Posh Insults

Lin Chen was persecuted by his childhood sweetheart and accidentally obtained an ancient legacy. From then on, he embarked on a path against the heavens! "I am a sovereign! Those who insult me will be killed, those who obstruct me will die!"

What if your worst enemies suddenly became your most devoted allies—because you turned them into irresistible, enchanting femboys? Meet Cecil: a cunning, ruthless mastermind hiding an extraordinary power beneath his calm exterior. With a single stroke of his feathered pen, he transforms those who dare to cross him into beautiful, loyal members of his ever-growing harem. But this isn’t some silly game—it's a calculated campaign to build a nation unlike any other. In a world of secrets, magic, and brutal politics, Cecil must navigate a treacherous landscape filled with dangerous foes and hidden agendas. His targets? Only those who insult, threaten, or betray him. His allies? A charming, fiercely loyal band of femboys who live by his side in a shadowy sanctuary. If you think power is all about strength and magic, think again. For Cecil, true power lies in control, seduction, and a pen that changes fate. Welcome to the Velvet Court—where loyalty is beautiful, and revenge is intoxicating.

Three days. That’s how close I was to marrying Alistair, the man I’d loved for six years, the man whose life I’d literally saved with my own rare blood. I was just admiring the final pearl on my wedding dress, a gown I’d poured my soul into, when he called. The wedding? Off. He was marrying my stepsister, Ivy. Her dying wish, he said. Six months to live, maybe less. The kicker? He’d already taken my wedding dress from my studio for her. Just like that, six years, countless transfusions, our shared dreams – all tossed aside for the girl who’d made my life a living hell since childhood. He even offered me “compensation,” as if my future had a price tag. But if Alistair and Ivy thought I’d just crumble, they seriously underestimated me. They wanted my fiancé? Fine. But it would cost them. First, our multi-million-dollar fashion company, Evening Gala – built on my designs, my vision. He signed it over. Then, a cool million for the stolen dress. He paid. Another million for the wedding jewelry they dared to ask me to hand over for Ivy. Cha-ching. You’d think they’d learn. But no. Their next proposal was the most insulting yet: Alistair actually suggested that I should just wait. That after Ivy’s ‘inevitable’ passing in a few months, he and I could just pick up where we left off, have an even better wedding. Seriously? Enough was enough. If Ivy wanted to play bride with my life, she was going to get a taste of what happens when you push someone too far. Let's just say her hospital room celebration involved a lot more smoke, water, and screaming than she bargained for, all thanks to a little wedding gift from yours truly. Now they know I’m not the same Hazel they could walk all over. I’ve got my company, a pile of their cash, and a whole lot of scores to settle. They think this is over? This game of revenge is just getting started. And believe me, I play to win.

Seventeen-year-old Yuuji Aikawa is everything a model student should be: organized, top of his class, and emotionally untouchable. With his crisp uniforms and perfectly aligned notebooks, Yuuji lives by quiet rules—don’t draw attention, don’t get involved, and never let anyone see beneath the surface. Enter Ren Sakamoto, the transfer student with a silver earring, ink-stained fingers, and a smirk that defies authority. Ren is chaos in human form. He talks back to teachers, never follows the dress code, and for reasons only the universe seems to understand, decides that Yuuji is his new favorite target. After a classroom disruption lands them both in after-school library detention, Yuuji finds himself cornered into spending his quiet afternoons with the very person who seems determined to unravel him. But as pages are shelved and insults are exchanged, a different kind of tension begins to simmer—one that neither of them wants to admit. Behind the sarcasm, silences, and stolen glances, Yuuji starts to question the life he's worked so hard to control. And Ren, for all his bravado, starts to realize that some people are worth holding on to—even if it means letting his guard down. In a world of school bells, whispered poetry, and ink-stained hands, two boys from opposite worlds find themselves caught in a story neither of them meant to write.

What makes dragons strong? It's not their power or magic, but their mind. Arrogance, greed, Iron Will, and the lack of human restraints. What would happen if you threw such a creature into human society? Would they understand humans? What does love even mean to them? This is the situation that our MC, Arad Orion found himself in. A newborn dragon bringing "Might make Right" to the humanoids, but why? Due to an abnormal condition, the mighty void dragons are on the brink of extinction. Their bodies have suddenly started rejecting their kind. Due to that, Arad's mother dropped his egg into a forest where he could hatch safely, leaving him with a fragment of her consciousness and informing him of the condition of their race. From that point, his goal became clear. To save their race by either finding a cure for their condition or going the second route of making more void dragons. But, sadly, nothing is ever that easy. Finding a cure is almost impossible. Arad is still practically a newborn and cannot tap into the terrifying might of his race, and his rarity makes him a prime target for mages and scholars seeking to study the dying race. Dragons are arrogant, proud, and vicious. Yet those feeling extends to those whom they love. You who touched a dragon's love, Retribution is an insult, and life is a crime. Beware as merely existing draws the dragon's wrath. Follow Arad on his journey as he grows from a naive wyrmling to a grown dragon with enough wisdom and power to stand with the strongest of the world. *** If you liked the story, please support it with power stones and comments! The story now has a Discord server. Please visit it to see character art by me and the community. https://discord.gg/CPJXDj6Adg *** You can contact me at Discord at any time Alen_Tanor#1599 And last. Please don't forget to leave a review, it really helps!

The circle held its breath as Damon’s challenge hung in the air, heavy with tension. His voice was light, but his words dripped with provocation. “Xavier, would you rather have the undivided attention of a mysterious person for the rest of the night… or get your dream car?” Xavier’s smirk sharpened, his eyes gleaming with something far more dangerous than amusement. “I choose the first,” he said, his gaze locking onto Kamsi. Her heart stuttered, her pulse quickening under the weight of his stare. Damon’s grin widened. “Then seduce someone here. Fifteen seconds. No touch. No explicit words. Just your charm.” The air grew thick, crackling with anticipation. The room leaned in as Xavier rose slowly, like a predator stalking its prey. His eyes never wavered from Kamsi, who could feel her resolve slipping under his relentless focus. She told herself it was just a game. But the way he moved, the way his presence engulfed her, made her wonder: What happens when a game stops being a game? When Kamsi Chibuike arrived in Washington, D.C., she craved a fresh start—a place where she could blend into the background and escape her past. But blending in was impossible once she crossed paths with Xavier Alastair, the untouchable bully who ruled Washington DC International School with a smirk that promised trouble. Their first encounter left her humiliated, furious… and unforgettable in his eyes. Xavier thrives on power, his sharp tongue and devilish charm keeping everyone at arm’s length. Yet, Kamsi’s defiance sparks something in him—something he can’t ignore. She becomes his favorite target, their clashes more intense with each encounter. But the more they push each other, the more Kamsi senses that beneath Xavier’s cruelty lies something broken, something real. What starts as a battle of wills turns into a dangerous game of attraction, where every insult masks a deeper truth and every glance threatens to ignite something uncontrollable. As Kamsi is drawn into Xavier’s chaotic world, she realizes that he isn’t just the school’s bully—he’s a storm threatening to tear through everything she thought she knew. The Bully’s Redemption is a gripping, tension-filled story of fierce enemies, forbidden desires, and the thin line between hate and passion. In a world where games can become deadly, and redemption seems impossible, Kamsi and Xavier must decide: Will they destroy each other, or will they find salvation in the chaos?

The main character had it all. Power, love, and a world that revolved around him. That’s why Kai was thrilled when he woke up as Axel Lycan, the protagonist of his favorite book, Easy Survival in the Academy. Determined to do his best, Kai quickly realized something was wrong, everyone hated him. Even the heroines, who were destined to love him, wouldn’t give him a second glance. As the main character, he faced endless problems, schemes, betrayals, constant attacks, and insults. With no one willing to stand by his side, he gave up on making friends and focused solely on getting stronger. He pushed his cheat skills to the limit, training relentlessly until all he could feel was numbness. The final calamity was supposed to be fought alongside his classmates, the people who were meant to care about him. Instead, Kai faces it alone and barely survives. As he lies bleeding out on the hard floor, a message appears: [Mission Failed] World Collapse Romance Difficulty Lowered Boss Difficulty Increased Stay on the plot line Now, he was brought back to the first day he was summoned. He was being forced to be nice to the ones who brought him pain, his heart empty and cold. But this time… something’s different. People don’t hate him. They aren’t all kind but were way less cruel to him. Even the heroines don’t shy away from him. Why was it now, when he was broken, that they started to care? 1-2 chapters a day. 800-1000+ words per chapter

There were three rules to working for CEO Karsten Chevalier. First, bring his coffee brimming hot and black like a starless night. Second, park your attitude outside his office door—his broody demeanour has the room covered. Third, never say ‘No’ to whatever he demands. Not even when he asks you to become his fake girlfriend? (Synopsis) Arata's fiance dumped her through a text on the day of their engagement party. The reason? She is too curvy for his taste! He only entertained her because of her prestigious family name. "Do you think men want a fatso like you? You're nothing without your family's name!" A heartbroken Arata sets out on a journey to discover herself without revealing she is the daughter of a billionaire. She moves to another city, away from her beloved family. ‘How dare he insult me? I love my curves and I will show him.’ Arata is not a damsel; her parents have raised her strong, and now it is time to become independent. Her heart is ablaze with newfound goals. One: to see how people will treat her if she acts like an ordinary girl and hides her identity. Two: to bag a bigger fish than her stinking—joke of an ex-fiancé. She will prove that a man will genuinely love her irrespective of her curves and surname! Arata's new life begins as the secretary of Karsten Chevalier, the CEO of a multinational clothing brand who is renowned for his dashing personality and enigmatic persona. Not much is publicly known about this man. Doused in mystery, the man has his own goals and hidden agenda which will topple Arata's world. Unfortunately, Karsten's handsome face becomes a punching bag in Arata's mind because of his ruthlessly demanding personality and ego larger than Mount Everest. Arata eases her frustrations by going to meet Twisted Rider, the currently popular yet mysterious, masked internet sensation. Both tangle under the sheets and he becomes her safe space as she complains and opens up about her boss. "Will you act as my girlfriend?” Karsten's proposal to become a fake girlfriend for his family events surprised Arata! How will Arata juggle the piling demands of her boss, her own heartbreak and the seduction traps of the masked man she loves to watch in her spare time? Will sparks fly between Arata and her colder-than-Arctic ice boss? Or, will she continue to complain to the masked man that her boss probably has a small PP? This is my entry for WSA 2025, please support it with your power stones. The book is a sequel to my previous novel “The CEO of My Dreams Returned To Me.” But it can read as standalone. A special thanks to Author Hansora for the overwhelming support and encouraging me to publish this book and helping me with the book cover. Want to chat or have any questions regarding the book? Find me on Instagram, Facebook and Discord with the same name.

She was never meant to wear the crown. He was never meant to fall. But fate doesn't ask permission. In the kingdom of Velaris — where every rose has thorns and every noble smile hides a blade — Lady Lyra of House Norwyn is thrust into a deadly dance of power, pride, and passion. Duke Kaelrin, cold-hearted and untouchable, dismisses her with a single cruel remark. But when their worlds collide at court, insults turn into challenges… and sparks turn into something far more dangerous. As gossip ignites across gilded halls and war brews behind velvet curtains — Will Lyra guard her heart, or lose it to the man who was never meant to love?

Christian Girard, a former baking prodigy, dies with one regret: never reaching the pinnacle of his craft. Reincarnated in a world of swords and sorcery, he thinks it’s all just a lucid dream. He insults nobles, mocks the patriarch, and opens a bakery. But when his bread begins to emit a divine aura... Everything changes.

「 Do you really understand what being alone means? No, definitely not. Because a lonely person quietly observes.」 In a world where mysterious "Trames (Paths)" govern reality, Kim Honja is a cursed loner. Bearing a hidden power bound by a dark contract, he must find the boundary between reality and fiction before the world is completely swallowed by fiction. "As far back as I can remember, I've always been a loner, a boy who was a bit apart but whom everyone deemed ordinary. When I say I was lonely, I'm not referring to the loneliness that some people might have felt from rejection, insults, or being ignored. I'm talking about true loneliness, a profound solitude in which everything appears dull; you stand alone facing yourself, which is the most terrifying thing." ======================== Original title: 혼자의 시점에서 https://discord.gg/QKbgJ9NkYy Wiki and more: https://hana-publishing.gitbook.io/fool-squid Uploads: Tuesday, Thursday ; (Sunday) at 7 pm | CEST timezone Chapter Length: 1500 - 3000 words

Mira Kim has three goals in life: survive her tyrant boss, avoid emotional entanglements, and one day watch Jeon Jaehyuk aka her boss to trip over his own arrogance. Mira’s job as an executive assistant to Korea’s coldest CEO is already a daily disaster- between impossible deadlines, sarcastic insults, and a boss who seems personally offended by happiness. But when a bizarre late-night incident flips her world upside down, she finds herself entangled in a secret far too ridiculous to believe… yet impossible to ignore. All she wanted was a raise. What she got was absolutely unhinged. Feathers. Fury. Feelings she did not authorize. One thing’s for sure, this is not in her job description. Note: Ladies and gentlemen, the entire story is told from Mira’s unhinged perspective. Buckle up.

My Adorable Little Rascal She tripped. He caught her. And just like that, her quiet school life... exploded. Skylar Trinh only wanted a peaceful new year. But one late morning, one clumsy fall—boom! She crashes (literally) into Julian Jiang, the cold, brilliant top student of her class. She’s sarcastic, street-smart, and hides scars under oversized clothes. He’s distant, perfect on paper, and carries guilt behind his calm mask. Now forced to work together, they clash. A lot. But beneath every insult, every prank, every awkward stare... something begins to shift. Enemies to reluctant allies. Hidden traumas. Slow-burn chaos. And prank wars that might just heal them. A high school story where laughter hides pain, where two broken people might just fix each other—one sarcastic comeback at a time. Who do you think will fall first—Skylar or Julian? Comment your guess—and don’t forget to add to your library! From sarcasm to softness. From pain to healing. This is not your typical school romance!

Being a wolfless hybrid was bad? Yes, but not as bad as being rejected by your groom three days before your wedding, in favor of your younger sister! ~~~ Sue was an outcast from birth, and she grew up stomaching ridicules and insults despite being a princess in starlight pack. Instead of wallowing in self pity, Sue strives for strength and soon becomes a strong fighter. Having been rejected multiple times for being the pack’s freak, Sue was over the moon when she unexpectedly gets accepted by her present mate whom she’s presently engaged to. However, when she’s rejected again, and is replaced by her sister this time, she believes all hope is lost for her, not knowing fate has something else in store for her. In a mission that’s supposed to kill her, she ends up coming across her mate in the monstrous enemy she was sent to capture, and by the end of it all, she discovers said mate has two brothers who’re also her mates, and not only were they willing to accept her, they forcefully took her along with them against her will, making Sue dislike and want nothing to do with them. Too bad they were stupidly hot and utterly breathtaking. Cursed because of the sins of their ancestors— Angelo, Landon and Damon lived as part monsters and part wolves, a deadly curse which would end up taking their lives if they didn't find their fated mate, the key to breaking the curse. Which was why as soon as they found her, there was no way they’d be letting her go, no matter what. Even though she was the daughter of their greatest enemy, even though she was wolfless, and even though she definitely wasn’t the fire breathing, powerful mate that was prophesied for them decades ago. ~~~ | ~~~ “I bet your nipples are hard right now. And are you wet between your legs as well? I should be able to smell it if I focus hard.” he husked out in a sultry voice, the dark eyes of his drinking me up and I wished the ground would open up to swallow me up at once. “N- no…” I managed to hurl out but he only laughed, then he leaned even closer and my heart lurched into my throat after his next words. “Why? You hate hearing the truth?” He demanded then I felt his large hand settle on my thigh. “I can check right now for you, to see if you’re dripping and making a mess of your little panties.” My cheeks felt so red, it felt like they might go up in flames at any moment from now. “A- are you crazy?” I managed after what felt like ages, while gaping at him as an immense amount of shock went through my entire body. He flashed me a dark grin, his fangs gleaming in the moonlight. “Couldn’t you tell?” He drawled and I let out a huff of disbelief. This man wasn’t just crazy. He was mad. Him and his two brothers.

"I DO" → "I DIE." Hours after marrying her longtime crush—icy CEO Nathan Jang—heiress Vanessa Belmont is stabbed, kidnapped, and left to bleed out in a wrecked car. The final insult? Watching Nathan rescue his precious childhood sweetheart (*cough* Vanessa’s killer *cough*) instead of his actual wife. So yeah. Worst. Wedding. Night. EVER. FATE REWINDS Reborn six months before her murder, Vanessa upgrades her life with new rules: * Ditch the doormat era. (Badass mode: activated.) * Live for herself. (And okay, fine—revenge.) * Avoid Nathan like he’s the reason she died. (Oh, wait…) TOO BAD NATHAN 2.0 IS OBSESSED Now he’s everywhere—lingering touches, midnight texts, and panty-melting kisses. Not to mention his hungry gaze—like she’s an all-you-can-eat buffet and he's starving. VANESSA'S SECOND CHANCE PLAN 1. Don’t die. (Again.) 2. Don’t fall for Nathan. (Too late.) 3. Eat more carbs. (Donuts!) As for Nathan? She’ll forgive him when hell freezes over. Or when he takes off his shirt. Whichever comes first. ***|***|***|***|*** ASH CITY BILLIONAIRES Love is the ultimate power play. ***|***|***|***|***

It's simple. A vengeful wildfire of a woman. A tyrant who begs to be burned. When Aria crashes into Kael’s empire, hellbent on making him pay for taking her job away, she’s met not with defiance—but a dare. “You want revenge?” he taunts, voice dripping with dark invitation. “Then ruin me. Take your pound of flesh exactly where it hurts.” His proposition is a trap laced with sin: As expected he calls the shots in his bed, her contempt is his twisted aphrodisiac. “Hate me until your hands shake,” he growls. “But do it on top of me, where I can watch you savor every cut.” Their arrangement is a collision of dominance and delirium. Aria wields her fury like a blade, determined to break him. Kael? He thrives under her wrath, goading her darker, deeper, hungrier. But vengeance turns slippery when every insult she hisses ignites his obsession, and every cold glare melts into bruising kisses. Soon, the bed becomes a battleground—her nails carving victory into his skin, his whispers a serpent’s promise: “Chain me with your rage, darling. I’ll still come back for more." The rules are simple: No mercy. No surrender. But as their games spiral into something ravenous, who’s destroying whom? And when hatred burns this hot, what’s left when the ashes cool?

The air in the secluded passage crackled with a tension that was both palpable and suffocating. Arin, her back pressed against the cold stone wall, watched as Roan stalked towards her, his eyes burning with a mixture of rage and a chillingly possessiveness. It had been months since he had cast her aside, months since his words had shattered her world, yet the memory of his rejection remained as sharp as shattered glass. He had found her alone, a rare moment of solitude in the bustling citadel, and he had seized the opportunity to confront her. Jealousy, a venomous and unfamiliar serpent, coiled within him, fueled by the sight of her arrival alongside Alpha Zayan. Though he would never admit it, the unexpected image of her with anyone, talk more an Alpha gnawed at his pride, a stark reminder of his judgment. "So," he began, his voice a low, menacing growl, "the whore returns." Arin's chin lifted, her eyes flashing with a defiant fire. She refused to cower before him, to allow him the satisfaction of seeing her break. "I came with Alpha Zayan," she corrected, her voice steady, "at his invitation." Roan scoffed, his lips curling into a sneer. "An invitation," he echoed, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "How convenient. I suppose you've been… entertaining him in exchange for his protection?" He stepped closer, his imposing figure casting a long, intimidating shadow over her. "You always were good at selling yourself, weren’t you? First me, then whoever else was willing to take you." He watched her, his eyes filled with a cruel satisfaction, as if he expected her to crumble beneath his insults. He wanted to see her break, to see her reduced to the trembling, humiliated woman he had left behind. But Arin had changed. The pain of his rejection had forged a resilience within her, a strength she never knew she possessed. She had learned to value her own worth, to define herself outside of his judgment. A slow, deliberate smile spread across her lips, a smile that held no warmth, only a chillingly detached amusement. "I would rather be a whore in a cheap bar," she said, her voice laced with a quiet contempt, "than be your whore, King Roan." His eyes widened, a flicker of surprise momentarily breaking through his mask of arrogance. He had expected tears, pleas, perhaps even a desperate attempt to defend her honor. He had not expected defiance.

In the year 2099, humanity stood on the precipice of a new frontier a shimmering threshold that bridged reality and imagination. The dawn of virtual existence was heralded by the rise of “Arcane Crusade,” a game so advanced it blurred the lines between flesh and code, creating an immersive world where dreams could be lived. until the old gods saw this artificial reality to be humanities downfall and a insult to their authority, with their own personal reason the old gods, they made the famous virtual game Real, and synchronized those who were connected toward their game Avatar , thus facing real consequences, rather than just entertaining themselves.

"If fate wants me to suffer, it should have picked someone else!" —Raven. Raven wakes up as the protagonist of his favorite novel. He knows the brutal storyline that makes grown men weep. The original protagonist endured it all, but Raven has no plans to play along. He has a system, but that broken thing has everything locked. He has knowledge of the plot, but no clue what twists the author hid beyond what he read. He has a choice to suffer like before or rewrite everything. The tragic twists? Fuck them The heartbreaking losses? Skip them Pointless sacrifices? Save them No more misery for the sake of character growth. This time, he is writing his own legend and a story worth remembering! ............................................. What you can get from the story: - 1. A good laugh. 2. A harem that isn't braindead. 3. An MC who grows (both physically and mentally) as the story goes. 4. An MC who wants to avoid trouble, no matter what kind it is as he already has a lot of trouble in his life, but that doesn't mean he would smile if you insult him (he ain't a pushover). 5. A plot where every character would feel alive. 6. A plot with no yuri or NTR; those are not my cup of tea. ............................................. Also, if you guys want in on my discord channel, this is the invite link to my discord server: https://discord.gg/9RgqByvQHU

{MATURE— DARK ROMANCE, MENTION OF SA ON AND OFF SCREEN, BULLY, ABUSE} Read the warning before clicking to read, thank you. In a world ruled by wolves, I am the mistake that breathes. Well, my name is Lisa and I’m twenty one years old. I am the girl with no wolf. No rank. No name worth remembering. Just a human girl trapped in a pack that never wanted me. Scrubbing floors, serving tables, surviving insults , I’ve learned to stay invisible. Until the night of the coronation. Until them. Three brothers. Three Alphas. Fated by blood. Feared by all. And somehow, fated… to me? I didn’t ask for the bond. I didn’t ask for the fire in their eyes when they looked at me, or the hate that followed. I was never meant to belong to anyone, much less them. But fate is cruel, and the Moon has secrets she’s just begun to whisper. You think I will still be alive to tell the story

Well, life was a bitch, and Kayden Shawn never knew the true extent of it till he faced his 8th rejection of his so-called masterpiece—a BL manuscript. And as if that wasn't enough, his rival got the contract once again, pushing his cherished book to the mud. Kayden, being enraged, decided to give them his piece of mind, but he didn't foresee waking up into the same rival script— The cringe Cinderella fairytale romance that his hated rival wrote. And what makes it worse was that it was a straight romance. A fucking straight romance. But there was a twist. A scheming fairy godmother was lurking around planning God knows what. And not to mention that he was given an ultimatum: in order to survive, he must seduce the crown prince of the novel—well, Cinderella’s Prince Charming—but it's easier said than done when the bitch kept lurking around. And to mention that the goddamn plot kept coming in his way, ruining things for him. But he wasn't called a master strategist for nothing, and you know the feeling when you want a forbidden fruit—nothing tastes better than it. Yes! Kayden wants it, especially when it's from your fellow man. A supposed straight man. Not to mention that Cinderella is gonna watch as he steals her man under her cute little nose. How great will it be to turn a famous heroine into a villainess and a branded villain into a hero? Who says fairy tales have to end the same way? Even with all these perfect laid out plans, nothing could prepare Kayden for the dark secrets and powers that lurk around the castle, even with the prince waiting to consume him whole. NOTE: Our mc is sassy Highly erotic the MC uses lots of insultive language. Fast burn, I don't do slow burn. face slapping of course. last but not the least we have strong mc, they is nothing I despise more than weak mc.

(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."

They called it a blessing. But for Tithonus, eternal life became an unending curse. Loved by Eos, Goddess of the Dawn, he was granted immortality, but not eternal youth. Time, insulted and unchecked, watched him wither across centuries, a husk of the man he once was, breathing only because the gods demanded it. Until the dawn wept blood. Eos, burdened by the agony she’d caused, drove a god-forged blade through her own heart and into his. And from her sacrifice, he was born anew. Not as a man. Not as a god. But as something in between. Now, in a world that has forgotten him, under skies where dawn no longer rises, Tithonus walks again, young, whole, and burning with the memory of love and loss. The gods thought time had claimed him. But Time has debts. And Tithonus has begun to collect

On the day of her wedding to her childhood sweetheart, Natalie Ford received an unexpected gift: a marriage certificate. It stated that she was already married to a complete stranger—Aiden Handrix. While the wedding guests continued to mock and insult her, her lover Ivan decided to dump her, choosing to marry her half-sister Briena instead. To add insult to injury, she was thrown out of her home. To prove her innocence, Natalie Ford could only take one course of action - she had to find this mysterious Aiden Handrix and get to the bottom of this! The next day, there was news trending on the TV. Justin Harper, the heir of the richest family in the Bayford was returning home. Natalie’s eyes narrowed at the TV screen. ‘Why does this man look exactly like the man in the picture of my wedding certificate?’ In the quest of uncovering the mystery behind her said marriage, she decided to follow him and ask personally. “Are you married?” “No.” “Do you have a twin brother?” “No?” “By chance you heard the name Aiden Handrix?” “No.” “Then, who the hell are you?’ “Your brother.” “Wait, what?” “Yes. Now pack your bags and come home with me.” First got a husband out of the blue and now a brother with the same face? Was god creating clones and offering them to her with different relationships?

"THIS NOVEL IS A NOVEL MADE 20 YEARS AGO, AND IT'S ONLY FOR YOU SAVAGE CREATURES, DOUBLE-STANDARDS, AND SELF-CENTERED ASSHOLES WHO LOVE TO TEAR PEOPLE DOWN AND HAVE NO SHAME, INCLUDING BEING COMPLETELY CLUELESS!! OTHER PEOPLE, WHEN THEIR NOVELS ARE BAD OR CONFUSING, THEY GET HELP, BUT ME, I JUST GET INSULTED, MOCKED, AND CURSED AT!! AND FOR THOSE WHO SAY MY NOVEL IS LIKE A KID'S WORK AND SCOFF AT IT, HERE! EAT THIS NOVEL YOU CONSIDER 'ADULT READING'!! I WRITE FANFICTION AND LIGHT NOVELS AND I'M CALLED CHILDISH?! WHY DON'T YOU CURSE ALL NOVEL WRITERS WHOSE STORIES ARE CHILDISH WHILE YOU'RE AT IT, JUST TO BE FAIR?!" Note : This novel is a dating simulator-style visual novel that I developed 20 years ago for a VN game project that unfortunately never saw the light of day. The plot is a bit of a mess since it's two decades old, and I'm rather disinclined to either fix or further develop it. Bahasa Indonesia Version : https://www.webnovel.com/book/32842327400537505 Mr. Bushido: The Cold-Hearted Disciplinarian Since childhood, Hayabusa was known as a crybaby and a coward. However, 15 years forged in a strict Kyoto school that taught the principles of Bushido—a unique combination of Yakuza and military academy—transformed him completely. Now, he is "Mr. Bushido," a tough young man with iron discipline, a master of unarmed combat, and proficient in using various weapons. Returning to his normal life in 1st grade high school, Hayabusa is no longer the same. Paired with Ken, the sharp-shooting "Mr. Gunslinger," they become a feared and respected duo enforcing school discipline. From quelling brutal brawls, eliminating school bullies, to protecting friends from dangerous criminal threats like the "Twin Blade" gang, no problem is too big for them. However, behind the cold and tough image of "Mr. Bushido," lies a wounded heart and a dark past that makes it difficult for him to smile or laugh. Can the friends around him—including the mysterious Nanaka, the caring Otome, the secretly unique Akane, the cheerful Emily, and even the charismatic Shizuka-sensei—melt his frozen heart? Discover: * Thrilling Action: Intense battles, dangerous missions, and clever strategies against school enemies and the underworld. * Unexpected Bromance: The hilarious and solid dynamic between Hayabusa and Ken, who complement each other perfectly. * Sweet Romance Touches: Awkward and adorable moments as Hayabusa interacts with the girls around him, fostering unexpected seeds of love. Choose your route and witness how Mr. Bushido finds true love: * Nanaka Route: Unraveling the mystery behind Nanaka's enigmatic smile and breaking through the walls she has built. Will her secrets bring them closer or push them apart? * Otome Route: Witnessing Otome denying her own feelings, even pushing Hayabusa towards other girls, until Hayabusa finally realizes that Otome is the only one he truly desires, far more than just a 'sister'. Can their sincere love overcome doubt and insecurity? * Akane Route: Solving the riddle of Akane's dual identity and helping her find balance between her two sides, while building a unique romantic bridge. * Emily Route: Overcoming cultural and background differences, finding happiness in Emily's cheerfulness, and facing challenges together. * Shizuka-sensei Route: Exploring a forbidden yet passionate student-teacher relationship, confronting social norms, and finding happiness in a daring love. * Mystery and Intrigue: Unveiling the secrets behind criminal organizations and Hayabusa's dark past.

Wu Feng was just a failed livestreamer with a sharp tongue and no filter—until he died mid-rant and reincarnated into a cultivation world as a “spirit-rootless trash orphan.” But instead of cultivating the Dao, he cultivates disrespect. Bound to the Petty System, Wu Feng gains power by humiliating hypocrites, roasting arrogant disciples, and dismantling centuries-old traditions—publicly. Armed with illusions, verbal kung fu, trolling combat arts, and a complete immunity to shame, he climbs the ladder of power by becoming the most disrespected man in the realms. While others ascend through pills and enlightenment, Wu Feng rises through poetic insults, sabotage, and theatrical revenge. The path of the Petty Sovereign has begun—and no one’s reputation is safe.

When medical student Lior Atheria desperately needs money for her mother's cancer treatment, she never expected salvation to come from the arrogant billionaire she insulted at a coffee shop. Lucien Pembroke owns half the city and controls a multi-billion dollar empire, but he can't complete the most important merger of his career without a wife. The solution? A contract marriage with the defiant little woman who dared to call him "unnecessarily complicated." But Lucien's world is darker than Lior ever imagined. Family secrets, dangerous enemies, and a past betrayal that shaped him into the ruthless man he is today. When their fake marriage puts her in the crosshairs of his enemies, Lucien will do anything to protect what's his. Even if it means keeping her captive in his penthouse prison. Warning: Contains mature content (18+)

"His girlfriend died three years ago. So why is she standing at his door?" A monster who craves warmth. A comically suicidal guy who’s suspiciously good at disposing of bodies. And a dystopian world where death is basically part of the interior design. This is a horror-romance slice-of-death story about a man and the monster pretending to be his girlfriend who may or may not love him back. No plot roadmap. Just emotional outbursts and murder. Updates when my brain permits. It’s my first work, so I’m posting it here for tips, feedback, and the occasional concerned DM. All insults on my professionalism are accepted and encouraged. Also, try seaweed and apple cider. It slaps. You’ll either thank me, or fight God for making you allergic to this masterpiece after being sent to heaven. But either way, it's worth it. Anyway, back to the novel: I dropped it. I gave up on webnovels. It's too hard. My tiny overthinking 14-year old mind cannot handle this. And I just suck at writing. I'll come back if I'm better.

This is a tale of ruthless ambition, cunning strategy, and relentless struggle. From a powerless orphan to a baron, from the weakest barony to the mightiest in the realm—this is the rise of a man who would stop at nothing to carve out his legacy. Abandoned and forgotten, he started with nothing—no name, no allies, and no hope. But what he lacked in privilege, he made up for in will. Each slight was remembered, each insult repaid. With every move, he clawed his way upward—not through brute strength, but through sheer intellect, manipulation, and brutal efficiency. In a world ruled by bloodlines and blades, where loyalty is bought and peace is a lie, he turned enemies into pawns, allies into weapons, and rivals into stepping stones. Where others saw tradition, he saw weakness. Where others hesitated, he struck. And as the banners of ancient houses burned and kings trembled in their thrones, one name rose above all—his.

#Rated 18-Mature Themes Violet’s life was never her own—her father’s crushing debt made sure of that. But when the debt collector kidnaps her as payment, she takes a desperate deal: become a servant and spy on the mysterious and tyrannical Lord Cain, the ruler of her Werewolf district. There’s just one catch: Lord Cain only permits male servants in his house. Disguised as a boy, Violet cuts her hair, flattens her chest, and dons a voice-altering band to pull off the deception. Everything goes according to plan—until Cain, a man known for his cold personality starts to take a peculiar interest in her. Violet’s disguise becomes a prison as she battles her own growing attraction to him. But this is no love story. Cain’s obsession to her is dangerous. Beneath his icy gaze lies a mind fractured by years of affliction by a curse. A curse made by Violet's biological mother: A powerful witch. ************* "TAKE IT OFF!" Violet’s knees nearly buckled at the thunderous command, her chest tightening with panic. The raw anger in Cain’s voice was as sharp as a blade. "My lord! I-I’m a man!" she stammered, gripping her shirt tightly, her fingers trembling as they clung to the fabric. "I don't like other men!" she cried, a desperate plea in her voice since the second she took her shirt off and he discovered that she was a woman was the moment she died. Painfully. Cain’s glare was unyielding, his voice dropping into a growl. "Don’t insult me, You think I do. You kissed me!" Her breath hitched as he stepped closer, his presence suffocating. "If you don’t take it off," he said, his tone low and dangerous, "I’ll rip it off myself." Violet’s mind raced, panic threatening to overwhelm her. She couldn’t let him find out—he’d kill her. Painfully. Glancing away to avoid his gaze when she caught the undeniable bulge in his trousers. Heat flushed her face, her thoughts spinning in desperation at the only idea she could think of to make him back off. 'This has to work. It has to…’