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Bound to the Wolfe Bloodline

She lost everything in a day. Her home. Her future. Her illusion of safety. Mira Hale thought she had finally outrun her past. A thriving career, a man she trusted, a wedding on the horizon—proof that survival had paid off. But betrayal doesn’t knock. It waits. And when it comes, it takes everything with it. Exposed, humiliated, and left with nowhere to go, Mira walks away from the life she built, carrying nothing but wounds she swore she’d never reopen. And just when she has nothing left to lose… he appears. The man she once saved when he was broken. The man she never meant to remember. The one name her heart learned to fear before it learned to forget. Now he is untouchable—calm, commanding, and wrapped in power. His presence is protection and danger all at once. When Mira’s world collapses, he becomes her shelter… and the temptation she knows she shouldn’t want. His attention is steady. His gaze lingers. And every moment near him feels like standing too close to a flame—warm, intoxicating, and impossible to ignore. As secrets surface and past choices tighten their grip, Mira is forced to confront the truth she buried long ago: love doesn’t disappear—it mutates. What was once innocent is now laced with ambition, dominance, and survival. Desire blurs with protection. Safety begins to feel like possession. And the line between rescue and ruin grows dangerously thin. Bound to the Wolfe Bloodline is a contemporary romance drama steeped in emotional tension, power struggles, and forbidden longing. It is a story of betrayal and rebirth—where love can be a sanctuary… or the most beautiful way to lose yourself.
Lala_Scriptz · 15.1k Views

The Feral Alpha's Captive

Althea Nocturne is nothing but a wolfless omega rejected by her Alpha mate and framed for murdering his unborn heir. With a pack baying for her blood and nowhere left to run, she flees into the one place no wolf dares tread: the Red Mist, where the Hellhound of the North makes his den. Thorne Vargan is a creature of shadow and vengeance, the son of a Witch Luna burned alive by Althea's own mother. He swore to destroy everyone responsible and when Morgana's daughter stumbles bleeding into his hellish domain, he sees his chance. He claims her as a captive. As the perfect tool to gut the pack system from within. But the bond doesn't care about his plans for retribution. It doesn't care that she's the daughter of his enemy. It thrums for her with a fury that threatens to consume them both Her scent tempts the beast he's barely controlling, her fear feeds something he thought long dead while she bears secrets that could unravel everything he's built. And while Thorne keeps her caged, the Alpha she fled is coming. He wants his little omega back. But Thorne isn't letting her go. — ~Excerpt~ "Because," he said, his voice dropping to a husky growl that made my core clench, "my restraint is going to shatter if you keep touching me." The words hung in the air between us. I looked down, following his gaze, and saw it, the unmistakable bulge pressed against his pants, hard and straining. My pheromones. They were affecting him. "I would like to take you up on your offer," he muttered, his voice rugged, tipping into ravenous. Confusion whirled through me. "What offer?" "The kiss," he whispered. "Not a peck, Thea." My heart ceased beating, liquid fire filling my veins. "I want tongue.” — Dark paranormal romance Morally Grey ML Forced proximity Captor/Captive ENEMIES to lovers Fated mates Angst Smut
Lilac_Everglade · 206.3k Views
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I'M HARRY POTTER'S AUNT ?!

She was a woman discarded by the world—silent, efficient, invisible in the machinery of power. When her life ended, it didn’t truly end. Something else claimed her. No promises of reincarnation, no divine purpose—only a strange system, a new identity, and a world both familiar and foreign. Now known as Petunia Evans, she navigates a reality shaped by story and structure, one where magic breathes beneath the surface. Gifted with potential far beyond the version of herself the world once knew, she moves slowly, quietly—training in secret, watching the timeline twist and shift around her. She does not seek glory. She does not seek revenge. She seeks control. And in a world built on prophecy, she chooses the long path—the one that leads through silence, strength, and storms. --- Disclaimer: This story is a work of pure fiction. It is not related to real events, beliefs, or religious systems. All characters, abilities, and events are entirely fictional. This work was developed with the assistance of AI tools. Note: There is no yuri content in this story. *Disclaimer:** I do not own any of the characters, settings, or media (including pictures, movies, anime, or other copyrighted material) featured in this fanfiction. All original content belongs to their respective creators, copyright holders, and distributors. This work is purely a non-profit, transformative piece created out of appreciation and love for the original works. No infringement is intended.
World_Tree_ · 247.3k Views

[Romance] Lord Black Dragon Still Hasn't Hatched Today

Jasmine received "shocking" news: she had to marry the Dragon Ghost as his wife. But in exchange, after the marriage, she would inherit the entire estate, subjects, and territory of her husband. Jasmine was overjoyed: "Is there such a sweet deal in this world?" On the wedding day, she dressed up sharply and stepped into the magnificent cathedral, casting an affectionate glance toward her future partner. And then she saw... a Dragon Egg. The majestic Dragon Ghost was nowhere to be seen; there was only an egg lying there all by itself. Inventory of assets: A dilapidated castle, with drafty winds blowing in from all directions. Subjects: Three hundred skin-and-bone slaves who, at first glance, looked like walking skeletons about to collapse from hunger. Territory: A dead land spanning ten thousand square kilometers around the Dragon Valley, so desolate that "dogs eat stones and chickens eat pebbles." Jasmine knew she had fallen for the scam of the century, but unfortunately, the knights who escorted Jasmine here had long since "whipped their horses and vanished," running away a long time ago. An old butler, so aged he could barely walk, tremblingly stepped forward, waiting for the new Lord's instructions: "My Lord..." Jasmine held the "egg-husband" in her arms, and her rational nerves snapped: "I have land and people, could I really let myself starve to death?" Putting words into action, Jasmine rolled up her sleeves and officially embarked on the path of tilling the soil to get rich. Many years later. A strange town suddenly appeared on the mainland, rumored to be obscenely wealthy. From that place flowed exquisite fabrics, pure white porcelain, and sparkling jewelry... Anyone who had ever set foot there could not help but exclaim in amazement, while wandering poets competed to compose poems praising that prosperity until their throats were sore. A certain greedy King became overcome with avarice and brought a massive army, intending to seize the town for his own. The result? They were treated to the sight of a giant dragon descending from the sky to "pay them a visit."
Ngọc_Trần_3827 · 97.2k Views

Transmigration:The Villain Wants A Happy End Without His BeastHusbands

After finishing a tragic novel where the villain is betrayed and killed by his own beast husbands, Li Wei does what any reasonable reader would do. He rants about the ending. Then he gets hit by a car. When he opens his eyes again, Li Wei finds himself inside that very novel, reborn as Su Ningyan, the future villain destined to walk a path of madness, war, and blood. Ten years before his fall. Ten years before his death. In the original story, Su Ningyan’s unstable phoenix beast core drives him toward forbidden power, turning him into a feared villain who ultimately dies at the hands of the men he loved most. This time, Li Wei refuses that fate. He will avoid the villian arc. He will heal his beast core. And he will stay far away from the four terrifying beast princes who will one day become his husbands. Unfortunately, fate has other plans. The academy meant to heal him becomes a battlefield of tension, rivalry, and instinctual bonds. The beast princes notice him far too early, and the more Su Ningyan tries to escape the plot, the tighter destiny coils around him. Because in a world ruled by beast bloodlines and ancient bonds, some connections cannot be severed only delayed. And the husbands who once killed him… may not be willing to let him go again. **** Excerpt Su Ningyan didn’t know where he was. At first, he thought he was dreaming. His body felt warm... too warm... and the scent in the air was unfamiliar, sharp and clean, like lightning after rain. He turned onto his side. And froze. A pair of golden dragon eyes stared back at him from inches away. The man was breathtaking. Long black hair spread across silk pillows, sharp features sculpted as if carved from jade. His presence alone pressed down on Su Ningyan’s chest, heavy and suffocating. His face went pale. “What the—” “You’re awake.” The man smiled faintly. Jun Haoxuan. Azure Dragon Clan. Future Beast King. And, according to the book, one of the men who would eventually become his husband. “Did you sleep well?” Jun Haoxuan asked calmly. Su Ningyan’s eye twitched. He was supposed to be avoiding them. So why was he waking up in the dragon prince’s bed?
MidnightPen · 79.6k Views

Faded Memories by M.J Grief

In the quiet coastal town of Whitby, safety begins not with passion—but with firelight. Willow Smith, a guarded gothic chef-in-training from a working-class Japanese-British family, has spent her life learning how to survive raised voices and broken trust. Michael Jensen, a world-class chef carrying the invisible scars of wealth, neglect, and childhood abuse, arrives at her kitchen like a man who has mastered control but never known gentleness. Their connection does not explode into love. It settles. Through shared shifts, late-night walks along the pier, and the steady tending of a wood-fired oven, they build something rare: a relationship rooted in safety before desire. For Willow, Michael becomes the first man whose voice does not make her flinch. For Michael, Willow becomes the first place where he can rest without performing strength. But safety is fragile. Enter Samantha Shaw—wealthy, composed, and dangerously perceptive. She pulls Michael back into a world of power, manipulation, and inherited expectation. Under her influence, London becomes a place of isolation and addiction, where control disguises itself as care. As Samantha slowly rewrites Michael’s reality, Whitby begins to feel like a distant dream. Then comes the storm. A violent confrontation. A desperate drive through fog. A crash that fractures more than bone. Michael survives—but wakes without memory of the woman who loved him. What follows is not simply a battle for romance, but a battle for identity. As Samantha gaslights him into believing Whitby was a hallucination born of drug use and trauma, Willow refuses to surrender the truth. Because love, she believes, does not live only in memory. It lives in the body. When Michael returns to Whitby by chance, something stirs beneath the blankness. His hands remember heat. His instincts protect. His heart aches without knowing why. In the warmth of Fields of Waves and the quiet resilience of the woman he once chose, fragments begin to surface. Faded Memories is a slow-burning gothic romance about trauma, gaslighting, chosen family, and the radical power of gentleness. It asks a haunting question: If the mind forgets love— can the body still find its way home? And in the end, the answer is not remembering. It is choosing.
MJ_Grief88 · 5.2k Views

The Perfect Path To Insanity

Would you give up your humanity in exchange for power? To never die, a chance to be a god? Humans had lost all will to try. Their existence had been reduced to a single, self-destructive purpose: to entertain and please the cosmic gods, known as Forces, in hopes of gaining a 'favour'. After 7 years of these continuous deadly games that suddenly appeared, the Earth we know is no more. Now an apocalyptic playground for the Forces to enjoy. To survive in this ruined world, every single player is compelled to participate in these weekly deadly games. All to win prizes, be granted one of the four Paths designed for Awakeners— those who earned ‘their’ affection and favour. Until Fateless, a ‘humble’ wanted thief, stumbled upon a unique Force, one of the creators of the games. It was then he discovered the grim truth behind his name - 'Fateless' - deemed worthless and discarded at birth, exempt from all four Paths. Consumed by despair and hate, he took a risk and accepted a proposal from a shady cosmic god, granting him a fifth Path, giving him the ability to absorb human life essence to grow stronger, all for a small price. [ “I shall grant you the Fifth Path.” ] [ “The Path of Insanity.” ] [ “No mortal seeks forever without unraveling. Madness is the toll, the tariff paid at the gate.”] [ “You will no longer fear death. Nor die of age. Nor plague. Nor wounds that mortal hands deliver.” ] [ “But immortality is fed… not gifted.” ] [ “Just a tiny tithe. 10% of your humanity.” ] ‘What more is there to lose a bit of humanity, anyway? It only drags one down from their full potential. I could do just about anything without being bound to death. Anything… What a thrill it would be to spit on these cosmic slugs' faces.’
CrimsonJell0 · 51.2k Views

Betrayed Disciple Returns 500 Years

Betrayal crystallized in an instant. “Hana…?” His voice cracked. She looked away, tears falling freely now. “I’m sorry. The village… the elders said if we didn’t offer a sacrifice, the bijuu fragment would destroy everything. Your life for thousands.” Kenta stepped forward, kunai drawn. “Don’t make this harder, kid.” Captain Mizuki placed a hand on Hana’s shoulder. “It’s for Konoha.” Elder Toru’s chant rose. The black seal pulsed, hungry. Haruto felt his chakra draining—not into the fragment, but through it. Into something else. A rift tore open above him—a swirling black vortex, edges crackling with unfamiliar energy. Not ninjutsu. Not genjutsu. Something… other. “No!” Haruto roared, struggling against his own chains. They tightened like vipers. Blood trickled from his wrists where they bit into skin. The vortex widened. Wind howled. Shadows inside it moved like living things. Elder Toru smiled thinly. “The gate has accepted the offering. Your soul will fuel the seal for eternity. Konoha thanks you, Uzumaki Haruto.” The last thing Haruto saw was Hana turning her back, shoulders shaking. Then darkness swallowed him whole. He fell. And fell. And kept falling. Until— A cold, mechanical voice echoed in the void. [System Awakening] [Host detected: Uzumaki Haruto] [Death condition met. Reinitializing as Candidate for Necro-Shadow Protocol.] [Welcome to the Eternal Gate Realm.] [Survive. Grow. Return.] [Or perish forever.] A blue screen flickered into existence before Haruto’s fading consciousness. [Necro-Shadow System Online] [Level 1] [Class: Shadow Initiate] [First Trial: Survive the First Wave] Haruto’s eyes snapped open—not to the forest, not to betrayal—but to an endless gray wasteland under a blood-red sky. Monsters howled in the distance. And for the first time in his life, something inside him didn’t feel afraid. It felt… hungry.
Adesina_Isreal · 205 Views

SSS-Rank Harem Sword: My Lustful Life With Legendary Maidens

[ Overpowered + Smut(18+) ] A socially depressed game developer dies unexpectedly and reincarnates inside his own unfinished game. Sword Evolution Online. With the entire original plot etched into his memory, he initially believes he has obtained the ultimate cheat. Knowledge of the future. Knowledge of every event. Knowledge of every hidden treasure. But reality shatters that illusion. The world is no longer called Gloria. It is now known as Avalon. The timeline has shifted. The apocalypse has already occurred. Civilization has entered a new era shaped by ruin, evolution, and bloodshed. Familiar characters behave differently. Major events no longer follow the script he created. The story he once controlled has completely gone off the rails. Just when Adonis believes all hope is lost, he awakens a forbidden existence. A taboo sword. The Chaotic Harem Sword. A weapon that defies logic, morality, and balance itself. A sword that grows stronger not through slaughter alone, but through bonds. By building a harem. Each new connection grants him power. Each conquered heart strengthens both blade and wielder. What should have been a joke mechanic in a half-finished game becomes the most terrifying cheat in this broken world. With absolute strength and true freedom as his goal, Adonis steps onto the stage of Avalon, determined to rewrite fate itself. To rise above gods, empires, and destiny. And to build a harem of otherworldly beauties along the way. Additional tags: No yuri, No ntr, No incest.
Elias_Nightwalker · 36.1k Views