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Gods Betrayed Me So I Made Them As Sx Slaves

David was once a man of wealth and prestige, living a seemingly perfect life. But beneath the surface of success, betrayal festered like a wound waiting to be torn open. The wife he adored, the brother he trusted, and the family he sacrificed for all turned against him. Their treachery destroyed not only his spirit but his body—leaving him crippled, abandoned, and with nothing left to live for. In his final act of defiance, David orchestrated their deaths, yet vengeance did little to heal the wounds carved deep into his soul. With nothing left, he welcomed the abyss, ending his own existence… only to awaken anew. Reborn in a realm beyond mortality, David found himself in a divine world ruled by celestial beings—the very gods who had watched him suffer without mercy. But he was no longer the broken man they had ignored. He was something else. Something darker. Something far more powerful. With his memories intact and new abilities awakening, David vowed to shatter the hierarchy of the divine. He would bring the gods to their knees, enslaving them, bending them to his will, and exacting the ultimate retribution upon those who had forsaken him. He would turn the divine realm into his personal dominion of vengeance, where once-mighty deities would serve, obey, and kneel before their new master. But in his quest for ultimate power, will he remain a man seeking justice, or will he become a monster greater than the gods themselves? Author’s Thought: Inspired by Reverse Insanity, I aim to craft scenarios far darker and more twisted than even Gu Yue Fang Yuan, the Great Love Immortal Venerable, has ever devised. I will depict the truest nature of humanity—its rawest instincts, its deepest desires, and the relentless pursuit of power. Through this story, I shall showcase the essence of a truly living being—one unshackled by morality, untouched by mercy, and driven solely by the will to survive and dominate.
Darkpath · 12.9K Views

Villain’s Second Heart: Trapped in A Fantasy Novel (BL)

Ezra sold his soul to the Storyteller for a chance to live in a world of magic. And Oberyn? He didn’t ask to fall from the moon - he was cast away, shackled by a destiny he refuses to obey. A surge of magic is tearing their fantasy world apart - an unstoppable force neither of them can control. But if Ezra and Oberyn want to survive, they’ll have to surrender to something even more dangerous: each other. First as reluctant allies, then as friends... then as something more. Ezra is plucky, loving, and full of heart, Oberyn is proud and aloof, single-mindedly pursuing his goals. They couldn’t be more different - until they discover their shared love of fantasy novels. Fate may have brought them both to a new world, but Control is something neither of them can surrender. Ezra and Oberon must navigate the line between dominance and devotion - because in a world where magic bends to will, control is the only thing keeping them from losing everything. The only question - who will give in first? Genres: Transmigration, System, Magic, Intense Romance, (R-18), Action boyxboy (bxb) and gay pairings (MCxML as well as side characters) Updated Daily. Please support this story so that these boys can have their happy ending! --Excerpt-- "It's a beautiful sky," Ezra remarked, brushing against Oberyn as they stood side by side, staring upward. "Looking up, I could almost forget I’m in a new world. The sky is just the same as the one on my Earth." Oberyn didn’t step away. He let himself enjoy the moment. "I think I’d like to hear about your world, sometime." Ezra smirked. "Only if you tell me about your moon." Oberyn’s heart skipped. He’d nearly forgotten telling Ezra that he was from the moon. He was surprised the human even remembered. Their hands were close enough to touch - to lock fingers if they wanted. Oberyn curled his hand, thinking about the sensation, indulging himself for the shortest of moments before he broke away. “We’d better get going."
its_alan · 7K Views

Heartbeat Rhapsody [BL]

(my fuel is readers support, please support me in this journey for wsa 2025) Silas knew that being born as an omega meant his life wouldn't have many choices—unless you came from a privileged family, where your trait didn't matter and you could live comfortably. When a baron adopted him, Silas saw a glimmer of hope and vowed to repay the man he called father. However, though it was better than life in the orphanage, Silas knew he would never truly belong to the family. He was groomed to obey, and his adoptive father planned to use him to expand connections with noble families. As he grew older, his father repeatedly offered him in marriage to the son of a grand duke, an alpha, only to be rejected every single time. Eventually, just before the grand duke's son left for military service, his father received an answer: the grand duke's son agreed to the connection—but only on the condition that Silas would be a consort. It wasn't uncommon for alphas to have multiple consorts, though it wasn't what Silas desired. Still, as an omega, this was the only way he could repay the baron's kindness. * Silas remembered what Alric was like back when they were at the academy. Cold, quiet, and someone who despised omegas. He knew what kind of fate awaited him and gave up on the kind of love he often read about in books. After all, real life wasn't the same as the fantasies penned by writers. Instead, Silas decided to prepare himself for decorating the "cage" he would live in—a life filled with the constant refrain of "at least, at least, at least." He would get used to it. He had to. But something felt different. Why was Alric treating him so differently now compared to the way he had back in school? Alric's eyes were filled with a tenderness and sorrow that Silas couldn't understand. It was the kind of look that made Silas want to hold him close. — (Read the info for more additions)
chacantsleep · 7.8K Views

The Alpha's Forsaken Mate

[Trigger Warning: Mature Content] They say the Silvermoonlight Masquerade changes fates. It did for Lydia Ashford too, but she lost more than she gained. In a world where strength defines worth, she was wolfless, but she refused to be weak. With beauty that shimmered like stardust in the midnight sky and a mind as sharp as a dagger, Lydia was a name spoken with both awe and envy. But admiration was never enough. She forged her own path, honing her combat skills, proving her intelligence, and standing beside Theodore Sinclair, the Alpha’s son, through every challenge. If she could not shift, she would rise in every other way. The Masquerade should have been another step toward securing her future. Yet fate had other plans. One sip of wine. One moment of weakness. One stranger’s touch. And everything she built turned to ash. The man she trusted turned his back on her. The pack that once praised her cast her aside. And the child growing inside her became her only reason to survive. Banished. Forgotten. A name only whispered in shame. Yet, Lydia did not break, she endured. Five years later, she returns—not as the girl they discarded, but as a woman ready to reclaim her life. But fate is not done with her. Because the man who marked her as his? The one who unknowingly fathered her child? He’s standing right in front of her. And this time, he’s not letting her go. ...... The glass hovered near her lips.  "Drink," Nickolas commanded, his voice rough with hunger.  Lydia obeyed, parting her lips as the rich, red liquid flowed onto her tongue. But before she could swallow, his mouth was on hers—hot, demanding, merciless.  The wine spilled between them, sliding over her lips, down her chin. But he didn’t stop. He deepened the kiss, his tongue sweeping inside, stealing the taste straight from her mouth, devouring every shaky breath she tried to take.  By the time he pulled away, she was trembling.  His fingers tilted the glass. A slow trickle of wine spilled onto her collarbone, rolling between her breasts, gliding down her stomach.  The moment the first drop touched her skin, his mouth followed.  His lips grazed the delicate curve of her neck before he dragged his tongue along the slick trail of wine, chasing every drop as it slipped between her breasts. His teeth scraped her skin, and before she could react, he latched onto her, sucking deep, his tongue flicking and teasing before his mouth sealed around her hardened peak.  Lydia arched beneath him, her hands fisting into the sheets as heat coiled low in her stomach.  "Nickolas," she gasped, her voice breathless, desperate.  He groaned against her skin, his grip tightening on her waist as he sucked harder, the wet heat of his mouth sending pleasure pulsing through her veins. He alternated between sharp, aching nips and long, slow strokes of his tongue, drawing soft moans from her lips. "Messy," he murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction as he pulled back just enough to watch her squirm beneath him. His fingers traced the path the wine had taken, slow, possessive.  Then his lips brushed lower, over her navel, his breath a sinful caress against her heated skin.  He smirked against her. "I thought your laughter was the most beautiful sound to my ears…" His fingers slid between her thighs, teasing, coaxing, pushing her to the edge without giving her what she needed.  Then, with a slow, deliberate bite against her inner thigh, he whispered, "Until I heard your moans."  A sharp gasp escaped her lips as he kissed her again, his hands gripping her hips, holding her right where he wanted.  "Nickolas," she whimpered.  He chuckled darkly, his lips trailing back up her body, lingering at her throat before he spoke against her ear. "I could get drunk off you."  Lydia swallowed, her body burning, her thoughts unraveling.  But deep down, she already knew—she was the one drowning. 
Joshan_Jo · 1.4K Views

Rise of the Rejected Deity from Chaos

—WSA 2025 ENTRY— The weakest loser they mocked for years wasn’t at all weak—he was a god in disguise, with the power to bring the world to its knees. “I want you to teach him humanity, so he who feels NOTHING but rage can at least learn morality” “And you trust a Demon to do that?” Seiya dreamed of becoming a hero, one of those legendary warriors everyone worships. But his Awakening failed, leaving him powerless and humiliated—a target for cruelty. Locked away and tormented by those he trusted, his suffering revealed the truth of his origin: he wasn’t just human. Unleashing powers that defy the laws of the world, such as his All-Seeing eyes—capable of negating time, absorbing skills used against him and granting him 360° vision. Seiya rises from the shadows, no longer a punching bag but a force that terrifies demons, monsters, and humans alike. Hero or villain? It doesn’t matter. He’s done obeying, done breaking for anyone. Now, they beg for mercy from the god they tried to crush. Seiya’s only question: should he grant it? Brace yourself for a journey of chaos, revenge, and the rise of an unstoppable power. ———————————————————— Yes! He does turn into a cold villain and loses all emotion except rage, but the process leading there might drag a little__stick around longer and you won’t regret it. Read the prologue next after this so you understand the world settings.
IntrovertedLass · 122.1K Views

Demonic Skeleton God

❗[Current Writing Contest-WebNovel Spirity Awards 2025 Fantas]❗ Flain grew up in a futuristic world. When he was born his parents didn't want him because he didn't live up to their expectations and so he ended up very badly. Flain was employed as a slave. He was forced to mine radioactive iron deep in the mines. It was drilled into his head that he existed only to obey orders. Young Flain was obedient. He doubted some of it but knew nothing else. For years, he never saw a single ray of light; light was only spoken of among the others as a legend. The routine was the same: in the morning, he would take a nutrient tablet and water. Then he would mine all day, sleep eight hours, and repeat. Flain worked like this from childhood until he was ten years old. He even found a friend, but that friend died of radiation poisoning right in front of Flain. Flain couldn't stop mining. He kept mining with tears streaming down his face. Before bed, Flain cried. "I will become the strongest. I will kill you all, and you will become my slaves." Flain stopped crying, stared blankly at the rocky ceiling, then looked ahead. A manic grin appeared on his face, one that would often adorn it from that moment on. At the age of ten, Flain was assigned to a military camp due to his endurance in the mines and his survival against radiation. In the camp, Flain was trained. The regime was much looser; he even had an hour of free time each day. However, Flain didn't make any more friends. Even during his free time, he trained with a smile. He would achieve his goal at any cost, even if it meant training himself to death. Experiments were conducted on Flain. He lost his hair, two long gray arms grew on his back, and a third red eye appeared. Flain became a mutant. Flain was then sent to war. He fought with sharp katabas. He performed quite well in the war, earning himself command of ten soldiers and becoming a small commander. But one day, everything changed. Flain then dies, is swallowed by darkness, and Flain refuses to die, thus appearing as a skeleton in a fantasy world.
Morfus · 27.5K Views

Betrayed By Husband, Stolen By Brother In Law

Melanie Collins was the perfect wife—caring, strong, and dependable. For the last few years, she had managed her husband’s messy family, and business alone while waiting for her husband to return from studying abroad. But when he finally came back, Melanie’s world fell apart—he wasn’t alone. Along with him was his 'best' friend. Broken and confused about the change in her husband, Melanie didn’t know where to turn. And then she stumbled into another cold reality. Everything she had believed was a lie. Seething with anger and humiliation, as she tried to come to terms with the betrayal, an unexpected person steps into the picture, intent on seducing her and conquering her. The only problem? The man was her ex brother in law... And against her better judgment, she is attracted to this bad boy... But as Melanie tried to make sense of the changes, she discovered there was more going on than she ever imagined. Had both brothers loved really fallen in love with her? Or was she just a pawn in a bigger game? excerpt Since he had already been leaning against the table, he simply slid onto it, and with one swift motion, he hooked his boot around the leg of her chair and pulled it—pulled her—closer.The sudden movement made her jolt slightly, and when she looked up or rather when she looked ahead, she found herself staring directly at the zipper of his jeans... She looked up then and met his gaze. He caught her chin," Would you like to check if I am only pretending, sweet melon?"Melanie stiffened. And then pushed back her chair suddenly, so that Adam almost lost his balance, as she stood up. Before he could balance himself, she placed her hand on his shoulder, her fingers brushing against his neck.  Adam stiffened, his eyes glittering as he waited to see what she would do next. And she, of course surprised him as her other hand, slowly settled on the inside of his thigh. And then, the hand on his shoulder started to move. Her fingers tracing the side of his neck before lifting as she shot a glance to the corner of his mouth. The little piece of metal glinting there. She flicked at it lightly, barely a touch, but Adam could feel the heat all over his body, as she leaned in close, her lips barely a few centimetres away...so that they could both feel each other's breaths… She smiled slowly then. "Careful, Adam," she murmured, her voice playful, but carrying the unmistakable edge of a challenge. "Keep pushing, and I just might call your bluff."
har_k · 86.1K Views

More Than A Baby Mama: Less Than A Wife (A Vintage Love)

There's nothing more important than love, Mila always told herself. Even when her boyfriend cheated on her and accused her of stealing, leading to her being fired, Mila still held onto her belief. For a 24-year-old young woman to survive in a big city where she knew nobody but her cheating boyfriend, Mila had to look for work elsewhere not just anywhere, but The Montclair Club. For one night, she served as a salesperson for the launch of a new wine. As the saying goes, (In vino veritas) Truth in wine. Mila's truth was letting her hair down and having fun just for one night. The innocent woman had her own taste of a 'one wild night.' The result? A positive pregnancy test. Mila became pregnant by the hot-tempered, international playboy and heir of the Montclair Conglomerate, from a family of old money. Zyran Ciro Montclair is known to have a special hatred for the words family and poor. He only believes that the poor are leeches and liars. At the moment, the luxury of pride wasn't something Mila could afford. Jobless, pregnant, and left alone in the big city, Mila decided to go after her baby's daddy. Even if he might reject her, she had to try. And somehow, in her pursuit, she ended up on the early morning news: 'Noblesse Oblige: Montclair Heir to Marry an Unknown Poor Country Girl. It's giving Rich Prince and The Pauper. A 21st-century Fairytale.' What could possibly go wrong? you may ask. Stepping into the rarefied and unhinged world of the Montclairs, Mila realized that their realm wasn't the same as her world of black and white. Her perception of life was turned upside down, and she couldn't help but wonder. What could be so poisonous yet so good as power and money? Will Mila's love endure when faced with Zyran's 12 rules for their marriage, including the humiliating demand of: Rule No 6: “Submission is key: When I say kneel, you'll drop to all fours. Don't question it, just obey.” Will she allow herself to be consumed by the corruption that comes with wealth, or will she spread her innocence and show Zyran a world where people don't have to be used? Can their love survive the poisonous influences of power and money? . . . . . . Instagram account: Pluma_W143 Facebook page: Plumadidi Tiktok: @Plumadidi Cover belongs to me. Art by Kelveendraws
Pluma_W143 · 37.2K Views

30 Days of Passion and Revenge

Ethan Blackwood wasn’t used to being defied. As the CEO of a global empire, he crushed obstacles with a single glance. But when Lily Anderson stood before him, her chin lifted in quiet defiance, and something in him snapped. "Sign the contract," he said, his voice like ice. "30 days. You’ll obey every command. After that, you’re free." She hesitated, her fingers trembling as she gripped the pen. "And if I refuse?" His smirk was cold, but his eyes burned. "Then you’ll spend the rest of your life paying off your father’s debts. Your choice." Trapped, Lily signed. But she vowed one thing: she wouldn’t let him break her. From the first day, their clash was electric. He demanded perfection; she gave him rebellion. "You think you can control me?" she spat, after he criticized her for being late. Ethan stepped closer, his presence overwhelming. "I don’t just control you. Lily, I own you." But as the days passed, the lines between them blurred. Late nights in his penthouse turned into whispered conversations. His cold demeanor cracked, revealing glimpses of a man haunted by his past. One night, after a heated argument, he pinned her against the wall, his breath hot against her ear. "Why do you fight me so much?" Her voice trembled. "Because I’m afraid if I stop, I’ll lose myself to you." Their connection deepened, but danger loomed. Secrets from Ethan’s past resurfaced, threatening to destroy everything. When Lily discovered the truth behind his obsession with her, she confronted him. "Was I just a pawn in your game? A way to settle an old score?" His eyes darkened with pain. "You were never just a game, Lily. You’re the only thing that’s ever felt real." As the final days of their contract approached, their bond was tested like never before. Enemies closed in, and trust hung by a thread. Could they overcome the shadows of their pasts, or would their love crumble under the weight of secrets and pride?
novel_evaray · 446.6K Views

First crime record

Protagonist: Huang Zhong: Male, 17 years old at the beginning of the story, in the critical period of youth rebellion. He is thin, with slightly messy short hair, and his eyes are often stubborn and confused. Because he grew up in a repressive family environment for a long time, he is sensitive and has a strong self-esteem. He usually wears simple T-shirts and jeans, and there are occasionally some stains on his clothes, which is a small portrayal of his unruly life. He lives with his parents in a residential building in an old community. The small and dim room carries his countless sleepless nights. The walls of the room are covered with posters of his favorite rock bands, which is his yearning for freedom. Key characters: Father: Male, in his forties, an ordinary factory worker, busy all day for the family's livelihood. Long-term fatigue makes him slightly hunched, and his face is full of traces of time. He is not good at speaking and has serious communication barriers with Huang Zhong. When Huang Zhong rebels and makes mistakes, he always treats him in a simple and rough way, which also deepens the gap between father and son. Mother: Female, also in her forties, is an ordinary housewife with a gentle but somewhat cowardly personality. Faced with the conflict between her husband and son, she often feels powerless and can only cry secretly. She always manages the big and small affairs of the family, trying to maintain this shaky home with silent efforts. Best friend: Male, about the same age as Huang Zhong, a boy with a generous personality and a strong sense of friendship. He is tall and strong, with two deep dimples when he smiles, giving people a sunny and cheerful feeling. He and Huang Zhong met on the street and experienced many rebellious days together. When Huang Zhong was in danger, he always stood up without hesitation. The injury that time to protect Huang Zhong became an important opportunity for Huang Zhong's life transformation.
Daphnexiao · 2.6K Views

The Duskthrone Leagecy

The Duskthrone Legacy "There are names that should never be spoken... and one who could name what even gods fear." The Duskthrone Dukedom—a name draped in shadows and sealed behind centuries of silence—stands as a throne untouched by time. The Duskthrone family, bound by a lineage older than kingdoms, carries powers whispered to be the remnants of something lost to the gods themselves. They are the Keepers of the Nameless Truths, those who defy the laws of existence with powers capable of rewriting reality itself. Few dare to question the Duskthrone bloodline, for those who do often find their very names erased from memory. Its heir, Asher Duskthrone, emerges from the depths of isolation, his existence a whispered legend among nobles, a secret buried beneath fear and reverence. Few have seen him. Fewer still dare to speak his name. Behind his cold, unreadable gaze lies something the world cannot fathom—a power neither wholly mortal nor bound by divine law. The Eidolon Pantheon, those who carved existence from the void, turn their eyes toward him from behind veils of eternity. There are laws even gods must obey... but there are older truths—nameless, formless—that stir beneath the surface of reality. Whispers speak of Genesis bound to Origin—a power both before creation and beyond it—buried within Asher's very soul. The blood of Duskthrone carries the weight of unwritten names, a force that could name what even gods fear... or erase what was never meant to exist. Yet even Asher himself is blind to what lies dormant within him—his power waiting, watching, bound by chains unseen until the moment the world forces him to awaken. There are ancient prophecies scattered across forgotten texts—verses forbidden by divine decree—hinting at a voice that will rise from mortal flesh. A voice that speaks not of what is, but of what could have been... and what should never be. Those who stand too close to him feel the pull of something they cannot name—an absence where existence frays at the edges. The gods watch in silence, bound by their own fear. What will happen when that voice begins to stir? When Asher Duskthrone speaks— The world will listen... and the gods will tremble. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Azrael_Winterangel · 2.5K Views

The Villains Must Win

I’m a proud NEET who’s devoured every romance novel, manga, webtoon, and otome game out there. Just when I thought I’d conquered it all, a black bunny appeared in my dream. “Congrats! You’ve been chosen to help villains win across multiple worlds!” “Like a game?” “Uh . . . sure.” “Great, I’m in!” And just like that, I became an agent of the Villain System. Time to rewrite some happily-ever-afters—villain style. **[NOTE!]** This novel features multiple short arcs, each exploring different tropes such as ancient China, the modern world, beasts, werewolves, vampires, fantasy, school romance, idol groups—you name it! The twist? Each arc focuses on our MC making the villain (male) triumph over the male and female leads. The story is written primarily in 2nd and 3rd person POV for a dynamic and immersive experience. || Excerpt || [WARNING! MATURE Content Ahead!] “Then serve me . . . properly.” The command was both sensual and authoritative, and Xue Li’s pulse quickened under his intense gaze. The air between them grew heavy, her trembling hands faltering as she began to run the sponge across his chest, her touch featherlight against his scars. “Y-yes your majesty.” Xue Li’s hand trembled slightly as she dipped the towel into the warm, fragrant water, her breath catching as she squeezed it out over Han Feng’s shoulders. The water cascaded down his chiseled frame, tracing every ridge and contour of his muscles. She swallowed hard, focusing intently on her task, though her heart raced like a drum in her chest. She began at his shoulders, her touch gentle as the towel glided over his skin. His scars, a mix of old battles and untold stories, caught her attention, and she hesitated for a brief moment before continuing. The warmth of the water mixed with the heat radiating from his body, and the intimacy of the moment sent a shiver up her spine. Han Feng leaned back slightly, watching her through half-lidded eyes, his expression unreadable. “Slower,” he murmured, his voice a low rumble that made her pulse skip. Xue Li obeyed, her movements becoming more deliberate as she ran the sponge across his chest, down the defined lines of his abdomen. Each stroke felt unbearably sensual, her fingers brushing his skin as she worked. She tried to maintain her composure, but the proximity to him, the sheer physicality of his presence, made her feel as though the air had thickened. When she reached his arms, he extended one lazily, letting her clean him as though it were his divine right. Her hand moved carefully, trailing down his forearm to his wrist, her touch so soft it almost tickled. Han Feng’s silence was oppressive yet charged, the pressure of his gaze pinning her in place. As she lowered the sponge to his torso again, her hand faltered briefly near the sharp line of his hipbone. The water ran over his skin like liquid fire, and her breath hitched when she noticed the slight curve of his lips, a hint of satisfaction playing there. “You’re trembling,” he said, his voice velvet smooth, making her flinch. “I-It’s the steam, Your Majesty,” she stammered, though she knew it was a poor excuse. Han Feng chuckled softly, the sound deep and rich. “Hmm . . . Is that so? Then you have no problem cleaning my cock right?” Xue Li's eyes trembled, on the verge of tears, which seemed to please Han Feng. His smile grew wider as he urged her on. "Go on. You're going to serve me properly, aren't you?"
MiuNovels · 81.6K Views

"The Chains of The Heart"

In a world where power dynamics between Alphas, Betas, and Omegas dictate status and relationships, Rion an orphaned Omega, is desperate to save his younger brother Leon, who lies in a coma. Struggling to gather the funds for Leon's life-saving surgery, Rion strikes a deal with Jeakyung, a cold and dominant Alpha from an influential family. The deal comes with three unbreakable conditions: Rion belongs to Jeakyung, he must obey his every command, and-above all-he is forbidden from falling in love. Jeakyung harbors a deep disdain for Omegas for some reason. However, as their physical encounters intensify, so do the unspoken emotions between them. Despite the boundaries that were set, both Rion and Jeakyung find themselves drawn to one another in ways neither expected. Rion struggles with his growing feelings, hoping that Jeakyung might one day see him as someone beyond their deal . Meanwhile, Jeakyung is confronted by his own fears and past traumas that have shaped his view of love and trust. As tensions rise, secrets unravel, and outside threats loom, Rion and Jeakyung must navigate a complex web of power, desire, and forbidden emotion. Can love bloom in a world that has conditioned them to believe it doesn't exist? Or will the rules they created become the very thing that tears them apart? There also many other characters in this story who navigate their own journey. This is a story of vulnerability, crime, resilience, and the undeniable pull of the heart-no matter how broken or guarded it may be.
Anastasia2025 · 3.5K Views

Reincarnated as a Perfume Mogul with a Dark Past

In his past life, Lucian Graves built an empire—only to watch it crumble beneath the weight of betrayal. The taste of ruin, the scent of treachery—he remembers them well. But fate is not so kind as to let him rest. Reborn as Leon von Edevane, heir to a fading aristocratic dynasty, he awakens in a world where power is not shouted but whispered, where battles are fought behind gilded masks, and where the right scent can captivate a heart, shatter a mind, or bend a will. With memories of a past life’s downfall and a talent for perfumery beyond human comprehension, he steps into an industry that is far more than luxury—it is influence, seduction, and control woven into fragrance. The world believes in power carved from steel and gold, but Lucian knows the truth: Power is invisible. Power lingers in the air, wrapping around those who breathe it in, making them dream, desire… obey. As he plays the high-stakes game of aristocracy and business, outmaneuvering rivals who underestimate him, an obsession begins to take root. Somewhere in this world lies the perfect scent—a fragrance that can rewrite fate itself. But the deeper he delves, the more he begins to wonder—is he the master of this power, or merely its vessel? In a world where the air is thick with ambition and every inhale could be a trap, Leon von Edevane walks a fine line between a perfumer, a kingmaker, and something far more dangerous. When the scent of destiny calls, will he be the one who wears it—or the one consumed by it? _________________________________________________________________________________________________ A tale of intrigue, obsession, and the intoxicating pursuit of absolute control.
Avivaah · 1.3K Views

Song of the Gardener of Souls [BL]

Rowan sees beauty in death. The Order he has sworn to obey only sees defilement. As the reviled Caretaker of the Order, Rowan has accepted his role as a dutiful outcast because he believes it is the only way to prove his worth to the man who holds his sisters’ souls as collateral. With his magic and his voice, Rowan can absorb death and transform it, but only in ways the Order deems acceptable to maintain the stability of the reality it claims to protect Order must subdue Disorder. Reality must triumph over illusion. He is tainted and always will be. Rowan has never questioned those lessons, but that changes the night he harvests a crimson soul that is more than human and chooses to keep it a secret. When Rowan’s song transforms that soul into a beautiful and mysterious man he names Wren, he is forced to accept that sometimes duty is a lie and illusion is the only thing you can trust. As the fabric of the Order begins to unwind and a new kind of Disorder takes hold, Rowan will need to choose again, stand with the Order that held him down, or forge a new path with Wren at his side. He may be the only one who can restore balance to the worlds, but only if he can find balance within himself first. ************************************* Updates 3-4 times per week. Note: This story focuses on relationships. I promise an epic romance, lots of swoon-worthy moments, and a healthy amount of fluff. When it does get steamy…you might get burned. Fair warning for explicit content. I don’t shy away from my spice. There are lots of side characters and couples to fall in love with, in addition to the main couple. If you love the idea of found family, you will be happy. This book is set in a non-heteronormative world, so you will see various gender identities/expressions and types of love. ************************************* Excerpt (if you want the full steamy version, you will have to read the book!): Still reeling from the new magic that coursed under his skin and unsure of how to react to the desire that threatened to take control of him, Rowan froze. Wren's hot breath against his mouth sent a jolt of pleasure through his body, and he choked back a groan. A different kind of panic flared in Rowan's chest, burning him as if he were the one on fire. This was what he wanted, what he'd thought about every night since Wren left. But wanting more was one thing. Acting on it was another. He'd spent so much of his life hiding, he didn't know how to do anything else. One corner of Wren's mouth twitched as Rowan pulled away. When he attempted to free himself from Wren's grasp, Wren just hauled him closer. Rowan liked that he didn't have to think about what to do next. His bare chest thudded against Wren's torso, and the heat from Wren's body merged with Rowan's skin, melting him from the inside out. "What did you just do to me?" Wren's deep voice vibrated against Rowan's chest. "The Disorder of your illusion was holding you captive. I…I absorbed it." "Oh? Where did you learn to do that? Have I been gone that long?" Wren's grip loosened slightly on Rowan's wrists as if he was satisfied now that Rowan was practically sitting on top him. Rowan stared at Wren's lips. He opened his mouth to protest, but immediately closed it again. "I know you aren't going to say that I shouldn't touch you." Wren's free hand splayed over the small of Rowan's back. "Not when you started it." Rowan's breath hitched. "No. I'm not going to say that anymore. Not to you." "I thought you were afraid to be touched." Wren's fingers traced a circle over the curve of Rowan's spine as if testing for a reaction. "I know that I'm not afraid of you." Rowan waited for the panic to set in, but all he felt was desire. "With you, I want…" "You want what?" "I want more." Triumph flared in Wren's gaze before he narrowed his eyes. "Really? Then why are you still trying to get away from me?"
LivChanin · 1M Views

Rebirth: Soulbound with the Devil

I am Lilith, the granddaughter of the Demon King. The moment my mother became pregnant with me, I was betrothed to the Devil as a show of gratitude for his mercy in sparing my people from execution alongside the other races. Immediately after my birth, it was the Devil who took care of me, overseeing my childhood all the way to adulthood, always watching over me. He granted me everything I wanted—so much so that all his secret treasures are now at my disposal. We were having a good time together until I laid my eyes on a particular slave named Lucas. I fell in love with Lucas in an inexplicable way, and the Devil would have killed him countless times if not for my constant interference. One day, I declared to the Devil my desire to marry Lucas. This proclamation infuriated him, and he intended to kill Lucas on the spot, but I threatened him with my own life, which compelled him to reluctantly agree to my wish, albeit in a rage. Surprisingly, he continued to try every means to please me and to make me forget about Lucas. He even went so far as to transfer all his powers to me, but I remained solely focused on Lucas. I followed all of Lucas's advice, which suggested that if I embarrassed the Devil enough, he would let me go. I began to act on that advice and even overdo it by publicly slapping him in front of his subjects, cursing him, and causing him to lose face. If not for the fear he instilled in their hearts, his subjects might have begun to criticize him. Throughout all this, he did not seem angry with me; instead, he sealed off all my senses and married me. When I regained my senses, I was furious to find that I had caused immense trouble in his territory. I rushed to Lucas to explain my predicament, and it was he who suggested that I end the Devil's life. I hesitated, but the idea didn’t seem so bad after all. I began planning, or rather, I didn’t really execute any plans and the Devil simply gave me his life willingly. I went to report to Lucas, only to find him overly excited. Lucas was, in fact, not a slave but the Prince of the Fox Race, he's among those that Devil spared. It turned out he had been trying every possible means to harm the Devil, and I had unwittingly become his perfect pawn. I couldn’t comprehend how it all happened, but I became the slave of Lucas and was treated terribly by him. He kept me alive solely because of my beautiful face, and I became nothing more than his prized possession. I regretted everything; I had betrayed the one who truly loved me. I no longer wished to live! Bound from head to toe in chains, I was dragged out of my cell. For the first time amid all this chaos, I saw the familiar sun—the sun that the Devil had worked so hard to create for me. I smiled bitterly, and my gaze fell upon a nearby hard rock. I moved closer and, before anyone could intervene, I struck my head against it forcefully. “I will soon join my real husband,” I thought to myself, but I couldn't shake off what Lucas had told me: “Someone who took care of you since you were a child, who loved you and always sought to please you; you ended his life mercilessly. You are a sin!” I agreed; I was indeed a sin. If there were a chance, I wished for the opportunity to fix my wrongdoing and to obey him. My prayers were answered, and I was reborn—but... why was I reborn to the day I slapped him publicly? Warning: this novel is filled with mature contents and frightening experiences ignore this novel if you don't have rock heart.
ChristianahNikky · 409 Views
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