14 Book(s) Related to psy visions

lt's time baby, come home now. You have wandered for too long. "He spoke in a calm tone as if he was coaxing a small kid to give up on her bad habit. My fingers tightly gripped each side of my dress and tears welled up in my eyes. I whipped my head at Adan for protection but my heart stuttered when witness the look of betrayal on his face.

"Please let me explain. “ I pleaded in my mind. But he wasn' t looking at me. "What if do t let you take her then?" This time Adan spoke and a ray of hope sparkled in my heart. He snickered. I can see my wife has thoroughly pleased you. Trust me, don' twant any bloodshed. Give my wife back and I will leave without wagging war.

She begged him to save her.
Now, she belongs to a monster.

She should have died with them. That’s what the man who slaughtered her family whispered in her ear as he dragged her away from the blood-soaked floor of her childhood home. But instead of a quick death, he had other plans.

A girl as rare and beautiful as her was worth more alive than dead. And so, Evadne Sinclair was thrown into a cage, hidden beneath the filth of the underground, waiting to be sold to the highest bidder.

When she was forced onto the auction stage, chains biting into her wrists, she knew begging was useless. The men before her were nothing but predators, circling their prey, hungry to devour. She had no savior. No way out.

Until she saw him. A man she had no idea about, staring at her with eyes chilling enough to kill. But for a reason she couldn't discern, she begged him.

Dante Moretti. Cold. Untouchable. The Mafia’s deadliest king.

She didn’t know why she begged him—only that she did.

"Than…thank you…" she shuddered, her body tangling as the chains rattled behind her while she walked alongside the mean-looking man she believed had just saved her from a worse fate.



He was cold. Mean. She didn’t know why she thought he was the best man to save her. She only found herself begging him to.

He raised his amber eyes to her, a slight smirk cutting across his face.
"What’s your name?"

If she was shaking before, now she was trembling violently at his sudden cold and authoritative voice.

"Evadne Sinclair."

"Good, Evadne. Don’t thank me."
His voice was like ice. Deadly. Final.
"Because two hours from now, you will regret ever begging me to buy you."

On the day I received my late-stage gastric cancer diagnosis, the business proposal I’d pulled three all-nighters to finish was being fed straight into a paper shredder by my husband, Lu Ting.

Amid the deafening roar of the machine, his voice was cold and unapologetic: “Put Yingying’s name on this plan. She just got permanent employment and needs this achievement to get a firm foothold.”

I said nothing. My fingers crumpled the diagnosis report in my pocket. I turned around, opened the ticket-booking app, and booked a seven-day, six-night ultra-luxury customized honeymoon package for Lu Ting and his mistress Zhou Yingying—an overwater villa in the Maldives, with first-class flights for the entire trip.

When Lu Ting saw the order, he curled the corner of his mouth at me for once, speaking in a patronizing tone: “Finally being sensible. I’ll bring you a bag when I get back.”

I said quietly, “No need.”

You two will never come back.

The Getty family went bankrupt, and her fiancé's family stood by coldly, offering no help. Rebecca Getty signed a contract and had a whirlwind marriage with her fiancé's uncle—Frederick Windsor.
After the wedding, Rebecca's only thought was to pay back the 100 million yuan with interest, set Frederick free, and let him be with his first love.
When she repaid 5 million yuan, Frederick's face darkened.
When she repaid 50 million yuan, Frederick left home for three days.
Finally, when she paid off the entire 100 million yuan, Rebecca was pinned against the wall by the man. "Divorce? Fine!!! I'll give you all my property, and I'll give myself to you too— the kind that follows you wherever you go!"
Rebecca: ……

At the Ultimate Construct Tournament, my roommate beat me to the stage, unveiling the very runic matrix I had just designed in my mind.

When I confronted her about the blatant plagiarism, she burst into tears on the spot.

"You say I stole from you, but do you have even a single sketch to prove it?"

My boyfriend, Richard, sitting right there on the judges' panel, publicly condemned me.

He called me a sore loser and sneered that my vicious slander was absolutely disgusting.

Because the construct existed entirely within my mental sea, I had no physical proof.

I was crucified as a jealous bully, and ultimately, the violent magical backlash tore through me.

Right up until my last breath, I couldn't figure it out: how did she perfectly steal a top-secret construct I had only ever simulated in my mind, without leaving a single trace behind?

When I opened my eyes again, I had been reborn—right back at the start of that very tournament.

Watching my roommate step forward, ready to rush the holographic projector, I clamped a hand around her wrist.

"This time, I'm going first."

They don’t know I’m a girl.

They all look at me and see a boy. A prince.

Their kind purchase humans like me for their lustful desires.

And, when they storm into our kingdom to buy my sister, I intervene to protect her. I make them take me too.

The plan is to escape with my sister whenever we find a chance.

How am I to know our prison will be the most fortified place in their kingdom?

I’m supposed to stay on the sidelines. The one they have no real use for. The one they never mean to buy.

But then, the most important person in their savage land—their ruthless beast king—takes an interest in the “pretty little prince.”

How do we survive in this brutal kingdom, where everyone hates our kind and shows us no mercy?

And how does someone, with a secret like mine, become a lust slave?

AUTHOR'S NOTE:

This is a dark romance—dark, mature content. Highly rated 18+.

Expect triggers, expect hardcore.

If you're a seasoned reader of this genre, looking for something different, prepared to go in blindly not knowing what to expect at every turn, but eager to know more anyway, then dive in!

She died with her bones crushed under her sister's heel. She came back with one goal: make them all pay.

Her brothers toasted her murder over champagne. Her fiancé texted "job done" as she fell from the 22nd floor. They took her name, her work, and her life.

But death gave her a gift: a second chance.

Now, she's walking away from the family that betrayed her. No tears. No begging. Just a cold, burning promise: everything they stole, she will take back.

Enter the man who sees through her armor. He's a titan of industry, a master of rare gems, and he offers her a deal that changes everything. But his eyes hold secrets—and a hunger that makes her forget why she swore off trust.

This time, she's not fighting for their approval. She's fighting for her revenge.

And the only thing more dangerous than her fury?

The man who's determined to own it.

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.

"I'm coming to cut out my baby from your stomach myself."
They called me Rose, but they forgot one truth: every rose comes with thorns.
I trusted my husband. I loved my best friend. They repaid me by poisoning my father, stealing my inheritance, and locking me in a basement to rot—six months pregnant.
I died watching them wear my jewels and laugh at my misery.
Then fate gave me a second chance.
I woke up at my father's funeral, the taste of betrayal still fresh on my tongue.
They think I'm still the same soft, grieving heiress they can drug and manipulate. They think I'm an easy target.
They're wrong.
This time, I'm not just defending my father's legacy. I'm burning their world to the ground.
From the funeral podium to the boardroom, I'm reclaiming my power piece by piece.
But as I rewrite my destiny, my enemies are evolving. Worse, the man who should be dead isn't staying buried.
How far am I willing to go to win? And when the thorns I've grown finally draw blood—will I be the one holding the blade, or the one bleeding out?

As the most cold-blooded and ruthless Mafia don, Twain Hall had doted on me like the apple of his eye for ten years.
But on the very day we were discussing our wedding, the ring his subordinate delivered had another woman's name engraved on it—not mine.
I pretended not to notice and turned to Twain.
"Did they bring the wrong ring? Who's Dorothy? I've never heard of her."
Twain's expression didn't change. He pulled me into his arms with that familiar, indulgent look.
"My people weren't careful. Made a fool of themselves."
"I'll have them exchange it right away. Can't keep my queen waiting."
I smiled. But the moment I turned away, my face went cold. I dialed a number.
"Didn't you say you'd pay any price to marry me? Twain Hall betrayed me. I want his head!"

"You're my weakness" Jerald said, still aiming his gun at her, she yawned.

"If all I am to you is a pawn that your enemies will use against you then, do as you wish" She said as she stepped towards him.

He stepped back. “Don't come closer" he said, his hands jolting. “I'll shoot."

“Jerald Carter! New York's Cosa Nostra, can't even shoot me.” She mocked him, she knew he couldn't do it.
She kept moving closer.

“Jennifer!” He warned her.

“You can't kill me, Jerald.” She pressed her chest against the gun. “You and I both know I am The Thing You Kill For.”
Jennifer’s father promised that she would marry Jerald Carter. Jennifer's been dreading the arranged marriage because she has a boyfriend—but now that her family's lives depend on it, there’s no denying it anymore.
There's something mystifying about Jerald Carter but nonetheless, Jennifer couldn’t help but fall for him.

Everyone is not perfect of course, Jerald Carter got a big secret he’s keeping, of the dark and deadly variety.

But what will happen when she finds out that she married a man who could just as easily kill her as a snap...?

Vera Sinclair had everything, wealth and a future mapped out by her ambitious father. But on the night of her extravagant eighteenth birthday party, a heated argument with her father shattered everything.

Seeking an escape, she drowned her pain in reckless indulgence, only to wake up in the arms of Logan Grey, the dark, untouchable heir to one of the most feared Mafia empires. She had worshiped him from afar for years, but after taking her innocence, he left her with nothing but a cold shoulder.

Determined to forget him, Vera tried to move on. But fate had other plans. A missed period led to a devastating revelation, and a family who would rather erase the problem than endure a blood entanglement with the notorious Grey heathens.

But Vera wanted to keep her baby, so with no other options, she ran to Logan, the very man her family wanted her to stay away from. Logan, however, had his own secrets, the one rule his father insisted on: never sire a child out of wedlock.

This meant that Vera's pregnancy could cost him everything, his position, inheritance, and freedom. Logan had no intention of being forced to marry her.

But what he didn’t expect was another threat lurking in the shadows, his estranged brother. A man just as powerful and dangerous, eager to claim what Logan refused. Vera soon found herself not only a mother to a Mafia heir but also at the center of a battle between two men who had been feuding since birth.