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"Well, well, well," hearing a low voice behind me with a teasing tone, I could only turn my head to the side to face his gaze.

"What?" my voice was quiet.

He smiled slowly.
"Do you understand that you belong only to me here? From the moment you broke into my house?"

I could only blink my eyes.
"You are threatening me?"

Laughing at my question as if he had heard the best joke, I felt his eyes slide over my body.
"Oh no, dear. That's a promise."

On the day of the flash marriage, the newlywed husband left Shelley for a business trip. Since it was a marriage of convenience, Shelley thought they would lead separate lives. Unexpectedly, her husband suddenly proposed they should be a real couple. But he didn't give Shelley his door password when she moved to his apartment. Besides, Shelley sent him a message, but he treated it as harassment... Shelley Harper was speechless and thought to herself, "Mr. Layton, you must be kidding me." When Shelley wanted to return to her original position, she suddenly discovered she had growing contact with him. He always showed up when she was in need, like an umbrella holding the sky above her head. Until she was moved by his sincerity and was willing to sign Universe Inc., she found her husband was a wealthy man when she negotiated the contract. And her identity as the design guru's student was about to be exposed... There was also Shelley's family who suddenly appeared, and her elder brother who crazily spoiled her. Shelley's life suddenly became... a little happy, and more than a little!

"Be mine." On their first meeting, he forced her to be his lover. "Once I've earned enough money, I'll leave. Goodbye." She walked away gracefully with her burden. The demon Mafia king spread the word worldwide: "There is no way for you to escape." This was a game of conquest and counter-conquest, whoever fell in love first would lose, and she couldn't afford the price. The only thing she could hold onto was her own heart

Sierra always knew that Eric didn't love her as much. Their love was just a transaction. When his lover returned, he gradually stopped coming home, and Sierra stayed in the empty room, spending countless nights without him. Later on, she waited for a check and his goodbye.
When they met again, she had another man by her side. Eric said with red eyes: "Sierra, I was the one who pursued you first." "Mr. Howard, it was also you who initiated the breakup! If you want to date me again, you might have to wait in line..." The next day, Sierra received a transfer of billions of dollars along with a diamond ring attached to it. Mr. Howard knelt down on one knee and said: "Miss Adler, I would like to cut in line."

"Let Aria have the Stanford recommendation. Quinn owes her."
I stared at the family group chat—the one I wasn't in—and let out a cold laugh.
In my past life, I went completely hysterical over this, only to earn my family's disgust and a miserable death.
Now, reborn and given a second chance, I looked at the room full of guests celebrating My success, and walked straight to the microphone.
"Everyone, the party is over. I'm turning down the Stanford spot."
Under my family's stunned gazes, I dumped my champagne into the trash bin.
This rotten family? I'm done with them.

On a stormy night, a horrific crash unfolded on the overpass. The victim was brought to the city forensic center.
My husband, Ethan, slipped on his gloves and expertly examined my shattered body, his voice detached. "Record this: Female, approximately twenty-five years old, suffered severe trauma before death."
His assistant sighed. "That's rough. Not a single family member showed up."
Just then, the assistant slid a misshapen silver band off my mud-streaked finger.
"Sir, this ring... isn't it identical to the one you keep in your desk drawer?"
With a sharp clatter, the scalpel slipped from Ethan's hand and hit the floor.

My foster mother abused me, and my stepsister was a despicable bitch who often bullied and framed me. This place was no longer a home to me; it had become a cage, a living hell!
At this moment, my biological parents found me and rescued me from hell. I had originally thought they were very poor, but the reality left me utterly astonished!
My biological parents turned out to be billionaires, and they doted on me immensely. I became a princess with a fortune worth billions. Not only that, but I also had a handsome and wealthy fiancé...
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My name is Katia, and I am just trying to survive until my fated mate arrives. Which may be easier said than done.
Rejectection is the last straw. Whispering my acceptance of his rejection.
I run through the pack house, out across the manicured lawn into the forest. "I'm sorry, my sweet girl," I say to my wolf. I'm sorry you have been stuck with me and have had to suffer everything I have. She whispers," it's not your fault, Katia. We came to a cliff with a waterfall. The hurt keeps pounding at me. I need it to stop. My sweet girl, and I just want peace, I keep running and leap off the cliff. Spreading my arms wide, with tears streaming down my face, I fall, not making a sound, waiting for sweet oblivion where we feel nothing ever again. "I love you, my sweet girl! Until we meet again, "My wolf replied just before we hit the water, "I love you too, Katia. I have never regretted a moment with you."
The Snow Moon pack is having their last barbecue of the summer next to the waterfall on their land. The adults are laughing and joking while watching the pups play. The alpha, beta, and gamma are swimming with some of the older children and playing a game of Marco Polo.
Someone yells, “Oh my goddess, someone just jumped over the waterfall!" Everyone is frozen as they watch what looks to be a child falling arms spread wide, no one makes a sound. The small body hits the water like a plane crashing into the side of a mountain.
The alpha, beta, and gamma, spring into action, swimming towards the area the person went under. The alpha is screaming his wolf is going crazy repeating, “Find her. Find her...find her!" They dive and the beta surfaces with a small person in his arms. Alpha takes the girl from his beta, laying her on the ground. The men are shocked by what they see. She is covered in scars and injuries. Her body is twisted and broken. The Beta asks, "Who could have done this to someone so defenseless?"
Alpha drops to his knees, repeating, "MATE...MATE...MATE!"

Some cravings are too dark to resist.
Behind closed doors, in hushed whispers and stolen glances, lies a world where love is forbidden, lust is untamed, and every touch feels like crossing the line. Forbidden Desires: A Forbidden Erotica Collection strips away innocence and plunges into the wicked realm of taboo romances, where stepfathers ruin virginal stepdaughters, stepbrothers become sinful obsessions, tutors seduce their own students, and best friends betray each other with raw, unfiltered passion.
Each story is sharp, dirty, and drenched in temptation. From secret masturbations that spiral into seduction, to forbidden hands that should never touch but do. These tales aren't for the faint of heart. They're for the hungry. Desperate. The ones who crave what society says is wrong.
You've been warned. Open this book, and surrender yourself to the sins you've always fantasized about.

Her relentless stalker proves to be an enigma far more profound once his clandestine truth is laid bare.

Arianna
My fascination with dark narratives invited more than just stories into my life – it summoned a shadow. He watches, he sends messages, and every attempt to escape his gaze crumbles as evidence vanishes. I was terrified, yet when true danger struck, threatening to steal me away, he emerged like a dark knight, snatching me from the brink. Now, I run from the very man who saved me, battling a terrifying truth: he won't let me go, and my heart struggles against the dangerous, forbidden pull he has on my soul.

Vincent
She belongs to me; it's a fundamental truth the world will soon understand. Her spirit, bright as it is, craves the very darkness within me, and I will burn the world to protect that fragile desire. Let them call me a stalker, a monster; I am her shield, her destiny. Any fool who dares to lay a hand on what is mine will learn the true meaning of pain. I've saved her, I've watched her, and now I will claim her, proving that I am the only man she truly needs, the only one who truly sees her.

WARNING Dark Stalker Romance novel | R18

Her name is Lara, and she is the epitome of beauty and luck. Whether as Miss Morris or Mrs. Avila, no matter her identity, she belongs to the noblest class. Mr. Avila is cold, sophisticated, and decisive in the business world, but he is at a loss when it comes to her. He can't have her, hate her, or let her go. In this battle called love, Lara is undefeated. Everyone says she has good luck, but in reality, she is just extremely fortunate to be the one who captured Mr. Avila's heart. Love is like wine, and clearly, Avila is indulging himself in the intoxicating wine named Lara.

Five years ago, I spent the most out-of-control night of my life with a stranger.
My body burned, my mind was a blur, and all I could remember was the way he took me with relentless force.
I clutched the sheets and never even saw his face clearly.

Five years later, I return to this city with my child—only to run into that same cold, powerful man again.
He corners me, his gaze dark and burning.
“The woman that night... was it you?”
I grit my teeth and let out a cold laugh, denying everything.

If that night was never an accident, then what kind of ending is waiting for us?

Rumor had it that Trista Bryant, unable to conceive, was scorned by her mother-in-law, Marilla Myers, thus becoming an abandoned woman in the Myers family. However, six years later, Trista returned with her children, stunning everyone.
An audience asked, "Why do these two children look somewhat familiar?"
Another audience said, "They're exceptionally good-looking and intelligent... I'm sure I've seen them somewhere!"
Someone exclaimed, "Aren't they Mr. Myers' children?"
Upon hearing the news, Matthew Myers arrived and saw Trista standing beside two children. He then glanced at the children in his arms, feeling bewildered.
"Trista, don't you owe me an explanation?"
Trista remained composed and said, "Don't ask. If you really want to know, they're yours!"

Annie Hart was Brandon Ross's secret lover for five years. She thought being obedient and submissive would make him fall in love with her, but she ended up being abandoned.
"It's okay. I don't love you anymore, Mr. Ross." Annie left gracefully without asking for a penny from him. However, when she was about to marry another man, Mr. Ross suddenly found her and pressed her against the wall, kissing her wildly, "I was wrong. Please don't leave me!"

"If you ask me, I can shorten your imprisonment period. But you have to ask nicely," Sebastian Crowley said with a sly grin.
"Mr. Crowley, you should be more careful when having one-night stands with women," Vivienne Scully retorted coolly. She had promised herself that the night with Sebastian was purely for revenge. Why was he still pestering her? Did he think he had fallen in love with her?

"Becoming part of the Iverson family is a true privilege!" exclaimed the voice, filled with reverence and enthusiasm.
Elisa Brooks found herself bound to marry the disabled CEO, Simon Iverson, in lieu of her own sister. Rumors circulated that Simon was unattractive and physically impaired, but how could they be more wrong? Elisa couldn't help but notice his striking handsomeness. Despite his relentless pursuit, she yearned for nothing more than to escape this sham of a marriage at the earliest opportunity.
"Mr. Iverson, it is my sister who is your rightful fiancée. Please, allow me to be released!"
"No, it's you!"

The Percy Family Heir's Scandal Leaks Again!

Cecilia Davis sat curled up in the master bedroom, scrolling through photos of Edward Percy and Jessica Brown.

The photos were taken secretly, but from a sharp angle.

Through a car window — the two of them, going at it hard.

Cecilia let out a cold laugh, tossed the photos into the trash, and felt a wave of deep exhaustion wash over her eyes.

"Do I really have to cut it?"

"Ma'am, this is Mr. Percy's request. Only if you cut your hair as short as Ms. Brown's can we clear up last night's rumors. Of course, you don't have to go — that is, if you never want to see your brother again."

Edward's assistant Leo spoke with a dismissive air, not a trace of respect in his eyes.

As if she, the so-called Mrs. Percy, was nothing more than a joke that nobody needed.

And honestly, that's exactly what she was.

Lydia's POV

"The patient in Bed 7 has been here three months now, right? Not a single family visit."

"Her husband just pays the bills and leaves. Doesn't even look at her. Poor thing."

I lay in the hospital bed, listening to two nurses whispering outside my door. My fingers rested weakly against the edge of the mattress.

Three months ago, I was diagnosed with late-stage cancer.

My husband, Sebastian Carter, came once. He stood in the doorway—didn't step inside—signed the papers with a blank expression, and never came back.

Sebastian was a writer. He locked himself in his study all day, leaving me to spend night after night alone in the living room. We lived under the same roof like strangers from different worlds.

I'd grown used to this hollow marriage. I didn't even bother calling him anymore.

Footsteps echoed outside.

I turned my head toward the door. Sebastian stood there in his familiar charcoal coat, his face expressionless.

"You came." I was surprised. I forced myself to sit up, my body weak and trembling.

Sebastian didn't answer. He walked straight to the bedside and set a document on the nightstand. "Sign it."

I picked it up. The words at the top read: 'Divorce Agreement.'

Victoria discovered that I hadn't submitted any supplemental medical expense claims for two weeks.
She assumed I had finally been disciplined and had given up what she called "the exploitative nature of the lower class."
Little did she know, my backpack held the signed divorce papers and my mother's death certificate.
As I turned to leave, I was still wearing the discounted trench coat she'd casually given me three years ago when we got married.
What she didn't know was that I, a deep-sea geology genius from MIT, willingly endured three years of her humiliation and ridiculous rules, just so my mother could stay in her conglomerate's private hospital to prolong her life.
Now, my mother has died because of unpaid bills , and even her ashes are carried by me in a cheap canvas bag.
Now that my loved one is dead, there's no need for me to continue being her obstructive dog on Wall Street. The lives she owed with those approval forms, I will settle with the collapse of her entire conglomerate empire.

My name is Jack Morris, a bottom-rung janitor on the docks.
Every day, people walk all over me, and I live on moldy bread.
Until one day, an old man I saved handed me a photograph. "This is my granddaughter. She's being held at the Black Swan Casino."
That used to be my place. Ten years ago.
Her father was a brother who died in my place.
I was once the king of the underground.
And now, at the banquet celebrating the tenth anniversary of my death, they're treating that old man's granddaughter like a toy.
If my disappearance only made those animals more brazen...
Then they can finish that drink and celebrate their own deaths next.

A gang boss ground my treasured staff into dust with one boot. “A gutter-bred bastard from the slums, and you’re hiding something this delicate? Cripple him. Let him learn who runs this turf.”
I stared at the silver-white powder on the floor. It was the last relic my brothers left me.
I once swore these hands would be used only to save people, never to kill again.
But today, even the heavens refused to allow it.
I lifted my head slowly. The elven ears I’d kept lowered in submission rose one by one in the dark, sharp as a wolf’s.
“You’re asking me who runs this turf?”
My fist snapped out and caved in the boss’s nose.
I twisted backhanded. Three elite enforcers had their bones shattered in an instant, collapsing like sacks of rotten meat.
I grabbed the boss by the throat with one hand and hoisted his two-hundred-pound body into the air, eyes cold as if I were staring at a corpse.
“Three years ago, when I laid down the rules in this district, you didn’t even know where you were playing in the mud.”
“My things are not for you to touch.”

The global freeze descended, and the apocalypse arrived right on cue. I seized all the critical supplies and evacuated first, leaving "the perfect base" behind for the two traitors who backstabbed me. They thought it was heaven, but little did they know that the entire fortress was a precision trap constructed of deception, scarcity, and despair. As the outdoor temperature plummeted to minus eighty degrees, I sat by the window, roasting venison and watching them through high-definition infrared, coldly observing as they lost their humanity in the desperate fight for a single bowl of sawdust.

After I retired, I was willing to do the dirtiest work at a small auto repair shop—just to give my sick daughter an ordinary childhood.
I endured my mother’s insults, my eldest brother’s wage cuts, my younger brother’s extortion.
But they actually joined forces to steal my daughter’s life-saving money for gambling, then sold me into an illegal mine to pay off their debts.
When the iron chain locked around my wrist, when my daughter cried in despair, the killing intent that had slept in my blood for three years finally woke up completely.
They had no idea I was once the iron-blooded God of War—commander of a million troops, the name that made enemy nations tremble.