twisted

In this world, there are people who can see beyond the normal naked eyes. These people can read minds,talk to the dead and connect to the unseen. They can talk to death itself. Orisi Mani is a 19 year old high school graduate from an extremely poor family in Uganda, ever since she was born, nothing interested her, not even the grinning ghosts she met when she first opened her eyes from her mothers womb. She can tell what one is thinking without trying and that alone made her more lonely. However, She soon finds herself having to save her mother from a major set up that could lead to her death, hence having to reveal her real identity. In the process, she attracts good and bad people. After saving her mother, she just wants to continue her life as before but this is no longer possible, rumor has already spread among the living and the dead... This story follows Orisi Mani as she takes on the journey of fighting evil, saving lives and adjusting to the life she once didn't want to step in.

[Warning: Possessive and yandere alphas, kidnapping, harem, and smut!] Lucien de Luca, heir to blood and bullets, wears the crown of the Lucero Syndicate, the most feared mafia in the country. A ruthless don with an empire at his feet, he built his throne on loyalty, violence, and cold calculation. But beneath the smoke, silk, and gunpowder, Lucien hides a dangerous secret. He’s not just the mafia’s serpent king, he’s an omega. And not just any omega, one who craves to be claimed, knotted, and broken by the kind of alpha strong enough to put him on his knees. The betrayal comes from within. His stepbrother—beloved right-hand, trusted shadow—sells him to five rival alphas, thinking it will erase Lucien from the game and leave the Lucero empire ripe for the taking. Only Lucien isn’t the helpless pawn his brother imagines. He’s the one holding the strings. He lets himself fall into the hands of his enemies… Because what better way to satisfy his darkest desires than to be devoured by four predators at once? But betrayal never goes unpunished. Before surrendering himself, Lucien left behind a gift, one last trap. And when it springs, his brother’s dream of power will burn to ashes, while Lucien takes his place exactly where he’s always longed to be: tangled in the arms of his alphas, finally free to indulge the filthy, dangerous hunger he’s denied all his life.

I mean, what more can I say? My life was worse than a nightmare. Tagged the treacherous, wolfless, worthless adoptive daughter of the Moores, wasn’t enough punishment until my path collided with those of a stranger. The same one I had saved. Same I regretted ever meeting. Same who became the very bone in my throat, threatening to choke the living breath out of me. But when the hands of time ticked and the choice of fate altered, what more could possibly change? What could ever take away the hollow, nor erase the scars etched deep into my bruised heart? Nothing. Absolutely nothing. I am Amanda. The girl tossed mercilessly by fate and her own little act of kindness.

He took her body, her trust, and her heart—but tonight, she takes his life. "...making love to you when I will, which I will..." Alpha Gonzalo Kenyon's eyes danced wickedly, his voice threading with pride and a promise of power. The words slid under Liora's skin like poison, impossible to ignore, and impossible to forget. They can either walk a mile in her shoes and feel the pain they caused her, or they can sever their legs as they severed her heart. Only a fish can know how deep the ocean is. Only a bird can know how high the sky is. Only a polar bear can know how cold the Arctic is. Only the betrayed can know how much betrayal hurts. Slowly, Liora pressed the ceremonial dagger meant for Alpha blood into Gonzalo's chest, the blade sinking deep with chilling finality. Blood surged upward in thick, dark bursts, gushing across his bare skin and pooling around the altar where they had just made love. Gonzalo’s eyes flew open, wild and disbelieving. A snarl twisted his lips, but no words came—only a strangled gasp as his lungs filled with blood. His hands grasped at her wrists, strength faltering, the power that once ruled pack and land draining with every beat of his dying heart. His bones cracked softly beneath his skin, shifting, as though the wolf inside him was fighting to rise one last time.

“Oh my god! The prince sent an invitation for the upcoming royal ball!” Eleanor exclaimed, her voice trembling with excitement as she waved the golden-sealed letter in her hand. “The royal ball!?” Anna and Cindy squealed, nearly toppling over their chair in delight. “Shh! We don’t want Ella to hear about this,” Eleanor hissed, glancing nervously over her shoulder. And there she was, Ella, standing by the doorway with her eyes gleaming, ready to pounce on anyone in sight. “Did someone say balls?” Ella grinned widely, her smile wide enough to make her mother and sister flinch. “No, no—it’s a royal ball, a ball. It’s where people… dance,” Eleanor stammered, her voice faltering. “Well, then,” Ella said, her grin stretching further, “there’s going to be a lot of balls there.” And with that, Ella darted to her room, already rummaging through her drawers. Ella wasn’t just dreaming of going to the royal ball— she dreams of every ball. In a kingdom obsessed with beauty and perfection, Ella, long ridiculed as the “ugly half-sister,” has spent her life in the shadows of her graceful and adored sisters. However, Ella never allowed mockery to pierce her strange, unbothered world. She focused on the hobby that kept growing—collecting balls and other round-shaped items. When the royal family announced the grand ball to find a bride for their prince, Eleanor’s heart sank. She feared Ella’s oddities might bring embarrassment to their family. Desperate to uphold their name, Eleanor resolved to turn her awkward daughter into a refined young lady, no matter how severe the training. “Posture, Ella! You’re not a hunchbacked scarecrow!” “Smile softly, not like you’re about to eat someone!” But despite Eleanor’s strict lessons, Ella’s wild grin never faded. It only sharpened. When the night of the royal ball finally arrived, the palace glimmered under crystal chandeliers. The prince stood poised, the very image of perfection, until the grand doors opened. Ella entered, her gown shimmering with hundreds of tiny glass spheres sewn into the fabric, catching every flicker of light. The room fell silent as a faint, musical clinking echoed with each step she took. The prince turned, his flawless gaze locking with hers. Ella smiled, leaning close enough for only him to hear. “I’ve always loved balls,” she whispered. The prince’s lips parted slightly, his polished smile faltering as if he wasn’t quite sure what he was looking at. Ella tilted her head, her grin fierce and unrestrained. Then, the grand doors opened again. Gasps rippled through the crowd like a wave breaking on marble. With that, a mysterious woman in a simpler dress entered.

(A spin-off of “Submitting to My Ex-Uncle”. However, can be read alone) ……… He ruined her once. Now, she belongs to another man. Three years after Elias shattered her heart and disappeared, Amara has rebuilt her life. Or at least, pretended to. Her books are bestsellers now, her name was highly adored, and her smile well practiced. However, when the ghosts of her past resurface, she does the unthinkable. She immediately marries Travis Alden. Cold. Brilliant. Dangerous. A man who doesn’t believe in love but needs a wife for reasons of his own. It was supposed to be a business arrangement. No touch. No feelings. And no complications. Until Elias returns. Her first love, and her greatest sin. A fire she thought she buried comes roaring back to life. Travis tempts her with safety and devotion. Slowly, he even began to show her what love really felt like. Meanwhile, Elias drags her back into the darkness she once called home. He still looks at her like she’s the only prayer he ever learned to say. And when he whispers mine against her skin, the line between past and present blurs dangerously. In a world where desire is a weapon and love is the deadliest addiction, Amara must decide which man she’s willing to burn for. The husband who would kill to keep her, or the ex who already destroyed her once? ………. “I love my marriage, Elias.” She said it too quickly. The words escaped her lips like a reflex, and not a truth. Elias’s eyes darkened. He stepped closer, slow and deliberate, until the air between them felt charged enough to burn them. “Do you?” he asked, voice low. Too low. It trembled with everything between pain and hunger. “Then why do your pupils dilate when I walk in, Amara?” She swallowed hard, her spine pressing lightly against the wall behind her. He was close enough for her to feel the whisper of his breath near her temple “You don’t get to do this anymore.” She gasped at him. He smiled. “Do what? Remind you what it felt like to actually want someone?” Her pulse raced; she hated that he could still read it, and still hear it. “Stop it.” Elias reached up, brushing a loose strand of her hair back behind her ear. His fingertips grazed her skin, light as a ghost, and yet she felt it everywhere. “You can tell him you love him all you want,” he murmured, his lips just an inch from her ear, “but just don’t look at him like this when you do.” She exhaled sharply, trying to turn away, but he caught her wrist gently, not to restrain her, just to remind her. “Because that look…” he whispered, his voice breaking slightly, “this look used to be mine.”

[■??—■•] lived the life she AlWayS?WaNTed■… or so she was made to believe. Where skies never storm. Where doors don’t slam. Where nothing hurts enough to leave a scar. But then came the dreams. They didn’t scream. They whispered. In a language older than memory, stitched between shadows and static. It was the first crack in a perfect cycle. Now, her hands don’t feel like her own. Mirrors refuse to lie. And the silence in her chest is beginning to speak. Somewhere, beneath this [■—·•■?] skin of comfort, beneath the smile that fits too well, lies the life she left behind. The one she -.-- ...- - - ...- .-- / --. .-.. / ..- .-.. .. - ...- --. .-.-.- At night, she wanders through shattered reflections.. of who she was, who she is, and that something else watching in between. [Redacted] is fading. [Redacted] c■nt h?lp ■ou anym■re. And something ancient is stirring in the silence between heartbeats. When the veil finally tears, will she run back to the dream she mistook for love..? or open her eyes to the life that ended her?

"Anna is mine to play, mine to ruin." The words whispered in a manic, possessive voice, as Edward Lamson watches a man bleed at his feet. Anna Slora has always tried to live a peaceful life, burying a dark past she refuses to remember. But when people around her start disappearing, what first seems like coincidence becomes a horrifying revelation, she is connected to the victims in ways she never imagined. As her past claws its way back, Anna must face secrets she thought were dead, and a darkness that could consume her alive.

Aria Valencia’s life implodes when her father disappears after betraying the DeLuca mafia. Alone, confused, and drowning in debt, Aria is abducted and brought before the notorious Don, Luciano DeLuca. Instead of ordering her death, he makes her a terrifying offer—marry him for a year, become his secret wife, and the debt dies with her father. Luca’s reasons aren’t love; it’s about power, appearances, and control. But under the chilling glare of his steel-gray eyes, Aria feels something disturbingly electric—a pull she shouldn’t crave. Desperate and cornered, she signs the contract, stepping into a world of danger, luxury, and secrets where no one leaves unchanged.

Being known as a demoness, the angel of death's best friend, and many other cursed titles for the heiress of a gangster group seems like commonplace. But no one knows that Alice has one small, ridiculous ambition. She wants to have a simple life with her beloved husband and children if God gives her a second life. Alice assumes God is bored with granting her final wish before dying in a clan war. She wakes up in the body of another woman, a popular celebrity who died regretfully after getting married. Can Alice, the cursed woman, succeed in playing her role as a good wife and mother in place of the celebrity?

Nova Celestia, after her brutal heartbreak three years ago, swore she would never get involved with any man again. Her walls became so high, even she had forgotten the woman she used to be. But her defenses are challenged by a mysterious force: Aaron William Laurent, heir to the richest and oldest European family, who is hiding his identity to uncover those siding with his uncle and brother within the company. Aaron is cold, brutal, cruel, and morally twisted. He doesn’t pray. He doesn’t beg. He does whatever he must to get what he wants. Until her, he never desired any woman. Nova finds herself trapped in the twisted inheritance game of the Laurent family — and something even bigger: darker secrets all connected to the man who looks at her as if she is his only compass. One drunk night, one kiss, one confession, and desire changes the trajectory of their lives. “Forget what happened that night. We were drunk,” she says coldly. “Forget it? No, Princess. You can rewrite that night a million times, and I refuse to forget how I marked you,” he says, holding her jaw. Nova doesn’t know she has become the object of desire — the obsession — of the very Young Master everyone warned her not to defy. Blood, betrayal, sacrifice, fear, desire, forbidden fruit, and love so intense that even lifetimes would bend to bring them back together. “Take my everything. I will beg. I will pray. I will sacrifice every part of me. Just give her back to me, please.” And love made the man who never believed in God — who never knelt before anyone — fall to his knees under the sky, begging for the only woman who makes sense of his life.

In the span of a year, I lost my entire family. My father was killed in a helicopter crash with my grandfather. My mother was condemned by society and lost her life at the hands of the patient’s family. My eldest brother worked himself to death trying to hold everything together. My second brother was destroyed by the entertainment world he once loved. And my youngest sister, barely eighteen, was bullied to the point of suicide. When I returned home after a few years abroad, all that was left of them were ashes and whispers. Now, with my hawk-like relatives circling the family legacy my bloodline built for over a century, I have only one way to keep it from being devoured. Marriage. It was the condition for me to receive it. So I chose a stranger. Not just any stranger, the coldest one I could find. A man who wouldn’t flinch even if I drowned the world in blood. He looked at me from across his office, his eyes sharp, unreadable. “Why should I marry you?” he asked. “Just because of that century-old inherita—” “I don’t care about that,” I cut him off. He frowned, annoyed or intrigued, I couldn’t tell. “All I’m saying,” I told him. “Is that I can give you an entertainment you’ll never forget.” He said nothing. Just stared. So I stood, walked to his window, and watched the city spread beneath us. “Don’t you think this place is already too boring?” I asked softly. “I plan to run amok. To turn this country upside down. Maybe even the world.” When I turned back to him, there was something different in his gaze. Interest. Maybe danger. “I don’t care about the money,” I said. “But I won’t let them have a single cent. I’ll use every drop of it to wreak havoc…” A cold smile tugged at my lips. “…and let blood rain.” He raised a brow, the corner of his mouth curving slightly. “Oh,” he said. “That is indeed… interesting.”

Axel, the illegitimate son of a powerful Alpha, was branded a demon from birth. Feared and despised by his own pack, he embraced his monstrous reputation—until a seer’s prophecy named him the true heir. His stepbrother Darius, consumed by envy, slaughtered the seer and poisoned Axel to steal his destiny. But the poison backfired: instead of dying, Axel lost his mortal body and rose as an immortal soul, invisible to all… except one girl: Fiona. Labelled a traitor’s daughter and forced to live in the palace grounds, she unwittingly becomes the obsession of the new Alpha, Darius. When Axel discovers the one person who can see him is his enemy’s prize, he seizes his opportunity. She will be his pawn in a game of spectral vengeance; he will use her to orchestrate a spectacle of brutality that will destroy them both. Now, Fiona is trapped between two dangerous enemies. To escape her bondage, she must navigate the schemes of a tyrant who desires her and the manipulations of a vengeful immortal who sees her as a tool. Picking a side is not a choice but a necessity for survival. But as their twisted bond deepens, Axel faces a haunting question: Is she merely a tool for vengeance, the key to his own redemption or his ultimate damnation?

Sienna was the quiet, sweet twin, happy to live in the shadow of her wild sister, Sophia. But when Sophia runs away from her high stakes arranged marriage, Sienna is given a terrifying, non negotiable command, take Sophia's identity and marry the ruthless billionaire, Adrian Richard, or face the complete destruction of her life. Trapped in a luxurious prison, the innocent Sienna is forced to pretend to be the unhinged sister she despises. Yet, the hardest part isn't the daily deception; it’s the dizzying, forbidden attraction she develops for the man who is supposed to be her brother-in-law. Adrian, believing he is marrying the volatile Sophia, is cold and demanding, but his sharp gaze seems to see straight through Sienna’s fragile façade, and their forced proximity ignites a chemistry that burns through every rule of propriety. She soon finds herself falling into his bed, sleeping with her sister's husband knowing that he was not rightfully hers, but Adrian awakens a scorching, undeniable desire in her she had no idea she possessed. Their nights become a reckless game of deceit and passion, making the stolen identity feel intoxicatingly real. But what happens when Sienna has fully given into the desire, when she has claimed her spot in Adrian's life and his bed, and the one person who can ruin everything comes back? When her sister, the real Sophia, returns asking for her husband back, will Sienna fight for the best, most explosive sex of her life, or will she let the man she’s come to love and the identity she stole go?

In the divided kingdom of Florenthel, emotions aren’t invisible they grow. Joy sprouts vibrant blossoms along your arms. Longing forms delicate vines across your skin. Grief? It withers everything. And rage manifests in sharp, curling thorns. Rheya Valemir, daughter of a disgraced noble house, is known as The throned. Her skin bears nothing but violent roses and razor-sharp vines, a living reminder of heartbreak, betrayal, and a curse no one dares to question. When the rival kingdom of Virolion proposes a political marriage to solidify a fragile peace, Rheya is chosen as a bride not because she’s wanted, but because she’s expendable. Her groom, Prince kael thorn, is a man as feared as she is. Rumored to feel nothing, to freeze with a glance, and to wear gloves not for vanity but protection. Thrown into a court where masks are armor and emotions are weapons, Rheya expects cruelty. Instead, she finds an uneasy ally in Kael. He doesn’t shy from her thorns in fact, he may be the only one who understands what it means to survive your own magic. But love is dangerous. Their union awakens ancient forces: a Lost garden , once believed myth, and a flower, said to only bloom for soul-bound lovers. And some in the court would rather see Rheya burn than blossom. As war brews and betrayal roots deep, Rheya and Kael must unearth the truth behind their powers, their pasts… and the love that might finally set them free or destroy them both.

Mirabella's twin sister stole her identity and left her buried in debts. To her surprise, she found herself married to an evil billionaire, Josef Harlington, who promised to make her life a living hell. Can Mirabella escape her fate if she pretended to be the real wife or tell him he got the wrong wife?

Two billionaires. One woman. A secret that could ruin them all. When Meera’s eviction notice arrives, she thinks she’s losing her home until two powerful men decide she’s worth fighting for. Tobias Moretti, the ruthless billionaire landlord who hides desire behind control. And Adrian Wolfe, her failed talking stage from a dating app turned secret billionaire, who can’t seem to let her go. Both offer her a new life. Both hide dangerous truths. And both want her for reasons she can’t yet understand.Tobias offers her a new apartment, a lifeline wrapped in luxury and mystery. Adrian, on the other hand, offers his own place, and a past that refuses to let go. Both offers come with strings, both men have secrets, and Meera is stuck in the middle of something bigger than heartbreak. Tension builds with every chapter, late-night texts from an unknown number, parties filled with watching eyes, accidental touches that linger too long. Tobias plays his cards close, but the moment Meera looks into his eyes, she sees a storm that could destroy them both. Adrian, however, wears his heart like a weapon, using it to win her back, protect her, or maybe control her. When the tenants finally move out, Meera chooses to find her own place instead of accepting help from either man. For once, she wants control. But even in her new home, peace doesn’t last. Her best friend Rebecca returns after years apart, offering comfort and laughter, yet something feels off. The shadows haven’t left her. Someone knows where she is. Someone is watching, she realizes the real game has just begun. As the line between protection and possession blurs, Meera must decide who to trust and who’s playing her heart. Because one man wants to claim her. The other wants to own her. And someone, somewhere, already knows where she stays now.

#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

Synopsis: Kendra Hills thought she had found love in Daniel—the perfect boyfriend who made her believe in happily ever after. But her fairytale shattered when she uncovered the cruel truth: Daniel and his father, her family’s driver, had been using her all along. Heartbroken and betrayed, Kendra tries to rebuild her life with the support of Aunt Grace and her long-absent mother. Just as she begins to heal—and feels a new spark with Stephen, the mysterious young driver who shows her kindness—her world is thrown into chaos again. Her estranged father returns, demanding she marry a stranger to save his failing empire. Trapped between betrayal, forbidden love, and a dangerous family secret, Kendra must decide: surrender her freedom… or fight for her heart.

"Now, if you are done, undress and dance for me like a good girl you are." Broke and desperate, Elira signs a contract with the city's youngest billionaire. She must be his romantic partner, whenever, wherever, and however he wants. No love. No promises. Only control. But when sparks ignite and secrets unravel, will they erase the contract? Or write a new one?