Beloved Tyrant

The Horror Game invaded the world. Real players entered the game, and their every move would be broadcast live. My adopted son shoved me—an eighty-eight-year-old woman—straight into a deadly dungeon to save his own skin. One of the comments in the live stream predicted: [What? They’re tossing in such an elderly woman? No way she’s gonna survive the first night!] On the first night, a frost-bitten ghost exhaled icy breath in my face. I shrugged off my thick floral coat, feeling sorry for her. “You poor thing! You must be freezing. Listen to me and bundle up quickly!” The second night, a starving ghost lunged at me with blood dripping down his chin. I sniffed the air, then found a jar of pickled cabbage. “Look at how skinny you are! Come on, let me get you something hot to eat.” On the final day, the last surviving players tied me up, desperate to steal the one ticket to escape. However, before they could touch me, every ghost in the dungeon came storming out, cleavers and rolling pins in hand. “Touch her, and you’re dead meat!”

His lap is my throne and my body is his salvation. Orphaned and enslaved, I was sold to Prince Erwin's palace to serve as his sex slave. They said the prince drinks blood daily and has a taste for killing people. That only blood, violence, and screams can arouse his sexual desire. His favourite colour was reddish blood, and my hair was red. Perhaps that's why he fell in love with me, made love with me almost every night, but sometimes his demonic side took over and he raped me me brutally. But deep in my heart, I know he loved me. He adorned me with the jewels, burned his own king-father alive, for me. He still chose me even though he was married to a beautiful noblewoman. And I loved him as well. He is the king of my body, my heart, and my soul. The prophecy says that I will die by his hand, and before that happens, I must free him from the curse he was born with. He is the beast, and I am the beauty. Can the beauty heal the beast? **** This story contains some adult concepts such as: - Slavery, Harem, and reverse harem (since the setting is in the 16th. I opposed slavery) - Graphic sexual and violent scenes (stay away if you are under 18) - Bloody vengeance (may be distressing to some readers. If you are easily triggered, it may be best to avoid this book) - Gods, Goddesses vs Demons (Based on Greek mythology, not suitable if you are too religious) This story is a work of fiction, intended to satisfy readers' wildest smut and romantic fantasies. Please do not read this book if you dislike the above topics. You have been warned.

My fiancee was diagnosed with cancer and needed a liver transplant. When I found out I'm a match, I agreed to undergo the surgery without a second thought. They removed two-thirds of my liver. The pain is excruciating, but the moment I wake up, I force myself to check on her. Outside her hospital room, I overhear her talking to a friend. "Trish, you're a genius! This revenge plan is brilliant!" her friend exclaims. Patricia Zeller laughs. "If I weren't trying to keep it low-key, I would've taken a kidney just for fun. It's all his fault that Warren messed up his college entrance exam and had to study abroad. Warren's coming back in a month. Once he does, I'm done with him for good."

Working for a young master who had deep trauma was surely difficult, but Hawisa had no other choice. Even though the young master's trauma sometimes appeared and Hawisa was injured, she would never leave him. The young master was so touched, he said: "How interesting! Let's see whether she really heading me without any matter or no." Then his attraction made Hawisa the only woman he loved. Whatever Hawisa wanted will always be given, but how could Hawisa believe that she had been the one loved by the young master. And how could Young Master Amon Nikolas Sergio convince his love for Hawisa?

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Layla, an omega wolf, is rejected by her mate, Alpha Aiden. Aiden is engaged to Zara, the chosen future Luna for the pack. Zara begins to systematically oppress and isolate the omegas, after noticing the slight exchange between Aiden and Layla. Aiden, while rejecting their bond, secretly tries to protect Layla, but his actions places Layla in danger. With the help of Beta James, Layla attempts to move on after the rejection but Aiden refuses to allow her move on. "You are mine Layle! You are mine!!"

After dying in prison from experimentation, I had gone back in time 2 years before my death. My faith in the Imperial Family, my affection for my own family, they can all go to hell! For that goal, I seek the second prince of this Empire, Azazel von Elysian for cooperation. "I will help you become the Emperor. In return, make me your Empress. I want everyone to be at my feet." With this agreement, we were bound by a bond where we would crush the Empire to create anew. I will make him the perfect Tyrant. - "Verena, tell me what you desire. I'll give it to you with all my heart." He whispered softly to my ear while holding me from behind, as if to lock me in his embrace forever. "Why are you asking me when we have already reached our goals?" He tighten his embrace, burying his head onto my shoulder. "... Please forget I asked." As time passes, he has developed a strong attachment to me, bordering on obsession. "Please don't abandon me... If you do, I'll kill myself." My eyes went wide, shiver ran down my spine as I unconsciously stepped back because of his threat. That Tyrant Emperor that I created is kneeling on the floor in front of me, the one who has used him. As if he's child who would be abandoned by his parents. I thought he would hate me at the least, but he turned into a crazy, obsessive tyrant that followed my wishes. He wouldn't let me escape his golden cage that he created for me. "If you're going to hell, Verena, bring me along with you." - Warning : The story contains adult content such as violence, consumption of heavy drinks, illegal drugs, blood and murder. Readers who are uncomfortable with the content, it's recommended not to read.

Talia Herman thought life couldn’t throw anything worse at her than Maxton Carter, cocky, arrogant, and the hockey heartthrob who once broke her leg and nearly her spirit. But when her mother marries into the wealthy Carter family, Talia is forced to live under the same roof as her worst enemy… who might just be her biggest weakness. Maxton is hiding more than just bruises from the rink, he’s hiding how much he actually feels for the firecracker now sleeping across the hall. Their chemistry is undeniable, their tension explosive, but one dangerous bet threatens to destroy any hope for peace. Between fights, stolen glances, and secrets that could burn the whole Carter mansion down, Talia and Maxton are about to find out what happens when love and rivalry collide, on and off the ice.

She was meant to save the heroine, but now she's carrying the tyrant's baby. "Found you." He smirked, tightening his grip on Selene's arm. ~~~ Selene is an avid reader of dark romance and is currently obsessed with a tragic tale where the beautiful Rosalind, daughter of a fallen noble, becomes a servant and falls into the clutches of the ruthless tyrant king, Alaric. When Rosalind becomes pregnant, the king casts her aside for another woman, leaving her to die in heartbreak. Devastated after finishing the book, Selene's emotions overwhelm her-until, in a flash, she's pulled into the very world that shattered her heart. But to her surprise, she's no longer just a reader but Rosalind's loyal servant. She then accepts her destiny and becomes determined to rewrite the story and protect the female lead from the king's cruelty. Yet fate has a twisted sense of humor. As Selene tries to shield Rosalind from King Alaric, the tyrant becomes captivated by Selene's fiery defiance and wit. Instead of Rosalind, it's Selene who catches his eye... and soon, it is she who is carrying the tyrant's child.

At sixteen, I took a fatal blow for him. As my wolf soul shattered, he swore with blood-red eyes: "When I become Alpha, I will make you my Luna." But two years later, when he led the pack to migrate to new territory, he told the butler before departure: "Her broken wolf soul will only drag the group down." With my bundle, I slipped out. Fate played a cruel joke: I boarded the wrong carriage, replacing a weeping bride, and was delivered to the wedding chamber of Alaric Argent, Alpha of the Sterling Pack. The tall, steady figure before me sparked an odd sense of calm. The fog of memory wouldn’t let me be sure. Was this mistaken arrival a new beginning… or the continuation of an old shadow?