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Loid Faints

Monopolize My Mysterious Wife

Who was Quan Jingwu? He was the prominent figure at the heart of the city, nicknamed "Master Jing," and he was also the pinnacle "Big Diamond" of the city's social pyramid. However, one day, the highly esteemed ""Big Diamond"" got labeled ""exclusive"" by a woman, someone they regarded as the lowest of the low. Everyone in the city was left dumbfounded. And who was Jian Qing? She was the family's black sheep, rejected as an illegitimate child, and the laughingstock of the aristocratic families. When she returned, she shone brilliantly; it was time for those who owed her to pay back. As her multiple identities were unveiled, those who once looked down on her felt like they had been slapped in their faces. The first time they met, she was as serene as a lotus. She had a composed demeanor, and she made a grand entrance. The second time they met, she was as fierce as a wild beast. There was a faint smile on her face, but her actions were ruthless and swift. The third time they met, she was as cunning as a fox. With a simple call of ""Little Jing,"" she completely captured his heart, leading him onto the path of a doting husband and never looking back. Scene of Lovey-Dovey Moments: Subordinate: ""Boss, there's a rumor outside that Madam was born to restrain you, and your fortunes don't align." Master Jing: "Nonsense." "...". The subordinates lowered their heads and shifted back slightly, afraid of their boss's wrath. Then, a deep voice with a hint of indulgent laughter rang out, ""Clearly, she was born to pamper and love me."" Caught off guard by a sudden burst of affection, everyone instantly felt overwhelmed with love and let out a heartfelt cheer. 'Madam, come quickly and take away the boss—boss is about to show off his affections again!'
Mint Cool Summer · 871.8K Views

Caged by the Billionaire

“Squeal———” The screeching of emergency brakes tore through the entire night sky. Her body, like a broken bag, was flung onto the windshield, and then, rolled down to the ground viciously. That light purple evening gown was soon soaked red with the blood gushing down her legs. In the pool of blood, she lay silently on the ground, with only the images of his entanglement with that woman at the wedding lingering in her mind… Four years of entanglement, a single contract. He was President Leng, the finance mogul who could summon the wind and call the rain, icily imposing, his authority unchallenged. On a rainy night after breaking up with his beloved girlfriend, he found her, a helpless and orphaned girl, at the head of the bridge. He didn't love her, yet he made her his woman, a woman to bear his children. He had always just been used to her presence, until that night, when he saw her lying in a pool of blood with his child… She was the mute orphan who had relied solely on Ah Mo since childhood, born into hardship, calm and resilient. At the age of eighteen, to escape a fate of being sold by her uncle, she fled the small fishing village and met the cold and lofty him in the strange city. He paid for Ah Mo’s medical expenses, for her university education, they were entwined night and day, but all for the sake of a heir. That night, a car accident, a miscarriage, a broken heart, all she could do was leave in sorrow… [Note] The story is slightly tragic throughout but has a fulfilling conclusion. Finished work by Anxiang http://read.xxsy.net/info/162141.html Zuifei Crime http://read.xxsy.net/info/212178.html “Torture the Concubine”
Faint fragrance · 118.3K Views

Rise of the cosmos

In 2010, mysterious portals known as “gates” ripped open across the globe, snatching people away and unleashing monstrous beings upon Earth. For six harrowing months, humanity battled these invaders until the gates reopened, returning the vanished with newly awakened, cosmic powers linked to distant planets. Dubbed the "Children of the Sun," these transformed individuals became humanity's unlikely defenders, each empowered by the celestial energy of a specific planet. Now, in 2025, the hunt for these enigmatic portals has evolved into a nationwide quest—and with it, the rise of exclusive academies dedicated to training these gifted warriors. Amid this charged atmosphere, 15-year-old Seon-Woo experiences a startling awakening after fainting at school, a phenomenon never before seen. Just as the world begins to adapt, a new portal appears, unleashing monsters fifty times more formidable than those from the past. While traditional foes can only be defeated by a Child of the Sun from their corresponding planet, this latest threat defies the rules, as no human emerges to claim the celestial mantle. Desperate times force humanity to craft rare, expensive weapons forged from the very skin of these beasts—a temporary fix in the face of overwhelming danger. As Seon-woo enrolls in the military to execute a plan thw world was not ready for, he soon discovers that his abilities might not only allow him to slay these monstrous foes but even to control them. With the fate of a world teetering on the brink of cosmic chaos, his journey becomes a race against time to unlock the true potential of the sun within him—and to determine whether he can stand as humanity's final line of defense against an enemy unlike any other.
Daoist5AANgy · 1.3K Views

The CEO’s Paranoid and Spoiled Wife

Ye Wanwan, in her past life, had a husband who neither loved her nor was close to his son. Upon rebirth, she had an epiphany; she would not wholeheartedly and recklessly love someone again. She decided to let herself go, no longer restraining herself, and began to do whatever she wanted to do. Shen Yi was busy with work, especially after being appointed by his father to establish an overseas branch. He hadn't returned home for two months, nor had he seen his wife. On his wife's birthday, he made a special trip back to the country, but learned from a servant that his wife had gone to a singer's concert. Shen Yi didn't even see her and left that same night. On their wedding anniversary, Shen Yi came back to the country again, only to find his wife throwing a pool party with a bunch of fair-weather friends at their villa, ending up drunk. He didn't even get a chance to speak a few words to her before he had to leave once more. Having initially completed the establishment of the overseas company, Shen Yi officially returned to the country. The day before returning, he even called home to check with the servants, making sure that his wife was at home and planning to pick him up from the airport the next day, feeling a faint sense of happiness. The next day, Shen Yi saw his wife, dressed in a revealing camisole and shorts, looking youthful and energetic at the airport. However, his wife was squeezed among a crowd, shouting at a man wearing sunglasses, "Husband!" Shen Yi, with a stern face, asked his visibly embarrassed assistant, "When did I get divorced?" [This sweet tale is free if it's not sweet! The female lead is a pure white flower who can't conquer all enemies, but there will be a little bun in the later stages!]
Like77 · 329.6K Views

The Marriage Trap

[Bad Body X Downfall Heiress] When Shen Chaoxi first met Shang Jianghan: She had been thrown out of her house by her biological father, while he was trapped inside his car after being overtaken at a sharp bend. A pair of slender and fair hands parted the crowd, and at a glance, saw Shang Jianghan's handsome face crushed beneath the weight. The crowd was panic-stricken, trying every possible means to rescue him, but none were as effective as Shen Chaoxi's cunningly angled kick that broke through the door. —— When Shang Jianghan saw Shen Chaoxi again: In Shangjing's top-notch club, Shen Chaoxi, dressed in an overly loose Didalun janitor's uniform, was squeezed into a corner of a corridor by several young scions of the Beijing Circle, with only a metal fence separating her from the twenty-meter drop behind her. Shang Jianghan, hands in pockets and a cigarette hanging from the corner of his mouth, watched coolly, waiting for her to open her mouth and ask for help. With a clap of her hands, Shen Chaoxi swiftly knocked the group of scions to the ground, wailing in pain! —— The next time Shang Jianghan and Shen Chaoxi met: In the corridors of the Beijing University Affiliated Hospital, all was white. Her grandmother's condition had worsened beyond help, and in front of her lay the cold, black-on-white consent form to give up treatment. Her pale, delicate fingers held the black pen, signing her name with firm strokes. Shang Jianghan approached and, with a swipe, tore the document to shreds. I'll save the person, I'll pay the bills, you're mine! —— Years later, As the setting sun cast long shadows, Shang Jianghan leaned against the car door, watching his wife's aggrieved face as she complained, shaking her slender arms: "Your son must lose weight, my arms are sore from holding him!" Shang Jianghan's lips curved into a faint smile as he gathered her into his arms to soothe her, his emotions swirling with gratitude that such a Shen Chaoxi belonged solely to him! Sweet pampering/dual purity, join the story with ease!
Pure Eleven · 113.5K Views

The Grim Loop of Destiny

[WSA Entry 2025] First two chapters gonna be info dump to make readers understand the power system and the whole world. [Disclaimer:] This is not a story for the faint-hearted. It delves into the darkest depths of humanity, where morality is shattered, and power reigns supreme. Most readers won’t have the courage to face this unrelenting descent into shadows. If you seek light, hope, and happiness, turn away now. But maybe  just maybe  you’re different. Strong enough to confront the abyss and see what lies beyond. If so, prove it. [Synopsis:] Veythor is a man cursed by fate, his existence a relentless cycle of suffering. Across three lives, he has endured nothing but torment and betrayal. On Earth, he was broken by those he trusted  betrayed by family, ruined by love, and left to die in despair. In his second life, his fate was even crueler, his body and soul crushed by monsters in human form. But Thalvoria his third life is the most merciless of all. A vast and unforgiving world, Thalvoria is ruled by beings of unimaginable power. Here, mages sunder mountains with a thought, empires rise and fall in rivers of blood, and forgotten gods slumber beneath the earth. Mythical beasts stalk cursed forests, and the very land hungers for suffering. In Thalvoria, even the heavens cast shadows  and every choice is a gamble with damnation. Yet Veythor refuses to break. Haunted by memories of his past lives, he sharpens his pain into a weapon. Every betrayal fuels his resolve, every scar strengthens his will. As the balance of power shifts and the Weave of Magic tightens its grip on the world, Veythor sets his sights on a singular goal: to seize control of his cursed destiny, no matter the cost his only goal is to destroy the whole world with himself. But in a land where salvation and damnation are two sides of the same coin, what will remain of the man who refuses to die? When the world itself thirsts for blood, Veythor will rise  or drag all of Thalvoria into the abyss with him.
Peak_Madness · 2.9K Views

The Server's Chronicle: A Fantasy Of Faith

Senior Server Felix stood at the front of the church, his voice steady and solemn as he greeted the congregation. “Our help is in the name of the Lord,” he intoned. “Who made Heaven and Earth,” the people responded in unison, their voices matching his reverent tone. “Today, we initiate new members into this divine and holy Order,” Felix continued. “Today, we welcome new brethren into the bosom of our Lord Jesus Christ.” At the back of the church, Louis sat on one of the few single chairs, his posture slightly slouched as his focus remained on a sheet of music in his hands. The title read, "Brightest and Best – Key of A-flat." 'Why didn’t Gramps give me an F or G? A-flat is so difficult, and I only have three days to finish it,' he grumbled silently, his brow furrowing in frustration. But he dared not voice his complaints. He could already imagine his grandfather assigning him even more difficult pieces—F-sharps and endless A-flats—as punishment. From the front of the church, a serene voice called out, “Harry! Step forward!” Louis glanced up, momentarily pulled from his inner musings. His eyes landed on a girl stepping forward from the pews. She had black hair neatly styled in a bun and striking green eyes that seemed to shine with warmth and composure. Dressed in a modest brown dress and black sandals, with a rosary resting gracefully around her neck, she exuded a calm, dignified presence. Her tanned skin and graceful demeanor only added to the aura of reverence surrounding her, befitting an Altar server. 'Sigh,' Louis thought as he brushed a hand through his white hair, his blue eyes softening with a mix of admiration and envy. 'I wonder what it’s like to be an Altar server. They all seem so pure and divine… and powerful.' Just as he returned his attention to his music, a calm, gentlemanly voice spoke beside him. “You could also be an Altar server, if you’re interested.” “Huh?” Louis blurted out, snapping his head to the side. But no one was there. “What in the name of Jesus is going on here?” he muttered, glancing nervously around. “At least you know my name,” the voice replied again, seemingly amused. “What?” Louis whispered, his heart beginning to race. "I'm certain you will be a good server," the voice said, calm yet enigmatic. Louis narrowed his eyes, still searching for its source. "Who are you?" "I have many personalities. I have many names," the voice replied with an air of mystery. "It’s your choice which one you accept." "You’re not making any sense," Louis muttered, growing more unsettled. "Blessed are those who have not seen but believed…" Before Louis could respond, his vision blurred, and the world around him seemed to melt away. He jolted awake, gasping for air. His hands clutched the crumpled sheet of music, its corners bent from his restless grip. His head teetered precariously over the edge of his bed, a faint ache in his neck reminding him of the awkward position he’d been in. "Holy Mother of Jesus!" he exclaimed as he lost his balance, tumbling off the bed in a heap of blankets and scattered papers.
JuniKelv_ · 15.7K Views

Lord of Solva: Players as My Pawns

"How many did we lose?" A figure seated on a grand throne asked. "Thirty universes, my lord," a voice responded. "Thirty universes, huh… Over 521 thousand planets." The being on the throne remained silent for a moment before asking, "What’s their next target?" "The Cosmos, my lord." The figure slowly stood, the dim throne room gradually illuminating as the light spread outward. "Destiny, show me its future." A woman rose from her seat, her eyes glowing with an eerie brilliance. "My lord, based on my calculations… complete annihilation." The being’s gaze swept across the countless seats surrounding him. The Lords of the Multiverse sat in silence—each one powerful enough to erase a universe, yet none dared to speak under his presence. A faint blue light flickered. "That lunatic is growing stronger by the day. At this rate, the balance will collapse." The lords exchanged uneasy glances. No one wanted to disrupt the equilibrium. If they intervened, an even greater force might step in—and they would all lose the power they had spent eons accumulating. Then, a voice broke the tension. "My lord… The Cosmos has fallen." Silence. A long, weary sigh escaped the being’s lips. "But… there is something unusual," the voice hesitated. "A small world… Earth. They fought back. Despite their lack of resources, they somehow made it work. They used hmmm some type of ore—a rare ore—to resist. But they lacked the means to protect themselves from its effects." The being’s gaze lifted. The others followed, their massive thrones rising in unison. The World Tree’s wood gleamed faintly in the abyss of the throne hall. He turned to the window, his voice calm but commanding. "Lord of Time… rewind the clock. This time, we will intervene." A murmur rippled through the hall. "Lord…" The sound echoed, filled with concern. A single move from them could shift the fate of existence. They were not meant to interfere. Yet now, their highest leader was breaking that rule. "Rewind… Hmm....again…" the being mused. "Not bad. Not bad at all." The throne, forged from countless suns, began to glow. The Lord of Laws removed his hand from its surface, and a surge of blue light filled the room. No words were spoken. One by one, the lords stood, their towering seats rising higher. Each throne bore the insignia of a universe, their very essence etched into the divine wood. Their hands extended, and a brilliant blue radiance cut through the darkness. For the first time in eons, the void saw light. "Let’s create a world for them… as a trial." A deep chuckle rumbled through the hall, growing into a booming laugh. "That world shall be called… Solva." "Ahahahahahahaha!"
Msd_Zeroo · 9K Views

The Erratum

“Aegir..” A single word remains in Cetas’ mind as he succumbs to the everlasting pressure of the depths - a glimmer of light filtering from above. He floats endlessly, the tidal currents rushing his body to who-knows-where yet he remains unconscious as the word echoes in his mind. He no longer remembers any memories that he once had but only mere fragments of what his past once was. A depth-dweller. A long lost race of ancient, forgotten in history as humans usurped the throne of the world, claiming superiority amongst other races of legend. After the war of mystics, only humans endured to live and gather themselves once more - dominating the entire world by force. Yet, depth dwellers remained - hidden and forgotten. And now.. The first would rise up on the surface. For hours upon hours, Cetas let the currents take him away, rendering his consciousness useless everytime he woke up. But now, it seemed that a warm and radiating light pierced his very pressurized skin. It was.. unfamiliar. He opened his eyes only to be greeted by a rocking hull, shaking synchronously with the sound of crashing waves. Yet, somewhere near him, he heard a faint and soft voice speaking a foreign language. He shifted his head to the direction of the voice and saw an unfamiliar face of a golden-haired lady with sea-like blue eyes, staring at him with utmost curiosity. The lady opened her mouth and let out another wave of unfamiliar words. Perplexed, Cetas sat up slowly, moving his body sluggishly. He then gazed at his surroundings, first staring at the massive rocking hull and onto the wooden floor and to the people surrounding him. Some wore bandanas and others wore white-loose blouses paired with leather boots and tricorn hats. However, Cetas wasn’t at all surprised by the unfamiliar scenery. But rather, he gazed above the sky, reaching far beyond the clouds, and saw the burning sphere of light that penetrated his deep-black eyes. Upon staring for 5 seconds he instinctively winced in pain. “Ow!” He looked around once more, pacing his head back and forth towards the unfamiliar people around him, and pondered, “Where am I?”
DauntlessBrother · 8.5K Views

Last Moon: Rebirth, Love, and the Werewolf Rockstar

She loved once. It destroyed her. She won’t make the same mistake again. Mizuki Wolfe should have had it all—the perfect love, the perfect life. But love, as she learned, was nothing more than a cruel illusion. In her first life, she gave her heart to the wrong man, trusted the wrong people, and paid the ultimate price. When she died, she carried nothing but regrets. Then she woke up—alive. A second chance. A new life. And this time, she knows better. Now, Mizuki has one rule: never fall in love again. She walks away from her engagement to billionaire Pablo Rossi without a second thought. She plays matchmaker, ensuring he ends up with someone else. The world watches in shock, but no one dares to ask the real question—why? Because if they did, they’d never believe the answer. Then came HIM. A rockstar with a voice that sends shivers down her spine. A pair of mismatched eyes—one gold, one blue—that seem to see everything. K is the kind of man who sings of soulmates, who believes in fated love as if it’s a force stronger than time itself. And the moment he lays eyes on Mizuki, he knows. She is his. But Mizuki doesn’t believe in fate. She’s lived this life before, and she refuses to repeat the same mistakes. Only… fate doesn’t seem to care what she believes. And neither does he. A battle of heart versus destiny. A love that wasn’t supposed to happen—again. Will Mizuki’s walls finally break, or will K learn that even soulmates can slip through fate’s fingers? A story of second chances, soulmates, and the impossible fight against destiny. ---------------------------------------------- “Miss Mizuki,” he greeted, his voice deep and smooth, the kind of voice that belonged in an expensive whiskey commercial—or better yet, a lover’s whisper. Mizuki blinked. Then again. Her mouth opened to respond, but what emerged was less “hello” and more “garbled wheeze.” Lizbeth, her ever-loyal assistant, jabbed her sharply in the ribs. “Hey,” she whispered, her tone sly, “I think the leading man just fell in love with you at first sight.” “Shh!” Mizuki hissed, her face heating up. She tried to regain her footing, figuratively and literally, but managed only to trip over her own feet. She lurched forward, arms flailing in what she hoped looked like an intentional movement. K, lightning-quick, caught her before disaster struck. His hands were firm yet gentle as they steadied her. Up close, those stunning eyes were even more hypnotic, and the faint scent of cedar and rain seemed to linger around him. “Are you all right?” he asked, his lips quirking into a smile that somehow managed to be both kind and devastatingly alluring. Mizuki’s brain short-circuited. She realized she was still clutching his arms and yanked herself back so fast she almost stumbled again. Lizbeth leaned closer, whispering gleefully, “You okay? Your heart’s racing.” “I want to run,” Mizuki muttered, barely moving her lips. “What?” Lizbeth asked, her grin widening. “I want to run,” Mizuki repeated in a fierce whisper. “Far away. To another country, maybe.” Lizbeth snickered. “Flight at first sight, huh?” “Yes!” Mizuki hissed, shooting a panicked glance at K, who was still watching her like she was the only thing worth noticing in the entire room. His gaze was so warm, so intense, it could have melted steel—and definitely her composure. She shot a look at Lizbeth, who was no help at all, and then at the nearest exit. She was already planning her escape. Update Schedule: Start February 14, 2024 Update: daily at midnight follow me on IG: @schreient_rui Like the story? gimme coffee :D https://ko-fi.com/schreient
schreient · 13.9K Views

Descent to The World of Chaos

Mary, before becoming the Child of Slaughter was nothing more than a weak and sickly orphan from a distant blue star called Earth. On that humble planet, she was unremarkable—just another faceless soul among countless others, resigned to a quiet and lonely demise. Her life was ordinary, fleeting, and insignificant. But fate had other plans Without warning, Mary was cast into the World of Chaos—a realm of endless darkness, chaos and destruction Stripped of the mundane comforts of her former life, she struggled to adapt, clinging to survival with her frail body. Yet no amount of resolve could shield her from the harshness of this new reality Eventually, the cruelty of her circumstances broke her. Her innocence was gone, and in its place, something cold and hateful took root. She became a machine of war—a tool forged by necessity, conditioned to kill, to survive, and to endure in a world that demanded blood and sacrifice But even in the abyss, there remained a faint glimmer of hope Mary encountered Ethan Bright, the Archduke of Dreams. He was the Perfect Being and one of the Four Rulers of the now-fallen Empire His very existence gave people hope that one day, the Empire would be rebuilt and that peace would return to this cursed world, but hope was never enough Calamity struck again and again. So as the years passed the burning star was eventually extinguished. As everything they tried so hard to perserve crumbled before them Faced with the inevitable end, Ethan Bright fell just like the others. The Perfect Being, the loving husband, the devoted father–he was no more. What remained was an empty shell, consumed by despair and madness. No longer the Archduke of Dreams, he became the Sin of Avaritia, a being consumed by insatiable longing and regret In his descent, Ethan embarked on a path of self-destruction, conducting countless experiments in a desperate attempt to change their predetermined future. In his madness, Ethan even went as far as creating the embodiment of Chaos itself, accelerating the death of an already dying world During this madness all those who sought to stop or save him fell one by one, unable to withstand the merciless path he had carved for himself And after everything that has happened, only one remained—Mary. She was the last tether to his shattered mind, the only constant in his spiral of destruction. She was all he had left to protect, the only reminder of the man he used to be Confronted with the weight of his sins and the irreversible consequences of his actions, Ethan became The One Who Wished, a being who chased the impossible—atonement for an unforgivable sin Consumed by regret, he desperately sought a way to undo the damage he had wrought. And yet every effort proved fruitless, but even then he pressed on, clinging to the faintest sliver of hope But at the face of an inevitable end, Ethan made his most desperate and selfish choice He cursed Mary with a twisted form of immortality–one born of his own shattered dreams and unyielding desire to see her live on. It was a cruel gift, an unbreakable chain tying her to a future that he has failed to protect Though he expected her hatred– though he deserved her scorn–Ethan still dared to hope. Somewhere in the depths of his broken mind, he wished for her understanding, for her forgiveness It was a foolish dream, but it was all he had left And so, Mary endured Iteration after iteration, their destinies unfolded anew. With each cycle, they changed—growing, learning, diverging from the paths that were once thought inevitable. This time, they would rise to confront the sins of their past, the burdens of their present, and the sinners across countless timelines Hopefully this time, Mary and Ethan would change their predetermined future As they face their irredeemable past and carve a new future from the wreckage of despair Though the question remained: Can they finally break free from their predetermined fate? Only time will tell
White_With_Light · 14.7K Views

Unwritten Desires

“Oww…” I winced, lifting my throbbing head before glancing around and as expected the lab was in chaos. There was glass shattered everywhere, sparks fleeing from one place to another and the acrid scent of burning chemicals filled the air. Flames licked at the countertops, but what made my stomach drop was the gas spilling from a ruptured pipe. Crap. No one needed to tell me. I already knew it was toxic. The faint greenish tinge to the air, the sharp sting in my nose. It was more than toxic….it was deadly. And spreading fast and I couldn’t help but wonder what would have caused such an explosion. I tried to push myself up, but pain shot through my ankle, forcing me back down. I bit back a scream. “Dammit!” I cursed. That’s when I saw him. Liam. He was standing near the exit, scanning the chaos with an unnerving calmness and it was obvious he hadn’t seen me yet. Why the hell did he always have to be everywhere? He was already annoying enough. Ugh. I held back an eye roll. I tried my best to get up again but it was completely useless. I had sprained my ankle and there was no one around to help me…except him of course. Even if I wanted to yell for help, I’m sure the students left would be running towards the exit by now. So I didn’t have a choice but to ask him for help…apparently my only other option was dying and I couldn’t afford that. “Liam!” I choked out, coughing against the gas as it seeped closer. His head snapped in my direction. His eyes locked on mine, and for a moment, I thought he’d help. Instead, his expression hardened. He turned toward the door, ready to leave. God. He really was an asshole. “Wait!” I shouted, my voice cracking. “Help me! Please!” He paused, barely glancing over his shoulder. “I’m sorry, do I know you?” His voice was cold, detached and heavy with sarcasm. I gritted my teeth. My head throbbed, and the gas was making my vision blur, but I forced the words out. “We have classes together. Or have you forgotten the girl who was paired up with you in chemistry today…and do you even need to know someone to help them out?” I snapped. His gaze lingered on me for another second before he turned to leave and then I knew I had no choice. “If you don’t help me, I’ll tell everyone your secret.” My words made him turn. His dark eyes narrowed as he strode closer, towering over me. I had been holding it in for too long. It was high time I let it out. “My secret?” His tone was mocking. “Your fall must’ve really messed with your head, four eyes. Now you think a bluff is going to make me help you?” “It’s not a bluff,” I snapped, coughing violently. “I know who you really are, Alex.” His entire body stiffened. “Care to repeat that?” His voice was low, dangerous. I sucked in a shaky breath, the gas burning my lungs. “I know this identity of yours is just a cover, Alex Bronson.” I drawled. “So if you know what’s good for you, stop questioning me like a fool and help me dammit.” ~~~~~~~~ Eleanor is a 23-year old woman who was involved in a car accident on her way to her interview. Unfortunately she doesn't make it and assumes she's going to find herself in the afterlife but instead finds herself in the body of a college student named Theodora. And this college student happens to be a side character in one of the books she read in her past life. Having found herself in this body, she decides to find out why she's there and try to return to her old world. On her quest for answers she realizes she has to play her part as Theadora in this world which however lands her in a lot of problems.
LunaPixie08 · 13.1K Views

Cursed Bond: Claimed By The Monstrous Alpha Prince [BL]

Lilac has lived a life of suffering. From being forced to disguise himself as a girl to survive, to being labeled cursed after failing to awaken his heavenly gifts that everyone else could, he is shunned by all. To add salt to his wound, before he turns 18, his father vanishes, and his uncle seizes the throne that should've rightfully been Lilac's as the eldest son. Before Lilac could successfully flee, he is caught and traded to the monsters beyond the kingdom—beasts so feared that no one who sees them returns. But instead of death, Lilac is claimed by Sloan. Born cursed, Sloan is a prince of the Enwulves, an extinct hybrid wolf species. Even though he is a prince, he has lived life as an outcast due to his curse that causes him to forcibly transform every full moon, thus losing his humanity. His life has been mapped out for him, but when he finds Lilac—battered, freezing, and terrified—something shifts. For the first time, his rage stills. It was just a glimpse, a scent, a tiny whimper of fright. And that was it. Humans are meant to be slaves. Enwulves are forbidden from claiming them. Keeping Lilac means war. But Sloan has never followed rules, and Lilac has never belonged—until now. ~~~ | ~~~ “Are you afraid of me, little human?” Sloan husked out, cold lips grazing my bleeding fingers before his lips parted slightly to release hot breath over them. I trembled, rooted in the spot with fright and unable to breathe. Was this a trick question? Of course I’m afraid of him! Everyone is! Who wouldn’t be? Slaves are never supposed to be in his presence, except they suddenly desire a quick demise. Am I supposed to respond honestly or lie? When cold lips closed around my finger, I gasped in shock, a rush of fright and dread engulfing me. He was gonna bite off my finger right now, wasn’t he? Just because my stupid brain couldn’t come up with a response? The rumors said he was a heartless psychopath, but I didn’t think it was actually true! However, a hot tongue swiped over my fingertips and I sucked in a sharp breath, exhaling shakily while my chest expanded and my brain tried to figure out what was happening, and why my fingers weren't bitten off yet— or why I’m still breathing in his presence. Next, cold, long fingers wrapped around my wrist and my hand was being tugged upward, then a nose was digging into my pulse point, and I almost fainted when cold lips dragged over the sensitive skin there. The sound of a deep inhale filled up my ear next. “Fuck. You smell so good.” Oh heavens. This was worse than I thought. Instead of killing me, was he planning to… eat me… literally???! What the fuck? *** R18+! Cover not mine!
Bree_Airee · 1.3K Views
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