Raw Manhwa

Julian Ashford, the golden boy of the city's elite, had his left leg broken by his father with a golf club -- all because of me, a scholarship student. He was stripped of his billion-dollar inheritance and cast out of the family. For three years, he dragged that ruined leg around an auto repair shop, doing backbreaking labor just to scrape together enough for my college tuition. Everyone said I was the luckiest girl alive -- that I'd brought the untouchable heir of a financial empire to his knees, made him willing to live on scraps in the worst part of town. Today was our three-year anniversary. I was carrying the freshly signed Holloway Group inheritance confirmation documents, ready to finally tell him my real identity and pull him out of this misery. I walked down the corridor of The Grand Pavilion, holding a box of vanilla shortbread -- his favorite. Through the half-open door of a private suite, Julian Ashford stood tall on two perfectly healthy legs, dressed in an immaculate tailored suit, sliding a rare pink diamond ring onto the finger of Victoria Sterling -- the city's most celebrated socialite. "Victoria, I used that scholarship girl as a shield to survive three years of my old man's relentless arranged marriage schemes. My body's completely untouched. You've always been the one I was going to marry." I looked down at my own hands, cracked and raw from the cold, and tore the inheritance documents to shreds.

Lumaki si Syrie sa isang mundong kakaiba sa kung ano siya. Nabuhay siya na nakapalibot sa kaniya ay mga bampira. May matitilos na pangil, mahahabang kuko at mapupulang mga mata. Kakaiba sa dapat nakikita niya. Kakaiba sa dapat mundong kinabibilangan niya. Labis iyong pinagtaka ni Syrie na pinagtapat naman sa kaniya ng mga kinikilala niyang magulang. Napulot daw siya ng mga ito sa gitna ng gubat. Inabandona raw siya. Iminulat ng mga magulang ni Syrie ang isip niya na ang mga taong lobo ay kalaban.    Napatunayan iyon ni Syrie nang masaksihan niya kung paano pinatay ng mga taong lobo ang kinikilala niyang mga magulang. Ang mga taong lobong kagaya niya ang kumitil sa mga magulang niya. At buo ang puso niyang ipaghiganti ang mga ito. Hahanapin niya ang mga pumatay sa kanila. Hahanapin niya ang mga taong lobong may ukit na buwan sa kanilang mga braso.    Pero paano kung matagpuan niya ang lalaking pumatay sa mga magulang niya pero huli na dahil mahal na niya ito? Makakaya kaya ni Syrie na patayin ang lalaking minamahal o paiiralin ang pagmamahal na bumuhay sa buo niyang pagkatao?

“Fine, I accept your pathetic rejection, but mark my words, I, Abigail, vow to make you regret this decision!” I screamed, my voice shaking with the raw pain tearing through me. I locked eyes with him—the man I had loved with every fiber of my being. But he stared back, his expression cold and unmoved, as though the years we’d spent together meant nothing. How could he be so blind? I was his wife, bound to him by sacred vows, while Amanda was merely his mistress. Yet he chose her over me, casting aside our bond as though it were nothing but dust. --- Abigail had endured years of neglect, overlooked, and discarded like a shadow in her own home. She was Luna, yet she’d never known the respect or love that came with the title. Her one failure? She hadn’t given Alpha Chris a child, an heir to strengthen their pack. But when Amanda, his first love, returned, Chris became ruthless, flaunting his betrayal before her eyes. But destiny has a way of bringing light to the darkest of hearts. He’s everything Chris isn’t: strong, compassionate, and willing to break all rules for her. His heartbeat calls to hers, but can her shattered heart ever learn to love again? Will Abigail risk opening herself to the possibility of new love and redemption, or will her thirst for revenge consume her completely?

“Hold the fucking counter,” he growls. I grip the edge. He slams into me raw (one brutal thrust that punches the air from my lungs). “Fuck—Jake—” I choke. He sets a punishing rhythm, hips snapping so hard the cabinets rattle, cock splitting me open. “Quiet,” he snarls, spanking my ass hard enough to echo. “Your brother’s ten feet away.” Another vicious spank. Then another. My skin burns red. “Yes—Daddy—harder—” I sob, biting my lip bloody. He spanks me again and again, handprints blooming, fucking me so deep my toes curl. “You love this, don’t you?” he rasps. “Love getting wrecked while Tyler sleeps.” “Yes—fuck yes—don’t stop—” ** Naked Scripts is a compilation of thrilling, heart throbbing erotica short stories that would keep you at the edge in anticipation for more. It's loaded with forbidden romance, domineering men, naughty and sex female leads that leaves you aching for release. From forbidden trysts to irresistible strangers. Every one holds desires, buried deep in the hearts to be treated like a slave or be called daddy! And in this collection, all your nasty fantasies would be unraveled. It would be an escape to the 9th heavens while you beg and plead for more like a good girl.

Sabi nga nila mapaglaro ang tadhana, gagawa ito ng mga bagay na hindi mo inaasahan at iyon ang nangyari kay Miles Virgilio nang sabihin sa kaniya ng kaniyang mga magulang na ipakakasal siya ng mga ito sa lalaking hindi niya kilala. Natatakot kasi ang mga magulang niya na magkatotoo ang sumpa ng Lola niya na kapag umabot siya ng trenta at wala pa siyang asawa, tatanda raw siyang dalaga. Tumutol si Miles sa kasalang iyon lalo na ng malaman niyang si Zandy Saavedra ang lalaking ipakakasal sa kaniya. Ito lang naman ang lalaking naging parte ng masakit niyang nakaraan at naging dahilan kung bakit nagkahiwalay siya at ang ex-boyfriend niya. Pero dahil sa sa nangyari sa kaniyang ama, wala siyang naging ibang choose kung 'di pakasalanan ang lalaking iyon na inisip niyang isang bakla. Paano niya pakikisamahan ang katulad ni Zandy? May mabubuo bang pag-ibig sa pagsasama nila kahit sa tingin niya'y bakla ito at ito ang naging dahilan ng paghihiwalay nila ng kaniyang ex-boyfriend? Handa ba siyang makipaglaro sa laro ng tadhana?

In two steps he was on her, yanking her up straight and turning her around to face the wall. She gasped at the change in dynamic: her teasing and taunting were shoved roughly to one side and now he was in full and total control. Jo trembled as he dropped a slow, sexy kiss on her right shoulder, then lightly nipped her soft skin before moving his mouth to her ear. “Don’t you move, angel,” he murmured. “Keep facing forward.” **** Jolene Angeles is fresh out of a nightmare marriage and parked at a roadside biker bar hunting for one thing: Mr. Right Now. In a few days, she’ll have a new job, a new city, a new life, and a single, forgettable one-night stand feels like the perfect way to burn the past down. Then she meets Zeke. Silver-eyed, dangerous. Exactly the kind of mistake she wants. One night, no names, no aftermath. Zeke “Silver” Bennett doesn’t lose control. Ever. He learned that lesson once, and it nearly destroyed him. So when he spots the dark-eyed woman across the bar, he knows the rules: one night, clean break, no complications. Until fate throws them together again... and secrets start detonating. They didn’t tell each other the truth. Now they’re forced to decide: can trust be built on lies? And if the truth finally comes out – raw, painful, unforgiving – will either of them be brave enough to risk real love?

Isolde Wrenleigh once had a promising future until an injury destroyed her ballet career and her half-sister, Vivienne, vanished under mysterious circumstances. Now, disguised under a false identity, Isolde infiltrates Velvet, a hidden elite club in Manhattan known for secrecy, seduction, and unspoken power. What she doesn’t expect is Dorian Blackthorn. A tech billionaire with a haunted past, Dorian secretly owns Velvet and controls everything within its walls. He lives by one rule: never get emotionally involved. But Isolde challenges that rule from the moment she enters curious, defiant, and hiding something even he can’t decode. Drawn to each other in spite of the lies, their connection ignites into a dangerous, all-consuming romance. Dorian offers her pleasure, protection, and dominance but Isolde has come for answers, not affection. And the deeper she digs, the more Velvet’s polished façade begins to crack. Behind the scenes, a darker operation is in motion missing women, encrypted files, and a conspiracy that reaches from club patrons to global power players. As enemies close in and betrayals shatter what little trust they’ve built, Isolde and Dorian must decide who to protect, what to sacrifice, and whether love is worth risking everything. Tangled in Velvet is a high-octane, emotionally raw romance filled with explosive passion, unexpected twists, and secrets that could destroy them both. In a world where control is currency and trust is a weapon, love is the most dangerous gamble of all.

I was sent to evaluate him. Now, he’s the one judging my soul. As a psychologist for the Pacific Behavioral Unit, I deal with the most dangerous shifters in the Territories. But Mason Cross isn’t just a prisoner. He’s the King of the West Coast, a lethal Alpha with emerald eyes that don’t just look at me—they strip me bare. One mistake in a silver-lined cell, and I’m no longer the doctor. I’m the prey. When a night at the Velvet Moon turns into a bloodbath, Mason doesn't just save me—he claims me. He hauls me to his brutalist fortress on the cliffs, a world of glass, salt, and ancient wolf laws. He says he’s protecting me from the Lunar Syndicate. He says I’m his prisoner for my own safety. But as his hands find the curve of my waist and his teeth graze the pulse point of my throat, I realize the "Mask of Civility" is slipping. Behind the tailored suits and the CEO title is a beast that hasn't fed in a long time. I have a silver blade in my stays and a secret in my blood that could burn the Territories to the ground. But when the moon rises over the Cross Estate, I don’t want to run. I want to see if the King of the Ferals bites as hard as he barks. High stakes. Raw instinct. A love that draws blood.

I was the Alpha's fated mate but my rejection was worse than one thousand needles pierced to my skin. "I, Weston Bruce Furrow, Alpha of the shadow Moon park reject you, Zara Liam Adolf of the Night Moon park. A pathetic runt weakling like you is no match for me." I could feel my heart breaking, Tuna was howling inside me, and I could feel her pain. "I, Zara Liam Adolf of the Night moon pack, accept your rejection" ________ Ugly, good for nothing, useless and disgusting are the kind of words that Zara hears on daily basis and yet she has grown accustomed to them that she doesn't even flinch anymore. Being the Alpha's daughter doesn't protect her from the harsh bullying of the pack, not when her own father is her worst tormentor. Years later, the man she hated the most is back, and she isn’t sure why the man who had rejected and humiliated her is back. She is being forced to negotiate with him. Zara want to forget how he rejected and humiliated her but her pack needs protection and that means putting the pack above her feelings since he is the Alpha who could offer them such protection. They say that whatever you deny s he was hurting her with his ice cold tongue and his cruel raw touch.

For ten years, Isaac was my fated mate. My Alpha. My future. Then, on the eve of his Alpha Ceremony, he chose another she-wolf to be his Luna, Chloe. His reason? She was wild and free...everything I used to be. "We are FATED MATES!" I screamed, my hand flying to the mark on my neck. "How can you defy the Moon Goddess? How can you just throw me away?" My wolf howled through our bond, trying to make him feel my pain. The backlash should have crippled him. But he didn't even flinch. It wasn't a real mark. Just a lie, painted on with magic. A trick to chain me to his side. My legs gave out. I hit the floor, a raw sob tearing from my throat. When the tears dried, the grief turned to ice. I stormed the Elders' Council and demanded they sever the bond. Then, I did the unthinkable. I chose his cursed uncle, Vincent. Isaac laughed. He thought it was a pathetic game to make him jealous. He had no idea. The Elders had already named his uncle the new Alpha. He didn't understand his mistake until he saw me crowned Luna on Vincent's arm. Only then did he come crawling back, begging for a forgiveness I would never give.