Re:zero Fanfiction Everyone Remembers

For three years, I was the only one allowed inside my husband, Matthew Carter's, secret room on the top floor. Until that day—when I walked in and found his young assistant there. "Matthew asked me to get things ready for his dinner party," she said, all confidence and no shame. I smiled. It turned out this was what it felt like to have my privileges as his wife trampled on. Fine. If the rules of the game had changed, then I would show everyone who the real player was. One by one, I dismantled the Carter family's most prized projects. That was when Matthew finally panicked. He demanded, "Why? We're husband and wife!" "Exactly," I said, tossing the divorce papers onto his desk. "And that's why betrayal comes with a steeper price, doesn't it?"

My brother vanished searching for the truth about our bloodline. Now I'm in the town that swallowed him whole — and the Alpha who runs it knows exactly what I am. He just won't tell me. Kael Blackwood has driven out everyone who asked too many questions. His pack obeys without hesitation. His enemies disappear without trace. And since the moment I arrived, something between us has been pulling tighter — a bond he's fighting, a secret he's keeping, and a full moon two days away that changes everything. My brother left one warning: Don't let them mark you before you know what it means. I'm starting to think the most dangerous thing in Ashveil isn't what they're hiding. It's what I am.

It's hard to tell who has your back, from who has it long enough just to stab you in it.... "Why are you making it so difficult?" I screeched on top of my lungs. God, why does he have to make everything so difficult? "I'm your boss and you're responsible to follow my orders. You have no authority to defy me." He snarled, his hands balled into fists. "Are you even listening to your baseless blabbering?" "Shut the up!" He roared with pure antagonism and fisted his hand on the glass painting that hung by the wall. I gasped at the sight of glasses shattered into tiny pieces, droplets of blood oozing down his knuckles. His jaw was clenched as he shot daggers to my eyes, not because of the pain that was inflicted from the quick punch, but the remembrance of my betrayal. ~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~ Mystery. Romance. Deception. It's a famous saying that, hate is a strong emotion- so is love. You can only hate someone you place in high esteem since you care about what they think. Just when Evelyn Williams thought she could bring some light into her miserable life, destiny played its cruel game again, bringing her back to the place where she started. Five years later, she is forced to work with one and only Xavier Blake Knight, the one who remembers how Evelyn Williams has broken his heart. After what she did to him, would she be able to look into his eyes? Unbearable secrets will be revealed with a mixture of irresistible desires. Desires that Evelyn fears would only deepen her wounds, but somehow heal Xavier's.

Before the mission, I ask Ryan Jamison one last time, "Will you marry me?" He pauses for a moment before saying, "Alright." The system and I freeze. "Oh no," we say in unison. I'm told that once I get rejected a hundred times, I'll return to the real world. Turns out, it's nothing but false alarm. In my final mission, I accidentally become the stand-in for his first love. Ryan spends three days with her before he finally remembers me. But by then, all he hears is that I've died in the line of duty.

Locked in a basement. Called a monster. Sold to a council of wolves. Elif Demir has never known kindness. Until him. Niklas Vollbrecht is a pureblood alpha who should hate everything she is. But when the Council forces them into a deadly competition, the bond between them becomes impossible to ignore. He claims she is his mate. She claims she remembers nothing of their shared past. As forbidden desire ignites, Elif uncovers a terrifying truth. She is not just a half blood. She is the descendant of the First Wolf. And her heart holds the power to save their world or burn it down.

I was dying from my fear of heights, but my husband, Don Vincent, was busy with his assistant, savoring the latest coffee flown in from Hawaii that morning. "You're a grown woman, Bella. What's the big deal? You're stuck on a roof, figure it out." Then he hung up on me. I collapsed onto the hot tar of the roof, my body shaking uncontrollably before everything went black. It was two hours before building security found me. When I got home, I asked Vincent for a divorce. He rubbed his temples, his patience worn thin, looking at me as if I were a child throwing a tantrum. "Over a cup of coffee? I told you, the heights are all in your head. You’re perfectly safe now. Stop making a scene alright? What's this nonsense about a divorce? I have more important things to deal with. Calm yourself down." I stared at his back as he left, tears already streaming down my face. Something important? Did he really think I couldn't hear his assistant, Sophia, murmuring in the background? Did he think I didn't know he took her to the last family gathering? I had loved Vincent for three years. Everyone knew he was the center of my world. They all thought an orphan like me could never leave him. But now, all the love I had was eclipsed by a profound, soul-crushing exhaustion. I was done. I picked up my phone and dialed a number I hadn't touched in three long years. "Uncle, book me a flight to Seattle. I'm ready to leave Vincent."

Late nights. Locked doors. Zero rules. In the glittering corporate towers, private yoga studios, and hidden after-hours offices, ordinary people surrender to their darkest, filthiest cravings. Innocent interns, ambitious assistants, stressed professionals, and powerful dominants cross every line — raw, unprotected, and addicted. This explicit 32-book collection delivers unrelenting heat across every dynamic: - MF – Ruthless CEOs and dominant men who bend their women over desks, breed them deep, and claim every hole with choking, spanking, and total ownership. - MM – Straight-to-gay awakenings where “straight” men are bent, stretched, and bred by powerful alphas until they beg for more. - FF– Sensual sapphic surrender that explodes into savage strap-on gangbangs, squirting marathons, and sadistic lesbian domination. - MMF & Group – Filthy threesomes and full gangbangs where willing sluts are airtight, double-penetrated, and pumped full by multiple partners until their bellies swell with cum. Every story is dripping with extreme kinks: heavy breeding (visible cum inflation & impregnation fantasy), raw double & triple penetration, intense BDSM (bondage, edging, pain play, collars, plugs), public risk, office power play, first-time corruption, and total surrender. No condoms. No mercy. No fade-to-black. From the CEO who turns his young intern into a collared desk slut, to the yoga mistress who shares her flexible student with a circle of strap-on-wielding women, to the executive team that transforms their assistant into the firm’s free-use breeding toy — each 5-chapter book builds from seductive tension to total, body-shaking breakdown. Lock your door. These stories don’t just turn you on — they ruin you for anything less. Perfect for fans of raw, no-limits erotica who crave graphic detail, filthy dirty talk, visible breeding effects, and characters who fall helplessly, irreversibly addicted to being used. **Warning:** Extremely explicit. Contains heavy breeding, gangbangs, BDSM, cum play, and zero restraint. For mature readers only.

His hand gripped her throat, forcing her back against the cold glass as she choked for breath. “You’ve bewitched my son, and now he asks for his mother…” “No!” she gasped. “He is not your son. He never was! You stole him from me—and locked me away for three years because you’re a billionaire with a god complex!” …. Three years ago, Chelley was betrayed and humiliated by everyone she loved—her ex-husband impregnated her adoptive sister, and her adoptive parents supported her sister whilst blaming her for being barren without giving her a chance to announce her pregnancy. Abandoned and pregnant, she vanished, only to fall into the hands of a crueler fate: Cassian Moretti—a ruthless billionaire with a heart of ice and a dark motive. Cassian locked her away and took her child, named him Asher Moretti, and raised him as his own—because without that boy, he’d lose control over a trillion-dollar legacy clause that ties his fortune to the child. But when the boy starts asking for his real mother, Cassian makes Chelley an offer she can’t refuse. “You want your son?” he sneers. “Then marry me. Publicly, you’re my perfect wife. Smile when I kiss you. And behind the cameras, you’re mine to command. My slave, my property! Stay silent when I hurt. Defy me, and your son disappears forever.” Now, forced into a fake marriage with the man who stole her freedom, Chelley became the First Lady of Cassian’s trillion dollar empire, She wants her vengeance, On her ex-husband, her family, her step-sister and Cassian himself.

When Tara Jackson lost her memories in a plane crash, her sworn sister, Lea, seizies the perfect chance to steal everything Tara onces had… her identity, her husband, and her life. Convinced that she’s nothing but a mere maid, Tara spends three years serving her enemy while Lea enjoys wealth and Alexander’s attention. But when Tara suddenly remembers her past, she vows to take her revenge and reclaim what belonged to her. Will Tara be able to keep playing her part as a maid, endure humiliation and pain, to get her perfect revenge?

The day before the wedding, I go to the bridal shop to pick up my custom wedding dress. The clerk informs me apologetically, "I'm sorry, Ms. Stone. Yesterday, a woman called Ms. Lovelett came and picked up your dress." My best friend, Sherry Lancelot, suddenly remembers something. "Isn't that the surname of your fiance's secretary? He's so thoughtful. He had your dress picked up in advance for you." But in the next second, Mary Lovelett posts a social media update. In her photo, she is wearing my one-of-a-kind custom wedding dress that is worth hundreds of millions and posing coquettishly in front of the camera. The caption reads, "Zachary is the best boss in the world. I casually said I wanted to take some portraits. He generously bought me a globally limited outfit for a photoshoot so that I can take the photos to my heart's desire!" I look at the post and reply coldly, "That's the wedding dress I personally chose for myself. Since when did it become your photoshoot outfit?" The post is deleted instantly. My fiance, Zachary Everdon, calls me angrily. "What nonsense comment was that? I just lent your stupid dress to Mary for a bit. It's a cheap, one-time thing anyway. I can buy you a dozen more to make up for it." I let out a cold laugh and record the call. Then, I send him a screenshot of the 200 million dollars purchase record. I say, "Sure. Will you pay by check or by direct transfer? Hurry up. Once you pay, we're calling off the engagement."