Otome Game Vampire

I’m the heroine in an erotic story. My specialty? Turning anything hot or cold into something steamy. On the first day I landed in a horror game, the boss told everyone to choose how they wanted to die. I smiled and said, “I’ll take shortness of breath, trembling legs, glazed eyes, and… pleasure so intense I die from it.” Boss: “???”

Like many women who refuse to give up until they hit a dead end, Winter Scott once tried to make a man like Chris Xander fall in love with her. But after three years of marriage, they were nothing more than strangers. When she was brutally attacked and her life was hanging by a thread, Chris wasn’t with her. He was by the side of his former love. Winter forced herself to let go. Yet the powerful man she thought she had left behind refused to disappear from her life. Step by step, he closed in on her, cutting off any chance of a new romance in her life and blocking every path of retreat. “You’re the one who insisted on marrying me back then,” he said coldly. “As long as I don’t agree to a divorce, you’ll never be free of me.” Winter looked at him coldly. “Sorry, Mr. Xander. Game over. This marriage ends when I say it ends.”

On the third day of attempting to conquer Blake Stone's heart, he confesses his feelings to me. But the thing is, the affection meter displayed above his head shows the number "0". After we start dating, Blake pampers me to no end. He even proposes to me in a grand fashion on our sixth year anniversary. With tears in my eyes, I'm about to nod when I see a range of comments floating across my vision. [Blake must be exhausted from all the acting, huh? He has to reel in his disgust and keep up the act with Joanna for six years in order to protect Keira from her.] [That idiotic replacement actually got so immersed in this act! I'm laughing my ass off right now!] It's as though my blood had transformed into ice. No wonder the number never changed throughout the years. At the same time, the system's icy voice rings out in my mind. "The final phase is now activated. The countdown to the time left to conquer your target's heart has started. You have ten days left. If you fail, you'll be wiped out from this world." I just smile as I draw back my hand that was about to wear his ring. Then, I wipe my tears away. "I'm sorry, but I'm sick and tired of this stupid strategy game."

20 years ago, at only 18 years old, Korrine Prescott was set up to be disgraced and exiled from her Kingdom forcing her to become rogue. But, after a devastating tragedy that left her family's pack Alpha-less, The Moon Goddess has bestowed her highest blessing on the Werewolf Kingdoms - a new Female Alpha. Now, all grown up, evolved and fierce, Korrine has to return home to a Kingdom that she isn't welcome in, to run her family's pack as the new Female Alpha. Though she hasn't answered to anyone in decades, Korrine's return to her Kingdom may be her greatest challenge yet. However, it's a challenge she's willing to take on to compete in The Mating Game. Why? Because the winner gets the heart of the Alpha Prince, and she's willing to do just about anything to get a second chance with the Prince she lost twenty years ago when she was exiled.

I am the young lady of the vampire house of Kaelaris. Having reached marriageable age, I chose, from a stack of portraits, the eldest son of the human family Norefax. My family indulged my preference and arranged our engagement, awaiting the day of my wedding. I do not drink red wine, but for the sake of human ceremony, I secretly went out—without telling my family—to select a rare century-aged vintage, intending to prepare it for the engagement ritual. The woman beside me glanced at the cabinet I had pointed to and immediately instructed the sales associate, “That bottle looks quite fine. Let me have a look.” Without hesitation, the associate rudely brushed me aside and handed the bottle straight to her. A chill entered my gaze as I spoke, “There is an order to everything. I selected that bottle first. What you’re doing is hardly proper.” She looked me up and down with open disdain and let out a mocking laugh. “This bottle costs sixteen thousand six hundred dollars. Dressed like that, I doubt you even qualify to smell it.” “I am Ethan Norefax’s stepmother. In New York’s Upper East Side, so-called ‘rules’ have always been decided by the Norefax family.” What a coincidence—Ethan was precisely my fiancé, and the very reason I wanted to buy that bottle. I dialed his number at once and said evenly, “Your stepmother has taken the bottle of wine I reserved for our engagement. How do you intend to handle this?”

My coworkers and I are forcibly dragged into a bizarre game with the initial title displayed as "War of the Plants". Everyone crowds around to choose camps or safe houses with abundant water resources. I am the only one who picks a plastic apartment in the desert with no water or electricity. My female supervisor mocks me in front of everyone, saying I must be out of my mind. No one is willing to team up with me, and they even bet I won't last three days. When choosing abilities, everyone rushes for practical powers like spatial storage or metal control. I, however, choose reverse photosynthesis that allows me to gain energy from air humidity. Everyone immediately mutes me in the game. Clearly, no one wants to hear my desperate cries for help later. But when the system revokes team permissions and administrator functions, everyone is stunned. The game's name is reset to "Magnet Apocalypse".

“I was kidnapped on my wedding day!” After she thought that she could escape her life back in Italy as the daughter of a powerful mafia Boss, she was happy to finally marry her high school sweetheart. However, before she could walk down the aisle, she was kidnapped and brought back to Italy, where she was forced to marry a dangerous Mexican mafia boss in an arranged marriage orchestrated by her father for his own selfish reasons. With no choice but to marry Salvador, a ruthless and sadistic Mexican mafia boss who was twice her age, Marcella finds herself in a desperate situation. On the night of their wedding, Salvador tries to get intimate, but Marcella refuses. In a fit of rage, he assaults her, forcing himself upon her. In an act of self-defense, Marcella ends up killing him. As the news of Marcella's killing of the mafia boss spread, she was forced to run for her life, with his gangs in hot pursuit. With nowhere to hide and a kill warrant issued for her in the entire mafia world, she ran into the arms of Antonio, a Russian mafia boss known as a Bratva. He offered to help and protect her, but only under the condition that she sign a contract to be his mistress. With the knowledge that her life was in danger after killing a powerful man, Marcella knew her options were limited. What does Antonio truly want from her? Will he bite? "You are mine now, Marcella. Daddy's Good Girl"

Clarence, the Vampire Prince, fell for me the moment he laid eyes on me. And I fell for him just as hard, just as hopelessly. I accepted his Embrace. The whole dark world knew he loved me more than life itself. He branded the rune of our blood bond directly over his heart. That lasted five centuries. Then I got the video from his new blood doll—a human stripper named Seraphina. She was sprawled naked in his lap, fresh bite marks dotting her throat. Using her own blood, she’d painted a crude sigil right beside the sacred rune meant only for me. And my mate had let her. “Clarence says my young blood is the only thing that makes him feel alive anymore,” she purred. “He says you’re a dead fish in bed, darling Molly. Time for the new generation to take over.” I didn't bother to reply. My fingers were steady as I contacted an ancient witch. “I need a glamour,” I said, my voice even and low. “A perfect human shell. One that will hide everything—my scent, my trail. All of it.”

Craig and Collins are twin brothers, Collins got missing when he was six years, Their parents died while searching for Collins, Craig was left all alone In the world fending for himself when he was fifteen years, Craig dreams was to become a popular boxer, but his twin brother, Collins attitude and his misdeed keeps hunting and drawing him back from his dream, but he later....

“But, this is our wedding night…?” My voice trembles. “You are Nico’s spying whore,” Deimos says through gritted teeth. “Get. Out.” “I have nowhere else to go,” I whimper. A wedding should be a joyous occasion, but not for Liz Wilks. Her wedding to the infamous Deimos Phalen is shaping up to be anything but joyous. Liz arrives at the altar to find it empty. Her groom couldn’t be bothered to show up. Liz powers through the groomless wedding, knowing what waits for her on the other side. A dangerous job of being a spy on the fear Alpha. It is the only way to save her family. But on her wedding night, she is shocked when Deimos sees right through her facade. He knows she is a spy for his father and eventually gives her an ultimatum. Become a double spy for him against his father or lose everything she holds dear.