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He was forbidden. My brother's best friend. Also the most dangerous man in the country. And I signed myself over to him. Leah Thorne had one rule: stay away from Dimitri Valentino. It shouldn't have been difficult. He was ruthless, feared, and devastatingly beautiful in the way that only truly dangerous things are. The kind of man who owned nightclubs, commanded armies, and made grown men weep with a single look. The kind of man her brother Mike trusted with his life. The kind of man she had absolutely no business wanting. But one shattered marriage, one bottle of whiskey, and one catastrophically bad decision later, Leah wakes up in Dimitri's bed with a signed contract on the nightstand and six months of her life no longer her own. Her body. His rules. No exceptions. The contract is iron-clad, the penalty clause suffocating — fifty million dollars she doesn't have. And Dimitri Valentino, the Wolf of the Italian underworld, has absolutely no intention of letting her go. He says he'll ruin her for other men. He's not lying. Because beneath the cold control and the thousand-dollar suits is a man who has wanted her for seven sinful years — who has memorized the curve of her smile, the sound of her laugh, and exactly how to take her apart piece by piece until the only word left in her vocabulary is his name. Eve came to him broken, looking to feel wanted. She never expected to feel owned. She never expected to love it. Six Months Contract With The Mafia God is a scorching dark romance about forbidden hunger, dangerous obsession, and the catastrophic moment a good girl stops running from the wolf who has always been hunting her. Some contracts change everything. Some men are worth the fine print.

A story that follows Ruby, an outgoing girl, who has little self-awareness of herself and her duties, seeking some help from Inna a strict, rich, and uninteresting girl, who want to bring to her life more excitement, the thing that she sees in Ruby. What kind of development and challenges would this relationship face? and is this relationship going to benefit them all?

To the world, he is a fallen Alpha. To his enemies, he is a target. To himself, he is a monster. In a world ruled by S-tier Alphas, Zhou Qixian is a masterpiece of deception. He has convinced the city—and his powerful family—that he is an A-tier Alpha. But beneath the expensive suits and the scent of power lies a toxic secret: he is an S-tier Omega. Zhou Qixian was the "disappointing" son, an S-tier Omega masquerading as an Alpha in a family that only values one. Disowned by his family and hunted by a past he can't escape, S-tier Omega Qixian must hide his lethal pheromones to survive because an omega will always be an omega. But when he finds the twin brother he never knew existed. Qixian entangles himself in Haoran’s world of warmth and healing, the secrets of the Zhou family begin to unravel. But Gu Yichen, the cold-blooded CEO of the city’s strongest empire, is already suspicious. He’s determined to unmask the "Song Qixian" who cries out for mercy in his sleep and reeks of death and spider lilies. Qixian must decide how much of his humanity he’s willing to sacrifice to protect his brother. When the masks finally fall, will the truth set the twins free, or will it destroy the only family Qixian has left? Includes mpreg

It was never a bright idea to deceive a vampire. Yet, she did it anyway. Human enslavement at the hands of vampires has long been abolished — in name, at least. Desperate and out of options, with her father dying, she slips into the castle of the highest-ranking vampire nobles, and hides in plain sight as a servant. It almost works. Until she’s noticed. Not by just anyone, but by the one Lord no one dares to cross. He doesn't kill her. He does something far worse. Claimed as his pet, Hiln is dragged into a world where control is currency, desire is dangerous, and survival means learning the rules of a monster who seems far too interested in breaking her. Because in a court built on blood and power, a mad vampire's interest might be far worse than death. More tags include: #obsessedML #yearningML #agegap #powercouple #fantasy #psychological #horror #adventure #magic #eldritch Discord Server: https://discord.gg/mcnv69zPv

In Oakhaven, a single crack in your glass means the end of your life. Every citizen carries their soul in their hands, a small flame left in a lantern that beats with the rhythm of their heart. Eira’s light burns with a soft, lemon-yellow glow, marking her as someone safe and perfectly obedient to the village's expectations. Beyond the village borders, the Great River thrashes against jagged stones, a violent torrent that remains liquid even in the deepest frost. The locals view the water as a place where there is no light, a place where the lightless are forgotten. Eira finds herself drawn to the spray and the roar, convinced the current holds the truth about why her father's flame was snuffed out. The village fears the river, but they loathe Soren even more. He moves through the streets like a shadow, his presence chilling the air around him. The elders claim his fire turned black from an evil heart, warning others away from him. While the other children display lanterns of vibrant scarlet and gold, Soren’s glass holds a dark, violet light that shivers with every step. Eira watches the strange, cold glow and sees a different story. His fire struggles to burn because the world has spent years trying to kill it, leaving him to guard the embers of a past that Oakhaven would rather bury.

At an academy where youth feels endless, three teenagers cross paths during a season that will never return. Between shared classrooms, quiet glances, and words left unsaid, their bond slowly turns into something fragile and complicated. As time moves forward and choices are made, love does not always grow the way they hoped. Some feelings are meant to bloom only once, and some seasons are never meant to last.

"I beg your pardon. I should not have come. I did not mean to be a bother.” He stepped aside, extending a subtle invite. “But that is the problem. I find myself wanting you to.” Her breath caught. “Mr Brand…” “Come, Madelyn,” he mumbled. “Come in.” Hesitantly, she obeyed. He closed the door firmly. Commanding the high seas as he had always, Brand amasses his wealth focused on business and his fealty to the king, with his thoughts of women remaining the same: they are not worth the trouble and time they are awarded. No woman is allowed to bother him. None, until Madelyn. Madelyn wishes to live above the thoughts of her late husband's family and to do that, she must escape their good pleasure and find a life for herself, the farther the better. Brand's crew offers the opportunity to do so, and she would without any man commanding her ever. But what must she do when Brand's command is the very one she now wishes for?

The story represents the life of a young girl whose world has been shaped by a relentless tide of tragedy. It is a journey through her past events ; the horrible moments that followed one after another, each harder than the last. As life became increasingly difficult, her heart became a map of scars and experiences that no one else could see. It is a portrait of a soul forced to grow up in the shadows of loss, trying to survive a reality that feels more like a nightmare. In a world that keeps taking from her, will she find the strength to survive her own tragedies? Or will she finally break under the weight, lost in a darkness with no way back home? Stay with us to see how her story unfolds.

[MATURE CONTENT WARNING: 18+ ONLY. Contains explicit smut, omegaverse, knotting, and mpreg.] "Fuck, still so tight." That's the first thing I hear after dying. Not a heavenly choir, not a wise guide explaining the mechanics of reincarnation, just a voice like dark honey and broken glass, breath scorching hot against my neck, and a body that absolutely isn't mine rolling its hips back like it has no objections whatsoever to what's happening to it. I have objections, so many objections. My body has apparently decided to hold a separate meeting without me. I was twenty-eight, overworked to the point of literal death, and had never so much as kissed anyone seriously. None of that seems to matter to the omega body I've just woken up in.. currently making desperate, broken sounds into expensive silk sheets, trembling around a knot that shouldn't feel this good, this full, this.. right, while my actual mind is still standing in the corner going what the fuck, WHAT THE FUCK??? By the time I finally see his face, it's far too late for dignity. Gray eyes cold as a winter storm, features sharp enough to cut, the kind of beautiful that doesn't ask permission before it ruins you. It gets so much worse when I learn his name. Wuchen Bael, my sister's fiance, the man who looked me dead in the eye afterward and said, without blinking.. "Round two?" And I haven't even gotten to the part where I find out I'm pregnant.

A prideful snake who bowed to no one—until he became a jealous husband. A snow tiger beast warrior feared and respected, reduced to an obedient husband. A wolf known as a Casanova, who never stayed—until he chose loyalty. And a selfish merman who learned generosity for the first time, expecting nothing in return for his prized possession. All of them changed after meeting one woman... After sniffing in an impossible scent. Her name is Arinya. …And unfortunately for this world, that’s me, haha. *** I wrote a book once. It was an unhinged fantasy born from my high-school brain, driven by loneliness and too many hormones. It was a world of beastmen, wild freedom, and the kind of romantic attention I could never get in real life. I poured every impossible desire into it: adventure, danger, and yes… a 'lot' of handsome partners. Before I knew it, I had a thousand chapters of pure escapism and pure thrill. Then on a college camping trip, I fell off a cliff. I expected to wake up in a hospital room but nope. I woke up on a soft field of grass, with air too fresh to belong anywhere on Earth. And then something moved behind me. Sticking out of my tailbone was... A tail. My tail? Yellow and black stripes and very, very real. I touched it. Completely real. My ears? Also gone—well, moved. They were now perched on top of my head like a confused jungle cat. And the outfit? Quite revealing, made of animal hide which matched my tail. What was going on? At first, I thought it was a prank. Or a dream. Or maybe karma is finally cashing in. But the more foreign memories evaded my mind, the clearer my situation became. This wasn't cosplay and it wasn't Earth, either. And—surprise—it wasn't even the world from my own book. Welp. I had been transported into a completely different Beastman world as a beast girl called Arinya. Sounds fun, right? Well… it would be, if I weren't apparently the ugliest duckling in the entire freaking savannah! Rejected by every potential mate I stumbled across and sneered at like a freaking eyesore. This was not how I planned my fantasy to come to reality. Trust me—if this is my fantasy come true, then someone needs to fire the author. But then again, after entering this world, I'm suddenly... Attractive. I mean, there's no change to my face and the freckles are still there, but for some reason, handsome beastmen begin to flock around me, wanting to be my mate because I smell... Pleasant. What's that all about?

He was never meant to fall in love. She was never meant to be his. Yet somewhere between silence, distance, and unspoken prayers… their hearts chose each other. This isn’t a perfect love story. It’s a story of sabr, of pain, of choosing someone even when the world says let go. Because some loves aren’t temporary… They are written to last— till the last breath.

Garima wrote the story. Survival is what matters most to her now. A bookish nerd from today's Mumbai loves spicy snacks, stories, and staying awake past midnight. Suddenly, her eyes open in a place born from her own imagination. A world where kingdoms rise and fall. Where Devil Lords will one day plunge the continent into chaos. And where everyone believes she is the Saintess chosen by the Goddess. Home has just a single path leading back to it. Garima leads fighters across a century of fights, one clash after another shaping the fate of everything. Easy... right? Truth stays clear only to Garima She wrote this world. Who stands beside them now might turn away later. What fights are headed for collapse. Armed with nothing but chaotic confidence, terrible singing, random Hindi slang that people mistake for "divine language," and the terrifying knowledge of the future, Garima begins rewriting fate itself. A loose rhythm carries her forward, voice cracking on syllables meant for gods, words slurring into decisions that bend time without warning. It's improvisation under pressure. Lines blur between guesses and truth when she speaks. The timeline stumbles, then follows her lead. Not because it should. Because there's no one else loud enough to try. Yet rewriting the tale demands something in return. If Garima slips A lie born from good intent could unravel everything she fights to protect. One hundred battles. One promise. A saintess steps off the page, her voice unscripted. She moves without permission, lines forgotten. Her silence speaks louder than vows ever could. Pages flutter to the floor, untouched by doctrine. What remains is motion, quiet and unplanned.

​At twenty-five, Sara is trapped in the grey grind of modern society, struggling with tight finances and suffocating office deadlines. Her life is a hollow routine of exhaustion—until the cycle breaks. ​One day , she finds out that every time she falls asleep, she wakes up in a vibrant fantasy realm as a breathtakingly beautiful noblewoman. Caught in a literal 24-hour work cycle, Sara handles spreadsheets by day and royal mysteries by night. ​Can she survive the pressure of two lives with zero rest, or will she finally collapse? With work waiting in the office and duty in this mysterious world, can she handle both?

"You will cum when you earn it, slut," He spat, slapping my cunt again. "You absolute, depraved BASTARD, I was so close!" "That filthy mouth." He watched me writhe with cold burning satisfaction in those eyes and leaned closer to whisper. "It keeps mouthing off. Let's give that dirty, filthy mouth something to do." His hand fisted in my hair, letting go of my legs and dragged me off the bench to my knees. He was about to fuck me! ** ** ** ** ** ** Have you ever fucked a stranger in an airplane bathroom on Valentine's Day after having the worst day of your life? Yeah. Me neither. Until my boyfriend decided to give me the plot twist of the century on the most romantic day of the year—cheating on me with half of New York in our bed. So I threw caution to the wind and let a masked stranger bend me over in a cramped airplane bathroom and fuck me until I saw the stars. No faces. No names. Just the best orgasm of my life and a silent agreement we'd never see each other again. Except four weeks later, I'm starting fresh as Executive Assistant to Finnegan Wolfe — billionaire CEO, certified control freak, and the most infuriatingly gorgeous man I've ever had the misfortune of working for. And my new boss is the stranger who wrecked me. He just doesn't know it yet. Now I'm navigating a job I desperately need, a past I'm desperately hiding, and a man who makes me forget every reason I'm supposed to stay professional. The only question is — what happens when he finally remembers? This is a steamy office romance with secrets, lies, and enough sexual tension to melt your Kindle. EXPECT PROMISING ORGASMS AND INTENSE, RAW, HARDCORE, SMUTTY, DIRTY, NASTY SCENES. Rated 19. Here, your fantasies will come alive. PARTICIPATING IN WSA 2026 — I'M COUNTING ON YOUR SUPPORT!

When 'love' is forged from 'vengeance' and an obsession too twisted to imagine... In this psychological game between three morally gray souls, there is no longer any room for innocence. Ten years ago, Ren's entire world collapsed, shattering along with the retreating back of the person he loved the most. Ten years later, he returns as a powerful, cold-hearted tycoon, bringing with him a gilded cage prepared solely to imprison Yurin, the only light from his past that has now become the deepest stigma in his heart. Their reunion begins with a retribution thinly veiled in lust and coercion. Yet, their crumbling and distorted relationship is suddenly interrupted by the appearance of Zen, a young man who arrives with a flawless smile, unreadable eyes, and chilling secrets lurking in the shadows... When this chessboard has more than two players, and everyone wears a mask... Who is the hunter? Who is the prey? And who... is the true 'monster' hiding behind it all? "If this world... if love is going to be so cruel to me, then I will become a monster worthy of the hell you've given me."

“Everything I’ve done was for them… and now, no one can stop me. No one, except, perhaps… her". For centuries, civilizations have been built upon stories. Some sacred, others forbidden. But every story is a form of power. And every truth, a form of rebellion. This Book 1 speaks of guilt, faith, crushing responsibilities, and the first tremor of a love that does not yet understand the magnitude of what it will one day destroy. It is not rebellion yet; it is the dawn before the tragedy. I am not trying to retell Dragon Age: Inquisition. The explosion of the Conclave is only the starting point that allows me to narrate another story... the intimate origin of a relationship that will change the world. When I began writing this story during the pandemic, I too believed the tale Solas had sold us. But I came to understand it was only one version within a greater fiction. He was, after all, remembered as the god of Lies, Treachery and Rebellion, depending upon the story. This book is the origin of the woman behind the myth, and of love before the fall. It is an elven tragedy, and all I want is to bare the wound. "I'm begging for you to take my hand, wreck my plans...That's my man..." All recognizable characters, settings, names, and lore belong to EA and BioWare. This is a fan work based on the Dragon Age universe. Original characters may appear, but the story remains grounded in the world created by BioWare. I am not affiliated with the copyright holders in any way. No copyright infringement is intended. It took me a long time to find the right tone and turn for this story. This is the third time I write about them, and the first time it truly feels like the story moves forward. Solas is a character who touched something deeply personal in me, a thread of rebellion that runs through my own life. I always felt I owed him a fic. Though perhaps… I owed it to myself. Writing this was beautiful. A personal journey, through and through. This is my little gift to the community, but also, to the apostate I became. “The only way to deal with an unfree world is to become so absolutely free that your very existence is an act of rebellion.” Inspirations: All the Dragon Age novels, codex, and games. Epic: The Musical by Jorge Rivera-Herrans The Misery - Sonata Arctica (Cap "Lady Pain") "The Grand Design" by Stephen Hawking "Escape from Freedom" by Erich Fromm "Sapiens: A Brief History of Humankind" by Yuval Noah Harari "Nexus: A Brief History of Information Networks from the Stone Age to AI" by Yuval Noah Harari "A Long Way Gone" by Ishmael Beah "An american slave's journey to freedom" by Frederick Douglass "Perreo. Una revolución" by Cazzu "Everything I'll say to you tomorrow" by Elísabet Benavent "The Spinoza problem" by Irvin D. Yalom

Warning: Heavy sexual content and a fucked up male lead. Throw morally grey out the window. Excerpt: "Do you trust me?" His hand drifted to her neck. If he had asked her to walk into the fire with him right then, to tumble willingly into chaos, she would have said yes without hesitation. Her entire body shivered as she nodded, heart hammering, her pulse a wild drum against her ribs. "Always use your words, Bambola. Do you trust me?" he asked again. "Yes…yes…" Her back arched against him instinctively, skin flushed and glistening, every nerve screaming, every muscle taut and alive. Luca's other hand tightened at her neck, squeezing until she gasped for breath. The sensation was exquisite and terrifying, every nerve ending alight as he manipulated the fine line between restriction and pleasure. Vee squeezed her eyes shut, nails digging into his arm as she clung to him, her breath rattling in her chest. He sensed her reaching the edge and drove her closer, the hand at her neck tightening harder. "Luc…" she choked out, a fragmented plea that shattered as her body convulsed, releasing a hot, desperate wave against his fingers and the rug beneath them. Synopsis: She insulted the devil. He decided to own her. Veronica Scalese walks into New York’s elite club, ‘Commissioned’ by accident—and mouths off to the wrong man; Luciano Genovese popularly known as ‘The Devil’. He grants favours but gets your soul in return. When Luca comes to collect a debt from her father, the payment demanded is flesh. Veronica becomes both Luca’s weakness and his obsession. He burns his empire to the ground to keep her. Undressed by the Mafia God is a mafia romance story where power is foreplay, love is a liability, and the most terrifying thing a god can do… is fall. From the author that brought you: 1. Defying The Rogue Alpha 2. The Vampire's Luna 3. Undressed By His Arrogance

In a world where dragons rule above everything, the sirens rule the tides, and the elves guard ancient truths, nothing is ever as it seems beneath the surface. Luca Sterling is a private investigator working for TSL (The Sovereign Ledger); he is sent on a case to uncover the mystery within the Coral Estate, an underwater stronghold built on fragile alliances and carefully buried secrets. Gifted with an unnatural sense that allows him to detect what others cannot, Luca is often called upon to solve cases that blur the lines between magic and manipulation. But when a series of warnings begin to surface—cryptic letters, collapsing witnesses, and whispered accusations against entire races—Luca finds himself pulled into a conspiracy far larger than any case he has ever taken. As trust fractures between sirens, elves, and those who claim neutrality, Luca is forced to question everything he has been told... including the people closest to him. And in a world where truth is never given freely, even perception can become a weapon.

Sarah’s life shatters in a single moment. After a devastating accident, she wakes up with no memory of who she is, where she belongs, or the people she once loved. Lost and broken, she is given a new name… a new identity… Sofia. As she struggles to rebuild her life, a kind and gentle doctor, Kevin, becomes her only support. In his world, she finds warmth, care… and a little girl who unknowingly fills the emptiness in her heart. But somewhere far away, a man named Ryan is desperately searching for her—haunted by guilt, regret, and a love he realized too late. As fragments of Sarah’s past begin to return, questions arise— Who was she before the accident? Why do certain faces and moments feel so familiar… yet so distant? And when the truth finally comes out… will she choose the life she lost… or the one she is slowly building? Because sometimes… forgetting the past isn’t a curse. Sometimes… it’s a second chance.