Sharp Nails Palace

Areum was born pretty enough to be mistaken for a girl and cursed enough to be hated for his parents’ betrayal. The kingdom kept him alive only because he was useful to punish. He learned how to survive fists, insults, and the constant threat of being exposed for what he really was; an Omega boy in a place where that alone was a crime. When the palace signed a treaty with the feared Alpha of the North, the royal family hid their own daughter and forced Areum to take her place. Dressed as a bride, given a title he never asked for, he was sent into a marriage meant to keep peace between two lands. And when the Alpha began to notice him, too closely, too often, Areum realized the truth was getting harder to hide, and the consequences will be fatal if it slipped. Trapped between a mate who already rejected him, a husband who kept shifting from gentle to cold, and a kingdom that wanted his head, Areum must survive a palace that would rather bury him than let his secret breathe. This story is centered around Areum but it contains multiple people in love and multiple love stories, stay turned ^^

"Harder..." I gasped, my nails was digging into his rock hard shoulders. "You like your stepbrother fucking you like this?" "Y-yes ... don't s-stop..." "Fuck baby, you feel good..." I was so wet that I could even hear Christian fucking my juices back into me. ******** He’s my stepbrother. The one man I’m not supposed to want. But I’ve felt his hands on my hips, his mouth on my neck, his voice in my ear telling me exactly how he’s going to ruin me. It started one night as a mistake, one sex and I never saw him again. Now he’s in my room after midnight, pressing me against the wall, making me beg for more. We’re breaking every rule, crossing every line… And the filthy truth is... I love it. Because once my stepbrother tasted me, he swore he’d never stop.

My husband, Joaquin Landon, is a renowned wax sculptor. He hangs up on me when I call him to save my life so he can focus on the wax sculpture his cousin wants. Amphetamine is injected into my system, so my mind is clear as I watch my nails get removed one by one. Every inch of my skin is covered in burning hot wax. My hair and lashes are plucked off, and my organs are ground. Steel pipes are inserted into my legs, and I'm turned into a wax sculpture. Joaquin sees me during an exhibition. His colleague tells him that the wax sculpture he sees looks eerily like me, but he merely looks disgusted. "All she does is cause trouble and act unreasonably. She's better off dead." What he doesn't know is that I already am. Joaquin doesn't recognize that I'm the wax sculpture before him.

Ava St. James has walked down the aisle four times—and buried every “forever” along the way. At seventy, she’s traded vows for vintage champagne and decided love looks best from a distance. Then along comes Marcus du Prée—handsome, grounded, and far too young to be interested. A gardener, he says. Except the roses he tends belong to his estate, and the dirt under his nails hides a fortune he’d rather forget. When Ava’s flamboyant New Orleans clan crashes into Marcus’s refined Pasadena world, sparks fly, secrets bloom, and one improbable romance dares to take root. For the Fifth Vow is a sparkling romantic comedy about late love, Southern pride, and the kind of courage it takes to say “I do” when everyone else says you shouldn’t. Witty, wise, and full of heart, it reminds us that some vows aren’t meant to end—they’re just waiting for the right season to begin.

“Daddy…” I mindlinked my father. I haven’t spoken to him in the 3 years I’ve been married. “Evelyn? What’s wrong?” My father asked, his voice was soft and yet was so superior. “I’m divorced” I told him solemnly. “Return home to the palace, my princess” my father ordered.

Chaos happens in Kingdom Euthoria when the omega Princess, Princess Zoey, gets marked by a mere peasant who visits the palace to give his order of baked goods. And she is in love with Prince Patrick. So how can this forbidden love between a royal and a peasant happen? The rollercoaster before falling in love | the peaceful ride with blissful love A Historical Romance

"Marry me, or face the consequences," he growled. Megan’s nails dug into her palms, fury simmering beneath her fear. How dare he? How dare this arrogant billionaire claim a child he never wanted? "My family is bloodthirsty, Megan. They’ll take the baby—with or without you." Her heart slammed against her ribs. She had run from one nightmare, only to walk into another. A one-night stand was supposed to be an escape. A mistake. But now, she’s carrying his child, and Alexander Zeus—the most ruthless man in New York—won’t let her go. Now, she has two choices: become his wife… or risk losing everything. Running away from her past which haunted her, Megan runs into the arms of Alexander Zeus, a ruthless billionaire. What happens when a perfect love story blooms and her past catches up with her? Will love win at the end of the day or will this…be different? Content warning! R18+

WARNING: MATURE CONTENT "You like that, don't you? You like the feel of my member stretching you open?" His length brushed a sensitive spot in me and I jerked, nails digging into his shirt, "Yes...fück yes..." He pulled out slowly, until just the tip was in me. "But only slüts love cöcks in their püssies. Especially when it's their teacher's cock. Are you a slüt, Brittany?" Without thinking, I let out an audible moan, unable to take it anymore. "I'm your slut, Mr Allen. Only yours. Please have me. Fill me..." Brittany has always been attracted to her professor. She knew it should be forbidden. She shouldn't harbor such feelings for him. Not until she realizes he feels the same way about her. A little indulgence wouldn't hurt anyone, would it? Find out in this forbidden tales of passion and spice. TRIGGER WARNING; This is a work of FICTION. As hinted, these include FORBIDDEN romance and Smut, some of which might be too triggering to some readers. I'd advice you proceed with caution

A human. My mate? No. That wasn't right. Humans were weak. They were servants at best—slaves at worst. They didn't belong with us. They weren't made for love. I turned suddenly and slammed my fist into the stone wall beside me. The sharp crack of bone against stone echoed through the room. The boy had been dragged away, out of my sight, and I still felt the burn of his presence in my chest. My claws had already pushed out, sharp and uncontrollable. My eyes burned, the edges of my vision tinted red. The beast within me was on the edge of taking over. "He's nothing!" I roared to no one in particular. "He can't be my mate!"

“If you will not let me go then I will free myself from this painful life. If leaving the palace is not an option then there is always an option of death and I have chosen it”. - Isabelle “Till now you have seen my love but now you will see the wrath of King Eric Leonor. I tried to be good to you but I think you will not understand the importance of my love without going through suffering and pain”. – King Eric Leonor Let’s dive into the journey of a merciless, cruel king and a common village girl. This is the tale of a ruthless tyrant, Eric Leonor, and his obsession which brought a drastic change in the life of the one whom he loves. Eric has fallen in love with Isabelle. She has become his desire and his need. What will happen to Isabelle who has caught the king’s eye? She is not only the king’s obsession but a slave in his harem too. She is vulnerable in front of the king and is forced to submit. Eric only desires Isabelle and Isabelle only wants freedom. Now will Isabelle ever accept Eric’s love or will she escape from the king’s palace?