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I thought I was here to pay off my family’s debt… But the Alpha King didn’t bring me to his castle to be a maid. Isla I’m a nobody from a struggling pack, just trying to help my family cover my brother’s medical bills. When I’m sent to the Alpha King’s palace, I expect to scrub floors—not sleep in a luxurious bed. Then I find out the truth: I’ve been sold to be his breeder. King Maddox is cold, cruel, and dangerously powerful. Rumor has it he killed his first wife—and now he needs an heir or he’ll lose his throne. I’ve never even been with a man. How am I supposed to survive this? And worse… why does my body crave the one man who might destroy me? Maddox After my Luna Queen died, I vowed never to love again. But time is running out—I need an heir, and I need one now. I didn’t go looking for a breeder, but Isla arrived at my doorstep like fate itself. She’s innocent. Untouched. Nothing like the woman I expected. I told myself I’d use her and forget her. But now I want more than just a breeder. I want to make her mine—forever.

All she wanted was to save her brother. And all he wanted was a child. He bought her, bound to a contract to give him a child and disappear from his life afterwards, but what hit her like a storm was love... falling for the masked monster who bought her body. Andrew Sterling hated greedy women, and every woman he'd contracted to bear his child, heir to the Sterling Enterprises, had been just that. When Anne, his third contracted surrogate, showed up, he saw her as the very same type of woman until she peeled open his stone-cold heart. What ties them next isn't just a baby contract, but an unexpected marriage formulated by Andrew's grandfather. But a man who has always despised marriage will never be tied down, not even by his contracted surrogate, because the minute she gave him the child he needed, he would send her out of his life. But when the tables turn on him... He says to her, "With a husband as rich as me, right now you're the wealthiest woman alive." "We're only married till I give birth," she retorted. He frowns at that, feeling internally displeased. "It doesn't matter how long we're married for. From now on, everything I own is yours. If you want heaven and earth, I'll buy it for you. My wife will never be found lacking a single fucking thing." She stared at him in disbelief. When did he start feeling something for her? He couldn't remember.

<Korean Webnovels#> Dumped after six years for the boss's daughter, Hanseong Group's Jo Hyeon-ui drunkenly slaps a million won down and buys the most beautiful man in the bar. Kang Su-ho has never once been aroused by any woman. Tonight, the host she bought finds his body answering only to her.

A kaiju ate me alive. I felt my ribs go one at a time. Then something in the dark of its gut decided I was not finished. It started my heart with a hand that was not mine, and I walked out of the corpse on my own two feet, the only person who ever has. That was the night she bought the rights to whatever I had become. One screen. One subscriber. The screen is my life, live and uncut. The subscriber is her, and she pays whatever it costs to keep the feed running: every fight, every wound, every hour I lose to the thing growing up the inside of my spine. When I run, the money finds me. When I bleed, the bid climbs. The Defense Force has me filed as a contaminant. The corporations want me as their next headliner. She understood the part both of them missed: the stronger the parasite makes me, the less of me is left. Every night, behind one glowing screen, the woman who calls herself my sponsor watches me turn into the thing that killed me. She has never once looked away.

Mirena never imagined that one day, she’d be labeled an impostor. Five years ago, the Sterling family “rescued” Mirena from an orphanage, calling it fate. Then, to “protect their honor,” they married her off to George Ashton, forcing her into five years of a humiliating, submissive marriage. Now, their “true” heiress has returned, and Mirena is discarded overnight—divorced, disowned, and the scandal of the city. What they never knew? She never needed their name to build her own. The world watches now as the woman they mocked rises as the legendary “Investment Queen.” And the family that cast her out can only watch in terror as she buys their most prized possession: her ex-husband’s company. When George crawls back, begging for another chance, Mirena doesn’t even blink. “Sorry, darling,” she smiles, cold as ice. “I don’t recycle trash.” Beside her stands Alexander Pierce—billionaire titan of Wall Street, her once-rival, now the man who can’t stay away. His hand rests, possessive and warm, on the small of her back. “Eyes forward, love,” he murmurs, his voice a low command. “You only look at what’s yours now.” And he’s making it very clear—he intends to be at the top of that list.

*** My health has been very poor this year alongside loosing my mother-in-law and cat so I'm sorry but this will be rewritten and finished when I'm well, I'm doing it all offline in my rare creative moments, hopefully with a more mature touch *** [WARNING: Mature Themes (smut, violence, murder, suicide, domestic violence, etc.)] --------- Waking up naked and alone with a murderer, without a single memory, she relies on System to understand her existence in another person's body. --------- Still don't know if you should read me? Here's a quick breakdown to help you make up your mind if this novel is right for you: This is my own twist on the QuickTransmigration System genre, giving it a more 'spiritual' twist. It explores sensitive themes throughout each arc and I will do my best to give trigger warnings at the start of chapters containing them. It is written in the first person and revolves around a female lead (FL). This is a weak-to-strong novel, she will have heavy flaws and make repeated mistakes and seem generally weak at the start, bear with her as she grows. Romance is a heavy theme within the story that contains a lot of smut, with more than one character. However, there is only one male lead in the end. The story is less about fluffy romance, instead, it's a journey of growth and self-discovery, revolving around the main storyline. Although, each Arc will have its own separate storyline that will have an impact on the main storyline with both new and reoccurring characters (so skipping arcs is not advised). I have currently written the rough drafts for four arcs at the point of writing this: 1. Ghosts & Guns 2. How do you keep a child alive in the Zombie Apocalypse? 3. Abducted by Aliens 4. Freed by the Fae Folk 5. .... --------- --------- Cover Art made by myself, using nightcafe AI Art, check out my page, I'm attempting to make novel art and character art for each arc: https://creator.nightcafe.studio/u/Raychbunni

Camille Laurent thought tonight would be the beginning of her future. Instead, it became the night her life shattered. Standing in the center of a glittering ballroom, she watches her fiancé slip the engagement ring onto her cousin’s finger. Laughter echoes around her. Cameras flash. The humiliation burns through her chest as whispers spread across the hall. She has just been publicly replaced. Her nails dig into her palms. Her heart pounds. But Camille refuses to cry. Not in front of them. Not in front of the man who just destroyed her pride. Just when the room erupts with cruel amusement, the doors open. The atmosphere shifts instantly. Dante Moretti walks in. The ruthless billionaire heir. The man powerful enough to ruin entire corporations with a single decision. Cold, calculating, and feared by everyone in the city. His sharp gaze sweeps across the hall then stops on Camille. Tearless. Humiliated. Burning with silent fury. Instead of pity, a strange spark appears in his eyes. Dante steps closer, ignoring the stunned crowd. His voice is calm, but the words send shockwaves through the room. “Marry me.” The hall falls silent. Camille’s breath catches. A contract marriage. Three years. A public wife for the most dangerous man in the city. It’s supposed to be revenge. But Dante Moretti isn’t a man who pretends. He claims. He controls. He doesn’t believe in love only possession. As Camille steps into a world of wealth, power, and ruthless ambition, she realizes too late that the devil she married doesn’t share what belongs to him. And the moment she signed that contract She stopped being the humiliated bride. She became the billionaire’s obsession.

“Am I okay? How can you ask that after you bought me like I was some kind of object?!" Hannah shouted. "I was only trying to save you," Roman replied softly. But deep down, he couldn’t deny that he truly wanted her… ... Hannah Macalester had always known her father was selfish, but she never imagined he would go so far as to sell her in a human auction to pay off his debts. Just as filthy men began bidding on her body, Roman Thaddeus—a trillionaire playboy—won the auction with an outrageous price: 100 million dollars. Roman swore he only wanted to help. But the dark rules of The Auction House forced them into a dead end: marry, or face death. Determined to protect her younger sibling from the same fate, Hannah had no choice but to play the role of a happy fiancée in Roman’s luxurious mansion. The problem is, living under the same roof with Roman turns out to be dangerously tempting. As they secretly work with the FBI to bring down the auction, the trillionaire’s charm begins to break down Hannah’s defenses. Can this marriage on paper save not only their lives, but also their hearts?

Elian was done with the Guild. Ten years of thankless labor as a merchant clerk was enough. He spent every copper he had on a deed to the Oaken Hearth, a waystation situated on a "busy" road just a week from the capital of the Boundless Wilds. The merchant lied. The "busy road" is a rutted track through ancient timber. The tavern is a ruin. And the previous owner didn't vacate for a "family emergency"—he was eaten. But Elian is an architect of survival. He doesn't need a paved road; he needs a sturdy foundation. By trading leafy greens for Fire-bite peppers and watered-down ale for magical Ember-Draft, Elian begins to turn the Oaken Hearth into a sanctuary for the lethal denizens of the Wilds. There’s just one logistical error he didn't account for: Beastkin biology. As the tavern fills with dominant monster-girls and primal instincts, Elian quickly learns that dealing with his new clientele requires a completely different kind of customer service. From the seven-foot-tall Frost Wolf Alpha who has decided the human clerk is her new mate, to the Centaur caravans seeking a safe harbor, Elian will prove that in the Boundless Wilds, a human's greatest weapon isn't a sword—it's high-tier plumbing, a properly reinforced floor, and furniture built to withstand the affections of his monstrous patrons. (Cross-posted on Royal Roads and Scribblehub) Copyright 2026 Arcane Accord Enterprises LLC. All Rights Reserved.

"Thirty million dollars," he says, like he's ordering wine. "One year of marriage." Dante Moretti destroyed Alera Vance's family, took their empire, left them drowning in debt, and she swore she'd never forgive him. But one reckless kiss turns into a scandal, and Dante sees opportunity. His solution? A contract marriage that pays her thirty million at the end. All she has to do is play the perfect wife. It should be simple. Except nothing about Dante is simple. He's ruthless in business, possessive in private, and dangerously good at blurring the line between hate and hunger. The more the world believes their lie, the more Alera risks losing the only thing she has left, her heart. Because falling for him wasn't part of the deal. And surviving him might cost her everything. ***** "You fucking thief!" The words tear out of me before I can stop them. Dante Moretti, the man who destroyed my father's company three years ago, slowly turns towards me. And looking down at me like I'm some insect that wandered into his perfect world. His thumb hooks under my chin, forcing my head up. My eyes widen at the contact. "Stay calm," his Italian accented voice drawls. "Wh–" He doesn't let me finish my sentence and he slams his mouth onto mine.