Some Interesting Romantic

Before becoming the feared Supervisor of Hell, he once walked the earth—silent, deadly, and broken. Betrayed and slain, he returns not just for revenge... but to prove he's still sane. He devoured hell before he ruled it. Now, returned to earth, he hides behind an angelic face—and a promise: “Trust me, I am sane.” Devourer of hell-Elarion Crimsonveil (17 Y)son of Herus Le Crimsonveil, the family of duke on top of pyramid only below king Euras Ian Astirhall . Trained to be a assassin, he has 2 older step brother Sirus Crimsonveiland Rior Crimsonveil**{They only share father , but all have different mothers} and thousands of adopted sons his father adopted to train them as assassin for his military, they are those who have vowed their loyalty to the duchy -by consent? No way. The youngest who grew up in a horrendous atmosphere created by his father for unknown reason, a dream that changes his life, he who wants to be free and doesn’t care whether people die or live, the coldhearted Crimsonveil –A silent hunter-Predator or so on. But is there all it is or it’s just a tip of Iceberg. Elarion van Crimsonveil or the devourer from hell read it to find out how he despite struggling continues to climb for his success. A story filled with excitement, development and mysteries is going to be unfolding in front of you. About this novel: You won't regret reading it, it got everything. The mc is strong cold calculating want revenge yet hilarious and enjoys every moment. Kind of like split personality (not really but seems like) He loves cruelty but rational rarely but yes. Not a simp no Ntr or yuri Harem(maybe or maybe not) if I decide an Harem there will be only 2 or 3 girls max.

In a world of killers and mercenaries, love floats in the air. Warm and intoxicating. It's like sweet and delicious poison. And all are affected. Isn't that wonderfully terrible? Aster is a mercenary(maybe not for forseeable future). He's a famed hire. Somewhat of a myth, he's immensely strong(and cheap for how busted he is). However, while good enough to stand with superhumans, he's known for one thing specifically. He is hard to kill. Maybe lucky, maybe cursed, maybe simply different, he scrapes by each time. Though, one day on a rescue mission(he's placed to search and disturb), he meets this assassin sent to absolutely kill him. Their fists like titanium and expression empty. Destruction granted grace. One thought goes through his head. "Beautiful."

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."

Join the group of incompetent idiots that go by the names of Roufail, Tempest and Leo on their slice of life story. Their friend group? Too big. Their combined IQ? Room temperature. Their experiences? Based on real events. -------------------------------------- Author: Roufail Editors: Leo & Tempert Oliver: Oliver

Sheng Yiqing said she didn't want to get married. Chen Zhuan thought as he kissed her, who wouldn't? But later Sheng Yiqing regretted it and said, "In fact, we can have a very new kind of marriage." "How new can it be?" Chen Zhuan thought. "We only enjoy the benefits and don't take on the responsibilities." "Isn't that like playing?" "Yeah." Sheng Yiqing said, "We can't let marriage trample on us. Listen, let's tear up the certificate and go and trample on marriage in person!

"We will see Naradiaz as he struggles with the consequences of the revolution, while the meta-humans wage the final war. At the same time, he will have to discover who he truly is as he tries to stop the war. (This takes place after this is not life .)"What if your life was only part of a written story? For sleeping gods? The universe restarts from time to time... but this time something went wrong. An enemy hidden between lines pulls the strings, corrupts births, manipulates gods and destroys from within. While heroes of the past fall, others resurface in new lives. While some want to save the world, others want to understand why it exists. And in the middle of everything... A war between narratives, concepts and free will explodes in every sphere, in every corner of the universe. * Divine armor, powers that erase existence, cosmic betrayals, and reincarnations that are repeated as if they were eternal punishments. # This is not just a story. It's the fight of a whole Universe for not being written again.

Synopsis: Demian Maxwell is the Crown Prince to the Grove Kingdom and an alpha. It's his first year at Oakswood Academy and a certain beta has garnered his attention, but why does Ophelia Rosewood keep popping up when he least expects it? Remi Sato is a renowned name in the science community, and this famous herbologist is starting his first year at Oakswood Academy. But this boy has a secret, and lots of them. He is secretly the omega prince, Remington Arlow and a reincarnated soul who just wants to be with his favorite otome game character. Excerpt: Remi looked at him in confusion. Demian saw the moment that Remi realized what he wanted when Remi's face turned a brilliant shade of scarlet, matching his beautiful pink eyes which seemed a tad darker than they were just moments before. "You-" Remi started, his words dying out. Demian pointed to his still open mouth, uncaring of how undignified he looked at the moment. This was something he needed, a peaceful, uncaring day with a beautiful beta to tease to get his mind off the nightmares he had recently been plagued with. Remi chewed on his bottom lip in contemplation. Before Demian could tell Remi that he was only teasing him, Remi picked up a fork and speared a piece of fish on the tines. With a red face, Remi raised the fork up until it was even with Demian's mouth, his hand under the fork to catch the food if it fell. Demian's eyes widened minutely but he refused to pass up the opportunity that was given to him. He leaned forward and took the piece of fish between his teeth, sliding it off the utensil. A rich, nutty flavor with a sweet sugary taste coated his tongue pleasantly. "This is really good," Demian said after swallowing his food. "I'm excited to try other dishes made by you." Remi flushed crimson once again. It was interesting to see such contrasting reactions out of him. One minute, Remi could be daring and confident, and in the next he could be timid and shy. "How about some vegetables this time?" Demian once again opened his mouth. A salty, leafy taste filled his senses this time. The salt wasn't overpowering and it brought out the natural flavors of the mixed vegetables that included asparagus and carrots. Remi lowered the utensils and looked away. "You have two perfectly good hands, feed yourself," he mumbled. The back of his ears and neck were tinged red. *This a teen-fantasy-romance novel set in the omegaverse.*

I’ll write this fucker in a hot minute don’t be worrying. The cover art is not mine if the artist would like me to take it down please contact me.

*A slow-burn fantasy romance. The weak to strong tale of a peasant on the path of finding the love he deserves. Most romance novels focus on the woman's perspective, but what about the heroes of these stories?* NOT HAREM Synopsis: Being the son of a romance author has put unrealistic ideas in Henry's head. Despite his bad luck of being born a peasant, he can't help daydreaming whenever he sees a knight in shining armor riding away with a beautiful lady. Someone like him isn't supposed to be anything but a stable hand - working hard until his last breath just like his father. So why does he feel so compelled to seek out a life much greater than he could ever hope for? He wonders what the view will look like from the top, but he won't know until he gets there!

a story i'm trying to make with the help of an ai story maker, love it, hate it can't care. this is my first time making a story and i'm sorry for any inconsistency that might appear

“Born beneath a sky that bled white lightning, with stars falling like tears of the cosmos. The heavens called him cursed. The world called him doomed. But they will come to know him by another name—Heaven’s Seizer.” Tian Yi was cursed at birth—shunned by the world and hunted by powerful sects. At sixteen, he uncovers fragmented celestial memories and discovers that the Heavens have already betrayed him. Now, he refuses to kneel. With a broken guardian mentor and a heart full of vengeance, Tian Yi vows: “If the Heavens won’t grant me power, I will seize it!” Pursued by the myriads of races,demons, gods, betrayal, and forbidden secrets—can he break fate’s chains and claim the Heavenly Mandate for himself?

College vibes of love

Synopsis – Mirrored Minds: The Game Beneath Her Smile In a city where silence screams and every smile hides a weapon, a brilliant but broken 15-year-old boy becomes entangled with a mysterious older girl hiding her own monsters. Love becomes war. Lies become truth. As their minds dance between manipulation and vulnerability, one question remains: is he saving her—or becoming her reflection? A psychological thriller where emotions are traps, and every move rewrites the story.

Aurelian stood in front of the cracked mirror, breathing hard. His hands shook, not from exhaustion-but from memory. Memory that wasn't his. The shard in his palm pulsed again. The vision unfurled, slow and cruel: A twilight sky. A god on his knees. A voice-broken and desperate-"If this is what it takes to save you, then curse me. Bind me. I'll pay it, Caelum. Just don't leave me again." And then, that face-Caelum's face-terrible in its beauty, streaked with tears made of starlight. "You don't understand," Caelum had whispered. "The curse won't just save you, Aurelian. It will remember you. And so will I. Forever." The memory tore away. Aurelian staggered back. He had asked for it. He had begged. And Caelum had obeyed-not out of cruelty, but out of love. He looked down at the mirror shard now glowing in his palm, veins of silver running through it like lightning. His voice was raw. "Say my name again." The mirror flickered. A voice-far away, trembling-answered. "Aurelian." And for the first time in centuries, something inside him broke. He fell to his knees, choking on grief and fury and something deeper. "You loved me enough to damn me."

Starfire: The top assassin feared by all and with a side hobby as an anonymous hacker who no one knew about- not even the organisation she worked for. Who would have thought she was the short, always-smiling, blonde girl that seemed to have no care in life and was always just looking for fun? And yes, if you are wondering "was?" That's because she died. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- [So yes, you are dead. I am a system who helped you and now you will be going from world to world to complete quests and-] The system was cut off from its listings as Starfire laughed. "Really?~ That sounds like a lot of fun. I accept!" She said with a grin that took the system aback. [But I didn't even...] "Mhm?" She rose a brow and the system just went silent, deciding to sulk in its mind instead. {She didn't even allow me to tell her the reward she gets after...} If it could, it would have gone to a dark corner in the space to crouch there and sulk. {I couldn't even brag about myself and how powerful I am to bring her from the dead...} ------------------------------------------------------------------------- Join Starfire as she journeys on... just for fun. Oh right, I almost forgot! The "Head" is also trying to get her to attain something and a mysterious person appeared who might be her friend or foe, amused by her behaviour. Be prepared for a dash of humor, action, world-hopping, mystery, and well... fun! Trigger warning: I shouldn't have to say this but there will be mentions of death and dark humor here as is expected in transmigration/reincarnation stories. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ This is my original story and should not be copied. The pictures aren't mine. - Tennyliz.

This is a very simple story, written by me and slightly inspired by the dumb shit that my friend can write! My first book pls dont judge! This story is about some normal dude, being reincarnated in a really dumb and obscure world where nothing really makes sense.

Synopsis: Noa and Ren travel to Paris for an international collaboration with a French production house. Although the title of the trip is “work,” the atmosphere of Paris makes the line between work and feelings increasingly blurry. The city is beautiful, romantic, and full of empty spaces that are quickly filled with awkwardness, silence, and new habits as a couple who are not yet dating.

Saik is an expressionless boy who can see ghosts. Yuki is a ghost girl who has always been alone and never had any friends. Saik dreams of becoming the perfect boy his mother wished for, while Yuki just wants to have friends. By helping each other, they’ll both achieve their own dreams. On the other hand, Cristal is a kind girl who has no interest in love—until Saik saves her, sparking a romantic curiosity toward him and stirring jealousy in little Yuki. "W-wait… am I in love with Saik?" Unknowingly, Saik has managed to win the hearts of two girls (and a few others), though he remains completely oblivious. With two goals in mind, Yuki will do whatever it takes to make them happen: "You’ll fall in love with me, and I’ll make you smile, Saik!"

She’s a bossy arms dealer born from bloodlines and enchantments. He’s a cold mafia king haunted by a curse. She wants soft love—on her terms. He never believed in love—until her. In a world of bullets, magic, and betrayals, they were never meant to fall. But hearts don’t follow rules… and neither do they.

Why do I find him interesting?

a story about a handsome man sticking to his beliefs and trying to find his perfect match; a story about a woman who doesn't trust men and has vowed to never date one having a fateful encounter.

"No, I'm not. Can we go to the celebration hall?" "No, we can't. If the Alpha sees us there, we are doomed," I tried to explain to my wolf. "Please, Ava, just a look and we will be back." "Can we not go? We can use this opportunity to run away," I asked in a pleading tone, but she didn't respond and just retreated back to my head. I sighed and considered running into the woods, but I shook my head against it and went down the path that leads to the pack house. "Thank you, Ava," my wolf whispered, and I nodded.Despite the chaos in my heart over going to the pack house, I made the effort for my wolf. She was broken, and I couldn't bear to hurt her feelings, especially since this was the first thing she had asked of me. Upon arriving at the pack house, I was astonished by its beauty. The ladies were adorned in stunning gowns, and the men looked dapper in formal attire. I was impressed and found myself excited to explore. "See, isn't it fun?" my wolf remarked. "Yeah, sure," I replied eagerly, wandering around instead of hiding. "Ouch," I bumped into someone and fell. The room fell silent, and as I looked up, I met the angry face of Alpha Maximus Darkwood. My face paled, realizing this could be my last day.

The first spark of her power flickered in the dark, a pulse of heat beneath her skin that Mia could neither name nor tame. Unbeknownst to her, it was a beacon—a siren’s call to creatures of scale and flame who had scoured centuries for her kind. In a world where dragons were both myth and menace, Mia danced under a moon-kissed night, her laughter weaving through the thrum of a mortal club, unaware that her blood sang of ancient witchcraft, of a lineage so rare it could birth empires or ruin them. And in the shadows, two men watched: one who would betray her for power, and another, a beast of fire and hunger, who would claim her for something far more dangerous—love.