Sokushi Cheat Ga Saikyou Novels & Stories

Five years after I broke up with my childhood sweetheart, Jason Thorne, my ALS progressed to its terminal stage. Since I can't receive any treatment for my disease at all, I decide to fly back to my hometown and wait for my death to come. Meanwhile, Jason has been dating a woman named Freya Tyler for five years. In fact, they are about to get married. Freya is even pregnant with Jason's child. We bump into each other in the hospital's garden. When Jason sees the blanket around my shoulders, he scoffs at me. "You're already this weak, and yet you're here all alone. It seems that your doctor boyfriend isn't taking good care of you at all. Then again, you did cheat on me with that guy. It only makes sense that your new relationship won't end well at all." Freya smiles brightly at me. "That's enough, Jason. It's not like everyone is capable of taking care of me very well, just like you do. "Our wedding will be held at the base of a snow mountain in Selvaria. You simply must attend our wedding, Ms. Moyer." As I gaze at Jason's cold and arrogant expression, I do my best to suppress my feelings of longing and guilt. Instead, I reply calmly, "No, thank you. I'm not interested in my ex-boyfriend's life. I'm only staying here for a short while. In the future, I will never come back ever again." Jason merely huffs before turning on his heel and walking away. But when I depart from this world, he loses his will to live too.

It was the climactic moment of my game, but the enemy's flash bang blinded me. After I reopened my eyes, I found myself in the world of the post-apocalyptic underdog comeback story I'd ranted about to my friend the day before. No, I wasn't the protagonist with a cheat for a system. Instead, I was the cannon fodder who suffered the worst fate. He also had my name. I found myself locked outside the armored vehicle while a swarm of high-level zombies had surrounded me. 'Blast,' I thought. 'All this just because I flamed them? And I just made a pentakill after my 8-win streak!' I told myself to calm down and let my mind do its work, but then the laughter of this body's wife echoed from the walkie-talkie. "Stop covering for him, gunners! We're livestreaming to the whole camp. My husband's going to rip these Tier Six zombies to shreds!" Then, the woman's useless male best friend buzzed with excitement. "I'll have a permanent spot in the inner city if he distracts the horde and they rip him apart in the process, babe!" If this went the way of the original story, I'd beg for help only to get no answer and be ripped apart by the zombies. Fortunately, I wasn't the same coward this guy used to be. The woman kept egging me on. I sneered. I didn't spend years playing competitive games for nothing. And so, I grabbed a high-frequency concussion grenade that could get the attention of every single zombie in a 3-mile radius, smashed the ventilation valve of the armored vehicle, and hurled the grenade inside.

---WARNING: Dark Romance. Mature Audience Only. Contains Sexual Content, Dubious Consent, and Intense Situations.--- He watched her from the shadows, a hidden obsession. She fainted at the slightest fear. He was just a boy then, powerless against the campus kingpin who tormented her, a rival heir to a brutal empire. But empires fall. And obsessions, once set, never die. Years later, on a moonlit beach, Seraphina's world shatters. Her boyfriend, a cruel cheat, humiliates her for a bet and leaves her for dead. She awakens to a familiar face—Alessandro Torricelli, now a ruthless Mexican mafia boss who takes what he wants. He’s back to claim what he believes is his: her. He promises freedom in 365 days if she doesn't fall in love. But Alessandro's world is a gilded cage of raw power, inescapable desire, and dangerous games. As Seraphina navigates his opulent fortress, fighting his possessive touch and the unwanted hunger he ignites, their volatile dynamic sparks a dangerous game of seduction. They keep score, each erotic encounter a win or loss, unknowingly binding them closer with every calculated move. Yet, beyond their sensual battle, a chilling reality looms: her old tormentor, Dino Moretti, still stalks the shadows, and this time, he's coming for them both. With a brewing war threatening to consume his empire, Alessandro vows to protect her, even from herself. But can Seraphina survive his love, escape his enemies, and resist the magnetic pull of the man who sees her fragility as a weakness to conquer, and her defiance as a challenge to possess? In this city of shadows, hearts are collateral, and their game of love is the most dangerous score of all.

“You mean nothing to me,” Andrew declared, his voice icy and final. My heart shattered with every word he uttered. My vision blurred with tears as our beautiful memories flooded my mind. We were in love, we were inseparable. So how did I become nothing to my husband? “Why…why would you say that?” I whispered, my lips trembling from the weight of disbelief. “You shameless cheat! I was bedridden, and you seized the chance to be with another man!” He snapped, his hand tightening around Anna's waist. My eyes darted to Anna, my best friend, “What did you tell him?” I asked, hoping this was all some misunderstanding. She smirked, “The truth.” “You were supposed to help me take care of him. I was going to tell him how I got the money for his treatment. Why would you lie?” I questioned as the feeling of betrayal stung. “Oh please,” she scoffed. “You expect him to believe someone paid you three hundred thousand dollars just to pretend to be their wife? You slept with him, Georgia. That’s cheating.” I staggered back, clutching my head as her words echoed through my mind like chaotic music on repeat. My mouth opened but no words came out. How do you explain a contract marriage to save your dying husband? I sobbed softly as the feeling of betrayal burned the shattered pieces of my heart. It stung deeper than I imagined possible. This wasn't from a stranger. It was from the two people I loved the most. Now, I've got nothing left to lose. And I'll make sure I get revenge for this. No one will be spared!

“God, Moving between your thighs feel so good baby,” Rowan moaned as he thrust his hips just hard enough to make the tip of his length nudge against me without penetrating. This was wrong. So fucking wrong. And weren't we supposed to be enemies for God’s sake?! Rowan was my bully, but also my sister's husband. He was fresh from the altar with his new wedding ring barely warm on his finger. But the way his tongue and body currently moved over mine, was absolutely sinful. I had vowed to hate him for the rest of my life, but he had vowed to claim me as his pet, and at this rate, I didn’t know who would win. … Larry had been forced to watch his girlfriend cheat on him with his bully and worst enemy, Rowan, and he had thought that this was the worst thing that could ever happen to him. But he was wrong. Because on the morning of his sister’s wedding… he is horrified to find himself in bed with his sister's groom… Rowan. Yeah—that same handsome, smug, and devastatingly handsome Rowan who ruined his life was the same guy about to marry his sister. And things only get worse because Rowan now declares that Larry now belongs to only him! Before Larry can even process what's happening, he soon discovers something shocking! Rowan isn’t the normal human everyone thought he was. He’s a powerful, dark, twisted, and dangerous supernatural being who is way more obsessed with Larry than he should ever be. And just when Larry thinks things can’t get more messed up… He finds out that everything he thought he knew was a lie, and it might already be too late to escape the psychotic beast that is Rowan.

"You want me to fuck you like a whore, is that it?" His eyes darkened as they narrowed on me while I swallowed hard, realizing I had been backed up against the edge of the desk as desire zinged through me. "Yes," I answered, breathlessly. He leaned forward slightly and I could feel his hot breath on my skin. I tried not to shiver at the sudden chill that ran through me. My eyes flitted up to meet his hazel orbs, they were burning with hunger and a dark fire. “My kitten…” He purred, tracing his hand over my boobs. The rattling sound of his belt was what I heard next. Bunching up my dress to my waist, the first slap landed on my ass cheeks eliciting a moan from me. Grabbing my waist, he plunged his cock into me in one harsh thrust. A soft whimper escaped my lips as he slammed into me again. ** ** ** When Angelina Bryant finds out her boyfriend who uses insensitive words on her was actually a cheat, and her best friend was a backstabber, it coincides with the period a new neighbor, Kade Ashton moves into the mansion opposite their house. They're unable to deny their chemistry and so they give in to the fire raging between them. When Elva Ashton who is Angelina's new bestie finds out she is f*cking her father, hell is let loose. What happens when everyone they hold dear is against their forbidden relationship? Will their love die out or make a strong comeback? Warning : This book is an age gap romance filled with explicit erotic content. If you aren't comfortable with rated scenes, kindly drop it, it's not too late. However if you choose to read this, prepare to be blown away by Angela and Kade's story.

Book 2 Big City Wolves Stand Alone Novel. Warning: BDSM, hot steamy, unsensored. Toronto looks all buttoned up on the outside, but when the night falls things always get hot. Tara Travers’ in a pickle. Her lowlife baby brother put her there. He’s been skimming off the top of the payments to his Alpha he was supposed to deliver to him. Then he took it to the Wild Wolf and gambled it away. Last night he lost big. Alpha Elmwood wants his money now, or Tara won’t have a pack or a brother. Eddie, her brother, has skipped town, but she wasn’t so lucky. Now, it’s up to her to get the money back. That means she has to cheat the house. A house run by a very shady Alpha. Alpha Calvin Nichols of the Crimson Nights. The Wild Wolf is a shifter only private members club where powerful shifters go to explore their vices. From gambling to a sex dungeon and everything in between Cal’s club provides it. He’s a dominant wolf and he’s got rules. Well, until he’s surprised by Tara, his fated mate, who might be just as corrupt as he is. Or too innocent for her own good. Then he’ll rewrite the rules as they go along. What will Tara do when she’s caught by the sexy, tattooed Alpha Cal and her plans go awry? Instead of being kicked out of his territory or killed. Tara finds herself chained to the club as Alpha Cal’s new personal submissive and her training begins immediately. Tara won’t believe the physical evidence of their fated mate status. After she can’t believe in fated or the Moon Goddess, her life sucks too much.

They say fated mates are sacred, practically unbreakable. But Aiden wasn’t mine, and I wasn’t his. That didn’t stop me from loving him like he was the last man left in this cursed world. He swore he didn’t need a bond to love me. Said it was pure. Said he’d love me unconditionally. Said he’d choose me—always. But now he’s in our bed, moaning another woman’s name like a prayer. Wearing a forbidden pendant laced in black magic—magic strong enough to block the mate bond so I wouldn’t feel the betrayal. Too late, Aiden. I felt it. Like a dagger slicing straight through my soul. And just as I hit rock bottom, he shows up. A young, enigmatic Alpha—feared, powerful, far too young for me. Alpha Damon. He’s asking questions about illegal mate bond magic. Magic my husband used to cheat without consequences. Magic that ties back to a dark conspiracy. Turns out, my perfect little marriage is just the rotten tip of a magic-smuggling empire. Damon wants my help. Needs me close. Says I’m the only one who knows enough to crack this wide open. But every time he says my name, something in me stirs, something I swore was long dead. I shouldn’t want him. I couldn't him. He’s too young. Too dangerous. Too…everything. But goddess help me—he’s the first man who’s ever looked at me like I wasn’t something broken. Like I wasn’t disposable. Like I was worth fighting for.

When I was three years old, my parents became infamous in our social circle as a mutually destructive couple for a misunderstanding that led them to cheat on each other. To get revenge on each other, they didn’t hesitate to hurt me just to hurt one another. Over the next five years, my mother beat me until my bones broke three times. My father “lost” me on purpose five times. And once, during one of their arguments, they threw me straight into the ocean. Eventually, they grew tired of that life, but instead of stopping, they changed the game. They got divorced, and each of them adopted a new child, showering them with affection as if it were some kind of competition As for me? I became the unwanted piece of trash. The only time I mattered was when they thought of each other, and they needed someone to take their anger out on. The only thing that kept me going was a small locket pendant they gave me when I was born. Engraved on it were the words: peace and joy. It was the only source of comfort I had. That was until I turned ten and someone tried to take this last piece of something that felt like it belonged to me away from me. I fought back with everything I had, and for that, I was beaten until my spleen ruptured. By the time my parents arrived, the ground was soaked in blood. However, their faces twisted with disgust. “Daisy, how did you end up like this? You’re just as disgusting as your father.” “What did you say? Say that again! Just look at her, dressed like that. If anything, she’s just as shameless as you!” My cries for help were drowned out by their argument. My body grew heavier and heavier, and before I realized it, the world went quiet. They finally stopped arguing, too.

My life turned upside down the moment I found out I was pregnant. My infertile husband—Ryan Xavier accused me of cheating, he divorced me, humiliated me, and left me questioning my own sanity because I knew I didn’t cheat on him. My world collapsed all over again when the doctor confessed he made a terrible mistake. He had mistakenly injected me with another man's embryo and the baby inside me doesn't belong to any random person...it belongs to Kian Xavier. My ex-husband Ryan’s twin brother. The richest and most feared billionaire tycoon in the city. Now that I’m carrying his child, Kian isn’t ready to let me go just like that. He offered me a one year contract marriage —no emotions, no intimacy, just protection until the baby was born, with no other where to turn to, I accepted. I swore I’d keep my distance… but every time he looked at me, every time he touched me, my heart betrayed me and I found myself falling for him. Then my ex-husband Ryan found out, the man who once abandoned me became obsessed with having me back. He wanted to destroy what Kian and I had, to remind me that I’d once belonged to him. Then my pain deepened when the doctor revealed another truth. I'm pregnant with twins and they don’t share the same father. One belonged to Kian, my new husband, while the other baby belongs to Ryan, my ex-husband. Now I’m trapped between two brothers—one I should hate, one I can’t resist. Both crave me. Both claim me. Neither is willing to let me go. How would I choose between the man who broke me… and the one I was never meant to love.