Old Title: Rumors Said He'd Kill Me, So I Gave Him a Flower Xiao Zhan is just an ordinary office worker who lives alone with his chunky orange cat but one day finds himself transmigrated/ transported into an unknown worlds of orcs. Rescued by a strange man with horns, claws, odd color of hair which is bright green and has golden eyes. The man whose presence screams danger and hands tainted with...blood? But to Xiao Zhan? It wasn't the case. No irritating calls or emails. No deadlines to chase. Not even a nagging and demanding boss. What else could he do? Wooing and taming the alpha. Seducing him to make him his, by what? First offering him a flower. Let the chase begin!

The Possession Series I never thought one night could change everything. And yet here I am, holding the tiny person who flipped my world the second she existed, my daughter. Even saying it feels unreal. She's warm, soft, trusting me completely, and I'm trying not to fall apart. I don't know who her father is. Not his name, not his life, not if he would care, or destroy everything. One night was supposed to mean nothing. But then she happened. She's mine. Mine to protect, mine to raise, mine to keep safe from every unknown. I tell myself that's enough. But sometimes, in the quiet, I wonder. Would he recognize her? Would he remember that night? I tell myself it doesn't matter. It shouldn't. But deep down, I know fate isn't done with us yet. ⚠️ EDITOR'S NOTE ⚠️ This book is currently under editing. ---------------------------- Important Information: This novel is written in a traditional, full-length format. Chapters are intentionally longer and more detailed than standard chapter structures. The series includes crossovers with other works, including Shattered Memories: Unbreakable Bones. The book is planned to span 101 chapters. ⚠️ CONTENT WARNING ⚠️ The main character is intersex. This story is raw, realistic, and uncensored. It contains strong language, explicit sexual content, violence, and emotionally intense themes. Includes honest depictions of medical conditions and body differences. Characters speak and behave like real people, flawed, messy, and deeply human. Reader discretion is advised. 🏆 Rankings & Achievements 🥇 #1 (MxM) - 28/01/2026 🥇 #1 (Gay Love) - 28/01/2026 🥇 #1 (Gay) - 27/01/2026 🥇 #1 (Greece) - 18/01/2026 🥇 #1 (Long) - 15/12/2025 - 18/01/2026 🥇 #1 (Dark Romance) - 14/12/2025 🥇 #1 (Male Pregnancy) - 23/12/2025 🥇 #1 (Boy Pregnancy) - 26/11/2025 - 18/01/2026 🥈 #2 (Family) - 23/01/2026 🥈 #2 (Italy) - 21/01/2026 🥈 #2 (Stand) - 03/12/2025 🥉 #3 (Art) - 17/01/2026 #5 (LGBT Love) - 14/12/20

Nikolas Bellucci Aleksandr Mikhailov is dangerous. I didn't just see it-I felt it. Every nerve in my body screamed to run the moment his sharp green eyes locked onto mine. His stare wasn't casual; it was predatory, deliberate. Like he wanted to consume every part of me and leave nothing behind. What had I done to deserve his attention? I'm a nobody. I prefer shadows over spotlights. I don't want to be anyone's Donna, their treasure, or their little prince or princess. But Aleksandr? He doesn't care what I want. Even when his hands skim over my skin, making it impossible to fight back, impossible to breathe. Even when my traitorous heart races whenever he calls me his printsessa. I'm a man. The last mafia prince of the Bellucci family. Arranged marriages, political games-it's all supposed to be beneath me. At least, that's what I keep telling myself. But Aleksandr Mikhailov doesn't ask. He takes. And some part of me, despite everything, might just want to be taken. Aleksandr Mikhailov Nikolas Bellucci is a work of art-beautiful, dangerous, and far too proud for his own good. I knew I wanted him the moment I saw him. My uncle Ivan always said, What a Mikhailov wants, he takes. Rules? Irrelevant. Boundaries? Meant to be shattered. Nikolas fights me, yes-but he'll break eventually. They always do. And when he does, I'll be there to catch him, to hold him, to ruin him until he's mine entirely. My printsessa.

「"𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐨𝐫, 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐛𝐨𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐲𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫"」 ── ❝ 'You like being hunted, don't you, little thing?' he said. 'You like knowing you drag the fucking monster out of me just by breathing.' ❞ ── Cyril Roosevelt doesn't belong at L'Académie Sainte-Marie-a prestigious Parisian university for the rich and powerful. He's poor. Shy. Soft. The scholarship student that nobody takes seriously. But someone is watching him. He starts getting gifts. Blood red roses with no sender. Handwritten letters calling him his little mouse. Messages from an unknown number that seem to know exactly where he is. Exactly what he's wearing. Exactly how fast his heart is beating. And then there's Deimos King. The mafia prince everyone fears. The monster Cyril can't outrun. But what scares Cyril most isn't Deimos's reputation. It's the way Deimos looks at him. Like he owns him. Like he's been waiting for him. The walls close in when Cyril receives an invitation to a secluded mansion. Masked faces, and a Halloween party that feels more like a trap. 𝐎𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 has a name. And it's coming for him.

"So... where were you, little kitty?" His voice was quiet, too quiet... each word slicing through the air as he flipped through the papers without even looking up. "I-I was..." My voice broke, barely a whisper. Something about his calm made him even scarier. He finally set the papers aside, eyes lifting to meet mine. "You look nervous." The corner of his mouth twitched.. not quite a smile. "Don't be. I don't hurt good boys." That tone... gentle, dangerous, patient. "Now," he said, leaning back in his chair, gaze steady. "Come here." I hesitated, taking one step forward. His eyes sharpened. "Crawl." ●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●

Ye Joon died and got reincarnated into the body of a villain who's destined to die at a young age. But Ye Joon was no pushover idiot. Warning: Rpe, imprisonment, obsessive/yandere characters. This book is NOT romanticizing these things. I wrote this book based (half) on my experiences! ______ For Anyone wondering, this is a reupload cus wattpad removed the og one. (better grammar and plot ig)

" I'm from the city, where you ain't gotta love to love." Running from his dark history of drugs and gang violence, Dakota and his young daughter seeks refuge with a family friend what will become of the two; love, happiness, or betrayal ..

"If you are going to date any man, it can't be anyone but me!" Jason Grayson thought he knew his best friend. He thought he understood the boundaries of their lifelong devotion. But the man screaming an ultimatum in his face isn't the Maxwell Evans he grew up with. This is the "beast" that has always lurked beneath the surface-the protective, possessive, and dangerously alluring man who has decided that "friends" is no longer enough. As Max discards his corporate mask to claim what is his, Jason is forced to realize that he's been living in Max's orbit his entire life. Now, with the world watching and their families at a breaking point, Jason has to decide if he's ready to surrender to the man who would walk through hell just to hold his hand.

Knox has spent years perfecting the art of not giving a damn. He has spent his whole life keeping people at arm's length, working late shifts, smoking through the exhaustion, and surviving each day with the numb detachment of someone who learned too young that caring only leads to pain. The art club he joins for extra credit is supposed to be just another chore. Instead, he founds a new obsession and four artist that, turns out, aren't as bad as he thought. Knox doesn't want redemption. He doesn't believe in healing arcs or clean endings. But as the weight of his past presses closer, and the present demands choices he can no longer postpone, he's forced to confront a question he has never allowed himself to ask: What happens when running is no longer enough?

Riel Damien Frost Amethyst, a cold-hearted billionaire and heir of a powerful underground syndicate, views his arranged marriage to Dwiriti Xanwier Xmalson as nothing more than a business transaction. But Dwiriti, a scarred aspiring marine biologist and biochemist deemed as ugly by the society, refuses to be broken by Riel's cruelty. With sharp words and unshakable indifference, he becomes the one thing Riel cannot control. What begins as disdain quickly festers into a dark obsession. Riel's growing desire to possess Dwiriti consumes him, blurring the lines between hatred and obsession. As Riel's need to break Dwiriti intensifies, he finds himself unable to stay away. In a game of power, desire, and possession, one question lingers: How far will Riel go to claim what he believes is his? Note- I don't like non con stories so will write dark romance without that, moreover dark romance shouldn't be about non consensual relationship P.S. - English is not my first language. Please pardon my grammatical errors. <3 (All the names and places in this story are fictional because I didn't want to use real names (surname) of people or locations. I don't have much knowledge about places, people, ethnicities, traits, or how people from different cultures and nationalities are. The biggest issue is that I've never left my own town to explore other places. While the internet can show me locations and how specific places look, I struggle to describe them due to my shortcomings as a writer. So, everything in this story is entirely made up. :)