Slow Dancing Prom

Bri Ryeong has everything—power, wealth, control. What she doesn’t have is closure. When she walks into a velvet-lit club and finds the woman who once made her teenage years a living hell dancing under a different name, she doesn’t flinch—she plots. Zara has no idea who the mysterious, commanding woman in the tailored suit really is. All she knows is the way Bri watches her—like she owns her. Like she could ruin her. And the worst part? Zara wants her to. What begins as a game of power and lust spirals into a dangerous slow-burn of seduction, secrets, and emotional warfare. But when obsession turns tender and the lies start to catch up, Bri must face the hardest truth of all: The only thing more terrifying than falling for your former bully… is realizing you were never the one in control. Dark chemistry. Emotional tension. Heat with teeth. Welcome to a love story built on broken rules and burning restraint.

He wants revenge, but he found a reason to protect. She was supposed to be his pawn… but she became his weakness, his obsession, his everything. Akiko Eloise has known nothing but pain. Abandoned by her parents, scarred by violence, and secretly battling leukemia, she has long accepted that her life is a slow countdown with no happy ending. But when she’s taken prisoner by Glen Xander McKenzie—a ruthless Mafia boss out for revenge on her family—her fate takes a sharp, terrifying turn. Glen is cold, calculated, and dangerous… but something about that girl began to stir something in him. Something dangerously close to feeling. And the more he learns about Akiko—her strength, her scars, her fading time—the harder it becomes to let her go. Will it change him—or destroy them both?

“You should’ve stayed gone,” Damon growled, his claws flexing. “Whatever you’ve become, it doesn’t change the fact you were never meant to lead.” Kael smiled, slow and cruel, the glow of runes dancing beneath his skin. “And you were never meant to rule.” _ In the ruthless world of wolves, Kael was born with skin that marked him as different — cursed, whispered some, forgotten by the Moon, said others. Discriminated against and dismissed by his own pack, Kael's only ally was Damon, the wolf he helped rise to Alpha. But power changes wolves. Betrayed, humiliated, and cast out, Kael disappears into the wilds, where death was meant to claim him. Instead, a prophecy found him. With a heritage rooted in ancient magic and bloodlines long thought extinct, Kael is reborn as something new, something dangerous. When he returns, stronger and stranger than any wolf alive, the very pack that rejected him will be forced to kneel… or burn. But fate isn’t done with Kael yet. His greatest enemy still wants him close—and someone new may hold the key to his heart. The only problem? Kael was never meant to belong to anyone.

"You ignore me, you don't want me, you don't touch me, you don't fuck me, and then you come at me with this weak threat just because I danced with someone else at the party?" I managed to push out the words, "Let's face it, you're not going to do a damn thing and just keep playing saint-maybe your machine has rusted after all these years of being without a mate." His jaw tensed, and his fingers dug into my skin, but then a low, husky chuckle escaped him. "You really enjoy pushing boundaries, don't you?" His free hand traced a slow path down between us and he suddenly cupped my pussy causing a gasp to slip past my lips, "Just so you know, Poppet-I have a lot of respect for you, but in the next hour, I'm going to make you forget that I ever respected you at all." Before I could retort, his lips brushed against my ear, a wicked smirk playing on his lips. "Brace yourself-because I am about to fuck you like my whore and I'll show you just how well this machine still fucking works." *** When Aurora Steel's mate cheats on her with her best friend just before their mating ceremony, her world shatters. But....Just as she hits rock bottom, a familiar face reappears in their pack-the Alpha of Darkclaw Clan, Jaxon Blackwood, her father's friend, and...the crush she'd long buried. And suddenly it seems there is no better choice for revenge against her cheating mate than letting a hot, cold, and older alpha fuck her. But in the world of revenge, betrayal, illicit desires, and forbidden temptation, an affair hidden from everyone with an Alpha like Jaxon is anything but a wise choice, isn't it?

“You’re drunk,” he said, smirking. “Yeah,” she admitted, then reached out and touched his shirt. “But I still want to have sex with you.” Vincenzo tilted his head slightly, like he was studying a new toy. "You were about to go after my bodyguard, huh?" he said. His fingers suddenly cupped her breast, slow and confident. “And yet, you look more like a virgin than a pervert.” That sobered her up a bit. “I—what?” Before she could say anything else, she blurted, “I want to have sex with you. I’m all yours tonight.” Vincenzo raised a brow, then smiled. “If that’s what you want.” He stood up, lifted her into his arms effortlessly, and carried her through a side door. Her arms looped around his neck as her heart pounded so hard she could barely breathe. He kicked open a private room. Inside, he pressed her against the wall and kissed her—hot, commanding, full of hunger. She melted into it. Her legs wrapped around his waist, and for the first time in her life, she didn’t care who she was supposed to be. She was just a girl kissing a stranger.

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.

Post - Apocalyptic Horror | Action | Yuri Harem | 18+ | Rated R | Mature Content | Slow Pace It started with a kiss I don’t remember giving. A rooftop. A moan. Someone’s fingers buried in my hair like they belonged there. A mouth on my throat that said I tasted like something they lost in another life. I wasn’t dreaming. The city was already cracking beneath me. Power grids flickering like dying stars. Tech failing. Screens static. The sky bruising in strange new colors. Everyone said it was coincidence. Collapse. Noise. But I knew better. The moment I felt her breath on my skin — even if I couldn’t see her — I knew the end had already arrived. And I had something to do with it. Ten butterflies followed me after that. Not literal ones. Not always. They shimmered in my periphery. Each the wrong color. Each too vivid. Each drawn to me like heat to blood. They touched me in dreams. They watched me when I undressed. They whispered without words. I could taste their want. Some called me cursed. Broken. Unstable. But the truth is simpler. I’m blooming again — and they all feel it. They don’t love me. They remember me. They remember what I used to be — what I still am, underneath the silence. One of them burned me with just a kiss. One broke my spine with kindness. One slid her hand under my shirt like it was always hers. One cries when she touches me. One never speaks, but her eyes dig. One wants to keep me. One wants to ruin me. And one just wants to finish what we started. They think I’m choosing. I’m not. My body already did. And now the bloom inside me is turning darker.

She sold her soul to save her daughter… but the devil wears a billionaire’s smile. Emily Carter is a desperate mother clawing her way through the filth of New York’s underworld, dancing for dollars in a club that devours women whole. When her baby girl falls deathly ill, she’s forced into an impossible choice: let her child die… or marry a cold-hearted billionaire with a past darker than her own. Alexander Richie doesn’t believe in love but he believes in ownership. His proposal isn’t a lifeline. It’s a leash. Thrust into a mansion of lies, judgment, and cruel stepchildren, Emily trades one nightmare for another. Her new life is gilded in luxury but soaked in venom, and the people inside want to break her. But Emily didn’t survive the streets to become anyone’s victim not even his. Love wasn’t part of the deal. But what happens when the broken start to feel? And how many bodies must fall before the truth is revealed?

🌙 Moonlight Mystique At Halewood University—an ivory tower of privilege, ambition, and secrets—Eliot Navarro is a stranger in a world that doesn’t want him. A scholarship student with nothing but grit to his name, he vows to keep his head down, earn his degree, and escape unnoticed. But fate, and one storm-gray gaze, have other plans. Damien Leclair is Halewood’s untouchable king. Beautiful, brilliant, and cruel, he rules the campus with arrogance sharpened to a weapon. To everyone else, he is danger wrapped in silk. To Eliot, he is an obsession he never asked for—a storm that refuses to let him breathe. From the moment Damien’s eyes lock on Eliot, the game begins. It isn’t friendship. It isn’t rivalry. It’s possession. Damien doesn’t chase—he claims. No matter how Eliot resists, no matter how fiercely he builds his walls, Damien circles closer with every step, unraveling his defenses thread by thread. And just when Eliot thinks he’s found a safe harbor in Theo—the warm, messy boy who makes him laugh—Damien’s shadows stretch long. Because Damien doesn’t share. Every smile, every touch, every stolen moment with Theo becomes fuel for his jealousy, twisting into dangerous games that blur the lines between desire and destruction. Caught between two worlds—warmth and fire, safety and obsession—Eliot must decide whether to run from Damien’s grasp or surrender to it. But surrender means more than passion. It means losing himself to the storm, to the man who promises not love, but a haunting claim written in blood and moonlight. Dark. Steamy. Arrogant. Possessive. Moonlight Mystique is a campus boys’ love saga unlike any other—120 chapters of forbidden romance, razor-edged obsession, and a slow burn that ignites into an inferno. It’s a story of dangerous attraction,

Noah Rowe is not here to fall in love. He's here to disappear. After a humiliating collapse abroad, Noah transfers to a cold, prestigious university tucked into an old European town - a place where ambition hums beneath every cobblestone and secrets rot beneath stained-glass windows. He plans to keep to himself, finish his degree, and leave untouched. But then he sees them. Adrian and Elián: the twins. They move like smoke and speak like dreams. They share everything - their clothes, their stories, their lovers. One dominates. One disarms. Together, they watch the world like wolves on the edge of hunger. At first, they don't even look at him. That's the last time Noah breathes easy. As the twins begin to orbit his life, Noah is drawn into a slow spiral of obsession, intimacy, and psychological unraveling. The line between seduction and control blurs. Every truth becomes a test. Every choice, a trap. Because the twins don't want to love him. They want to keep him. And Noah, despite everything, might want to be kept.