Drug Or Dragged

"So, do you believe in ghosts now?" Irene Blanchard has never believed in things related to the paranormal. You saw a ghost? She'll rationalise it as a trick of the light. But what happens if she actually did see a ghost? A powerful one that's able to end a life at that. Together with the school's resident heartthrob, Kai Putra Irawan, she's now dragged into the dangerous world of paranormal hunting. Will she be able to survive all of the foreign ghosts she never thought could take a life? (This is probably basically BuzzFeed Unsolved but with death, smut, and overly dramatic descriptions. Every character is completely fictional and the ghosts, while they do exist in name, some of the rules and whatnot of the ghosts are dramatised and made up.)

A human. My mate? No. That wasn't right. Humans were weak. They were servants at best—slaves at worst. They didn't belong with us. They weren't made for love. I turned suddenly and slammed my fist into the stone wall beside me. The sharp crack of bone against stone echoed through the room. The boy had been dragged away, out of my sight, and I still felt the burn of his presence in my chest. My claws had already pushed out, sharp and uncontrollable. My eyes burned, the edges of my vision tinted red. The beast within me was on the edge of taking over. "He's nothing!" I roared to no one in particular. "He can't be my mate!"

My boyfriend, Harvey Seinfeld, got diagnosed with cancer and needed a liver transplant. When I found out I was a match, I didn't think twice. Two-thirds of my liver—gone. The pain was brutal. As soon as I came to, I dragged myself to his room. Right before I walked in, I heard him laughing with his friends. "Harvey, you're a genius for coming up with such an epic revenge plan." He snorted. "If I didn't have to keep it low-key, I would've taken a kidney just for fun. "It's her fault Vivi bombed her art exam and had to study abroad. Vivi's coming back next month. That's when I'll be done with her for good."

“Swallow my cum, pretty thing—then beg us to knot you until you’re leaking us for days.” The night the rogues attacked, everything I knew went up in smoke. One second, I was just another student trying to survive pack school politics. The next, I was being dragged through blood and fire—sold to men whose names carry more fear than the word Alpha itself. Dante. Lucien. Kade. Three Alphas born of chaos. They don’t follow rules—they make them. And now, I’m caught in the middle of their world—bought, claimed, and marked by hands that command armies and hearts that know nothing of mercy. Three Alphas. One claim. And me—torn between wanting freedom… and craving the chains that come with their touch.

At our seventh wedding anniversary party, Caleb Thorne shares a drink with his childhood sweetheart. My face darkens, and he publicly snaps at me in front of everyone. "It's just playful fun between friends—why are you so uptight? If I really had something going on with Emma, do you think you'd ever have become my wife?" He storms off in anger. That same night, his childhood sweetheart updates her social media banner to a photo of her holding hands with Caleb. In the past, I would've rushed to her house without a second thought, dragged Caleb out, and demanded to know if he ever truly loved me. But this time, I don't care anymore.

When Thalia found herself in an unusual but beautiful mansion owned by the handsome but dangerous Dante Connaught, she had no idea what she was being dragged into. After five years of being a slave to the very traffickers who kidnapped her, all she wanted was to escape from his control.    William Kade is the beta for the Hellhounds and ex military. Handsome, smart but damaged, the last thing he expects is to find his mate while carrying out his duties. But that is exactly what happens. Thalia's and Kade's worlds soon collide and both find themselves in the middle of an impending war which will spell doom for all the souls on Earth if it isn't stopped. Can Kade and Thalia stop the great war before it happens? Or will they both succumb to their own demons?

Luna Jackson lived a quiet, simple life until one night dragged her into a world she was never meant to enter. Now, surrounded by danger and whispers of betrayal, she finds herself standing at the edge of a darkness she doesn’t understand. Ryan Santoro was born into the mafia, but he never truly belonged. Ruthless when necessary, calculated by nature, he has spent years trying to keep his distance from the bloodshed that built his family’s empire. But when Luna stumbles into his world, she threatens to unravel everything he thought he knew about loyalty, power, and himself. Two souls from different worlds, drawn together by fate. As the shadows close in, they must decide to fight against the darkness or become part of it.

“I am not your sub, and I never will be!” Lyla sobbed as she said these words. All she needed was just a little—just a small bit of honesty from Carlo. Carlo, the illegitimate son of a powerful mafia family, never learned how to love. He thought that control and dominance were the same as love. He always disappeared at the critical moments, leaving Lyla to deal with the painful aftermath. Scandals, murders, imprisonment—these events almost dragged Lyla into hell. Yet Carlo always played the role of a god, the one who pulled her back from the edge of the abyss just as she was about to fall. But in the end, Lyla could no longer endure the lies. Pregnant and heartbroken, she chose to run away, while Carlo, driven mad, searched for her across the world…

On the day of her wedding, Vittoria De Angelis was dragged from the altar and forced to marry the enemy. Vincenzo Lucchese, the exiled heir of the Sicilian mafia, returned to avenge the deaths of his father and brother. In front of everyone, he stole his rival’s bride, sealing a new order of power, written in blood. Now, Vittoria is his wife. Not by choice. But by punishment. Trapped with a man who loves her, yet is as dangerous as he is irresistible, she soon learns that running from him may be even deadlier than falling for him. Because Vincenzo doesn’t want obedience. He wants to surrender. He wants revenge. And she is his guarantee. In this silent war between them, love might be the most lethal weapon of all.

“Who is he?” The cold voice asked as his broad shoulder backed the nervous fragile little being while facing the down-to-ceiling window of the luxury penthouse. Hazel doesn’t know how to explain that the man who hugged her and dragged her to a corner while leaving the restaurant was her ex. “ I said who is he?” The tall figure turned towards Hazel who swallowed hard as the cold eyes stared at her blue ones making her breathe cold air while finding it difficult to swallow her saliva and also breathe. Alex stares at his little contract wife as he brings out his phone from his pocket. “Bring him in,” he said hanging up for Hazel to frown….