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#Smut  “You want a gun?” he asked, as if I hadn’t already made that clear. “Yes.” “…Then kiss me.” My eyes widened, but he only leaned back slightly, watching me with dark amusement waiting for me to refuse. Instead, I leaned forward and pressed my lips against his. I meant for it to be quick. But the second our mouths touched, his hand wrapped around the back of my neck and he kissed me rough enough to bruise. That was when he bit me. Sharp enough to draw blood. His eyes darkened at the sight of it. Then his thumb brushed over the blood he’d drawn before he murmured against my mouth, “Good girl.” ******** Carmen Castilo was born mafia royalty until the night her father was murdered in front of her. Hours after his funeral, she’s kidnapped and sold in a secret underground auction where the world’s most dangerous men bid for ownership of her and the territory tied to her name. The winning bid comes from the one man she never expected to see again. Nico Romano, Her stepbrother, The man she betrayed. Now richer, deadlier, and hungry for revenge, Nico drags Carmen back into a world of blood, power, and brutal secrets where loyalty is bought and enemies wear familiar faces. But while Nico seeks to own and control her, Carmen is searching for the truth behind her father’s murder—and the conspiracy that seeks to destroy her and everything she has. Because in the mafia, enemies are easy to spot. Family is what destroys you. This is a dark mafia romance containing violence, bloodshed, and morally grey characters.

#Omegaverse#R18 Salvar Beladore died in a cold cell. Torture, broken and killed by Silas Malgrave, the man who blamed him for his son's death. But then, he woke up. Ten years earlier, whole and alive in a body that was young and capable. Given a second chance, Salvar had one goal. To protect his family and destroy everyone who wronged him. But when he's sent to Thornvale to raise his yound nephew, the universe plays a cruel joke. Silas Malgrave is his neighbour. The samean who tortured him and killed him, lives next door with his son.

Elara spent her entire life believing in one thing: the mate bond. As the daughter of a low-ranking wolf, she knew her place in the pack. Quiet. Loyal. Invisible. But everything changed the night the Moon Goddess revealed her mate. The Alpha. Kael Blackthorn. The most powerful werewolf in the region. Cold, ruthless, and destined to rule. For one brief moment, Elara believed fate had chosen her. But Kael rejected her. In front of the entire pack. Humiliated and broken, Elara leaves the only home she has ever known. She disappears into the human world, determined to build a life where she is no longer defined by the mate who cast her aside. Years pass. And Elara changes. She is no longer the quiet girl the pack once ignored. She has power. Secrets. And a strength Kael never saw. But when fate brings them together again, the bond between them awakens stronger than ever. Only this time… Elara refuses to be claimed. And Kael realizes something terrifying. Rejecting her may have been the greatest mistake of his life. Because the woman he lost… might be the only one capable of destroying him. —or saving him.

# Content Warning# # Content Warning# # This story contains explicit scenes and is intended for readers 18+. It also explores darker themes, including manipulation and morally complex situations, which are used to deepen the narrative rather than portray characters as weak. Reader discretion is advised. The plan was simple: attend my stepsister, Enor’s wedding, survive the awkward family drama, and maybe ignore the fact that my lifelong crush, Jeremy, guilt-tripped me into coming back to Vale after nearly seven years. But then the twin future Alphas decided to ruin everything by claiming I was their mate. Funny. Right? A human girl. Mated to two Alphas. Seriously? Now my life’s a twisted mix of desire, danger, and one very infuriating Alpha, Hardin who thinks my body’s a trophy he already owns.

Some scars don’t fade. They evolve. Do-yeon lives in silence, her world built on control, distance, and careful observation. To others, she is calm and unreadable—but beneath that stillness lies a past shaped by violence, loss, and a truth she refuses to let surface. She does not seek connection. She survives without it. Ji-hoon believes in patterns. As a psychology student, he trusts that every action has meaning, every mind can be understood. But when he encounters Do-yeon, his certainty begins to fracture. She does not respond the way people should. She does not break the way people do. And the more he tries to understand her, the more he is drawn into something he cannot explain. What begins as curiosity slowly turns into something deeper—and far more dangerous. Because Do-yeon is not just hiding from her past. She is shaped by it. And the closer Ji-hoon gets, the more he risks becoming part of a story that was never meant to be uncovered. As buried truths begin to surface, silence becomes a weapon, trust becomes a risk, and survival is no longer guaranteed. Scar Theory is a dark psychological web novel that explores trauma, obsession, and the fragile line between understanding and destruction—where some scars are not meant to heal, only to define what remains.

SYNOPSIS They say the enemy of my enemy is my friend but what happens when that friend becomes an enemy you cannot escape? Fiona Brett's rise as a promising actress is abruptly derailed when her parents, desperate to save the family from financial ruin, accept a marriage proposal on her behalf from a man she barely knows. Forced to shoulder the burden of her family’s survival, Fiona is compelled to sacrifice her own dreams. Seeking solace, she turns to the love of her life, Alexander only to discover him entangled with her own sister. Betrayed and heartbroken, Fiona meets a tragic end at the hands of those she trusted most. But fate gives her a second chance. Reborn on the very day everything fell apart, Fiona awakens with a burning resolve: revenge. Determined to reclaim her life, she strikes a dangerous deal with her fiancé, a pact laced with thorns and unforeseen consequences. As her past wounds begin to heal, Fiona finds her heart ensnared deeper than ever by Manson’s dangerous game yet even he is unaware that he, too, has been caught in its snare. Together, they step into a world far darker than Fiona could have imagined: a world of deception, hidden truths, ruthless manipulators, and long-burried sins. She soon realizes that the game she thought was hers alone is far larger than any personal vengeance, orchestrated by forces far beyond Manson, herself, or any other player. In a tangled web of greed, betrayal, and power, one question remains: who will emerge victorious?

Upcoming Alpha, Kael has spent years chasing what may well only be a memory. A moonlit figure who saved his life but vanished before he could learn more. Remembering little more than her piercing violet eyes and her stunning blond hair, Kael is willing to turn the world upside down to find the girl again; certain she is meant to be his, His hunt for the moonlit figure brings a new tactic. A bridal screening. And, through that screening brings into his life Grace. A beautiful daughter. With eyes of a stunning shade of violet and hair of blond. Beautiful. Polished. Confident. Everything a future Luna should be. Had his search paid off in more ways than one? Had he found his childhood savior as well as the perfect bride? Only there is a complication. Along with Grace came her maid, Wren. Resentment bubbling between the two women is clear to see. A power-hungry omega? Or more than meets the eye? Either way Kael is torn because the one thing the women share is the stunning violet eyes. A rare thing within their world, and something he had been searching for for so long. Yet here he was, faced with two women, so different to one another both with the one thing he recalled from his moonlit memory. Was either woman the one he had been searching for? Or was it nothing but a haunted past he needed to let go?

"Stop." His voice is low and controlled and furious underneath both. "Whatever you're doing in there the books, the reading, the tucking in — stop." "They asked me to read to them," I say evenly. "I don't care what they asked." He takes a step toward me and I hold my ground, which seems to make it worse. "You've been here for just less than two weeks, and you're already in Dorian's room, touching his things, letting them climb all over you like you're" He stops, jaw tight. "You're not their mother. You're on a twelve-month contract." "I'm aware of what I am," I say. "Are you?" Something sharp enters his expression. "Because from where I'm standing it looks like a woman playing a very long game. Soften up the children, charm the staff, make yourself indispensable — and then what? You think I don't see it?" Something cold moves through my chest, but I keep my face neutral. "You think I'm doing this to get to you." "Aren't you?" He says it like it's obvious, like I'm naive for pretending otherwise, and the contempt in it is so clean and practiced that for one second I almost believe I deserve it. "You should wake up from that delusion. Whatever you think you're building here — it won't work, you will never have me." He moves before I register it, closing the distance between us in one smooth step, and then his hand is at my neck, warm and deliberate, his thumb pressing lightly against my pulse like he's checking whether I'm afraid, and the answer my body gives him is humiliating. His mouth drops to the curve of my neck and shoulder, not rough — slow, purposeful, his lips dragging against my skin like he has all the time in the world and knows exactly what he's doing with it, and I shudder despite everything I know about this man and this moment and exactly what he's trying to prove. "This," he murmurs against my skin, his voice low and terrible and close, "is all you'll ever get from me." ********* Sloane Carter had her work stolen, her body broken, and her heart shattered in pieces. Then a truck ran her off the road on a rainy night, and she woke up inside the worst romance novel she had ever read. Wrong century, wrong country. Wrong body. Twelve-month contract marriage to a man carved from ice, three feral six-year-olds, and a dead man's secret buried so deep the whole empire is rotting from the root. In the novel, the heroine smiles gently, loves quietly, and dies before anyone notices she was worth saving. Sloane has bruised ribs, a stolen career, years of swallowed rage and absolutely no intention of following the original script. The cold CEO didn't bargain for a woman who'd already survived the worst he could ever be. Neither did the man who put her in that car. He thought killing Sloane Carter would silence her. He had no idea it would set her free.

{MATURE. DARK ROMANCE, MAFIA, YOU KNOW WHAT TO EXPECT IN MAFIA! BLOOD, GORE, ASSUALT. THE ROMANCE ISN'T DARK BUT THE THEME IS DARK. BE WARNED!} His hand pressed flat against the door before I could pull it open, and the warmth of him at my back made every nerve in my body go completely still. "You are the mother of my child and you belong to me," he murmured against my ear, his voice so quiet that made me shiver, "and every breath you take on this island exists because I allow it." His hand moved from the door to my jaw, tilting my face up toward his with a gentleness that made me gulp. "So tell me, my beautiful wife — where exactly do you think you're going?" I had no answer and a knowing smile pulled on his lips. *** Elsie Miller’s simple life unravels the moment she discovers she is pregnant with no memory of how it happened. In a small town where reputation is worth more than truth, her parents choose to erase the scandal the only way they know how—by selling her to a man old enough to be her grandfather to settle a crushing debt she never knew they had. She had accepted her fate and was ready to endure the wedding, but before the vows could be spoken, the church doors burst open and Salvatore Vitale—the most feared Mafia Lord in the underworld, known only as The Saint—strode in, put a bullet in her groom’s head without breaking his stride, and told the priest to continue the ceremony. Then his dark eyes found hers across the blood-soaked aisle, and he spoke the words that rewrote her entire future. "I’ve been searching for you. Mother of my child." Taken to Salvatore’s private island, Elsie is thrust into a brutal empire built on blood oaths and ruthless power. To his enemies, The Saint is a whispered legend. To his empire, he is untouchable. But to Elsie, he is the stranger tied to a night she cannot remember, the father of her unborn child, and the dangerously possessive man who has claimed her as his own. Surrounded by those who see her as unworthy and a discarded fiancée who will stop at nothing to reclaim what she believes is rightfully hers, Elsie quickly learns that mercy does not exist in Salvatore’s world. Power is law, loyalty is enforced, and weakness is hunted without hesitation. force marriage Possessive mmc Captivity Pregnancy

"If I was fated to repeat each life with you just to watch you perish, I would choose to put an end to this vicious cycle this time. Let me change your destiny for once and let me destroy the world which has been harming us, even if it meant perishing with the world forever.", Phoenix. What happens when Ivy's sleep disorders issues were a result of her repeated life with Phoenix in her paracosm whom she was protecting but wants to protect her this time round? What happens when in the real world, Phoenix was destined to meet her as Jason who protected her till the end even when they had to face death just to keep her alive? Will Ivy accept all that she had asked for with such a high stack of price to pay?

My life used to be simple and happy. I married the man I loved after nine years together. We had a ten-year-old child and a peaceful home. I believed nothing could break the life we built. Then my adopted sister returned. Mian. At first, I thought it was a blessing. We hadn’t seen each other in years, and I believed our family would finally feel complete again. But slowly, things started changing. My husband began defending her more than me. My parents started believing her words over mine. Even my own child seemed to prefer her company. Every misunderstanding somehow pointed back to me… and every time, Mian was there to comfort everyone else. The strange thing is, she never argues with me. She never openly fights. She only smiles… while everything I love slowly slips out of my hands. Sometimes I wonder if it’s just my imagination. But the more my life falls apart… the more it feels like my sister didn’t come back to reunite with the family. She came back to take my place.

A modern royal setting, the male lead has a leg disability. Five years ago, their statuses were worlds apart. He was the Prince of a nation and she was a commoner; they were fated to end in divorce. When others mocked her for marrying a cripple, she would only give a faint smile. When they divorced, he gripped her chin and demanded, "Am I..." Five years later, they met again. The next day, he came with money to pester her relentlessly.

(This is a love story disguised with abuse!) "Mia Lowder is just a waste!" "Mia Lowder is too vicious, she framed her sister and even hit her own mother." "A person like her should just get out of Falwood." At a banquet, everyone surrounded Mia Lowder, who was sitting in a wheelchair, and cursed her. Suddenly, the cold and ruthless Mr. Grant appeared, protecting her in his arms, "She is my wife, damn it! Anyone who dares to touch her, try it!" Four years ago, she became crippled because of him and left Falwood in despair. Four years later, she insists on marrying him. Everyone was waiting for Benjamin Grant to abandon her again, but no one knew that Mr. Grant had set a trap for a full four years, just so she could return to his side. Soon after, he spoiled Mia Lowder to the extreme, to the point of obsession. Only then did the people of Falwood realize that Mr. Grant was unwell, and pampered his wife recklessly!

It's true love when a man who lacks nothing claims to love you. Ugly and poor men are not necessarily more dependable than the tall, rich and handsome ones. The wealthy magnate Wang is as righteous as he is wicked, yet fundamentally he’s extraordinarily arrogant. The grassroots girl, Yan Xixi, accidentally stumbles into his world, one wants to cheat money, the other wants to cheat people, a series of hilarious misunderstandings, simply hysterical. This novel won the first prize in Tencent's original creation competition, originally named "Inconvenient to Live" and is one of the key online works supported by the China Writers Association.

New Territories Socialite She is the top socialite, she met him at eighteen, he was as dazzling as a diamond. Made for each other. But at that time, her eyes were on another person, "Mr. Feng, you're too big!" Eight years passed, time flies. When a series of business upheavals followed one after another, her socialite status was gone, her husband cheated and betrayed her, and in her downfall, she met him again. She woke up sore from a luxurious bed in the morning. He stood naked, wrapped in only a bath towel, leaned against the window, holding half a glass of red wine, and smiled, "I'm too big?" She: "..." Then many years later, she woke up from the bed of the wife-protecting fanatic. He smiled at her. She firmly said, "Mr. Feng, you're too old!" He: "..." ★ 1V1, clean mind and body, sweet doting story + heart-wrenching story. This is a story about ten years of unwavering love pursuit. Feel free to dive in, you won't regret it.

Trapped in the unspoken rules, eaten up by the devious boss, he can't stop, and is addicted to tangling with her. Between them, one swears never to yield, and the other insists on conquering. Asher Land swears, his biggest goal in this life is to transform Sophie Smith, the fierce little wild cat with sharp claws, into an obedient pet cat!

[The pampering story has ended] For a hundred million, he bought her. "From today onward, you're mine, in body and soul." The man held her, declaring dominantly like an emperor. ... ... Lucas Walker: Xiaoye, you are the rib that God took out of me. Xiaoye: I spit, it is you who is the rib, your whole family is the rib. Baby A: Mommy, is a rib the same as a spare rib? Baby B: I like sweet and sour flavor.

One night of spring breeze, stirring the white window screen fluttering in the air.\n\nOnly a nightstand lamp is on in the room.\n\nThe light is a soft, dim yellow.\n\n......