Unhinged Jaw

Finn, your average college student with one noble goal: get home and watch some quality adult content in peace. Tragically, fate had other plans. A truck barreled toward him… then stopped halfway. The driver locked eyes with Finn— and hit him anyway. Now he’s dead. Wakes up in some divine waiting room. Gets mocked by a sarcastic, busty goddess. Gets offered the most useless powers imaginable. And worst of all? Still no porn. Frustrated beyond mortal comprehension, Finn throws an epic tantrum and drags the goddess down into the fantasy world with him. Now stuck in a realm full of grotesque monsters, cursed towns, and suspiciously moist terrain, Finn has no idea what he’s doing. No clue. No dignity. Suffering most of the time. With zero powers, infinite horniness, and one very angry divine companion, can Finn survive this absurd new world? Can he dodge death, outwit demonic squirrels, and maybe—just maybe—score a waifu? Or will he die in this world too… still painfully uncuddled? Let the absurd isekai disaster begin. [WARNING: THIS BOOK IS UNHINGED. DO NOT TAKE OFFENSE TO ANYTHING—IT’S ALL FOR COMEDIC PURPOSES. YOU’VE BEEN WARNED.]

Genre: Billionaire Romance / Obsession / Corporate War / Emotional Drama • A sharp-tongued small-town girl falls into the dangerous love of the most powerful oil mogul in Mexico. But when she becomes the target of his enemies—and his obsession—she must decide if love is worth losing herself… or if he’s worth betraying. • Joseph León was the most feared name in oil — Mexico’s oil tycoon with empires that stretched across oceans. His name opened doors in Dubai, whispered in Geneva, and commanded boardrooms in Texas. But in the private sanctum of his glass-walled penthouse above Mexico City, the only thing that brought him to his knees… was Green. Green Ariza. The sharp-tongued, warm-eyed girl from the southeast — who didn’t care for oil, power, or the billions in his offshore accounts. And that terrified Joseph more than any corporate war. She stormed into his office, her heels clicking furiously against the Italian marble. Her worn leather bag slammed onto the chair with finality. “I want to talk to you, Joseph!” she snapped. Behind his desk, Joseph was mid-call with a venture capitalist from Qatar, trying to lock in a deal worth $1.3 billion. He held up one finger without looking up — only for a second — then paused. His eyes met hers. Sharp. Furious. Tired of something. He ended the call. “I’ll speak to you later,” he said calmly, before the voice on the other line could protest. “Yes, I know it’s urgent.” He hung up, removed his glasses, and leaned back in his chair. His gaze softened. “What does my love want that has her so upset?” he asked, like the storm in her eyes didn’t scare him. “A Maserati? Givenchy? My black card is right there—just whisper what you want, and it’s yours.” Green exhaled, shaking her head. “I’m not here for gifts, Joseph.” “I know.” “No, you don’t. You always think money can fix things.” “I absolutely don’t think that.” “You bought the company I worked for because I said I was scared of getting fired—how is that not thinking money fixes things?” “I bought it,” he said quietly, “because it was the only way I could keep seeing you. You were avoiding me. Saying you couldn’t risk your job. So I made it yours. You’re head of creative strategy now. With triple your old salary. And you only work when you want.” She turned away, rubbing her forehead. “Green,” he said, his voice a low murmur now. “Can I touch you?” She blinked at him. “Are you asking permission to touch me?” “You usually get angry when I touch you during a fight,” he said honestly, standing slowly. “You say I use it to make you forget why you’re mad.” “…Because you do.” “And you let me.” She turned to face him, and for a moment, neither said a word. He reached out, gently, his hand grazing her elbow. “So tell me, why are you really angry?” She looked away. “Is it because of the girl at the gala?” he asked. Her head snapped back toward him. “She’s like a sister. My father’s goddaughter.” “She was holding your hand.” “She’s grieving. Her brother was assassinated in Bogotá.” Green stepped back, arms folded. “You don’t even see how many women throw themselves at you. My mother tells me I’m stupid for staying. That I should leave you and marry someone safer. Someone like Don Frederick.” Joseph’s jaw tightened. “Don Frederick is a snake with a fake smile and a poisoned chalice. He’s not safe, he’s subtle. That’s worse.” “My mother doesn’t care,” Green said bitterly. “She only sees headlines. And dollar signs.” “What do you see?” he asked, stepping closer. “When you look at me. What do you see?” She didn’t answer. He touched her cheek, gently. “Do you think I’d let myself love anyone but you? I’d burn down every oil well I own before I lose you.” She blinked. “Don’t say things like that.” “Why? Because you believe me?” “No,” she whispered. “Because I do.”

Martha Blandflord's life was already a nightmare, thanks to her wicked stepmother and stepsister. They delighted in her misery, and their latest scheme was the ultimate cruelty: an arranged marriage with the worst match they could think of to make her life more miserable. And what more dreadful match than with the infamous, mysterious Duke of Ravenwood, who had returned to the country three months ago? Rumored to be a repulsive, drunken old man, with a monstrous appearance that he never made any public appearances, and Martha dreaded the thought of sharing a life with such a monster. She even attempted to take her life to avoid such a fate. But nothing could have prepared her, or anyone, for the shocking revelation. Upon meeting her new husband, he was young, handsome, and also one of the wealthiest men in the country! However, there was a catch: the Duke of Ravenwood was notoriously dangerous and ruthless, a rake full of sin and vanity, he may not look like a monster but was one at heart. And he had a jaw-dropping proposal to make to his arranged bride.

Dark Fantasy Romance | Betrayal, Dragons, Slow-Burn Tension “He wanted a servant with a sharp tongue. He got a girl who knows how to use it.” When Arin is dragged from her burning village in chains, accused of a legacy she doesn’t understand, she expects to die. Instead, she’s thrown into the deadly glitter of the Kaerethyne court—where dragons decide who rules, every silk-draped noble is a liar, and the Prince who ordered her capture is infamous for leaving lovers broken… or dead. Prince Caldan Kaerythene—scarred, exiled by his own dragon, and haunted by betrayal—wants one thing: to expose the traitor among his blood-soaked kin. For that, he needs a weapon. A girl no one would suspect. What he gets is Arin. A thief with secrets in her blood. A commoner with teeth. And a mind sharp enough to make princes bleed. She was never meant to survive the palace. He was never meant to want her. But in a kingdom ruled by dragons, fire doesn’t kneel. It devours. Enemies-to-lovers. A court of monsters. A chained dragon who judges with smoke instead of flame. And a girl too dangerous to kill, too clever to cage. The crown didn’t steal her. It tried to break her. But she came to win. Perfect for fans of House of the Dragon, Throne of Glass, and dark fantasy with bite. This is a slow-burn romantic epic filled with venomous nobles, ancient secrets, and jaw-dropping betrayals. Read at your own risk. The flames are watching.

Elaine Monroe never meant to fall in love with him. She never meant for her heart to betray her like this. But as she watches him stand beside another, hand resting on the waist of the woman he’s meant to be with, she wonders if she was always destined to be the outsider. "You knew," she says, voice barely above a whisper. "You knew how I felt." His jaw tightens, but he doesn’t deny it. He never does. "It wouldn’t have changed anything," he finally says. She laughs bitterly. "I know." Loving him was always impossible. He belonged to someone else. To his family’s expectations. To a future where Elaine had no place. "Forget whatever you think you feel," he tells her, voice firm, but there’s something unspoken in his eyes—something that makes it hurt even more. "It will never happen." And yet, his gaze lingers, just for a second too long. Then there’s her best friend—the one who stands beside her when the world turns its back. The one who sees her pain without asking. "You don’t have to do this to yourself," he says, handing her his jacket on a cold night. "You deserve more than waiting for someone who will never be yours." She wants to believe him. She wants to move forward. But some loves are impossible to forget. Some wounds never truly heal. And some desires, no matter how forbidden, refuse to die. _____ "loving him best decision i ever made" Elaine "you are my world"

Deng Shirong was reborn, waking up in the summer of 1980. In his past life, he had foolishly trusted a matchmaker’s words, only to see his children’s marriages turn into disasters. His two sons-in-law were utterly useless, and his daughters-in-law wreaked havoc in the household. This time, he wasn’t leaving anything to chance. He would personally take the reins and handpick the perfect partners for his children. Years later, during a gathering with old friends, the topic of conversation turned to their daughters-in-law—were they filial or not? Deng Shirong didn’t say a word. Instead, with a calm smile, he took out his phone and posted a simple message on WeChat Moments: “Suddenly craving some Guilin beer fish.” The next moment, his phone started blowing up. Eldest daughter-in-law: “Dad, I’ll drive back this Saturday and take you on a trip to Guilin. I’ve been craving authentic beer fish too!” Second daughter-in-law: “Dad, I’m free right now. I’ll drive back immediately to pick you up. Let’s go enjoy Guilin for a few days!” Third daughter-in-law: “Dad, I have some work to wrap up at the office, but I’ll send the driver to pick you up first…” Fourth daughter-in-law: “…” Youngest daughter-in-law: “…” His old friends sat there in stunned silence, their jaws practically hitting the floor. Their faces were filled with envy! Patreon for Extra Chapters: https://www.patreon.com/collection/1354252/

WARNING: MATURE CONTENT I was eight when my world burned. My family was slaughtered; my home was reduced to ash. And the ones responsible? Gone. All they left behind was a black bandana embroidered with a nightshade thorn—a symbol of death. For ten years, I trained in the shadows. I became a weapon. Now, my hunt leads me to Prestige Supernatural Academy (PSA), the most elite werewolf school in the world—a place ruled by four Alpha heirs with too much power, arrogance, and dark desires. The night I arrive, I cross paths with Dristan, Kai, and Axel—heirs to the East, North, and West Alpha Kings. Arrogant. Vicious. Gods among wolves. They see me as nothing. A weak, powerless stray. They humiliate me, taunt me, overpower me— making me want to rip them apart. So, I make a vow: I’ll destroy them before they ever get the chance to destroy me. Then, on the eve of my 18th birthday, the Blood Moon rises. My wolf awakens. My power surges. And fate? That cruel, twisted bitch shackles me to all three of them. Mates. I want to reject them. I burn for them instead. And when I meet Xade, the wicked, silver-tongued heir to the Middle Belt Alpha King, the final bond snaps into place. Four possessive, dominant, and dangerously irresistible alphas. One vengeful, unbreakable wolf. And a deadly secret tying them to my past. Loving them could destroy me. Hating them could kill me. But in the end… who will ruin whom? And, fuck—why does my traitorous body want all four of them to do it? *************** “Say it.” Dristan’s voice was smooth and controlled in a way that promised devastation underneath. I swallowed hard, my pulse hammering as he cornered me against the desk. Kai was behind me, his warmth pressing into my back, his breath teasing my neck. Axel leaned in, lips curved in a sinful smirk, his hazel green eyes dark with amusement. “Say it, sweetheart. Say you don’t want us and we’ll let you be—maybe.” I clenched my fists. I wanted to tell them to fuck off—but my traitorous body? It was already betraying me.  My skin burned. My heart raced. My thighs clenched against the insufferable ache they caused just by existing. I lifted my chin, ignoring the heat curling low in my stomach. “I don’t—” “Liar.” The single word came from Xade, who had been silent until now. He was sitting in the professor’s chair, his crystal blue eyes burning into mine. He didn’t have to touch me. His voice alone was enough to undo me. He smirked, tilting his head. “You can fight it all you want, little wolf. But we can smell it.” Axel’s fingers traced the pulse at my throat. “Your heart’s pounding.” Kai’s lips brushed my ear. “Your body’s betraying you, love.” Dristan exhaled slowly, his gaze locked onto mine like a predator savouring its prey. “Your scent doesn’t lie, mate.” Fuck. My entire body was on fire. My legs trembled. My wolf purred in my head, eager to submit. I wouldn’t. I couldn’t. So, I did the only thing I could—I shoved Axel back, spun around, and tried to escape. I didn’t make it. Kai grabbed my wrist, yanking me back into his chest. I gasped, my palms slamming against his rock-solid torso. His golden eyes burned into mine. “Where do you think you’re going?” Axel was behind me now, his fingers sliding under my jaw, forcing my head up. “We’re not done with you, sweetheart.” Dristan smirked. “Not even close, mate.” "We're just getting started," Xade drawled. I was trapped. Caged. And the worst part? I didn’t want to run. ***************** Disclaimer: Cover mine, kindly do not use or replicate. Instagram: Baevidaa Join me on Discord: https://discord.gg/68t5Pv3Gmn BaeVida#7176

Under One Sky Rain Fell for Him, Fire Burned for Her --- *Setting: Elite college in South Korea — Arkan University — known for its secrecy, power, and privilege. The place where talents bloom, hearts break, and secrets destroy lives. --- Main Male Lead Name: Rivan Seo Age: 21 (Second-Year) Personality: Rude. Rich. Raw. He’s tall, sharp-jawed, with a lean muscular build. A beast in sports, genius in music, unmatched in looks. He’s known as “The Untouchable.” Popular, cold, multi-talented—but dangerous if crossed. Background: Only heir to the Seo Corporation empire. Hides a dark past no one dares speak of. Appearance: Piercing black eyes, tattoos down his left arm, always in designer fits. Hair slightly messy but intentional. POV Sample: > "People call it attitude. I call it survival. I didn’t grow up to be loved. I grew up to be feared." --- Transfer Male Lead (Hidden Genius) Name: Arian Mehta Age: 20 (New Transfer) Personality: Quiet. Gentle smile. Mysterious. Friendly but deeply private. From a middle-class background. He hides his intelligence behind a calm face. Background: Raised by a single mother, he came here on full scholarship. But no one knows he’s ranked top in international coding Olympiads. Appearance: Milky fair skin, always in minimal, clean clothes. Slight build, innocent features, rarely online. Eyes that read people. POV Sample: > "I’ve mastered the art of fading in the background. But that doesn’t mean I’m weak. I’m just choosing when to burn." --- Female Lead (GL Tie-In) Name: Hana Lee Age: 20 Personality: Bold, sharp-tongued, secretly vulnerable. She was Rivan’s childhood friend turned enemy. Appearance: Long dark hair, fierce eyeliner, always dressed in black. Her eyes seem to hide heartbreak. POV Sample: > "They say girls like me are dangerous. But the real danger is when I stop caring." --- Rivan's Gang (The “Aces”) Kai – Blonde, impulsive, boxer, hides bruises with pride. Minjoon – Hacker, sarcastic, loves chaos. Taeyang – Deep-thinker, poetic, smoker, plays cello at midnight. Yuri (GL character) – Soft but deadly. Her eyes never lie, but her lips do. --- Love Triangle Becomes Multi-Angle: Rivan falls for Arian, but denies it—until obsession consumes him. Hana still has feelings for Rivan, but starts getting drawn to Yuri. Arian is pulled into both—caught in the storm of Rivan’s fire and Hana’s mystery. thank you and I hope you like it

The Unseen: The Bride of the Night Synopsis: On the morning of her forced wedding, eighteen-year-old Asiya runs—not toward freedom, but into the waiting jaws of something ancient. Fleeing her father’s control and the ghosts of a past no one believes, she finds herself drawn to a mansion that shouldn’t exist—a place that breathes, remembers, and chooses its own inhabitants. Inside, she meets Rael: a cursed vampire-jinn prince bound to a dying house, abandoned by a runaway bride, and days away from losing his power forever. Desperate to survive, Rael offers Asiya a deal: marry him by contract, and he’ll protect her from the life she left behind. But this house doesn’t just shelter secrets—it feeds on them. Asiya begins to lose her memories. Whispers echo through the halls. And the bride who fled before her may not have escaped at all. As the house wakes, pulsing with wrath and longing, Asiya must unravel a century-old betrayal—and decide whether she’s a sacrifice, a savior, or something far more dangerous. Because in this house, nothing stays buried. And no bride walks away unchanged.

Abandoned at birth. Exiled through holy fire. Raised in the jaws of hell. Amon was cast into the abyss as a child — sacrificed by the Pope himself under the lie of “divine will.” Born with royal blood and labeled a cursed vessel, he was fed to the demons. But he didn’t die. He learned. He adapted. He devoured. Twenty years later, he sits upon a throne of bone, the soul of a demon king burning within him, his humanity twisted by betrayal and survival. Now, he is no longer just a man. No longer just a demon. He is something else. As war brews across realms and ancient powers awaken, Amon sets his eyes on the ultimate prize: The Key to the Human World. To reclaim what was stolen. To unmask false gods. To conquer both Heaven and Hell. Let the world beware — The soul devourer has returned.

His magnificently beautiful eyes looked into mine with possessiveness. I exhaled out a shuddered breath, and he grabbed my jaw. “This is not who you are to me, Isabella. And I want more than what we have. Understood?” The dominance in his tone was obvious, while his words sounded like a fantasy I’ve always dreamt of. More than what we have. More than step-brother. ______________________________ I, a 19-year-old girl, had always had a secret crush on someone I shouldn’t have. That’s right—it was none other than Achilles Roman, my stepbrother, who was two years older than me. I had kept my feelings dumped in a Tupperware box for as long as I could remember. But how could I control myself when he himself started making moves on me? And what should I do when I realize that he was nowhere near the Achilles I thought I knew? Read to find out.

You know, out of all the things that could have happened to me, finding out I've been Isekai'd into Murder Drones by waking up in the body of a drone kid who got his memory core critically damaged and lost his parents in the same attack that axed Doll's folks was not on the list of things I expected. Still, it's evidently what happened to me, and now I have to DO something about it. So. I have about 9 years before canon kicks off to prepare for the apocalypse, help Uzi and Doll work through all their issues and trauma, respectively, and figure out how my unhinged ass is going to be able to commit deicide, because as a robot I'm theoretically immortal, so screw anything that wants to cut that short. Queue my plan to cheat like the world is ending (because it will) by abusing the hell out of my meta-knowledge, downloading entire terrabytes of data on weapons, combat skills, and engineering, befriending the main cast so I can socially manipulate them into being better able to stop Armageddon, concocting plans to turn the Solver's Murder Pets, and generally do a Batman level of overpreparation in order to rig the game in my favor as much as physically possible, because goddamn, I REALLY don't want to die.

Mira Kim has three goals in life: survive her tyrant boss, avoid emotional entanglements, and one day watch Jeon Jaehyuk aka her boss to trip over his own arrogance. Mira’s job as an executive assistant to Korea’s coldest CEO is already a daily disaster- between impossible deadlines, sarcastic insults, and a boss who seems personally offended by happiness. But when a bizarre late-night incident flips her world upside down, she finds herself entangled in a secret far too ridiculous to believe… yet impossible to ignore. All she wanted was a raise. What she got was absolutely unhinged. Feathers. Fury. Feelings she did not authorize. One thing’s for sure, this is not in her job description. Note: Ladies and gentlemen, the entire story is told from Mira’s unhinged perspective. Buckle up.

"If all the Ancient Ones rise against us, I'll burn them all. If the entire world turns against us—I will set it ablaze. Nothing will stand in our way. Nothing!" - Achilles Adrastia Maxwell --- Death followed Achilles like a plague. Finding himself at his lowest point, he comes to realize how little value human life held as terrifying Advanced Humans and Evolutius Beasts waded across the Colonies of this World. About to lose the only remaining person close to him by falling into the jaws of an Evolutius Beast, a spark bloomed inside of him as the Evolutius Crystals he held disappeared, and he saw a distinct blue panel appear before his eyes! [Achilles Maxwell] [Assimilation]:: Organic Crystal(Evolutius Crystals)(3%)- Obtained qualities of Regeneration, Energy Conversion, Flexibility, and Light Manipulation  [Existence Corruption Value]:: 0% [Complexity]:: Negligible A simple spark. And yet the changes it brought…were limitless! In an endlessly vast post-apocalyptic world filled with futuristic Colonies that merged magic with technology, undercurrents surge from the depths of the World as even the Ancient Ones sealed many years ago begin to awaken. In the middle of all this, the terrifying power dwelling within Achilles leads him to question its origins, and the answer to this is something that resonates and leads back to his very bloodline. Ancient Ones. Advanced Ones. Ancient Bloodlines, and Unfathomable Lineages...anything and everything swirls into a storm of heavy proportions that will change everything!

Meredith Carter was once the pride of her pack—until the Lunar Curse marked her as wolfless, unwanted, and a disgrace. Humiliated, abandoned, and rejected by her fated mate, she thought the Moon Goddess had forsaken her. But her curse came with a cruel side effect—wild, uncontrollable pheromones that drove men insane with desire and disgust. A scent so intoxicating, it made her a target. The night she was cast aside when her pheromones spiralled beyond control, Alpha Draven Oatrun—the most feared and untouchable Alpha in the kingdom—claimed her instead. But Draven doesn’t want love. He doesn’t even want her. His reasons for marrying her have nothing to do with fate. Thrust into a world of ruthless politics, deadly enemies, and a mate who sees her as nothing more than a pawn, Meredith must fight to survive, reclaim her dignity, and uncover the secrets behind her curse. Because something is awakening inside her. Something powerful. Something… ancient. And when the truth is revealed, not even Alpha Draven will be able to resist what she becomes. Rejected. Cursed. Desired. Chosen. Will Meredith break free from her fate? Above all, what is this mystical force pushing her to start a war? — Excerpt: "You may have claimed me," Meredith whispered, her violet eyes burning with defiance, "but you will never own me." Draven exhaled a low, dangerous laugh. His golden eyes gleamed as he caged her in, his presence suffocating. "Own you?" His voice was velvet and steel. "Little wolf, I don’t need to own you." He brushed a strand of silver-white hair behind her ear—a touch so light, yet it sent shivers down her spine. "Because whether you like it or not…" His breath ghosted against her skin. "Your body already responds to me." Meredith clenched her jaw, ignoring the traitorous warmth pooling deep inside her. It was the pheromones. It had to be. "I hate you," she forced out. “Good,” Draven smirked. Because hate was just another form of obsession.

Sold by her father, Bella short for Arabella, was forced to live a life as a slave that would entertain the guests of the castle. The job of slaves were merely to be humiliated and to have as feast once they became a boring creature toward the guests. Arabella with her fierce attitude had only caused more trouble than good, although that helped her from being feasted by the vampires until her body dried up, the vampires also enjoy in harming her, toying with her, hoping to see that one day she would break. However she had caught the wrong attention by those crimson gaze, eventually being the toy of the one and only Mad Crown Prince of Versailles. Eventually this interest only cause her to be more tangled by the twisted and thorny battle for the Throne. Will eventually Bella concede and accept the Mad crown prince? Or will she finally succeed in running away from his grasp. Why her? *** excerpt*** Arabella felt her wrists stung as the shackle around her wrist jingled from the sudden pull. She then met with the icy red eyes that brood down upon her appearance, drinking into every inch of her figure as if he was studying her, even to how those breaths escaped her lips. "I thought we had bonded over the days we have spent together, Bella," he sang, his bright scarlet eyes betraying the singing tone he had used as it had grown so dark and filled with anger. "Yet you left so quickly as soon as I opened the castle gate." Bella gritted her teeth, her eyes glaring at him as she defiantly shook his hand off her face, "I can remind you if you have forgotten it, Your Majesty, I am kept here against my wish." Cassius' smile faded as he stared at her. The sudden pin-drop silence filled her nerves with tension as she found his smileless face the most terrifying sight. She had always known his fearsome side however, it felt scarier tonight. Bella tried to endure how loud her heart had raced against her chest, gathering her breaths together even though it remained shallow in his presence. "So cold," he muttered, his tone trying to tease her, but she could see the raw anger crossing his eyes. "You cannot run from me. Not after what we've done. Not after what you promised." Her heart faltered. She wasn't supposed to stay in this castle; she knew that the royal palace was filled with those vampire monsters who would kill for their desire, simply to have fun. She knew she should never give her heart to any of these monsters, and she had once believed she would never. But that was until Cassius came. She had made that promise because her heart had betrayed her, and she wished that she had never uttered that promise. Promises she had made to him on the call of love. Yet deep within her, a part of her still crave for him. "You're not the first one I have broken my promises with," she gritted her teeth and looked up at him, "I broke my promise the way you broke yours first, isn't it fair?" "Fair? Then was everything a lie, Arabella?" he murmured, his hands cupping her face, forcing her to meet his eyes. "You were mine the moment you entered my castle. And you will be mine until the very end." She gulped as his eyes shone underneath the moonlight, his gaze unforgiving over her, exposing his wild hunger. Her breath caught, her pulse quickening. "A human and a vampire should have never stayed together. They were all right." "I don't care," he spoke through his clenched jaw. "You're going to remain here by my side forever."

(TRIGGER WARNING: DARK THEMES AND MATURE CONTENT) Imagine being a powerless witch, the lowest of the supernatural food chain, when you're from a bloodline of some of the most powerful witches in the planet. Yeah. Tragic. But now on top of that, imagine finding out that you're the fated mate of some cold, ruthless Alpha King who's rumored to bath in the blood of his enemies and eat little witches for dinner. That's just bad luck at this point. But it's the life of Odessa Pierce. ––––– In a modern Earth torn by a century long war between the werewolves and witches, with humans stuck in the middle, Odessa Pierce's life is changed forever. She's unexpectedly chosen by the Alpha King of the North American region himself to be his BRIDE to seal a "truce". However, in a shocking twist, she discovers that she's mated to the ruthless Alpha King and now has to navigate her growing feelings for a man she thought she'd hate, while still trying to survive in a world that's out to eliminate her kind. As ancient prophecies and dangerous enemies arise, will she be able to pierce through the dark veil clouding the Alpha King's heart and make him accept her? Or will their forbidden romance ultimately crumble under the brunt of the secrets and revelations that begin sprouting? And what will be her role in this never-ending war? Follow Odessa and Kaelos in a dark, delicious ride filled with magic, lust, blood, and the kind of chaos only fate can create. ***** EXCERPT: "Odessa..." His whisper brought me back to reality, causing me to flutter my eyelids as I brought my gaze back to his silver eyes. "Focus. Tell me to shove it in." Argh, what's his fucking problem? "Since when do you care about what I think?" "I don't." He suddenly responded, causing me to clench my jaw. "If I wanted to, I'd simply tie you up without saying a thing and then fuck you until the entire pack hears you screaming my name. But..." He paused, his smirk turning into a grin as he brought his mouth to my ear and whispered. "... I want to see you beg for it. I want to see you grovel at my feet, pleading for the sweet release of me fucking you. The mate bond has heightened your sex drive, hon. And I'm the only one capable of taming it." ***** (This book is a 2025 WSA Entry. Your support is very appreciated! You can follow the author on Discord: @malachijayden.)

[Ding!] [Cashback System Activation Requirement Met!] [System Binding In Progress...!] [System Successfully Linked!] [Spent $1,000. 10x Critical Hit. Earned $10,000. The money has been transferred to account XXX-XXX-XXX] [Spent at least $1,000 on a beautiful lady. Received 1 lottery ticket. Do you want to use it?] [YES][NO] Kyle was a man that has never had any luck in life and he was on the verge of ending it all after being fired from his minimum wage job due to a customer's complaint which turned out to be a lie but due to the customer being an attractive lady, no one believed Kyle. To make matters worse, he had to pay for the damages that was caused by the customer. Beautiful people, they had it easy, didn't they? This was his last step and he knew that he wouldn't see tomorrow as he searched for a river to throw himself in. He thought his mind finally broke as there was no explanation for the Cyan Screen that popped up as he clicked the [YES] button. [You have drawn Charm!] [Charm: There is nothing the user can't charm his way out of or into! The universe has blessed you with charisma!] "Hahaha! I must have lost my marbles..." Kyle muttered to himself but his phone soon rang out to show that he had a notification. And to his surprise, he saw $10,000 sitting in his account and his jaw dropped. "THIS IS FOR REAL!!!"

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.

WHAT HAPPENS WHEN A DEVIL FALLS IN LOVE? *** Alice was told that she was cursed. Perhaps she didn't need to be told. It was as clear as day. The only thing she wanted was MONEY. And she would do anything to get it. Even if it meant pretending to be her twin sister to change her fate. For one year. She didn't mind being a fake and marrying the Wildfire Heir. He would barely be around, she had been told. 'He doesn't seem like much trouble,' she had also been told. 'The third son, on the other hand, is crazy. Stay away from him.' 'As for the second son... avoid him at all costs.' 'Do not cross his path.' But she did. She crossed his path. In fact, she went right into his path herself. And as if that wasn't bad enough, the groom was changed at the last minute. To the Second Son! He was as hot as he was cold. A terrifyingly sexy man who looked like the man she always saw in her dreams. Was this all merely a coincidence? But that wasn't all. She hadn't expected pretending to be her sister to be this tough. First of all, she missed a very important detail: her sister was a Lawyer. She, on the other hand, was only familiar with "You have the right to remain silent..." Secondly, her sister was picky. She was vegetarian. She didn't drink. And... she was bullied? And just maybe... there was more to her sudden disappearance. Her life was about to get much more complicated. Especially with those scary blue eyes watching her every move like a predator on a mission. One year. Was the benefit worth it—worth putting her life on the line to deceive the Wildfires? She might die before the year was over. **** "Women like powerful men, Boss. They like to feel powerless when they are with a man." Hades had initially scoffed, but the idea had wormed its way into his mind. So when he saw her coming from the opposite direction, he decided to test this theory on her. Women liked to feel powerless? As soon as she saw him, her gaze sharpened, wondering why that madman was looking at her with a determined glint in his eyes. Should she run away? But he was already in front of her. "What are you—" He scoops Alice off the ground in one swift motion and drapes her over his shoulder like a sack of flour. All shocked eyes turned to the scene, but no one dared say a word, as they froze mid-air. "HADES!! YOU IMBECILE! PUT ME DOWN THIS INSTANT!" She thrashes wildly, kicking her legs and flailing her arms. Hades, however, remains unfazed, carrying her out of the place with a triumphant smirk. He didn't believe in love theories, but he had a feeling she would be falling in love with him after this. At the other end, three of his underling watched the scene. "I think Lady Boss is enjoying it. She looks… happy." One noted. The other underling tried to stare intently at Alice's upside-down face. "I think so... I've never seen her look so bubbly around the boss." The third underling was watching, slack-jawed. He facepalmed dramatically. This wasn't what he meant when he told them women liked to feel powerless. Meanwhile, Alice... (Still screaming) *** EXCERPT II: "She is not answering your calls and told you to STOP calling her. Boss, I think your little bride might be mad at you." He snorted. "You are so clueless." "What's your insight, Boss?" "If she keeps rejecting my calls, it only means one thing..." They all leaned closer to hear his powerful insight. "She wants my physical presence," he said with a smug look. One of them wanted to say he didn't think so, but he was too scared to say anything. "Should I go. Should I not go?" He contemplated with a bored look on his face. "GRANT HER WISH, BOSS!" The other clueless henchmen echoed passionately. He smirked. "If you say so," and then he stood up. "Get the car." **** Pleasee add to your library. A bit of dark and fluffy romance. 18+ Comedic. Makes you sit in the edge as Alice tries her best to never get caught (quite futile) See you in the comment section!

"Block him." "He's technically still my boss." "Then block him with dignity." The call ended again. And then started again. I let out a sound somewhere between a growl and a sob, then finally answered with the enthusiasm of a snail crawling through salt. "Yes, Mr. Walton?" "Have you changed your mind yet?" I collapsed onto the towel and gazed at the sky as though it might consume me entirely if I pleaded sweetly enough. "Do you ever take a break?" I asked, shielding my eyes with one hand. "You're avoiding the question." "Because it's a dumb question." He exhaled, the sound sharp and irritated even over phone. "It's not a dumb question. It's a business offer." "It's a weird offer-one that I already said no to." There was a brief pause, and I could practically hear him clenching his jaw through the speaker. "You are acting unreasonably." " Unreasonable?" I sat up. "I'm not the one drafting fake girlfriend contracts like it's a normal Tuesday." "Isabella-" "Certainly not, Mr. Walton." I mimicked his tone perfectly. "I told you I'm not doing it. You need to find someone else to play pretend with." SYNOPSIS Isabella Miller thought saying no to her boss’s fake dating offer was the end of the story. But Adrien Walton doesn’t take no—especially not when he’s convinced she’s a gold digger. Suddenly, her student loans are piling up, her father’s vet clinic is on the brink of eviction and her brother is about to be kicked out of college. Coincidence? She thinks not. Adrien Walton is calm, calculating—and he's just pulled every string to corner Isabella into the perfect position. Now she’s stuck choosing between pride and survival. So she agrees to his offer: be his fake girlfriend. No feelings attached. No drama. Just business. Or so she thought. "Conference Room B. Fifteen minutes," he said, passing by without a glance. The folder he pushed across the table landed with a thud. I opened it. The contract. All of it. --- Enemies to lovers? Check. Slow burn? Hmmnyea. Banter so sharp it might file your nails? Yes. Delicious workplace tension? Of course. Tension that could melt steel?Absolutely. Smut?? Wanna find out? Welcome to corporate romance warfare. There’s no escaping this contract.

MATURE THEMES: Slavery …TW elements After her family is brutally murdered in front of her by the Vampire King, Zyren Blackthorn, for being hunters, Aria is left broken and devastated, desperate for death. Her world is shattered when Zyren, instead of killing her, claims her as his pet, dragging her away from her village into the heart of the central city. As a human slave, she is forced to endure his sadistic desires. Every night, he reminds her of her helplessness, but beneath his cruelty lies an obsession that burns with intensity. Despite her hatred and longing for revenge, Aria’s body betrays her, and she finds herself caught between a dark desire and her desperate need for revenge. Excerpt: Aria’s breath hitched as Zyren’s fingers traced the line of her jaw, his touch colder than ice, yet searing her skin with the promise of more. She should resist, should fight back, but her body betrayed her—shivering, craving the pleasure she knew he could give. “You thought I’d kill you,” Zyren murmured, his voice a dark purr. “But instead, you’ll belong to me. Every part of you will be mine.” Her lips parted to speak, but the words caught in her throat. The memory of her family’s blood staining her hands made her stomach churn as she glared hatefully at him. “Tell me,” he growled, his hands moving lower, pressing against the softness of her skin, “do you still wish to die?” She clenched her fists, tears threatening to spill, but her body trembled under his touch. “I wish for nothing but to be free of you,” she spat, but even as the words left her lips, she felt the hunger in her—a hunger she hated but couldn’t deny as she stared into his red eyes. A need to PRESENT herself to him and have him mount her…body and soul.

Crossers invaded the world and thrust Humanity into an interworld conflict. Humanity's instinct for survival was stimulated—rekindling the ancestral bloodline's legacy that lies dormant within them. Vampires, Elves, and even Demons were not mere figures of fantasy, but rather the true ancestors of Humanity in ages past. Thus, Hybrids were reintroduced to the world. Lucivar Asarafall, a man of humble origin—failed to awaken his bloodline. Despite his good deeds, his family loathed him. In his final trial, he swore to succeed, but fate intervened, and he was chosen as the monthly sacrifice for his city. In a near-death experience, his bloodline awakened, an Angel. A turning point in his life, but soon he realized that he was not the Angel he thought he was. In a world where the rulers were descendants of Dracula, the Dark Prince—or Chi Long, the Inferno King, the bloodline of malevolent beings from realms beyond mortal comprehension coursed through Lucivar's veins. While others became Hybrids, Lucivar became the messenger of Evil Gods, a False Angel. "Who cares about good or evil? If I kill someone wicked, it's a win, one less rival in my way. If I kill someone noble, it is still a win—the world would've consumed them sooner or later. So why not let it happen by my hand? After all, I'm more practical. I became stronger and you get a painless death, win-win" ——— Very manipulative and unhinged MC, be warned. He's a slave to the Evil Gods. A trickster God. An arrogant God. A chaotic God. A wrathful God. A puritanical God. Read to find who these Gods are! ——— 1 chapter per day (2,000~ words) Author Note: Not for those who want fast development from the start but if you want good characters, then this is your novel! Chapter 1 to 22 will be focused on the MC's descent to villainous but once it kicks off, you won't be disappointed!

In the year 2091, Earth ran on smart cities, drone deliveries, endless exams, and mild existential dread. Everything was boringly stable—until one Tuesday evening, the sky glitched. > “Ding! Population: 10 Billion. Phase 2 Initiated. Begin Cosmic Protocol.” And reality broke. Portals opened. The laws of physics updated. Every human—student, soldier, or sandwich vendor—was forcibly enrolled into a universe-sized game of classes, quests, and utterly unfair cosmic mechanics. This is the story of Everett Miracle, an 18-year-old who just wanted to pass his college entrance exams… but instead pulled the legendary (and possibly bugged) class: > Cube of Becoming. (Yes. An actual cube. No refunds.) Now, stuck between worlds and saddled with a sarcastic system, a semi-sentient cube companion, and a growing list of completely insane responsibilities, Everett must survive bizarre creatures, broken powers, and increasingly unhinged allies. The fate of the multiverse may or may not depend on him. He would really prefer it didn’t. --- Patreon: [miracle_cube123] Updates: Weekly/Chaotic/Powered by Snacks

Eons have passed since the prophesied godslayer met his demise. Yet, in a world reborn, whispers stir of his return, of a new man born from the remnants of an ancient prophecy. Kallen, destined to master the delicate balance between chaos and order, light and darkness, emerges to defy the very fabric of fate. Existence is a tapestry, one whole, connected, and indivisible. It is woven by the fabric of fate, spun with the strings of karma, and stitched with the threads of causality. Yet, within this unity lies individuality, and this individuality is the essence of existence. The manifestation of essence is Will. But what is a sparked Will against one akin to a raging inferno? What is a child before a mammoth? The conviction of a mortal before the boundless Will of cosmic beings? The answer is defiance!. A defiant Will, is what Kallen needs to liberate himself from the suppression every mortal endures from apex lifeforms. To live his life free, unhinged and on his own terms. But it takes a bit of crazy to be brave, and Insanity to be defiant. This is the story of a mortal breaking limits to achieve Apexification, to walk with his head held high and free in every corner of the universe. It is the irony of a slave who holds the reins, even as their chains bite deep. It is the cry of a heart bound in servitude, yet refusing to surrender its essence.

{MATURE} "I was scared!" she cried, interrupting him. "You're a married man, you have a wife now, and I didn't want to ruin that. I didn't know how you'd react. And I didn't want my children… our children… to be caught in the middle of more pain." He looked at her in shock, breath caught in his throat. "You just said… our daughter earlier," he said slowly. Yes," she answered. "Jasmine and Hanith. They're yours." Aaron's breath hitched, stumbled back a step, staring at her like he was seeing her for the first time again. "You told me they weren't mine," he whispered. "I lied," she admitted. "Because I was scared. I wanted to protect them. I thought if you knew, you'd take them away. And I also thought you wouldn't want them because you are married now." "Five years," he murmured, his voice barely audible. "I had children... and never knew." He clenched his jaw, struggling to process everything. "They are your children," she said softly. "And now your daughter needs you." ~**~ A single mother, Katherine Prescott was the perfect definition of a B3 classy lady—beautiful, brainy, and brave. She worked her ass off to ensure her children never lacked, building a name for herself while running from the unwanted attachment of the past. But when the past she thought she'd left behind the day she fled with her babies came crashing against the walls she'd built—six years later—everything she buried resurfaced. What if the forgotten spark and desires kept pulling her back into the very past she wanted to forget? What if her babies wouldn't stop asking about their father? Can she really give him a second chance at love… and risk losing herself to passion again? Aaron Knight was a celebrity. He never believed he'd see her again. But there she was—still breathtaking, still beautiful as ever. He wasn't letting her go this time. He would get her back, by hook or by crook. Two problems: he was married… and she was already a mother. #secondchance #billionaire #chasingherback #romance #adultromance #contemporarylit #singlemother

WARNING!!! -Explicit and Dark Romance- For years after Livana lost her sight, she lived in the gilded cage of her family’s expectations—engaged to the man chosen for her, confined to the shadows while he managed the empire her mother left behind. But blindness didn’t make her powerless. She heard everything. The whispers in the other room. The treachery in her fiancé’s voice. The betrayal woven into every conversation with her cousin, all caught by the devices she secretly planted. She had a plan to escape—one she’d crafted meticulously. Until her sister proposed something far more dangerous. Involve the Blackwells. Their family’s most hated rivals. The ones Livana had been raised to despise. And the man her sister suggested? *Damon Blackwell.* The arrogant bastard who had tormented her since childhood. The same man she’d once—*against her better judgment*—ended up in bed with after being drugged and set up. The idea was reckless. Madness. But the thought of burning her engagement to Knox to the ground, of watching her father and stepmother’s fury as she tied herself to their enemy? Delicious. What she didn’t expect was Damon’s obsession. He was ruthless. Unhinged. Exactly what she should have anticipated from the heir to the Blackwell mafia. But Livana was no damsel. If he thought he could control her, he was wrong. She had her own games to play. And this time, she wouldn’t be the one losing.

"Do you think sleeping with you once isn't enough after what you did to make me famous? Would you do it a second time?" Li Qingshen remained silent. Ling Momo pouted before biting her finger. "Ten times?" She asked. Li Qingshen still remained silent. Ling Momo tugged at her own hair. She clenched her jaw. "Twenty times?" Li Qingshen turned around to leave. Ling Momo was frantic. She stomped her feet. "Is twenty times still too little? You can't possibly want a hundred times." Li Qingshen smiled. "That'll do..."

Ye Muyu, an elite of a modern company, got married and had children directly after transmigrating. She became a talented scholar and the mother of two children, and she also found out that she had a husband who hated her very much. Not only that but there was also a reincarnated female supporting character, Tang Rou, who coveted her position. "Your position is mine, and I will be his rightful wife," Tang Rou uttered. Ye Muyu looked at the man in front of her who had a solemn expression on his face. She nodded calmly. "Sure." The man instantly became defensive. "You're my wife. Don't even think about leaving me behind. Other people will have to get lost." Her son wrapped his arms around her thigh. "Go away. My mother is a good person. If you bully her, I'll bite you to death." Her daughter grabbed her arm. "You're a bad person. My mother is the best in the world. If you say anything bad about her, I'll report you to the police." Tang Rou looked at the Ye family, who all seemed happy and content, and she secretly clenched her jaws. "This shouldn't have happened. Everything's changed!"

After losing both parents, Clara Morgan was taken in by the Windsor family—a household bound to her by an arranged childhood marriage pact. On graduation day, she witnessed Ethan Windsor, the heir she’d secretly loved for years, entangled with the prom queen in the home. Without a word, she walked away. Years later, fueled by quiet vengeance, Clara joined Hartwell Enterprises as the personal secretary to Sebastian Hartwell—the Imperial City’s most ruthless billionaire and its most untouchable bachelor. The night she succeeded in seducing him, regret flooded her. She sobbed and begged, but Sebastian refused to relent. He wired a million dollars into her account. "$1,000,000. Choose between contraception and abortion." Clara swallowed her tears. "Thank you, Mr. Hartwell." When Clara later tried to resign, Sebastian's jaw ticked. "Walk through that door,"he hissed, leaning across the desk, " I'll turn your entire existence into a goddamn nightmare." Then came the tabloid scandal: photos of Sebastian kneeling in pouring rain to tie Clara’s shoelaces, his designer suit drenched. His assistant asked, "Shall we bury the headlines?" Sebastian’s reply was ice-cold. "Pay every outlet to keep it trending—until she agrees to be my wife."