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Após cometer suicídio, Jorge Manga, um assalariado achou que sua vida finalmente teria acabado, o inferno que ele mesmo criou, mas ele estava redondamente errado. Ele abriu os olhos e se viu no corpo de Alexsander Winchester, um jovem carteiro que tinha uma vida normal, antes de Jorge transmigrar no corpo dele. Agora como Alexsander, ele tem um novo objetivo: achar uma forma de voltar a sua família e entender a misteriosa marca em sua mão.

Liora had everything, silk gowns softer than clouds, and eleven royal brothers who treated her like a jewel. Her days were filled with naps and banquets, her biggest worry being whether sapphire blue matched better with her crown than royal gold. But fate had a cruel sense of humor. One night, she fell asleep in her warm bed with wine in her hand. The next, she woke up in a nightmare. A world ravaged by zombies. Smoke and ash filled the air. The ground was stained with blood. Her palace? Gone. Her servants? Gone. Her status? Worthless. The only thing that remained? Her will to survive. With no training, no supplies, and no clue how to swing a weapon, she was thrown straight into the depths of hell, until a cold mechanical voice echoed in her mind. [Welcome, Host. You have activated the Overlord System.] It sounded powerful, promising... until she learned the truth. She had no abilities, no resources, and a system that cared more about giving her impossible missions and drowning her in cosmic debt than helping her stay alive. While others awakened fire or telekinesis, she was stuck dodging Level 2 zombies with nothing but her fists and pure desperation. Every fight was a gamble. Every step forward cost blood, sweat, or worse—sanity. Yet she rose. She built her own base from scratch. Controlled supplies. Built a black market network in the ruins. People started to follow her, fear her, and even rely on her. And then he showed up. The aloof, deadly awakened one who never cared for others—until her. With piercing eyes and unmatched power, he could destroy armies. But when he tried to get close, to protect her, to understand her, Liora was too busy reinforcing her walls and negotiating food rations to entertain his brooding charm. He said he wanted to fight beside her. She said, "Unless you're here to dig trenches or clear zombies, move aside." He brought her rare supplies—medicine, clean water, even a working generator. She didn’t blink. "Bribing me with electricity? Cute. Now get in line with the others if you want shelter." Because in this world, there was no room for love when survival was still uncertain. But love, like the undead, is persistent. Trigger Warning: Violence, Gore, System Abuse, Psychological Trauma, Romantic Tension.

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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.

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!

On the day Princess Rosiline Thorne is to wed the love of her life and ascend the throne of Elarith, her kingdom burns. The chapel becomes a battlefield, her parents fall to blades, and her beloved sacrifices himself to save her from death. Fleeing with nothing but a torn gown and a shattered heart, Rosiline is caught in the forest by the last man she expected—the Midnight King, Rowan Vaelcor, the feared warlock who now rules the ashes of her world. But Rowan doesn’t bring chains. He brings a proposal. Pretend to be his bride. Survive. Stay hidden in the heart of his cursed castle, Blackbriar Keep, while the realm roils with rebellion and dark magic stirs beneath its skin. Rosiline wants nothing more than to hate him—but he is not the monster of legend. He is distant but gentle, cruel to his enemies but quietly kind to her. As the days pass and the shadows between them begin to soften, she finds herself drawn to the haunted king, even as grief claws at her soul. She was meant to be queen of a bright kingdom. Now she may become the bride of a cursed one. And something ancient is awakening in her blood. In a world where power is claimed through fire and deceit, love may be the most dangerous spell of all.

Everyone knew Ceres as the villain in her half-sister Ciena’s love story with Ryzel. She did everything to sabotage their relationship...so much so that on their wedding day, where she was supposed to be the maid of honor, she arrived wearing her dream wedding gown, a dress far more extravagant than the bride’s. Spoiled by their father, the wealthiest man in the country, neither the bride nor groom could do anything but endure the humiliation. The ceremony was filled with whispers, but Ceres only smiled, completely unbothered that she was ruining the most important day of her sister’s life. However, as they stepped outside the church, waiting for their cars to arrive, chaos erupted. A truck, its brakes failing, was heading straight for the crowd. People scattered in panic, desperate to escape. Ceres should have been safe. But amid the chaos, she noticed a small girl crying in the truck’s direct path...one that no one else seemed to see. Without hesitation, she ran, pulling the child to safety. She thought she had enough time to escape, but her long gown got caught on something. She couldn’t move. The truck hit her, crushing her under its weight. Even as she lay dying, she wasn’t thinking of herself. Her fading gaze searched the crowd until she saw the child safe in someone’s arms. A weak smile formed on her lips. And then...darkness. Ceres had done too many terrible things in her life. Surely, hell awaited her. But when she opened her eyes again, she was in a different world. She had been reborn as the young widow Empress of a crumbling kingdom...a woman who shared her name and face. But unlike her previous life of luxury, she now ruled over a dying empire on the brink of ruin. What did a spoiled brat like her know about leading a struggling nation? She had spent her past life wasting money, tormenting servants, and looking down on others. Now, she was forced to survive in a world where power, deception, and war reigned supreme. Would she rise as a true Empress, or would she fall just as she did before?

She was supposed to be the love of his life—until the tabloids crowned another woman in her place. Now, the world thinks she’s broken. They’re about to learn she’s dangerous. Evie Andrew thought she’d escaped her past. She had a quiet flower shop and an engagement ring from billionaire heir Tommy Mackenzie. A bright future was finally within reach. But when photos of Tommy on a secret date with glamorous socialite Alexa Donovan flood the tabloids, Evie’s fairytale explodes overnight. She is betrayed, humiliated and then... hunted. Someone is leaking her darkest secrets. Her stalker ex has returned with blackmail that could destroy everything. And the man she loves is caught between family legacy and public scandal. He’s smiling for the cameras with another woman—one who just might be trying to erase Evie from existence. As threats escalate from gossip columns to car chases and attempted murder, Evie is forced to choose: become the victim they expect, or rewrite the game. Because beneath the designer gowns and billion-dollar secrets, someone is lying. And in a world where trust is currency and love is leveraged, Evie’s about to show them what happens when a survivor stops running.

"Alethea and the Billionaires" Dark Billionaire Romance | High Society Alethea Vione was born into a world that worships power and money—two things she never had. Abandoned, betrayed, and sold to the highest bidder, her life became a game played by cruel billionaires and aristocrats who only saw her body, never her soul. They wanted to control her. They wanted to break her. But they forgot— Even a shattered girl can be dangerous when she learns to bleed with grace. Behind every forced smile, Alethea hid her pain. Behind every designer gown, she carried her scars. And behind the madness, one man quietly watched— not as a predator, but as a protector. In a world where loyalty is rare and lust is currency, will Alethea become their perfect prey, or rise as the woman they never expected to fear?

The first princess of the Cristiane Empire, Evelyn de P. la Cristiane, was a name that stirred whispers in every hall and alley of the empire—not out of admiration, but ridicule. Arrogant. Willful. Selfish. Those were the kinder words used to describe her. She shrieked at her maids for the smallest mistakes. She tore silk gowns just because she didn't like the shade. She ordered her meals to be thrown away simply because they weren’t “imperial enough.” Those who served her walked on eggshells, trembling with fear each day they woke up still assigned to the infamous Black Rose Palace. Black Rose—gilded on the outside, rotting on the inside. The palace farthest from the Imperial Heart, where warmth never reached, neither sunlight nor affection. It was where Evelyn was abandoned. The Empress had never even looked at her child. No one knew why. Throughout the empire, she was mocked and pitied. They called her "The Abandoned Princess," "The Unlucky Princess," and "The Powerless Princess." She was the object of ridicule across the empire. A royal in name only. And then one day, Evelyn tumbled down the grand staircase of her own neglected palace. A hard fall. A week-long sleep. Some thought it divine punishment, others, a mercy. But when she awoke, something was… different. The palace changed. No. Not the place. The princess. No tantrums. No smashed porcelain. No orders barked in fury. The princess who had terrorized her staff now sat quietly in her chamber, gazing out at the overgrown garden as if mourning something invisible. She sighed a lot. Didn’t speak unless spoken to—and even then, her words were slow, careful, small. She frightened her maids now, not with cruelty, but with calm. The truth was something no one could have imagined. Because the real Evelyn de P. la Cristiane was gone. In her place sat a girl with thousands of years behind her. A girl who remembered. --- She was an infinite reincarnator. Each life, each era, each world—forgotten the moment she died. Until now. The fall down the stairs had been just the right push. It shattered something open. And when Evelyn woke, she remembered everything—her countless pasts, the wars she had fought, the crowns she had worn, the magic she had wielded. --- But later, she realizes that she is actually being reincarnated into a reverse harem novel's world for thousands of years. A trashy reverse harem novel she read don't know how many years ago. A pretty setting, dramatic plots, an overly righteous heroine—and a pile of desperate male leads. Ugh. Evelyn didn’t care. Let the story play out as it wanted. Let the heroine win their hearts. Let the villains fall. She just wanted peace. Solitude. Maybe a quiet death this time. But fate, of course, laughed. --- At first, it was harmless. Soon, however, she began attracting unwanted attention. Men who were supposed to fall for the novel’s heroine began showing interest in her instead. At first, she ignored it. But as more and more of them appeared around her, even Evelyn started to feel uneasy. The heir to the Grand Duke. The captain of the Shadow Knights. The future master of the Mage Tower. The prince of a desert kingdom. A mysterious, wealthy merchant. The prince of the Elves. And it didn’t stop there. Men she didn’t even remember from the novel. Courtiers. Foreign envoys. One particularly daring priest. Even a villain character she vaguely remembered killing someone in chapter 23. They were all suddenly—unreasonably—interested. --- Evelyn: "Logically speaking, I’m far older than your ancestor’s ancestor. So could you all just go away already?" She rubbed her temple, clearly irritated. Evelyn: "I’m already tired of this whole reincarnation mess. Don’t make me remember anyone’s name—I barely remember my own."

I was slowly hearing his voice, seeing his exact location – the human realm!! But why? Why would he choose to go there instead of being with the demons like he said? We had thought he was a demon wolf since we were little and ever since then he has always hated himself. We were even lucky that he hadn't killed himself or rather hadn't been killed because it would create a greater problem for Cridwan and the whole universe with every single creature, the moon, the earth, the other planets and its people in addition. As the uneasiness inside of me grew, I began to see lots of imagery of Liam and I couldn't help but feel that I was close to him, that I would finally find him. And I could feel it, my soul was gradually leaving me – again! I closed my eyes and when I opened them back I was in front of a large mansion’s backyard, with the sky dark and the moon looking a lot smaller. I saw a woman dressed in a flare gown, and about to take her own life. She jumped down and fell into the large pool. Before I knew it, there was a thud…. Want to find out more? Tap continue to read on now… … Your lovely author here, Anita_Beauty My handles: Facebook: Anita Beauty (page) Instagram: Anita_Beauty TikTok: Anita Beauty.

Bella was never just a teenage girl. Smart. Beautiful. Dangerous. When she asked her crush to prom, she wore her most seductive gown — only to overhear him laughing with friends about using her. That night, something inside her snapped. What began as heartbreak spiraled into bloodshed. And Bella? She didn’t flinch. Driven by betrayal and rage, she plotted, killed, and made sure the world would remember his name — by hanging his remains on the school gates. But that was only the beginning. When whispers of her crime reach her family, Bella's mother tries to expose the truth… only to meet a gruesome fate. With the help of her devoted father and a priest who falls prey to her charms, Bella escapes to a new city.

THE LOVE CONTRACT: SYNOPSIS When 24-year-old Zara agrees to a blind date her mother arranged just to get her off her back she expects awkward small talk and maybe a free dinner. What she doesn't expect is Damien Cross, the arrogant, dangerously charming CEO of her ex-boyfriend’s company. And worse? He knows exactly who she is.He makes her a bold offer: pretend to be his girlfriend for a few weeks to get his relentless family and the media off his back. In return, he’ll make sure her ex—the one who ghosted her and then spread lies regrets ever letting her go.Zara knows fake dating never ends well. But one flash of Damien’s cocky grin, and she finds herself in over her head—living in his penthouse, wearing designer gowns to galas, and faking kisses that feel far too real.But as lines blur and secrets surface, Zara begins to wonder…Is she faking this relationship or falling into one?A swoony, sharp-tongued rom-com about second chances, fake love, and the unexpected real thing.

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.

Synopsis Can a marriage built on fragile truths and quiet deception truly endure? Is marriage love? Duty? A promise? Or was it always destined to fracture from the start? And in this entangled web of deceit lie three couples. Helena Dupont, a gentle and devoted alpha, embraces her role as a housewife with quiet pride, enduring the world’s ridicule with grace. Her wife, Celeste Laurent-Dupont, elegant and distant, finds herself haunted by the shadow of what could have been—with someone else. Then comes Vivienne Mercier is the very image of the perfect alpha: commanding, composed, admired. But beneath the surface lies a darker truth. Her wife, Margot Mercier, plays the part of the ideal spouse, hiding bruises behind silken gowns and practiced smiles. In their home, love is not comfort—it is control, fear, and silence. Lastly, a charismatic alpha with a dangerous allure, leaves a trail of broken hearts wherever she goes. Her wife, Juliette Renard, once burning with jealousy as Isabella’s strayed affections—now just a mere carcass of a woman she had once been as someone from her past, the one she greatly feared and bore hatred to, came back haunting her like a mad dog. When secrets are currency and appearances are everything, even love begins to feel like a lie.

Rhea Valencia, a practical and perpetually unlucky 21-year-old working college student, doesn’t believe in fairytale romances — not because she hates them, but because they’ve never worked out for her. She’s tried dating, but part-time jobs, academics, and her invisible radar for emotionally unavailable men have left her exhausted. She works nights at the dusty, underfunded Rosevale University Library, where the rarest books are kept locked away in the "Forgotten Wing" — a place even the most passionate readers avoid. One rainy evening, while working late, she’s surrounded by couples flirting and kissing even in the library. Irritated and secretly jealous, she pushes a heavy ladder to shelve books. A teetering book almost falls onto her — until a mysterious stranger steps in and shields her. He silently hands her a leather-bound book titled "A Moonlit Oath." No author. No index. Just gold-trimmed pages and a strange warmth to its cover. Curious, Rhea begins reading during her shift… and falls asleep with the book open on her lap. When she wakes up — she’s no longer in the library. She’s in a palace. In a wedding gown. Marching down an aisle… to marry the curse prince, the main villain of the story. The problem? She’s not supposed to exist in the story at all.

[A Reverse Harem Fantasy Romance] "Wherever there are shadows, there has to be a light" ~ Seraphina Winters, the Mafia Queen of the 21st century, dies at the age of 28 in an assassination attempt and finds herself facing the trial that will decide her place in the afterlife, i.e. - heaven or hell. However, a weird situation occurs when her bad deeds turn out to be equal to her good deeds performed during her mortal life. To solve the situation, the Council of Afterlife offers her a chance to increase her good deeds and secure her place in heaven. As for the offer - marry the Shadow Lords and revive the cursed land of Shadow City. The council even offers her their newly created system to help her with the impossible task. Dressed in an all-black wedding gown, Seraphina finds herself outside a haunted castle in the depths of a haunted city. From here begins Seraphina's journey of handling her four very hot but dangerous husbands while bringing a very dead city back to life with the help of the system. ----- For more updates about the story, follow me on Instagram: @nightsummer20 ******* Disclaimer: The book cover is mine.

“These bedchambers have missed your scent.” His voice, low and rough, made her pulse quicken. Her fear surged, boundless, as he closed the stained glass doors behind him. “Please…don't do this,” she pleaded, trembling as he pulled her close, his touch burning against her skin. “You fled this place while carrying my child. Why did you come back?” he murmured, his lips trailing down her neck as they had so many times before. "But you chased me all the way back!" her lips met his crushing her mouth with a forceful kiss burning her up. She groaned trying to free herself but it was a futile attempt. Dragging her to bed as she tried another futile attempt to escape he stripped her with rough yet controlled hands. "You could've casted me out of there. Gotten married to your ex. You had a better choice given," he kissed her collarbone. " But here you are laying beneath me as it was that night. When you were just a clueless innocent virgin." he grinned sarcastically. “I… don’t know,” she managed, her voice barely a whisper still trying to move away from his touch. "It useless to defy me. Now this is the only place left for you." And he reclaimed her with burning passion rendering her attempts to refuse him and escape him futile. ----->>>>> Luciana Mircea de Amanécer, princess of the Holy Empire that ruled the skies, had once lived in a world of beauty and privilege—a devoted father, joyful sisters, wealth, and a loving fiancé. Yet that life shattered with a single conversation. One day, her father appeared in her chambers, eyes solemn, bearing news that upended her world. “You will be married,” he said, but the name wasn’t that of the man she cherished. Instead, she was to be wed to the ruthless crown prince of the rival Demon Empire, an alliance forged to quell the simmering tensions between their kingdoms. “Father, please…” she begged. “My child,” he murmured, his voice heavy with regret. “It is your duty as the firstborn princess. This marriage will protect the realm… and your little sisters.” For the first time in her life, Luciana saw him bow to her, his plea wordless but clear. Yielding to her father’s desperate request, she accepted her fate. In a single day, she went from princess to wife, her dreams abandoned and her future reshaped. But worse yet the man who she was supposed to be wedded was replaced by a more ruthless hound. A more agonizing revelation that he was a slave with empty title in name. The white wedding gown was soon stained crimson, marking her descent into a life she could never have anticipated. Could she learn to accept a man for whom compassion was an unfamiliar luxury, or would the love she had left behind rise to rescue her?

"I, Alpha Kian Blackthorn, reject you, Aria Vale, as my mate and Luna." His words sliced through me like a blade.bI stood there, in front of the entire pack, dressed in the ceremonial gown my mother picked out waiting for the man the Moon Goddess had chosen for me to claim me as his mate. But instead… he humiliated me. I froze. For a heartbeat, I couldn’t breathe. My mother’s eyes locked with mine from the crowd, silently pleading with me to stay quiet, to not make a scene. But I couldn’t let him have the last word. "I, Aria Vale, accept your rejection, Alpha Kian." The words tasted like ash. The gasps from the crowd barely registered in my ears as I turned and walked away before anyone could stop me before anyone saw the test hidden inside my purse. The one I took that very morning. Positive. Two lines that changed everything. Banished from my pack, disgraced, and alone, I disappeared carrying more than just heartbreak with me. Nine months later, Alpha Kian finds me again. Only this time, I'm no longer the broken girl he cast aside. And he’s not ready for the truth I’ve been hiding.

“You look beautiful in that gown.” He whispered as he reached for my hand. I didn’t answer him. All I could feel was hatred, sadness, and sorrow. This is the worst day of my life. We faced the judge while I was trying to brush his hand off my arm. The entire event happened with me trying to move away from him while he keeps on pulling me beside him. The judge didn’t even ask me if I agree on marrying him. “And now, I pronounce you husband and wife! Mr. Hastings, you may kiss your wife now.” That phrase caused my whole body to shiver. I could still remember the time when he kissed me. Sebastine faced me and lifted the veil above my head. I froze in place for a moment while I was staring at his face. Slowly, he moved his face closer to me while looking straight into my eyes. My heart kept on beating so fast it felt like it was going to jump off my chest. He put his hand under my chin and made me look at him as he claimed my lips. I flinched but then I closed my eyes as I felt the warmth of his mouth. I wanted to push him away, I wanted to punch his face but I just couldn’t. It felt like a spell was cast on me.

She had everything… except the one thing her heart truly needed. Belladonna Jones was born into elegance—beauty, wealth, and prestige were stitched into her life like embroidery. But beneath the gowns, the gloss, and the magazine covers, was a girl starving for something money couldn’t buy: affection. Loved by everyone… yet known by no one,Bella hides her loneliness behind perfect smiles. Until she meets Caleb, a quiet, guarded man who sees past her perfection—and unknowingly awakens the parts of her she buried long ago. But when betrayal, family scars, and painful choices begin to unravel her world, Bella must face a truth she’s long avoided: To find real love, she must first find herself.

Zariah Noelle Vann never wanted to get married, especially not to the cartel heir who just tried to use her as a pawn. On the night of her forced wedding, betrayed and covered in blood, she runs away with nothing but her heels on and a ripped designer gown… crashing into a stranger’s penthouse. Alaric Benedetti is a Mafia billionaire, infamous arms dealer and a cold blooded killer with zero patience for lies of any sorts. But when Zariah stumbles into his suite during his private birthday party, he mistakes her for the escort he hired to entertain him. She plays along to stay alive and He plays rough because he likes the way she begs. But what was meant to be one night turns into an obsession. And when he finds out who she really is... HE. DOESN’T. LET. HER. GO. Zariah may think she just escaped one mafia, but she just got claimed by its king.

Three days before the wedding, Seraphina Vale thought she was living a fairytale. Julian’s penthouse smelled like citrus and cedarwood, the kind of scent you could bottle and name Success. He stood by the kitchen island in sweatpants and no shirt, hair still damp from the gym, smiling at her like she was the prize he never had to chase. “You’re staring,” he teased. Sera smirked over her coffee. “I’m just trying to remember why I said yes.” Julian crossed the room in three long strides, wrapped an arm around her waist, and kissed her like a man who always got what he wanted. “Because I’m devastatingly handsome and your mother loves me.” “Mm, two things I may soon regret.” She laughed, but it caught somewhere in her chest. Everything about her life looked perfect from the outside—magazine-worthy engagement, New York socialite status, a fiancé with flawless teeth and a startup about to go public. Her wedding hashtag had trended for two days straight. But something in Julian had changed in the last few months. He was still charming, still doted on her in public, still gave her everything she asked for. Everything except... presence. His kisses landed like rehearsed lines. His touches didn’t linger. And worst of all—he was always texting. Constantly. Smiling at his phone when he thought she wasn’t looking. Swiping it away too fast when she was. Sera asked once, lightly, “Who’s got you so entertained?” Julian had smiled and said, “Work, babe. You know how it is.” And she did. She wanted to believe him. She needed to. Because the alternative was a truth too ugly to say out loud. --- That afternoon, she met Madeline for dress fittings. Madeline had been her best friend since prep school—the kind of friend who held your hair back while you puked and swore she’d take your secrets to the grave. She was tall, magnetic, unapologetically wild. If Sera was the grace, Madeline was the chaos. “You’re glowing,” Madeline said, adjusting the bust of her lavender bridesmaid dress in the mirror. “You’re going to ruin every woman’s self-esteem on Saturday.” Sera looked at herself. The silk gown shimmered like a dream. But all she could see was a girl pretending not to notice how fast her world was unraveling. Madeline leaned in, voice low and teasing. “You sure you’re ready for monogamy? One man for the rest of your life? No more flirty brunch waiters or sultry European getaways?” Sera raised an eyebrow. “Who said anything about giving up flirty brunch waiters?” They both laughed, but Sera caught the flicker in Madeline’s eyes. A flash of guilt? Or just her own imagination turning shadows into monsters? She told herself not to be paranoid. She had no reason to be. Madeline had been there through everything—every broken heart, every public failure, every bottle of rosé drunk at 2 a.m. in their twenties while crying over boys who didn’t deserve them. Julian was hers. Madeline was her best friend. What could possibly go wrong? --- Later that night, lying in bed with Julian’s arm thrown over her waist like a lazy anchor, Seraphina stared at the ceiling and whispered, “You still love me, right?” Julian didn’t move. “Of course.” “No hesitation?” He chuckled, half-asleep. “You’re just having wedding nerves, babe. It’s normal.” She wanted to ask about the texts. About the long nights at the office. About why he kept turning away from her in bed. Instead, she closed her eyes. And dreamed of waves crashing and silk burning.

I died betrayed, blood soaking my silk gown as the man I loved raised the blade. But fate gave me a second chance—waking me up in my seventeen-year-old body, years before the war, the heartbreak, and my death. Now, Duke Ravencourt—the ruthless “Villain of the North” and my former executioner—is waiting to marry me again. This time, I won’t be his victim. I’ll be the perfect bride… The cunning player… The unstoppable force who will rewrite my fate. Love, revenge, and power collide in a deadly game where every smile hides a secret—and every kiss could be my last. Will I forgive him… or will I end him first?

WARNING: MATURE CONTENT) A Cursed Prince, which everyone saw as the demon God. He was cursed to do many things he didn’t want to. He was a great warrior and was never in history defeated in battle. He was feared by many and he was seen as a threat to other kingdom. *** The Prince Lorcan was excellent in Fencing at a very small age. He came with the head of the chief Army each time he return from the battlefield. He made other kingdoms fear him, he had most kingdom in his control and this made the villagers saw him as a Wicked Prince. He killed whomever went against him without thinking twice. As a Princess from a The Great Kingdom Santok. She was seen as the doll of the family, she was dressed up in Elegant gown with Heavy Jewelries . She hardly stepped out of the house. She was really guarded in the palace. She was King Albert’s only Princess and she never left the walls of the Palace only on Occasions. She rejected Suitors because they were either too Proud or Greedy for her Father’s wealth. Most Princes from Far Nations came to seek for her hand in marriage just to take leadership as the next king. She didn’t want that, she wanted true love. The Kingdom of Santok was slowly falling apart, then he seeked help from King Reagan, and a condition was given to him stating that his Princess must marry his Son. This was a big deal for King Albert so he had no other choice than to accept just so that the Kingdom would retain their Pride. Now The Princess is forced to marry the Rumored Demon. How would she cope? Find out! ^ ^

Akashi was a boy so beautiful it seemed the gods had sculpted him with a touch of mischief and a dash of fragility. He wasn’t handsome in the rugged, masculine way of knights or warriors. No—his beauty was softer, captivating in its innocence. His frame was small, almost delicate, and his pale skin looked as if it had never known hardship, kissed only by the gentle sunlight of his village fields. With wide, striking black eyes that shimmered like obsidian under moonlight, and hair the color of a calm, endless ocean, Akashi possessed a charm that defied age, status, or reason. He didn’t know it, but his very existence pulled at the hearts of those who saw him—like an untouched gem waiting to be claimed. And yet, he had been untouched for a reason. Akashi had never known life beyond the boundaries of his village. He grew up surrounded by warm smiles and familiar voices. Every elder knew his name. Every child wanted to play by his side. His days were simple, his heart untouched by cruelty. But peace is a fragile thing. One night, it shattered. The sky turned crimson. Screams tore through the quiet air. Fires devoured homes. Demons—twisted beasts of shadow and rage—descended without warning. They killed with a hunger that could not be reasoned with. By morning, the village was gone. Ashes, corpses, and silence were all that remained. And Akashi… Akashi was alone. The last heartbeat in a graveyard of memories. He wandered for days, hollow and dazed, until rough hands seized him. Chains replaced freedom. Smiles were replaced by cold appraisals. And so, the boy once adored by all became something else—something to be sold. A slave. At the capital's grand auction house, he was stripped, washed, and displayed like merchandise. His beauty caused a stir. Whispers spread like wildfire. "Look at those eyes..." "That hair... Is it dyed? No, it’s real..." "So delicate... Is he even human?" To them, he was no longer a boy with a heart, but a prize to possess. A fantasy in fragile form. He stood on the stage, trembling slightly, barely able to process what was happening. The voices of the crowd blurred together—hungry, leering, filled with desire and greed. The auctioneer’s booming voice called out the bids as if Akashi were nothing more than a fine vase or a rare jewel. The numbers climbed quickly. Too quickly. Akashi’s knees weakened beneath the weight of invisible eyes drinking him in. He stared at the marble floor, trying not to cry. Then, suddenly, the room fell silent. A voice—deep, commanding, and heartbreakingly beautiful—cut through the air like silk over steel. “Fifteen thousand gold.” Time seemed to pause. Every head turned. At the back of the room, standing beneath the golden chandelier, was a woman unlike any other. She wore a flowing red gown that hugged her form like it was crafted by the gods themselves. Her long, golden hair shimmered like strands of sunlight, cascading over her shoulders with effortless grace. Her eyes, cold and blue as a glacier’s heart, stared ahead with quiet power. Even the nobles drew back. This was no ordinary bidder. It was one of the Princesses of the Three Great Kingdoms. Whispers erupted anew—but no one dared challenge her offer. Who would? She stood like royalty incarnate, a goddess who walked among mortals, and she had just claimed Akashi as her own. The boy raised his head slowly, unsure of whether to feel fear or relief. His eyes met hers—just for a second—and something in his chest shifted. She didn’t smile. She didn’t leer. Her gaze was unreadable. But it was powerful. Absolute. And it made his knees weak for an entirely new reason. He didn’t know her name. Not yet. But she had bought him. And somewhere deep inside, something told him—his life was never going to be the same.

"No, I'm not. Can we go to the celebration hall?" "No, we can't. If the Alpha sees us there, we are doomed," I tried to explain to my wolf. "Please, Ava, just a look and we will be back." "Can we not go? We can use this opportunity to run away," I asked in a pleading tone, but she didn't respond and just retreated back to my head. I sighed and considered running into the woods, but I shook my head against it and went down the path that leads to the pack house. "Thank you, Ava," my wolf whispered, and I nodded.Despite the chaos in my heart over going to the pack house, I made the effort for my wolf. She was broken, and I couldn't bear to hurt her feelings, especially since this was the first thing she had asked of me. Upon arriving at the pack house, I was astonished by its beauty. The ladies were adorned in stunning gowns, and the men looked dapper in formal attire. I was impressed and found myself excited to explore. "See, isn't it fun?" my wolf remarked. "Yeah, sure," I replied eagerly, wandering around instead of hiding. "Ouch," I bumped into someone and fell. The room fell silent, and as I looked up, I met the angry face of Alpha Maximus Darkwood. My face paled, realizing this could be my last day.

I died. Not in some glorious battle or noble sacrifice — I was hit by a van. Yes, a van. Probably delivering tofu. When I opened my eyes, I was kneeling in a celestial void, dressed in a golden wedding gown, staring up at a man who looked like he had been sculpted from stars and shadows. “By divine pact and fallen starlight, you are now my wife,” he said. Excuse me, what? He claims I begged him for this. That I traded my life, my soul, and my future... in exchange for justice. I don’t remember any of it. I don’t remember him. But Lucien — the God of the Underworld — remembers everything. He says he loves me. He says I chose him. He says there's no way out. And the worst part? There are markings on my body I’ve never seen before, visions I can’t explain, and a gnawing feeling that… This isn’t the first time I’ve died.

"Some stories don't end with love. Some hearts never heal. And some obsessions are deadly." She loved him for 12 years. For 12 years, he never looked back. Ayla Wilson's world revolved around one man-Silas Williams.A love unspoken, a devotion unseen. She was the girl who watched from the shadows, the girl who never dared to step too close. Until the night she ran. Until the night she had nowhere else to go. A forced marriage. A locked door. A father who saw her as nothing more than a bargaining chip. The walls closed in, suffocating, unbreakable. Then came the escape. A wedding gown stained with rain and desperation. Footsteps pounding against the pavement. And a destination she should have never chosen. Silas Williams! But Silas was no longer the distant boy she once admired. He was untouchable. Ruthless. A man with a heart colder than she could ever imagine. A wife by law, yet a ghost in his world. A marriage that existed only in ink, hidden behind their home. A dangerous love. She told herself she could survive this. That she could live in his shadow without demanding more. Then everything changed. A loss so cruel it shattered everything.

Kristen Rose never meant to marry billionaire Max Ethan Anderson. But fate and a cruel twist placed her at the altar. On what was supposed to be Max and Lena’s wedding day, Lena ran off for selfish reasons. When her plan backfired, she returned, accusing Kristen of kidnapping her. In truth, it was Lena who tricked Kristen into wearing her wedding gown and walking down that aisle. Max found out the truth right there on the stage right before the kiss. But instead of stopping the ceremony, he masked his fury. After the wedding, he gave Kristen a cold deal.... Twenty days to divorce Twenty days with a man who resents her for everything she never meant to do. But what Max didn’t expect was Kristen’s heart to be so real. And what Kristen didn’t expect was to start falling for the man behind the icy glare. Just when hope begins to bloom, Max shatters it all. He marries Lena instead, telling the world he’d never choose a "low-life" like Kristen even though he loved her more than anything. Lena, now his wife, sees Kristen as a threat. And she’ll do anything to erase her permanently. When tragedy strikes, the world believes Kristen is dead. Until she returns. Stronger. Smarter. Fearless. And this time, she’s not alone. Kristen is now teaming up with Max’s most powerful enemy. And Max never saw it coming.