Explore All Web Novel Categories

The morning sunlight streamed through my bedroom window as I stood before the mirror, smoothing down the front of my cream-colored sundress. Today was special—a day I'd been planning for weeks. My parents were finally meeting Colin's family at Griffith Observatory, and I wanted everything to be perfect. "What do you think, Mom?" I asked, turning to show off my outfit. "Is this okay for meeting the Wrights?" My mother, Eleanor Gardner, looked up from her teacup with a warm smile. "You look beautiful, honey. That dress is perfect." "Thank you." I adjusted my hair, tucking a strand behind my ear. "I just want everyone to get along. The Wrights are... well, they're different from us." "They're just people," my father, Robert Gardner, said firmly from behind his newspaper.

The copper tang of dried blood coated my tongue, a familiar taste after ten years of serving as the Silverclaw Pack’s Enforcer. My tactical gear was shredded, my skin stained with the grime of a three-day hunt, but I didn't care. I had eliminated the spies from the Ironwood Pack. I had kept him safe. Thatcher. My wolf, usually a silent predator within my mind, paced restlessly as I approached the Sacred Grove. The moon hung heavy and full, casting silver light through the ancient trees. I needed to report to my Alpha. I needed to tell him the borders were secure. But as I stepped into the clearing, the report died in my throat.

"Two hearts. Two realms. One destiny." Arabella Nightshade fled her ancestral pack, vowing never to return after Alpha Asher Darkheart shattered her heart. But years later, a rogue attack forces her back into the shadows of her past, where she uncovers a terrifying truth. Caught in a deadly battle between packs and celestial beings, Arabella must confront her forbidden lineage. Will Arabella and Asher find redemption in each other...or will their love ignite the end of everything?

Aimee had been married to the president of the Carter Group, Penn, for three years, and finally ended up with divorce. 6 years after the divorce, she turned into a world-famous incense maker and returned with her two children. Countless people scrambled to marry her, and Penn was also attracted by her.A battle of lover purchasing began

In my past life, I was nothing more than a shadow to him. The Alpha, cold and distant, kept me at arm's length. He was obsessed with his so-called "white moonlight," an idealized image of someone who could never be mine. I was never seen, never cared for. And in the end, it cost me everything. My love for him-blind, foolish, unconditional-led to my death. He never noticed my sacrifice, never saw how I withered in silence for him. The day I died, my love for him was all that remained, but it meant nothing. I meant nothing. But now. Now I am reborn. I stand before him, no longer the fragile, desperate woman he ignored. I made him cuckolded.

The password to my husband's study wasn't our anniversary. It was his mistress's birthday. Inside, hidden under a stack of blueprints, I found a document titled "Transfer of Guardianship." It stated that upon birth, I would be stripped of all parental rights, and my baby would be raised by Kaleigh, the "Luna Designate." When I confronted Jacob, the Alpha of the Moonstone Pack, he didn't even flinch. "Kaleigh is wolfless and barren," he said coldly, sipping his whiskey. "She has the political connections to be Luna. You are just an Omega." "I am your wife!" I screamed. "You are an incubator," he corrected me. "Your genes are useful. Your status is not." He then tossed a key on the table. It was for a hidden condo. He told me that after they took my son, I could live there as his secret mistress for "stress relief." Kaleigh even mind-linked me, laughing as she called me a vessel, bragging that Jacob had never marked me because he was saving his bite for her. I realized then that running wasn't enough. To save my son, Aurelia Flynn had to cease to exist. I bought a vial of "The Widow's Kiss"—a poison that stops the heart for ten minutes—and lit a match. As the flames consumed our penthouse, I drank the poison and let the world believe the Alpha's rejected mate had committed suicide. Ten years later, deep in the mountains, Jacob stumbled into a clearing while inspecting land. He fell to his knees when he saw me, thinking he was seeing a ghost. "Aurelia? I buried you..." "You buried a memory," I said, my voice commanding him with a power he had never known I possessed. Then, a boy stepped out from behind me. He had Jacob's jawline, but his eyes were molten gold, and his aura was that of a legendary White Wolf. Jacob looked at the boy, trembling. "Is he... is he mine?" "He is mine," I replied, my eyes glowing. "You wanted a tool for your mistress. Instead, I raised the King who will strip you of everything."

Overwhelmed by hatred and distress, the young Alpha Kaiden swears to make his brother pay the price of his betrayal... When her lover defected the King without any warning, the vengeful new Alpha had already come to the poor human girl Ophelia , claiming that she should pay the debt. *** "You will beg me to fuck you if you want your lover to live," Alpha King Kaiden had lost all his humanity. "How dare you do this? I'm your brother's mate!" Ophelia whimpered, holding her hands to her breasts. "That brother who wanted my crown and my life? Fuck him and fuck you!" The furious Alpha didn't care about it anymore. He wanted revenge! He grasped her hands and pinned them over her head. Her beautiful body appeared as the silk cloth quickly slid down. She's damn gorgeous when she was completely naked! "Well, no wonder my brother wanted to fuck you," Kaiden taunted with a smirk, "but now it's I who will be the one to steal your virginity." Kaiden claimed as he tighten her waist, making her approaching to his d*ck. "Pl----ease do------nt," her voice was drowned out while his wild kiss fell on her lips. At this moment, Ophelia knew her life now became a disaster...

I was drugged and sent to a hotel room to be compromised, but I ended up in the presidential suite with a stranger. I didn't know the man I clung to in my hallucinogenic haze was my own husband, Devaughn Winters, a man I hadn't spoken to in a year. When I woke up the next morning, the terror of what I’d done hit me like a physical blow. I fled, leaving behind nothing but a shredded dress and a lingering sense of dread. I thought I’d finally escaped the cold, suffocating contract of our marriage when I signed the divorce papers, but I was wrong. My mother-in-law arrived at my apartment, freezing my sick mother’s medical funds and threatening to ruin me for the "infidelity" she claimed I’d committed. She dragged my secrets into the light, leaving me with no choice but to fight back with a knife in my hand and a 911 call on speaker. But just as I thought I was free, the man I’d spent the night with—the man who was supposed to be my stranger—tore up our divorce papers and declared that I was his to keep. I was a pawn in a game I didn't understand, trapped between a ruthless father who wanted to sell me for corporate secrets and a husband who demanded I belong to him in life and in death. How did he not know who I was that night, and why is he suddenly claiming me as his own? I’m done being a victim, and if he thinks he can own me, he’s about to find out exactly what happens when a cornered woman decides to burn it all down.

When the private elevator pinged. That was the moment Eleanor's two-and-a-half years as a billionaire's perfect fake girlfriend abruptly ended. Julian was terminating her services early because his real first love was moving into the penthouse tomorrow. His assistant stood by the marble counter, bracing for a screaming match. He handed over a brutal non-disclosure agreement. He slid a five-million-dollar check across the table, fully expecting her to cry, beg, or throw the money back in his face. "Miss Palmer... Giselle is moving in tomorrow," he warned. Instead, Eleanor calmly borrowed his Montblanc pen, signed her name three times without hesitation, and slipped the money into her planner. "Congratulations to Mr. Caldwell-Prentice on finally getting what he wants," she smiled flawlessly. They all thought she was just a high-end, emotionless mercenary who felt absolutely nothing for the men she served. They didn't know she was actually Cara Love, the last surviving heir of the ruined Love Foundation, living under a fake name to avenge her dead father. For years, she swallowed her burning hatred, playing the perfect emotional substitute to buy dark web intel and hide her unnatural, rapid-healing body from a ruthless medical syndicate. But now, a tech billionaire client had just uncovered her true identity, and her burner phone flashed with a terrifying emergency alert. The syndicate had found her. Eleanor grabbed her suitcase and ordered the private jet back to New York. The facade was over; it was time to face the deadly storm.

**WARNING: VERY EXPLICIT 21+** + + My name doesn't matter. My filthy urges do. I came home from work. The bedroom door was half open. My husband was there, pounding into some woman on our bed, his c**k slamming in and out, deep and rough. I should have screamed. Instead my p**sy clenched hard. I stood frozen, watching every thrust. My hand slipped under my skirt on its own. Fingers circled my cl*t as he f**ked her right in front of me. He glanced over. "You like watching my c**k stretch her?" I rubbed faster. "Don't stop," I whispered. Then I came shaking, eyes locked on him pounding her. *** 69 Dripping Fantasies is sixty-nine raw taboo stories. Wives catching husbands cheating and getting soaked instead of angry. Step-family secrets whispered in quiet. Glory holes that fill fast. Honeymoon wife swaps sparked by one dumb dare. Older rich men taking total control. Professors crossing every forbidden line. Husband's best friends sneaking in. Strangers who follow, then f**k hard. Group nights in dark clubs. Cucks cleaning up every last drop. *** I'm on my knees. One thick c**k buried deep in my throat, making me gag. The woman behind me squeezes my t*ts until it hurts so good. Her tongue between my ass, teasing, no c**k has filled my p**sy or a*s yet. But I'm trembling, dripping, seconds from squirting everywhere. Two massive black c**ks wait their turn, and her presence makes it filthier... hotter. I never knew I craved this so badly. *** No soft romance. Just dirty yeses where no should be. Sixty-nine stories. Sixty-nine surrenders. Read if you're brave. These pages might leave you wet, jealous, horny... or secretly think of your own filthy fantasies when nobody's watching. Reader discretion is strongly advised.

The phone vibrated against my desk, its screen illuminating with Everett's name. I smiled, reaching for it absently while sorting through another stack of case files. "Hey, Ev," I answered, expecting to hear about his latest trading victory or some joke he'd heard at the office. "Chloe." His voice cracked. "They're arresting me." My fingers froze on the file folder. "What? Who?" "The SEC. Insider trading charges." His words tumbled out in a frantic rush. "They're saying I used non-public information to trade stocks. It's bullshit, Chloe, you know it is.

For three years, Ariana Grace Chase played the role of a wife who was never truly chosen. Their marriage was a contract. His heart belonged to another woman. And when his first love returned, Maxwell Cox handed Ariana divorce papers without hesitation. He thought money would erase her. He thought she would beg. Instead, Ariana walked away, with his assets, his power, and the inheritance he never knew he could lose. After the divorce, Maxwell realizes too late that the woman he discarded now controls everything he was raised to inherit. Pregnant, untouchable, and finally free, Ariana disappears from his world only to return as the woman he can no longer reach. As secrets unravel, families collapse, and bloodlines are exposed, Maxwell’s regret turns into obsession. He wants his ex-wife back. His empire back. His legacy back. But some women are only disposable once. And when a man comes crawling back after the divorce, he may find the door permanently closed.

The kitchen clock read 5:03 AM when I heard Kyra's soft footsteps behind me. I didn't turn around, my hands already deep in flour as I kneaded the dough for Beau's birthday cake. "You're up early," Kyra murmured, her voice still rough with sleep. She tied her robe and washed her hands before joining me at the counter. "I couldn't sleep," I admitted, glancing at the space-themed cake design we'd printed out. "Beau's been talking about this party for weeks." Kyra yawned and picked up the piping bag. "At least we'll have it perfect by the time he wakes up." We worked in comfortable silence, the only sounds the soft hum of the refrigerator and the occasional clink of utensils. Flour dusted our hair and clung to our robes as we meticulously decorated the three-tier cake with planets and stars. "This is probably the last birthday we'll celebrate here," Kyra said suddenly, her voice barely audible over the mixer. I paused, my hand hovering over the silver fondant.

A crown prince A kingdom in distress A girl with her dreams A happening from the past A destiny woven by Fate And the trouble of love. Luke was unaware of his heritage, thus he was surprised to hear that he is the crown prince! What happens when the King decided that it is time for him to marry and that he shall do it in a month? Will he be able to proceed after failing for a couple of times. He has to find a bride soon or he will be stripped out of his title and be casted out. Neola has a crush on Luke but after he went off, her feelings remain static and she couldn't help but miss him. What if they ended up meeting after five years? Will things finally continue to where they left it? or will they remain strangers, alone in the world, and hoping for the love that may never came. And what if there is a catch? What if Luke isn't the only one who can bear the throne and rule the kingdom? What if there is a past, unknown, weaven before them? © s a f i e

The crystal chandelier cast a warm, heavy glow over the long mahogany table. It was the welcome banquet for Reese Hudson. She was the daughter of the Silverfang Beta, returning from a five-year pack exchange in Europe. But to everyone in this room, she was something much more important. She was the fated mate who had rejected our Alpha, Tristan Cole, when they were eighteen. I sat beside Tristan, right where I always sat. I wore a dark silk dress he had picked out for me. My neck, as always, was bare. Five years of sharing his bed, running his pack house, and smiling at his side through every tedious political dinner, and I still didn't have his mark. I used to touch the smooth skin of my neck in the mirror and tell myself he just needed time.

At my ten-week ultrasound, I was supposed to be celebrating the future of the Falcone family. I was Isabella Falcone, wife to the most powerful Don in the south. But when the nurse called my name, the man who stood up beside his pregnant mistress was my husband. In the sterile silence of that waiting room, he chose her. He later confessed he was being blackmailed by her family—a weakness that was a death sentence in our world. That night, he moved his mistress into our home, into my bedroom, and locked me away like a prisoner in the staff quarters. He wasn't imprisoning his wife; he was guarding an asset. He needed the legitimate heir I carried to save his crumbling empire. His betrayal was absolute when his own mother and my adoptive parents arrived while he was away. They forced me to sign divorce papers, then told me they were taking me to a clinic. His mother pulled out a gun and pointed not at my head, but at my stomach. "We're terminating this complication," she said coldly. As they dragged me from the house, my world went dark. But through the haze, I saw a fleet of black cars blocking the gate. An army of men poured out, led by a face I had only ever seen in a photograph. Days earlier, locked in my room, I made a single phone call to the only man more powerful than my husband: my biological father, the head of the Chicago Outfit. And he had come to collect his daughter.

After five years of a cold, empty marriage to tech titan Arlo Hatfield, I tricked him into signing our divorce papers, disguised as a grant application for my astrophysics fellowship in Chile. Just as my escape was within reach, I discovered I was pregnant. At the same time, I found Arlo doting on his childhood sweetheart, Brielle, who was faking her own pregnancy to win him over. In the hospital, suffering from a real pregnancy complication, I watched as Arlo rushed to Brielle' s side, completely ignoring my pain. He was so blinded by her lies that he didn't even realize I was carrying his child, assuming I'd just had a minor stomach flu. "Corinne, darling, are you alright?" Brielle cooed, her eyes glinting with victory. "Arlo and I just got the most wonderful news. Our little one is doing so well." He never even looked back at me. I saw the truth then: I was invisible to him, and so was our child. His world was built on power and lies, and there was no place for us in it. So I fled. I took our baby and disappeared to Chile, building a new life among the stars, far from his suffocating shadow. I thought I had finally escaped. Years later, after a catastrophic earthquake, he found me. Bruised, broken, and desperate, he begged for forgiveness. "I didn't know," he pleaded. I looked at the man who had shattered my world and held our child closer. "You didn't care to know," I said, my voice as cold as the space between galaxies. "And now, you've lost everything."

"I, Hailey Moreno, reject you, Jude Castellan, as my mate." The words tasted like poison, but not as bitter as finding him in bed with my twin sister. Hailey's world shattered when her mate betrayed her with the one person who should have protected her-her own twin, Lucy. The broken mate bond nearly destroyed her wolf, but from the ashes of that pain, something darker was born: revenge. Her plan is simple and ruthless-seduce Alpha Lucian, Jude's powerful father, and make her ex-mate watch as she takes everything from him. But Hailey doesn't know that the lonely Alpha has been watching her, wanting her, for far longer than she realizes. What starts as revenge becomes something neither of them expected. Now Hailey must decide: Is she strong enough to want something real again? Or will her thirst for vengeance destroy the only chance she has at true happiness? In a world where wolves mate for life, some bonds are meant to be broken-and others are worth fighting for.

Adelia thought she was just heading upstairs to rest in the hotel suite arranged by her caring stepsister. But her champagne had been heavily drugged. In the pitch-black room, her rational thoughts melted away as she was violently pulled into the darkness by a terrifying stranger. The next morning, the heavy suite door was kicked open, and blinding camera flashes shattered her world. Her fiancé stormed in, hurling their prenuptial agreement directly at her bleeding cheek. "You make me sick! Violating our agreement like this. You are a disgusting, unfaithful whore!" Her stepsister squeezed to the front of the crowd, crying perfectly rehearsed tears of horror for the tabloid reporters, while her eyes gleamed with pure, unadulterated triumph. Desperate and trembling, Adelia begged her father for help, explaining she had been framed. But her father, the family CEO, only cared about his plummeting stock prices. He coldly stripped her of her inheritance, froze her trust funds, and had massive security guards physically drag her out of Manhattan. She hadn't just been betrayed; she had been completely slaughtered by the people she loved most. As the elevator plummeted toward the lobby, her tears dried into a bloody, silent vow. Six years later, Adelia stepped out of JFK Airport, flanked by her terrifyingly smart six-year-old twins. She was no longer a disgraced, pathetic victim. She had returned as a legendary, untouchable ghost surgeon, ready to rip her family's empire apart. And her very first move involves saving the life of the ruthless Wall Street predator who ruined her that night.

The fluorescent lights in the practice room buzzed overhead, casting harsh shadows across the polished floor where our team had gathered for what Grayson called an "important announcement." I sat cross-legged on the mat, my fingers unconsciously tracing the familiar dragon dance movements against my thigh—a nervous habit I'd developed over years of performing. Something in Grayson's tone had set my teeth on edge. "I've made a decision about our championship routine," Grayson said, his voice carrying that overly cheerful note he used when he knew he was about to say something controversial. He stood at the front of the room, hands clasped behind his back like he was addressing a board meeting instead of the team we'd built together from nothing. "Nina will be taking the tail position for the three-meter platform sequence." The words hit me like a physical blow. I felt my spine straighten, every muscle in my body tensing as the implications crashed over me. Nina Austin—who'd joined our team barely two months ago—taking the most crucial support position in our signature routine? "Are you serious?" The words escaped before I could stop them, sharp and incredulous. Around the room, I caught the shocked expressions of Marcus Chen and the other senior members. Even they understood how insane this was.

Sloane Voss thought she was building a life with Marcus Hale—funding his ambitions, believing his promises, quietly holding everything together while he climbed toward a future he had no intention of sharing with her. When she discovers he's been courting a senator's daughter while still cashing her checks, Sloane doesn't crumble. She activates the one weapon Marcus forgot he handed her: a legally binding contract she funded his entire career with. But taking down Marcus will require more than legal leverage. It will require an ally as ruthless as her plan—and the only person in Austin powerful enough to help her is Ryker Voss, the estranged older brother she barely knows. Cold, calculating, and utterly unreadable, Ryker has his own reasons for wanting Marcus's firm dismantled. Their arrangement should be simple: mutual destruction, professional distance. It should be. But nothing between Sloane and Ryker is simple—or safe. A scorching enemies-to-reluctant-allies romance about betrayal, power, and the most dangerous kind of chemistry: the kind you're not supposed to feel at all.

I could feel every pair of eyes in the Council chamber boring into me as I stood to speak. The monthly Pack Council meeting had always been my domain as much as Stefan's. For six years, I'd sat at this table—not as decoration, but as the Luna who'd bled for every inch of territory we now controlled. The scar on my left shoulder, hidden beneath my silk blouse, was proof enough of that. "Regarding the eastern border patrols," I began, keeping my voice steady and diplomatic, "I recommend we rotate the Delta shifts every forty-eight hours instead of seventy-two. The Rogues have been testing our defenses at dawn, and fatigue is making our warriors—" "Amara." Stefan's voice cut through mine like a blade through silk. I stopped mid-sentence, my wolf stirring uneasily beneath my skin. Something in his tone felt wrong. Cold. The way he'd say my name when correcting an Omega who'd overstepped.

I stared at the financial records spread across my kitchen table, my fingers trembling as I traced the columns of numbers. Three years. Three years since I'd forgiven Oliver for his affair with that rogue she-wolf, Summer Wilson. Three years of rebuilding our mate bond, of raising our daughter Hope, of believing we'd moved past his betrayal. And now this. "Large withdrawals," I whispered, circling the figures with my pen. "Every month for... two years." The amounts were substantial—more than what we spent on pack supplies. More than what we allocated for Hope's education. The destination was always listed as "security expenses," but the pattern was too regular, too consistent.

Warning This story contains mature content, including strong language, violence, and sexually explicit scenes. Reader discretion is advised. "I'd f***k you so hard, my so called brother would be so marvelled", he said, his voice laced with mockery and sarcasm. "Besides, you are mine", he added. "I was never yours, Ryker", I screamed as I wriggled on the chair where my hands were tied together. "He'll come for me", I added. "Were you always like this", he said, his finger raising my jaw, making me look into his eyes for a moment. "I'm afraid he won't be able to find us this time around, little Wolf". ******************************** Aria gets rejected by her mate, the Alpha, because she was a weak Omega. Broken and rejected, she escapes to the city where she catches the eye of Kian Blake, An Alpha CEO who happened to be her mate's step-brother. As her love with Kian blossoms, her long-buried power awakens, revealing a hidden secret that was enough to cast a spotlight on her. As news spread about her existence, war breeds between the brother who cast her aside and the one willing to fight for her. One who is willing to fight for her and the one who is willing to take her as his captive. She was once nothing but a weak Omega, now she's the prize in a battle between two Alphas. The Victory is uncertain....until she finds out the brother she trusted wasn't exactly transparent with her Now she's left alone, to trust the one who blatantly rejected her, or the one who pulled her close while holding a secret that could break her.... None is ready to let her go....