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With my heart pounding in my chest, I forced myself into the center of the living room, where the brothers sat in silence. My legs felt weak beneath me, and my breaths came out shaky, as I opened my mouth to speak. "After college..." I started, but paused then continued, "I’m leaving the house," I managed to say, my words barely above a whisper. Instantly, the room’s atmosphere shifted. Four pairs of eyes locked onto me, their displeasure evident in their gaze. Before I could react, the brothers surrounded me. "You want to leave us?" Gavin’s voice was low and disbelieving, his gaze piercing. "Absolutely not," Parker snapped, his tone sharper than I’d ever heard. Cooper shook his head, his expression unreadable. "Sweetheart, that’s simply not an option." Then Bryce stepped forward, his eyes dark with intensity. "Over my dead body," he growled. "You’re not going anywhere without us." "You mean... I have to stay here? With you? Forever?" I asked, my face twisting with fear as I moved my gaze from one brother to the next. Bryce met my gaze, his tone cold and sharp. "Exactly. You’re stuck with us. Forever." His words confirmed my fears and before I could stop myself my knees gave way and I collapsed to the floor. ** Amera was barely eighteen when she was forcibly taken from her parents. She was brought to their mansion, and instead of being treated with respect and dignity, she was made to work as their maid and her life became a living hell. Exhausted by their mistreatment and constant seduction, Amera decided to do what was best for herself—she ran away. She ran as fast as her tiny legs could take her. But is it truly possible to escape the grasp of the four notorious brothers? The answer is no—you can’t! It’s simply impossible. Amera soon found herself caught between the brothers; they seduced her, made her cry out their names as she came hard, bullied her, provoked her jealousy, and left her deeply frustrated. Once again, Amera grew weary, and it wasn’t long before she began planning a second escape. Content Warning: This story is intended for readers aged 18 and above. Although it is a love story, it contains dark and potentially distressing themes, including toxicity and obsession. Reader discretion is advised, as some content may be triggering.

It's a story about ENZO, an alpha, and TIARA, a luna (she doesn't know that she's actually a werewolf). "Now it's time for punishment little girl" Enzo said and threw tiara on his shoulder and walked out of the room. "No one is allowed to talk with her. If anyone goes against me, get ready for the consequences", Enzo warned the whole college. "Please take this money and runaway from here...... I'm sorry sweetheart, please forgive me", Tiara found a letter. As she was still processing what she had just read, a group of men wearing black barged into her house and kidnapped her. "You will be maid for my son from now on, but don't worry, I'll take care of your studies until you get a job", a man who sat on king's chair declared. "I'm not feeling good, get the hell out of here" Enzo roared on the tiara. "Didn't you say my mate died right after you gave birth? I myself buried her delicate body with my own hands, then why do I feel bonds around this girl named Tiara? " Enzo questioned a couple. "Don't worry, she can't be awakened unless we lift that spell", Someone assured another werewolf. "Why did you do that, dad? You ruined my entire life. Am I not your child?" Tiara cried.

She was a bride on her wedding day. By morning, she was a slave in chains. Aurelia’s world ends the moment it should’ve begun. Her wedding dress still clings to her when demons killed her husband and dragged her away from her whole dream. Sold at auction like cattle, her value is measured in gold—not screams. Her buyer is no ordinary monster. He is Tenebrarum Mortifer—the ancient demon whose name sends kings to their knees. Cold, untouchable, and cruel. He didn’t buy her for love. He bought her to break her. But Aurelia does not shatter. Her grief is fire. Her hatred was sharp. And the more she resists, the more her captor finds himself… watching. Wanting. Obsessing. What begins as torment twists into something far more dangerous. She was meant to be his plaything. Now, she’s the one unravelling him. — In a world where demons rule, and broken girls burn brighter than any spell, can a soul stolen by war ignite a love that even hell can’t destroy?

it is about a lady who was newly wed she shifted to a city with her husband but there is a guy in her new neighbourhood who likes her we will see how that guy will be a big impact on that lady's life

He’s gay. She’s a girl. So why does it feel like gravity is pulling them into each other anyway? When Eliana lands a job under fashion icon Luca, she never expects her chaotic new life to include Nicholas/Nicky—gorgeous, untouchable, and openly gay. But nights turn into stolen touches, heated glances, and secrets pressed between bodies that shouldn’t want. Eliana knows she shouldn’t fall for a man whose heart was never meant for her. And Nicky? He’s caught between the life he’s always known and the fire he can’t stay away from. Their love doesn’t make sense. It’s messy. Unlabeled. Addictive. But when every moment together feels like a confession, how long can they pretend it’s not real? Mature Rating so please no 17 and below.

He was just a broke college student juggling part-time jobs to survive. She was the untouchable Chairwoman of a trillion-dollar empire. Their worlds should’ve never crossed… but she made sure they did. Kang Minjae never imagined his quiet life would spiral into chaos the moment he received a message from an anonymous number. A message that wasn’t just a mistake—but a declaration of silent possession. “You’re mine. You just don’t know it yet.” — From Unknown She watched him. She followed him. She erased every obstacle between them without him even knowing. To her, love meant ownership, and he was already claimed. But beneath her beauty lies obsession. Beneath her silence, madness. And the deeper Minjae falls into her world, the harder it becomes to escape. Yet the scariest part? A part of him doesn’t want to. Behind the smiles of those closest to him—his caring sister, his friendly classmate, even his so-called friends—secrets fester. And as the shadows close in, Minjae must ask himself: Is she his captor… or his only savior? ⸻ “Beneath Her Shadow” is a dark urban romance where love is twisted, obsession is deadly, and nothing is what it seems. Expect intense emotions, shocking reveals, dangerous passion, and a mystery that goes deeper than anyone suspects. Warning: Contains themes of psychological manipulation, unhealthy obsession, and morally grey characters. Read at your own risk.

Yao Tang, the daughter of the Yao family who mistakenly exchanged at birth, was finally found. Unexpectedly, since her parents felt that she was embarrassing, they never recognized her as their own, and claimed that she was a relative's child who came to live with them. Everyone thought that Yao Tang was just a bloodsucker who was greedy for glory and clung to her "relative's" family. Her father, Yao Feng, registered Yao Tang at the Municipal No.1 Middle School for school. Since Yao Tang failed all of her subjects, she was rejected by the teaching supervisor. When Yao Feng left with Yao Tang, he met the principal of No.1 Middle School. He quickly went up to greet him, but the principal walked past him and tugged at Yao Tang excitedly. "You're finally willing to come to school!" Yao Tang bumped into Cheng Yan, who had once saved her life. Cheng Yan's friends were all convinced that Yao Tang was a gold-digger and waited for her to ask Cheng Yan to pay. When the bill came, Yao Tang quietly rummaged through her bag. Cheng Yan's friend said, "See, she's just stalling for time and waiting for Brother Cheng to pay!" Yao Tang took out a diamond-studded card. "Waiter, how much discount am I given for this card?" The waiter replied, "Honored guest, our diamond black card entitles you to spend here for free!" After that, a group of elite bigshots appeared. The heir of a top corporation posted, "CEO Yao, you've been on leave for a long time. Come back to work!" The international hacker group flooded computer screens everywhere. [To Yao Tang: Boss, it's fine if you don't come back to work, but can you not assault your own database?] When the usually emotionless prince, Cheng Yan, saw his little wife being surrounded, he flipped the table angrily. "Everyone, stay away. This is my wife!"

Bai Qian had loved Lu Rong for ten years. When she finally got the pregnancy test, she didn’t expect that she would find out about her husband’s betrayal! When the car crashed on her body, she could hear the driver’s cold, mechanical voice. “Mr. Lu, I’ve done as you ordered. What should I do with the corpse?” On the day that Bai Qian had died, Lu Rong received the doctor’s call and was notified of her pregnant wife’s death in an accident. Six years later, the news of Qi Yue and Lu Rong’s marriage was announced to the world. Bai Qian had also walked out of the airport with her son and daughter. The accident six years ago didn’t take her life, but it ruined her appearance. She had plastic surgery and changed her name, and once again returned after hiding her title as Europe’s top jeweler and joined Lu Corporation as a normal person. This time, she would take back everything that was hers! In the supermarket. Bai Qian said, “Mr. Lu? I’m so sorry, I was looking at your fiancée’s interview and accidentally knocked into you.” Lu Rong frowned. “You know me?” Bai Qian answered with a faint smile. “Who wouldn’t? We all know about your promise to your ex-wife that you would take care of her younger sister forever?” After that, she left behind a curvy afterimage. No matter if it was the way that she walked, or the way she was flipping her hair, it was the same as Bai Qian! When Lu Rong saw the two mini him, he couldn’t hold it anymore. “Bai Qian! Please forgive me! Give me another chance, alright?”

“Are you crying?” I asked. She shook her head and wiped at her face as more tears were falling. “I’m so stupid.” she groaned. ‘Now I am truly and utterly alone. I should have just said yes to marrying him. If I had just did what my parents wanted, none of this would’ve happened. I wouldn’t have dragged you into this mess.” Without warning, I turned sharp to the side, putting the car to a sudden stop close to the curb. She held the door for balance and looked at me with wide eyes. “Don’t ever say that again. You think marrying a man you don’t love, a man who doesn’t care if he hurts you, just to please your family is the right thing to do?” I turned to her slowly. “That would’ve ruined you.” “But I would’ve had a home to go to, I would’ve been taken care of. Now I have nothing,” she looked away. I reached over and gently took her bruised hand in mine. “You did the hardest thing anyone in your position could have done. You saved yourself. That takes more guts than standing there and pretending to be happy.” I tucked a hair behind her ear. “You think you are alone? You’re not… you have me.” Her lips trembled slightly. “But why would you even help me? I didn’t answer and shifted the gear back to drive. I don’t know why I am doing this? I just feel like I can’t leave her alone, that I must protect her. Am I crazy? _____ Alina Etienne has always lived a life dictated by her parents. She is groomed to be an obedient daughter, a perfect public image, and now, a bride to a man she doesn’t know or love. On her wedding day, crushed by the weight of expectations, Alina does the unthinkable... she says “I don’t” and flees the altar. On the run and scared with nowhere to go, she crosses paths with Mikhail Antonov. A cold, guarded man with a past he doesn’t talk about. What began as a reluctant act of kindness turned into something neither of them expected.

Salvie passes away by a hit by the very people she blackmailed exploited and controlled. She finds herself in a Game of the gods in a universe with a system, in a competition that was randomized based on her personality. Watch with the gods as they entertain us for our amusement. Warning the first few chapters are a bit rough since I had just started writing for the first time. Please Enjoy. The image is not my own and will take down if asked. Support me and my works at www.Patreon.com/Madjic

Adria Clairmount hasn't had the greatest of life. A mother who sold her for drugs and a deadbeat dad she has never met. Adria’s life has been nothing but disappointment and betrayal. When her mom dies Adria runs away and meets a boy named lee who lives on the streets, a young boy with the same life as her and the two quickly become best friends. Building their life together so they can leave the place that hurt them the most. It's not until she meets Jensen Adria questions everything she knew. Can she learn to let someone apart from lee in? Will she be able to get the life her young heart wants? Or will she be doomed to never leave the town that holds her? Follow the journey of Adria as she navigates through life with a Dream that she tries desperately to make a reality.

Title: His Favorite Poison: Until Death Makes Us Worse Genre: Dark Romance | Psychological Thriller | Possessive Male Lead | Tragedy | Obsession --- Synopsis: It started with a scream. Mira Thorne kicked the back of the driver’s seat, rage and fear blending in her bloodshot eyes. “Stop the car!” she shouted, her voice cracking. But the men in front only glanced at her through the rearview mirror—smirking, silent, and cruel. She kicked again. Harder. The car swerved. CRASH! Glass shattered. Tires screamed. The car flipped, spun, then hit a ditch with a thud. Mira’s body slammed into the door. Pain tore through her, but she didn’t wait. She crawled out. Ran. A flash of headlights nearly blinded her—another car almost crushed her bones, but she dove aside at the last second. Blood in her mouth. Her limbs shaking. Then she saw the forest. Thick. Dark. Unforgiving. She ran straight down the hill—stumbled—rolled—tumbled into the trees. The air tore her lungs, but she didn’t stop. Behind her, car doors slammed. Footsteps followed. “Stop running, Mira!” She didn’t. Gunshots rang out. Bang! A searing pain exploded in her arm. She screamed, fell again, rolled over dry leaves and stone. Still, she rose. And then… She saw it. A mansion. Dark stone. Down the hill. Looming like a sleeping beast. She ran. Her legs barely holding. Her blood soaking her sleeve. And just as she stumbled past a cluster of trees—she saw him. Standing at the edge of the mansion’s balcony. A glass of wine in hand. Eyes sharp and expression unreadable. Damien Voss. She screamed, desperate, broken. “Help me!” He only raised an eyebrow. And behind him—two tigers stepped into view, their fur glinting in the moonlight. Mira froze. The men still chased her. Gunshots behind. Her vision swam. Her legs gave out. But she stood. She ran toward the tigers. They lunged. She dodged—barely. Her mind screamed to survive. Her body obeyed. She reached the edge. Damien tilted his head. She collapsed in front of him, kneeling, gasping, kowtowing at his feet. > “Please… save me.” He crouched down, cold eyes meeting hers. His fingers curled under her chin. > “If I save you… what do I gain?” Behind them, one of the pursuers screamed— A tiger ripped into him. The others tried to escape. Too late. Damien raised his hand. The tigers stopped. Silent. Obedient. One man’s body was already torn open on the grass. Mira trembled. > “I’ll give you anything,” she whispered. “Money?” “Everything. My soul. My life. Just let me live.” Damien’s lips curved. He chuckled. Low. Dark. He waved his hand. Bullets rained. His guards appeared from the shadows and opened fire—merciless and precise. Mira flinched as blood splattered beside her. She didn’t dare move. --- If I can’t be happy, nobody can,” Mira says. “If I want you to be happy, you will be,” Damien replies. “I’ll kill anyone who stands in my way—including you.” “Then I’ll buy coffins for both of us—or we can share one.” “I’ll be your poison.” “Then I’ll take it.” “I will never be with you.” “Then you’ll be the reason the world ends.” “I don’t care if the world drowns in blood.” “Then I’ll make it happen—and you’ll be the star of the show, my little pet.” ____ She called herself a thorn. A curse. A walking poison. He called her entertainment, obsession—his favorite game. Even when he vomited blood, he reached for her. I told you I will be your death she said > “I’m attracted to poisonous flowers,” he replied “Till death tears us apart,” she whispered as she watch him frown in pain from the poison. “Till death tears us never,” he swore, pressing his lips to hers. warning warning the FL and the ml are red flags

SCARLET IDENTITY: DAUGHTER OF ASHES She doesn’t remember who she was. But the world won’t let her forget who she’s supposed to be. Hana lives under lock and key — in a home that feels more like a trap and a life full of missing pieces. Her days are shadowed by strange rules, a controlling guardian, and questions no one will answer. Her memories? Fragmented. Her freedom? Conditional. When she's dropped into the elite and ruthless halls of Haneul Academy, everything spirals. The students are sharks in silk. The teachers play gods. And Hana? She's a mystery — even to herself. But when flickers of forgotten moments begin clawing their way to the surface — moments of fire, fear, and faces she can’t name — Hana realizes the truth is closer than anyone wants her to find. There’s something buried deep in her past. Something powerful. Something dangerous. And Hana is done playing by their rules.

(Warning: Mature Content - R-18) Yaxi is trash, a timid rat wallowing in the mud. No one notices her, no one loves her. That is, until one day, Chen Ling—the golden boy she’s secretly obsessed with—is cast aside by his family and girlfriend, abandoned by all. She transforms into the venomous sidekick, plucks the fallen Chen Ling from the garbage heap, and claims him as her dog. She commands him to fuck her. But then, one day, the dog finds its true master. She tries to toss him aside for someone new. Shen Ling storms through the door, eyes blazing red, tears streaming, ripping her off the other body. “You can fuck whoever you want,” he pleads, “but let me join. Please.” Get A Sneak Peek “Don’t just talk the talk; you need to do something to show me you understand.” She abruptly pushed Chen Ling onto the bed, spread the blanket, and straddled him with her right leg. The blanket was heavy, pressing her down, and her face “plopped” onto Chen Ling’s chest. Chen Ling, who had been perfectly calm moments ago, had a tremor in his eyes, but Yaxi didn’t notice. She had prepared to be fierce and intimidating today, to scare him into submission. Now, with her legs clamping his waist and bent beside his thighs, and because she was lying down, her butt was slightly raised, her soft breasts pressing against his abdomen. The position was very strange. Meanwhile, Chen Ling’s body was stiff—not just his bones, but his muscles, taut with tension. Yaxi suddenly realized that he only seemed slim usually because of his height and good proportions. This made her feel less imposing. To make matters worse, Chen Ling’s hands were supporting her butt, lifting it slightly. ...

During the day, Wen Tang is an exceptionally capable personal secretary for Pei Heyan, attentively taking care of every little detail. At night, Wen Tang becomes Pei Heyan's secret lover, willingly investing all her youth even though it's a relationship that cannot be made public. Everything changes when Pei Heyan personally declares his engagement. Wen Tang chooses to resign and leave. However, a year later at a certain banquet, Wen Tang snatches a collaboration right in front of Pei Heyan. Unable to contain himself, Pei Heyan corners her in the rest room. "Secretary Wen, it's been a year, and now you dare to compete against me?" Wen Tang steps back, her expression calm, "President Pei, I've resigned a long time ago, have you forgotten?" The man moves closer, displeased, trapping her completely in his embrace, "Our relationship can only end if I say it ends." Provoking him means she has to take responsibility!

The devil has three rules. The first—never defy his orders. The second—never seek his face. The third—never try to leave. Elias learned these rules the moment he was sold. Born an Omega to a disgraced noble house, his future had never been his own. When his parents’ debts grew too steep, they handed him over as payment to the most feared Alpha in the kingdom—the Lord of Ravenspire. No one who enters Ravenspire ever leaves. No one has ever seen its master’s face and lived to tell the tale. Wrapped in shadows and whispers, he is known only as The Devil—a warlord, a monster, a man whose very name makes kings tremble. For years, Elias survived by keeping his head down, obeying the rules, and enduring the cold isolation of the keep. But when The Devil appoints him as his personal scribe, his world shifts. The unseen master who once seemed like a ghost begins to feel unnervingly real. A hand brushing too close. A voice low enough to send shivers down his spine. A presence that lingers even when unseen. And then there is the door at the end of the hall—the one no servant dares approach, the one locked tight as if guarding a terrible secret. Elias knows he should follow the rules. He knows he should never look. But curiosity is a dangerous thing. Because the moment he breaks the second rule… The Devil starts watching him back. Updates: Unholy communion is coming back. 2/7/25! Stay tuned!

Growing up the scheme of Glasgow a young girl discovers who she is. After a tragic loss She moves to America with a family she doesn't want to know. Shoved into a world with money and glitz keira struggles to to accept the new life she's given. Will she be able to or will the ones she trust hurt her the My name is Keira Campbell and this is my story.

THE UGLY TRUTH: PUBLIC SERVICE ANNOUNCEMENT HEADLINE: WALMART SPANISH TO VATICAN SECRETS—AMERICA'S CULTURAL MELTDOWN BREAKING NEWS: Our investigative team has uncovered America's most pressing crisis—people speaking Walmart inventory Spanish while pretending they're fluent. Sources confirm if it's not on a flashcard, they can't roll their R's. LIVE COVERAGE: While gringos remain stuck in aisle 5 asking "¿Quiere una bolsa?" and praying no one responds too quickly, George Lopez continues selling out shows despite having fewer Netflix viewers than San Quintín has tomatoes. Cultural experts describe his last punchline at the Harris rally as "drier than a Baja wheat harvest." SPECIAL REPORT: RELIGIOUS HYPOCRISY REACHES NEW HEIGHTS VATICAN INSIDER: If the Pope ever opened the blinds instead of cherry-picking scripture, perhaps his staff would finally rise again—just in time for altar boys to get off their knees. Meanwhile, Monica Lewinsky has logged more knee time than Sunday mass, but at least she's honest about her worship practices. SHOCKING REVELATION: Santa only comes once a year, unlike Vatican priests who never stop delivering. Religious scholars note the difference between consensual spooning and non-consensual forking remains unclear in most theological texts. URGENT UPDATE: CELEBRITY MELTDOWNS AND POLITICAL FAILURES Nancy Pelosi won't do herself sober, and nobody else will do her drunk, according to Beltway insiders. Meanwhile, Liam Neeson's filmography continues its slide toward PG-13, much like America's cultural standards. DEVELOPING STORY: Tesla owners and MS-13 members reportedly share one common trait: they both demand attention, though one group is significantly more honest about their intentions. THE UGLY TRUTH: THE TAKEAWAY From Walmart Spanish to Vatican secrets, from political failures to celebrity meltdowns—America's cultural identity crisis continues unabated. If you can't tell California from Baja, or consensual from "con ¢ lul wa," perhaps it's time to admit we're all just stumbling through life, pretending to understand more than we do. Whether you're selling your dignity for $69 or just trying to figure out who "vin" really is, remember: the truth will eventually tell your face, even if your face isn't ready to hear it. That's the Ugly Truth. No filter, all facts. #WalmartSpanish #VaticanSecrets #GeorgeLopezShade #PelosiProblems #CulturalConfusion

Kira Mickal is the girl everyone talks about but no one truly knows. Some call her a pornstar. Others say she sleeps with powerful men for favors. But Kira doesn’t explain herself. She doesn't care to. She lives in Monaco, drives supercars, and checks into five-star hotels with men three times her age and leaves with a full bank account and no guilt. Miguel Delmas is a Spanish billionaire with a global empire had one obsession. Kira. He doesn’t believe the rumors. He just wants to know her. Taste her. Break her open and claim her. But he knows throwing money at her won't work because Kira already has everything. So he becomes her bodyguard. He watches her disappear into rooms with other men, hears them call her filthy names but she never confirms or denies what happens behind closed doors. And Miguel? He burns in silence. Until one drunken night, Kira walks into his room. Naked. Teasing. Wild-eyed. She tells him to f*ck her or lose his job. And when he finally does… it changes everything. To the world, Kira uses men for pleasure. But to Miguel… she becomes an addiction he can’t escape. Even if it kills him. 18+ Content Warning This book contains mature themes, explicit sexual content, and strong language intended for adult audiences only. Reader discretion is strongly advised.