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“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.

Layla was no longer herself. She suddenly woke up in the body of the infamous villainess, Countess Evelyn… and the countdown of her life had begun: only 365 days before the sword would fall on her neck. The mission? Convince Crown Prince Kaian—the very man who ordered her execution—to smile at her… without killing her. In a royal court full of conspiracies, hidden agendas, and heart-stopping moments of tension, every smile, every touch, could mean the difference between life and death. Would she survive… or would she fall in love with the man who had been the cause of her death?

“Let me go Henry,” I said coldly. “I am not yours, not anymore.” Henry scoffed. “You will always be mine. I was your first mate.” “And yet you rejected me. I don’t need you anymore, I have-” “Who do you have, Nyssa? Him?” He laughed humorlessly. “You don’t even know who he is.” Rowan growled, a low warning sound. “Shut the fuck up!” “Why?” Henry shot back. “Tell her what you’re hiding, Rowan, let’s see if she still loves you after.” ********************* Nyssa was once the beloved of the pack—the Beta’s daughter, mated to the Alpha. But once her parents died, and she was unable to shift, her life began to crumble until she was finally rejected by her mate, Henry. It was hard enough that he left her for her best friend, but as the Beta’s daughter, she was forced to remain with him until an attack leaves their pack vulnerable and they have to seek help for the lycans. What was meant to be a diplomatic trip turned into chaos when Nyssa realizes she is mated to Rowan—the lycan king. Lycans and wolves don’t get along, and there is a lot of history between the three of them. To Nyssa, the angel she doesn’t know is better than the devil she knows, But what happens when that angel is just another devil in disguise? After all, Rowan is hiding some dark secrets of his own, the kind that threatens their already fragile bond. Would she be able to handle the pressure? Or will she go back to Henry who may have never gotten over her in the first place?

“Gözlərin—Your Touch crossed beyond my Flesh—even drawing the MaRRow.... from my Bones — left wounds that could UnDo me…” Existence becomes a crisis. When my own identity deceives me, when someone else’s presence steals the breath meant to be mine— that is when it becomes me… and him. Each nerve of my body move only by some inner command, humanity itself feels...as though it fades into nothing. My Everything becomes his. And I… dissolve. But.. The moment someone else enters his life… My selfhood, my belonging — all of it feels like a lie. "Sevgilim… you killed your deer—it trusted you enough to die in your hands." A LoVe StoRY with No HEART...

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!!.

On her half-sister's wedding day, Fia's world shatters. Hazel, the bride, has allegedly eloped with Fia's fated mate, and over the phone he rejects her without mercy. With the Alpha groom ready to unleash war on her pack, and spurred on by her stepmother's pleas, Fia makes a desperate choice; she takes Hazel's place at the altar. But the marriage is nothing more than a cruel setup. Betrayed by her family and accused of stealing her sister's happiness, Fia becomes the perfect target for Alpha Cian's wrath. Humiliated and furious, he vows to keep her as his mate not out of love, but revenge. He swears he will break her, torment her, and make her pay until the end of time. What neither of them expects is that hate can twist, burn, and evolve into something far more dangerous. Between lies, betrayal, and a growing bond neither wants to acknowledge, Fia and Cian are bound to discover that the thin line between hate and love is meant to be crossed.

In the Empire of Aurelith, dragons are remembered as monsters-and scholars are forbidden to question why. Lioren Quill, a quiet archivist of the Ivory Vault, never meant to uncover the truth. But when a forbidden text binds him to an ancient Bloodglyph Contract, he becomes entangled with the Empire's greatest enemy: Vaerith Draven, the last dragon sovereign, whose memories hold centuries of erased history. They are meant to destroy each other. Instead, they are forced into an alliance neither can escape. As war looms and secrets surface, Lioren must choose between loyalty to the world that raised him-or the dragon who remembers what the world tried to erase. And Vaerith must decide whether trusting a human is worth risking the last truth dragons have left. Because some bonds are written in blood. And some enemies are never meant to remain enemies.

"When the sky cracks open, only a few are foolish enough to run towards the chaos." Being transmigrated wasn't in Reis’ bucket list. Being so in a godforsaken world with danger lurking everywhere? Not even in his nightmare journal. Reis wasn't going to be a part of that group. Not in a million years. If he were to be the last hope of humanity, humanity was done for. That was a known fact. So how is he supposed to react when his soul is literally dragged out into a void and forced into a foreign body? Or when a blue screen of doom tried to convince him that everything was exactly how it was supposed to be? What about the creature calling himself his guardian despite not even knowing how to hold a human right side up? More than anything, why is he in line for the throne? Surely, he had run out of luck. But that didn't mean he was foolish enough to play hero. No. Reis just had to wait. Until the royal family let their guard down, and he had enough money to escape far away. But how is he supposed to escape from this so-called guardian again, at least before losing the last shred of dignity? Well, not anytime soon. *** Antihero, bitter MC X Villainous, transcend level ML.

When Elara Ashenveil is chosen as the next Bride of Solarius, her family celebrates while she prepares to die for the greater good. But the priests lied—sacrifices aren't consumed by holy fire. They're murdered by the Temple's secret executioner, whose hands are stained with ninety-nine innocent lives. Kael Nightborne never wanted to be a killer. At fifteen, the High Priest—his own father—forced him into an impossible choice: become the executioner or watch his mother burn. For twelve years, he's murdered virgins to break his curse, needing one hundred kills to earn freedom. But when he finds Elara chained to the altar—singing a lullaby to comfort herself—something breaks. He can't kill her. Instead, he commits heresy: he runs. Now fugitives hunted across the desert, Elara discovers the devastating truth: the Shadowplague is manufactured by the priests themselves. Every sacrifice has died to sustain their power. Kael, her would-be murderer, becomes her protector, teaching her to survive and fight back. But Kael's curse demands completion—one hundred sacrifices or he transforms into a mindless killing machine. With the Temple closing in and time running out, Elara faces an impossible choice: let him complete his hundredth kill, become that sacrifice herself, or find a way to destroy the curse and expose the Temple's crimes—even if it costs everything. He was sent to be her executioner. She became his redemption.

​OFFICIAL CONTENT ADVISORY ​ATTENTION: Clause 4: Total Submission is a high-intensity Dark Romance that contains graphic themes and psychological dynamics that may be triggering or offensive to some readers. DISCLAIMER: The actions and behaviors depicted in this fictional work are for narrative purposes only and do not reflect the author's real-world views on healthy relationships. This is a work of fiction intended for MATURE ADULTS (18+) who understand the tropes of the Dark Romance genre. "I don't pay for your consent, Sloane. I pay for your silence." ​Vane Sterling is a god of ruin. In the glass-and-steel cathedral of Sterling-Vance, he doesn’t just trade stocks; he trades souls. He is a man who finds "unearned hope" offensive and views human emotion as a market volatility that must be liquidated. ​Sloane is his most efficient asset. She is the ghost in his machine, the woman who kneels in the shadows of his mahogany altar while he destroys empires over the speakerphone. ​She isn't there for the paycheck. She is there because Vane Sterling owns the machines that keep her mother’s heart beating. Every breath her mother takes is a line item on Vane’s ledger—a debt that Sloane can only pay in compliance. ​The Terms of the Audit: •​The Body: A vessel for his stress. Total physical regulatory access, at his discretion, without exception. •​The Mind: Complete compartmentalization. To feel is to breach. To cry is to fail. ​•The Penalty: Every second of hesitation adds an hour to her term. Every flinch adds a day. ​With twenty-seven days left until her "freedom," Vane has decided that the contract is too lenient. He doesn't just want her service anymore; he wants to see the exact moment her spirit breaks. He wants to hunt the woman behind the mask and watch her realize that even when the twenty-seven days are over... ​He will never let his favorite plaything go. ​“You think you’re counting down the days to your escape, Sloane. But you aren’t running toward the exit. You’re just running deeper into the cage.” Reader Discretion is Strongly Advised. If you are looking for a traditional "sweet" romance, this is not the book for you. If you enjoy the thrill of the storm, welcome to the sixty-first floor.

Dark romance x mature content x slow burn. ****Blurb***** "Look, I have an Escalade, by the way." Fedora's lips folded. He had no idea what to do with that information, but he figured if he just indulged the man's ego, it would end faster. Faster, my foot. Miguel swallowed hard, his voice dropping to a low, predatory whisper as he leaned in. "All my offers, and any other thing you can wish for... I will get it done." He beat his chest softly, his eyes darkening. "If you can just follow me outside. To the back of my comfy Escalade. It's been a long time since I had a bitch served... in my car." He finished the sentence and swiped his tongue across his lips, biting them with a raw, sexual hunger. He waited for the final reply, already getting high on the thought of cupping that tiny waist with one hand and burying himself in that Chanel-scented skin until the boy pleaded his name in parables. Fedora went stoic. He was completely frozen, the world stopping as the shock and bewilderment hit him like a physical blow. He scoffed in disbelief, his jaw practically hitting the floor. 'Back of the Escalade. Bitches served in a car'. "Me! Fedora!! Bitch!!! Served in the back of a car!!! Unto delicacy!!!! Gosh!!!!!" Fedora muttered, the words replaying in his head like a record skip. A dry, hysterical laugh escaped his lips. Oh, this was the height of it. He wasn't going to stand there and let another man disrespect him. Never. Miguel took another step closer, his head hovering over Fedora's, dominant and sure. The boy hadn't said a word; he was definitely giving in, Miguel thought. He leaned in further, waiting for the "yes" but what came next?! It was, by far, the least expected thing any living human being would have the guts to do to him. Behold, it was no other than a hot, non-withheld, redirective, and resounding SLAP!!!! †††††††† **************** Fedora loved him. Miguel loved him too obsessively. Possessively. To the point where devotion blurred into control. Miguel wanted to be involved in everything that touched Fedora’s life, and he proved, time and again, that he would go against his own will, spill blood, even die if it meant keeping Fedora spoiled, protected, and tethered to him. On the surface, Miguel was everything anyone could dream of. Until Fedora fell so deeply in love that he hit rock bottom and realised the darkness there was too suffocating for both his aesthetic and his sanity. He thought he knew Miguel. He was catastrophically wrong. Fedora had been blind to the beast he let into his heart. The truth comes apart slowly, cruelly: Miguel is the reason Fedora has no family. The reason is that there is no life for him beyond Miguel’s shadow. And worst of all, Fedora had chosen him anyway, his memories erased not by force, but by misplaced devotion. “Pick a gun and empty it into his brain.” The solution sounds simple. It isn’t. Fedora doesn’t know what’s real anymore. He can’t tell if what he shared with Miguel, the man he once humiliated in a bar, the man who later became his lover, was genuine love or a carefully staged performance fueled by manipulation, guilt, and obsession. The cruel irony? Miguel is wrapped around Fedora’s fingers, tight as a rosary around a nun’s hand. And yet, Fedora is still the one trapped. Now he must decide. Will he avenge his family? Will love survive the truth? And if Miguel dies, will it be swift… or slow enough to satisfy the damage left behind? This isn’t a romance. It’s a beautifully brutal descent into love, control, and consequence. Enter at your own risk. ********* . warning!!! Some statements, scenes, and incidents in this book may not sit well with religious readers. [Everything is fictional and not intended to harm or coerce your mind in any way]

Betrayed by her own palace and abandoned on the battlefield, Princess Aerin is taken captive by General Xuan — the man who destroyed her kingdom. Cold and merciless to all, he is unexpectedly gentle to her, sparking both fear and curiosity. Forced into a political marriage to secure power for both their factions, Aerin struggles to survive the palace she once called home. As assassins lurk, ministers scheme, and old allies betray, she discovers that her captor may be the only one who never deceived her. Dark, intense, and filled with political intrigue, The Throne Forged by My Captor is a tale of enemies-to-lovers obsession, moral gray choices, and a love forged in betrayal, power, and blood. Can Aerin navigate a world that has forsaken her, and can Xuan protect the woman he cannot let go?

"You were never meant to touch me," Nyla hissed, the mark on her skin burning like a curse. "It was Ka’el’s right." "Then let him take it back—if he dares," Theron replied coldly, his eyes gleaming with defiance. “Do you have any idea what you’ve done? “You have ruined all of us.” She sobbed. “No,” he said. “I have bent fate. And now I’ll rewrite it.” ______ Once every hundred years, beneath the light of the Blue Moon, the gods of Myrenn descend to choose their fated Vessel—an ancient soul-binding rite that crowns the next ruler of the realms. Ka’el, god of light and rightful heir, was meant to mark Nyla—a quiet healer from a forgotten bloodline. But in a single, brutal moment, his younger brother Theron stole that right. Fierce, unrelenting, and tired of being overshadowed, he forced the bond meant for another. Now Nyla is bound to the wrong god. The mark sears her soul. The bond fractures the realms. And as visions of two ruined futures haunt her steps, Nyla becomes the battleground for a war far older than she is prepared for hi Because the greatest threat isn’t the gods. It’s what happens when fate is defied— …and desire is mistaken for destiny.

#Mpreg During a brutal mafia raid, Alex’s father is assassinated in a hate-driven attack, and Alex is taken as collateral by the very gang that destroyed his life. He is brought to the Rodrigo estate—home of the infamous Rodrigo brothers, the city’s most feared criminal syndicate with ties to every major corporation. At first, Alex is relegated to servitude, working as a chef in Antonio’s mansion, his skills the only thing keeping him from complete isolation. Grief and despair consume him, and life feels hopeless—until one drunken night, Raphael bursts into his room and takes what he wants. The following night, Antonio does the same. Now carrying the impossible, Alex makes a daring choice: he will turn his pregnancy into power, manipulating the Rodrigo brothers and forcing the most dangerous men in the city to bend to his rules. But in a world where obsession and control rule, can Alex truly master the men who hold his life—and heart—in their hands? ** The real reason for the MC'S pregnancy will be gradually revealed y'all

The heavens have chosen their champion to stop the apocalypse: not a warrior, but a disciple named Ying Yue. Her mission is to prevent the prophesied demon king, Prince Xue Lian, from ever awakening his power. To do so, she must travel back in time and marry him. Tasked with making the cruel, ice-hearted prince fall for her, Ying Yue must become the one kindness in his life of betrayal. But as she gets closer to the monster she was meant to tame, the line between duty and desire shatters. Now, she must choose: sacrifice the man she is starting to love to save the world, or betray her duty and risk everything for a love that was never meant to be.

On her fourteenth birthday, Aurora watched her family being assassinated by a masked man with a scorpion tattoo on his right wrist. Six years later, weighed down by her comatose brother’s hospital bills, Aurora works at a BDSM club just to survive. One night, she comes face to face with a Masked Dom—a powerful man who bears the same scorpion tattoo in the exact same spot. Certain he is the monster who destroyed her life, Aurora accepts his offer to clear all her debts in exchange for becoming his submissive for two months. To her, it is the perfect chance to get close enough to drive a blade through his heart. But things don’t go as planned. Instead of hatred, Aurora begins to fall in love with the masked man. And the game changes when Aurora lands a second job as the personal secretary to the Lycan King. The moment she meets him, her world tilts. He looks exactly like the masked man from the club—the same face structure, the same presence. The only differences? His eyes and hair are a different shade… and there is no tattoo on his wrist. How could two men look so alike? Believing he is a completely different man, Aurora falls for him too. What Aurora doesn’t know is that the masked man she wants to kill, the masked man she loves, and the Lycan King she is falling for are all one man. PS: This book has a high rate of sex, specifically dominant and submissive displays. PS: Two chapters are updated daily.

I, Nate Cole, Captain of CSI, am damn fucking good at my job. I followed the law, trusted the evidence, and never let anyone distract me… not even the criminals I locked behind bars. Until Adrian Blackwood was forced back into my life, the dark, ruthless, devastatingly handsome Mafia Boss serving a twenty‑year sentence at Hell’s Watch, the city’s most notorious high‑security prison. A fortress built to cage mafia lords, serial offenders, and corrupt officials, and a place where even the guards whispered about inmates who ruled empires from behind steel bars. And he was exactly the kind of man I was raised to despise. “You’re the one who came to me, Nate Cole… what makes you think I’ll cooperate with you or that you can resist me?” His gray eyes smoldered, daring me to look away. I leaned back, meeting his gaze evenly. “Resist you? Please. You’re a bastard behind bars. I don’t do fantasies… and I don’t entertain criminals.” He smirked, stepping closer, voice low and teasing. “Criminals, maybe… but you look like someone who enjoys losing control, and I bet, I can make you beg.” He was the key to a case I couldn’t solve without him, and every glance, every word, every brush of his presence set my pulse racing. His control was intoxicating, and his power is undeniable. “I will break you beautifully, completely, and only into mine,” he whispered, a dangerous promise that shattered every rational thought in my head as the sizzling chemistry and attraction rose between us. I was supposed to stay professional, fucking resist, but some chains weren’t meant to be broken… and some temptations weren’t meant to be denied. Adrian Blackwood was my enemy, and falling for him might have been the most dangerous, most thrilling crime I’d ever committed. I had no idea which one of us was going to survive the darkness… me or him or the fucking world was going to burn.

Eira thought there could be nothing worse than being abducted by she-wolf traffickers, abused, tormented, and ultimately sold off to five powerful Alphas as nothing more than a breeder. She was wrong. The worst was yet to come. She was sold to the same five alphas who had ruined her life and were the reason for every torment she had gone through over the past six years. The Alphas were just as stunned to see her, yet they had no choice but to accept her for the sake of their pack’s future. Because pureblood she-wolves were rare, nearly extinct. Only they could bear the offspring of powerful Alphas, and ensure the survival and strength of the next generation. She hated them with every broken piece of her soul. And they hated her in return. The hatred was mutual. So what now? Eira made a silent vow. She will make them feel every brutal torment she had suffered. Every scar, every tear, every cry in the dark, they will taste it all. But the Alphas had plans of their own. They will use her. Breed her. And when she was no longer of use… they will kill her. But what will they do when the mysteries from the past start to uncover and lines of hatred start to fade into something else? Was it too late to regret?

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.