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[18+ | Mature Content | Dark Romance] After slaving away for years as Ares King's sole overworked secretary, Catherine has finally had enough of his domineering and heartless attitude. She wants to quit and use the severance pay to settle her family's debts, and spend more time with her long-term boyfriend. But soon after she hands her resignation letter, she finds out that her boyfriend cheated on her. He claims she's a wreck with no future, and he's better off without her. Heartbroken and devastated, Catherine is grasping at the last straw when her boss, Ares King, proposes a contract out of the blue. "Become my wife for one year." "Why me, Mr. King?" "Because we work, Ms. Lane.” The last thing she wanted was to make a deal with the devil. But this offer is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Sell your soul to the devil for one year. How hard can that be? ********** Excerpt: "How many?" I froze. Did he expect me to count? "How. Many?" "I-I don't—Ah!" Ares spanked me again, continuously. My eyes stung, and sweet pain overtook me. I should feel sick from deriving pleasure from this, but strangely, I wasn't. "Two?" I teased, purposely getting the numbers wrong. "You shouldn't have done that." Just as I thought, he started again, but this time he drove each hit with more force until my ass was burning. "Fifteen!" I yelled, shaking. "Wrong." My heart momentarily stopped. "I got it right!" "You missed one." He pressed his hand on my searing bottom, and I moaned. I tried to squirm away, but he trapped my hands behind my back, his voice dark with warning. "Move again, and you'll regret it." ~ A/N: This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or real events is purely coincidental.

In a world where humans and werewolves coexists peacefully, there’s a young human girl named Angel, who wants nothing more in life than to become a Nun of the holy church. But on the day of her Ordination, disaster strikes, and her already sad life takes a rocky turn down the hill… How would she survive this terrible fate??

"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. _______________ [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

#Mpreg #Mafia #DarkRomance #PowerStruggle #Heir #Moderatepaced During a brutal mafia raid, Alex’s father is murdered in a hate-driven execution, and Alex is taken as collateral by the very syndicate responsible. The Rodrigo brothers. The most feared crime family in the city. Untouchable. Connected to every major corporation. Ruthless enough to erase entire bloodlines. Dragged into the Rodrigo estate, Alex is reduced to survival. He becomes a chef in Antonio’s mansion, his culinary talent the only shield between him and total isolation. Grief hardens into silence. Silence sharpens into calculation. Then one reckless night changes everything. An irreversible act. A second betrayal. And a biological impossibility no one saw coming. Alex is pregnant. In a world ruled by bloodline, succession, and power, the impossible child growing inside him is no weakness—it is leverage. The underworld begins to whisper. Rival syndicates take interest. The Rodrigo empire trembles at the thought of an heir born from captivity. But Alex is done being collateral. If the brothers want legacy, they will bow for it. If they want the child, they will answer to him.

“Are you afraid of me?” Drogo voice was quiet but something underneath it was wrong. He was calm. Too calm — Not after what he had just done with his bare hands... Karen’s lips quivered violently, but her throat refused to open. No sound escaped. The metallic scent of blood reached her nose as he climbed onto the bed, the mattress dipping under his weight. “You don’t have to be scared, Schatzi” Drogo murmured in a soft tone, tilting his head as he studied her paralysis with unsettling interest. “You’re not lying to me.” His jaw tightened faintly. “They lie,” he whispered with a gleam in his eyes. A gleam she had never seen before. Drogo added, “Every single one of them lied. They always do...” He leaned closer. “But you…” His lips curved. “You would never lie to me, Schatzi.” The sound of the German pet name he'd given her now felt heavier in her chest. Karen wanted to shake her head, to deny whatever twisted certainty he had built around her. Her body remained numb. Drogo then raised his hand, blood dripping from his fingertips onto the sheets. His fingers touched her cheek, still warm. He then dragged them slowly across her skin, leaving a dark red streak as though marking her. “You’re not scared of me…” he decided softly, almost reverently. “Only liars are scared of me.” He leaned down and pressed his blood-smeared lips to her forehead. “I know you’ll never lie to me,” he whispered against her skin. He smiled from ear to ear. “That’s why I love you.” ● ● ● Life isn't suppose to be that hard... Quite straightforward, actually. After all, Karen had just one mission. Get close enough to Drogo Vetter and extract valuable information from him — How he ended up between her legs is irrelevant. But that's not a major problem, it doesn't still affect the main mission. It's just one of those things people do to pass time and feel pleasure... What's the worse that could happen? ... Aside from Drogo being assigned as her next target. Shit. DAILY UPDATE.

Hiraya Chavez never dreamt that death would cause her to transmigrate into the body of Carmelita Mendoza, the pretty young neglected pregnant widow of the rich and influential Mendoza family. Known by many names; a ruthless assassin, a masked vigilante, a master of deception, and the cyber mage, Hiraya was a legend both feared and abhorred. She was her own boss and bowed down to no one. But everything changes when Hiraya become the victim of a premeditated explosion. She wakes up in a hospital, with memories that do not belong to her and a friendly-looking nurse addressing her as Carmelita. "Who the hell is Carmelita?" ***** Orphaned at birth and forced to marry into a family that despises her, Carmelita Mendoza endured two miserable years of being married to a drunk, an abusive wife beater and a chronic gambler. Her seemingly pathetic life turns for the worse when her husband dies in a ghastly car accident. On the day of her husband's funeral, a man arrives at the memorial venue, flaunting naked pictures of himself and Carmelita entangled intimately, while claiming he is responsible for her mysterious pregnancy. Branded an adulterer and stripped of her entitlement to her husband's property, Carmelita is banished by her in-laws, with nothing except the torn clothes on her body. Rejected, broken, and depressed, Carmelita decides to take her own life by jumping off a tall building. However, instead of crashing on the cold, concrete floor, her body drops on the roof of a sleek grey Maybach Exelero, parked by the roadside. What would happen when Carmelita, now Hiraya, is confronted by Kendrick Silva - an enigmatic business tycoon and the third heir to the richest family in LampStone- for the damage to his car and for stealing his heart? Would she give love a second chance when she discovers that Ken is the mysterious man responsible for her pregnancy? And most importantly, what would she do to protect her adorable son when Hiraya's past life catches up with her?

https://discord.gg/vFVAZhQ6Va - When a prostitute dies and awakens in the decadent city of Prismillya, he finds himself at the bottom of a brutal underground caste system where slaves are ranked, owned, and traded like currency. Reborn in the delicate, cursed body of Loona—a femboy incubus marked as "Guttermeat"—he’s locked in the lowest level of a prison brothel-city ruled by lust, power, and cruelty. But Loona has one secret: with every body he conquers, he steals a piece of his partner’s strength. Armed with wit, seduction, and a thirst for revenge, Loona decides he won’t just survive this hell—he’ll fuck his way to the top. ------------------------------------------------------------------ [WARNING: R18+ CONTENT INCLUDED]

"Auntie, I am here…" "Oh my Baby, Auntie is coming…" What would you do if you had an incredibly beautiful and lonely aunt? What would you do if this aunt, who loves you to the core, kept personally paving the way for you with all kinds of stunning beauties? From pure and innocent campus girls… To cold and charming mature women… To elegant and alluring married ladies… Stepping into the bustling city of Greenfield, mountain boy Ryan quickly discovers that the world outside is far more tempting than he ever imagined. With his extraordinary memory, bold personality, and unstoppable rise, Ryan begins his dazzling urban journey.... ------ This is my original work. I will also be publishing this story on RoyalRoad.com under the username Daoist_Inkyug_. For advance chapters, visit my Patreon: patreon.com/Daoist_Inkyug Thank you for the support.

Opening her eyes, she becomes the eldest daughter of the Great General of Liuyin Kingdom. She is the modern girl that transmigrated into a world that only respects the strong. Bullied by her cousins... Broken engagement... She did not care about all of that. Her motto is inspired by one of her favourite anime, Hyouka: "If I don't have to do it, I won't. If I have to do it, I'll make it quick." "You already come into this Lord's hug. Don't you dare to run?" A Lord threatens her. "Do you think I'm scared of you? You can keep dreaming." She spoke back. She just wants to have a peaceful life, however, can she has it? Author Note: - The cover image for this novel credit goes to its creator. I just only edit it -Please check my other novel as well: Reborn: Space Intelligent Woman

Revenge is the only thing she wants after knowing the truth. However, is revenge can satisfy her? Revenge for the man and woman that betrayed her in her past life is not worth it. "Wait, where am I? What's this place?" She asks. "This is your space and I'm your guardian." A little boy answered. With this space, she climbed higher in this life. At the same time, someone reached for her hand and said that he would help her. To protect what she needs to protect. ...... The Man: You don't want to have revenge on them? The woman: No. They are not worth it. But if they are looking for death, I don't mind giving them some lessons. The Man: Good. Then you can focus on me. The woman:... ***This story development is very slow. ***The cover image for this novel is not mine. I just edit it. All credit goes to the artist that draws it. *** English is my second language. Sorry, I am sorry if you have difficulty reading my novel. If that is so, this novel is not your cup of tea

In her previous life, Bethany was a top-tier survivor in an apocalyptic world where clean water and food was rarer than diamonds and betrayal came quicker than bullets. Ruthless, smart, and fiercely adaptive, she rose to become the leader of The Red Dawn Alliance, a powerful syndicate of Awakened ability users. But just when she thought she'd secured peace for her people, her most trusted aide and the only friend she dared to have stabbed her in the back in exchange for power. Literally. Now, Bethany wakes up… not dead, not in the apocalypse but inside a historical Chinese novel called Crimson Blossoms Under Heaven, a dark revenge drama she had once binge-read for the plot (and the hot male lead). She’s not the heroine. Nope. Instead, she had become Lan Yue, a lowly handmaiden doomed to die after betraying her mistress, the novel’s brilliant heroine. A cannon fodder side character destined to be nothing more than a footnote. But Lan Yue had no intention of playing her role. Why fight for someone else’s glory? Why throw herself into dog-blood drama filled with betrayal, revenge, and endless schemes? All she wanted was simple: Eat good food. Sleep as much as she wanted. Live quietly, far away from the chaos. Unfortunately… the heroine had other ideas. At first, her smiles were sweet, her words dripping with warmth. But the more time passed, the more Lan Yue noticed something was wrong. The heroine’s touches lingered too long. Her gaze burned hotter than it should. And instead of chasing the male lead, she clung closer and closer to her. “Lan Yue,” the heroine’s lips curled in a chilling smile, “Where do you think you’re going? You’re mine.” Lan Yue: “...” Wait. Weren’t you supposed to love the hero?! Please also check out my other books Why Is Every Male Lead Obsessed With Me?! (BL) #Quick Transmigration Love Me, Bury Me: Restart the End #Isekai

WARNING: This story contains intense emotions, brutal betrayals, slow-burn obsession, and a female lead who doesn't know how to stay dead. Proceed with caution... and snacks. SIDE EFFECTS MAY INCLUDE: screaming at your screen, falling for fictional men, and yelling “JUST KISS ALREADY.”...Get ready for this neverending rollercoaster of excitement!!! She was known as Qin mu, the organization’s deadliest sword. Feared and ruthless, everything dead or alive shuddered at the mention of her name. Until one night, they turned on her. Framed by the people she trusted, she was labeled as a traitor and was electrocuted to death on an electric chair. Qin mu awakens in the body of Shen mu, an ordinary girl who was relentlessly bullied… and who looks exactly like her. With a strange centipede-long scar now marking her face and fragments of her past creeping in, Qin mu begins to piece together the truth behind the betrayal that shattered her world. Then she meets Huo yunxiao , the cold, enigmatic young master of the powerful Huo family. His gaze unsettles her and His presence stirs something deeper. But as vengeance calls and shadows whisper secrets long buried, she must make a choice. Will her thirst for revenge and the mystery of her past destroy the chance at the love she never knew she needed? Or will she place her aching heart in the hands of this god-like man and the promise of a peaceful future?

I was nothing special. A shut-in. A chubby, ordinary girl who blended into the background like a shadow. Easy to ignore. Easier to mock. The world never ran out of ways to remind me I didn’t belong. Cruel jokes in hallways. Laughter that followed me home. Words sharper than blades, carving deeper than bruises ever could. Bit by bit, I shrank into myself until there was nothing left but silence and the weight of my own loneliness. That night, I decided I’d had enough. The chair creaked under me. The rope swayed above. My room was still, suffocating, as if the world didn’t care whether I breathed or not. And maybe it didn’t. Then—music. It came from the neighbor’s stereo, muffled through the thin walls. A single voice cutting into the darkness. A voice that shouldn’t have reached me, but did. Strong. Raw. Alive. It wrapped around me like a hand pulling me back from the edge. The lyrics told me not to hide my light. That even if it flickered, it still burned. I gasped, stumbling from the chair, clutching my chest as though those words had physically struck me. Tears blurred my vision, but for the first time in forever, they weren’t from pain—they were from something I thought I’d lost. Hope. That voice saved me. His voice. Eric. The lead singer of AUREA—the boyband that would one day become gods in the music world. To me, he wasn’t just an idol. He was my lifeline. And then . . . years later, when he died, the world mourned. I mourned. The one who saved me, the reason of my life, was gone, ripped from life far too soon. I thought it was over. But fate had other plans. One desperate wish, one shattered night, and when I opened my eyes—I was ten years in the past. Before the world knew AUREA. Before Eric was swallowed by fame. Before his voice was silenced forever. I’m just Emy—ordinary, clumsy, and invisible to most. But this time . . . it’s my turn. Eric saved me once. Now, I’ll save him. No matter what it takes.

Warning {Mature Content} Elaine has spent her life being the responsible one. The one who steps in when things are about to fall apart. So when her grandfather arranges a marriage for her younger cousin Ivy to Zane Whitmore a billionaire CEO with a dangerous reputation Elaine does what she has always done. She takes the burden on herself. What begins as a lie meant to protect Ivy quickly turns into a contract Elaine never meant to sign. Zane Whitmore is cold, controlled, and ruthless in both business and life. He doesn’t believe in love, only leverage. When he meets Elaine, he recognizes something he rarely encounters: a woman willing to stand her ground even when she’s afraid. Their agreement is simple. A marriage on paper. Mutual benefit. No emotions involved. As they are pulled deeper into each other’s lives, secrets begin to surface old betrayals, family conflicts, and a past that ties Zane to Elaine’s brother in ways no one is willing to talk about. The lines between obligation and desire blur, and what started as a sacrifice turns into something neither of them can control. In a world where power dictates everything and trust comes at a cost, Elaine must decide if she’s willing to gamble her heart on a man who could destroy her. A story of contract marriage, buried history, and a love born out of defiance rather than choice. (Mature content) Zane’s lips crush to mine, hungrily tasting my mouth and sucking my tongue into his. He moves lower, nipping at my neck, then my boobs, enveloping his lips around a pink nipple. I sigh in pleasure, my hands sliding into his hair and gripping hard as he bites down and then slips his mouth lower. And lower…….. My eyes fly open as he shoves my dress up to my waist and pulls my panties to the side. Suddenly, his mouth dives between my thighs, and when I feel his tongue drag up my slit, it’s like an electrical shock and my eyes roll back behind my head. Holy! FUCK!!.

The God of Games giving Ren a little prank by trapping him inside a game they make together. Ren with some knowledge from developing process as a programmer of the game, trying to tackle challenges inside. At first he is given the Admin priviledge but then revoked by the God of Games. While figuring out the method to finish their gamedev's curent ultimate goal of creating the True Digital God. -------------------

Liam graduated from Westfield College two years ago, but the regrets never stopped haunting him. The fight he should have won. The reputation he never built. The emotions he locked away. The boy he refused to acknowledge. When a mysterious god offers him a second chance, Liam wakes up back in Class 4—eighteen years old again, lying in the same bunk bed at Ashford Hostel where it all began. Armed with years of experience and the confidence he lacked before, Liam is determined to rewrite his story. No more hesitation. No more living passively. No more running from who he truly is. But changing the past isn’t just about making different choices. It’s about confronting the moments that shaped him—the fight with Franklyn that defined his reputation, the friendships he took for granted, and most importantly, Oliver Mason, the platinum-haired junior who will one day mean everything to him. In the original timeline, Mason became Liam’s school son when he reached Class 1. Their bond grew deeper than any mentorship should, and Mason fell in love. But Liam, terrified of his own feelings, locked his heart away and focused only on their roles as school father and son. It was a regret that haunted him long after graduation. Now, Liam has asked the god for one impossible gift: for Mason to slowly regain memories of their future together. But Mason is still Class 0, and those memories won’t fully return for six months to a year. Until then, Liam must navigate the delicate balance of protecting Mason from afar, building his reputation for Class 5, and learning to accept the truth he spent his first life denying. This is a story about second chances, self-discovery, and finding the courage to live authentically. In a world of hostel hierarchies, football matches, brutal roasting sessions, and late-night gisting, Liam will learn that the hardest fight isn’t against others—it’s against yourself. A slow-burn BL novel set in a boarding school, told through internal monologue, slice-of-life moments, and the bittersweet journey of a boy learning to embrace who he’s always been.

On her half-sister's wedding day, Fia's world shatters. Hazel, the bride, has allegedly eloped with Fia's fated mate, and over the phone he rejects her without mercy. With the Alpha groom ready to unleash war on her pack, and spurred on by her stepmother's pleas, Fia makes a desperate choice; she takes Hazel's place at the altar. But the marriage is nothing more than a cruel setup. Betrayed by her family and accused of stealing her sister's happiness, Fia becomes the perfect target for Alpha Cian's wrath. Humiliated and furious, he vows to keep her as his mate not out of love, but revenge. He swears he will break her, torment her, and make her pay until the end of time. What neither of them expects is that hate can twist, burn, and evolve into something far more dangerous. Between lies, betrayal, and a growing bond neither wants to acknowledge, Fia and Cian are bound to discover that the thin line between hate and love is meant to be crossed.

Zhao Tian’s life was ordinary—boring, predictable, and filled with the frustrations of an average husband married. That is, until a mysterious system appeared, granting him wealth, skills, and vitality beyond imagination. With a low chance of conceiving, every point of vitality matters, and every mission could change his life—and his future with his beloved wife, Li Meiyue. From surviving office bullies who think they can push him around, to turning simple errands and shopping trips into chaotic, hilarious missions, Zhao Tian discovers that life is anything but ordinary. Each task brings outrageous rewards—millions in cash, business shares, fighting skills, and even luxury cars—while testing his wit, courage, and devotion. As he navigates a world filled with villains, jealous colleagues, and absurd challenges, Zhao Tian learns that love, cunning, and a little system-guided chaos can make even the most impossible dreams achievable. And through it all, one truth remains: with Li Meiyue by his side, no mission is impossible, no reward too outrageous, and no enemy too clever.

The peaceful daily life of Jia Jingzi, The Thousand Reflections Sect's most powerful cultivator, is disrupted by the sudden arrival of three disciples. His mysterious illness prevents him from teaching them properly, forcing him to make a radical decision that may not please everyone. It could also cause him many problems down the line.

In the world of cultivation, whoever has the biggest fist makes the rules. Whoever has the highest cultivation lives the longest. As for me? I choose to sell clothes! What do you mean fashion is useless? If you don’t look good, then what’s the use of cultivating? Young Master, why do you need healing pills? I’ll sell you these gloves that can heal your injuries; you just need to slap someone in the face with them. Fellow Daoist, there’s no need to cultivate so hard, I’ll sell you a robe that can fake your cultivation for five minutes each day. You just have to pull your pants down before using it. The world will soon know my name, for I, Shopkeeper Tang, sell clothes that will make you the strongest! But of course, I’ll always be stronger.