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To the cultivation world, lin yue was the Peerless Sect Leader—until she abandoned her sect and her favorite disciple without a word. Now, five years later, Shen Rui has taken her place. She is cold, iron-fisted, and has scrubbed Lin Yue’s name from the annals of Qinghe. She has learned the hardest lesson her Master ever taught: Affection is a weakness. But when a broken, powerless woman appears at the mountain gates with Lin Yue's face and none of her strength, Shen Rui’s world shatters. The woman who was once her sky is now a guest in her halls. The woman who once commanded the heavens can no longer hold a sword. Shen Rui wants answers of too many questions that still hurts her heart like a thorn . But most of all, she wants to know why the woman who "betrayed" her is covered in scars that look exactly like the ones Shen Rui was supposed to bear. In a world of immortality, some sacrifices are worse than death.

After getting divorced from her husband, the man her family sold her off to, Roseanne found out that she was pregnant. The worst part? The child wasn’t his. The night she caught her husband cheating on her with her sister, on the very bed that was supposed to be theirs, her heart shattered into pieces and she ran out crying like an idiot. Roseanne ended up in a hotel bar she had never been to before. And that was where she met Czar Nikolai Romano. He was… devastatingly handsome, dangerously composed, and the kind of man women whispered about in daydreams and warnings alike. There were plenty of red flags screaming at her that he was someone she shouldn’t get involved with. But fueled by heartbreak and betrayal, she bravely took the drink he offered. Now, four years later, a tiny carbon copy of the man she spent one reckless night with ran around her house clutching toy cars in his little hands. Roseanne thought her life had ended the moment she found out she was pregnant, but it turns out, Kaden became the only joy she lives to protect. She must protect her son. From Czar, who was obsessed with making them his. From Galen, the ex-husband who apparently wanted her back. And from the dangers of a world she never knew existed. Or maybe, she was already part of it all along. — “Mister, don’t flirt with Mommy!” Czar froze. “I don’t want a baby brother!” Roseanne flushed bright red. “Kaden!” — [WARNING: MATURE CONTENT (18+)]

[Warning: This story contains explicit adult content and dark romance themes. It features a strong female lead and a dominant male lead. Expect dangerous plot twists ahead.] slow burn ---------------------- Julie pov I screamed at him as I tried to break free from the grip of his hands to reach for his belt, his body, anything belonging to him: "I don't care! I want you to fuck me now... do you understand?" ///////////////////////// Robert pov She said defiantly: "I'll do it myself," and placed her trembling fingers on her pussy. I pounced on her and gripped her hands tightly: "What are you doing, you crazy girl?!" She screamed as she tried to escape: "Let me go to get rid of this agony! If you don't want to fuck me, let me save myself!" I was pressing on her hands to restrain her, and she took advantage of my proximity and kissed me hungrily. I pulled my lips away from her with difficulty, while my body was screaming to throw myself on top of her and touch every inch of her. I was burning too, seeing her in this miserable state. She looked into my eyes deeply and said in a tone that made my world reel: "Robert... take my virginity... make me scream your name, Robert." ___________________ I'm Julie Michael I went with my father to a luxurious restaurant in New York, but I never left with him.My father sold me to a mafia king who owns a VIP club that rents out girls only to politicians and celebrities. On a lower floor of a world that doesn’t exist on any map, The girls are imprisoned in royal suites, prepared solely to please the clients, with no hope of escape. I was sold to Robert Cross, a billionaire who buys people for the joy of breaking them.But I refuse to break under his hands. In Robert Cross’s world, everything has a price tag. I was his most expensive purchase, and I intend to be his most dangerous mistake. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ - "You bought my body, but you will not buy my submission," Julie spat. Robert leaned in, his voice a dark hiss: "Commodities don't need to like their masters, Julie... It’s enough that I took a liking to you and bought you, sweetheart." ______________ Adult content only Dark Romance Twisted

[Warning: Mature Content, R18+] [Detailed Smut] [Strictly for Adults Only] Soundtrack available on YT, IG, & FB SONG TITLE: Cursed - Shiroi Nami (Dear 6th Husband, I Am Cursed. Will You Die Too?) Sora Han is an unapologetic widow in her mid-thirties, with a name spoken in tales. She had learned to live beneath glares, behind whispers, and far from open doors. After her fifth husband died in a fire that devoured their building and ruined multiple tenants’ lives, she became the neighborhood’s favorite rumor: A black witch. A modern siren. A walking curse in human form. The cursed auntie next door… Men who linger too long by her side fall ill, lose their fortunes, or simply… die. Parents warn their kids to stay away. Customers won’t step into her café. Drowning in penalties, compensations, and renovation debts, Sora keeps her failing business alive by day and secretly does tarot and birth chart readings by night. Because when the world already thinks you’re cursed and wicked, why not prove them right? To make them all die of a heart attack! Fate is cruel like that. It laughs while it bleeds you dry. But the universe is not finished with her yet. When her path tangles once more with a man far too young to look at her the way he does, the cracks in her curse begin to show. Their meeting is no accident. It was a trap, and she fell for it. Yeongjae Young, a dangerously charming investor ten years younger than her, enters her life in the most unimaginable, funny way. He carries a past she cannot remember, a love he never buried deep enough, and a mission he cannot refuse, which could destroy them both. Torn between the woman he loves and the family that raised him to hunt truth and vengeance for his uncle's killer, Yeongjae knows one thing for sure: Sora is not just part of the mystery: She is the key. As fake dates turn real, walls fall, and lines blur. Anger turns into desire, and heat into hunger. Enemies inch closer to lovers, long-buried secrets begin to surface... the curse, the deaths, and the fire that started it all. When the truth finally comes out, Yeongjae must choose: protect the woman he loves… or betray her to fulfill his mission. And Sora must decide: trust the man who awakened the soul she locked away, or prove that love is the deadliest curse of all. ********* I might have teased him too far. Because now Yeongjae was above me, hovering, caging me in with his arms, looking at me like I was something he intended to devour completely. “Did you have fun playing with me?” he asked, the corner of his mouth lifting in a dangerous smirk. “I—I wasn’t playing with—” “Shut up.” Before I could react, his hand was on my jaw, holding me still as his mouth crashed into mine. His tongue swept inside, deep and claiming, stealing every ounce of control I thought I still had. “Mmm—” I tried to protest, but the sound dissolved into a helpless moan when his body pressed closer. I was already lost. Before I could even adjust, he added another, curling them just the right angle while his thumb began rubbing tight circles. “Oh my God… Yeongjae…” My back arched off the mattress, pleasure exploding through me so fast it made my head spin. “Who’s the virgin now?” he murmured, watching me with dark, focused eyes. “You might be the first, but I’m not innocent, Sora. I’m not clueless...” “Let’s do this every day… every night,” he murmured against my skin. “What?!” I laughed breathlessly, shocked by his boldness. “That’s too much.” “Okay…” he said without missing a beat, lifting his head with a crooked grin. “Just every night then.” I laughed again. “I haven’t even said I want to keep doing this with you after tonight.” The moment the words left my mouth, I knew I’d made a mistake. “Then I guess I have work to do,” he said quietly. “I’ll just have to convince you.” Before I could react, he shifted down the bed, his hands sliding along my thighs as he spread my legs apart. “Yeongjae, wait, I haven’t—fu…”

Before her mother's death, Ivy and David had a cordial but somewhat distant relationship. David had always been kind and supportive, but he never tried to replace her father. After her mother's death, Ivy took over that role, taking on responsibilities she wasn't prepared for. David became her confidant, her protector, and her support. Ivy, in turn, felt grateful to him, but also resentful for disturbing her family. She blamed David, subconsciously, for her mother's death. It was David who had insisted they go on the trip, the one on which the accident occurred. As time passed, that resentment began to fade, replaced by a growing sense of dependence. She realized that David was truly suffering, that he was as lost and heartbroken as she was. She began to see him as a fellow victim, a kindred spirit. Their shared grief brought them closer together, creating a bond of empathy and understanding. They began spending more time together, talking for hours about their feelings, sharing memories of their mother. They found comfort in each other's presence, a sense of calm they couldn't find anywhere else. But beneath the surface of their emotional connection, a forbidden attraction began to simmer. Ivy began to notice David's physical allure—his broad shoulders, his strong arms, his kind eyes. David, in turn, felt drawn to Ivy's youthful, innocent beauty, her radiant energy, and her captivating smile. He tried to suppress his desires, reminding himself that she was his stepdaughter, that their relationship was inappropriate and immoral. But the more he fought, the stronger his feelings became. He found himself stealing glances at her, admiring her from afar, fantasizing about touching her, engaging in sexual encounters around the house. Ivy also struggled with her own forbidden desires. She knew she shouldn't be attracted to David, that it was wrong on every level. But she couldn't help but feel a longing, a desire for his touch, his embrace, his kiss, his touch. The late afternoon sun streamed through the living room window, casting long shadows on the floor.

[Warning: Mature Content R-18] Amabel Blakely, a university dropout plagued by debt and family problems, finds herself with limited options. Desperate to turn her life around, she makes a fateful decision – becoming a mistress of Valentine Langdale, a wealthy and married man with a childless marriage. Valentine, wanting more than just a secret affair, pushes Amabel to bear his child, promising to make her his second wife. Despite the complications, Amabel’s determination to secure a better life, cleat her family debts and see her mother open her eyes again from a coma fuels her actions. She is willing to do whatever it takes to win Valentine over, even if it means manipulating situations and playing the long game. With schemes, and sheer grit, Amabel sets out to transform her status from scorned mistress to pampered second wife of a rich family.

Wut thought the most complicated part of life would be finishing high school. Instead, he keeps running into the same guy. First time: an accident. Second time: still embarrassing. Third time: now he owes him. Phol is cold, unreadable, and annoyingly calm about the whole thing. He doesn’t ask for money, apologies, or explanations. Just a quiet reminder that Wut now owes him three favors. Which would be fine… if Phol were just some random guy. But he isn’t. Phol Thanakrit Rattanapong is the acting CEO of a billion-dollar company, heir to one of the most powerful business families in the country… and somehow, for reasons Wut absolutely cannot understand, he’s suddenly investing in Wut’s struggling band. Now Wut is stuck between band practices, suspicious friends, a roommate who keeps acting weirdly secretive, and a billionaire CEO who seems far too interested in his life. The real question is no longer why do I keep bumping into this guy? It’s… Was it ever an accident at all?

Jayce’s bedroom door was slightly ajar. Just enough to wreck my world. I opened it, and time shattered into a thousand brittle shards, each one sharper than the next. There, nestled between the sheets we’d shared chaste kisses between us on during movie nights, lay Jayce. My Jayce. His perfectly sculpted back muscles flexing, his hands gripping... "Oh, God Jayce please right there don't stop—" The voice sent bile up my throat. Scarlett. My stepsister Scarlett, her long auburn hair spread across Jayce’s pillows, and her nails perfectly manicured, raked down his back as he pounded against her in a way I’d never seen him show me. Her legs were slicked around his waist, and the little designer dress she’d shared at breakfast this morning was lying on the bedroom floor with his clothes. "Feels so much better than her." Jayce groaned, sounding as if he had a mouthful of pleasure. "Brook's so... So boring. But you, Scarlett … damn, you’re amazing.” And the words hit me like blows.

[MATURE BL OMEGAVERSE] Griffin Mafia, the strongest group among the other mafias in Dormania. A country famous for having 60% of its population belonging to the mafia. Their leader is known to be quite mysterious and intelligent, Alastair Vale. Not many people have ever seen the dominant Alpha. But they are certain that he is a terrified cold hearted man who will get whatever he wants. At the same time, Alastair finds himself drawn to an Omega he often sees standing near a bus stop not far from a university, Noel Ashford. The only Omega who doesn't seem afraid of him at all and instead appears bold enough to answer his every word. "You think I'm weak just because I'm an Omega? Let me tell you something, Mr. Vale..." "Feisty Omega." 'Fuck, he turns me on.' A smirk appeared on the Alpha's face every time the Omega defied his words. Although love eventually blossomed between the Alpha and the Omega, reality would never allow them to live peacefully behind the gunfire. "I won't let you see Vale again! You will never be allowed to leave this mansion for any reason, let alone to see him. Not now and not ever!" "He's not as bad as you think! He's just—" Regis, Noel's older brother, glared at him with a sharp gaze and a face flushed with anger. "ALASTAIR IS A MURDERER!"

WARNING :There will be adult scenes such as violence or sexual content. "Love? How foolish. It's all just a lie. There's no such thing as love, and it was created only to make foolish people like you believe." That's what a woman, the daughter of a notorious mafia boss, believed. There was no such thing as love in her dictionary of life, until a man came along and destroyed that dictionary. "Then let me show you something more interesting than love, ginger." Dominic Lawrence, a billionaire and the number one mafia boss in Dormania, fell in love with the daughter of another mafia family, Valeria Scarlett. A woman who had a reputation as the Angel of Death's lover because of her cruelty. Despite that, she was trapped in an arranged marriage with a man she didn't know at all. At least that's what she thought at the time. Because in reality, she had forgotten about him. Despite being constantly rejected, the mafia boss never backed down. He would do anything to get her. "You belong to me, ginger. From the first time I saw you. And if I can't have you, then no one can." -His Arranged Obsession- He chose her long before the contract was signed

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Warning - Dark romance. Age-gap romance. Werewolf bond. Emotional obsession. 18+ Elara Romano’s world crumbles the day her father dies, leaving behind one final wish: she must live under the protection of his oldest friend—Alessandro De Luca, the ruthless Alpha of Regina’s most powerful werewolf pack. Thirty-eight, cold, and untouchable, Alessandro had long promised her father he would protect Elara… but never imagined the pull of a bond he could not resist. In the shadows of the grand De Luca estate, rules are set, boundaries tested, and a mate bond awakens—one that neither Elara nor Alessandro can ignore. As whispers of danger, betrayal, and jealous rivals stir through the city, every stolen glance, every denied touch, and every secret shared brings them closer… and further into darkness. Between promises kept and desires forbidden, Alessandro and Elara must navigate a world where love is a curse, protection is a chain, and claiming what is theirs could destroy them both. release rate : 4 guaranteed chapter daily upload Support goals: 90 power stone in a week = +1 bonus chapter on Sunday. 10 golden ticket in a week = +3 bonus chapter on Saturday

In a world ruled by power, reputation, and control, a single deception binds two lives together in a marriage that was never meant to exist. When Elva Williams, a quiet, middle-class orphan raised under the shadow of the Rodriguez family, is forced to take the place of Victoria Rodriguez at the altar, she steps into a life that was never hers. What begins as a temporary arrangement quickly turns into a prison when she is married to Matthew Salvatore—a cold, calculating military officer known for his authority and ruthless control. Unknown to everyone, Matthew is fully aware of the deception from the very beginning, yet he chooses silence, using the situation as a weapon to take revenge on the Rodriguez family. Inside the grand Salvatore mansion, Elva lives like a caged bird—surrounded by luxury yet stripped of freedom. While Matthew’s parents treat her with warmth, unaware of the truth, Matthew himself remains distant, dominant, and dangerously unpredictable. What starts as control slowly shifts into something far more complicated. Beneath his cold exterior, a growing obsession takes root—one he neither understands nor tries to stop.Elva, however, refuses to lose herself. With a dream of becoming a doctor, she clings to her ambition as the only piece of her identity that remains untouched. But when Matthew begins to tighten his control, denying her even the chance to pursue her future, she realizes she must escape—or risk losing everything. On her eighteenth birthday, she makes her move. With nothing but courage and desperation, Elva escapes the mansion, leaving behind a letter that reveals the truth of her identity and the deception that brought her there. While the Salvatore household is shaken by the revelation, Matthew is left with something far more dangerous than anger—an emptiness he cannot ignore. As days turn into weeks, his search for her becomes relentless. He neglects his duties, loses control of his discipline, and descends into a quiet obsession that consumes him entirely. Meanwhile, Elva rebuilds her life from nothing. Living in a small rented room, she studies, works, and fights for the future she almost lost. For the first time, she experiences freedom—fragile, uncertain, but real. Yet even in her new life, the past lingers, refusing to fade. Because Matthew Salvatore does not forget. Realizing she would never abandon her dream, he begins searching where it matters most—colleges. One by one, he checks every institution until fate finally brings them face to face again. What follows is not a reunion, but a capture. In a moment that strips away her hard-earned freedom, Matthew takes her back—this time with no intention of letting her go. Back in the mansion, the truth is no longer hidden. His family demands punishment. They demand a proper marriage, a rightful bride, a restoration of honor. But Matthew refuses them all. In a declaration that shifts everything, he claims Elva openly—not as a mistake, but as his responsibility, his decision, his possession. Trapped once again, Elva finds herself facing a harsher reality. This time, escape is no longer an option. Matthew tightens his control, even going as far as taking away her education—her dream—as punishment for running away. But instead of breaking, something inside her changes. She stops running. She starts planning. Realizing that force will never win against someone like Matthew, Elva chooses a different path—one of strategy, patience, and quiet rebellion. If she cannot escape the cage, she will make the one who built it open the door himself.As obsession deepens and resistance sharpens, their relationship transforms into a dangerous battle of will and emotion. Control clashes with freedom, power with identity, and somewhere in between, something far more complicated begins to take shape—something neither of them is ready to name.In a world where one refuses to let go and the other refuses to surrender, the question remains— Will she ever truly be free?

As a hard working blue collared married man, coming home should be something you look forward to. Home cooked meal, relaxation, affection, conversation. All of the above. But what if you weren't getting non of that? Loving your spouse to death and making sure her and your daughter were always good, but in return, you just have the feeling of, this is your job. This is what your supposed to do. I don't owe you shit. Deno is that husband that is going through this same situation. We're all human, and in the end of the day, we all should be treated like one. So what will Deno do? Yes this sounds like a modern everyday problem here, but the way this problem gets handled, well, you tell me what you would've done.

It started with a glance. It should have ended there. But it didn’t. A teacher. A student. A secret that could destroy everything.

When Willow Hart’s car breaks down in the hills of Redwood Grove, the last thing she expects is to be rescued by a scarred, dangerously handsome stranger with mismatched eyes and secrets carved into his skin. Dominik Volkov knows the moment he scents her that she’s his fated mate—the only woman who can break the curse threatening to steal his humanity forever. But curses demand sacrifice. And loving a wolf may cost Willow everything. In a town hiding vampires, corporate conspiracies, and a pack of wolves guarding deadly secrets, one night of passion could spark a war between instinct and destiny. He was never meant to fall in love. She was never meant to survive him.

Some debts are paid in gold. Others are paid in blood. Selene never believed she would become a story whispered among packs—a cautionary tale, a rumor spoken in fear. She was only an Omega daughter trying to save a broken father, only a woman who thought one night could be survived and forgotten. She was wrong. That single night bound her to the most ruthless Alpha alive. It marked her body, her soul… and her future. Five years later, Selene lives in the shadows, raising three children who should not exist—three little wolves whose power cannot stay hidden forever. When they accidentally shift in public, the fragile life she built begins to shatter. Because Alphas never forget what belongs to them. And Alpha Silas Blackclaw has been hunting his lost Omega since the night she vanished. This is a story of survival and obsession. Of an Omega who refuses to kneel. Of an Alpha who learns that power means nothing without family. And of three children whose existence will ignite a war between packs. Once the bond awakens… There is no running from fate.

(NOTE: VERY MATURE CONTENT) Frank has always coasted through life assuming his lack of romantic interest in girls was just a matter of "not having met the right one." That changes the moment he meets Davis, his new, ruggedly handsome instructor. Suddenly, Frank is hit with an all-consuming, undeniable attraction that leaves him reeling with a sexuality he didn’t know he possessed. He becomes obsessed with getting Davis’s attention, desperate to move their dynamic from student and mentor to something intimate. But the reality is crushing: Davis is unapologetically straight and consistently dismisses Frank’s advances with a condescending, infuriating label: "kid." Yet, despite his dismissals, Davis is not repulsed by Frank's touch at all.