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I Became The Mother Of The Bloody Male Lead Bato

The Obsessive Male Lead Is Actually Scary

I used to think obsessive male leads were kind of hot. You know—the intense stares, the undying devotion, the way they’d burn the world for the woman they love? Swoon, right? Wrong. That fantasy went up in smoke the moment I woke up in the body of Sonia Mitford—the heroine of The Crimson Devotion, the first obsessive romance fantasy novel I ever read. The one that ended on a mysterious hiatus. The one with Marius Wittelsbach—a charming, possessive psychopath who thinks an ankle shackle is a love language. Now I’m trapped in a velvet-draped prison, shackled to a bedpost like some porcelain doll in a gothic fairytale. And Marius? He’s worse than I remembered. Sweet, soft-spoken... and utterly unhinged. "You don’t need to be afraid. I’ll take care of you." Translation: I’ll murder anyone who blinks in your direction and serve you tea over their corpse. "Anyone who bothers you... anyone who looks at you the wrong way... I’ll get rid of them for you." I thought I was playing the role just fine—smiling, nodding, pretending not to be horrified. But then—plot twist! Alessio Slovene, the forgettable side character, walks in looking like a golden retriever knight and drops this bomb: he’s actually the crown prince in disguise. And he’s investigating Marius. Finally—a lifeline. Maybe. Because people are vanishing. The body count is rising. And every time Marius kisses my forehead and calls me “Nia,” I feel one step closer to becoming the tragic heroine in a blood-soaked love story. Obsessive male leads aren’t dreamy. They’re terrifying. And I might be in way over my head.
author_lyse · 51.5K Views

Help! All the Male Leads are Obsessed with Me! (BL)

Omegaverse## Kaelith thought his life was over when his machine blinked its last light, his step-sister’s novel still in his hands. Dying while reading a love story: wasn’t that just cruel irony? He never even had the chance to experience love himself. But death wasn’t the end—it was a reset. When Kael opened his eyes, he wasn’t in a hospital or some afterlife. He was inside the world of very book he had just finished, a world ruled by Alphas, where Omegas were expected to submit, and vampires lurked in the shadows of power. And him? He was a nobody. A character that wasn’t meant to exist. But worse than that, he was an Omega, born into a prestigious Alpha family that saw his existence as a stain. Hidden from the world by a father who refused to acknowledge him, protected only by a mother’s desperate pleas. Yet, unlike the character in the novel who lived in quiet submission, Kael refused to let this new life be another cage. He wanted to live. To experience everything he never could. So he went to college. He went to parties. He kissed a stranger at a club. That was his first mistake. Because that stranger? Leonhardt. A ruthless Alpha who never cared for Omegas until Kael’s scent shattered his world. Then came Veyron. The Chaos Bringer. And lastly, Cauis. The sanctuary. A Beta who saw Kael for who he was, but loved him with conditions, and refused to let him go. Kael only wanted to have fun. To finally live. Instead, he found himself at the center of a dangerous game where love, obsession, and power blurred into one. And the scariest part? He didn’t know if he wanted to escape or to fall even deeper. — An Alpha. A Vampire. A Beta. Who would he choose? Would it be Leonhardt, the possessive Alpha who refuses to let him go? Veyron, the enigmatic vampire who tempts him with both danger and pleasure? Or Cauis, the only one who offers him a love with conditions? One heart. Three paths. Which one will he follow? ##Note that it's just the world of the book he entered, so the plot won't follow especially when they are two different characters. He's now a main character in this world, more like writing his own storyline.
Unique_Ideas_ · 205.3K Views

Mother of Villains

After surviving a brutal winter on the ice plains, a rogue beastwoman named Kaoshi and her three cubs—Chowchow, Xiaoang, and Cowai—rescue a mysterious tiger beastman named Jinling. Despite initial tension and mistrust, especially around the cubs, Kaoshi strikes a bold deal: half of Jinling’s first hunted prey in exchange for saving his life and giving him shelter. As the group begins to bond, Kaoshi’s resourcefulness and fierce maternal instincts slowly melt the walls around her cubs' hearts. Jinling, powerful and proud, finds himself drawn not just to her strength but to the quiet, exhausted perseverance she wears like armor. What starts as an alliance for survival deepens when Kaoshi uses her healing knowledge to awaken her daughter’s rare ability—a talent that later saves a dying beastwoman and earns them a place in the wary Black Market Tribe. But prejudice against rogue beasts runs deep. Kaoshi and her children face discrimination and danger, while Jinling’s fierce loyalty to them places him at odds with tribal norms—and in the crosshairs of ambitious females like the scheming Mile. Throughout these early chapters, the story slowly peels back layers of hurt, mistrust, and sacrifice. It’s about more than just surviving; it’s about what it takes to carve out dignity and safety in a world that sees you as lesser. About the Adaptation This version of the story is a faithful reimagining and continuation of the tale introduced in the short video "A Beastman Rejected Her, So She Raised Three Cubs Alone..." on YouTube. Guided by the user and shaped with care by AI, this retelling expands the world, deepens the characters, and carries the original’s spirit forward with grounded emotional weight and clarity. The rewritten story holds true to the heart of the original—while smoothing inconsistencies, enhancing flow, and continuing where the source left off.
DeJeL · 844 Views

The struggled mother

Aisha's life is a stark portrait of resilience forged in the crucible of relentless adversity. A single mother of five sons, each a living testament to a man who abandoned her, she endures the ceaseless, corrosive scorn of her close-knit community. Branded a "loose woman," her reputation precedes her, isolating her in a suffocating atmosphere of judgment. Her days are punctuated not only by the whispered disapproval of her neighbors, but also by the daily struggle to provide for her children, often with meager resources. Her reflection in a cracked mirror, a constant reminder of her shattered past and the seemingly insurmountable challenges of her present, becomes a symbol of her fragmented identity. Yet, beneath the crushing weight of despair, Aisha's fierce, unwavering love for her sons acts as a defiant shield. This love fuels her quiet rebellion against the societal forces that seek to break her spirit, driving her to find strength where none seems to exist. The story delves into the profound impact of societal judgment, particularly on women, exploring the ways in which it can isolate and dehumanize. It also illuminates the indomitable strength of female resilience, highlighting the power of maternal love to transcend even the most harrowing circumstances, and ultimately, to pave a path toward a fragile, hard-won hope. Beyond the societal scorn, her life is a constant battle against poverty. Each sunrise brings the daunting task of stretching meager resources to feed and clothe her five sons. Market days become a gauntlet of haggling and bartering, where every coin is a hard-won victory. Her hands, calloused and worn, tell the story of countless hours spent washing clothes, mending garments, and tending to the small, stubborn patch of land that provides a meager supplement to their diet. The boys, ranging in age from toddler to teenager, are both her burden and her salvation. They are a constant source of worry, yet their laughter and innocent affection provide the only respite from the crushing weight of her circumstances. This daily struggle, this relentless fight for survival, becomes another layer of her resilience, a testament to her unwavering determination to protect her children.
Jumoke_Hillary · 3.1K Views

I became Death

I wake up in this blinding white space — typical Heaven aesthetic — and there’s God, sitting on a cloud like He’s been waiting for me all along. I expected harps, angels, the whole “Welcome to Paradise” deal. Instead, He looks at me and says, straight-faced: “Death retired.” I blink. “Excuse me… what?” “The Grim Reaper, the entity of death? Yep. Retired. Bought a beach house in another dimension. You’ve been chosen to replace them.” At this point, I think I’m hallucinating — bread still stuck in my throat or something. But no, it’s real. I’m now the new Death. And not the spooky skeleton with a scythe — no, I’m basically unreasonably powerful. the Death? Cloak, scythe, creepy skeleton vibe?” "Yeah, but that image's outdated. I have to walk across different worlds — real life, movies, games, comics, anime — all of it. And here’s the kicker: my power? Way too unstable. I don’t just shake someone’s hand and they drop dead — that’d be boring. It’s worse… my thoughts alone can vaporize people. Think “Oops, that guy’s annoying” — poof, he’s gone. Accidentally, imagine blowing up a planet? Say goodbye to that solar system. God leans in, still smiling like this is all normal: “Don’t worry, your mind will need training… lots of it. But you’ll get the hang of it. Also, yes… you can still have friends, relationships… maybe even fall in love.” I stare at Him like He’s insane. “With these powers? You sure?”
DanielBR · 13.8K Views
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