My Husband Is a Psychopath I am Anya Frances Von Hemsworth, born into power, wealth, and a life of freedom I had no intention of surrendering. But my parents had other plans. My marriage was arranged long before I understood what the word promise even meant- and the man waiting at the end of that promise is Nicholaus Henrik Vlatislov, a rising Soviet Army General... and the future President. I was Mischief. Reckless. Chaos. He was Discipline. Silence. Control. We were never meant to mix-until we were forced to. And marriage to him? It was supposed to be political. Practical. Not the beginning of my own personal nightmare. Because Nicholaus Vlatislov is not a normal man. One night, I saw him standing at the end of the hallway- his uniform soaked, his face dripping with blood. He smiled at me... that slow, terrifying, predatory grin. I blinked- And he was gone. Was it real? Or am I slowly losing my mind inside this cold, suffocating mansion? My life after the wedding becomes a prison made of marble and silence. No parties. No alcohol. No friends. No chaos. Just a dangerously calm husband who watches everything... and ignores my reckless acts as if he's waiting for me to break. But the more I try to escape him, the more I realize something horrifying- Nicholaus isn't ignoring me. He's studying me. Because the General of the Soviet Army did not marry for politics. He married for possession. Obsession. And for reasons darker than I'm prepared to understand. And now... my heartbeat doesn't belong to me anymore. It belongs to my husband- the psychopath I was forced to love.

He's my stepdad. My obsession. And I'm his favorite sin. Noxton Gray isn't just a man. He's a storm-dangerous, addictive, and impossible to escape. The world knows him as the fallen model making his comeback. I know him as the man who watches me too closely, touches me too long, and whispers that I was his the second we met. He married my mother for convenience... but he looks at me like I'm the only thing worth ruining everything for. I should fear him. I should hate him. But instead, I ache to be claimed, to be ruined, to be his. Because when Noxton Gray wants something... he doesn't stop until it's his obsession. And his obsession... is me.

Five years into the apocalypse, humanity has lost all sense of compassion. Lara didn't die at the jaws of the zombies-yet she fell victim to the greed of those she once called comrades. When she opens her eyes again, she's six years in the past-before the world collapsed, before the people she loved perished because of her mistakes. This time, she swears: she will rise from the ashes, no longer the pawn, never the prey. She will do whatever it takes to protect herself... and the ones she truly cares about. But just when she starts reclaiming her life, a persistent senior-charming, irritating, and utterly shameless-shows up, begging to join her side, begging for protection, begging to be kept close. How will Lara handle him... without losing herself again?

Four alien soldiers. One human survivor. Nothing about this is gentle. 🔥 The world ended in fire... And I woke up surrounded by monsters who claim me as theirs. They call themselves Dravari- Towering, battle-scarred predators built for war. Lethal. Disciplined. Terrifyingly beautiful. And somehow... I've become their obsession. Thalen, their commander, watches me like I already belong to him. Lyren, the medic, touches like he's trying to memorize my soul. Ryn, the mechanic, hunts for me like I'm something worth bleeding for. And Kael, the youngest, looks at me like I hung his stars. They call me their Circle Female. Their only. Their forever. But I'm still human. Still broken. And surviving this world might mean surrendering to creatures who were never meant to love me- or finding out I was never meant for Earth at all. 💀🔥 Love in the ashes. Desire among monsters. The end of the world never felt so forbidden.

Struggling to sell a single painting and drowning in student debt, Marisol Reyes, a fiercely independent but lonely artist in modern-day Chicago, is just about ready to give up on her dreams. When a mysterious storm crashes through her studio, she's pulled-brushes and all-into a world of primal beauty, where men can transform at will to different animals, cities are carved from stone and bone, and technology is nothing more than a fantasy. In this untamed realm centered around women and powered by instinct, Marisol finds herself at the center of the beastmen tribes. With no phone, no way home, and no clue how to survive in a matriarchal society where women must take multiple male consorts to stay protected, Marisol must quickly adapt-or risk becoming prey. Thrust into the spotlight, she must navigate between aggressive females, obsessive men, and unexpected desire. Armed with nothing but her creativity, courage, and the heart she wears on her sleeve, Marisol begins to uncover her place in this wild world. Maybe she doesn't need to return home after all... maybe she was meant to paint a new life here.

لطالما كان كونور نايلز وحيدًا. القاعات الهادئة وأوقات الغداء الفارغة رفاقه المألوفون. الدرجات مهمة له؛ إنها سبيله للخروج. آشلي ميلر يسيطر على ممرات المدرسة. قائد فريق هوكي الجليد، بابتسامة واثقة، واسم معروف للجميع. عندما يجمعهما مشروع صفي، يرى كونور فرصة. لكن آشلي يختفي، تاركًا كونور يتحمل العبء. بعد أيام، وتحت الأضواء القاسية لعمل كونور بدوام جزئي، يعود آشلي. هذه المرة، الأمر مختلف. يدافع عن كونور، ويقلب الأمور ضد المتنمرين. بادرة طيبة بسيطة تبدو جديدة ودافئة. يتشاركان لحظات - نزهات قصيرة، محادثات قصيرة، وفهم لعالمين يلتقيان. تنمو الصداقة حيث لم تكن من قبل. لكن آشلي يخفي سرًا خلف تلك العيون المشرقة. في إحدى الأمسيات، يقود القلق كونور إلى باب آشلي. ما يكتشفه هناك غيّر كل ما ظن أنه يعرفه 215 شابتر رئيسي يوجد قصص إضافية!☆

الفصول: 703 فصلاً نهاية العالم + الزومبي + الفضاء + تخزين الإمدادات + قائد ذكر قوي + قائدة أنثى قوية. مع حلول نهاية العالم، بدأت الكوارث الطبيعية. عواصف رملية، عواصف ثلجية، برد قارس، حرارة قارسة، ضباب كثيف، ليالٍ لا تنتهي، نباتات متحولة... أدى انهيار البيئة الحية إلى فناء البشرية. في حياتها السابقة، قُتلت نان شيانغوان بشكل مأساوي على يد أعز أصدقائها، وماتت ندمًا. عندما فتحت عينيها مجددًا، عادت إلى ما كانت عليه قبل عشر سنوات من نهاية العالم. ماذا ستفعل؟ بالطبع، اجمعوا المؤن ثم ابنوا ملاذًا آمنًا! في حياتها السابقة، عندما حلّت نهاية العالم، كان لدى نان شيانغوان مئات الملايين من اليوانات في بطاقتها المصرفية، والتي أصبحت مجرد أوراق مهملة. بعد أن وُلدت من جديد في هذه الحياة، لن تُبدّد ثروتها بالتأكيد. لذا، أخذت أخاها الأصغر وانهمكت في إنفاقٍ مُستهلِكٍ على المواد. أما الأوغاد والعاهرات من حياتها السابقة، فستختار يومًا مناسبًا لتوديعهم بضربةٍ سريعةٍ واحدة... لكن هذا الرجل الوسيم، هل رأته في مكان ما من قبل؟ "مرحبا أيها الوسيم، هل تحتاج إلى قلادة الساق؟" نظرت تشان سي يو المولودة حديثًا إلى نان شيانغوان المتضاربة وقالت بسحر: "أفتقد شخصًا يُدفئ سريري". منذ ذلك الحين، تشبثت نان شيانغوان بفخذها الذهبي بق

آنا اعتقدت أن حياتها انتهت في اللحظة التي رأت فيها زوجها، دانيل كلافورد، بين ذراعي أختها. كانت قد فقدت جنينها بالفعل بطريقة لم يلحظها دانيل قط، والآن، مع تحطم آخر خيط أمل لديها، قررت أن تغادر بهدوء. لكن القدر كان قاسياً. قبل أن تبتعد، دفعت عن شرفة عقار كلافورد. فقط... لم تمُت. عندما فتحت عينيها مرة أخرى، وجدت نفسها عائدة إلى يوم زفافها، وقد هربت أختها واضطرت آنا لأن تحل محلها كالعروس البديلة. هذه المرة، تعهدت آنا أن الأمور ستكون مختلفة. لا حب، لا توقعات، لا إخلاص أحمق لزوج يجلب لها فقط الحزن والبرود. ومع ذلك، هناك خطب ما. دانيل في هذه الحياة ليس نفس الرجل الذي تذكره. يرفض تجاهلها، يرفض تركها، والأكثر صدمة - يرفض طلاقها. "أقول لكِ، آنا. توقفي عن إدخال الطلاق في محادثاتنا"، حذر دانيل، وكانت صوته متوتراً. قلبه تألم، لكن رؤيته لتعبيرها الذي لا يلين جعل عزيمته تذوب. بيدين مرتعشتين، حاول أن يلمس وجهها وهمس: "أرجوكِ... امنحيني فرصة. أعدك أنني سأحبك بشكل صحيح هذه المرة." لكن آنا ضحكت بمرارة. بالنسبة إليها، دانيل كلافورد لا يزال نفس الرجل - شرير، حسابي، وخطير. تزوجها بدافع ومصلحة. والآن يجرؤ أن يتوسل إليها أن تبقى؟ اُحلم يا دانيل كلافورد. لأن هذه المرة... آنا عازمة على أن تجعله يذوق من نفس الدواء.

In a world ruled by blood, bullets, and betrayal, love is the most dangerous weapon of all. She was a quiet storm, hidden in the shadows, never meant to cross paths with the ruthless mafia heir. But when their worlds collide in a blaze of chaos, she's pulled into a life of darkness, where trust is rare and survival depends on how well you play the game. He's cold, calculated, and cruel to the world-but to her, he's something else entirely. Obsessive. Protective. Possessive. As secrets unravel and enemies close in, love becomes the only thing worth killing for. But will their passion save them... or destroy everything in its path?

Nova knew exactly what she was doing. Every glance, every offhand comment laced with something just shy of inappropriate-she loved pushing him. And Professor Steele? He was ice in a tailored suit. Distant. Disdainful. A master of dismissing her with a single look. But Nova wasn't blind-he may have played the role of the untouchable professor, but there was something in his eyes when she got too close. The line they danced around for weeks-taunting it, toeing it, pretending it didn't matter-shattered beneath the weight of a single moment. It was gentle. It was careful. It was the kind of night that branded itself into her skin. And Nova-the girl who always played it cool-found herself spiraling. Obsession bloomed like a bruise beneath the surface, spreading fast and deep.