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Hermione Must Obey

Bound to the vampire I must kill

She was never supposed to love him, he was the one person she despised, but for how long could she deny the flutter and Sparks he made her feel. ******* She is an assassin, the princess of the witches, sent to marry the Vampire King with one purpose—to kill him and secure her clan’s victory in a war that has raged for centuries. He is Rhydian, the brooding king burdened by his father’s bloody legacy, forced into the alliance to protect his people from the looming Dragon Empire. Rhydian distrusts the witches, while Seraphina resents the vampires, but neither is prepared for what fate has in stall. As they face palace intrigues, ancient prophecies, and brewing rebellion, their indifference begins to shift into something neither expected—love, an emotion they both try to deny, but is impossible to ignore. I won't call this an enemies to lovers because she is the only one who hates him, also...this will contain R18 scenes, I'll always highlight that on every chapter so you can skip if you want. A/N: I hope you all will stick with me till the end, feel free to check out my other book, I'm in love with a grim reaper, you might like it, I hope you do. Excerpt; Her fingers brushed against his forehead before he could react, her warm palms cupping both sides of his face as she studied him intently. His breath hitched at the sudden intimacy, his heart giving an involuntary stutter. What the hell was she doing? His gaze traced over her face, mapping every detail—the sharp glint of her violet eyes, the delicate curve of her nose, and her lips... God, her lips. Plump, red, slightly parted as she assessed him. He wanted to taste them again, to claim them fully. "Your fever seems to be coming down," she murmured, tilting her head slightly. "My blood really did the trick, I see..." His jaw clenched. Did she have to check his temperature this way? There were plenty of other ways to do it—ones that didn't involve tempting him with that mesmerizing face of hers. She started to pull her hands away, but before she could, he caught her wrist, stopping her. She looked up at him, startled. "If you wanted to check my temperature, you could've done so in a simpler way," he said, his lips curving into a playful grin. He tugged her closer, his grip firm but gentle. "Are you trying to seduce me, Purple?" Her heartbeat stuttered against his chest. He could hear it. Feel it. Then, to his surprise, she didn't pull away. Instead, a slow, wicked smile spread across her lips. She leaned in, her body pressing against his just enough to make his muscles tense. "What if I am?" she whispered, deliberately biting her bottom lip. Rhydian's breath caught. The last of his control snapped. "You asked for it," he growled. In the next second, he crashed his lips against hers. The kiss was deep, desperate, consuming. His hand tangled in her hair, tilting her head to deepen the angle as his tongue swept into her mouth, claiming her fully. She responded instantly, matching his hunger with equal fervor. She wasn't perfect at kissing yet—he could tell she was still learning—but she made up for it with pure intensity, and damn if it didn't make his blood boil. His other arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her flush against him as his lips moved against hers with feverish need. His tongue tangled with hers, teasing, tasting, drinking her in as if she were the only thing that could satiate him. He bit down softly, drawing a gasp from her, and that little sound sent a violent pulse of arousal straight through him. He was already rock hard, aching with need. He hadn't touched a woman since the marriage arrangement was made. Maybe that was why he was losing control so easily. Or maybe it was just her. Maybe it had always been her.
ELF_QUEEN · 45.6K Views

Breathless Blade wielder and divine village chief

In the far reaches of the world, past the scorched ridges and withered bones of civilization, lies Grainshell Hollow, a forgotten village in the Desolate Zone—so far removed from cultivation’s reach that even the wind carries no spirit. Here, life is quiet and brutal. Survival is earned, not promised. Among the drifting ashes and dying roots, a boy is born—small, observant, and eerily silent. His name, like his future, is not remembered by the heavens. One dusk, drawn by an unnatural silence and a flicker of something wrong, he discovers an ancient relic buried beneath the village shrine—a fractured, half-buried fang of something too old to name. It breathes when he touches it. Whispers crawl into his ears. From that moment on, his dreams rot and bleed with visions of storms that devour stars, gods kneeling in smoke, and swords that cry. The villagers begin to vanish. Animals flee before unseen tremors. The sky grows heavy with flickers that move against the sun. The thing in the relic is awakening—so is something older, deeper, watching through the bones of the land. Without cultivation manuals, without sects, without divine bloodlines, the boy must piece together his own path—through instinct, memory, and the broken remnants of a world that abandoned his people. He carves power from stone, learns to move with silence, to cut with weight, and to channel the relic’s breath into his limbs. Every gain costs something—sanity, warmth, connection—but he endures. As the world spirals toward what the old hunters call the Chaos Stage, a time when even gods bleed and stars fall like rain, the boy refuses to run. Instead, he chooses to rebuild—his home, his people, and the land itself. With relic-forged instincts and a blade that does not obey natural law, he leads the remnants of Grainshell against nameless forces that devour truth and corrupt breath. But even as he grows, questions remain. What is the relic truly? Why was it hidden in a place no cultivator remembers? And why do the dead bow to him, even when he has no cultivation name? To survive is not enough. To fight is not enough. He must raise a village that can stand among gods—and spit in their storms. And in the end… how do people call themselves swordsmen, if they do not yield a living, breathing sword?
sunhell · 489 Views

The Villains Must Win

I’m a proud NEET who’s devoured every romance novel, manga, webtoon, and otome game out there. Just when I thought I’d conquered it all, a black bunny appeared in my dream. “Congrats! You’ve been chosen to help villains win across multiple worlds!” “Like a game?” “Uh . . . sure.” “Great, I’m in!” And just like that, I became an agent of the Villain System. Time to rewrite some happily-ever-afters—villain style. **[NOTE!]** This novel features multiple short arcs, each exploring different tropes such as ancient China, the modern world, beasts, werewolves, vampires, fantasy, school romance, idol groups—you name it! The twist? Each arc focuses on our MC making the villain (male) triumph over the male and female leads. The story is written primarily in 2nd and 3rd person POV for a dynamic and immersive experience. || Excerpt || [WARNING! MATURE Content Ahead!] “Then serve me . . . properly.” The command was both sensual and authoritative, and Xue Li’s pulse quickened under his intense gaze. The air between them grew heavy, her trembling hands faltering as she began to run the sponge across his chest, her touch featherlight against his scars. “Y-yes your majesty.” Han Feng leaned back slightly, watching her through half-lidded eyes, his expression unreadable. “Slower,” he murmured, his voice a low rumble that made her pulse skip. “You’re trembling,” he said, his voice velvet smooth, making her flinch. “I-It’s the steam, Your Majesty,” she stammered, though she knew it was a poor excuse. Han Feng chuckled softly, the sound deep and rich. “Hmm . . . Is that so? Then you have no problem cleaning my cock right?” Xue Li's eyes trembled, on the verge of tears, which seemed to please Han Feng. His smile grew wider as he urged her on. "Go on. You're going to serve me properly, aren't you?"
MiuNovels · 187.8K Views

"The Chains of The Heart"

In a world where power dynamics between Alphas, Betas, and Omegas dictate status and relationships, Rion an orphaned Omega, is desperate to save his younger brother Leon, who lies in a coma. Struggling to gather the funds for Leon's life-saving surgery, Rion strikes a deal with Jeakyung, a cold and dominant Alpha from an influential family. The deal comes with three unbreakable conditions: Rion belongs to Jeakyung, he must obey his every command, and-above all-he is forbidden from falling in love. Jeakyung harbors a deep disdain for Omegas for some reason. However, as their physical encounters intensify, so do the unspoken emotions between them. Despite the boundaries that were set, both Rion and Jeakyung find themselves drawn to one another in ways neither expected. Rion struggles with his growing feelings, hoping that Jeakyung might one day see him as someone beyond their deal . Meanwhile, Jeakyung is confronted by his own fears and past traumas that have shaped his view of love and trust. As tensions rise, secrets unravel, and outside threats loom, Rion and Jeakyung must navigate a complex web of power, desire, and forbidden emotion. Can love bloom in a world that has conditioned them to believe it doesn't exist? Or will the rules they created become the very thing that tears them apart? There also many other characters in this story who navigate their own journey. This is a story of vulnerability, crime, resilience, and the undeniable pull of the heart-no matter how broken or guarded it may be.
Anastasia2025 · 5.2K Views
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