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He was the boy who was stolen. She was the girl he was sent to steal. Artavius was kidnapped as a child and raised by the very people who destroyed his life. He doesn’t know who he is—only what he’s been trained to become. So when he’s ordered to kidnap Valentine, he doesn’t hesitate. But ten days alone with her wasn’t part of the plan. She fights him. He controls her. And somewhere between fear and silence—something shifts. Because the closer they get, the more dangerous the truth becomes. They were never supposed to remember. And they were never supposed to fall.

Faye and her elder brother return to town after years away. Adjusting isn’t easy, not with his personal troubles and not in a place that no longer feels like home. Everything feels strange. Different. Like she doesn’t belong. On her first day back, she clashes with a girl they meet by accident, and the encounter ends badly. The next morning, Faye walks into her new school only to discover that the same girl is not just anyone… she’s the Alpha of the pack and the school’s princess. Now they’re forced into the same space every day. They become enemies instantly, constantly getting on each other’s nerves. Pride clashes. Neither of them is willing to back down. Until one reckless night changes everything. They wake up in each other’s arms. Both agree it was a mistake. It never happened. It will never happen again. But what happens when proof is left behind? Faye discovers she’s carrying the Alpha Princess’s baby. Now two people who can’t stand each other must decide, will they keep fighting, or will they learn to stand together for the child that binds them? [Content Warning This story may contain explicit adult content, including violence, killing, bloodshed, and other mature themes. Some chapters may not include specific warnings.] Thank you for reading my book.

The synopsis is in the first chapter. This is a translated story, all credits to the author.

Raven Young thought that after completing her final mission, she would finally leave the organization and live a peaceful life. But what happens when that very mission turns out to be the first one she ever fails? You run. Yes—and so did Raven. Not to save herself, but to escape the people chasing her, pushing her to the very edge… until she had no choice but to jump off a cliff, hoping against hope to survive. But fate had other plans. When Raven opened her eyes, she realized she was alive… but not in her own body. She had woken up as Ivy—the very woman who had caused her mission to fail. And as if that wasn’t enough, a father and son pair refused to let her go. The man kept her close for reasons of his own, his motives unclear and unsettling. Meanwhile, the child clung to her, refusing to leave her side, determined to keep his “parents” together—and even dreaming of having a sibling. “God… just what in the world has happened?” Raven had never felt so betrayed by life. But living in Ivy’s body begins to unravel secrets—truths that entangle their lives in ways she cannot escape. And the man who keeps her close? Little by little… he begins to drive her insane with his undeniable charm.

Adrian Cole is ruthless, brilliant, and untouchable, a tech CEO who controls every part of his life, except for one: a woman he only knows online. Under the screen name “Nova,” she challenges him in ways no one in the real world ever has. Their conversations are electric, emotional, and dangerously honest. In real life, Adrian despises Elena Voss, the sharp, confident sister of his best friend and rival CEO. She’s bold, infuriating, and completely untouchable in his eyes. Every interaction is a battle of wit and control, he treats her like a child, she sees through his arrogance, and neither suspects the shocking truth: Nova is Elena. When a corporate leak threatens Adrian’s company and now his life, their online connection becomes more than a secret indulgence. Elena is forced to navigate a dangerous game of deceit, power, and attraction. Adrian, blindsided by the emotional intensity of his online “Nova,” must confront feelings he’s long buried, while trying to protect his empire and his heart. Addictive, darkly playful, and laced with tension, The Cost Of Wanting You is a story of deception, desire, and the unpredictable collision of the virtual and the real. Secrets will be exposed, control will slip, and love will demand more than either of them expected.

SMUT DONT READ IF BELOW 18 “I hate you, you monster,” I gasped, the words tearing out of me even as my hips bucked up against him. Adrian’s mouth hovered a breath away from mine, his gray eyes dark with hunger. He was on top of me on the bed, the hard length of him grinding slow and filthy between my thighs, dry-humping me through the thin scrap of lace that was all I had left on. His eyes raked down my chest, lingering on the black lace bra that barely contained me, the way my nipples pushed against the fabric with every desperate breath. “Really?” he scoffed. “You hate me so much you’re soaking through your panties when I haven't even brought out the real thing?" I wanted to slap him. I wanted to pull him closer. My fingers twisted tighter in his shirt, knuckles white. “Shut up—” He rocked harder, the friction so perfect it ripped a broken moan from my throat. “That’s what I thought.” His hand slid up, thumb brushing the underside of my breast, teasing the edge of the bra. “You can say you hate me all you want, Alexandra. We both know it's a lie." I hated that he was right. ~ He made her teenage years a living hell. Now he wants to make her his wife. Alexandra Calloway didn’t expect her miracle job interview to end in a slap across her former stepbrother’s face. She definitely didn’t expect Adrian Reyes, ink-haired, gray-eyed, and disgustingly successful, to propose marriage before dessert. He was her first heartbreak before she even knew what heartbreak was. The boy who made her feel invisible, unwanted, and small. The boy she spent ten years trying to forget. Now he's her husband. The contract was simple. One year. Fifteen million dollars. No feelings. A business arrangement between two people who are supposed to hate each other. Supposed to being the most dangerous phrase in the English language. Because the way he looks at her isn't hatred. The way his hands find her waist in a crowded room isn't business. And the secrets buried beneath his cold gray eyes aren't simple at all…..

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.

She was never supposed to be the bride. Sera Ashveil was nineteen years old, invisible, and worth nothing to the pack that raised her. Her sister Mira is the beautiful one. The chosen one. The one their father actually looks at when he speaks. Sera is just the spare. So when the most feared Alpha in the known territories - Caius Dravhen, cursed, dangerous, and slowly being destroyed by dark magic - demands a bride from the Ashveil bloodline, the decision takes less than an hour. Mira refuses. Nobody asks Sera. She is dressed in her sister's gown before dawn, pushed into a black carriage, and delivered to a monster - a substitute for a bride nobody wanted to send, to a man nobody expects her to survive. The last woman sent to Caius Dravhen lost her mind within three days. Her eyes stayed open but everything behind them simply vanished.Sera arrives expecting the same fate. What she doesn't expect is that his curse - the dark magic consuming him from the inside out - doesn't break her. It wakes her. Something has been sleeping inside Sera Ashveil for nineteen years. Something old, something hungry, something that the Ashveil pack beat down so thoroughly they were certain it was dead. They were wrong. She came to Ironveil as a sacrifice. She will leave as something they never saw coming.

Ariana Sinclair’s golden eyes hide a dangerous secret. She is the Fifth Blood, a power believed to unite the ancient supernatural bloodlines. When monsters from the Void begin invading the world, Ariana learns her destiny is far greater than she ever imagined. Standing beside her is Kael Vaughn, the Storm Wolf Alpha whose lightning power and fierce loyalty make him the only one capable of protecting her. But as the rulers of the Void rise and the Void Emperor awakens, Ariana and Kael must unlock a power never seen before. Together they become the Sovereign Storm Beast, a celestial fusion of dragon, wolf, and living light. But saving the universe may require more than power. It may require teaching even the Void itself what balance truly means.

"Break me... Ruin me, sir. I don't care. Just call me yours." Finn breathed. "You don't know what you're asking for." Dorian shook his head. ~~~~~~~ He was right. But Finn never cared about being right. Dorian Vale walked into his life as his bodyguard and his ruin; cold, dangerous, and carrying secrets Finn could feel but couldn't name. Everything about this man screamed wrong but it only made Finn hold on tighter. He knew, somewhere beneath the grief and the recklessness and the wanting, that this man was not what he claimed to be. Yet he dropped to his knees anyway. He said "sir" willingly to the hands that gripped too hard, to the voice that gave commands like they were the only language he knew, to the control that never slipped, not once, not even when Finn tested it deliberately. Finn had spent three years letting the world see him fall apart publicly, spectacularly, without apology. But he had never let anyone tie him down and take him apart slowly. Until Dorian. When the truth finally surfaces that every lie, every calculated touch, every moment of surrender was observed and reported back, Finn doesn't run. In fact, he holds on harder. Because the man sent to destroy him flinched first. And Finn Bellamy has never in his life known when to let go of something that was bad for him.

On the day I was to marry the love of my life, the ceremony was bathed in blood. The Vampire Emperor, Azræl Bloodbourne, tore me from the altar and dragged me into his dark and dangerous world. He says I am his bride. His possession. A key to a legacy no vampire has ever dared to dream of. But as I struggle against his shadow, another figure emerges from the cold. Ezryn Graemor, Alpha of the Snowfall Tribe, kidnaps me for his own desperate purpose—to lift a curse that has haunted his bloodline for generations. I thought he only needed me for my blood… but every glance, every touch, betrays a truth far more dangerous. I am his fated mate. In Azræl’s darkness, I feel a fire I shouldn’t crave. In Ezryn’s wintered touch, I feel a pull I can’t resist. Now I must choose to either surrender my body to the Vampire who claims me as his Empress, or risk everything for the Lycan whose soul is bound to mine. Either way, my heart and my life hangs in the balance. WELCOME TO BOOK ONE OF MY FANTASY SERIES.

In a rigid aristocratic society where marriages are political and mistresses are open secrets, Alina Ashworth, daughter of a bankrupt merchant is sold to the most powerful and feared man in the kingdom: Austin Moore, Duke of Ravenmoor. Her official title is his bed warmer. This humiliating title means she is his to use, display, and discard. Yet, he never touches her. Every night, she comes to his room, lies on his bed, but he doesn’t even look at her. But in public, he is a different man. At banquets, his hand is always on her waist and he introduces her to others with possessiveness that make men step back and women glare. Furious at being used as a prop, Alina decides that she will not be his silent ornament. If he wants to display possession, she will give him a performance worth watching. Soon, she weaponizes her bed warmer title, turns the humiliation into power and makes him fall for a woman he was never supposed to want.

"He was her past, present, and future. She was his beginning and end." ______________ Synopsis Luna wanted revenge, surprisingly not on the alpha who rejected her, but on the man who claimed her as his bride, the man who was none other than the Lycan King, Alpha of Alphas. Luna Harristone was the pack's outcast, ridiculed all her life because she had'nt awakened her wolf by age 19. The alpha who claimed he loved her and promised to make her his bride rejected her like trash. Luna felt like her life had no meaning until the news spread that the feared Lycan King, Draven Iranov, was arriving. At the banquet, he claimed her as his bride. but his eyes triggered a flood of memories of the man who killed her parents. Draven Iranov is a twisted, emotionless king, notorious for his merciless deeds. Many called him a monster; his behavior and actions were pure evil. he was the monster that lurked in the shadows. Draven claimed he knew her. But Luna only remembered him as the monster who killed her parent. And wanted nothing to do with him. The problem? Luna wanted to kill him, but he wants to marry her. Will she be able to escape the clutches of the heartless king? or will she have to face the demons of her past, all alone. Author’s POV: “have you ever read a werewolf story that is set in ancient time, with the focus on Regency era romance? If not, then sit back let this story take you on a wild ride of ectasy (;..^~^.;). I promise you’d be blown away!” _______________ [WARNING: Mature Content 18+. No Rape] #Excerpt "Did you go meet him again, my sweet girl?" a voice whispered in her room. Luna spun towards the sound, but only a shadow lingered on her bed. She gasped as the figure rose, stepping towards her. "I... I... hmm...” she stuttered, her mind racing for excuses. She had thought he wasn't in the packhouse today. "No need for excuses, my sweet lamb," the voice cooed. "Now, are you ready for your punishment?" #Slowburn #Morally twisted Ml #Adventure #R18 #Dark Romance __________ Connect with me (to see pics of characters) Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=61586502603479&mibextid=LQQJ4d Instagram: Author Mimidaniels_ Discord: https://discord.gg/9YQ9yC9jP

Everyone says he is an iceberg, but only Maya Spencer knows he is a volcano, and moreover, a volcano that is passionately unlimited for her, an indulgently pampering volcano.

Prince Zuko comes to the South Pole hunting the Avatar and instead gets blindsided by his furious betrothed: Lady Raven Arza, five feet of spoiled noble firebender who dodged her father's “you’re not allowed to go to war” rule by buying her own ship and chasing Zuko into it. She’s convinced he deserves to die; he’s convinced she’s lost her mind amidst her flurry of flaming whips. Unknown to both, an ancient weapon is about to awaken and change everything. Arzayanagi is a canon-divergent enemies-to-lovers epic.

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?

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]

To have the ability to see into people's past has no real appeal for the teenager this story is about, letting him only use it as amusement and to show off when he was drunk. Never look into someone's past beyond a superficial level. Never try to find out more than you should. NEVER. EVER. LOOK. INTO. THE. FUTURE. But everything changed the moment he was forced to look into the future, was forced to investigate the circumstances of a murder, and was forced to make the acquaintance of the victim's twin brother('s fists). The more time passed, the more it appeared that the primary reason for this murder wasn't a local, but a global one. This single, marred corpse was the beginning of a threat that would shake the world. (MC loses a screw when he enters the prison.) Slow Burn, BL, first-person view; MC is shorter than ML BUT we have a SWITCH-COUPLE! Love interest falls in love first; both MC and ML are straight, mutual bending, Enemies to Lovers) Many thanks to MelBri for helping so skillfully with any kind of grammar error! (*ˊᗜˋ*)/ᵗᑋᵃᐢᵏ ᵞᵒᵘ* WARNING: sexual content, excessive violence, graphic violence, torture, disturbing scenes https://discord.gg/FvX9PeWraY

POV story: Some stories don’t begin with love. Some begin with survival. She grew up watching strength in its most unexpected form— in a mother who refused to be defined by her limitations, in a home filled with both warmth and unspoken struggles. Life didn’t slow down for her. It moved—through silent understanding, small responsibilities, and choices that were not always her own. From childhood to chaos, from quiet endurance to finding her own voice, she learned how to carry everything without breaking. And when the world became too heavy, she created one of her own—through words, stories, and imagination. But just when she thought she understood herself… he entered her life. Not as someone important. Not as someone she would choose. But as someone who challenged her, misunderstood her, and slowly became a part of her everyday life. Their story didn’t start with love. It started with arguments, misjudgments, and a connection neither of them wanted to admit. Between the life she lived and the world she created, something began to change. And maybe… some stories aren’t meant to begin the way we expect.

He has spent his whole life running — from the voices pouring in from every direction, from the hands reaching out of the dark, from a world that has never once felt safe. Gong Ian sees things others cannot. He always has, from the very first day. And it has never stopped. On the day he moved into his grandmother's old house seeking only silence, he found something hidden deep inside a wardrobe. A cold, heavy, dark red cylinder. And a name that left his lips before he could stop it. Cheonghyeon. From that moment on, everything changed. Shin Cheonghyeon had been waiting. For centuries, sealed inside that cylinder by his own choice. Bound by the name given to him by the one person he had ever chosen to protect — waiting for the day that name would be spoken again. The face was no longer the one he remembered. The voice had changed too. But the pulse beneath his fingertips, and the scent of that soul, remained exactly as they had always been. "I hope you'll find it to your liking this time." Gong Ian remembers nothing. Not the name he carried in another life, not the life itself, not the price someone else paid on his behalf. All he knows is this: that the ghost now sharing his crumbling old house is beautiful in a way that unsettles him. That the cold in the places where Cheonghyeon stands feels unlike any cold he has known before. And that his body has begun to remember something his mind has not yet caught up to. But something else is moving in the dark. An enemy that has spent just as many centuries in pursuit has already begun to reach for what Gong Ian carries within him. What remains between the two of them: an indelible mark. A name stronger than any single lifetime. And a love that chose, every time, to protect rather than to possess — — believing that even disappearing without a word was still a way of keeping him safe. That obsession and devotion could come from the same place — he never says it out loud.