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The Wicked Lady Arrives Tonight

The Noble Lady of Lust

Well, it seems that my previous synopsis was not very clear, but the story goes like this: the protagonist, a normal guy, who dies, screws up in front of a Goddess who was going to reincarnate him, and as punishment she reincarnates him as a woman, but after a few years, thanks to a method, he can become a man again, but only temporarily..... Will the protagonist be able to satisfy his endless desire? will he even survive in this world, which is not the fantasy he expected? We will find out. “As for genres, there's a little bit of everything: Harem, Romance, Comedy, Yandere, Yuri, MILFs, Lolis, Elves,woman-beast, Demons, Dragons, Giantes, Priestesses, Androids, Oyakodon, Netori,Group Action, a little bit of SM, and much more. If it captures your interest, great!!!”. Here is the original synopsis>>>>> “Wait, you turned me into a woman just because I imagined that? I didn’t know you could read minds, that’s not fair!” (He had defiled her in his imagination in five different ways, each worse than the last). After his death, a goddess reincarnated him in another world. But his uncontrollable lust angered the deity, who decided to punish him by turning him into a woman. “Stop!!... don’t make that choice,” sounded an old voice But, through an encounter beyond the realm of possibility, he learns the truth about his situation: this world is not the fantasy he thought it to be. It can become brutal if neglected. He also discovers a method to transform back into a man. Now, determined to conquer this new life and a battle for power in which even the gods are involved, he seeks revenge against a fate that now only exists in his memories. begins to carve out her own path in this new reality, a second chance created by those who sacrificed far more than she could have ever imagined.
elizz_lv0 · 466.5K Views

The Lady Is Mine

Lady Jenna has lived her whole life as a puppet. And her father? The puppeteer. She had to do everything to make him proud...to please him! that even when he asked her to let go of her first love, Lady Jenna did let go, and she was married off to a man she'd never known before. A man who, in every sense and breath, became her worst nightmare. It wasn't a beautiful nightmare, like the ones read in books, no. He'd hit her every night- her so-called husband. He became her worst fear, that she didn't even want to remember his name, and the word husband scared her. Most importantly, men. Jenna became afraid of men. She wanted to run, hide, or die even- if that would help her escape from this hell. But... society. They would turn and judge. They would raise their brows and curse her. They wouldn't look at the scars on her body. Not that Jenna would let them. She had become insecure after constant nights of tears and getting hit. But these people, they wouldn't care until she decided to leave the marriage. And when the opportunity came knocking at her window, Jenna grabbed it, abandoned her marriage, and set out for a different life. It was difficult for a girl who had always been sheltered, but she needed to survive. She didn't want to go back. Everything changed that night... a rainy ni—wait, it was a normal night. No rain, just a soft breeze, and Jenna stumbled upon this stranger... He had no memory of his past, and his mind was trapped in the age of seven!! A full-grown man, with muscles enough to snap Jenna in two, now behaving like a child? Following Jenna around and calling her Master. "Master, you own me now, right?" "Yes, I am your master, and you are mine," Jenna nodded with a smile. Writing this novel for all women looking for their own voice in marriage and relationships. The romance is fluffy and sunshine throughout. The Male lead fell first and fell harder (a yandere) Book is also fast-paced. Book cover check out Veness on Patreon. Thank you!
Pluma_W143 · 1.5K Views

The Reaper's Wicked Obsession

[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!
Dy_zamite · 103.6K Views

Your Luna's Dead Tonight

In the shadowed realms ruled by Lycan packs, where bloodlines are sacred and fated bonds are law, Nyma Ravengale has always been the golden daughter of Alpha Cedric—cherished, protected, and destined for a future as radiant as the moon itself. But when the Luna Ceremony, a sacred rite meant to honor her ascension into adulthood, reveals a truth that defies the pack’s ancient laws, Nyma’s world fractures. She is pregnant. And the child growing inside her is no product of a fated bond. The revelation ignites a storm of shame and fury Her mate, Lycan Prince Adrian, denounces her before the pack, refusing to claim a child he insists cannot be his. Whispers of betrayal spread like wildfire, poisoning the very air she breathes. Then comes her father’s decree—an ultimatum as cold as the northern winds. Kill the bastard child and reclaim her place in the pack… or be cast out as a rogue, stripped of her title, her home, her name. But Nyma’s heart rebels. The child—conceived in a single, forbidden night of passion with a mysterious outsider—is more than a mistake. It is her defiance. Her last act of freedom. To destroy it would be to surrender her soul to the pack’s cold judgment. To keep it would mean facing the wilderness alone, hunted by those who once called her family. Now, as the pack gathers outside, their voices rising in a merciless chant, Nyma stands at the crossroads of fate. Tonight, she is no longer the golden daughter, the cherished Luna. Tonight, her pack buries her. Tonight, she dies in their eyes. But the moon does not mourn. It has always feasted on dead things. And what the moon devours, it resurrects. As the wind howls through the night, carrying their chants like a funeral hymn, one truth remains unshaken: She will rise. Not as the woman they loved—soft-handed, honey-voiced, stitching their wounds with moonlight. No. The moon spits back what it can’t digest. Not as the Luna they cherished… Not as the woman they swore to protect… Their Luna’s dead tonight. The one that'll claw out of the grave with teeth made of their regrets, hair braided from the nooses they hung their lies on. Her eyes? Two black holes where the moon stuffed secrets. She’ll smell the blood they swore never spill, trace the betrayal they etched into the bark of the sacred oak. And when she opens her mouth to take oath? It won’t be a dirge. It’ll be a reckoning, sharp enough to split the night open. They’ll beg for the silence of her death. But the moon’s still hungry. And dead girls don’t stay dead. They stay angry!
Surviving_17 · 595 Views
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