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“Let’s change the job’s contract.” “Sorry?” “Let’s switch it. From a work contract… to a marriage one.” Theo Kingsley doesn’t believe in soft edges. He’s spent years burying the version of himself that once felt too much, the kind and gentle side. His world is built on control, silence, and icy precision. Then comes Daisy Sinclair. The chaos. Former heiress. Newly broke. All pink, perfume, and polished nails. Once a pampered princess trying to piece her life together after her family’s downfall… a downfall Theo might’ve had something to do with. She shows up expecting a job. What she gets is a marriage contract. To Theo, marrying Daisy is a calculated move, a way to silence the side of himself he can’t afford to let out. To Daisy, it’s absolutely insane. But her credit cards are maxed, her options are few, and the Ice King is surprisingly… tolerable. Sometimes? Thrown into a world of cold suits and colder stares, Daisy's mission becomes simple: survive. But as sparks start flying and walls begin to crack, one thing becomes dangerously unclear: Is she melting the Ice King’s heart or just falling for a man who doesn’t know which version of himself is real?

On the day of her wedding, Evie Yong’s world shattered before her very eyes as her soon-to-be husband trashed all their past eight years of relationship by denying her at the altar, in the presence of everyone. However, forced to watch her fiancé stolen, Evie couldn't believe her stepmother and stepsister dared to plot such a scheming plan to ruin her completely. Devastated and feeling betrayed, Evie had to come up with a quick option to save herself from all this mess and that was when she had to flee away from her wedding in shame and soon figured out a plan to strike back in such a way that her enemies will be put into ruins, just as they once did to her earlier. === “Mr. Lu, It seems we're both victims of circumstance. My groom has abandoned me for my sister, and your fiancée has run away. Why don't we turn this awkward situation into an opportunity?” She smiled boldly. “Let's get married, right here, right now!” Lu Tiancheng’s expression remained unreadable, but briefly, a hint of intrigue flickered in his eyes. He raised an eyebrow, “You're suggesting we marry each other and also we are complete strangers?” Evie Yong nodded, her confidence unwavering. “Why not? We're both clearly compatible and this way, we can both save face and gain a partner, except for the fact that this will be a contract marriage of six months.” Lu Tiancheng's gaze lingered on hers as if sizing her up. Then, he nodded slowly. “Very well, let's do it.” === “You're either very brave or very reckless to make such an attempt in picking me as your husband in public,” he said after the marriage. “If I didn't try, we wouldn't have figured out a way to get this opportunity.” She responded. …. He's a giant of entrepreneurship, standing high among moguls. She was born out of wedlock and denied by her family. She's been fighting tooth and nail to make a name for herself in the cutthroat world of entertainment, refusing to let her illegitimacy define her destiny. Two strangers are brought together under one roof, but their newfound connection has dangerous people lurking around. There are evil people scheming and eagerly waiting for Evie’s downfall and never going to stop until they successfully get her kicked out of the door. But funnily enough, those games are the very things that will ultimately lead to their own downfall, as Evie uses their schemes against them and turns the tables in her favor. #Sweetheart #Secretidentity #1v1

This is the [Polished] version of the Archiverse world series, a more like remade version, more details, first and third person point of view, accuracy of science and behavior, Oliver Woods more in depth character...the original webnovel version was a wild drafted!

Demonic beings run rampant, and cultivators revere the bizarre as the Heavenly Dao. For an ordinary mortal to embark on the path of cultivation, they must gouge out their eyes, sever their limbs, and cut off their spiritual roots… Ren Qing, who transmigrated into this world, discovers that he can bypass the gruesome costs of cultivation thanks to a Divine Ability. [Blindless Method]: By devouring eyes, he cultivates to the peak, growing one hundred and six celestial eyes all over his body. [Poison Bone Art]: Soak one's skeleton in poisonous water for thirty-six days, then reimplant it into the body. At full mastery, no life can grow for a hundred li around him. [Book of the Dead]: Seal the Lao Gong, Yong Quan, Shen Men, and Yin Tang acupoints with iron nails and bury oneself underground for three years. Upon completion, one becomes ageless, undying, and indestructible. Alternative Titles: Weird Way of Immortality: I Can Avoid the Price TL note: This is a TL.

Theo Duskblood was born to crush protagonists. In his past life, he was just another bored young man—fed up with cliché stories where goody-two-shoes heroes always won, villains existed only to be face-slapped, and the “righteous” always got the girl. One car accident later, he opens his eyes in a new world… inside the body of the most punchable rich heir imaginable. Handsome. Arrogant. Obscenely wealthy. And now equipped with something the old world never gave him: The Arrogant Young Master System. > “Detected a righteous protagonist flaunting justice nearby… Initiating ego boost. +10 to smug aura.” “Mission: Steal his destiny. Bonus reward if you also steal his girl.” With a system that rewards petty flexes, dramatic entrances, and shameless villainy, Theo is done playing by hero rules. He’s here to mock plot armor, ruin chosen ones, and rewrite every cliché from the villain’s throne. > “Time to ruin another protagonist’s life. What? He’s cultivating love and justice? I’m cultivating sarcasm and scandal.” Theo will crush destiny under polished boots, seduce heroines mid-monologue, and prove once and for all: The villain always has more fun.

He believes in purpose. She believes in power. Neither believes in love — until they collide. When idealistic nonprofit founder Will Bennett locks eyes with Eliza Darcy, the tech world's coldest CEO, it's not sparks that fly — it's shrapnel. She calls his life’s work charity cosplay. He calls her emotionless corporate ice. But fate—and a high-stakes pitch—throws them back together. Behind her glass empire and polished armor, Eliza hides a past built on abandonment and ambition. She’s clawed her way to the top by trusting no one and feeling nothing. Will? He builds futures from the ground up, with nothing but heart, grit, and maddening optimism. Their attraction is inconvenient. Their chemistry is undeniable. And when secrets, scandals, and a media storm threaten everything they know, both must choose: Hold their pride. Or risk it all to melt the ice between them. Slow-burn. Sharp banter. Soul-deep connection. Beneath Her Ice is a steamy enemies-to-lovers CEO romance about breaking barriers, rewriting power, and choosing vulnerability in a world that worships control. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ This work is based on my thoughts , about how I wanted this to go not on what is the norm out there , this one is truly close to my heart after "The Servant's Son" . I hope you all out there would also come to love this one , as it contains bits from my vision of love .

(Updates each 2 days!) They bought her. They used her. Now they want her dead. Errin was forced to marry a man almost twice her age. A polished lawyer by day, a monster by night. For seven years, she was his toy, trophy, his gift to the men who paid for favors in flesh. But even the most obedient dolls can crack, and once they do, they don’t stay quiet. Now Errin feels it—a thirst for freedom, revenge, power, and blood. And while she was running away from enemies, enjoying the taste of their blood, another was already watching her and drooling.

WARNING: DARK AND MATURE CONTENT. Readers discretion advised. Serena Alaric wanted nothing more than a quiet life, far from the shadows of her family’s dark past. But when masked enforcers storm her home and drag her into the clutches of the Council of Vitae, she learns her blood is the key to a deadly legacy she never asked for. Lucian Draven is the cold and ruthless leader of a powerful mafia syndicate, cursed to endure unimaginable pain. The Council claims Serena is his only salvation. Yet beneath the Council’s polished facade lies a web of lies, experiments, and betrayal that runs far deeper than either of them imagined. Forced into an uneasy alliance and given a time limit to produce an heir, Serena and Lucian must navigate a treacherous world of power and manipulation, where trust is a rare commodity. As they uncover the truth about the Council’s sinister plans, their hatred begins to give way to something unexpected—a bond forged in fire and blood. But with enemies closing in from all sides and time running out, Serena and Lucian must decide: will they fight their fates, or embrace the dangerous connection that could either save them, or destroy them both?

There are times—far too many times—when you feel that uncontrollable urge to kill someone. For Kaya, this… this was exactly that moment. “Repeat what you just said?” She’d seen hell on the battlefield—second-in-command of a military unit, dodging bullets, dragging traitors by the collar, and coming out alive with grit under her nails. But nothing, absolutely nothing, prepared her for the sight of her spineless husband flirting with her own sister. Right in front of her. “I could never marry a barbarian like you. The one I... I like is Meera—” Blah blah. The same pitiful nonsense again. You think—what could possibly be worse than this? And then, right on cue, your idiotic sister chimes in, completely serious, “I just poisoned you.” Wow. BANG. Before anyone could even react, Meera collapsed. Dead. Her so-called husband gasped like a fish dragged out of water. “Y-you…” He dropped to his knees, staring at Kaya like he was seeing a monster rise from the dark. “You killed your sister?! How could y—?” BANG. Second bullet. Same spot. He dropped like a puppet with its strings cut. Silence. ... Just when Kaya thought her story had finally reached its bitter end, the universe—no, god himself—decided to throw in one last, ridiculous twist. “Wife… wife, didn’t you say you were gonna eat me? Why’d you stop?” A snake beast, ridiculously charming and glowing like some immortal fantasy, clung to her, eyes gleaming. Another voice interrupted. “Shut up! My wife wants to cuddle me now—” A sparrow beastman leapt into her arms, like that made any sense. “Hic… wife, don’t you want me anymore?” A panda-like beastman sat beside her, huge, sniffly, and wronged like a child abandoned at a festival. Sitting in the middle of all this, Kaya was absolutely dumbfounded. ‘When the hell did all of this even start?’

A rainy night. A shattered car. A decision that changes everything. Chole Miller never expected the stranger she pulled from the wreckage to reappear—polished, powerful, and far too close to home. He remembers her. But he says nothing. When their paths cross again in a world she doesn't belong to, Chole finds herself caught in a silent game of glances, half-meanings, and secrets neither of them are ready to share. But some truths are better left buried—and some feelings, no matter how persistent, are too dangerous to name. In a world built on glass walls and quiet lies, can two people from opposite sides truly see each other… without breaking?

His name was 25. On Avalis, he was just one of many tasked with fulfilling missions for Earth’s people. This time, he was given a simple one—live as Zeno Han and have an ordinary life. Easy. Or so he thought. The moment he took over Zeno’s body, someone shoved a script into his hands. “You’ll be perfect for this role!” And just like that, he was on set. [Fame Meter: Unable to Measure. Off the charts.] Doctor? Check. Pilot? Check. Eunuch? …Regrettably, check. Every script forces him to relive past missions, and somehow, he’s nailing every performance. Now, the industry wants to make him a star, but can he still complete his mission? Or will fame—and the terrifying unknown of failure—be his final curtain call?

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

A struggling businessman on the verge of bankruptcy finds himself drunk one night, only to wake up in the past—specifically, in 1943 London, amidst the chaos of World War II. This is an era of both immense danger and unprecedented opportunity. It is a time when the British Empire, once the unrivaled superpower where the sun never set, is finally witnessing the dusk of its dominion. Meanwhile, the United States is rising to claim the mantle of global leadership, reshaping the world's balance of power. This is the era where everything begins—where old rulers step down and new powers rise to take their place. This is the era where Pierre finds himself, an era filled with the kind of opportunity he never had before. A small, precious chance to rise, to become a giant, to seize the throne of power, to become a ruler, a world hegemon. --- Note: This is a good novel, but since it’s still new and I don’t have a proofreader, I’m currently relying on AI to catch errors. For now, my main focus is advancing the story, but I plan to come back later to polish the text, fix mistakes, and possibly even modify the plot if needed. I’d really appreciate it if you could leave notes on what you think should be changed or improved. Thank you! I will be posting this story on RoyalRoad with the same name.

Diving into dungeons, slaying monsters, and… filming porn? When the mana apocalypse struck, 15% of humanity awakened supernatural abilities, becoming the world’s new superstars: conquering dungeons, leveling up, and raking in fame and fortune. Kaiden wasn’t one of them. Stuck among the powerless 85%, he was just another broke college student, until a banana peel sent him tumbling into a very unconventional system. Now, his path to power isn’t through leveling up alone, but through fame as well. To thrive in this new world, he’ll have to master more than just dungeon clears and combat... Kaiden must conquer the world of adult content to rise to the apex. Blending action, romance, and slice-of-life, this novel aims to deliver an unforgettable adventure! ... There's a pinned review with many details on what you can expect from the story, but I'm going to answer here the one pressing question I imagine most of you will have: Will the MC allow other men to see his harem members in action? Initially, yes. But (SPOILER WARNING) he and his girls will come to a decision together in chapters 198-199, which is to appeal only to the female viewers because they need to increase the 'fangirl' stat to in turn increase the system's rank. From that point on, no males will be able to view their content. As for the old content that's already out there, the system has a special quest for them, and if they nail it, that older material will be completely wiped from people's computers. It will cease existing altogether. ... Discord: https://discord.gg/bjunEkswQ3

Dimensional Knights—legendary heroes who uphold order across the infinite realms. Wielding powers beyond comprehension, their purpose is singular and unwavering: to preserve the balance between worlds and defend against the ever-looming threats that seek to plunge them into chaos. Zane, a boy from Earth—one of the weakest and most forgotten realms—had his world forever changed the day he first witnessed the awe-inspiring power of the Dimensional Knights. In that moment, a dream was born. He wanted to become one of them. A hero. A symbol of strength and salvation. But fate had other plans. One tragic event shattered his world and dragged him into a downward spiral from which there was no escape. As the years passed, the dream that once filled him with hope twisted into something far more desperate. Becoming a Dimensional Knight was no longer about admiration or ideals—it became his only path forward. His only way to fight back. His only way to reach those who caused him immense pain and blood. Now, Zane's journey is not about heroism. It's about vengeance, survival, and rewriting the destiny forced upon him by those who wished for his death. Unbeknowst to him, this very path he was taking would change the order of the world forever. ** New story :p, probably my best work so far, the most polished and well-written one at least, I have worked on the idea for a long time, and I hope you give it a try, it might be your cup of tea. (PS: No, it's not a revenge story, though it has elements of revenge woven into it. It will be more focused on the path Zane will take, the adventure aspect, and the world around him.)

Her back slammed against the wall, the breath caught in her throat. Before she could say anything, Zayne's body held hers in place, one hand on her jaw, the other around her waist like a vice. His breath was hot against her lips, but his eyes—dark, hungry, and merciless—spoke of sin. "You keep running, Inspector," he growled, in a deep low sinful voice. "But I will always find you. And when I do..." His tongue brushed her earlobe, slow and deliberate, vibrating against her skin. "I don't just want to hear you plead for mercy. I want to ruin you." Priya's breath caught. He smirked against her skin, sensing the way she trembled below him. "I'll have you gasping for my name, your legs shaking, your nails digging into my back. Not once. Not twice. Until you forget you ever hated me." She tried to shove him off her, but her hands betrayed her, curling into his shirt instead. "I'll make you feel it," he whispered, even softer. "Every inch of me... inside you... claiming you. Till you forget the badge. Forget the pride. Forget the pain." "Zayne--" she breathed. “You’ll scream,” he whispered, biting her lower lip. “Not from fear. Not from pain. But because I’ll make you scream like I own you.” “And you’ll love every second of it.”

Yeri was once a succubus, a powerful and irresistible seductress who fed on desire. Now reborn as a stunning young woman in the modern world, she must navigate the confusing collision of her human innocence and her demonic memories. One night, fate leads her into the path of Shin Keir, a dangerously magnetic and notorious CEO known for getting everything he wants—except peace. Their accidental encounter sparks an intense, uncontrollable passion, and a single night together changes everything. *** Excerpt: The dream had returned. Same eerie forest. Same surreal woman in the crimson dress. But this time, the setting had changed slightly. She now stood at the edge of a cliff made of jagged, glowing red rocks that resembled oversized rubies. Scarlet butterflies floated around her like living embers. A thick fog blanketed the area like some forbidden realm between worlds. She turned to him, her smile soft, sweet—and somehow tragic. She was heartbreakingly beautiful, ethereal yet forlorn, like a love story written in fading ink. Shin had tried to call out, but the wind swallowed his voice. As he stepped forward, the woman mouthed something. He couldn't hear her. Then, in a horrifying instant, her body tilted, and she plummeted off the cliff. The despair that followed wasn't just a feeling—it was a full-body, soul-tearing scream that never made it past his throat. Without hesitation, Shin leapt after her. He awoke convulsing, drenched in cold sweat. His eyes gleamed with a strange madness, a devil struggling behind the polished CEO exterior. *** Disclaimer- Places and characters are all works of fiction.

The era of Universal Lordship has come to this world, bringing many opportunities and challenges for humans. At the age of eighteen, each person can acquire territory and participate in the Lord's continent, which will determine whether they can move into a vast world or die in mediocrity. Thousands of years after the start of this era Neo looked up at the sky waiting for his opportunity, the opportunity to change his life and move toward a grander goal. All lords choose an easy route and select a race that already exists but he wished to go against the current, so even if it was looked down upon he created his own race bravely and swore to fight tooth and nail for success. This is the story of his journey as he walks step by step toward a grander future.

Written by: Ninel Nastasya Anna Also known as Writer Oriniska "The Fate of the Shadow" is an original creation by Ninel Nastasya Anna. This story is protected under copyright law. Unauthorized use, duplication, or translation is strictly forbidden. © 2025, Ninel Nastasya Anna. All rights reserved. ) Alia is a brave and intelligent woman with many hidden secrets buried deep within her family and identity. In her quest to uncover the truth, she embarks on a dangerous mission where she crosses paths with Viktor, a mysterious man with a dark and shadowy past. As their lives intertwine, a complex relationship develops—full of trust, betrayal, love, and conflict. Dark Romance Dual Life and Secret Missions Action, Thriller, and Adventure Mafia and Underworld Royal and Traditional Background Betrayal and Revenge Drug Trade and the Dark World Intense Chemistry and Psychological Conflict Power Struggles and Control Loyalty versus Duty If you want, I can help you polish it further or make it sound more like a book synopsis. Character Profile —আলিয়া Alia Skills Summary A versatile warrior and intelligence operative, proficient in physical, psychological, and technological warfare. Skilled in martial arts such as Taekwondo, Krav Maga, and Jiu-Jitsu, with expert hand-to-hand combat abilities. Highly skilled in firearms handling — precise control over sniper rifles, handguns, submachine guns (SMGs), and other specialized weapons. Expert in psychological warfare, capable of destabilizing and confusing opponents through mental tactics. Proficient in advanced technology and cyber espionage — adept at hacking, breaking encryption, bypassing cybersecurity measures, and operating drones and spy tools for covert surveillance and intelligence gathering.

Japan – National News Broadcast The polished news anchor sat upright, her gaze sharp as she adjusted the stack of papers before her. The newsroom behind her hummed with quiet urgency, the weight of the moment settling over the broadcast. "Authorities are baffled by a sudden and unexplained surge in sleep-related deaths across Japan," she began, her voice steady yet tense. "More and more citizens are passing away in their sleep without any prior health concerns. Experts are working tirelessly to determine the cause, but no clear explanation has emerged. Authorities urge the public to remain vigilant and report any unusual symptoms before bedtime." A graphic appeared, displaying the spike in fatalities over the past month. Behind her, unsettling photographs flickered across the screen—blurred images of individuals found in their beds, their faces frozen in expressions of terror. The anchor’s tone shifted. "Health officials recommend citizens avoid excessive fatigue and maintain healthy sleep habits. More updates will follow as investigations continue." --- United States – Paranormal Podcast In a dimly lit podcast studio, the host leaned forward, his eyes wide with curiosity. Across from him, a rugged man in a worn flannel shirt, gripping a faded photograph in one hand and a beer can in the other, leaned back in his chair. "So, you're telling me you saw this creature firsthand?" the host asked, clearly intrigued. The man scoffed, shaking his head. "Damn right, I did. Ugly thing had wings bigger than my body—slow but sneaky. Thought it could steal my pigs again, but I was ready this time—camera in one hand, shotgun in the other." He slammed the table for emphasis, then shoved the blurry image toward the host. The photograph depicted a small, red-skinned humanoid figure with large, bat-like wings, its eyes glowing faintly in the darkness. "Spit, the thing didn’t know what hit it when I fired!" the man chuckled, his voice full of excitement. The host held up the picture to the live chat. "Alright, what do you think? Mothman? Demon? Or is our friend here just seeing things?" The chat exploded with theories—some skeptical, others eager for the investigation to continue. --- China – Liangyuan Street Market Surveillance footage from a bustling night market in China captured a chilling scene. A woman in a red qipao walked gracefully through the crowd, her figure striking in the soft glow of lanterns. Suddenly, she paused. Her body flickered—like a glitch in a video—before vanishing completely, as though she had never existed. The footage zoomed in, replaying in slow motion. In the final frame before she disappeared, her face distorted unnaturally, her eyes hollow and empty. The screen cut abruptly to black.

Wildflower Soul A love story between a motswana girl and a South African young man In the small village Of Gabane, Botswana, Maryam ,a vibrant and determined young woman, struggles to find her place within her own family. Loved by her father, she's constantly belittled and criticised by her mother and sister, who seem to resent her for her kindness and beauty. Meanwhile, in South Africa, Lethabo, a charismatic and successful CEO of Kelly Hill Lodge, has it all -wealth, respect, and admiration from everyone around him.But despite his polished exterior, Leathabo feels an emptiness that he's unable to shake. When Maryam and Lethabo meet , their worlds collide in unexpected ways. Maryam's wildflower Soul captivates Lethabo, and he's drawn to her authenticity and strength. As they navigate their differences and confront their pasts ,they must decide if their love can overcome the challenges that come with their vastly different backgrounds. As they explore the beauty of Botswana and South Africa, Maryam and Lethabo discover that true love can bloom even in the most unlikely of circumstances. Will their love be strong enough to overcome the weight of their families' expectations and societal pressures tear them apart? "Wildflower Soul 'is a heartwarming tale of love,family, and self-discovery, set against the stunning backdrop of Botswana

The boardroom was a wall of glass and judgment. At exactly 8:59 AM, Arielle pushed through the doors in a sharp navy dress that clung to her like confidence had been stitched into every seam. Her heels echoed across the floor as she approached the long, polished table where half a dozen stone-faced executives sat, murmuring over papers and steaming coffee. Dominic was already seated at the head of the table. He didn't look at her. Not at first. But he felt her enter. Just like gravity feels the moon. She took her spot near the screen, placed the tablet in front of her, and exhaled slowly. "You ready?" Dominic asked quietly, his voice low, unreadable. She turned to him with a sharp smile. "Born ready." He finally met her gaze—and for a second, something flickered behind his eyes. Not approval. Not yet. But something… closer than before. "Gentlemen," Dominic said to the table. "This is Arielle Sinclair. She'll be walking you through the market projections and proposed strategy updates for Q3." One of the older men raised a brow. "Her?" Arielle didn't flinch. "Yes. Me," she said, smiling sweetly. "Try to keep up." There was a pause—half stunned, half amused—and then, silence She launched into her presentation. And she nailed it. Clear. Sharp. Confident. She wasn't just parroting facts; she owned the numbers. Her explanations were quick, her slides precise, and her delivery unapologetically fierce. For the first time, they weren't looking at her legs or her lipstick. They were looking at her mind. And Dominic? He watched every second like a man watching a match ignite in a room full of gas. At one point, their eyes locked—and she saw it. A crack in his armor. Not desire. Not annoyance. But something like… respect. And it made her stomach flip in a way no designer bag ever had. When she concluded with a succinct, "Any questions?" the room was quiet. Then, one of the board members nodded. "Well done, Miss Sinclair. Concise and well-structured." Dominic didn't say a word. But his fingers drummed once against the table. A silent approval. The meeting ended. As the board members filed out, Dominic remained seated, watching her. She turned to him slowly. "Well?" she asked. He stood, approached, and said nothing until he was directly in front of her. "You surprised them." "And you?" His gaze dropped to her lips for a split second before meeting her eyes again. "I don't surprise easily." She stepped closer. "You didn't think I could do it." "I knew you could," he said, voice dark and steady. "I just didn't know if you would." She tilted her head. "So what now?" His eyes raked over her—not with lust, but with something more dangerous. Calculating. Hungry. "Now," he said slowly, "I stop holding back." She inhaled sharply. "What does that mean?" "It means if you're staying in this game, you better be ready to lose sometimes." She licked her lips. "I never lose." He smirked—slow, wolfish. "We'll see." And he walked out first. But this time? She followed with her chin high, her stride proud, and fire crackling in her chest. She hadn't just passed the test. She'd lit the room on fire. The hallway was quiet after the boardroom storm, but Arielle's heels still echoed like a victory march. She was glowing. Not just from the adrenaline of her flawless presentation, but from something else—something hotter, deeper. The way Dominic had looked at her afterward wasn't just professional respect. It was a crack in his walls. And she intended to widen it. She pressed the button for the elevator, and just as the doors slid open, a shadow fell over her shoulder. Dominic. Of course. He stepped in beside her without a word, towering, silent, composed. The doors closed. Silence. Tension. Air that thickened with each passing floor. She stood beside him, not touching, but close enough to feel the heat rolling off his body. Close enough to catch a whiff of his cologne—clean, dark, devasta

It's simple. A vengeful wildfire of a woman. A tyrant who begs to be burned. When Aria crashes into Kael’s empire, hellbent on making him pay for taking her job away, she’s met not with defiance—but a dare. “You want revenge?” he taunts, voice dripping with dark invitation. “Then ruin me. Take your pound of flesh exactly where it hurts.” His proposition is a trap laced with sin: As expected he calls the shots in his bed, her contempt is his twisted aphrodisiac. “Hate me until your hands shake,” he growls. “But do it on top of me, where I can watch you savor every cut.” Their arrangement is a collision of dominance and delirium. Aria wields her fury like a blade, determined to break him. Kael? He thrives under her wrath, goading her darker, deeper, hungrier. But vengeance turns slippery when every insult she hisses ignites his obsession, and every cold glare melts into bruising kisses. Soon, the bed becomes a battleground—her nails carving victory into his skin, his whispers a serpent’s promise: “Chain me with your rage, darling. I’ll still come back for more." The rules are simple: No mercy. No surrender. But as their games spiral into something ravenous, who’s destroying whom? And when hatred burns this hot, what’s left when the ashes cool?

Kamakura Metropolitan University practically worships its resident bad‑boy brood: Akuma Takashi and his hand‑picked trio—Tomo Aizawa, Reiho Tsukishima, Itsuki Moriyama, and Takumi Kisaragi. Handsome, untouchable, and forever bored, they survive on one intoxicating pastime: reckless bets. The whole campus swoons over them, yet something about the quartet feels… off—too polished, too predatory, almost supernatural. It’s a sun‑soaked Thursday when trouble finds them. Akuma lounges in the cafeteria, annotation pen hovering over a battered paperback, when Tomo drops into the seat opposite, eyes gleaming. “Bro,” he drawls, “bet you can’t make the very next person through that door fall hopelessly in love with you.” The glass doors hiss. In walks Kaito Ishikawa—hood up, earbuds in, radiating I‑dare‑you apathy. Once upon a freshman year, he was Reiho’s favorite target; lockers, insults, sucker punches—Kaito endured them all with a single bored blink and a muttered expletive. Reiho flinches at the memory. “Bad call, Tomo. The guy’s got ice water for blood and a tongue like barbed wire.” Itsuki arches a brow; Takumi gives a low whistle. Tomo just smirks wider. Akuma snaps his book shut, eyes tracking Kaito’s deliberate stride. A lazy, dangerous smile curls across his lips. “Challenge accepted,” he murmurs— and in that heartbeat, the game is on. Akuma Takashi is the very definition of breathtaking. With white marble hair that dances with the wind and ocean-blue eyes that could drown you without warning, he’s the kind of beauty that makes people stop mid-step—and girls quite literally beg for his attention. He’s tall—like, stupidly tall—standing at a striking 180 cm, and he knows how to use every inch of it. And then there’s Kaito Ishikawa—just 165 cm of pure, concentrated menace. A short, sharp-tempered little villain, armed with jet-black hair, deep brown eyes, and zero tolerance for bullshit. He’s either buried in a book or glued to his phone, rarely acknowledges class, and yet… he’s always topping the academic charts. How? No one knows. Why? No one dares to ask. Frankly, no one cares—because Kaito doesn’t give a single damn about being understood. He’s chaos in a quiet package. And Akuma? He might be the only one insane enough to unwrap it.

***This is BOOK 2 under the FAKE DATING SERIES*** ____________________ COPYRIGHT NOTICE: All Rights Reserved. No portion of this publication may be reproduced, copied, stored, transmitted, adapted, translated, or distributed in any form or by any means, including but not limited to electronic, digital, or online media, without the prior written consent of the author. Unauthorized use, duplication, or dissemination of any part of this work will constitute a violation of copyright law and may result in legal action. _____________________ Shanaya Thakur had a plan! A neatly color-coded, perfectly curated, bullet-journal-approved kind of plan. The kind of plan with checkboxes, motivational quotes scribbled in the margins, and an unhealthy number of post-its. She was going to become Mumbai’s best, boldest, badass lawyer, land a coveted job at the ridiculously prestigious BR Advocates — a firm so elite it practically air-kissed lesser mortals — and slowly take over the world, one perfectly argued case at a time. Shanaya wasn’t just ambitious. She was capital-A Ambitious. And maybe a little dramatic, excessively sarcastic, and allergic to bullshit. So naturally, when she nailed every single requirement BR Advocates asked for — top of her class? Check. Ruthless work ethic? Double check. A sharp tongue capable of verbally decimating anyone who doubted her? Triple, sparkly check — she figured the job was practically hers. Until the firm pulled a surprise. A New hiring rule: Only experienced, married applicants will be considered. Married? As in, spouse? Legal binding married? She blinked. Holy crap! And sure, Shanaya might have aggressively whispered ‘burn it all down’ under her breath in the middle of HR’s lobby. And yes, she might have chucked a high heel at her vision board. But desperation breeds creativity. And Shanaya Thakur? She was nothing if not dangerously creative when backed into a corner. Which is how the idea was born. Find a husband! Any husband! In two weeks. Which brings us to Yuvaan Grewal: Six-foot-something of maddening calm, devastating looks, and a talent for making tailored suits look illegal. President of Sauvé, one of India’s most successful product companies, Yuvaan is brilliant, emotionally detached, and permanently single — by choice. A choice his mother hates. After dodging fifty arranged proposals, eighty dates, and roughly a hundred aunties armed with lovely girls from nice families, Yuvaan’s perfected the art of politely refusing romance and staying unmarried. Until one scandal, a series of hilariously unfortunate coincidences, and one very desperate law graduate with excellent cheekbones land them both in a situation neither of them asked for: A fake marriage. It’s supposed to be simple. A business arrangement. A temporary fix. But with Shanaya’s sharp mouth, Yuvaan’s smoldering glares, and a growing list of almost-kisses they both pretend not to remember — things are about to get complicated. Because what happens when the one person you swear you can’t stand starts feeling alarmingly like home? And Love ? That was never part of the plan. But then again… when is it ever? _____________________ DISCLAIMER: The book contains mature content, so please read under the parental guidance. Also, the cover illustration belongs to original creator. NOT me. The cover page was modified using online tools. The story is slow burn, so please bear with the plot. ______________________

When I opened my eyes for the first time in this hell, I thought I was trapped in a nightmare… but no, nightmares aren’t delivered with this level of detail. The sky was gray, like a tattered strip of ash from tormented souls. The air was heavy, as if the world itself breathed blood instead of oxygen. And more importantly… I’m not on Earth. I am Nir Verton. Son of the Duke of Shadows. The Verton family—the name whispered by nations before they sleep, feared even by those who do not know what fear means. Ah yes, Nir Verton… the calm, noble, perfect young man who’s supposed to be the centerpiece of this ridiculous story. But what is the story, exactly? A romance novel. Yes, romance. A tale written with roses, innocent scenes, and gazes that last for pages—where the heroine, Ayla, falls in love with me after three lines and ten chapters of exchanged smiles. Did I mention I despise this kind of story? I can’t stand it. I don’t believe in love made of sugar, or tears polished in golden light. But the worst part? I’m stuck in Nir’s body—the boy who smiles like he’s never known pain, while I scream on the inside. What’s expected of me? To be the heroine’s lover? To melt her heart with a smile and a flower? To hold her close while the towers collapse and whisper, “The world will be alright”? No. To hell with that. This world is leaning toward ruin, and I am no savior. I’m just an intruder in the body of the heir to a terrifying family, trapped within the threads of a story I didn’t write—and I won’t act it out the way they want. I am not Nir Verton. But since everyone believes I am... Let’s see how far I can twist your happy ending.

"Block him." "He's technically still my boss." "Then block him with dignity." The call ended again. And then started again. I let out a sound somewhere between a growl and a sob, then finally answered with the enthusiasm of a snail crawling through salt. "Yes, Mr. Walton?" "Have you changed your mind yet?" I collapsed onto the towel and gazed at the sky as though it might consume me entirely if I pleaded sweetly enough. "Do you ever take a break?" I asked, shielding my eyes with one hand. "You're avoiding the question." "Because it's a dumb question." He exhaled, the sound sharp and irritated even over phone. "It's not a dumb question. It's a business offer." "It's a weird offer-one that I already said no to." There was a brief pause, and I could practically hear him clenching his jaw through the speaker. "You are acting unreasonably." " Unreasonable?" I sat up. "I'm not the one drafting fake girlfriend contracts like it's a normal Tuesday." "Isabella-" "Certainly not, Mr. Walton." I mimicked his tone perfectly. "I told you I'm not doing it. You need to find someone else to play pretend with." SYNOPSIS Isabella Miller thought saying no to her boss’s fake dating offer was the end of the story. But Adrien Walton doesn’t take no—especially not when he’s convinced she’s a gold digger. Suddenly, her student loans are piling up, her father’s vet clinic is on the brink of eviction and her brother is about to be kicked out of college. Coincidence? She thinks not. Adrien Walton is calm, calculating—and he's just pulled every string to corner Isabella into the perfect position. Now she’s stuck choosing between pride and survival. So she agrees to his offer: be his fake girlfriend. No feelings attached. No drama. Just business. Or so she thought. "Conference Room B. Fifteen minutes," he said, passing by without a glance. The folder he pushed across the table landed with a thud. I opened it. The contract. All of it. --- Enemies to lovers? Check. Slow burn? Hmmnyea. Banter so sharp it might file your nails? Yes. Delicious workplace tension? Of course. Tension that could melt steel?Absolutely. Smut?? Wanna find out? Welcome to corporate romance warfare. There’s no escaping this contract.

Shivam was just a normal guy. A government employee finally living a stable life after surviving an orphan’s hell and fighting tooth and nail through every damn obstacle life threw his way. He love anime, web novels, and his one true obsession light novels. His favorite? Transmigrated as a Third-Rate Villain. The plot? Fire. The fights? Insane. The worldbuilding? God-tier. And the characters? Untouchable—especially Marcus Ardent and Daelen Vorcrest, the last heroes of mankind. But then came the final chapter. Marcus dead. Daelen gone. The entire continent, erased with a single, lazy keystroke. “ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?!” “What kind of brain-dead garbage ending is this?! You killed everyone for shock value! You threw away the best characters like trash!” Shivam didn’t just hate-comment the author. He cursed them. Then went to sleep. And woke up as Ezra Celestrian. The most forgettable side character in the novel. A man who was supposed to be dead. Only… something’s wrong. Ezra isn’t weak. He never was. He was the strongest human side character in the novel—so talented, the author killed him early to keep the power scaling in check. But now Shivam is him. And the story is no longer in the author’s hands. “Why the hell do I keep talking like a noble?” “What the fuck is this ‘Divine Enemy’ trait!?” The world believes Ezra is dead. But Shivam’s done playing along. “You dragged me into your broken story. You killed my favorite characters. You erased everything I loved for a cheap twist.” “Fine. I’ll fix your mess. I’ll rewrite your story.” “And when I find you, ‘Author’—I swear to god, I’m gonna shove that ending down your throat.” —————— Now available: +5 Chapter Bundle for just 500 Coins! Support this poor author and get ahead of the story! Ezra won’t wait—and neither will the plot twists..

BLOODTYPE is a wlw vampire romance novel. Ashley is a world renowned African American scientist whose groundbreaking discoveries and innovative inventions have reshaped the field of biology. Publicly, she's celebrated for her research in animal anatomy and physiology, earning her respect and acclaim worldwide. Yet, beneath the surface of her polished reputation lies a relentless obsession: the study of vampire blood, and vampires themselves. She's always been interested in inhumane creatures. Things that look and sound human, but aren't. Beasts. Creatures that blend in with us. What would happen if she came face to face with one?

Sabrina Baelleigh never expected her life to turn out this way. After the tragic murder of her parents, she became the sole protector of her younger sister, fighting tooth and nail to survive. Managing a small, struggling restaurant, Sabrina found herself drowning in debt, hoping for a miracle. But then came Thaddeus Gillcrest, a billionaire who promised a way out—through a contract marriage that could solve all her problems. But nothing went as planned. Despite their agreement, Sabrina found herself falling for him, and for a fleeting moment, happiness seemed within reach. That was until Cynthia Rodgers slid her way between them, causing betrayal, misunderstandings, and ultimately, a divorce. Sabrina’s life seemed shattered, but fate had other plans. One fateful night led to another secret: a baby. Now, with her life in turmoil, Sabrina must go through the rocky road from heartbreak to stardom, while the truth about the past threatens to unravel everything. Can Sabrina rise from the ashes, or will the betrayals of love and ambition destroy her for good?