Sans Sakin Thi

Lustre Brown, a lowly omega that was abandoned at birth had never felt like she belonged anywhere until she met Alpha Luca, a powerful alpha intent on doing anything to become the most powerful alpha in Silvercrest. He promised Lustre a life of power and glamor by using her as a sex weapon to bring down his greatest enemies and Lustre easily compiled, grateful to be useful and indispensable. But after she got a mission to infiltrate the most powerful and feared pack in Silvercrest by seducing Alpha Fleki, known as The Rogue to the entire population of Silvercrest, she's soon thrown into a world of high stakes, power play, and bloodshed. And she'll soon realize that this might just be one mission that she won't get out of it alive.

Returning home from abroad two years after graduating from MIT with two PHDs. Samantha Logan was excited to share the good news with her father only to be welcomed with a big shot which potentially changed her life. Coincidentally, the mafia boss her father owed was at her father's residence that day to request for his money, but the moment Samantha walked in, he changed his mind and requested for a different thing. She was given the option to become the slave of Lord Damian to cover the debt of her father. They say the sins of the father shall be bestowed upon the children.. Does she have a chance with a cold blooded Mafia boss who doesn't think twice before killing and would do anything and everything to stay alive?

One year had gone by since my husband got married to me. I went back to the company for a celebration party. I'd just taken my seat when a woman with a Cartier ring around her finger splashed a glass of red wine in my face. "That's the chairman's seat, you slut! Who are you? How dare you take his seat!" The guests surrounded me and grabbed my hands and feet. Someone even kicked me down to the ground. I held my fury back. "I'm the chairman's wife! Matthew Grayson is my husband!" The woman yanked my hair and sneered at me. "So, you're the bitch he's forced to marry. He's already generous enough, letting you marry him. You live on his money, and now you're trying to steal his place and be the boss. I know sluts like you know no shame! Guards, throw her out!" I laughed mirthlessly. The man who leeched off me thought he could call the shots now. Still, I kept my fury in check and called his number. "Hello, Matthew. Did you tell everyone I lived on your money and that you're the boss of the company?"

“If you leave here now, consider this marriage over!” “Anna.” Davy gasped, his eyes searching mine, but I folded my arms, my resolve unwavering. “You don’t mean this. Look, I will only spend a day, and I will be back to you.” “If you walk out that door, you might as well call a lawyer, because the next time you see me will be in court.” I repeated slowly, firmly, staring straight into his eyes so he knew I wasn’t bluffing. “It’s your choice.” The air between us was thick, almost suffocating and I held my breath, waiting for him to choose. But I should have known this was Davy. There was no hesitation in his eyes as he turned his back on me and walked away. *** There was one thing Anna Sinclair hated more than the color yellow: her husband’s profession. And there was one thing Davy Hale Walton loved more than his wife: that same profession. But how will they coexist?

Two years ago, she was convicted of deliberately injuring the woman he loved. To him, her crime was unforgivable. He had her found guilty and was thrown into prison, destroying not only her leg but also every shred of her pride. Now, two years later, she believes she has finally clawed her way out of hell. She swears never to cross paths with him again, never to let their life interact again. But some devils never let go. And the man who once ruined her… is the very one who refuses to release her.

During the mandatory freshman orientation camp, my skin had flared up with a severe allergic reaction, so I didn't use the plastic washbasin the school handed out. Instead, I opened my suitcase and took out the custom silver basin I had brought from home. My roommate, Louisa Carter, immediately made a snide remark, drawling, "You're really something, huh? Kids from broke families like us are lucky to have any basin at all." I didn't bother responding. I simply pulled out my facial essence to do a cold compress, but she immediately rushed over, slapped the bottle out of my hand, and jabbed a finger at my face. "Bet you get tens of thousands a month for living expenses. You have a sugar daddy, don't you? Don't you feel guilty making your folks work their fingers to the bone back on the farm? People like you don't deserve to be at our school. I'm reporting you to the student counselor." I laughed in disbelief and slapped her. … The next morning, the family photo I'd left on my desk had been slashed to ribbons. Across the back, carved in ink, were the words: 'Daughter of a homewrecker. Go to hell.' I went straight to the police. While officers pulled the dorm security footage, our student counselor and the university president rushed in. The moment the president saw the man whose face had been cut apart in my photo, his legs nearly buckled. He almost dropped to his knees.

⚠️ Trigger Warnings: Contains explicit sexual content, consensual power dynamics, manipulation, dominance/submission themes, obsession, emotional degradation, and morally gray characters. 18+ only. Reader discretion is advised. My Reluctant Plaything is a raw, intoxicating collection of gay erotica where lust blurs the lines between love and control. Every story is a clash of dominance and resistance of men who crave power and those who refuse to kneel... until they do. From ruthless mafia heirs and calculating professors to damaged billionaires and possessive strangers, these stories dive deep into forbidden desires, reluctant submission, and the thrilling high of surrendering to the one man you shouldn't want. It’s not about romance. It’s about obsession. They said no. But their bodies said everything else.

I loved Lucian for years and gave up everything to save his life, but all I got in return was disgust in his eyes. In my past life, I was forced to become his mate, but in the end, I died under the claws of the feral wolves he sent after me, and he even snapped my brother Marcus's neck with his own teeth. The night I was reborn, I made a different choice. I let my rival Ayara have what she wanted. I married the brutal Prince Draven in her place, the one rumors said would "kill his bride," and she got to run off and save Lucian. But when the wedding car door opened, the person who stepped out was the gentle boy I'd met when I was five years old. "Take a closer look, sweetheart. Am I really as terrifying as the rumors say?" His amber eyes were full of warmth and affection. Turns out, he'd staged twelve fake weddings just waiting for me to grow up. By the time Lucian got on his knees and begged me to come back, it was already too late; I was Draven's Luna now.

Mereka bilang, hubungan antara anak kembar akan lebih kuat dari apapun. Raya merasakan itu sendiri. Ketika ia terpaksa hidup terpisah dengan saudari kembarnya - Freya, mereka tetap hidup bersama melalui cerita yang dibagi melalui surat-surat. Namun semuanya berubah ketika surat-surat dari Freya tak pernah lagi datang, disertai dengan mimpi buruk yang konstan dimana dirinya berada dikegelapan dengan suara Freya meminta tolong yang menggema dari dinding yang tak terlihat. Something happened to Freya. Dan Raya bertekad untuk mengungkap keberannya.

My African American Mom married a rich Japanese man. As I moved the skeleton of my new bed next to the window, I felt a gaze focused on me. Outside my window, was the house next door. The house shape was similar to ours, so it also had a window facing mine at the same level. Standing there on the other side was a skinny Japanese boy. As soon as I laid eyes on him, he stiffened, then shyly smiled and waved. His hair was all over the place, seeing him in his tanktop I thought to myself that he must've just rolled out of bed. But wasn't it the afternoon already? The boy says something but of course I can't hear him with my window closed so I slide it open. "Eto....hi." He tried in English. If someone were to tell me later I'd come to care about him deeply, I'd find that hard to believe. For as long as I could remember I've always felt empty. And that emptiness, I hid on instinct.