Pure Consort

Charlotte never imagined that her supposed best day of life would become the worst nightmare when she was about to tell her husband, Sebestian Blackwood about her pregnancy. She caught him with his rumored mistress and best friend in an intimate position. Her wounded heart and hopes shattered into million pieces but she didn’t expect him to throw divorce papers on her face when she thought they could be together again. He accused her of cheating and demanded a divorce. Wasn’t he the one who was cheating behind her back? “Sign these papers and get the hell out of my life for heaven’s sake. I was a fool to fall in love with a woman like you, Charlotte.” He spoke with so much venom. Her heart squeezed seeing pure hatred in his eyes which used to be filled with immense love. “Is it a joke, right?” She asked him and hoped this nightmare would be over. “You made a joke of my reputation, Charlotte. Now save our time and free us from this web of deception you call a marriage.” He broke her hopes again with his harsh words and handed her the divorce papers.

“I, Siege Wong, reject you, Celestina Villarama, to be my mate,” he declared with a cold, death glare. His voice had become rough and growled as she stood there blankly staring at him, completely taken aback by his words. Eyes glazed over as tears slowly rolled down her cheeks. Celestina Villarama yearns for vengeance after being rejected by her mate. Sadness no longer engulfed every part of herself after he threw her away from the pack. She hid every inch of her vulnerability in order to survive the living hell. Siege Wong can sense Celestina’s bloodlust even from afar after rejecting her. He simply didn’t want to marry someone who was wolfless. He believed that she was only pretending to be his mate, so that she’ll inherit the title of being Crimson Moon Pack’s luna. What the two didn’t realize was the existence of the moon goddess, Sarina’s curse upon them; to not sense each other’s wolf, but able to feel the necessity of luscious nights together. How will they find their way back to each other? Will there be a chance for the curse to be invalidated? What challenge awaits these two pure souls who were unfortunate in love?

"Spread your legs and use your hands, my little dove," his voice was rough, a dark whisper that curled into my skin. My body trembled, traitorous, yet I obeyed..because I never resisted him. I couldn’t. Even when his words bound me tighter than any rope, even when shame burned my cheeks, my fingers still moved at his command. I'm Amara Blake. At home, I’m nothing. The unwanted daughter. The mistake forced to live in her sister’s shadow. A living Donor. A spare part to my sister. Scorned by my mother, hated by my father, reminded daily that my only worth is keeping myself “pure” for Nina’s sake. But with him… purity doesn’t exist. Professor Black doesn’t see me as a burden. He sees me as temptation. A secret waiting to be ruined. Every time I walk into his office, I feel the weight of his gaze…hungry, dangerous, claiming. I shouldn’t want him. I shouldn’t crave the way his voice curls against my skin like a promise of sin. But I do. And when his hands finally touch me, I realize one truth…I’m no angel. I was made to burn. MY PROFESSOR SIN

They say there is a fine line between love and hate, but where does one end and the other begin? When does something so pure become something so toxic that even you yourself cannot fathom when things changed? This story starts on the day that my parents were killed. That was the day that I felt like my entire life had ended. If only I knew then that it was only the beginning of the storm I would be made to endure. Struggling to grasp onto the threads of my unraveling life, I found comfort in the arms of someone I didn't truly know. His dangerously handsome looks and his lethal allure consumed me, and, despite my every instinct, I fell. He became my world, the very air I needed to breathe, the only one that I thought I could rely on... but then, in the blink of an eye, everything changed. When the truth of my very existence and reality was revealed, he cast me aside and lit my world ablaze, leaving me to burn in the flames of his hatred. Even then, we were still intertwined together by one fate. My name is Yileyna De'Lacor, and this is my story. For updates, character aesthetics and more follow me on author.muse on IG and author muse on

Vera is a kind, sweet and beautiful 21 year old, with a heart of gold. Her Venta Black irises have the ability to Pierce through any façades she loves her family and will do anything for them but what happens when that is put to the test. without any knowledge of the secrets that lie behind the façade of her perfect family, Vera is forced into a marriage of convenience with the notorious mafia Don Julius Chrysanthos, the head of the ruling Spanish mafia. Julius is the head of the mafia, the mafia Don. he has no time for emotions, trivial things like women he has no time for gimmicks he calls emotions. but at first glance her gaze Pierce through his tall defences leaving him flushed. He is cold and devilishly alluring she is beautiful and shy he is ruthless she is kind he is sinful she is pure he is intruiged and attracted to her innocence and ethereal beauty, she is confused by his way of life one dinner changes and alters both their lives to never be the same again.. want to know how they cope when secrets are revealed, their love is put to the test by the dangerous world the fate of the mafia Don is destined to be bound by, will they survive? will they triumph? follow the journey of the Mafia Don's Wife...

TRIGGER WARNING: Mature content ahead. Katalina This wasn't the plan. Getting married was the least of my priorities but here I am, dressed in white and taking marriage vows. What's even shocking is the man I am marrying; My mother's fiance, a man old enough to be my father. Huracio Katalina is the object of my fantasies. Something about her innocence stirs the darkest of desires inside me. She is like a pure rose and I am the devil. A devil covered with blood to the last tip of my fingers but that doesn't stop me from lusting after her.There's nothing I want but to taint her till she is corrupted by my essence. I know I shouldn't want her. I shouldn't crave her since she is my fiance's daughter. When her mother runs away from our wedding, I see an opportunity. An opportunity to live my fantasies and as the devil I am, I take it. Now, she is MINE! *** When Katalina finally finds out that Huracio is the Don of a Mafia gang, the same gang responsible for the death of her father, what will happen?

WARNING: This story features hardcore taboo, graphic content, age-gap erotica, irresistible steam and mature subject matter suitable for readers 18 years and older. Reader discretion is advised. ****************** “What happens when a girl in black-and-white sacred garment gets tainted with forbidden colors of sin? When the pure angel falls, not into darkness—but into desire? Sister Celeste Williams, an innocent orphan of st. Augustine cathedral. Devoted to her faith, she’s the epitome of purity, discipline, and unwavering devotion. A life of prayer and service is all she has ever known, her heart untouched by temptation or worldly desires—until him. Christian Adam, the irresistibly Sex God mafia Don was everything she swore to resist—powerful, ruthless and dangerously tempting. With his piercing gaze that burns through her resolve and a touch that makes her question her vows, he became her greatest sin… and her deepest craving. He fell first, but she fell harder—straight into a love so sinful it feels like salvation. Now, torn between her faith and a forbidden desire; Celeste must face the ultimate decision: forever devote and remain a saint… or surrender to the devil in tailored-suit who owns her soul.

Giselle He was sin dressed in Armani. The kind of man mothers warn you about and daughters dream about anyway. The moment his eyes hooked mine, I knew I was damned. Sexy, lethal, a wolf in a tailored suit—Nicholas was temptation wrapped in cruelty. Every instinct screamed run, but desire chained my feet to the fire. Our chemistry didn’t just spark—it detonated, burning through reason until I was his. But love with the devil always comes with a price. And when Nicholas shattered me, he didn’t just break my heart—he fed it to his enemies. Turns out I was never his queen. Just another pawn bleeding on his chessboard. Nicholas She was the one thing this cursed world couldn’t give me—an angel. The moment she looked at me, I claimed her. Fragile, pure, the soft to my savage. She was light, and I was hell, and somehow we collided. But angels can lie too. With her betrayal, she cracked my armor wide open. I raged, I burned, and then—she was stolen from me. Now my veins pump vengeance. My enemies will choke on their own screams for daring to touch what’s mine. Let heaven tremble and hell prepare—because I will scorch this world until my angel is back in my arms.

My best friend, Emily Summers, who had always been terrified of dogs, suddenly told me she was planning to buy a pet dog. That’s when I knew that she had been reincarnated too. In my previous life, I bought a pure white toy poodle from a pet shop. From the moment that little dog came into my home, everything in my life turned around. Morgan Hale, our manager who had always been at odds with me, suddenly offered me a promotion and a raise. Even the client I’d been struggling to win over for months personally requested to sign the deal with me. But the most unbelievable change of all? Silas Sullivan, the company’s tall, rich, and handsome CEO got down on one knee and proposed to me after a party, saying he wanted to marry me. I had said yes and even invited Emily to the wedding to witness my happiest moment. However, driven by jealousy, she stabbed me to death on the day of the wedding. "Why should someone like you get to marry a CEO while I’m stuck working three shifts a day like a damn slave?" The next time I opened my eyes, I was back at that moment, standing beside her, at the pet shop, looking at dogs…

I was the company's top sales performer, but I never clocked in or out, and I rarely showed my face at the office. Two-thirds of the employees had never even met me. Yet somehow, I single-handedly dominated the sales numbers, outperforming everyone else and propelling us to the number one spot in the industry. Then came the day they handed out year-end bonuses. Jeffrey Young, the new sales director, fired me on the spot, claiming it was bad luck that I stepped into the building with my left foot first. When I demanded to know what gave him the right, he sneered at me with pure contempt. "Because I'm going to be the future owner of this company! You just got lucky landing a few big clients, and that was all thanks to the company's existing customer base anyway!" He continued, "Let me tell you something... Kieran Campbell, whoever the company gives resources to, becomes the top seller!" I could not help but laugh. All they saw was that I never clocked in, but they never saw me out there day and night, running around to maintain those client relationships. The truth was, in this industry, clients were loyal to me personally, not to the company's brand. I pulled out my phone and called my wife, Melanie Gardner. "When did you get yourself another husband behind my back?"