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Contract Marriage: The Lycan Queen's Tempting Fate [GL]

“No… I won't.” “Oh, petal, I wasn't asking. You WILL marry me.” **** Dr. Kiyomi, a neurosurgeon rogue lycan, lives in & never leaves the human hospital— the safest place for her. That’s until a high-profile mafia surgery goes wrong and she’s blamed for it despite being on leave. Suddenly the limelight is on her, forcing her rare last name back into the memories of people who have long wanted her dead — the Bogdan Lycans. As if that isn't enough, the Ivanov Russian mob is after her with vengeance in their hearts. Scared, Kiyomi leaves the hospital pretending to be a night-shift male nurse — which works, only for her to be kidnapped at the hospital’s entrance, by the cruel lycan queen’s guards who drag her to the queen Sakura’s human home. — — — Sakura Watanabe; the soulless crazy queen known to screw up everyone for fun. She ruins everything she touches and sucks the life out of everyone around her. She is bad, cruel, and a menace who does whatever she wants, however, and whenever she wants it. When she hears of Dr. Kiyomi’s misfortunes, she is curious to see what will make that lycan break, and orders that Kiyomi be brought to her, so she can sign the infamous Sakura contract that always leaves the signee dead, dead and dead. What Sakura doesn't factor in is the fact that the woman who walks through her door is her soulmate. And even worse is the desire she gets to protect Kiyomi. Not one to relent in the hands of fate, Sakura forces Kiyomi to sign the oppressive contract. What happens when Sakura's heart starts beating for Kiyomi, and she goes after everyone who hurt her soulmate? Will she cancel the contract and embrace love, or will she stay the stoic soulless queen with nothing to live for? And even better, how long can Sakura fight fate?
she_osprey · 1m Views

Blood Oath Seduction: Symptoms of Murder

“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.
DestinyNdi · 12.2k Views

I Don't Want This Kind of System!!

Everly, a connoisseur of orphan-to-riches tropes, always assumed her origin story began with a dramatic abandonment at the orphanage gates. Turns out, her life was even more cliché than her favorite novels! She wasn't merely dumped; she was swapped—a long-lost heiress to a vast fortune. Just when she thought her life couldn't get any more tropey, a mysterious System materialized, offering her a chance at a "good ending." The catch? Its "abilities" ranged from the utterly bizarre to the downright mortifying, making Everly question if a happy ending was truly worth the existential cringe. *** System 006: [Host, please choose 1 of these 3 system abilities!] Everly: "They're all weird! Let me just pick random!" System 006: [Hehe... host, I forgot to say that each system will have consequences, so something will happen to you when you use it...] Everly: "!!!" Days later, having been reunited with her biological family and experimenting with the System's... unique function, the consequence were already glaringly apparent. Her beloved brother: "My little sister is precious, but I need therapy to keep up with her alien-like thinking." Handsome man 1: "She's a pervert! I'm scared she'll take my innocence..." Handsome man 2: "Every time she talks, I feel like killing her. Is that normal?" NOTE: Please disconnect all logical circuits before proceeding with this novel, as it's an absolute chaotic comedy where the MC, Everly, has several screws loose in her brain. Don't expect much normalcy here—sanity checked out long ago and never came back.
callciel_rin · 115.2k Views

Black Luna: Crowned in Darkness, Feared by All.

No one talks about the Black Moon. They say your lips will blacken if you whisper its name. Children born beneath its ink-stained light are cosmic errors—mistakes the Moon Goddess corrects before their seventh winter. I'm eighteen. I am the error that lived. As the Alpha’s daughter, I should have been royalty. Instead, I am a ghost in my father’s house, relegated to a freezing attic and treated like rot beneath the floorboards. I am never touched without the protection of heavy gloves, because to the pack, I am not a girl. I am a walking curse who killed her mother and stole the moonlight. I have no wolf. No rank. No future. When my stepsister drags me to the Mating Gathering, I expect humiliation. I don’t expect the soul-ripping agony of a mate-rejection from a man I never knew was mine. And I certainly don't expect the sky to shatter in response. When my heart breaks, the moon turns black, lightning splits the sacred grounds, and a mysterious plague begins to rot the pack from the inside out. The Priests have reached their verdict: the "curse" must be bled dry to appease the Goddess. Accepting my death, I steal away for one final night of freedom. In the neon haze of a forbidden club, I meet a dangerous stranger who offers me a deal that tastes like sin and salvation. For the first time, I don’t want to die. I want to fight. I return for the Bloodline Ritual—the ceremony meant to crown my sister as the pack’s savior, before my death. But when the daggers are drawn, the Goddess doesn't choose the golden child. She chooses me. Now, I am no longer the pack’s ghost. I am the ultimate prize in a deadly game between three ancient thrones. The kings of wolves, mages, and vampires all want a piece of the Black Luna to tip the scales of war. They think they can buy my blood, my presence, or my hand in marriage. They are wrong. The Black Moon didn't curse me—it chose me as its vessel. And the shadow beneath my skin? It’s finally hungry.
roby_ · 488 Views