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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 · 341 Views

[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. 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.
GoldWinwar · 46k Views

Duke of the Crimson Night

​To the world, Dallas, the Duke of Belmont, is the epitome of grace. He is the untouchable aristocrat, a man addressed with bowed heads and revered whispers. He is the mask of perfection. ​But when the sun bleeds into the horizon and the moon claims the sky, the Duke dies, and the devil wakes. ​Dallas is a predator in silk robes—a ruthless vampire who has turned the capital into his personal hunting ground. He doesn't just kill; he devours. He is the shadow society fears, the reason doors are bolted and prayers are whispered in the dark. ​And Ember Hall just made the worst mistake of her life: she made him feel. She made him fall in love. ​Falling for the charming Duke was easy. But Ember is blissfully unaware that she hasn’t just captured a nobleman’s heart—she has awakened a monster’s obsession. She sees a fairytale romance; he sees a possession he will burn the world to keep. ​Dallas isn't just dangerous. He is the end of the line. And now that he has tasted her love, he will never let her go. ​Excerpt ​“Look at me,” he commanded. ​“They call me a monster,” he murmured, “And they are right. I am the devil that haunts the dark. I ruin. I take. I devour.” ​His hand rose, icy fingers tracing the line of her jaw, forcing her quivering chin up. ​“Run if you wish, Ember. Run to the ends of the earth. Hide in the holiest of sanctuaries. It changes nothing. I will always find you. I will tear through stone and steel to get to you.” ​
Faith_Olumide_8609 · 756 Views

Mio Possession. "Owned by Obsession"

"The more you run, the deeper I sink into the madness of needing you, My Rose." The blade sank in with ease. Blood splattered across the floor, warm on his skin, yet his deep laughter filled the room. His fingers were covered in bloodstains, adrenaline coursing through his veins as he brought the rose to his nose, closing his eye as he deeply inhaled, as if trying to draw every essence of her "Vanilla&Roses". "Oh, my sweetheart", he whispered, voice coated in something sinful."My love, My Madness'' His lashes fluttered as he drew in another breath. "You haunt me, Ella. In my veins. In my sleep. And every time I try to forget you, I end up crawling back to you. My only salvation,My only addiction, only mine." A year ago~ Blood soaked through his shirt. He was losing too much, too fast. And yet, all he could see was her trembling hands on his chest, pressing hard, her breath ragged as she held him upright. She pinned him against the wall to stop the bleeding. He could barely stand. His mask was on, but his eyes met her deep, wild, wanting. “Why are you helping me?” he rasped. She didn't answer with words; she just looked at him, as if he weren't a monster, and that was just the start of his unraveling. Since then, Sylus has returned to her, watching her. Craving her. Getting entangled in each other's worlds. She doesn't remember that night, or maybe she does? She became the only thing he wanted. The only thing he couldn’t have. Now she stands beside Asher, the man who thinks he can protect her. The man who touches what doesn’t belong to him. But " Sylus has seen every shade of Ella . The soft.The defiant. The ambitious, and each version pulled him deeper and deeper into his obsession for her" "My Ella. Eres mia," you belong to me." I let you loose just for a while, and now the hunt begins, sweetheart. There is no running from me." The story has just begun. An obsessive love triangle, tangled in secrets and desire. Where will it end? Who will claim her heart… or her soul? What is Asher hiding beneath his perfect smile? And what storm swept everything away, rewriting fates? The past is bleeding into the present. And this time, running isn’t enough.But the past never stays buried. Not when love turns to obsession. Not when two men are willing to burn the world for her.
KIM_ANGEL · 27.4k Views