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[1V1, sweet doting, pure in body and mind] After one night of indulgence, she took on a mysterious bigshot. Afterwards, she slipped away, but he became addicted from just one taste. Rumors had it that he was a financial heir who could cover the sky with one hand, a beast that would devour people without spitting out their bones, yet he doted on her to the point of obsession. "BOSS, the young madam has been taken advantage of." "Oh, acquire that company." "BOSS, the young madam beat up a Hollywood A-list star." "Oh, send over some medicine, her hand must be hurting from the punch." "BOSS, the young madam was confessed to." With a cold laugh, he carried her straight to the Civil Affairs Bureau. Finally, one day, she was cornered in bed and fought back fiercely, "Why are you everywhere? I can't live like this anymore, I want a divorce!" He pinned her down on the bed, "If you want to divorce, fine, the house is yours, the car is yours, the buns are yours, I, too, am yours."

Les rêves sont... une réalité dont seuls ceux qui en sont capables peuvent parler. C'était une ère marquée par la naissance de génies ! C'était une ère où les héros pouvaient être trouvés partout ! Le conflit féroce entre les aristocrates et les civils, les batailles ouvertes et voilées entre la Fédération et l'Empire, les extraterrestres qui rôdent sans relâche... Quand les principes de vérité étaient à la portée des canons des vaisseaux de guerre, quand l'ordre n'avait pas sa place dans ce monde... Mu Fan, avec la mystérieuse vie intelligente "Noir" et sa volonté inébranlable, déchira férocement la magnifique Ère de la Grande Galaxie !

Shocking! The famous Lin family in Jinchuan went bankrupt. The public: Who made it happen? Insider: The unworthy descendant, Lin Wanli! *** Shocking! The ruler of Jinchuan, Huo Guixiao, is getting married! The public: Who is the bride? Insider: The domineering and arrogant Lin Wanli! *** Shocking! The identity of the person in charge of Taixi Biology had been revealed. The public: Who is the CEO? Insider: Is it still... Lin Wanli? That loser?! *** In her previous life, Lin Wanli was tricked by her best friend, framed by her scumbag father, and rejected by her grandmother. She couldn't even protect her eight-month-old daughter, who was tossed in the trash by her nanny. After reincarnating, Lin Wanli desperately seized the opportunity to exact revenge. She also won over the man who helped avenge her. It's just... She always thought that man also reincarnated. This was until she realized he could easily read her mind. "Mr. Huo, isn't it a little rude of you to have reincarnated with special skills?" Lin Wanli asked. "When did I ever say I reincarnated?" He asked. "Did I misunderstand you?" "Not exactly. I do have a special skill. For example, I could hear you complaining about the bed being too small last night," he replied.

[Warning: Mature Content R-18+] Ren, a world-class chef with a low tolerance for idiots, didn't plan on dying. She definitely didn't plan on waking up in a jungle where the men have ears, tails, and absolutely zero concept of personal space. Welcome to the Beast World, where "courtship" usually involves a dead carcass at your feet and a very direct sniff of your behind. Ren’s goal? Survival. The Beastmen’s goal? Breeding. Armed only with a cast-iron skillet and a Gourmet Hunter System that trolls her as much as it helps, Ren realizes she has a unique problem. Her cooking is so good it cures the beasts' "Feral Madness." The side effect? It makes them incredibly… frustrated. Now, she’s stuck with four apex predators who look at her like she’s the main course. Ren just wants to open a restaurant and introduce civilization to these savages. Unfortunately, they’re more interested in glazing her buns than the ones in the oven. Warning: Contains heavy comedy, shameless flirting, accidental flashing, and a slow burn that will leave you as thirsty as the male leads. ----- Excerpt: "Put that down!" Ren shrieked, wielding her spatula like a sword. Kael, the massive White Tiger beastman, froze. He was currently naked, gloriously muscular, and holding her lace underwear between two sharp claws like it was a delicate flower. "This," Kael grumbled, sniffing the fabric deeply, "smells like you. But why is it so small? It covers nothing. Is this a courting gift?" "It’s a thong, you over-sized house cat! Give it back!" "No," Kael growled low in his throat, his golden eyes darkening with heat as he stepped closer, backing her into the kitchen counter. "If you want it back, you’ll have to take it from me. Preferably with your teeth." [System Notification: The Target 'Kael' has entered Mating Heat. Recommended Action: Run... or appease the beast.] Ren looked at the system screen, then at the eight-pack abs in front of her. "I hate this world." ** Let's Connect: Instagram: dolly_.roma Discord: DollyRoma#7887

College was like a wake-up call for most people. Especially the likes of Christopher Owen, who spent the rest of his high school years messing around and pining for the boy he never had. Having had a frustrating high school year, he decided to dedicate himself to his studies in college.   He flew many miles away from home, changed his looks, and hid his real identity from everyone.  His plans were simple: study hard, pass well, no dating. But then he realized two things: life was anything but easy without the backing of his last name. And... he wasn't sure how long he could last before he jumped his roommate, who was obviously not gay. But lust wasn't love, right? Maybe he could indulge a little? Just a little, I promise. ***** EXCERPT: "THAT ARROGANT, GOOD FOR NOTHING, DEMONIC IDIOT! I HATE HIM SO MUCH!" "O-kay... what is going on?" A friend asked him, watching as he paced around the room he just entered. "After battling for a long time. A LONG TIME!" he breathed heavily before continuing, "I... I confessed to him today." The other sat up, eyes wide. "For real?" "And then... with that stupid look on his face, he just looked at me and said Okay. OKAY!" Gasps. "I didn't even know people said "okay" to love confessions, but he said "okay" to me!" -- Meanwhile, while he was there panicking, the one who had been confessed to remained seated where he was in the room. He had not moved an inch from that position since he got confessed to. But if one looked closely, they would notice how red his face was, up to the tips of his ears. He suddenly chuckled to himself. "That idiot," he muttered, looking at the door the other had taken.

In a rigid aristocratic society where marriages are political and mistresses are open secrets, Alina Ashworth, daughter of a bankrupt merchant is sold to the most powerful and feared man in the kingdom: Austin Moore, Duke of Ravenmoor. Her official title is his bed warmer. This humiliating title means she is his to use, display, and discard. Yet, he never touches her. Every night, she comes to his room, lies on his bed, but he doesn’t even look at her. But in public, he is a different man. At banquets, his hand is always on her waist and he introduces her to others with possessiveness that make men step back and women glare. Furious at being used as a prop, Alina decides that she will not be his silent ornament. If he wants to display possession, she will give him a performance worth watching. Soon, she weaponizes her bed warmer title, turns the humiliation into power and makes him fall for a woman he was never supposed to want.

He left her on the streets. His brother-in-law picked her up… and made her his wife. On the day her ex, Mark, married the wealthy socialite Bella, Elena was thrown out with nothing but the clothes on her back—humiliated, broken, and utterly alone. Until Eric Thompson appeared. Bella’s older brother. Mark’s powerful brother-in-law. And the most feared Alpha in the city. He offered her a hand when no one else would. Then, he offered her a deal: A marriage in name only. A shield against her past. A chance to rebuild. Elena accepted, expecting a cold arrangement between strangers. But behind closed doors, Eric’s carefully guarded control unraveled—and so did hers. Their chemistry was explosive, their nights intense, and the lines between business and pleasure blurred beyond recognition. He was the one man she could never have… and the only one she couldn’t resist. But when Mark realizes what he truly lost, and Bella discovers the secret behind her brother’s bride, Elena must decide: Is this just a contract? Or is this the love she was always meant to fight for?

[Mature Content R18] "At first I thought something was trying to possess my body, but it seems this body was never mine to begin with". _____________________ After a fatal car accident, Diane wakes up in a body that doesn't seem to be hers regardless of how identical it seems to others. The body often disobeys her orders and she finds her heart cold towards those she once loved. Overtime, a familiar stranger keeps visiting her dreams to sleep with her but the visits soon begin to get too constant which leads her to dig deeper into his identity. After discovering he’s not human, Diane finds herself stuck in the middle of a power struggle between him and his demonic siblings which leads to a war in the long run nearly destroying the human realm. And whenever it looks like peace is a step away — new enemies continue to appear as friends turn foes. Yet, ignoring all the danger signs— Diane is ready to risk it all, just to be with him. But how do you say yes when the whole world is screaming no? _________________ (Trying not to put too many spoilers out here but you won’t be disappointed)^^ (Cover Disclaimer)

A young woman moves into a new apartment expecting a fresh start, only to discover one impossible condition set by the owner: She must share the same bed with him. Baran is calm, controlled, and impossible to read. He never raises his voice. He never forces her directly. Yet every rule he creates feels harder to refuse than the last. What begins as an uncomfortable arrangement soon turns into something far more dangerous. Night after night, Zeynep finds herself caught between resistance and desire, unable to decide whether Baran is her greatest mistake or the one person she can no longer stay away from. The closer they become, the more their connection shifts from tension to obsession, from attraction to addiction. Every attempt to leave only pulls her deeper into a relationship neither of them can fully control. Because the most terrifying part is no longer sharing his bed. It’s realizing she might not want to leave it. In a story filled with obsession, possessiveness, temptation, and dark romance, Zeynep must decide whether she is fighting for her freedom—or running toward the one thing she should fear the most.

18+ READERS ONLY: This story contains explicit sexual content (smut), dark themes, strong language, possessive alpha dynamics, and an enemies-to-lovers power imbalance. Reader discretion is advised. Jannah Nenth is an omega burdened by a dark, inescapable curse: she brings catastrophe and ruin to any alpha that claims her as his mate. Left with nothing but the herbalist skills passed down by her grandfather—who is now slipping into the fog of amnesia—Jannah ekes out a quiet, isolated living. But her world shatters when she is hired to be the personal physician for Dorrent Grefo, the ruthless, S-tier alpha and CEO of Gammar Technology Company. Dorrent is suffering from a humiliating impotence, a secret he guards with his life. To the world, he is a powerful predator; to Jannah, he is the monster who slaughtered her parents during a violent black-cycle rut when she was just a child. Dorrent probably doesn't remember her, but Jannah remembers everything. She accepts the position with a dark, calculated vow: rather than cure him, she will use her grandfather’s herbal knowledge to break him slowly from the inside out. At first, Dorrent loathes the omega's presence. He calls her dirty, refuses to let her touch him without disgust, and treats her with utter disdain. But as the desperate need for a cure overrides his pride, he allows her close. During a private treatment session, a surge of raw, forbidden lust overpowers Dorrent. When the herbs and Jannah’s touch finally rouse his dormant desire, he becomes insatiable. Claiming her as his plaything, Dorrent pulls Jannah into a dark, intoxicating world of unbridled pleasure and intense, explicit intimacy. What starts as a ruthless boss using his omega physician as a sex slave quickly spirals into a volatile obsession. Dorrent wants more; he tries again and again to bite down and mark Jannah as his true mate, but the ancient curse holds firm. The bond refuses to take unless she surrenders her heart. Jannah’s vow is absolute: she will never fall in love with the enemy. But as the nights grow hotter, the boundaries between vengeance and desire blur, and Dorrent’s relentless, possessive heat leaves her wet and craving more, the inevitable approaches. Will the curse break Jannah’s resolve, or will her growing feelings for the S-tier alpha unleash the very catastrophe they both are destined to face? *** Before Jannah could pull back or try to wiggle out of his grasp, his hand moved from her waist, his long fingers fumbling with the hem of her clothes. Jannah let out a small, terrified gasp, her hands coming up to bat at his wrists, her omega instincts screaming at her to resist the touch of the alpha who had destroyed her family. "Don't, please," she whimpered, twisting her body, trying to put distance between them. "Don't do this. I'm just here to—" "You're here to heal me, aren't you?" he cut in, his voice thick, rough, and dripping with raw desire. "You said it yourself, Jannah. A physician must finish what they start. You awakened this in me. You brought me to the edge. Now you have to take me the rest of the way." His hand ignored her feeble struggles, sliding down the curve of her hips with an unbearable, deliberate slowness. His fingers found the fabric of her skirt, pushing it aside with a rough, impatient motion that made the silk tear slightly against her skin. The raw strength in his hands was undeniable; he was an S-tier alpha, a predator whose power had been unleashed, and her small, delicate frame was nothing against his overwhelming force. Jannah's breath hitched in her throat as his fingers bypassed her undergarments and pressed directly against the damp, heated center of her body.