His Ugly Possession

In college, Elara Hayes was invisible, a quiet wallflower, mocked and overlooked. One drunken night, she made the mistake of sleeping with the golden boy, Leonard Shaw. By morning, he denied it, mocked her, and turned the entire campus against her. She left, broken and disgraced. Years later, Elara is no longer the girl he humiliated. She's now the face behind a rising fashion empire, cloaked in elegance, success, and unshakable poise. When fate brings Leonard back into her life at a prestigious award ceremony, he doesn't recognize the woman he once destroyed. But she remembers everything. And this time, she’s not here to be ignored, she’s here to rewrite the story. On her terms.

From my earliest memories, my entire family is cold and distant toward me. When my parents look at my younger sister, Claire Lloyd, their eyes fill with warmth and joy. Yet, when they turn to me, only disgust remains. Claire's life is filled with applause and excessive love, while mine is filled with disdain and suffering. When the explosion erupts at the street corner, I save the stranger beside me. Later, I learn he is Byron Whitmore, a mafia family's Don. He begins pursuing me after I rescue him. Later, I quit my job and move to a new place, but he finds me and proposes in 100 different ways. "Why me?" I ask countless times. "Because it's you," he always answers. The wedding causes a sensation throughout the city. I truly seem to have transformed from an ugly duckling into a swan. That is, until I'm five months pregnant, when Claire needs a transfusion of rare Rh-negative blood after a car accident. The blood bank has a shortage. Because of that, my parents knock me unconscious and send me to the hospital. In my daze, the blood extraction machine hums continuously. As two thousand milliliters of blood leave my body, I see Byron. Tears well up in my eyes. I begin thinking he's here to save me. Instead, I hear him say, "We can't take any more. Sharon and the baby will die." "But Claire has lost too much blood. She'll die, too..." My mother pleads. "No one wants Claire safe more than I do." Byron's voice is thick with pain. "She's my first love. I've never forgotten her. I only married Sharon because her face looks so much like Claire's. "But I can't trade her life for Claire's. Trust me—I'll find another way." So, that's his reason for marrying me. The blood extraction machine continues running, but my heart has already stopped beating. The affection I see in his eyes has never been for me. He's always looking through me at someone else. Everyone in the world loves Claire, and Byron is not the exception that I foolishly believe him to be. That grand wedding is nothing but an ugly duckling's self-deceiving fantasy.

Elena just believes she is a nobody and perhaps a mistake which was not meant for this world. At every stage in life things become even more harder for her. She goes up feeling she doesn't deserve anything and instead of helping, every one around continue to say it to her face that she is a nobody.. She belongs just no where

It was a kiss I initiated out of anger. When I came into the club hoping to meet Benson’s daughter and have a one nightstand with her, I figured the little bitch fooled me by disguising her friend, Dawn, as her. Out of anger I kissed Dawn, hoping to quell my anger but no…it didn’t stop there. I began wanting to feel not just her lips again but own her. To possess her. I can’t help it. I can’t stop myself from wanting to possess her. To claim her as mine. So I do what my heart yearns. I stalk her. I bought her heart. I bought her soul. And…at the process she bought mine. But…everything I felt for her. Everything I felt for Dawn changed in one night. In one night I figured a huge secret about her. She’s the girl I swore to kill if I ever set eyes on, if I mistakenly see her walking on earth, alive. Should I revenge against her? To kill her just like I vowed to do or spare her life, especially when she has my seed growing inside her belly? ** When rage, hatred and love collides which one will dominate?

I took him with me, I don't love him first. I only want to use him. But then I want him, all him. But his love for his family is strong. So I destory everything, I destory all his realtionship. So he can only love me...Because he is only mine....A story depicting the relationship between Adom Lucifer , a prince of hell and a son of Lucifer , and his prisoner of war, Win James his love a angel from Heaven .

His thrusting was becoming unbearably intense, with his monster stretching my pussy every second he slammed in. A mind-numbing sensation coursed through my body. "T...This is so... Fuu~ckk!" He moaned tilting his head back. The more we dive deeper, the harder it becomes to stop and I couldn't help but surrender myself to the pleasure. Sex scent filled the room, sweat dripping off our bodies. Our bodies clasped together like a second skin, and lewd sounds filled the room, accompanied by our moans and groans. She couldn't help but feel like prey as she couldn't even move. She felt dangerously safe with them, and at the same time, she knew that they were no good, 'Which kind of existences did I get myself entangled with?' Claudia came to the United States to gain experience before returning to her Mafia family in preparation to succeed her father and take over, but unexpectedly, she gets entangled with the three sinful gorgeous males who are the sons of Mr. Lazer, the overlord of the US Mafia. And there, she got used, played with, fucked, and left behind, only to be used again. Now, she is torn between leaving the United States and returning to her country, but how can she leave without completing her mission for coming? And how can she resist being used again and again? After all, the brothers have never forced her, but who could resist them? Claudia is in for a very long, thick, and hard decision to make...

"Even with your fake face nobody will love you." I heard my own father told me. I wasn't surprised, that has always been the way it is, he always mock my ugliness. But i didn't let that stop me from going after the man I want. Killian Lockwood is a man of the people, feared and adore by all, and this ugly girl wants to be his wife. I might not succeed but it won't hurt to try right? Follow me on my journey of beautifying myself and trying to get Killian to accept me. Follow this fake face queen on her journey to the upper level. * * * Please support my first book on this platform guys, I bet y'all won't regret it.

Warning! Explicit content! I smelt something different the moment I stepped foot in my room. It was dark and I couldn't see a thing, but something smelt different. I moved my hand to the wall, turning on the light switch. The entire place became bright immediately, and that was the moment my nightmare began, the moment my life changed forever. Electrifying shock tingled through me as I found a strange figure, seated in the middle of the room. My blood ran cold instantly. My legs tottered and my lungs stopped pumping air. His presence froze me at once, or was it his eyes that were as cold and dark as shadows carved in stones? They stared so coldly at me, cloaked in an eerie stillness that sent shivers down my spine. I had never seen a picture of the devil before. But this guy in front me looked like someone who must be very close to him. **** He had been stalking her for three days. He knew where she worked, where she lived and the dumb people she visited. She didn't have much friends, just a bunch of nuns who appeared in fúcking white garments. She smiled so brightly like she was the purest soul on earth. She acted so naive like she's never been fucked before. It didn't matter how much she pretended, how much she tried to hide her identity. She was his next target and he'd be treating her like one. He didn't become the King of the night for no reason; the renowned torturer. He'd torture her like he did to others, get the information he needed and put a sweet bullet in her head. She was not getting off his list.

Anna is not your ordinary werewolf. At just eight years old, she was stolen from her pack and thrown into a world built on pain. Years passed in silence and captivity, her voice lost to the horrors she survived. Chains dug into her skin, and cruelty became her reality. She hasn’t spoken in nine years, not because she forgot how, but because no one ever made her feel safe enough to try. Then everything changes. One violent, chaotic night gives her the chance to run. She escapes, breathless and broken, thinking freedom is finally within reach. But before she can disappear into the unknown, fate places another obstacle in her path. A group of wolves. Strangers. Dangerous. And standing at the center is a man unlike any she’s ever seen. Festar. The Alpha. Powerful, ruthless, magnetic. And for some reason, he’s looking at her like she belongs to him. He claims her as his mate, and just like that, her freedom feels like it’s slipping through her fingers all over again. But there’s something different about this prison. Festar doesn’t hurt her. He doesn’t threaten her. He watches her, protects her, and speaks to her like she matters. Anna wants to run, but her body won’t move. She wants to fight the pull, but it only grows stronger. She doesn’t trust him, not yet, but when he touches her, she forgets how to breathe. And when he looks into her eyes, she feels something she’s never known. Safe. She may not speak, but her silence says everything. This Alpha has claimed her. And whether she’s ready or not, Anna’s story is just beginning.

"I thought I was invisible to him. Turns out, I was the only one he saw." Messiah Avenido—my cold, arrogant, and impossibly gorgeous neighbor. He’s the kind of guy who never spares me a glance, always pushing me toward his mischievous brothers as if I didn’t matter. I hate him. I hate his piercing stare. I hate his annoying indifference. I hate the way his presence makes my heart race. But despite it all… I love him. And just when I finally decided to let him go, and when I thought I had already found someone who could truly love me—Messiah turned around. This time, he chased me. This time, he refused to let me slip away. And before I knew it… I was no longer free. Because to Messiah Avenido, I wasn’t just the girl next door. I was his.