Lace

(Warning: Mature Content - R-18) A group of college students ventures on what was meant to be a straightforward museum trip, only for their plane to crash on a mysterious, uncharted island. Stranded and desperate, they signal for rescue, but their calls go unanswered. As days turn into weeks, they confront a harrowing truth: they are utterly alone. But the island has its own dark agenda. An eerie, seductive energy permeates the air, penetrating their very beings, igniting a fire of lust and desire that none can resist. This isn't just survival; it's an awakening to the most primal, carnal urges. Their bodies yearn with a hunger that's both terrifying and thrilling, their minds clouded by a relentless, dark passion. The island bestows upon them not just survival skills but supernatural powers—fire, ice, telekinesis, immense strength. Yet, these gifts come with a sinister price. The island feeds on their darkest desires, their deepest lusts, amplifying them to monstrous proportions. Friendships dissolve into something far more intense, far more physical. Bonds are tested, broken, and reforged in the fires of lust. The island whispers temptations, urging them towards acts of unspeakable pleasure and sin. Every touch, every glance, is laced with a potent mix of seduction and corruption. Inhibitions shatter as they grapple with the choice to succumb to the dark ecstasy or to fight for what remains of their humanity. Here, the real battle isn't against nature but against the evil within, a battle for their souls amidst the throes of passion. Can they resist the seductive pull of this malevolent paradise, or will they be consumed by their own dark desires? Overpowered Mc Character Development - Peak [For the first vol(chapter 1-100) Mc is hero trying to save everyone but he changed when they betrayed him, protecting only those he care about now]

[Warning: Mature Content R18+] The taste of forbidden love is the sweetest agony!! They were fucking right. I, Frery Kane was whipped and captivated by a Lycan Shifter from the Bay Shifter pack in Paradise Bay. Drawn to him like a moth to a flame, an irresistible pull I couldn’t deny. Alpha Tor Gale, a Lycan Shifter of unparalleled strength, only of his kind, his blood as intoxicating as ambrosia, his presence a temptation, I couldn’t escape. He made me crave more than I should or was allowed. In Paradise Bay, Vampires and Shifters are bound by ancient laws, their rivalry etched into the marrow of our existence. To meet him was to defy centuries of hatred; to love him was to risk everything. Each secret meeting was a dance with death, a betrayal of the Paradise Vampire Coven, and a rebellion against the laws that chained us. But Tor was my forbidden desire, my beautiful torment, and my greatest weakness. I knew the cost of this love, a love that could ignite war and destroy us both. But how could I resist the one thing that made my immortal heart beat once more? Excerpt from Alpha Tor's POV: “So you’ve been following me,” Tor’s deep growl echoed in the icy cavern. His golden eyes caught the flicker of torchlight. His breath misted in the freezing air, curling like smoke between them. “What gave me away?” I responded my voice as low, deep, and steady. Tor laughed a deep rumble that shook the cavern walls. “You reek of desperation. Do you think I didn’t notice your scent clinging to the trees? Are your footprints melting the frost? What is it, vampire? What do you want from me?” My jaw clenched and my gaze didn’t waver. “Your blood,” I taunted as my voice was laced with coldness to see if he could be threatened by my words. “Your kind is... intoxicating. Forbidden. I can’t stop myself.” I expected him to cover but he stepped forward and responded “If it’s my blood you want,” he murmured, his voice low and teasing, “then come closer and take what you need” The words struck me like lightning, and a fiery heat surged through my veins. My beast clawed at my control, drawn to him in a way that defied logic. His gaze held mine, and for the first time in my life, I didn’t know whether to run or to stay. ___________________________________________________________________________________________ In the end, they called me a betrayer. A traitor to the Paradise Vampire Coven. But how could I hold back when I had tasted something far sweeter than immortality? Alpha Tor was my forbidden fruit, the Lycan Shifter Alpha who defied everything I was taught to hate. But when I surged forward, ready to face anyone who dared stand between us, fate revealed the old prophecy hidden in Hanka Island. Alpha Tor wasn’t just my lover, he was my lifetime mate, our bond blessed by the ancient magic of Hanka Island itself. And our love was not meant to follow the rules, it was meant to break them.

**"Leave me alone! Please, just let me go!"** My voice cracked as I thrashed in his iron grip, but it was useless. He scooped me up effortlessly, his hold unyielding, carrying me off to a fate I couldn’t escape. This can’t be happening. Not now. Not like this. "I don’t want this," I whispered, my voice raw with terror. "Please… just let me go." My pleas barely reached his ears, or if they did, he didn’t care. His silence was louder than any threat, his indifference a dagger to my chest. A heartbeat later, my body hit the softness of a king-sized bed, but there was no comfort in it. My tears had nearly dried, leaving only silent sobs wracking my frame. I forced myself to speak, desperation lacing every syllable. "Luciano, please," I choked out. "If I’ve wronged you in any way, I’m sorry. But don’t punish me like this." A deafening crack split the air, and before I could react, fire exploded across my cheek. The force of the slap sent my head whipping to the side, my skin stinging from the brutal contact. The room pulsed with danger. **"No one calls me by my name,"** he growled, his voice like crushed glass—sharp, merciless. **"And no one tells me what to do."** His fingers curled under my chin, forcing me to meet his gaze. Cold, dark, and bottomless, his eyes held no mercy, no hesitation. "You will warm my bed," he murmured, his voice dangerously soft, laced with cruel intent. "You will satisfy my every craving, no matter how disastrous, no matter how dark." A wicked smirk ghosted over his lips, his grip tightening. "Because you are mine to break. And no one stops me." He leaned in, his breath fanning against my trembling lips. "Now… come here." --- Story by white pheonix

Reiji Tsukishima never believed in chasing after something he couldn't have—until he met Aoi Fujikawa. Calm, composed, and always in control, Reiji found himself drawn to Aoi’s warmth and kindness. The only problem? She was already in a relationship—with another girl, Sena Tachibana. From the very start, Reiji and Sena clashed. Their personalities, values, and even the way they looked at Aoi put them at odds. He made it clear—he liked Aoi. And Sena? She wasn’t about to let some guy disrupt their relationship. But fate had other plans. Despite their rivalry, Reiji and Sena kept crossing paths, their conversations sharper than knives yet laced with something neither wanted to acknowledge. Over time, they found themselves entangled in something deeper—something neither of them expected. A connection that rivaled the very love they were trying to protect. As emotions shift and tensions rise, Aoi remains unaware of the growing bond between the two people she loves the most. But when the truth finally comes to light, all three must face a question with no simple answer—can love truly be shared, or must someone be left behind? A slow-burn romance of deep emotions, unexpected confessions, and a love that defies the norm—this is *Unraveled Ties.* ---

Ryuxian never sought power, but power found him—cursed, relentless, and insatiable. Branded as a serpent, burdened with the Devouring Tyrant, he is no longer merely human—he is a predator in a world that fears what it cannot control. With eyes like fractured amethyst laced in gold, he carries a hunger that can consume gods, unravel secrets, and devour even time itself. But such power comes at a cost. As ancient forces stir, Ryuxian is thrust into a war where forgotten deities, shadowed factions, and the all-seeing Tower pull his fate in opposing directions. Each battle strips away his humanity, each revelation drags him deeper into the abyss of his own existence. The lines between hunter and hunted blur, and the question remains—does he wield his power, or does it wield him? In a world where even gods can fall, will Ryuxian conquer the beast within, or will he become the nightmare whispered in the dark? ------------------------ Follow me on insta : soniya_austin I updated the Ryuxian first look check out my account you can see how ryuxian looks there and I updating daily the minor details and upcoming events in chapter's. Be safe cookies

It had been a rainy night. Ayla was only six months old, her small body burning with fever. She had been shivering all day, her tiny fists curling against my chest as she whimpered. The fever medication hadn’t worked. The wet towel treatments barely made a difference. And then, as night fell, her cries weakened, and her small frame went limp in my arms. Panic clawed at my chest. My baby was unconscious. I dialed Sebastian again—my fingers trembling so badly that I nearly dropped my phone. Call after call, I tried reaching him. No answer. He was working as a resident at Aetos Multi-Specialty Hospitals, but it was over an hour away. I had no choice but to rush Ayla to the nearest local hospital. The doctors did their best. I could see it in their tired eyes as they worked tirelessly to stabilize her. Machines beeped. Oxygen masks. Needles. My heart felt like it would stop at any second. “She needs to be transferred,” one of the doctors told me, his voice grim. “We’ve managed to stabilize her vitals for now, but she requires specialized care. Take her to Aetos immediately.” The next thing I knew, we were inside an ambulance. The sirens blared, cutting through the stormy night. Every second felt like an eternity. I held Ayla close, whispering desperate prayers against her damp curls. “Hold on, baby… Please, hold on.” The paramedic beside me checked her vitals repeatedly, his face tense. “We’re almost there,” he assured me. But my heart wouldn’t stop racing. I kept my eyes fixed on her tiny chest, watching for every faint rise and fall. Then, finally, the ambulance screeched to a halt in front of Aetos Multi-Specialty Hospitals. The emergency team was already waiting. They took her from my arms, rushing inside with urgency. I need money. That was the first thought that struck me. I had just started my career in real estate. I barely had a hundred dollars to my name. And the insurance? It wouldn’t cover everything. Ten thousand dollars. That was the estimated cost they gave me. I called Sebastian again. And again. And again. No answer. Desperation overtook me. I had no other choice. My parents weren’t in Eldoria—they lived in another state, a three-hour flight away. But I called them anyway, my voice breaking as I explained the situation. “We’re coming, sweetheart,” my mother said, panic laced in her voice. “Stay strong. We’ll be there soon.” My tears had dried up. My hands were numb from clutching my phone. But the pit in my stomach only grew deeper. I needed to charge my phone, so I stepped outside the PICU, searching for an outlet near the reception. That’s when I saw him. Sebastian. Standing in the dimly lit hospital corridor, his arms wrapped around a crying woman. His lips brushed against her forehead, whispering soft reassurances. My mind went blank. The world around me blurred. Then—darkness. Once, Aurora Adkins was a joyful, simple woman who believed in love. But love betrayed her. Left with nothing but heartbreak and a six months old daughter, Ayla, she clawed her way up from the ruins of her past. Now, she’s a real estate mogul, a self-made powerhouse with a heart of stone. Until she collides with him. Theron Drakos—ruthless, elusive, and heir to the Drakos Corporation. He’s built his empire in the shadows, and now, he’s ready to claim Eldoria. There’s just one problem, Aurora stands in his way. From the moment they meet, it’s war. Deals turn into duels. Boardrooms become battlegrounds. Two unstoppable forces, neither willing to bend. But beneath the sharp words and sharper gazes, something else smolders. Pride says they should walk away. Ego demands they win. But fate? It has other plans.

Veneri, a human blessed with immortality. He suffers in Dystopian Earth and dies during the end of the world. He is transmigrated in the vast world of Spheraphase, where immortals and mortals coexist amidst ancient Dynasties and mystical forces. He becomes Vastarael Richinaria, a prince of the Aeterium race, heir to Dynasty Richinaria, and bearer of a destiny laced with glory and unimaginable suffering. His journey unfolds against the backdrop of a world ravaged by Epoch Cycles, where chosen champions are sent to alternate timelines to solve critical crises and rewrite history. And also, he seeks to find a bit of happiness in this new world since his first life was devoid of it. Will Vastarael overcome the cycle of suffering and achieve true ascension? Or will he succumb to the crushing weight of his own destiny, leaving Spheraphase to fall into chaos? Not that he cares if it falls anyway...

"Strip." The command was sharp, laced with authority, cutting through the silence like the crack of a whip. The deep timbre of Dimitri's voice sent a shiver down the spines of the gathered women. They had learned quickly in the past two days, obedience meant survival. At his order, they bowed their heads, hands trembling as they peeled away the thin, tattered fabric that barely shielded them from humiliation. But one of them did not move. She stood frozen in place promting Dimitri's eyes narrow. _________ Born in a world of deception, Princess Sorayah Drakon was forced to live as a prince, hiding her gender and her unique gifts. She can heal wounds, command the elements, disguise as someone else or animals, manipulate dreams, creates powerful illusions, and ability to wield strength no other human possesses. Feeling trapped, she sheds her false identity under the cover of night to dress as a woman. One fateful night, during one of these secret escapades, she met Lupien Nightshade, the crown prince of the werewolves! It was love at first sight. But love soon turns into tragedy when Lupien kills her father, throwing the human kingdom into chaos. Humans were captured as slaves and Sorayah became one of them. She swore revenge, wanting to get close to Lupien to kill him but before she could, she was claimed by Dimitri Nightshade, Lupien's uncle! When she realized their interests aligned, Sorayah sought to gain his trust and use him as a weapon. Two enemies. One kingdom. A shared thirst for destruction. But there was something else. Something Sorayah hadn't planned for. Dimitri Nightshade was irresistible. She hated him so much she wanted to carve his heart out with her bare hands but she couldn't deny the way he made her burn with passion. Will Soraya be able to bend him to her will? Or will she be trapped in his claws forever?

Nicole is a girl of quiet contradictions, Soft yet dark, distant yet captivating. She hides behind coffee cups and lace dresses, carefully stitching together a life full of fragile secrets. Ryan wasn’t supposed to notice her. But he did. Now, he's drawn into a world where affection feels like a trap, trust is a gamble, and some truths are better left buried. Nicole wants to believe she can escape, but the past doesn’t loosen its grip so easily. Love, after all, isn’t always sweet. It’s something far more delicate, far more dangerous. Something Bittersweet. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- This story contains mature themes including sexual themes, and trauma. It caters intense psychological and sexually suggestive situations that may not be suitable for readers under 18. Reader discretion is advised.

Asuriel Draelith thought she was human. On her 25th birthday, that illusion shattered. The forbidden blood in her veins awakened, and with it, a prophecy that binds her to a fate she doesn’t understand—and a body that is slowly falling apart. She has one year to live, unless she can uncover the truth behind her existence. Enter Vaerion Sinclair—enigmatic, powerful, and undeniably dangerous. He’s a devil with his own agenda, and unfortunately for both of them, his life is now tied to hers. Bound together by forces beyond their control, they must navigate an underworld of infernal corruption, supernatural crime syndicates, celestial politics, and a prophecy that could unmake reality itself. With time running out and enemies closing in, Asuriel must master the ink magic that flows through her soul, outwit devils and angels alike, and survive the war brewing in the shadows. Because the deeper she digs, the more she realizes… She was never meant to exist. And the other realms will do anything to erase her. - Darkly seductive, wickedly sharp, and laced with tension, this novel is an adult fantasy romance revolving around fate, power, and the dangerously thin line between love and destruction.

Story Outline Volume 1: The Queen Morgana sticks to her fun schedule, doing eight things on December 25th, which were blessing soldiers with superpowers, meeting the President Harper, hiring human scientist Dr. David, having luncheon with General Daniel, training royal guard, testing magic potions, hosting a banquet for General Daniel and reviewing empire's daily report. In the following days, the Queen Morgana sticks to her fun schedule, doing different type of fun activities, which include Red Wine Brew Contest, Music Contest, Dance Contest, Thriller Storytelling Contest and so on. Volume 2: The Queen Morgana sticks to her fun schedule, hosting Talent Show Contest on New Year Festival, to meet eight generals, to watch four splendid views and four splendid magic combats, and to fill her day with pleasant memory of delight. In the following days, the Queen Morgana sticks to her fun schedule, hosting different type of interesting contests, to meet many faces, to explore many places, and to learn many experiences. The contests include Costume Design Contest, Cooking Contest, Dragon Riding Contest, Horror Storytelling Contest, Romance Storytelling Contest, and Fantasy Storytelling Contest. Volume 3: The Queen Morgana is gonna host Resurrection Ceremony at Heaven Company in Devil Empire Capital, to meet five chosen souls, to guide them reborn in another world that she created, and to observe their short but splendid lives. In the following days, the Queen Morgana sticks to her fun schedule, hosting Resurrection Ceremony at Heaven Company, to meet many lost souls, to guide them reborn in another world that she created, and to observe their short but splendid lives. Main Character's Image Morgana who was the Goddess of Darkness and the Angel of Light, known as the most beautiful and the most gorgeous Goddess in the universe, she dressed in white silk long gown with intricate pattern and gold lace, with white angel's wings, holy light and the queen's crown. Here's the link to my discord server: https://discord.gg/BcptxXPW

In Zyphera, a realm of floating cities and magic-laced bloodlines, power is not inherited—it is seized. Nobility stands untouchable, their destinies inked by history, their victories carved into golden walls. But ink lies. Ink can be rewritten. Here, only blood tells the truth. Annabelle Dorne was meant to be nothing—a noble in name alone, an overlooked shadow in a world that devours the weak. But when shattered memories of another life awaken, she realizes this story has been told before. She has read it, lived it, and she knows how it ends. The empire will drown in war. A queen will rise from chains. A monster will carve his name into history with fire and ruin. And at the heart of it all, love and betrayal will bleed together, indistinguishable. Annabelle was never meant to change the course of fate. But fate has never met someone like her. As she moves in the spaces between prophecy and reality, unseen hands tighten around her throat—watching, waiting. A prince whose touch commands storms. A villain who thrives in the dark. A woman whose mask hides something far more terrifying than cruelty. And when the final chapter comes, who will be the writer, and who will be the ink?

"But sir," she protested weakly, her voice laced with lust, "I thought... I thought that was my punishment." Mr. Kapoor chuckled darkly, his hand coming down in a swift slap that made her yelp. "Shut up," he barked, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "You're going to get more than you bargained for." His hand traced the reddened marks on her skin, his fingers lingering on the most sensitive areas. Shreya felt a shiver of anticipation as she bent over the desk again, her legs spread wide. She could feel the cool air against her wet pussy, her thong now soaked with his juices. Mr. Kapoor stepped closer, his hand moving to the small of her back, pushing her down even further. "You liked that?" he murmured, his voice a seductive whisper. "Yes, sir," she replied, her voice a breathless pant. She couldn't believe the words that were coming out of her mouth, but she couldn't deny the truth of them. Every part of her was on fire, desperate for more of his touch. Mr. Kapoor's hand slid down her back, his fingers toying with the waistband of her skirt. "You've been a very naughty girl, Shreya," he murmured, his voice a dark caress. "I think it's time for a more... creative punishment." Shreya's heart skipped a beat as she felt something cold and hard press against her pussy. She glanced over her shoulder to see Mr. Kapoor holding a highlighter, the neon pink color glinting in the light. "What are you doing, sir?" she asked, her voice a tremble. "Punishing you," he replied, his voice a low, dark promise. "And I want to hear you beg for it." He pushed the highlighter inside her, the plastic sliding easily through her wetness. She gasped, her eyes widening in shock and pleasure. It was an unusual sensation, something she had never experienced before. Mr. Kapoor began to move the highlighter in and out of her, the friction sending waves of pleasure through her body. "Tell me, slut," he whispered, his voice thick with lust. "Does it feel good to have my highlighter in your cunt?" Shreya whimpered, unable to form coherent words. She had never felt anything like this before, the taboo nature of the act only heightening her arousal. "Y-yes, sir," she managed to stutter, her voice shaky. "It feels... it feels amazing." Mr. Kapoor chuckled, his hand moving the highlighter faster. "You're going to love what comes next"

The air in the secluded passage crackled with a tension that was both palpable and suffocating. Arin, her back pressed against the cold stone wall, watched as Roan stalked towards her, his eyes burning with a mixture of rage and a chillingly possessiveness. It had been months since he had cast her aside, months since his words had shattered her world, yet the memory of his rejection remained as sharp as shattered glass. He had found her alone, a rare moment of solitude in the bustling citadel, and he had seized the opportunity to confront her. Jealousy, a venomous and unfamiliar serpent, coiled within him, fueled by the sight of her arrival alongside Alpha Zayan. Though he would never admit it, the unexpected image of her with anyone, talk more an Alpha gnawed at his pride, a stark reminder of his judgment. "So," he began, his voice a low, menacing growl, "the whore returns." Arin's chin lifted, her eyes flashing with a defiant fire. She refused to cower before him, to allow him the satisfaction of seeing her break. "I came with Alpha Zayan," she corrected, her voice steady, "at his invitation." Roan scoffed, his lips curling into a sneer. "An invitation," he echoed, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "How convenient. I suppose you've been… entertaining him in exchange for his protection?" He stepped closer, his imposing figure casting a long, intimidating shadow over her. "You always were good at selling yourself, weren’t you? First me, then whoever else was willing to take you." He watched her, his eyes filled with a cruel satisfaction, as if he expected her to crumble beneath his insults. He wanted to see her break, to see her reduced to the trembling, humiliated woman he had left behind. But Arin had changed. The pain of his rejection had forged a resilience within her, a strength she never knew she possessed. She had learned to value her own worth, to define herself outside of his judgment. A slow, deliberate smile spread across her lips, a smile that held no warmth, only a chillingly detached amusement. "I would rather be a whore in a cheap bar," she said, her voice laced with a quiet contempt, "than be your whore, King Roan." His eyes widened, a flicker of surprise momentarily breaking through his mask of arrogance. He had expected tears, pleas, perhaps even a desperate attempt to defend her honor. He had not expected defiance.

NEW CHAPTER RELEASE EVERY DAY FROM THE START OF NEXT MONTH. ××× It's simple. A vengeful wildfire of a woman. A tyrant who begs to be burned. When Aria crashes into Kael’s empire, hellbent on making him pay for taking her job away, she’s met not with defiance—but a dare. “You want revenge?” he taunts, voice dripping with dark invitation. “Then ruin me. Take your pound of flesh exactly where it hurts.” His proposition is a trap laced with sin: As expected he calls the shots in his bed, her contempt is his twisted aphrodisiac. “Hate me until your hands shake,” he growls. “But do it on top of me, where I can watch you savor every cut.” Their arrangement is a collision of dominance and delirium. Aria wields her fury like a blade, determined to break him. Kael? He thrives under her wrath, goading her darker, deeper, hungrier. But vengeance turns slippery when every insult she hisses ignites his obsession, and every cold glare melts into bruising kisses. Soon, the bed becomes a battleground—her nails carving victory into his skin, his whispers a serpent’s promise: “Chain me with your rage, darling. I’ll still come back for more." The rules are simple: No mercy. No surrender. But as their games spiral into something ravenous, who’s destroying whom? And when hatred burns this hot, what’s left when the ashes cool?

Warning! Mature Content Hernia is his to care for and he doesn’t care what the world thinks of that. >>>>>>> “We could date instead,” Hermia suggested, her voice laced with uncertainty. “I don’t date,” Niklaus replied coldly, his piercing gaze unwavering. Hermia blinked, caught off guard. “So it has to be marriage?” she asked, her tone laced with disbelief. “Yes,” he deadpanned, not a hint of hesitation in his voice. Her frustration bubbled over. “But we don’t even know each other!” she whined, throwing her hands up in exasperation. Niklaus leaned forward, his dark eyes gleaming. “I don’t need to know you, Mia,” he said, his voice dipping into a deep, dangerous tone. “When I can feel you… that’s enough for me.” She inhaled sharply, her heart hammering in her chest. “That’s not enough for me,” she countered, her voice firm but trembling slightly. His expression softened, and his next words wrapped around her like a promise. “I would forever cherish you, adore you, and treat you like the rarest gem. I would never let you shed a single tear of pain.” Her resolve wavered, but she shook her head and pushed back. “We’re not getting married, Shark. Just go.” But instead of leaving, he smirked, leaning back with a confidence that rattled her. “I’ll be waiting.” Hermia groaned, exasperated. “Nik, you’re hardly doing any waiting. You’re all over me! We live together, work together, eat together—you’re always here!” Niklaus’s voice dropped to a whisper, raw and pleading. “Then just keep me forever, Mia.” She froze, his honest, vulnerable eyes piercing through every defense she had built. Her heart quivered as she felt the weight of his words sink in. She didn’t know what to do. >>>>>>>> To the world, Niklaus Hathaway is ruthless—a man who takes what he wants, no matter the cost. But for Hermia, the girl who’s lost everything, he’s something else entirely: her unlikely savior whom she couldn’t blindly trust. He’s ruthless to everyone—except her. Niklaus Hathaway doesn’t date. He doesn’t waste time. He only wants what’s his. When Hermia steps into his life, he makes one thing clear: if she won’t marry him, she’ll work for him. Keeping her close is his only goal, and no amount of gossip, jealousy, or family betrayal will change that. But Hermia’s life isn’t as simple as working for the powerful CEO who’s claimed her as his. With an evil stepsister and manipulative parents determined to ruin her happiness, Hermia must fight for her place in a world that seems determined to push her out. Niklaus declared her his from the beginning—and he’ll stop at nothing to protect her, no matter the cost Love has never been this dangerous.

Rhea Elwood has always been the figure of laughter as an omega and weakest of the Moonveil pack. On her twentieth birthday is rejected and sent to the dungeon by her mate, Damon Blackthorn. A one night of forceful passion with Damon sent her into a state of pregnancy unknowingly to her. She is saved from her maltreatment at the dungeon by the Lycan King, Kael Draven, the formidable king of the Blue Storm kingdom during an ally meeting. Rhea begins to discover an eerie hidden ancient power that she possessed laced to the *Lunar Queen*. But her state thrusts her into a life of ruthless politics, formidable magic, and treacherous alliance. As she tours for the truth behind the dark shadows, she finds out that the divine power she possessed had the power of commanding both wolves and Lycans. But her path to ascension is a narrow path: a jealous Alpha, a shadow council and a group of vengeful witches set to destroy her. When war lurks to destroy the realm, Rhea must rise above her fears and accept her fate. Will she become the queen the kingdom has ever desired, or should they wait for another?

Some people say the devil takes everything from you, leaving you with only one choice—to fight or to fall. That was the case. Elena Munore doesn’t lose—not in court, not in life. A Harvard Law graduate, she built her reputation on resilience, logic, and an unwavering sense of justice. But when she takes on a high-profile case against Dimitri Vasiliev, she quickly realizes that the man across the courtroom isn’t just another billionaire with a ruthless legal team—he is the law. Dimitri Vasiliev controls everything: businesses, politics, the very system Elena believes in. He doesn’t play fair, and he doesn’t lose. What starts as a battle of legal strategy turns into something far more dangerous. Every counterattack, every late-night confrontation pulls her deeper into his orbit—one laced with secrets, power plays, and an undeniable, forbidden pull. She should be terrified. She should walk away. But something about him—his darkness, his control, the way he sees through every defense she puts up—keeps her standing her ground. Until she isn’t sure if she’s fighting to win… or fighting the way he makes her burn. Dimitri never falls. But for her, he just might burn.

(Mature Content) "He's a monster.... a real menace of our world" In the grand Wisteria Kingdom, Prince Ryan stands as an outcast, a royal burden shrouded in the hatred of his people. He navigates a world where every gaze is laced with disgust and every word is a reminder of his unworthiness. Attempting to escape the confines of his reality, Ryan crosses paths with Jihoon, the prince of Alyssum—a radiant force who shatters his world and rebuilds it in ways he never imagined. In a world ruled by hierarchy and primal instincts, their bond is anything but simple. As their fates intertwine, Ryan is drawn into an unfamiliar whirlwind of emotions: yearning, jealousy, and the aching desire to belong. "We need to stop this. If we don't, the prophecy that has haunted our kingdom for generations..... I fear it could become reality-.....the destruction our ancestors feared most." As Ryan struggles with these strange emotions, which are blooming inside of him for Jihoon, an old evil rises-the legend of the long-feared Alphas, that which evokes hatred by the very people he's fighting. Hints of the past begin to become more defined and threaten to become reality. What will Ryan do as he learns that the true battle is not against his people, but the existence of himself: that which is destined to be the world's overthrow? . . . . . "He was destiny, my power. I wasn’t born for this world but only for him. He was my power and death. So I shall be only for him." -Smut -Omegaverse -Royal family -Kingdoms -Modern royal family Every 2 days after the next chapter will be uploaded.

Every secret has a watcher. Every mask hides a weakness. And _Yukimura Kira_ is running out of places to hide. By day, she's just another nameless face in Tokyo’s endless crowd. But by night, she becomes _Luna_ , an underground idol wrapped in secrecy. No one knows her real name. No one knows her real face. And that’s exactly how she’s survived. Until now. Because someone is watching . _Kairos_—a ghost in the system, a hacker who doesn’t just break into networks but into lives. He was sent to track her, to gather intel, to report back. But the more he watches, the more he _wants_ . Every message he sends is a warning. Every intrusion is a claim. Every whispered threat is laced with something darker—something he refuses to name. But Kira isn’t just being stalked. Someone else is hunting her. Someone who doesn’t care about Luna , the idol. Someone who wants Kira dead. Now, she has two choices: Run from the faceless threat closing in on her real life. Or confront the man behind the screen who refuses to let her go. Because Kairos isn’t just watching anymore. He’s _waiting_ . And if she falls into his hands… escape may no longer be an option. How do these two worlds collide? Under what circumstances will they meet—will it spark a forbidden romance or a tragic downfall?

In a stifling near future,** Seoul has become the theater of an invisible war. A supernatural disease—**Syndrome S**—transforms charisma into a biological weapon. The infected can manipulate the masses with a glance… but their power feeds on **social inequalities**. The more vulnerable the victim, the more absolute the control. The price? Abuse this gift, and you become a **Shattered One**, a deformed being whose mere smile drives others to mass suicide. **Jung Tae-Oh**, a bankrupt lawyer surviving in the city’s underground heating tunnels, becomes patient zero of a mutant strain. His rage against corrupt conglomerates mutates into a contagious power: he can **ignite fierce rebellion** among the oppressed. But every use of Syndrome S edges him closer to monstrous metamorphosis—and attracts the notice of **Song Ji-Woo, an empire heiress who brands him the perfect scapegoat. As the city splinters into infected factions—unions wielding hypnotic slogans, influencers romanticizing poverty, scientists peddling charisma-laced drugs—Tae-Oh faces an impossible choice: - Wield his power to overthrow the elit, risking transformation into the very monster he despises? - Or destroy it, condemning his people to eternal subjugation?

The Sound of Death is the first book in the Maleficarum Verse, a dark detective story laced with supernatural and mythological elements. Set in the eerie town of Blackmere.

NO RAPE! MATURE CONTENT/ VIOLENCE BUT NOTHING TOO GORY FOR READERS TO HANDLE. Lilith was a rebellious child while growing up and didn’t have a belief in marriage as she saw it as a fancy prison. She was adopted by Lycan foster parents who saw her as nothing more than a burden. Because she was human, they repeatedly sold her to men seeking mistresses, but each time, she was returned after a single night. At last, she thought she had found an escape, falling for a man who promised her freedom. But instead of a life of love and freedom, she awoke in chains, barely clothed, imprisoned in a room in the pack house of the Alpha Lycan of the Purple Phoenix Pack. Suddenly a voice spoke, “So, you have awoken?” Slithering down her spine like ice water. Never before had mere words unsettled her so, but this one did. It was laced with menace, whispering of danger…of death. As she shifted, pain lashed through her body, sharp and stinging. She winced, squeezing her eyes shut against the agony, only to realize her situation. She was bound, barely clothed, and trapped. How did this happen? She had been on her way to her husband’s house and…oh, no. He had betrayed her! “Who are you?” She demanded, forcing herself to swallow her fear, to summon courage despite the quiver in her voice. She strained to see the source of the voice, but the oppressive darkness yielded nothing. Frustration flared within her. “Humans…” The word dripped with disdain and disgust. “Always asking unnecessary questions.” His hatred was palpable, seething. One wrong word, and he would not hesitate to end her. “Whip her.” Lycans were cursed beasts who rarely had mates. After a hundred years of waiting, the Alpha Lycan was commanded by the gods to take a virgin human bride to conceive an heir. But he despised humans and had no desire to rule with one by his side. So he agreed; he would mate with her, but once she bore his child, she would be discarded. Before she could part her lips to talk, the order was given. The lash struck her back, sharp and searing, and she cried out in agony. … Days passed. The whipping continued, lasting for thirty minutes each day but Alpha Zayd never returned. “Kill her. She is of no use.” He ordered, but instead of despair, something unexpected flared within her…hope. “I will be your slave,” she whispered, forcing the words out. “And I will offer my body only to you, Alpha Zayd.” He stilled. His golden gaze flickered toward her, considering. “Take her to my bed,” he ordered. Then, just as swiftly as he had appeared, he was gone. Determined, Lilith agreed to be his slave but only to find a way to escape and make everyone pay.

Some words are meant to be whispered. Others should never be written at all. I knew better, but I still wrote it. A note laced with unfiltered desire—blunt, raw, and undeniably reckless. A note meant for Miss Rose. She wasn’t just another woman. She was temptation wrapped in elegance, the kind of woman who makes a man forget his own rules. But I didn’t write her poetry or confessions of love. No, what I left behind was something far bolder—something that should have never left my mind, let alone reached her hands. Now, she knows. And instead of pushing me away, she’s playing the game I started. A game of unspoken tension, stolen glances, and a promise that neither of us dares to say out loud. One note was all it took. Now, she’s waiting for my next move.

#R18, #HAREM, #ECCHI, #SMUT #ROMANCE [WARNING] ****** /THIS NOVEL CONTAINS TOO MUCH EXPLICT SEXUAL CONTENT, CURSE LANGUAGE **** * ** ******* * **** AUDIENCE DISCRETION IS ADVISED The impact rattled my bones, a chaotic jumble of noise and twisted metal. When my eyes fluttered open, the salt-laced air and the endless stretch of sand told a grim story – stranded. A beautiful, almost ethereal woman stood nearby, her gaze distant, and two flight attendants, their uniforms torn and stained, huddled together, their faces etched with fear. We were alive, but that was just the beginning. We weren't just fighting for survival; we were trying to piece together the shattered remnants of what had happened, and understand how we'd ended up here, on this forgotten place.

The Guardian Angels were legends— a people of light and power—until the night they fell. Hunted to near extinction, their wings were torn from the skies, their voices drowned in blood and ash. Only one remains. A princess, ripped from the wreckage of her people, captured and bound in servitude to the Hunters, the very race that destroyed her kind. Her master is Prince Donte, heir to the kingdom that thrives on power and oppression. He holds her chains, but there is something in his eyes—something that doesn’t quite match the weight of a conqueror. It is Sunset, Donte’s wife, who first shakes the illusion. A passing remark, a simple sentence laced with unspoken truth—one that seeps into the princess’s mind and refuses to leave. The truth was never told to her. It was something she was never meant to see. But once she does, everything changes. Beyond the castle walls, a greater darkness looms. King Reign is more than a ruler—he is a predator, one whose power binds even the strong in unseen shackles. Once he catches the scent of your blood, there is no escaping him. When the moment of reckoning comes, Donte entrusts his only son, Dream, with the unthinkable. As the others flee, Dream must stay behind to face the king alone. In his hands, he holds the future. In his heart, a choice—will he seek revenge and risk becoming the very thing he hates? Or will he break the cycle and forge a new path?

She was the outcast's, the wolfless disgrace of a powerful bloodline. He was the ruthless bully who made sure she never forgot it. But something has changed. The whispers have shifted, the stares linger longer, and the power she was never meant to have is finally awakening. Now, the one who broke her is the one who won't leave her alone. Desperation laces his every move, regret burns his eyes. But some wounds don't heal, and some betrayal can't be forgiven. He swore she was nothing, so why is he acting like she was everything.

The silver ring was the bridge he never knew existed, a silent thread weaving his fate with the devil’s. It didn’t choose him by chance—this was destiny, set in motion long before he ever slipped it onto his finger. Each night, as sleep takes him, he crosses the threshold into a world of dark allure, where Hell isn’t just fire and torment but beauty laced with danger. And waiting on the other side, with a smirk as haunting as it is mesmerizing, is the devil himself—Lucien. Luca doesn’t know why he was chosen or what Lucien truly wants, but one thing is clear: the more he resists, the stronger the pull becomes. Fate has marked him, and the devil never lets go of what’s his.

Gears of Eternity: The Anvil of Souls A Steam-Punk Odyssey Where Broken Gears Birth New Gods IN THE YEAR OF COGWORK 237, When the Eternal Forge explodes, unleashing ERROR#47 corruption chains across three realms, blacksmith Aiden Anvil discovers his split iris holds more than 24 personalities—it's a cosmic forge where each fractured soul can reshape reality. THE CLOCKWORK APOCALYPSE BEGINS WHEN: Steam City's Blueflame Court orders mass memory purges through dwarf-crafted "Soul Crystals" The Dwarven Kingdom's star-map traps reveal mathematical plagues devouring constellations God's Klein Bottle Defense starts birthing stillborn galaxies in Vivian's stardust-woven womb TO SURVIVE THE FOURTH INDUSTRIAL APOCALYPSE, AIDEN MUST: Master weapons that bleed memories: Spring's Sakura Bow (each petal steals a lover's whisper) Winter's Ice Caliper (measures time in dying star tremors) Navigate warped battlefields where: Every gear turn in Steam Court overwrites someone's identity Memory Mines convert thoughts into combustible currency Celestial Forges demand sacrificial equations written in bone Choose between: Purifying Vivian's cosmic pregnancy (triggering Geneva Convention's Anti-Messiah Clause) Letting his 13th personality forge the "Perfect Machine Heart" (erasing human flaws... and humanity) WITNESS THE GRAND MECHANISM CRUMBLE WHEN: Ash Elin's ERROR#47 chains rewrite reality's source code (Ch.35 Airship Inferno) Rusty Maggie auctions the last antidote for mathematical plagues (Ch.180 Black Market Requiem) The final showdown at Corrupted Zodiac Forge demands payment in paradoxes (Ch.200 Eternity's Blueprint) THIS IS NOT A STEAM-AGE REBELLION. THIS IS WHAT HAPPENS WHEN GOD'S TOOLBOX FALLS INTO BROKEN HANDS. "A masterwork where Blake's 7th forge meets Gibson's neural lace." — SteamPunk Quarterly

Beneath the surface of Istanbul, in the shadows where the world dares not look, Emir reigns—a ghost, a weapon, a monster carved from betrayal. Abandoned as a child, he learned to survive in the blood-soaked underbelly of power until Kanat, a man with secrets of his own, took him in and forged him into something unstoppable. Emir knows nothing of innocence. Nothing of softness. Nothing of the daughter Kanat kept hidden from him. Beren. Delicate. Sheltered. Too pure for a world like his. She should have never stepped into his underground lair. She should have never seen him like that—hands drenched in blood, eyes as dark as the sins he carries. Now, she is tangled in his world, a world that will eat her alive. Unless he teaches her how to survive it. Unless he makes her just as dangerous as he is. But some flames burn too close, some shadows whisper too sweetly, and some monsters… aren’t meant to be tamed. A dark, intense tale of power, obsession, and love laced with danger. Enter at your own risk.