Download Chereads APP
Chereads App StoreGoogle Play
Chereads

The Lily Blooms Addled

The Legend of the Immortal Lily

This story told through the lens of Ariela (Ari) Romo, a duke's daughter who learns she has healing magic. She is excited for this news, but doesn't realize that because of this she will be put in a forced engagement with the crown prince to serve as his own personal med-kit... AT AGE 8! Ariela spends the rest of her childhood preparing to become the perfect queen by day and preparing her escape at night. She plans a fake kidnapping right before her coming-of-age ceremony to trick the crown prince into thinking she was actually kidnapped. Thus, giving her more time so she can run the way she desires with the help of the high priest. She sheds her long hair and wears a glamour ring, changing her hair color, disguised as a male priest named Ari, healing commoners who can't afford healthcare. She stumbles upon a beautiful, dark-skinned succubus early in her journey, and feelings emerge between the two. This beautiful, dark succubus turns out to be the demon princess, Lysara Nocturae, and she and Ari come to an agreement. Ari would escort her safely back to Patala, her homeland and Ari would heal her people as needed while offering Ari asylum from the crown prince. Their journey is anything but smooth sailing with many hurdles getting in their way. ***Warning: This story has a close-call sexual assault scene that may be uncomfortable for some readers. Read at your own discretion*** ***Feel free to reach out to me on Discord under the same pseudonym Tatt3d_Violet. I do request that there be no flirting in my DMs since I am very happily married. If you would like to talk lesbian smut or talk concept ideas about my works, my inbox is always open.***
Tatt3d_Violet · 12.4K Views

Crimson Bloom: Ascend

Crimson Bloom: Ascend In the final semester before the world starts to die, Aria Solenne lives a life defined by quiet repetition — university lectures she half - listens to, a dusty bookstore that smells like old ink and loneliness, and vivid dreams she can never quite remember when she wakes. But everything shifts the night she locks eyes with Selene Virelle — a former soldier with cold fire in her veins and a gaze that sees straight through the lies Aria doesn’t know she’s telling herself. What Aria doesn’t realize is this: she already died once. In a previous timeline, the Council — the so - called protectors of balance — feared what she was becoming. They killed her before she could awaken. Selene remembers that. She was there, standing too far, running too late. That loss shattered her, until she made a deal with a goddess for a second chance. Now, Selene has been sent back — not just to protect Aria, but to change the ending. This time, Aria isn’t just the girl caught in the storm. She is the storm. Beneath her human exterior lies an ancient bloodline — part vampire, part succubus, part something older. A lineage traced through forgotten gods and sealed in forbidden magic. Her awakening draws the attention of beings who no longer believe in mercy — Variants bred in labs and nightmares, divine predators from broken mythologies, and five very different women bound to her fate by blood, love, or obsession. There’s Nova Caelin, the lightning - born hacker with chaos in her laugh and rebellion in her bones. Iris Vale, a war - hardened photojournalist whose camera lens hides an obsession she can’t speak aloud. Lys Amaranthe, a gentle healer haunted by violence, who would shatter herself to keep Aria whole. Elara Nyx, a fallen pop idol with a velvet voice and a siren’s fire, whose devotion has crossed the line into beautiful madness. And then there’s Athena — goddess of strategy, Aria’s first lover from a fractured dimension, who molded Aria’s strength in secret dreams and gave her blood to awaken her. Trapped by Olympus, Athena still finds cracks in the veil to return, again and again, to the girl she once vowed to make a god. As cities fall and the line between divinity and monstrosity begins to blur, Aria stands at the center of something none of them can control. Desire. Power. Rebirth. The women who surround her are not just allies — they are mirrors to her own evolution, and the weapons she may wield or destroy. This isn’t just the end of the world. This is Aria’s bloom. Crimson for the blood she’ll spill. Bloom for what she’ll become. Together — divine, terrifying, unstoppable.
Faithzero · 10.8K Views

A Tithe Of Blood, A Bloom Of Love

In a forgotten corner of a vampire-ruled world, sixteen-year-old Elira, a quiet shepherd girl, lives a simple life among the hills—her days filled with tending sheep, caring for her younger sister Lilin, and sharing soft-spoken moments with Nicholas, the nobleman’s son and her father’s old friend’s child. What blooms between Elira and Nicholas is young love: gentle, hesitant, and pure—untouched by the brutal world beyond their valley. But their peace is short-lived. Each spring, the vampires demand a Blood Tax—a girl from each village offered to serve at the estate of a vampire lord. When the cruel hand of fate comes knocking, Elira’s name is chosen. Though the lord originally asked for her younger sister, her stepmother—driven by jealousy and self-interest—manipulates her father, Mr. Smith, into sending Elira instead. The choice is cemented when Elira learns her father owes a blood debt to the lord, forcing her to serve not for one year, but for several. Torn from her home, her love, and her dreams, Elira is taken to the vampire’s cold, towering estate where she is kept alive solely for her blood. She is neither harmed nor seduced, but her life is drained slowly—physically and emotionally—under strict rules, cruel servants, and a master whose gaze grows darker with time. As Elira struggles to survive the punishing routine, small mercies shine through: the kindness of a quiet housemaid, a secret song hummed at night, and memories of Nicholas that keep her soul intact. But when a mysterious northern vampire lord attends a decadent party and sees Elira, he recognizes something in her eyes—something that stirs memories of a girl he once saved from drowning. She is not for sale… yet he is not a man who is easily denied. A deal is struck in secret. And Elira’s fate takes a darker, more dangerous turn—away from one vampire’s estate and into the chilling unknown of another lord’s domain. A story of love, sacrifice, betrayal, and quiet rebellion, a tithe of blood , a bloom of love explores the strength of a young girl forced to grow up too soon, and a romance that dares to survive in a world ruled by monsters.
Ann_bookworm · 811 Views

Diana: Rebirth of a Lilie

They said she died peacefully. That's what they always say, don't they? When someone slips away in a hospital bed - when the machines stop beeping, and the room goes quiet except for the sigh of grief no one dares to release. Peaceful. Like death is ever kind. I was five. Too young to understand why my mother wasn't waking up. Too small to make sense of the nurses whispering in the hallway or the way they looked at me, like I was already a problem they didn't know how to solve. Her name was Rebecca. She was twenty-five. And her blood betrayed her. They said it was cancer. Aggressive. Silent. A thief in the bloodstream. By the time they caught it, it had already taken everything. I was all she had. And when she left, I had no one. No father. No family. Just a name I couldn't pronounce, and a world I didn't belong to. The system chewed me up und spat me out. Foster homes. Group homes. Back and forth like a package No one ordered. Smiles that didn't last. Promises that broke before they were even spoken. Every time someone tried to "fix" me, I'd break first, make sure they knew I was no one's charity case. No one's second chance. Eventually they stopped trying. I got older. Quieter. I stopped waiting to be rescued and started fighting instead. Literally. Underground rings don't ask for backstories. Just fists. Blood. And that, at least, I could give them. Then one night, seventeen years into this messy life, someone knocked on my door. A stranger. Two of them, actually. His name was Marcello Mariano, a man I'd only ever heard of in headlines. CEO. Businessman. Untouchable. I knew his face from magazines. I knew his name from rumors. But I didn't know why he'd come for me. Or what kind of danger was following him. All I knew was that everything I thought I knew about my life... Was a lie. And now the weight I never asked for is trying to pull me under. But I won't drown. Not again.
Lilies206 · 3.4K Views

The Blooming Blade-In a world where women rule

In his past life, Mo Liang  was born a commoner in a patriarchal martial world. He was a talented martial artist—disciplined, calculating, and destined for greatness. But the woman he trusted most, his senior martial sister and first love, betrayed him. She used his secrets to rise in power, left him crippled, and discarded him like broken pottery. Mo Liang died alone, despised, and consumed by bitterness. His final wish? "Let me never be fooled by a woman again." But fate has a twisted sense of humor.Mo Liang awakens in a foreign world—one where everything is reversed. In this land, women rule the martial world, inherit sects, lead armies, and cultivate with power. Men are ornaments, symbols of grace and purity, expected to obey and submit. The world reveres strength in women and virtue in men. He is now Sima Rin , a 10-year-old boy from the noble yet declining Sima Clan  of the Northern Murim Alliance. The clan was once known for its fierce female warriors and refined male courtiers, but now it stands on the brink of ruin—politically weakened, economically strained, and hunted by ambitious rivals.Rin is stunning—angelic face, porcelain skin, long flowing hair, and soft-spoken charm. Everyone sees him as the precious little son of a ruined clan: someone to protect, marry off, or control. But inside this fragile vessel lives the soul of Mo Liang—the cold, jaded cultivator who once survived hell. He refuses to live bound by silk chains and smiling lies. Behind his gentle eyes, he observes the matriarchal world with razor precision. He begins training in secret—drawing from manuals, abandoned techniques, and relics of a forgotten era where power had no gender. He will rise. Not as a “son” to be wed. Not as a pawn in political games. Not as a flower to be admired.
godjaassh · 34.3K Views

The Lost Princess' Descendant: The First Bloom

Book 1 of The Lost Princess' Descendant: The First Bloom [COMPLETED] ** This is a raw release of a completed book. It’s part of a fast-evolving series that I’m writing with momentum and passion. While the final polished version will come after the series is complete, the full story is here and ready for you to dive into. BOOK 2 IS OUT NOW! The Lost Princess' Descendant: Petals of Truth ** *** Heads up: I write full-bodied chapters. If you’re here for quick 1k updates, this might not be your style—but if you like emotional depth, tension, and real progression, welcome aboard *** What secret lies inside you? Hae-ju, known as Xiu Yan, was a woman whose life was brutally cut short by a love-obsessed, maniacal tyrant. Her tragic death left behind only whispers of a family curse–a curse that claimed her daughter, Xian Lian, in a fate eerily similar to her own. Before she died, Xian Lian gave birth to Yun Yuhua, but her life was stolen before Yun Yuhua even reached her second year. Yun Yuhua was left with no answers, only the haunting legacy of her mother and grandmother's untimely deaths. As the years pass, the haunting echoes from the past keep calling her. When the truth begins to surface, she must face a powerful legacy, where betrayal, obsession, and the lingering darkness of the past threaten to consume her. The mystery of her family's downfall is one she can no longer avoid-and the truth could change everything.
knightessDragontle · 21.8K Views
Related Topics
More