Rivoli Ballroom Pulp

Everyone has friends in their lives, right? They can be anyone—good friends, bad friends, or even... friends with benefits. Ahem! Anyway, the point is, everyone has friends. And so did I. I was friends with author of web novel. Yeah, was. A small argument over how the main character should act in novel of [World’s Greatest Hero] led to a fight with my friend, the author. Still frustrated, I stormed out of his house... and that’s when Truck-kun hit me. But that wasn’t the worst part. The worst part? I woke up in a different body—the body of a side character in my friend’s novel. A character who is supposed to die in the prologue. I was Doomed from the start! [Your body is dying!] [You don’t have much time left.] [The creator of this world is mocking you.] F#ck you, Author. F#ck this novel. I will survive, and when I do—I'll beat you to a pulp! --- [WSA2025 ENTRY!] Additional tags: # Academy # Alternate World # Fantasy World # Male Protagonist # Misunderstandings # Multiple Love Interests # Obsessive Love # Possession # Romantic Subplot # Special Abilities # Transported to Another World # Yandere [Author Note:- I don't need any castle or spacecraft, etc. i think it's waste of money sending those big gifts. So save your money and just read if you like the novel.] discord link:- https://discord.com/invite/Ep9PZHSp

Tang Hao était un homme honnête qui gagnait honnêtement sa vie, mais malgré toute son honnêteté et sa gentillesse, la vie tournait souvent le dos. Même lorsqu'il a défendu un homme dans la rue, il a fini par être battu jusqu'à la pulpe et l'homme qu'il a défendu ? Il a disparu. Cela laissa Tang Hao sans rien à prouver et avec une lourde facture médicale qui épuisait ses économies. Cependant, alors qu'il était inconscient à l'hôpital, il pouvait sentir une chaleur provenant du pendentif de jade qu'il portait alors qu'il commençait à le nourrir d'une mine d'informations inestimables. Maintenant sorti de l'hôpital, et toujours armé de la même naïveté et honnêteté, que fera notre paysan villageois de ce nouveau pouvoir ? Conquerra-t-il les cœurs de cent femmes ? Vaincra-t-il les plus puissants seigneurs du crime ? Seul le temps le dira, mais pour l'instant, le destin a de nombreux plans fantaisistes pour Tang Hao.

Ghost stories descend, binding national fate. People enhance themselves and their nation's luck by constantly participating in Analog Horror. Mental patient Jiang Xiao is initially selected to enter a nine-star level mental hospital Analog Horror! However, he bizarrely finds out that he seems to be the most seriously ill one... Jiang Xiao: "I sign a pact with the ghost stories, the weirdness is my grandson!" Participating in the seven-star level Analog Horror "Where Did Daddy Die". A peachy-cheeked son with big eyes blinking asks: "Do you want to be my daddy?" The chosen one: "Yes!" Son: "Then I have a tiny request, which is to beat you to death!" One chosen daddy after another is smashed into pulp by the son right from the start. Facing the rebellious son charging forward, Jiang Xiao smiles coldly: "Dad, I'm actually your son!"

Dr. Lila Reyes, a pioneering quantum physicist aboard New Carthage Station, never anticipates her prototype time‑rift device yanking Captain Edmund Hartley—a bold, swaggering pilot from 1822—into her sterile, high‑tech world. Linked by a shimmering temporal tether that pulses with every brush of skin, Lila's meticulously logical mind is thrown into disarray by Edmund's old‑world gallantry and devil‑may‑care charm. As the rift flickers between centuries, Lila and Edmund involuntarily swap memories: one moment she's adrift in a starship skirmish, the next he's navigating moonlit Regency gardens. With each fragmented recollection, they uncover hidden longings—Lila savors the heady rush of horse‑drawn carriage races, while Edmund tastes the hollow ache of cosmic isolation in zero‑G. But every shared memory frays the fabric of reality, risking a catastrophic convergence of two timelines. Compelled to collaborate across time, they pursue cryptic clues through mist‑cloaked 19th‑century ballrooms and neon‑bathed orbital docks, wrestling with an impossible choice: seal the rift and be forever torn apart, or let destiny unravel for a chance at love that defies all boundaries. With each daring kiss and whispered confession, Lila and Edmund discover that some bonds transcend space, time—and even death.

The dead should stay dead. Kael Arvid repeated the words like a prayer as he adjusted the raven mask over his scarred face. The carved beak pressed cold against the bridge of his nose, the eyeholes narrowing his vision to slits of flickering torchlight. Beneath him, the ballroom of House Dain shimmered—a grotesque painting of gold and rot. Nobles laughed behind ivory masks, their gloved hands clutching goblets of wine dark as clotting blood. The air reeked of clove and something fouler beneath, like meat left too long in the sun. He hadn't come for wine. The dagger at his belt was hungry. It had waited seven years for this night. Seven years since House Dain's soldiers kicked in the door of his family's cottage. Seven years since he'd watched from the treeline as the flames turned his sister's screams to smoke. Seven years of imagining this moment—the moment he'd slide steel between Lord Dain's ribs and whisper his family's names as the light

"She was never meant to be seen. He was never meant to exist." In the quiet town of Gloria, Aidan lives in hiding—his blood potent, his identity dangerous. Bound by a secret past and the weight of a curse, he crafts potions for survival and watches over his younger twin, Adeena. When an invitation arrives for a royal ball in the capital, Aidan makes a choice that will haunt him: he lets her go. Dressed in borrowed silk and escorted by a paid chaperone, Adeena enters a world of chandeliers, masks, and veiled intentions. Aidan stays behind... at first. But when his uncle warns him of a shadow moving within the palace—one that knows what he is—Aidan infiltrates the event, unseen, cloaked in secrecy. The ball ends in fire. The girl vanishes. Aidan’s blood can heal—but not rewind time.Adeena smiled as the violins swelled. Draped in sapphire blue, her hair pinned with borrowed pearls, she looked older than her years—almost noble. No one in that ballroom knew she’d come from a forgotten village. No one knew her chaperone was paid. No one suspected the boy who sent her here was watching from above. Aidan stood among the shadows of the chandelier beams, breath held tight, gaze fixed only on her. He was never meant to be seen—not here, where his father’s face might be recognized in his own. Eldric gave the signal. Everything’s fine. But it wasn’t. A woman in red silk approached Adeena. She smiled too much. She moved too slowly. And when she touched Adeena’s hand—just a brush—Aidan flinched. That’s not Dahlia, he thought. And it’s not Mary. The chandeliers exploded. The glass rained like cursed snow. By the time Aidan reached the ballroom floor, Adeena was gone. Turning is a gothic fantasy of stolen identities, cursed bloodlines, and a brother’s descent into a world that was never meant to remember him. For readers of Heaven Official’s Blessing, Who Made Me a Princess, and The Abandoned Empress.

The marble floor gleamed under Adunni’s heels as she walked deeper into the candlelit ballroom, each step cutting through murmurs and curiosity. In a room filled with silk, diamonds, and secrets, she moved like a storm in velvet. Luca DeLuca didn’t greet her right away. He stood at the edge of the balcony in a tuxedo so sharp it looked dangerous, one hand curled around a glass of wine the color of blood, the other shoved in his pocket. Those golden eyes locked on hers the moment she entered — dark, unblinking, predatory. “You came,” he said, voice a low scrape of gravel and silk. “I’m here for the artifact,” Adunni replied, her chin lifted. “Not the theatrics.” He chuckled, slow and deliberate, like he already knew she was lying. “And yet… your heartbeat’s telling me a different story.” Her pulse did skip — once. But she didn’t flinch. “Your ego’s bigger than your empire.” He stepped closer, closing the space like gravity, until she could feel his heat in the breath between them. “You know what I think, Adunni?” “I’m not interested in your thoughts.” “I think your body recognizes mine. On a level your mind hasn’t caught up to yet.” Her breath hitched, but she didn’t let it show. Instead, she held his gaze — fire to fire. “Be careful, DeLuca,” she murmured. “I bite back.” His eyes darkened, glowing faintly gold. Just for a second. Then he leaned in, not touching, just a whisper of heat against her jawline. “Good,” he said, his voice nothing but breath. “I like a woman with teeth.”

Lost Echoes: A Past That Won’t Stay Buried... I wasn’t always this cold... Once,, I smiled more often,, laughed at little things,, and believed in forever... But that version of me was buried beneath the ruins of a past , I never truly recovered from. Now,, I am Rimi—the CEO of Mirain Company,, the number one cosmetics brand in the country... To the world,, I am composed,, elegant, and ruthlessly efficient... People see me as cold, unapproachable. A queen encased in ice... But behind that polished mask,, there's a side only one person ever got to see—a side that giggles,, pouts,, clings,, and melts like a kitten seeking warmth. That side was for him... Kai... He was my best friend., My confidant.. The boy who used to tease me with that crooked smile and hold my hand when I cried... We were young,, maybe too young to understand the depth of what we felt,, but it was real... I loved him—I loved Kai with all the pieces of my innocent heart,. And maybe... just maybe, he loved me too... But we were cowards, both of us. We never spoke our truth,, never crossed that fragile line between friendship and something more... And then—everything shattered... The night my world fell apart,, I lost everything. My parents died in a brutal accident,, leaving behind nothing but silence and ashes... I waited for Kai... I waited for him to show up, to hold me and promise it would be okay. But he never came. No calls. No letters. No goodbye... He vanished.,, Just like that, the boy I loved disappeared,,. I was sixteen , hollow and numb,, drowning in grief and abandonment. But fate didn’t completely abandon me. A kind family—old friends of my parents—took me in. They gave me a home, love,, and warmth I never thought I’d feel again. They never treated me like a burden... They loved me like their own, and I promised myself I'd make them proud... So,, I rebuilt myself from the ashes... I buried my pain, my past, and the girl I used to be. I studied hard,, graduated with honors,, and took over my father’s legacy—Mirain Company... Under my leadership,, we soared to new heights,, becoming the top cosmetics brand in the country... I had everything—power, respect,, success. But love?? I stopped believing in it. Until he walked in... It was at my best friend’s wedding,, a day filled with laughter, champagne,, and memories. And there he was,, standing across the ballroom—sharp suit,, intense gaze,, and a presence that made my heart forget how to beat. For a split second,, I thought it was Kai. My breath hitched... My world tilted. My past clawed its way back to the surface... But his name was Adrian... Adrian Knight—the CEO of Queen Company,, our fiercest rival. The second most successful cosmetics brand,, always trying to outshine us. We were competitors. Enemies,, even. But none of that mattered when our eyes met. He looked at me like he knew me... Like he saw through the layers I had so carefully built over the years., And I hated that. I hated how my heart stuttered. I hated how my legs wanted to walk toward him... I hated that he looked so much like Kai,, and yet was nothing like him... Adrian was confident,, charismatic,, with a gaze that seemed to strip me bare... And I… I was supposed to be the composed one... The ice queen. But around him,, I couldn’t hold that façade. He made the forgotten girl inside me stir again—the one who wanted to be held,, loved,, cherished... I told myself it was just resemblance... Just a cruel trick of fate. But my heart didn’t listen... Maybe I was falling... Falling for a man who looked like my past,, but felt like my future... And it scared me... Because if Adrian was a second chance... was I brave enough to take it??? Or would he leave me broken,, just like Kai once did??? I didn’t have answers. Only questions,, memories, and a heart that refused to stay silent anymore... And deep down,, beneath the frost,, I could feel the warmth return. Maybe... just maybe,, this was the beginning of

Jayden Colman at the age of 12 had been arrested and given a life sentence for murder after litterally shoving a shovel down his fathers throat for his dad had beaten his mom to a pulp after coming home drunk simply because she over cooked his food . But then at the age of 13 a silver linning opportunity presents its self as he joins the army. 13 years later and he vows to make the world bend to his knees.

How does it feel to have such prowess...? Such thought lingered on Kreig's mind; yearning, hoping. He doesn't have a place to call home, nor does he have a person he could come back to. He was a loner living on the streets. The furthest memory he could recall was when he was beaten up to a pulp, and there he awoke. Not such prowess, but his consciousness. Living on the street caused his hunger to survive to surpass his peers, though he, himself, had not done anything to turn his situation around. Then one day, when the usual trade happened before his eyes, an unusual spark lit up in his eyes, something dangerously close to hope. Even if this kills me... Tomorrow, I, Kreig Haven, will set forth the world of Domains! One to two chapters per day, typically 4:05 PM UTC

Jericho was just another die-hard gamer until a sudden death dropped him straight into the world of his favorite fantasy RPG. There’s only one problem: he didn’t reincarnate as the legendary hero, the hidden boss, or even a halfway-decent ally. No, Jericho is an extra. A third-rate noble who, in the game’s story, used his status to bully the weak, harass women, and serve as an early punching bag for the real protagonist. His scripted fate? A humiliating downfall: after assaulting the hero’s childhood friend, Jericho was beaten to a pulp, suspended from the academy, and disowned by his family. Left with nothing but his name, his destiny was to vanish quietly as the story marched on. Now reincarnated into this disgraced villain’s body, after the fall, Jericho wakes up at rock bottom. No money, no allies, no backup plan. And worst of all? Everyone already hates him. But Jericho isn’t interested in redemption. He knows how this world works: no matter how strong a villain gets, the protagonist’s hidden power and unbeatable plot armor will always win in the end. So, why bother fighting fate? Armed with deep knowledge of future events, Jericho takes a different path: profit. From rare relics and world-changing tools to market-shifting disasters, he crafts and exploits every twist of the story for one thing: wealth. His final goal is a quiet, luxurious life far away from the main plotline. But as Jericho’s schemes succeed, his "coincidental" genius draws eyes he never wanted, from dangerous nobles to ambitious academy students, and eventually the hero himself along with his circle of heroines, each with their own suspicions and agendas. Jericho planned to stay out of the story, but the story isn’t done with him.

In a kingdom ruled by crowns, cursed by blood, and saved by love… Ravelle is a land frozen in time, where royal bloodlines reign and secrets are passed down like heirlooms. But the throne comes at a deadly price. For centuries, every firstborn prince has fallen before coronation — victims of a curse no one dares to name. Marcus Ravelle, the crown prince with a sharp mind and a sharper tongue, has always lived in the shadow of this doomed legacy. But when a spirited and mysterious commoner named Erin is summoned to the palace to translate long-forgotten scrolls, everything begins to unravel — including Marcus’ carefully guarded heart. Erin has secrets of her own — secrets that could break the curse or destroy the kingdom. As assassins close in, forbidden romance ignites, and ancient magic stirs beneath the cobblestones, Marcus and Erin must decide what they’re willing to sacrifice: the crown, the truth, or each other. In a world of ballrooms and bloodlines, nothing is more dangerous than destiny.

“I wrote this world. I made these rules. And now... I’m just a nameless grunt in them.” Ethan Carter was just another failed webnovel author, spending sleepless nights writing for a handful of readers. Until one day, he woke up... inside his own story. The problem? He didn’t become the hero. Or the villain. Not even a cool side character. He became a grunt. A disposable NPC. The kind that shows up just to take a punch and drop like a sack of potatoes. And to make things worse, he reincarnated right at the moment he’s about to be beaten to a pulp by one of the most ridiculously overpowered characters in the entire world he created — the hero’s mentor, the Lord of Thunder. But… all is not lost. Because in the middle of his panic, Ethan discovers something not even he knew was hidden in his own script: A power. A bug. A loophole. He can stop time. The problem? He has no clue how this damn thing works. Now, he’ll have to survive, master his powers, and navigate a world filled with assassins, criminal syndicates, magical factions, and characters that… well, he wrote. His fate was never in the story. So screw the story.

Once, stories were written to save us — fairytales filled with hope, love, and happy endings. But something ancient crept between the lines. A darkness that watched from behind mirrors. It didn’t want heroes. It wanted order. It wanted control. In a kingdom once ruled by magic and tales, an unseen force rewrote the endings. The Mirror Network — a secret society buried in forgotten history — used enchanted mirrors to twist reality, control identities, and bend entire fates to their will. Every mirror placed in a royal chamber, every whisper that echoed through polished glass, was part of a long experiment: to erase the truth and build a world of obedience. Red never believed in stories. Dressed in her iconic crimson cloak, sharp-eyed and sharper-tongued, she arrived at the royal palace to escape a past she could barely remember. But fate had other plans. The night she stepped into the ballroom was the night the prince died — murdered before midnight, with Cinderella at the center of the scandal. As the fairytale crumbled, Red found herself caught in a puzzle far deeper than royal betrayal. Her investigation uncovered hidden corridors behind mirrors, a diary filled with erased names, and magic that made her question every version of truth she’d ever known. Cinderella’s charm, she discovered, was a facade — a product of the same curse that bound others before her. The Mirror Network had marked Red too. But unlike the others, Red could see the cracks. Her mind fought back. Her memories flickered like a broken reel, revealing glimpses of stolen children, rewritten love stories, and a mirror that always showed someone else’s reflection. Far beyond the castle walls, in a forgotten thorn-covered palace swallowed by sleep and silence, Aurora opened her eyes. A century had passed, though to her, it felt like moments. She remembered falling asleep, but not why. She remembered her name, but not her face. All that remained was the mirror. It stood untouched by time. Smooth. Cold. Watching. Aurora wandered the ruins of her life, searching for answers in shadows. The curse that once held her was no romantic spell — it was a lock. Her dreams hadn’t been dreams at all, but experiments — visions planted by the Mirror Network to overwrite who she was. Every time she resisted, they erased a little more. But the magic faltered when Red shattered her story. As Aurora unraveled the hidden carvings etched in her tower’s stone walls, she found a name. Red. The girl who broke the pattern. The girl who survived the Network’s web of lies. And in that name, Aurora found the first thread of her own truth. Now, two stories — once separated by time and distance — begin to converge. Red, hunted for what she’s uncovered, and Aurora, haunted by what she’s forgotten, must both confront the same question: who were they before the mirrors rewrote them? The Network is collapsing. The magic they’ve guarded is fracturing. The mirrors are leaking into the world, twisting reality with every reflection. Versions of Red and Aurora — darker, crueler, broken — begin to manifest, born of manipulated memory and fear. Red must return to the place where it all began. Aurora must enter the world she slept through. Both carry fragments of the mirror, and in those shards lies the key to destroying the Network. But nothing comes without sacrifice. The deeper they go, the more truth they see. And the truth is dangerous. The curse was never meant to be broken. It was meant to transform. Only together can they unwrite the story, reclaim their identities, and face the one mirror that has never been shattered — the Mirror of Origin. Because in this world, you don’t defeat monsters by fighting them. You defeat them by remembering who you were before the story began.

Amid the grandeur of post-Napoleonic France, where Parisian salons dictate fashion and Versailles whispers of old glory, the noble families of the haute société engage in their wars—not of swords but of reputation, romance, and ambition. As the Bourbon Restoration seeks to reclaim its lost splendor, the Grand Saison (The Grand Season) in Paris becomes a battlefield for eligible aristocrats. Among them is Victoire de Montreuil, the radiant yet sharp-tongued daughter of a fallen duke whose family fortune has dwindled to near ruin. Her family will be lost to obscurity if she does not marry well. Then there is Marquis Étienne Laurent de Rochefort, a scandalous yet enigmatic libertine rumored to have fought for both Napoleon and the monarchy—depending on who tells the tale. When their paths intertwine in a calculated game of courtship, Parisian society watches with bated breath. But beneath the surface of ballroom intrigue and whispered gossip lie deeper plots: political conspiracies, old rivalries, and the return of a masked writer—the mysterious L’Ombre—who threatens to expose the most scandalous secrets of the French aristocracy. As love and duty collide, will Victoire and Étienne find happiness, or will they become pawns in a game much more significant than their own?

In the 21st century, an event known as the Great Shift of 2030 destroyed 90% of life on earth. A new race known as the Shifters emerged. 200 years later, countless wars divided what was left of civilization into two areas: The city-states controlled by the crime fighting SPA, and the badlands controlled by lawless bandits. Axel, a powerless Shifter in 2230, has vivid dreams of future events that never seem to come true. He has dreams of Joining the SPA academy and becoming an agent, but he is unable to deal with a bully at his local school. As Axel progresses and becomes stronger he begins to wonder, if his dreams are just dreams, or are they warnings from the future of a destiny he cannot escape? “1352 times I’ve been shoved in lockers, drowned in toilets, and beaten to a pulp...And yet, everyday I come back here, patiently waiting for that day....” Axel thought “You're trash! I kick your butt every morning but you never seem to get the message! Why don't you go back to where you came from? Why don't you quit this school you powerless loser!” Pb yelled into his face “Because… I believe in my dreams.” Axel began "I'm going to beat those dreams out of you!" Pb yelled kicking him in the stomach. Axel spat out a wad of blood, and looked Pb directly in his eyes. “I’ll never stop dreaming. You can beat me up as much as you like, but as long as my heart still beats, as long as my mind still thinks, I will continue to dream! No one can come between a man and his dream! The only person who can stop a man from dreaming is that man himself!” “Tomorrow is the day all this changes! Tomorrow is the day my dreams become Reality!” This novel was originally posted on Royal Road, and now I am bringing a rewritten version here. I am the original author. This story features images and manga panels so it is a light novel manga hybrid. You can see the images by clicking the links at the end of each chapter. They are not necessary but they provide a better viewing experience. The illustrator, Mo's Instagram is below @degamishiro https://www.instagram.com/degamishiro/

Ahvia Monera has always been good at keeping her anger in check until one day she beat someone to pulp and put him in a comma and burned down his house. Fed up by her impulsive behavior, her parents sent her to bellworth academy, an academy specialized in anger management where fury rules and only the strongest survive. tossed in the male dormitory she's forced to room with Damien crowe, the most feared student in campus. Damien crowe is cold, cruel and utterly ruthless. Everyone one is scared of him some believe he isn't a normal human being. But Damien isn't just dangerous, he's something else entirely. The last son of an ancient dragon bloodline, Damien's anger is just a normal occurrence for him. everyone fears him and that's good to him but Ahvia? she doesn't although she should. Because in a school where anger is uncontrollable And monsters in the shadows, getting too close to Damien, the devil himself might be the most reckless thing she has ever done.

It all started with a glass of Tequila that Aira thought was orange juice, making her drunk and unknowingly spending a hot night with a handsome young man named Renji Ishikawa. As a result of that night, Aira's life changed drastically, especially when she had to marry Renji Ishikawa, who turned out to be a teenager in his teens. But if she refuses to marry him, Aira is threatened with a lawsuit on charges of sexual harassment against a high school student. ………… How sad it was, how heartbreaking, and feeling like the biggest fool for being in the middle of the wedding of her ex-lover and her best friend. "Your drink, Miss," offered a polite waiter, approaching with a tray full of various colours and flavours. She picked a glass of orange drink with a fresh cherry on the rim. Her moon-like eyes stayed fixed on the groom while she drank the beverage until it was empty. Nothing strange happened to the sweet girl for a minute, but suddenly, dizziness struck, and she stumbled as her body swayed. Her delicate hand searched the wall for support, afraid of falling, feeling like she was experiencing an earthquake, and seeing everything around her shake. Feeling too weak to walk, she chose to squat near a large pot close to the ballroom's entrance. People around her watched silently, unwilling to help; some even gossiped about her. She was distressed and needed help, not performing for an audience, yet many still criticized her. Wild imaginings suddenly crossed her mind, wishing for a handsome prince on a white horse to rescue her, like scenes from her childhood anime favourites. But things like that only happened in fairy tales, where the prince would permanently save the princess from the villain's hands. That was how the stories were written. For her, there would never be a prince in her life story. But who would have thought that God would grant such an extraordinary miracle? Among the hundreds of high-class guests, one person approached and tried to offer help after observing her in silence. A handsome young man in a black suit stood right behind her. "Miss, are you alright?" he asked, concerned. "Who are you?" she asked, her voice still shaky from crying. The man stood frozen for a moment as though startled by the sight of this stranger but then smiled and extended his hand. "Don't cry here. Let me help you up." She shook her head, her cheeks red, not from embarrassment but from the effects of the drink. "My head is spinning, and I can't walk." The young man raised an eyebrow and smiled. "Alright then." He slipped his arms between her legs and under her body, lifting her, and she was heavy, just as he expected. From afar, the girls began to watch with shocked faces, filled with envy, anger, and jealousy, seeing the young man from the Ishikawa family carrying a girl, rumoured to be Aira Hoshino, the ex-girlfriend of Kairo Kenzaki and the best friend of Mika Kurogane, who were the couple getting married tonight. She rested her head on his shoulder comfortably, inhaling the refreshing scent of mint. Only this handsome young man, like a Greek god, came to her aid, asking about her condition, and now, carrying her out of the party without saying a word. "Where is your home?" he asked as he laid Aira, the girl he just met, into the car and fastened her seatbelt. "I don't want to go home," she whimpered. "Why?" he asked as he sat in the driver's seat. "Do you want to comfort me while my heart is broken?" she said, draping her arms around his neck. A grin spread across his handsome face. "How?" he asked, pretending not to know. "Stay with me until morning," Aira teased with a playful smile. In the next moment, Aira's lips were captured in his. Slowly, Aira's eyes closed tightly, leading her into a peaceful dream, soaring high into the sky, feeling as if it were real, not just a dream. …

“You’re lying,” Michael’s voice was sharp, his blue eyes dark with fury. “Ethan is our son?” Aliana’s heart pounded. She had spent years preparing for this moment, but nothing could prepare her for the raw pain in his voice. “Sarah stole him from me, Michael. She tricked you.” A sharp gasp echoed in the grand ballroom. Guests whispered. Sarah’s face drained of color, but she quickly recovered, forcing a laugh. “She’s desperate, Michael. Can’t you see? She’ll say anything to ruin us.” Ethan, the boy she had dreamed of holding for ten long years, looked between them, confused. “Mom?” His voice was small, uncertain—directed at the woman who had stolen him. Michael turned to Sarah, his voice low and deadly. “Tell me the truth. Right now.” Sarah’s lips trembled. The walls of lies she had built were crumbling. She took a step back. “Michael, I—” A sudden crash rang through the air. The doors burst open. A tall figure strode in, his cold gaze locked on Aliana. Zayden Lockhart smirked. “Ah, Aliana. You really thought you could expose the truth without consequences?” The room fell into stunned silence. And just like that, the night took a dangerous turn.

"May I have a dance with you?” Startled, she turned to find a tall, handsome stranger standing before her. His sharp jawline was slightly visible beneath his black domino mask he wore, which added to his allure and the depth in his eyes, which sparkled with amusement and intrigue. With a gallant bow, he offered his hand. Her heart fluttered as the flickering chandelier reflecting off the polished surface of the ballroom. She hesitated for a moment then placed her gloved hand in his, feeling the warmth radiating from his grasp, as he led her onto the dance floor. “Who might you be?” she asked, a playful smile curling her lips. ****** Mirabelle Worthington, a young woman stifled by societal expectations, finds herself entangled in a whirlwind of intrigue when she encounters a mysterious stranger at a lavish masquerade ball. Their passionate encounter ignites a forbidden desire within her, a spark that threatens to consume her as she prepares for an arranged marriage to the esteemed Maximilian Powell. Meanwhile, Maximilian, haunted by the memory of a captivating woman he met at the same ball, finds himself drawn into a dangerous game of deception. He becomes embroiled in a family conspiracy, facing threats to his family's fortune and the pressure of a loveless marriage. As he investigates a series of sabotage attempts, he uncovers a web of secrets that extends far beyond the confines of his own family. The plot weaves together the stories of several intriguing characters: Lady Sophia, a cunning socialite driven by a thirst for revenge; Dylan, a cunning inquiry officer pursuing a mysterious woman; and Julian, Maximilian's brother, who becomes entangled in a dangerous kidnapping scheme. As secrets are revealed and alliances shift, Mirabelle discovers a hidden pregnancy, a secret that threatens to shatter her carefully constructed life. Torn between duty, desire, and the weight of her own secrets, she must navigate the treacherous waters of high society while searching for her own truth.

Sofia, the elegant and graceful mafia princess, finds herself trapped in a world of duty and obligation. Her heart longs for freedom, but her family's honor weighs heavily upon her. Antonio Cattaneo, the notorious and feared mafioso, stands before her as the embodiment of her fate. As they stand together in the opulent ballroom, Sofia's eyes meet Antonio's piercing gaze, filled with a mixture of power and danger. The room seems to hold its breath, as if aware of the weight of their impending union. Sofia's mind races with uncertainty, questioning if there could ever be love in such a union. Will she find a way to break free from the chains of tradition and follow her heart, or will duty prevail and bind her to a life she never desired?

In a dark alley, obscured from the prying eyes of people, the muffled grunts of a shadowy figure beaten to a pulp were barely visible. Four hooded figures were standing around the bloody figure on the ground as he looked up in hate. Kraign struggled to his feet, his face mangled beyond recognition. "All of you idiots shall pay. THE WORLD WILL BURN!! "Boss, I think he's gone mad, we should leave", one of the hooded figures said on a low voice. "Was thinking the same thing", the shortest hooded figure replied, retreating with his crew, leaving the boy in the ground, barely breathing. As death drew near, things all went wrong.

“She’ll make a fine doppelgänger for my daughter. She can pass as the fake princess. Well done, Dimitri.” The king's words hit Fiona like a physical blow, shattering the illusion of a fairytale. The ballroom, once a place of glittering dreams, now felt like a suffocating trap. He’d bought her. Trained her. Used her. All this time, the stolen glances, the whispered promises, the tender touches—it was a lie. A calculated deception. Her gaze, burning with betrayal, locked onto Dimitri’s. How could he? His eyes, usually warm and reassuring, were now cold and distant, fixed on the king with a chilling intensity. A knot of dread tightened in her stomach. Fiona, a young girl, is sold off to Dimitri, a prince who rejected his title, where she is trained to become a doppelgänger to the cursed princess. They’ve never seen face to face, but with the prince from the top kingdom coming to marry his betrothed princess, Fiona and the princess must find a way to break the curse while Fiona pretends to be the princess. When Fiona finds that her parents were involved, she has to uncover the secrets behind her parents death, the princess curse and her role in all of it. But what happens when Fiona falls in love with both Prince Eric and Dimitri, and things don't go according to plan?

Evelyn Rayner had lost it all, her family, her business, and, worst of all, herself. Betrayal, regret, and a spectacularly bad series of life choices had left her in ruins. But, as it turns out, fate wasn’t quite done with her. Given a second chance (thank you, universe!), she was back. Wiser, fiercer, and absolutely determined to set things right. Debts of love and loyalty? She’d repay them. Wounds she’d caused? She’d mend them. And most importantly… him. Now, in the heart of a grand ballroom, wrapped in silk and second chances, she moved through the sea of admirers like a queen on a mission. Their awed whispers and longing stares? Utterly ignored. She had eyes for only one man. Adrian Vaughn. The one she lost. The one she wouldn’t lose again. She found him at last, standing tall and unreadable, that maddening air of mystery still intact. Steeling herself, she reached him, her voice soft but daring as she teased, “Didn’t you promise me you’d only dance with me?” His piercing gaze flickered with something unreadable before amusement danced in his eyes, and a slow, knowing smirk curled his lips. Leaning in, his breath warm against her ear, he murmured, “I didn’t know my little wife would be the jealous type.” The words struck her like a bolt of nostalgia. Little wife. A childhood memory bloomed; her younger self, all confidence and mischief, declaring to the world that Adrian Vaughn was hers. Now, looking at the man before her; cool, unreadable, yet teasing in a way only she could decipher; gratitude swelled within her. She had lost him once. And in her past life’s final moments, regret had nearly crushed her. But this time? Oh, she was going to make sure he knows how much she loves him.

Vivienne Moreau was born into luxury, destined for a charmed future. But one scandalous mistake stole everything—her fortune, her family’s favor, and even the man she risked it all for. Forced onto the streets in shame, she rises from ruin by embracing the only weapon left to her: an irresistible allure that ensnares society’s most powerful men. Reborn as Madame V, Vivienne captivates a wealthy baron hungry for her charms and a spirited young marquis who worships her every move. Each patron drowns her in silks and coins, fueling her climb back to wealth. Yet secrets coil in every corner of the grand ballrooms—jealous rivals scheme to see her fall, blackmailers stalk her private affairs, and the gossip-hungry elite watch her every seductive step. Determined never to kneel before anyone again, Vivienne plays her dangerous double life with cunning and poise. By day, she’s a dazzling widow waltzing on society’s arm; by night, she’s a master manipulator whose bedroom deals reshape noble alliances. When a captivating prince lures her into the glittering world of royal power, Vivienne must decide how far she’ll go—and who she’s willing to betray—to reign supreme among the city’s corrupt and lustful elite. In a realm of forbidden desires, shadowy intrigues, and steamy midnight rendezvous, Vivienne’s ambition knows no limits. But with enemies closing in and hearts on the line, can she outmaneuver every threat and seize the life she craves? Or will the secrets she’s spun cost her everything—even her newly won freedom? The Hidden Courtesan is a riveting tale of passion, power, and survival, where one woman’s sexuality becomes her strongest shield in a society that casts her aside. Perfect for fans of scandalous historical romances and high-stakes intrigue, this story draws you into a world of lavish balls, clandestine affairs, and a heroine who refuses to be tamed—no matter the cost.

Rian and Ryan, the twin Demons with different breeds They both have Vampire, Wolves, Titans and everyone believes they are gods. They both look exactly the same with Colalt blue eyes, Carnation red lips, short wavy jet black hair, they're both tall and cute, their voices are alike ( not the same ) and so are their personalities, not everything just mostly everything about them is alike ... oh except this which is their greatest difference. Rian is obedient although he's cunning ( no one except Ryan knows this ) and Ryan is a pure breed Rebel and everyone knows that. They're 17 and still a little girly because most of their time is spent on :Sia-their Titan friend, Clara-the Dragon, Deidre-the Demoness, Annabell-the Witch, Drace-the Vampire and Dana-the Werewolf And every other time they're either in the ballroom, royal party hall, throne room,garden ( fighting and trying to kill their selves ) or somewhere else causing havoc or maybe in their rooms training their pet Tigers. Mr&Mrs Royal always had a hard time controlling the boys so pets came to their aid, unfortunately the dogs and cats were just extra victims as they all died a week later, it was a little after a month that they were given Tiger cubs as their 13 years presents that the killing of pets ended, after killing 100 innocent dogs and cats in a month that finally found something to match their temperament. Rian's pet was named Drex ( that has been the names of all the pets he killed ) and Ryan's Claws. The palace only managed to be in one piece because these Tigers shared a room with their owners.

The grand ballroom of the imperial palace was meant for alliances and whispered secrets, not destiny and disaster. Lady Seraphina Astoria Valeheart has spent her life avoiding the treacherous games of court, preferring solitude over the weight of expectations. But when a cocky, sharp-tongued lord with a reputation as dark as his attire asks her to dance, she makes a single mistake—she says yes. Lord Sylas Draven Mourcade is feared for a reason. He commands attention with a smirk and a stare that strips away pretense, but beneath the charm lies something untamed, something dangerous. When Seraphina saves his life with a power she doesn’t yet understand, she unknowingly binds herself to him in blood. But blood is power. And power never goes unnoticed. As whispers of treachery ripple through the empire, Seraphina and Sylas find themselves caught in a web of shadows that move without faces, hands that pull the strings of kings and traitors alike. The court is a battlefield, and their growing connection might be the greatest weapon—or the deadliest weakness. She was never meant to be part of this game. He was never meant to care. But the dance has already begun. And some unseen forces do not take kindly to players who step out of line.

Elvira Pierce has always lived by the rules, navigating a world filled with grand expectations and cold alliances. But at a high-society gathering meant to cement yet another family alliance, she faces a choice that will change the course of her life forever. Beautiful but burdened by secrets, Elvira finds herself the unwilling center of attention in a glittering hall filled with noble guests. When her father introduces her to Lord Ronin Bloodstone, a man from a mysterious lineage, sparks of curiosity and caution flicker within her. Yet the night has more twists in store when Lady Verona and her mother announce an arrangement Elvira cannot accept—a binding future with the enigmatic and brooding Anson Adler Ashford. Torn between familial duty and her desire for freedom, Elvira confronts a society that prioritizes obedience over individuality. As tensions rise, she must navigate a maze of forbidden glances, hidden agendas, and unsettling alliances. With whispers of rebellion in her heart, Elvira faces a daunting decision: to bow to the will of her family or forge her own path. Set against the backdrop of opulent ballrooms and shadowy intrigues, "Threads of Fate" explores themes of self-discovery, courage, and the defiant pursuit of true love in a world bound by tradition.

Beaten to a pulp day by day, exploited, manipulated and forced to live day by day like a slave to the bullies at school. With no hope of revenge, Davis only hoped he could finally shut his eyes forever but even that was not granted to him. Fed up with his life he decides to take a crazy risk "since they don't want to grant me rest then I'll grant them." He finally took revenge at the expense of his life only to be brought back as the abandoned son of the most notorious mafia boss in the entire world. To others being a mafia boss's son may be cool but Davis was the abandoned son of the mafia boss, even bottom tier street gangs had more recognition than him and to top it off he had to take care of his abandoned mother. but fate didn't forget to give him a cheat to get started. After alot of twist and turns, watch as Davis turns from a regular youngster to the ruler of mafia.

A handsome half-orc with a hulking body filled with perfect muscles stands carrying a great axe over one shoulder. His neon blue eyes watching the void, waiting for those that would threaten his world. Huge creatures with monstrous figures, beasts of the abyss, here to kill the orc. Their angered shrieks and pained screams filled the air. The corpses of these monsters surround his body, forming his throne of dread. His long tail smashed down, turning them into pulp while using his brutal axe with powerful chops, cleaving them into pieces. "This world shall become ours; you cannot stop our legion! Orc!" a distorted and evil voice sounded. "WATCH ME!" Shouted the orc, filled with confidence and pride. In defiance, a purple mist shrouded him as he transformed into a monster himself, with long gryphon wings and sharp horns from his head—a hulking muscular body and legs filled with thick scales and black hooves. Bang! The orc stepped forward, his heart burning with passion and desire as he bellowed with a demonic and distorted voice. "I am the Sovereign of Dread, foul Daemons. This is MY world! Return to your wasteland to rot, or DIE!" He was a manticore, the only male manticore ever to exist. He fights not for power. Not for glory! Alistair "Raven" Granbell fights only for his beloved women and because he LOVES to fight the strong and crush them under his axe Mor'vaal and prove he deserves his Dread Sovereign title. Dread Sovereign is exclusively published on Webnovel.com.