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Theodore Perfume

The Heavenly Empress' Assassin

A man rejected by the will of the world he grew up in for all of his life, and a genius with infinite potential who fell as a result of making a risky bet. Under the machinations of the deceased Heavenly Emperor, Huang Xian, two unfortunate souls from entirely different worlds got saved and fused together into a new whole, adopting the identity of the latter–Theodore Winter, the heir to one of the Supreme Pillars of the Heavenly Court. As an eon-spanning competition to decide the next generation of Heavenly Emperor and Heavenly Empress began, it brought with it a game of wits, power and plots that would shake the Heavenly Court to its core. Reincarnators, Transmigrators and Regressors were barely qualified to chase after the unprecedented monsters that had been brought into being for the express purpose of rising above the rest. Battles between peers were like peeling an onion–nobody ever knew just how many cultivation realms and Talents the other had hidden away to catch his opponents off guard. With a saint-like image and the heart of a devil, Theodore Winter entered the fray. Unbeknownst to all, other than returning triumphantly, he was entrusted with another task: To kill Huang Xian’s murderer–his wife, the Heavenly Empress! ------------------------- Read advance chapters (by paying for my meals) on Patreon: • https://www.patreon.com/sh1ro My novel series "Reincarnation Cycle's Unfortunate Bug" on Amazon: • https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0CYHGRR8M/ Discord Server (currently under construction): • https://discord.gg/NdAjjmXSDh ------------------------- Hi there, this is Shiro / the author. Just one little cautionary warning here: Due to being set in an entirely alternate world from ours, while some terms and concepts might seem familiar at first glance, many in actuality are not. In canon, the World's Will of a world exactly like our own 'got inspired' by memories that it secretly glimpsed from the Heavenly Emperor, thereby creating extremely loosely related concepts in its own universe. So never expect anything to work in the same way as something that you are already familiar with, because chances are very high that it won't be the same at all. (Yes, I just blatantly flipped the script.) I hope you'll enjoy The Heavenly Empress' Assassin! ------------------------- Current Release Schedule: • 5 chapters per week • 1 chapter every Monday, Wednesday, Friday, Saturday and Sunday (at ~11 p.m. GMT+1) (More chapters can appear as bonus chapters, so this is the absolute minimum.) • Vote with Power Stones to read more chapters in the week after the results are in! -> Top 100: +1 chapter -> Top 50: +2 chapters -> Top 10: +3 chapters -> Top 5: +4 chapters -> 1st Place: +5 chapters - Chapter length: ~2k words on average
Shiro_the_Hero · 29.4K Views

Ms. Tan Is The Real Boss

Tan Rou only learned that she wasn’t the Tan family’s daughter when she was seventeen years old. She went from being a rich young lady to living in the slums. The parents she adored belonged to someone else, and this series of knockdowns was hard for a seventeen-year-old girl to accept. She wailed like a child for the sake of proving this was all a lie. The vicious words she spouted had hurt her biological family but she didn’t notice. She thought the Tan family was her real family despite them seeing her as an eyesore, and was even naive enough to want to befriend the Tan family’s real daughter, Tan Jing. Alas, the latter drugged her drink and arrange for a thug to rape her. Tan Jing even brought their classmates along to catch them in the act so Tan Rou was now tainted for life. After being reborn, she looked down at the man she was stepping on. Tan Rou swore not to be a useless wretch in this life or be bullied to death. She would stomp on those who wronged her and make it up to her real family. They wouldn’t have had to die tragically on the streets in the past life had it not been for her. Tan Rou turned completely evil after crawling back out of Hell. Everyone claimed that the real young lady was educated and talented, while the fake young lady was arrogant and incompetent. Tan Rou scoffed upon hearing this. She held back her brother from trying to stand up for her. “We have all the time in the world. Let’s just wait and see.” Just as everyone was waiting for Tan Rou to make a fool of herself… A top-class perfumer, a top scholar, a world champion… The fake young lady’s multiple identities kept getting exposed one after another, bumping her up to number one on the trending search, shocking the world. Wait, where was the promised humiliation?
JQK · 2.7M Views

SSS-Ranked Triple Cultivation: Only I Have Two Primordial Parents!

Word of Warning: MC is crude, blunt and slightly insane. Continue with caution! --------------------------- When Theodore Nevan is forced into the Reincarnation Cycle via Truck-Kun's almighty hand, he is given the option to be reincarnated as the son of two Primordial deities, who convinces him to agree to their conditions by promising three wishes each. Theodore, now Theo Kraven, must gather his power and make powerful allies, because he's not the only Primordial Spawn alive and not all Primordial Spawns are friendly. And, with his kind being hunted by an unknown, mysterious force, he must do so fast. What happens when he discovers he can also travel through time, to more primal periods in time, where the beasts ruled over the world with an iron first? To eras past where he can learn from legendary masters only known through the history books? He will need to continue with caution as he grows into his own powers, becuase messing with time is forbodden and being a Primordial Spwan at a time where Primordial Spawns are frowned upon is like a double whammy. If anyone finds out about who he really is and what he can do, he will be hunted and killed. Wielding the powers of Time, Death & Destruction at his literal fingertips, Theo Kraven is out to get stronger and gather his own forces, eliminating any who dare get in his way. He will be called a villain. He will be called a tyrant. He will be called despicable. But, at the end of the day, he will have the power to back his actions. And, like his predecessors before him, he will learn that his sanity... is a ticking time bomb! No matter how chill and creative he sees himself today — he will have to learn that the cost of power is one's sanity, and he'll have to learn this fast, too, or else he'll be too far gone to properly defend himself when the enemy comes knocking at his door. And the worst part? The enemy is already at the gate! [Ding! Direwolf Alpha Tamed.] [Ding! Progenitor Werewolf Corpse Summoned!] [Using Absolute Synthesis to Create A New Summon...]: [Ding! New Summons Created!] [Direwolf Evolved Into: Lycaon-Fenrir Progenitor Werewolf!] ------------------------------------------- 35 Power Stones = 1 Chapter Extra 55 Power Stones = 4 Chapters Extra 20 Shares = 2 Chapter Extra I will post chapters twice 3-4 days a week, with a bonus chapter every other 3 Fridays! Let's try to get this in rankings, my peops, so share, read and enjoy. And please vote golden tickets and power stone, and please don't forget to send gifts if you want, thanx XD!!!
BroodyKai · 11.8K Views

Blades Rage In Flame By Blood Dragon

In the iridescent tapestry of Halmosian, where the firmament shimmers with nebulous luminescence and the very air hums with the arcane whispers of forgotten deities, destiny entwines two souls as disparate as dusk and dawn. One, Aleeman Hakiman, a youth of no esoteric endowment yet of indomitable spirit, bears the mantle of teen commander of the Abjannas—warriors of resolute hearts and steely conviction. The other, Wei Yang Hong, a scion prince of the venerable Weng dragon clan, once a paragon of masculine ferocity, now ensnared in the silken chains of a cruel metamorphosis. Cursed into beauteous villainy, he sheds his former self and emerges as Shi Zhao Mei, a vision of ethereal allure, her vengeance as intoxicating as perfumed venom. Bound by fate’s inexorable decree, their paths converge at the Miracheneous Academy, a citadel of erudition and eldritch mastery, where Aleeman seeks knowledge to bridge the chasm of his powerlessness, and Shi Zhao Mei weaves her own enigma, a rose adorned with unseen thorns. Yet, beyond the confines of mortal intrigue, an abyssal spectre stirs—shadow-born abominations slither forth from the chasm of another world, their tenebrous tendrils grasping at the fabric of existence itself. Like a blade bereft of an edge yet held by a masterful hand, Aleeman must carve his legend not through sorcery, but through tenacity, wit, and the unyielding resolve of a commander who leads without the shield of supernatural prowess. And Shi Zhao Mei, a paradox of beauty and brutality, finds herself entangled in the dance of salvation, her past and present warring within as she sways between vehemence and valour. Thus begins their odyssey—a struggle against oblivion, a symphony of peril and promise, a battle where steel meets sorcery, where fate’s quill inscribes their names upon the annals of Halmosian.
DarkPhantom48957 · 4.6K Views

Reincarnated as a Perfume Mogul with a Dark Past

In his past life, Lucian Graves built an empire—only to watch it crumble beneath the weight of betrayal. The taste of ruin, the scent of treachery—he remembers them well. But fate is not so kind as to let him rest. Reborn as Leon von Edevane, heir to a fading aristocratic dynasty, he awakens in a world where power is not shouted but whispered, where battles are fought behind gilded masks, and where the right scent can captivate a heart, shatter a mind, or bend a will. With memories of a past life’s downfall and a talent for perfumery beyond human comprehension, he steps into an industry that is far more than luxury—it is influence, seduction, and control woven into fragrance. The world believes in power carved from steel and gold, but Lucian knows the truth: Power is invisible. Power lingers in the air, wrapping around those who breathe it in, making them dream, desire… obey. As he plays the high-stakes game of aristocracy and business, outmaneuvering rivals who underestimate him, an obsession begins to take root. Somewhere in this world lies the perfect scent—a fragrance that can rewrite fate itself. But the deeper he delves, the more he begins to wonder—is he the master of this power, or merely its vessel? In a world where the air is thick with ambition and every inhale could be a trap, Leon von Edevane walks a fine line between a perfumer, a kingmaker, and something far more dangerous. When the scent of destiny calls, will he be the one who wears it—or the one consumed by it? _________________________________________________________________________________________________ A tale of intrigue, obsession, and the intoxicating pursuit of absolute control.
Avivaah · 4.5K Views

The Alpha's Forsaken Mate

[Trigger Warning: Mature Content] They say the Silvermoonlight Masquerade changes fates. It did for Lydia Ashford too, but she lost more than she gained. In a world where strength defines worth, she was wolfless, but she refused to be weak. With beauty that shimmered like stardust in the midnight sky and a mind as sharp as a dagger, Lydia was a name spoken with both awe and envy. But admiration was never enough. She forged her own path, honing her combat skills, proving her intelligence, and standing beside Theodore Sinclair, the Alpha’s son, through every challenge. If she could not shift, she would rise in every other way. The Masquerade should have been another step toward securing her future. Yet fate had other plans. One sip of wine. One moment of weakness. One stranger’s touch. And everything she built turned to ash. The man she trusted turned his back on her. The pack that once praised her cast her aside. And the child growing inside her became her only reason to survive. Banished. Forgotten. A name only whispered in shame. Yet, Lydia did not break, she endured. Five years later, she returns—not as the girl they discarded, but as a woman ready to reclaim her life. But fate is not done with her. Because the man who marked her as his? The one who unknowingly fathered her child? He’s standing right in front of her. And this time, he’s not letting her go. ...... The glass hovered near her lips.  "Drink," Nickolas commanded, his voice rough with hunger.  Lydia obeyed, parting her lips as the rich, red liquid flowed onto her tongue. But before she could swallow, his mouth was on hers—hot, demanding, merciless.  The wine spilled between them, sliding over her lips, down her chin. But he didn’t stop. He deepened the kiss, his tongue sweeping inside, stealing the taste straight from her mouth, devouring every shaky breath she tried to take.  By the time he pulled away, she was trembling.  His fingers tilted the glass. A slow trickle of wine spilled onto her collarbone, rolling between her breasts, gliding down her stomach.  The moment the first drop touched her skin, his mouth followed.  His lips grazed the delicate curve of her neck before he dragged his tongue along the slick trail of wine, chasing every drop as it slipped between her breasts. His teeth scraped her skin, and before she could react, he latched onto her, sucking deep, his tongue flicking and teasing before his mouth sealed around her hardened peak.  Lydia arched beneath him, her hands fisting into the sheets as heat coiled low in her stomach.  "Nickolas," she gasped, her voice breathless, desperate.  He groaned against her skin, his grip tightening on her waist as he sucked harder, the wet heat of his mouth sending pleasure pulsing through her veins. He alternated between sharp, aching nips and long, slow strokes of his tongue, drawing soft moans from her lips. "Messy," he murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction as he pulled back just enough to watch her squirm beneath him. His fingers traced the path the wine had taken, slow, possessive.  Then his lips brushed lower, over her navel, his breath a sinful caress against her heated skin.  He smirked against her. "I thought your laughter was the most beautiful sound to my ears…" His fingers slid between her thighs, teasing, coaxing, pushing her to the edge without giving her what she needed.  Then, with a slow, deliberate bite against her inner thigh, he whispered, "Until I heard your moans."  A sharp gasp escaped her lips as he kissed her again, his hands gripping her hips, holding her right where he wanted.  "Nickolas," she whimpered.  He chuckled darkly, his lips trailing back up her body, lingering at her throat before he spoke against her ear. "I could get drunk off you."  Lydia swallowed, her body burning, her thoughts unraveling.  But deep down, she already knew—she was the one drowning. 
Joshan_Jo · 3.1K Views

Ex-wife Revenge: From Grass to Grace

The clock ticked past midnight, each second echoing like a hammer in the hollow silence of the apartment. Rain lashed against the windows, the storm outside mirroring the tempest brewing in Emily’s chest. She sat rigid on the couch, her fingers digging into the upholstery, eyes fixed on the door. David’s keys jingled in the lock, his laughter—warm and carefree—seeping through the wood before he did. He stumbled in, tie askew, the sharp tang of bourbon on his breath. But it wasn’t the alcohol that made her stomach churn. It was the cloying sweetness of jasmine perfume clinging to his collar—a scent that didn’t belong to her. “Where have you been?” Emily’s voice trembled, though she’d rehearsed the question a hundred times in her head. David froze, his smile dissolving. “Work ran late. You know how it is.” “Work ends at six, David. It’s *midnight*.” She stood, her legs unsteady. “And since when do you wear lipstick to the office?” His hand flew to the smudge of crimson on his white sleeve—a shade too bold, too *alive* for the muted tones of their marriage. His face hardened. “You’re imagining things.” “Am I?” She stepped closer, the jasmine scent now suffocating. “Or is it *Jane* from accounting? The one who ‘just needs your help’ every time I call?” His laugh was a cold blade. “You’re paranoid. Always picking fights—” “Paranoid?” Her voice cracked. “You haven’t touched me in months! You come home smelling like *her*, lying to my face—” “Enough!” He slammed his fist on the table, a vase rattling. “I’m tired of your nagging! What do you even do all day? Sit here and wait to accuse me?” The words struck deeper than any slap. Emily’s breath hitched. “I gave up my career for you. For *us*—” “Us?” He sneered. “There *is* no ‘us.’ Just you, digging through my things like a desperate—” She didn’t see his hand move. The crack of his palm against her cheek split the air, her head snapping sideways. She stumbled, clutching the wall as the taste of copper bloomed on her tongue. David loomed over her, his eyes wild, foreign. “You… you pushed me to this,” he hissed, grabbing his coat. “Clean yourself up. You’re pathetic.” The door slammed. Emily slid to the floor, tears mingling with the blood on her lip. Outside, thunder roared. But beneath the pain, a spark ignited—a flicker of defiance. Her gaze landed on the shattered vase, its jagged pieces glinting in the lamplight. *Pathetic.* The word echoed, twisting into a vow. She would rise. Not for him. Not for “us.” But to make him regret the day he underestimated the woman he’d reduced to ashes. -**Chapter One: The Scent of Betrayal (Continued)** The air hung thick with venom. David’s chest heaved, his earlier bravado fraying at the edges. Emily wiped her bleeding lip with the back of her hand, her eyes blazing. “You think Jane *wants* you?” she spat, her voice a razor. “Or does she just pity the man who needs to steal confidence from a bottle and affairs to feel alive?” David’s jaw twitched. “Shut up.” “Why? Because it’s true?” She laughed, cold and sharp. “You’re a cliché, David. A middle-aged fraud in a tailored suit. Even your *precious* promotion—did you earn it, or did you cry your way into it like you did when your father called you a disappointment?” He lunged forward, but she sidestepped, her words relentless. “Jane must be desperate. Or blind. Tell me, does she know you couldn’t even—” “I said *shut up*!” he roared, his composure crumbling. “Couldn’t even *what*?” she taunted, stepping closer. “Finish a sentence? A marriage? Or is that why you’re so bad in—” The slap exploded like a gunshot. Emily’s head whipped sideways, her body crumpling to the floor. The world blurred—a kaleidoscope of shattered glass and spinning shadows. Her cheek burned, but worse was the silence that followed, broken only by her shaky breaths.
Osagie_Aromose · 5.9K Views

The Halloway Secret

When Violet Rowe accepts a tutoring position at the grand yet isolated Halloway estate, she expects a quiet job teaching the youngest siblings, Clara and Theodore. Instead, she steps into a house haunted by the shadows of its past—whispers of a family tragedy, cold gazes from the remaining heirs, and a lingering sense that something is terribly wrong. Two years ago, Lysandra Halloway was found dead in her bedroom—murdered, the family claims, by an intruding burglar. Shortly after, Eleanor Halloway, the children's mother, wasted away from grief. Yet as Violet settles into the mansion, she notices something unsettling: no one speaks of the deceased with love. There is no mourning, only an eerie absence of sorrow. Theodore, ever the devoted brother, is protective of Clara—too protective. Clara, fragile and anxious, seems burdened by a secret too heavy to bear. Felix and Everett, the older brothers, are aloof, always watching but never saying too much. Ophelia, sharp-tongued and temperamental, treats the past as a nuisance best forgotten. And Augustus Halloway, the formidable head of the family, warns Violet to keep her curiosities in check. But as Violet begins to notice strange behaviors, unspoken tensions, and gaps in the family's carefully told history, she realizes the Halloways are hiding something. The deeper she digs, the more dangerous the truth becomes. Because in this house, the past never stays buried. And someone is watching.
TheGreyyLadyy_ · 3.1K Views

Lord Theodore's Favorite Ritual

"I have waited for you in all of my lives, Gooseberry, and in all of them you had left. Please stay in this one," he pleaded, his eyes locked with hers. "I wish to stay too, My Lord Husband, because you are forever, Theodore," she whispered, tears glistening in her eyes. In a world where Lydia Statham, an illegitimate girl shunned as an abomination, is confined to her noble-born family’s estate, her only escape comes through books and stories of the outside world. But destiny intervenes when she receives an invitation to a bridal pick banquet at one of Critic Arley’s grandest mansions. What was supposed to be a chance for a new beginning soon becomes a solitary encounter with Lord Theodore, a feared outcast and enemy of the Empire. Lord Theodore, of royal blood but without a surname, has never desired a wife, and the idea of cohabiting with a woman seems unfathomable. Yet, at the banquet thrown by Conan, where every young lady was invited, only Lydia appears. Now, Theodore must confront his deepest reservations as he navigates the ritualistic demands and unearths feelings he never anticipated. In a tale of forbidden desires and unspoken promises, every season, every day, and forever, Theodore's life will revolve around the ritual that is Lydia—his chosen, his fate. No one came but her. His Gooseberry. ************** "Call me Lordess Theodore" "I am Lordess Theodore and I am his favourite ritual" Dear Critic. Do you wish to https://buymeacoffee.com/nanafirdausi Discourse with me on discord @i_nanafirdausi Cover photo is mine.
I_Nana_Firdausi · 550K Views

The Contract Bride of Mr. Reid

“Help me, please,” Bella pleaded, grasping his hands. His dark eyes, devoid of warmth, pierced through hers with an unsettling coldness. "Why should I mess with those goons to help you?" he asked callously. “I’ll do anything you say,” she said without thinking, desperate. “Just save me from them.” He demanded something that Bella had never anticipated even in her dreams. A contract marriage! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Bella Dawn was already in distress to pay her step father’s debts. To add her misery, her mother was diagnosed with liver disease and needed immediate transplant. Where would she get that much money? Then, like a cruel twist of fate, she accidentally encountered a handsome man, Theodore Reid, the enigmatic CEO of Ace Group. Rumors said that he was a ruthless businessman with a heart as cold as ice. Yet, to Bella, he was kind, rescuing her from the clutches of those who sought to exploit her. She was grateful to him until he demanded something weird, shattering her pervious assumptions. He wanted to marry her. No He wanted a contract marriage. In exchange, he would take care of her mother's treatment and compensate her generously at the end of their arrangement. For Theodore, it was a solution born out of necessity, a means to appease his grandfather's demands for an heir while he searched for the one who had once saved him, his angel. Bella’s appearance reminded him of his savior. So, he offered her a contract marriage. It was a temporary solution to his grandfather’s demand to get an heir until he found his angel. With no other options left, Bella reluctantly agreed to the terms of the contract. But little did she know it would test her resolve and resilience like never before. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ “Remember one thing, never fall in love with me,” he said, cold and dangerous. Bella gulped, nervous. “What if I do?” A sliver of defiance, a foolish question escaped her lips. She was already attracted to his handsome appearance. He squeezed her jaw and hissed, “You will regret it.” “What if you started liking me?” she dared to ask. He leaned closer, his breath warm against her ear. "No chance," he scoffed. "You're not my type." Bella’s heart sank. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ You can check my other books. Accidentally Married to Mr. Billionaire - Completed The Billionaire's Sick Wife - Completed Temptation of Billionaire's Secret Lover: A tale of love and revenge - Completed. My Ex-Husband Begged Me To Take Him Back - Ongoing, daily updated.
Angelica2511 · 629.2K Views
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