8083 Book(s) Related to the daily life of an otaku in a fantasy world

"What do you want? Ask me." I whisper against her cheek, kissing the warm skin there. I feel my cock pushing through my pants with wild desire, my body begging, pleading, but I take a deep breath, controlling myself.

"I want you to take me somewhere..."

"What else?" I feel her soft hands slide down my arms to my wrists, she moans softly and I restrain myself at the surreptitious way she's giving herself away.

"I don't want you to stop touching me like this, I want you to feel it and praise me for being so wet right now."

At the age of 22, Dakota's life had already gone through so many ups and downs that she took a drastic step that cost her family and her dreams. Now in New York, sharing an apartment with her best friend, she finds the remnants of her anguish still alive. Thoughts of uncertainty and the feeling that she is missing out on her best period torment her every night.

On one of these nights, fate gives her a hot experience with a mysterious, much older man who will not leave Dakota's thoughts for a long time... The future is a mystery, but her new job in a multinational company will manage to shake up her life with new responsibilities and a new pair of blue eyes. Dakota thinks it would be a good idea to dive into them, after all, the man behind the black hair and tall stature is popular, a good and communicative company. Still, the man doesn't seem to be enough, he lacks his father's gray eyes, mystery, seriousness and maturity. Doubt is immoral, her feelings are too dangerous. Perhaps Dakota's biggest mistake is to hold on to something her heart and body are pushing her so hard to do. Maybe she is different because she is truly sure of what she wants, contrary to what she believes. Could they keep her most secret desires at bay?

As the Guardian of the Sylvan Enclave's Sacred Vein, the centennial Fading Period was the one time I was utterly defenseless.

Yet, on this exact day, the four High Lord brothers I had protected for centuries decided to harvest my Vein—all because our adopted human sister whined about wanting to become an elf instantly.

Without the Vein, the Enclave would wither.

In my past life, I desperately fought them off. I begged them to reconsider, promising to manually infuse her with my magic to sustain her life.

They backed down, but Cassianne's greed didn't. She sneaked into the Forbidden forest seeking a shortcut to power and was devoured by beasts.

When news of her death hit, my brothers lost their minds.

They smashed my sanctuary and physically tore open my chest.

"If you hadn't been so selfish, hoarding your Vein, she wouldn't have been so desperate! Rot in hell, you monster!"

Blinded by rage, they shattered my limbs and hollowed me out, leaving me to suffocate in my own pooling blood.

Opening my eyes again, I realized I had been reborn.

This time, I decided to give them exactly what they wanted.

I accompanied my husband's grandmother, who had just undergone heart bypass surgery, to quietly recuperate on the top floor of a private club. However, we were invaded by a woman adorned in the ruby necklace I designed, wielding my husband's supplementary card. She publicly humiliated my grandmother and locked us in a freezing cold chamber at minus sixty degrees, declaring herself to be my husband's fiancée. In a desperate attempt to save my grandmother, I publicly slandered myself, but she then reneged on her words—just as the sound of my husband's footsteps echoed from the doorway…

A madman attacked the concert hall. I threw myself over my son, taking every blow meant for him. My spine shattered in three places.

My husband Arthur subdued the attacker and rushed us to the hospital—the picture of a devoted, loving spouse.

It was only after hearing his conversation with the doctor that I finally saw his true colors.

My crippling injury was merely collateral damage. My son Ethan? Nothing but a living cornea donor for Mia—the cherished daughter he had with his first love.

He treated my child like spare parts, never knowing Mia isn't even his blood.

To please his mistress, Callum ordered me—pregnant—to dance barefoot in the black salt ice cellar.

When I stumbled back to the doorway to warm myself, the mistress covered her mouth and retched.

"I'm pregnant. I can't stand this death-stench of winter."

Only because I was a princess of the Winter Realm, born carrying frost in my veins.

Callum flew into a rage and had me locked inside a frost-crystal cage, sunk to the bottom of the ice well. No one was allowed to release me without his command.

"A princess of winter, afraid of the cold? What a joke!"

No matter how I struggled or begged, he couldn't have cared less. He and his mistress treated it as entertainment. And just like that, I froze to death at the bottom of that well.

What he didn't know was that although we winter-born are forged in bitter cold, when we carry a child, every drop of magic goes to protecting the baby. We have no defense left for ourselves. The very ice that shaped us becomes the thing that kills us.

Two days later, he was finally satisfied and ordered them to pull me up.

But I could never come back up again.

In my past life, I loved the wrong man, chose the wrong path, and died trapped in an underground prison.

Reborn and given a second chance, facing the choice between the Blackwood brothers, everyone expected me to fall into Kellan's arms again—that once "perfect lover," that demon who tortured me to death.

But this time, I chose his older brother, Kai.

I chose the eldest son rumored to be cold and ruthless, the dangerous man who handled "gray business" overseas, the only person who bled for me in my previous life.

When I took Kai's hand in front of everyone, Kellan lost his mind, and so did my twin sister Aria.

"You love me!" Kellan screamed hysterically. "How could you choose that cold-blooded bastard?"

I smiled calmly: "Because this time, I'm choosing someone who truly loves me."

The pain of my past life won't repeat itself. The revenge of this life has only just begun.

I awaited my seven-year-old son's birthday, yearning for my husband’s return, only to stumble upon him celebrating at a bar, tenderly kissing his childhood sweetheart.
I initially believed this to be yet another instance of his favoritism, until I overheard a devastating conversation and realized the truth: the precious son I had nurtured for seven years was not mine, but a product of his union with his childhood friend.
The marriage I had fought so hard to preserve was, from the very beginning, a deceitful scheme orchestrated against me.

My father chose two vampires as marriage prospects for my sister and me.

One was an immensely powerful pureblood aristocrat.

The other was Cassian, crippled by a silver curse. Confined to a wheelchair, he was a laughingstock—wracked by phantom pains and constantly on the verge of madness.

In my past life, I chose Cassian.

I drained my own blood to ease his agonizing curse. I shielded him from the relentless mockery of the Vampire Court. I even gambled my life in werewolf territory to beg for his cure.

But he never seemed to get better.

I didn't care. I remember holding his hand and telling him, "It doesn't matter. No matter what happens to you, I will always stay by your side."

Until the accident. A pack of rogue werewolves ambushed us.

Cassian shoved me precisely into the path of their claws.

Just to shield my sister, Serena, from the fatal blow.

Silver claws completely shredded my throat.

Through my fading vision, I watched Cassian stand up from his wheelchair.

The terrifying aura of a Vampire Lord erupted from him, crushing the werewolves instantly. Countless night-thralls emerged from the shadows, dropping to their knees at his feet.

That was when I understood. He was never paralyzed, and he was never mad.

Because Serena hadn't chosen him, and because he wanted absolutely nothing to do with me, he faked the illness to disgust me for years.

Then, he used my life to save his true love.

"I'm sorry for deceiving you. But I couldn't just watch Serena die."

"Elara... whatever I owe you, I'll repay in the next life."

In the bone-piercing cold, I took my last breath.

When I opened my eyes, I was back on the exact day my father forced us to make our choice.

In my past life, I exposed my cousin Isolde's deadly secret just to save Darius from absolute ruin, binding myself to him in a Soul Pact instead.

My reward?

At three months pregnant, Darius chained me to a water dungeon altar, carved my stomach open alive, and smashed our unborn child to pieces right in front of my eyes—all as a twisted sacrifice to my cousin who supposedly "died for love."

When I opened my eyes again, I was right back at the Pact Selection Ceremony.

Watching him pull her into his arms like some priceless treasure, I simply smiled and took a tactful step back.

In this life, I am going to sit back and watch the two of them burn in hell together.

Three years ago, to save my Clan Lord husband from a hunter's death trap, I forced him to stop at the border.

Instead, his First Embrace, Seraphina, crossed in his place and was burned to ashes.

Shattered by her death, he suffered a breakdown and was diagnosed with Crimson Frenzy.

For three years, I let him wildly drain my source blood, cheating death in underground clinics countless times.

This time, his violent feeding caused a miscarriage and permanently destroyed my ability to conceive.

Yet, while still in agony and desperate to find him a cure, I overheard his secret conversation with the butler.

"My Lord, Seraphina is still alive. Why keep faking this illness? If the Madame finds out and severs the Blood Pact..."

"Sever it? What right does she have? If she hadn't blocked me back then, Seraphina would never have run off with another vampire. She deserves every bit of this suffering!"

Rumored to be a bloodthirsty monster, the Dark Moon Alpha terrified my twin sister into fleeing their arranged marriage to elope with a rogue.

In my past life, my parents forced me to take her place.

Instead of dying, I ended up in the Alpha's castle, showered in the pack's unimaginable wealth.

Starving on the run, my jealous sister conspired with our parents.

They drained my wolf bloodline and burned me alive in a pure silver mine, just so she could steal my face and the Alpha's favor.

Opening my eyes, I found myself back on the night of her escape.

Instead of begging, I willingly grabbed the wedding dress.

"Elope in peace, sister. I'll marry the monster for you."

She thought she was handing me a death sentence.

But she had no idea... the obsessive love of a top-tier Alpha, and the supreme throne of the Luna...

This time, they will all be mine!

At the Ultimate Construct Tournament, my roommate beat me to the stage, unveiling the very runic matrix I had just designed in my mind.

When I confronted her about the blatant plagiarism, she burst into tears on the spot.

"You say I stole from you, but do you have even a single sketch to prove it?"

My boyfriend, Richard, sitting right there on the judges' panel, publicly condemned me.

He called me a sore loser and sneered that my vicious slander was absolutely disgusting.

Because the construct existed entirely within my mental sea, I had no physical proof.

I was crucified as a jealous bully, and ultimately, the violent magical backlash tore through me.

Right up until my last breath, I couldn't figure it out: how did she perfectly steal a top-secret construct I had only ever simulated in my mind, without leaving a single trace behind?

When I opened my eyes again, I had been reborn—right back at the start of that very tournament.

Watching my roommate step forward, ready to rush the holographic projector, I clamped a hand around her wrist.

"This time, I'm going first."

The High Fae were facing extinction, their bloodlines withering away.

Valerius, the Prince of the Shadow Realm, was a terrifying force of nature—ruthless and utterly cold.

I am Ella, a mere human who accidentally fell into a Shadow Rift, a mortal girl with nothing but survival on my mind.

Left with no other choice, I snuck into this shadow prince's bed in the dead of night.

On the day he pierced my chest to take my heart-blood to save the Witch Princess, I faked my death and ran away—carrying his half-Fae babies in my belly.

Years later, I was busy preening the starry wings of my seven little miracles.

He found me, dropping to his knees, as pathetic and desperate as an abandoned hound.

"Ella... do you really not want me anymore?"

On the eve of our Blood Pact ceremony, Caius suddenly postponed our binding ritual—all for his human sweetheart.

He unilaterally cut off the blood supply and froze all assets to the entire Vance family.

When my father went to confront him, Caius had him detained on the spot.

Desperate to save my father, I went to beg him. He gripped my jaw so hard it ached, his thumb roughly wiping away the tears forced out by the pain.

"Sera, delaying the ceremony is just a little lesson for you," he said, his tone gentle yet dripping with arrogance.

"As long as you agree to let Elara move into the manor after the wedding, and promise not to hurt her, everything stays the same."

"Otherwise, you can just go marry Alaric, that powerless tyrant of the Dark Realm. Be smart. Choose the path that keeps you alive."

I stared at him dead in the eye, not saying a word.

Thinking I had resigned myself to my fate, a satisfied smirk curled on his lips.

"Be a good girl. Wait for me to pick you up on the day of the Blood Pact."

What he didn't know was that on the day of the Blood Pact, I would step directly into the car Alaric sent, brushing right past his wedding convoy at the intersection.

Eventually, Caius would drop to his knees outside the gates of the night manor like a stray dog, begging for my forgiveness.

When twisted steel tore through my stomach in a horrific helicopter crash, I was pushed to the absolute brink of death.

In my darkest moment, Alaric, the Vampire High Lord, saved me.

He healed my shattered body, bound me as his fiercely protected mate, and spoiled me with what I thought was endless devotion.

Until tonight. My blood amulet unexpectedly resonated with our pact's magic, intercepting his encrypted call with his private physician.

"I orchestrated that crash. Maiming her was the only way to justify the continuous blood draws."

"But My Lord, drawing any more will cross the lethal threshold..."

"So what? She has a congenital immunity to pain. As long as she doesn't die, it's an honor for her to bleed to suppress Elena's werewolf venom."

The salvation I worshipped was nothing but a meticulously designed trap to harvest my veins.

If that's the case, I will tear this blood pact to shreds.

In order to raise the surgical fees for my "blind" boyfriend, I dedicated three entire years to scrubbing toilets.

I believed I was his eyes, the sole beacon of light in his world of darkness.

Until his birthday arrived, I was confronted with the sight of that "incapable" man—who required my assistance even to drink water—coddling his ex-girlfriend while flirting.

"That fool is still busy cleaning toilets," he chuckled with a patronizing grin, brandishing my late mother's memento to charm that woman. "After all, she outshone you at Parsons. Let her serve me like a dog for three years—that'll be her punishment."

It dawned on me that my sacrifices were but fodder for their idle amusement.

Drying my tears, I turned and dialed the number I had blocked for three years—the one belonging to the fiancé who controlled an entire business empire.

"Sebastian, about that arranged marriage... I accept."

I was forced by my father to fulfill an arranged engagement I'd never met face-to-face.

Pushing open the private room door, I found my fiancé Tristan celebrating his secretary Clara's birthday.

"Security! Get this beggar out of here!" Clara screamed, pointing at me.

When I revealed my identity, Tristan sneered coldly: "What bullshit engagement? I would never marry a woman like you."

Clara poured red wine over my head: "Kneel down and lick it clean!"

When I fought back, Tristan exploded in rage: "How dare you touch my woman? Hold her down!"

Four bodyguards pinned me down as Clara started a live stream: "Let everyone see this delusional bitch who doesn't know her place!"

They tore at my clothes while Tristan watched coldly, even urging them on: "Hurry up, let everyone see her true face."

Just as I was about to be completely humiliated, the door suddenly burst open—

"Do you have any idea whose daughter you're humiliating?

The boy I grew up with was this town's star quarterback.

Everyone saw him as the golden boy.

Yet, for a delinquent, he willingly threw away his athletic career and plunged headfirst into the local drug ring.

Desperate to pull him back from the edge, I tipped off the police about the drug den, hoping it would be his wake-up call.

Instead, he hated me to the bone for it.

To prove his loyalty to his "true love"—and to punish me—he gave our home security code to a crew of methed-up thugs.

They broke in and put a bullet through my parents' heads, wiping out my entire family.

It wasn't until I took a bullet to the chest and lay choking on my own blood, staring at a mocking text from him, that I finally woke up.

But fate, it turns out, decided to give me a second chance.

On the day I lost our child, I discovered my husband entwined in an affair with his secretary.

He hurried to my hospital bed, tears brimming in his eyes, vowing that we would have another baby—while his mistress was already sixteen weeks pregnant.

Thus, I granted him his wishes: a lamenting wife's performance, a fabricated death, and a clean escape.

Three months later, he crashed through the door, eyes frenzied, proclaiming he would set the world ablaze to earn my forgiveness.

My childhood friend was a tech prodigy.

To comfort his influencer girlfriend who was suffering from period cramps, he wanted to forfeit the National Hackathon we had spent the entire year preparing for.

I tipped off his father.

Consequently, he was dragged to the competition, won first place, and secured a straight path to Stanford.

Years later, his startup succeeded, making him a billionaire Silicon Valley entrepreneur.

While I was nothing but his employee.

In the dimly lit basement server room, peering down at me like a god, he plunged a knife into my only seeing eye.

"Chloe, you are a vicious bitch. This is your retribution."

When I opened my eyes again, I was back to the moment before everything fell apart.

"Victor, stop. I came here for therapy—not to ruin my marriage."

Arthur had assured me his college buddy Victor—a single personal rehab therapist built like a gladiator—would cure my chronic back pain. But then Victor straddled me on the therapy table, his thick, hard cock scorching through thin fabric as it ground against my soaked pussy. All the while, Arthur's voice echoed from the speakerphone:

"Do whatever it takes to fix her. I trust you."

On the night of my 28th birthday, my husband was stuck in the OR.
The man sitting across from me at dinner was his best friend, Ronan.
I got drunk. Half-asleep, I pulled a man who smelled exactly like Nate into my bed.
When morning broke, the truth did too—the man pinning me down was Ronan. He’d used my husband’s cologne.
"From the first time I saw you, I wanted to steal you from him."
Crying, I confessed everything to Nate over the phone. Dead silence for three seconds, then he hung up.
By the time I rushed home, Ronan was dragging two suspiciously heavy black suitcases out the door. And my husband... vanished off the face of the earth.

"It was a mistake! I apologized already," feeling so terrified as I moved backward.

"You should have known me better than this, little sparrow," He chuckled deeply, his gaze fixed on me.

"Lucas please!" I cried, now stopped by the wall as my heart beats faintly.

"Don't worry it's just a little game, you and I will play, you'll love it, little sparrow," He smirked.

I knew this was a trick, Ben lied when he said he wouldn't hurt me and I stupidly fell into the trap.

Now, I was alone with him and in his room.

I think this is the time for me to announce my funeral...

"Strip!" His cold voice snapped me out,as he stared at me with a deadpan expression while I gazed at him in ultra shock.


Camilla Evans is a gentle nerd in her finals at Watermark Highschool. As a nerd, the stereotypical notion of her wearing thick rimmed glasses, out-of-vogue clothes and shoes which were eighty percent of the time, twice her size still stands.

Having been at the bottom of the food chain in Watermark Highschool, Camilla was liable to predators and the most annoying one of them all went by the name, Lucas Liam.

Camilla had no idea why the hottest guy in school would even spare her a glance not to mention actually spending the whole day bullying and teasing her to no end.

Could there be something else to these false acts of bully and teases from Lucas?

Find out what happens when the Cheerleader, Jenny Layton put Camilla's life at stake?

Will she be able to handle all the torments she's passing through especially when her mum died and her sister left her behind?

I am the jubilant champion's girlfriend, the blissful woman who will reveal to him tonight, "We are to become parents." Yet, I overheard the brutal truth: "The very thought of her mother once climbing into my father's bed fills me with revulsion for every second of this five-year charade."

It turns out that five years of affection was nothing more than a meticulously orchestrated deceit.

In that moment of heartbreak and excruciating pain, our child slipped away as if making the final decision on my behalf. I incinerated all our memories, rendering them vapor in this world.

When that once indomitable champion finally realized his misplaced animosity, and in a desperate bid to find me, fractured his spine amidst the ruins while signing a pact with fate...I am the jubilant champion's girlfriend, the blissful woman who will reveal to him tonight, "We are to become parents." Yet, I overheard the brutal truth: "The very thought of her mother once climbing into my father's bed fills me with revulsion for every second of this five-year charade."

It turns out that five years of affection was nothing more than a meticulously orchestrated deceit.

In that moment of heartbreak and excruciating pain, our child slipped away as if making the final decision on my behalf.

When that once indomitable champion finally realized his misplaced animosity, and in a desperate bid to find me, fractured his spine amidst the ruins while signing a pact with fate...

Last lifetime, my mate, Kael, had faked his own death just to openly sleep with his sister-in-law without judgment.

I screamed until my throat bled, pointing at the man pretending to be his dead twin brother.

For telling the truth, he dragged me to the sacred altar and burned my mark off my skin, while our four-year-old son was thrown into a pitch-black cell for crying out for her father.

We were banished, torn apart by rogues.

But the Moon Goddess is fair. She woke me up on the exact day of the funeral.

As the pack howls in mourning for their "dead" Alpha, I look at the man hiding in his brother's skin.

I won't expose him this time.

If Kael wants to play a dead man just to play house with his whore, I'll make sure he stays dead forever.

"Mom, I only want to go to Paris with you, not Dad."

When my ten-year-old daughter said this with tears in her eyes, I thought she was expressing her love for me.

I was wrong.

In our Paris hotel, I accidentally overheard the phone call that changed everything—

"Don't worry, Lily will find a way to extend the trip. I promised to buy her that concert-grade piano."

"Having sex in your marital bed is so thrilling, much better than at my apartment."

"That little girl Lily cooperates perfectly, always managing to lead Sarah away."

In that moment, my world completely shattered.

I thought I was only being betrayed by my husband, but discovered that even the daughter I carried for ten months was their carefully orchestrated pawn.

The child I raised with my own hands was actually helping her father's mistress occupy my home and sleep in my bed.

When a mother discovers she's been deceived by those she loves most, her revenge will make everyone pay a devastating price.

Two years later, when I saw that once-successful man wearing a shabby suit, accompanied by his malnourished daughter at my charity auction, I only said coldly:

"She can come with me, but you—never deserve it."

The night Julian went public with the new cheer captain, everyone expected me to crash the party and completely lose my mind.

But the confession ended, and I never showed up.

What Julian didn't know was that at that exact moment, I was wearing his cousin's oversized shirt, sitting on the edge of his mattress, asking with perfect innocence:

"I just got your sheets wet. Where are we supposed to sleep tonight?"

A siren's tears turn to gemstones.

Mine were funding my boyfriend's entire career—but ordinary stones weren't enough anymore.

Deep-sea sapphires. That's what he was after.

So he brought a whip.

"Almost there, babe. Cry for me and it's over."

"Once I'm in, I'll marry you."

My vision blurred with tears—then something else flooded in.

Bright, scrolling, impossible words:

[LOL, by the time he gets his Council seat, he'll have wrung her dry and married the Arcane Princess instead.]

[Sandra, check out the vampire prince next door—he heard you screaming and thinks you two are having sex. He's crying under his blankets right now.]

[When you're literally dying in the finale, the prince is the one who carries you to the Eastern Sea. That's the only reason you survive.]

[Oh, and the prince is a purebred incubus hybrid. Eight-pack abs. Naturally compatible with desire-driven sirens. Stop suffering for this loser and go live your best life!]

My eyes lit up. I kicked the man in front of me straight into the wall.

Hopped next door, pushed open the door: "Kaelen, I hear you've got a nice body—prove it?"

After hearing about my peanut allergy, my boyfriend's newly crowned campus queen added peanut extract to my signature cocktail.

Just one sip in, and my skin immediately erupted in hives. My throat started to close up rapidly.

I stumbled toward my canvas tote, pulled out my life-saving EpiPen, and yanked off the cap.

But the next second, my blood ran cold.

The emergency EpiPen had been swapped out for a tube of lipstick by my boyfriend.

Seeing my face turn purple as I collapsed onto the floor, the campus queen suddenly burst into laughter:

"Surprise! I specifically told Julian to swap it out!"

"You are such a fake. Anaphylactic shock from a single sip?"

I desperately gripped my boyfriend's cuff, letting out strained, wheezing gasps like a broken bellows:

"Julian... if you don't give me the real one... I'm really going to die!"

He peeled my fingers off him one by one and swatted my hand away in disgust, frowning slightly:

"Do you really think you're some delicate princess? It's just a drink. Are you seriously doing this?"

"Madison is right. You're just a drama queen making a scene!"

I gave up pleading for him to understand. Instead, I pressed the custom fountain pen in my pocket, triggering my old-money family's highest-tier SOS signal.

The scholarship understudy in our ballet company was a notorious "clumsy sweetheart."

Right before the Principal Audition, she secretly laced the pain-relief cream she gave me with a high concentration of banned substances.

It led to me being reported for doping. I was expelled from the company on the spot, my reputation was ruined, and my ballet career was completely destroyed.

When I confronted her, she hid in my fiancé's arms, crying so hard she almost passed out.

"Eve, I really just wanted to help you perform perfectly... I'm so stupid, I can't even tell the difference between muscle rub and banned drugs."

My fiancé held her, comforting her, and then yelled at me instead:

"She was just trying to be nice! Why do you have to be so cruel to a young girl?!"

Later, as I spiraled into severe depression, they tricked me into going to the river under the guise of "getting some fresh air."

While my fiancé went to park the car, she took the opportunity to shove me hard off the icy steps, leaving me to drown alive in the freezing river.

When questioned by the police, my fiancé didn't hesitate to commit perjury to clear her name, insisting I had jumped because I couldn't handle the scandal.

I opened my eyes again. I was back to the day before the Principal Audition.

Three years ago, I devoted my family's entire fortune to rescue my husband from the mire of impending bankruptcy. I once believed this was a mutual journey of love, until that day revealed the chilling truth — I had merely been nurturing a self-consuming wolf.
The metallic scent of blood still hung in the air of the delivery room when he signed the document relinquishing life support, trading our newly born child for a flicker of hope for his beloved.
As I lay in a pool of blood, dialing his number, I could hear the heavy breaths of him and his mistress on the other end.
The explosion of the yacht cast flames upon the sea, and in that life-or-death moment, he unhesitatingly let go of my hand.
They all believed I had perished beneath the waves.
Very well.
Now, my wedding invitation lies within his reach.

On our third wedding anniversary, a catastrophic car accident plunged me into a state of life-threatening hemorrhage. Yet, before the medical staff, my husband roared: "Draw my wife's blood first; save Serena."

Serena—his first love.

It became apparent that he had never married me out of love; I was but a living blood bank, intended solely to sustain his cherished first love. It was only when I discovered I was pregnant that I realized he would not even spare the life within me.

That incarceration, cloaked in the guise of love, had nearly claimed my life. When I opened my eyes again, I was no longer the Clara who could be so easily sacrificed. This time, I shall ensure he pays for his blood debt, with no chance of redemption.

After my son was kidnapped by criminals, I begged my detective husband to save him.

He was too busy protecting his frightened first love to care—hanging up on my desperate calls one after another.

The kidnappers demanded a $500,000 ransom to spare my child's life. That's when I discovered he had already drained our family savings—to spoil his first love.

When I screamed that his own son was hanging by a thread, he just sneered that I was an attention-seeking liar.

In the end, the kidnappers sent back my seven-year-old son's severed head.

Even after that, my husband still fought tooth and nail to protect his first love who had orchestrated our child's death.

It wasn't until I made him stand before that headless little body and identify it himself that he finally, completely, lost his mind.

I loved Julian for ten years, carving every sweat-stained day into my love for him.
He once said I shined brighter than any gold medal.
Yet in five short minutes, he handed my dream, my glory, and my whole world to a scheming transfer girl.
Betrayed, discarded, and broken on the fencing strip, I lost my first love and everything I fought for.
Until the retired cold Olympic champion stepped out of the dark midnight shadows.
He offered me hellish training and a sharp blade of revenge.
I buried my soft heart, handed over my soul, and vowed to make every traitor pay.

“Fuck, Ada…”

“Brad...oh, fuck... deeper... harder!” Ada’s shrill voice begged between breathy moans.

The banging of the headboard against the wall intensified as Ann froze.

No... it couldn’t be!

Ann took a deep breath and nudged the door a little more. Her chest felt like it would explode as she held her breath whilst the crack widened.

When it revealed her sister lying underneath her husband-to-be, her hands flew to her mouth to stifle the gasp of horror as her heart shattered instantly.

As Brad roared his release inside her sister, Ada turned her head towards the door with a smirk.

An icy chill descended over Ann as if a bucket of ice water had been thrown over her and she stood and stared, her eyes wide and mouth slightly open in disbelief.

Ada lifted her hand and waved in Ada’s direction with a smug smile plastered on her face as Brad collapsed on top of her, kissing her neck tenderly.

Is there anything you can do if your mate had sex with your sister?

After the sudden death of her parents, Maya is forced to run away and start over.

With only the knowledge that the man who had killed her parents was still after her, she leaves the all human town she had grown up in and began her new life as a University student in Maine.

With no friends or family left, she tries her best to blend in as a human, but when strange people and things begin happening around her soon she finds out that maybe fate brought her here.

Will she finally find out the truth about her parent's death or will she only fall deep into the craziness that has become her new life?

A new pack...

A mate...no more than one mate?

Unknown abilities?

Things are way more complicated now.

#BL #Omegaverse #18+

Tristan didn't know life of the outside world. After his parents died when he was just six, his uncle took him in and treated him like a possession. Receiving no love from anyone, he felt alone and just wanted to give up on ever being set free from the clutches of the cruelty his life became.
Then he was being offered to Lincoln Nolan, the heir to the Nolan Clan, a clan that was cruel to their omegas, vicious in their dealings and did anything to get what they wanted.
Axel hated the Nolan clan with a passion. Doing their dirty work and forced to go on missions, he was told to check out the rare male omega. But he didn't plan on finding an innocent young man that was being abused and mistreated.
Axel always thought he would never be involved with any omegas ever again. But now he was hiding one. He only wanted to keep him safe and show him a world that could be beautiful. He just didn't plan on falling in love with him.

DISCLAIMER: PLEASE BE ADVISED THAT THIS STORY MAY HOLD TRIGGERS FOR SOME READERS OF SUICIDE, CAUSING OF SELF HARM AND ATTEMPTED SEXAUL ASSAULT. PLEASE BE WARNED FOR A FEW OF THE CHAPTERS THAT MAY HAVE THOSE TRIGGERS. THERE ARE BL SCENES IN THIS STORY
Night Stone pack was slaughtered.
And she vowed to avenge her people.
Sinking in the cold icy depths of the lake, Moon Goddess gave her another chance at life.
But why was she in another’s body, a lowly omega, whose life memories showed nothing but pain and suffering?
Learning twenty years has passed and Blue Silver pack were responsible for her people’s death she takes action to get her revenge.
Being mated to the Alpha’s son, an alpha who was responsible for slaughtering her people, was not in the bargain.
Why did he have to be kind, sweet and gentle towards her? Why couldn’t he be the arrogant, know it all, and belittling people like the rest of them?
Falling hopelessly in love was not part of the deal and the more she was around him the more she was losing sight of her revenge.

My Ex leaked explicit photos of me on the Internet.

I wanted to die that night, So I jumped into the river.

The cold water wrapped around me like a final embrace, and I thought... finally, peace.

But HE pulled me out.

You might be wondering who pulled me out.

It's no other than Alexander Graham. The nonchalant heir to the Graham Corp and the selfmade CEO of Eco Oils.

That jerk!! pulled me out Not to save me.

But to OWN me.

He didn't rescue me out of kindness. He saw an opportunity—a broken, scandal-ridden actress desperate enough to sign anything.

A contract marriage. No love. No emotions. Just... 15 insane Rules.

But here's what he didn't plan for:
Every rule he made..... He was the first to break them.
Every time he swears he doesn't care... his eyes tell a different story.

My family and ex destroyed me once.

But I'm coming back for EVERYTHING they took.

And this cold hearted devil pretending to be my husband? He's the perfect backing I need to destroy them.

But guess what.....There's something else I found out.

Turns out this billionaire has skeletons in his damned cupboard......

First love.

They come in all shapes and sizes. They can be beautiful or painful and everything in between.

Sawyer and I were best friends once upon a time, until he followed his dream and left his old life behind. Including me. I held on to the hope that life wouldn’t pull us apart, but just like with most first loves it does and soon he becomes a stranger to me. When I finally muster up the courage to let him go and start my new life he shows up again.

His life is hanging on by a thread and this is his last chance to get what he’s been working so hard for. Now he thinks that includes me. He’s ready to repair what we lost, but I’m not interested in giving second chances. Unfortunately I’ve never been good at resisting him, and even after our time apart things don’t seem to have changed.

Well thats not true. A whole lot is about to change. So much more than we could have imagined, but it all started the first time I found love.

Now, it’s time to discover everything that comes after.

All roads leadto Darkness. Keriya Soulstar is a hero. News of her historic victory against Necrovar has spread. Creatures from all over the world have flocked to Allentria to meet her draconic family. The mortals still believe the dragons are the key to their salvation. But Keriya knows better. The dragons are being controlled by a terrible dark force, and without their help in the war, the burden of victory falls solely on her. Now that the truth about Necrovar's power has been revealed, Keriya understands that she can’t win unless she learns to control the deadly, destructive magic in her soul. The weight of power, duty, and honor settle on Keriya as she embarks on her final and most dangerous quest. She must free the dragons, fulfill her obligations to Allentria, and master valemagic. She must become a god. If she has to sacrifice her humanity along the way...so be it. Contains: Fantasy violence, mild romance

“You want to get fuck without begging, without feeling guilty,” Dane growled. “Well that's the fucking wrong way to go about it.”

Is that what I was doing? No…can't be.

“Just look at you sucking my fingers deep into your hungry cunt. Such a little liar and a slut,” he mocked, grazing his teeth on my neck hard. I tremble, I didn't care for his mocking tone or his words, I was too far gone to care.

“Fuck! She's dripping,” Jax groans. Rubbing his palm over his mouth, his eyes fixed on where his brother's hand is buried deep inside me.

“Want a taste brother?” Dane asked, slowing down his thrusting fingers even more, his other hand yanked my sweater up in one smooth move and that fast I was completely naked.


An outrageous dare sent Gianna straight into the hands of the gorgeous twins Jax and Dane. After a night of passionate love and debauchery, Gianna finds herself a captive of the two strangers.

What's worse is that her mind says no, but one touch is all it takes and her body melts for them. They are everything her body and soul seems to crave but to accept that it's to become a slave of her own desire, something she swore she'll never be.

When the lines between hate and love begins to blur, will Gianna fight for her freedom or choose to stay? And more importantly what did the twins want with her?”

"Dad, you can't be serious!" I could feel the heaviness rise in my chest, as my father explains he has arranged for my hand in marriage.
"You know why this is a good idea. If the truth comes out, the pack would question your ability to lead; it is for the best." Dad explains as if it is the most natural and simplest solution.
When I woke up today, this was never a possibility of events that I would be going through. However, here I stand in my father's office while he and my stepmother proceed to explain to me that they have planned my life out for me. I have already been trained to take over as alpha since I could walk, but now, I don't even get a chance at love.
Kira Daniels is a 17 year-old alpha to be. Having been the only child of her father, Alpha Robert Daniels and his true mate, all she knows is the life that has been planned for her. Hoping to find her mate and secure a chance at love, she has been looking forward to turning 18 and finding her mate. However, when her father arranges for her hand in marriage, will she uphold her father's wishes, or will she meet her true mate and uncover a truth she never imagined?

Ana was like every young she-wolf out there.

She couldn't wait to meet her mate.

She didn't expect the way things would go the day she finally met him or the way he would treat her once they met.

Ana's mate wants nothing to do with her but won't let her go. Ana feels like a prisoner to her mate.

Her mind is torn on what to do. She wishes her mate would love her, but he shows no hope of that happening.

She wants to try and build something with him, but he makes things difficult for her. He treats her horribly, and Ana doesn't know why.

Ana wishes he would reject or let her go, but he won't. She feels like he is determined to make her his prisoner forever.

Read and find out how Ana survives being a prisoner to her.

Hidden her whole life, Brynn never knew she was born into a war debt that never ended.
Jaxon was raised to collect that debt.
But when his wolf recognizes her as his mate, the rules change — and so does the cost.
Love could free her.
It could also condemn everyone she cares about, including him.

Earth was dying. They deemed it unsavable, so they sent Nasia on her very first mission to retrieve every species DNA on the planet. Only she was ordered to leave the humans behind.
With no emotions of her own she never understood the humans so called feelings over the decades it takes her to gather all the samples.
Until she meets a boy named Ry. A boy who shows her a side no other human ever has before. A boy she was willing to risk everything to save.

“Emma Grace?”
“Yes.”
“I’m sorry to tell you this but he didn’t make it.” The doctor says offering me a sympathetic look.
“T-thank you.” I say with a trembling breath.
My father was dead, and the man who killed him was standing right beside me this very minute. Of course, there was no way I could tell anyone this because I would be considered and accomplice for even knowing what happened and doing nothing. I was eighteen and could be looking at prison time if the truth ever got out.
Not long ago I was trying to get through my senior year and getting out of this town for good, but now I have no idea what I will do. I was almost free, and now I would be lucky to make it another day without my life completely falling apart.
“You’re with us, now and forever.” His hot breath said against my ear sending a shiver down my spine.
They had me in their tight grip now and my life depended on them. How things got to this point it's hard to say, but here I was…an orphan…with blood on my hands…literally.


Hell on earth is the only way I can describe the life I have lived.
Having every bit of my soul being stripped away each and every day by not only my father but by four boys called The Dark Angels and their followers.
Tormented for three years is about all I can take and with no one on my side I know what I have to do...I have to get out the only way I know how, Death means peace but things are never that easy, especially when the very guys who led me to ledge are the ones who end up saving my life.
They give me something I never thought would be possible...revenge served dead. They have created a monster and i am ready to burn the world down.

Mature content! Mentions of drugs, violence, suicide. 18+ recommended. Reverse Harem, bully-to-lover.

Megan has the perfect teenage life: a parent who is proud of her, a boyfriend who loves her, friends who support her and good grades. Everything is perfect. Or so it seems. She has a secret that started the day her mother died two years ago. Make-up and smiles can only hide so much.

The new teacher at her school has everyone talking. The girls flirt endlessly with him. The only one who doesn’t care for him is Megan. He asks too many questions and is in her way at every moment. All Megan wants to do is get through the last year of high school so she can leave for college ASAP.

Things change when forbidden emotions come into play that could cause their demise.


"We should stop," he says.
"Why?" she asks. He sighs and moves his hand through her hair asking himself the same question.
"Because what I'm doing right now is wrong; you’re my student," he pauses as it doesn’t feel wrong. "Plus, it's raining," he states.
"It's not wrong," she states. “It feels very right to me." His eyebrows rise, surprised by what she is saying. "And doing this in the rain makes it seem so much hotter," she says with a slight smirk.
He chuckles and looks up at the night sky, "I guess it does," he says now, looking at her, "but I think it's just because it's with you that it feels hotter."
"Ditto," she says, smiling, and leans in to kiss him.

“F*ck I love how wet you get,” he groans as he moves his fingers to my sex. I moan as his fingers enters me. I close my eyes as a shiver runs down my body.

“Logan,” I moan as I feel his mouth on me. I look down and watch him kiss up my thigh to my sex. His tongue licks over my clit to my entrance and back. Tilting my head back, I move my hand through his hair as his sinful mouth works wonders on my body.

Logan has fallen in love with Megan, but can Megan love him back.

With Megan's dad now caught can Megan rebuild her life or will secrets from her mothers past threaten to destroy her?

Can Logan help Megan overcome her fears or will his own secrets get in between them?

Read the second instalment of the Megan series.