Survival Game Web Novels & Possessive Weak to Strong Stories

He asked me to take everything. Every kiss. Every fight. Every quiet morning he ever let himself be soft with me. Every single memory of the five years we spent loving each other in secret. He said it was the only way to keep me safe. That if he walked into the enemy’s camp knowing he had a mate, they would use me to destroy him. So he asked me to hold his memories inside me, like I was a box he could trust, and he promised he would come back for them in six months. That was five years ago. Caius is home now. But he doesn’t remember me. He doesn’t remember any of it. And the worst part? He is falling in love with me all over again, slowly, the way he did the first time, and I am standing here with all of him inside my head, watching him meet me like a stranger. I know every single thing about him. His nightmares. The way he takes his coffee. The scar on his ribcage from the night he almost died protecting me. The exact words he said when he first told me he loved me. He knows nothing about me. And now the people he spent five years hunting are closing in, the mission is falling apart, and the only way to save him is to give him back everything he asked me to take. But if I do that, he will remember everything they did to me while he was gone. And the Caius who remembers is not the kind of man who lets things go.

Humanity lives on the edge of extinction. Every season, the Northern Lands demand a sacrifice of a human to be sent to the Ice Castle, and given to the Lycan King and his court to be used, broken, and discarded. No sacrifice has ever returned. Sergio Herrera is the disgraced son of a once-powerful family. When his father offers him as the next tribute to save their own status, Sergio is dragged in chains across the frozen border. He expects death and humiliation. What he does not expect is the way the the Lycan king looks at him. He didn't look at him with hunger, but with pain. Because the moment Leandro's eyes fall on Sergio, the mate bond awakens. A searing, undeniable, cruelly ironic truth: the human he was meant to destroy is the one the Moon goddess chose for him. But in the Ice Castle, the bond is not a blessing. It is a weakness, and Leandro's enemies will use it against him. His court will mock him for wanting a human, and Sergio, who is fragile, human, and alone, must decide whether to run from the monster or trust the only creature in the frozen castle who looks at him like he is not a sacrifice, but salvation.

Brynn Ashwood survived ten years as a servant in Greymire, beaten, starved, and invisible. She learned to endure the whip, to swallow her screams, to become nothing. Survival meant silence. Freedom was a fantasy she'd buried alongside her slaughtered pack. Then he felt her pain. Torrhen Ashford, the ruthless alpha of the Northern Territories, wakes one night to agony that isn't his. A rare pain bond, the kind that hasn't surfaced in fifty years, has tied him to a girl he's never met. Every bruise she earns, he feels. Every lash she takes, he bleeds. And he's done pretending he doesn't care. When Torrhen storms Greymire to claim her, Brynn doesn't trust him. Alphas don't save servants. They own them. But the bond doesn't lie, his rage when she's hurt, his gentleness when she breaks, the way he'd burn the world down to keep her safe. For the first time in a decade, she dares to hope. But hope is dangerous. Rodrick Vale, the alpha who destroyed her pack, won't let her go. To him, she's property. Proof of his conquest. And when the council rules that Torrhen violated territorial law by taking her, Brynn is forced to make an impossible choice: let one of Torrhen's wolves pay the blood price, or return to Greymire herself. She chooses hell. One year of servitude in exchange for the pack's safety. One year of surviving Rodrick's revenge. One year of Torrhen feeling every moment of her suffering through the bond, unable to save her, forbidden from crossing the border, slowly losing his mind. Some loves are fated. Some are forged in fire. Theirs was built on pain. And when her year is up, Rodrick will learn what happens when you hurt an alpha's mate.

“You loved a lie. Now love the one who created it” Ophelia Veline thought life couldn't get any worse after falling from grace to grass and being murdered by her older sister and fiancé. Bruised emotionally and broken physically, she’s left for dead. Left in a pool of her cold blood. Her pathetic life saga was meant to end here, she saw the light just ahead and it was reaching out for her soul until he snatched it instead. The unlikely god with an otherworldly aura. “I can grant you a second chance. Only if you agree to play my games” “Please…” she begged. The next time she’s awake, it's not in her former life that used to be all sugar and icing. She’s trapped in a hellish world of survival and madness. Once a decadent princess, now a pawn in a god's twisted playground. Ophelia will have to adapt or die trying because death doesn't wait. And the god who brought her into this hell hole couldn't care less about her or maybe…he does. But one thing is certain…she has to SURVIVE!

Poppy died from exhaustion at work, lying helplessly on her cold desk. She died a virgin who had never been with a man, leaving behind many regrets, and because of those regrets, she was given a second chance. When Poppy opened her eyes again, she found that she had transmigrated to another world. She was overjoyed and intended to find a handsome man in this new world. However, all of Poppy's hopes were shattered when she realized that this world was in the midst of an Apocalypse! [Welcome to the Virgin Survival Guide System!] [To survive in this frozen world, the Host must seek warmth from the affection of others. If the Warmth Meter reaches zero, the Host will die.] Poppy was stunned, not only did she have to survive in the middle of a frozen world, but now her life was also in danger!

"Who needs love when I can see the future?" After being betrayed by my boyfriend and best friend, I died and then woke up five years into the past, bound to a mysterious system. The quest my System gave me—just two weeks before the zombie apocalypse—was simple: find the most dangerous man in the city and make him my protector. Unfortunately, that man is a psychopath. A mad dog everyone fears... and the only person capable of keeping me alive. With Foresight, a pocket dimension, and memories of the world's end, I intend to rewrite my fate. As long as I survive him first. (Mature theme present #threesome)

I was the Luna of Moonridge Pack. The smartest wolf they had. Every battle we won, every strategy that made us powerful, that was me. My brain, my plans, my ideas. But nobody knew. My mate, Alpha Kael, he took everything I created and told everyone it was his. He treated me like dirt. Had a girlfriend everyone knew about. Hurt me when nobody was looking. For six whole years I survived this. The mate bond made it impossible to leave. Or so I thought. Then his girlfriend got pregnant. With the baby I could never give him. That was it. I was done. I planned to run away in two weeks. But three days before I could escape, she lost the baby. Somebody poisoned her. And now everyone thinks I did it. They locked me in the dungeons. In three days they are going to kill me for murder. My own dad is not even sure I am innocent. The whole pack hates me. All the evidence says I am guilty. Except I did not do it. Somebody set me up. Somebody wants me dead. They think I am weak. They think I will just give up and die. They are so, so wrong. My name is Aria Silvercrest and I have survived six years of pure hell. I am not dying now. Not like this. Not without fighting back with everything I have. This is my story. And it is just getting started.

She was sold by her ruthless father to the powerful mafia lord, Lorenzo as an alliance to get back at Giovanni, their archenemy. Being a pawn in their games of power and dominance, Isabella had no choice than to play along. Amidst the power tussle, lies and deceit, she finds herself falling helplessly for the mafia Lord, who only wanted her for his pleasures and business.

“Get away from me,” I hissed, gripping the knife tighter. His gaze flicked down to the blade, then back to me, a slow, amused smile curving his lips. “A knife?” he said softly, tilting his head. “Are you perhaps flirting with me?” I gritted my teeth. The asshole was enjoying this — every fucking second of it. ⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘ When Leah got home early from work, she was hoping for one thing — to fix what was left of her relationship with Daniel. Instead, she walked in on him in the arms of another woman. Heartbroken and humiliated, she stormed out, blind with tears… and straight into the path of an oncoming car. But death wasn’t the end for Leah. No! Death was actually the beginning.

“Do not let her touch you ever again.” “Why not? She’s my…girlfriend. You’re just my sneaky link cellie.” The rage in Jordan’s eyes is volcanic and terrifying. He takes a step closer, voice dropping to a threat disguised as a promise. “Try me, Preppy… and I swear I’ll kiss you in front of every guard, every inmate, every pair of judging eyes in this hellhole. Then we'll see who you truly belong to.” Quincy Laurent—alias, richie rich—had the kind of life people envy. He's got a future paved in gold. One mistake shattered it all. Now he’s Blackbridge’s prettiest, trapped in the same cell with Blackbridge's most chaotic, Jordan Vex. Jordan is everything Quincy is not. inked, dangerous, magnetic, a walking storm with eyes that see right through the armor Quincy didn’t know he still had. They clash instantly. Quincy hates the chaos Jordan embodies… and hates even more how drawn he is to it. While the prison changes him, Jordan ruins him. And the desire he believes is a fantasy is tested when he finally learns who Jordan is.