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First-Generation God King Tang San, with a trace of divine consciousness, roamed the universe, searching for the world where his wife had reincarnated. Guided by that divine consciousness, he arrived at a place called Demon Monster Land, only to find that it was a world where humans were as lowly as livestock…

When Theodore and his fiancée Roy were inspecting the border, a conspiracy pushed them into a trap in an enemy country. In a damp and cold underground interrogation room, Roy was brutally stripped of her dignity by the enemy's crown prince Elrian — the golden-haired tyrant known as the "Lion of the Empire." She was bound before a glass window, forced to endure aggressive humiliation under the calm yet cold gaze of her fiancé...

Als Theodore und seine Verlobte Roy die Grenze inspizierten, wurden sie durch eine Verschwörung in eine Falle in einem feindlichen Land gelockt. In einem feuchten und kalten unterirdischen Verhörraum wurde Roy brutal ihrer Würde beraubt durch den Kronprinzen des Feindes, Elrian — der goldhaarige Tyrann, bekannt als der "Löwe des Imperiums". Sie wurde vor einem Glasfenster gefesselt und gezwungen, aggressive Demütigung unter dem ruhigen, aber kalten Blick ihres Verlobten zu ertragen...

Alors que Theodore et sa fiancée Roy inspectaient la frontière, une conspiration les a poussés dans un piège en territoire ennemi. Dans une salle d'interrogatoire souterraine humide et froide, Roy a été brutalement dépouillée de sa dignité par le prince héritier ennemi Elrian — le tyran aux cheveux d'or connu comme le "Lion de l'Empire". Elle a été attachée devant une fenêtre en verre, forcée d'endurer une humiliation agressive sous le regard calme mais froid de son fiancé...

Quando Theodore e sua noiva Roy estavam inspecionando a fronteira, uma conspiração os empurrou para uma armadilha em um país inimigo. Em uma sala de interrogatório subterrânea úmida e fria, Roy foi brutalmente despojada de sua dignidade pelo príncipe herdeiro inimigo Elrian — o tirano de cabelos dourados conhecido como o "Leão do Império". Ela foi amarrada diante de uma janela de vidro, forçada a suportar uma humilhação agressiva sob o olhar calmo, porém frio, de seu noivo...

Cuando Teodoro y su prometida Roy estaban inspeccionando la frontera, una conspiración los empujó a una trampa en un país enemigo. En una sala de interrogatorios subterránea, húmeda y fría, Roy fue brutalmente despojada de su dignidad por el príncipe heredero enemigo Elrian — el tirano de cabello dorado conocido como el "León del Imperio". Ella fue atada frente a una ventana de cristal, obligada a soportar una humillación agresiva bajo la mirada tranquila pero fría de su prometido...

WARNING: {R18+ ROMANCE}{Explicit sexual content} ~~~ "I only want you, Theia. Always have always will and this shall never change. How could I ever want another when I possess the one I solely exist for?" "Phobos," I call his name fondly a need to hug him and breathe in his calming scent surfaces. "I do not wish to treat you like you are made of glass because you aren't. Your body was made for me and it can handle everything I choose to give it. And this I will prove it to you." "When?" I ask breathlessly as he ultimately turns around to meet my curious eyes. Golden rings outline his irises his beast announcing his presence and they stand as one before me. A wicked smile paints his face with a flash of canine displayed to me. A promise he gives that I will be ruthlessly devoured. "When I fuck you senseless." ~~~ After years of excruciating loneliness, Phobos approached me. A frightening beast, my soulmate who emerged from within the bounds of a ruthless thundering storm. The male I yearned for. He caught me off guard and I was under the spell he cast through his ocean eyes. A spell I couldn't defeat and that very moment I knew I was in trouble. The second our eyes met I knew he would bring me endless heartache. We were childhood friends, him and I. Phobos the gentle and playful juvenile I grew up with and looked up to as a pup vanished and was replaced by a cold-hearted barbarian, he terrified me as he killed many with a blink of his eyes. No regret, no concern his beast often in control surging forward consuming his senses. They were equals. How can I connect with a beast like him? How could I make him call me his? How can I love my childhood friend who has become a merciless monster? ~~~ #TBVC is a childhood friends to lovers dark romance erotic series with an age gap of 9 years between the protagonists. It will be a rollercoaster ride of emotions but will also have tons of delicious spice to heat you up. I truly hope you enjoy it my little wolves!

Kelly was told to keep her virginity and keep herself pure until marriage because that is dignifying for a woman. She's betrothed to her childhood friend and son of her family friends. However everything changes when she leaves for college and comes across Adrian Pablo Fernandez. What happens when a good girl and a bad boy meet?

"Take your clothes off. It's time to bathe." Hearing those words, fear overwhelmed me, and I felt as if I might wet myself. Instinctively, I wrapped my arms around my body, unable to fathom removing my clothing. He rose from his seat, approached me with a sinister smile, and placed his hands on my hair. "Would you like me to assist you?" Trembling with fear, I closed my eyes tightly and shook my head, vehemently refusing while inching away from him. "Well, if you don't want to disobey your husband, do as I say." He returned to his chair and sat down, watching me intently, waiting for me to comply and undress.

I was sold to a monster, but I became a widow before the wedding night even began. Don Gio died in our bridal suite, leaving me untouched and terrified. I thought I was free... until the door burst open. Enter Nico Ferrante, the exiled heir and ruthlessly handsome devil who hated his father... and was now, my stepson. With a gun pointed at my head, I told the only lie that could save me from being executed as a gold-digger: "Don't shoot! I’m pregnant with the heir!" Nico didn't pull the trigger. Instead, he cornered me, stripping my soul bare with his dark eyes. He leaned in, his hot breath ghosting over my neck, and whispered the secret that should have killed me: "My father was impotent, little liar... Or should I say... step-mother?" But he didn't expose me. Instead, he offered a wicked arrangement. The Mafia Council demands an heir to prevent a war? Fine. He will give me one. Now, I am trapped in a golden cage, playing the grieving widow by day and submitting to my stepson’s dark demands by night. It’s a business transaction... But why does his touch set my body on fire? We are committing the ultimate sin for a crown of blood. But what happens when the lie becomes real?