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I Lost Her, Then Fell for You

[MATURE CONTENT WARNING: 18+ Only] “Let's break up," The woman facing him said coldly. That woman was his 9th girlfriend. No, now you can call her his 9th ex-girlfriend. Lin Yuan doesn't even know if that man did it on purpose, because every time he got a girlfriend, she would be snatched away by that other guy within a month, without exception. When he tried to confront him, he would only be met with mockery, which infuriated him. ... “Gu Xingxian, not only did you steal my girlfriend, but you also made her cry. Now the whole world knows I've been cheated on. How are you going to compensate me for the damage to my reputation?” Lin Yuan said viciously. Gu Xingxian didn't seem threatened by him at all. He smiled and said, "How about I offer myself to you instead?" ... What begins as a reckless provocation quickly turns into an impossible agreement. Lin Yuan, determined to get revenge—or at least regain his pride—accepts the deal, convinced that Gu Xingxian is only playing another cruel joke. But as the two are forced into each other’s lives, Lin Yuan starts to notice unsettling truths: Gu Xingxian’s attention was never on the women to begin with, and those stolen relationships may have been nothing more than excuses to stay close to him. Between rivalry and desire, resentment and attraction, the line between compensation and confession slowly blurs. In a game that started with stolen lovers and wounded pride, Lin Yuan must decide whether Gu Xingxian is his greatest enemy… or the one person who has been choosing him all along.
Glacelia · 53 Views

Dreams of the Cursed Alpha

"You were created for one purpose—to end the monster I've become. So why do I dream of you as my salvation?" Twenty-four-year-old Mira Ashford has always been different. Abandoned as a baby on the steps of Thornridge Orphanage with only a strange birthmark and a cryptic note, she's spent her life as an outcast—plagued by vivid dreams of a massive black wolf with golden eyes who watches her from the shadows of an enchanted forest. When the dreams intensify on her twenty-fourth birthday, Mira discovers they're not dreams at all—they're real. She's somehow connected to Kieran Nightshade, the cursed Alpha King who's been trapped in his wolf form for seven years, unable to shift back to human. Sentenced by a powerful witch's curse for a crime he swears he didn't commit, Kieran can only communicate with one person: the human woman who haunts his dreams. As Mira and Kieran's dream bond deepens, she's pulled into his world—a dangerous realm of werewolf politics, ancient magic, and deadly secrets. But when she finally meets him in person, a horrifying truth emerges: Mira isn't human at all. She's a Bloodbane—a weapon created by the same witch who cursed Kieran, designed to either break his curse or end his entire bloodline in a ritual sacrifice. Caught between two destinies, Mira must choose: fulfill the purpose she was literally made for and save the man she's falling in love with, or reject her fate and find another way—even if it means losing everything, including her own life. Some bonds are written in the stars. Others are forged in dreams. Hers was designed to destroy.
jacobtitus20j · 1.5k Views

The Alpha Chose My Maid, So I Married The Rogue King

I was the Goldbane heiress. Gideon Vexwood was the lowborn wolf I married for love. I thought we were building a kingdom; I didn’t realize he was building my coffin. In one night, my world shattered. A tragic accident claimed my father’s life and stole my unborn child, leaving my body permanently broken. With the Pack Council threatening to strip my title unless I produce an heir, I was forced into a desperate gamble. I trusted my husband. I trusted my loyal maid. Together, we struck a secret surrogate deal to save the Goldbane name. I thought it was our salvation. I didn't know it was a trap. While I drowned in grief, Gideon and his mistress were celebrating my downfall, manipulating the very contracts meant to save me to turn me into a servant in my own home. They called it strategy. I called it war. For seven years, I played the victim. I endured their cruelty, letting them think they’d won while I forged a secret alliance with the only man they truly fear: Jarek Ashthorne. The infamous Rogue King. A man who rules the underworld with an iron fist and holds a debt to my father that he has never forgotten. He was supposed to be my weapon of revenge. I didn't expect him to be my salvation. Now, as the secrets of that fatal night emerge, the long game is finally over. They took my child. They stole my life. Now, I’m coming for their crowns. ____ Jarek hauled me forward until my chest collided with the rigid planes of his torso. “You have no idea, Elowen. Everything about you... every tear you shed for a man who doesn't deserve you… It’s all my business.” I shivered, but I clamped down on the sensation instantly. “Get your hands off me! I know what you’re doing. I’ve heard the stories, Jarek. Stay away from my marriage, stay away from my pack. And you better stay away from my life!” Yet, he pressed his face into the crook of my neck, inhaling deeply. “Is that what you call it, Elowen? I call it a wake-up call. But if you’d rather go back to your ‘Alpha’ and pretend that the walls aren’t closing in, be my guest.”
HeeSha_TA · 1.3k Views

Bound to my Enemy

Warning {Mature Content} Elaine has spent her life being the responsible one. The one who steps in when things are about to fall apart. So when her grandfather arranges a marriage for her younger cousin Ivy to Zane Whitmore a billionaire CEO with a dangerous reputation Elaine does what she has always done. She takes the burden on herself. What begins as a lie meant to protect Ivy quickly turns into a contract Elaine never meant to sign. Zane Whitmore is cold, controlled, and ruthless in both business and life. He doesn’t believe in love, only leverage. When he meets Elaine, he recognizes something he rarely encounters: a woman willing to stand her ground even when she’s afraid. Their agreement is simple. A marriage on paper. Mutual benefit. No emotions involved. As they are pulled deeper into each other’s lives, secrets begin to surface old betrayals, family conflicts, and a past that ties Zane to Elaine’s brother in ways no one is willing to talk about. The lines between obligation and desire blur, and what started as a sacrifice turns into something neither of them can control. In a world where power dictates everything and trust comes at a cost, Elaine must decide if she’s willing to gamble her heart on a man who could destroy her. A story of contract marriage, buried history, and a love born out of defiance rather than choice. (Mature content) Zane’s lips crush to mine, hungrily tasting my mouth and sucking my tongue into his. He moves lower, nipping at my neck, then my boobs, enveloping his lips around a pink nipple. I sigh in pleasure, my hands sliding into his hair and gripping hard as he bites down and then slips his mouth lower. And lower…….. My eyes fly open as he shoves my dress up to my waist and pulls my panties to the side. Suddenly, his mouth dives between my thighs, and when I feel his tongue drag up my slit, it’s like an electrical shock and my eyes roll back behind my head. Holy! FUCK!!.
EvaGrey · 27.1k Views

Sold to the Dark Wing

"Who is it this time?” His voice was a low rasp, curling into the room like smoke, tying her stomach in knots of fear and something darker. Eva forced her pulse to slow, telling herself not to back down. But when his hands rose from the arms of the chair, a shiver ran down her spine. "You aren't supposed to be here," she gasped, as he stood impossibly fast. His black wings unfurled, stretching wide, enveloping her, pressing her to his chest as though he claimed her before she could claim her own breath. "Why?" His lips curled into a wicked, sharp smile. "So I won't discover you running off with that useless boy?" "I didn't—" "Of course, because he's dead." His words cut like a blade, delivered with the certainty of a god reading an open book. Eva stumbled back, pressed to the wall. "You've lost your mind! You didn't kill him—" "Why shouldn't I?" His voice dropped to a growl. A single finger traced the fading red mark on her neck. His eyes snapped with fury; the air itself shivered. He leaned forward, lips brushing her skin, teeth grazing flesh in a possessive bite, erasing another's mark. "He dares," Hades hissed, deadly and low, "he dares touch what belongs to me. A fool. Bold enough to place his lips where mine already mark her." Eva's chest heaved, terror and desire entwined so tightly she could barely breathe. His wings tightened, dark and unyielding, and she realized escape was no longer an option, and perhaps, she didn't even want it. "Don't forget, dear," he murmured, lips grazing her ear, "I've bought you. You're mine now. And I don't like to share." **** Humans are nothing more than servants in the glittering, cruel society of the winged Seraph. When a human offends them, the punishment is simple: be sold. Evangeline, never thought her own family would betray her. But when her sister committed the unforgivable, offending a seraph, their mother offered Eva in her place- without hesitation. Cast aside like unwanted trash, Eva is paraded before the Seraph nobility to be claimed. No one wants her. Until he appears. The Black Wing. The only Seraph whose feathers are not gold or silver or white, but midnight black. Feared. Cursed. Whispers say every human he has ever taken has perished. And yet, he chooses her. Dragged into his world of shadows, Eva becomes the obsession of a man everyone else fear and despises. He is possessive, merciless, and dangerously seductive. And while her family prays she will be destroyed... Eva begins to wonder if the true danger lies not in his black wings- but in the way her heart betrays her whenever he draws near. Can she ever survive this game of fate?
mata0eve · 73.3k Views

BLOOD AND BIRTHRIGHT

Marcus "The Wolf" DeLuca died at fifty in a Chicago alley—thirty years of empire-building ended by a single bullet. He expected hell. Instead, he wakes up as Prince Aurelius Valmont, third son of the dying Eisenhart Kingdom, eighteen years old and universally despised. The original Aurelius was weak, idealistic, kind—everything Marcus spent three decades learning to kill. The palace is a viper's nest: his brothers plot to have him declared unfit, the King regards him with disappointment, and in two months, the Grand Council votes to strip his birthright entirely. They think he's the same pathetic prince. They're wrong. Marcus built criminal empires from nothing. He turned street thugs into loyal armies. He survived by making trust a weapon and mercy a myth. These silk-draped nobles playing their little games? They're amateurs. He starts rebuilding: servants become spies, "lowborn" outcasts become allies, and the kingdom's underbelly—darker than any crime family—becomes his domain. Within weeks, the palace trembles. Within a month, his brothers sleep with locked doors. Then he finds the letter. The King is dying faster than anyone knows. And Aurelius's "accidental" death wasn't an accident—a shadow organization called The Covenant has manipulated the throne for generations, and they've already chosen their puppet king. The original prince discovered them. That's why they killed him. But Marcus isn't the prince who can be quietly eliminated. His only unexpected complication? Lady Isadora Thorne—the court's most dangerous political player, brutally intelligent, viciously ambitious, and the only person who sees through his mask. She was the original Aurelius's declared enemy. Now she's offering an alliance... and he can't tell if she's his salvation or his executioner. In two months, the King dies and the kingdom burns. The only question is: will Marcus seize the throne with blood-stained hands, destroy The Covenant and build something new, or discover that some crowns aren't worth the souls they cost? Because the mob boss who became a prince is about to teach this medieval court what real power looks like.
mymammie1234 · 3k Views

To Make Him Fall...or not

“I gave you my soul in my last life. In this one, I’ll settle for your crown.” ~ In my first life, I was the devoted Queen. I waited two months for my husband, King Lauren, to return from the front lines—only for him to walk through the palace gates with a beautiful young maiden by his side and a decree in his hand: ‘She would be the new Queen’. And because of that evil beauty he brought to our kingdom, I died a discarded "nobody," executed for a crime I didn't commit. But death didn't take me. It sent me back. I woke up on the morning of his return. The crowds are cheering, the flowers are blooming, and my husband is about to humiliate me in front of the entire kingdom. But he doesn't know I've changed. He doesn't know I've returned with a special skill that makes me the most dangerous woman in the room. Before he can introduce his "New Queen," I hand him the one thing no one in this kingdom has ever dared to ask for: Divorce papers. In our land, a Queen asking for divorce is an abomination punishable by stoning. But Lauren thinks I’m bluffing. He looks me in the eye, tears my petition to shreds, and growls, “You are my wife. I will never stamp those papers.” He thinks he is keeping me trapped. He doesn't realize he has trapped himself in a palace with a woman who knows every one of his secrets—and is prepared to burn his kingdom to the ground just to see him sign his name. My goal is simple; I will make him fall... not in love, but to his knees. Since he spent my first life making me cry. I’ll spend my second making him bleed.
FaeyVor5651 · 19.6k Views