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The Undead's Personal Slave

Samantha never expected to find magic in her hometown, let alone in a dimly lit bar on a rainy Tuesday night. Yet here she was, perched on a barstool at the Black Swan, her world about to tilt on its axis. The air thrummed with an otherworldly energy she couldn't quite place. Ethereal dancers moved like smoke across the floor, their bodies fluid and mesmerizing. As Samantha nursed her drink, she felt the weight of curious stares prickling her skin. That's when she saw him. Marcus. A name she didn't know yet, but one that would soon be etched into her very soul. Their eyes locked across the crowded room, and Samantha's breath caught in her throat. He moved with predatory grace, all lean muscle and barely restrained power. Their first interaction was as intoxicating as it was bewildering. One moment, he was her gallant protector, rescuing her from an overly aggressive drunk. The next, his eyes hardened to chips of ice as he snarled, "Stupid girl," before melting into the shadows. Samantha's mind reeled, but her body hummed with an excitement she couldn't explain. Little did she know, this encounter was merely the first step into a world beyond her wildest fantasies – a realm where vampires ruled the night and pain blurred exquisitely with pleasure. As she delved deeper into this hidden society, Samantha found herself drawn to the intoxicating blend of power, submission, and supernatural allure. The crack of a whip, the whisper of leather, the exquisite sting of fangs – each sensation pushed her boundaries and ignited desires she never knew existed. But with every ecstatic high came the sobering reality of danger. Vampire politics were as deadly as they were intricate, and Samantha soon realized she was a pawn in a game where the stakes were life, death, and eternal servitude. As she left the Black Swan that night, Samantha couldn't shake the feeling that she stood on the precipice of something life-changing. She had no idea how right she was, or how deeply she would fall into a passionate, dangerous dance with forces beyond her imagination. The real question was: in this world where pleasure and peril intertwined so intimately, would she emerge empowered... or lose herself completely?
rach_sales · 251.7k Views

To Be Loved by the Mafia Prince

Zara never expected one impulsive act of kindness to tie her to one of Genoa’s most powerful families. The night she helped a wounded stranger, she didn’t know he was Luca Bellini, the heir to an old empire built on influence, silence, and carefully buried violence. In Luca’s world, kindness is currency. It is exchanged, negotiated, or weaponized. It is never freely given. But Zara gives it without asking for his name. That is what unsettles him. That is what stays. What begins as quiet gratitude becomes something far more dangerous. Luca finds himself searching for her in places he has no reason to be. Memorizing the rhythm of her routines. Ensuring a car is always nearby. Ensuring no unfamiliar face lingers too long. He tells himself it is precaution. The night she saved him, he was attacked by one of his father’s rivals. Anyone connected to him becomes leverage. Weakness. Target. He cannot afford weakness. And yet, he cannot seem to walk away. The closer he watches, the more he realizes Zara is unlike anyone in his carefully controlled world. She speaks to him without fear. Looks at him without calculation. Treats him like a man instead of a surname. For the first time, Luca Bellini wants something that cannot be acquired through power. But the heir to an old mafia dynasty does not pursue recklessly. Enemies are waiting. Alliances are fragile. One wrong move could place Zara directly in the crossfire. So he keeps his distance. He protects her from the shadows. He tells himself watching is enough. Until the line between protection and obsession begins to blur. And the most dangerous thing about Luca Bellini is not the empire he will inherit... It’s what he is willing to risk for the one person who was never meant to be part of it.
sofyaleblanc · 1.7k Views

TO TAME THE BRUTAL LYCAN BEAST

Valoria was the omega who couldn't shift — the pack freak no one wanted. Her fated mate chose her sister on the altar. Her father's solution? Hand her over as a spare bride to Lycan King Azrael — the most feared, most ruthless lycan alive. A beast who doesn't love, doesn't feel, and doesn't show mercy. He didn't want her either. But he kept her — not as a wife, not as a mate. As a toy. Something pretty to break when he's bored. "You're mine until I decide you're not, little mouse. And I haven't decided yet." He tortures her, taunts her, watches her break and smiles like it's art. But somewhere between the cruelty and the madness, his hands learned her body before his heart learned her name. He doesn't want to love her — he wants to own her, tame her, ruin her so completely that no one else will ever want what's left. And the damning part? She's starting to crave it. But there is a little secret that Azrael doesn't know. This is not Valoria's first rodeo in life. He doesn't know the Moon Goddess ripped her from death with one mission; to seduce him, tame him, and end his reign. One hundred days. That's all she has before he kills her or she kills him. The only thing the goddess didn't warn her about was the thin chance of falling for the monster she's supposed to destroy WARNINGS: This is a DARK romance. Azrael is not your soft misunderstood hero. He is brutal, possessive, morally corrupt, addictive, and utterly unhinged. Expect 18+ smutty content, dubcon, PLOT TWISTS, and a monster who might either steal or crush your heart. Proceed at your own risk (of addiction, lmao).
NadiaSparks · 117.1k Views