Medieval

The psychology major Agatha's soul was transferred to a Victorian-era British maid. She found herself in a predicament where her master was shot dead and her fiancé had run away. Desperate, Agatha went to 221B Baker Street to seek help from the famous detective Holmes, only to discover that Holmes was the runaway fiancee... From then on, Agatha settled down in Baker Street under the name of Holmes' fiancee. She worked together with him to solve strange cases and fell in love with him in this false marriage. And Agatha, relying on her own strength, persevered and eventually became an excellent psychologist and a negotiation and psychological consultant for the police.

The young and beautiful daughter of a wealthy oil magnate, Lizzie, acted on impulse and saved the ugly but talented genius who was kept in a cage in the circus. A few years later, he returned wearing a mask, becoming a mysterious and powerful ghost. However, he discovered that she had married an earl. He forced her to divorce and used his powerful and crazy possessiveness to lead her out of the golden cage that bound her. In this forbidden love, only Lizzie was brave enough to accept the love of the devil.

“Will you die for them?” The Alpha King’s voice was cold enough to silence the hall. And Althea heard the answer long before she spoke it… not from herself, but from the minds screaming around her. ‘Just sacrifice yourself.’ ‘You’re nothing.’ ‘You should die for us.’ Her gift or curse let her hear and read every hateful thought, every desperate plea. And even then, she still stepped forward. She chose to protect the weak, the innocent, the only ones who had ever shown her kindness… even if the price was her life. But Gavriel Kingsley, the Alpha King, didn’t kill her. He wanted something else. Ownership. "You are mine now," His voice barely above a whisper. “As a slave?!” The King chuckled, his gaze dark as midnight. “As my breeder.”

My family auctioning me against my will was one thing. But being auctioned to him, the demigod Alpha, known for chaos and bloodshed, the cursed abomination, was the worst that could happen. I watched him kill men without mercy. I watched him claim me just to spite his brother and now, I'm trapped within his fortress as a slave. His slave. At first, I want to end it all before he does it for me, but on a second thought, I have to fight for my freedom. He swears he bought me to spite his brother and humiliate me. He swears that he despises me. My sin? Being born with the same hair as his mother. But then, the way he looks at me isn't the way you look at the enemy. The way he pins and touches me isn't the way you touch a slave. He buries his face in my neck and relaxes with my scent, claiming me in ways no master should claim a defiant captive. I'm supposed to hate him for being heartless, for being evil, for refusing to let me go, but somewhere in between, I don’t. It's hate and angst, yet every touch makes my heart betray me. He makes my heart beat in ways it shouldn't. A human and an Alpha? Unacceptable! In fact, forbidden in Dark Hound! It's in fact forbidden! But he's unhinged and doesn't care. It's all war and roses until I find out I'm the thing that could either destroy him—or break his curse. The devil they warned him about. TRIGGER WARNING: This story contains mature themes and explicit content intended for adult audiences (18+) readers discretion is advised

Betrayed by her mate and marked for death on her wedding night, Arianna Greystone thought her life was over. But Fate had other plans. Sold to satisfy the Lycan King, the strongest male in the realm who loses control under every full moon—His touch was fatal… yet she survived. And became his property. An undeniable pull sparked between them. The King became obsessed. But when Arianna discovers she carries the blood of his enemies—blood that could ignite a war—everything changes. In a world ruled by dominance and bloodlines, how will she survive this primal fate?

An abandoned princess out for revenge... A powerful king in search of a bride... A hidden enemy lying in wait... An uprising approaching... In every tale of love and war, one must always come out the victor. But, How can you defeat something you can't even see? Elena has gone through so many unfair things in life. As a royal princess, she is treated no different from a commoner in her own home. She endured it all, until the day she found out she was to be paid a tribute to the blood king.... The blood king, a tyrant and a masochist, the person most feared in all the four kingdoms. No one has seen his face, and whoever does do not live to see the next day. Elena would rather die than to be given to him. But she alone can't suffer. As she goes to , she will drag them all with her! Revenge? that's her motto. Death? that's her best friend. No one can stop her! And not even the blood king!

They don’t know I’m a girl. They all look at me and see a boy. A prince. Their kind purchase humans like me—male or female—for their lustful desires. And, when they stormed into our kingdom to buy my sister for the purpose of satisfying their beast king's dark cravings, I intervened to protect her. I made them take me too. The plan was to escape with my sister whenever we found a chance. How was I to know our prison would be the most fortified place in their kingdom? I was supposed to be on the sidelines. The one they had no real use for. The one they never meant to buy. But then, the most important person in their savage land—their ruthless beast king—took an interest in the “pretty little prince.” How do we survive in this brutal kingdom, where everyone hates our kind and shows us no mercy? And how does someone, with a secret like mine, become a lust slave? . . AUTHOR'S NOTE. This is a dark romance—dark, mature content. Highly rated 18+ Expect triggers, expect hardcore. If you're a seasoned reader of this genre, looking for something different, prepared to go in blindly not knowing what to expect at every turn, but eager to know more anyway, then dive in!

"I am not foolish. I AM NOT F*CK*NG FOOLISH!" He yelled, picking her up by her hand. "Get out of my house. I no longer love you. I have found a replacement for you and we will get married as soon as possible" He tossed her outside the house. "Antonio please. Listen to me, I beg you. Where do you expect me to go from here? You know my parents... Just please" Melissa crawled to his feet once more, ignoring the bruise she had on her knee. Too bad, Antonio's mind was made up. **** She striked back. Stronger than before. Melissa was forcefully thrown out of her husband's house for something she didn't do. Melissa never knew a day would come where she would get to be on top of her husband, as she was currently holding a top position in her husband's company. Maybe Karma is a b*tch after all. Antonio, on the other hand had realized his mistake and would stop at nothing until he got her back in his arms. He didn't care if she was the boss over him, all he wanted was his wife back but it wasn't that simple. It was almost impossible. Especially when the dark secrets and truths began to explode one by one.

“Don't send me away! I promise to do whatever you want. Don't just send me back!" Desperate Candy pleaded with the man she knows nothing about. He slowly turns to look at her, his gaze piercing as ever, sending a chill down her spine. Stepping closer, he reached her chin and raised it to make her meet his eyes, using his index finger. "Little woman, accepting to be my wife means I'll own you and there's no turning back. You seems too fragile to be in my hell," He warned. With nervousness kicking in, she took a deep breath. She'd rather face his hell than stuck in the misery her stepmother had prepared for her. "Yes. I want to be your wife. In return you'll have to protect me from my step mother," She boldly declared prompting the man's lips to curl up into a devilish smile. His gaze settled on her slightly exposed cleavage, and lust filled them. "Strip" He ordered. ___ A deal... With the Billionaire devil... Will Candy ever regret her decision? What happens when enemies, dark secrets and unexpected emotions threatened to tear them apart?

On the thirteenth day that Anmora was imprisoned in the underground wine cellar, the thirteen-year-old girl was confined by the so-called "father" - the magus scholar Menger in the dark and damp wine cellar. Hunger, loneliness and fear became her constant companions. Lianen was the female slave in the family and the only source of warmth in Anmora's memory. However, she worshipped Menger while being completely unaware of Anmora's situation. Menger was both Anmora's "nurturer" and her captor and experimenter. He conducted cruel magus experiments on her under the guise of science, even subjecting her to double abuse of both mental and physical torture under the influence of drugs. Anmora both hated him and had to rely on him to survive; she longed to escape but was controlled by the collar and the black emerald ring. Menger became a target for the military to eliminate due to his defection from the Saint Lansectat Empire and his hiding of the "Divine Realm" system. Under the leadership of the legion commander, the Sky Fortress descended upon the border town of Campel. Menger was executed in the laboratory, the old house was burned down, and the entire city was reduced to ruins under the strategic-level magus attack of "Death Radiation". And Anmora, under Menger's last arrangement, hid in the wine cellar and narrowly escaped, but also fell into a new predicament of survival in the radiation zone.