Ella never imagined that her journey to planet Zenos-V to save her missing friend would become a one-way ticket into an abyss of despair—nor that it would drag her into a deadly game of conquest and submission. She, Ella, was a relentless reporter—rational, strong, and used to tearing away lies with the blade of truth. When she learned her friend Lina had disappeared on this so-called "diplomatic planet," she plunged into Kaelen territory without hesitation, determined to pull her friend out of whatever dangers awaited. He, Carlos, was the supreme leader of the Kaelen—a cold, formidable figure driven by primal instincts beyond human comprehension. His people obeyed the cruel law of "lifetime bonding": once they chose their prey, they marked them with their scent, binding them forever, leaving no escape. When Ella discovered Lina had already been utterly "tamed," reduced to Xavier's obedient pet, she thought she faced nothing more than a clash between savagery and civilization. But far more terrifying was the truth—that her own courage, blazing like a torch in the darkness, had drawn the deadliest predator of all straight to her. "You're noisy… but you smell alive. From now on, you're mine." When the white prison door slammed shut, when hunger was used as a tool of breaking, when her scent was forcibly covered by his—Ella realized this was no kidnapping, but a meticulously orchestrated hunt. Every act of resistance was nothing more than an invitation to deeper, more ruthless conquest. Could she preserve her identity through this torment of body and spirit? And the man who offered "comfort" at her lowest point—was he a devil, or the master fate had chosen for her? "Every time you resist, you're only begging me… to show you a new, more complete way to conquer you." This is a story of power, control, and forbidden love. When a modern woman collides with the primitive laws of an alien world, she discovers the most terrifying prison is not the cage around her body, but the unnamed… desire burning in the depths of her soul.

At age five, I witnessed a horrifying ritual in St. Mary's Village—villagers "renewing" a multi-armed angel statue in the church. After I stole and ate an offering, a mutilated female corpse appeared in the village, prompting my parents to flee with me in the night. Thirteen years later, a beautiful, mysterious woman began appearing in my dreams, calling to me with an angelic voice. While drunk, I unwittingly revealed personal information that gave her the key to finding me. Forced to return to the cursed village, I met "her" in reality—Anna, impossibly beautiful and utterly captivating despite my growing suspicions. As I dig deeper into the village's dark secrets, I discover the terrifying truth behind the ritual, the statue, and Anna's true nature. Now I'm trapped in this silent village, with no hope of escape from an ancient curse.

In 1920s Hollywood, the relentless clatter of typewriters shattered countless unnamed dreams. Ella Jones was one of them. As the most inconspicuous typist at Stellar Studio, she buried herself in ribbons of ink and stacks of paper, hiding her brilliant story ideas deep within. Until one day, her concept of a heroine turning the gun on her abuser was brazenly stolen by a screenwriter. Even more absurdly, the dazzling "King of Comedy" himself, Victor Grey, became one of the beneficiaries of that stolen inspiration. With her anonymous notes slipped under his door, he escaped a creative drought and secured his throne as Hollywood's "Lucky Guy." Over the phone, she was the mysterious "sir," his unseen mentor. In reality, she was just another invisible face on set, while he basked in the spotlight, adored by all. As the silent film era faded and the first talking pictures thundered onto the screen, Victor's flaws began to crack through his perfect façade and Ella's name was finally ready to step out from behind the typewriter and into the light. "The stories that made you a legend were never yours to begin with." When the truth comes to light, will she remain his anonymous muse or seize the pen to rewrite her own fate? Beneath the flickering neon of Hollywood, two souls play out their tangled dance, rivalry, dependence, and rebirth.

I am the second daughter of the Gray family, Zoe Gray. My sister Pamela Gray is the adored eldest daughter of the Gray household. Her mother is my stepmother, who seduced my father to improve her status, bringing her daughter into our family when she married him, and ultimately driving my mother to her death. The Hawkins Family specifically requested to marry my sister, but the groom was the Hawkins family's only heir—a man who had been bedridden for ten years, practically a living corpse. My sister, clinging to her true love, tearfully begged me to marry in her place. I signed the agreement and became my sister's substitute. Last night, I overheard her on the phone with her beloved, saying: "Once my foolish sister is tormented to death by the Hawkins Family, won't their vast fortune become ours?" What she doesn't know is that the Hawkins Family wasn't looking for the Gray family's eldest daughter at all. They were searching for the girl who, ten years ago, carried the Hawkins' only grandson out of a fire, left with a hideous scar across her back. That girl was me.

Alpha Ascian, that name could make anyone shiver from fear. He was heartless, dangerous and fierce. He knew one thing and it was killing. He was perfect in all ways so he never wanted a Luna. Then unexpectedly he met his mate, he was amazed by her both beauty and innocence but he didn't want her. So he showed her his fake love and took her to his bed, after he got what he wanted he said a remark that made his mate cry from pain. "I, Ascian Lucas, don't need a luna. So I reject, Mirela Elizabath as my mate" That was the last time Ascian saw Mirela, and he didn't try to find her but he failed to forget her even after three years. Her face and cries haunted him every night so finally, after suffering with nightmares he wanted to find her but too bad, she was missing. The moon goddess gave Ascian another chance and they met each other again, but Ascian had a beauty on his side while Mirela had a little boy in her arms……

I was forced to marry my Mate, the Alpha King. But I said hell no! As a white she-wolf, I, Christal, am also an noble Alpha. Though it was my destiny to marry him, I had never met him, I felt nothing for him! What's more, I've heard he's an extremely violent tyrant. That's why, I chose to escape from my Pack! By pretending to be a human being. However, he found me, captured me, and tried to conquer me. I thought he was cold-bloody, but he protected me, spoiled me, and even got to know me deeply. God, what a gentle Alpha King! Gradually, I totally fell in love with him, but when he proposed to me again, I had to reject him. Because I had a dark dirty secret, that I could never tell him...

I'm a horror-game streamer kept alive by a system—and I only have three days left. My viewers ridicule me as a coward who clings to poles and screams, until the system dishes out a quest: "Kiss the most handsome NPC in this scene. Reward: +10 days of life." Ignoring the crew who stage scares, I walk straight to the corner—to the white-clad man rumored to carry the heaviest grudge, the ghost everyone says brings bad luck to anyone who gets close. Under his icy gaze, I tiptoe and kiss him. The next second, his scorching arms clamp around my waist, and his low voice fills the livestream: "You kissed me. Now you must be responsible."

Violet lived her whole life in darkness and pain. All she has ever known is The Shadow, who she sees as both her tormentor and caregiver. Her days consist of nothing more than suffering. With no knowledge and utter disconnection from her wolfen spirit, her faith to be free is starting to dwindle.

I have witnessed the most masterful deception—it wears a white coat, holds a scalpel, and speaks noble words about saving lives under the surgical lights. Yet it tramples on the bones of its mentor, using them as steps to climb to the clouds. My father taught me how to diagnose diseases, and his death taught me how to dissect the human heart. Now, I have returned. With a completely new face, and the notebook he left behind. Julian Winters, this judgment, delayed by ten years, begins now.

After two years of marriage, I discovered my perfect husband was gay, and his affair was with my beloved younger brother! Overnight, I went from an envied socialite to the biggest joke in the city. At my lowest point, Julian Blake appeared—my father's closest friend, a business titan with immense power who had once cruelly rejected my confession. Like an apex predator, he claimed me completely in one night of passionate "teaching," then handed me the sharpest weapons to tear my enemies apart. I thought this was just a mutually beneficial adult game, until I accidentally stumbled into his secret gallery—walls covered with my portraits, documenting his ten-year obsession that bordered on madness. Was this possessive love a rope pulling me out of hell, or a chain dragging me into another abyss? [Possessive CEO x Vengeful Canary | Intense Push-Pull | Wife Chasing]