"No-please-don't do this!" Seraphina sobbed, her voice cracking as she clung to her eldest brother's wrist. "I-I'll be good. I'll do whatever you say, just don't-" A sharp crack echoed through the room as his palm struck her cheek, sending her crashing to the marble floor. Pain exploded across her skin, but it was nothing compared to the terror clawing at her chest. From above, his voice was cold. Unmoved. "You will marry him." She shook her head wildly, crawling backward until her spine hit the wall. "He's a monster," she whispered, her breath shuddering. "He's not human. Please, don't make me do this. I'll die." Her second brother crouched in front of her, grabbing her chin roughly, forcing her to look at him. His lips curled, eyes void of warmth. "Then die." Her breath hitched. "But you will die as his wife." The door behind them creaked open. Heavy footsteps. Her father stepped inside, his expression unreadable. "Lock her in this room," he ordered. "She will not step out until her wedding day." Sera thrashed as hands seized her, dragging her toward the massive iron doors. "No! Please-Father, please!" But he didn't even look at her. The last thing she saw before the door slammed shut was her brothers standing side by side, indifferent as she was thrown into a fate worse than death. Then darkness. And the only thing left was the suffocating truth. She was a sacrifice. A bride to the Sinister, a devil himself. #A STANDALONE BOOK

This is a world of Ger. There is no woman, only males exist and categorise into two, Man and Ger. The Ger can give birth to a child. And... This is the kind of world that Zhan Chen transmigrating to. A modern teenager is suddenly thrown into a world of Ger where no woman exists. Surprise or not... He is the Ger! Xiao Chen: Huh? Ger? What's Ger? ML: Ger means you're my wife. And we'll be having our own children. Xiao Chen: Wife??! I'm a man! And I don't pop a child! ML: Stop deluding yourself, wife. Come into your husband's arms and let's make a baby. Xiao Chen: *Runs away* ML: Ah... Wifey runs away. I need to catch and tie him to our bed. *Evil chuckles* © All rights reserved [The work is not allowed to be used or adapted in any way without owner's permission.]. Reposted. [THIS IS MY ORIGINAL BOOK, NOT A TRANSLATION]

"Do you really think you could hide from us?" The voice slithers through the empty halls behind me, smooth as a blade dragged across silk. Calm. Too calm. But beneath it thrums something darker-a predator's amusement, a promise coiled tight in every syllable. "She really thinks we wouldn't be able to find her." I don't need to turn around to know he's smirking. I can feel it-the way his gaze licks up my spine, savoring my panic like a delicacy. That's how they are. All of them. Obsessive, cunning, possessive. Turning my fear into their entertainment. "Why don't we start locking her up?" Ice floods my veins. As if I wasn't already trapped. My ankle screams with every step, the bruise a throbbing reminder of my last failed escape. The halls stretch endlessly, mocking me, twisting like a labyrinth designed to keep me exactly where they want me. "Run while you still can, Kitty." Their footsteps echo behind me-leisurely, unhurried. They aren't running. They're toying with me. Certain I'll fail. Then-a door. Hope claws up my throat. I hitch my dress higher, biting back a whimper as fire shoots through my ankle. 'Please, please let it lead outside'. My fingers scramble for the knob, twisting- Yes! Cool air rushes over my face. Freedom. But before I can lunge forward, an iron grip wrenches me back. My back slams against a broad chest, trapping me. "It's adorable how hard you try to escape us." Laughter curls around me, thick as smoke. My vision blurs, the walls pressing in. The ringing in my ears drowns out everything but their voices-their victory-as their fingers dig into my skin, claiming me all over again. "Darling, like I said. There's No Escape from us."

✧ 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐋𝐘𝐍 𝐋𝐎𝐌𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐈 (𝐀𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐍) ✧ When I was six I was kidnapped and taken away from my family for seven months. Thirteen years later and I have little to no memory of who had taken me. Ever since then my father has been severely overprotective and never lets me out of his sight. Now that I'm somewhat on my own everything starts to change. When I finish high school and start attending New York University my life takes a turn, for better and for worse. They're back. ☆ 𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐗𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑 ☆ Years ago we found our little angel. She just so happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. She was the light in our lives, until one day we lost her again. Thirteen years later and we still mourn the loss of our sweetheart, but we found her once, we will do it again. I am the head of the Russian mafia, or a professor at NYU depending who you ask. One day I raise my head to look around at the sea of students and my eyes lock on a familiar pair of ocean blue irises. ★ 𝐇𝐀𝐘𝐃𝐄𝐍 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐋𝐋 ★ I'm a heartless killer and offer no apologies for it. As the head of the Russian mafia along with being the CEO to a multibillion dollar company, my life is nothing but darkness. During the day I'm an office man, at night my knife slashes through the necks of anyone I can get my hands on. Killing is my outlet, ever since I lost her. It helps me keep my anger in check. I've never stopped looking for her. We've come close multiple times, but each time came out unsuccessful. As I put a bullet in the head of my ex-guard, Alex comes rushing into the room, and the look on his face says it all. He found her. Start: July 4th End: ///

••• "Just because I haven't touched you as a husband should, that doesn't mean I won't," he said, his voice low and menacing. Her knees felt weak, and she didn't dare move from where she stood, his presence overwhelming her completely. She could barely speak, her voice coming out in a soft, stammering whisper. "It-it wasn't anything like that. I swear... I" ~~~ ••• 𝐈𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐬, 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐯𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥. To save her father's life, she made one vow: marry the coldest man in the city-and never fall in love. But monsters have hearts too. And his only beat for her. A Dark Forced Marriage Romance.

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[On Hold] She didn't know where she was being sent. Her stepmother had told her it was just a job-cleaning, serving, nothing more. But when she stepped in his penthouse, a shiver crawled down her spine. Something wasn't right. The house was silent, dark and cold. The fragrance of something loomed something she couldn't name. Fear? Temptation? Fate? And then, she sees him. Vidyut Roy. Tall, handsome, and devastatingly powerful. A man whose name carries sins-one who is feared, despised (hated) and utterly ruthless. The world already hates him for what he did to his ex-wife, Avyah, for the way he destroyed her without remorse. He was never a hero, never a savior. He was a man who owned, who controlled, who consumed. Mira, on the other hand, is a walking, talking storm of emotions. The kind of girl who dramatically stares out of windows when it rains, narrating her own tragic backstory like she's in a movie. She picks fights with her own conscience, trips over flat surfaces and laughs at her own joke and never shuts up. She is a mess of contradictions wrapped in one stubborn, cute, innocent, dramatic package. But. She doesn't know, this is a cage. And he is already holding the key.

"Dark romance" (18+) " "It's fucking driving me insane thinking that my seed are growing inside you." ______________________ A man shrouded in mystery, Vrishabh is powerful, dengerous, and impossible to read. The city trembled at the mention of his name. Vrishabh Singh, the enigmatic and feared businessman, and a mafia boss, whose empire was built on shadows and secrets. Avani a nive young woman , with innocence and purity in her heart. Avani lives a simple life with her mother, finding happiness in the small moments. She doesn't need riches, only a steady job to support them both. Her heart longs for peace and a life free from excess. For her, true joy lies in contentment, not in chasing wealth. Then everything fell apart. A contract. A marriage. And a man who felt less human and more like a shadow. A contract heavy with conditions. When Avani's innocence collides with Vrishabh's dark obsession, her peaceful world begins to unravel. A manipulator consumed by his need to possess her, he craves her purity with a hunger he can't control. Vrishabh is determined that Avani will be his, no matter the cost. This book contains:- - Mature content - Vulgar language

To celebrate his graduation and a new home, Xion Aijawa happily went to buy beer. There he saw a cat hanging from the tree. While saving the cat, Xion fell into the pit and...died. In his disoriented sate of "Freshly dead" the silly Xion accepted the request and ended up transmigrating into the world full of dungeons and Mana. He found himself surrounding with the step siblings who hates him and father who was planning to send him as a "Gift" to some aristocrat. Who made him look like a pretty doll? However, his face was the least of his worry at the moment. According to the memory of the original owner of the body, Xion knew he only had a month to live if he did not manage to escape. So, taking the cover of the banquet, Xion ran away. Aided by a mysterious System Mall that allows him to buy almost anything, he makes his way to the distant borderlands, hoping to put his past behind him. But fate has other plans---Xion ends up saving Darius Rael Drakhelm, the feared Archduke of the North, notorious for his ruthless and deranged nature. The silly Xion tried to run away but... Trapped on the Archduke's bed, Xion's heart thumped loudly when he saw Darius' smirk. The archduke towered over him as those fingers gently caressed Xion's cheek. "I've heard you tried to run away," Darius spoke. "That must be a lie... After all, I've given you things even the royal family can't have. Isn't that right, my dear healer?" Xion gulped when Darius's thumb brushed his lower lip, "I-I think I should leave. I've overstayed my welcome..." The room grew cold, and Xion shivered. He watched as Darius's green eyes dimmed before lighting up with a dangerous glint. Xion felt a pit growing in his stomach when he saw the deranged archduke smile. Darius never smiled. And whenever he did, it only meant trouble. "You're right," Darius said calmly. "So let's get married." Xion, "..." Help!!!!

AN MXM ROMANCE NOVEL HIS LISCIHKA "I've been married to a woman for 18 years, I-I wouldn't know the first thing about being with a man," I admitted while feeling Ivan's hands making their way under my chin. "I'll teach you, just don't leave me, Oliver," Ivan consoled his voice sounding so gentle yet longing that it drew me in. "This isn't right, Ivan," I muttered positioning my hands on his bare chest. "Why?" Ivan rasped resting his right hand on my waist. "Because... I'm a man, I'm older than you and I have a daughter-" "Why are you making excuses, Doctor?" he growled. "I've never done something like this before Ivan," "As I've said lemme teach you," and with that Ivan gently pressed his lips against mine. His soft lips against mine drew me into an emotion, a feeling I've tried so hard to ignore. His right hand glided down to my ass gripping it hard causing me to groan at such a sensation. "I want to taste your dick, Doctor," he whispered, his baritone singing in my ear. "Ivan," I mumbled breathlessly. "You will let me? Right?" he questioned sinking onto his knees. Oh, God. I gulped as I stared down at the dominating man who kneeled before me. His gorgeous green eyes stared at me while his hands made their way to my zipper. "Ivan," I warned again. "Dah, Lisichka?"