Pure

“I’ve tried…” he whispered against my ear, hands roaming my body. My breath hitched as his fingers slipped in between my thighs, circling the edge of my panties. “We can’t,” I gasped , my legs parting wider. “You’re supposed to be my step brother.” “And yet you’re soaked, Belle!” Fuck. *** After losing her mother in a tragic accident, Isabelle wakes from a coma months later with selective mutism. With this comes bullying and mockery at her new college as she’s nicknamed, ‘Ms Mute.’ She endured it all, but things take a different turn when her father introduces his fiancèe . Isabelle comes face to face with Lucas Graham—her cruelest bully, the college’s golden boy, and now future stepbrother. Despite every effort, Isabelle is unable to stop the wedding and is forced to live with Lucas who stops at nothing to frustrate her. When a viral video makes the headlines in school, and their new family connection becomes a public scandal, what starts as pure hatred, slowly leads to stolen kisses, uncontrollable tension, yearning and—sinful nights. The relationship is forbidden, their family reputation is at stake….Lucas, and Isabelle must decide if their love is worth fighting for.

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.

Ordinary college student Clar opens her eyes, only to find herself transmigrated into a beast world novel as the villainess who weighs over two hundred pounds, is hated by everyone, and is doomed to die! The original host committed all kinds of evil, and everyone loathed her to the core. It was a hellish opening from the start. All she wanted was to lay low, survive, and rewrite her tragic fate of being erased. But she never expected — the heroine’s seven top-tier beast husbands have all turned dark, obsessive, and utterly obsessed with her! Just as she panics, the Beast God appears directly: “Go. Capture all the male leads.” The bewitching nine-tailed fox clings to her: “Clar, you can’t escape.” The loyal lynx nuzzles her: “Clar, don’t ignore me.” The calm tiger declares: “Clar, you’re the only one I want.” Kael, the Wolf King of the Beast King City… Draven, the gloomy serpent beast… Zephyr, the golden eagle beastman… Caspian, the deep-sea merman… All are captivated by her, possessive and relentless. While others fight to survive, she is forced to be courted by seven dark, obsessed beast husbands… and the Beast God himself! This love triangle chaos is just pure, addictive bliss!

They say MARRIAGE is made out of love, faithfulness, and responsibilities. That is the three words that they say, it will be the foundation to have a good marriage. But mine's not the case. Faithfulness is not needed when it comes to the both of us. We don't have responsibilities for each other. And our marriage was not made in love, It's made of pure agreement and just business. Nothing more, nothing less. Darya Valenciana is married to a man who's one of the richest man in the world named Cevier Clarckson Montebella. The man who she finds arrogant and intimidating at the same time. Arrange marriage and marriage in convenience is a thing from the both families of Valenciana and Montebella since spanish era. Being rich and being a good daughter, Darya obeyed her parents to marry Cevier. Five years of being married to him, not even one bit change. They're always fighting with each other everyday or even when they see each other, Cevier being rude to her, insulted her every second. Insulted her as a wife. Darya couldn't handle it anymore. That one decision that would change her entire life is to cut her string on him and divorce him. She only wanted peace and nothing more. And by divorcing him, the peace would be by her side in no time. Divorce and peace. That's what she want and she'll never stop until she gets it.

On her fifth wedding anniversary, Mireille Rousseau dies in a staged car accident orchestrated by her billionaire husband Damon Kessler and his mistress Vivienne Marchetti. She opens her eyes the morning before her wedding — twenty-two years old, every memory intact, and one single objective: burn it all down before it begins. She rejects Damon publicly at the altar. She signs a contract marriage with Nikolai Voss — the cold, ruthless CEO her ex-husband destroyed in her previous life. She gives Nikolai the one thing money cannot buy: she already knows every move Damon is going to make. What begins as a pure transaction slowly becomes something neither of them planned for. Nikolai watches Mireille dismantle a man who once buried her and he cannot look away. Mireille watches Nikolai step into every battle beside her without being asked and she cannot explain what that does to her. Meanwhile Damon Kessler is unraveling. She is not grieving. She is not chasing him. She is not the woman he built his entire plan around. And the more he reaches for her the more he loses — his company, his reputation, his carefully constructed empire — and he begins to understand too late that he never actually knew what he had.

Tiningnan ni Isabella ang kapirasong papel na hawak niya. Nanlaki nang mabasa ang nakasulat doon. "Kayo po ang CEO ng kompanyang ito?" hindi makapaniwalang wika ni Isabella. Ngumiti ng malawak si Maximus. "Yes I am. At mayroon akong offer sa iyo na trabaho. Magiging madali lang ito para sa iyo. Isang taon ang kailangan mong guguluhin dito. At ang trabahong ito ay nagkakahalaga ng twenty million pesos." Halos malaglag ang panga ni Isabella sa kanyang narinig. "P-Po? A-Ano po bang k-klaseng trabaho po iyan?" "I need a contract wife, miss. No feelings involved. Just pure business." *** Hindi niya inakalang lolokohin siya ng kanyang asawa. Sobra siyang nasaktan at nadurog ng pino ang kanyang puso. Hindi niya hahayaang maging masaya ang asawa niya pati na ang kabit nito. Kaya naman umisip siya ng paraan upang makapaghiganti. Isang dalaga ang makakatulong sa kanya upang makapaghiganti na hindi niya aakalaing bibihag din sa sugatan niyang puso. At iyon ay walang iba kundi ang kanyang inaanak.

My wife, Vivian Lane, is the wealthiest woman. Her assistant had made it clear he had three "do-not-disturb" rules: no messages after work, no calls on weekends, and absolutely no contact when he was in a bad mood. Because of this, the company lost a major deal—one worth over a hundred million. Yet the assistant looked completely unbothered. "Sorry, I had no idea one phone call could make such a difference. If something goes wrong and I have to be the one to take the blame, fine—I'm just another cog in the machine." My wife snapped, "Who said anything about blaming you? You did exactly what you were told." She shot me a look of pure irritation. "You take the profits from the project, and when things fall apart, you dump it on the regular employees? Is that how you run a business? If your company folds over something this small, it just proves you're not fit to be in charge." It suddenly clicked, and I let out a quiet laugh. So she thought this project belonged to my company? I didn't bother correcting her. To be honest, I couldn't really hold it against her—after all, it wasn't my company going under.

“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?

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

"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