Drama のウェブ小説 & Possessive Affair ストーリー

When Alexia catches her best friend Leah being knotted by the Alpha she secretly desires, she never expects Kai to notice her… or to claim her next. What starts as one risky, forbidden night turns into a scorching secret affair filled with stolen breedings, dangerous near-misses, and overwhelming pleasure. Torn between crushing guilt and addictive lust, Alexia finds herself falling for the very Alpha she stole from her best friend. In a world of pack wars and ruthless magic, their passion could destroy everything — or make her the true Luna she was always meant to be.

Amber thought she had the perfect life with Justine Thorne until a tragic car accident stole her baby and her future. Now, she has discovered the chilling truth, her husband and his brother’s wife didn’t just have an affair they watched her bleed and drove away to protect their secret. With the powerful Thorne family matriarch, Evelyn, pulling the strings to bury the evidence, Amber must transform from a grieving wife into a cold-blooded queen of industry. She will take their money, their reputation, and their freedom. But as the bodies start to drop and the secrets of that fatal night go deeper than she imagined, Amber must ask herself, how much of her soul is she willing to burn to watch them rot?

I’m Kayla Turi, the unlucky reader who stumbled into a story and ended up wearing the life of Helena. She’s the kind of female lead who gave up her comfort for her first love, Oscar. But her world wasn’t the fairy tale she thought. His family despised her, and Helena’s story ended with her dying while carrying his child. Now I’m stuck in her shoes, and the only way home is to change her fate. The first move I’ve chosen it’s reckless. I have to kiss Julian Joja, the man who once loved her but now despises her.

All it toke was one night of lightning, one night of sin to build a secret that would tear two worlds apart . Ava is invisible in the halls of Sterling Corporation A cleaner. She is simply a woman with a cleaning uniform and a wedding ring she holds at heart. But when a heavy rain storm traps her at the 50th floor with her boss, the lines between duty and desire quickly catch fire and disappear. Serge Sterling is cold, powerful, arrogant and used to getting what he wants. In the pitch darkness of his office, he doesn’t see a cleaner, he sees a mystery, his goddess. That night of forbidden earth shaking passion was supposed to be a secret they both took to their graves. But secrets have a way of breathing. Of uncovering themselves in the most unexpected ways and Karma is at work this time round. Ava is married to Matthew Clarke, a man who would do anything for her. They were supposed to renew their vows in three months on their wedding anniversary but Ava is staring at a positive pregnancy test with her husband who thinks it’s a miracle. Terror breeds and tables start to shake when Matthew’s best friend just introduced his "successful older brother." Serge Sterling. And he’s not just Ava's boss, he is the man who holds the leash to Matthew’s future. He knows the baby is his. He knows Ava is trapped. And he’s about to make her a deal that will destroy everything she loves. Can Ava correct out of her past , thrive to protect her present or accept the fate that the future brings.

I am Lyra Ashfang, a slim, four-foot-five werewolf freak and the only Psi mutant of the Ashfang Moon Pack. When my treacherous family cuts off the life-support crystals keeping my vegetative Omega mother alive, I am forced to make a lethal deal with the devil: take my cousin's place in a forced blood covenant and bind myself to the royal family of the Nightbane Crimson Dominion. Everyone in Ebonhaven knows the rumors surrounding Prince Cassius Nightbane. They say a brutal battle left the massive, five-foot-ten vampire prince crippled, confined to an obsidian wheelchair, and that a dark madness has turned him into a vicious, bloodthirsty monster who shreds his bed partners to pieces. But the moment I stand at the altar of the Blood Moon Covenant Hall, my heart stops dead. The muscular predator sitting in that chair—always wearing a single leather glove and holding a smoldering cigarette between his fingers—is the exact same healthy, lethal vampire who cornered me in the dark alleys of the Crimson Noble Quarter half a moon ago. The one who left me bruised, gasping, and desperately marked against the brick wall. He claims his lower body is entirely dead to the world, yet his dark, dominant gaze tells a completely different story. Trapped inside the cold walls of the Nightbane Crimson Citadel, I must navigate a dangerous web of royal council betrayals, deadly territory wars, and an intoxicating, primal attraction that threatens to consume us both. He is supposed to be my ruin, but as the blood moon rises, I realize this crippled monster might be the only one capable of keeping me alive.

Arelia Nightwyn knows pain better than love. Chained in silver by her "perfect" father, scarred and silent, she’s traded like property into an arranged marriage with Kaden Raventhorn—the caring beta of the fierce Raventhorn Pack. At twenty-one, Kaden offers safety, patience, a gentle touch that should feel like rescue, and a quiet strength he keeps carefully hidden. But safety doesn’t make her heart race. His brother does. Darius Raventhorn, the twenty-three-year-old alpha heir—scarred and merciless—rules with lethal precision. Untouched, waiting only for his true mate, he despises spoiled she-wolves who chase power. To him, Arelia is weak, pampered, unworthy… until her sweet cherry-sunshine scent crashes into him and awakens something dangerous he can’t deny. The pull between them grows sharper with every shared glance, every accidental brush of skin under the same roof, while Kaden's steady, protective arms remain the only place where nightmares dare not follow her night after night. Can she stay loyal to the brother who truly saved her, the one who offers peace without demand… or yet surrender to the alpha who breaks her heart with every cold glance?

At nineteen, Linda crossed a line she can never uncross... she let her sister’s fiancé taste her in the shower while Laura slept down the hall. What began as one devastating night of forbidden pleasure becomes an all-consuming secret affair that stretches across years, cities, marriages, and betrayals. Vincent Hale is the man every woman dreams of marrying except the one who truly owns him isn’t the bride walking down the aisle. With slow-burn obsession, reckless passion, near-misses, shattered trust, and devastating consequences, Linda and Vincent spiral deeper into a love that destroys everything it touches. Family fractures. Weddings burn. Lives are rebuilt only to be torn apart again. Desire becomes addiction; guilt becomes identity; and the question is no longer whether they can stop but whether anyone will survive when the truth finally comes out.

She married the wrong man to survive… and she fell into the arms of the one she was never meant to touch. Trapped in a loveless arranged marriage, she is given one condition to secure her future: have a child or lose everything. But when desperation leads her into the backseat of a car she thought belonged to her husband, she wakes up beside a stranger. Not just any stranger, but her husband's powerful, dangerous, and untouchable uncle. What begins as a mistake turns into a secret that binds them together through desire, betrayal, and a child that could destroy an entire family. Now enemies hunt her, the wrong man claims her, and the right one refuses to let her go, leaving her at the center of a war she never meant to start. When the truth comes out… Nobody will walk away unchanged. But in a family built on power and secrets— Will she survive the truth… or become its most dangerous weapon?

Layla is standing too close to him. She knows it the moment she stops moving, when the space between them shifts from accidental to deliberate. Luca doesn’t step back. He never does. He only looks down at her, dark eyes steady and unreadable, as if he’s been waiting to see whether she’d do exactly this. “You’re doing it again,” he says quietly. “Doing what?” Her voice gives her away—soft, breathless. “Standing where you shouldn’t.” His gaze drops briefly to her mouth. “And pretending you don’t know.” Heat coils low in her stomach. “Maybe I don’t care.” That gets his attention. Something sharp flickers across his expression—control tightening. He reaches out slowly, giving her time to pull away. She doesn’t. His fingers hook lightly under her chin, tilting her face up. The touch is barely there, but it steals her breath all the same. “Careful,” he murmurs. “That’s not something you say to men like me.” “Why?” she whispers. “Because you might misunderstand?” His thumb traces her jaw, deliberate. “No,” he says. “Because I won’t.” His hand stays there, steady, grounding. She feels the restraint in him now—the effort it takes not to close the distance completely. “There are lines I don’t cross lightly,” Luca says. “And once I do, Layla, I don’t step back.” She swallows. “Then why are you still here?” He leans in just enough that his breath ghosts her skin. “Because you haven’t asked me to.”

One is a girl drowning in debt, the other a wealthy heiress with a murderous secret. Lilia and Lisa are doppelgangers, but their worlds could not be more different. Lilia, a kind and gentle soul, fights to save her family from ruin, while Lisa, cold and calculating, plots to betray the man she’s engaged to. A brutal car accident intended to end one life instead creates an opportunity for another. When Lisa dies, her devious lover finds Lilia and makes her an offer she can't refuse: take Lisa's place in a contract marriage with billionaire Samuel, and all of her family's debts will be cleared. Lilia is thrust into a world of opulence and secrets, forcing her to pretend to be a woman she despises, trapped in a loveless arrangement with a man who regards her as nothing more than a business transaction. But as she struggles to maintain her facade, her genuine nature starts to break through Samuel’s icy exterior, and she finds herself falling for the very man she was hired to deceive. Will their developing love endure the web of lies, or will the truth irreparably destroy their world?

"I'm married" Ivy thought her words would dissuade her boss from throwing blatant lustful glances at her, but she was wrong. Liam Roy smiled at the words of the little lady in his arms, "I know, but it doesn't matter. I'll fuck you so hard, you will forget about that husband of yours." On the night of her third-year wedding anniversary, Ivy decides to be reckless and choose a man to spend the night with and lose her virginity. Who would have thought that the man she had a one-night stand with would eventually be her boss?

Vladimirovna de Silva is no ordinary woman. For two years, she had been secretly married to a billionaire, Lazare Ibañez. However, he eventually filed for divorce and the morning after that, she miscarried. After a year of mourning for the loss of her angel, she found out about Lazare’s engagement party. She is still wounded, despite her efforts to move on, and she refused to let him be happy, which is how she came up with the idea of seducing him and letting him taste his own medicine through her tongue. Will Vladimirovna's thirst for revenge ultimately destroy her happiness, or will it leave her alone in the wake of her tumultuous affair with the billionaire?

She thought signing the contract would save her life. A simple agreement. A temporary marriage. No emotions. No attachments. Just survival. But nothing about him is simple. He is Adrian Blackwood — a ruthless billionaire CEO who built his empire on control, power, and fear. A man who never bends. Never breaks. Never loves. Until her. She was never supposed to matter. Never supposed to stay. Just a signature on paper meant to disappear when the contract ended. But the more she resists him, the more obsessed he becomes. And the more he pulls her into his world of luxury, danger, and dark desires, the more she realizes one terrifying truth… This was never just a contract. Because in his eyes, she doesn’t belong to herself anymore. She belongs to him. And once the ruthless billionaire claims something… he never lets it go.

“You paid me to fuck you raw, Lilah. Now you’re carrying my baby… and I’m nowhere near done with you.” Lilah Moreau wanted revenge. After catching her politician fiancé balls-deep in another woman on the night of their engagement party, she did the one thing guaranteed to destroy her “perfect fiancée” image. She hired the most expensive, most sinful callboy in the city. No names. No strings. Just one night of filthy, no-limits sex. The man who showed up was pure sin — tall, tattooed, brutally dominant, and dangerously skilled. He fucked her like he owned her. He made her scream, beg, and come harder than she ever had in her life. By morning, she left ten thousand dollars on the nightstand and disappeared without a trace. Four months later… she’s pregnant. And the callboy is back. Except he isn’t a callboy at all. He’s Damien Vale — ruthless billionaire, CEO of Vale Capital, and a man who never forgets what belongs to him. Now he’s standing in her living room, eyes dark with raw possession, one large hand possessively rubbing over her slightly swollen belly. “You ran from me once, little wife,” he murmurs, voice low and filthy. “Paid me like a whore and thought you could hide my child from me. Cute.” He leans in, lips brushing her ear: “Time to pay up properly… with this sweet pregnant pussy, every single night.

When eighteen-year-old Alex Rivera moves to London with his mother after her whirlwind marriage to a billionaire, the last thing he expects is to collide with his new stepbrother—Liam Harrington, the arrogant, tattooed bad boy who rules the city’s underground racing scene. Forced into the same lavish mansion, their hate ignites into a forbidden, addictive passion they must keep hidden from their parents. But as jealousy, family secrets, and dangerous rivals close in, Alex and Liam discover their greatest risk isn’t getting caught… it’s how completely they’re willing to destroy each other to stay together. Steamy, angsty, and impossible to put down. ‘Claiming My Step Brother’ is a heart pounding boy love romance about forbidden desire and the lines we cross for love.

Two years ago, I gave my virginity to the one man who was completely off-limits: Miles Thompson. My best friend’s older brother. The arrogant playboy who knew exactly how to get under my skin. We spent years pretending we hated each other, trading insults and avoiding the undeniable tension between us. Then came Greece. One reckless night changed everything. The next morning, Miles made it painfully clear that I was just another mistake he wanted to forget. Two years later, I moved to a new city determined to start over—only to discover that fate had a cruel sense of humor. Miles was back in my life, living just a few doors away, and the feelings I thought I'd buried came rushing back stronger than ever. But when a dangerous stalker begins turning my life into a nightmare, the one person I can't seem to escape becomes the only person I can trust. The closer we grow, the more secrets unravel. Because Miles is hiding something that could destroy us both.

Isabella Rodriguez has everything a woman could want a powerful husband, a luxurious life, and an empire at her fingertips. Yet after three miscarriages, the child she longed for remains just out of reach. Desperate, she turns to her late sister’s daughter, Valerie, offering her a fortune to carry Alejandro’s child as a surrogate. Valerie agrees, but nothing about this arrangement is simple. Desire sparks between her and Alejandro, secrets fester behind closed doors, and betrayal lurks where trust should be. Isabella’s closest friends, Selena and Ariana, weave their own schemes, one subtly flirting with Alejandro, the other quietly manipulating Valerie—turning the mansion into a battlefield of hearts, ambition, and power. As the pregnancy progresses, tensions rise. Who will claim Alejandro’s heart? Can loyalty survive temptation? And when the stakes grow deadly high, no one will emerge unscathed. A tale of love, deception, and passion, THE BILLIONAIRE'S SURROGATE NIECE will keep you on the edge of your seat until the very last page.

​Lucian is relentless. He’s a man of sharp edges and impossible demands, pushing Ava to her limits with every icy glance and calculated command. He is a puzzle she can't quite solve, yet beneath his professional perfection lies a simmering tension that makes the air in his office feel heavy and electric. ​As Ava navigates the highstakes world of corporate power plays, she realizes that surviving Lucian requires more than just intelligence it takes the nerve to stand her ground. ​But with every late-night secret and lingering touch, the boundary between "boss" and "obsession" begins to blur. Ava is forced to decide: will she maintain her composure and stay safe, or surrender to the man whose dark intensity threatens to consume her entirely?

He didn't just want a seat at the table. He wanted the heart of the home. The Sinclair-Wellesley name meant old money, high art, and a fragile, curated peace. Milo, the youngest and most "cherished" of the clan, was the crown jewel of that peace—a soft-spoken academic with porcelain skin and a soul made of books. He was a boy meant for quiet libraries, not the jagged edges of the corporate world. Then came Jackson Vance. A titan built of steel, gasoline, and unbridled ambition, Jax didn't ask for permission—he took.

I found the evidence in my own car. A red lace thong that didn’t belong to me. Dried semen stains on the backseat. And the fishy smell my eleven-year-old son complained about. That same night I learned the full truth: my husband had been fucking my best friend for months. The woman I trusted with my child. The woman my son now called “Mom.” I had given up my career, my body, my entire self for this marriage. He repaid me by calling me boring. Dry. A dead fish in bed. I was still shaking when Christian found me. My best friend’s husband. The man I almost chose years ago… before everything went south. He looked at the ruins of my life and offered me the only thing that made sense anymore. Revenge. Serving them the exact dish they served to us. Making them see what real loss looks like. I said yes. But what started as pure payback turned into a BDSM contract, exciting nights on the brisk of danger, and a hunger I didn’t know I still had. He touched me like he was erasing every rejection my husband ever gave me. And I let him. We were only supposed to destroy them. But somewhere between revenge and mind games, something else started growing. Now they’re the ones on their knees. And I’m the one who no longer wants this to end.