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What Is The Best Selling Romance Book

MR. SURGEON IS IN MY ROMANCE NOVEL

Ayaka Yamamoto is more than just an author; she’s a literary sensation. Writing under the alluring pseudonym Ms. Midnight, she has captured the hearts and minds of readers with her intricately woven murder mysteries. Her stories, filled with unexpected twists and heart-stopping suspense, have made her a cornerstone of the genre. But just as she is poised to unleash her latest masterpiece—a thrilling narrative brimming with shadows, betrayal, and bloodshed—Ayaka faces an unanticipated blow: her manuscript is met with cold rejection from her editor. As the stakes rise and the pressure mounts, a surprising revelation emerges. Ayaka’s loyal fans are craving something different—they long for romance! They yearn for tales that spark passion and stir the soul, just as much as they cherish her signature suspense. As discussions with her editor grow increasingly intense, Ayaka reaches a pivotal juncture. With an ultimatum hanging over her, she must wrestle with a daunting choice: incorporate romance into her upcoming novel or risk letting go of the genre she loves. Reluctantly, Ayaka embarks on this new adventure, diving deep into the intricate realm of emotional storytelling. As she explores the complexities of love and longing, one tantalizing question looms: Can she tap into the raw emotions needed to create characters that resonate, or will the beloved legacy of Ms. Midnight slip away, like whispers in the night?
AeoshabelleSkye · 115.2K Views

I Sell System[BL]

Synopsis 1: What came first? The chicken or the egg? Those questions were one of the most mystical and debated topics to have ever existed. Pulling in the most narrow-minded people to fistfight and barrages of spit lacquering everything around. But that wasn't of any concern to Fu Wen. Such thoughts were lost to him for now. Snagging his attractive neighbor was just one of Fu Wen's accomplishment at the moment. So he was having a great day—no, the PERFECT day, rather. Because not only had he the fruits of six months bore a hot boyfriend. Tonight, he's gonna warm up bed for the first time in his life. But of course, a perfect day doesn't include accidents. But it also does not include that the said perfect day was just a hatched plan to make it seem perfect. For all the imagination he had in mind, Fu Wen never expected death. Synopsis 2: No one knows whether death was truly the end. The beginning. Or simply the void itself. Fu Wen's definition never had any of that. Having been ensnared in the pits of debts, such philosophical outlook was really unneeded. But now that he died, one thing that Fu Wen has proved is that life exist. Magic exist. And to make it even better, local folks here were like morsels. Something to salivate at. The only problem is that he isn't up to par to strike a conversation with them. Synopsis 3: Fu Wen never played games. Well, he did. But working to settle all the unwarranted debts burdening his teenage life to his mid-twenties made him forget the essence of that word. But now that he died, Fu Wen considered that the floating words must be his retribution for not playing games at all. Ah, absurd. Fat chance. A shallow reason and a shallow depiction of life. Fu Wen died and reincarnated for a reason. He didn't know why, but when he finds out what for and with whom, a variety of splendid and macabre words would overflow his mouth. For starters, fuck it. Girthier than Zou Yun's.
RisingUp · 5.3K Views

Fleeting romance

"Ah... Stop, Malik," she whispered, her voice filled with a mix of ecstasy and resistance. Her involuntary moans cut through the darkness enveloping them. Her wrists were pinned against the sofa, and his lips traveled slowly across her neck, each kiss igniting a fiery desire within him. "Did you think you could toy with my feelings and then simply flee?" he growled, his voice raspy with an intensity that even surprised him. His arm wrapped tightly around her, while she struggled to suppress her reactions, closing her eyes against the bittersweet torment of his kisses. "What we had was nothing but a fleeting love," she murmured defiantly, her words fueling his need. He pressed his lips forcefully against hers, deepening the kiss as he explored her mouth with an insatiable hunger. Her lips were a forbidden delight, but she fought against him, knowing this was a mistake. As she pulled away, he reclaimed her lips, consumed by his obsession. "Fleeting love?" he whispered urgently into her ear, tracing her skin and sending shivers down her spine. "I have your name engraved in my heart—your voice, your lips, our first night, every moment." With a gentle move, he unclasped her bra, the straps falling beneath her top. "Forget me? I'm doing us both a favor. I have a life; you already have a fiancé—" Her words were silenced by his finger softly brushing her lips. "It's already called off," he declared. "I will never let go of the gift that you are. You are mine, always and forever. No other man will ever have you, or he’ll face my wrath." "What could possibly stop me if not death itself? I will never cease to chase and love you, my dearest wife," he vowed, tightening his embrace. As her eyes widened, she realized the depth the obsession she had unknowingly nurtured. She pondered the chain of events leading her to this inevitable fate, a consequence of one small act of kindness spiraling into a consuming obsession.
Xteris · 1.5K Views
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