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Bound to the Wolfe Bloodline

She lost everything in a day. Her home. Her future. Her illusion of safety. Mira Hale thought she had finally outrun her past. A thriving career, a man she trusted, a wedding on the horizon—proof that survival had paid off. But betrayal doesn’t knock. It waits. And when it comes, it takes everything with it. Exposed, humiliated, and left with nowhere to go, Mira walks away from the life she built, carrying nothing but wounds she swore she’d never reopen. And just when she has nothing left to lose… he appears. The man she once saved when he was broken. The man she never meant to remember. The one name her heart learned to fear before it learned to forget. Now he is untouchable—calm, commanding, and wrapped in power. His presence is protection and danger all at once. When Mira’s world collapses, he becomes her shelter… and the temptation she knows she shouldn’t want. His attention is steady. His gaze lingers. And every moment near him feels like standing too close to a flame—warm, intoxicating, and impossible to ignore. As secrets surface and past choices tighten their grip, Mira is forced to confront the truth she buried long ago: love doesn’t disappear—it mutates. What was once innocent is now laced with ambition, dominance, and survival. Desire blurs with protection. Safety begins to feel like possession. And the line between rescue and ruin grows dangerously thin. Bound to the Wolfe Bloodline is a contemporary romance drama steeped in emotional tension, power struggles, and forbidden longing. It is a story of betrayal and rebirth—where love can be a sanctuary… or the most beautiful way to lose yourself.
Lala_Scriptz · 14.7k Views

At the Beginning, I Put a Green Hat on Verlaine

He transmigrated into the body of a sixteen-year-old boy. Asou Akiya’s new parents were dead, he had no ties, no burdens, no way back; the original owner had left him nothing but a precarious foothold as the lowliest grunt in Yokohama’s most notorious port organization. For an ordinary human without a single ability, simply staying alive was set to nightmare difficulty. No golden finger from the heavens? Then he would forge his own. Four years later. Destiny finally handed him its greatest turning point. After a cataclysmic explosion rocked the city, Asou Akiya, with meticulous calculation and trembling hands, rescued a breathtaking French beauty who had lost all memory. The man had been betrayed, abandoned, left fragile and shivering in the cold; yet beneath that porcelain vulnerability burned a soul of blinding brilliance and combat prowess that touched the very ceiling of this world. “…Who… am I?” “You are a romantic French poet, Rimbaud.” “A poet?” “Yes,” Akiya whispered, voice steady as scripture, “and you are the love of my life.” From that moment, Asou Akiya placed him upon the apex of his heart and spoiled him rotten. He soothed every wound with tenderness, watered the tender shoots of love with carefully tended lies, and watched them bloom. So what if memory returned one day? He had already seized the most priceless treasure in the world. Thank you, Verlaine! The partner you were willing to discard is now my wife. 【Asou Akiya × Rimbaud (French name: Jean Nicolas Arthur Rimbaud)】 {Mon âme éternelle, Observe ton voeu Malgré la nuit seule Et le jour en feu.} O my eternal soul, Hold fast to desire In spite of the night And the day on fire. — From A Season in Hell, Rimbaud
VastBlueSky · 78k 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.
GoldWinwar · 88.9k Views

The Only She Wolf Remaining

There are no women left in the werewolf world. At least, that's what the packs tell themselves. The world is ruled by wolves. And wolves have no queens. Female werewolves are extinct—erased by time, war, or something worse. No one dares to speak of them. No one remembers how they looked. No one *survived* them. Except her. Raised as a mistake. Hidden like a curse. She bound her chest in bloody cloth and learned to walk with a limp so they wouldn't see her hips. She spoke in growls and spit like the boys. She pissed in the dirt and pretended not to bleed. Her grandfather called her deformed. Said she was sick. A freak. Told her if the pack ever found out what she really was, they’d rip her to shreds. And she believed him. Until the night of her first shift—when her bones broke and reformed into something unmistakably *female*. Now, the secret she was told would kill her becomes the reason she's sold. Five alphas. Five monsters in human skin. Rulers of a vicious, dying pack. They've been waiting their entire lives for something like her. Something to fuck. Something to breed. Something to chain. Now exposed as the only living female werewolf, she is captured and sold like livestock—delivered to five ruthless alphas who rule by claw and blood. Five rivals who see her as salvation and property. A walking womb to breed a new generation. Their personal apocalypse in fragile flesh. But they made one mistake. They thought she was prey. But she is not fragile. She is fire. She is hunger. She is vengeance wrapped in curves and teeth. They want her on her knees. She’ll bring them to theirs. By the time their lust turns lethal and their unity rots into war, she’ll have made them hers—or burned them to the fucking ground. She’ll let them fight over her. She’ll let them touch, taste, even claim her. She’ll feed their obsession until it rots into madness. Then she’ll twist their lust into rage—and tear their precious pack apart from the inside. One kiss at a time. One betrayal at a time. One body at a time. She was born to be their ruin.
lucy_mumbua · 15.1k Views