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"My reason to live"

"I love you, okay?" ... her voice broke as she stared up at Nur's face. His eyes widened, chest tightening as he stared back at her, at the magnitude of her words. Tears clung to Ayse's lashes, his wife who he supposedly contract married. From the very first day they locked eyes, he loved her but not even for a second, he would have thought she would fall for him. This was Deniz Nur Hakan--The sole heir to the multibillion-dollar company, he who built empires with his bare hands. He had ice in his veins and ruled with an iron fist. Men trembled under his gaze; women drove to him.  A man whose ears were deaf to the pleadings of many. Some called him a bastard, and for some he was just their "son"  His father, Emre Yousef Hakan--A tyrant man. He handed Nur the keys to the Hakan's estate. Well pleased and trusted that his son will continue his tyrannical reign. After the funeral ceremony, his mother had come to him.  Conversing to him on estate matters and the "future" "How his job wasn't only proceeding his father's company but to also produce an heir" Nur stared at his mother's unreadable face; he shook his head and sternly rejected even a thought on such matters.  Though months passed. One faithful night, he received the news.  "Mr. Hakan, your mother has passed away" Nur was left heartbroken; he fled from U.K and quickly arrived at Istanbul via his private jet.  The car clicked opened as he made his way in the magnificent "Hakan estate" Where he would find his "relatives" people who they had lost connection to the very day his parents married. They weren't well off back then yet lived happily.  He paid them no mind and walked towards the center where his mom's coffin was.  Clutching around the fine wood, tears sprung out. His mother, the only one who he could rest his head on the shoulders, lazily talk about his day. She had left him. The funeral has ended. Meanwhile Nur sat at his study, blue eyes flickering under the warm glow. Just then--the door clicked, there entered, Ali Demir, his father's advisor, now his. The silver-haired man walked to him, hands clutching at piles of documents. He then conversed to him on the future and that to attain his will, he must marry. Nur's face turned pale, marriage--A chapter that he had closed long ago. After his previous marriage in Ankara to his childhood sweetheart--Eylul Aydin. He remembered her end--how his father mercilessly unlived her and their unborn child. Nur had also rejected this idea prior to his mother's death. Yet--Ali continued, "the bride had also been selected" His jaw flexed as he raked his eyes at him, "Did you...? Ali shook his head, "I wouldn't dare... if it wasn't the very own wish of Mrs. Hakan" Nur sighed, a part of him was uninterested and the other part? --merely curious to who it was. Ali continued, the bride is from one of the Kaplan family branches. "Who...is it? Nur's voice came out, flustered. Ali's mouth parted, "Ayse Azra Yildiz" His eyes widened, his chest tightened. To be continued>>>>>>>>>>
DeryaYildirim · 13.7k Views

Fated To Reject You: A Deal With The Devil

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 decided 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.
Zoe_Vander · 6.5k Views

The Shape of What We Never Said

Elara Voss arrives in the coastal city of Valenreach believing she has chosen a life defined by clarity, reason, and careful ambition. Quiet, observant, and emotionally restrained, she trusts structure more than impulse and silence more than confession. It is in Valenreach’s old libraries and slow, thoughtful rhythms that she meets Rowan Hale—an introspective, perceptive man whose presence unsettles her precisely because it asks nothing of her and yet sees too much. Their connection forms gradually, built on conversations that drift toward meaning and silences that speak more than words. What begins as intellectual companionship deepens into a profound emotional intimacy neither is willing to name. Both believe in timing, in responsibility, in not disrupting lives—including their own. When Rowan leaves Valenreach for a future that promises stability but not fulfillment, neither speaks the truth they both recognize. What remains between them is unfinished. Years pass. Elara builds a respectable life shaped by practicality and social expectation, mistaking emotional quiet for contentment. Rowan finds success elsewhere, yet carries with him the persistent sense of having abandoned something essential. Though they are separated by distance and time, their bond survives as memory and comparison—an unspoken measure against which all other connections fall short. When circumstance draws them back into each other’s lives, they are older, more guarded, and burdened by choices already made. The love they never claimed now demands acknowledgment, but honesty comes with consequences neither can avoid. As long-suppressed truths surface, Elara and Rowan must confront what love means when it arrives late—and whether recognizing it is enough. The Shape of What We Never Said is a quiet, devastating romance about timing, restraint, and the courage it takes to speak when silence has become habit. It explores how lives are shaped not only by the choices we make, but by the words we leave unsaid—and what remains after truth is finally spoken.
TanY · 3k Views

Not Old, Just Weak for Younger Men

“Who are you calling Auntie?!” Lalin, a 35-year-old hot-tempered writer, clashes with ‘Khet,’ a troublesome 18-year-old brat, right in the middle of a crossroad. From a cheeky opponent to a boy under her wing, he now has to use his body to pay back his tuition fees to ‘Auntie’ every single night! Content Warning (Please read before proceeding) This novel contains mature content intended for readers aged 18 and above. It includes the following themes * Age Gap: The main characters have a 17-year age difference (35 and 18), involving significant disparities in maturity and social status. * Financially Dependent Relationship: The story features a "Sugar Mommy" dynamic or a sponsorship element, where the female lead covers the male lead’s tuition and living expenses. * Erotic Scenes (NC 18+): Contains explicit and detailed descriptions of sexual encounters, including sexually suggestive language. * Strong & Explicit Language: Includes verbal bickering, age-related insults (e.g., being called "Auntie"), and the use of Dirty Talk during intimate scenes for dramatic effect. * Improper Behavior: Characters may exhibit irrational actions, temper tantrums, or make emotional decisions that do not reflect healthy real-world behavior. Disclaimer All events and characters in this story are products of the author's imagination. This work does not intend to promote or encourage any such behavior in real life. Please distinguish between entertainment and reality. Note on Language Please be advised that this story has been translated with the assistance of AI. Consequently, some expressions may not be perfectly fluid or may slightly differ from the original intended meaning. We apologize for any linguistic errors and thank you for your understanding. #Not Old, Just Weak for Younger Men Pen Name: miki sunflower I’m here to win your hearts! Please give a warm welcome to our cheeky boy "Khet" and the feisty writer "Auntie Lalin." They’re ready to be embraced by all you lovely readers! ✅ Follow the Author So you won't miss it when Lalin spoils Khet with tuition money (or when Khet sneakily "pays back the interest" to her in bed!). ✅ Add to Library Get notified of the spiciness before anyone else! Get your tissues ready for those nosebleeds because I’m serving this story with extra hot chili! ✅ Give it a Big Heart Send some love to fuel my energy so I can keep writing and churning out more chapters for you all! Come and join the fun! Let’s root for the stubborn boy from Suphan Buri and the furious Diva from the big city together! Thank you for all the support you've shown to "Lalin's favorite Graduate." Much love! ❤️
Tflower · 2k Views

Billionaires' Regret: My Ex's Nemesis Fathering My Triplets

[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.
DP_RINN · 111.1k Views