Acotar Dress

At the age of ten, he shyly called out "Sister Jiang," a slender, small boy obedient like a little milk dog. She imitated the adults, kissing his forehead to comfort him. When they met again, he was dressed in a sharp suit with gold-rimmed glasses, his every move as noble and pure as glimmering frost and snow, unapproachably lofty. Tearing off that scholar's disguise, he finally revealed his fangs in the darkness. "Isn't this what you taught me?" he whispered, encircling her slim waist from behind and seeking a kiss, his voice seductive, nearly playful as he called out those two words, "Sister Jiang." Jiang Jiu only then realized that the other party had long since become an obsessive and scheming mad dog, in a place she knew not of.

On the night of our wedding, my husband left me in the middle of the journey home. Walking in eight-centimeter high heels and dragging a cumbersome wedding dress, I finally made it back. But that's not the worst part. The worst was coming home to my husband and a beautiful woman, full of enjoyment as they shared a candlelit dinner. Su Nian was overcome with rage. You want to pour wine, huh? Alright, I can do that. However, sorry to disappoint, but the only person I'll be pouring wine on is you. My new novel "For the Love of a Billionaire: The Boss's Addiction to Marriage" has started serialization. The quality of my work is guaranteed, please read with confidence!

She, a modern hidden ghost leader of an organization which gathered insane prodigies proficient in the various differing skill-sets. Highly skilled in medicine and poison, executes covert assassinations, viewed as insane and demonic in the eyes of people of the world. Killed in an accident, and reborn into the body of a disfigured young girl. What? Face disfigured, identity stolen? A return to the family dim and hopeless? Her identity can be given up, her family can be forgone, but as for the one who harmed her predecessor who inhabited this same body, if she didn’t at least make them scream in unimaginable agony and throw them into a state of wretchedness, how could she live up to her demonic reputation? Endless turmoil ensues and it’s a battle to dominate over all! See how she shook the world dressed in a suit of red, her sword up against the dominant powers that rocked the Heavens! Her name spread across the seas, shocking the earth!

After transmigration, Qiao Sang found herself dressed as a junior high school student. Then came an exam. But wait, what kind of exam is it??? "What is the final evolutionary form of stinky loach called?" "What are the planets where humans have migrated." She is totally confused. Welcome to the world of beasts!

Six months of continuous heavy rainfall has caused global floods. The Arctic glaciers melted, sea levels rose, and seawater flowed backward into rivers. Ancient viruses sealed in ice have been revived, leading to biological mutations and racial evolution. Everyone is trapped at home, unable to go outside. Liang Yuan unexpectedly awakens a Lottery System, which not only allows him to win various daily necessities but also different attributes. When everyone is struggling with a lack of food and clothing, Liang Yuan is enjoying steak, drinking red wine, and having a meat-filled diet every meal. A sexy and alluring neighbor, wearing a spaghetti strap bodycon dress, knocks on his door late at night: "Little brother, can you lend some food to your sister?" Liang Yuan: "Sis, isn't everyone short on food nowadays? Do you really just show up empty-handed to borrow food?"

"Dragons and their spawn rule the skies, the land, and the seas... humanity survives in the cracks, dreaming of a comeback." _____ Power comes from the beast you tame. Wolves, hawks, snakes, spiders, chimeras, the stronger your summon, the brighter your future. Too bad for our protagonist. When everyone else summoned salamanders, eagles, troll dogs(not doge) or tigers, he got… Well, let’s just say the only thing lower on the food chain is dirt. Laughed at, bullied, and living as the butt of every joke, he’s not exactly winning. But giving up isn’t an option... His aging parents sold everything for his "failed" chance, and he won’t let it be for nothing. But hey, this is his story. The weakest beast tamer? Here’s the thing about being at the bottom: it teaches you how to climb. And dragons? Turns out they start small too. As kingdoms crumble under greed and external threats, the weakest tamer begins his rise. Follow his path as he unlocks a potential so rare, so terrifying, it leads to dragons… Every evolutionary line leads to the strongest ‘SSS Dragons’. _______ Warning: Contains world-ending dragons, ridicule-fueled underdog revenge, dragon-scaled protagonist, morally questionable nobles, insane creature evolutions and enough twists to make you wonder if weakest really means luckiest. A MC who’s out to prove everyone wrong… even if it kills him. Spoiler alert: It won’t. For those who love a whole lot of fun, this one’s for you. If you’re looking for a darker story, look somewhere else (Maybe Utopian System (;) This one’s about having fun and taming expectations. _______ If you want to know more about the cover: Yep, that's Luna, the FL... Her skin and clothes are morphing into shimmering scales from her dragon power. Remember Sailor Moon? Magical girls? Now imagine if the magical outfit wasn’t a cute dress, but an actual dragon! The dragon is the dress... It’s not just fashion; it’s fusion. High-level beasts tend to leave their mark, and Luna wears it like a boss, pulling off the ultimate power move. _______ We will use the same Discord from my first book, come join! https://discord.gg/W3CjfC2cw4 _______ Silly tags that seem to matter a lot to some readers: No Yaoi, No Yuri, Possibly Harem (Vote! I can write either, and in any case, there will be multiple girls. The only difference is whether he chooses one in the end or goes the "liberal" route.... democracy is yours!), No NTR.

“Wife...” “Not wife, ex-wife!!” She gritted her teeth, glaring at the handsome man who tried to please her. “Wife...” “Get lost! Turn around, walk ten meters forward, open the door, and leave, no need to see you off!” Looking at the flattering smile on his face, she finally couldn’t hold back anymore. She kicked him, then turned around, tears streaming down her face. The groom didn't show up for the wedding, yet he treated her tenderly, only to realize it was his way of humiliating her. The love she gave finally had a return when he admitted he loved her. On her most precious day, he gave her the most painful blow again. Was that unbearable scene the “gift” from him and his first love? After signing a divorce agreement, she truly felt that her marriage to him was just a joke. However, when she remarried, at the wedding, he domineeringly tore the wedding dress from her body. Facing the man she once loved the most, she smiled calmly: “Ex-husband, can you ever stop messing around?”

Three days. That’s how close I was to marrying Alistair, the man I’d loved for six years, the man whose life I’d literally saved with my own rare blood. I was just admiring the final pearl on my wedding dress, a gown I’d poured my soul into, when he called. The wedding? Off. He was marrying my stepsister, Ivy. Her dying wish, he said. Six months to live, maybe less. The kicker? He’d already taken my wedding dress from my studio for her. Just like that, six years, countless transfusions, our shared dreams – all tossed aside for the girl who’d made my life a living hell since childhood. He even offered me “compensation,” as if my future had a price tag. But if Alistair and Ivy thought I’d just crumble, they seriously underestimated me. They wanted my fiancé? Fine. But it would cost them. First, our multi-million-dollar fashion company, Evening Gala – built on my designs, my vision. He signed it over. Then, a cool million for the stolen dress. He paid. Another million for the wedding jewelry they dared to ask me to hand over for Ivy. Cha-ching. You’d think they’d learn. But no. Their next proposal was the most insulting yet: Alistair actually suggested that I should just wait. That after Ivy’s ‘inevitable’ passing in a few months, he and I could just pick up where we left off, have an even better wedding. Seriously? Enough was enough. If Ivy wanted to play bride with my life, she was going to get a taste of what happens when you push someone too far. Let's just say her hospital room celebration involved a lot more smoke, water, and screaming than she bargained for, all thanks to a little wedding gift from yours truly. Now they know I’m not the same Hazel they could walk all over. I’ve got my company, a pile of their cash, and a whole lot of scores to settle. They think this is over? This game of revenge is just getting started. And believe me, I play to win.

Blood-Soaked Wedding Dress: The Time-Travel Game of the Avenger is a grand European and American romantic epic interweaving time travel, vengeance, and forbidden desire! When modern bride Alison is stabbed by her groom on their wedding day, she unexpectedly gains an alchemical pocket watch that grants her the power to traverse time and space. Her vow: to rewrite the century-old evil bloodline of the Lancaster family. With each time leap, she dons a blood-drenched wedding gown, hunting for revenge in the shadows of plague-ridden villages, witch trials, and the Opium Wars. But is the alchemist who made the deal with her a true ally or a more dangerous trap? When she discovers Charles can peer through all timelines from his mirrored prison, this revenge game spirals into a dual imprisonment of soul and flesh. Desire ignites amid blades and incantations, while bloodshed and romance entwine in the fissures of time—only by tearing through all time-spaces can she reclaim freedom from eternal chains. 120 chapters of roller-coaster time hunts, each a deadly gamble against fate!

She doesn’t remember who she is. He wants to prove himself. And the Perennial Forest is done waiting. Pecola is blind. But her world is far from dark. Haunted by glowing spirits called Breaths and chased by flickers of forgotten memories, she enters a forest no one returns from—except her. And she has no idea why. Antic is trouble with a smirk. He’s not cursed—just clumsy, chaotic, and not nearly as powerful as the warriors in his realm want him to be. When his family is destroyed by a rival clan, all he wants is revenge... until he meets her. Together, they stumble into a journey neither of them asked for—guided by a porcelain doll with abandonment issues (Dolly), a grim-faced swordsman with secrets (Grin), and the dangerous, sensual magic of a world built on memory, grief, and desire. QUICK PEAK: "Don't move," Antic said, voice low. Pecola froze mid-step. "Why?" "Because," he whispered, eyes locked on her, "if you take one more step in that dress, I might combust." She tilted her head, blank as always. "Combust?" He nodded, nose already bleeding. "Tragically. Violently. With a little sparkle." A beat. Her lip twitched. "You're disgusting." "I'm aware," he said, wiping his face with the back of his hand, "but I'm also charming. And very, very emotionally unstable. So please, keep talking." A ghost screamed in the distance. Neither of them looked.

His wife, His mistake – Synopsis Four years ago, Arya vanished. No goodbye. No trace. No explanation. But she took one thing with her — his child. When Arya discovered her billionaire husband’s affair, she didn’t argue. She signed the divorce papers, packed her silence, and disappeared into the world… carrying a secret he’d never know. Now, four years later, Damon Blackwood sees her again — not on purpose — but at a charity gala, standing across the room in a black dress… holding a little boy who looks just like him. The past rushes back. So do the questions. Why did she leave? Why didn’t she tell him? And why does seeing her again make his cold heart beat faster? He wants answers. She wants to run. But the truth? It wants to be revealed.

"The Bride Who Was Left Behind" "Midnight After the Vows" "Veil of Shame" "When the Groom Never Came" **** “Left at the altar. Broken in front of the world. And in the arms of a stranger by midnight.” Calliah thought she had it all — the perfect dress, the perfect man, the perfect day. But when her groom vanishes and her father collapses at the altar, her dream wedding spirals into a nightmare. Drenched in rain, drowning in shame, she stumbles into the city’s most dangerous slot house — and into the arms of a green-eyed stranger with a wicked smile and secrets of his own. One night. One mistake. One man who makes her forget. But forgetting has a price. Because some scars don’t fade with time… and some strangers aren’t strangers at all. A gripping dark romance about heartbreak, survival, and the fire that rises from ruin.

Seventeen-year-old Yuuji Aikawa is everything a model student should be: organized, top of his class, and emotionally untouchable. With his crisp uniforms and perfectly aligned notebooks, Yuuji lives by quiet rules—don’t draw attention, don’t get involved, and never let anyone see beneath the surface. Enter Ren Sakamoto, the transfer student with a silver earring, ink-stained fingers, and a smirk that defies authority. Ren is chaos in human form. He talks back to teachers, never follows the dress code, and for reasons only the universe seems to understand, decides that Yuuji is his new favorite target. After a classroom disruption lands them both in after-school library detention, Yuuji finds himself cornered into spending his quiet afternoons with the very person who seems determined to unravel him. But as pages are shelved and insults are exchanged, a different kind of tension begins to simmer—one that neither of them wants to admit. Behind the sarcasm, silences, and stolen glances, Yuuji starts to question the life he's worked so hard to control. And Ren, for all his bravado, starts to realize that some people are worth holding on to—even if it means letting his guard down. In a world of school bells, whispered poetry, and ink-stained hands, two boys from opposite worlds find themselves caught in a story neither of them meant to write.

I got kicked out of my house after getting caught with my neighbor’s wife. Now I’m stuck living in a run-down apartment complex I can barely afford. But this place? It's full of sexy milfs — and they’re not exactly shy. From the moment I move in, it’s clear these women want more than just a friendly hello. Tight dresses, hungry eyes, teasing smiles… I might’ve lost my old home, but something tells me life at MILF Apartments is just getting started.

The Crusades against the Nuralists have begun waged to defend the faith of Solarinism and reclaim the holy land taken by the Infidels. The Church has declared a sacred war to purge heresy and restore the light to a world slipping into darkness. Follow Caelen, a young soldier who fights not just with bullets, but with his beliefs. In the grueling, blood-soaked trenches filled with mud, fire, and death he begins to question the very war he was raised to believe in. Is this truly divine will? Or merely madness dressed in flame? As cities fall and zealots rise, the war for faith has only just begun.

Venice thought her mind was playing tricks on her— Until the walls of her world started whispering back. Strange things keep appearing in her room. Unspoken memories feel too sharp to be dreams. And the one person she’s not sure she should trust… might be the only one who sees her. But how do you know what’s real— When obsession disguises itself as devotion? This isn’t a love story. This is possession dressed as protection. And in onyx darkness, no one walks away clean. Trigger Warnings: Obsession, emotional manipulation, psychological abuse, trauma, sexual content, grief, violence, gaslighting, coercion, stalking, and BDSM themes.

He rushed down the dimly lit hotel corridor, his breath quickening with every step. Sweat dripped from his brow. He pulled off his tie, tearing his shirt open in a frenzy. His steps were getting heavier. He was desperate to reach his room. Finally, he fumbled with the lock, heart racing, only to freeze at the sight before him. A woman in a striking red dress stood inside, a glinting knife in one hand and a wine glass in the other, her eyes fixed on him with a chilling smile. The air crackled with danger, and in that instant, he realized he might not be the one in control after all.

I’ve been reincarnated into a tragic novel—into the body of a villainess who’s hated no matter what she does. But that despair didn’t last long. "We’ll immediately alter the dress to suit the Lady’s taste!" "Of course, there’s no such thing as homework." "You’re the one and only jewel of the empire, just as you wished." Even just frowning and staying silent makes everyone around me obediently follow my words. Why should I live like a pushover again? Honestly, living as a villainess like this is way more comfortable. If I’m going to be a villainess anyway, I might as well be a filthy rich one. So I used all the knowledge I had—and as a result: "May I have the honor of escorting the Lady tonight?" Not only did my father fall in line— but even a hidden mastermind villain, who wasn’t in the original storyline, suddenly rolled right into my life?!

She was a bride on her wedding day. By morning, she was a slave in chains. Aurelia’s world ends the moment it should’ve begun. Her wedding dress still clings to her skin when demons slaughter her husband and drag her from everything she’s ever loved. Sold at auction like cattle, her worth is measured in gold—not screams. And her buyer? He is Tenebrarum Mortifer—the demon whose name turns kings to ash. Cold. Cruel. Untouchable. He didn’t buy her for love. He bought her to break her. But Aurelia does not shatter. Her grief becomes fire. Her hatred, a blade. And the more she resists, the more the monster who owns her begins to unravel. What began as torment twists into something far more dangerous. She was meant to be his plaything. Now, she’s the one breaking him. --- In a kingdom ruled by demons, where broken girls burn brighter than magic—can a soul forged in grief ignite a love even hell can’t destroy?

Walking the earth with a sword in hand Love and hate freely without a plan Stray into the red dust and grievances rise Emotions become the hero’s demise A bloodstained dress is the emperor’s dream The battlefield is not what it seems One sword may bind or break the heart Next life we’ll stay forever apart ----- When a twist of fate causes high school junior Wang Jingyuan to transmigrate into an alternate universe—one where Wuxia and palace struggles play out in real life—she promptly finds herself deeply entangled in power schemes, war, and heartbreak. Left with only her wits, modern knowledge, and all the dramas she’s ever watched, she must navigate this new world and become the smart and strong protagonist of her own story—without losing herself. As the worlds collide and fates intertwine, will Wang Jingyuan find her happily ever after, or will reality shatter every beautiful daydream? ----- Note: This is an ORIGINAL story, not a translation! All rights reserved. Warning: There will be minor cursing in the story.

On her wedding day, Isabella thought she had it all — the man she loved, the perfect dress, and her family’s blessing. Until she discovered the groom she adored was secretly in love… with her sister. Betrayed and left for dead, Isabella wakes up five years earlier — before her engagement, before the lies. This time, she won’t be their victim. This time, she’ll make them pay. And she’ll use their most dangerous enemy — the ruthless CEO who once destroyed her family — as her weapon… and maybe her lover.

In her first life, she was a royal punching bag—a forgotten princess locked in the palace dungeon for crimes she didn’t commit. Cold, quiet, and utterly alone, they finally shipped her off in a fancy dress to marry into a foreign empire. She died on day shortly after her marriage. In her second life, she was reborn in the modern world. No swords, no nobles, no prison chains. Just Wi-Fi, snacks, and peace. She loved it. Naturally, but her life ended on one night, Now, in her third life... she’s back in the empire. Again. But plot twist: she wakes up with the power of the legendary First Emperor in her body, god-tier sword skills, and superhuman strength. She could probably conquer the world before lunch. Too bad she’d rather stay in bed or earn money. With annoying princes showing up at her door, a husband trying to woo her after cheating, shady nobles panicking over her return, and her old enemies wondering why she can now casually split mountains with a butter knife... all she wants is a nap, a snack, and maybe a soft pillow and importantly peaceful life and only one thing can give human peace truly find out what it is in novel. Revenge? Ruling? Saving the empire? Nah. She’s on break. but unknowingly she did save everyone.

For Jamie Vayne, life could be better, but he’s not complaining. His career as a musician might not be on the fast track, and he still has to work to earn a paycheck, but his following on a particular platform for the naughty eye in search of the sexy guy is on the rise, and his hookup success nears one hundred percent in terms of both sides’ satisfaction. Life is far from a straight line, and certain enticing curves are to be expected. Less expected is having a curve ball thrown at him by no other than the Sunny Hill gossip rag, Xpress. A weirdo who loves dressing up now follows him around, ruining his chances to score, and the next thing he knows, his failures are displayed in bold letters for all the campus’s entertainment. Jamie loves a challenge. He’ll catch Xpress, and when he does... That’s what this story is about.

Everyone has a point in their lives were they obsess over how they look, talk and dress. Looks are important, but aren't they as important a personalities?

Alexis never meant to attend the masked ball. She’s just a red-haired orphan crashing at her wealthy friend’s city penthouse, trying to disappear before moving to Germany and starting over. But one night, one crimson dress, and one pair of watching eyes change everything. He calls himself Kai. Mysterious, magnetic, and terrifyingly composed, he’s a vampire prince hiding in plain sight among the elite. He was supposed to taste her and forget her. But Alexis doesn’t scare. Doesn’t beg. Doesn’t bend. And that makes her dangerous. What begins as temptation turns into obsession. As the nights deepen, Kai finds himself unraveling, and Alexis realizes that leaving might not be so simple not when desire turns into something darker, and the prince who can't feel finds himself craving the only human who dares to meet his gaze.

!!R18 | Mature | Dark Erotica | Dubious Consent | Submissive MC | Possessive Twins | Court Politics | Pain & Pleasure !! Liam thought he was being blessed. Instead, he was being claimed. On his 18th birthday, he woke up in a golden collar—lying on silk sheets in a see-through dress that clung to his soft skin. His body trembled. His lips parted. His fate pulsed against his throat like a curse he couldn’t remove. He was told it meant love. That he was mated. But fate didn’t give him a soulmate. It gave him two. Not lovers. Demons. Twin brothers. Kings of a realm soaked in power and cruelty. The door creaked open. Maximilian stepped in first—shirtless, silent, his body marked in dark tattoos that crawled like sin across his chest. No smile. No warmth. Just sharp eyes and restrained rage. Then Elijah followed—smirking, robe hanging loose, gaze unapologetically tracing every inch of Liam’s exposed thighs. He didn’t wait. “Lets complete the ritual little angel.” Liam froze. He didn’t speak. He didn’t even know what that means. He was pulled to the edge of the bed like something bought, not bonded—his dress riding up, baring untouched skin to cold air and hotter gazes. And that night… didn’t end in kisses. It ended in voices, tears, and marks. He was supposed to be theirs. But to them? He was an angel no matter how hard they wanted they couldn't trust and angel , not with court plotting everything that's against him. In the palace, he wasn’t a their. He was a question. A threat. A spy. Even his mates didn’t trust him. And yet... somehow, in stolen glances and quiet silences, they made him feel just a little bit special. Just enough to hurt. They wanted his submission. His obedience. His body. For revenge. For power. For pleasure. Liam thought love was part of fate. But fate only delivered him into the arms of his enemies—two demons who never asked what he wanted. Now, trapped between politics and desire, pleasure and pain, he’s left to wonder: "Will they ever love him? Or will they just take him... until there’s nothing left to break?" He was raised to be soft. Now he moans under monsters who only believe in control.

Young Master Qin, it’s not... During the day, Qin Mobai in a suit is a well-dressed company president. At night, when he takes off his suit, he becomes a refined scoundrel. Every day living with him, Lou Xi is tortured by his split personality, and finally, she snaps! "Young Master Qin, what on earth are you doing every day!" Qin Mobai whispers with a gentle smile.

In the Dracula Empire, women of the Ling family reign as silent killers — pink devils dressed in white. Ling Zhao, the youngest and most dangerous of them all, strikes fear into the hearts of her enemies. After losing her parents, she becomes fiercely protective of her loved ones, punishing anyone who dares harm them with swift, merciless death. But everything changes when she falls for her sworn enemy. Love creeps into her heart, softening the darkness that once ruled her soul — leaving her to grapple with a deadly choice between her empire and her emotions.

Dans les collines brumeuses d’Atakpamé, une ancienne demeure coloniale se dresse comme une cicatrice blanche sur la terre rouge. Depuis trois générations, la Maison Woegan attire les âmes perdues et les secrets oubliés. Quand Koffi, jeune journaliste de Lomé, arrive pour enquêter sur les disparitions mystérieuses qui entourent cette demeure, il découvre que chaque miroir de la maison reflète une époque différente, chaque reflet raconte une tragédie, et chaque tragédie est liée par les fils invisibles du destin et des loas. Entre les rituels vaudou de sa grand-mère Mama Afia, les mystères d’une famille maudite, et les esprits qui refusent de partir, Koffi va découvrir que certaines maisons ne sont pas hantées… elles sont vivantes. Et elles ont faim.

Elena Hana Seo grew up in a quiet rural village, dreaming only of peaceful days with her mother. But when illness struck their small home, she was forced to take her mother’s place as a maid in the grand mansion of the Lee family — rulers of the land, nobles among nobles. There, she met him. Lee Joon-Hyuk. Cold. Arrogant. Untouchable. A young master born with power and destined to become the nation’s most influential CEO. Their worlds were never meant to collide, but in stolen glances and quiet moments, their hearts bloomed with a secret love neither could confess. But life was cruel. When Joon-Hyuk left for Britain to pursue his future, he left Elena behind with nothing but shattered dreams and a heart that refused to heal. Years later, Elena rises again. No longer a maid, she has become a confident and powerful CEO in the fashion world, her elegance and cold poise admired by all. She has moved on… or so she believes. Until one day, the man who abandoned her walks back into her life, ordering a wedding dress for his fiancée. Their eyes meet across her office, and the past they buried ignites once more. Can love bloom again between a powerful CEO and the maid he left behind, or will pride and betrayal destroy their hearts forever?** A gripping romance of power, betrayal, and an unbreakable love.*