Manhua Like Martial Peak

Isabel's life has been a constant struggle with the word "ugly." Her Leucoderma skin disease had made her believe that she could never be beautiful. It seemed like every person she met had an opinion about her appearance, and none of them were kind. They made her feel like it was a crime to not be born with flawless skin. Despite her outside flaws, Isabel had a pure soul, but unfortunately, no one ever bothered to understand it. Instead, they treated her like she was worthless, as if her appearance was all that mattered. But hope arrived when Isabel's marriage was arranged with the handsome and charming Mason Williams. For the first time in her life, Isabel started to believe that someone might accept her for who she was, without judging her physical appearance. She dreamed of Mason being the love of her life, someone who would see past her flaws and cherish her inner beauty. However, on the day of their marriage, Isabel's hopes were crushed when Mason Williams called her "The Ugly Bride." It was like a punch in the stomach, and Isabel wondered if Mason would ever be able to love her for who she truly was. Would he hate her forever or be able to see past her physical flaws and fall madly in love with her pure soul? Only time could tell...

I am a vampire, and that is the truth. But the modern meaning of the word vampire, the stories that have been told about creatures such as I, are not precisely true. I do not turn to ash in the sun, nor do I cringe when I see a crucifix. I wear a tiny gold cross now around my neck, but only because I like it. I cannot command a pack of wolves to attack or fly through the air. Nor can I make another of my kind simply by having him drink my blood. Wolves do like me, though, as do most predators, and I can jump so high that one might imagine I can fly. As to blood--ah, blood, the whole subject fascinates me. I do like that as well, warm and dripping, when I am thirsty. And I am often thirsty.

A corset changed everything. Damian Steele didn’t expect that. Nicole was his assistant, the definition of off-limits. But one moment she’s fine, and then the next he’s cutting a wretched corset off her body. He’s ached for her for years, but he can’t ignore it any longer. He wants her. He needs her. And he won’t let anything stand in his way. Nicole Avery just can’t seem to completely untangle herself from her crappy ex-husband. The last thing she needed to do was fall for another toxic man. When her boss’s desire for her becomes unignorable, she leans into his touch. Maybe a harmless little fling will be good for her. She knows what he’s like, so it’s not like she’ll be like the other women and fall for his charm…right?

Everyone in the Titanus region would have heard the older generation tell them this—during sky burials, the vultures wouldn't eat the corpses of people who'd committed heinous crimes. My husband is the sky burial practitioner who buries me. The vultures circle my corpse in the air above the burial site, but they don't prey on me. My husband frowns at the sight. "It looks like this person must have committed crimes when alive. They deserve this." Suddenly, I remembered him pointing at me, his eyes ablaze with flames of rage as he shouted, "Nancy wouldn't have lost her baby if not for you! Someone like you doesn't even deserve to get a sky burial!" It looks like his words are coming true. But later, he falls to his knees before my grave and weeps. He begs me to forgive him.

Elena Anderson An innocent breathtaking beautiful girl. She lost her parents at the age of five. Her parents were brutally killed by the mafia in front of her which left a deep scar on her heart and mind. Elena lost her mental ability. she is 21 years old but her mind is still like a five years old kid. Her life becomes more pathetic when she gets adopted by an abusive family. Ryan Stone Knight A young successful businessman. Like his name, he is also stone-hearted. He is a clever, cunning, dominating, arrogant workaholic yet very handsome man. Once he was a charming person but after losing his dad in a deadly accident he becomes like this. He can do anything to get what he wants and now he wants Elena who melts the stone around his heart.

"We will never get along, Lexi,” Finn Mars said to Lexi Pierce. “I’m a dog person, and you're a cat person.” She nodded. “I know… You love to party, and I don't.” "I'm not really much into reading. I like hiking and swimming,” Finn said, lowering his head and brushing his lips to hers. “But if I'm a dog, I want to imprint on you and follow you around.” Lexi sighed, reached for his mouth, and nibbled playfully on his bottom lip. "I hate to admit it, but if I'm a cat, I want you to become my favorite person.” Like their choice of pets, they argued a lot, fighting like cats and dogs, but then he fell in love with her bossy secretary. Despite being different, if they learn to tolerate each other, they can be friends, but he was hopeful they would be more than that.

The Story of Sarah Saunders, a young wolf who had to run away from an Alpha, only to fall into the hands of another, not noticing she was fated to that destiny. " I wasn't going to stay in that place. Living like I was dead. Without feeling it, without really showing myself. Living as a submissive for an Alpha who was already dead to me. That wasn't like me. I was dominant, as dominant as they were! One of the first things I learned was that wolves have an intuitive knowledge of order amidst chaos and they have the ability to change, intact, I ran away. That was my way of changing everything! And one day in a dark night, I left it all behind. I'd rather live out there as a loner, than live in a herd of wolves like that. And that on, I broke free. At least that's what I thought... Until I heard that howl, riping through my being, tempting me "

Okay, this story’s called My Model, and it starts pretty chill. Soo Ah’s just this regular art student, kind of awkward but sweet, and he needs someone to model for his class project. So, out of nowhere, he asks Devin—the quiet, serious guy with black hair, always dressed sharp, who gives off a mafia-ish vibe but still somehow shows up to school every day like it's normal. Soo Ah didn’t expect him to say yes. But Devin just looks at him and goes, “Be your model? Sigh... What a kid. I like you, though.” And boom. Now they’re meeting every other day, Soo Ah sketching with his ears red, and Devin pretending he’s not secretly enjoying the attention. It’s awkward, cute, and honestly? A little flirty. They don’t even realize how close they’re getting until one day, Devin asks, “You seriously want me to keep doing this?” And Soo Ah—nervous, but brave—just says, “Yeah. I like you.” So yeah, it’s a slow-burn, school-life BL. Funny, soft, and a little messy. But it’s about two boys figuring things out through art, teasing, and a whole lot of quiet moments that start to feel like something more.

Chloe Decker has spent her whole life trying to stay out of trouble especially the kind that rides a motorcycle, wears a leather jacket, and smirks like the world belongs to him. Unfortunately, that trouble has a name: Alfie. They go to the same school, live in the same town, and hate each other with a passion that could burn down the world. He’s the arrogant son of the Black Fangs MC President, while she’s the quiet girl who wants nothing to do with the club or its reckless members. But when a cruel prank, a dangerous secret, and one unexpected night throw them together, Chloe’s world begins to unravel. Alfie isn’t just the ruthless biker everyone fears he’s also the boy who can’t stop looking at her like she’s the only thing keeping him alive. Every fight between them feels like a spark. Every touch feels like a threat. And soon, their hate turns into something much darker and much harder to control. In a world filled with roaring engines, loyalty, and betrayal, love was never supposed to happen especially not between enemies. But fate has other plans, and Chloe will soon discover that sometimes, the most dangerous hearts are the ones that were meant for you all along.

WARNING: MATURE CONTENT‼️ This story contains themes of BDSM, including elements of dominance and submission, bondage, name-calling kinks (such as terms like "whore"), consensual rough play, and some scenes that involve violence. If these topics could be triggering or uncomfortable for you, I strongly recommend proceeding with caution or choosing a different story. But if you're into all this delicious chaos—welcome, and get ready for the ride of your life. Things are about to get wild. Enjoy! 😉 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Why was I thinking about his lips? Was I really that starved for attention? I couldn't tear my eyes away. Maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe it was just the sheer need for something to distract me. But it wasn't just his lips. His jaw was sharp, the muscles of his neck visible beneath the fabric of his shirt. He looked like someone who could make me forget everything. His voice broke through my thoughts. "Something wrong?" I blinked, shaking my head, forcing my eyes to pull away from him. "No. Nothing." I felt his gaze still on me, making me feel like he could see right through all the bullshit I was trying to wear. I wasn't sure if it was the alcohol, the heartbreak, or the way he looked at me, but suddenly it didn't feel like a mistake. It felt like something I needed. Without thinking, I stood, my body moving before my mind could catch up. My heart raced as I stepped closer to him, his brow furrowing slightly in confusion. He was surprised, but I didn't care. I grabbed his shirt, pulled him down to me, and pressed my lips to his.