Ballroom

Dr. Lila Reyes, a pioneering quantum physicist aboard New Carthage Station, never anticipates her prototype time‑rift device yanking Captain Edmund Hartley—a bold, swaggering pilot from 1822—into her sterile, high‑tech world. Linked by a shimmering temporal tether that pulses with every brush of skin, Lila's meticulously logical mind is thrown into disarray by Edmund's old‑world gallantry and devil‑may‑care charm. As the rift flickers between centuries, Lila and Edmund involuntarily swap memories: one moment she's adrift in a starship skirmish, the next he's navigating moonlit Regency gardens. With each fragmented recollection, they uncover hidden longings—Lila savors the heady rush of horse‑drawn carriage races, while Edmund tastes the hollow ache of cosmic isolation in zero‑G. But every shared memory frays the fabric of reality, risking a catastrophic convergence of two timelines. Compelled to collaborate across time, they pursue cryptic clues through mist‑cloaked 19th‑century ballrooms and neon‑bathed orbital docks, wrestling with an impossible choice: seal the rift and be forever torn apart, or let destiny unravel for a chance at love that defies all boundaries. With each daring kiss and whispered confession, Lila and Edmund discover that some bonds transcend space, time—and even death.

"She was never meant to be seen. He was never meant to exist." In the quiet town of Gloria, Aidan lives in hiding—his blood potent, his identity dangerous. Bound by a secret past and the weight of a curse, he crafts potions for survival and watches over his younger twin, Adeena. When an invitation arrives for a royal ball in the capital, Aidan makes a choice that will haunt him: he lets her go. Dressed in borrowed silk and escorted by a paid chaperone, Adeena enters a world of chandeliers, masks, and veiled intentions. Aidan stays behind... at first. But when his uncle warns him of a shadow moving within the palace—one that knows what he is—Aidan infiltrates the event, unseen, cloaked in secrecy. The ball ends in fire. The girl vanishes. Aidan’s blood can heal—but not rewind time.Adeena smiled as the violins swelled. Draped in sapphire blue, her hair pinned with borrowed pearls, she looked older than her years—almost noble. No one in that ballroom knew she’d come from a forgotten village. No one knew her chaperone was paid. No one suspected the boy who sent her here was watching from above. Aidan stood among the shadows of the chandelier beams, breath held tight, gaze fixed only on her. He was never meant to be seen—not here, where his father’s face might be recognized in his own. Eldric gave the signal. Everything’s fine. But it wasn’t. A woman in red silk approached Adeena. She smiled too much. She moved too slowly. And when she touched Adeena’s hand—just a brush—Aidan flinched. That’s not Dahlia, he thought. And it’s not Mary. The chandeliers exploded. The glass rained like cursed snow. By the time Aidan reached the ballroom floor, Adeena was gone. Turning is a gothic fantasy of stolen identities, cursed bloodlines, and a brother’s descent into a world that was never meant to remember him. For readers of Heaven Official’s Blessing, Who Made Me a Princess, and The Abandoned Empress.

The marble floor gleamed under Adunni’s heels as she walked deeper into the candlelit ballroom, each step cutting through murmurs and curiosity. In a room filled with silk, diamonds, and secrets, she moved like a storm in velvet. Luca DeLuca didn’t greet her right away. He stood at the edge of the balcony in a tuxedo so sharp it looked dangerous, one hand curled around a glass of wine the color of blood, the other shoved in his pocket. Those golden eyes locked on hers the moment she entered — dark, unblinking, predatory. “You came,” he said, voice a low scrape of gravel and silk. “I’m here for the artifact,” Adunni replied, her chin lifted. “Not the theatrics.” He chuckled, slow and deliberate, like he already knew she was lying. “And yet… your heartbeat’s telling me a different story.” Her pulse did skip — once. But she didn’t flinch. “Your ego’s bigger than your empire.” He stepped closer, closing the space like gravity, until she could feel his heat in the breath between them. “You know what I think, Adunni?” “I’m not interested in your thoughts.” “I think your body recognizes mine. On a level your mind hasn’t caught up to yet.” Her breath hitched, but she didn’t let it show. Instead, she held his gaze — fire to fire. “Be careful, DeLuca,” she murmured. “I bite back.” His eyes darkened, glowing faintly gold. Just for a second. Then he leaned in, not touching, just a whisper of heat against her jawline. “Good,” he said, his voice nothing but breath. “I like a woman with teeth.”

Lost Echoes: A Past That Won’t Stay Buried... I wasn’t always this cold... Once,, I smiled more often,, laughed at little things,, and believed in forever... But that version of me was buried beneath the ruins of a past , I never truly recovered from. Now,, I am Rimi—the CEO of Mirain Company,, the number one cosmetics brand in the country... To the world,, I am composed,, elegant, and ruthlessly efficient... People see me as cold, unapproachable. A queen encased in ice... But behind that polished mask,, there's a side only one person ever got to see—a side that giggles,, pouts,, clings,, and melts like a kitten seeking warmth. That side was for him... Kai... He was my best friend., My confidant.. The boy who used to tease me with that crooked smile and hold my hand when I cried... We were young,, maybe too young to understand the depth of what we felt,, but it was real... I loved him—I loved Kai with all the pieces of my innocent heart,. And maybe... just maybe, he loved me too... But we were cowards, both of us. We never spoke our truth,, never crossed that fragile line between friendship and something more... And then—everything shattered... The night my world fell apart,, I lost everything. My parents died in a brutal accident,, leaving behind nothing but silence and ashes... I waited for Kai... I waited for him to show up, to hold me and promise it would be okay. But he never came. No calls. No letters. No goodbye... He vanished.,, Just like that, the boy I loved disappeared,,. I was sixteen , hollow and numb,, drowning in grief and abandonment. But fate didn’t completely abandon me. A kind family—old friends of my parents—took me in. They gave me a home, love,, and warmth I never thought I’d feel again. They never treated me like a burden... They loved me like their own, and I promised myself I'd make them proud... So,, I rebuilt myself from the ashes... I buried my pain, my past, and the girl I used to be. I studied hard,, graduated with honors,, and took over my father’s legacy—Mirain Company... Under my leadership,, we soared to new heights,, becoming the top cosmetics brand in the country... I had everything—power, respect,, success. But love?? I stopped believing in it. Until he walked in... It was at my best friend’s wedding,, a day filled with laughter, champagne,, and memories. And there he was,, standing across the ballroom—sharp suit,, intense gaze,, and a presence that made my heart forget how to beat. For a split second,, I thought it was Kai. My breath hitched... My world tilted. My past clawed its way back to the surface... But his name was Adrian... Adrian Knight—the CEO of Queen Company,, our fiercest rival. The second most successful cosmetics brand,, always trying to outshine us. We were competitors. Enemies,, even. But none of that mattered when our eyes met. He looked at me like he knew me... Like he saw through the layers I had so carefully built over the years., And I hated that. I hated how my heart stuttered. I hated how my legs wanted to walk toward him... I hated that he looked so much like Kai,, and yet was nothing like him... Adrian was confident,, charismatic,, with a gaze that seemed to strip me bare... And I… I was supposed to be the composed one... The ice queen. But around him,, I couldn’t hold that façade. He made the forgotten girl inside me stir again—the one who wanted to be held,, loved,, cherished... I told myself it was just resemblance... Just a cruel trick of fate. But my heart didn’t listen... Maybe I was falling... Falling for a man who looked like my past,, but felt like my future... And it scared me... Because if Adrian was a second chance... was I brave enough to take it??? Or would he leave me broken,, just like Kai once did??? I didn’t have answers. Only questions,, memories, and a heart that refused to stay silent anymore... And deep down,, beneath the frost,, I could feel the warmth return. Maybe... just maybe,, this was the beginning of

In a kingdom ruled by crowns, cursed by blood, and saved by love… Ravelle is a land frozen in time, where royal bloodlines reign and secrets are passed down like heirlooms. But the throne comes at a deadly price. For centuries, every firstborn prince has fallen before coronation — victims of a curse no one dares to name. Marcus Ravelle, the crown prince with a sharp mind and a sharper tongue, has always lived in the shadow of this doomed legacy. But when a spirited and mysterious commoner named Erin is summoned to the palace to translate long-forgotten scrolls, everything begins to unravel — including Marcus’ carefully guarded heart. Erin has secrets of her own — secrets that could break the curse or destroy the kingdom. As assassins close in, forbidden romance ignites, and ancient magic stirs beneath the cobblestones, Marcus and Erin must decide what they’re willing to sacrifice: the crown, the truth, or each other. In a world of ballrooms and bloodlines, nothing is more dangerous than destiny.

Once, stories were written to save us — fairytales filled with hope, love, and happy endings. But something ancient crept between the lines. A darkness that watched from behind mirrors. It didn’t want heroes. It wanted order. It wanted control. In a kingdom once ruled by magic and tales, an unseen force rewrote the endings. The Mirror Network — a secret society buried in forgotten history — used enchanted mirrors to twist reality, control identities, and bend entire fates to their will. Every mirror placed in a royal chamber, every whisper that echoed through polished glass, was part of a long experiment: to erase the truth and build a world of obedience. Red never believed in stories. Dressed in her iconic crimson cloak, sharp-eyed and sharper-tongued, she arrived at the royal palace to escape a past she could barely remember. But fate had other plans. The night she stepped into the ballroom was the night the prince died — murdered before midnight, with Cinderella at the center of the scandal. As the fairytale crumbled, Red found herself caught in a puzzle far deeper than royal betrayal. Her investigation uncovered hidden corridors behind mirrors, a diary filled with erased names, and magic that made her question every version of truth she’d ever known. Cinderella’s charm, she discovered, was a facade — a product of the same curse that bound others before her. The Mirror Network had marked Red too. But unlike the others, Red could see the cracks. Her mind fought back. Her memories flickered like a broken reel, revealing glimpses of stolen children, rewritten love stories, and a mirror that always showed someone else’s reflection. Far beyond the castle walls, in a forgotten thorn-covered palace swallowed by sleep and silence, Aurora opened her eyes. A century had passed, though to her, it felt like moments. She remembered falling asleep, but not why. She remembered her name, but not her face. All that remained was the mirror. It stood untouched by time. Smooth. Cold. Watching. Aurora wandered the ruins of her life, searching for answers in shadows. The curse that once held her was no romantic spell — it was a lock. Her dreams hadn’t been dreams at all, but experiments — visions planted by the Mirror Network to overwrite who she was. Every time she resisted, they erased a little more. But the magic faltered when Red shattered her story. As Aurora unraveled the hidden carvings etched in her tower’s stone walls, she found a name. Red. The girl who broke the pattern. The girl who survived the Network’s web of lies. And in that name, Aurora found the first thread of her own truth. Now, two stories — once separated by time and distance — begin to converge. Red, hunted for what she’s uncovered, and Aurora, haunted by what she’s forgotten, must both confront the same question: who were they before the mirrors rewrote them? The Network is collapsing. The magic they’ve guarded is fracturing. The mirrors are leaking into the world, twisting reality with every reflection. Versions of Red and Aurora — darker, crueler, broken — begin to manifest, born of manipulated memory and fear. Red must return to the place where it all began. Aurora must enter the world she slept through. Both carry fragments of the mirror, and in those shards lies the key to destroying the Network. But nothing comes without sacrifice. The deeper they go, the more truth they see. And the truth is dangerous. The curse was never meant to be broken. It was meant to transform. Only together can they unwrite the story, reclaim their identities, and face the one mirror that has never been shattered — the Mirror of Origin. Because in this world, you don’t defeat monsters by fighting them. You defeat them by remembering who you were before the story began.

Amid the grandeur of post-Napoleonic France, where Parisian salons dictate fashion and Versailles whispers of old glory, the noble families of the haute société engage in their wars—not of swords but of reputation, romance, and ambition. As the Bourbon Restoration seeks to reclaim its lost splendor, the Grand Saison (The Grand Season) in Paris becomes a battlefield for eligible aristocrats. Among them is Victoire de Montreuil, the radiant yet sharp-tongued daughter of a fallen duke whose family fortune has dwindled to near ruin. Her family will be lost to obscurity if she does not marry well. Then there is Marquis Étienne Laurent de Rochefort, a scandalous yet enigmatic libertine rumored to have fought for both Napoleon and the monarchy—depending on who tells the tale. When their paths intertwine in a calculated game of courtship, Parisian society watches with bated breath. But beneath the surface of ballroom intrigue and whispered gossip lie deeper plots: political conspiracies, old rivalries, and the return of a masked writer—the mysterious L’Ombre—who threatens to expose the most scandalous secrets of the French aristocracy. As love and duty collide, will Victoire and Étienne find happiness, or will they become pawns in a game much more significant than their own?

It all started with a glass of Tequila that Aira thought was orange juice, making her drunk and unknowingly spending a hot night with a handsome young man named Renji Ishikawa. As a result of that night, Aira's life changed drastically, especially when she had to marry Renji Ishikawa, who turned out to be a teenager in his teens. But if she refuses to marry him, Aira is threatened with a lawsuit on charges of sexual harassment against a high school student. ………… How sad it was, how heartbreaking, and feeling like the biggest fool for being in the middle of the wedding of her ex-lover and her best friend. "Your drink, Miss," offered a polite waiter, approaching with a tray full of various colours and flavours. She picked a glass of orange drink with a fresh cherry on the rim. Her moon-like eyes stayed fixed on the groom while she drank the beverage until it was empty. Nothing strange happened to the sweet girl for a minute, but suddenly, dizziness struck, and she stumbled as her body swayed. Her delicate hand searched the wall for support, afraid of falling, feeling like she was experiencing an earthquake, and seeing everything around her shake. Feeling too weak to walk, she chose to squat near a large pot close to the ballroom's entrance. People around her watched silently, unwilling to help; some even gossiped about her. She was distressed and needed help, not performing for an audience, yet many still criticized her. Wild imaginings suddenly crossed her mind, wishing for a handsome prince on a white horse to rescue her, like scenes from her childhood anime favourites. But things like that only happened in fairy tales, where the prince would permanently save the princess from the villain's hands. That was how the stories were written. For her, there would never be a prince in her life story. But who would have thought that God would grant such an extraordinary miracle? Among the hundreds of high-class guests, one person approached and tried to offer help after observing her in silence. A handsome young man in a black suit stood right behind her. "Miss, are you alright?" he asked, concerned. "Who are you?" she asked, her voice still shaky from crying. The man stood frozen for a moment as though startled by the sight of this stranger but then smiled and extended his hand. "Don't cry here. Let me help you up." She shook her head, her cheeks red, not from embarrassment but from the effects of the drink. "My head is spinning, and I can't walk." The young man raised an eyebrow and smiled. "Alright then." He slipped his arms between her legs and under her body, lifting her, and she was heavy, just as he expected. From afar, the girls began to watch with shocked faces, filled with envy, anger, and jealousy, seeing the young man from the Ishikawa family carrying a girl, rumoured to be Aira Hoshino, the ex-girlfriend of Kairo Kenzaki and the best friend of Mika Kurogane, who were the couple getting married tonight. She rested her head on his shoulder comfortably, inhaling the refreshing scent of mint. Only this handsome young man, like a Greek god, came to her aid, asking about her condition, and now, carrying her out of the party without saying a word. "Where is your home?" he asked as he laid Aira, the girl he just met, into the car and fastened her seatbelt. "I don't want to go home," she whimpered. "Why?" he asked as he sat in the driver's seat. "Do you want to comfort me while my heart is broken?" she said, draping her arms around his neck. A grin spread across his handsome face. "How?" he asked, pretending not to know. "Stay with me until morning," Aira teased with a playful smile. In the next moment, Aira's lips were captured in his. Slowly, Aira's eyes closed tightly, leading her into a peaceful dream, soaring high into the sky, feeling as if it were real, not just a dream. …

“You’re lying,” Michael’s voice was sharp, his blue eyes dark with fury. “Ethan is our son?” Aliana’s heart pounded. She had spent years preparing for this moment, but nothing could prepare her for the raw pain in his voice. “Sarah stole him from me, Michael. She tricked you.” A sharp gasp echoed in the grand ballroom. Guests whispered. Sarah’s face drained of color, but she quickly recovered, forcing a laugh. “She’s desperate, Michael. Can’t you see? She’ll say anything to ruin us.” Ethan, the boy she had dreamed of holding for ten long years, looked between them, confused. “Mom?” His voice was small, uncertain—directed at the woman who had stolen him. Michael turned to Sarah, his voice low and deadly. “Tell me the truth. Right now.” Sarah’s lips trembled. The walls of lies she had built were crumbling. She took a step back. “Michael, I—” A sudden crash rang through the air. The doors burst open. A tall figure strode in, his cold gaze locked on Aliana. Zayden Lockhart smirked. “Ah, Aliana. You really thought you could expose the truth without consequences?” The room fell into stunned silence. And just like that, the night took a dangerous turn.

"May I have a dance with you?” Startled, she turned to find a tall, handsome stranger standing before her. His sharp jawline was slightly visible beneath his black domino mask he wore, which added to his allure and the depth in his eyes, which sparkled with amusement and intrigue. With a gallant bow, he offered his hand. Her heart fluttered as the flickering chandelier reflecting off the polished surface of the ballroom. She hesitated for a moment then placed her gloved hand in his, feeling the warmth radiating from his grasp, as he led her onto the dance floor. “Who might you be?” she asked, a playful smile curling her lips. ****** Mirabelle Worthington, a young woman stifled by societal expectations, finds herself entangled in a whirlwind of intrigue when she encounters a mysterious stranger at a lavish masquerade ball. Their passionate encounter ignites a forbidden desire within her, a spark that threatens to consume her as she prepares for an arranged marriage to the esteemed Maximilian Powell. Meanwhile, Maximilian, haunted by the memory of a captivating woman he met at the same ball, finds himself drawn into a dangerous game of deception. He becomes embroiled in a family conspiracy, facing threats to his family's fortune and the pressure of a loveless marriage. As he investigates a series of sabotage attempts, he uncovers a web of secrets that extends far beyond the confines of his own family. The plot weaves together the stories of several intriguing characters: Lady Sophia, a cunning socialite driven by a thirst for revenge; Dylan, a cunning inquiry officer pursuing a mysterious woman; and Julian, Maximilian's brother, who becomes entangled in a dangerous kidnapping scheme. As secrets are revealed and alliances shift, Mirabelle discovers a hidden pregnancy, a secret that threatens to shatter her carefully constructed life. Torn between duty, desire, and the weight of her own secrets, she must navigate the treacherous waters of high society while searching for her own truth.

Sofia, the elegant and graceful mafia princess, finds herself trapped in a world of duty and obligation. Her heart longs for freedom, but her family's honor weighs heavily upon her. Antonio Cattaneo, the notorious and feared mafioso, stands before her as the embodiment of her fate. As they stand together in the opulent ballroom, Sofia's eyes meet Antonio's piercing gaze, filled with a mixture of power and danger. The room seems to hold its breath, as if aware of the weight of their impending union. Sofia's mind races with uncertainty, questioning if there could ever be love in such a union. Will she find a way to break free from the chains of tradition and follow her heart, or will duty prevail and bind her to a life she never desired?

“She’ll make a fine doppelgänger for my daughter. She can pass as the fake princess. Well done, Dimitri.” The king's words hit Fiona like a physical blow, shattering the illusion of a fairytale. The ballroom, once a place of glittering dreams, now felt like a suffocating trap. He’d bought her. Trained her. Used her. All this time, the stolen glances, the whispered promises, the tender touches—it was a lie. A calculated deception. Her gaze, burning with betrayal, locked onto Dimitri’s. How could he? His eyes, usually warm and reassuring, were now cold and distant, fixed on the king with a chilling intensity. A knot of dread tightened in her stomach. Fiona, a young girl, is sold off to Dimitri, a prince who rejected his title, where she is trained to become a doppelgänger to the cursed princess. They’ve never seen face to face, but with the prince from the top kingdom coming to marry his betrothed princess, Fiona and the princess must find a way to break the curse while Fiona pretends to be the princess. When Fiona finds that her parents were involved, she has to uncover the secrets behind her parents death, the princess curse and her role in all of it. But what happens when Fiona falls in love with both Prince Eric and Dimitri, and things don't go according to plan?

Evelyn Rayner had lost it all, her family, her business, and, worst of all, herself. Betrayal, regret, and a spectacularly bad series of life choices had left her in ruins. But, as it turns out, fate wasn’t quite done with her. Given a second chance (thank you, universe!), she was back. Wiser, fiercer, and absolutely determined to set things right. Debts of love and loyalty? She’d repay them. Wounds she’d caused? She’d mend them. And most importantly… him. Now, in the heart of a grand ballroom, wrapped in silk and second chances, she moved through the sea of admirers like a queen on a mission. Their awed whispers and longing stares? Utterly ignored. She had eyes for only one man. Adrian Vaughn. The one she lost. The one she wouldn’t lose again. She found him at last, standing tall and unreadable, that maddening air of mystery still intact. Steeling herself, she reached him, her voice soft but daring as she teased, “Didn’t you promise me you’d only dance with me?” His piercing gaze flickered with something unreadable before amusement danced in his eyes, and a slow, knowing smirk curled his lips. Leaning in, his breath warm against her ear, he murmured, “I didn’t know my little wife would be the jealous type.” The words struck her like a bolt of nostalgia. Little wife. A childhood memory bloomed; her younger self, all confidence and mischief, declaring to the world that Adrian Vaughn was hers. Now, looking at the man before her; cool, unreadable, yet teasing in a way only she could decipher; gratitude swelled within her. She had lost him once. And in her past life’s final moments, regret had nearly crushed her. But this time? Oh, she was going to make sure he knows how much she loves him.

Vivienne Moreau was born into luxury, destined for a charmed future. But one scandalous mistake stole everything—her fortune, her family’s favor, and even the man she risked it all for. Forced onto the streets in shame, she rises from ruin by embracing the only weapon left to her: an irresistible allure that ensnares society’s most powerful men. Reborn as Madame V, Vivienne captivates a wealthy baron hungry for her charms and a spirited young marquis who worships her every move. Each patron drowns her in silks and coins, fueling her climb back to wealth. Yet secrets coil in every corner of the grand ballrooms—jealous rivals scheme to see her fall, blackmailers stalk her private affairs, and the gossip-hungry elite watch her every seductive step. Determined never to kneel before anyone again, Vivienne plays her dangerous double life with cunning and poise. By day, she’s a dazzling widow waltzing on society’s arm; by night, she’s a master manipulator whose bedroom deals reshape noble alliances. When a captivating prince lures her into the glittering world of royal power, Vivienne must decide how far she’ll go—and who she’s willing to betray—to reign supreme among the city’s corrupt and lustful elite. In a realm of forbidden desires, shadowy intrigues, and steamy midnight rendezvous, Vivienne’s ambition knows no limits. But with enemies closing in and hearts on the line, can she outmaneuver every threat and seize the life she craves? Or will the secrets she’s spun cost her everything—even her newly won freedom? The Hidden Courtesan is a riveting tale of passion, power, and survival, where one woman’s sexuality becomes her strongest shield in a society that casts her aside. Perfect for fans of scandalous historical romances and high-stakes intrigue, this story draws you into a world of lavish balls, clandestine affairs, and a heroine who refuses to be tamed—no matter the cost.

Rian and Ryan, the twin Demons with different breeds They both have Vampire, Wolves, Titans and everyone believes they are gods. They both look exactly the same with Colalt blue eyes, Carnation red lips, short wavy jet black hair, they're both tall and cute, their voices are alike ( not the same ) and so are their personalities, not everything just mostly everything about them is alike ... oh except this which is their greatest difference. Rian is obedient although he's cunning ( no one except Ryan knows this ) and Ryan is a pure breed Rebel and everyone knows that. They're 17 and still a little girly because most of their time is spent on :Sia-their Titan friend, Clara-the Dragon, Deidre-the Demoness, Annabell-the Witch, Drace-the Vampire and Dana-the Werewolf And every other time they're either in the ballroom, royal party hall, throne room,garden ( fighting and trying to kill their selves ) or somewhere else causing havoc or maybe in their rooms training their pet Tigers. Mr&Mrs Royal always had a hard time controlling the boys so pets came to their aid, unfortunately the dogs and cats were just extra victims as they all died a week later, it was a little after a month that they were given Tiger cubs as their 13 years presents that the killing of pets ended, after killing 100 innocent dogs and cats in a month that finally found something to match their temperament. Rian's pet was named Drex ( that has been the names of all the pets he killed ) and Ryan's Claws. The palace only managed to be in one piece because these Tigers shared a room with their owners.

The grand ballroom of the imperial palace was meant for alliances and whispered secrets, not destiny and disaster. Lady Seraphina Astoria Valeheart has spent her life avoiding the treacherous games of court, preferring solitude over the weight of expectations. But when a cocky, sharp-tongued lord with a reputation as dark as his attire asks her to dance, she makes a single mistake—she says yes. Lord Sylas Draven Mourcade is feared for a reason. He commands attention with a smirk and a stare that strips away pretense, but beneath the charm lies something untamed, something dangerous. When Seraphina saves his life with a power she doesn’t yet understand, she unknowingly binds herself to him in blood. But blood is power. And power never goes unnoticed. As whispers of treachery ripple through the empire, Seraphina and Sylas find themselves caught in a web of shadows that move without faces, hands that pull the strings of kings and traitors alike. The court is a battlefield, and their growing connection might be the greatest weapon—or the deadliest weakness. She was never meant to be part of this game. He was never meant to care. But the dance has already begun. And some unseen forces do not take kindly to players who step out of line.

Elvira Pierce has always lived by the rules, navigating a world filled with grand expectations and cold alliances. But at a high-society gathering meant to cement yet another family alliance, she faces a choice that will change the course of her life forever. Beautiful but burdened by secrets, Elvira finds herself the unwilling center of attention in a glittering hall filled with noble guests. When her father introduces her to Lord Ronin Bloodstone, a man from a mysterious lineage, sparks of curiosity and caution flicker within her. Yet the night has more twists in store when Lady Verona and her mother announce an arrangement Elvira cannot accept—a binding future with the enigmatic and brooding Anson Adler Ashford. Torn between familial duty and her desire for freedom, Elvira confronts a society that prioritizes obedience over individuality. As tensions rise, she must navigate a maze of forbidden glances, hidden agendas, and unsettling alliances. With whispers of rebellion in her heart, Elvira faces a daunting decision: to bow to the will of her family or forge her own path. Set against the backdrop of opulent ballrooms and shadowy intrigues, "Threads of Fate" explores themes of self-discovery, courage, and the defiant pursuit of true love in a world bound by tradition.

In the enchanting kingdom of Eldoria, where starlit skies kissed the earth and magic danced in the air, there lived a young woman named Ella. Known to most as Cinderella, her days were filled with chores and solitude, her nights spent dreaming of a life beyond her stepmother's oppressive grasp. One fateful evening, while tending to her garden, Ella discovered a hidden glade where wildflowers bloomed with an otherworldly glow. Drawn in by the ethereal beauty, she stumbled upon an ancient, shimmering well. As she gazed into its depths, a voice whispered to her, "Awaken the heart that lies dormant." Intrigued, Ella leaned closer and made a wish—a wish for courage, for love, and for a life where she could be truly herself. The well responded with a gentle ripple, and in that moment, the air around her shimmered with magic. She felt a warmth envelop her, igniting a spark within her heart that she had long forgotten. The next day, preparations for the royal ball swept through the kingdom. Ella’s heart raced at the thought of attending, but her stepmother firmly forbade it. Disheartened yet determined, she returned to the glade, hoping for guidance. There, she met a mysterious stranger named Leo, a dashing prince in disguise, who had ventured into the woods to escape the burdens of royal expectation. Their eyes locked, and in that instant, Ella felt a connection that transcended words. Leo revealed his desire to find true love, someone who saw beyond the crown. Inspired by their shared dreams, Ella confided her wishes and fears. With each passing moment, their bond deepened, igniting a romance that felt as old as time itself. With Leo’s encouragement, Ella crafted a plan. Using the magic of the well, she transformed her rags into a breathtaking gown and a pair of delicate glass slippers. That night, under a canopy of stars, she stepped into the ballroom, where Leo awaited her arrival. As they danced, the world around them faded away. In that moment, Ella realized that she had awakened not just to love, but to her own strength and spirit. The clock struck midnight, and as she fled the ball, Leo’s heart raced with a newfound determination to find her again. Cinderella's awakening was not just a tale of transformation; it was the beginning of a love story that would change the kingdom forever.

Lilith was the very definition of aristocratic perfection. From a young age, she shone as the brightest star in high society. Mastering exotic languages, stitching with meticulous precision, and gliding through ballrooms as if she were floating were as natural to her as breathing. Every smile was rehearsed, every word measured, and every movement designed to reinforce her image as the ideal future lady, and eventually, the perfect queen. It wasn’t just talent; it was discipline, effort, and, let’s be honest, a dangerously obsessive streak. Rumors in the upper echelons of society described her as a prodigy, though some also considered her a mirror so polished it reflected nothing genuine. Then, the accident happened. A slip of fate (or the rug, who knows) left her with nine years of meticulously crafted effort reduced to ashes. She woke up with no memories of her stellar track record or the rules that had made her an icon. Goodbye to perfectly synchronized dances; hello to clumsy attempts at remembering how to hold a teacup without looking like a peasant. Her parents, desperate to restore the lost glory, devised a rigorous regimen: in three years, Lilith must reclaim all her manners, skills, and knowledge to be ready as a queen candidate. What would normally take a decade, she has to achieve in record time. Lilith, who now can’t tell the salad fork from the dessert fork, faces an educational marathon that would make even the most dedicated tutor nervous. Will Lilith regain her throne as the perfect lady of society, or will her fall become eternal gossip among the tea party ladies? One thing is certain: perfection doesn’t include laughing at herself, and that might just be her greatest challenge.

I’m dreaming of us together Tangled in the mess of ballroom Your hand on my waist My hand is on your shoulder Together we are creating the choreography of “Once upon the time”

“It’s Duke Raymond, oh my god he looks so handsome in white!!” a lady exclaimed. Just hearing this warning bell Eloise, peered to the right. A beautiful man dressed completely in white tux walked confidently into the ballroom. His black eyes wandered amongst the crowd, searching for a certain someone. {‘Why is he here!!’} Eloise bit her lips anxiously. {‘Either way, lets run before he catches me,’} she pulled up her fluffy ruffle skirt to her knees and ran like the wind. All of a sudden she felt her skirt being pulled from behind. “How audacious of you to pull a lady’s skirt,” she shouted and pulled without taking a glance back. “My, my, I think I stepped on a cockroach, what shall I do? Shall I roast it for tainting my shoes or should I chop its head off,” a hoarse voice jokingly said from behind. {‘Shit, I’m dead,’} she glanced back in slow motion. “This..... My lord, can you let go of my skirt,” she pointed to his foot that was firmly stepping on the bottom of her skirt. “Why not, I am just expressing my emotions to the lady who expressed ardent feeling to me in her letters,” he said with a smug smirk. The crowd gasped. “She wrote him a love letter!! That shameless wrench,” some lady shouted out loud. Hearing this, Eloise’s eyelid twitched, “sir... no, Lord, I think you misunderstood. I was only expressing my heartfelt gratitude with my ‘thank you’ letter,” she enunciated each word. The duke chuckled. “Oh is that so,” he strode closer having a tight grip on her skirt, “are the words bat-shit-bastard, ring a bell. I read it in your letter,” Eloise gritted her teeth, {‘so you plan to use my word against me, huh? We’ll see who wins,’} she stepped to his side, showing her back to the entire crowd. “MY LORD! Where are you touching me?!” Suddenly she shouted, gasping her bosom. “How audacious of you. I RESPECTED YOU SIR!! How could you do this,” she screamed and ran away while he was frozen in shock. The entire ball room was in disarray. “Lord Raymond is a pervert!!”

In the enchanting chapter "Veil of Night," the ancient city shimmers under a silver moon as a masked ball unfolds at Castle Darkmoor. Young scholar Elena, drawn by her fascination with the arcane, arrives at the opulent gathering, eager to uncover the truth behind the enigmatic vampire lord, Lucian. As the clock strikes midnight, the ballroom comes alive with music and laughter, but Elena's focus is solely on Lucian, whose captivating presence sends chills down her spine. Their eyes lock, and an electric connection forms as he invites her to dance. Through their twirling steps, she probes into his past, learning of his centuries-long existence filled with both beauty and tragedy. Lucian reveals the heavy toll of immortality—loneliness, desire, and an insatiable hunger for understanding. As Elena grapples with the allure of his dark world, she realizes her quest for knowledge is entwined with a deeper yearning for connection. As the night unfolds, she stands at a crossroads, faced with the seductive pull of the shadows and the undeniable call of destiny that could forever alter her life.

Hemera is rejected by her one true love Crane. After that, she finds out a big truth which the Crescent moon pack has been hiding all this while and she is determined to find out the truth at any cost. Even if it means marrying a complete stranger, Elpis Kane, alpha of blood moon pack. “You never know. I might be of help.” I looked at him and inhale. He is right. he might know him. Besides there is no harm in trying. He will not actually figure out what I want to do. He looked at him with a little smile and goodness, it was so convincing. “I am looking for a certain alpha. I want him to ask me for a dance.” I spoke. I saw his eyebrows rise with doubt and surprise. He put his hand behind him. “Why? if I may ask” “It’s complicated.” “Try me.” I looked at him and he smiled. Well, what do I have to lose? “Well, he is the only one who can help me find the people I am looking for. I heard he is the most powerful alpha and is well gifted and connected. So, I need him.” Said to him. For some reason I trusted this person even if I should not. But he seems calm and powerful. Not one to talk much but one to do a lot. “So, you are going to use him?” “Don’t make sound bad if not I will feel bad.” He laughed making me laugh as well. “Besides, I am not just going to use him. I will trade something in return.” “Hmm.” He nodded with a smile. Goddess what is wrong with me? I should be looking for Elpis not talking to this guy I haven’t even heard of. “So, what are you doing here? You are meant to be downstairs dancing with him” he smiled at me. “I know that.” I said and rolled my eyes. “I looked for me everywhere but I couldn’t find him. I was told he was going to me that this party that is why I bothered to come.” I told him. I was disappointed. “And what might be this might alpha’s name?” he asked me. I was a little bit hesitant. “You never know. I might just be the angel that will send you to him.” I wasn’t sure if I should tell him. But then I thought about it, he was right. What if he knew him or what if I could reach him through him? Besides I couldn’t sense anything bad about him and my senses are never wrong. “Elpis Kane.” I told him, “Elpis Kane. Alpha of blood moon pack.” I told him. The smile on his face immediately went away. He kept on nodding and that gave me some kind of hope that maybe he knows him personally. But he dashed my hopes. All he said was “Hmm” and I smiled. I just grunted and went downstairs. I went down the stairs thinking. I was already two steps down to the ballroom when I felt someone hold my hand. I turn and I saw the same man. This time he had his mask on. “A dance you want? A dance you will get wolf.” He said with a small smile.

Miss Wendy Garren has resigned herself to one last tormented season in the Capital's condemning rich and titled high-society, under the critical and abusive eye of her parents, The Earl and Countess of Follies. At seven and twenty she knows she is there to escort and keep a watchful eye on her younger and vibrant twin sisters. But Wendy knows that when the end of the season comes and she remains unmarried, her parents will finally send her away. She never thought the season could end like this... The Duke of Thornberg Rhys Granger, is tired of scheming mothers and their giggling daughters floating around the edge of an ornately lit ballroom as they dance in a game of power. Nearing the age of Forty, after raising his younger sister, and having served many years of military service to the crown, he feels too old to be shopping for a wife that's barely left the classroom. To appease his happily married and sometimes nagging, younger sister, Rhys attends one last ball in the crown's Capital before planning to return home to his remote and vast Thornberg Estate. He would've never guessed how that night would end... Reader Reviews "This looks like the start of a great book. So underrated though." -Rosettle "I love this book! It's so good and heartbreaking! I feel so sorry for Wendy but at the same time I like her story :) I really like this type of plot" -Arteemismalfoy "I love your work. I have read to the end now and am waiting in agony for the next chapter. I will check out your other work while I wait. Please don't ever stop writing! <3" - "-" "Hey, I just completed reading your story "Beauty unseen" I'm loving it and it's very beautifully written." - Nitathefamousbitch

From Duke’s daughter to famous songwriter/ singer to crown princess, Serena Maxwell did it all. A winner in life who defied the odds of being a novel's villainess. It would have been perfect if it all ended with the royal wedding, but life holds more mystery and follows with misery at times. A divorcee before getting a chance to be widowed, a handicapped Marquis’ younger sister whose parents’ dukedom has been sequestered, poor and too embarrassed to even show her face in public, she can only live simply as a shadow of her former self. Writing plagiarized songs and selling them while in a guise to earn a living. Just when she thought that the situation couldn’t get any worse, worse turned to worst. Despite their self-imposed hiding, a Court Summons arrived summoning her brother to court to face graft charges with possible lifetime imprisonment as sentence. Determined to find help, she seeks the young minister of Justice, the heir to the Cromwell dukedom, Christopher Cross. However, given her current position, it’s not easy to approach said esteemed person even when they were old acquaintances. With no better choice, there’s only one place she can go to be able to meet him. Back to the glitzy, glamorous, and pretentious ballrooms of the nobility facing old acquaintances, from holding the crown to being the clown, becoming the butt of all jokes while receiving surly stares and audacious propositions from the male peers, Serena can only swallow her pride and brave it all. -- After his revenge, Grand Duke Charlton Daniel has become one of the most accomplished and distinguished noble with an unshakable status in society. However, at the end of the day, he felt empty. He used and betrayed his lover to get the best of his cousin. He deceived his ailing mother, the younger sister of the former king, while taking part of the party ousting the royal family. He now has everything, but at the same time, nothing. Sometimes he wonders, was everything he did, worth it? Faced with the emptiness and loneliness despite emerging triumphant, he could only come to terms with the phrase, life must go on. Determined to move on from the past, he started seeing duke Ligeti’s granddaughter, Larissa. She was innocent and naïve, but she gave him peace of mind. So, with building a family in mind, he was thinking of proposing marriage. However, just when he thought that he found his solace, his past lover suddenly appeared before his eyes. She was as beautiful as he first saw her, or maybe even more. Was it the lights or just something in her eyes? Without doing anything, she caused waves and even tsunamis in his heart. Deny it all he might, something was still there. Yet, no. After all she did to him, and him to her, they were over. He can’t possibly forsake his present lover because she came back to... she was back for him, wasn’t she? And just when this thought processed in his mind, reality came crushing in. Before his very eyes, she was seducing another man. -- Will Serena and Charlton rekindle their love this time around? Or will she find true love in another man’s arms? Read and find out!

*There is "gore, bloody, violent" content throughout the story that may bother or not be suitable for some readers. As well as some crude language.* Also #action/adventure "Wren... can you hear me..?" His voice sounded so familiar and warm. ".."Please Wren... I know the last person you probably want to hear from is me.. "Please don't forget.. It's me, Michael.." As soon as Wren hear his name, memories came flashing back to her. *Wren-Wren, come play with me!" A young boy with brown hair and sea blue eyes called out to her. "Okay, I'm coming." The young Wren ran towards Michael. Her dark red hair that had been neatly styled into braids, bounced around on her shoulders. *BANG! BOOM, BOOM!* The loud sounds of gun and canon fire could be heard all around. "AH!" Men and women were screaming in the distance. The once inviting forest vegetation was now littered with debris from nearby buildings and stained red with blood. "Mommy! Mommy, *cough cough* help m-" before the blonde little girl could continue screaming for her mother, I large hand reached down and covered her mouth. She tried to struggle, but it was all in vain. The man easily overpowered her and quickly ran off. ..."Presenting our new Priestess! She has incredible strength and amazing abilities only second to our Lord, Lord Valen. Everyone, please do your best to welcome her!" A teenaged age Wren stood before many people within a large ballroom style area. To her left was the one she knew as Valen, and over to her right, there was a man and woman who looked less than pleased to see her in a position of such power. Wren was nervous and shaking. 'I really wish I could just get out of this dress and go train," She thought to herself. ..."21, check in. Are we a go?" Someone's voice came across a small earpiece, "We are good 45. You take the East entrance and I will cover the perimeter. We need to do this as quickly and silently as possible." Wren was in her late teens at this point. She was wearing all black clothes, that were fitted to the curves of her body. She heard a small sound in the distance, 'Okay, here we go.' She took a deep breath in and closed her eyes. In just moments her clothes and hair began to flutter around her body, and just as quickly as this happened, she disappeared, leaving nothing but a small wisp of smoke behind. ..."Wren, I just can't...I need to go for myself. I never wanted to keep this from yo-" "Don't bother lying to me Michael. I am fed up with what both you and Valen have been hiding." She carefully swung her leg over, and moved away from Michael's lap, carefully adjusting her jade-colored dress. She sighed into her hands, "Wren..you know I will always lo-" "Goodbye Michael. I regret we didn't have more time together, but I can't just sit by idly." She turned to face him, a tear ran down her face, and she disappeared, before Michael opened his eyes from a blink. Suddenly, Wren gasped and opened her eyes. She immediately sat up, turned on her side, and began to cough and spit out blood. "Oh Wren, gosh I missed you," As Wren was turning to lay back down, Michael pulled her into a tight embrace. "I don't know what I would have done without you. You were in this bed so long, I didn't think you would ever wake up." Wren was confused and still trying to catch her breath. She pushed the man away and looked him over. 'Wavy brown hair, simple stud earrings, sea blue eyes..' "Michael?" "Oh, my Lady-" Michael grabbed her once more, but he quickly released her, "Daddy, daddy, can I see, can I see?" Wren grew even more confused, as Michael moved his body over and behind him, was a small girl, with cherry brown hair. "Hi lovely. I would like you to meet someone. This Lady, is a very important person to our people, and she is also really special to us." Wrens breaths began to quicken and her heart was racing, 'no, don't!" "This Lady's name is Wren, but maybe after you are around her more, maybe you can start calling her Mommy again?"

"Your Lord, if your wish is to amuse me, then retrieve your acts." She interrupted me, and I knew I had done her erroneous. "My apologies. I did not know when to ask, speak, talk, or request for your name. My utterances before were out of nervousness, my princess. I don’t know the effects it has had, but I am glad. Glad of your presence, and my presence as stated, as long as our speeches rhyme, am happy. " ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~***************~~~~~~~~~~~~~* He knew his stand, he knew his label, he knew.., he sure knew. A bastard’ To some it was just a name, an English decent name, but to many, especially those in the highest ranks of the social class, knew, they knew what kind of hefty drift being associated with such a labeled man meant to his whole, they knew. And he,… he.., was born as one, a bastard. A bastard, a bastard was what he came to know his name as,… Lord Willock,.. a duke’s son but a King’s decent to be precise, lived a life of now, as tomorrow was nothing but a luck. The boy, knew all, he knew love, ooh how wou;d he forget the face of the dazzling girl who made her forget all his worries, right on the ballroom dance floor. How would he forget, how would he forget, he was a bastard, if every conversation seemed to have nothing but the name on it.., However, maybe destiny was meant to be linient or tough on him, its all his fate to face. Dearest reader, let’s embark on the journey of Lord Willock, and see what lemons life throws at him, and his coping mechanisms, in times of tragedy, and maybe he was more fated for good fortune than just a label..? A labeled man was meant for ‘death!!!’ A word and statement well known.., ~~~~~~~~~~~~****************~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ But, as stated earlier, as you all know, all wizards, royals, peasants, and members of higher social classes have one thing in common. They all had a fear—not a fear of debts or of God—but a fear of shame, and he, he who was borne out of the shame, bore the sin. A debt and label, he alone shall carry; and a bastard he became. May God have mercy. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- I appreciate all of you dearest readers for taking the opportunity to join me in my fantastical world, through my fondness for Willock. As we embark on this journey, and as you join me to see through the eyes of this young lad, I wish you all the enjoyment you desire, and may all your desires take the best of turns. This is a novel I'm quite, or rather, I'd say, I love writing. As the plot rises to its course and falls to its rhythms, I hope you will enjoy all the nuances of our dearest Willock. I acknowledge all of you and encourage you to keep pushing me to do more, and to reach the best of my potentials. All love. Enjoy, fam...

The extravagant ballroom of Salvatore Mansion was decorated lavishly. The entire state was invited to the party. The hurly and burly environment of the ballroom were constantly increasing as guests started to fill the room. The gossiping ladies group were high in volume discussing and guessing the main motto behind this profligate celebration. Men were drinking at the corners and thinking to gain favors from Salvatore. Upstairs a middle-aged man was seated in his master chair and his eyes pierced at the young lad standing in front. The lad thumped his hand on the table and scowled at his father. "I don't agree to this." He muttered curtly. "Utter nonsense. You have to follow that's it." The middle-aged man asked stopping his further protest. In vexation, the man left the room without turning back. A young lady was gracefully standing leaning against the wall beside the study room smirked and blew some air on her slim painted nails and spoke. "Interesting." *** The lad stood at the corner of the adorned ballroom and accessed the crowd. His sharp eyes narrowed at his father who was about to climb the platform morphed stage to deliver the speech that followed the bitter news. He grimaced at that. His father signaled him. That was his cue to follow up. When he reached the middle of the room someone grabbed his hand from behind causing him to stop abruptly and the glass in his hand fell on the floor spilling its whole content on the shiny white marble. Everyone turned their attention to them. It was a girl who stopped him. "Do you have a girlfriend?" This question caught him off guard and he instantly replied, "NO" "Do you like someone?" "No." Though he was confused but answered feeling the eyes of the crowd on them. "The girl smiled brightly and said, "Good." Without waiting for another moment the girl snacked her palm around his nape and stood on her tiptoes and kissed him. There was pin-drop silence in the room. The people gasped at that. The young lad was so shocked that he opened his mouth a bit and it was a perfect liplock. Breaking the kiss the girl stared at the whole crowd and said icily. "From now on he is mine." Leaving everyone in uttered stupefaction.

The little duchess' life seems to be perfect, especially after her wedding with the most desired bachelor in the kingdom, the one who drove out all the monster from the Black Wood. Despite her father's initial protests, Iris is able to marry the love of her life and feels that the rest of her life will only be bliss. But not everything is what is seems at her new home and little by little secrets revail themselves, making Iris understand the reasons behind her father's protests. ---------------- Her wedding night found Iris more nervous than she thought. The maids bathed her and changed her into a nightgown which was semi transparent, the silhouette of her body being evident throughout the thin material. After the maids left she laid down on her bed, but only for a second. Her nerves didn’t let her lay there, she couldn’t even sit on it as she knew what was to come. Or at least she thought she knew as she, like all noble girls, was taught about the duty of a wife in the bedroom. But she didn’t know about the tingling in her stomach and the heat coming from inside her from those lessons. No, those were the feelings her now husband showed her with only a kiss. That thought made her touch her lips with her finger. She blushed when she remembered the kiss, the one that started all of this. It happened only a month ago, on a dark night with no stars in the sky and the moon hiding behind the dark clouds, promising a heavy rain. But not a single drop fell yet and the castle's garden was lit by small torches which trew trembling shadows on the ground. She could remember his hands touching her arched back and caressing it while his other hand touched her cheek before sliding behind her head, entangled in her beautifully done hair. He looked passionately into her eyes, his green eyes making her forget about anything else. The smell that came from him drew her closer until their lips touched and she closed her eyes, letting herself drown in that blissful feeling, in those hard arms. He made her forget everything outside their embrace. They forgot where they were and the reason they were there. They forgot about the ballroom full of chatting people, full of music and dance. It was only them at that moment, in the garden. “You son of a bitch!” a cry woke them and they separated from each other. “You will pay for this!”. The man that was screaming at them approached and before Iris realized what was happening, he punched her partner hard.

In the glittering ballrooms of Regency England, a forbidden love ignites between Amelia, a headstrong young woman, and the enigmatic Lord Sebastian St. Clair. But behind his seductive charm lurks a dark secret—he is a vampire. As society whispers and dangers loom, Amelia must choose between her heart's desires and the expectations of a world on the brink of chaos. Will their love defy the odds, or will the shadows of the night consume them both? Prepare to be enthralled in a Regency tale where passion collides with immortal desires in this captivating vampire romance