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My Monster Man

In the rotting husk of a world where cities burn under atomic skies and power is measured in blood and blackmail, Draxton is owned by the Krossvales — seven orphaned brothers raised by a sadistic father into gods of violence. They deal in weapons, fear, and broken bodies, profiting from every war while the rest of humanity chokes on ash. Vernon Krossvale is their blade: 6'2" of scarred, combat-hardened muscle, long dark hair framing a face carved from stone and rage, coat always open over a bare, slashed torso. He kills without blinking, feels nothing when he does — until the night a girl sees him gut a man in the forest with brass knuckles and pull out his intestine. Vernon's death gaze falls on her. She runs. He smells her fallen handkerchief. And something inside him — long dead — wakes up. Ira Royvane never wanted Draxton. She came for survival, not salvation. But that night branded her. She was never meant to survive the gaze that pinned her in the dark — eyes that saw her to the bones. Vernon haunts every sketch she draws — his bloodied hands, his shadowed eyes, his lethal beauty. When the Krossvales seize her school through threats and terror, turning classrooms into their personal hunting ground, Ira becomes prey in their empire of cruelty. The Krossvales violate the girls the way wolves tear meat from still-kicking prey—playful, tearing, taking turns. Any brother, father, boyfriend who bares teeth in defense is dragged down and opened from throat to groin. While innocence bleeds—the monsters laugh . Vernon watches — always watching — helpless against Kai’s insanity and his own buried guilt. Until the day Ira crashes into him again, body pressed to his fever-hot skin, and for one heartbeat the monster feels something worse than emptiness: need. The man who has never wanted anything now wants one thing above all: her. Not to destroy. Not to possess. To shield. To keep. To feel something other than guilt and emptiness for the first time in his ruined life. In a city where mercy is suicide and love is the deadliest sin, a monster begins to question his chains — and a girl begins to wonder if the nightmare who haunts her drawings might be the only one capable of saving her from the rest of the monsters . **My Monster Man** — A raw, obsessive dark romance of guilt that bleeds, trauma that scars, forbidden desire that burns, and the fragile, dangerous hope that even the blackest heart can still protect the soul it was never meant to touch.
Anuvuti_Roy · 1.2k Views

What's Wrong With Being An Omega Nanny?

Elias winced, his frail body trembling as Viktor pinned his wrists above his head, the mafia boss's broad frame caging him against the cold kitchen wall. The scent of gunpowder and Viktor's Alpha Pheromones... dark, like smoked cedar... flooded Elias's senses, making his knees weak. His suppressants were failing, his vanilla Omega scent slipping through, and Viktor's grey eyes burned with something dangerous. "Sir... you... You told me to stay away from your..." Elias stammered, his voice a shaky whisper. "Shh," Viktor growled, his lips brushing Elias's ear, sending a shiver down his spine. "Not another word, Elias." Elias shut his eyes, heart pounding, as Viktor's grip tightened, the heat of his body igniting a forbidden spark that could ruin them both. 'How the hell did it get to this?' . Elias Kane is a weak omega on the edge, hiding his sweet vanilla scent behind cheap suppressants to survive in a world that despises his kind. With his sister Lila in a coma and hospital bills crushing him, the nineteen-year-old takes a dangerous job as a nanny for Dante and Dario, the wild twin sons of Viktor Drago, a mafia kingpin whose icy heart and chiselled features hide a brutal past. Living in Viktor's fortress-like estate, Elias must lie about being a Beta, dodging the twins' relentless chaos and the watchful eyes of a house where trust is a blade's edge. But Viktor, scarred by an omega's betrayal, is a storm Elias can't escape. Elias's gentle care for the twins chips away at Viktor's cold exterior, his forbidden scent stirring an obsession the Alpha can't deny. When a rival Alpha catches Elias's scent, jealousy ignites Viktor's possessive side, trapping Elias in a web of lust and danger. What would happen when Viktor finds out Elias is an Omega? Will it be too late for both of them?
Pop_Corn11 · 546.1k Views

Tied To His Forbidden Obsession (BL)

╭──────༺♡༻──────╮ In a city ruled by mafia bloodlines and vampire supremacy, survival is not a right—it’s a privilege that has to be earned. Adrian appears to be just a delivery worker trying to keep his mother alive in a world that devours the poor. But because of his bloodline he knows which streets to avoid, which eyes not to meet, and how to stay invisible. He’s learned that discipline keeps you alive longer than courage ever will. But one wrong hallway changes everything. After witnessing a murder meant to erase a past that refuses to stay buried, Adrian finds himself trapped under the control of Lucian Black—a young, untouchable vampire mafia boss whose power bends technology, territory, and lives with effortless precision. Adrian is not killed. He is kept. What begins as containment turns into something far more dangerous as Adrian proves impossible to break, impossible to discard, and increasingly impossible to ignore. Lucian remains cold, distant, unreachable—yet the longer Adrian exists within his world, the more fragile that distance becomes. In a society where vampires determine rank, loyalty is always bought with blood, and obsession is the deadliest currency of all, being wanted can be worse than being hunted. And some bonds, once formed, were never meant to be escaped. ╰──────༺♡༻──────╯ https://discord.gg/F5N7Ut45X. My book's discord server. Hi guys! it’s me again! This is my Cupid’s Quill entry. I don’t plan to pause my WSA book but I’d appreciate if you guys can support this one first for the next one and half month, please support me. I really want this as a career also I’m very much open to suggestions and corrections. Thanks for your love
precious_mcay · 6.3k Views

The Mafia Lord's Secret Lover

Evelyn Walters was the perfect heiress, until one reckless night with her father’s greatest enemy ruined everything. Pregnant, disgraced, and cast out of the Walters family, she left with nothing but her unborn child. Years later, she's survived. But as a single mother, the life she built was fragile until the man from her past discovered the truth. Now he wants her and his son. But how can Evelyn trust the father of her child... when he's also the enemy of the man who raised her? **** Excerpt: "B-Boss... the woman you slept with that night... she wasn't the supermodel the company just signed," Dylan stammered, his voice trembling. Axel's brow furrowed even further. He tried digging through the hazy, alcohol-soaked memories of that night.  Of course, he remembered the party. He remembered the whiskey. But the woman? Nope. His brain served up a blank slate. "Who was she?" Dylan swallowed. "The first daughter of William Walters." "Cough! Cough!" Axel coughed violently, his face turning red and eyes wide with shock. He never thought that woman would end up in his bed.  --- Curiosity won, as always. Evelyn grabbed the remote and hit the power button. The screen lit up, and her jaw dropped. Her eyes went wide, as if the Grim Reaper himself had just stepped out of the TV to ask for her phone number. “What the…? Why does my personal source of misery pop up the second I turn this thing on?” Because there he was, Axel Knight, gliding out of his luxury car like some corporate deity on his way to a business banquet. Evelyn scrambled for the remote to turn it off, but of course, fate had other plans. Axel turned to the camera and gave a casual wave, acknowledging the paparazzi vultures lined up outside. She hated to admit it, but the man looked sinfully good in his signature black suit and high turtleneck, his sleek black hair framing a face that could stop traffic and quite possibly her breathing. Then, suddenly, her stomach clenched. Her hand instinctively rubbed her flat belly. “Little tenant, did you just say you recognize him?”
PurpleLight · 1.9m Views

Bad Mafia's Endangered Rose

At nineteen, Roslyn(Rose/Rosie) has her life carefully mapped out in the quiet hill station where she lives with her sister-in-law Diana and two adoring kids. She's sworn to stay far away from the mafia world that destroyed families and claimed everyone she loved. It's a simple promise: no criminals, no dangerous men, no connections to her only brother Lirio who now took over her father's mafia empire. Rosie made a promise she intends to keep—no matter the cost she'd never fall for a killer. Then one moved in next door—all dark eyes and dangerous smiles, claiming to be a friendly stranger. Leonard's lying. He's the Apex. And he's hiding in her backyard. Fresh from winning the Blood battle and claiming the title of Apex—the deadliest young assassin in a generation—he's supposed to be lying low, healing, and staying invisible while every crime family in the hemisphere hunts him for the ultimate prize: a favour from the Mafia Lord himself. Instead, he's stealing roses from her garden to leave on her window, pillow, in between notebooks. And slowly, dangerously, becoming part of her world. She tries to hate him. He makes it impossible. Rose thinks he's an arrogant intruder who's trying to steal even her niece and nephew's affection. He thinks she's a naïve dreamer playing at normalcy while danger circles closer than she realises. They argue, they clash, they nearly kiss in his terrace garden under the stars. And with every late-night tutoring session every shared secret, every moment of unexpected tenderness, the walls between them crumble. But Rose isn't the only one falling. And unknowingly their fate is uncovering a conspiracy. The dark truth about the massacre that destroyed his family as it begins to unravel a web of lies that reaches into the highest levels of his own organisation. The closer they gets to the truth, the closer danger gets to Rose. Because someone wanted their mafia family dead. And when they discover its heirs are still alive—the last surviving ones to a legacy of power—they'll finish what they started. Two people trying to escape their fates. One impossible choice. He can return to his world and protect her from afar. Or he can stay and risk everything—his title, his life, and the fragile promise Rose made to the family she has left. In a story where loving the wrong person can get you killed and trust is a luxury neither can afford, Rose and the Leonard(Apex) must decide: Is love worth dying for? Or is survival worth living without it?
mysti_quill · 1.4k Views

CROWNED IN ASH : THE DEVIL'S ONLY PULSE

Power didn't taste like wine or gold. It tasted like ash. For five thousand years, Lucian Vane has ruled the shadows of Sicily as the untouchable Devil Don—a man whispered about like a curse and feared like a god. But beneath the empire, beneath the wealth and bloodshed, he is nothing more than a king in a graveyard. Cursed by an ancient betrayal, his touch is death itself. Skin to skin, and everything turns to ash. Empires have fallen beneath his hands… but so has every chance at warmth, at life, at something as simple as a heartbeat against his own. He has everything—except the one thing he cannot have. Human touch. Elara Valerius is the opposite of everything he is. Where his world burns, hers is empty. A Null. A void. A woman untouched by magic—and untouched by feeling. Raised without emotion, she moves through life with cold detachment, untouched by fear, love, or pain. So when she is offered in place of her sister to settle a deal with the Devil Don, she accepts without hesitation. Not as a sacrifice… but as someone who has nothing left to lose. She walks into his domain not to survive— but to finally feel something. Even if it’s death. But death doesn’t come. When Lucian’s lethal hand closes around her throat, the world does not crumble into dust. Instead, something impossible happens— The curse breaks. For the first time in five millennia, Lucian feels a heartbeat beneath his palm. For the first time in her empty existence, Elara feels fire. What binds them is not salvation. It is addiction. Their touch becomes a dangerous hunger—one that drags Lucian closer to obsession and awakens something fragile and dangerowithin Elara. But the truth carved into her very bones threatens to destroy them both. Because Elara is not just the cure to his curse. She is the blood of the woman who destroyed him. And the closer they get, the more the past begins to rise from the grave—bringing betrayal, vengeance, and a fate that was written in blood long before they were ever born. In a world where touch means death, they are the only exception. But some curses were never meant to be broken. And some loves were never meant to survive.
qudseesheikh · 2k Views