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Claimed by my First Love who Returned as the Mafia Devil

[R18+ Mature Content] Four years ago, he promised me his name in the heat of his bed. Today, he is the Mafia Devil who owns this city—and he’s returned to claim my life as his debt. At exactly 2:17 AM, my father burned Renzo Valenti’s world to the ground. By morning, mine was gone too. My family is extinct. My name is ash. And I survived by becoming no one. I thought I was hidden. I thought I was safe. I thought the shadows would keep me safe from the Reaper. I was wrong. Renzo Valenti didn't return for a reunion. He returned for a debt that can only be paid in skin. No gun. No warning. Just his cold hand bruising my jaw and a lethal whisper against my ear: "You'll work for me. Under my roof. At my desk. In my bed. Until every life your father took is paid for in full." I should have been his enemy. Instead, I became his. His secretary. His prisoner. His living penance. His property. The only thing he's allowed to break. But the most dangerous part isn't his hatred. It's the way he looks at me like I was always meant to be his. Because even now… his touch doesn't feel like something I survived. It feels like something I never escaped. He was my first love. Now, he is my Owner. And the Devil never stops until he's satisfied. --- [Mature content] “It’s 2:17 AM, Elara,” he hissed, his thumb dragging roughly over my lower lip, forcing my mouth open just enough to steal my breath. “The time when my world ended. Every night at this hour… you remember it with me.” A sharp, broken gasp was the only sound I could make as he shoved me onto the desk. He didn’t move like the boy I once loved. He moved like a takeover, his hips driving a relentless, punishing rhythm that shattered my resistance into a thousand jagged pieces. Every thrust was a lethal spark in my veins, turning my nerves into a screaming wire and my lungs into a vacuum that could only find air in him. I bit my lip to stifle a moan that tasted like betrayal. My mind screamed at me to fight, but my body was a traitor. Every touch, every bruising grip, felt hauntingly familiar. “You’re lightheaded, Little Ghost?” he mocked, his breath a searing promise against my ear. “Good. I want you to feel every jagged second of what you owe me.” Dark version Reunion. Obsessive/Ruthless "Devil" ML. Strictly No Rape. DAILY UPDATES! #MafiaRomance #PossessiveML #DarkRomance #FirstLove #EnemiesToLovers #StrongFemaleLead #MafiaRomance
FSr · 3.1k Views

Transmigrated Into A Demon Academy; Demon King! Have Mercy!

One minute he is Valentine Reynolds, the most honourable man and a true hero in his world, and the next minute he is the trash of another world. ‎ ‎Cast to the bottom of the food chain where shame was his daily bread and bullying his normal life, he struggled. How did this happen? HE TRANSMIGRATED. Wait... But how did he become the weakest demon in an academy where only the strong survived? An academy where only the most atrocious things happen! (Slavery, Pimping, Killing, Sedating, Torture, Rape, Sodomy). Sodomy? SODOMY??? What exactly about his past life was so wrong to be so heartlessly cursed with such severe punishment? Valentine Reynolds was highly HOMOPHOBIC!! ... But Val's predicament was nothing compared to the actual craft of this world. Here, you will see seven princes of hell wage war against themselves. Here, you will see the true nature of their abilities. Here, you will see them wrestle with other entities, weak or strong just to get to the throne. Here, you will see them mess with their weakness and prey on the weak. Here, you will see what happens in an academy where everyone is ruthless. Here, you get to see what it means for the Ruler of Hell to fall in love. Here, you get to see what happens when the one whom Hell bows to crumble his world to protect his heart. Here, you WILL see what happens when you mess with Hell himself. What? You want to see this happen? Then swipe open the chapters already! ------- NOTE: This book is slow paced. ~~~~ Releases on Monday, Tuesday, Wednesdays and Fridays. Mass Releases on Saturdays and Sundays.
Twilight_Fog · 16.6k Views

[BL] A Fugue in Double C Major

The once renowned Seoul Philharmonic Symphony is in distress and losing musicians before Seo Jaemin, an unknown beta conductor with a murky past, steps in to help them rebuild their glory together with his career in the cutthroat, alpha-dominated world of classical music. As First Chair, the commanding alpha Kang Do-hyun resists the new leadership, refusing to submit to a beta, although he notices himself being drawn to Jaemin, a pull he can’t explain. But Jaemin is hiding a secret that would shatter his fragile professional facade: he's not a beta at all, but an omega, whose scent is now a painful echo of a failed bond—a betrayal that haunts his every move. When Do-hyun discovers Jaemin’s true nature, his unexplained attraction spirals into a fierce, protective obsession. Consumed by an alpha's fury for the one who broke Jaemin, Do-hyun must decide if he can truly save the omega he’s dying to claim. ----- [Excerpt] Jaemin’s hair was a mess of soft, dark honey curls, his clothes from the concert rumpled and clinging to his slender frame. Do-hyun hadn’t dared to undress him. After the omega had fallen asleep, the floral scent had flared, unleashed from the tight grip Jaemin kept on it when he was conscious. Barely a minute later, Do-hyun had to rally every ounce of self-control from within to extract himself from the bed and stumble out of the room, before his alpha instincts could take over and greedily claim everything that was being offered freely to him. Now, Jaemin stood swaying slightly in front of him, his amber eyes half-lidded, a hazy, dreamy glaze coating them like a thin film. His cheeks were flushed a soft rose, and his mouth, a little open, seemed to be waiting for something. "Jaemin," Do-hyun managed, his voice thick and low. "Are you okay? Do you need something? You can't be walking around like this." Jaemin didn't seem to hear him. He took another step forward, and his scent slammed into Do-hyun’s senses, shredding through his safety shield of medicated eucalyptus—the intoxicating cherry blossoms, now so strong they stung his eyes. Lifting a hand to Do-hyun’s chest, Jaemin looked up at him, head tilted, hazy eyes searching Do-hyun’s face as if looking for something in the depths of his soul. Then he spoke, the single word a soft, breathless whisper: "Alpha."
ovinea · 93.6k Views

Tempting and Taming The Cold-blooded Mafia Boss

Trigger Warning This story contains mature and dark themes including violence, assassination, psychological manipulation, obsessive romance, power imbalance, and morally grey characters. It explores toxic attraction, emotional trauma, betrayal, and scenes of life-threatening situations. Reader discretion is advised. --- Ariana is not a hero. She is not a victim. She is a weapon. A ghost trained to infiltrate, deceive, and eliminate without hesitation. She has survived by trusting no one and feeling nothing. Her latest mission is simple: kill Damian—the cold-blooded Mafia boss whose secrets could collapse empires—and disappear like she always does. But Damian is not a man who dies easily. He is ruthless. Calculating. A predator who built his kingdom on blood and fear. He notices everything. He trusts no one. And the moment Ariana steps into his world, he sees through her. What was meant to be a clean assassination spirals into something far more dangerous. Because Damian does not hunt alone. He hunts back. Every encounter becomes a silent war. Every touch feels like betrayal. Every moment together balances on the edge of violence. They circle each other like loaded guns with fingers on the trigger. Ariana was sent to destroy him. Damian is determined to break her first. In a city where loyalty is an illusion and death is currency, obsession grows in the cracks between survival and desire. They threaten each other. They provoke each other. They test how close they can stand to the edge before someone falls. Or jumps. Because when two people who do not value their own lives begin to crave each other, destruction is inevitable. This is not a love story built on softness. It is forged in blood, control, and dangerous surrender. And in the end, the question isn’t who will kill whom. It’s who will fall first. **** Assassin vibes—CHECKED Mafia danger—CHECKED Near-death tension / suicidal stakes—CHECKED Obsession / chemistry—CHECKED Psychological intensity—CHECKED
Saa_Mohd · 12.2k Views

The Trident's Obsession: Claimed By Three

[Warning: R18+ Content] I thought I was going to die. So I chose to be remembered. One night. One drink. One sin I could never take back. But the men I met at the bar weren’t strangers. They were The Trident… three ruthless heirs of the Corvanni Dynasty, the most feared mafia bloodline alive. Draven. Silent, merciless, a predator cloaked in shadows. Lucian. Calculative, hauntingly beautiful, a devil with a silver tongue. And Azriel. Wild, reckless, dangerously addictive. They don’t ask. They take. And now they want me… completely. Their obsession burns hotter than their empire. Their touch is forbidden, but I can’t resist. Because the deeper I fall, the clearer it becomes… I’m not just their desire. I’m their ruin. Excerpt ********** “Run if you want, Jade.” The nickname rolled off Lucian’s tongue like a promise and a threat, one no one had ever dared call me before. My breath hitched, legs trembling, but before I could take a step, Draven’s hand closed around my wrist… iron, unyielding. “You think you can walk away after tasting us?” His voice was quiet, deadly, sending shivers straight to my core. Azriel leaned in from behind, his lips brushing the shell of my ear as his laughter burned through me. “Sweetheart, we don’t chase what’s already ours. And you, little Jade…” his teeth grazed my skin, “…you belong to the Trident now.” Azriel’s fingers tilted my chin up, his grin sinful, dangerous, carved just for me. “Tell me, Jade,” he purred, voice thick with lust, “what do you want?” Heat scorched my skin, my lips parting, but no words came. My body betrayed me, trembling against the wall of Draven’s chest while Lucian’s hand traced lazy circles on my thigh, teasing, tormenting. Azriel’s laugh was low, filthy. “No, sweetheart. Don’t just tremble for us. Say it.” His thumb brushed my lower lip, slow, taunting. “Say what you want. Say you want our hands, our mouths, our cocks… say it, and I’ll give you everything.” Draven’s breath was at my neck, steady, lethal. “Careful,” he murmured, “once you speak it aloud, there’s no going back.” Lucian’s whisper slid against my ear, silken poison. “And when you do, Jade, you’ll never remember what it felt like to be untouched.” My mouth opened before my brain could reason… “I want you,” I whispered. Draven’s hand tightened, Lucian’s eyes darkened, Azriel laughed as if the world had finally given him his prize. Three bodies pressed in, heat and danger wrapping me like a cage I couldn’t escape. Didn’t want to escape. My heart screamed to run, but my body whispered the truth. I wanted them… All of them. ********** Three men. One woman. A love story carved in blood and obsession.
Nyx_Rae · 87.4k Views