beauty

[CONTENT WARNING: This story contains explicit sexual content, graphic violence, strong language, and themes of trauma, kidnapping, and psychological manipulation. It is intended for mature audiences (18+) only. Reader discretion is strongly advised.] ------------ “Talk dirty to me,” I whispered. He growled low in his throat. “You want filthy, little bird?” “Yes.” He thrust deeper, harder, and leaned close, his lips brushing my ear. “I am going to fill your fucking cunt with so much cum that you will still be dripping until tomorrow. You will sit at breakfast with my seed soaking through your drawers and smile at Aunt Cornelia like the proper little slut you are.” I moaned. “That is disgusting.” “You asked for it.” “Again.” ------------ Clara Vance had it all. Millions of followers, a beauty empire built on glamour, and a life curated for the camera. But a lost bet with her mother sends her away from a marvelous weekend trip to Mykonos and into the dusty attic of her family’s decaying ancestral manor. The catch was her inheritance. Her task? A dreary clear-out. Her discovery? A centuries-old diary belonging to her great-grandmother, Eleanor Thorne. The ink tells a story of a forgotten history. Eleanor’s forbidden obsession with her guardian and step-uncle, Casimir Guggenheim, a ruthless railroad tycoon with a heart of stone. But when Clara touches the tear-stained pages, the scent of crushed gardenias doesn’t just fill the room, it drags her back to 1879. Trapped in Eleanor’s corseted body, Clara finds herself under the roof of the very man who haunted the diary. To the world, Casimir is a cold, untouchable magnate. To Clara, he’s a puzzle she’s determined to break. The problem? Clara isn’t the timid, fragile girl Casimir remembers. She’s a 21st-century It Girl with no filter, a strategic mind for business, a total lack of respect for Gilded Age propriety and a defiance waiting for trouble to happen. While the original Eleanor was a victim of her station, Clara is ready to burn the cage down. As Clara navigates a world where a single misstep means ruin, scheming relatives see her as a pawn, and a powerful suitor sees her as nothing but a business merger. She realizes the history books were wrong. Rewriting Eleanor’s tragic end is dangerous, especially when she starts falling for the man she was never supposed to have. History says they’re a tragedy. Clara says history is about to get a makeover.

Isabella Martinez’s life shatters in one night. Dragged from her waitress job by loan sharks, she’s thrown onto an auction stage and sold like property to pay her father’s five-million-dollar gambling debt. Terrified and powerless, she watches as wealthy men bid on her future until HE walks in. Dante Moretti. The most dangerous man in New York. A billionaire mafia don who built a twelve-billion-dollar empire on blood and fear. When his cold grey eyes lock on hers, everything changes. He bids ten million dollars without hesitation, buying her in front of everyone. Bella expects horror. Expects to become his slave, his toy, his victim. Instead, she discovers something far more dangerous: Dante Moretti has a code. He protects women and children. He kills traitors without mercy but honors loyalty above all. And despite his brutality, despite the violence she witnesses, despite every reason she should run she’s falling for the devil who bought her. But loving a mafia king comes with deadly consequences. The Russian mob wants revenge. A traitor within Dante’s own family wants him dead. And Bella now seen as his greatest weakness becomes the target of every enemy he’s ever made. Forced to choose between the innocent girl she was and the warrior she needs to become, Bella must learn to fight, to kill, and to embrace the darkness. Because in Dante’s world, there are only two options: become the mafia queen who stands beside him… Or die. From sold at auction to ruling an empire. From victim to queen. From captive to the most dangerous woman in the underworld. This is the story of a girl who was bought for five million dollars and became worth five billion. Welcome to the mafia. Welcome to love. Welcome to war.

Arjun, who never believed in love, falls deeply for Meera, a girl full of life. But their happiness shatters when he learns she is seriously ill. Even after she’s gone, her love stays with him forever, changing his life.

My name is Naomi Price. I’m twenty-three, cursed with an annoyingly flawless complexion, and my life used to be completely unremarkable. My biggest mistake was paying eight bucks for a americano at The Roasted Cafe. That’s where some coward slipped a lethal cocktail into my mug, and I ended up choking on my own spit on a sticky laminate floor. Death was supposed to be a dirt nap. Instead, I woke up with a migraine, exactly ten years in the past. Only, it isn't my past. The world I woke up in is wrong. The skies are a polluted, bruised purple, and the streets are crawling with heavily armed zealots who call themselves The Legion. They own everything now. And the kicker? Everyone is walking around with powers, dictated by a mysterious, floating System that treats human lives like a twisted, high-stakes game. You want to survive this dystopia? You rank up. You want to find out who murdered you? You bleed for it. But the universe has a sick, twisted sense of humor when it comes to leveling up. You can't just grind your way to the top by beating the shit out of low-tier thugs in an alley. To climb the ladder and claim a higher rank, the System locks you in a pocket dimension and forces you to fight an upgraded, deadlier version of yourself. You have to literally kick your own ass to evolve. If you lose? You die for real. And as if dealing with a fascist regime and fighting my own shadow wasn't enough, I brought a passenger back with me. A fractured piece of my own subconscious woke up when I died. She is an arrogant, unhinged mastermind who thinks she is God’s gift to violence. I just want to solve my murder, rip the Legion to shreds, and fix this broken timeline. My other half? She just wants to finger-paint with their blood. So, grab a helmet and buckle the fuck up. We have exactly fifty chapters to sort this colossal clusterfuck out, and my patience is already running on empty.

He is a native of the Fairy Tail world! From the moment he was born, he received dual blessings—from the world of Inuyasha and from his Blue Star mother! He is hailed as the Noble Prince of Fairy Tail, His Highness Arlen, the son of a Duke! He is Arlen Viviamilio! To his enemies, he is the fearsome, trembling noble prince. To his family and friends, he is His Highness Arlen, who protects everything with the blade in his hand. “If you dare harm my family, my friends, or destroy the life I cherish—whether you are the Black Dragon or a Dark Mage, even if you are a god, I will slay you.” —Arlen Viviamilio

In her last life, betrayal carved her tombstone. Reborn as the ruthless CEO’s pampered wife, she’ll turn every knife they once stabbed her with into a crown—and make the man who owns the world kneel at her fee

Love was never meant for someone like Caleb Garcia. At least, that’s what he believed. The city glittered beneath him, a sea of lights stretching endlessly into the horizon. From the glass walls of his penthouse office, everything looked small—people, problems, even emotions. Especially emotions. Caleb stood still, his hand wrapped around a glass of untouched whiskey. His reflection stared back at him—sharp jawline, cold eyes, and a face that had never learned how to soften. “Love is weakness.” The words echoed in his mind, spoken years ago by the one person who taught him everything about it—by breaking him.

Garima wrote the story. Survival is what matters most to her now. A bookish nerd from today's Mumbai loves spicy snacks, stories, and staying awake past midnight. Suddenly, her eyes open in a place born from her own imagination. A world where kingdoms rise and fall. Where Devil Lords will one day plunge the continent into chaos. And where everyone believes she is the Saintess chosen by the Goddess. Home has just a single path leading back to it. Garima leads fighters across a century of fights, one clash after another shaping the fate of everything. Easy... right? Truth stays clear only to Garima She wrote this world. Who stands beside them now might turn away later. What fights are headed for collapse. Armed with nothing but chaotic confidence, terrible singing, random Hindi slang that people mistake for "divine language," and the terrifying knowledge of the future, Garima begins rewriting fate itself. A loose rhythm carries her forward, voice cracking on syllables meant for gods, words slurring into decisions that bend time without warning. It's improvisation under pressure. Lines blur between guesses and truth when she speaks. The timeline stumbles, then follows her lead. Not because it should. Because there's no one else loud enough to try. Yet rewriting the tale demands something in return. If Garima slips A lie born from good intent could unravel everything she fights to protect. One hundred battles. One promise. A saintess steps off the page, her voice unscripted. She moves without permission, lines forgotten. Her silence speaks louder than vows ever could. Pages flutter to the floor, untouched by doctrine. What remains is motion, quiet and unplanned.

After losing her job and her marriage, Susu leaves Guangzhou and travels alone to Suzhou before starting a new life. During a quiet week away, an unexpected encounter on a social app leads her to meet Yike—a stranger with no promises, no plans, and nothing to lose. What begins as a casual meeting slowly turns into something more intimate, balanced between desire, hesitation, and emotional boundaries. This is a contemporary urban romance adapted from a true story, exploring connection, healing, and the choices adults make when they are not looking for love—but still need warmth.

In the savage world of Elysara, Jax awakens with no memories, thrust into a primal forest teeming with monsters and warring clans. Armed only with his wits and a mysterious System that grants levels, skills, and gravity affinity, he claws his way from survivor to conqueror. Through brutal combats, cunning builds, and unyielding dominance, Jax forges an empire on the bones of his enemies. Demi-humans kneel as breeders and servants under his human supremacist doctrine, harems swell with explicit rituals of control, and gravity magic warps reality to crush foes. Grind hard, conquer all—or die forgotten. New Chapters Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday and Friday! Visit my Patreon for up to 10 more chapters: patreon.com/bloodjam NSFW Images on patreon Every little bit helps! Thank you :)

WARNING: Some mature content!!! 18+ This is what you call Urbantasy.. Fantasy in an urban setting with a strong female lead -- a story riddled in mystery, magic, and a lot of sass. ======= CHAPTER 1 sneak peek! ======= The air between them tightened like a rope. Cael leaned closer, head tilting slightly, pulling at her waist again, smugness softened into something sharper and quieter. His eyes flicked to her lips then back to her eyes as if asking for permission he didn't need. Hunger of a different kind pumped through Cael. The hunger that Galathea unmistakably recognized as it pressed hard against her lower abs, forcing through the fabric as if it can tear through. At the sensation, Galathea's mouth parted before she could stop it. Her whole body screamed at her to either shove him away or close the last inch between their lips herself. ===== SYNOPSIS ===== Galathea Brooks spent her life surviving quietly -- counting inventory, enforcing rules, keeping her head down inside one of the most powerful art institutions in the city. It's a simple life because paint doesn't talk; power doesn't notice people like her. and names are just names. -- That is... until a painting remembered her. When ancient works buried beneath Artemis Art Gallery began to respond to Galathea's presence, she becomes the center of the system that's older than the building itself. A system that cataloged her long before she knew it existed. Her name is not a coincidence. It is a KEY. Cael Alexander, on the other hand, has always understood control. As Artemis' immaculate but dangerous CEO, he manages secrets like no other. He knows the gallery and its bowels more than anyone. He knows what's hidden; he knows what's awaken. What he didn't expect, however, was Galathea. As archaic works of art start to stir, boundaries fracture -- between observer and artifact, power and possession, restraint and desire. Every choice Galathea makes draws her deeper into fate that doesn't want permission... only acknowledgement. Mind you, awakenings don't ask when you're ready.

Feng Wuji lives a life most people would envy—steady career, peaceful routine, and a marriage he believes is built on trust. In a world full of uncertainty, he chose stability… and he was content with it. At work, he is respected. Among friends, he is dependable. And at home, he is a devoted husband. But some lies don’t shatter your life all at once. They wait. They grow. They rot everything from the inside. When a single moment exposes the truth he was never meant to see, Wuji’s quiet world collapses. The woman he loved, the life he trusted— asks him for open marrige, he knows... its a signal- not just a preference. Can he let go? or will he lose himself completely in the ashes of a broken vow? will Feng Wuji find a way to heal—???? or he will become something dark, Twisted, corrupt........

Deep darkness surrounded her, rising and falling with her chest as though they had become one with her. she could feel him, even as he remained still, waiting for her to move. Nelly smiled darkly, he still thought her innocent. He would be the last person she dealt with. "How many?" The familiar voice slipped from somewhere within the shadows. Amused. Same as always. "Enough." she muttered. a low chuckle echoed from the same direction. "Don't do that, I've warned you not to lie to me." Silence. "How many people have died since this little....quest of yours began?" She exhaled slowly. "Many." A second passed. "Too many." the darkness shifted, curling closer, like it was listening. "And still you're not satisfied? the voice pressed. Sharper. "How many more Nelly?" She turned slowly, fully aware he couldn't see her. her eyes burned. "No," she said. "It's not enough, Not until they feel it." Her legs moved. "Not until they all pay for what they took from me." the darkness stirred violently feeding off her rage. "I'm coming for all of them. And this time....I won't hesitate." *** Twelve years before the story begins, a twenty old engineering student named Ken was shot on a road outside the University of Abuja. His girlfriend Nelly watched him die. Touted as a genius, he spearheaded several scientific discoveries. His research notebook was never recovered. His death was filed as a robbery gone wrong. Nelly did not believe it then. She doe not believe it now. Her suspicions were further fueled when a tech startup, came into the spotlight and meteoric rise: Akor Corp, a tech empire whose products seemed all too similar to be a coincidence to Kens work. Driven almost insane by that grief she returns. With a simple plan, infiltrate Akor Corp, find a connection with Ken's death and brings his killers to justice. Nelly soon discovers nothing is ever that simple. Kelvin Akor her cold enigmatic boss, is a mysterious and calculated man, she also encounters Lucky Dante the famous playboy, and was soon entangled with both men. After her discovery leads to the death of her former classmate, she is forced to question her resolve for revenge. unknown to her, the powers that had put Ken down, had become aware of her. Does she succeed or give up, knowing it put the lives of her loved ones in danger?

“Ye sirf ek kahani nahi hai… ye ek ladki ki asli zindagi hai… Shaadi ke baad usne socha sab theek ho jayega… lekin zindagi ne usse ek ke baad ek imtihaan diye… Sapne toot gaye… Paise khatam ho gaye… Aur ek waqt aisa aaya jab sab kuch khatam lagne laga… Lekin… usne haar nahi maani… Raaton ki neend chhod kar… apne bachchon ke liye… apne sapno ke liye… usne ek nayi shuruaat ki… Kya woh apni zindagi badal paayegi…? Kya woh sapno aur zimmedariyon ke beech jeet paayegi…? Sach jaan-ne ke liye abhi padhna shuru karein…”

My back hits the cold glass of the penthouse window, the city glittering a thousand feet below us. Sebastian’s hand is at my throat—not tight enough to hurt, but enough to remind me who I belong to. “You were talking to him,” he says, voice low, dangerous. His other hand is braced beside my head, caging me in. “You smiled.” “It was just—” “Don’t lie to me, Ocean.” His thumb brushes the hollow of my throat, and my pulse jumps so hard he feels it. “You’re mine. Every glance. Every breath. Every inch of you.” I should be furious. I should tell him I’m not his property. But then his mouth is on mine—rough, consuming, tasting like the whiskey he hasn’t let go of since the gala. I moan before I can stop myself. That’s all the permission he needs. His hand slides to my waist, fingers digging in as if he’s afraid I’ll vanish. The heat between us ignites like dry kindling. It’s dangerous. It’s too much. It’s everything. When he finally pulls back, his eyes are dark enough to drown in. “One year,” he murmurs. “That was the deal. But you… you’re making me want forever.” And in that moment, I know the worst truth of all— If Sebastian Velez decides to keep me, I won’t even try to run.

On the same day the Holt family was declared bankrupt, Hilla Holt, the most beautiful woman in New Islands, became a target for humiliation. But to everyone's surprise, Miss Holt turned the tables and got married! Her husband? A man who had been bedridden for half a year, unable to even blink—Bruce Burton. What. An. Ending. She became nothing more than a pawn in a joke. However, just when everyone expected Madam Benner to crumble under loneliness, right in the middle of all the drama, Bruce Burton woke up! Hilla Holt was supposed to be kicked out of the Burton household. Everyone waited… and waited… But instead, Bruce Burton cherished his wife so much that soon, no one dared to even look Madam Burton in the eye.

The office turns into a battlefield. Vivian faces sabotage from within, and a mysterious figure named Daniel,a ghost from their past begins orchestrating a takeover. Despite Vivian’s public coldness and ruthless treatment, Well silently acts as her protector. He begins to uncover a web of betrayal involving the staff, realizing that the person trying to bring down the company is someone close to him.

She walked into a trap, got herself pregnant and as a result, she was forced to leave her hometown. But this was nowhere near the end of the matter. Six years later, she returned with her twins by her side, stronger than ever. But just as she was ready to take revenge, the father of her twins appeared and made everyone who once hurt her pay the price of their deeds. He thought that his act of saving a damsel in distress would move her, but had not expected to see two little babies standing in his way, telling him that there are conditions to fulfill if he wanted to marry their mother…

By the bad luck of his life—or maybe the good luck of his life—our main character gets enrolled in something that is totally not good. It is the best. Enrolled with succubuses, with big boobs, he gets entangled in succubuses' business, getting really, really close to them. Is it a curse? Is it a blessing? I think it's a blessing. I wish it was me.