Perfume Emperatriz

【Fantasía Explosiva, Ficción Emocionante】Había sido golpeado por su padre hasta quedar lisiado y expulsado de su hogar, sin embargo, era el genio más increíble de la historia. La Emperatriz del Mundo Divino? ¡Es mi mujer! El Gran Señor del Mundo Demoníaco? ¡Es mi discípulo! El Dios Dragón del Reino Demoníaco? ¡Es mi montura! ¡Los que se metan con Xu Nian morirán! ¡Los que toquen la Lámina Prohibida de Xu Nian desearán estar muertos!

First they mocked her. Then they used her. Then they broke her. They said she was too soft. So they buried her. But dead girls don’t stay quiet. The girl they shattered is just a memory now. The woman who rose from the ashes will dig their graves — and watch them fall in one by one. She makes heads turn when she passes, wearing secrets like perfume and revenge like diamonds. Her man would slit throats for a glimpse of her smile — and burn kingdoms just to hear her laugh. Her death stained the city red. Her life will drown the world in blood. The world is no longer a playground. It’s a chessboard. And she’s the game master now. But not every piece is hers. A shadow follows her steps, a hidden player she can't remember, holding secrets tied to her own death. Is her second chance truly hers to command... Or is she still just another piece in someone else's chess piece in the game? Every king Thinks He Is Safe... Untill The Queen Flips The Board -------------------------------------------------------- guys I'm new to do this and this is my first work I hope I did my best ---

``` Se suponía que sería una dama de la mansión del Marqués, pero se convirtió en la hija de un agricultor debido a un error al nacer. Después de crecer laboriosamente hasta convertirse en una dama hermosa y agraciada, nadie vino a pedirle matrimonio. Muchos decían que era fea y con problemas mentales, o una niña maldita que traía desgracia a sus padres. Pero su esposo, a quien recogió en el camino, resultó ser el futuro Primer Ministro. El pequeño monje que adoptó en la montaña era uno de los seis Generales Divinos. Incluso la anciana que rescató, sin pensar mucho, resultó ser la actual Emperatriz. Un cierto hombre dijo con fiereza: "¡Querida, me encargaré de cualquiera que se atreva a intimidarte!" El General Divino dijo: "Hermana, solo dime cuál territorio de los seis reinos quieres. ¡Lo conquistaré para ti!" La Emperatriz dijo: "¿El Emperador intimidó a mi querida? ¡Solo espera! ¡Lo destronaré enseguida!" ```

``` —¡Feng Tianyi! ¡Tu hermano destruyó mi familia Tang! ¿Hay algo bueno en tu familia? —exclamó con ira. —En. ¿No ves cómo nuestros buenos genes se transmiten a nuestros hijos? En cuanto a la deuda de la familia Feng, te la pagaré —dijo con despreocupación. Tang Moyu se rió con desdén y cruzó los brazos sobre su pecho. —¿Cómo piensas pagarlo? —¿Qué tal si te reembolso con mi cuerpo? ... ¡Qué sinvergüenza! El hombre sentado en su silla de ruedas estalló en una carcajada al ver su fea expresión. —Señorita Tang, no tiene sentido que pretendas que no lo has visto ya que prácticamente te subiste a mi cama y te aprovechaste de mí. Hace cinco años, Tang Moyu era la emperatriz del mundo empresarial y estaba en la cima de su carrera antes de ser reducida a nada cuando su prometido se enamoró de otra mujer. Eso estaba bien, ya que no había amor entre ella y Feng Tianhua, pero ¿quién hubiera pensado que esta ‘Cenicienta’ era un lobo con piel de oveja? Luego está Feng Tianyi, el infame sucesor de la familia Feng, un autor aclamado por la crítica que constantemente sacudía la lista de los más vendidos con sus libros. Los rumores dicen que era de carácter fuerte y temperamental. Era tan despiadado que ni hombres ni mujeres querían su compañía. Los rumores incluso dicen que su rostro era tan bello y fuera de este mundo. Era prácticamente un dios entre los hombres. Era una lástima que estuviera incapacitado. Los dos nunca debían encontrarse de nuevo, pero un par de dulces pequeños bollos intervinieron. —Tío, no tenemos dinero para pagarle por los daños —dijo el mayor de los Pequeños Bollos. —Mis manuscritos no tienen precio —respondió este tío apuesto con diversión. —Tío, si no te importa, ¿podemos pagar con nuestra Mami? Ella también es invaluable —propuso el pequeño. Y así el par de dulces pequeños bollos y el tío apuesto llegaron a un acuerdo, pero ¿quién hubiera pensado que la mujer en cuestión era una reina helada del infierno que tenía una extraña afinidad por los dulces? — Editor/corrector: ninaviews Portada del libro: Bizzybiin / derechos de autor 2020 anjeeriku ```

Zhou Meili gets married to a man because that was her father's last request and wish, but the man decided to divorce her after six months into the marriage. She feels disheartened and thus decided to have a few drinks where she ends up being entangled with a mysterious man, Master Mu, not only does he shoo her away but he decides to own her and thus her second marriage happens unexpectedly... What would happen when she suddenly realizes that she is pregnant with him? #####Hello Readers... Any material here if it's a song lyric or fashion or perfume will be my own creation... and original.###### ****Not mentioned tag, Bromance..."**** *The cover isn't mine and the credit goes to the owner if you are the owner and wants me to pull it down, let me know...*

(Matured Content-No rape) “She was promised to a prince. But taken by a monster who calls himself king.” In a realm ruled by blood and empire, twenty-four kingdoms bow to one throne — and at the center of it sits Emperor Zareth Ravaryn, a vampire older than most dynasties, cold as obsidian, and feared as much as he is obeyed. Princess Serenya of Vayrana was never meant to catch his eye. Gentle. Devoted. Already betrothed to the human prince she loved from afar. But one imperial ceremony changed everything. When the Emperor sees her — veiled in gold, eyes full of light — he names her his future Empress. She refuses. He doesn’t ask twice. Now torn from her homeland and chained in silk and duty, Serenya finds herself in a court of shadows, where power is worn like perfume and secrets drip from every whispered bow. But Zareth is not just the monster she feared. He is obsessed. And his obsession doesn’t break... it consumes. As the blood empire trembles under rebellion, forbidden longing ignites between captive and captor, and the girl who once dreamt of love must decide: Will she fight for her freedom— or burn for his throne? Dark fantasy meets imperial seduction in this slow-burn vampire romance — with original lore, dangerous rituals, forbidden love, and a heroine who was never meant to kneel. Welcome to the Empire of Thorns. Where love is a game only monsters win. #bookone of The Empire of Thorns series --- Excerpt. A man stood before her. Not just any man. The man. Eyes like twin flames. Lips curled into a knowing smirk. A voice like thunder dipped in velvet. "And who might you be, little dove?" Zareth purred. Serenya's heart slammed against her ribs. "I-I'm... I was just—" "Lost?" he finished for her, his tone mocking yet oddly amused. She nodded, clutching her veil tighter. His eyes trailed down the curve of her figure, and then back to her eyes. "You're not from around here," he said, though he already knew. "I'm from Vayrana," she managed, voice barely above a whisper. His grin widened. "That explains the veil. So well-behaved. So sweet." He stepped closer, and she instinctively backed up—until her back hit the wall. "Running off alone into a palace full of monsters... either you're braver than you look, or dumber," he drawled, eyes gleaming. Her eyes widened at the insult, but something in his tone kept her frozen. "I didn't mean to be disrespectful—" "Oh, but you weren't," he interrupted. "In fact, you've just made this entire evening… interesting." He reached out, adjusting the edge of her veil with a gentleness that contradicted his deadly aura. "What's your name, dove?" She hesitated. "Your name," he repeated, voice darker now. "I don't ask twice." "Serenya," she whispered. He leaned in, mouth brushing close to her ear. "Serenya," he repeated, tasting it. "Pretty name. Suits you." Then, as quickly as he came, he stepped back. The moment shattered. "Go on now, little dove. Before your father comes searching."

Ah, Noxvara… a paradise plucked from the fever-dream of a dying girl, stitched together with golden threads and perfumed lies. You see, this island is no blessing. It is the last, desperate wish of a young girl who refused to die in sorrow— so she gave birth to a world where pain was banished, and reality itself became her plaything. And what a world she made! Beauty so cloying it stifles, gardens so sweet they rot on the tongue, a sky painted gold to blind the eye and silence the soul. Its people—ha!—glorious, laughing puppets, all hollow smiles and empty hearts, more concerned with their own little dreams than the truth festering beneath their feet. They worship joy, they shun pain, and in doing so, they have become monsters. There is nothing so grotesque as a happiness built atop oblivion. Over them all reigns Noxvara, the “Origin,” herself, a ruler who smothers sorrow with kisses and sews wounds shut with silk. She is both jailer and beloved, the mother who would rather see her children die in bliss than ever taste the poison of truth. But even illusions decay. Into this sugar-laced hell arrives a “Savior”—a lamb bred from hope, sent by Noxvara herself to preserve the dream from the creeping rot. Ah, but what is she truly saving? A world that devours its own memories, a people who would rather forget than awaken? Beneath every song lies silence. Behind every smile, a shadow. The greatest curse of Noxvara is not that it is dying, but that it deserves to die. So… will you save this paradise, little Savior? Or will you do the merciful thing, and tear it apart at the seams?

“Hay lugares que no se encuentran en los mapas, sino en las cicatrices del alma.” Lucía Darling, una joven paisajista con una sensibilidad poco común, acepta un trabajo en el Parque Romántico de Arkadia, un santuario natural escondido en Polonia. Lo que parecía un refugio idílico pronto se convierte en un laberinto de presencias invisibles, melodías lejanas y recuerdos que no son suyos. Hay una sombra que la observa. Un alma que lleva siglos esperando. Él es inmortal. Ella, la reencarnación de aquello que le fue arrebatado. Unidos por un amor imposible, separados por la muerte, el tiempo y una promesa que nunca fue rota, deberán enfrentarse a un destino marcado por los susurros del pasado… y los crímenes del presente. “La huella de tu perfume” es una historia sobre la reencarnación, el duelo, y la belleza trágica de amar a quien pertenece al otro lado del velo.

She was the overlooked country girl, ridiculed by all, who married Ethan Lancaster—the most powerful man in the city—for the sake of her sister. By day, she lived humbly as a quiet housemaid. By night, she shed her disguise, revealing a face of breathtaking beauty, stepping into the role of a billionaire’s secret stand-in bride. When her secret identity was exposed, the social elite eagerly waited to see her fall from grace. But instead of collapsing, she rose—crafting luxury perfumes, developing miracle cures, and leaving chaos in her wake. And that cold, untouchable CEO? He became hopelessly obsessed. Cradling her in his arms, he declared to the world: "She’s mine. Touch her, and you answer to me."

In a prestigious European art academy nestled in a rain-washed city, Andrew is quiet, observant, and secretly in love with Emma, his childhood friend. But Emma's heart is pulled elsewhere toward Jason, the enigmatic rebel who wears pain like perfume. As Emma and Jason fall into a love that burns hot and cold, Andrew watches in silence, his feelings buried beneath layers of loyalty and fear. Alongside them is Kate, a brilliant writer who silently yearns for Andrew, though Emma’s lingering presence makes her affection feel like trespass. A complicated dance of glances, silence, and misread signals ensues, with all four hearts slowly unraveling in their final years at the academy. But things begin to shift during a national poetry competition. As Andrew is forced into the spotlight, he discovers a latent power rooted in a forgotten bloodline the Whitmore lineage, protectors of something ancient. When he’s accepted into the elusive Halberd University, he’s pulled into a hidden world where magic is real, heritage is dangerous, and the self is never whole. Separated by destiny, Andrew’s past refuses to let go. Meanwhile, Emma begins to sense a mystery behind Jason’s glowing eyes, and Kate grapples with the bitter truth of unrequited love turned resentment. At Halberd, Andrew battles not only ancient forces but himself Whitmore, a darker personality born of his power. As friendships fracture, secrets surface, and the supernatural bleeds into the mundane, Pawn of Emotions becomes a haunting tale of love left unsaid, power discovered too late, and the price of choosing feeling over fate.

Four girls went into the woods Only three came back Ivy disappeared without a sound Just her fed hoodie Just silence Everyone says she ran away But I know better I can still hear her voice I see her in the mirrors Smell her perfume on my pillow Ivy never left And now someone's making us pay One by one We buried the truth that night But secrets don't stay dead

Tang Jiaxin was just a pampered bunny—literally. After being adopted by the cold yet secretly soft-hearted CEO Xu Jinyu as a child, she spent her days munching on carrots, rolling in flower beds, and unknowingly becoming the inspiration behind the world’s first anti-aging serum for animals. Her presence became the emotional core of YSHT (养生华堂), the newest expansion of the centuries-old luxury house Xuhuang (许凰), once perfumers to emperors. But when she suddenly wakes up as a human girl in his arms, everything changes—and so does she. What Jiaxin doesn’t remember is that this wasn’t an accident. It was intentional. In their past life, she died protecting him. This time, Xu Jinyu refused to lose her again. Using years of secret research, he engineered her transformation—extending her lifespan and creating the perfect formula to bring her back, even if she doesn't remember who he is. Now, with no memory of their past and a chaotic personality to boot, Jiaxin is working as his assistant in YSHT’s luxurious skincare empire—blissfully unaware of the emotional storm she’s stirring in her boss’s heart. As Jiaxin’s bubbly empathy wins over the public, she initiates reforms and generous donations, sparking an unexpected rise in YSHT’s influence in the stock market. But their growing success soon attracts enemies. The Western beauty houses, long-dominant in the global market, begin to feel threatened. Backed by government ties, they hit Xuhuang and YSHT with sanctions. Leading their counterattack is Eternal Spring (延春 / Yánchūn)—an ancient rival obsessed with unlocking eternal youth. And at the helm of it all? Wu Zhaoyuan, their charming CEO, who—despite no history with Jiaxin—feels fate has pulled him into her orbit. Two empires. One reincarnated girl engineered by love. And a silent war that threatens to rewrite the future of beauty, memory, and fate. (im still using an ai generated image because i have no artists to commision yet, ignore the bangs, she wasn't supposed to have that)

"Reencarné como el Consorte Basura de la Emperatriz" Un joven despierta en el cuerpo del peor personaje posible: Noin Valenhardt, el consorte condenado a morir por traición en un juego de fantasía que ahora es su realidad. Con el conocimiento de los eventos por venir, intentará cambiar su destino, ganarse a una emperatriz que lo desprecia… y evitar la caída inevitable del imperio. Magia, política, romance y tragedia se cruzan en esta lucha por sobrevivir en un mundo que no da segundas oportunidades.

Charlotte Rosewood was the perfect daughter, the loyal sister, and the devoted fiancée. She gave them everything — her love, her fame, her voice, her soul. And how did they repay her? They killed her. Her brother, David, the cunning snake in a suit. Her sister, Melody, who wore innocence like perfume but reeked of envy. And Vincent — the man she loved so blindly — who drove the knife straight through her heart… for money. But fate wasn’t done with her. Charlotte wakes up — one year before her death. Her heart still aches. Her tears still burn. But the love? It’s dead. What lives now… is vengeance. > “I begged for their love once. Now they’ll beg for my mercy.” This time, she’s not giving second chances. This time, she’s not playing nice. She will take back her power. She will reclaim her name. And she will make them bleed — slowly. > She was their pawn. Now, she’s the queen. GAME STARTS

In gaslit Paris, a perfumer’s magic could save her sister or doom her soul. Élise Dubois creates dangerous perfumes. With a drop of her blood, she steals grief from broken hearts and traps it in bottles sorrows sold as Souvenir de Marriage to wealthy widows. But her power has a cost: scars cover her hands, and her missing sister Clémence is held hostage by Paris’s ruthless Vampire Court. When the Court’s leader, the Vicomte de Sanglac, demands an impossible perfume forged from a queen’s legendary tears Élise must break into Notre Dame’s cursed crypt. There, she’s captured by Dr. Lucien Thorne, a surgeon hunting vampire kind. He knows her perfumes fuel the Court’s cruelty. He also knows pain: he killed his own sister when she became a monster. Lucien offers a brutal bargain: wear an iron cuff that blocks her magic and shocks her when she lies. Pose as his wife at the Vicomte’s masquerade blood ball, where humans are prey. Find the tears. In return, he’ll save Clémence. But in the crypt, Élise discovers a terrible truth. Her blood is poison to vampires. The Vicomte wants to weaponize it and Clémence is his bait. Worse, Lucien betrays her, planning to trade Élise’s life for the Court’s destruction. Now Élise must Unleash a perfume that erases vampire memories, Trust the hunter who left her for dead, Bleed her own life force to destroy the Vicomte, Choose between saving Lucien from turning vampire or letting him die human Her victory leaves her hair white and magic gone. But when a black rose arrives signed "V," Élise knows the Court survives. And with Lucien at her side, she’ll hunt them through the shadows of Paris no matter the cost.

In her previous life, Mu Anhan abandoned her husband and son. It was only after her death that she learned that Gu Xiaozhan loved her madly. In her next life, she was going to cling to him tightly and give him a second child! Everyone sneered. “Mu Anhan seduces Master Gu all day long and only cares about giving him a child. She’s just trying to cement her position by giving him children. Master Gu will surely divorce her after.”Who would have thought that the Perfume Queen, top hacker, miracle doctor, genius designer, AI intelligence, scientific research master… All of her multiple identities were exposed. What annoyed everyone even more was that treasure appraisers, medical professors, and international celebrities were all kneeling at her door, begging her for guidance! At night, she snuggled in Master Gu’s arms with red lips, and was the most provocative little seductress. Eyeing her with his dashing brows slightly raised, the possessive Master Gu rasped out, “Darling, should we try for a third child?”

El reloj marcó la medianoche cuando Ruelle escuchó el eco de pasos. Se tensó, con los finos vellos de su nuca erizándose en el fresco aire nocturno. "No deberías estar aquí", susurró Ruelle, su voz un murmullo sin aliento. La silueta finalmente se detuvo bajo la luz de la luna, sus ojos rojo oscuro observándola y su cabello negro como la tinta ondeando. "¿No debería?" Su voz era una caricia oscura, y ella permaneció allí cautivada por el peligro que él exudaba como perfume. "No te he visto en los últimos dos días", dijo en tono bajo. Su mano se extendió, sus dedos rozando la seda de su camisón, trazando el tembloroso contorno de su clavícula. "Dime, ¿me estabas evitando, o quizás... entreteniendo otras ofertas?" El corazón de Ruelle se aceleró, su respiración superficial. Declaró, "No le pertenezco a nadie". "Una afirmación audaz", murmuró él, su aliento un tentador escalofrío contra su piel mientras se inclinaba. "Sin embargo aquí estás, con el pulso acelerado, tu cuerpo tenso como si anticipara mi toque". Sus dedos sujetaron su barbilla, inclinando su rostro hacia el suyo. La luz de la luna captó sus ojos, revelando un destello de intención depredadora. "¿O debo recordarte qué toque es el que verdaderamente anhelas?"

O relógio bateu meia-noite quando Ruelle ouviu o eco de passos. Ela ficou tensa, os finos pelos da nuca se arrepiando no ar fresco da noite. "Você não deveria estar aqui," Ruelle sussurrou, sua voz um murmúrio sem fôlego. A silhueta finalmente veio se postar sob o luar, seus olhos vermelho-escuros a observando e seu cabelo negro como tinta se agitando. "Não deveria?" Sua voz era uma carícia sombria, e ela ficou ali, cativada pelo perigo que ele exalava como perfume. "Não te vejo há dois dias," seu tom baixo. Sua mão se estendeu, os dedos roçando contra a seda de sua camisola, traçando o contorno trêmulo de sua clavícula. "Me diga, você estava me evitando, ou talvez... considerando outras ofertas?" O coração de Ruelle disparou, sua respiração superficial. Ela declarou, "Não pertenço a ninguém." "Uma afirmação ousada," ele murmurou, seu hálito um frio tentador contra sua pele enquanto se inclinava. "No entanto aqui está você, pulso acelerado, seu corpo tenso como se em antecipação ao meu toque." Seus dedos agarraram seu queixo, inclinando seu rosto em direção ao dele. O luar capturou seus olhos, revelando um brilho de intenção predatória. "Ou devo lembrá-la de qual toque você verdadeiramente anseia?"

The clock struck midnight when Ruelle heard the echo of footsteps. She tensed, the fine hairs on the back of her neck standing on end in the cool night air. "You shouldn't be here," Ruelle whispered, her voice a breathless murmur. The silhouette finally came to stand under the moonlight, his dark red eyes watching her and his inky black hair ruffling. "Shouldn't I?" His voice was a dark caress, and she stood there captivated by the danger he exuded like perfume. "I haven’t seen you for the last two days," his tone low. His hand reached out, fingers brushing against the silk of her nightgown, tracing the trembling outline of her collarbone. "Tell me, were you avoiding me, or perhaps... entertaining other offers?" Ruelle’s heart raced, her breaths shallow. She declared, "I don't belong to anyone.” "A bold claim," he murmured, his breath a tantalising chill against her skin as he leaned in. "Yet here you are, pulse racing, your body tensed as if in anticipation of my touch." His fingers gripped her chin, tilting her face towards his. The moonlight caught his eyes, revealing a glint of predatory intent. "Or must I remind you whose touch you truly crave?"

[ WARNING: MATURE CONTENT] — They were chosen to serve. Assigned to royal blood. Aurora never imagined her path to survival would begin on her knees—bowing to an Alpha prince with eyes like cold fire. Zev is silent, brutal, unreadable… and hers by command. But while the palace demands obedience and heirs, *Aurora carries something far more dangerous: a prophecy sealed in blood and fate.* She’s not just a girl trained to seduce. She’s Zev’s fated mate—**the only one who can bear the Alpha heir.** And in a kingdom where fate holds no weight and legacy rules all, that truth could be her death sentence… or her salvation. In a world where girls are bred to tempt and punished for failure, Aurora must outwit rivals, queens, and her own heart. Because in this palace, power wears perfume. And the most dangerous seduction may not belong to Zev— It might belong to her.

In the world of haute couture jewelry, 20-year-old Wen Ran, a gifted but sheltered protégé of legendary craftsman Bai Weiliang, embarks on a quest to reclaim her late grandfather’s treasured heirloom—a delicate filigree perfume box displayed as a prize in the prestigious "Apollo Jewelry Design Competition." To win it, she infiltrates Carlile, a rival luxury brand led by the enigmatic Yan Wangshu, a charismatic CMO whose icy demeanor hides a fascination with Wen Ran’s talent and resilience. As Wen Ran navigates corporate politics, jealous rivals, and her growing attraction to Yan Wangshu, she must confront her insecurities and the shadows of her past. From the jasmine-scented gardens of M Country to Shanghai’s glittering elite, their relationship evolves from suspicion to mutual admiration, blurring the lines between ambition and desire. But when secrets about Wen Ran’s true identity threaten both her mission and Yan Wangshu’s authority, they must choose between loyalty to their companies and the unexpected bond forged in fire. A story of artistry, legacy, and the price of ambition, Jasmine and Obsidian weaves intricate family drama with slow-burn romance, asking: Can love bloom where trust is carved from betrayal?

Afterlife.... Everyone like to discuss about life when life is living but only a few people inside this big world have their a little interest to know about after life . Some people must have a question arises inside their mind that is it possible the existence of a afterlife .... so let's know a interesting story of mystery of afterlife, love, and existence A girl named Xiao Jeonzai suffering from Atrial Septal Defect from her childhood. She has a little bit of time to enjoy her life. She is also a YouTuber who wants to tell her story to the whole world because she has story about her secret life of a Online Sweetie Anhan and a Perfume boy Wang Yianxiangji ( this name is not mentioned in some chapters as he is an unknown person for a long time).The persons whom she never meet till today. A sweet scent of a boy made her feel something magical, charming and interesting. From then she was chasing the perfume boy.Since she was in middle school she was searching every where of her country but still not catch him. She has many wishes to fulfill before she sleep for a long and the master wish lists are to meet his online sweetie and that perfume boy whom she was secretly,deeply,madly chasing from a early age before she aware about her illness. so,Let's see how many wish of her going to fulfill and how many will be unfulfilled... Will the girl's life change?? Will the girl able to find her new life what what problem will she has to pass through.... Will anything strange happen?? Will They meet in her new life if she gets a new life???

Lily Hawthorne is a hardworking girl who sells perfume she makes on her own even though she has parents who are well to do . but set to plan her life , receiving orders every now and then ..... getting an order she never knew will change her life. will it be for positive change or drastic change?

Velvet Claws "They wear velvet. But underneath-they both have claws." In the shimmering corridors of HMM Corporation, Cha Hayeon begins her first day as a regular office employee. Elegant, sweet, and effortlessly charming-she's the picture of innocence. But behind her soft smile lies the bloodline of power, control, and a ruthless nature inherited from a legacy no one dares to question. She hides her true self beneath pastels and perfume, determined to keep her claws sheathed. Enter Nam Jihoon, the quiet, gentle team leader with a disarming smile and kind eyes. But nothing about Jihoon is what it seems. Unbeknownst to everyone, he's the hidden heir of HMM's fiercest rival-an empire secretly working toward an unprecedented merger. Sent undercover to monitor the partnership from the inside, Jihoon already knows who Hayeon is-and he's been in love with her from afar for years. But while Hayeon tries to impress him with her fake innocence, Jihoon watches with quiet amusement, falling deeper for the sides of her she doesn't even know she's showing. Yet underneath his warmth, Jihoon hides something darker: a dangerously obsessive, possessive heart that has always belonged to her. As power games unfold behind closed doors, and masks begin to crack, only one thing is certain- In a world where love wears velvet, someone's claws will draw blood. ---

“He died with my name on his lips... and her perfume on his chest.” Arianne thought death would end the betrayal. She was wrong. Her husband is gone — buried in silence, mourned in pain. But the scent of another woman lingers in his shirts. Her lipstick stains the cup Arianne drinks from. And her voice? It echoes in voicemails he never deleted. Every drawer hides a memory that doesn't belong to her. Every reflection shows a woman who lost a war she never knew she was fighting. As Arianne unravels the quiet infidelity that stole her marriage, grief twists into obsession. What begins as mourning becomes investigation. What begins as sorrow becomes vengeance. But what happens when the dead aren't done speaking? And what if she — the other woman — was more than just a mistake? She wasn’t just loved. She was chosen. This is not a love story. This is a haunting told from the side of the widow who refused to die with him.

Amy, a typical New Yorker, has a life like a tightly - wound clock because of her busy job at the United Nations - precise yet exhausting. She is a person who is rational to the core. Superstitions about ghosts and gods, in her opinion, are like fairy tales for coaxing children, and sweet - talking is like cheap perfume, pungent and hypocritical. On that day, the heavy pressure of work made Amy feel breathless. She returned to her apartment where she lived alone, like a robot with its battery drained. Her only thought was to throw herself onto the bed and isolate herself from the whole world with the quilt. However, midnight, like a mysterious incantation, disrupted her plan. The old radio in the room cabinet made a strange beeping sound, and then a faint cry for help came: "Help... " Amy's heart suddenly tightened. Despite the mixture of fatigue and fear within her, her curiosity still made her ask the radio, "Who are you?" "I'm Tom. I'm being chased by a serial killer. I'm hiding in an abandoned warehouse. He'll find me soon... " The boy's voice was full of fear. Without the slightest hesitation, Amy immediately called the police. A rescue across time, of love and redemption, thus began.

Kirana Diandra, seorang podcaster dengan sejuta kata dan tawa, merasa dunianya dijungkirbalikkan saat mendapat tugas mustahil: mewawancarai Arion Baskara. Arion bukan sekadar pria pendiam. Dia adalah seorang perfumer jenius yang berkomunikasi melalui aroma, bukan kata. Dunianya adalah keheningan, botol-botol kaca, dan kenangan pahit yang terkunci dalam sebuah parfum yang tak pernah selesai ia ciptakan. Bagi Kirana, Arion adalah narasumber tersulit. Bagi Arion, Kirana adalah 'cahaya' yang terlalu terang, mengusik ketenangannya yang temaram. Namun, ketika Kirana tanpa sengaja mengidentifikasi sebuah aroma langka di studio Arion, sebuah pintu tak kasat mata terbuka. Arion memberinya sebuah tantangan: bantu dia menemukan 'nada yang hilang' dari parfum masa lalunya, dan wawancara eksklusif akan menjadi miliknya. Perjalanan mereka bukan lagi sekadar tentang kata dan wangi, melainkan tentang dua jiwa yang mencoba saling menyembuhkan. Mampukah Kirana menjadi cahaya yang menerjemahkan keheningan Arion? Dan sanggupkah Arion merelakan aroma masa lalunya demi meracik masa depan yang baru bersama Kirana? Karena terkadang, perasaan yang paling dalam justru tercium, bukan terucap.

Yo, Eve Evilkill, emperatriz tiránica del universo, voy a iluminar a los héroes que se pongan en mi camino para revelarles la verdad y arrancarles de una vez por todas esas máscaras de héroes para que todo el mundo los vean como son.

In an accident six years ago, Le Yu drugged and “tainted” the supreme commander of the empire. Having never suffered such humiliation, the man immediately issued a kill order on the woman who had given him trauma by forcing herself on him. He was unable to get erect anymore, and he swore he would teach her a ruthless lesson! But, she had vanished without a trace. Finally, ten months later, he managed to get a clue and rushed to the hospital. He didn’t find the woman, but instead, a baby in a crib. Le Yu, who had given birth to three children in the hospital, never imagined that Gu Yue, whom she regarded as a sister, would betray her. Gu Yue knew that Le Yu was being hunted, and had not only revealed her location, but even tried to strangle Le Yu’s children! Le Yu was filled with hatred, but her body was so weak that she could only take two of her children and flee, leaving her eldest child in the hospital. Six years later, she returned with her two children to look for her eldest child and get revenge. She didn’t expect to bump into that man after just getting off the plane. From then on, their destinies were intertwined. Le Yu, who had multiple identities, was spoiled to the heavens by the man, her three prodigal children, and seven big shot big brothers! Her eldest child: “Mommy, I earned all this money for you!” Her second son: “Mommy, this is my trophy and reward. It’s for you. Take it and buy whatever you want.” Her youngest daughter: “This is a perfume I made for you, Mommy! You need to smell good, okay?” Big shot big brothers: “Little sister, just spend as much as you want. We’ll support you all the way to the end.” A certain commander: “Darling, I was wrong! Please forgive me!”

MIni historia ambientada entre el Arco 1 y el Arco 2 de REENCARNE COMO EL CONSORTE BASURA DE LA EMPERATRIZ. Lauren Tevia, guerrera del clan lobo gris, se infiltra en el Imperio Tharisster. Su objetivo: encontrar al humano que cambio su destino. En su viaje por los rincones olvidados del imperio, Lauren conoce a una pequeña con quien se adentra en los tuneles secretos bajo la capital. Allí descubrira un mundo olvidado, para protegerlos, debera enfrentar a los fantasmas que aun acechan.