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[BL] Seduction at the President’s Mansion

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.
GoldWinwar · 50.4k Views

Reborn as the Fat Ugly Duckling, Yet I Mated the Four Beast Deities

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?
Cy_hello · 17.9k 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 · 236.7k Views

My Dear Cold-blooded Husband

MATURE CONTENT: The content of this novel is not suitable for readers under the age 18 I thought I was finally choosing my own life—graduation behind me, the future ahead, and a man I believed I loved waiting at the altar. I was wrong. The truth shattered everything I thought I knew: my stepbrother didn’t protect me—he sold me. A debt he couldn’t pay, sealed with my name, my body, my future. And the man I was promised to? Sinclair Kavanagh. A government-sanctioned assassin. A ghost wrapped in human skin. A man I had once seen kill without hesitation—and without remorse. I am not only afraid of what Sinclair does for a living. I am terrified of what he wants from me. His attention isn’t affection. His desire isn’t love. It’s possession—cold, calculated, inescapable. He watches me like a target. Claims me like a contract. And no matter how hard I fight, how far I run, the truth remains the same: Sinclair Kavanagh does not let go. He is ruthless in his work, brutal in his methods, and utterly unhinged in his obsession with me. And when I realize that marriage to him is not a choice but a sentence, I begin to wonder if death is the only form of escape left. Because being Sinclair Kavanagh’s wife may be far more terrifying than being his victim. ~ Short Excerpt (Sinclair’s Dialogue): “I’ve ended wars with a single bullet, Daphne. Do you really think I’d fail to keep what belongs to me?” “You cannot escape what belongs to you. I am yours, Daphne. Irrevocably. Obsessively. Until the sun burns out and time decays. 'Til death do us part?' No, my sweet... death is far too kind for what I intend to do with you.” Disclaimer: Cover image is not mine, credit to the rightful owner
Faith_Olumide_8609 · 774 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. And lots of smut...like lots, so beware!) ** Let's Connect: Instagram: dolly_.roma Discord: DollyRoma#7887
DollyRoma · 18.3k Views