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A CROWN FOR TWO - A Harrington Family Novel - - Jamie's Story - In a kingdom where duty reigns and love is a luxury, Princess Helena has spent her life preparing for the crown-but not for the man who might steal her heart. As her coronation nears, Helena must prove she can rule without distraction. But when a scandal forces her into close company with Viscount Jamie Harrington-a sharp-tongued noble with five wild siblings, a wounded heart, and no intention of marrying-sparks fly faster than court whispers. He is chaos, she is control. He wants freedom, she was born in a cage. But when politics, secrets, and betrayal threaten the crown itself, Helena and Jamie must choose between what's expected... and what their hearts truly desire. Let the gossip begin. Let the games unravel. Because sometimes the throne isn't the most dangerous place to fall- love is.

All she wanted was to save her brother. And all he wanted was a child. He bought her, bound to a contract to give him a child and disappear from his life afterwards, but what hit her like a storm was love... falling for the masked monster who bought her body. Andrew Sterling hated greedy women, and every woman he'd contracted to bear his child, heir to the Sterling Enterprises, had been just that. When Anne, his third contracted surrogate, showed up, he saw her as the very same type of woman until she peeled open his stone-cold heart. What ties them next isn't just a baby contract, but an unexpected marriage formulated by Andrew's grandfather. But a man who has always despised marriage will never be tied down, not even by his contracted surrogate, because the minute she gave him the child he needed, he would send her out of his life. But when the tables turn on him... He says to her, "With a husband as rich as me, right now you're the wealthiest woman alive." "We're only married till I give birth," she retorted. He frowns at that, feeling internally displeased. "It doesn't matter how long we're married for. From now on, everything I own is yours. If you want heaven and earth, I'll buy it for you. My wife will never be found lacking a single fucking thing." She stared at him in disbelief. When did he start feeling something for her? He couldn't remember.

Everything in existence sings, the whisper of wind, the pulse of steel, the hum of the unseen. Reborn into a world of cultivation, Cai Feiyin awakens with a gift unlike any other, the ability to perceive the oscillations of all things. To him, the world is a song waiting to be understood, shaped, and mastered. But in a realm where power is forged through blood and will, those who hear too much may uncover truths never meant to be known. And some songs, once played, can never be silenced. *** I plan to write this story to completion, and based on what I have in mind, it will span at least 1,000 chapters. The first 20 to 30 chapters will be a bit slower-paced (more of a slice-of-life) to establish the foundation of his childhood, but once the story picks up, it won’t be slowing down. What to expect: A grand, dark immersive cultivation world with a mix of both eastern and western influence, that is gradually unfolded as the story progress (with eventual mythologies involved) A calm, intelligent protagonist with the ability to perceive the oscillations around him A unique cultivation system with my personal blend of Xianxia and eastern/western fantasy A weak to strong, to strongest MC (OP) Alchemist MC (with clear progression, involving both pills and artefacts, eventually leading to Runes) Fully fleshed-out characters, with their own life and dreams Eventual kingdom-building

Liana, a bright and determined young woman, accepts a job as a maid in the home of Cassian Vale — a cold, commanding CEO with a reputation for being untouchable. But behind his sharp suits and stern gaze lies a man battling inner demons… and a growing desire he can’t explain. As their worlds collide, stolen glances turn into undeniable chemistry. What begins as innocent

Alpha Kieran Never Took the Same Woman Twice... Until Her! Exiled. Betrayed. Broken. Autumn knew love was a luxury,a blunt lie...until the most ruthless Alpha in the realm claimed her as his mate… only to publicly reject and humiliate her before his entire pack. But when the moon rises, his hands tell a different story. Night after night, he drags her into his bed, his teeth grazing her throat as he growls: "You are my property, little thief.Never forget that!" Secrets lurk beneath his cruelty. Lies poison their bond. And when Autumn discovers her long dead sister is alive...and wearing Kieran’s mark.. she will have to choose - Trust fate, trust the Moon Goddess who never favoured her. Or trust her guts! [ Disclaimer : There might be scenes that resemble or are near r*pe scenes. But definitely not in the exemplary way. They are there for a reason in the story. It reflects some reality of the brutal world they live in. It unfolds as we move ahead. If it bothers you, please stay away. And please keep in mind, this is a story about a kickass female lead, despite all her suffering, she still kicks balls. So if you want someone whimpering, shy submissive...stay away from the book. One more thing to keep in mind is the fact that Alpha Kieran isn't our typical 'hero' material. He has a disturbing past, is morally gray sometimes, takes rash decisions... And is severely flawed... But definitely this creates a massive scope for growth and character arch ( you are free to hate him but give him a chance to tell his story as he lives through the highs and the lows) . PS : This book will gradually introduce you to other supernatural creatures and lores that might not be typically connected to werewolf books. Though the story primarily follows a single love story, it is plot driven. Which means you will be introduced to several supporting characters on the way. So keep an open mind and try to immerse yourself in the experience. ( keep a look out for bonus side stories too ) Now, if you are ready...grab your seat belts and lets go on a ride. #HappyReading everyone

My lips were tightly shut. My expression—blank. As if I didn’t understand the meaning behind his gaze, now sharper than ever. His fingers traced slowly along my jawline. The motion was calm. Measured. Too careful to be called affectionate. “So naive,” he whispered, barely audible. “Your breath... unchanged. Even your heartbeat is steady.” He leaned in. His lips brushed the skin beneath my ear—warm, but not seductive. A mere distraction. “These eyes... don’t lie. But they’re not completely honest either, are they?” His left hand slid to my back, tracing down my shoulder blades, then lower—to my waist. And stopped. Still. As if checking something. “Do you realize...” he continued, his voice soft yet piercing, “...of all the people who’ve seen my darkest side... you’re the only one who didn’t run.” I stayed silent. Just blinked once more, then gave a faint smile. “And why would I run?” My voice was light. Playful. I even let out a small laugh, more like a sigh. He didn’t laugh back. His gaze remained deep. His hand still touched my cheek—cold, scented with metal and leather. And then I... ...smiled. Genuinely. I leaned up slightly, raised his face gently with both hands, and kissed his cheek. The kiss left no mark, just a soft sound: chu — sweet, innocent. Almost like a child trying to show love. “Oh! You must be tired,” I said lightly. “I only made fish soup tonight, but the cuts are... kind of a mess.” I tugged gently at the hem of his shirt—playful, affectionate. Pulling him to hover directly over me. I slowly lay back on the bed, though my feet still touched the floor. My gaze never left him—looking up from the most vulnerable position. “But don’t ask why the cuts turned out so ugly,” I added with a small giggle. “Because earlier, the knife—” “The knife?” He interrupted. Flat voice. I nodded slowly, my eyes still bright. “Yeah, it’s so heavy! Where did you even buy it? Sharp, scary... but cool. Like... the kind used by a serial killer! Hehe~” For a few seconds, his expression shifted. Not angry. Not bothered. But... something changed. As if his mind had just collided with a memory that should’ve stayed locked away. Then, still calm, he said: “Don’t use that knife again. You could get hurt.” His fingers slipped into my hair—gentle, yet cold. “Tomorrow, I’ll give you a new one. Something that suits your hands better.” Then his lips lowered again. To my neck. At first, it tickled. But it quickly turned into something deeper than clumsy affection. Our breathing grew uneven. His body pressed heavily over mine, making the bed creak with every move.

Bibirku terkatup rapat. Ekspresiku bersih. Seolah tak tahu arti sorot matanya yang kini lebih tajam dari sebelumnya. Jari-jarinya mengusap pelan sepanjang rahangku. Gerakannya tenang. Terukur. Terlalu hati-hati untuk disebut sayang. “Lugu sekali,” bisiknya nyaris tanpa suara. “Nafasmu... tidak berubah. Detak jantungmu pun stabil.” Ia menunduk. Bibirnya menyentuh kulit di bawah telingaku. Hangat. Tapi tidak menggoda. Hanya pengalihan. “Mata ini... tak berbohong. Tapi mereka juga... tidak sepenuhnya jujur, kan?” Tangan kirinya bergerak ke punggungku. Menelusuri tulang belikat, lalu turun pelan ke pinggang—dan berhenti. Ia diam di sana. Seperti sedang memastikan sesuatu. “Apakah kamu tahu...” lanjutnya, suaranya melembut namun menggigit, “...dari semua orang yang pernah melihat sisi gelapku... hanya kamu yang tidak lari.” Aku masih diam. Hanya berkedip sekali lagi. Lalu tersenyum tipis. “Memangnya kenapa aku harus lari?” Suaraku ringan. Seperti bercanda. Dan aku menambahkan tawa kecil yang nyaris seperti embusan napas. Ia tidak tertawa balik. Tatapannya masih dalam. Tangannya tetap menyentuh pipiku—dingin, beraroma logam dan kulit. Lalu aku... ...tersenyum. Tulus. Aku bangkit sedikit dari duduk, mengangkat wajahnya pelan dengan kedua tangan, lalu mencium pipinya. Ciuman itu tak meninggalkan bekas, hanya suara kecil: chu — terdengar manis, polos. Hampir seperti anak kecil yang ingin menunjukkan kasih sayang. “Oh! Kamu pasti lelah?” ucapku ringan. “Malam ini aku cuma buat sup ikan, yang potongannya... agak kacau.” Tanganku menarik ujung bajunya. Pelan. Manja. Membawanya agar berada tepat di atasku. Aku merebahkan tubuhku perlahan ke kasur, tapi kaki masih menapak lantai. Pandanganku tak lepas darinya—melihat dari bawah, dari posisi paling rapuh. “Tapi jangan tanya kenapa potongannya jelek banget…” lanjutku sambil terkikik kecil. “Soalnya tadi pisaunya—” “Pisaunya?” Ia memotong. Suaranya datar. Aku mengangguk pelan. Mataku masih cerah. “Iya, pisaunya berat banget! Kamu beli dari mana, sih? Tajam, serem, tapi keren. Kayak... pisau yang dipakai pembunuh berantai! Hihi~” Beberapa detik, ekspresinya berubah. Bukan marah. Bukan terganggu. Tapi... ada sesuatu di sana. Seolah pikirannya baru saja menabrak kenangan yang seharusnya terkunci rapat. Lalu dengan nada tetap tenang, ia berkata: “Jangan pakai pisau itu lagi. Kau bisa saja terluka.” Jarinya menyusup ke rambutku, lembut tapi dingin. “Besok aku akan memberimu yang lain. Yang lebih... cocok untuk tanganmu.” Lalu bibirnya kembali turun. Ke leherku. Awalnya terasa geli. Tapi cepat berubah menjadi sesuatu yang lebih dalam dari sekadar sentuhan canggung. Nafas kami mulai tak beraturan. Tubuhnya berat di atas tubuhku, membuat ranjang berderit setiap kali ia bergerak. —Novel ini juga tersedia dalam terjemahan bahasa Inggris dengan judul yang sama.

First premise: This is my first web novel, I'm still in school, so don't shoot me with criticism. Everything is still in development and some days I won't be able to write due to exams or other things. Second: I apologize if there are grammatical errors in English as I am not British enough. Third: Enjoy the story.

Genre: Slice of Life • Tragedy • Emotional Adventure • Mystery • Light Sci-Fi • Shounen Ai elements Tone: Bittersweet • Reflective • Quietly Magical In a future where cities float and the sky glows, humanity has lost touch with deep emotions, and one boy wanders alone—but he's not human. Maron is a spirit, a youthful soul in human form on a mission to explore the world, uncover hidden stories, and revive what has been forgotten. While no one realizes his true nature, his companion Eui, a playful talking spirit, guides and documents their journey. Each chapter reveals a new place, person, and memory buried in silence. Some memories inspire wonder, others bring pain, and some compel him to stay, but Maron must continue. He was never meant to belong in a world filled with both human and alien monsters, and his own story remains locked away, waiting to be rediscovered.

he's drowning, everyday... maybe dying, he doesn't even know himself but doesn't even want to change it. When yet another unpleasant sliver of reality reveals itself, there’s only one person left by his side. The one who, for ten long years, has accompanied him in silence. But what happens when one of them no longer wants to run—and the other no longer wants to stay silent? for the both of them... that's where the change begins.

Leo yanked open the door to his cramped, moldy bathroom, needing to pee in the middle of the night. But instead of a leaky faucet and a cracked toilet, he found himself staring into a vast, sun-drenched forest full of impossible colors and towering, alien trees. "What the fuck," he whispered to the silent, beautiful wilderness. "Now what? Should I... should I pee here?"

Elia wakes up every night in a silent town where time seems frozen. No people, no sounds just the same house across the street and a scream that breaks the quiet at exactly 3:33 a.m That scream belongs to her past a memory she’s tried to bury but can’t escape. Now, for the first time in years, the door to that house is open To move forward, Elia must face the darkness she’s spent a lifetime running from. But some doors, once opened, don’t close easily

What defines you? Your memories? Your choices? Your ideals? Or something deeper, something beyond your control? James had a dream—an identity, an ego so unyielding he would do anything to accomplish it. Then he died. The ego, something he had so desperately clung to, should have vanished into the void. Except it didn’t. Now, James exists as Zeliot Valoria, one of the sons of Indra’s ruling duke. A boy born into privilege and suffocated by expectations. Yet, the memories of James’s ambitions, his choices, and his failures remain as vivid as ever. What once drove him forward as a man now leaves him untethered in a world of political games, fragile alliances, and secrets buried beneath centuries of power. Caught between two selves, Zeliot must ask: How much of James should he hold onto? And how much of Zeliot will he allow himself to become? As conspiracies unravel around him and the very ideals he once lived and died for are tested, Zeliot is forced to decide if those beliefs were ever truly his—or just the remnants of a life already lost. In Espersia: Requiem for a Revolutionary, identity and ideals collide in a story of ambition, loyalty, and the cost of defining yourself in a world determined to do it for you.

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All her life, Aria thought she was just an omega. Born into shadows, raised to obey, destined to mate with someone equally unseen. Until the day she turned eighteen—and all three sons of the Alpha claimed her as their fated mate. Now, torn between triplets who rule the pack and a truth buried deep within her blood, Aria must navigate love, betrayal, and a power she never asked for. But secrets don’t stay hidden for long, and when war threatens to break their world, Aria will face the ultimate choice. The wrong mate will cost her everything. The right one may awaken a destiny that could change the fate of werewolves forever. One girl. Three mates. One forgotten goddess.

In a world where strength determines worth, Jin—once branded a villain and betrayed by those he called friends—meets his end with a blade through the heart. But death is not the end. Waking ten years in the past, Jin finds himself in the body of Rael Drayce, the academy’s weakest and most ridiculed student. With no skills, no allies, and the face of a child long forgotten, Jin resolves to live differently this time—not to conquer, not to rule—but to find peace. Yet peace, like power, comes at a price. In a place where survival means standing above the rest, can a man who desires nothing still escape the gravity of greatness?

"Till death do us part." ****** On the day of her wedding, Rose's world is shattered, when her groom and best friend are gunned down before her eyes. Barely escaping with her life, thanks to her fiancé’s loyal bodyguards, Rose vanishes from the city, broken and grieving. When she returns three years later, she makes a choice. No more lavish mansions, no more family fortune. No last name either, and nothing to lose. Just a quiet life far from the ghosts of her past. Working as a waitress in an elite club, she keeps her head down. Until one night, she spills a drink on the wrong man. Damien Pierce is the ruthless CEO of Pierce Group by day, and the feared king of the underworld by night. Emotions are a weakness he had never let loose… until a defiant waitress with wine-stained hands and flames in her eyes turns his world upside down. She dares to spill a drink on him. She dares to talk back. And worst of all, she makes him feel. Intrigued, but feigns anger, Damien makes her his personal waitress. And each night, he comes back. Not for the drink, but for the storm in her eyes. And still yet, never letting her get too close... until another man boldly kneels before her, asking her to be his. That's when Damien breaks his own rules. In one reckless moment, he drags her out of the bar, claiming what he’s tried so hard to deny. She was never meant to be his. But now that she has caught his attention… He won’t let her go. The following morning, Rose is holding her marriage certificate in her hands, wondering how she had gotten herself in such a situation. She doesn't remember saying yes but the name 'Damien Pierce' and 'Rose'... 'Rose Pierce!' are a proof she's now someone's wife. ***** “You think you can walk away?” His voice was a dangerous whisper, close enough to burn. “Walking is too slow, I'll run... away from your madness.” She met his gaze, steady, but her heart was a hurricane. “You don’t get to decide.” He stepped in, stealing the space between them. “Not anymore.” Her breath hitched. “Then what... are you going to claim me? Like some prize?” He laughed darkly, maniacally and threateningly. “No. I’m going to make you want me. Make you need me. Until you can’t remember why you ever tried to leave.” Her hands trembled, but she didn’t pull away. “And if I fight?” His eyes blazed. “Then I’ll break you. Piece by piece. Because you belong to me.” She swallowed the fire threatening to spill out. “I’m not yours.” “Not yet.” His lips brushed her ear. “But soon enough, you will be.” ****** Rose: "I ran from death. And he gave me a new name–his." Damien: "She was never mine to take. So I claimed her by force."

Sometimes, Gods walk among us. We just don't notice because we aren't capable of perceiving them as they are. However, when one such Goddess realizes that She is unable to remember who She is supposed to be, history starts to change forever. Join our unnamed Goddess as She travels around our world, meeting with strange Gods and even stranger mortals as She searches for the truth of who She is.

Jean wakes up in a vast, endless field surrounded by strangers—none of them know how they got there, and no matter where they go, they always end up back at the black door in the center. The door leads to a series of deadly trials, each one more twisted than the last. With every challenge he overcomes, Jean grows stronger—but the power he gains begins to strip away his emotions, memories, and humanity. Trapped in a world where survival demands sacrifice, Jean must decide how much of himself he's willing to lose to escape. Jean's cursed to evolve like a monster but loses his humanity with each fight.

“Love me for a year and when it is all over, you are free to go” Her words, not his. Her words. So why did it feel like her whole world was crashing as the year neared its end? Olivia Baker’s world ended when her fiance cheated on her with her best friend or was it when she found out the man she loved was only using her to get her father’s company? Was it even crazier that she loved him still?

*I just wanted to run a café... not fight monsters in dungeons...* An office worker quits her job and opens a café, but things take an unexpected turn when there turns out to be a dungeon underneath it! Or when she awakens. Or somehow survives an S-rank dungeon. Despite awakening, she's still set on opening her café and running it peacefully. But why does she keep getting dragged into these tragedies?! And why are the S-rankers suddenly so interested in her?!

Check out my other books In a world plagued by the relentless scourge of the undead and ferocious mutant creatures, one man finds himself at the heart of an extraordinary culinary adventure. Meet Xiao Feng, an ordinary chef who, by a twist of fate, awakens in a city overrun by zombies and bizarre mutants. Yet, amidst the chaos and devastation, he discovers a remarkable gift – the power of Culinary Mastery. Xiao Feng's restaurant, "Great Potential," becomes an oasis of safety in a city teeming with danger. Its mysterious defenses not only keep the undead hordes at bay but also shield it from the most devastating of calamities. Armed with a unique set of culinary skills, Xiao Feng embarks on a journey of survival, innovation, and flavor in a world where the distinction between life and death has blurred. As Xiao Feng ventures out into the treacherous streets of the fallen city, he encounters both the undead and living survivors, each with their own unique abilities and stories. His culinary creations not only fill empty stomachs but offer incredible attributes and power-ups to those who partake. But the challenges are enormous, and some encounters prove that not all monsters are mindless. With a growing menu of mutant ingredients and an expanding array of skills, Xiao Feng must navigate a treacherous path of survival while unlocking the secrets of his newfound abilities. He strives to complete missions issued by a mysterious system and unlock the full potential of his culinary prowess. "Doomsday, Let's Open a Restaurant" is a tale of resilience, creativity, and culinary artistry set against a backdrop of horror and uncertainty. Join Xiao Feng as he turns the art of cooking into a lifeline, serving hope on a plate and defying the apocalypse one dish at a time. Will his unique culinary skills be enough to survive in this nightmarish world?

> She shot him to save herself. He lived to ruin her. Now the man Annika once loved is hunting her across a trail of blood and saltwater. Revenge is simple. Love was always the complicated part.

A guy with a cure. And the reason why it doesent exist.