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Inexplicably Reformed Into The Artificial Dragon’s Mate (BL)

Ethan awakens from brutal betrayal within the confines of a bed; his body wracked with intense pain. The mysterious, provocative Kian treats his wounds, telling him of the poison now riddling his body. “His kiss, it tastes of blood and bitter tears…” Desperate not to die, Ethan follows the stranger back into the world of cultivation; a place he so fervently wishes to forget. But peace is not so easily obtained. “Is it the sight of the blood that's gushing—? Or the feeling of fleshy bone resisting the blade— But she's quick, desperately clamping her arms and legs around him to keep him in place— I stab. And stab repeatedly; blood splattering against my cheeks. And then I twist, and twist; twisting the blade in slowly.“ Evil sects and righteous sects. Demons and Monsters. Immortals and the damned. Traveling through a society of hypocricy, Ethan encounters others with strangely similar tales; kidnappings and horrific torture. And the experiments he can’t ever forget. A catastroph that ultimately changes him from a young boy into— Well, just what is he, after all? “There was blood on his hands; the red so red it stuck to his fingers like dye. He wiped and wiped but couldn't wipe that coppery paste away. The darkness. The metallic stink—“ And just what was Kian searching for? Why does he say it’s found? And why? Why do his eyes always, always go cold? What, exactly, is Kian? And why does Ethan find himself completely bound? “In that place of blood splatter and broken wings, he'll be sure to reap what he's owed.”
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SCULPTURED DESIRE

Living as the fifth daughter of a noble family, Amira found herself adrift in the fog of her home, neglected and overlooked by those she once called her own. Her days were spent in the solitude of the attic, a hidden oasis away from the bustling world outside. However, when the tumult of war erupts and she is thrust into the role of a truce offering between two formidable nations, she grapples with the uncertainty of surviving in a new kingdom known for its icy demeanor and ruthless nature. Will she navigate this foreign terrain and carve out a new existence she never fathomed? (Excerpt) "Clean it," Zyran commanded. "Yes, your Highness," the servant acknowledged with a respectful bow, ready to fetch the cleaning supplies. "Not you," Zyran interjected, causing the servant to freeze in confusion. "Her," he added, nodding in the direction of Anastasia, whose eyes widened in disbelief. Anastasia blinked rapidly, trying to process the situation. "Pardon?" she asked. "Clean the mess on the floor," Zyran instructed. The crowd started murmuring and Anastasia shifted uncomfortably on her knees. "That's the servant's job, not mine. Why should I? I don't think I understand what you are trying to say Prince Zyran. My father will never approve of this," Anastasia began only to be abruptly cut off by Zyran. "Don't make me repeat myself. I'm sure you wouldn't like it if I interfered with your task," Zyran warned. Anastasia's lips trembled as she fought to hold back her words. She knew Zyran's reputation for being ruthless, and she didn't want to make her situation any worse than it already was. "Get me the cleaning supplies," she instructed the servant, who was prepared to follow her command until Zyran interjected. "No one will help you," he declared. Anastasia's chest heaved with anger as she locked eyes with Amira, who was standing behind Zyran. She rose to her knees, intending to fetch the cleaning supplies herself, but Zyran stopped her once again. "Where do you think you're going?" he demanded. "To bring the bucket," she replied with a hint of annoyance, but she quickly reminded herself to remain composed. "I never asked you to stand up," Zyran stated. "Then how am I supposed to clean the floor?" she inquired. "Use your dress," Zyran replied. The onlookers in the crowd were visibly shocked, exchanging bewildered glances and murmurs as they witnessed the unfolding scene. Anastasia's cheeks turned crimson with embarrassment.
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