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Chosen By The Cursed Alpha King
9.0K·Night Owl Every woman he touches dies. But I survived. They say Alpha King Maximus is a monster — too big, too brutal, too cursed. His bed is a death sentence, and no woman has ever left it alive. So why did he choose me? The fat, unwanted omega. The one my own pack offered up like trash. One night with the merciless King was supposed to end me. Instead, it ruined me. Now I crave the man who takes without mercy. His touch burns. His voice commands. His body destroys. And I keep going back for more. But Maximus doesn’t do love. He doesn’t do mates. He takes. He owns. And he never stays. Too bad for him…I’m not the weak, pathetic girl they threw away. I’m something far more dangerous —the one woman who can break his curse… or break his kingdom.
My Jerk Stepbrother
783·Lynne writes"Take it, Jenna. Take your brother’s dick like a good girl" My body trembled, a confusing mix of fear and something else I refused to name. "You're disgusting." I choked out as I gagged on his dick. “Table manner sis, you don’t talk with your mouth full” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ After the incident that almost landed her in jail, Jenna’s mother ships her off to the countryside to live with her father and his new family that she barely knows. But distance doesn’t guarantee repentance, not when trouble comes in the form of two dangerously familiar faces. She never meant to catch the attention of the town’s most notorious boys… but she did. First comes Alec Levin: her grumpy, infuriating biker stepbrother. Their relationship starts with resentment, sharp words and revenge plotting. But proximity has a way of exposing cracks and forcing them to see the parts of each other they weren’t ready to face. Somewhere between hatred and desire, a line they should never cross begins to blur. And the consequences could be disastrous, something in the line of losing friendships and destroying a family. Please note: This is a dark romance, because the main characters have dark tendencies. Their enmity goes beyond banters and glares; they might physically hurt each other. That being said, enjoy Alec and Jenna's crazy-forbidden love story.
Make Me Yours, Daddy
1.0K·Crimsontaless“ Keep your eyes open for me, princess. I want you to see how this pussy of yours is dripping with just my eyes on you. I want you to watch as I suck on this juicy pussy and I want you to look and never forget the way I am going to fuck you so hard and rough that you’ll no longer feel anything but me inside you. “ I had always thought that I had a problem. Not that I could not feel aroused but because I was always horny, my pussy always dripping for the very man I should never think of moaning to, my father’s Cousin, Tristan Desmond. I had many plans for the day, going out and getting drunk in a club since my parents were out of town but none included getting caught touching myself moaning Tristan’s name by the man I should call my uncle. I have always had this crush on him that made me wet and I ended up touching myself to his name. No one had ever gotten me this aroused, this wild the way he did without even knowing. Soon …., I had realized that this was more than just lust. It was Love. I was determined to be with him and I could be as selfish in love as I could get but what I did not know that ……. Tristan Desmond was not just a normal person who was my uncle. He had a dark past, too many secrets buried alive and he was a monster who ripped souls out of peoples bodies. He was not a good man but …. I craved him even more, and was determined to own his body and … his soul.
Please Me, Daddy
117.0K·EliJaWarning: Mature Content "Tell me all your sexual fantasies, princess." "I want to be fucked, ruined, choked, and marked until I’m a moaning, crying mess, leaking all over your sheets, daddy." Grace’s world shattered the night she found out her fiancé was gay. Drunk, devastated, and desperate to forget, she stumbled into the wrong hotel room, and into the arms of Apollo Reed. He is a sinfully hot, cold-hearted forty-year-old man, twice her age. He’s everything she was never supposed to want. And everything she never knew she needed. But reality hits hard the next morning when she realizes the man who gave her the first orgasm of her life is her new boss. Will she let him take her again? Please her until she’s trembling, begging, and utterly his? Or will she finally learn that wanting a man like him always comes with a price? "Good girl. Now spread those legs."
Offered To The Cursed Alpha
22.0K·Page Slayer“You will never be my Luna.” Those were the first words Isabella heard from her husband. Sold to the ruthless Alpha of the Blood Moon Pack as the price of an alliance, Isabella is nothing more than an unwanted omega—a disposable daughter sacrificed by the very family that should have protected her. Killian Nightbane never wanted this marriage. Five years ago, a woman saved his life when his enemies left him for dead in the dark forest. Believing Maya was his savior, he swore to make her his Luna and has never wavered from that promise. So Isabella is only a duty. A pact. A burden he refuses to claim. Yet… Every time he touches her, something ignites. A spark too dangerous to ignore. A pull too primal to deny. His wolf doesn’t crave war… It craves her. Hungry. Possessive. Unrelenting. The more Killian fights the bond, the stronger it becomes... and the more dangerous his obsession grows. Because some promises are built on lies. Some memories refuse to stay buried. And destiny has a cruel way of choosing the one person you were never meant to reject. When the truth finally comes for the Alpha King, will it already be too late?
Too Late To Want Me Back, Ex Husband!
5.0K·N.For five years, Elara was the "peasant" wife—the woman who gave Shawn a kidney to save his life and received nothing but cold indifference and his family's contempt in return. Behind her dutiful-housewife mask hid the world's most feared cybersecurity genius and the secret heiress to a global empire. She stayed anyway. For love. For the family she still hoped they'd become. But hope dies in a cold swimming pool. Shawn shoves his pregnant wife into the water to save his drowning mistress. Elara wakes in a hospital bed with an empty womb and nothing left to lose. When Shawn comes to discard her for the woman he chose, what he finds instead are five of the most powerful men alive, standing where his weeping wife used to be—Elara's brothers. The peasant is dead. The predator just woke up. Now Shawn's empire is bleeding out under a cyberattack no one can trace, and the man who threw her away can't stop chasing the woman he created. But Elara has already chosen a man who never made her prove she was worth keeping.
Ruthless Redemption: The Rise of Amelia
701.0K·Annypen/OdionAmelia Carter dedicated twenty years of her life to her husband, Richard, building his success while raising their three children. She sacrificed her dreams, her career, and her youth, only to be discarded like yesterday’s trash. On their anniversary, Richard introduced his secretary as the love of his life. Worse, their children sided with him, mocking her before she was thrown out of the home she had built. For eight months, Amelia disappeared. But she didn’t crumble. She rebuilt herself from the ground up, sharpening her mind, regaining her confidence, and forging a new identity, one that no longer lived in anyone’s shadow. Now, she returns as Amelia Vaughn, the formidable CEO of a global empire. And fate has handed her the perfect weapon: Richard’s failing company, desperate for an investor. When her ex-husband and ungrateful children kneel before her, begging for mercy, she only has one answer. Revenge. This time, Amelia isn’t here to forgive. She’s here to make them suffer.
My Best Friend's Brother
94.0K·Ameerawrites “Crawl to me, Jo,” his voice was a low, dangerous command. I crossed my arms, glaring at him, trying to ignore the pulse of my blood and the heat pooling between my legs. “Make me,” I shot back. His smirk was the only warning I got. I knew I was in deep trouble. --- Joan Madison has always despised Aaron Thompson, her best friend's arrogant, insufferable brother. The feeling was mutual—until it wasn't. A vacation meant to be a getaway with her friend Rhoda takes a sharp turn when Joan finds herself tangled in a steamy, reckless encounter with the one man she swore she’d never want. What should’ve been a fleeting mistake becomes something far more dangerous as Aaron refuses to let her go—and his hunger for her only deepens. Jo’s trapped between desire and defiance, but one thing is clear: this game they’ve started could burn them both.
The Biker's Claim
10.0K·Author Rosa A virgin at thirty? A plus-size? Yes, that's Hera. After a painful heartbreak, she shuts herself off and chooses to focus on her career. Well, that's until She meets Mason aka Viper, the leader of Shadow riders motorcycle club on her way to her best friends wedding. He stakes his claim on her but life has a way of messing people up. Past traumas and bitter Ex's crawl on them. Hera has a secret, will Mason accept this side of her when he learns about it? *** He is ready to settle, she only wants to play around. He is Jepoy aka Zero. The deadly weapon of the club, yet she elopes his traps, avoiding his claim. She was not always like this, a traumatic marriage changed her. He saved her from him, but he can't save her from the hell she lives in everyday. Chloe knows she isn't ready to settle, Jepoy knows he must stake a claim on her. Two wounded souls, two different destination, is there a future for them? TRIGGER WARNING: The story contains sensitive information. Acts of violence and extremely mature content (+18) will be explored. Proceed with caution.
Forgotten That Winter
629·-I faked my death. Then I had a brain tumor removed and lost every memory I'd ever had. I don't remember the guardian who faked bankruptcy and bled me dry. I don't remember being forced to kneel in public, humiliated like a dog, just to amuse his precious adopted daughter. I had full reconstructive surgery. I got married. I had a child. I built a normal life. Three years later. A high-end baby boutique. I was picking out a onesie when a man blocked the end of the aisle. He stared at me. The shopping bag slipped from his hand. "Kayla? God… you're really alive?" He stepped forward. His voice shook. "Why didn't you come back to Donovan? He's been searching for you for three years. Everyone thought you were dead—" Instinct took over. I moved the stroller behind me. "Sorry," I said. "I had a brain tumor removed. I don't remember anything from before. Do I know you?" He froze. "What about Donovan? Donovan Reed—you don't remember him?" "Who's Donovan?" The silence that followed was sharp. The man's mouth opened and shut. He looked like he'd forgotten how to speak. Something tightened in my chest. That name had struck something buried deep, something I couldn't reach. I turned toward the window without thinking. A man stood outside in the dark. Tall. A dark gray overcoat. His features were carved hard under the streetlights. But his eyes were rimmed red. He was staring at me. Like he was watching a corpse crawl out of its grave. I didn't know him. But my hands were shaking. The man—Marcus—told me Donovan Reed had been my guardian. The youngest billionaire on Wall Street. The Reed family's investment firm "collapsed." Then he was diagnosed with ALS. I dropped out of Cornell to take care of him. I borrowed from loan sharks. I shouldered every single medical bill alone. Five years. Debt collectors cracked my ribs. I never bought a single painkiller. I worked three jobs until I collapsed on the sidewalk. I never took a day off. Every cent I earned went into his goddamn experimental drugs. Because the doctors said they might buy him a few more months. Then one night, I was carrying trays at a five-star hotel ballroom in Manhattan. And I saw the man who was supposed to be rotting in a wheelchair. He was wearing a bespoke suit. A Patek Philippe worth more than a house flashed on his wrist under the chandeliers. He was standing straight. Holding a glass of whiskey. Laughing with his old friends. "Donovan, you've been faking ALS for five years," his friend said. "Kayla nearly destroyed herself trying to save you. Don't you think this punishment game has gone far enough?"
From Best Friend To Fiancé
24.0K·Page Hunter“You have no idea what you’ve done to me. I’ve been replaying every sound you made, every way you came apart for me.” His grip tightened. “I’m not letting that go. I’m not letting you go. Fuck the friendship. I want you.” I let out a little gasp. His thumb rubbed across my lower lip. “I don’t just want to fuck you—I want to keep you. You’re my favorite sin, and I’ll commit it again and again until you understand you’re mine.” His lips twitched a little. “You’ve always been mine, Savannah.” ——- Her sister is marrying her ex. So she brings her best friend as her fake fiancé. What could possibly go wrong? Savannah Hart thought she was over Dean Archer—until her sister, Chloe announces she's marrying him. The same man Savannah never stopped loving. The man who left her heartbroken… and now belongs to her sister. A weeklong wedding in New Hope. One mansion full of guests. And a very bitter maid of honor. To survive it, Savannah brings a date—her charming, clean-cut best friend, Roman Blackwood. The one man who’s always had her back. He owes her a favor, and pretending to be her fiancé? Easy. Until fake kisses start to feel real. Now Savannah’s torn between keeping up the act… or risking everything for the one man she was never supposed to fall for.
Bride For The Blind Don
2.0K·MURRs"Crawl to me, Amber... Let me feel how tight that virgin cunt is. Prove your father didn’t lie.” "Make me do it... You blind bastard!" He doesn’t see the world. He owns it. Zeden Vercetti is a blind mafia don feared across continents—ruthless, unyielding, and lethal with or without his sight. Once a husband. Still a father. But love? That died with his wife. Now his world revolves around power, blood, and pleasure... on his terms. When Amber’s father trades her off to clear a dirty debt, she finds herself trapped in a nightmare—a palace of wolves ruled by the most dangerous one of all. Zeden doesn’t want a bride. He wants obedience. He wants her mouth screaming, her legs spread, her pride shattered. She thought she’d be his wife. He says she’s just a fucktoy. A virgin to break. A slut to train. But Amber isn't built to bend. And Zeden has never met a girl who fights back, tempts him, confuses him... and maybe awakens the parts of him he swore were dead. In a mansion filled with guns, secrets, and scars that don’t fade, one virgin girl is about to face the beast. And Zeden? He’ll make her crawl. Will she survive the dark kingdom of the Vercettis—or will she become the fire that ruins him? Viewer Discretion Advised ?️?️?️?️?️?? ☠️This book contains intense, dark themes: Dominance & submissionVirgin training, rough sex, threesomes, and BDSM Raw, explicit, and unfiltered sexual content Violence, trauma, emotional manipulation. 10% plot. 90% sex. And Sin. A possessive blind mafia don with a broken past and a dangerous heart. Read at your own risk. Not for the faint-hearted. Not for the soft. If you dare enter Zeden Vercetti’s world… be ready to bleed.
After Prison, I Took My Revenge
0·Z·NyraAt my husband’s birthday party, he kicked me so hard I lost our baby. My own brother stood by, eyes cold, and spat, “You deserved it!” Later they framed me and had me thrown in prison. Three years behind bars—my child gone, my womb taken, even my last kidney beaten until it failed. The day I was released, they knelt in front of me and begged me to come home. But I no longer have a home—only a body on the brink of collapse and a heart colder than hell. This time—it’s their turn to have nowhere to run.
By the Time He Arrived, I Was Already Gone
0·guotongThree years of marriage, and I'd just learned I was never Graham's wife. When I handed over the application form, the clerk pulled up a file Graham had already submitted. Under "Spouse," there it was in black and white—the name of his dying first love. I demanded they check again. There had to be a mistake. The clerk pulled up the system records, her expression darkening: "You two were never registered. His legal spouse is, in fact, that woman."
The Gold Bars My Husband Gave His Mistress Were My Dowry from My Father
900·-I was having afternoon tea when I stumbled upon a video. 【My billionaire boyfriend gave me a beachfront villa, plus custom gold bars engraved with my initials!】 【He says it’s just pocket change from his family. Is this man marriage material?】 The video went viral. Comments flooded in, all envying her luck. I thought it was just another flexing influencer—until I zoomed in on the engraving and froze. That was my daughter Lia’s initials. The villa’s deed number matched the one in my personal trust file. How did my prenup assets turn into her boyfriend’s love tokens? ……
I am no longer the secret lover of the godfather.
2.0K·D.D.I was Ricardo Conti's secret mistress for ten years. For ten years, I was his shadow, his weapon, the person who came whenever he called. I always thought that maybe one day, I could become his true partner. However, after we slept together, he told me he was getting engaged to someone else. In that moment, I finally understood—I was nothing more than an asset he could put away and use whenever he pleased.
After my husband drugged me, I was impregnated by another man
11·guotongMy husband had a vasectomy five years ago, yet I was pregnant. We both believed it was a miracle from above—until I heard my mother-in-law's voice: "Don't drag this out. Getting her pregnant was enough. Whether she gives birth doesn't matter." Selena responded, "The cord blood is best extracted at eight months. That's when the activity is highest." My husband murmured in agreement, "Right. Once she's a bit weaker, after the surgery, Leo's leukemia will be cured." My world collapsed in that moment. I never imagined they would use my child to save another child. But they didn't know that there was a reason I hadn't had children all these years. Then I heard Adrian say, "Actually, I'm not even sure if she's carrying my child. After all, that night, my brother slept with her too..." That confirmed it—this child, I couldn't keep. And them? I would never let them get away with it.
His Betrayal Made Me Viral
2·Z·Nyra"On my 28th birthday, my husband called his mistress from our bathroom to wish her happy birthday." The dress that should have been mine was on her body. The anniversary trip I planned became their romantic escape... When I discovered he wasn't just betraying me, but using our joint account to pay for her fertility treatments, I laughed. From an ignored housewife to a global influencer with millions of followers—my revenge has only just begun.
To defend his “genius” designer, my husband locked me in a submarine
9·D.D.My husband, to defend his designer, drugged me unconscious, locked me in a submarine, and dumped me at the bottom of the deep sea. It all began that morning. I finished my routine inspection and found multiple deadly hazards. Chloe denied any responsibility. Derek sided with her on the spot, then set a trap under the guise of an “apology.” The glass slipped from my hand, and the last thing I saw was Derek's expressionless face. When I came to, I was lying in the cockpit of the Siren. Outside the window was pitch darkness, with occasional glowing fish swimming past. I looked at the instrument panel showing we were already at three thousand meters below sea level. "Derek! Have you lost your mind?" "Oh, and by the way, your predicament is being livestreamed globally," he said with a cold laugh. "People are even betting on how long you'll survive." I looked up to see the livestream feed, with comments scrolling nonstop: [Bet she won't last a day!] [I'm betting she'll make it!] [This woman's pretty good-looking, what a waste.] I gripped the control panel tightly and took a deep breath. Then I opened the public maritime broadcast channel and spoke into the microphone: "What are you waiting for? Come get me already."
The Alpha Who Didn’t Deserve My Ten Years
2.0K·Z·NyraBy day, I killed for the Alpha. By night, he used my body like it belonged to him—hands, mouth, every inch exactly where he wanted. For ten years, I thought that meant something. That I meant something. Until he crowned another woman as his Luna… and made me kneel in front of them like a well-trained pet. The next morning, he kicked me straight into a silver bomb just to protect her perfect little face. They all thought I died. But the woman who came back doesn’t melt for his touch, doesn’t break at his voice, and sure as hell doesn’t open her legs for him anymore. Now he’s the one on his knees—shaking, desperate—while I look down at him and feel absolutely nothing. that would never belong to him again.
