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The Billionaire's Decoy Bride: Dangerously Yours

“Adrian,” Raya whispered, voice trembling. “Choose — her or me.” His eyes darkened. “Why should I choose,” he said softly, stepping closer, “when I can have you both?” Her breath caught. “You’re insane,” she whispered. He brushed a thumb over her lips. “No,” he murmured, “i'm yours as you're mine. Whether you want it or not.” ~~~ To save her father, Raya agrees to become the fiancée of a man who could destroy her. She thought she was walking into a simple contract. But when she steps into Adrian Blake’s world, she steps into a maze of power, obsession, and dangerous secrets. Adrian never loved Seraphina, the woman he was supposed to marry. He only needed her family’s influence to seize the Blake empire. But when Seraphina vanishes… Raya becomes the perfect replacement. She’s stubborn, penniless, and nothing like Seraphina. Except for one disturbing detail She looks exactly like her. His terms are everything she should refuse: • Pretend to be his fiancée. • Pay off her father’s impossible debt. • Leave when he says so. Simple. Until she realizes the man behind the cold mask isn’t simple at all. The more she falls for him, the more dangerous he becomes. Because Adrian Blake doesn’t want love. He wants control. And now, he wants her. When the truth about Seraphina begins to unravel, Raya must choose: Run before she’s swallowed by Adrian’s darkness… or stay and risk losing her heart, and her identity, to the man who already owns her.
Weïrd · 124.8k Views

I was Kidnapped for Revenge by a Ruthless Alpha

[MATURE CONTENT] Eighteen years ago, blood stained the halls of the Full Moon Gala. The Vampires came slaughtering nearly every wolf shifter at the gala, including the visiting royal family. Blood drenched the earth, and when the carnage ended. Prince Ambrose, soaked in the screams of his people, he rose from the ashes with a single vow: Blood for blood. Eighteen years later, Ambrose is now Alpha King, ruthless, unyielding, and revered by his pack. But his thirst for vengeance never dulled. His target? Princess Odette. Odette isn’t a delicate doll. She’s fire wrapped in silk. Born of power, and unafraid to destroy. Raised by the very monsters that broke him. Ambrose wants to break her. But this princess doesn't break easily. Captured. Kidnapped. Claimed. The girl he wanted to destroy becomes the woman he can’t stop watching. Touching. Needing. Their bond is dangerous. Twisted. Forbidden. Can love be born of vengeance? What if a terrifying and dangerous threat rises from the shadows? Can a millennia long blood feud be overcome or will they destroy themselves before the enemy even has a chance? Ex: “I missed how you talked back. I can smell the fire burning inside you. Your arousal. It’s strong. Now be a good girl and lie still.” He requested with what sounded like a polite tone but was really just a cover for his sick twisted thrill. “You don’t smell shit from me.” I was getting angry. I know he probably has armed my collar again or I’d throw him across the room and untie myself, give him a piece of my mind. But another part of me. Some twisted sick masochist piece of me wanted to find out how the game was played. He quickly closed the distance between us, reaching to tie the blindfold over me. The minute my vision darkened alarms rang in my head. Every sense was heightened. It was intense and overpowering. “Ever been touched here, by man?” I shook my heads no. He lifted his hand from my skin, and that’s when I realized I’d been holding my breath. He moved to my stomach. “How about here?” I shook my head no. He was driving me crazy, my skin was screaming for more, despite my better judgement, I also wanted more. His warm gentle touch sent a ripple of heat rolling down my back. I desperately wanted to know what yes would mean. My heart was thundering. The pit in my stomach became and ache between my legs. And then hot, soft lips crashed into mine, stealing my breath, it was anything but gentle. It was violent, all consuming, and possessive. Something twisted in me, I opened my mouth like a weak idiot and let him in. Let his tongue explore my mouth. I gave in completely surrendering to him. “You taste far better than I expected.” He sounded almost as breathless as me. I could hear his heart pounding just like mine. He touched my neck next. I nodded yes. Not just because it was true, but because I wanted it. I shouldn’t want it, but I did. Desperately. I wanted to feel the touch of his lips again. And my wish was granted. He bit into my neck softly first and started sucking and kissing on me. A moan escaped me, one I didn’t see coming. The bite at first hurt, but the sucking on my neck eased the pain, sending a jolt of pleasure through me. ***Updates come, but they're slow!***
devonany · 304.5k Views

The Alpha King’s Favorite Threat

“When you send me back, make me rich.” That was the first wish Freya ever made to the Moon Goddess after she was killed by the Immortal Alpha King, Nolan. She did not stay alive long enough to enjoy it. “When you send me back,” Freya wished the second time, after she was killed again soon after her return, “I hope I do not trip while my powerful wolf destroys everything in its path with just my growl alone.” She was sent back, and got killed again. By the third time Freya returned to the Moon Goddess’s abode, even the Goddess looked amused. “Any last cunning wish?” the Moon Goddess asked with a smirk. “Remember, this is your final wish.” Freya was tired of dying. Tired of being hunted. Tired of being brutalized before she could even understand why the King always found her. Still, she lifted her head. “When you send me back again,” Freya said quietly, “this time as the King’s weakness, make me remember.” The Moon Goddess stilled. “Very well,” she said at last. “If you survive beyond the moment of your previous death, I will return everything you lost. Your wealth and your powerful wolf. But you will begin again from the very beginning.” ******** Freya is reborn as the Immortal Alpha King’s only weakness. The moment Nolan realizes he can bleed when she bleeds, every enemy he has ever made comes for him—gods, alphas, even the Moon Goddess. So he keeps her close. Not out of mercy, but control. Freya hates the man who has killed her in every life, even as he becomes the only thing standing between her and death. Nolan despises Moon Bloods and the idea that one is bound to him. Yet the longer they remain bound together, the more his control begins to fail. Too close. Too aware. Too much heat where there should only be contempt. This is Freya’s last life. And surviving the King is no longer the hardest part. Wanting him is. A/N This story is different from what you may expect about werewolves, the Moon Goddess, and mate bonds. Some familiar rules are broken here. I hope you enjoy the journey.
Tejii_sann · 1.1k Views

Like Cherry Blossoms Falling

A man in a wheelchair stood in front of a quiet grave. He stayed there for a long time, staring at the stone as if waiting for it to speak. When he finally opened his mouth, his voice was low and tired. “Oliver… I’m sorry,” he said. “I’m sorry I made you end like this. If I had been stronger, if I had chosen better, maybe you’d still be here.” He came again the next day. This time, he sounded calmer, almost hopeful. “Lorette is married now,” he said softly. “So you don’t have to worry anymore. My parents won’t force anything. Everything they planned is gone. You can come back now. It’s safe.” On the days that followed, he kept coming. Some days he talked about the past—about school, about small laughs, about moments that meant nothing then but everything now. Other days, he complained about the world, about how loud it was, how empty it felt. Sometimes he laughed at his own words and said, “You’d tease me if you were here.” Sometimes he cried and said nothing at all. People said he was not normal anymore. Still, he returned. Then one day, he came like always, but his voice was different. He looked tired. “I don’t think I can stay in this world without you,” he whispered. “I tried. I really did. But everything feels wrong.” He paused, then smiled faintly. “If you can hear me… I’m coming to meet you.” That was the last day he came. On his way home, there was an accident. And that was the end.
SwiftAngel · 8.4k Views

The Witch and Her Four Dangerous Alphas

The corridor was dark. Selene moved fast, barefoot against the cold stone, her heart thundering in her chest. She didn’t know how they’d gotten so close, how he had. But the moment she turned the corner, he was there, and he slammed her back against the wall. Her gasp was muffled by a rough hand clamping over her mouth. The other braced beside her head as his body caged hers completely. Heat rolled off him like a furnace. His scent hit her nose, faintly familiar. Like burnt cedar, cold steel, and storm. He leaned in, his voice a ragged whisper by her ear. “You’re Selene... my Selene.” Her blood ran cold. Her heart rebelled against her chest, trying to escape. “I’m not,” she hissed through gritted teeth. “You’re mistaken.” His fingers traced the curve of her jaw like he was trying to memorize it. “It’s you. I’d know your soul even if the world burned it from your bones.” “You’re mad,” she spat. But he suddenly dipped his mouth to kiss her hard, to confirm that it was really her. *** Selene was the daughter of the cruel Alpha who ruled Moonveil through fear. Years ago, he wiped out an entire pack just to rise to power. But he made one mistake...he left behind four orphaned boys. Those boys returned as Alphas. They are stronger, colder and out for revenge. They took everything...his land, his title, and finally... his life. Selene was only seventeen at the time. She had no idea what her father had done. But that didn’t matter. To them, she was guilty by blood. They didn’t kill her. No. They did something worse. They marked her as a slave. In their world, even omegas had rights. Slaves had none. She became nothing more than property. But Selene still had hope. On her eighteenth birthday, like every werewolf, she expected her wolf to awaken. It was supposed to be the start of her new life. Instead, it turned into a nightmare. Her wolf never came. Her body remained cold and silent. And then… the bond appeared. She was mated to all four of them. The very Alphas who hated her. The ones who owned her. But the truth is Selene was never a wolf to begin with. As her body withers under the weight of the bond, a darker truth surfaces. She is not just a slave… she is the last living witch, born of the very bloodline werewolves have hunted for generations. Now, her enemies wear the mark of her mates... And the witch they thought they broke may be the one who burns them all.
Violet_Melody99 · 394k Views

Villainess Counterattack: Earning Money With Gold Digging System

A hundred years after a virus wiped out most of the male population, the world rebuilt itself but not fairly. Men are rare. Women are replaceable. Polygamy is law. Medicine is a monopoly owned by the rich. Lunessa grew up on the losing side. Her father died without treatment. Her mother remarried and disappeared. Now Lunessa raises her younger sister alone, in a society that only values women who are chosen. When her sister needs an operation she cannot afford, Lunessa realizes kindness won’t save anyone, not in this world. So when she becomes bound to the Gold Digger System, she makes a choice. She will be the villain if that’s what it takes to save her sister and survive. The system assigns her missions. Success brings money, medical access, and protection. Failure is not an option. Her primary target is Julian Hale. Julian, the CEO of Helios Pharmaceutical, controls the medicine Lunessa needs. A year ago, he survived an accident thanks to a woman who now lies in a coma. Bound by guilt and a promise he refuses to break, Julian keeps her alive and keeps everyone else at a distance. He should have rejected Lunessa the moment she approached him. Instead, he hesitates and attracted. It starts as curiosity. Then discomfort. Then a growing sense that allowing her close may cost him something he’s been clinging to for far too long. Julian tells himself it's a coincidence. Stress. Nothing more. He has never believed in superstition. But some choices feel uncomfortably familiar. Lunessa needs money. Julian wants peace. As the system pushes her deeper into his world, both of them begin to lose control. In a society built on survival and transactions, even love comes with a price. * Hi readers, just to inform that I don't know if this story could be catagorised as dark, but since I am afraid, some of you might get offended by the plot, so I warned and apologise first... for whatever reason... might come later... hahaha
fyaya · 4.4k Views

Ghost in the palace

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.
Ashima_Mahajan_ · 55k Views

To Make Him Fall...or not

“I gave you my soul in my last life. In this one, I’ll settle for your crown.” ~ In my first life, I was the devoted Queen. I waited two months for my husband, King Lauren, to return from the front lines—only for him to walk through the palace gates with a beautiful young maiden by his side and a decree in his hand: ‘She would be the new Queen’. And because of that evil beauty he brought to our kingdom, I died a discarded "nobody," executed for a crime I didn't commit. But death didn't take me. It sent me back. I woke up on the morning of his return. The crowds are cheering, the flowers are blooming, and my husband is about to humiliate me in front of the entire kingdom. But he doesn't know I've changed. He doesn't know I've returned with a special skill that makes me the most dangerous woman in the room. Before he can introduce his "New Queen," I hand him the one thing no one in this kingdom has ever dared to ask for: Divorce papers. In our land, a Queen asking for divorce is an abomination punishable by stoning. But Lauren thinks I’m bluffing. He looks me in the eye, tears my petition to shreds, and growls, “You are my wife. I will never stamp those papers.” He thinks he is keeping me trapped. He doesn't realize he has trapped himself in a palace with a woman who knows every one of his secrets—and is prepared to burn his kingdom to the ground just to see him sign his name. My goal is simple; I will make him fall... not in love, but to his knees. Since he spent my first life making me cry. I’ll spend my second making him bleed.
FaeyVor5651 · 10.1k Views