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She Be Mine The Color Purple

Netori SSS-Emperor: All Queens Shall Be Mine!

Adopted as a starving child, Wolf was taken in by the queen of Aestonia. She raised him to be a man of value and through his own efforts, Wolf even managed to overshadow her real son William. But with the king’s death, the two brothers must enter a competition to prove their worth against numerous other warriors. Only once they’d defeated them would the two face each other, and the result of their battle would decide the future king. But it would be tame if that alone was the reward, wouldn’t it? Thus, the victor must choose a queen from the crowd witnessing their battle, and for Wolf, the answer couldn’t have been easier. The queen, of course! He’ll have her–even if he has to defeat her true son in front of everyone! However, this is just the start of his many conquests for the whole is filled with opportunities and many such women to make into his queens! Note: This book is semi-realistic kingdom building with harem elements and the MC stealing other people’s women. None of his women will be stolen from him! He will steal from others only! Special Note: Uncensored character pics on my discord server, please join! Warnings: R18||Violence||BDSM||Heavy Netori Elements(Mc stealing other people's woman) [Note]: 1. None of the heroines will cheat on MC 2. It does involve MC stealing other people's partners - (Netori) 3. Semi-realistic partner stealing! Don’t expect him to steal everyone as soon as he meets them! 4. Any support especially gifts, golden tickets, votes, etc = more updates more frequently 5. Please let me know about any grammatical errors in any chapter through the comments. 6. No Yuri/Yaoi 7. Complaints about anything I've already warned about in the 'warning' section will be ignored. Connect with me here to keep up with the story's progress: Discord: https://discord.gg/JvdHxKekh2
Writersblockills · 20.9K Views

Mine Yes! : Forced to be yours Mr.Devil

"Forced to Be Yours, Mr. Devil" In the cutthroat world of business, Rudra Singhaniya, a powerful and enigmatic CEO, is known for his cold demeanor and ruthless decisions. But behind the successful facade lies a man burdened by past wounds and a life dictated by duty. Unbeknownst to the world, Rudra enters into a secret marriage with Anaya Malhotra, a young and innocent woman caught in the web of family expectations and societal pressure. Anaya, just twenty years old, finds herself thrust into a life she never imagined. Her marriage to Rudra is shrouded in mystery, known only to a select few, and kept hidden from the prying eyes of the public. While Rudra maintains a cold distance, Anaya struggles to navigate her new reality, torn between the fear of her husband’s icy exterior and the growing confusion of her feelings. As the media frenzy erupts over Rudra’s supposed single status and the shocking revelation of his broken engagement with Nisha Ahuja, the Singhaniya family must navigate the delicate balance of protecting their reputation while managing the fallout. The situation becomes even more complex as it is revealed that Nisha herself is secretly married to another man, Raj Chauhan, adding another layer of scandal to the already chaotic narrative. Within the walls of the Singhaniya estate, family dynamics shift as secrets are unearthed and alliances are tested. Komal Singhaniya, the matriarch, strives to maintain order, insisting that Anaya embrace her new role and move into Rudra’s room—a symbolic step towards accepting her marriage. However, not everyone is on board with this union. Aarav, Rudra’s younger brother, openly rejects the marriage, while Mr. Dev Singhaniya, the family patriarch, and Rudra’s grandmother stand firmly in support of the decision, believing in the strength of family unity. As the couple begins their life together, Anaya and Rudra are forced to confront the reality of their marriage. Sharing a room but not a bed, their interactions are marked by a tense coldness and unspoken emotions. Yet, beneath Rudra’s frosty exterior, there are glimpses of vulnerability and a hidden attraction towards Anaya that he refuses to acknowledge. Anaya, on the other hand, is confused and intimidated by Rudra’s aloofness, yet she finds herself drawn to him in ways she cannot explain. Amidst the turmoil, Anaya must find her footing in a world of power plays and hidden agendas. Will Rudra ever open up to her, or will his dark past keep him locked in a world of solitude? And can Anaya break through the barriers that surround her husband’s heart, or will their marriage remain a hollow contract bound by duty and secrecy? "Forced to Be Yours, Mr. Devil" is a gripping tale of love, power, and the complexities of human relationships. Set against the backdrop of high society and corporate intrigue, it explores the journey of two souls bound by circumstances, yet yearning for something more—a love that can heal old wounds and bring light to even the darkest of hearts.
PenolaS · 108.5K Views

Captivating the Princess's Heart: Die or Be Mine

Staring at the gun pointed at her head, Hannah felt as if she were watching all of her childhood memories. Cold sweat kept dripping down from the smooth skin of her back, making her quiver slightly. "Don't!" she yelled, tears pooling at the corner of her eyes due to being startled almost out of her wits. "S-spare me! Please spare my life!" she begged. Her beautiful eyes, which are struggling so hard as to not let a single tear of hers drop, are looking straight into Ivan's dark ones, looking as if she were pleading for her life. Looking back at her tearful eyes, a mischievous grin appeared on Ivan's lips. His handsome face has a devilish look to it, looking both extremely evil and elegant at the same time. "Why should I? Give me a good reason, and I might be willing to let you live," he asked without moving his gun away from her head. Hearing his words, Hannah's will to survive made her lie within a second. "I-I like you!" she stuttered. Hearing Hannah confess her feelings for him, the small smirk on Ivan's face slowly faded bit by bit. Ivan has indeed told her to think of a good reason for him not to kill her, but not once has he thought that the fair maiden in front of him would suddenly say those words. Withdrawing the gun that was pointed at the girl's head, Ivan placed it on the back part of his waist before he grabbed Hannah's soft cheek with his calloused hands. "You like me?" he asked, gaining a multitude of nods from the girl who was currently looking at the space behind him, avoiding his dark eyes. Unbeknownst to Hannah, a smirk much less mischievous compared to his earlier ones has once again appeared on Ivan's face, and with a wicked glint in his eyes, Ivan spoke. "Prove it" _______________________________________________________________________________________ One day, while she was on a blind date with the son of her brother's business partner, Hannah, the eldest young lady of the Salvador family got kidnapped without anyone knowing. She was brought to the mansion hidden deep within the dense forest on the top of a mountain, and there she met Ivan. The man who looks so simple yet dangerous at the same time releases deadly vibes in him. In her desperation to live, she uttered words that she didn't mean to say. She didn't think twice about saying such words in order to live, but who would have thought that Ivan, the man who smiles like a child while pointing a gun at her head, would take it seriously.
AshnelStar · 19.8K Views

Dare to Be Mine

She hadn’t expected to be cornered like this, not here, not now. His tall frame loomed over her, blocking any escape as he stood inches from her, pinning her to the wall with his presence alone. His hand rested just above her head, his fingers brushing the cool surface of the locker, creating a barrier that trapped her in place. Her breath caught, her heart thundering in her chest as she realized how little space was left between them. His eyes were dark, full of something she couldn’t decipher but desperately wanted to understand. He stared at her, not saying anything at first, just letting the silence stretch between them. She could feel her pulse race, her face flushing, her body frozen, even though she wanted to push him away. “What are you going to do about it?” he asked, his voice smooth, teasing, and filled with a challenge. There was something in the way he spoke, something that made her stomach twist with a mixture of confusion and excitement. She opened her mouth to say something—anything—but the words wouldn’t come. Her hands hung at her sides, unsure whether to push against his chest or hold herself back. She couldn’t tell if she wanted him to step closer or if she just wanted to run far away from the intensity that radiated from him. “Stop…” she murmured, but the word felt too weak, too powerless against the gravity pulling them together. “What do you want from me?” His lips curled into a small, almost predatory smile. “I want you to stop pretending you don’t feel it,” he said softly, his gaze never leaving hers. His closeness was suffocating, but in the most intoxicating way. The tension between them was palpable, like a storm ready to break. She could feel the heat of his body against hers, could hear the steady rhythm of his breathing as if they were the only two people in the world. She wanted to fight back, wanted to be strong and resist, but something in her—something deep inside—kept her rooted to the spot. He was her classmate, the guy everyone knew, the one with that effortless confidence that made all the girls swoon. And now here he was, making her feel things she wasn’t sure how to deal with. Her hands trembled, caught between pushing him away and giving in to the wild, dizzying pull she felt toward him. She was terrified, but there was also a spark of curiosity, of something she couldn’t quite control. “I’m not… ready for this,” she whispered, though her voice shook with uncertainty. “I don’t even know what you’re doing.” He didn’t answer right away, his gaze softening just enough to let her know that he was listening, that he wasn’t in a rush. He leaned in slightly, his breath brushing against her cheek. “I think you do,” he murmured. “You just don’t want to admit it yet.” Amidst the whirlwind of school friendships, and the pressure. Can anyone dare to be open to the possibility with someone who seems so unreachable?
Nero_Zone · 13.1K Views

The Rebirth of the Purple Phoenix

In a world ravaged by chaos and loneliness, John's life lacked purpose and meaning. The constant protests outside his apartment mirrored the turmoil within him, their noise a haunting reminder of the unrest he couldn't escape. Lost in unemployment and isolation, John sought refuge in virtual realms, where he could momentarily escape reality. Yet, his existence felt empty, like an abandoned canvas waiting for a painter's touch. With each passing day, he robotically navigated life, seeking something more. In an unexpected twist of events, a sudden explosion shattered his life, leaving him floating in a mysterious void. As panic threatened to consume him, an otherworldly voice offered him an enigmatic opportunity—to rewrite his destiny, to embrace a higher purpose. With unwavering determination, John accepted the offer, and a blinding light transported him to a new reality. His consciousness had returned, but his senses felt foreign, devoid of sight. Instead, he sensed momentous events unfolding—a significant figure being born, destined to become the emperor of a crumbling empire. John VIII Palaiologos, a historical figure tasked with confronting the mighty Ottoman Empire, was now the role he inhabited. As he grappled with his newfound identity and the weight of his responsibilities, he realized that his journey had just begun. The fate of an empire rested on his shoulders, and he was determined to shape history in a way that would bring hope and transformation to his world. --------------------------------------------- [Author Note:] Updates: 3-4 chapters/week *Miss me? Don't be, I'll be much busier than last time, but do try to write, somehow, I might be a tad below my chapters expectation for a couple of weeks depending on how busy I am.* Cheers!
lordgsh · 292.7K Views
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