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Yang Zheyu,a fearless mafia boss ruled the underworld with unquestionable authority. Most people who had somehow offended him always ended up in his basement ,none of them surviving. It was even a taboo for ordinary men to mention his full name as it would land you in trouble. But what will happen when the invincible mafia boss ended up in someone else's basement, furthermore a college student? A little daredevil that likes to push his buttons. A boy who has been obsessed with him for three years.                              ***** "I'm not into guys. No matter what you do I won't give you what you want,"Yang Zheyu asserted, feeling annoyed. He had been thinking about his empire and going back to it so he wasn't exactly in a good mood. "You'll definitely eat your words after I unleash my next move,"the boy replied with a cheeky grin,"Anyway ,have some water first,"he said raising a glass of water to the mafia boss' lips. Yang Zheyu rarely consumed anything given by strangers till he was kidnapped and right now water was a necessity. He gulped down the colourless liquid soothing his dry throat but the cooling effect was soon replaced by something else. The temperature suddenly shifted or rather skyrocketed.He felt a sudden hotness in the usually cold room,his body began perspiring,his member twitched in arousal,his pants tightening— common symptoms that most likely pointed to one thing. "You drugged me!" He snapped in realization and the boy let out an evil chuckle. "Mr Yang,what do you think of my move?" Nie Ruizhi asked,a sly smirk adorning his beautiful countenance, "You can't resist me now , can you?" He added lips stretching into a cheeky grin.

Dark romance x mature content x slow burn. Fedora loved him. Miguel loved him too obsessively. Possessively. To the point where devotion blurred into control. Miguel wanted to be involved in everything that touched Fedora’s life, and he proved, time and again, that he would go against his own will, spill blood, even die if it meant keeping Fedora spoiled, protected, and tethered to him. On the surface, Miguel was everything anyone could dream of. Until Fedora fell so deeply in love that he hit rock bottom and realised the darkness there was too suffocating for both his aesthetic and his sanity. He thought he knew Miguel. He was catastrophically wrong. Fedora had been blind to the beast he let into his heart. The truth comes apart slowly, cruelly: Miguel is the reason Fedora has no family. The reason is that there is no life for him beyond Miguel’s shadow. And worst of all, Fedora had chosen him anyway, his memories erased not by force, but by misplaced devotion. “Pick a gun and empty it into his brain.” The solution sounds simple. It isn’t. Fedora doesn’t know what’s real anymore. He can’t tell if what he shared with Miguel, the man he once humiliated in a bar, the man who later became his lover, was genuine love or a carefully staged performance fueled by manipulation, guilt, and obsession. The cruel irony? Miguel is wrapped around Fedora’s fingers, tight as a rosary around a nun’s hand. And yet, Fedora is still the one trapped. Now he must decide. Will he avenge his family? Will love survive the truth? And if Miguel dies, will it be swift… or slow enough to satisfy the damage left behind? This isn’t a romance. It’s a beautifully brutal descent into love, control, and consequence. Enter at your own risk. ********* . warning!!! Some statements, scenes, and incidents in this book may not sit well with religious readers. [Everything is fictional and not intended to harm or coerce your mind in any way]

Ashton grew up in a poor family that never had enough. His father was a drug addict his mother, though hardworking, was hopelessly devoted to him. She worked three shifts just to keep the lights on, but she was rarely home. As the youngest of three, Ashton grew up Wearing hand-me-downs and facing ridicule for his shabby clothes, he swore that one day, he’d never be poor again. College was supposed to be his new beginning. He’d been saving money since he was fourteen and thought he’d found love his first boyfriend, his supposed forever. But forever ended when that same boyfriend drained his savings and disappeared. Heartbroken, Ashton realized that hard work and honesty didn’t always pay off. Love, he decided, was just another transaction and if love was the game, he would play it to win. So he decided to became a gold digger. And he wasn’t ashamed. Ashton knew he couldn’t succeed on his own, so he crossed paths with Rose. Fortunately or unfortunately for him( only time could tell), Rose was the best of the best, a brilliant and smart gold digger who had turned seduction into an art. Somehow, Ashton convinced Rose to become his mentor. But Ashton had his own way to drive anyone mad and before long, he was giving Rose a constant migraine. After careful research, he found his perfect target: Alexander Rivera a 46-year-old Italian businessman, divorced, wealthy, and handsome for his age. Alexander had everything Ashton wanted. The age gap didn’t matter. All Ashton saw was a way out. a chance to finish college, pay rent, and finally live without struggle. Alexander Rivera would be his ticket to happiness. Ashton: My name might not be Luna, but I sure know how to Lovegood.(bites his lower lip) Alexander:........... Ashton: I'll show you my secret passage, but only if you solemnly swear that you're up to no good.( wink-wink) Alexander:........... Ashton:I'd like to get your Basilisk into my Chamber of Secrets.(looks at rose across the room as if saying "I seemed hot right? right") Rose:..........( I don't f*cing know this guy) Alexander sighs softly, voice low and calm: "no more drinks for you." younger,shameless, money worshipping,Harry Potter books obsessed fan, cheeky, chaotic bottom × older, composed, wealthy,possessive, and generous to his little baby top

Born and raised in a lab Tristan must figure out how to live and survive in the outside world. To make matters worse he has 4 others to look after. He's the oldest but is always being taken care of, to make sure his lab siblings want for nothing, Tristan will need to make a difficult decision. The goal is to provide for his siblings but he ends up living just like he was groomed to live. On top of everything else, there are four alphas who want to mate with him, and they don't mind sharing. Will Tristan accept his fate? Or will he runaway?

[18+, nsfw, mature content, sensitive content] *Finally finished! the side story for Zion/Suga is still going. Thanks for the support~* "From the tips of his hair to his lips and eyes—everything about him is red. His entire being screams 'walking red flag.' And yet, he treats me differently... or is it just my imagination?" After the death of his parents in a car accident, Akagi Suga sold his parents' house and moved to unknown apartment in Shinjuku. He raised his younger brother alone, their life didn't go smoothly but at least as long as Suga lived with his younger brother, their life was always pleasant. Until finally people from IHPS (International Human Protection Squad) approached him, making Akagi Suga remember again that his father was a former instructor of that 'neutral' special forces. He didn't want to get involved with people from an organization created by elites under the guise of ‘military’, an organization filled with crazy people, but when Nakajima Yuki, his childhood friend asked Suga to join IHPS, at first Suga refused, however— "It wasn't an accident, both your parents were killed." He already had this suspicion for a long time. 'Will going to IHPS make it easier for me to find out which organization killed my parents?' And why did a madman named Zion Hughes always make it difficult for him to find out about the organization? — (additional: mpreg focused chapters in vol. 2 after Egotistic/sides)

Jungtae saw that face again after all these years...but now he carried fear and trauma. Blood stained the hands of someone who had once been important to him. "Did you miss me?" Eight years ago, all Han Jungtae wanted was a quiet, peaceful life. He never imagined it would change the moment two pairs of eyes began following his every move. From that day on, something dark took root in his life. Hyun Woojin and Kwon Owen drew him into a world tangled with secrets, obsession, and hidden motives. As Jungtae gets pulled deeper, he finds himself caught between Owen’s captivating charm and Woojin’s warm, magnetic presence. Every choice he makes draws him closer to danger, and to a future he could never have imagined. ***Present-Backstory-Present ***Slow Burn

He was hired to kill the ghost. Instead, he married it. Life needs only two things to go on—the thing you love, and the obsession to keep it with you. A young, smiling exorcist’s lips have forgotten how to show the pain or anger he truly feels. He roams with only two aims: to save common people from darkness, and to solve the mystery of his own father’s death—for which he is called the murderer. Then, he is summoned back to his own hometown, Yún Xi—now cursed—to cleanse it of an unknown Red Robe Ghost. But fate had different plans. He did not only uncover the mystery behind the ghost… but also the mystery behind himself. The ghost became this exorcist’s tears, long forgotten how to fall. Their hunting story stays immortal, untold. But his journey to find his identity does not. And that is how he goes where he belongs, but never knew. A part of the System Tearstone realm. [Side novel of V1]

Rule number one of being a successful fake demonic cultivator: never meet the real thing. Unfortunately for Língxi—recently exiled and making ends meet with impressive special effects and a convincing snarl—no one gave Kage Ou the memo. Kage Ou is serenity incarnate, with a smile that doesn’t reach his ancient, bottomless eyes. He finds Língxi’s act… charming. What begins as a bizarre mentorship (Lesson one: how to order tea without making the server faint) spirals into something dangerously like friendship. Língxi gets a front-row seat to real power. Kage Ou gets a guide to the modern world. It’s a perfect arrangement, until Língxi uncovers the truth behind Kage Ou’s name: a legacy written in the blood of a forgotten clan. The monster he’s teaching to blend in has a past that refuses to stay buried. Língxi mastered the art of pretending to be a demon. He never learned how to survive loving one.

Centuries ago, a new kind of curse system was created to punish the 5th class god named Jiǎng Língxi—now wearing the skin of a powerful mortal Dàozǔ from the Méi Rén Sect. The curse was named System Tearstone. The curse had no form, only a red gem floating in a dark fog. Then it met a perfectly broken yet unbreakable child named Kirihito Orohana, later known as Wèi Yīlíng. The curse roamed for half an eternity, bound to the pure soul’s revenge and its own mission: to win the Violet Throne and become the 5th god itself. But cool ice always melts, today or tomorrow. The curse system itself is also cursed. So will he never fall for anyone and claim the throne? Or will he remove his own existence by destroying the curse—or by becoming the full Violet Gem once more? Welcome to System Tearstone— where soft beginnings lie, and descent is inevitable… and beautiful. Author’s Note : The beginning may feel soft—almost deceptively gentle. Please don’t be fooled. System Tearstone is my beloved monster. Written without safety, without shortcuts, carved straight from bone and breath. It is a story about devotion that scars, about gods who fail, and about choosing to feel— even when feeling hurts. If you choose to read this, you become one of my tearstones— something fragile, something precious, kept close through both tears and quiet smiles. This is not a game system. It is an emotionally cursed one.

Miles Reed works as a PR manager for superstar Cole Bennette, Jonathan’s charming uncle, and a man who seems impossible to tolerate. Cole is demanding, infuriating, and irresistible, and Miles is determined to survive the chaos without losing his sanity. But when a dangerous stalker puts Miles in harm’s way, he sees a side of Cole he never expected: a protective, fierce, and undeniably magnetic side that makes his heart race. Caught between professional duty and a growing, forbidden desire, Miles falls first. And in this game of temptation and attraction, can Cole ever fall for his PR manager?

Some minds are meant to be broken. Others are meant to break free. Dr. Adrian Cross has built his career on understanding the fractured mind. As a forensic psychologist, he's evaluated hundreds of criminals, always maintaining perfect professional distance. But when he's assigned to assess Elias Verne—a world-renowned pianist accused of brutally murdering his mentor, Dr. Vincent Ashford—everything Adrian thought he knew begins to unravel. Elias claims he doesn't remember the murder. He speaks of blackouts, of a voice that isn't his own, of an alternate personality named Elliot—his dead twin brother—who takes control and does things Elias would never do. Adrian recognizes the symptoms: Dissociative Identity Disorder. But he also recognizes something else—something that makes his blood run cold. Twenty years ago, Adrian and Elias were both patients at Riverside Institute for Behavioral Health, both subjects in Dr. Ashford's experimental program designed to deliberately fracture children's minds and create controllable alternate personalities. Adrian's memories of that time are fragmentary, buried beneath years of psychological walls. But Elias—or rather, Elliot—remembers everything. As Adrian fights to prove Elias's innocence, he's drawn into a dangerous conspiracy involving illegal human experimentation, institutional cover-ups, and a secret organization that will kill to protect its secrets. But the deeper Adrian digs, the more he questions his own memories, his own identity, and his own sanity. Because the evidence suggests something impossible: Adrian and Elias's minds aren't just similarly broken—they're connected. Their memories overlap. Their traumas intertwine. And the alternate personality that killed Dr. Ashford might not belong to Elias at all. It might belong to Adrian. A dark psychological thriller about trauma, identity, forbidden love, and the terrifying question: Who are you when you can't trust your own mind?

An exiled princess, a poisoned husband, and a battle for power—Eirian Soliel refuses to be forgotten, but can she turn a cold marriage into a fiery alliance before it’s too late? First cousin to the King and the darling of the Court of Sorrow, Eirian has spent most of her life indulging all her whims and fantasies under the protection of her royal blood, but when her father’s sudden re-marriage results in a son, she finds herself suddenly shuffled aside. On top of that, her longtime on-and-off romantic partner suddenly betrays her. Instead of proposing to her, he shows up to her birthday ball, married to a low-ranked Lady without a word of warning. Eirian’s life is upended, and her stepmother succeeds in exiling her into an arranged marriage with a general who never leaves the distant borderland. Regimented, completely disinterested in the capitol and the Court, and dying from a poison no one can identify, her new husband would rather continue his simple life with his mistress than welcome his new wife, but Eirian refuses to go down without fight. Determined to make a place for herself if she cannot find one, Eirian finds herself facing an enemy she never expected, and she underestimates her shy, gentle husband. Will the General fall for his vivacious Princess, or will Eirian be set aside again?

(BL) Action / Romance Novel. Kai Langford has always lived in the shadow of his twin brother, following orders and blending into the background, until a mysterious vial awakens a dangerous power within him. Thrust into a world of relentless experiments and constant threats, he must fight to survive. Everything shifts when he meets Test Subect: 012, a bright, curly-haired boy whose smile sparks a fragile connection that challenges Kai’s trust and awakens feelings he never knew existed. As he struggles to master his newfound abilities, Kai must navigate a world determined to break him while protecting the people he’s come to care for.

╭──────༺♡༻──────╮ “What happened to ‘Yes, Your Highness’?” A cold voice asked. “What happened to your dignity as a prince?” Elias shot back in anger. He knew he was being unreasonable but he had to be. That was too close. The prince’s hand moved faster than sight. He hooked two fingers under Elias’s chin and jerked him forward. Elias felt the heat crawl up his neck. His face went traitorously red. Their breath mingled. Up close, the prince looked like a predator. A pretty handsome one. ╰──────༺♡༻──────╯ In the halls of Ravenholm Academy, status is measured by efficiency, and magic is a tool for the elite. Elias Thornbloom, a second-year student from a fallen noble house, wants none of that status. With his moss-green hair and silver eyes, Elias is the ghost who views his powers as something to use mainly for his family and to help the plants. His only goal is to restore his family’s tarnished name and return to the quiet orchards of family and grandmother. But the plan for silence of Elias’s life is shattered in the same space he thought was safe. Cassian Thalorin, the perfect and lethal Crown Prince, is dying. He is the victim of a parasitic ancient plant curse that feeds on royal magic. To the King, his father, an inefficient heir is a liability; to Cassian’s ambitious brother, Zayne, the curse is an opportunity to steal the throne. The pact they made was simple. ‘Heal me. You and your family gets to live in peace.’ But what happens when the lines begin to blur? ʚ♡ɞ ʚ♡ɞ ʚ♡ɞ ʚ♡ɞ ʚ♡ɞ ʚ♡ɞ ʚ♡ɞ https://discord.gg/HA8vDUkmhf discord server for my books hi guys! it’s me again I used my previous book to learn a lot of things so this one will definitely be better than the last. I’m putting so much effort into this one so please support me okay? I want this as a career

"When the sky cracks open, only a few are foolish enough to run towards the chaos." Being transmigrated wasn't in Reis’ bucket list. Being so in a godforsaken world with danger lurking everywhere? Not even in his nightmare journal. Reis wasn't going to be a part of that group. Not in a million years. If he were to be the last hope of humanity, humanity was done for. That was a known fact. So how is he supposed to react when his soul is literally dragged out into a void and forced into a foreign body? Or when a blue screen of doom tried to convince him that everything was exactly how it was supposed to be? What about the creature calling himself his guardian despite not even knowing how to hold a human right side up? More than anything, why is he in line for the throne? Surely, he had run out of luck. But that didn't mean he was foolish enough to play hero. No. Reis just had to wait. Until the royal family let their guard down, and he had enough money to escape far away. But how is he supposed to escape from this so-called guardian again, at least before losing the last shred of dignity? Well, not anytime soon. *** Antihero, bitter MC X Villainous, transcend level ML.

His gaze pinned me against the wall, his breath hot against my skin. “Tell me, Little Dove… you feel something for me, don’t you? No more dodging. I want a clear answer.” “Why? B-but I'm your brother's wife.” I managed, my voice steady despite the thundering in my chest. “Fuck that. I want a straightforward answer, so my stance can be clear,” he murmured, leaning in, lips hovering over mine. “Either to steal you from my brother, or…” “Or get over me?” I whispered. He pulled back sharply, his dark eyes narrowing dangerously. “No. Either to steal you from my brother… or take him out of the picture. I will kill if I have to, just to have you all to myself." I stared at him in shock and disbelief. ********************* “I’m going to tell you what I have in mind,” he murmured. “First you’re going to strip down until you’re completely naked,” he whispered against my ear. “Then I’m going to tie you up so you’re completely powerless and subject to my every whim.” “Mmm, sounds good so far,” I murmured. “Then I’m going to insert a plug to prepare you for me. After that, I’m going to spank that sweet ass of yours until it’s rosy with my marks.” I shivered uncontrollably, my mind exploding with the images he evoked. I let out a small whimper as he sucked the lobe of my ear into his mouth. God, I could cum with just his words. I was already aching with need. My nipples tingled and hardened to painful points. My clit pulsed and twitched between my legs until I clamped my thighs together to alleviate the burn. “And then I’m going to f**k your mouth. But I won’t cum. Not yet. When I’m close, I’ll flog you again until your ass is burning and you’re on fire with the need for relief. And then I’m going to f**k that ass. I’m going to take you hard and rough, to the very limits of what you can withstand. I won’t be gentle. Not tonight. I’m going to take you as roughly as you can stand. And then I’m going to cum all over your ass. Are you ready to be completely and utterly dominated?"

Jian Ci is the light. An S-class Esper, his powers ripple with the warmth of a thousand suns, his smile a blinding beacon that draws humanity, and hope, to him like moths to a flame. He is the Sun, a magnetic force of nature, utterly unaware of the abyss that gazes back. Yu Xi is the dark. A shadow with skin, a man who walks through life with a silent, consuming emptiness, broken only by a singular, scorching singularity... Jian Ci. He is the Abyss, a dark constellation orbiting a single star, and his existence is now defined by the answer to one terrifying question. How far are you willing to go for him? Yu Xi’s response, spoken as clearly as a death sentence. “To hell and back.” This is the story of an impossible equation: Light + Darkness = ? It is a love that warps physics and morality, a descent into an obsession so profound it threatens to rip the very fabric of their world. Yu Xi knows their combination is impossible, a contradiction that should result in utter annihilation. Yet, with a quiet, terrifying devotion, he is prepared to burn the world, his own soul included, if it means securing his star.

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 ^^

He's dying... And never know he still has the strength to moan until Lucian Vale walks into his life. The cold, untouchable billionaire CEO with a flawless image, Rowan Donovan has six months left to live. Rowan has never desired a man. Never imagined wanting one. Never questioned who he was—until one day, he encounters a distinctively strange man, Lucian Vale. Lucian looks at him like he already knows how Rowan tastes. Lucian is sin dressed as a smile. Too bold. Too close. Too aware of the way Rowan stiffens when their bodies brush, the way his breath hitches when Lucian’s voice drops lower, slower, deliberate. Rowan tells himself it’s stress. Curiosity. A lapse in control. But his body doesn’t lie. He reacts to Lucian in ways he never has before- hard, desperate, undone. He moans for a man whose touch feels dangerous and addictive, whose hands don’t ask permission before taking what Rowan never knew he could give. What starts as secret nights meant to silence curiosity turns into something darker and deeper: need, craving, surrender. And somewhere between sweat-soaked sheets and whispered breaths, Rowan realizes the most terrifying truth of all— he doesn’t just want Lucian’s body. He wants to live. But Lucian is hiding something. Did Lucian just come to make the dying CEO moan before his death… or to decide whether he deserves to survive?

My 2026 WSA Novel. Warning? This is a dark romance. 18+ __________________________________ In a world where some people have powers and others are born to take them away, Jin Young was once a Purifier — someone strong enough to erase abilities and guide lost souls. He fought in a war against rogue powered beings, losing everyone he cared for. Left alone in a broken world, he thought his story was over. One day, he finds himself in a thick fog where time stands still. There, he meets another version of himself — weak, dying, from a different world. This other Jin Young asks him one thing: "Please live my life for me." He says it with regret: "I ruined everything... but you've suffered enough to carry on." Jin agrees.