Man Slave Manhwa

"I saved his life with a lie. Now, I have to live it—or die in his bed." Noah Bennett is a nobody, a starving survivor in a kingdom of ice. When he finds the poisoned, half-dead King Ethan Walker in a frozen ravine, he makes a desperate, split-second choice to secure his future. He pitches his voice high, binds his chest, and claims to be a maiden named Abigail. He expected a reward and a quiet escape. He didn’t expect the King to wake up with a terrifying, soul-deep obsession. Now, the "Angel of the Ravine" has been brought to the palace in a carriage of gold and silk. Ethan Walker is a man of cold steel and dark hungers, a King who pampers his "Abigail" with a devotion that feels like a chokehold. He wants his savior. He wants a Queen. And he wants her—him—in his bed before the moon turns full. As the wedding bells toll, the stakes reach a breaking point: The Lie: One torn gown or one slipped word will lead Noah to the executioner’s block. The Lust: Ethan’s touch is electric, a "Good Turn Bad" obsession that makes Noah’s heart hammer for all the wrong reasons. The Trap: The King’s traitorous brother is watching, the General is suspicious, and the Silver Wolf of the north is howling for the truth. In a court of vipers, Noah is playing the most dangerous game in Aethelgard. He must navigate the King’s possessive "Silk Noose" while hiding the truth beneath his robes. But as Ethan leans in to claim his "bride's" neck, Noah realizes the most terrifying secret of all: The King might already know. And he might like the lie even better than the truth.

I was content with my life, studying and living with my loving parents. Until the day everything changed. I was taken by a ruthless man, the Mafia Don and the Alpha of the Romanesco. He took everything from me, my freedom, my innocence. “You are mine, Darina. You can hate me as much as you like.” But when he touches me and calls me his baby girl or his little fox, I melt. I am his slave, his plaything, but more than that. I am his soulmate.

My best friend, Cassidy Braun, earned a modest monthly salary of 2,800 dollars, only to constantly trash her doting husband with an annual income of 600,000 dollars, labelling him a broke loser. “That incompetent husband of mine can’t even afford a 20-carat diamond ring! “I have the looks that can bag me a billionaire. I must have been out of my mind to marry that piece of trash.” I chimed in. “You’re right. You’re practically a goddess. Only a Greek God stands a chance with you.” Eventually, Cassidy left her husband and hooked up with a trust-fund kid, just as she wanted. A year later, she was scammed out of every penny she owned and diagnosed with cancer. Fragile and broken, she came to me. “I heard that ex-husband of mine remarried and that he’s loaded now. Judging by the way he used to worship the ground I walked on, I bet he’ll drop the woman in a heartbeat if I ask to get back together.” I gave a dismissive nod while running my fingers along the new Birkin bag my husband had bought. “Oh, absolutely. He’s pretty wealthy now.”

Kayla Matthews was raised her whole life as a slave. Even though her father Archer was the Alpha of the Blue Moon Pack, she was considered the lowest of all being an omega but she was also considered a murderer having taken the life of her mother at her birth. Everyone hated Kayla and treated her worse than a criminal but she had nowhere else to go and as long as she behaved, the new Luna would not drive her out to become a rogue. However, then came a day that she defied the Alpha’s orders and released a prisoner that her father held captive. This was the very first time Kayla disobeyed her pack and she was brutally punished for her actions. On the cusp of her death, she questioned who that man was and whether he was coming back for her, what she didn’t know was that the stranger she saved was Rafael Cordero and not only was he the Lycan King of a rival clan, he was also her future mate.

Born of scandal and treated like a curse, Lyra has spent her life suppressed, her wolf silenced and her birthright stolen. When the cruel Alpha King rejects her in favor of her scheming sister and marks her for death, Lyra escapes into the forbidden land of rogues where death should await. But instead of death, she meets him. The Rogue King. A man believed dead. A man who shouldn't exist alongside his kingdom. A man with secrets darker than the forest itself. Forced into slavery at his side, Lyra uncovers the truth of her lineage, her stolen powers, and the prophecy that marks her as the Moon Goddess’s Chosen. As kingdoms prepare for war, betrayals unfold, and desire sparks dangerously between captor and captive, Lyra must decide: Will she remain a slave to fate or become Queen of all?

At my own wedding, the groom switched—Malcolm Lowell bailed, and the best man stepped in. Lumi, the Irving's real daughter, latched onto Malcolm's arm and smirked from the crowd. "I was just feeling a little low," she said. "Didn't think Malcolm would go this far for me." Malcolm raised a brow. "I just wanted to make her happy. You took her spot for years. Time to pay it back. This is for your own good." That's when it hit me—this whole wedding was a setup, a twisted show just to entertain Lumi. All because I was the adopted one. I'd lived in her place for over two decades. I didn't cry. Didn't freak out. I just took the new groom's hand, faced the priest, and said, "Keep going."

"Sir, is there a problem?" I lift my face flooded with tears and snot to this person held in front of me. She is handing me disposable tissues and I take them from her hands while thanking her. I clean tears from my face. The stranger sits next to me on the public bench where I am sitting. I suddenly feel ashamed to have been caught by a stranger crying, moreover a woman. I then tell her with my head down "I'm sorry that you attended this pathetic spectacle!" "It's nothing. It happens to everyone to have problems in life. And believe me, it is advisable to cry to evacuate your pain. "She said to comfort me. "Thank you!" "So why are you crying? What is your problem with as for you? I'm sure there must be a solution." The young lady asked, while sitting next to me, in a sympathetic tone. "I don't really believe that there is a solution to my problem. Unless a large sum of money falls to me miraculously from the sky. " I replied, looking desperate. "Then marry me!" Such was the declaration of this young woman. I may have been in a desperate search for money, but she was mad to make me such an offer. Dinam is a young man desperately looking for a job. His mother having been diagnosed with blood cancer, he is ready to do anything to find the money to pay for therapy, even if it means marrying against his will. Believing to get out of misery thanks to this marriage, Dinam does not know that he was throwing himself directly into the mouth of the wolf. Conspiracies and low blows from his wife's stepmother will now be his daily life.

I buried him myself. I stood at his grave with dirt on my hands and grief in my throat as I said goodbye to the only man I ever thought I would love. Kael was my betrothed, my mate, the boy who grew up beside me and became the person I built every future around. When the war took him it did not just take him — it took every version of myself that existed because of him. Years passed. The moon goddess, in her mercy, gave me something I never asked for — a second chance. Rowan was not supposed to happen. He was patient where I was resistant, steady where I was broken, and present in every way I had convinced myself no one would ever be again. I did not want to love him. And then I did not know how to stop. I was finally learning what it meant to choose life again. When Lucas walked back through my door. Alive. Unchanged. And completely unable to explain where he had been. Now I am torn between a love that was written into my soul before I was old enough to understand what souls were, and a man who chose me quietly and completely when I had nothing left to offer. The elders say this is not a reverse harem blessing. There is no keeping both. I have to choose. But how do you bury someone you love twice?

NAPAPIKIT ako dahil sa ibat-ibang klase at kulay ng ilaw na tumatama sa mukha ko.Isabay rin ang pinagsamang ingay ng mga tao at lakas ng tugtog..This is not my first time being here, I have a friends who love bars and parties and I already used to this, infact this is my leisure. "Klare? Nandito na sila" bulong saakin ni Carlo.pinsan ko..Alam niya ang plano ko at kahit nag-aalangan ay wala na siyang nagawa para pigilan ako....I can't let my family down.Not this time "Ano ng gagawin natin?" aniya "J-just stick to the plan Carl" napailang siya. Alam kong hindi siya sangayon sa gagawin ko..pero gaya nga ng sinabi ko, wala ng mababago..I made my decision BINALIK ko ang atensyon sa lalaking nakasandal sa sandalan ng sofa habang tahimik na pinapanood ang mga taong nagsasayaw sa malawak na dance floor.. Siguro ay kagagaling lang nila sa opisina base na rin sa nakikita kong mga suot nila..Isang puting polo ang suot niya na nakatupi hanggang siko, Sa klase ng tindig at pagkakaupo niya ay masasabing hindi siya basta-bastang tao..He look powerful with that simple aura..Hindi nakapagtatakang kaya niyang maisalba ang kompanya o kabuhayan ng kahit sino Nawala lang ang atensyon ko sa lalaki ng makita si Carlos na nasa mesa na nila..Nakipagkamay sa kanya ang mga lalaki.Nakikita ko ring tila naguusap sila pero hindi ko naririnig,tanging pagbuka lang ng bibig nila ang nakikita ko..They both know each other,Hindi man ganoon kalapit pero magkakilala sila dahil nasa iisang linya lang sila.Bussines Palihim na tumango ako kay Carlos ng bumaling siya saakin...Tumayo siya, sinundan ko ng tingin..Mula sa bar counter hanggang sa makabalik ulit siya sa grupo ng mga lalaki 'tulad ng plano'

My best friend, Sienna Monroe, who always swears she'll never marry, goes with me to the fertility clinic and suddenly snatches away the donor profile I choose. That's when I know she has come back to life too. In my previous life, I wanted a mixed-race baby, so I chose the IVF route. Sienna mocked me, saying I'd just be raising someone else's child. But two weeks later, I was taken to the royal palace of Valoria. It turned out the donor I picked was none other than the Prince of Valoria, a man of eight national lineages. He not only insisted on marrying me as his princess but also promised that our child would inherit the throne. The baby and I were cherished by the entire royal family, so much so that the jewels they draped over me nearly bent my back. Meanwhile, Sienna flaunted her extreme feminist stance and offended business partners. In the end, she was fired and blacklisted across the industry. Sienna spent all her savings on a plane ticket to attend my party, where I would introduce my baby to everyone. But when I went to welcome her, she crushed my son to death in her hands and splashed concentrated acid on me. "You don't deserve such good fortune! You worthless witch!" But when I opened my eyes again, I had gone back to the day I asked her to go with me to the fertility clinic.