How Did Ace Get His Devil Fruit Novels & Stories

CONTENT WARNING: This book is a dark MM romance and is purely fiction. None of the deplorable actions of the characters are acceptable in any way or form. ------------------------------------- Some traps are impossible to escape… especially the ones you walk into. Julian Cross has always been a good person. Soft-spoken and loyal, he’s the kind of person people trust… and use. He’s also been in love with his best friend for as long as he can remember. So when his best friend asks for one thing, just one thing to make him happy, Julian says yes. All he has to do is get close to Nikolai Soren. A man who is cold, untouchable, dangerous. A man who doesn’t feel, doesn’t care, and doesn’t let anyone get close enough to matter. It should have been simple. A game. A plan. A means to an end. But nothing about Nikolai is simple. Not the way he looks at Julian like he already owns him. Not the way his touch burns, leaving behind something darker than desire. Not the way Julian starts to crave him… even when he knows he shouldn’t. Even when he knows it can cost him everything. Because Nikolai isn’t just a man. He’s control wrapped in violence. Obsession disguised as restraint. And once he decides something belongs to him… he doesn’t let it go. What started as a game… ends as an obsession. Now Julian is caught between loyalty and temptation, truth and deception, control and chaos. And the deeper he falls into Nikolai’s world, the harder it becomes to remember— Was he ever the one playing the game? Or was he the target all along?

Amelia's husband bangs another woman when the results from the hospital show that she's infertile. Unknown to him, the results are fake. Now Amelia is pregnant and he regrets his decision.

I married Adrian Blackwood to survive. He married me for revenge. Adrian Blackwood is a ruthless CEO powerful, cold, and untouchable. Our marriage was never about love. It was a contract designed to punish a family that destroyed his past, and I was the price they had to pay. Trapped in a life of control, secrets, and psychological warfare, I quickly learned that surviving Adrian was harder than fearing him. Every rule he set was meant to break me. Every silence hid another truth. But when enemies rise and buried crimes begin to surface, the line between hatred and protection starts to blur. Loving him could destroy me. Leaving him might kill me. This is not a sweet romance. It is a dark story of power, obsession, and the painful cost of redemption.

My wedding starts at 12:00 pm on the dot. There are 58 tables, each table costing 8888 dollars. 120 bottles of premium liquor have been opened. 300 packs of top-tier cigarettes are unsealed. At 2:30 pm, all the guests have left the scene, leaving nothing but a huge mess behind. That's when a server hands me the bill. "It'll be 510 thousand dollars, miss." I'm left gobsmacked. "I'm a wedding guest, not the organizer." The groom is Charlie Humboldt, my ex-boyfriend. At the moment, he takes his pregnant bride, Sasha Fitch, by the hand while sneering at me. "Since you're here, you might as well foot the bill. Think of it as your way of compensating for my youth." Charlie's mother, Melissa Carlton, moves to block the door. "If you're not paying the bill, then you can forget about leaving. No one wants you anyway, so you might as well stay here and pay off your debt by working as a dishwasher!" As I stare at the shameless family, I dig out my phone quietly. What they don't know is that this five-star hotel is a gift from my dad to me.

Two weeks ago, my family and I went hiking and camping. When the storm hit and the mudslide erupted, my adopted sister shoved me into a ravine. My parents and fiance only cared about my sister. They remained completely unaware of my predicament. A week later, when the rescue team finally finds me, my parents accuse me of being selfish and malicious.—— "You clearly know that your sister is suffering from a terminal illness and is about to die, yet you still try to murder her!" they yell. "The bride for next week's wedding will be your sister. She has end-stage kidney cancer, and her dying wish is to marry your fiancé.Ethan. You have to agree to this!" "I agreed to their wedding, and for atonement. I am willing to donate my kidney to my sister, and I will also give her all the academic papers I own and the oil paintings I have collected." Seeing how sensible I was, my parents and my fiance all smiled with relief. They said, "I've grown up and become sensible. I'm no longer that willful elder sister who didn't know how to care for my younger sister." In my final three days, I will give them everything they want and leave behind a perfect image. And when I die, I hope they won't cry, mourn my death；

“You fucking bitch, I told you to stay here, and I will think about what I can do for you to not assassinate you, but you're just being a bitch” He yelled and turn my back like always I did whenever I was punished by a stick. "Bitch” He yelled throwing stick after stick, I felt my body turn numb getting to continue beating. “This time I won't let it go easily” He yelled, tearing my cloth. My body jerked back, his cold hand roamed my back. “I teach you today what happens when you just disobey my single command,” He said, turning me, removing a thin cloth from my body. "No, Liam" I screamed. “Why, It was always meant to be mine. Right?” His face had an evil smirk on. “Please no, Liam. Not like that…” I whispered, hugging myself with my hand hiding my naked self from his burning eyes. “No Amber… This will only happen like this, You fucking bitch tried to deceive me” He said, taking a fistful of my hair with enough grip to make me cry. “I won't do that again, Promise,” I said showing him my pinky finger like always we seal our promise. “Amber…” He sighed, like controlling himself. “Promise…” He said, taking my pinky finger with his finger. “This time promise will be sealed with my way baby” He smirked, bending my pinky finger. His eyes were like some beast that just want to hurt someone so badly. Author Note : This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. Update on weekends

With the excuse of wanting to move on, Ivan Kurt was forced to get married to an unknown woman. She was pretty, her voice was as sweet as the voice of an angel, she had a nice body, but was that enough to get married to someone? Though he had a strong feeling that he wasn't making the right choice, he went on to do this. After all, some day, he may end up liking the stranger. Wait, why would a lady randomly accept Ivan's proposal? Yes, he was rich. But, instead of creating an eternal bond like marriage, why did she not decide to be his mistress? By the way, even if he ended up loving her, did that make him know her well enough? Her name was Rae Tyrone. But the government said she didn't exist. Was she a witch, or a woman from another world? Who was the real person behind those beautiful brown eyes? Where did she come from? What did she want from him? To Ivan, the question remains, "Who is my wife?" Read to know more!

"kneel," His cold voice thundered in the quiet room. I shuddered as I quietly obeyed, gritting my teeth as I fought back the tears from falling down my eyes. Derrick eyes darkened as he stared at me, his eyes filled with disdain. He lifted my chin up with his feet. My gaze landed on his cold and stoic face He curled the corners of his lips up. You want to be my Luna? "You are not fit," He said, the words like daggers piercing in my heart. Raven, a young omega and the mate of Alpha Derrick, lived a brutal life under his indifference and cruelty. Forced to endure humiliation and torment. On the night she finally gathered the courage to disappear from his life. Derrick returned home drunk. Mistaking her for his lost first love, he forcefully claimed her as his mate. Raven fled that same night, only to discover she was carrying his child. She vowed to protect her baby at all costs and built a quiet, peaceful life in the human world. But five years later, Derrick came knocking. This time, he didn’t just want the children he wanted her. But Raven is no longer the meek and broken woman he once knew. Will she forgive the man who shattered her life?

When Livia Rossi’s debt-ridden husband gambles her away in a high-stakes poker game, she’s claimed by Alessandro Moretti, Europe’s most feared mafia kingpin, who sees not a broken bride but a blazing trophy worth fighting for. Trapped in his opulent fortress, Livia battles his possessive obsession and her own rising desire, defying enemies circling closer—her vengeful ex, a ruthless rival, and her shattered past. As Alessandro vows to protect her at any cost, Livia must decide: surrender to his dangerous love or ignite a war to reclaim herself.

Being assigned to become the personal guard of a mafia boss is already a difficult task. Becoming his guard and carrying his child at the same time? Near impossible. “The baby isn’t yours.” Luciano smirked, a deadly glint flashing in his eyes. “Oh, really?” he asked, one of his eyebrows raised. He walked closer to me, each of his steps resonating in the dark room. I couldn’t help but gulp at the sight of him. It has been three long years since I’ve last seen him, but why has he even gotten hotter than before? “I’m going to ask you once more,” he said, leaning closer to my face. I held my head up high, determined not to succumb to his charm. “Is she mine?” I shook my head. “Definitely not yours.” His jaw ticked, and he looked to the side before leaning his face even closer to mine, his hot breath hovering over my lips. I held in my breath and watched the alluring movement of his lips. “Then, which scoundrel does that child belong to?” I placed both of my hands on his chest and gently pushed him back. “Why? What are you going to do about it if you know?” He tilted his head to the side and smirked. “I’m going to kill that bastard.”