My name is Wren. I'm exhausted, under-caffeinated, emotionally unstable... and apparently mated to a god, a jealous alpha, and my teacher with arms thicker than my will to live.** I wish I was kidding. But nope. I got dumped at Hollowthorn Academy - a school for the powerful, the broken, and the chronically unwell - and now I have three dangerously hot soulmates fighting over me like I'm the last snack on Earth. And honestly? I kind of want all three. 🖤 **Ashriel** - The god in my head. No, seriously. He lives in my mind, talks in cryptic riddles, and acts like he owns my body. He's terrifying, obsessive, and somehow the only one who makes me feel safe when I'm falling apart. I think he wants to devour me. In multiple ways. 🖤 **Ryan** - The Beast. Alpha shifter. Growls when I look at other guys. Gets jealous of my cereal. Once threatened a chair for getting too close. He's chaos in a hoodie. But when he touches me, I feel like I could stop running. 🖤 **Theron** - My teacher. Yeah. That's going well. He's quiet, massive, and stares like I'm both a threat and his last meal. I know I should be scared. But I feel seen. Protected. Like he could hold all my broken pieces together... and snack on me while he's at it. Meanwhile, I'm stress-eating Honey Nut Cheerios and trying not to scream every time someone says I'm "chosen." There's something inside me. A mark. A power. A darkness. Everyone says I'm special. But I don't feel special. I feel like a haunted gremlin with abandonment issues and way too many men breathing down my neck. Still... maybe I could be more. Maybe I could fight fate, fall in love, and survive the wreckage of who I used to be. Or maybe I'll cry in the girl's bathroom and eat emergency cookies out of my bra. Either way... I'm not going down without snacks.

Zariah Monroe had never been anyone's chosen one. She was the girl who grew up in foster homes, who learned to cook because it was the only way to feel safe. She was the woman who built a life from scratch, turning soul food into soul healing for millions online. She was the chef, the influencer, the survivor. But she was also the woman who died alone. Taken by violence. Forgotten by the system. Mourned by strangers who only knew her smile through a screen. And yet, death was not the end. In the space between worlds, a goddess reached out. Not for a warrior. Not for a queen. But for a woman who knew how to make people feel loved. Zariah was reborn in a realm of beasts a world where women ruled with cruelty, and men were treated as tools or prey. A world starving for warmth. She didn't come with swords or spells. She came with cinnamon, cast iron, and compassion. She came to feed the broken, to heal the wounded, and to teach even the fiercest beast that love is not weakness - it is power. This is her story. The story of the Heart Flame. --- 💌 Author's Note from MistressJayy Thank you so much for giving my story a chance. This world, these characters, and especially Zariah mean so much to me. I wanted to write a heroine who is powerful not because she fights with fists, but because she leads with love. A woman who is soft, strong, plus-size, Black, and divine. If you've ever felt unseen, unheard, or underestimated this story is for you. MistressJayy

WARNING MATURE CONTENT: MENTION OF GRAPHIC CONTENT ABUSE, MURDER, THE USE OF DRUGS WITH MATURE LANGUAGE AND MATURE SCENES. VIEWERS DISCRETION IS ADVISED 18+ This book is currently being edited for any errors!! "We shouldn't even be doing this." I barely manages to breathe out as he lifted me to sit on my desk. He grabbed me by the throat causing me to lightly moan on instinct "And why not mhm?" He asked looking me right in my eyes. "Because I'm your fucking therapist it's not right." I said lightly trying to pull away but he tightened his hands on my throat enough to keep me in place he leaned in close enough that his lips were grazing against mine yet he didn't let them touch. "You think I'm going to let you go after getting a taste of you mhm? Oh baby I'm no where near done with you." He growled before completely dominating my mouth with his, feeling his lips touch mine I quickly gave in and started kissing back with just as much hunger. Little did I know the shit this chain of events will cost me. My career, my family, my life. Will it all be worth it for a man that kills with no remorse? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Working as a therapist for the mentally unstable was never going to be a easy job but Daisy Romana didn't expect the distraction that gets brought into North Port Regional Clinic. She knew he was going to be trouble when she looked at him from the tattoos that littered his skin to the beard and clean cut hair. She could tell He wasn't like the rest but little did she knew just how different he was. She was supposed to stay invisible and live her life in peace but as soon as she meets Lorenzo Rossi her past and present come to fuck everything up. DISCLAIMER- The photos in this book no not belong to me. I got them from google and Pinterest!!

Samantha is having the worst day ever. She failed the job interview. She face-planted into the hard chest of Mr. Tall, Dark and Grumpy on her way out. Then she ended up in the middle of a robbery with shifters involved. And now she finds herself alone with three of them, all claiming that she belongs with them. That she is their fated mate. Like hell. No matter how hot and charming they are. No matter how persistently they woo her. No matter how good they are at getting her panties wet... This lone tigress is not settling down with one shifter, let alone three. Nope. Definitely not.

The story follows an introverted influencer's life as the world changes drastically and horribly. [General life guidance from an introvert for other introverts in an apocalypse : If you are in a large group of extroverts, leave immediately. In this situation, you will get noticed almost directly and survival won't be easy... Then you should escape to a smaller group and pretend to be an extrovert, but remember you should follow four rules: - Don't grieve past - Don't overthink the present - Don't count on the future - LAST BUT NOT LEAST DON'T FORGET THAT YOU ARE NOT AN EXTROVERT!!] #INTROVERT #extrovert #survival #magicalsetting #apocalypse #inhertance #naturelife #satisfaying satisfying

Caitlin is transmigrated to the beastworld with no prior knowledge. This is another Beauty and The Beasts inspired fanfic. But Bai Qingqing will not be making an appearance. ***As a Fanfiction, I do not own any rights to the characters or world building***

On a routine flight headed up north to restock a lumber camp, Iris gets caught in a dry microburst* while flying a tad low. The small plane "sinks" and crashes on top of an oddly large tree. What she expects to be a temporary stay in the wilderness while awaiting search and rescue soon becomes her new daily reality. Little does she know that she is no longer in the world she once knew. ----------------------------------- Notes: Iris is a kick ass type of female lead who won't just lay on her back as a damsel in distress. *microburst: is a column of sinking air. "Aircraft that encounter a microburst may suddenly lose airspeed and experience an associated loss of lift, with potentially catastrophic results." This story is inspired by a LOT of beastmen novel that I have mostly read on NovelUpdates. The characters used are original, however the setting and ML traits may share similarities from a number of works. This story is however, original, not a fanfic, and not a translation. photos in cover are stock photos and are not mine

Another reincarnated in the beast world story if you are interested then read >w< It may have grammatical errors and major mistakes but this is my first story, please understand and help me improve.

𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗲𝗻𝗱 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗹𝗱 𝗶𝘀 𝗻𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗲𝗻𝗱 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗹𝗱-𝗮𝗳𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗮𝗹𝗹, 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗺𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝘀𝘂𝗿𝘃𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗲𝗹𝗹 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘁𝗮𝗹𝗲. She was only half prepared for any disaster a black girl could face in dog blood world of modernity. Then she happened to pull her shirt down over her head to suddenly facing off with making her own way through the abnormal intensity of natural agents; floods, mudslides, earthquakes, avalanches, drought, tropical cyclones and jaw dropping, ground breaking, mouth watering sexy men-Wait! BEASTMEN. Trying to preserve her life, she hurtles towards a frightening future, back in a Stone Age. A/N; I first started writing this on webnovel so you can go an support me there with a review, a comment, or vote. All chapters will be published on wattpad first because it's easier. But I'd appreciate your input, opinion or even short quirk on how you visioned a black girl taking on a beast world. It can be totally unrelated to my idea. In fact you can add anything, zombies or whatever. It will encourage me. Don't worry. The book will be free. It's a trial run, and I want to finish it. Please pleas, it will not be 1000 chapters long. No no. Maybe a little over 100 or less. I wrote this because I've read so many beast world books referring to the beast women as extremely ugly and their dark skin being ugly. While the fl gets to flaunt her pale one. Honestly I have nothing against race. White is just as beautiful as black. That's the view I want to express. And also, I don't believe that there can exist a world or nation that doesn't have its own expression of beauty- for all genders not just males. I read a book that brought out the fl and fellow beast women as almost at per in looks. The only thing was that t

Michelle gets transported to the beast world and is given a mission from the Beast God to rescue the people of the Beastworld. She Has to take many mates and introduce new technologies and advancements to the Beastmen to increase their survival rate. Smut warning