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Love At Night Drama Sub Indo

NEMESIS: HATE AT FIRST LOVE.

Harro, the 25-year-old scion of a business empire, was a paragon of perfection. His chiseled features and piercing blue eyes made him look like a celestial being, earning him the nickname "Angel." His charming personality, honed from years of navigating high-society circles, had a mesmerizing effect on everyone he met. People were drawn to him like moths to a flame, helpless to resist his captivating smile and effortless charm. But one man remained immune to Harro's allure: Orion Alexander Stone, a ruthless and cunning business rival. With a name that evoked the mythological hunter, Orion was a force to be reckoned with. His piercing gaze and chiseled jawline made him look like a granite statue, impervious to emotions. He saw Harro as nothing more than a pampered, entitled rich kid playing at being a businessman. Fate, however, had other plans. When Harro and Orion met, the air was electric with tension. Despite their differences, they found themselves inexplicably drawn to each other, their mutual attraction growing stronger with each passing moment. It was as if the universe had conspired to bring them together, igniting a passion that neither could ignore. But their love story took a dramatic turn when Harro was involved in a freak accident, erasing his memories of Orion. The man he loved was now a stranger, and Harro was left with a gaping hole in his heart. Orion, determined to win Harro back, set out to rekindle their romance, but the odds were stacked against them. Would they be able to rekindle their love, or would their relationship remain forever lost in the annals of memory?
Eny_Williams · 24K Views

Reincarnated as the Sub Heroine’s Brother

When Aleister wakes up in the body of Leonis Von Vain, the estranged older brother of a minor heroine in a novel he once read, he immediately realizes he’s in trouble. The novel, Chronicles of the Arcane Blade, followed a commoner protagonist who entered an elite academy and built a harem while growing into a powerful swordsman and mage. It was an enjoyable read, except for the fact that the protagonist was too naive, making countless mistakes along the way. But the real problem? Leonis was only briefly mentioned in the original story. A forgotten character with a tragic fate, he was once a prodigy who was expected to be the heir of the Von Vain family, only for him to get Black Magic which is considered to be a curse and forbidden, Leonis was branded as a dangerous outcast, disowned by his noble family, and later killed off-screen. Meanwhile, his younger sister, Selene Von Vain, possessed a rare affinity for spirit contracts but had a strained relationship with her entire family, including Leonis. However, fate gives him an advantage he had transmigrated years before the main plot begins. Armed with knowledge of the story’s future events, Leonis refuses to meet his doomed fate. If the world sees him as a villain for wielding Black Magic, then so be it. He’ll carve his own path, strengthen himself before the protagonist’s rise, and ensure his sister does not suffer the same neglect and isolation. As he delves deeper into his newfound abilities, Leonis soon realizes that his magic is far more powerful than the world believes and that his very existence might change the story’s course entirely. But with powerful factions watching his every move, spirits drawn to his presence, and the protagonist’s harem members showing unexpected interest in him… can he truly escape the shadow of fate? One thing is certain—this time, the forgotten brother will not be cast aside.
OathUnderTheStar · 207 Views

Stuck In My Drama Fantasy

She stared at the shimmering stream, her vision blurred by the relentless flow of tears. Her chest ached, my frustration bubbling over. "You wouldn't understand!" Ginny shouted, her voice cracking under the weight of her pain. "I don’t want to." His voice was sharp, cutting through the night like a blade. She whipped around, glaring at him. Rude jerk. Ginny let out a bitter hiss, hugging her arms around myself. "I hate my life." He said nothing. That silence only made it worse. She scoffed. "Of course, you wouldn’t say anything. My life was never perfect, but now... now it can never be." "It doesn’t need to be." His voice was calmer this time, steady. I turned to him, my lip trembling. "Why not? Everyone else gets to be happy. Why can’t I?" His dark eyes softened as he exhaled. "I’m not happy. And I’m far from perfect. We’re just two imperfect people existing in the same timeline." Somehow, his words reached her, settling deep in her heart. She sniffled, forcing a shaky laugh. "Trust me, we’re not even in the same timeline to begin with." His gaze locked onto hers, unwavering, as if he saw straight through her. Ignoring her words, he stepped closer. "It’s okay." His voice was almost a whisper. "We can be two imperfect beings in this imperfect world, making imperfect choices." His hand brushed against mine—warm, grounding. "But," he continued, "the most perfect life has been is the time spent with you." Her breath hitched. Her heart stilled. Ginny blinked up at him, stunned. 'Shit.' She hissed under my breath, looking away. "What the hell am I supposed to do with that.. information?" *** Ginny was just an ordinary woman—until she woke up in a historical Korean setting as the infamous villainess doomed to a tragic fate. Trapped in a world of palace intrigue, power struggles, and an infuriatingly handsome yet equally frustrating man, she must navigate her way through a story that was never meant to have a happy ending. But Ginny refuses to let fate dictate her life. If the script says she’s the villain, then she’ll rewrite her role—one dramatic scene at a time.
Brenda_0708 · 2.1K Views

He Comes At Night

Rose stood defiantly, eyes locked onto his golden ones as she lifted the hem of her small top, exposing the smooth expanse of her stomach before peeling the fabric over her head. The red glittering bra shimmering under moonlight as if made for this very moment. She ignored the tremor of anticipation curling in her gut. None of that mattered. Not even the reckless haze of drugs clouding her thoughts. Tonight, she was in control. This was a mission. A mission to keep his attention solely on her so could save her friend from his curse. Her fingers hooked into the waistband of her shorts, her breath steadying when she saw him go rigid. Shoulders squared. Posture tensed. Not in fear. Not in disgust. But in something far sinister. His Interest. “Yes… feast your depraved little eyes and filthy mind on this,” she whispered, smirking as the shorts fell away, pooling at her ankles. The silky red thong clung to her hips, the moonlight accentuating every curve of her body. She flicked the discarded clothing aside, shifting her weight slightly as she let her nightly visitor drink in the sight of her naked glory. His posture no longer that of boredom. Good. That was exactly what she wanted. More like, what intoxicated, irrational Rose wanted. She twirled, giving him a deliberate view, rolling her hips just enough to torment. “Since you’ve made my life a living hell, I might as well return the favor.” She cast a wicked smile over her shoulder. “Consider this my gift to you—one you’ll never get to touch.” By the time she turned back, her stomach plummeted. He had moved. No longer a distant silhouette in the meadow—he now stood at the edge of her patio. Much closer and so much real. The thrill that had fueled her was fading slowly. Had she just made a mistake playing this game with her stalker? Swallowing hard, she lowered herself onto the chair, parting her bare legs wide and letting the wooden cross dangle before her barely covered cherry, in a taunt. A silent challenge. His fingers curled around the wooden rail, veins standing taut against the black ink of his tattoos. His chest rose and fell, controlled but heavier, as though restraining something barely contained beneath his skin. "Want a taste, my dear stalker?" Rose whispers She had him pinned. Or so she thought. Her shadowy visitor moves. Slow, deliberate steps leading closer. Panic slammed into her. No. Rose bolted upright, pressing the cross against the glass door separating them. “Stay back!” Her voice wavered a bit. “I swear, I’ll burn your stalking ass right where you stand!” He stilled. A beat of silence. Then— A low, quiet chuckle rumbled through the night air, reaching her ears like smoke. Deep and Dark. Her stomach twisted. The sound was foreign, yet eerily familiar. As if she had always known this was how he would sound. His hands rose in mock surrender, his hooded head tilting slightly, as if entertained by her little performance. Then, as effortlessly as he had closed the distance, he stepped back. Rose’s breath fastened. She was playing with fire, willingly, by provoking the one who comes out at night and remain in shadows. And he was enjoying it.   == In the embrace of her ancestral town, Rose seeks refuge from the echoes of her past. Little does she know, her return to her roots will awaken dormant shadows, shattering ordinary her existence. For when the darkness falls over the town, from the pitch black rises a shadowy figure that haunt her nights. In the darkness he sweeps her off the ground in terrible fear and the allure of sinister intrigue. And once the sun comes, a man with a god awful attitude, haunts her in the broad day light. Causing her to swell with pure disdain. With each passing night, it draws closer to Rose, casting a chilling spell that both terrifies and exhilarates her. Thrust into a labyrinth of mysteries can she navigate the treacherous path laid before her, or will her nightly visitor consume her whole?
AkumaQuil · 37.3K Views

NIGHT CRYSTAL

"They… are coming," the stranger said, his fear palpable. But it wasn’t the fear of dying—it was the fear of me dying. "GET... out of here! They will kill you! Everything you know will be defiled if you encounter them. My kind is... merciless to humans." What was he saying? I was confused. "I don’t understand what you mean, sir. What are you saying?" I asked, my curiosity growing, as if my life depended on it. "I don’t have much time," he murmured weakly. "You have a brave heart... What you knew before will be different now. I hope this works..." The stranger smiled at me, though it was faint and filled with pain. "Your destiny now is to find her and protect her. Come closer... I want to change your fate, the one you’ve always desired. Come closer," he said, his words barely coherent as the sound of footsteps grew louder and closer. His skin began to fade—this wasn’t something that happens to a normal human. Who was this man? He looked at me one last time, then dragged my head closer to his mouth, revealing his teeth. Wait... is that... is that......?! **** In the era of power struggle between gods and demons. When the vampires were seen to be the next strongest species after them. 7 daughters of the vampire god, 7 protectors of these girls who possess different keys to power and evolution. Thing takes a sharp turn when a human is being dragged into the whole realm of war and madness, human at first but in the nearest future, becomes someone who shouldn't be tapered with. Imagine a novice who would become the master of all game and trade...
big_cat_paw_print · 402 Views

Waitress in the day, Vampire at night

*Excerpt* "Argh..." Ellie forced herself to stop moving, and she pushed the man dragging her away by her arm with all the strenght she could muster. "Aren't you listening to me? He's only a child. Please." she pleaded. The man was as solid as a concrete wall, and although he barely moved a step away despite the force she used in pushing him, her actions seemed to have made him stop dragging her. Or maybe not. Because the next second, she heard the sound of the sole of a shoe hit the ground, then another, and another... Turning around in apprehension, she realized the painter had finally turned from his painting and was walking toward her. Her bones froze instantly. His face... She had no words to describe how beautiful he was, even though his skin was almost white. His dark brown hair fell over his forehead, almost covering his dangerously cold dark grey eyes. His steps were slow and majestic, making him look like a top ranked demon walking out of hell with just one agenda — to end her miserable life. He reeked of bloodlust, and the aura around him radiated death and destruction. The hairs on her skin stood up in reaction to the threat approaching her, and knowing she couldn't outrun him, she fell on her knees. "P-please, I-im s-sorry for disturbing you a-and pushing him. My brother is only a child. He's sick and I'm the only one he has. If you must imprison me, then I beg you to at least take him to an orphanage." Ellie pleaded, stuttering for the first time in her life, her eyes fixed on the floor. A moment later, she felt a cold finger touch her chin, pushing her head. When that was done, he took off her mask, exposing her face. Ellie's heart was beating wildly by this time. There was no trace of warmth, neither did any emotion register on his face upon seeing her complete facial features. It was just plain, cold, blankness. "You are in no position to make demands." His lips finally moved, and the words that came out of his mouth crushed Ellie's heart. "It's not a demand. Just a request. I don't want him to die." She persisted. "What makes you think I would grant such a request?" "Because it's the right thing to do." Ellie gave the obvious answer, but his face twisted like she just spit poison at him. "Do I look like someone who gives a fuck about doing the right thing?" "No!" Ellie answered truthfully. "I'm sorry. I made a mistake. Saving my brother is not the right thing. It is the wrong thing. In fact, I can assure you it is the wrongest thing to do." She made a quick U-turn, and the painter's brows flew up in surprise for just a second, before his next order jumped out of his mouth. "Take her away." *** Life dealt Ellie Sander a cruel blow when her parents suddenly died in a car crash, leaving her to cater for her five year old anaemic brother, whose ability to walk was affected by the same crash. With no money, no stable job, and no help coming from anywhere, she was forced to take advantage of the insecurity in their town to fend for herself and her brother. Being a waitress in the day and a fake Vampire at night, she raised enough money and all went well until one night when she met with the real vampire, and her freedom was taken away.
Veekee_Lee · 139K Views

Love at Side

Kim Na Ri and Han Chae Soo were inseparable, their bond forged over years of being neighbors and the shared laughter of their families. For as long as she could remember, Chae Soo was her constant—a protector, a confidant, and perhaps something more. But everything changed seven months ago, when a tragic accident left Na Ri scarred, not just physically but emotionally. Since then, Chae Soo has been pulling away, his once-warm gaze now cold, his presence a ghost of what it used to be. Enter Lee Yul, the enigmatic new guy with an easy smile and a heart seemingly too kind for this world. Unlike Chae Soo, Yul doesn’t flinch at Na Ri’s scars—he embraces her for who she is, becoming the friend and comfort she didn’t know she needed. But his arrival stirs something in Chae Soo, something he’s kept buried beneath the walls he’s built around himself. As Na Ri tries to navigate the confusing distance from Chae Soo and the blossoming connection with Yul, secrets begin to unravel—secrets that might explain why Chae Soo is so determined to keep her at arm’s length. Is it guilt? Fear? Or something deeper, something he’s too afraid to admit even to himself? In this tale of love, friendship, and hidden truths, "Love At Side" invites you to uncover the reasons behind Chae Soo’s silence and the role Lee Yul plays in Na Ri’s life. Sometimes, the person you’re meant to be with is the one who pushes you away—and the one who stays might not be as perfect as they seem.
Sia_Reeves · 2.1K Views
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