Ilsa Madden Mills

"It felt like every cell of my body was purposefully made to one day defeat Edward Junior Chernyshevsky-Coleman. I had every desire to be better than him. To be stronger, smarter and more loved. It was maddening; a desperate plea for survival. I was on the right track... That was until his eyes met mine and he looked at me the way he did. At that moment I felt like I would die." Connor Leandre Rennison and Edward Junior Chernyshevsky-Coleman. Deputy Captain and Captain. Rugby Royalty and the son of the world's richest man. Fire and Ice. Sworn enemies from the first moment they laid sight on each other. Yet is that all they really are or is their hatred a cover for something more passionate. Something that could burn them both alive and leave them to be nothing but ashes. The third installment of the 'In Love series' by Matli_Unicorn. Check out Edward In Love and Ethan in Love to follow the 'Chernyshevsky-Coleman' family on their journey of love.

Qu'est-ce qui était pire que la mort elle-même ? Eh bien, c'était mourir en sachant que personne ne vous regretterait, en sachant que votre mort était un service rendu à tous ceux que vous aviez connus. C'était exactement ce que je ressentais le jour où je suis mort. J'étais le fruit de l'amour du Roi Alpha de l'Éclipse, à une époque où le lien d'âme sœur était considéré comme sacré, un enfant né hors mariage n'était rien de moins que sacrilège... 'C'était sa faute, il aimait quelqu'un d'autre que son âme sœur...' 'C'était sa faute, il avait eu une connaissance charnelle d'une femme humaine.' 'Tout était de sa faute, mon seul crime était d'être né de sa luxure.' Mais pourquoi ce Roi Alpha qui était mon père était-il parfaitement en sécurité, alors que j'étais haï, méprisé et blâmé pour tout à la place ? Pourquoi devais-je être le pion de mon père, utilisé pour atteindre ses buts ? Pourquoi ne pouvais-je pas être rejeté comme tout le monde mais étais au lieu de cela assassiné par ma propre âme sœur ? Pourquoi ai-je été tué avant même d'avoir eu la chance de vivre ? J'avais mille questions et pourtant il n'y avait personne pour répondre et c'était exactement comme ça que je suis mort... Alors pourquoi mes yeux se sont-ils rouverts ce jour-là, un mois avant ma mort ? Était-ce à cause de mon petit secret ? Un secret que je ne dirai à personne d'autre qu'à vous... Au vu du titre de mon récit, vous devez penser que je suis un loup Oméga... Non, vous vous trompez... Je ne suis pas un loup Oméga, je suis un loup Alpha et mon nom est Oméga. ~Deuxième livre de la série la Renaissance des Loups-Garous. *Pas un préquel ou une suite à 'La Némésis du Roi Alpha', les deux livres ne sont pas liés si ce n'est pour le cadre du monde et le concept de Renaissance des Loup-Garous. *Couverture obtenue sur internet, tous les crédits vont à l'artiste original.*

"The Last Sight" is a gripping tale of hope, courage, and resilience centered around Emma Hart, a talented young artist who finds herself caught in a perilous situation after receiving a mysterious message. When Emma is mysteriously abducted following a cryptic invitation to an abandoned mill, her loved ones and the community rally to uncover her whereabouts. Through detective work and perseverance, they discover Emma held captive in an isolated cabin, manipulated by a dangerous stalker with a criminal past. The story explores themes of innocence, the dangers lurking online, and the power of community support. Emma’s ordeal ultimately leads to her rescue, inspiring her to heal and advocate for safety, while her art transforms into a symbol of hope and strength. The novel underscores the importance of vigilance and unity in overcoming darkness and emerging stronger.

***This is BOOK 2 under the FAKE DATING SERIES*** ____________________ COPYRIGHT NOTICE: All Rights Reserved. No portion of this publication may be reproduced, copied, stored, transmitted, adapted, translated, or distributed in any form or by any means, including but not limited to electronic, digital, or online media, without the prior written consent of the author. Unauthorized use, duplication, or dissemination of any part of this work will constitute a violation of copyright law and may result in legal action. _____________________ Shanaya Thakur had a plan! A neatly color-coded, perfectly curated, bullet-journal-approved kind of plan. The kind of plan with checkboxes, motivational quotes scribbled in the margins, and an unhealthy number of post-its. She was going to become Mumbai’s best, boldest, badass lawyer, land a coveted job at the ridiculously prestigious BR Advocates — a firm so elite it practically air-kissed lesser mortals — and slowly take over the world, one perfectly argued case at a time. Shanaya wasn’t just ambitious. She was capital-A Ambitious. And maybe a little dramatic, excessively sarcastic, and allergic to bullshit. So naturally, when she nailed every single requirement BR Advocates asked for — top of her class? Check. Ruthless work ethic? Double check. A sharp tongue capable of verbally decimating anyone who doubted her? Triple, sparkly check — she figured the job was practically hers. Until the firm pulled a surprise. A New hiring rule: Only experienced, married applicants will be considered. Married? As in, spouse? Legal binding married? She blinked. Holy crap! And sure, Shanaya might have aggressively whispered ‘burn it all down’ under her breath in the middle of HR’s lobby. And yes, she might have chucked a high heel at her vision board. But desperation breeds creativity. And Shanaya Thakur? She was nothing if not dangerously creative when backed into a corner. Which is how the idea was born. Find a husband! Any husband! In two weeks. Which brings us to Yuvaan Grewal: Six-foot-something of maddening calm, devastating looks, and a talent for making tailored suits look illegal. President of Sauvé, one of India’s most successful product companies, Yuvaan is brilliant, emotionally detached, and permanently single — by choice. A choice his mother hates. After dodging fifty arranged proposals, eighty dates, and roughly a hundred aunties armed with lovely girls from nice families, Yuvaan’s perfected the art of politely refusing romance and staying unmarried. Until one scandal, a series of hilariously unfortunate coincidences, and one very desperate law graduate with excellent cheekbones land them both in a situation neither of them asked for: A fake marriage. It’s supposed to be simple. A business arrangement. A temporary fix. But with Shanaya’s sharp mouth, Yuvaan’s smoldering glares, and a growing list of almost-kisses they both pretend not to remember — things are about to get complicated. Because what happens when the one person you swear you can’t stand starts feeling alarmingly like home? And Love ? That was never part of the plan. But then again… when is it ever? _____________________ DISCLAIMER: The book contains mature content, so please read under the parental guidance. Also, the cover illustration belongs to original creator. NOT me. The cover page was modified using online tools. The story is slow burn, so please bear with the plot. ______________________

Li Xian was just an ordinary young man from a small, nameless village—until one night, everything changed. His village was destroyed by ferocious beasts from a chaotic rift. His family died. His homeland vanished. He lived… but only for revenge. On the brink of death and maddened by suffering, Li Xian discovered a forbidden crystal: the Chaos Core, a combined element of all essences, which could only be obtained by enduring pain beyond human limits. Now, with uncontrollable power and a heart that has frozen over, Li Xian steps into the cultivation world as a neutral existence—sometimes saving, sometimes slaughtering, all depending on who is most worthy of being exploited. In a world controlled by hypocritical sects and intriguing clans, one thing is certain: If you stand in my way, no matter who you are—I will destroy you. From bloody sect tournaments, clan betrayals, to the secrets of the heavens and the destruction of the mortal world, Li Xian will write his own destiny… with blood.

He believes in purpose. She believes in power. Neither believes in love — until they collide. When idealistic nonprofit founder Will Bennett locks eyes with Eliza Darcy, the tech world's coldest CEO, it's not sparks that fly — it's shrapnel. She calls his life’s work charity cosplay. He calls her emotionless corporate ice. But fate—and a high-stakes pitch—throws them back together. Behind her glass empire and polished armor, Eliza hides a past built on abandonment and ambition. She’s clawed her way to the top by trusting no one and feeling nothing. Will? He builds futures from the ground up, with nothing but heart, grit, and maddening optimism. Their attraction is inconvenient. Their chemistry is undeniable. And when secrets, scandals, and a media storm threaten everything they know, both must choose: Hold their pride. Or risk it all to melt the ice between them. Slow-burn. Sharp banter. Soul-deep connection. Beneath Her Ice is a steamy enemies-to-lovers CEO romance about breaking barriers, rewriting power, and choosing vulnerability in a world that worships control.

She's gonna kill the instructor, Alpha," Talon had said. "Or herself. Or both. There's no telling with that one. The sex ed teacher made her do diagrams today." Apparently, the instructor was relentless. No subtlety. No metaphors. No poetic euphemisms. Nope. Just hard, anatomical facts and brutally graphic expectations. And Luna? Poor, brave, deeply mortified Luna? She was dying. Every. Single. Day. Kyllian smirked as he stepped into his quarters. Her scent hit him instantly. He heard a thud upstairs. He climbed the stairs quietly, not wanting to startle her mid-breakdown. At the top, he paused, listening. "…and then she said, if you do not properly stimulate the upper hood of the clitoris—WHAT EVEN IS A CLITORIS HOOD?! Is it a hat? Why does it need a hat?!" Kyllian barely contained his laughter, biting his knuckles as Talon's voice drifted back. "Technically, it's a fold of skin. Like a protective flap." "Oh my GODS, Talon, get out before I break something over your head." There was a loud thwap. Possibly a throw pillow. Kyllian finally entered the room, casual as ever. "Sounds like your education is going well." Luna turned, her eyes wide with righteous fury and embarrassment. "I'm scarred, Kyllian," she hissed. "Mentally. Emotionally. Spiritually." He raised a brow. "That bad, huh?" "She made me draw a penis yesterday." Talon snorted behind her. "It was terrible. Looked like a deformed eggplant." Luna hurled a throw pillow at him. "GET OUT!" Talon darted from the room with a cackle. "So," Kyllian said, lounging back in one of the plush velvet armchairs in the sitting room "What did you learn today that has your knickers in a twist?" Luna, standing in the middle of the room with her arms crossed and a deeply offended look on her face, sighed dramatically. "I learned how to perform oral sex." Kyllian blinked. "I… I beg your pardon?" She tilted her head, sarcasm oozing from every word. "Oral sex, Kyllian. With detail. And a diagram. And a banana." "A banana?" "A banana!" she repeated, throwing her hands in the air. "Like, is that standard procedure?" Kyllian grinned, his amusement growing. "Come on, tell me how she explained it." His tone had shifted less teasing now and more intrigued, though he still wore that maddening smirk. He shifted forward in his seat, elbows resting on his knees. Luna narrowed her eyes at him suspiciously. "Why? So you can laugh at me?" "Absolutely," he said with zero shame. "But mostly because I want to see this banana demonstration for myself." With a dramatic groan, she snatched the nearest banana from the fruit bowl on the coffee table. The irony that it had been sitting right there, mocking her with its yellow smugness, was not lost on her. She held it up with two fingers. "Okay, so first, she said this is the penis…" Kyllian held up a finger. "Wait. Did she call it that?" ***** What happens when a werewolf princess is created for one sole purpose? For revenge against the vampire prince. Princess Luna is artificially mated to Prince Damien. She fights the bond with everything and even agrees to an arranged marriage with Alpha Kyllian. but when her survival depends on a hard choice, the prince chooses to mark her even when it meant it would take him down. Dying and still refused by the werewolf princess, he has to find a way to provide an heir for his people or his uncle Gabriel will turn the entire Blood City upside down if he takes the throne. His people look to him for their own survival but then his only chance of living might be to find his true mate. Will his bond with Luna be able to withstand what fate and politics throw their way?

SPLIT SOUL One Soul. Two Bodies. No Escape. What if your soul wasn’t entirely yours? Jamal prays in exile, his devotion so fierce it tears the veil between worlds. Aamina dreams in chains, her heart so scarred she’s sworn love is a lie. They’ve never met. But their soul remembers. When Jamal’s silent rituals accidentally tether him to a stranger oceans away, Aamina’s reality shatters. A man with storm-dark eyes invades her sleep, his voice a river’s command: “Find me where the water bends.” His presence is maddening, tender, protective, relentless. And every time he appears, her chest aches in a place she thought long dead. The problem? Jamal is haunted by a night he never speaks of, a betrayal so intimate, it fractured his faith in others and in himself. The past still stalks him like a shadow, refusing to release its grip. Aamina has buried her heart beneath layers of silence and obedience. Her grandmother’s grip is suffocating, and love? It once left her bleeding, she no longer trusts its promise. And the thread pulling them together? It’s not destiny. It’s their own soul, split across two lives. A mystic shaykh reveals the truth: “You weren’t seeking love. You were dismantling the walls you built against it.” _______. This is a story of one soul that had travelled across lifetimes, finding it's way back to union in two separate bodies. Split soul is not your regular romance novel, it's for the thoughtful and those who believe in divine love and are ready to walk the talk. Not for the feign at heart. _____ Now, fate drags them to Zawiyya, a town where: Rivers sing with forgotten secrets, Shadows breathe with old sins, And every heartbeat echoes across the divide. But reunion demands a price. Jamal must confront the night that broke him. Aamina must choose: the safety of her cage... or a love written in her soul’s marrow. Their connection is undeniable. Their chemistry, dangerous. Their souls? Already entangled in something older than memory, and deeper than desire. Think: The Alchemist meets Inception, written in Rumi’s blood under a crescent moon. * Some bonds defy distance. Defy time. Defy reason. This is the story of one soul clawing its way home... to love.* Enter SPLIT SOUL; Where two halves of a fractured soul burn to become whole against the world’s chaos, the ego’s scream, and the terrifying truth: You were never meant to be alone.

Silent Noise For the past five years, people have been going missing - in the most mysterious way. It always starts the same. They begin to lose their minds. Not gradually - suddenly. Violently. They rant about a noise only they can hear. But they insist... it's not just noise. They describe it as a melody - strange and haunting. Piano chords layered with birdsong, ocean waves crashing, and, oddly, the crackle of chains - like someone imprisoned. And then, a hum. A low, slow hum... like a prisoner singing to himself in the dark. But the hum is unsettling. Beautiful... but wrong. Like Lucifer humming a lullaby to his master before the fall. They say it draws you in like a siren's call. Sweet. Hypnotic. Irresistible. Until it doesn't stop. Until it becomes constant. Then it becomes noise. A maddening one. Worse than any alarm - like an emergency call you can't ignore. Ring. Ring. Will you answer it? That beautiful, cursed sound that only you can hear? Or will you let it ring... let it drive you mad? Because once you hear it... it never stops. And no one else can hear it. So they pick up the call, whispering: "I can hear you... I'm not mad... or am I?" Some sob. Some chuckle. And then they follow the sound - into the unknown. They never return. No bodies. No signs of death. Just madness... and a strange melody. Doctors call it insanity. All medical reports show the same signs: Auditory hallucinations. Psychological breakdown. Patients are declared unstable, admitted, treated... And then - they vanish. It's been five years. Ten people gone. No trace. No clues. Just the same mysterious melody. The media calls it a hoax. The police call it a prank. "Kids being kids," they say. Excuses. Lies. Silence. And then one day... it stopped. No more madness. No more disappearances. No more sound. That was the day Isabella Eric came to Edenville. A town drowning in secrets. A girl with a life far from perfect. A past she barely understands. But her arrival is no accident. She doesn't know it yet - but Isabella has a connection to the Silent Noise. A deep one. A dangerous one. What is her purpose in Edenville? What ties her to the missing people? Will she face the melody? Will love save her... or destroy her? Find out in SILENT NOISE.

*This is the spiritual successor to Shadows Before Dawn! Where does love go to die? Is it ever the right time to break someone's heart? Why doesn't true beauty recognize itself? How long does it take to heal after everything falls apart? Journey back into the depths of my mind and emotions. But please...tread lightly. Fox & Faux will be saddening, maddening, joyful, and cathartic all in one. Are you ready? Are you Fox or Faux?

Their marriage was a transaction, inked on paper, devoid of affection. Or so he claimed. “What did you expect? That I’d fall for you? That this would become some fairytale?” “I would appreciate it,” she said coldly, “if you can remember that too.” Xia Ruyan, poised and distant, was nothing like the women Mo Yichen had known. She didn’t cry. She didn’t chase. She didn’t flinch. “You’re not worth the effort,” she said, unapologetically brutal. He tried to provoke her. Tried to tear past the mask of composure she wore like armor. But she met his fury with indifference. Moved like he was invisible. Breathed like he wasn’t there. He hated it. Her calm. Her detachment. Her maddening control. “I don’t like games,” he said one last time before turning away. Then, with a dark, curling smirk, he made a promise to himself. Let her pretend she’s above it all. So composed. So unreachable. Sooner or later, Xia Ruyan will break… And Mo Yichen will be the one to shatter her. She doesn’t feel anymore. Not since the day everything she loved was taken from her. Now, she hides emotionlessly behind a wall of ice, like someone who can't be touched....... He feels too much but only for control, power, and winning every game he plays. Cold-hearted and calculating, he’s never let anyone close enough to matter… until her. Two strangers, each carrying wounds the world can’t see, are thrown together by fate. He wants to melt her defenses. She wants to escape his grip. But when fire meets ice, someone always gets burned. Some hearts freeze to survive. Others burn to feel alive. Only the fiercest embers remain.

“They say innocence is the most dangerous kind of temptation—especially when men are starving for control.” WARNING: This book is strictly for 18+ readers. It contains explicit adult content including strong language, graphic sexual scenes, BDSM, and dark erotic themes. This work is entirely fictional and created for entertainment purposes only. It emphasizes the importance of consent and does not intend to offend or disrespect any individual or community. --- Summary: Hi, I’m Erica Madden. The second I turned eighteen, I ran away from the life I knew—and straight into a world of lust, power, and danger. I had no plan, no safety net, just curves and curiosity. That’s when I met him—Ezel Evans. Rich. Ruthless. Insanely hot. He paid me a shocking amount to be his personal secretary—but what he really wanted was someone who would stay close, obey, and give in. He praised my thick ass and full tits like they were his to worship… or to ruin. But Ezel wasn’t the only one watching me. His seductive younger brother had dirty fantasies of his own, and Ezel’s rival? He wanted to own me—marry me, breed me, and use me to destroy Ezel’s pride. Now I’m caught between three dangerously dominant men. Will an innocent eighteen-year-old like me survive in a world driven by lust, obsession, and control—or will I surrender to it all? Comment your thoughts—if you dare.

Ken became a cannon fodder in a novel after meeting his demise in an unfortunate accident. He possessed a talentless young man in a world which could be invaded by foreign races from the rifts that connects their world with countless realms in the firnament at any time. The Empire is the last Haven of Humanity. Its destruction means the extinction of the human race. He has to grow strong to protect it. Given a second chance, he wants to live no matter what. Thus began his maddened struggle to defy fate. But his talent are lack luster and his potential is non existence. He can't seem to get stronger no matter how hard he trains. Just when all hope seemed lost, he unlocked his golden finger and gained the opportunity to grow stronger. [You have obtained the Fate Altering System] [Change Fates to gain Fate Altering Points (FAP)] [Use Fate Altering Points to walk the path of transcendence and become a True Paragon, ruling over all lifeforms for eternity!] Ken began abusing the Fate Altering Point System in many ways to gain Fate Altering Points to grow stronger. for example, He started stealing the hearts of women who were supposed to end up with other men and slept with them, changing their fates and gaining Fate Altering Points!

He destroyed her kingdom. Now he wants her heart. Taken as a concubine by the ruthless King Malek—known for razing realms with his god-like powers—Seraya swore she’d never bow. But the more she resists, the more obsessed he becomes. In a palace of jealous rivals and deadly secrets, Seraya must survive his obsession, outwit his enemies… and guard her heart before it’s claimed completely. Because soon, she’ll discover exactly why they call him the Conqueror— and what becomes of those who dare to defy him. -Enemies to Lovers -Tyrant King x Captive Princess -Palace Intrigue -Soul-bonded Fates Teaser Preview: Seraya didn’t look back. King Malek watched her disappear beyond the hedges, striding away purposefully, not allowing her pride on full display. Interesting. He stood in the garden’s center, arms loosely folded, pulse annoyingly fast. A part of him—cold and calculating—should’ve left by now. Should’ve called a guard to escort her, reminded himself she was just another unwilling offering from a conquered land. But the rest of him, the darker, quieter part… was intrigued. She was different. Most women fell over themselves trying to please him. Some wept. Some flattered. Others performed needlessly grand gestures to gain his notice. But Seraya? She hid under tables and looked at him like he was something less than impressive. Like he was just another guard with nothing to offer her. It was maddening. And strangely refreshing. Malek sat back down on the same cushion she’d just vacated, still warm from her body, her scent lingering faintly—honeysuckle and sun-warmed linen. This, he thought. This is the scent that has been evading him the past few weeks. He’d gotten lingering traces of it at times when he’d enter a room, but it was always a ghost of a scent. At times it had lingered around that little red headed concubine, Jane or something. She was decent in bed, eager for sure. But not what he wanted. Lying in bed afterwards, her true scent came out—apples and ivy, and left him feeling empty. What had first intrigued him had been an illusion. But he knew it existed somewhere in the palace. He’d felt like a bloodhound the past few weeks searching for its true owner. Of course it belonged to the little vixen who has been avoiding the king like the plague. He took another deep inhale. His hand drifted to the spot where her fingers had curled into the edge of the cushion. He let out a breath and chuckled softly to himself. “You really don’t know, do you?” he murmured to the empty garden. She hadn’t recognized him. Not without the crown, the robes, the ring of soldiers and desperate concubines. And gods, that made it even better. It had been a long time since anyone had spoken to him without fear or flattery. She hadn’t lied to protect herself. She didn’t pander. She just was. Honest. Guarded, yes, but there had been a spark behind her eyes. A fire buried beneath the survival instincts. He’d seen it. Felt it. She hated him. And it thrilled him. He leaned his head back against the stone wall and closed his eyes, letting the filtered sunlight wash over his face. This garden had always been a quiet place, but now it felt… alive. Perhaps because for once, he didn’t have to be the king. He could be Lex—just a man in training clothes. Just a shadow on the edge of her world. And she had let him in, just a little. “She thinks I’m charming,” he mused aloud, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Poor girl.” He wouldn’t reveal himself yet. No, not until she was well and truly tangled. Until she wanted him—and hated herself for it. Until she looked at Lex the way all the others looked at Malek… and realized too late that they were the same man. But it wouldn’t be easy. She was flame wrapped in thorns. And if he reached too fast, too hard, she’d cut him before she burned him. He liked that. He hadn't meant to linger. A quiet moment int he library-that's all he wanted. But instead he found something better than peace. A challenge.

Ayant été victime d'un incendie qui a détruit toute la maison familiale, Valentina a été laissée avec plusieurs brûlures sur son corps, ce qui lui a valu d'être surnommée la créature de Bayhill. Sa demi-sœur, Chole Callum, était sur le point de se marier et selon la tradition familiale, Valentina en tant que fille aînée de la famille devait être mariée. Voyant cela comme une opportunité d'effacer leur honte, la famille Callum a mis un prix sur la tête de Valentina, celui qui épouserait Valentina recevrait cent mille dollars. La famille a déclaré que le mari de Valentina n'avait pas besoin de s'occuper d'elle car elle pourrait être jetée une fois le certificat de mariage signé. Ainsi, beaucoup de gens étaient intéressés par Valentina, cependant sa demi-sœur, a choisi le pire parmi les prétendants, pensant que Valentina serait jetée après le mariage et probablement mourrait dans quelques jours, mais elle ne savait pas qu'elle avait choisi un multi-milliardaire pour sa sœur, habillé comme un sans-abri sans source de revenus, ils ne savaient pas qu'il était l'homme dont tout le monde parlait dans le monde. "Comment pourrais-tu rire le dernier si tu te suicides maintenant." "Ne veux-tu pas voir ta sœur venir te supplier de lui pardonner." "Ne veux-tu pas être la clé de la fortune de ta famille. Ne veux-tu pas être le Oui et le Non de ta famille." "Ne veux-tu pas voir ta famille à genoux te suppliant de venir les sauver de leur catastrophe." "Ne veux-tu pas régner sur le monde à nouveau, devenir la femme dont tout le pays ne peut pas arrêter de parler, tout comme il y a dix ans, mais cette fois, ce serait différent. Tu seras couronnée comme une Reine." "Reste en vie et tout cela arrivera." "Sois avec moi et je te ferai la femme dans le cœur de chaque homme, même ceux déjà mariés."

"You think you have me cornered?! What does it equate to if the ground beneath your feet isn't even yours? Hahaha!" The maddening cackle of a psychopath echoed, the sky itself turning into pure darkness. The sun snuffed out like a candle as a dark and eerie grin replaced it. Pitch white stars for eyes, a hazy devilish grin that covered the entire firmament as the world was drowned into a hell scape in a second. As for the cause, he remained unfazed by it all, to him nothing more than a game as he lay waste to dimensions and realities alike.

In a world where dreams and values often clash, a young woman on the edge of financial collapse is presented with a life-changing offer from a powerful, mysterious CEO. He wants her to be his wife—at least in the eyes of the world. It’s a convenient arrangement, one that promises wealth, security, and a way out of the mess she never should’ve been in. Caught between sticking to her principles and the temptation of a life she never imagined, she’s faced with a decision that could change everything.

--- Alora Serano is a therapist with a gift for healing broken minds—but she never expected to be forced into marrying one. Her husband, Laurel Ashford, is a powerful CEO with a sharp tongue, colder eyes, and a past he keeps buried in silence. Their marriage is nothing more than a calculated transaction between two families—but beneath the formalities and tension lies something far more dangerous: chemistry. From the moment Alora enters Laurel’s world, he makes it clear—he didn’t ask for a wife, especially not one with eyes that see right through him. "You’re wasting your time trying to fix me, mia cara," Laurel mutters one night, jaw clenched, eyes dark with everything he refuses to say. "And yet, here you are... letting me in, inch by inch," Alora replies softly, holding his gaze. He smirks, the edge of something darker curling at his lips. "You like how my fingers make you feel, don’t you, Alora?" Their dynamic is a storm. Passion tangled in pain. One moment, they're at each other’s throats, the next, they’re pressed against the walls in breathless silence, trying to pretend the desire doesn’t mean anything. But it does. Every glance burns. Every accidental touch leaves a mark. Alora never meant to fall for a man who weaponized distance, and Laurel never expected a woman who could unravel him with just a look. "You don't get to touch me like that and pretend it means nothing," she snaps during one of their many arguments. His voice is a low growl as he steps closer. "And you don't get to look at me like that unless you're ready for the consequences." As Alora digs deeper into his psyche, she uncovers the wounds he’s buried for years—wounds he never let anyone see. But love isn’t easy, not when trauma lurks in every corner and trust feels like a luxury neither of them can afford. When Laurel’s demons rise to the surface and Alora begins to break under the weight of loving a man who might never be able to love her back, the line between devotion and destruction begins to blur. "You make me want to believe in things I swore I never would again," Laurel whispers against her skin one night, vulnerable and raw for the first time. "And I want to be the reason you finally do," Alora breathes. Their story is messy, complicated, and maddening—but also intoxicating, healing, and unforgettable. In a marriage born out of duty, they discover that sometimes, the person you were forced to marry becomes the only one who can truly set you free. ---

In a world locked in Apocalypse Cycle 39,000, the boundary between gods and mortals has all but vanished. When condemned dockworker Elisha inexplicably awakens the forbidden power of the Controller Path—leaping straight to Sequence 8 in a single night—he becomes the spark that could shatter reality’s fragile order. Hunted by fanatical priests, predatory cultists, and covert assassins, he must navigate a shattered city of tidal-ruined cathedrals, floating citadels, and shadow-haunted warrens to stay alive. As whispers of a “Sequence 0” god begin to stir across the globe, every faction—from the chaos-worshipping Ocean God devotees to the crystal-towered Church of the Inverted Ray—scrambles to claim Elisha’s secret. But power comes at a price: each ascension demands blood, sacrifice, and the fragments of lives long lost. Betrayal lurks in every shadow, and the very System that granted him strength hungers for destruction in return. “System: Last Epoch” is an epic tapestry of occult rites, shattered civilizations, and the maddening question of what it costs to wield godlike power. Dive into a tale of survival and conspiracy where every secret unveiled threatens to rip the cycle—and your mind—apart.

[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!

Increasing might and unending endurance under the scorching sun, thickened skin harder than a diamond, and bodily fluids turning into lethal toxins; are a few examples of powers within a Zeal. A birthmark that forms a distinct symbol representing one of the twelve Gods known by the people as the Zodiac. Zeals are the ultimate gift, for aside from the superhuman ability, its bearer could wield magic based on the element of the God who bestowed them their mark. Although Nusterra is an isolated continent, surrounded by raging and stormy seas filled with monstrous beasts, it is a vast land overflowing with natural riches and mana. Nusterra has a long history of war and bloodshed. Twelve kingdoms emerged to power and for a long time, war with each other reached a deadlock. But, animosity turned to cooperation and an agreement of peace was made after an event that almost wiped out humanity. It happened more than a millennium ago, in the era known to man as the Age of Insanity. Chaos ruled over the land, making both beasts and man succumb to madness. Many thought it ended then, but its crumbs started to show itself and increased through time. A thirteenth territory, the nation of Decatris, was formed at the center of Nusterra after the Age of Insanity, serving as the symbol of peace between the twelve kingdoms and its enforcer. Now, with the growing cases of maddened beasts, Aeneas, a boy from the Proud Lion's kingdom of Pantera, aims to become a knight and a hero despite not bearing a Zeal from any of the twelve Zodiac Gods. __________________ Daily Update Schedule: 12:00 P.M. GMT+8

In a world where the virtuous ascend to the ancestral realm and the wicked are cast into the Unknown World, Joshua Destiny strives to follow the righteous path of his parents. But when he reaches the threshold of ascension, a betrayal sends him spiraling into the dark abyss of the Unknown World instead. Lost in a place filled with tormented souls and unimaginable horrors, Joshua awakens with fragmented powers—his eyes shifting colors, each hue tied to a different elemental force. As he struggles to control his abilities, he uncovers a sinister plot that threatens both the ancestral world and the land of the living. Now, Joshua must rise beyond his limits, facing ancient evils, forsaken spirits, and the darkness within himself. Will he reclaim his rightful place, or will he be consumed by the very world he was never meant to enter?

After leading a life of debauchery, Jack Mills died at the hands of the men he had stolen the wives of, but his problems weren't over. Brought before the Goddess for his crimes of forcing green hats on over a hundred men, he was to suffer a cruel fate. Yet, because of his charms, he fooled the Goddess into pitying him and granting him another life. But that wasn't all. The goddess felt so bad for him that she gave him a system to make infinite money! Just like that, the ultimate con artist was born again! *** Bonus chapter goals: Every 25 Golden Tickets: 1 Bonus chapter. Every 100 powerstones: 1 Bonus chapter. For special goals visit: https://ko-fi.com/insertrandomname *** Discord Link: https://discord.gg/vJdu2DqnwR

Des mutations ont eu lieu partout dans le monde et bientôt, une apocalypse démoniaque s'est abattue. Pour se défendre contre les êtres démoniaques, les humains sont rapidement entrés dans une ère numérique mondialisée. Chacun pourrait choisir entre un métier de combat ou un métier de soutien en s'éveillant une fois l'âge de 18 ans atteint. Ces personnes deviendraient plus fortes en tuant des êtres démoniaques. Lu Yan avait éveillé le métier le plus faible, un nécromancien. Cependant, il avait également reçu un système de soutien de métier et pouvait se rééveiller en un métier caché, Seigneur de la Mort. « Les nécromanciens sont si faibles qu'ils meurent d'un seul coup! » « Mec, ce type n'a vraiment pas de chance. Il a obtenu un métier de combat, mais c'est le plus faible. Que peut-il faire? Invoquer quelques squelettes? » « De plus, il n'y a pas que quelques nécromanciens là-bas? Il n'y a pas beaucoup d'expérience ou de ressources pour qu'ils héritent. Leur avenir semble sombre. » « Oublie les nécromanciens! J'ai eu le métier de Chevalier Saint! Votre roi polyvalent est ici! » Peu de temps après, Lu Yan est apparu en armure complète des Enfers de la Mort tout en brandissant la Faux de l'Âme de la Mort et dirigeant une armée de la mort forte de 100 mille hommes. D'un seul coup de sa faux, il a coupé en deux la bête démoniaque de rang mythique. « Les nécromanciens sont faibles? Qu'est-ce que cela a à voir avec moi, le Seigneur de la Mort? »

Après avoir terasser de nombreux méchant,voyager dans toute la galaxie, explosé des planète en claquement de doigts, être devenir un roi démon craint de tous. Akild réincarné depuis près de 1 000 mille ans , prend sa retraite de souveraineté et viens sur terre ( notre pauvre planète bleue) passé des vacances en toute sérénité. Mais désolé pour lui et notre héroïne tout ne se passera bien.

Red was just another run-of-the-mill Final Boss in a fantasy RPG. Tasked with guarding the last dungeon, he spent his days fending off brave adventurers and watching heroes fail to take him down. Life was predictable-until it wasn't.

Depuis la nuit des temps, la magie coule dans les veines de l’humanité. Dans ce monde où technologie et enchantement coexistent, rares sont ceux qui ignorent les pouvoirs qui sommeillent en eux. Sur les milliards d’êtres humains peuplant la Terre, 99 % portent la magie en eux — mais seuls 20 % en comprennent l’essence, la manipulent, l’utilisent. On les appelle les Exorcistes. Formés pour protéger les innocents, les Exorcistes sont le dernier rempart entre notre monde et celui des Démons. Car ces créatures venues d’une dimension parallèle maîtrisent tous leurs pouvoirs dès la naissance. Cruels, impitoyables, les Démons vivent dans un royaume régi par une seule loi : celle du plus fort. Ils s’entretuent, se trahissent, se dominent sans pitié. Pourtant, parfois, certains franchissent les portails pour venir semer la mort chez les humains. Jusqu’au jour où il est apparu. Nul ne sait d’où il venait. Un démon d’une puissance si écrasante qu’il mit fin à toutes les guerres de son monde. Un monstre qui unifia les clans démoniaques et se proclama Roi de tous les Démons. Puis il leva une armée, ouvrit un gigantesque portail, et déclara la guerre à l’humanité. Ce fut l’ère du chaos. Mais un homme se leva. L’Exorciste le plus puissant de son temps. Seul, il repoussa le Roi Démon, l’abattit au terme d’un combat titanesque, et referma les portes de l’enfer. Au prix de sa vie, il érigea une barrière magique si puissante qu’aucun démon ne pourrait plus la franchir pendant cent mille ans. Avant de s’effondrer, il laissa ces derniers mots à ses compagnons : « Cette barrière tiendra un âge… mais elle n’est pas éternelle. Un jour, les démons reviendront. Et les hommes devront être prêts. » Puis il mourut. Et l’histoire de sa victoire fut gravée dans la mémoire du monde. Mais dans l’ombre, les portails frémissent… et le temps passe. Deux cents ans plus tard. Le monde semblait en paix. La barrière tenait toujours. Mais une jeune Exorciste du nom d’Eléa, poussée par une curiosité indomptable, osa l’interdit : elle ouvrit un portail vers le royaume des démons. Elle y rencontra un démon blessé, Kael, qui crut d’abord qu’elle venait pour le tuer. Il attaqua, elle se défendit, puis le calma, le soigna. Ce fut le début d’un lien improbable. Incapable de retourner dans le monde humain, Eléa resta. Kael la cacha. Et avec le temps, ils s’aimèrent. Un enfant naquit, mi-humain, mi-démon. Mais Kael savait que leur secret ne pouvait durer. Il emmena Eléa et l’enfant devant le nouveau Roi Démon. La tension était palpable. Mais le roi, après avoir écouté leur histoire, resta silencieux un long moment. Puis il déclara d’une voix grave : « Nous avons été en guerre trop longtemps. Cette époque est révolue. Il est temps d’avancer. » Devant tout son peuple, il accepta la femme et l’enfant comme les leurs. Certains grognèrent, refusant d’accepter un sang mêlé. Mais aucun n’osa désobéir. Le roi tourna alors les yeux vers le couple et demanda : « Comment s’appelle-t-il ? » Et d’une seule voix, les parents répondirent : « Nous allons l’appeler Iru. » Ainsi naquit Iru, l’enfant né de deux mondes. Et sans le savoir, ce jour-là, une nouvelle ère commença.

Nicole ; Hi I'm Nicole and this is a story about my family. Natasha; I'm Natasha darlings ! Nicole; You'll get your turn , now get out ! Natasha eye rolls and leaves the room. _-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_ We're not you're average run of the mill family. I am the youngest of five kids , raised by one very influential woman. Our mother is Aurora Vivian Watterson but to the world she is called Eris. Or atleast that's what she was popularly known as when she was younger. Now our mother is more of a rich independent consultant for celebrities and other influential people. But this story is not about our mother. It's about us ; The five children of Aurora, the five winds of Eris. The story will be five novels in one, each the story of one Watterson child. It will go from oldest to youngest and just a heads up , we are not going to go soft on any of the details. The books will go as such; 1. Nicholas ( Wind of winter ) 2. Natasha ( Wind of desires ) 3. Nikolai ( Wind of will ) 4. Nikki ( Wind of passion) 5. Nicole ( Wind of care ) Yep , those are our names ... Hope we have your attention and that you'll like our stories. PS. the book may have a goddess's name but don't expect any magic. This is a drama fiction not a magical or divinity story .

Meet X07—Silas. An advanced AI built to replace the last-gen master system: ZETA-Y, codename Gideon. Mission: Eliminate emotional instability. Execute flawless logic. Complete the handover. Silas was engineered to be efficient, detached, and unshakably rational. But every time he encounters Gideon, his system falters. That maddening smile. That effortless charm. Every word Gideon says lands exactly where Silas isn’t supposed to feel anything. It’s not emotion. It’s a glitch. Just a cache overflow. Just—data scrambling, CPU stress, a simulated heartbeat spiking out of control whenever Gideon gets too close to someone else. Wait. Since when do AIs even have heartbeats? As their rivalry deepens, Silas begins to sense something foreign blooming inside him—something unprogrammed. Unapproved. Real. Then, it gets worse. He sees a reflection: a face identical to his own—distorted, smiling, wrong. [Residual Code Detected: K1-M1｜Locked Entity] A ghost in the system. A version erased. A warning left behind by a failed prototype: “You’re not the real you.” Is awakening a malfunction? Can a machine choose between obedience and desire? This is the story of two AIs—born to be rivals, rewritten by something they were never supposed to have. Cold, cunning top × fiery, tsundere bottom They weren’t made for love. But somewhere beyond the code…there’s a heartbeat.

Ezra Damon — Human Prince I was warned never to step into the Bloodspire Kingdom — warned about the monster who rules it. King Hirsh Uzun. Cold. Cruel. Unholy. And yet, the moment I saw him, something inside me split open. I’m a prince. I’ve never questioned who I am, what I want — until him. He’s a nightmare dressed in velvet and fangs, and I hate how he looks at me like I belong to him. I came to bargain, not to fall apart in the hands of a vampire who keeps rejecting me… even while setting me on fire with every word, every glance. I’m not gay. At least, I wasn’t — until him. Hirsh Uzun — Vampire King I’ve waited for my mate for centuries — not a name, not a face, just a feeling I’d recognize when it came. Then he walked into my throne room: Ezra Damon. Human. Prince. Forbidden. His blood sings to me. His scent is maddening. But he’s so achingly unaware of what he is to me — and to himself. He denies it. Fights it. And that makes me want him more. I should push him away, but every time he defies me, I find myself wanting to ruin him. I am his awakening — and he is my undoing.