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Our female coach was a gorgeous, curvy young married woman.

Fair-skinned and stunning, with a figure that turned heads.

When she ran, her proud fullness bounced with every step.

We could hardly keep our eyes off her.

But one day, her beauty became a weapon that could kill…

"I-I swear I didn't mean to enter this house. I got l-lost. I am s-sorry sir." She politely said taking a step back only for her to froze in the spot.

"Seal" He smirked when the main door of the mansion got sealed just by his one command. He could see how much she was trembling in fear.

She looked like little innocent lamb trapped by the giant wolf who was toying with her before attacking her to his fullest.

"Now my lady I am a gentleman I don't like to send my guests back without showing my hospitality. Especially uninvited guests." He said as his smirk widened.

"Just look at you. An epitome of perfection." He said pointing at her head to tow before creepily darkening his shiny orbs.

"And Perfection is made for only perfection. Which means you're made for a man like me."

This was enough to make her run to the door faster than hurricane.

A Story about a Narcasstic Mafia boss who considers himself a Greek God with insane power he holds. And a poor insecure naive girl who had been entangled in a relationship which couldn't even be called as one.

WARNING: MIGHT HAVE GRAMMATICAL ERRORS. IT'S A DARK ROMANCE STORY SO BEWARE.

My life was nothing special, I hail from a poor family of five and I work in the small town, Monroe. Located in Boston Massachusetts I had just gotten into my own apartment, considering all of the well-paid tips the customers give me, the ones who stop by once a month and has a meeting in the back room of the restaurant I work at that is. They are big crime bosses as I've learned during my four years of working here thus far. Luckily for me, each month on the last Sunday night these big crime lords pick me as their personal waitress and me alone. The tips are grand, so I never complain of course. It had appeared to me that all of the mafia bosses were men with thick accents and coated in tattoos. I'd never suspected for there to ever be a woman who sat at the top of the food chain and pulled all the strings.

As the lesbian women that I am, I had never found any of the crime bosses who stop by to be attractive, though don't perceive me the wrong way I can't deny their attractive features even though I'm a lesbian. It's true, I see the beauty in all. Even men. I've never once even dated a woman before. But, that would all change this go round when I meet this mysterious and Attractive women before the mafia meeting on Sunday night.

She escaped her past, running from a name tied to power and betrayal. But at an illegal biker race, she meets him — the man in black leather who hides more than his face.
No one knows he’s a billionaire living a double life, and she’s the heiress of his greatest rival.
Their worlds weren’t meant to collide, yet danger pulls them closer with every secret unveiled. Beneath the roar of engines and forbidden desire, love becomes their most dangerous ride yet.

Death has never been so carefully balanced.

When a prominent banker is found dead in an apparent suicide, Detective Mira Ellison expects another routine case—until she discovers a black book hidden beneath his chair. Inside are dozens of names: politicians, judges, journalists, even police officers. Some are already dead, their endings ruled accidents or natural causes. Others are still alive… for now.

The book is titled The Shadow Ledger.

As Mira digs deeper, she realizes the ledger is more than a record—it is a prophecy, a contract, a death sentence written in advance. Each name is a debt, and someone in the shadows is making sure those debts are paid in blood.

But then Mira finds her own name inside. Not crossed out. Not yet.

Now, hunted by a faceless syndicate that calls itself The Accountant’s Circle, Mira must race to expose a conspiracy older and darker than the city itself. Every step she takes uncovers another secret, every lead another body. The deeper she goes, the clearer one truth becomes:

Some debts can never be repaid.

And some names were never meant to be read.

The shadow ledger

Thaddeus Quell was nobody: a live-in husband turned doormat, slapped for clean floors, bankrupted by his mother-in-law's greed, cuckolded while he fetched groceries. Then his house burned with his wife, daughter, and tormentor inside. He rushed in. He saved them. He fell through fire.  

And something answered.  

A crimson ledger bloomed in his dying vision: touch the dying, see their death, let it happen for money, save them and pay with your life. Now Thaddeus is a billionaire walking corpse—gray hair spreading, organs failing, ghosts whispering vengeance. Every innocent he saves binds a fallen angel to his side. Every villain he lets die (or kills) feeds Echo, the growing shadow that wants the ledger for Hell's throne.  

He wanted to die.  

The system said no.  

Heaven said fight.  

Echo said come closer.  

Now Thaddeus must decide: become the balance-keeper who reaps the wicked and spares the helpless, or let Echo harvest his soul and every child still screaming in the dark.

"Big Kai?"

He didn't respond but moved his eyes around the room, scanning the place.

"Wha...what are you doing here?"

His icy blue eyes returned to me, sending shivers down my spine. Then further dropped to my dress and then back to my eyes.

"The shit going on downstairs, what does it mean?" he asked, making my legs as weak as they are eager to flee.

"It's....it my wedding,"

He scoffed darkly. "Excuse me?"

I swallowed. "I am......getting married,"

He let out a humorless laugh, looking away and giving me lesser comfort. He looked at me with a demonic frown.

Terror washed me.

"Every single motherfucker/human being here, be it adult or child, including you, will burn before that happens,"

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The quiet but pathetic life of Twenty-year-old Mia Jefferson changed the night she found a few months old interracial baby boy abandoned in a dumpster on her way home. She saved him and kept him in her care for almost a month until she was taken by a deadly gang who accused her of abduction. She thought it was it for her until the ruthless gang leader, Nathaniel Kincaid, known on the streets as Big Kai and the father of the baby appeared and added to her punishment. At the point when Mia is about to give up, Nathaniel makes her his baby's nanny as the only way to convince him that she is not the abductor. As she picked up her care for the baby, Nathaniel watched her every move consistently, placing his heart in a dark and passionate risk.

One reckless night shatters perfect Blakely Torres' life, leaving her implicated in a murder that threatens to tarnish her family’s legacy. Forced to retreat to her family’s ancestral mansion, Blakely finds herself entangled with “The Voids,” men who live beyond the bounds of morality, defies nature, pushing her into desires she’s never faced and testing her trust and control.

In the lawless Reckoned Territories of the 1870s Weird West, every bullet, every betrayal, and every "honest" land grab is tallied by the merciless Debt of Deeds System. Positive deeds generate Merit Points that fuel skills and survival. Sinful ones pile up, and defectors are plagued by black veins, phantom pain, and spectral Debt Collectors hungry for payment.
Silas "Ledger" Crowe, a quick-draw con man and former rustler, wakes up deep in the Red with over two thousand Liabilities on his head. Black veins already crawl beneath his skin, a constant reminder that his past sins are coming due — literally. When a forbidden artifact grants him the rare skill of Debt Forgery, Silas gains the power to transfer his burdens onto others… at the risk of tearing reality apart.
As he navigates dusty boom towns, crooked railroad barons, and high-stakes duels, Silas must balance his ledger while dodging Audit Storms and vengeful enforcers. But in a frontier built on stolen land and outsourced sins, "Manifest Destiny" is just expensive cosmic grift — and the bill always comes due.
With snarky blue notifications guiding his every choice, a sharp-tongued deputy watching his back, and the constant threat of turning Hollowed, Silas races against time to either forge his way to power or hack the System itself before the Great Final Audit wipes the Territories clean.
Redemption has never been so expensive. Some men pay in blood.
Silas pays in blood and gold.

I never should have been selected.
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‎I’m not one of them. I’m not even supposed to be part of this pack. I have no wolf, no claws, no fangs.
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‎Only curves the she-wolves sneer at, thick thighs the males stare at too long, and a secret that could kill me: I’m a witch.
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‎The hidden daughter of Cassian Varkis, the warlock who paints entire territories red with blood.
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‎I ran from him years ago and buried my secret.
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‎But tonight the moon betrayed me.
‎Tonight Alpha Zhayad ascended, and to claim his full power he needed his fated mate.
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‎Thirty maidens were chosen. I was dragged into the woods barefoot, wearing nothing but a scrap of white silk, praying the ruthless new Alpha would pass me by like everyone else always has.
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‎He didn't. For some wicked reason, he chose me.
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‎Alpha Zhayad, six-foot-seven of pure, carved sin, chose me.

'YOU DESERVE BETTER"

On our fifth anniversary, my Mafia Don husband kissed my cheek, then switched to Corsican to tell our adopted daughter how much he enjoyed getting her pregnant piece by piece.

He didn't know I spoke seven languages. Corsican included.

He didn't know that in three days, I would vanish — no body, no trail, no goodbye.

When I disappeared, he lost his mind.

Now it was my turn to teach him what losing someone really meant.

What would you sacrifice for the person who taught your heart to beat?

Mara Kim has spent her entire life unwanted—hidden away, forgotten, and raised far from the wealthy family that was never truly hers. But when she’s suddenly brought to
Roseland City after her grandmother’s death, Mara is forced into a world that was never meant to accept her.

At the elite Isteros High, where power is measured in blood and money, Mara becomes an outcast overnight—hated by her perfect, untouchable sister Solyn Nguyen, and crushed beneath the cruel hierarchy of a school ruled by the rich.

And then there’s Atreus Singh.

The school’s feared Dark Prince.
Solyn’s betrothed.

The boy Mara should never look at twice.

Dangerous, cold, and ruthless, Atreus singles her out, turning her into his personal target. To everyone else, it’s just another act of cruelty.

But Mara begins to notice something no one else sees—

the way his gaze lingers…

the way his hatred feels almost like protection…

the way he looks at her like he already knows her.

Because he does.

As anonymous letters become her only escape, Mara unknowingly confides in the one person she fears most. And while her bully tears her apart in the daylight, a stranger slowly pieces her back together in the dark.

When the truth finally surfaces, it changes everything.

Their love is forbidden.
Their world is merciless.
And some choices don’t come without a cost.

As jealousy turns deadly and secrets unravel, Mara finds herself fighting not just for love—but for survival.
And when her life hangs by a fragile thread, Atreus is forced to make an impossible decision:

let her go… or give up the only thing he has left to save her.

She stood nervously opposite his brown delinquent eyes. His sturdy was crouching above her, his hands were put on both sides of the rail, giving her no space to move as her eyes locked with his. The more he leaned closer, the more her heart heaved violently. She nibbled at her lower lip, no matter how hard she tried to avoid him, he's always coming back.
“Why do you keep chasing after me?” She asked quietly, struggling to sustain her composure. She seems to lose her breath at just his sight. Just as expected, he didn't say a word as his cold eyes persists to linger on her face, “Do you like me?” She further raised a question, neglecting the indifference on his countenance.
This time, he tuts as he picked a strand of hair at her ear, twiddling at his fingertips. “Don't you think like is a big word, Tinkerbell?” He whispered, leaning close, so she could feel him. However, his eyes were still dim and empty, devoid of emotion. She discreetly gulped, not knowing what could be running through his head. “It's natural Snow White, it just occurred to me that you're the first female I acknowledged as a lady”


She's the good girl. She's no different from a boring introvert, a reserved lady who spoke little. She didn't attain a mutual relationship with her family. Over time, she fell in love with a man who wasn't out of her league. But this man broke her and left her shattered, which made her hate herself.
Just when she was picking up her broken self, Zachary Gonzalez walked into her life with his mysteries.

James Harristian, aka James Belgenza, is the mafia leader of Daga Nero, a splinter group of one of the oldest famous mafia families in Naples. Apart from his powerful ruler of the town who controlled the underground weapon industry in Europe, James was also a successful owner of a high-tech motor company.
One day, James was deceived into a scam dinner by his mistress. It strived to kill him, but somehow, he escaped. Being trapped in gunshots with his enemy, a flower girl saves James' life from his shameful, miserable death. Delilah is a flower girl who runs a small flower shop in an alley in Naples. She thought innocently helping James to get to the hospital without wondering who the man was.
When James has another chance to breathe, he does not feel grateful to his savior unless to kidnap her. Unfortunately, Delilah turns out to be a collateral of her father's debt, which ran off unable to pay. Therefore, he intentionally kept Delilah in his mansion and added more debts to confine her forever.
What will happen when the debt is only a scheme to kill James and Delilah is a pawn? Meanwhile, James falls for Delilah, who tries hard to pay her unpaid debt.

Dr. Mara Venn had survived twelve years in trauma medicine by trusting what she could prove: blood pressure, pupil response, scan results, time of death.

Then blue letters appeared in the air outside Mercy Gate Medical Center, warning her not to enter an operating room.

The patient was already dead.

The surgery was a trap.

And if Mara went back inside, a powerful hospital family would bury a man's death under her name.

Alex Lee has spent three months watching Elias Reed from across library aisles and lecture halls, too terrified to speak. When the campus launches an anonymous Valentine’s letter program, Alex finally finds the courage to tell Elias everything he’s been feeling, one unsigned letter at a time.
Elias Reed is weeks away from graduation and convinced he’s better off alone. After a devastating breakup left him feeling like he was too much to love, he’s built walls nobody can climb. Until anonymous letters start arriving in his mailbox, letters that see him in ways nobody else does, letters that make him feel found.
As February unfolds in a blur of snow and roses and secret confessions, Alex and Elias build an intimacy through words that neither has found in person. They pass each other on campus, strangers separated by fear and time and the carefully constructed distance Alex maintains. But the closer they get on paper, the harder it becomes to hide in the safety of anonymous ink.
When Valentine’s Day forces Alex to choose between revealing himself and losing Elias forever, he discovers that the hardest part of love isn’t finding it. It’s being brave enough to let yourself be seen.
A story about the words we write when we’re too afraid to speak. About loving someone from a distance and learning that sometimes the person you’ve been searching for has been watching you all along.

"I'm losing you," Rhett growled, his fingers digging possessively into my flesh. "What's so fascinating in that head of yours?"

I looked up at him, taking in the moonlight that carved shadows across his sculpted chest.

"Just imagining," I replied with deliberate provocation.

His eyebrow arched. "Imagining what exactly?"

I ran my fingertips down his chest, enjoying the way his muscles tensed under my touch. "Imagining a man more devoted and skilled than you."

His face darkened, jaw clenching. "Are you trying to get yourself killed?"

I realized I'd pushed too far and fell silent, giving him a crooked smile before leaning up to kiss him. He responded hungrily, his anger transforming into something more primal.

He lowered his head, mouth replacing fingers as he parted my thighs wider. His tongue traced deliberate patterns, alternating between broad strokes and precise flicks that made my hips buck involuntarily.


When I married the notorious Rhett Hayes, I thought I'd found my forever. Instead, I discovered I was just another conquest in his collection. For two years, I watched him charm other women while keeping me as his wife in name only, my heart breaking with each betrayal.

The day I finally placed divorce papers in his hands, something changed. His eyes—always cold and calculating—suddenly burned with an intensity I'd never seen. "You're the only one I've ever loved," he whispered, his voice raw. "Everything else was a necessary deception. There are people who would hurt you to get to me."

I didn't believe him—until the attack came. As bullets shattered our windows and masked figures stormed our home, I glimpsed the truth behind his lies. Now, trapped between deadly enemies and the man I'm no longer sure I know, I'm discovering that Rhett's dangerous world is far more complex than I imagined, and the depth of his love more profound than I dared hope.

“As you make your bed, you must lie in it. Pretty noble to sell your body for your brother. And you nearly lost your life for your cheap friend? A sacrifice must be your life motto. Who do you think you are? A saint?”

He captured her, and had no way to escape this devil. In his peculiar way, both tough and gentle, she can only accept it and lower her guard down.

He was looking for someone who stole his disc and took someone who’s just an ordinary and young supermarket staff.

Her life has totally changed since she met him. He forces everything, including a three-year contract, to be his woman. Her enchanting beauty captured him, and the love-hate journey started.

"As you make your bed so you must lie in it. Pretty noble to sell your body for your brother. And you nearly lost your life for your cheap friend? A sacrifice must be your life motto. Who do you think you are? A saint?"

He captured her, and no way to escape this devil. In his peculiar way, both tough and gentle, she can only accept it and lower her guard down.

He was looking for someone who stole his disc and took someone who's just an ordinary and young supermarket staff. Her life totally changed since she met him.

He forces everything, including a three-year contract, to be his woman. Her enchanting beauty captured him, and the love-hate journey started.

Fourteen years ago, Isabella Winston died.

At least, that's what everyone believed.

One moment, she was trapped inside a sinking car beneath the icy waters of the Hudson River. The next, she woke up in her own bathtub and somehow fourteen years in the future.

Her husband is no longer the warm, easygoing man she remembers.

Her five-year-old son is now a nineteen-year-old stranger who looks at her with suspicion.

Her twins barely remember the mother they lost—one forever chasing affection, the other keeping the entire world at arm's length.

And the family she left behind has become something broken, distant, and unrecognizable.

Now Isabella faces an impossible challenge: rebuilding a family that never truly recovered from losing her.

Fourteen years have left scars on everyone.

Unfortunately for those causing the damage, Isabella Winston has returned to set things right.

The room went deadly silent. Christopher, the CEO of Sullivan Group, looked at me with pure disgust. "Get this crazy girl out of here! My grandfather is dying, and you're playing sick games?"

But the old man on the bed... his eyes flew open. He stared at me—not at my young, beautiful face, but into my soul. He saw the sketch in my hand. A secret only a mother and her six-year-old son would know.

"Jimmy," I said softly, using the nickname no one had spoken in decades. "Do you remember the thunderstorms?"

Tears streamed down the old man's wrinkled cheeks. The most powerful man in Boston, reached out his frail hand to grasp mine. "Mama?" he choked out, his voice breaking like a small child's. "You came back?"

Christopher froze. The doctors froze. I climbed onto the bed and pulled my 80-year-old son into my arms. "I'm here, baby. Mommy's home."

He grabbed my hair and dragged me downstairs. His grip on my hands and feet ached terribly. I sobbed and wept, silent tears streaming down my face. I was powerless to break free, my left hand clutching my broken right wrist.

He was a beast inhabiting this mansion, inflicting inhuman torture on my poor soul. He had created a living hell for me, this pitiful girl, within his castle.

On this cold winter night, he threw my wounded body into the icy pool, arrogantly enjoying it all, drinking and smoking expensive cigars. A satisfied, cold smile played on his lips as he reveled in my pain. His face was filled with the darkness of sin.

“How...more...am I…still…standing?” I stammered, my lips trembling.

Zain paused, thinking. Then, turning away from her, he replied:

“Until you die!”

With that, he left. As he wished. At that moment, my wish came true; I died.

But not in a frozen pool; I was struck in the head by a bullet from afar, blood splattering everywhere—that was far more gruesome.

My consciousness began to fade, but suddenly, I opened my eyes again and found myself mopping the floor in an ordinary restaurant.

I was startled: What happened? I was reborn? This is unbelievable!

Five years ago, I knelt on marble floors, cleaning wine with my own dress while they laughed.

Five years later, they knelt before me, begging for forgiveness while I walked away.

They thought three hundred thousand dollars could buy my soul. They thought I was just another disposable substitute, another broken girl desperate enough to sell her dignity for her dying mother's medical bills.

Caspian Ashford wanted a replacement for his precious Scarlett. The Hampton elite wanted a servant to humiliate. They all wanted me to disappear quietly when they were done with me.

They got their wish—I did disappear.

But the girl who drowned in that yacht "accident" five years ago? She was weak, desperate, powerless.

The woman who returned as Elena Whitman?

I'm their worst fucking nightmare.

Every night when my daughter comes home, she looks different.
On the first night, a little of her hair was gone.
On the second night, she was missing one hand.
On the third night, half of her body had vanished.
I jolted awake in a sudden start, thankful it had only been a nightmare.
Right then, my daughter came back home.
A patch of her hair was missing.

The chieftainess returned from the poisonous fog with a swollen belly.
She announced that she carried the child of a god—a child who would bring hope to the entire base.
Only I knew that what she bore was no divine offspring, but a demon that would devour every soul in the base.
Because in my previous life, I was the one it had gnawed to death, alive...

My first love was adopted by our family, and he promised he would always be there for me.
But after my dad passed away in a car accident, I found him with another woman in our bedroom.
He told everyone Caroline was his true love—that he only saw me as a sister—and claimed I was the one who was pestering him.
I was shamed by everyone. The stress gave my mother a stroke, and Caroline even had someone run me over, costing me an eye.
Seven years later, holding flowers, I ran into them outside a convenience store.
Arthur's son looked at me pityingly. "Dad, this lady lost an eye… Is she selling flowers? Should we buy some?"

When the apocalypse came, I became one of the military's failed experiments—defective, useless, a waste of space who only knew how to fix machines.
My so-called brother Kane used the camp leader access I got for him to trade away the comms gear I nearly died to secure for a bottle of whiskey. He drained my bone marrow dry to keep me in the dark, then dumped me out in the wasteland to die.
After that, he pinned every bit of luxury and waste on me—
while my little sister didn't even have the medicine she needed to stay alive.
That night, dragging my crippled body behind me, I reached into the substation.
Kane, do you remember what kind of genes were in those five hundred milliliters of bone marrow?