Weakest Beast Tamer Gets All Sss Dragons

Stella Kaysyee Gonzales-Vasco grew up haunted by the absence of a father she never knew—dead before she was born. That void twisted into a desperate hunger for a father’s love, a craving only older men could fill. But what started as a need soon spiraled into an all-consuming obsession. Lisandro Giovell Constanzo—ten years older, dangerous, and untouchable—became the object of her darkest desires. She vowed to have him, no matter the cost. Married or not, nothing would stand in her way. When she discovers his wife cannot bear children, she seizes the chance to claim him completely—body and soul. Carrying his child, Stella is blind to the cruel truth: Lisandro is a beast—a ruthless, heartless monster. And now, she’s caught in his unforgiving grasp, trapped with no way out and no hope of escape.

Her family’s empire was reduced to ashes and the man who destroyed it just made her his wife. Aria Valente was born into power, beauty, and privilege, until the night the Moretti syndicate came for blood. With her father gone and her family name tarnished, she’s forced into a cruel bargain: marriage to Luca Moretti, the ruthless heir who burned her world to the ground. To Luca, she’s a pawn. A trophy. The last Valente standing, bound to him by vengeance and control. But the more he tries to break her, the more she ignites something dark inside him. Aria’s defiance becomes his obsession. His cruelty becomes her addiction. In a mansion built on secrets and sin, desire turns deadly and love becomes the ultimate punishment. Because when the beast falls for his captive bride… He’ll burn the whole world to keep her..

All because of Leo Cullen’s words, I gave up a place at a top-tier university in Ceres and stayed behind to retake the entrance exams with him—three times. By the fourth year, a girl arrived at our cram school, and Leo forgot the promise we made. He started skipping class, picking fights, smoking—doing everything but studying. One day, I stood at the school gate, blocking his path with a textbook in hand as he tried to ditch class. He smirked, unimpressed, and blew a bubble with his gum, letting it stick to the ends of my hair. “Naomi…,” he began, “who still cares about studying these days?” So I stopped caring and avoided him entirely. When he fooled around in the classroom, I went to the library. When he played basketball, I sat in a quiet corner with my books. Even when I craved noodles from my favorite shop, I’d scan the room first to make sure he wasn’t there. “Are you avoiding me, Naomi?” he asked later, his face in a frown. I shook my head. “Why would you think that?”

"Does my son fuck you this good? No? Then take this dick like the good girl you are." My father-in-law had me bent over the kitchen counter, hand clamped over my mouth to muffle my moans, while his son—my husband—called my name from upstairs... *** You think you know what you're getting into? You don't have a fucking clue. This isn't some tasteful romance where the camera pans away. This is the raw, uncut, NC-17 version of your filthiest 3 AM fantasies—the ones you'd never admit to anyone, not even yourself. We're talking Daddies who don't ask permission because you already gave it with those desperate eyes. Men old enough to be completely off-limits but experienced enough to make you forget your own name. They'll bend you over their desk, fuck you silent at family dinner, and make you call them Daddy while reminding you how young, and tight you are. Trigger warnings? Everything here is designed to trigger you. Age gaps that'll get you disowned. Rough hands leaving fingerprint bruises on your hips. Choking that blurs your vision while he calls you his perfect little slut. Public sex in places you'll never see the same way. Getting passed around because one man isn't enough. These men don't make love—they fuck, claim, own. They'll use every hole like it belongs to them because it does. Degrade and worship you in the same breath. Call you their dirty girl while balls deep making you scream. Now be a good girl, turn the fucking page, and let Daddy show you what you've been missing.

Dahil sa hirap ng buhay ay walang pagpipilian si Lucille kung hindi kumapit sa patalim. Kailangan niyang ipagamot ang nakababatang kapatid kung kaya’y pikit mata siyang pumayag sa isang kasunduan. She will spend the night and sleep with a rich and powerful man - Mr. Franco Delay Vega. Sa pagtapak niya sa Hotel kung saan sila magkikita ay abot-abot ang kaba niya. She doesn't know that a cunning and dangerous beast is impatiently waiting for her. Will Lucille find her escape or is she bound to a destiny beyond her control?

Living as the rejected Luna, how long would Aisha handle the pain caused by Duke—an Alpha whom she loved the most? Will it take long for her to stay? Or will she choose to escape from the pain he constantly inflicts? Can she live a life without her other half? These questions keep lingering inside her mind while trying to find answers; however, she chooses to set aside all her inhibitions and pain and focus on becoming his Luna, even if it means unrequited. Countless rejection Long nights of crying and bawling Endless times of feeling unloved. Aisha Elara Kensley came from a wealthy tribe of one of the pioneering tribes in the north, Caroline, the wife of Duke Collin. A brave woman that would do everything for her husband to love her; the man who despises her so much; chose and promised to stay by his side, for she believed this man would eventually change for the better. Duke Collin; the only son and heir of the Collin tribe, an Alpha without Luna, who believed was alongside with Kensley tribe for the longest time, destined to marry the only daughter of the Kensley tribe; both tribes we’re almost like families, and sealed the merging of both family through the wedding of both parties. Duke hated the two facts; him marrying and uniting with the woman he never loved, taking away the freedom he had worked out for years. Duke will do everything he can to make Aisha’s life—the chosen Luna become a living hell. Can love sprout between them? Will Aisha’s effort and constant reassurance will make Duke move? However, Aisha, growing tired of chasing Duke, brings her to the pit she was avoiding; for the moment she stopped running, Duke; the beast—had marked her.

They met during their childhood. A human and a beast. She should fear the red-eyed monster but her innocence prevailed. "Can you be my puppy? Your fur is so soft" She even finds the beast that is capable to slaughter her, adorable. But unknown to them, their meeting was a threat to both of their worlds. For decades, a line has been drawn between the human and the beast realms. Territories were marked to safeguard their lineage. No one dares to violate the implicit rule until fate and a prophecy interfered with their peace. Her world was cruel to her that despite being the daughter of the Duke, she was looked down upon by the royal peerage. She becomes an outcast in her own kingdom. Without a choice, she left home. And on her journey, she entered the realm forbidden to any humans. What awaits her in the realm of terrifying monsters her world had known? Will she remember the "puppy" she wanted for a pet? What would she do if she discovered it had turned out to be a ferocious Alpha beast? And will he, too, remember her? Or the untamed desire they both felt since their meeting will just lead them to the past they both forgot? Will they just let fate direct their tale or will their hearts dictate their fate?

No one has seen him, No one can tell what he looks like, No one can tell if he's human, wolf, dragon, elf or vampire. We've only heard his very deep, hoarse voice that doesn't sound so humanly. We only know he's a ruthless beast, And that beast is the king of all supernatural creatures -he is King Wymond. He is an abomination -a mistake made by the moon goddess. There are rumors that he is immortal -are there still any immortals in this age? He walks the lands every night and kills any soul that crosses path with him or it, He never lets anyone see him and doesn't attend public meetings. He's always inside his palace, with those two big gates locking him away and isolating him from the world. Weird! How did he ended up becoming the king then? Every five years, girls who have come of age (18years to 25years), from different species (werewolves, vampires, witches, elves and dragons) are taken to his palace. We don't know why they are taken there, And we dare not ask why, because asking why is death penalty. And strangely, all the girls taken to the palace always come back alive, but they end up losing their memories of what had happened in there. No one has enough courage to investigate and find out what's going on -investigating is like walking into the valley of death. These are stories my grandma always told me when I was a kid, I don't know if they are real or if she was saying those things just to scare me. But I still couldn't help but wonder if it's true, Why does those girls end up losing their memories? Could there be a deep secret behind those closed, big gates?

They were my brother’s best friends—the HawkThorne brothers. Wealthy, ruthless, and filthy enough to make the whole city drop to its knees. I was the good girl once. The perfect wife. Until my husband had sex with half my office and shoved me into an open marriage I never asked for. One night at a bar was supposed to be my rebellion—a dirty little secret to make me forget. I never expected to run into them. Six years had made them look harder, darker, and so much hotter. I shouldn’t have let them touch me. Shouldn’t have let them ruin me against a bathroom sink with their filthy mouths and rough hands. Three men. One night. No promises. But the eldest HawkThorne pressed a card into my palm before I could slip away. I thought I could handle them. Thought I could survive their obsession. Now I’m learning there’s no such thing as just sex with the HawkThorne brothers. They don’t share. They claim. They corrupt. And they’re coming for every last filthy piece of me.

The day before the spacecraft launch, I am anonymously reported for concealing a mental illness and lose my qualification to board. After being confined in a psychiatric hospital for three years, my husband, Simon Bergman, who is now a decorated figure in the aerospace field, personally brings me home. "I had no choice but to send you there. I even applied to be demoted just to bring you back. Let's just live our lives well from now on," Simon says. Burdened by guilt for affecting his career, I spend the rest of my life carefully taking care of him and busying myself in the kitchen as a dutiful wife. But before I die, my daughter finds the letter accusing me of having a mental condition—it is written in my husband's own hand. She also discovers decades of correspondence between him and a deceased war buddy's widow named Charmaine Marlowe. In those letters, he writes that to fulfill his buddy's dying wish to take care of Charmaine, he fabricates a false mental illness record and inserts it into my astronaut application. As a result, I was sent to the psychiatric hospital, and my position was taken by her. The glass shatters, and the sharp fragments pierce me, like they are stabbing into my heart. I was supposed to be the one to go to space. But my husband sacrificed my chance so that another woman could have it! I die in despair. When I open my eyes again, I am back on the day of the astronaut selection for the manned spacecraft launch. This time, when Simon offers to help submit my application, I refuse to let him.