Jinx Taunt

Before she met Jian Shichu, Ye Qingci had always been a jinx. After meeting Jian Shichu, the heavens seriously told her there was no such thing as most jinxed, only more jinxed! She had hardly agreed to Jian Shichu's request to bear him a child, a spitting image of him, and begged to be spared further trouble. The gentleman just raised an eyebrow, "You're thinking too much! One child is not enough. You need to give birth to at least a whole soccer team!" Ye Qingci: ...Jian Shichu, why don't you go marry a sow! Rumors had it that the devastatingly beautiful and rich Seventh Master Jian had no interest in women. It was later that Ye Qingci found out he was just not interested in any woman but her.

[Warning: Mature Content R18+] The taste of forbidden love is the sweetest agony!! They were fucking right. I, Frery Kane was whipped and captivated by a Lycan Shifter from the Bay Shifter pack in Paradise Bay. Drawn to him like a moth to a flame, an irresistible pull I couldn’t deny. Alpha Tor Gale, a Lycan Shifter of unparalleled strength, only of his kind, his blood as intoxicating as ambrosia, his presence a temptation, I couldn’t escape. He made me crave more than I should or was allowed. In Paradise Bay, Vampires and Shifters are bound by ancient laws, their rivalry etched into the marrow of our existence. To meet him was to defy centuries of hatred; to love him was to risk everything. Each secret meeting was a dance with death, a betrayal of the Paradise Vampire Coven, and a rebellion against the laws that chained us. But Tor was my forbidden desire, my beautiful torment, and my greatest weakness. I knew the cost of this love, a love that could ignite war and destroy us both. But how could I resist the one thing that made my immortal heart beat once more? Excerpt from Alpha Tor's POV: “So you’ve been following me,” Tor’s deep growl echoed in the icy cavern. His golden eyes caught the flicker of torchlight. His breath misted in the freezing air, curling like smoke between them. “What gave me away?” I responded my voice as low, deep, and steady. Tor laughed a deep rumble that shook the cavern walls. “You reek of desperation. Do you think I didn’t notice your scent clinging to the trees? Are your footprints melting the frost? What is it, vampire? What do you want from me?” My jaw clenched and my gaze didn’t waver. “Your blood,” I taunted as my voice was laced with coldness to see if he could be threatened by my words. “Your kind is... intoxicating. Forbidden. I can’t stop myself.” I expected him to cover but he stepped forward and responded “If it’s my blood you want,” he murmured, his voice low and teasing, “then come closer and take what you need” The words struck me like lightning, and a fiery heat surged through my veins. My beast clawed at my control, drawn to him in a way that defied logic. His gaze held mine, and for the first time in my life, I didn’t know whether to run or to stay. ___________________________________________________________________________________________ In the end, they called me a betrayer. A traitor to the Paradise Vampire Coven. But how could I hold back when I had tasted something far sweeter than immortality? Alpha Tor was my forbidden fruit, the Lycan Shifter Alpha who defied everything I was taught to hate. But when I surged forward, ready to face anyone who dared stand between us, fate revealed the old prophecy hidden in Hanka Island. Alpha Tor wasn’t just my lover, he was my lifetime mate, our bond blessed by the ancient magic of Hanka Island itself. And our love was not meant to follow the rules, it was meant to break them.

In the heart of a quiet town, a centuries-old curse stirs from the shadows. Long ago, on Valentine’s Day, Mary’s life ended in betrayal and blood. Now, her spirit lingers in a monstrous vessel—a cursed cat that brings death to any who dare speak her name. When teenage orphan Tasha Monroe adopts a stray cat at her boarding school, she unknowingly invites an ancient evil into her life. As students begin to vanish and chilling whispers of Mary’s curse resurface, fear grips the school’s ivy-covered halls. No one is safe from the creature that lurks in the night—a monster that kills without warning and vanishes without a trace. But the horror doesn’t end with bloodshed. It plays with its prey—taunting, lurking, and feeding on their terror. As Tasha becomes entangled in the legend, she realizes the curse is more personal than she could have imagined. With the town descending into chaos and the shadows tightening around her, Tasha must uncover the truth behind Mary’s wrath. But the question remains—can the monster be stopped, or is death inevitable once the name Mary is spoken? In Black Valentine, love and betrayal intertwine with vengeance and blood. And once the curse is awakened, the only gift Valentine’s Day brings… is death.

"I was dead today. Or at least, I thought I was." Iyra wakes up in her bed, her hands trembling as she touches her face—warm, real, alive. But wasn’t she just dying? Wasn’t she supposed to be…gone? Before she can make sense of it, a flash of blinding light crashes onto the rooftop of an abandoned museum. And then—darkness. When she opens her eyes again, she’s somewhere else. A hospital. An unfamiliar time. A world that is almost hers but not quite right. Her home is no longer her own, and strangers now live in it. The calendar taunts her with an impossible truth: April 15, 2000. Iyra is caught in a terrifying cycle—waking up in different versions of reality, each shifting before she can grasp what’s happening. The universe is rewriting itself, forcing her into timelines where she never existed. If she can’t find a way to fit into one of them, she will begin to fade, slipping into non-existence. But she’s not the only one trapped. A stranger—one who should have never met her—keeps appearing in these fractured worlds. Together, they must uncover the truth: Is this a cruel fate? A punishment? Or is someone rewriting time itself? As the echoes of her death grow louder, Iyra must race against time before she vanishes completely. Because the more she fights her fate, the more reality fights back. ---

In the kingdom of Moon Aires, Kassandra Escalante. A bold and spirited lady general, shocks the court by asking the hand of the 7th prince Kalix Noah El Greco, known for being unlucky and cold-hearted. “As a reward, I will grant you a wish, General Escalante. Tell me, what is it?” “I want to be a wife, your majesty. I want the 7th prince to be my husband.” Despite their contradicting personality, Kassandra with her power of luckiness and optimism, dreams a peaceful life as Kalix’s wife. They find themselves drawn into a passionate enchantment fueled by their desires. Will their chemistry lead to the ultimate collision of luck and jinx? Or maybe… fate will have a different plan to two people who had promised not to fall with each other. Is there a happy ending when secrets were lurking around?

Isabella was supposed to be sipping champagne at a luxury spa, not waking up in the middle of a forest. Worse, a SYSTEM had attached itself to her like some clingy ex, spouting nonsense about survival, quests, and—oh, hell no—manual labor. "System, I was NOT built for the wilderness! My ideal ‘roughing it’ experience involves a five-star hotel with bad WiFi!" Now, instead of lounging in silk robes, she’s being ordered to farm? To hunt? "A farming quest? You want me—a city girl—to grow food? System, I once killed a cactus by overwatering it. This is NOT my calling!" And don’t even get her started on the hygiene situation. "You want me to bathe in a cold river? Darling, I require warm water, scented oils, and an ambience! What do I look like—some barbarian?!" Unfortunately, the locals—big, muscular beastmen—don’t seem to understand the concept of self-care. The women? Neglecting their skin like it’s a crime to be radiant. The men? Walking hygiene disasters. "Ladies, if your man can smell you before he sees you, we have a problem." "You see this? This is lotion. It exists so you don’t look like a dried-up leaf. Use it." "A beard should be majestic, not tragic. Let me fix it." And the beastmen? They don’t just stare at her like she’s an oddity. No, they hover. They smirk. They lean in too close, fangs flashing with amusement. "Why do you keep looking at me like that?" she huffed, crossing her arms. The panther grinned, his tail flicking. "Because you’re fascinating when you’re annoyed." No, absolutely not. She was not here for this nonsense. "If you have time to stare, you have time to moisturize." She didn’t ask to be here. She didn’t ask to be their savior. But if she has to suffer through this world, she’s making everyone around her suffer less—through skincare, style, and some serious attitude. "If I hear one more ‘We don’t season our food here,’ I’m launching a war." "If you have time to gossip, you have time to do squats." "You want to impress a woman? Start with not smelling like the battlefield." Survival isn’t just about fighting monsters; it’s about looking good while doing it. So what if the System keeps throwing impossible quests her way? "What do you mean ‘you can’t skip quests’?! Since when?! Where is the skip button?! I demand a skip button!" But somewhere between dodging ridiculous quests and fixing these people’s tragic grooming habits, Isabella found herself in situations. Uncomfortable, heart-racing situations. Like being trapped against a tree by the red python, his red eyes half-lidded as he murmured, "You talk too much, little star. Should I silence you?" Like waking up with the lion lord’s fur-lined cloak draped over her shoulders, his deep voice gruff, "You shiver in your sleep. I’ll fix that." Like the phoenix watching her every move, his burning gaze searing into her skin as he mused, "You cause chaos wherever you go, but I find that I don’t mind." Oh, hell. No. She was not about to fall for four beastmen. She was too pretty for this much stress. "If you insult me again, I’ll make sure your soul needs a beauty upgrade." "I refuse to be disrespected by anyone who dresses like an unwashed tree branch." And yet, when a rival tribe came to challenge her, when danger lurked too close, those same beastmen stood beside her—smirking, taunting, fighting for her. "A beastman growled at me today. I growled back. He ran. I am the alpha now." Isabella isn’t just surviving. She’s thriving. And this world better keep up.

Neko entered the world as a fragile soul, his delicate frame and frail constitution making him an easy target for ridicule. From the moment he could walk, whispers and jeers followed him like shadows. But amidst the cruelty, there was one unwavering light—his sister, Nakemi. With her bunny-like features, soft ears twitching at every sound, she stood as his fierce protector, shielding him from the world’s harshness. While others saw weakness, Nakemi saw strength in her brother, a quiet resilience that others were too blind to notice. The world itself was once ordinary, until the day an ancient god, seething with rage, unleashed a curse upon the land. The curse twisted reality, warping people into hybrids of myth and beast. Some grew wings, others sprouted tails, and a rare few were gifted with extraordinary powers. Chaos reigned as the mutated struggled to adapt, and monstrous creatures, born of the curse, roamed the land with a singular purpose: destruction. In the midst of this turmoil, Emperor Shang-hi rose as a beacon of order. He summoned all those who had been granted powers, forming an elite team to protect the kingdom. With their combined strength, he erected a colossal resistance shield, a shimmering barrier that safeguarded the land from the horrors beyond. His son, Prince Han, was among the chosen—a natural leader with a commanding presence and a power that radiated like the sun. He was tasked with leading the team, though his heart harbored a secret he dared not reveal: a growing affection for Neko, the frail boy with angelic wings and a quiet determination. Neko’s mutation had transformed him in ways no one could have predicted. From his back sprouted pristine white wings, soft as clouds and radiant with an otherworldly glow. A golden halo hovered above his head, and a third eye, mysterious and all-seeing, appeared on his forehead. Yet, despite these divine features, his body remained fragile, his strength limited. His sister, Nakemi, had become a nimble bunny-girl, her agility and speed unmatched, but her protective instincts toward Neko only grew stronger. When Neko joined the power sect, he was thrust into a world of rigorous training. Swords, bows, and other weapons became his daily companions. To everyone’s surprise, Neko showed an aptitude for the bow, his aim precise and steady, and a modest skill with the sword. But his teammates were far from kind. They mocked his slender frame, taunted his weakness, and dismissed him as a liability. Only Prince Han saw beyond the surface, his admiration for Neko’s quiet perseverance deepening with each passing day. As the team trained and prepared for the battles ahead, the threat of the cursed monsters loomed ever closer. These creatures, twisted and malevolent, sought only to destroy, their very existence a testament to the ancient god’s wrath. Neko, despite his physical limitations, carried a resolve that burned brighter than any flame. He would prove himself, not just to his teammates, but to the world—and perhaps, in doing so, he would uncover the true extent of the power hidden within his fragile form. The stage was set for a tale of courage, love, and redemption, where the weakest would rise to become the strongest, and where the bonds of family and loyalty would be tested against the darkness of a cursed world.

WARNING: MATURE CONTENT I was eight when my world burned. My family was slaughtered; my home was reduced to ash. And the ones responsible? Gone. All they left behind was a black bandana embroidered with a nightshade thorn—a symbol of death. For ten years, I trained in the shadows. I became a weapon. Now, my hunt leads me to Prestige Supernatural Academy (PSA), the most elite werewolf school in the world—a place ruled by four Alpha heirs with too much power, arrogance, and dark desires. The night I arrive, I cross paths with Dristan, Kai, and Axel—heirs to the East, North, and West Alpha Kings. Arrogant. Vicious. Gods among wolves. They see me as nothing. A weak, powerless stray. They humiliate me, taunt me, overpower me— making me want to rip them apart. So, I make a vow: I’ll destroy them before they ever get the chance to destroy me. Then, on the eve of my 18th birthday, the Blood Moon rises. My wolf awakens. My power surges. And fate? That cruel, twisted bitch shackles me to all three of them. Mates. I want to reject them. I burn for them instead. And when I meet Xade, the wicked, silver-tongued heir to the Middle Belt Alpha King, the final bond snaps into place. Four possessive, dominant, and dangerously irresistible alphas. One vengeful, unbreakable wolf. And a deadly secret tying them to my past. Loving them could destroy me. Hating them could kill me. But in the end… who will ruin whom? And, fuck—why does my traitorous body want all four of them to do it? *************** “Say it.” Dristan’s voice was smooth and controlled in a way that promised devastation underneath. I swallowed hard, my pulse hammering as he cornered me against the desk. Kai was behind me, his warmth pressing into my back, his breath teasing my neck. Axel leaned in, lips curved in a sinful smirk, his hazel green eyes dark with amusement. “Say it, sweetheart. Say you don’t want us and we’ll let you be—maybe.” I clenched my fists. I wanted to tell them to fuck off—but my traitorous body? It was already betraying me.  My skin burned. My heart raced. My thighs clenched against the insufferable ache they caused just by existing. I lifted my chin, ignoring the heat curling low in my stomach. “I don’t—” “Liar.” The single word came from Xade, who had been silent until now. He was sitting in the professor’s chair, his crystal blue eyes burning into mine. He didn’t have to touch me. His voice alone was enough to undo me. He smirked, tilting his head. “You can fight it all you want, little wolf. But we can smell it.” Axel’s fingers traced the pulse at my throat. “Your heart’s pounding.” Kai’s lips brushed my ear. “Your body’s betraying you, love.” Dristan exhaled slowly, his gaze locked onto mine like a predator savouring its prey. “Your scent doesn’t lie, mate.” Fuck. My entire body was on fire. My legs trembled. My wolf purred in my head, eager to submit. I wouldn’t. I couldn’t. So, I did the only thing I could—I shoved Axel back, spun around, and tried to escape. I didn’t make it. Kai grabbed my wrist, yanking me back into his chest. I gasped, my palms slamming against his rock-solid torso. His golden eyes burned into mine. “Where do you think you’re going?” Axel was behind me now, his fingers sliding under my jaw, forcing my head up. “We’re not done with you, sweetheart.” Dristan smirked. “Not even close, mate.” "We're just getting started," Xade drawled. I was trapped. Caged. And the worst part? I didn’t want to run. ***************** Instagram: Baevidaa Join me on Discord: https://discord.gg/68t5Pv3Gmn BaeVida#7176

King Maxwell had it all. youth, power, and wealth. But his heart belonged to only one woman: Elena. She was neither of noble blood nor royalty, yet she captured his soul in a way no one else could. Their love was fierce, defying the objections of the royal family and the expectations of the kingdom. But despite his devotion, Elena was never truly accepted. Whispers of her unworthiness filled the palace halls, and the royal family was relentless in their attempts to remove her. Their final blow came in the form of a calculated betrayal. A carefully chosen noble maiden was sent to seduce the king, and she succeeded. When Elena discovered the ultimate betrayal, her heart shattered. Tired of the taunts, the rejection, and now the ultimate disgrace, she fled the palace, leaving everything behind, including the secret growing within her. Unknowingly to her, she carried the future of the kingdom in her womb. Far from the opulent world she once knew, Elena built a humble life as a waitress, raising her son as a commoner, keeping his royal heritage a secret. She vowed that he would never know the pain she endured. Eight years passed. King Alexander remained childless despite every effort with his new queen. His desperation for an heir consumed him, but fate had other plans. When an unexpected revelation exposes the existence of his long-lost son, the king embarks on a relentless quest to find his missing heir. But Elena is not the same woman who once walked the palace halls. She has nothing but hatred for the man who betrayed her. And she will do anything to protect her son from the world that once tore her apart, even if it means defying a king. Now, the battle is no longer about love, it’s about a mother’s fight for her son and a king’s fight for his legacy. Will their lost affection rekindle their past romance?

In a world where fate seemed sealed, Ray seized a rare opportunity to rewrite his past. Reincarnated eleven times, he had repeatedly failed to vanquish the hero protagonist who stood in his way. The unwavering support of the twelve Heroines, who rallied behind the hero protoganist with unshakeable loyalty, had made him successful in taking down the Villain, Ray. Undeterred, Ray concocted a cunning plan. He would charm the Heroines, making them fall deeply in love with him. With their hearts in his grasp, he would manipulate their actions, crippling their ability to aid the hero in the impending final war. As the villain, Ray relished the chaos he would unleash upon the world. He would taunt the hero, making himself the ultimate target. But that was just the only beginning of his plan, as he would do much more evil things that would seem crazy for a human being to do. Yet, Ray's ultimate goal was to claim the Heroines as his own, transforming them from the hero's destined harem into his loyal wives. Armed with the knowledge gleaned from his past lives, Ray was determined to turn the tables. This was his last chance at redemption, and he vowed not to squander it. With ruthless ambition burning within, Ray set out to orchestrate his ultimate triumph. Updates: 1-2 chaps per day for now.

NEW CHAPTER RELEASE EVERY DAY FROM THE START OF NEXT MONTH. ××× 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?

For years, Alpha Lucas taunted and was cruel to Clara, making her feel so less of herself. As a result of this, she became weak, and there was nothing she could do to go against the powerful Alpha who liked making her life a living hell. Eventually, Clara escaped and fell off a cliff. She was presumed dead by Lucan, but she survived. Five years later, Clara returned. A string a fierce Omega, she wasn't the timid lady he once knew, and she is determined to seek her revenge. To make Lucas pay for the things he had done to her. However, fate has other plans for her. A revelation comes into play and she finds out that she is tied to Lucas by a made bond, making their destinies become one. Clara struggles to reconcile her hatred for Lucas, she begins to develop feelings for the man she never thought she would whenever he is so close to her. Can Clara truly hate the man who once made her life a living hell knowing that her heart is now bound to his?

When the **System** assimilates Earth into a game-like reality, granting superhuman abilities to everyone, Jayden "Freak" Malone gets the most broken power of all—[Freak Mode]. "Rules? Stats? LOL. Do whatever you want." Now, the more unpredictable and absurd Jayden acts, the stronger he becomes. Punch a dragon? His fists gain anti-dragon properties. Insult a god? Temporary divine resistance. Eat a cursed sandwich? Poison immunity (and weird cravings). Armed with sheer chaos, Jayden trolls his way through dungeons, breaks quests, and turns epic battles into glitch-filled comedy shows. The System hates him, villains regret facing him, and his party members question their life choices. From taunting demon lords with a frying pan to accidentally becoming a meme-powered deity, Jayden’s journey is one insane exploit after another. Humor meets OP madness in this anti-System adventure where the only rule is— there are no rules. Note:- This is a deliberately absurd, nonsensical comedy logic, coherence, and the laws of reality have all taken a vacation. Proceed at your own risk." Note:- Chapter are going to be super short so don't complain.

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The grip he has on my hair loosens as he kneads my nipple between his thumb and index finger. My back is now arching forward, leaning into his touch. I want more. He chuckles in response. His breath coats my neck as he does so. "So needy," he taunts me before he removes his hands from my body. I'm ready to protest against the loss of his touch, but before I can, he grips my shoulders in his warm palms, pushing me back onto the sheets and pillows. I shudder in delight. Our eyes connect, and I feel the fire in my body ignite from how he looks at me. His eyes scan my body for a fleeting moment before he grabs the blanket and pulls it up.  "Spread your legs," he demands. His tone was low and husky. I comply, and he rewards me with a grin that says everything he doesn't need to say out loud. "You're perfect," he says in a whisper as he crawls further onto the bed between my legs. He's hovering over me. One hand cups my face as he leans down, resting his other arm on his elbow next to my face.  My fingers are tracing the outline of his toned abs. Enjoying the goosebumps rippling across his skin as a result. I watch as he closes his eyes, taking a moment to absorb this feeling before closing the gap between our lips. His lips are delicious.  "Mmm," I hummed against his lips. He deepens the kiss, sliding his tongue in my mouth. Our tongues collided like a happy accident. I slide my fingers up his chest and wrap my hands around the back of his neck, pulling him closer to me. He groans in response, vibrating against my lips. His dick is hard and pressed against my core, making it throb with need.  --------------- Phoenix was adopted by humans as a baby. She grew up in a small rural territory knowing nothing of her species or what the future held for her. She soon meets her 'mate' and discovers the secrets her human parents had kept from her all these years. In a fit, she runs away to discover that more than one man held the mate bond with her. Her first mate spent years trying to hunt her down just to find her with another fated mate. Devastated and broken he decides that he will reject her, but she becomes a target of evil no one understands. Both of her mates reluctantly stick together to keep her safe and now they are all stuck under one roof, can they figure out their differences? Will she choose her first or second mate? Or is there a third mate that is her true destiny?

Three rejections. Three shattered dreams. That was Layla’s reality, all because she was different—a half-shifter in a world obsessed with purity. Ostracized, shunned, and finally sold off like a pawn to the most feared ruler alive—the Lycan King. He was ruthless, a king with a graveyard of brides, each one a ghostly reminder of a fate worse than death. Layla loathed him. Hated the way his gaze cold and fathomless, held no warmth for her. Hated how his touch, both thrilling and terrifying, sent an uninvited chill down her spine. --- “I hate you!” I screamed, hands clenched so tight my knuckles ached. He sighed, a smirk curling at the edge of his lips, his tone mocking as he closed his book with a deliberate snap. “Stressed, are we?” he asked, strolling toward me, each step reminding me exactly who held the power here. “Lucky for you,” he drawled, rolling up his sleeves as he stopped just inches away, “I know exactly 70 ways to ease those nerves.” His fingers brushed my cheek, a touch that seemed to burn into my skin. “The first… a hug.” His voice dropped to a rough whisper as he leaned in, breath hot against my ear. “And the rest... well, that's 69? what do you say about that?" I swallowed hard, my heart thudding wildly as he tilted his head, waiting for me to react, that insufferable smirk still in place. “What’s the matter, darling?” he murmured, a taunt lingering in his gaze. --- A Dangerous Obsession Can she resist the pull, or will she dance into the flames of her own destruction? A dark dive into obsession, raw need, and the razor’s edge between desire and devastation. --- LYCAN KING CASSIAN I will tear her apart piece by piece, feeding the wildfire that grips her with each shuddered breath. Like air to flame, I’ll claim every inch, drawing heat from her skin until it sinks into her bones. Her pulse will race under my hands, her breaths shallow, pleading. Her eyes may scream, but her lips will still murmur my name. That first taste of fear will only feed something deeper—a need that burns through her veins, molten and fierce. And just when she’s too far gone to turn back, I’ll twist the knife, giving her the pain she’s learned to crave. She’ll be the moth to my flame, helpless against the very thing that will consume her.

Male MC| No-Harem| No Yuri| No Yaoi| No NTR A/N: Actually I wasn’t planning to give a full synopsis, but here it is... though I can't promise it'll be easy to explain without giving too much away. Some things are best discovered as you go, don’t you think? ____________________ ____________________ "You're a monster! How could you do this to her? Isn’t she your—" "Yes. She’s my wife. So, I’ll protect her however I want." Kael Ardent is the weakest adventurer in Velhart Town—timid, unremarkable, and scorned by all. At least, that’s what everyone believes. Beneath that fragile facade lies the most feared killer in the underworld, a man who strikes without hesitation, leaving no trace behind. A man who kills not for pleasure, nor coin, but for a purpose buried deep within his dark past. Seraphina Ardent, the kingdom’s strongest knight, is everything Kael pretends not to be—proud, noble, and bound to the unshakable laws of justice. As the captain of the Royal Knight Order, she has dedicated her life to eradicating criminals, never once straying from her path. But despite her strength, she is shackled to a cold, loveless marriage—one arranged by noble duty, binding her to a man she neither respects nor understands. By day, she scorns him. By night, she hunts the elusive assassin who stains the streets with blood. Unaware that the killer she so desperately seeks shares her bed. Kael enjoys pushing her buttons, taunting her with lazy smiles and harmless jests, never expecting the lines between amusement and something far more dangerous to blur. But when he realizes that unseen forces are moving against his wife—his duty shifts. Protecting Seraphina means continuing his life as a killer, eliminating threats before they reach her. Yet the inevitable looms ever closer. When Seraphina finally uncovers the truth—when she realizes that the man she swore to arrest is the same man she has unknowingly come to care for—what will she choose? Her unyielding duty… or the husband she was never meant to love? In a world where deception and justice collide, Kael and Seraphina must navigate a perilous path—facing enemies in the shadows and within their own hearts. But when swords are drawn and the final truth is laid bare, will love be enough to bridge the divide between an assassin’s sins and a knight’s unshakable oath? But one question remains: Can he save her? --- A/N: I'd be happy to get feedback as this is my first book. This will show that I actually have readers. Thanks. ____________________ ____________________ Update Schedule: Every Saturday 11:00 PM GMT (+6) 01:00 AM GMT (+8) (Sunday) Per Chapter Length: 1300-2000 words.

Sydney thought dating her longtime crush, Jason, was the start of her dream life—until a devastating family secret revealed he might be her half-brother. But if that’s true, why can’t she shake her feelings for him? Meanwhile, Tyra has uncovered a chilling truth about her adoptive parents: they murdered her biological family to steal her inheritance—and now they’ll do whatever it takes to silence her. She faces an impossible choice: hunt or be hunted. Bound by loyalty, haunted by dark secrets, and taunted by forbidden love, the two best friends are hurtling toward a truth that could shatter their lives. As their worlds collide, the choices they make could mean survival—or destruction—for them both.

Kaye Jin was an illustrator who was accidentally transported into the other world and trapped inside the Princess' body. When she realized that the original Princess was a bad person, she decided to change her image and became close to everyone to have a peaceful life in the empire while thinking of a way to return to her original world. Later, an assassin named Ryu comes and tells her that someone from the empire wants to kill her. Will she be able to survive in this empire and return to her world?

"Do you really not get it or you're just plain dumb? I said, we're married now, Mr Ricci. I'm not going anywhere and there's nothing you can do about it,"she spoke, a taunting smile on her face. He clenched his jaw, trying hard to not let his temper slip out of control. He leaned in close, a look of danger on his face but she didn't move. "You're serious about staying, aren't you?"something indescribable flickered in his eyes. "Three months,"he spoke, moving backwards. "Huh?"she frowned. "Three months is all it takes and you'll leave on your own,"he spoke confidently and she scoffed. "We'll see about that, Axolotl,"she jibed with a smirk. Life as a doctor was everything for Adele. Saving lives, helping in solving health related cases, was the perfect escape from reality she needed. Her slightly perfect life took a sudden twist the moment her foster mother forced down a proposal on her. She was to get married to someone she knew nothing about, in her elder sister's stead. She had to succumb in order to save her career. As unfair as it was, she had to bow to their proposal. But then, she somehow came to realize she knew the supposed guy she's supposed to marry. They met once, overseas, and had hated each other since first glance. How on earth would they cope? He wasn't aware about the sudden change of bride, would he still want her with him when he realizes it's the only girl he's ever hated?

I still think about the night the rigged poker site cleaned me out, $315,000 in Bitcoin gone in a blur of stacked decks and shadowy algorithms, I stared at my screen like a rivered gambler watching his last chip vanish. Online stakes had been my livelihood for years, a dance of calculated bluffs and icy nerves. But this? This was a digital heist, a cold siphon of funds into anonymous wallets. My confidence crumbled. I replayed the final hand in my mind, the AI opponent’s impossible straight flush, the frozen “Disconnected” message blinking like a taunt. For weeks, I spiraled: sweat-soaked nights, half-empty bourbon bottles, and a growing certainty that my poker career had flatlined. Then, a grizzled regular in a high-stakes forum IM'd me three words: Cyber Constable Intelligence. “They’ll call the site’s bluff,” he wrote. “Trust me.” I reached out, half-expecting another dead end. Instead, Cybers’ team responded with the focus of aces on the turn. They dissected the theft like forensic croupiers, explaining how the site had funneled my Bitcoin through a labyrinth of mixers, Tornado Cash, Chip Mixer layers of obfuscation designed to bury trails. “Think of it as tracking marked cards through a thousand shuffled decks,” their lead analyst said. Using blockchain forensics and custom scripts, they mapped the coins’ path across 14 wallets, each hop a breadcrumb in the darkness. Fifteen days later, the email arrived: “92% recovered. Initiating return.” I’d spent those weeks pacing my apartment, the air thick with stale coffee and paranoia, replaying their updates: “Tracing output to Wasabi Wallet cluster…” “Breaking Conjoin transactions—stand by.” My poker table sat idle, chips gathering dust, cards fanned out like relics of a past life. But when the balance hit my wallet, $289,800 glowing like a neon jackpot I nearly upended my desk. The next night, I logged back into a private game, my alias flashing in the lobby like a middle finger to fate. Cyber Constable Intelligence didn’t just reclaim my coins; they restored my edge. Their team operates like a ghost in the machine, outsmarting the house at its own game. Today, I play with a VPN-locked rig and a cold wallet even Fort Knox would envy. Every all-in, every check-raise, carries the quiet thrill of knowing I’ve got backup—digital pit bosses who’ll never let the deck stay stacked. If crypto thieves clean you out, don’t fold. Go all-in with Cyber Constable Intelligence. they’re the ultimate hole card, turning rigged games into righteous comebacks. Reach out to their Info below WhatsApp: 1 252378-7611 Website info; www.cyberconstableintelligence.com Email Info cyberconstable@coolsite.net

Taken. Bound. Claimed. Vesaria was a lady of the south, refined, educated, untouchable. Until the night the rogue Northmen came. Stolen from her home, dragged across a frozen, unforgiving land, she is forced to wed the warlord who led the raid. Khan Azgar, the Black Wolf. A beast of a man, feared even among his own kind. But Vesaria refuses to break. She fights, she resists, she runs. And yet, no matter how far she goes, he always brings her back—stronger, faster, hungrier than before. He welcomes her fight, watches her struggle with a knowing, infuriating smirk. Every act of defiance only seems to amuse him, every escape attempt only tightens his hold. "You can seethe all you want," he murmurs, his breath hot against her ear. "But you are my wife now. And whether it’s tomorrow, next week, or moons from now..." His grip tightens, his voice dark with promise. "We both know exactly where you’ll end up—under me, gasping for more." How long must she endure this before her uncle’s men come for her? If they come at all. If there’s anything left of her to save. But hatred burns close to passion. And the more she fights him, the more she feels the heat in his gaze, the possessive weight of his touch, the undeniable pull of something dangerous and forbidden. "You think I don’t see it?" he taunts, pressing her against the furs. "The way your body betrays you, little rabbit? You fight me with every breath, and yet, you shudder so sweetly at my touch." She is his prisoner. His bride. And if she isn’t careful, she won’t just belong to him—she’ll want to.

Rose stood defiantly, eyes locked onto his golden ones as she lifted the hem of her small top, exposing the smooth expanse of her stomach before peeling the fabric over her head. The red glittering bra shimmering under moonlight as if made for this very moment. She ignored the tremor of anticipation curling in her gut. None of that mattered. Not even the reckless haze of drugs clouding her thoughts. Tonight, she was in control. This was a mission. A mission to keep his attention solely on her so could save her friend from his curse. Her fingers hooked into the waistband of her shorts, her breath steadying when she saw him go rigid. Shoulders squared. Posture tensed. Not in fear. Not in disgust. But in something far sinister. His Interest. “Yes… feast your depraved little eyes and filthy mind on this,” she whispered, smirking as the shorts fell away, pooling at her ankles. The silky red thong clung to her hips, the moonlight accentuating every curve of her body. She flicked the discarded clothing aside, shifting her weight slightly as she let her nightly visitor drink in the sight of her naked glory. His posture no longer that of boredom. Good. That was exactly what she wanted. More like, what intoxicated, irrational Rose wanted. She twirled, giving him a deliberate view, rolling her hips just enough to torment. “Since you’ve made my life a living hell, I might as well return the favor.” She cast a wicked smile over her shoulder. “Consider this my gift to you—one you’ll never get to touch.” By the time she turned back, her stomach plummeted. He had moved. No longer a distant silhouette in the meadow—he now stood at the edge of her patio. Much closer and so much real. The thrill that had fueled her was fading slowly. Had she just made a mistake playing this game with her stalker? Swallowing hard, she lowered herself onto the chair, parting her bare legs wide and letting the wooden cross dangle before her barely covered cherry, in a taunt. A silent challenge. His fingers curled around the wooden rail, veins standing taut against the black ink of his tattoos. His chest rose and fell, controlled but heavier, as though restraining something barely contained beneath his skin. "Want a taste, my dear stalker?" Rose whispers She had him pinned. Or so she thought. Her shadowy visitor moves. Slow, deliberate steps leading closer. Panic slammed into her. No. Rose bolted upright, pressing the cross against the glass door separating them. “Stay back!” Her voice wavered a bit. “I swear, I’ll burn your stalking ass right where you stand!” He stilled. A beat of silence. Then— A low, quiet chuckle rumbled through the night air, reaching her ears like smoke. Deep and Dark. Her stomach twisted. The sound was foreign, yet eerily familiar. As if she had always known this was how he would sound. His hands rose in mock surrender, his hooded head tilting slightly, as if entertained by her little performance. Then, as effortlessly as he had closed the distance, he stepped back. Rose’s breath fastened. She was playing with fire, willingly, by provoking the one who comes out at night and remain in shadows. And he was enjoying it.   == In the embrace of her ancestral town, Rose seeks refuge from the echoes of her past. Little does she know, her return to her roots will awaken dormant shadows, shattering ordinary her existence. For when the darkness falls over the town, from the pitch black rises a shadowy figure that haunt her nights. In the darkness he sweeps her off the ground in terrible fear and the allure of sinister intrigue. And once the sun comes, a man with a god awful attitude, haunts her in the broad day light. Causing her to swell with pure disdain. With each passing night, it draws closer to Rose, casting a chilling spell that both terrifies and exhilarates her. Thrust into a labyrinth of mysteries can she navigate the treacherous path laid before her, or will her nightly visitor consume her whole?

Ashi Singh, she is a innocent kind hearted girl but smart she has a traumatic past and she was an orphan but a parent adopted her but they also died now, she lives with her grandma in a house her family is so toxic her uncle and aunt are only the one to kill her dad for property but blamed all the things to her only they always taunt her and also call her a born sin but she always tried to remain happy in the memory of her parents despite of having so much pain she always make the people happy around her but she always cries in dark .. Rudra mishra, he is a rich , ruthless men from which even death frightens he can kill anyone for his loved one's he is a cold hearted person he never shows care for any person except his own family he is always focused on his work living like a stone with no feelings he lost his most loved one's his younger sister (cousin) somehow he believes his father was the reason due to that he hates his father and after that he never even care about anyone .... .. Ashi a girl of innocence,Rudra a men of evil met through a business party and later became business partners they both felt like they met a part of eachother which was lost in this crucial world.. their love started,ended or completed but they both found out the peace , happiness,love,care ,pain , jealously, ........... Would their lovestory will be the moon in the stars ? ♥️♥️ I AM LOST IN YOUR LOVE YOU ARE MY DESTINY

Investigative journalist Ellie Harper returns to her fog-shrouded hometown of Haven’s Cove after her mother’s death, only to find the past clawing its way back: skeletal remains wash ashore, linked to her aunt’s unsolved 1985 disappearance. As Ellie digs into the cold case, she uncovers a secret society, The Mariner’s Circle, and a bloodstained heirloom that implicates the town’s most powerful figures—including her own family. But the killer, the Ferryman, is still active, taunting Ellie with riddles and corpses. Torn between exposing the truth and protecting those she loves, Ellie races against the rising tide to unravel a conspiracy rooted in betrayal, addiction, and ghosts of WWII. When the Ferryman’s identity shatters everything she knows, Ellie must decide whether justice is worth drowning for.

{WARNING: THIS BOOK IS HIGHLY SMUTTY} "Run, little bird." His voice is a whisper of sin and smoke, curling around my body like chains I cannot break. I should run. I should fight. But I don’t. Because he’s already caught me. A rough hand grips my throat, tilting my chin up—forcing me to meet his eyes. Red. Burning. Ravenous. "You can try to escape, little wife," he murmurs, his breath hot against my lips. "But we both know how this ends." I am his. Bound to the Devil. Trapped in his Hell. Luciel—King of the Underworld. Predator in human skin. A monster with a smile that undoes me, ruins me, devours me. Every whisper is a command. Every touch is a punishment. Every kiss is a slow death. And the worst part? I want more. His fingers trail down my spine, lower, lower—until I’m arching, trembling, drowning. "Look at you," he taunts, lips ghosting over my pulse. "So desperate for the monster you fear." I should hate him. I should fight harder. But then his lips brush my ear, and he chuckles—low, dark, merciless, making me give in to his darkhold. "Good girl."

Her name was Remi Sawyer, the youngest child of Chairman Grant, and the only person in the family who was yet to hold a significant title. Her father, Grant Sawyer, was the chairman soon to run for Mayor. Her mother, Ruth Sawyer owned a renowned beauty establishment. And both her elder siblings had equally respectable designations to their names. Remi, on the other hand, was a nurse with the simplest of routines. Often left behind or forgotten, Remi makes it her sole objective to make a difference, to finally matter in the eyes of her family. But her life takes a twisted turn when she meets Julian Moore, aka Jinx, famous in her field of work. Her presence in Remi's life is likened to a whirlwind— overwhelming, chaotic, uncertain, and re-evaluating. Hopefully, the love they have for each other is stronger than the past fighting against it. [][][]Credits to me on the book cover... LGBTQ newbie author... I think I might change this synopsis sooner to make it sound more engaging. Enjoy!

The clock ticked past midnight, each second echoing like a hammer in the hollow silence of the apartment. Rain lashed against the windows, the storm outside mirroring the tempest brewing in Emily’s chest. She sat rigid on the couch, her fingers digging into the upholstery, eyes fixed on the door. David’s keys jingled in the lock, his laughter—warm and carefree—seeping through the wood before he did. He stumbled in, tie askew, the sharp tang of bourbon on his breath. But it wasn’t the alcohol that made her stomach churn. It was the cloying sweetness of jasmine perfume clinging to his collar—a scent that didn’t belong to her. “Where have you been?” Emily’s voice trembled, though she’d rehearsed the question a hundred times in her head. David froze, his smile dissolving. “Work ran late. You know how it is.” “Work ends at six, David. It’s *midnight*.” She stood, her legs unsteady. “And since when do you wear lipstick to the office?” His hand flew to the smudge of crimson on his white sleeve—a shade too bold, too *alive* for the muted tones of their marriage. His face hardened. “You’re imagining things.” “Am I?” She stepped closer, the jasmine scent now suffocating. “Or is it *Jane* from accounting? The one who ‘just needs your help’ every time I call?” His laugh was a cold blade. “You’re paranoid. Always picking fights—” “Paranoid?” Her voice cracked. “You haven’t touched me in months! You come home smelling like *her*, lying to my face—” “Enough!” He slammed his fist on the table, a vase rattling. “I’m tired of your nagging! What do you even do all day? Sit here and wait to accuse me?” The words struck deeper than any slap. Emily’s breath hitched. “I gave up my career for you. For *us*—” “Us?” He sneered. “There *is* no ‘us.’ Just you, digging through my things like a desperate—” She didn’t see his hand move. The crack of his palm against her cheek split the air, her head snapping sideways. She stumbled, clutching the wall as the taste of copper bloomed on her tongue. David loomed over her, his eyes wild, foreign. “You… you pushed me to this,” he hissed, grabbing his coat. “Clean yourself up. You’re pathetic.” The door slammed. Emily slid to the floor, tears mingling with the blood on her lip. Outside, thunder roared. But beneath the pain, a spark ignited—a flicker of defiance. Her gaze landed on the shattered vase, its jagged pieces glinting in the lamplight. *Pathetic.* The word echoed, twisting into a vow. She would rise. Not for him. Not for “us.” But to make him regret the day he underestimated the woman he’d reduced to ashes. -**Chapter One: The Scent of Betrayal (Continued)** The air hung thick with venom. David’s chest heaved, his earlier bravado fraying at the edges. Emily wiped her bleeding lip with the back of her hand, her eyes blazing. “You think Jane *wants* you?” she spat, her voice a razor. “Or does she just pity the man who needs to steal confidence from a bottle and affairs to feel alive?” David’s jaw twitched. “Shut up.” “Why? Because it’s true?” She laughed, cold and sharp. “You’re a cliché, David. A middle-aged fraud in a tailored suit. Even your *precious* promotion—did you earn it, or did you cry your way into it like you did when your father called you a disappointment?” He lunged forward, but she sidestepped, her words relentless. “Jane must be desperate. Or blind. Tell me, does she know you couldn’t even—” “I said *shut up*!” he roared, his composure crumbling. “Couldn’t even *what*?” she taunted, stepping closer. “Finish a sentence? A marriage? Or is that why you’re so bad in—” The slap exploded like a gunshot. Emily’s head whipped sideways, her body crumpling to the floor. The world blurred—a kaleidoscope of shattered glass and spinning shadows. Her cheek burned, but worse was the silence that followed, broken only by her shaky breaths.

Michael, an ordinary and average guy, suddenly finds himself in a dangerous fantasy cultivation world after being randomly chosen in a multiversal lottery. Armed with a wish system that may taunt him some times, grants him one wish every week, Michael has to survive in this harsh world of cultivators, monsters, and mysterious powers. However, the system has strict rules—he can’t wish for direct power. However average Michael was, he loved his family on Earth and that's why his main goal is to return to Earth. To do that, he must climb to the highest realm of cultivation, all while avoiding greedy enemies and dangerous beasts. With each wish, Michael gets closer to his goal, but the challenges only grow tougher as the world around him becomes more dangerous.