Kim Dokja Ao3 Novels & Stories

Lydia Zander had once been the quiet, obedient wife—trapped in a cold, loveless marriage with Clinton, a man who only married her to honor his grandfather’s dying wish. She loved him deeply, blindly, but that love was repaid with cruelty—not just from Clinton, but from his entire family. For years, she endured their scorn in silence… until the day Clinton coldly handed her divorce papers. What no one knew—not her husband, not his family—was that Lydia Zander was no ordinary woman. They thought she was a nobody, a girl from the slums who should be grateful for scraps. They were dead wrong. When Clinton cast her aside to make room for his mistress, Kelly, he expected Lydia to return —

Content Warning: Smut, Smut and Smut. “Whose cock made you cry the loudest tonight?” Lucien’s voice was a low snarl as he gripped my jaw, forcing my mouth open. “Yours,” I gasped, my voice wrecked from screaming. “Alpha, please—” Silas’s fingers dug into my hips as he slammed back inside me, rough and unrelenting. “Liar,” he growled against my spine. “She sobbed on mine.” “Should we make her prove it?” Claude said, his fangs grazing my throat. “Tie her up again. Let her beg with that pretty mouth until we decide she’s earned our knots.” I was trembling, dripping, used—and all I could do was moan, “Yes, please. Use me again.” And they did. Like they always do. Like they can’

“Alexander, this isn’t right,” Valentina whispered, her voice shaky as his hand traced the line of her jaw. He tilted her chin up, forcing her to meet his gaze. “It doesn’t matter what’s right,” he said, his voice low and commanding. “It matters what’s mine.” Her breath caught as his fingers slid to the back of her neck. “And you think I’m yours?” “I don’t think, Valentina,” he murmured, a dark smile curving his lips. “I know.” --- Valentina never expected her life to take such a dangerous turn. After her husband demands a divorce to marry his mistress, she finds herself entangled with Alexander—a powerful mafia Don whose reputation is as lethal as the man himself. Alexander doesn’t j

She is the belle of a world-famous university, carrying in her heart the scars of her broken youthful love. He is the only son of the president of Sapphire Corporation, a genuine playboy, a true billionaire. They were tied together by an arranged marriage. But painfully, he didn't love her, and she also didn't have any feelings for him. People who do not love each other are forced to be together, what will be the final result? Can't get a divorce, will they torment each other for the rest of their lives? What will happen when the two people's ex returns one after another? And, which way for this perverse fate-in-love?

“You are my wife. No one gets to touch you, and I sure as hell won’t let you touch anyone while you bear my last name.” My breath catches. Rage and unwanted arousal fight a war inside me. I lift my chin in defiance, glaring at him. “You don’t own me, Rain.” “Unfortunately, I do for the next year.” “I have needs, Rain. I am not going to spend a year celibate just because you hate me.” “Who said you have to spend the year celibate?” Rain tucks a finger beneath my jaw, his gaze lingering on my lips. He tilts my face up to his, thumb grazing my lower lip. “If you have needs, Selene…” His eyes flick back up to mine. “I will take care of them.” In the city of Raven Heights, hierarchy is t

BOOK ONE OF A SERIES Diana Rivera didn't just witness the man she loved stabbing her father to death but was also framed for it, fleeing her birthplace in the process. When she realized that she was pregnant with his child, she knew she was going to be a single mum but five years later, viral news was able to bring her information about her father's murderer and she finally saw the dreadful face of the man she now loathed with the intention of killing him and fleeing his palace alive. But what if it turns out that this was only a minor misunderstanding, and her existence had a lot more meaning than mere revenge, especially when the Alpha King is not only the father of her ch

“Marry me, and I’ll protect you.” He smirked at her with his eyes on her body lustrously. “you won’t find any other man as me,” He closed the distance between them and a finger went to her chin and lift them up, staring down at her alluring red lips. “...it’s either a yes or yes.” Eve Montana had to save her life from the bad man that was after her, and get back her heirloom. The only way was to get under the wings of a mysterious man in a contracted wedding. She lost her heart and soul to the man who couldn’t love her. She knew she had to let go, she could have everything but not his love. And his plan was nothing but to use her to get what he wants but what happened when he fell i

"I'm sorry." He apologized, "Too late get out" I glared but he doesn't budge, he proved to be stubborn and the mere sight of him, irked me. Slowly it made my limbs weak and it slowly made it all the way suffocating. "No," he pushed me against the wall, my back pressed firmly against it, his grip firm on my upper arm. My face blushed red, unsure how to react, yet I yelled, "You're breaking a rule! Don't fucking touch me." "Fuck the rules, you already broke it when you wore this dress." My heart plummeted, a heavy thud echoing in my chest, as the weight of his last words settled upon me like a leaden anchor "Well Fuck off, I don't want you, Tristan Donovan." I spat bitterly, all

🔥 Dark Sex Confessions 🔥 A sinful collection of taboo, dominant, and dangerously hot stories. Warning: 18+ only. --- “Is this what you wore to distract me, sweetheart?” he asked, fingers trailing up my inner thigh beneath the flimsy excuse of a skirt. “You knew exactly what you were doing when you walked into my office dressed like that.” I bit my lip, heart racing. “Maybe I just needed some... extra attention.” His chuckle was dark. Dangerous. Desperate. He pushed everything off his desk with one sweep, pulling me forward so my legs dangled open in front of him. “You’re about to learn your most important lesson,” he said, sinking to his knees between my thi

Seeing nothing but the bare self of a girl in his kitchen, his thought suddenly went blank, even her grumbling stomach couldn’t get to him. A strange nude girl in his kitchen was something he hadn’t thought he would see in the next hundred years. She was weird, her long unraveled reddish brown hair was covering her face. Her body held, different old and new scars . And when she lift her eyes to look at him. The eyes was something he hasn’t seen before burning in flames. And a mixture of gold and blue. In a flash it swipe to deep sea blue eyes. The mop stick he held fell from his hands, leaving his mouth ajar. “Who are you?” He thought a thief had sneak in here, probably a food thief in