"You aren't the only one who can bite, love. Did you forget that?" I tensed, feeling his breath against the exposed flesh of my neck. "Don't-" "Why shouldn't I? You seem to have an issue understanding where you are right now." My hands began to shake as I felt his fangs scrap against my neck, sharp and almost ticklish. "I know you aren't stupid, Esma. You know what I'm capable of and yet you continue to test me. You are lucky that I am a very, very, patient man." I'd never been bit before but I knew it was excruciating. I braced myself for the pain, clenching my eyes shut, heaving in breaths that I tried to control but was too weak to do so. "I can feel your heart going a hundred miles a minute. Are you excited or afraid?" "Excited to be bitten by a vampire?" Aspen's teeth slowly dragged against my neck again, my tongue going dry. "You never know. Some humans find it enjoyable, but they're the ones who like pain. You remind me of them Esma, a little pain whore."

- A slow-burn romantasy with fae courts, false identities, and dangerous choices - "I was taken from my world to replace a girl who was already dead. They dressed me in white, gave me her name, and promised me safety if I stayed silent. I was meant to be a bride. A symbol. A lie. But the prince I was promised to doesn't see me the way he should. And the man who brought me here is watching, waiting for me to break. I am not the girl they think I am. And if the truth comes out, it will destroy us all." #fantasy #fae #fairies #romance #slowburn #enemiestolovers #royalty #forcedmarriage #fakeidentity #darkfantasy #forbiddenlove Note: This story is taking part in the Open Novella Contest 2026 #ONC #OpenNovellaContest Court of the Fae Rankings: #1 ONC2026 out of 1.22K stories #15 aesthetic out of 32.4K stories #13 fairytale out of 19.1K stories #5 fairies out of 14.9K stories

When the prince of the enemy realm visits her on Earth, Ayzel has to return to a world ruled by light, darkness, and hatred, in her lifelong quest for justice, revenge, and, most importantly, power. Ayzel is in exile. Caged among humans, she has found a way to survive in their strange world. Locking the memories of her old life away, so she can fight to stay alive in this one. That is, until the prince from the realm of night comes to remind her of her heritage. Ayzel has to find her path away from imprisonment and back to Antaliya, the land that shunned her for her powerlessness. Betrayed, wounded, barely hanging on to her sanity, but never broken. She knows the stakes. But she takes the risk. If only so that the world will finally see her for what she is. Quote from chapter twenty: { I give the king a kind smile. That of a lady. A courtier. The person I was taught to be. He returns it, but I catch the mistake immediately. I can see the lie in his. Disappointing, really. All those years as a ruler and he never learnt to pretend his kindness properly. Fool. His eyes trail from my face, to my hands, to my abdomen, down to my legs. I would be uncomfortable, had I not known what it was he was looking at. "If it's of any consolation, your Majesty, most of the blood is not mine." }

GENERAL'S BRIDE Genre: Psycho-Thriller • Dark Romance • Blood & Gore • Forced Marriage • Mature • Adult Calixto Joaquin Ferrer-once a decorated military general, now the ruthless head of a global syndicate-rules both the underworld and the corporate empire of Devon Enterprise with an iron hand. To the world, he is a cold, disciplined CEO. In the shadows, he is a predator feared by criminals themselves. His mother wants only one thing from him: A wife. A grandchild. A legacy. Calixto finds it ridiculous-until he sees Angela Samañiego again. His childhood obsession. His first trauma. His twisted, unfinished love. But she is no longer the modest, gentle girl he once claimed as his own. Angela now rides a motorcycle like she owns the night, wears clothes that test his sanity, and pops lollipops like she doesn't care whom she tempts. She is reckless, untamed, and too wild for her own good. And Calixto decides- If the world changed her, he will change her back. By force, if necessary. The Ferrer and Samañiego families have always been intertwined, their fathers best friends since youth. So when Calixto asks for Angela's hand, her father agrees instantly... despite Stella, Angela's younger sister, who shamelessly desires Calixto for herself. Angela doesn't want marriage. She doesn't want a man like him. She says it will never work. Calixto does not care. He wants her. He will have her. And no sister, no refusal, no rebellion will stop him. Until Angela wakes up one morning- naked, bruised, and lying in Calixto's bed... with a wedding ring on her finger. Confused. Trapped. Bound to a man whose love is as dangerous as his enemies. Calixto calls it destiny. Angela calls it hell. And between bloodshed, obsession, and a war of hearts, neither of them will come out the same. A dark romance where love is possession, desire is a weapon, and a general will burn the world just to keep his bride.

She never wanted the promotion. He made sure she got it. Mira, a humble maid in Lord Davis's mansion, is suddenly promoted to be his personal attendant-a role she never wanted. When she discovers he orchestrated it to keep her close, she's slowly drawn into a web of forbidden desire, silent obsession, and dangerous power games.

She wakes up in a stranger's bed, a diamond ring glimmering on her finger - a symbol of promises she cannot remember - a vow forged in a past that's been stolen from her. Everyone says she's fortunate. That she's blessed. That a beautiful home, a devoted fiancé, and a spotless future await her. But when her pulse falters under his gentle touch... when her skin shivers instead of warming - something deep within resonates with the alarming feeling that something is profoundly, dangerously wrong. He insists it's for her own safety - that something awful happened, that healing simply takes time - but there's a fire in his eyes, a possessiveness he cannot mask. And somewhere in her mind, a locked box rattles against its chains. And at night, in the quiet... she dreams of another man she does not recognize. Until one day he steps out of the shadows. Not with flowers, but with fire, with danger, with a confession forged in the pure agony of a love forgotten. Not with comfort, but with a storm in his eyes and a voice that trembles when he says- "You promised to remember me," he whispers. "Even if the whole world made you forget." He is not kind. He is not patient. His love is wild - a consuming force - a sin that feels more elemental than redemption. The moment he reaches for her, the carefully woven lie starts to unravel, thread by thread, until the awful, beautiful truth emerges. She doesn't know his name. But her soul does. Now, stranded between two men - the man who offers refuge within a perfect illusion and the man who holds the key to a catastrophic reality - she must make a choice. To stay safely oblivious... or to break free and remember the life that was stolen from her. Because someone made sure she forgot. And they'll do whatever it takes to keep it that way. Some truths are dangerous - and some memories are worth everything.

The first chance she gets, Corrine Whitman tries to escape from the man who abducted her. But when James catches her, she has to deal with his bizarre guilt trip. Doesn't she enjoy his company, the game nights, stimulating conversations? Doesn't she know how lucky she is to be taken by a caring man instead of a psycho? He tells her he can't live without her. He won't live without her. But Corrine has to get home to her father. So, she has a new tactic--earn James's trust and enjoy her new family--or at least pretend. If Corrine plays the game, she'll be given freedom to leave the house, just like other women she's met who were kidnapped. Corrine can't fathom how so many women and children are taken and live seemingly normal lives with their captors all across the country. But she can relate--she's one of them. Corrine plots the perfect escape. Yet, the more time she spends with James, the harder it is to leave. She knows she's suffering from Stockholm syndrome, but she is determined to save herself and the others. And if she escapes? Corrine knows no one has ever left alive-she has to be the first. (Cover graciously designed by @bluntpencils.)

Two best friends head up to a cabin in the woods for a simple, harmless vacation. But things take a dark turn when they are kidnapped. Their only chance at living is to fight like hell and break free before their buyers come to collect. + A L T E R N A T E E N D I N G WA R N I N G : A B E R R A N T B E H A V I O R , B L O O D Y A N D G R I S L Y D E T A I L S , S T R O N G S E X U A L I T Y , L A N G U A G E A N D D R U G U S E .

When Earth is conquered by the sinister Greys and the alien who killed Evie's husband returns seeking her help, she must find a way to enact her revenge and fight the growing feelings for the creature who is an exact replica of the man she loved. *** Two years ago, Evie Morgan's husband disappeared. Under suspicion of his murder, no one believed Evie's story about the mysterious creature with the black eyes that killed Tom and assumed his identity. Now, trying to survive in the ruins of post-invasion London, Evie's world is once more thrown into turmoil, when she meets the alien that destroyed her life. On the run from his own kind, he offers her insider knowledge on how to defeat the Greys, in return for her protection. At risk from her fellow survivors discovering 'Tom's' true identity, taking the alien back to her camp is going to be no easy task for Evie. With the alien's genetic make-up assuming more of Tom's identity every day, Evie struggles between her hatred for her husband's killer and a growing attraction for him that confuses her. The time is coming for Evie to decide. Pull the trigger or put her trust in the creature that tore her whole world apart? *** Content warning: This story contains mature sexual content, and themes of violence and reference to an attempted sexual assault.

The world had gone to hell long ago, taken over by the vampire race. In order to keep some sort of peace in our land, the Vampire Lords made a consecutive agreement. The rich and powerful humans could survive just as they had been, untouched by the vampires save for the occasional blood collections, or so they thought In reality, we were all under their control. Castles spread out throughout our land, one landing in each city. Each castle varied in the number of vampires residing there, but all of them carried a Lord. The Lords were the ones in charge in every city, whether we liked it or not. The vampires often roam through the city, making sure that everyone was in order and no one stepped out of line. If you stepped out of line, you died, end of story. Even if the rich were still under their control, their lives were still better than the poor. The poorest lives held a much worse fate. The men were to be put to work as slaves, whether that meant serving a specific vampire, or just building their castles, they were slaves. The women were to be pets. Pets were the lowest rank you could have. They were forced into cages that were too small to stand in with collars around their necks. They spent their lives in pet shops, just waiting for the dreadful day that they'll be bought. They were treated like animals, trained into what their master wanted, and punished if they misbehaved. Those who were lucky enough to live through that, we're to be slaughtered for their blood at age twenty-five in an act to make sure that our population would stay steady. I was born into this world. Born into this world full of blood-sucking monsters. Except, I was one of the lucky ones. Was. It all ended for me when I was 12, when I was taken away from the last bit of hope and family that I had left. Ever since then, I've lived in a cage, just rotting away, waiting, dreading for the day that some monster would make me his. This is my life. I am a pet. ~~~ Cover by: @mshacake