Download Chereads APP
Chereads App StoreGoogle Play
Chereads

Wicked Lessons

The Reaper's Wicked Obsession

[Matured Content] Isadora Skaldwood was born a fae of impure blood “mannfae” deemed an inferior creation of the olden gods. However, at birth she was kissed by the goddess of light 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 and 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—the star price of the famous brothel in the countryside. But then everything changed when “He” appeared… Kraven Val Thrond “The Reaper” of the Raven Court, a terrifying warrior feared by those who dared to speak his name. Dangerously handsome with looks identical to a god, silver eyes like the crescent moon—but a mind dipped in madness. Isadora despised him, not just for stealing her away, but for thrusting her into his world of blood and chaos—taking her freedom just like everyone else does. He’s insane! But that’s only the cherry on top, his obsession is wicked. ~ (Excerpt) "You want to kill me and at the same time, you do not" Isadora’s features were stern and the cold look in her eyes almost forced a laugh out of him. She got more frustrated by his silence, choosing to insult him and be done with it. “Does a madman not know what to do with a mannfae?” “I can think of a thousand ways to kill you," Kraven replied in a velvety voice. "Like first throwing you off-board” Isadora's angry expression morphed into one of horror. “But that would be terrifying, wouldn’t it? Drowning in the dark sea, unable to breathe” he voiced as if he could vividly picture it—and him on board watching. "Tell me, Isadora" A cold chill crawled down her spine. "If I let you go, where would you run to, hm? I told you already this realm isn't kind to outcasts like us" "I'm not like you!" He chuckled lightly. "We're alike. What use could you be to this forsaken realm?" "What use could you have of me?" she asked shakily. “Oh love, I can think of many things but I’m not sure you’re ready… yet” ~ A/N: This is Dark Romance, don't expect a sweet ML! Cover is mine!
Dy_zamite · 49.8K Views

The Man of My Bitterest Lesson

Seven years have passed since Emma last saw the man who once held her heart. Bright Alejandro Anderson—her first love—was a prince, a symbol of everything she once believed in. But the moment he walked away, leaving her broken and betrayed, she swore she’d never let love consume her again. Now, Prince Anderson is back. As a key figure in royal affairs, he forces Emma to confront a past she’d buried deep. With every word he speaks, with every glance he gives, Emma is pulled back into a world she tried to escape. The man who broke her heart is now begging for forgiveness, claiming he would kill for her, that he would never leave again. But can Emma ever trust him again? Can love truly be resurrected from the ashes of betrayal, or will it burn them both alive? #secondchance #getingbacktogether #slowburn #diplomacy #kingdombuilding #enemytolover --- (Setting: 19th Century) Seven years had passed since Emma last saw Bright Alejandro Anderson—her first love. Emma had almost succeeded in living her life normally. She was doing fine. But that man resurfaced in Emma's life as Prince Anderson, who led the royal legal affairs team. He not only appeared in Emma's life but also forced her to look back. To revisit memories she desperately wanted to forget. For Emma, Bright, aka Prince Anderson, was the most bitter lesson in her life. From him, Emma learned never to trust anyone. Not even God. ~~~ Emma's tears flowed, voice cracked and pained, "Even if I were to die," her despair remained, "I'll hate you forever, it's only fair. Don't come to my funeral, don't you dare, set foot at my graveside, expect no embrace, Don't ever anticipate my heart's forgiving grace. I'll spend my days, my bones, in hatred's grip. A love once cherished, now a sinking ship. ~~~ "I've just killed someone with my own hands. Ah, this is how deep my love for you is, Emma. I would kill for you, and you've just witnessed it with your own eyes." ... "I'm here... don't be scared... this time I'm not leaving you, unlike before when I left you." ... "I was stupid. I am sorry. I regret it with every breath I take. I wish there was a way to turn back time to fix the past. But despite everything I can do, I can't. So, I sincerely apologize, even though I know I don't have the right to do so." !!!Explicit adult content above chapter 100 and will be informed at the beginning of the chapter. Please refrain from accessing the chapter if you are underage. Thank you.!!! another works: - Undressed by The Half-beast Prince - Wolfdale: Blood of the Moon - Mafia Princess: Raised by Wolves - Slayer Knight: Survive The Undead
Tizzz · 485.5K Views

The Wicked God

My name is Void…that's it. I was named inside a orphanage, but that's not the reason I was named “Void” I was named Void because when I was a child they said my eyes were always empty like a void, and they didn't know what else to name me, so they stuck with it. But enough about my name, let's get into how I was transmigrated to another world. One day, I was in my apartment thinking to myself until I received a phone call. The person who called me was a coworker informing me of the news that everyone in town knew except me, of course. She said that a bright red light would shine from an empty alleyway, then disappear after 10 seconds. She also mentioned people have went missing and being spotted with their limps cut off in the same alleyways the red lights would appear. Now at the time I didn't believe a word she said, but I went along with it. It was probably some kids shining lights while bullying other kids, or just some type of stupid rumor created by some drunk idiot and a drug addict. Since I was around 16 years old, I always thought that I was missing something or that I didn't belong. It was the same feeling people get when you forget something, the second you think about it and try to remember. But this feeling soon disappeared when I encountered the bright red light, which I found out was a portal spawning in an alleyway. After entering the portal I felt as if I was finally getting what I was missing, and I was finally free as if I was a God stuck inside a human's body caged like a wild animal, but finally let out of the torturing cage. “That's right…on the day I made contact with the red portal, I became a God in the making but nonetheless still a God. KEKEKEKEKE…. I'm a God…a God made to destroy… The Voided God…”. Tags- Monsters, Gore, Selfish mc,
LazyG0d · 7.1K Views

His Naughty Lessons

[ Caution: High Heat Advisory ] “Harper, stop undressing me with your eyes. The plot isn’t going that way… YET.” Harper McKenzie, a newbie web novel author, has a problem — she struggles with romance scenes. As someone with almost nonexistent real-life experience in the matter, she can’t get the intimate chemistry right, and those chapters always come out dry and cringy. Fortunately for her, Harper finds a freelance editor willing to workshop her writing. But the surprise? That editor turns out to be her childhood friend and the very first crush of her life. What happens now when he offers her personal lessons on how to write the hottest romance … and love scenes? -------------- Note: this is a fun, cozy, sweet story with a low-drama plot. No love triangles, no misunderstandings, no memory loss / car accidents / terminal illnesses / etc.. Mature content abounds, starting out soft but heats up quickly. You’ve been warned! -------------- Sneak Peek: He slid her bra over her shoulders and, with impossibly quick and skilled work, tied the lacy garment around her wrists. “Spread your legs wider,” he ordered. Harper’s already faltering heartbeat faltered some more. The command in his tone was foreign, but it crashed over her like a heat wave, and even though she could barely begin to picture how salacious she must look, with her hands bound and thighs spread wide like an offering to be ravished, she could feel the scorching need coiling hotter and hotter in her core. Her body obeyed eagerly on its own accord, bringing herself fully open just like she was told. Eli grinned. Moving between her legs, he trailed hot kisses along her inner thigh, leaving sizzling little fires crackling in its wake. “Good girl. Now, what should your character say next?” A finger glided over her wet and wanting flesh in a slippery stroke, making her heart slam to a hard stop as a moan tore free. “Write the next line for me, what should I say before I unravel you with my tongue and make you scream my name?”
Witchhazel · 1.4M Views
Related Topics
More