Velvet Veneer

What if your worst enemies suddenly became your most devoted allies—because you turned them into irresistible, enchanting femboys? Meet Cecil: a cunning, ruthless mastermind hiding an extraordinary power beneath his calm exterior. With a single stroke of his feathered pen, he transforms those who dare to cross him into beautiful, loyal members of his ever-growing harem. But this isn’t some silly game—it's a calculated campaign to build a nation unlike any other. In a world of secrets, magic, and brutal politics, Cecil must navigate a treacherous landscape filled with dangerous foes and hidden agendas. His targets? Only those who insult, threaten, or betray him. His allies? A charming, fiercely loyal band of femboys who live by his side in a shadowy sanctuary. If you think power is all about strength and magic, think again. For Cecil, true power lies in control, seduction, and a pen that changes fate. Welcome to the Velvet Court—where loyalty is beautiful, and revenge is intoxicating.

(Matured Content-No rape) “She was promised to a prince. But taken by a monster who calls himself king.” In a realm ruled by blood and empire, twenty-four kingdoms bow to one throne — and at the center of it sits Emperor Zareth Ravaryn, a vampire older than most dynasties, cold as obsidian, and feared as much as he is obeyed. Princess Serenya of Vayrana was never meant to catch his eye. Gentle. Devoted. Already betrothed to the human prince she loved from afar. But one imperial ceremony changed everything. When the Emperor sees her — veiled in gold, eyes full of light — he names her his future Empress. She refuses. He doesn’t ask twice. Now torn from her homeland and chained in silk and duty, Serenya finds herself in a court of shadows, where power is worn like perfume and secrets drip from every whispered bow. But Zareth is not just the monster she feared. He is obsessed. And his obsession doesn’t break... it consumes. As the blood empire trembles under rebellion, forbidden longing ignites between captive and captor, and the girl who once dreamt of love must decide: Will she fight for her freedom— or burn for his throne? Dark fantasy meets imperial seduction in this slow-burn vampire romance — with original lore, dangerous rituals, forbidden love, and a heroine who was never meant to kneel. Welcome to the Empire of Thorns. Where love is a game only monsters win. #bookone of The Empire of Thorns series --- Excerpt. A man stood before her. Not just any man. The man. Eyes like twin flames. Lips curled into a knowing smirk. A voice like thunder dipped in velvet. "And who might you be, little dove?" Zareth purred. Serenya's heart slammed against her ribs. "I-I'm... I was just—" "Lost?" he finished for her, his tone mocking yet oddly amused. She nodded, clutching her veil tighter. His eyes trailed down the curve of her figure, and then back to her eyes. "You're not from around here," he said, though he already knew. "I'm from Vayrana," she managed, voice barely above a whisper. His grin widened. "That explains the veil. So well-behaved. So sweet." He stepped closer, and she instinctively backed up—until her back hit the wall. "Running off alone into a palace full of monsters... either you're braver than you look, or dumber," he drawled, eyes gleaming. Her eyes widened at the insult, but something in his tone kept her frozen. "I didn't mean to be disrespectful—" "Oh, but you weren't," he interrupted. "In fact, you've just made this entire evening… interesting." He reached out, adjusting the edge of her veil with a gentleness that contradicted his deadly aura. "What's your name, dove?" She hesitated. "Your name," he repeated, voice darker now. "I don't ask twice." "Serenya," she whispered. He leaned in, mouth brushing close to her ear. "Serenya," he repeated, tasting it. "Pretty name. Suits you." Then, as quickly as he came, he stepped back. The moment shattered. "Go on now, little dove. Before your father comes searching."

When Selene Armitage, a sharp-willed noblewoman, loses her beloved brother in a brutal ambush, she agrees to an unthinkable alliance: she marries Damien Virelith, the very man accused of orchestrating her brother’s death. Her reason? To secure protection and legitimacy for her vulnerable niece, the last heir of the Armitage bloodline. But within the gilded cage of her new marriage, Selene finds clues that suggest her brother’s death may not have been what it seemed. Her late-night search for truth uncovers a web of conspiracies that threaten not only her family, but the entire kingdom. Caught between her need for justice, a growing affection for her mysterious husband, and enemies wearing the faces of friends, Selene must decide who to trust before vengeance consumes them all.

She's gonna kill the instructor, Alpha," Talon had said. "Or herself. Or both. There's no telling with that one. The sex ed teacher made her do diagrams today." Apparently, the instructor was relentless. No subtlety. No metaphors. No poetic euphemisms. Nope. Just hard, anatomical facts and brutally graphic expectations. And Luna? Poor, brave, deeply mortified Luna? She was dying. Every. Single. Day. Kyllian smirked as he stepped into his quarters. Her scent hit him instantly. He heard a thud upstairs. He climbed the stairs quietly, not wanting to startle her mid-breakdown. At the top, he paused, listening. "…and then she said, if you do not properly stimulate the upper hood of the clitoris—WHAT EVEN IS A CLITORIS HOOD?! Is it a hat? Why does it need a hat?!" Kyllian barely contained his laughter, biting his knuckles as Talon's voice drifted back. "Technically, it's a fold of skin. Like a protective flap." "Oh my GODS, Talon, get out before I break something over your head." There was a loud thwap. Possibly a throw pillow. Kyllian finally entered the room, casual as ever. "Sounds like your education is going well." Luna turned, her eyes wide with righteous fury and embarrassment. "I'm scarred, Kyllian," she hissed. "Mentally. Emotionally. Spiritually." He raised a brow. "That bad, huh?" "She made me draw a penis yesterday." Talon snorted behind her. "It was terrible. Looked like a deformed eggplant." Luna hurled a throw pillow at him. "GET OUT!" Talon darted from the room with a cackle. "So," Kyllian said, lounging back in one of the plush velvet armchairs in the sitting room "What did you learn today that has your knickers in a twist?" Luna, standing in the middle of the room with her arms crossed and a deeply offended look on her face, sighed dramatically. "I learned how to perform oral sex." Kyllian blinked. "I… I beg your pardon?" She tilted her head, sarcasm oozing from every word. "Oral sex, Kyllian. With detail. And a diagram. And a banana." "A banana?" "A banana!" she repeated, throwing her hands in the air. "Like, is that standard procedure?" Kyllian grinned, his amusement growing. "Come on, tell me how she explained it." His tone had shifted less teasing now and more intrigued, though he still wore that maddening smirk. He shifted forward in his seat, elbows resting on his knees. Luna narrowed her eyes at him suspiciously. "Why? So you can laugh at me?" "Absolutely," he said with zero shame. "But mostly because I want to see this banana demonstration for myself." With a dramatic groan, she snatched the nearest banana from the fruit bowl on the coffee table. The irony that it had been sitting right there, mocking her with its yellow smugness, was not lost on her. She held it up with two fingers. "Okay, so first, she said this is the penis…" Kyllian held up a finger. "Wait. Did she call it that?" ***** What happens when a werewolf princess is created for one sole purpose? For revenge against the vampire prince. Princess Luna is artificially mated to Prince Damien. She fights the bond with everything and even agrees to an arranged marriage with Alpha Kyllian. but when her survival depends on a hard choice, the prince chooses to mark her even when it meant it would take him down. Dying and still refused by the werewolf princess, he has to find a way to provide an heir for his people or his uncle Gabriel will turn the entire Blood City upside down if he takes the throne. His people look to him for their own survival but then his only chance of living might be to find his true mate. Will his bond with Luna be able to withstand what fate and politics throw their way?

In a world divided between arcane power and relentless innovation, alliances are fragile, and loyalty is a currency traded in silence. Helya, a shadowy envoy from the Magic Kingdom, is sent deep into the heart of the Tech Empire under the guise of a diplomatic bride-to-be. Cold, precise, and hiding more than just her true identity, she is a weapon wrapped in velvet. Cael, a rising officer burdened by duty and haunted by suspicion, accepts the engagement with caution. When magic surges where it shouldn’t and assassination attempts blur the line between enemy and ally, he begins to question everything—even her. But the deeper they are drawn into each other’s orbit, the more the truth warps. Loyalties shift. Murders are staged. And beneath it all, a far-reaching conspiracy begins to stir. Two hearts. Two nations. One silent war. In a place where trust can be lethal and every smile is a mask, will they unravel the truth before it consumes them both?

Lee Wooyun had always been a fan of romance fantasy books and films, especially those set in historical times with kings and queens, dukes and duchesses, and the like. His friends were well aware of his obsession and recommended a book that had recently been making waves on social media. The book was titled My Charming Demon Lord. At first, Lee Wooyun was hesitant. Unlike the fantasies he usually read, which were often set in Western historical settings, this one was different. However, his friends assured him he would enjoy it. Not wanting to reject their gift, he decided to give it a try. That night, he found himself unable to put the book down, reading almost the entire thing in one sitting. "Those guys were right! It’s amazing! A Cinderella-like fairytale set in a murim/cultivation world? It’s too good!" He couldn't help but imagine how incredible it would be to take the female lead Han Seo-yoon’s place—starting from such a miserable beginning only to end up in the arms of the surprisingly sweet and gentle demon lord. I wish I could take her place. That night, as he drifted off to sleep, the book he had left open on his desk began to emit a golden glow. The pages flipped backward, returning to the very first chapter, and its contents began to change as well. The title My Charming Demon Lord pulsed with a piercing red light, and before Lee Wooyun could even react, his surroundings shifted. The next morning, instead of waking up wrapped in his expensive velvet duvet—the one he had spent hundreds of dollars on—he found himself in a dimly lit room, lying on a pile of hay and straw. His back ached horribly, like he had actually slept on a pile of hay and straw. "What in the world…?" he muttered, rubbing his sore muscles. "Where in the hell am I? And why does it smell like cow dung in here?!” *** This is the story of how a fantasy-genre enthusiast ended up inside one of the books he had wished for—without realizing just how dangerous that wish would be. "I guess it’s true what they say: Be careful what you wish for."

I’m a proud NEET who’s devoured every romance novel, manga, webtoon, and otome game out there. Just when I thought I’d conquered it all, a black bunny appeared in my dream. “Congrats! You’ve been chosen to help villains win across multiple worlds!” “Like a game?” “Uh . . . sure.” “Great, I’m in!” And just like that, I became an agent of the Villain System. Time to rewrite some happily-ever-afters—villain style. **[NOTE!]** This novel features multiple short arcs, each exploring different tropes such as ancient China, the modern world, beasts, werewolves, vampires, fantasy, school romance, idol groups—you name it! The twist? Each arc focuses on our MC making the villain (male) triumph over the male and female leads. The story is written primarily in 2nd and 3rd person POV for a dynamic and immersive experience. || Excerpt || [WARNING! MATURE Content Ahead!] “Then serve me . . . properly.” The command was both sensual and authoritative, and Xue Li’s pulse quickened under his intense gaze. The air between them grew heavy, her trembling hands faltering as she began to run the sponge across his chest, her touch featherlight against his scars. “Y-yes your majesty.” Han Feng leaned back slightly, watching her through half-lidded eyes, his expression unreadable. “Slower,” he murmured, his voice a low rumble that made her pulse skip. “You’re trembling,” he said, his voice velvet smooth, making her flinch. “I-It’s the steam, Your Majesty,” she stammered, though she knew it was a poor excuse. Han Feng chuckled softly, the sound deep and rich. “Hmm . . . Is that so? Then you have no problem cleaning my cock right?” Xue Li's eyes trembled, on the verge of tears, which seemed to please Han Feng. His smile grew wider as he urged her on. "Go on. You're going to serve me properly, aren't you?"

In the glittering metropolis of Rainmere City, Jiang Yeming conceals a stunning secret beneath his unassuming role as a scorned son-in-law. Born into the wealthiest family in the world—the enigmatic Jiang dynasty, ranked number one in global influence—he lives quietly under his ambitious wife, Lan Yueran, a rising real estate star, enduring the biting scorn of her mother, Feng Xuelan. But when danger looms—a sabotaged business deal with Goldrise Holdings and a deadly attack targeting Lan—Jiang’s dormant power erupts. Trained in ancient martial arts and bound by a vow to protect Lan’s ailing father, he steps from the shadows to shield her from a treacherous plot led by his cunning cousin, Jiang Ruifeng, and ruthless gangs like the Red Fang.From electrifying battles at the Velvet Crown Lounge to masterful strategies that bolster Lan’s empire, Jiang transforms from a low-key outcast into the Dragon Sovereign, heir to an unrivaled legacy. As a forbidden romance ignites between them amid the chaos, the truth of his family’s supremacy unfolds, promising a clash for dominance that could reshape their world. Packed with pulse-pounding action, sizzling tension, and jaw-dropping twists, this tale of hidden royalty and redemption will keep you hooked chapter after chapter!

Isolde Veyra, daughter of a once-prominent political family, is released from prison on parole. But her freedom is no gift it’s a trap. To atone for her past, she is forced by a mysterious detective named Lucien to infiltrate a dark entertainment house called Velvet Cage, the secret stronghold of his most wanted target: Severin, a ruthless mafia kingpin untouched by the law. Isolde’s mission seems simple—find proof of Severin’s crimes, then escape. But everything begins to crumble when Severin, a man driven by obsession and violence, sees her as the reflection of a woman from his past. The deeper Isolde sinks into his world, the more she realizes she’s not the first woman Lucien has sent—he’s sent many before her, and all of them have died at Severin’s hands without leaving a trace. To survive, Isolde has only one option is deceive the monster. But when lies turn into attachment, and the disguise becomes dependence, she must choose to be the next victim, or become the queen of Severin’s hell.

--- VELVET CHAINS "She was never his prisoner — she was his punishment." Elira Vale was forged in silence—trained to infiltrate, manipulate, and vanish without a trace. Her latest assignment? Take down the Moreaux Syndicate from the inside. To do that, she must get close to its heir: Azriel Moreaux—a man known for his cold precision, strategic mind, and the trail of blood he never bothers to wipe clean. But Azriel has secrets of his own. He’s known from the beginning that Elira isn’t who she pretends to be. Still, instead of turning her in... He keeps her close. Closer than anyone’s ever been. She becomes his assistant. His shadow. His obsession. What begins as a trap turns into a war of twisted desire. Now, neither of them can tell where the lies end and the craving begins. Because Elira was never just a spy. And Azriel? He doesn’t want justice. He wants her broken. And in the end— She was never his prisoner. She was his punishment. ---

She came to Florence to paint her way out of grief. He offered her a contract to keep emotions out. But what begins as a deal built on control soon becomes a war of silence, obsession—and surrender. Aanya Roy, an Indian artist haunted by loss, arrives in Florence with a sketchbook and a name whispered in art circles. She doesn't paint to be seen. She paints because it’s the only way she feels alive. Leonhart Moretti is a billionaire forged by tragedy. Cold. Brilliant. Untouchable. Women are part of a system: contracts, limits, rules. No emotion. No deviation. Until her. When Aanya uploads a blank canvas as a response to his challenge, it isn't defiance—it's art. It's her refusal to be tamed. Intrigued beyond reason, Leonhart offers her a 90-day contract: complete creative freedom in his studio. But beneath the surface lies another game—one of dominance, surrender, and unraveling control. In a city that worships beauty and secrets, how far can two broken souls go before the lines between art and desire, power and love, are blurred beyond recognition? R18 (Explicit Content) Contains mature themes including psychological tension, erotic content, dominance/submission, and emotional trauma. Reader discretion advised. Author's Note: This is not just a billionaire romance. This is about silence as power. Touch as art. And what happens when control becomes devotion. For readers who love slow-burn tension, flawed but brilliant leads, and emotionally layered storytelling—welcome to Florence.

After dying a virgin, Elias Gray is given a second chance—reincarnated in a magical world with the "Lust System", a divine artifact that allows him to gain power by pleasuring women, fulfilling their desires, and growing a harem of elite lovers. From cold queens and fierce warrior women to shy beastgirls and seductive demons, Elias must dominate the world with charm, cunning—and unholy pleasure. But pleasure comes with a price, and not all lovers are loyal. Can he rise to the top without being devoured by lust or betrayal? Elias wandered through the bustling Travelers’ Hub, a sprawling nexus of portals and pathways where high-ranking voyagers crossed dimensions. The air hummed with the faint pulse of arcane energy, and the scent of ozone clung to the stone corridors. His boots echoed against the polished marble as he passed glowing sigils etched into the walls, each marking a gateway to another realm. He was no stranger to these halls, but tonight, a faint murmur from the inner chambers of the elite travelers piqued his curiosity. The voices were low, urgent, and laced with something primal that made his pulse quicken. Drawn toward a shadowed alcove, Elias noticed a heavy iron door, slightly ajar, its surface engraved with runes that pulsed faintly in the dim light. A cold draft slipped through the crack, carrying a whisper of sound—a soft, rhythmic moan that stirred the air. His breath caught, curiosity warring with caution, but the pull was too strong. He nudged the door open and stepped into a chamber cloaked in near-darkness, lit only by a single flickering torch that cast long, wavering shadows across the stone walls. In the center of the room, Lilith knelt on a plush velvet cushion, her silhouette unmistakable even in the gloom. Her dark hair cascaded over her bare shoulders, her skin glowing faintly as if kissed by moonlight. She was bent forward, her hands braced against the floor, her body arched in a way that spoke of surrender and desire. Beside her stood a man, his face marred with jagged scars that caught the torchlight, giving him a rugged, dangerous edge. His eyes burned with intensity as he gazed down at her, his presence commanding the room. The air grew thick as the man’s hand moved, deliberate and unhurried. He spat into his palm, the sound sharp in the quiet, and slid his fingers along Lilith’s exposed skin, tracing the curve of her thigh before slipping between her legs. A low, shuddering moan escaped her lips, her body trembling as she parted her thighs wider, inviting more. The man’s fingers worked with a slow, teasing rhythm, coaxing gasps from her that echoed softly off the stone walls. Her breaths grew ragged, her hips rocking against his hand, and then—a sharp cry as her body convulsed, a glistening rush of release spilling onto the floor beneath her. The man let out a deep, guttural groan, his own arousal evident in the tightening of his jaw. He shifted, freeing himself from his trousers, his erection thick and heavy in the flickering light. He pressed himself against her, sliding into her with a slow, deliberate thrust that drew a long, throaty moan from Lilith. Her fingers curled against the floor, nails scraping the stone as he moved, each thrust deep and measured, the sound of their bodies meeting filling the chamber. In and out, a steady rhythm that built with intensity, her gasps rising in pitch. Lilith’s eyes fluttered, her body quivering with pleasure as she pushed back against him, meeting each thrust with a hunger of her own. When he paused, drawing back slightly, she reached for him, her hand guiding him back inside with a desperate urgency. Her moans grew louder, unrestrained, as she surrendered fully to the sensation, her body trembling under the weight of her desire. The room seemed to pulse with their shared rhythm, the air heavy with the scent of sweat and heat, the torchlight casting their entwined shadows across the walls like a forbidden dance. R18 content

Kidnapped. Caged. Feared. Princess Lunastia thought she was powerless—until they come for her. Now trapped in a palace where even the shadows whisper, she begins to uncover secrets that could destroy kingdoms… including the truth about herself. He steps close, fingers brushing her chin, voice like velvet and fire. "Cry if you want, little star... but remember, even your tears belong to me now." She was never just a girl. And when her true power awakens— he may be the only one who can survive her.

When Julia Harrow arrives at Blackwood Hall after the sudden death of her cousin, she expects mourning, a will, and polite condolences. But from the moment she steps through the iron gates, nothing feels right. The house is too quiet. The air too thick. And the man who now owns it—Alistair Blackwood—is as devastating as he is unreadable. Secrets pulse behind every locked door. Shadows move when no one is near. And the scent of her cousin still lingers in the halls, clinging like a warning. Drawn into a world of velvet lies and dangerous charm, Julia begins to lose time, lose trust, lose herself. Dreams bleed into reality. Passion turns to poison. And as desire tangles with dread, one question haunts her every breath: Did she come here by choice… or was she summoned? The Portrait of Lady Marian is a lush, slow-burning descent into madness, obsession, and a love story that should never have happened. Sinister, sensual, and dripping in dread, this is not a tale you read— it’s one you survive.

Meet Rockie – The Last Hope Against Rafaal’s Reign Born into a bloodline cursed with short lives, Rockie is the final warrior in a centuries-old battle against darkness. Unlike her predecessors—Raya, Mia, Suzan, and Velvet—Rockie refuses to accept her doomed fate. Instead, she rises, determined to break the cycle of defeat and take down Rafaal, the ruthless force behind their suffering. Armed with inherited abilities and the echoes of her past lives, Rockie is not just another warrior—she is a strategist, a survivor, and a force of vengeance. But when betrayal cuts deeper than any blade, and emotions threaten to cloud her judgment, she must choose between revenge and the greater good. Will she fall like the others, or will she finally rewrite destiny? With a blend of action, supernatural elements, and deep emotional struggles, Rockie’s journey is a gripping tale of resilience, power, and the weight of a legacy.

In the crumbling kingdom of Lysaire, where ancient magic runs silent in noble blood, a foreign commoner is chosen to marry the last princess—a union meant to save the throne. But behind every vow lies a curse. Haunted by prophetic dreams, a forgotten bloodline, and a silent bride who loathes him, the stranger finds himself bound to a crown that was never meant for him. As the kingdom trembles beneath political unrest and fading faith, love blossoms where it should not, and betrayal creeps behind velvet curtains. His only companion: a mysterious raven stitched from magic and secrets—one that may not be his ally after all. As bloodlines burn and forbidden truths awaken, the stranger must face the ruin he was destined to bring... and the love that might be his greatest downfall. "In a world built on ash and prophecy, even a crown can kill."

“You know, I’ve met death. Rather polite, actually. But it doesn’t knock, just lets himself in.” Life. That fleeting flicker between two eternities of silence. People spend it chasing things—money, love, validation, a good seat on the train. They build empires of paper, relationships of glass, and sleep each night under the illusion that tomorrow has been promised. But it hasn’t. It never was. Death doesn’t discriminate. It doesn’t care if you’re a king or a child. It arrives like an old friend, or a thief, or worse—like something you invited in. And yet… every now and then, the universe hiccups. A soul slips through. A crack opens. A second life is born—not as a reward, no, but as a test. Because what could be more dangerous than a man who's seen how the story ends—and comes back knowing exactly what not to do? But here’s the rub: a second chance is not a reset. It’s a curse with velvet gloves. You remember the pain, the loss, the betrayal—and worst of all, the choices you didn’t make. So when someone tells you this is just a story about life and death, smile politely. In many cases—in most cases—you’ll hear stories of heroes rising from the ashes, grateful for their second breath. However… in my case? I wanted to be the villain. To see a different end to this story. People say a person’s nature is hard to change. That deep down, we are who we are. But I changed... simply because I was curious. --------------- Join the discord server. https://discord.gg/BaP4c8b8Vq

"You’re ours," Varen whispered, his voice a velvet threat, "and we don’t share unless it’s with each other." I was never supposed to matter. An omega raised in the shadows, hidden behind my warrior family's shame, I only ever wanted to survive. Maybe, if I was lucky, find love with someone like me— someone quiet. Gentle. Unseen. But the moon had other plans. And under its eerie blue glow, three impossibly powerful, dangerously beautiful Alphas—triplets— claimed me as their mate. Varen. The charming firebrand with a wicked tongue and a sugarcane smile. Kiel. The silent forest poet who sings to wolves and kisses like moonlight. Thorne. The battle-scarred leader who doesn’t believe in fate... yet burns when I walk away. They were meant to lead the pack. I was meant to be nothing. Now I’m caught between them — between chaos and devotion, between savage protection and secret longing. I should have run the night they called me "mate." But when my bloodline reveals a rare power the world thought extinct, I become the key to a storm that could tear our world apart. Betrayal bleeds through every shadow. My family sold me. My enemies want to own me. And love? It was never supposed to look like this. But maybe fate didn’t get it wrong. Maybe I was never made for one mate. Maybe I was made for them all.

In the depths of a primeval forest, where ancient trees twisted towards the sky like skeletal fingers, their gnarled branches tangled in a canopy of darkness. An impenetrable darkness, an unearthly silence reigned like a velvet cloak, gently suffocating all that breathed, trembled, or stirred within its grasp, like a psychopath predator. The air was heavy with the scent of damp earth and decaying leaves, and the only sound was the soft, mournful rustle of leaves, as a chorus of whispers, shrouding the landscape in an eternal, spine-tingling twilight. The darkness suddenly trembled, a slow, bone-chilling glow began to seep from the shadows, casting an ethereal luminescence across the forest floor. The soft, pulsing light grew in intensity, illuminating the source of the glow; a girl with a kind of beauty that transcended the natural, whose presence seemed to command the very air around her. Her eyes, akin to a pair of golden flames, burned with an inner fire, and her hair shimmered with an otherworldly radiance, each flowing strand crackling with raw energy, as if the moon itself had descended to earth. Yet, despite her captivating beauty, an aura of terrifying power emanated from her being, making the trees seem to shudder and the shadows recoil in fear. .... In a world where the natural and supernatural coexist, One of the kingdoms ruled by humans, Eldoria, stood as a beacon of ultimate power and magic. Ruled by its charming and wise King, King Aaron. The kingdom is a delicate balance of human and supernatural forces, for the king's four wives—a vampire, a werewolf, a witch, and a human—add to the complexity of its politics. Brittany, the last child of King Aaron, is a kind-hearted and gentle soul. Despite being half-sister to eight powerful siblings, each possessing extraordinary abilities. She seems to lack the one thing that would make her truly special. Her enchanting amber-bluish hazel eyes and long silky brunette hair set her apart from her siblings' striking appearance. Constantly bullied by her sisters, Brittany's world is one of fear and uncertainty. But Brittany's life is about to take a drastic turn. The original facade of her life shattered on a single pivotal day. She begins to undergo transformations, signaling the emergence of powers she never knew she possessed. The air around her crackles with transcendenal electricity, and her senses come alive with an otherworldly intensity. When darkness arises, threatening the kingdom, could her newfound strength becomes the key to their survival or will history repeat itself? She must navigate a treacherous path, facing malevolent forces, uncovering hidden truths about her heritage; every step is a battle for survival. But will she be able to control the primal power rising within her, or will it consume her and her loved ones completely? ««« This book is divided into certain series including; -Burns Eternal. -Bounded by Flames. - Flames From The Past. »»» This is a book I write in my spare time, so expect limited uploads. As always, the author is open to hear your thoughts, so do not forget to vote and leave your sincere reviews. Midsummer07.

A curated collection of intimate stories where desire simmers beneath the surface, where temptation walks the fine edge of control and surrender. These tales do not merely indulge the carnal—they probe the psyche, challenge personal boundaries, and ignite the subtle war between restraint and longing. Some will linger, some will unsettle, but each story is crafted to awaken memory, curiosity, and the quiet corners of your imagination.

William Rose. A villain destined to die offscreen—forgotten, erased. And now? I am him, trapped in a story that’s already written me off. In a world where villains die quietly and heroes wear masks, maybe it’s time for someone worse to step up. *** "Damn it." An angry voice broke the stillness, low and bitter. "William Rose. Of all people… it had to be him." A boy lounged on the crimson velvet sofa, posture lazy but eyes burning. One leg draped over the other, fingers drumming a slow, restless rhythm against the armrest. As his gaze drifted to the ceiling, tracing the ornate carvings, he muttered, "Just... Why does it have to be him?"

Caius Turner, an ordinary civilian with a curious spirit, gets unintentionally lured into a complex web of intrigue and crime during a night at the prestigious Velvet Moon Club in the enigmatic city of Noirhaven. Isabella, the intriguing nightclub singer, dies tragically, putting a cloud over the once-vivacious environment. Caius finds enmeshed in a labyrinth of suspicion and secret. Caius navigates the dark waters of the Velvet Moon, seeking answers with other citizens pulled into the unfolding drama as the story unfolds, and relationships form and shatter among the people. The club transforms into the smallest part of Noirhaven, revealing dark history and unspoken vendettas.

Every girl has dreamed of that boy: crisp white shirts, eyes like frost-kissed glass. In the halls of Eldenwood Academy, sixteen-year-old Vivian Vaughn reigns as its velvet rebel—loud, defiant, and infamous. While the world calls her "Vivi," only Adrian Stone uses her full name, his voice a blade of ice: "Vivian Vaughn, end this childish game." She grins up at his Arctic gaze. "Make me. Be my boyfriend." "...Impossible." But Vivian learns nothing is impossible when you fight with your whole soul. He’s the ethereal genius who ignited her heart, worth every reckless leap. She’s Vivian Vaughn; he’s Adrian Stone. One day, she will be his most treasured gem. Years Later | 20 Years Old At an elite Manhattan restaurant, Eldenwood’s alumni gather. Time flips fortunes: once-timid girls now flaunt miniskirts and Louboutins, dissecting Ivy League glory. Their eyes dart to Vivian—the fallen heiress in faded jeans, exiled and broke. "Where do you work these days?" one smirks. Vivian’s reply dies as a tall figure parts the crowd. Adrian’s hand brushes hers, warm and claiming: "Darling, you forgot your phone." Silence. Someone gasps: "...Adrian?" Eldenwood’s unattainable star—now a visionary architect—has plunged into the "sewer" they scorn. Midnight | Penthouse Suite Adrian’s breath scorches Vivian’s neck. "Why not tell her you graduated from Yale before her? That you’re her senior?" His voice is gravel and velvet. She shivers, laughing into the pillow. "She was already green. Why twist the knife?" He growls, hands turning desperate— "Adrian—" "Say my name again." Vivian: She loves like a wildfire—all-consuming. Adrian: She’s his sun. His redemption.

Power is a heavy crown, and Titania—the superhuman Iron Queen of St. Petersburg—wears it with grace and fury. But the girl behind the mask? She's a neurotic mess having the worst week of her life. Roxanna Paraveesh Shapiro thought she could handle it. Moving to college. Losing the only friends she had. Balancing duty with the small hope of something resembling a normal life. Then Dianna Rodgers happened—chaotic, magnetic, utterly infuriating. A punk-rock wildcard with no powers, no fear, and no clue what she’s about to fall into. Faith, love, power, and pain collide in a world where miracles wear body armor, and salvation may come on high, but is delivered by the girl who refuses to let go. When the world expects a weapon, what happens when you give them a heart instead?

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Crimson Bloom: Ascend In the final semester before the world starts to die, Aria Solenne lives a life defined by quiet repetition — university lectures she half - listens to, a dusty bookstore that smells like old ink and loneliness, and vivid dreams she can never quite remember when she wakes. But everything shifts the night she locks eyes with Selene Virelle — a former soldier with cold fire in her veins and a gaze that sees straight through the lies Aria doesn’t know she’s telling herself. What Aria doesn’t realize is this: she already died once. In a previous timeline, the Council — the so - called protectors of balance — feared what she was becoming. They killed her before she could awaken. Selene remembers that. She was there, standing too far, running too late. That loss shattered her, until she made a deal with a goddess for a second chance. Now, Selene has been sent back — not just to protect Aria, but to change the ending. This time, Aria isn’t just the girl caught in the storm. She is the storm. Beneath her human exterior lies an ancient bloodline — part vampire, part succubus, part something older. A lineage traced through forgotten gods and sealed in forbidden magic. Her awakening draws the attention of beings who no longer believe in mercy — Variants bred in labs and nightmares, divine predators from broken mythologies, and five very different women bound to her fate by blood, love, or obsession. There’s Nova Caelin, the lightning - born hacker with chaos in her laugh and rebellion in her bones. Iris Vale, a war - hardened photojournalist whose camera lens hides an obsession she can’t speak aloud. Lys Amaranthe, a gentle healer haunted by violence, who would shatter herself to keep Aria whole. Elara Nyx, a fallen pop idol with a velvet voice and a siren’s fire, whose devotion has crossed the line into beautiful madness. And then there’s Athena — goddess of strategy, Aria’s first lover from a fractured dimension, who molded Aria’s strength in secret dreams and gave her blood to awaken her. Trapped by Olympus, Athena still finds cracks in the veil to return, again and again, to the girl she once vowed to make a god. As cities fall and the line between divinity and monstrosity begins to blur, Aria stands at the center of something none of them can control. Desire. Power. Rebirth. The women who surround her are not just allies — they are mirrors to her own evolution, and the weapons she may wield or destroy. This isn’t just the end of the world. This is Aria’s bloom. Crimson for the blood she’ll spill. Bloom for what she’ll become. Together — divine, terrifying, unstoppable.

Throne of Ashes and Oaths > "To survive the crown, you must first survive the court." In the Kingdom of Virelle, loyalty is a lie, oaths are weapons, and crowns are carved from the bones of the fallen. Ten years ago, Princess Elara Virelle was exiled for crimes she didn’t commit—the death of a queen and the fall of her mother’s bloodline. Born without magic in a realm where power is sacred, she was labeled useless, unworthy, and forgotten. But Elara remembers everything—not just this life, but a past one: a life as a war strategist who brought empires to their knees. That memory is her curse... and her greatest weapon. Now summoned back to the palace, Elara returns a different woman: brilliant, dangerous, and unafraid to burn down the court that betrayed her. Behind the velvet and gold lies rot. Every noble hides a dagger, and the king, her father, has secrets buried deep beneath the throne. To reclaim her place, Elara must: Outsmart venomous royals and bloodthirsty nobles, Ally with the kingdom’s most feared bastard prince, Caelum Drayce, a spy who plays by no rules but his own, Awaken ancient, forbidden blood magic sealed within her veins, And unveil the real traitor who destroyed her family... even if it means becoming a villain in the process. Court politics. Reincarnated genius. Secret magic. Power-hungry royals. A slow-burn romance caught between survival and desire. In a world where weakness is death and trust is a luxury, Elara will rise—not as a pawn, but as a queen forged from ash and bound by blood. Power is not inherited. It’s taken. Let the game begin.

Who remembers the ruin of a god? Who dares to chase what was never meant to be touched, let alone claimed? Noor—an enigma draped in silk, a storm without thunder, a shadow that bends the world yet leaves no trace. Men speak of her in hushed corridors where power is traded like currency. No one knows her name. No one owns her story. No hand dares linger. She walks unclaimed. Unseen. Forgotten by design. “If you knew what I’ve done,” she whispers, her breath colder than moonlight, “You’d be praying I never look your way again.” But some things refuse to be buried. Some ghosts don’t stay dead. Some touches… don’t fade. Sanlang, sculpted in golden light, worshipped by millions, untouchable—except by the shadows clawing at the edges of his memory. And in those shadows, her eyes. “I’ve seen you before,” he says, voice trembling like a man on the edge of fire. “ Tell me your name.” She smiles. It begins with whispers in the dark. A body that remembers hers before the mind does. Desire wrapped in danger. Memory soaked in sin. “What are you?” he demands. “Everything you were never meant to survive.” He thinks he’s chasing her. He thinks he’s in control. He is wrong. “Touch me again,” she says, voice velvet and venom, “and I’ll show you the truth. .” He who was never meant to remember. But now that he does… the only question that remains is: “Will you let me live?” “Live?” she echoes. “What makes you think you get to choose again?”

Ashley Patterson never imagined the road to survival would lead her to a mansion soaked in wealth, whispers, and eyes that never looked kindly at girls like her. She came with one goal—get through the days, send money home, and leave before the house swallowed her whole. But the Cross estate has its own rules and its own ghosts. Behind velvet walls and polished lies, Ashley becomes tangled in the lives of those who were never meant to see her—especially one she should have stayed far away from. Lines blur, secrets unravel, and one night changes everything. Now, what began as a job becomes a quiet storm. And somewhere in the silence, the past waits… patient and unforgiving.

In the smoke-filled rooms of 1960s Palermo, velvet curtains hide more than whispers—they conceal betrayal, murder, and the weight of a family legacy written in blood. When Antonio Moretti, the reluctant heir to one of Sicily’s most feared crime families, discovers a secret that could destroy his family’s empire, he must decide: protect the bloodline, or burn it all to the ground. As rival families circle like vultures and the old ways give way to new, Antonio’s war isn’t just with his enemies—it’s with his own blood. Loyalties will fray. Velvet will stain. And in the end, only one truth remains: in this world, nothing stays clean for long.