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Devoted To Love

To Love a Crowned Enemy

A woman from Hull was never meant to wear a crown. And yet, today, they would place one on her head. Verona Falkenrath has spent her life among the wild forests and untamed lands of Hull, a province scorned by the noble courts of Praylor. To them, she and her people are nothing more than barbarians. Useful for their resources but unworthy of standing among kings. When she is forced into an arranged marriage with Prince Lucian Velthorne, Verona knows what is expected of her: be silent, be obedient, and be grateful. But Verona has never known how to kneel. Lucian never wanted a wife, especially not one from Hull. Cold, calculating, and bred for power, he sees their union as nothing more than a political necessity. She is a means to an end, a bridge to keep Hull under Praylor’s control. But from the moment Verona enters his court, she defies him at every turn. Fierce, untamed, and impossible to ignore. Yet behind the whispers of their unlikely marriage, something far more dangerous is brewing. A neighboring country has begun sowing rebellion in Hull’s shadows, promising freedom from Praylor’s rule. When Verona uncovers the plot, she faces an impossible choice: stay loyal to her homeland, or betray those who would see it burn. But Lucian has his own doubts. When the rebellion reaches its peak, can he truly trust the woman he once swore was his enemy? Bound by duty, divided by war, and drawn together by something neither of them expected, Verona and Lucian must decide. Is their marriage just another political game, or the beginning of a love that could reshape kingdoms?
_saintrose · 9.8K Views

To Love A River

In a dystopian future where Vampires emerged from the shadows in order to stop humanity from becoming extinct, a young woman with a dark past meets a charismatic stranger. As time goes by Private Love Aikawa of military Unit 4-7, finds that she may not be as human as she first thought, and that humanity may not be the side that she should be fighting for. Battling rogue vampires, mutated creatures and her own past, Love works to unravel the mysteries behind the secretive Helsing unit, and tries to become the bridge between humans and vampires in a world filled with discrimination. This novel starts intentionally slow through the exposition and world building, everything kicks into gear after the turning point in the latter half of Volume 1, and especially Volume 2, where the tone of the novel shifts. So, I hope you stick with it and enjoy the wild ride! I also added some song recommendations along the way to listen to whilst you read certain chapters, I hope this helps boost the experience. Public Spotify playlist for Volume 1 is under the name: TLAR - Book 1 https://open.spotify.com/playlist/07czy216X1xB6F1mfRtl31?si=3cff937234e64589 Volume 2 playlist: TLAR - Book 2 https://open.spotify.com/playlist/7dxCyfh3i4EV2SaEj0iVZs?si=9636c983657c475d This is rated 'No one under 17 permitted' for (very) mature themes, including drug use, assault, discrimination against same sex couples, language, violence etc. Please note that no storyline is chosen for shock value, and most are taken from personal experience, and hopefully handled with the care, respect and sensitivity they deserve. Disclaimers are added against any chapter that may cause distress. The main couple is a man and woman but there are also LGBTQ+ characters and relationships spread throughout, hope you enjoy!
LouLou2 · 175.8K Views

Mr. CEO's Devoted Love

Seven years…. I have been locked away… Far from him… Will he still be the same?... Will he still love me when I look scarred and ruined?... Lu Jia, has spent seven years in captivity. She was taken away from her family and left her fiancée with their son. After escaping, she found out that her brother betrayed her and plotted against her. Now she is back with anger as deep as her scars. She will make sure to return the favor ten folds. But before that, she has to reclaim her man. Build her empire again and raise their son as her true heir.… ------------------------------------------------- Follow Lu Jia's journey as she rebuilds her life with her family and exact revenge to those that hurt her. This is story of a strong willed woman born and raised to be a leader. Her ways might be brutal and over the top sometimes, but please always note, that she is what she is, because of her experiences. I hope you will enjoy her story. -------------------------------------------------- Author's Note: Hi Everyone! This is my first novel, so please take it easy on me. I will do my best to write as much as I can? English is not my first language and grammar is not my forte, but I will study how to strengthen my vocabularies and grammar. Please be patient with me. Thank you! I hope you enjoy this novel. I will check my comments every time, so please leave your comments and support this novel by giving your reviews and your precious votes!.. ------------------------------------------------ Want to support me? I need some love @: ko-fi.com/miclyce
Miclyce · 1.1M Views

His Untouched Devotion (BL)

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.
IJE_5 · 564 Views
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