Courting Book Novels & Stories

In a world where Alphas rule and Omegas obey, survival means staying unseen. Hagakure Sorahiko has mastered that art—quiet, careful, invisible. Until Miyamura Aronohai notices him. A powerful Alpha. A billion-yen empire. A man who gets what he wants. What starts as a simple secretarial job spirals into a dangerous game of dominance and desire. Each secret Sorahiko uncovers pulls him deeper into Aronohai’s orbit—where control feels like seduction, and surrender feels like fate. Because when an Alpha like Aronohai decides you’re his… there’s only one question left to ask: Will Sorahiko run, or will he burn? This is an MM omegaverse romance with dark themes such as; physical and

And so, “Going once. Going twice.? Anymore—sold!” and the crowd was clapping. How generous this man could be. It is so bizarre how he bid for me with that amount and fought over the man who also raises his bid. What a lucky night it is for me. The emcee continued offering the remaining two courtesans. They were sold, yet they are not bid like how I ended. After twenty minutes, the club was closing. And that also means that we courtesans will be going home with those men who bought us. We are all smiling as we headed on the backstage, grabbing our things.

"You all seem to be enjoying yourselves, but let me remind you not to forget the rules of the game. None of you has stated your sins for this round. Please hurry. One minute remaining." I quickly looked at the timer on the wall. With all the fighting earlier, we had completely forgotten about time. I opened my mouth to speak, but another thought hit me. If I revealed the full truth about my own crime, it could be used against me in the next round. Wasn't that exactly what happened to Dwayne? Suddenly, I understood the true nature of this game. It was called The Judgement Chamber, meaning they were judging us by our sins. If I wanted to survive, I couldn't reveal everything.

"Exactly! The court must be fair. We can't let such a great philanthropist down!" The support wasn't limited to the internet. People at the courthouse began chanting slogans in his defense. Separated by the crowd, Grandpa and I locked eyes. A meaningful smile appeared on his face. "Judge Hart, I hope you'll approach this case with complete fairness and live up to the responsibility you carry." While his gaze was sharp, mine never wavered. I replied firmly, "I will." I walked toward the bench, where Scarlett stood at the defendant's table in her school uniform.

Her tightly clenched fists and white-knuckled grip showed her displeasure at the turn of events, which made me smirk. "Now, let's begin the real trial," the chief spirit judge said, but then paused and muttered some ancient, mystical words that I couldn't comprehend. To my surprise, a large, ornate book appeared in his hands. He was definitely the spirit judge. The book had a leather cover, intricately embossed with mysterious symbols that seemed to shimmer in the light. "This book is called the Book of Life," the chief spirit judge announced, holding it up for everyone to see. The room fell silent, captivated by the book's sudden appearance.

“Since you’re back, are you going to pick the next book?” I blinked. “Me?” “Of course,” she said, smiling. “You’ve been gone. You deserve the honor.” Everyone nodded expectantly. I looked down at the stack of books on the table, my fingers brushing across their covers. My hand paused on a novel about love, identity and societal expectations. This book will give them a glimpse of what I passed through during my absence. I smiled softly. “How about this one?” Brent groaned. “Oh no, not another depressing tragedy. Can’t we read something with a hopeful romance?”

I look down at him, and before I reach for his hand, he cocks a brow but refuses to get up. I can’t force him… I turn away and just then, to my surprise, he claps slowly, arrogantly even, but at least he does. I smile, feeling happy. See? He isn’t so bad. Everyone just needs to see that. ‘Don’t you need to see that too?’ That sing-song voice comes back, making my stomach twist. I glance around, but no one is even looking at me. A member of the court begins handing out a leather bound brochure to the eight contesting couples.