Coryxkenshin Snarled

**This book is a dark romance and contains abusive and mature content.** In a world where power and passion collide, Lily Anderson finds herself entangled in a web of deceit and desire with Ethan Blackwood, a man of enigmatic charm and ruthless ambition. Their tumultuous relationship is a battleground of wills and wits, where Lily struggles to maintain her dignity and autonomy against Ethan's domineering control. As they navigate through a series of encounters that test the limits of trust and betrayal, a question lingers in the air: Can love flourish in the shadows of manipulation, or will it wither under the weight of dark intentions? Throughout their journey, the dialogue between Lily and Ethan is peppered with moments of tension and revelation, offering a glimpse into the complex dynamics of their relationship: "I'm not finished," Lily glared at him defiantly, reaching for another bottle from the ice bucket. With a resounding crash, Ethan upended the entire bucket, his eyes darkening with barely contained fury. "Get the hell out of here, all of you!" He snarled, his face contorted with rage. How dare they ogle his woman like that? "You belong to me. Your body, your time, your very existence—all of it is mine to do with as I please," Ethan growled, his face mere inches from hers, asserting a claim that Lily vehemently resisted. "I don't belong to anyone," she spat, her voice trembling. "Least of all a monster like you." "You'll learn, Lily. One way or another, you'll learn your place," Ethan's lips curled into a cruel smile, promising a future of struggle and submission. "I'll do anything you want," Lily whispered, her soul fracturing with each syllable, as she made a choice that would change her life forever. "Because my name is Ethan Blackwood," he said, a statement that carried with it a weight of power and a promise of consequences yet to be seen.

Caelestis loomed over her, his gaze locked onto hers, his eyes glowing like embers. The heat from his body radiated against her skin, and for a moment, she could almost feel the weight of his anger pressing on her. “Lies!” he spat again, his voice rising. “I will kill you, Eleanore. If you ever try to do that to her again, I will kill you.” His words cut through her, burning with hatred and fear. Anger surged within her as she fought against him. She had never intended to hurt Stella, not once. The blame lay with the original owner of the body, not her. Why must she listen to these accusations? “I have no such intentions!” she shouted at his face, gasping to find breath. “Let me go!” Her foot lashed out, kicking him in the thigh, but he quickly pinned it down as well. Exhausted from her useless struggles, Eleanore realized she had to gather her strength and then perhaps bite off some skin from his handsome face. “You are just an obsessed man,” she snarled, her voice full of venom. “You don’t know how to treat a woman. You’re killing her!” Before she could finish, Caelestis silenced her with a violent grip around her throat. His hand tightened around her neck, cutting off her breath. Her wrists were free, but now her neck was caught, and every breath became a struggle. Panic surged through her as she gasped for air, her hands clawing at his arm in a desperate attempt to free herself. Caelestis’ true nature had finally appeared in front of Eleanore, and it scared her. She had already been afraid of him, but now the fear felt like it was gripping her very soul. She had seen cruelty before, but this—this was something darker, something unrelenting. _________ Eleanore's dull life ends abruptly in a traffic accident, only for her consciousness to awaken in a strange white void. Confronted with a translucent blue screen offering her a choice—to change the destiny of Caelestis Lancaster, the tragic villain from a novel she recently read—she hesitates. Despite his crimes, Caelestis was a character she couldn't help but sympathize with. Bound by a manipulative system that claims to guide her but seems to favor Stella, the novel's protagonist, Eleanore must rewrite the fates of everyone involved. As she struggles to save Stella from Caelestis' obsessive grip, she becomes entangled with this notorious villain himself. Hatred and tension ignite between them, and what starts as disdain blossoms into a painful, forbidden love. Note: This is a dark fantasy romance novel. A war between Love and Obsession.

For the past three years, Ariana Ari Harlow has given her all to her husband. The two of them got married because her sister chose to run away on the night of the wedding, as she believed the rumours that the Nelson Corporation was bankrupt. Ari loved Noah since she was sixteen, she thought it was her dream come true. However, she did not know that her sister had dug a trap for her, and it was not the beginning of her new life, rather it was her new hell. She was forced to give up her training as a doctor because the respectful Mrs Nelson could not have her hands covered in blood. Ari agreed. For the sake of Noah, she became a perfect wife who took care of her in-laws and husband. However, what waited for her was nothing but insults, her husband was ashamed of her and her mother-in-law believed that her sister, Ariel was well-matched for her son. However, Ari persisted. She thought that she would warm the heart of her husband one day. But she caught him kissing her sister! Heartbroken, Ariana decided to divorce her husband, but she somehow found herself entangled with Nicolai. The enemy and rival of her husband. They were not meant to be together. But Nicolai doesn’t seem to care about the odds stacked against them. In fact, he was determined to break into Ari’s life and set everything on fire. In his drunken stupor, he once held her by her throat against the wall of a dingy pub, “You can deny it all you want princess, but you want me.” His eyes raked over her heaving chest and his eyes darkened, the red appearing unhinged, possessive as if he wanted to wrench her soul out of her body and embed it in his own. “Bet if I take a peek, you will be dripping wet for me.” Heat flared up Ariana's cheeks as she snarled, “Shut up.” “Make me,” said Nicolai as he smashed his lips on hers. His kisses burned into her soul, and his warmth seared her skin every time they touched. She thought that her biggest mistake was getting entangled with Nicolai. However, Ari soon realised the hard way, Literally, being wanted by such a beautiful nightmare was much worse than a mistake. And things turn complicated when her husband finds the truth about everything. “Shoot me in the heart, Ari,” said Noah as he brought the gun's nozzle where his heart lay. “Because a life without you is one that I don't want, so either kill me or come back. I beg of you.” Now that Nicolai had given her a choice, would Ari fall in love with him and jump into a life of nothing but danger? Or would she go back to her husband, Noah, whom she loved ever since she was sixteen? And would Ariana avoid the danger that lurks in the dark, waiting for her to make a mistake and lose everything dear to her? Would she find the key to all the secrets that tied her to Noah and Nicolai as well as her twisted fate? ******* Excerpt: “It's all about money, isn’t it? Take it and get lost,” He shouted while throwing the black card at Ariana’s face. Ariana couldn’t believe her ears when she heard her husband or her future ex-husband humiliate her like this. Three years. Ariana Harlow gave Noah Nelson, three years and yet when she caught him kissing her elder sister, Ariel—— this was what he said to her. “I am going to divorce you,” Ari declared and left. She left penniless but Ari stumbled into Nicolai. The enemy and rival of her husband, the Mafia prince of the Lonest City, a notorious bastard known for his violent tendencies. The ill-fated meeting placed her in Nicolai’s path, and just like that he set his eyes on her. The first time they met, Nicolai asked her to invite him to dinner. The second time, when they met, he handed her a million dollars. The third time when they met, he declared, “You will look good in my arms, what do you say princess?” ********

The footsteps sounded closer, and closer, and closer, until he faintly heard Siri's voice welcoming someone into the house, but before he could open his eyes to see who it was, he felt a large hand gripping his neck, his legs were locked tightly between much larger ones, and, he felt the cold metal of a gun placed directly on his...gun. Zeno quickly opened his eyes from instincts, ready to fight off his attacker, but the moment he did so, he was met with mesmerizing dark grey orbs, staring dangerously at him. The face of his attacker was too close, he couldn't make out his features, but he knew they were sharp, even from a closed look. He didn't bother fighting, he didn't want to lose his junior member down there, and his Nana still expected grandchildren from him. He couldn't disappoint her. "Who. Are. You?" The voice of his attacker was so deep, dark, and commanding. Zeno was a fighter, but he felt a chill run down his spine from the sound of the voice. The hand around Zeno's neck tightened, but he endured it, he was a fighter. Judging by his attacker's looks and actions of confidence, this was his boss. ~~~ After losing his parents and being faced with an unbelievable medical bill; Zeno Evander finds himself working as a Manny for a mysterious Billionaire, but it doesn't last long, after almost being killed by the Mafia billionaire, Zeno swore never to return to that place again. But after a week of escaping the Mafia billionaire, Zeno finds himself kidnapped and Blackmailed into signing a year's contract as the Mafia's Manny and bodyguard. Could Zeno escape his evil and monstrous boss? Or would he be consumed by him? Consumed by the forbidden passion he felt build up between them? Would he risk his life just to experience the burn of forbidden love? After the betrayal from his family, ex-wife and friend five years ago, Sebastian Orion became a totally different being. He became cold, aloof, and dangerous as he rose to become the most feared Mafia king of the underworld, and everyone who heard his name shivered from fear. He distrusted everyone and hated any form of human relationships, building a thick wall around himself. But, not until his son's manny came into the picture. Zeno irritated him in every way, he hated the mere sight of his bodyguard and would have chosen to kill him if not for the sake of his son. Sebastian always tried to push Zeno away by treating him in the lowest way possible. But when the contract was coming to an end, were his feelings still the same? Or did he suddenly realize that it wasn't only his son that needed Zeno? ~~~ "What are you waiting for? Leave!" Sebastian snarled bitterly. He would have to speak with Butler Nicole to find out why he brought back this stupid clown to his house. He had just returned from yet another trip, just to find this nuisance in his house again. He hated Zeno so much, he was classless and looked extremely dangerous to be near his son, who knew if he was sent as a snitch by an enemy? "I'm sorry, boss, but I can't," Zeno said and stood his ground. Leaving would mean he wanted his Nana to die, no, he'd rather stay here and take all punches that came his way, he was used to it. "What?!" Sebastian couldn't believe that such stupid people were still existing in the world. "I can't leave," Zeno repeated.

Samantha never expected to find magic in her hometown, let alone in a dimly lit bar on a rainy Tuesday night. Yet here she was, perched on a barstool at the Black Swan, her world about to tilt on its axis. The air thrummed with an otherworldly energy she couldn't quite place. Ethereal dancers moved like smoke across the floor, their bodies fluid and mesmerizing. As Samantha nursed her drink, she felt the weight of curious stares prickling her skin. That's when she saw him. Marcus. A name she didn't know yet, but one that would soon be etched into her very soul. Their eyes locked across the crowded room, and Samantha's breath caught in her throat. He moved with predatory grace, all lean muscle and barely restrained power. Their first interaction was as intoxicating as it was bewildering. One moment, he was her gallant protector, rescuing her from an overly aggressive drunk. The next, his eyes hardened to chips of ice as he snarled, "Stupid girl," before melting into the shadows. Samantha's mind reeled, but her body hummed with an excitement she couldn't explain. Little did she know, this encounter was merely the first step into a world beyond her wildest fantasies – a realm where vampires ruled the night and pain blurred exquisitely with pleasure. As she delved deeper into this hidden society, Samantha found herself drawn to the intoxicating blend of power, submission, and supernatural allure. The crack of a whip, the whisper of leather, the exquisite sting of fangs – each sensation pushed her boundaries and ignited desires she never knew existed. But with every ecstatic high came the sobering reality of danger. Vampire politics were as deadly as they were intricate, and Samantha soon realized she was a pawn in a game where the stakes were life, death, and eternal servitude. As she left the Black Swan that night, Samantha couldn't shake the feeling that she stood on the precipice of something life-changing. She had no idea how right she was, or how deeply she would fall into a passionate, dangerous dance with forces beyond her imagination. The real question was: in this world where pleasure and peril intertwined so intimately, would she emerge empowered... or lose herself completely?

“I can feel it lightly.” She said. Her voice was soft and blunt like the sound of a goddess, he hated the undeniable effect that it had on him. “Feel what?” He grunted. His Curt tone did not make her falter, instead she continued. “Your pain.” She answered. “No one can feel my pain!” He snarled fiercely at her. “I can.” She insisted. “It’s Dark, Intense and Cold. it’s Suffering.” He had to admit inwardly that her words were close to accurate. She lifted her hands to him. “Let me give you a moment of peace….” ********************************** Locked away from the world, Selene, the cursed daughter of the Dark King, knows only shadows and despair. Then, fate intervenes. Drawn by an irresistible force, Alpha Zephyr, a warrior scarred by a brutal attack orchestrated by Selene's father, discovers her in a river that borders their territory. He uncovers a truth that threatens to shatter both their worlds: Selene is his fated mate, a forbidden love that could ignite an ancient war. Can Zephyr overcome his hatred and embrace the forbidden, or will the weight of the past consume him and tear their worlds apart? As Selene discovers more to herself than she ever imagined, her world once bitter and empty becomes filled with growth and a chance at Love. Will she warm up to her chances of growth or will she remain soulless and Ice Cold?

[This Story Takes Place in a Now Discontinued Version of the Story "Avatar Lives: The Sole Ascendent"] Focus. Don’t think—just move, Subra told himself, adrenaline sharpening his senses. The twin moons above cast an eerie silver glow on the ever-changing maze of labyrinthine walls. This was no dream—it was a test, a trial unlike any other. One night, while asleep on Earth, Subra Fitz’s consciousness was ripped away and thrust into an alien world. He wasn’t alone. Billions of others had been summoned, each plucked from their lives and thrown into a series of trials to determine one thing: who would ascend as the god of Cronis—a world now teetering on the edge of destruction after its deity’s demise. These trials weren’t a place of beauty and hope. They were a battlefield of survival, where twisting mazes housed deadly creatures, and alliances were as fleeting as the stars in its endless skies. Subra, an unassuming young man, must now rise above the chaos, pitting his intellect and courage against impossible odds. In this realm, magic courses through every fiber of existence. From shimmering trees whose roots pulse with otherworldly light to creatures whose very presence defies Earthly logic, Cronis is as awe-inspiring as it is dangerous. Subra’s weapon of choice—a Wind Blade—is as unwieldy as his resolve is fierce. It’s the only thing standing between him and the snarling wolf-like hybrids that roam the maze, their teeth sharp enough to pierce even enchanted armor. But the Trials aren’t just about combat—they’re about strategy, sacrifice, and morality. Can Subra outthink the cunning figures who lead this competition? Can he trust anyone when alliances are tenuous, and betrayal is a matter of survival? In this action-packed, magic-infused adventure, Subra fights to become more than a survivor. He fights to claim the divine throne of a godless world. The Trials will test his mind, body, and soul—forcing him to decide how far he’s willing to go to wield ultimate power. For fans of The Hunger Games, Sword Art Online, and Mistborn, The Trials of Cronis is a gripping tale of determination, betrayal, and destiny. Follow Subra Fitz as he battles creatures, uncovers secrets, and walks the razor-thin line between humanity and godhood. Welcome to Cronis. Your trial begins now.

"You said....you would always treasure me," the grandmaster smiled weakly, blood gurgling in his mouth as he gripped the blade that was firmly embedded into his chest. "Do...you like destroying the things you treasure, Chi Cheng?" Chi Cheng's eyes blazed with murderous intent, his lips curling into a snarl as he twisted the blade further into the Grandmaster's chest. "In all your perfections, dear Grandmaster, loving me was your greatest flaw." ************* Jing Ling was a celestial beast who was on the run from his brethren and had been banished by the Celestial Realm for his crimes and treason against the supreme courts. He sought refuge in the body of a deceased child from the Chi Clan in the mortal realm. Raised in the identity of the child, currently known as Chi Chengxin, he faces challenges related to his complex cultivation skills after seventeen years. Thus, Chi Chengxin sought solace in the affections of Han Yijun, a senior disciple of the Northern Ice Sect, despite the rumors about his lack of aptitude and the shame he brought to his clan during his new life. Chi Cheng's father enlists him as an Ice Sect pupil in the hopes that the Grandmaster of Ice will see his potential. And the idea of being with Han Yijun at last brings him joy. However, the charming and kind Han Yijun gives in to the pleasure of another, and on the first day of his arrival, he is betrayed and suffers heartache. But the Grandmaster, who is charmed by Chi Cheng but constrained by his oaths and obligations, has a sense of affection that heals his damaged heart. And Chi Cheng, using the Grandmaster's favour and love to his advantage, is more eager than ever to get revenge on Han Yijun. But Chi Cheng's nightmarish past become linked with his drive for vengeance and his mischievous actions that put him in danger. When he learns of the Grandmaster's true intentions, Chi Cheng becomes conflicted between his heart and mind. Is the Grandmaster a man he should love in the first place? But how can one love the man who intends to kill them? Read the story to find out! ********* Note: The story doesn't follow an omegaverse trope but there is a factor of mpreg much later in the story. join my discord server to chat with me: find link under my profile cover picture is ai made by me

In one swift motion, he caught her by the neck, his grip unyielding. Lara snarled and thrashed, but Killian’s strength was overwhelming. “You foolish, useless wolf,” Killian growled, his voice dripping with disdain. “You think you can defy me and live?” With a cruel smile, he threw Lara against a nearby tree, the impact shaking the ground beneath us. Pain tore through me as I felt every blow she endured. Lara tried to stand, but Killian’s foot pressed down on her, pinning her to the ground. “You’ll learn your place,” he hissed. “Both of you.” My body began to shift again, the pain unbearable as Lara was forced back, and I returned to my human form. Lying on the ground, broken and bleeding, I looked up at him with all the hatred I could muster. “I hate you,” I whispered, my voice barely audible. Killian’s expression didn’t change. And then, darkness consumed me.

In the glittering world of Manhattan's elite, two souls are bound by an unholy pact - a marriage contract forged to save their respective family legacies. Kiara Davis, a beautiful but traumatized orphan, agrees to wed Mike Robinson, a ruthlessly ambitious billionaire with a soul as cold as the steel in his skyscrapers. "I don't love you," Mike snarls, his icy eyes raking over Kiara's delicate form. "This is just business." Yet amid the dizzying power plays and dizzying wealth, blazing desire ignites between them like a wildfire. Mike finds himself craving more from his beguiling new bride than just her virtue. And Kiara discovers there is fiery passion smoldering beneath Mike's unfeeling facade. But their white-hot consummation could unravel at any moment when dark secrets and sinister agendas are unleashed from the shadows. Mike's depraved father and twisted half-brother join forces to destroy everything he's built. "You were a fool to cross me, son," Robinson senior hisses menacingly. "I'll bury you just like I did your whore of a mother." An undercover seductress from a rival company ensnares Mike in a dangerous erotic trap. And an old trauma surfaces from Kiara's past, threatening to splinter her fragile psyche once more when she whispers: "The girls...they hurt me again." In the ultimate power struggle between ruthless ambitions and pure desires, who will surrender first? Amidst the grandeur and cutthroat stakes of New York's billionaire playground, Mike and Kiara must choose - embrace their all-consuming love...or let it consume them both into sweet oblivion. Brace yourself for the sumptuous, high-stakes romance of the year in this tantalizing novel about passion, obsession, and letting yourself burn for love.

“You said you would leave me alone!” She snarled into his direction. “What the fuck are you doing in my bedroom?” “Pleasuring you.” He cooed before raising his shiny fingers, “Look how you coat me. How wet you are, Leah.” She stared at the glistening fingers in the moonlight. Gulping at the sight of them, she sighed wearily before turning her eyes to him, “Lea-Ahh..” she moaned as he plunged his fingers inside, one by one, leisurely with no hurry, making her her legs quiver. “God..” “God?” He whispered against her ear, “No god, sweetness. Just me.” . ****** It was a dream to live like Leah Adams. And it was something she wished for once every day when she looked at her classmate. It was just a wish, a little thought she had. Until it came true, quite literally. The opportunity was thrown in her lap by no one other than Leah’s Adams father. She had to behave like his daughter, study like his daughter and rule a school like his daughter would. But with her broken mind and spirit, it was easily said and done especially when she had no home to go back to. The home that was burned forever. ***** Dark romance. You have been warned.

In the stillness of the evening, a sudden, deafening thud shattered the tranquil silence. Zarah’s father, recognizing the uninvited intruders, attempted to flee, only to be seized and brutally beaten by two brawny men. Her mother and sisters watched in horror as their beloved patriarch choked on his own blood. From the shadows, a sinister figure emerged, brandishing a cigarette and cloaked in a woolen coat. "You've ignored my warnings, and now you expect me to show mercy?" He snarled, standing over Zarah's father as he pleaded for his life. "I gave you plenty of time to pay back what you owed. But you ran away with my money, your family, and my cocke." "Please, please, we can work this out!" Zarah's father begged, spitting blood from his battered mouth. The man shook his head, his cruel smirk widening. Too late, amigo," the man sneered. Without hesitation, two gunshots rang out. Zarah's eyes fluttered open, the world a watery blur. What she saw silenced her forever. Her father's head was bashed and bleeding, her mother's stomach torn open. A scream ripped from Zanah's throat, tugging at Zarah's heart. Tears streamed down her face as the horrific realization set in. They were gone.

"You're sitting on my chair, idiot!" I growled at him, I know I was stupidly brave with no backup. "Sweetheart, your place is here" He said in a seductive tone, patting his thigh. "You..." I gritted. He slowly stepped into the moonlight, instantly recognizing him "God of Death" I muttered faintly. "Don't compare him to me. I don't take souls when their time is done but enjoy the souls that are offered to me to satiate my pleasure" He snarled "And now you can't escape from me" My breath hitched. "Who the hell are you?" I demanded He pulled me towards him, crushing my body with his. Lazily with an impend butterfly kisses down my throat, and I struggled in his tight embrace. "I'm the hell himself, baby. I'm The Devil you seek, My Queen" With that he crashed his lips onto mine. ~*~*~*~*~*~ Will it be a twisted fate or a fated twist for them? ~*~*~*~*~*~ "I'm no HERO, You shouldn't have treated as ONE" RUDRA VEER PRATAP RATHORE - 'Tainting this world red was never my intention but an obligation for finding her'. CEO of the Rathore.Inc, King of Jodhpur, and God himself sculpted the 'Devil Of the Sins'. One decision flipped his destiny, Everything shattered beyond his grasp. Yet he will still choice that path to have her. His beast of Darkness turned into the Demon of Hell, together searching for their Master, their Queen. She was meant to Kill Him but one spark was all required... "I'm the Devil, My Queen" ~*~*~*~*~ "Princess is my Title, Monster is my Nature and I'm your Fucking Nightmare" LILITH ISHA ROMANIO - 'They say I'm a psychopath but I preferably say that I'm creative' Sussex of Spain, Queen of the Underworld, and Angels crafted her bit by bit from the pits of hell to eradicate the Devil created by God. At one point wiping out the forced Sin of Lust was her main priority, In the next second she, herself was attracted to the God of Lust. Like the Icing on the cake, He was God himself, 'God of Death' that she was tantalized. "This is my Hell bitch and I Make the Rules" ~*~*~*~*~

Emmie’s heart pounded as the figure rose from the shadows, thicker and grayer than before—a far more earthbound and sinister version of the one he thought he’d conquered. The sparkling light from the crystals above seemed to be sucked away, leaving a suffocating emptiness. Even the sound of his friends’ breaths around him grew faint, their voices—one of concern, another of reassurance—muffled echoes through the cavern behind him. Yet he knew he had to press forward, deeper into the darkness, and face this alone. For now. The figure stepped closer, slow and deliberate, its glowing eyes radiating an icy malevolence. “You think you’ve overcome your fears?” it hissed, its voice sharp and grating. “That was nothing. I am the fog inside you—the one you ignore, the one that carves at you.” Emmie swallowed hard, forcing himself upright despite the shaking in his legs. “I’m not afraid of you,” he said, summoning courage he didn’t fully feel. “I’ve come too far to turn back.” The figure’s laughter crawled down his spine. “Brave, so brave… but so foolish. You’ve barely begun to uncover the truths buried in your soul. Your doubts, your regrets, your anger—they feed me.” For a moment, Emmie faltered. The words clawed at wounds he’d tried to ignore, stirring his doubts: Could he truly protect his friends? Were his choices enough? The darkness seemed to press closer, suffocating him with its weight. But then he remembered Mira’s voice, full of faith. He thought of Amara’s bright laughter and Cory’s unwavering support. They had believed in him when he couldn’t believe in himself. “Maybe I do doubt,” Emmie admitted, meeting the figure’s glowing gaze. “But those doubts don’t define me. My friends believe in me, and I believe in myself.” The figure’s eyes narrowed, frustration flickering within. “Conviction alone won’t save you,” it hissed. “Your friends are far, and here, it’s just you and me.” It raised its arm, and the shadows coiled into smoky tendrils, striking toward him. Emmie dodged just in time as they slammed into the ground, shattering the stone and sending shards flying. His heart raced, his footing unsteady, but he pushed himself upright. A faint light flickered in his hand—small but wholly his. The figure laughed, mocking him. “Is that all? A tiny flicker? Pathetic.” Emmie clenched his jaw. “It’s enough,” he said. “This light is everything I fought for, everything I believe in.” The figure snarled, and the darkness surged again, crashing against Emmie’s light. Straining against the tide, he closed his eyes and steadied his breathing. He thought of his friends, their unwavering faith, and his purpose. The light steadied, burning brighter. At that moment, he heard their voices—Mira, Amara, and Cory—calling to him. The sound reignited his resolve. As their light joined his, the shadow recoiled, its form shattering under their combined strength. The figure’s voice echoed as it faded: “This isn’t over, Emmie. This is just the beginning.” Emmie stood firm, unwavering. “I’ll be ready. Let’s finish this.”

In the third week of dating Finley Garcia, Victoria Young overheard him yapping: "That so - called true - born daughter the Young family dug up ain't got no love from 'em. I'm just messing around with her, for kicks." "Back when Victoria first strutted her stuff back into the Young family, she had a wicked allergic reaction to pineapple on day one. And it was her two older bros who pulled that stunt on purpose, just to show her who's boss." Victoria didn't waste a second and dumped Finley flat. She also cut all the strings tied to the Young family. Finley didn't give a hoot. Victoria was just a washed - up rich chick that nobody would give two cents for. He was dead sure she'd come crawling back to him sooner or later. But then, news hit the streets that she'd tied the knot with another dude. Finley lost his marbles. He guzzled booze until he puked blood and banged on her door like a madman, his eyes all red and wild, hollering, "Vicky, dump that guy and let's get back together..." Well, he sure didn't see this coming. When the door swung open, there was this big - shot guy with major swagger. His collar was a bit loose, and he had some real suggestive red marks on his neck. The guy snarled, "You got a death wish or something? Try messing with my wife again and see what happens."

"Once upon a time..." "There was a young man named Fionn." "He was the king of the Hyperboreans, a civilization that thrived in the distant north of the world, where peace and harmony reigned beneath skies of eternal frost." "One day, during one of his habitual walks beyond the walls of his grand, crystalline castle, Fionn heard a peculiar sound—a sharp squealing that pierced the stillness of the white forest surrounding his domain." "Startled and alert, he gripped the hilt of his regal sword and followed the noise, his boots crunching softly over snow-dusted leaves. As he pushed through the pale foliage, the source of the sound revealed itself—a girl, cornered by a thur." "The creature was monstrous, towering over both the girl and Fionn himself. Its thick, gnarled skin was the color of ash, mottled with scars and patches of coarse, dark hair. A pair of jagged tusks jutted from its wide, snarling mouth, and its eyes glowed faintly, like embers in a dying fire. Long, sinewy arms ended in clawed hands that could snap trees like twigs, and its breath came out in ragged, steaming huffs, filling the air with a stench of decay." "The thur growled, advancing on the girl with a lumbering gait, its massive frame causing the ground to tremble faintly beneath its weight. Every instinct in Fionn's body screamed at him to flee, but he stood firm." "Drawing his sword in one fluid motion, the king lunged forward. With a single, decisive strike, he felled the monster, its roar silenced as it collapsed into the snow." "-Are you all right?- Fionn asked, his voice steady but gentle as he turned toward the girl." "But she didn't respond. She didn't even look at him." "Fionn frowned, puzzled by her silence. Perhaps she was too shaken by the attack to speak, he thought. Yet, something else caught his attention—something even more peculiar." "Her skin. It wasn't the pale, snowy white of the Hyperboreans. It was... pink. A soft, warm hue unlike anything he had ever seen." "-Ehm... I know this might sound a little inappropriate, but... where are you from? You don't look like anyone from here,- Fionn ventured cautiously, hoping for a reply. But still, she said nothing." "-Wait!- He suddenly realized, his eyes widening. -Could it be that you don't understand me?-" "If she didn't respond because she didn't know his language, then she couldn't be from Hyperborea—or even anywhere nearby. But where else could she be from? Beyond Hyperborea, there was only the vast, unending sea... wasn't there?" "-Could it be that she's from one of the other Nine Worl—- Fionn's thoughts were abruptly interrupted as the girl rose to her feet." "She stepped closer to him, her movements deliberate but strange, her expression unreadable. She—Oh!" ~Ronf~ ~Ronf~ ~Ronf~ "Looks like Artair is already asleep..." The mother lowered the book gently, a warm smile on her lips as she gazed at her son's peaceful face. "He must have played a lot today. I usually read him more of the story before he falls asleep..." Leaning over, she placed a soft kiss on his forehead. "Good night, my little Artair." With a quiet sigh, she tucked the blanket around him even more snugly than before, then rose from the bedside. Extinguishing the torch that lit his room, she left, closing the door behind her with care. In the dim stillness of the house, she paused, looking out through the small window at the darkened village. Her thoughts turned inward as she whispered to herself: "I hope, at least, that you'll be able to live a life free from war..."

Leon had always been an unlikely romantic. Beneath his imposing frame, tattooed arms, and reputation as a street fighter, he hid a secret: a love for romance novels. In a room cluttered with stuffed toys, bookshelves stacked with novels adorned with delicate covers, and a cozy pink pajama set with pandas, Leon was lost in another world. His rough exterior belied a softer side that very few people had ever glimpsed. For Leon, life was full of contradictions. Despite his soft-hearted nature, he had been caught up in the gritty life of a gangster since he was a teenager. It wasn’t something he had sought out, but trouble always seemed to find him. With a face that looked like it was sculpted for brawls, people tended to assume he was a delinquent. Rejected by peers who feared his intimidating looks, and drawn into a gang when no one else would accept him, Leon had played the role assigned to him, even if it wasn't the life he truly desired. Then, one night, during a gang war that should have been like any other—full of swinging fists, snarling threats, and rules about keeping it to fists and blades—a gunshot echoed. Leon felt a searing pain in his head. The world tilted, then everything went black.

"Prophecy"!, the old man snarled, "fools believe it, a pity even the self appointed wise sages believe the future is certain so long it has been foreseen" He laughed, a dry throaty laugh that seemed to vibrate from his very core. He paused for a while and rasped with an accompanied cough, spitting out a thick phlegm. He was truly old, an ancient to be exact but his death as foreseen thousands of years ago was a sham, a useless rambling of fools, ramblings people thought to be words of prophecy. He alone has the right to doubt the words of the prophet for he alone had lived and seen the desolate era.

In order to keep her father's beta status, Freya's stepmother forces her to marry Fenris, the Alpha King who has been in a coma for three years. Everyone in the pack is looking at her funny. Unexpectedly, Fenris wakes up unexpectedly shortly afterward. Upon awakening, Fenris goes on a rampage, snarling, "Even if you're pregnant with twins, you don't deserve to be my Luna, give birth and leave my pack!" Freya left the Shadowfang pack with their genius twins. A few years later, the genius twins looked at their father, "Back then, you said their mother wasn't worthy of being Luna?"

I stood at the summit of the most absurd comedy, in a sleek, modern mansion, living a prosperous life filled with joy, only for it all to vanish in an instant. “What are you waiting for? Lucia, take your suitcase and leave. Disappear from my sight!” The man was my father, a figure who once loved me, before the blonde woman stood by his side. “From today, Anderson is no longer your family name. You are no longer my daughter!” He disappeared behind the tall black gates, leaving me with the disgrace of a situation I couldn't comprehend. A familiar, mocking laugh pierced my ears. I turned to see Emily's sneering face. “Well, Lucia? Do you still not believe how easily I influenced your father?” She stepped closer, reaching out to touch my dark hair. I snarled in anger, dodging her touch, and grabbed her face, scratching it fiercely. “Aww!! Help me! Let go of me, Lucia! Damn it!!”

[Mature content] ........ The rough kids were starting to annoy Harley. They should have died yesterday when they wanted to harass a Velvet, the new girl in their school. And today, probably, they would die. Harley was standing behind, and infront of the racks that contained books, when Reid had come to appear from the sides, along with his ugly friends. They gnashed their teeth in frenzy excitement while holding baseball bats. They must have smuggled it from wherever they belong. And they started to close in. “Come to the dark side, Harley. We would make a great team, hm? ” Reid a boy with jet black fauxhawk hair told her. Flame tee shirt , shorts, and reigning shoes, he wore. “ It would only take your feral dog type to join in the team.”were her blunt, dull words, dripping with venom that at the moment, poisoned his heart. Reid's eye twitched again in anger. This was the second time Harley was calling him an insane dog and it made his blood boil. Then, the girl's lips curled,“ What you gonna do? Bark?” That was it!! Reid swatted his bat for a hit, that he missed. The next attempt, and she caught hold of his bat hand to kick the air outta him... Reid flew over to crash into the rack behind him. Books fell and hit him, and were strewn over. “ Yaa!!”Ugly number two turned toward Harley to hit her that he missed with a step at her side, where it hit one of the racks that the impact of the bat to collide with the wood, so mighty that it left a fresh dent mark on it. Now, Harley was sure not to let that thing touch her, or else... Now, the next person was quick to appear at Harley's side so fast that when Ugly number two, had swatted his bat again, it hit him to unconsciousness. “ You'll pay for that!” he snarled. He lunged at Harley who held his arm instantly,that he screamed as she began to twist it, to dislocate his bone from his shoulder. He then sprawled on the floor and wailed in so much agony. “ Eddie!” Reid screamed,he glared at the girl, ” Fucker!" “ Kids!!” Mr Salmon Creek who was the kid's counselor, yelled at the pre-teens who were clawing at each other. Neither of them, however, paid heed to the counselor, as both were driven to the edge to injure, or worst, kill. “ The rest of you, back to class!” demanded the blonde counselor at the kids who were not involved but we're standing idly to watch. They soon, dragged their feet at his command, leaving fewer crowd behind that contained Harley's friends that were naughty. "Enough!!!” Mr Salmon tried to stop the fight. But Harley was madder to think about stopping. Her face was wrapped in rage likewise Reid. Reid slammed Harley to the wall and went down to finish with her. Wrapping his hand round her slender neck for a strangle, Harley felt her breathing hitch. A sudden groan left his lips on feeling the pain of Harley's hit at his groin. And Harley switched their position swiftly to slam his head against the wall. Reid cursed in a little bit of disorientation but yet, got up to fight. Dodging several attacks of the boy, Harley kicked him where he slammed open, the back doors of the library, his back hitting the mirrored glass hard before falling face flat where the impact alone had caused it to crack... As he slowly rose, Harley kicked him in the jaw and pulled him up to his feet before slamming punches at his face till her knuckles were bruised and coated in his blood. The next move had been unexpected as Harley had twirled to kick him, sending him to hit the glass once again before it'd finally shattered open with Ried to fall off through the huge flaw. Silence filled the library after gasps of terror had left the children's lips and Mr Salmon's jaw dropped. Harley had openly murdered someone.

On a full moon night, a widow prowls through the Village of Hunks, her predatory instincts sharpened by the darkness. "They rascals, they think I am a fragile woman," she snarls to herself, her lips curling into a sinister smile. "Little do they know, I am a werewolf. Tonight, I hunt." Approaching a house, she raps on the door, her delicate facade hiding her true intentions. "Please, open the door," she calls in her sweetest voice, her eyes gleaming with anticipation. But as the moments tick by, there is no answer. Frustration boils within her, and she pounds on the door once more. "Why won't they open?" she growls, her patience wearing thin. Finally, a voice from within cuts through the silence, sharp and dismissive. "What's the problem? Just fuck off already," it barks, sending a thrill of excitement down her spine. Licking her lips, the widow's gaze hardens as she realizes the potential feast awaiting her. "Such a manly voice," she murmurs, her hunger rising. "He'll make a delicious meal." And with that, she prepares to unleash her true nature upon the unsuspecting inhabitant of the Village of Hunks. But as the night unfolds, their encounter becomes a battle of wills with unexpected consequences...........

In this new Series based off of, “The Ritual - The Moon Queen Book 1” fall in love with the story of Nike. An exciting, steamy, story of love and blood shed, that will make you get lost in her world as she goes through life with the God of War. — “You’re mine now, Nike. Every part of you, belongs to me.” His large hand bracketed my throat and he pushed me harder against the wall. “Your lips, mine,” he pressed his mouth against mine. “Every inch of skin, mine,” he kissed me roughly again. “Every hair on that precious head of yours, is mine.” Now his kiss was softer, he moved our lips together slowly, and pushed his solid chest closer to me, as if it were possible. “Every moment your eyes roll back in pleasure, is mine. Do you understand, little wolf,” he was almost snarling, but it wasn’t mean. He was holding himself back, trailing kisses down my neck, to my already marked collar bone. Ares pulled my waist to his now, holding my leg around him. Every part of me wanted him, “yes, Ares.” He gave me a devilish smirk, his red eyes looking back and fourth at mine, “good.” My heart rate sped up, and I searched his eyes for any hint of his next move. He took a moment to push stray, strands of my hair behind my ear and over my shoulder. The realization of what he was doing hit me, and my breaths started becoming short, and fast. He placed a few more gentle kisses over my shoulder. His hand cupped my face, holding my jaw and he moved my head to the right. Before I knew what was happening a searing hot pain raked through me. Like I had fallen into a pool of boiling water, my claws extended and dug into his chest and bicep. He groaned, but it sounded more pleasurable than pain.

She had to keep her true identity hidden and trust only a few people. But some secrets are always meant to be revealed, some fates are not meant to be changed. Can Kara Cahill accept her fate and let the prophecy run its course? ■■■ Out of the woods, wolves emerged, snarling and growling. Kara sighed. "Without knowing who I am, she made this move. I wonder how it would be if she knew who I truly was." She whispered to Klaus and stepped out. The snarling wolves' sound covered whatever she was saying so she couldn't be heard.. "You will not treat me like a fragile glass." He nodded but grabbed her hand first and said, "I've seen what you can do. Changing into a wolf partly. You will teach me when this is over." Nodding she replied. "Okay. But you'll tell me about anybody who is a somebody in the pack and out." "Deal, now let's kick some wolf butts." He grinned and they were back-to-back. The first wolf attacked and Kara slammed her arm into its jaw. It bite her and drew blood. "No more nice new girl." Her eyes flashed white for a second and she attacked. Her speed could not be matched and the onlookers couldnt look away. She slammed jaws and her nails left marks on the faces of some of the wolves. She was a sight on the field. Careful not to kill anyone, Kara pushed the last person the the ground and stood snarling. Klaus howled and patted her on the back. "Mad skills you got." His smile was wide as his eyes twinkled. Mara clapped dramatically and narrowed her yes at Kara. She sneered. "I agree, you can move... against amateurs."

Chef Zoe Kim, hired by the (dead) heroine from the book she read once, entered the novel and possessed the body of a side character to do one job: save the abandoned Crown Princess. But in the original story, the character that she possessed died at the hands of Duke Isaak Viotto--- the ghoul duke. Yes, GHOUL, a creature that eats human flesh. Regardless of what the duke is, she can't avoid him because he's the key to her success. Luckily, she just knows how to get to his good graces. 'THE WAY TO A MAN'S HEART IS THROUGH HIS STOMACH,' right? She's a chef and the ghoul duke has an awful eating habit. And she's about to fix that, With the help of her lovely pastel pink chef's knife, she's determined to feed Isaak Viotto until he's wrapped around her finger. Wait, no, that's excessive. The last thing that Zoe needs is a ghoul duke obsessed with her (god-tier cooking skills)! *** [ORIGINAL BOOK COVER. Artwork commissioned by sola_cola from Artist CJ.] *** (EXCERPT 1) [I didn't expect to meet Isaak Viotto, the ghoul duke, as soon as I entered this novel.] Scratch that. Zoe should say that she didn’t expect to find him in a dark alley, but there she was. Isaak Viotto was crouching down in the corner while holding a dog. Considering the fact that he had his mouth wide open as if he was about to bite the dog, it was obvious that she just interrupted his meal. He only closed his mouth when he felt her presence, then he turned to her. [Oh no, he's hot!] Isaak Viotto snarled, baring his fangs at her. “What are you looking at?” “Your violet eyes,” Zoe said without thinking. “They look yummy.” “Huh?” “I like putting violet pansies in my salad,” she explained. “They’re delicious.” He just looked at her as if she was crazy. She knew that Duke Isaak Viotto was a GHOUL and ghouls, apparently, eat human flesh. But... [Dang, he's really hot.] “Give me the dog,” Zoe told the ghoul duke. “I’ll make you steak tartare in return.” [So, how did I end up in this situation again?] *** (EXCERPT 2) “You shouldn’t be too rough on animals even if you plan to eat them,” Zoe lectured the ghoul duke that she caught in the middle of trying to eat a dog--- alive! “There’s a humane way of taking their lives, you know?” Isaak Viotto, the ghoul duke that allegedly eats human flesh, just looked at her with glowing violet eyes. “You’re not scared of me,” he said bluntly. “Are you not afraid of getting eaten?” “Literally or sexually?” “What?” “What?” Zoe asked back. “I thought we were flirting.”

"I promise you Lilian, I won't stop till I kill every single vampire in this existence '' These words came from Amelia, she was at the cemetery at the grave of her little sister. She's a werewolf from the Rodriguez family, unlike all other werewolves, she was special, she was said to be blessed with the moon goddess thus giving her a whole different power level. She was donned in her normal assassin suit, a white shirt, skinny trousers with a red belt, and a red hooded cape accompanying her suit. She looked up at the full silver moon, its rays bestowed on her, her eyes turned white, her fangs elongated out slightly. Then she dashed away. ……… At a party ground, creatures were seen, due to their pale white skin, and unnatural red eyes, one could tell they are vampires, they were having a blood feast, they danced while sipping out the delicious blood from their victims, the atmosphere was not a pleasing one, red smoky aura filled the vicinity. Abruptly they heard a snarling sound, they all turned and behold it was her mysterious Werewolf. "That will be the last celebration you'll ever have, for your time has run out in this world" She voiced out with such boldness and fierceness. Her wood was on, as her long brunette hair, dripped out, extending beneath her breast, her face wasn't a friendly one, looking at her eyes was a terror, her razor sharp claws were out, ready to cause a massacre. "It's you again! attack her!" The head vampire ordered his fellow, they all bolted at her with superhuman speed. Amelia gave a battle stance, then a faint smile appeared on her face, revealing her evil intentions. She leaped up very high, as the glory of the full moon showed behind her, she landed with a slash on a vampire's chest that turned the creature to ashes. …….. Amelia was an average woman, she was born in a family of wealth, as her father Mr Rodriguez owns one of the biggest companies in manila. The moment she was born, a prophecy came, that she's the Divine Werewolf, the one destined to kill the Shaitan Vampire, the one whose soul was imprinted on it the devil's mark. But Amelia'a loving heart turns to lust for vengeance, when a vampire killed her little sister, she was eight years old then, they were playing in the garden, when it happened, ever since she had sworn to hunt down Vampires with her powers. But her life once again experienced light when she fell in love with Aiden, a staff in her dad's Company, finally she had a reason to be happy. But disaster came when she discovered he was a vampire, not just any Vampire, but the Shaitan Vampire, and even Aiden had no idea of who he was, her dad and the entire werewolf clan was totally against her love, Aiden is a good person, but his newly discovered self was a curse. Will Amelia choose her love over her duty or will she have to eliminate him, to fulfill the prophecy. ……. "You have to kill him now Amelia, before he transform into a full flesh Vampire" "But Dad! I love him" "Love has no place at this point, he is the cursed Vampire, the lord of the night, king of darkness, master of hell and god of the deceased had placed his mark on him, he is the Shaitan Vampire……….

Amelia a young woman living a quiet life, suddenly finds herself thrust into a world of mystery and intrigue when she receives a dangerous request from her dad to marry a stranger. not knowing that he is a cold-hearted Mafia boss who doesn't care about anyone. Luca a dangerous mafia boss and CEO of a successful company doesn't care about anyone After a terrible accident that happened that took away the life of his parents and only sister, he became a mysterious and dangerous devil. He thrust at full speed, making the bed below grunt "uh-huh! he shouted "enjoy it sweetie" he snarled seductively "or else he whispered frowning tracing a straight line across my throat-otherwise meaning or your dead. this novel involves lots of sex scene if you are not comfortable please skip.

My breath hitched, her mismatched eyes meeting mine. Her golden cat eye matched the scarlet reaper’s eyes, her white hair brightening to match the various oranges and reds of my eyes. Bruises covered her skin, a defiant snarl curled on her determined face. Lowering my feet, something was about to happen. All four elements swirled in her broken soul, her immortality capturing my eyes. There was no way another immortal existed, my glass of water spilling the moment I leaned onto the table. Silent tears slid down her cheeks, her inky fingernails extending into claws. My cock stiffened at her five foot seven hourglass figure, my eyes tracing the diamond chain bikini as it draped over her flat stomach. Another desire brewed in me, something telling me to take her now. Whispering something in her ears, low growls rumbled in her throat. Shaking off her hot temper, she stood straight up. “I am Ellasandra and I am excellent at cooking and cleaning. I am the wife of your dreams. Besides, I am a virgin after all.” She chirped with a false smile, her thighs rubbing together. “I have prepared a dance for you. Please enjoy!” Pressing her palms together, a scarlet circle glowed underneath her. Every step of her seductive dance unlocked another gate, the audience none the wiser.

Grey Adulwulf is the Alpha King of Skies pack, with an unfortunate tragic past that made him into the successful, ruthless and powerful Alpha King that he is today. He hates humans with so much passion and has vowed to kill them if he ever comes across them ever again. Unfortunately for him, something tragic unexpectedly happens that turned everything upside down and caused irreversible damages, and the person believed to be behind it turned out to be a human, who coincidentally turns out to be his sought after mate named Lorenzo D’Angelo, whom he rejected and imprisoned. Enzo’s life was rendered miserable after that. The two men hated each other with so much passion, that it burned brightly like a candle in their hearts, morphing into lust and tugging them towards each other despite everything, making Grey– a supposedly straight Alpha King, to feel things he’d rather not feel. This is a story filled with hatred, scotching desires, and so many dark, dark secrets, along with nending misunderstandings, families’ disputes and an unexpected twist that changes everything fast and plunges Lorenzo in the midst of the whole mess, with no one to save him, but Grey. ——•——•——• EXCERPT •——•——•—— My fingers melted into the pale softness of his skin as I glided my hands over his hips to grasp his thighs. Everything about him was so soft, it drove me crazy cause I never expected a male’s skin to feel as soft as clouds, until him. He laid pliant in my bed, and his smaller, fisted hands were obediently splayed at the sides of his head as he regarded me with wide blown eyes, while his teeth dug into his full bottom lip– a set of lips which I’d never tire of tasting. I tightened my grip on his thighs and parted it slowly, and at once, a strong whiff of the ocean and flowers hit me right in the face, pulling a throaty groan right from my guts. As my eyes roamed over every inch of him which was bared before me right now, I almost snarled from the onslaught of possessiveness that settled in my chest. Mine. Mine. Mine. That was all that rang in my head as I lowered my head till I was brushing a kiss at the underside of his thighs while stifling a growl in his meaty skin, because the urge to sink my teeth into his creamy skin and claim him got more intense at that moment. I parted his thighs even more, almost bending him into two, because I was a greedy bastard who wanted to have it all. The rosy bud which had me hypnotized– was glistening delectably, as if calling out to me. Entranced, I watched as a drop of colorless slick slowly trickled out. “Alpha…” The voice was soft, breathless as it pierced through the lust filled haze I was trapped in. When I finally tore my gaze away from the enticing sight in front of me, my gaze locked with Enzo’s. He was leaning on his elbows, blinking large eyes down at me while color dusted his cheeks in a pretty shade of pink. “Why are you looking at it like that?” He voiced out tentatively, color filling out his cheeks even more, and I almost cooed from how cute he was. “D- don’t look! It’s embarrassing.” He added on a whisper as he averted his gaze bashfully, and I got the sudden urge to growl once again, because there was no way this gorgeous, gorgeous boy doesn’t know just how irresistible he currently is. No way at all. “Oh, doll… why am I looking at you like what? Like you’re a meal, hm?”

"Hey get back here!" "Where the hell is she?" I heard loud voices screaming outside the mansion and I got dressed Immediately wearing a blue shirt and black jeans. "What in the world-" a blow landed on my jaw, I stumbled backwards grabbing my bruised jaw. That was one heavy blow. "Tell me where is she?" the girl asked. "where is Jazlyn?" "Who the hell are you and how did you get in?." I growled out. I was still yet to recover from the injury Jazlyn caused on my face and now this one, this girl could really punch why am I surrounded by crazy women. "My name is Aimee bitch!. Now tell me where did you keep my friend. Where's Jazlyn?" she demanded. Ohhh Aimee shing Jazlyn friend. "I don't know and how did you get in?" I asked again rubbing my sore jaw, I am sure there will be bruises. Aimee folded her hands looking away nervously. "I damaged the gates." she replied quite embarrassed. "With what?" "My car dumb ass!" she snapped. "Don't ever in your life call me that understand." I threaten her making my voice much deeper than usual, she trembled a little under my touch I smirked. "Where is Jazlyn?" she asked in a small voice. "She is fine." I ended the conversation and left. "But she..." I spinned so fast grabbed her by the neck. "I suggest you keep your mouth shut I am in no mood for a chitchat understand." she quickly nod looking away and I let go of her neck. "Sir you have visitors." my butler called. "Who?" I snarled. "Genevieve Julio." I froze my heart thumped so fast that it became hard to stand. The quade what are they doing here...