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Torn Between Two Alphas, My Mate Or His Cousin?

Torn Between Two Alphas; My Mate Or His Cousin? Synopsis Everyone always said the Alpha never touched the same woman twice. Reina believed that too. But everything changed the moment she came of age. Her scent sweet, impossible to ignore and got her to the Alpha’s bed. From that night on, the Alpha couldn’t stay away. Night after night, he dragged her to his bed. They said she was lucky. Special. Chosen. As an omega, she never dreamed a powerful Alpha like him would even glance her way. She thought maybe, just maybe, fate had finally smiled on her. Maybe she would get her own happy ending. But everything crashed the moment she found out she was pregnant. That same week, the Alpha married his Luna… and shoved her aside like trash — kept only as a body to use. Heartbroken and humiliated, she ran. With nothing but her pride and the baby growing inside her. And for two long years, she stayed hidden… until one pack meeting changed everything. The Alpha saw her. His favorite obsession… wasn’t dead. She hadn’t vanished. From that moment, the Alpha lost his mind. He claimed he never stopped looking for her. Said he went mad searching. He wanted her back — all of her. Her body, her heart, and the child he swore was his. He said he wanted to make things right. He begged for forgiveness. Promised her a new life. Promised their son a future. Reina wanted to believe him. But her mate — the man who took her when everyone abandoned her held her hand tightly. “Please,” he said, voice breaking. “Don’t go back to my cousin. Your soul is tied to mine.”
Candice3 · 3.2k Views

His Favorite Poison: till death make us worse

Title: His Favorite Poison: Until Death Makes Us Worse Genre: Dark Romance | Psychological Thriller | Possessive Male Lead | Tragedy | Obsession --- Synopsis: It started with a scream. Mira Thorne kicked the back of the driver’s seat, rage and fear blending in her bloodshot eyes. “Stop the car!” she shouted, her voice cracking. But the men in front only glanced at her through the rearview mirror—smirking, silent, and cruel. She kicked again. Harder. The car swerved. CRASH! Glass shattered. Tires screamed. The car flipped, spun, then hit a ditch with a thud. Mira’s body slammed into the door. Pain tore through her, but she didn’t wait. She crawled out. Ran. A flash of headlights nearly blinded her—another car almost crushed her bones, but she dove aside at the last second. Blood in her mouth. Her limbs shaking. Then she saw the forest. Thick. Dark. Unforgiving. She ran straight down the hill—stumbled—rolled—tumbled into the trees. The air tore her lungs, but she didn’t stop. Behind her, car doors slammed. Footsteps followed. “Stop running, Mira!” She didn’t. Gunshots rang out. Bang! A searing pain exploded in her arm. She screamed, fell again, rolled over dry leaves and stone. Still, she rose. And then… She saw it. A mansion. Dark stone. Down the hill. Looming like a sleeping beast. She ran. Her legs barely holding. Her blood soaking her sleeve. And just as she stumbled past a cluster of trees—she saw him. Standing at the edge of the mansion’s balcony. A glass of wine in hand. Eyes sharp and expression unreadable. Damien Voss. She screamed, desperate, broken. “Help me!” He only raised an eyebrow. And behind him—two tigers stepped into view, their fur glinting in the moonlight. Mira froze. The men still chased her. Gunshots behind. Her vision swam. Her legs gave out. But she stood. She ran toward the tigers. They lunged. She dodged—barely. Her mind screamed to survive. Her body obeyed. She reached the edge. Damien tilted his head. She collapsed in front of him, kneeling, gasping, kowtowing at his feet. > “Please… save me.” He crouched down, cold eyes meeting hers. His fingers curled under her chin. > “If I save you… what do I gain?” Behind them, one of the pursuers screamed— A tiger ripped into him. The others tried to escape. Too late. Damien raised his hand. The tigers stopped. Silent. Obedient. One man’s body was already torn open on the grass. Mira trembled. > “I’ll give you anything,” she whispered. “Money?” “Everything. My soul. My life. Just let me live.” Damien’s lips curved. He chuckled. Low. Dark. He waved his hand. Bullets rained. His guards appeared from the shadows and opened fire—merciless and precise. Mira flinched as blood splattered beside her. She didn’t dare move. --- If I can’t be happy, nobody can,” Mira says. “If I want you to be happy, you will be,” Damien replies. “I’ll kill anyone who stands in my way—including you.” “Then I’ll buy coffins for both of us—or we can share one.” “I’ll be your poison.” “Then I’ll take it.” “I will never be with you.” “Then you’ll be the reason the world ends.” “I don’t care if the world drowns in blood.” “Then I’ll make it happen—and you’ll be the star of the show, my little pet.” ____ She called herself a thorn. A curse. A walking poison. He called her entertainment, obsession—his favorite game. Even when he vomited blood, he reached for her. I told you I will be your death she said > “I’m attracted to poisonous flowers,” he replied “Till death tears us apart,” she whispered as she watch him frown in pain from the poison. “Till death tears us never,” he swore, pressing his lips to hers. warning warning the FL and the ml are red flags
Black_3812 · 3.5k Views

My Emporium In Another World

One day, I was dying being stabbed by an “unsatisfied” client, leaving me in a cold dark alley with only my memories and regrets. I closed my eyes looking and my friend, the moon itself, my sole companion who will actually care for my final rest. The next day, I was awake and alive, in the same body type, but with a different face, a new name and in another place. I was not in that alley anymore, I was in an old vintage type of room. Next thing I knew, all the memories of the dead person whose body I took over came over me. Turns out, I, was now Amelia Cora Baker, a girl whose mother left her living in the family as a servant while she and her new family would get all the spoils and left Amelia to fed out of scraps. But I wasn’t going to let them use me as they see fit! I would avenge the original Amelia and impersonate her with my knowledge in business and marketing and get out of the house as soon as possible! My plan consists in getting out of the house, get a job or sell products as I see fit, find a place to settle down, create my own business and last but not least, stay away from snobby nobles and marriage proposals. Next thing I knew, I literally made my OWN Emporium! My life could not be better right? Wait, what do you mean that the pair of enslaved twins that I rescued, safely helped them and raised them, turned out to be big shots?! What?! You mean the baby girl who I found in the road was the lost princess of a neighbouring Empire?! Huh?! What do you mean that my little half-Elf boy became the new King of Elves? What’s next?! That the man that got me pregnant is actually the new Tyrant of this Kingdom?! . . . Oh no. . . . . . . Author’s note: If you are looking for: — A self-sufficient female main character — A unique plot — A mom-type of main character — Europe background — Steampunk technology — West Fantasy (elves, fairies, wizards,etc) You are in the right book! If you are looking for: — Cliche’s — Female main character who marrieds his one night stand. — Who is willing to be submissive to men. — Asian or East culture plot. Am afraid you’ll have to look for such book(s) else where. —————— 2nd author’s note: I left the story for so long, that I feel the need re-write it. I will rewrite. I suggest you keep an eye open for old chapters before new ones.
MelodySymphony · 49.6k Views

MASTERPIECE OF RUIN

The room was thick with the smell of wine. January 2025, Aezren leaned against the couch with wine in his hand, His eyes red like the sun during an eclipse, while his hair a chaotic Blonde framed his face with eerie elegance, hoping not to be disturbed by the screams of people. He was the Grim Reaper and the cause of people’s misfortunes, so it was only natural that he was embraced by screams day and night. Without a moment’s notice, he heard another person cursing him. “Not this again…” he groaned as he got up. He sipped his wine as he watched the drunk woman cursing him from the reflection on his wine. Lavinia stood on the parapet wall with high heels, ready to fall at any moment. Her red lipstick messed up, her skin a shade of bright olive, her hair had faded black hair dye, her eyes a shade of deep green, reminiscent of the forest. Her movements came out unstable as she screamed out, “Seems like all doom is attracted to me!” she laughed, tears rolled down her face. “I’m really not,” Aezren scoffed as he rolled his eyes. His eyes blew into saucers at a closer look at her face. “That face, it’s her!” he exclaimed. “I can’t let her die,” he pleaded with desperation as his “heart” raced. Aezren put his glass of wine back on the table with telekinesis as he stood up and teleported to Lavinia. However, it was already too late and she jumped off. Aezren jumped off of the terrace and held her in his arms as he floated in the air. He quickly took her back to the terrace before anybody could notice. Lavinia shut her eyes tight, hoping for the worst to happen—her death. She opened her eyes soon after she realized that she was on solid ground. “What is it,” she smiled, “Am I in heaven or hell?” she walked as she wondered. She was in her own world. “You’re in none,” Aezren told her, about to crash out at her obliviousness. But of course, she was half rat — drunk as hell. He let out a deep sigh. She didn’t listen. He recited some sort of spell, his index and middle finger pointed at her. Since alcohol has similar affects to being dead, it was easy enough for him to get her to be sober. She blinked in surprise. “Wh…Who are you?” she stammered, taking steps back defensively. “Be my muse.” He asked her. He has been searching for a her for over 4 centuries now. Having been living for so long, he has started making paintings to pass time. He has her face like a fuzzy faded painting in his head, and he has always struggled to capture her in his paintings. Finding her was a dream come true for him. She couldn’t die. Not before he painted her. Lavinia’s breath hitched. She was hit with nausea and dizziness. “Please.. please leave me alone!” She begged, her voice came out louder than she wanted it to. Aezren stared at her, his expression unreadable. “I didn’t save you because I care about your life,” he said, voice low. “I saved you because you have a face that doesn’t belong to this era.” Lavinia’s breath hitched again, her head spinning, “What the hell does that even mean…?” “I’ve seen you before. In dreams, in sketches, in brush strokes I never finished.” He sighed, “Centuries of searching. And suddenly, you’re on a rooftop, yelling about doom like some half-broken opera.” “You’re insane,” she whispered, backing away. He didn’t argue. “Probably,” he said with a shrug. “But I don’t care what you believe. You’re here. And I need to paint you before you disappear again.” Lavinia blinked, confusion and fear wrestling inside her. But something about him—his tone, his posture, the weird mix of detachment and obsession—made her pause. Her stomach flipped. The room still spun, but she wasn’t sure if it was just the wine anymore. “Okay,” she said slowly, swallowing hard. TW: Might include topics or references to Self harm. Reader discretion is recommended.
Expressive_Potatoe · 11.3k Views