Mga Web Novel na Slave Romance at mga Kuwentong Misunderstanding

A fate bounded by marriage and a love to an unconditional ending.. "Make sure you never cross paths with me or devil will make your life a hell" said a man in fine tailored dress and a dominant aura. The innocent girl never thought that she could paths with with them until one day "You?" said a girl, shocked to see the devil in front of her who she was going to marry. Anastasia a sweet girl who lost her parents in an accident wanted to find a love in an arranged marriage Xander knight a mighty billionaire, CEO of Knight Industries who had no faith in love and relationship Will he able to love Anastasia? Let's start a beautiful journey of two different people who were bound in an arrange marriage. Will their love conquer at last or let's find out in a story....

Julia loves reading BDSM erotic books. Her husband catches her reading one of those books and then they both try out playing sex games where Julia gets to be a slave and she loves playing these love games with her husband. But will these games affect their marriage? Let's find out by reading how it all started and how it's going! This is book 02 of the slavery series. It is a continuing story.

Arabella Owen is a naive girl who is hopelessly in love with Ashton Smith; she is so blinded by her love for him that she doesn’t see the love they have as nothing but a lie. When everything around began to fall apart and when she thought she couldn’t do it anymore her knight in shining armor came to her rescue. Alejandro Castillo had been a bad boy right from his high school days. He came from the most influential and powerful family in the country, he was known to be a playboy and a heartbreaker but even with all this news surrounding him his heart belongs to one woman. And he would do anything to get her, the right opportunity came and he isn’t going to let her go for the second time.

Leila was doing a role-play drama on the stage. All the people there were mesmerized by her beauty and her acting but two dark eyes fixed on her was up to no good. Damien took out his phone. He dialled a number... "I want you to kidnap a girl. Her name is Leila. I will send you the address. Drop her there..." He said with an evil smirk playing on his lips. Leila didn't know that her little mistake would make her life more miserable. She messed up with the wrong man. Damien was now sitting peacefully gawking her like a hunter to his prey.

So it appeared that she was to start paying her way on her back with this absolutely massive, broad-shouldered, tattooed, aptly-named wild warrior. Gideon was a large man, but this modern viking put him to serious physical shame; if Gideon’s dick had split her in half in agony, Iris could only imagine what this monster’s cock would do to her. She just hoped that he left her able to walk… and able to fuck the rest of the boys downstairs, because of course they’d be close behind. She knew there would be blood soaking and staining her thighs before things were done, long before they decided that they’d used her up. Stopping her jumbled thoughts, Iris slowly lowered herself to her knees. **** Liam “Viking” Callahan thought the job was done. Evidence buried. Debt paid to The Road Devils MC. Then he drives out of the Utah mountains with a secret in the back of his van: a terrified woman running for her life. Iris has spent six months planning her escape from Gideon and the Garden of Divine Light. She’s barefoot, freezing, and desperate enough to gamble on a stranger who looks dangerous... but still safer than the hell she left behind. So she hides. And prays. When the Road Devils discover Iris, the truth unravels: a cult, a tyrant, and a woman who fled into a winter night wearing nothing but a nightgown and borrowed boots. She’s broken, but not defeated. Iris wants her life back... her body, her choices, her fearlessness. The only man she feels safe with is the towering, gentle Viking. As trust turns into desire, neither of them sees the danger closing in. Gideon wants his “property” returned... and he won’t stop until he gets it.

"Despite your protests look at you now." He smirked bending down and placing a kiss on my neck. "In the end you easily succumbed to me without any protest." "I don't want to die." I responded as he continued to trail small butterfly kisses along my throat, all the while lightly grazing his sharp canines against it. "Your mouth is very dishonest woman." He said lifting and staring into my eyes. "It says no while your body says yes." "You're wrong." I whispered. "Am I now?" He spoke against my skin sending goosebumps all over my body. "I don't think I am." Valerie Anderson was your normal everyday secretary, at least she was until the day she died. Killed by her sex crazed supervisor by falling down a flight of stairs, Valerie finds herself waking up in the bed of the cold and oppressive Elias Langley. First prince and next in line for the throne of the land of Allsbrook, Elias gives Valerie two options, either be his slave or die by his hands. Unable to remember a thing, not even her name, Valerie isn't ready to die, not until she discovers how she appeared in this strange land and who she is. Desperate Valerie agrees to be Elias' slave, thus beginning their master and slave relationship. Will the cold Elias end up warming up to Valerie, allowing someone into his cold dead heart? Will Valerie be able to find her memories and figure out her mysterious background?

Elena Vance signed the binding contract with Dante Moreno believing it was merely a cold, transactional sacrifice to save her family's legacy. She had braced herself for a ruthless corporate titan, not a man who would systematically dismantle her defenses. Instead of a distant business arrangement, she steps willingly into a gilded cage of psychological dominance, raw possession, and scorching, unspoken tension. Dante doesn't just demand her compliance; he claims every facet of her existence, weaponizing his fierce obsession against her fragile autonomy. Behind closed doors, their interactions shift from hostile negotiations to intense, power-laden games where every touch is an interrogation and every surrender exacts a heavy toll. He learns the exact shape of her vulnerabilities, tracing her scars—both physical and emotional—with a possessive reverence that terrifies her as much as it ignites her. As the boundaries between captor and lover blur in the heat of midnight confrontations, Elena is forced to navigate a treacherous labyrinth of visceral heartbreak and compulsive desire. In the shadows of his sprawling estate, past secrets claw their way to the surface, threatening to shatter them both. Bound by a dangerous, consuming passion where submission and control are dangerously intertwined, they must decide whether to destroy each other or surrender completely to the darkness they awaken in one another.

Aasha. Was a young beautiful girl and always submissive. She was a classical dancer and had a dream of setting up a dance school and becoming a dance teacher. But her life was going to take a turn into tragedy because her father forced her into marriage. He doesn't respect her and hates her. When she thought what could be much worse her husband was shot right after he put a knot of marriage on her neck. The moment he became her husband she became his widow. Her husband was shot right on the altar while he was tying a knot to her. His blood spilled on her head as he fell down to her side. Horrified, she looked at the spilled blood and her husband. Panic grew among the public as they began to run away. When she looked forward unknowingly her eyes met with the murder. And he was looking at her as well. A smirk laid on his lips as he mouthed to her. "I'll get back to you".

"I can't let you free" The mafia boss whispered harshly. Then he pulled back and I was freezed in my position. However I managed to recover from my paralyzed state and with enough courage I asked. "What do you want from me?" I asked, my voice low as I gulped. My hazel eyes was briefly locked with his ocean blue eyes. "Oh nothing!! but you saw us killing Ashar." Oh so that guy's name was Ashar.. "I didn't see anybody killing anyone." I lied curtly. "Oh really!" His eye brows lifted up. "then who is this?" He pointed towards the laptop which was placed on the coffee table. I took a step forward towards the table and knelt down to get a clear view. And....... Oh my me!!! I was sooo doomed.. My pathetic life.. I wanna cry so loud... Oh god!! Why?? Why me?? It was me in my black dress standing in front of garage and my face was clearly seen in the screen. Sweat trickled down my forehead as I gulped hard while seeing the laptop screen. It was hard to believe but it was me. I was damn screwed up. THE MAFIA'S CAPTURED SLAVE

"P-please leave me.. I don't even know who your brother is.. " Luciana He snickered at her helpless form under him completely at his mercy..."You don't have to know him baby.. I will make sure you will only remember me.. Your hell like husband " DamonWith his words he started his beasty acts not caring about how badly he tortured her... How badly he's damaging her soul... A pure broken doll who was already shattered inside and out.. Her only hope was someone to come and save her from the nightmare in which she was living...But like people say nothing happens according to your wish.. He came.. Not to end her suffering but to increase it.A beast.. Heartless psycho.. Mafia boss... and Her worst nightmare...Will she be able to make him believe her innocence or will he end up in a pit of her love... A love.. His crazy love for her which wants nothing but to make her...Damon's Possession...WARNING: THIS BOOK CONTAINS MATURE CONTENT.. READ IT ON YOUR OWN RISK.

In a world where fairness should reign, injustice often holds sway. It's a place where the innocent suffer, where hard work doesn't always lead to success, and where privilege trumps merit. It's a world that can break hearts, crush dreams, and leave scars that never fully heal. Yet, amidst the darkness, there's still hope – hope for change, for empathy, and for a future where fairness isn't just a distant ideal, but a lived reality for all. But maybe that's not for me. After exchanging the rings I heaved a sigh of relief thinking that could be true, maybe there's truly hope somewhere. " You may now kiss the bride", the priest permitted. Every step he took towards me made me feel nervous, my heart pounding as fast as it could, and slowly he lifted my veil. I could bet I saw a smile for a second but it was immediately replaced with that of disgust on seeing me and he nearly puked. I thought this would be the beginning of dreams and not a nightmare but this would even be my worst nightmare. Wedding days are supposed to be the happiest days right? But that's not the case for me. Who said this world was ever fair? That was a big lie, if it is, to what extent?