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Elara, A young rebellious girl mastered in Fencing, gets a book as a forceful gift which consumes her and takes her to the world of werewolf, unknown to her she meets the person who is written in her destiny by moon goddess. Lucien Blackwood, An Alpha Prince of Nightfang pack, a ruthless true blooded Alpha who wants to sit on throne but can't unless he finds his fated mate. What will happen when these two personalities clash against each other in the name of fate, let's dive into the story of The Alpha Prince's Human Mate.

[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.

​"Dear Father, you taught me how to be a monster. It is only fair that you are the one to taste my monstrosity." ​Olivia Luceron was the perfect tool for her father, the Duke of Tharon. For years, she played the role of the devoted daughter, acting as a spy within her own marriage to dismantle her husband’s power and surrender his secrets. Her reward for such loyalty? A cold dungeon, a mutilated body, and a walk of shame through the streets of the Imperial Capital. ​She died hating the man she once worshipped, and grieving for the husband she had systematically destroyed. Duke Matthias—the man she treated with nothing but icy indifference—was the only one who stayed faithful to her until his final breath. ​But death was not the end. ​When Olivia opens her eyes, she finds herself back in time, exactly one year before her tragic end. Her platinum hair is unblemished, her skin is free of scars, and the husband she betrayed stands before her once again—with those same cold eyes, devoid of any warmth. ​In this life, Olivia seeks neither forgiveness nor love; she has long since lost faith in both. She has only one purpose: to play the "Perfect Wife" to atone for her sins, while systematically annihilating the Tharon bloodline—the very lineage that turned her into a monster before discarding her. ​She will wear the mask of ice the world expects to hide a heart of fire. But as she navigates a world of lethal poisons and imperial intrigue, she realizes that the silent Duke she once ignored hides a truth far more deadly than the House of Tharon itself. ​The hunt has begun. And this time, Olivia is no longer the prey—she is the hunter.

Meet Avery- a girl who just wants to live a normal life but isn’t able to with the popular guy not leaving her alone and the mean girls who can’t take a break on bullying her All of this starts the one day her best friend does not come to school WIth the school prom coming up is she going to go alone or will someone unexpected sweep her off her feet Whatever happens, I just have to make sure Savannah doesn't find out my HUGE secret. If she does... my life is officially OVER. P.S. — if you want to help me survive the school prom without a total meltdown, feel free to drop some Power Stones or Gifts! Every little bit helps keep the drama going.

Having only 50 chances to survive, Saoirse just failed her 49th attempt. And now she was down to her last life. After dying 49 times in the System—trapped in the God of War’s brutal trenches—supermodel Saoirse is tired, traumatized, and ready to quit. But even the God of War has abandoned her. Enter: The God of Fertility, offering one last chance to make it all work. His demand? “Fail every mission but one." The catch? She has to seduce five "Unapproachable Geniuses" who are as toxic as they are breathtaking. From a Cursed Emperor and a Dark Mage to a Beastkin, an Augmented Assassin, and a Dense Saint—no woman has ever survived their touch. Armed with nothing but a pretty face and a soul that’s already been through hell, Saoirse has to secure the future of a kingdom. But it’s hard to save the world when you’re facing execution on your first day. Or in Saoirse’s words: “Are you f*cking kidding me?!"“ Excerpt: “Put her to prison.” to “Choose the world over you? I would sooner burn the very earth you stand on if the fire kept you warm.” - The Cursed Emperor, Thorne Ravencourt “You look distinct.” to “What use is a world that cannot grace your beauty? It is better left in the dark.” - The Dark Mage, Mael Ithrain “May your find peace and your anger subside.” to “For my Lady, the heavens are silent. It is only in your presence that this heart finally finds its peace.” - The Dense Saint, Lucien Halbrook “Be careful young lady, the one who gets served their food first is usually the one most likely to be poisoned.” to “If you served me poison on a silver platter, I would drink every drop just to satisfy your will.” - The Assassin, Cassian Vale “You’re a brave woman for standing before the Alpha General. I’ll follow you!” to “I thought the world was beautiful when I followed you... until I realized how hollow it became the moment you were gone.” - Kael of the Claw

[18+ | Mature Content | Dark Romance | Supernatural] I was trained to be the silent end of his kind. Nineteen years spent learning how to find a pulse, how to drive the silver deep, and how to stay cold when the monsters screamed. Then I met Julian Vane. He didn’t scream. He laughed. He caught my blade mid-air and tasted my blood like it was the finest vintage in his cellar. Now, I’m no longer his assassin—I’m his tether. A "Soul-Bind" has linked our heartbeats, turning my hatred into a dark, visceral hunger and his predatory instincts into a possessiveness that borders on madness. The Order calls me a traitor. The Vampire Council calls me an abomination. But as ancient secrets wake to reclaim the night, I’m the only thing standing between the man I’m supposed to kill and the apocalypse he’s destined to start. My name is Sienna. I am the Vampire Slayer. And I am hopelessly, violently bound to the King of the Monsters. ~★~ Excerpt: The steam from the shower still clung to my skin, the white towel wrapped precariously around my chest as I stepped into the bedroom. I froze. Julian was there. He was leaning against the bedpost, shirtless, the flickering firelight dancing over the lean, lethal muscles of his torso. His silver hair was tousled, and his eyes—usually a calculated gray—were burning with a dark, predatory crimson. "You’re late for your lesson, Sienna," he murmured, his voice a low vibration that seemed to settle right in the pit of my stomach. "I didn't think you'd be waiting in my room," I breathed, clutching the edge of the towel. "Get out, Julian." In a blur of supernatural speed, he was in front of me. His hand hit the wall beside my head, pinning me against the cold stone. The scent of him—spiced cedar and something ancient—overwhelmed my senses. "I don't take orders from my 'claimed,' little Slayer," he whispered, his lips grazing the sensitive column of my neck. I let out a jagged gasp, my head falling back against the wall. "Your pulse is racing. Is that the fear I taught you? Or the hunger I woke up?" "I hate you," I croaked, even as my body betrayed me, arching toward his cold skin. "Then why are you trembling under my touch?" His hand slid down, his fingers catching the knot of the towel. He didn't pull it. He just waited, his lips moving from my neck to the corner of my mouth. "Julian..." I moaned. "Say it," he growled against my lips. "Tell me you want the monster." I didn't answer with words. I pulled him closer, my hands sliding over the hard planes of his chest. As his mouth crashed onto mine in a kiss that tasted of war and desperation, the towel gave way, pooling at my feet. "There," he whispered against my mouth, his breath hitching as he felt the raw heat of me. "Now we start the real lesson." A/N: This book is a work of fiction intended for adult audiences. It explores dark themes, supernatural power dynamics, and intense romantic tension. Disclaimer: This story contains mature themes, explicit content, and high-tension scenarios. Please read responsibly. All rights reserved.

In a galaxy-spanning empire ruled by the immortal vampire Queen Nythera Valerys, power and boredom are eternal companions. After thousands of years of ruling over millions of star systems, Nythera grows restless-her empire vast, her enemies subdued, her life predictable. She desires not just a ruler at her side, but an equal-a king worthy of sharing her throne. To find him, she organizes a galaxy-wide competition, open to millions of participants from across her empire. The trials are brutal, filtering out the weak, the arrogant, and the unworthy, leaving only the strongest, smartest, and most cunning.

At Shenghua Academy, the "Seven Stars" were legends. They were the elite 90% club—a mischievous squad of toppers who ruled the classrooms and the sports fields. At the center of this constellation were two rivals: Xiao Xing, the fierce "Karate Princess" and coding prodigy, and Li Yan, the cold, analytical "Chess Prince" who viewed the world in binary. For six years, Xiao Xing hid a variable in her heart that no logic could solve: a deep, unrequited crush on the boy who fought her for every Class President seat. On the night of their graduation—after tying for the top rank with a staggering 98.2%—Xiao Xing finally made her move. The result? A brutal system crash. Li Yan rejected her with cold, clinical precision, calling her feelings "desperate" and "illogical." The Seven Stars scattered across the country, the group chat went silent, and the "98.2% Equation" was left unsolved. Six Years Later. Xiao Xing is now a high-stakes Security Architect, and Li Yan is the genius CEO of her biggest corporate rival. When a massive digital conspiracy threatens to delete their shared history and target their families, the "Seven Stars" must reunite for their most dangerous mission yet. Between secret GitHub comments, high-speed chases, and "Love Contracts" hidden in metadata, Li Yan is no longer running from the truth. But as a new rival, the warm and charming Hao Ran, enters the frame, the Chess Prince realizes that winning Xiao Xing back won't be as easy as a 90% logic gate. In a world of corporate sabotage and "Zero-Day" heartbreaks, can two rivals finally bridge the distance between their seats in the library? Or was their 98.2% tie the closest they were ever meant to be?

"If I can just stay under the radar, I might survive the final chapter." Kim Jowoon woke up in a novel world as the illegitimate fourth son of a marquis, Julian Von Astrea, and it looked like every single character hated him. It was a world where everyone looked like a protagonist—shining eyes, tragic backstories, destiny practically dripping off them. Everyone except him. He didn't even get a script. Then the Affection System popped up and crushed his hopes in one clean line of text: every so-called “hero” in the capital had a solid 0% interest in his continued existence. Naturally, Julian did the most reasonable thing possible—he ran. Straight into the safest job he could think of: tutoring the young son of the Empire's most reclusive (and famously cold) Duke. The plan was foolproof. Win over the kid, stay invisible, collect a fat paycheck, and live long enough to die of old age instead of plot relevance. It didn't go smoothly at first. The child never spoke, the Duke barely appeared, and Julian briefly wondered if he'd chosen the wrong kind of death. But somehow… it worked. The Duke's son quickly warmed up to him. Lessons became warm and fun moments, and silence turned into trust. And even stranger, the Duke's affection level didn't just rise—it skyrocketed into something Julian absolutely had not planned for. For the first time since transmigrating, he felt safe. Then the Emperor began to interfere, so much that he became a madman to Julian. Julian thought he could live quietly. Well... He thought wrong.

Aiden and Kael were once inseparable, with feelings that went beyond friendship. But one day, Kael vanished without a word, leaving Aiden heartbroken and confused. Years went by, and Aiden tried to move on, but the wound lingered. Now, Kael's back, and he's determined to win Aiden over. But Aiden's not having it easy. He's torn between his lingering feelings and the pain of being abandoned. Can Kael make amends and prove his love is real this time? Or will Aiden's trust be too damaged to repair?

“Are you afraid of me?” Drogo voice was quiet but something underneath it was wrong. He was calm. Too calm — Not after what he had just done with his bare hands... Karen’s lips quivered violently, but her throat refused to open. No sound escaped. The metallic scent of blood reached her nose as he climbed onto the bed, the mattress dipping under his weight. “You don’t have to be scared, Schatzi” Drogo murmured in a soft tone, tilting his head as he studied her paralysis with unsettling interest. “You’re not lying to me.” His jaw tightened faintly. “They lie,” he whispered with a gleam in his eyes. A gleam she had never seen before. Drogo added, “Every single one of them lied. They always do...” He leaned closer. “But you…” His lips curved. “You would never lie to me, Schatzi.” The sound of the German pet name he'd given her now felt heavier in her chest. Karen wanted to shake her head, to deny whatever twisted certainty he had built around her. Her body remained numb. Drogo then raised his hand, blood dripping from his fingertips onto the sheets. His fingers touched her cheek, still warm. He then dragged them slowly across her skin, leaving a dark red streak as though marking her. “You’re not scared of me…” he decided softly, almost reverently. “Only liars are scared of me.” He leaned down and pressed his blood-smeared lips to her forehead. “I know you’ll never lie to me,” he whispered against her skin. He smiled from ear to ear. “That’s why I love you.” ● ● ● Life isn't suppose to be that hard... Quite straightforward, actually. After all, Karen had just one mission. Get close enough to Drogo Vetter and extract valuable information from him — How he ended up between her legs is irrelevant. But that's not a major problem, it doesn't still affect the main mission. It's just one of those things people do to pass time and feel pleasure... What's the worse that could happen? ... Aside from Drogo being assigned as her next target. Shit. DAILY UPDATE.

After a simple extraction mission, Kenneth makes a dire mistake that wipes out his entire team. Left alone and bleeding out, Kenneth has no choice but to pray to a higher being in hopes of getting a second chance at life. Luckily for him, his prayers are answered as he finds himself in the body of a man who has the same name as him! Now, faced with a strange world he is unfamiliar with, all he can do is follow the previous owners' wishes to enter the infamous military academy Toleran and become a renowned Anchor. The problem is finding a Striker to pair with. In comes Lucien Saint-James, the captain of the third division and a high-class Striker with whom he has the highest compatibility. The problem is, whenever Lucien is around, he gets this uncontrollable urge to bring him to his knees, not to mention that he doesn’t care for his arrogant attitude either. Now, Kenneth faces a dilemma. If he ever hopes to make it out of this academy alive and realize the dreams of the original Kenneth, he will have to suck up his pride and learn to hide his urges if he wants to make it out in one piece. Oh, and did he mention he had to deal with monsters and mystical beasts too?! ****************************************** Excerpt: “Kiss me.” Kenneth blinked. “What—“ “You heard me. Do it. Now.” Anger flashed in his eyes yet his body moved before his brain could tell him to stop. He reached for the Striker and their lips met. Kenneth poured his energy into Lucien, filling the barren pit inside his mind, giving him enough juice to keep going. The two pulled away, and Lucien’s steely eyes met his, holding him in place. “You always look like you hate anchoring me, but then you get that blissful look on your face that screams ‘I want more’. It’s cute.” Kenneth felt an unbearable urge to slap the smug smile off his face. But since now wasn’t the time to commit acts of violence against his pair. He held himself back. He would deal with him properly later. “Eat shit, captain.” Was all he said before sending him off. ****** A guideverse story with a little twist, hot and cold romance with a whole lot of slow burn (emphasis on burn because the MC refuses to admit his feelings, the stubborn fool).

Where are you? Please buy me a condom." "Condom my butt! Im your bodyguard, not your slave!" "Who said you were a slave? You're my WIFE." "What the fuck?" ************************************ Life is hard. And it is harder on my side of the plate. Aside from studying, I have to be a bodyguard for the Mafia's good for nothing second son. My life is really a heck of a mess. The bastard wants meto turn the sky, upside down. Almost killing myself in exhaustion from working part time and studying. And, there's the obnoxious debt collector gang, forcing me and my brother to pay gambling debts. What a thief! What am I gonna do? Let's just focus for now on how to teach the bastard learn some fighting skills so that he won't get bullied so easily.He paid me a hefty price, must do the job. -Porsche ************ Copyright Disclaimer under section 107 of the Copyright Act 1976,allowance is made for "fair use" for purposes such as criticism, comment,news reporting, teaching, scholarship, education and research. Fair use is ause permitted by copyright statute that might otherwise be infringing.This chapter is published in a form of quotation and promotion of theoriginal story, claimed as 'fair use'. Please visit the webpage of the original author and support them in their work, who sustain the sole ownership of this publication.

In a rigid aristocratic society where marriages are political and mistresses are open secrets, Alina Ashworth, daughter of a bankrupt merchant is sold to the most powerful and feared man in the kingdom: Austin Moore, Duke of Ravenmoor. Her official title is his bed warmer. This humiliating title means she is his to use, display, and discard. Yet, he never touches her. Every night, she comes to his room, lies on his bed, but he doesn’t even look at her. But in public, he is a different man. At banquets, his hand is always on her waist and he introduces her to others with possessiveness that make men step back and women glare. Furious at being used as a prop, Alina decides that she will not be his silent ornament. If he wants to display possession, she will give him a performance worth watching. Soon, she weaponizes her bed warmer title, turns the humiliation into power and makes him fall for a woman he was never supposed to want.

Viola was once the pride of her pack, destined to rise above everyone on the day she received her wolf. Instead, that day marked her fall. She had been the villain in countless stories, untouchable and adored by the Alpha heir, until the night her wolf was supposed to awaken, and fate played its cruelest joke. She fell to the lowest rank in her pack, rejected by her sworn mate. Stripped of status, strength, and even her wolf, she was forced to live a life worse than that of an omega. Imprisoned and alone, Viola’s only hope of escape lay in finding her wolf, or her fated mate. Only, a dark past kept her powers dormant… and her fated mate didn’t want her. Sebastian Kade is powerful, ruthless, and chained to a past he refuses to release. Viola Linden does not belong in his world, and he wants her gone. Fate, however, disagrees. This fragile, stubborn girl refuses to leave his orbit. He does not believe in love. He does not want her. He has already lost too much. An Alpha who swore off weakness, hardened by loss and haunted by a prophecy that feels more like a curse, Sebastian is certain he will never allow another woman into his life. But the Moon Goddess is rarely kind. Viola carries something ancient within her, something dangerous, something powerful enough to defy him. Hate twists into desire. Desire ignites into fierce passion. And passion threatens to become love. But when Sebastian discovers what Viola truly carries within her, will it save him… or destroy everything he’s built? ~~~ WARNING: MATURE CONTENT! #Slow burn #Spicy #Morally Gray ML #Adventure #Angst

-No rape.- The Alpha King was meant to produce a male heir. An alpha destined to be crowned the next ruler of Lunareth, the true Alpha of the Royal Pack. Instead, he had a daughter. From the moment she could understand it, Lynsandra knew her fate was never to rule, only to be given away. No matter her efforts, no matter her worth, she was not what the pack needed. So she left. She fled the Royal Pack, her father’s shadow, and the life chosen for her—only to learn that the world beyond was no kinder. Betrayed by the man she believed loved her, Lynsandra learned firsthand how easily devotion is taken for granted, and how little protection love truly offers. “Just look at you! You’re so dull, so boring! No man would want someone like you!” Lynsandra scoffed. “Watch me.” Two years later, the Royal Pack announces an Alpha Selection. Men from across the continent arrive with one goal: Lynsandra. To stand at her side, they must submit to an unconventional final trial. One that binds them not as suitors, but as something far more dangerous. The Luna’s Harem. Some come to dominate her. Some come driven by greed and ambition. Others enter for reasons of their own. None of them are prepared for what it truly means to stand beside her. In a world that never believed a she-wolf could be an alpha, Lynsandra is done proving herself and fully prepared to show them what power truly looks like.

In a class ruled by chaos, ego, and unspoken rivalries, one girl walks in and flips the entire balance without even trying. Ash isn’t loud, attention-seeking, or desperate to fit in—but somehow, she becomes the center of everything. Surrounded by sharp tongues, hidden agendas, and people who’d rather compete than connect, she finds herself navigating a world where trust is rare and kindness is often mistaken for weakness. Especially when Damien—the most arrogant and unpredictable boy in class—decides she’s someone worth noticing. What starts as teasing and tension slowly turns into something neither of them understands… or wants to admit. But in a place full of thorns, even a rose can bleed. And the real question is— will she bloom… or break?

Ever read about a ridiculously hot villain who makes you throw all your common sense straight into outer space? Well... that’s how he feels about Wi Hajoon. His obsession only grew worse after he suddenly transmigrated into the novel, the one place where his dear villain was real and breathing the same air as him. He was hopelessly, irreversibly obsessed with Wi Hajoon — the villain of the century — and completely blind to every red flag waving in his face. Not when a knife was at his throat. Not when he was treated like garbage. Not even when the villain decided the bed was “their place to talk.” Honestly… how much love-blindness is biologically possible? Asking for a friend. (Okay, fine… it’s him. Definitely him.)

[A sequel to The F-Class Healer Omega is a Villain] In the city of Seoul, nothing had truly changed since the last surge of gates—at least, not after the last high energy levels had stablized. The country had settled into peace and harmony, guarded by an even stronger awakener… until the moment he became pregnant. Two months into his pregnancy, that stability shattered. S-Class gates erupted across the country in an unprecedented stream, swallowing cities in panic and destruction. But these gates themselves weren’t the most troubling part. The one who triggered them—undeniably an S+ Class awakener—had vanished without a trace. Gone. Offline. Watching the country burn from the shadows, planning something far more dangerous. With the nation on the brink, the Central Bureau for Awakeners had no choice. They assigned the task of hunting down this mysterious new S+ Class to the strongest hunter in the country. And who is the strongest hunter, you ask? Of course… it’s me.