Death Note Age Rating Novels & Stories

Asher Guevarra was bound to marry Khiel Weinstein, the famous bachelor CEO in town. At first Asher was hesitant to marry Khiel, but Khiel made her fall inlove with him, before they tie a knot. They're relationship is close to being perfect not until a day comes that Khiel became a husband she didn't expect, he became cold and he even bed other women. Asher didn't know what's the deal between them when she learned she was pregnant, she told it to her husband but it only ended up with them, being divorced because Khiel didn't want to have a child with her. Asher makes everyone believe she aborted the baby and run away where no one would find her with her unborn child. Years passed when Khiel accidentally meet Havoc, he found out that, that boy is Asher's son, makes him think that he is the father of that child, and he really is. With the thought that no one would stopped him now from loving and owning his wife again, and having his son, he pursue Asher and he will not stopped until she came back on his arms again

“I will choke you to death till you beg for me to stop but I won’t. I will make you pour out all the water left in your body with my tongue”. In a sudden and tense encounter, I found myself desperately seeking answers from him. But his silence only fueled my frustration. With emotions boiling over, I couldn't contain my anger, clenching my fist as I shot him a piercing look. Undeterred, I pressed on, demanding a response, my annoyance growing palpable. However, his explosive reaction caught me off guard, as he silenced me with a fierce command, his grip on my face sending shivers down my spine. The chilling intensity of his eyes left me paralyzed, consumed by fear. I realized I had provoked a dangerous force, a man exuding an aura of unapproachable defiance. Tears welled up as his grip tightened, and my helplessness only deepened. The emotional storm between us unveiled a side to him that was ruthless and merciless, living up to the ominous title he bore. With a final, venomous word, he tore away a bandage and stormed out, leaving me to grapple with the unsettling encounter that had just unfolded.

My sister-in-law, Sabine Vire, deliberately swapped my prenatal medication with abortion pills. As a result, my eight-month-old baby was gone. As I cried until I nearly collapsed from grief, my husband, Cassian Thorne, held me tightly and murmured, "Don’t worry. You’ll have another child." Three months later, I became pregnant again—this time with triplets. Overwhelmed with joy, I was just about to share the wonderful news with Cassian when I overheard a conversation between him and his friends. "All five of you didn’t use protection, right? I want to see how many brats her belly can carry. The wager is $50 million." "I bet three." "I bet one." Cassian burst into laughter. "If we’re betting, then we’re going big. I bet six. Who told her to slap my precious Sabine? If she can pop out a few brats to make Sabine happy, that’s her blessing." Sabine, the very woman who had fed me the abortion pills, was Cassian's beloved.

Ella found herself caged by an Alpha. Unbeknownst to her that the man she spent a night stand with was an alpha of the cruelest state in the whole of America. He was called the King alpha, alpha of all alpha. He has spent years searching for his better half, his mate and then he found her but won't let go. Ella found everything crazy because never in her right mind had she thought she was going to spend the night with the King alpha of all people . It all started at a party, she was forced by her bestfriend to go for a party which then marked the change of her life.

SAVAGE LOVE GENRE: Romance By, Tamar writes PROLOGUE Amour sniffed back her tears as she watched the scene before her. Never in her life would she have imagined getting herself in this situation she currently was. It felt like a never ending nightmare. The sound of footsteps was what rented the room, it was coming from a tall figure, his gaze never left the man that was tied down on a chair with both his hands chained down on the table The figure held a sharp silver colored knife in his hand, twirling as if it was his play toy, a vicious smirk playing on his lips Every step he took instilled fear and panic inside the man that was tied down. “Boss please forgive me! I was drunk so I thought she was one of the clan's whóre I swear I didn't know she was yours" The man begged like his life depended on it. "Which hand did you use to touch her" Aurelio spoke calmly. "My.. My.. L-Left-" He wasn't chanced to finish his sentence when Aurelio cut off his left hand completely. Blood splashed on his cheek as it began bumping out of the man's hand. "Aargh!!!" The agonizing cry from the man echoed in the room as he peed on himself. Aurelio turned to Amour who looked horrified with the scene she just witnessed. His hands found his way to her neck and he gripped it tightly, bringing her face close to his so he could have a clear view of the terrified look on her face. "This Is just the highest level of my kindness compared to what I can do. Remember this, you're mine! Mine to touch, mine to f**k, mine to do whatever I want with... No one else... But me"

His dark eyes roved her body from head to toe as he sized her up. The intent in them speaks volumes of her ruination. "Strip!" She stiffened and blinked in a haze of raw fear as he prowled towards her. Involuntarily she took a step back then another and another all the while keeping her fear-filled eyes fixed on him before her back touched the wall. She flinched and the very next second he was looming over her like a crazed beast. He rested his arm on the wall above her head and leaned down peering at her big hazel hues with that evil smirk dancing on his sinful lips. "Are you afraid, human?" His deep raspy voice and his aura were ominously dark and dominant that her knees buckled. Her chin jutted out in a fearful tact as she tried not to cry in front of her tormentor. His smoldering eyes fell on his favorite items, her trembling plump lips, and quivering chin. "Strip for me Ava or else," He edged closer as his hot raspy breath caressed the shell of her ear like the whisper of death as he continued. "I will not hesitate to tear your clothes!" He growled, animalistically.

She was born with nothing. He rules with everything. Elara has no wolf. No rank. No voice. For five years, her own pack has beaten her, branded her, and fed her scraps like a stray. Her blood runs black—the mark of a Null, a creature the Moon Goddess rejected. Her uncle, the Alpha, cut her throat so she couldn't scream. Her only crime: existing. When he exiles her naked into a blizzard, she crawls into a hollow log to die. That is where Kaelen Blackthorn finds her. The Alpha of the Nightshade Dominion is the most feared predator in three centuries. Cold. Arrogant. Merciless. He has torn apart nine packs and never knelt for anyone. But the moment his burning red eyes land on her broken body, his wolf speaks a word he has never spoken before: Mine. He takes her to his fortress. Heals her. Trains her. Claims her as his fated mate. He promises to burn her enemies to ash. But Kaelen does not know the truth Elara carries in her black blood. A Null is not empty. A Null is a vessel. Twenty-two years of pain, cruelty, and stolen magic sleep inside her. When she finally learns to wake that power, even the Wolf King will learn a hard lesson: He didn't rescue a victim. He sharpened a blade. And blades, eventually, cut the hand that holds them.

Amber thought she had the perfect life with Justine Thorne until a tragic car accident stole her baby and her future. Now, she has discovered the chilling truth, her husband and his brother’s wife didn’t just have an affair they watched her bleed and drove away to protect their secret. With the powerful Thorne family matriarch, Evelyn, pulling the strings to bury the evidence, Amber must transform from a grieving wife into a cold-blooded queen of industry. She will take their money, their reputation, and their freedom. But as the bodies start to drop and the secrets of that fatal night go deeper than she imagined, Amber must ask herself, how much of her soul is she willing to burn to watch them rot?

She was the only thing he desired, his redemption and key to the throne. Buying a weak member of a pack was the least of his plan but to save his legacy, he was going to cage her forever but what happens when she's not weak?

He didn't just want a seat at the table. He wanted the heart of the home. The Sinclair-Wellesley name meant old money, high art, and a fragile, curated peace. Milo, the youngest and most "cherished" of the clan, was the crown jewel of that peace—a soft-spoken academic with porcelain skin and a soul made of books. He was a boy meant for quiet libraries, not the jagged edges of the corporate world. Then came Jackson Vance. A titan built of steel, gasoline, and unbridled ambition, Jax didn't ask for permission—he took.