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She has spent her life believing she's cursed - a wolfless embarrassment her father barely tolerates. But when she's forced into a contract marriage with the cold and terrifying Lycan King, she learns the truth is far more deadly. *** He didn't ask for a wife, just a womb for his heir. Emotionless, merciless, and built entirely from brooding muscle and trauma, the Lycan King intends to use her, then send her back where she came from. But when an assassination attempt exposes the lies surrounding her birth, he realises he's married something far more dangerous than a powerless girl.

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?

At the last attempt for peace, Ophelia Valthorn is sacrificed by her ruthless stepfather, Joel Valthorn, to marry the feared Lord Dante Hastings. Ophelia is torn away from her sick brother, whom she loves dearly, and taken across enemy lands, where her every move is scrutinised, and every glance filled with hatred. Dante and Ophelia are guarded against each other until the rise of assassinations and whispers of betrayal within each family forces them to lean on each other. As Ophelia adapts to her new life, she discovers a curse which torments her husband. It is a curse which threatens not only the truce but Ophelia’s life. Will Ophelia flee before war breaks out again, or help Dante break free of the curse?

He’s cold, ruthless, and a billionaire. She’s proud, independent, and unafraid to stand her ground. When a contract forces them together, desire sparks, hearts clash, and secrets threaten to destroy them both. Will love survive Damien Thorn’s world of power?

He never expected to become payment for his cousin's debt. But now Celia has two choices: find a way to pay back the Don, or escape with his family before it's too late. There's just one problem. The Don doesn't want his money. He wants him—a toy to be used and discarded. And the more Celia fights, the more the man holding his chains seems to enjoy the chase. Every glare burns. Every touch, he feels still lingers. And somewhere between hatred and heat, Celia starts to wonder... What if falling for my enemy is the most dangerous thing to do... before he kills me?

"Do you know where you are?" "Who cares which hell I fall into!" Dakota responded coldly. "Do you know what I do with my enemies?" "You kill them and drink their blood!" Dakota never imagined attending her sister's engagement party would turn her life upside down. The man she loved twice, the mate she gave everything to, the father of the twins she nearly died birthing, is marrying her sister. Raising their son. Living the life he promised her. With her memories flooding back in devastating waves, Dakota does the only thing she can: she runs. Straight into enemy territory. Into the hands of Alpha Kade, the rival her pack has feared for years. He should kill her. Use her as leverage. Start a war. Instead, he offers her refuge. But when her mate comes demanding her return, claiming the bond can't be broken, Dakota faces an impossible choice: The man who destroyed her twice, or the enemy who's offering her a chance to destroy him back. Some loves are forbidden. Some are fatal. And some enemies... become everything.

Warning 18÷ only: In my world, werewolves make the rules, dragon shifters rule with fear, and vampires sit on thrones like they own the air we breathe. They are always male. And trust me, they are always cruel, especially the ones this story is about. I am an orphan. I am disabled. From the first moment people looked at me, they decided my fate. On my first shift, everyone believed it would be a joke, a mess, something weak and shameful. The elders whispered that I would turn into a rat or something useless. They were wrong. I turned into a dragon. A female dragon. The prophecy says the first female dragon shifter will bring the end of the kingdom. Because of that, I am called an abomination. A monster. A threat. There is a bounty on my head so high that no one would hesitate to kill me for it. A girl has no place among royal dragon guards, so I am forced to hide. I cut my hair, bind my body, and take the shape of a man. That lie sends me to the Academy of Sixth, a place meant to break monsters and crown kings. The dragon royals are cold. The werewolf kings are worse. Their princes are wild, dangerous, and full of arrogance. They rule the academy like they rule the world, with fists, power, and no mercy. Everything falls apart when I discover the truth. I am mated to all five of them. They feel the pull. They crave the boy they think I am. I feel it too, even though I fight it with everything in me. If they find out who I really am, I will not be rejected. I will be executed. I cannot hide forever. I cannot resist them forever. What happens when five princes learn that the boy they desire is their mate, a disabled girl, and the very dragon their world fears will end them all. Last Chance Academy is a dark reverse harem paranormal story for readers 18 and above, where power is deadly, love is forbidden, and even the shadows are not safe.

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.

Elara Ashford, 23, has been living a lie her entire life. She was brought up as Princess of Veridia, wearing silk and jewels, and she believes she has royal blood in her veins. However, when a marriage alliance insists that she marry the dreaded Dragon King of the North in order to stop war, her adopted family reveals the terrible truth: she was born with the real princess. She is merely the daughter of a commoner, a stand-in for the legitimate heir who was concealed for her "protection." Elara is now being sent to her death with a single, unachievable task: either make the monster fall in love with her or her real family, the commoners who abandoned her, will be put to death for treason. The Northern Kingdom is a real-life nightmare. Towers of obsidian are circled by dragons. In courtyards, Fae warriors hone their blades. In dimly lit hallways, witches murmur. And in charge of it all is Kael Draven, the ancient and deadly Dragon King, whose touch burns like dragonfire, whose amber eyes see through every lie, and whose court keeps a watchful eye on the frail human bride like wolves circling wounded prey. Elara anticipated a monster. She discovers a king who is plagued by centuries-old curses, haunted by betrayal, and frantically searching for his fated mate, whom he believes will break the curse that is slowly killing his people. He believes that *she* is a bond. She's not his mate, though. Wearing a stolen crown, she is a fraud. Elara learns that people have been lying about the North for generations as she makes her way through assassination attempts, lethal court politics, and a developing fascination with the dragon who could burn her with a single breath. Humans have betrayed the "monsters." And centuries ago, a human princess betrayed Kael himself, bringing a curse upon his entire kingdom. Elara's world falls apart when the real Princess Seraphine is found—beautiful, gifted with magic, and Kael's *actual* fated mate. Kael and Seraphine's mate bond is unquestionably ancient and ignites instantly. Elara ought to move aside. Let fate do its thing. However, Seraphine didn't have to spend months gaining the dragon warriors' trust. didn't put her life in danger to lift old curses. didn't fall in love with a monarch who taught her that monsters are created, not born. Elara is faced with an impossible decision after learning that Seraphine is a part of a plot to overthrow the Northern Kingdom from within and that the "true princess" is the real danger to the precarious peace: – Lose Kael to his true love and expose Seraphine. – Keep quiet and watch the kingdom she has come to love burn. – Fight for a love that wasn't supposed to be hers. Because bloodlines aren't always important to the heart. Sometimes love is forged in dragonfire rather than in the stars. Furthermore, the girl who wore a stolen crown, Elara Ashford, is set to demonstrate that fate isn't the most potent form of magic. It's a decision.

In the Empire of Vireth, a land cursed by blood and ritual, Emperor Kaelor Vireth cannot feel emotion—except at the moment of death. Life is a dull, colorless haze, until he experiences near-death, when sensation floods his senses and his mind awakens to anger, joy, and desire. To feel alive, he engineers wars and invites assassination attempts, each near-death moment a drug. Until Seris Vale, a legendary assassin, is sent to kill him. But when her blade first pierces his defense, Kaelor feels something more than pain—he feels… alive. Instead of execution, Kaelor binds her to him as his personal executioner, the only person allowed to attempt his death. Each encounter becomes a ritual: a deadly game of proximity and passion, where the knife at his throat is indistinguishable from intimacy. As their dangerous liaison unfolds, Seris discovers she alone can make the king feel, and Kaelor discovers he cannot survive without her touch. But desire and power are never without consequence. Court factions, assassins’ guilds, and foreign powers all seek to manipulate, control, or eliminate them. The Assassin Guild demands she finish her mission; rivals and nobles suspect her influence; cultists claim the king is a demon. And through it all, their bond evolves from weapon and target to a twisted, intoxicating addiction—each testing the boundaries of loyalty, survival, and love. Over centuries of political upheaval, assassination attempts, and forbidden intimacy, both must confront their darkest impulses. Kaelor is forced to decide whether to remain addicted to death, or to risk living for the first time. Seris must choose whether to be the executioner who ends him, or the anchor who teaches him to survive. At its heart, The King Who Only Loves Corpses is a story about addiction, obsession, and the fragile, dangerous beauty of emotion itself. It’s a gothic dark fantasy romance designed for long-term serialization, with intricate political intrigue, morally grey protagonists, and high-stakes, addictive near-death tension.

What if Tee had to share a room with Dee who rarely wants to talk to his friends, Dee may seem innocent and not good at socializing while Tee is the most active and shameless type of human being he is also popular, Dee and Tee are not very close even though they are in the same major, Tee does not want to share a room but is forced to share a room with Dee who acts like the most innocent person even though he is very indifferent!

she thought after graduation it’d be boring, like blazers and deadlines and maybe shitty coffee. not… this. not waking up next to someone who could buy a whole city just because he felt like it. fate probably packed its bag, booked a one-way flight, and said “good luck, babe,” because what kind of joke is marrying the man everyone whispers about but no one’s actually seen? he doesn’t talk much. he doesn’t need to. the room bends around him, and somehow she’s the idiot standing there pretending she’s not scared. he’s cold, or that’s what she tells herself, until he’s not. until the smile looks like danger and the touch feels like a threat dressed up as affection. and maybe it’s love. maybe it’s something uglier. maybe it’s both, tangled so tight she can’t tell which is choking her first. either way, there’s no running. not from him. not from what he is. Welcome to Lords of Obsession. Where love doesn't bloom. It bleeds. --- THE HUNTER LORDS OF OBSESSION BOOK ONE

“This is my resignation.” He doesn’t look up. “Where’s the money?” “…Money?” “The compensation.” That’s when she learns walking away isn’t free. Ten years after vanishing from each other’s lives, Seo Jiah ends up working for her high school ex — now the ruthless CEO of Daeyeon Holdings. He keeps it cold. She treats him like the mistake she never healed from. They both keep lying. The contract locks her in. The past keeps finding ways back in. Jiah doesn’t beg. She doesn’t fold. She fights him in meeting rooms, in late-night emails, and in every look they pretend doesn't linger. He pushes. She pushes back. The office becomes a battlefield where the flashbacks bleed in—the love they buried, the way it ended, and the kind of hurt that doesn’t die quietly. She’s not just trapped. She’s cornered—and dangerous. He acts untouchable, but she’s the only one who ever got close enough to break him. Some reunions don’t come with closure. They come with teeth.

A Queen. Her husband's prisoner. Deadly desire. ____ ____ What is more forbidden than falling in love with your husband's prisoner? For a Queen, it isn't just betrayal. It is treason. And when that prisoner is a werewolf - the enemy of her people, such an act becomes an unforgivable crime, one not even death can pardon. Ismena would never do that though. She would never fall in love with her husband's prisoner. So why does she keep dreaming of the beastly enemy, shackled in cold iron and locked away in his dungeon beneath the castle? __ WHAT TO EXPECT SLOW BURN // QUEEN + ENEMY PRISONER // ALPHA // MYSTERIOUS DREAMS // DETAILED INTIMATE SCENES // DETAILED VIOLENCE // HUMAN ROYALTY + WEREWOLF // MAGIC // LATE MEDIEVAL ROYALTY (FLEXIBLE APPLICATION) ___ WSA ENTRY! UPDATE SCHEDULE: A CHAPTER DAILY.

Eilownia has been condemned to live in the dilapidated garden shed at the edge of her father's estate. After a hellish storm grants her the opportunity to escape, Eilownia finds herself in the midst of a war between Kingdoms, a target on her back, the center of multiple reputation ending secrets and entangled with the enemy Kingdom's General! Uncovering the hidden truths behind the war, her father's rage and finding herself are among the multiple challenges she finds herself facing with her newfound freedom!

Trapped by an unfair contract, Eva was determined to do whatever it took to end the contract and ensure it ended with her alone, but she never expected to be sent to the enemy as a spy. “Nothing complicated,” they said. “Yeah right.” How was she going to find a man even her so-called ‘boss’ couldn't find? But left no other choice, she set off, following the instructions given to her, searching high and low not knowing the one she sought was right beside her. The man whose presence lit up her day and made butterflies flutter in her stomach even when he didn't mean to. Yes, Eva fell in love. And now? Eva was trapped between dangerous organizations, one has her heart and the other a contract that could ruin everything all over again *** Excerpt: “You hate me now, don't you?” Eva said as she pulled on the jacket, trying to cover as much of herself as possible. Trying to suppress the emotions that threatened to shatter her to pieces. Her eyes darted towards the man who had his back to her. He couldn't even bring himself to look at her. She thought, biting her lip. “I understand if you don't want to have anything to do with me anymore. I promise to disappear from your sight. You'll never see me again…” “Eva…” his voice sliced through the dark room that was barely illuminated by the moonlight, cutting her mid sentence. Her breath hitched at the edginess his tone carried. Eva held her breath when he turned, his broad back slowly shifting until he stood facing her. She almost couldn't look him in the eyes, afraid of what she would see. Those steely grey orbs that always seem to stare into her soul were even more unreadable now. “Come here, Eva,” his tone suddenly changed, losing its sharp edge. “What?” When she took longer processing his words, he took a step towards her while she instinctively took a step back. Seeing that, he stopped and held her gaze. “Come here, Eva,” he repeated, his voice becoming firmer, an order she was compelled to obey. With both hands clutching tightly to the oversized jackets, she took slow and staggering steps towards him. Her heels clicking on the tiled floor with each step and the silence of the room amplifying them. She felt bare under his intense gaze but she couldn't stop her legs from moving towards him. She knew he could be frightening, but this was the first time she had ever faced this side of him. Yet, her legs still moved, obeying his command. “I… I promise… I won't…” “Keep moving, Eva,” he ordered again when her steps slowed down as she started talking. Eva gulped but did as he ordered until she was standing a three foot distance from him. Unable to hold his gaze, she stared down at her feet. The red straps of her heels now an eyesore but she would rather look at them than at his eyes. Or face. “In your eyes, am I that shallow, Eva?” He asked, his tone calm and calculated. Eva snapped her head up as soon as those unexpected words left his lips.

Skylar Velcourt believes that she will one day follow in the footsteps of her father, and return her homeland, Astros, to its former glory. But when Lord Cario Everus extends a proposal between the two heirs of both their Houses, she does not expect her father to accept. Now she is sentenced to a political marriage she never asked for. Skylar is soon betrothed to marry Lord Caspian of House Everus. They knew each other as children, and when they meet again after years apart, Skylar immediately despises him. He is cold, unreadable and infuriatingly indifferent. When Skylar begs him to refuse the marriage. Caspian ignores her pleas out of duty. And so they marry, bound by politics, resentment, and a shared vow to keep their distance. Thrust from the warm gardens of Astros, to the cold fortresses of Xoras, Skylar struggles to adjust to her new life and all its restrictive rules. And her marriage is no better. It is a performance by day, and a battlefield in private. Skylar loathes Caspian’s rigid honour and unkindness, while Caspian resents Skylar’s defiance and fire. They try to destroy each other with every glare and conversation, yet beneath the hostility lies something neither of them can explain or ignore. But Skylar soon uncovers a truth far more terrifying than an unwanted marriage. She discovers the real reason House Everus proposed a union. It is a plan of deception and betrayal, one that sentences Skylar to imminent death. Skylar has no solid evidence, nor any allies. No one will believe her. If she speaks, or run away, she will be dismissed as a desperate girl trying to escape her marriage. Every choice will doom her parents and Astros, with it. There is only one path left. And it is the most dangerous of them all.  Skylar must make her husband, Caspian Everus fall in love with her.  But affection is harder to fake than hatred, and the task seems impossible. Even as the lines between act and reality begin to blur, and tensions rise between them, Skylar wonders if the man she vowed to hate can truly save her and her family from destruction, or will he become the greatest threat of all?

Isekaied into one of the many Eroge that she often played to 'relieve stress', Natalie is going to have to navigate a world that runs on 'fun' logic as well as power. Taking the place of the main character at a magical academy, Natalie has to make use of all her knowledge about this game world to live a comfortable life, but since it was once a game world, things never go smoothly, and it definitely isn't uneventful. Join her as she navigates a world where pleasure is sometimes more common and accepted then it should be while also having to worry about the threats to come... either from her new peers or from those outside of the Academy. ~~~ Warning: This is a futanari MC that will be both a 'giver' and a 'taker', which is where the Yuri prompt comes in. If you want pure Yuri I am sorry but it won't be that common in this novel; maybe eventually something will be introduced to spice things up in this novel, but otherwise it is a futanari book. This should be a healthy mix of smut and slice of life with the occasional action scenes to keep things fresh, and if you have read any of my other novels it should be a nice in-between of Servant System and Reincarnated As The Only Human - that means a fair amount of smut but also less 'stagnation' coming from that as I progress the story. I hope you enjoy and at least give it a chance, and I am always wanting to improve so don't hesitate to leave a comment~!

Devoted and hopeful in a three-year loveless marriage, Selina believed she would finally secure her husband Zane Kaius’s affection — or at least his attention — the moment she revealed her pregnancy to him. But everything shattered in a single night when Zane told her she was unfit to have a family with him. Only then did she realize she had been nothing more than a pawn all along — while he continued choosing another woman over her. A rebuffed wife with no identity. Betrayed and heartbroken, Selina decided to keep her little secret from Zane. She was determined to protect and raise her child alone, while reclaiming the life she had slowly lost. She wanted a divorce. Yet the same man who once rejected her now clings to her, unwilling to let her go at any cost. This time, however, Selina is no longer the woman who allows herself to be trampled on. .... _Except_ "What if there was already a child?" Selina's voice was small, desperate, stopping him in his tracks. "Wouldn't you give us a chance? I don't want a child to grow up in the shadows, Zane. Not like I did." "Then get rid of it," he declared, not turning around."Let me be clear, Selina: you will never be the mother of my child. Not now. Not ever."

The universe hated me so much, it tossed me around, then dumped me straight into the arms of my father’s killer. — I thought I understood monsters. I grew up with them. I survived them. I swore I would kill the one who murdered my father and brothers. But when I finally found him, I failed. Dante Corsetti. Alpha. Mafia boss. The man who destroyed my family and dragged me into his house like a living trophy. He broke me apart until I didn’t know where my rage ended and his cruelty began. He said I was nothing. A prisoner. A reminder of everything he’d lost. A punishment for sins I never committed. Yet the longer I stayed, the more the world I thought I knew cracked open. The secrets about my bloodline, lies my father died with and a supernatural truth I should never have discovered. And in the middle of it all, a mate bond tied me to the monster I hated most. The goddess must be laughing because Dante is not the only one drawn to me. There were two others. Knox, who looked at me like I was the first good thing the goddess ever gave him. Reed, who claimed I was destined for him no matter who he had to fight. Three alphas. One impossible bond. And me, trapped between revenge, desire, and a fate dark enough to break every one of us. WARNING: 18+ Contains dark, and triggering themes some readers might find disturbing.