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Selara carries a secret powerful enough to start a war. Hunted after the fall of her royal bloodline, she is forced into the territory of Draven Blackclaw, a cold, dangerous Alpha whose obsession with control is matched only by his hunger for dominance. He does not trust her. He does not want her. Yet he cannot let her go. Their connection begins in hostility and grows into a dangerous game of power, desire, and restraint. Selara refuses to submit. Draven refuses to release her. Between them lies a fragile line between protection and possession. As enemies rise and the pack begins to question their Alpha’s loyalty, Selara must decide whether revenge matters more than survival and whether loving Draven will save her… or destroy them both. A slow-burn, dark werewolf romance packed with obsession, forbidden attraction, enemies-to-lovers tension, and explosive secrets.

I'm Julie Michael, I'm 18 I went with my father to a luxurious restaurant in New York, but I never left with him. On a lower floor of a world that doesn’t exist on any map, I discovered the truth: I wasn’t abandoned by accident. I was sold to Robert Cross, a billionaire who buys people for the joy of breaking them. But I refuse to break under his hands. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ - "You bought my body, but you will not buy my submission," Julie spat. Robert leaned in, his voice a dark hiss: "Commodities do not like their masters, Julie... it is enough that I liked you and bought you."

"The more you run, the deeper I sink into the madness of needing you, My Rose." The blade sank in with ease. Blood splattered across the floor, warm on his skin, yet his deep laughter filled the room. His fingers were covered in bloodstains, adrenaline coursing through his veins as he brought the rose to his nose, closing his eye as he deeply inhaled, as if trying to draw every essence of her "Vanilla&Roses". "Oh, my sweetheart", he whispered, voice coated in something sinful."My love, My Madness'' His lashes fluttered as he drew in another breath. "You haunt me, Ella. In my veins. In my sleep. And every time I try to forget you, I end up crawling back to you. My only salvation,My only addiction, only mine." A year ago~ Blood soaked through his shirt. He was losing too much, too fast. And yet, all he could see was her trembling hands on his chest, pressing hard, her breath ragged as she held him upright. She pinned him against the wall to stop the bleeding. He could barely stand. His mask was on, but his eyes met her deep, wild, wanting. “Why are you helping me?” he rasped. She didn't answer with words; she just looked at him, as if he weren't a monster, and that was just the start of his unraveling. Since then, Sylus has returned to her, watching her. Craving her. Getting entangled in each other's worlds. She doesn't remember that night, or maybe she does? She became the only thing he wanted. The only thing he couldn’t have. Now she stands beside Asher, the man who thinks he can protect her. The man who touches what doesn’t belong to him. But " Sylus has seen every shade of Ella . The soft.The defiant. The ambitious, and each version pulled him deeper and deeper into his obsession for her" "My Ella. Eres mia," you belong to me." I let you loose just for a while, and now the hunt begins, sweetheart. There is no running from me." The story has just begun. An obsessive love triangle, tangled in secrets and desire. Where will it end? Who will claim her heart… or her soul? What is Asher hiding beneath his perfect smile? And what storm swept everything away, rewriting fates? The past is bleeding into the present. And this time, running isn’t enough.But the past never stays buried. Not when love turns to obsession. Not when two men are willing to burn the world for her.

She was the perfect weapon to destroy her father. Until she became the only thing he wanted to protect. Ten years ago, Zane Dankworth was erased. After his father was framed and left to die in a cage, Zane vanished into the underworld. Now, he has returned to City X as a shadow – a powerful billionaire with the soul of a killer and a list of names to cross off. Top of that list? The Mariposas. The elite family headed by the Director of National Intelligence. His plan was simple; Destroy the father by corrupting the daughter. Ruby Mariposa is the DNI’s golden chil – smart, adventurous, and suffocating under her family’s rigid expectations. When she meets a lethal stranger in an elite lounge, she doesn't see the boy she once knew. She sees a predator whose cold intensity sets her blood on fire. She is his enemy. He is her ruin. As Zane pulls Ruby into a web of lies and forbidden desire, he realizes that the ultimate act of treason isn't betraying his city... it’s falling for the girl he’s sworn to destroy. In a war of blood and secrets, whose heart will survive the betrayal?

Being a royal, you must give up the dream to choose your partner. When plague and war wipe out the imperial heirs of Solanir, sixteen-year-old Orion von Solanir is forced onto a throne he was never meant to inherit. Crowned too young, burdened too soon, and being the most imbelic young man a lady can ever withstand. marriage. Enter Selina von Marcelline, daughter of the duke of a rival kingdom and a living clause in a fragile treaty. Sent to Solanir as a political offering, she is expected to become the empire’s perfect crown princess—graceful, obedient, and silent. She fails spectacularly. as every single thing here test's her patience and sanity. Their first meeting ends with insults, blood signatures, and Orion being thrown out of a window—literally. What begins as open hostility quickly turns into a vicious battle of words, pride, and bruised egos. To the court, they are a blessed union meant to stabilize the continent. In private, they are sworn enemies sharing a crown. But hatred is rarely simple. Orion’s cruelty hides a deeper wound—one born from betrayal within his own family, where power, desire, and silence destroyed what little innocence he had left. Selina, sharp-tongued and observant, begins to notice the cracks beneath his arrogance- and simply that's not her problem to deal with. Meanwhile, Selina carries her own scars. Abandoned by her father, bound by blood treaties, and surrounded by a royal family riddled with secrets, she learns that Solanir’s court is far more dangerous than the battlefield ever was. Allies wear smiles. Apologies come too late. And even family can be the sharpest blade. As festivals turn into threats, treaties into traps, and enemies into reluctant partners, Selina and Orion are forced into proximity they never wanted—sharing lessons, public appearances, and a future neither chose. In a court where loyalty is performative, love is political, and survival demands cruelty, one question remains: Can two broken heirs learn to trust each other before the empire tears them apart? Or will their marriage become just another royal tragedy written in blood?

Elena Winter, daughter of Mr Raymond Winter, personal chef to the Ashford family, has always carried herself with quiet elegance. She dreams big, works hard, and believes that love only complicates life. Everything changes when she earns a scholarship to Crestwood Academy, a school built for the elite, where privilege rules and secrets spread fast. At first, Crestwood feels exciting. Then Elena crosses paths with Crown Prince Kaelith Altherion of Valeria, a boy raised on power and pride who expects the world to bend for him. Their worlds collide after she witnesses something she was never meant to see. Soon she is caught between danger, defiance, and a connection she refuses to acknowledge. Will Elena’s determination protect her, or will it pull her into a forbidden bond that could reshape her future? And will her beliefs about love survive the truth she uncovers? It was supposed to be a normal day at Crestwood Academy. Well, as normal as things ever get here, but that is a story for another time. I was on my way to Mr Wiston’s office to submit some papers, still thinking about what I had seen at Westwood University, when someone grabbed my arm and pulled me into the storage room. Before I could react, I found myself staring at the personal bodyguard of the crown prince. Yes, that crown prince. Kaelith Altherion of Valeria. The walking definition of arrogance, pride, and everything that goes wrong when someone grows up too rich. The bodyguard shut the door, looked straight at me, and delivered his message with all the attitude I expected. "His Majesty, Crown Prince Kaelith Altherion of Valeria, requests that you take these two thousand Valerian gold coins and forget everything you saw yesterday." I stared at him, lifted my chin, and smiled. My answer probably was not what he expected. "Since His Majesty is feeling generous, and since this is real life, not some romance story where the prince falls for the girl he tries to silence, I will not throw the money in your face. I will kindly help His Majesty spend it. And no, I am not forgetting anything." With that, I walked out.

Draco Malfoy was raised to despise Harry Potter. Yet from the moment Harry looked him in the eye at Hogwarts and said, “I think I can tell the wrong sort for myself, thanks,” something inside Draco shifted in a way he never expected. The feeling lingered. Hatred twisted into fixation. Fixation darkened into a quiet obsession that followed Draco through every year of the war, even as he was pushed deeper into fear and expectations he could never escape. Then Harry was dragged into Malfoy Manor, bruised and barely recognizable. Bellatrix demanded the truth. Draco had every reason to confirm Harry’s identity. Every reason to protect himself. Instead, he looked at the boy he had fought for years and whispered, “I can’t be sure.” Those four words shattered everything he was meant to believe. They betrayed his family and exposed a truth he had been avoiding for years. Draco Malfoy could not let Harry Potter die. Enemies by fate. Bound by something far more dangerous.

✓ MASSIVE RELEASE ON THE LAST DAY OF EACH MONTH.✓ BLURB: “We are sorry Maria, we never meant to hurt you. Come back to us!" They all thundered. But it was too late, I was determined to make them Pay. *** I am Maria Moon, casted out of my Pack at the age of eighteen. All because of a tradition— one that states, that which ever family the Alpha's mate comes from, any other female wolf of same status is cast out. But it all felt wrong, It wasn't supposed to be me but her— my step sister— Patricia Moon. “I, Darren Copper, Alpha of the Frost moon pack, hereby declare that Maria Moon is no longer a member of this pack!” I pleaded for them to see the truth but no one cared, they were all blinded by their love for her. I became a rogue, wandered about for days and was unfortunate to attacked by the older rogues. And even more unfortunate to be saved by the quadruplet Alpha's, my Pack rival Alpha's. *** “Isn't she the Beta's daughter of Frost moon pack?" Damien growled as he turned to his brothers. “Definitely, she looks the same even after five years!" Adrien replied as he squatted, cupping my chin harshly on his palm. “She is definitely a spy, let's kill her!" Davian roared, stretching his claws, his stance ready to slaughter. “Don't Davian!" Aidan the oldest amongst the quadruplet echoed, “That’s all the more reason we should keep her close, letting her die is to easy.” He turned to the guards beside him, “Take her to the Pack, she is our Personal maid." Adrien chuckled lightly, a sly smirk appearing across his lips. “Nice idea Aidan. We would make her suffer!" CONTENT WARNING. This book contains explicit scenes, abuses, graphic violence and dark obsessive romance. Readers discretion advised.

A conqueror raised without mercy and a prophet bound by fate are forced into alliance—only to discover love may be the most dangerous rebellion of all. In a world ruled by crowns, prophecies, and blood-bound magic, Kael Varshen is a weapon forged for conquest—taught that love is weakness and mercy is treason. Serayne Lumis is a princess bound to prophecy, raised to believe fate must never be questioned. When war binds them as enemies, and truth forces them into alliance, hatred begins to fracture into something far more dangerous. As forbidden Ash magic awakens and ancient lies unravel the world’s foundations, they must choose between destiny and desire, power and mercy, survival and love. Enemies became allies. Allies became lovers. Lovers became legends.

•⋅⊰∙∘☽✼☾∘∙⊱⋅• Senior year was supposed to be Noah Valentine's glow-up. New wardrobe. New reputation. This was finally his chance to prove he wasn't the same awkward boy bullies could easily prey on. Then his mom got remarried... And his new stepbrother turned out to be Adrien Fell. Rich. Arrogant. Straight. Gorgeous of course, is determined to ruin his year all over again-except when he's glaring at his dates, interfering with his plans, or (annoyingly) acting like he actually cares. Enemies? Definitely. Step-siblings? Unfortunately. Attraction? ...Yeah, that's the goddamn problem. Between jealous exes, revenge plots, family secrets and obsessed stalkers, Noah's's "best year ever" is spiraling out of control. But maybe-just maybe-the boy he was never supposed to want is the one who's been waiting for him all along. [MATURE CONTENT, EVENTUAL SMUT] (What to expect) •Family murder mystery •Enemies to lovers •Forced proximity •Yandere stalker •Eventual smut (very graphic) •Taboo relationship •GL side couple •Love triangle •Extremely slow burn •⋅⊰READER CHALLENGE⊱⋅• sorry, guys...I had to take this down because I'm running out of stockpile chapters and I'm currently too sick to create more...but I'll put it back up when I get enough chapters... thank you for the support.

{European Fantasy | Romance | Royals} Aldrich hated Yvonne because she had made him destroy his plans. She shamelessly assumed the position of Crown Princess and became his legal wife. Yvonne Valentine is famous for her selfish, arrogant and arbitrary nature, but no one knows that she harbors deep wounds in her heart.

What happens When the desire becomes the disease,the forbidden turns to reverse ? Love falls into death-poisoned every heart it touched. Not an ordinary story.......

Content Warning: Contains mature themes that may be unsuitable for underaged readers. Excerpt Ragnar finally looked up. His eyes roamed her face, then dropped lower and lingered just a second too long. “Careful, princess. Keep taunting me like that and I’ll start thinking you like our nightly sparring.” “And if I did?” Her voice was soft now. Almost playful. “Would you stop pretending that you don't like it when I challenge you?” He rose from his seat slowly until he stood toe to toe with her. “Tell me something, Circe.” She tilted her chin up. “What?” “If I kissed you right now… Would you slap me, stab me, or kiss me back?” Her breath hitched. “That depends.” “On?” “How good the kiss is.” A pause. Something hummed between them, something neither of them dared name. Ragnar’s gaze dropped to her mouth. “Do you want me to find out?” She smiled, slow and wicked. “Make it worth the risk.” **** She was forced to marry the man who led the attack on her people. After her father is murdered, Circe is forced to leave her home and become a prisoner of the enemy. When she is taken to the enemy territory, she expects to be tortured physically in every way imaginable. But what she hadn't expected was for the vampire king to offer her up as a bride to his illegitimate son, the very same man that had her people slaughtered. It was a fate worse than torture. With her little brother's life on the line and with nowhere to run, Circe is forced to succumb to her fate. Right then she vowed in the name of her dead father to bring her husband to his knees. She would have her revenge, even if it meant destroying herself in the process. From the first time Prince Ragnar laid eyes on Circe, he knew she was going to be trouble. But trouble had never looked so intriguing. She was a puzzle he couldn't solve and that fact only drew him closer. Like a moth to a flame, she threatened to consume him. She would be his very own demise. Circe's presence in Lamora awoke something sinister, a malicious entity roaming the lands. From dusk till dawn, the streets of Lamora becomes engulfed in a strange fog and from within the voice of a woman can be heard. Anyone who wanders out at night when the fog comes, vanishes seemingly without a trace. Never to be found again. what happens when Circe's brother becomes a victim of this evil presence? What happens when Circe has no other choice but to team up with her husband, who she despises, in order to find the truth behind the disappearances and the evil magic plaguing their lands.

Meredith Carter was once the pride of her pack—until the Lunar Curse marked her as wolfless, unwanted, and a disgrace. Humiliated, abandoned, and rejected by her fated mate, she thought the Moon Goddess had forsaken her. But her curse came with a cruel side effect—wild, uncontrollable pheromones that drove men insane with desire and disgust. A scent so intoxicating, it made her a target. The night she was cast aside when her pheromones spiralled beyond control, Alpha Draven Oatrun—the most feared and untouchable Alpha in the kingdom—claimed her instead. But Draven doesn’t want love. He doesn’t even want her. His reasons for marrying her have nothing to do with fate. Thrust into a world of ruthless politics, deadly enemies, and a mate who sees her as nothing more than a pawn, Meredith must fight to survive, reclaim her dignity, and uncover the secrets behind her curse. Because something is awakening inside her. Something powerful. Something… ancient. And when the truth is revealed, not even Alpha Draven will be able to resist what she becomes. Rejected. Cursed. Desired. Chosen. Will Meredith break free from her fate? Above all, what is this mystical force pushing her to start a war? — Excerpt: "You may have claimed me," Meredith whispered, her violet eyes burning with defiance, "but you will never own me." Draven exhaled a low, dangerous laugh. His golden eyes gleamed as he caged her in, his presence suffocating. "Own you?" His voice was velvet and steel. "Little wolf, I don’t need to own you." He brushed a strand of silver-white hair behind her ear—a touch so light, yet it sent shivers down her spine. "Because whether you like it or not…" His breath ghosted against her skin. "Your body already responds to me." Meredith clenched her jaw, ignoring the traitorous warmth pooling deep inside her. It was the pheromones. It had to be. "I hate you," she forced out. “Good,” Draven smirked. Because hate was just another form of obsession.

the top class alpha who doesn't like someone challenged him but got ridiculed by an omega in public. when he try to find that omega he found there was no info about that omega. he tried every method but it was like that omega has never existed in his world. it was like two different world that by mistake gave encounter them of each other that fateful day. Now he disappeared. he wants that omega even if has to destroy this world just to intersect his with that boy's. mafia ceox the boy whose origin he doesn't know. forbidden love but is it really a love between them or something else?

Ananya never expected death to bring her into another life. One moment, she was running her parents’ restaurant in the modern world. The next, she opened her eyes in silk robes, surrounded by hostile stares — the Queen Consort of the empire. But this body was cursed in everyone’s eyes. The Emperor loathed her. The mistress laughed at her. And the court whispered behind her back. Only she wasn’t truly alone. > “Finally, someone can see us!” “What kind of Queen Consort are you, so calm even with ghosts in your chamber?” “Shut up, Wei Rong, let her breathe. She looks like she’s about to faint.” Three ghosts — a stoic scholar, a brash general, and a mischievous noble girl — lingered at her side. They were invisible to all but her. And with them, she learned to survive the poisonous palace. When rumors spread that she was cursed, Ananya stood before the empire’s court. Instead of tears, she offered proof. Instead of fear, she offered dignity. > “If Heaven believes I am cursed, let the fire and smoke betray me. I will not hide.” And Heaven sided with her. Outside the palace, crises struck — starving soldiers, missing supplies, merchants growing fat from stolen grain. Inside, Lady Zhen, the Emperor’s favored mistress, grew bolder by the day, flaunting her beauty and mocking Ananya’s quiet grace. > “Sister, do you still dream of winning His Majesty’s heart? Look at you — plain, dull, unworthy.” “If simplicity is a crime, then let it be mine,” Ananya answered, unshaken. The Emperor indulged Lady Zhen openly… but in the silence of night, he tasted Ananya’s food, lingered at her table, and found himself unsettled by her calm. > “This is not palace fare,” he muttered. “It is lighter,” Ananya replied softly. “Easier to sleep after.” Step by step, conspiracy thickened. At a grand banquet, a poisoned cup was placed in Ananya’s hand. But a ghost’s laugh echoed in her ear — and the cup was swapped. A dancer collapsed instead. From that night on, the Emperor’s gaze changed. He began to notice the woman who never begged for favor, never fought for attention, yet always endured. Still, war brewed at the borders. Betrayals reached even the throne. Assassins crept through the palace halls. And the one person who seemed weakest became the calm at the center of the storm. Through whispered secrets, mischievous hauntings, and quiet resilience, Ananya carved her place in the empire. She would not simply survive. She would rise. And the Emperor who once despised her would one day whisper only her name.

“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.

[FREE Chapters till the end of February, after that some chapters will be locked for premium] What if the tragic story you once mocked… becomes the world you were thrown into? Xiao Zhi is an editor who loves tearing apart novel manuscripts for their cliche plots and cruel twists. But one day, she wakes up inside one of those very novels, as the unlucky princess destined to die a tragic death. The script says she will be married off to a barbaric prince, tortured, and killed tragically. But Xiao Zhi refuses to accept that ending. Armed with her editor’s sharp eye and modern wit, she vows to rewrite her fate, outsmart her enemies, and survive. The problem? No matter what she does, the story stubbornly plays out as it was written. Every move she makes only brings her closer to the death she’s trying to escape. How can she survive a story that refuses to be rewritten?

“I was his Luna, now I’m his ruin.” … 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’s right to the Alpha seat. 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.”

Suwa Midoriko is an academic with a secret ability to cleanse cursed objects by touching them. So why doesn’t it seem to work on this ritual dagger donated to the museum where she works? It had to be removed from the exhibit, but theft wasn’t what she had in mind! Enter an infamous phantom thief—a man of many names and faces. He wants the dagger, but Midoriko won’t let him have it without putting up a fight! “Sorry, but I can’t let you go now…You’ve seen my real face.” After discovering that there’s more to her abilities than she previously thought, Midoriko finds herself entangled in a criminal underworld full of dangerous sorcerers. Unable to escape this fate, she has no choice but to rely on the thieving wizard who dragged her into this situation to begin with. He stole the dagger, but can he steal her heart, too? [UPDATES DAILY]