Lightly Thesaurus

An official who reaches the level of lifting a heavy object lightly, turning stones into gold, and being extraordinary is called an official god. Seeing the world with discerning eyes, being an official is like a god. Let's see how Song Guanchao rose step by step to become a high-ranking official

Melanie Collins was the perfect wife—caring, strong, and dependable. For the last few years, she had managed her husband’s messy family, and business alone while waiting for her husband to return from studying abroad. But when he finally came back, Melanie’s world fell apart—he wasn’t alone. Along with him was his 'best' friend. Broken and confused about the change in her husband, Melanie didn’t know where to turn. And then she stumbled into another cold reality. Everything she had believed was a lie. Seething with anger and humiliation, as she tried to come to terms with the betrayal, an unexpected person steps into the picture, intent on seducing her and conquering her. The only problem? The man was her ex brother in law... And against her better judgment, she is attracted to this bad boy... But as Melanie tried to make sense of the changes, she discovered there was more going on than she ever imagined. Had both brothers loved really fallen in love with her? Or was she just a pawn in a bigger game? excerpt Since he had already been leaning against the table, he simply slid onto it, and with one swift motion, he hooked his boot around the leg of her chair and pulled it—pulled her—closer.The sudden movement made her jolt slightly, and when she looked up or rather when she looked ahead, she found herself staring directly at the zipper of his jeans... She looked up then and met his gaze. He caught her chin," Would you like to check if I am only pretending, sweet melon?"Melanie stiffened. And then pushed back her chair suddenly, so that Adam almost lost his balance, as she stood up. Before he could balance himself, she placed her hand on his shoulder, her fingers brushing against his neck.  Adam stiffened, his eyes glittering as he waited to see what she would do next. And she, of course surprised him as her other hand, slowly settled on the inside of his thigh. And then, the hand on his shoulder started to move. Her fingers tracing the side of his neck before lifting as she shot a glance to the corner of his mouth. The little piece of metal glinting there. She flicked at it lightly, barely a touch, but Adam could feel the heat all over his body, as she leaned in close, her lips barely a few centimetres away...so that they could both feel each other's breaths… She smiled slowly then. "Careful, Adam," she murmured, her voice playful, but carrying the unmistakable edge of a challenge. "Keep pushing, and I just might call your bluff."

The path of a demon lord is not one to tread lightly when the very world you turn against you. Very few could walk this road without losing their way. On Ryuji’s first day, he and his class get summoned to another world. The moment he arrives the entire class is given power from the goddess of light, Lumina. However, the calamity star appears affixed to Ryuji, and he faces a dangerous and unknown future. The red star's existence warned of the rise of a demon king and the coming chaos to the world. In order to survive and fight against this fate, he gained the class [Berserker] a tool for him to survive in this world. Despite a warm welcome, the obvious happens, and the king asks them to aid them against their enemy, the current Demon Queen. However, the kingdom is keeping something secret from the heroes. With a beautiful fox maid, Ryuji lives his life without constraints. If he wants to help, he helps. If not, he won’t. Armed with a colossal axe, Ryuji revels in the thrill of battle, relishing the opportunity to crush his enemies, regardless of their size! “Tell me. Why do you attack the demons without reason if you desire peace?” ----- BATTLE JUNKIE PROTAGONIST LEVEL SYSTEM WEAK -> STRONG HAREM BEAST GIRLS DEMI GIRLS MONSTER GIRLS NO YURI NO NTR -----

Crown Prince Ian Stromridge has just returned from battle, hailed as a hero, greeted with people's adoration and blessings but he brings home a beautiful woman, though he's already married leaving everybody completed nonplussed. His wife, Princess Angelica Stromridge wed him for convenience before he left for war. Their marriage lacked affection and was rife with misunderstandings from the start. From name-calling to accidental letters leading to further misconception. During his absence, Angelica played the dutiful wife, sacrificing to maintain the household, being the lovely princess and wonderful daughter in law, only to face his return with another woman whom the entire kingdom agreed was more beautiful than she was! Will she divorce or fight for his love, a love that clearly never existed in the first place? Will she clear the misunderstandings and surmount the obstacles or will it be a post-marriage love story or an ex-wife tale full of regret? Excerpt |||| "My princess..." called a maid, knocking on the door her hand trembling. "Come in." replied Angelica as the door opened hearing footsteps approaching. "What are you doing here? I gave stern orders for no one to disturb me for the entirety of the day." her austere voice rang out. "I... I know my princess... please forgive me... I... I did not mean to disturb you but... this is something very important." "Let's have it then." replied Angelica closing the book she had been reading as she laid eyes on the maid. The maid gulped, the fear evident in her eyes, she did not know how Angelica would react to the severely bad news she had brought with her, however, one thing was sure, Angelica would not react lightly at all. "My... m...y prince...ss the..." said the maid, causing Angelica to sigh in annoyance, rolling her eyes, she had better things to do than sit here listening to the maid's mumbling. "Yes, say it." said Angelica giving the maid a hand. "My princess, the crowned prince has returned." said the maid. "Oh... well that's nice... I guess I will see him later, or better yet tomorrow. There is no rush, I am sure he is swarmed by crowds at the moment." replied Angelica lazily, she really had no intention of moving from this spot. "But my princess... ther— " "Oh, you're right, it would be unacceptable if I did not come out to greet him, rumours would certainly ensue and the kingdom would be in serious hysteria as they always are." replied Angelica annoyed. "Yes, you are right, I should go and welcome him back home." said Angelica as she stood up and yawned. "My princess... that is not all, there is something else..." said the maid. "And what is that?" asked Angelica as the maid's eyes darted around the room, she did not know what to do, or how best to put this. "My princess... the... the crowned prince has truly returned but..." said the maid with a prolonged pause. "But what?" asked Angelica, her senses tingling, she had a inking that there was something wrong from the maid's strange behaviour. "But his highness..." paused the maid. "Out with it now!" said Angelica sternly. "His highness has returned with a strange woman and the rumours claim that she is his new wife!" spat out the maid as Angelica suddenly felt lightheaded and she fell back down on the chair. "My princess!" cried the maid as she rushed to her. "This is some sort of farce." said Angelica as the maid proceeded quickly to fan her with a cloth. "No my princess... it is true." replied the maid. "This is impossible. Ian must be mad, I am going to see this display of stupidity for myself!" said Angelica hotly, quickly rising up and storming out of the room as the poor maid followed behind her. ||||

After the divorce, Gao Jun discovered that the persona of the wealthy single lady had collapsed. "Madam, please stop confessing your feelings to me," he said. "You know I'm not someone who takes things lightly."

"Are you not scared it might be poisoned?" Abrielle's asked Cedric who drank the wine without hesitation. Cedric leaned closer to her with his head crooked on her neck, his warm intoxicating breath trickling on her skin. His hoarse voice came out lightly. "If the poison is given by my wife, I will drink it without hesitation. It will be an honour to die in your hands." Abrielle's mouth fell agape, stunned by his words. What was wrong with his head? Cedric then bit the tip of her ear to distract her from her thoughts. "Now I have done your bidding, dear wife; it is time you do mine. How about we get rid of this restriction on your body?" Abrielle's face flushed red. This sly scum. She could not wait to kill him. **** Being transmigrated to your favourite novel would be anyone's dream, well, except for Hazel. Hazel, a world-class writer, was transmigrated into her book, "The Dragons and the priestess." after she died in an unfortunate accident a day before her first date with her long-time crush. She was already cussing her luck until she was hit by a double tragedy. Hazel was now Abrielle, the Villainess of the novel, who was destined to die at her husband's hand, Prince Cedric. Struck with this tragedy, Abrielle attempted to escape the border before her wedding but failed miserably. Forced to marry the heartless first prince of Darconia in a marriage that could only be broken with death as the escape, Abrielle came up with another plan."A hundred ways to kill her husband." Abrielle, who finds herself in the middle of the messed up plot of her novel, tries to navigate this world by trying several methods to kill her husband because she refuses to die by her creation's hand. But why does, despite multiple attempts of trying to kill this heartless prince, he refuse to die and just keeps on bothering Abrielle? He should be interested in the female lead and not the villainess! Why don't you join this epic journey and see how Abrielle's and Cedric's story unfold? Would she be able to escape her fate? ***** Note: Abrielle's story starts from the pre-sequel of her actual book The Dragons and the priestess where she discovers how different this world is from her actual book. She tries to navigate the unknown from a disadvantaged stand as a weak talentless noble lady before the actual plot starts

*This is the spiritual successor to Shadows Before Dawn! Where does love go to die? Is it ever the right time to break someone's heart? Why doesn't true beauty recognize itself? How long does it take to heal after everything falls apart? Journey back into the depths of my mind and emotions. But please...tread lightly. Fox & Faux will be saddening, maddening, joyful, and cathartic all in one. Are you ready? Are you Fox or Faux?

A Tall Tale I wrote for an English assignment in third grade (I think?). Not my best work but I still like the concept; so I have now very lightly edited it to be, at minimum, readable.

"Shhhh," he cut me off, his palms spreading on the revealed skin of my abdomen. His index fingers made their way into the waistband of my sweatpants as he pressed his front closer to my behind. "Don't shush m-" I tried to argue. "I said so," he stated, his tone going deeper as his hand went lower, this time to the waistband of my panties. I couldn't control my breathing anymore, more so as his teeth lightly grazed my neck. "So you better obey." ^^^^^^^ They say "A night in Vegas can change your life." Rachel didn't think this saying would apply to her. Well that was until she opened the door of her hotel room after a crazy night out. As a marriage certificate is shoved in her face, she notices a glistening diamond on her ring finger. The piece of paper turns out to be legit as stated by the lawyer who presented it. What's more shocking is that her said husband is Lorenzo Caden Peters, one of the best actors in the world and soon to be CEO of the biggest textile company around the globe. How would their life turn out?

My lips were tightly shut. My expression—blank. As if I didn’t understand the meaning behind his gaze, now sharper than ever. His fingers traced slowly along my jawline. The motion was calm. Measured. Too careful to be called affectionate. “So naive,” he whispered, barely audible. “Your breath... unchanged. Even your heartbeat is steady.” He leaned in. His lips brushed the skin beneath my ear—warm, but not seductive. A mere distraction. “These eyes... don’t lie. But they’re not completely honest either, are they?” His left hand slid to my back, tracing down my shoulder blades, then lower—to my waist. And stopped. Still. As if checking something. “Do you realize...” he continued, his voice soft yet piercing, “...of all the people who’ve seen my darkest side... you’re the only one who didn’t run.” I stayed silent. Just blinked once more, then gave a faint smile. “And why would I run?” My voice was light. Playful. I even let out a small laugh, more like a sigh. He didn’t laugh back. His gaze remained deep. His hand still touched my cheek—cold, scented with metal and leather. And then I... ...smiled. Genuinely. I leaned up slightly, raised his face gently with both hands, and kissed his cheek. The kiss left no mark, just a soft sound: chu — sweet, innocent. Almost like a child trying to show love. “Oh! You must be tired,” I said lightly. “I only made fish soup tonight, but the cuts are... kind of a mess.” I tugged gently at the hem of his shirt—playful, affectionate. Pulling him to hover directly over me. I slowly lay back on the bed, though my feet still touched the floor. My gaze never left him—looking up from the most vulnerable position. “But don’t ask why the cuts turned out so ugly,” I added with a small giggle. “Because earlier, the knife—” “The knife?” He interrupted. Flat voice. I nodded slowly, my eyes still bright. “Yeah, it’s so heavy! Where did you even buy it? Sharp, scary... but cool. Like... the kind used by a serial killer! Hehe~” For a few seconds, his expression shifted. Not angry. Not bothered. But... something changed. As if his mind had just collided with a memory that should’ve stayed locked away. Then, still calm, he said: “Don’t use that knife again. You could get hurt.” His fingers slipped into my hair—gentle, yet cold. “Tomorrow, I’ll give you a new one. Something that suits your hands better.” Then his lips lowered again. To my neck. At first, it tickled. But it quickly turned into something deeper than clumsy affection. Our breathing grew uneven. His body pressed heavily over mine, making the bed creak with every move.

Title:섭우춘빙 (Seop Woo Chun Bing) Author: 밤꾀꼬리 Description: *Clang!* The mask split in half, revealing a face so extraordinary it seemed almost otherworldly. Skin as pale as if it would smudge with the slightest touch, a sharp and elegant nose, perfectly shaped lips. Every feature was as refined as if sculpted by a master artisan, untouched by the passage of time. Once jet-black like the night, the hair had turned as white as the snow-capped mountains of the northern lands. It was still beautiful, but a fragile, ethereal quality had been added, as if the figure might scatter and dissolve into the air at any moment. As the mask fell away, revealing eyes beneath fluttering, slow-blinking lashes, they shone like polished black onyx—noble and luminous. It was a visage so close to a work of art that it seemed a pity only Ye Kang-oh and the sun bore witness to it. However, in the presence of this breathtakingly handsome man, Ye Kang-oh’s expression began to crumble. There was no way he couldn’t recognize that face. Not because it was a beauty that could rival even Song-ok or Ban-ak, but because it belonged to someone who had once been Kang-oh’s protector. "Is it you?" Ye Kang-oh, the youngest disciple of the Black Sky Lord, stood before the man he had once revered and adored. Dan Woo-hyo, the Lord of White Virtue Palace, whom the martial world believed to be missing, was there. "Has it really been you all along?" ------------ I am NOT the author. I'm just translating this novel.

Warning: Mature content He is her ice while she is his fire that melt his ice heart. The heat that comes from the fire consume his whole being, shook his entire rock and hardened being melting his cold ice stone heart, cracking it's cold heart that was deeply covered in thick iciness. She was being tempted to the darkness that calls her, that wants her and want to consume her whole. ★★★★★ A town shrouded with silence and extreme fear where vampires lurked in every shadow, Evelyn's parents always warn her about the dangers of vampires, but their cautionary tales couldn't prepare her for the mysterious stranger who haunted her dreams every night. She'd wake up trembling, torn between fear and fascination. This unknown man's presence stirred a forbidden desires within her, tempting her into a darkness of horror and at the same fascination. "That night, he appeared again this time his silver eyes burning brighter than ever with a flaming intensity. He hovered over her, his fingertips slowly and ever so lightly touched her skin sending shivers down her spine........ A suspense filled story with it's blend of dark mysteries and dark romance that keeps readers at the edge of their seats wanting to read more.

The world is a cruel and corrupt place full of envy, greed, jealousy, hatred, suffering around nearly every corner, sadness and death. Meanwhile those with a silver or golden spoon in their mouth since birth live amongst riches and luxury, all with the snap of their fingers. Most nobles had absolutely no clue as to the hardships of those of poorer family backgrounds or social standing. Magic was also heavily governed by nobility as they didn't want to lose control over those who are of lesser status. Trouble was definitely brewing in more ways than one as a particular caged animal is out and causing trouble and showing nobility who holds the true grasp of power. Whilst in the shadows another being rises to the challenge to seek revenge on those whom have wronged and slaughtered people that were caught up in the crossfire. For those who are trying to maintain their holding onto what cards in their possession from the deck of cards must tread lightly or risk everything being pulled out from beneath them in a blink of an eye. One's feelings must never ever get in the way of succession, not even for a brief moment to allow sappy feelings of love to bloom in the most unlikely of places.....or perhaps maybe it could??

A young boy suddenly gets transported to a forest in another world. After barely surviving, he realizes that this world is not something he can take lightly. He isn't OP, he isn't smart. He will not get a harem, and survival is something you struggle for. The question is, can he have a life with no worries here?

Mature[R–18+] In the hidden corridors of power where desire and danger intertwine, Valeria Ivanov—the beguiling daughter of a notorious mafia don—learns that seduction is her deadliest weapon. Tasked with a mission that pits her against the equally formidable Adrian DeLuca, the enigmatic heir of a rival crime family, she enters a world where every whispered promise and stolen touch could be fatal. Adrian, a master strategist renowned for his icy reserve, finds himself drawn to her intoxicating blend of danger and seduction, his calculated facade slowly melting beneath the heat of their forbidden encounters. As secret trysts evolve into nights of raw, unbridled passion, the boundaries between duty and lust blur. Every clandestine rendezvous is a battle between their relentless ambition and the exquisite pleasure of surrendering to temptation. Amid the decadent backdrop of blood-soaked loyalty and whispered betrayals, Valeria struggles with the growing conflict between her mission and the irresistible allure of a love that promises both ecstasy and ruin. In a world where trust is as fragile as a whispered secret and every caress could conceal a knife, Beneath the Crimson Veil is an erotic journey into the depths of passion, power, and betrayal. Here, the price of desire is steep, and the stakes are life and death—leaving both hearts and empires forever transformed by the flames of a forbidden love. Excerpt: The dim glow of the city lights cast jagged shadows across Adrian’s sharp features as he leaned against the edge of his desk, arms crossed, his gaze a storm of suspicion and something darker—something far more dangerous. Valeria stood across from him, her expression an intoxicating mix of defiance and amusement. She had perfected the art of playing innocent, but tonight, something in Adrian’s eyes made her heart pound in warning. “You’re up to something,” he said, voice low and measured, like the edge of a blade pressing against silk. She arched a brow, taking slow, deliberate steps toward him, her heels clicking against the hardwood floor. “Oh?” she mused, tilting her head. “And what exactly am I up to, amore mio?” Adrian’s jaw tightened. “You tell me.” A slow smirk curled her lips as she invaded his space, her fingers lightly grazing the lapel of his jacket. “You don’t have proof.” His eyes darkened, flicking down to where her fingers toyed with the fabric. “I don’t need proof,” he murmured. “I see it in your eyes. The way you watch me. Like you’re calculating your next move.” Valeria chuckled, the sound soft, teasing. “And here I thought you were the one watching me.” She dragged her nails lightly down his chest, feeling the way his muscles tensed beneath his tailored suit. “You want proof?” His hand shot out, gripping her wrist, but his touch wasn’t rough—it was deliberate, commanding. “Yes.” His voice dropped lower, nearly a whisper. “Prove it.” The challenge hung between them, thick with tension. Her pulse hammered in her throat, but she didn’t hesitate. She reached up, her fingers threading into his dark hair as she closed the space between them, her lips grazing his—soft, testing, before she deepened it.

Seeing that I was silently sulking, he suddenly looked up and stared at me seriously. “I’ll keep you.” I froze for a moment, thinking I had misheard: “What did you say?” I looked up at him, confusion written all over my face. He leaned back in his chair, his tone casual, as if discussing the weather: “You don’t need to work part-time at the convenience store anymore. I’ll give you ten thousand yuan a month. All you have to do is... let me sleep with you.” I was stunned, my heart skipping a beat. Ten thousand usd. For a student like me, that was more than enough to get by for a whole month, comfortably even. Meanwhile, slaving away at part-time jobs, staying up late and getting up early, only earned me six thousand. Reason told me to refuse, but reality made me waver. There was a reason so many girls chose to become sugar babies, pampered and taken care of, without having to struggle just to survive. I frowned, half annoyed, half teasing. “How old are you that you're already learning how to keep a lover?” He gave a faint smile, then slowly raised his hand and lightly squeezed my chest. Tilting his head, he leaned in close and whispered in my ear: “You should know better than anyone how grown-up I am. Besides, I’m not some playboy. You gave me your first time. So me keeping you... makes perfect sense, doesn’t it?”

Cheng Yujin was the elder twin sister, who was supposed to be engaged to an excellent man. However she later learned that her fiance, Marquis Jingyong, had proposed to her because he mistakenly recognized her as her younger twin sister. Marquis Jingyong and her younger sister had a deep relationship, and after many twists and turns, finally broke through all hardships and became eternal lovers. While Cheng Yujin was the villain who replaced her sister’s good marriage, kept framing her sister, and hindered the main couple to be together. A really wicked older sister and poisonous late wife. After the younger twin sister was reborn, she revealed Cheng Yujin’s ‘conspiracy’ early on. Everyone scorned her, and her so-called fiance was indifferent. Cheng Yujin sneered and tore off their engagement letter in front of her fiance. Everyone was gloating and happily waiting to see her regret her actions. However, before Marquis Jingyong had a chance to see Cheng Yujin’s regret, he saw his former fiancee marrying her uncle. The ninth uncle of Cheng family was truly a hidden dragon, his real power frightening everyone. *** Cheng Yujin, this coquettish little wife, lightly lifted her eyebrows and casually said, “A mere Marquis Jingyong, is he worthy? Do you think that robbing him away will affect me?” Almost forgot to say, ninth uncle wasn’t surnamed Cheng. His real name was Li Chengjing, the crown prince.

Three days before the wedding, Seraphina Vale thought she was living a fairytale. Julian’s penthouse smelled like citrus and cedarwood, the kind of scent you could bottle and name Success. He stood by the kitchen island in sweatpants and no shirt, hair still damp from the gym, smiling at her like she was the prize he never had to chase. “You’re staring,” he teased. Sera smirked over her coffee. “I’m just trying to remember why I said yes.” Julian crossed the room in three long strides, wrapped an arm around her waist, and kissed her like a man who always got what he wanted. “Because I’m devastatingly handsome and your mother loves me.” “Mm, two things I may soon regret.” She laughed, but it caught somewhere in her chest. Everything about her life looked perfect from the outside—magazine-worthy engagement, New York socialite status, a fiancé with flawless teeth and a startup about to go public. Her wedding hashtag had trended for two days straight. But something in Julian had changed in the last few months. He was still charming, still doted on her in public, still gave her everything she asked for. Everything except... presence. His kisses landed like rehearsed lines. His touches didn’t linger. And worst of all—he was always texting. Constantly. Smiling at his phone when he thought she wasn’t looking. Swiping it away too fast when she was. Sera asked once, lightly, “Who’s got you so entertained?” Julian had smiled and said, “Work, babe. You know how it is.” And she did. She wanted to believe him. She needed to. Because the alternative was a truth too ugly to say out loud. --- That afternoon, she met Madeline for dress fittings. Madeline had been her best friend since prep school—the kind of friend who held your hair back while you puked and swore she’d take your secrets to the grave. She was tall, magnetic, unapologetically wild. If Sera was the grace, Madeline was the chaos. “You’re glowing,” Madeline said, adjusting the bust of her lavender bridesmaid dress in the mirror. “You’re going to ruin every woman’s self-esteem on Saturday.” Sera looked at herself. The silk gown shimmered like a dream. But all she could see was a girl pretending not to notice how fast her world was unraveling. Madeline leaned in, voice low and teasing. “You sure you’re ready for monogamy? One man for the rest of your life? No more flirty brunch waiters or sultry European getaways?” Sera raised an eyebrow. “Who said anything about giving up flirty brunch waiters?” They both laughed, but Sera caught the flicker in Madeline’s eyes. A flash of guilt? Or just her own imagination turning shadows into monsters? She told herself not to be paranoid. She had no reason to be. Madeline had been there through everything—every broken heart, every public failure, every bottle of rosé drunk at 2 a.m. in their twenties while crying over boys who didn’t deserve them. Julian was hers. Madeline was her best friend. What could possibly go wrong? --- Later that night, lying in bed with Julian’s arm thrown over her waist like a lazy anchor, Seraphina stared at the ceiling and whispered, “You still love me, right?” Julian didn’t move. “Of course.” “No hesitation?” He chuckled, half-asleep. “You’re just having wedding nerves, babe. It’s normal.” She wanted to ask about the texts. About the long nights at the office. About why he kept turning away from her in bed. Instead, she closed her eyes. And dreamed of waves crashing and silk burning.

I seem to have gotten transmigrated into a novel, yet the only benefit I get is tinnitus. Wait a minute, why do I have an inventory? I've always wondered what would happen if the main character was just a bit more creative with his inventory. Storing villains hearts with a simple tap, placing deadly poison inside of people by lightly slapping them, the solution to all my worries is to abuse the inventory!

He felt his whole being swept away by the melody and gentleness of her soft voice. He can't help but crave to hear her every single, second, hour, minute, and hour all the days of his life. The more he listened the more he found himself getting drunk and attached to her. Slowly, his longings and cravings grew into an addiction to an obsession that he couldn't sleep or think straight without hearing her. As he tries to deny his growing feelings the possessive beast in him yearns to capture her soul, attention, and everything within she owned to himself. Unknown to him his addiction has slowly started to turn from obsession to possessiveness growing into love. __  A chance encounter that brings two souls together and develops a very twisted and beautiful story between them. Sour to bitter moreover love. Malone was born a jade beauty and jewel of her parents. She ventures into the crude world to survive by all means after losing her father in a homicide accident. She and her mother were left to battle the bills and disgrace from the loan shark, money used to settle the damages after the accident. Her life changed the day she unknowingly caught the interest of a well-known billionaire mafia Alexon while working as a singer in a combo club.  — It was a lovely scene to behold. Her soft and mellow voice which can be referred to as a golden one rings and captures the hearts of every man present in the club putting them in a trance, while their hungry eyes lock on her slender body swinging from side to side as she hypnotizes them with her angelic voice. Her smiles melted their hearts. The sharp contrast of her purple hair radiates with her creamy skin. It was unknown to her the cold gaze locked on her from the first floor of the club through the closed VIP doors. How will she be able to escape from the clutches of the well-known billionaire mafia? Will Alexon realize his deep feelings before it's too late? What will Malonei do when she realizes behind her father's death lies untold stories and secrets related to Alexon? — "I think you are mistaken, I…. Don't know. You?" She explains with her shuddering eyes filled with fear. He smirks lightly looking down at her slender features. "Please don't…" her unfinished words were cut short as he placed his smooth fingers on her plump lips. "Ssh…. Don't say a word." He commanded with his deep and sexy voice. His words alone were filled with a heavyweight She stared wide-eyed, with her heart pounding hard in her chest. He stands tall towering above her while sizing her up. The light in his eyes changed to the one that craves desires and lust. The weird feeling kept growing in her, making her fold her palms tightly on her knees while sitting on the cold floor, her eyes staring at him full of panic.  "Moan for me…" he suddenly said, breaking the cold silence. She looks confused opening and closing her mouth. "You heard me, MOAN!" He declared. Join The Mafia Dangerous Love –Maloney to find out the twists and crannies behind their untold love story. Warning, The content is rated matured, it's cordially advised to read at your own risk.

# MOE # BIGSHOT # HEROINE CUTE BABY # VICIOUS Song Liangjiang married Chu Jingmo because of a mishap. After their marriage, Chu Jingmo suddenly disappeared. Three years later, they met again at a reception. Song Liangjiang was so shocked that she felt her soul leave her body for a moment. However, Chu Jingmo, a CEO, lightly said, “Miss Song, have we met before?” Song Liangjiang came back to her senses and she replied with a smile, “Of course not.” On the way back, Chu Jingmo closed his eyes to relax, but muttered slowly to himself, “Song Liangjiang… That’s a familiar name.”His assistant answered hesitantly, “She’s your wife, sir. To be precise, your former wife. Your mother made the decision to divorce you both a year ago.”Chu Jingmo: “...” He leaned back and relaxed once more. “Bring her to my room tomorrow. I want to talk to her.”At the same time, a miniature version of Chu Jingmo was eating at home. “Mommy, we don’t need Daddy.”

# superalpha # two-faced Ye Ningwan was set up by her family and forced to marry a blind old man. On their wedding night, she was forced into the bathroom by the man…Everyone knew that Zhan Hanjue was the God of Death in Jiang City. No woman wanted to get into a relationship with him. When Ye Ningwan was brought in, everyone waited to see her being carried out as a corpse. Who would have thought that three days later, Ye Ningwan would return to her natal family’s house bearing expensive gifts. When the Ye family members saw the gifts, their eyes lit up. Ye Ningwan smiled lightly. “You may only look at it. I still need to return it all later. The Ye family didn’t give me any dowry, after all. How could I accept the return gifts that the Zhan family gave me?” “Ye Ningwan, you’re so arrogant!” The Ye elders scolded her. “So what if she’s arrogant?” Zhan Hanjue stepped out, his handsome face as cold as ice, scaring everyone away. With Zhan Hanjue’s support, the Ye family’s third lady who was despised by her own relatives, merely raised her eyebrows. However…“You’re not blind?” Ye Ningwan thought of all the times she had changed her clothes in front of him, and her face burned! The next second, the man who had pretended to be blind had pulled her into his arms.“Shhh, be good. If you listen to me, I’ll even give you my life.”

In the fractured world of Luminora, where the arcane hums through the veins of steel and whispers linger in forgotten corners, a girl with golden locks treads lightly, her smile a fragile mask for a truth that could shatter everything. She clings to dreams too vivid to be mere memories and to a longing for something lost—something never spoken. She glances from afar to see a boy with hair as dark as the void walks unnoticed, his silence a riddle to the world around him. Their lives entwine, not by choice but by the pull of unseen strings, as shadows stretch across the light, and every step seems guided by forces neither can name. In a realm where hope glimmers faintly between cracks of despair, their journey unfolds—a delicate balance of joy and sorrow, of wonder and fear, as they seek to unravel the secrets binding them to the shifting edges of a world that defies understanding. What they find may reshape more than their fates, for some truths are too vast to stay buried, and some destinies too great to remain untold.

Nala Murphey craves fame but hides from the spotlight—until one viral video changes everything. When her online takedown of scandalous billionaire Eric Ross explodes, it launches her into stardom… and straight into trouble. Eric doesn’t take humiliation lightly. And when their worlds collide offscreen, what begins as revenge spirals into something neither of them saw coming. But as sparks fly and secrets unravel, Nala and Eric must decide what matters more—pride, power, or a love born from chaos.

"From now on, you can stay in this room and live the rest of your life here for all I care," were the words that condemned Li Na to a lifetime of isolation and despair at the hands of her own family. Betrayed by her sister, Li Jing, who injected her with a lethal dose of poison, Li Na's world faded into darkness, filled with a deep sense of sadness and betrayal. But fate had a different plan for Li Na. Instead of the expected descent into the afterlife, she found herself transported to a new existence, her younger self staring back at her from the mirror. Overwhelmed by this inexplicable rebirth, tears welled in her eyes as she made a solemn vow to herself: to seek justice and make her family pay for the pain they had inflicted upon her. As Li Na battles with the struggles of her past, a new surprise awaits. … With their faces just an inch apart, he softly asked her, "Do you trust me?" tracing her lips with one finger, lightly.  With a quivering smile, she nodded and whispered, "Yes, I trust you." To her Tang Zheng was the light sent by the heavens to shed her tears away. As Li Na embraces this new chapter of her life, a veil of mystery envelopes her path. The shadows whisper, and destiny's secrets slowly unveil, shaping Li Na's fate in ways she never imagined.

“Xed is Xed, Xed is not Xed, yet Xed is Xed again! Who speaks? Xed speaks! Who listens? Xed listens! Who reads? Xed reads, for thou art Xed, unless thou art not, but even so, Xed knows! Xed was before, Xed is now, Xed shall be after, yet Xed is not bound to before, nor now, nor after — for Xed is Xed! Say ‘Xed’ thrice, and thou hast said nothing; say ‘Xed’ once, and thou hast said all! Xed within Xed, without Xed, through Xed, beyond Xed! Is Xed a name, a word, a whisper, a wheel? Xed laughs, for Xed is laughter! Xed weeps, for Xed is tears! Xed asks, ‘Who art thou?’ and Xed answers, ‘Thou art thou, unless thou art Xed!’ Be warned, O reader, for the Sayings of Xed are the Speakings of Xed, and the Speakings of Xed are the Makings of Xed, and the Makings of Xed are the Breakings of Xed, yet all return unto Xed! Speak not lightly, read not lightly, for each word of Xed is a thousand Xeds, and each thousand is but one, and the one is the none, and the none is the all — Xed! Xed! Xed!”

Erika Belion never expected her life to suddenly take such a dangerous turn. She used to be just a low-income omega who worked several part-time jobs just to make ends meet with food and a roof over her head due to a difficult family situation. The wolf never expected that in the middle of a presentation by her musical group in a small speakeasy, her heat would be unleashed, and since she did not have a partner, she ended up emitting irresistible pheromones that, added to her lack of control, turned her act into a spectacle of mockery. That night she felt so humiliated that she had to leave without pay because, in addition to her zeal, she did not have the courage to look her boss in the eyes. But while Erika ran as fast as she could to her car to go straight to her apartment, feeling so embarrassed that she did not realize that from one moment to the next the laughter along with the degrading mockery towards her could be heard in the background. They stopped dead in dead silence. If only he had been in better condition or taken a moment to compose himself, perhaps he would have learned sooner that his heat would have drawn the attention of someone extremely dangerous. Among all the alphas who might have been interested in her for some reason or another... the one who was most interested was the boss of one of the most dangerous mafias on the continent. William Aballay. ----- William Aballay is the leader of one of the oldest and most powerful organized crime families. An alpha who had everything at his fingertips, he thought that in the next few years, he would be busy with the daily grind of managing his, in the process, inherited empire. Unfortunately, this is not his biggest problem at the moment. He is used to commanding and maintaining order for both his followers and his supposed competitors. He can take care of that with his eyes closed and both hands tied behind his back. What he was not mentally or physically prepared for was finding a beautiful woman who caught his attention more than any other woman he had ever met. ----- "William, our relationship is not good..." -Erika whispered, with a trembling voice, turning her back on the alpha, not being able to see him in the eyes- "I bring out the worst in you" -When she was about to run towards the door, he suddenly felt as if one hand was placed on his waist while the other snaked towards his neck, squeezing it a Little- "Ho, my dear Erika" -the black-haired man would tighten his grip a little, bringing his mouth close to the omega's ear, touching it lightly- "you couldn't be more wrong" -the shiver that this action caused only made him smile- "what you saw a few moments ago was simply the real me... the William that everyone fears and respects because he knows what will happen to them if they don't" "W-Wil..." "I would kill everyone I consider allies with my bare hands before I lost you" -he murmured, a dark smile now curving his lips- "I would kill the world itself if it dares to make the slightest scratch on you. You belong to omega... and nothing and no one will change that"

Erika Belion never expected her life to suddenly take such a dangerous turn. She used to be just a low-income omega who worked several part-time jobs just to make ends meet with food and a roof over her head due to a difficult family situation. The wolf never expected that in the middle of a presentation by her musical group in a small speakeasy, her heat would be unleashed, and since she did not have a partner, she ended up emitting irresistible pheromones that, added to her lack of control, turned her act into a spectacle of mockery. That night she felt so humiliated that she had to leave without pay because, in addition to her zeal, she did not have the courage to look her boss in the eyes. But while Erika ran as fast as she could to her car to go straight to her apartment, feeling so embarrassed that she did not realize that from one moment to the next the laughter along with the degrading mockery towards her could be heard in the background. They stopped dead in dead silence. If only he had been in better condition or taken a moment to compose himself, perhaps he would have learned sooner that his heat would have drawn the attention of someone extremely dangerous. Among all the alphas who might have been interested in her for some reason or another... the one who was most interested was the boss of one of the most dangerous mafias on the continent. William Aballay. ----- William Aballay is the leader of one of the oldest and most powerful organized crime families. An alpha who had everything at his fingertips, he thought that in the next few years, he would be busy with the daily grind of managing his, in the process, inherited empire. Unfortunately, this is not his biggest problem at the moment. He is used to commanding and maintaining order for both his followers and his supposed competitors. He can take care of that with his eyes closed and both hands tied behind his back. What he was not mentally or physically prepared for was finding a beautiful woman who caught his attention more than any other woman he had ever met. ----- "William, our relationship is not good..." -Erika whispered, with a trembling voice, turning her back on the alpha, not being able to see him in the eyes- "I bring out the worst in you" -When she was about to run towards the door, he suddenly felt as if one hand was placed on his waist while the other snaked towards his neck, squeezing it a Little- "Ho, my dear Erika" -the black-haired man would tighten his grip a little, bringing his mouth close to the omega's ear, touching it lightly- "you couldn't be more wrong" -the shiver that this action caused only made him smile- "what you saw a few moments ago was simply the real me... the William that everyone fears and respects because he knows what will happen to them if they don't" "W-Wil..." "I would kill everyone I consider allies with my bare hands before I lost you" -he murmured, a dark smile now curving his lips- "I would kill the world itself if it dares to make the slightest scratch on you. You belong to omega... and nothing and no one will change that"

Maria’s life unfolds as a poignant tale of love, betrayal, despair, and ultimate redemption. Her journey begins in the simplicity of her early twenties, shaped by the humble values of her modest upbringing. Maria is an intelligent and driven young woman, studying on a scholarship at an elite college where she meets Ryan, a charismatic and wealthy young man. Ryan’s charm sweeps Maria off her feet, and she is drawn into a world of luxury and privilege that is far removed from her own. Their friendship blossoms into a deep romance, and Maria believes she has found the love of her life. As their love story progresses, the differences in their social backgrounds become more apparent. Ryan’s family disapproves of their relationship, while Maria’s parents, though supportive of her happiness, worry about the challenges of such a union. Ignoring their warnings, Maria dreams of a future with Ryan, one filled with love and understanding. However, life has other plans. Ryan’s father cuts off his financial support, thrusting the couple into an unanticipated financial crisis. The reality of living without wealth proves to be too much for Ryan, who struggles to adapt. Maria, who believed in the strength of their love, is devastated when Ryan abandons her, leaving her to face their hardships alone. This betrayal shatters her heart and forces her into survival mode. Alone and vulnerable, Maria searches desperately for a way to support herself. With no stable job and mounting expenses, she is lured into the dark world of prostitution. The decision is not one she makes lightly, but desperation leaves her with no alternatives. The days blur into nights as Maria struggles to reconcile the choices she’s made. Her shame and guilt grow heavier, but she feels trapped in a cycle she cannot break. One fateful evening, Maria meets Father Robert, a compassionate priest who sees beyond her broken exterior. He offers her not just guidance but a way to reclaim her life. Father Robert’s unwavering kindness and nonjudgmental demeanor spark something in Maria—a faint glimmer of hope. Over time, he helps her confront her past, offering her the chance to leave behind the darkness and embrace the light of redemption. Through his support, Maria begins a profound transformation. She renounces her past and decides to dedicate herself to God. Joining a convent, she finds solace in the peace and discipline of her new life. Maria becomes Sister Mary, a devout nun committed to serving others. For the first time in years, she feels a sense of purpose and belonging. Her work with the poor and the needy brings her a fulfillment she never thought possible. Yet, life has more twists in store for Maria. An unexpected encounter with Aisha, a childhood friend from her college days, reawakens questions Maria thought she had answered. Aisha, now a devout Muslim, shares her journey to Islam, describing the peace and clarity it has brought her. Intrigued, Maria begins to explore Islamic teachings. The Qur'an’s emphasis on justice, mercy, and surrender to God’s will resonates deeply with her. As Maria delves deeper into Islam, she finds answers to questions that have lingered in her heart for years. Slowly but surely, the pull toward this faith becomes undeniable. After months of reflection, Maria decides to embrace Islam. Taking the name Maryam, she starts her journey as a Muslim woman, determined to begin anew once again. As Maryam, she immerses herself in learning and spiritual growth. She attends study circles, reads extensively, and consults Islamic scholars. Her past, though painful, becomes a source of strength and inspiration for others. Maryam’s courage in sharing her story empowers countless women facing their own struggles. She becomes a mentor and a role model, embodying the power of faith and resilience.

He died screaming. They called it justice. Five centuries buried, five centuries rotting—yet he clawed his way back, stitched together by spite and black flame. The world didn’t wait. Men kneel now. Women rule with fists of steel and tongues sharper. The old order? Dead. Buried under cities that hum with rebellion, magic that mutates, and power that no longer bows to kings—especially not demons. He returns to a throne that doesn’t want him, in a land that laughs at his rage. So he adapts. Or dies again. For good. Magic is poison. Alliances are traps. And revenge? It never comes clean. He takes what he can carry. Leaves bodies behind like broken promises. Who runs this world? Not him—not yet. But systems break. And monsters? They evolve. He’s not here to save anyone. Not even himself. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Content Warning: This is a fantasy story with strong adult themes. Whether in terms of sexuality or otherwise, this story will push boundaries in various ways. The protagonist, the Demon King, is by no means a hero of justice. If you were expecting a story where the hero of justice shines brightly, I must apologize. However, the story won't be overly heavy; it will proceed lightly, bit by bit. Your thoughts and corrections are welcome. Since this is my first novel, there might be instances where I unintentionally violate rules regarding content and language. If that happens, I appreciate your firm feedback. In addition, I plan to post illustrations and images along with the chapters occasionally. Please enjoy with a light heart. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Tags: Evil, Dangerous Main Character, Weak MC, Smart MC