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"On the bed." My new master, the Alpha of Drogomor, commanded. I walked toward the bed, naked, ashamed, and full of tears. I was about to lose my virginity, but it meant nothing to the man who was going to take it. *** I am Rosalie, 20 years old, sold to the most terrifying alpha by my own father. "You're nothing to me but a breeder." he said to me cruelly. I had long known that my love for him was hopeless and foolish. However, I was naïve to think that was the end of the story. Once the baby is born, I will be put to death. *** People thought I was dead, but I survived. "It's you!" He grabbed my hand, and his eyes were filled with emotions I couldn't understand. "Come back to me, Rosalie." "Sorry." I calmly looked back at him, "but I think you've got the wrong person."

[8th place in Werewolf Competition, 2022] [CAUTION: RATED 18: NO RAPE] Is it believably possible to love a man who's been rejected by all women? Leia is sold in the name of marriage to the most controversial man in the nation in exchange for monetary favors; Mr. Adrik Avalanzo, the scarred one.  He is rumored to be a hideous and fearless beast covered in scars, both physically and emotionally. His appearance is enough to chase off women. Even though he is the wealthiest, whom many envy, they consider him a plague. Thrust into a loveless marriage, how would a pridefully stubborn, hot-headed girl like Leia deal with him? And how would he deal with her? Will he try to dominate her? Or woo her passionately?  Will Leia accept him despite his physical deformity? Will she get past her pride? Her short temper? Or even untie the knot she'd tied over her heart to accept him? Will their marriage turn out to be one that all the people of high society envy? Or could this marriage be the subsequent tragedy of the century? ______________ The cover is not mine and belongs to its rightful owner. the owner's credit Follow me on Instagram @angellily_draws i

Ila, who had served the Empire for half his life, was decisively betrayed. He wanted to go to another country, but was almost killed on the run and then saved by the Dragon Lady Demon King. After crossing over, Ila, who had killed demons for half his life, was a bit scared, but... "Those who struggle with the evil dragon should be careful not to become the husband of the dragon..." "When you stare at the abyss, the abyss... offers a kiss." Ila Elkaras was very confused. But the reality he encountered forced him to examine whether the abyss stood in the demonic world or... "The Empire of Light and Justice"

Eira thought there could be nothing worse than being abducted by she-wolf traffickers, abused, tormented, and ultimately sold off to five powerful Alphas as nothing more than a breeder. She was wrong. The worst was yet to come. She was sold to the same five alphas who had ruined her life and were the reason for every torment she had gone through over the past six years. The Alphas were just as stunned to see her, yet they had no choice but to accept her for the sake of their pack’s future. Because pureblood she-wolves were rare, nearly extinct. Only they could bear the offspring of powerful Alphas, and ensure the survival and strength of the next generation. She hated them with every broken piece of her soul. And they hated her in return. The hatred was mutual. So what now? Eira made a silent vow. She will make them feel every brutal torment she had suffered. Every scar, every tear, every cry in the dark, they will taste it all. But the Alphas had plans of their own. They will use her. Breed her. And when she was no longer of use… they will kill her. But what will they do when the mysteries from the past start to uncover and lines of hatred start to fade into something else? Was it too late to regret?

COMPLETED Jessie Marin is a popular and successful actress at the peak of her career. Until she is in a staged accident and the rest of the world thinks she's dead when in fact she's kidnapped and sold in a trafficking ring to the highest bidder. Jason Kang a wealthy business tycoon, invited by his friends to the auction house, does not intend to buy anyone. In fact, he thinks it's a disgusting thing, changes his mind when he sets his eyes on Jessie. The only problem is he fell in love with her body. Nobody, not the kidnappers or the bidders knew her identity, what happens when Jason finds out? How does he intend to keep a woman who will not be kept? And what happens when a common enemy arises? ~~~ "So what are you going to do? Yes, I escaped or rather tried too, what are you going to do?" Jessie sassed at him. Jason grinned "you're not in the least scared of me are you?" he asked. "Should I be?" Jessie laughed. "You definitely should," He said flipping over and trapping her beneath his own body. "You forget" he continued "You are a captive in this house, not a guest, not a visitor. And you won't take a step out unless I say so. So I advise you to rather stop defying me and behave." "Or what? You'll hit me?" she scoffed. "Oh, honey there are worse punishments than physical abuse," Jason said. Jessie wanted to believe he was bluffing but they were a danger, a deep rage that she saw in his eyes that terrified her. Did she want to find out what was worse than a beating? She bit her lips and tried to push him off her, but he grabbed her arms and held them above her head. Pinning them above her head with one hand and gripped her neck with his other hand. "Don't push me, Jessie, I'm trying, really trying to be good. Be careful with that pretty mouth of yours." Jason warned. "You're trying? I haven't had a proper meal in the last three days, I have no clothes and I'm sorry but I'm I supposed to look at the ceiling all day? There is nothing to do in this house." she snarled. "You say there are worse things than physical abuse what else could you possibly take from me?" Jason smiled and tilted his head as she uttered her last words. Dipping his head he sniffed her hair. Coming down lower and biting her ear lobe. He loved the way she shivered at the contact. "Oh dear Jess, there a lot of things I can take from you" He whispered in her ear. Dragging his nose the expanse of the smooth clear skin of her long neck. When he placed a feather-light kiss on her collar bone she struggled beneath him. But she was not strong enough to break out of his grip. ~~~ Feel free to message anytime on discord @ Obliviousstudent#2356. I do not own the book cover, credits to the artist.

"Oh... Daddy..." I moaned in loss, while he monitored my body's reaction with terrifying focus. He leaned his head toward my ear and whispered with a voice full of promise: "Do you think you're finished, Julie? Tonight, I'm going to make you scream my name until your voice loses the ability to come out... I'm going to teach you what it means to belong to me." His fingers moved inside me with devilish skill; he inserted two fingers together deep into my pussy, opening them and moving them with a delicious cruelty, while his thumb ground my clit in fast, frantic circular motions. "Daddy... I'm going to squirt again... please!" I screamed in a daze, feeling the fourth ecstasy exploding from the depths of my womb and crawling toward my limbs like a wildfire. Robert didn't ease the pressure; instead, he increased the speed of his fingers inside me until the fourth shudder hit me like a hurricane. My body stiffened completely, my back arching until I almost broke, and I let out a long, resounding scream as I began to squirt my fluids profusely like never before. My fluids were gushing out, drenching his hand and the marble of the vanity, while his fingers were still inside me, increasing the violence of the ecstasy and making it last even longer. I was panting like a madwoman, my eyes clouded and seeing nothing, while Robert watched my collapse with a cold, triumphant smile. He didn't withdraw his fingers immediately; instead, he let me shudder as I reached my peak. Then, he leaned toward me and whispered in my ear in a husky voice: "Four times, Julie... and your body is still begging for more from Daddy, isn't it?" ___________________ I'm Julie Michael I went with my father to a luxurious restaurant in New York, but I never left with him.My father sold me to a mafia king who owns a VIP club that rents out girls only to politicians and celebrities. On a lower floor of a world that doesn’t exist on any map, The girls are imprisoned in royal suites, prepared solely to please the clients, with no hope of escape. I was sold to Robert Cross, a billionaire who buys people for the joy of breaking them.But I refuse to break under his hands. In Robert Cross’s world, everything has a price tag. I was his most expensive purchase, and I intend to be his most dangerous mistake. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ - "You bought my body, but you will not buy my submission," Julie spat. Robert leaned in, his voice a dark hiss: "Commodities don't need to like their masters, Julie... It’s enough that I took a liking to you and bought you, sweetheart." ______________ Adult content only Dark Romance Twisted

Lilly Rose is the only heir of Morgan’s—a world-famous fashion boutique. She was set to live a luxurious life, but that was until her father sold her to a man ten years older than her a day after her 18th birthday to save his business from bankruptcy. However, her misfortune doesn’t seem to be that bad when she finds out that her future husband is the hottest bachelor in town. If only he finds her attractive and not just a spoiled child.

Humans are nothing more than servants in the glittering, cruel society of the winged Seraph. When a human offends them, the punishment is simple: be sold. Evangeline, never thought her own family would betray her. But when her sister committed the unforgivable, offending a seraph, their mother offered Eva in her place- without hesitation. Cast aside like unwanted trash, Eva is paraded before the Seraph nobility to be claimed. No one wants her. Until he appears. The Black Wing. The only Seraph whose feathers are not gold or silver or white, but midnight black. Feared. Cursed. Whispers say every human he has ever taken has perished. And yet, he chooses her. Dragged into his world of shadows, Eva becomes the obsession of a man everyone else fear and despises. He is possessive, merciless, and dangerously seductive. And while her family prays she will be destroyed... Eva begins to wonder if the true danger lies not in his black wings- but in the way her heart betrays her whenever he draws near. Can she ever survive this game of fate? **** The candlelight quivered against the cracked walls of the old inn, shadows twisting like restless spirits. Eva froze as he wasn't suppose to be here! Hades sat in the crimson chair, his presence consuming the air, thick and suffocating, as if the world itself had bowed before him. Swirling the red liquid in his glass, his bright purple eyes never left the shadows, yet he knew she was there before she moved. "Who is it this time?" His voice was a low rasp, curling into the room like smoke, tying her stomach in knots of fear and something darker. Eva forced her pulse to slow, telling herself not to back down. But when his hands rose from the arms of the chair, a shiver ran down her spine. "You aren't supposed to be here," she gasped, as he stood impossibly fast. His black wings unfurled, stretching wide, enveloping her, pressing her to his chest as though he claimed her before she could claim her own breath. "Why?" His lips curled into a wicked, sharp smile. "So I won't discover you running off with that useless boy?" "I didn't—" "Of course, because he's dead." His words cut like a blade, delivered with the certainty of a god reading an open book. Eva stumbled back, pressed to the wall. "You've lost your mind! You didn't kill him—" "Why shouldn't I?" His voice dropped to a growl. A single finger traced the fading red mark on her neck. His eyes snapped with fury; the air itself shivered. He leaned forward, lips brushing her skin, teeth grazing flesh in a possessive bite, erasing another's mark. "He dares," Hades hissed, deadly and low, "he dares touch what belongs to me. A fool. Bold enough to place his lips where mine already mark her." Eva's chest heaved, terror and desire entwined so tightly she could barely breathe. His wings tightened, dark and unyielding, and she realized escape was no longer an option, and perhaps, she didn't even want it. "Don't forget, dear," he murmured, lips grazing her ear, "I've bought you. You're mine now. And I don't like to share."

Soul-transmigrated directly from the apocalypse into a pitiful girl of a past era? Su Qing says, have no fear, she has the superpower. If one comes, she'll beat one; if two come, she'll thrash the pair. Beating people and saving people without conflict, and getting rich along the way.

MATURE CONTENT DISCLAIMER This story is strictly intended for adults (18+ only). This story contains explicit adult content, themes of power imbalance, themes of dominance and possessive relationship. Reader discretion is advised! °°°°°°°°°° Thalia Emerson didn’t just beg for help— she humiliated herself for it. After a minor accident involving a luxury car, she tries to swindle the owner for money… and fails. But walking away isn’t an option. Not when her aunt is dying and she has nothing left to lose. So she does the unthinkable. She asks him to lend her the money. She promises to pay him back. And when that isn’t enough to convince him… she offers herself as a slave. The man she’s begging isn’t just rich—he’s Alpha Cassian Frostclaw, heir to the royal Alpha family. Dangerous enough to crush her without effort. Instead of rejecting her, he agrees to lend her the money—but under one condition: a three-year contract marriage. Driven by desperation, Thalia signs without reading, convincing herself she can survive anything for three years. But the moment the deal is sealed, Cassian disappears—leaving her with silence… and the illusion that she got away cheaply. For nearly three years, she lives as though she has escaped the consequences of her choice. She rebuilds her life, clings to her freedom, and counts down the days until everything will end. But he returns. And to Alpha Cassian, Thalia was never someone he could let go. He intends to collect every second she owes him. What follows is not peace—but chaos.