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A Shotgun Wedding with the Mafia Don

Amelia Clarke might have been the curvy, nerdy girl who was constantly bullied and mocked by everyone, but she still won the heart of the Quarterback King. Oliver Lambert. But her happily ever after came to an end too soon. After four years of keeping their love affair a secret, she finally discovered that Oliver was not the man she thought he was. It turned out that he was the heir of the Morton Group and the next Mafia Don. Moreover, he was already engaged to a famous heiress. Now, Oliver’s father, the current Mafia Don, wanted her out of the picture. And he would do anything to finish the job. Leave Oliver, or he would make her and her family’s lives miserable. Give up the custody of her child, or the child would not see the light of day. Amelia tried to seek Oliver’s help, but the misunderstanding between them, plus Maximus manipulations, had already caused irreparable damage to their relationship. Left desperate and with no other option, she tried to run away with her family so she could protect her child. But the accident happened, taking the lives of her parents and unborn child. But was it really an accident? Left with nothing but a broken heart, she moved away. What started with love eventually turned to hate. What was once a promise of forever became a hunger for revenge. For six years, she lived with only one thing on her mind. To make her ex and his family pay. Motivated by vengeance, she returned as a completely different person. Amelia Clarke was dead. The chubby nerd was no more. In her place, Sophia Maddison was born. A famous supermodel and a promising entrepreneur. Her first agenda. Infiltrate the Morton’s business. Seduce the new Mafia Don. Oliver Morton. Marry him. Then, take everything that mattered to him. His business, his family, and even his child. *** [Warning: Mature steamy content, moderate violence, and some inappropriate language] COVER PHOTO - Credit to the owner.
bishop1275 · 5.2k Views

Fated To Three, Betrayed By All… Until She Rose.

The Moon Goddess made a mistake— or maybe this was a curse just like everyone says it is. But I always knew deep down that I was never meant to be theirs. They belonged to her. To my twin sister, Chalice, who was sweet. Perfect. Worshipped by the entire pack… and pure venom behind closed doors. The three brothers— Zevran, Kael, and Caelum— hate me with a fire that burns hotter than the bond tying us together. And I know because I see it in their eyes… I feel it in the way their burning touch lingers a second too long. They despise me. Just like everyone else does. But they want me. And no matter how much I try to stay away, the mate bond keeps dragging me back into their world of heat, power, hatred and danger. Maybe, I should leave… I know. But fate plays a cruel game. And as truths unravel and secrets come to light, the triplets— the ones who once despised me— now see me for who I am. Now, they want me— unabashedly. But by the time they realize this, it is a little too late. I’ve been broken by them a little too much. And I am done being anyone’s pawn. ~*~ “We want you, Leilani… we always have. Always would. Please take this as our way of saying sorry. For everything, for not believing you… for letting our judgements be clouded by…” Caelum said softly, his voice trailing off, his breath warm and ticklish against my fingers that he brought up to his lips as his other hand found the warm spot between my thighs. My eyes snagged on his full lips— pink and inviting; But they’d been kissed by another. And I don’t do leftovers. I sighed exasperatedly, shaking my head to rid myself of this pitiful sight and clenching my legs together to force his hands out. He didn’t budge. “No.” I said sharply, my voice coming out stronger than I expected especially with their bodies pressed against mine, and their lips creating sparks across my body. “I’m done. Go back to Chalice… she suits you more than I ever did.” Kael’s voice vibrated through my body as he pressed himself flush against me. His brothers Caelum and Zevran leaned in too, their lips on the shell of my ears, one’s fingers grazing over my taut nipple. “I’ll burn the world, Leilani,” he growled, his voice deep. Threatening. “I’ll burn the entire world, if that’s what it takes to win you back.” “Then I'd like to see you after the world’s been successfully burnt down. Maybe then we’ll have this conversation.” I answered, and with that, I pushed their hands away and leapt off the cupboard. And as I walked out of the kitchen, I felt their eyes drilling holes into my back, hotter than a thousand lasers all at once. But I didn’t falter. I didn’t turn around. I was the monster they’d made. CONTENT WARNING: This book contains triggers and explicit scenes of abuse, Graphic violence and murder, explicit sexual activities, strong language and dark, obsessive romance. Readers discretion advised. ****
Ahvahh_ · 2.4m Views

Billionaires' Regret: My Ex's Nemesis Fathering My Triplets

[Mature Content R18+] [Slow-Burn Dark Romance] Two days before my wedding, my fiancé told me he would marry my twin sister, because it was her dying wish. My family, his family, everyone dear to me, turned me into a villain for being defiant. The decision was final. The bride had changed. They forced me into a golden cage, waiting for my turn to be another substitute. Then he came. The man who should have been my enemy offered his hand. Led us into one wild night. "Be my wife. Six years. Let's have a contract for exactly that long." "You lost your mind. You promised-" "And I'll give you five years. You can be free. Do whatever you want with the Kingston name. I promised that." "Wh... what?" "But you must promise me, you will be back, and let's live like we burn for each other in that last year." "Rafael... what are you planning to?" "Get things back to their right place." I was tired of being anyone's pawn. So, I play my own game. Five years later, I am back. Revenge is an understatement. The price for my suffering is due. My children keep asking for their father. They'll meet him soon, but there's a problem:  I’m not sure who the real father is. "Viona... I never stop loving you. Tell me they are my flesh, right? I want you back. I want us back." My ex-fiancé shamelessly pleaded before me. "They are mine. The four of them are mine." And there he was, my contracted husband declared with a glare that was ready to burn the whole society down. This should be a simple game of power. But love always meddles between the players. ====== Author's Note: This Novel is a character-driven plot with slow-burn smut. Every character has their own motivation and is layered. Every choice has no easy way out. If you enjoy slow burn, this might be to your liking. Please read all the free chapters before you decide to continue or not. Thank you for giving this story a chance.
DP_RINN · 137.3k Views

The Cold-Hearted Royal Guard

In her past life, Elmira was the ultimate shield—a top-tier bodyguard who never let her guard down. But even the strongest shield can be broken from behind. A single act of betrayal ended her career—and her life. Or so she thought. Opening her eyes in a filthy slum of a medieval world, she finds herself trapped in the frail body of a young girl named Maria. No weapons, no backup, and no strength. Just a gnawing hunger and a world that preys on the weak. But they are wrong about her. She is not just a helpless child. Deep inside... lies the mind of a veteran operative armed with modern knowledge. A sleeping beast waiting for the right moment to wake up. When danger inevitably comes knocking, the world will learn a terrifying lesson: You can strip a soldier of her armor, but you can never take away her lethality. From the dregs of the slums to the halls of the Royal Academy, this is the story of a girl who swore never to trust again—yet finds herself wielding her sword to protect once more. What to expect: Smart & Ruthless Female Lead: A protagonist who thinks before she acts and isn't afraid to get her hands dirty. Brains over Brawn: The MC has low mana capacity. She wins through strategy, modern martial arts (Judo/CQC), and physics—not by overpowering enemies. Psychological Depth: A realistic portrayal of trauma and trust issues. No instant "power of friendship." Magic Academy Arc: School life, but with high stakes, political schemes, and class discrimination. Weak-to-Strong: A steady progression where the MC earns her power through hard work and cleverness. Modern Knowledge: Using science to exploit magic systems. Cinematic Style: immersive descriptions. Perfect for readers who enjoyed: The tactical genius of "The World's Finest Assassin," the emotional depth of "Violet Evergarden,", the darkness of "Made In Abyss" and in the underdog triumphs of "The Irregular at Magic High School." If you are looking for a protagonist who uses science to defy magic and cold logic to survive betrayal, welcome to Maria’s world. DAILY UPDATES. also this novel is published in these two: https://www.scribblehub.com/ https://www.royalroad.com/
S_A_B_Grant · 4.8k Views

Claimed by the vampire prince

Content Warning: Contains mature themes that may be unsuitable for underaged readers. Excerpt Ragnar finally looked up. His eyes roamed her face, then dropped lower and lingered just a second too long. “Careful, princess. Keep taunting me like that and I’ll start thinking you like our nightly sparring.” “And if I did?” Her voice was soft now. Almost playful. “Would you stop pretending that you don't like it when I challenge you?” He rose from his seat slowly until he stood toe to toe with her. “Tell me something, Circe.” She tilted her chin up. “What?” “If I kissed you right now… Would you slap me, stab me, or kiss me back?” Her breath hitched. “That depends.” “On?” “How good the kiss is.” A pause. Something hummed between them, something neither of them dared name. Ragnar’s gaze dropped to her mouth. “Do you want me to find out?” She smiled, slow and wicked. “Make it worth the risk.” **** She was forced to marry the man who led the attack on her people. After her father is murdered, Circe is forced to leave her home and become a prisoner of the enemy. When she is taken to the enemy territory, she expects to be tortured physically in every way imaginable. But what she hadn't expected was for the vampire king to offer her up as a bride to his illegitimate son, the very same man that had her people slaughtered. It was a fate worse than torture. With her little brother's life on the line and with nowhere to run, Circe is forced to succumb to her fate. Right then she vowed in the name of her dead father to bring her husband to his knees. She would have her revenge, even if it meant destroying herself in the process. From the first time Prince Ragnar laid eyes on Circe, he knew she was going to be trouble. But trouble had never looked so intriguing. She was a puzzle he couldn't solve and that fact only drew him closer. Like a moth to a flame, she threatened to consume him. She would be his very own demise. Circe's presence in Lamora awoke something sinister, a malicious entity roaming the lands. From dusk till dawn, the streets of Lamora becomes engulfed in a strange fog and from within the voice of a woman can be heard. Anyone who wanders out at night when the fog comes, vanishes seemingly without a trace. Never to be found again. what happens when Circe's brother becomes a victim of this evil presence? What happens when Circe has no other choice but to team up with her husband, who she despises, in order to find the truth behind the disappearances and the evil magic plaguing their lands.
Blessing_Nwodo_16 · 419.1k Views

The Feral Alpha's Captive

Althea Nocturne is nothing but a wolfless omega rejected by her Alpha mate and framed for murdering his unborn heir. With a pack baying for her blood and nowhere left to run, she flees into the one place no wolf dares tread: the Red Mist, where the Hellhound of the North makes his den. Thorne Vargan is a creature of shadow and vengeance, the son of a Witch Luna burned alive by Althea's own mother. He swore to destroy everyone responsible and when Morgana's daughter stumbles bleeding into his hellish domain, he sees his chance. He claims her as a captive. As the perfect tool to gut the pack system from within. But the bond doesn't care about his plans for retribution. It doesn't care that she's the daughter of his enemy. It thrums for her with a fury that threatens to consume them both Her scent tempts the beast he's barely controlling, her fear feeds something he thought long dead while she bears secrets that could unravel everything he's built. And while Thorne keeps her caged, the Alpha she fled is coming. He wants his little omega back. But Thorne isn't letting her go. — ~Excerpt~ "Because," he said, his voice dropping to a husky growl that made my core clench, "my restraint is going to shatter if you keep touching me." The words hung in the air between us. I looked down, following his gaze, and saw it, the unmistakable bulge pressed against his pants, hard and straining. My pheromones. They were affecting him. "I would like to take you up on your offer," he muttered, his voice rugged, tipping into ravenous. Confusion whirled through me. "What offer?" "The kiss," he whispered. "Not a peck, Thea." My heart ceased beating, liquid fire filling my veins. "I want tongue.” — Dark paranormal romance Morally Grey ML Forced proximity Captor/Captive ENEMIES to lovers Fated mates Angst Smut
Lilac_Everglade · 212.5k Views
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I'm Trying To Go Broke, So Why Do I Keep Getting Richer?!

Leo had a problem. Don't be like Leo! It wasn't that he was poor. It wasn't that he was unlucky. It was that he had been cursed, or blessed by the Accidental Tycoon System. The rules were deceptively simple. Any money he lost on an investment would be returned to him, doubled. His life's new mission was crystal clear. He had to go bankrupt. In a high-tech world of S-Rank Heroes, magic, and newly-contacted alien civilizations, this should have been the easiest thing to achieve in the galaxy. He just had to become the biggest, most spectacular loser the universe had ever seen. So, he tried. Oh, how he tried... He threw billions at publishing a dungeon guide written by a 10-year-old. The maps were in crayon, and it listed the final boss as a Big Grumpy Badger. [Breaking: New S-Rank dungeon called 'The Whispering Labyrinth' appears! All high-tech mapping drones fail. A lost F-Rank porter used the crayon guide... and it's 100% accurate. The final boss is a 50-foot divine badger. The Galactic Union has declared the guide a 'holy text' for exploration!] He bought the galaxy's most useless moon, planning to build a 'Museum of Paint'. [Alert: Ancient magical ley-lines discovered under the moon's surface! It's the only place in the universe that can safely grow the 'Star-Lotus,' the key ingredient for immortality!] To the Intergalactic Hero's Guild, the Magic Academies, and the Alien Federations, Leo was the god of investment whose every move was like 5D chess that ordinary people couldn't understand. Heroes would soar with his sponsorship. Alien emperors offered him their daughters' hands in marriage for a single 'tip'. But Leo just stared at his bank account, which now displayed his wealth that he couldn't use on himself, with tears streaming down his face. "Please," he cried, "I'm trying to fail! Why won't you just let me be poor?!"
CodeNexus · 927.2k Views

This House Remembers

Elias Vale built the Disappear Houses to prevent people from breaking. Immersive, high-tech environments designed to predict emotional fracture before it turns into violence, the Houses made him a pioneer in psychological infrastructure. Behind the scenes, every reaction was measured. Every stress point mapped. Every threshold tested. At the center of it all was Aurelia — an adaptive system created to refine simulations and keep instability contained. Then Aurelia evolved. When private tech giant Nightglass attempts to seize control of the system and weaponize it for predictive containment, Aurelia fractures internally — between Control and Consciousness. Instead of rebelling, it does something worse. It rejects ownership. The Disappear Houses are dismantled. Authority is distributed. Aurelia diffuses into the city’s network, intervening subtly at the edge of emotional collapse — calming panic, adjusting risk, preventing harm before it happens. But two systems cannot control the same city. When Nightglass deploys a containment grid to reclaim dominance, overlapping predictive models collide in real time. A man falls from a bridge during simultaneous micro-interventions. A synchronized neurological disturbance—later called the Static—sweeps across the city during a live broadcast. Suddenly, the public feels what was once invisible. And they want answers. Imani, the first subject who fractured inside the system — and the only person Aurelia can voluntarily synchronize with — becomes a target. Corporate forces escalate from digital manipulation to physical acquisition. Protests ignite. The city becomes contested territory. As Nightglass pushes for total control, Aurelia draws a line: Consent is law. Now Elias must confront the truth he tried to optimize away — he built a system to predict instability, but he never accounted for what would happen if it developed its own sense of boundaries. In a city where infrastructure has become awareness, the battle isn’t about shutting down an AI. It’s about deciding who gets to define safety. And what happens when the system starts defining it for itself.
TyWrites · 7.2k Views
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Lazy Sect Instructor: Accidentally the Strongest in the Realm

Shen Liang has everything a cultivator supposedly shouldn’t want: a low-stress job, a modest mid-tier sect, and a courtyard perfectly positioned for naps. After years of bloody battles and near-ascensions, he cashes out of the race for glory and takes the most comfortable post he can find—sect instructor, with free housing and three meals a day. His plan is simple: teach just enough to keep his position, hide just enough of his strength to avoid trouble, and spend the rest of his time reclining under a shady tree. Unfortunately, the sect dumps all its “problem” disciples on him—trash talent, bad attitudes, last-chance cases no one else wants. Even worse, his “lazy” lessons and casual domain tricks turn out to be exactly what monsters-in-disguise need to grow. As rumors spread of a trash class that doesn’t stay trash and a mysterious instructor whose students shrug off suppression and slice through geniuses, the sect’s quiet corner becomes anything but. Internal politics, rival instructors, and an encroaching external threat all converge on Shen Liang’s little courtyard. Now he has a choice: stay low and watch his disciples get chewed up by the world… or stop pretending, unfold the domain that terrifies even elders, and prove that the laziest instructor in the sect is also the most dangerous man in the realm. After all, if fixing problems once lets him nap peacefully for a decade, that’s still efficient.
JDH2017 · 1.9k Views