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Warning: Only read, if you have a real appetite for the dark. It’s been six years since Danny and Rain last saw each other. Six years since best friends blurred into almost lovers. Since childhood affection ignited into something reckless, consuming, impossible to name. Then after one glorious night, Danny disappeared. No explanation. No goodbye. Just absence and the wreckage he left behind. Rain rebuilt herself on distance and control, convincing herself the spark had finally burned out. She was wrong. Now Danny is back. Harder. Colder. Hotter. Carrying a past he refuses to explain and a violence that clings to him like a second skin. The boy she loved, the boy who cooked for her is gone , replaced by a man tangled in blood, secrets, and enemies who don’t stay buried. Rain doesn’t just cross paths with him again. She’s pulled into his world. A world of ritualistic killings, whispered threats and blood-curdling violence. Every step closer to Danny drags her further from the life she fought to build , and deeper into a fire she knows will change everything. Their connection reignites fast and furious, desire burning like wildfire. But love isn’t enough to save them from what’s coming. The spark between them was never extinguished. It was only buried. And now it’s about to set everything ablaze. Will the fire consume them both , or will they survive loving each other in a world built to tear them apart? Guaranteed HEA and toe-curling smut;) Excerpt: “ Do you not want me?" I whisper, the question trembling right against his lips. His jaw tightens. His eyes darken. "You don't understand how much I want you," his voice comes out raspy. "How much I want from you." My pulse stumbles. "Then what's stopping you?" I breathe, pushing my chest forward without thinking, nipples tightening under the cool air, awareness pulsing through me. "I'm a greedy man, Rain." He holds my gaze. There's heat there. But there's fear too , both in equal measure. "I will take everything out of you. Everything." His voice carries a dark unmistakable hunger. His hands slide lower, deliberate and possessive. His fingers squeeze my ass hard, then settle there, pulling me closer into the hard line of his hips. "Everything. Until the only thing that remains in you is me." The words land low inside me, hot, aching. My sex throbs in answer, needy, traitorous. "And I will let you," I tell him, voice steady, eyes locked on his. "Only if I get to do the same to you." Silence stretches. His breath skims my cheek. His fingers tightening and then gone. Something flickers across his face hunger, and something I can't begin to understand. And then he looks down in defeat, knowing that he cannot give me what I want. Something fragile cracks between us. Whatever this is looms between us, darkening every moment , a shadow neither of us will name, stretching and stretching until it's all I can feel Contains intense slow-burn heat, emotional angst, and consensual light BDSM. "I'm going to do something," he says, voice low, deliberate, "And I need you to trust me. Do you trust me, Rain?" My mind is drifting somewhere far away — hazy, floating — but my body knows the answer instinctively. Yes. Yes. Yes. I nod slowly. "Yes." "Good," he murmurs against my warm skin. He kisses both my knees one last time, then pushes them up, pinning them tightly against my chest, spreading me completely open for him. Like I'm offering myself to him. His hand slides down, rubbing my pussy in slow, deliberate circles, like he's learning every response and cataloging it . He looks at me — really looks — eyes dark, hungry, ruined. "I'm going to spank you right here," he says, still stroking, like he's soothing me into obedience. "Right where you're swollen for me." All I can do is shiver. "You're going to count," he continues, calm and merciless. "Five."

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.

Asher grew up knowing one rule: Ziven was never his brother. Ziven never said it out loud but he proved it in every way that mattered. The distance. The silence. The way his gaze lingered too long and then looked away first. Years later, when they’re adults and trapped under the same roof again, Asher realizes the truth is far worse than rejection. Ziven didn’t keep his distance because he didn’t care. He did it because he cared too much. Now every step closer feels like a mistake. Every breath shared feels like a line being crossed. And the most dangerous thing of all? Ziven has never stopped watching him.

Lyra Caine was born cursed. While others hear lies as discordant noise, she hears them as beautiful, intoxicating music a symphony that nearly drove her mad as a child. Shunned by her village and used by the Celestial Council as their living lie detector, she's spent twenty-three years as a tool, never a person. But when the god Kairos Lord of Time and Inevitability is accused of murdering Fate herself and throwing the universe into chaos, Lyra is summoned to the Divine Court to judge his testimony. The trial should be simple: listen to Kairos speak and let his lies sing their beautiful song. But when the god looks at her with eyes like dying stars and speaks his truth, Lyra hears only silence. No music. No lies. Just raw, devastating honesty that shouldn't be possible. The Celestial Council insists he's guilty. The evidence is damning. The universe is without Fate's guidance. But the more Lyra listens, the more she realizes the real conspiracy runs deeper than anyone suspects and she may not be a witness at all. She may be the weapon that will destroy everything. SETTING: The Celestial Realm a breath taking dimension where gods dwell in crystalline palaces suspended between reality and dreams. The Divine Court of Judgment, a colosseum of living starlight. The Mortal Borderlands where Lyra's village clings to existence. The Void Between Worlds where Fate was murdered. The Echo Chamber prison designed to hold gods.

Celeste Thorne runs the most exclusive shop in the supernatural underground place where the broken-hearted come to forget. As a memory witch, she can erase any person, any moment, any pain from your mind. For a price. She's erased cheating lovers, dead children, traumatic accidents. She never asks questions. She never gets involved. Until Damian Cross walks through her door. He's devastatingly handsome, clearly wealthy, and carries himself like a man who's survived hell. His request is simple: erase a woman named Celeste from his life. Every memory, every moment, every trace. When she asks why, his answer destroys her: Because loving her is killing me, and I can't watch her not remember me anymore. The woman he wants to forget is her. And Celeste has no memory of ever knowing him. Refusing to perform the spell, Celeste begins digging into her own past only to discover enormous gaps in her memory, suspicious scars on her body, and a wedding ring hidden in a box she doesn't remember owning. The deeper she investigates, the more terrifying the truth becomes: someone erased her memories. Someone made her forget the husband she loved. And that someone is closer than she ever imagined. Now, with dangerous enemies closing in and Damian's life on the line, Celeste must decide: restore the memories that were stolen from her and risk losing everything again, or let the past stay buried and lose the only man she's ever truly loved.

Northcrest High was supposed to be Aira Kapoor’s fresh start— a school where she could stay invisible, avoid drama, and definitely avoid boys. But her plan dies in the first sixty seconds. Because she crashes—literally—into Reyhan Malhotra. Handsome, arrogant, effortlessly chaotic, and widely known as the school’s Certified Menace, Reyhan is the type of boy every sensible girl avoids. He breaks rules for fun. Teachers fear him. Students worship him. And Aira? She wants absolutely nothing to do with him. Until Reyhan finds her notebook. Inside it: “The 27 Rules for Surviving Reyhan Malhotra.” And instead of being offended, he decides to break every single rule—slowly, loudly, and with a smirk that gets under her skin. What starts as irritation turns into rivalry. Rivalry turns into tension. Tension turns into moments Aira can’t explain. And Reyhan… the boy she swore to avoid… gradually becomes the one person she can’t ignore. Between jealous classmates, chaotic best friends, unexpected feelings, and a growing storm of complications, Aira begins to question the one rule she promised herself she’d never break: Rule #27 — Never, ever fall for him. But Reyhan has never followed rules. So why would he start with these? A hilarious, addictive, slow-burn enemies-to-lovers school romance where a quiet girl meets the boy designed to ruin her peace—and possibly steal her heart.

NEW CHAPTER EVERY FRIDAY! --- The Earth was hit by a meteor, and it caused a mysterious virus to spread. The virus caused people to turn into zombies, and Luca Weisman lost his parents when he was sixteen to zombies as well. His other relatives also died because of zombies, that was the reason why he despised zombies very much, and he only had himself in the chaotic world that was about to end because of the catastrophe. He sealed himself off without letting anyone enter his territory, but one day, a strange delivery guy suddenly tried to knock on his door and wanted to come in. It turned out that the person was the annoying player he knew in the game, but one thing he didn't know was the person's true identity. Other feelings developed from the initial annoyance and hatred, but would those feelings still be the same after he found out the person's true identity?

Arrogant tech billionaire Jace Kavanagh makes a reckless bet with his rivals: he’ll travel the world for three months without using his wealth, private jets, or influence — just blending in as an ordinary tourist. His punishment if he loses? Selling a chunk of his company. The plan seems simple until he meets Maya, the sharp-tongued tour photographer who treats him like a spoiled brat. From luxury gone wrong to steamy hostel nights, their fiery banter turns into a lust neither of them can ignore. But when Maya discovers she was part of the bet — the “ordinary girl” meant to test his resolve — she vows revenge. Jace must prove that his feelings aren’t part of the game, even if it means risking everything he built.

Bound by blood and fate is a dark, slow-burning werewolf romance set amid a brutal inter-pack war. When Silverfang warriors capture Mira Nightshade the fiercely loyal daughter of the Nightshade Alpha, fate intervenes cruelly: she is the fated mate of Alpha Ryker Silverfang, her people’s sworn enemy. Bound by ancient law, they have thirty days to complete a public claiming ceremony or die slowly from mate bond rejection. Yet accepting the bond would make Mira a traitor, and rejecting it would doom them both. Forced to live together, Mira and Ryker uncover contradictions in everything they’ve been taught. As tensions escalate, betrayals surface, and blood is spilled in Mira’s name, the couple must confront an even darker truth: the war was engineered by Ryker’s uncle, a power-hungry Alpha who stands to inherit everything if Ryker dies without an heir. With packs on the brink of annihilation, Mira and Ryker must choose between loyalty and survival, tradition and truth, hatred and a love powerful enough to reshape the world.

What if the tragic story you once mocked… becomes the world you were thrown into? Xiao Zhi is an editor who loves tearing apart novel manuscripts for their cliche plots and cruel twists. But one day, she wakes up inside one of those very novels, as the unlucky princess destined to die a tragic death. The script says she will be married off to a barbaric prince, tortured, and killed tragically. But Xiao Zhi refuses to accept that ending. Armed with her editor’s sharp eye and modern wit, she vows to rewrite her fate, outsmart her enemies, and survive. The problem? No matter what she does, the story stubbornly plays out as it was written. Every move she makes only brings her closer to the death she’s trying to escape. How can she survive a story that refuses to be rewritten?

Iria Vale lost everything in one night. Her career. Her reputation. Her name. Accused of cheating she did not commit, Iria is suspended from professional fighting and abandoned by the world that once praised her discipline. With no allies and no appeal, survival becomes her only option. Then a man steps out of the shadows. Kade Rourke runs a private fight syndicate that answers to no commission and no mercy. He offers Iria a contract that could restore her career or destroy her completely. Under his control, she trains, fights, and lives by rules she did not write. There is no romance in the agreement. No promises. No protection. Only power, discipline, and unspoken tension that grows every time they stand too close. As Iria claws her way back into the cage, she discovers the truth is more dangerous than the lie that ruined her. And the man who holds her future may be the one thing she cannot afford to want. In a world built on control and blood, love is not salvation. It is a risk.

Fengyu loved gold, silver, and jewels more than anything. Her greatest dream was to eat, drink, and enjoy life as a salted fish. Her fiancé was the third-ranked scholar in the imperial exams, handsome as the legendary Pan An. Her salted fish life was perfectly complete. Her husband was poor? No problem, she was rich! But who would have thought that the winds of fate would shift, causing her soul to transmigrate into the body of Xie Xun, a dashing and rebellious young marquis, even making him lose a leg due to her. To survive on the battlefield, the salted fish had to turn over and rise, learning horseback riding, archery, and military strategy. The young marquis, bearing her face, caused chaos everywhere. Her fiancé, deeming her wild and foolish, broke off their engagement. She got engaged, and he reneged. She made money, and he squandered it. Her mountains of gold and silver were all emptied by him, and the two became locked in a love-hate relationship. Gradually, the plot started to go off the rails. The ex-fiancé, after breaking off the engagement, regretted it and confessed his deep love. Fengyu: I've already fallen for someone else. A scheming girl at the archery range tried to kill her, only for Fengyu to stab herself instead. Fengyu: What to do now? It looks like you've committed murder. Her parents, who had defended the borders for decades, returned home only to say, "Daughter, go follow the young marquis and start a rebellion!" How did the originally carefree salted fish storyline turn into one of a villain rising? In the end… Raising a husband turned out to be a money pit, but the husband was certainly worth it! A sickly schemer hiding their true nature (Fengyu) vs. A dashing but cunning strategist (Xie Xun)

[MATURE CONTENT WARNING: 18+ Only] “Let's break up," The woman facing him said coldly. That woman was his 9th girlfriend. No, now you can call her his 9th ex-girlfriend. Lin Yuan doesn't even know if that man did it on purpose, because every time he got a girlfriend, she would be snatched away by that other guy within a month, without exception. When he tried to confront him, he would only be met with mockery, which infuriated him. ... “Gu Xingxian, not only did you steal my girlfriend, but you also made her cry. Now the whole world knows I've been cheated on. How are you going to compensate me for the damage to my reputation?” Lin Yuan said viciously. Gu Xingxian didn't seem threatened by him at all. He smiled and said, "How about I offer myself to you instead?" ... What begins as a reckless provocation quickly turns into a seemingly impossible agreement. Lin Yuan, determined to get revenge—or at least regain his pride—ultimately chose to accept the deal. 'The most effective way to break your enemy was to put your d*ck inside him.' He firmly believed in this motto. In a game that started with stolen lovers, Lin Yuan must decide whether Gu Xingxian is his greatest enemy… or the only person who has been choosing him all along.

In a city ruled by blood, power, and silence, Aria DeLuca sits on a throne no one believed a woman could hold. Cold. Calculated. Untouchable. She controls finance, routes, and secrets the invisible veins of the underworld. When her banker is burned alive and her empire is challenged, Aria responds the only way she knows how: without mercy. But the fire wasn’t an accident. It was a message. From Luca Moretti the king of the other side of the city. A man who rules territory with guns and loyalty forged in blood. Calm, arrogant, and dangerously intelligent, Luca doesn’t want a share of the city. He wants all of it. When they finally meet on neutral ground, it isn’t war that erupts first it’s something far more dangerous. Attraction laced with hatred. Respect sharpened by rivalry. Two rulers who refuse to bow, yet can’t look away. They are enemies by legacy. Rivals by power. And a mistake waiting to happen. As betrayals surface, alliances crumble, and the city edges toward chaos, Aria and Luca must decide Will they destroy each other to claim the throne? Or burn the entire underworld down together? Because in a world where love is weakness and power demands sacrifice, choosing each other might be the deadliest move of all.

He needs her blood to survive. She needs his shadows to hide.

I don’t own anything at all. Hermoine Granger was betrayed by her so called friends, Dumbledore, The Weasleys, Neville, and the light by a agreement to leave her with Bellatrix. The only ones who didn’t betray her are Luna plus Ginny, let’s not forget her favorite professor Minerva McGonagall. Now in the dungeons in the dark she was contacted by Death to be trained by the Higher Class Beings who stand the summit as she excepts. Hermoine is OP and Lesbian to never let a man touch her. Weasley Bashing Dumbledore Bashing Multi Multiverse travel. I’m gonna rewrite this.

He rejected me in front of them all. But if I’m going to die, I’m going to die on my own terms. Allison's smile faltered. “You think you can trick us?” “I’m weak to the point I can die anytime, why don’t you give me a chase?... It will be more thrilling for you.” My words were barely a whisper. “But to give you that thrill you have to give me a half an hour headstart.” ‘Yeah, I know it sounds stupid, with little to no chance of surviving. At least it was better than being mauled to death here… And I want to see if Damon would be able to watch the werewolves hunt me down. We had a deep bond even before the mate pull. I won’t accept his rejection yet… I want to drive him crazy to the point he will lose all his sanity.’ “No, you don’t have the right to negotiate with us.” One of them growled in his wolf form. “I’m not negotiating…” I spat out blood, and my face turned pale from the amount of blood I was losing. “I’m only enforcing the law… The law of hunting as punishment for a traitor… and I happen to be one.” Damon blinked slowly and finally answered. “Let her run.” His voice didn’t carry any weight. It was just cold, and empty, and detached like none of this mattered, like I didn’t matter. ‘So this was his decision… after everything we have been through.’ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ When Ember opened her eyes, she was no longer the powerful, independent CEO she once was. Instead, she woke up in the fragile, abused body of a lowly Omega, destined to be nothing but a breeder for the Alphas. Her escape attempt didn’t get her far. Instead, it led her straight into the path of Damon Blackthorn, the ruthless Lycan King feared by all. Sold like a slave by her own father, Ember becomes the property of a man with a frozen heart and a violent temper. But beneath her submissive mask lies something more: a cunning mind and a will that refuses to break. Now, in a world ruled by dominance, power, and ancient bloodlines, Ember must do more than just survive. She must outsmart a king. She must earn the loyalty of the very people who scorn her. And maybe, just maybe, she’ll bring the Alpha to his knees.