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Ariel Ouat

CEO Vampire's Hidden Bride

"You’re not just my wife. You’re my blood-bound bride. And in my world… that makes you mine." To save her family from financial ruin and her brother from death, Arielle Voss signs a contract that sells her into marriage—one year, no questions, no names. The buyer? A mysterious billionaire known only as Bidder #01, who spends ten million dollars to own her. But this isn't a fairytale. Her new husband, Lucien, is cold, commanding, and dangerously seductive. By day, he’s the enigmatic CEO of a global empire. By night, he rules over a darker world—one of secrets, shadows, and blood. Arielle soon discovers the truth: Lucien isn't just a man. He’s a vampire. And she isn’t just his bride. She’s his chosen mate—bound by an ancient blood pact, fated to either unlock his dormant humanity… or destroy herself in the process. Trapped in a mansion filled with locked doors, cryptic whispers, and immortal secrets, Arielle must navigate a deadly game of power, politics, and passion. Every kiss draws her deeper into his world. Every secret peels away the mask of the beast behind the billionaire. But the deeper she falls, the more questions arise: Why was she chosen? What dark past ties them together? And what happens when she stops fearing the monster in her bed… and starts loving him instead? A high-stakes romance full of tension, twists, and slow-burn seduction. Perfect for fans of Twilight, Fifty Shades, and Underworld—with a corporate twist and a blood-dripping contract you’ll never forget. Welcome to a world where love bites—hard.
IspasAdrian · 571 Views

Unknown Ascension

This novel draws heavy inspiration from several different novels, including Shadow Slave, Lord of the Mysteries, That Time I Got Reincarnated as a Slime (Tensura), and others. These stories have helped shape the tone, pacing, and complexity of the world I’ve created—one filled with mystery, and transformation. Our protagonist is Krova Astris, known more casually as Kastis. He was once an ordinary man living an ordinary life—until he wasn’t. Orphaned at a young age, he lived alone on the streets until he was ten, when he was adopted by a Japanese mother and a Pakistani father. For the first time, he felt what it meant to have a home. His life unfolded quietly and steadily from there. At thirty, he fell in love with Ariel, his childhood friend who had also been adopted and raised apart from him—but never truly separated. A year into their relationship, they married. A few months later, their daughter, Estelle, was born. Kastis had everything he ever wanted… and then it was taken from him. When Estelle was just three years old, Kastis was killed under mysterious circumstances—and transported to another world. That world is Mistale, a parallel realm that exists alongside Earth. In the ancient ruinic tongue of that world, Mistale means First or Ruins. It is a place marked by forgotten history, deep power, and a fractured reality—where souls can evolve, but only through unimaginable trials. Kastis does not have a fixed personality. His experiences—both in life and after death—shaped him into someone constantly shifting, growing, unraveling. The man he once was was deeply cautious, reserved, and quietly humorous. But the man he is becoming? That’s something even he doesn’t yet understand. On the surface, he carries a relaxed, almost indifferent mask. But beneath it lies unprocessed grief, dormant rage, and a pain so sharp it threatens to define him. Even his name reflects this duality. The name Krova is a subtle variation on the Russian word krov’, meaning “blood”—a nod to his hidden lineage and the legacy that binds him to the ancient powers of Mistale. Astris, meanwhile, is loosely inspired by French linguistic roots, lending a sense of elegance and celestial significance. Together, the name becomes a symbol: of blood and stars, destiny. This is Kastis’s story. A journey through pain, power, illusion, and identity. And it has only just begun.
Kast_Mystery · 12.2K Views

I can set you just right

The boardroom was a wall of glass and judgment. At exactly 8:59 AM, Arielle pushed through the doors in a sharp navy dress that clung to her like confidence had been stitched into every seam. Her heels echoed across the floor as she approached the long, polished table where half a dozen stone-faced executives sat, murmuring over papers and steaming coffee. Dominic was already seated at the head of the table. He didn't look at her. Not at first. But he felt her enter. Just like gravity feels the moon. She took her spot near the screen, placed the tablet in front of her, and exhaled slowly. "You ready?" Dominic asked quietly, his voice low, unreadable. She turned to him with a sharp smile. "Born ready." He finally met her gaze—and for a second, something flickered behind his eyes. Not approval. Not yet. But something… closer than before. "Gentlemen," Dominic said to the table. "This is Arielle Sinclair. She'll be walking you through the market projections and proposed strategy updates for Q3." One of the older men raised a brow. "Her?" Arielle didn't flinch. "Yes. Me," she said, smiling sweetly. "Try to keep up." There was a pause—half stunned, half amused—and then, silence She launched into her presentation. And she nailed it. Clear. Sharp. Confident. She wasn't just parroting facts; she owned the numbers. Her explanations were quick, her slides precise, and her delivery unapologetically fierce. For the first time, they weren't looking at her legs or her lipstick. They were looking at her mind. And Dominic? He watched every second like a man watching a match ignite in a room full of gas. At one point, their eyes locked—and she saw it. A crack in his armor. Not desire. Not annoyance. But something like… respect. And it made her stomach flip in a way no designer bag ever had. When she concluded with a succinct, "Any questions?" the room was quiet. Then, one of the board members nodded. "Well done, Miss Sinclair. Concise and well-structured." Dominic didn't say a word. But his fingers drummed once against the table. A silent approval. The meeting ended. As the board members filed out, Dominic remained seated, watching her. She turned to him slowly. "Well?" she asked. He stood, approached, and said nothing until he was directly in front of her. "You surprised them." "And you?" His gaze dropped to her lips for a split second before meeting her eyes again. "I don't surprise easily." She stepped closer. "You didn't think I could do it." "I knew you could," he said, voice dark and steady. "I just didn't know if you would." She tilted her head. "So what now?" His eyes raked over her—not with lust, but with something more dangerous. Calculating. Hungry. "Now," he said slowly, "I stop holding back." She inhaled sharply. "What does that mean?" "It means if you're staying in this game, you better be ready to lose sometimes." She licked her lips. "I never lose." He smirked—slow, wolfish. "We'll see." And he walked out first. But this time? She followed with her chin high, her stride proud, and fire crackling in her chest. She hadn't just passed the test. She'd lit the room on fire. The hallway was quiet after the boardroom storm, but Arielle's heels still echoed like a victory march. She was glowing. Not just from the adrenaline of her flawless presentation, but from something else—something hotter, deeper. The way Dominic had looked at her afterward wasn't just professional respect. It was a crack in his walls. And she intended to widen it. She pressed the button for the elevator, and just as the doors slid open, a shadow fell over her shoulder. Dominic. Of course. He stepped in beside her without a word, towering, silent, composed. The doors closed. Silence. Tension. Air that thickened with each passing floor. She stood beside him, not touching, but close enough to feel the heat rolling off his body. Close enough to catch a whiff of his cologne—clean, dark, devasta
Samegurl · 21.2K Views
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