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[Warning: this story contains dark themes] **** Seven years ago, Ruby Emerald believed she had everything: love, stability, a future she could finally trust. On her wedding anniversary, she planned a surprise that would change their lives forever. Instead, her world shattered. She found her husband having sex with his ex, the words that followed cutting deeper than the betrayal itself. He said loving her made him feel small. Empty. The child she carried was her quiet miracle, who never got the chance to be born. Ruby lost her pregnancy on the very day meant to celebrate life, sealing her heartbreak in silence. When grief had barely settled, life demanded more. Her mother’s heart was failing. There was a need for surgery, which was devastatingly expensive. Her father’s debts threatened to swallow the family business whole. Ruby was drowning. Then came the knock on her hospital door. Her ex-husband’s stepfather, Max Byron, stepped inside, immaculate and unreadable, his presence commanding the room before he spoke a single word. A man of power, control, and secrets. “I can solve all your problems,” he said. Hope flared, dangerous and fragile until he finished: “My only condition… is that you marry me.” Trapped between survival and self-respect, Ruby is forced into a marriage built on necessity, not love. But beneath the cold arrangement and unspoken boundaries, something unsettling begins to grow, slow, restrained, impossible to ignore. Because the most dangerous thing about this marriage isn’t the bargain she made— It’s the feelings she never agreed to feel.

I thought I was chasing his elder brother but end up falling for his younger brother my enemy.

The Cat Between Us Xu Jin, a reckless second-generation young master, runs away from his wealthy family in a burst of stubborn rebellion. Determined to prove he can live independently, he buys an apartment, armed with nothing but confidence, a skateboard, and absolutely zero life skills. Meanwhile, Liang Chen, a gentle literature professor, lives quietly next door with his lively grandmother. Their home is calm, tidy, filled with tea fragrance and old books — the opposite of Xu Jin’s chaotic new life. Their paths collide in a pet shop when both try to buy the same white male kitten. A ridiculous bidding war ends with Xu Jin winning the cat, much to Liang Chen’s frustration. Neither realizes they will soon be neighbors — until moving day brings the shocking discovery that they live separated by only one wall. Xu Jin names the kitten Yunhu, and immediately learns that independence is far harder than imagined. He can’t cook, can’t clean properly, and now has a mischievous cat destroying his apartment. Next door, Liang Chen is endlessly annoyed by mysterious crashes, meows, and the unstoppable chaos leaking through the wall — yet secretly, he finds himself wanting to meet the kitten he cannot touch. As days pass, Xu Jin’s unhealthy eating and exhaustion catch up to him. One night, he collapses near his open doorway, too weak to seek help. Yunhu escapes to the corridor and scratches at Liang Chen’s door, leading the professor to discover the half-conscious Xu Jin on the floor. With his grandmother’s help, Liang Chen rushes the taller, delirious young master to the hospital in the middle of the night. Bound together by a white cat, thin walls, and an unexpected emergency, two very different lives begin to intertwine — setting the stage for slow healing, reluctant companionship, and a relationship neither of them saw coming

she thought after graduation it’d be boring, like blazers and deadlines and maybe shitty coffee. not… this. not waking up next to someone who could buy a whole city just because he felt like it. fate probably packed its bag, booked a one-way flight, and said “good luck, babe,” because what kind of joke is marrying the man everyone whispers about but no one’s actually seen? he doesn’t talk much. he doesn’t need to. the room bends around him, and somehow she’s the idiot standing there pretending she’s not scared. he’s cold, or that’s what she tells herself, until he’s not. until the smile looks like danger and the touch feels like a threat dressed up as affection. and maybe it’s love. maybe it’s something uglier. maybe it’s both, tangled so tight she can’t tell which is choking her first. either way, there’s no running. not from him. not from what he is. Welcome to Lords of Obsession. Where love doesn't bloom. It bleeds. --- THE HUNTER LORDS OF OBSESSION BOOK ONE

EXCERPT "Do you know what I love about you, Stella?" he whispered, his voice low and dangerous as his eyes darkened with desire. Before she could respond, Simon leaned closer, his breath warm against her neck. Slowly, his fangs emerged, glinting in the dim light. His fingers traced a path along her skin, slipping beneath the fabric of her shirt, sending a shiver through her. "Those pure, innocent doe eyes of yours," he murmured, his voice almost tender, "the way they plead with me, like you think you can stop me." Panic flared in her chest, and she pressed against his firm body, trying to push him away. "Sir, please... I am married. This is wrong—it’s a sin to go after a married woman." His response was a low, rumbling chuckle that sent chills down her spine. It wasn’t just the sound of it; it was the darkness behind it. The amusement in his laughter terrified her. "And I am a sinner, my little fish," he replied, his voice dripping with menace as his eyes flashed with hunger, before sinking his fangs in her neck.

Jasmine Towers married billionaire Keith Acland in an arranged marriage meant to benefit two powerful families. There was no love, no romance—and Jasmine accepted it. As the CEO’s wife, she devoted herself to maintaining the perfect image and raising her son to become the rightful heir of the Acland family. Everything collapses when Keith’s former lover returns… with a child she claims is his. Overnight, Jasmine’s position is questioned. Her son’s inheritance is threatened. And the woman who once stood quietly beside her husband is pushed out of her own home. Betrayed by her husband and abandoned by high society, Jasmine is forced into a ruthless battle for survival—where losing means watching her son lose everything. Jasmine must fight to protect her child… and reclaim what was stolen from her.

I watched as Dad looked at me with some kind of angered expression, as usual he believes her.  " Fiona, how many times do i have to tell you to have some respect for my wife? Whether you like it or not she's now your mother. Is this a way to treat your mother"?  "She can never be my mother, she doesn't even have the qualities of being a mother. Why do you always side with her? Can't you see the way she's treating me"?  "Enough Fiona"!!! "You promised mom that you'd always love me and take care of me, but I'm a slave in my own father's house"!! "Hey, don't try to manipulate my husband, what you did was wrong and you expect me not to caution you? Go to your room" I just watched as Dad expression fell, she was manipulating him and turning him against his own daughter.  "You heard her Fiona, go to your room".

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?”

“This is my resignation.” He doesn’t look up. “Where’s the money?” “…Money?” “The compensation.” That’s when she learns walking away isn’t free. Ten years after vanishing from each other’s lives, Seo Jiah ends up working for her high school ex — now the ruthless CEO of Daeyeon Holdings. He keeps it cold. She treats him like the mistake she never healed from. They both keep lying. The contract locks her in. The past keeps finding ways back in. Jiah doesn’t beg. She doesn’t fold. She fights him in meeting rooms, in late-night emails, and in every look they pretend doesn't linger. He pushes. She pushes back. The office becomes a battlefield where the flashbacks bleed in—the love they buried, the way it ended, and the kind of hurt that doesn’t die quietly. She’s not just trapped. She’s cornered—and dangerous. He acts untouchable, but she’s the only one who ever got close enough to break him. Some reunions don’t come with closure. They come with teeth.

WARNING: Some mature content!!! 18+ This is what you call Urbantasy.. Fantasy in an urban setting with a strong female lead -- a story riddled in mystery, magic, and a lot of sass. ======= CHAPTER 1 sneak peek! ======= The air between them tightened like a rope. Cael leaned closer, head tilting slightly, pulling at her waist again, smugness softened into something sharper and quieter. His eyes flicked to her lips then back to her eyes as if asking for permission he didn't need. Hunger of a different kind pumped through Cael. The hunger that Galathea unmistakably recognized as it pressed hard against her lower abs, forcing through the fabric as if it can tear through. At the sensation, Galathea's mouth parted before she could stop it. Her whole body screamed at her to either shove him away or close the last inch between their lips herself. ===== SYNOPSIS ===== Galathea Brooks spent her life surviving quietly -- counting inventory, enforcing rules, keeping her head down inside one of the most powerful art institutions in the city. It's a simple life because paint doesn't talk; power doesn't notice people like her. and names are just names. -- That is... until a painting remembered her. When ancient works buried beneath Artemis Art Gallery began to respond to Galathea's presence, she becomes the center of the system that's older than the building itself. A system that cataloged her long before she knew it existed. Her name is not a coincidence. It is a KEY. Cael Alexander, on the other hand, has always understood control. As Artemis' immaculate but dangerous CEO, he manages secrets like no other. He knows the gallery and its bowels more than anyone. He knows what's hidden; he knows what's awaken. What he didn't expect, however, was Galathea. As archaic works of art start to stir, boundaries fracture -- between observer and artifact, power and possession, restraint and desire. Every choice Galathea makes draws her deeper into fate that doesn't want permission... only acknowledgement. Mind you, awakenings don't ask when you're ready.

One day a guy awakens an ability to upgrade things. Follow along to find out what he does with his newfound powers and find out whether the world is as simple as it has always appeared. ... Due note that the start will be significantly more slice of lifey than the later parts as it is designed to get a better understanding of the characters and their personalities.

[Single Love Interest GL/Yuri!] (Tsundere Fox-In-A-Wolf) X (Patient Wolfpack Leader) ⧖ ⧖ ⧖ I never asked to be a part of werewolf society - or this world. Every day that passes, the mating bond between my protector and I threatens to occur, once and for all. To consume me entirely... and lock my path with this world that sits on the brink. ⧖ ⧖ ⧖ One minute I was Citra Lomdi - a Princess to a kingdom of silk and secrets in a whole other place. There, I was a *magnificent* Fox shifter... maneuvering effectively enough in the gilded cage that was my life. The next thing I knew... I was trapped in the body of a she-werewolf being rejected by her mate. A man that wanted the original owner, Helene Duskpaw, to accept the rejection of the bond so badly that he'd be easily convinced to kill me. He did *almost* seem to be trying! But my problems didn't end there. An 'Apocalypse System' has chosen me. Or this body. A countdown timer reminds me, whenever I look, that fate can be measured. That there might be a point to my arrival here. A fierce & brilliant female CEO of a supernatural society tech empire has their sights on me, too. The Alpha of the Rimecoat Pack that is quite annoyingly... as sexy as she is powerful. This Kyrie Voss also seems to believe she is my fated mate. Silly wolf superstitions. Whether that is true or not, isn't really important! I'm caught in between a cold-snap future and a hot-love pursuit... but I will not be caged and tamed. Not by the bickering wolf within me I share this body with, the rogues that see me unmarked, or the Alpha that can set my blood on fire with her amazing restraint... Even as I set her ablaze with my touch. The issue that I'm not sure I'm fit to handle is... Helene was pregnant before she died. So now, I am too. ⧖ ⧖ ⧖ Other Relevant Tags: #Comedy #Serious #Dramatic #SliceOfLife #PowerfulCouple #KingdomBuilding #Seductive #Survival #FatedLove #Supernatural #Romance #Urban #Fox #Tsundere

Amara Piers is living the dream everyone double-taps on Instagram. For ten years, Sebastian Creed hasn’t just been her husband; he’s been her entire world. As the charismatic CEO of a global empire, Sebastian is the man who has everything, yet he acts as if Amara is his only prize. The handwritten morning notes, the spontaneous anniversary trips to Paris, the way he looks at her as if she’s the only woman in the room—it was the "perfect" marriage. Or so she thought. The facade doesn’t crack; it shatters. On a mundane Thursday morning, a stranger delivers a sentence that turns Amara’s fairy tale into a psychological horror story: “Ma’am, I’m sorry... but your marriage certificate and your child’s adoption papers are both fake.” In one heartbeat, Amara realizes she isn’t a wife, and she might not legally be a mother. The man she worshipped hasn’t just been keeping secrets; he’s been orchestrating a decade-long performance. As the walls of her high-end life close in, Amara must face a terrifying reality: Sebastian Creed didn't marry her because he loved her. He "captured" her. Now, the woman who was once his greatest treasure is becoming his greatest threat. To reclaim her life and walk away from her husband's child, Amara must disappear from a man who has the resources to find anyone, anywhere. But how do you run from a man who knows your every thought before you even think it? She was the woman he claimed to love. Now, she’s the one woman he can’t be allowed to keep.

Arianne Summers was once the most feared woman in the business world—until love became her fatal mistake. Publicly betrayed by her fiancé, her empire stolen in a calculated corporate takeover, Arianne vanished from the spotlight, determined never to return. Five years later, her quiet life is interrupted by an unexpected knock. On her doorstep stand two scheming four-year-old twins holding a handmade sign: “Marry Our Uncle!” Their uncle, Franz Rochefort, is a world-famous actor reluctantly thrust into the role of CEO after his brother’s death. Overwhelmed, underestimated, and struggling to keep both his company and his family together, Franz needs help—even if he doesn’t know it yet. What begins as a logical, temporary arrangement quickly spirals into chaos as fake dates turn real, old enemies resurface, and two tiny matchmakers launch Operation: Make Uncle and New Aunt Fall in Love. In a world where power is currency and love is a liability, Arianne must choose—revenge against the past, or the unexpected family she never planned to have. A ruthless CEO. A reluctant superstar. Two scheming children. And a love story that was never part of the plan. #ceoromance #reversedroles #slowpaced #loveaftermarriage special thanks to @schreient_rui Join my new discord server: https://discord.gg/pj5ad3QgRk

In the heart of Nairobi’s rising fashion scene, Leila Peters is a designer with fire in her veins and heritage stitched into every seam she creates. From a modest Westlands studio, she dreams of taking African luxury to the world — on her own uncompromising terms. But the industry is ruthless. When elite designer Nadia Kibet targets her work, her team, and her reputation ahead of Nairobi Fashion Week, Leila finds herself fighting not just for recognition, but survival. Betrayal creeps close, ambition demands sacrifice, and the cost of authenticity grows heavier by the day. Then Alex Njoroge enters her world — a powerful media executive whose influence can elevate brands overnight. He sees Leila’s brilliance before the world does, and offers her something far more dangerous than opportunity: belief. As rivalry ignites, love deepens, and Bloom — Leila’s vision for a global African fashion empire — begins to rise, she must decide how much of herself she’s willing to burn to reach the top. Because in fashion, as in love, creation always begins in fire.

On New Year’s Eve, which was supposed to be a happy moment for everyone, Yunah’s and Noah’s lives turned into a tragedy. A 15-year-old girl, Yunah Rai, happened to witness the accident of 10-year-old Noah Shrestha and his family. She blamed herself for the death of Noah’s parents, always believing that the accident had been caused by her. Though she succeeded in saving Noah’s life, she carried the guilt of his parents’ death. Even after years, she couldn’t heal or forgive herself for that incident. That accident completely changed her life. It became her deepest trauma. For Noah, however, it was completely different. He never blamed Yunah for the accident, because he knew the truth. Instead, he had been trying to find her his whole life, to thank her and repay the kindness of that night when she saved him. Deep inside, he had always yearned for her. From the moment she saved his life, it was love at first sight. Over the years, Noah painted countless pictures of Yunah from the time she was 15 and kept them hidden away in a private room where no one was ever allowed to enter. The red scarf, which Yunah had wrapped around him on the day of the accident became his treasure and a favourite scarf. She had become his secret, his obsession, a beautiful obsession. He didn’t care that she was older than him. All he wanted was for her to be in his life. And finally, after eight years, Noah meets Yunah again, this time in his school, just a week after he turned 18. Will Yunah ever fall for Noah, despite him being younger? Will she accept him? Will she forgive herself for the tragedy of that New Year’s Eve? To know all this, the story continues… SPOILER- "Noah, at just eighteen, is the leader of shadowveil and it is an underworld gang."

(trigger warning. This book contains mature themes) ****** "I can't..." she gasped between broken moans, her voice trembling somewhere between pain and pleasure. Every thrust seemed to blur the line between surrender and defiance. Then she whispered a name between her sweet cries ...it wasn’t mine. I froze. A slow, humorless smile curved my lips as the sound of his name filled the space between us. “Raph…” she breathed. I leaned in, my mouth brushing her ear. Feeling her tremble from touch until my teeth nibbled her earlobes hard enough to make her whimper and her fold to clench around my fingers. “Wrong name, Lynn.” I hissed, withdrawing from the warmth of her insides. I felt her body tense. She clawed at my shoulders, a desperate plea in every touch. “Don’t…” she whimpered. Those jade-like eyes unravelled me that moment. I could feel the ache in my trousers. A troublesome little viper. A cruel smile traced my lips hiding my emotions. “You called the wrong name,” I murmured, my voice low, dangerous. “And bad girls deserve to be punished.” Her glossy eyes met mine... so full of confusion, want, and power she didn’t yet understand. If she only knew how close I was to breaking. Because the only name she should be calling… was mine. Lucien. I craved it as badly as the air I breathe. ****** For better or for worse, till death do us part. That was their vows at the altar, but her husband broke them first.. He claims an open marriage is the solution to their childless marriage and that it's to protect her own interests. But all Braelyn sees is a prison built from guilt and lies. One heartbroken night, she stumbles into a karaoke bar and into the arms of Lucien. A man shrouded in mystery, rebellion, and danger. His very presence tells her to run but it also gives her the solace she craved. She never expected to see him again after she ran, forgetting his sinful existence, but life wasn't done making a joke out of her. Lucien isn't just any man, but one who can destroy everything she believes in. The man she was never meant to meet. Her husband's uncle The black sheep of the Volkov dynasty. A man whose desire will ruin her. Lucien knows she can't be his, but he was never a man who respected social norms. He doesn't care about anything but her every sin and touch. All he wants… is her, no matter how sinful it gets.

Family is a luxury not everyone can afford. Adelyn learned that the day Clara returned to the Scott family —and she quietly stopped belonging. No one abused her. No one hurt her openly. But the love that was once hers alone became divided. The attention that once chose her … became something she had to borrow. And whenever something precious stood between her and Clara —Adelyn was the one asked to let go. Not once. Not twice. But every single time. Her dreams. Her choices. Her place in the family. Her heart didn’t break in a single moment —it wore down slowly … until nothing remained worth fighting for. So, she erased herself from their world. Not in anger. Not in revenge. But to save what little of herself was left. ————— Seven years later, Adelyn returned. Not for the Scott family. Not for their love. She came back for the dreams she was once forced to abandon —and this time, nothing would be taken from her. No compromises. No sacrifices. Only her life. Her rules. She breathed in freedom. “No family…no shackles.” But just then— Two small arms wrapped around her legs. She stiffened. Looking down, she met a pair of familiar doe eyes staring up at her with unwavering trust. “Mama … Eira waited long for you. Don’t leave again.” …Mama? Before she could understand or react, a tall shadow fell over them. A man stood there —gaze sharp, cold, claiming —looking at her like she had belonged to him. “You dared to show up again?” Adelyn felt clueless. She would have asked him what he meant, however — Before she could speak — the ground vanished beneath her feet. A powerful arm lifted her effortlessly. “Since you dared …” his voice dropped —low, restrained, dangerous. “Don’t think of escaping again.