Chopper Fluttering

“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..” Extra tags: #Rebirth#FaceSlapping #SchemingSister #ColdHusbandTurnedSweet#EnemiesToLovers#IllegitimateDaughter

[WARNING: MATURE CONTENT] The Emperor’s runaway brides have formed a rebel group of scantily clad beauties trained in honey trap techniques. Delphi Chastain is their leader, a fiery beauty with a big axe to grind and a dream of freedom she’s willing to die for. EXTRACT: ““Kiss me baby?” she breathed in her best babydoll voice. “Are you sure?” he growled. She nodded, fluttering her pretty green eyes at him. He didn’t have to be asked twice. Alton pinned her arms above her head and kissed her roughly with all of the force of the desire he was feeling. Three, two, one! she counted in her head. She bit his lip at the same time as she brought her knee up as hard as she could and kneed the man in the groin. He grunted with pain and fell sideways off her, clutching his bollocks. She leapt to her feet and sprinted off, picking up her belongings on the way past. “Thanks for saving me Commander,” she called cheerily at him as she ran away. “Sorry about the crown jewels, but I’m not going back to the palace, so I don’t need them.” Post-WW3 there’s just the Island, and it’s ruled by the Emperor. It’s back to the good old days of polygamy and keeping women covered and chaperoned. The Emperor has raised Delphi and seven other gorgeous girls in the palace to join his harem, training and surgically enhancing them, like treats in a fantasy smorgasbord. But the girls escape and sail off the Island to the uninhabited Mainland, now overrun by mutant tubiàn beasts created as weapons during the War. Hot on their tails are the Emperor’s Honour Guard. Delphi leads the Girls over, under (^_-), and through the enemy, as they battle and tame beasts and men in their struggle to build an army to take down the Empire. Can the girls survive on their own on the Mainland and build a rebel army? Are there any trustworthy men, or are they all the same? Can the Guards resist the charms of the warrior girls? Do they want to? #enemiestolovers #sexywarrior #r18 #smut #post-apocalypse #war #action #fastpaced #scifi #betrayal #revenge #beast taming #battleofthesexes

This is a game of deities. This is a fallen world. This is an endless voyage. Amidst the ruins of a shattered reality, a race known as "humans" dares to stake their existence on the faint glimmer of hope. "I shall return unto you the trials we once endured," proclaims a man of benevolent smile as he stands atop the pinnacle of the world. With fluttering banners, he gazes upon the radiant tapestry of the cosmos. He points a single finger toward the distant stars. Boom! A thunderous explosion shatters the silence, echoing across the desolate landscape.

What does it feel like to be betrayed by the person closest and most trusted? Having been reborn, Hua Mi says that the first priority in surviving the apocalypse is to have sufficient supplies, stay away from the crowd and the White Lotus, and lay low until the end. Just as she rolled up her sleeves, ready to make a big effort, she suddenly activated a supermarket space and the Cashier System?! Tsk, why struggle in life when you can just stock up on goods and breeze through it? However, looking down at her increasingly large belly, Hua Mi carried baby formula in her left hand and a Chopper in her right. Where did this kid come from?! The plan had gone a bit awry, the first priority was to ensure the baby’s safe birth, and, to be wary of the man who kept staring at her belly every day. Man: Honey, why do I feel like you're getting fatter recently? You look like you're pregnant. Hua Mi: It's not like...

She was a mighty dragon. And the problem is, she WAS a mighty dragon! “Is this… a cocoon?” No. Wait. Why would she be in a fucking cocoon?! Nimue anxiously thought while struggling against the silken cage. “How did I end up on one... huh?!” Panic surged through her as she examined herself. She was no longer a majestic dragon, the embodiment of poison and flame. She was a... bee? How could this be? A measly, tiny bee with wings that fluttered in desperation to escape its prison. Her memories flickered like sparks in the dark, but the truth was clear. She had been transmigrated, and her current situation was a dreadful one at that. How will a once mighty being survive from the bottom of the food chain filled with fierce beasts that suddenly turns to beautiful men? "Wait what?!" --- WSA2025 Entry  #beasts #transmigration #beautyandbeasts

The wind howled outside the palace, its icy fingers clawing at the stained-glass windows. Inside, the room was bathed in the warm glow of candles and the flickering fire in the hearth. Yet, the heat rising between Meribella and Edwyn had little to do with the flames. Meribella stood before him, her legs shackled, and her heart felt heavy each second, standing like a prisoner in front of him. “Edwyn..." Her voice trembled as she whispered his name, "Please, you must believe me. I’ve done nothing wrong. I’ve always been loyal—to you and the Crown.” Edwyn, in a bathrobe with his hair still damp, stepped closer. His fingers traced her face, sending shivers down her spine. “I know you’re innocent, but palace rules are strict. Even I can’t bend them outright. Still...” He kneels at her feet and unlocks the shackles. “I won’t let anyone hurt you. I’ll speak to my father—the King—and clear your name.” As he rose, his fingers gently brushed over the bruises on her forehead, lingering slightly on her pale lips. "You should take a bath," he murmured in the most affectionate tonee. Meribella blinked, confused. "How...?" She was a prisoner, and such luxuries were not meant for her. Edwyn gestured toward the adjoining chamber. "There," he said, his attention never leaving her. "I want to spend a good time with you, Meribella. Now that you are in the palace..." He didn’t finish his sentence, instead brushing a few strands of her hair behind her ear. The gesture made her blush, her heart fluttering despite the circumstances. "You have always been kind, Edwyn," she said, averting her eyes. "I will be quick," she said, stepping away, only for him to catch her wrist. "You need help to bathe," he insisted, his voice firm. "I see bruises on your feet and your face." Meribella’s cheeks burned. In the palace, royals were accustomed to being naked before servants, but she was not raised in such luxury. The thought of being unclothed in front of maids made her stomach churn. “T-there’s no need for servants. I’ll be fine.” Edwyn smiled, tilting his head slightly. "Who mentioned anything about maids?" he queried teasingly, yet loaded with meaning. Meribella’s eyes grew wide when the meaning of his words hit her. Before she could answer, a low, mocking laugh echoed in the room. "How boring," a voice drawled, dripping with sarcasm, from near the window, lit by the moonlight. He stood in his red cloak, and his golden-flecked eyes shone with anger and curiosity, leaving Meribella and Edwyn speechless. It’s a world of mystic powers shrouded in mystery, where reincarnation binds fates, and dominance is driven by ambition. Predators become prey. Who is a friend, and who is an enemy? Trust is a dangerous game. They were never meant to fall in love. They were destined to erase each other’s existence, yet they defied fate.

What was worse than death itself? Well it was dying knowing that no one would miss you, knowing that your death was a favour to everyone you ever knew. This was exactly how I felt the day I died. I was the love child of the Eclipse Alpha King, in a time where the mate bond was considered sacred, a child born out of wedlock was nothing short of sacrilegious... 'It was his fault, he loved someone other than his mate...' 'It was his fault, he had carnal knowledge of a human woman.' 'It was all his fault, my only crime was being born out of his lust.' But why was that Alpha King father of mine perfectly safe, while I was hated, scorned and blamed for everything instead? Why did I have to be my father's bargaining chip, used to achieve his goals? Why could I not get a rejection like everyone else but was instead murdered by my own mate? Why was I killed before I even had a chance to live? I had a thousand questions and yet there was no one to answer and this was exactly how I died... So why then did my eyes flutter open to that day, a month before my death? Was it because of my little secret? A secret I will tell no one else but you... From the title of my tale, you must think I am an omega wolf... No, you got it wrong... I am not an Omega wolf, I am an Alpha wolf and my name is Omega. ~Second Book in the Werewolf Rebirth Series. *Not a prequel or sequel to 'The Alpha King's Nemesis', both books are not related save for the world setting and Werewolf Rebirth concept. *Cover art sourced from the internet, all credits to the original artist.*

I closed my eyes, shutting out his face, trying to steady myself. But I could feel it—his surprise. The way his lips stilled for a fleeting moment before moving with mine told me he didn't expect this. Not from me. "Well done Tessa. You've outdone yourself" I thought, a quiet victory blooming inside me. And then, as if understanding my message he responded. His lips softened, calling to mine, pulling me in closer. The kiss deepened, growing more passionate, more consuming, as though he'd decided to match the boldness I'd thrown his way. This was real. Too real. I gave myself a warning, a fleeting whisper in the chaos of my mind: this shit is about to get real, girl. But it was too late. The ferocious rush of adrenaline coursing through me had already taken over. Butterflies danced in my stomach, fluttering wildly like they'd been let loose from a cage. I thought butterflies only happened when too people were inlove. So why—why is my body dancing to his tune ? His touch was quick, smooth and practiced. He knew exactly how to hold me, how to make my body respond. I was caught between surprise and satisfaction, entirely swept away. Of course, he knew what he was doing. I didn't expect someone like him to be inexperienced. He carried himself like a man who'd walk this path before. If he wanted to, I had no doubt he could have taken me here and now. The thought sent thrill down my spine,but also a jolt of clarity. I wasn't ready. I couldn't loose my virginity to someone I barely knew —whose name I didn't even know. Still he made me feel so much at once. Too much. I was floating, soaring high above the world while somehow still feeling grounded. I was up in the clouds—cloud six at most, but my body wasn't my own anymore. I couldn't feel it. Couldn't control it. It was as though I traded my sanity for this fleeting, intoxicating moment. I could no longer breathe. Every time I tried to take a breathe, he'd pull me right back into the moment and I'd loose myself all over again. It was overwhelming, intoxicating. What was wrong with him? Why wasn't he stopping? It was as if he wanted more—needed more. Like he was determined to dive deeper into the kiss. To explore every uncharted corner of it. Deeper? " Is there even a way to go deeper than this ? I thought to myself, my mind spinning. He'd gone through every kind of kiss I could imagine —soft, fiery, teasing, demanding. I didn't think there was anything left for him to try. But he didn't stop. I tried to push him away, my hands trembling against his chest. But before I could, he caught my wrist, his grip firm yet gentle, pulling me back into his hold. I couldn't escape. And truthfully? I didn't want to. I liked what I was feeling. No—i loved it. It was raw, Electric, addictive. My body craved it, craved him and I didn't want it to end. I wanted more. More until I couldn't feel anything else. Untill my body didn't know where it began and where it ended. Then like a splash of cold water, the sound of voices broke through my haze. " Hey, don't you think it's enough" I froze, reality crashing in. I had completely forgotten about them —our friends. I'd forgotten about everything: where I was, what I was doing, the fact that we were standing out here in broad daylight. The world around me felt like nothing more than a tool for this moment, as if the sunlight itself was feeding into the darkness we'd created together. It had been just us—only us. And now it was over.

“Evil God of the Universe, You are in every space and time. Present in every dimension of reality and govern the darkness of our world. Oh, almighty Atticus! Hear our plea and grant us your presence tonight, awaken my Lord!” The rain had completely stopped and the strong gale had subsided into the fading raindrops. The night had turned eerily silent and only the sizzling and cackling of the fire entered their ears. Suddenly, they all felt like floating from their feet despite setting foot on the watery, hard ground, as if they were traversing into space. The darkness of the night gradually turned darker, enveloping them, morphing into everyone, like a void eating them slowly. Sequentially, their breathing turned oddly slower. Despite exaggeratedly inhaling air to breathe, it was to no avail, as if a higher entity was limiting them from breathing. Nolan felt his throat and tried to open his mouth to gasp more air but failed. Everyone but him was in a state of indignation and panic as they struggled to breathe to fill their lungs with air. Nolan tried to calm his heart. He closed his eyes and stopped inhaling air in pure panic, instead, he put his heartbeat and breathing into a rhythm. It was hard at first, but after a minute, he found his breathing gradually went stable. His whole being was in pure anticipation of what was going to happen next. After a couple more minutes, the storm completely subsided, the night turned to normal. Nolan remained standing, taking in his surroundings with his eyes closed. Everything turned silent. The eerie atmosphere and the crackling of the fire from the hay figure didn’t even enter his ears. Nolan waited for a couple more minutes, his breathing turning normal. He was reluctant to open his eyes, afraid he might ruin their ritual. “It’s alright now, Young Master. You can open your eyes now.” Nolan’s breathing hitched. He jolted on his feet as he fluttered his eyes open. “Atticus? W-why are you here?” The butler, standing in front of him, a raincoat hung on his arm, smiled. “I am everywhere, Young Master, in order to best serve you.” **** Atticus, a demi-god from the underworld, was cast out of his parents' realm and banished to the human world. The reason? He had yet to give them any grandchildren. Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction and is purely the product of my imagination. Any resemblance to real people, events, or beliefs is entirely coincidental. The intention is not to disrespect or diminish any faith or tradition, but rather to explore ideas within a fictional context. Reader discretion is advised.

"Come with me to take over the world! I am sure I'll make you King of Kings by then!" declared an invigorate figure. His long reddish blue hairs fluttering with a burning red gaze, he smirked. The 13 boys stared at him stunned. "What? Are you surprised?" Bewilderment yet a promise and an everlasting bond formed, So it begins the journey of stars. A mysterious and an amazingly talented juvenile cricket player Alan Rex Lorenzo, (concealing his identity) after suffering a huge loss two years ago, travels around the world in search of a strong team to rival the upcoming Men T-20 cricket world cup. Upon recieving a call from his brother from the Under-18 High school representatives cricket base, he heads back to Pakistan to encounter what he wandered insearch for long. Prodigies and Geniuses of all kinds from all over the country with talents shockingly astounding from one another gather together. Secrets and bonds, understanding and trust, hardwork and passion, relentless, brave and a youth never giving up! The kings of cricket alongside Alan rise up at the world stage once again!

On a certain train sat a certain boy, with average looks. He had his eyes closed as he dozed off while hugging his bag. Earphones were plugged into his ears, silently listening to the music. Just then, the heavy bass music he was listening to suddenly became heavenly zither music that contained the truths of the Heavenly Dao. The boy’s heartbeat followed the loose rhythm of the heavenly tune for a straight minute before having been jolted awake. When the boy's eyelids fluttered open, it was as if the people on the train heard angels weeping and devils laughing. The Heavens shook in fear whereas the Underworld rumbled with joy. As for this boy’s origin, not even the gods & devils dare find out. _____________________________________ Disclaimers: - Ai pic till I can afford to commission an artist. - This is the 2nd continuation of my Magic Martial World series. - It's paused until I finish my diploma this June 2024. _____________________________________ Discord: https://discord.gg/R7nmUAqm

"Your wench mother seduced my father and made you!" Consumed by rage after her half-sister insulted her mother, Reneira Dorient unleashed her secret power. Magic was taboo in the seven kingdoms, and those born with it must be burned. But she was a precious princess to the Kingdom. The royal family kept this secret with them and locked away her power, however, the King had a far darker plan: he forced her into a marriage with the evil prince of Thegara, a ruthless barbarian who had bathed in the blood of countless victims, as rumors said. Their union was the King’s strategy, she was a tool to win yet another war. The night the prince arrived to claim her, Reneira braced herself for the inevitable circumstances. However, nothing could have prepared her for the truth that this wasn’t just a marriage. Her new husband was a sweet torment, an immortal, god-like bully disguised in an impossibly beautiful human form with no rival. His every gaze felt like a punishment, and his sinful aura tempted her in ways she never expected. This god of lust refused to touch her or accept her as his true wife. Believing that her dignity was lost forever, she resigned herself to her fate, hoping to make a home in the hell she’d been thrown into. But fate, as it often did play, had other plans. She came to encounter a gorgeous yet wicked ex-mistress who didn't want her as his wife too and constantly attempts to push her out of the way... __ “Don’t even think about seducing me by licking your lips like that, doe-eyes!” He breathed in her ear as he joined her in bed, shirtless, his muscular abdomen rippling with each movement. “I… I’m not doing it on purpose!” she stammered, her breath catching in her chest when he wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her body against him. His mouth hovered near her ear. “I’m going to make you forget what happened today. My body is yours as compensation.” Butterflies fluttered in her stomach. Rolling her eyes away, she tried not to meet his dangerously alluring gaze. “You said we’re not a real couple, and I’m not your true mate. What’s changed your mind?” He grinned widely, grabbing her chin and leaning in so close that she could feel his warm breath against her skin. He used his tempting aura to compel her to meet his gaze. Her treacherous heart didn’t defy him again, he could hear it racing. “That term of the treaty no longer applies. From now on, you’re truly my wife, Doe-eyes. Only mine.” He paused, studying her body’s response. “Shall I stop here?” he whispered, his breath sending a shiver down her spine. Once again, she surprised him. The answer was the opposite of what the arousal scent of her body suggested. “Yes. You should stop.” "So you’re going to play a naughty game, wife?" ...

Link to the Novel: https://www.webnovel.com/book/lost-souls'-rendezvous_24939745906621205 Marco escaped from his father’s household and went on an unplanned road trip. He saw a girl in a forest and followed her to ask for directions but when he finally caught up; he was dumbstruck to see the girl at the edge of the cliff with her arms wide open. The lost young man misunderstood the situation. At that fateful dusk, they both didn’t know that it would be the trigger for their lives to change its view. It became the turning point for them. Marco is a lost young man who’s searching for the meaning of life and living with his newly accumulated freedom. Ayesha, a young lady that has been lost within her fears that has been bounding her and has been running away from death. Being lost in an unfamiliar place, Marco did not expect that he would have found the home that he has always wanted to have. Throughout his escapade, he discovered a lot of things, gained companions, began understanding what he has been looking for. He also found the girl that made his heart flutter. In that particular breathtaking sunset, at that certain cliff that became the witness of it all, he found her. *** ||Realistic Fiction|| ||Romance|| This novel is a work of fiction. Every name, character, place, and incident are all products of the author's imagination and are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or locales is entirely coincidental unless stated. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior knowledge and permission of the author. All rights reserved. Plagiarism is a crime! [07-14-21] Discord: Luminous_Arcadian#5813

The Lunaria bloodline has been hunted for generations forcing them to live as lone wolves to conceal their identities and ensure the chance to fulfill the prophecy. According to Selina’s mother, Selina Moonglow is the prophesized one. With the disappearance of her mother when she was young, Selina only knows the four things her mother told them: Her dreams will guide her Never reveal her true last name Follow her instincts Her wolf will stay bound until she accepts her mate. ================================================================ Selina stood before him, her fated mate. She had dreamt of his scent and his eyes for months now. A warmth crept over her as the flutter deep within her belly increased, almost to the point of breathlessness. He was seated at his desk, studying something with his shaggy blonde hair covering has face as he looked down. Why isn’t he looking up? The mate bond should be forcing his eyes to me... Selina thought. Confused she called his name, “Valentino..” Before she could finish, his cold, hard voice interrupted her, “It’s Alpha Valentino. Get out. I’m busy. Make an appointment.”

"Genevieve, don't you get it?" Jonathan's voice was laced with a hint of frustration, his words cutting through the air like a sharp blade. "I don't love you, and I never have," he continued, his tone devoid of emotion, leaving Genevieve's heart shattered into a million pieces. "Jonathan, wait... what do you mean?" Genevieve's voice trembled, her words barely above a whisper, as she struggled to comprehend the harsh reality. But Jonathan's expression remained resolute, his eyes cold and unyielding. "I love you, Genevieve, but I can't imagine a life with you," he said, his voice cracking with a mix of guilt and relief. "The wedding is off, I can't do this to myself," he declared, his words echoing through the room like a death sentence. Genevieve's world crumbled around her, her dreams shattered, her heart broken. "I'm sorry for telling you now," Jonathan said, his voice laced with regret, but it was too late, the damage was done. "Please stay," Genevieve begged, her voice cracking with desperation, but Jonathan was already gone, leaving her with a shattered heart. "I hope you find someone else," he said, his parting words a cruel twist of the knife, "someone who will love you like you deserve." But Genevieve's mind was a blur, her thoughts consumed by the anguish of Jonathan's rejection. She was lost in a sea of despair, unable to escape the pain that threatened to engulf her. Until Jayjay's soft voice pierced through the darkness, "Wake up, sleeping beauty." Genevieve's eyes fluttered open, her gaze locking onto her cousin's concerned face. "What are you doing in my room?" she asked, her voice husky from sleep, her mind still reeling from the vivid nightmare.

In the autumn of 2021, thirty-year-old entrepreneur Ronaldo embarks on a voyage across the Atlantic, leaving the shores of New York for England aboard a grand ocean liner. Joined by his business partners, Victor and Victoria, the ship carries not just crates of fine wine but also the weight of Ronaldo’s ambitions. The sprawling vessel, with its luxurious cabins and mysterious underbelly, becomes the backdrop for a journey that will forever alter the course of his life. Among the stars and sea, Ronaldo’s gaze is drawn to Aana, a spirited university student traveling with her father for her first oceanic adventure. She is a dreamer, a lover of theater, and a soul touched by quiet melancholy. Their initial conversations are lighthearted, yet beneath the surface lies a profound connection neither of them anticipated. As the ship sails into the night, their shared stories—of forgotten Shakespearean lines, thesis defenses, and heartbreaks—reveal their vulnerabilities and desires. Aana’s laughter is like music to Ronaldo, and her blue dress, fluttering in the wind, becomes an indelible image in his mind. But as their bond deepens, so does the sense of mystery surrounding Aana and the emotional walls she guards. Ronaldo’s poetic confession under the starlit sky leaves Aana shaken, her heart unexpectedly pulled toward this man who sees her as more than just fleeting beauty. Yet, as the ocean stretches endlessly before them, so too do the unspoken secrets and challenges that threaten to keep them apart. "The Ocean Between Us" is a tale of love found in unexpected places, where vulnerability meets courage and every stolen moment feels like a heartbeat away from destiny. But on this voyage, beneath the surface of their connection lies a storm waiting to unfold—one that will test the strength of their hearts and the limits of their choices.

A lowly slave finds herself at odds with the merciless crown prince, their fates dangerously entwined, and meant to separate only with her inevitable death by his hand. Sold to a brothel as a child, she wore the mask of insanity to escape the brutal clutches of life that awaited her, but it only brought her to another hell. She persisted, hoping to one day find her freedom and return to the ethereal valleys where she was born. All Alyssane desired was to find her home. One night of mystery and murder thrusts her into a dangerous game-shards of her memories are missing, she is accused of a fatal crime she could not escape, and her path entangles her with the cruel prince. She knows how things would end. But deceiving fates could be impossible when the man supposed to end her life is both her captive and her savior, when he is cold and menacing yet so easily mesmerizes her with his sweet nothings. His sins are known far wide and are darker than any nightmares plaguing her mind. She knows their fates together would entangle in a brutal mess, though it doesn’t stop her heart from fluttering like a caged bird whenever he is near. And he’s always near. Stirring a heat inside no forbidden thing ever should. In a world where love is a treacherous game, and vicious schemes are whispered behind every shadow, Alyssane must use every ounce of her charm and cunning to survive, even if it means enchanting the cruel prince out for her blood. ⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅ The crown prince's fingers trailed down her back, a slow, deliberate path that sent a shiver, half fear half something she did not dare name, through Alyssane. His gaze held hers, intense and unwavering. “What are you hiding?” He murmured, his breath hot against her skin as she defiantly met his eyes, “Maybe I don’t you to find out.” A sly smile curled over his lips and he leaned in, his warmth flooded her heart with mixed emotions, in contrast to the coldness of his eyes with a thinly veiled threat, “Are you sure?” "What do you want from me?" she asked, her voice barely a whisper. His eyes locked onto hers, filled with a dark promise. “Everything.” ⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅ Thank you for stopping by~! Enchanting The Cruel Prince is in a beta phase that I am slowly developing by managing a few hours from my packed schedule. The updates will remain slow, but if you enjoy the story, you can add it to your library and revisit it when there are more chapters or the novel is completed. Feel free to share any thoughts you have in the comments. Happy reading!

Ever wondered what a love poem sounds like after a long day at the office? This collection offers a unique blend of heartfelt emotion and everyday reality, capturing the highs and lows of life in a series of unforgettable poems. Get ready for a rollercoaster of feelings, from the tender to the turbulent.

As the last of the mist was expelled from her lips the man holding onto her stiffened further. He could only watch on helplessly as her silver eyes that used to glower at him with disdain slowly dim. His hands quiver out of despair and helplessness. "Wang Lan Biyu, keep your eyes on me. Do not fade away yet, do you hear me? I don't permit you to die!" The woman's pale face splashed with bits of blood rose into a weak disdainful smile. "You-*gasp..still want *gasp to act better than me..in the end*cough-" His eyes redden as another splash of red covers her pale lips. "Lan Biyu..." "-Chuanli*cough my guqin from master,...you hold onto it for me...ok?" Her last sentence was a faint weak whisper before her eyes flutter close shaking his heart and rattling his mind. "Lan Biyu!" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ -Please be civilized and don't steal my cover as your own.

The aroma of freshly brewed coffee swirled through the small café. Mia, a talented but self-doubting columnist, finds solace in her favorite neighborhood café, where the comforting hum of coffee machines and quiet conversations inspire her best work. Across the room sits a reserved bookshop owner with a passion for literature and a knack for lingering in the background. Mia noticed him, how he had a quiet intensity about him that intrigued her. But she was too reserved to approach, so their interactions were limited to fleeting glances and unspoken words. One destined morning, a torn page from reserved bookshop owner's favorite novel flutters to Mia’s feet. Scrawled in the margins is a note that reads: “If we wait for the perfect moment, it may never come.” Assuming it’s an accidental drop, Mia returns the page, only to learn this man left it for her intentionally—a quiet declaration of interest from a man who has admired her from afar. What starts as a hesitant introduction blossoms into a connection neither of them expected. As Mia helped him rediscover his long-abandoned dream of becoming a writer, he teaches her to embrace spontaneity and trust her instincts. Together, they prove that love, like the best stories, often begins with a leap of faith and a touch of serendipity. Set against the warm and inviting backdrop of their favorite café, "A Note in the Café" is a heartwarming tale about finding courage, following your heart, and discovering that the perfect moment is the one you create together.

*Clang!* The mask split in half, revealing a face so extraordinary it seemed almost otherworldly. Skin as pale as if it would smudge with the slightest touch, a sharp and elegant nose, perfectly shaped lips. Every feature was as refined as if sculpted by a master artisan, untouched by the passage of time. Once jet-black like the night, the hair had turned as white as the snow-capped mountains of the northern lands. It was still beautiful, but a fragile, ethereal quality had been added, as if the figure might scatter and dissolve into the air at any moment. As the mask fell away, revealing eyes beneath fluttering, slow-blinking lashes, they shone like polished black onyx—noble and luminous. It was a visage so close to a work of art that it seemed a pity only Ye Kang-oh and the sun bore witness to it. However, in the presence of this breathtakingly handsome man, Ye Kang-oh’s expression began to crumble. There was no way he couldn’t recognize that face. Not because it was a beauty that could rival even Song-ok or Ban-ak, but because it belonged to someone who had once been Kang-oh’s protector. "Is it you?" Ye Kang-oh, the youngest disciple of the Black Sky Lord, stood before the man he had once revered and adored. Dan Woo-hyo, the Lord of White Virtue Palace, whom the martial world believed to be missing, was there. "Has it really been you all along?" ------------ I am NOT the author. I'm just translating this novel.

Ellie Parker never expected to cross paths with Liam Carter again. Once the boy who made her high school heart flutter with every crooked smile and guitar strum, Liam is now a dazzling rock star with millions of fans and a reputation as a heartbreaker. Ellie, however, is just a quiet college student trying to keep her grades up while working part-time to stay afloat. Their worlds couldn’t be more different, but fate has other plans. When Ellie hears a hit song on the radio with lyrics eerily reminiscent of their shared past, her heart skips a beat. Could Liam have written it for her? Skeptical yet intrigued, Ellie finds herself thrown into an unexpected reunion when Liam attends their college’s annual gala as a surprise guest performer. The chemistry between them is undeniable, but Ellie isn’t the starstruck fan Liam is used to. She’s the one who got away—and she’s not convinced that revisiting their past won’t leave her heartbroken. As Liam tries to prove his feelings through late-night serenades, stolen moments, and heartfelt confessions, Ellie is forced to confront her insecurities. Could the girl who once hid in the library really be enough for someone whose life is constantly in the spotlight?

Sierra Shyne never expected to wake up in the body of a notorious villainess. But when she transmigrates into Angelica D'Alathra, the cruel and scheming daughter of a noble house, she finds herself facing a fate much darker than she could have imagined. Angelica's life is riddled with death flags, political traps, and a cold prince who seems bent on ruining her. With only a mysterious "golden finger" system to guide her, Sierra must navigate the perilous world of royal politics, magic, and hidden enemies. Her mission: rewrite Angelica’s fate and avoid the fatal mistakes that led to her untimely death. But when Prince Alistair D'Alathra, the brooding and enigmatic crown prince, takes an interest in her, Sierra is caught in a dangerous game of tension, bickering, and unexpected attraction. Will Sierra survive the treacherous world she's been thrown into? Or will love—and the prince she must learn to trust—be the death of her? In this fast-paced royal romance full of twists, magic, and political intrigue, nothing is ever as it seems. Prepare for a heart-fluttering journey where every choice could mean the difference between life and death.

Does love hurt or it makes your heart flutter? Teresita, a 25-year-old always asked these questions every time she finished reading her books or watched dramas on television. She wished to meet her prince charming and felt love like the characters in the story. Not until she vanished from the city library to the unknown world where she will meet her lover.

In 2024 a disaster came upon Earth, that caused the planet to change greatly. It was no longer the same. Magic, elf's, vampires, demons and so much more had changed it for the better or the worst. Asclepius now it's name and the baby who's eyes had fluttered open was Adrian Amdis Acheron. A new body, a new world and even a system. What secret does he hold and how will he manipulate everthing to his own advantage? But will the manipulator of manipulators be outsmarted? The one pulling the strings might not be Adrian as he gets washed away to whatever world would get him stronger. ___________________________________________________ This is completely mine. Everything is what I tought long and hard over. And especially used imaginition for. All characters are mine and so is the storyline. The cover isn't mine. If the owner wishes for me to remove it please contact me. *One to five chapters a week.

When Daphne opens a mysterious, ancient book, she’s transported into a captivating yet perilous Victorian world—a realm of shadows, secrets, and forbidden magic. Lost in this enchanting land, she encounters Adonis, a strikingly handsome yet enigmatic commander with piercing blue eyes and a past that haunts him like a ghost. From their first, electric gaze, an undeniable connection sparks—a blend of fear, longing, and destiny intertwining their fates. Under the moonlit skies, amidst fluttering butterflies and the sound of rain, their romance blossoms—a fragile light in a world cloaked in darkness. But their love is threatened by the empress’s sinister schemes, a cursed herb driving men mad, and the relentless pull of an imperial conspiracy. Together, Daphne and Adonis must navigate the labyrinth of secrets surrounding the empire and the book that brought her here. As their bond deepens, Daphne discovers that her arrival was no coincidence. The book holds answers, but every revelation brings new dangers. Can their love survive the storm? And will Daphne find her way home, or has her heart already anchored itself to this enigmatic man and his world? Dive into a tale of romance, mystery, and suspense, where love defies time, and destiny is written in the whispers of butterflies' wings.

After a fatal accident, Azalea Thompson tries to navigate the complicated yet sappy love of the famous drama in her world, "My Heart Flutters For You". As she get sucked into its world, she assumes the identity of a supporting character as she has to monitor the main couple's love to assure for a happy ending, or she won't be able to escape this drama-like world.

When Shirakawa Kento's parents remarried, his new stepsister becomes Sophia Frost, a British girl with blonde hair and blue eyes who is also his high school classmate. She is known for her cool demeanor and always being alone, dubbing her as the 'Solitary Flower' for her beauty. When they first started living together, Sophia continued to act coldly towards Kento, saying "I don't have anything to say to you", but as they spent more time under the same roof... "I-It's not like I like your scent or anything...!" "Could you, um, call me Sophia...?" Slowly, she starts awkwardly seeking affection from Kento...!? This kuudere British beauty who can't be honest easily is too cute in this heart-fluttering romantic comedy!

Third person POV Chapter 1: Moonlight and Shadows Diana Black's eyes fluttered open, her heart racing as she gasped for air. She was drenched in sweat, her sheets tangled around her legs. It was just a dream, she told herself, trying to calm her racing thoughts. But the memory of the dream lingered, refusing to be shaken. In the dream, she was running, her feet pounding the earth as she desperately tried to escape. A figure loomed behind her, its presence dark and menacing. Diana's mind replayed the images, her senses still reeling from the fear that had gripped her. Who was the person chasing her? And why did she feel like she was being pulled toward them, despite the terror that filled her heart? As she sat up in bed, her eyes scanning the darkened room, Diana couldn't shake the feeling that the dream was more than just a product of her imagination. It felt like a warning, a message from her subconscious that something was coming, something that would change her life forever. She threw off the covers and got out of bed, padding over to the window to gaze out at the night. The moon cast its silvery glow over the city, illuminating the towering skyscrapers and casting long shadows across the streets. Diana felt a shiver run down her spine as she gazed out at the moonlit landscape. She loved the night, loved the way the shadows seemed to come alive in the darkness. But tonight, the shadows seemed to hold a sinister presence, as if they were watching her, waiting for her to make a move. With a sense of unease, Diana turned away from the window and began to get ready for her shift at the café. She tried to push the dream and its lingering fear to the back of her mind, but she couldn't shake the feeling that something was off, that the night held secrets and dangers that she couldn't even begin to imagine. With a sense of unease, Diana turned away from the window and began to get ready for her shift at the café. She tried to push the dream and its lingering fear to the back of her mind, but she couldn't shake the feeling that something was off, that the night held secrets and dangers that she couldn't even begin to imagine. As she grabbed her bag and headed out the door, Diana felt a sudden chill run down her spine. She spun around, but there was no one there. The hallway was empty, the only sound the creaking of the old building. Diana's heart was racing as she turned to leave, but her feet felt rooted to the spot. And then, she saw it. A piece of paper on the floor, with a message scrawled in red ink: "They're coming for you." Diana's blood ran cold as she stared at the message, her mind reeling with questions. Who was coming for her? And why?