Female Carnage X Male Reader

After the human race loses the war, the beastfolk rule over the human lands. As crown princess, my sister Amber Whitaker is born beautiful and is handed over to the Beast King, Theron Olson, as his concubine. Compared to her, I'm plain, so they send me to the breeding quarters, where beastmen fight over me and use me like a breeding machine. However, Amber doesn't fare well either. She's too gentle for palace schemes. Before long, the other women frame her, and she dies. As for me, pregnancy after pregnancy wears my body down until it's too weak to go on, and I die filled with hatred. Then, everything blurs. When Amber and I open our eyes, we stare at each other in shock and realize we're back on the very day the human race falls. This time, I hold her hand tightly and say firmly, "Let me serve the Beast King instead!" On the night, Theron takes me to his bed. "You look so slim, yet you're surprisingly full. Are you afraid?" With that, he strips away my clothes and casts off his own. One glance makes my breath hitch. I've seen beastmen's packages before, but I never expected Theron to have two!

Vampire x Human. Professor x Student. Steamy x Forbidden love When your one night stand turns out to be your professor, there's only one thing to do- continue to sleep with him. And that was exactly what Sophia is going to do. She's faced with a forbidden attraction that's hard to resist until she finds out his dark secret; he's a vampire. Will her passion overcome the secrets he had been hiding from her or will the shadows tear them apart?

A powerful female SQA hunter and agent for the supernatural council risks getting her identity exposed which puts both her , her newly found mate and his whole pack in danger. Hazel Mondragon

"เลว ระยำ สำส่อน นี่คือนิยามของสิงห์หรือเxี้ยคะ?" คนหนึ่งรักมาก แต่อีกคน... มักมาก!  ​​​​​​เขาคือเซฟโซน คือ​สถานที่ปลอดภัย คือ​เกราะกำบัง คือหมอนนุ่มมีขนปุกปุยที่คอยใช้วงแขนอบอุ่นโอบกอดเธอในยามที่ปัญหาถาโถมใส่หรือกำลังประสบพบเจอกับสิ่งแย่ๆ

ซ่อนรักซาตานเถื่อน วีxปลายฟ้า “เป็นชู้กับแฟนพี่สาวมันก็น่าตื่นเต้นดีนะเธอว่ามั๊ย” ผู้ชายคนนี้ยัดเยียดสถานะชู้และมอบความเจ็บปวดให้กับฉัน โดยไม่สนว่าสิ่งที่ตัวเองกำลังทำมันจะผิดหรือถูกขอแค่ได้ในสิ่งที่ตัวเองต้องการ ต่อให้เป็นวิธีที่เลวร้ายแค่ไหนผู้ชายคนนี้ก็ทำ และถึงแม้ฉันจะรู้ว่ามันผิดแต่สุดท้ายหัวใจของฉันมันก็ถลำลึก ไปรักแฟนของพี่สาวตัวเอง ฉันไม่สามารถรักผู้ชายที่เป็นของพี่สาวตัวเองได้ ฉันไม่อยากทำร้ายพี่สาวของตัวเอง “ฮึกทำไมพี่ถึงได้เลวขนาดนี้คะ” ผมเลวได้มากกว่าที่ผู้หญิงคนนี้คิดเพราะไม่ว่าผมจะต้องใช้วิธีสกปรกแค่ไหน ถ้ามันแลกกับการที่ผมจะได้เธอมาครอบครองผมก็จะทำ เพราะสำหรับผมผู้หญิงมันก็แค่ของเล่นที่เอาไว้รองรับอารมณ์ก็แค่นั้น ถึงใครจะมองว่าผมเลวแค่ไหนผมก็ไม่สน ช่วยไม่ได้ที่ยัยนี่ดันเข้ามาในชีวิตผมเอง ถ้าอยากจะโทษก็คงต้องโทษโชคชะตาที่ทำให้ผมกับเธอได้เจอกัน __________________________________________ *ขออนุญาติเจ้าของภาพ* ภาพที่นำมาใช้เป็นเพียงภาพประกอบบุคคลในภาพไม่มีส่วนเกี่ยวข้องใดๆกับนิยายเรื่องนี้ *นิยายเรื่องนี้มีเนื้อหารุนแรงโปรดใช้วิจารณญาณในการอ่าน*

On our tenth wedding anniversary, I planned a surprise for him. I hid in his studio. Instead, I found him inviting a university student to pose as his model. As she peeled away layers of clothing, his eyes lit up. "Exquisite. Truly exquisite. It's been ten years—and this is the first time I've seen true beauty," he said. Then he lunged forward, capturing her in a passionate kiss. My nails dug into my palm, hard enough to draw blood, but I stayed silent. For ten years, I had walked behind him, always in his shadow. I was tired.

After being forced to give my wife's first love my heart, I died in the hallway of the private hospital she had personally founded. My six-year-old son, Ash, had already begged her thrice by the time I had drawn my last breath. The first time was when he tugged on her hand, saying I was coughing up blood. Sneering, she claimed, "So he's finally learned something—teaching his kid how to lie." Then, she had the bodyguards throw him out of the room. The second time was when he clung to her sleeve, insisting that I rambled nonsense due to the pain. "It's just a heart transplant," she opined with a frown. "The doctor already said he won't die." At that, the bodyguards stepped in again and dragged him away. The third time was when he fell to the ground, clutching her pant leg with all his strength, crying that I had already passed out. She finally lost her temper by this point, grabbing Ash by the throat and hurling him out of the room. "I have already said it—Howard isn't going to die. Dare to disturb Skye's rest again, and I'll throw both of you out of this hospital," she warned. To save me, my son pawned the most precious thing he owned—his St. Christopher medal—to a nurse. "Ma'am," he said. "I don't need to live a long life. I just want my dad to live." She accepted the medal and was about to arrange for me to be transferred to the last available room. However, my wife's first love, Skye Whitley, had someone block the doorway with his pet dog. He mentioned, "Sorry, kid. Your mom's worried I'll get bored if I can't see my dog. This room is reserved for him."

My wife, wanting to spend a romantic birthday date with her first love, added a dose of sleeping medication to the milk bottle of our sick, crying daughter. The medicine took effect, and our daughter drifted into a deep sleep, which allowed them to enjoy a romantic, undisturbed date together. When I came home, I found our daughter still sleeping. By the time we arrived at the hospital, it was too late. I called my wife, but she answered with irritation. "Is it because I'm celebrating Shawn's birthday that you must ruin it? I'll go home after the celebration is over." Then, she turned off her phone. Little did she know that, for the sake of one romantic date, she had taken our daughter's life.

My wife, Ariel Sweeney, would always buy me a new watch every time she cheated on me. We'd been married for four years, and I'd already collected 99 watches. That also meant I'd forgiven her 99 times too. This time, she went on a business trip for three days, and returned with a Patek Philippe watch worth ten million dollars for me. I then knew that it was time we got a divorce.

My wife, Ivy Hart, is about to give birth to the baby she conceived with Toby Clayton, her first love. Her parents hire ten bodyguards to stand guard outside the delivery room. Cora Norris, Ivy's mother, takes Ivy's hand and remarks, "Don't worry, Ivy. We'll make sure he can't get within two feet of you! Your dad is standing guard outside with the bodyguards. If he dares to stop you from having the baby, we'll report him to the police!" Ivy nods, her complexion pale, but she instinctively looks toward the door anyway. She doesn't see why I can't be more understanding of her. All she wants to do is help Toby have a child to carry on his family name. The birth proceeds without me showing up to cause a scene. She smiles gladly when she sees the crying baby in the nurse's arms. She thinks to herself that if I visit her tomorrow, she is willing to forget all about our previous fights. She is even willing to let me be the baby's father. What she doesn't know is that I've already submitted my application to the Alliance of Nations. In seven days, I will be leaving the country to become a field doctor for the Frontline Medical Corp, a humanitarian organization. I won't be coming back ever again.