Samantha is traumatized, fat, and chronically ill. She's given up hope on a world that she feels gave up on her. But one morning, after awakening from yet another painful slumber, she wakes up outside and in strange surroundings with only the pajamas on her back. However, the people she meets in this so-called Beast World are even stranger; multitudes of hunky beastmen are desperate to find a rare female mate. Who can Samantha trust in this world? Will she find safety? Friends? Lovers? Follow her story to find out! This work contains mature scenes that are not appropriate for younger readers. 18+ warning now, because we've officially got smut! --- Hi y'all! This is a project I've just started, and I'd like to gauge interest for it on here. I'm putting some of my OCs into the "Beast World" setting of some of my favorite novels like Beauty and the Beasts, Beast World, Memeda!, and Beast Hubby, XOXO to name a few! My cover was made for me by the amazing plankset of spacenoodlesoup! She's soup-er amazing!

×Mature× > She died a jobless anime binge-watcher. She woke up a chubby, unwanted beast bride. Odette didn't ask for a second life-especially not in the body of a despised gray swan with five drop-dead-gorgeous beastmen husbands who can't even look her in the eye. Forgotten by her tribe, accused of crimes she didn't commit, and left to drown by the very men who vowed to protect her... it should've ended there. But fate-no, a shady cosmic system-had other plans. Armed with a cheat-like storage space, a secondhand body, and five cold marks on her hand proving none of her husbands ever claimed her, Odette decides it's time to rewrite this beastly romance into her own personal revenge story. Who needs loyalty when she can hoard hotter husbands? Who needs love when she can live deliciously petty? Let the ex-husbands regret. Let the new suitors line up. And let the Swan Queen rise-feathers, fat rolls, and all.

I never thought I'd be noticed-let alone his. One moment, I stood among the crowd, my fate a dark pit. Next, the cavernous hall froze, Zypherians and humans alike holding their breath as he emerged from the shadows: the Admiral, golden eyes burning, moving with fatal purpose. He didn't stop at protocol. He didn't stop at the fear in my chest. The Matrix itself shuddered, surrendering to a new law. In that instant, I was no one. I was someone. And I was his, forced to accept a destiny I can neither refuse nor understand. I should have run. Instead, I stood-caught between terror and the quiet, impossible pull of the one monster who had unmade the rules, just to choose me.