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Rendra Wilson is the CEO of Wilson Corporation, but his power is nothing more than an illusion. Behind his prestigious title, he lives as a business puppet controlled by his own father, Danu Wilson, the true owner of the corporate empire. With his mother, Bianca, held as leverage, Rendra has no choice but to obey every command. This includes entering an arranged relationship with Selvi, his former lover who abandoned him five years ago because of her infidelity. Now Selvi returns, driven by regret, unaware that Danu accepts the alliance not for love, but to seize the Narendra Hotel owned by her father. Amid ruthless power games, Rendra’s past resurfaces in the form of Luna, a woman who once asked for his help five years ago, only to be turned away. Fate brings them together again, and this time, Rendra falls in love. But love is a luxury he cannot afford. Every step he takes to protect Luna puts his mother’s life at risk. Trapped between duty, sacrifice, and feelings he can no longer deny, Rendra must choose between remaining a loyal son or becoming a man willing to defy everything for love.

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Never let the man you love make the ultimate sacrifice. I learned that lesson when mine took the place of a monster to save the world. My husband, James, is a 1600-year-old vampire, my soulmate, and the father of my newborn daughter. Now he’s a prisoner in the Underworld, bound to a fate worse than death. To get him back, I must make a deal with the enigmatic God of the Underworld—an alliance that demands a strategic marriage. My only path into Hell is offered by a chaotic demon I can’t possibly trust, and our true enemy wants my divine blood to seize the thrones of Heaven and Hell. The only thing worse than losing my husband to the darkness? Becoming its queen to get him back.

Snow bites deeper than steel, and cages leave scars no eyes can see. Q97 is not a boy with a name—he is a number, an experiment carved from cruelty in the underground labs by vampires. In a world where hybrids are treated as disposable tools, his only hope is escape. Guided by the secret writings of those who came before him, he follows a path dug by rabbits and buried in whispers, chasing freedom through tunnels that lead toward human lands. But freedom has a price: the moment he crosses the border, he can never return. Never again to the castle’s red spires. Never again to the rose garden. Never again to the one vampire who gave him warmth when the world froze him numb. Sir Draven—the quiet gardener with golden eyes who carved clumsy little sculptures of ice just for him. Roses that melted by morning. A kindness that should not have existed. A memory Q97 cannot take with him, yet cannot leave behind. This is not a story of quick love or easy salvation. It is a slow journey of survival, longing, and fragile bonds that burn against the cold. A tale for those who believe that even in the darkest experiments, even under cages and snow, a single rose can bloom. ***** This is a slowburn, character-driven story. If you love emotional depth, healing & growing arcs, and found-family themes, this is for you. Stick around past chapter 10, that's when the heart of the story begins to unfold. Warning: mpreg, almost all male experiments have wombs. Please proceed with caution if you are uncomfortable. Romance will start when MC is older, Thank you ^^

“You’ve poisoned my tea.” His voice is molten silk, low and deliberate, as he stirs the cup with agonizing slowness. Each rotation of the spoon sends a shiver racing down my spine. I grip the table’s edge until my knuckles bleach white, heart hammering so violently I’m sure he can hear it. My breath catches—sharp, ragged—while his golden eyes pin me in place, never once wavering. He lifts the cup. Takes a slow, deliberate sip. Then another. The bitter poison must scorch his tongue, yet he doesn’t flinch. He savors it. Savors me watching him do it. “I don’t… I don’t know what you mean…” The lie tastes filthier than the toxin itself—thick, cloying, useless. Beyond the archway, naked omegas sway in glistening, hypnotic circles under flickering torchlight, bodies oiled and gleaming, every movement an invitation. I stare at them desperately, begging him to look anywhere else. Why does his attention burn hottest on the one tiny rebellion I dared? He sets the cup down. Silent. Final. Then he rises. Three measured strides. That’s all it takes for him to close the distance. His gloved hand captures my chin—firm yet maddeningly gentle—tilting my face up to his. I try to jerk away. His grip tightens just enough to remind me who holds the power. Before I can draw another breath, his mouth crashes over mine. My eyes fly open on a choked gasp. That’s when the arrogant devil lets the poisoned tea flood from his lips into mine—hot, bitter, intimate. It spills over my tongue in a slow, claiming rush, laced with the dark heat of him, the faint metallic edge of danger. I choke, thrash my head, but his fingers lock me in place, forcing me to swallow every sinful drop he feeds me. His tongue brushes mine once—deliberate, teasing—as the last of the poison slides down my throat. He pulls back barely an inch. Just enough to drag the tip of his tongue along his lower lip, licking away the final trace of toxin while he watches me shudder. My chest heaves, lungs burning, tears stinging the corners of my eyes. My body trembles uncontrollably—fear, fury, and something far more treacherous coiling low in my belly. “Now tell me, Princess…” His smirk is soft, wicked, victorious. His thumb strokes the edge of my swollen lower lip, smearing the last damp trace of tea. “How do we survive your poison when it tastes this sweet on your tongue?” What happens when the man you swore to destroy becomes the only one who can steal your breath? When the devil you loathe turns into the god who owns your every shiver? When you finally bite the forbidden fruit… and discover it was always meant to ruin you?

She's been through a lot of relationships in the past but none of them worked out so she stopped dating knowing that it might end up just like before... until they bump into each other. She had no idea that he was the one who would love her deeply.

I’ve known him since I was twelve. Back then he was just “Mr. Kane,” the tall guy who always smelled like cedar and coffee, who ruffled my hair and called me “kiddo” while he grilled burgers at summer barbecues. Now I’m twenty-two. And the way he looks at me when my best friend isn’t watching? That’s not how you look at “kiddo” anymore. His name is still Kane. But the things I call him in my head when I’m alone in my room, fingers between my legs, imagining his voice low against my ear? Daddy. Just Daddy. He’s forty-five. Divorced. Built like he still lifts heavy things for fun. Silver threading through the dark hair at his temples. Hands that look like they could break something or hold it so tight it forgets how to leave. I never meant for it to happen. One late-night text. One “you okay?” that turned into three hours of messages that got darker, dirtier, more honest than anything I’ve ever said out loud. One night I showed up at his house when my best friend, his daughter—was out of town. The door wasn’t even closed before his mouth was on mine and his hand was under my skirt and he growled, “You’ve been teasing me for years, baby girl. Time to pay up.” Now I’m sneaking into his bed when she’s asleep down the hall. I’m on my knees in his office while he’s on a Zoom call, trying not to moan while he feeds me his cock and whispers, “Quiet for Daddy.” I’m cuming so hard I see stars, and then he’s holding me after, stroking my hair, telling me I’m his good girl, his perfect little secret. But secrets like this don’t stay secret forever. And when the truth comes out, it’s going to burn everything down. Me. Him. Her. I just don’t know if I care anymore.

The protagonist and her mother move to Ilsan, there she has to transfer into another school. In that school, she can't get any friends and even get bet on! While desprate for happiness, she realises that she made a contract with the devil that she doesn't remember making. The story follows the protagonist and the devil as the main characters and follows their slow love story with dark humor, dark romance, and angst.

[Warning: Mature Content R-18] Amabel Blakely, a university dropout plagued by debt and family problems, finds herself with limited options. Desperate to turn her life around, she makes a fateful decision – becoming a mistress of Valentine Langdale, a wealthy and married man with a childless marriage. Valentine, wanting more than just a secret affair, pushes Amabel to bear his child, promising to make her his second wife. Despite the complications, Amabel’s determination to secure a better life, cleat her family debts and see her mother open her eyes again from a coma fuels her actions. She is willing to do whatever it takes to win Valentine over, even if it means manipulating situations and playing the long game. With schemes, and sheer grit, Amabel sets out to transform her status from scorned mistress to pampered second wife of a rich family.

LIMERENCE Trilogy Book I Regardless of how the world sees him as a young, multi-talented actor with a cinematic smile and an Emmy award, Joey Carter has been living a double life since before he could even spell the word freedom. Joey belongs to Don Domenico Cassano, a ‘Ndrangheta mafia boss whose name is never spoken aloud in the newspapers, but whispered in fear through the corridors of law and the underworld. Their relationship is not love, but neither is it hatred. It is something in between—obsession, wounds, dependency, and the desire to be destroyed by the very same man who loves you. "What happens when the one who captivates your heart is also the one who imprisons it. Not love. Not hate. Only a dependency rooted deep, like poison in the blood." Story writer by oishielmo Dark Psychological Romance · Mafia Drama · Trauma Bonding · Coming-of-Age

The story of two boys that never thought that they'd ever be together... Smyle : 21 years old , study art and sculptures . His family: only his mother. they are middle class . ex : 0 friend group: ohm (bestie) , Leo , hong , William and James . .... Rayden black : 25 years old , ceo of snow flakes (SF) and raoin . His family: Riches in the country , mafia , his father, his mother and his twin brother (they don't look similar) . ex : 0 friends: joss and seon ... ... a contract marriage of 2 years is proposed by Rayden just to make sure his Obsession with Smyle go away , forced marriage, let's see if our forced marriage couples fall for each other or no ...

Love is a strange mixture of pain and pleasure. The longer you cling to it, the deeper the hurt cuts. And the Longer the hurt, the more it begins to feel like pleasure. There comes a moment when love stops being about two souls. When pain starts to feel like comfort, and suffering feels like home. That’s when love dies — and obsession is born. You stop loving the person. You start loving the destruction they cause inside you. A joker laughs not because he’s happy, but because pain has carved a permanent smile into him. And the world laughs along… unaware they’re enjoying his misery. In a deck of cards, the joker is the wild card. The one that ruins order. The one that flips fate. And when Blythe finds herself trapped inside a storm, she never thought, she will be saved by a joker — not a prince. the one who flips her world in ways she never imagined. Little does she know… He is the one who threw her into the storm. Because he is the storm. The Joker — he is the worst thing that could happen to her… and somehow, the best. So tell me… Is this love? Or is it obsession?

Warning - Dark romance. Age-gap romance. Werewolf bond. Emotional obsession. 18+ Elara Romano’s world crumbles the day her father dies, leaving behind one final wish: she must live under the protection of his oldest friend—Alessandro De Luca, the ruthless Alpha of Regina’s most powerful werewolf pack. Thirty-eight, cold, and untouchable, Alessandro had long promised her father he would protect Elara… but never imagined the pull of a bond he could not resist. In the shadows of the grand De Luca estate, rules are set, boundaries tested, and a mate bond awakens—one that neither Elara nor Alessandro can ignore. As whispers of danger, betrayal, and jealous rivals stir through the city, every stolen glance, every denied touch, and every secret shared brings them closer… and further into darkness. Between promises kept and desires forbidden, Alessandro and Elara must navigate a world where love is a curse, protection is a chain, and claiming what is theirs could destroy them both.

Read at your own risk. This story doesn’t just cross lines — it melts them. Desire, taboo, obsession, jealousy, and forbidden intimacy coil together into something you won’t be able to stop reading. One glance… one secret… one mistake — and everything begins to unravel. #R18 #TABOO #MILF #LESBIAN #LGBTQ+ #MATURE #LOVE #COUPLE #SUSPENSE #INCEST --- Emily had only leaned into her fridge for a cold drink when a flicker of movement caught her eye. A soft sway of bare skin. A ripple of brunette hair sliding over a shoulder. A shape she recognized instantly — the kind of silhouette you don’t forget. Patty. Her neighbor. Her weakness, though she’d never admit it. But this time, Patty wasn’t just being careless. She was being… bold. Patty lingered at her side door, peeking out like someone hiding a delicious sin. Then, with a slow exhale, she pushed the door wider — enough for Emily to see the gentle rise of her chest, the curve of her hips, the blush of warm skin catching the afternoon light. And Patty didn’t stop there. She stepped outside completely, her body unhidden, her confidence trembling but unmistakable. The cool air touched skin it wasn’t supposed to touch, and her breath quickened as she clutched the garage opener to her chest. Her eyes darted around — scared of being seen… and maybe hoping she would be. The garage door rose just enough for her to slip under, her body brushing the edge, her breath shaky, her movements hurried but undeniably sensual. Emily stood frozen, pulse racing, unable to look away. In that single stolen moment, something shifted between them — something neither of them would ever be able to take back.

He was my protector. My guardian. The man who raised me after my mother vanished into the night. For twelve years, James Reynolds was the steady hand in my life. He taught me to drive, protected me from heartbreaks, and built a tech empire that made him the most powerful billionaire in the city. To the world, I am his ward the innocent girl he saved. But money changed him. It turned the man I loved into a cold, predatory titan who looks at me with a hunger that has nothing to do with family. On his thirty-eighth birthday, the "step" in our title disappeared. In the back of a darkened Rolls Royce, the boundaries we spent years building crumbled under a single, forbidden touch. He’s no longer playing the part of the guardian. He’s playing for keeps. Now, a ghost from our past has returned with a secret that could destroy us both. My mother is back, and she isn’t looking for a reunion she’s looking for blood. She has photos of our "sin." She has a price for her silence. And she has a plan to tear me away from the only man I’ve ever wanted. James has given me a choice: stay hidden in the shadows of his guilt, or step into the light as his Queen and face the scandal of the century. I was raised to be a good girl. But for James, I’ll learn to be a very, very bad woman.

DARK ROMANCE. POSSESSIVE-OBSESSIVE MALE LEAD. Everyone in K City knows Christopher Hayden as the untouchable “God's saint”—a man of icy composure, always wrapped in a string of black prayer beads, and never seen with a woman. But only Amelie Ford knows the truth. Those beads… have bound her wrists on countless nights. By day, he is the cold, untouchable heir—distant and unreachable. By night, he is a relentless demon, demanding and merciless. When Amelie leaves behind a pregnancy test and flees the marriage she never agreed to, she thinks she can escape his grasp. She couldn’t be more wrong. Christopher Hayden goes mad. He turns the city upside down, hunting her down. With eyes blazing red and a dark intensity that leaves no room for escape, he corners her against the wall and growls: “Amelie… carrying my child… where do you think you’re running to?” Secrets, desire, and vengeance collide in this high-stakes, forbidden romance—where love is dangerous, and running is never an option.

After criticizing the ending of a tragic BL novel, War Prize, Yan Ling opens his eyes not in his bed, but on a blood-soaked battlefield, kneeling in chains as General Yan Ling of Shen Qi, the fallen empire’s majestic general. Now defeated, captured and alive as a war prisoner. The one who stands above him is Wei Li Feng—the ruthless young general who orchestrated Shen Qi’s fall, a man the world does not yet know is the crowned king of the victorious Wei Bing Empire. Cold, brilliant, and terrifyingly calm, Wei Lifeng does not want Yan Ling’s loyalty… but him instead. Taken alive as a symbol of conquest, Yan Ling is dragged into a fate far crueler than death—bound to an enemy king who finds pleasure in his defiance, fascination in his hatred, and ownership in his existence. But Wei Lifeng is not the only one watching. A playful enemy prince skilled in forbidden arts, a gentle immortal who offers warmth with utmost care and devotion, and a notorious Demon King whose obsession transcends life and death all converge around Yan Ling—each claiming him in their own way. As Yan Ling struggles to survive a world that extends beyond mortals and cultivation, he realizes something is deeply wrong. This is no longer the novel he read. Someone called him here deliberately and the twist? Among the men who desire him, one hides the truth of why Yan Ling was chosen—and what price must be paid for breaking the story’s original ending. Caught between power, obsession, war, and love, Yan Ling must uncover the will that summoned him… or let himself be consumed by a destiny that refuses to let him escape.