Black Clover Female

⚠️”BDSM, abuse, master-slave relationship, graphic…”⚠️ Illegitimate daughter, unwanted by her own family, Avelyn is sold off to settle her father’s debts in place of her sister and lands in the arms of the city’s most dangerous man. Her heart already belongs to someone else, yet she must survive one year under his roof without surrendering her body… or her soul. Can she resist the pull of temptation when her enemy becomes the only man who can save her? This is a dark romance. You have been forewarned⚠️ Now swipe like a good girl

"I can't believe you're a virgin, Ivy." "I am." "Strip then." She could not believe her ears. Her life crumbled the day she was forced to replace Ivy - her step sister. A virginity test. An arranged marriage. Jada Weston's doom begins the night she’s forced to replace her sister in an arranged marriage to Rowan Donovan, the ruthless billionaire known as the King of Northhill. What should have been her sister’s future becomes Jada's prison. Rowan finds out. And he's very very angry. He believes Jada's blood is tied to the woman who destroyed his past, and he marries her not for love, but for vengeance. Cold nights, hidden desire, and dangerous attraction bind them together until love grows where hatred once lived. But when jealousy, lies, and a deadly twin’s scheme frame Jada for betrayal, she is cast out of the empire she fought to protect. And Jada must decide: reclaim her throne, or burn Northhill to the ground.

Olivia’s best friend Sandra turned against her, spoke ill about her to her husband, convinced him that she caused her fall that resulted in her miscarriage, stole from him and that she has been stealing from him for months. Also, that Olivia has been secretly taking prevention pills because she didn’t want to have a child with Nick. She convinced him that Olivia was still in love with her high school sweetheart, Marcus. In his anger, Nick sent his wife to prison and moved on with his wife’s best friend, Sandra. Will their relationship last, was Olivia going to get her revenge and her husband back?

Ivy Rosalia Jones, a young and beautiful doctor working at a suburban hospital, is determined to marry a man she met through a blind date, even though he is paralyzed. Originally, the marriage was meant to be symbolic, with both of them intending not to interfere in each other's affairs after the wedding. However, Ivy never expected that she would end up marrying the most influential man in the world. Shawn Dyxon Tate, Ivy's husband, has no intention of letting his beautiful wife go. Once she entered his life, he made a decision to spoil her and gave her the world she never had.

"You keep saying he died of black magic, but you're not telling me exactly how he died. If what you're saying is true... what happened to him??" I ask her with a raise of my brows. "The magic consumed him. He became power hungry. He started absorbing the powers from members of our coven. He wanted it all for himself. He had to be put down. He had to be stopped" She explains "Mom, what are you saying? Are you insinuating what I think you are? What do you mean he had to be put down??" The windows to her room bang open and cool breeze is rushing in, making the papers in her room fly haphazardly. "Layla, you have to calm down." She motions towards me. "So the coven killed him?? They killed my father and you didn't do anything about it????" I scream at the top of my lungs, the lights still flickering, tears pooling in my eyes and wind blowing in through the windows. "He killed two people from our coven! His eyes were completely black! The magic had completely taken over him. Your dad wasn't there anymore. So yes, we killed him to protect the rest of the coven…"

Two years ago, as a graduate of Werewolf Medical School, I volunteered to go to the most remote and poorest pack, as it had always been my dream to help werewolf patients in need. I heard from my teacher that the werewolves in the Rogue Pack were the poorest and that their living conditions were the worst. Most of the werewolves there were old and weak, so I volunteered to go to that pack as soon as I graduated. After I arrived, I helped them build an infirmary and even set up a blood station. Every year, I led them in voluntary blood donations. But one time—right after I had taken a short break following a blood donation—they turned on me. They slandered me, calling me a selfish and heartless healer. Worse still, they accused me of faking illness, claiming I was lying comfortably in bed while patients were dying—refusing to lift a finger to save them. Not only that, they stormed into the infirmary, seized all my herbs and equipment, and completely trashed the place I had built for them with my own hands. Recalling the days I had spent day and night healing them—only to see my infirmary destroyed and my dream shattered—I let out a bitter smile. I picked up the phone and called the dean of my home pack. "I'm ready to return," I said. "I want to serve the patients in our own pack." Then, without a trace of regret, I left that place behind. However, after I gave up, the whole pack regretted it and begged me to return.

Five years after moving abroad, I return to the country for the first time at the invitation of a business partner. My partner sends a reliable assistant to meet me at the company entrance. I never expect to see my ex, Roy Henderson, who disappeared without a trace five years ago. Back then, a car accident lands me in the hospital. I need his signature, but he is nowhere to be found. Later, I find out he has gone to celebrate his lover's birthday. Everyone assumes I will forgive him like I always do. After all, I have forgiven him countless times before. As soon as I get out of the hospital, I leave the country and disappear from his life completely. Roy frowns as I walk into the company. "You actually tracked me down?" He lets out a sigh. "Forget it. Since you've found me anyway, Ava just had a baby and is still in postpartum recovery. Go take care of her."

One reckless swipe. One night that should’ve never happened. There's no turning back. Isla Ainsley, 26, never imagined that a silly swipe on Tinder would land her in bed with Julian Wolfe: a dangerously charming 42-year-old, high-powered fashion marketing executive. And a single father with a teenage daughter who tricked her into the match. What was supposed to be a mistake quickly becomes an addiction. And when feelings get involved, it’s not just clothing that gets stripped away, but scars from a past neither of them has fully healed. Thrown back into Julian’s world as an intern, Isla finds herself caught in a tightrope walk between professionalism, desire, and a quiet war of dominance. But love and business don’t play by the same rules. And neither shows' mercy to women like her. When family secrets, reputation, and revenge explode into chaos, Isla has to decide: walk away, or fall harder for the man who could shatter her completely. Some loves are unhealable. They're meant to be fought for. Even when they hurt like hell.

"Why......... You don't even care about me, ever since I stepped into this house all you do is ignore me, it hurts you know." Layla broke down into tears, without warning, Theodore pulled her to a kiss, Layla tried pulling away from him but he didn't buldge, it didn't take long for her to melt in his arms, returning the kiss. --- Layla, who was sentenced to ten years for murder, a crime she didn't commit was sad and depressed, during the process she lost her mother, everthing felt hopeless, she gave up on life until she was given a chance to get married to a multi billionaire, Layla was sceptical at first but she accepted, she couldn't get a job or a place to stay because of her record so it was a plus for her. Theodore on the other hand is a multi billionaire, he lost his father at a young age and his mother who he thought was loving and caring left his at a young age with his sisters who were kids, after that Theodore grew to have hatred for women, when he was asked to get married he didn't want to but had to accept because of his grandfather. Theodore didn't like Layla but as time passed by he couldn't help but fall for her and she also felt the same, after a very difficult time together, he discovered her secrets and in that process they learnt about their love for each other, he helped her get revenge and she helped heal his heart.

My mom is a retired supermodel. She's added a monitor to the weight scales at home so that she can monitor my and my sister, Abigail Teller's perfect body weight. If my data goes up by 0.1%, Mom will ban me from eating for the next three days. But the thing is, Abigail keeps eating fried chicken every day, yet her monitor's light is always green. Mom claims that Abigail's still going through puberty. I defend myself, saying that I've gained weight because of the bloating caused by my period. As Mom points at the red light emitted by my monitor, she exclaims, "The data is never wrong! If you've gained weight, that means you've been snacking far too much!" After getting punished many times, I begin believing that being fat is a sin. On the night of my 20th birthday, the long-term diet I've been placed on has triggered my kidney failure, which causes me to bloat up everywhere. I kneel on the floor and plead to Mom that I'm seriously ill. But that's when the monitor lets out a shrill alarm. When Mom sees the 5% increase in my body fat data, she puts me through a devillish punishment. I can feel the electric currents jolting through my body. "It's bad enough that you've secretly snacked on cake, but to even lie in my face about your illness? I'd like to see how long you can stay stubborn for!" Having said her piece, Mom locks the door and takes Abigail out to celebrate her birthday. I guess Mom is correct. Monitors never lie. I'm the one who's at the wrong for being a glutton. That's why I've transformed into a monster who doesn't deserve any love at all. I'm sorry, Mom. I'll only drink water in my next life.