twisted

A woman's voice is a sin. Her silence is her duty." Edward Anikwe was born a king in a house of nine sisters. Worshipped by his father and served by his mother, he was taught that women were property and "discipline" was a man's right. Anna thought she had found love when she met the brilliant Edward in school. She didn’t realize that his "traditional" values were actually a cage. Now, she is trapped in a marriage where a plate of food placed on the wrong side of the table can trigger a storm of violence. But their daughter, Amanda, is watching. She is learning the rules of the house and she is learning how to break them. In a world where "tradition" is a weapon, can one woman break the chains before they crush her daughter?

(TW: BDSM Adult Content) Behind the doors of Victor’s luxurious apartment lies more than polished marble and designer walls— there is another world. A world where trust and fear walk side by side. Where power and vulnerability blur in a matter of seconds. Tara stepped inside for one reason only: money. But the longer she stays, the more she realizes the price is no longer physical. What’s truly at stake is her sense of self. Victor—the cold, composed, dangerously captivating man—doesn’t simply test limits. He has built something far more deliberate. A Nest. A hidden structure built on hierarchy, discipline, and choice. Every role is earned. Every boundary negotiated. Every step deeper taken willingly. Some remain visitors. Some adapt. A rare few... evolve. Ascend to the highest status: Property. As Tara sinks deeper into Victor’s world, she begins to understand something terrifying— The darkness doesn’t feel like captivity. It feels honest, intimate, and most dangerously, it feels like home. When a piece of her past resurfaces—offering escape, softness, something dangerously close to normal—Victor does not interfere. He simply watches. Because in the Nest, loyalty means nothing if it is not chosen. And Tara must decide— Return to a life that once felt safe, or embrace the version of herself that no longer wants to be saved.

Rey and Fara were the quintessential high school sweethearts—until graduation changed everything. A devastating accident left Rey’s world in fragments, his memories shattered. When he finally woke up, Fara was gone, vanished without a trace as if swallowed by time itself. Years have passed, and Rey has tried to move on. But there’s one thing he can’t shake: the faint, lingering scent of lemon. It’s the only trigger that connects him to a girl he can no longer remember, but whose presence his heart refuses to forget. Enter Sena—Fara’s cheerful, headstrong best friend who knows something isn't right. She’s certain that both Rey and Fara are guarding secrets they’ve never dared to speak aloud. Along with his cousin, Kris, Rey begins a desperate search for the truth, using Sena as his only compass. Will the pieces of their broken past finally click into place, or are some secrets better left buried forever? Setting: Indonesia

He bought me at auction on a Tuesday. Didn't look at me when the hammer fell. Didn't look at me in the car, or when they showed me to my room, or when the schedule arrived slipped under the door like I was a problem that could be managed with a timetable. He just bought me and went back to running his city, and I stood in a bedroom that wasn't mine and understood, with the clarity that comes after everything is already gone, that hatred was the only thing I still owned. Matteo Corvelli killed my father. Dismantled my family. Then purchased the last piece of it. Me. And began, methodically and without explanation, to build me into something useful. I told myself I was surviving. Told myself the training was a map of his intentions and I was only reading it, only learning the terrain so I could eventually find the exit. I was so certain. So cautious about what I let myself feel in that house, in those rooms, in the spaces between his words where something lived that I refused to name. The problem with studying a man that long is what happens when he starts to look back.

Sovereignty is her pride. Obsession is her downfall. But control is an illusion.

[Warning: This story contains explicit adult content and dark romance themes. It features a strong female lead and a dominant male lead. Expect dangerous plot twists ahead.] I'm Julie Michael I went with my father to a luxurious restaurant in New York, but I never left with him. On a lower floor of a world that doesn’t exist on any map, I discovered the truth: I wasn’t abandoned by accident. I was sold to Robert Cross, a billionaire who buys people for the joy of breaking them. But I refuse to break under his hands. In Robert Cross’s world, everything has a price tag. I was his most expensive purchase, and I intend to be his most dangerous mistake. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ - "You bought my body, but you will not buy my submission," Julie spat. Robert leaned in, his voice a dark hiss: "Commodities don't need to like their masters, Julie... It’s enough that I took a liking to you and bought you, sweetheart." ______________ Julie stomped the floor with her foot, and agitation was clear in the tone of her voice, which rose slightly as she pointed at my face: "You ran your thumb over your lip! You're hinting to me... hinting that I kissed you!" My composure didn't budge; instead, I tilted my head to the side and looked at her with a gaze shrouded in mischief, then said with utter simplicity: "And what is the problem with that? It was just a kiss." -------------------- She waved her hand with bitter irony: "Are you the one who's going to protect me from him?" I nodded, confirming: "Yes." A low growl escaped her, and she said: "You are worse than him." Then I asked her in a confident tone that made her cheeks burn: "Then why were you burying your face in my chest, with your fingers digging into my shirt?" Adult content only Dark Romance Twisted

Betrayal doesn’t always come from strangers. Sometimes, it comes from the people you trust most. She grew up invisible, always overshadowed by the golden child. When her husband entered her life, it wasn’t love that bound them—it was circumstance. She gave everything, nurtured him, and believed in a future that seemed hers. Then came the ultimate betrayal. Her husband, once the man she sacrificed for, was entangled with her sister. The family she trusted had hidden the truth, letting treachery flourish behind her back. Alone but not powerless, she begins a plan of revenge. Every lie, every secret, every calculated move fuels her. And yet, in the shadows of betrayal, an unexpected ally emerges—someone who could help her reclaim what was lost or change everything she thought she knew about love and loyalty. Veins of Betrayal is a gripping tale of deceit, passion, and revenge, where secrets come at a cost, hearts are never safe, and trust can be the deadliest weapon of all.

[Warning: R-18] ****** Synopsis What happens when the ice meets the fire in the same firm? Leonora has returned to her home country and this time it's for good. She didn't return alone, she brought someone with her who will add a bit of spice to her world. And to make things worse, she's going to be working with the man she left behind. As soon as he hears the sound of Mr Dark calling out his name, Patrick Andrade feels a chill go through his entire body. And upon seeing the handsome Patrick Andrade, who has not lost his charm and good taste in clothes, dressed in a very formal outfit, Leonora feels nothing but indifference toward him. What Patrick didn't know is that just like him, Leonora as well is a different woman now. If they have become unapproachable cold-hearted people, it's because of what happened to them years ago. What will happen when the truth of their past comes to light? Will Leonora overcome their differences and let their love rekindle or will she move on and start over with somebody else? ****** Author's Note: If you're looking for a romantic story where the female lead has a weak personality - or women who endure insults and forgive everything in the name of love, I am sorry to inform you that this book is not about that. This story focuses more on a family's daily life, life as a couple, human rights, and making true friendships in adulthood. This is my first original novel, so I hope you enjoy reading it. The book has a happy ending. If you like the story and would love to support this book, you can do it by leaving your feedback so I know where to improve. Many thanks in advance for your support. With lots of love, Herlove. You can reach me out at: Discord Link: https://discord.gg/tRKcbhttps://discord.gg/tRKcbZ Instagram: Sammy_herc

A DARK HIGH SCHOOL ROMANCE!!! __________ When the new boy moves in across the street, Mia tells herself he is simply quiet. Quiet boys don’t grow black roses that seem darker at night. They don’t wear gloves in warm weather — or look at her as though they’ve known her far longer than they should. But he does. There is something deliberate about him. Something patient. As if every silence is planned and every glance is measured. And when Mia finally steps inside his house, she realizes something far more unsettling than his strange habits — He has been waiting. In a neighborhood where nothing ever happens, secrets begin to bloom beneath the roses. And the closer Mia gets to him, the harder it becomes to tell whether she is uncovering the truth… or walking willingly into it.

As an ordinary person who found herself in another world, Yuna a fanatic reader decided that she is too ordinary and lazy to achieve something big and want to live a leisure and easy live, following the masses and blend in on the new world she found herself in. However, Yuna who thought herself to be quite ordinary tends to accidently create extraordinary things. •Influencing in letting the most feared assassin guild being created •Becoming a legend by creating the most respected Knights •Accidentally led to the establishment of the most devout and pious Temples .......and the list goes on. Yuna who found herself at the centre of it all : "......." Yuna: "I swear I'm only an ordinary person and everything is a mistake! an accident! I don't know anything ༎ຶ⁠‿⁠༎ຶ" Not only that, Yuna also have the knack of attracting all sorts of psychopaths. Psychopath no 1: "I cannot live without you, I won't let you leave me" Psychopath no 2: "You are my God and I am at the mercy of your will" Psychopath no 3: "What do you mean I am free? You are my shackles" Psychopath no 4, 5, 6, 7 : "Master, you cannot abandon us!" Yuna: "Fucking hell, what did I do??? Why Me??? (⁠ ⁠ꈨຶ⁠ ⁠˙̫̮⁠ ⁠ꈨຶ⁠ ⁠)" As a person who is always ordinary, Yuna felt overwhelmed in another world that cannot let her be ordinary! _____________________________________________________________________ Assuming a role of an ordinary person in her previous life but adorn the role of either a God's messanger, Pioneer of Light, Guide, a Path or even the God itself..... A fateful and eventful life of Yuna began in another World. [May the Holy Light be with you] ----------------------------------- English is not my first language and I'm sorry for the inconvenience I cause because of it. Thank you all truly for reading and enjoying it despite the lack.

People shunned me, labeling me a defective Alpha long before I understood what that meant. The only person who ever stayed by my side was Alex. We learned how to survive on the streets together—until he couldn’t take it anymore and started selling drugs. Luck had never touched my life. I was the one who got caught. The woman who stopped me was powerful enough to destroy me in her own twisted way. "A spoon," she said. I didn’t understand how it was possible, but she meant to reduce me to a mere spoon. Then she let me go, warning me never to appear in front of her again. But... I was a really, really unlucky person and met her again. And again. Until it became impossible to walk away from her. Being spared by her felt dangerously close to being chosen for something. Despite knowing it would destroy me, I found myself yearning for more of her. I had no one who truly cared about me. Except Alex. So her mercy slowly began to feel like belonging. ***** It's Omegaverse, where Female Alpha's has a dick.

Detatched and efficient. he has always finished his tasks till his resent task where everything starts going wrong.

Han and Choi Seung have been in a relationship for years. Although it's not a very healthy relationship because both of them are facing a lot in their lives, and it's hard to survive in the business, but they are holding each other until a former idol Chae won joins the international affairs faculty as a junior of Han. And things take a new turn. Han first hate him but of his reputation that was the cause that his idol career ended but slowly when things started to clear in between them. And Han starts to feel attracted towards him. Choi seungmin really like han so he did everything to bring him back. Untill his darkside and past come infornt of him. That is hard for han to believe. Because he know a very different choi Seung. Will han be able to cope with the situation or will leave him and go to Chae won.?

#DarkRomance #PossessiveAlpha #FeistyOmega #RoyalCourt #SlowBurnBond #Mpreg #ABO #Yaoi #Collar #Dominant The Mad King of Saha stands seven-foot-three, ruling a sleek modern empire with a reputation for brilliance and madness. He lost one mate to his brother-in-arms and swore never again. Then a wedding, a poisoned glass… and Christopher Malek. A sharp-tongued stand-in server who thinks he saves a king but only blows his own cover: he’s a dominant omega, unmarked and unbonded. Will a mad king and a hidden omega bend toward each other… or will the court tear them apart before a bond can even form? Order of Books: [BL] Reborn as the Empire’s Most Desired Omega Caught by the Mad Alpha King

When five powerful American heiresses cross the Atlantic in search of titles, England expects beauty, money, and obedience. It receives none of those things. Rowena Vale arrives at Ashbourne Manor with her fortune carefully guarded and her intentions even more so. A strategic alliance with the cold and calculating Duke Alistair Ashbourne promises security for both their families but Rowena did not come to England merely to marry. She came to secure power. Beside her stand four equally formidable young women: Lucienne Fairrow, whose charm masks a dangerous talent for manipulation; Juniper Locke, reckless and thrilling, hiding debts that could destroy her; Elowen Price, quiet and underestimated, who sees more than she reveals; and Aurelia Dane, sharp-minded and politically driven, sent to England with a mission that reaches far beyond romance. But the London Season is no fairytale. Behind chandeliers and silk gloves lurk financial ruin, political conspiracies, secret societies, poisoned alliances, and men who believe power is their birthright. When a scandal erupts within the walls of Ashbourne Manor, whispers turn to accusations and suspicion falls dangerously close to the American girls who were never meant to survive English high society. As friendships strain under ambition and love becomes a weapon rather than a promise, the five heiresses must decide what they are truly willing to sacrifice: their reputations, their loyalties, or their hearts. Because in England, crowns are not given. They are taken. And sometimes, they are burned.

Evelyn Walters was the perfect heiress, until one reckless night with her father’s greatest enemy ruined everything. Pregnant, disgraced, and cast out of the Walters family, she left with nothing but her unborn child. Years later, she's survived. But as a single mother, the life she built was fragile until the man from her past discovered the truth. Now he wants her and his son. But how can Evelyn trust the father of her child... when he's also the enemy of the man who raised her? **** Excerpt: "B-Boss... the woman you slept with that night... she wasn't the supermodel the company just signed," Dylan stammered, his voice trembling. Axel's brow furrowed even further. He tried digging through the hazy, alcohol-soaked memories of that night.  Of course, he remembered the party. He remembered the whiskey. But the woman? Nope. His brain served up a blank slate. "Who was she?" Dylan swallowed. "The first daughter of William Walters." "Cough! Cough!" Axel coughed violently, his face turning red and eyes wide with shock. He never thought that woman would end up in his bed.  --- Curiosity won, as always. Evelyn grabbed the remote and hit the power button. The screen lit up, and her jaw dropped. Her eyes went wide, as if the Grim Reaper himself had just stepped out of the TV to ask for her phone number. “What the…? Why does my personal source of misery pop up the second I turn this thing on?” Because there he was, Axel Knight, gliding out of his luxury car like some corporate deity on his way to a business banquet. Evelyn scrambled for the remote to turn it off, but of course, fate had other plans. Axel turned to the camera and gave a casual wave, acknowledging the paparazzi vultures lined up outside. She hated to admit it, but the man looked sinfully good in his signature black suit and high turtleneck, his sleek black hair framing a face that could stop traffic and quite possibly her breathing. Then, suddenly, her stomach clenched. Her hand instinctively rubbed her flat belly. “Little tenant, did you just say you recognize him?”

For Kiara, life was supposed to be peaceful until one fateful day when she was told she had two years of her life left to live. Faced with this harsh reality, she decided to fly back home. On the day she returned, she met Fionn. Fionn Clarkson, a man detached from love and marriage, is faced the dilemma of getting married in a month's time or else lose his CEO position in his father's company. Fueled with a spark of attraction and with so much to lose, he proposed marriage to Kiara. Kiara didn't ask for all this; she just wanted to enjoy her last days on earth. And so, she immediately rejected the arrangement. But with Fionn's persistence, she agreed to the marriage anyway. After all, she had just a fraction of her life left. However, Kiara realised she had a lot to lose when she found out she got herself into something darker. At the moment, her life was not only threatened by her illness but also by the dangers that came with being the wife of Fionn Clarkson. What will happen when the two fall in love? And what will happen when Fionn finds out about her illness?

A journey of Hope, Struggles and Triumph

After the glitch in the finals, EGO does not announce an error. It continues. As rumors of a higher threshold begin circulating, old names resurface. Old patterns repeat. And the system feels less like a game—and more like something watching. Some players chase rank. Others chase control. Raxian isn’t sure what he’s chasing anymore. But something has started responding.

I’m your average girl—well, *was*—who spends most of her days buried in CEO romance novels. Yeah, I know, *so cliche*, right? But hey, we all have our guilty pleasures. So, what about work, you ask? Well, my job made it easy to read the day away as long as I got my tasks done by the end of the day. Sounds perfect, right? Simple, right? Well, that's because I was a librarian. *Past tense.* Why? Because some arrogant, narcissistic jerk gets me fired. Why? Apparently, I didn’t notice him walking up to the counter because I was too busy getting lost in my latest book. Now, you’d think any *normal* person would just tap me on the shoulder and say, “Excuse me.” But no, this guy *decides* to get me fired. Rude? Oh, you bet. But that’s not even the worst part. Oh, no. The real problem started when I decided to get my revenge. That’s when I got tangled up with him… in more ways than one. Now, not only am I working for this narcissistic jerk, but I’m doing it undercover. Why? Because apparently, he has an issue with women working for him... especially when things get *too close* in the sheets. (Yeah, you *get* where this is going.) So, I’m pretending to be a man. Why? Because I need the job. It’s high-paying, and it’s my ticket out of my miserable, *pathetic* life. I mean, revenge is great and all, but I’ve got bills to pay. Money’s my new love, and there’s no way I’m letting some petty rivalry get in the way of it. The tricky part? Balancing my need for cash with the fear of being exposed. I’ve got two huge secrets: one, I’m the woman who shared the sheets with him. And two? I’m a woman, disguised as a man, and praying every day that my cover doesn’t blow. One wrong move, and my entire life—my job, my reputation, my *revenge*—could come crashing down. So, yeah, no pressure. But hey, what’s life without a little drama, right? Right."