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​ [COMPLETED] "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.” 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. 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.

Revenge is, by all means, one of the most guaranteed things to happen when a warlord with dragon blood in his veins and ether at his side is betrayed, poisoned, and reduced not to death but to decades of obliterating pain as his ether channels burn from his very soul. Only one remained. One channel, thin and fragile around his heart, survived long enough for him to endure, to wait, to plan, to manipulate, and, eventually, to return to the world with one clear purpose: to burn down the nation of the traitor who thought he had erased him for good. But then came a fortune teller at a street stall. And with the fortune teller came a dare Arik accepted for fun, a spread of cards drawn with no real expectation beyond momentary amusement. Instead, he found something far more dangerous than revenge waiting for him. His mate. A story of rebirth, revenge, enemies-to-allies-to-lovers, political ruin, ether, and the deeply unfortunate reality that the one person tied to Arik’s fate may be the very last person he should ever want. — Warnings, disclaimers, cries for help… call them whatever you want. This is the third book set in the same universe, but it can be read on its own. The world will be fully presented, so nobody needs to do homework before stepping into the chaos. For anyone curious, the first two books are: Bound by the Mark of Lies Shadow Unit Scandal: The Commander’s Omega This universe is ABO dragged directly into etherpunk, political fantasy, violence, bad coping mechanisms, and my ongoing inability to let powerful people make emotionally healthy decisions. There will be violence. There will be gore. There will be smut. There will also be vengeance, terrible restraint, worse impulses, emotional damage, and at least one man reacting to fate like it personally insulted his bloodline. Good luck.

Aadhya Verma never imagined that one transfer could feel like stepping into an entirely different world. From the simplicity of her village school to the polished chaos of Prestigious School of Knowledge, everything feels unfamiliar—too big, too loud, too… much. But the real shock? Section E. The one section everyone avoids. The one filled with boys who don’t follow rules, don’t respect authority, and definitely don’t welcome outsiders. And Aadhya? She’s the only girl there. Surrounded by the most unruly, rebellious boys in the entire school, she quickly realizes this isn’t just about adjusting—it’s about surviving. Leading them is Vivaan Oberoi—arrogant, unpredictable, and dangerously sharp. He doesn’t like change. And he definitely doesn’t like her. What starts as cold hostility soon turns into a battle of egos, words, and wills. Vivaan and his friends make it clear—they want her out. But Aadhya Verma isn’t someone who backs down. With her stubborn resilience, quick wit, and unbreakable spirit, she refuses to leave. Instead, she stands her ground—challenging them, provoking them, and slowly… changing things no one thought could change. Because sometimes, the people who try hardest to push you away… are the ones who end up closest. Amid chaos, clashes, laughter, and unexpected moments, Aadhya finds something she never expected— friendship, belonging… and maybe even love. This Story by title it says it's a remake of Ang mutya ng section E but with an Indian version of it. Just with a few changes. I hope you like it. Offcourse all credits to Ate Lara for this Amazing story line. We love you...Ate Lara. I have changed Aadhya a little different from Jayjay. Aadhya does have few good qualities and is resilient, when she puts her heart into it. And I have also made slight changes to Vivaans personality from Keifers. I have made vivaan a little more brutal by adding his aim to win Yuvika (Ellas character) back. But his plan doesnt follow that pattern obviously. Also I have made slight Changes to Nikansh (yuri character)

I own the MC but nothing else. When the successor to God was chosen, she does what any fan of tv, movies, anime, and manga would do, go to the vast multiverses to help others but also to change events for the better. MC is Intersex and OP.

**Mature Content** "Love is a sin for me, but for you, I'm willing to carry that sin." Iskandar Linwood is the King of Werewolves. At the age of 12, he gained his Supreme Alpha form and began the conquest to bring all the packs under his rule. No one has seen him fully because of the mask that covers the right side of his face, so that people cannot see the horrendous burn mark present there. Everyone says he is the other name of death. Whoever has tried to go against Iskander's wish, the person goes through the most horrible death. Yohana Arlington belongs to the Night Silver Pack. She was born wolf-less; however, it didn't limit Yohana's true strength from coming out. Two years ago, when Yohana's parents passed away, chaos occurred in her pack. Being wolf-less, she couldn't lead her pack. However, with her strategic planning and smartness, Yohana gains the trust of the elders of the pack and helps her brother become the next alpha of the pack as soon as he turns 18. One thing that Yohana is unaware of is the darkness that has begun lurking over her. Her brother sells her to the vicious Werewolf King, Iskander Linwood, as a slave to save the pack. Yohana has no way but to serve the werewolf King, because if she refuses, he will flood the river of blood in her pack. Can Yohana, who is a slave now, win Iskander's heart filled with only darkness? Will she carve a path for herself to become the Queen of the werewolves by making Iskander fall in love with her?

She sneaked into his house, intending only to use his finger to make a fingerprint. Little did she expect that her plan to steal a chicken would end up losing a handful of rice. During a certain party, when someone asked what was good about Mo Nanjue, Tong Ran, thoroughly enjoying her meal, overlooked the figure behind her and blurted out, "He's filthy rich!" As soon as she got home and was about to open the door, someone blocked her at the entrance. "I heard you like that I'm filthy... rich?" Tong Ran's face turned red. "Mo Nanjue, you have no shame!" [Published under the title "Never Forget Your Original Aspiration, Grant You Morning and Evening," it's available in print; feel free to buy and add to your collection~] [The main story is complete, and side stories are still updating, so dive in with confidence~]

Rumor has it that Big Boss Quan, a man of overwhelming power, was forced into a shotgun wedding overnight because of a baby. Rumor has it that his wife is the lucky cinderella in a rags-to-riches story. Hidden beneath the rumors, he is the "I want to turn over and be the boss!" "In your dreams!" On their wedding night, she drunkenly declared her sovereignty, only to be met with a starving tiger pouncing on its prey. "Sign it! We're getting a divorce!" Looking at the divorce agreement, he sneered, Raised his hand, tore it to shreds, and cornered her against the wall, "Liuying, what right do you have to ask for a divorce?" "She's back!" "What? You think you can push me away with a piece of paper? Dream on!" One day, the woman sighed with a troubled expression, "Ah, husband, people are saying you're the stepdad!" Big Boss Quan roared furiously, "I'm the damn biological father! If anyone dares to spread rumors again, I'll chop him! "

The original title was "Hello, Little Sweetheart". The main text is already completed~ What to do when you encounter a quirky and clever little sweetheart? Of course, you spoil her! Spoil her! Spoil her to the heaven! "Sir, Miss Xu lied to others that she would receive roses." "Hmm, order her 999 of them." "Sir, Miss Xu lied to others that she owns a sports car." "Hmm, give her my limited edition model." "Sir…" The bodyguard was eager to talk but stopped. "Hmm?" "Miss Xu lied to others that you are her boyfriend." The man stood up domineeringly, "Wrong, I am her husband!" [This story is 1v1, a pampering story!]

He was a man of immense power and striking beauty, nobly aloof and coldly proud. One day, a bodyguard reported, "Young Master, the Young Mistress has been falsely accused of meddling in someone else's relationship!" "Expose the video of the other party breaking the hidden rules." "Young Master, the Young Mistress has run away from home!" "Pack up immediately, I'm going with her." "Young Master, the Young Mistress has gone to a matchmaking event!" The man was furious, seizing her cheeks in his hand, "Still daring to go on blind dates?" 【After Marriage】Qiao An propped her chin with her hand, gazing at the handsome man in the apron, her voice languid, "Husband~ Is there anything you can't do?" The man's slender fingers fed her the peeled shrimp, "Yes, I can't leave you." 【Little Bun】 After being disciplined by dad's family law, little Bun's eyes brimmed with tears, "Mommy, am I still your Baobei? The kind that you can't bear to scold when I make a mistake, the kind you soften and hug me?" (Heartwarming Petting)

“For years I have tried to tell you I was innocent, and what did you do?” “Briar, please,” Cassian tried to say. “It’s not like that―” “Like what?” I spat. “Not like you’ve tormented me my whole life? Not like you’ve used me and tried to have me killed?” “There was a reason for it,” Rowan tried to say. His eyebrows were furrowed together tightly as he took a step forward. He reached for my hand, and I quickly stepped back. Hurt flashed across his eyes. “We didn’t know―” “Of course you didn’t,” I said with a humorless laugh. “All you did was listen to the lies Violet told you. Even though I am your fated mate, you’ve ignored all my pleas to just listen to what I had to say.” “Briar, please listen to us,” Soren said. His eyes were red with desperation. “Please give us another chance.” “No,” I said, shaking my head. “I’m done waiting. I’m done hurting.” I met their gaze, mustering all the strength I had. I ignored the way their mark on my neck burned in protest. “You’ve made your bed,” I said. “Now it’s time to lie in it.” *** Briar Argyris was born into power, the youngest daughter of the revered Beta family of the Shadowclaw Pack―until the day she vanished. Kidnapped as a child and presumed dead, Briar returned years later, broken and bloodied at the border of her homeland. But her family had already moved on. Her sister, Willow, had grown into a prodigal daughter. As such, there was no room for the forgotten daughter. From the moment she came home, Briar was treated like a curse. Her presence seemed to poison Willow, and as such, Briar was forced to stay far away from her―in the omegas’ quarters. When Willow supposedly died, Briar's fate was sealed. The pack believed she was the murderer, and no one was willing to listen to her pleas. Until the Moon Goddess intervened. Right before her execution―her 18th birthday―Briar's destiny was revealed. She was the fated mate of not one, but three Alphas. Rowan. Soren. Cassian Hadeon. Childhood friends of Willow. Heirs of the Shadowclaw Pack. And her greatest tormentors. They wanted nothing to do with her―convinced she had destroyed the girl they loved, and fueled by the lies of Violet, Willow’s best friend. To them, Briar was nothing but a cruel joke of fate. Trapped in a bond she didn’t choose, hated by the men fate bound her to, Briar is determined to survive―even if her heart shatters in the process. Because the truth is still buried. And when it finally surfaces, the Alphas will learn that the girl they rejected is not only their true mate―she’s the key to everything they thought they lost. But will Briar still want them back after everything they've done? After all, the moon shines brighter outside the Shadowclaw Pack. Just because the triplets are dumb enough to let their fated mate go, doesn't mean that others will do the same... *** Updates 2-4 times a week for the month of April. Daily updates starting in May. Thank you for your support!

Rumors say that if you ever come across an extremely handsome man in a doctor's coat twirling a shiny scalpel between his fingers with an alluring smile on his lips that takes your breath away… Run. For he is the devil. *** Yang Mingshen’s existence screams of six adjectives - Handsome, wealthy, talented, narcissist, arrogant and evil. He is an unrivaled doctor from one of the most affluent and prestigious Underworld families, who sees only medicine and his own interests. Until a desire consumes him - to have a woman’s heart. That woman, Song Jia, continues to put all the wrongs to right as a capable police officer. She, whose life was once saved by the devil doctor, refuses to bend to his tempting seduction. “I will just take your heart and put it in somebody else's chest. It won't hurt at all, I promise~” “Yes because I will be dead to feel anything.” But the bad news comes knocking when Yang Mingshen becomes the lead forensic investigator to assist in her cases. With a devil now clinging to her, she comes across a deep, dark and cruel web of conspiracies stained with blood, love, hatred, revenge, politics and much more. Treading into dangerous territories, will they be able to uncover the net of lies and deceit? And maybe find love along the way? *EXCERPT* “I am not the weak patient anymore. You try to grab my neck and I will break your wrist,” Jia threw him a death glare. Mingshen leaned in closer, chuckling devilishly. "I told you before, Spicy. I have saved your life. I have touched your heart quite literally. So that heart beating in your chest right now belongs to Yang Mingshen. If I want it, I will have it.”

The powerful Vale family is drowning in a massive debt owed to the criminal empire of Cassian Wolfe, head of the Wolfe Syndicate. To settle the debt, the family plans to marry their gentle omega son Eli Vale to Cassian. But the estranged older son Adrian Vale returns after six years away. Adrian is no longer the rebellious heir the family exiled. He has become something far more dangerous — a calculated, highly skilled assassin who survived the criminal underworld. Instead of sacrificing Eli, Adrian takes his place in the marriage, entering the Wolfe Syndicate as the “omega bride.” However, this marriage is not submission. It is a strategic infiltration.

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.

He fell in love with the bastard. ........ Rai Est, a 33-year-old high school teacher, was suddenly transferred to Silverlake High School, a tiny school buried in the countryside. With only a few days to settle into his new life, Rai struggled to find a place to stay. Fortunately, the kind principal, understanding his situation, offered him a place in a house he owned and rent out. But Rai quickly learnt he wouldn't be living alone. Sharing a house wasn't supposed to be a big deal. A roommate or a housemate sounded harmless enough. Well…no. It's bad. Very bad... Because the person he has to share the house with turned out to be someone he already knows. Zade Grey... ZADE FUCKING GREY! They shared scars, fights, curses and a lot of 'nice memories' from their school days. It must be fate. After almost fifteen years, the ultimate enemies are reunited. And, one is very excited...

On the day of her half-sister’s wedding, Lyra’s world is torn apart. Daphne, the bride, has vanished, and to appease the ruthless Alpha Kaelen, Lyra is forced to wear the veil. But the sham ceremony backfires when a sacred ritual binds them with a goddess-blessed mate bond—one that can never be broken. Her sacrifice is repaid with the ultimate betrayal. Framed by her own family for stealing her sister’s life, Lyra is dragged to a hostile pack as the Alpha’s despised mate. Humiliated and enraged, Kaelen vows to claim her not for passion, but for punishment. He will own her, break her, and make her regret the day she ever crossed him. But in the shadows of their new life, a darker threat looms—a poison threatening the pack and a conspiracy that runs deeper than their hatred. As an unwanted bond pulls them closer, they will discover the line between burning hatred and searing passion is thin enough to ignite.

Ms. Scott used to have a terrible reputation, and nobody wanted to marry her. She had no choice but to find herself a temporary husband. They agreed this was only an act, but why did this man follow her around all day long? "Honey, it's too cold tonight. I want to hold you while we sleep..." After getting married, Ms. Scott was no longer bullied. In fact, the tables had turned. Those who bullied her had no choice but to apologize to her for what they did in the past. Just as she sighed in relief and was prepared to get a divorce, he pulled her into his arms. "Honey, who else bullied you in the past? I'll deal with them. You can do whatever you want. I'll always support you. Don't worry. "Hmm. I guess the divorce isn't going to work out. There was also a child who wrapped his arms around her legs and called her Mommy. Could anybody tell her when she gave birth to a child?

It always starts with an accident. That’s how all these stories go. One moment, you’re minding your own business, and the next, you wake up in someone else’s body. For Caspian, his accident started earlier than he even knew. Maybe it began when his sister got him into romance novels? Or when he started really sympathizing with the villains at the ends of books? He’d never know. It was too late to worry about it now. For now, he had to find a way to fix this nightmare, or rehabilitate his image, all while trying to free himself from the fate set out for him. All because of the damn "gods" who he'd cut a deal with. These were the only two options he had available, and he wasn’t sure he could succeed at either. The man he had taken over for had been…a true piece of work. And the secret villain of the book he had been reading before he passed. It had been a harem novel. A reverse harem novel. He was trapped in a huge ass CASTLE with a bunch of men who hated him because he was taking affection and time away from their shared wife. All Cass wanted to do was be a good person, not mess around with this poor woman and her far too handsome husbands. But why would no one leave him alone? Was he too suspicious? And why, after going out of his way to avoid them like they had asked, did they keep pestering him? And where did the heroine go? How was he going to manage three, handsome men without the heroine?

Warning Trigger: Mature Content! No Rape “You said you wanted to see your family,” he accused in a calm voice, eyes locked on her. “Were my words and actions not enough to make you understand that your place is next to me?” He said slowly, this time lacking the smile on his face that made Luna jump at every one of his next words. “You di,did not kee,keep your end of the deal, and yet you expect me to. That is not fair,” Luna tried to reason, willing her heart to be quiet. Draven’s eyes narrowed at her words, and he took another step closer. The other man pushed Luna back and stood in front of her in a protective stance, as if he saw the need to shield the girl from the king’s rage. This made Draven’s cold eyes darken further. His green eyes narrowed at the way the man’s body brushed against Luna’s in their current position. “Step away from her, werewolf, unless you want your blood staining the scaffold just like the other man.” Draven said, and Luna’s eyes widened hearing this, his smile coming back to grace his lips. . Author’s POV: Regency balls, 400-year-old prophecies, and a king who treats torture like afternoon tea. If you like your MLs cold, your FLs with knives, and your romance measured in body counts, welcome to the court. _I promise you’ll check for blades under your own dress._ (;..^~^.;)

On the night of her fifth wedding anniversary, Seraphina Vale dies watching her husband smile over a glass of champagne he knows she will never finish. When she opens her eyes again, she is standing in her childhood bedroom, staring at her untouched wedding gown. It is the day before she marries Adrian Hawthorne, the charming billionaire who will one day steal her family’s company, ruin her father’s legacy, and leave her bleeding on a marble staircase while his mistress calls it an accident. This time, Seraphina does not walk down the aisle. Instead, she signs a contract marriage with Adrian’s greatest rival Lucien Ashford, the ruthless CEO who was destroyed and bankrupted by Adrian in her previous life. Lucien wants revenge, Seraphina wants justice, and their marriage is supposed to be a transaction but as she guides him through corporate traps she already remembers, and he shields her from dangers she once faced alone, cold calculation begins to feel dangerously close to devotion. Meanwhile, Adrian is unraveling. The woman who once loved him without question now looks at him like he is already a ghost, and he cannot understand why losing her feels like losing something he never knew was irreplaceable.