Beastman Hate to Love Web Novels & Stories

“You are soft. I like these curves. No female in this realm has ever made me look twice the way you do. You tempt me.” Lyra stepped back. This time he allowed it. “For now,” he said softly. Lyra Kane thought she was joining a historic exchange program. Instead, she stepped into a world where women do not choose — they are chosen. From the moment High Lord Kaelith Vaelor laid eyes on her, the rules changed. He ignored protocol, dismissed his own court, and claimed the right to touch her without permission. In the Veil Realm, a male’s claim is final. Permanent. Absolute. This is a dark Sci-fi romance featuring a morally gray, dominant alien love interest and a human heroine navigating intense, high-stakes desire in an unfamiliar Realm. Reader discretion is strongly advised.

Stealing a bestselling novel was supposed to be harmless. Dying before I could finish it wasn't part of the plan. Now, I'm trapped in the story as its most hated villainess, surrounded by terrifying beastmen stepbrothers destined to destroy me. I know how this story ends, and I'm determined to change my fate. But the more I try to escape my role, the more my dangerous stepbrothers become interested in me. I only wanted to survive this novel. So why is changing my fate becoming more dangerous than following the original plot?

"Quiet, girl!" I growled. Her body stiffened. I fumbled her breast with so much anger. "See, boys?" I said, with a low growl, "She is so soft." I laughed, cold and harsh. Lucian and Jamil roared with me. Her eyes squeezed shut, a blush creeping up her neck. This was better. Broken. "This is how you should behave," I muttered to myself with raw satisfaction. My hand moved lower, smacking her butt hard. Crack! Lina whimpered. It was a small, painful sound. Her pain was mine. I dragged her towards me. Her bare skin brushed my clothes, like a jolt. My hands moved over her curves, asserting my ownership. Her skin was soft, silk. She shivered with fear and something else. It excited me. I leaned in, my breath hot against her ear. Her heart pounded, like a frantic drumbeat. Just as I moved to take her, a whisper crept out of her mouth "Please, Sire, I haven't done this before." Her voice shook. It surprised me. I pulled my hand back, feigning surprise.