Dea Jewels

The 'tragic' truth tells us that time-traveling is a technical skill, and clearly, Ye Zao was mediocre at it. Being duped by her own penny-pinching uncle into becoming a lowly concubine in someone else's house was bad enough, but why did it have to be in Fourth Master's residence? Being just a mere Concubine, how was she to get by? The starting point was too low, the background too poor, the bargaining chips too few! The big BOSS had too much HP, and every mini BOSS was lethal! After much deliberation, playing the virtuous act would get her killed, because there was Lady Ulaanala ahead of her. Playing the shrew would also lead to death, for there was Li Consort Fujin behind her. Bearing sons wasn't permitted, yet not bearing them left her with no support—what a conundrum of a life! Having finally maneuvered her way from the residence into the palace, she still had The Empress Dowager on top, who disliked her for not looking dignified enough! Fortunately, Fourth Master didn't mind, and he secretly quite fancied her undignified looks! Ye Zao's goal was to live a good life, clothed in silk and jewels, exalted and lofty.

She, breathtaking and indifferently gentle, soft and adorably clueless. She was a Divine Doctor who could bring the dying back to life, and also a poison expert who killed without trace! She possessed a pair of clairvoyant eyes, and also a body filled with mysterious vital energy! People said: Even Yama Raja had to give way to those An Yiqing wished to save! He, cold and aloof, stunningly handsome like a deity. He was the most outstanding descendant of the Ancient Martial Arts Families and also the youngest general of Xuanjin Country! He was an emperor who emerged from darkness and blood, holding great power and deciding over life and death! When the gently indifferent her and the cold and proud him met, what kind of sparks would they ignite? Affection chapter: An Yiqing asked, "Hm, I heard you like me?" Gu Yelin stiffened, "Yes!" An Yiqing's eyes fell, her voice flat, "But I can't be with you." "Reason." Gu Yelin's voice was dark and heavy; his heart clenched in pain—he had been poisoned, and only this little white rabbit in front of him was the cure! "Master said I have an incurable disease." "If you live, I live; if you die, I die!" Gu Yelin's voice was low and resolute. An Yiqing's downcast eyes gradually reddened, and the corners of her mouth curled slightly, "Every time I see you, my heart races, I struggle to breathe, and my cheeks turn red. Master said that's the incurable disease, and only you can heal me." Gu Yelin's dark eyes surged with waves of joy and excitement, like a surging undercurrent. ...Only she could cure his poison, and only he was the medicine for her. Underdog chapter: At the banquet Qin Jia: "Who do you think you are? Just an orphan with no parents, what right do you have to cling to Young Master Gu's side?" An Yiqing's eyes swept over coldly, a mocking smile on her lips, "Relying on you who would be nothing without the Qin Family, relying on me who could pinch you to death with one hand!” “You slut!"— Qin Jia, furious, raised her hand to slap An Yiqing. "Sick of living!" Suddenly, a pair of iron-like hands gripped Qin Jia's arm tightly; he had only left for a moment. Who was this blind person daring to bully his treasure? Qin Jia roared resentfully, "Young Master Gu, why are you doing this to me? She's just a wild child with no parents!" "Who dares to say that the An Family's only jewel is a wild child?!" A furious rebuke erupted like a thunderclap, shaking the entire banquet. Baby chapter: The plump Little Bun wriggled his little bottom, his glutinous voice carrying a complaint, "Daddy, why won't you let me sleep with Mommy?" Gu Yelin's mouth twitched, "You are a man, you cannot cling to my wife." "Hmph! Jealous men are so annoying!" Little Bun mumbled, "The Uncle Duan who came to see Mommy yesterday is nice, so is the Uncle Bai who I met last week, and there's Uncle Li who gave me a big red envelope during the New Year and that pretty auntie, they are all nicer to me than Daddy!" Third Young Master Gu's temples throbbed. Why, even though his adorable little white rabbit was married, did those wolves with greed in their eyes still not give up? Men were one thing, but even women were trying to get involved! Third Young Master Gu felt aggrieved; the road to being a henpecked husband is long and arduous~ ************************************ The author says: This story slightly incorporates special abilities with fantasy elements. Every place name, medical term, and jargon used within the context of gambling-stone craft is all fictional. Industry insiders, please do not criticize, thank you!~

When Xu Ying woke up in the post-apocalyptic world, she found herself back at eighteen years old in her previous life! Luckily, her portable space was filled with spoils from raiding supermarkets, including clothing, food, shelter, and various weapons and medicines. This made Xu Ying ecstatic. In an era of scarce resources and poverty, she had enough to ensure her family lived a good life. While other families favored sons over daughters, Xu's family had always cherished Xu Ying as their precious jewel. Having squandered a good hand in her previous life, she was determined to do better this time by kicking scumbags to the curb and tearing down the 'green tea' women, all while protecting her family and incidentally snagging the toughest man in the village! Huo Chen had a solitary nature and fearsome appearance, causing children to cry at the sight of him, but Xu Ying, who had honed her skills during the apocalypse, was not afraid of the notoriously fierce man at all. Xu Ying: What do you want to do? We're just partners. Huo Chen: You think you can seduce me and then run? No way.

He is Bruce, The Criminal Lawyer "Is he a lawyer who defends criminals" "Or is he a criminal and a lawyer" Micah, the jewel of Justice, rogue agent "A badge for hire to governments" What happens when the government hires Micah from Berlin to dismantle the criminal empire. Two rivals, but are they just rivals or there is something deeper Bruce or Micah

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

They took everything from her—her name, her title, her future. Once promised to the Crown Prince and hailed as the jewel of House Aramour, Lady Selene watched her world collapse overnight. Branded the daughter of a traitor and cast aside for a prettier, safer cousin, she vanished from the nobility without protest. One year later, she returns. But not as the quiet girl they remember. The ballroom whispers. The prince stares too long. The woman who replaced her begins to unravel. And Selene? She plays her part to perfection—sweet, graceful, obedient—while weaving a web around every person who helped destroy her family. This isn’t a story of forgiveness. This is a story of survival. Of strategy. Of war without swords. Because the court forgot one thing: A noblewoman isn’t a weapon. She’s the one who chooses when to draw the blade.

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.

Alistar Rouge was born a thief, raised a thief, and a thief by choice, so when The Fence gave him a sweet tip about a precious jewel belonging to a careless noblewoman, he couldn't not attempt to steal it. Obviously, he got caught, but something else happened that went beyond his wildest expectations. Not only was he cursed with the sweetest, most dreadful curse, but he unintentionally involved an innocent woman who merely tried to save him. Now, they hungered, and the city of Onyxport became their hunting ground. They prowled the night, and others cowered in fear of them for they were the terror. Who knew that being evil felt so good?

Aurora Stone: My family gave me their love, trust, undivided attention— everything. And when I needed them the most they snatched it all away. They left me with nothing but hollow silence. My best friend betrayed me. Hurt me. My mate rejected me. To them, I was nothing but a precious jewel— something that could make them rich and raise their status in society. But once I lost my honor, I was worthless in their eyes … just an object that belonged in the trash. After scarring my soul, they sold me to monsters who tortured me and scarred my face. With nothing left to lose, I planned the impossible: An escape from the Lycan palace. So? I killed myself and became a dead Luna. After my escape, I was planning to live in a human town and rebuild myself. No one would chase a dead Luna ever. Right? Nah! I guess I was wrong. Fate had other plans. It led me back to Sebastian King, the ruler of Velmora Kingdom. Last time, he did let me walk away. This time, he is not letting me out of his sight. But he needs to understand. I’m already dead. And dead people never come back. Now I’m Phoenix. A warrior who rose from the ashes. I don’t have a mate and I don’t belong to anyone. Sebastian King: I thought I lost her forever, but here she is, standing before me in full armor, staring boldly into my eyes. My kitten has grown into a firestorm. Now that I have found her, I won’t let her go. It’s time she remembers— she’s my mate and no one gets to claim her.

James was never meant to be ordinary. Born from a secret experiment, he possesses abilities beyond human limits—strength, speed, and a hidden power even he fears. Yet, despite his formidable gifts, he struggles with the one thing he never thought would matter: love. Married out of duty, James sees his wife as little more than an obligation—until fate forces him to reconsider. As unexpected feelings awaken, he realizes she may be the only person who can truly reach him. But just as their bond deepens, the past resurfaces. Shadows from his origins threaten everything he holds dear, and his greatest enemies know exactly how to break him. With danger closing in, James must fight not just for love, but for survival. Can he protect the woman who has become his heart, or will his past destroy them both?

In a fractured multiverse where ancient bloodlines rule hidden empires of impossible wealth, one young man’s fate is about to ignite a war that spans worlds. Eryndor Kael, a sharp-witted survivor from a ruined city, stumbles upon an artifact of unspeakable power the Astra Mourn, a sentient crystal that bonds with his very soul. Its whispers promise realms beyond imagining and riches that could buy gods, but also shatter the balance of the known universes. Hunted by cloaked assassins of secret dynasties and watched by councils whose coffers overflow with gold stolen from entire planets, Eryndor finds his only refuge in the arms of Seris Amara, a fierce princess of a hidden royal lineage who might hold both the key to his salvation and the dagger to his heart. Together, they are drawn into a labyrinth of floating cities made of sapphire, deserts where spirits trade futures for breath, and courts where jeweled masks hide conspiracies older than time. With every realm Eryndor conquers, new mysteries unfurl and new enemies rise to tear him and Seris apart. Yet destiny is not merely to sit upon a throne of emerald and shadow. A darker truth beckons: The Astra Mourn did not choose him to rule it chose him to remake the very fabric of creation. Will love endure when kingdoms crumble and reality itself begins to break? Or will Eryndor’s thirst for answers and the power to protect those he loves unleash a cataclysm that no realm can survive?

In a world still bearing the scars of recent wars, a truly exceptional man was born. His power could be felt miles away, his beauty captivated everyone who saw him, and his abilities were beyond imagination... This heaven-blessed man was… not part of our story, sorry :-p We often hear about those overpowered heroes, born with immense talent or into illustrious families, those privileged few to whom destiny has smiled. But what about us, the ordinary people ? Those without innate talent or privilege? Those who must build everything from scratch? This is the story of Ikku, a teenager to whom life has never been kind. An ordinary person, just like you and me, who simply understood that if he had no talent, he’d have to create one himself. Embark on an extraordinary journey in a fantastic world filled with mystery, as Ikku sets out to find the 4 legendary Millennium Jewels, treasures no one has ever been able to recover. Will sheer determination and willpower be enough to accomplish such an impossible feat? Only time will tell.

[Mature Content Warning] In the fading twilight of the Moorish empire, Aneesa is betrayed by her family and sold to the palace as a concubine. But the Alhambra holds more than silks and secrets-within its walls lie dangerous scrolls, ancient alchemy, and a prince (Emir) who'd rather vanish into books than claim his throne. When the palace's future collides with an approaching army, Aneesa and Emir Tariq must decide whether love is their greatest weakness or their most powerful weapon. Forbidden love, dark magic, and courtly betrayal collide in this slow-burn historical fantasy where passion may be the only thing strong enough to rewrite fate. --- Excerpt --- Aneesa melted into him, hands grasping at his muscular arms. His fingertips slid along her back, pulling her in with the urgency of someone who had denied himself too long. She gasped as he picked her up and spun her around. In no time, her spine met the cold stone table, and scrolls and ink jars were knocked aside. Their tongues thrashed together as one hand clutched at her breasts and another raised her robe and navigated up her inner thigh. The Emir paused, looking at her with eyes on fire with desire.

Perfect. That’s what people call Princess Elysia. Blessed with rare red fire magic and trained by the best, she’s the shining jewel of the kingdom of Arvandor. But perfection has a price. When the ruthless Demon Queen Malvoria sets her sights on Elysia, all hell breaks loose—literally. As Malvoria’s army lays waste to Arvandor, Elysia’s life is shattered. Her beloved father, the king, is slain, and her once-peaceful home becomes a battlefield. Forced to flee with her girlfriend, Zera—the fierce daughter of her magic teacher—and her mentor, Lady Seraphina, Elysia’s journey of survival begins. But Malvoria wants more than just a kingdom. She wants Elysia, and nothing will stand in her way. As Elysia’s hidden powers awaken, an unexpected and dangerous attraction sparks between her and the demon queen.

I woke up in a cold, prison cell injured and with no memories, only the echo of a name I couldn't place and a pair of storm-dark eyes, haunting my dreams. He told me that I am his queen. That I belonged to him. King Vesperian, the enigmatic king with a smile like sin and a gaze that unraveled me. He pulled me from the shadows and draped me in silks and jewels, swearing I was safe, cherished… loved. But if I was his, why did it feel like I was being watched, studied, played? In a palace wrapped in beauty and secrets, I walk the line between fantasy and fear, drawn to a husband who feels like both protector and captor. The court whispers, the walls close in, and with every fleeting memory that returns, I’m forced to wonder: is this a second chance at love—or the beginning of a dangerous game I already lost once?

She was born a Grant — brilliant, beloved, and bound to inherit everything. Until they erased her. Framed for madness, stripped of her name, and replaced by a manufactured imposter, Ava Grant vanished from the elite world that once called her their crown jewel. Five years later, she returns. But not for revenge. For reckoning. With cold precision and buried memories clawing back to life, Ava sets out to reclaim her legacy — and expose the hidden experiment that stole her identity. Alongside Lucian, a powerful man with secrets of his own, Ava must navigate betrayal, forbidden truths, and the twisted family that tried to rewrite her story. They threw her away. But now she’s the one choosing who gets buried.

When William first met Sebastian John, he had two souls, and when he was dying in his hands, both had one and a half. William Ultras was no more than an ordinary jeweler, so ordinary that no one, not even himself, ever thought he was the reincarnation of the lover of Ozhem’s legendary wizard. He dreamed of a long life with a happily ever-after ending, but when the Shadow Army emerged from the deep darkness they had waited in for centuries, they placed a coffin carrying the name of William Ultras in the center of Ozhem. The Ozhemians didn’t hesitate to surrender the next victim to his true master, Sebastian John, whom they believed was the reason for this everlasting peace. But William’s greed to breathe drove him to Sunless, the land of eternal darkness, where he sought the help of Griffin, the ruling wizard, to end the cursed circle of his deaths. But Sebastian John, sensing William’s absence, awoke early to bring him back before the fifth day of the eleventh month. By giving up his vision and breaking the spell of Sebastian’s mesmerizing eyes, William has now bought himself enough time to recall his past lives and answer why he must sacrifice himself to Sebastian John for the twenty-first time.

When empires fall, legends rise from the ashes. Vaelorian Empire, the shining jewel of the continent, has fallen, not to armies or kings, but to something far older and far more terrifying: a failed experiment from a forgotten era, now reborn as 'The Destroyer'. Elira, a survivor of the catastrophe with her small group of knights finds themselves alone in a world tearing at its seams. Kael, a masked commander of a small army consisting of only the most loyal soldiers, holds the key to stopping the oncoming darkness, but his past is a secret buried beneath scars and silence. As war erupts, power shifts, and ancient enemies awaken, the paths of three extraordinary souls collide: A survivor of the destruction. A soldier born from broken science. A traitor who may become the world's last hope. But in a world built on secrets, no alliance is safe. And as the sky darkens, the line between hero and villain begins to blur. Epic in scope and intimate in emotion, The War Criminal's Crown is the first chapter in a tale of rebellion, redemption, and the price of forgotten knowledge.

She was once Ivy Reed, a 21st-century assassin, the best even, and now she's trapped in a kingdom ruled by magic. In the body of someone who bared the same name- Ivy. The magicless daughter of, Marquis Ravenshield. Thrust into the royal spotlight and bound by an unexpected marriage to Prince Tristan of Embercrown—the cold, feared ninth prince—Ivy finds herself at the heart of a court that watches her every move. But beneath the jewels and silks, she resumes her life as an assassin, moving unseen through the dark undercurrents of palace life. She juggles her double life—playing the perfect princess by day, and handling threats the only way she knows how by night. But danger is never far, and love might just be the one enemy she didn’t see coming.

Suddenly, Kael is marked by ancient runes, hunted by magic guilds, and haunted by the spirit of a forgotten monarch. The crown he carries holds no jewels—but within it lies the final spark of the fallen empire’s power. With a cold blade-dancer at his side, a beastkin thief with a heart of gold, and enemies closing in from the skies above and below, Kael must journey across a fragmented world to reclaim his legacy. But with each step he takes toward the throne, the question grows louder: Is he destined to rebuild the kingdom... or destroy what’s left of it?

In the gritty underbelly of a neon-lit city, Jack Carlow, a nobody from Gumma Street, scrapes by with a chipped credit card and an eviction notice haunting his door. When a mysterious group called H.U.N recruits him through their elusive operative Taylor, Jack’s life spirals into a high-stakes game of deception and danger. A single phone call to the FDCEA triggers a massive drug bust, revealing a synthetic opioid empire tied to the untouchable HERGA Group. As Jack navigates cryptic quests—unlocking secret lockers, dodging explosions, and infiltrating elite galas—he’s caught between H.U.N’s shadowy agenda, HERGA’s ruthless power, and the FDCEA’s DEA-style pursuit. With every step, Jack’s pushback against Taylor’s “fun” claim grows, his distrust deepening as he uncovers a web of surveillance, betrayal, and deadly secrets. One wrong move could turn him to ash, but Jack’s determined to unravel the truth—or die trying.

Dark Fantasy | Epic Reincarnation | Tragic Romance Every hundred years, the city of Astrael is reborn—and cursed again. Once the crown jewel of rebellion against the gods, Astrael now suffers an endless cycle of divine punishment. Each century, the city wakes under a new nightmare: cities of fire, seas of silence, skies of blood. Its people live, die, and forget. Except for one. Kael, a soul damned by his own wish, remembers every life. Every death. Every curse. Once a scholar, now a weary wanderer, Kael has lived through over eighty-seven apocalypses, cursed with memory but no power to break the cycle. Until this time. In the 88th rebirth, Kael meets Nyra, a woman of fire and fury who remembers him—and the day he destroyed her. Together, they seek the mythical Cursekeeper, a ghostly figure said to hold the key to ending Astrael’s suffering. But truth is a weapon, and memory is a prison. The deeper Kael digs into the city's past, the more he begins to question: Was Astrael cursed by the gods... or by him? > What do you do when the thing you're trying to save is the very curse itself?

“You took my crown, now I’ll burn your throne.” Once a favored noble lady destined to be queen, Aurelia Vaelthorn is betrayed, cast aside, and left to rot in the ashes of a crumbling legacy. But Aurelia is not the kind to weep. She rises—sharper, colder, and ready to reclaim what was stolen. Beneath the silken veils and jeweled smiles of the imperial court lies a battlefield of lies, blood, and power. Torn between a manipulative Crown Prince who once used her... and a silent knight whose loyalty might shatter kingdoms, Aurelia weaves her vengeance like a deadly waltz. In a realm where beauty kills and loyalty burns, will Aurelia take back her crown—or lose herself in the game of thrones?

Pag-ibig na walang hanggan, mga kaibigan na magiging dahilan ng isang malaking sigalot. Matutunan nya pa bang magmahal o mananatili ang puso nyang kasing tigas ng isang bato? She's the one She's the saviour of all mages. She's the light....but can also be the dark. She will hunt you She will kill every people who mess to her. Everything will be possible for her She is Bellatrix Medea Quenneville....The Heartless Powerful Princess of Nethilor Kingdom.

Reshaine, Abidale, and Eleanor are living their normal teenage life, visiting their grandfather from time to time on his farm. Everything started getting unusual after an encounter with the old oak in their grandfather’s yard. It was magical and very unrealistic. They started feeling like there was a burning fire inside of them that gradually grow much bigger and hotter. More and more, they became aware that something is wrong with them. The urge of something inside them is too strong, and they ended up somewhere unknown to anyone. It was somehow peaceful and scary at the same time.

The sky split open. Thunder didn’t roll—it roared, howled, like a beast wounded by fate. The heavens bled crimson as celestial lightning arced through the skies, searing the firmament. Rain poured down, not water, but something heavier—mixed with ash and divine residue. Olympus itself trembled. High upon the *Altar of Judgement*, chained by glowing celestial runes, knelt a boy. *Kyrillos*. Barefoot, beaten, and broken—not by combat, but by betrayal. His once radiant robes were in tatters, his body scorched with marks of restraint, divine bindings pulsing against his skin. He was seventeen. The boy once praised as the Prodigy of the Silver Flame, the Heir of the Celestial Phoenix Sect… now a heretic, condemned by those who once toasted his victories. Around him stood the *Twelve Grand Houses*, their banners flapping wildly in the divine storm. Faces half-shadowed under golden helms and jeweled crowns, yet none dared look him in the eye. Only one figure, hidden in the rear, wept silently behind a silver veil—*Aphrodite*.

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.

He felt his whole being swept away by the melody and gentleness of her soft voice. He can't help but crave to hear her every single, second, hour, minute, and hour all the days of his life. The more he listened the more he found himself getting drunk and attached to her. Slowly, his longings and cravings grew into an addiction to an obsession that he couldn't sleep or think straight without hearing her. As he tries to deny his growing feelings the possessive beast in him yearns to capture her soul, attention, and everything within she owned to himself. Unknown to him his addiction has slowly started to turn from obsession to possessiveness growing into love. __  A chance encounter that brings two souls together and develops a very twisted and beautiful story between them. Sour to bitter moreover love. Malone was born a jade beauty and jewel of her parents. She ventures into the crude world to survive by all means after losing her father in a homicide accident. She and her mother were left to battle the bills and disgrace from the loan shark, money used to settle the damages after the accident. Her life changed the day she unknowingly caught the interest of a well-known billionaire mafia Alexon while working as a singer in a combo club.  — It was a lovely scene to behold. Her soft and mellow voice which can be referred to as a golden one rings and captures the hearts of every man present in the club putting them in a trance, while their hungry eyes lock on her slender body swinging from side to side as she hypnotizes them with her angelic voice. Her smiles melted their hearts. The sharp contrast of her purple hair radiates with her creamy skin. It was unknown to her the cold gaze locked on her from the first floor of the club through the closed VIP doors. How will she be able to escape from the clutches of the well-known billionaire mafia? Will Alexon realize his deep feelings before it's too late? What will Malonei do when she realizes behind her father's death lies untold stories and secrets related to Alexon? — "I think you are mistaken, I…. Don't know. You?" She explains with her shuddering eyes filled with fear. He smirks lightly looking down at her slender features. "Please don't…" her unfinished words were cut short as he placed his smooth fingers on her plump lips. "Ssh…. Don't say a word." He commanded with his deep and sexy voice. His words alone were filled with a heavyweight She stared wide-eyed, with her heart pounding hard in her chest. He stands tall towering above her while sizing her up. The light in his eyes changed to the one that craves desires and lust. The weird feeling kept growing in her, making her fold her palms tightly on her knees while sitting on the cold floor, her eyes staring at him full of panic.  "Moan for me…" he suddenly said, breaking the cold silence. She looks confused opening and closing her mouth. "You heard me, MOAN!" He declared. Join The Mafia Dangerous Love –Maloney to find out the twists and crannies behind their untold love story. Warning, The content is rated matured, it's cordially advised to read at your own risk.