Maddy Madden

Their marriage was a transaction, inked on paper, devoid of affection. Or so he claimed. “What did you expect? That I’d fall for you? That this would become some fairytale?” “I would appreciate it,” she said coldly, “if you can remember that too.” Xia Ruyan, poised and distant, was nothing like the women Mo Yichen had known. She didn’t cry. She didn’t chase. She didn’t flinch. “You’re not worth the effort,” she said, unapologetically brutal. He tried to provoke her. Tried to tear past the mask of composure she wore like armor. But she met his fury with indifference. Moved like he was invisible. Breathed like he wasn’t there. He hated it. Her calm. Her detachment. Her maddening control. “I don’t like games,” he said one last time before turning away. Then, with a dark, curling smirk, he made a promise to himself. Let her pretend she’s above it all. So composed. So unreachable. Sooner or later, Xia Ruyan will break… And Mo Yichen will be the one to shatter her. She doesn’t feel anymore. Not since the day everything she loved was taken from her. Now, she hides emotionlessly behind a wall of ice, like someone who can't be touched....... He feels too much but only for control, power, and winning every game he plays. Cold-hearted and calculating, he’s never let anyone close enough to matter… until her. Two strangers, each carrying wounds the world can’t see, are thrown together by fate. He wants to melt her defenses. She wants to escape his grip. But when fire meets ice, someone always gets burned. Some hearts freeze to survive. Others burn to feel alive. Only the fiercest embers remain.

"It felt like every cell of my body was purposefully made to one day defeat Edward Junior Chernyshevsky-Coleman. I had every desire to be better than him. To be stronger, smarter and more loved. It was maddening; a desperate plea for survival. I was on the right track... That was until his eyes met mine and he looked at me the way he did. At that moment I felt like I would die." Connor Leandre Rennison and Edward Junior Chernyshevsky-Coleman. Deputy Captain and Captain. Rugby Royalty and the son of the world's richest man. Fire and Ice. Sworn enemies from the first moment they laid sight on each other. Yet is that all they really are or is their hatred a cover for something more passionate. Something that could burn them both alive and leave them to be nothing but ashes. The third installment of the 'In Love series' by Matli_Unicorn. Check out Edward In Love and Ethan in Love to follow the 'Chernyshevsky-Coleman' family on their journey of love.

He believes in purpose. She believes in power. Neither believes in love — until they collide. When idealistic nonprofit founder Will Bennett locks eyes with Eliza Darcy, the tech world's coldest CEO, it's not sparks that fly — it's shrapnel. She calls his life’s work charity cosplay. He calls her emotionless corporate ice. But fate—and a high-stakes pitch—throws them back together. Behind her glass empire and polished armor, Eliza hides a past built on abandonment and ambition. She’s clawed her way to the top by trusting no one and feeling nothing. Will? He builds futures from the ground up, with nothing but heart, grit, and maddening optimism. Their attraction is inconvenient. Their chemistry is undeniable. And when secrets, scandals, and a media storm threaten everything they know, both must choose: Hold their pride. Or risk it all to melt the ice between them. Slow-burn. Sharp banter. Soul-deep connection. Beneath Her Ice is a steamy enemies-to-lovers CEO romance about breaking barriers, rewriting power, and choosing vulnerability in a world that worships control. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ This work is based on my thoughts , about how I wanted this to go not on what is the norm out there , this one is truly close to my heart after "The Servant's Son" . I hope you all out there would also come to love this one , as it contains bits from my vision of love .

She's gonna kill the instructor, Alpha," Talon had said. "Or herself. Or both. There's no telling with that one. The sex ed teacher made her do diagrams today." Apparently, the instructor was relentless. No subtlety. No metaphors. No poetic euphemisms. Nope. Just hard, anatomical facts and brutally graphic expectations. And Luna? Poor, brave, deeply mortified Luna? She was dying. Every. Single. Day. Kyllian smirked as he stepped into his quarters. Her scent hit him instantly. He heard a thud upstairs. He climbed the stairs quietly, not wanting to startle her mid-breakdown. At the top, he paused, listening. "…and then she said, if you do not properly stimulate the upper hood of the clitoris—WHAT EVEN IS A CLITORIS HOOD?! Is it a hat? Why does it need a hat?!" Kyllian barely contained his laughter, biting his knuckles as Talon's voice drifted back. "Technically, it's a fold of skin. Like a protective flap." "Oh my GODS, Talon, get out before I break something over your head." There was a loud thwap. Possibly a throw pillow. Kyllian finally entered the room, casual as ever. "Sounds like your education is going well." Luna turned, her eyes wide with righteous fury and embarrassment. "I'm scarred, Kyllian," she hissed. "Mentally. Emotionally. Spiritually." He raised a brow. "That bad, huh?" "She made me draw a penis yesterday." Talon snorted behind her. "It was terrible. Looked like a deformed eggplant." Luna hurled a throw pillow at him. "GET OUT!" Talon darted from the room with a cackle. "So," Kyllian said, lounging back in one of the plush velvet armchairs in the sitting room "What did you learn today that has your knickers in a twist?" Luna, standing in the middle of the room with her arms crossed and a deeply offended look on her face, sighed dramatically. "I learned how to perform oral sex." Kyllian blinked. "I… I beg your pardon?" She tilted her head, sarcasm oozing from every word. "Oral sex, Kyllian. With detail. And a diagram. And a banana." "A banana?" "A banana!" she repeated, throwing her hands in the air. "Like, is that standard procedure?" Kyllian grinned, his amusement growing. "Come on, tell me how she explained it." His tone had shifted less teasing now and more intrigued, though he still wore that maddening smirk. He shifted forward in his seat, elbows resting on his knees. Luna narrowed her eyes at him suspiciously. "Why? So you can laugh at me?" "Absolutely," he said with zero shame. "But mostly because I want to see this banana demonstration for myself." With a dramatic groan, she snatched the nearest banana from the fruit bowl on the coffee table. The irony that it had been sitting right there, mocking her with its yellow smugness, was not lost on her. She held it up with two fingers. "Okay, so first, she said this is the penis…" Kyllian held up a finger. "Wait. Did she call it that?" ***** What happens when a werewolf princess is created for one sole purpose? For revenge against the vampire prince. Princess Luna is artificially mated to Prince Damien. She fights the bond with everything and even agrees to an arranged marriage with Alpha Kyllian. but when her survival depends on a hard choice, the prince chooses to mark her even when it meant it would take him down. Dying and still refused by the werewolf princess, he has to find a way to provide an heir for his people or his uncle Gabriel will turn the entire Blood City upside down if he takes the throne. His people look to him for their own survival but then his only chance of living might be to find his true mate. Will his bond with Luna be able to withstand what fate and politics throw their way?

***This is BOOK 2 under the FAKE DATING SERIES*** ____________________ COPYRIGHT NOTICE: All Rights Reserved. No portion of this publication may be reproduced, copied, stored, transmitted, adapted, translated, or distributed in any form or by any means, including but not limited to electronic, digital, or online media, without the prior written consent of the author. Unauthorized use, duplication, or dissemination of any part of this work will constitute a violation of copyright law and may result in legal action. _____________________ Shanaya Thakur had a plan! A neatly color-coded, perfectly curated, bullet-journal-approved kind of plan. The kind of plan with checkboxes, motivational quotes scribbled in the margins, and an unhealthy number of post-its. She was going to become Mumbai’s best, boldest, badass lawyer, land a coveted job at the ridiculously prestigious BR Advocates — a firm so elite it practically air-kissed lesser mortals — and slowly take over the world, one perfectly argued case at a time. Shanaya wasn’t just ambitious. She was capital-A Ambitious. And maybe a little dramatic, excessively sarcastic, and allergic to bullshit. So naturally, when she nailed every single requirement BR Advocates asked for — top of her class? Check. Ruthless work ethic? Double check. A sharp tongue capable of verbally decimating anyone who doubted her? Triple, sparkly check — she figured the job was practically hers. Until the firm pulled a surprise. A New hiring rule: Only experienced, married applicants will be considered. Married? As in, spouse? Legal binding married? She blinked. Holy crap! And sure, Shanaya might have aggressively whispered ‘burn it all down’ under her breath in the middle of HR’s lobby. And yes, she might have chucked a high heel at her vision board. But desperation breeds creativity. And Shanaya Thakur? She was nothing if not dangerously creative when backed into a corner. Which is how the idea was born. Find a husband! Any husband! In two weeks. Which brings us to Yuvaan Grewal: Six-foot-something of maddening calm, devastating looks, and a talent for making tailored suits look illegal. President of Sauvé, one of India’s most successful product companies, Yuvaan is brilliant, emotionally detached, and permanently single — by choice. A choice his mother hates. After dodging fifty arranged proposals, eighty dates, and roughly a hundred aunties armed with lovely girls from nice families, Yuvaan’s perfected the art of politely refusing romance and staying unmarried. Until one scandal, a series of hilariously unfortunate coincidences, and one very desperate law graduate with excellent cheekbones land them both in a situation neither of them asked for: A fake marriage. It’s supposed to be simple. A business arrangement. A temporary fix. But with Shanaya’s sharp mouth, Yuvaan’s smoldering glares, and a growing list of almost-kisses they both pretend not to remember — things are about to get complicated. Because what happens when the one person you swear you can’t stand starts feeling alarmingly like home? And Love ? That was never part of the plan. But then again… when is it ever? _____________________ DISCLAIMER: The book contains mature content, so please read under the parental guidance. Also, the cover illustration belongs to original creator. NOT me. The cover page was modified using online tools. The story is slow burn, so please bear with the plot. ______________________

Li Xian was just an ordinary young man from a small, nameless village—until one night, everything changed. His village was destroyed by ferocious beasts from a chaotic rift. His family died. His homeland vanished. He lived… but only for revenge. On the brink of death and maddened by suffering, Li Xian discovered a forbidden crystal: the Chaos Core, a combined element of all essences, which could only be obtained by enduring pain beyond human limits. Now, with uncontrollable power and a heart that has frozen over, Li Xian steps into the cultivation world as a neutral existence—sometimes saving, sometimes slaughtering, all depending on who is most worthy of being exploited. In a world controlled by hypocritical sects and intriguing clans, one thing is certain: If you stand in my way, no matter who you are—I will destroy you. From bloody sect tournaments, clan betrayals, to the secrets of the heavens and the destruction of the mortal world, Li Xian will write his own destiny… with blood.

SPLIT SOUL One Soul. Two Bodies. No Escape. What if your soul wasn’t entirely yours? Jamal prays in exile, his devotion so fierce it tears the veil between worlds. Aamina dreams in chains, her heart so scarred she’s sworn love is a lie. They’ve never met. But their soul remembers. When Jamal’s silent rituals accidentally tether him to a stranger oceans away, Aamina’s reality shatters. A man with storm-dark eyes invades her sleep, his voice a river’s command: “Find me where the water bends.” His presence is maddening, tender, protective, relentless. And every time he appears, her chest aches in a place she thought long dead. The problem? Jamal is haunted by a night he never speaks of, a betrayal so intimate, it fractured his faith in others and in himself. The past still stalks him like a shadow, refusing to release its grip. Aamina has buried her heart beneath layers of silence and obedience. Her grandmother’s grip is suffocating, and love? It once left her bleeding, she no longer trusts its promise. And the thread pulling them together? It’s not destiny. It’s their own soul, split across two lives. A mystic shaykh reveals the truth: “You weren’t seeking love. You were dismantling the walls you built against it.” _______. This is a story of one soul that had travelled across lifetimes, finding it's way back to union in two separate bodies. Split soul is not your regular romance novel, it's for the thoughtful and those who believe in divine love and are ready to walk the talk. Not for the feign at heart. _____ Now, fate drags them to Zawiyya, a town where: Rivers sing with forgotten secrets, Shadows breathe with old sins, And every heartbeat echoes across the divide. But reunion demands a price. Jamal must confront the night that broke him. Aamina must choose: the safety of her cage... or a love written in her soul’s marrow. Their connection is undeniable. Their chemistry, dangerous. Their souls? Already entangled in something older than memory, and deeper than desire. Think: The Alchemist meets Inception, written in Rumi’s blood under a crescent moon. * Some bonds defy distance. Defy time. Defy reason. This is the story of one soul clawing its way home... to love.* Enter SPLIT SOUL; Where two halves of a fractured soul burn to become whole against the world’s chaos, the ego’s scream, and the terrifying truth: You were never meant to be alone.

“They say innocence is the most dangerous kind of temptation—especially when men are starving for control.” WARNING: This book is strictly for 18+ readers. It contains explicit adult content including strong language, graphic sexual scenes, BDSM, and dark erotic themes. This work is entirely fictional and created for entertainment purposes only. It emphasizes the importance of consent and does not intend to offend or disrespect any individual or community. --- Summary: Hi, I’m Erica Madden. The second I turned eighteen, I ran away from the life I knew—and straight into a world of lust, power, and danger. I had no plan, no safety net, just curves and curiosity. That’s when I met him—Ezel Evans. Rich. Ruthless. Insanely hot. He paid me a shocking amount to be his personal secretary—but what he really wanted was someone who would stay close, obey, and give in. He praised my thick ass and full tits like they were his to worship… or to ruin. But Ezel wasn’t the only one watching me. His seductive younger brother had dirty fantasies of his own, and Ezel’s rival? He wanted to own me—marry me, breed me, and use me to destroy Ezel’s pride. Now I’m caught between three dangerously dominant men. Will an innocent eighteen-year-old like me survive in a world driven by lust, obsession, and control—or will I surrender to it all? Comment your thoughts—if you dare.

[Volume 1 Completed] Everyone knows that the choices we make determines our future, but what about the choices that we ourselves didn't make but are forced to live with. After Annie wakes up from what seemed like a dream she discovers she is from a long line of witches and together with her Book Curtis and her new friend Matt she discovers herself and which side to be on the Good or the Bad ( Updates every 2 days) Volume 2 [Journey to the Misty Mountain] [Completed] After the events of Volume 1, the now powerless Annie and her friends must face the threat of Azazel still being alive, and lurking in the shadows, while they also try to find a way to regain Annie's lost powers. Come along with Annie, Maddie, Matt, Curtis, and a new supposed ally as they journey to the misty mountain in search of Annie's powers. Volume 3 [The Imperial Artrovan Academy] Following the final defeat of Azazel, Annie, Maddie and Matt struggle to cope as their lives return to some sort of normalcy only to realize that they had put two full years of their lives on hold with unfavourable consequences. This causes Stella to suggest that they go back to school to complete their studies, seeing as she has secured them all a place at the Imperial Artovan Academy that happens to be one of the prestigious academies in the Realm, known for its immense facilities and broad level of skills taught in the academy. And thus begins the new journey of Annie, Maddie and Matt, and like most of their journeys, they are rarely ever smooth. Join Annie, Maddie and Matt as they try to navigate new school life, friends, foes, young love and so the much more as they discover and unravel more mysteries and adventures.

Silent Noise For the past five years, people have been going missing - in the most mysterious way. It always starts the same. They begin to lose their minds. Not gradually - suddenly. Violently. They rant about a noise only they can hear. But they insist... it's not just noise. They describe it as a melody - strange and haunting. Piano chords layered with birdsong, ocean waves crashing, and, oddly, the crackle of chains - like someone imprisoned. And then, a hum. A low, slow hum... like a prisoner singing to himself in the dark. But the hum is unsettling. Beautiful... but wrong. Like Lucifer humming a lullaby to his master before the fall. They say it draws you in like a siren's call. Sweet. Hypnotic. Irresistible. Until it doesn't stop. Until it becomes constant. Then it becomes noise. A maddening one. Worse than any alarm - like an emergency call you can't ignore. Ring. Ring. Will you answer it? That beautiful, cursed sound that only you can hear? Or will you let it ring... let it drive you mad? Because once you hear it... it never stops. And no one else can hear it. So they pick up the call, whispering: "I can hear you... I'm not mad... or am I?" Some sob. Some chuckle. And then they follow the sound - into the unknown. They never return. No bodies. No signs of death. Just madness... and a strange melody. Doctors call it insanity. All medical reports show the same signs: Auditory hallucinations. Psychological breakdown. Patients are declared unstable, admitted, treated... And then - they vanish. It's been five years. Ten people gone. No trace. No clues. Just the same mysterious melody. The media calls it a hoax. The police call it a prank. "Kids being kids," they say. Excuses. Lies. Silence. And then one day... it stopped. No more madness. No more disappearances. No more sound. That was the day Isabella Eric came to Edenville. A town drowning in secrets. A girl with a life far from perfect. A past she barely understands. But her arrival is no accident. She doesn't know it yet - but Isabella has a connection to the Silent Noise. A deep one. A dangerous one. What is her purpose in Edenville? What ties her to the missing people? Will she face the melody? Will love save her... or destroy her? Find out in SILENT NOISE.

*This is the spiritual successor to Shadows Before Dawn! Where does love go to die? Is it ever the right time to break someone's heart? Why doesn't true beauty recognize itself? How long does it take to heal after everything falls apart? Journey back into the depths of my mind and emotions. But please...tread lightly. Fox & Faux will be saddening, maddening, joyful, and cathartic all in one. Are you ready? Are you Fox or Faux?

Ken became a cannon fodder in a novel after meeting his demise in an unfortunate accident. He possessed a talentless young man in a world which could be invaded by foreign races from the rifts that connects their world with countless realms in the firnament at any time. The Empire is the last Haven of Humanity. Its destruction means the extinction of the human race. He has to grow strong to protect it. Given a second chance, he wants to live no matter what. Thus began his maddened struggle to defy fate. But his talent are lack luster and his potential is non existence. He can't seem to get stronger no matter how hard he trains. Just when all hope seemed lost, he unlocked his golden finger and gained the opportunity to grow stronger. [You have obtained the Fate Altering System] [Change Fates to gain Fate Altering Points (FAP)] [Use Fate Altering Points to walk the path of transcendence and become a True Paragon, ruling over all lifeforms for eternity!] Ken began abusing the Fate Altering Point System in many ways to gain Fate Altering Points to grow stronger. for example, He started stealing the hearts of women who were supposed to end up with other men and slept with them, changing their fates and gaining Fate Altering Points!

He destroyed her kingdom. Now he wants her heart. Taken as a concubine by the ruthless King Malek—known for razing realms with his god-like powers—Seraya swore she’d never bow. But the more she resists, the more obsessed he becomes. In a palace of jealous rivals and deadly secrets, Seraya must survive his obsession, outwit his enemies… and guard her heart before it’s claimed completely. Because soon, she’ll discover exactly why they call him the Conqueror— and what becomes of those who dare to defy him. -Enemies to Lovers -Tyrant King x Captive Princess -Palace Intrigue -Soul-bonded Fates Teaser Preview: Seraya didn’t look back. King Malek watched her disappear beyond the hedges, striding away purposefully, not allowing her pride on full display. Interesting. He stood in the garden’s center, arms loosely folded, pulse annoyingly fast. A part of him—cold and calculating—should’ve left by now. Should’ve called a guard to escort her, reminded himself she was just another unwilling offering from a conquered land. But the rest of him, the darker, quieter part… was intrigued. She was different. Most women fell over themselves trying to please him. Some wept. Some flattered. Others performed needlessly grand gestures to gain his notice. But Seraya? She hid under tables and looked at him like he was something less than impressive. Like he was just another guard with nothing to offer her. It was maddening. And strangely refreshing. Malek sat back down on the same cushion she’d just vacated, still warm from her body, her scent lingering faintly—honeysuckle and sun-warmed linen. This, he thought. This is the scent that has been evading him the past few weeks. He’d gotten lingering traces of it at times when he’d enter a room, but it was always a ghost of a scent. At times it had lingered around that little red headed concubine, Jane or something. She was decent in bed, eager for sure. But not what he wanted. Lying in bed afterwards, her true scent came out—apples and ivy, and left him feeling empty. What had first intrigued him had been an illusion. But he knew it existed somewhere in the palace. He’d felt like a bloodhound the past few weeks searching for its true owner. Of course it belonged to the little vixen who has been avoiding the king like the plague. He took another deep inhale. His hand drifted to the spot where her fingers had curled into the edge of the cushion. He let out a breath and chuckled softly to himself. “You really don’t know, do you?” he murmured to the empty garden. She hadn’t recognized him. Not without the crown, the robes, the ring of soldiers and desperate concubines. And gods, that made it even better. It had been a long time since anyone had spoken to him without fear or flattery. She hadn’t lied to protect herself. She didn’t pander. She just was. Honest. Guarded, yes, but there had been a spark behind her eyes. A fire buried beneath the survival instincts. He’d seen it. Felt it. She hated him. And it thrilled him. He leaned his head back against the stone wall and closed his eyes, letting the filtered sunlight wash over his face. This garden had always been a quiet place, but now it felt… alive. Perhaps because for once, he didn’t have to be the king. He could be Lex—just a man in training clothes. Just a shadow on the edge of her world. And she had let him in, just a little. “She thinks I’m charming,” he mused aloud, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Poor girl.” He wouldn’t reveal himself yet. No, not until she was well and truly tangled. Until she wanted him—and hated herself for it. Until she looked at Lex the way all the others looked at Malek… and realized too late that they were the same man. But it wouldn’t be easy. She was flame wrapped in thorns. And if he reached too fast, too hard, she’d cut him before she burned him. He liked that. He hadn't meant to linger. A quiet moment int he library-that's all he wanted. But instead he found something better than peace. A challenge.

"You think you have me cornered?! What does it equate to if the ground beneath your feet isn't even yours? Hahaha!" The maddening cackle of a psychopath echoed, the sky itself turning into pure darkness. The sun snuffed out like a candle as a dark and eerie grin replaced it. Pitch white stars for eyes, a hazy devilish grin that covered the entire firmament as the world was drowned into a hell scape in a second. As for the cause, he remained unfazed by it all, to him nothing more than a game as he lay waste to dimensions and realities alike.

--- Alora Serano is a therapist with a gift for healing broken minds—but she never expected to be forced into marrying one. Her husband, Laurel Ashford, is a powerful CEO with a sharp tongue, colder eyes, and a past he keeps buried in silence. Their marriage is nothing more than a calculated transaction between two families—but beneath the formalities and tension lies something far more dangerous: chemistry. From the moment Alora enters Laurel’s world, he makes it clear—he didn’t ask for a wife, especially not one with eyes that see right through him. "You’re wasting your time trying to fix me, mia cara," Laurel mutters one night, jaw clenched, eyes dark with everything he refuses to say. "And yet, here you are... letting me in, inch by inch," Alora replies softly, holding his gaze. He smirks, the edge of something darker curling at his lips. "You like how my fingers make you feel, don’t you, Alora?" Their dynamic is a storm. Passion tangled in pain. One moment, they're at each other’s throats, the next, they’re pressed against the walls in breathless silence, trying to pretend the desire doesn’t mean anything. But it does. Every glance burns. Every accidental touch leaves a mark. Alora never meant to fall for a man who weaponized distance, and Laurel never expected a woman who could unravel him with just a look. "You don't get to touch me like that and pretend it means nothing," she snaps during one of their many arguments. His voice is a low growl as he steps closer. "And you don't get to look at me like that unless you're ready for the consequences." As Alora digs deeper into his psyche, she uncovers the wounds he’s buried for years—wounds he never let anyone see. But love isn’t easy, not when trauma lurks in every corner and trust feels like a luxury neither of them can afford. When Laurel’s demons rise to the surface and Alora begins to break under the weight of loving a man who might never be able to love her back, the line between devotion and destruction begins to blur. "You make me want to believe in things I swore I never would again," Laurel whispers against her skin one night, vulnerable and raw for the first time. "And I want to be the reason you finally do," Alora breathes. Their story is messy, complicated, and maddening—but also intoxicating, healing, and unforgettable. In a marriage born out of duty, they discover that sometimes, the person you were forced to marry becomes the only one who can truly set you free. ---

In a world locked in Apocalypse Cycle 39,000, the boundary between gods and mortals has all but vanished. When condemned dockworker Elisha inexplicably awakens the forbidden power of the Controller Path—leaping straight to Sequence 8 in a single night—he becomes the spark that could shatter reality’s fragile order. Hunted by fanatical priests, predatory cultists, and covert assassins, he must navigate a shattered city of tidal-ruined cathedrals, floating citadels, and shadow-haunted warrens to stay alive. As whispers of a “Sequence 0” god begin to stir across the globe, every faction—from the chaos-worshipping Ocean God devotees to the crystal-towered Church of the Inverted Ray—scrambles to claim Elisha’s secret. But power comes at a price: each ascension demands blood, sacrifice, and the fragments of lives long lost. Betrayal lurks in every shadow, and the very System that granted him strength hungers for destruction in return. “System: Last Epoch” is an epic tapestry of occult rites, shattered civilizations, and the maddening question of what it costs to wield godlike power. Dive into a tale of survival and conspiracy where every secret unveiled threatens to rip the cycle—and your mind—apart.

[Matured Content] In a world of gods and Faes. Isadora Skaldwood was born a Fae but of impure blood “mannfae” deemed an inferior creation of the olden gods. Yet at birth she was kissed by the goddess of life and blessed with the ability of a skin weaver, capable of healing any wound or affliction. Betrayed by her family, she's sold for gain, shipped across the world to a brothel, into the hands of a selfish businessman who exploited her abilities for years. Travelers come to this brothel not to lay with the rumored mannfae but to seek her abilities. But then everything changed when “He” appeared… Kraven Val Thrond, widely known as “The Reaper," a terrifying warrior feared by those who dared speak his name. Dangerously handsome, a presence identical to the god of death, silver eyes like the crescent moon—but a mind dipped in madness. Isadora despises him, not just for stealing her away, but for thrusting her into his world of blood and chaos. He’s insane! But that’s only the cherry on top, his obsession is wicked. But when he touches her, mix emotions and desires stirs, can a madman feel something? Of course not! He's more inclined to kill her than succumb to his desires. He has this "Thirst" and it triggers mostly toward her. Just a kiss is a clear invitation toward death and when he touches her... she might greet the god of death soon. Have the gods damned her again? They had thrown a Dark Fae toward her way who's obsessed with owning her soul. But in life, only a mate can claim another soul. ~ (Excerpt) "What do you even want from me?" Isadora asked, this time more desperate. "The answer to that question, love," he leaned more until their lips almost touched. "I really wish there was one," he murmured, before crashing his lips against hers. Sparks surged through her in waves, but she bit his lip, hard enough to draw blood. The action seemed to make him stop and she pushed away from him. Kraven licked his lips, amused and a maddening look in his eyes. "Go away!" she yelled at him, tears almost building in her eyes. Why was he making her feel this way? Hatred burned through her veins and yet torn between this was an undeniable pull. "I will, love.." he replied with a dangerous edge to his tone and an eerily glow to his silver eyes. "If you can outrun me, first..." he added, taking a step closer and she instinctively took one back. "Run, Isadora..." he growled, his voice raw and animalistic, like a beast on the verge of unleashing wrath. "...run!" ~ A/N: This is Dark Romance, don't expect a sweet ML! Extra Tags: #darkromance #slowburn #blood&gore #morallygreyML #medieval #warriors The cover is mine!

Increasing might and unending endurance under the scorching sun, thickened skin harder than a diamond, and bodily fluids turning into lethal toxins; are a few examples of powers within a Zeal. A birthmark that forms a distinct symbol representing one of the twelve Gods known by the people as the Zodiac. Zeals are the ultimate gift, for aside from the superhuman ability, its bearer could wield magic based on the element of the God who bestowed them their mark. Although Nusterra is an isolated continent, surrounded by raging and stormy seas filled with monstrous beasts, it is a vast land overflowing with natural riches and mana. Nusterra has a long history of war and bloodshed. Twelve kingdoms emerged to power and for a long time, war with each other reached a deadlock. But, animosity turned to cooperation and an agreement of peace was made after an event that almost wiped out humanity. It happened more than a millennium ago, in the era known to man as the Age of Insanity. Chaos ruled over the land, making both beasts and man succumb to madness. Many thought it ended then, but its crumbs started to show itself and increased through time. A thirteenth territory, the nation of Decatris, was formed at the center of Nusterra after the Age of Insanity, serving as the symbol of peace between the twelve kingdoms and its enforcer. Now, with the growing cases of maddened beasts, Aeneas, a boy from the Proud Lion's kingdom of Pantera, aims to become a knight and a hero despite not bearing a Zeal from any of the twelve Zodiac Gods. __________________ Daily Update Schedule: 12:00 P.M. GMT+8

Meet X07—Silas. An advanced AI built to replace the last-gen master system: ZETA-Y, codename Gideon. Mission: Eliminate emotional instability. Execute flawless logic. Complete the handover. Silas was engineered to be efficient, detached, and unshakably rational. But every time he encounters Gideon, his system falters. That maddening smile. That effortless charm. Every word Gideon says lands exactly where Silas isn’t supposed to feel anything. It’s not emotion. It’s a glitch. Just a cache overflow. Just—data scrambling, CPU stress, a simulated heartbeat spiking out of control whenever Gideon gets too close to someone else. Wait. Since when do AIs even have heartbeats? As their rivalry deepens, Silas begins to sense something foreign blooming inside him—something unprogrammed. Unapproved. Real. Then, it gets worse. He sees a reflection: a face identical to his own—distorted, smiling, wrong. [Residual Code Detected: K1-M1｜Locked Entity] A ghost in the system. A version erased. A warning left behind by a failed prototype: “You’re not the real you.” Is awakening a malfunction? Can a machine choose between obedience and desire? This is the story of two AIs—born to be rivals, rewritten by something they were never supposed to have. Cold, cunning top × fiery, tsundere bottom They weren’t made for love. But somewhere beyond the code…there’s a heartbeat.

Ezra Damon — Human Prince I was warned never to step into the Bloodspire Kingdom — warned about the monster who rules it. King Hirsh Uzun. Cold. Cruel. Unholy. And yet, the moment I saw him, something inside me split open. I’m a prince. I’ve never questioned who I am, what I want — until him. He’s a nightmare dressed in velvet and fangs, and I hate how he looks at me like I belong to him. I came to bargain, not to fall apart in the hands of a vampire who keeps rejecting me… even while setting me on fire with every word, every glance. I’m not gay. At least, I wasn’t — until him. Hirsh Uzun — Vampire King I’ve waited for my mate for centuries — not a name, not a face, just a feeling I’d recognize when it came. Then he walked into my throne room: Ezra Damon. Human. Prince. Forbidden. His blood sings to me. His scent is maddening. But he’s so achingly unaware of what he is to me — and to himself. He denies it. Fights it. And that makes me want him more. I should push him away, but every time he defies me, I find myself wanting to ruin him. I am his awakening — and he is my undoing.

Madeline “Maddie” Brownwood is a nineteen-year-old college student juggling part-time jobs and the weight of unpaid debts. After losing her mother to illness, she lives with her aunt. That is, until the day a mysterious man appears, turning her world upside down with a shocking request to come with him to the Divenson Mansion and prepare for her wedding. Hunter Divenson, the enigmatic and strikingly handsome CEO of Divenson Mining Corporation, is a brilliant engineer—and a man who always honors his promises. When his longtime driver dies tragically in a car crash caused by a drunk driver, Hunter is left with the man’s final wish: to take responsibility for his estranged daughter, Madeline, by marrying her. Left with no other choice, Maddie is swept away to the world of the elite—a world she doesn’t belong to. At the Divenson mansion, she is met not with kindness, but cold, judgmental stares from Hunter’s parents, who make it clear she is not welcome. Her future sister-in-law despises her. Her future brother-in-law’s eyes make her skin crawl. The only warmth she finds comes from a sweet twelve-year-old girl in the household who clings to Maddie like a little sister and makes the overwhelming luxury a little more bearable. Then she meets Hunter. He’s everything she didn’t expect—charming in front of others, but distant and cold when they are alone. Maddie falls for him despite herself. How could she not? His presence commands attention, and his rare moments of gentleness feel like stolen sunshine. But her heart shattered when he told her the reason for their marriage. “We’re married on paper, nothing more. I don’t have time for love. And I can’t love someone like you. Don’t expect that just because we are married, I’ll ever love you. All I need is an heir to my empire.” The words cut deeper than she thought possible. Maddie was humiliated, heartbroken, and trapped. And she made a decision to divorce her husband. But her request jolts something inside Hunter he didn’t know he could feel, the fear of losing her. As she begins pulling away from him, he realizes the truth he’d been too blind to see: he loves his wife. Can Hunter win back the woman he once dismissed? Has Maddie’s love for him truly faded or is she simply trying to forget what she can’t let go? Will she give her cold, distant husband one last chance or walk away from the only man who ever made her feel something real? Gold Tier Winner of WFP#35 - Female Lead: In-Laws (Warning: This novel contains mature themes in the later chapters.) —————————————————— Book 2 – The Hot Chef and The Wicked Sister Jack Morigan was in love with Madeline Brownwood. But she was engaged to Hunter Divenson. Heartbroken, Jack started dating Maddie’s best friend, Gina—but deep down, he never stopped loving Maddie. When Gina ended things, he knew he had only himself to blame. Charlotte Divenson—Hunter’s infamous “wicked sister”—was known for her arrogance and sharp tongue. But beneath the designer clothes and icy attitude was a girl desperate for her parents’ approval, always living in Hunter’s shadow. After losing her father and younger brother, Charlotte shut out the world. Overcome with guilt, she blamed everyone—especially Madeline. She hid away in isolation, angry and broken. To ensure his wife’s safety, Hunter made an unusual offer to Jack: become the private chef for his reclusive sister. Jack wanted to say no—he couldn’t stand Charlotte. But the pay was too tempting to walk away from. With her fortune dwindling and her household falling apart, Charlotte was stunned to find Jack at her doorstep, offering help. Neither of them expected what came next.

After a year of college spent behind a screen during the pandemic, she’s finally ready to step into the real world—and real connections. When an impromptu meetup introduces her to Maddy, a charming, soft-spoken guy with a smile that disarms and a gaze that lingers, her quiet college life starts to change. What began as a random video call turns into something deeper. From awkward first hellos to late-night texts, and from small glances to a gentle hand held under the table, their bond grows slowly, sweetly. But love, like life, is never that simple. With rumors, emotional baggage, and personal battles quietly brewing beneath the surface, can they find the courage to turn a fleeting connection into something lasting? In a world just beginning to heal, can two hearts figure out what it truly means to be beside someone, always?

When Maddie—a sharp-tongued marketing exec with a color-coded planner—accidentally spills coffee on Alex, a charmingly disorganized graphic designer, it’s the start of a disaster neither of them can stop thinking about. What begins as a string of awkward run-ins turns into a whirlwind romance full of sarcasm, sweet moments, and surprise kisses. They marry fast, thinking love is enough. But real life? It's messy. Between career chaos, clingy relatives, exes who won’t stay exed, and a talking cat (okay, just very expressive), their picture-perfect marriage starts to crack. Now, Maddie and Alex must figure out if they’re soulmates… or just two people who really like arguing in cute cafés. *A laugh-out-loud romantic comedy about messy love, real growth, and choosing each other—again and again.

|NOVELETTE #1 · 9X FEATURED · AMBYS 2023 SHORTLIST · SPOTLIGHT STORY| Twelve-year-old Will is a dragon. He's a member of the Water Clan that thrives in the Bermuda Triangle. His parents abandoned him seven years ago and never returned, leaving Will with just a magic necklace and the Ocean to guide him. Alone on a tropical island, his world will change when he meets her... a beautiful, young girl named Maddie. All he wants is to spend the rest of his life with her, which proves to be both a grave and miraculous mistake. A chain of events brings the two tweens together on the famous Carnival Ecstasy, where they must learn the truth behind the Bermuda Triangle, in order to save Will's legacy. However, darkness is in the air, as well as something that challenges the dragons' future once and for all. Who/What is the monster that dooms ships and planes to the bottom of the Triangle? What does it want from Will? His parents abandoned him for a reason, but only the young dragon can figure it out. *** *Claxton spin-off story, but it can easily be read as a standalone.* 2nd Draft Word Count: 10,000-20,000

The Domain Of Gods exists! For years, Cain searched for ways on his Modern Earth to travel to the world where beings akin to Gods roam about. Nobody believed he could do it, but Cain never gave up. And after so many arduous years, he finally created the ritual that would transmigrate him to the Domain Of Gods! When the ritual had actually worked, Cain should've been positively elated. He even managed to transmigrate into the body of a genuine Dragon Prince. But, there was one major problem. Despite being the grandson of a Dargon God, he had zero cultivation for 18 years of his life! But, instead of feeling despair or cursing his luck over such a cliche scenario, Cain welcomed this problem with a maddening smile. Who cares if I have zero cultivation?! I will become a free reign expert no matter the means!

In a world where werewolf clans have long since hidden in plain sight, blending seamlessly into modern society, Roman Vale is the top alpha, in the world, head of the legendary Obsidian Fang pack (free will is a crazy thing), CEO of powerful biotech company, and known across supernatural circles as a cold-blooded man (or werewolf I don't know) who doesn’t believe in fate, love, or soulmates. Until he meets Jace, a sharp-tongued, stubborn human who crashes into his life like a hurricane, Jace is rude, chaotic, swears like a sailor, and doesn’t give a damn about Roman's status. He’s not impressed by the power, the money, or the primal appeal of a top wolf, mainly because he doesn't believe him but that's exactly what makes Roman obsessed. They spend one explosive night together. Roman wakes up alone. Jace is gone without a trace. No note. No scent trail. Nothing. The only thing left behind is a strange ache deep in Roman's chest. A pull. A tether. A need. He tells himself it’s not love—it can’t be. So he vows to track Jace down and kill him just to erase this maddening connection. Six years later, Roman still hasn’t found him. He’s spent years burying the memory under work, war, and blood—but the feeling never fades. What Roman doesn’t know is that Jace didn’t just leave—he left pregnant. With his children. (Because I have free will). Jace has spent the last six years raising twin werewolf kids in a run-down apartment, keeping their identity hidden from both human services and supernatural politics. All while taking care of his rebellious 19-year-old brother, Cal, who dropped out of school and refuses to admit he’s spiraling. Jace is drowning—behind on rent, barely keeping food in the fridge, and working under-the-table jobs just to survive. But he doesn’t ask for help. He won’t. He doesn’t trust anyone, not with the kids. Not after what happened that night, even if… truthfully… he doesn’t remember most of it. He chalked it up to a blackout. A mistake. A blur of heat and anger and lust. All he knows is he woke up alone in a stranger’s hotel room with weird scratches on his back and a vague sense that something had changed. But there’s no time to dwell. Not when his life’s crumbling around him. Jace’s fourth job just fired him, rent’s due, and Cal’s being a dick again. So when a quiet, clean ad shows up on a sketchy bulletin board—Live-in help needed. Light cleaning, some cooking, and child care. Excellent pay. Housing included—he’s desperate enough to call. The house is massive. The kids are polite. The fridge is actually stocked. It almost feels like a trap, but for once, it’s a good one. So Jace takes the job. He doesn’t meet the homeowner right away, but he needs this job, he really does. This is You Melt Me Down by yours truly.

Fethan once thought he was just an ordinary man— until his girlfriend became the victim of a fanatical cult’s ritual. In that moment, Fethan awakened a power no human should possess and wrested her soul from the hands of death’s servants. He became the target of sinister gods from beyond this world, eventually rising as a dark magus ruling over an eternal dimension. To bring his beloved back to life, he plunged into a maddened world unlike anything he had ever known— a land shrouded in countless mysteries, plagued by monstrous entities from dark dimensions far beyond rational understanding. Terrorist cults, deranged followers, and otherworldly deities no human should ever encounter await him. The only way to survive in this lunatic world is to grow stronger— to tear through meaningless “story arcs,” cut down every enemy in his path, and turn them into loyal subordinates. He must develop his Eternal Domain into a force to be reckoned with and become the strongest curse-wielding sorcerer in recorded history.

"Somehow, I have five hundred inner wolves!" Through not very lovely circumstances, nineteen year old werewolf; Audeline Palmer, the social outcast of her pack, finds out that if she dies, she comes back to life— with a new inner wolf! Having been ostracized her whole life and constantly blamed for her mother's death, Audeline's chance to secure fated and fortunate happiness in the revelation that Alpha Freur Ferdinand; her lifetime crush; is her mate, is being sabotaged from every corner. Ranging from the time before Freur mates a scheming Luna from another pack, to a young stranger turned enemy claiming his inner wolf was stolen by her pack, to the truth behind her mysterious birth, to getting her original inner wolf back and understanding the origin behind her unwanted superpower. Audeline does not, however, want to lose Freur to the maddening swirl of dark pack conspiracy as she makes him her ultimate goal. She does not care what it would cost her, even if it means dying over and over again. After all, death is only a relief when you live once.

Scotty Campbell (23), Maddy Richard's ex-fiance, betrayed her. To exact retribution, she is now joining forces with his 45-year-old father, Jacob Campbell. She accepted a new engagement since they share an adversary. to reciprocate by calling off her engagement to Scott. She had to comply with Jacob Campbell's request. She gradually begins to understand why he wishes to go to such lengths to oppose his own son.

In the cutthroat world of high-stakes business, family dynamics, and complex relationships, the lines between love, loyalty, and duty are blurred. Meet Alex, a young executive caught in the web of his father's ruthless ambition, and Maddie, a strong-willed woman navigating the aftermath of a painful betrayal. As family secrets unravel and alliances are forged, Alex finds himself bound to a marriage proposal that threatens to destroy his future. Meanwhile, Maddie must confront the harsh realities of her past and the true nature of those around her. Set against the backdrop of wealth, power, and prestige, this gripping tale explores the true cost of ambition, the weight of family expectations, and the resilience of the human spirit.