Overlord Floor Guardians

"Stop... Don't! I'm already at my limit!" I'm on my knees on the floor, tears streaming down my face, while a shirtless man stands in front of me with a leather whip in his hand. His voice stays gentle, but his movements never slow. "Babe, we're only halfway there." After I come back from the dead, I spend 80 million dollars hiring the most expensive male model in all of Navarro to spend the night with me. With that kind of money on the table, the service absolutely lives up to its price. He pulls out every trick I've never tried in my life. The next morning, I'm sitting astride him, using him as my morning workout, when suddenly there's one more person in the room. My husband, the Don of a mafia family, Leone Vieri.

In the sixth year of my marriage with Zach Elroy, his workplace finally allocated us a small, two-room flat. I was overjoyed. I told our daughter she would finally have a bed of her own. But Zach said coldly, "This room is for Jennifer and her daughter. You and Kathy can keep sleeping on the floor." In my past life, we fought bitterly over it. He eventually gave in. But while I was away on a work trip, he went back on his word. He brought Jennifer Cross into our home and made our daughter, Kathy, sleep on the floor. That night, when Kathy came down with a high fever and cried out that she felt sick, he was reading Jennifer and her daughter a bedtime story. Our daughter passed away that night. Now, in this life, I calmly laid out the bedding on the floor and said, "Whatever."

Building an empire comes first. Or it did until I met her. My family’s billion-dollar hotel chain has been my life for as long as I can remember. Travel. Women. Wealth. That’s all I know, until fate grabs me by the throat and decides to not let up. She’s a beach body, a beautiful, curvy California girl who hasn't found the right person to give into yet. I would have felt the same, but something about her has me pacing the floor at night. And my father sent me out to her hotel specifically. The sly dog knowing that she’s exactly the woman I need in my future. But it’s not that easy. It never is. Not until our love produces a little one. Then everything changes. Especially me. Now I want more than just one night. I want forever.

Adapting to her current life and wanting to change for good. Angela Wilson, found herself stuck in between what's right and what's wrong and until the day she met the mysterious man who had ruthlessly entered her world as if it belongs to him and she found no way out of his grasp. ___ "You are not going anywhere Angela" My body stops moving as his deep and husky voice sounds so clear in my ears. My mind was in thought, how did he enter my apartment? how did he know where I live? but no words left my mouth. My breath hitched when his shoes tapping on the floor, alerting me that he was walking in my direction. Fists clenching when his presence felt so close to me. "You can't avoid me, My Angel"

Six years ago, her younger sister went to the extreme of taking her life and stealing her twins just to take her place. Now, six years later, she's back, stronger than ever, with her adorable kids by her side. Those who once tormented her now tremble and kneel before her. After reuniting with her four precious children, they all agreed-no need for a daddy. They would rather team up with their genius doctor mom to build a global empire. Late one night, Yael Blackwell, the most powerful Alpha on the North Merstone Werewolf Continent, knelt by his wife's bed, pleading, "Honey, the floor's cold. Can I join you in bed?" Naomi Northcutt, feeling sorry for him, said, "Fine." The next second, he had her pinned beneath him.

In our era where science and technology dominates, magic and the likes are always dismissed as myths and legends; elements of folklore. However, a boy Tom crops up from the rural areas of Detroit. Tom, was a lover of books, a science freak, and also an ardent admirer of magic. During his high school days, Tom found a book from one of the world's most secret occult groups; The Order of the Chalice. This book led him to an unprecedented adventure into the depths of the most hidden places in the world. Meanwhile, Tom's unrequited lover Heidi was worried about Tom and insistent in pursuing him. Tom left home after hijacking his father's pension funds in search of the Stone of Heka which the occult book told him of. Heidi, on the other hand, cut a frustrated figure as Tom eluded her. Sometime in the future, decades after he left his family, Tom resurfaced. But now, as the 'vulle guże chä'; the magic Overlord of the Order of the Chalice. Many catastrophic events heralded his ascension and emergence. This caused the States, politicians, and the Order of the Chalice surviving members to become alert. The state thought that a major terrorist group has attacked while politicians were confused and concocted many conspiracy theories in pursuit of the culprit. However, the Order of the Chalice was frenziedly preparing for the homecoming and true ascension of the legendary 'vulle guże chä ' who will lead them to the limelight, and bring back the golden era of magic. Heidi, who was done with her college education, has been in pursuit of Tom and is the only one who knows his whereabouts. Tom, however, seeks supremacy. He wants to rule the world. An inevitable war will ensue but only Heidi can save the day.

I accidentally wear the gown Miles Graham prepared for his childhood sweetheart. To my horror, he forces me to take it off in public. "I prepared this for Nora—do you think you're worthy of wearing it? Take it off! You're dirtying it!" He knows I have serious PTSD after almost being violated, yet he insults me with those words. I look at him tearfully and beg him not to say anymore. That's when the gown's zip bursts open. My PTSD acts up. I'm so overwhelmed that I collapse on the floor and have a seizure. Miles dismisses everyone and takes Nora out on a date. He leaves me lying there in humiliation. I call my mentor before being discharged from the hospital. "Ms. Gardner, I've decided to participate in the water conservation project in Affenheim."

My younger son, who is seven, is bitten by a snake. I take him to my elder son's hospital to be treated. To my surprise, my elder son's girlfriend thinks I'm his mistress. Not only does she stop the medical personnel from treating my younger son, but she even slaps me. "My boyfriend and I are a perfect match. How dare you bring your illegitimate son here to challenge me!" She pins me to the floor as she pummels and harms me. She even screeches, "A slut like you will only stop going around seducing others once you're incapable of it!" I'm bruised, battered, and bleeding as I'm wheeled into the emergency room. My elder son handles the operation. His hand trembles as he clutches his scalpel, and he looks ashen. "Who did this to you, Mom?"

Brandon Wolfram is the poster boy for heartbreaks and disaster. The boy everyone fears and lusts after. The kind of boy who will leave you broken and sprawled out on the bathroom floor, wishing you never met him and the boy, after whom your life will never be the same. An enigma. An addiction. An obsession. Faith Millar knew exactly what she was getting into when she fell in love with Brandon…and yet, it was too late to give up. Because if there was one thing he was good at, it was driving a woman wild with desire and leaving them wanting more. And Faith wanted a lot more than just his body. She wanted his heart. But will Faith, a shy, introverted virgin of all people, be able to tame the quintessential bad boy? Or will she become just another notch on his bedpost? Or this time…will Brandon become the one obsessed with the innocent little mouse?

Her fiancé murdered her family and sold her virgin cunt to the highest bidder in the North. Ten million gold, and she’s on her knees, dripping, collared, and gifted to the Devil Alpha himself. Vuk Kael Lasković is seven feet of cruel muscle and demonic cock. He rips her open on the throne-room floor, knot swelling, fangs in her throat, and growls through the ruin: “Fuck!! Look at you taking me raw—what have you done to me, little moon?” He paid to hunt her. He’ll spend the rest of eternity breeding her sloppy, marking every inch of skin, turning the last Lunar princess into his personal, whimpering, cum-soaked queen. She was sold to be used and discarded. She’ll be the filthy little slut who owns the Devil’s soul, one ruined orgasm at a time.