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My fiancée and best friend, whom I risked my life to protect, sold me to the brutal "Blood Blade Gang . "
They laughed as they watched me being kicked into a pool of radioactive waste like a dog, waiting for me to turn into a pile of bones.
But they didn't know that the deadly radiation not only failed to melt me, but also forcibly ruptured my genetic lock, awakening the [Nuclear Fury].
I rode back to the old camp in her heavily armored vehicle.
Those two scoundrels were still arrogantly bullying me: "I have the Blood Blade Gang backing me! The big shots are coming soon, you're dead!"
I sneered and slapped them away.
Idiots, look back! Your so-called powerful backer is kneeling in the vehicle, lighting my cigarette.

Enter a world where love and obsession collide... Where Power combines with seduction... Where Magnates shatters all boundaries.
These stories feature powerful, commanding men who affect women deeply, seducing them into intense, torturous displays of love, passion, power, and control. Dominant mentors who push female characters to their limits. Good guys who inspire a whirlwind of longing. And everything in between-all daring the face of authority and request.
You will encounter hidden draws, intricate family and kinship links,and amour that will try them all. Normal lives are disrupted and uprooted by feelings, the traitor's blow, and the power of a really felt kinship.

When your billionaire alpha 🐺 only married you for duty, you rejected him and left for good by faking your death
When you meet again, his eyes on 🔥. He wants to devour you. But he's interrupted.
“Mommy who’s that?” "A stranger."
“Say that again? Who am I to her?!”

I am a wedding planner. On the day of the wedding ceremony, the bride ran away, and the groom blamed me for it, even forcing me to become his bride.
This was absolutely ridiculous!
What was even more ridiculous was that when I was two months pregnant, this heartless man threw me a divorce agreement—he wanted to divorce me!
He was the one who forced me to marry him, and he was also the one who wanted to divorce me!
What did he take me for? A sex toy? Desperately needed when convenient, then discarded like trash when no longer useful!
I left him in anger and gave birth to our child alone.
When we met again, I had become a shining movie star under the spotlight, with countless fans and admirers!
He looked at me in disbelief, utterly shocked...

"Your husband is celebrating his first love tonight. If you want to know, come to the Grand Aurora Hotel."
I always believed my marriage to Adrian was everything—solid, loving, unshakeable.
Until the night I received that mysterious message.
When I walked into the Grand Aurora Hotel, I saw the truth with my own eyes:my husband celebrating the anniversary of his first love with another woman.
In front of a room full of guests, he placed a diamond necklace around her neck...and then handed me divorce papers without a second thought.
Humiliated, discarded, and mocked by the world, I lost my marriage, my reputation, and even my boutique overnight.
But this is not a story about my fall.
It's about my rise.
With the help of my loyal team, I rebuild my career from the ground up, reclaim my name, and expose every lie that once tried to destroy me.
And just when the truth finally surfaces, Adrian comes crawling back—begging for forgiveness.
But I'm no longer the woman he abandoned.
I'm Rosemary.
The wife he threw away.
The designer reborn from the ashes.
And I'm coming back—not for him, but for everything I deserve.

Here's a natural, hook-driven English version suitable for overseas romance readers:

Three years into her marriage, she finally became pregnant with her husband's child.

But instead of joy, she was handed divorce papers.

He abandoned her in the hospital while she was bleeding, choosing to rush to his ex instead.

She buried the secret of her pregnancy and demanded a $2 billion divorce settlement.

Everyone thought she was bluffing.

No one realized she was truly planning to leave with their baby and never look back.

But his ex wouldn't let her go. She framed her, provoked her, and stole everything she had, while her husband chose his ex over her every single time, even nearly costing her the baby.

Just when she gave up on him for good, the truth behind the plagiarism was exposed, and his ex's web of lies began to unravel.

Only then did the man who couldn't wait to divorce her realize he hadn't just pushed away the woman who loved him.

He had also lost the child they had created together.

By the time he came begging for a second chance, she was already gone for good.

On the night of the full moon trial, my fated mate, Alpha Kevin, chained me in silver and forced me to give birth before the entire pack.
“That bastard in your belly doesn’t deserve to live,” he said.
But when my baby cried, the priest trembled. “Blood of the Moon Goddess…”
Kevin still sent our child to the water dungeon to protect fragile, lying Hestia. She whispered, “Sister, your blood—and your baby’s heartblood—will make me Luna.”
They drained me, carved my flesh, ripped out my claws, and laid me on the altar to cut out my heart.
Before the blade fell, I bit down on the death-mimicking pill.
Everyone believed I was dead.
But when I woke beside Lucian, Alpha of Duskblood Pack, I swore: next time Kevin sees me, my new dark claws will tear out his heart.
But will Kevin truly let me go?

I didn't look up until I was done packing, then I clutched my suitcase and looked at him. He glared so hard at me, so hard that I feared he was going to do something again. His eyes were cold and I knew he was fighting so hard to keep the anger just beneath the surface. But I had made up my mind. I was leaving. I couldn't stay here any longer, not like this.

"I can't believe you're doing this," he growled. "You think you can just walk out on me? On this marriage?"

"I'm not doing this because I want to, Derek. I'm doing this because I have to. You don't care about me, about Lily. You never have."

We'd been together for eight years when my childhood sweetheart took me to see the ocean.
We were in a terrible car crash.
In my final moments, he used his last strength to hold my hand.
"Thank you. I'm so lucky to have you."
I squeezed back through my tears as he took his final breath, and moments later, I followed.
When I opened my eyes again, I was back in senior year, coding day and night.
All so we could conquer Silicon Valley together, making up for our past life's regrets.
At the graduation party, he walked toward me with roses just like before.
"I want to tell you, I love you—"
My heart soared as I stood up.
"I love you too—"
He walked past me and handed the roses to the trust fund heiress.
In the stunned silence that followed, I finally understood—he wanted to rewrite his story.
When applying for grad school, I chose MIT, three thousand miles away from him.
I'd give him what he wanted, and finally pursue the dream I'd only found at forty-five.

My brother chose my enemy, and the man I loved joined forces with her to sell me into a club.
Pregnancy, miscarriage, imprisonment, beatings—every cry for help I made was dismissed as "just an act."
It wasn't until I was truly dead that they lost their minds, dropping to their knees at my grave and sobbing that they were sorry.
But by then, I could no longer hear them.

Briana Schneider believed she could win Maxim Yoder’s love. Yet, after three years of marriage, all she got were photos of Maxim in bed with another woman-Kiley Schneider, who happened to be Briana’s twin sister. At that point, Briana chose to let go of her quest for Maxim’s affection and moved forward. It seemed like the right decision for both of them. However, when she handed the divorce papers to Maxim, he angrily tore them apart and cornered her against the wall. “We’re not getting a divorce unless I die.” Briana was completely unfazed by Maxim’s wrath. “You can only have either Kiley or me. It’s your decision.” Eventually, Maxim opted for Kiley. Yet, after losing Briana for good, Maxim realized that he was truly in love with her…

He was Steven York, the second master of the York family—wealthy enough to rival nations, cold-blooded, and ruthlessly cruel.
She was Nora Adams, a poor girl driven out of her home by her vampire-like parents.
By a twist of fate, he concealed his identity and had a whirlwind marriage with her.
Nora was a virtuous wife,
yet in his eyes, she was just a money-hungry woman. He looked down on her, speaking to her with sarcasm and disdain.
Unable to endure any longer, Nora exclaimed, "Divorce! We must get a divorce!"
The man sneered coldly, "Don’t regret it!"
During the divorce cooling-off period, one handsome and wealthy man after another appeared beside her.
Suddenly, Steven lost control, pinning her against the wall and kissing her fiercely. "We can’t get divorced! Absolutely not!"
From then on, the young couple’s life was filled with overwhelming sweetness.
Later, when their baby was born, the cold and brutal Steven transformed into a super dad—every day, he was either coaxing the baby and doting on his wife, or on his way to do so.
However, Nora intended to leave after fulfilling the agreement of having the child.
Steven’s eyes turned red as he begged her, "Nora, I was wrong. Don’t leave me!"
In the end, Steven used every means at his disposal, humbling himself to the dust, just to beg her to glance at him again.

"You were never truly mine."

Those cruel words from my Alpha Rocco shattered everything I believed about love and loyalty. I never imagined the man who marked me had been orchestrating my family's destruction from the very beginning—or that I'd find him cheating on me.

The betrayal didn't just break my heart—it triggered a deadly condition that's slowly killing me. Now, with my father in a coma and my own life hanging by a thread, I'm racing against time to uncover the truth about Lyra Blackwood's fate. The painful treatments keeping me alive are a constant reminder that I may not have long to solve this deadly puzzle.

In a world where pack loyalty means everything and betrayal cuts deeper than silver, can I expose the truth before my time runs out? Or will Rocco's carefully planned revenge claim not just my life, but everything I hold dear?

When your billionaire alpha 🐺 only married you for duty, you rejected him and left for good by faking your death
When you meet again, his eyes on 🔥. He wants to devour you. But he's interrupted.
“Mommy who’s that?” "A stranger."
“Say that again? Who am I to her?!”

Sending a sheer lingerie photo to my ruthless billionaire boss was a complete accident, but him locking his office door, pressing his massive, rock-hard erection against my stomach, and telling me to strip was a threat.

I was drowning in debt, and in a moment of weak empowerment, I snapped a photo of my swollen breasts spilling out of a crimson lace bra, the delicate thong barely hiding my wet, aching pussy. My thumb slipped. The explicit picture went straight to Alexander Grant.

I expected to be fired. Instead, he locked the heavy oak doors of his private office.

He didn't yell. He just trapped me against the wall, his thick thigh shoving aggressively between my legs, rubbing the rough fabric of his suit directly against my dripping center. I let out a pathetic, wet moan as his large hand wrapped around my throat.

"I will pay off every single cent of your debt," his deep voice vibrated against my lips, his thumb brushing my racing pulse. "But in exchange, you will be my exclusive plaything. Your body, your wetness, your tight little cunt—all mine."

I wanted to scream, but my body was completely betraying me. He handed me a velvet box containing the exact same crimson lingerie and ordered me to put it on. When I stepped out of his private bathroom, the lace hugging my hypersensitive nipples, his dark eyes flared with unhinged lust.

He didn't even take off his suit. He just ripped the lace panties down my thighs, shoved two thick fingers deep into my soaking wet vagina, and pumped me hard until I screamed his name.

I signed the contract with my legs still shaking and his musky scent buried deep inside me. But what happens when the monster who bought your body decides he wants to own your soul too?

After five years of marriage, Dylan returned home drunk and shoved a divorce paper into Jessica's hands, ordering her to sign it.
Jessica Albert is a kind, compassionate woman from a well-respected home. She did all she could to support her husband to become a great man after his family's downfall. But what did he use to pay her back with?
Dylan Robinson, a billionaire CEO of DY Group, is a dark-skinned man, very attractive. Upon his first love's return to their city, he changed and filed for a divorce.
Will Jessica agree to divorce her husband, the man that she loves the most?
Will Jessica sit back or move away to her family house and watch Dylan bring his first lover into their marital home?
Read to find out how Jessica handled her husband and see who came back begging her to forgive him and return back home to him.

He loved to say one line: “You won’t walk away.”

He thought she would never bring herself to divorce him, never bring herself to watch him go bankrupt, never bring herself to see him fall.

So he dared to spoil her with one hand while getting his adopted sister pregnant with the other.

What he didn’t know was that she had already liquidated every asset he had given her and quietly set up her own trust company.

He set his password to her birthday.

She used it to pry apart the very foundation of his empire.

And when he finally dropped to his knees, begging her not to leave, she handed him a sheet of paper.

“Sign it, Mr. Xie. Let’s part ways.”

I was born into a cursed bloodline of witches. My mother told me that every firstborn daughter had to sacrifice the one she loved most to break the chains binding our blood. She said it was the only way to save my child. I lied to myself, and I lied to him, leading him to the altar with my own two hands. But I couldn't survive a single day without him. No curse, no matter how horrific, could ever compare to the sheer ugliness of the human heart. Waking up in that empty house, the truth finally hit me: I had absolutely nothing left.

To marry Vincent Romano, I survived twenty-eight near-death experiences over five years.
The first: city hall's foundation collapsed — three broken ribs. The second: a truck rollover — my right leg nearly amputated. The twenty-seventh: a chandelier in the bridal shop, three days unconscious.
All of Seren City laughed at me. Romano's most cursed bride-to-be. Yet I loved him still.
Until the twenty-eighth time.
When the bomb detonated outside city hall, I threw myself over Vincent on instinct. The blast shifted my organs and shredded my back. The day my stitches came out, I felt no relief at having survived.
Because I stood outside the study and heard his voice.
"Her organs were badly damaged. She almost actually died." Antonio's horror was audible. "Vincent, you used to treat her so well—"
"People change." A pause, then quieter: "I did want to marry her once. But before Amelia, I had no idea what it meant to truly want someone. I acknowledge the debt — I just can't spend my life repaying it." Another pause. "Father won't agree, and she won't let go easily."
"So." His voice turned to ice. "The only clean way out is to make her give up on her own. As long as Cassandra refuses to break the engagement, the accidents must continue. Until she walks away."

When Hannah finally marries the love of her life, Noah, she never imagines it marks the beginning of a nightmare. The return of Noah's ex, Zoe, to their pack ignites gossip and brings unseen chaos into Hannah's life. Noah's coldness and Zoe's threats shatter everything Hannah holds dear, culminating in the loss of her life and her unborn child.
But then, the Moon Goddess grants Hannah a second chance, sending her back to the day before Zoe's return. Armed with the knowledge of what's to come, Hannah is determined to change her fate. She vows to reclaim her father's pack with her child, but leaving Noah won't be as easy as she thinks...

When Hannah finally marries the love of her life, Noah, she never imagines it marks the beginning of a nightmare. The return of Noah's ex, Zoe, to their pack ignites gossip and brings unseen chaos into Hannah's life. Noah's coldness and Zoe's threats shatter everything Hannah holds dear, culminating in the loss of her life and her unborn child.
But then, the Moon Goddess grants Hannah a second chance, sending her back to the day before Zoe's return. Armed with the knowledge of what's to come, Hannah is determined to change her fate. She vows to reclaim her father's pack with her child, but leaving Noah won't be as easy as she thinks...

“Every choice I make is for the good of our people, even if it means pushing you away. You deserve more than I can give.”
Noblewoman Arianna is trying to find her way after the recent conflict. When she meets Sevianne, a widow struggling to care for her child after losing her husband, Arianna promises to help her create a better future. But as Arianna reaches out to others, she finds herself facing her own emotional battles.
Her partner, Clair, returns from a journey burdened with secrets and the weight of leadership. The distance between them grows as he grapples with his responsibilities, leaving Arianna wondering if they can ever be close again.
In a world where noble families fight for power and the memories of fallen heroes linger, Arianna must navigate tricky politics and her own feelings. Will she find the strength to follow her heart, or will duty pull her apart from the love she craves?

Lauren takes off her sunglasses at her own funeral...
"Guess he really did wish me dead."
cuz her Alpha ex husband isn't there
Lauren was heartbroken and left the pack,
but actually Alpha is searching for her like crazy.
When she came back with her daughter,
he would never give her another chance to leave him.

Siena was nothing more than a trophy wife—a chosen mate in a political marriage, never truly loved by her Alpha King husband.
When her pack faced bankruptcy, she had no choice but to beg for his help. But the Alpha King, cold and ruthless, demanded that she kneel before him…
That was the moment Siena decided. She would leave this marriage, and she would never love this heartless man again.
But strangely… the moment she chose divorce, he suddenly seemed panicked?


After Siena's divorced and her ex-alpha king husband thinks she’s drowning in tears.
But actually, She’s dating different hot guys every day. 🎉🍻
Him 😠 (interrupting the date, furious): How dare you!
She 🤔️: Excuse me, sir? Who are you?

Kinga Karpovich is the daughter of the Karpovich family. Before the engagement, her husband and her best friend joined forces to push her off the roof, causing her to die tragically. Not only that, they also robbed all of her family's assets.
She thought her life would end like that, but God had mercy and let her be reborn.
Having been reborn, she was determined not to let herself fall into the tragedy of her previous life. To live more confidently, more beautifully, and most importantly, not to let anyone hurt her.
Parker Collins is the only son of the Collins family. He is cold, upright, and decisive, but has a heart warmer than the spring sunshine. He gave her warmth, care, and love, but she chose that bastard.
Reincarnated in this life, Kinga will spend her whole life to make up for him, will love him, will marry him, will not let her parents be sad, and will take revenge on those who harmed her in her previous life.
Facing challenges, where will their love go?

Alda's dreamy wedding night turns into a nightmare when a mysterious text from her sister unveils her husband Tyler's shocking betrayal. Desperate for answers, Alda confronts Tyler, only to discover a truth that leaves her shattered. As the icy silence of deception envelops their once-happy home, Alda is faced with a choice: succumb to the pain or emerge stronger than ever. In this riveting tale of heartbreak and resilience, she is ready to make him suffer as she serves him karma on a silver plate.

For five years, I was his stand-in bride—a wife who looked like the one he truly wanted. I held his hand through blindness. Rebuilt his world. Buried my dreams to be what he needed.

The day his real love came back? He slid a check across the table. "We're done."

I walked out with a shattered heart. Five years by his side, and it meant nothing the moment she showed up.

But when you hit rock bottom, there's only one way to go.

I'm done being anyone's shadow. I'm taking back my life. My light.

And when he comes crawling back, begging for another chance?

Too late.

“Aren't you a hooker that anyone could on top of you with money?”
When they met, he became her guest in room...

My flame-red dragon Theodore, the one I'd raised for seven years, had become wrong.
Normally, if I left for more than a day, he'd slam into me the second I walked through the door—tail coiled around my arm, head nuzzling my neck, acting like a hatchling fresh out of the shell.
This time I pushed open the door and Theodore didn't even look at me.
I reached out to touch his scales. He shook my hand off, irritated.
That night I tried to let him coil around my arm to sleep like always. He actually whipped me with his tail, then flew up to the top of the cabinet with pure disgust on his face.
I stared up at that arrogant dragon head perched on the cabinet, something tight and cold coiling in my chest.
Finally, I'd had enough. I pulled the crystal orb from my sleeve.

On the eve of the apocalypse, magical beasts appeared in our world.
They possessed extraordinary abilities, and humans could master these powers by forming a contract with them.
In my previous life, my adopted brother chose a top-tier Wolf King pup.
But shortly after, the extreme heat apocalypse descended. The low-tier water snake I had contracted possessed the ability to conjure water and lower temperatures, inadvertently making me the envy of everyone.
Meanwhile, my brother’s Wolf King was universally despised for its excruciatingly slow growth and lack of immediate combat power.

Now, I have been reborn to the very day we chose our contracted beasts.
This time, my brother rushed ahead and snatched the water snake.
I know why.
He has been reborn, too.
But this apocalypse is not nearly as simple as he thinks!

In Chicago, the Belinni name is not spoken—it is feared.

Dan Belinni was raised inside violence, trained in the blood-soaked discipline of the Outfit until he became its sharpest weapon. At nineteen, he is already known for illegal fights, brutal enforcement, and a temperament that turns any challenge into punishment. He doesn’t believe in mercy. He doesn’t believe in love. He believes in control.

Milena Lima has spent her life surviving, not living. An undocumented immigrant in Chicago, she works herself to exhaustion just to stay afloat and protect the only stability she has left—her friend María. But when she loses her job and her visa expires, Milena becomes invisible to the law and vulnerable in ways she never imagined.

Desperate, she steps into a Belinni-owned nightclub, hoping to earn enough to survive another week. One stage. One performance. One decision.

That is all it takes for her to cross paths with Dan Belinni.

He is not a man who lets go.
And she is not a woman who submits.

But beneath survival and violence lies a truth neither of them is ready for—Milena is tied to a mafia legacy she never chose, one that makes her both a target and a claim in a world where women are never just women.

When their worlds collide, obsession replaces restraint, and a single night changes everything.

Because in Dan’s world, love is not given.

It is taken.

I'm Kennedy, the pack's recognized Luna, and Tyler's fated mate—or so I foolishly believed.
That day, the pregnancy test burned in my palm as I traced the tiny life growing inside me, my heart swelling with secret joy.
But that joy turned to ash outside the club on that rainy night.
Brenda's back—the woman who saved his life, the one he chose without hesitation over me.
He grew colder by the day, letting her friends call me a FAKE LUNA to my face, even saying he wanted to reject our mate bond.
I clung to my pregnancy like it was my last shred of dignity, terrified that if I spoke up, all I'd hear was his icy command--
"Abort it."
He left me soaking in the rain, ignored me when I was burning with fever, and let me be humiliated, let me be pressured.
But he forgot—
I'm Kennedy, not some fragile vine that bends to his will.
He'll pay the most brutal price for that stupid mistake!

I sold my virginity and my womb to save my sister. But the billionaire who bought me plays by darker rules than I ever imagined.

My sister’s heart is failing. The medical bills are a death sentence. So I do the unthinkable: I auction myself to the highest bidder. Ten million dollars for one son. No love. No future. Just a contract.

Ethan Hopper is a cold, powerful god in a bespoke suit. He doesn’t want a wife. He needs an heir—within ten months—or he loses his billion-dollar empire. And I’m nothing but a clinical transaction to him.

But his manor is a gilded cage of monsters. By day I play the blushing bride to keep my sister alive. By night I’m hunted by his vengeful ex-fiancée and a brother-in-law who smells my secrets. Then the ultimate betrayal shatters everything.

In a haze of wine and vengeance, Ethan’s predatory father, Richard, commits an act of unspeakable cruelty. When I finally see those two pink lines, my joy turns to gut-wrenching terror. I’m carrying the Hopper heir… but I don’t know if the child belongs to the cold husband I’ve begun to crave… or to his monstrous father.

Some bargains are written in ink.
The most dangerous ones are written in blood.

Anabel found out she was pregnant and dialed her husband's number to share the good news to him. They have been married for two years without a child. Desmond's mother had been accusing her of being barren and unproductive.

When the call was picked, she was flabbergasted and broken. She was hearing a loud moan of feminine voice.
"Ohh! Yeah! Don't stop fucking me! I love your fucking dick! Fuck me harder baby!" accompanied with sound of skins slapping against the other.

She went home to confront her husband and end up receiving a divorce paper. Desmond divorced him for a lady his mother was rootin for him.

Few months later when he found out that his ex-wife is a billionaire heiress and she is pregnant with twins, he went crazy!

In my past life, when I eagerly handed my ultrasound to my gentle doctor husband, I didn't get a warm embrace. I got a scalpel. Without anesthesia.

The man I loved dragged me into a pitch-black basement to butcher me alive. My once-doting mother called me a filthy whore, treating me like a sickening stain on the family. My fiercely protective brother pinned me to a metal workbench, offering me up as a living sacrifice.

I died in utter agony, left to rot and be eaten alive by rats in the dark. Up until my last breath, I couldn't understand:

Why did a single piece of paper—a sonogram of a perfectly healthy baby—instantly turn my entire family into bloodthirsty monsters?

To marry me, my fiancé Sebastian Knight said he wanted his childhood friend Isabella to be our surrogate.

I agreed. Because I couldn't have children, and the Knight family desperately needed an heir.

After Isabella "successfully" got pregnant, Sebastian became a completely different person. He started making her nutritious meals, accompanying her to prenatal appointments, even memorizing every food she disliked.

Yet he couldn't even remember my birthday.

Two weeks before our wedding, I received an anonymous email.

The video on the screen made me understand everything in an instant—Sebastian and Isabella were in bed together.

So this was his "surrogacy plan."

I, his fiancée, was just the last fool to find out.

I canceled all the wedding arrangements, tore up the wedding dress, and threw away the ring.

On our original wedding day, Isabella gave birth to his son in the delivery room, while I was already sitting in first class on a flight abroad.

Sebastian, this time I'M the one leaving YOU.

"And what game are you to play?"

The masked Cannibal stepped forward. We were ten girls - all stark naked, different shapes and different skin colours. He walked before us, stopping to watch each of our faces and the sizes of our breasts.

Finally, he selected a girl with breasts the size of watermelons.

She squirmed under his grip.

"Go down on your knees!" He yelled at her.

Her eyes bulged, and she was hit across the face.

"If you're slow, you'll die faster like ants!" The man yelled.

The redhaired girl beside me was already sobbing softly. I glanced around. Most of us brought in here must have been forced here against our will, sold maybe by a loved one or worst kidnapped while being lost.

Some were humans like me, and others - werewolves, a threat to the Cannibals. And if you were identified as one, a brace heavy and thick was shackled and wounded around your neck.

I was only human. Luckily, I still had my pendant necklace around my neck given to me by my uncle.

"On your knees!" He forced her to her knees.

She did so quickly, her air intake was in shaky breaths.

The masked man peeled up his skirt and yanked out his monstrous dick.

It was long, stiff and dark. It was probably unwashed for days, and around it was hairs like grass.

I winced my face. No way was I taking that in my mouth.

Luckily, I wasn't the girl kneeling in front of the Cannibal.

"Now suck," he told her.

She took his cock and buried it inside of her mouth.

Was this the game we were playing, sucking dicks?



This story contains different erotic stories. It cuts across domineering male leads, submissive and defiant characters.

I'm Sophie White, an orphan who was arranged to marry Bay City's most powerful devil—the ruthless, dangerous, and devastatingly handsome Adam Foster.

"Adam, please..." I whimpered as his touch set my body aflame. From the bathroom to his massive bed, he claimed me relentlessly until dawn, leaving me breathless and burning with desire.

But beneath our passionate nights lurked a terrifying reality. My fairy tale marriage became a nightmare of obsession and control. He monitored my every move, threatened my unborn child, and kept me prisoner in his golden cage.

Everything changed the night he led me to his secret basement—a chamber of horrors where his own father had tortured him for five years. As I stared at the chains and shadows of his past, I finally glimpsed the broken soul behind those cold eyes.

Was this vulnerability real? Or was I falling deeper into the trap of Bay City's most dangerous predator?

Just when I thought I knew all his secrets, I discovered something that would shatter both our worlds forever...

"Please, no—stop!" I begged, but Alexander just snarled, pinning my wrists above my head as he rammed his throbbing cock into my slick, unwilling pussy, stretching me wide with brutal force. "Fuck, you're so tight, you dirty little whore—take every thick inch!"

I'm Nora Frost—wait, Nora Traynor—sold like a cheap commodity by my greedy parents for $100 million to Alexander Claflin, Kingsley City's savage billionaire beast. Post-wedding, he uncovered my secret pregnancy and detonated: labeling me a cum-slut, and snarling demands to slaughter the "bastard spawn" in my womb.

The bombshell? That baby was his—conceived in our filthy, passion-fueled one-night fuckfest. He melted, worshipping me with desperate love, vowing an eternal family... until a car crash erased only me from his memory—every trace of Nora, our child, our love—while he recalled everyone else. Cue his manipulative ex, Vivian Brooks, slinking in like a venomous snake.

And I caught them mid-fuck: "Oh fuck, Alexander, pound me harder—deeper!" she wailed, "Yes! Fill me up, baby—make me scream!" "FUCK YES! I'M CUMMING!" she shrieked, his roaring climax spilling into her as they collapsed in tangled ecstasy.

Devastated, I fled. Five years later, I return with our son—a mini-Alexander, with piercing green eyes and dark hair. When he spots the boy, realization dawns: this isn't simple. As buried truths erupt and Alexander hunts me with obsessive fury, one scorching question ignites: Will our rekindled fire heal us... or destroy everything?

After years of desperate IVF attempts, I overheard my husband boast that the baby was his and his ex's.
The child in my womb wasn't mine!
But when I pressed a gun to the complicit doctor's head, he trembled and spilled an even bigger bombshell—the mix-up wasn't my egg, it was the sperm... and the donor was Damien Costello, the most powerful Mafia Don in the city.
I was carrying Costello's baby!

She was locked up, tortured, and used as a breeding slave—until she escaped into a stranger’s bed.
One anonymous night left her pregnant with twins.
But the stranger is Lyall, the fearsome Lycan King.

When he discovers his heirs, he takes no chances, makes no deals—he claims her.
Selene flees to a hidden village, but no one escapes an obsessed king.

At his castle, jealous rivals, traitors, and old enemies target her and her powerful twins, who hold the key to a throne and a coming war.
The broken, tortured girl is gone. Something dark, ancient, and dangerous awakens inside her.
Lyall is not her savior—he is her obsessive, possessive, violent captor, willing to kill anyone who touches what’s his.

A one-night mistake becomes his all-consuming obsession.
And soon? She will be his Queen.

Alyssa never expected her life to get this bad. A sudden rogue attack wiped off her pack, turning her into a mute and wolfless orphan.
She once believed that being mated with her crush Ezekiel was compensation for her miserable life. However, it just made her life worse. What could be more suffering than your fated mate unwanting you and even your child?
Ezekiel already picked himself a perfect Luna but fate gave her a mute mate. And owing to his father's last words, he had to marry Alyssa to get his rightful Alpha position. He married her yet kept their relationship unpublized. He hated her but wasn't ready to let her go.
Everyone believed Alyssa would bear and wait like she always did until Ezekiel finally could make a decision. He's her husband, her mate, and her Alpha, and taking in everything he wanted without complaining was her duty. No one expected she would be the one who asked for a divorce and even dared to run away carrying his heir.
Ezekiel swore to make this little omega pay but why did his heart break when she returned smiling at some other guy?

On the first day of the zombie outbreak, my two roommates and I made a crazy decision: before the banking system crashed, we'd take out dozens of online loans and high-limit credit cards!
"Since it's the end of the world, who the hell cares about credit scores? Borrow money! Buy out the supermarket! We don't have to pay it back anyway!"
We smashed through walls, welded the security door shut, and used millions of dollars worth of supplies to build a makeshift shelter . We thought we could survive this catastrophe.
Until that day, in a moment of madness, I rescued a pregnant stranger right under the zombies' noses.
I forgot that in the apocalypse, the smell of amniotic fluid and blood is the ultimate death warrant that attracts monsters from the entire city…

I was Sophia Corleone. The wife Michael kept hidden from the world. The woman who should have stood beside the Don. And the woman he left to die.
The Morettis tied me up at a dock on Long Island. With the last of my strength, I called my husband. My voice broke with terror: “Michael, please… save me. I’m at the Long Island docks. They’re going to kill me.”
But all I got was his impatient roar, “Sophia, are you lying for attention again? You’d make up something this pathetic just to get me home? God, you make me sick.”
The call cut off in my ear. And then the Morettis killed me.

I'm a Volana wolf, a target of Evil. My blood can grant eternal life.
My father locked me up since I was 10. He killed my wolf and tried to rape me.

No wolf. No mate. No hope.
Until Bastien offered me to be his contract mate.

When 3 years contract comes to the end, I am pregnant.
Yet, he's going to reject me.


"I'm going to be a mother!" I breathe in blissful disbelief.

I can't wait to tell Bastien.

I've been grinning like a fool ever since leaving the doctor's office and practiced sharing the news while I drove.

Butterflies flutter rapidly in my belly as I climb the stairs, my body thrumming with anticipation.

But the ecstatic smile slips from my face the moment I walk in.

Bastien is already there, waiting for me. He's sitting alone in the darkened living room, a tumbler of amber liquid clasped in his large fist and a severe frown dominating his handsome face.

Finally he speaks, "Tomorrow I'm going to have my father put things in motion for our rejection ceremony."