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MY RUIN: In Love With My Step-Uncle

[CONTENT WARNING: This story contains explicit sexual content, graphic violence, strong language, and themes of trauma. It is intended for mature audiences (18+) only. Reader discretion is strongly advised.] ------------ “Talk dirty to me,” I whispered. He growled low in his throat. “You want filthy, little bird?” “Yes.” He thrust deeper, harder, and leaned close, his lips brushing my ear. “I am going to fill your fucking cunt with so much cum that you will still be dripping until tomorrow. You will sit at breakfast with my seed soaking through your drawers and smile at Aunt Cornelia like the proper little slut you are.” I moaned. “That is disgusting.” “You asked for it.” “Again.” ------------ Clara Vance had it all. Millions of followers, a beauty empire built on glamour, and a life curated for the camera. But a lost bet with her mother sends her away from a marvelous weekend trip to Mykonos and into the dusty attic of her family’s decaying ancestral manor. The catch was her inheritance. Her task? A dreary clear-out. Her discovery? A centuries-old diary belonging to her great-grandmother, Eleanor Thorne. The ink tells a story of a forgotten history. Eleanor’s forbidden obsession with her guardian and step-uncle, Casimir Guggenheim, a ruthless railroad tycoon with a heart of stone. But when Clara touches the tear-stained pages, the scent of crushed gardenias doesn’t just fill the room, it drags her back to 1879. Trapped in Eleanor’s corseted body, Clara finds herself under the roof of the very man who haunted the diary. To the world, Casimir is a cold, untouchable magnate. To Clara, he’s a puzzle she’s determined to break. The problem? Clara isn’t the timid, fragile girl Casimir remembers. She’s a 21st-century It Girl with no filter, a strategic mind for business, a total lack of respect for Gilded Age propriety and a defiance waiting for trouble to happen. While the original Eleanor was a victim of her station, Clara is ready to burn the cage down. As Clara navigates a world where a single misstep means ruin, scheming relatives see her as a pawn, and a powerful suitor sees her as nothing but a business merger. She realizes the history books were wrong. Rewriting Eleanor’s tragic end is dangerous, especially when she starts falling for the man she was never supposed to have. History says they’re a tragedy. Clara says history is about to get a makeover.
Luna_Primrose · 115.2k Views

Three Times Rejected: The Omega The Triplet Alphas Crave

“Get on your knees." My voice sliced through the room like a serrated knife. Ragnor didn’t hesitate. He sank to the cold stone floor, his knees hitting the ground with a heavy thud that synchronized perfectly with my beating heart. Ryker and Reign followed, their heads bowed, their Alpha pride crumbling at my feet. "We didn’t have a choice, Candace," Ryker groaned, his head bowed so low his forehead nearly touched the tops of my boots.  "Everything we do is a choice, Ryker," I whispered, leaning down. "Since you believed a lie over me, now show me,” I commanded, my voice dropping a lower octave. "Show me exactly how much you're willing to crawl to keep the mate you discarded." "Anything, Daisy," Ragnor choked out, his large, calloused hand reaching for my ankle. His touch sent a traitorous bolt of sparks through my skin, but I didn't budge. He pulled my foot closer, his heat seeping through the silk of my dress. He didn't just kiss it; he buried his face against my boot, breathing in my scent with a hot desperation. I looked down at the three most powerful men in the pack, all of them reduced to rubble before me, and I felt the tears burn behind my eyes. "It's a pity that’ll never be enough,” I said, my voice turning to ice.  "Then break us. Do whatever you have to do, just don't walk out that door. Don’t give up on us," Reign growled, looking up, his hazel eyes burning with lust. “We will burn in hell before we let that happen,” I forced a brittle, empty laugh. “Say hello to the devil, he’s no different than the beasts you’ve become after what you put me through,” I pushed Ragnor’s hands away, my touch merciless as I used my knee to shove the other two back.  "I’m done with you all. Go fuck your sweet Didi. I will get my release elsewhere,” I snapped, my voice coming out stronger than I expected especially with their bodies pressed against mine, and their lips sending tingles across my body.  I felt their eyes drilling holes into my back, hotter than a thousand lasers all at once as I strode out. I knew they were watching my retreat, but I didn't turn around to let them see the single, traitorous tear that had finally escaped my guard. I couldn't let them know how much their choices had truly cost me. I was the devil they’d made with each torment. And devils didn't cry. ~ Born the daughter of royalty, Candace Sinclair was once the noble daughter of the formidable Alpha of GraceSpring Pack until her perfect life became a nightmare in one single night. Labeled the offspring of a traitor, she was plunged into a miserable life of shame, scars and utter disgrace and condemned to serve as an omega slave among those who had once bowed to her. However the Moon Goddess wasn’t done with this queen. On the night of the full moon, Candace was rebonded to the beastly triplet Alphas—Alpha Ragnor, Alpha Reign and Alpha Ryker Pendragon, her sworn enemies. The triplets planned to reject her. They would have succeeded… if this wasn’t Candace’s last shot at being mated. Having survived three brutal, excruciating rejections, Candace seized control of her fate at the last minute, forcing them into a bond they never expected with her. That night, the triplets who once loathed her swore to make her life a living hell. But Candace doesn’t care—she will endure every torment if it means uncovering the conspiracy that destroyed her father and plundered her happy family into misery. But Fate is a bastard. Soon, this queen becomes the one obsession they can't escape. The one they crave so desperately they’ll lose their minds just to be buried inside her, until they lose themselves completely.  As cruel truths claw their way to light in this twisted game of love, betrayal, danger and passion, the Pendragon triplets start to see her for who she is—their queen. But Candace is done begging for scraps of their love. She is done being a weak toy in their twisted games. This queen wants them where they belong— groveling on their knees…forever?
MarcellaCross · 3.5k Views

The Wolf’s Queen Vows

[+18 Matured| Triggering| Explicit Content] BOOK ONE OF THE “RECLAIMING HER FATE” SERIES “Wealth, crown, wild, and heart. Together they rise, or together they fall.” Heiress of the First Werewolf Kingdom, Aveloria Valenor was betrayed, rejected, and slain in her first life. Reborn by the Moon Goddess, she vows to change her fate, only to discover she has not just one mate, but four: the one who once doomed her, the one whose power could save her, the one who tempts her freedom, and the one who has always loved her. Bound by prophecy, hunted by dark shadows, Aveloria must either choose to unite her Tetrabond or see the world consumed by darkness. EXCERPT He groaned against her lips, a low growl that sent shivers down her spine, and she kissed him back with equal fire, matching his rhythm and hunger. Their breaths tangle, shallow and uneven. His large hand grabbed her neck, tilting her head up as he deepened the kiss, causing her pulse to race beneath his touch and her body to ache for his. When they finally parted, Aveloria’s breath trembled. Their foreheads rested together, breathing ragged and lips swollen. Neither spoke. Words would have ruined it, that wild, reckless pull that said they were already too far gone. She looked at him, the one who had saved her, the one who shouldn’t have been hers, and for a moment, everything made sense. But the guilt came next to the reality. She stepped back, her heart racing. “I have to tell you something.” His expression shifted. “What is it?” “There are others.” “Others?” “Mates,” she said quietly. “Three.” He froze. “You’re serious?” She nodded. “I didn’t choose them. It just happened.” He exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair. “I thought those were just rumors. No one believed it.” “I wish they were.” His jaw tightened, but he laughed softly, shaking his head. “Of course. The Moon gives me a mate; she already has three others. That sounds about right for my luck.” Aveloria swallowed, guilt pressing at her chest. “I didn’t mean for this to happen.” He looked at her again, calmer this time. “Neither did I.”
Ink_Enchantress · 41k Views