Haunting Adeline Mirror Chapter Novels & Stories

[Guaranteed good R-18 content | Gore | NO RAPE] "Remove your panties and spread your legs!" Alpha Cyrus Rhaziel commanded her, while settling in the sofa opposite to the bed. His awaiting gaze was fixated over the terrified blonde girl. "Your...your highness?" Danielle, the bought sex slave, couldn't refuse her master. Tears rolled down her cheeks as she exposed her womanhood in front of him to stare. "Play with yourself!" She was stunned over the demand and shakily slipped her hand between thighs. The alpha never touched or pleased her, daily humiliation was her fate now. Her sin? Being Cyrus Rhaziel's mate. How dare a filthy brothel dancer could be the counter of his curse? -*-*-*-*-*- - Completed. - Rushed ending | Abrupt pace. - Last chapter is 70th.

At the Mercer family's annual dinner, I accidentally wore a couture gown that belonged to Lucian's late wife. The eight-year-old boy I had raised myself, in front of every key member of the Family, threw a glass of expensive red wine all over my pure white dress. He just stood there, his cold, condescending expression a mirror of his father's. "Don't think you can become the mistress of this house just by dressing like my Mamma." "I swear, when I'm old enough to take over the family business, I'll make you disappear for good!" The cold liquid soaked through the fabric, clinging to my skin. But I felt nothing. My heart had frozen solid the moment I signed my life away eight years ago. I looked at the child I had raised as my own for eight years. There was no anger. The faintest smile touched my lips. I leaned down and whispered in his ear, "You won't have to wait that long, my little lion. I'm leaving, and it will be very soon."

After the death of her mother, the world of twenty-five year old Penelope Castillo, a bright and kind-hearted baker, turns upside down. She's thrown into a reality that forces her to marry a hot-tempered billionaire to get her inheritance. The marriage is rocky from the start—she doesn't want him and he hates her with a vengeance. Christian Hilton is a tech billionaire, the untouchable golden boy as ruthless as he is arrogant with a dark side hidden under pressed suits and a cold personality. Hating the doe-eyed Penelope is a promise and ruining her life is a vow. Opposites attract is a popular saying but does it really happen? Can love bloom from a place of hatred? When a haunting shadow comes for Penelope and her dark secret, can she save herself without breaking apart or die in a marriage to an enemy?

Luxian Maxwell’s life was already spiraling—a terminal diagnosis, haunting dreams, and a sense that something about him just didn’t add up. Then came Damien. Cold, powerful, and unsettlingly familiar, Damien claims Luxian is the reincarnation of a girl who once betrayed him. But the more Luxian tries to escape, the deeper he falls into a web of forgotten lives, supernatural forces, and a past that refuses to stay buried. Why does no one remember Mr. Wilson’s death? Why does Damien’s touch feel like a memory? And why is Luxian changing? As his dreams blur into reality and deadly truths surface, Luxian must confront the terrifying possibility: He’s not just being punished for someone else’s sins. He might be the key to unleashing something far worse.

After being reincarnated three times, Valkyrie Behati sworn that she would never let anyone take her life away from her. She started learning to stand up to her feet and defended herself from her ex-mate, Giovanni Malford, who keeps haunting her after rejecting each other. While reaching her dreams and plotting her revenge, she couldn’t help but feel anxious because she started to fight, everything was slowly changing little by little towards what she could remember. Kyrie didn’t realized that she met her second chance and a huge deal was made between them, benefiting each other. Will they be able to accept and help each other from the battles their life is going to face in the present?

Love. Duty. Valor. Secrets & Betrayals *** In the Kingdom of Vakythia, power cleaves the populace into two distinct classes: the Blessed, wielding gifts granted by the Ember, and the ordinary citizens, devoid of such divine favor. Arwyn Balchor, a rebellious girl and a blessed healer, finds her life intertwined with that of Thrystan Gaelen, the Fire Prince and future king of Vakythia— propelling her from the shantytown of Wyrm to the opulent palace. But blending in is a fragile thing, especially with a watchful enemy lurking in the shadows, poised to sabotage her every move. And as if that weren't enough, she unwittingly captures the attention of the Prince Thrystan Gaelan. Amidst swirling palace politics and brewing tensions, Arwyn begins to experience haunting visions linked to the plague ravaging a part of the Kingdom and a mysterious woman. As the kingdom prepares for the grand annual Sun Festival, an insidious threat looms closer, with the plague creeping ever nearer to the Capital.

When I woke up that morning and happened to glance at the mirror, a scream tore from my throat before I could stop it. Because on the face I had always taken such pride in, there was now a jagged, horrifying scar. As terror gripped me, a cool, detached female voice cut through the air beside me. "What are you shrieking about so early in the morning? Scared by your own ugly face?" I looked up in shock and realized the voice belonged to my girlfriend, Alicia. Only—she wasn't the same girl from yesterday. Gone was the youthful innocence I remembered. In its place, every movement, every glance radiated the allure of a mature woman. The words slipped out before I could hold them back. "Babe… you're gorgeous…" But Alicia's brows knit together, her gaze colder than ice. "Kurt, drop the act!" Act? I was at a loss. Why would she accuse me of pretending? "Don't call me the way you used to five years ago. It's disgusting." Five years ago? But… I'm still twenty-three… am I not?

The Shadow Bride is a haunting tale of duty, mystery, and a love that defies fate. When 23-year-old Avery is forced to marry her late sister’s fiancé to preserve a long-standing family tradition, she finds herself leaving behind her dreams for a life she never chose. Set in the quiet, eerie countryside of Montana, Avery is thrown into a loveless union with the brooding and distant Elias—a man mourning the woman he was meant to marry. But Avery soon senses something more than grief lurking in Elias’s eyes. Whispers of secrets buried in the woods, a strange connection to the moon, and a family with a history shrouded in darkness begin to unravel around her. She may have said “I do” out of obligation—but what she doesn’t know is that her husband’s curse is only just beginning to unfold.

Ninety stories. Ninety descents. No apologies. 90 Days Wet is a relentless erotica compilation that strips desire down to its rawest form…power, hunger, obsession, and the choices people make when they stop pretending they’re good. Each story stands alone. Different lives. Different rules. Different limits. From polished housewives with dirty secrets to sugar arrangements that blur into ownership, from age-gap dynamics to domination that doesn’t ask permission…every chapter peels away restraint and leaves something exposed. The further you go, the wetter it gets. The darker it turns. The more dangerous the wants become. This is not slow burn romance. This is filth, sex and taboo in all this glory. Read one. Read ten. Just don’t expect to come out clean. 18+ | Explicit themes | Reader discretion advised

He doesn’t knock. He breaks the door down—and your back with it. In Nailed: Men In Heat, the men are ruthless, brutal, and always hard. They bend you over desks, shove you face-first into pillows, and split you open like they paid for the right. No sweet talk. No cuddling. Just cum, bruises, and the sound of skin slapping skin. You’ll gag. You’ll drool. You’ll beg. And he’ll just keep going. Spit-soaked. Ass-up. Throat-fucked. He’ll ruin your hole, coat your insides, and leave you leaking for days. If you’re not shaking by the end of the chapter? You’ll be begging for the next man to finish the job. These are raw, relentless, hole-filling fucks—and they always finish deep. One thrust and you’re addicted.