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How To Win Prince Heart

The Villains Must Win

I’m a proud NEET who’s devoured every romance novel, manga, webtoon, and otome game out there. Just when I thought I’d conquered it all, a black bunny appeared in my dream. “Congrats! You’ve been chosen to help villains win across multiple worlds!” “Like a game?” “Uh . . . sure.” “Great, I’m in!” And just like that, I became an agent of the Villain System. Time to rewrite some happily-ever-afters—villain style. **[NOTE!]** This novel features multiple short arcs, each exploring different tropes such as ancient China, the modern world, beasts, werewolves, vampires, fantasy, school romance, idol groups—you name it! The twist? Each arc focuses on our MC making the villain (male) triumph over the male and female leads. The story is written primarily in 2nd and 3rd person POV for a dynamic and immersive experience. || Excerpt || [WARNING! MATURE Content Ahead!] “Then serve me . . . properly.” The command was both sensual and authoritative, and Xue Li’s pulse quickened under his intense gaze. The air between them grew heavy, her trembling hands faltering as she began to run the sponge across his chest, her touch featherlight against his scars. “Y-yes your majesty.” Han Feng leaned back slightly, watching her through half-lidded eyes, his expression unreadable. “Slower,” he murmured, his voice a low rumble that made her pulse skip. “You’re trembling,” he said, his voice velvet smooth, making her flinch. “I-It’s the steam, Your Majesty,” she stammered, though she knew it was a poor excuse. Han Feng chuckled softly, the sound deep and rich. “Hmm . . . Is that so? Then you have no problem cleaning my cock right?” Xue Li's eyes trembled, on the verge of tears, which seemed to please Han Feng. His smile grew wider as he urged her on. "Go on. You're going to serve me properly, aren't you?"
MiuNovels · 610.6K Views

How To Evolve A Fireball

In the world of Elka, every awakened mage is granted a Grimoire — a living magical book that records their spells, achievements, and evolution paths. Spells aren’t static. They grow. They branch. They transform. For most mages, spell evolution is a game of instinct and talent — cast more, train harder, get lucky. But Arin Ember isn’t like most mages. He’s not even from this world. Transmigrated from a dying, magicless planet where survival depended on science, Arin sees magic not as mystery, but as code. And he’s obsessed with one spell: Fireball. The weakest, most basic spell in existence — and the only one he’ll ever use. While others chase power through variety, Arin dives into obsessive specialization. He dissects Fireball like a physicist. He refines it like a chemist. And in his blank, silent Grimoire, he begins rebuilding it from the ground up — not just evolving it, but rewriting its magical genome. Because in Elka, every spell is built on a hidden structure: mana-sequence code, a chain of runes and elemental instructions like living DNA. It governs everything — from power output to elemental behavior to spell adaptability. And Arin? He’s the first person insane enough to treat it like genetic engineering. Through experimentation, failure, and relentless theory-crafting, he transforms his Fireball into: A self-replicating flame with controlled mitosis A plasma-based projectile that adapts to air density A sentient spark that learns mid-combat And a superheated core spell capable of atomizing magic barriers They call him talentless. They call him obsessed. But soon, may call him something else: The Father of Spell Genetics. The One-Spell Monster. The Fireball Architect.
SizzlingCoal · 1.1K Views

Mated To The Demon Prince

Transmigrating into a world ruled by supernaturals seemed like a dream come true---until it wasn't. Charlotte Winchester, burdened by her family's crushing expectations, has always wanted her mundane life to end. Death came like a wish, but instead of eternal rest, Charlotte found herself transmigrated as Evangeline, the cherished daughter of Crimson Ridge Pack---the rulling family of the werewolf community. At first, her new life felt like paradise. Immortal and powerful, she had everything she'd ever dreamed of; doting werewolf parents, loyal friends, and a future that promised luxury and adoration. With the looming title of Princess---and the attention of the Future Alpha King---her life seemed perfect. But perfection rarely lasts. One impulsive decision---rejecting her fate mate---sets off a chain of events she never could have foreseen. Her second mate isn't a kind-hearted wolf or even a charming elf. He's a demon prince, the ruler of shadows and master of nightmares. Dark, possessive, and utterly dangerous, he drags her into a world of chaos where her very soul is at stake. What started as a second chance at life quickly turns into a battle for survival. With her past life's memories hidden from her new family and a devil mate who refuses to let her go, Charlotte must navigate the twisted politics of werewolves and demons. Heaven can turn into hell in an instant---and Evangeline is about to learn that Paradise always comes at a price. | Completed|
Peridot_writes · 149.5K Views

Mated To The Dead Prince

"But this feels real," She whispered. Curiosity got the best of her as she went around the coffin, luckily, it wasn't locked. She took a deep breath before pulling it open. "Jesus Christ!" Rose exclaimed, putting her hand over her chest as she breathed hard. She stood frozen beside the coffin, staring at a young man with the most beautiful face she'd ever seen, lying still and comfortably inside the coffin. Was he dead? He looked so pale like he was dead and yet so beautiful to be called dead. Talk about gothic beauty. Rose knew she should be running for her life at that moment, but she felt something drawing her closer to the man in the coffin, she flashed her light closer to his face as she reached her hand down and placed it right under his nose to check if he was still breathing. No air, his nose bridge was cold as ice too. Rose was still busy staring at the man's face when she felt something very icy touch her arm, she felt her heart drop to her stomach as she slowly turned her head to look at her arm, that's when she saw the white, slim, masculine fingers wrapped tightly around her wrist. Her soul left her and her heart completely stopped beating, before starting to beat like a parade band in her chest. "Hail fucking Mary!" Rose whispered in a frightened tone, her lips quivered and her eyes widened unnaturally. She felt her legs become paralyzed from fear and unable to move or run. She dared to fearfully turn around and look at the man's face again, just to find his blood-colored eyes, staring icily at her. She was about to scream when the young man suddenly pulled her into his coffin with incredible speed, and the last thing she remembered was feeling how cold his body was before she felt an unnatural sleep overtake her. *** Rose Thiago was an ordinary human girl who loved reading dark fantasies but never believed in them. She suddenly gets warned by her best friend never to read those kinds of books again if she doesn't want to make herself visible to the dark creatures or evoke their world to herself, but she calls her bluff and reads them over and over again. On a field trip, Rose suddenly finds herself falling into an endless hole, and when she finally meets the solid ground, she discovers that it is no longer familiar ground. She gravely realized that just as her friend said, she'd finally drawn the dark world to herself. She somehow manages to bump herself into a beautiful man lying inside a coffin and dared to touch him just for the dead man to suddenly hold her hands and disappeared with her. In that moment, she came to believe that magical creatures did exist. And she was about to discover that she had the blood of the sun. Two thousand years ago, to survive a dreadful poison, The prince of the dark world, Cassius Levi, sought refuge in his healing grave, only to awaken when the right time for his revenge came. What he didn't expect was to be forcefully awakened by an undeserving mortal.
Rosegold_n · 146.9K Views

The prince's heart

The palace gardens were a tapestry of silver under the full moon, their roses glowing faintly as Alaric paced the stone path. His heart raced, not from the day’s endless duties but from the thought of Elara. She’d agreed to meet him here, despite her hesitations, and the weight of what he wanted to say pressed against his chest. Elara emerged from the shadows, her simple dress a stark contrast to the opulence around them. Her eyes, bright and wary, met his. “You shouldn’t be here, Your Highness,” she whispered, glancing at the darkened windows of the palace. “If we’re seen—” “I don’t care,” Alaric said, stepping closer. “Elara, I can’t keep pretending. Every moment I’m with you, I feel alive. Not a prince, not a pawn—just me.” Her breath caught, and she shook her head. “You’re not just a man, Alaric. You’re the crown prince. Your world is up there”—she gestured toward the palace—“and mine is below it. We can’t change that.” “We can,” he insisted, his voice low but fierce. “I love you, Elara. I’ve tried to fight it, to honor my vows, my kingdom—but I can’t. I won’t.” Tears glistened in her eyes. “You don’t understand what you’re asking. If I let myself love you, I’ll lose everything—my safety, my place here. And you… you could lose your throne.” “Then let me lose it,” he said, taking her hands. Her fingers trembled in his, warm despite the night’s chill. “You’re worth more than any crown.” She pulled away, her voice breaking. “Don’t say that. You’re meant to lead Eldoria. I won’t be the reason you fall.” Before he could respond, she turned and fled into the darkness, leaving him alone with the roses and the ache in his heart.
Kha_Dee_Jarh · 9.2K Views
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