Baki Murmur

``` ¿Qué pasa cuando una diosa se enamora de un cambiaformas? Asara, la diosa del amor, fue castigada por su padre, el dios del trueno. Su delito fue enamorarse de un mortal cambiaformas alfa. Para pagar por sus pecados fue reencarnada como Cassandra LeBlanc, una princesa mortal en el mágico Reino de Speldaria. Su familia y su reino, exceptuando a su hermana mediana, la rechazaron porque nació sin ninguna habilidad mágica y no tenía recuerdos de su verdadera identidad. Su prometido, el poderoso mago comandante de Speldaria, no se inmutaba por ella. Deseaba a alguien fuerte. La vida de Cassandra se trastornó cuando recibió como obsequio un esclavo guerrero por parte del poderoso alfa de Dusartine. Se le pidió que participase en el Evento Anual de la Arena colaborando con el guerrero. Cassandra, que odiaba "La Arena" con todo su ser —un lugar donde la sangre fluía como el vino y la vida era más barata que el propio aire que respiraban—, no entendía su propósito en ella. Encima de eso, el misterioso guerrero la afectaba de maneras inimaginables. Su mirada hipnótica la desconcertaba. Su esencia rara la abrumaba. Su cuerpo bronceado y musculoso la consumía con pensamientos pecaminosos. Incluso los sueños de su vida pasada la atormentaban. Cuando "La Arena" comenzó, las agendas ocultas y las verdades subyacentes salieron a la luz y a Cassandra se le presentó un destino. No le quedó más opción que ceder y elegir un camino. La pregunta sería: —¿Cómo enfrentará Cassandra una vez que se entere de la maldición que se le ha impuesto? —¿Podrá obtener sus habilidades mágicas y enfrentarse a su padre? —¿Quién la ayudará en su viaje? ~Extracto~ Entonces lo sintió, todo él. Toda su aspereza. ``` ``` La fuerza de su brazo. La suavidad de sus labios. El agarre de su mano. El calor de su aliento. Cada músculo de su cuerpo se tensó al pensar en las implicaciones de dormir en brazos de un hombre. Nunca antes había dormido en el abrazo de un varón. Toda su piel hormigueaba como pequeñas chispas danzando en las partes que lo tocaban. Las grietas de su cerebro tenían estos recuerdos que no eran suyos. Este roce de alguna manera no le parecía ajeno. Se sentía segura en su abrazo tranquilizador y no deseaba apartarlo, y sin embargo sabía que esto no era para nada apropiado. Cassandra intentó zafarse de su agarre, pero sus brazos parecían hechos de hierro, pues no se movían. La ligera prenda que había llevado se había alzado de su muslo de leche dejándolo al descubierto, mientras el musculoso y bronceado de él se posaba sobre el suyo. Y ahora podía sentir algo punzándola en la espalda. Sus ojos de repente se expandieron al darse cuenta y Cassandra entró en pánico total. —¡Suéltame! —dijo con voz grave. Siroos lentamente levantó su pierna y aflojó su agarre en su cintura para que pudiera moverse. Se había despertado cuando ella se tensó por primera vez, pero deseaba ver qué intentaría. Con los ojos muy abiertos le echó un vistazo al hombre que la tenía envuelta en su abrazo como a un tesoro precioso, su tesoro. Sus ojos dorados fundidos se abrieron y había una suavidad y deseo con los que la miraba. Aquellos suaves rizos marrones le caían sobre los ojos mientras olvidaba parpadear, observando la belleza eterna que era ella. Su fragancia única era una tortura para sus sentidos. —Cómo deseaba tomar su delicado tobillo, jalarla hacia él y tenerla esparcida bajo su cuerpo —murmuró—. Besar la misma piel que desprendía tal aroma que le estaba volviendo loco. En su lugar, dobló su brazo y lo colocó debajo de su mejilla usándolo como una almohada para mirarla con ojos llenos de deseo. El silencio incómodo entre ellos se prolongó mientras Cassandra se aclaraba la garganta. —¿Tenías que subirte sobre mí para dormir? —preguntó. —No fue intencional, pero ciertamente fue tentador y definitivamente no será la última vez —su voz profundamente hipnótica era aún más seductora temprano en la mañana cuando resonaba a su alrededor. La portada del libro es mía. ```

"Tu es le clair de lune qui éclaire l'obscurité de la nuit~" "Tu es la pluie qui adoucit les terres asséchées~" "Tu es le souffle qui maintient mon coeur en vie~" "Haha, mon chéri, tu deviens meilleur pour me flatter" "Tant que c'est pour toi, je peux devenir meilleur dans tout ce que tu veux, ma chère petite femme." - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - En fuyant pour sauver leur vie, elle se sacrifie pour laisser s'échapper son bien-aimé. Hua Lan se réveille dans une chambre luxueuse et inconnue, incapable de se souvenir de qui elle est. Apprenant que toute information sur son existence a été effacée et qu'elle doit se méfier des gens qui lui en veulent, Hua Lan commence une nouvelle vie sous une nouvelle identité. Entourée de son mari attentionné et beau, ainsi que de sa famille aimante, Hua Lan (maintenant Mu Lan) s'adapte à sa nouvelle vie. Mais désormais, dans ses rêves, elle entend une fille murmurer : "Jusqu'à ce que tu me dises 'Je t'aime', garderai nos souvenirs. Adieu, mon amour." Mu Liang sait qu'il se passe quelque chose de mystérieux autour de lui. Elle a des antécédents mystérieux et des capacités déconcertantes. Mais il ne se soucie pas de qui elle était dans le passé et pourquoi ils continuent de l'attaquer. Tout ce à quoi il peut penser, c'est l'aimer, la chérir, la garder auprès de lui pour qu'elle ne retourne jamais à son passé. Parce qu'il sait qu'il ne pourra pas vivre un instant sans elle. Ils essaient de résoudre le mystère concernant Hua Lan. Mais elle a besoin de retrouver sa mémoire. Le meilleur médecin ne comprend pas pourquoi elle ne se rappelle de rien. Cependant, en regardant une paire d'yeux cruels, sa tête lui fait mal. Puisqu'elle ne peut pas retrouver sa mémoire, ils doivent choisir une autre manière de résoudre ses énigmes. Mais que fera-t-elle après avoir retrouvé ses souvenirs ? Quelqu'un et certaines personnes devront recevoir une gifle. Mais qui recevra la gifle ? Et qui sera capable de rire à la fin ? ~BIENVENUE AU PREMIER LIVRE ORIGINAL DE PDG SUR WEBNOVEL~ ***C'est l'histoire d'une fille qui se bat pour elle-même et les gens qu'elle aime. Elle essaiera de découvrir qui elle est après avoir perdu sa mémoire et les gens autour d'elle l'aideront à résoudre les mystères qui l'entourent. ***en cours de révision. si vous trouvez des erreurs, veuillez nous en faire part*** **AVERTISSEMENT : NE PAS PLAGIER OU PUBLIER CET OUVRAGE SUR UN AUTRE SITE. SI VOUS AIMEZ LE TRAVAIL, DITES AUX AUTRES DE LIRE SUR WEBNOVEL.COM __________________________________ Série de livres : 1. Beau patron chéri de l'épouse 2. Ma femme est une déesse: 99 Baisers secrets 3. Bonheur Perdu 4. Le Cobra Autres livres : 1. Mon Aimé 2. Emmêlé par le destin __________________________________ Discord serveur- http://discord.gg/MaJMCyb Instagram: flow07.author Page Facebook: Flow07 Soutenez-moi- Patron : https://www.patreon.com/Flow07 Achetez-moi un café: https://www.buymeacoffee.com/Flow07

Three rejections. Three shattered dreams. That was Layla’s reality, all because she was different—a half-shifter in a world obsessed with purity. Ostracized, shunned, and finally sold off like a pawn to the most feared ruler alive—the Lycan King. He was ruthless, a king with a graveyard of brides, each one a ghostly reminder of a fate worse than death. Layla loathed him. Hated the way his gaze cold and fathomless, held no warmth for her. Hated how his touch, both thrilling and terrifying, sent an uninvited chill down her spine. --- “I hate you!” I screamed, hands clenched so tight my knuckles ached. He sighed, a smirk curling at the edge of his lips, his tone mocking as he closed his book with a deliberate snap. “Stressed, are we?” he asked, strolling toward me, each step reminding me exactly who held the power here. “Lucky for you,” he drawled, rolling up his sleeves as he stopped just inches away, “I know exactly 70 ways to ease those nerves.” His fingers brushed my cheek, a touch that seemed to burn into my skin. “The first… a hug.” His voice dropped to a rough whisper as he leaned in, breath hot against my ear. “And the rest... well, that's 69? what do you say about that?" I swallowed hard, my heart thudding wildly as he tilted his head, waiting for me to react, that insufferable smirk still in place. “What’s the matter, darling?” he murmured, a taunt lingering in his gaze. --- A Dangerous Obsession Can she resist the pull, or will she dance into the flames of her own destruction? A dark dive into obsession, raw need, and the razor’s edge between desire and devastation. --- LYCAN KING CASSIAN I will tear her apart piece by piece, feeding the wildfire that grips her with each shuddered breath. Like air to flame, I’ll claim every inch, drawing heat from her skin until it sinks into her bones. Her pulse will race under my hands, her breaths shallow, pleading. Her eyes may scream, but her lips will still murmur my name. That first taste of fear will only feed something deeper—a need that burns through her veins, molten and fierce. And just when she’s too far gone to turn back, I’ll twist the knife, giving her the pain she’s learned to crave. She’ll be the moth to my flame, helpless against the very thing that will consume her.

"You need to let me go, or we might end up opening your wound," she said. "I am not letting you go this time ", he murmured. "Am right here " She looked up to see his face. His eyes were drowsy as he stared back. His hand slipped to her face, caressing her right cheek. "You're cold ", he breathed. "Sort of " His fingers moved to touch her lips, slightly parting them. Not moving an inch she let him continue. Then, ascending to her nose, tracing upwards to her eyes. But then he came back to her lips, lingering there. "Something wrong with my lips ?" She asked. "I want to kiss them" he replied. "Oh..." She whispered. "Should I ?" his gaze didn't shift from her lips as he inches closer to her face. She wanted to move away but something held her in place. "You're not moving away" his breath brushed over her nose. "Should I?" mimicked. He smiled, caressing his face against hers. "No, stay still" he replied. Vera did as she was told; Alec's lips touched the tip of her nose and then descended to her lips, softly pressing down on them, like he was testing her, still not sure if she wanted it. And when she didn't, he pecked her again. She closed her eyes as he bent lower this time fully kissing her, taking his time tasting every corner of her lips. "Vera " he pecked her again. "Kiss me ", she suggested, holding his neck, not letting him move away. And he did, this time passionately opening up her mouth to his pleasure. His tongue clashed with hers as her body responded to his assault on her. Deeper and deeper, they drowned in their kiss until she pulled away, gasping for air. "You're okay ?" he asked. "Mmm", she muttered. He chuckled and exchanged their positions, pinning her down on him. "Don't move, or you will hurt yourself ", she grumbled. "Am fine " he went on. Placing her hands around his neck, he kissed her again, nipping on her lower lip. ....... In a desperate need to pay off her father's debts, Verana decided to get married. But things don't go as planned and she ends up married to a stranger ,one with a lot of secrets.

Warning: {Matured content} Before I knew it, he lifted me, setting me on his lap. I tried to move away, but his hold was firm. My pulse quickened as I felt his hands slowly move around my waist. The breath I took next was shaky. "Is that your heart beating so fast, little mouse?" Tristan whispered. "Are you nervous?" His fingers slid downward to my inner thighs, and I held my breath. Heat seeped through my veins, causing an ache between my thighs. I sucked in a gasp as his nails dragged over the heat of my inner thighs. I slowly closed my eyes, leaning back into him. Cool air kissed between my legs. "Say it aloud," he murmured. His face was inches from mine, and I could feel his warm breath on my neck. "What?" I asked, my breath ragged. "I know you want me inside you. Say it." .... Cover image belongs to me.

HEED MY ADVICE, TO ALL WHO WILL LISTEN, THE FURY OF A WOMAN WHO LIVES ON REVENGE, EVEN IN THE FACE OF DEATH, IS A RECKONING THAT SPARES NO ONE. The Dukedom Heiress Luella Van-Rensselaer thought that by doing everything her family needed, she would have the beautiful and loving family she had always wanted. However, she ends up getting betrayed by her own twin sister and her fiancé. Having gotten fed up with her family and how badly they had put her through, Luella wishes for death, which her sister gives to her as she ends up dying in the hands of her sister and fiancé. Finally, finding the peace she had always wanted, she wakes up to when she was eighteen (18) years old as the funeral service of her father. And now filled with nothing but rage and memories of her past, she now aims to destroy the entire dukedom with its name. The Van-Rensselaer dukedom will end WITH her and BY her. ~+~ A MAN WHO LOVES HIS WOMAN WITH NO POWER OR WEALTH IS NOTHING BUT A DREAMER; BUT A MAN WHO LOVES HIS WOMAN WITH POWER AND WEALTH IS A PROTECTOR, WORTHY TO BE BY HER SIDE. And that was what Grand Duke Ozed Rhinelander was. A man who went to war for his woman, accumulated wealth for his woman, lives for his woman. And he would kill for his woman. When Luella decides to take revenge on her family, she goes to one person she fully trusts. ~+~ ~Fragment~ "Do you want this?" His voice was low, almost a growl, but there was a hint of something else beneath — something that made her heart skip a beat. She swallowed hard, her throat dry. The question hung in the air between them, heavy and tangible. "I… I don't know," She finally answered, her voice barely above a whisper. His lips curled into a smirk, a slow, dangerous smile that sent shivers down her spine. "Liar" he murmured, his voice a deep rumble that vibrated through her. "You want this. You want me." She opened her mouth to protest, to deny it, but he didn't give her a chance. His hand shot out, gripping her chin roughly, forcing her to look up at him. "Do you want me to prove it?" He asked, his voice dripping with challenge. ~+~ Tags: #Revenge #Strongfemalelead, #norape, #reincarnation, #Fakeidentity, #EdwardianEra, #VampireRomance #Smut #Supernaturalpowers #magic #darkfantasy #long-distance pining (The main characters are aware of each other's feelings but can't be physically be together yet. IN THE BEGINNING CHAPTERS). ~+~ Cover is mine. DO NOT USE ____ @AR

In a bustling café filled with aroma of fresh coffee and the murmur of conversations, Liza and Daniel find themeselves drawn to each other through fleeting eye contact and shy smiles. Everyday, they exchange stolen glances, each too nervous to bridge the gap and start a conversation. Their silent connection grows stronger with every passing moment, creating a sweet torture of unspoken feelings. One fateful day, Daniel gathers the courage to approach Liza, turning their quiet admiration into a chance for something real. "Stolen Glances" is a heartwarming tale of how the smallest gestures can lead to the most profound connections, and how lovw often begins with just a look.

“Tell me what type of men you like then hmm?“ He murmured against her ear in a dark seductive growl his lips brushing her against her skin Making Alice shiver as she whispered “Definitely not you” but the desire in her voice and her body reaction betrayed her word's. Jermin smirked, sensing her body reaction even as she fought it. His grip tightened pulling her closer until every inch of her body was molded under his..“You can pretend all you want but your body never lies to me” He whispered seductively his voice husky with desire... His hands roamed every inch of her body making her breath hitch She knew she shouldn't be here at the very least not in the same bed with him,,she had vowed never to have anything to do with this dangerous and ruthless man yet, here she was unable to resist his burning gaze..deep down she knew this wasn't right...He was never supposed to be part of her plan...let alone her bed, He was a dangerous obstacle blocking her path to revenge. A Mafia Boss and number one CEO whose power and influence could unravel everything she had meticulously built.. Being close to him wasn't just reckless but very risky.. Three years ago she had fled Seattle betrayed and nearly killed.... Alice Willson was once a naive young woman, betrayed by those she trusted most. Her father, driven by greed, married her off to a man who despised her, while her stepsister, Sherlin, and stepmother schemed behind her back. The final blow came when Alice discovered her husband's affair with Sherlin and their dark plan to take her life and that of her unborn child. Heartbroken and abandoned, Alice narrowly escaped, disappearing without a trace. Three years later, Alice returns. No longer the vulnerable girl she once was, she’s now a powerful woman determined to get a foothold in Seattle, take back the two things her mother left behind now in the hands of the Willson's, establish her business and find the truth behind the mystery surrounding the birth of her child. But Seattle isn’t ready for Alice’s return, and neither is Jermin Hunt the ruthless mafia boss and feared CEO who finds himself drawn to her dangerous allure. Known for his cold heart and ruthless ways, Jermin doesn’t believe in weakness... until Alice enters his world. As they circle each other in a dangerous game of power and desire, Alice must confront the secrets of her past, navigate treacherous alliances, and decide if she can trust the man who could either help her reclaim everything or destroy it all. Just when things heat up, Robert Smith appears a man who claims that Alice belongs to him, bound by a secret marriage from birth. He’s ready to tear her away from Jermin, insisting she exists solely because of him. Caught between two powerful men, Alice must navigate a web of deception, power, and secrets. But in this game of love, desires and revenge, who will truly own her heart and who will be left standing?..

Víctor era un hombre normal de 21 años, creció en una familia cariñosa que lo ayudaba a cuidarse sabiendo que tenía una enfermedad prácticamente incurable, la sangre RH nula, era poseedor de un tipo de sangre raro... Pero lo que Víctor no sabía, es que este tipo de sangre era un manjar en el mundo sobrenatural, criaturas que se alimentaban de sangre adoraban su tipo de sangre... Y esa sangre que él odiaba sería el factor que convertiría a Víctor en el vampiro más grande de todos los tiempos. —¿En serio? —dijo Víctor—. No puedo creerlo. —Te lo digo en serio —responde su amigo Felipe—, eres una especie de leyenda viviente. —Bueno, eso no me hace sentir mejor en absoluto —murmuró Víctor entre dientes. —Quizás no, pero —Felipe pone su mano en el hombro de Víctor— al menos ahora tienes un propósito en la vida.

"Let me take a look." The handsome professor, with his broad shoulders and powerful muscles, lifted me effortlessly and placed me on the desk. His strong hands gently lowered the strap of my uniform to examine the bruise from training. "Helanie! Why do you always end up hurt?" His voice grew husky, sending a shiver down my spine as I struggled to catch my breath. I had to remind myself that he’s my professor... and my stepbrother. I shouldn’t be seduced by his touch. "If anyone bullies you again, come to my office and I will deal with them," he murmured, his beautiful eyes locking onto mine. Despite knowing he’s forbidden, I couldn’t help but wonder—should I tell him about the mate bond I felt the night he was drunk? .. When her parents rejected each other, Helanie went from being her daddy's angel to a neglected and forgotten child. But on her eighteenth birthday, things took a dark turn. When her body went into heat, she attracted a group of alphas. Instead of rescuing her, her secret alpha boyfriend ran away. That night changed Helanie’s life forever. Accused of consenting to the attack, she was sentenced to execution by her own pack. Desperate, she fled, determined to find her mother. What she didn’t expect was to find her mother preparing to marry a rogue king with four dangerously handsome and beastly sons. Things turn even darker when she felt a mate bond with her bully stepbrothers, will she be able to escape their claws or their seduction will ruin her life to next extremes? .. Facebook - Alexis Dee

"Just 365 days with me," he murmured. "Pretend to be my wife, and I’ll help you destroy your ex. Oh, and there’s a bonus.” He leaned in, his breath hot against her neck, sending shivers through her. “W—what bonus?” she stammered. “Good, hot sex,” he whispered, his teeth grazing her ear. “You get to be in my bed for a whole year, Sophie. Count yourself lucky. And I’ll make him regret ever calling you heavy, classless, and boring in bed. When I’m done with you, he won’t recognize the stunning woman in front of him—because you’ll be on every man’s wish list, including his.” When her husband’s betrayal shattered her, she didn’t expect salvation to come in the form of her dangerously charming boss—a man notorious for replacing women like a revolving door. His proposition was simple: one year as his fake wife, and in return, he’d help her get revenge on the man who humiliated her. The rules were clear: no emotions, no strings, just mutual gain. But as her boss transforms her into the ultimate temptation, and sparks she never anticipated begin to fly, her ex reappears, begging for another chance and unraveling shocking truths, she’s forced to make a life-altering decision.

When Merlin went on a trip with her friends to a tourist destination, they came across a serene lake with calm and crystal-clear waters. While she was deeply engrossed in admiring the lake, one of her friends playfully pushed her, causing her to fall into the water. Unable to swim, she sank deeper and deeper, with no one coming to her aid. Her vision grew blurry and eventually faded to darkness. When she regained consciousness, she was shocked to find herself in an unfamiliar place. The surroundings were filled with ancient, old-fashioned buildings reminiscent of a bygone era. "Where am I?" Merlin murmured in shock, her eyes darting around the strange environment.

In a world where Lycans and werewolves are sworn enemies, Eve Valmont is a werewolf cursed by a prophecy and framed. Betrayed by her own pack and imprisoned for years, her fate takes a darker twist when she is offered to the Lycan King, Hades Stavros—a ruler feared for his ruthless conquests and deadly prowess. Bound by an ancient prophecy and haunted by the ghosts of her past, Eve is now at the mercy of the one being she should hate and fear the most—The Hand of Death himself. Hades, a king carved from blood and his own soul's decay, determined to avenge his family's slaughter and rid his people of the werewolves. He believes Eve is the key to his victory. To him, she is nothing but weapon foretold by prophecy, a tool he will wield to destroy the opposing forces threatening his pack. Yet, he finds himself craving this powerful yet broken woman. Leaving him questioning if she is truly his weapon or the one destined to unravel his carefully laid plans. *** He stalked toward me, a predator closing in on its prey, his eyes dark and unreadable. "So, you laugh?" His voice was low, dangerously soft, making the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. I swallowed hard, suddenly aware of how difficult it had become to breathe. "Hades, I—" "But you only laugh at other men's jokes," he interrupted, his gaze piercing, devoid of any humor. "Not your husband's." The accusation in his tone was sharp, slicing through the air between us. A nervous chuckle escaped me. "You can't be serious... He’s your beta, for Goddess’ sake." In an instant, he closed the distance between us, so fast it left me breathless. His hands gripped my waist, pulling me flush against his body, the heat of him making my skin tingle. I gasped, but before I could say a word, his lips crashed onto mine, claiming my mouth with a force that sent shockwaves through me. The kiss was punishing, hungry—I couldn't breathe, couldn't think. When he finally pulled back, I was trembling, my chest heaving as I struggled to regain my breath. His eyes, dark and stormy, searched mine with a possessive intensity. "You can’t laugh at my jokes..." he whispered, his voice a dangerous rasp as his fingers trailed lower, sending a shiver down my spine, "but you’ll come with my fingers." I shivered, heat pooling low in my belly at his words, his touch. The world around us blurred, fading into nothing as his hand slipped lower, drawing a ragged gasp from my lips. The look in his eyes told me he knew exactly what he was doing to me, and there was no denying the primal connection between us in that moment. "I don’t need your laughter," he murmured against my skin, his breath hot on my neck. "I’ll have every other part of you instead." **** Dark fantasy romance Morally Grey ML Angst Suspense ENEMIES to lovers Smut (like sprinkles on your ice cream)

“Can I trust that your feelings won't impact this?” he asked, staring at her with a menacing intensity. “I'm here for the job. You require someone to play a role, and I simply need payment. This is strictly a business deal. Let's both wear our brightest smiles," she replied, maintaining a serene expression not flinching a bit at the intensity of his stare. *** “What if a client develops feelings for you?” he inquired. Venessa's heart skipped a beat at his words but she was still able to maintain her composure. “My job forbids it, as long as I'm bound by the contract,” she murmured, just audible enough for him to hear. *** Vanessa, an ordinary college student, lands a job at an escort rental agency after losing her previous one in an unfortunate incident. There, she encounters Jayden, a successful CEO seeking a rental girlfriend who won't fall for him, as he's still enamoured with his celebrity partner. However, despite his intentions, Jayden ends up falling in love first because he can't help but fall for her charms. As their professional arrangement becomes increasingly complicated, both must grapple with their growing feelings and the boundaries of their business relationship. Will Jayden accept his newfound emotions, and will Venessa remain strictly professional or succumb to love? *** This book has a little element of fantasy as the male lead comes from a secret clan of immortals. Seat back a enjoy how mysteries are unravelled and our Ml and Fl fall in love.

Excerpt: “Come on, babe, let’s do it,” Alex murmured, his lips still brushing softly against hers. She pulled back slightly, her eyes locking with his. “Do you have it?” she asked, her voice steady, but her cheeks flushed. Alex paused, his lips hovering mid-air as confusion flickered in his gaze. He stared at her, trying to process. “condom,” she clarified, her face now turning even redder. ……… Daisy seeks revenge for her father’s murder, but falls in love with the mafia lord responsible. Pregnant and torn between love and vengeance, she must confront a devastating truth—and a deadly choice.

In a world where gods rule the skies and mortals suffer below, one maiden's defiance will ignite a war between realms-and hearts. Serena Arcane never asked to be chosen. Marked as one of six maidens sent to the fearful Sky Kingdom to wed its prince, she only wanted to protect her family from the wrath of the supernatural beings who see humans as pawns. But the moment she steps into their shimmering, dangerous world, it becomes clear the Sky Kingdom is not what it seems-and neither is its feared ruler, the Dark King Zade. Whispers of a deadly prophecy surround Serena, murmurs that she alone holds the power to unravel centuries of suffering. Yet her greatest threat-and temptation-lies in the golden-eyed king whose icy exterior conceals secrets darker than the abyss. He rules with cruelty, yet something about her stirs the embers of a long-extinguished fire within him. As tensions rise between mortal and god, Serena must navigate a court full of deceit, rivalries, and betrayals. Bound by fate but divided by hatred, she and Zade are forced into a dangerous dance where every step could mean their undoing-or the salvation of worlds. She vows to resist him. He swears to break her. But when a love this fierce burns, will it destroy them both? Bound to the Dark king is an intense high fantasy romance story packed with action, suspense and the thrill that will keep you glued till the very end. This is a standalone.

Amidst the eerie silence of an unfamiliar hall, a cacophony of confused voices rose, mingling in a chorus of bewilderment. "Where are we?" "What happened?" "I thought I died!" Each utterance hung in the air, a testament to the collective disbelief gripping the room. As the haze of confusion lifted, disjointed memories surfaced, fragments of lives cut short by tragedy. "I remember... I was stabbed..." ventured one voice, echoed by another's affirmation of a similar fate. "I... I died in a plane crash," muttered a third, only to be met with a stunned agreement from a fellow survivor. Amidst the chaos of bewildered voices, one man stood apart, his expression a mask of contemplation amidst the turmoil. As his companions recounted their brushes with death, his mind churned with questions, each more confounding than the last. "I got shot... I remember it vividly," he murmured to himself, his voice barely audible above the din. "So how am I still here?" The enigma of their shared resurrection gnawed at him, compelling him to seek answers in the depths of his memories. With each revelation of a paired demise—a male and female, bound by the same tragic fate—a flicker of recognition ignited within him. "This... this seems familiar," he mused, the pieces of a puzzle slowly coalescing in his mind. But the picture remained incomplete, obscured by the fog of uncertainty that shrouded their surroundings. As the words "pairs, pairs, pairs" echoed in his mind like a cryptic mantra, a sudden realization struck him with the force of a revelation. "It can't be... don't tell me..." he whispered, his voice trembling with disbelief. With a sense of urgency, he began to scan his surroundings, searching for any sign or clue that could confirm his suspicions. Then, as if guided by an unseen force, his gaze shifted upwards, and there, bathed in an ethereal light, stood an angelic figure with golden apparel, its gaze fixed upon him with a warm smile. The sight took his breath away, filling him with a mixture of awe and trepidation. The man's heart raced as faced a real angel, his mind struggling to comprehend the surreal encounter unfolding before him. The angel's words, spoken with an air of amusement, only deepened the enigma shrouding their meeting. "I never expected anyone to notice me," the angel remarked, a hint of playfulness in its voice. "I was concealing my presence to let everyone fully calm down, but to think someone noticed me. Just who are you?" Ethan's disbelief and confusion intensified at the angel's question. "Eh... Ethan Rivers," he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper. As Aurelia, the angel, finally revealed himself to the bewildered assembly, a hush fell over the room, each soul drawn in by his radiant presence and commanding aura. Ethan's gaze lingered on Aurelia. "Greetings, lost souls," Aurelia declared, his voice resonating with a majestic power that seemed to fill the very air around them. "I am Aurelia, and I shall be your guide to your new life." As Aurelia extended his arms in a gesture of welcome, Ethan felt a surge of rage and hesitation, "This it bad, really bad."

She hadn’t expected to be cornered like this, not here, not now. His tall frame loomed over her, blocking any escape as he stood inches from her, pinning her to the wall with his presence alone. His hand rested just above her head, his fingers brushing the cool surface of the locker, creating a barrier that trapped her in place. Her breath caught, her heart thundering in her chest as she realized how little space was left between them. His eyes were dark, full of something she couldn’t decipher but desperately wanted to understand. He stared at her, not saying anything at first, just letting the silence stretch between them. She could feel her pulse race, her face flushing, her body frozen, even though she wanted to push him away. “What are you going to do about it?” he asked, his voice smooth, teasing, and filled with a challenge. There was something in the way he spoke, something that made her stomach twist with a mixture of confusion and excitement. She opened her mouth to say something—anything—but the words wouldn’t come. Her hands hung at her sides, unsure whether to push against his chest or hold herself back. She couldn’t tell if she wanted him to step closer or if she just wanted to run far away from the intensity that radiated from him. “Stop…” she murmured, but the word felt too weak, too powerless against the gravity pulling them together. “What do you want from me?” His lips curled into a small, almost predatory smile. “I want you to stop pretending you don’t feel it,” he said softly, his gaze never leaving hers. His closeness was suffocating, but in the most intoxicating way. The tension between them was palpable, like a storm ready to break. She could feel the heat of his body against hers, could hear the steady rhythm of his breathing as if they were the only two people in the world. She wanted to fight back, wanted to be strong and resist, but something in her—something deep inside—kept her rooted to the spot. He was her classmate, the guy everyone knew, the one with that effortless confidence that made all the girls swoon. And now here he was, making her feel things she wasn’t sure how to deal with. Her hands trembled, caught between pushing him away and giving in to the wild, dizzying pull she felt toward him. She was terrified, but there was also a spark of curiosity, of something she couldn’t quite control. “I’m not… ready for this,” she whispered, though her voice shook with uncertainty. “I don’t even know what you’re doing.” He didn’t answer right away, his gaze softening just enough to let her know that he was listening, that he wasn’t in a rush. He leaned in slightly, his breath brushing against her cheek. “I think you do,” he murmured. “You just don’t want to admit it yet.” Amidst the whirlwind of school friendships, and the pressure. Can anyone dare to be open to the possibility with someone who seems so unreachable?

Anna is a girl capable of controlling time ever since she lost her parents. However, by using her powers recklessly, she ended up being adopted and exploited by a corrupt noble family, pushing her body’s health to its absolute limit. To Anna’s surprise, a boy with an unknown identity offered her something she can no longer remember. That’s because, to her astonishment, she was sent back in time to the moment she first arrived at the orphanage, granting her a second chance. Her friends—those she hadn’t seen again since being taken in by that family—were now standing in front of her once more. With that, Anna gained the resolve that if this wasn’t just a dream… she wouldn’t repeat her past mistakes. Despite her lingering fear of using her powers, Anna is determined to live this second life in a way that truly matters, forming bonds with friends who will stand by her side as she faces the chaos of a world shaped by magic and the political ambitions of a selfish few. ◇◆◇ Chapter 7 - A Risky Move Anna stood across from Darius, the most respected and calculating player in the room. They had tied four times in a row, something no one had ever seen before. “I’ll raise the stakes,” Darius said with a cold smile, pushing a massive pile of chips to the center of the table. The dealer turned to Anna: “You must match the bet, or you’ll lose automatically.” Anna hesitated, glancing at her dwindling pile of chips. She was out of money. The murmurs of the spectators grew louder. Finally, the dealer offered her a way out: “You can play on credit, but if you lose, you’ll have to pay it back—with interest… or face more serious consequences.” Anna swallowed hard. She knew continuing was a massive risk, especially since exhaustion was creeping up on her. But Leo’s words echoed in her mind, urging her to keep going. She looked at the dealer and, with unwavering determination, declared: “I accept. I’ll double the bet.” Silence fell over the room as the game resumed. Anna used her ability to rewind time and fix every mistake she made. But with each use of her power, the fatigue took a heavier toll. The minutes ticked by, and when she finally scored a perfect 21, leaving her opponent in the dust, her body couldn’t take any more. “Anna wins,” the dealer announced. But before Anna could celebrate, her vision blurred, and she collapsed in front of everyone, leaving the room in complete shock.

"Martial Arts World..." Death murmured, shocked by the turn of the events. How could he, primordial being of the afterlife, get tricked by a mere human? Not just a mere human, but also earthling, race that was weakest of the twenty realms. Death realized the extent of his mistake. An earthling had just jumped into the river of the reincarnation, where he definitely didn't belong. It was too late. The damage has been done. The matter was now out of his hands. "Kiernan Hunter..." ... Remake of the Martial Arts System, and while the concept stays the same, the story is completely different. A few names, etc, stays the same, but mostly whole new story. I've wanted to do this for a while, and now I had finally motivation to do it.

It was Micha's first suspicion that the rumors her college friends were telling about her lover might actually be true. Even though she was doubtful at first, endless questions began to creep into her thoughts. However, nothing could have prepared her for what happened when she witnessed it firsthand: So Hyung, her boyfriend, hugging and kissing Hea. Her heart was broken into a million pieces by the sight. She felt as though she had lost her sight from despair and had become mute as the world around her appeared to collapse. She got back home and made her way into her bedroom feeling confused. Tears were falling down her face, uncontrollably, and she fell onto her bed. She was in excruciating pain in her heart, and every cry she let out made her body hurt even more. Micha struggled to accept the truth of what she had seen and felt completely destroyed by the betrayal. All she could do was lie there, tears mixing with the murmurs of her dashed hopes, her once-bright world now black and chilly. She think ,"How can I ever forget him when I once considered him my love and felt he was my entire world? The memories of us together are etched so deeply in my heart. Can I truly live in this world without him? The thought of moving on feels impossible, and the emptiness he left behind seems unbearable. Will I ever find the strength to heal and the courage to face each new day without him by my side?................"

I CANT HELP FALLING FOR YOU, YOU'VE UNRAVELED ME IN WAYS I NEVER THOUGHT POSSIBLE. Natasha was a 24 year old lady, just like every other woman struggling to go through another day in peace. But her life took a wild turn when she met Drogen, a mysterious grim reaper cursed with immortality. A meeting that started with fear and death soon transforms into a sweet, passionate and beautiful love experience that neither of them could resist. She finds herself helplessly falling in love with this mysterious being, a being that she can never have. Drogen has lived for centuries without purpose, his only wish is to end his everlasting life, but his cold heart starts to soften when he met her, she unraveled emotions in him he never believed he could feel, but they later discoveres that she might be the one destined to end his life. Refusing to let fate tear them apart, Drogen fights to overcome the forces working against them, determined to protect Natasha. What begins as a tale of tragedy takes readers on an emotional rollercoaster filled with twists, danger, and heartbreak, only to reveal a hopeful and fulfilling ending. This captivating story promises a happy conclusion despite its turbulent journey. So buckle up and prepare for a passionate, spellbinding romance between a grim reaper and a human who defy the odds to be together. Excerpt: Drogen's expression softened as he stared down at her lips, a rare glimpse of raw desire shining in his eyes. "You know," he began, his voice dropping to a whisper, "I've been desperately wanting to do this since you hugged me." Before she could protest, his lips claimed hers, soft but insistent, catching her completely off guard. Her breath hitched as his tongue teased hers, coaxing a response. She froze for a moment, her heart racing wildly, but as his warmth enveloped her, she gave in, kissing him back. Her hesitation melted away as his touch deepened, slow and gentle, yet ignited sparks through her whole being. His hands found her waist, pulling her closer until there was no space left between them. She gasped softly when she felt his bulge pressed hard against her, her cheeks heating in response. He didn't seem to care—if anything, it turned him on even more. His grip tightened as though he couldn't get enough of her, his kisses growing bolder, more demanding, yet still carrying an undeniable tenderness. Her fingers gripped his shirt for balance, holding on as the intensity of his touch left her breathless. He kissed her like he was savoring her, like every second mattered, and it sent a thrill through her. Every brush of his lips, every press of his body against hers, made her forget where she was. All she could feel was him. Finally, he pulled back, their foreheads resting together as they tried to catch their breath. His voice was low and rough, full of longing. "You're driving me crazy, Nat." Her lips were still tingling from his kisses as she met his gaze, her own voice trembling but steady. "Then don't stop." His dark eyes blazed with desire, and a faint smile touched his lips. "You don't know what you're asking for," he murmured, his hand slipping lower, his touch firm yet careful, as if she might disappear if he wasn't careful. "Maybe I do," she whispered, a small smile playing on her lips despite the way her heart pounded in her chest. Something in his expression softened, but the hunger in his eyes remained. She had undone him completely, and for once, he didn't want to fight it. Whatever this was, he wasn't letting go, and neither was she. TRIGGER WARNING: This book contains R18 scenes, not recommended for teens under 18 years.

Dans un monde en déclin, où les vestiges d’espoir s’effacent et où la confiance n’est plus qu’un murmure oublié, un jeune homme se tient à la croisée des chemins. Il ne cherche pas de héros, ni de miracles, mais une vérité : celle de sa propre identité. Déchiré entre le poids d’un passé brisé, fugace et un futur incertain, il entreprend une quête extraordinaire, semée d’épreuves, de doutes, et de révélations bouleversantes. À travers les ruines d’une civilisation qui a perdu foi en elle-même, il explore les profondeurs de ce que signifie être humain. Quels souvenirs façonnent nos âmes ? Que sommes nous sans ces derniers ? Qu’est-ce qui donne un sens à notre existence lorsque tout semble s’effondrer ? Et jusqu’où sommes-nous prêts à aller pour retrouver ceux que nous avons perdus ? Plongez dans une odyssée introspective et épique, où chaque pas est une bataille contre soi-même et le monde, où la lumière vacille mais refuse de s’éteindre. Car même dans les ténèbres les plus profondes, il subsiste toujours une lueur pour qui ose la chercher. Un periple dont le but est la lumiere.

"Hold on..." The rustling of falling clothes magnifies under the silence of the night. Lying in the midst of torn corpses and bloody soil the couple entwines under the moon. Protected only by the clothes spread out beneath her the young woman shivers. Feeling the touch of his slippery tongue running across the curve of her back. "Wait." She murmurs... "I can't." The man answers as callused hands slip into the fabrics of her dress. It's not that, she tries but unable to express. "They're... watching..." The man laughs instead, "is this another way for you to reject me?" No. That's not it the young woman thought as she listens to the voices overhead. "Hey! Move over, I can't see!" "See?! What are you watching!? Roll to the side, she's my representative!" "Shut up! I can't hear the sounds!!" "Calm down everyone." Tears gather at the corner of her eyes as the young lady listen to the conversation above. Biting on her lips she really wanted to shout to the sky, "you shameless deities!! Stop watching!!!"

“An illegitimate child will always be an outsider.” For Yu Lixue, life in the Yu family was one of endless humiliation. As the unwanted daughter with no mother to defend her, she was treated like a pawn, used, ignored, and discarded. Her talents—her paintings, her songs—were stolen by her stepmother and conniving half-sister, who claimed them as their own. Her life was a series of shadows and silence, living under their lies. But when her half-sister fled an arranged marriage with Mo Ran, a powerful but reclusive man, the family forced Lixue to take her place. Once again, her wishes were disregarded. Her marriage to Mo Ran was cold, distant—another prison she had no choice but to endure. Until the night she died in a mysterious accident, her pleas for justice buried along with her. Yet fate gave her a second chance. Reborn into the same world that betrayed her, Lixue returns with a vow: she will take back everything they stole—her art, her voice, her freedom. And when she reenters her marriage with Mo Ran, he surprises her with a proposition: he will help her get revenge against those who wronged her. But Lixue is wary. Why is this man, who barely showed her any warmth before, now offering to stand by her side? As they plot against the Yu family, Lixue realizes that Mo Ran has his own reasons for revenge. Their alliance begins to blur the line between ally and enemy, and she questions whether he’s truly on her side or if he has his own hidden agenda. In a world filled with deceit and betrayal, Yu Lixue must decide: will she risk trusting her husband, or will she forge her own path to reclaim what’s hers, no matter the cost? Excerpt: Lixue stared down at the steaming bowl of soup on the table, blinking in surprise. Mo Ran placed it before her with a steady hand, his usual calm expression softened just slightly by a flicker of something unreadable in his eyes. She tried to catch his gaze, but he’d already turned away, busying himself with the teapot. “Why are you…?” she murmured, glancing between the bowl and him, her voice trailing off. He looked up, meeting her eyes with a hint of amusement. “Why am I what?” She fumbled for words, her cheeks warming. “Why are you…being so nice to me?” A small smile played on his lips, barely there but just enough to leave her heart fluttering. “Is it so strange for a husband to be kind to his wife?” She opened her mouth to reply, but nothing came out. The Mo Ran she remembered from her past life had been as cold as winter, never sparing her a second glance. This new version of him, warm and considerate, left her feeling…confused. “Eat,” he said, his voice soft. “You didn’t eat much at breakfast.” She nodded, taking the spoon with a slight tremor in her fingers. The soup was rich, comforting—something she would have loved as a child. The warmth of it melted away a part of her guardedness, leaving her strangely vulnerable. As she set down her spoon, she glanced at him again, still puzzled. “What’s gotten into you, Mo Ran?” “…” “Let’s just say I want to spoil you my darling..” Update- paused- To resume on the 13th.

However, Qiao Yu's departure did not make Bo Hanshi give up the search. He began to frantically search for a woman named Qiao Yu, and his voice, his appearance, and even his personality began to change. He no longer just needs someone like Qiao Yu, he has to find her, it can only be her. He muttered to himself: "Qiao Yu, come back, I am willing to repeat the mistakes of the past, this time, you can play me to death." His world has lost its color, and only thoughts and regrets for Qiao Yu remain.However, six years have passed by like a fleeting breath, and everything has undergone earth-shaking changes. Qiao Yu, from that high-ranking young lady, has become a single mother. Life has pushed her to the edge of food and clothing. Her face no longer has the smile of the past, only humbleness and loneliness remain. And Bo Hanshi has transformed from a humble talented man into a man of the hour on the Forbes rich list. His eyes still have that loneliness, but they are more dignified and unparalleled domineering. When they met again, Bao Hanshi's eyes were scarlet. He leaned against Qiao Yu's ear and said bitterly: "Qiao Yu, thanks to you, I am where I am today." His voice was full of hatred. Meaning and self-deprecation. Qiao Yu raised her head and bit her lower lip to hold back the tears in her eyes. There was a trace of fearlessness in her smile: "Then Mr. Bo should thank me. If it weren't for me, Qiao Yu, Mr. Bo would still be the poor boy with nothing. " As time passed, their relationship became more complicated. Bo Hanshi pushed her into the corner, with anger and pain in his eyes: "Qiao Yu, how dare you marry someone else and have children?" But there was only deep despair in Qiao Yu's eyes. In the end, Qiao Yu chose to walk towards the vast and deep sea and jumped down. She said: "In Baohan, I gave this life to you. Now, I don't owe you any more." At that moment, her figure disappeared at the end of the sea, leaving only Baohan's cry and pain. However, Qiao Yu's departure did not make Bo Hanshi give up searching. He began to search frantically for a woman named Qiao Yu. His voice, his appearance, and even his personality began to change. He no longer just needs someone like Qiao Yu, he has to find her, and it can only be her. He murmured to himself: "Qiao Yu, please come back. I am willing to make the same mistakes again. This time, you can kill me." His world has lost its color, leaving only his longing and regret for Qiao Yu.

A high ceiling, adorned with intricate carvings and fanciful decor. A warm golden light passing through stained glass highlighting the beauty of justice and righteous valour- a contrast to the maleficent beings that would often face this light- illuminates the room. Upon a raised dais, there is a displeased king, and by his side, stern-faced nobles and court officials stare down menacingly at the accused. Below these extinguished figures, bounded by chains and covered in grime, was a six-year-old girl. "Ixion Akastos Vespera" "In the presence of our sovereign King and the noble dukes of this great nation, you are summoned to answer for the grave crimes alleged against you. The entire house of Vespera, your family and lineage, has been wrongfully slain by a treacherous prisoner of theirs. We have reason to believe you have conspired with the ungrateful fiend, betraying your own blood and committing treason against our liege. How do you answer? Are you guilty or not guilty of this heinous crime?" "Not guilty." "Not guilty? Very well. You shall-" "I killed them myself. Not the dragon, only I." Murmurs erupted among the usually unperturbed high-class nobles. "Is it not according to law that a bloodline inheritor may kill all other potential heirs? As for my unfortunate mother, she was merely an unintended mishap." °°° Alexandra Chase, among a million others, found herself in a deadly game orchestrated by a supreme goddess to gain access to another world. Unfortunately, her life in this new world won't be any softer than the one before it. Her drive is not only to survive but also to supersede those beings who stand above. The goddess's schemes are far deeper than she could imagine. She is granted talent, unlimited potential, and terrifying attunement to the world itself with her new body, but many geniuses die young. Her most capable weapon is a concept many have yet to fathom- her soul.

"Being mated to the dreadful alpha was something I could’ve never imagined," Diva thought with a heavy sigh. "Ugh! Ahh!" she screamed, throwing a pillow across the room. "I’m so frustrated with everything right now," she muttered to herself. Her voice wavered with anger as she continued, "I never liked this man! And yet, that stupid soothsayer declared I’m mated to this unmerciful brute who kills over the slightest mistake." Her words were venomous, her frustration spilling into every corner of her room. She began tearing through her belongings, scattering clothes and breaking anything in her path. A loud bang came from the door, making her pause. "Diva!" Mikael’s firm voice cut through the silence. "You have to stop this nonsense and come back to your senses. Destiny doesn’t change just because you want it to." "Go away, Mikael!" Diva snapped, her voice cracking with desperation. "I hear you, loud and clear," Mikael replied with an edge of sarcasm. "But when you’re ready to stop acting like a child, don’t forget to call me. I’ll always be there, whether you like it or not." His tone softened slightly, but the sound of his footsteps walking away came swiftly after. Diva leaned her back against the door, sliding down to the floor as tears streamed down her cheeks. It felt like her whole world had been flipped upside down. She wiped at her face but couldn’t stop the sobs from breaking free. "Why him?" she whispered into the empty room. "Of all the people in the world, why did it have to be Derek?" Her mind raced with memories of Derek—the cold, piercing eyes that seemed to see through everyone, the air of authority that silenced even the boldest warriors, and the bloodstained rumors of his merciless reign. A knock came at the door again, softer this time. "Diva," Mikael’s voice was gentler now. "I know this isn’t easy for you. But running from it won’t change the truth. You need to face him. Talk to him. Maybe he’s not as bad as you think." She clenched her fists, her nails digging into her palms. "Not as bad as I think? You don’t know him, Mikael. You don’t know what he’s capable of." "And neither do you," Mikael replied. "Maybe it’s time you found out." The silence that followed was deafening. Diva closed her eyes, her head dropping to her knees. She wanted to scream, to protest, to demand a different fate. But deep down, she knew Mikael was right. "Why does it feel like my life has been sold off to the devil himself?" she murmured. Her thoughts were interrupted by a chilling gust of wind that swept through the open window. She froze, her eyes darting to the curtains billowing in the night air. For a moment, she felt as if she was being watched. "Destiny, huh?" she whispered bitterly, glancing at the reflection of her tear-streaked face in the shattered mirror across the room. "If this is my destiny, then fate has made a terrible mistake."

Être le défaut de la meute, c'est déjà assez mal. Être REJETÉE ? Par votre propre compagnon destiné ? Ouais. ÇA, c'est un tout nouveau niveau de bassesse. Ava Grey est le défaut de la meute, une changeuse de forme sans loup. Elle se débat dans la vie avec le vague rêve de liberté. Son opportunité survient quand elle est soudainement informée qu'elle assistera au Gala Lunaire, un bal annuel pour les jeunes adultes shifters afin de trouver leurs compagnons destinés. Et elle le trouve. Il est séduisant et intense, et ses baisers envoient du désir dans ses veines comme une drogue. Jusqu'à ce qu'il la REJETTE. Ava n'est pas prête à retourner à sa vie morne. Elle s'évade et forge une nouvelle identité loin de sa meute et loin de son compagnon alpha. Elle se fait de nouveaux amis et est même adoptée de force par un husky hilarant. Mais juste au moment où elle trouve le bonheur et s'installe dans sa nouvelle vie, des événements étranges commencent à se produire... Son husky cachait des secrets. Elle entend des murmures selon lesquels des meutes de shifters sont à sa recherche partout. Et elle peut sentir une odeur familière dans son appartement, ce qui n'a aucun sens... parce que l'homme à qui elle appartient l'a rejetée. [Participation au Cupids Quill de mars 2024] --------- Ceci est une romance métamorphe de loup avec de multiples déclencheurs qui aiment danser main dans la main avec tous les thèmes sombres à travers un champ de fleurs mortes. Dans ce livre, vous trouverez les sommets les plus hauts et les creux les plus bas. Riez, pleurez, ragez ; vous pouvez tout faire en suivant Ava dans le voyage plutôt périlleux d'être une changeuse de forme en cette génération de romance de loups-garous. Il y a des scènes R18 éparpillées dans ce livre comme des bonbons jaillissant d'une piñata. Merci de lire de manière responsable. ------- DISCORD DE L'AUTEUR : https://discord.com/invite/ApNZDux8kj

“These bedchambers have missed your scent.” His voice, low and rough, made her pulse quicken. Her fear surged, boundless, as he closed the stained glass doors behind him. “Please… let me go,” she pleaded, trembling as he pulled her close, his touch burning against her skin. “You fled this place while carrying my child. Why did you come back?” he murmured, his lips trailing down her neck as they had so many times before. “I… don’t know,” she managed, her voice barely a whisper. Luciana Mircea de Amanécer, princess of the Holy Empire that ruled the skies, had once lived in a world of beauty and privilege—a devoted father, joyful sisters, wealth, and a loving fiancé. Yet that life shattered with a single conversation. One day, her father appeared in her chambers, eyes solemn, bearing news that upended her world. “You will be married,” he said, but the name wasn’t that of the man she cherished. Instead, she was to be wed to the ruthless crown prince of the rival Demon Empire, an alliance forged to quell the simmering tensions between their kingdoms. “Father, please…” she begged. “My child,” he murmured, his voice heavy with regret. “It is your duty as the firstborn princess. This marriage will protect the realm… and your little sisters.” For the first time in her life, Luciana saw him bow to her, his plea wordless but clear. Yielding to her father’s desperate request, she accepted her fate. In a single day, she went from princess to wife, her dreams abandoned and her future reshaped. But the white wedding gown was soon stained crimson, marking her descent into a life she could never have anticipated. Could she learn to accept a man for whom compassion was an unfamiliar luxury, or would the love she had left behind rise to rescue her?