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As the only princess of the vampire race, many cast a doubtful look, regarded her with ridicule, and called her a fake. She wasn't bothered. In this world, nothing matter more than a power that came from oneself. Irene Hildegard came from a bloody place, with a power stronger than many races. She wanted to seek the truth of her mother's death, fight many battles, beat her presumptuous brothers, and in between, maybe take the responsibility of a certain powerful demonic lycan. *** They started as enemies. When the two met, sparks of fire would collide. Irene couldn't help but wonder, when did this lycan werewolf start getting possessive? His face was like a sculpture, without any blemishes. The masculine aura had a hint of evilness, carrying a poppy-like attraction. His deep voice was pleasing to the ears. "In this world, none would be more compatible with each other besides mates. It is not just for a lifetime, as long as a soul exists, the other would too. So, Rose, you know that the purpose of my existence is because of you."

Silvia est une jeune fille de dix-sept ans toute gentille , elle mène une vie des plus simples , elle vient de terminer les études , elle va bientôt avoir dix-huit ans . Elle va postuler pour un emploi sans se douter que sa vie en un instant va complètement changer . Tout ce en quoi elle croyait n'était que mensonge . Elle voit qu'elle évolue dans un monde différent de ce qu'elle croyait . Elle voit des personnes se transformer en des créatures qu'elle ne pouvait jamais imaginer . s'était-elle devenue folle ? Que se passe-t-il quand la chasseuse devient la proie ? Lorsque l'amour vient se mettre en travers de sa route ?

Dans une ville où le temps semble s’effriter comme la cendre, Naïa, une restauratrice d’œuvres d’art, découvre une légende oubliée : celle d’un amour brisé par la malédiction d’un bijou ancien, une obsidienne aussi noire que la nuit. Au fil de ses recherches, elle croise le chemin de Raven, un homme à la beauté étrange et aux yeux hantés. Il prétend être le dernier descendant d’une lignée maudite. Chaque femme qu’il aime finit par mourir, sa vie aspirée par l’obsidienne. Naïa n’y croit pas… jusqu’à ce qu’elle commence à ressentir d’étranges symptômes : des vertiges, des visions d’un passé qui n’est pas le sien, et une douleur glaciale à chaque fois que Raven s’approche. Leur passion est irrépressible, mais à chaque baiser, elle sent une part d’elle-même s’effacer. Raven tente de fuir, de la repousser, mais Naïa s’accroche. Elle découvre alors que la seule façon de briser la malédiction est de plonger dans les souvenirs d’une époque révolue, où tout a commencé : une ancienne trahison, un amour sacrifié, une vengeance gravée dans la pierre noire. Mais la malédiction a un prix. Pour se libérer, quelqu’un doit disparaître… L’amour peut-il survivre à l’oubli ?

His lap is my throne and my body is his salvation. Orphaned and enslaved, I was sold to Prince Erwin's palace to serve as his sex slave. They said the prince drinks blood daily and has a taste for killing people. That only blood, violence, and screams can arouse his sexual desire. His favourite colour was reddish blood, and my hair was red. Perhaps that's why he fell in love with me, made love with me almost every night, but sometimes his demonic side took over and he raped me me brutally. But deep in my heart, I know he loved me. He adorned me with the jewels, burned his own king-father alive, for me. He still chose me even though he was married to a beautiful noblewoman. And I loved him as well. He is the king of my body, my heart, and my soul. The prophecy says that I will die by his hand, and before that happens, I must free him from the curse he was born with. He is the beast, and I am the beauty. Can the beauty heal the beast? **** This story contains some adult concepts such as: - Slavery, Harem, and reverse harem (since the setting is in the 16th. I opposed slavery) - Graphic sexual and violent scenes (stay away if you are under 18) - Bloody vengeance (may be distressing to some readers. If you are easily triggered, it may be best to avoid this book) - Gods, Goddesses vs Demons (Based on Greek mythology, not suitable if you are too religious) This story is a work of fiction, intended to satisfy readers' wildest smut and romantic fantasies. Please do not read this book if you dislike the above topics. You have been warned.

After living a boring life and becoming a corporate slave for seven-years, Alice put up all the courage she has to summon a Demon in order to change her life in exchange for her soul. Knowledge, Famer, Power, Wealth, and Love was all the desire many people wants, but she decided not to choose leaving everything to her Demon Contractor - Paimon. Unbeknownst to her is that there are many Demon Contractor aside from herself. Because of her soul that was chained, she will be force to fight in a bloody game wherein death is only the beginning.

Bloodfeud, a group consisting perilous members. Brotherhood means a 'boy' member only is allowed. But then, there's Avior Leuxia, a baddest girl and a rule-breaker who only had the guts to invade it. And it was the instrument... for the bloody feud.

"I can't do this anymore!" Easton cried, trying to break free from the man who had him pinned to the bed by his throat. ''It's been six years, Ilya! Six fucking years of abuse. When am I going to be free from you?" "Does it look like you have any choice?" Ilya smirked coldly. He produced his knife, wanting to carve his name into Easton's heart, so that every time Easton looked in the mirror, he'd know who he belonged to. "You either obey my every command, or watch as I ruin every last bit of the reputation you've toiled tirelessly to build. Don't push me too hard, East, or I'll unleash a storm that will render you breathless and begging for mercy and it won't be cute." As a pop star, Easton Reese had everything he had always hoped for: money, luxurious lifestyle, fame, and fans all across the globe who worshipped him like the idol that he was. But despite all this, Easton felt empty inside. Behind the happy smile he always wore on his face during the day, there was an excess of pain that he had to endure every night, in secret, where no one must know. Being punished for the crime his father had committed wasn't exactly what hurt him most; it was the fact that he was being punished by his childhood sweetheart, the same man he had once loved with all his heart.

Maximilian broke out of the formation a group of witches set in place to prevent monsters like him from appearing in the human realm. When he reached the human realm there was a blood bath. All those who caught him in the act were killed. Cyra who happened to pass by the short route was unfortunate to encounter the scene of the bloody monster, she wasn't the only one that mistakenly saw the scene but she was the only one that was spared.

Dans les coulisses d’un club privé de la ville, Elina, une stripteaseuse mystérieuse au passé brûlé, danse chaque nuit pour oublier les chaînes invisibles qui l’emprisonnent. Elle ne croit plus aux contes de fées, encore moins aux hommes. Mais tout bascule le soir où entre dans le club Aidan Volkhov, un alpha charismatique, dangereux, habitué à ce qu’on plie devant lui. Il n’est pas venu pour le spectacle. Il est venu pour elle. Entre eux, l’attirance est instantanée, sauvage, impossible à contenir. Aidan veut posséder Elina, corps et âme. Mais Elina n’est pas une soumise. Elle se débat, résiste, lutte pour ne pas se perdre. Pourtant, plus il l’approche, plus elle découvre que sous sa domination se cache une douleur ancienne, une solitude qu’elle reconnaît. Jeu de pouvoir, caresses interdites, nuits enfiévrées… Dans l’ombre des projecteurs, un lien naît. Mais quand le passé d’Elina refait surface et menace de tout détruire, Aidan devra choisir : la contrôler ou la protéger. Et Elina devra décider si elle est prête à appartenir… à un seul homme.

Aria Douglas, always liberal and explosive, finally found the fit of her shoes. She never believed that she could trust a man again until she realized that she was falling in love with that man. The one she met in a bar, the one with blonde hair that looked dyed-cropped, intense blue eyes, a hooked nose, and lips created by a bloody sex god. Samme got into her skin. And between her legs. She, who did not want to be with anyone, suddenly wanted to be with that man she barely knew. What had she seen in him? There were things she didn't understand about him and she wasn't sure she wanted to answer them either. The only thing that was absolutely clear to her was that she fell in love with a man who was a mystery and an enigma to her.