𝐓𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬 & 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐉𝐮𝐝𝐚𝐬 Loyalty. It's a simple philosophy of virtue, worn thin by the world. In his hands, it is sacred- A creed carved in blood and obedience. A faith sharpened by order, tempered in the fire of command. Trust is demanded- forged beneath the weight of discipline, Bound by the concept of duty. But in hers, those words are fables- Tales spun by desperate men to keep obedience alive. Loyalty's a language of the desperate- spoken loudest by those too afraid to stand alone. Trust is a fool's game for those who've never bled. And right is wrong, wrong the only right in the chaos she was made for. They were born to opposite sides of the same war- two souls carved from a single wound, destined to bleed for different flags. They were meant to ruin each other quietly. Ruin. Ruin. Ruin and call it mercy. Call it duty. Never to find warmth in the ashes they made. Never to seek solace in what was made to destroy, what was meant to bring death. But fate... fate has never cared for intention- It placed his oath at the mercy of the woman he was trained to destroy, Placed her wrath in the hands of the only man who could ruin it. Steal her fury. Quiet her rage. Unravel the reason she drew breath. And he truly meant to do it- Every bit of it. Meant to ruin, To steal, To quiet, Unravel. He meant to bring justice, Bring justice and strike down a woman born of vengeance until fate intervened once more- Until, somewhere between the hunt and the havoc, he forgot to destroy and learned to worship instead. But worship's not enough to blunt her truth- hungry dogs are never loyal- not even to the palm they once adored. And even the devout, in the end, turn on their gods. 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒐𝒐𝒏...

𝗧𝗮𝗹𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗗𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗵 & 𝗛𝗶𝘀 𝗽𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗲𝘀𝘀 Revenge Countless souls have fallen prey to its grasp, their lives shattered as deeply as those they sought to harm, if not more so. For most, mere death isn't the end It's not enough to satiate their thirst They crave retribution, wish for something beyond the grave. They want misery upon those who've wronged them. Long for the torment of those who've wounded them But at the end of the day, it's merely a wish, A burning desire for- well, nothing realistic, really For they are weak. Powerless Some may even deem them useless But then, there exist the select few- those who refuse to settle for anything less than the worst, denying death's grasp to unleash a living hell upon their enemies, Those who take matters into their own hands, seizing control & becoming the architects of their own vengeance, Now those, those are dangerous. For in their eyes, the concept of contentment is a foreign notion, replaced by a searing ache for more- More agony, despair. More misery, more wails. More destruction, chaos. People like him, they feed off of fear, thrive in causing pain. They're cunning, calculating, heartless But frankly, even the most twisted of them seem like harmless amateurs in comparison to him. He reeks of death Exudes darkness, sorrow Death is all that shadows his steps, making his existence a reminder of the inevitable fate that awaits his victims. And whispers in the Russian underworld speak of him as Mors- The god of death So, what happens when a girl, who abandoned her family, her life & the very empire bestowed upon her- just to escape the sight of death, catches the eyes of the reaper? What happens when he pulls her into the abyss of his world, intent on destroying all she has fought to be in pursuit of vengeance? And what happens when, as the day wanes, the embodiment of her deepest fear captures her eyes as well?

𝗧𝗮𝗹𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗗𝗲𝘃𝗶𝗹 & 𝗛𝗶𝘀 𝗧𝗲𝘀𝗼𝗿𝗼 'Poor little soul.' A pure, innocent soul forced to face the harsh realities they said. A soul that was led down the path of darkness, One that was bent and made to be other's nightmare, only to end up deemed nature's lost cause. How tragic, right? Wrong. Because this, this is not nearly as simple. You see, mostly, if not always, the only real difference between a hero and a villain is a matter of perspective- WHO is telling the story. But not in his case. What if he really embodies the epitome of a real-life villain, instilling terror in the hearts of all those who cross his path, or even hear whispers of his name? What if he's a wicked man who ceaselessly gets whatever his icy heart craves? A monster who seeks power more than salvation, A nightmare who believes vengeance is unerring. A killing machine, devoid of heart or soul, let alone a pure one. Damien, they call him, His name whispered with terror and fear, Because Damien is not an ordinary man, but a man who clawed his way out from the depths of hell. One who's driven by a relentless pursuit of the very thing that threatens to bring downfall to the world we know. He is the reigning terror among monsters, holding dominion over the dark underworld of New York City, Even with his true identity hidden from the prying eyes of all. Damien is no ordinary man. But he is the Devil. So what happens when an angel meets the devil? When a naive runaway escapes one demon, only to find herself in the clutches of the worst of them all? ⊱ ʚɞ ⊰ ~𝗗𝗮𝗿𝗸 𝗠𝗮𝗳𝗶𝗮 𝗥𝗼𝗺𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲 ~𝗘𝗻𝗲𝗺𝗶𝗲𝘀 𝗧𝗼 𝗟𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘀 ~𝗠𝗮𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗲 𝗧𝗵𝗲𝗺𝗲 ~𝗘𝘅𝗽𝗹𝗶𝗰𝗶𝘁 𝗦𝗲𝘅𝘂𝗮𝗹 𝗖𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 Complete✔️

A girl in disguise. An heir in hunt. A world divided. Iris Lavera is born into the civilization of the least respected ones. The lineage where it's predicted to birth a curse. A low born who will be the downfall of an entire nation if left alive. For year's their fragile community has been combed by the powerful ones, treated like dirt, and tested to their strip of patience. Being called an abomination for the one person who wasn't even born yet. Or so they believed. The glaze Antar, a magnificent realm sanctioned by tons of wealth, thousands of warriors, four supreme's, and a dominant ruler are braced to annihilate the affliction. Except for someone who seemed quite unbothered by it- the Prince himself, despite it's his head that's at stake. That is until he meets her, a girl forging a fictitious life. He could sense the signs. He should put a bounty on her head. Have her chained in the dungeon to see what she was capable of. Burn her up by the pyre at the first doubt of her being a spy. Instead- he would escort her into his world to see if he could break her enough to make up for all the nights she haunted his dreams. And for all the days he craved her.

"Take her away from me and see if the world survives what comes after" • • • • • Power breeds monsters. And Ivan Arcane has become one. Eighteen years old amateur spy Winter Seven should have run when she had the chance. But the deeper she strayed into Ivan Arcane's world of ruthless empires and forbidden desire, the more she realized, there is no escape from him. Not from the man who sees her as both salvation and sin. He's brilliant, merciless, and utterly obsessed. Every glance, every breath she takes feeds his hunger. He'll burn his sanity to the ground just to keep her safe... or ruin her if she tries to leave. And in Ivan Arcane's world, she's the only sin he'll never repent for. • 4-Year Age Gap • Dual POV • Morally Grey Billionaire x sunshine Spy Reviews: Book so good made me question my past life and past choices of books -thesaphireeyez I am blown away. WTF just happend? -meladeeee I think i seriously need to go for a check up. Why does my heart race so fast reading every fucking chapter? -amara_sullivan IVAN FUCKING ARCANE I love you so much baby -googleydodley So hot for what? -kookieshopes

(Completed) A blind prince was never meant to be chosen. A demon king was never meant to love. In an ancient empire where sacrifices keep the world intact, Lian Feng is offered to the underworld, not because he is powerful, but because no one believes he is useful. Blind, gentle, and devoted to his plants, he expects his fate to be quiet, brief, and forgotten. Instead, the Demon King chooses him. Feared by gods and mortals alike, the towering ruler of the underworld claims Lian as his bride and refuses to give him back. What begins as a ritual sacrifice becomes something far more dangerous: a bond forged through trust, tenderness, and quiet defiance. As Lian learns to navigate a realm of shadows through sound, scent, and intuition, he discovers that monsters are not always cruel, and that being held by one might be the safest place of all. With jealous demon lords, ancient prophecies, spirit guardians, and a love powerful enough to shake entire realms, To Be Held by a Monster is a dark fantasy BL romance about choosing softness in a world that worships fear. ⚠️ Note: This book is historical fantasy fiction. In this story, romance only develops when characters are 18+. Any earlier dynamics are purely guardian protectiveness and are not romantic. Reader discretion is advised if age-related themes make you uncomfortable. ⚠️ EDITOR'S NOTE ⚠️ This book is currently under editing. 🏆 Rankings & Achievements 🥇 #1 (Monster Romance) - 25/05/2026 🥇 #1 (Love) - 25/05/2026 🥇 #1 (Fluffy) - 17/02/2026 🥇 #1 (Demons) - 03/02/2026 🥇 #1 (Ancient) - 02/02/2026 🥇 #1 (Monsters) - 20/01/2026 🥇 #1 (MxM) - 24/01/2026 #7 (MxM) - 03/02/2026 #14 (Blind) - 21/01/2026

Five alphas of the circle in Sien territory are trying their best to find their male omega mate, the one who will complete their circle. Nobody on the planet has been able to find their star-or male mate-for over a century. But one determined alpha not only manages to locate his omega in far space, he also successfully captures him in his net. Flix lands on the forbidden planet and is immediately claimed by the five alphas. He tries his very best to return to his home, but fate has other plans. Now, he bears a huge responsibility-one he was never truly prepared for. (MMMMMFM) - This is an omegaverse with male omega as the primary focus. Female omega just stays in the circle, quickly loses alphas' interest & remains in the background. The story focuses only on male omega and his alphas. For Mature Audience (18+) ©️ Maya v. 2026.

I limped towards the kitchen after sending him an email, that I'm on leave today. I couldn't even able to walk properly as I was feeling sore down there, just thinking about what happened yesterday was enough to make me trembling down with fear. He was rough, way too rough. He didn't even mind that I was on my 5th day of my menstrual period. For him it's all about him and his needs. He will never change. My lips wobbled as I cleared my tears as it started to flow down. Entering the kitchen, I took the glass of water gulping it down furiously to calm my racing heartbeat. I took another and another as my throat was itching and hurting with all that screaming. I gasped while keeping the glass in the sink. I won't be going to office today not after his brutality. I don't have enough strength to face him. I just can't... He's an animal and I don't think I can even stay in the same room as him even though he had done this so many times, yesterday he went too far. He crossed his limits and I don't want to see his face. I just hate him so much. As I stood holding the sink, a thought crossed my mind, why life is so cruel to me? What did I do to receive these? Why did I ended up with him? I just want to live normally. I sighed brushing my open hair, thinking about my miserable life. I shook my head, tying my hair in a bun. I turned around to leave the kitchen only to get startled by him. Him? My eyes widened at the realisation as gasped left my mouth in horror at the sight of him. What? He's here. It means... he never left. And the worst part is he's also looking at me with that look on his face. Lust filled eyes. Will he ever leave me alone? ------------------------- ⚠️WARNING: IT CONTAINS ABUSIVE DARK ROMANCE AND FORCED MATURED CONTENT. -------------------------- Highest Rankings:- #1 Random - 26/10/2023 #1 Story - 4/09/2025 #2 Zaddy- 5/01/2024 #2 Badboy - 26/02/2024 #4 Indian - 26/02/2024 #5 Obsessed - 16/02/2024 DO NOT COPY MY WORK PLEASE

"You can't take all of us, sweetheart." Valen's voice is smooth, teasing, but the way his fingers brush against my hip isn't playful. It's testing. Behind me, Fennec chuckles, his breath warm as he leans in, his lips barely ghosting the shell of my ear. "She could try." His voice dips lower, dragging heat down my spine. "I'd love to watch her try." ------------------------------- Soraya Cordova was never meant to survive. Stolen as a child and discarded as a mistake, she was given a second chance when the Cordovas adopted her into a life of wealth, secrets, and silent wars. But when her parents are declared dead and the world turns against her found family, she realizes survival is no longer enough, she needs to fight. Raised as assassins, her adoptive brothers have spent years keeping her in the dark, but now? Now, she's in the center of the storm. Wanted by the government. Hunted by the man who created her. And trapped in a dangerous game of love, loyalty, and lies with the only people who have ever mattered. Because in their world, trust is a weapon. Not all love stories are gentle. Some are jagged at the edges, built on shadows and sins, tangled in pasts too dark to escape. White Lies is one of those stories. It's about the things we do to survive, the lies we tell to protect, and the love that thrives even in the darkest corners. Read at your own risk.

~𝐀𝐲𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐚 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡 × 𝐑𝐮𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐧 𝐈𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐯~ "Why are you doing this?" I asked, my voice laced with desperation and hopelessness. His response was a callous, almost flippant remark: "You know the answer." With a careless flick of his wrist, he discarded the cigarette, grinding it beneath his shoe with a ruthless efficiency that seemed to mirror his treatment of me. As our eyes met, I felt a jolt of fear run through me. His voice dropped to a low, menacing tone, sending shivers down my spine. "Marry me, and I will spare every human life in this place," he growled, his words dripping with a sinister intent. He took a step closer, his eyes blazing with an unholy passion. "Or else, watch them die, and you will still be mine." The sheer ruthlessness of his words left me breathless, my eyes widening in horror and shock. I had never encountered a person as merciless and calculating as him. He had crossed every boundary, shattered every limit, and yet, he showed no remorse, no regret. In his own twisted worldview, he was willing to burn the entire world to ashes, just to make me his. The realization sent a chill coursing through my veins, leaving me frozen in terror, unsure of what lay ahead Ayesha~ "I love someone else" Ruslan~ "your love for some fucker can't be compared to my infinite obsession for you" 𝐓𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐬‼️ •𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐢 × 𝐕𝐞𝐝𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐢 (𝐑𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐚𝐧 × 𝐈𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐧) •𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 •𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐭 𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐒𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 •𝐊𝐢𝐝𝐧𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 •𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞 •𝐇𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫 •𝐌𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞