Rimuru Skill

Victoire, a charming French maid, is discovered by Nick in the glittering aristocratic world. Their mystery experiences light an illegal energy that challenges social limits. Yet, when their adoration is uncovered, outrage takes steps to obliterate them. Will they fight for their forbidden love or give in to the pressure of society? As murmurs reverberation through the corridors of high society, a stunning disclosure shakes their reality. Their love's fate is precariously in the balance as betrayal lurks in the shadows. In a test of skill and endurance, Scratch and Victoire should choose — will they penance everything for an opportunity at genuine joy? The response lies in a solitary, heart-halting second, where predetermination pauses its breathing.

Lilliane’s life began to spiral into chaos and danger when her guardians forced her into an arranged marriage with 68-year-old media magnate Arnulfo Fuentes in order to save their company from bankruptcy. In desperation, unable to bear the thought of him benefiting from her young body, she made the decision to give herself to a much younger man. However, the consequences of that night were far more than Lilliane ever expected. Terrified of Mr. Fuentes, she broke the agreement. She fled from her ruthless guardians and the man she was supposed to marry. But neither her guardians nor Mr. Fuentes would stop searching for her, especially Fuentes, who would not rest until he had what he believed to be ‘his’. However, it wasn’t just her guardians and Mr. Fuentes who were after her; the handsome stranger to whom she had given her virginity was now also seeking her out after reading the article about her upcoming marriage to the famous media magnate. Intrigued by Lilliane’s intelligence, bravery, and remarkable skill in evading those hunting her, his interest in her only grew stronger. As her family’s business continued to crumble, Mathilda, her aunt, became even more determined to find her and push through with the arrangement that Lilliane was desperately trying to escape. But Lilliane could not allow that to happen, especially since everything was now at stake—her freedom, her future, and her baby. She had to fight to protect the things that mattered most. In a world ruled by power, money, greed, and betrayal, will Lilliane be able to overcome those who seek to control her for their own selfish gain, or will she fall into the hands of those she’s been running from—or into the arms of the father of her unborn child?

He’s outlaw danger. She’s sworn to save lives. Their collision is anything but clean. Dr. Sienna Blake’s quiet night shift explodes into chaos when a gunshot biker crashes into her ER—bleeding, armed, and refusing to die. Breaking every rule, she saves the nameless outlaw with nothing but her skill and a reckless need to keep him breathing. But Jax Maddox, Vice President of the brutal Hellborn MC, never forgets the woman who defied logic and law to pull him back from the edge. He disappears into the night… Only to return—bloodied, armed, and standing at her door. “You saved me. Now you’re mine.” Thrown into the heart of a ruthless biker war, Sienna’s life spirals into a world of danger, secrets, and brutal loyalty. Jax doesn’t just want protection—he wants possession. And he’ll scorch the earth to claim it. He’s everything she’s trained to fight. But what if her heart craves the very thing that could destroy her?

After spending a night together, Nova never expected to see Damian again. That is, until three months later when their paths crossed once more. “You’re so wet, Nova,” he murmured against my neck, his warm breath fanning over my skin as his lips grazed me. Damian’s nose traced along my jaw before he pressed a slow, possessive kiss under my ear. His hand slid between my thighs, fingers brushing over my slick folds before teasing my clit in slow, deliberate circles. My breath hitched, and his low groan vibrated against my throat. He pushed two fingers inside me, curling them deep as his thumb kept stroking. Heat coiled in my belly, my hips grinding into his touch. I glanced down and caught the sight of his tattooed hand buried in my lacy underwear, moving with skill and hunger. I smirked through a gasp — I loved seeing him there, claiming me like that.