Murmur

Ethel pensait avoir tourné la page. Une vie rangée, un fiancé stable, un quotidien sans chaos. Mais un fantôme du passé, Iannis, son premier et unique amour, sort de prison et réapparaît dans sa vie. Un regard suffit pour que l’illusion s’effondre et que son vieux démon la reprenne. Dans le petit village de Valrouge où tout le monde se connaît et où les secrets se murmurent à toutes les oreilles, Ethel va devoir choisir entre la sécurité d’une relation tiède et l’abîme d’un amour impossible.

Zylah Everhart was born to rule. She is cold, ruthless, and unstoppable. But power isn't handed over; it's taken. And Orion Lancaster is the one man who can match her, challenge her... consume her. Their partnership is strategic. Their desire is dangerous. Addictive. And in a game where power is everything, falling for him might cost her it all. | • Excerpt • | I stood before him, bare except for the deep red lace clinging to my body. The low lighting of the room cast shadows over my skin, accentuating every dip, every curve. I tilted my head, watching him with amused patience. "Say it again," he finally said, voice low, rough. I smirked. "I'm giving you permission." Orion let out a slow exhale, his fingers flexing as if testing his own control. Then he shook his head, dark amusement flickering across his face. "You have no idea what you just started." My stomach tightened in anticipation, but I refused to look away. "Then show me." That was all it took. In the next second, Orion was on his feet, closing the distance between us with slow, deliberate steps. His size, his presence, swallowed me whole. "You're so fucking spoiled," he muttered, brushing his fingers over my jaw, tilting my face up. "You think you can tease me, play your little games, and walk away whenever you want?" My lips parted, a retort forming but I never got the chance to say it. Orion's fingers slid to my throat, applying just enough pressure to steal my breath. "Not this time, sweetheart." My heart slammed against my ribs. Holy shit. His grip wasn't tight enough to hurt- just enough to remind me that he was in control. And I liked it. "You're mine tonight," he murmured, his lips ghosting over mine. "And I decide when you walk away." WARNING: R18, EXPLICIT SEXUAL CONTENT.

The night was thick with mist, the full moon casting an eerie glow over the dense forest. Shadows stretched and twisted between the towering trees, whispering secrets carried by the wind. Somewhere in the distance, a wolf howled—a deep, mournful sound that sent a shiver down Lena’s spine. She shouldn’t have been here. The warnings were clear. No humans were to step beyond the boundary of the village after dark. Yet here she was, standing at the edge of the unknown, her pulse hammering in her ears. A snap of a twig behind her made her whirl around, heart pounding. But before she could react, a figure emerged from the darkness—a man, tall and imposing, his silver eyes gleaming like molten steel in the moonlight. “You shouldn’t be here,” he murmured, his voice a dangerous mix of warning and curiosity. Lena took a step back, her breath catching. There was something unnatural about him, something untamed. She could feel it in the way the air around him crackled with energy, in the way his gaze pinned her like a predator studying its prey. “I—” she started, but the words died on her lips when he took a step closer. His presence was overwhelming, his scent a mix of earth and something wilder, something that made her stomach twist in ways she didn’t understand. Then, as if the universe itself had decided to intervene, the clouds shifted, allowing the full moon’s light to fully illuminate him. And in that moment, Lena saw the truth. He wasn’t just a man. He was something else entirely. Something that shouldn’t exist.

After being betrayed by her fiancé and cousin on her wedding day, Zara, reborn with memories of past mistakes, vows to rewrite her destiny. Impulsively, she marries a stranger to keep her ex at bay, not realizing Snow is far from a mere call boy. Snow Zephyr, a wealthy CEO and alpha of the Ivory Crescent Pack, needs a contract wife to appease his father and secure his position. When a bold, determined woman proposes a marriage of convenience, Snow agrees, unaware of the chaos she will bring into his life. Zara's defiant choice provokes her parents' fury, leading to her being cast from the company and forcing her to find work elsewhere. She lands a job at Aurora Conglomerate Inc., only to discover that her new boss is Snow, the very man she married—and her ex's uncle. Sparks fly as their mutual attraction grows amidst the darkness of his family's secrets and looming threats. Zara’s strength and independence captivate Snow, who begins to see her as the potential Luna his pack needs. Together, they face vengeful ex-lovers, kidnapping plots, and deadly rivalries. As Zara's powers awaken, she must confront the reasons behind her family's disownment, the hidden clauses in her marriage contract, and her ultimate role in Snow’s world. When their marriage of convenience deepens into a genuine partnership, a new challenge emerges in the form of a fated mate. Will Zara fight the dangers that await or embrace her true destiny? **EXCERPT** "I... didn't want to be late for work. You seemed busy, so I thought I'd get a head start." Snow raised an eyebrow. "Really? Or is it because last night affected you so much that you couldn't stand being around me?" "Don't flatter yourself, Snow. You didn't affect me at all." He smirked, stepping closer. "Is that so?" His fingers brushed my chin, tilting my face up. My pulse quickened. "We're at work," I snapped, swatting his hand away. "This isn't professional." "You're my wife," he murmured. "You're supposed to obey me at all times." I bit back a retort, a hint of rebellion flaring within. Slowly, I stepped closer, letting my fingers graze his chest. His smirk wavered for a second when his wolf reacted and Snow bit his lips. "Careful, Boss," I purred seductively. "Don't hurt those lips. I'm sure plenty of girls would love to kiss them." Snow leaned down, his lips brushing my ear. "And you? Are you dying for a taste?" Caught off guard, I hesitated, then regained my composure as I looked him in the eyes. "Unlike other girls, I have strong resistance against—" I didn't get a chance to finish when Snow's lips crashed onto mine with a fierce kiss that left me breathless. *************** MATURE CONTENT Participating in the Viral Book Call Contest. Kindly Support Me!

"Martial Arts World..." Death murmured, shocked by the turn of the events. How could he, primordial being of the afterlife, get tricked by a mere human? Not just a mere human, but also earthling, race that was weakest of the twenty realms. Death realized the extent of his mistake. An earthling had just jumped into the river of the reincarnation, where he definitely didn't belong. It was too late. The damage has been done. The matter was now out of his hands. "Kiernan Hunter..." ... Remake of the Martial Arts System, and while the concept stays the same, the story is completely different. A few names, etc, stays the same, but mostly whole new story. I've wanted to do this for a while, and now I had finally motivation to do it.

In a world where Lycans and werewolves are sworn enemies, Eve Valmont is a werewolf cursed by a prophecy and framed. Betrayed by her own pack and imprisoned for years, her fate takes a darker twist when she is offered to the Lycan King, Hades Stavros—a ruler feared for his ruthless conquests and deadly prowess. Bound by an ancient prophecy and haunted by the ghosts of her past, Eve is now at the mercy of the one being she should hate and fear the most—The Hand of Death himself. Hades, a king carved from blood and his own soul's decay, determined to avenge his family's slaughter and rid his people of the werewolves. He believes Eve is the key to his victory. To him, she is nothing but weapon foretold by prophecy, a tool he will wield to destroy the opposing forces threatening his pack. Yet, he finds himself craving this powerful yet broken woman. Leaving him questioning if she is truly his weapon or the one destined to unravel his carefully laid plans. *** He stalked toward me, a predator closing in on its prey, his eyes dark and unreadable. "So, you laugh?" His voice was low, dangerously soft, making the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. I swallowed hard, suddenly aware of how difficult it had become to breathe. "Hades, I—" "But you only laugh at other men's jokes," he interrupted, his gaze piercing, devoid of any humor. "Not your husband's." The accusation in his tone was sharp, slicing through the air between us. A nervous chuckle escaped me. "You can't be serious... He’s your beta, for Goddess’ sake." In an instant, he closed the distance between us, so fast it left me breathless. His hands gripped my waist, pulling me flush against his body, the heat of him making my skin tingle. I gasped, but before I could say a word, his lips crashed onto mine, claiming my mouth with a force that sent shockwaves through me. The kiss was punishing, hungry—I couldn't breathe, couldn't think. When he finally pulled back, I was trembling, my chest heaving as I struggled to regain my breath. His eyes, dark and stormy, searched mine with a possessive intensity. "You can’t laugh at my jokes..." he whispered, his voice a dangerous rasp as his fingers trailed lower, sending a shiver down my spine, "but you’ll come with my fingers." I shivered, heat pooling low in my belly at his words, his touch. The world around us blurred, fading into nothing as his hand slipped lower, drawing a ragged gasp from my lips. The look in his eyes told me he knew exactly what he was doing to me, and there was no denying the primal connection between us in that moment. "I don’t need your laughter," he murmured against my skin, his breath hot on my neck. "I’ll have every other part of you instead." **** Dark fantasy romance Morally Grey ML Angst Suspense ENEMIES to lovers Smut (like sprinkles on your ice cream)

Melanie Collins was the perfect wife—caring, strong, and dependable. For the last few years, she had managed her husband’s messy family, and business alone while waiting for her husband to return from studying abroad. But when he finally came back, Melanie’s world fell apart—he wasn’t alone. Along with him was his 'best' friend. Broken and confused about the change in her husband, Melanie didn’t know where to turn. And then she stumbled into another cold reality. Everything she had believed was a lie. Seething with anger and humiliation, as she tried to come to terms with the betrayal, an unexpected person steps into the picture, intent on seducing her and conquering her. The only problem? The man was her ex brother in law... And against her better judgment, she is attracted to this bad boy... But as Melanie tried to make sense of the changes, she discovered there was more going on than she ever imagined. Had both brothers loved really fallen in love with her? Or was she just a pawn in a bigger game? excerpt Since he had already been leaning against the table, he simply slid onto it, and with one swift motion, he hooked his boot around the leg of her chair and pulled it—pulled her—closer.The sudden movement made her jolt slightly, and when she looked up or rather when she looked ahead, she found herself staring directly at the zipper of his jeans... She looked up then and met his gaze. He caught her chin," Would you like to check if I am only pretending, sweet melon?"Melanie stiffened. And then pushed back her chair suddenly, so that Adam almost lost his balance, as she stood up. Before he could balance himself, she placed her hand on his shoulder, her fingers brushing against his neck.  Adam stiffened, his eyes glittering as he waited to see what she would do next. And she, of course surprised him as her other hand, slowly settled on the inside of his thigh. And then, the hand on his shoulder started to move. Her fingers tracing the side of his neck before lifting as she shot a glance to the corner of his mouth. The little piece of metal glinting there. She flicked at it lightly, barely a touch, but Adam could feel the heat all over his body, as she leaned in close, her lips barely a few centimetres away...so that they could both feel each other's breaths… She smiled slowly then. "Careful, Adam," she murmured, her voice playful, but carrying the unmistakable edge of a challenge. "Keep pushing, and I just might call your bluff."

“These bedchambers have missed your scent.” His voice, low and rough, made her pulse quicken. Her fear surged, boundless, as he closed the stained glass doors behind him. “Please… let me go,” she pleaded, trembling as he pulled her close, his touch burning against her skin. “You fled this place while carrying my child. Why did you come back?” he murmured, his lips trailing down her neck as they had so many times before. “I… don’t know,” she managed, her voice barely a whisper. Luciana Mircea de Amanécer, princess of the Holy Empire that ruled the skies, had once lived in a world of beauty and privilege—a devoted father, joyful sisters, wealth, and a loving fiancé. Yet that life shattered with a single conversation. One day, her father appeared in her chambers, eyes solemn, bearing news that upended her world. “You will be married,” he said, but the name wasn’t that of the man she cherished. Instead, she was to be wed to the ruthless crown prince of the rival Demon Empire, an alliance forged to quell the simmering tensions between their kingdoms. “Father, please…” she begged. “My child,” he murmured, his voice heavy with regret. “It is your duty as the firstborn princess. This marriage will protect the realm… and your little sisters.” For the first time in her life, Luciana saw him bow to her, his plea wordless but clear. Yielding to her father’s desperate request, she accepted her fate. In a single day, she went from princess to wife, her dreams abandoned and her future reshaped. But the white wedding gown was soon stained crimson, marking her descent into a life she could never have anticipated. Could she learn to accept a man for whom compassion was an unfamiliar luxury, or would the love she had left behind rise to rescue her?

Erika Belion never expected her life to suddenly take such a dangerous turn. She used to be just a low-income omega who worked several part-time jobs just to make ends meet with food and a roof over her head due to a difficult family situation. The wolf never expected that in the middle of a presentation by her musical group in a small speakeasy, her heat would be unleashed, and since she did not have a partner, she ended up emitting irresistible pheromones that, added to her lack of control, turned her act into a spectacle of mockery. That night she felt so humiliated that she had to leave without pay because, in addition to her zeal, she did not have the courage to look her boss in the eyes. But while Erika ran as fast as she could to her car to go straight to her apartment, feeling so embarrassed that she did not realize that from one moment to the next the laughter along with the degrading mockery towards her could be heard in the background. They stopped dead in dead silence. If only he had been in better condition or taken a moment to compose himself, perhaps he would have learned sooner that his heat would have drawn the attention of someone extremely dangerous. Among all the alphas who might have been interested in her for some reason or another... the one who was most interested was the boss of one of the most dangerous mafias on the continent. William Aballay. ----- William Aballay is the leader of one of the oldest and most powerful organized crime families. An alpha who had everything at his fingertips, he thought that in the next few years, he would be busy with the daily grind of managing his, in the process, inherited empire. Unfortunately, this is not his biggest problem at the moment. He is used to commanding and maintaining order for both his followers and his supposed competitors. He can take care of that with his eyes closed and both hands tied behind his back. What he was not mentally or physically prepared for was finding a beautiful woman who caught his attention more than any other woman he had ever met. ----- "William, our relationship is not good..." -Erika whispered, with a trembling voice, turning her back on the alpha, not being able to see him in the eyes- "I bring out the worst in you" -When she was about to run towards the door, he suddenly felt as if one hand was placed on his waist while the other snaked towards his neck, squeezing it a Little- "Ho, my dear Erika" -the black-haired man would tighten his grip a little, bringing his mouth close to the omega's ear, touching it lightly- "you couldn't be more wrong" -the shiver that this action caused only made him smile- "what you saw a few moments ago was simply the real me... the William that everyone fears and respects because he knows what will happen to them if they don't" "W-Wil..." "I would kill everyone I consider allies with my bare hands before I lost you" -he murmured, a dark smile now curving his lips- "I would kill the world itself if it dares to make the slightest scratch on you. You belong to omega... and nothing and no one will change that"

"Una mujer de 24 años viajó al mundo de la novela debido a un accidente de avión. Se hace cargo del cuerpo de un personaje secundario que lleva el mismo nombre que ella. Viajó a una época en la que todo era escaso. El momento en que abrió los ojos, le dijeron que en dos meses, se casaría con un hombre cojo. —¿Por qué nadie me dijo que mi prometido es tan guapo? —cuestionó la chica desconcertada. —Cariño, me alegra que te guste mi cara y cuerpo. ¿Debo calentar tu cama ahora? —respondió el prometido orgulloso. —¿No decían que eres discapacitado? ¿Cómo puedes moverte tan vigorosamente? —preguntó la chica confundida. —¿Dónde escuchaste esos rumores? Parece que necesito probarte a ti —declaró el marido vigoroso. —Tan descarado... —murmuró la chica tímida."

At dawn. The light of dawn lingered, hesitant to arrive, while the remnants of the setting sun had long faded into darkness. Within the city shrouded in thin mist, the hidden churches in the shadows, veins clinging to the cracks in walls, the gnawing sounds echoing from the sewers, and the murmuring shadows... A lantern bearer strolled forward.

[Matured Content] In a world of gods and Faes. Isadora Skaldwood was born a Fae but of impure blood “mannfae” deemed an inferior creation of the olden gods. Yet at birth she was kissed by the goddess of life and blessed with the ability of a skin weaver, capable of healing any wound or affliction. Betrayed by her family, she's sold for gain, shipped across the world to a brothel, into the hands of a selfish businessman who exploited her abilities for years. Travelers come to this brothel not to lay with the rumored mannfae but to seek her abilities. But then everything changed when “He” appeared… Kraven Val Thrond, widely known as “The Reaper," a terrifying warrior feared by those who dared speak his name. Dangerously handsome, a presence identical to the god of death, silver eyes like the crescent moon—but a mind dipped in madness. Isadora despises him, not just for stealing her away, but for thrusting her into his world of blood and chaos. He’s insane! But that’s only the cherry on top, his obsession is wicked. But when he touches her, mix emotions and desires stirs, can a madman feel something? Of course not! He's more inclined to kill her than succumb to his desires. He has this "Thirst" and it triggers mostly toward her. Just a kiss is a clear invitation toward death and when he touches her... she might greet the god of death soon. Have the gods damned her again? They had thrown a Dark Fae toward her way who's obsessed with owning her soul. But in life, only a mate can claim another soul. ~ (Excerpt) "What do you even want from me?" Isadora asked, this time more desperate. "The answer to that question, love," he leaned more until their lips almost touched. "I really wish there was one," he murmured, before crashing his lips against hers. Sparks surged through her in waves, but she bit his lip, hard enough to draw blood. The action seemed to make him stop and she pushed away from him. Kraven licked his lips, amused and a maddening look in his eyes. "Go away!" she yelled at him, tears almost building in her eyes. Why was he making her feel this way? Hatred burned through her veins and yet torn between this was an undeniable pull. "I will, love.." he replied with a dangerous edge to his tone and an eerily glow to his silver eyes. "If you can outrun me, first..." he added, taking a step closer and she instinctively took one back. "Run, Isadora..." he growled, his voice raw and animalistic, like a beast on the verge of unleashing wrath. "...run!" ~ A/N: This is Dark Romance, don't expect a sweet ML! Extra Tags: #darkromance #slowburn #blood&gore #morallygreyML #medieval #warriors The cover is mine!

WSA 2025 How did it go?" Lily asked the next morning when Ava got to the living room. "Terribly." Ava replied flatly, dropping into one of the sofas. Sarah entered almost immediately and sent Ava a teasing and wicked smile. "Really? That bad? Lucas is really great in matters of the bedroom. Did you do something wrong?" "Our little new concubine here is a virgin." Sarah announced. Lily gasped and covered her mouth. "Oh God. That is not the kind of man you want to lose your virginity with," Lily said. Sarah burst into laughter at Lily's comment. "It's not funny," Ava scowled. "Actually it is. Better warm up to the idea because when Alpha Lucas Raventhorn wants to take you, he will in the roughest way possible." Sarah advised. "You mean like last night? I thought he was going to rip you in half." Ava rolled her eyes. "I like my men rough." "Well, I don't." Ava retorted. "If you are looking for flowers, love, and vanilla sex. You are a concubine to the wrong alpha." "Ain't that the truth." Ava murmured under her breath

Lyla Knight thought she knew her husband, the enigmatic and stoic Noah Anderson—CEO of a billion-dollar empire and the golden bachelor of City A. Their marriage was a quiet agreement, a union arranged by their families to ensure Lyla's safety and happiness. For two years, Noah was away expanding his business, and Lyla pursued her dream of becoming a singer, believing they were just two polite strangers bound by a contract. But appearances can be deceiving. Noah Anderson, the king of the business world, has always been a wolf in sheep’s clothing. Beneath his calm demeanor lies an obsession—a love so deep that he’s been silently protecting his innocent "little rabbit" from the shadows. When he finally returns, his carefully constructed facade begins to crack. “Sweetheart,” he murmurs one day, his voice a mix of pleading and determination, “I let them think I didn’t love you enough to show you off. But now, can we go public? Let me slap their faces with the truth.” Even the king of hell is willing to make puppy eyes to convince his wife to acknowledge him as her husband—a sight that leaves his assistant Cheng fleeing the office in shock. But Lyla’s world is truly shaken when she stumbles into Noah’s private library and finds a hidden treasure trove: old, secretly taken photos of herself from years before they were married. Her heart pounds as she backs away, only to collide with the man himself. His familiar scent surrounds her as his deep, velvety voice whispers near her ear, “It has always been you, sweetheart.” Caught between the shy, gentlemanly facade she believed in and the possessive, passionate man he truly is, Lyla must navigate the truth about her husband and their secret marriage.

Some doors should never be opened. Some voices should never be heard. Elara Rook has always been haunted—by whispers in the dark, by fleeting shadows, by the unsettling feeling that she doesn’t belong to just one world. But when she returns to the abandoned Rook estate, the voices become more than just eerie murmurs. They become memories. Vivid. Terrifying. Real. One touch, one vision, and she is thrust into the past—reliving the pain, the terror, and the secrets of spirits who refuse to be forgotten. A girl trapped in a room that no longer exists. A scream that echoes through time. A warning buried beneath the house’s rotting bones. As Elara digs deeper, she realizes she’s not just an observer—she’s a key. And something, or someone, is waiting for her to open the final door. Somewhere beyond the veil, the dead are watching. And they are whispering her name.

"Let me take a look." The handsome professor, with his broad shoulders and powerful muscles, lifted me effortlessly and placed me on the desk. His strong hands gently lowered the strap of my uniform to examine the bruise from training. "Helanie! Why do you always end up hurt?" His voice grew husky, sending a shiver down my spine as I struggled to catch my breath. I had to remind myself that he’s my professor... and my stepbrother. I shouldn’t be seduced by his touch. "If anyone bullies you again, come to my office and I will deal with them," he murmured, his beautiful eyes locking onto mine. Despite knowing he’s forbidden, I couldn’t help but wonder—should I tell him about the mate bond I felt the night he was drunk? .. When her parents rejected each other, Helanie went from being her daddy's angel to a neglected and forgotten child. But on her eighteenth birthday, things took a dark turn. When her body went into heat, she attracted a group of alphas. Instead of rescuing her, her secret alpha boyfriend ran away. That night changed Helanie’s life forever. Accused of consenting to the attack, she was sentenced to execution by her own pack. Desperate, she fled, determined to find her mother. What she didn’t expect was to find her mother preparing to marry a rogue king with four dangerously handsome and beastly sons. Things turn even darker when she felt a mate bond with her bully stepbrothers, will she be able to escape their claws or their seduction will ruin her life to next extremes? .. Facebook - Alexis Dee

“The mind is its own place, and in itself can make a heaven of hell, a hell of heaven.” Broken and shattered into a million pieces, Stark found all the memories of his past self forgotten, gone, swallowed by the endless abyss of nothingness. Stark opened his eyes to a desolate dark fantasy world filled with whisper and murmurs, sorcery and Esotericas, Grimoire and Palimpsest. Stark moves his feet forward with an intention of knowing about himself, his past self, who he once was. Was it a the right choice or the wrong one? Should he have knocked on the looked doors of Resonance or sought for solace in the open arms of forgetfulness?

“Now tell me Amasir, what were you doing in his room last night?” As Rughald took a step towards her, she mirrored him with a step backward. His lips curled up in a deep frown. “You were with him again.” “Rughald—” “Don’t,” he snapped. In an instant, he closed the distance between them. He was do fast that he left her breathless. His hands caressed her waist, and she suddenly became aware of how difficult it was to breath. “You reek of him, love,” he murmured. “His scent, his touch, his kiss, they are all over you.” She gasped and before she could say anything, his lips crashed onto hers, claiming her mouth into his. He sucked on her lower lips, his kiss punishing. She couldn’t breath, couldn’t think, couldn’t move. When he finally pulled back, her lips were trembling and her chest was heaving. His eyes darkened with hint of possessiveness. “There,” he smiled. “Now Mikhaz lips are gone.”

A kingdom built on power. A war fueled by vengeance. And a woman destined to tear it all apart. Freya has spent her life as an outcast—beaten, humiliated, and branded a disappointment. A servant in the house of the man who once called himself her father. But on the night of her eighteenth birthday, everything changes. She awakens to a truth more dangerous than the chains that bound her. She is not just a disgraced wolf. She is something more—something both feared and hunted. Prince Dorian Damon, ruthless heir to the throne, knows what she is. She is his mate. The one fate has bound to him in ways he never wanted. But to him, she is also a weapon—a pawn in the bloody war against the hunters. He takes her, claims her, and keeps her not out of love, but control. "You think I won’t reject you?" Dorian’s voice is low, edged with cruel amusement as he presses her against the cold stone wall of his chamber. His grip is iron, his breath a promise of ruin. "I will. The moment you become useless to me." But there is another. Tiberius, the legendary hunter with emerald eyes that see too much and a touch that burns her differently, has searched for her his entire life. He was raised to despise wolves, to slaughter them without hesitation. Yet when he looks at Freya, he does not see an enemy. He sees his mate. "They told me I would find you," Tiberius murmurs, his fingers brushing over the bruises Dorian left on her wrists. His gaze is both tender and deadly. "But they never told me you’d be suffering at the hands of the man who should have worshipped you." Caught between two kings, two destinies, and two deadly temptations, Freya must decide who she truly is. A key to destruction, or a bridge to salvation? But what happens when the wolf prince refuses to let her go… and the hunter king refuses to let her fall? A brutal prince. A vengeful hunter. A woman bound by fate. One will break her. One will save her. Or will she choose to save herself?

[Warning: Mature Content R18+] The taste of forbidden love is the sweetest agony!! They were fucking right. I, Frery Kane was whipped and captivated by a Lycan Shifter from the Bay Shifter pack in Paradise Bay. Drawn to him like a moth to a flame, an irresistible pull I couldn’t deny. Alpha Tor Gale, a Lycan Shifter of unparalleled strength, only of his kind, his blood as intoxicating as ambrosia, his presence a temptation, I couldn’t escape. He made me crave more than I should or was allowed. In Paradise Bay, Vampires and Shifters are bound by ancient laws, their rivalry etched into the marrow of our existence. To meet him was to defy centuries of hatred; to love him was to risk everything. Each secret meeting was a dance with death, a betrayal of the Paradise Vampire Coven, and a rebellion against the laws that chained us. But Tor was my forbidden desire, my beautiful torment, and my greatest weakness. I knew the cost of this love, a love that could ignite war and destroy us both. But how could I resist the one thing that made my immortal heart beat once more? Excerpt from Alpha Tor's POV: “So you’ve been following me,” Tor’s deep growl echoed in the icy cavern. His golden eyes caught the flicker of torchlight. His breath misted in the freezing air, curling like smoke between them. “What gave me away?” I responded my voice as low, deep, and steady. Tor laughed a deep rumble that shook the cavern walls. “You reek of desperation. Do you think I didn’t notice your scent clinging to the trees? Are your footprints melting the frost? What is it, vampire? What do you want from me?” My jaw clenched and my gaze didn’t waver. “Your blood,” I taunted as my voice was laced with coldness to see if he could be threatened by my words. “Your kind is... intoxicating. Forbidden. I can’t stop myself.” I expected him to cover but he stepped forward and responded “If it’s my blood you want,” he murmured, his voice low and teasing, “then come closer and take what you need” The words struck me like lightning, and a fiery heat surged through my veins. My beast clawed at my control, drawn to him in a way that defied logic. His gaze held mine, and for the first time in my life, I didn’t know whether to run or to stay. ___________________________________________________________________________________________ In the end, they called me a betrayer. A traitor to the Paradise Vampire Coven. But how could I hold back when I had tasted something far sweeter than immortality? Alpha Tor was my forbidden fruit, the Lycan Shifter Alpha who defied everything I was taught to hate. But when I surged forward, ready to face anyone who dared stand between us, fate revealed the old prophecy hidden in Hanka Island. Alpha Tor wasn’t just my lover, he was my lifetime mate, our bond blessed by the ancient magic of Hanka Island itself. And our love was not meant to follow the rules, it was meant to break them.

"Where did he go?" I murmured, realizing I was alone. My heart sank as I scanned the room for any sign of him. But It was just me, an empty wine bottle on the floor, and memories of the night before. I pushed myself up, feeling the dull ache in my body. The alcohol still lingered in my system, and I had no idea how many times we had... well, how many times we had done it. But despite everything, I couldn't deny I had enjoyed it. "You're such an idiot Kim!" I scolded myself, running a hand through my messy hair. "You didn't even ask for his name." I sighed, embarrassed at my recklessness. How could I let myself go low with a stranger like that? I glanced down, realizing I was completely naked. "Oh my gosh!" I yelped, grabbing my dress off the floor and quickly slipping it on... ★★ Humiliated and betrayed, Kimberly Fray's life as a powerful Alpha's daughter of the Moon Stone Pack crumbles when Alpha Derrick of the Night Walkers Pack rejects her. But as she uncovers her true identity, Kimberly finds herself caught between two powerful Alphas who desire her. Torn between Alpha Derrick, who begins to see her worth too late, and calculative Alpha Theo, Kimberly's strength and courage are tested like never before. In a world where love, revenge, and power collide, Kimberly must decide who she truly is, and who she's meant to be with between the two Alphas chosen by the Moon Goddess!

In the misty riverscape of Jiangnan during the Ming Dynasty’s Jiajing era, a young fisherman, Ling Yingjue, stumbles into the treacherous martial world after discovering a mysterious jade pendant—the legendary "Swallow Jade." Orphaned and raised by an old fisherman, Ling inherits the enigmatic Soul-Piercing Cone, a weapon of uncanny design, and finds himself hunted by the ruthless Blood Blade League, a shadowy faction obsessed with rare treasures. Fleeing a deadly ambush, he crosses paths with Liu Shan’er, a spirited girl from the Liu clan, whose family harbors its own secrets tied to the jade. As Ling battles the League’s relentless assassins, including the fearsome Zhang Lie, he seeks refuge in Liu Village, forging an alliance with Shan’er and her father, Liu Changfeng, a seasoned martial master probing the jade’s dark past. The Swallow Jade, one of four fabled treasures, whispers of a lost martial secret that once annihilated the Tang clan—a prize the Blood Blade League will kill to claim. Amidst looming threats and fleeting glimpses of a mysterious black shadow, Ling’s raw skill with the Cone grows, hinting at untapped potential. With danger closing in, he must unravel the jade’s enigma, protect his newfound companions, and confront a destiny he never sought in a world where every step echoes with the clash of blades and the murmur of hidden winds.

HEED MY ADVICE, TO ALL WHO WILL LISTEN, THE FURY OF A WOMAN WHO LIVES ON REVENGE, EVEN IN THE FACE OF DEATH, IS A RECKONING THAT SPARES NO ONE. The Dukedom Heiress Luella Van-Rensselaer thought that by doing everything her family needed, she would have the beautiful and loving family she had always wanted. However, she ends up getting betrayed by her own twin sister and her fiancé. Having gotten fed up with her family and how badly they had put her through, Luella wishes for death, which her sister gives to her as she ends up dying in the hands of her sister and fiancé. Finally, finding the peace she had always wanted, she wakes up to when she was eighteen (18) years old as the funeral service of her father. And now filled with nothing but rage and memories of her past, she now aims to destroy the entire dukedom with its name. The Van-Rensselaer dukedom will end WITH her and BY her. ~+~ A MAN WHO LOVES HIS WOMAN WITH NO POWER OR WEALTH IS NOTHING BUT A DREAMER; BUT A MAN WHO LOVES HIS WOMAN WITH POWER AND WEALTH IS A PROTECTOR, WORTHY TO BE BY HER SIDE. And that was what Grand Duke Ozed Rhinelander was. A man who went to war for his woman, accumulated wealth for his woman, lives for his woman. And he would kill for his woman. When Luella decides to take revenge on her family, she goes to one person she fully trusts. ~+~ ~Fragment~ "Do you want this?" His voice was low, almost a growl, but there was a hint of something else beneath — something that made her heart skip a beat. She swallowed hard, her throat dry. The question hung in the air between them, heavy and tangible. "I… I don't know," She finally answered, her voice barely above a whisper. His lips curled into a smirk, a slow, dangerous smile that sent shivers down her spine. "Liar" he murmured, his voice a deep rumble that vibrated through her. "You want this. You want me." She opened her mouth to protest, to deny it, but he didn't give her a chance. His hand shot out, gripping her chin roughly, forcing her to look up at him. "Do you want me to prove it?" He asked, his voice dripping with challenge. ~+~ Tags: #Revenge #Strongfemalelead, #norape, #reincarnation, #Fakeidentity, #EdwardianEra, #VampireRomance #Smut #Supernaturalpowers #magic #darkfantasy #long-distance pining (The main characters are aware of each other's feelings but can't be physically be together yet. IN THE BEGINNING CHAPTERS). ~+~ Cover is mine. DO NOT USE ____ @AR

I can't help falling for you. you've unraveled me in ways I never thought possible... -------------- Imagine you go to work like every other day, but you never expected to confront an agent of death, an event that will change your life forever. Natasha was having a regular day at work until life threw a curveball—she meet and confronts Drogen, a grim reaper, in the garage, talk about tough luck. And just when things couldn’t get any worse… bam! a car crash. Dead? Yeah. But not for long. Drogen broke every grim reaper rule and brought her back to life, convinced she was the key to ending his curse. Now they’re bound by a blood pact, and things start getting weird. Natasha experiences flashes of a forgotten past—a past that’s somehow tied to Drogen. A meeting that started with fear and death soon transforms into a sweet, passionate love experience that neither of them could resist and she finds herself helplessly falling in love with this mysterious being. But here's the thing, these two were never supposed to meet again. Excerpt: Drogen's expression softened as he stared down at her lips, a rare glimpse of raw desire shining in his eyes. "You know," he began, his voice dropping to a whisper, "I've been desperately wanting to do this since you hugged me." Before she could protest, his lips claimed hers, soft but insistent, catching her completely off guard. Her breath hitched as his tongue teased hers, coaxing a response. She froze for a moment, her heart racing wildly, but as his warmth enveloped her, she gave in, kissing him back. Her hesitation melted away as his touch deepened, slow and gentle, yet ignited sparks through her whole being. His hands found her waist, pulling her closer until there was no space left between them. She gasped softly when she felt his bulge pressed hard against her, her cheeks heating in response. He didn't seem to care—if anything, it turned him on even more. His grip tightened as though he couldn't get enough of her, his kisses growing bolder, more demanding, yet still carrying an undeniable tenderness. Her fingers gripped his shirt for balance, holding on as the intensity of his touch left her breathless. He kissed her like he was savoring her, like every second mattered, and it sent a thrill through her. Every brush of his lips, every press of his body against hers, made her forget where she was. All she could feel was him. Finally, he pulled back, their foreheads resting together as they tried to catch their breath. His voice was low and rough, full of longing. "You're driving me crazy, Nat." Her lips were still tingling from his kisses as she met his gaze, her own voice trembling but steady. "Then don't stop." His dark eyes blazed with desire, and a faint smile touched his lips. "You don't know what you're asking for," he murmured, his hand slipping lower, his touch firm yet careful, as if she might disappear if he wasn't careful. "Maybe I do," she whispered, a small smile playing on her lips despite the way her heart pounded in her chest. Something in his expression softened, but the hunger in his eyes remained. She had undone him completely, and for once, he didn't want to fight it. Whatever this was, he wasn't letting go, and neither was she. For fans of forbidden love, a rebellious heroine, steamy romance, dark fantasy, a tragic past life and happy endings, this book is for you TRIGGER WARNING: This book contains R18 scenes, detailed descriptions of violence, cruelty, murder and death.

Experiencing a suffocating marriage with the man whom she was arranged to marry made Joanna want to leave him. But it was a failure as she died as the wife of the man who abandoned her and her son before they divorced. On the verge of her death, she made a wish to not encounter him again if there was a next life. She wished for the end of their fate only in this lifetime. She wanted to forget everything about him. However, when she opened her eyes again, she found herself in the room of the mansion of the man she just married. She was awakened by a dream that seemed to be a nightmare of her past life. She didn’t remember completely everything that had occurred in her past life and the dream was fragmented. But deep inside her heart, she only felt one thing. She was adamant about leaving him, to be far away from him. Therefore, she left his mansion just before she met him in person in the present lifetime. However, what she didn’t expect was that the so-called husband pursued her, not allowing her to leave him. Would Joanna be successful in leaving the man in this lifetime? Would fate play the same tragedy as her past life? --- As he pulled his finger away from her soft, warm lips, he said, “It is good you stopped winding up, Joanna. Otherwise, I would have used the other method to make you stop blabbering over the same, boring topic endlessly.” When he noticed the stubborn woman was about to prove herself to be stubborn, the man leaned forward in a swift movement, facing the woman’s stupefied face which was an inch away from his. “Continue to blabbering, don’t blame me if I apply my other method right now,” the man murmured above her breath, trailing his gaze from her quivering eyes to her lips before moving it back to her now widened eyes. --- *Cover doesn’t belong to the author. Credit to the artist/owner.

Alpha Cassian was once feared and revered, a warrior who led his pack with unwavering strength. But when his mate was killed, a part of him died with her. For years, he ruled in solitude, convinced that the Moon Goddess had cursed him to walk alone. Love was a weakness he could not afford, and his heart remained closed off, his pack growing colder under his reign. That changes the night he is forced to attend the Omega auction. Among the trembling, discarded she-wolves stands her—a fragile yet defiant woman whose scent awakens something primal inside him. She is his mate. His second chance. But Cassian refuses to believe in fate a second time. The omega, once cast out for being wolfless, is sold to him against her will. In his world, she is nothing—a burden, a mistake. Yet, despite his rejection, she refuses to cower. As threats rise within the pack and outside forces scheme against them, Cassian is forced to protect her, even as he resists the bond pulling him closer. But fate is relentless, and when she is taken from him, Cassian will have to decide—will he risk his heart once more, or will he lose his mate for a second time? *** “Let me go,” she whispered, her lips quivering as tears rolled down her cheeks. He said he hated her—so why wasn’t he letting her go? Cassian’s eyes darkened at the sight of her tears. Without a second thought, he leaned in, burying his face in the crook of her neck. “What if I don’t?” he murmured, his voice rough with an emotion he refused to name. Her intoxicating scent clouded his thoughts, stirring something primal within him. He wasn’t supposed to feel this way. Yet, with her, every instinct rebelled against reason. “Because you don’t love me,” she choked out, her hands trembling against his chest. “And if you don’t, then you have no right to keep me.” She was right. Then why did the thought of separation pierce his heart like a blade?

Ace has always known he was different, rescued by human couples as a baby by the road side. Raised with a strange mark on his chest, uncanny speed, heightened senses, and an instinct he could never explain. But everything comes to a head on his eighteenth birthday when a restless fire awakens deep within him, compelling him into the forest under the light of the full moon. Drawn by an invisible force, Ace’s body trembles with anticipation, and his wolf, silent his entire life, stirs to life for the first time. Then he feels it: an overwhelming presence that fills the air, makes his heart race, and stops him in his tracks. A powerful looking but desperate man emerges from the shadows, Ace’s entire being responds. His chest burns, and the mark he always thought was a birthmark begins to glow on his chest, as if it knows the man standing before him. Kieran’s piercing silver eyes hold a mixture of relief and hunger as he steps closer. 'You’re mine,' Kieran murmurs, his voice deep and reverberating with authority and raw desire. Ace doesn’t understand what’s happening, but his body does. Every fiber of his being screams for Kieran, his wolf howling for the connection they were destined to share. When Kieran touches the glowing mark on Ace’s chest, the bond between them explodes into life. Ace feels everything, the undeniable pull, the deep need to belong, and a passion so intense it takes his breath away. The world fades, leaving only Kieran and the primal connection binding them. Kieran's suppressed desires for his mate breaks free from their restrain. He tears their clothes into pieces, pulling Ace closer in his arms as he uncontrollably touches every inch of Ace's body, feeling the satisfaction he has longed for_ for years. He devours Ace's mouth and lips as he thrust into him , every thrust igniting a hotter flame inside their bodies, they both groan and scream at the connection, at the pleasure that flows throw every vein in their bodies. In that heated moment, Kieran claims Ace, sinking his teeth into his neck to mark him as his own. The bite sends a shockwave through Ace’s body, awakening a hunger and power he never knew he possessed. Their souls collide, binding them together in a bond that is both exhilarating and terrifying. ▪▪ But as Ace grapples with his newfound identity as a werewolf and the mate of a powerful alpha, he’s thrust into a world of danger, loyalty, and love so overwhelming it threatens to consume him. Will he accept the destiny that ties him to Kieran, or will the weight of the bond shatter them both?"* ○○●●○ Alpha Kieran had been looking for his mate for nine years, he searched among the she_wolves in his pack and all other packs but never found his expected female mate, only to find out his mate is a male , something he has forbidden in his pack. No matter how much he didn't want to mate with Ace, the pull was way much uncomfortable to him. What is he going to do now that he has found himself in the situation he had forbade others himself.

I’m a proud NEET who’s devoured every romance novel, manga, webtoon, and otome game out there. Just when I thought I’d conquered it all, a black bunny appeared in my dream. “Congrats! You’ve been chosen to help villains win across multiple worlds!” “Like a game?” “Uh . . . sure.” “Great, I’m in!” And just like that, I became an agent of the Villain System. Time to rewrite some happily-ever-afters—villain style. **[NOTE!]** This novel features multiple short arcs, each exploring different tropes such as ancient China, the modern world, beasts, werewolves, vampires, fantasy, school romance, idol groups—you name it! The twist? Each arc focuses on our MC making the villain (male) triumph over the male and female leads. The story is written primarily in 2nd and 3rd person POV for a dynamic and immersive experience. || Excerpt || [WARNING! MATURE Content Ahead!] “Then serve me . . . properly.” The command was both sensual and authoritative, and Xue Li’s pulse quickened under his intense gaze. The air between them grew heavy, her trembling hands faltering as she began to run the sponge across his chest, her touch featherlight against his scars. “Y-yes your majesty.” Xue Li’s hand trembled slightly as she dipped the towel into the warm, fragrant water, her breath catching as she squeezed it out over Han Feng’s shoulders. The water cascaded down his chiseled frame, tracing every ridge and contour of his muscles. She swallowed hard, focusing intently on her task, though her heart raced like a drum in her chest. She began at his shoulders, her touch gentle as the towel glided over his skin. His scars, a mix of old battles and untold stories, caught her attention, and she hesitated for a brief moment before continuing. The warmth of the water mixed with the heat radiating from his body, and the intimacy of the moment sent a shiver up her spine. Han Feng leaned back slightly, watching her through half-lidded eyes, his expression unreadable. “Slower,” he murmured, his voice a low rumble that made her pulse skip. Xue Li obeyed, her movements becoming more deliberate as she ran the sponge across his chest, down the defined lines of his abdomen. Each stroke felt unbearably sensual, her fingers brushing his skin as she worked. She tried to maintain her composure, but the proximity to him, the sheer physicality of his presence, made her feel as though the air had thickened. When she reached his arms, he extended one lazily, letting her clean him as though it were his divine right. Her hand moved carefully, trailing down his forearm to his wrist, her touch so soft it almost tickled. Han Feng’s silence was oppressive yet charged, the pressure of his gaze pinning her in place. As she lowered the sponge to his torso again, her hand faltered briefly near the sharp line of his hipbone. The water ran over his skin like liquid fire, and her breath hitched when she noticed the slight curve of his lips, a hint of satisfaction playing there. “You’re trembling,” he said, his voice velvet smooth, making her flinch. “I-It’s the steam, Your Majesty,” she stammered, though she knew it was a poor excuse. Han Feng chuckled softly, the sound deep and rich. “Hmm . . . Is that so? Then you have no problem cleaning my cock right?” Xue Li's eyes trembled, on the verge of tears, which seemed to please Han Feng. His smile grew wider as he urged her on. "Go on. You're going to serve me properly, aren't you?"

Em um mundo onde Lycans e lobisomens são inimigos jurados, Eve Valmont é uma lobisomem amaldiçoada por uma profecia e incriminada. Traída por sua própria matilha e aprisionada por anos, seu destino toma um rumo mais sombrio quando ela é oferecida ao Rei Lycan, Hades Stavros - um governante temido por suas conquistas impiedosas e habilidade mortal. Presa por uma antiga profecia e assombrada pelos fantasmas de seu passado, Eve agora está à mercê do único ser que deveria odiar e temer mais - O próprio Punho da Morte. Hades, um rei moldado a partir do sangue e da decadência de sua própria alma, determinado a vingar o massacre de sua família e livrar seu povo dos lobisomens. Ele acredita que Eve é a chave para a sua vitória. Para ele, ela não é nada além de uma arma prevista pela profecia, uma ferramenta que ele usará para destruir as forças opostas que ameaçam sua matilha. No entanto, ele se vê desejando esta mulher poderosa, embora quebrada. Deixando-o questionar se ela é realmente sua arma ou aquela destinada a desvendar seus planos cuidadosamente traçados. Ele caminhou em minha direção, um predador se aproximando de sua presa, seus olhos escuros e indecifráveis. 'Então, você ri?' Sua voz era baixa, perigosamente suave, fazendo os pelos na nuca se arrepiarem. Engoli em seco, subitamente consciente de como se tornara difícil respirar. 'Hades, eu—' 'Mas você só ri das piadas de outros homens,' ele interrompeu, seu olhar penetrante, desprovido de qualquer humor. 'Não das piadas do seu marido.' A acusação em seu tom era cortante, atravessando o ar entre nós. Um riso nervoso escapou de mim. 'Você não pode estar falando sério ... Ele é seu beta, pela Deusa.' Num instante, ele diminuiu a distância entre nós, tão rápido que me deixou sem fôlego. Suas mãos agarraram minha cintura, me puxando contra o seu corpo, o calor dele fazendo minha pele formigar. Eu respirei fundo, mas antes que eu pudesse dizer uma palavra, seus lábios colidiram com os meus, reivindicando minha boca com uma força que enviou ondas de choque através de mim. O beijo era punitivo, faminto - eu não podia respirar, não podia pensar. Quando ele finalmente recuou, eu estava tremendo, o peito ofegante enquanto lutava para recuperar o fôlego. Seus olhos, escuros e tempestuosos, buscavam os meus com uma intensidade possessiva. 'Você não pode rir das minhas piadas...' ele sussurrou, sua voz um raspão perigoso enquanto seus dedos deslizavam para baixo, enviando um arrepio pela minha espinha, 'mas você vai gozar com os meus dedos.' Eu estremeci, calor se acumulando no fundo da minha barriga com suas palavras, seu toque. O mundo ao nosso redor se tornou um borrão, desaparecendo em nada enquanto a mão dele deslizava para baixo, arrancando de mim um suspiro rouco. O olhar em seus olhos me disse que ele sabia exatamente o que estava fazendo comigo, e não havia como negar a conexão primal entre nós naquele momento. 'Eu não preciso da sua risada,' ele murmurou contra minha pele, seu hálito quente no meu pescoço. 'Eu vou ter cada outra parte de você.'

In the penumbra of a fallen empire, **Lucien Valefor** walks alone, his shadow stretching across broken lands that once knelt before his bloodline. The last scion of the Valefor dynasty moves through the twilight realm between vengeance and despair, each footfall a testament to promises whispered in the dark. "Memory is the cruelest blade," he murmurs to the night, his voice carrying the weight of a thousand silenced screams. "It cuts deeper than steel, leaving wounds that time refuses to heal." The betrayal that stripped him of his birthright lives within him now—not as a wound, but as a companion, intimate and ever-present. His **Nyx Ascendance** pulses beneath his skin, darkness coalescing around his fingers like liquid obsidian. This power, born of sacrifice and suffering, is not merely wielded—it is experienced, a symphony of shadow that resonates with the hollow chambers of his heart. "They believed death would silence me," Lucien contemplates, watching the darkness dance between his palms. "But in death, I found a truth they fear to face—that endings are merely thresholds to more terrible beginnings." The moon bearing witness to his soliloquy casts silver light upon the scars that map his journey—each mark a verse in the epic of his fall and inevitable rise. His enemies sleep behind walls of stone and privilege, dreaming peaceful dreams of empires built upon his family's ashes. "The architecture of revenge requires patience," he tells the stillness around him. "Each moment of their false security is a stone in the monument of their eventual ruin." He is not the prince they remember—that man perished in the bloody theater of their betrayal. What returns to them now is something hollowed and hallowed by suffering, a vessel filled with purpose so pure it transcends morality. "I do not seek justice," Lucien acknowledges, his eyes reflecting landscapes of yet-unfought battles. "Justice implies balance, and some scales can never be balanced—only shattered and reforged." In the distance, the spires of his ancestral home pierce the horizon like accusing fingers. The throne that awaits him is no longer merely a seat of power but an altar upon which he will sacrifice those who believed him conquered. "They will learn," he whispers to the approaching dawn, "that nightmares do not fade with waking. Some terrors follow you into the light."