Tokyo Revengers Ran Novels & Stories

“Tell me,” he said, low and dangerous. “Tell me who this cunt belongs to.” “You,” I panted, spreading wider, shameless. “It’s yours—please, Micaiah—” “Come on my cock,” he ordered through gritted teeth. “Show me how much you love being fucked by me.” ★⁠☆ Maliya comes home after two years abroad, hoping everything she ran from has finally cooled. But the moment she steps through the door, she realizes nothing has changed—especially not the one person she never wanted to face again. Micaiah. Her stepbrother. Her almost. Her reason for disappearing. She plans to keep her distance, start classes, rebuild her life… until her parents drop the news: they’ve transferred her to a new university, the one where Micaiah works as a professor. And they’re leaving for a three-month honeymoon, meaning she and Micaiah will be living in the same house. Alone. Maliya tells herself she can handle it. But Micaiah has his own ideas about unfinished business. Three months isn’t long… unless you’re stuck with the one person you swore you’d never fall for again.

I was diagnosed with cancer. After much deliberation, I called my husband. He fell silent for a long while. “Most of our mortgage is unpaid, and our children need money for school. You should go for conservative treatment.” I called my mother while weeping. “You’re so troublesome. None of my friends or family have cancer!” I stopped crying and started living for myself. God favored me and let me see reality early in my life. He even gave me a chance to start over.

On the day of our wedding, Liam Hopkins’ childhood sweetheart stood by the bridge, threatening to take her own life. The moment he hung up the phone, he was ready to leave. Desperately, I clung to his sleeve. “Liam, if you walk out that door, it’s over between us!” “Diana! This is a matter of life and death. I’ll marry you, but don’t make a scene!” With those words, he turned and rushed away, leaving me standing alone. Determined, I spun around and completed the wedding vows with another man. But later, he dared to ask why I didn’t wait for him. I laughed coldly. “Belated love? It’s cheaper than dirt.”

I'm the orphan girl adopted by the Moretti family, which was the biggest mafia family on the East Coast. The current Don Grayson Moretti was my best friend growing up. At a family banquet, somebody slipped him an aphrodisiac and I slept with him. Good news: the experience was incredible. He was absolutely massive and we went at it eight times in a single night. Bad news: I'm pregnant. He's just put out a massive bounty, ordering every man he has to hunt down the woman who vanished from his bed a month ago. The Moretti family has eyes on every street in New York. Not even a rat can dig a hole without him knowing. I forced my face into something calm and clapped him on the shoulder. "Gray, that girl from that night — did you find her? What are you going to do?" Grayson let out a cold laugh. "Break every bone she's got. Burn her to ash. Scatter what's left."

Aria Moonvale was born to be Luna—until the night her mate chose her best friend. Humiliated before her pack and betrayed by the bond she trusted, Aria shattered her mating bond and fled, carrying scars that would never heal. The Moon Goddess stayed silent. Fate turned cruel. Wounded and hunted, Aria crossed into forbidden Lycan territory, where mercy was rare and kings were monsters. There, she met Ronan Blackfang—the Lycan King feared across all lands. Cold. Ruthless. Untouchable. One night destroyed the walls she built. By morning, Aria ran again—this time carrying a secret powerful enough to shake kingdoms. Five years later, Aria lives in hiding with her triplets, children born with ancient power and the unmistakable blood of a king. She believes she has escaped fate. She is wrong. When Ronan finally finds her, he doesn’t beg. He doesn’t ask. He claims. Betrayals resurface. War brews. The Moon Goddess reveals the truth too late. And Aria must face the mate she never wanted—and the destiny she cannot outrun—as the Lycan King’s secret triplets awaken their true power.

On the day I discovered I was pregnant, my husband's first love—who also happened to be my half-sister—returned.

I spent eight years raising Dante's children. Three of them, and every single one belonged to him and his arranged wife Bianca. Not one was mine. I fought against it. I really did. But the Costello family needed heirs, and my background was too ordinary. The family would never accept me. Dante always had something to say about it. "Nora, once Bianca has the baby, I'll take you to the States. You can go to art school, open your own gallery. It's what your mother always wanted, isn't it?" Then Bianca had a son, and suddenly the family needed a daughter too, someone they could marry off to another faction. When the daughter came, the elders stepped in and said the mob was a bloody business and you needed enough children to guarantee the line would continue. Eight years. I went from Dante's lover to something worse than a servant. Then I got pregnant. I was so happy I could barely breathe when I told him. I thought this baby would finally be our way out. But there was no smile on his face. Just a look that was pained and apologetic, like he already knew what he was going to say. "Nora, you don't have a place in this family. Neither does your child. He'd disrupt the line of succession. We can't let him be born." I pressed my hand to my stomach, just barely starting to show. Hot tears hit the floor. Fine. If we couldn't leave together, I would leave alone.

During a fight with my husband, he shoved me. My stomach bumped into the couch’s armrest. Just then, his childhood friend called him, sobbing. “Caleb, hurry, come to Cloudpeak Hotel and save me! My boss got me drunk, and now he’s forcing me to serve our client…” I nearly blacked out from the twisting pain in my stomach. I begged him to take me to the hospital. However, my husband said, “There’s a life at stake here! Can you not be so cruel?” He left, slamming the door behind him. I had no choice but to call for an ambulance. That night, he spent the night with his childhood friend, while I lay in the operating theater, undergoing emergency surgery. Good news, Caleb Gordon! You'd never have children again! Weren’t you glad? You deserved it!

Troubled and distressed that her parents wanted her to marry someone she doesn't even know, Dalmi caught herself swimming on the sea of liquors. She thought of one thing: To breach her parents' order by following her peers' prank: Get impregnated by the perilous, snobbish man of her fallen daydreams, Casimir Thompson. It was insane. He couldn't even lay his eyes on her and it was beyond impossible. But Casimir was the only man she wanted. She swore to herself that she'd rather get impregnated with someone she desired rather than a stranger. Will she be able to ran away from her ill-fated marriage? Will this prank be successful or will it gone wrong?

Angela White had no love lost for her pack. They hated her as much as she hated them. Why? Because her father had a falling out with his former best friend, the Alpha and he chose to shun him. The entire pack took their Alpha’s side and shunned her father and her entire family, disregarding the fact that no one knew the reason for the fight. Because of this, Angela grew up hating her pack. But she was also determined to restore her family’s standing in the pack to make sure her brother did not grow up shunned like she did. She would enter into the Grand Hunt and when she won, her prize would be the Alpha’s forgiveness. It was a simple enough plan. Until the Alpha’s son came into the picture. Louis Knights was arrogant, handsome, powerful and everything Angela hated. He’d also joined his father to shun her family even though he’d been in the ideal position to find out the cause of the fight and perhaps resolve it. So yes, Angela hated him. He had always avoided taking part in the Hunt. That is, until the year that Angela planned to join. His presence there would make it twice as hard for Angela to win but not impossible. However, the unexpected appearance of a rogue wolf forces Angela to let go of the tight hold she had on her wolf in order to protect herself. In that moment, her wolf reached out to her mate, and Louis