Barbarian's Seduction Novels & Stories

On the front, in bold black letters, it read: THE SEDUCTION CONTRACT. "I’m giving you a very simple choice," Grant said, holding the papers over her head. "You choose your mother... or you choose the contract. Which is it?" "Neither," Freya replied, her heart hammering. "At least Darlington offered me a deal that wasn't just for his own personal gain. I hate to admit it, but even if Darlington is a killer—even if I hate him—he is a thousand times better than you."

Barbarian spoke in a disappointed tone. Sierra looked at Barbarian regretfully, "I'm sorry, Barbara. I didn't mean to make you feel neglected. I just thought that maybe you had other plans or didn't want to join since I know you are usually busy with your own affairs." Barbarian pondered for a moment, then shook his head, "No, there are no specific plans. I just like to be reminded and involved in things like this. So, I look forward to your invitation." Sierra sighed, "I apologize, Barbara. Of course, you are also invited. I would be very happy if you could join us."

Seeing that Kiran was not there, he confidently said, “Serena, you witch. How dare you threaten me to open up your master’s grave? You’re nothing but a beast.” Serena was crying sadly, but when she heard him, she was stunned, “What did you say, Barak?” “What did I say?” Barak scoffed and continued, “You asked me to repair your master’s tomb and let me work here. After everything was done, you asked me to dig up your master’s grave.” “I didn’t!” Serena was furious at Barak for twisting the truth. “You didn’t?” Hmph! Barak looked at everyone and said, “After I refused, she came to my house to seduce me. I still refused, so she found someone to kill my son and burn my house down. She’s simply h

"My first guess was that you were growing feelings for her. So I thought, what better way to open your eyes that Maria isn't for you than sending your long time mistress to you?" Bran's breath caught. No. No. Fuck, this couldn't be heading where Bran thought it was. "I told her to seduce you," Ariti announced, confirming Bran's suspicions, and Bran could barely breathe under the weight of the betrayal he felt. "The demoness is one of the most beautiful females I have ever seen. I thought seducing you wouldn't be an issue. So imagine my surprise when she tells me that she failed." He paused dramatically. "I almost admitted defeat. Almost. But thankfully, I had a back-up plan, and this is wher

Carissa replied coldly. Barrett sneered. "Are you trying to force me to snatch it from you?" "I just want to see how good a general of our kingdom really is in combat!" With that, Carissa tossed the dowry list up in the air. Barrett smirked contemptuously and leaped to grab the list. But before he could, a gust of wind lifted it up higher in the sky. Then, a red whip swiftly snaked around his wrist, pulling him down. He couldn't control his momentum and was unable to stop from crashing to the ground.

The altered embroidery at my bodice tingles faintly as if it can feel the ritual building around it. I don’t look at Orion. If I look at him now, I will run. Bastion waits at the center of the circle. Black coat, gold cuffs, and an expression carved into something noble and steady. His left hand hangs relaxed at his side. The glyph is hidden there, the trigger. Sariyah rises from her throne of carved obsidian behind him. She looks radiant and victorious. Her crown catches the torchlight and scatters it like fractured night. “You kneel,” she says. There is no cruelty in her tone, only certainty.

I woke up before the sun did-- because fear doesn't sleep. The kingdom was unusually quiet today. Some whispered music, even the wind was starting to sound one as trees danced with it. The birds are singing a lovely song while for me it sounds like a warning of a tragedy that's supposed to happen. A chaos that will happen today before the banquet ends. Others silently squealed as they looked at the gold trimmed invitations and boasted about how well they prepared themselves for this event. But me? I'm just a maid order to attend.

I would have enjoyed breaking him properly. Baron had chosen Ezreal, he had given himself to him. I wanted to taste him. He was the one thing that drove my desires. I didn't know when I got so addicted to him. No one, not even Aiden, who I was planning to fuck soon, got close to him. Breaking Baron would have been a fucking delight. Especially when I saw the clips of Ezreal thrusting his dick inside Baron’s mouth at the altar.

The intensity of his gaze made my stomach tighten and my thighs press together. “Get out,” he commanded the maids. “Wait, no!” I protested, but it was already too late. Soren smiled, that dark and heartless smile that made my knees weak. He pushed off the pillar and began slowly unbuttoning his shirt, revealing the hard, sculpted muscles of his chest and abdomen. “You want them to stay?” he asked mockingly, eyes gleaming with wicked amusement. “So they can watch how good I fuck you? Or let them stay and be charged for treason.”

Cayd asks me. I frown. “Won’t I hurt him?” “I’m very strong, little mate,” Baron says. I can tell the difference because Baron’s voice is deeper, but also the way he talks to me is in a more…seductive way. There’s not really another way to say it. It’s like he’s purring his words to me, lulling me into his trance, but not in a scary way.