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Ainz Oal Gown

I Have Reincarnated Yet Once Again

The first princess of the Cristiane Empire, Evelyn de P. la Cristiane, was a name that stirred whispers in every hall and alley of the empire—not out of admiration, but ridicule. Arrogant. Willful. Selfish. Those were the kinder words used to describe her. She shrieked at her maids for the smallest mistakes. She tore silk gowns just because she didn't like the shade. She ordered her meals to be thrown away simply because they weren’t “imperial enough.” Those who served her walked on eggshells, trembling with fear each day they woke up still assigned to the infamous Black Rose Palace. Black Rose—gilded on the outside, rotting on the inside. The palace farthest from the Imperial Heart, where warmth never reached, neither sunlight nor affection. It was where Evelyn was abandoned. The Empress had never even looked at her child. No one knew why. Throughout the empire, she was mocked and pitied. They called her "The Abandoned Princess," "The Unlucky Princess," and "The Powerless Princess." She was the object of ridicule across the empire. A royal in name only. And then one day, Evelyn tumbled down the grand staircase of her own neglected palace. A hard fall. A week-long sleep. Some thought it divine punishment, others, a mercy. But when she awoke, something was… different. The palace changed. No. Not the place. The princess. No tantrums. No smashed porcelain. No orders barked in fury. The princess who had terrorized her staff now sat quietly in her chamber, gazing out at the overgrown garden as if mourning something invisible. She sighed a lot. Didn’t speak unless spoken to—and even then, her words were slow, careful, small. She frightened her maids now, not with cruelty, but with calm. The truth was something no one could have imagined. Because the real Evelyn de P. la Cristiane was gone. In her place sat a girl with thousands of years behind her. A girl who remembered. --- She was an infinite reincarnator. Each life, each era, each world—forgotten the moment she died. Until now. The fall down the stairs had been just the right push. It shattered something open. And when Evelyn woke, she remembered everything—her countless pasts, the wars she had fought, the crowns she had worn, the magic she had wielded. --- But later, she realizes that she is actually being reincarnated into a reverse harem novel's world for thousands of years. A trashy reverse harem novel she read don't know how many years ago. A pretty setting, dramatic plots, an overly righteous heroine—and a pile of desperate male leads. Ugh. Evelyn didn’t care. Let the story play out as it wanted. Let the heroine win their hearts. Let the villains fall. She just wanted peace. Solitude. Maybe a quiet death this time. But fate, of course, laughed. --- At first, it was harmless. Soon, however, she began attracting unwanted attention. Men who were supposed to fall for the novel’s heroine began showing interest in her instead. At first, she ignored it. But as more and more of them appeared around her, even Evelyn started to feel uneasy. The heir to the Grand Duke. The captain of the Shadow Knights. The future master of the Mage Tower. The prince of a desert kingdom. A mysterious, wealthy merchant. The prince of the Elves. And it didn’t stop there. Men she didn’t even remember from the novel. Courtiers. Foreign envoys. One particularly daring priest. Even a villain character she vaguely remembered killing someone in chapter 23. They were all suddenly—unreasonably—interested. --- Evelyn: "Logically speaking, I’m the ancestor of your ancestor’s ancestor. So could you all just go away already?" She rubbed her temple, clearly irritated. Evelyn: "I’m already tired of this whole reincarnation mess. Don’t make me remember anyone’s name—I barely remember my own."
Mystery_Girl_107 · 32.2K Views

The Billionaire's Dangerous Redemption

Three days. That’s how close I was to marrying Alistair, the man I’d loved for six years, the man whose life I’d literally saved with my own rare blood. I was just admiring the final pearl on my wedding dress, a gown I’d poured my soul into, when he called. The wedding? Off. He was marrying my stepsister, Ivy. Her dying wish, he said. Six months to live, maybe less. The kicker? He’d already taken my wedding dress from my studio for her. Just like that, six years, countless transfusions, our shared dreams – all tossed aside for the girl who’d made my life a living hell since childhood. He even offered me “compensation,” as if my future had a price tag. But if Alistair and Ivy thought I’d just crumble, they seriously underestimated me. They wanted my fiancé? Fine. But it would cost them. First, our multi-million-dollar fashion company, Evening Gala – built on my designs, my vision. He signed it over. Then, a cool million for the stolen dress. He paid. Another million for the wedding jewelry they dared to ask me to hand over for Ivy. Cha-ching. You’d think they’d learn. But no. Their next proposal was the most insulting yet: Alistair actually suggested that I should just wait. That after Ivy’s ‘inevitable’ passing in a few months, he and I could just pick up where we left off, have an even better wedding. Seriously? Enough was enough. If Ivy wanted to play bride with my life, she was going to get a taste of what happens when you push someone too far. Let's just say her hospital room celebration involved a lot more smoke, water, and screaming than she bargained for, all thanks to a little wedding gift from yours truly. Now they know I’m not the same Hazel they could walk all over. I’ve got my company, a pile of their cash, and a whole lot of scores to settle. They think this is over? This game of revenge is just getting started. And believe me, I play to win.
Claire Winters · 295.9K Views

Apocalypse: Transmigrated with an Overlord System

Liora had everything, silk gowns softer than clouds, and eleven royal brothers who treated her like a jewel. Her days were filled with naps and banquets, her biggest worry being whether sapphire blue matched better with her crown than royal gold. But fate had a cruel sense of humor. One night, she fell asleep in her warm bed with wine in her hand. The next, she woke up in a nightmare. A world ravaged by zombies. Smoke and ash filled the air. The ground was stained with blood. Her palace? Gone. Her servants? Gone. Her status? Worthless. The only thing that remained? Her will to survive. With no training, no supplies, and no clue how to swing a weapon, she was thrown straight into the depths of hell, until a cold mechanical voice echoed in her mind. [Welcome, Host. You have activated the Overlord System.] It sounded powerful, promising... until she learned the truth. She had no abilities, no resources, and a system that cared more about giving her impossible missions and drowning her in cosmic debt than helping her stay alive. While others awakened fire or telekinesis, she was stuck dodging Level 2 zombies with nothing but her fists and pure desperation. Every fight was a gamble. Every step forward cost blood, sweat, or worse—sanity. Yet she rose. She built her own base from scratch. Controlled supplies. Built a black market network in the ruins. People started to follow her, fear her, and even rely on her. And then he showed up. The aloof, deadly awakened one who never cared for others—until her. With piercing eyes and unmatched power, he could destroy armies. But when he tried to get close, to protect her, to understand her, Liora was too busy reinforcing her walls and negotiating food rations to entertain his brooding charm. He said he wanted to fight beside her. She said, "Unless you're here to dig trenches or clear zombies, move aside." He brought her rare supplies—medicine, clean water, even a working generator. She didn’t blink. "Bribing me with electricity? Cute. Now get in line with the others if you want shelter." Because in this world, there was no room for love when survival was still uncertain. But love, like the undead, is persistent. Trigger Warning: Violence, Gore, System Abuse, Psychological Trauma, Romantic Tension.
Violet_Melody99 · 219K Views

Crown of Ash and Bonds: The Rise of the Flamebearer

BURNED AS A TRAITOR. REBORN FOR REVENGE. I was the perfect noble wife... obedient, smiling, silent. Then my husband lit the pyre. My cousin wept before the crowd as flames devoured my silk gown. No one knew I carried Alaric's heir in my womb. That secret burned with me... until I opened my eyes months before it happened. I REMEMBER EVERYTHING. The betrayal. The lies. The child they stole from my future. They thought death would silence me. Instead, it freed me. Now I wear silk like armor and wield my smile like a blade. Every curtsy hides a dagger. Every laugh cuts deeper than screams. I'm dismantling their world one calculated move at a time... and they'll never see it coming. ENTER DUKE CAELAN VORENTHAL: THE WOLF OF THE NORTH. My husband's most dangerous rival. He watches me like he knows I didn't die in those flames. Like he's not afraid to dance with a woman made of fire and fury. He should be my enemy. But he's the only one who sees the storm brewing behind my courtly mask. The only one who doesn't flinch when I bare my teeth. THEY THINK I'M STILL THE GIRL THEY BURNED. THEY'RE ABOUT TO LEARN HOW WRONG THEY ARE. WHAT TO EXPECT: Reborn Noblewoman's Revenge (Second Chance/Time Loop) Political Intrigue & Hidden Bloodline Secrets Morally Grey Duke (Enemy to Obsession Romance) Court Schemes, Face-Slapping & Noble Destruction No Mercy. No Forgiveness. No Plot Armor. Updates: Daily A phoenix doesn't rise from ashes to forgive. It rises to burn everything down.
Moonlit_Quill · 8.4K Views

A withering flower at devil's mercy

“These bedchambers have missed your scent.” His voice, low and rough, made her pulse quicken. Her fear surged, boundless, as he closed the stained glass doors behind him. “Please…don't do this,” she pleaded, trembling as he pulled her close, his touch burning against her skin. “You fled this place while carrying my child. Why did you come back?” he murmured, his lips trailing down her neck as they had so many times before. "But you chased me all the way back!" her lips met his crushing her mouth with a forceful kiss burning her up. She groaned trying to free herself but it was a futile attempt. Dragging her to bed as she tried another futile attempt to escape he stripped her with rough yet controlled hands. "You could've casted me out of there. Gotten married to your ex. You had a better choice given," he kissed her collarbone. " But here you are laying beneath me as it was that night. When you were just a clueless innocent virgin." he grinned sarcastically. “I… don’t know,” she managed, her voice barely a whisper still trying to move away from his touch. "It useless to defy me. Now this is the only place left for you." And he reclaimed her with burning passion rendering her attempts to refuse him and escape him futile. ----->>>>> Luciana Mircea de Amanécer, princess of the Holy Empire that ruled the skies, had once lived in a world of beauty and privilege—a devoted father, joyful sisters, wealth, and a loving fiancé. Yet that life shattered with a single conversation. One day, her father appeared in her chambers, eyes solemn, bearing news that upended her world. “You will be married,” he said, but the name wasn’t that of the man she cherished. Instead, she was to be wed to the ruthless crown prince of the rival Demon Empire, an alliance forged to quell the simmering tensions between their kingdoms. “Father, please…” she begged. “My child,” he murmured, his voice heavy with regret. “It is your duty as the firstborn princess. This marriage will protect the realm… and your little sisters.” For the first time in her life, Luciana saw him bow to her, his plea wordless but clear. Yielding to her father’s desperate request, she accepted her fate. In a single day, she went from princess to wife, her dreams abandoned and her future reshaped. But worse yet the man who she was supposed to be wedded was replaced by a more ruthless hound. A more agonizing revelation that he was a slave with empty title in name. The white wedding gown was soon stained crimson, marking her descent into a life she could never have anticipated. Could she learn to accept a man for whom compassion was an unfamiliar luxury, or would the love she had left behind rise to rescue her?
Akira_Kanesada · 231.9K Views

Seraphina Vale

Three days before the wedding, Seraphina Vale thought she was living a fairytale. Julian’s penthouse smelled like citrus and cedarwood, the kind of scent you could bottle and name Success. He stood by the kitchen island in sweatpants and no shirt, hair still damp from the gym, smiling at her like she was the prize he never had to chase. “You’re staring,” he teased. Sera smirked over her coffee. “I’m just trying to remember why I said yes.” Julian crossed the room in three long strides, wrapped an arm around her waist, and kissed her like a man who always got what he wanted. “Because I’m devastatingly handsome and your mother loves me.” “Mm, two things I may soon regret.” She laughed, but it caught somewhere in her chest. Everything about her life looked perfect from the outside—magazine-worthy engagement, New York socialite status, a fiancé with flawless teeth and a startup about to go public. Her wedding hashtag had trended for two days straight. But something in Julian had changed in the last few months. He was still charming, still doted on her in public, still gave her everything she asked for. Everything except... presence. His kisses landed like rehearsed lines. His touches didn’t linger. And worst of all—he was always texting. Constantly. Smiling at his phone when he thought she wasn’t looking. Swiping it away too fast when she was. Sera asked once, lightly, “Who’s got you so entertained?” Julian had smiled and said, “Work, babe. You know how it is.” And she did. She wanted to believe him. She needed to. Because the alternative was a truth too ugly to say out loud. --- That afternoon, she met Madeline for dress fittings. Madeline had been her best friend since prep school—the kind of friend who held your hair back while you puked and swore she’d take your secrets to the grave. She was tall, magnetic, unapologetically wild. If Sera was the grace, Madeline was the chaos. “You’re glowing,” Madeline said, adjusting the bust of her lavender bridesmaid dress in the mirror. “You’re going to ruin every woman’s self-esteem on Saturday.” Sera looked at herself. The silk gown shimmered like a dream. But all she could see was a girl pretending not to notice how fast her world was unraveling. Madeline leaned in, voice low and teasing. “You sure you’re ready for monogamy? One man for the rest of your life? No more flirty brunch waiters or sultry European getaways?” Sera raised an eyebrow. “Who said anything about giving up flirty brunch waiters?” They both laughed, but Sera caught the flicker in Madeline’s eyes. A flash of guilt? Or just her own imagination turning shadows into monsters? She told herself not to be paranoid. She had no reason to be. Madeline had been there through everything—every broken heart, every public failure, every bottle of rosé drunk at 2 a.m. in their twenties while crying over boys who didn’t deserve them. Julian was hers. Madeline was her best friend. What could possibly go wrong? --- Later that night, lying in bed with Julian’s arm thrown over her waist like a lazy anchor, Seraphina stared at the ceiling and whispered, “You still love me, right?” Julian didn’t move. “Of course.” “No hesitation?” He chuckled, half-asleep. “You’re just having wedding nerves, babe. It’s normal.” She wanted to ask about the texts. About the long nights at the office. About why he kept turning away from her in bed. Instead, she closed her eyes. And dreamed of waves crashing and silk burning.
Creese · 22.6K Views

My Cursed Demon

WARNING: MATURE CONTENT) A Cursed Prince, which everyone saw as the demon God. He was cursed to do many things he didn’t want to. He was a great warrior and was never in history defeated in battle. He was feared by many and he was seen as a threat to other kingdom. *** The Prince Lorcan was excellent in Fencing at a very small age. He came with the head of the chief Army each time he return from the battlefield. He made other kingdoms fear him, he had most kingdom in his control and this made the villagers saw him as a Wicked Prince. He killed whomever went against him without thinking twice. As a Princess from a The Great Kingdom Santok. She was seen as the doll of the family, she was dressed up in Elegant gown with Heavy Jewelries . She hardly stepped out of the house. She was really guarded in the palace. She was King Albert’s only Princess and she never left the walls of the Palace only on Occasions. She rejected Suitors because they were either too Proud or Greedy for her Father’s wealth. Most Princes from Far Nations came to seek for her hand in marriage just to take leadership as the next king. She didn’t want that, she wanted true love. The Kingdom of Santok was slowly falling apart, then he seeked help from King Reagan, and a condition was given to him stating that his Princess must marry his Son. This was a big deal for King Albert so he had no other choice than to accept just so that the Kingdom would retain their Pride. Now The Princess is forced to marry the Rumored Demon. How would she cope? Find out! ^ ^
Author_Seraphine · 193K Views

The Princess and The Queen Want me as their personal Slave?

Akashi was a boy so beautiful it seemed the gods had sculpted him with a touch of mischief and a dash of fragility. He wasn’t handsome in the rugged, masculine way of knights or warriors. No—his beauty was softer, captivating in its innocence. His frame was small, almost delicate, and his pale skin looked as if it had never known hardship, kissed only by the gentle sunlight of his village fields. With wide, striking black eyes that shimmered like obsidian under moonlight, and hair the color of a calm, endless ocean, Akashi possessed a charm that defied age, status, or reason. He didn’t know it, but his very existence pulled at the hearts of those who saw him—like an untouched gem waiting to be claimed. And yet, he had been untouched for a reason. Akashi had never known life beyond the boundaries of his village. He grew up surrounded by warm smiles and familiar voices. Every elder knew his name. Every child wanted to play by his side. His days were simple, his heart untouched by cruelty. But peace is a fragile thing. One night, it shattered. The sky turned crimson. Screams tore through the quiet air. Fires devoured homes. Demons—twisted beasts of shadow and rage—descended without warning. They killed with a hunger that could not be reasoned with. By morning, the village was gone. Ashes, corpses, and silence were all that remained. And Akashi… Akashi was alone. The last heartbeat in a graveyard of memories. He wandered for days, hollow and dazed, until rough hands seized him. Chains replaced freedom. Smiles were replaced by cold appraisals. And so, the boy once adored by all became something else—something to be sold. A slave. At the capital's grand auction house, he was stripped, washed, and displayed like merchandise. His beauty caused a stir. Whispers spread like wildfire. "Look at those eyes..." "That hair... Is it dyed? No, it’s real..." "So delicate... Is he even human?" To them, he was no longer a boy with a heart, but a prize to possess. A fantasy in fragile form. He stood on the stage, trembling slightly, barely able to process what was happening. The voices of the crowd blurred together—hungry, leering, filled with desire and greed. The auctioneer’s booming voice called out the bids as if Akashi were nothing more than a fine vase or a rare jewel. The numbers climbed quickly. Too quickly. Akashi’s knees weakened beneath the weight of invisible eyes drinking him in. He stared at the marble floor, trying not to cry. Then, suddenly, the room fell silent. A voice—deep, commanding, and heartbreakingly beautiful—cut through the air like silk over steel. “Fifteen thousand gold.” Time seemed to pause. Every head turned. At the back of the room, standing beneath the golden chandelier, was a woman unlike any other. She wore a flowing red gown that hugged her form like it was crafted by the gods themselves. Her long, golden hair shimmered like strands of sunlight, cascading over her shoulders with effortless grace. Her eyes, cold and blue as a glacier’s heart, stared ahead with quiet power. Even the nobles drew back. This was no ordinary bidder. It was one of the Princesses of the Three Great Kingdoms. Whispers erupted anew—but no one dared challenge her offer. Who would? She stood like royalty incarnate, a goddess who walked among mortals, and she had just claimed Akashi as her own. The boy raised his head slowly, unsure of whether to feel fear or relief. His eyes met hers—just for a second—and something in his chest shifted. She didn’t smile. She didn’t leer. Her gaze was unreadable. But it was powerful. Absolute. And it made his knees weak for an entirely new reason. He didn’t know her name. Not yet. But she had bought him. And somewhere deep inside, something told him—his life was never going to be the same.
GoodAuthorTvT · 123.6K Views

Infinite Cultivation Levels

As the King of Death in his previous life, Ainz Dorak was a formidable and fearsome ruler. He commanded an army of dark and terrifying creatures, instilling fear and awe in all who crossed his path. His power was unmatched, his reign absolute in the underworld. Despite his immense power and influence, Ainz Dorak could not escape the treachery and betrayal that ultimately led to his downfall. His enemies conspired against him, and so, he met his end, his power and glory fading into memory, so he thought, but something else happened at the point where he thought he had lost everything. Ainz suddenly woke up in a different place, another world to be precise, a world as cruel and twisted, and similar to his previous world, yet different. In this world, Ainz was rebirthed as an abandoned child of a noble, where he learns of the cruel fate of his reality. However, by chance, he was reincarnated with a system; The Shadow Monarch System, through the system, he lives the life of a Shadow Halfing turned Monarch, while making power his only reason for living. Following the path that has been laid out for him through the system, he would pave his path with his army of dark and terrifying creatures, as he snatched the lives of his enemies until he was once again called the king of death. ----------- [Congratulations! You have accepted Mark of the Shadows!] [You now bear a faint scent of Shadow!] [Shadows now recognizes you as their own!]
CollinX_BrainZ · 647.9K Views

Avery's Game Of Revenge

"I WILL MAKE THEM ALL REGRET THE DAY THEY MET ME! I WILL MAKE THEM WISH THEY WERE NEVER BORN! AND I WILL MAKE THEM HATE THE DAY THEY THOUGHT OF BETRAYING ME!" "You will, Sweetie. And I'll help you with that..." Those were the last words Avery spoke and heard before passing out in her bloody red wedding gown, on the same day she was supposed to marry her boyfriend from senior high school. ~~ Avery McCallum, the sole heiress and president of the McCallum Group of Companies, had her whole family wiped out on her wedding day. Framed for her grandfather's murder and stripped of her position, Avery vows to take revenge on those who wronged her. But her powerless state seems to mock her determination. Enter Archibald Donovan. She used to hate the devilishly hot and narcissistic chairman of the A² Corp who also happened to be her older brother's best friend, but when consumed with the need to take revenge, she begged him to marry her in return for fulfilling a long list of conditions. Archie agrees, and a month later, Avery re-emerges as Ava Donovan, a rising actress and the wife of the most powerful man in the country. With her newfound status, Avery systematically destroys her adversaries, uncovering dark secrets and hidden agendas along the way. But as she navigates the treacherous landscape of her new life, she must confront the truth about her family's past and at the end of it all, come back to him. She owed him after all... ~ EXCERPT Archie's eyes darkened when he saw her stumbling out of the wine cellar, a bottle of wine in one hand and her night robe, in the other. She was literally half naked. "Hey..." her greeting came out in a slur, and that was all he needed to know she was drunk. Very drunk, at that. "Why?" he asked simply, knowing she would interpret his question as she usually did. "I...I visited them today. The flowers on their stones were already wilted and...and...it broke me. I wanted to be happy and at the same time, I wanted to cry," Avery replied, inhaling short wisps of air before she continued, "Then I found the cellar." "Did it work?" She shook her head slowly in reply, lifting her head up in time to see a mischievous smirk curl on his lips. "Don't be sad, Baby girl. I happen to know a way to make you cry and keep you excited at the same time," he said. "Really?" "Wanna try it, Mama?" Avery nodded, slowly but firmly as he closed the distance between them. As he promised, she did cry...in pleasure. Note: This book is participating in the Cupid's Quill Contest. Your support is highly appreciated!
Krepsore07 · 383.3K Views
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