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The sun does not rise. My desolation begins here. No moon shines in the blackness. Only a pair of green eyes pierce my dark, incinerating my heart. I did not know love could be so painful before you. Tell me, will the dawn come for us one day? Will it rise inside us? Tell me, what am I? The prey? Or the killer? The sun isn't rising, Soldier. And I fear the dark. But I make you a vow: I will light up this darkness with the burning pyres of those who ruined me. The sun won't rise; the apocalypse will come. Yet, I will still look for you everywhere. For one truth remains: Even if I am condemned to eternal night, I will never forsake you.

I’m Lyra Vale—and I was built to be thrown away. My magic’s weak, my rank’s nothing special—just another sealing mage the Council keeps around until they need bait. They sent me into that ancient circle to die: a sacrifice to lock up Kaelreth, the Primordial Devil King. The monster who’s shattered empires, who makes gods look like children, who’s never let a single human walk away from him alive. I wasn’t supposed to be different. I wasn’t supposed to live. But the ritual broke. Instead of chaining him to stone and shadow… it tied his soul to mine. Now he can’t lay a finger on me. Can’t vanish into the dark like he always has. Stumbles and fades if he strays too far. And I? I feel every breath he takes, every thought he has—his presence a heavy, burning weight in my head and veins. He’s always there. Always watching. Always waiting. Stuck with me—a girl who can barely light a candle with her magic. The world found out fast. Now I’m not just Lyra Vale. I’m the Devil King’s only weakness. Empires chase me to turn him into their weapon. Ancient horrors creep from the void to kill me and set him loose. And Kaelreth? This being who’s existed alone since time began—he glares at me like I’m the worst mistake he’s ever made. He doesn’t soothe me when I wake up screaming. Doesn’t lie and say we’ll get through this. Doesn’t pretend this bond is anything but a curse. But he never leaves. Not when armies flatten kingdoms to find me. Not when the fabric of reality starts tearing apart at our heels. Not even when they hold out the key to his freedom on a silver platter. Because somewhere between being forced to stay… And choosing to stand by me… The monster everyone fears stopped seeing me as his cage. He started seeing me as something worth burning the whole world to protect.

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.

Han Soorin thought landing the job of a lifetime—makeup artist for LUMEN, the hottest K-pop boy band in the world—would be her dream come true. Billboards, music shows, sold-out arenas… and her ultimate bias, Jung Haejin, standing just a breath away. But reality? A nightmare wrapped in designer clothes. Haejin, the flawless leader adored by millions, is nothing like the angelic idol Gleams worship. Offstage he’s cold, sharp-tongued, and impossible to please. The first words he throws at Soorin? A sneer at her “lack of manners” and a warning she won’t survive a week. Yet every day backstage pulls her deeper into their chaotic world—glittering stages, vicious rumors, obsessive fans, and the suffocating pressure of perfection. She sees the cracks in Haejin’s mask, the loneliness behind the spotlight… and against her better judgment, her hatred begins to blur into something far more dangerous. When a scandal threatens to destroy them both, Soorin must decide: walk away from the idol she swore to hate, or risk everything to stand by the man she never expected to possibly... love? ✨✨✨✨✨ [Chapter: 5-20 Update Daily] [Update schedule: 10+ comments or 2 reviews=1 Bonus chapter]

She was his dead brother's mate. By tradition, she now belonged to him. It was an arranged marriage neither of them wanted. All she had to do was be his breeder, part her legs and bear him sons. But Prince Ruin was cruel. And every day was a rejection from Ruin, a constant humiliation ritual to remind her once more that she was nothing but a warm c*nt and a womb to bear his children. One day, after a betrayal too jarring to bear, Guinevere Laurent is reborn and decides she'd had enough. She abandoned her duties as Princess and fled from her mad groom under a different identity, with a secret she hoped no one else would discover. Only to get run over by a popular billionaire Alpha, Draven, who had been in town for a visit. Five years later, Guinevere is a stable business owner and engaged to Alpha Draven who treats her like she is his world. But Ruin won't have it that his bride got away from him. When he finally finds Guinevere after five long years of searching, it is at the wedding altar, about to be bound to another man, and with a little boy with fangs, calling her "Mom." And Ruin does the only thing that seems right in his books. He abducts his runaway breeder from her wedding. "Forgive me, Vi," he says. I tilt my head. "Get on your knees." He sinks to his knees, gazing up at me with hooded eyes as I strut over to where he kneels. I delve my fingers into his hair and push him down to my heels. "Kiss my feet." His head lowers, but instead, he grips my calves and brings his lips between my legs. "How about I kiss you here instead?" His mouth brushes against my heat. "Will you forgive me then?" Warning: The male lead is both the villain and the hero. There will be other men you ship with the female lead out of fear for her life and mental health. But Ruin is a constant you must get used to. Because he's always there. Ruin is essential in the way Chaos is, and if there is one thing I promise you, it is that you will come to crave him, too. Because normal is boring. This is a dark, erotic romance. Open it at your own risk. Don't say I didn't warn you. Now that you've decided to ignore my warning, please, by all means, enjoy.

One signature sold her life away. One look sealed her fate forever. Dr. Seraphina Laurent spent six years scrubbing her father’s sins off her hands. As the daughter of the city’s most notorious mob boss, she became a top surgeon to save lives, not take them. She thought she was safe within the sterile walls of her hospital. She was wrong. When the Laurent empire crumbles in a single night of betrayal, the new King of the Underworld rises from the ashes to collect his due. Kaelen Vane. Ruthless. Lethal. And terrified by nothing—except the sunrise. He doesn't want the Laurent territory. He doesn't want the money. He wants her. "Your father’s debt is thirty million," Kaelen whispers, his skin unnaturally cold against hers. "You are the collateral." Dragged into a world of shadows, Seraphina is forced to become the personal surgeon to the Vane Syndicate. Her job is simple: Stitch up the monsters that rule the night. But Kaelen is different from the others. He moves faster than the eye can see. He never sleeps. And he looks at Seraphina not with lust, but with a haunted hunger that spans centuries. She thinks she is just a prisoner paying off a debt. She doesn't realize she is the reincarnation of the woman he lost five hundred years ago. He is a carnivore waiting to devour her. She is the only one who can handle his blood. In a game of life and death, will the surgeon cut out his heart, or will she be the one to finally make it beat again?

“Let me go Henry,” I said coldly. “I am not yours, not anymore.” Henry scoffed. “You will always be mine. I was your first mate.” “And yet you rejected me. I don’t need you anymore, I have-” “Who do you have, Nyssa? Him?” He laughed humorlessly. “You don’t even know who he is.” Rowan growled, a low warning sound. “Shut the fuck up!” “Why?” Henry shot back. “Tell her what you’re hiding, Rowan, let’s see if she still loves you after.” ********************* Nyssa was once the beloved of the pack—the Beta’s daughter, mated to the Alpha. But once her parents died, and she was unable to shift, her life began to crumble until she was finally rejected by her mate, Henry. It was hard enough that he left her for her best friend, but as the Beta’s daughter, she was forced to remain with him until an attack leaves their pack vulnerable and they have to seek help for the lycans. What was meant to be a diplomatic trip turned into chaos when Nyssa realizes she is mated to Rowan—the lycan king. Lycans and wolves don’t get along, and there is a lot of history between the three of them. To Nyssa, the angel she doesn’t know is better than the devil she knows, But what happens when that angel is just another devil in disguise? After all, Rowan is hiding some dark secrets of his own, the kind that threatens their already fragile bond. Would she be able to handle the pressure? Or will she go back to Henry who may have never gotten over her in the first place?

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

Six confessions. Six public rejections. Seo Jiah is done being the school’s favorite joke. She’s ready to bury her feelings and move on—until she’s forced into the orbit of the one person she can’t stand: Yu Enhyeok. He’s the “Iceberg” of the elite class—her academic rival, her quiet seatmate, and a man who treats words like they cost money. They don’t talk; they collide. But between forced study sessions and rain-drenched nights, Jiah realizes the cold Yu Enhyeok has a secret warmth she was never supposed to feel. Then, life tears them apart. Ten years later, the seatmate is gone. In his place stands a ruthless CEO with a heart of stone and a memory like a steel trap. Jiah is no longer the girl chasing a boy; she’s an employee under his thumb. And Enhyeok? He isn’t interested in academic rivalry anymore. He’s interested in a debt that’s ten years overdue. “You ran away once, Jiah. Don’t think I’ll let you do it again.” [School Romance → Office Romance | CEO Romance | Enemies-to-Lovers | Slow Burn]

He’s her stepbrother, her sin and her biggest mistake waiting to happen. Catherine Brown thought moving in with her mother’s new husband couldn’t be harder until she met the cold, arrogant and sinfully attractive Julian Vaughn, her stepbrother. He hates her, teases her and gets under her skin everyday. He’s everything she should stay away from, off-limits and untouchable. But when his anger turns into something darker and hungrier, when he looks at her like he wants to ruin her innocence, Catherine realizes danger has a new name. And no matter how hard she tries, she can’t stop wanting the one man she’s not supposed to have. When hate turns to desire, who’s really in control? EXCERPT✨ “You’ve never had sex before?” Julian asked, disbelief flickering in his eyes. Catherine hesitated, then nodded, staring at the floor instead of him. He bit his lower lip, trying to rein in the thoughts crowding his mind. Goodness, she was too innocent for her own good. “So all you did with your previous boyfriends were just kisses and smooches?” She immediately stood, her cheeks flushed. “There are no boyfriends,” she blurted. “I’ve never even been kissed. Please don’t laugh at me.” Laugh? Hell no. Julian wasn’t laughing. He was fighting the urge to pull her close. Knowing she’d never been touched only made his hunger worse. She didn’t realize he’d moved until his breath brushed her ear, his voice dropping low and dangerous. “Catherine, just say the word and I’ll show you what it means to be touched by a man.” Her heart stuttered in her chest and he could hear every beat.

Lyra has spent her life surviving on the edges of a world that was never built for her. With no family name and no protection, she takes a job as a maid in the most powerful wolf estate in the city, a place of polished marble floors, strict rules, and quiet cruelty. Behind its white walls lives an Alpha whose authority is absolute, whose presence commands obedience, and whose name no one speaks lightly. Lyra’s only goal is survival. Until the day she feels it. The bond. Instant. Unmistakable. Dangerous. He feels it too. But an Alpha does not claim a maid. Instead of announcing her as his mate, he keeps her hidden summoned in silence, desired in shadows, touched behind closed doors where no one will see. To the world, she remains invisible. To him, she becomes a secret he refuses to acknowledge in daylight. Lyra is not weak. She is not naïve. And she is not in love with the illusion of power. As weeks pass, the estate reveals its true nature humiliation disguised as discipline, control masked as order, desire twisted into possession. The Alpha’s need for her grows stronger, but so does his fear of what claiming her would cost him. And when the time comes, he chooses his title over his mate. He rejects her. Publicly. Broken but not destroyed, Lyra leaves the estate with nothing but her pride and the bond that refuses to disappear. Cast out and alone on unfamiliar streets, she is forced to survive once again until another pack finds her. But Lyra is no longer just a maid. She has seen power up close. She has learned how it operates. And she has discovered something even the Alpha does not yet understand: A rejected mate does not mean a weak one. And when she rises again, she will not be the girl who once knelt on marble floors. She will be something far more dangerous.

Emperor Kassian is not a man; he is a nightmare fueled by fire. Cursed by the "Eternal Ember," his blood boils with a scorching heat that drives him to madness. To keep his sanity, he slaughters. To cool his burning veins, he destroys. For years, the Red Tyrant hasn't slept a single night, his mind teetering on the edge of total collapse. Vera is a street-smart thief who knows only one rule: steal to survive. When she breaks into the Imperial Palace, she expects to leave with a bag full of gold. Instead, she stumbles into the Emperor’s forbidden chamber and finds herself face-to-face with the monster himself. But just as death seems inevitable, a single drop of Vera’s blood falls, and the impossible happens. The scent of her blood doesn't drive him to kill; it calms him. Her touch doesn't burn; it freezes. Due to a mysterious artifact she swallowed as a child, Vera is the only living antidote to Kassian’s curse. For the first time, the Tyrant sleeps—but only if she is in his arms. Now, Vera is no longer a thief but a prisoner in the Emperor’s bed. She is his medicine, his obsession, and his only lifeline. Trapped in a palace full of enemies who want her dead and a monster who craves her very essence, Vera must find a way to escape. But as Kassian’s hunger turns from blood to desire, she realizes that the safest place in the kingdom might be the most dangerous place of all: the Tyrant's embrace.

WARNING: DARK ROMANCE "Who knew that something so beautiful could come out of Edmund." He says, as he runs the backs of his fingers up and down my bare skin. Goosebumps spring up immediately. "Who would have imagined," he says slowly, savoring every word, "that something so exquisite could be born from a man as vile as your father." His eyes trace me with deliberate leisure, stripping, measuring. I felt skinned under his gaze. "A rapist," he continues lightly, as if reciting lines from a book. "A butcher of children. A coward who kills pregnant women and plunges his weapon into a friend's back." He stepped closer. Too close. "And yet," he murmurs, voice dropping, "he left this behind." His smile sharpened. I can't move. I can't breathe. "You should be grateful," he goes on, almost kindly. "If you had been born uglier, I would have killed you like the rest." A pause, then his hands on my cheek, gentle. "But beauty like yours," he adds, eyes darkening, "is worth breaking slowly." * What is worse than being rejected once? Being rejected two more times. Xira Valeen is a defective wolf who never thought she would get a mate. So when she is mated by one who only wants her for her birthright while his brother only wants her because she rises an uncontrollable hunger in him, she is doubtful. Then they reject her, she accepts quietly. Their enemy steps up and claims her as a mate just to use her against her former mates then he also rejects her. Three times she is rejected. Shunned and alone, Xira disappears and when she returns all three Alphas kneel before her, begging for forgiveness and swearing that they want and love only her. Hardened by their betrayal, she ignores them and joins the Mating Hunt, intent on finding the mate who can save her... However, the Moon goddess sure has a cruel sense of humor, or can this time be different?

[Mature Content R18+] [Slow-Burn Dark Romance] Two days before my wedding, my fiancé told me he would marry my twin sister, because it was her dying wish. My family, his family, everyone dear to me, turned me into a villain for being defiant. The decision was final. The bride had changed. They forced me into a golden cage, waiting for my turn to be another substitute. Then he came. The man who should have been my enemy offered his hand. Led us into one wild night. "Be my wife. Six years. Let's have a contract for exactly that long." "You lost your mind. You promised-" "And I'll give you five years. You can be free. Do whatever you want with the Kingston name. I promised that." "Wh... what?" "But you must promise me, you will be back, and let's live like we burn for each other in that last year." "Rafael... what are you planning to?" "Get things back to their right place." I was tired of being anyone's pawn. So, I play my own game. Five years later, I am back. Revenge is an understatement. The price for my suffering is due. My children keep asking for their father. They'll meet him soon, but there's a problem:  I’m not sure who the real father is. "Viona... I never stop loving you. Tell me they are my flesh, right? I want you back. I want us back." My ex-fiancé shamelessly pleaded before me. "They are mine. The four of them are mine." And there he was, my contracted husband declared with a glare that was ready to burn the whole society down. This should be a simple game of power. But love always meddles between the players. ====== Author's Note: This Novel is a character-driven plot with slow-burn smut. Every character has their own motivation and is layered. Every choice has no easy way out. If you enjoy slow burn, this might be to your liking. Please read all the free chapters before you decide to continue or not. Thank you for giving this story a chance.

Viola was once the pride of her pack, destined to rise above everyone on the day she received her wolf. Instead, that day marked her fall. She had been the villain in countless stories, untouchable and adored by the Alpha heir, until the night her wolf was supposed to awaken, and fate played its cruelest joke. She fell to the lowest rank in her pack, rejected by her sworn mate. Stripped of status, strength, and even her wolf, she was forced to live a life worse than that of an omega. Imprisoned and alone, Viola’s only hope of escape lay in finding her wolf, or her fated mate. Only, a dark past kept her powers dormant… and her fated mate didn’t want her. Sebastian Kade is powerful, ruthless, and chained to a past he refuses to release. Viola Linden does not belong in his world, and he wants her gone. Fate, however, disagrees. This fragile, stubborn girl refuses to leave his orbit. He does not believe in love. He does not want her. He has already lost too much. An Alpha who swore off weakness, hardened by loss and haunted by a prophecy that feels more like a curse, Sebastian is certain he will never allow another woman into his life. But the Moon Goddess is rarely kind. Viola carries something ancient within her, something dangerous, something powerful enough to defy him. Hate twists into desire. Desire ignites into fierce passion. And passion threatens to become love. But when Sebastian discovers what Viola truly carries within her, will it save him… or destroy everything he’s built? ~~~ WARNING: MATURE CONTENT! #Slow burn #Spicy #Morally Gray ML #Adventure #Angst

​Alpha Draegon wanted a son for twenty-four years. When his wife had a daughter instead, he lied to everyone. He raised the girl, Valen, to act and dress like a man so no one would know the truth. ​On Valen’s eighteenth birthday, a group of scary soldiers called the Lycanis arrive. They say every family must give them one man to join their army, or they will start a war. Valen’s father plans to go in her place to keep her safe. However, Valen leaves home in the middle of the night and gives herself to the Lycanis. ​She is taken to a cold place called the High Dark Mountain. She finds out that the Lycanis are dying out. They take men to help them have children and grow their population. The strong men become soldiers, and the weak men become workers. Valen is very strong, so the Lycanis women want her. ​The Lycanis King notices Valen. He is a mean and powerful leader. He makes Valen his personal guard. He does not know she is a woman. Valen has to hide her body and her feelings while she works for him every day. ​During a big battle, Valen gets hurt. Her secret is finally discovered. Everyone sees that she is a woman, not a prince. Now, the King has to make a choice. He can punish her for lying, or he can keep her with him to help stop his many problems.

She was born without a wolf. Born without protection. Born without a place in her own pack. When enemies storm her home and her brother dies shielding her with his body, Lyria loses the only person who ever called her family. Her Alpha father chooses politics over blood and sells her at a black market auction to secure peace. She steps onto the stage expecting humiliation. She does not expect to catch the scent that makes her pulse stumble. Her mate. Alpha Kael smells it too. But the look in his eyes is not desire. It is hatred. He believes she destroyed the woman he loved. He believes her existence cost him his true Luna. So he buys her, not to cherish, but to break. He marks her publicly while denying the bond between them. He vows she will suffer in his territory. Yet fate does not bend to pride. And wolves do not choose wrong. Secrets rot beneath the ashes of two ruined packs. Blood was spilled by hands neither of them suspect. And the truth, when it claws its way to the surface, will force a choice between vengeance and destiny. Because sometimes the one you are meant to love is the one you swore to destroy.

In her past life, Jenna Churchill was sold off for a can of sweet corn and fed to bloodthirsty hounds by the most powerful human monster in the apocalypse. However, now, Jenna is reborn a month before doomsday, and the first thing she does is to steal the monster's spatial ring, his source of power. With this, she can change her future and that of her siblings, but unfortunately, the human monster she dreaded in the apocalypse was reborn too, and he'll chase Jenna to the pit of hell to get his ring back. As the countdown draws nearer, Jenna must hoard supplies and stay alive, but the apocalypse seems to have a mind of its own, and the bearer of the spatial ring with a system isn't safe either. With a treasurous family members to deal with, siblings to protect, and a mutating world that's far more intelligent to be a coincidence, she must put the psychopathic villain who's hot on her heels to rest somehow, because, De Warden doesn't just want his power back… he wants her head. The apocalypse is coming. But the man chasing her is much, much worse.

I'm Julie Michael, I'm 18 I went with my father to a luxurious restaurant in New York, but I never left with him. On a lower floor of a world that doesn’t exist on any map, I discovered the truth: I wasn’t abandoned by accident. I was sold to Robert Cross, a billionaire who buys people for the joy of breaking them. But I refuse to break under his hands. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ - "You bought my body, but you will not buy my submission," Julie spat. Robert leaned in, his voice a dark hiss: "Commodities don't need to like their masters, Julie... It’s enough that I took a liking to you and bought you, sweetheart." ______________ Julie stomped the floor with her foot, and agitation was clear in the tone of her voice, which rose slightly as she pointed at my face: "You ran your thumb over your lip! You're hinting to me... hinting that I kissed you!" My composure didn't budge; instead, I tilted my head to the side and looked at her with a gaze shrouded in mischief, then said with utter simplicity: "And what is the problem with that? It was just a kiss." Adult content only Dark Romance Twisted

this is the continuation of ang Mutya ng section e book 3 it's a fanfiction.