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Rozenfall: Romance and Ruin

Xian lived his days doing what he loved, conquering the dating sim game he played with a touch of tragedy again and again looking for a way romance to one character. But, just when he reached what seemed to be the prelude of the route he wanted, it turns out that was the end of it as the game rolled the credits. "What!? Are you kidding me?" Indignant and was almost about to smash his laptop, an email notification plastered itself on the screen which caught his attention. If this were a novel, then he knew too well what happens next when something like that pops up. And he was right. Apparently some entities that were watching him got touched by his dedication. But still, he did a grave sin of not taking care of his body which caused him to die. As a compromise, the entities decided to punish him, by making him relieve doing what he loved. Transmigrating him in the game world he loved so much, to accomplish what he left unfinished and reach ‘the end’ he wanted to witness. But his first day didn’t went so well, as just minutes into reincarnation his vision already spun. He had been beheaded. By the orders of the very same character he was trying to save. That was his first regression. “Damn bitch.” He spat out of habit right in front of her. It was a habit he developed whenever he got frustrated with her character. He was beheaded once more, then came his second regression again. No Updates on Saturday and Sunday, 3-5 Chapters a Week. Also available on ScribbleHub and RoyalRoad!
Yuzai_Rearu · 23.4K Views

Trapped in a Romance Game, Destined to Save the World

Cynthia has entered a romance game that is not yet online. In the beginning, she was offered to the Bloods as a “gift” from the human nobility, and became a test subject for the madman's ancestor. --No first embrace, no bloodline, but she survives. The system is asleep, the plot has deviated, the NPCs are all at risk, and even the original “male protagonists” are not following the script. Cynthia wakes up under the cold gaze of the blood nobles, trying to stay alive while carefully weaving an identity for herself. She has no clan, no background, and no one to cling to. But everyone knew that she was the one who was “made” by the hand of the originator. In the blood world, the first name represents the lineage, the last name represents the belonging. And there is only one “Cynthia”. --Cynthia. The eternal ancestor in the tower remained silent, and the system indifferently prompted her: “If you want to pass the level, please destroy the Bloods.” Cynthia: “...... Why don't you go try?” She decided not to pass the level and live first. And so-- The nobles found out that this young girl of unknown origin refused to submit to any clan, yet step by step she took control of the discourse. She belonged to no one, yet everyone could not ignore her. ⸻ [You think she's human? “No, she's the most dangerous variable in the blood world.” [Do you think she's going to raid the male lead?] “No, the male lead failed in his attempt to raid her and was nearly killed in return.” [You think she's a Toolman? “No, she's the exception that the system wouldn't even dare to predict.” -- “I am no one's heir.” “I only represent myself.”
CLAAA · 4K Views

Fleeting romance

"Ah... Stop, Malik," she whispered, her voice filled with a mix of ecstasy and resistance. Her involuntary moans cut through the darkness enveloping them. Her wrists were pinned against the sofa, and his lips traveled slowly across her neck, each kiss igniting a fiery desire within him. "Did you think you could toy with my feelings and then simply flee?" he growled, his voice raspy with an intensity that even surprised him. His arm wrapped tightly around her, while she struggled to suppress her reactions, closing her eyes against the bittersweet torment of his kisses. "What we had was nothing but a fleeting love," she murmured defiantly, her words fueling his need. He pressed his lips forcefully against hers, deepening the kiss as he explored her mouth with an insatiable hunger. Her lips were a forbidden delight, but she fought against him, knowing this was a mistake. As she pulled away, he reclaimed her lips, consumed by his obsession. "Fleeting love?" he whispered urgently into her ear, tracing her skin and sending shivers down her spine. "I have your name engraved in my heart—your voice, your lips, our first night, every moment." With a gentle move, he unclasped her bra, the straps falling beneath her top. "Forget me? I'm doing us both a favor. I have a life; you already have a fiancé—" Her words were silenced by his finger softly brushing her lips. "It's already called off," he declared. "I will never let go of the gift that you are. You are mine, always and forever. No other man will ever have you, or he’ll face my wrath." "What could possibly stop me if not death itself? I will never cease to chase and love you, my dearest wife," he vowed, tightening his embrace. As her eyes widened, she realized the depth the obsession she had unknowingly nurtured. She pondered the chain of events leading her to this inevitable fate, a consequence of one small act of kindness spiraling into a consuming obsession.
Xteris · 1.5K Views
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