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My father sold me to the Mafia King

"Oh... Daddy..." I moaned in loss, while he monitored my body's reaction with terrifying focus. He leaned his head toward my ear and whispered with a voice full of promise: "Do you think you're finished, Julie? Tonight, I'm going to make you scream my name until your voice loses the ability to come out... I'm going to teach you what it means to belong to me." His fingers moved inside me with devilish skill; he inserted two fingers together deep into my pussy, opening them and moving them with a delicious cruelty, while his thumb ground my clit in fast, frantic circular motions. "Daddy... I'm going to squirt again... please!" I screamed in a daze, feeling the fourth ecstasy exploding from the depths of my womb and crawling toward my limbs like a wildfire. Robert didn't ease the pressure; instead, he increased the speed of his fingers inside me until the fourth shudder hit me like a hurricane. My body stiffened completely, my back arching until I almost broke, and I let out a long, resounding scream as I began to squirt my fluids profusely like never before. My fluids were gushing out, drenching his hand and the marble of the vanity, while his fingers were still inside me, increasing the violence of the ecstasy and making it last even longer. I was panting like a madwoman, my eyes clouded and seeing nothing, while Robert watched my collapse with a cold, triumphant smile. He didn't withdraw his fingers immediately; instead, he let me shudder as I reached my peak. Then, he leaned toward me and whispered in my ear in a husky voice: "Four times, Julie... and your body is still begging for more from Daddy, isn't it?" ___________________ I'm Julie Michael I went with my father to a luxurious restaurant in New York, but I never left with him.My father sold me to a mafia king who owns a VIP club that rents out girls only to politicians and celebrities. On a lower floor of a world that doesn’t exist on any map, The girls are imprisoned in royal suites, prepared solely to please the clients, with no hope of escape. I was sold to Robert Cross, a billionaire who buys people for the joy of breaking them.But I refuse to break under his hands. In Robert Cross’s world, everything has a price tag. I was his most expensive purchase, and I intend to be his most dangerous mistake. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ - "You bought my body, but you will not buy my submission," Julie spat. Robert leaned in, his voice a dark hiss: "Commodities don't need to like their masters, Julie... It’s enough that I took a liking to you and bought you, sweetheart." ______________ Adult content only Dark Romance Twisted
Z_Hira · 874.6k Views

I'm A Red Panda In A Beast World And Everyone Wants To Be My Mate!{BL}

"I just wanted to finish my shift, eat some ramen and go to sleep. Was that too much to ask?!" Neve had two goals in life: survive college and keep his part-time zoo job long enough to pay his tuition. Simple. But it was completely ruined when he saved his coworker from falling into the lion enclosure, fell in himself and died on a Thursday before he could eat his dinner. The worst part? It wasn't even supposed to be him. His coworker Rena was the one meant to fall. The one meant to come to this world. The one meant to receive the mission, the body, the whole thing. But Neve saved her. So now it was his problem. Waking up as a red panda in a beast world where nobody had ever seen a red panda before was not on his schedule. Neither was being mistaken for a female by an entire tribe including the chief. Neither was the system that showed up and handed him the most unhinged mission he had ever read in his life. {Welcome Host! Your mission — build a tribe of two hundred!} Neve grabbed a stick and started drawing recruitment plans in the dirt. Leadership structures. Resource management. He was actually proud of himself. {Clarification — the two hundred refers to litters.} The stick dropped. "LITTERS?!" {Do keep up, Host.} And as if the system wasn't already his biggest enemy, he shifted. One moment, he's a small confused red panda with no plan. Next moment, he's standing in the beast world looking like THAT. Pale skin. Black hair with red at the tips. Golden eyes. Red ears that had absolutely no business being that attractive. Suddenly every powerful, dangerous and completely unhinged beast man within breathing distance had very strong feelings about him. Neve did not build a harem. The harem built itself around him and refused to leave. . Three years later... "The litters are out!" Roan announced, wiping what was definitely not a tear from his face. "Twelve. Healthy. Beautiful. I counted twice." Aldric appeared in the doorway with a warm cloth. "How is he? Does he need anything? I made soup—" "I also made soup," Kael said quietly from the corner where he had apparently been standing for an unknown amount of time. "I made soup first," Aldric said. The door burst open. Ryken stood in the frame breathing hard as he had sprinted from the eastern border. His eyes went straight to Neve. "I came as fast as I could. Are you— is he— are they—" "Everyone is fine," Cael said from beside Neve, not looking up. Ryken sagged with relief. Then looked around at the room full of husbands competing to be the most useful and frowned. "Did I miss anything?" Vaelthorn's ancient, unbothered face shifted into something that was almost a smile from his corner. "Only one question left." He looked around the room slowly. "Whose litter is Neve producing next?" "MINE!" Every single one of them said at the same time. Neve lay back, completely surrounded as he stared at the ceiling and thought about his old life. His old job. His old stinky enclosures. 'I'd genuinely rather be back in that zoo right now.' . . He was a zookeeper. He just never expected to end up as the most protected, most fought over and most aggressively loved creature in the entire beast world. Nobody warned him that working with animals was a lifetime commitment.
Nightmare_001 · 495.1k Views

A DUKE'S CRIMSON SCANDAL

Lucien's control was fraying. He watched Elian's shoulders shake, watched fat tears roll down those flushed cheeks as the younger man tried—and failed—to hold back broken sobs. The sight should have disgusted him. Instead, it ignited something feral in his chest. "Be quiet, Elian," Lucien warned, voice low and strained. Elian's head snapped up, eyes blazing through the tears. "No! I will not be quiet!" His voice cracked, raw and defiant. "I demand you let me go. Set me—ah!" Lucien moved before he could think. In one brutal motion, he slammed Elian against the nearest wall, the impact knocking the breath from both of them. Elian's back hit stone with a dull thud, his wrists pinned above his head by one of Lucien's large hands. "Be quiet," Lucien hissed again, forehead pressed against Elian's, their breaths mingling hot and desperate. Elian whimpered, twisting uselessly in his grip. "You monster… you—" Lucien's mouth crashed down on his. It wasn't gentle. It wasn't a kiss—it was a claim. Hard, punishing, devouring. Elian gasped into it, the sound swallowed instantly as Lucien pressed closer, body caging him completely against the cold wall. The taste of salt from Elian's tears mixed with something sweeter, something that made Lucien's blood roar. Elian struggled for half a second… then his lips parted on a broken moan. Lucien pulled back just enough to growl against his mouth, "I said be quiet." But Elian—trembling, furious, aching—only whispered back, voice wrecked: "Make me." **** Some truths are worth killing for. ​Son of a traitor, Elian Morel was meant to burn in the Duke's dungeon. Instead, the ruthless Duke Lucien pulls him from the darkness and keeps him locked in his private wing—close enough to watch, to touch, to break. Elian hides a dangerous gift: with one touch, he can drag out the truth behind any lie. Lucien is cold precision and merciless control, a man bound by a royal betrothal and secrets of his own. But the more he tries to possess Elian, the more his iron restraint begins to crack. In a world of court intrigue and deadly politics, their charged proximity turns into something darker—something hungry. Every defiance, every forced confession, every lingering gaze pushes them closer to the edge. Between captor and captive, hatred and desire, a forbidden bond begins to form. One that could destroy them both. Power, obsession, and a love that defies the throne.
Rosegold_n · 188.2k Views

Desired by the Famous Rake of Monclair

[WARNING: MATURED CONTENT (R18)] Penelope Anderson, long past the age society deems “marriageable” and burdened by rumor, devotes herself to securing a perfect match for her younger sister after experiencing an unsuccessful courtship. Everything proceeds as planned until Lord Anthony Ravenport, a notorious rake she once met under scandalous circumstances, becomes her sister’s most promising suitor. Though Penelope knows he is dangerously unsuitable, his status makes him impossible to refuse. As tensions rise, so does an undeniable attraction between Penelope and Anthony, one that threatens to ruin not only her sister’s future, but the fragile reputation of their entire family. *** “Why do you despise me so much that you consider everything I do unworthy of your blessings!” he demanded, eyes bright with frustration and restrained fury. “Because you are unworthy of one!” she yelled back, her gaze holding the same frustration as his. “You’re unworthy to be a husband, unworthy of my sister, unworthy of love, unworthy of everything! Your presence is only making things worse for Franseca,” “And your presence isn’t?!” he spat back, his composure gradually dwindling as seconds passed. “Just because you think you’re better off unmarried doesn’t make her one. She shows interest in me as much as I do her!” “Oh, is that so?” She countered, mockery and disbelief laced in her tone. “I know men like you. And men like you thrive on pity and selfishness, believing women to be nothing else but breeders and assets! How dare you speak of interest when all you think of is what benefit my sister possesses!” “I know women like you,” he retorted, keeping his voice likewise. “Women whose conclusions are based on personal grudges. Women who are blinded by rage, envy, and jealousy, disguised under safety. Women whose hearts are hardened by grief and sorrow, and all they can think of is affecting other people’s lives!” “How dare you,” Penelope seethed, expression cold in fury and her gaze heated in cold rage. No one has ever talked to her the way he did, and it annoyed her to such an extent that she could barely recognize herself anymore. “Oh, are you pained?” he snorted, mockery plastered in his expression. They were so close, so improperly close that their breath fanned against each other, eyes brightened in rage, chest rising and falling from such pressure. But neither of them seemed to realize. “You are… insufferable!” She spat. “And you’re… aggravating!” he returned, hot breath matching hers, as their chest rose and fell in exasperation. For a moment, the world revolved around heated glares and venomous expressions. Finally, those pair of grey eyes left the storm of dark-brown ones, descending on her lips that were only an inch away. Sensing his diverted attention, her breath stuttered in response, eyes descending against those inviting lips in return. Penelope’s heart raced wildly, breath puffing furiously as she swallowed the lump down her throat, unconsciously wetting her lips. “S-Stay away… from my sister,” She said, words barely above a whisper. Her heart raced, echoing in her ears, causing her to feel dizzy. His eyes darkened as they remained on those inviting lips. “You’ll be the end of me,” he whispered back. And in the blink of an eye, his lips crashed against hers. *** PS: BASED ON HISTORICAL SETTINGS AND TIMELINE. #Slowburnromance #enemiestolovers A/N: There will be slow updates for now, until I conclude “Surrendered To The Lord Of Sin”. Although this is my entry for WSA 2026. Thank you for trying this out!
Ace_zza · 67.9k Views
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Jujutsu Kaisen: Tremor

There was nothing. No light, no sound, no memory—just an endless void where a nameless soul drifted through eternity, forgetting piece by piece who they once were. Until something changed. A collision. A body. A second chance. He wakes up in a cramped Tokyo apartment with silver hair, golden ringed eyes, and a power thrumming through his very core—the ability to shatter space itself with his bare hands. The same devastating power that made Whitebeard the strongest man in the world, now flowing through him in a reality where curses hunt humans and sorcerers fight in the shadows. But his rebirth comes with a price. Standing in his apartment, grinning with stitched flesh and childlike curiosity, is Mahito—a special-grade curse who just accidentally created something he's never seen before. And outside? The streets of Shibuya are crawling with transfigured humans and curses, the opening moves of the deadliest night in jujutsu history already in motion. No training. No allies. No idea how to consciously control cursed energy. Just raw power, desperate instinct, and the will to survive in a world he recognizes but doesn't understand. When he cracks reality itself and sends Mahito flying through the Tokyo skyline, one thing becomes clear: he's not going back to that void. Not without a fight. Thrown into the chaos of the Shibuya Incident with nothing but the power to make the earth tremble and space itself shatter, he'll have to learn fast, fight harder, and hope that sheer destructive force is enough to survive Halloween night in a city descending into hell. In a world where cursed spirits feast on fear and sorcerers die by the dozens, one reincarnated soul with the power to quake reality itself is about to make Shibuya, and the world Tremor. (100% original save for AI usage for grammar and spelling)
kurboblam · 889.7k Views

HOTD:The Multiverse Evil System [R+18]

Heroes are born to save the world. Adrian Black was reborn to break it. ​As a struggling writer, Adrian knew the tropes: reincarnation, a system, a second chance. But the Multiverse Evil System isn’t a blessing—it’s a death sentence. Eight previous hosts have already been slaughtered by the protagonists of the worlds they invaded. Adrian is the ninth, and he refuses to be another footnote in a hero’s journey. ​To survive, he must not just act the part; he must become the monster. ​His first destination? The apocalypse-ridden world of Highschool of the Dead. But he isn’t a student fighting for survival. He is Masao Busujima—the legendary Sword Saint, the head of a powerful clan, and the father of the deadly Saeko Busujima. ​With the apocalypse looming and the boundaries of moral decency crumbling, Adrian looks at this new world not with fear, but with hunger. The zombies are mere background noise. The real game is power, control, and the accumulation of Sin Points. ​From the sanctity of his dojo to the chaos of the streets, Adrian will rewrite the script. He will claim the wealth, the status, and the "forbidden flowers" of this world. ​The hero saves the beauty. The villain claims her. .... ..... ..... [WARNING: This work contains a lot of explicit content like Incest, Rape, etc., which may not be suitable for all audiences. However, there is NO NTR and NO YURI] Read at your own discretion. [A/N: All characters in this story are of legal age.] Discord:https://discord.gg/Rntx3SxvYj ​Not a fan of monthly subscriptions? You can now send a one-time tip via Gumroad! It helps me keep this fic a priority and ensures the updates stay consistent: https://immortaldaowriter.gumroad.com/l/vchiqn
Arthur_3413 · 1.8m Views

The Possessive Lord's Contract Wife

Eloise’s hand trembled as Damien closed the distance between them. “You know too much,” he said, his voice low yet threatening. “Then give me reason to keep your secret,” Eloise replied, her chin lifting with defiance. She had nothing to lose now with her father gone. Damien’s gaze softened, just enough to keep her confidence alive. “Be mine, Eloise. Only then will both our futures remain intact,” he accepted the proposal. *** Upon her bedridden father’s request, Eloise Wilkins travels to town to stay with her uncle’s family for the season. Whilst Elosie enjoys her stay, she is unaware of her uncle’s plans to steal the money her father has set aside for her to inherit after his death. One fateful night at a ball brings a shocking revelation about her father’s death, and the culprit behind it is someone she least expected. Before her uncle seals her fate, Eloise stumbles into a childhood friend whom she proposes to using a secret he needs to remain hidden to force him accept her offer. With the help of her new husband, could Eloise expose the truth behind her father’s death? … After a reunion with his childhood love, Damien Hawthorne does the unexpected and gets married to the ever-so-cheerful Eloise Wilkins. Damien uses his power to help Eloise expose her family’s deeds and reclaim what belongs to her. Given a second chance with Eloise, Damien doesn’t intend to let her slip between his fingers again.
Violet_167 · 657.3k Views