Lit-rpg

After an accident, Averie's life changes drastically. She is hunted by two groups of werewolves that she never thought existed alongside humans. The werewolves from the demon pack want to get something from her, while the werewolves from the righteous pack just want to protect humanity and avoid the world plunging into chaos because of her. However, one person steps out and protects her at all times: Lance. He claims to be her protector, unaware of his hidden agenda in approaching her. While protecting her from danger, the two of them fall in love and vow to only love each other until their next life. But fate loves to play jokes on Averie's life. She discovers that she was the reincarnation of Avaria, a wicked and powerful black fairy in her past life, destined to bring disaster to humanity. The soul of Avaria has been dormant inside her body, waiting to awaken at the right time. But the cruelest twist of fate is that the person she loves and trusts the most is a werewolf protector from the righteous pack, who harbors the strongest desire to kill her. Lance is the very person who had taken the life of Avaria in her past life and is destined to do so once again in her present life. Will they defy their ill-fated destiny to attain the happiness they yearn for, or will they ultimately destroy each other, fulfilling Avaria's thirst for revenge? Can Averie succeed in proving that she is the true owner of her body, not by any woman from her past?

[Voici la version française du roman anglais 'The Mafia Don’s Innocent Love'.] Artemy Loskutov... Connu pour mon comportement glacial, ma nature impitoyable et mes talents mortels, j'inspire le respect et la peur à tous ceux qui croisent mon chemin. L'amour et l'affection n'ont pas leur place dans mon existence ; mon seul but est de me venger de la détestable mafia Cavalieri, responsable de la mort prématurée de ma mère. Lorsque je tombe sur une jeune femme, battue et cachée sous mon lit, je l'épargne non pas par gentillesse, mais je la considère comme une simple possession, un jouet à manipuler. Rebecca Cavalieri... Je m'étais habituée aux hommes qui cherchaient à m'exploiter, à me faire du mal et à me rejeter. La confiance est un concept insaisissable, et mon cœur reste caché sous des couches d'angoisse. Artemy, cependant, a réussi à déterrer et à rallumer la flamme vacillante en moi. Il a réveillé mes émotions endormies. Mais s’il découvre l’ampleur réelle du danger que je représente pour lui, je risque de perdre non seulement son affection, mais aussi ma vie.

“No solo eres humana, sino también débil y frágil, tan diferente a mi tipo”, gritó mientras la apretaba contra la pared. Su lobo aullaba dentro de él, pero lo ignoró por completo y la miró directamente a los ojos, donde se reflejaban el miedo y el dolor. “Nunca te aceptaré como mi compañera, no porque seas humana, sino porque no eres en absoluto mi tipo. Amo a otra persona, y ella será mi compañera”, escupió esas palabras con una rabia tan intensa que hizo que las rodillas de la joven temblaran de miedo. El alfa Eric había odiado y rechazado a su compañera desde el mismo día en que puso los ojos en ella. Haría cualquier cosa por sacarla de su vida… hasta que todo cambió la noche en que la encontró en un club BDSM, donde tuvo que disfrazarse con una máscara. P.D.: En este libro, los hombres lobo viven entre los humanos, y su existencia no es conocida por todos. P.D.: Esta historia contiene un alto contenido sexual, específicamente con temáticas de dominación y sumisión.

Rachel lived her whole life in the shadows of her perfect twin sister, Ellien. Unloved, unrecognized, and cursed with a mysterious white hair that made even her father hate her. She was called a monster. But when Ellien runs away from an arranged marriage to a powerful and feared man — J, the ruthless heir of the Charltons family. Rachel is forced to take her place. Everyone believes she’s weak. Powerless. A mere replacement. But Rachel carries a secret of her own — a hidden power she was never supposed to awaken... and a dangerous connection to the man they call a devil. With her mysterious ability awakening stronger than ever — and her heart slowly betraying her — Rachael finds herself caught between survival, a dangerous deal, and an impossible man. He was her enemy. She was his last hope. But fate had other plans.

“We’re friends,” I said, voice barely steady. Aaron’s lips curled, slow and cruel. “No, we’re not.” “Friendship’s too pure for this.” His hand slid to my waist, hot and claiming as he yanked me flush against him. “Do friends kiss like this?” He kissed me. Hard. Possessive. “Or grab each other like this?” A squeeze to my ass. A gasp. “Or think filthy little thoughts?” His breath burned against my ear. “Touch themselves to it?” My cheeks flamed. My body betrayed me. “Stop lying, Venus.” His voice was a growl. “I feel it. Every time I’m near you.” I whispered, “But you don’t even like me.” His smile was pure sin. “I don’t have to like you to fuck you.” Then the offer: “Let’s get it out of our system. No lies. No strings. Just truth.” He grabbed my chin, eyes lit with hunger. “Say the word, princess.” A whisper against my lips— “I’ll ruin you.” And God help me… I wanted him to. --------- Aaron Sinclair needs a bride to claim his inheritance. Venus Carter needs a miracle to save her dying mother. What begins as a cold contract marriage spirals into a dangerous game of buried trauma, stolen identities, and forbidden attachment. He’s ruthless, closed off, and refuses to love. She’s resilient, lost, and refuses to stay unloved. But when secrets unravel revealing a stolen childhood, a tragic past, and a vengeful stepmother, their fake marriage is the only thing standing between them and destruction. In a world ruled by power and silence, will love dare to speak first or break them both instead?

Wet Confessions Thirty Taboo Tales You’ll Never Forget Some secrets are whispered. Some are moaned. And some are written between trembling thighs. From steamy offices and dimly lit confessionals to forbidden bedrooms and midnight rendezvous, Wet Confessions is a raw, unapologetically sexy collection of 30 taboo short stories that explore the desires we hide behind closed doors. Every story is a sin dressed in silk. Every character is someone you shouldn’t want but do. And every ending leaves you aching for more. These are the fantasies you never say out loud. The confessions you’d only whisper in the dark. And the kind of love you’re not supposed to crave. Read if you dare. Want more when you're done.

A divorced billionaire with a personality disorder and a woman who had her engagement called off. Two broken hearts trying to mend each other, fighting to sustain each other. Oliver Harrison seems too broken to be mended, an empty shell who no longer see the colours of the world, will the two find solace in each other? And what if Oliver's hidden and obsessive personality falls in love with this woman, the only woman who had embraced him when everyone shunned him, Will Oliver welcome the love, or will she reject the love his counterpart had chosen even when he doesn't feel the same?

There's this unspoken rule in werewolf high society: no matter how tight the mate bond is, business banquets mean booking a hostess. Six years into our bond, my Alpha mate—Brian Stormclaw—met one. Louise. A scrappy Omega with too much pride and not enough sense. When he offered her his black card, she pushed it back and said, "I'm not some Alpha's pampered pet." Brian? Instantly hooked. Like the Moon Goddess herself had dropped her in his lap. He chased her like he wanted her mark on every pack crest. But he forgot something—I was the Luna he wrote ninety-nine love letters to before I said yes. I didn't beg. Didn't snap. Every time he chose her over me, I lit another letter. First one burned on our anniversary—he bailed to wait outside Louise's flower shop, just to walk her home. Letter thirty-four? He left me stranded in a dangerous hunting ground to keep her company. Said she was scared of the dark. Fifty-two? Torched the second he replaced our wedding photo with some sketch she made on. ... And when the ninety-ninth turned to ash, so did whatever was left of us. I walked away. For good.

Trois jours avant ma cérémonie de marquage, quelqu’un a incendié la boutique nuptiale alors que j'étais en train d’essayer ma robe. Alpha Marcus a jeté l'incendiaire en prison, le condamnant à la peine la plus sévère autorisée par nos lois. Allongée sur mon lit d’hôpital, le corps couvert de brûlures au troisième degré, je refusais d’ouvrir complètement les yeux, incapable d’accepter l’horreur de ma défiguration. Dans un état semi-conscient, j’ai entendu Marcus parler avec la guérisseuse de la meute. « Alpha, nous pouvons encore la guérir complètement avec la magie ancienne. Si nous attendons plus longtemps, Sarah gardera ces cicatrices à vie ! Vous voulez juste que Mademoiselle Rachel devienne votre Luna lors de la cérémonie. C'est d’une cruauté inqualifiable ! » « Laisse-lui ces cicatrices. Je prendrai soin d’elle jusqu’à la fin de ses jours, mais si elle guérit, elle viendra semer le trouble à la cérémonie. » « J’ai promis à Rachel que son enfant serait accueilli dans la meute avec tous les honneurs. Tant que Sarah sera complètement défigurée, elle sera assez reconnaissante pour élever l’enfant de Rachel comme le sien. Ces cicatrices sont nécessaires — au moins ainsi, elle n’osera jamais maltraiter le petit. » Dans un coin de la chambre, hors de leur regard, une larme a coulé sur ma joue brûlée. Alors, c’était ça, la vérité. La cérémonie dont j’avais tant rêvé n’était qu’un mensonge. Le lien d’âme que j’espérais tant était en réalité ma condamnation à mort. Si c’était ainsi, alors je lui donnerais exactement ce qu’il voulait.

By year four of our marriage, Scott had picked up a college girl—Gigi. Bright, beautiful, full of life. She had him, a billionaire, eating street food and chasing after her favorite esports player. Scott called. "Not coming home. Watching Joel Arnoult's match." Beside him, Gigi scoffed. "That boring old woman—does she even know who Joel Arnoult is?" They had no clue. The second the call ended, Joel had me pinned in the back of a dimly lit car. His teeth grazed my neck—sharp, teasing, a little painful. "Leila, if I win, how are you gonna reward me?"