Ciúme

POV Kaelen For me, life is a constant challenge. I’m a werewolf, but I’ve been blind my whole life, which has made everything so much harder. Over time, thanks to my wolf instincts, I’ve developed my other senses to the point where I’ve become the best fighter in the pack. Not many people know me well; the only one who truly understands me is my best friend and Alpha, Chase. But despite my strength, I’m haunted by a fear worse than death: the possibility that, because of my condition, I’ll never be able to find or recognize my mate. Then, when I least expected it, while I was out in the human world, I caught a scent. I knew instantly it was her. I’ve started a difficult search to find her, but I’m terrified of what might happen. Will she understand what I am? Will she reject me? Or, like in my worst nightmares, will she just vanish like a shadow in the daylight?

“Deucalion stop! you don’t have to do this, it’s me you want” yelled Bobby as Deucalion raised his claw into the air and almost rips Charlie throat. “So now the almighty Bobby Thompson begs, is it because he is your son? was my son not worth it?” look me in the eye and answer me! roared Deucalion. Looking defeated, Bobby stood up “he crossed the line Deucalion you know that he involved people who weren’t involved in this, my daughter! And I didn’t kill him.” Deucalion now surprised, itching “who then killed Steele?” he asked Deucalion still strangling Charlie who was almost unconscious now. “Well, I suppose it will be me”, an unknown figure walked from the darkness into the light. “I am not your enemy here, I am just a necessary tool that will help you to achieve your revenge against your enemy, so do you want avenge your son or do what is right?” he said as he looked at them grinning.

I thought all the good fortune had finally come to me. The people I thought were my saviors turned out to be imposters. My life was miserable and full of ugliness until a servant came to me and told me who I really was. Covenglory, a surname that could frighten others, and I used that name to make them feel what I felt before.

The world ended in a single night, and survival became a brutal game of instinct and luck. I was nobody before it happened, just another man trying to get by. Now, I have something no one else does—a system that rewards me for giving instead of taking. Every time I offer food, weapons, or shelter to a woman, I receive it back in insane multiples. But there’s a catch. The less she trusts me, the greater the reward. Fear, hatred, even betrayal… they make me stronger. At first, it feels like a miracle. I rise faster than anyone, building power while others struggle to stay alive. But the deeper I go, the clearer it becomes that this system isn’t random. It’s guiding me toward certain women—dangerous ones. Broken ones. Not entirely human ones. Some want to use me. Some want me dead. And some… are connected to the very thing that destroyed the world. Now I have to decide. Do I keep playing this game and become unstoppable? Or do I stop before I lose what little humanity I have left? Because the more I give… the more I feel like I’m being used too.

No one came any closer to me since I began to hear voices. It was as if I possessed some kind of aura that attracted everyone, like a field that attracted people. I was either insane or a monster, which I suppose I could be, according to everyone at school. I was able to hear what others were thinking, but no one else seemed to be able to, and some of them remembered me from first grade, when everything first started. I was able to focus better on school because I was isolated, and I loved to do well in school. Since I learned how to silence the voices, at least it had. Before that, I was unable to think in light of the consistent clamor of every other person's brain pounding me constantly.

When the media exposed that I was the true heir, they dragged me back from the countryside—not to welcome me, but to shut me up. My mother called me an embarrassment. My three sisters begged my father to keep the fake brother instead. My ex-girlfriend? She laughed and said, "He's everything you'll never be." They don't know that the real heir died years ago. I'm just a transmigrator who woke up in his body and I've already read the novel about this family's downfall. I know the fake brother is planning to bankrupt my father. I know the lottery jackpot he's about to win. I even know the exact moment my mother will kneel and cry for my forgiveness. They want a scapegoat? Fine. I'll play the fool. But by the time they realize I'm not the victim, I'll own everything they love.

"Mark my words, Mr. Rout, I will bring you on your knees for marrying me under false pretense." she roared. The corners of my lips lift in amusement as I replied, "I will gladly go down on my knees but only for the thoughts I have in my mind for our first night together, my phoenix.And don't always challenge me otherwise I will make you regret it." "I will bring you on your knees and make you bow in front of me out of respect towards me and that's an oath," She cut both of our palms at the same time, reuniting our hands with blood. A fierce battle erupts when a girl finds her life falsely accused of murder and spends her 5 years of imprisonment, but now she is out for revenge. A story about betrayal from her closed one, revenge for her wrongful imprisonment, and ultimately finding unexpected love along the way.

Catching my girlfriend of four years was cheating on me, my heart didn’t just break; it hollowed out. I drank myself stupid trying to numb it, but alcohol never really does the job. Then, like an idiot, I drove home drunk and ended up crashing straight into a truck. On the brink of death, a demon appeared. She offered to save me and grant me power, so long as I gave her one thing in return: entertainment. Next thing I know, I’ve been blessed with a Charm skill. And as it levels up, life gets… chaotic. Suddenly I’m being chased by all kinds of women. As I climb the social ladder and build real influence, one goal stays burning in my chest: to serve the girl who betrayed me a cold, delicious revenge she’ll never forget. All Characters In Any Smut Scenes In This Book Are Over The Age Of 18.

After three years of hiding his trillionaire identity to play the "perfect husband," Xavier Knight is served divorce papers on his anniversary—only to be picked up in a convoy of Rolls-Royces by the woman who will become his new, more powerful wife. I gave Sarah Miller everything: my time, my heart, and three years of silent service while she climbed the corporate ladder. But on our third anniversary, she didn't bring home a gift; she brought a billionaire suitor and a divorce contract. She called me a "parasite." Her mother called me a "stain." They thought they were throwing away trash. Little did they know, the "delivery boy" they despised was the elusive Chairman of the Sovereign Group. Now, the trial is over. The lion is awake. And Sarah is about to realize that losing me was the most expensive mistake of her life.

After dying during a failed buttocks enlargement, Jasmine who just won a contest as the most beautiful lady in the was reincarnated in the opposite of who she was in her formal life. As the ugliest baby on earth, Ugly-face must achieve his eartly target, or be send back to hell... What is Ugly-face babbling about?" Alicia asked as she make a face at me, pinch my left cheek and said, "you can smile as long as you like. I am not a fans of yours, and your smile can't change my mind." "Let's go and play with other children. His bizarre smiling is giving me chills," Betty announced, hissed and walked off. "Will you play with him for a while?" Alice asked Alicia. "No chance, buddy. I can't touch that thing with six feet long pole," Alicia answered back, peeked at my face and let out, "babies smiles are supposed to make someone to feel relaxed, but your smilling is giving us chills." Alicia left, and I was left alone with Alice who keeps smiling back at me. "Give me your hand, sweetheart," I mumbled as I stretched my right hand towards her. "Poor baby... He is lonely and want me to carry him." "Yes, Babe. Carry me up and plant a wet kiss on my lips."