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Desired by the Famous Rake of Monclair

[WARNING: MATURE CONTENT] Penelope Anderson, long past the age society deems “marriageable” and burdened by rumor, devotes herself to securing a perfect match for her younger sister after experiencing an unsuccessful courtship. Everything proceeds as planned until Lord Anthony Ravenport, a notorious rake she once met under scandalous circumstances, becomes her sister’s most promising suitor. Though Penelope knows he is dangerously unsuitable, his status makes him impossible to refuse. As tensions rise, so does an undeniable attraction between Penelope and Anthony, one that threatens to ruin not only her sister’s future, but the fragile reputation of their entire family. *** “Why do you despise me so much that you consider everything I do unworthy of your blessings!” he demanded, eyes bright with frustration and restrained fury. “Because you are unworthy of one!” she yelled back, her gaze holding the same frustration as his. “You’re unworthy to be a husband, unworthy of my sister, unworthy of love, unworthy of everything! Your presence is only making things worse for Franseca,” “And your presence isn’t?!” he spat back, his composure gradually dwindling as seconds passed. “Just because you think you’re better off unmarried doesn’t make her one. She shows interest in me as much as I do her!” “Oh, is that so?” She countered, mockery and disbelief laced in her tone. “I know men like you. And men like you thrive on pity and selfishness, believing women to be nothing else but breeders and assets! How dare you speak of interest when all you think of is what benefit my sister possesses!” “I know women like you,” he retorted, keeping his voice likewise. “Women whose conclusions are based on personal grudges. Women who are blinded by rage, envy, and jealousy, disguised under safety. Women whose hearts are hardened by grief and sorrow, and all they can think of is affecting other people’s lives!” “How dare you,” Penelope seethed, expression cold in fury and her gaze heated in cold rage. No one has ever talked to her the way he did, and it annoyed her to such an extent that she could barely recognize herself anymore. “Oh, are you pained?” he demanded, mockery plastered in his expression. They were so close, so improperly close that breath fanned against each other, eyes brightened in rage, chest rising and falling from such pressure. “You are… insufferable!” She spat. “And you’re… aggravating!” he returned, hot breath matching hers, as their chest rose and fell in exasperation. For a moment, the world revolved around heated glares and venomous expressions. Finally, those pair of grey eyes left the storm of dark-brown ones, descending on her lips that were only an inch away. Sensing his diverted attention, her breath stuttered in response, eyes descending against those inviting red lips. Her heart raced wildly, breath puffing furiously as she swallowed the lump down her throat, unconsciously wetting her lips. “S-Stay away… from my sister,” She said, words barely above a whisper. Her heart raced, echoing in her ears, causing her to feel dizzy. His eyes darkened. “You’ll be the end of me,” he whispered back, almost like a plea. And in the blink of an eye, his lips crashed against hers. *** PS: BASED ON HISTORICAL SETTINGS AND TIMELINE. #Slowburnromance #enemiestolovers A/N: There will be slow updates for now, until I conclude “Surrendered To The Lord Of Sin”. Although this is my entry for WSA 2026. Thank you for trying this out!
Ace_zza · 23.6k Views

WHY I CAN'T HATE YOU

"I told you not to touch her!" Adrian’s voice thundered through the air as his fist connected again, blood spraying. His jaw was clenched, his teeth grinding with rage. I grabbed at his arm, desperate. “Adrian, stop! Please, you’ll kill him!” But he didn’t hear me. His fury was deafening. "Today, I will kill you," he growled, raising his fist once more. “Adrian!” I cried, pulling harder. My hands trembled against the iron of his grip, but it was like trying to move a mountain. Finally, with a sharp jerk, he shoved the man aside and seized my wrist. His grip was unyielding, his eyes burning like embers. Without a word, he dragged me toward his car. I stumbled beside him, breathless. His silence was more terrifying than his rage. The car roared to life, and he slammed his foot on the accelerator. The world blurred past us, headlights slicing through the night. “Adrian—stop! We’ll die like this!” My voice cracked, every word trembling. “Please! Slow down!” His gaze snapped to me, dark and dangerous. For a long second, he didn’t speak. Then, finally, he loosened his grip on the wheel, easing the car just enough to stop my heart from shattering. "Are you insane?!" he burst out, voice raw. "I could have smashed your face against the glass!" His lips curled into a vicious sneer. "Why did you come between us?" His voice was low, deadly. “Because I had to!” I shouted, anger spilling out. “I won’t let you kill him!” “You think I care?” His voice dripped venom. “I want to kill him right now.” My words tangled in my throat. I had nothing left to fight him with—except one truth. “I won’t let him marry Tessy!” I screamed, chest heaving. His jaw clenched so tight I thought it might break. He didn’t reply. The silence was suffocating, broken only by the growl of the engine as we reached the hostel gates. I yanked the door open, ready to escape his fury. But before I could step out, his voice sliced through the night like a blade. "NEXT TIME—I WILL KILL HIM if he touches you again." His eyes locked onto mine, burning, unrelenting. His teeth were clenched, his whole body vibrating with rage. Adrian, a vampire, falls in love with Eira, a human—but tries to show that he hates her. But how long will he be able to hide his true feelings? Do you think this is what’s written in their destiny? And is their love strong enough to change their fate?
HemaaniMishra · 145.4k Views

Sold to the DEVIL

SOLD TO THE DEVIL Daniella Montenegro has spent her entire life paying for sins that were never hers. Her mother’s death. Her father’s failures. Her brother’s reckless choices. At twenty, she dances under neon lights each night just to keep food on the table for a family that has never protected her in return. When the man she was meant to marry disappears on their wedding day, Daniella believes humiliation is the worst fate waiting for her. She is wrong. By nightfall, her father’s gambling debts come due, and desperate men make desperate bargains. To settle what he owes, he offers the only thing he has left of value. His daughter. Blindfolded and delivered like payment, Daniella is taken to the secluded estate of Santiago Torres Mendoza, a man whispered about in business circles and feared everywhere else. Powerful, controlled, and mercilessly private, Santiago is not a man who explains his decisions, only enforces them. Daniella arrives with nothing: no freedom, no allies, and no way to escape. And she carries a secret of her own. Two months pregnant with a child whose father she cannot name, she is forced to sign a contract that claims her body, her future, and her unborn child. Survival becomes her only goal as she is pulled into Santiago’s dangerous world of luxury negotiations, shadowed alliances, and corruption powerful enough to erase lives without consequence. But everything changes the moment Santiago truly looks at her. Because Daniella Montenegro has her mother’s face, the face of the woman he lost twenty-three years ago. A woman whose disappearance left wounds that time never healed and secrets buried deep enough to destroy empires. What begins as a transaction becomes a fragile and dangerous alliance. As enemies close in and the truth about Daniella’s past begins to surface, Santiago finds himself protecting the one person he was never meant to care about, while Daniella discovers that the most terrifying prison is not the contract that binds her, but the man whose darkness may be the only thing keeping her alive. In a world ruled by power, loyalty, and betrayal, the greatest threat is not the devil who bought her… But the woman who refuses to belong to anyone.
Kim_Li_0078 · 147.6k Views

The Howls of his Love.

This is a war romantasy of forbidden bonds between wolves, vampires and witches. VOLUME I : THE HOWLS OF HIS LOVE. War is coming. For a thousand years, witches, vampires, and werewolves have hated each other, each race waiting for the moment the fragile peace finally shatters. Malachai Saint Von Jhering, known to the world as Kai, the Alpha King of the Wolf Race, is hiding a truth that could destroy them all. He is not just a wolf. He is wolf, vampire, and witch. A tribreed born from bloodlines that were never meant to mix. If the supernatural world discovers what he truly is, every race will hunt him, and the war that follows will burn the world to ash. Chloe never expected to be bound to the most feared Alpha alive. But as ancient secrets begin to surface and alliances crumble, she finds herself caught in a conspiracy far bigger than any pack. Because Kai is not just the key to ending the war. He might be the reason it begins. And when the world turns against them, only one truth remains: "Let them hate us. It has always been me and you from the start." VOLUME II: THE LYCAN WAR The war has begun. Humans have created a virus capable of wiping out every werewolf alive, and they plan to use it. But they are not the only ones searching for the weapon. Witches want it. Vampires want it. And the Lycans will burn the world before they let it fall into the wrong hands. Now Kai and Chloe must race against time to destroy the virus before it becomes the spark that ignites the greatest war the supernatural world has ever seen. Because some secrets can end a war. Others can end the world. VOLUME III: To save the werewolf race, Kai now known as Malachai, attempts to unite werewolves, witches and vampires as the supreme leader to wage a war on the humans and force them into submission. Chloe is the key to this new world. The hope of a better future. All she has to do is stand by Malachai's side. It's easier said than done as she navigates a world that shouldn't be fueled by rage and revenge. VOLUME IV: THE FINAL BATTLE: One last dance between Chloe and Malachai. The end is near.
Balqees · 96.1k Views

A Scandal By Any Other Name

BOOK TWO OF THE HAMILTON SERIES WARNING: A Regency Era novel. Adult content with detailed smut…Read at you own risk⚠️⛔️ Genre: Historical Romance / Smut / Enemies-to-Lovers / Mystery / Comedy / Found family [Book Two of the Hamilton Series. Can be read as a standalone, but better enjoyed after Lady Ines’ Scandalous Hobby.] To the world, Duke Rowan Hamilton is the perfect gentleman. But in the bedroom, he is a man possessed. Rowan Hamilton has it all: a Ducal title, the face of a fallen angel, and a smile that makes debutantes faint. He is the "Golden Duke"—charming, responsible, and utterly adored by society. But it’s all a lie. Beneath the coats and polite manners, Rowan is a man haunted by a ghost. For three years, he has remained faithful to the memory of a masked woman who stole a kiss, bested him at a game of chance, and vanished into the night. He doesn't want any one as his wife; he wants her. When his domineering aunt tires of his bachelorhood, she hires London’s most notorious underground matchmaker to force the issue. Enter Miss Delaney Kingsley. She is sharp-tongued, infuriatingly competent, and entirely unimpressed by his title. Her mission? To drag Rowan to the altar with the season’s "Diamond," Lady Celine, within three months to collect the juicy payment Rowan’s aunt had to offer. Rowan intends to fire the meddlesome woman. But when Delaney looks at him with those hazel, intelligent eyes and orders him around like a young lad, he feels the first spark of life he’s felt in years. He decides to play her game. He will let her find him a wife. But he has no intention of choosing anyone even Lady Celine. "You were hired to find me a Duchess, Miss Kingsley. But the only person I want in my duchy and in my bed... is you." As mysteries turn into forbidden nights and the bickering turns into scorching passion, Rowan begins to suspect that his matchmaker is hiding a secret of her own. She moves like a shadow, handles a rifle like a soldier, and tastes exactly like the ghost he’s been hunting for three years. What to Expect: * High Stake Mystery: They try to untangle themselves from the Farrington’s trap. * The Golden Retriever Duke: Who turns into a possessive Alpha behind closed doors. * The Matchmaker Trope: She’s trying to marry him off; he’s trying to take her clothes off. * High Heat: Slow burn that explodes into intense smut. * Competence Kink: He falls harder every time she bosses him around. * Cameos: Featuring the chaotic domestic life of Duchess Ines and Duke Carcel (and their baby Harry!). Excerpt: "Your Grace, please focus," Delaney snapped, adjusting his cravat with efficient, gloved hands. "Lady Celine is waiting in the ballroom. You must look at her as if she is the only woman in the world." Rowan caught her wrist, stopping her movements. He stepped into her space, backing her against the heavy oak door of the study, his "Golden Boy" mask slipping to reveal the hunger beneath. "And how, exactly, does one do that, Miss Kingsley?" he whispered, his voice rough. "Show me." "I—I cannot show you, It I s not in my place to—" "Then teach me," he growled, lowering his head until his lips brushed the sensitive skin of her neck. "Teach me how to pretend I am not burning alive every time you walk into a room."
Cameron_Rose_8326 · 893.5k Views

A DUKE'S CRIMSON SCANDAL

Lucien's control was fraying. He watched Elian's shoulders shake, watched fat tears roll down those flushed cheeks as the younger man tried—and failed—to hold back broken sobs. The sight should have disgusted him. Instead, it ignited something feral in his chest. "Be quiet, Elian," Lucien warned, voice low and strained. Elian's head snapped up, eyes blazing through the tears. "No! I will not be quiet!" His voice cracked, raw and defiant. "I demand you let me go. Set me—ah!" Lucien moved before he could think. In one brutal motion, he slammed Elian against the nearest wall, the impact knocking the breath from both of them. Elian's back hit stone with a dull thud, his wrists pinned above his head by one of Lucien's large hands. "Be quiet," Lucien hissed again, forehead pressed against Elian's, their breaths mingling hot and desperate. Elian whimpered, twisting uselessly in his grip. "You monster… you—" Lucien's mouth crashed down on his. It wasn't gentle. It wasn't a kiss—it was a claim. Hard, punishing, devouring. Elian gasped into it, the sound swallowed instantly as Lucien pressed closer, body caging him completely against the cold wall. The taste of salt from Elian's tears mixed with something sweeter, something that made Lucien's blood roar. Elian struggled for half a second… then his lips parted on a broken moan. Lucien pulled back just enough to growl against his mouth, "I said be quiet." But Elian—trembling, furious, aching—only whispered back, voice wrecked: "Make me." **** Some truths are worth killing for. ​Son of a traitor, Elian Morel was meant to burn in the Duke's dungeon. Instead, the ruthless Duke Lucien pulls him from the darkness and keeps him locked in his private wing—close enough to watch, to touch, to break. Elian hides a dangerous gift: with one touch, he can drag out the truth behind any lie. Lucien is cold precision and merciless control, a man bound by a royal betrothal and secrets of his own. But the more he tries to possess Elian, the more his iron restraint begins to crack. In a world of court intrigue and deadly politics, their charged proximity turns into something darker—something hungry. Every defiance, every forced confession, every lingering gaze pushes them closer to the edge. Between captor and captive, hatred and desire, a forbidden bond begins to form. One that could destroy them both. Power, obsession, and a love that defies the throne.
Rosegold_n · 75.8k Views

Tangled with the Wrong Sinclair

Lianne Lianne's father was a chauffeur for the top conglomerate, the Sinclair Family. On the day her father died in the line of duty, amidst a torrential downpour, Ethan Sinclair walked toward her, his deep, magnetic voice saying: "Come with me." He took her under his wing, protecting her for nine years. Hearing that Ethan Sinclair nearly had a falling out with his family over his one true love, Lianne, well aware that his heart wasn't hers, chose to make a graceful exit. Unexpectedly, under the lingering moonlight, she spent a tangled night with someone. The next day at noon, she opened her eyes to find his own younger brother, Seth Sinclair, beside her. Lianne Lianne sincerely suggested, "You had your fun last night too. Why don't we just part ways amicably?" "Not done having fun. Can't part." The man had a towel tied loosely around his waist. Droplets of water from his damp bangs trickled down, gliding past his collarbone and disappearing into the towel, exuding a natural sexiness. The corner of his lip curled into a lazy smile. "Take responsibility for me, Lianne." Later, At a certain banquet, Lianne felt unwell and left early. When Ethan Sinclair heard about it, he hastily left his seat and knocked on the door of the lounge. But inside, Seth Sinclair had forcefully wrapped his arms around Lianne's waist, pressing her flush against the door, and lowered his head to scorch her lips with a kiss, his voice deep and raspy, "Tell him to get lost." ** Seth Sinclair was notoriously reckless and devil-may-care. Everyone thought he was just playing the field, a way to pass the time and ease his loneliness. Until one night in Kian, a rumor spread like wildfire through their social circle: Seth Sinclair had personally written a love letter to Lianne. The scions of high society all rushed to debunk it: "Fake! Impossible! It's definitely a forgery!" How could the powerful and distinguished second young master of the Sinclair family possibly lower himself like that? The next day, during a media interview, a reporter asked for confirmation. The man corrected them with a lazy smile, "Two letters. One love letter, and one marriage certificate."
Xu Jiuxin · 180k Views