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Mated to the Enemy Alpha

The forest was a labyrinth of shadows and secrets, where the full moon reigned like an indifferent goddess. Eliza moved forward with uncertain steps, her white dress torn by branches that seemed to want to trap her. The air was heavy with humidity and danger, and the sound of her ragged breathing was the only echo amidst the darkness. But she wasn't alone. She knew it. Lucian followed her, his steps as silent as a predator stalking its prey. His presence was an invisible weight looming over her, a bond she couldn't break no matter how hard she tried. When she finally stopped beside a clearing illuminated by the silver moonlight, he appeared from the shadows, his tall, dark figure projecting a threat impossible to ignore. "You always run," Lucian murmured, his voice low and dangerous, like the purr of a contained beast. "But I always find you." Eliza turned abruptly to face him, her blue eyes shining with a mixture of defiance and fear. Her heart was beating with uncontrolled force, but it wasn't only because of the danger he represented; it was because of the undeniable attraction burning between them, like a fire that couldn't be extinguished. "You can't keep doing this to me," she snapped, although her voice trembled. "You can't control me." Lucian smiled, that crooked smile that seemed to promise chaos and pleasure in equal measure. He took a step toward her, closing the distance between them with an ease that took her breath away. "Control you?" he asked softly, leaning toward her until his warm breath brushed her skin. "I don't need to control you, Eliza. You already belong to me." Eliza wanted to protest, but the words died in her throat when he raised a hand and stroked her cheek with the back of his fingers. His touch was soft, almost reverent, but there was something dark behind that gesture, something that made every fiber of her being tense. "You are mine," Lucian whispered. "Even if you fight against it, even if you deny what you feel, you can't escape from me." Eliza closed her eyes, trying to block him out, but her body betrayed her mind. The connection between them was an invisible bond pulling her toward him, a bond so deep it seemed impossible to resist. When she opened her eyes again, she found him looking at her with an intensity that completely disarmed her. "This is wrong," she murmured, though her voice lacked strength. Lucian tilted his head toward her, his lips brushing hers in a gesture as tempting as it was dangerous. "The forbidden is always the sweetest," he whispered before capturing her lips in a fierce, claiming kiss. Eliza felt the world disappear around her. Only the two of them existed under the crimson moon, trapped in a dark and seductive game from which neither could escape.
Danica2285 · 6.9k Views

My New Boss Is My Baby Daddy

“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?
ForeverPupa · 21.8k Views

(BL)Alpha Made

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 :)
CalyB · 1m Views

WRETCHED (RGRAVES)

Crimson, a draconic warrior of the Goddess of the Heavens, is summoned to the world of Avi to protect mortalkind from the Fallen Queen's malevolent army, but the Queen has other plans in mind. When Crimson finds herself in chains, a war wages in her mind between righteous hatred for the evil Queen and a burgeoning forbidden desire for her. As the Queen's plots unfold and Crimson ends up in the Heavens once more, she conflicts with her ex-girlfriend, Hilde, who wants to know the truth of what happened to her in the Hells. Now caught in between the eternal war between the Goddess Aurora and the Fallen Queen Umbra, and facing a lifetime of constant harassment and torment for being a crossbreed, Crimson's loyalties are tested as her morals and her desires clash. When she is finally pushed to the breaking point, Crimson must decide what she fights for, and who she wants to fight alongside. Hilde, the dignified, compassionate, groveling ex-girlfriend, or Umbra, the dominating, overprotective, seductive evildoer. WRETCHED is a fast paced and intense journey through fierce emotional turmoil, drastic character developments, and dramatic developments in plot and setting, rife with gorgeous imagery and scenery, unique and unusual characters, as well as a deeply fantastical conclusion. CW: WRETCHED deals with sensitive subjects including dubious consent, enslavement, genocide, eugenics, war, depictions of violence, mass murder, and corrupt religion.
RavenGravesXIII · 29.7k Views

The Bridge Of Memories

Two souls chosen by fate, who loved each other and supported each other through anything, but were separated by different dreams. Maya, a fiercely driven manager, and Zoey, a luminous idol, once shared unbreakable bonds on Osaka's Bridge of Memories. Bound by passion and trust, they were each other's refuge. But divergent paths tore them apart, leaving scars and unspoken words. Years later, in the neon-drenched streets of Osaka, Maya and Zoey collide unexpectedly. Zoey’s rise to stardom contrasts sharply with Maya’s guarded solitude. When memories ignite on their bridge, old wounds slash open. Maya hurls "You’re dead to me," but Zoey’s apology clings to hope. As Maya’s stress-induced collapse lands her in a hospital, Zoey’s panic reveals lingering obsession. Claiming Maya as her "partner," Zoey confronts the ghosts of their explosive past. Complications swirl: Maya’s assistant Kimberly secretly loves Charlotte, Maya’s little sister, who fears exposure will shatter family dynamics. As Zoey juggles idol duties and raw feelings, Maya battles to keep her walls intact. Pink books, black-and-white hair streaks, and sunset hand-holding haunt them. Can they bridge hurt and pride, or will secrets destroy their second chance? In Osaka’s labyrinth of memories, Maya and Zoey wrestle with forgiveness, desire, and the dreams that tore them apart. Will love rebuild what shattered, or will they lose each other forever in the shadows of what could’ve been?
Ken_Kira · 2.9k Views

The Battle in the History Room and Unfinished Verdicts

My boyfriend is a police officer who can defuse bombs faster than I can defuse mines in video games. And I am a lawyer trainee who lost his memory after a free first date explosion. Everyone around me said he and I were the perfect couple. Unfortunately, I looked at him like he was an alien, not even asking about his name, let alone a passionate love affair. But it seems like he's starting to doubt this "new person" of mine. Maybe because I used to be gentle and ladylike, but now... The other day, I held a glass of wine and "competed" with a bunch of thugs. He opened his eyes wide and said: "Hey... You know how to fight?" The other day, I carried a child's wooden gun, loaded it "clack clack" like a professional, and he turned pale: "You... You know how to shoot?" I scratched my head, bewildered: "Huh, do I just know how to cry?" He sighed: "I thought you were a useless lawyer." I also said to myself: "I also thought I was a useless lawyer!" So a "girly" lawyer like me suddenly received an email "falling from the sky" from some mysterious organization. "Thank you for your hard work in gaining the subject's trust, the next reserve fund has already been transferred." I was about to reply to the email when the sender's address disappeared without a trace. Then one day my bank account jumped to nine figures. I was completely frozen. This money... seems a bit wrong! It's definitely not the salary of a weak lawyer!
Nhi872 · 13k Views