The club wasn't where she imagined herself working, but it was the only place that would take her. The air was thick with smoke, and the neon lights did little to chase away the darkness inside. People came and went-some looking for trouble, others caught in things they shouldn't have been. She'd seen men dragged into the back rooms, beaten up for not paying in time or failing to do their part. And then there was her-the club owner. Cold, calculated, and feared by everyone who walked through the doors. She ran this place with a tight grip, and she didn't tolerate mistakes. No one dared to cross her, not without consequences. And yet, every time their eyes met, something shifted, an unsettling pull that she couldn't quite explain. She didn't know what it meant, or why it unsettled her so much. But one thing was certain: the longer she stayed here, the more complicated everything would become...

Xan a stripper, works the vampire club, where she met two mysterious and dark vampire. Who have no problem sharing her...If you know what that entitled. : : "Kiss my ass," I growled. She smirked. "How much?" I snorted. "Your order?" Jager leaned over the table, her gaze fixed on me. "Tell me, Snow Princess. How much for a kiss on your ass? Name your price." I realized that for them, everything revolved around naming a price, and they could get what they wanted. That's how they had lived for years. "Blood wine and shots, coming right up," I said, ignoring her proposition. She leaned back, the purple lighting casting shadows on their faces, making them appear even more enigmatic. "Do your thing, Snow Flakes. But when you come back, I hope the price is on the tip of those lips," she said. I rolled my eyes. "Whatever," I mumbled. "Come here," Jager commanded. I couldn't help but smile inside as she rummaged through her seemingly endless supply of cash. She folded a few bills and leaned forward, slipping the money into the side of my skirt. Her hand lingered, palming my ass cheeks. "So damn full," she remarked, her words slipping through her fangs. Read to find out...

They once called her the Mad Dog of the South - the spoiled, short-tempered daughter of Duke Mortane. Feared by nobles, hated by the people, and foolishly obsessed with the Crown Prince who never loved her. Betrayed by her uncle. Framed by a false saint. Abandoned by the man she destroyed herself for. She died cursing her own foolishness... until the gods granted her one final mercy- to return to the past, one year before her ruin. This time, she'll play their game with her eyes open. She'll protect what's hers, crush those who deceived her, and rise from the ashes of her former self. Because this time... the villainess doesn't seek redemption-she rewrites her story.

As the cruel, uncompromising, and terrifyingly brilliant CEO of Bloom Press, Roman Alvarez terrifies everyone-including her new assistant editor, Kaalia Amoretta. But on a work trip to the tropical coast of South Asia, under Kerala's storm-soaked skies, professional distance dissolves into something more dangerous. What should have stayed strictly business becomes intimate, charged, and impossible to forget. *** [LONGER VERSION] Roman Alvarez is infamous in the publishing world: cruel, uncompromising, and brilliant enough to get away with it. As the first Black and female CEO of Bloom Press, she has built her career on steel walls and impossible standards. Kaalia Amoretta, the new assistant editor hired to support her, expects a tyrant. What she doesn't expect is the quiet softness beneath Roman's sharp edges ... or the spark that flares every time their eyes meet. When Bloom's newest release hinges on securing a reclusive poet's anthology, Roman and Kaalia go on a "working vacation" to India. But what should have been a straightforward business trip unravels into something far more dangerous: monsoon-soaked nights, shared secrets, and a slow-burning tension neither woman can ignore. Under tropical skies and an old woman's poetry on love and colonialism, their professional boundaries blur, their walls crack, and a tender, terrifying love begins to take shape. But as they return to New York-with media storms rising, a billion-dollar lawsuit looming, and family expectations closing in-the real question emerges: Can a love born far from reality survive the world waiting for them? *** A sweeping, sapphic, slow-burn romance and the kind of love worth risking everything.

A struggling actress, Sera, dies in a bizarre on-set accident involving a chandelier, only to wake up in a fantasy world-as a cat! But not just any cat-she's the beloved pet of the cold-hearted Duke Killian Ravendell, the infamous villain of a novel she once read.

After a sudden death, Xu Ming finds herself reborn in the world of a novel she read... as a cannon fodder Full Summary is in the first chapter. Mc starts as a cub. Important: I don't own the beauty and the beasts, I only own Xu Ming and my other OCs. English isn't my first language so there will be grammar mistakes. MY WORK IS ONLY ON WATTPAD! Other sites (like teenfic.net) take it without my authorization and there is a risk of malware, so be careful! Cover by @AbyAby6

Vampires and werewolves. Two species with pasts of bloody war all under one roof in the shape of an academy. Riverwood Academy. Hidden for only vampires and werewolves to find. Sworn enemies under one roof for the sake of peace. But not love. Not until now at least. **** Emerson POV There's no way. I can't be.. I thought to myself as her scent seemed to surround my body like a blanket making itself known. "But you are and you know it. We know it." Carter said calmly, speaking through our mind link as I stared at the vampire. We both knew what this meant. We were mates.

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Isabella, a young woman who has experienced SA, has had enough of being defenseless and decides to learn how to shoot with instructor Paulette, an older woman and former sergeant major for the marines. Isabella finds her fight and along the way, discovers a deep and safe connection with the woman who teaches her just how much power and worth she really has.

She died. After that, she woke up in the otome game she played before dying... as the male lead's younger sister. Things happened then death took her once again. She didn't expect that she'll experiencing dying twice a row. ... She opened her eyes and light covered her vision. 'This must be my third life.' She thought. "Rina." Suddenly, someone called her name in a sweet way. When she saw the person beside her, she was surprised at the familiar face. "Owen?" "You're awake. I couldn't take it Rina. I don't know what to do without you.. that's why I rose you from the dead." Tears flowed from his eyes as he kissed her pale hand gently. She couldn't believe it. Owen Sylvester, The villain in that otome game she played in her last life... Just brought her back to life. *** #1 family #1 femalelead #1 obsession #1 otome #1 resurrection #1 blood #1 obsessed #2 death #2 possessive #2 villain #3 yandere Started: November 12, 2021 Finished: June 02, 2023 Note: -Credits to @naev_er for drawing the cover. I only did the title edits. -Story is originally mine, not a copy or translation from any other book.