Silk Sheets

Petite Princess VS Rough Khan On their wedding day, Yelu Yan told Li Xianyun that apart from affection, he could provide her with endless wealth and honor. After the marriage, he indeed kept his promise, cherishing her in the palm of his hand. Little did he know, the more he cherished her, the deeper she burrowed into his heart, right to the very top. Not long after the political marriage with the Khitans, Li Xianyun gradually noticed earth-shattering changes around her: Initially, the commoners who disliked her began to worship her as a deity... The court officials accusing her of bewitching their lord were now pleading with her to consummate the marriage with the Khan... The most perplexing of all was her husband in name; wasn’t he the one who said he wouldn't give her emotional affection? Why was he always following her around? Little theater scene 1: One day, Yelu Yan cornered Li Xianyun against the wall. “Why are you avoiding this Khan?” “They say you might have taken a liking to your servant.” “Remove ‘might’, isn’t it obvious enough from how this Khan acts?” “But you said you wouldn’t give your servant emotional affection.” Yelu Yan held his forehead; he had indeed said too many foolish things. “The Han people always say that one should start a family and then establish a career; clearly, the two are not in conflict.” Little theater scene 2: The sun had risen high, yet Yelu Yan was still clinging to Li Xianyun. “Get up quickly, I have to leave. There are patients on the street waiting for my consultation, the good fields to the west need irrigation, the homestead plots in the east need measuring, and I have to oversee the silk reeling and dyeing... Uh...” “Your husband is a patient, don’t you care for him?” Li Xianyun looked at the man tough enough to rival ten bulls and was utterly speechless.

The story of Banou starts in Persian. She was a princess in Persian. On the day of her wedding, her husband to be was accused of being a traitor and the entire family to be excused and exiled. She and her maid are sent out of the capital to be sold as slaves. On the silk route, at an inn. She met a young trader and became his sex slave. He bough them to Tang dynasty. He turn out to be a Prince with his own harem. She begin her life her life in china and learn everything from scratch. She even give birth to 2 sons. Later she was recognised by the Persian envoy. With he demand she retain back her title as princess and she married another prince. With him, they start a family if many children. However when the sultan is dying she is the remaining daughter to return back to her father to take the throne.

This is a story that took place in 1927 and portrays a family of peasants who lived in the countryside in Hungary. Where a beautiful girl is born, perfection never seen before, eyes as clear blue as the sky, skin as smooth as silk, hair as blond as wheat in the sun. With an outcome that was never expected…. DROP OF LOVE

The 'tragic' truth tells us that time-traveling is a technical skill, and clearly, Ye Zao was mediocre at it. Being duped by her own penny-pinching uncle into becoming a lowly concubine in someone else's house was bad enough, but why did it have to be in Fourth Master's residence? Being just a mere Concubine, how was she to get by? The starting point was too low, the background too poor, the bargaining chips too few! The big BOSS had too much HP, and every mini BOSS was lethal! After much deliberation, playing the virtuous act would get her killed, because there was Lady Ulaanala ahead of her. Playing the shrew would also lead to death, for there was Li Consort Fujin behind her. Bearing sons wasn't permitted, yet not bearing them left her with no support—what a conundrum of a life! Having finally maneuvered her way from the residence into the palace, she still had The Empress Dowager on top, who disliked her for not looking dignified enough! Fortunately, Fourth Master didn't mind, and he secretly quite fancied her undignified looks! Ye Zao's goal was to live a good life, clothed in silk and jewels, exalted and lofty.

Eve Thompson found herself waking up in the bed of S City's most eligible bachelor with his arm around her waist, but she only had her mother's words in her mind. "Make sure nobody finds out you're disguised as your sister," she told her, looking at the fake birthmark drawn with makeup on her remaining daughter's face. "You have to get Mr. Charlie to marry you, everything we have depends on it!" said she. It was a shame, for the man beside him closely resembled the man she'd lost many years ago. Anthony Charlie's favor with women was notoriously hard to gain, but in a drunken stupor, he crawled under the sheets with the woman beside her, enticed by the memory of someone he'd lost long ago that this woman resembled. However, she never had a birthmark. It could never be her. Was their encounter coincidental? What would their hidden past reveal!? Join Eve Thompson on her exciting journey of courtship and political espionage as she steps into the shoes of her twin sister's now-abandoned life and tries to save her family by winning the heart of the mysterious bachelor, Anthony Charlie!

“By going into the lion’s den after getting bitten by the lion itself, do you really think it would cure you, Love?”  Alora’s body clenched which only evoked her desire to the peak level by hearing that dark and husky voice. And she knew nothing can be done to sate this forbidden craving out of her system.  She was a powerful hybrid then why? Why wasn't she able to heal herself!  Alora tilted her head and slowly looked over her shoulders to see those electric blue eyes that were becoming her ultimate downfall. But she hated this man more than anything who stood there in his mighty glory, behind her in the cold river.  “How are you bearing this heat till now, Lora? You are burning like a fire. It would kill you slowly into ashes. This heat is not normal but a powerful claim.”  “It's because of you.” Her voice held so much intensity which proved she was losing bit by bit.   Next moment, He yanked her body into his and Alora’s breath hitched as He wrapped his arm around her bare waist and nuzzled his face into her neck before inhaling her enchanting scent.  “You will be my death someday, Lora. You can't imagine what you are doing to me. It's fucking out of hell and heaven. This heat of yours is calling me.” He almost growled, suppressing his lethal beast. Alora chuckled without humor. “And You are supposed to do something in which you failed. Because of you I am in this condition. You can't fucking back off your promise and let me die here. You can't fucking leave me alone.”  And a red blood tear leaked out of her eyes which made him stiffened. Alora cried, she cried for the very first time. And He couldn't understand if she was crying for him or for her condition.  “I want this killing heat out of my body.” Alora's face turned as white sheet. And He looked down at the flowing water where her bloody tears mixed into and the green river suddenly turned still. He raised his eyes to her and asked, “Are you sure, Lora? Because this is beyond the forbidden. Once I make you mine, there will be no way out. No fucking way!” She looked at his rugged face, the powerful and mysterious man who could destroy the whole realm in seconds but He was asking for her permission. But she knew He was the last resort to get her freedom. Slowly she nodded and the next second she found herself drowning in the water with the utter burning sensation.   ******* Alora Dragomir, the powerful vampire-witch hybrid and the sheltered princess of the Black Bridge Coven was raised and trained by the King of Vampires for the purpose of getting vengeance from the Lycans.  Crimson Shadow, the moon guardian chosen by gods and goddesses, guards the Silent Storm gates which seized the old evil spirits, friends of vampires.  Erix Hartshorn is the last Lycan Prince whose big mistake, two hundred years ago, put all the supernatural realms in danger and thus caused the birth of prophecy made by the Moon goddess which includes the interaction of these three souls to tangle in twisted fate.    What will happen when these descendants from their own kind would strike each other unknowingly with different intentions and purposes by playing their own games.  Would prophecy made hundred years ago force them to go through the Betrayal, Revenge and conspiracies? Or will forbidden Love conquer everything, especially death which was written in the fate of one among them?  # Please be patient with the first few chapters. I assure you, you are going to get many surprises ahead. Now dive into the fantasy world with a spicy and powerful chemistry of MCs. And yes, It's HEA. # The cover belongs to me. Its commissioned. 

"You are not a god to judge, you are not a father to punish." Committing a crime in King Gustaf's Kingdom is a crime. The love volume about love, rights and justice. Office Tools is about presidential office of female president the sex slave in her blue wool’s coat and international sexual love affairs triangles from past girlfriends profiles all in one. The Office Tools homeland in Sicht Party Office ladies are looking to have their way in love triangles while seduction resolves work in international love affairs from politics to the bedroom bed sheets in international scandals to bar tavern corners. It was all about to make love from A to Z in our new male white office. "All asian women I took are like whores it was a response to asian women holocaust footage from Lithuanian LRR television archived TV show.” It is a personal response to a government controlled and televised project I might did misunderstood or understood. The Hiroshima Office Press honours Parliament and Presidential Office. Our dear President of Lithuania Dr Penguin Drantakis Intimissimo.

A Sky God’s Spiritual Foundation. It was the greatest natural treasure in all of existence, but the sacrifices one must make to gain the approval of such an entity was unimaginable. Ryu is a genius amongst geniuses. He was born with the four Grand Ancestral Bloodlines. The Lightning Qilin. The Fire Dragon. The Ice Phoenix. The Fire Phoenix… He was blessed with an Ancestral Grade Bone Structure and Ancestral Grade Meridians. The Ice Jade Crystal Bones. The Chaotic Silk Meridians… He was bestowed the First Ranked Heavenly Pupils. The Mysteries of Heaven and Earth Pupils… However, none of it mattered. Born with a False Spiritual Foundation, it seemed that all of his talent would go to waste. Unless… Unless he was willing to grasp his Fate in his own hands. ==== **This novel once went by another name 'Rise. Rising. Risen.' So, the wiki is still under this name https://rise-rising-risen.fandom.com/wiki/Ryu_Tatsuya

Sequel to Guide to raise my cutie husbands. Mo Qiang, an architect was chosen by the fairy of nature who brought her to the world of interstellar where she was punished to revive the nature that she has destroyed with her own hands while creating architecture that she thought was paving way for the future. Now, stuck with a nature-reviving system in a world full of poisonous gases and intergalactic stuff where she has to start from the very beginning and plant more forest and crops while creating a liveable world for the humans, Mo Qiang was suffering. But it sounds easy right? No! In her path she has three villainous husbands, all three of them want to kill her such that they will be able to marry her capable sister after kicking her away who was trashy and good for nothing. Mo Qiang has nothing against them, in fact, she is more than willing to divorce them after securing her life and raising her favourability in their hearts such that they will not kill her but —— Why are they coming for her now? Hello, you all wanted to marry her sister right? Excerpt: “ Here you go,” said Mo Qiang as she pushed the divorce agreement looking at her first husband who was gentle but poisonous like a snake. “ I have already signed the document of our divorce, you can take a look —-wait, why are you taking your clothes off?” The mer looked at her and smiled gently as he took off his glasses and said, “ Looks like my wife is not happy with me not giving birth to our child, don’t worry I will work hard tonight.” Mo Qiang: “…..” I do not want you to work hard! Take second! “ Take this and sign it,” said Mo Qiang, this time more fiercely as she looked at her second husband who was reading a script for his film. “ I am sure you want to divorce me right? I have already signed —-woah! What are you putting me on the bed for?” She asked while looking at the gorgeous face. Her second husband stared down at her and with a blank expression and voice as cold as water said, “ I have to practice a love-making scene, help me, dear wife.” Mo Qiang: “……” This movie that you are shooting is based on the Zerg apocalypse, don’t lie to me! With whom are you going to make love with? A Zerg? Take third! “ Huff, huff..this is the divorce agreement, sign it... I know that your company does not allow idols to date so here sign it,” she said to her third husband who was practising his dance moves. The mer who was dressed in a loose silk shirt and sweat dripping down his body took a look at the document that she was handing him and then hugged Mo Qiang. A second later she heard his sniffling voice while he peppered kisses on her neck, “ Wife you do not want me? Is that the new idol who attracted your attention, I knew it! I will take care of him!” “Put down that knife will you!” And why is the third prince of the imperial family who hated her to the bones coming after her with flowers? She already has her hands full! ….

Born an omega in a time where omegas are rare and unwanted, Rory lived a life whereby he was always a second option in every situation. Omegas couldn’t birth pups, so no one wanted to be mated to them, except to fuck them and move on. He thought he was lucky to be betrothed to an alpha who loved him, but after a shocking betrayal, his heart turned to stone. Fleeing for his life led him into the clutches of Jason, a dangerous, ruthless wolf. He loses his virginity to him and the morning after, he realized that this soulless Alpha is his fated mate. But, once again, Rory is reminded of his curse of always being a second option when he got rejected. As if that wasn’t enough, he soon realized his life is in immense danger. Rory then decides to run away and start afresh in a different country. One thing Rory didn’t expect to happen, was for him to end up pregnant weeks after fleeing! ~~~ Years later, Rory now has an adorable son. He wasn’t the timid omega he once was, because he had managed to rise to the very top. Along the line, he managed to open his heart up to Kenny, a cute Alpha who loved and cherished him wholeheartedly, leading him to live a contented life. But when he collides with Jason this time, he wants nothing to do with the alpha who rejected him in the past. Jason, an Alpha of Alphas, felt his wolf wilt away the day he rejected his omega mate. He tried making things right, but the pretty omega who smelled of wildflowers and vanilla had completely disappeared from the face of earth. Now that he had encountered Rory again, he wasn’t ready to receive ‘no’ for an answer, and he was ready to do whatever it takes to get the omega’s forgiveness. However, Kenny wasn’t ready to let go of Rory either! A fight for the omega’s heart, who’s gonna emerge the victor? And what if they decide to share instead? | - | e x c e r p t | -| “Arch for me, pup.” The dark alpha husked and more color rushed into Rory’s face as the order settled in his stomach. For the first time in his life, Rory was completely nude in front of a man. He had assumed losing his virginity was gonna be brisk, and that it was gonna happen in the dark. He never counted on it going down this way, with an alpha whose dark eyes made his weak kneed and tongue tied, whose voice made his insides clench up, and whose touch made slick gush out of him like he was a faulty faucet. He pressed his flushed face into the sandalwood smelling sheets, limbs trembling as he arched his back even more, till his ass was very high and his chest pressed into the bed as well. “There you go, that’s a good boy.” The Alpha growled out, hands reaching out to knead his hips, and when he delivered a spank on Rory’s ass, a stuttered whimper spilled past the pretty omega’s mouth, muffled in the sheets. Moments later, fingers were digging into the omega’s hair, jerking his head up just as another spank got delivered on his second cheek, and this time, there was nothing to muffle the high pitched sound and it filled the air in a melodic tune. “Don’t muffle those sweet sounds, gorgeous. I want to hear every sound you make, I need to hear you as you fall apart from pleasure in my bed tonight, and that’s exactly what’s gonna happen.” * Cover isn’t mine. If owner requests, I’d take it down.

When she woke up as Lady Claudia Barberini—the tragic cannon fodder villainess fated to die at the hands of a manipulative villain—she vowed to avoid the plot at all costs. Her new goal? Live the high life, bask in endless luxury, and steer clear of danger. But who knew escaping one villain would draw the attention of a whole host of others—each more dangerous and complicated than the last? To make matters worse, her mind-reading ability isn’t as helpful as it sounds. Sure, she can hear everyone's thoughts—but when it comes to matters of the heart, one mind remains frustratingly silent. As sinister schemes pile up like unpaid debts and powerful figures start vying for her attention like she’s the last cupcake at a royal banquet, Claudia wonders if her so-called "new life" is secretly a cosmic joke. She’s just trying to avoid getting killed—and keep her closet stocked with the finest silks while she's at it. Can she outwit the plot, flip it and save the one person she actually cares about? Or will she end up as the tragic side villainess of a story she was supposed to dodge, all while wearing an admittedly fabulous gown?

|Stripper×Mafia boss×CEO| [Volume one: Heaven's hell] "On your knees," he said and she did as ordered. He tied a silk cloth around her eyes to make sure that she can't look at him while he fucks her. She feels disrespected every time he does this but who was she to deny him when he has her heart in his palms? "Can you kiss me today, please?" she begged but her begging didn't matter. It was only returned with a smack on her ass as a punishment. "You know that I don't kiss. Stop making silly demands or you can leave." "I am sorry, master." That's how it was; she wasn't respected enough, but still, she couldn't leave. He had her heart while she was just a booty call. She would endure everything just to get some more time with him but still, she wasn't appreciated. And when she finally decides to move on, he is on his knees, begging her to stay. And what was the 'so-called handsome CEO' doing in the orphanage where she goes every now and then? He couldn't seem to tear his eyes away from her. The once ignored girl was now being chased by two important figures and everyone started calling her 'The irresistible slow poison' On top of everything, the cute children were there to make things a thousand times better. Her besties were her protectors. They gave her so much happiness and love that she forgot all of her pain. Yet there's someone after her life. Unexpected things start to happen one after another. A book with diverse cultures, races, and love and full of angst. Fast-paced but also a slow burn. PS: the cover isn't mine.

A newly birthed child is akin to a pure white sheet. And if someone had to badmouth about their behavior, it should be towards the parents because after birth it is up to the parents to navigate their children on the road of life. They paint their child with their ideology , thought's , emotion and sometimes dream. So how a child grows up depends on the environment and their parents. ••••••• Quotes: “One must prepare themselves to be embarrassed if they want to embarrass someone.” “One must deceive themselves to deceive others.” “Everyone wears a mask to hide themselves from the world.” •••••• Submitting this for the webnovel spirity awards 2024. Please support me. Thank you. [Warning. Mature content. sensitive content.] [This is fiction so don't take it seriously and just enjoy.]

Excerpt* As Cian removed his jacket, revealing a serpent-like tattoo on his chest, a chill ran down her spine. “Who sent you?” she asked, her voice quivering as she clutched the sheets tightly around her. Cian smirked, “Which insignificant creature would dare to command me?” Confused, she glanced at the doors, praying for someone to walk in and save her from this dangerous stranger. “Then why are you here?” she managed to ask, her heart pounding in her chest. Cian casually tossed his jacket onto the nearest chair, revealing his muscular chest and the glowing, serpent-like tattoo that coiled around it. “For you, sweetheart,” he replied, his voice deep and seductive. She stared into his piercing, emerald-green eyes, awed by their luminescence. They seemed to pierce right through her, illuminating her heart and igniting a fire within her that she couldn’t quite extinguish. As Cian moved closer, he bent down to look her directly in the eyes, his gaze penetrating. “Marry me,” he whispered, his voice low and dangerous. She recoiled in horror, pushing his hand away as she tried to back away from him. “Pardon me, my Lord, but I must refuse your offer,” she said, her voice shaking with fear. Cian let out a low, sinister laugh as he pulled off his shirt, revealing the full extent of the tattoo that seemed to writhe and twist on his skin. He crawled onto the bed, pinning her down as he loomed over her. She struggled against him, trying to break free from his grip, but he was too strong. He leaned in close, his breath hot against her skin as he whispered, “Sweetheart, what is mine is mine, and what is yours is mine.” “She froze, her heart racing as she realized the danger she was in and how ridiculously aroused she was getting. Cian, with his piercing gaze and devilish grin, knew exactly what he was doing.

*Spawns into existence with an overpowered past* Walks in an elegant and dignified gait, takes a seat on a chair as if he was a sovereign and gazes down at you. "Hello, ladies~" I spoke in an enchanting yet overbearing tone, gazing at the ladies, who were dazed gazing up at me in a near-revering state. "And to you guys too" I mumbled in annoyance as my eyes landed on men. "Hey, can't you just remove men, except for me, from my world?" I asked _Eshwar_. (*_Eshwar_ choks on the drink he was drinking and glances away*) "Tsk, useless!" I cursed at him and glanced away, ignoring his menacing glare, that spoke volumes on his urge to erase me out of existence. "Him and I have spoken and we have come to an agreement on him telling you guys my opus, and heh, I will, of course, be the main focus, so ladies~~ You'll be seeing me soon~" I spoke to the ladies gazing up at me, while I continued to ignore the men in the crowd. Glancing to the side, my eyes fell on the men, who flinched at the ominous foreboding feeling that abruptly chruned their stomach, "You better keep your ladies safe...... since they'll be mine soon~~" I said with a smile that made men shudder while charming the women at the same time. My gaze swept over the crowd beneath, "Since the world I am to transmigrate into is overwhelmingly futuristic, there are many things to adventure about, so we have decided on, not dwelling too much on politics and other shit, but instead focus only on women and me~" I stated with an enchanting grin. *In a distinct chatter* "Oi, tell them the truth!!" _Eshwar_'s voice yelled at, from a distance..... "No wait, isn't he right? But a bit of politics should be good....." _Eshqar_'s mumbled whispers trickled my sensitive ears, but I didn't like the words that left his mouth. "Oi, we discussed not to include politics and shit like tha-" But it was already too late..... _Eshwar_'s pen wielding hand flitted across the plot filled sheets, as a subtle exclamation escaped his mouth, and at that, I could instantly tell that he was up to no good! "Oi-" "With a bit of politics!" He yelled from a distance, as a ghastly silence descended upon me and the crowd gazing up at me, while the men grinned mockingly and women tilted their heads to the side in such cuteness that I almost forgot the plight at hand. Afterall, when I narrated my opus, I stated repeatedly that I don't like politics! "You added politics?" I asked with a forced smile. "Mhm" _Eshwar_ nodded his head innocently. ".....politics?" "Yeah" "Ohyoumotherfu-" *with the distinct sounds of crashes, both of them fled from the scene* -- [AN's Promise] "Well, let's experience as many beautiful love stories as possible~" [A lovely bundle of fluffy love stories] -- AN: I don’t know who the artist of the cover is, but if you want me to remove it.... you can ask me to do so (T-T). Credits to the artist. (Honest thoughts: Goddamn the art is goooood!! of course, I have edited it to link my novel to it, but DAYAM!!) •••• Golden Tickets [+5] = +1 Chapters Golden Tickets [+10] = +2 Chapters Golden Tickets [+20] = +3 Chapters Golden Tickets [+50] = +4 Chapters Golden Tickets [+100] = +5 Chapters

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

On Vacation till January 1st 2025. Have a Merry Christmas everyone! Gates of the Apocalypse follows George David Carter, an overweight nerd who has always dreamed of escaping reality through video games, is now faced with the apocalypse. Portals open up all over the world and unleash monsters and beings from straight out of a dark fantasy book. This high-octane, pulse pounding book series is filled with incredible action sequences that will leave you on the edge of your seat. It also has a kick ass harem of human and non-human hotties that can rock it in the sheets and destroy on the streets! This book series includes: ~No NTR! ~There is some Yuri. ~Huge harem of human and non-human women. ~Massive base building from a mansion to an entire kingdom. ~Huge battles on a scale rivaling the greatest fantasy novels ever written. ~Terryifying monsters and tense situations that add a heavy amount of horror. ~Tongue in cheek humor, toilet humor, and a healthy amount of Dad jokes. I update twice a day. Once at noon and once at 7pm. Rewards: 1 Luxury Car = 1 Bonus chapter 1 Dragon = 2 Bonus chapters 1 Magic Castle = Mass Release of 10 chapters 1 Spacecraft = Mass Release of 20 chapters 1 Golden Gachapon = 10 chapters per day for 1 week ***Discord is open!*** https://discord.gg/cR2KY2R4sF

Her world is colorful and vibrant, yet lonely.. his life is organized and well planned, has the perfect social group and loves the kids he teaches. Something feels off though, that night at the show when there eyes met… she can’t get him out of her head… he can’t forget her smile. What will they do?

The year is 5244, and humanity has been on pause. Despite centuries of technological advancements, society has stagnated, glued to their phones. Knowledge, ambition, and human connection have crumbled. SOB442 a 12 year old.Is different. A self-proclaimed genius in a sea of mindless phone addicts, he feels like the last person alive who craves something more—knowledge, purpose, meaning. In a world where even his family barely looks up from their devices, SOB442’s only friend is TFR100, a friend so absorbed in tech he barely knows how to speak.But everything changes the day they stumble upon a mysterious object in TFR’s basement: a “slab” unlike anything they’ve ever seen. Made of leather and filled with strange, thin sheets—paper—it carries a title: The Adventures of Shawn and Tucker. To SOB442, it’s not just a curiosity; it’s a relic from a forgotten era, a key to uncovering humanity’s lost history. Determined to uncover the truth behind the slab, SOB442 embarks on a quest to learn what the book holds and why it was buried in a world that’s forgotten how to read. Along the way, he’ll face resistance from a society that sees no value in the past, a government that thrives on ignorance, and his own doubts about whether one kid can reignite the spark of human curiosity. In a world where everyone is online, can one boy reconnect humanity to the stories that made it human?

synopsis: Here in my life: Past year's ago Papa's death had already veiled our family in a sheet of frost and if something happened to my younger brother now,I'm afraid that I would lose the courage to live. I almost collapsed when I heard the news of Cielo's accident and my tears keeps streaming down to my cheeks seeing him lying at the hospital bed with tube's connected all over his body. The situation doesn't look good and the residential doctors did all their best to save my brother from danger however there was a hemorrhage within his cranium and the location of the bleeding is extremely sensitive and only the best neurosurgeon can proceed the second operation.It also mean that his situation hadn't stabilized yet. Knowing this, I ultimately lose myself as I burst into tear's begging the doctors to save my brother's life but all of them didn't have a full confidence to perform the second operation. "You knew what to do bro." Bernard sincerely suggested while looking at Harrish who's sitting beside me. We are inside of his office and both of us seated at the black leather sofa. "I know but it's not easy." Harrish sighed while looking at me. "I can asked for help but it will take time for my uncle to do the operation because of his line up appointments." "And he is only available to his family member and Xiah is not related to you,so she needed to wait." Bernard said warily. "But Cielos condition well be at risked if we will not do the operation ASAP." "I know but my uncle has his own protocols and only related to him had that privileged." Harrish said in low voice and the two gentlemen deeply sighed. "We need to make a way." Bernard said as he stood up on his chair and the both of us followed. "Please save my brother!" I say through my sob while holding on Bernard hand. "We will do our best but you need to be strong for him." Bernard gently said as he tap my hand by his "You can discuss this matter." He sighed "As for now,I have to excuse myself to check my patients." He politely added and slowly walked out the room. "Let's get married." Harrish said after some time and silence fell all over the place after I heard his word. Shocked by his words,I looked at him with a serious expression on my face. "If you want you can make a contract about the marriage." He suggested "And I will agree all your terms and conditions." Did he really mention about marriage at critical time like this?Is he serious? I smiled bitterly."Are you not done playing my heart?" I asked in a hard tone but it didn't anger him instead Harrish gently cupped my face and wipe out my tears through his thumb. "Do this for your brother." He breath out "And this way I can help you." I scoffed "Help me?" I asked in sarcasm tone but he still calm and composed. "You always knew that I will do everything for you." Harrish words is deep and hard for me to understand. I should be mad at him,curse him and shout at him but I can't. My mind don't believe on everything he says but my heart believed the other way. Is there a hope for us after the heartbreaking happened between us? Do i still have his heart? “We are free to choose, but there is no exception you are from the consequences of the choices we made.” Hanniexiah I am a fine architect worked as a chief director to my father’s construction firm. I lived my life according to my free well not until my younger brother Celo got involved I a car accident and the only to save him form critical condition is to marry Harrish James Talledo, I needed to marry my ex boyfriend which is my first love and my first heartbreak. We secretly get married that last for two years base on the contract which we both agreed but Harrish is welling do everything to make me fall in love again simply because he is deeply in love with me?

-- A small heads, early chapters have a quite bad grammar, I am fixing them asap, also the MC doesn't start as OP, he go through cultivation before it. -- "I always wondered until the day I died, why humans are such filthy creatures?" A Noble status, money, and power were the things that ruled this world, but Aaris Ralkier had nothing since the day he was born. His childhood was ridiculed by poverty and bullying by the nobles, hoping to change his world one day after becoming a great mage, his dreams were shattered because of his unique and miserable condition of possessing no mana. What he had in his life was his mother, the lowest witch who never wanted anything but his happiness, but she was taken away by the hands of aristocrats and the kingdom that was supposed to protect them. He lost everything, struggling to find his existence again he was betrayed and left to die at the hands of a dreadful demon and was framed even after his death. Reminiscing his life on his last breaths, he decided to take the demon soul along with his with the spell his mother forbid for him, Blood Silk. He lost his life too, but fate doesn't take mercy on him, his eyes opened once again, maybe a choice was given to him, suffer or fight. Like cursed blessing in his body, he set out on a journey to find his existence, lingering regrets, and goring grudges, in the realm ridiculed with divine curses & diabolical graces, everything is laid in front of him to quell or win. But red strings of fate only take it to weave a War, waiting to meet its End. P.s:- English is not my first language I am still a fledgling writer. reach to me on insta....zushe_sensei_016. Dis.:- I don't own the cover pic.

When I awoke, I was in a place that wasn’t my room. silk pillow beneath my head, and rich tapestries hanging on the walls. I tried to sit up, but my body felt heavy, like it wasn’t mine. I had somehow been reincarnated into a body—the third daughter of the Marquis?! life as the third daughter of the Marquis family was peaceful. Nothing extraordinary ever happened. I spent my days in the comfort of my family's estate, away from the hustle and bustle of court life. My father, though distant, provided for us, and my sisters—while not always the most agreeable—had their own lives to focus on. I was content, living quietly, with no desire for anything more. That is, until I stumbled upon a book. A beautiful cheap novel that talks about a main character who is trying to survive. But I never imagined that the world I read about would collide with my own life. One evening, my father summoned us all to the drawing room. His tone was unusually serious, and the moment I entered, I could feel the tension in the air. He stood at the center, his gaze fixed on something—or someone—I couldn’t see yet. “I have an illegitimate daughter,” he announced, his voice steady but with a hint of something else beneath it. I froze. The words barely registered at first. But then, as he continued, I realized something that made my heart race. The girl he spoke of, this Aorbel, matched the description from the novel I’d read to the smallest detail. “Her name is Aorbel,” my father continued, “and due to the circumstances, she will now be recognized in society as my daughter.” I watched as a delicate figure stepped forward—a girl with platinum blonde hair that shimmered with a faint pinkish hue, and amber eyes ! she appeared. She was small, fragile-looking, her body almost too delicate to belong in such an imposing space. But it was the way she spoke that caught me off guard. "H-hello..." she stuttered, her voice trembling slightly as she introduced herself. "I-It's nice to m-meet you all... M-my name is Aorbel." The name echoed in my mind, and I felt my pulse quicken. Aorbel—the heroine of the novel. I had read about her, followed her story. She was the one who was shunned, rejected, and Her sisters are going to die! Literally! Over some bullshit! Aorbel was real. And worse, her fate was tied to mine. I remembered the novel’s ending. Aorbel’s sisters would all perish!. *I* would perish. Suddenly, the quiet life I had built for myself felt like it was slipping through my fingers. I wasn’t about to sit by and wait for a fate I’d already read about. So, I did what I thought was the only logical thing: I ran. I fled to the countryside, to the village of Hayat, where no one would know my name or my family. There, I lived a quiet life—just like I had always wanted. I had no titles, no expectations. I could finally breathe. But even in the peace of Hayat, trouble had a way of finding me! RIGHT? ............ but...why..i'm here ? , I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry at the absurdity of it all. How had my life become so tangled with these nobles, these politics? When I stood before the king, I kept my composure. “It is my duty, Your Majesty,” I said, trying to maintain the calm facade I had perfected. But inside, my mind was racing. *This wasn’t supposed to happen. I just wanted a peaceful life!* The king smiled , but there was an unsettling gleam in his eyes. “Your service has been invaluable, Lady Kevoyal Orilord,” he said, as if my life had been part of some grand design all along. I wanted to scream, to tell him that I had no interest in titles, in recognition, in any of it. But there I stood, accepting the medal, caught in a web of fate I had never wanted. ! SOMONE PLEASE SAVE ME ! And so, the girl who only wanted a quiet life in a rocking chair found herself tangled in something much more complicated than she had ever imagined!!!!

LGBTQ+ - BL | All-Ages Version In a kingdom, where opulence reigns and secrets pile high, the annual week-long founding festival and ball occur within the palace walls. Nobles from far and wide gather at the detached palace for nights filled with masquerade balls, lavish dinners, and whispered intrigues. Amidst the splendour of the gardens, Kaisan, an enchanting young man adorned in silk and lace, finds himself swept into a whirlwind romance when he encounters Rhaegal, a charming stranger lost in the revelry of the night. Mistaken identities lead to a fateful dance in the fountain, where laughter mingles with the sweet taste of wine and stolen kisses. As the festival unfolds, Rhae and Kaisan's bond deepens with each passing moment, their days filled with stolen moments of passion and deep bonds. But when a truth is revealed at the grand dinner on the final evening, betrayal shatters their fragile connection, leaving Kaisan adrift in a sea of despair and confusion. As Kaisan's fragile state threatens to consume him amidst the whispers of madness and rumours of tragedy, an offering of solace in the darkest of nights and unwavering devotion in the face of uncertainty may be the only path to healing. With each tender touch and whispered word, Rhae strives to reclaim the heart of the man he once abandoned, praying that their love will be enough to guide them through the darkest of nights and into the dawn of a new day.

LGBTQ+ - BL | MATURE VERSION In a kingdom, where opulence reigns and secrets pile high, the annual week-long founding festival and ball occur within the palace walls. Nobles from far and wide gather at the detached palace for nights filled with masquerade balls, lavish dinners, and whispered intrigues. Amidst the splendour of the gardens, Kaisan, an enchanting young man adorned in silk and lace, finds himself swept into a whirlwind romance when he encounters Rhaegal, a charming stranger lost in the revelry of the night. Mistaken identities lead to a fateful dance in the fountain, where laughter mingles with the sweet taste of wine and stolen kisses. As the festival unfolds, Rhae and Kaisan's bond deepens with each passing moment, their days filled with stolen moments of passion and deep bonds. But when a truth is revealed at the grand dinner on the final evening, betrayal shatters their fragile connection, leaving Kaisan adrift in a sea of despair and confusion. As Kaisan's fragile state threatens to consume him amidst the whispers of madness and rumours of tragedy, an offering of solace in the darkest of nights and unwavering devotion in the face of uncertainty may be the only path to healing. With each tender touch and whispered word, Rhae strives to reclaim the heart of the man he once abandoned, praying that their love will be enough to guide them through the darkest of nights and into the dawn of a new day.

In a world where fate intertwines with destiny, a struggling author named Violetta meets a tragic end, only to awaken in the body of the heroine in her own unfinished fantasy novel. Now living as a concubine in a majestic yet treacherous court, Violetta must use her modern knowledge and wit to navigate a realm rife with political intrigue, magic, and romance. Determined to change her tragic fate, she captures the attention of the kingdom's enigmatic and powerful King. As their paths cross, sparks fly, and she finds herself embroiled in a whirlwind romance that defies the expectations of her new life. With each passing day, she proves her worth, not just as a concubine, but as a strategic mind and a force to be reckoned with. Facing enemies both old and new, and uncovering hidden talents, she rises through the ranks, outmaneuvering those who seek to undermine her. Her journey from a mere concubine to the revered Empress is fraught with challenges, heartache, and moments of triumph. Through battles, betrayals, and the bonds of love, Violetta discovers the true meaning of power and identity. In the end, she must balance her modern sensibilities with the ancient traditions of her new world to secure a legacy that will be remembered for generations. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Violetta: "Where am I? This... This isn’t my apartment." She looked around, eyes widening at the opulent silk drapes and ornate furniture. Maid: "Milady, you’ve awakened. The King awaits your presence in the main hall." Violetta: "The King?" she muttered, trying to process this revelation. "I'm in my own novel... I must be dreaming." ----------------------------------------- King: "You seem different, Violetta. Sharper, more... unpredictable." His eyes glinted with curiosity. Violetta: "Your Majesty, I assure you, I am merely adapting to survive in this viper's nest." She met his gaze steadily, hiding her inner turmoil. King: "Survival is not enough. To thrive here, one must learn to wield power and trust no one." ----------------------------------- King: "Why do you always challenge me, Violetta?" Violetta: "Because a life without challenge is a life unfulfilled, Your Majesty. Or do you prefer your subjects to be mere puppets?" She smirked, enjoying the spark of annoyance in his eyes. -------------------------------------- Violetta: "I cannot let them destroy what we’ve built. We must fight with everything we have." King: "And I will stand by your side, Violetta. Not as your King, but as your equal." ----------------------------- Violetta: "From a concubine to an Empress, who would have thought?" she whispered, looking out over the kingdom. King: "You have shown the strength of a thousand men and the wisdom of a sage. This kingdom is stronger because of you." Violetta: "And it will continue to grow. Together, we will lead it into a new era." King: "Together," he agreed, taking her hand.

WARNING: DARK ROMANCE, MATURE The judge's lips curved into a thin, wicked smile as her gaze locked onto Asher. She stepped forward, her black lace gown trailing behind her like a dark, flowing shadow. Beneath the mask that obscured her eyes, something cold and knowing gleamed—a predator sizing up its prey. Asher’s pulse quickened. He hadn’t expected this. No one had. From his seat, Mr. Evergland studied the scene with careful detachment, one hand resting casually on the arm of his throne-like chair. The room was tense, a ripple of hushed murmurs passing through the vampire assembly. Some watched with fascination. Others with growing unease. A few even looked outright afraid. The judge’s voice shattered the silence, calm but laced with a chilling authority. "You’ve made your choice," she said, each word deliberate. "You want to challenge this union, to save your sister... but you offer yourself as the prize. Very well. Let’s make it official." Asher froze, his breath caught in his chest. Official. The word settled over him like an iron weight, suffocating the air in the room. He had walked into this with no plan, no backup—but now it was too late to back down. The judge raised her hand, and the crowd fell into stunned silence. Her voice rang out again, carrying a finality that reverberated through the cold marble walls. "Tonight, Asher of the Kapella family," she declared, her tone unwavering, "you will not only interrupt our ceremony—you will replace it. We will honor the bond you’ve offered, and in doing so, I will bind you to me." A collective gasp swept through the room. Eyes flicked nervously between Asher and the judge. He could feel the weight of every gaze, but his own mind was spinning. This can’t be happening. This wasn’t part of the plan. "What do you mean?" he stammered, panic creeping into his voice. He had thought he was making a stand, but now it felt like the ground was slipping out from under him. "I... I didn’t mean—" The judge’s smile deepened, cruel and sharp. She tilted her head, as if savoring his discomfort. "Did you really think there would be no consequences?" she asked, her voice silk over steel. "You’ve disrupted our world, Asher. You’ve made your offer, and now... you’ll fulfill it. In the most fitting way." ______ In the desolate world of Rakan, the Evergland Clan reigns supreme as the most powerful royal vampire family. In a bid to secure an alliance, they seek a marriage candidate for their son and turn to the most coveted human family in the land, the Kapellas, who, despite their status, live in poverty and misfortune. This human family consists of a widowed mother, an eldest daughter, and two sons: the youngest son, who is mute, and the eldest son, Asher, who is terminally ill. The Evergland Clan arranges a grand dinner and ball to unite the families. Though the eldest daughter, the family’s pillar of strength, has already found love with another human, she is nonetheless chosen to marry the vampire heir. Bound by duty but conflicted by her heart, she is set to fulfill the Evergland Clan’s wishes. During the proceedings, Asher, determined to protect his sister from a loveless union, takes a bold step. He interrupts the wedding and takes over, giving himself up to a mysterious women. Unaware of the consequences this declaration will bring, Asher unknowingly opens the door to a fate far darker than he could have anticipated.

"At first, I thought I was running a regular restaurant, until I realized my customers were not quite normal..." … Chen Ze just kindly helped up a fallen old man, but received a reward for inheriting a Dream Restaurant! On the first day, he met an Otherworldly Girl with a pink avatar and an elf like appearance. But she called him Inferior Race, and even waved her hand to summon spider silk to bind Chen Ze. It turns out that this restaurant belongs to Necromancer, and Chen Ze was also misunderstood as a subordinate of Necromancer. Then, more magical creatures followed one after another… Chen Ze finally realized that his guests... all don't seem to be human?!

[An Announcement from the Author: LLL will undergo major reformations! Expect a reboot of this confusing storyline sometime early January! Thank you for all of your support thus far.] Gods rule over the fundamental creations of life. Lords watch and rule over these Gods’ creations. Phos, the Lord of Light, found himself cornered by a sharpshooter in the dead of the night. This unlikely encounter led to destiny. — The marksman needed to kill a kind, beautiful man. From the photos, his target had crystalline orange eyes and glowing silver hair that cascaded down to the floor in waves. But, as with everything, the real man looked far more lucent and stunning. Like a soft light, like the first glimmer on the ocean’s surface as the Sun arose. Before he could raise his sniper’s rifle to extinguish this ray of light, however, the beautiful target pulled out a pistol and shot him straight in the abdomen. “I hope you don’t die. Good day.” With that, he swiftly turned and left, disappearing into the darkness, his long hair bouncing to his every crisp footstep. Leaving behind the confused marksman, who, dazed, clutched his new wound and slumped to the floor. Later on, the marksman managed to act stupid enough to gain his target’s trust. Showing his true colours, he toyed with a lock of his former victim’s hair, which was as silky and soft as he imagined. He held it to his lips, raised a corner of his black turtleneck to show the bulletwound on his abdomen, and whispered in a deep voice: “This wound, how will you repay it?” The original target, who shined like a dim candlelight under the rays of the moon, stretched up his bound arms to the hitman, brought a gentle hand to his skin, covered the wound… and with an unapologetic, professional business smile, he replied: “I’m sorry, are you really sure you have a scar there? How come I don’t see anything?” The marksman: … It’s because you’re covering it. The man he originally had to kill, who wore white silk pyjamas and a flame-like orange scarf every day and who looked like he could fall over with a slight push from the wind, was actually very resistant—and really, really pissed him off. Cover Art: nonsang_08 Upload Schedule: Every 3 days

His lucid green-blue eyes refused to look away from the alluring sight before, feeling a certain stir in his lower insides as his instincts fully triggered. The air around was tainted with the provocating yet intoxicating scent that filled his sensitive nostrils, watching the bright red liquid slowly sip out of the broken skin on her shoulder. He gulped. Gingerly shifting his gaze to the pair of brown doe orbs, Leviathan immediately noticed the hint of mirth in her eyes. Kamyla grinned, "Are you really so desperate to taste it?" Leviathan didn't respond, struggling to resist the strong temptation of the woman lying underneath him; not to mention her lascivious features protruding from her barely clothed body. His fingers dug deeper into the sheet on both sides of her head. He grinned, "How cheap do you think I am?" "Then do it", her eyes glittered with mischief. "Taste it". Leviathan clenched his jaws, preventing his eyes from wandering back to her corrupting blood. Kamyla then let out a chuckle, raising her hand to cover her bleeding injury. His eyes slitted. "Levi..." The severally disapproved nickname rolled off her tongue, causing him to cringe in annoyance. "If you really want my blood so badly..." She slowly wiped the blood on her thumb, bringing it to her lips to lick it off. Leviathan bit his lower lip. "Then you'll have to earn it". • • • In the year 1503, One of the most powerful Empires in central west Africa, the Sah' Jangi Empire, began to experience strange unexplainable disappearances of their citizens in various kingdoms. To solve the mystery affecting their society, the Royal family alongside the chief priest, decided to summon an ancient demigod to come to their aid — only to accidentally summon a foreign demon god — one with strange pale skin colour different from theirs, but possessed with unimaginable powers enough to help them in their plight. But unknown to them, the arrival of the odd-looking demon prince brings nothing but calamity as dark secrets and lies buried deep in their empire history are brought into the light; causing great changes to all the lands and its people. Especially after he crossing paths with the strongest female warrior of the capital. Kamyla Odjafah. Tags: BWWM. Son of hell. African mythology. Black female lead. War. devilson. African historical fiction. Demons. African fantasy fiction. Ghouls. Witches. Giants. Spirits. Power Couple.