Drama-Webromane & CEO Alternate Universe-Geschichten

Lucas Okon used to have it all — a corner office, a wife who laughed too loud, a future he never questioned. Grief took it apart piece by piece. Now he fixes leaking pipes for people who don't look at him twice, raises his three-year-old alone, and smiles with his mouth because his eyes gave up on it long ago. Vivienne Kingston has everything money can buy — and almost nothing it can protect. Six months after burying her father, she's running his empire alone, surrounded by cousins circling the inheritance like it's already theirs, an uncle who calls her "family" with a blade folded into the word. She's the only one who still misses the man, not just what he left behind. Then she sees him — a plumber in her neighbor's driveway, sadness worn like a coat he can't take off. She tells herself to stop looking. She doesn't. What starts as curiosity becomes something neither of them asked for. A careful, dangerous pull between a woman drowning in wolves dressed as family, and a man who buried more than his wife the day he walked away from his old life. Vivienne carries her mother's legacy too — a woman the Kingstons never forgave for marrying up without permission — and history has a habit of repeating itself on the people who refuse to shrink for it. He has nothing to offer her but honesty. She has everything — except someone who wants her for free. Neither of them is looking for this. Both of them need it more than they'll ever admit. Grief. Inheritance. And a love that shows up in work boots, not a boardroom — and refuses to leave.

I was the side character, the one destined to be neglected, forgotten, and never chosen. In the novel’s story, I was merely a background existence—the woman fated to marry the male lead, yet never once receive his love. The wife who shared his name but never his attention. Salvatore Mancini. The perfect male lead. Cold, powerful, and admired by everyone. Except me. Because in this story, his heart already belonged to someone else. When I first realized I had transmigrated into this novel, I thought I could change my fate. I tried to avoid the original scenes, tried to step away from the plot. But every time I tried to change something…I returned to the same place. The same moment, the same outcome. As if the unseen author of this story was reminding me again and again: You are only a puppet, and puppets don’t decide their roles. So I stopped resisting. If the story wanted me to be the neglected wife, then I would simply live quietly and let the plot run its course. That was my plan. Until one night, when I finally looked at the man and said casually— “Tell me something, Mr. Mancini. Aren’t you supposed to be my husband?” His cold eyes narrowed slightly, but I simply leaned back and smiled. “Then fulfill your role properly. Let’s see… what kind of man the great Salvatore Mancini is.” For the first time since our marriage he actually looked at me, not through me. At me. I didn’t know what changed after that, but from that night onward. Even when he looked at me with clear irritation. Salvatore Mancini began appearing around me more and more. Which left me with a very unsettling thought. The plot…It didn’t change, right?

For eight years Felicia was in love with Max Hawthorne the kind of love that leads to excessive effort and insufficient demands. The closest she ever came to being selected was when she became his assistant. Then an error turned into a marriage, and she became the antagonist due to her pregnancy. It was said that she orchestrated it. Max didn't dispute it. While his mistress made sure she felt insignificant, he didn't even glance at her. Felicia then departed. After giving birth, she left the divorce papers there and turned to go. After five years, she is back at the top, successful, and untouchable. Max now demands her attention as if he has always been entitled to it. He discovers her grinning and announcing her engagement while perched on the arm of another man. With fear in his eyes, Max intervenes and presses her up against the wall. "Felicia," he murmurs. "Return to me. We're still together."

I wrote a dark romance full of red flags. Cyrus Crest was a Possessive billionaire., Obsessive and dangerous. The kind readers eat up. Then I spilled coffee on my laptop… and woke up inside my own unfinished book. Now I’m stuck as the heroine, face-to-face with Cyrus Crest, the exact man I created and the exact type I hate. I can’t change anything I’ve already written. I can’t tell him this is a book. And every time I try to run, the plot drags me right back to him. I was supposed to stay and let him help me up. I scrambled away and ran instead. He noticed. Now the red flag I wrote is looking at me like I’m the only thing that doesn’t obey him… and he’s decided I’m his. I hate him. I created him. And somehow, I’m the one who has to survive him long enough to write the ending.

After falling asleep while reading a billionaire romance, a woman wakes up as Alessia Beaumont, the doomed heiress destined to lose everything and die penniless. Knowing her fate, she has seven days to escape before the truth about her identity destroys her life. But when her escape fails and mysterious secrets emerge, Alessia discovers she can hear people’s thoughts. Trapped between a powerful family, a dangerous conspiracy, and Alexander Rothwell, her cold billionaire fiancé, she must uncover the truth before her twenty-fifth birthday.

I woke up in a novel as the discarded wife who dies tonight. My husband, billionaire Adrian Black, is the man the city whispers about—a beautiful, terrifying lunatic who married me for convenience and despises me for clinging. The original wife planned to trap him with a pregnancy. I know that secret gets her killed. So I do the unthinkable. I sign his divorce papers without a single tear, planning to vanish before he ever learns I’m carrying his child. But Adrian doesn’t let me go. He shreds the papers and pins me against the cold glass of his penthouse, his thumb stroking the frantic pulse in my throat. His dark eyes strip me bare. “My wife was terrified of me,” he murmurs. “You look at me like you want to devour me.” He knows I’m not her. He doesn’t know where I came from. But the moment I try to run, he chains me to his bed, determined to map every inch of my body until I confess. He wants to break me, but I know how his story ends. The only question is: can I survive the Lunatic’s obsession, or will I let him burn us both to the ground?

Elara is desperate. Without a job, without money, and facing eviction, she literally stumbles into the luxurious headquarters of Aero Industries — and straight into the arms of the most dangerous man she has ever seen. Aero. Cold. Dominant. Untouchable. And now… her new boss. What Elara doesn’t know is that the moment she touches him, Aero realizes the truth his inner wolf accepts instantly. She is his mate. But Aero keeps silent. Instead of telling her the truth, he hires her as his personal secretary — determined to keep her close until he decides what should happen to her. But Elara is not the weak girl he expected. She challenges him. Questions him. And shakes his perfect control to its core. The longer Aero hides his secret, the stronger the attraction between them grows — and the more devastating the moment will be when Elara finally discovers the truth. Because a mate bond is not only destiny… …it is possession.

Veronica, a young woman scarred by a difficult childhood, and Ethan, burdened by his own past are promised a love that has the power to heal their wounds. Their blossoming romance, however, is withered by dark secrets and the shocking betrayal of a close friend. In a brutal attack, Veronica is left fighting for her life, and their love is tested. A shocking betrayal leaves Veronica critically injured, and their love hanging by a thin thread. To complicate matters further, a shadow from Ethan's past, Alex, reenters their lives and she uses her seductive charm to cast a tempting net on Ethan. Can their love withstand the trials, or will it be torn apart by the forces that seek to keep them apart?

Maya transmigrate to another world, with a husband who doesn't know her, and a child who adores her and wants her love. Lennon woke up one morning to find a woman sleeping next to him and a child who is scared of him. What will the two do? And what will happen when the tone shifts, making them forced to protect their son from serious danger and monsters?

"I- It's not like I like having fun with you behind my brothers' back...I LOVE it..." I shyly confessed to my eternal rival — Cynric Zelinsky. Deep, passionate and extraordinary like always. Our connection was off the charts. Nothing like I got from my step brothers. My guilty pleasure. *** "Someone wants to join my reverse harem!?" My story is anything but the normal; for I have three hot adopted brothers who are my forbidden lovers! While they live their own lives outside our house, as soon as we enter our mansion, I belong to no one else but them. Seemingly possessive and outright controlling, how will they accept another man entering our reverse harem!? Thinking about it makes my blood run cold. Especially because the other man...is loathed by all three of my brothers. How will I control this? Before that...what is his motive to force himself as my boyfriend? I told you that my life is far from normal, right?