Smash Brothers Pit

After my husband, Joseph Adams, hired thugs to smash my taco stand again, I pushed the destroyed remains to his company’s anniversary banquet. Joseph had his arm around his little secretary, Monica Martin, when he announced that she would soon be joining the company’s management team. I pressed the horn and called out, “Tacos for sale to support my husband’s mistress—three thirty a piece!” Amid the stunned and bewildered stares of the crowd, Joseph’s brows twisted into a deep frown.

Adedayo is well-connected and popular. A sophomore at the University of Lagos. Dayo is charming and beloved, an ardent player with the ladies and enjoys their attention. Girls are lining up for a chance to get into his bed while many have confirmed that he is naturally gifted between the sheets. When his friends places a bet to smash their lecturer's daughter, he accepts the challenge, boasting he'll have her in his bed by the end of the semester. But Eniola Craig is so much more than Dayo expected, and soon enough, he's in too deep. The last thing he needs is another complication, but staying away isn't an option. One thing's for certain: this girl totally throws him off his game. Could the well-known player be playing for keeps this time?

She escaped the mate who broke her—only to bind herself to the monster sent to end her. Scarred by betrayal and branded by blood, Lira survives the Pit with nothing but fury in her lungs and a tether to a man she should hate. Kael is cold, brutal, and bound by secrets—but in the dark, their monsters recognize each other. And when the bond pulls tighter, it’s not just survival on the line. It’s surrender.

On the day Clara forced me to sign the divorce papers, I got bound to a self-sabotaging system. The system commanded me to slap her hard and tell her to get lost. I trembled in fear because Clara was a ruthless person. If I dared to stop her from getting back together with the love of her life, she would utterly destroy me. But the system threatened me: "If you don't self-sabotage, you will die soon." Left with no choice, I slapped her. As soon as I hit her, I ran out of the house, terrified. The system then told me to smash a police car on the side of the road. I suspected the system wanted me dead. However, after I smashed the police car's side view mirror, I realized that the system was trying to sabotage someone else's life instead.

In the alleys of the city, the werewolf Alud and the vampire Bruk-ta-man, resolving internal differences, face an unprecedented enemy trying to pit the clans of the night against each other, old rivals will have to unite to unravel the tangle leading to an unknown enemy with monstrous power. A simple man named Conrod will help them figure it all out. What role is assigned to him? Will the main characters be able to defeat the mysterious enemy?

“You’ll do exactly as I say,” she whispered coldly, “starting with the man you’ll marry tomorrow.” Selena was designated to marry the Billionaire, until Mitchell noticed that he was going broke. Hence she pushed her other, legitimate daughter into the pit to marry the Broke Billionaire. What happens when it's revealed that he isn't a billionaire going broke, but a Trillionaire in control of global industries?

All Jia Davis ever wished was eternal love from her mate and to be a brave warrior for her pack and family. She got it too, when she found her mate in her longtime crush, the head warrior of her pack. But it was short-lived, pushing her in a pit of darkness and desolation. She was not ready to accept what fate had in-store for her. Will she survive and move out of it? Will she get to find happiness again?

WARNING: Mature Content || R18 Please be advised that this story contains mature themes and strong language. "I don't believe in God but I prayed you from Him." - Zerus Craige He's a killer. A gunman. A hired assassin. A cold-blooded young man living on his own created world. He's a devil from the deepest pit of hell. He kills, in exchange for money. Until his gaze was drawn to a woman wearing a black veil and holding a rosary. Fuck!

As the male lead, Henry Johnston, forces himself on me, a row of comments suddenly appears before my eyes. "Henry is about to misunderstand and think Aria drugged him! The angst is about to begin!" "I'm thrilled just thinking about Henry regretting dearly after Aria dies!" "Keep up the act, Henry. After she dies, you'll be hugging her corpse and crying every day." That is when I realize that I am the tragic female lead in a story where I am destined to be tormented until I die. The readers treat my death as a highlight to push the plot forward. They are counting down to my death. As I look at Henry, who is panting on top of me, anger courses through me. I grab a table lamp and smash it into him, killing him on the spot. Who says that the one who dies in a toxic romance story must always be the female lead?

The day Kris Flynn forced me to sign the divorce papers, a self-destruction system wired itself into my brain. The system ordered, [Slap him hard. Then, tell him to get out.] It startled me. Kris was ruthless by nature. If I dared to get in the way of him getting back together with his first love, he would make my life a living hell. Unfortunately, the system threatened me. [If you don’t start sabotaging your life this instant, you’ll die right now.] Without any choice, I slapped him. Fear overtook me as soon as I did it. I bolted straight out of the house. Then, the system gave me a command to smash a police car by the roadside. I was convinced the system was trying to get me killed. However, after I shattered the police car’s side mirror, I realized something. It was not my life that the system wanted me to ruin.