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Warning: For readers 18+ This collection contains mature themes, strong language, and steamy romantic content. Unfiltered. Forbidden. Addictive stories that will keep you turning pages late into the night.
"Have you ever done this before?" he asks, his voice low and dangerous.
I hesitate, my breath catching as he steps closer, his presence overwhelming.
"Good," he murmurs, his touch sending heat through my body. "Because tonight, you're mine."
"Turn around, princess."
This collection features intense passion, forbidden relationships, and reverse harem dynamics, exploring desires you may have never dared to imagine.
You've been warned. These stories are bold, seductive, and impossible to put down.
Pour a glass of wine, get comfortable, and prepare for a journey into temptation.

I’m in love with my boss.
He doesn’t even know I exist.
… Until today.

My name is Rowan St. Clair.
For five years, I’ve tried to pretend I’m not head over heels for a man I can never have:
Vincent Akopov—gorgeous, ruthless, and completely out of my league.

But one fateful errand changes everything.

When I walk in on him thoroughly “occupied” with another woman, I expect embarrassment.
Instead, I get a saucy wink that sets my body on fire.
And the next day? A promotion I never asked for.
"Congratulations, Ms. St. Clair. You're my new personal assistant."

Suddenly, I'm thrust into Vincent's world—Park Avenue penthouses, private jets, and a boss whose meetings put the "DIC" in "dictation."
He tests my limits.
Filthy promises whispered in my ear in the middle of a boardroom, explicit Polaroids left in unexpected places, sneaky gropes in dark hallways…
And I push back. Sexts send both ways, after all.
Our game escalates with each passing day.

There's just one problem: to inherit his father's empire, Vince needs a wife.
So guess who gets to accompany him on every awkward get-to-know-you date?
Me—sitting beside him, trying to ignore his hands wandering up my skirt while he interviews potential brides.

I tell myself it's just physical. Just temporary. Just a fantasy that will end when reality comes knocking.
And reality does indeed knock—
In the form of two pink lines on a pregnancy test.

Finally, fucking finally, his finger reaches my clit, and a low moan escapes me at the first circle he rubs into it. I widen my thighs, needing more, daring to demand more. And he gives it to me, stepping closer so the tip of his cock rubs against my clit through his boxer briefs as his fingers slide through my wetness to my opening.
"Look how wet you are for me," he huskily says. "I can hear it. Can't you?"


Sarah, Kamila and Laury, are three girls find themselves caught up in unusual situations that lead them to satisfy their most intimate desires and play their dirtiest games. All three are good girls and face situations no one would imagine, like accepting an indecent proposal from a stranger in an elevator. Or telling their dirtiest fantasy in a dare at a party, while being overheard by a predatory CEO. Or perhaps spending the night in the same room with two perverse brothers...

F-Fuck… Justinnnn!!!!” I cried out, breathless.

His hips snapped forward, thick and deep—stretching me wide enough to take him fully—but I could barely handle it.

“Stopppppp… please!” I screamed, my hands reaching for his hips, trying to pull away.
But he only pulled back slightly then drove into me with brutal force, making me see white instantly.

“Fuckkkkk,” I screamed…back slamming into the pillow as my legs fell apart from his waist, trembling.

CAUTION: THIS BOOK IS RATED 18+
Contains explicit s*xual content, graphic language, psychological tension, deadly cravings, manipulation, and morally grey romance. Reader discretion is strongly advised.

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There are no romance stories here, only raw need, untamed passion, slow burns, rough rides and the kind of encounter that leaves your pulse racing and your body aching for more.

My Filthy cravings is packed with the collection of sinfully explicit content, that will make you squirm and leave you begging for more.
Inside this pages, you will find young girls craving for sex,Forbidden age gaps, incest, dominant bosses, naughty nurses with patients,gay porn, lesbians,step father who dare to cross the line and daughters who let them in.
From BDSM to office desks, from first time sx to deadly threesomes, From sx on the bed to the bathroom. - no fantasy is off limit.

Are you ready to sin?

In the shadow of small-town whispers and a barren womb, Susan Hart faces the ultimate shame: three years married to Greg, no baby in sight. His weak seed confirmed by doctors, the family fortune hangs by a thread—no heir, no inheritance.

Desperate, she turns to the men who can deliver: rugged father-in-law Frank, with his grizzled stamina, and ripped brother-in-law Jake, Lily's fertile stud. What starts as a whispered plea in the bathroom escalates to raw kitchen poundings, warehouse fistings, and father-son tag-teams amid crates of grain.

"Family first," they growl, flooding her fertile depths. But Greg's rage simmers, Lily's suspicions sharpen, and Susan's body betrays her with shattering orgasms. One load could save her marriage—or shatter the Hart dynasty forever.

Will the breeding pact bind them in ecstasy... or bury them in scandal?

When my parents and my fiancé Gilbert asked me once again to donate my kidney to my cousin Yvonne, who was hospitalized with kidney failure, I didn't cry or scream.

I simply said one word: "Okay."

My parents and Gilbert were stunned. They rushed to have me sign the voluntary donation form, afraid I’d change my mind.

Some days later, they sent me to the operating room.

Dad said, "Yvonne will finally be saved. We're so proud of you."

Mom said, "After the surgery, we'll make it up to you."

Gilbert looked tenderly at Yvonne and said, "When you're better, where should we travel?"

What they didn't know was that the day I agreed, I'd just received my diagnosis, stage four cancer. Three months to live.

As I lay on the cold operating table, as the anesthesia began to take effect, I only wanted to know one thing:

If I die on this operating table, will they regret it?

They said it was just a phase. A crush. A mistake she'd forget by morning. But obsessions don't fade. They grow.
In Filthy Obsessions, lust doesn't whisper, it grabs hair, rips buttons, and leaves bruises in its name. These stories are not sweet. They're soaked in sin. A sex therapist who doesn't use words to fix broken marriages. A judge who sentences two sisters to submission, then joins them. A father's best friend who doesn't just watch,he waits, dark and patient, until she begs for his cock. An art professor who sketches her body in secret... then ruins her innocence on the altar. These men aren't heroes. They're cravings in human form. And the women who fall for them? They never recover.
If you've ever whispered "Daddy, begged for it, screamed through it, or touched yourself thinking, "What if…" Filthy Obsessions was written for you.

This is a three-book series.

Book 1 - Healing Broken Hearts - Anushka is a single mother and CEO of a profitable acquisitions firm. The last thing on her mind is getting involved with a man when her last relationship was filled with abuse and lies. However, when she and her daughter, Dakota, go on vacation, they meet Jordan on the beach, and her plans begin to waver. Once secrets are uncovered, Anushka and her daughter may become targets of people they have never met. Will Jordan be able to show Anushka and Dakota that love can mend even the most shattered of hearts, or will they be torn apart before they have a chance at love?

Book 2 - Dakota - When someone close to Dakota is murdered while protecting her, she vows to get revenge. She confronts the man who her family believes is responsible, and she’s faced with the reality that things may not be what they seem. To complicate matters, a man comes into her life and wants to turn her world upside down. Can she have love, revenge, and an alliance with those who she thought were enemies, or will her world come crashing down when someone she trusts betrays her?

Book 3 - Dakota: Loyalty - Dakota has been tested by those she loves and by her enemies, but one thing has remained constant through it all: loyalty. She values loyalty above all else because she believes those who are loyal will have her back when she needs it. Throughout this story, her love, strength, and resilience will be tested time and again. She doesn't know who is on her side or who is on the side of her enemies. Will she survive, or will she sacrifice herself to save those she loves?

Make a delivery, get in, and get out. It seemed simple, but how could I know that I would meet the hottest guy ever? Just one look at him made my body shiver in anticipation and my heart race.

What if you fall in love with your stepfather?

Harley Aldana was merely 18 when she felt a sudden urge after meeting her mom's new husband Evo Montero. She knew that it was forbidden but when she saw how his gaze melts her, she couldn't focus on everything but only on him.
Can she control her urgency because she don't want to hurt her mom or she will accept the consequences afterward just to be with her hot and rich stepfather?

Warnings: Extreme dark themes, non-consensual scenes, rough forced menage, b*m, degradation, humiliation, taboo relationships. 18+ only. If dark erotica offends you, close this book now.
You already know what this is: pure, filthy, unapologetic smut. A scorching collection of taboo fantasies where ruthless alphas take everything—no permission, no mercy, no limits.
Inside these pages:
"Daddy" breaking his innocent girl until she begs to be used.
Twin brothers sharing one reluctant, trembling prize in every depraved way.
A savage professor punishing his horny student over his desk.
The neighbor you've always wanted finally kicking down your door to claim what he's craved for years.
Billionaire doms, brutal enforcers, possessive stalkers—every dominant monster obsessed with ruining and owning his untouched heroine.
Instant obsession. Forced submission. Pain that turns into shameful pleasure. Scenes so dirty, so wrong, so fg hot they'll leave you soaked and shaking.
This isn't romance. This isn't Fifty Shades. This is darker, filthier, messier—exactly what your twisted little heart secretly craves.
You've been warned. If you can handle the heat, come get wrecked.
Things are about to get disgustingly messy.

They said I killed them all.

My father. My daughter. My brother's legs. One explosion, one moment of selfishness, and I became the family murderer.

My husband Dominic—the most feared mafia boss in the city—drowned himself in whiskey. I drowned myself in something worse.

Three years on the pole. Three years with strangers' cash stuffed in my bra, their cocks shoved down my throat, their fists in back alleys, their cameras catching every degradation. Three years swallowing cum and shame to scrape together half a million for my brother's surgery.

Then the doctors found the tumor. Three months left.

One last show, I told myself. A blindfolded performance. Enough to pay off Ethan's debt before I died.

That's when someone ripped off my blindfold.

Dominic.

Behind him stood my very-alive father. And Ethan—on two perfect legs, kicking aside an empty wheelchair. And my adopted sister Vanessa, draped over my husband, flashing a diamond ring.

This whole performance? Her birthday present.

"Surprise, sweetheart." Dominic smiled. "The explosion was fake. We just needed to put you in your place."

Ethan laughed. "Three years of stripper money made one hell of a party, sis."

My father still wouldn't look at me. "Learn to treat Vanessa right, or you're no daughter of mine."

The room exploded in laughter.

I stood there, diagnosis crumpled in my fist.

The explosion was fake. The crippled legs were fake. Everything was fake.

But the cancer eating my brain?

That was real.

Betty have been living a lie for as long as she can remember. She have been abused by her parents her whole life, even though she is a broken and abused girl in her own home. Outside of those four walls she is a force to be reckoned with! She is not afraid to do what she need to stay alive!

In order to get her family's love, she always pretended to be ugly and dumb. But instead of getting her family's attention, what she got was hatred and disgust.

What's more her family set her marriage, instead of her sister, to a cripple and impotent man.

On the day of her wedding, her own mother came to her and begged her. "Your sister deserves much better. You have to help her!"

Lost in despair, she agreed to meet her family's decision and married to her sister's fiancée.

On her wedding night, her husband looked at her and frowned, "You are too ugly."

So what do you think will happen when she marries to that man? Will she regret or there will be some miracle in her life?

Four there are meant to be,
Only four to rule the sea.
If one should pass, another be born,
To replace the last and keep the four.

A fifth was born, to replace the passed,
But a lie it was on the four's behalf.
A trick, a lie, a mistake all the same,
The fifth will forever be shamed.


A girl, who can create pearls in a land where only fire reigns; A boy, who is framed as a prince in order to survive; A plot, that will shake the throne until the end of time.

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“Tianna! No! Stop it! Your brother is in the other room!”
Read and enjoy the experience of Valencia and Aaron, from friends with benefits to a real relationship. Will she leave Aaron for his sister Tianna? Read and find out!

With a 28.6-second prediction ability, Kane Voss hides as an ordinary shop owner. His cold lawyer wife holds a buried family crime secret. Assets wars, deadly ambushes, and underworld battles break out. He unfolds his god of war aura, crushes all enemies, and tears down every hidden dark truth.

When I accepted the Global War Photography Award at the ceremony, a reality TV crew crashed through the velvet ropes, their cameras flashing like strobes at a crime scene.
"Ms. Evelyn Vance!"
The host shoved a microphone in my face. "After twenty years of silence, are you still holding a grudge against your father? Just because he saved the neighbor's orphaned child first and left you in that burning building?"
I looked up, past the blinding lights, toward the figure at the edge of the crowd. Robert Bennett.
He pushed through and stepped forward, his calloused hands trembling as they closed around my cold fingers.
"Nora, Kayla's parents didn't make it out. Under those circumstances, I had to get that newly orphaned child to safety first."
His eyes pleaded with me. "You're my daughter. You understand, don't you?"
I stared at those hands imprisoning mine, then pulled my lips into a cold smile and wrenched free.
"You've got the wrong person," my voice was ice. "There's no Nora here. My name is Evelyn Vance."

The day he proposed, Atticus knelt before me, holding the Hale family's heirloom necklace.
I thought I had finally survived the ordeal.
After eight years of unrequited love, being humiliated by his sister, nitpicked by his mother, and mocked by the city's socialites for being unworthy of the Hales... Until this very moment, when he personally fastened the heirloom around my neck. Everyone saw it. I, Clara, was finally accepted by the Hale family.
Tears in my eyes, I said yes, thinking it was the happiest moment of my life.
But just days after putting on that necklace, bizarre red rashes crawled up my neck. My pale skin rotted away piece by piece, and my internal organs went into irreversible failure.
The most absurd part? The exact same day I started rotting, his dying mother miraculously cured her terminal illness, and his sister's half-destroyed face was restored to flawless perfection.
Disfigured and barely looking human, I threw myself off the Harbour Bridge—
I opened my eyes, and I was back on the day of the proposal.

After months of being bullied at school, things got even worse—the bullies said they wanted to come to my house.
Wanted to see what kind of family a "dog" like me came from.
I begged them, sobbing, not to do it.
Because my dad is a serial killer. My mom is a twisted murderer. And my brother is a full-blown psychopath.
If they come to my house, they will die.

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?

Amelia Noah thought she came to Greece to heal. Instead, she found the most intoxicating man she’s ever met. David Sterling sees her in ways no one else has until small details start to fracture the illusion.
A forgotten key card in her purse. A newspaper headline about the “Mediterranean Strangler.”
Each victim was a woman traveling alone. Each romance lasted exactly five days.

Now Amelia’s facing a nightmare disguised as paradise trapped between attraction and suspicion, reason and fear.
As the sun sets on their fifth day together, she must decide whether to run, fight, or play the most dangerous role of her life: pretending to love the man who plans to kill her.

WARNING: R18+.
He saved her life.
She gave them a reason to live.
In a world where love is a death sentence… they chose it anyway.
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In the ruins of New York, survival isn’t living—it’s enduring.

For five hundred years, the world has belonged to monsters: the undead, the infected, and the machines that were meant to save humanity. Cue is the last uninfected sentry, alone in a crumbling dome… until the night everything is taken from her.

Rescued by a ruthless red-haired warrior and a dangerously powerful cyborg, Cue is thrust into a new reality—one where trust is fragile, desire is inevitable, and love might be the most dangerous risk of all.

Trigger is fierce, unpredictable, and hiding her own scars.
Gunner is a weapon in human skin, built to destroy—but drawn to protect her.

Together, the three form an unbreakable bond in a broken world… one that defies every rule of survival.

But the wasteland is watching.

From sadistic warlords to underground horrors… from twisted sanctuaries to a mad doctor who plays god with flesh and steel—every step forward pulls them deeper into a nightmare.

And when betrayal strikes at the worst possible moment, Cue is taken by something even more terrifying than death itself… a creature who shouldn’t be able to think, feel—or promise salvation.

Now, love isn’t just a weakness.
It’s the only thing standing between them and total annihilation.

In a world built on extinction… will they choose survival—or each other?

Hayley Davis has everything she could ever want in life- money, a loving father and an established law career.
But there is one thing she wants that she knows she can never have- Jake Ryker, her father's best friend.

Since the first day she met him, she has wanted him and she knows he wants her too.
It is a filthy desire, one she has no business having but Hayley has never been one to take no for an answer and she will get Jake but at what cost?

NOTE: THIS BOOK IS SMUTTY, PROCEED WITH CAUTION

If there is one person Josie hates more than her aunt Beth, it's Richard Kingston. The boy who tortured her growing up. But she thought she'd seen the last of him years ago. So, why the hell is he showing up now to ruin her life? Why is he demanding she marry him, when she was planning on marrying her boyfriend James? And why does it seem like he's keeping secrets she doesn't want to unlock?

Saints and Sinners- She was the light to my dark.
The saint to my sinner. with her innocent eyes and devilish curves.
A Madonna that was meant to be admired but never touched.
Until someone took that innocence from her.
She left.
The darkness in my heart was finally complete.
I avenged her, I killed for her, but she never came back.
Until I saw her again. An angel dancing around a pole for money.
She didn’t know I owned that club. She didn’t know I was watching.
This time I won’t let her escape.
I will make her back into the girl I knew.
Whether she likes it or not.
2/ Judge and Jury- I can’t stop watching her.

I’m not even sure I want to.

Taylor Lawson, blonde, beautiful, and totally oblivious to how much dangers she’s in.

She’s also the one juror in my upcoming murder trial that hasn’t been bought.

The one who can put me behind bars for a very long time.

I know I should execute her.
After all that’s what I do.

I am the Judge.
I eliminate threats to The Family.
And Taylor is a threat.
But I don’t want to kill her.
Possessing her, making her love me seems like a much better plan for this particular Juror.

3/ Rags and Ritches-

Married to Declan Hargrove for three years, I kept my past locked away tight. I let no one near Greybell, and I never, ever mentioned the name Calloway.
Until Piper excitedly dug up the "incest scandal" between me and my own brother. The Hargrove family booked their flights that very night, vowing to fly to Greybell and tear my "white-trash" parents to shreds.
I knelt on the carpet, shaking and sobbing.
But hiding behind the curtain of my long hair, no one saw the truth. I wasn’t begging for my own life.
I was begging for theirs.
Because my brother, Reid, had already gotten the news. He was in Greybell right now, preparing an unforgettable "feast" for our arrogant guests.

After five years in a long-distance relationship, I boarded a more than 10-hour flight without telling him, touched down in the city where he lived, all to give him a surprise.
Hardly had my phone connected to the local network when I scrolled across a post pushed to my feed from the same city.
The title read: What’s the thing you’ve done that you’ve never regretted for a single second?
The top comment stared back at me, sharp and unmistakeable:
I got him drunk and slept with him on the day we graduated college. Back then, he promised his girlfriend he’d never see me again, but his heart softens the moment I cry. Now our kid is 4 years old, and I’m pregnant with our second baby!
The comments below were flooded with questions, and someone asked outright: OP, are you the other woman?
She replied with unapologetic audacity: The one who isn’t loved is the real homewrecker. Besides, that woman was abducted and molested before. She’s long been tainted, and she never deserved him in the first place.
My fingers began to shake uncontrollably. Every single detail lined up perfectly with my own life.
Desperate to calm my heart, which felt like it was about to hammer out of my chest, I stepped into a roadside convenience store to buy a bottle of water.
The second I looked up at the checkout counter, the blood in my veins turned to ice in an instant.
The woman standing beside the cash register was none other than Su Miaomiao—the same woman who’d lain in the same hotel bed with Lu Sinian on that night of our college graduation.
My feet felt nailed to the floor as I watched her walk out of the store with a smile on her face.
The very next second, she threw herself into the arms of a man across the street, tilting her head up to kiss him in a sweet, lingering embrace.
That man was Lu Sinian. My husband. The man I’d legally married, the man I’d spent five years in a long-distance relationship with, the man who’d vowed over and over again to love me and protect me.

At the auction, when Anna’s painting was sold for the highest price of the night, I died in a dim underground studio.

No one knew that the painting had stolen my inspiration.

I was the most talented painter in the Hale family, yet I lived forever in my sister’s shadow — only because our paintings always ended up strangely similar.

At first, people said it was the bond between sisters.
Later, after my sister stole my paintings and exhibited them first, I became the so-called thief who plagiarized her works, while Anna turned into a celebrated, sought-after painter.

“Hard work really is more reliable than talent.” That was what people loved to say.

Before the auction, my family locked me away in the studio.
“Don’t ruin Anna’s big night.”

My sister Anna handed me a piece of bread.
“Little sister, have something to eat. When the auction’s over, we’ll go celebrate with a nice meal.”

“Look how kind your sister is — she still worries you’re hungry.”
Mother kicked me hard.

But she never knew Anna had poisoned the bread.
After just one bite, my skin broke out in rashes, I could barely breathe, and pain tore through every part of me.

Before I suffocated, I called my boyfriend Edd.
All I got was his cold scold:
“Lily, stop playing these cheap tricks!”

To the busy beep of the phone, I took my last breath.

When they came home triumphantly, thinking I was just being moody and refusing to join the celebration, they never knew I had stayed forever in that dark, quiet studio.

When the lights go out, the sins begin.
Sinful Nights isn't one story—it's many. A collection of steamy, adult tales where desire rules and temptation knows no limits. From forbidden encounters to irresistible passion, these nights are anything but innocent. Slip under the sheets and let the heat consume you.

After years of marriage, my husband and son see me as a disgrace.
Time and again, they abandon me to care for another woman, and this time, I finally wake up.
They are not worth my love！
But when I officially ask for a divorce, they suddenly claim that I am the one they truly love.
What is going on?

They told me the baby was gone, but they didn't tell me my heart was being carved out, too.

I woke up on the operating table, paralyzed. Through my blurred vision, I saw my beloved husband, Marco, trembling with excitement as he held my medical chart.

"Her blood is perfect," he whispered. "It is a perfect match for Isabella. We can proceed with the transplant now."

"Finally. It wasn't in vain that I brought her back." My revered father let out a sigh of relief. "If it weren't for this day, how would someone who wandered outside for so many years be qualified to step into this house again?"

When my husband said "I love you," he actually meant "Your heart is perfect for the woman I truly love."

I couldn't scream; I couldn't move.

I could only watch helplessly as the silver scalpel pierced toward my chest, while my sister, Isabella, lay on the operating table next to me, smiling in her sleep.

I was never a long-lost daughter, nor was I a beloved wife.

I was just a mobile blood bank waiting to be slaughtered.

"Help! Somebody help me! Julian is trying to kill my baby!" I scream at the top of my lungs, bursting into my gender reveal party.

Just minutes ago, Julian was my perfect, doting husband. Then he opens my unborn baby's genetic screening report. The unadulterated ferocity and revulsion simmering in his eyes makes my entire body shake. He grips my arm, demanding I terminate the pregnancy.

I already died once because of that piece of paper. In my past life, they dragged me to a freezing lab, pumped me full of drugs, and murdered my child before locking me in an asylum.

This time, I hide behind the guests. But my parents storm in. After seeing the report, instead of saving me, Dad kicks me squarely in the stomach.

"You shameless little whore," he spits.

They are about to drag me out the back door when two police officers step through the glass doors. The cop hands me the confiscated report.

I look down at the printed words... and finally understand.

"Do you hear that? The woman who is chosen to be Damian Chase’s fifth wife will be offered 5 million dollars!” 

“Even 10 million dollars I won’t marry such a jerk!”

Sabrina Jade was recognized for being a competent and gorgeous secretary. For five years, she had worked for her boss Damian Chase, who was renowned as a womanizer. Almost every woman who knew Damian wanted to sleep with him, but in Sabrina’s eyes, her boss is an absolute asshole. She just wanted to stay away from him.

Sabrina never thought an accident would intertwine her and her boss’s fates, and she found that her boss was not so annoying?

In my last life, my younger brother made a contract with an S-rank ghost, but it turned out to be completely useless, while I contracted a B-rank ghost, the Starving Ghost, which could not only devour monsters but also consume other awakened humans' ghost servants to evolve.
Under my protection, my family went from scavenging for scraps to living in a luxury mansion inside the government safe zone.
But on the eve of a ghost tide attack, I was prepared to stay behind and defend the base while sending my parents, my sister, and my younger brother away first.
Instead, they killed me, all to take my Starving Ghost so they could have an easier time surviving on the road.
After I died, they didn't even have time to tame the Starving Ghost before it devoured every one of them.
When I opened my eyes again, I had somehow returned to the day we formed our ghost contracts, and this time, my younger brother chose the Starving Ghost.

On the third day after the Ice Age began on Earth, the temperature plummeted to minus fifty degrees Celsius, and human civilization disintegrated in the extreme cold.

My name is Anson, an ordinary convenience store clerk. After the apocalypse broke out, I risked my life to drive to pick up my mother-in-law Martha and her family and take them to a shelter.

Along the way, I unexpectedly discovered a large supermarket with abundant supplies, and I collected supplies with my wife Erin, mother-in-law Martha, father-in-law George, and brother-in-law Tom.

Just as we were about to leave with two trucks full of life-saving supplies, my mother-in-law, Martha, tricked me into going deep into the warehouse to move some goods. Then they locked the iron gate and drove away, leaving me to die in the supermarket surrounded by icy beasts.

In that moment of despair and waiting for death, the [Ice Fishing System] activated in my mind...

I’ve fought battles for the Empire for eighteen years, laden with honors and standing as its strongest bulwark—until an unexpected sneak attack by the enemy left me comatose.
When I opened my eyes once more, I found my daughter stripped naked by her classmates and paraded along the road on a dog leash.
My wife, whom I’d cherished and held dear above all else, had been forced to kneel before other men and endure unspeakable humiliation.
Even my elderly mother was driven to her knees, begging desperately for mercy.
How could the family of an Imperial General have fallen to such a miserable plight?
Three years. I was only unconscious for a mere three years…
Hatred spread like wildfire in my heart. I, Leon, have returned. From this day forward, I will let none of those who bullied and humiliated my family escape retribution.

My husband and I couldn’t get pregnant after we got married, and we really wanted a baby of our own,

We tried IVF, and after three failed rounds I finally got pregnant,

But then my husband and my parents suddenly started pressuring me to get an abortion...

Three years ago, a private plane crash took my father, my mother, my brother Carter, and Grayson, the man I'd loved for seven years and was about to marry.

To hold onto everything they left behind, I cried until my eyes were raw, destroyed my stomach, and fought my way through boardrooms and Wall Street vultures.

On countless nights, I held their photographs and cried until I passed out.

What I never understood was why Willow, the foster sister we'd taken in, vanished without a trace after the crash.

Until today, three years later, when I drive back to the family estate with a diagnosis in my bag telling me I have three months to live.

I push open the heavy door and hear laughter. I see my family—the family that's supposed to be dead—gathered around Willow and her three-year-old son, singing happy birthday.

Turns out no one in this world ever loved me at all.

Why do they all get to live while I'm the only one who have to die?

The day before my engagement to my fiancé, I discovered I was a fake heiress.
And now, the real young lady had returned, and I was being sent away to the poor countryside.
But unlike what they said, my biological parents weren't poor country folk—they were the wealthiest family in the nation!
And I owned top-tier farms, a mysterious jewelry studio, and was a hidden tycoon who could shake up the entire business world.
My fiancé, who had looked down on me, was now crying and begging me to marry him.
He came to me with photos: "Pretending to be greedy, pretending to be ignorant, when you're actually a top-tier mogul? My fiancée, you've deceived me so thoroughly."

“Next! Male. Aged seventeen. Would make a good butler or servant. Starting bid is one hundred coins…”

Ellie couldn’t believe that she was seeing people being bought and sold like cattle.

“I want my human.”

“Humans are not meant to be our slaves! You cannot have her!”


“My, my. You are stunning. For a human, of course. I would love to take you out to dinner some time.” Avery said suavely.

“Thank you. I’d really just like to get home. I’m not interested in you or staying here longer than necessary.”

Avery was surprised that she had so blatantly rejected him. He looked as though he had been slapped across his perfect face. His violet eyes widened in disbelief.

***Ellie is a human who is kidnapped by a fairy. She is supposed to be sold at an auction where fairies buy humans as slaves, but the Ozul takes a liking to her and decides to keep her for her own. She escapes with help from Elvin who is infiltrating the auction and goes to the castle. She learns that there are 'tunnels' between the realms that a mythical being can use to travel through, but they only open once every three months, so Ellie is trapped until the next cycle begins.

Avery, arrogant, prideful, handsome. Knows he can have whatever woman he wants and finds himself only wanting Ellie.

A FANTASY ROMANCE AND ADVENTURE!

“A man’s touch should never scare you.” His voice called for her attention and she gave it to him. “A man’s touch is something you are meant to enjoy. It will fulfill all your desires and protect you no matter what.”
~

"If she dies, he dies. So will his wolf."

~

High school was rough for Zaramanni who has features that are strange to other humans.

Just when she was about to forget about her past that almost killed her, just when she was ready to open a new chapter in her boring life, she is pulled into a new world.

When her soul is suddenly connected with the wolfless Alpha King of Zenrada, she becomes an open target for fairies and she finds her real identity as a half-fairy.

Her stay in that strange universe gets riddled with strange occurrences, an unexpected mate bond, attempts to take her life and never-ending supernatural drama.

But her stay in that universe may not be a terrible thing as she thought it would be.

Asides from having powers others can only dream about, she learns what it means to be loved and to be touched by a man in ways she could never imagine.

Her once boring life finally became fun and for once, living became bearable.

[Contains triggering and mature scenes]

NB:

THIS STORY IS SPLIT INTO FOUR PARTS

ONE: CROSSING PATHS

TWO: THE CROWN-BLOOD PACK

THREE: LOVE, LIES AND SECRETS

FOUR: MOUNT HERMOS

This is a story about a forest fairy named Odette. She is one thousand years old and lives a peaceful life with her parents deep in the mountains of the fairy realm. She meets a mysteries man named Alex, who disappears just as quickly as he appeared in her life. Leaving her with a strange and unknown feeling, she has never felt before...