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Jiang Li first met Liang Zhou Yue while she was uncomfortably dressed in a gown, hiding in his resting room to adjust her attire. Seeing him, she became so nervous that she couldn't pull up the zipper, her embarrassment palpable. That day, Jiang Li felt an unusual tug at his heartstrings and helped her with the zipper twice. Upon their next encounter, he was the campus prince, and she was everyone's darling. He played basketball on the field, while she, in her flowing dress, sat in her boyfriend's passenger seat. It was then that Jiang Li understood he had to see things through to the bitter end. To seize love forcefully, to take advantage of her vulnerability. After all, such a beautiful woman should naturally belong to him. Liang Zhou Yue never thought she would be liked by a man five years her junior. He was rebellious, cold, proud, and remote, but he always responded to her every request. On a hot summer day, Liang Zhou Yue was stopped by a downpour at the entrance of the teaching building, with swirling filthy water and sludge on the steps below. As she worried about how to return to her dorm, a man's rigid spine bent in front of her. Jiang Li's tone was always so languid, casually stirring distress: "Sister, I'm afraid you're scared. I especially came to carry you home today." In that moment, Jiang Li, who had never gotten close to a girl before, submitted to her before everyone.

Haruki never believed in fate—until he found himself lost in a forbidden forest, face-to-face with a mysterious white-haired cat with piercing blue eyes. Something about that creature felt... familiar, almost as if it had been waiting for him. That night, he dreams of a mesmerizing girl by a tranquil lake, her voice singing a melody that tugs at his soul. "We must meet again, no matter where we are…" she whispers, her delicate fingers brushing against his cheek. But when Haruki wakes up, he can't shake the feeling that it wasn’t just a dream. As strange coincidences begin to unfold, an unknown girl appears in his life—one who looks exactly like the vision from his dream. Who is she? What is the connection between the mysterious cat, the dream, and his forgotten past? In a world where unseen threads weave destiny together, Haruki must uncover the truth before it's too late. But some memories are meant to stay buried, and some bonds defy even time itself.

When the epic of invincible heroes meets the struggles of mortals, every soul is a speck of dust trying to illuminate the times. From the son of a blacksmith, he grows up to become a pawn in the battlefield, holding the fallen leaves of the world tree in the war between elves and humans, only to realize that the gears of fate have long been engraved with the sighs of his predecessors. Under the grand narrative of sword and magic, there is an eternal tug-of-war between desire and faith -- what you hold on to may be annihilated eventually, but the gesture of resistance will eventually turn into a spark in the folds of history.

An Imperial Scholar by day. An assassin by night. The World of Cultivation has changed. Elemental Mancers. Flux Mancers. Spirit Mancers. Soul Mancers. Raining down fire and splitting oceans. Destroying mountains with a single stomp and calming skies with a glance. Controlling the tides of Karma, while wielding the souls of others like a puppeteer tugging on the Lines of Fate. The most mysterious of them all were Spirit Mancers, a truth that Theron was more than intimately familiar with. Due to one's Tribulation, his life was turned upside down. His family, his rage, his somber sadness becoming nothing more than Bad Karma's fuel for a madman. He was once a gentle young man, a non-combative Water Mancer who wanted nothing more than to read his novels to the sound of the rain and one day become an Imperial Scholar. But now... Everything had changed. He donned a cloak in the silent night as the clouds above gathered. Pulling its hood over his chilling blue eyes, he stalked off into the darkness. The first droplets fell. He would become the nightmare of his enemies, the blade hidden in the shadows of Heaven's tears. The River of the Night.

You’d think seeing the future would give me a head start on surviving the apocalypse. I had it all planned—until everything I knew shattered when my husband sacrificed himself to save me and our son. Now it’s just me, my three-year-old son Leo, and my cursed gift of foresight that only seems to kick in when it’s nearly too late. I’m doing my best to keep us safe, to find food, to make some kind of plan— “Mommy?” I glance down, trying to ignore the tug on my pant leg as I focus on our supplies. “Not now, Leo. Mommy’s thinking.” “Mommy!” I sigh and finally look down. My three-year-old is standing there, clutching… I blink. “Leo, where did you get a knife?” He shrugs, grinning like it’s the most natural thing in the world. My heart stutters. “No, really. Where did you find that?” I try not to laugh. I mean, he’s three. Maybe he just—found it somewhere? But the next day, it’s a water bottle. Then, a tiny flashlight, somehow with batteries still inside. I don’t even know what else; he’s pulling things out one by one with the pleased grin of a kid who’s just figured out his favorite game. Well, we may just survive this mess after all. Now, if only the universe could have spared me from him. I don’t even know his name, but I know his type: tall, broad, and annoyingly handsome, with an air of calm control that’s out of place in this chaos. Ex-military, if I had to guess, with a voice that’s just as infuriating as his smirk. The man has a habit of showing up at the worst—or best—possible times, with a gun at the ready and secrets buried as deep as those bright green eyes. I mean, he’s probably useful, but I’m trying to keep my eyes on the prize here: survival. For Leo and me. Because, foresight or no foresight, nothing is guaranteed in this new world—except the fact that people like him are trouble.

Fang Yun se ha convertido en serpiente y ha obtenido un sistema que le exige alcanzar los 10 millones de puntos de reputación o enfrentarse a la muerte eterna. ¡Así que Fang Yun se dedicó a mejorar a lo loco! Una hermosa streamer al aire libre en las montañas, mira a la cámara y a sus amigos en vivo enviándoles regalos, fue atrapada por una pitón de un metro de largo. A 3.000 metros sobre la superficie del mar, se sospecha que el lago Logar alberga monstruos acuáticos, lo que ha atraído a numerosos turistas a explorar. En el mar en calma, un lujoso crucero avanza lentamente. Los visitantes permanecían en cubierta mientras soplaba la brisa marina. De repente, alguien descubrió que, bajo el agua, detrás de su crucero, una sombra negra de cientos de metros de largo los seguía de cerca. Aviso: Todas mis traducciones son no oficiales y sin intención de infringir derechos. Solo busco que más personas puedan disfrutar estas historias en español. Si el dueño legítimo de una obra quiere que deje de traducirla, solo tiene que avisarme, y lo haré sin problema. No me hago responsable por reclamos de terceros sin prueba legítima.

Lilac has lived a life of suffering. From being forced to disguise himself as a girl to survive, to being labeled cursed after failing to awaken his heavenly gifts that everyone else could, he is shunned by all. To add salt to his wound, before he turns 18, his father vanishes, and his uncle seizes the throne that should've rightfully been Lilac's as the eldest son. Before Lilac could successfully flee, he is caught and traded to the monsters beyond the kingdom—beasts so feared that no one who sees them returns. But instead of death, Lilac is claimed by Sloan. Born cursed, Sloan is a prince of the Enwulves, an extinct hybrid wolf species. Even though he is a prince, he has lived life as an outcast due to his curse that causes him to forcibly transform every full moon, thus losing his humanity. His life has been mapped out for him, but when he finds Lilac—battered, freezing, and terrified—something shifts. For the first time, his rage stills. It was just a glimpse, a scent, a tiny whimper of fright. And that was it. Humans are meant to be slaves. Enwulves are forbidden from claiming them. Keeping Lilac means war. But Sloan has never followed rules, and Lilac has never belonged—until now. ~~~ | ~~~ “Are you afraid of me, little human?” Sloan husked out, cold lips grazing my bleeding fingers before his lips parted slightly to release hot breath over them. I trembled, rooted in the spot with fright and unable to breathe. Was this a trick question? Of course I’m afraid of him! Everyone is! Who wouldn’t be? Slaves are never supposed to be in his presence, except they suddenly desire a quick demise. Am I supposed to respond honestly or lie? When cold lips closed around my finger, I gasped in shock, a rush of fright and dread engulfing me. He was gonna bite off my finger right now, wasn’t he? Just because my stupid brain couldn’t come up with a response? The rumors said he was a heartless psychopath, but I didn’t think it was actually true! However, a hot tongue swiped over my fingertips and I sucked in a sharp breath, exhaling shakily while my chest expanded and my brain tried to figure out what was happening, and why my fingers weren't bitten off yet— or why I’m still breathing in his presence. Next, cold, long fingers wrapped around my wrist and my hand was being tugged upward, then a nose was digging into my pulse point, and I almost fainted when cold lips dragged over the sensitive skin there. The sound of a deep inhale filled up my ear next. “Fuck. You smell so good.” Oh heavens. This was worse than I thought. Instead of killing me, was he planning to… eat me… literally???! What the fuck? *** R18+! Cover not mine!

[Top-tier mutual teasing + extreme tug-of-war + trash-talking + 1v1] Wen Zhi had lived in the shadow of being bullied by her entire family since she was young until she was discarded by the He Family as a pawn. After returning to the country, the first thing she did was to give the He Family a big present. At the banquet, as soon as Wen Zhi was done with her mischief, she wanted to flee. Just as she reached the corner, a man stopped her. “Little Zhi, haven't seen you for five years, where are you running to?” Looking at the big demon lord who'd tormented her since her childhood, with such a righteous human-dog appearance, Wen Zhi swallowed her saliva. In her ears, she could almost hear He Hanjin saying that same line to her countless times: “Little Zhi, you need to be good. If you dare to run, I'll break your legs.” So in the past, she was constantly playing the good girl, and Hanjin seemed very satisfied with her obedience. But now that she had finally broken free from his control, she didn't know how he'd torment her if he caught her again. How could she not run?!

On the day of her wedding, Ivy Quinn vanishes, leaving behind only a note: "I’m sorry, I can't marry a blind man." To protect her son from heartbreak, Elizabeth Winters strikes a desperate deal—Ruby, Ivy’s identical twin, must take her sister’s place at the altar. Trapped by duty and family pressure, Ruby agrees, believing it will only last until Stefan’s eyesight is restored. But from the moment they marry, Stefan senses something is different about his "wife." The woman beside him is nothing like the shallow fiancée he once knew. She’s sharp, resilient, and understands his business in a way Ivy never did. Against all odds, he falls harder than ever for this new version of her. And Ruby? She never expected to fall in love with a man who was never meant to be hers. But just when she finds the courage to tell him the truth, Ivy returns, ready to reclaim the life she abandoned. When Stefan finally opens his eyes, will he see the woman who truly stood by him—or will he be too blind to recognize real love? ****Excerpt**** “By the way, did Ruby come to the wedding?” he asked, catching her off guard since she hadn't expected him to ask her that all of a sudden. Was he already suspecting that it was her and not Ivy? Ruby’s fingers froze on the door handle for just a fraction of a second. It was enough to set off alarms in Stefan's head. “I—uh…” She hesitated, but only briefly. “No. She had work. She couldn’t make it.” Was he suspecting a switch already? What must have set off the alarm in his head? Stefan hummed, tilting his head slightly. “Oh, I see. How is she, then? I hope she's coming to visit one of these days?” Her fingers tightened on the handle, though her voice remained steady. “Yeah. She would, the moment she is chanced and can come.” A slow smirk tugged at the corner of Stefan’s lips, though he kept his expression neutral. Interesting. Very interesting. His wife had just lied to him and he didn't know why. Even though he was blind, he'd find out why soon enough.

She was once an elite assassin, feared for her cunning mind and lethal skills. After years of operating in the shadows as the infamous "White Fox," she finally allowed herself a rare break—a vacation in the comfort of her modern apartment. While relaxing in her own sanctuary, the familiar world she knew suddenly shattered when a mysterious system activated, pulling her away from everything she had known and transmigrating her into a bizarre new realm. She awakens in a land ruled by powerful beastmen, where females are rare and fiercely protected. Stripped of her modern tools yet still armed with a razor-sharp dagger and a mind honed by years of deadly work, she finds herself in a world where her survival depends on adapting quickly and completing missions given by her latent, mysterious system. Unlike the delicate women of this realm, she is ruthless, calculating, and a two-faced cold-hearted killer who will stop at nothing to conquer the challenges before her. As she tames savage beasts and navigates treacherous alliances, cryptic system texts echo in the back of her mind, urging her toward an unknown destiny. Yet, as rival forces rise and long-buried secrets resurface, an enigmatic power stirs deep within her—a power that even she does not fully understand. Amidst this chaotic world, she encounters powerful beastmen—each as dangerous as they are captivating. All wanted nothing but her. With the system's eerie commands marking her fate, if this new world seeks to control her, it will first have to survive her. When the system whispered her name, a strange sensation filled her. [Nyxaria Duneveil, the main mission has been initiated.] She felt a sudden chill creep down her spine, an odd familiarity tugging at the edges of her mind. "Nyx..aria... Duneveil? No, that's not my name… or is it? Why does it feel so strange… familiar, yet unfamiliar at the same time? If it's not my name, then... what is my name?" In this unfamiliar world, where nothing felt like home, her own name became a haze to her—like a puzzle missing a crucial piece. It gnawed at her, leaving her with an inexplicable sense of discomfort, as though something vital about herself was just out of grasp. A fleeting memory danced just beyond her reach, like a whisper from a past she couldn't recall.

She was never supposed to love him, he was the one person she despised, but for how long could she deny the flutter and Sparks he made her feel. ******* She is an assassin, the princess of the witches, sent to marry the Vampire King with one purpose—to kill him and secure her clan’s victory in a war that has raged for centuries. He is Rhydian, the brooding king burdened by his father’s bloody legacy, forced into the alliance to protect his people from the looming Dragon Empire. Rhydian distrusts the witches, while Seraphina resents the vampires, but neither is prepared for what fate has in stall. As they face palace intrigues, ancient prophecies, and brewing rebellion, their indifference begins to shift into something neither expected—love, an emotion they both try to deny, but is impossible to ignore. I won't call this an enemies to lovers because she is the only one who hates him, also...this will contain R18 scenes, I'll always highlight that on every chapter so you can skip if you want. A/N: I hope you all will stick with me till the end, feel free to check out my other book, I'm in love with a grim reaper, you might like it, I hope you do. Excerpt; Her fingers brushed against his forehead before he could react, her warm palms cupping both sides of his face as she studied him intently. His breath hitched at the sudden intimacy, his heart giving an involuntary stutter. What the hell was she doing? His gaze traced over her face, mapping every detail—the sharp glint of her violet eyes, the delicate curve of her nose, and her lips... God, her lips. Plump, red, slightly parted as she assessed him. He wanted to taste them again, to claim them fully. "Your fever seems to be coming down," she murmured, tilting her head slightly. "My blood really did the trick, I see..." His jaw clenched. Did she have to check his temperature this way? There were plenty of other ways to do it—ones that didn't involve tempting him with that mesmerizing face of hers. She started to pull her hands away, but before she could, he caught her wrist, stopping her. She looked up at him, startled. "If you wanted to check my temperature, you could've done so in a simpler way," he said, his lips curving into a playful grin. He tugged her closer, his grip firm but gentle. "Are you trying to seduce me, Purple?" Her heartbeat stuttered against his chest. He could hear it. Feel it. Then, to his surprise, she didn't pull away. Instead, a slow, wicked smile spread across her lips. She leaned in, her body pressing against his just enough to make his muscles tense. "What if I am?" she whispered, deliberately biting her bottom lip. Rhydian's breath caught. The last of his control snapped. "You asked for it," he growled. In the next second, he crashed his lips against hers. The kiss was deep, desperate, consuming. His hand tangled in her hair, tilting her head to deepen the angle as his tongue swept into her mouth, claiming her fully. She responded instantly, matching his hunger with equal fervor. She wasn't perfect at kissing yet—he could tell she was still learning—but she made up for it with pure intensity, and damn if it didn't make his blood boil. His other arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her flush against him as his lips moved against hers with feverish need. His tongue tangled with hers, teasing, tasting, drinking her in as if she were the only thing that could satiate him. He bit down softly, drawing a gasp from her, and that little sound sent a violent pulse of arousal straight through him. He was already rock hard, aching with need. He hadn't touched a woman since the marriage arrangement was made. Maybe that was why he was losing control so easily. Or maybe it was just her. Maybe it had always been her.

He walked into the café, his eyes as dark as the night, as cold as the evening breeze. It sent shivers down everyone's spine, crawling on their skin like a slug. The trench coat he wore only heightened the fear he brought. “Emily”, Anastasia whispered to her friend, tugging at her blue floral dress. “I don’t feel good about this”, she added. But Emily only gazed, her lips curved as she tracked his movement, following him until he sat at the far end of the table. “Don’t you think he looks like those royal princes in the books we read?” Anastasia couldn't believe that a man who made her feel this cold could be pictured as a romance figure to Emily. She followed her gaze, however, to him. His brown hair was sleeked back, his jaw chiseled but hard. As if sensing her gaze, he turned immediately, and their eyes locked. Time suddenly stood still. “No!”, Anastasia exclaimed breathlessly. “It can't be, no, not him. God!!!! Not him!!!”

"Have you heard of him?" A small boy tugged at a woman's skirt, his tiny finger pointing at the large portrait of a man clad in a minister’s robe. "Shhh! Don’t say its name!" The woman hushed him, glancing around anxiously. She knew the boy was only curious about the drawing, yet the inscription beside it spoke of someone else entirely. Still, the credit had been given to the man in the portrait. "Why?" "We just... don’t say it." "Are you talking about The Next General?" A man dressed as a scholar interjected, inserting himself into the conversation. "Everyone is talking about it. After a hundred years, it has returned. I can't decide whether that fills me with hope or dread." His words were meant to impress, to showcase his knowledge, but the woman only tightened her grip on the boy, scooped him up, and hurried away like a hunted animal sensing danger. The scholar let out a single sharp laugh. "A chaotic rhythm… and marvellously extraordinary times are upon us," he murmured, before turning and walking away. --- Disclaimer This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and events are either the product of the author's imagination or used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or to real events is purely coincidental. The views and opinions expressed by the characters do not necessarily reflect those of the author. This book contains content that may not be suitable for all audiences. Reader discretion is advised. ------- Author-Sama is here with another one, been planning this for quite a while but laziness and procrastination keeps holding me down but now I am free. Here is another exciting historical novel, please enjoy.

"What If I didn't came back Then?" He Replied to his wife while tugging her hair behind her ear. "Then I will keep your memories in my room and I will guard them forever in my life" She replied to him with a smile. "Really" He asked her. "I promise" She started laughing while taking his words as Joke. Later he also joined her in laughing while taking this as Joke. Outside The Door..... She walked out with her husband at the end of the door. She smiled and said "Goodbye Hubby..." He turned towards her and kissed her forehead and said "Goodbye Wifey...." She looked at his car until it was disappeared. She didn't know 'Why' but she was feeling worried about him. _______________________ Eric Green- Famous actor and CEO of SL Company. He is known best for his business world though he is also an actor. He met Kim when they were shooting there first movie together. After Hundreds of date. They finally came in Relationship. Later they got married with love and compassion. _______________________ Kim Vand- Young heiress of Vand family. She was working as an actress in Country I, City L. She got married with her man whom she loved but after Few Months he died in a tragic accident. After his husband death her grandpa forces her to marry his business partner grandson who is famous idol. Later when she comes out of her past. She Becomes cruel towards her Second husband. She leaves in a Dark world. Where reality is hidden in the ground. _______________________ Kevin Lopez- Famous IDOL of Country I. After one Incident they left with no choice but to marry his granddaughter. But before marriage proposal he realizes that he has fallen for her after meeting her accidentally anywhere. He tries to make a good impression in front of her. However he always create problems for himself and kim. _______________________ "You!!!....How could you do this...." She cried and asked him. She walked in front of the burning statue and pictures and tried to stop the fire. She walked on it and tried to take the things but her family members caught her and didn't let her go. She cried and looked at the flame and ashes of her husband's memories which was burning in front of her eyes. She walked in front of him and slapped his face and started saying "Mr. Kevin Lopez you killed my husband....I will not spare you.....I will not leave you....I will kill you" "You destroyed my life....I will not forget you" she started crying. "You are not my husband...You are my enemy....You are the killer of my husband...." She declared in front of everyone. She rested her head on the shoulder of her brother and cried... ______________ After that incident kim lost her trust from Kevin. Kevin felt broken because He lost her forever but still he kept some Hope's that she will accept him .She will love him. They will have a peaceful life together. Will she accept him as her husband? Will he able to make her fall for him? Will They have a peaceful life together? Will They able to get along with each other? ________ Hey Guys Your Author Here..... Thanks For going through synopsis. If you liked my work so please add it in your library and support my work. I Assure you guys that this work will not disappoint you. It Will Contain a lots of grammatical errors because this is my first time writing a novel but don't be disappointed readers because we will correct it quickly. Please Go through the chapters One Time and I am sure you will Like It... ____________________________ (Cover is not mine taken out from pinterest) ______________

[Ding! You have successfully summoned Joseph Vissarionovich Stalin to be your slave, he is awaiting orders!] [Ding! Random draw: Toothpick (FF- Tier) Use it to pick at your teeth!] [Ding! Random draw: Dragon c*ck (A Tier) Tug it once to fire a dragon beam from the tip!] Bruce has been reincarnated and has obtained a very powerful summoning system, except that he has very bad luck. Follow Bruce's adventures as he tries to navigate through the world with his bad luck. story will be 50% random bullshit so dont expect a good story/good writing. this is just for fun, some brainrot to refresh your mind enjoy

Zaiah, a self-centered, cold-hearted, and cunning woman, fears nothing. She walks a tightrope between her past and present. She doesn't know her past and is searching for answers. What will she do if she finds herself fighting enemies who want her dead? Her quest for truth could be the key to her survival-or her downfall.

Lilith was born with forbidden magic, a power feared and condemned in her village. She hid it for years, but when her secret is exposed, she is betrayed by her family and sentenced to burn. Just as the flames rise, Prince Hades of Valyron known as the "Shadow of Death" saves her, driven by curiosity. Hades, cursed for over three centuries, hides his torment behind cruelty. As Lilith sees past his darkness and vows to help him break the curse, their bond deepens into something undeniable. But in a world where magic is both a gift and a curse, will her light free him, or will their love lead to their destruction? EXCERPT Lilith barely breathed as Hades emerged from the shadows of her chamber, his presence wrapping around her like night itself. She should move. She should run. But she didn’t want to. He reached for her, his fingers trailing along her bottom lip—slow, deliberate. She shivered, not from fear, but from him. Lilith swallowed, her pulse a traitorous drumbeat. “Please… let me touch you, Hades.” A ghost of a smile tugged at his lips, but there was no humor in it. “Dangerous little thing.” His thumb lingered at the corner of her mouth, as if memorizing its shape. He whispered, tilting her chin up as his lips hovered near hers—so close she could feel his breath. “You will destroy me, little witch,” he murmured, his voice thick with something raw. “And yet… I can’t let you go.” His gaze burned into hers as he added, “I would let you drag me to hell if that’s what you desired.”

“Do you want to know how this works?” he whispered. “Yes!” I gasped in response to his tug on my hair. “I want to know.” “Yes, what?” he asked, causing my mind to swirl with the realization of what he was into. “Yes, sir. I can be a good girl.” **** For Becca, going to Miami brought up old childhood memories with her best friend, Tally. She needed the break after a rough year attending Yale and a break-up with her boyfriend, Chad. She didn’t expect for her summer of fun to include sleeping with James, the Italian Stallion–Tally’s father. Knowing it’s wrong, she allows James to pull her into a vortex of pleasure that has her breaching the surface of reality and grasping for survival. Can Becca endure this pleasure without Tally finding out? Or will her secrets cause her world to crash around her? Submitting to My Best Friend’s Dad is created by Scarlett Rossi, an eGlobal Creative Publishing signed author.

"In Qiyuan, kissing is an act of mutual surrender. To ask for a kiss is to ask someone to be yours, while offering yourself in return. On that note, making love is a common practice and is regarded as deeply romantic." —Book 1 of Romances in Qiyuan— Haruki had no memories prior to his awakening. With only his black katana and his name to ground him in an identity, he lived through every encounter on pure instinct and a great deal of luck. But it wasn't until he locked eyes with Lanling, those sky-blue orbs gazing at him with the stillness of a lake, that he believed his luck had finally peaked. Shamelessly, he integrated into General Lanling Cheng's army, finding the man even more pleasing to his eyes the longer he watched over him. But as Haruki learned more about his new idol, he began to realize just how deep their connection ran, how precious the memories stolen from him were, and how deeply he loved this man. No matter how many times his mind was wiped clean, his feelings seemed to cross beyond the boundaries of memory, for he had long branded the image and name of Lanling Cheng into the very depths of his soul. He could only hope for a day when the curse that plagued them—this curse that relentlessly tested their love—would finally be shattered, and they could live on with their lives in peace. ~#~#~#~#~#~ [Volumes Synopsis] —Volume 1 [1-50] Amidst the war between the Silver Dragons and the Black Pythons, familiar faces and voices seemed to emerge from nowhere, as though fate itself were playing a cruel game, tugging relentlessly at Haruki’s mind—almost desperate to make him remember his past. But to Haruki, the most important thing was meeting and shamelessly flirting with the general, so he couldn’t care less. Besides, Lanling had told him not to remember, and who was he to disobey his future wife? —Volume 2 [51-145] Haruki and his friends find themselves in a typical isekai setting! At least, that's what Haruki originally thought. But soon, he realized the waters in the palace ran deep, and his connection to whatever schemes were brewing here stretched all the way back to before he even came to... Earth? So, he's a local? Oh, and there’s that Lanling Cheng… Haruki: ...God, why is he so hot? —Volume 3 [146~300] Lanling lost his best friend… his boyfriend… his fated lover. And the loneliness brought by the sudden emptiness gripped his heart every day, almost driving him mad, scorching anyone who dared touch his reverse scale. But just as he gave up dodging the oncoming claws of a chimera, the wind swept him away—into a familiar embrace. Haruki had come back. With a new identity, a new family, and a new… fiancé?! Lanling was in tatters. How had his boyfriend become someone else’s fiancé?? Determined to win him back, he appoints Haruki as his knight, keeps him by his side at all times, and climbs into his bed at night… ~#~#~#~#~#~ —updates every week [M]—Mature Content Server: https://discord.gg/cMqPN7WVbf Art: @minttea5 Best Unca Consultant: Zeriq Haruk [for worldbuilding]

Hot. So hot and thirsty. Isabella felt suffocated, like a fish dying of thirst in the desert. She tried to move but found herself pinned down. A rough, heavy hand gripped her waist and tugged at her nightgown. Her heart skipped a beat. Panic surged through her as her eyes flew open. A pair of deep crimson eyes, cold and filled with killing intent, locked onto hers. Ethan. The owner of those terrifying eyes was Ethan. "Ah!" Isabella screamed. In the next moment, she was yanked off the bed and thrown roughly onto the floor. "You bastard!" she spat out, her voice trembling with rage. A cold, cutting voice crashed down on her. "Finally awake?" Isabella Wilson was in a coma for Three months and woke up to find out that she was married to her archenemy. She became a discarded wife of the wealthy family, and everyone was waiting to see her joke. However, they didn't expect her to flourish, her love life to be sweet and cute little bun to be added to the mix. Even her ex-husband who has been cold to her began to pursue her and beat up scumbags for her.

(CONTAINS R18+ CONTENT) Enemies to lovers- check Slow burn- check A cute naughty dog- check Spice? (The author is keeping her mouth zipped) No third-party breakup or misunderstanding. But there are lots of banter and witty comebacks. (The story is planned to be around 200 chapters. No drag) Mu Yiren I never imagined I'd be faking a relationship with my biggest enemy—the untamed, ridiculously charming Feng Junjie, known throughout the city as the "golden boy" of business and a billionaire playboy with a reputation for breaking hearts. But when he dangles a life-changing offer in front of me, the kind that could secure my inheritance, I find myself agreeing to be his "girlfriend." But the thing is….. What if I start seeing the real him? Pretending to be Junjie’s devoted partner is like walking on a razor's edge. He’s everything I can’t stand—sexy, cocky, and devilish, and yet a sweetheart by heart that leaves me flustered by his actions. I know better than to fall for a man like him; my mother’s battle with Alzheimer’s has convinced me to never fall in love. But Junjie isn't just any man. Beneath his easygoing charm is an intensity that leaves me breathless, and he knows exactly how to crack through the walls I have built around me, awakening a passion I never felt before. JUNJIE I need my life back. A sorry attempt at love had me question everything and forced me away from my brothers. Since my ‘ex best friend’s’ constant accusations had gotten out of control, I might as well pretend to date someone and shut her mouth. My definition of a fake date- Beautiful, sexy, tempting…..umm…. insufferable, annoying, and with a mouth that won’t stop running. The mouth with red lipstick. The mouth I want to…. This arrangement was supposed to be simple: fake dating, clear boundaries, no feelings. But the more he plays the role of her devoted partner, the more the lines between fake and real start to blur. And now, he’s no longer sure where the act ends and his true feelings begin. The catch? Mu Yiren doesn’t believe in love. And she certainly doesn’t believe a man like Feng Junjie is capable of anything but heartbreak. But Feng has never been one to follow the rules. Boundaries? He’s about to break them. Deals? They were made to be rewritten. He’s going all in, and this time, he’s not playing pretend. ******* "Are you saying you'd let any man get this close?" "ABSOLUTELY NO!" The words burst out of me, too quick, too honest. His smirk deepens. "Tell me, if I leave you like this, all wound up and aching, will you be sneaking off to use one of your little toys?" "Yes," "Tell me, were you waiting for me to initiate something this past week?" he tugs my shorts more and kisses my navel. My heart hammers and my voice comes out shaky. "N-No." I won't give him the satisfaction of knowing he's right. He chuckles darkly. "Wrong answer. Let's try again." ****

The Moonlit Curse – Synopsis In the mystical kingdom of Elarion, where magic lingers in the air and the moon governs fate, a young healer named Belinda carries a secret she does not yet understand. Every full moon, an unseen force tugs at her soul, luring her to the river’s edge, where, for fleeting moments, she sees a man in the water’s reflection. A man who does not stand beside her. A man who speaks her name with an aching familiarity. That man is Callan, the lost prince of the Moon Realm, trapped between worlds by an ancient curse. Long ago, in a forgotten era, he made a vow of love to a mortal woman, defying the celestial laws that bound him to the heavens. But fate was cruel, and his love was stolen away by time itself. Every generation, he searches for her reincarnation, hoping that one day she will remember, and set him free. When Belinda unknowingly stumbles upon the truth, her quiet life in the village of Veywyn shatters. Shadows begin to stir, for the Shadow Queen, a sorceress who covets the power of the moon, has been waiting for this moment. She knows that if Belinda unlocks her past, she will also awaken the Celestial Bond, a magic powerful enough to break curses, but also strong enough to shatter worlds. As war brews between the forces of light and darkness, Belinda must make an impossible choice: to break the curse and free Callan, even if it means losing him forever, or to defy destiny and forge a new path, one where love does not come at the cost of fate. But the moon is a jealous witness, and the past does not let go so easily. Bound by an oath they cannot remember and a love that refuses to die, Belinda and Callan must navigate the treacherous path of forgotten memories, celestial secrets, and the whispers of a love story that has been rewritten across lifetimes. Will they finally break the curse? Or are they doomed to be star-crossed souls, forever reaching across time?

The world-famous hacker, Dexter, is a woman and she is the daughter of one of the most prominent families of aristocrats, going by the name Daisy Chen. Daisy has stayed away from her family, and juggled from one job to another in disguise or while cross-dressing as her alibi 'Dexter'. It never once got her into trouble, not until she chanced upon him. Ryle Harper, the CEO of Harper Societies, manages a multinational company on the surface but danger lurks beneath every façade he presents to the world. Daisy had decided to tread carefully around the man but trouble always comes uninvited. One night. One mistake. A stranger. An unprepared pregnancy. To keep her façade of being a man and not offend the devil, she did what was feasible… She disappeared without a trace. However, two years later, she finds herself facing him again only to realize that the man was, all along trying to track her down. By a twist of fate, she becomes his secretary again but this time, their deal comes with certain conditions and a time limit. But when destiny rolls its dice and Daisy has to assume the position of the head of her family, how would she escape Ryle's clutches again? Would she want to? Or would he let her? ... “Look at me,’’ his eyes darkened as he stepped towards her. With every step he took towards her, Daisy took a step back until her back hit the wall. The curtains swayed in the night wind, the glow of the pale moonlight illuminating the dark room where she could see the danger lurking in those hazel eyes. She averted her gaze. He pinched her chin and turned her face towards him, ‘’Dexter?” his fingers grazed up to her wig, ‘’Or shall I call you Daisy now? Daisy Chen?” he leaned closer to her, whispering next to her lips. Her lips parted but before she could utter a single word, her wig was tugged off. Her long dark hair came cascading down, answering all his unanswered questions. ''Tell me Daisy, or there are more ways I can make you speak,'' his hand reached inside her shirt, his long fingers grazed on the expanse of her delicate, bare skin, ''You believe me, right?" he whispered. She shivered, partly in pleasure and partly in denial of that pleasure that she felt.

[Warning: R18+] "Her Greatest Revenge--Seduce him, Break his marriage, Steal his fortune, and lastly... DUMP him." ***** Sabrina Williams' life crumbles after discovering her husband's deceit and the underhanded acquisition of her family's fortune. Presumed dead after a tragic incident, Sabrina reemerges five years later with a new identity and a burning hunger for revenge. Her return sparks romantic chaos amongst the CEO's inner circle, a dazzling array of handsome bachelors vying for her attention. Sabrina Williams finds herself at the center of a romantic whirlwind with unexpected contenders– her protective best friend, a powerful Mafia Boss, and her possessive ex-husband. The stage is set for a pulsating tug-of-war—a clash of love and revenge with emotions running high. The players are all in, and the game is just getting started! ***** When her scandal with her Ex-husband spreads on the internet, bashers curse her tagging her as Shameless Mistress, Worthless Homewrecker, and Evil Slut... however several mighty bachelors unite to defend her. CEO of Top Fashion Company: "Haters go to hell! PS: to those models who antagonized my Goddess, I hereby take our brand sponsorship from them." President of the Largest Entertainment Company: "Fake news! We will take legal action for slandering my Goddess! Artists who cursed her will be banned from my company." Vice Chairman of Biggest Hotel and Resort Company: "Shut up, Bashers! Don't ever step in one of our hotels and resorts!" Domineering Mafia Boss: "Back off! Erase those malicious comments, or else my gang will hunt you down. I'll kill everyone who dares ridicule my Queen! Everyone: "..." Then a confession comment suddenly pops up amidst the chaos. FL's Best friend: "Everyone can hate you but I'll always be there for you. Sabby... I love you... I've been loving you since our childhood years... My first love... and my last." Her ex-husband can no longer stay quiet and declares to the public. Possessive Ex-husband: "She's not my mistress. She's my legal wife." FL Friend Lanny: "Legal Wife your Ass! Crazy Jerk just die!"

The sacred chamber was dimly lit, the scent of incense curling in the air like whispers of forgotten prayers. His breath came uneven, his hands trembled at his sides as he stared at the man before him—the warrior who should not have been here. "You shiver so easily," the warrior murmured, his voice dark, teasing. Tempting. His fingers brushed over the fine silk of the priest’s robe, not quite touching—just a whisper of heat, but enough to unravel him. "D-Don’t," he breathed, stepping back, but the warrior followed. "Don’t what?" The smirk in his voice was maddening. Mocking. Dangerous. "You know what exactly you are doing. This is unacceptable..." The warrior closed the space between them and placed his finger on his lips, causing his body to tremble. His throat bobbed. The rules of the sect were clear. He was supposed to be untouchable—unblemished in body and soul, a perfect example of godliness and pureness. And yet… "I can hear your heartbeat." The warrior leaned in, the tip of his nose barely grazing his jaw. Too close. "So wild… tell me, is it fear or something else?" His lips parted, but the words died on his tongue when strong hands found his wrist, tugging him forward, pressing him flush against the heat of his body. A sharp gasp escaped him. "Let me go," he whispered pleadingly. "Then go," the warrior challenged, loosening his grip—but his body refused to move. A sinful chuckle brushed against his ear. "See? You don’t want to leave." "I do." The lie burned his tongue. "Then why are you not?" A strangled sound escaped him as warmth pooled in his core—something he never should have felt. Something he never knew he could feel. His knees buckled, but before he could fall, strong arms caught him. Held him. Claimed him. "Look at you," the warrior hummed, his voice thick with something dangerous. "I barely touched you, and you’re already breaking. Doesn't this mean something to you, my moonflower?" The warrior looked into the divine one's eyes and noticed the change of color in his eyes which made him smirk as if he had gotten his lucky shot. His gaze darkened in return, sharp with an incomprehensible hunger and before the priest could utter another world, his lips were claimed. A single tear slipped free, rolling down his cheek—a silent surrender. He just couldn't do it. He couldn't fight against this burning desire in him anymore. He was just going to let it be—whatever would happen should happen. The warrior hummed in satisfaction at the taste of the divine one, his grip tightening. A gasp was swallowed whole as the warrior’s mouth moved against his, devouring, demanding, tasting. Heat licked down his spine, a fire awakening within him, spreading through his veins like an unspoken prophecy. "So beautiful," the warrior murmured against his lips before diving back in, stealing another kiss—deeper, rougher, hungrier. He was an angel worth sinning for. The Priest's fingers clutched at the fabric between them, desperate, lost, drowning. The world outside ceased to exist. Only this moment remained. Only this touch, this heat—this forbidden, maddening desire. And as the flames outside flickered wildly in the night, so too did he burn. . . . . Y'all, this picture was gotten from Pinterest. I only changed the names and added little design. I do not originally own it. Thank you.

[Content Warning: This story contains several dark themes, including death and gore. Please read with caution.] The female lead may or may not display cruelty. (Proceed with caution if you choose to roast her.) _____________ The art of revenge is often a slow burn - calculated, patient and emotionally restrained. But what happens when vengeance strikes instantly? After being banished and dethroned as Luna by her pack Veronica Gordon is betrayed by her fiance' and is brutally murdered by him and his lover,her body shredded for organ trafficking on the eve of her wedding. Death should have been the end,but Veronica defies it, striking a deal for a second chance. Bound to the site of her deminse and granted the powers for her revenge, she transforms the place into Delilah's Inn,an establishment named after the infamous biblical seductress. Her mission is clear: lure and destroy cheating men and their accomplices. Centuries later, Delilah's Inn becomes a legend, immortalised in a mysterious novel with only 200 copies printed every five years. Adonis McCallum, a 24 year old university student and devoted fan of the tale, devours every edition. But his obsession takes a grim turn when he meets the same fate as Veronica - betrayed and murdered by his lover. Instead of passing on, Adonis is sent to the Inn by The Grim Reaper,who hopes to expedite his soul collection. Yet Adonis,with his innocence intact, proves immune to the Inn's seductive power. To escape and reclaim his life, he strikes an unlikely deal with the Grim Reaper: make Veronica fall in love with him - a woman whose heart has been dead for over a century cursed to feel nothing but cruelty. As Adonis navigates the sinister politics,lies and anguish entangled within Delilah's Inn, he must decide if his freedom is worth breaking through Veronica's icy facade - or if her revenge will claim him too. ______ TROPES: •— Werewolf. •—Dominant FL. •—Isekai x Transmigration. •—Dark Romance. •—Betrayal x Revenge. •—Slow Burn (some what) •—Horror?(I'll leave that you to decide) •—Boss × Employee relationship. •—Reverse Grumpy x Sunshine. •— Possessive x obsessive. •— Morally Grey FL. ______ Recommended Reading Theme: Dark. Recommended Reading Font: Lora Or Merriweather. _____ EXCERPT: I walked into the room, my chest still heaving as I stopped in front of her. She sat there, calm and unbothered, as though she hadn’t just spilled blood in the lobby like it was her second nature. Her crimson-polished nails clicked rhythmically against the smooth table. Her gaze was fixed on the open book in front of her—a book she hadn’t turned a single page of all morning. “I see you love standing, Adonis.” Her voice was calm, almost too calm. She didn’t bother looking up. “It was just a hug, Veronica,” I said through gritted teeth. “You shouldn’t have done that. Maya has served you loyally for years—” “Until she touched what is mine.” Her voice sliced through my words, sharp and absolute. I laughed bitterly, shaking my head. “What’s yours? What’s the point of being yours when you treat me like… like I’m nothing?” The book slammed shut with a deafening clap. She rose to her feet in one fluid motion, every step toward me deliberate, predatory. Her eyes met mine, cold and unrelenting. “No one touches you but me, Adonis. Good, bad, whatever label you want to slap on it—I don’t care.” My breath caught in my throat, but I forced myself to hold my ground. “That’s not love, Veronica.” She tilted her head, a cruel smile tugging at her lips. “Love?” She laughed, soft but sharp, the sound laced with mockery. “Don’t insult me.”

The rain poured heavily, drowning the city in an endless cascade of water. The dim streetlights flickered, casting eerie shadows across the alley where he stood. Noel Blake adjusted the cuffs of his black suit, his fingers trembling despite the sharp chill in the air. He wasn't the same boy from before. That boy who once believed in hard work, in a future built on hope had died years ago. And she was the one who killed him. Evelyn Sinclair. The girl who had smiled at him, talked to him, let him believe even for a second that he was something more than just a poor fool with borrowed dreams. The same girl who shattered his world without even realizing it. He took a slow breath, the familiar scent of rain and asphalt grounding him. He had waited too long for this moment. Inside the car parked nearby, she lay unconscious, her delicate face framed by the same long, dark hair that had haunted his dreams. Still perfect. Still unreachable. But not anymore. Noel turned away, a smirk tugging at his lips. Years had passed, but she remained the same illusion of perfection. Now, it was Evelyn Sinclair's turn to understand what it felt like to have everything ripped away.

Welcome to A Chance with Love In a world where werewolf packs navigate complex social hierarchies and ancient traditions, Cain, a powerful werewolf destined to be Alpha, finds his ascension blocked by a single, agonizing condition: he must find his fated mate. Years, months, and blue moons pass, and Cain's frustration mounts, turning into a bitter resentment towards the elusive woman he's never met. Then, a new arrival challenges his authority and disrupts the pack's delicate balance. This individual, strong and enigmatic, sparks a conflict that ignites a fierce rivalry. Cain, hardened by years of waiting, sees this newcomer as a disruptive force, and the newcomer mirrors his animosity. A shocking revelation shatters Cain's perception of reality: this daunting werewolf is his fated mate. Despite his prior rejection of the mate bond, Cain finds himself relentlessly drawn to the newcomer, pursuing a connection he once swore he didn't want. This discovery plunges him into emotional turmoil. They clash with a fiery intensity, unaware that a powerful mate bond begins to tug at their souls, a force they both instinctively resist. As this connection intensifies, their resistance weakens, revealing glimpses of the deep bond that fate has woven between them. However, external pressures and internal conflicts threaten to tear them apart. Cain's delayed ascension, the expectations of his pack, and the newcomer's own hidden burdens create a turbulent path to their destined union. Will they be able to take a chance with love, or will the turbulent forces of separation keep them apart forever?

The most loved K-pop idol, Lee Yong, had exhausted his creativity and reached a block. When he was frustrated about his inability to write music anymore, the new choreographer entered the company. The flirty perverted choreographer became his muse pretty soon. When he realised his love for the choreographer, he denied it for the sake of his career. When the adorable man confessed first, he rejected the choreographer cruelly. But later, he did not want to see his man being pursued by others, and he was determined to get his man back. Choi Haneul hid all his schemes and revenge plans under his shameless perverted behaviour as he entered the entertainment company. Taking revenge was his main job while being a choreographer was a side hustle. He was attracted to the boyband's leader, and he noticed the leader was also stealing glances filled with desire. Hence he started to crave more than the glances. Choi Haneul closed his heart long back and never wanted to be in a relationship. But he wanted to open his heart to the idol and be in a relationship. With all hope, when he confessed, the idol rejected him cruelly. So what would he do when the charming band leader tried to win him back? Or will he choose his revenge over love which comes with many terms and conditions? While the tug of war was going on between the choreographer and the band leader, band members smartly chose the choreographer’s side and ate melon seeds every day as they watched one drama after another instead of helping their leader. *************************** Choi Haneul: I wanted to try the steak from that new place. But all the tables are booked for a month. Lee Yong: Surprise! I invited the chef to cook the streak for our first date this Friday. Choi Haneul: I will come to eat, but it is not a date. Let’s invite others as well. Band members: Our choreographer is the best!!!! *************************** Choi Haneul: I wanted to watch that new movie. My free time and the movie screening time are not in sync. Too bad! Lee Yong: Surprise! I have already made arrangements. We will watch the movie in my flat for our first date. Choi Haneul: I would like to have cheese popcorn while watching the movie, but it is not a date. Let’s invite others as well. Band members: Yay!!! We are in for the movie night! *************************** Choi Haneul: I really wanted those dancing boots, but it is out of stock. Lee Yong: I knew you would like it. So I bought it for you. Choi Haneul: Thanks. Let me pay for it. Band member: Ouch, leader! Does it hurt too much???? *************************** Lee Yong: Where are you going all dressed up cutely? Choi Haneul: My first love is coming to the school reunion. I want to meet him. Lee Yong: Well, you are not going anywhere but my bed today. Band members: What?????? *Ding Dong* Choi Haneul: My first love is here to pick me up! Band members: Woooo hooo!!!!! *************************** Join the journey of the stubborn idol and the shameless choreographer to see what they would choose? Will Lee Yong choose love over his career? Will Choi Haneul choose love over his well-crafted revenge? P.s: The cover belongs to the rightful owner, and it will be removed if the original owner asks to do so. WARNING: THIS IS A GAY LOVE STORY WITH EXPLICIT CONTENT. IF YOU ARE NOT COMFORTABLE WITH IT, SPARE THE NOVEL. Discord: https://discord.gg/jSQxjwPV5s Instagram: lazii_ladii

Damian and Alex are college friends whose bond is put to the test as their feelings for each other evolve. In the first few chapters, they share carefree moments, including a drunken night out that leads to an emotional conversation about their complicated connection. Damian, struggling with his family life, and Alex, dealing with his own troubled past, both try to keep their friendship intact while grappling with the undeniable attraction between them. As they navigate their growing tension, the confusion intensifies. Damian tries to suppress his feelings, but Alex’s actions push him to confront what’s really going on between them. Through quiet moments and shared vulnerability, they begin to face the reality that their relationship is changing, but neither is sure of how to move forward. They are caught in a tug-of-war between friendship and something deeper, unsure whether embracing their feelings will bring them closer or destroy what they’ve built. Both have admitted their fears and confusion, yet there is a sense of hope that, despite the complexities, they will figure it out together. The chapters explore themes of love, self-doubt, and the blurred lines between friendship and romance as the characters try to make sense of what their connection really means.