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[18+ | Mature Content | Dark Romance] After slaving away for years as Ares King's sole overworked secretary, Catherine has finally had enough of his domineering and heartless attitude. She wants to quit and use the severance pay to settle her family's debts, and spend more time with her long-term boyfriend. But soon after she hands her resignation letter, she finds out that her boyfriend cheated on her. He claims she's a wreck with no future, and he's better off without her. Heartbroken and devastated, Catherine is grasping at the last straw when her boss, Ares King, proposes a contract out of the blue. "Become my wife for one year." "Why me, Mr. King?" "Because we work, Ms. Lane.” The last thing she wanted was to make a deal with the devil. But this offer is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Sell your soul to the devil for one year. How hard can that be? ********** Excerpt: "How many?" I froze. Did he expect me to count? "How. Many?" "I-I don't—Ah!" Ares spanked me again, continuously. My eyes stung, and sweet pain overtook me. I should feel sick from deriving pleasure from this, but strangely, I wasn't. "Two?" I teased, purposely getting the numbers wrong. "You shouldn't have done that." Just as I thought, he started again, but this time he drove each hit with more force until my ass was burning. "Fifteen!" I yelled, shaking. "Wrong." My heart momentarily stopped. "I got it right!" "You missed one." He pressed his hand on my searing bottom, and I moaned. I tried to squirm away, but he trapped my hands behind my back, his voice dark with warning. "Move again, and you'll regret it." ~ A/N: This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or real events is purely coincidental.

**Mature Content** Eilika Wolanski is the eldest daughter of one of Varos’ most respected merchants, but respect has never brought her kindness. A childhood accident left a scar across her cheek, and with it, a cruel label she can never escape. The “Unwanted Woman” of Varos. Mocked in public, pitied in private, and treated like a blemish to be hidden, Eilika grows up learning one painful truth, beauty matters more than character in high society. So when an unexpected marriage proposal arrives from the powerful House of Kingsley, no one believes it is real. The groom is Damian Van Kingsley, the widowed duke of Varos, feared for his cold temperament and admired for his unmatched looks and wealth. Rumors follow him like shadows. He has a secret mistress, a broken heart drowned in alcohol, and worst of all… A son he barely acknowledges. For Eilika, marrying Damian isn’t a dream. It’s the only option left for survival. Damian, once the kingdom’s most desirable nobleman, has been nothing but a hollow man since the death of his first wife. He has abandoned his responsibilities, pushed away his child, and lived with one vow burning in his chest. He will never replace his first wife. To force him back into duty, his mother arranges a second marriage, one he never asked for, and one he refuses to accept. Damian swears he will never touch her , will never look at her and will never treat her as his wife. But Eilika isn’t the greedy noblewoman he expected. She doesn’t ask for his affection. She doesn’t crave his title. She doesn’t even want his love. What Eilika wants… is something far more dangerous. A family. And perhaps that is the very thing Damian has been starving for all along. ~~~~ “This bed will remain cold until your last breath.” Damian’s voice boomed through the dark chamber. Eilika didn’t flinch at his words. Instead she replied gracefully, “I don’t seek love, Duke. You can visit your secret mistress every night… Just don’t come near me.” This marriage was never meant to become real, until the Duke's heart begins to betray its own rules.

Hanahaki is believed to be an illness caused by unrequited love. Flowers will grow, their roots embedding themselves firmly into the host's heart, causing the sufferer to constantly vomit petals, endure agonizing pain, and experience suffocating shortness of breath. At first, Tae Rin thought the disease was nothing more than a myth she often read about in dramatic romance novels. She was a logical thinker who didn't believe in such nonsensical things. Not until she experienced it herself. She even uncovered the grim truth: Hanahaki doesn't just sprout from unrequited love. Rather, it blooms when someone loves someone who hates them in return. The disease would only worsen over time, until the moment the person she loved asked her to die, at which point, there would be no choice but to embrace death. ••• Tae Rin's voice hitched as she struggled to draw her final breath, forcing himself to record a voice note for Beom Jun. Tae Rin: "Isn’t this what you’ve always wanted, senior?" ••• The Year 2009 Beom Jun gazed at his hands, his expression strained. "Could it be ... that I've actually returned to the past?"

In a small town where responsibilities are heavier than dreams, Ananya has learned to stay silent. Brilliant in studies and devoted to her family, she hides a secret deep within her heart — a burning desire to become a singer. Music is her escape, her comfort, her unspoken truth. But with her family struggling financially, she believes her dream is nothing more than a luxury she cannot afford. Every evening, she swallows her words and chooses silence over desire. Until one day, a mysterious voice drifting through the twilight air changes everything. Drawn toward a melody that feels strangely familiar, Ananya takes a step she never dared to before. Will she finally find the courage to give her dreams a voice? Or will silence remain her only companion?

[Female Lead: Little Princess of the Cat Demon Clan] "Get off of me," the man's voice carried a hint of helplessness and restraint. "I won't," the girl shook her head, her arms tightly holding onto the man beneath her. "Be good, I can't sleep like this." "But I always slept on top of you before." "That was different... you're a human now." In Capital City, a decisive, cruel, and cold-blooded mysterious head of the household unexpectedly gets saved by a tiny kitten, hence turning into a devoted slave to the cat, shocking all his subordinates. However, when one day he woke up to find the kitten in his arms had turned into a lovely and soft young girl, the head of the household was dumbstruck. Ask what's going on? Of course, it's a nurture story~ Ask what to do? Naturally, continue to spoil her, just in a different way~ "Young Master, everyone outside is saying that you have some special fetish. Why else would you spoil a cat to such an outrageously lawless degree?" The head of the household declared, "You know nothing, that's my wife." This book is free of stale tropes, with fresh material, and is clean in regards to relationships. [The new book "Mr. Lu Has Made the Blacklist Again" has been released]

The Valerith Empire claims it is protected by holy saints. That’s funny, considering how disposable people are here. I’m Lior Valen, second son of a Viscount—which is a polite way of saying I’m excess. Well dressed. Well educated and easily sacrificed. I also have a secret that would get me ruined if spoken aloud: I like men. I know this because I’ve lived once before, in a modern world where loving the wrong person didn’t come with a death sentence. That experience taught me an important lesson. Live quietly. Don’t stand out. Survive. Unfortunately, a masquerade ball ruined my entire plan. Because all terrible decisions are made at masquerade balls, someone suggested a game of truth and dare. I accepted a dare. I kissed a stranger. This was, in hindsight, a mistake. Because the stranger was the Monster of the North. Ruler of Skeldryn. Alleged executioner. A man rumored to kill anyone who touches him. I touched him. He did not kill me—which was unexpected. Instead, the monster became interested. Possessively so. He dragged me north, away from a lover who had already replaced me and a court that was more than happy to let me go. I followed—not out of courage, loyalty, or love. I followed because I enjoy being alive. Now I’m in Skeldryn, where saints are unreachable and monsters are persistent, and I’m beginning to suspect that surviving his attention might require more than luck. And possibly an exit strategy.

Off the track, Lunar Light is measured and observant, doing her best to fit into the shape expected of her. On the track, that shape crumbles. Here, movement replaces words. Here, she isn’t performing—she’s discovering. Each race brings her closer to understanding who she is when she runs, and who she might become when she finally catches up with…

Just when Kyva believed her life could not sink any lower, she is auctioned off in a brothel as a sex slave. Refusing to surrender the only dignity she had left, she escapes. Wounded, hunted, and with absolutely nowhere to go, Kyva flees into the wilderness to escape from her captors. There, she stumbles upon an injured white fox caught in a hunter's snare. Despite her own desperate situation, she could not bring herself to ignore the creature's suffering. So she frees it, and against all reason, takes it with her. But after nursing the fox back to health, Kyva expects it to return to the wild where it belongs. But it doesn't. Instead, it continues to follow her. “Little fox,” she tells it one evening, exhaustion heavy in her voice as she prepares to move again. “I don't have food. I don't even have a place to sleep. I'm being hunted by slave traders. We should go our separate ways.” —-- Minutes later, Kyva wakes up after collapsing from exhaustion. To her surprise, she finds fresh fruits, good clothes and clean water laid carefully beside her. The white fox sits nearby, watching her with unsettling intelligence. 'Obviously, you need me more than I need you,' the fox thinks coldly, tail swishing in mild disdain. 'If not for the inconvenience of you being my mate, I would have left you to starve in the wild.' While Kyva believes she rescued a helpless creature, she may have unknowingly bound herself to something far more dangerous. As she journeys deeper into an unfamiliar land inhabited by beast men and women, Kyva begins to carve out a fragile new life for herself. The more she learns about this strange world, the more her mysterious fox companion refuses to leave her side, and seems determined to drive away anyone who gets too close.

Anna came to her sister older house only to stay temporarily. Not to fall into the most dangerous kind of beauty she had ever seen. Alaric Devano—husband of Evelyn Seraphina and Lyanna Mirelle’s brother-in-law—was everything forbidden: handsome, cold, immensely wealthy, dominant… and he stared at Anna far too long for a man who was supposed to ignore her. At first, Anna thought it was mere courtesy. But it wasn’t. He noticed every detail about her. How she stood. How she feared. How she tried to keep her distance. And every time they were alone… he forgot that Anna was his sister-in-law. More dangerously? Anna did not resist. She kept coming back—as if something within her called out, demanded, and claimed her. “He’s my sister's husband. I must not fall into his embrace. But obsession always triumphs over reason. And Alaric… never loses.”

Vivia’s dream was to become the Maestro - the pinnacle of dance. But both her dream and life ended with a single arrow through her heart. She surrendered to death, only to awaken as Clairette Emberlain, the viciously murdered royal Princess of the Human Realm. As if that wasn't enough, she came face to face with the greatest archenemy of humans - a demon. Not just any demon but the Demon Crown Prince, Zerath Rudaheim himself. With Clairette's life still in danger, she was left with no choice but to seek refuge in the Demon Realm. But… Amidst centuries of hatred between humans and demons, Vivia and Zerath found themselves falling in love against all odds and enmities. A forbidden love where the only mercy they could hope for was death. Yet Zerath vowed - “I will make you my bride one day.” But unknown to them, something far more dire than their forbidden love lurked in the shadows that threatened the existence of their realms. A conspiracy that fed on this very ancient hatred to bring the world to its doom. With a love that could burn Vivia and Zerath into the depths of fiery hell, will they choose their future or will duty eventually triumph? Will their love be the salvation or a spark that would ignite another war between their worlds? Cover art: @vatarison.art

Chase Sterling always felt like furniture. The kind you don't notice, the kind that's easy to shove in a corner and forget. He was used to it: people looked right through him, brushed him off like lint. But it only takes one phone call to erase a lifetime of being overlooked. When his estranged family meets a tragic end, Chase suddenly finds himself in charge of the sprawling Sterling fortune. Turns out, riches aren't the only thing the family left him. There's a curse running through his blood, warping love into something hungry and dangerous, impossible to escape. Vivian Ashford never set out to blow Chase's life to smithereens. Just one decision (a sharp, ruthless move at graduation) was all it took to set their worlds spinning out of control. While Vivian soaks up the Hollywood limelight and collects red-carpet headlines, Chase slips into his new role as Manhattan's most intimidating heir. But no matter how far they run, something keeps yanking them back together, like a stitch in an old wound that refuses to heal.

The world is diverse and flourishing. Humanity has changed, and with it, brought in a new era of prosperity. Males and females still exist, but the spectrum from which humanity is cast has broadened. With the introduction of alpha, omega, and beta, humanity has evolved even further. In such a word, Dr. Andrew Knox, known environmental researcher, is happy being a beta male. It has made his life easier by being middle ground, and as much as some wish he was one way or the other, he’s happy being who he is. Thriving even. He works in a world renowned research facility. He makes friends easily, and his projects are always funded. He even found someone who he thinks he could end up marrying if things continue in the right direction. That, and the vacant house next to his apartment building gets bought by a new neighbour. A cute, but cautious omega who relies on Andrew as a beta for help. Andrew couldn’t be happier. He loves being a helper, and loves when people rely on him. All in all, Andrew really thinks he has everything made. That is, until a research project with shoddy data is thrown back into his face that he has no recollection of working on, and all of his reputation disintegrates in between one heartbeat and the next. Heartbroken, it isn’t until Andrew wakes up, chained to a wall that everything becomes clear. He becomes a test subject to one of the scientists that he trusted. That he expected would never harm him. The life he had known, where he was a respected researcher was ripped out from underneath him. His identity and everything he’s ever known is stolen from him from a crazed researcher who he had trusted, maybe even loved. He has to relearn who he is, what he is, from scratch. Thankfully, he has one person in his corner. He just never expected to have to rely on someone whose shoulders were so small. This is an a/b/o story, and will have those tropes associated with it. I hope you enjoy :)

Man for Woman I never lacked lovers. What I lacked was a love capable of destroying me. When she was placed beside me, she was merely suitable— suitable to be used, suitable to be needed, suitable to make me fall. I thought I was playing a perfectly controlled game. Instead, I led myself—step by step—into taboo, into obsession, into ruin. I bled for her. I fought the world for her. I drowned in the current, believing this was the cost of love. Only when I clawed my way back to shore did I understand— she had never been trapped at all. The one caught in the undertow had always been me. And still, I chose it.

What happened the moment Yuri vanished from Drew’s house, blood staining his hands? Jay-jay’s world shatters into silence and guilt. Keifer burns with unspoken love and rage he can’t control. Section E’s unbreakable barkada starts cracking under secrets that refuse to stay buried. From midnight searches and heartbreaking confessions to kidnappings, comas, and betrayals that cut deeper than any knife — this is the extreme emotional storm fans have waited for. JayFer endgame. No forgiveness comes easy. No one escapes unscathed. Fan continuation after Chapter 386 (Checkmate). Inspired by eatmore2behappy’s original. Not official. Heavy angst → heart-wrenching comfort → ultimate healing. Buckle up.

Ethan Walker is a brilliant scholarship student fighting to survive in a world ruled by wealth and power. Claire Harrington is the daughter of a powerful business empire, trapped in a future carefully designed for her. When their lives unexpectedly collide, a forbidden love begins to grow—one that threatens powerful families, social expectations, and the price of ambition. In a world where power decides destiny, can love survive on the wrong side of privilege?

“That child is mine. And so are you,” he commanded, his viper-green eyes pinning her in place. Grace couldn’t believe that he—Carlos Benjamin, her new CEO and eight years her junior—was the father of her unborn baby. “You can go back to that deadbeat you call a husband, or you can come with me and have everything.” ===== For the last five years of her marriage, Grace Preston, 32, believed she was broken. She couldn’t have a child, and her deadbeat husband, Charles, never let her forget it, calling her useless while she worked tirelessly to fund his failed acting career. He didn’t just break her spirit; he shattered her trust by cheating on her with her own sister. Heartbroken, Grace fled to her office late one night, seeking solace at the bottom of a bottle. She wasn’t alone. A beautiful, blond-haired man was there, nursing his own wounds. He never told her his name, but he offered her a night of oblivion. Fueled by whiskey and a desperate need for revenge, she gave in to her darkest desires, pulling the willing stranger into her web. In her drunken haze, she thought, “If my husband can have his fun, then so can I.” She never worried about protection, convinced she was barren. Until a month later, when a positive pregnancy test trembled in her hands. Grace Preston, the ‘barren’ wife, was pregnant. In a single night, the stranger gave her what Charles couldn’t in five years. Now Carlos has made his claim, pulling her into a world of immense power and lethal secrets. Will Grace escape her toxic marriage only to be trapped in this captivating young billionaire’s golden cage? Or is trading one prison for another a mistake that will cost her more than just her heart?

Lyla Morgan's life was a disaster. Twenty-eight years old. Philosophy PhD candidate at NYU. Eighty failed blind dates. Zero romantic prospects. Then one rainy night in Brooklyn, everything changed. A supernatural system binds her with an impossible contract: seduce and reject twenty men, or become a succubus slave forever. Overnight, her plain appearance transforms into devastating beauty. Every man she meets falls helplessly under her spell. Including the one person who was supposed to hate her. Professor Ethan Cross from Columbia University has been Lyla's academic rival for three years. They've competed for publications, clashed at conferences, and perfected the art of professional contempt. But when the system forces Lyla to target him, Ethan's carefully controlled world shatters. By day, he becomes a lovesick fool trailing after her. By night, he slaps himself awake, horrified by his own obsession. As Lyla loses control to the system's dark power, Ethan notices something wrong. The fear behind her perfect smile. The desperation when she flirts. She's not playing games. She's trapped. And Ethan might be the only one who can break her chains. A dark romantic comedy about supernatural contracts, academic rivalry, and the dangerous line between forced seduction and real love.

Lyra Cooper spent eighteen years believing she was nothing more than a forgotten human orphan. Then, on her eighteenth birthday, the truth shattered everything. Her biological mother appears out of nowhere—Queen Vivienne Luna, ruler of the werewolves—and drags Lyra into a brutal supernatural world she never asked to be part of. Worse, Lyra isn’t just a werewolf. She’s a hidden princess. The prophesied heir destined to end a rising vampire war. There’s just one problem. Lyra is wolfless. Weak. A disgrace in a world that worships power. To “prove her worth,” Lyra is sent to Celestia Alpha Academy, a ruthless training ground for elite wolves. If she can survive and graduate on her own, she won’t be forced into a political marriage. But the academy is anything but safe—especially when her greatest tormentors turn out to be the very men fate has bound to her. Ash Ironwood, the brutal Alpha heir who despises the wolfless. Xander Eclipse, a sadistic enforcer who makes her his personal prey. Killian Nightshade, a knight sworn to the crown who rejects her without mercy. And Alaric Killianvale, a forbidden, emotionally scarred High Alpha who refuses to want her—no matter how strong the bond burns.As jealousy ignites, enemies circle, and ancient prophecies unravel, Lyra discovers the cruel truth: her world-saving power can only be unlocked by consummating her bonds. All four of them. Hunted, desired, and torn between men who refuse to share, Lyra must decide whether she will submit to fate… or rewrite it entirely. Because this time, the discarded girl isn’t running anymore. She’s ready to become a Luna.

It always starts with an accident. That’s how all these stories go. One moment, you’re minding your own business, and the next, you wake up in someone else’s body. For Caspian, his accident started earlier than he even knew. Maybe it began when his sister got him into romance novels? Or when he started really sympathizing with the villains at the ends of books? He’d never know. It was too late to worry about it now. For now, he had to find a way to fix this nightmare, or rehabilitate his image, all while trying to free himself from the fate set out for him. All because of the damn "gods" who he'd cut a deal with. These were the only two options he had available, and he wasn’t sure he could succeed at either. The man he had taken over for had been…a true piece of work. And the secret villain of the book he had been reading before he passed. It had been a harem novel. A reverse harem novel. He was trapped in a huge ass CASTLE with a bunch of men who hated him because he was taking affection and time away from their shared wife. All Cass wanted to do was be a good person, not mess around with this poor woman and her far too handsome husbands. But why would no one leave him alone? Was he too suspicious? And why, after going out of his way to avoid them like they had asked, did they keep pestering him? And where did the heroine go? How was he going to manage three, handsome men without the heroine?

One marks me at night with ruthless dominance. The other steals me in the daylight, whispering promises that feel like poison and salvation all at once. Together they unravel me, body and soul, until I can no longer tell which one I fear… and which one I crave. ********** The night my parent sold me, the stars stopped shining. I was nineteen, traded like cattle for peace my pack no longer deserved. The Alpha of Nightshade was a monster who felt nothing. Cold eyes. A heart buried with the mate who died in his arms. And then he looked at me. One nod. No words. Claiming me as if I had always belonged to him. The annoying part? He has a twin. A mirror with the same face but a different hunger.