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The Only She Wolf Remaining

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.
lucy_mumbua · 2.2k Views

The Mafia's Undoing

Katherine Blaire has worked six grueling years to rise to the top of the banking world of Manhattan. Confident, voluptuous, and ambitious, she's nearly within reach of the promotion that will help to finance the college education of her autistic brother. She needs but one account- the account of Anthony Marvin, arguably the most influential and dangerous man in New York. Anthony "Tony" Marvin doesn't just own hotels and nightclubs. He controls both legitimate and underground empires as the heir of the most notorious mafia family in the city. Tony is ruthless, heartbreakingly handsome, and untouchable until Katherine enters his club with the business plan and with an unwavering refusal to back away from him. When Tony offers Katherine something she cannot refuse —a night with him in exchange for the contract —she storms out, humiliated and outraged. But Tony is interested in the woman who had the strength to say no to him, and Katherine finds herself drawn into a dangerous game of power struggle, desire, and growing love. As their relationship grows stronger, Tony's father, the ruthless mafia kingpin Thomas Marvin, will do whatever it takes to eliminate what he sees as his son's greatest weakness. Surrounded by enemies and with Katherine's entire family in danger, she and Tony must decide if their love is worth risking everything — including their lives. In a world in which love is the ultimate vulnerability, can a banker and a mafia prince redefine the rules of power?
Coco_Monae · 119.4k Views

Havenwood Embrace

Elara Thorne's life in the sleepy coastal town of Havenwood is anything but ordinary. Strange occurrences at her antique shop, like whispering voices from ancient artifacts and inexplicable surges of energy, are becoming more frequent. Little does she know, these events are tied to her own forgotten heritage and a burgeoning magical power within her. Kaelen Vane, a mysterious and ancient immortal, watches over Havenwood, ensuring the uneasy truce between the town's hidden vampire, werewolf, and other supernatural residents remains intact. The resurfacing magic, however, threatens to shatter this balance and ignite a war. As Kaelen investigates the disturbances, he encounters Elara, drawn to her raw power and the unsettling familiarity he feels in her presence. A dangerous attraction sparks between them, defying their separate worlds. Elara finds herself reluctantly pulled into Kaelen's secret world of shadow and ancient rivalries. The Whispering Collective, a shadowy force manipulating the town's darkest secrets, views Elara's awakening power as a key to unleashing a forgotten entity that could plunge Havenwood - and the world - into eternal darkness. As Elara and Kaelen navigate the treacherous currents of forbidden love and ancient magic, they must confront their pasts and risk everything to uncover the secrets of Havenwood before the town's magic falls into the wrong hands. Elara must embrace her true heritage and control her unpredictable powers, while Kaelen must break free from the constraints of his duty and protect the woman who awakens his deepest desires. But with the Whispering Collective closing in and the threat of eternal darkness looming, can their burgeoning love survive the escalating conflict
Devil_Peach · 6.3k Views

Rebirth: The New Bride Wants A Divorce

Anna thought her life ended the moment she saw her husband, Daniel Clafford, in the arms of her sister. She had already lost her unborn child something Daniel never even noticed and now, with her last shred of hope shattered, she decided to leave quietly. But fate was cruel. Before she could walk away, she was pushed off the balcony of the Clafford estate. Only… she didn’t die. When she opened her eyes again, she was back on the day of her wedding, her sister having run away and Anna forced to take her place as the replacement bride. This time, Anna swore things would be different. No love. No expectations. No more foolish devotion to a husband who only brought her heartbreak and cold indifference. Yet something is wrong. The Daniel of this life isn’t the same man she remembers. He refuses to ignore her, refuses to let her go, and most shockingly—refuses to divorce her. “I’m telling you, Anna. Stop bringing divorce into our conversations,” Daniel warned, his voice taut. His heart ached, but seeing her unyielding expression made his resolve crumble. With trembling hands, he cupped her face and whispered: “Please… give me a chance. I promise I’ll love you right this time.” But Anna only laughed bitterly. To her, Daniel Clafford was still the same man—wicked, calculating, dangerous. He married her with a motive. And now he dared beg her to stay? Dream on, Daniel Clafford. Because this time… Anna was determined to make him taste his own medicine.
akshaya_vanne · 1m Views

The scent of dying roses: eclipsed heart

They whisper that Roselyn Sinclair is a devil in disguise—and perhaps she is. But the world broke her long before she learned how to break others. Wronged, discarded, and stripped of innocence, Roselyn grows into a woman who no longer believes in fairness or mercy. With a beauty as haunting as dying roses and a heart eclipsed by resentment, she turns manipulation into an art. Targeting cruel and corrupt men, she lures them with softness and false devotion, unraveling their lives piece by piece. To Roselyn, deception is not sin—it is survival. Then she meets Sebastian Vale. Sebastian is dangerous in a way she did not anticipate. A man wrapped in quiet authority and buried sins, he is no hero, yet not entirely the villain she expects. Behind his controlled gaze and measured words lies a past steeped in darkness—one he neither denies nor seeks forgiveness for. He was meant to be just another target. But lies have consequences. As Roselyn’s carefully constructed game begins to crumble, the line between manipulation and desire blurs. What starts as a calculated deception becomes a slow, devastating fall into love—one that threatens to expose her true self and awaken a heart she thought long dead. In Sebastian, she finds not salvation, but recognition: a mirror of her own moral ruin. Caught between revenge and vulnerability, Roselyn must face the most painful truth of all—falling in love with a monster is easy, but discovering that she may be one too is far more terrifying. The Scent of Dying Roses: Eclipsed Heart is a dark romance of seduction, betrayal, and fragile redemption, where love blooms in decay and every heartbeat carries the scent of inevitable ruin.
ruva_12 · 238 Views

An Omega Valet's Guide to Seducing an Alpha Prince

[Warning: R-18+ Mature Content - Omegaverse BL] There are three steps to surviving a Transmigration Battle Royale: 1. Secure a high status. 2. Defeat the other transmigrators. 3. Capture the Male Lead’s heart. Elian failed Step #1 immediately. While Player 1 (Ambrose) transmigrated as the delicate, tragic Son of the High Priest... And Player 2 (Rowena) transmigrated as the glamorous, perfectionist Princess determined to be the ideal Empress... Elian transmigrated as the Crown Prince’s personal valet. His stats are trash. His political power is zero. He is destined to be a background character who holds the door open while the main characters fall in love. But Elian discovered a loophole in the System. While Ambrose is busy writing poetry to woo the Prince, and Rowena is busy curating the perfect candlelight dinners to dazzle the Prince... Elian is the one scrubbing the Prince’s back in the bath. Elian is the one measuring the Prince’s inseam for new breeches. Elian is the one warming the Prince’s bed on cold winter nights. System: [Warning! The Prince’s pheromones are affecting you. Please retreat!] Elian: [Retreat? Are you kidding? I’m moving in!] Who needs a tragic backstory or a perfect royal pedigree when you have a lock on the bedroom door and absolutely no shame? -------------------- (Warning: This novel features a shameless MC, a possessive Alpha Prince, and a Battle Royale where the winner takes all... literally.) ** Let's Connect: Instagram: dolly_.roma Discord: DollyRoma#7887
DollyRoma · 9.7k Views

The Undead's Personal Slave

Samantha never expected to find magic in her hometown, let alone in a dimly lit bar on a rainy Tuesday night. Yet here she was, perched on a barstool at the Black Swan, her world about to tilt on its axis. The air thrummed with an otherworldly energy she couldn't quite place. Ethereal dancers moved like smoke across the floor, their bodies fluid and mesmerizing. As Samantha nursed her drink, she felt the weight of curious stares prickling her skin. That's when she saw him. Marcus. A name she didn't know yet, but one that would soon be etched into her very soul. Their eyes locked across the crowded room, and Samantha's breath caught in her throat. He moved with predatory grace, all lean muscle and barely restrained power. Their first interaction was as intoxicating as it was bewildering. One moment, he was her gallant protector, rescuing her from an overly aggressive drunk. The next, his eyes hardened to chips of ice as he snarled, "Stupid girl," before melting into the shadows. Samantha's mind reeled, but her body hummed with an excitement she couldn't explain. Little did she know, this encounter was merely the first step into a world beyond her wildest fantasies – a realm where vampires ruled the night and pain blurred exquisitely with pleasure. As she delved deeper into this hidden society, Samantha found herself drawn to the intoxicating blend of power, submission, and supernatural allure. The crack of a whip, the whisper of leather, the exquisite sting of fangs – each sensation pushed her boundaries and ignited desires she never knew existed. But with every ecstatic high came the sobering reality of danger. Vampire politics were as deadly as they were intricate, and Samantha soon realized she was a pawn in a game where the stakes were life, death, and eternal servitude. As she left the Black Swan that night, Samantha couldn't shake the feeling that she stood on the precipice of something life-changing. She had no idea how right she was, or how deeply she would fall into a passionate, dangerous dance with forces beyond her imagination. The real question was: in this world where pleasure and peril intertwined so intimately, would she emerge empowered... or lose herself completely?
rach_sales · 233.9k Views