Tanjiro Killing Muzan

️ Content Warning ️ This novel contains explicit sexual content, BDSM, power imbalance, rough play, captivity, obsession, dub-con / non-con themes, violence, dark romance, and mature language. It is intended for adult readers (18+) only. If you are uncomfortable with dark erotic themes, morally grey characters, or scenes of control and possession, please do not proceed. * * I never thought I could live my life this way—on my knees, collar around my throat, begging for the touch of a man who should terrify me. Milo isn’t just any man. He’s the mafia king everyone fears, the devil in a tailored suit. One mistake put me in his path, and instead of killing me, he claimed me. Now I’m his dirty secret, his toy, his pleasure pet. His orders are law. His punishments leave me shaking. His mouth is my undoing. I should hate him for owning me. I should run, scream, fight for freedom. But when he looks at me with those hungry eyes, I crave the cage he’s locked me in. Because being Milo’s possession feels better than being anyone else’s free man.

Hubert Parker and I had been together since our teenage years. We went from innocent first love to planning a lifetime together. But a week before our wedding, he died in a sudden accident. I cried until I nearly passed out, only to see strange messages flashing before my eyes. [Can someone please tell the poor female lead he’s not really dead?] [Hubert’s secret lover ran away after hearing about his wedding. He faked his death that very night and flew overseas to chase her. The female lead’s crying by his grave while the mistress is crying in his bed. This is killing me!] [What a pity. When he finally came back, she knew nothing and still married him with a smile…] Half a month later, news spread across Ashford that I was engaged to the heir of one of the city’s most powerful families. One of Hubert’s closest friends confronted me in disbelief. “It hasn’t even been that long since Hubert passed, and you’ve already found someone new?” “He’s gone. I can’t spend the rest of my life in mourning, can I?”

I could kill every wolf in my pack with what I grow in my greenhouse. That’s the only reason they let me live. No wolf. No rank. Just a healer’s hands that can save a life or stop one. Then the Alpha dies. And his son comes to claim the pack. Tarn. Scarred. Cold. Brutal. The blood heir of the man who murdered my mother. He walks past every ranked she-wolf in the territory. He points at me. “That one.” I can’t refuse a blood claim. But I can use it. He needs a healer because something is killing him from the inside. I need answers because his father destroyed my family and I’ve spent five years starving for the truth. Every time I heal him, the bond between us deepens. Every time it deepens, I hate him a little less. That’s the most dangerous part. His enforcer watches me like he’s waiting for something I haven’t figured out yet. The son of my mother’s killer. The man whose touch makes my greenhouse bloom in winter. The Alpha I was never supposed to want. I told myself I’d let him die. I told myself a lot of things.

Austin is the Beta of a thriving pack currently in a growth phase. He is about to turn 26 years old and still hasn't found his second chance mate so he will soon start looking for a love match. After being crushed on his 18th birthday by the rejection of his first mate he has continued to save himself in hopes that he will be one of the lucky few to get a second chance. Andrew is lower then an Omega. He is the lowest ranking wolf in a pack that they don't even have a term for them. All pack members are important but as his rank never moves up he never expected to have a mate nor aim for anything more then what he was. He knew young he was gay and after his stupid cousin rejected Beta Austin as his mate 8 years ago, killing Xavier instantly, his parents aren't as homophobic but he can't wait to know for sure he doesn't have a mate so he can get away from here. He just wants to find a nice man to settle down with away from his crazy family and pretend he isn't even a werewolf. No wolf would want a useless runt like him anyways.

I’m weak by just thinking he exudes big d*ck energy and to make it even better, I’ll make sure my guess was right. “Don’t think about him anymore, you’re hurting yourself! He defied your soul, your heart is more precious than gold” “I don’t give a shit, he’s my master and I’m his! Thousands of them dream of making love with me and he should be the one” Born to be a feeder and human is a curse for Heidi, after finishing her education she had to get back to the street to find a master while her sister was imprisoned on charges of killing her master. Heidi had to deal with a middle-class vampire who promised her to find the right master but she got tricked, on the night when the middle-class vampire forced her to sell her virg*n*ty to the designed master, a hazel-eyed billionaire vampire accidentally saved her. She fell in love with him but after finding the truth, her life upside down. Will Heidi choose her love over everything? Or leave Mr. Vampire for what he did? Rated 18+ This book contains NSFW: Sex, nudity, violence, etc. Read on your own risk

They call him a monster. A killer. The rogue wolf who slaughtered his own pack. But Aria Steele knows the truth the moment she finds him bleeding at her border: Kade is her fated mate. And her father, the most ruthless alpha in North America, will rip him apart the second he finds out. Aria has three days before the full moon ceremony where she’s supposed to accept another wolf’s claim. Three days before her father discovers the rogue she’s hiding in the old cabin. Three days before the pack that wants Kade dead tracks him to her territory. But Kade is keeping secrets. Dark ones. The kind that got his entire pack slaughtered and could get Aria killed for protecting him. When bodies start appearing on Steele land, torn apart by claws that aren’t quite wolf, Aria realizes the horror: Kade’s past didn’t just follow him here. It’s already inside her gates. Now she must choose: turn in her mate to save her pack, or trust the rogue everyone says is a murderer and face the monster he’s been running from all along. Because some bonds are worth killing for. And some secrets are worth dying to protect.

Gordon has fallen in love with Sharon since the first day he met her, even before knowing she is his chosen mate. But a lycan and a human mating has never been heard of and is forbidden, because human are fragile species and he could kill her in mating process but not being with her and loving her is already killing him. ****** Maxwell stay back and look at his son’s dishevel hair and resentful look, he questioned him. “Is she your mate?” “I don’t know” he sigh “I just have the fearful feeling whenever I see her, as if I might lose her.” He slowly places his hand on his shoulder, “Son, don’t take me wrong, but if she is not your mate you have to let her be. Sometime we feel attracted to things that are not meant to be.” He look at his father with painful eyes “What will happen to her when you find your mate, you know we have no control over us at that time. She is so young; you might end up breaking her.” “I have no control over my emotion when it concerns her, dad. I know you are right and I will distant myself from her once she is ok.”

Accused of killing her mate at just eighteen, her life was shattered beyond repair. As punishment, her wolf was crippled—left broken as a living reminder of a crime she never committed. By twenty-one, she was wolfless, mateless, and stripped of everything. Despite being the daughter of a Lycan King, she owned nothing but two pieces of faded clothing and a worn-out mat. Enduring countless punishments from her stepmother, stepsibling, and even her own biological father, she finally chose death over suffering. But that was when the true nightmare began. She woke up one morning pregnant. The identity of the father of the pup growing in her womb was a mystery, even to her. Her stepmother reveled in the disgrace, using the pregnancy to humiliate her further. But the shame didn’t last long. Because the most feared Alpha of all appeared—Alpha Draven, known for his brutality and merciless nature—claiming the child in her womb as his and demanding that she be placed under his care as she carried his heir. But little did she know that her own father and stepmother had sold her off to the Alpha King as a breeder. And when the truth finally began to unravel, she started to wonder, Was Alpha Draven her salvation… or the beginning of a far deadlier fate?

I was the Peacock Princess. On the day I came of age, suitors from every corner of the clan gathered, all eager to win my hand. I chose Silvan, the noble Green Peacock, believing him to be the finest of them all. But after our marriage, I gave birth to a third-tier White Peacock. When Silvan saw the child, his face twisted with fury. He snatched the baby from my arms, killing it in one brutal motion. In his rage, he attacked me, ripping me apart from neck to feather, and tossed my remains to the wild beasts for their feast. Meanwhile, my elder sister, who married a second-tier Blue Peacock, gave birth to a rare and magnificent Purple Peacock. Her husband was crowned the new King of All Birds because of their child. But when I opened my eyes again, I found myself back on the day I had first chosen Silvan. This time, he publicly rejected me, turning to my sister instead, convinced that marrying her would bring him the coveted Purple Peacock. I knew then that he had also been reborn. He believed he could change his fate and father a Purple Peacock with her. But in this lifetime, he wouldn't even be able to produce the humblest Black Peacock.

My son accidentally ate peanuts and suffered a severe allergic reaction. I threw away all the anti-allergy medication in the house and even hung up when he called 911 for help. I watched helplessly as his airway swelled shut and he suffocated to death. In my previous life, when my son struggled to breathe, I immediately drove him to the hospital. After an intense rescue effort, he survived, and I finally breathed a sigh of relief. However, my mother-in-law stormed in, furious, accusing me of being a monster and blaming me for nearly killing him. I hurried to explain that he was fine. Yet, when I presented the doctor's report and discharge paperwork, I was horrified to discover that they had turned into a death certificate. My son, who had been resting safely in the ICU, was gone. He had somehow appeared in the morgue. Refusing to accept it, I checked the surveillance footage. However, the footage clearly showed that my son never left the operating room. Instead, it was just me, talking to myself the entire time. I had no idea what was happening. No one believed me. They locked me in a psychiatric hospital. In the end, as my condition worsened, a swarm of frenzied patients attacked me and tore me apart alive.