Carlos Sainz X Reader の小説・ストーリー

The kingdom of Valdris has survived a thousand years through blood and fear, ruled by kings who never flinched and never forgave. Corvin, the current ruler, is no different. He is beautiful in a dangerous way, undefeated in battle, and feared by every soul who speaks his name. He has never wanted anything he could not take. Until the spy. On the eve of his coronation anniversary, a fox is discovered inside the inner palace. It shifts into a young man named Elowen, a shifter from the eastern wildlands who carries ancient magic and a smile sharp enough to cut. By every law, he should be executed. Instead, Corvin makes a shocking decision and claims the spy as his personal “pet,” a living trophy meant to remind the world of his power. Elowen, however, did not end up in the palace by accident. He was sent to infiltrate Corvin’s court, earn the king’s trust, and destroy him from within. What he did not anticipate was the man beneath the crown. Corvin is the one person who sees through his lies, challenges him in unexpected ways, and becomes difficult to resist. As influence shifts and their loyalties blur, desire turns into a weapon neither man can fully control. Corvin’s Crown Sight cannot read Elowen’s heart, and Elowen cannot decide whether the king is his target or greatest weakness. War brews at the borders, treachery spreads within the palace walls, and their growing connection becomes the most dangerous secret in Valdris. If Corvin’s court uncovers the truth, he could lose his throne. If Elowen’s people discover his feelings for the man he was sent to kill, he may never escape alive. Their bond threatens the kingdom, and the decision they face could set Valdris on fire.

Elijah Black was born to lead. He is the alpha heir, a billionaire empire builder, and a man whose wolf once roared with purpose. But when his fated mate died, the bond shattered, and so did he. His wolf went silent. Elijah stopped shifting, stopped living, and forced himself into a grief support group in the basement of St. Catherine’s Church because disappearing into the sorrow of strangers felt easier than facing his own. Then Jaxon Reed walks in, late, loud, and chaotic, completely out of place in a room full of mourning hearts. He does not claim to grieve a person, but instead the version of himself he destroyed. He lies with charm, performs with reckless humor, and unsettles everyone, especially Elijah. Elijah wants to hate him, but his wolf wants to chase him. Jaxon wants to vanish, but his smile refuses to leave. Their connection is electric. It is grief meeting chaos, discipline clashing with wild instinct. Elijah is pulled back to life against his will, and Jaxon is seen for the first time in years. But Elijah’s world is not human, and Jaxon’s past is far from harmless. As the tension between them grows, both men must confront a truth neither is ready to name. What happens when the alpha who refuses to shift meets the man whose very existence wakes the wolf inside him? The answer will change everything, if they survive long enough to face it.

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.”

"Before you get too excited, Mom, I turned him down. Forget the dress, and the dance," added Gwen. "You turned down a date with that hunk, Gwen? What on earth were you thinking?" asked a stunned Kate. "Girls will kill for a date with that guy. I know I would!" .......... No one had ever asked her out so soon after meeting her. In fact, only a couple of guys had ever even hinted that they would like to date her and she had quickly dashed their hopes. Gwen was very accomplished in her studies and was on track to graduate first in her class. She wanted to be a surgeon and she had long ago decided that fleeting emotional entanglements would not advance her career plans. She was also an avid reader and a born romantic. She was determined to not settle for some mundane romance. In fact, she would settle for nothing less than a love like Juliet had with Romeo. The boys that had shown any interest in her thus far had simply not measured up. She finally sees her path to redemption. Both of them will stop at nothing to change the world. But will the passion they discover in each other be enough to save the world?

A centuries old tale of a woman who grants wishes to lonely souls haunts the mind of the new generation. Charlie Peddington is a broke, aspiring writer who wishes to write and publish her very first novel that would blow the minds of every reader she could imagine. She spends her time struggling in between master classes and in being a ghost writer to any student needing her service. As part of her final project, she's tasked to write the most out of this world story she could ever come up, with the possibility of being introduced to a well-known publisher courtesy of her mentor. But how does she make her story excel amongst the new generation of creators? Until an unfortunate event brought her to the life of a mysterious woman who rescued her one night. Her curiosity got the best of her, that when she learned of her identity, she realizes she could no longer turn her back against the things that she is about to discover. How will she fare against a half jinni, half witch who has lived for hundreds of centuries filled with the most out of this world stories she can ever imagine?

🔞🔥THIS STORY CONTAINS EXPLICIT SCENES, DANGEROUSLY POSSESSIVE ALPHA ENERGY, AND INTENSE EMOTIONAL TENSION. READER DISCRETION IS STRONGLY ADVISED. For ten years‚ Skye Moore lived by one rule: Stay. Away. From. Thorne. Once her brother’s closest friend‚ now his greatest enemy‚ the one man she was never allowed to even look at. Cold‚ powerful‚ and dangerously untouchable‚ he existed far outside her world… until the day she unknowingly walked into his company and became his new secretary. The moment Thorne sees her again‚ control becomes a battle he’s already losing. Because Skye is forbidden. And the harder he tries to keep his distance‚ the more impossible restraint becomes. Skye doesn’t understand why her presence unsettles him‚ why his gaze lingers too long‚ or why every moment around him feels dangerous. All she knows is that the man her brother warned her about may be the one she can never escape. Because some enemies don’t want revenge. They want her completely. And Thorne is done pretending he doesn’t crave every part of her.

Marcus Webb didn't believe in ghosts. It was not until he woke up in Prometheus House with no memory of how he got there and met the devastatingly beautiful man who claims to be his roommate. Silas Ashford is perfect. Too perfect. He doesn't eat, doesn't sleep, and casts no reflection in mirrors. When Marcus discovers a photograph from 1924 showing Silas standing beside a man who looks exactly like him, the truth becomes impossible to deny. Silas is a ghost, bound to the facility for a hundred years, waiting for someone he can't remember. Marcus is a tech billionaire who died six months ago in a car accident, his body in a coma, his soul trapped in the between. They were lovers in a past life. Michael and Silas, 1924. They died in a fire trying to escape an abusive sanatorium. Michael survived long enough to reincarnate. Silas has been waiting ever since. Now, the facility's sinister director, a reaper who feeds on trapped souls will do anything to keep them apart. The building is collapsing, and time is running out. Marcus must choose: wake up and live, forgetting Silas forever, or stay and risk losing everything. To free Silas, Marcus will have to destroy the anchors binding him to this world, confront the creature born from their shared tragedy, and burn Prometheus House to the ground a second time. Some love stories survive death. He's not real, But he's mine, and I'll set the world on fire to keep him.

Sofia Vez lives a life filled with insults, mockery and constant pressure from her parents to keep her wolf hidden.They claim she is the weakest wolf known to their kind.One that would be thrown away or worse, killed if the truth is out.Sofia does everything in her power to obey her parents but the night of Blood moon takes a shift in her small happy world.Her boyfriend Anthony, who claimed to be her mate turns out to be in someone else's fate. Heartbroken and disappointed, driven by pain, Sofia decides to end her life but that very night she bumps into a stranger. He is no stranger but Alpha blood from the Dark Shadow Pack.Carlos DeLuca, smart, strikingly handsome, ripped with muscles.Thrives on power and with a hint of darkness, he is feared by most yet a sight to behold. A small misunderstanding and Sofia finds herself entangled with Carlos in his study room. “I don't do young women” He claims yet his actions speaks the otherwise.He is unable to keep his hands off Sofia, the girl that tortures him in his sleep and thoughts. As their attraction overpowers all the morals, truth unveils itself, doing lot worse damage they could take. Everything is at stake, and they must find a solution. Dig in the chapters to know what happens to Sofia and Carlos. Are they mates? Will they fall in love or ruin each other in the process?

People said the King appointed me his son’s Beta to stop my family from mutiny. Our wolves were like gods compared to the wolves of Aquilonia, but the King did not need to appoint me his son’s beta to secure our loyalty, nor did he need to fear a rebellion from my people. We owed him our lives.  King Nikolas should have turned us away or killed us when we arrived at the shore of a town in his kingdom. Instead, he allowed us to settle and multiply. The King appointed me as Mathias's Beta because he trusted me.  A trust I feared I would break because something had happened to me along the line. As cold-hearted as I was, his daughter, Jasmine, had caught my attention. It was a clandestine truth, hidden from the world. I had yet to decide whether I would act on this truth or not, but with each passing day, my determination to keep my distance from Jasmine waned. I found myself pondering how much longer I could resist the inevitable breaking point. WARNING: Matured themes are included for narrative purposes and may not be suitable for all readers. Reader discretion is advised.

**WARNING** This is not your typical love story—older heroine, younger man. Contains explicit s*xual themes, violence, and a forbidden relationship. Reader discretion is advised. * * * * * * * * * * Madeline Bennet thought she had finally found her happily ever after, only to have it shattered in one night. Betrayed and burning with humiliation, she runs straight into the arms of a stranger who knows exactly how to make her forget everything. Younger. Bolder. Addictive in ways she never saw coming. But when morning comes, the truth is more dangerous than she ever imagined—he’s her husband’s estranged son... and the ruthless mafia lord feared by everyone. Dominic Morvanti doesn’t do feelings. He owns. He claims. He destroys boundaries. Not even his father’s wife can stop him. Torn between the ruins of her past and a temptation that burns like wildfire, can Madeline resist him? Or will she surrender to a desire that could destroy her and everything she’s ever loved? * * * * * * * * * * “I'm your father's wife,” I swallowed hard, “—your stepmother.” He leaned closer, his voice velvet and rough against my skin. “You're not my stepmother. You're my perfect little slut.”