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Isn’t she a bully? Then why is she suddenly so sweet to me? ... All my life, I’ve remembered her as my nemesis, one of my greatest fears back in high school my wicked desk mate, my evil roommate. I would shiver at the mere mention of her name, ELENA MORGAN, even while trying to keep my composure. There was something about her presence the quiet danger in her gaze, the way she carried power like a crown that always made me tremble. Seven years later, fate played its cruel trick. I met her again, Elena Morgan not as my classmate this time, but as my boss. The heiress to one of New York’s biggest empires, the Solaria Group. I had no choice but to work under her as her secretary. At first, I tried to brace my mind, believing she would still be the tough, ruthless girl I remembered. But I should’ve guarded my heart instead… Because she isn’t just powerful she’s sweet in ways that burn slowly, tenderly, until resistance feels impossible. Slowly, I begin to see the truth the reason behind her coldness in school, and how I had mistaken her quiet protection for cruelty. And now, piece by piece, she dissolves the fear I once felt… replacing it with something far more dangerous, a longing I can’t escape, and a love that I can’t resist.

"I don't believe in miracles. I believe in survival." Amara is a woman of light living in a world of shadows. As a hotel cleaner and a single mother to five-year-old Maisie, her life is a cycle of exhaustion and invisibility. She hides her breathtaking beauty behind a uniform and a tired smile, her only goal being to keep her daughter safe. But when a devastating fire traps them in a collapsing hotel, Amara’s strength finally fails. In the suffocating smoke, she prepares for the end until a man who looks like a god of destruction shatters the door. Caden is cold, calculated, and carved from stone. A man with "worker’s hands" and a billionaire’s power, he leads an elite rescue squad that operates where the police won't go. He isn't supposed to feel anything for the victims he saves, but one look into Amara’s emerald green eyes changes everything. After paying her medical bills in secret, Caden tries to walk away. He’s a "robot," a man of logic, and Amara is a chaotic storm of emotion and "high-vibration" energy. But when he finds her standing in the rain outside her flooded home, he realizes that some fires can't be put out. Amara doesn't recognize the man in the flashy car as her savior. To her, he’s just a rugged stranger with jet-black eyes and a dangerous magnetic pull. He offers her a place to stay. She offers him a reason to feel. But as the secret of who started the fire begins to unravel, Caden realizes that saving Amara was the easy part. Keeping her might cost him everything.

August Caeser is living in a Nuclear Apocalypse, In a bunker with 1,247 people's worth of family, extended family, friends of theirs, girl/boyfriends of theirs too, whores, business partners, their families too, basically too many variables for the Contessa in her to like. Especially when her family was poor. But she is close to the Owners' of the Bunker, the Cato family. For better or for worse. As she already knows she wants to ruin her social life again and again trying to get married in this Bunker. Let alone, she might want a better job at some point. As your Work Effort and Quality determines your rewards during this time in the Bunker.

Lane Allen, an A-rank Guide, got injured on an emergency mission suppressing a dungeon break, and perished in his almost-lover’s arms. As the remaining members of his team continued to fight for their lives, in a fancy apartment in a distant part of the city, a young man opened his eyes. “Phew… That hurt like hell…” “It’s a bit of a shame to switch so soon… But I guess it is what it is.” “Anyway, who should I become next?” Actually, Lane Allen was not a Guide, but rather an Esper with a mysterious Plunder ability! It allowed him to possess other people’s bodies, and steal their awakened abilities. Keeping his real body safe, Lane could enjoy life to the fullest, constantly swapping identities, and doing whatever he wanted without ever worrying about the consequences! How great was that? Except… Damien Lennox grabbed Lane’s arm, and pressed him against the wall, his clear green eyes staring down at Lane intently, as if he could see right through him. “There’s no one else whose guidance feels so harsh and chaotic, yet pleasing at the same time.” It seems that Damien was somehow able to recognize Lane even after switching identities, and is unwilling to let him go? . . . Villainous protagonist who couldn’t care less (at least for now~) x Righteous love interest possessive of MC! Top x top :> #Guideverse #guide #esper

Sia is an orphan living under the quiet weight of gratitude and control. Raised by her uncle and aunt after losing her parents, she is expected to repay care with obedience—especially when a marriage date is fixed without her consent. Unable to breathe in a life decided for her, she runs to a new city, chasing independence through a job interview she believes she has ruined. Instead, she is hired. Her new workplace is ruthless. The assistant humiliates her. The pressure is constant. But the man at the top—the CEO—steps in. Powerful, composed, and unreadable, he shields her in ways that blur professional lines. As Sia slowly finds stability, emotions begin to surface. What she doesn’t know is that her boss is hiding a dangerous truth: a fake marriage created for corporate image, a lie that entangles everyone around him. When secrets surface and trust fractures, Sia is forced to question everything—her feelings, her freedom, and the man she thought she understood. In a world built on appearances, how much of love can survive a lie?

Reader Disclaimer This story is a fanfiction inspired by the original work Chainsaw Man, created by Tatsuki Fujimoto. It is not an official work, not canon, and represents an alternative interpretation intended for a mature audience (18+). All original characters, settings, and concepts belong to their respective rights holders. Vanessa was never meant to exist in this world. An adult woman—lucid, morally unrestrained, and fully aware of her own desires—she is violently torn from her reality and cast into the brutal, absurd universe of demon hunters. Unlike others, she is not chosen to be a hero, a savior, or a martyr. Instead, she enters into a forbidden pact with a primal entity: the Devil of Desire. This contract grants her neither pleasure nor love. It turns desire, frustration, obsession, and jealousy into raw, corrosive power. The more she is wanted, the more dangerous she becomes. The more someone grows attached to her, the closer they come to ruin. In a world already ruled by fear, violence, and manipulation, Vanessa acts as a slow-burn poison. Her presence destabilizes demon hunters, fractures emotional balance, and inevitably draws the attention of Makima, who immediately recognizes her as an anomaly that cannot be controlled. With Denji, whose desires are simple, desperate, and painfully human, Vanessa hesitates—exploit him, or spare him. With Power, chaos becomes intimate, volatile, and impossible to contain. With Makima, a silent war unfolds, where domination, control, and corruption replace blades and contracts. Chainsaw Man: Lust Contract is an R18 fanfiction blending brutal action, psychological violence, explicitly adult themes, and isekai elements, where desire is never romantic—only dangerous. Here, every impulse has a cost. And Vanessa is willing to make the world pay it.

"What happens when your one-night stand plans to become your stepdad?" It's been two weeks since that night, but I still can't forget him. It was so enthralling that the thrill stuck to my bones till now. It weighed on my mind like a dumbbell and cost me my concentration. A man so hot... Ah, how could I forget him? I wanted to see him again. I wanted to feel his warmth, his aggressive arms, and the way he smirked ever so often while I moaned like a messed-up recorder underneath him, sounds he seemed to favor. But it was just a fling between two strangers. No strings attached, and no names involved. I thought I would never see him again, until he showed up in my living room with his arms around my mother. And she said, "Ha-Joon, this is Tae-Hyun, my fiancé. We're getting married in a few days, so get ready." My heart stopped for a moment as my world shook. And then he looked at me, his devilish eyes met mine. I gulped. They were those same eyes that had seen too much of me. He remembered me, that was certain. And judging by the way he smirked at me, he wasn't done with me yet. Just how did that handsome, no, how did that hot man suddenly gain the identity of my stepfather? (A curious naive college student who wanted to have sex for the first time took his first dive into danger, only to find out the tiger he slept with was about to become his family) Note: this isn't an incest story so read the auxiliary chapter to know more before coming to your conclusion.

I am a new author, so there might be some grammatical errors. Try not to be too harsh. And don't forget to share your valuable reviews. SYNOPSIS "You are my mate, I am not going to share you with anyone, not even my brothers " his whispering tone felt like melted sugar in my ears. I was drowning in his scent, my mind was in a frenzy. Suddenly, I woke up with a start, panting heavily after a steamy wet dream which I have been having quite a lot lately. Myra Miracle, an orphan since birth, visits her childhood best friend Nora to Kimberg to. While she was having dinner with Nora and her parents, she felt dizzy and enchanted at the same time for some unknown reasons. Later that evening, she met four hot, handsome and mesmerizing people which made her restless all night long. Since then she has been having wild dreams. Why is that so? Why is she so attracted to her best friend's brothers?

There are no women left in the werewolf world. At least, that's what the packs tell themselves. The world is ruled by wolves. And wolves have no queens. Female werewolves are extinct—erased by time, war, or something worse. No one dares to speak of them. No one remembers how they looked. No one *survived* them. Except her. Raised as a mistake. Hidden like a curse. She bound her chest in bloody cloth and learned to walk with a limp so they wouldn't see her hips. She spoke in growls and spit like the boys. She pissed in the dirt and pretended not to bleed. Her grandfather called her deformed. Said she was sick. A freak. Told her if the pack ever found out what she really was, they’d rip her to shreds. And she believed him. Until the night of her first shift—when her bones broke and reformed into something unmistakably *female*. Now, the secret she was told would kill her becomes the reason she's sold. Five alphas. Five monsters in human skin. Rulers of a vicious, dying pack. They've been waiting their entire lives for something like her. Something to fuck. Something to breed. Something to chain. Now exposed as the only living female werewolf, she is captured and sold like livestock—delivered to five ruthless alphas who rule by claw and blood. Five rivals who see her as salvation and property. A walking womb to breed a new generation. Their personal apocalypse in fragile flesh. But they made one mistake. They thought she was prey. But she is not fragile. She is fire. She is hunger. She is vengeance wrapped in curves and teeth. They want her on her knees. She’ll bring them to theirs. By the time their lust turns lethal and their unity rots into war, she’ll have made them hers—or burned them to the fucking ground. She’ll let them fight over her. She’ll let them touch, taste, even claim her. She’ll feed their obsession until it rots into madness. Then she’ll twist their lust into rage—and tear their precious pack apart from the inside. One kiss at a time. One betrayal at a time. One body at a time. She was born to be their ruin.

For five years, Aria Kozlov lived for vengeance. After losing her entire family in a brutal massacre, she was shown one face behind the bloodshed: Billionaire Marcus Thorne. Armed with a dancer’s grace and an assassin’s ruthlessness, she enters his world to destroy him, body, mind, and soul. But nothing is as simple as it seems. As Aria steps into Marcus’s world, she discovers a game far more dangerous and complicated than she ever imagined. With trust a rare commodity and betrayal lurking around every corner, Aria must decide how far she’s willing to go for revenge... and whether some wounds can heal without losing herself. Trained to Destroy Him is a gripping billionaire romance filled with secrets, power plays, and a passion that could either save them or destroy them both.

After my husband cheats, I get my revenge by sleeping with his powerful, estranged father. But my plan backfires when I'm framed for murder and left to die in prison. There, I learn a devastating truth: I'm the secret heir to a vast fortune—the very reason they betrayed me. Now, if I survive, I'll rise from the ashes to claim my legacy and become the stepmother from hell. I have only one goal, to make my ex-husband call me "Stepmother."

He was straight. Even after dying and waking up as the protagonist in his sister’s BL web novel. He was straight. Even with all the male leads practically throwing themselves at his feet. He was straight. Even when his heart inexplicably skipped a beat during romantic moments with one of them. He was straight. Even now... when he could somehow get pregnant. He was straight. There was no denying it. HE. WAS. STRAIGHT! "So, can someone please help me get out of this goddamn novel already?!" [Warning: 18+ content and there will be some themes of non-consent, mentions of abuse and suicide.]

Asteria Arvalis, the forbidden child of prophecy, is destined to either save the realms or bring them to ruin. She has fled her fate for years, but when old shadows rise, escape becomes impossible. At her side stand a man beyond magic’s reach, an angel sworn to her light, and a demon bound to her darkness. Each offers desire. Each offers danger. And each could change the course of destiny. With the Dark God rising, Asteria must choose her path… before the prophecy chooses for her.

The night at the Lockwood estate was thick with the scent of jasmine and the unspoken weight of a hundred years. I stood on the balcony, the music from the ballroom fading into a haunting hum, and for a moment, the world felt still. Then, the air changed. Silas stepped out of the shadows, his presence a cooling balm to the fever of the evening. When he looked at me, it wasn’t just my face he saw—it was my soul, the broken parts I had tried so hard to hide. He reached out, his hand hovering near mine, hesitant, as if I were a fragile dream he was afraid to wake from. "You look like a memory," he whispered, his emerald eyes bright with a sorrow that mirrored my own. "But you feel like the future. I’ve spent a century in the dark, Lyra, just waiting for a light I didn't believe existed until I saw you." His touch was a soft frost, a promise of protection, a love that wanted to mend the cracks in my heart. For a heartbeat, I believed in miracles. I believed I could be more than the girl who survived the bridge. But then, a shadow cut through the moonlight. Jax was leaning against the stone railing, a glass of amber liquid in his hand and a smirk that felt like a blade. He didn't look at me with reverence; he looked at me with a hunger that made my blood sing in terror and desire. He stepped into my space, displacing the peace Silas had brought, smelling of woodsmoke and a dangerous, beautiful ruin. "Don't listen to him, little bird," Jax drawled, his blue eyes raking over me with a lethal intensity. "He wants to worship you in a cathedral of lies. I want to show you the truth. My brother loves the saint he thinks you are. I love the chaos I know is hidden beneath that pretty skin." He leaned down, his breath warm against my ear, a stark contrast to Silas’s chill. "He’ll catch your fall, Lyra. But I’m the one who will teach you how to fly in the dark." I stood between them—the moon and the storm. One offered a sanctuary built on secrets; the other offered a throne built on blood. And as I looked from the emerald gaze of the man who wanted to save me to the icy stare of the man who wanted to claim me, I realized the terrifying truth. I didn't just look like the woman who destroyed them. I was the spark that would finally set their world on fire. In the shadow of Mystic Ridge, the hunt for a heart has begun. One love will crown her. The other will bleed her dry.

Becklan Kross had one dream, to become a model under Leon Verdanis, the ruthless fashion tycoon everyone called Mr. President. But Leon crushed that dream in seconds. Two minutes late, and Becklan was dismissed. One spilled coffee, and Leon humiliated him again in public. What once was admiration turned into pure, burning hatred. So when fate offered Becklan a second chance, not as a model, but as a maid in Leon’s mansion, he took it. Not for the salary. Not for the prestige. For revenge. But Leon Verdanis isn’t just cold. He’s inaccessible. Calculating. Beautiful in a way that hurts. A man who believes love is a weakness, emotions are distractions, and no human is worth his heart. Beck vows to break him. Not romantically, emotionally. He plans to tease him, provoke him, embarrass him, and remind him what it feels like to be powerless. Except… things don’t go according to plan. A dropped towel, a naked CEO, a python named Rose, an accidental fall into Leon’s arms, a grip that was too strong, a stare that was too intense, and a breath that was too close, all of it challenged every ounce of control he had. He was supposed to hate Leon, but his heart began to skip when Leon held him. He burned with desire when Leon smirked, and the man he vowed to destroy suddenly became the one he could not stop wanting. He was supposed to hate him. So why does his heart skip when Leon holds him? Why does he burn when Leon smirks at him? And why does the man he vowed to destroy suddenly become the one he can’t stop wanting? Leon did not believe in love, and Becklan did not believe in forgiveness, yet between the tension, the teasing, the danger, and the secrets, one truth became impossible to ignore. Someone is going to fall first… and no one knows who will give in to love. WARNING: Adults Only. This story is full of heat, mischief, and irresistible temptation. Expect steamy scenes, naughty fun, flirty, funny, playful teasing, downright seductive, and moments that will make your heart race. Not recommended for innocent eyes, or anyone who blushes too easily. Read at your own risk… and enjoy every naughty second.

Wish thought that if she ever got a second chance at life, she would at least wake up in a better story. A spoiled princess. A doomed villainess on the path to redemption. A heroine adored by powerful husbands. Anything would have been fine. That's how stories were supposed to work. Instead, fate—and whatever twisted cosmic editor writes destinies—casts her in the one role she should never have been reborn into: the fat, ugly, unwanted maiden chosen for sacrifice. She awakens in a body mocked by her tribe, pitied by her parents, and avoided by every man. In a world where beast forms define worth, hers is a joke—a puff-fluff fox, a useless cotton cloud that couldn't frighten a butterfly. Worse still, she is the doomed extra whose sole purpose was to die during the Mating Moon Ritual—her death the trigger that allowed the real female lead, a beautiful, weak princess, to earn the devotion of the four almighty beast deities. The Wind Deity—hot-headed, wild, and dangerously unpredictable. The Solar Deity—arrogant, playful, and impossibly radiant. The Sky Deity—silent, calm, and shrouded in mystery. The Night Deity—cold, calculating, and merciless. Except Wish doesn't die. And her survival breaks everything. The plot stutters. Events twist. Characters act wrong. The world itself seems to notice her refusal to disappear—and begins trying to correct the mistake. Now hunted by fate and trapped in a society where beauty is worshipped, mating marks define destiny, and the weak are meant to be sacrificed, Wish is given one impossible condition for survival: She must derail the story completely. The only way to do that is to draw the attention of the four beings the world revolves around—creatures meant to be untouchable, distant, and divine. One is bound to her by a ritual that should have killed her. One meets her with hostility instead of fate. One sees her existence as a threat that must be erased. One should be incapable of feeling anything at all. They were never meant to notice her. The story was never meant to let her live. So how is she supposed to survive a world that measures worth by beauty and power, when she is fat, unwanted, powerless—and armed with nothing but a useless fluffy fox? Can she break the story that wants her dead? Or will she die exactly as the plot demands?

MalexMale hot hot hot scenes alert!!! Genre: Guide verse, Action, Romance, R18, LGBT, Boylove Blur: “If you’re a student, then go to school properly. Stop talking about saving the world all day long, even if you’re an S-rank Esper!” Once again, it was a day where I kicked Jo Hyun out of Team 7’s office. The kid wasn’t even eighteen yet, but he kept insisting on becoming an Esper. “But I have to become the strongest Esper. Only then can I become your Partner, Kim Jun-Hyung!” No matter how adorably you look at me with those sparkling eyes, it won’t work. I’m an S-rank Guide who can sleep with anyone I like, but I will absolutely never touch a high school student! “Hyung definitely belongs to me! I’ll never let anyone else touch Hyung!” And this kid has even started demanding exclusive possession of me! Jo Hyun, at the very least, graduated from high school first!!! … “Kim Jun-Hyung, I thought you were just going to let me die…” “Shut up and let your waist do what it’s supposed to do!” “Damn it, don’t bite like you’re a dog!” “Hyung, woof woof!” Tag: Seductive Bottom, Free-spirited Bottom, Older Bottom, Powerful Bottom, Younger Top, Puppy-type Top, Possessive Top, Powerful Top, Guide Verse, Top pursuing Bottom Illustration cover by Haki.

WARNING: EXTREMELY SMUTTY [18+]. This isn't Xianxia. It is anal cultivation. The only thing being cultivated is Chen's rosebud, and cakehole. His body will go through a complete evolution of slutty experiments in the hands of the seniors, his roommate Derrick, the gatekeepers, professors, and some other random students. He is a slut, and he knows that. "I came to this campus to also learn Xianxia fantasy cultivation, but look at me now, I am the cultivated. My body... My holes..." ______ Chen Andrews, a Chinese American discovers his intense passion to be used by men. So, he gets admitted into one of the most prestigious universities to fulfil his lifelong dream and fantasy. He gets paired with a hot black roommate, Derrick, who enters his holes, and warns him that they now belong to him "EXCLUSIVELY." He'll go on to be used by seniors, and almost everyone, but alas, his Waterloo will come from the hands of the "ELITE COUNCIL," a group of rich and affluent students, who operates from behind the scene. When scandal erupts and secrets surface, Chen must face the cost of wanting to be wanted. Who will protect him? Who will break him? And who will own him when everything collapses? Behind of all these drama, lies a very deep secret. _____ This book is rated [18+], and contains elements of name calling, group sex, orgy, forbidden romance, bareback, and LGBT relationships. Read now, only on 'Webnovel.'

"I'll make you fall in love with me sweetheart." - Jett. "We'll see about that." - Jamie. ✧ "I bet your d***k is so small you need a microscope to see it." - Jamie. "I'll let you be the judge of that." - Jett. ✧ Jett is the second son of a wealthy, powerful household that expects him to inherit the family company alongside his older brother. But Jett wants none of it. Boxing is the only thing that makes sense to him, Jett has spent most of his adult days swinging with his fists, the only place where he decides the rules. Jamie is everything Jett claims to hate. Cute, sharp-tongued, stubborn as hell, and impossible to ignore. A college student with a bright car, a sharp mouth, and a younger brother he protects with everything he has. Jamie's world is small but stable.Jett is like smoke, angry, dark, drifting between worlds he refuses to choose from. Jamie is like sugar, sweet at the core, though he hides it under thorns and fire. Together, they're a slow, inevitable burn.

Cassian wakes up in the worst possible role the villain of a BL drama. He’s not the sweet protagonist. He’s not the cold, magnetic lead everyone falls for. No, he’s the rival the guy who fights for attention, loses in the end, and fades into irrelevance. But Cassian’s not interested in playing by the script. He’s clever, he’s stubborn, and if fate expects him to roll over and lose, he’ll burn the damn script himself. Except life in this rewritten world isn’t simple. Leonel, the icy male lead, keeps dragging him closer when he should be pushing him away. Aiden, the supposed hero of the story, is too kind and Cassian’s not sure if that makes him a friend or another trap. Kaius smiles like sunshine but hides knives behind his back. And Severin? He’s chaos in human form, watching Cassian with eyes that promise both danger and thrill. Surrounded by men who could either save him or ruin him, Cassian just wants to survive. But survival might mean risking his heart and rewriting a story that was never meant to belong to him.