Velvet Room

Joanne Smith, weighed down by significant debt and humiliated by Jeffrey Winchester's cruel rejection just a day before their wedding, transformed her life into that of a multi-millionaire entrepreneur, allowing love to fade into memory. Joanne had one rule in life: money first, emotions later. She built an empire from the ground up, balancing her booming logistics company with the peace of her family farm. When a rugged stranger shows up, desperate for a place to stay, Joanne reluctantly takes him in as a paying guest. But little does she know, he’s not just any guest. He’s the man who brutally rejected her years ago, the one she’s long since forgotten. And he remembers everything differently. Now, living under her roof, he’s fueled by the sting of his own downfall and a hunger for revenge. Will the truth tear her world apart—or bring a reckoning neither of them saw coming? Join me on this incredible journey to find out! I will provide daily updates, and I would love to hear your thoughts in the comments. Please consider leaving a review and supporting me with GTs, Power Stones, and gifts. I hope you enjoy this story as much as I enjoy writing it!

The youngest and most feared admiral in world history—Ravien Duskbane. Renowned for his brilliance as much as his ruthlessness. To him, nothing matters except power, control, and victory. But one night, he falls asleep and never wakes up. At least, not in his own world. --- When I opened my eyes, I was in an unfamiliar room. The first thing I felt was discomfort. Luxurious silk sheets. Gold-embroidered mirrors. Heavy velvet curtains. But that wasn’t what truly unsettled me. There was a large mirror in the corner of the room. And the person staring back at me… wasn’t me. Long, blood-red hair. Eyes of the same hue. This wasn’t my body. At first, I thought it was a dream. There could be no other explanation. But then—pain. A sharp, stabbing agony piercing through my skull. And with it, memories that did not belong to me flooded my mind. The Pendragon family. Noble blood. Yet a child seen as nothing but a stain. Nameless. A half-blood. A forgotten existence. Discarded at birth. Banished to a distant land. Erased from history. By the time the pain subsided, I understood the truth. This was the world of a novel I used to read whenever I was bored. The Dark Lands. And me? I was a mere extra. A nameless shadow never even mentioned in the story. At first, I was calm. But soon, the very existence of this body made me sick. Not from anger. Not from weakness. But from the sheer revulsion of being trapped in a body that wasn’t mine. I reject this. This body does not belong to me. And I will never accept anything that isn’t mine. So I chose to die. Without hesitation, I moved. I drove my hand straight into my heart. But I didn’t die. My breath caught. I tried again. And again. Over and over. But every single time, my wounds healed. It didn’t take long to understand why. In this world, every person is born with a unique, unchanging Fate Ability. And this body's ability? "Flesh, Blood, and Bone." It regenerates endlessly. No matter how much I cut, slash, or tear myself apart—death is impossible. But there must be a way. Someone in this world must be able to kill me. And then, a name came to mind. The protagonist. Perhaps he could end me. Wait. No. I refuse to die like that. To perish at someone else's hands without a fight, without struggle… That is beneath me. I am not someone who sits around waiting for salvation. If I truly wish to die, then first, I must rise to the top. Dying without battling the strongest beings in this world would be a disgrace. So, I will start with power. First, this kingdom. Then the continent. Then the entire world. I will rule, conquer, and seize everything. If I can truly reach the peak—then the strongest will come for me. And only then will I find someone worthy enough to kill me. Could there be a more honorable death than that?

In the world of Lumen, a land of diverse luminants and warring factions beset by monstrous threats, a daring trio sets out to uncover its secrets. Kounéli Atsáli, Velvet Isabella, and Leonardo Zeshi are explorers driven by curiosity and a shared desire to unite the fragmented world. As they journey through perilous territories and confront ancient evils, their bond is tested, revealing hidden truths about themselves and the light and darkness that shape Lumen's fate.

The C.I.A gains intel that there is a project White Room, and one of their successors is attending ANHS. Lloyd is sent to reveal and gauge the White room master piece to uncover the dark truth of the White Room experiment.

To the world she seemed to have been born in the wrong generation that had no room for values but to him, she stood out and was the best thing that ever happened and what the world needed more of to be better and more beautiful

After her overtime she get too tired so Kireko fall asleep in her living room When she one her eyes ones again to continue her daily life Kireko found her self in 1900s western style room An angry 'little villainess' who will become one issues of her new life.How will she solve her first mission 'You steal her existence?' "What funny named system so straight forward"

The air hung heavy with unspoken anxieties as Iris walked the sterile hospital corridors. A year. It had been a year since she’d received the devastating news: Iñigo, her beloved boyfriend, was dead. The pain still felt raw, a constant ache in her chest. She'd mourned him fiercely, the void his absence left echoing in her heart. Little did she know, the truth was far more complicated, twisted by a mother's disapproval and a desperate attempt to keep them apart. Iñigo’s mother, a woman whose disapproval Iris had always felt like a cold wind, had whisked him away to the States, a calculated move to sever their connection. She’d believed that distance, the vast expanse of the ocean, would be enough to erase Iris from Iñigo's life. But fate, it seemed, had other plans. Dr. Millie’s voice, crisp and professional, broke through Iris’s somber thoughts. "Iris, you're assigned to assist the patient in Room 208. He was recently transferred from the U.S.A." The doctor handed her the file. Iris took it mechanically, her mind already racing. The familiar chill that always accompanied thoughts of Iñigo's mother settled over her. This was no coincidence. A strange premonition tightened its grip on her, a knot of dread forming in her stomach. She felt a cold dread creeping up her spine. As she approached Room 208, a wave of nausea washed over her. She hesitated, her hand trembling as she reached for the door handle. A deep breath, a silent prayer, and then—she opened the door. The sight that greeted her stole the breath from her lungs. There he was, pale but undeniably Iñigo, lying in the hospital bed. Time seemed to stop. The world dissolved into a dizzying blur of disbelief and overwhelming emotion. A strangled gasp escaped her lips. He was alive. The carefully constructed wall of grief she’d built around her heart crumbled. A torrent of emotions – shock, relief, disbelief, and a bitter taste of betrayal – flooded her. All the pain, the tears, the emptiness… all for nothing? The file slipped from her numb fingers, landing silently on the floor. He was alive, and his mother had lied.

A reunion of old friends turns into a drunken plea for help as a suddenly homeless and helpless Sarah begs for shelter, and says she will do anything....which leads to the signing of a strange contract. Genre: Romance | Lesbian Fiction | UPDATE: Early release chapters on Patreon. EBook: https://a.co/d/04fe0ssb Patreon: https://patreon.com/NightKitten

There was once a very famous story of a historic couple that was very famous in the modern times, but there is this girl who says that all of it is a fantasy of some people and nothing more. The name of the girl is Siya, and one of the biggest reasons she says that is because the name of the girl from the famous couple is Siya, the same as her, and she doesn't believe in love. One day she woke up, but it wasn't in the same modern room she was used to waking up in but an ancient and aesthetic room. READ MORE TO FOLLOW SIYA ON HER JOURNEY.

When Sam inherits his late uncle’s guesthouse, he expects a quiet year of hosting tourists, making money, and selling the place. Easy. Then he finds a warning in the guestbook: "Do not stay in the guest room." Weird, but whatever. Probably a prank. Except now things move at night. Shadows linger too long. And something sat on his bed while he pretended to be asleep. The neighbors praise his uncle but dodge questions about the house. The guesthouse has secrets, and Sam—armed with cleaning supplies, denial, and a questionable sense of bravery—is stuck figuring them out. All he wants is to run a normal, ghost-free business. Too bad the ghosts have other plans.

"You like this, don't you?" His voice was dark velvet, wrapping around me, sinking under my skin. I swallowed hard, refusing to answer, but my body betrayed me-the sharp inhale, the way my lips parted, the way my thighs pressed together. He noticed. Of course, he did. He stepped closer, eliminating the space between us, his heat overwhelming. "Say it." I shook my head, a weak attempt at resistance. His fingers traced up my arm, slow, teasing, until they reached my throat. He didn't squeeze, didn't apply pressure-just let his touch linger there, making me hyperaware of my own racing pulse. "Liar," he murmured. I exhaled sharply. "You're too close." His lips brushed my ear, not quite a kiss, just a whisper of warmth. "And you're not stopping me."

*For entertainment only* Just another introverted teenage girl who faces unwanted yet surprising and sometimes enjoying adventures so hang in and know her. Since I want to tell someone about my life .

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He's done it. The hero Has slain the Demon lord, won the heart of the princess, and the Kingdom of Ether is saved. The question is... What does he do now? Follow Foster as he navigates a rocky political landscape, mourns his losses, and searches for his new purpose in life. This novel will contain some explicit scenes, but they will be few and far between and will NOT be the core aspect of the series. If you are looking for smut, look elsewhere.

mystery of a princess forgotten in a sacred room what will be her end.

Here lies Alice Carter, a woman once filled with ambition, now buried beneath the weight of her own desires. She was a dreamer, a believer in fairy tales spun from gold and silk, a woman who thought wealth could be the answer to all life’s miseries. She longed for a life where struggle was a distant memory, where cabs were replaced by chauffeurs and small apartments by grand estates. She wanted servants to anticipate her needs, luxury to soften life’s edges, and a man so wealthy that her worries would vanish like smoke in the wind. But in her pursuit of diamonds, she forgot the value of herself. And so, the dreamer died—not in a tragic accident or a cruel twist of fate, but in quiet surrender. What rose in her place was a woman trapped in velvet chains, bound by comfort yet suffocated by control. This is not her final story, but the beginning of her reckoning.

Meet Rockie – The Last Hope Against Rafaal’s Reign Born into a bloodline cursed with short lives, Rockie is the final warrior in a centuries-old battle against darkness. Unlike her predecessors—Raya, Mia, Suzan, and Velvet—Rockie refuses to accept her doomed fate. Instead, she rises, determined to break the cycle of defeat and take down Rafaal, the ruthless force behind their suffering. Armed with inherited abilities and the echoes of her past lives, Rockie is not just another warrior—she is a strategist, a survivor, and a force of vengeance. But when betrayal cuts deeper than any blade, and emotions threaten to cloud her judgment, she must choose between revenge and the greater good. Will she fall like the others, or will she finally rewrite destiny? With a blend of action, supernatural elements, and deep emotional struggles, Rockie’s journey is a gripping tale of resilience, power, and the weight of a legacy.

A story about a lonely painter who dies in his apartment from a heart attack. Once awake, he finds himself in a weird yet familiar room. He realized that it was his room, but why is everything eerily red? It doesn’t seem to be blood or paint. Why is there a massive monster outside my room? What is going on?!?! Using his power to bring anything to life with his brush, he will traverse this land of... Desolation. The only limit is my imagination! ... And material. ... And knowledge. ... And skill. Can John find his way to civilization? What will he do next after he finds it? Btw, I downloaded google, come enjoy music with me :s.

For Satan himself masquerades as an angel of light." - 2 Corinthians 11:14 For years, Father Andrien has lived by his faith, turning a blind eye to the whispers of sin that creep through the church's sacred halls. But when Lucian arrives-a priest draped in holiness yet steeped in something far more sinister-Andrien's fragile devotion begins to fracture. Lucian is not like the others. His voice is velvet-laced temptation, his eyes hold something unreadable, something watching. He speaks of the church's rot as if he knows it intimately, whispering truths Andrien refuses to believe. Faithful men are not always righteous. The righteous are not always clean. Andrien tries to resist, yet he feels it-the pull, the gravity of Lucian's presence, the way confession slips too easily from his lips in the dark. Until the night he falls. And when the candlelight flickers against stone, when the air is thick with the weight of his own undoing, Lucian stands before the cross with a smile too cruel to be divine. "Doesn't it feel so divine to sin, Father?" Faith is fragile. Desire is relentless. And corruption... was always inevitable.

"Deep, an ordinary boy sleeping in his room, suddenly finds himself in a dark forest in a new world. He doesn’t know that every god and even higher existences want to kill him. Will he be able to save himself, or will he die on this journey?"

A young man who was happy to have just finished his final exams suddenly collapses and wakes up in an unfamiliar room and from then on things just keep on getting worse...

A Young Man with no idea was trapped in an empty and spacious with humid room. ‘Why i’m here ?’ ‘Who mastermind of this happend ?’

A different kind of destiny. When Wayne, a tragic boy who loses his last living parent to the hands of a hero, he decides that becoming a villain is the most logical course of action, because why not? The only problem? There's not enough room for other villains on the planet except for him.

Purity a lowercase, clumsy, weak but determined angel suddenly volunteered to fight Abaddon, the 7th prince of hell who was pushed to earth to cause chaos on earth taking souls through deals Reborn but adopted into a family of riches and wealth faced bullying from her family but was favored by the head. Balancing her duties as an angel and the perfect granddaughter, It was purity’s job to take souls to heaven was it was time, both Abaddon and purity crossed paths couple of times but didn’t have any interaction. Roaming countries and countries for centuries Abaddon didn’t mind to purity until one night in an intense fight they were struck by lightning waking up they switched powers. ……………………………………… waking up to a burning sensation on her forehead purity whimpered, rubbing her head which just made the pain worse. looking around she wasn’t in her room, she was enveloped in an atmosphere of dark luxury.the air thick with leather and polished wood. candelabras with black candles cast flickering shadows on the walls adorned with intricate gold patterns. Massive, velvet- upholstered in deep burgundy and ebony wood chaise lounge dominated the space. A grand piano it’s ebony surface polished to mirror sheen sits silently in a corner. The bed which she layed on a grand king sized bed with black silk duvet and matching velvet pillows the wood on the head board was flawlessly carved with designs reminiscent of anique demon seal the bed positioned centrally purity jumped up seeing Abaddon staring at her with rage a halo atop his head his wings white but black in the very end and most importantly the cross tattoo on his wrist. “why are you with my halo?” purity stood on the bed attempting to take it but Abaddon threw her to the vanity table shattering the mirror “what did you do?!” Purity got up bleeding from her side she looked at herself in the shattered glass an upside down cross on her forehead her wings black, purity screamed “what did you do?!” she ran to punching his chest but Abaddon quickly raised her by the neck his grip tightening, purity couldn’t breathe the doors burst open Abaddon immediately dropped purity who gasped for air before looking up her voice still chocked “I can explain”

In the streets of early 1900s Europe, Detective Rumi unearths the truth by day and buries the guilty by night. A man bound by no law but his own, he investigates the very crimes he secretly avenges—delivering judgment. But when a series of disappearances shakes the city, the horror proves far greater than the murderers he hunts. The Silent Army—faceless, voiceless figures clad in heavy cloaks—moves through the streets like phantoms. As the city plunges deeper into uncertainty, Rumi finds himself at war with himself and beings of higher power.

A story of a boy from Earth teleported to another world. With no OP ability but a key to a room, the only piece from his home world. It is a fantasy setting though there are limited high fantasy beings such as elves and dragons - a world where magic is past its prime.

Magic? Superpowers? It's all the things that made the world hellish for Lewellyn. Suddenly found himself in a room, bound and gagged. Soon he will meet the person who will turn his world upside down as he tried to recall the memories of the past.