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Three years ago, the Zahryssar Empire saved the Northern Kingdom of Thalryn from absolute annihilation. In gratitude—and desperation—Duke Veyrhold of Thalryn swore a vow to the Coiled Throne: he would send a bride to the Serpent Emperor. But gratitude soon turned to fear. The ruler of Zahryssar, Zeramet Karash, Prime Alpha of a bloodline, was rumored to be a monster—the Serpent King who wiped out his own bloodline, a ruler no consort had ever survived, and a sovereign who could erase a person’s very identity. No omega stepped forward and the promise remained unfulfilled. Until Zahryssar demanded payment. “If I could save your kingdom,” the Emperor declared, “I can erase it just as easily.” With war threatening once more and innocent lives at stake, the Duke made a final choice to send his own omega daughter—only to be refused by her; she chose death over being sent to a monster. And then, his son stepped forward. Levin Veyrhold, Alpha heir of House Veyrhold—warrior, future heir of Veyrhold—offered himself instead. No Omega could survive the Serpent Emperor… but perhaps an Alpha could. In a world where vows are law, power is biology, and love is the most dangerous defiance of all, can Levin Veyrhold survive the serpent emperor?

Ashianna has it all. Born into nobility, she possessed wealth, power, and beauty, but freedom was a foreign concept. Every emotion, every action was meticulously mastered to maintain the facade of a perfect life. A life that felt increasingly suffocating. She was contented, until she witnessed a murder committed by the senator invited to her father's birthday party. Not only that, but this senator also possessed the unsettling features of red irises and fangs. He even tried, and failed, to erase her memories of 'that' horrifying event. Every time they crossed paths at parties, events, or auctions, all she could remember was that terrifying night. Things became even messier when her father arranged a marriage between her and the seemingly "perfect" senator. Of course, she wouldn't resign herself to this fate without a fight. She would maintain the facade of a proud daughter – composed and intellectual. A two-faced, diabolical, strange, killer senator didn't deserve her. After all, Senator Emmanuel, I'll never forget that night.

Anning is an ordinary girl, living quietly in her own world (which means an introvert), but who would've thought that her peacefulness will not last longer than expected. Anning didn't know what awaited her, but she did know one thing - 'She' won't leave her side, and is her only exception - Baizhi, a soft girl with an even softer temperament. Just the name of that person was enough to turn her head. But are the things really going to be like that when she will got to know that Anning gained an unrequited love from someone else too - Sizi, a sharp beauty pretending to be a blunt one. Was it really an unrequited, unwanted love, or something deeper? In the new world, she not only has to reach her only unwanted goal, but also has to bear the most painful feeling of the world too - betrayal. Not only she but the person closest to her had to also feel the misery and partake in every adventure even if she don't want to. The betrayal given by someone this much close to her is so much painful that she found the gift of death much more appetizing, specially when the one she hated and had hurt her in the most possible way was her only amendment, but heavens didn't let her do that too. She can't because of the shackles. Because someone wouldn't let her. Yes, if there was someone who wouldn't let her live then there was also someone who will make her live even on their ashes. Will Anning be okay, if she got to know that the person whom she despised, was the person actually fated for her, the one who accompanied her in every tryst of her life, including death itself ? Things are not the same as it looks on the surface. So many people wearing different facades, having the most insidious secrets. The slowburn was really infectious. This side, Anning was fighting with her own feelings, and on the other, two professors were also shackled by their own reasons. Professor Lin (Lin Huang) and professor Qing (Qing Lan), have their own dynamics. The love between them is not so easy, because the unspeakable secrets were screaming in their heads, trying to tell them that they don't belong to each other. But making two persons who shares same souls part each other really that easy? Are really Anning and Baizhi fated for each other? Or there is some secret Baizhi is hiding? And what about Sizi, whom even if Anning doesn't wants to, finds an unexplainable comfort with? Definitely not the friendship type of comfort, but something deeper and more darker. Like some past life connection? Would it really be a happy ending ? To know more let's dig into the queersome story, and find out what's the real truth. Because the things are not really like they are. This is my first book, so please guide me further in this journey of novels and sit in your seat tightly or lie on your bed to just enjoy. #gl #girllove #yuri #blsidecouple #lgbtq #glsidecouple #mystery Thank you so much......

Adeline Brown thought marrying Dwayne Davis meant leaving the pain of her past behind and building a future founded on love and trust. But their happily-ever-after is shattered when a notorious serial killer begins targeting people connected to Dwayne's past, leaving behind a chilling message at every crime scene: “To my dearest Dee, Until the Truth Do Us Part.” As the investigation intensifies, Dwayne is forced to confront a long-buried secret he has spent years trying to outrun. With every new victim, old lies unravel, dangerous truths surface, and the walls around their marriage begin to crumble. Caught between a relentless killer, a haunting past, and a love tested by deception, Adeline must decide how far she’s willing to go for the man she vowed to stand beside. Because sometimes, the greatest threat to a marriage isn’t death… It’s the truth.

Shirley Evans never imagined that one reckless night would turn her ordinary life into the city’s favorite headline. Independent, hardworking, and determined to stay far away from the glittering world of the wealthy, Shelly wakes up in the bed of Darrell Duane—the arrogant billionaire CEO of the Duane Group and the sole heir to one of the most influential business empires in the country. What should have remained a forgotten mistake quickly spirals into a media frenzy when paparazzi capture the scandal, threatening both Darrell’s carefully guarded reputation and Shelly’s peaceful life. To silence the rumors and protect the Duane family’s image, Darrell proposes an outrageous solution: a fake engagement. For Shelly, agreeing means stepping into a world of luxury, ruthless business politics, relentless media attention, and a man whose cold arrogance is matched only by his irresistible charm. For Darrell, it’s nothing more than another calculated business arrangement—one with clear rules, no emotions, and a definite end. But as they continue to play the roles of the perfect couple, the line between pretense and reality begins to blur. Hidden wounds are exposed, dangerous secrets come to light, and hearts that were never meant to fall become impossible to ignore. What began as a scandal to protect a billionaire’s reputation may become the greatest love story either of them ever expected—or the biggest mistake of their lives.

"I told you." He murmurs, his hand trailing over my ankle, and slowly upwards my exposed thigh. "I said you would always be mine." His smooth, velvety voice deepens my fear and trepidation. What part of that wasn't clear enough to you? Tell me, Chayanne." He adds, caressing my cheek as his finger finds its way into my core. I let out a broken sob. "Please. . . Please Kael." The amused smile that plays on his lips tells me there would be no mercy. The last thing I remember is completing my wedding and heading home in a car with my newlywed husband. But I had woken up and found myself naked and tied to a small iron bed. The exact same place it had all begun. And with a man who shouldn't be here. A man whose deep obsession with me clings like fastened shackles. When I entered into a fetish relationship with my bodyguard three years ago, I had an inkling I was playing with fire. But I had pushed it aside, thinking it would only scald at most. What I never saw was his deep obsession with me. I thought it was over when I got him locked up at an asylum. I thought I had successfully escaped him. But now I am back where it all began. Trapped once again in his psychotic obsession.

"I would rather die than birth a monster's child." She spat. This drew out a low derisive chuckle from the tall figure standing in front of her. He grabs her jaw firmly, forcing her to look into his eyes. His other hand further securing her wrists tightly above her head. The wall meets her spine because of how pinned she is against it. Lips hovering close to hers, he whispers, "Not only are you going to carry my child and birth it. I am going to keep you buried under me for as long as I wish. Making sure my cock is the only thing that you know and remember. Ruining you for anyone else like I did before." Shattered into a million pieces by her sixth heartbreak, Gweneth gave herself to alcohol and a reckless one night stand with a stranger. The stranger happens to be none other than the cold, charismatic Calix Lamont—her highschool bully and a spawn of the devil. He is someone that she had given her all to run away from. A man that she had swore to never encounter again. Two months later, Gweneth is faced with the dreadful realization of a pregnancy. As well as an ironclad contract from Calix Lamont to be his contract wife and birth the baby—all against her wishes. Hello readers, every page like, every collection, comment, reviews, power stones, gifts, golden tickets are all welcome and highly relevant. Thanks in advance!

WARNING 18+ A thrilling one-shot BL born entirely from the writer's delusions-pure fiction, nothing real! This has no connection to the actors in this book, so let's not take it seriously-just sit back and have fun! On-screen couples/ships in this novel include: GemFourth SkyNani DoongDunk FirstKhouTang PondPhuwin FortPeat BossNoeul MarkOhm ZeeNuNew

She had no voice. He had no mercy. And neither of them knew the truth that was going to destroy everything. She is mute. She is trapped. And she is living inside a dead woman's life. Elena Brenette is twenty one years old and in love with a man who was never truly hers. On the night of her wedding she discovers the devastating truth — her fiancé and her own sister have been in love all along. She was never the girl he chose. She was simply convenient. Betrayed and broken, Elena drives into a storm soaked night in her wedding dress. She never arrives anywhere. On that same road two other women are running from their own disasters. Sarah Venzagrase — twenty one, pregnant, covered in blood — is fleeing a husband whose people have been sent to kill her. Phiona — also twenty one, bearing the exact same face — is on that road for reasons nobody yet understands. Three women. One face. One blood. One catastrophic collision. When the wreckage clears Phiona is dead — her body mistakenly identified as Elena Brenette. The world believes Elena is gone. Sarah vanishes into the darkness with her unborn child. And Elena — unconscious, still in her wedding dress — is pulled from the flames by the most dangerous man she will ever meet. Lucas Venzagrase. He calls her Sarah. She cannot tell him otherwise. Elena wakes up inside the wrong life. Trapped behind the iron walls of the Venzagrase estate — the most powerful family in the state — she faces a husband who despises her, a family that wants her gone, and a household that has already decided who she is. She cannot speak. She cannot explain. She cannot say the three words that would change everything. I am not Sarah. Every attempt to communicate the truth is read as guilt and madness. The more she fights the deeper she sinks. She is a prisoner without chains — held captive by a name, a face, and a silence no one bothers to understand. But Elena Brenette did not survive a collision that killed one woman and swallowed another just to disappear quietly inside someone else's story. She will find a way. Even if she has to do it without a single word. What no one knows yet — not Elena, not Sarah, not even the man hunting for answers — is that the three women on that road were not strangers. They were triplets. Separated by a broken past. Reunited by a catastrophe. And someone powerful made sure they never found each other. That someone is still watching.

Seated upon the obsidian throne carved from the bones of forgotten kings, Queen Sahira gazes with haunted authority. Her crimson hair cascades like spilled wine over blood-red robes etched in ancient runes. Veins of power glow faintly beneath her skin, a testament to the forbidden blood magic she commands. Shadows of the past; faceless, whispering, watching; loom behind her, remnants of the souls bound to her rise. This is the heart of Sahirra's power: beauty cloaked in terror, a legacy soaked in sacrifice. Her silence speaks of kingdoms ruled, rebellions crushed, and a destiny darker than prophecy ever dared whisper. Inspired by the Dune, The poppy war and Avatar

#BL #Omegaverse #AlphaOmega #EnemiestoLovers #DarkRomance #ForcedProximity #CrimeLord #AssassinMC #HiddenOmega #Matebond #SlowBurn #R18 #ExplicitContent #HEA #GangsterRomance #Possessive #KoreanGermanMC #ItalianAmericanLI Mika is a ghost. Half Korean, half German, and all lethal — he is the most sought-after assassin in the underground circuit. No one knows his real age. No one knows his real face for long. And absolutely no one knows that beneath the suppressants, the forged beta records, and the ice-cold reputation lies an Omega who has spent his entire adult life running from what he is. Luka Romano is not a man you run from. Italian-American and the youngest Don in the history of the Romano crime family, he didn't build his empire on mercy. When his men capture a ghost — a nameless assassin who was sent to map his operation — Luka expects answers. What he doesn't expect is the faintest trace of a scent that doesn't match the beta classification on every forged file. Forced into proximity, Mika's illegal suppressants begin to fail. Their hatred is electric. Their tension is volcanic. And when Mika's heat finally breaks through — everything Luka thought he knew about control shatters. This is not a love story. Not at first. It is a war between two people too dangerous to surrender — until surrender becomes the only thing either of them wants.

Xiao Shou transmigrates into a cultivation world and discovers he is only a minor supporting character destined to be used and discarded in the main plot. To survive, he awakens a special ability called Absolute Fusion, which lets him combine items to upgrade them into higher-level treasures. Avoiding the dangerous main storyline involving the heroine and a transmigrator, he quietly cultivates in a hidden location. By fusing spirit stones, pills, techniques, and rare treasures, he grows stronger at an incredible speed. As powerful cultivators and fate itself begin to close in, Xiao Shou refuses to become cannon fodder. He will use his fusion ability to rise step by step and change his destined ending, becoming strong enough to control his own fate.

When Bai He wakes up, he realizes he has become the youngest elder of Lingguang Sect. Although he looks weak and carefree, he is bound by a system that forces him to change fate. After taking in a noisy disciple and saving the troubled genius Ye Shiyuan, his quiet life is thrown into chaos. As cultivation deadlines, hidden enemies, and dangerous secrets emerge, Bai He must grow stronger or he will lose everything.

A former police officer dies and is longing for a quiet and peaceful life away from the chaos. Reborn in a new world, he must navigate strange lands, unexpected challenges, and a chance at the slow life he always dreamed of, if he can survive long enough to enjoy it.

MalexMale hot hot hot scenes alert!!! Genre: Guide verse, Action, Romance, Smut, R18, LGBT, Boylove Blur: “If you’re a student, then go to school properly. Stop talking about saving the world all day long, even if you’re an S-rank Esper!” Once again, it was a day where I kicked Jo Hyun out of Team 7’s office. The kid wasn’t even eighteen yet, but he kept insisting on becoming an Esper. “But I have to become the strongest Esper. Only then can I become your Partner, Kim Jun-Hyung!” No matter how adorably you look at me with those sparkling eyes, it won’t work. I’m an S-rank Guide who can sleep with anyone I like, but I will absolutely never touch a high school student! “Hyung definitely belongs to me! I’ll never let anyone else touch Hyung!” And this kid has even started demanding exclusive possession of me! Jo Hyun, at the very least, graduated from high school first!!! … “Kim Jun-Hyung, I thought you were just going to let me die…” “Shut up and let your waist do what it’s supposed to do!” “Damn it, don’t bite like you’re a dog!” “Hyung, woof woof!” Tag: Seductive Bottom, Free-spirited Bottom, Older Bottom, Powerful Bottom, Younger Top, Puppy-type Top, Possessive Top, Powerful Top, Guide Verse, Top pursuing Bottom Series: Loving In The Apocalypse Books In the Series (3 more in this year) Obsessed By A Crazy Baby Puppy Esper Taming An Badass SS Rank Esper Involved With A Perverted SS Rank Esper How To Be Loved By A Badly Criminal Esper

Family is a luxury not everyone can afford. Adelyn learned that the day Clara returned to the Scott family —and she quietly stopped belonging. No one abused her. No one hurt her openly. But the love that was once hers alone became divided. The attention that once chose her … became something she had to borrow. And whenever something precious stood between her and Clara —Adelyn was the one asked to let go. Not once. Not twice. But every single time. Her dreams. Her choices. Her place in the family. Her heart didn’t break in a single moment —it wore down slowly … until nothing remained worth fighting for. So, she erased herself from their world. Not in anger. Not in revenge. But to save what little of herself was left. ————— Seven years later, Adelyn returned. Not for the Scott family. Not for their love. She came back for the dreams she was once forced to abandon —and this time, nothing would be taken from her. No compromises. No sacrifices. Only her life. Her rules. She breathed in freedom. “No family…no shackles.” But just then— Two small arms wrapped around her legs, making her stiffen. When she looked down to check, she met a pair of familiar doe eyes staring up at her with unwavering trust. “Mama … Eira waited long for you. Don’t leave again.” …Mama? Before she could understand or react, a tall shadow fell over them. A man stood there —gaze sharp, cold, claiming —looking at her like she had belonged to him. “You dared to show up again?” Adelyn felt clueless. She would have asked him what he meant, however — Before she could speak — the ground vanished beneath her feet. A powerful arm lifted her effortlessly. “Since you dared …” his voice dropped —low, restrained, dangerous. “Don’t think of escaping again.

Shoved into the backseat of his father's car right after graduation, Riley Hale ended up marching toward a company building with a bagged lunch and a pen. Still in his toga, the fresh graduate never thought he’d land in the office of the continent’s top lizard, err, dragon, as his aide. And that would’ve driven any person wishing for a corporate career to tears. After all, who wouldn’t want to serve the fastest ticket up the corporate ladder: Kael Dravaryn, the infamously elegant, unhinged, and extremely overpowered Dragon Lord of the continent? Well, that would be Riley. The same Riley who didn’t expect to spend his days dodging fireballs, dressing his boss in robes more complicated than dark magic, and serving as a literal target during morning sparring. Now trapped in a job he never truly agreed to, the hardworking aide decided to hold out until it was time for his glorious resignation. But leaving a dragon’s clutches could never be easy, especially one with elemental mastery and a finger worth a private army. Yet, as Riley, who longs to quit, attempts to navigate ancient politics, wyvern threats, and other accidents (many of which are definitely not his fault), he might just hallucinate himself into seeing something beneath his boss’s arrogance and molten glares. Maybe he’d actually care if Riley got turned to ash.

Love. Hate. Revenge. Before she was the High Alpha's daughter, Maya was an orphan named Penelope—and Marcus Keenan was the boy who gave her his locket and promised to marry her... until she was torn from him. Taken by High Alpha Vilhelm, everyone, including Marcus, was told she died. Years later, Marcus returns from the recent war a hero—now Alpha Keenan—with power, lands, and the right to choose any woman as his mate. He takes Maya—the same girl who made his life miserable before he left. He doesn't recognize her as Penelope with the locket long gone. To him, she is cruel, two-faced, and an expert at manipulation. What he doesn't know is that Maya's cruelty was forced, a mask she wore to both protect him and survive. Now trapped in a marriage born of revenge, she must decide. Stay silent and play the part, or reveal who she truly is…before it’s too late. —— Excerpt “This marriage is fake,” Maya said. She should be happy but why did it hurt so much? “Fake?” Keenan frowned and closed the gap between them. He wrapped a palm around her neck, and Maya gasped but no sound left her throat. “Is this another ploy to escape me?” “Isn’t it fake?” Maya whispered, holding his hand, trying to ease his grip. It was getting hard to breathe. Her voice betrayed her, too hopeful even to her own ears. He stared with such hatred, yet a part of her didn’t want it to be fake. Keenan threw his head back and laughed, yet his grip on her neck never wavered. “Woman, surely this must be a joke. You think I would orchestrate a fake marriage with you?” He leaned closer, eyes locked on hers. “You undermine my hatred. I want you bound to me forever. I want you to hate every moment of your life and I will be right here to make sure of it. You can never escape me.” Keenan released her neck. She dropped to the floor, rubbing her throat as she finally drew a full breath. “Fake marriage? Don’t be ridiculous. Even your father couldn’t get you away from me.”

[Warning: R18+ Content] I thought I was going to die. So I chose to be remembered. One night. One drink. One sin I could never take back. But the men I met at the bar weren’t strangers. They were The Trident… three ruthless heirs of the Corvanni Dynasty, the most feared mafia bloodline alive. Draven. Silent, merciless, a predator cloaked in shadows. Lucian. Calculative, hauntingly beautiful, a devil with a silver tongue. And Azriel. Wild, reckless, dangerously addictive. They don’t ask. They take. And now they want me… completely. Their obsession burns hotter than their empire. Their touch is forbidden, but I can’t resist. Because the deeper I fall, the clearer it becomes… I’m not just their desire. I’m their ruin. Excerpt ********** “Run if you want, Jade.” The nickname rolled off Lucian’s tongue like a promise and a threat, one no one had ever dared call me before. My breath hitched, legs trembling, but before I could take a step, Draven’s hand closed around my wrist… iron, unyielding. “You think you can walk away after tasting us?” His voice was quiet, deadly, sending shivers straight to my core. Azriel leaned in from behind, his lips brushing the shell of my ear as his laughter burned through me. “Sweetheart, we don’t chase what’s already ours. And you, little Jade…” his teeth grazed my skin, “…you belong to the Trident now.” Azriel’s fingers tilted my chin up, his grin sinful, dangerous, carved just for me. “Tell me, Jade,” he purred, voice thick with lust, “what do you want?” Heat scorched my skin, my lips parting, but no words came. My body betrayed me, trembling against the wall of Draven’s chest while Lucian’s hand traced lazy circles on my thigh, teasing, tormenting. Azriel’s laugh was low, filthy. “No, sweetheart. Don’t just tremble for us. Say it.” His thumb brushed my lower lip, slow, taunting. “Say what you want. Say you want our hands, our mouths, our cocks… say it, and I’ll give you everything.” Draven’s breath was at my neck, steady, lethal. “Careful,” he murmured, “once you speak it aloud, there’s no going back.” Lucian’s whisper slid against my ear, silken poison. “And when you do, Jade, you’ll never remember what it felt like to be untouched.” My mouth opened before my brain could reason… “I want you,” I whispered. Draven’s hand tightened, Lucian’s eyes darkened, Azriel laughed as if the world had finally given him his prize. Three bodies pressed in, heat and danger wrapping me like a cage I couldn’t escape. Didn’t want to escape. My heart screamed to run, but my body whispered the truth. I wanted them… All of them. ********** Three men. One woman. A love story carved in blood and obsession.