Superman Beating Goku Novels & Stories

I became Luna of the Shadowfang pack, bound to an Alpha who treats me like a stranger. The only one who sees me is his Beta—and our forbidden connection could destroy us all. Two months ago, I was an ordinary wolf. Now I'm Elara, Luna of the Shadowfang pack, mated to the most powerful Alpha in the territory. But the title means nothing when my mate, Damon, won't even look at me. He says he's protecting me from threats lurking beyond our borders. He says his coldness is for my own good. But every night I fall asleep alone, wondering if I'll ever feel his touch again—the way I did on our wedding night, when he held me like I was something precious. Then there's Caleb. The Beta. Damon's best friend. The only one who treats me like I matter, who listens when I speak, who makes me feel seen. With his warm smile and patient eyes, he's everything Damon isn't—and everything I shouldn't want. But when danger closes in and secrets surface, I discover that the line between love and betrayal is thinner than I ever imagined. My heart belongs to two men—one who claims me as his Luna, and one who makes me feel like a woman. And the choice I make could tear the pack apart. In a world of ancient loyalties and shifting shadows, one Luna must decide: follow the rules of the pack, or follow the wild beating of her heart. Perfect for fans of werewolf romance, forbidden love, and stories where passion battles duty—and the heart refuses to be tamed.

From high school to my sophomore year in college, I've been in four relationships. None of them lasted, obviously. Boys my age just don't know how to treat a girl like me. I turned twenty, two weeks ago, and decided to swear off love until this hunk of a man walks into our film class. The stranger who I rocked during my birthday party. Well, I thought I only rocked him but memories of that night flood me upon seeing his face. His hands on my waist, my back to his chest, his mouth on my neck. And then...one of the club's rooms. Oh my God! "Good morning everyone, I'm Professor Christian Lambert but you can just call me Professor Lambert. I'll be taking you on international film studies from now on." His gaze ignores all the students in front of me and lands on me. My body warms at the intense memory of us together during my birthday party. As if thinking about the same thing, his face splits into a mischievous grin. Rumors soon begin to fill the campus about the professor. Five years ago, his ex-girlfriend mysteriously disappeared but was later found a month later, in a man's shirt. It was the professor's DNA that was found in her hair and because there was no evidence, he went scot-free. I planned to keep my distance from him after hearing the rumors but... ****** "Hey, little birdie" Professor Lambert corners me after one of my lectures. "I couldn't stop thinking about you after that night." I swallow hard and avoid his piercing brown eyes. Is this right? He's my professor and a rumored killer but...why is my heart beating so fast?

“Don’t make me repeat myself twice, part those legs for me, Bunny.” His deep voice which always sends my brain reeling due to how silky it sounds, washed over me slowly as he murmured quietly against my throat. I tried to point out to him that there was no way I’d be able to do as told with his legs still pinning mine down, but the words died down in my throat when he sucked the skin over my beating pulse into his mouth. “Go on. You want to be good for me, don’t you?” “I— I do.” I choked out, letting out a breathy whimper when he wrapped his free hand around my throat and squeezed on it a little. ——— Forced to marry the ruthless mafia lord, whom everyone was afraid of at the age of eighteen, Sofia had no other choice but to follow her father’s wishes like a dutiful daughter was supposed to. While Luca Ricci only took a wife, because he wasn’t getting any younger at the age of thirty-three. She was the angel to his demons, the light to his darkness, the innocence to his sins… He wanted to protect her, since the moment he locked eyes with hers on their wedding day and saw the amount of fright brewing in it. He wanted to make her good for him, to mark her as his; with his handprints on her ass and his cum dripping off her face. To own her completely, to wrap his hand around her throat and do so many sinful things to her body. But he was the mafia lord, and danger just seems to be lurking around him, wherever he goes, and in whatever he does. He must protect his wife at all costs.

Emily Watson is the next heiress to a multi-billionaire industry company. Instead of taking her fortune and next step as royalty, she let it all go for a man she fell in love with for 7 years. Little did she know that the 3 years of her marriage was going to be cold and distant. Her husband has never touched her since that night, her mother-in-law hates her. Her life was miserable. Yet, she linger on because she loves him. Even if she watched him from a distance, it was fine with her for he was her every breath. Until one day he divorce her to be with the woman he loves. What's this? The woman is pregnant. Heartbroken she left her husband and the home she had called for so many years. 6 months later she showed up at the biggest and grandest Watson's ball. There Emily stood, the next heiress to the multi trillionaire of the century. Her ex-husband, Joshua MacClare was shocked that the woman he have divorce have made him yearend for her. His heart was beating rapidly for her, his eyes followed her every movement, his breathing was unsteady as she was close to him. He gulped as he wanted her. Wanted her as his wife again. "We're divorced," said Emily. "No, we're not," said Joshua. "Huh?" questioned Emily. Joshua smiled at her and said, "On that night, a rainy night if you have forgotten, the documents were destroyed." "What?" asked Emily. "You see, you threw our divorce paper into the stormy rain. So, the rain have washed away our prints." Emily's breath quickened. "So, since there is no legible signatures on the divorce paper, we're never divorce." Emily backed away from him. Joshua walked over to her and said, "You're still my wife."

Her father put him in prison, and she let him out. Italy’s most notorious criminal, Emilio Vitale, has criminal charges that are enough to put him in prison for life. That all changes when Chiara is given an assignment to interview him three years after her father puts him in jail. Things go south, and Emilio escapes from custody. Chiara thinks she will never see him again, but she can’t be more wrong. Emilio has other plans, and he is far from done with rocking Chiara’s boat and punishing her father by using her as a pawn. Somewhere along the way, they forget they are supposed to hate one another, and they break the laws of attraction. Their attraction is magnetic and impossible to ignore. Can these two weather storms find happiness where there isn’t any? In a world where it’s impossible for them to find love, they find each other. *** He backed me into a wall, putting his hand above my head to cage me in. “This isn’t original, Vitale. Stay away from me, or I will call the cops on you.” I threatened, ignoring how wildly my heart was beating against my chest. His scent was intoxicating and I hated how my body reacted to him. He used his free hand to brush a strand of my hair out of my face and leaned in like he was about to kiss me. Embarrassingly enough, I closed my eyes in anticipation. “Does that little boyfriend of yours get your body in a frenzy like I do? I bet he doesn’t let you cum.” He asked as he traced his fingers down my waist to my hips. “I bet I would have you screaming my name in seconds. Will you let me?”

It all began in London when 4-year-old Claire witnessed a bigger boy getting bullied, "Hey! Let him go or I'll break your legs and give them to Mr Boo!" "Everyone, it's Claire!" One of the boys shouted and they all ran away from her. She had a standing reputation for beating up youngsters, and she was so popular among them. Claire went to the bullied boy, and instead of helping him up, she shook her head at him, "Such a crybaby. My Mr Boo is stronger than you.'' She flaunted her little teddy bear, which she called Mr Boo, in the boy's face and scoffed at him. ''Thank you." The boy appreciated. "It's okay." The boy stood up from the floor and dusted his tux pants, "What's your name?" Claire must return to find her father, so, there was no time to reply to him. She subconsciously dropped Mr Boo as she left. The boy picked up the bear from the floor, and on the teddy, he saw a raised index finger and a raised middle finger, forming a V shape. "Her name must start with a V. Veronica? Victory? Or probably Violent?" He kept on guessing what her name could be with a smile on his face. .... That marked the first time Claire met her anonymous admiral. She forgot about him, but did he? What would happen when he suddenly appeared before Claire in a totally different identity? What happened when he had grown so much that he couldn't love Claire purely, but was obsessed with her after watching her grow? How much would Claire take when she had to babysit him because she liked her men cute and shy, and he made himself a handful of those? Find out and there are a lot more to uncover....

The wolf didn’t come to protect her anymore. He came to claim what fate had already decided was his. Elowen thought the creature at the edge of her property was only a strange kind of guardian—silent, watchful, almost gentle in the way he lingered in the tree line as if protecting her from something she couldn’t name. Until the night he finally moved. Rain-dark air turns electric with instinct as those golden eyes burn with something feral and starving, and the distance between them shatters in a heartbeat. What follows isn’t an attack, not truly—it’s nature unleashed, a bond demanding to be sealed in the only language the beast understands. Elowen was never being hunted. She was being chosen. In the cold earth of the forest, fear and surrender blur together as something ancient awakens between them—teeth, hunger, heat, and a connection that feels less like violence and more like destiny snapping into place. And when the darkness takes her, Elowen understands one impossible truth: This wolf was never just a wolf. He has been waiting for her. And once the bond is made, it cannot be undone. Because whatever he is… he has marked her as his. TRIGGER & CONTENT WARNINGS Oral, anal, and public sex Knotting Primal/rough sex Light BDSM Sexual assault Female-on-male sexual assault Female-on-female sexual assault Forced orgasms / body betrayal Forced to watch partner's assault Forced threesome Sexual torture and humiliation Degrading language Forced nudity and collaring Graphic torture Cutting and burning Finger amputation Electrocution Flogging and beating Starvation Graphic fight scenes Character deaths Blood and gore Gunshot wounds PTSD and trauma responses Panic attacks Dissociation Psychological manipulation Gaslighting Captivity and imprisonment Kidnapping Past abusive relationship Stalking Wolf-form sex Pregnancy Death of family members Drugging Revenge killing

Violet Valerina, the princess of the Merrill kingdom who has a beautiful face and a kind heart. She lived happily in her peaceful kingdom until one day disaster came upon her. Lucian Steverus, prince of the kingdom of Melancthon, invaded her kingdom and slaughtered mercilessly to take revenge on Violet's father for killing his father. And in order to save her mother's life, Violet become Lucian's slave and live her life like hell. Lucian moved his gaze to his soldiers. “Have you two ever tasted a princess before?” he asked. His soldiers smiled with lust filling their eyes. “Never, my prince,” one of them said. Lucian looked into Violet's eyes with his cold eyes. “This is your lucky day. You can do whatever you want to her,” he said in a deep voice. “No! Please, I beg you... Please...” Violet pleaded with Lucian. Her body was trembling, she was breathing in fright. “What are you two waiting for?! Do it now!” Lucian said to his soldiers, raising his voice. “Yes, my prince.” They both then grabbed Violet's arms while smiling devilishly at her. “No! Please let me go!” she said, struggling. Her heart almost stopped beating due to fear as they laid her down on the floor and roughly took off her uniform. She kept struggling, but it was no use. She was still in their clutches. No man had ever touched her beautiful body before except her father. Their dirty hands that crawling on her smooth skin made her feel sick and disgusted. “I don’t think you need this anymore,” one soldier said with a lustful breath as he moved his hands to take off her bra. “No! Please stop!” Violet pleaded as she struggled. She was so scared and humiliated that it made her cry.

When he looked in through the window, he was astounded to see her topless and braless. She was standing with her back to him, eliciting wild desires in him. He took his handkerchief from his pocket and crept into her room. He blindfolded her with his hankie before dragging her towards the bed. Her heartbeat accelerated. She could feel that he was her man. She asked, "is it you, baby?" He pushed her onto the bed and gazed at her perfect slender body with profound desires in his eyes. He hovered her and tied her wrists with his tie to the headboard. *** She could never stop her heart from beating for him since the day she saw him despite knowing that he would never retaliate to her feelings as for him she was only his best friend's sister. She was so innocent and pure like holy water, and he was messed up and a monster whom anybody definitely wouldn't like to come across. She had never dated anyone in her entire life because, for her, the love of her life was everything. On the other hand, he never believed in all this. For him, "love" didn't exist; it was all about physical needs. His mere presence was enough to relieve her pain; he was like oxygen to her, while on the other hand, he didn't even acknowledge her presence. Her love was so pure and selfless that it could make anyone fall for it because it's not easy to love someone who is forbidden. But will he ever witness her love? Will he ever love her as purely as she loves him? Will her one-sided love ever be fulfilled? If you want to know, then follow the journey of a tempting biker and his secret admirer.

ALPHA XANDER Her moans grew louder and intense, her heart beating fast as his words made her jelly and wet in-between her V-spot. "I claim you, Elise, as my Luna and my mate. You are mine, and I will protect you with my life. No one will ever hurt you again." ALPHA DRAKE His tongue found her slender neck, marking every spot with kisses as she moaned, reluctantly." Be my mate, little devil. I will never let you escape me. You're the key to my power, and I'll stop at nothing to claim you as my own. I will mark you. Claim you and put my heir inside you.” ** Mated To One, Pampered by Two Alphas Elise never expected to be entangled with the man who murdered her clan when she was just two years old while being mated to another that loved her so much. Sixteen years ago, her mother's love saved her and the words she always hears in her dreams gave her sleepless nights. Sixteen years later, she was a wolfless girl anxiously awaiting her mate. Rejected by her boyfriend, fate has other plans for her when she met him. Alpha Xander, the second chance mate who claimed her as his own. But the past refused to stay buried. The prophecy and the monster that haunts Elise's family returned, threatening to destroy everything. Including her mate. "You're the cursed savior, Elise. Your destiny is intertwined with theirs, for better or worse. The balance of power shifts, and the fate of our world hangs in the balance." But the lurking prophecy was only the beginning. The true enemy lurks in the shadows. Would Elise find out the true enemy? Dive into this epic tale of werewolves, magic, and second chances, where the lines between love and destiny blurs.