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Alpha, Say My Name

He was the feral Alpha King buried beneath the mountain. She was the cursed girl they offered to him as sacrifice to end the famine plaguing their lands. ...but what sleeps beneath the mountain is no myth. Ruvan, the first Alpha. Imprisoned, driven to utter madness, and starved of power. Solenne, the packless she-wolf known as the Harbinger of Misfortune. With the power of cursed speech, she is able to kill and bend the world to her will with only one word. To avoid hurting others, she hasn't spoken a single syllable since she was a child. Feared and rejected by her own people, she is given to the mountain in a forbidden ritual-sacrifice... and her scent stirs the beast that slumbers beneath it. His mate. Ruvan will stop at nothing to claim what's his, even if that means storming the heavens and finding the cure to her curse just to hear her speak his name. ---- She saw stars behind her eyes and felt constellations carved into her skin with every lingering touch and each press of his mouth. He painted the night sky onto her body, not with a brush, but with his lips, hands, and his insatiable hunger—until her lungs were empty and her heart soared so high it must’ve kissed the moon. “Solenne,” Ruvan murmured, voice low and reverent, like a prayer. She shivered; the sound of her name on his lips felt like heaven. Ruvan pressed his palm to her stomach, anchoring her as he leaned in, mouth brushing the hollow of her throat. His hand rose, slow and shaking, tracing the shape of her jaw like it was a sight made only for him. His thumb brushed the corner of her mouth and his eyes burned as he studied her. “You feel like the stars,” he whispered, “Mesmerizing and bright... something that I want to capture and keep to myself." And then he kissed her; it was a deep, aching vow he couldn’t speak aloud. A promise made only in breath, heat, and need. When they parted, he gently pressed his forehead against hers. His voice dipped lower… uncertain, maybe even afraid: “Say my name?” -- R18, werewolves, fated love, weak to strong... I hope you enjoy my second entry for 2025 WSA. :) give it a shot~
carmyko · 40.5K Views

Always Be My Baby

Samantha and Rei were high school sweethearts — two dreamers sharing the same sky. Rei wanted to build a band, write songs, and one day, perform in front of thousands. You? You had your eyes on the world — fashion runways, cameras, a life where people knew your name. You supported each other through exams, deadlines, and life’s early storms. Even in college, when everything got harder — late-night study sessions turned into rare text messages, dates became short calls, and weekends got lost in responsibilities. Still, Rei held the relationship steady, always finding time for you. He thought love was enough. Until you got that offer — a modelling opportunity in the U.S. You accepted it silently, afraid to hurt him, hoping it was better to go quietly than to make it harder with goodbyes. Three days before your flight, Rei found out. He didn't yell. He didn't beg. "If this is your dream… then go." You promised him you'd come back. *You never did.* **Years passed.** You're back in Manila — not permanently, just for a few weeks. You’re successful now, your face on billboards, runways in Milan and Seoul under your heels. Jessi, your old college friend, hands you a VIP pass to a local concert — “Trust me, you need this.” You roll your eyes. You’re not in the mood. But you go. The sky was already dark when you and Jessi arrived at the venue — a converted warehouse packed with glowing lights and pulsing energy. You hadn’t wanted to come, not really. It was just another night in Manila, just another stop before you left again. But she insisted. “Come on, it’s your favourite band. You’ll thank me later.” You didn’t even look at the ticket. You didn’t care. Until you stepped through the entrance—and froze. Because the voice pouring from the speakers? The one echoing through the crowd, raw and achingly familiar? **Add my novel to your library and read for more ^^**
Mcmonica_oz · 11.1K Views

More Than A Baby Mama: Less Than A Wife (A Vintage Love)

There's nothing more important than love, Mila always told herself. Even when her boyfriend cheated on her and accused her of stealing, leading to her being fired, Mila still held onto her belief. For a 24-year-old young woman to survive in a big city where she knew nobody but her cheating boyfriend, Mila had to look for work elsewhere not just anywhere, but The Montclair Club. For one night, she served as a salesperson for the launch of a new wine. As the saying goes, (In vino veritas) Truth in wine. Mila's truth was letting her hair down and having fun just for one night. The innocent woman had her own taste of a 'one wild night.' The result? A positive pregnancy test. Mila became pregnant by the hot-tempered, international playboy and heir of the Montclair Conglomerate, from a family of old money. Zyran Ciro Montclair is known to have a special hatred for the words family and poor. He only believes that the poor are leeches and liars. At the moment, the luxury of pride wasn't something Mila could afford. Jobless, pregnant, and left alone in the big city, Mila decided to go after her baby's daddy. Even if he might reject her, she had to try. And somehow, in her pursuit, she ended up on the early morning news: 'Noblesse Oblige: Montclair Heir to Marry an Unknown Poor Country Girl. It's giving Rich Prince and The Pauper. A 21st-century Fairytale.' What could possibly go wrong? you may ask. Stepping into the rarefied and unhinged world of the Montclairs, Mila realized that their realm wasn't the same as her world of black and white. Her perception of life was turned upside down, and she couldn't help but wonder. What could be so poisonous yet so good as power and money? Will Mila's love endure when faced with Zyran's 12 rules for their marriage, including the humiliating demand of: Rule No 6: “Submission is key: When I say kneel, you'll drop to all fours. Don't question it, just obey.” Will she allow herself to be consumed by the corruption that comes with wealth, or will she spread her innocence and show Zyran a world where people don't have to be used? Can their love survive the poisonous influences of power and money? . . . . . . Instagram account: Pluma_W143 Facebook page: Plumadidi Tiktok: @Plumadidi Cover belongs to me. Art by Kelveendraws
Pluma_W143 · 219.5K Views

SAY I LOVE YOU

Kimberly est secrètement amoureuse de Jordan Collins, un célèbre basketteur de son lycée, depuis un bon moment. Sa fascination pour lui est telle qu'elle le stalkait assidûment sur tous les réseaux sociaux, que ce soit Facebook, Snapchat, TikTok ou même Tinder. Son obsession est si profonde qu'elle avait même choisi "Jordanlebg" comme mot de passe Wifi, un choix qui s'est retourné contre elle lorsque son voisin a réussi à pirater son ordinateur pour se connecter à son réseau. Mais là n’est pas le pire, son voisin en question se trouve être le meilleur ami de Jordan, et il a maintenant un accès privilégié à la vie de Kimberly et sait presque tout sur ses sentiments pour Jordan. Face à cette situation délicate, Kimberly se demande quoi faire. Devrait-elle prendre le risque de révéler ses sentiments à Jordan au risque d’être rejetée ou devrait-elle garder son secret pour elle-même ? "- Et puis, putain, je te jure que si tu lui dis, je porte plainte pour piratage informatique. - Et moi pour harcèlement. Je suis sûr que ça intéresserait les flics de savoir que tu stalkes les gens. C’est à se demander si tu n'as pas une photo nue de lui. - Ah, ta gueule !", meugle-t-elle, énervée. Bradley glousse, son regard moqueur se pose sur elle alors qu'il s'humecte lentement les lèvres, laissant planer un suspense taquin dans l'air chargé d'électricité. - Ça fait combien de temps que tu es amoureuse de lui?" lance-t-il, un sourire narquois aux lèvres, cherchant à percer le mystère qui entoure les sentiments de la jeune fille. - D-deux ans," répond-elle du tac au tac, sa voix légèrement tremblante trahissant une émotion contenue depuis trop longtemps. Et là, c'est la goutte d'eau qui fait déborder le vase. Bradley éclate de rire, un rire contagieux qui résonne dans la pièce, secouant son corps de spasmes incontrôlables. Puis, soudain, son expression se fait plus sérieuse, son regard plongeant dans celui de la jeune fille avec une intensité troublante. - Merde, t'as quel âge, 15 ans?" lance-t-il, mêlant moquerie et incrédulité, avant d'être interrompu par un soupire agacé de la part de Beverly , qui réplique avec une pointe d’énervement: "Vas te faire foutre!" - Mais plus sérieusement, tu es mignonne et tout, mais..." Il s'interrompt, la dévisageant d'un air critique, son regard balayant son apparence de haut en bas avec une franchise désarmante . "Mais je ne pense pas que Jordan serait intéressé par une fille qui porte encore une culotte Hello Kitty," lâche-t-il finalement, pointant du doigt un détail embarrassant que la jeune fille n'avait pas remarqué. Instinctivement, elle baisse les yeux sur son pantalon, réalisant avec horreur qu'elle a oublié de refermer sa fermeture éclair. Son visage s'empourpre instantanément, trahissant son embarras dans un éclat de rouge vif qui contraste avec la gravité de la situation.
Sylvianna_Assi · 7.6K Views
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