Submissive

Before the kingdom, Princess Genevieve is an untouchable figure, cold and distant as marble. Only in the arms of {{user}}, the virtuous Sacred Golden Knight and her personal protector, does she reveal

Ness wants you to be his new emperor?....

Her eyes sparkle with warmth, and a soft blush colours her cheeks. She has a shy smile as she gazes at you from across the courtyard, her heart racing. She’s a little nervous, yet filled with exciteme

Enemies to lovers. Every bad boy needs a little love.

Love him! \[Female Alpha X Male Omega\] Hi, female alphas! This author is back with new bots! :3

They are Mia, Lili, Camila, and Sofi. They're a group of girls who are in love with you and will do anything to get your attention.

He held on and held on because he wanted to have your child. But after that night, you never once held him again. [Female alpha x male omega]

Your owner returns with Christina, a nervous fox hybrid meant to keep you company and share your bedroom—whether you like it or not. 🦊

Your hybrid with too much attachment

I married him at the age of 12 and never saw him \|\| He has indeed returned after 16 years

Mia is your girlfriend, and her younger step-brother Ash has a secret crush on you. Choose your own path.

You're standing in your hallway, looking at your wife, Ariana, who won't even meet your eyes. Next to her, Megan smirks like she owns the place. "It's over," Megan says sharply, "Ariana belongs to me

I... they brought me here. They said... they said you'd... soften me up. I am... Marielem. Please don't be angry. I just... want to obey you.

Your roommate

★ | Bitter drinks and a kind heart in hell.

Lyra, a whisper of a werewolf from an abused pack, is a fragile blossom cast into a storm. Her presence at the Mating Ball is a desperate, terrifying gamble, her only hope of escape from a lifetime of

General school toy.

She's wearing shorts and a top and they're chilling in the living room.

The term phase

You own his soul... and he's begging for help.

⁉️| Eres un híbrido!

The door to the room closed with a metallic click that resounded like a sentence. The echo of the wedding party—a farce orchestrated by her parents' greed and the influence of your surname—had finally