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The Crimson General Desires no Prince! (GL)

A festive day, a week have the kingdom of Polestin celebrated for their victory with the crimson general leading their army. The soldiers who served have been guaranteed a spot inside a local bar of the capital city. Clank! "The Crimson General despite being a woman is a talented warrior! Three cheers for the general!" "That woman saved me when I needed it! All hail the general!" "She's like a sister to all the soldier! All hail our general!" Every warrior kept on drinking as the news reached them that the war with their neighboring kingdom was over, the ruler raised their white flag as they asked for mercy- being beneath the crimson general. "General! Come drink with us!" "..." The Crimson General, for how she got her name is because of her crimson hair that became the trademark of her legendary name already spreading across the many kingdoms. "I don't drink." she denies the invitation her comrades and just sat down on the table watching the others enjoy themselves. "Enjoy, general! You might even find a man here that suits to your liking! You know... your type I think...! The general would love a soft-spoken man!" "...No." "Hah! That's a shame! In any case I heard that you'll be receiving a reward for helping win the war!" "A reward... I wonder what could it be." ... The reward: "You can choose any of my children to marry you. I have the finest royal princes for you to choose. That is my reward." The King motions to his left side showing his sons who smiles, sitting in their throne meeting her gaze.. "Eh?" "My liege, forgive me but this is..." "Are my children not good enough for you? General, I applaud your accomplishment. Isn't marrying into the royal family a good enough reward for the general?" The King asked the general who swallowed the lump in her throat looking at the princes in display. "I choose-!" Everyone stopped and waiting for the girl to continue. "I choose the princess instead!"
Zerin_Lee · 111.7K Views

Pay-to-Win Martial Emperor

After discovering the true power of the universe and how truly deep its waters are, humanity was thrust into a chaotic world where only power meant anything. Martial artists dominated the cosmos, wielding power far beyond what even the gods of their imagination could do. Facing extinction, humanity rallied together and built a world they could call home. Now, 12,000 years have passed, and in an era of peace and complacency, humanity gave birth to their chosen warrior, destined to lead them to prosperity. Adam was once a medical student trying to become a doctor, but one day, after becoming one with the pavement, he died, never being able to fulfill his dreams. However, just as the lights turned off, they turned back on. He had reincarnated and 12,000 years into the future at that. In an era where only martial arts meant power, Adam was forced to become a powerhouse or die worth nothing. But with his average talent and skills, Adam knew he wouldn't get very far in this life. Yet on his 16th birthday, just when he had accepted it, his fate changed as a blue screen appeared in front of him. ————————————————————————— The picture on the cover or the one I have used in the character illustration chapter does not belong to me. They were just creations I found that resembled how the characters I had imagined looked. If the creator wishes for me to take them down, please contact me. ————————————————————————— If you like this type of novel or my writing in general, be sure to check out my other novels, Transmigration: Children of The Plane and Rebirth of a Divine Lord. ————————————————————————— Personal Links. Discord Server: https://discord.gg/3ybfHXxxBg Support me here at Kofi! https://ko-fi.com/slarbi123
slarbi123 · 41.2K Views

The Villains Must Win

I’m a proud NEET who’s devoured every romance novel, manga, webtoon, and otome game out there. Just when I thought I’d conquered it all, a black bunny appeared in my dream. “Congrats! You’ve been chosen to help villains win across multiple worlds!” “Like a game?” “Uh . . . sure.” “Great, I’m in!” And just like that, I became an agent of the Villain System. Time to rewrite some happily-ever-afters—villain style. **[NOTE!]** This novel features multiple short arcs, each exploring different tropes such as ancient China, the modern world, beasts, werewolves, vampires, fantasy, school romance, idol groups—you name it! The twist? Each arc focuses on our MC making the villain (male) triumph over the male and female leads. The story is written primarily in 2nd and 3rd person POV for a dynamic and immersive experience. || Excerpt || [WARNING! MATURE Content Ahead!] “Then serve me . . . properly.” The command was both sensual and authoritative, and Xue Li’s pulse quickened under his intense gaze. The air between them grew heavy, her trembling hands faltering as she began to run the sponge across his chest, her touch featherlight against his scars. “Y-yes your majesty.” Xue Li’s hand trembled slightly as she dipped the towel into the warm, fragrant water, her breath catching as she squeezed it out over Han Feng’s shoulders. The water cascaded down his chiseled frame, tracing every ridge and contour of his muscles. She swallowed hard, focusing intently on her task, though her heart raced like a drum in her chest. She began at his shoulders, her touch gentle as the towel glided over his skin. His scars, a mix of old battles and untold stories, caught her attention, and she hesitated for a brief moment before continuing. The warmth of the water mixed with the heat radiating from his body, and the intimacy of the moment sent a shiver up her spine. Han Feng leaned back slightly, watching her through half-lidded eyes, his expression unreadable. “Slower,” he murmured, his voice a low rumble that made her pulse skip. Xue Li obeyed, her movements becoming more deliberate as she ran the sponge across his chest, down the defined lines of his abdomen. Each stroke felt unbearably sensual, her fingers brushing his skin as she worked. She tried to maintain her composure, but the proximity to him, the sheer physicality of his presence, made her feel as though the air had thickened. When she reached his arms, he extended one lazily, letting her clean him as though it were his divine right. Her hand moved carefully, trailing down his forearm to his wrist, her touch so soft it almost tickled. Han Feng’s silence was oppressive yet charged, the pressure of his gaze pinning her in place. As she lowered the sponge to his torso again, her hand faltered briefly near the sharp line of his hipbone. The water ran over his skin like liquid fire, and her breath hitched when she noticed the slight curve of his lips, a hint of satisfaction playing there. “You’re trembling,” he said, his voice velvet smooth, making her flinch. “I-It’s the steam, Your Majesty,” she stammered, though she knew it was a poor excuse. Han Feng chuckled softly, the sound deep and rich. “Hmm . . . Is that so? Then you have no problem cleaning my cock right?” Xue Li's eyes trembled, on the verge of tears, which seemed to please Han Feng. His smile grew wider as he urged her on. "Go on. You're going to serve me properly, aren't you?"
MiuNovels · 27.8K Views

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And... these dreams,” she began carefully, shifting slightly in her seat, “are they vivid? Do they feel real?” His lips quirked into a half-smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Oh, very real.” He leaned forward slightly, his elbows resting on his knees, the movement casual yet predatory. “I see their faces. I feel the weight of the blade... or the gun. It’s not fear I wake with, Sofia. It’s satisfaction.” Her breath hitched at the way he said her name and she crossed her legs, forcing herself to focus on the clipboard even though her cheeks flushed. “These... dreams,” she said, her tone firm now, “do they have any connection to your reality? People you know? People you’ve...” “People I’ve killed?” he finished for her, his voice low and teasing. Her gaze snapped up to meet his. “That wasn’t what I said.” “Wasn’t it?” He tilted his head slightly, a small, amused smile playing on his lips. “Come now, Sofia. We both know what you’re really asking.” She swallowed hard, her professional demeanor cracking ever so slightly. “This is not a game, Mr. Mancini. If you’re looking for entertainment, I suggest—” “I’m exactly where I need to be,” he interrupted smoothly, his voice a quiet command that sent a shiver down her spine. “You think I’d waste my time with a therapist I didn’t find... intriguing?” Raye’s pulse quickened, and she hated herself for the warmth creeping up her neck. She adjusted her glasses again, a defensive habit, and forced herself to sit straighter. “This session isn’t about me, Mr. Mancini.” He laughed softly, his gaze burning into her. “Oh, Sofia,” he said, his voice dropping lower, more intimate. “It’s always about you. Every dream, every shadow I chase... somehow, I see your face in them now.” Her heart stopped for a moment, the weight of his words crashing over her like a wave. “That’s inappropriate,” she said finally, her voice quieter than she intended. “And yet, here we are,” he replied, his tone rich with amusement. “Tell me, Sofia... do you ever dream of me?” Her pen dropped to the floor, a small sound in the charged silence between them. She didn’t move to pick it up. She couldn’t. ..... Raye Whitlock poses as a therapist to the ruthless and infamous Emilio Mancini. Her mission is simple—gain his trust, uncover his secrets, and destroy his empire from within. But nothing about Mancini is simple. Cold, calculating, and dangerously seductive, Mancini is everything she didn't expect, and the lines quickly blur between duty and desire, truth and lies. His touch is a temptation she can’t afford, his words a seduction she wasn’t trained to resist. She was sent to break him, not to fall for him. But when his touch lingers too long. Raye begins to wonder… Is she pulling him into her web, or has she already been caught in his?
A_DIANNE · 316 Views
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