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A former heiress turned artist, and a high school teacher. People with no reason to meet, but somehow they do. Sick and tired of being set up on awful blind dates. Eve and Eric decide to get into a fake relationship to fool their loved ones. But pretty soon, what was supposed to be a convenient lie becomes more complicated. The two of them begin developing feelings for one another. But neither is aware that the feelings are mutual. To make things even worse, their toxic exes come back into their lives, and try to get back together with them. Now the two not only have to face their past. But they must also decide whether to turn their fake love into the real thing? Can Eve and Eric get over their past, and embrace their love. Or will their insecurities, and their scheming exes tear them apart?

``` *Romance Histórico de Queima Lenta* Lady Elise estava prestes a trocar pelo vestido que estava jogado no canto da sua cama quando ouviu uma batida suave vindo de sua porta. Curiosa, ela girou a maçaneta e viu um homem alto se impondo à sua frente. “Mestre Ian!” Ela chamou. Ian sorriu com o sorriso maroto de sempre que ele sempre usava. Seus olhos carmesins percorreram o quarto dela e avistaram o vestido preto sobre a sua cama e direcionaram o olhar para a mulher à sua frente. Ele deu um passo à frente e falou. “Onde você conseguiu esse vestido?” “O Sr. Harland me deu.” Lady Elise respondeu e esticou o pescoço para ver as sobrancelhas de Ian se unindo em sua elegância. “Você sabe por que um homem adoraria dar um vestido a uma mulher?” Ele fez um enigma que ela sempre tinha que pensar duas vezes antes de responder. Mas dessa vez, ela não encontrou resposta e, em vez disso, balançou a cabeça. “Não sei.” Seu sorriso se tornou encantador como se algo tivesse despertado no profundo dos olhos escarlates que ele tinha. Ele lentamente deslizou sua mão pela gola do vestido dela, enviando um arrepio frio que a assustou por um momento devido a sua temperatura congelante. Depois de desabotoar os dois primeiros botões na gola, ele inclinou sua cabeça para baixo, sussurrando em seu ouvido. “Porque eles querem ser os primeiros a despir o tecido.” Ele pausou e beijou seu pescoço, tornando a pele pálida em vermelho antes de retrair seu movimento para arrumar o olhar sobre ela e respondeu de forma despreocupada. “Infelizmente, você não pode vestir o vestido ali com isso.” Ele riu e passou uma caixa para as mãos dela. “E a notícia boa é que preparei um vestido para você.” Lady Elise era uma garota amaldiçoada que podia ver fantasmas. Sua família a odiava e a jogava de uma família adotiva para outra. No entanto, a desgraça não agia sozinha. Quando ela foi criada por sua tia, foi vendida como escrava. Quando pensou que se tornaria nada mais do que um sacrifício ao feiticeiro, foi salva por um homem cuja identidade era muito diferente de um ser mitológico normal. *** Este livro é ORIGINAL e não é uma Tradução Junte-se ao discord do Autor(a): https://discord.gg/YPKueb4 ```

*Novela de Fantasía Histórica de Amor Lento* Elisa estaba a punto de cambiarse el vestido que yacía sobre la esquina de su cama, cuando oyó un golpe suave procedente de su puerta. Curiosa, giró la perilla de la puerta solo para encontrarse con un hombre alto erguido frente a ella. —¡Señor Ian! —lo llamó. Ian sonrió con la acostumbrada sonrisa maliciosa que siempre usaba. Sus ojos carmesíes se pasearon un poco por su habitación y detectaron el vestido negro sobre su cama y luego desviaron la mirada hacia la mujer que tenía delante. Dio un paso adelante y habló. —¿Dónde conseguiste ese vestido? —Me lo dio el Señor Harland —respondió Elisa y estiró su cuello para ver cómo se fruncían las cejas de Ian en su elegancia. —¿Sabes por qué a un hombre le encantaría regalarle un vestido a una mujer? —él planteó el acertijo que siempre la hacía pensar dos veces antes de responder. Pero esta vez, no encontró respuesta y en su lugar negó con la cabeza—. No sé. Su sonrisa se volvió cautivadora, como si algo se hubiera agitado profundamente dentro de los ojos escarlata que tenía. Lentamente deslizó su mano sobre el cuello de su vestido, enviando un escalofrío frío que la sobresaltó por un momento debido a su baja temperatura. Después de desabotonar los primeros dos botones en su cuello, inclinó su cabeza hacia abajo, susurrándole al oído. —Porque desean ser ellos quienes quiten la tela. Hizo una pausa y besó su cuello, tiñendo la piel pálida de rojo antes de retractar su movimiento para fijar su vista en ella y responder con calma. —Desafortunadamente, no puedes ponerte el vestido de allí con esto —se rió entre dientes y le pasó una caja a su mano—. Y la buena noticia es que te he preparado un vestido. Elisa era una niña maldita que podía ver fantasmas. Su familia la odiaba y la lanzaba de una familia adoptiva a otra. Sin embargo, la desgracia no actuaba sola. Cuando la crió su tía, fue vendida como esclava. Cuando pensó que no sería nada más que un sacrificio para el hechicero, fue salvada por un hombre cuya identidad era muy distinta a la de un ser mítico normal. *** Este libro es ORIGINAL y no es una Traducción Únete al discord del Autor: https://discord.gg/YPKueb4

On the eve of her marriage, her engagement was broken, and she was also fired from her company, transforming her from a bride-to-be into an unemployed single woman. Even worse, the luxury apartment she rented was burglarized in the middle of the night! However, she found the thief very handsome and familiar. It turned out to be him, the renowned Wall Street playboy! On his first day back in the country, his car was almost destroyed due to the sudden appearance of her wedding dress. In the evening, he returned to the mansion he had bought many years ago and found a female thief living inside! "Hey, be polite! You're just a renter! How dare you call me a thief?" he complained angrily. Yet, surprisingly, he gradually fell in love with her. Would he finally shed his reputation as a "playboy" for her? ...

*Novel Fantasi Sejarah Slow Burn* Elise hendak berganti pakaian dengan gaun yang tergeletak di pojok tempat tidurnya ketika ia mendengar ketukan ringan dari pintunya. Penasaran, ia memutar gagang pintu hanya untuk mendapati seorang pria tinggi menjulang di hadapannya. “Tuan Ian!” Serunya. Ian tersenyum dengan tatapan nakal yang selalu dia gunakan. Matanya yang berwarna krimson melintas sejenak di atas ruangannya dan melihat gaun hitam di atas tempat tidurnya lalu memindahkan pandangannya ke wanita di hadapannya. Ia maju selangkah dan bertanya, "Darimana kamu mendapatkan gaun itu?" “Tuan Harland yang memberikannya padaku.” Jawab Elise dan merentangkan lehernya untuk melihat alis Ian yang terlipat dalam keanggunannya. “Tahukah kamu mengapa seorang pria ingin memberi wanita sebuah gaun?” Ia memberikan teka-teki yang selalu harus dipikirkan dua kali sebelum dijawab. Namun kali ini, ia tidak menemukan jawaban dan malah menggelengkan kepala. “Saya tidak tahu.” Senyumannya bertambah memikat seolah sesuatu tergerak di dalam dari mata merah menyala yang ia miliki. Ia perlahan menggeser tangannya melewati kerah gaunnya, mengirimkan rasa dingin yang membuatnya terperanjat sesaat karena suhu yang beku. Setelah membuka dua kancing pertama di kerahnya, ia menundukkan kepalanya, berbisik ke telinganya, “Karena mereka ingin menjadi orang yang melepas pakaian tersebut.” Ia berhenti dan mencium lehernya, mengubah kulit pucat menjadi merah sebelum menarik gerakannya untuk memperbaiki tatapannya pada Elise dan menjawab dengan santai. “Sayangnya, kamu tidak bisa memakai gaun itu di sana dengan ini.” Ia tertawa kecil dan menyerahkan sebuah kotak ke tangan Elise. “Dan kabar baiknya adalah saya telah menyiapkan sebuah gaun untukmu.” Elise adalah gadis kecil terkutuk yang bisa melihat hantu. Keluarganya membencinya dan melemparnya dari satu keluarga angkat ke keluarga angkat lain. Namun, kesialan tidak berjalan sendirian. Ketika ia dibesarkan oleh bibinya, ia dijual sebagai budak. Ketika ia mengira bahwa ia tidak akan menjadi apa-apa selain korban bagi penyihir, ia diselamatkan oleh seorang pria yang identitasnya jauh berbeda dari makhluk mitos biasa. *** Buku ini ASLI dan bukan Terjemahan Bergabunglah dengan diskord Penulis: https://discord.gg/YPKueb4

Eve Thompson se encontró despertándose en la cama del soltero más codiciado de la Ciudad S con su brazo alrededor de su cintura, pero solo tenía en mente las palabras de su madre. —Asegúrate de que nadie descubra que estás disfrazada de tu hermana —le dijo, mirando la marca de nacimiento falsa dibujada con maquillaje en la cara de su hija restante—. ¡Tienes que conseguir que el Señor Charlie se case contigo, todo lo que tenemos depende de ello! —dijo ella. Era una lástima, pues el hombre a su lado se parecía mucho al hombre que había perdido hace muchos años. El favor de Anthony Charlie con las mujeres era notoriamente difícil de obtener, pero en un estupor etílico, se deslizó bajo las sábanas con la mujer a su lado, seducido por el recuerdo de alguien que había perdido hace mucho tiempo y a quien esta mujer se parecía. Sin embargo, ella nunca tuvo una marca de nacimiento. Nunca podría ser ella. ¿Fue su encuentro coincidencia? ¿Qué revelaría su pasado oculto? ¡Únete a Eve Thompson en su emocionante viaje de cortejo y espionaje político mientras se pone en los zapatos de la vida ahora abandonada de su hermana gemela y trata de salvar a su familia ganándose el corazón del misterioso soltero, Anthony Charlie!

A journey born from loss, and shadowed by powers he doesn’t fully understand. Haunted by grief and memories he can’t escape, Sky finds himself caught in the cracks of a fractured empire, where magic is nothing more than a myth… or so he thought. As ancient forces stir beneath the surface, Sky is forced to confront not just the darkness around him, but the one growing within. Along the way, he crosses paths with Eve, a determined healer whose search for her missing mother becomes entangled with his own fight to survive. Together, they face the unknown, forging fragile alliances and uncovering secrets that could change everything.

On the eve of her wedding, Eris Morwen is murdered. Desperate, her fiancé Magnus seeks the help of a Crazy / Immortal doctor " Heinrich Vex's " to bring her back. But what returns is not the woman he loved—her memory is gone, her soul altered, and a terrible hunger stirs within her. Some things should never rise again…

*Slow Burn Historical Fantasy Novel* Elise wollte sich gerade in das Kleid umziehen, das in der Ecke ihres Bettes lag, als sie ein leises Klopfen an ihrer Tür hörte. Neugierig drehte sie den Türknauf und sah einen großen Mann vor sich aufragen. "Meister Ian!" rief sie. Ian lächelte mit dem üblichen schelmischen Grinsen, das er immer benutzte. Seine purpurroten Augen wanderten ein wenig durch ihr Zimmer und entdeckten das schwarze Kleid über ihrem Bett, dann richtete er seinen Blick auf die Frau, die vor ihm stand. Er trat einen Schritt vor und sprach. "Woher haben Sie dieses Kleid?" "Mr. Harland hat es mir geschenkt." antwortete Elise und reckte den Hals, um zu sehen, wie sich Ians Brauen in seiner Eleganz zusammenzogen. "Weißt du, warum ein Mann einer Frau gerne ein Kleid schenkt?" Er gab das Rätsel auf, bei dem sie immer zweimal überlegen musste, bevor sie antwortete. Doch dieses Mal fand sie keine Antwort und schüttelte stattdessen den Kopf. "Ich weiß es nicht." Sein Grinsen wurde betörend, als hätte sich tief in seinen scharlachroten Augen etwas geregt. Langsam ließ er seine Hand über den Kragen ihres Kleides gleiten, was ihr einen kalten Schauer über den Rücken jagte, der sie für einen Moment erschreckte, da es eiskalt war. Nachdem er die ersten beiden Knöpfe ihres Kragens geöffnet hatte, neigte er den Kopf nach unten und flüsterte ihr ins Ohr. "Weil sie derjenige sein wollen, der den Stoff auszieht." Er hielt inne und küsste ihren Hals, wobei sich die blasse Haut rötlich verfärbte, bevor er seine Bewegung zurückzog, sie mit seinen Augen fixierte und gemächlich antwortete. "Leider kannst du das Kleid da drüben damit nicht tragen." Er gluckste und reichte ihr eine Schachtel in die Hand. "Die gute Nachricht ist, dass ich ein Kleid für dich vorbereitet habe." Elise war ein verfluchtes kleines Mädchen, das Geister sehen konnte. Ihre Familie hasste sie und schmiss sie von einer Adoptivfamilie zur nächsten. Doch das Unglück kam nicht allein. Als sie von ihrer Tante aufgezogen wurde, wurde sie als Sklavin verkauft. Als sie dachte, sie würde nur ein Opfer für den Zauberer werden, wurde sie von einem Mann gerettet, dessen Identität ganz anders war als die eines normalen Fabelwesens. *** Dieses Buch ist ORIGINAL und keine Übersetzung Autorendiskord beitreten: https://discord.gg/YPKueb4

The past week had felt like a lifetime of dodging my own feelings. As I sat at the head of the table, I felt the dam about to break, then the door swung open, and my heart lurched. Chris stood there, a storm cloud personified. His expression was unreadable, but one thing was clear: he wasn't smiling. My staffs exchanged glances, their gazes then focusing on me. "Eve," Chris's voice was low. "We need to talk." The room went silent, thick with nervous energy. The unspoken question hung in the air. "Chris," I said, my voice calm despite my pounding heart, "can this wait? We're in the middle of an important meeting." I wanted him to leave, to deal with this later, on my terms. "No, it can't," he said, stepping into the room. His anger simmered beneath the surface, but there was a visible vulnerability that made my own heart ache. "Please excuse us," I told my staffs, who hurriedly packed and left us alone. "You just left. You left after that night with just empty words on a piece of paper and then went out of the country for a whole week, Eve. A whole week." I was surprised to see him so vulnerable, so angry. It was the first time. It was obvious he was hurt, and I knew I was wrong. He stalked towards me, like a predator, and as he got closer, the anger seemed to flicker, replaced by a different intensity. He stopped in front of me, and then, without warning, his arms wrapped around me, pulling me into a tight, desperate embrace. My breath hitched. I went stiff for a moment, surprised by the contact. Then, almost instantly, my arms went around him, clinging to his strong frame. A mix of emotions flooded me: surprise, relief, and an overwhelming need to simply hold him. I breathed in his familiar scent, a comforting aroma that had been haunting my senses for the last week. He held me tightly, as if afraid I'd vanish if he let go, and I didn't resist. I had dreamed of this. He pulled back, his hands on my shoulders, his gaze searching mine with an intensity that made my heart flutter. The anger lingered, but it was mixed with something else. Something softer. "I missed you terribly," he whispered, the words barely audible, but they resonated through me. ------ Eve, a fashion powerhouse ruling the world's runways, needs a fake boyfriend and fast, to appease her matchmaking mother.   Christopher, a charming, secretive, and dangerously attractive heir to the biggest conglomerate in the country. needs a distraction from his father's unwanted marriage plans. Their solution? A temporary romance brokered through a "rent-a-partner" app. What starts as a mutually beneficial arrangement quickly evolves into a sizzling romance, throw in a jealous childhood crush, a clash of powerful families, and a whirlwind of hilarious misunderstandings, and you've got a recipe for a romance that's as unexpected as it is unforgettable. Will their carefully constructed facade withstand the pressure, or will their fake relationship crumble under the weight of their undeniable, and quite unexpected, love?

When Ling Ye transmigrated into the body of the villain, the story had already reached the eve of the grand finale. With the protagonist on the verge of achieving full power, it seemed like Ling Ye’s fate was sealed—certain death awaited him. But in this dire moment, Ling Ye found an opportunity: the heroine. Seizing his chance, he secretly approached her and struck a deal. When the protagonist finally emerged at full strength, ready to face him, Ling Ye stood tall with a smirk. Ling Ye: “Apologies, but it seems she’s chosen my side... and now she wants to marry me.” The protagonist was left stunned, his fury erupting. “I’ve spent my entire life chasing the goddess of my dreams, only for her to end up with you?”

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)

When Evelyn’s loser fiance steals her company's secrets and elopes with her prostitute mother, she finds herself facing impending bankruptcy. But unexpected help comes in the form of an unusual offer from her business rival and ex-boyfriend, Alexander Langford. “Bear my children, Eve, and I’ll save this precious company of yours.” To everyone else, Alexander is the heir to a billion dollar fortune, and the acting industry’s handsome darling. But to Evelyn, he is nothing more than a cold-hearted, arrogant man she dumped for being a compulsive liar years ago - but unknown to her, he has never lied about his love. How could Alexander miss the golden chance to hit two birds with one stone? He gets his inheritance, and a family with the love of his life. Now, if only dear Evelyn would stop thinking the worst of him… [Strong female lead x doting male lead.] [EXCERPT] “You’re out of your mind,” Eve snaps. “You could have any woman in this world, and you want ME to be the mother of your children?!” “Why not? You’re smart, savvy, and fucking hot,” Alex says as he takes a step forward, trapping her body between his muscular arms. His dark blue eyes gaze deep into hers with unbridled lust. “I want our children to have the best from both of us. Our children could take over the world.” “There is no ‘our’,” Eve says coldly, pushing him away. “I will be the surrogate for your children. This is nothing but a business deal. There is NO love in this contract. But in exchange, you need to do something else.” “And what is it?” “Help me take down my ex-fiance. That bastard deserves to die after fucking my mom and ruining my life.” Alex chuckles. “It’s a deal then, sweetheart.” * It was nothing but a business deal at first. But what if the line between business, love, and hatred were getting blurry as they got entangled too far and too long? * [Power couple, slow burn, getting back together.]

*Fast paced fast slapping modern novel* Jiang AiLin, known as Miss Fox. Why was she called as Miss Fox? It's because she had killed someone while pretending to be the only daughter of the famous Jiang Family. It turns out, from a young age she was pretending to be the daughter of Jiang Family. When her identity was revealed, instead of apologizing she burned the whole house of the Jiang Family, causing for someone to be killed inside the fire! Heinous! Heinous! Everyone in Beijing had at least heard of this story once, especially the socialites who look down on her for being a Foxy woman whose true self was merely filled with hatred. But that woman had walked out of the prison after serving for six years. And... And she had caught the best bachelor as her lover! The eldest son of the Li Family, Li ZiChen. But she didn't come alone. She had came back with a revenge plan, to pay blood with blood. Yet why does this man knowing the people she had killed still agree to love her?!

"Let's divorce. I'm finally letting you go," she said with scarce emotion on her lovely face. Seeing her resolve, he felt heaviness in his heart. His face darkened, clenching his jaw. "You can't leave me. You are bound to me for eternity." He forcibly grabbed her, pinning her on the wall, his hands started caressing her sensitive spots. "And your body... doesn't LIE," he whispered sensually, lips gently nibbling on her earlobe. Her breath hitched, her heartbeat racing.  Seeing her struggle to resist him, he smirked triumphantly. "You yearn for my touch and my kiss. You also desire me." The next thing she felt was his lips roughly brushing against hers in a hungry kiss. **** Neglected by the King Enslaved by the Queen Bullied by her royal siblings Hated by The Kingdom's Hero Ostracized by her own people EVE HAD ENOUGH! She ripped off her disguise and began to fight back, flaunting her skills and talents– extremely beautiful, highly intelligent, proficient in medicinal knowledge, great combat skills, and with rare talent– Beast Taming!  Eve– the Forsaken Princess will ascend to the throne, not just conquering kingdoms but also capturing the hearts of the powerful gentlemen– A Hero Knight, An Infamous Hunter, and the Tyrant Crown Prince! Like a phoenix rising from ashes, Eve reruns her life, determined to trample everyone with her vengeance. [ Warning: Mature Content, R18+ ]

Sold by her father, Bella short for Arabella, was forced to live a life as a slave that would entertain the guests of the castle. The job of slaves were merely to be humiliated and to have as feast once they became a boring creature toward the guests. Arabella with her fierce attitude had only caused more trouble than good, although that helped her from being feasted by the vampires until her body dried up, the vampires also enjoy in harming her, toying with her, hoping to see that one day she would break. However she had caught the wrong attention by those crimson gaze, eventually being the toy of the one and only Mad Crown Prince of Versailles. Eventually this interest only cause her to be more tangled by the twisted and thorny battle for the Throne. Will eventually Bella concede and accept the Mad crown prince? Or will she finally succeed in running away from his grasp. Why her? *** excerpt*** Arabella felt her wrists stung as the shackle around her wrist jingled from the sudden pull. She then met with the icy red eyes that brood down upon her appearance, drinking into every inch of her figure as if he was studying her, even to how those breaths escaped her lips. "I thought we had bonded over the days we have spent together, Bella," he sang, his bright scarlet eyes betraying the singing tone he had used as it had grown so dark and filled with anger. "Yet you left so quickly as soon as I opened the castle gate." Bella gritted her teeth, her eyes glaring at him as she defiantly shook his hand off her face, "I can remind you if you have forgotten it, Your Majesty, I am kept here against my wish." Cassius' smile faded as he stared at her. The sudden pin-drop silence filled her nerves with tension as she found his smileless face the most terrifying sight. She had always known his fearsome side however, it felt scarier tonight. Bella tried to endure how loud her heart had raced against her chest, gathering her breaths together even though it remained shallow in his presence. "So cold," he muttered, his tone trying to tease her, but she could see the raw anger crossing his eyes. "You cannot run from me. Not after what we've done. Not after what you promised." Her heart faltered. She wasn't supposed to stay in this castle; she knew that the royal palace was filled with those vampire monsters who would kill for their desire, simply to have fun. She knew she should never give her heart to any of these monsters, and she had once believed she would never. But that was until Cassius came. She had made that promise because her heart had betrayed her, and she wished that she had never uttered that promise. Promises she had made to him on the call of love. Yet deep within her, a part of her still crave for him. "You're not the first one I have broken my promises with," she gritted her teeth and looked up at him, "I broke my promise the way you broke yours first, isn't it fair?" "Fair? Then was everything a lie, Arabella?" he murmured, his hands cupping her face, forcing her to meet his eyes. "You were mine the moment you entered my castle. And you will be mine until the very end." She gulped as his eyes shone underneath the moonlight, his gaze unforgiving over her, exposing his wild hunger. Her breath caught, her pulse quickening. "A human and a vampire should have never stayed together. They were all right." "I don't care," he spoke through his clenched jaw. "You're going to remain here by my side forever."

Zhang Ye, a delusional yet fiercely ambitious college graduate, dreams of becoming the world’s greatest star—despite being a nobody in reality. On the eve of his make-or-break radio host interview, he stumbles into a surreal game that promises to rewrite his destiny. Armed with a mysterious "Random Modification of Real-World Background" reward, Zhang Ye must navigate absurd challenges, inflated lies, and a reality-bending system to transform his wildest fantasies into fame. But can a chronic daydreamer survive the highest difficulty setting of life itself?

Dans un monde où les Lycans et les loups-garous sont des ennemis jurés, Eve Valmont est une louve maudite par une prophétie et victime d'un coup monté. Trahie par sa propre meute et emprisonnée pendant des années, son destin prend une tournure plus sombre lorsqu'elle est offerte au roi Lycan, Hades Stavros - un souverain redouté pour ses conquêtes impitoyables et sa prouesse mortelle. Liée par une ancienne prophétie et hantée par les fantômes de son passé, Eve est maintenant à la merci de l'être qu'elle devrait le plus haïr et craindre - Le Main de la Mort lui-même. Hades, un roi façonné par le sang et la décadence de sa propre âme, déterminé à venger le massacre de sa famille et à débarrasser son peuple des loups-garous. Il croit qu'Eve est la clé de sa victoire. Pour lui, elle n'est qu'une arme prédite par la prophétie, un outil qu'il utilisera pour détruire les forces adverses menaçant sa meute. Pourtant, il se retrouve à désirer cette femme puissante mais brisée. Ce qui le fait questionner si elle est vraiment son arme ou celle destinée à défaire ses plans soigneusement élaborés.

Em um mundo onde Lycans e lobisomens são inimigos jurados, Eve Valmont é uma lobisomem amaldiçoada por uma profecia e incriminada. Traída por sua própria matilha e aprisionada por anos, seu destino toma um rumo mais sombrio quando ela é oferecida ao Rei Lycan, Hades Stavros - um governante temido por suas conquistas impiedosas e habilidade mortal. Presa por uma antiga profecia e assombrada pelos fantasmas de seu passado, Eve agora está à mercê do único ser que deveria odiar e temer mais - O próprio Punho da Morte. Hades, um rei moldado a partir do sangue e da decadência de sua própria alma, determinado a vingar o massacre de sua família e livrar seu povo dos lobisomens. Ele acredita que Eve é a chave para a sua vitória. Para ele, ela não é nada além de uma arma prevista pela profecia, uma ferramenta que ele usará para destruir as forças opostas que ameaçam sua matilha. No entanto, ele se vê desejando esta mulher poderosa, embora quebrada. Deixando-o questionar se ela é realmente sua arma ou aquela destinada a desvendar seus planos cuidadosamente traçados. Ele caminhou em minha direção, um predador se aproximando de sua presa, seus olhos escuros e indecifráveis. 'Então, você ri?' Sua voz era baixa, perigosamente suave, fazendo os pelos na nuca se arrepiarem. Engoli em seco, subitamente consciente de como se tornara difícil respirar. 'Hades, eu—' 'Mas você só ri das piadas de outros homens,' ele interrompeu, seu olhar penetrante, desprovido de qualquer humor. 'Não das piadas do seu marido.' A acusação em seu tom era cortante, atravessando o ar entre nós. Um riso nervoso escapou de mim. 'Você não pode estar falando sério ... Ele é seu beta, pela Deusa.' Num instante, ele diminuiu a distância entre nós, tão rápido que me deixou sem fôlego. Suas mãos agarraram minha cintura, me puxando contra o seu corpo, o calor dele fazendo minha pele formigar. Eu respirei fundo, mas antes que eu pudesse dizer uma palavra, seus lábios colidiram com os meus, reivindicando minha boca com uma força que enviou ondas de choque através de mim. O beijo era punitivo, faminto - eu não podia respirar, não podia pensar. Quando ele finalmente recuou, eu estava tremendo, o peito ofegante enquanto lutava para recuperar o fôlego. Seus olhos, escuros e tempestuosos, buscavam os meus com uma intensidade possessiva. 'Você não pode rir das minhas piadas...' ele sussurrou, sua voz um raspão perigoso enquanto seus dedos deslizavam para baixo, enviando um arrepio pela minha espinha, 'mas você vai gozar com os meus dedos.' Eu estremeci, calor se acumulando no fundo da minha barriga com suas palavras, seu toque. O mundo ao nosso redor se tornou um borrão, desaparecendo em nada enquanto a mão dele deslizava para baixo, arrancando de mim um suspiro rouco. O olhar em seus olhos me disse que ele sabia exatamente o que estava fazendo comigo, e não havia como negar a conexão primal entre nós naquele momento. 'Eu não preciso da sua risada,' ele murmurou contra minha pele, seu hálito quente no meu pescoço. 'Eu vou ter cada outra parte de você.'

Lara Smith, a Young beautiful lady whose parents was murdered in cold blood years ago, saved for her who was hidden away in an underground tunnel. Now Lara is back and ready Lara has created a group of assassins.Belle,Eve,Sandy, Rose and Thorn. These Ladies has suffered same fate as her or something much more worst by the same people responsible for her own misfortune. Each one of them has a story, memories that could either make or marred them. The group have only one rule 'do not fall in love" But what will happen as the story unfold? Will the group carry on with their revenge when they find out the truth behind their story? what if there is something more deeper than having their families killed? Will the revenge squad be successful against all odds?

Seven years ago, after their breakup, he disappeared without a trace. Now, he reappeared on the eve of her wedding, sparing no means in forcing her to marry him… With a certificate of marriage, he bound her mercilessly to his side. From there, this “Cinderella” began her journey as a wife to the heir of a business empire… Mrs Huo – composed, sharp-tongued, and freakishly smart. Mr Qin – wife-spoiler to no end and a complete “slave” to their daughter. Quality love story, one on one. You are welcome to get hooked on this story with us.

21 century Wall Street financial analyst Victoria Clarke travels to the American South in 1861 in a car accident and becomes the infamous widow Eleanor Van der Lyn-a serpentine woman recorded in history as having been “hanged by the neck on the eve of the inauguration of Abraham Lincoln for treason”. Lincoln on the eve of his inauguration for treason”. She looks in the mirror at her original character's flaming lips and waist, and sneers, “A villain? No, I'll make both the North and South kneel and tremble under my skirt!” Clutching the mysterious diary left behind by the original owner in her left hand (which records the dirty dealings between the Southern aristocrats and the Northern politicians), and carrying the three mysterious “adopted sons” in her right hand (which are actually the artificial war machines in the Southern secret laboratories), Eleanor kicked away Alexander Hawthorne, the plantation owner who tries to control her by marriage, and threw the champagne into her hand, and then kicked her out of the room. Hawthorne, who pours champagne on a slave-state legislator's marriage agreement: “I have only two rules for parenting: teach my children to level slave estates with dynamite, and teach them to turn Northern generals with love letters.” --When the New York Times ridiculed her as a “slut stirring up the war through nepotism,” she took her adopted children to burn cotton fields live and force Lincoln to sign the Early Emancipation Proclamation; when Northern spies kidnapped her children, she backhandedly exposed the gold smuggling chain between General Grant and the Bank of the South, which was featured in the Washington Post. When Northern spies kidnapped her children, she backhandedly exposed the gold smuggling chain between General Grant and the Bank of the South, making headlines in the Washington Post: “Thanks to the arms sent by the enemy, I am now the first female arms dealer and interim Secretary of State of the United States of America.

He is the Devil. An immortal who has lived for millions of years, the most dangerous and ruthless being who ever existed. She is a human, an ordinary girl living in the shadows, yet she was fated to be his bride from the conception of time. ******* Eve's greatest mistake was naively venturing into the forest in the middle of the night in search of food. She could never have imagined encountering the worst nightmare of her life. On the cold ground of the hauntingly dark forest, lay a deathly still man, a dagger embedded deep to his heart. Yet even in stillness, he turned out to be the most enchanting and breathtaking man she had ever seen. But never in her wildest dreams did she imagine the closed eyes of this dangerously alluring creature suddenly snapping open into a horrifyingly glowing red pair. And not only did he end up sinking his fangs into her, he also snapped away her consciousness, stealing her away from her world. Eve wakes up to an entirely different world. A scary realm filled with dragons, witches, demons and every dark, horrendous creature whispered about in legends. But little did she realize she had been entrapped by the Devil himself, the Devil who planned never to let her out of his sight the moment he set his eyes on her. And worst of all…. She belonged to him. She was the one thing he had roamed the earth for millennia to find….His Bride.

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Evelyn Drakes, a college student whose life took a darker turn on the eve of her 20th Birthday. It all began with those strange dreams which she couldn't make sense of. But then, she discovers she is the Lunar Shadow- a rare white werewolf prophecied to unite or destroy the pack. As she learns to control her newfound powers, and duties that comes with it, she finds herself caught between Kael. The stoic Alpha of her pack- Silver Crescent who seemed to hold a past trauma. And Lyall, a rogue Alpha who charms her with his dark charisma. Hiding something sinister behide his facade. In a world where love and loyalty are tested, Evelyn must choose who she can trust- and who holds her heart. Get geared up for "Evelyn: The White Wolf." A story of Destiny, Love and Betrayal.

Eve is a demon tasked with going to the human realm to find an 'important item'. He toys with the residents of the human world to pass the time. One day he meets Rei, an exorcist who witnesses him being attacked by another demon. To Rei's horror, Eve is also one of them and attempts to exorcise him. Something sparks between them and their fates unravel, intertwinining more than they could've imagined.

The fantasy adventure began from a life of a girl named Eve Ainsley who seemingly had find ordinary no longer in her grasp. After encountering an unusual entity and a world above her knowledge, she might even discover more about herself. But is it really over? Note: This is written First-person View by the main character, so please expect some inconsistent writing may appear from MC POV.

Labake being a girl who grew up from a poverty stricken community ended up as a sex worker to survive and care for her loved ones. Her fate was twisted when Damola the first son of a business tycoon married her on a contract so as to stay free from his mother's cry. But Labake's past became a constant factor she struggled with to keep her marriage and maintain her new status in the society. Will she be able to keep her past? Will her challenges mar her or make her a better person?

When San Francisco socialite Evelyn Hawthorne's wedding dress was stained with gasoline and blood on the eve of her engagement party, a woman with burns crawled out of an abandoned church in the slums of Chicago. Five years later, behind the scenes of a fashion show on Fifth Avenue in New York, emerging designer Lilith pierced her fingertips with a sewing needle and smeared blood on the waistband of a wedding dress named "Bloody Bride" - at this moment, her new sponsor Nathaniel Blackwood was kissing psychiatrist Isabella Voss in the VIP room, and the tulip birthmark on the doctor's neck perfectly matched the tulip earrings left at the arson scene.

"I'm sure they have told you that I'm insane, that I'm a fucking psycho," He menacingly grins, head tilting wickedly his eyes filled with vicious playfulness. Eve sheepishly nods in fear. "Believe them," he whispered against Eve's lips. Sunford academy is an all-boys boarding school. Where rich parents tossed their rebellious kids who are too much to deal with. No matter how the outside world perceives them or makes assumptions about the school, the students are more complicated than they appear. Every student has a dark and tumultuous history and they've been prisoned here to create more history with their rowdy-ness. Please read the tags and Author's note for warning.