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Running Away with the Mafia King's Twins

She is afraid of the darkness. He is the ruler of it. He is the darkness she fears. She is the only light he loves and crave. She is the moon. He is the dark night sky. And she is his. His darkest obsession, possession, and fixation. ISABELLA RUSSO had everything anyone could ever dream of: wealth, a loving family, and loyal friends. A perfect, peaceful life. But the peace crumbled the moment she saved a man, ignoring his warning to protect him from the darkness, not knowing that he was the DARKNESS. By the moment she realized, it was too late, as he had already set his eyes on her. Yet she prayed to never cross paths with him again, unaware that he had another plan and so did her fate. She wished to be and live happily with her loved ones. Yet it just took one day for all of Isabella's wishes and life to shatter into pieces. Death of her parents, betrayed by her best friend, drugged, she entangled with the very darkness she feared who came to save her—Isabella lost everything in just one day. With nothing left, she chose to run away with the vow to return for revenge. Five years later, she returns with the twins she never expected and with the desire and determination to take revenge. Never once did Isabella imagine the darkness, she thought had forgotten her had been waiting for her like a predator with a cage ready to ensnare his prey. NICHOLAS COSTA was the darkness. The nightmare everyone feared. The ruler of the Costa Empire and Italy. The most dangerous devil of all, the mafia king. He was the darkest night sky without a moon or light. He never needed or wanted either. Until he met her. The night she saved him; she brightened his darkness like a moon and melted his cold heart. She became his moon and his darkest obsession. Now he wanted her. He would have her, and nothing could stop him. Even if it meant burning the entire world, he would have her. His moon. [Mature Content] [The second couple is MM]
Sristystar · 161.9K Views

Dear Alpha King, Please Steal Me Away

Lily was a terminally ill patient who clung to her life with all she had, desperately hoping she could change her fate, but fate can't be changed that easily. Fate was... Set in stone. And so, she died after fighting for fifteen years, at the age of 20, only to be reincarnated into a novel and became Lilah, who just so happens to be the unfortunate twin who would not live past 21. It seemed like her fate was to suffer once more and die an early age. After getting nothing but bullying for as long as she could remember in that household, Lilah expected nothing and knew her end was a dreadful one in the hands of the vampires. She did not fight fate anymore. It was more like she did not have the strength to. But once they started to change out of the blue, showing her kindness and showering her with little affection, she began to feel her heart lighten up, and this built a shaky tower of hope in her heart. Hope that maybe she wouldn't need to meet such a tragic fate in this life. And that hope made her wish to live. She wanted to live. And she would, but all she had to do was run. And she ran... Right into the arms of the Lycan King, who was meant to take her sister away and live a happily ever after with her. She was unaware of who he was at first. She could see his heart, which was purer than gold, and was captivated. It was like love at first sight for her, and she surrendered to this man, pleading that he take her away so she would not end up with the same fate as the original character. Will this chance encounter lead them to a happily ever after, blind Lilah never dreamed of? Or will it only spawn more troubles no one thought of? "It's only a matter of time before everything falls into place."
Author_fredah · 30.1K Views

Grind-to-Cash System: Buy SSS Skills to Spam them Infinitely with Cash

"They Call Guys Like Me a Simp.” (Meanwhile, I’m out here living what their favorite MC only dreams about.) You ever notice how stories glorify the ones who feel nothing? The MC who never laughs. Never feels. Who plays women like chess pieces and calls it intelligence. He manipulates a girl? “He’s strategic.” He never opens up? “He’s mysterious.” He never flinches, never laughs, never lives — And you call that strength? Funny. Because to me? That’s just a prison in disguise. You see an “alpha.” I see a boy too scared to feel anything real. While they spend ten chapters monologuing about logic and sacrifice, I’m already making the Saintess scream, drenched in sin, halo cracked, legs trembling from truths her prayers never taught her. And I didn’t get there with cold eyes or control. I got there with laughter and chill. With warmth. With a grin and a hand on her thigh. I didn’t need to dominate her mind — I freed her heart. But that scares people, doesn’t it? Because readers trust the ones who suffer. Who stay quiet. Who kill without blinking and love without showing it. But me? I flirt. I laugh. I take hits and smile back, bloody and defiant, as if too weak to get angry. I don’t need to pretend emotions are weakness. I weaponize mine. Pleasure. Connection. Laughter. That’s my arsenal. And while your favorite MC is still calculating his next five moves, Trying to outwit death and romance like both are math problems, I’m already balls deep in the jade fairy — her sacred yin furnace clenching like it’s worshipping my shaft, her Dao Echo shattered into breathless moans, and her so-called cultivation path leaking down her thighs while she begs me to break her meridians again. You call that luck? Nah. That’s mastery of the three worlds. Because in a world that respects coldness, I came in hot. Where others manipulate, I connect. Where they posture, I play. Where they sacrifice, I seduce. So go ahead. Call me a simp. But while your genius MC is busy monologuing about destiny, I’m the one making goddesses question theirs — with a smirk, a touch, and no regrets. I’m not the hero. Not the villain. I’m just a simp… the kind who leaves your cold, emotionless MC’s woman dripping, ruined, and too stretched to go back to him.
Idiocrat · 120.3K Views
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