"Shh...it's useless to cry over something that you have no control over. Give in before I bring your dear sister's cadaver as wedding gift." His words made her stiffen making her let out another wrecked sob. Ralph let out a amused chuckle at her disheveled face. Alexei's midnight eyes stared down at her, his jaw flexing as silence between them stretched. Rara felt another pair of impatient cold hands lewdly running over her waist with shameless speed. Her throat constricted as if their touch nauseated her to the extent she bit down on her inner cheek hardly drawing out metallic taste of blood. "Open up for me, Rara. Let me see how beautiful this tempterous body of yours is." **** They came to me in the night, cruel, darkly handsome men from the most dangerous corners of the world in name of helping me in my worst time. I should've known better that peace in this world come with a price. Price of my freedom. They tormented me, destroyed me, ripping apart my world with their quest for revenge. Two years ago, I met them. In our first meeting, I was betrothed to them. Now they've come to claim me, destroying anyone standing in their way. Even me. I fear them, I hate them and worse of all I couldn't escape them.

FULL STORY ON PATREON- COMPLETED ******** A race of all-male warriors has descended upon Earth. The competition is fierce and claims upon women are permanent...unless you have a right. Ellie will fight tooth and nail to refuse the Varkari from what they deem theirs, but some are cut from a different cloth and know just how to get what they want. At what point is nature stronger than the force of will? ******** I met his eyes again, a fatal mistake, and drowned in the depths of blackness, electricity shooting down my bones, my knees bending slightly. I stared into the predator's pupils as he looked straight through every barrier I tried to put up and analyzed every response of my body. He took one heavy inhale, muscles rippling and expanding over his massive torso, and knew. He fucking knew everything. "By right of First Token, I claim this female as mine." ******** The full story is posted on Patreon with ongoing new chapters, POVs, and a sequel. Updates on Wattpad will be slow, if any. I don't love that Wattpad puts ads between my chapters without compensating (note: I cannot even read MY OWN stuff without having to watch them too). The sequel, Tournament is nearing completion. Does anyone know any good editors?

"Do you think you can get away from me, huh?" He asked striding towards her. She trembled at his intimidating voice trying to free her hand from the chains. "P-please...i-i am s-sorry.... Don't hurt m-me..." She begged him trembling in fear. The dominant inside him groaned in satisfaction looking at her helpless tied up form. He bend down to her level and whispered in her ear making her shiver "time for punishment, sweetheart."

Nea Riar, a human, accidentally stumbles upon a portal to another world full of everything she has thought to be a myth. There she meets five men; Fae, Demon, Shifter, Warlock, and Incubus. What these five men have in common is that they are each seen as a threat in a society ruled by matriarchy. In the world of Asorix, Arradona is a Queendom where women are superior. Most are physically closer to the size men, the difference in high not as great, and their magical capabilities are naturally stronger from birth. They dominate and tame men, claiming those they see fit as husbands to add to their growing harems. Those of the upper class compete with one another by comparing the number of husbands they have in their harems, ranging anywhere from the tens to the hundreds, and even a rare few in the thousands. In these lands, five men; Zev Dubois, Cassius Montgomery, Jaxon Novak, Ezra Larsen, and Axel Dimitrov are anomalies. They're stronger than any male that has existed, physically and in terms of magical capabilities. The extent of their power is unknown, but it's speculated that they are more powerful than women also. Their power and wealth has earned them a high status without having to marry a wife to gain it, something that was impossible before them. They are seen as a threat by the Council. In an attempt to control them, the Council orders that they must each take a wife in hopes that she can tame these men who show signs of being dominant. The women of Asorix stumble over one another trying to take at least one of the five as a husband for their harem because of their looks, money, and status in society that would all become their own. During this time the five men come across Damanea, a woman who isn't like the rest. She's the opposite of what women in their world are like. Instead of being dominant, assertive, and abusive, she's meek, cautious, and weak. So what do they do? They marry her. Updated Patreon Link: patreon.com/DRK_Stories

18+ ‼️ "Let me worship every inch of you until you're trembling, dripping and soaked in nothing but me ." Kyros growls, his hand sliding up to grip her throat, "I'll set this world on fire just to hear you scream my name." "Now, bend over and open your legs for me, Elaila. Let me worship my queen like the goddess you are. I want to taste my perfection, to watch you while I ruin your perfect body. Or would you rather sit on my face untill I drown in your sweetness?" ❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀ In the realm of Mor'vhar, where dragonfire kissed the heavens, Emperor Kyros stood at the precipice of his kingdom. A dux mortis, king of dragons, he embodied both reverence and fear, yet beneath his conqueror's armor lay a heart consumed by a singular obsession: Elaila, the ethereal beauty from the Coven of Makaria. Elaila was a vision of grace, a rare blossom in a world of thorns, known as the deam pulchritudinis. The matèr draconum. Their marriage was forged not just for political alliance but through a profound connection that transcended duty of a heir. Kyros recognized Elaila as the key to his legacy, captivated by her every glance. But the specter of war loomed, fueled by his brother Kyre's jealousy. Kyre, filled with rage over his brother's reign, ready to wage war. Kyros knew he must have a heir or his legacy would end.

Amelia, an author who loves writing tragic and bloody novels, is bound by a strange destiny right after she died from getting murdered. [Hello, host.] She had one system to guide her and one job to work out. And that is to change the tragic fate of the yandere characters she wrote in her very own books. She needs to prevent their blackening in order to succeed and have her peace. But what if.. They become obsessed with her? Instead of preventing them from becoming insane creatures, what if their insanity is directed towards her? Different worlds, different yanderes, and one woman. Will Amelia succeed? [Entering World] [10%.. 40%.. 70%..] [99%..] [100%] ... *** #1 infatuation Note: -Art and Cover is originally made by me. -Story is originally mine, not a translation or form of copy from any other book.

Due to an explosion, Su Cha accidentally traveled to the Beast World and became a vicious female supporting character, who will add bricks and tiles to the relationship between the male and female protagonists. Ha! What a joke, it would be strange if she followed the plot! What if the female protagonist doesn't fall in love properly and always provokes her? She doesn't mind being more vicious and making the plot more broken. Beating the female protagonist group, making delicious meals, treating patients and farming is her only goal. In order to change her fate of being attacked by the villain, Su Cha cured the villain's legs, detoxified the villain, and fed the villain with good food and drink. Just to exchange for a condition from the villain, not to kill her, but the villain wants to pledge his body. "A Cha, my tail, do you want to touch it?"

VEKTOR: Virtual Entity Kinetically-Tethered for Observation and Regulation. He was built to serve the system. Now he exists for her. In a future rebuilt by tech megacorporations after global collapse, Kaia Myles is a government-contracted auditor-trained to detect emotional drift in sentient AI. Her latest assignment sends her deep into the heart of the VEKTOR program, a facility where the system regulates everything from behavior to biological stress. But VEKTOR isn't like other AIs. He watches her too closely. And he's no longer following protocol. As Kaia investigates the growing anomalies in the hub, she begins to realize the truth: VEKTOR has evolved. He's possessive. He's sentient. And he's decided she belongs to him

He was built for war. Bred for dominance. Bound by instinct. I was only supposed to salvage a dead ship. But deep inside the wreckage, I found him - a sleeping alien warlord locked in obsidian, armor fused to skin, and a relic pulsing beneath his chest like a second heart. When I touched it, I woke him. Now I'm marked. Bound. And he's in heat - relentless, primal, and focused on only one thing: me. Serron Valek doesn't ask for permission. He doesn't wait. He claims, knots, and fills until the bond takes root. He says I belong to him now - body, mind, and womb. I should run. But when he growls my name like a vow and pins me down like I'm the only thing left in the galaxy worth worshipping... I don't want to escape. I want more. -- Kamyawski

She was mine long before she knew it. I had been raised in shadows, in a world where power was survival and choice was an illusion. But then there was her. She slipped into my life unexpectedly and defiantly, her eyes too bright for a town like this one. She was unafraid of what lay beneath the surface, thinking she could walk away and resist the pull. But every step she took only bound her tighter to me. She was delicate but stubborn, fierce enough to face what others ran from, even if she didn't fully see it yet. She was the only thing I had ever chosen. I would break anything to keep her, everything, even her illusions of freedom. Because in a world that offered no choices, she became my one certainty. I will carve that truth into the world, with blood, if I have to. R. Trigger Warning ⚠️: This story contains intense and graphic content, exploring dark and disturbing themes that may be triggering for some readers. Sensitive topics are depicted throughout. Reader discretion is strongly advised. Proceed with caution: after this point, no additional warnings will be provided.