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Jamie lowered himself so that his face met mine. "Are you stupid?,” he spat, cocking his head to the side. 
"Jamie!” I rushed between gasps, "you're hurting me." 
Pulling my head forward a few inches, he then slammed it back against the wall. My ears began to make a sharp ringing sound, and I had to close my eyes in order to try and silence the pain. Isobel Tully accepts her abusive relationship as something that's meant to be, a karmic consequence of her past. When she meets a kind stranger, she's reminded of her first real passion in life and why finding it again might just take her to where she's really meant to be, and who she's meant to be with. © All Rights Reserved.

"Wow,"mumbled the prince. He had never seen such a beauty which was covered with the whitish skin, lips with a crimson hue, and eyes which were enough to challenge the shape of a cock's comb leaf. Her face's ratio was impeccable, he looked at her as if all her qualities had taken a toll on the prince's heart. Dear reader, from the above written scene from my novel, questions like:.... arises in your mind. Who is the beauty which has taken a toll on the prince's heart ? Who is the prince, What is his name? How is the two people mentioned above different or similar from each other? To answer all this questions that had taken birth in your mind, you need to read the novel: In a hunt for the enthusiast I bet you are gonna love it, until the updated chapters come, Keep reading. Keep loving.

This is the story of a popular idol girlfriend, a yandere junior, a beautiful senior, a cold-faced classmate, an angelic pure and lovely sister, a taciturn but gentle and virtuous mother who are all conquered by a big-cock junior... This story basically has two main characters: [1-Xia Wenxue, The one who becomes NTR, 25% MC] [2-Ye Shengge, One who does netori, No romance or attachment, all just sex slaves 75% MC] You can consider any one as MC, it depends on your desire. grammar quality is bad, only those who like to read. ---TAG--- R18 - Netori - Mature - Smut - incest - rape - blackmail - group - Threesome - foursome - hardcore - Ghosts - Milf - etc. Discord link:(photos of the characters and random photos of R18 from the chapters) --- https://discord.gg/zq4eYgb8 ---

Three rejections. Three shattered hopes. That was what Layla experienced, all because she was different—a half-shifter in a world that craved purity. She was shunned, ostracized, and then sold out like a pawn to the most powerful being alive—the Lycan King. A ruthless ruler with a graveyard of brides, each one holding a chilling whisper of a fate worse than death. Layla hated him. Hated the way his eyes, cold and fathomless, held no warmth for her. Hated the way his touch, a promise of something terrifying, sent chills down her spine. * * * * "I hate you!" I yelled, clenching my hand into a fist, my knuckles turning white. He heaved a heavy sigh, his voice laced with a hint of amusement. "You seem stressed," he stated, closing the book he was reading. I took a step backward as he walked towards me, each step a reminder of the power he had over me. It was infuriating. "Well, lucky you," he said, rolling up his sleeve as he spoke. "I know exactly 70 ways to ease those nerves." Finally only few inches away from me, he reached out, his fingers brushing against my cheek, sending a shiver down my spine. "The first is a hug..." His voice dropped to a husky whisper as he leaned in, his warm breath tickling my ear. "And the rest... well, that's 69. What do you say about that?" "He's insane," I thought, my heart pounding in my chest so hard I feared it would burst. He tilted his head to the side, one of the insufferable things he does whenever he doesn't get a reaction from me, a smirk playing on the side of his lips. "What's the matter, darling?" ~ A DANGEROUS OBSESSION Can she break free from his wildfire, or is she drawn to the flames of her own ruin? A haunting dive into obsession, raw desire, and the razor-thin edge between love and destruction. LYCAN KING CASSIAN I will take her apart piece by piece, feeding the fire that grips her with every ragged breath. Like air to a flame, I’ll lay claim to every inch of her, tracing her body with a heat that sinks into her bones. Her skin will flush, her pulse racing under my hands, and though her eyes will beg for mercy, her lips will still whisper my name. That first spark of fear will only fuel something deeper, a raw need that floods her veins like molten heat. And just when she’s too close to back away, I’ll twist the knife, giving her a taste of the pain she craves. She will be the moth to my flame, helpless to resist the allure of the very thing that will destroy her.

"Listen, buddy, your cock was the last thing that got inside me, so unless I’m having some kind of miracle baby, yeah, you’re the father. Congrats." — Raelynn had one goal that night—drown her sorrows in cheap whiskey after getting fired from her job. What she didn’t plan on was two surprises: one, a steamy night with a ridiculously good-looking stranger, and two, a $10,000 check for her the next morning. Jackpot, right? Wrong. Nothing could’ve prepared her for the biggest surprise of all—she’s pregnant. And the father? None other than Elion Vaelorian, the country’s richest and most powerful businessman, with a face that could melt ice... and a personality just as cold. What Raelynn doesn’t know is that Elion isn’t just any man. And the baby she’s carrying? Let’s just say it’s far from ordinary, and its existence could shake the foundations of the world she knows.

“You think you have everything figured out by forcing me to marry you, don’t you? Tsk!” Roxanne spat mockingly, her eyes spitting fire at the man before her. “I love you too, Roxxy.” Sebastian regarded her with an endearment that always caused her skin to crawl. A soft smile laced his lips-one she longed to wipe off his face. If possible, Roxanne wished she could tear his treacherous face with her bare hands. “I will so make you pay, Sebastian Sinclair. You would wish you never crossed paths with me. That is a promise!” As she whispered these words into his ear, her warm breath tickled his skin, causing Sebastian to lose control. Before she could step away from him, he swiftly grabbed her by the waist and pulled her closer. The slow love song in the background added to the fake image of love between the couple. The grand wedding reception had no flaw, except the singular couple that stood in the middle of the dance floor. One was overjoyed to finally have her, while the other couldn’t wait to torment him for every pain he caused her. “Get your filthy hands off…” Before Roxanne could finish her words, her husband claimed her lips hungrily, causing her to go stiff in his arms, after all, she couldn’t push him away in the presence of all the guests. The loud cheers and applause filled the room, making almost everyone envious of the power couple. However, one thing was certain, all hell would break loose soon enough. ============== In her past life, Roxanne Winslow felt nothing but pure hatred towards her husband. For all she knew, he got her brother arrested and later murdered in prison. However, he still used that fact to force her into a marriage, hiding the truth about her brother’s death from her. As payback, Roxanne cheated on him, plotted, and even schemed against her husband, until she was finally faced with a divorce agreement from Sebastian. It was only after she gladly signed the divorce document and ended up betrayed, scammed, miserable and dead that she realised Sebastian Sinclair has always been the umbrella that blocked out the scorching sun for her. Now that she got a second chance to live, Roxanne would worship the ground on which Sebastian steps, just so he won’t bring up the topic of divorce. She must atone for all her sins, protect Sebastian, and make him happy in this lifetime. The problem is, even if she wanted to remain Mrs Sinclair, a thousand reasons were waiting to tear their fragile union apart...

His gaze slowly drifted up to her knees, and then her thighs. The soft white skin-it all looked so smooth. She watched him, marveling at how he seemed to memorize every detail of her. It made her feel so warm inside, to know that the sight of her body captivated his attention so much. When his gaze fell upon her pussy, he was taken aback. He cocked his head and met her gaze. She suddenly got self-conscious and sat up. "What? Is there something wrong?" He was staring at her bush, or more precisely. the lack thereof! There was no hair on her mons, just a thin strip of dark curly hair that started just above the hood of her clit, went up three inches, and stopped. He was totally confused. He had never seen any woman that had just a thin strip of hair down there. It was either all over and thick; or, if they were very young, not there yet, or just some fuzz. His head was cocked at an angle and his ears were fully forward, his forehead wrinkled as he tried to figure out why it looked the way it did. She saw his expression was one of confusion, not disgust as she had feared. She relaxed a little.

"I didn't save you, young lady. I just spared you," As soon as he caught the USB, he let out a chuckle. "What, I just f****d up today-now you're implying to kill me? We have a deal!" "Oh, my sweet young flower...You don't even take a hint? I was just joking!" "F***. You." I shot him a glare. I couldn't take all of his jokes while my legs are completely numb from that paralyzer gun. All this s**t happened just for that stupid USB. "My, you bark more than you bite. Pretty wild for a young lady, huh?" he shook his head, seeming more amused than before. He then continued to play with his dagger skillfully between his fingers. For some reason, I could see myself as that sharp dagger. He uses me like a toy, nonetheless, he knows what I can do and use it in his advantage while I get bloodied and slowly lose my sharp edges. "Well indeed, we have a deal. You and me. Between a client...and a hitman." I saw his eyes through the glass of his gas mask squinting into a smile and cocked his gun at me like a madman he is. I do not fear someone like him, but when I saw a murder right before my eyes... --- "Awe, don't worry about the deal for now. You did great despite all this...mess we've caused," he crouched down and pulled my face close near to his. His dagger gently traces my jaw down to my throat as if he was guessing where he could end me in the future. "Just keep yourself clean..." He poked a part of my neck, being careful of not leaving a large wound. I know what he wants, that's why he kept me alive. He has what I need, which is why I joined him to get it. "...You'll be the most beauuuutiful flower in my garden. Never ever cease to please me, and I shall keep you alive for much longer," My relationship with him is like having a contract with a devil. If I go astray from this mission, my throat is for him to take. "Remember that...Green Gladiolus." --- In the city of Hana-Puellaweo, everything turned upside down ever since a sudden outbreak of an unknown disease affected its people. The deaths are drastically increasing and most of them were the young people who they hoped could change their city for the better. They only knew that LOVE has caused the spread. Due of this, they fear to feel butterflies in their stomach. How will they keep their feelings despite it being lethal? Will they choose death or find the cure? Yoona Kim, one of the WANTED vigilantes of the city, teamed up with a guy who calls himself RED X in search of a cure. Will her mission be successful and be able to help those in need? Or will these flowers take over her lung and heart before she could discover the solution? Turn the page and we shall unravel the truth. --- WARNING (R-18): The following chapters may contain violence and strong languages. Please be advised that you must be 18 and above before continuing. This novel is also a slow burn romance story. After all, Love is a complex process. --- VOLUMES 1: GLADIOLUS An unnatural disease began to spread within the city whilst the MedExpert Co. have been trying to decrease the possibility of this from killing more people. However, it is out of their control and decided to ask for the army's assistance to commence martial law. Yoona was one of these people who attempted to disobey the new rule. Will she be able to survive on her own? [More volumes to be followed...] --- NOTE: The author updates once a month or randomly.

Jesse is a normal girl from a fucked-up family. The only thing she wants is freedom. Casimir, the dark and ruthless Wolf King, reigns in the underground dens of the wolf world with the power to compel anyone to do anything he commands. But he needs a new mate because the last two killed themselves. After watching Casimir steal the minds and wills of the other women kidnapped as potential mates, Jesse knows he is even more powerful than the urban legends she's heard. Fearing that she might lose herself forever, Jesse offers to submit to Casimir's dominance, make herself his slave, and bear his heir. But in return, he must vow never to use that compulsion on her. Fascinated by her boldness and the surge in his power when she offers herself, Casimir accepts her as his mate. But Casimir isn't the only wolf who wants Jesse. While Jesse cannot deny the sizzling chemistry between herself and Casimir, the King is emotionless and sometimes cruel. She's often drawn to the tender safety offered by a much less powerful wolf. A male Casimir would kill if he knew how deeply they connected. Will Casimir break Jesse just as he broke two mates before her? Will he discover her potentially deadly connection with another male? Or, will the smart and resourceful Jesse betray him and flee with the other wolf? Has the Wolf King finally met his match? *** "The position of Queen requires three things," I snapped impatiently. "First, the ability to bear heirs. Second, submission to me as King and Mate. And third, acceptance that I will not offer love." I stopped for a moment, "My Queen will receive anything material she wishes. But she will submit to me, and I will not bow. She will share my bed, my power, and my wealth... She will not share my heart." I waited, but none of them spoke. Good. I turned back to my servant to order them moved to the next challenge when a quiet but strong voice rose behind me. "Are you violent?" I turned back to the fire-haired woman with a flat smile. "Show me a wolf who isn't. And I am the King of the others. What do you think?" Her throat bobbed. The tear in the neckline of her cotton shirt offered a fleeting glimpse of plump cleavage. My cock twitched. "I meant with your Queen… um, Sire," she said uncertainly. "You said you have to dominate, that she has to submit. What is she submitting to?" I smirked. "I don't make a habit of leaving bruises," I said, letting a dark promise seep into my tone. "But they've been known to happen." It was quite thrilling when she paled. I once again turned away, gesturing to my man to start moving them when her voice rose one more time. "I'll volunteer," she said. When I whirled, she licked her lips then stepped forward. "I will be your mate… if you'll have me." Hiding my shock, I offered my most predatory grin to the poor, naive idiot. "My mate, like everyone else in this kingdom, is my slave. Now... are you certain?"

"Fuck you" Adeline cursed with a glare, she looked at the monster standing in front of her, his towering figure covering her small frame, his grip on her neck, sucking the air out of her lungs. "I have no problem with that Adeline but unless you are in the mood to stuff my cock in that tight cunt of yours then I suggest you stop being a brat" He growled in the alley with his hand pining her against the wall.

"Fuck me," she whispered as a small giggle escaped her lips. I felt my heart jolt from her request. If I had been holding back, this was enough confirmation. I clambered on the bed and hovered above her as my eyes swept over her beautiful body. She was so sexy, I wanted nothing but to claim her - not just for the night but forever. I was not going to rest until I had her. "I will make you feel so good, you will not regret this Alina" I whispered huskily as my cock twitched with need. I claimed her lips,kissing her with all the unfilled desire. After being cheated on by her fiance with her step sister. Alina, the daughter of the Alpha king, feels that she lost everything. Feeling betrayed, she went out in the night to relieve her emotion but there she got kidnapped by a group of people who ultimately took her in the room of a ruthless cursed hybrid-Alpha. He offered her to sign a contract to become his mate to save his throne, to which Alina agreed. But later on she finds that he is her father's enemy. Will her being contracted to the Alpha be a grave mistake? Or she will take revenge on everyone. Little does she know that she can't recognize her mate too.

She was a human despised by her family but was strongly desired by the vampire king. Evelyn Starkins, a human born in a vampire family and was chosen to be the sacrificial lamb offered to the Vampires. Her fate took a new turn when the King realized she was the one he was seeking. He couldn't resist her. ........... "Do you think you can run away from me?" Eve heard his deep voice whisper in her ears which made her knees weaken. "I can if you let me," she said hoping he would free her. "And you think I will?" He brushed the tip of his nose lightly along the sides of her neck, causing her breath to hitch. He pulled away to stare at her flushed face. "Breathe my charm." "Breathe while you still can," he growled, his hot breath tickling her ears. "You tried to run away, and now you will get punished." He pressed his lips to her neck, leaving trails of fiery kisses along her skin. "I'm going to make you regret every step you took," he whispered, his voice low and dangerous. "I'll punish you so hard that you'll beg.. but for more." His fingers grazed her skin, sending shivers down her spine as she fought to control her breathing. She knew she should be scared, but the way he was he took control of her body, the way his touch ignited a fire within her, made her shamelessly excited for his punishment.. ....... Note: cover is not mine

[Mature content and trigger warning] Jeremy stepped closer while Eloisee stepped back. His lips tickled up into a smirk, his fangs out for the world. “ You thought because he was here to take you, you'd be safe from me? How naive my little pet, you can never escape me, even if you go to the edge of the world ill still be here.” Eloisee’s eyes widened. The choice of words Jeremy used were the same ones he used before, she started to scream in her heart. Not in that room, anywhere but that room. “ Jeremy stop, n-not here.” She let her thoughts slip out her mouth while tears fell freely down her face. Eloisee's back hit the wall and a veined arm slammed on the wall beside her head. She looked at the red eyes trembling. “ Oh so now you can talk back, such a spine you developed.” Jeremy spat, his face distorted from spite. ********************************************************************** Pain is all Eloisee Eileen knew, abused and mistreated by her stepsibling and stepmother, she has aspirations to run away and become an omega without a pack, just as her dreams are coming true and she is close to escaping the pain, she gets the shock of her life. She is being sold off to the Bloodhowl pack Alpha Riviera Luminary, to be his treasured wife in exchange for the Silvermount pack getting an alliance and resources. Being the alpha’s wife, Eloisee has to navigate the treacherous path of being a wife in a new pack while fighting demons from her past and present trying to drag her to the depths of hell with them, while finding it in her to love her husband and mate.

Desperate times they say, call for desperate measures. Fiona Lopez, after her mother gets diagnosed with cancer turns to a hire a girlfriend agency in order to foot her mother's medical bills. Having successfully paid for the medical bills, Fiona decides to find a decent job before her mother is discharged but gets caught up in a web when she goes for her job interview only to find out that her supposed boss is none other than the man she had played a fake girlfriend for on her last job. Desperate for a job, and not wanting to return to her former job, she is forced into working closely with him even though she doesn't want to. While working closely with him, she soon realizes that love bridges all gaps when she finds herself falling helplessly in love with Liam. Liam Parker is a dashingly handsome, aloof, and indifferent young CEO of the PK Enterprise. After his last relationship where he caught his girlfriend getting engaged to a business partner, Liam decided that he wasn't cut out for love. But when he turns to hiring a girlfriend in an attempt to evade marriage, everything changes for Liam when he meets and falls for his hired girlfriend at first sight. Not only does he fight to get Fiona's love, but he fights to gain approval from his mother too. *****Excerpt**** "I'm sorry Mr. Parker but you have it all wrong. We don't have sex with our clients. It's against protocols," she explained and Liam nodded. "No one would know we did it, right? I won't tell and surely you won't," he said and Fiona looked at him incredulously. "I guess you're drunk," she said flatly and he nodded and stood up. He walked closer to her and whispered to her ears, causing goosebumps to sprout all over her body. "Yes, I'm drunk and you're the only one that can sober me up right now. So, how much?" he asked and Fiona gave him a confused look. What was he asking? How much what? Did she tell him she was selling anything to him? She mused as her brows drew together. "How much? How much for what?" she asked and he ran his finger down her cheek, making it hard for her to concentrate. "How much would it cost me to have my cock buried inside you....." before he could finish, a hot-sounding slap landed on his face, causing him to turn to the side.

"Ah…" She is so tickled that she is defenseless against his attacks. "You can choose to marry me or to die!" By then you will become the first person in history to die from tickling. "If you dare to reject me, I will make sure to ravish you until you yield to me." He is the hegemon in the business circles. He is the mysterious big boss that calls the shots. He is cold, ruthless and cruel. He would resort to unscrupulous divisive tactics to achieve his goals, making people tremble with fear. One day, a group of bachelors asks him with tears in their eyes, "Big boss, what makes sister-in-law fall head over heels for you?" He arches his eyebrow. "I love and pamper her, so that she only has eyes for me." She turns furious at his reply. "Damn! You are shameless, can't you phrase it in a nicer way? "I love three things in this Universe. The Sun, the Moon and you. The Sun for the morning, the Moon for the night, and you forever!" "…"

The waves ripple around me, calling me in a whisper, Into the deepest part of the ocean. As I walk on the soft sand, the water sweeps over my feet, surrounding where I stand, giving me the sweetest sensation. Oh ocean, why do I feel so attracted to you? Why do I feel the tickling of your whispers? As it causes cold shivers down my spine. I could hear your gentle lullaby, It roars like a lion, yet so steady and honest Just like a refined diamond. Oh, sea, why do you call my name in a whisper? Caressing waves upon the shore, Once again you beckon me. Why do you show yourself at my doorstep? Why do I feel your presence everywhere I go? Why do you call me so desperately? I want to know, cause when the sea calls? Who will answer?

Audrey had the face of the crown princess, and she was determined to be one. It was easy, as no one could challenge her in the crown princess selection. But, all her dreams came clashing when the rejected prince claimed her as his. Her throat hitched as the stranger walked towards her. Her gaze moved slowly to take in his outfit; it couldn’t be what she imagined. He couldn’t be royal. He was just a commoner she had met at the palace a day before. She shook her head slowly. The stranger wore a smirk on his lips, glad to have caught her unaware. She stood still confused by what was happening, and finding it hard to believe the truth. He stopped in front of her, while she cocked her head ready to question his sanity for disrupting a wedding when she felt his lips on hers.

[A Regency Era novel, #vengeance #weaktostrong #heiress #loveaftermarriage #noblefamily #dramatic #betrayal] "Lady Blanchard," the Marquess of Canterbury announced, his voice carrying a hint of surprise as he swept off his cocked hat and handed it to the waiting butler. He then stepped into the drawing room, his eyes immediately falling upon her. The cup of tea and a plate of pastries on the coffee table suggested that she had been waiting for his arrival for some time. "What a surprise," he continued, a hint of amusement creeping into his tone. "Do you require anything from me?" "Indeed, Your Grace," Maggie replied, her voice steady despite the weight of her proposition. The Marquess's amusement vanished, replaced by a flicker of suspicion. He crossed his arms in a haughty manner, his posture demanding an explanation. "And what might that be?" he inquired, his voice laced with a cool formality. "I would like to propose," Maggie began, meeting his gaze directly, "a marriage alliance between us." -_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_- Upon her father's untimely demise, Lady Marguerite “Maggie” Delaney Antoine Blanchard was betrayed by the man he loved, Nicholas Cunningham, and the only other relative she trusted, Nicholas' father, Lloyd Cunningham. She found much-needed support in the Marquess of Canterbury, Percival Clement Duane Locksworth, whom she did not care for due to the unfortunate nature of their first meeting, but who turned out to be the lifeline she needed to exact his revenge and regain the Countess of Huntington title. When Maggie offered the Marquess a beneficial deal in exchange for his hand in marriage, would the not-so-charming gentleman say yes? And if he did, would Maggie be able to win the claim for the Earldom of Huntington and retain it within the Blanchard family's ownership? Or would she crumble under the storm of the Marquess's gaze, his presence a churning sea threatening to engulf her whole?

[MATURE CONTENT] Uncle Heath gave me a look that said that he knows what I'm doing and that he finds me petty and a scheming sly fox. He suggested countless times that I changed my codename from The Countess to Fox or Nine-tailed Fox, because he says it suits me better, or a Serpent, but I don't care. I am literally a Countess after all. He sighed. "Okay, Countess, you won. But if you get yourself killed on this, the same way your parents and their friends later on did, don't come back to haunt me as a ghost. I've been trying to protect you, as I promised I would as your Godfather, but you are a stubborn lil thing who kept insisting on this. You're 27 now, you better not die younger than you mom did." "Wait," Harriet gasped, "the mission you want," "It's the one my parents were working on when they died. Probably the reason why they died and related to their killers," sigh. "It's what kept me working all of those years, the hope on getting my hands on this mission, and uncover what actually happened in July 9th of 1999." I hate number 9, it signifies unluck to me, while 7 is my lucky number. Call me superstitious if you want, I feel like it's an actual thing. "All the documents on their death are here, it's kept secret together with the archived mission they were working in." "Ah, Selene," she said softly, coming closer, full of compassion but not touching me, as her hands are dirty with uncle Heath's cock. Ew, ew. "It's okay, it's been 24 years now," sigh. "Which makes me want to solve it even more," then I turned my eyes to uncle Heath, who was now up, standing at 1.97m, opening his safe that's hidden behind the big painting of a scenery found in Sicily, Italy, which Harriet painted. Picking a thick file in a leather case, he held it under his left arms and locked the safe again, covering it with the painting. I broke into it once, but I was unable to crack the code of the safe. I always knew he hid this file in there, "Be careful, for the love of God, Selene." "I will, I promise!" Narrowing his eyes, he raised his right pinky finger and I cringed in disgust. "Wash your hands first, ew." Rolling his eyes, we quickly went to the bathroom at the back of his office and then came back, hands clean, file still under his arm. "There you go, now, pinky it up, I know better than believe your shallow spoken words by now, I know how scheming you are." Grinning like a wolf who had been caught in sheep's clothing, I raised my pinky finger and intertwined with his. "I promise I'll be careful." Sigh, "I can't believe I'm giving you this. The last two times I gave these damned files to someone, they died. You batter change that statistics to 2:1 instead of 3:0, Selene. Do you understand me?" I grabbed the files, but he kept his hold on it, "I understand," with all my strength, I tried tugging it to me and out of his grip, and after a lil struggle, he let go.

*This is an R-18 story. It involves foul language, sexual content, and violence.* Lucifer the Second, also known as Louie, is the only child of the Devil. His father is the notorious archangel who betrayed God, and his mother was a ruthless and powerful demon. Louie is a unique half-breed who's eager to step up and take over as the ruler of Hell. However, there is a catch. He must marry. But his future queen is not just one of the half-demons that populate Hell, but an angel. Unbeknownst to him, his father and grandfather made a deal when he was a child, and now he has to honor that deal if he wants to take the throne. Louie believes that his bride-to-be will be nothing more than a nuisance, but when she arrives in a fiery explosion reserved for those angels that have been cast out, his world is turned upside down. It doesn't take long for Louie to realize that his fallen angel is not what he was expecting. Fiesty, outspoken, and cute, he finds himself very intrigued by her and the secrets she holds. Follow Louie and his angelic bride as they navigate their unconventional relationship and embark on adventures in this slow-burn, spicy romance. Excerpt: "What do you propose then?" She asked, lifting her head off his leg and taking a drink from her glass. "You're letting me decide?" He smirked, putting his drink on the side table and leaning forward. "I didn't say I'd agree." She rolled her eyes before turning and leaning her back against his legs, placing her own glass on the ground next to her. Lucifer leaned back against the couch and stretched his arms across the back of it, "I was just going to suggest you make right on our deal from earlier." He proposed. "Ahh." She answered, tilting her head back so she could see Lucifer's face, which held an amused look and a genuine smile, "You really think you held up your end, huh?" She asked with her own smirk, once again letting her head rest on his legs as she looked straight up at the star-speckled sky. She was a wee bit tipsy, and maybe that had something to do with how she was feeling, but it really was a beautiful night. With the warmth of the little balcony playing alongside the moment of sharing their deepest pains with one another, She found herself not only feeling closer but also quite comfortable with her Devil. "Undoubtedly." He replied to her question, and she raised a brow, "Admittedly, there was a hiccup or two, but nothing that ruined the evening." He defended, "Plus, I resolved them, did I not?" "A hiccup?" She scoffed, looking as far up as her eyes would allow so she could see him, "Someone tried to kill me, Luce." Lucifer placed a hand on each cheek and leaned over her so that he stared directly into her eyes. Pools of blue looking down and sparkling emeralds looking up, "Tried." He said in almost a whisper. She felt his warm breath on her forehead while his hair tickled her face, "Didn't I protect you? Kept you safe?" "I suppose," She agreed, blushing as he shifted forward a bit more so that his lips were now just an inch or so above hers. "Then may I please have what you promised me?" Lucifer asked again. She swallowed and gave a slight nod.

Power comes with a cost... and it was something she was willing to trade her soul for. A few nights before her wedding, Lauren sought a way to break her fourth engagement. Known for her bad reputation as the rebel princess, she was the only lady who had the guts to step foot on the Everston mansion, the house of a notorious warlord, in the middle of the night. She offered him a wicked alliance that the entire kingdom did not see coming: a marriage. A vixen pretending to be a damsel in distress and a man whose crimson eyes screaming for bloodshed. Could something blossom in this treacherous dance of lies and deception? -- "Are you upset?" She eyed him sharply. "Should I be honored that I got tricked by you, milord?" He drank the remaining wine in his glass with one gulp and put it on the wooden table. He stepped in front of her. His hand was on the rail on her side while his other hand grabbed her glass and finished her wine before putting it down. The way his Adam's apple moved with his every violent gulp made her feel a tickling heat around her nape. When he brought his attention back to her, he licked his lips to wipe off the trace of wine. "How shall I make it up to you then?" he asked with his deep voice, like a seductive devil asking his victim how she would like to be killed. Dangerous yet… enthralling. - Note: This is a dark fantasy-romance genre with a lot of gore, family feuds, steamy scenes, twists and turns, and other explicit content (no rape) that will rile you up and might give you a heart attack so basically this is not for soft-hearted ones, so read at your own risk!

“You can not escape from me Tessa.. Your mate was foolish enough to let you out of his sight, I'm not that foolish!” the Lycan king growled at her, stalking toward her with his soft and firm steps, his dark eyes on her. Tessa watched in fright as he moved toward her, his full muscled, naked, sexy and tattooed body scaring her. She moved closer to the door of his bedroom, sweating and panting even as he got closer to her, knowing fully there was no escape for her but she still tried. With one easy pull, he grabbed her waist to himself and carried her effortlessly back to his already rumpled bed, one of the scariest places in his mansion; he always have her whenever he wishes to, just like now. She screamed in pain as she landed into his bed, without any hesitation he slammed his sweaty and naked body into hers, without wasting another seconds, Alpha Shane parted her already trembling leg with his knee and thrust his hard cock, deep and mercilessly into her inner core. She held onto the sheet and tried to hold back her pain and tears but she couldn't in no time she was wailing loudly and begging for help. Like usual, the monster in him arrived whenever he's having her, he became deaf and dumb at once and wouldn't back down until he had satisfied his anger and darkness. And tonight doesn't seem like it would be ending soon, he just caught her talking to her mate and had instantly gone crazy, it's been seven hours since he dragged her angrily into his quarters in his fit of rage. Darkness was calling unto her and she immediately reached for it, fainting in his arms, but she knew he wouldn't back down still and true to her last thoughts before she fainted he didn't back down or stop. Tessa's life wasn't as complicated as it is now, the Lycan king wanted her for himself, bought and claimed her as his own, calling her his cure and only way out of his curse and darkness. Also her mate who had rejected her horribly, locked her in prison for a whole year is after her, pleading and begging to treat her right. She doesn't want any of them as she had already given up on love when her father and mate; Alpha Trevor betrayed her trust and shattered the meaning of love for her. Will she escape the Lycan king's possessive and dominant love and cure him of his darkness, like he seems to believe, is there a chance for them? How will her mate fight to get her back, can he win against the powerful and scary Alpha king?, would he be able to convince her to trust him again after his betrayal and hurt he made her go through?

Zara bit his fingers" Mr. Wills, how dare you kidnap a women in front of everyone! Aren't you afraid someone will see us?" zara spatted angrily. " No one dares to mess with me and You are not some women, I can do everything with my wife Mrs. Wills" Leroy said as he inched closer to her face she turned away and told "for your kind information it's Ms. Smith for you. Did you forget that we are divorced Mr. Wills?" "Divorced, 'hm' he smirked and continued, "Did you really thought you signed on a divorce agreement?".............. she was aghast for a moment "w.. what did you s.say?" Infuriated by his actions "How shameless of you, even your touch burns my skin you pervert!" she hissed and ........... "so, that's why I'm feeling so hot, hmm", he smirks as his hot breath tickles her. "Mrs. Wills, Do you know your perverted husband can do more shameless thing than you think" Her eyes widened. before she could react he licked her hook of the neck and started to give soft feathery kisses............. if you guys want further... just start to swim deep in it....... Hey Guys! This is my First novel. I hope you guys will enjoy it. If you guys have any suggestion, issues or want any changes you can comment or contact me through via email. If you want me to continue, please support me through comments and gifts. I believe you guys will support me. Please take care of me..

A dark time when the creatures of shadow descended unto the tranquil human lands, making their existence known. A time followed when empires were led by humanity's conspiracy and betrayal, a time filled with hatred, but unbeknownst to the humans, they were only mere puppets, pawns of greater beings of darkness, entities with the power to crush anything and everything in their way. What happens when a small human girl catches the eye of one of these so-called greater beings, a pureblooded Lord? Can an ant such as her survive the political strifes and fearsome feuds between the lands and the monsters that control them. For those who fear vampires, ghosts and the unknown, I offer two words of advice… Tread lightly. -------- "Why should I avoid him? He was a perfect gentleman, a good man," Katherine Welcher argued in his defense. "Good or not, neither matter," Alexander Delcrov warned her, "As long as you're under my wing, you shall behave and listen to my words. Do not let any man kiss you, Katherine. I don’t want others to call you improper." "There was nothing improper about it! And I'm not yours to obey," she blurted out in annoyance, feeling her face flush with embarrassment for the second time this evening, "I mean, you can't order me aro—-" "So disobedient," he stated with nonchalance before moving his hand from her waist to her back, pulling her closer to him as they danced. His breath tickled her nape. "So you’ll only listen if you are mine?"

“Do you believe in the saying better the devil you know than the angel you don't know?” He cocked his head to the side skeptically regarding me. “Where is this coming from” I rolled my eyes at his antics to avoid my question. “Just answer me.” “Well no I'd rather stick with the angel I don't know.” the way he said it while looking at me felt like the words were directed to me. His gaze nipped deeply at my soul making me shudder. “ what if the angel said I will destroy you in the most beautiful way possible and when I leave, you will understand why storms are named after people, what would you do then?” “I’d be damned”

Mara is a special, rare vampire who wasn’t allowed to go outside until she clocked twenty, for her own safety. There, she comes across the most breathtaking man ever and discovers he was her soulmate, but he turns out to be soulmates with her elder sister, and rejects her at once. Mara wasn’t happy, but her sister’s happiness came first, so she took the rejection in one stride and went her way. To her bewilderment, she was accused of the murder of her elder sister the very next day, by none other than her soulmate, Lord Klaus. Three-hundred years old Lord Klaus is a very ruthless and feared Vampire King, a dark soul that loves orderliness as much as he loves power. Mara is a huge disruption in his perfectly outlined life, ruining a lot of plans with her sudden presence, and he hates her so much because of that, making him determined to make her life a living hell. With feelings managing to bloom in the most unexpected and complicated situation, falling in love just couldn’t be helped, nor avoided. But when centuries-old secrets and truths start to unravel, Mara realizes that her whole life might be a lie, resulting in life-threatening dangers arising, thrusting not only Mara into the midst of it, but also Klaus. It was intense, gruesome, life-altering, and chaos was bound to happen. What’s going to happen to Mara? ~~~ EXCERPT ~~~ “Why don’t you just let me die? Why?! Dammit, why?” He took in a single breath before responding. “Because I wanted to kill you myself.” “Oh, yeah?” She sneered. “Do it then! Fucking kill me.” He cocked his head and scoffed. “Maybe if you ask nicely next time like a good girl, I’ll consider doing it.” He inched closer, backing her against the wall until there was nowhere she could run to. He lifted a hand and wrapped it around her throat, which he used in briskly tugging her face close to his. “But, for now, you’re gonna have to stay alive. Not because I give a fuck whether you live or not, but because I know that staying alive is a bigger punishment to you than death.”

"St... Stay away" Her voice trembled in fear as he leaned closer, invading her personal space. His palms were pressed against the wall, caging her in his embrace while her tiny fists were making futile attempts to push him back. "So, you want me to go out to satisfy my needs when I have a beautiful wife at home?" His thumb stroked her lips, his eyes fixated on them, unyielding and hungry. "But you made it clear that your heart belongs to someone else and our marriage is nothing but an agreement" her heart throbbed with pain as she thought about it. After the horrific and pitiful past, all she yearned was for a man who could understand and love her but destiny has bestowed her a devil for a husband. "That's true" he cocked his head "But we don't love every chic we fuck. Do we?" His callous words shattered Roseline's world. All she wanted was to cry on her fate! Her pain was evident through her eyes but this didn't stop him from having what he wanted! ~•~•~•~ In an unexpected twist of fate, Orphan Roseline finds herself in a contract marriage with a ruthless Billionaire, Vincenzo De Luca. On the first night, she gets to know that he has married her on purpose, and the doors to his heart are securely guarded. He has money, looks, and fame but not the love which she has craved her whole life. She has an infectious laugh, he never graced his lips with a smile. She follows her path, he demands unwavering obedience. She is sympathetic, he is cold-hearted. Their personalities are worlds apart, yet both harbor secrets concealed behind their respective facades. Will Roseline be able to make her space in his heart or would she be cast aside once his hidden purpose is fulfilled? ~•~•~•~•~ Warning : Story contains mature content, light BDSM and dominating ML.

"What about us, Janelle?" Gideon asked, kneeling in a pool of blood. "We never existed!" Janelle replied "I gave you everything..." Gideon said "After taking everything away from me? I don't think you were expecting me to gloat over a piece of cake, after you destroyed my entire bakery!" Janelle replied tearing "I loved you, Janelle" "Your love was torturous, Gideon" "Says the woman who rejected a sacred bond because of rumors. Janelle, walk through that door, and we'll be strangers" "So be it!" **** Gideon followed the sweetest aroma that tickled his senses, until he found the owner of the sweet aroma. Janelle Johnson. Reserved. Calm. Happy. These were the words he would use to describe Janelle Johnson before she lost everything. Based on rumors, she rejected a bond she's longed for, her entire life. Evil. Wicked. Bold. These were what Janelle thought Gideon Sparks was until she had a close look at him. Fighting his own battles silently, Gideon watched Janelle slowly lead her people out of the hardship they landed and lended a helping hand. Rejecting his help was one thing her ego wanted, but her people came first. Accepting his conditions, meant she was exchanging her freedom for that of her people.

Mathews Witsur. A boy who is known as an incompetent, lazy and unhinged. A true embarasment to Witsur family who has just achieved nobility. If you are curious, some of the actions that Mathews may or may not take are: Insulting royalty. Skipping steps on becoming a knight. Him actually becoming a knight. Introducing his cock to the queen of his queendom (His name is Robert). Blatantly ingoring his duties as a knight. Making one of the rounds of a tournament look like a man trying to kill a featherless chicken, him being the featherless chicken. Generally making fun of nobles. Openly admiting on being a siscon. And publicly admiting that his manlyhood not being able to rise up for any kind of challenge. Demon of 1000 swords. A fiersome man who brough fear to those who crossed paths with him. He firmly believed in the collection of powerful swords from worthy origins and bringing death to those who dared to show their fangs at him. A man who befriended the mad emperor Quin, who gave him the honorary title of "Harem king of swords". (The man who received the name didn't know the meaning of harem and it became illegal to explain its meaning verbally in the empire. The man who received the title also didn't know how to read.) But those aren't the only titles the man had. Some of the self imposed titles were, but are not limited to: Cock tamer. Fucker of bitches. Fucker of all kinds of bitches. Cocktwister(er). Mad man of wine. Ravager of bunch of cock fondling bitches. Monkey man the supreme. Bwew Hew Who's Fuckface. Gigling smiley face of terror supreme number sixteen. Evil demon man laughing. Bringer of death. King of dung. The mad centipede. The major illiterate fuck. Lost man. Fuckermax supreme. ... If you haven't guessed already, the man isn't all right in the head. Few screws lose. Couple of pastries out of party. You get the gist. He may act powerles from time to time, but he knows his way with the sword and has many sentient blades waiting for his call. He was called a demon for a reason after all. Mathews may or may not be asexual and/or aromantic. There may be some heavy stuff thrown in to the story, but it is generaly advised to read the "series" while not thinking too much about what you are reading. Everything that is written in the story is generally meant to be entertaining and insulting anyone's life or their life choices are not the goal of the "series". (For an example: There is two instances of people ending their lives by their own hands in the first chapter. Though not heavily talked about, the reaction from the MC to the second one may feel disturbing or disrespectful to some audience.)