Reborn To Ruin Him And Seduce His Rival Novels & Stories

His cum dripped down my chin, mingling with my tears, a stark reminder of his dominance, his control. ***** I came to ruin my ex. I never meant to kneel for his father. I came back to ruin Caleb Vane. I had a plan that was cold, sharp, and merciless. But then I met Malric Vane. The man doesn’t flirt. He commands. One glance and my legs trembled. One word and I was on my knees. He’s the Lycan every wolf fears. The man no one touches. And now I wake up in his bed, spread wide, bite-marked, and dripping for more. He says I wasn’t born…I was made. Made to obey. Made to please him. And the worst part? He’s right. Because every time he calls me good girl, I forge

“Then I’ll burn heaven itself to bring her back.” The ground beneath him cracked open, and crimson fire erupted once more as he vanished into the mist a fallen Alpha now reborn as something far worse.

He pressed his chest flush against my back, fervent heat burning silence between us. Slowly descending his hands upon my shoulders, fiery fingertips scorching my skin through the mesh. His eyes were pitch-black, a vortex of possession and malevolence. “Yes, I do.” He answered with a honeyed voice. “I wanted to match you – because you’re the only one I’ll ever want.” Acid churned in my stomach, guilt torturing my soul in its vice grip. I have committed the ultimate betrayal, more painful than a sword through the heart. Lazarus will never forgive me for joining The Rebel’s Creed who were actively trying to destroy him.

My pulse hammered in my ears. Inside, my thoughts spun—rejection, the sting of her defiance, the web I’d spent years weaving loosening thread by thread. Broken webs can be rewoven. If fire had forged her, fire could undo her. I would not lose. Not to her. Not to him. If I could not have Damon through love, I would have him through ruin.

She was feeling like she was on the edge of erupting. She clenched herself harder around him which made him growl and intertwined their hands. He pinned her on the bed and thrusted in and out of her in a more fervent manner. Bliss blazed all over his body, witnessing her innocence staining in his darkness. He knew it might sound irrational but seeing her getting completely ruined under him, he was feeling ecstatic because he knew he himself was the ruiner and he was going to be the only ruiner in her life who would ever dare to ruin her like this because he was not going to let anyone else to even think about witnessing this ruination of hers, let alone allowing someone else to become her ru

Before everyone could figure out what going on, I used a set of skills to kill those four women again. Mark’s POV: I, who was still lying on the ground, was astonished when I saw what Lucifer practiced. That was what QEEN practiced. That was what QEEN practiced. I had not been studying the operation video of the QEEN for four years. I was pretty sure. ‘Could it be the Lucifer is the QEEN?’ ‘He is back!’ ‘He’s come back. He came back as a different person. I was excited. I took out my phone and bought in-game currency to come back.

He forced me to abort our baby but got another woman pregnant. I don't even know what to do. Where do I go? What do I do? “Haaaaaaaaaaa... Ahhhhhhhhhhh...!” My tears and screams echoed as I stood in the middle of the deserted road. It was silent except for the sound of the rain pouring down. I looked up at the heavens. I cursed the day I met Magnus Kalan, hoping for only one thing. If I could turn back the hands of time, I would never look at him twice. I would have achieved so much, and most importantly, my parents would still be alive.

“This—this thing can’t be you.” He stepped closer, his clawed foot crunching stone. “Oh, but it is. I’ve been reborn, Lyra. The weak, grieving fool you knew is gone. This power—” his hands crackled, shadows spilling like ink between his claws—“this is what I was always meant to become.” I clenched my fists tighter, forcing myself not to back away. “What did you do to yourself?” “What I had to.” His grin was jagged, wrong, a caricature of the man I remembered. “Reina’s death broke me. Dominic’s lies chained me. But the darkness freed me. Now I see clearly. Now I know what must be done.”

He had walked straight up the stairs, leaving me standing alone in the dark with my bleeding fingers and my broken heart. I pressed the dirty, dusty handkerchief against my face, my shoulders shaking violently as I cried. The pain of my past life was so raw, so heavy, that it felt like it was happening all over again. Elias was treating me well now because I was useful. He respected me because I had the intelligence to destroy the Sterling family and protect his company stocks. But what if I hadn't been reborn? What if I was still that weak, crying girl who embroidered cheap handkerchiefs? He would still be turning a blind eye. He would still be letting my mother poison me.

That was because he was busy consoling his first love, Vivian Sinclair, who left in anger. In my previous life, I was afraid he would be punished and had lit the signal flare. However, after he received substantial rewards from saving the King, he believed I was vain and power-hungry, blaming me for Vivian's tragic death. He threw me into the Beast Dungeon he carefully prepared, letting the beasts devour both our child and me. Since I was given a chance to be reborn, there was no way I would walk down the same path as before. I desperately shielded the King. Even as the assassins' blades kept stabbing into my body, I gritted my teeth without making a sound.