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[BL] Seduction at the President’s Mansion

Becklan Kross had one dream, to become a model under Leon Verdanis, the ruthless fashion tycoon everyone called Mr. President. But Leon crushed that dream in seconds. Two minutes late, and Becklan was dismissed. One spilled coffee, and Leon humiliated him again in public. What once was admiration turned into pure, burning hatred. So when fate offered Becklan a second chance, not as a model, but as a maid in Leon’s mansion, he took it. Not for the salary. Not for the prestige. For revenge. But Leon Verdanis isn’t just cold. He’s inaccessible. Calculating. Beautiful in a way that hurts. A man who believes love is a weakness, emotions are distractions, and no human is worth his heart. Beck vows to break him. Not romantically, emotionally. He plans to tease him, provoke him, embarrass him, and remind him what it feels like to be powerless. Except… things don’t go according to plan. A dropped towel, a naked CEO, a python named Rose, an accidental fall into Leon’s arms, a grip that was too strong, a stare that was too intense, and a breath that was too close, all of it challenged every ounce of control he had. He was supposed to hate Leon, but his heart began to skip when Leon held him. He burned with desire when Leon smirked, and the man he vowed to destroy suddenly became the one he could not stop wanting. He was supposed to hate him. So why does his heart skip when Leon holds him? Why does he burn when Leon smirks at him? And why does the man he vowed to destroy suddenly become the one he can’t stop wanting? Leon did not believe in love, and Becklan did not believe in forgiveness, yet between the tension, the teasing, the danger, and the secrets, one truth became impossible to ignore. Someone is going to fall first… and no one knows who will give in to love. WARNING: Adults Only. This story is full of heat, mischief, and irresistible temptation. Expect steamy scenes, naughty fun, flirty, funny, playful teasing, downright seductive, and moments that will make your heart race. Not recommended for innocent eyes, or anyone who blushes too easily. Read at your own risk… and enjoy every naughty second.
GoldWinwar · 32k Views

Marriage of Inconvenience

Margaret Thornton’s marriage to Edward Blackwood was never meant to be romantic. It was a transaction—her father’s money in exchange for Edward’s title and the survival of his ancestral estate. Three years later, they live as near strangers, bound by obligation and mutual resentment. When Margaret’s parents arrive for an extended visit, the couple must convincingly pretend to be happily married to protect both pride and financial necessity. Forced into close proximity, old wounds resurface, and the careful distance between them begins to erode. What starts as performance slowly gives way to reluctant understanding, revealing the cost of their bitterness—and the possibility that something real may yet be built from what was never meant to be love. --- "Everything about this marriage is clinical, Edward. At least I'm honest about it." He set down his fork with deliberate care. "Very well. For one week, I shall play the part of the devoted husband. I shall touch you appropriately. I shall gaze at you with something approximating warmth. I shall lie to your parents with the same conviction I've been lying to everyone else for three years." He stood abruptly. "Is there anything else you require from your performing monkey?" Margaret's composure cracked, just slightly. "I require you to act as though I'm not the worst thing that ever happened to you." "But you are," he said softly, and there was something almost sad in his voice. "You're a constant reminder of everything I've lost. My freedom. My pride. My ability to make my own choices." He moved toward the door, then paused. "Though I suppose I'm the same for you, aren't I? A reminder that your father's money can buy anything except genuine respect."  
twotiercake · 4.6k Views

The Only She Wolf Remaining

There are no women left in the werewolf world. At least, that's what the packs tell themselves. The world is ruled by wolves. And wolves have no queens. Female werewolves are extinct—erased by time, war, or something worse. No one dares to speak of them. No one remembers how they looked. No one *survived* them. Except her. Raised as a mistake. Hidden like a curse. She bound her chest in bloody cloth and learned to walk with a limp so they wouldn't see her hips. She spoke in growls and spit like the boys. She pissed in the dirt and pretended not to bleed. Her grandfather called her deformed. Said she was sick. A freak. Told her if the pack ever found out what she really was, they’d rip her to shreds. And she believed him. Until the night of her first shift—when her bones broke and reformed into something unmistakably *female*. Now, the secret she was told would kill her becomes the reason she's sold. Five alphas. Five monsters in human skin. Rulers of a vicious, dying pack. They've been waiting their entire lives for something like her. Something to fuck. Something to breed. Something to chain. Now exposed as the only living female werewolf, she is captured and sold like livestock—delivered to five ruthless alphas who rule by claw and blood. Five rivals who see her as salvation and property. A walking womb to breed a new generation. Their personal apocalypse in fragile flesh. But they made one mistake. They thought she was prey. But she is not fragile. She is fire. She is hunger. She is vengeance wrapped in curves and teeth. They want her on her knees. She’ll bring them to theirs. By the time their lust turns lethal and their unity rots into war, she’ll have made them hers—or burned them to the fucking ground. She’ll let them fight over her. She’ll let them touch, taste, even claim her. She’ll feed their obsession until it rots into madness. Then she’ll twist their lust into rage—and tear their precious pack apart from the inside. One kiss at a time. One betrayal at a time. One body at a time. She was born to be their ruin.
lucy_mumbua · 1.9k Views

The Devil CEO's Contract Wife

[18+ | Mature Content | Dark Romance] After slaving away for years as Ares King's sole overworked secretary, Catherine has finally had enough of his domineering and heartless attitude. She wants to quit and use the severance pay to settle her family's debts, and spend more time with her long-term boyfriend. But soon after she hands her resignation letter, she finds out that her long-term boyfriend cheated on her. He claims she's a wreck with no future, and he's better off without her. Heartbroken and devastated, Catherine is grasping at the last straw when her boss, Ares King, proposes a contract out of the blue. "Become my wife for one year." "Why me, Mr. King?" "Because we work, Ms. Lane.” The last thing she wanted was to make a deal with the devil. But this offer is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Sell your soul to the devil for one year. How hard can that be? ********** "How many?" I froze. Did he expect me to count? "How. Many?" "I-I don't—Ah!" Ares spanked me again, continuously. My eyes stung, and sweet pain overtook me. I should feel sick from deriving pleasure from this, but strangely, I wasn't. "Two?" I teased, purposely getting the numbers wrong. "You shouldn't have done that." Just as I thought, he started again, but this time he drove each hit with more force until my ass was burning. "Fifteen!" I yelled, shaking. "Wrong." My heart momentarily stopped. "I got it right!" "You missed one." He pressed his hand on my searing bottom, and I moaned. I tried to squirm away, but he trapped my hands behind my back, his voice dark with warning. "Move again, and you'll regret it." ~ A/N: This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or real events is purely coincidental.
Dy_zamite · 1m Views