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Gundam Sleeves

A Vow of Vengeance and Silk

On the morning of her wedding, Lady Seraphine Vaelis stands before the court in a gown of ivory silk, her hands steady despite the poison vials hidden in her sleeves. She has spent her life preparing for this moment, not as a blushing bride, but as a noblewoman raised on the art of subtle vengeance. Yet nothing could prepare her for the sight of her sister’s handkerchief, stained with Prince Tristan’s crest, fluttering to the marble floor at her feet. The betrayal is public. Brutal. Tristan doesn’t just reject her, he brands her a traitor, his smile sharp as the dagger he once gifted her. The guards drag her away as the court watches, her sister’s laughter following her into the dungeons. That night, a stranger emerges from the shadows of her cell. Prince Kaelan Dain, the exiled heir of the Thorn Court, offers her a choice: "Die a traitor, or live long enough to watch them burn." Seraphine chooses fire. Disguised as Kaelan’s bride, Seraphine enters the Thorn Court, a gilded nightmare of stitched lips and black roses. The courtiers smile with pearl-white teeth, their eyes hollow. The queen’s advisors never speak, their mouths sewn shut with silver thread. And Kaelan? He wears gloves at all times, hiding scars that glow like dying embers. Seraphine learns the hard way that the crown is no mere ornament, it’s a living thing, a parasitic horror that has consumed generations of royal heirs. It whispers. It hungers. And it has chosen her as its next vessel. But the crown isn’t the only monster in the court. Queen Lysara, who treats people like embroidery, something to stitch into pretty patterns or cut away when they fray. The Silent Blades, assassins with too many teeth and shadows that don’t move right. The First Daughter, a failed heir locked in the catacombs, her stretched face a grotesque mirror of Seraphine’s own. And Kaelan? He’s hiding something. Something that makes his hands shake when he thinks she isn’t looking. The deeper Seraphine digs, the uglier the truth becomes. Her engagement to Tristan was never about politics. She was bred for this, raised to be the perfect vessel for the crown. Kaelan isn’t just an exile. He’s the crown’s last surviving heir, fighting its influence day by day. The Thorn Court isn’t a kingdom. It’s a feeding ground. When the queen forces Seraphine to witness an "ascension" a living prince transformed into a hollow-eyed puppet, she realizes the crown doesn’t just want her body. It wants her rage. And her winnings. Seraphine’s skin cracks with emerald veins as the crown’s whispers grow louder. Tristan’s head on a spike, Kaelan kneeling at her feet, the kingdom hers for the taking. The only thing keeping her grounded? Kaelan’s scars, the ones that match hers. The garden’s heart holds the crown’s lifeblood, a pool of liquid darkness. To kill the crown, Seraphine must corrupt its source. But the cost? Becoming part of it. She plunges Pip’s dagger into the black water… and lets the void take shape. The Thorn Court collapses in on itself, its gilded halls now tombs. Seraphine emerges changed, her eyes flecked with black, her touch freezing. The crown is gone, but something lingers beneath her skin. Kaelan’s scars still glow. The roots run deeper than they thought. And in the ruins, something stirs… This isn’t a story about good versus evil. it is about what happens when the knife you wield against monsters start to feel like part your hand. And what will you sacrifice to keep it there.
Favyrytes · 12.2K Views

The Lustful Young Master starting with Holy Maiden.

Born with peerless talent, profound looks, and unfathomable strength, Young Master Zhao woke up one day and chose violence. --- Greetings, Fellow Daoists. This ancient scripture records the rise of a new Immortal Venerable. The one who defied fate, defiled heaven, and dominated all under the Nine Skies. They called him mad. They said he was courting death. But Young Master Zhao simply smiled and turned the heavens into his mount. From arrogant Ye Chen to the invincible Yang Kai, every so-called Son of Qi was but an insect crushed beneath his foot, stripped of destiny, reduced to stepping stone for his cultivation path. In a realm where the strong seize fate and the weak become dust, he was born with everything. While others pondered why the sun followed them, he was already a Holy Realm powerhouse, tearing through sacred mountains and enslaving ancient dragons with a single flick of his sleeve. From holy maidens to dragon priestesses, From Eastern princesses to Western empresses, From Northern jade maidens to Southern mature elders. One might count the stars in the heavens, But not the names in his harem scroll. If Fellow Daoists still do not know the difference between heaven and earth, then this scripture shall enlighten thou. --- BE WARNED, FELLOW DAOISTS! This is no ordinary scripture. Reading further may shake your Dao heart, weaken your spirit veins, and send your cultivation into irreversible Qi Deviation. Those beneath the bone age of 18 must avert their eyes, lest they be pulled into a forbidden dual-cultivation realm with no escape. This scripture contains a potent fusion of Yin and Yang, Male and Female, light and Dark. A sacred technique long prohibited by the righteous heavens! Only those with profound Dao harmony may begin to comprehend its lewd profundity. --- To the Young Masters of prestigious orthodoxy clans, wise sages & hermits, divine emperors, immortal venerables, great elders, profound sect masters, and even the all-knowing constellations: Support this rebellious scripture against the heavens by donating your Power Stones and Spirit Stones generously, And let the Lewd Dao rise once more! It's the fated time for us, the Lewd scholars, Cultured Daoists, Lustful Sages, sinister constellations, debauched emperors and horny Young Masters to stand against the righteous heavens and obtain the true Cultured enlightenment that has been suppressed since the dawn of time. For Lustful Dao!!! The Dao creator: LewdScholar Available at the celestial sea of Webnovel, if you are seeing this profound scripture somewhere else, then it won't contain any profound might. ---- Also, engraved below is the sacred glyph one must embed into their jade slip to locate the hidden gateway to the Cultural Holy Land: # https://discord.gg/PY4BVUPyPF Only those with a stable Dao heart and firm Yang essence may survive the trials within. This Venerable One does not boast idly, but let it be known that, the Cultural Holy Land harbors the greatest treasury of jade maidens’ immoral portraits across all Nine Realms and Thirteen Forbidden Heavens. From elven saints to beastkin war priestesses, from immoral demonesses to corrupted nuns, All forms of cultured yin exist here... awaiting worthy dual-cultivation partners. Fellow daoist, do you have what it takes to be a true dual cultivator? Enter only if you dare to cultivate with your soul, body, and lower dantian. If not, break your left hand, kowtow 100 times and ROLL!!! *** Exclusive discord role to those who purchase second tier privilege and above , to enjoy additional exclusive chapters on discord. ( Exclusive chapters contain no plot development )
LewdScholar · 532.7K Views

When A Filipino got Isekai'd with a Twist ! "only I can summon those!"

When a Filipino Brings a Gundam to a Sword Fight > "Oh great, another summoner. Just what we need—more useless adventurers." > > *Famous last words from Sir Knight-Who-Got-His-Butt-Kicked* Look, getting isekai'd is already weird enough, but being a Filipino summoner in a fantasy world? That's like bringing *balut* to a fancy French dinner party – completely unexpected and guaranteed to raise some eyebrows. Picture this: There I was, contemplating whether to have *sisig* or *adobo* for dinner, when suddenly – **POOF!** – I got yeet'd into Medieval Times™ faster than my mom could throw her legendary tsinelas. And what did the universe decide to gift me with? The supposedly "weakest" class: *a summoner*. But here's where it gets *interesting*. These fantasy folks thought I'd be pulling rabbits out of hats or summoning cute forest creatures. **Boy, were they in for a surprise!** Because while they were expecting wooden sticks and basic swords, I was busy figuring out if I could summon: * My mom's battle-tested tsinelas (with +20 critical hit, mind you) * A fully-loaded M16 *Armor you say? " How about a mask raider suit! Or iron man armor!(credit to marvel ) * And oh yeah, *casual flex*, **AN ENTIRE FREAKING GUNDAM** Let me tell you something funny about being the "weak" summoner – when you can call forth weapons that would make Michael Bay weep tears of explosive joy, suddenly nobody's laughing at your class choice anymore. Welcome to my story of how a Pinoy turned the weak summoner class from zero to hero, one ridiculous weapon at a time. yeah that's me your accidental hero! #connected universe!
WrathBuh69 · 81.4K Views

Crimson Rose Queen

Synopsis A modern woman. A tainted reputation. A crown she never wanted. Lynn Carter, a sharp-tongued gamer girl, never expected to wake up as Eleanor Sterling—the infamous “Scarlet Rose” of the Visterian Empire. Known for her beauty, cunning, and ahem, scandalous escapades, Eleanor is the last woman King Sebastian Leohart would ever choose as queen. Too bad her father, the prime minister, forced the marriage to consolidate power. Now, trapped in a body with a wicked past, Lynn must navigate a court full of vipers, a husband who despises her, and a swarm of suitors who think “notorious” means “available.” But this modern girl has a few tricks up her sleeve. Dare to underestimate her? She’ll outmaneuver you with wit sharper than a dagger. Dare to scorn her? Watch the empire’s “first harlot” become its most brilliant strategist. Dare to ignore her? Pray you never see her smile—especially while she’s burning your armies to ash over tea. And then there are the men—so many infuriatingly gorgeous men—who can’t seem to decide whether to ruin her or worship her: The King: Sebastian Leohart, the frosty monarch with blood-red eyes and snow-white hair. He married her for politics, but he can’t seem to stay away. The Scholar-Saint: A genius as pure as untouched snow, who loves her despite her body’s sins. The Warlord: A conqueror who would raze kingdoms for her smile, even as she drives a dagger into his back. The Shadow: Her most loyal knight, guarding her by day, and burning for her by night. But beneath all the glitter and games, something darker stirs. Eleanor’s soul wasn’t the first to inhabit this body. And someone wants the new queen dead...
NoPantsNick · 13.8K Views
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