Absolute Threshold Manga

Autumn Bennett, a 23-year-old omega and a farmer’s daughter, lived a peaceful life with her parents and younger sister, Hanna. Her family worked tirelessly in agriculture, ensuring she received a good education, and she majored in Agricultural Soil Science. Her future seemed secure, with her marriage arranged to William, her father’s friend’s son. She was content—until tragedy struck. Their omega village was mercilessly attacked by the Alpha, who looted everything and killed her parents. Forced to flee, Autumn and Hanna survived in the forest for days, only to be captured by the Lycan King’s army along with other girls and taken to the kingdom as slaves. Zane Valerian Blackhowl, the 25-year-old Lycan King, is a ruthless and feared ruler who demands absolute respect. Scarred by his mother’s abandonment when he was just a baby, he despises women, seeing them as nothing more than tools for satisfaction. When brought before the king, Autumn refuses to accept a life of slavery. Instead, she boldly bargains for her and her sister’s protection, offering her knowledge and skills in exchange. Intrigued by her defiance, Zane grants her a chance—but in his world, trust is dangerous, and weakness is unforgivable. Will Autumn prove her worth and survive in the Lycan kingdom, or will she fall prey to the beast who refuses to love?

　　Three years ago, at the very wedding I had meticulously prepared, my fiancé, Vito Rossi, turned the ceremony into a stage to propose to his childhood sweetheart, Isabella. 　　When I dared to confront him, he didn't offer an apology. Instead, he threw me into a subterranean dungeon. Whippings, starvation, and systematic humiliation—I nearly drew my last breath in that living hell. 　　Eventually, I chose to let them go. I walked away and married the man who sits at the absolute peak of the underworld—Lorenzo De Santis, the Godfather of the De Santis family. 　　Three years later, at the San Antonio Docks. 　　I accompanied Lorenzo for a business negotiation, but a sudden matter forced him to step away, leaving his men to receive me. I never expected to run into Vito after three years of silence. 　　Vito and his now-fiancée humiliated me in front of the crowd, even accusing me of being a spy and threatening to arrest me. 　　I turned my gaze toward my husband, who had just arrived—the man who rules the entire Mafia world. I lifted my chin and looked at him. 　　"Lorenzo," I said, my voice steady and clear. "This maniac wants to throw your wife into a dungeon again. How do you intend to handle this?"

She was sent to seduce him. She was never meant to fall in love. Marina Nightmare breaks her mate bond and infiltrates enemy territory with one mission: get close to Alpha Sylvan Red horn and discover if he is behind the plague killing werewolf pups across all territories. The plan is simple. Until it is not. Under the blood moon, Marina becomes Sylvain's chosen mate. She bears his twin daughters. Against every instinct of survival, she falls desperately in love with the wolf she was sent to destroy. When her betrayal is exposed, Sylvan cages her above a ravine, his amber eyes burning with heartbreak and rage. "You were my moon. Now you are nothing." But Marina's deception is only one piece of a far deadlier game. As the true enemy rises from the shadows to slaughter all the packs, former lovers must become reluctant allies. The only thing that can stop total annihilation is the Crimson Pact. It is ancient magic requiring absolute trust between those who can no longer bear to look at each other. Betrayal costs more than blood. It costs everything. A dark paranormal romance where love is not enough, trust is shattered, and redemption demands the ultimate sacrifice.

“The client requested natural conception.” At night, in a luxurious villa, Adela lay naked on the bed. The room was dark. She stared at the blurry patterns on the ceiling, her palms already drenched with sweat. The sound of water flowing from the bathroom gradually stopped. Adela struggled to breathe, her heart pounding as if it were about to jump out of her chest. This was her first time, but she wasn’t here as a lover. She was here as a surrogate mother. The bathroom door was pushed open. From the narrow gap came a warm yellow light. A man, wrapped in a towel, stepped out. Adela couldn’t see his face clearly, only sensing that he was a tall and imposing figure. …… Adela initially thought this was just a transaction—she needed money to fend off the ruthless men who came knocking because of her father’s gambling debts. But what she didn’t expect was for her fate to become entangled with this man. He was a man of absolute power and dominance, yet every time she was on the brink of despair, he was the one who held her up. More importantly, as time went on, Adela began to uncover the truth about her own identity. Her real family—her true origins—were deeply connected to this man. Their destinies became even more intertwined, especially after she gave birth to their child…

Warning: Mature Content Shock, cold and absolute, rippled through me. My jaw dropped. “Owned? I am not an object! You can’t just—” His dark chuckle cut me off. It was a chilling sound, devoid of warmth. “Oh, but I do, little bird. You became mine the moment your dear brother, Carlos, sold you to clear his debts. Along with almost all the shares in your father’s company.” The air left my lungs in a ragged gasp. What was he talking about? That couldn't be true, yet the look in his eyes said otherwise. He had sold me like an object, like chattel. Rage, raw and unadulterated, surged through me, eclipsing the fear for a fleeting moment. I tried to push past him, to escape and to run anywhere but his hand shot out, grabbing me by the neck, not quite choking but enough to hold me in an iron grip. He pinned me to the wall, his face inches from mine, his eyes burning with an intense possessive fire. “You now belong to Lorenzo Blackwood,” he growled, his voice low and dangerous. “You are mine. To possess. To claim. To own.”

In a world of wars and betrayals, a world of racism and injustice, a world that applies the law of the jungle, a world ruled by force, only the strong write history. Religions and beliefs multiplied, and there were many gods, each sect believes in the god it deems powerful. The strong been worshiped and the weak waits for someone to protect him ,All this has produced for us one belief that has become one of the pillars in all religions. Most religions adopt the idea of ​​the "Savior", which claims in short that the world will remain full of evil and corruption until the appearance of the "Savior" who will fill the earth with justice and equity... Perhaps our problem on this earth is that most people are waiting for someone to come to fix their societies, instead of doing it. This is the story of the man who came from the western land and became the "Savior" only to destroy this belief. The man who thirsts for power reached its highest levels, and there he found the absolute truth behind what is called good and evil. How did he transform from a hero and king looking for justice to a man thirsting for power and revenge, from an innocent man to a man who might stain his fists with the blood of the gods if necessary, from a weak man to a man who rules the heavens and what is below.

She tried to win him back. The kidnappers did not get the memo. Nora Hale’s life used to read like one of her bestselling novels - perfect husband, dream career, book tours- she was living her best life. Now, after two years of crippling writer's block, looming deadlines, and a husband who has packed his bags, her story has hit a brutal plot twist, and Nora is desperate to have the happy ending she’s used to writing. Naturally, she does what any logical, emotionally sane woman would do – plan a dangerous trip to Paris to rekindle the spark with her husband (and maybe spark a new book while she’s at it). The plan? Simple. The outcome? Absolute chaos. Between real criminals, fake ransom notes, French police, and one soon-to-be ex-husband, Nora’s romantic rescue mission quickly turns into an international disaster. But somewhere between the mayhem and macarons, Nora and her husband rediscover something they’d lost – the spark that started it all. Now if only she can keep him from finding out the truth behind the worst (and best) idea she’s ever had before the credits roll. Because in love and fiction… sometimes the best stories are total disasters. Billionaire romance story.

His eyes returned to me—slow, assessing. Then, without warning, his hands shot up and clamped around my throat. I gasped, instinctively clawing at his arms. He didn’t move. “Disobey me again,” he said, voice low, stripped of warmth, “and we won’t be counting next time.” Even shaking, I lifted my chin. “Then don’t mistake silence for obedience,” I said hoarsely. Carlino’s voice followed—calm, absolute, as if nothing had happened. “Lock her floor tonight.” That was when it settled. There was no mercy here. No exaggeration. Every word, every threat—he meant them. He wasn’t pretending to be the devil. He simply didn’t bother hiding it. --- She hates him. He refuses to let himself want her. Lina Gray never thought love would betray her. Until the man she trusted, traded her life to pay his debts. Delivered into the hands of Carlino Lacentra, the Mafia king whose name ends conversations. Lina is stripped of choice and crowned Donna to secure a throne she never asked for. In his world, power is law, loyalty is currency, and a woman beside the king is never just a woman.

Antes de completar dezoito anos, eu era a adorada princesa da família Moretti. Tudo mudou no meu décimo oitavo aniversário, quando meu pai trouxe para casa uma garota órfã chamada Carina. — Ela precisa de um lar. — Disse meu pai. — Você cuidará dela, como uma irmã. A partir daquele momento, nada foi igual. Meu irmão, que antes me adorava, tornou-se frio e distante. E meu noivo... o amor dele por mim parecia se reduzir pela metade da noite para o dia. A família elogiava Carina por ser dócil e obediente, chamando-a de uma filha muito melhor do que eu, sua própria carne e sangue. Depois de muito ser deixada de lado por Carina, finalmente desabei e segurei a manga do meu pai. — O sangue não significa nada? — Perguntei. A fúria do meu pai se acendeu. Ele abrigou Carina em lágrimas atrás dele, e diante de toda a família, deu-me um tapa no rosto. — Seu desperdício egoísta. Eu devia nunca ter tido você. — Você traz vergonha a esta família. — A voz do meu irmão Marco soou fria como uma lâmina. — Saia. E meu noivo, Vincent, olhou para mim com desapontamento: — Se ao menos eu estivesse noivo da Carina desde o início. Eles achavam que eu me curvaria aos pés deles, como sempre fizera. Mas não disse uma palavra; apenas fui até o cofre da família, retirei os documentos oficiais e risquei meu nome com um único traço. Tirei o anel de noivado do dedo e o coloquei sobre a mesa. Dei a Carina tudo aquilo que eles achavam que eu não merecia. Afinal, eu tinha apenas mais vinte e quatro horas de vida. Mas eles não faziam ideia, naquele momento, de que — em meio às ruínas da família Moretti — um dia se ajoelhariam na chuva implorando pelo meu retorno.

Eu fui forçada a trocar meu coração com o primeiro amor do meu marido. Depois disso, morri no corredor do hospital particular que ele mesmo criou. Antes de eu morrer, meu filho de seis anos, Otávio Júnior, chorou e implorou a pai dele três vezes. Na primeira vez, Otávio segurou a mão daquele homem e disse que eu estava vomitando sangue. Ele riu com desprezo: — Dessa vez ela finalmente aprendeu algo, até ensinou você a mentir. Em seguida, ele mandou os seguranças expulsarem Otávio do quarto. Na segunda vez, Otávio agarrou a manga de sua camisa e disse que eu estava delirando de dor. Ele franziu a testa: — É só uma troca de coração. Os médicos já disseram que ela não vai morrer. Mais uma vez, os seguranças puxaram Otávio para fora. Na terceira vez, Otávio se jogou no chão, segurou firme a barra da calça dele e chorou dizendo que eu já estava inconsciente. Dessa vez, ele perdeu a paciência. Ele agarrou Otávio pelo pescoço e o jogou para fora do quarto: — Eu já disse que Heloísa Dias não vai morrer. Se você vier aqui incomodar o descanso da Bianca Nunes de novo, eu juro que vou expulsar vocês dois deste hospital. Desesperado para me salvar, Otávio penhorou seu escapulário, algo que ele considerava um tesouro, para uma enfermeira: — Tia, eu não quero viver cem anos. Só quero que minha mamãe continue viva. A enfermeira aceitou o escapulário e se preparou para me transferir para o último quarto disponível. Mas o primeiro amor do meu marido, Bianca, bloqueou a porta com seu cachorro no colo e disse: — Sinto muito, garotinho. Seu pai está preocupado que eu me sinta sozinha sem o meu cachorro. Este quarto foi reservado para meu cachorro.