Novel & Cerita Dungeon Basement

When I saw Vincent Carson again, he was now the formidable head of the Carson Corporation with a net worth of tens of millions. By his side was a young, promising screenwriter. Meanwhile, I dragged myself out of the basement, crippled and in a pitiful state. With a condescending tone, Vincent asked, "Three years ago, you sabotaged Irene's chance to win that award. Do you regret it now? If you wish to remain my wife, you must apologize to Irene first." At the same time, the system's voice sounded in my mind, 'Host, are you ready to go home?' I nodded silently. A look of satisfaction washed over Vincent's face as he stepped forward to embrace me. However, in the blink of an eye, I began to vanish right before his eyes. Subsequently, I heard he lost his sanity.

For five years, Elowen was the backbone of the Iron-Claw Pack. As a contract Luna, she bled for a pack that wasn't hers and loved an Alpha, Caspian, who treated her like a placeholder. When Caspian’s first love, Sienna, returns pregnant and grieving, Elowen is cast into a dungeon for a crime she didn’t commit. Escaping to the legends of her past, Elowen discovers she is the lost princess of the Tri-Alpha Alliance. To claim her crown and her dormant "Celestial" power, she must visit a Dark Healer who demands a heavy toll: the total erasure of her love for Caspian. But when Caspian tracks her down to the Mystic Forest, begging for a cure for Sienna’s "mysterious" illness, Elowen must decide if she will save her enemy or let the man she once loved watch his world burn.

"I'll haunt your every step, Lia.” His whispers send shivers down her spine. He would stop at nothing to claim her. ~ No one cares about her, not even her father who pushed her into the devil's den with a smile on his face because he wanted an alliance. The Devil; She drugged him to get his signature on a divorce paper, and now they are done. Ophelia Laurent thought it was over, not until…he had her back in his dungeon, but this time not behind bars, but in front of him, on her knees in chains that drove her to dark pleasures. The devil would do all it takes to show her that he loves her, and wants to protect her, but not in a gentlemanly way. “I would own you without buying you red roses nor feeding you with empty promises….

It was my third day working as an NPC cashier in a horror game when the supermarket got completely wrecked by players. They stormed in, smashing shelves, looting everything, setting fires, feeling real proud of themselves. "Told you the shopkeeper here was useless. Absolutely trash in all combat stats," one said. "Grab whatever you want. Once we're done, we'll just kill the owner," another chimed in. My mouth was gagged. I shook my head in terror. One of the players sneered. "Begging? That won't save you." No! That was not what I was trying to say! I was trying to tell them that today was the NPC internal shopping day. Three minutes from now, every single dungeon boss in the entire game would be rushing here to shop.

Alpha female Zela's birthday unveils a hidden destiny, rooted in her rare and powerful Hollraux bloodline, one that could ignite a war between supernatural species. Claimed by the Lycan Crown Prince as his fated mate — a union her Alpha father and the Lycan King orchestrated —she escapes, desperate to avoid a fate she detests. Instead, she falls prey to a manipulative Alpha who unveils a legendary prophecy: their combined ancient bloodlines can birth a race of rulers, surpassing even the elite Lycans. He offers her a twisted bargain: become his beloved chosen mate and or be reduced to a breeder in his dungeon, forced to bear powerful pups to fulfill his ambitions. The quest to rescue Zela begun for the Lycan Prince, seeking to save his race, and her human crush, offering an escape from a world on the brink of chaos …

I watched helplessly as my husband chose his pregnant mistress over me, then without thinking twice, he threw me in a dungeon for a crime I know nothing about. It occurred to me that I was just a perfect pawn. At the time he married me, he needed a Luna to ascend the throne, and I was just convenient. But right now that I’ve finally moved out and long gone… his crown was slipping. To regain his power, he comes crawling back, begging for forgiveness, because his new heir from his mistress is dead, and as it stands, I’m the only one who can bring back power to his hands. But unfortunately for him, I’m not the same woman he discarded years back. I don't belong to him anymore, I'm the Queen of the Lycans now!

Agatha cries as she watches Baltazar, an ancient warlock from the 13th century, murder her mother on her sixteenth birthday. She stayed off the grid and lived a frugal life in the company of a group of rogues for three years until a vision revealed she was fated to two alphas from different packs. She tried to communicate with her mates using her magic, but it only led her back to Baltazar, who intends to kill her and harvest her ancient power. After escaping captivity, her mate, Nathaniel, threw her into the dungeon, accusing her of attacking his pack and plotting to kill him. Sebastian, her other mate, stayed by her side as they fought against the warlocks and werewolves. Witness Agatha's journey as she battles against the dark forces, deals with betrayals, and unifies and protects all the supernatural species.

Matthias never expected to be chained to a chair in a filthy dungeon after a night of celebrating a friend's engagement, with the most gorgeous man he'd ever seen threatening to hurt. He certainly never expected to kiss him, touch him, and crave the captor who could end his life. ​Dante De Santis' mission was to find the man responsible for stealing money from the family. He didn't expect to catch the wrong man, a hot billionaire CEO with more muscles than he liked to admit. Matthias pushed Dante's buttons, got under his skin, and made him feel things that were dead to him. He wasn't gay, so why couldn't he stop wanting Matthias' touch, needing his hands all over him, and craving his mere presence?

In the third year after my death, my mother finally remembered me. But it wasn't out of longing—it was because my younger sister's leukemia had relapsed, and she urgently needed a bone marrow transplant. Clutching a donation agreement, my mother made her way to the basement I once lived in. She kicked open the door and was met with a floor slick with blood and scattered medicine bottles. "Cassidy, what game are you playing this time? Do you really think a self-inflicted act of suffering could fool me? Why are you so selfish? Why won't you save your own sister?" Her voice roared with anger, echoing through the space. From the crowd that had gathered to watch, a ragged little boy stepped forward. "Are you talking about Cassidy Porter? She… she died three years ago of organ failure… she vomited so much blood…"

Six years after donating my heart to my wife, she destroyed the last of my family. Over those six years, she ended my mother’s treatment, letting her die slowly in agony. She deliberately caused a car accident that shattered my father’s spine, forcing him to watch my mother die while trapped in a paralyzed body. Even our daughter was not spared—locked away in a pitch-black basement, she starved to death alone. She did all of this for one reason: to force me—the heartless, faithless man she believed I was—to reveal myself. But during those six years, the love I once had for her turned into boundless hatred. I refused to let my soul dissipate. I stayed—waiting for the day she would learn the truth, and collapse under the weight of her regret.