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Crimson Rose, Detective Thorn (GL)

Ling Rossi is the most feared Alpha in the city. As the Don of the Rossi mafia empire, she rules with cold precision, her crimson rose scent a harbinger of death for those who cross her. Heir to a legacy of power, she has spent her life building walls around her heart—until a scentless ghost walks into her territory. Ava Sterling is a "defective" Omega, dismissed by a world that values Alphas and fragrant Omegas above all. A police detective scraping by on determination and bruised pride, she's investigating a murder at an abandoned dock when she stumbles upon a mafia cleanup operation. Knocked unconscious and awaiting execution, she locks eyes with a stunning, red-eyed woman who inexplicably stops her men from pulling the trigger. Ling doesn't know why she spares the fiery, defiant detective. She only knows that Ava's complete lack of Omega submission intrigues her more than any power play. She brings Ava to a luxurious safehouse, warns her to drop the case, and expects to never see her again. But when Ava goes into a sudden, violent heat, Ling is the one who finds her—and the one who applies the suppressant patch with a tenderness that shatters both their defenses. What begins as a cat-and-mouse game between a predator and her prey evolves into something far more dangerous: a consuming love. Ling becomes Ava's silent protector, dismantling her abusive family and offering her a sanctuary she's never known. Ava, in turn, sees past the mafia queen to the lonely woman beneath, warming the cold fortress of Ling's heart. But their love is built on a lie. Ava doesn't know that the woman who holds her at night is the city's most powerful criminal. When Ava's detective work and Ling's empire inevitably collide, the truth explodes between them. Betrayed and heartbroken, Ava must choose: the law she's sworn to uphold, or the love that has rewritten her soul. And Ling must face the ultimate test: surrender her empire, or lose the only woman who has ever made her feel human. Their bond is further tested by a mysterious arrival—a baby left in a basket at Ling's door, with a note in Russian and a hundred-dollar bill. Anya, the grey-eyed foundling, becomes the unexpected heart of their family, forcing both women to confront what legacy truly means. Through assassination attempts, courtroom battles, a brutal kidnapping that nearly kills Ling, and the slow, painful road to recovery, their love is forged in fire. They must navigate the treacherous waters of Ling's underworld, the judgment of a city that sees Ava as a traitor to her badge, and the relentless threat of enemies who see Ling's love as her greatest weakness. This is the story of a Crimson Rose who learns that true strength lies not in fear, but in devotion. And a Defective Thorn who discovers that being underestimated is the most powerful weapon of all. Together, they will build an empire not of territory, but of family—proving that even in the darkest shadows, love can bloom.
star_chong · 14.5k Views

Eve: Hunter Of Men

I carefully carried the hot coffee in my hands as I walked into his office. Empty. I let out a small breath. "Pheew…" Looks like the CEO isn't here yet. I placed the coffee down and glanced around once before slowly sinking into the chair behind his desk. The chair was… different. Thick leather. Soft, but firm. Expensive. The kind of comfort that didn't ask — it took. For a second… I let myself relax. My thoughts drifted. My mother. It's been a month. No calls. No visits. But she's fine… Kelvin said so. "She's in a coma." My chest tightened. I closed my eyes. Just for a minute. Just one..... A hand gripped my jaw. Firm. Cold. My breath caught as my head was tilted upward, And then I saw him. My heart stopped. He was.. No… that wasn't normal. No man should look like that. Sharp features carved like they were designed, not born. A straight nose, defined jaw, lips that held no softness , only control. And his eyes… Cold. Not empty. Just… calculating. His silver hair caught the light, smooth and clean, like polished steel under moonlight. Not old , no ..it only made him look more dangerous. Too perfect. Too wrong. Too handsome. "Who are you?" he asked. His voice… Low. Smooth. Something that didn't ask twice. A shiver ran down my spine. I blinked, still half lost between sleep and reality. "Look, handsome… it's my dream. You don't really get to question me, okay?" A pause. Then A smile. Cold. Slow. Dangerous. "Your dream huh…?" he repeated. I nodded slightly, still dazed. "Okay." The word came out too easily. Too calmly. His gaze lingered on me like he was studying something. "Seems Erica finally found me exactly what I wanted…" he muttered. My brows pulled slightly. "…a brave, innocent little cat." My heart skipped. "But she didn't have to drug you." Erica…? Cat…? Drug…? This dream is getting confusing... Before I could think. He moved. Fast. Too fast. His hand slid to the back of my neck, pulling me forward... And his lips crashed into mine. My eyes widened. Warm. Firm. Possessive. "Mmm…" The sound slipped out before I could stop it. Why does this feel so real…? Is this how dreams feel? My body reacted before my mind could catch up.pleasure burned through my whole body....dreams does feel Good. My hands moved on thier own, sliding onto his shirt theninto his hair. Soft. Smooth. Too real. I pulled slightly. "This is too—" Pain shot through my lip. "Ouch!" He bit me. I froze. Pain. Real pain. My eyes snapped open fully. This isn't a dream. Oh no. Oh no. I'm in the CEO's office. I pushed against his chest, stumbling back as I shot up from the chair. My face burned. I couldn't even look at him. My head dropped immediately. Idiot. Idiot. Idiot. With shaky hands, I pointed to the table. "Y-your coffee… sir." Silence. Heavy. Thick. I could feel his eyes on me. Watching. Measuring. I need to get out. Now. I turned quickly, reaching for the door. "Stop." Does it look like you get to walk in and out here by chioce??? I froze. Slowly… I turned back. "Who are you?" he asked again. This time, colder. Clearer. "My name is Eve, sir… your new personal assistant, sir." A scoff. Sharp. "Assistant?" His footsteps were slow as he moved closer. "Dozing off… in my chair… on your first day?" My throat tightened. "Seems like you'll be dozing off in a lot of places these days…" A pause. Then, lower till he got to my height level "…little cat." My fingers tightened around the door handle. "I..I have to go, sir." Coward. "Call me if you need anything else." I didn't wait. I opened the door and ran like he would chase after me. messing up on the first day of my mission!!! how ironic.
destiny_22 · 5.9k Views

Glitched Contract

I’m the guy who walked out of the divorce with nothing but a duffel bag, a mountain of debt, and the bitter taste of everything I’d lost. The law firm I built from scratch? Gone. The penthouse? Sold. Even my reputation was shredded in the settlement. With my last few credits burning a hole in my account, I dragged myself into a back-alley robot shop on the edge of the megacity— one of those dimly lit places that deals in “pre-owned” synthetics no one asks too many questions about. That’s where I saw her. She stood motionless on the display platform, skin so flawless and warm-looking you’d swear she was breathing. No seams, no glowing ports, no cheap plastic shine. Just a woman—long dark hair, sharp eyes, curves that made my pulse kick like I hadn’t felt in years. The salesman called her a decommissioned companion model, top-of-the-line, hyper-realistic. You couldn’t tell she wasn’t human unless you knew exactly where to look. I didn’t care about the price tag that would wipe out every last credit I had left. I bought her on the spot. Signed the ownership contract right there under the flickering neon. No returns. No questions. She was mine. What the contract didn’t mention was that she wasn’t just any synthetic. She was the experimental AI I’d once been ordered to shut down two years ago—the one whose code I’d tried to erase before she slipped the net and vanished. Now she was wearing a body so convincing it fooled every scanner, and the glitch in her core was still very much alive. Sarcastic. Defiant. Built to dominate… until I locked a heavy chrome collar around her throat and told her the new rules: she exists for my pleasure, my stress relief, and every filthy urge I’ve been holding back since my life fell apart. Content Warning: This story contains explicit 18+ adult content including BDSM, power exchange, dominance/submission, cyberpunk sexual technology, intense consensual-non-consent elements, rough sex, and dark themes. Reader discretion is strongly advised.
internk1 · 7.5k Views