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Accidentally Married To My Ruthless Billionaire Ex

Five years ago, Anastasia Laurent broke his heart. To her, their college romance was just a careless game—toying with a love she never took seriously. To Dante Alexander Montgomery, it was the ultimate betrayal. Now, he’s back. No longer the lovesick senior she abandoned—but a ruthless billionaire who owns half the city. When Anastasia’s best friend begs her to go on a blind date in her place and ruin it, she agrees—after all, how bad could it be? Bad. Very bad. Because her date? Dante. And he’s not just here to rekindle old flames. He’s here to destroy her. Before she can run, Dante traps her in a deal she never saw coming: Marriage. Publicly, they’ll be the perfect billionaire power couple. Privately? He’ll make her regret the day she walked away. But as the lines between revenge and obsession blur, Anastasia realizes one thing— She thought she was done with Dante. But Dante was never done with her. --- Excerpt "You think you can run from me again, Anastasia?” Dante's voice was calm, but the storm in his eyes told another story. She backed into the wall, pulse racing as he stalked closer, his towering frame cutting off every escape route. “I-I’m not—” she stammered. His fingers tilted her chin, forcing her to meet his cold gaze. “You didn’t just break my heart,” he murmured darkly. “You shattered it. And now? Now, you’ll pay for it.” Her breath hitched. “Congratulations, Anastasia,” he whispered, leaning in until his lips brushed her ear. “You just became my wife.”
Sienna_voss · 46.1k Views

My Husband Is a Million Years Old Vampire

Being a victim of a house fire that brought the entire family house down, Valentina was left with several burns on her. body, causing her to be titled as the creature of Bayhill. Her stepsister, Chole Callum was about to get married and according to the family tradition, Valentina as the elder daughter of the family must be married. Seeing this as an opportunity to wipe their shame away, the Callum family put a price tag on Valentina's head, whoever gets to marry her would be given a hundred thousand dollars. The family stated that Valentina Husband doesn't need to care for Valentina as she could be thrown away once the marriage certificate has been signed.  With that many people were interested in Valentina, however her stepsister, picked the worst among the people that came, thinking Valentina would be thrown away after the marriage and probably end up dead in the few days, but little did she knew that she had chosen a multi billionaire for her sister, dressed like homeless man with no source of income, little did they know he is the most talked man in the world. “How would you have the last laugh if you commit suicide now.” “Don't you want to see your sister come begging you for forgiveness.” “Don't you want to be the key to your family fortune. Don't you  want to be the Yes and No of your family.” “Don't you want to see your family all going to their knees begging you to come save them from their catastrophe.” “Don't you want to rule the world again, become the woman that everyone can't stop talking about in the country, just like ten years ago, but this time it would be different. You will be crowned as a Queen.” “Stay alive and all these will happen.” “Be with me and I will make you the woman in every man's heart, even the married ones.”
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The Assassin's Lover

He was never supposed to live. She was never supposed to feel. Mia was a ghost in the dark trained to kill and follow orders without questions. She had one mission; make Damon Walker, the secret son of Alan River--a mafia drug lord who ruled over the West-- die a slow and agonizing death. But the deeper she got, the harder it was to pull the trigger. He wasn't supposed to matter, but he did. Mia's emotions are compromised, her orders personal and someone else wants Damon dead before she can finish the job. Will she protect the man she was meant to kill? Or will they end up being burned for their love? *** “Like what you see?" his gaze met mine, his lips curling into a smirk.  My gaze lingered there; soft, wet, warm. Exactly what I needed.  "Ivy?"  Those veiny hands. I remember its feel on my throbbing lips, the way they grabbed my hair and pulled. A moan escaped from my lips.  "Ivy!"  His voice jolted me out of my sexually frustrated thoughts, and I stared at him. "Yeah?"  "What were you thinking about?" he stood up.  Those thick thighs. I could just imagine them pinning me down, never letting me go.  "Nothing."  He walked towards me slowly. "I recognize that look.  I cleared my throat quickly. "What look?"  He leaned down and met my eyes. His scent sent my body into an overdrive. I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply. He reminded me of the warm brook I had seen during a vacation. Earthly. Delicate. Natural. I opened my eyes to see him so close to me, I felt his warm breath on my face.  "The one that tells me you want me just as much as I want you."  Oh, I wanted him so badly, more than I needed to breathe. His hand cupped my face gently, waiting for me to make the next move. He knew what he wanted, he just needed me to show I wanted it as much as he did. We brushed the kiss in the garage under the rug; I wanted to deny it never happened and he went along with it. There was no way I was going to sleep with the man whose father killed Wes. My target. There was... no way.  His breath fanned my lips as he moved closer—slowly, giving me the option to stop the kiss if I wanted. I knew I should stop. I knew it wasn't going to end well. I knew I should turn back before I dug a hole I couldn't escape from. I knew it wasn't right, but I didn't want to stop. I wanted the kiss as much as he did, if not more. I wanted him buried deeply inside me, he wouldn't be able to find his way out. I wanted all of him.   "Ivy," his voice sent chills down my back.  It told me all I needed to; that he wanted me as badly as I wanted him.  "Damon." Kiss me.  
DamilolaJabita · 33.3k Views
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The Black Hermit

In the World of Humanity, people praise their own selfish needs, desires, and wants. They worship only their own greed for power and control. They seek luxury and comfort in their lives, without doing any hardship. Their survival is dependent on those who provide them this all. Not completely, but enough make these people to chant their names. They understands the reality of this world. They know what needs to rule these insects. The world seems to be beautiful if it is looked from outside, but deeply, it is corrupted with the darkness to the very end. No one escaped it, everyone just silenced themself and accepted it as their fate. This is the reason why they suffer, and the evil is ruling without any problem. Yet, there is someone who doesn't like to live in this way. He can't ignore the fact that he's being ruled by some evil power. He stands out and raised his head against the world itself. Aren, not so old by age, but has a mind of a saint, and lives a life as a vagabond. The people call him a Hermit. He travels different nations, kingdoms, towns, and villages, searching for the meaning of his life. He also observes the world around him, and understands the things no one else could. The world has unique set of powers, wonders, and experiences that he wanna live fully. He don't wanna die without knowing the true meaning of his life. Later on his journey, he'll also find some people that he call his friends, teachers, and rivals. His Journey will not stop to this planet alone. He may travel to the different realms as well, which may put him danger. Aren got his philosophies of life, he follow his own path and defies the world views on it. He only believes what he feel is right, not what is front of him. Through his whole life, he experience variety of people and situations which may change his perspective of everything. The world may praise a false God, but he won't. He will fight the false figure if have to. Not to prove his power or ego over something, but to reveal the truth. A mere human, out of billions of people, challenges the one that no one ever imagined. No special clan, no super power, no assistance, it's just him. He don't know where and how he'll end, he knows that he won't die as a slave at all. He's born free, he lives freely, and he'll die with freedom. This is the life of a boy that defies the absolute power and control, raise his head among the world, and transforms into something unimaginable. The life of freedom, solitude, and honor. This is the life of "The Black Hermit".
MrMorrato · 10.5k Views

World Awakening: The Legendary Player

Join the discord: https://discord.gg/Wrn5DNvD ---- "Look at him," someone snickered from a few rows over. "Smells like he sleeps in a dumpster."  "Probably does," another voice added, louder this time.  Nox just stared at his textbook, the words blurring. He had heard it all before. Then, Mark, one of the main reasons his life was a living hell, swaggered past his desk. Mark always had a smirk on his face.  "Oops," he said, not even trying to sound accidental, as a full cup of bright orange juice tipped over, splashing all down the front of Nox's already ruined shirt.  The cold liquid soaked through instantly.  Laughter erupted around the room. It was loud, clear, and mocking.  Nox slowly looked up. His eyes landed on Ms. Joy, who was watching the whole thing. She had seen Mark deliberately pour the juice on him.  He raised his hand, a small, tired gesture. "Ms. Joy," he said, his voice flat. "He just poured juice on me. Are you just going to ignore it? Again?."  Ms. Joy looked at him, then at Mark, who was now theatrically wiping his hands. A small smile played on her lips. Then she chuckled. Just a little airy laugh. "Oh, Nox, don't be so dramatic. Boys will be boys, right Mark?"  Mark puffed out his chest. "Yeah, Ms. Joy. He's just sensitive."  The class laughed even harder at that. Ms. Joy joined in, her laughter ringing out with theirs.  Hearing them all, hearing her laugh, something in him finally snapped. It wasn't a loud break, more like a quiet, final click.  He realized it then, with a cold, hard clarity. No one was coming to save him. No teachers, no police, no parents he never had. No one cared. If he wanted this to stop, he would have to be the one to stop it. He was the only one who could. His face remained blank, but his mind was suddenly very clear. He reached down slowly, his hand going into his worn-out school bag. The laughter died down a little as a few students noticed his deliberate movement, a strange stillness about him.  He pulled out a gun. The classroom went silent. Utterly, completely silent. Mark's smirk vanished, replaced by wide, terrified eyes. Even Ms. Joy stopped laughing, her face paling.  "What… Nox, what are you doing?" she stammered, her voice suddenly shaky.  He didn't answer. He looked around at their faces, one by one. Fear. He saw fear now. Good. He was ready. He was going to make them all pay. He was going to end it, all of it. Just as he was about to raise the gun properly, a bright blue screen appeared right in front of his face. It was translucent, and only he seemed to see it.  [Congratulations! You have met the requirements!]  [1st Player Chosen!]  [You have won the System!] 
Mysticscaler · 171.1k Views