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The Obsessive Male Lead Is Actually Scary

I used to think obsessive male leads were kind of hot. You know, the intense stares, the undying devotion, the way they’d burn the world for the woman they love? Swoon, right? Wrong. That fantasy went up in smoke the moment I woke up in the body of Sonia Mitford. The heroine of The Crimson Devotion. The first obsessive romance fantasy novel I ever read. The one that ended on a mysterious hiatus. The one with Marius Wittelsbach, a charming, possessive psychopath who thinks an ankle shackle is a love language. Now I’m trapped in a velvet-draped prison, shackled to a bedpost like some porcelain doll in a gothic fairytale. And Marius? He’s worse than I remembered. Sweet, soft-spoken, and utterly unhinged. "You don’t need to be afraid. I’ll take care of you." Translation: I’ll murder anyone who blinks in your direction and serve you tea over their corpse. "Anyone who bothers you... anyone who looks at you the wrong way... I’ll get rid of them for you." I thought I was playing the role just fine. Smiling. Nodding. Pretending not to be horrified. But then, plot twist. Alessio Slovene, the forgettable side character, walks in looking like a golden retriever knight and drops this bomb: he’s actually the crown prince in disguise. And he’s been investigating Marius. Finally, a lifeline. Maybe. Because people are vanishing. The body count is rising. And every time Marius kisses my forehead and calls me “Nia,” I feel one step closer to becoming the tragic heroine in a blood-soaked love story. Obsessive male leads aren’t dreamy. They’re terrifying. And I might be in way over my head.
author_lyse · 109.5K Views

Darling: Don't Open That Door

My lips were tightly shut. My expression—blank. As if I didn’t understand the meaning behind his gaze, now sharper than ever. His fingers traced slowly along my jawline. The motion was calm. Measured. Too careful to be called affectionate. “So naive,” he whispered, barely audible. “Your breath... unchanged. Even your heartbeat is steady.” He leaned in. His lips brushed the skin beneath my ear—warm, but not seductive. A mere distraction. “These eyes... don’t lie. But they’re not completely honest either, are they?” His left hand slid to my back, tracing down my shoulder blades, then lower—to my waist. And stopped. Still. As if checking something. “Do you realize...” he continued, his voice soft yet piercing, “...of all the people who’ve seen my darkest side... you’re the only one who didn’t run.” I stayed silent. Just blinked once more, then gave a faint smile. “And why would I run?” My voice was light. Playful. I even let out a small laugh, more like a sigh. He didn’t laugh back. His gaze remained deep. His hand still touched my cheek—cold, scented with metal and leather. And then I... ...smiled. Genuinely. I leaned up slightly, raised his face gently with both hands, and kissed his cheek. The kiss left no mark, just a soft sound: chu — sweet, innocent. Almost like a child trying to show love. “Oh! You must be tired,” I said lightly. “I only made fish soup tonight, but the cuts are... kind of a mess.” I tugged gently at the hem of his shirt—playful, affectionate. Pulling him to hover directly over me. I slowly lay back on the bed, though my feet still touched the floor. My gaze never left him—looking up from the most vulnerable position. “But don’t ask why the cuts turned out so ugly,” I added with a small giggle. “Because earlier, the knife—” “The knife?” He interrupted. Flat voice. I nodded slowly, my eyes still bright. “Yeah, it’s so heavy! Where did you even buy it? Sharp, scary... but cool. Like... the kind used by a serial killer! Hehe~” For a few seconds, his expression shifted. Not angry. Not bothered. But... something changed. As if his mind had just collided with a memory that should’ve stayed locked away. Then, still calm, he said: “Don’t use that knife again. You could get hurt.” His fingers slipped into my hair—gentle, yet cold. “Tomorrow, I’ll give you a new one. Something that suits your hands better.” Then his lips lowered again. To my neck. At first, it tickled. But it quickly turned into something deeper than clumsy affection. Our breathing grew uneven. His body pressed heavily over mine, making the bed creak with every move.
Civia_Writes · 1.3K Views

My Alien Boyfriend Lives Next Door

My Alien Boyfriend Next Door: Seventeen-year-old Zoe Miller's life in a quiet, ordinary town is anything but normal, especially when the mysterious Vian family moves in next door just before senior year. Zoe, a quirky loner with a secret obsession for alien conspiracies, is immediately drawn to Asher, the new family's impossibly handsome, quiet, and intensely observant son. Their connection is instant and undeniable, fueled by an inexplicable pull Zoe can't understand, and a potent, biological mating bond that Asher, an alien from the advanced Vian civilization, struggles to hide. As their secret romance blossoms—from awkward shared meals, to quiet study sessions interrupted by Zoe's suspicious Sheriff father, David, and finally, to a first kiss on a trampoline—Asher finds himself falling irrevocably for Zoe. He reveals his true identity and the truth of his family's fugitive status from their own rigid Vian High Council. Their love deepens, cementing their mating bond, and when Zoe discovers she's pregnant with a hybrid alien-human child, their lives are thrown into high-stakes chaos. David, meanwhile, has been meticulously investigating the Vians, his lawman's gut screaming something is wrong. When he finds explicit messages between Zoe and Asher, his fury erupts, leading to a public confrontation. In the aftermath, Asher's parents, Elena and Ryan, desperate to protect their son and their anonymity, attempt a memory wipe on Asher. But the completed mating bond proves stronger than Vian technology, and Asher's memories (and his knowledge of the baby) are restored by Zoe's touch. Now fully aware of the escalating danger, Zoe discovers David has contacted Area 51. With her mother, Clara, as her heartbroken, secret confidante, Zoe makes the agonizing choice to run away with Asher and his parents. Their escape is desperate, constantly threatened by specialized government units and the terrifying onset of separation sickness if Asher and Zoe are apart for more than a day. The stakes skyrocket when David, unable to let go, uses a burner phone to trick Zoe into a meeting, leading to her capture. At the clandestine facility, David makes a horrifying discovery: his daughter is pregnant. Shattered by this truth, he chooses his daughter and unborn grandchild over his mission, orchestrating a daring escape. The reunited family, now with David as an unlikely ally, embarks on a desperate race to an ancient Vian pyramid, the only place capable of a memory reset that will erase all human knowledge of them. "My Alien Boyfriend Next Door" is a story of extraordinary love, sacrifice, and the enduring power of family, proving that even across galaxies, some bonds are truly forever.
Karinakarina · 3.3K Views
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