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The Trident's Obsession: Claimed By Three

[Warning: R18+ Content] I thought I was going to die. So I chose to be remembered. One night. One drink. One sin I could never take back. But the men I met at the bar weren’t strangers. They were The Trident… three ruthless heirs of the Corvanni Dynasty, the most feared mafia bloodline alive. Draven. Silent, merciless, a predator cloaked in shadows. Lucian. Calculative, hauntingly beautiful, a devil with a silver tongue. And Azriel. Wild, reckless, dangerously addictive. They don’t ask. They take. And now they want me… completely. Their obsession burns hotter than their empire. Their touch is forbidden, but I can’t resist. Because the deeper I fall, the clearer it becomes… I’m not just their desire. I’m their ruin. Excerpt ********** “Run if you want, Jade.” The nickname rolled off Lucian’s tongue like a promise and a threat, one no one had ever dared call me before. My breath hitched, legs trembling, but before I could take a step, Draven’s hand closed around my wrist… iron, unyielding. “You think you can walk away after tasting us?” His voice was quiet, deadly, sending shivers straight to my core. Azriel leaned in from behind, his lips brushing the shell of my ear as his laughter burned through me. “Sweetheart, we don’t chase what’s already ours. And you, little Jade…” his teeth grazed my skin, “…you belong to the Trident now.” Azriel’s fingers tilted my chin up, his grin sinful, dangerous, carved just for me. “Tell me, Jade,” he purred, voice thick with lust, “what do you want?” Heat scorched my skin, my lips parting, but no words came. My body betrayed me, trembling against the wall of Draven’s chest while Lucian’s hand traced lazy circles on my thigh, teasing, tormenting. Azriel’s laugh was low, filthy. “No, sweetheart. Don’t just tremble for us. Say it.” His thumb brushed my lower lip, slow, taunting. “Say what you want. Say you want our hands, our mouths, our cocks… say it, and I’ll give you everything.” Draven’s breath was at my neck, steady, lethal. “Careful,” he murmured, “once you speak it aloud, there’s no going back.” Lucian’s whisper slid against my ear, silken poison. “And when you do, Jade, you’ll never remember what it felt like to be untouched.” My mouth opened before my brain could reason… “I want you,” I whispered. Draven’s hand tightened, Lucian’s eyes darkened, Azriel laughed as if the world had finally given him his prize. Three bodies pressed in, heat and danger wrapping me like a cage I couldn’t escape. Didn’t want to escape. My heart screamed to run, but my body whispered the truth. I wanted them… All of them. ********** Three men. One woman. A love story carved in blood and obsession.
Nyx_Rae · 52.4k Views

Bleach : I Pick Up Attributes in Seireitei

Hasumi Ren crossed over to the Soul Society five years ago, landing right in the most dangerous era—the time when Aizen Sosuke was still a Vice-Captain, plotting in the shadows. Armed with a mysterious Attribute Collection System, Hasumi Ren can see and absorb "Experience Fragments" that drop from others. Watch Shiba Kaien release his spiritual pressure? [Reiatsu +200] Train with Shihoin Yoruichi? [Shunpo +100] Argue with Urahara Kisuke? [Intelligence +50] His plan was simple: Stay low-key, open a chain of Ichiraku Ramen shops in the Rukongai, and quietly farm attributes until he was invincible. He wanted a peaceful life, hiding his true power while playing the role of a lazy student at the Shino Academy alongside Ise Nanao. But in the Soul Society, talent is a curse. When a Menos Grande attacks during a training exercise, Hasumi Ren is forced to draw his sword. His Zanpakuto, Garenge (Chain Lotus), awakens with the terrifying ability to analyze and seal the powers of others. Now, he has caught the eye of the Stealth Force Commander Shihoin Yoruichi, provoked the corrupt Tsunayashiro Noble Family, and worst of all... he has appeared on Aizen’s radar. To survive the coming storm, Hasumi Ren must evolve. From a student to a seated officer, from a businessman to a Captain—his path to the top is paved with the dropped attributes of his enemies. TAGS : #Bleach #System #Transmigration #WeakToStrong #HidingAbilities #BusinessManagement #SmartMC #Zanpakuto #Romance #Harem #FaceSlapping #Action #SliceOfLife
hard_worker · 124.8k Views

Help! I Woke Up As The Male Lead And I Don’t Even Know The Plot!

After a major court case, prosecutor Kyle Mercer picked up a book to read… but only managed two chapters before he was burnt to death by an adversary in a car accident. But the next time he opened his eyes, he’d transmigrated into the novel as the male lead, Chad Duncan. With the intellect, skills, and experience of a twenty-seven-year-old top lawyer, Kyle should have been unstoppable. He was capable of turning his miserable new life into the best lawyer this world had ever seen… …but there was only one problem. “I know this question! I’ve battled someone in a courtroom before!” [You haven’t completed enough tasks to acquire this knowledge.] “Can I at least know the second male lead?” [Task generated. You have 90 seconds to find the second male lead.] [Upon completion: libido decreases by 20%.] [Fail: libido increases by 35% and you get a visible bulge in your pants.] Yes. The system. Sent from the depths of hell to make his already gay life even more miserable. Not only had he read only two chapters, he didn’t even know who the second male lead was and the system vehemently refused to give him any memories of the host body he now occupied. Just when he’s convinced the system, no matter how evil its tasks were, was only here to progress the plot… [Task generated. Who is Rafe Harlow?] “Easy. He’s the Harlow family’s heir.” [Task failed.] [Punishment: enter Love Sick mode whenever your love interest, Rafe Harlow, is nearby.] At this, Chad’s eyes filled with tears and like a child denied of candy, began kicking his feet frantically in the air, throwing a tantrum. “No, please. I want to see him. Let me see him! I can’t live without him!” Thinking the only thing he has to worry about is the system’s absurd tasks was his first mistake. His second and most crucial mistake was thinking Rafe Harlow was truly blind.
PuffballPanda · 27.4k Views

A Rogue For The Quadruplet Alpha's.

✓ MASSIVE RELEASE ON THE LAST DAY OF EACH MONTH.✓ BLURB: “We are sorry Maria, we never meant to hurt you. Come back to us!" They all thundered. But it was too late, I was determined to make them Pay. *** I am Maria Moon, casted out of my Pack at the age of eighteen. All because of a tradition— one that states, that which ever family the Alpha's mate comes from, any other female wolf of same status is cast out. But it all felt wrong, It wasn't supposed to be me but her— my step sister— Patricia Moon. “I, Darren Copper, Alpha of the Frost moon pack, hereby declare that Maria Moon is no longer a member of this pack!” I pleaded for them to see the truth but no one cared, they were all blinded by their love for her. I became a rogue, wandered about for days and was unfortunate to attacked by the older rogues. And even more unfortunate to be saved by the quadruplet Alpha's, my Pack rival Alpha's. *** “Isn't she the Beta's daughter of Frost moon pack?" Damien growled as he turned to his brothers. “Definitely, she looks the same even after five years!" Adrien replied as he squatted, cupping my chin harshly on his palm. “She is definitely a spy, let's kill her!" Davian roared, stretching his claws, his stance ready to slaughter. “Don't Davian!" Aidan the oldest amongst the quadruplet echoed, “That’s all the more reason we should keep her close, letting her die is to easy.” He turned to the guards beside him, “Take her to the Pack, she is our Personal maid." Adrien chuckled lightly, a sly smirk appearing across his lips. “Nice idea Aidan. We would make her suffer!" CONTENT WARNING. This book contains explicit scenes, abuses, graphic violence and dark obsessive romance. Readers discretion advised.
wealthvera3 · 156.4k 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 · 15.2k Views

When Roots Resist

When Roots Resist A Short Novel Chapter One: Departure Before dawn had decided to arrive, Youssef pulled on his worn leather bag, eased the front door shut behind him, and stepped into the cold morning air of the village. Ain Ez-Zeitoun was still asleep. The ancient olive tree stretched its branches toward the dark sky, wide and wordless, the way a person reaches toward someone leaving. He carried little: two shirts, a spare pair of trousers, a fold of banknotes saved over two hard years, and a photograph of his parents on their wedding day, quietly taken from its wooden frame on the wall. The photograph weighed more than everything else. His mother appeared in the hallway, placed her palm on his cheek for one long moment, then walked back into the dark without a word. He did not turn around. He knew that if he turned, he would never reach anywhere worth reaching. Chapter Two: The City Does Not Wait The city received him with noise and complete indifference. Streets full to their edges, faces moving without seeing one another, sounds layered over sounds. No one noticed he had arrived. No one needed to. Instead of letting that emptiness crack him open, Youssef chose to treat it as a starting line. He found Room Number Seven on the third floor of a grey building: an iron bed that groaned, a window facing another wall, a ceiling fan turning slowly as though tired of living. The rent took half of what he owned. But it was his. After eight days of quiet rejections, a construction foreman looked him over and said: "Six in the morning, tomorrow." He worked hard under a merciless sun, one thought turning in his mind like a prayer: One day, I will build a house of my own. Chapter Three: Fatima Fatima had arrived four months before him. She left her village at dawn with a plastic bag and a decision made in the dark, escaping a father whose commands were loud and whose listening was absent. When he announced she was to marry a man she had never chosen, she walked out before the house woke up. She found work at a textile factory, a safe room with a kind landlady, and began rebuilding herself with steady hands and a fear kept hidden behind her smile. She met Youssef at the factory gate one Tuesday morning. He smiled shyly and said: "The road is long for those who walk it alone." She replied without thinking: "But more honest." Six months later they married in Room Number Seven with two candles, two witnesses, and a small cake. Her laughter that night filled the room in a way no candle could match. Chapter Four: The Hard Seasons The years that followed were not gentle. When the construction site shut down, four weeks passed with no income. Some evenings the table held only bread and oil and two people who refused to stop believing in tomorrow. Neither complained. Each found in the other enough to carry the next day. One afternoon Youssef found a lost child crying alone and spent two hours walking him safely home. When the mother offered money, he refused. "I work for my dignity, not reward." Fatima listened that night and said: "You have no idea how wealthy you truly are." Chapter Five: What They Built Three years on, Youssef had a motorcycle for deliveries and had mastered appliance repair at evening school. Fatima supervised the sewing floor and guided younger women who arrived carrying the same fear she once swallowed alone. Room Number Seven gave way to a small apartment with a tree-lined window, their own key, a warm kitchen every Friday, and a daughter named Mariam.
Soufiane_Ai · 433 Views