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In his previous life, Lucian Sinclair had pursued the truth behind his fiancé Malcolm Fitzgerald's fatal car accident with relentless determination - only to meet the same grim fate beneath the twisted metal of his Bentley on a rain-lashed M25 motorway. When consciousness returned, the industrialist found himself thrust back to his 24-year-old self, the digital clock on his Mayfair bedside table blinking December 16th, 2016. Malcolm's Alpine skiing accident had already occurred three days prior. He promptly took legal guardianship of the brooding 15-year-old left in the wreckage - Finn Fitzgerald, Malcolm's half-brother through their father's second marriage. The boy Lucian remembered from charity galas had grown feral-eyed, all scraped knuckles and boarding school blazers gone threadbare at the elbows. This time, Lucian vowed, the boy would receive proper upbringing. Not out of affection, but as penance for never deciphering Malcolm's last encrypted text: "Tell Luce the Range Rover's brakes—" Finn initially regarded his guardian with wary deference, this icy aristocrat who wore his brother's signet ring on a platinum chain. "Malcolm said you collect Renaissance maps," the teen offered during tense dinners, pushing peas across Wedgwood china. "Malcolm told me you hate tulips." Each invocation of the dead man's name hung between them like altar smoke. Yet gradually, the dynamic shifted. Lucian caught Finn glaring when he traced the Fitzgerald jawline they shared. The boy began arriving late from Eton weekends, reeking of stolen whiskey and defiance. During one particularly vicious row over a shredded Oxford acceptance letter, Finn slammed Lucian's wheelchair against the study wall. "Why must I be his ghost?" The teen's breath fogged the cold glass of Malcolm's portrait. "You look at me like I'm some...some flawed taxidermy of your perfect banker boy!" Lucian's cane clattered to the hardwood. Perfect? Malcolm had been laundering funds through their engagement - a truth he'd discovered two lifetimes too late. Now this living, breathing Fitzgerald heir stood before him, all cracked leather satchel and mismatched socks, demanding to be seen. Outside, the Thames glittered with secrets. In the cellar vault, a dossier gathered dust - crime scene photos, offshore account records, and the Range Rover's brake lines sliced clean through. Lucian's fingers twitched toward the whisky decanter. Let the dead keep their mysteries. This Fitzgerald needed saving more.

In the magical Yarran World, a group of extraordinary professionals ventured into dangerous places for knowledge, wealth, thrill, and honor, exploring secrets hidden in the depths of time. Coexisting with dangers, they were given a fitting name—adventurers. With so many adventurers around, there would be a few oddballs, of course. Take for instance, the swordsman who used to be a thirsty hedonist and now spent his days looking for ways to put his life in danger; the knight who saw gold coins as his ultimate pursuit; the schizophrenic and overly curious priest, and the genius mage who was prone to zoning out and could not care of himself. What kind of strange stories would these kooky individuals create when they came together? Alright, all the above are just nonsense. In truth, this is a casual story of an abnormal, unscrupulous middle-aged man and a few problematic girls undergoing self-therapy- I mean, seeking redemption. You have been solemnly warned that this story is purely fictional. If there is any glaring similarity, you probably need self-therapy too.

TRIGGER WARNING : R19+ / Mature Content What they expected when Holy Azarese Elyzena was born was a daydream. She is the third lady descended in a patrilineal lineage; it is her fate to become the next Empress after her mother. However, when Empress Siofra never opened her eyes again after giving birth to her, that is when they know she is another nightmare. Holy Azarese Elyzena was born with sinister curses; all bring death. No one could dare touch her, afraid to meet their end. Her father despised her for taking the love of his life from him. Her brothers avoided her. Her family cannot even look at her. She acted cutely; she tried being clumsy, she did everything to get an ounce of their affection, but they never gave her any, not even a drop. "Father, I did not ask to be born!" she sobbed pitifully in front of her father, who only glared at her with contempt. Since then, she became desperate until she became the person she never wanted to be. She never asked to be born, and she never asked to be born again. She only wanted to end her suffering. So why, when she opened her eyes, was she back to the time she was born? With the second chance given to her, will she avoid becoming the wicked Empress again, or will she drop her crown and choose which path to take?

Rumors say that if you ever come across an extremely handsome man in a doctor's coat twirling a shiny scalpel between his fingers with an alluring smile on his lips that takes your breath away… Run. For he is the devil. *** Yang Mingshen’s existence screams of six adjectives - Handsome, wealthy, talented, narcissist, arrogant and evil. He is an unrivaled doctor from one of the most affluent and prestigious Underworld families, who sees only medicine and his own interests. Until a desire consumes him - to have a woman’s heart. That woman, Song Jia, continues to put all the wrongs to right as a capable police officer. She, whose life was once saved by the devil doctor, refuses to bend to his tempting seduction. “I will just take your heart and put it in somebody else's chest. It won't hurt at all, I promise~” “Yes because I will be dead to feel anything.” But the bad news comes knocking when Yang Mingshen becomes the lead forensic investigator to assist in her cases. With a devil now clinging to her, she comes across a deep, dark and cruel web of conspiracies stained with blood, love, hatred, revenge, politics and much more. Treading into dangerous territories, will they be able to uncover the net of lies and deceit? And maybe find love along the way? *EXCERPT* “I am not the weak patient anymore. You try to grab my neck and I will break your wrist,” Jia threw him a death glare. Mingshen leaned in closer, chuckling devilishly. "I told you before, Spicy. I have saved your life. I have touched your heart quite literally. So that heart beating in your chest right now belongs to Yang Mingshen. If I want it, I will have it.”

Many years after the era of immortal cultivation, one day someone carelessly asked the Demon Queen, “I heard that the First Lady of the Demon Realm is your dear sister-friend?” Upon hearing this, the Demon Queen's eyebrows shot up and her almond-shaped eyes widened, “Dear sister-friend my ass, she stole my man!” No sooner had she spoken these words than the exceptionally handsome man beside her slowly shifted his gaze from the book in his hands and cast her a fleeting glance, making the inquirer feel as if the temperature in the hall had suddenly dropped, and their body had plunged into an icy cavern... The Demon Queen glared at the man nonchalantly, “Did I say something wrong?” It later became known that the Demon King's wife and the Demon Queen were once close friends who became enemies over a man, a scandal that spread across all realms. Then someone with a death wish approached the First Lady of the Demon Realm, who always looked gentle and kind, and asked, “Madam, I heard that it was the Wolf Clan's Demon Queen who brought you to this realm back in the day, and that afterwards you both ventured through various realms together, facing life and death side by side as sworn sisters. But later... I heard that you and her... had a falling out over a man?” With a slight smile, the Demon King's wife gently sipped from her white porcelain teacup and said, “Did she say I stole her man?” After nodding in acknowledgment, “That is indeed the case!” The listener was taken aback, internally exclaiming, “So the rumors are true, did our Madam Wang actually have an affair with that Demon Queen?” While lost in thought, the listener heard the tea-drinker add another sentence, “But... she also stole my man after all!” The questioner's eyes widened, and their mouth gaped open. Before they could even take a breath of cool air in shock, So you two were swapping partners? At that moment, a sudden loud bang came from outside, and a voice bellowed like a mighty bell, “Boom...” “You said... who is your man?”

Twenty-eight year old Delilah Sterling, has perfected the art of being a respectable realtor by day, and a professional gold digger by night. Delilah believes she has her double life under control. Her meticulously crafted life crumbles when she wakes up one morning with a wedding band on her finger, a marriage certificate on the table, and a sinfully gorgeous man claiming to be her husband. To make matters worse, he is broke and jobless, making her feel trapped in a surreal nightmare. Desperate for escape, Delilah demands a divorce, but the stranger—insisting he wants to stay married—thwarts every attempt. Frustration and confusion mount until Delilah hatches a new plan: she proposes they team up to con her next target, the elusive billionaire, Hunter Quinn. What Delilah doesn't realize is that her "broke husband" is actually Hunter Quinn himself. Billionaire CEO, Hunter Quinn, having discovered Delilah’s intentions to con him, had decided to outplay her at her own game. Hunter agrees to the partnership, and together they plunge into a high-stakes game of deceit. As they plot and scheme, the lines between pretense and reality blur. Their forced proximity ignites an unexpected chemistry, leading to moments of vulnerability and genuine connection neither anticipated. Caught in a whirlwind of deception, passion, and power plays, Delilah grapples with their growing feelings. As their con deepens, she must confront the ultimate question: Can she open her heart to love and trust again? ****Exerpt**** Delilah’s eyes darted to the marriage certificate again, the official seal glaring back at her. Her fingers itched to tear it apart, to make this nightmare disappear. But deep down, she knew that wouldn’t change anything. “I don’t remember,” she whispered, more to herself than to him. “I don’t remember any of it.” Blake nodded as if he had expected this reaction. “That is expected. You had a lot to drink last night.” he fished out a phone from the back pocket of his trousers, opened it. “Here, this is us celebrating, after we got married last night,” he said, showing her a picture. Delilah’s breath caught in her throat as she stared at the photo. It was indeed her. “How?” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “I don’t remember any of this.” “It was a wild night,” he said softly. Perhaps she had married Blake because he was wealthy. That would be the only logical reason for her to make such a blunder. There was hope, she thought, as she clung to the possibility of salvaging something from this disaster. Turning to him, she forced a smile, “Is this your house? Are we in your house?” She asked, looking around the bedroom. Blake shook his head, “No. This is a hotel,” he said, and she nodded. “I see. It looks like quite an expensive hotel,” she observed, “What do you do for a living?” she asked, trying to keep her voice steady as she searched his eyes for any hint of affluence. Blake hesitated, his confident demeanor faltering for the first time. He looked away, rubbing the back of his neck. “I’m... in between jobs,” he stuttered, avoiding her gaze. Delilah’s heart sank, disappointment crashing over her like a wave. “In between jobs?” she echoed, her voice tinged with disbelief. Blake seemed to sense her dismay. “I know it doesn’t sound great,” he said quickly, trying to reassure her. “But I’m working on a few things. I just need a little more time.” “You’re jobless,” she muttered to herself as reality sunk in. “How did you pay for this room? For the wedding bands?” She asked, and he winced. “I didn’t. You did,” he said, and she collapsed on the bed. (PS: Cover photo isn’t mine. Credit to the real owner)

Do you believe in magic? The answer of most will be no. But what if magic DID exsist? To some, it might just be your typical average story. But this has an element of unpredictability mixed in between. Diane Lewis was a normal teenage girl from an aristocratic family. But since she met HIM, her view of the world turned upside down. "How is that even possible?" She asked, mouth agape. He smiled at her, showing a perfect set of snow-white teeth. "With magic, anything is possible." Horn your skills and train your ability. "I will protect you." She said, with a determined gaze. "You can Barely even protect yourself. You are not strong enough." He retorted. "Then, just wait for Me to get stronger." She said, with a smile. "You have no right to be here. We cut ties remember?" He said, glaring at her fiercely. "I am not here for you. I am here for the family. I still have people I treasure here. So let me through or else..." She completed her statement by majestically drawing out her sword. So many secrets lay hidden. Injustice in the form of justice. Lies, fabricated to become truth. Deception roams around, unleashed. And a Naive girl, who had never seen the shadow that lurked around in the abyss. Will she Survive? Will she fail? It is up to you to find out.

She gave up her wealth and power to save her husband and his company when they were on the brink of extinction. However he repaid her by bringing home his childhood sweetheart and divorcing her! He insulted her, called her names, a cheap lowly bitch and a gold-digger. Her sister in law treated her like trash, her mother in law called her a scheming fox who wanted to climb the social ladder. Fine! Divorce so it is then! Left without a single penny, she applied for a job and became a waitress. Who would know she bumped into her ex husband and his new fiancée there?! But there was another man whose business contract she accidentally discarded. That mysterious man came to her with a condition. "You made me lost a very important business contract, now you must pay," "How much? I don't have money. I'm not for sale either," the girl raised her chin arrogantly. "Become my fake girlfriend. I need a woman to please my grandfather," Shentu Jing said. His charming dark eyes seemed to be tempting her, luring her into an abyss. But when she arrived in front of his grandfather, he announced her as his fiancée! "I thought you said I was your girlfriend!" Qin Zhuzhu glared daggers at him. "Sorry, now you are my wife," the man's peach blossom eyes gazed at her lovingly. Who is this mysterious husband of hers? One day her phone rang with a notification of the latest financial news. There, she saw a man similar to her husband. Her husband is the richest Tycoon in the capital???!!!

It's simple. A vengeful wildfire of a woman. A tyrant who begs to be burned. When Aria crashes into Kael’s empire, hellbent on making him pay for taking her job away, she’s met not with defiance—but a dare. “You want revenge?” he taunts, voice dripping with dark invitation. “Then ruin me. Take your pound of flesh exactly where it hurts.” His proposition is a trap laced with sin: As expected he calls the shots in his bed, her contempt is his twisted aphrodisiac. “Hate me until your hands shake,” he growls. “But do it on top of me, where I can watch you savor every cut.” Their arrangement is a collision of dominance and delirium. Aria wields her fury like a blade, determined to break him. Kael? He thrives under her wrath, goading her darker, deeper, hungrier. But vengeance turns slippery when every command she hisses ignites his obedience, and every cold glare melts into bruising kisses. Soon, the bed becomes a battleground—her nails carving victory into his skin, his whispers a serpent’s promise: “Chain me with your rage, darling. I’ll still come back for more." The rules are simple: No mercy. No surrender. But as their games spiral into something ravenous, who’s destroying whom? And when hatred burns this hot, what’s left when the ashes cool?

>This is a GL XIANXIA CULTIVATION NOVEL!!!! >No misunderstandings , Relatively fast paced romance, No other love interests. >There will be quite a few GL & BL side couples. >This is the story of our two protagonists Mo Yuxin (MC) and Su Yubing(FL) who are bound by a Bond so strong that it transcends reality itself. They are each other's one and only soulmate, their love knows no bound. This is story of their journey to cultivating immortality in a world that is unfair to women , in a world that is wholly dominated by men, where strength is all that matters. Without strength , you don't even get a chance to live peacefully. Our mc Mo Yuxin gets a legendary inheritance from a primordial god who is also one of the oldest gods to live till date and the only one in all of multiverse. This god and her already deceased soulmate decided to leave their inheritance to their only descendant to whom the god's soulmate left a piece of their soul. Watch as how their journey brings about unprecedented changes to the whole world and the multiverse and their sweet and steamy love which will make your tooth ache from sweetness. .. .. Mo Yuxin:- Are you exhausted, baby? Su Yubing:- *glares threateningly* It's all your fault. Mo Yuxin:- what do I do? You're just too delicious ~~ *licking her lips* Su Yubing:- Shameless! *a blushing mess* THIS IS MY VERY OWN WORK.

#Rated 18-Mature Themes Violet’s life was never her own—her father’s crushing debt made sure of that. But when the debt collector kidnaps her as payment, she takes a desperate deal: become a servant and spy on the mysterious and tyrannical Lord Cain, the ruler of her Werewolf district. There’s just one catch: Lord Cain only permits male servants in his house. Disguised as a boy, Violet cuts her hair, flattens her chest, and dons a voice-altering band to pull off the deception. Everything goes according to plan—until Cain, a man known for his cold personality starts to take a peculiar interest in her. Violet’s disguise becomes a prison as she battles her own growing attraction to him. But this is no love story. Cain’s obsession to her is dangerous. Beneath his icy gaze lies a mind fractured by years of affliction by a curse. A curse made by Violet's biological mother: A powerful witch. ************* "TAKE IT OFF!" Violet’s knees nearly buckled at the thunderous command, her chest tightening with panic. The raw anger in Cain’s voice was as sharp as a blade. "My lord! I-I’m a man!" she stammered, gripping her shirt tightly, her fingers trembling as they clung to the fabric. "I don't like other men!" she cried, a desperate plea in her voice since the second she took her shirt off and he discovered that she was a woman was the moment she died. Painfully. Cain’s glare was unyielding, his voice dropping into a growl. "Don’t insult me, You think I do. You kissed me!" Her breath hitched as he stepped closer, his presence suffocating. "If you don’t take it off," he said, his tone low and dangerous, "I’ll rip it off myself." Violet’s mind raced, panic threatening to overwhelm her. She couldn’t let him find out—he’d kill her. Painfully. Glancing away to avoid his gaze when she caught the undeniable bulge in his trousers. Heat flushed her face, her thoughts spinning in desperation at the only idea she could think of to make him back off. 'This has to work. It has to!'

At the Orphanage "I like you." Her eyes widened. "But I don’t—" He cut her off, his grin widening. "I LIKE YOU! I LIKE YOU AND..." He paused dramatically, locking eyes with her before leaning in once more. "And I like to irritate you." Yadhana’s glare could have burned through walls. Yuvaa chuckled. "And you look cute when you're angry." Before she could explode, he playfully pinched her cheeks. "Ugh! You're such a buffalo!" she snapped, turning away. Yuvaa, ever the troublemaker, called after her. "Well, if I’m a buffalo, then you’re the buffalo’s best friend!" She froze in her tracks, fists clenching. "I am NOT your friend!" "You are," he teased. "I AM NOT!!" "YOU ARE MY BESTEST FRIEND!" That was the final straw. Fueled by rage, Yadhana stormed toward him, eyes blazing. "I AM NOT! I AM NOT AND—" Before she could finish, Yuvaa suddenly leaned in and pressed a quick kiss on her cheek. "You are. Until our last breath, you’re mine." And with that, he bolted, knowing full well that if he stayed, he'd be dead meat. Fourteen Years Later A scream shattered the silence. "Please leave me alone! Please don’t do this to me… I beg you… please!!!" Yuvaa’s eyes shot open. That voice—he knew it instantly. "Yadhana." Heart pounding, he rushed toward her. She was curled up in the corner, trembling, tears streaming down her face. When he placed a hand on her shoulder, she recoiled violently. "Yadhana, what’s wrong?" he asked gently. "Please… don’t touch me… I beg you," she sobbed, her voice raw with terror. A lump formed in his throat. What happened to you, Yaad? "It’s me, Yuvaa," he whispered, tilting her chin to meet his gaze. But as soon as he said her name, her expression twisted in anguish. "Don’t call me that name!" she snapped. "Yaad—" "DON’T!!! CALL!!! ME!!! BY!!! THAT!!! NAME!!!" she screamed, her body shaking violently. Yuvaa flinched but nodded. "Alright… I won’t." She clung to him suddenly, sobbing into his chest. "Please don’t leave me with him, Pa… I’m scared… I don’t want to be with him… please don’t leave me…" Pain stabbed through his heart. He held her tighter. "I won’t leave you, Yadhana. I promise." But just as quickly, she shoved him away. "No… no… you’re lying! You’re going to leave me with him!" she cried, eyes darting around in panic. "Yaad, what are you—" "DON’T CALL ME BY THAT NAME!" she shrieked again, her voice hollow, broken. Yuvaa inhaled sharply. "Okay… okay… just breathe, Yadhana." She turned to him then, her gaze sharp and piercing. "Don’t come near me, Pa. I’m not the Yadhana you once knew. I’ve become a monster… I’m no longer the girl you remember." Without hesitation, he pulled her into his arms again. "None of that matters to me. You are not a monster, Yadhana. You’re an angel. No matter what you’ve been through, you’re still you." Tears glistened in her eyes. "You’re lying…" she whispered. He answered with a kiss. For the first time in years, she stilled. As sleep finally took over, Yuvaa gently laid her on the bed, brushing a few stray strands of hair from her face. He pulled a chair beside her, his fingers lightly running through her hair as he watched over her. His jaw tightened. Who hurt you, Yadhana? Why are you carrying this pain alone? Memories of the past flashed in his mind—the day her own sister slapped her, the silent suffering in her eyes, the wounds she never spoke of. He clenched his fists. If you won’t tell me… I swear, I’ll find out myself. And when I do, I won’t let them get away with it. Yuvaa exhaled sharply, his resolve hardening. "I don’t care who they are—family or not. No one will ever hurt you again. Not while I’m here." Leaning closer, he whispered softly, "I swear, my angel… I will protect you. Always."

"Do you love...me?" My eyes stung as I asked my so-called husband. "No," he said quietly. "I don't love you. I don't need to love you. I just need to take care of you as I promised your father before he died." My world crumbled down on me. His words hit me like a physical blow. I staggered back, the world spinning around me. "S-So that's it? This whole time, you've been with me out of some sense of duty?" Elijah looked away, unable to meet my gaze. "Your father asked me to look after you, to make sure you were happy and safe. That's what I've been trying to do." "Fine then. Let's get a divorce!" I announced, loud and clear. ___ Ash always believed he could make his cold and vicious hubby fall in love with him. However, after three years of marriage, Ash received only betrayal from Elijah. Elijah never loved him and was only with Ash because he promised Ash's father that he would take care of him after his death. Ash, heartbroken and sorrowful, decided to quit his marriage. However, when he handed Elijah the divorce papers, he ripped them pieces and pushed Ash against the wall. "You have lost your mind if you think I will ever divorce you." Elijah glared, but Ash was unaffected by his rage. However, once Ash had left him for good, Elijah realised how deeply he loved him, and not just because of his responsibility to Ash. So he resolved to go after Ash and bring him back. Amidst this, he came to know that Ash was the one who caused the accident four years ago in which Elijah lost both of his parents. He had investigated this case for years but now that he found out it was Ash, he was devastated. "Come back before I lose my mind and do something you will regret." But can an emotionless and frigid man who has never learned to express affection or feelings approach the love of his life while he conflicted between taking his revenge and loving Ash?

Sold by her father, Bella short for Arabella, was forced to live a life as a slave that would entertain the guests of the castle. The job of slaves were merely to be humiliated and to have as feast once they became a boring creature toward the guests. Arabella with her fierce attitude had only caused more trouble than good, although that helped her from being feasted by the vampires until her body dried up, the vampires also enjoy in harming her, toying with her, hoping to see that one day she would break. However she had caught the wrong attention by those crimson gaze, eventually being the toy of the one and only Mad Crown Prince of Versailles. Eventually this interest only cause her to be more tangled by the twisted and thorny battle for the Throne. Will eventually Bella concede and accept the Mad crown prince? Or will she finally succeed in running away from his grasp. Why her? *** excerpt*** Arabella felt her wrists stung as the shackle around her wrist jingled from the sudden pull. She then met with the icy red eyes that brood down upon her appearance, drinking into every inch of her figure as if he was studying her, even to how those breaths escaped her lips. "I thought we had bonded over the days we have spent together, Bella," he sang, his bright scarlet eyes betraying the singing tone he had used as it had grown so dark and filled with anger. "Yet you left so quickly as soon as I opened the castle gate." Bella gritted her teeth, her eyes glaring at him as she defiantly shook his hand off her face, "I can remind you if you have forgotten it, Your Majesty, I am kept here against my wish." Cassius' smile faded as he stared at her. The sudden pin-drop silence filled her nerves with tension as she found his smileless face the most terrifying sight. She had always known his fearsome side however, it felt scarier tonight. Bella tried to endure how loud her heart had raced against her chest, gathering her breaths together even though it remained shallow in his presence. "So cold," he muttered, his tone trying to tease her, but she could see the raw anger crossing his eyes. "You cannot run from me. Not after what we've done. Not after what you promised." Her heart faltered. She wasn't supposed to stay in this castle; she knew that the royal palace was filled with those vampire monsters who would kill for their desire, simply to have fun. She knew she should never give her heart to any of these monsters, and she had once believed she would never. But that was until Cassius came. She had made that promise because her heart had betrayed her, and she wished that she had never uttered that promise. Promises she had made to him on the call of love. Yet deep within her, a part of her still crave for him. "You're not the first one I have broken my promises with," she gritted her teeth and looked up at him, "I broke my promise the way you broke yours first, isn't it fair?" "Fair? Then was everything a lie, Arabella?" he murmured, his hands cupping her face, forcing her to meet his eyes. "You were mine the moment you entered my castle. And you will be mine until the very end." She gulped as his eyes shone underneath the moonlight, his gaze unforgiving over her, exposing his wild hunger. Her breath caught, her pulse quickening. "A human and a vampire should have never stayed together. They were all right." "I don't care," he spoke through his clenched jaw. "You're going to remain here by my side forever."

I stared across the clearing into the piercing golden eyes of the wolf that I had seen a thousand times before. However, despite seeing her over and over again, I had never once seen her face to face. While I was running, I kept repeating a word in my head. The same word over and over again. “Mate! Mate! Mate! Mate!” I thought at first that it was me saying it, but it wasn’t my voice, not exactly. It was close to my voice, but not a perfect match. “Is that you?” I asked myself as I ran deep into the forest. I wasn’t going to be able to hold out for much longer. “Is that really you?” I sobbed in relief.. Rika is nineteen and has a secret that she has been keeping from her family. She is a wolf shifter in the most famous and well-known pack in the world. She is daughter to Trinity and Reece Gray, the King and Queen of all the shifter and magic users in the world, and yet, Rika is losing touch with her wolf more and more each day. Not only that, but she can feel her slipping away from her inch by inch, and fears that she might lose her altogether. On top of feeling as if one day very soon she might never be able to shift again, Rika and her twin brother Reagan have been given a very complicated task. They must help foster the peace between the humans and non-humans of the world now that the veil of secrecy has been removed. The world knows now that the creatures that go bump in the night, vampires, werewolves, witches, Fae, werebears, and more, oh my, are all real. Not all of those people who now know the truth are all that happy about it. Foster a positive relationship with the humans, sure thing. Find the group of people responsible for supposed monster bashings, no problem. Navigate life while also trying to find their own mates. Now that might be a problem. On top of all the other things on their plate, Rika, Reagan, and all the other children of the fabled legacies must learn how to be themselves in a world that will never be the same again. Love and lust, anger and rage, happiness and confusion, emotions will be all over the place as the Chosen Legacy fight for all mankind, human and not. “Rika, you need to tell someone about this. You need to tell them what is going on.” Reagan was glaring at me as I fought that empty feeling inside of me. “I can’t, Reagan. You don’t get it. You don’t know what it’s like to lose that part of you.” “You’re right, I don’t, but it will never get better if you don’t try to do something about it.” His anger made his eyes flash bright blue in the darkness of the night. The way that they were shining, I could tell that it wasn’t just the reflection of the moon, this was his power, this was the essence that was my brother. “Leave me alone.” I snapped as I ran away from him. I was fighting against my tears, holding them back so that he wouldn’t see how much this was hurting me. Not only that, but I couldn’t let him see that it was too late, that my wolf was already gone. Chosen Legacy is a story that has a little bit of everything. It is a coming of age story, where multiple legacies, Rika included, matures emotionally and mentally while learning to navigate the ever-changing world. It is a mystery and suspense as the twins, along with their group of friends, search for the group that has been attacking innocent people around their campus. And it is a hot and steamy romance where each of the legacies will find their one true love to last a lifetime. Who and what does fate have in store for these legacies, and what adventures will they have along the way? This story will change the POV so that it will focus on multiple characters. The character name will be in the chapter title and at the top of the chapter. This is a massive story that will encompass many mating between different characters and a lot of the cast from the book 'Chosen by Fate, Rejected by the Alpha'. It is a stand-alone book. However, you do not need to have read the original to follow along.

Lil Lisa was on the brink of marrying Gu Sheng, a billionaire infamous for his ruthless reputation and chilling rumors that surrounded him—specifically, whispers that he had assassinated four of his fiancees, leaving a trail of fear in his wake. His icy glare and unyielding demeanor had earned him a notorious status, causing many to tremble at the mere mention of his name. On their wedding day, after the celebration had settled into an uneasy silence, Lisa turned to him, her heart pounding, and boldly said, "Let's get a divorce." Her voice trembled with a mix of defiance and uncertainty. Gu Sheng met her words with an unsettling calm, his dark eyes locking onto hers with an intensity that left her breathless. "Stop talking about divorce," he stated evenly, each word laced with an authority that sent a chill down her spine.

“Who are you? A dormant were wolf or a human?” His voice broke as he spoke. His eyes were silently pleading, anxiously waiting for the answer. Deep down, he knew it already. Yet, his stubborn heart refused to concede. The silence that followed was enough to escalate the hurt he felt in his heart from a dull throb, to burning glaring pain. The bullet wound he received a year ago hurt less than what he felt at that moment. “Here you go. It’s time to end this forever. Let’s make it fun while it lasts.” He handed her a shiny golden revolver. One look and she knew, neither could survive a shot between the eyes. There was only one bullet in the gun. Her hands shook as she tried to let go, as though it burnt at her skin. Kai didn’t let her. He won’t have any of it. This was his surrender. His eyes spoke words that his lips couldn’t. They were raw with emotions both familiar and foreign to her. Her own silver eyes filled with tears as she tried not to cry. “I choose to die by your hands. You are the only one with the right to take my life. Let’s begin!” He didn’t wait for her to process his words before helping her place the gun between his eyes, which never wavered from hers. Click! Click! Click! “Noooooooo!” She screamed as she dropped the gun. ************************************************************* DISCLAIMER!! Note that the chapters are not edited as of yet. However, they have very little grammatical errors here and there Nothing major. Please show some love and support for this new piece. I hope you will enjoy reading it. Additionally, don't forget to leave an honest review behind. It helps with the rating. Criticism are welcome, if and only if, they are meant in good faith. please, avoid being extreme and harsh in your corrections. I am only human after all. Don't forget to leave your comments, votes and gifts if you can. Thanks. Enjoy Join my Discord if you wish to interact with me and discuss the characters. https://discord.gg/jJeBuJN8 If you like my writing, you can always buy me coffee. It would be appreciated. https://ko-fi.com/kittenbunny

Warning: Mature Content. No Rape. The truth will make her free, but could she handle this particular truth? Would she accept the freedom it brings? Excerpt. "What am I doing in your room?" Karina narrowed her eyes, waiting for the answer to that one question she just couldn't figure out the answer. "I should be asking you that. What are you doing in my room?" Veron decided to play with her mind a little. But seeing how her jaw was working, and the pressure she was applying on her head, he decided to tell her what happened, saving her the stress of trying to remember. "What's wrong with your head?" "I have a headache." She answered with gritted teeth. "Skye, get me that medicine for headache." He instructed via mind-link, then moved his feet again. "HEY! I SAID DON'T COME ANY CLOSER!" Karina yelled, glaring at him as if she would attack him if he takes one more step. "Get that dirty thought out of your head. I don't do shit with anyone without their consent." Veron remarked, annoyed at her thoughts and reactions toward him. "Also, I don't find men attractive." "Who are you calling a… Wait…" Karina paused, realizing this may be a good opportunity to keep him away from her. "Yes… I am a man and you definitely shouldn't find men attractive." She accepted and Veron's expression died. However, Gerrard burst out laughing. "Oh, this is perfect," Gerrard commented, enjoying himself. "You are a man," Veron repeated. "Yes, I am." Karina nodded her head. "Take off your shirt." "WHAT!" Karina exclaimed in shock and unconsciously clutched the front of her shirt. What has come over him? Didn't he just say he doesn't find men attractive? Why the hell was he saying she should take off her shirt? "If you are a man as you claim, you shouldn't have a problem standing before me without a shirt on." Veron pointed out, standing in that same spot and keeping his eyes on her. As much as he found this funny, he refused to join Gerrard in laughing to his heart's content. Hearing what he just said, Karina realized he was right. Men had no problem undressing before their fellow men, just as she had no problem undressing before Nori. Karina frowned and quickly thought of a way out, seeing he was indeed waiting for her to undress. "I am a different kind of man." She blurted, and Gerrard laughed even harder than he did the first time, rolling his body on the floor. "Oh, goddess… This is classic." Gerrard said amidst his laughter. He couldn't remember when last he heard anything as funny as what he just heard. "A different kind of man?" Veron asked and when she nodded, he added another question. "When did that specie come into existence?" "Today?" Karina answered, sounding unsure. *** Karina Harper is the sheltered first daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Harper, whose childhood experiences forced her and her parents to put certain restrictions on her life. Following the set down rules religiously, she encountered no problems in her life until the first day she spoke with Veron Silver, the most feared and most wanted student on campus.  She soon realized that everything she had believed to be true, was a lie, forcing her to question her very existence.  But who knew that the person who opened her eyes to the truth was keeping his identity a secret from her? How would she react when she finds out he was not what she thought he was?

She was a mere human who only wanted to live a peaceful life in the countryside when she found her mate. He was the workaholic Alpha who never indulged himself in worldly pleasures, instead, he derived joy from being powerful. Their destiny intertwined when they both possessed what they yearned for, peace and love. __________________ Before turning the age of 18 years, Alpha Lucas of the Clown Lovers pack claimed to be Aurora's mate and wanted to make her his Luna. Unfortunately, she was accused of infidelity on her wedding day and was rejected by the man who claimed to be her mate and loved her. She had to witness her parents' death and her inheritance snatched away from her. “I, Dominion Lucas, reject you, Madison Aurora as my mate." ……………………………………….. After being sold as a slave, she was bought to be a breeder for the Alpha of the Crescent Red pack, the most influential and greatest pack in the country. Damien, who was the Alpha of the Crescent moon pack, didn't spare Aurora a glance, and she was thrown into the deepest part of the mansion to work with the omegas. Five years later, she had meticulously planned her parent's death, ready to set it in motion. Unfortunately, Alpha Damien, who neglected her for years, suddenly got his interest piqued and won't let her out of his sight. Aurora, who never believed she could be blessed with another mate, decided not to fall in love again. Seeing how the Alpha favored her, she decided to take advantage of his help and avenge her parent's death. The tables turned when she discovered he was her mate, another mate? ………………………………………… “Mate? I have no such thing," she said, denying the spark she felt between her and Damien, even though it was glaring. Her heart warmed at his voice, her face warmed at his touch. He already shattered her resolve, but she vowed not to be weak again. Yet, how could she deny not feeling anything for him when he had such effects on her? But she was afraid, terrified of being betrayed by her mate again! There were rare cases of having two mates, why did the moon goddess bestow such a fate upon her? “You can't deny it forever, and I have no intention of letting you go,” he said, his eyes filled with anger, seeing how she was so disgusted about the idea of having him as her mate. “I have nothing to offer you." She tried convincing him to snap him out of the trance he was in. Only if she knew he was in his right mind. “I only need my mate," saying that he took heavy strides toward the door and slammed it shut after him. After finding the strength to release her painful past, Aurora is confronted by her first mate, Alpha Lucas, who seeks to reclaim her. Faced with a choice, will she return to the one who betrayed her, or remain with Alpha Damien, who offered her nothing but peace? Cover is for author, do not use!

A Strange Boy in a Strange World At the heart of this peculiar realm lies the Forest of Graham, a dense and mysterious expanse surrounded by kingdoms belonging to various races. Across the world, on the opposite side, stretches the Ocean Realm—a place where waters from all directions converge at a single point. This convergence forms the eerie and enigmatic Lost World, a place unlike any other. But what is the true story? It’s the tale of a boy. A story of hope. A story of death. It’s the account of a world turned inside out, a world so desperate it summoned a monster to save itself from another. But ask yourself this—was he truly called here, or did he come simply out of boredom? Truly, a unique tale indeed. =========== Daily Updates will On Patreon! Link: patreon.com/TenaciousJay002 ------------------- {AN: English isn't my first language so I hope the mistakes won't be too glaring. Thanks for your support, everything helps!} ++++++++++ "If you ever decide to unofficially translate my work or if it ends up on an unofficial site, please make sure to include my original link and my Patreon."

Lana Danley has always yearned for more than the mundane life of Rosecliff, a sleepy small town where nothing ever seems to change. As a high school senior, she dreams of graduating and escaping to the big city, leaving behind the monotony of her routine. But one fateful night changes everything. During her late-night shift as a part-time forest ranger, Lana stumbles upon an enormous, injured wolf deep in the woods. Driven by compassion, she brings the creature home to tend to its wounds, only to discover something shocking hours later—a naked River Attwood, her enigmatic and aloof classmate, glaring at her with eyes full of fury and secrets. What begins as a moment of compassion soon plunges Lana into a world she never imagined. The quiet town of Rosecliff hides dark secrets, where the forest whispers of ancient powers and creatures of the night reign supreme. As Lana becomes entangled in the dangerous, mysterious lives of the werewolves who rule the woods, she realizes that her life will never be the same. Will she rise above the challenges of this supernatural world, or will its secrets consume her?

"What are you thinking about?" "I'm thinking about a guy." Jun Mo stopped in the middle of a deep kiss and sighed. His lips began to form a smile, but his fierce glare said otherwise. Possessiveness and jealousy spread across his sculpted face. "Will you tell me his name?" His easygoing and languid voice reached her ears. "Why?" "So that I can kill him."

Yao Ling was the prodigy who helped tip the war to his country's side. At the age of fifteen, he was a master at the blade and adept at strategy. However, he was still a victim of war and had more enemies than he ever had a family, which was no surprise that he was murdered through poison. Then he wakes up as the sickly son of the cunning and cold Empress of the Emperor's harem. Empress Xuefeng is a beautiful cold man, with sharp eyes and a glare that makes generals stand upright. His personality is so heartless and ruthless that it is widely known across the empire that said Emperor avoids even looking at him and only talks to him once a month only for a few hours to fulfill his duties as husband and lawful wife. Despite the Emperor's public lack of affection many concubines and consorts are still jealous of either the man or the seat itself. When seeing an opportunity, many will stop at nothing to get there. Yao Ling is now the son of said Empress and he can admit, as a soldier of war, nothing has been more difficult than surviving in this life he's been "blessed" with.

A young woman's life is turned upside down when her ex, Chris, suddenly reappears. Chris is the ruthless and cunning boss of a powerful mafia organization, with a reputation for getting what he wants, no matter the cost. As they rekindle their intense and passionate relationship, she is drawn back into a world of luxury and danger, where the lines between loyalty and obsession are blurred. But as Chris's true intentions are revealed, she must decide whether to surrender to her desires and become embroiled in his criminal empire, or to fight for her freedom and risk everything. With her loyalty to her friends and her own sense of self-worth hanging in the balance, she must navigate the treacherous landscape of Chris's world and confront the secrets of their past in order to survive. Excerpt: "What are you..." I started to ask, but Chris locked his lips with mine, cutting off my words. It was an angry kiss, like he was pouring his frustration into me. I tried to struggle, but he held me tighter and deepened the kiss. I eventually gave up, knowing it was futile. He let go of my lips, and I could feel a sting on my mouth. I saw a bite mark on his lip as well. We looked at each other, and I could feel the tension growing in the car. We were alone, with me on top of him, and our faces inches apart. Before I knew it, our lips touched again, but this time it was different - it was slow and sensual. I moaned as his tongue started to explore my mouth, and the kiss inevitably deepened. I closed my eyes and surrendered to the feeling, my hands roaming his chest as his hands went under my shirt and rubbed my bare back. I started to feel hot all over and pulled my jacket away. He trailed his lips to my collarbone and sucked on it. When I started to move my hips over his already hardened bulge, he held my legs to stop me. "No," he said, his voice restrained. Still in the fog of the moment, I asked in a whisper, "What?" My breath came in pants, just like his. He replied, "Let's stop here, princess, or we'll do the other thing you talked about." It took me a second to understand, and when I did, I immediately got off his lap and returned to my seat. My mind went to Sarah, and I realized I couldn't come clean to her now. I glared at Chris, who smirked at me and started driving again.

Wen Yiran was betrayed. The man she loved sent her to a mental hospital, leaving her to suffer in agony. Branded as insane, abandoned, and tortured, she endured unspeakable pain. Electroshock therapy, isolation, and despair, until she fell into a coma and gave birth to twins. But when she woke up, only one of her children was in her arms. Four years later, she finally escapes with her younger son determined to find the child stolen from her. But before she can, she’s caught—again—by Fu Xichen, the very man who destroyed her life. "You sent me away yourself. We have nothing to do with each other anymore," she says, holding her son close. But Fu Xichen only chuckled darkly, caging her against the wall. "Over? You gave me two sons, Wen Yiran. You’ll never be free from me." Before she could lash out, her little boy stepped up, glaring. With his tiny foot, he kicked Fu Xichen’s shin. "Be nice, bad daddy! Or I’ll find Mommy a better husband!" Silence. Then, a deep, dangerous laugh. Fu Xichen’s eyes burned with something unreadable as he called over the older twin, the son she’d been searching for. "Take your brother outside to play," he said smoothly. The moment they left, he grabbed Wen Yiran, pulling her against him. His breath brushed against her ear, sending shivers down her spine. "How about we have another child?" She should hate him. She should run. But with her sons caught between them, escaping Fu Xichen might not be so easy this time…

When Elyse Salvatore’s pack turns on her, accusing her of murdering their beloved warrior leader, she’s left with nothing but rage and a death sentence. Sold to a rogue auction, she’s snatched up by Alpha Kael—a mysterious and feared alpha with a reputation as cold as his piercing gaze. But Kael isn’t just buying a prisoner. He’s chasing a prophecy, and Elyse is tangled in its threads. Now trapped in Kael’s world of glittering mansions and deadly secrets, Elyse has to survive hostile glares from his icy fiancée, Selena, suspicion from his powerful mother, and the gut-wrenching betrayal of her childhood friend, Chloe, who’s sold her soul to the rogue king, Alpha Peter. Worse, Peter’s claws are everywhere. He’s taken over her old pack, slaughtered their leaders, and wants Elyse dead—or worse, under his control. As sparks fly between Elyse and Kael, they uncover a web of lies: Scott’s death was no accident, Peter’s plan runs deeper than bloodshed, and an ancient prophecy claims one of them must die to save their world. But Elyse is done playing by fate’s rules. When Kael is captured, she risks everything to free him, even as visions warn she’ll betray him—and her own brother, fighting for Peter, stands in her way. **A story of fire, fury, and forbidden bonds**, *The Outcast’s Mate* throws you into a world where love is a weapon, trust is fragile, and every choice could end in ruin. Can a betrayed beta and a hardened alpha rewrite destiny—or will the shadows of the past destroy them first?

The Viscount of Newwood gambled away Briar Blackwoode to the Duke of Ashmere. She was a dutiful maid to the Viscount, irreplaceable, or at least she thought she was. Now, she can't find her footing in the Duke's London home, worsening his already short temper. When he makes her an offer of a lifetime, she wonders what exactly she got herself into and if leaving home was worth it. Auden Fairbairns was nothing but respectable; he was also heavily feared. His glare frightened the entire ton, and he had hard-earned battle scars to prove that he was not a man to be taken lightly. When his good friend, the Viscount of Newwood, had offered his maid in good standing with him as a payment for his winnings at the track, he couldn't believe that the Viscount valued their friendship. The girl had a mouth on her! She talked to him in a way no one else dared to, and it grew on him as time with Miss. Blackwoode softened his rough edges; he had to remind himself that he was no one's Knight in shining armor.

Elias Verden never intended to play Black Desert Online. He certainly never meant to create a breathtakingly beautiful swordswoman and abandon her before even starting the game. But when a single careless click pulls him into the world he barely understood, Elias finds himself trapped—not as the adventurer he imagined, but as something far more dangerous. He has become a Black Spirit—a being of whispers and temptation, a guide and a curse, a force meant to shape heroes and consume them in equal measure. And standing before him, blade in hand, is the woman he once left behind—Ume, the Maehwa warrior he never played, yet who now breathes, moves, and glares at him with a fury born from abandonment. But the world they find themselves in is not the game he knew. There are no glowing markers, no system menus, no convenient respawns. Here, every step carries weight, every battle demands skill, and every mistake has consequences. Worse still, Elias is changing—his thoughts darker, his instincts sharper, his very existence bound to Ume’s fate in ways neither of them yet understand. Lost, confused, and utterly unprepared, the pair must navigate a world where legends are real, power is earned through blood and sweat, and the line between player and pawn is dangerously thin. But as Elias’s strength grows, so too does the shadow curling at the edges of his mind. Is he still himself? Or is the Black Spirit he has become merely waiting—biding its time—until there is nothing left of Elias Verden at all? Themes & Appeal: Dynamic Character Growth: A story that explores what happens when an idealist is thrown into a world where power is not given, but taken, and where survival demands more than just skill—it demands sacrifice. A Unique Protagonist Role: Unlike typical transported-to-a-game stories, Elias is not the adventurer—he is the Black Spirit itself, a being meant to guide and corrupt, torn between his human nature and the dark power awakening within him. Complex Relationships: Ume and Elias’s dynamic is tense, layered, and deeply personal—a warrior abandoned by her creator, and a creator who never meant to become the very thing meant to consume her. A World Beyond the Game: This is no longer Black Desert Online—this is a world where the game’s rules do not apply, and both Ume and Elias must learn what it truly means to carve their own path. Tagline: "He was meant to be the player. Now he is the curse that binds her fate."

A streamer who had thousands of fans in Japan, who loved otome games, reviews them posting online and making a living out of streaming. One day one of her fans sent her a very horrible rated otome game but since she was curious and it was her passion to rate every otome game that ever existed, she downloaded it and played it for the whole day. "What the heck?! All the love interests are horrible on this game?!" The production company who made the game, [Love Lily Blossom Otome Game]. Such a long name by the way, made all the love interest have some sort of distorted personality and even if the heroine does end up with one of them, she'll be either locked in the love interest's mansion, exiled, or will be the love interest's slave?! Only the villainess was the only sensible one but even she got the worst ending too for being engaged with the crown prince- and dying at every route she's on. "The author of this game is... psychotic. Why invest a Millions of Yen in a game like this? I wish I could save the Villainess myself." One day, she suddenly dies and realizes she's not in her own body anymore. She was being pinned down by the Villainess in the wall proceeding to threaten her. "If you don't leave the crown prince alone. I'll have no choice but to use other ways to shut you up." she says coldly, glaring at the cowering girl. Well that was the Villainess thought but the former streamer was just so confused and excited she couldn't help but shout- "I-I'm the Heroine of Love Lily Bloom?!" The Villainess looked at her weirdly once the Heroine was eyed leveled with her gaze. Those pupils dilated and seemed to have formed heart shapes irises. "You-! I'm going to save you!" I, The Heroine Will Be Your Savior! November 2021: First Idea Made. April 28, 2022: Revised. Cover Artist 2022: Sage Auger Cover Artist 2023: Myka

Zade Krinson is a talented young businessman. Although he is only nearly 30 years old, he owns a large real estate company with many branches. Lee Seungmin is his contract husband. Of course, he has no feelings for this contract husband and is often cold to Lee Seungmin, however Lee Seungmin is always devoted to his family and he is still faithful to his husband* Zade has a little lover, her name is Laura Vance, she is pretty and always acts cute but in fact she is a scheming and cunning person, she often has affairs with many other men behind Zade's back. Even so, Zade didn't know that and still hung out with her ... Today Lee Seungmin brought lunch to the company for Zade as usual, when he was walking to his office, he bumped into Zade's little lover, she wouldn't let him go and wouldn't accept Lee Seungmin's apology. Laura made cruel sarcastic remarks to Lee Seungmin and even insulted Lee Seungmin, not stopping there, she threw the food that Lee Seungmin had painstakingly prepared for his husband to the ground and stomped on it When she heard Zade's footsteps approaching, Laura slapped herself in the face and cried, pretending to be the victim. When Zade came closer and saw this, he didn't seem to listen to Lee Seungmin's explanation and slapped Lee Seungmin hard in the face. “Ahh..oush..!” my tears fall a little Zade Krinson rushed over, his expression darkening when he saw Laura crying and Lee Seungmin on the ground. Without hesitation, he raised his hand and delivered a harsh slap across Lee Seungmin's tear-stained cheek. "What the hell is going on here?" Zade demanded, his voice low and dangerous. He glared down at Lee Seungmin, who was now clutching his reddened cheek, fresh tears spilling from his eyes. "I don't want to hear any excuses. You've gone too far this time." Laura sobbed loudly, burying her face against Zade's chest as if seeking comfort. "Oh Zade, darling! This...this man attacked me out of nowhere! I was just minding my own business when he shoved me to the ground!" “But..but..I dont do that…” i look at the Laura and Zake Zade scoffed, wrapping an arm around Laura protectively as she continued to sniffle dramatically. "Don't give me that bullshit. I saw what happened with my own eyes." His gaze hardened, fixing Lee Seungmin with a icy glare. "You're nothing but a pathetic liar. I should fire you on the spot for assaulting someone in my building." Laura peered up at Zade through watery eyes, her lower lip trembling. "Please don't be mad at me, baby. I'm sorry for causing trouble..." She trailed off, letting out another pitiful whimper. Zade sighed heavily, shaking his head. "It's fine, sweetheart. Don't worry about it." He glanced back at Lee Seungmin, who was still sitting on the floor looking utterly defeated. W-what..? Baby and sweetheart..? shocked “U..u..u are cheating on me..?” Zade's eyes widened slightly at Lee Seungmin's shocked accusation. For a moment, he seemed taken aback, his brows furrowing together in confusion. Then, realization dawned on his face and he let out a harsh bark of laughter. "Cheating? On you?" He shook his head slowly, his lips curling into a mocking smirk. "Don't flatter yourself, Lee. We may be married on paper, but we both know it means nothing more than a convenient arrangement." Laura shifted uncomfortably beside him, her earlier bravado faltering under the weight of Lee Seungmin's devastated expression. She bit her lip, glancing away guiltily. Zade, however, remained unfazed. He took a step closer to Lee Seungmin, looming over the smaller man with a cold, imperious air. i flustered sigh “Oh..” i throw ur lunch on the floor and walk away while crying