Darkness Haunted House

Laya’s world is falling apart—haunted by a past she can’t outrun and a future she never chose. When shadows resurface and loyalties are tested, survival might cost her everything.

They both had haunted pasts, and they both thought they were too broken to be accepted, but fate proved them otherwise. When Layana met Kendric, Alpha of Rivecourt Pack, would they be able to live as mates?

It’s not unknown for vampires to raise their own mates, it happens, they are immortals, they live forever. Anna is a kitten shifter, being raised by her own daddy, James, a vampire lord, he’s ancient, the master of his house and family. Mathew joined the coven newly, he belong to the family but been staying with his mother until now. Moving in, he knew nothing about the house, the rules, but he did find out his mate or maybe two. This is a ddlg/cgl/age regression. Whatever you wanna call it, you’ve been warned. Apologies for any misspellings and grammar mistakes. Enjoy!

"If you like sexy fantasy, and I do, this is one great read." -Piers Anthony, author of the Xanth series When Mike Radley inherited a mysterious old house from a long-lost relative, he wasn't sure what to expect. He didn't expect a sexual encounter with the nymph in his bathtub. He really didn't expect to discover a house full of affectionate monsters. And he definitely didn't expect a pair of witches bent on stealing the home's magic from him. Welcome to the Radley House. Expect the unexpected.

"Miss Rogers, we don't really have to maintain an intimate relationship when we're alone" Michael's voice echoed. ............ "Miss Rogers, some rules no longer apply," he continued, his voice now confident and commanding. "My cousins are suspicious of our marriage. Until they leave, we'll share a room and appear together at all time. In that way, you'll save your mother and I'll claim my inheritance" Synopsis Sweet and independent Freya Rogers, haunted by a painful past, is forced to marry mysterious and cold billionaire Michael Smith to save her ailing mother. Their six month arrangement is built on deception, but as they navigate their fake marriage, Freya uncovers the dark secret of Michael's family. Spies infiltrates their home to deem Michael ineligible for the inheritance, fueling the flames of tension. As they grow closer, despite their hatred for each other, the truth about Michael's past begins to unravel. His cruel stepbrother, Ambrose, is revealed to be Freya's ex-lover and the father of her child, whom she was forced to abandon three years ago. Freya's desire for revenge ignites, while Michael's own demons and shocking betrayal by his first love, Emma leave him reeling. As the web of deceit tightens, secrets are exposed and alliances are tested. Their world is turned upside down as Michael discover Freya and Ambrose's relationship. Will their feelings for each other be able to overcome the darkness of their past? Or will the secrets and lies tear them apart? The war between brothers became fierce and bloodshed as the court was forced to step in. With damning evidence from both sides, weighing the beam of justice. But just as the verdict was about to be delivered, a shocking revelation shook the courtroom to its core; Will Ambrose's darkest secret be exposed, or will justice prevail?

The sirens knew how to do only one thing. Kill. Usually, it was just those who travelled their seas, until the greedy ruler of Greake, captured their queen. The sirens ventured into the lands at midnight in search of their Queen, bringing chaos along with them. So many lives were lost from the midnight invasion, as such the humans had a powerful witch, Adora, summon the Pombero to keep the sirens off their lands. King Edwardo got greedy again. With his sword in hand, dripping the blood of their victims, and Adora by his side, he haunted the sirens who were retreating into their seas. The few who survived the slaughter were enslaved by the king and exploited for riches until they died a miserable death. Edwardo didn't stop there. His quest for wealth and power clouded his sense of reasoning. Sick of the bloodshed, Adora performed a dark ritual that brought a temporary calm to both sides. Adora didn't give much thought to the consequences, until she pushed the hideous child out of her womb. Years later, the throne of the Golden seas remained empty, as none of the sirens were powerful enough to contain the darkness that enveloped the throne. Given that half of their powers were locked away in the other half of their hearts given away by the sea to human mates, whom they were bound to love for the rest of their lives for the sake of peace. Princess Almira was not looking forward to finding love. All she needed was the other half of her heart to take over her mother's throne. Since the mates were immune to their manipulative melodies, Almira decided to go in search of him herself with only one plan. Drive a dagger through his heart and retrieve her property.

*Story on hold* Sarah attended a ball, her parents had forced to go to the yearly pack’s masked gala. She got drunk and hooked up with the pack’s Alpha. She got pregnant and her father sent her out of his house because she wasn’t going to say who impregnated her. She had her reasons for keeping it from her dad. On getting to the Alpha’s house, she met him pounding hard into Valerie, the pack’s bully. He sensed her presence, and rejected her as his mate on the spot…

When Aveline, once the beloved Luna of Whispering Woods, is betrayed by the very man she called her mate, she is left shattered and alone. Alpha Killian, blinded by old loyalties and manipulated by Morgana, his ruthless first mate, casts Aveline aside—unaware of the powerful secret she carries. Fleeing into the Northern Highlands with her unborn children, Aveline seeks refuge far from the pack that turned its back on her. But whispers of danger are never far behind. As Morgana’s cruel reign tightens its grip, a divided pack begins to fracture. Old allies emerge from the shadows, and whispers of rebellion spread through the oneunited pack. The Blood Moon ritual approaches—a sacred event that will solidify Morgana’s rule or see her downfall. Haunted by guilt and torn between his duty and his heart, Killian grapples with the choice he made, even as the memory of Aveline lingers like a ghost he cannot forget. But when Morgana’s dark intentions become clear, Aveline must make a fateful decision: stay hidden in safety, or risk everything to protect the pack she once called home. With her children’s secret abilities and the fate of Whispering Woods at stake, Aveline faces the ultimate battle for justice and redemption. As old alliances are tested and new betrayals come to light, the question remains—can she reclaim what’s been lost, or will Morgana’s darkness consume them all? Forsaken by the Alpha King is a tale of love and vengeance, power and redemption, where divided loyalties and hidden secrets collide in a world ruled by ancient magic and ruthless ambition. But in Whispering Woods, not all battles are fought with claws and fangs—some are fought in the heart.

WARNING🔞EROTIC CONTENT AHEAD. “Arghhhhh….Yes….” Rosealba gasped, lips parting into soft moans as Drystan moved his fingers gently against her fold. “I own you, Sunshine. Your heart your soul and every inch of your body. And I… I will protect you with everything I own. Anything could go unpunished, but certainly not whatever harmed his obsession. He would burn to world to aches if anyone came close. He was everything he didn't look like. Alactor Merikh Drystan. And she? She was Rosealba Molvain. Typical opposite of him. She was the light that burned through his darkness, illuminating his venomous heart with her purification. With her, there Is a weird feeling to protect, to shelter, and to gratify and that was the total opposite of his existence. From the moment his eyes crossed her direction, he had undoubtedly yearned for her, desiring every bit of her. Time, b*dy heart, and soul. ******* When Rosealba got out of the toxic relationship with her cheating boyfriend, Lowel. She was blessed to meet and date Mr perfect. (Drystan) He was everything she only experienced in books and fiction, but one can not judge a book by its nice intro. With a stalking ex and other factors, Rosealba's life came crushing as lies and deceit unfolded, threatening to sabotage her new relationship. Torn between love, hate, and external obstacles, Rosealba is not just haunted by the thoughts of Drystan, he is lurking at every corner. The desperation and desire to have her in his life again were greater than his quest for power, and if burning the world was everything it took to have her back in his arms then he would only stop at lengths that led to her. This Is mafia erotic content and it is not for viewers younger than 21.

A dark and gloomy villa stood in the middle of the barren landscape, hidden from sight by a perched hedge. It was phenomenal and spectacular, but it makes it appear to have succumbed to a sullen and ominous atmosphere, both inside and out. A lanky hedge and gnarled shrubs give off the impression that the house has indeed been overlooked. The rainstorm seeping from the sewer pipes made the place appear miserable and dispirited. Needless to say, the house appeared razed to the ground and devoid of life. The house was made of rune stone that had been smeared darker in spots by downpours, sending it an insidious demeanor even during the day. The window frames were all padlocked and bricked up in steel frames and woods, as if what was inside would have been too grotesque to see, trying to give the impression that someone must have attempted to prevent something horrible from escaping. People have claimed that the residence was plagued by the witch who died there, but there has been no tangible evidence to substantiate their claims. It was even widely speculated that the villa was venomous and mowed down the leaves of trees that come into direct contact with its concrete pillars. People also construed a terrifying presumption that whoever tries to enter the house will never make it out alive because there is something inside that you would never dare to see with your very own eyes. Whatever was real or not, it was unmistakably foreshadowing, exponentially cold and savage at a hundredth of a thousand glances. A breathtaking doll sat competently on a rocking chair inside the house. Waiting complacently for someone brave and heroic enough to unravel the abominable and ghoulish mystery and paradox behind her enchanting, spine-chilling smile.