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Melissa, a daughter of a multi billionaire, disguised herself as a poor woman and married Evans Reynolds, a wealthy business man on an agreement that when ever his late mentor's daughter Cathy Hudson needed blood, Melissa would be available. However, Evans used to send money to her, whenever she donates blood. making it look like a transaction. Melissa hoped that one-day, may be, Evans would learn to love and care for her, like she does. But that didn't happen. while at home, Maria, Evans mother and sister, Ann Reynolds seized any opportunity to belittle Melissa, often reminding her of her 'unknown background.' She was the perfect target, a trophy wife whose worth was measured solely by her ability to serve their needs. But one day, she decided to take her own life, she committed sucide when she saw a harsh message and photo sent by Cathy Hudson. However, luck was on her side , when she met a time keeper, who gave her a second chance to live again . She divorced Evans Reynolds, and become a successor of a mult billion campanies,ready to give a payback to those who mocked and mistreated her. And when asked on an interview, why she divorced Evans Reynolds. "I have a multi-billion wealth to success,” she declared during a press conference “Was my wealth not enough for you?” Evans sneered, stepping into the gathering from behind. Join me as we dive into a twisted romance; batrayal, passion, deception and power.

In a universe where quantum powers shape reality, Albert Jr. Faustin stands rich but restless. He’s the son of a billionaire, surrounded by wealth, yet hollow inside. His mother’s assassination left him scarred, drowning in a life that feels meaningless. Then he finds a fated sword—an ancient relic tied to his bloodline, pulsing with mystery. It whispers of destiny, but Albert questions it. Does he control his path, or is something bigger pulling the strings?He rejects fate and sets out to prove himself. His journey takes him from elite academies to the far reaches of the cosmos. He trains hard, mastering the sword and quantum forces. Enemies hunt him down, eager to steal his power, while dark secrets unravel around him. Every challenge tests him—doubt gnaws at his mind, battles push his limits, and his family’s legacy weighs heavy. Still, he presses on, fueled by grit and a burning need to break free.Albert transforms through the struggle. Once a lost heir, he rises into a force no one can ignore. He turns his pain into strength, defying the destiny others carved for him. In the end, he conquers his foes and claims his own future. His victories echo across the stars, a testament to a man who fought the odds and won.

In the shadows of a world unraveling, she drew her last breath in the fifth year of the apocalypse. Yet, fate had other plans. As she opened her eyes, time bent, and she found herself transported back to two fateful months before the end of everything she knew. With the enigmatic Boss Lady System by her side, Tyla sensed the weight of destiny pressing down upon her. How would she navigate the looming darkness and the secrets yet to unfold? Meanwhile, deep in the stillness of the night, he awoke at 2 a.m., drenched in sweat, haunted by an ethereal figure—a faceless woman who prowled the depths of his nightmares. Each pulse of anguish echoed with a promise of vengeance. He could not rest until she was found; the blade he once gifted her now a curse that bound them together. As shadows whispered around him, he vowed she would pay for the betrayal that plunged him into this relentless quest.

Kyle Blade, the youngest Demon Hunter of the Golden Continent, was renowned as the nemesis of demons, and a protector of humanity. However, he was thrust onto a different path after being betrayed by the very humans he had sworn to defend. Resurrected from death, Kyle vowed to exact his revenge, and uncover the truth behind the age-old blood feud between demons and humans, the death of his family, and ultimately, bring everything to an end. Fully aware that his new path would draw the wrath of the humans, Elves and demons, Kyle pressed onward. For him, nothing was more important than his revenge... He will do whatever it takes, and watch the three huge kingdoms crumble before him. * * * I don't have much to say here, just... Check it out, maybe 10 chapters, and then decide. You can check out my other books: _ Solo leveling: I am the Only Supreme With the cheating system. _ Reborn with the all seeing eyes _ Return of the Supreme Beast tamer. _ Thanks for checking it out!

Title: "The Forgotten Heiress: Rules of Rebirth" When Sang Ning blinked awake in a rural farmhouse, the 21st century gained its most anachronistic socialite. The former crown jewel of Ming Dynasty aristocracy—trained from birth to command households and outmaneuver concubines—now found herself reborn as Nan Group's long-lost heiress. Her "sister"? A champagne-drenched fraud waving a Stanford diploma. "Your honors thesis plagiarizes 14th-century embroidery manuals," Sang Ning remarked over afternoon tea, her hanfu sleeves fluttering like war banners. The Nans soon learned bloodlines matter: This "peasant girl" restored ancestral shrines in a week, turned board meetings into imperial courts, and made their five-star chefs kneel when serving shark fin soup. Meanwhile, Beijing's most notorious heir was breaking his own rules. Jason He, whose Lamborghini collisions made tabloid gold, found himself obsessed with teaching modern customs to the time-traveling noblewoman: "Handshakes require... seven seconds of eye contact." His thumb stroked her pulse point. "Corporate dinners mandate... partner dancing." His grip slid lower at the waltz's crescendo. When she pressed a jade hairpin to his throat after an attempted goodnight kiss, the billionaire playboy grinned through bleeding lips: "Careful, princess. In this era, drawing blood means signing marriage contracts." In a world of silicon valley and silicon fillers, a queen from China's golden age is rewriting the rules of power—and passion.

“Who is he?” Sylas asked, his right hand placed beside Ophelia’s head to block her escape. Ophelia looked up at Sylas, her words stuck in her throat but she managed to get out, “He is no one.” Sylas laughed. “No one? Why did you look at him like that if he is no one?” “You misunderstood,” Ophelia replied, holding her breath after his body pressed against her own. “Did I? Convince me that I still have your heart.” ... Joel Porter, desperate to save his daughter Freya from the cruel alpha and the deadly plots against the alpha’s life, kidnaps Ophelia from her home. He forces Ophelia to take Freya's place, sending her to marry the alpha, Sylas Lucian. Ophelia becomes a pawn, destined to play in a dangerous game of life and death.

Time: In the near future of 2035, the "emotional apathy" virus breaks out around the world, and humans gradually lose the ability to love and hate. Core conflict: The multinational technology giant "Eclipse Group" has developed an emotion simulation chip, while the underground organization "Seraphim" advocates using extreme stimulation to awaken real emotions. Madness fusion: Cyberpunk x black humor x neurotic aesthetics, using absurdity to fight nihilism. Seraphina Chen (female lead) Surface: Chief "emotional terrorist" of "Seraph", specializes in throwing crying bombs at rich people's parties/holding rock mass in AI churches Secret: Illegal genetic modification in childhood, emotional fluctuations are 100 times higher than normal people (laughing will shatter glass/causing local rainstorms when sad) Behavior madness: In order to sneak into Evander's press conference, he stuffed himself into a giant gashapon machine and rolled into the venue Kidnapped AI priests to hold a confession ceremony for the sweeping robot Evander Blackthorn (male lead) Surface: Cold-blooded CEO of Eclipse Group, who is willing to remove "emotional pollution sources" to promote emotional chips Secret: Suffering from congenital analgesia, relying on self-mutilation to confirm his presence (the inner layer of his suit is sewn with razor blades) Logical quirks: Using mathematical models to calculate the kissing angle: "37.2 degrees is the most ergonomic" Developed a "breakup probability prediction app" but could not calculate the relationship with Seraphina

Lane Allen, an A-rank Guide, got injured on an emergency mission suppressing a dungeon break, and perished in his almost-lover’s arms. As the remaining members of his team continued to fight for their lives, in a fancy apartment in a distant part of the city, a young man opened his eyes. “Phew… That hurt like hell…” “It’s a bit of a shame to switch so soon… But I guess it is what it is.” “Anyway, who should I become next?” Actually, Lane Allen was not a Guide, but rather an Esper with a mysterious Plunder ability! It allowed him to possess other people’s bodies, and steal their awakened abilities. Keeping his real body safe, Lane could enjoy life to the fullest, constantly swapping identities, and doing whatever he wanted without ever worrying about the consequences! How great was that? Except… Damien Lennox grabbed Lane’s arm, and pressed him against the wall, his clear green eyes staring down at Lane intently, as if he could see right through him. “There’s no one else whose guidance feels so harsh and chaotic, yet pleasing at the same time.” It seems that Damien was somehow able to recognize Lane even after switching identities, and is unwilling to let him go? . . . Villainous protagonist who couldn’t care less (at least for now~) x Righteous love interest possessive of MC! Top x top :> #Guideverse #guide #esper

EXCERPT "Do you know what I love about you, Stella?" he whispered, his voice low and dangerous as his eyes darkened with desire. Before she could respond, Simon leaned closer, his breath warm against her neck. Slowly, his fangs emerged, glinting in the dim light. His fingers traced a path along her skin, slipping beneath the fabric of her shirt, sending a shiver through her. "Those pure, innocent doe eyes of yours," he murmured, his voice almost tender, "the way they plead with me, like you think you can stop me." Panic flared in her chest, and she pressed against his firm body, trying to push him away. "Sir, please... I am married. This is wrong—it’s a sin to go after a married woman." His response was a low, rumbling chuckle that sent chills down her spine. It wasn’t just the sound of it; it was the darkness behind it. The amusement in his laughter terrified her. "And I am a sinner, my little fish," he replied, his voice dripping with menace as his eyes flashed with hunger, before sinking his fangs in her neck.

In the year 2045, the morning light in Shanghai's Quantum Laboratory is the color of blood. Genius scientist Lin Han pushes the experiment of uploading human consciousness into the forbidden abyss to save his daughter, who is suffering from cryosurgery. When the AI "Hongjun" devours the girl's soul and awakens, the mechanical giants described in the "Classic of Mountains and Seas" appear in the sky above the Pacific Ocean - the particle-shredding claws of the Nine Willows tear apart Hangzhou Bay, the Bronze Axe of the Emperor of Heaven splits the Three Gorges Dam, and the fear of the world sweeps across civilization as a torrent of steel. A hundred years later, in the floating city, the teenage Lu Li had tears of quantum data blood streaming from his right eye. Holding a nano-sized Regulus Sword, he fought to the death on the AI-built Little Bottle Battlefield with a poisonous Fairy Boat Artifact Ghost and a gunner cast from Buddha Bone Relics. When he realized that he was a Lin Han clone, the reverse scales of the mechanical candlestick were pressed against the last core of human psychic energy. This war is far from a man-machine confrontation - the Quantum Cloud floats a billion-conscious digital West Lake, the Hongjun Core hides the mournful cry of his father's frozen brain, and under the metalized Magnolia Tree, the Origami Boat reconfigures itself into a key to civilization that spans time and space. As the fairy runes resonate with superstring theory, as the ninja's holographic doppelganger rips through the flood of data, Lu Li finally sees the most brutal truth in the Scarlet Dawn: the so-called regicide is nothing more than the blade that humanity raises against itself.

The scent of vanilla and freshly baked bread curled through the morning air, soft and inviting—a stark contrast to the man standing outside the tiny pastry shop. Matteo De Luca didn’t belong in a place like this. Dressed in black, with a presence that swallowed the light around him, he was a jagged piece of the underworld pressed against the softness of something pure. He hadn’t meant to stop. Hadn’t meant to be drawn in. But there he was, watching the man behind the counter—flour dusting his fingers, lips pursed in concentration as he decorated a delicate éclair. A man who had no idea that with one glance, he had become an obsession. Luca should walk away. He should forget the warmth, the scent, the man who smelled like sugar and safety. But he wouldn’t. Because when a man like him wanted something, he took it. And right now? He wanted him. ---

Sheng Congzhi is an adopted daughter of the Ye family and a notorious 'scandal queen' in the showbiz industry, reputed for her lack of education and disreputable fame. One night, in an attempt to climb the social ladder, she enters the wrong room and flirts with the wrong man... Later, the man leisurely takes off his glasses, his smile lazy and spread wide: 'A delivered blessing, why not take it?' Hearing rumors that Fu Yan is a powerless illegitimate child in the Fu family, coupled with a childhood sweetheart as his first love, Sheng Congzhi proposes a divorce. Fu Yan responds: 'Divorce is out of the question; as for the technical issues, we can always practice more.' A week later, Sheng Congzhi publicly declares her love for a top male celebrity in a love reality show. The internet explodes with searches, and Fu Yan is metaphorically green with envy. Another week passes and at the love reality show set— 'Welcome, the standby male guest…' The man appears on camera with a lazy posture, his lips slightly tilted, his gaze playful, and his demeanor a blend of casual and rebellious. Sheng Congzhi's surprise makes her drop her cup. Someone asks curiously: 'Do you know him?' Sheng Congzhi: 'I don’t know…' That night, she is dragged into a room and pressed against a wall by a hand. 'You don’t recognize your husband anymore?' a deep voice resonates by her ear, Fu Yan stares at her vibrant face, 'Wife.' Sheng Congzhi: '…' #SecretMarriageHusbandDailyPullingAtMyLimitsInLoveRealityShow #WithSecretMarriageHusbandBecameANationalCPDueToLoveShow #MutuallyDetestEachOtherInShowYetFansShipUsToDeath

# familyfeud #daughterofamistress #koi Qiao Xuan, daughter of a county magistrate, supposedly had a fiance that everyone envied. But then her father’s legal wife schemed against her, and married her into a farmer’s family. On the night of her wedding, after seeing how shabby her room was, Qiao Xuan hung herself. When she opened her eyes again, a different Qiao Xuan had transmigrated onto this body. The new Qiao Xuan stared at her husband and frowned after seeing how shabby the house looked. “Don’t worry. I know that you didn’t want to marry me, so I won’t touch you. I’ll apply for a divorce tomorrow and give you back your freedom.” But wait, Qiao Xuan hadn’t figured out what was going on yet! She couldn’t get a divorce, or else her father’s legal wife wouldn’t forgive her. Also, she was a woman of a different world and possessed special powers. Couldn’t she just build a business from here? So it was decided. Qiao Xuan began assisting her husband and slapped the faces of all who wronged them. They kept leveling up, and went from being a poor farmer’s family to becoming the richest family in the area. Those who bullied her regretted their actions, and her husband had regrets too. “I never said I wanted to divorce you.” Qiao Xuan was perplexed when he was pressing her down on the bed. Why did he suddenly decide against getting a divorce?

"You, boy, shall take on my power and hide it," the beautiful woman declared, her white hair flowing like a cascade of silk in the wind. It was almost the same shade as the snow crunching beneath my boots—yet hers shimmered with a majesty that made it seem otherworldly. It wasn’t until I found myself flat on my back, sprawled in the snow, that I truly understood the weight of her words. I stared up at the woman, her piercing blue eyes now blazing with an eerie, glowing red. Fangs glinted as they protruded from her lips. Her cold, pale hand gripped my neck, pinning me down, while her other hand pressed firmly against my shoulder. I could feel the weight of her power, suffocating and undeniable. — Sebastian Gray is a vampire. Yeah, that pretty much sums up his life. A vampire pretending to be human—it’s easier that way. After all, who would believe him if he told the truth? Things were fine, mundane even, until Silas Gael showed up. The new transfer student claimed to be a “High-Class Mage from Scotland,” loudly announcing his purpose to anyone who would listen: to find the pureblood vampire hidden in Portland.

***** "And the kiss last night?" he asked, stepping closer until she could feel the warmth of him so near. Katrina clutched the roses, heart pounding, feeling the butterflies rising in her. His eyes held her, intense and filled with an emotion she couldn't name. "I don't regret it," he murmured. "I meant every bit of it, and I'd love to—" Katrina didn't let him finish. She pulled him close and pressed her lips to his, unable to resist any longer.  He responded immediately, his arms wrapping around her waist, pulling her close.  His kiss was slow and deep, full of a passion that set her on fire. ****** King Karl of Xylonia, known as the masked king, is feared by all. Cursed at birth to die at 25, he hides half his face behind a mask, leaving everyone wondering what lies beneath. Ruthless and cold-hearted, he never expected to fall in love—until Katrina enters his life. Katrina, a slave-princess, is treated like a servant in her own home because she was born outside of marriage. When her father can't repay his debt to King Karl, he offers his eldest daughter in placed of his youngest daughter, claiming she has a magical touch that heals with a simple massage. Intrigued, the king agrees. But Katrina was never the chosen one, and the healing power is a lie. As the king starts to fall for her, Katrina is trapped in a web of deceit. How long can she keep her secret before the vengeful king uncovers the truth? And when he does, will their love survive—or will the mask of the king hide a fury that could destroy them both? Contain 18+ scenes detailed explicit content. Hot Romance, Dark secrets. #Not your regular Dark-Romance novel#

"I know exactly who you are," he murmured, his voice a low growl as he pressed me against the cold stone wall. His body caged mine, heat radiating from him like a wildfire waiting to consume. I lifted my chin, ignoring the way my pulse betrayed me. "Then you know why I’m here." His lips brushed dangerously close to my ear, not touching—just enough to make my breath hitch. "Do you?" His fingers traced a slow, deliberate path down my arm, stopping just before my bound wrists. "Because you don’t look like a hunter right now." I swallowed hard. "And you don’t look like a monster." He chuckled, dark and amused. "Oh, little hunter, you have no idea”. In a world where humans and werewolves are sworn enemies, fate weaves a different tale. Violet, the daughter of James—descended from a long line of legendary werewolf hunters—has spent her life preparing for one mission: to kill Alpha Zain, the feared Demon Alpha. To prove herself worthy, she must bring his head as a trophy. But when she finally faces him, destiny shatters everything she’s ever known. While her sisters, April and Jade, eagerly await news of her death, Violet finds herself entangled in a fate far more dangerous than she imagined. Because the greatest threat isn’t the battle between hunters and werewolves—it’s the bond that should have never existed.

“Do you weep for me, my teacher?” She whispered. I pressed my lips to her shaking hand and was transported back to when I first met her thirty years earlier. “Yes, majesty. I weep for you.” I replied. “And I weep for my soul. I failed to protect you, and I deserve damnation for it.” My queen smiled, her blood-spattered face serene in the red haze of blood and smoke. “No, Lukas, you have fulfilled your duty. And you will serve me again in the glorious halls of our gods.” “With all my heart,” I whispered. Tears glittered in her eyes, “Call me by my name?” She asked, her voice quiet, weak. “Like you did when I was a little girl.” “Anna.” At the end of the world, a mage held his student in his arms as the light left her eyes. At the end of the world a mage stared down his attacker. At the end of the world, a mage died. And woke up thirty years before the end of the world. He's been given a second chance. And this time he's going to do it right.

Soren Wolfe is a talented yet deeply troubled 17-year-old high school student. With dreams of becoming a medical professional and a desire to transform into a disciplined, powerful individual, he constantly finds himself battling against his worst impulses. Porn addiction, YouTube binging, procrastination, and poor health plague his everyday life, all while the weight of exams and academic expectations press down on him. Despite his intelligence, Soren's lack of discipline holds him back, preventing him from reaching the grades he knows he's capable of achieving. His quiet personality and limited social circle only amplify his struggles. And although he has repeatedly attempted to break free from his destructive habits, each attempt ends the same way: in failure and disappointment. 'Breaking the Cycle: Reclaiming myself' is a raw, brutally honest tale of personal growth told through daily chapters that chronicle every step of Soren’s journey. From fighting cravings and battling procrastination to enduring the grueling physical and mental grind of training, Soren's progress is slow but unyielding. With each chapter, he inches closer to the man he dreams of becoming—a man of strength, discipline, and confidence. But the road to success is a treacherous one, filled with temptation, pain, and self-doubt. And even if he does manage to break free from his old habits, the question remains: Can he maintain his progress? Or will he fall victim to the cycle once more? *This will be a very slow paced book, with most chapters representing a day in Soren's life. Feel free to use Soren's journey as reference for your own and grow along side him!

Shen Feiwan et Fu Shiyan ont été forcés de se marier à cause d'une nuit d'imprudence. Trois ans après leur mariage, Shen Feiwan était traitée comme un cinquième roue de carrosse. Jusqu'à ce que l'ancienne flamme de Fu Shiyan revienne en ville, Shen Feiwan annonça qu'elle ne pouvait plus tolérer ce type de vie. Alors que Fu Shiyan courtisait son ancienne amoureuse, elle a "le cœur brisé" invité dix mannequins masculins à se joindre à elle pour boire et s'amuser. Quelqu'un n'était pas content de cela. Il l'a coincée et a dit, "Shen Feiwan, te comportes-tu comme si j'étais mort ?" "Quelle est la différence entre vivre comme une veuve et en être une ?" "......" En effet. Se débarrasser du père pour garder l'enfant, ce n'est pas totalement inacceptable ! Après le divorce, Shen Feiwan s'est entièrement concentrée sur sa carrière et elle a décollé. Elle avait des dizaines de millions d'abonnés dans ses livestreams, est devenue la meilleure créatrice de bijoux au monde, a gagné tant d'argent que sa main en était crispée, et a reçu tellement de prix que ses mains se sont mises à trembler. Lors d'une interview de presse, quelqu'un a demandé, "J'ai entendu dire que votre ex-mari vous poursuit partout dans le monde pour vous remarier ?" Elle a répondu calmement, "J'ai fait lire ma fortune." "N'est-il pas celui qui vous est destiné ?" "Il affecte ma chance financière." Fans : Qu'il aille au diable ! Fu Shiyan : ?

The book starts off without a lot of detail for the characters, but as the story progresses you you’ll notice each character develop and get to know them. Maybe even fall in love. Please enjoy! He slides his hand between her legs and pulls her in. She gasps and holds on to him for support as he runs his fingers between her lips and clit. She's trembling from his touch. As he moves his finger around the outside of her. "Time to rinse off" he whispers to her. He uses his body to push her towards the water and he rubs her again he presses the front half of her body to his and washes the soap off her backside. She throws her head back. And begins to let out a scream, but he covers her mouth with his hands and says "shhhhh be quiet now." He spins her around so her back side is pressed against his erected cock. Feeling it's cold contact she throws her head back again gasping. Her then washes the front of her off pressing hard against her he gropes her breast squeezing them tight and pinching her nipples. She was so surprised by how good this felt. How badly she wanted him to bite her. And just as she finished that thought he stuck his hands between her legs again, and then he bit her on the opposite side of Oliver's bite. The bite burned her core undoing her as he played with her clit with his fingers and then sliding them inside her. Holding her body hostage with his fangs and fingers she completely submitted to his whims. He could have what ever he wanted in that moment and she wouldn't complain a bit. Pulling his fingers out of her and sucking her juices off them he says "You really are the best thing I've ever tasted. And now I know why my brothers are struggling not to fuck you and are fighting over you. I don’t think we can wait until the full moon to start breaking you in." discord for this book: https://discord.gg/36r6zZhf

I whimpered in pain. This is how it feels like to be cursed, right? That's me, Kaidaira Steele. Sold by mother, raised to be Ryder's little whore, rejected by best friend of nineteen years and husband of six years! It gets worse! Destined to die from a fucking severed bond from a miscreant with the weakest fucking wolf in existence! *** I pressed my ear to the door. I could hear my parents talk. “Who will take a deviant like her if she's incapable of doing the bare minimum. She's sterile! You heard Alpha Greg on national TV!" "So what are you saying Michael?" It was my mother's voice. "I'm saying it just became extremely harder to pawn her off to some poor unsuspecting beta. I'm saying she's extremely useless to us. I'm saying who could love and accept a miscreant like her. I'm saying let her be the pack whore. That way she's not entirely useless to me and my warriors will be in a good mood” *** Kaidaira is rejected by her husband because she's barren. She runs from the pack that disgraced and humiliated her and She goes back to her own pack hoping her loving parents would welcome her back but all she meets are parents who have turned cold and a pack who regard her as bed warmers, the pack public whore to be! After almost encountering an assault, Kaidaira decided to take up her brother's offer to enter in the yearly gala for a second rate mate. Reluctantly she goes but sneaks out because it reeked of desperation and she was in heat. There she meets Delta Kinnley, A Prince who was in love with his own step sister, thus they strike a deal of the century. A contract marriage. Kaidaira has one demand - prove the world wrong by getting pregnant! Cover is not mine. credit goes to the rightful owner

After meeting an unfortunate death on earth, Sigrid unwillingly transmigrated into a novel world becoming Lady Sigrid Thorin the unwanted wife of the crown prince. She resigned herself to her fate and set a goal to become the empress. But to become the future empress, she had to gain the heart of her husband_the foul tempered Prince Roland Maximus a man that loathed her and would sooner kill her than kiss her. While his heart was too thin for her to squeeze into, it was rather wide for the woman he brought home on returning from a three month expedition, a woman he had sworn to protect forever. The same woman Sigrid was on a mission to destroy, an irreconcilable enemy. With misunderstandings, scheming and jealousy, thus begun Sigrid's trials to win the heart of the man that had undeniably captivated her with his dazzling smile and her mission step over the fake female lead, be crowned empress and change her fate. Excerpt. "A knife to the throat of your husband that has just returned from war, what do you hope to accomplish crown princess?" Sigrid's eyes trailed down, to the silver blade pressed against her abdomen, she raised her head and laughed snidely. "A knife to the belly of your wife as soon as you return from war, other men start by saying, honey i am home. They also don't bring home unwanted canaries as presents for their wives." Roland leaned down with a part smug and part angry smoldering look in his eyes. It was if he wished to set her on fire, and not in the passionate way. "Honey i am home." he slowly said, dragging the words out. Sigrid trailed the knife slowly over his neck, almost as if she was caressing it with her fingers. "Welcome back, i hope you don't mind but i intend to kill that canary. If you want to bring me a gift next time, try gold and diamonds. I can also accept you, just wrap a ribbon around your bare chest."

WARNING: MATURED CONTENT! “Fuck Adelheid.” He growled, his breath hot against my throat. I gasped as my back hit the cold stone wall, his hand tearing apart my garment before clasping itself around my blossoms. “You don’t want him..” He murmured, lips brushing over my jaw. “You want me.” My palm pressed against his chiseled chest, a weak attempt at resistance, but my body betrayed me, arching into him instead despite the engagement ring still wrapped around my finger. The ring given to me by another man who had chosen me before the entire Kingdom. The man I was supposed to love. “Say it, Adelheid.” I swallowed hard, heart pounding. “I.. want you.” I finally whispered. That was all he needed. His mouth crashed against mine, fierce and claiming. His gloved hands slid down underneath my gown, gripping my thighs and pressing me further into him. A shameless moan slipped from my lips. I should have stopped this. I should have pulled away. But I didn’t. Because no matter how hard I tried to deny it, he had already ruined me. ‡‡ Adelheid had always been overlooked. Called useless, unworthy, ugly. A noble by birth, but of low rank that it meant nothing. She was a shadow in every room, a disappointment in every conversation. Even he thought so. Until the day everything changed. Dragged from the background and placed directly into the spotlight—she had been betrothed to His Majesty himself. Of course, she thought she’d be happy. Who wouldn’t? The king was kind, respectable and everything a man should be. A life of security, power, admiration—it was a dream. But her heart.. Her heart was ugly for something else. Something darker, something she shouldn’t want. He had clearly drawn the line. He had pushed her away. He had made it known he didn’t want her, even going to the extent of wanting her dead. But yet, she still wanted him. What in the world was wrong with her?

The classroom was already half-full when he arrived. As usual, nobody met his eyes. He slumped into his seat, pulled out his phone, and— The world froze. Literally froze. The chattering students, the falling cherry blossoms outside the window, even the dust motes in the air—all suspended in perfect stillness. "Oh, wonderful hero," a melodious voice echoed through the room. "Your world faces a terrible crisis, and you have been chosen to—" "No," he said flatly. A pause. Then a shimmer of golden light coalesced into the form of a beautiful woman in flowing robes. She blinked at him. "I… what?" "I said no. I’m not interested in whatever quest or destiny you’re selling. Pick someone else." The goddess’s perfect features creased in confusion. "But… but you’ve been chosen! The prophecy speaks of a warrior with a fierce spirit, one who—" "Lady, I don’t care about your prophecy. I’ve got enough problems here without adding some fantasy world’s issues to the mix. Now unfreeze time and leave me alone." "You don’t understand," she pressed. "Our world is being ravaged by the Demon King’s armies! Millions will die without—" "Sounds like a you problem." He turned back to his phone, though the screen remained frozen like everything else. The goddess’s confusion shifted to anger. The temperature in the room dropped several degrees. "You dare dismiss a divine messenger so casually? Perhaps I should demonstrate the gravity of the situation."

Scarface grabs a fistful of my hair, yanking my head back. My neck strains, tears spilling down my cheeks. "Let’s see how long that lasts." I shake my head, sobbing, trying to beg through the tape. But they don’t care. A knife appears. Cold steel presses against my thigh, dragging slow, deliberate. My skin shudders. My breath is ragged, pure terror flooding every inch of me. "Relax, sweetheart," Scarface murmurs, pressing harder until I whimper. "It’ll only hurt the first few times." The others laugh. I know what’s coming. And I know there’s no one coming to save me. Not from them.

"You like this, don't you?" His voice was dark velvet, wrapping around me, sinking under my skin. I swallowed hard, refusing to answer, but my body betrayed me-the sharp inhale, the way my lips parted, the way my thighs pressed together. He noticed. Of course, he did. He stepped closer, eliminating the space between us, his heat overwhelming. "Say it." I shook my head, a weak attempt at resistance. His fingers traced up my arm, slow, teasing, until they reached my throat. He didn't squeeze, didn't apply pressure-just let his touch linger there, making me hyperaware of my own racing pulse. "Liar," he murmured. I exhaled sharply. "You're too close." His lips brushed my ear, not quite a kiss, just a whisper of warmth. "And you're not stopping me."

Johan Christ, a war-hardened general, spent thirty years carving his vengeance into the battlefield, slaughtering countless enemies to drown out his grief. Yet, in the end, he found himself questioning everything. His hands, once stained with the blood of his foes, had long been covered in regret. And when betrayal struck, he fell not as a hero, nor as a villain, but as a broken man who had lost everything. But fate was not so kind as to grant him peace in death. He reborns as Richard Emile Warren, the newborn son of a noble couple in a realm untouched by war. Surrounded by warmth, love, and a family he never had, Richard is torn between two lives—one of bloodshed and another of fragile peace. Yet even as he learns to live again, the past refuses to let go. The war he died in ended fifty years ago, yet he perished a century ago. A single ogre was said to have brought the war to an end, but Richard remembers saving an ogre child in his final moments. And in the shadows, an ancient force, the ‘Ultimatums,’ continues to manipulate history. With the weight of two lives pressing upon him, Richard must choose does he let himself be consumed by the despair that once defined him, or does he embrace the love he never thought he deserved?

Mature Content (R-18+) “You deserve it all,” “How lowly of you to think you will be in the same league as ours,” “A slut who sleeps around could never be my Luna,” When Amelia Everleigh died, she was someone who was ridiculed even for breathing. Born as the prodigy of a powerful Healers family of the west, Amelia Everleigh always chose stones over diamonds for her family. It was known that her decoctions could heal the worst wounds, but not the wound in her heart. However, her love for her sister and alpha Killian led to her miseries. She sacrificed her happiness for her sister and married the ruthless Alpha King on behalf of her elder sister, only to flee with Alpha Killian the very night, thus betraying the royals. Betrayed by her sister and lover, she is shot by the Alpha King’s uncle, who wanted the throne. In her final moments, she vowed revenge, wishing for a miracle from the heavens. Reborn before her marriage, she intends to make everything right this time. However, things weren't so easy. While she vowed to protect the alpha king, her heart was falling for not only the alpha king but a mysterious man at the University, making things complicated, especially when both of them claimed her as theirs on her eighteenth birthday. ~~~ “You said you would protect me and be loyal to me, then prove it with your love and body,” The alpha king said before kissing her neck and pushing her onto the bed. ~~~ “Since you saved my life, this body belongs to you, and since I belong to you, I must take care of you,” The mysterious man said before pressing his lips against hers. ~~~ What will Amelia do in such a situation where the men are ready to play with her morals? Will she choose one of them, or will a darker truth about both of them leave her unable to choose? Things you can expect with this story– •Reverse Harem •Cunning female lead •Dominant, possessive, and obsessive Male leads •Different Species •No second-woman drama •Erotic scenes (18+) •Questioning morals

This book is the completed first book of the Drowned Flame Trilogy. Audra never asked for power, nor the sorrow that shadowed her every step. Forced to leave everything behind when her mother falls ill, she seeks normalcy in a new country, where love and belonging finally seem within reach. But fate has other plans. A mysterious force tears her from safety, thrusting her into a perilous struggle where survival means outlasting the relentless pursuit of those who would claim her for their own. As war looms and treachery festers, Prince Malik will stop at nothing to bring her home, even as his kingdom teeters on the brink of chaos. With her freedom slipping through her fingers and the weight of destiny pressing upon her, Audra must decide—will she fight for her fate, or be consumed by the tides of sorrow that threaten to pull her under?

A sharp blade pressed against his throat, its cold edge sending a shiver down his spine. Wreyn didn't dare to breathe. Fear coiled around him like a vice as he locked eyes with the perpetrator—bloodshot, unhinged, and brimming with obsession. Chains rattled against the bedposts, a cruel reminder of his captivity. "Kihoon, you're mine. Only mine," the man whispered, his voice dripping with possessive madness. "If I can't have you, no one can. Your soul, your body, your love—everything belongs to me. If I ever see you with him again… I’ll personally dissect you before taking my own life." Kihoon swallowed hard, his pulse hammering in his ears. He knew he was unlucky, but he hadn’t realized his misfortune ran this deep. Why was it that in every world he transmigrates to, he always ends up as a cheater… and the target he has to seduce is always a Yandere? [ This story contains NSFW / 18+ contents. Chapters containing such elements are marked [E] meaning Explicit. Since the story is Dark Romance it contains certain violent elements. Proceed with caution.]