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Aanya Lu is a simple, hardworking girl who believes talent and honesty can change fate. She has no idea that her past is soaked in blood—and that her future is walking straight into danger. When she joins one of Shenzhen’s most powerful companies, she catches the attention of Zain Yan—a flawless CEO in the eyes of the world, but a ruthless and broken man behind closed doors. Zain gives Aanya an important project, mentors her, and pulls her closer to him. To Aanya, he is strict but fair. To Zain, she is nothing but a tool. Years ago, Zain lost his mother and younger sister on a blood-soaked night. The man responsible was Lu Kang—Aanya’s beloved uncle, the man she trusted like family. Zain plans to use Aanya to destroy Lu Kang completely. But fate turns cruel. Aanya’s intelligence and hidden strength attract the attention of the underworld’s most feared ruler—the Dragon King. Seeing her as a future threat, he orders her death. For the first time, Zain’s perfect plan collapses. The girl he meant to sacrifice becomes the girl he risks his life to protect. Surrounded by bullets, betrayal, and blood, Zain makes a shocking move— A forced contract marriage. In front of the world—and in front of Lu Kang— Zain declares Aanya as his wife. Now Aanya is trapped in a marriage she never chose, tied to a man full of secrets, and standing at the center of a war she doesn’t understand. Is she merely a pawn in Zain’s revenge? Or the only weakness of the Heartless Wolf? As buried truths rise, as the connection between the Dragon King and Lu Kang is revealed, and as Aanya uncovers why Zain really chose her— It won’t just be love or trust that breaks… but the very cage imprisoning a wounded heart.Note: I am a new writer, so there may be some small mistakes in my novel. Your love and support are my greatest strength.”

"You think you can handle my world, Bella?" Leo growled, his eyes blazing with a dangerous intensity as he cornered her. "Once you're in, there’s no way out. I’ll destroy everything you are." Isabella’s breath caught, but she didn’t back down. Her voice was soft but unwavering as she whispered, “Maybe I’m not as fragile as you think. Maybe I want to be destroyed by you.” Leo’s hand gripped her chin, tilting her face up to meet his. “You have no idea what you’re asking for,” he warned, his tone dark and possessive. “I’ll take everything—your innocence, your light. You’ll be mine, completely.” She leaned in closer, her lips barely an inch from his. “Then take it, Leo. Take all of me.” ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* Isabella was beautiful and innocent, with a kind heart and a true desire to help others. Her innocence wasn't because she was naive, but because she chose to see the good in the world, even when she knew about its darker sides. She was quiet, preferring to stay behind the scenes, but when it came to hacking, she was fearless. Her mind worked like a supercomputer, able to break into any system with ease. Leonardo Moretti was the dangerous mafia boss everyone was warned to stay away from. He was cold, ruthless, and didn't seem to care about anything. But everything changed when he found himself unexpectedly married to Isabella, a woman who seemed innocent and weak. What would happen when Leonardo discovered that his new wife was not just any woman, but a super hacker? ⚠️ WARNING ⚠️ - Mature Themes - He Fell First and Harder - 18+ Content - Mafia World - Weak to Strong - Slow burn

Joan Cater is a young woman chasing success on her own terms. Beautiful, intelligent, and dangerously self-aware, she does not believe in love. Men, to her, are tools, distractions, or temporary pleasures. Yet she cannot deny her attraction to power, beauty, and the intoxicating feeling of being in control. She calculates everything—her career, her relationships, her future. She chooses. She targets. She wins. Until she sets her eyes on a man who has already been watching her for five years. Adrian ..... What begins as curiosity quickly turns into something far more dangerous. He is not like the others. He does not chase her. He waits. Is it love? Is it fate? Or is it something far more twisted? This is not a typical romance between a woman and a powerful man. This is the story of two predators who found each other. And only one question remains— Will Joan truly live the life she chose… or the life that was chosen for her?

[Warning: Mature Content R-18+] Ren, a world-class chef with a low tolerance for idiots, didn't plan on dying. She definitely didn't plan on waking up in a jungle where the men have ears, tails, and absolutely zero concept of personal space. Welcome to the Beast World, where "courtship" usually involves a dead carcass at your feet and a very direct sniff of your behind. Ren’s goal? Survival. The Beastmen’s goal? Breeding. Armed only with a cast-iron skillet and a Gourmet Hunter System that trolls her as much as it helps, Ren realizes she has a unique problem. Her cooking is so good it cures the beasts' "Feral Madness." The side effect? It makes them incredibly… frustrated. Now, she’s stuck with four apex predators who look at her like she’s the main course. Ren just wants to open a restaurant and introduce civilization to these savages. Unfortunately, they’re more interested in glazing her buns than the ones in the oven. Warning: Contains heavy comedy, shameless flirting, accidental flashing, and a slow burn that will leave you as thirsty as the male leads. ----- Excerpt: "Put that down!" Ren shrieked, wielding her spatula like a sword. Kael, the massive White Tiger beastman, froze. He was currently naked, gloriously muscular, and holding her lace underwear between two sharp claws like it was a delicate flower. "This," Kael grumbled, sniffing the fabric deeply, "smells like you. But why is it so small? It covers nothing. Is this a courting gift?" "It’s a thong, you over-sized house cat! Give it back!" "No," Kael growled low in his throat, his golden eyes darkening with heat as he stepped closer, backing her into the kitchen counter. "If you want it back, you’ll have to take it from me. Preferably with your teeth." [System Notification: The Target 'Kael' has entered Mating Heat. Recommended Action: Run... or appease the beast.] Ren looked at the system screen, then at the eight-pack abs in front of her. "I hate this world." ** Let's Connect: Instagram: dolly_.roma Discord: DollyRoma#7887

Mira Rowan has always suspected the universe has a personal vendetta against her. Orphan? Check. Fired for a theft she didn’t commit? Check. Recently unemployed with exactly three noodles left to her name? Also check. But rock bottom turns out to have a trapdoor. While fleeing kidnappers in the dead of night, Mira crashes into the middle of a brutal fight between two men who are definitely not human—and, unfortunately for everyone involved, she completely loses her patience. So she does what any exhausted, unlucky woman might do. She yells at them to stop fighting… lectures them about life… then sits on the ground and dares them to kill her just to end her terrible day. Silence falls. Because the two enemies trying to tear each other apart—Alpha Kael and Alpha Cane, wolves who would rather burn the world than share it—hear the same impossible word echo inside them: Mate. Now the unluckiest woman alive is bound to the two most dangerous Alphas in existence. She might be their salvation. They might be her destruction. Either way, Mira didn’t just stumble into trouble— She walked straight into a destiny that demands three souls… and one crown.

Scarlett was raised on forbidden tales of the most infamous alpha king to ever exist. An immortal forged by centuries of war, his body carved with scars no time could erase, soul scarred beyond redemption. ‎ ‎His name was never spoken aloud without fear. Even kings among alphas trembled at the legend of him. ‎ ‎He was hatred made eternal, a ruler who drowned history in human blood and ruled through terror alone. ‎ ‎To the world, he was not a myth. ‎ ‎He was judgment. ‎ ‎Death followed him like a lover. Violence was his devotion. His existence was a curse upon the earth, a living embodiment of sin, damnation, and the end of hope. ‎ ‎Never. Not in her darkest dreams did Scarlett believe this nightmare would walk into a chandelier-lit ballroom, his presence bending the air, his gaze finding her with terrifying certainty. Ancient. Possessive. Unavoidable. ‎ ‎And then he spoke the word that shattered destiny itself. ‎ ‎Mate. ‎ ‎In a world where human mates are sacrilege. Where loving one is a crime punishable by death, and being claimed by him means choosing a love soaked in blood, ruin, and eternal damnation. ‎ ‎Because the most dangerous thing in the world is not his wrath… ‎ ‎It is that he wants her. ‎ ‎Oh, wait… this big bad alpha hates humans. What does he want her for?

When a meteorite crashes into the ocean, it triggers a chain reaction that endows millions with extraordinary abilities. The government intervenes, assembling these newfound heroes in a secretive facility. Among them are our protagonists, very different individuals with unique stories. As millions grapple with their newfound powers, friendships form, rivalries emerge, and the line between ally and adversary blurs. They must navigate the complexities of their evolving abilities while uncovering hidden truths that could reshape their world.

“You think I didn’t see it?” Cillian’s voice was low behind me, clipped in that way that meant he was holding something back. “I didn’t invite him to stare,” I said. His hand came up anyway, settling at my hip like an anchor I hadn’t asked for. “It becomes my problem when you put yourself in situations where men decide they can touch you with their eyes,” he said. “I can take care of myself,” I shot back, twisting slightly, though his hand stayed firm, steady. His thumb pressed in, a quiet warning. “You don’t get to walk away from me into places that can hurt you.” I lifted my chin. “And you don’t get to decide what I’m afraid of.” For a moment, the air between us felt tight enough to break. Then his other hand came up, fingers brushing my jaw, tilting my face just enough that I had to meet his eyes. I hated the way my body reacted to the nearness, the way he stood there like a wall I could lean into or slam against. “Let go,” I said. His gaze dropped to my mouth, then lifted again. “Say it like you mean it.” *** My father sold me to marry the mafia prince. Yes, sold. No returns, no warranty. So, I did the only reasonable thing a sane woman would do: I ran. With a new name and a quiet life in a small college town, I built something close to normal. It almost worked. Then Cillian Volkov found me. He stepped into my world like he owned the air in it and waited for me to remember that contracts written in blood did not dissolve just because I changed my name. Cillian was calm in the way predators are calm. Controlled. Unimpressed by my attitude. Annoyingly unmoved by my attempts to be invisible. And the worst part? My body reacted to him like it had forgotten which side it was on. I was not a damsel. I was not innocent. I was not interested in becoming a mafia prince’s consolation prize. But in a world where debts did not disappear and men like him did not lose what they claimed, running might not have been the bravest thing I had ever done. It might have been the dumbest.

At twenty‑nine, she was the youngest CEO in the tech industry—NetVault Security had gone from small startup to Fortune 500 in just six years. The media called her a prodigy. Her board called her unstoppable. Her therapist called her alexithymic. Unable to understand or describe her own emotions. The elevator chimed. Elara didn’t look up. Only one person had after‑hours access. “You’re late,” she said. “The investor meeting is in twelve hours. Did you review the—” “I’m not here about the meeting.” … “Ugh.” Elara lost her life that day at the hands of her mentor and adoptive father. By the next morning, the same people who once called her a genius and praised her to the sky were calling her a coward who killed herself to escape scandal. Then Elara woke up. Not in her office. Not in a hospital. In a different world. In a different body. She was now Elara, the Fourth Princess of this so‑called great kingdom—only to find that this princess was an utter pushover, completely useless in everyone’s eyes. No one feared her. No one respected her. Even her own palace was full of other people’s spies. How is Elara supposed to survive this palace battle, when seven princesses fight in the shadows and she’s known as the weakest one? And can she ever escape this place… or will she decide to win instead? … … “Your Highness, please… ugh…” The leash of light around Mahir’s neck—the head of the knights—tightened with a soft pull. His face flushed red, and not from pain. “Princess, here.” Ken, the strongest beast knight, knelt closer and held out a small pill between his fingers, guiding it gently to Elara’s lips. “Swallow it,” he said quietly. “You used too much power today.” On the floor below the bed, three beastmen knelt in a row, broad shoulders tense, ears twitching, their eyes fixed on her with dazed focus. Thin, glowing leashes of magic ran from their collars to the bands at Elara’s wrists. “Please…” Ken’s voice dropped, rough and a little hoarse. “Put your foot here.” He touched his gloved hand to his chest. “On me.” Elara sighed, half annoyed, half amused, and rested her foot lightly on his armored chest. All three of them drew in a sharp breath at the same time, faces turning even redder as the magic between them flared. Their eyes—gold, amber, and deep brown—looked up at her with the same lost, devoted gaze.

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Samarra Hayden has spent her life running from town to town, from questions no one will answer, from the feeling that her own skin doesn’t quite fit. All she wants is one normal year. One chance to be a teenager instead of a secret. Mill Hollow seems like the perfect place to disappear. A quiet town hidden beneath endless rain and towering forests. A place that feels safe. It isn’t. As Samarra’s nightmares begin to bleed into waking life, long-buried forces start to stir. The wards protecting Mill Hollow weaken. Shadows notice her. And a boy with smoke in his lungs and danger in his eyes recognizes something in her that she doesn’t yet understand. Caught between a fiercely protective guardian who would burn the world to keep her safe, and a dark, magnetic stranger who feels disturbingly familiar, Samarra is pulled into a supernatural conflict older than the town itself. Because Samarra is not human. And the truth in her blood threatens to shatter the fragile boundary between Heaven, Hell, and everything in between. Some legacies are inherited. And some are bound by blood.

Everything was going on well until the night before her wedding, Lin Shuyin’s fairytale life suddenly crumbled from her fiancé's call, dragging her to reality... Her fiancé abandons her for her stepsister, her father and stepmother escape, abandoning her to fend off the reporters and media, and by morning, she’s framed for her grandmother’s murder. Thrown into a cruel underground prison, she dies beaten and broken. But death is only the beginning. An ancient soul awakens within her, a woman who spent a century trapped in a lab, experimented on, and injected with beast blood. When her soul awakens, the weak and naive Shuyin is gone. In her place rises someone colder, sharper… unstoppable. Then comes Lu Yuze, her ex-fiancé’s uncle, a man wrapped in secrets and power. He saves her from the abyss, but not for free. His price? Her blood, and her bone marrow… to save his dying daughter. The only thing Lu Shuyin wanted was revenge, and asked for a contract marriage, and money, these were the most important things to survive out there... In a world where betrayal runs deep, love becomes the most dangerous experiment of all. She’s no longer the victim. She’s the revenge they never saw coming.

When Angels Marry Vampires "Play along, or we're both dead." When Ella wakes in a hospital with no memory, a dangerously handsome stranger claims she's his wife. The lie is simple: pretend to be Mrs. Aaron D'Cruz for three months to save him from a political marriage. The truth is impossible: she's a fire angel princess with amnesia, he's a five-hundred-year-old vampire lord, and their fake marriage might be the only thing preventing a supernatural war. Ella isn't alone. Five other angel cousins—each with elemental powers and forgotten pasts—have been scattered across Earth in the LDH program: a "cultural exchange" that's actually a last-ditch experiment to heal a thousand-year rift between realms. As the Black Rose blooms a century early, its thorns carry memories of a love so forbidden it shattered worlds. Now, twelve interspecies couples must: Remember who they are before the Syndicate hunts them down Master hybrid magics that shouldn't exist Survive the 72-hour realm convergence during full bloom Choose love over ancient hatreds Become the Butterfly Covenant prophesied to save—or destroy—everything An arrogant fire angel who bows to no one A possessive vampire lord who owns everything he touches An innocent earth angel paired with her sky-angel best friend A gloomy dark angel foodie and the lightning wizard who won't stop flirting A protective water angel obsessed with a rule-following perfect witch A wind angel who can't choose between a human artist and a stable earth angel A brutally honest light angel stuck with a chaos fairy who breaks everything she touches Twelve couples. Twelve forbidden loves. One last chance at salvation before the Black Rose consumes all realms.

Ravencrest High looks like a prestigious boarding school, but the truth is far from that. Hidden from humans, it is a training ground for young vampires to master self-control. Humans are enrolled alongside them, because they think it’s just an elite academic program. In reality, their presence keeps the vampires in check, providing occasional feeding opportunities under strict supervision. With the humans completely unaware. Lyra Hale is a new transfer student, hoping for nothing more than a fresh start. She expected a normal school environment. Instead, she finds herself surrounded by students who are weird and secretive. Kieran Black is everything Ravencrest warns against. A high-ranking vampire from one of the oldest bloodlines, he doesn’t believe in the rules meant to keep vampires in line. He sees the humans not as protected guests, but as tempting puzzles, and he can’t resist the effect Lyra has on him from the first moment he notices her. Lyra doesn’t know the truth about the school, the vampires, or Kieran. While she tries to survive in the school, Kieran is drawn to her in ways he can’t fully control. With the school having so much unbendable rules, even the authority can’t be trusted. And the most dangerous person on campus might also be the only one willing to protect her. At Ravencrest, temptation is constant, and love may be the most dangerous mistake of all. `•`•`•|`•`•`•|`•`•`•|`•`•`• [Excerpt] Lyra was halfway down the east corridor, Ravencrest always felt different at night. She hugged her books closer to her chest and stopped when she turned a corner, someone stood at the end of the hall. One foot was propped up behind him, hands in his pockets, head slightly tilted. His eyes locked onto hers, dark and intense, like he had been waiting for her. The hallway suddenly felt smaller and tighter. “Kieran.” “You’re really good at pretending I don’t exist.” “Maybe because you keep showing up where you’re not supposed to be.” His eyes dropped to her lips for half a second before going back to her face. She took a step back as he stepped closer and she froze the second his hand closed over her wrist. Then just as her heart threatened to leap out of her chest, his thumb brushed against the delicate skin of her wrist. His touch sent a shock of warmth through her, a feeling she couldn’t quite figure out no matter how hard she tried. She tried to pull back, but before she could, he tugged her closer and suddenly, the space between them disappeared. Every instinct screamed to push him away, to step back, but she couldn’t. He was just too close. “Kieran…” she whispered, voice trembling. The faintest smirk tugging at the corner of his lips, and those enticing grey eyes that she felt drawn in every second she look at him, like gravity itself had shifted. The way he held her wrist and the way his thumb brushed against them, it was everything but safe. "What are you doing?" "I could kiss you." ***** Cover art is not mine. Full credit goes to the original creator.

CONTENT WARNING This story is intended for a mature audience and contains graphic, intense scenes that may be disturbing to some readers. Reader discretion is strongly advised. DON'T FUCK ME OR YOU D1E... Camilla Gray's loneliness ended when she found a family in the Harts—and a fierce, consuming love in their son, Bran. Their wedding day was soft and sunlit. The kind of day that makes you believe in forever. It shattered on their wedding night. He died inside her. Years later, Camilla isn't healing. She's surviving. She lives as a servant in her own home, enduring the venomous blame of Bran's family, who are convinced she killed him. She's starting to believe them. Then a stranger steps out of the rain. Lucian Thorne is a trillionaire whose calm is more terrifying than any rage. He holds a contract bearing Bran's signature—and hers. To settle an unimaginable debt, Bran sold her. Now Lucian has come to collect. Camilla faces an impossible choice: remain in a prison of grief and contempt, or walk into a gilded cage owned by a man who sees her not as a person—but as collateral. This is not a story about moving on. This is a story about what happens when the only way out is to sell yourself to the person who already owns you. Genres: Dark Romance | Psychological Thriller | New Adult | Tragedy WARNING: This story contains explicit content, non-consensual themes, and psychological trauma. Please do not read if you are under 18. DANGER ZONE. ENTER AT YOUR OWN RISK.

Willow wakes in a hospital bed injured, medicated, and alone. She is informed that her life, as she understood it, ended weeks earlier. Her fiancé is there. Calm. Controlled. He explains that they broke up before the accident and that the separation was mutual. He says he remained by her side only out of decency. He is already involved with someone else, his boss’s daughter, and speaks as though this version of events has always been established fact. No one in the room challenges him. The doctors attribute Willow’s disbelief to concussion and trauma. Nurses lower their voices and repeat the same explanation with careful reassurance until it becomes official, documented, and final. Each repetition strips away her certainty, replacing memory with doubt. When Willow looks to the one person who could contradict him, she finds no relief. Her fiancé’s closest friend, a man who has never hidden his dislike for her, says nothing. He offers a brief nod that confirms the narrative without words. With that single gesture, the past is closed. Every detail they present contradicts what Willow knows she lived. Weeks have been erased. Conversations have been rewritten. A relationship has been reassigned without her consent. If she resists, she will be labeled unstable, emotional, and unreliable. She will be the only one insisting that reality has been altered. So Willow stays silent. Within that silence, something colder begins to take shape. She begins to question why her fiancé needed the past rewritten at a moment when she cannot safely object. She begins to wonder why his closest friend chose this precise moment to agree. She begins to realize that decisions were made about her while she lay unconscious and defenseless. The Quietest Knife is a dark psychological romance centered on gaslighting, betrayal, and power disguised as care. It follows a slow, deliberate descent into manipulation, control, and revenge, where harm is inflicted quietly and authority wears the mask of concern. This is not a story about forgetting. It is a story about being rewritten calmly, professionally, and without resistance.

Step 1: Find yourself an overpowered Awakener. Not just any Awakener, mind you; aim for the one who takes down bosses solo, preferably with a scowl. They’re the ticket to your hassle-free existence. Step 2: Power up your Awakener. Feed them, encourage them, and let them do all the XP grinding. The stronger they are, the safer you’ll be. Step 3: Marry the Awakener. Lock it down, officially. With this, your safety is practically guaranteed. Step 4: Relax and let the Awakener handle the world’s chaos. You’re now free to enjoy your easy, drama-free life. (Well, mostly.) --- P.S. 1. Steps 2 and 3 are totally interchangeable—or combine them. It worked for me. 2. Forget heroes; look for the anti-hero. The selfish ones, villains? That’s where your real safety lies. 3. You may need to deal with some light trauma cleanup now and then, but it’s no biggie. 4. Not foolproof, but hey, it worked for me! *** Lol it's romance okay, no fight scenes, no system interface cause I'm too lazy to do that research, just romance a hot man,hot woman and some smut here. And a plot. [Two chapters daily] [Please comment and review, votes too]

The rumors say she jumped. The truth says she was pushed. ​Annie Combs is back in LakeVille, but she isn’t the same girl who left in the back of a cab three years ago. Haunted by the loss of her mother and gaps in her memory that feel like physical wounds, she finds herself the target of a town that hasn't forgotten her "scandal." ​But Annie isn't alone this time. Ethan Hawthorne, the boy who watched her grow up through a pane of glass, has stepped out of the shadows and into her life. In a world of hired bullies and family lies, Ethan is the only thing Annie can trust. ​As the secrets of the past begin to bleed into the present, Annie must decide if she’s brave enough to find the evidence of what really happened that night- and if she's strong enough to survive the answer. *Trigger Warning* *suicide, death, murder, assault, and bullying*

For eighteen years, she lived as the forgotten daughter. The real heiress of the most powerful family in the city was abandoned, while another girl enjoyed her name, her status, and her throne. Kind-hearted and pure, she never desired wealth — all she ever wanted was love. But love was never meant for her. The day she is brought back to her biological family, it isn’t for affection. It’s for a deal. To protect their empire, her parents force her into marriage with the most feared and dangerous man in the city — a man known for his cruelty, cold heart, and merciless reputation. A man people whisper about in fear. He doesn’t want a wife. He doesn’t believe in love. And he certainly doesn’t want her. To him, she is nothing but a responsibility… a burden forced into his life. But she enters his dark world with nothing but innocence in her eyes and quiet strength in her heart. She does not fight. She does not beg. She only endures. Slowly, something begins to change. Her silence disturbs him. Her kindness confuses him. Her tears… destroy him. Hatred turns into curiosity. Curiosity turns into desire. Desire turns into something far more dangerous. Love. And when the city’s most ruthless man falls in love… he does not love gently. He becomes possessive. Obsessive. Territorial. The man who once ignored her now burns the world for her. But when secrets of the fake heiress resurface, when enemies attack from the shadows, and when her past suffering comes to light— Will his dark love protect her… Or will it destroy the only pure thing left in his world?