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Sold to the Dark Wing

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."
mata0eve · 277.9k Views

The Tyrant's Secret fetish

Warning: 17++++ This story involves Bdsm, a sadistic pervert Alpha boss and his cute pouty step brother omega who loves him just as he comes. *** Ambitious young designer Kang Ye Jun joins Choi Advertising brimming with dreams, only to run headfirst into a tyrannical superior, Choi Si woo. No weekends off, constant availability around the clock, endless overtime that drains every ounce of energy no social life whatsoever, that's already brutal; the absolute worst part is that no matter how hard he tries, in the eyes of this hyper-critical director, everything he creates is flawed and unacceptable! After swallowing endless humiliation, Ye jun finally snaps: "Just because I stay quiet doesn't mean I'm some harmless pushover! I’m done! I quit!" What?! Quitting triggers a massive penalty clause worth millions?! That's insane! Can't we just separate on good terms? Since resignation isn't an option, Kang Ye jun decides to gamble everything and pull off the one move no subordinate would ever dare, seduce and sleep with the devil himself! Choi Si woo, creative director at Seohan Advertising, is a legendary figure in the industry and an untouchable elite bachelor. His professional brilliance is unmatched, but his personality is pure poison, earning him the infamous moniker "The Ice-Cold Devil in a Tailored Suit." Yet beneath that aloof, ruthless exterior lies a deeply buried, unspeakable kink he guards fiercely. When this explosive secret gets uncovered by his sharp-eyed subordinate Kang, what fate awaits the once-impenetrable Choi?
Yu_nabi10 · 168.1k Views

Sold To The Frost Alpha

Selene Jameson has always been the family stain, unwanted daughter, shadow to the golden children. The night her mother dies saving her life, Selene loses the only person who ever loved her. When Atlas D'Angelo, the boy she gave everything to, betrays her in the cruelest way possible, she vows never to beg for love again. But fate has darker plans. On the night Selene finally tastes freedom, fame, money, a future of her own her family sells her to a supernatural auction. She's thrust into a hidden world ruled by lycans who see humans as nothing more than commodity. Then he buys her. Mikhail Morozov, Wintercrest Alpha and High Alpha of the Onyx Concord. Feared across Nocturna, Lycan Realm. With a shattered past, a missing sister, and a throne built on blood and betrayal, the last thing he needs is a defiant human girl with a sharp tongue and darker humor than his sins. But Selene isn't human. She bears the Crescent, a mark of ancient power that could save the Nocturna or destroy it. When Kustav Volkov, a rival ruthless Alpha, is revealed to be Selene's father, he lays his claim on her. Mikhail offers Selene a choice: marry him in a blood-bound pact that grants her protection under lycan law. But this marriage of convenience will be anything but convenient. *** "And you smell good," I interrupted, words tumbling out before I could stop them. "Really good. Like winter but not the terrifying kind. The beautiful kind. With snow and—" I scrunched my nose, grasping for the description. "Those delicate frost patterns that appear on glass." Mikhail produced a sound deep in his chest that could've been a growl or a chuckle or something caught between. "Why are there two staircases?" I blurted suddenly, fixating on the duplicated grand stairway looming before us. "Is this intentional? Seems ridiculously excessive." "There's only one staircase, moya." "Are you certain? Because I'm definitely seeing two. Perhaps you require vision correction. Do lycans need glasses? That would be hilarious. Tiny spectacles perched on a massive terrifying wolf—" "Selene." His voice emerged strained, taut in a manner that penetrated even through my fog. "You need to stop talking." I peered up at him, hurt piercing through the pleasant haze. "Why? Am I irritating you? I'm sorry. I'll stay quiet." "No." The word escaped sharp, nearly anguished. "You're not irritating me. You're—" He severed the sentence, jaw clenching so viciously I witnessed the muscle twitch. "Just... rest." But I didn't want rest. I wanted to comprehend why his expression appeared like that—all rigid and ravenous and something else I couldn't identify. "Are you alright?" I asked, raising my hand toward his jaw. He intercepted my wrist before contact, his hold gentle yet unyielding. "Don't." "Why not?" "Because I'm barely maintaining control as it is, and if you touch me right now—" He halted abruptly, eyes compressing shut momentarily. "Just don't." That should've frightened me. The ferocity in his tone, the way his restraint appeared to unravel at the seams. But intoxicated-me simply smiled, inexplicably pleased. Then I caught the way his gaze dropped. Just for a fraction of a heartbeat. To my mouth. Heat bloomed through my chest, spreading like wildfire. "You want to kiss me," I breathed, the revelation making me giddy. His eyes snapped back to mine, glacial blue turned predatory. "Kissing," he said slowly, voice dropping an octave, "doesn't even begin to scratch the surface of what I want to do to you." The air left my lungs. His grip on my wrist shifted, thumb finding my pulse point. Pressing there. Feeling the frantic rhythm he'd caused. "Kissing is gentle," he continued, leaning in just enough that his breath ghosted across my lips. Close enough to take. Close enough to claim. But he didn't. "Kissing is sweet. What I want?" His eyes dragged down my face, my throat, lower then back up with deliberate slowness. "There's nothing gentle about it."
Lilac_Everglade · 79.7k Views

Bought by My stepbrother, the don

Carmen Castilo was the only daughter of one of the most powerful mafia dons in the city—until the night her father was shot in front of her. At his funeral, while the family mourns, Carmen disappears. Kidnapped from her own home and drugged, she wakes beneath blinding lights in an underground auction where the most powerful criminals in the world gather to bid—not on weapons or territory, but on her. To them, Carmen isn’t just a woman. She’s the last piece of her father’s empire. The final bid reaches a staggering one billion dollars. The buyer is Nico Romano—the stepbrother she betrayed five years ago. Once cast out of the family after Carmen accused him of treachery, Nico returns more powerful, more ruthless, and determined to collect the debt he believes she owes him. Escape is impossible. Alone, stripped of allies, and trapped under Nico’s control, Carmen is forced to play by his rules—a calculated system of rewards and consequences he calls repayment. But Nico isn’t the only one playing a game. While he believes he owns her, Carmen is quietly rebuilding what was stolen from her. Someone murdered her father, and the deeper she digs, the clearer it becomes that his death—and her reason for getting Nico’s exiled—may have been part of the same carefully planned conspiracy. Surrounded by enemies and secrets, Carmen must reclaim her father’s empire before it falls permanently into the wrong hands. And the one man who might damn her soul…may also be the only ally powerful enough to help her win. *Please this is a mafia story. If you’re uncomfortable with blood and killing this is not the story for you*
Colorful_madness · 42.8k Views
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Rizzmaster: The Adventures of Bob

SYNOPSIS | Initially an ‘Average Joe’, or thoroughly mediocre person, Bob, born with F- grade genetic potential had an epiphany that day when he read in his science textbook that "The goal of all living things was to reproduce". Stumbling upon Epigenetics, a Theory which states that every organism can alter its genetic potential as a result of their own actions and in the right environmental conditions, Bob begins to study and train in order to improve his Genetic Quality, in order to become a genetic success and attain Immortality. One day he picks up a manual entitled “The Art of Rizz, Vol. 1” dropped by a grandfather who is seeking a disciple to pass on his teachings, and so begins Bob’s Adventures as he embarks on the path of becoming a Grand Rizzmaster, and achieving Immortality with endless achievements, the most important one being to achieve Evolutionary success and to ensure his DNA is passed on successfully. Read and follow along with the Adventures of Bob in this unique ‘Coming’-of-age Tale and get ready for a ‘Wild Ride’. And no! Not… necessarily the one you’re now thinking of now… ! (Get that mind out of the gutter :P!!!) Rating: “PG” => No One 17 and Under Permitted ___ • Any and all terms and ‘epiphanies’ in this work are intended as satire for comedic effect and should not be taken seriously. • All characters, places and events are fictional unless otherwise stated. • The aim is to Entertain. Enjoy ! ✨ • Read and you won't regret* *Disclaimer: 50% probability.
nightskynear · 419.8k Views

Picking Up Attributes In Martial World

A top assassin dies after killing his own boss, and instead of staying dead like he should, he wakes up in a cultivation world that feels like it came straight out of every cliché he’s ever heard about. Broken meridians, bullied by clan members who look down on him, a father who gave up on him for a younger brother with better talent, and an engagement annulled with a beauty… or maybe not that trope. Nothing special. Just unlucky. When he finally decides to leave the clan and find his own path, he discovers something strange about himself. People drop attributes while doing things, and for some reason, only he can see and interact with them. A cultivator repeatedly tempering his body leaves behind things like— [Strength +6] [Stamina Recovery +8] [Body Tempering Progress +5%] An alchemist wasting herbs and ruining pills over and over drops— [Alchemy Talent (Low)] [Herb Identification +15] [Pill Stability +7] A swordsman practicing the same technique until his hands go numb drops— [Sword Muscle Memory +9] [Blade Intent Fragment] [Combat Awareness +4] And when someone dies, the drops become even more ridiculous— [Strength +321] [Death ×3] [Physique Fragment: Jade Bone] [Incomplete Cultivation Insight] All of it can be picked up by him. He doesn’t need cultivation talent, bloodlines, or a master’s guidance, because while others spend years training, comprehending, and risking their lives for small improvements, he collects everything they leave behind, whether it’s stats, techniques, talents, physiques, or even professions. In a martial world where effort, talent, and luck decide how far you can go, his path is simple. Let others work. He’ll take the results.
Blind_Seer · 1m Views
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Dungeon Landlord: Only I Can Merge Dungeons

In this world where dungeons and monsters invaded, only awakeners could enter the gates, clear dungeons and save humanity. Lucien Valerius transmigrated into this new world— as an ordinary landlord owning a tiny, tattered house. Oh, plus an arrogant teen tenant. But so what? As long as the rent money was there, even if the world ended, Lucien doesn't care! Until a gate opened in front of his house and monsters broke out. His beloved house was about to be gnawed bare. And his tenant didn't pay rent. All hell broke loose. Lucien awakened on the spot! DING! [You have awakened as a Dungeon Landlord (Myth)] Instead of becoming a hunter— his house became a dungeon. Every night, his house was dragged to the Death Zone full of wild dungeons and monsters. The only way to survive? Evolve his house— no, his dungeon. DING! [Dungeon successfully acquired] While others raid dungeons, Lucien acquired them, adding more dungeons to his territory. DING! [Synthesize is available!] Combine two dungeons, create a new one with brand new monsters and resources! DING! [You have signed a new tenant: ?? Rank Vampire] [You have unlocked a new facility: Blood Pool] Level up strange tenants. Use their skills. Summon them! Soon, top hunters and guilds begged to be his tenant. Elite clans and governments eyed his house greedily. But Lucien's power came with a price. If he wanted to grow stronger, prepared or not, every month— He had to open his dungeon to the world. Let the hunters in. DING! [Dungeon raid will start in 3...2...1...]
Zehell2218 · 60.6k Views

Wolf Princess Sold to the Dragon King

"Take me instead." Three words. Guinevere Lunaris trades herself and saves 300 lives. Tied. Gagged. Underestimated by a mile. They chain her to a tree in the snow. Mistake. While running for her life, she meets a stranger in the dark and tells him to hide so he isn’t killed. Twelve hours later, he walks into her father's hall wearing a crown. The man she just told to hide in a hole is Maddox Drakencrest, High King of Velkaris. Ruler of an entire continent. Maddox hears his dragon say ‘mate’ right away. But her wolf is silent. More and more Alpha Kings enter the hall. She catches the tail end of her father’s toast and chokes on her wine. "—leave here with a virgin bride." An auction for her hand turns into a full-out bidding war. Maddox wins. 750 million in gold, three dragon fleets, and an urn full of the bastard who chained her the day before. Every force in Velkaris is betting against a wolf on a dragon throne. The Elders say the queen must be a dragon rider, which is impossible for a woman without dragon blood. The king's half-brother agrees with them, but his solution is a civil war and taking the crown for himself. If his brother’s rebellion wins, Maddox dies and she belongs to him. If the elders win, she goes back to the father who sold her. Neither is happening. Her wolf calls Velkaris home. She's not giving it up. They expect Guinevere to behave like a good little wolf princess and play along with their political games. She says bet.
TheLoneQuill · 31.6k Views

Multiverse Monarch: Rise of the Omni-King

[R18 Mature Content.] In the depths of spacetime, there are countless women, but only one man: Omni-King Jiang Yun. Surrounding him are all his women, from the worlds he recently conquered. "Omni-King, no!" Jiang Yun cries out as countless women try to stop him. But how could Jiang Yun's actions be so easily stopped? If he stayed here, his dream would never be realized. Jiang Yun is determined to create a Crystal Palace that fills the entire multiverse; how could he be stopped by so many women! After an unexpected twist of fate, Jiang Yun awakens in a boundless multiverse unlike anything he has ever known. Across countless worlds, laws of reality differ, civilizations rise and fall, and strength alone determines one’s destiny. Yet Jiang Yun soon discovers a shocking truth: in this vast existence, he is unique—a singular presence destined to disrupt the balance of every realm he enters. Armed with rebirth, evolving abilities, and an ever-expanding influence, Jiang Yun begins a relentless journey through infinite worlds. Each realm offers new trials, powerful enemies, and formidable forces that test his ambition and will. Along the way, he forges bonds, commands loyalty, and draws the attention of extraordinary women whose fates become intertwined with his rise. As Jiang Yun grows from a mere traveler into a ruler feared and revered across dimensions, his goal becomes clear: to transcend all limits and claim absolute sovereignty over the multiverse itself. Power, desire, and destiny collide as he ascends toward becoming the All-King, a being standing above worlds, laws, and gods. In a universe where only the strongest may reign, Jiang Yun will either conquer infinity—or be consumed by it. Urban romance, campus love, and more, all packaged up for you! Exclusive content every day, guaranteed to keep you hooked.
Lucifer_Jenny · 169k Views

Sun Goddess Cursed

When the world was still young, gods and goddesses walked the earth. They were not distant divinities, but rulers among mortals—feared, worshipped, and bound to the same soil they shaped. Humans served them not by choice, but by design, for the gods governed survival itself. But power breeds hunger. And so came the war between Heaven and Earth. The Supreme God descended. Not to save humanity—but to claim the divine for mankind. One by one, the gods and goddesses were hunted, their celestial essences stripped and forged into something new: power that could be inherited by humans. From their fall, humanity rose. Lifespan expanded. Strength multiplied. Kings became monsters. Warriors became legends. And the world was divided into great clans born from stolen divinity: The Ice Clan — discipline, endurance, and eternal rule The Fire Clan — destruction, conquest, and ambition The Wolf Clan — instinct, survival, and shadows The Serpente Clan — poison, deception, and intellect The Goham Clan — earth, wealth, and dominion The Atlantia Clan — sea, memory, and lost wisdom For a time, balance existed only in war. But even among gods turned into human weapons, peace was impossible. The Fire Clan fell first—consumed by their own flames and betrayed by allied blood. And the world learned a new truth: No gift from the divine comes without a cost. In the Ice Clan, a child was born to the King and Queen. But she was not ordinary. She carried within her the power of the Sun Goddess—a power that should not exist in a world ruled by stolen gods. Her birth shattered the sky. Harvests withered. Ice cracked. Flames bent toward her even in silence. And where she cried, light became unbearable. They called her salvation. They called her doom. And in fear, the Ice Clan did what all great powers eventually do: They abandoned what they could not control. The child—Elyasan—was cast out. Not killed. Not spared. But delivered into the hands of the Wolf Clan, where fate would decide what she would become. Years passed. The world forgot the child of the Ice Clan. But the sun did not forget her. Elyasan returned. Not as a child. Not as a victim. But as something far more dangerous: A woman carrying both grace and ruin in the same breath. Powerful beyond what any clan had seen. Controlled, yet unstable. Kind, yet terrifying in what she could become when pushed. But Elyasan does not return for revenge alone. She returns with a purpose no clan expects: To unite what the gods once shattered… before the world collapses under its own stolen power.
Oreoluwa_Adeniyi_6571 · 2.1k Views