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#maturecontent #smut #omegaverse #darkromance A mad scientist with a god complex or an arrogant possessive CEO? The best friend from your childhood or your first love from college? Which to choose? Which to escape from? I was supposed to inherit Parliament. Instead, my father sold me to men with power complexes, bloodstained secrets, and a disturbing obsession with omega biology. Apparently, my body produces deadly flowers and my blood can end alpha supremacy. Which is great news if you’re a mad scientist, cult leader, or my terrifying ex. Did I mention my childhood best friend kissed me once and went into a coma? Anyway. I’m fine. Totally fine. Not spiraling. Definitely not developing morally confusing feelings for my captor. And absolutely not planning to burn this world down with more than a bad review on Yelp. #omegaverse, #darkromance, #toxicMLM, #possessivealphas, #politicalintrigue, #twistedlove.

"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!

Author: Lone Raut Synopsis (Narrated by Deadpool’s Chaotic Cousin Who Forgot to Take Their Meds): Alright, gather ‘round, folks! Let me spin you a tale so dark it’ll make your therapist retire. Picture this: Yours truly was just another fancy-pants “man of culture” on a serial killer’s hit list—because apparently, collecting rare books and quoting Nietzsche makes you a target. Who knew? (Spoiler alert: I died. Surprise!) But death? Nah, that’s just the opening act. Instead of sweet oblivion, I woke up knee-deep in Saint’s Odyssey—a fantasy novel I once tossed into my “dumpster fire of bad writing” pile. Think Game of Thrones meets Saw, but with more existential dread. And guess what? I’m not the dashing hero. Nope. I’m the guy the author conveniently labeled “Villain.” Cool, right? (Cue jazz hands.) But hold onto your chimichangas, because this “hero”? Oh, he’s a masterpiece of hypocrisy. Smiles like a Disney prince, stabs like a back-alley surgeon. His grand plan? Wipe out half the world because reasons. Classic hero logic! Meanwhile, the gods are upstairs chugging ambrosia and betting on our suffering. Adorable!!!. Well, newsflash, Olympus—I’m hijacking this plot. Reborn with a vendetta and a PhD in chaos, I’m not here to play nice. Rules? Burn ‘em. Heroes? Crush ‘em. World domination? Duh!. This ain’t a redemption arc; it’s a blood-soaked takeover tour. Think Machiavelli with a splash of Joker and a side of espresso. They call me ruthless? Damn right. I’ll out-scheme the schemers, out-betray the traitors, and maybe burn a kingdom or two for aesthetic. The hero thinks he’s pulling strings? Sweetheart, I’m the puppetmaster—and I just cut the threads. Every battle’s a chess move, every ally a pawn, and the board? Oh, it’s dripping in red. And hey, let’s laugh while we’re at it. Ever seen a “chosen one” trip over his own halo? Poetic. Ever roasted a god so hard they literally combust? (Working on it.) This world’s a joke, and I’m the punchline—delivered with a knife. So buckle up, buttercups. The script’s flipped, the crown’s mine, and if the heroes cry about “morals”? Tell ‘em to write a Yelp review. This villain’s rewriting destiny—one corpse at a time. TL;DR: Death was my warm-up. Now? I’m here to conquer, crack jokes, and maybe commit some light treason. World, meet your new overlord. Resistance is hilarious . Hahahahaaaaaaa!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (⁠・⁠∀⁠・⁠)

“What's done is done! Let's just forget it!” He said and acted nonchalantly, even though he was cowering in fear because something was telling him that the stranger in front of him didn't intend to let go. The man's frown increases and Hayden swears that the temperature in the room increases multiple times. After winning over his heart and stealing his first, this boy wanted to avoid responsibility, which made Zenos annoyed. “You want to run away from me?” He asked in annoyance, and suddenly Hayden found himself under the man without even knowing how. “I'm just…” Hayden wasn't able to finish his words before he was domineeringly kissed by the stranger. Zenos used his left hand to pin Hayden's hand on top of Hayden's head effortlessly. Hayden tried to struggle and blocked the stranger's tongue from dominating his mouth by pressing his lips against each other stubbornly, but the man unexpectedly bit Hayden's bottom lips, making Hayden yelp in pain. The man used that chance to clean all the taste of strawberries in Hayden's mouth, while his right hand continued to stroke Hayden's body wantonly. When Hayden was starting to go dizzy due to shortness of breath, he was released by the man's assault. He breathed in and out rapidly and thanked heaven for the chance to live again. “You can't run away from me… You are mine” Zenos growled into Hayden's neck possessively. Hayden felt a shiver run through his spine after hearing the stranger's words. His breath hitched as the man licked his earlobe and kissed his neck with extreme familiarity, domineeringly. “Mine,” the stranger proclaimed again. The stranger gave a low curse word and rolled off Hayden's shivering sensitive body, “I'll spare you because you're still in pain. You won't be as lucky next time” he said and lifted Hayden's chin to peck him one more time while Hayden stared dumbfounded. Cover isn't mine, found online My new bl novel is out: The Journey Of Chasing After The Transmigrated Straight Shou

"Mate," my wolf spoke loudly in my mind.  The smell hit me first. A smoky cedarwood, dark and heavy. My body reacted before my head even had a chance to process what was going on, and then I saw him. Alpha Elias Beaumont. He was tall, and handsome. His full dark hair made me feel bald and emerald eyes were sharper than the edge of a knife.  He stole the moment. The rest of the world went into oblivion. He was mine. I took one step closer and he retreated. The earth beneath my feet could have turned to liquid, it was that soft. Elias's face impossible to decipher, his jaw shut tight, his eyes burning with some feeling I had no notion how to classify. My wolf yelped in agony, but I held strong, muzzling my own breath into a level plane, waiting…waiting for him to speak. He felt it just like I did. I moved towards him, but he stopped me with his hand. "Don't," he warned.  And then, his words, individually like a blade, cutting through me. "I, Alpha Elias Beaumont of the Artemis Pack, deny you, Amara Kings, as my mate." ~ For eighteen years, Amara Kings has been nothing more than a ghost—a forgotten heir locked away in secrecy. On the night of her long-awaited debut, she senses her fated mate among the guests. But her dreams of love and freedom shatter when Alpha Elias Beaumont, the man destined to be hers, publicly rejects her and claims her sister, Kamla, instead. Betrayed and heartbroken, Amara swears Kamla will not get away with her deception. But when Kamla is found murdered that same night, all eyes turn to Amara. Branded a jealous killer, she is thrown into a nightmare of torture and humiliation at the hands of the mate who once denied her. But Amara is no ordinary wolf. As darkness rises and buried secrets unravel, she discovers a power within her that could reshape the entire werewolf world—or destroy it. With enemies lurking in the shadows, an obsessed Alpha vying for her heart, and Elias desperate for redemption, Amara must decide: will she seek vengeance, claim her rightful place, or carve a new destiny of her own? The truth was never meant to come to light. But now that it has, the world will never be the same.

Limping from what seemed to be possible for her, she tries to call out to guests in the room as her vision darkens from every step and second it takes. Balancing was to hard to manage making her lay down on the floor with her own pool of blood. Her mind spun in circles when noticing that the color she saw from the world was beginning to fade into a TV show that only black and grey were seen available. She emotionlessly smiled and collapsed on the floor as she hears shouts of terror from people making it the last sound she ever heard again. Her eyes closes shut when surprisingly, a voice is to be heard from her mind and as the voice spoke, she analyzed the voice as it seemed to be every voice in which games would normally count it as their guidance or a person who would be giving tutorials. Not knowing what to do with this voice, she calls out for it when the voice spoke a sentence that seemed to final and then a strong and horrible light appeared from her vision making her yelp in surprise. She hears the voice and turned to look at it but immediately catches on that it was not a person that was narrating it. She knew it was some sort of director. "Level 1, Skills added. Preparing for modification." The voice spoke out loud and clear. *** In a world where magic is real, find our Persephone Anderson's journey, she comes across allies, villains friends and romantic interests.

“Tell me to stop.” Nyra’s back hit the cold stone wall, breath stolen as Ares loomed over her, shirt half-torn, his fingers already wrapped tight around her throat—not enough to choke, just enough to make her feel owned. “I won’t,” she whispered, voice wrecked with anticipation. In a flash, her legs were around his waist, and his mouth crashed into hers—tongue demanding, desperate, dangerous. His cock, thick and hard, rubbed against the soaked heat between her thighs, dragging through her slick folds with agonizing slowness. “So fucking wet for a god you claim to hate.” He didn’t wait for her sass. One brutal thrust and he was inside—stretching her, splitting her open like a blade through silk. She gasped, nails digging into his shoulders. “Fuck—” “That’s right,” he growled into her neck. “Say it. Scream it. I want Olympus to hear what they’ll never touch.” He fucked her like she was his battlefield. Each thrust was war—slamming into her with punishing rhythm, her body clapping against stone as her moans turned to cries. Her orgasm hit fast, violent, hips jerking, thighs trembling. But he didn’t stop. He flipped her over, bent her against the altar, ripped what little fabric remained. He growled as he slid back in—deeper this time, rougher, his hand in her hair, the other on her hip, dragging her back to meet every ruthless thrust. “You think the gods want you?” Smack—his palm landed across her ass. She yelped. “They can beg. But your pussy’s mine now.” She whimpered, melting under his touch, her second climax already building.

"But sir," she protested weakly, her voice laced with lust, "I thought... I thought that was my punishment." Mr. Kapoor chuckled darkly, his hand coming down in a swift slap that made her yelp. "Shut up," he barked, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "You're going to get more than you bargained for." His hand traced the reddened marks on her skin, his fingers lingering on the most sensitive areas. Shreya felt a shiver of anticipation as she bent over the desk again, her legs spread wide. She could feel the cool air against her wet pussy, her thong now soaked with his juices. Mr. Kapoor stepped closer, his hand moving to the small of her back, pushing her down even further. "You liked that?" he murmured, his voice a seductive whisper. "Yes, sir," she replied, her voice a breathless pant. She couldn't believe the words that were coming out of her mouth, but she couldn't deny the truth of them. Every part of her was on fire, desperate for more of his touch. Mr. Kapoor's hand slid down her back, his fingers toying with the waistband of her skirt. "You've been a very naughty girl, Shreya," he murmured, his voice a dark caress. "I think it's time for a more... creative punishment." Shreya's heart skipped a beat as she felt something cold and hard press against her pussy. She glanced over her shoulder to see Mr. Kapoor holding a highlighter, the neon pink color glinting in the light. "What are you doing, sir?" she asked, her voice a tremble. "Punishing you," he replied, his voice a low, dark promise. "And I want to hear you beg for it." He pushed the highlighter inside her, the plastic sliding easily through her wetness. She gasped, her eyes widening in shock and pleasure. It was an unusual sensation, something she had never experienced before. Mr. Kapoor began to move the highlighter in and out of her, the friction sending waves of pleasure through her body. "Tell me, slut," he whispered, his voice thick with lust. "Does it feel good to have my highlighter in your cunt?" Shreya whimpered, unable to form coherent words. She had never felt anything like this before, the taboo nature of the act only heightening her arousal. "Y-yes, sir," she managed to stutter, her voice shaky. "It feels... it feels amazing." Mr. Kapoor chuckled, his hand moving the highlighter faster. "You're going to love what comes next"

A bloody war between the Werewolves and the Witches supported by the Demons.Clashes of swords, chants of spell,magics and black magic filled the atmosphere. The atmosphere was very tense, the air was filled with pressure,blood was painted everywhere, the scene was so terrifying. "The Alpha king has been killed" a voice shouted There were cheers among the Witches and Demons. The Werewolves empire has fallen, everyone dispersed. Queen Adriana (half witch and half human), the Luna queen, who had just put to bed a baby girl heard the death of her Mate , the Alpha king, Alexander.She ran to into a deep dark forest filled with fogs. She stopped abruptly when she had a footstep behind her, she turned slowly and saw a man in a black cloak - a demon. "W-w-who-who are you" she stuttered as she held her baby tightly across her chest. "Ha ha ha......I am your helper who is going to take all your sorrow away" the man answered sarcastically showing his yellowish green teeth. "What do you want"she asked summoning courage, "To kill all the royal blood of Alexander " the demon grinned evilly. "I will not let you hurt my child, demon!" she screamed holding her baby tightly. "Ha ha ha" he laughed "we'll see" he gave an evil smirked and moved closer to Queen Adriana . Queen Adriana remove a seal but before she could chant a spell the demon had already pricked her abdomen with the dagger. "Aarrghhh" she yelped in pain, she staggered backward and the man laughed hysterically. "Adriana!!!" Hera(a witch), Adriana childhood's friend who has been watching the whole scene screamed and ran to her. " Oh oh Hera" the man chuckled "Hera, he must not harm my child" Adriana said weakly holding her injured abdomen. Hera quickly took the seal and chant a spell. She point the seal at the demon. " You die today" Hera shouted and the demon laughed cynically. "That can't have an effect on me" the demon said. "Mesh mar la ba suropato" Adriana whispered. "It's a joy that you will die with your best friend today" the demon sneered. "Mesh mar la ba suropato!!!" Hera shouted pointing the seal at the demon as he tried to attack her. A light shone and the demon screamed turning into ashes. Hera helped Adriana to sit, rest her back on a tree and collected the baby. "Adriana........" Hera cried. "Hera" Adriana voice was barely heard, "why....why Hera" Adriana groaned. "I'm so sorry I couldn't do anything, the whole clan was manipulated by those Demons" "I tried to stop the coven but all my efforts yield nothing" Hera explained admist tears. "Hera promise me that you will keep my child safe" Adriana said. "She'll be safe " Hera promised " you need to live Adriana, you have to build back the Wolf Empire " she said and Adriana held her hand tightly. "My daughter will build the wolf empire, so she must survive" Adriana said as tears rolled down her cheek. Adriana touched the child and muttered so words, a light flickered and the gold hair and eyes of the child turned black. She had sealed her daughter's wolf power and scent. "Adriana....." "Take this, give her on her sixteenth birthday" Adriana said as she gave a gold locket to Hera "you know what this means" she smiled bitterly and Hera nodded. "Take care of Annabelle, she must survive"Adriana whispered as her eye lid close slowly. "Adriana!!!!!" "Please Adriana....." Hera cried.

Evanna’s world came crashing down the moment the physician gave her mother 6 months left to live. But after discovering a long, lost secret hidden by the elves, the sheltered and naïve princess sets off on a quest to find the one item that could change the hands of fate. In order to do this, she must come face to face with the Flori, the heartless and deadliest of the elven kingdoms. Her plan disintegrates when she is caught red-handed in the elven kingdom, where the penalty for even crossing over to their land is death. However, the princess soon finds herself to be the shiny new toy for the cold-hearted elven prince to play with; determined, she does what she must to survive. Will she be able to escape from his clutches and make it home in time to help her mother, or will she find herself falling deeper into the elven world he introduces her to? [ COMPLETED ] *** SNEAK PEAK *** [ MATURE CONTENT ] "Do you know what we do to thief's here, Evanna?" She placed her fork of meat down on the plate soundlessly, her attention still on the king. Evanna subconsciously held onto the knife still. "No, your highness," Evanna replied politely. The king glanced at the prince, and she followed his gaze. "We chop off their hands," The prince finished. Evanna watched and pulled her hand back in time for the prince's knife to slam into the table where her hand was placed. She gasped; another hand had been stabbed, sticking them to the wood. A loud yelp sounded from behind her. Within a flash, the prince stood up, pulled a sword out from his side, and swung it down on the man's wrist, dismembering the hand from his body. Blood squirted out and coated the table before her, along with her plate of food. The man fell back, wailing and holding his wrist. Evanna watched in shock as the guards came forwards and dragged him away. She looked back at the prince, who was wiping his blade with a handkerchief nonchalantly before sheathing it. Her attention was brought back to the king, who continued to eat as though nothing had happened. "Just remember that the next time you wish to steal from us." The king said lightly as he relaxed his cutlery and stared at Evanna, "You may be my son's new plaything, dressed up to look pretty, but do not fool yourself into thinking that he will release you once he is bored of you. You took something of great importance to him." ------------------- DISCLAIMER: *MATURE CONTENT* Graphic Violence Strong Language Sexual Content Attempted Rape ----------------- Book Cover Design: I own the book cover so please do not use it :) Artwork illustrated by @if.__art Graphic design done by @katielord.designs Both found on Instagram^^ ------------------- Support me on Instagram: @kelly_starrz or join me on discord where you can chat to me/ ask questions: Kelly_Starrz#5020 Discord server: https://discord.gg/MHMdRRqUYa --------------------

In a world where magic thrives and shadows linger, Changra Leville is a boy haunted by a fractured past. One moment, he’s navigating the mundane struggles of high school; the next, he’s thrust into a realm teetering on the edge of ruin. Armed with a mysterious crimson dagger that feeds on his emotions, Changra must confront a destiny he never asked for—one that could bring salvation or destruction. As whispers of forgotten gods and ancient prophecies surface, Changra discovers that the greatest battles are not always fought with steel, but within the heart. Will he rise to the challenge or be consumed by the darkness he fears most? Changra blinked as a small, green, fox-like creature with caterpillar legs padded toward him, its glowing tongue flicking the air. “What... even are you?” Changra asked, leaning back cautiously as it let out a melodic chirp. The creature tilted its head and chirped again, louder this time. It darted forward, brushing against his leg. “Okay, no. Boundaries! Haven’t you ever heard of personal space?” Changra yelped, stumbling back and nearly tripping over a glowing mushroom. The creature trilled happily, circling him with what seemed like the world's most confident caterpillar swagger. Changra sighed, rubbing his temples. Great. I’ve been here for less than a day, and I’m already the unofficial babysitter for alien fox bugs. Author's Note: Hi! This is going to be my first ever WebNovel. I'll take any suggestions, and eventually, I'll create a discord that everyone can chat up in and give ideas as the story goes on. This is a work of fiction that draws upon the idea of transportation into another world. This is a completely original story, with completely original characters. Chapters Released Every Other Day! (At the moment)

Growing up, Rose's father kept her isolated in a mansion-sized cage of gold. Forced to grow up quickly after she runs away from her home, Rose learns firsthand that there is a lot of speciesism between werewolves and humans. Still unable to shift, she finds a mate and is thrust into the elaborate world of werewolves, council meetings, and territory battles. Aries has a past he wants to be forgotten and when he happens to run into his mate he's forced to change his plans in order to keep her and his pack safe. His secrets slowly come out forcing Rose to question how someone so cruel can be destined for her. Love story aside and with adamant hate for the way werewolves treat humans, Rose will have to work with Aries to change the way the council runs things. ~Excerpt~ "You're not reacting?" I said confused. He raised an eyebrow but otherwise looked indifferent. "Am I supposed to," it was more of a statement than a question but his lack of a reaction made me realize he actually had no clue who I was. I frowned at him analyzing him for a long time before my lips spread thin into a goofy grin. I gave him the biggest smile, one that I haven't given to anyone in a long time. "Rosabella," I said stretching my arm out in front of us. He stared at my outstretched hand for what felt like forever before his large hand wrapped itself around my smaller one. "Aries," he seemed to be making his grip as light as possible. Almost as if he feared that anything tighter than that would break my smaller hand in his. I tilted my head confused. "Like the god of war?" I asked. His grip suddenly tighten which made me flinch and he quickly let go before looking away from me as if trying to avoid eye contact. "Sure," he said. I was about to ask another question when I heard someone ask a group of ladies not too far away from us, "Have any of you seen this girl?" The woman looked at the picture and then looked up in confusion just before her eyes met mine and recognition hit her face like a slap to the cheek. I knew immediately that I had been found. "Shit," I said just as Ares walked up to what I was assuming was his motorcycle. He put his helmet on and the guys speaking to the lady a few feet away turned around to look at where the lady pointed me out. I yelped and jumped on the back of Aries motorcycle hugging him from behind for dear life. "What are you doing?" "Drive!" I don't know if it was the panic in my voice or the fact that I was shaking uncontrollably but thankfully he didn't question me further. He instead, stepped on it and we were speeding through the town just before the men could react.

"I have to choose her" he declared. "You can't!! You have already promised me!!" she yelped. "It was all a lie. I want her only" Synopsis Vera Charlene, the concealed girlfriend of Zane Kingston. She remained hidden just to avoid any torment for dating nephew of most feared French mafia leader. However, her life fell apart as soon as she discovered the fact that her boyfriend dated her for fun and already had another woman to marry. Vera belted down alcohol like water at the club every night. Bawling out of control and spending her time in club mostly as a result of heartbreak. But one night, the information about the most feared French mafia leader finding for a wife permeated into her ears. She established drunkenly. Collecting every piece of her broken heart and walking straight up to the uncle of her ex, Ezra Kingston. And she said, "Marry me!"

"Who touched you?" he asked, his eyes brooding down at her and when she didn't answer, his voice thundered in the room, "WHO?" The butler who stood near the wall spoke shakily, "Sir, it was Mr. Reverale," Damien's face turned sour, his jaw ticking in anger he turned his face to the side where the butler stood behind. "Bring the man here." "N-now?" stuttered the butler. It was the time of night. Damien who hadn't broken his eye contact with the girl in front of him, pushed his hand against the wall which now rested beside his beautiful girl's head. Turning his body, he first looked at his butler who had his head bowed. With great courage, the butler came to meet his Master's eyes, "Do you have any other better time? Or should it be after I wring your neck?" Damien asked calmly tilting his head. Not a second later, the butler ran out of the room to return back with Mr. Reverale after twenty minutes. "Damien, are we having a late tea party?" Mr. Reverale came to greet but the master of the house had other plans. Spotting the knife that was stuck to the apple on the table, he reached for it to pull it out. Just as Mr. Reverale went to exchange a handshake with him, Damien took hold of his hand to place it on the table. In one swift movement as if he were chopping onions, he chopped the four fingers of the man off his hand making him yelp and cry in pain. "No one touches what is mine. I am sure this will remind you the next time you even think about touching her," sighed Damien as if he were tired of telling people to keep their dirty hands off his belongings. Meet Damien Quinn, a pureblooded vampire who is a complete narcissist, brash with his words and stingy even though he is rich who haggled when he bought a slave from the black market. On the other hand, meet Penelope who believes she is a 'guest' for a few days at the Quinn as she is intent on escaping from the odd vampire who needs therapy. ~ Discord: https://discord.gg/K63uVqN

Hong Yi, a battle-hardened squad leader, had seen his fair share of fighting. Alongside his comrades, he fought tooth and nail to protect the remnants of humanity in a dying world. But one brutal encounter took a terrible turn. Witnessing his entire squad fall before him, Hong Yi blacked out, the world fading into oblivion. When he awoke, everything had changed. Hong Yi found himself in a strange new reality, inhabiting an unfamiliar body. To his further shock, a strange system was now lodged in his brain. This bizarre world, he discovered, was governed by a social hierarchy – Alphas, Betas, and Omegas. Hong Yi, now had to mend broken family relations with along side with managing a company and saving his family from potential treats. In between fulfilling system's task, everything seemed to be fine until: As Hong Yi savored his meal, his mother dropped a bombshell. "A-Yi," she declared, "it's high time you gave me a grandchild!" Hong Yi choked, sputtering in surprise. "But Mom," he stammered, "I'm not even married!" A sly smile played on his mother's lips. "Who said you have to be married to have grandchildren?" she said, leaving Hong Yi utterly bewildered. *** "Brother Hong," a voice purred. Hong Yi looked up to see Yun Fei, a man with an overly flirtatious air, practically draped across his office desk. "You don't love me anymore," Yun Fei whined, batting his eyelashes dramatically. Hong Yi stared at him, completely bewildered. "Why won't you mark me?" Yun Fei pouted, inching closer and slipping into Hong Yi's lap. Before Hong Yi could even stammer out a response, Yun Fei pulled him in for a kiss. Hong Yi,: Let me speak *** Hong Yi felt a warm weight settle on his chest. Glancing down, he saw Yang Xu snuggled close, a contented smile on his face. A gurgling sound came from beside them – a baby nestled in a crib. "Alpha," Yang Xu murmured sleepily, "how many more kids do you want? Don't you think you've had enough already?" Hong Yi sputtered. "Me? You're asking me?" He gestured wildly at himself. Yang Xu, oblivious, simply placed the baby back in the crib before collapsing back onto Hong Yi. "It's fine," he mumbled, burying his face in Hong Yi's shoulder. "As you're my Alpha, I'm happy to comply with hubby's wishes and give you one more..." Hong Yi : no one is listening to me. *** Hong Yi flipped through a file, his brow furrowed in concentration, when a voice broke his focus. "Mr. Hong," Jing Hao started, a suggestive tone creeping into his voice, "what do you think of me?" Without looking up, Hong Yi replied, "Jing Hao, you're a valuable asset to the team. Hardworking, dedicated..." "But Mr. Hong," Jing Hao interrupted, throwing the file aside. He then proceeded to climb onto Hong Yi's lap, completely ignoring the startled yelp. "Being good isn't getting me anywhere. Especially not with you." Jing Hao began unbuttoning his shirt with a practiced ease. "Maybe," he continued in a husky whisper, leaning closer, "being a bad boy will finally get your attention." Before Hong Yi could even attempt to pry himself free, Jing Hao sealed his lips with a forceful kiss. Hong Yi: Can I at least get a word in? *** A loud clap echoed through the room. "Wow, Hong Yi," Yang He exclaimed, clapping his hands sarcastically, "what a loving family you have! You certainly know how to keep things lively." A dangerous glint flickered in his eyes. "But you promised me I'd be your only one," he growled, yanking Hong Yi closer by his tie. "What happened to those promises you made, huh?" Hong Yi : There's no point. No matter what I say, they won't listen. *** ML who is dense as brick wall when it comes to matters of love x MC who can't keep hands to themselves. warning: this is a blharem in omegaverse and story revolves around protagonist gong. And MC collects protagonist shous as ash collects his pokemon.

... I walked into the kitchen barefoot to have a drink of water, wearing only a pair of panties and my sleep shirt, a large t-shirt that reaches down to my knees. I uncapped the bottle of the chilled water to drink directly from it, only to someone clear their throat to notify me of their presence. Out of reflex, I turned rapidly and pour out the content of the bottle I was holding, almost emptying it at the intruder. The intruder —a male intruder to be specific —hissed in reaction to the cold effect of the chilled water, I was almost befuddled, because my brain was tricked by the exquisite beauty and handsomeness of this person, I mentally smacked my brain to think normally. I then tried screaming, but the person was quick to react, covering my mouth with the big palm of his hand, I was almost drooling, because of the close proximity and the cologne he was wearing was quite enticing, my next reaction was to kick him in the groin, which I succeeded to the point. The man toppled-over with a Yelp because of the pain he was in from my kick, I took an escape, practically flying my way up the stairs to my room, then locking the door behind me ... .......................... Leah Henderson ends up becoming roommate with her best-friend's stepbrother. Their first encounter as roomies wasn't conducive, especially for Peter O'Brien. Will they be able to put that behind them and become the best of roommates? How about their claims, that they are just roommates? is that actually what they are or they are more than that? Find out!

Clarisse was betrayed and dethroned as the pack's Luna! Everything went downhill for Clarisse the moment her husband’s Fated Mate arrived at their doorsteps. Dethroned from her position and poisoned to death, she was curiously reborn weeks earlier from her demise. Vowing to never make the same mistakes again, she made up her mind to divorce her husband and seek help. Luke Morgenstein, the Crown Prince she didn’t plan to team up with, was an enigma. He ignored her at first, then decided to help but insulted her. To add confusion to the problem, he even kissed her at their first meeting! The insult and the kiss didn’t bother her much, but why did her heart seem to explode every time she thought of him? Clarisse couldn’t get a hold of what Luke truly wanted with her, but his help was essential for her plans to move forward. She had no choice but to play along, for she planned to rise and defeat the other Luna that invaded her beloved pack— by becoming an Alpha herself! EXCERPT: “Who might you be and why are you here?” Clarisse did her best not to roll her eyes and said, “You called for me, Your Highness. Konrard said you changed your mind and decided to help?” “Clarisse Howlet?” “Yes,” she replied with her head bowed down. “Would you need any more assistance?” Luke shook his head and mumbled, “You smell…” “I what?!” Clarisse couldn’t believe he would insult her like that. She was wearing her most expensive designer perfume. She took hygiene with utmost diligence! The Crown Prince stood up from his hunched position and Clarisse yelped in surprise. Why was he butt naked underneath the blanket? Was he jerking off while he suddenly went into the rut phase? In a flash of seconds, Clarisse felt warm lips crash into hers.

Losing the soul pearl on Ashedore’s 1000th anniversary was not as painful as the killing of his mother, the queen, in cold blood. Filled with rage, Zale must set out of the four seas on a journey to retrieve the soul pearl and enact his revenge. What he wasn’t expecting was the beguiling turn of events that the human world would bring. Pearl, a lively young maiden in Noterra, with hidden powers is ostracized by her peers and lives a calm life with her parents. She comes across a handsome stranger in need of direction and as their paths continue to cross, she falls in love with him. However, she soon finds out that not all glitter brings good tidings. Along with his coming, her life is thrown into a chaotic and painful adventure, one more than she could ever imagine. Losing all she has ever loved, Pearl sticks to Zale and joins him on his mission. In the bid to get back the soul pearl, Zale and Pearl’s fate are entangled with love blooming and transcending amidst the clash of swords, betrayal, conspiracies and secrets. Left with a heritage that would change her fate, Zale’s painful revenge and a choice that endangers her very life, what decisions would Pearl make and what cruel fate awaits her for the choices made? ***Excerpt*** "Ah!" She yelped when she suddenly felt his body slide over her back and his semi-hard on land between her buttock cheeks.  Fear erupted inside her as he cast his shadow over her.  "Until when are you going to pretend and hide from me, my pearl?" His husky voice drew out close to her ear as he bit on top of her ear.  Instinctively she bit her lips, feeling pleasure beginning to rise in her body.  "Pearl." He licked the bite mark before kissing her neck, moving down to her shoulder and back, leaving small love bites in his wake.  Noticing she had failed to cover herself in front of him, she attempted to do so but stopped halfway and let her hands down when he gave his order. "Stop hiding from me. I want to see you and touch you." She exhaled sharply. "Why do you keep on running?" "Y-you…" She hesitated but when he covered her left breast with his hand, giving a light squeeze, she moaned forgetting it all.  "Tell me." His lips found her neck once more, leaving Pearl weak from the pleasure. "You said not to touch you," she managed to let out. He chuckled lightly and turned her in his arms so she was facing him. "I did, so?" "You…" He captured her lips, kissing her deeply before giving her a chance to catch her breath. "I did for your good." ************* Disclaimer: Cover Not Mine Read-only on WEBNOVEL ––––––––––– Discord server: http//discord.gg/BH666ZK Instagram: baevidaa Discord: BaeVida#7167 Youtube: https://youtube.com/channel/UC25S69WOTLDlvpL8GGjwi_A

When Time and Space collapsed, the Budget Back-Up System, Ouros, had to create a simplified version of [ FATE ] to pick up all the pieces. Now, if only the system’s useless host actually did what he was supposed to instead of trying to hump his fated pair, that would be really nice. A dog-like male lead who really wants to hump the main character’s leg in every world. And maybe capture his heart too. A cold exterior main character who is trying his best to live his life, but the male lead makes it difficult. Seriously, can this be any more of a mess? Ouros doesn’t think so, but it has to do its best anyways. The fate of fate itself depends on this convoluted plot point. ----- "…" Mo Yinan scrunches his face in clear disapproval. "Are you saying…you're a murderer?" Liu Lianyu peeks out of his heavy eyelid. A smirk. "No." "Okay, I know you don't really trust me, but I swear I'm not a serial killer so it's fine right?" A snort escapes his lips and Liu Lianyu rolls his eyes, "Your logic is flawed, should I tell you why?" "No. I think I like my flawed logic. Are you saying you don't?" "Only in small doses," Liu Lianyu confesses. Mo Yinan beams at him, he leans a bit on the couch, coming closer but not quite in Liu Lianyu's personal bubble. "So Yuyu is saying that you'll have me in small doses, right?" Liu Lianyu almost chokes on his water. He kicks at the gangly legs that stretch out beneath the sofa. Mo Yinan yelps and backs off and Liu Lianyu is trying really hard not to feel sorry. He coughs, face a bit heated, "I said you could call me Liu Lianyu. Not anything else." Mo Yinan chews his lips. His leg shakes with restlessness. "Yu-gege," he tries even as Liu Lianyu shoots him a death glare, "Even if you decide to kill me, I won't mind." ----- WARNING: This is BL, which means boyxboy romance. And there will be r-18 scenes eventually as well so consider yourselves warned! ----- Cover art drawn by yours truly~ typography by @yiyuehua ----- Buy me ko-fi! https://ko-fi.com/valiantxvillainous Follow my twitter @trashcanxval for spiffy art

Adeline was a journalist. She was a career-driven woman who would do anything for her passion. she was independent, smart and a strong female lead who was willing to take risks. What would she do, when a Greek god, especially the son of Eros entered her bathroom from a different realm while she was taking a shower. He was the son of Cupid, after all, could she resist his charms? **************** Suddenly some heavyweight pushed me down and landed on top of me. Before my head hit the bathroom floor, he engulfed his hand behind my head. My eyes were wide as a soccer. It was a grown man in his late twenties. He had a rare shade of emerald green eyes and shiny blond hair. His face was sculpted to perfection. He had the chiseled jaw, pointed nose, and body of a Greek god. He was shirtless and his hard sculpted chest and abs were pressed against my soft feminine body. He gave me a cocky smirk and realization hit me hard like a brick, I was stark naked and a burglar was on top of me. “Aaarghhhh!” I yelled at the top of my lungs and he muffled my screams with his hands. ************** It was not only the Greek God, what if the devil himself was interested in her. What if she had no choice but to pretend to be a guy, let alone work as his personal secretary? ************** As I neared him, I stumbled upon the carpet and I landed on his lap with my stomach on his thighs with a yelp. Unintentionally, my left palm made direct contact with his crotch. He jerked at my sudden intrusion, wrapping his arms around my waist. Both of us were too shocked to move, suddenly I could feel him grow harder under my palm, my eyes widened. I couldn’t see his reaction, I stood up from his lap as if, my ass caught on fire. He was frozen to his spot as if; he couldn’t believe what happened now. My face flushed with embarrassment. He didn’t even take a glance at my face. “I’m sorry, sir, It…” “Let’s get back to the office.” I was cut off by his voice. For some reason, my eyes strayed to his crotch and I could see his bulge very much visible. “Mr. Sandros!” he yelled my name.

Renyaka always heard her mother talking about not following rules. The rules of the council, she always tells there's a secret . Now Renyaka not a little girl anymore and she is tired of hearing there's a secret ! violence will pour and hunger might rage , Renyaka has forgotten a rule and now she must pay , and when you pay sometimes you must witness the truth and of coursethe Truth is bitter and it's so much uglier than she imagined and distinctfully dangerous but shhhh it's a secret!!!! There is man who holds he heart ,he makes it Yelp in her chest but does the man she desires going to be a hinderance in her way.

"How dare you put juice on me, you have no respect bitch." He said in anger. He grabbed my hair tighter and I yet again yelped in pain.". Sapphair is 17 and Ruby 7. They are both sisters who live inside the railway. Running away from the police they find themselves in a mansion, a mansion which belongs to the arrogant, cold hearted Blake. Sapphair hates cold hearted people Blake hates poor people What happens when these 2 meet? Read to find out!!

This time I yelped in pain and he smiled at me and said menacingly, "Human girl oh human girl. Haven't you ever read any fairy tales?" He chuckled spurred on by his own agenda, as I whimpered in pain and continued his taunting. "How many times have they instructed you not to go into the woods alone? Alas you couldn't help yourself could you?" he questioned me rhetorically, chuckling darkly. "The adrenalin had you hooked! You weren't scared because you have been running in these woods for months. Nothing ever changed you know where every pebble lies." My eyes went wide as I wiped some blood off of my face. He had been watching me, that knowledge made me shiver in fear and stopped my blood cold. "Oops," he retorted in mock surprise. "Cats out the bag, I know you Xander, well i know your face and how you run and that sometimes you like to sing along outloud." ______________________________ This story is not about the girl who got lost in the forest ... its about the badass wolf who chased her.....

I yelp and bite down on his bottom lip almost tasting the metallic taste of blood. His grip on my thighs tightens and I feel my towel get loose. He loosens my towel, not breaking the kiss and unwraps it off my body and tosses it off somewhere in the room. "fuck." I hear him cuss, Fuck indeed...... _ It is supposed to be a fresh and new start in another continent but in the same pack....there is only so much normality your life from the horrible pain awaiting her... ↑→→↑←←↑

Then Ember caught a scent, it smelled like a pine forest and the ocean breeze in one. She followed the scent and it leads to his room. In the pack, all the leadership lives in the packhouse. She burst into his room and there he was sleeping peacefully, not for long. Her wolf yelped, “MINE” and she leaped on top of him and felt his warm bare chest against her own. Find out who Ember's mate is and much more in A Werewolf's Mate.

"Let me check real quick if I got what you said... Not only I'll be stuck forever in a cave because I'll become immortal, I won't have any contact with humans and if someone hits me hard enough I die for good? Are you mental?" "Nah, that's pretty much it, good luck. See you again when you die." "You fucking assh-.." Yelp. Now I'm stuck in this dungeon forever, what the heck is there to do here?

⚠️ WARNING!⚠️ This book contains mature contents,vulgar words,violence,toxicity, and age gap differences, which may be triggering to some readers. ---- He added a second finger into her pussy and she let out a muffled moan."You sure you don't want this?Your pretty little pussy seem to be betraying your words", She gripped the edge of the counter and shut her eyes tight,managing through gritted teeth."I hate you,murderer", His jaw hardened and he stopped his movements with his fingers inside her."Say it again", She wanted his fingers to move in her so badly,as pathetic as it may sound.She gritted her teeth again and let out."I said I hate you,murderer!I wish you would just die and-ahh!",She yelped the minute his fingers left her panties and grabbed her to bend her over his knees as he sat on the tall stool there."What are-ahh!",She yelped when his palm made a harsh contact with her bare ass. "Count!",He growled.

Vykra, Voltoria and Verina are one of a kind because they're villains. Hot, beautiful smart villains. But they were not always the villains that you will come to know. How far will they go in their quest to dominate Villain high? .... Vykra held a fist and pouted as she watched Verina make a fuss over Valik, the single most adorable goody-two-shoes of the school. it was no secret the hate that Vykra harboured for him. She watched with perplexed eyes as Voltoria made her move and Verina did the unthinkable. Vykra stiffled a yelp when Verina picked up a pebble and aimed for Voltoria. Just then Vernon stopped right infront of the two, halting Verina's plan and saving an unsuspecting Valik from certain death, or perhaps a burst forehead.

“Viv.., I can’t find my phone “ Rhyna shouted towards the bathroom A tall handsome man walked out with only a towel wrapped around his waist, water droplets sliding down his well toned bronze muscles. Rhyna gulped subconsciously, how could anyone look so appetising Vivian suddenly carried her in his arms, Rhyna yelped, blushing slightly “Viv?” Vivian leaned down and picked up the phone, from where she was sitting just now “Here” He then put her down and walked back to the bathroom calmly Rhyna with a red face “……….” ——— A shrill sharp voice rang in her ears “Playing both the brothers together, once a slut is always a slut” The cold aloof billionaire who always treated everyone with nothing but indifference, will Rhyna be able to move his heart?

"Please let me go. I swear I won't tell anyone!" James chuckled. "Oh no princess you're coming with us" David's hand snaked around my waist, he pulled and pressed me against his hard chest. My nipples pebbled at the contact. I bit my lip to stop from moaning. "You're not fair! I hate you! I hate you!" I continue to thrash but no to avail. David tightened his grip to my waist to the point it hurts. A whimper escaped my lips. "What was that?" His hands starts to roamed to my exposed flesh, feeling every dip and curve until he reach my ass. He roughly squeeze it that made me yelp. I shook my head. Until I feel another presence behind my back. James. "Brother, I think our little Princess, needs a punishment don't you think?" My core burned in anticipation. I clenched my thighs. Heat pooled between my legs. I gulped.