Parameter Remote Control

[Book 4] 18+ MATURE Damon is a sadistic psychopath who has managed to control his dangerous urges through bdsm under Marcus Carlisle's close watch. Mason is a transgender masochist who finds Damon unbelievably sexy and wants to submit to him in every way. Can Mason trust Damon to be his Dominant?

I Long Chen have been reborn to rule over everything, if buddha blocks kill buddha, if god blocks kill god, sentient beings bow down before me, life and death are under my control, to ascend the sky or go through the gates from hell, only I am SUPREME.

What happens when your only confidant not only pushes you to be a stripper but also sells you to your nemesis… the ruthless Mafia boss? Ava’s life was already a nightmare—paying off her aunt’s gambling debts and stripping to make ends meet. But everything spiraled out of control the night she rejected Coran Kane, the most feared Mafia boss in the city. Coran doesn’t take rejection lightly, and when Ava returns home, she finds him waiting... with her sister’s betrayal waiting to crush her: she’s been sold to him. Now trapped in Coran’s world, Ava fights to endure his control while desperately plotting her escape. But when she finally breaks free, she’s caught and forced to make an unthinkable choice: sacrifice an innocent life or submit herself to Coran completely. How far will she go to reclaim her freedom?

A man once admired for his beauty and wealth, Adrian Lancaster, loses everything when he contracts a mysterious virus that alters his appearance. His ex-lover abandons him, his family shuns him, and the world treats him like a curse. Heartbroken and weary, Adrian vanishes from society, choosing isolation over the cruel judgment of those who once adored him. He wanders until he stumbles upon a small, remote village, where he hopes to disappear forever. However, the villagers, just like the rest of the world, treat him as an outcast—except for Elara Whitmore, a quiet yet strong-willed woman who lives alone on the village outskirts, caring for injured and abandoned animals. Elara sees something in Adrian that reminds her of her own painful past. She reaches out to help him, but he rejects her kindness again and again, too wounded by betrayal to believe in compassion. Yet Elara refuses to give up. Slowly, her warmth and persistence break through his defenses, and Adrian begins to trust her. As time passes, their connection deepens, and Adrian's condition begins to improve—not through medicine, but through Elara’s love and care. She becomes his light in the darkness, and he, in turn, finds himself drawn to her in ways he never expected. But the world is not done testing them. A cruel villager, bitter and envious, seeks to drive Adrian away, and just when he finds happiness, his ex-lover returns, desperate to reclaim him now that he is healing. Adrian must decide—does he return to the life he lost, or embrace the love that saved him?

When Jennifer Kingsley agrees to be her best friend Adrian Lawrence's real girlfriend, she's been waiting two weeks to be quick. But when Adrian enters control, Jennifer sees all her control and disappearing. Pierre is nothing like his sweet brother at first. He is demanding and strict. He gets what he wants, and when he decides he wants Jenny, things aren't as easy as comparables. Will Jennifer give in to his seduction techniques or will she walk away unscathed in two weeks? What would you do if the person you confessed your love to doesn't reciprocate? You go into depression or denial. When Pierre categorically tells Jennifer that he doesn't believe in love, she is broken. But when you have an awesome best friend, an even more possessive Pierre than before, and determination, Jennifer knows she can have whatever she wants from Pierre. But she can only achieve this in one way. Seducing him.

Starting with a boy named Daffa Setyawan who is constantly bullied, he unexpectedly gains a system power to eliminate the bullies at his school. However, instead of just targeting the bullies, he inadvertently attracts the attention of all the gangs in the city, making himself the hunted. Will he succeed in conquering both the school and the city, and be able to control the situation?

"Don't come closer to me Gabby," Steve shouted as he pushed her away. His other nature had taken over him and he could not control his desire to have fresh blood. Gabby was a few meters from him but he could smell the sweet scent of her blood and he was sure he could not control himself from hurting her. "Big brother, I can give you some blood to quench your thirst," She said as she tried moving towards Steve. Before she could blink, wings grew on his shoulders and he flew high up to the sky. Gabby knew that he was very angry and he had gone for a rampage so that he could calm down and she blamed herself for making him angry. Steve is a human -fox who is madly in love with his step sister Gabby. He later discovers that she is a half wolf too. Will Gabby fall in love with him? Will she accept a half human half fox for a boyfriend?

The Beast King, Tharion Kael, has spent half his life on the battlefield, yet he has no heir. So, he summons every woman rumored to be blessed with fertility into the palace. Favored by fortune and against all odds, I, as a descendant of the Carp Clan, conceive. To keep me safe during my pregnancy, Tharion hides me away in a remote, deserted palace, guarded in secret by his Nightguards. But just as I am about to give birth, I unexpectedly crossed paths with the Vixen Consort, Lyra Swifttail, who wanders into the Forsaken Wing by mistake. She swishes her tail playfully, eyes sparkling with amusement as she looks at my round belly. Her smile is utterly captivating. "I didn't expect to find a little carp having an affair here…" With a spell, she drags me away, forcing me into my true form. Then, one by one, she scrapes the scales from my body until I am raw and bleeding. She has her catfolk attendant pour scalding oil over my wounds and orders guards to violate me until I am left broken like a rag. When I finally lose consciousness, she slashes me open with a claw and rips the stillborn child from my womb. She presents it with both hands to Tharion, who has just come to visit. She says, "Your Majesty, what perfect timing. I caught a carp sneaking around the Forsaken Wing. This is her illegitimate child!"

I accompany my husband, Michael Yates, to a stationed assignment on a remote island. Out at sea, a sudden storm hits. The ship capsizes and begins to sink. As the commanding officer, my husband gives the last life vest to his so-called godsister, Naomi Hollister. I don't cry or scream. I just watch silently as he carefully fastens the straps around her body. In my past life, I had clutched my pregnant belly and begged him for help. After a brief hesitation, he finally put the vest on me. But Naomi was swept away by the waves, and her body later washed up on shore. Only half of it remained. Michael insisted it wasn't my fault. He also said that saving me was his duty, both morally and professionally. He even took leave to stay by my side before I gave birth. But when my water broke in the dead of night, he pushed me into the sea. His eyes were bloodshot and burning with hatred. "Leah, if it weren't for you, Mimi would still be alive! Did you really have to force me to give you the vest when you were just pregnant? Couldn't you have waited a little longer? Why do you get to live? Go down there and die with her!" I drown, and fish tear my body apart. I die without even a full corpse left behind. And then, I open my eyes. I'm back on the day of the storm.

Two years ago, as a graduate of Werewolf Medical School, I volunteered to go to the most remote and poorest pack, as it had always been my dream to help werewolf patients in need. I heard from my teacher that the werewolves in the Rogue Pack were the poorest and that their living conditions were the worst. Most of the werewolves there were old and weak, so I volunteered to go to that pack as soon as I graduated. After I arrived, I helped them build an infirmary and even set up a blood station. Every year, I led them in voluntary blood donations. But one time—right after I had taken a short break following a blood donation—they turned on me. They slandered me, calling me a selfish and heartless healer. Worse still, they accused me of faking illness, claiming I was lying comfortably in bed while patients were dying—refusing to lift a finger to save them. Not only that, they stormed into the infirmary, seized all my herbs and equipment, and completely trashed the place I had built for them with my own hands. Recalling the days I had spent day and night healing them—only to see my infirmary destroyed and my dream shattered—I let out a bitter smile. I picked up the phone and called the dean of my home pack. "I'm ready to return," I said. "I want to serve the patients in our own pack." Then, without a trace of regret, I left that place behind. However, after I gave up, the whole pack regretted it and begged me to return.