Lighthearted

You may ask how I got in this position. The position where i;m in bed with my gay best friend, while his boyfriend watches with hungry eyes. Let’s just say... it started with a broken heart, a ruined plan, and one reckless, desperate request. I was supposed to lose my virginity to someone safe, someone I loved. Instead, I caught him cheating at the worst possible moment, right before I was about to hand him everything. In the aftermath, I asked the only person I trusted. My best friend Zain. The problem was... Zain's gay, and he wasn't single either. Now, pleasure, shame, and temptation blur into something I can't control. And the worst part? I don’t know if I want to stop. A filthy, emotional, no-holds-barred dark romance where first times are anything but innocent.

At the beginning, Mollian's situation was extremely tough. She landed in a dead forest. After a hard struggle, she managed to survive and ended up in a small town, becoming a worker in the other world. But because she had an extremely large appetite, she was fired. No wonder she was always depressed in the past. However, the system arrived eventually, even if it was a unreliable doomsday system, there were still spaces and stores available to use. After crossing over to the other world and working diligently for three years, Mollian finally got her system. However, the system: “Hello, Doomsday Survival System LOVE is dedicated to serving you. ” Transported to another world, Mollian is full of questions: "...... You've got the wrong person." After a moment of silence, the system finally understood the situation: Eh? The one actually transported here is me?

"Code name: Wax, was one of the best assassins "Marked Dead" organizations ever had. She succeeded in every mission she was in. Unfortunately a mole in the police government had blown their mission that caused her death. Roxy, a shewolf who had not shifted yet, was being bullied at school and unable to fight back. What would happen if Wax's soul lived on Roxy's body? How can Wax cope up with the new realization that werewolves exist? How can Wax accept her faith as a mate to a Royal Prince, the future Alpha King who was cruel, merciless, fierce and cold hearted? Read and find out what would happen to a human who turns into a wolf."

" You are no one to me, you are nothing, and don't ever expect anything from me. You were bought here to play the part of a Luna and gratify my sexual desire," My Mate and new alpha said, with no remorse or any kind of affection in his gaze, tears well in my eyes but I refused to cry for the man who beds other women in my presence. I look him in the eyes and answer; " Yes," " No," He growls " Yes, Alpha," I repeat and he walks past me, once he's out of my sight, my legs give up just as tears roll down my cheeks. ... " You're pregnant, Luna, congratulations," My world stopped as I looked at the doctor, she was happy that the pack would have an heir, but I wasn't, you can't be when you've suffered so much at the hands of your fated mate. I ran, I ran and ran but it wasn't far enough for the mighty alpha.

After being framed for her parent’s death and ending up in an insane asylum, Maya escapes and hopes to settle down in a small town in the middle of nowhere. The small house seems like the perfect place to bury the ghosts of her past, but sometimes those ghosts refuse to stay dead, and perfect isn’t so perfect after all. After meeting her neighbor Drake and the two men who live with him, Maya notices things aren’t quite right with the three men. She didn’t think her life could get any stranger, but when she notices the animals hunting her—particularly the wolves. Maya finds herself in a never-ending battle to keep them away, much to her landlord and his friend’s amusement. Little does she know that those wolves are more than they seem, and so is her landlord. That they aren’t just stalking her as prey, but they are hunting their mate.

"""I, Erika Blackwood, stand before you, Alexander Robertson, with a heavy heart. I hereby reject you as my mate. The bond we once shared has grown fragile, and my soul yearns for a different path. May you find solace in the love of another, and may we both find the happiness we seek."" Alexander didn't say a word and looked at me. But he refused to accept. *********** Erika Blackwood is the next Alpha in line of the Ironclaw Pack. She hides her identity and gets mated to the Alpha of the Moonforest Pack, Alexander Robertson. Three years passed, but Alexander is still unwilling to let go of his childhood sweetheart. Erika is mistreated and eventually framed by the same childhood sweetheart. Now she leaves with that humiliation, and goes back to her pack, swearing vengeance on those who hurt her. They all waited for her to return and beg, but what happens when they realize that the famous Ironclaw Pack that was going to help in the rogue war, was ruled by a woman named, Erika Blackwood. Now her Ex mates want her back. Other Alphas want this woman.. But will she accept any of them? Or will she stay independent forever?..."

I’m the straight-A, first class princess. And yes, I’m currently getting blackmailed into sucking off my hot married professor under his desk every week while he details exactly how he’s going to knock me up before the semester’s over. The problem? I let him blackmail me and I love it here. Then my *ssh*l* stepbrother Jax catches me reeking of faculty d*ck late at night. Does he tell? No. He bends me over and fucks me stupid and bare, and informs me I’m his breeding b*tch now, gonna keep me knocked up and locked in his wing like a pretty little secret while he has a girlfriend he's supposed to be engaged to in a while. And Riley? My gorgeous bi bestie who’s been pining since junior year? She’s in my bed every night after, but I want a boyfriend for my self too. Call me ruined. I call it happiness. Good girls run. I’m staying right here, legs open, waiting to see who gets to fill me first. This story contains forbidden desire, passion and raw taste of pleasure between several characters in the story, stay tuned for the passion^^.

“You’re mine now, Wifey. You don’t call the shots; I do.” Just weeks before her wedding, Kourtney Allen’s world shatters when she catches her fiancé in bed with her sister. Her devastation deepens when her family sides with her sister, forcing Kourtney to walk away from the life she thought was hers. Writhing in pain and coughing up blood, she plots her revenge. Unexpectedly, she got a husband — Sebastian Woods, the ruthless, untouchable billionaire feared as “The Stone-Hearted CEO.” Known for his cold demeanor and strange aversion to women, he’s shocked to discover Kourtney doesn’t trigger his mysterious condition. Intrigued, he offers her an escape: a marriage on his terms. But the man’s idea of marriage is control, and Kourtney refuses to be tamed. As secrets from her past emerge and his first love returns, their fiery dynamic threatens to explode. Can Kourtney break free from the chains of his obsession, or will she surrender to the man she swore to despise?

When Gwen Lowry loses her husband, Peter, the world she built for herself and her daughter, Grace, collapses into uncertainty. What she doesn’t expect is that the person who steps forward to help them is Robert Thorne, a man who once shared lecture halls, late-night debates, and young ambitions with Peter, long before adulthood scattered them onto separate paths. Their friendship had cooled into distance, but the memory of who Peter had been to him is enough to move Robert toward a choice he never imagined making. At first, bringing Gwen and Grace into his home feels like an act of duty, an echo of loyalty to a friend he never quite stopped carrying. But as days stretch into a new kind of rhythm, Robert begins to sense the shape of a missing piece he hadn’t known he was working around. His daughter, Jennifer, notices it too. With Pamela, Robert’s wife, more absent presence than partner, their house has long held a quiet hollowness neither father nor daughter dared name. Gwen’s steadiness, Grace’s bright curiosity, and the gentle way they inhabit space begin to fill what had gone unnoticed for too long. The estate itself seems to open around them—rooms warming, paths softening, the land settling into welcome. Something unnamed begins to take root: not obligation, but connection; not coincidence, but a kind of choosing. As the families intertwine, each must navigate the delicate work of healing—of learning when to hold on, when to let go, and when to step toward a future that feels both unexpected and exactly right.

Calvin walked unsteadily towards Emily with a sly grin. A faint smile remained on his lips until Calvin stood right in front of Emily. "Is there something wrong if I change clothes in my own room?" Calvin stopped right in front of Hasna without breaking their eye contact at all. "After all, we are husband and wife, it's fine for me to be naked in front of you, right?" Calvin teased as he pried open Emily's hands which were still covering her face. "I'm not ready yet, Calvin, will you shut up your finches first?" Emily demanded, still keeping both hands covering her eyes. "Hahaha, this is Emily's eagle, not a finch," Calvin corrected because he felt insulted if the heirloom weapon he had carefully guarded for 29 years was called a finch. "Come on, open it! Take a look at my eagle!"