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Mason Dye

The Grand Palace

In a palace where everyone is valued based on their position, Reginald is rather unlucky.He is the plague itself in his mother's family. conceived out of wedlock while his mother was still in her father's castle, there is a strife on both sides; his maternal side never accepting him for being an ornament of shame, and his paternal side never accepting him, tagging him an illegitimate child and never believing his paternity, carving him into a bastard. After suffering for too long his king father decides to crown his mother queen and he; crown prince hoping everyone will be convinced and quiet on the whole matter, but a crown is not enough to cover a scandal that huge. But once dejected by his own father-in-law to be accepted later for b, Reginald has learnt that the crown makes the prince, still...he is only human. The court will never allow a bastard lead them, so they connive with one of the most promising consort , and try to pull Reginald down using intimidation and several attempted murders. They plan another graceless assassination where he almost loses his life to a bullet , but he is rescued by the penine moorland inhabitants. This is where he meets an apothecary who changes his life forever. Meet Charlotte Brumble, a young and aspiring orphan apothecary living with her grandmother in the quiet poor Ramsbottom . Acquiring her knowledge from her late grandfather who once served in the castle as a professional medical official. bearing a rather unfriendly experience, from a young age, Charlotte has been molded into an unfeeling person, and has no time for vain worries except for money of course. She bears the plague of an unfortunate, possessed crazy girl, running mad as a result of too much knowledge for a girl her calibre. Charlotte meets Reginald unaware of his status, they bond as friends. Reginald knowing who is responsible for his assassination sets to find evidence and on doing that he returns to the castle and the culprits face justice. Because of this, the penine moorlands loses patriarch, and grand prince Mason Reginald's younger brother is sent to substitute for the vacant space until the perfect person for the post is found. Mason receives a bill requesting for a clinic in Rivington as the only clinic in Alston is too far. He makes that his first task, but before that, uses the patriarchal infirmary as a clinic in the mean time. And makes Charlotte the doctor. Reginald pays a visit, to see his brother and the clinic in construction. He is beyond pleased to see Charlotte. They get along as they used to and he tells her his predicaments. Mason notices the closeness between the two and digs into Charlotte's background for security reasons. He discovers she is the daughter of the royal medical official who was to conduct a paternity test on Reginald as he was born, but got kicked out immediately for an accusation big enough to end him. He confronts Charlotte, but she denies knowing anything about paternity tests. Reginald has his fears as well; 'what if he isn't a Gratel?'. Mason brings her into the castle by force. Charlotte is stubborn and would not carry out the test, she rather assists the royal doctor who is thrilled at her intelligence. Even Mason is amused and drawn in too, butterflies begin to flutter, but Charlotte is too uninterested. Mason accepts his fate. Charlotte becomes the bridge between Reginald and his wife who have experienced unrequited love on both sides. After staying in the castle for two months, and seeing Reginald's situation, she agrees to carry out the test. The tension in the Grand palace increases as the fate of every one depends on the result of the test. The test is carried out, what are the results?, how will it affect Charlotte?, or Reginald's life??. find out!!
UGLITHUG_89 · 1.3K Views

Conveniently His; The President's Secret Wife

"Wait," President Mason uttered, his tone low and biting.  Anastasia turned slowly, her heart sinking.  "You looked happy back there when George was flirting with you," he accused, his eyes bored into her. Anastasia froze, her eyes widening in disbelief.  "Flirting?" she repeated, a bitter scoff escaping her lips. "He was drunk, Mason. Everyone could see that." "That's not what I saw." Mason stepped closer, his voice cold. "You were laughing, enjoying it...just like you were with Nicholas."  At the mention of Nicholas, Anastasia's stomach churn.  "Ex...excuse me?" she asked, her voice trembling with restrained anger.  "You heard me!" He yelled at her. "First it was Nicholas, now a coworker. How low can you go?"  The words cut through Anastasia, her fists clenching as she fought back the tears threatening to spill.  She stared at him, fighting the urge to pounce on him when she finally raised her fingers, pulling out her wedding ring. "Let's get a divorce!"  ★★★ Anastasia Stones never expected her life to turn into a whirlwind of power plays, and deep-seated secrets when she got into an arranged marriage with Mason Harrington, the enigmatic, cold-hearted President of a billion-dollar company because of her family's debt.  Their two years secret marriage was built on formality and indifference, with Mason's world revolving around business and control until Anastasia began working in his company, without anyone knowing she's the president's wife. And everything worsens when Nicholas, Mason's estranged half-brother and the company's COO, unexpectedly returns after five years.  His reappearance stirs old rivalries, pulling Anastasia into the center of a storm between the President and the COO of Harrington Tech Corporation. Will Anastasia find her voice and reclaim her independence, or will she remain a pawn in the game of two powerful men? And what happens after finding out she's pregnant for the President?
Nikkybrien270 · 14K Views

Inexplicably Reformed Into The Artificial Dragon’s Mate (BL)

Ethan awakens from brutal betrayal within the confines of a bed; his body wracked with intense pain. The mysterious, provocative Kian treats his wounds, telling him of the poison now riddling his body. “His kiss, it tastes of blood and bitter tears…” Desperate not to die, Ethan follows the stranger back into the world of cultivation; a place he so fervently wishes to forget. But peace is not so easily obtained. “Is it the sight of the blood that's gushing—? Or the feeling of fleshy bone resisting the blade— But she's quick, desperately clamping her arms and legs around him to keep him in place— I stab. And stab repeatedly; blood splattering against my cheeks. And then I twist, and twist; twisting the blade in slowly.“ Evil sects and righteous sects. Demons and Monsters. Immortals and the damned. Traveling through a society of hypocricy, Ethan encounters others with strangely similar tales; kidnappings and horrific torture. And the experiments he can’t ever forget. A catastroph that ultimately changes him from a young boy into— Well, just what is he, after all? “There was blood on his hands; the red so red it stuck to his fingers like dye. He wiped and wiped but couldn't wipe that coppery paste away. The darkness. The metallic stink—“ And just what was Kian searching for? Why does he say it’s found? And why? Why do his eyes always, always go cold? What, exactly, is Kian? And why does Ethan find himself completely bound? “In that place of blood splatter and broken wings, he'll be sure to reap what he's owed.”
DaniReese · 23.8K Views

MASTERPIECE OF RUIN

The room was thick with the smell of wine. January 2025, Aezren leaned against the couch with wine in his hand, His eyes red like the sun during an eclipse, while his hair a chaotic Blonde framed his face with eerie elegance, hoping not to be disturbed by the screams of people. He was the Grim Reaper and the cause of people’s misfortunes, so it was only natural that he was embraced by screams day and night. Without a moment’s notice, he heard another person cursing him. “Not this again…” he groaned as he got up. He sipped his wine as he watched the drunk woman cursing him from the reflection on his wine. Lavinia stood on the parapet wall with high heels, ready to fall at any moment. Her red lipstick messed up, her skin a shade of bright olive, her hair had faded black hair dye, her eyes a shade of deep green, reminiscent of the forest. Her movements came out unstable as she screamed out, “Seems like all doom is attracted to me!” she laughed, tears rolled down her face. “I’m really not,” Aezren scoffed as he rolled his eyes. His eyes blew into saucers at a closer look at her face. “That face, it’s her!” he exclaimed. “I can’t let her die,” he pleaded with desperation as his “heart” raced. Aezren put his glass of wine back on the table with telekinesis as he stood up and teleported to Lavinia. However, it was already too late and she jumped off. Aezren jumped off of the terrace and held her in his arms as he floated in the air. He quickly took her back to the terrace before anybody could notice. Lavinia shut her eyes tight, hoping for the worst to happen—her death. She opened her eyes soon after she realized that she was on solid ground. “What is it,” she smiled, “Am I in heaven or hell?” she walked as she wondered. She was in her own world. “You’re in none,” Aezren told her, about to crash out at her obliviousness. But of course, she was half rat — drunk as hell. He let out a deep sigh. She didn’t listen. He recited some sort of spell, his index and middle finger pointed at her. Since alcohol has similar affects to being dead, it was easy enough for him to get her to be sober. She blinked in surprise. “Wh…Who are you?” she stammered, taking steps back defensively. “Be my muse.” He asked her. He has been searching for a her for over 4 centuries now. Having been living for so long, he has started making paintings to pass time. He has her face like a fuzzy faded painting in his head, and he has always struggled to capture her in his paintings. Finding her was a dream come true for him. She couldn’t die. Not before he painted her. Lavinia’s breath hitched. She was hit with nausea and dizziness. “Please.. please leave me alone!” She begged, her voice came out louder than she wanted it to. Aezren stared at her, his expression unreadable. “I didn’t save you because I care about your life,” he said, voice low. “I saved you because you have a face that doesn’t belong to this era.” Lavinia’s breath hitched again, her head spinning, “What the hell does that even mean…?” “I’ve seen you before. In dreams, in sketches, in brush strokes I never finished.” He sighed, “Centuries of searching. And suddenly, you’re on a rooftop, yelling about doom like some half-broken opera.” “You’re insane,” she whispered, backing away. He didn’t argue. “Probably,” he said with a shrug. “But I don’t care what you believe. You’re here. And I need to paint you before you disappear again.” Lavinia blinked, confusion and fear wrestling inside her. But something about him—his tone, his posture, the weird mix of detachment and obsession—made her pause. Her stomach flipped. The room still spun, but she wasn’t sure if it was just the wine anymore. “Okay,” she said slowly, swallowing hard. TW: Might include topics or references to Self harm. Reader discretion is recommended.
Expressive_Potatoe · 12.7K Views

Harem Incubus System: I Can Only Seduce And Tame Supernatural Beauties

Content warning: Sexual content and lots, lots and lots of lemons, nonchalant MC, Milfs, "Magical fingers" ______________________________ "Damn! How? How do they keep finding me!?" In a world where an individuals spirit power decided their fate, Mason Harris — a 16 year old boy, always believed he was destined to live an average life, his only interests were in girls and women, with thick thighs and large breasts. It all seemed ordinary, that is until his 16th birthday became a trigger for his bloodline awakening. He felt his body becoming stronger, his five senses grew sharper tenfold and he grew wings!? Just when he thought he had finally awakened his spirit powers, strange things started happening, things that couldn't be achieved by ordinary spirit powers, things he couldn't explain— that is, until he learnt the truth. He wasn't just an ordinary spirit caster. He was the last descendant of the Incubus demon bloodline, a race of demons who prey sexually on women. But that wasn't all, his bloodline, it's command and order was so powerful that it drove supernatural beings — especially women, crazy. His family? They didn't know what he was, his mother had no idea what her husband was, even after he disappeared months after Mason's birth. It didn't take long before he realized that no matter where he went, he wasn't alone. Stalking him and lurking in the shadows were a much darker force who have stayed hidden for thousands of years, fairies, werewolves, elves, sirens and worst of all — succubus! All drawn to him for reasons he could not explain. No matter where he went, he was always hunted down by these succubus! Why is this happening to him? Why did these beings appear now? He couldn't help but feel part of a much larger scheme. But one thing was for certain, with an army of succubus, elves and werewolves at his disposal, he knew he could never lead a normal life ever again. _____________________________ A/N: It's my first time writing this kind of novel, so reviews are highly welcomed in order for me to progress forward.
YoungNeto · 109.8K Views

System Nemesis

Between the howls and wails, the screams and cries of women being raped, and the villagers being eaten and butchered like cattle, there was a middle-aged man who was desperately running away while yelling his lungs out. ''Why.... WHY!!! YOU ABSOLUTE FUCKERS!!!'' His clothes were in tatters and marred in blood, with his body being barely able to function. His state was simply beyond recognition. As for where he was running to... It didn't matter... He just wanted to flee the hellish scene that was unfolding behind him. His remote village, the one he had lived in his entire life, was now a fiery beacon illuminating the night. ''Whyyyyy areeeeeee youuuuuuuuuu runninnnnnnnnnnng awwaaayyyy froooooom usssssssss?'' Terrifying low growls and voices could be perceived behind him, and every time he heard them, his body released adrenaline to try to override its limits, but to no avail as his injuries were just too severe. The humanoid creatures pursuing him were like shadows, barely distinguishable through the cover of the night. Their eyes, akin to black holes, were fixed on their prey as it struggled for its pathetic life. Their faint and sinister giggles kept reverberating through the darkness... *** As blood rushed up his throat and leaked at the corners of his mouth, his sinister appearance aggravated to where he resembled a devil. During his maniacal laugh, his punctured lungs had finally given out, causing his whole body to collapse on the ground and dyeing it a scarlet shade. His mind went blank, while his consciousness left his battered body. *** After what appeared to be a few minutes, he suddenly woke up. He was startled at first, but he soon realized that he had indeed died. Everything around him was black, without an ounce of life in sight. He was basically a spirit floating in the absolute void. ''So this is what happens when you die... You just drift in darkness... That's actually underwhelming. I wonder if I'll just fade away'' When Derrick's thoughts started to drift, a prompt appeared in front of him. [Welcome to System Nemesis, Derrick Tarlin] [Would you like to seek revenge? Yes/No]
LaPlume · 1.9M Views
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