Silk Swing

Synopsis: A young man is suddenly transmigrated into the body of a cursed prince—born of incest, hated by the empire, and burdened with a fate not his own. Thrust into a world of war, political turmoil, and ancient secrets, he finds himself trapped in a storm of chaos he never asked for. Armed with nothing but a broken, almost useless system,[Hey, I'm not useless.] he must find a way to survive, adapt, and outwit the forces that seek to destroy him. Join him on a journey that is at times tragic, at times joyful, and often hilariously absurd—as he stumbles through blood, betrayal, and bizarre events in search of freedom and meaning. [Bloody Tears] {A sneak peek} Nyx suddenly placed his hand on his stomach, took deep breaths, and, with a big smile on his face, said, "I can feel it… I can feel it inside me." [What can you feel?] Love had no idea what Nyx was talking about. "I can feel the 'Nine Cocked Fox' inside me. Yes, give me power, fox!" [Huh? Nine Cocked Fox?] Love asked. "In my previous world, 'Nine Cocked Fox' was an imaginary character from a comic called Naro. It lived inside a man named Naro and gave him powers, and kids in the real world wanted to swing on its nine Cocks." [Wait, there's no fox or anything inside you! You're just hungry. What are you doing? This time, there was a little anger in Love's voice. Hearing this, Nyx sat properly. He was a little disappointed. After a while, he started pulling his hand and then, with disappointment, said, "Not even Fucky?" [What nonsense are you talking about? There’s nothing like that inside you. You are just an ordinary human.] This time, Love’s voice was full of anger and a hint of irritation. "Oh!" Nyx sat down disappointed. Then he looked outside the stable door. He kept staring for a while before, with slight fear, saying, "No, no, no…" [What happened now?] Irritation was clearly evident in Love’s voice. Nyx quickly and with some enthusiasm replied, "Why is the moon giving off so much light?" He said with fear, and then his eyes fell on the nameplate of the stable. But he couldn’t understand what was written there. Still, with fear and hesitation, he said, "Don't tell me… Are you saying that it says 'Everyone will die, including me' over there? No, no, no…" He said, pointing towards that nameplate with his index finger. [Hey, wait, this is not your comic or novel! Sit quietly right there, and that’s the sun, not the moon.] This time, Love shouted. [And what is this 'Everyone will die' nonsense? That is a nameplate, and the name of the stable’s owner is written there.] Love yelled in frustration. "Oh!" Disappointment returned to his face. [Now sit here calmly and listen.] He did as he was told. [There is no fox inside you, and this is not some novel or comic from your old world.]

Being Psychic Should Make Life Easier… Right? Meet Julia Summers: socially invisible, chronically awkward, and surrounded by chaos thanks to three bratty siblings with mind-control powers and likewise psychic parents who think TikTok dances are a valid parenting strategy. Her life? A complete circus. She’s got exactly two friends, zero romantic prospects, and a huge (and very hopeless) crush on the ultra-perfect student council president. That is, until he walks in. Julian Reyes. Mysterious. Gorgeous. Possibly allergic to normal behavior. And definitely not human. When Julian transfers to her school, Julia’s world flips faster than her mom’s mood swings. Suddenly, she’s not just dodging her siblings’ psychic tantrums she’s tangled up in a hidden war between powerful psychics and the people trying to capture them. Oh, and did we mention the part where she might actually be one of the most powerful psychics alive? Now with her ride-or-die besties, her dysfunctional (but loveable-ish) family, and an infuriatingly charming new ally-slash-crush at her side, Julia’s diving headfirst into a whirlwind of secret missions, high school drama, psychic showdowns… and maybe even her first real kiss. Chaotic, hilarious, heartwarming and just a little bit dangerous follow Julia Summers in a supernatural romantic comedy where saving the world is hard… but falling in love is even harder.

The 'tragic' truth tells us that time-traveling is a technical skill, and clearly, Ye Zao was mediocre at it. Being duped by her own penny-pinching uncle into becoming a lowly concubine in someone else's house was bad enough, but why did it have to be in Fourth Master's residence? Being just a mere Concubine, how was she to get by? The starting point was too low, the background too poor, the bargaining chips too few! The big BOSS had too much HP, and every mini BOSS was lethal! After much deliberation, playing the virtuous act would get her killed, because there was Lady Ulaanala ahead of her. Playing the shrew would also lead to death, for there was Li Consort Fujin behind her. Bearing sons wasn't permitted, yet not bearing them left her with no support—what a conundrum of a life! Having finally maneuvered her way from the residence into the palace, she still had The Empress Dowager on top, who disliked her for not looking dignified enough! Fortunately, Fourth Master didn't mind, and he secretly quite fancied her undignified looks! Ye Zao's goal was to live a good life, clothed in silk and jewels, exalted and lofty.

The VR craze reaches its peak with the release of Glory Through War, the MMORPG that promises to turn the number one player into a real-life tycoon. Four friends, united by ambition and a twisted sense of humor, dive headfirst into the chaos with one goal in mind: reach the top — no matter the cost. As the virtual world becomes a battlefield, they won’t hesitate to trample anyone in their way. Races? Hierarchies? They laugh at them. White, Black, demi-human, or some absurdly rare species with powers that defy logic — no one is safe. The strategy is simple: kill, loot, and laugh while their enemies beg for mercy. —Let’s leave them without underwear. silk, if possible. — Oh, forgot the coffee filter at home, did you? — HAHAHAHAH. — Shut the hell up and get to work, you sons of bitches.

She was supposed to be the good one. Freshly divorced and forced to move back into her younger sister’s house, Alexandra hides her pain behind polite smiles, elegant silk robes, and the perfect image of a woman holding herself together. But everything cracks the moment David walks through the door—her sister’s 18-year-old boyfriend. Tall. Handsome. So goddamn young. He’s kind. Innocent. Too trusting. And worst of all… he looks at her like she’s not invisible. As days pass, the temptation grows unbearable. Alexandra finds herself watching him, fantasizing, aching—caught between shame and hunger. Her thoughts grow darker. Her touches linger longer. She tells herself she’s just lonely… until that lie breaks too. What begins as curiosity becomes obsession. And obsession? It never stays innocent. MOMMY’S DIRTY SECRET is a slow-burn erotic journey into the mind of a mature woman who craves the firm touch of a man after years of a cold, lifeless marriage. Alexandra’s desires simmer beneath the surface—repressed, aching, and far from innocent. For readers who like their smut raw, emotional, and taboo.

[Warning: Mature novel — contains explicit sexual content, adult themes, and raw scenes. Reader discretion is advised.] I’m Allen Drake. I transmigrated in the middle of my very first se* encounter— Not as a hero. Honestly, I see myself more like a villain now… a very lucky villain. Dropped into a world ruled by seductive elves and sinfully hot demons, I found myself surrounded by beastkin beauties that could make any man forget his name. My mission? Get stronger. Not just to survive—but to protect those same sexy creatures from monsters that evolve more and more every day. But here’s the twist: I didn’t have to train for ten years or swing a blade a million times. No push-ups. No grinding. Just… fking.** Armed with my [Copy System] and my unique [LustCopy] ability, I can steal the powers of anyone I mate with—and even copy the last man they had inside them. Yeah, it’s wild. And every time I do, my strength, skills, and charm levels skyrocket. Oh, and the cherry on top? I’m the only human in this entire world of hypersexual demons and mix breading-obsessed elves. A true one-in-a-billion genetic jackpot. Apparently, that makes me irresistible to queens, princesses, generals, priestesses—you name it. With every moan, every climax, I climb closer to my true goal: To become the top SSS-Ranked Merge. Or maybe the world’s first Sex-Merge. Whatever you call me—just know I’m coming… for the throne. Extra Tags: Sexual Cultivation, NSFW, Copy System, No NTR, OP MC, Harem, Beastkin, Demons, Elves,Magic, Smut, Fantasy World, R-18, Reverse Domination, Power Through Lust, Transmigration, Antihero MC

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.

I should’ve run. When the blood-soaked man collapsed on me in that alley, I should’ve screamed. Called the cops. Bolted. But I didn’t. I can't even say why. He threatened me yet I dragged him home. I disinfected his wounds. I let him stay, hoping he'd leave me alone but he didn't. And now? Now the devil sleeps on my couch, cooks me breakfast, and kisses like sin itself. He says his name is Kieran. Says he’s hiding. Says he won’t hurt me... unless I give him a reason. But the men hunting him aren’t just thugs. They’re ghosts in tailored suits and bloody silk gloves. Politicians. Kingmakers. Killers. And he’s not just some criminal. He’s the Kingpin. The one they whisper about when the lights go out. The one they’ve been trying to erase. I was just a miserable office girl with a boyfriend that was both a green and red flag, a family who barely registered my presence unless to mock me or demand for money and a life going nowhere. Now I’m in the crossfire of empires. My name is Kina. And I think I’ve fallen in love with the last man on earth who deserves it. But love won’t save us. Only war will. Other title: I Picked Up A Stray Crime-Lord

He killed my father. Now he wants my heart. When Elena Moretti returns to the city to uncover the truth behind her father’s mysterious death, she has one rule stay far away from Luca De Rossi, the infamous Don of the De Rossi syndicate. Cold blooded. Untouchable. And the man who might be responsible for her pain. But fate has other plans. A forced marriage, a bloody alliance, and a twisted web of secrets draw Elena into Luca’s dark world. She swore to escape. He swore she’d never leave. To him, she’s leverage. To her, he’s the enemy in silk suits and bulletproof lies. But the longer she stays in his mansion, the harder it is to tell who’s really in control Because the most dangerous place to be Is in the center of the Don's web

Rhea has exactly one month left to live, and she plans to go out on her own terms. No more hospitals. No more pity. Just one final reckless night to feel something—anything—before it all ends. She never expected to wake up in silk sheets, naked and sore, in the arms of a man who seemed too powerful, too perfect… and far too obsessed. She tries to run. She gives a fake name. A fake school. She wants to forget. But then, he walks into her classroom. Her professor. Her one-night stand. The man she tried to escape. And he’s not about to let her go.

"I married the soldier. I slept with the spy. I fell for the villain. And somehow... they were all part of me." Mia Veyra doesn't believe in happy endings - she was trained to end things, not feel them. As a spy with no country and too many secrets, her mission was simple: marry the hero, earn his trust, dismantle his world from the inside. Lucas Drax was never supposed to fall in love - not with her, and not again with the man he left behind in the ashes of war. But feelings have a way of disobeying orders. Mino Kael - the man they both tried to forget. A villain by reputation. A lover by memory. A ghost by choice. In a world where lies are currency and love is a liability, three souls collide in a storm of fire, betrayal, and desire. Some truths were never meant to surface. Some love stories were never meant to survive. But this one? This one was never meant to happen... and now it can't be stopped.

《 NOTE — This is an R-18 adult-themed novel. If you do not enjoy themes such as teacher-student relationships, dominance and submission, or similar dynamics, then this novel may not be for you. All characters depicted are 18 years of age or older, though you are free to imagine them as any adult age you prefer. Thank you, and enjoy reading Echo of Desire: The Mind-Blowing Journey of Shalini and Others.》 ▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎ When the graceful, widowed Shalini — a respected teacher and devoted mother — begins to sense the suffocating grip of routine, she dares to step into a forbidden world. A single moment of temptation pulls her into a swirling current of seduction, where adoring young men worship every forbidden inch of her body, and her best friend Malika fans the flames of desire to dangerous new heights. From innocent flirtations in the classroom to sinful encounters behind closed doors, Shalini’s transformation unfolds across the chapters of shameless pleasure and ruthless self-discovery. As she sheds her modest silks for tight leggings and revealing kurtis, she offers herself as a goddess to be adored, kissed, licked, worshipped — a queen finally claiming her hunger after years of denying it. But behind her feverish pleasures lurk secrets that could shatter her entire world: a son who senses her changes, a career threatened by scandal, and a friend whose “lessons” might push Shalini beyond every limit she ever imagined. Arc of this raw, unapologetic erotic drama, join with Shalini no longer denying who she is, but embracing her true nature with thrilling, dangerous abandon. It is a journey of power, sin, and surrender that will leave you breathless, aching, and desperate for more. Step into Shalini’s world — and see how far you’d go to taste forbidden desire.

MMF Dark Historical Royal Romance: - Princess Aveline Ravelynn of Elaria: I was born with silk in my hair, roses at my feet, and five kingdoms whispering about my beauty. But it was the sixth kingdom—Dravareth Kingdom—one hidden in shadow—that came for me. They slaughtered my groom, burned his castle to the ground, and stole me away. I should fear them. I should hate them. But every time I run, I wonder if I want them to catch me. -King Lucan Velshar: She’s light. Soft, spoiled, and untouched by war. We’ve ruled through fire and steel, never needing anyone but our love to each other. But the moment we saw her… the hunger changed. Now we want her in our palace, in our bed, and in our blood. She’ll learn to love the darkness. She’ll learn to loved us… To need us as much as we need her. -King Rhysand Varynthal: They called us villains. Savages. Monsters. Unnatural when we came in peace to seek her hand for marriage. Let them. Because we don’t take “no” for an answer. And we won’t come to ask again. ——

One moment, Jia Lan was a modern city girl with perfect skin, soft hands, and zero survival skills. The next? She’s in the 1970s—inside a novel—as the youngest daughter of a powerful and wealthy urban family. She’s not the heroine. In fact, the hardworking female lead and righteous male lead are out there suffering through life, trying to "earn" a future in the city. Jia Lan? She just woke up in silk pajamas, got pampered by her entire family, and activated a daily check-in system that hands her perks for simply… showing up. ✿ Visit the kitchen? Gain cooking skills. ✿ Lounge in the courtyard? Glowing skin. ✿ Exist gracefully? Congratulations, you’ve leveled up again. While others chase opportunities and eat bitterness, Jia Lan is over here sipping tea, casually unlocking cheat codes, and getting praised for walking downstairs. Spoiled? Yes. Vulgar? Never. Plot-hungry? Absolutely not. She’s not here to steal anyone’s story. She’s just here to live her best life—gracefully, beautifully, and with a faint scent of jasmine. Too bad everyone else can’t stop staring.

(Synopsis)BLURB Frances Lin lived a life engulfed in silk and admiration. Born into luxury, she journeyed through life untouched by sorrow, her beauty and charm shielding her from the world’s cruelty. Through storms and seasons, she was always held, always protected. Behind the adoration, betrayal brewed like a silent poison. When her own family casts her aside, Frances is thrust into a merciless world she had never been prepared for. When her only best friend _ Charlotte snatched her fiancé, she was pushed into an hanging cliff. Alone, wounded but unbroken, she vows to reclaim everything — and more. No longer the naive girl who trusted too easily, Frances becomes a woman of fire: calculating, resilient, and fiercely determined. All she needed was just a helping hand, to offer her an huge amount of money for her to start up something. In her darkest hour, a mysterious young man —Stafford Raymond — a stranger whose loyalty seems pure, a boss mafia and a multibillionaire appears. But Frances, once foolishly trusting, now hides her true heart behind walls no one can scale. Unknown to him, she secretly plots her revenge, using even her savior as a pawn if she must. Constrained by a marriage proposal, Frances is forced to marry the man she planned to deceive. To avoid him ruining her plan, she married him and eloped to another country with his money, where she begins plotting her revenge. Whereas, the mafia boss she deceived was already smitten by her. Unknown to her, another nemesis awaits her with the man she had deceived. She never knew how ruthless he was until Raymond fished her out and shows her who he really was. Can two betrayals ever cancel each other out — or will their bond ignite a tragedy that neither of them can escape?

“I can feel your heartbeat,” Damien murmured. “You could have chosen to defy me. Yet, here you are.” His fingers traced higher, a teasing and agonizing path. Chloe shivered. Her breath hitched as his hand pressed forward past the barrier of silk. A soft gasp escaped her lips when his fingers found the space between her legs. “So tell me, what do you want?” he whispered against her skin, his strokes slow and teasing, breaking her breaths. Chloe looked down, watching the way his hands moved—possessive, steady, each motion more intoxicating than the last. “I want you,” she said. “I want you.” Damien Cross only had one mission—revenge. Cold, calculating, and merciless, he’s spent years building an empire and waiting for the perfect moment to strike back at the man who betrayed him. Chloe Bennett was never supposed to be part of the plan. But when she walked into his life, she became the perfect pawn… and the one temptation he can’t resist. Now the game has changed. She was meant to be leverage. But now she’s becoming his obsession.

The night before the imperial exam, 15-year-old scholar Jun Wu watches his entire family slaughtered by the Fierce Tiger Gang. Left bleeding with a deep sword wound, he waits to die—until a villager finds and saves him. But what’s left of Jun Wu isn’t a helpless scholar. He wants revenge. The kind that could drown the whole village in blood. When he picks up a hammer for the first time, everything changes. ┏━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━┓ ┃ Congratulations! You’ve been chosen. ┃ You’ve awakened your Innate Weapon. ┗━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━┛ ┏━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━┓ ┃ Innate Weapon: Hammer ┃ Level: 0 ( 0 / 100 EXP ) ┗━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━┛ With every beast he slays, every swing he takes, Jun Wu grows stronger. But vengeance isn’t simple. The deeper he digs into the truth behind the massacre, the darker it becomes. He made up his mind. He will avenge his family. Even if it breaks the world. **** Other name: Hammer of Vengeance.

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.

In a palace veiled by silk and secrets, loyalty is a mask—and love can be deadly. Born into a noble family, Lianfu’s life shattered the night her household was massacred for uncovering a royal conspiracy. Mistaken for a servant girl, she survived—scarred, silenced, and blindfolded by fate. But death did not claim her… vengeance chose her. Now known only as A’fu, she returns years later as a cold and deadly shadow, hiding her identity beneath flowing black robes and a silk cloth covering her eyes. Her blade is silent. Her resolve, unshakable. By her side is Prince Xiao Liwei—once a disregarded son of the Emperor, now a poised warrior cloaked in white. Elegant and sharp as a drawn fan, he walks a path riddled with betrayal and hidden enemies. But behind his gentle gaze lies a fierce protector… and a heart drawn to the mystery that is A’fu. Together, they will unravel the truth. Together, they will fight to survive. But in a court of lies and masked killers, how much will love cost?

The Apocalypse is in full swing. Defiled - powerful creatures corrupted by the Great Collision - prowled the lands in search of prey. Unfortunately for them, the human race had long since retreated behind the secure walls of the Sanctuary of Everlast. During one of his regular excursions outside the Sanctuary, Alden is separated from Celeste. - his childhood friend and crush. In that moment, he came to regret never summoning the courage to confess. Somehow managing to survive thanks to some trickery, Alden awakens as a mage. Instead of receiving a normal power, he gains the ability to decay. What's more, during his ascension, he received a vision from his future self advising him not to trust the Asterons - celestial beings who had saved his race from inescapable doom. Normally... such a revelation wouldn’t faze Alden. However, there was only one major problem with the declaration, though. Celeste was bound with an Asteron. And not just any normal Asteron... She had made a pact with a Divine Sovereign. ________ Cover is not mine. I found the image on Pinterest. Link to discord server: https://discord.gg/VPEtsc4c

{Warning: Contains Mature Content} “Those who venture into the flames shall be consumed by its tongue—And they shall be called the Fallen.” One bloody night, Ember AshFall loses everything she never truly had. Born without magic, rejected by her coven and forsaken by her own family, she was always the outcast. But on that night of monstrosity, they were all plunged into the flames to burn to their deaths. And Ember did burn with them... until he pulled her from the fire. Khaos BlueBlood. Immortal. Cold-blooded Original Vampire. Battle-scarred god. He was nothing like the men from her cold, distant world. And when she rises from the ashes like a phoenix, he offers her a choice: stay a powerless witch… or risk everything and become something more. It was never truly a choice. In a deadly twist of fate, Ember assumes the identity of a dead princess—her doppelganger and heiress to the most powerful Human Clan. Thrust into a court of silk and knives, she becomes a pawn of the Queen Consort—a grieving mother who lost her real daughter, and now uses Ember in her place to enact cold-blooded vengeance. Yet amid the games of politics and power, Ember begins to feel something she's never known: twisted, complicated love. And from none other than the very mother who uses her… and perhaps, cherishes her too. Determined to protect her new life, Ember becomes the perfect daughter, the flawless princess. She learns to smile while wielding secrets, flawlessly playing the game of hearts and thrones among a royal family that wouldn’t hesitate to spill blood for power. Then he returns. Eight years later, Khaos BlueBlood is back to collect the price for saving her. A price so steep it unearths ancient truths and threatens everything she’s built. But what begins as a debt owed soon burns into something neither of them can afford—an attraction forged in fire, forbidden by duty, and dangerous enough to ruin them both. Torn between the queen who forged her and the vampire who saved her, Ember must navigate a world of fire and betrayal—where loyalty is born through pain, and love is just another form of control. Especially when the witch powers she never had begin to awaken—and they all lead back to him. One wears a stolen crown. One sharpens a stolen daughter. One hides a dagger behind every smile. And in a world where fire feeds the fallen, only the cruel will survive.

Jian rue gazed back at the ugly gray alien while stumbling and running. he clumsily tossed a stone at it "Fuck just leave me alone!!!" Suddenly a warm pair of hand grabbed his waist and tossed him over a study shoulder. "Xing yu!! let me down! you fucker!!! The said man chuckled and playfully smacked his butt. "Honey, I'm saving your life~" "I had it under control. Now, let me go!" Jian rue bit his shoulders hard until the sweet taste of blood filled his mouth. "Hiss.. baby, you're making me hard~" Jian rue froze. "W-why are you following me! why me.." Xing yu stopped running, and with a swing of his sword, the ugly tentacle alien was slayed. He gentnly pulled him down and hugged him close. Peering into his eyes, he smirked, "Because you are my betrothed,"

(Matured Content-No rape) “She was promised to a prince. But taken by a monster who calls himself king.” In a realm ruled by blood and empire, twenty-four kingdoms bow to one throne — and at the center of it sits Emperor Zareth Ravaryn, a vampire older than most dynasties, cold as obsidian, and feared as much as he is obeyed. Princess Serenya of Vayrana was never meant to catch his eye. Gentle. Devoted. Already betrothed to the human prince she loved from afar. But one imperial ceremony changed everything. When the Emperor sees her — veiled in gold, eyes full of light — he names her his future Empress. She refuses. He doesn’t ask twice. Now torn from her homeland and chained in silk and duty, Serenya finds herself in a court of shadows, where power is worn like perfume and secrets drip from every whispered bow. But Zareth is not just the monster she feared. He is obsessed. And his obsession doesn’t break... it consumes. As the blood empire trembles under rebellion, forbidden longing ignites between captive and captor, and the girl who once dreamt of love must decide: Will she fight for her freedom— or burn for his throne? Dark fantasy meets imperial seduction in this slow-burn vampire romance — with original lore, dangerous rituals, forbidden love, and a heroine who was never meant to kneel. Welcome to the Empire of Thorns. Where love is a game only monsters win. #bookone of The Empire of Thorns series --- Excerpt. A man stood before her. Not just any man. The man. Eyes like twin flames. Lips curled into a knowing smirk. A voice like thunder dipped in velvet. "And who might you be, little dove?" Zareth purred. Serenya's heart slammed against her ribs. "I-I'm... I was just—" "Lost?" he finished for her, his tone mocking yet oddly amused. She nodded, clutching her veil tighter. His eyes trailed down the curve of her figure, and then back to her eyes. "You're not from around here," he said, though he already knew. "I'm from Vayrana," she managed, voice barely above a whisper. His grin widened. "That explains the veil. So well-behaved. So sweet." He stepped closer, and she instinctively backed up—until her back hit the wall. "Running off alone into a palace full of monsters... either you're braver than you look, or dumber," he drawled, eyes gleaming. Her eyes widened at the insult, but something in his tone kept her frozen. "I didn't mean to be disrespectful—" "Oh, but you weren't," he interrupted. "In fact, you've just made this entire evening… interesting." He reached out, adjusting the edge of her veil with a gentleness that contradicted his deadly aura. "What's your name, dove?" She hesitated. "Your name," he repeated, voice darker now. "I don't ask twice." "Serenya," she whispered. He leaned in, mouth brushing close to her ear. "Serenya," he repeated, tasting it. "Pretty name. Suits you." Then, as quickly as he came, he stepped back. The moment shattered. "Go on now, little dove. Before your father comes searching."

I never asked to be a part of werewolf society - or this world. Every day that passes, the mating bond between my protector and I threatens to occur, once and for all. To consume me entirely... and lock my path with this world on the brink, even when I still think of home. ⧖ ⧖ ⧖ One minute I was Citra Lomdi - a Princess to a kingdom of silk and secrets in a whole other place. There, I was a *magnificent* Fox shifter... maneuvering in the gilded cage that was my life. The next thing I knew... I was trapped in the body of a she-werewolf being rejected by her mate. A man that wanted the original owner, Helene Duskpaw, to accept the rejection of the mate bond so badly that he'd be easily convinced to kill me. He did *almost* seem to be trying! But my problems didn't end there. An 'Apocalypse System' has chosen me and a countdown timer reminds me whenever I look that fate can be measured. That there might be a point to my arrival here. A fierce & brilliant CEO of a supernatural society tech empire has their sights on me, too. The Alpha of the Rimecoat Pack that is quite annoyingly... as sexy as she is powerful. This Kyrie Voss also seems to believe she is my fated mate. Silly wolf superstitions. Whether that is true or not, isn't really important! I'm caught in between a cold-snap future and a hot-love pursuit... but I am Citra Lomdi and I will not be tamed. Not by the wolf within me I share this body with, the rogues that see me unmarked, or the Alpha that can set my blood on fire with her amazing restraint. The only problem is: Helene was pregnant before she died. So now, I am too.

[Ultra Short Version - Terry has game abilities—XP leveling, resource gathering, crafting items in seconds, spamming them in battle, and even granting others the same powers.] ------ [Short version] Terry's soul was a hollow flute. Isekai'd into a brutal world of monsters and dungeons, but with game-like powers, he was used as a pawn, then betrayed and abandoned. But in that emptiness, something ancient began to stir. Now he drifts unseen, collecting every secret and sin, his hollow core twisting into a hunger no one can escape. The flute has begun to sing. And when he plays, the world that cast him aside will drown in the music of his revenge. ----------------- [Long Version] Terry never had the wish. Had no big dreams. Never wanted to be great. No fire of ambition in his heart. Just emptiness. Maybe that's why he was chosen. A perfect vessel. Cracked and full of holes. Empty enough for something old and powerful to slip in. Like a flute waiting to be played, shaped to carry a god's lost song. He woke up in Tarnheval, a brutal medieval world choking on its own glory. Monsters lurking beneath shattered citadels. Dragons nesting in the ruins of dead kingdoms. Dungeons that swallowed entire generations. And nobles who smiled as they carved out power from the bones of the helpless. They looked at him and saw nothing worth fearing. Just a vessel to be filled. A weapon to be used. So they betrayed him. Abandoned him. He was sacrificed. Forgotten. But he did not forget. Quiet. Watching. Every move the nobles plotted behind cold stone walls. Every sin the great families buried beneath silk banners. Armies that slaughtered innocents they had sworn to protect. And Terry drifted through it all. Unseen. Unremarkable. Absorbing every dark truth, every whispered lie, every dying breath. Noting. Remembering each. Because something inside him was waking up. Something older than Tarnheval itself. The flute had begun to sing. His emptiness turned into hunger. A hunger for truth. A hunger for ruin. The one they abandoned was becoming the weapon they couldn't stop. And whether the world lives or falls, it will happen to the music he plays. #IsekaiEpic #AbandonedHeir #DungeonCrawling #DragonTaming #War #TheEmptyHero

In the heart of a bustling Nigerian town, Zainab is known as the quiet, modest tailor with golden hands and a perfect smile. Her clients adore her. Her neighbors respect her. Her life seems flawlessly stitched—until a mysterious stranger walks into her shop and unravels everything she’s tried so hard to conceal. Beneath the layers of Ankara and silk lies a haunting past, a forbidden love, and a truth that could destroy her family’s name. As old wounds resurface and new desires bloom, Zainab is torn between duty and desire, silence and survival. How long can she keep sewing perfection when her own life is falling apart at the seams? A tale of secrets, sacrifice, and the kind of love that dares to exist in the shadows. The Tailor’s Secret is a gripping urban drama that pulls you in, thread by thread.

Life is great when you're the hero. You're handsome, charismatic, you've got girls throwing themselves at you left and right. You're handy with a sword, you know how to lead by example, you've got a grand destiny ahead of you. Despite all of your hardships, no matter what comes your way you've got what it takes to overcome it. So what happens if you're not the hero, but his sidekick? Turns out being second fiddle to the main event isn't nearly so glamorous. But a hero only stands tall when he's got others to hold him up. This is the story of a hero and his oft-overlooked, sarcastic little sidekick... P.S. If you'd like to leave a review or critique, have at it. But do me a favor and be constructive about it. If all you're going to do is be a judgmental hack who doesn't write themself but feels entitled to tear down others, then leave. I have no time or patience to deal with you.

“He took everything from me then swore to protect me. I forgave him. But I never forgot.” Sereya Valtore was born a legacy heir to a blood-stained name and a crumbling empire. To save her family’s last breath, she’s forced into a political marriage with Kaelen Dravik, the cold and ruthless heir to the dynasty that destroyed hers. Their union is a truce. A power play. A prison wrapped in silk. But on their wedding night, her father is assassinated and Sereya is left in enemy territory with no one to trust and everything to lose. As betrayal bleeds through both houses, Sereya must navigate deadly alliances, hidden assassins, and the slow, suffocating pull of a husband who’s supposed to be her enemy but protects her like something precious. Kaelen is unreadable, calculated, lethal and yet in the dark, he begins to show her pieces of the man behind the title. She tries to resist. He doesn’t ask her to. And somewhere between vengeance and survival, hate starts to crack. But when Sereya uncovers the truth behind her father’s murder that it was Kaelen who gave the order she must make an impossible choice: Forgive the man she’s come to love or become the queen her enemies fear. In the end, she does both. Because love was never the goal. Power was. And when Kaelen finally lets his guard down, when he believes he’s won her heart for good… She pulls the trigger. “I forgave you,” she says. “But I never forgot.”

Seram Pitt wakes up in a stranger's bed to a shocking revelation: he's an SSS-class Esper, the most powerful and feared kind. The man beside him, Silke, is his assigned Guide - cool, professional, and irresistible. Seram thought he was straight, but around Silke, his logic falters, his heart races, and his instincts scream to protect. He's falling fast, and it's terrifying. As an Esper with destructive abilities, Seram fears losing control and hurting Silke, the one person who makes him feel human. He tries to keep his distance, but his possessiveness grows stronger. Despite being seen as a weapon, Seram yearns to be something soft - for Silke. As feelings intensify and dangers loom, Seram faces a truth more daunting than his abilities: he's lost his heart, and it belongs to his Guide. Can he navigate his emotions and the dangers surrounding him, or will his feelings destroy everything?