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Claimed by the vampire prince

Content Warning: Contains mature themes that may be unsuitable for underaged readers. Excerpt Ragnar finally looked up. His eyes roamed her face, then dropped lower and lingered just a second too long. “Careful, princess. Keep taunting me like that and I’ll start thinking you like our nightly sparring.” “And if I did?” Her voice was soft now. Almost playful. “Would you stop pretending that you don't like it when I challenge you?” He rose from his seat slowly until he stood toe to toe with her. “Tell me something, Circe.” She tilted her chin up. “What?” “If I kissed you right now… Would you slap me, stab me, or kiss me back?” Her breath hitched. “That depends.” “On?” “How good the kiss is.” A pause. Something hummed between them, something neither of them dared name. Ragnar’s gaze dropped to her mouth. “Do you want me to find out?” She smiled, slow and wicked. “Make it worth the risk.” **** She was forced to marry the man who led the attack on her people. After her father is murdered, Circe is forced to leave her home and become a prisoner of the enemy. When she is taken to the enemy territory, she expects to be tortured physically in every way imaginable. But what she hadn't expected was for the vampire king to offer her up as a bride to his illegitimate son, the very same man that had her people slaughtered. It was a fate worse than torture. With her little brother's life on the line and with nowhere to run, Circe is forced to succumb to her fate. Right then she vowed in the name of her dead father to bring her husband to his knees. She would have her revenge, even if it meant destroying herself in the process. From the first time Prince Ragnar laid eyes on Circe, he knew she was going to be trouble. But trouble had never looked so intriguing. She was a puzzle he couldn't solve and that fact only drew him closer. Like a moth to a flame, she threatened to consume him. She would be his very own demise. Circe's presence in Lamora awoke something sinister, a malicious entity roaming the lands. From dusk till dawn, the streets of Lamora becomes engulfed in a strange fog and from within the voice of a woman can be heard. Anyone who wanders out at night when the fog comes, vanishes seemingly without a trace. Never to be found again. what happens when Circe's brother becomes a victim of this evil presence? What happens when Circe has no other choice but to team up with her husband, who she despises, in order to find the truth behind the disappearances and the evil magic plaguing their lands.
Blessing_Nwodo_16 · 520.5k Views

Bought By The Devil Heir

Camille Laurent thought tonight would be the beginning of her future. Instead, it became the night her life shattered. Standing in the center of a glittering ballroom, she watches her fiancé slip the engagement ring onto her cousin’s finger. Laughter echoes around her. Cameras flash. The humiliation burns through her chest as whispers spread across the hall. She has just been publicly replaced. Her nails dig into her palms. Her heart pounds. But Camille refuses to cry. Not in front of them. Not in front of the man who just destroyed her pride. Just when the room erupts with cruel amusement, the doors open. The atmosphere shifts instantly. Dante Moretti walks in. The ruthless billionaire heir. The man powerful enough to ruin entire corporations with a single decision. Cold, calculating, and feared by everyone in the city. His sharp gaze sweeps across the hall then stops on Camille. Tearless. Humiliated. Burning with silent fury. Instead of pity, a strange spark appears in his eyes. Dante steps closer, ignoring the stunned crowd. His voice is calm, but the words send shockwaves through the room. “Marry me.” The hall falls silent. Camille’s breath catches. A contract marriage. Three years. A public wife for the most dangerous man in the city. It’s supposed to be revenge. But Dante Moretti isn’t a man who pretends. He claims. He controls. He doesn’t believe in love only possession. As Camille steps into a world of wealth, power, and ruthless ambition, she realizes too late that the devil she married doesn’t share what belongs to him. And the moment she signed that contract She stopped being the humiliated bride. She became the billionaire’s obsession.
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Leaving My Playboy Husband For The Secret Billionaire Heir

Warning!!! Warning!!! Warning!!! 18+ Erotic Scenes Included!!! "I have no feelings for her, I made a mistake. You're the one I truly love." Ethan confessed to his mistress. Arabella thought she had married the love of her life only to catch her husband, tangled in bed with her best friend barely eight hours after their wedding, broken and filled with pain, Arabella rushed into the night, prepared to drown herself in the ocean but fate had other plans for as her as a stranger yanked her from the cold arms of death. He appeared dangerous, mysterious , and irresistible with his rich demeanor. "If you can help me claim what is rightfully mine," he said, his voice cold and scary, "then I will help you destroy the man that dared to ruin your heart." With pain, vengeful spirt and nothing left to lose, she agreed and on that same night, she became the wife of Klaus Marshall, the ruthless son of the most powerful in the United States but what began as a contracted alliance soon ignited into something far deeper than they expected with their feelings growing stronger by the second. And just when Arabella thought she had finally found love despite the betrayal and pain caused by her ex-husband, an old chapter from her past life brings back an alibi with deadly intentions to kill her and secrets long buried in the past soon threaten to destroy everything that appeared beautiful in her life and within the empire, Klaus's ruthless mother is determined to wipe out Arabella from the family at all cost. Now, Arabella stands in the center of hatred, revenge, and deadly secrets, forcing its way into the sun. Will her new love relationship survive when Klaus and the whole world finally learn the truth?, or will she fight hard to keep her darkness hidden and keep Klaus in her arms forever?. Find out more in this book filled with secrets, betrayal, and backstabbing lies.
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My Sister Insisted on Swapping Marriages, and I Became a Marchioness Instead

The legitimate younger sister insists on exchanging marriage, sending me to become the Marchioness. 【The main wife of the Marquis Mansion only wants to make money, whether love is involved depends on her mood + exchanged marriage group + hair-pulling + rough man self-strategy】 After Qin Yuan was reborn, she discovered that her legitimate younger sister was also reborn. Not only did she snatch Qin Yuan's previous life's husband, the poor scholar, but she also strongly facilitated Qin Yuan's marriage to her previous life's brother-in-law, Dingbei Marquis. Although it's strange why her legitimate younger sister did this, when a pie falls from the sky, you have to catch it! In the previous life, the legitimate younger sister was envious of her: "Since childhood, Qin Yuan could only pick what I didn't want. Why did she become the Prime Minister's wife and enjoy honor and glory, while I was abandoned by my husband, dominated by concubines, and suffered alone all my life?" In this life, the legitimate younger sister is desperate: "Why is Qin Yuan living even better?! Where is my Prime Minister's wife position? Why is my husband still a sesame official? Not only is the mother-in-law difficult to deal with, but there is also a childhood cousin coveting him fiercely!" Qin Yuan chuckled: "This forcibly offered position of Marchioness is quite nice, tut tut... I can do business, excel in medical incense, have strategies, and possess brilliant plans. In the previous life, it was all due to my own efforts that I schemed to become the Prime Minister's wife. My naive good sister." In the previous life, her husband locks himself with her legitimate younger sister, but in this life Qin Yuan won't expend any effort pushing him upwards; isn't it better to achieve it by herself? — Dingbei Marquis, who postponed marriage to protect the borders, is a War God in armor, and a handsome gentleman without a beard, with a line of women fond of him reaching a myriad. On the wedding night, he abandoned his young wife, thinking coaxing her is enough. Later... He discovered she didn't care at all and was constantly coaxing him for fun. Marquis Mansion daily: Dingbei Marquis kneels at the door: "I know I exist in your heart, madam, please give me another chance." After a while, Qin Yuan: "Depends on my mood." Others: Tut tut, The Marquis is just the Marchioness' lickspittle, professional.
Mo Qi Jian · 802.3k Views