Guy Crimson Tensura

Paris Belle Villaverde, a known dean's lister in campus, accidentally screams that she likes Ezzio Martinez, the star player of the football team... and the guy she low key hates.

Estella Victoriana Macario is a wealthy and popular student at her university who is used to ignoring rumors about her. She is confident in her social status and believes that as long as she remains on top, nothing can shake her. However, when she meets the cold and heartless Magnus Rhoswen Kallin, everything changes. Suddenly, the love she once played with becomes something she is now pursuing. Despite Magnus' dislike of her reputation and the inevitable trouble that comes with being involved with her, Estella finds herself unable to resist her feelings for him. Can Magnus, a nice guy who initially doesn't like her, also fall for her in return? But how can she resist her desire when her heart keeps remembering this cold guy?

"Look, chat! The rich guy who lives in this fancy apartment is secretly a pervert who gropes college girls!" As soon as I stepped out of the elevator, my neighbor Yvonne Shaw cornered me at the door. She tugged at her collar while crying to the camera. "Chat, this is where the guy lives! Just now in the elevator, he covered my mouth and groped me all over... If the elevator door hadn't opened in time, he would have dragged me back to his place!" The comments section exploded, the screen filled with curses aimed at my husband. But later, in court, when they saw my husband who had lost both arms saving someone five years ago... They were all dumbfounded.

Ruthless, vicious, and cold were the best words to describe Alpha Winston of the Crimson Pack. Yet... Angelina Moore's father had a blood debt with the Alpha; whose name was revered and feared. When Angelina Moore was kidnapped and asked to become the Alpha's bride as a ransom to pay for her father’s sins, she was mortified and no matter how hard she tried to escape his claws; it was impossible. Twice she had escaped and twice had he brought her back and tied her up. What would happen when Angelina gets to know of her father's involvement in the Luna's death? Was he guilty or innocent? How would she be able to prove her father's innocence if he was indeed innocent? Would more truths be revealed and more feelings uprooted?

Ilya Ravenzo is living a lie. An Omega pretending as an Alpha inside the deadliest syndicate of all, the Crimson Circle. He survives on suppressants and is driven by one goal: revenge for his murdered family and ruined childhood. Everything shatters the night his suppressants fail, and he’s accidentally marked by Valen D’Avorin, the Alpha heir, the Don’s son, and the last man Ilya should ever belong to, his enemy’s son. Fuck. Ilya hates him to the core. Now bound to his enemy, hunted by secrets, and trapped between revenge and a bond that refuses to break, Ilya must decide how far he’s willing to go … and whether love born in sin can ever be escaped. Will an accidental bond stop Ilya from achieving his goals? Definitely not! He will burn them all.

She was a piece of Heaven he wanted to own. And he, was the flames of Hell she wanted to tame. "You must be tired." The unparalleled face softens with an indulging smile, and I nod hastily like a chick pecking at grains. My reason, wisdom, and rationality became words of a foreign tongue when the fingers tangled amongst my hair trail down to my cheekbones. The caresses like the fine strokes of a paint brush that gave colour to my skin. "But next time." His eyes of hellfire narrows, reflecting the features of a iolite-eyed mortal, and crimson lips pull back over sharp canines. "I might not be as easy to tame." ■What happens when the greek god of the Underworld becomes the 'Grumpy Patient' to a kind hearted mortal, burdened by a curse untold and a gift unrivalled.■ Slow burn Update schedule : Every 2 days ◇

people says everyone's destiny is written by god even before we are born but no one knows whether it's true or not and if it's true then what I did that god wrote so much pain and suffering in my destiny....... standing in the cemetery near a grave dressed in all black Kyle cried out like a wounded wolf in the heavy rain that was pouring down from the last three days. It seems like the sky is also crying about the demise of Bella. A tall guy in black came quietly behind Kyle and put his hand on her shoulder and said in a deep Husky voice, "Are you really gonna marry him?? Do you know what are you doing Kai?? You are putting your life in danger for revenge and hatred." Kyle stayed silent for a while and then said with a faded tone to the guy, "I am leaving that little guy in your hands, and now you must keep him safe, and don't worry I will kill all of them before I hit the death bed." It's a glimpse of the story hope you liked it and gonna stay tuned till the last. Please try to ignore my grammatical mistakes if you find any and please show your love and what you think about the story through your comments 😊

After a terrible encounter at a party, one year later, Hailey Fonte is ready to return to her hometown. She will depend on her friends, a mysterious guy, and a chance at proof to prove everyone wrong.

Three years ago, Arthur swore a blood oath at the Moon Altar. No other she-wolf would ever touch him. Only me. Forever. Three years later, he drugged me with wolfsbane wine, stole my Alpha Seal, and opened Silver Moon's borders to the Rogues himself. My parents took silver to the heart. My sister was sold to the Crimson Court. My pack burned. He crushed my jaw and forced me to watch. "They called me your lap dog. I destroyed you to prove I was no dog." He thought he had all the time in the world to break me. He didn't know. When I had pulled him from that Rogue ambush in the ice, a moonstone shard had pierced my heart. I had three days left to live.

Illustrator Isabelle Montrose arrives in Valmont’s rain-soaked quarter, sketchbook in hand but ideas elusive beneath the amber glow of Café de Minuit. One evening, architect Alexander Vale seeks shelter under the same streetlamp, crimson umbrella in hand. His measured gaze meets her restless creativity, and a silent bond forms as raindrops dance on cobblestones. As Isabelle’s graphic-novel deadline approaches, self-doubt claws at her confidence; Alexander, torn between family expectations and his passion for design, struggles in silence. A misread glance threatens to sever their fragile connection, forcing both to confront fear and longing. In lavender-tinted twilight and beneath flickering lanterns, Isabelle and Alexander choose vulnerability over solitude. Together, they discover that true art—and true love—arises when two hearts light each other’s darkest moments.