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The Love of Imperatrix

Devanshi_Rathod
***This is the BOOK 1 under the QUESTIONABLE SERIES*** {VOLUME ONE COMPLETED} (Currently under editing) __________________ COPYRIGHT NOTICE: @ All Rights Reserved. No portion of this publication may be reproduced, copied, stored, transmitted, adapted, translated, or distributed in any form or by any means, including but not limited to electronic, digital, or online media, without the prior written consent of the author. Unauthorized use, duplication, or dissemination of any part of this work will constitute a violation of copyright law and may result in legal action. ___________________ BLURB: ___________________ He’s the last man she’d ever fake date. She’s the chaos his control was never built to survive. Danica Clarke doesn’t play by anyone’s rules but her own. She’s a storm in stilettos: flawless, ferocious, and utterly untouchable. A woman who eats boardroom sharks for breakfast and signs multimillion-dollar deals before her morning espresso cools. She built her empire on blood, grit, and brilliance. Love? To her, it’s for the weak-hearted and the dream-drunk, not for women with empires to build. Alfred Brown is Danica’s living contradiction. Infuriatingly charming, disarmingly kind, with a smile capable of thawing the ice in her veins and a soul so golden it borders on blinding. He is everything she mocks and everything she secretly aches for. A romantic in a world of cynics. A whisper of poetry against her hard-edged pragmatism. When a fake-dating scheme throws them together, sparks don’t just fly, they ignite. Every glance becomes a provocation, every touch a challenge, and every deception sold to the world feeds a truth neither can outrun. Heat builds, tennsion breaks, and the distance between wanting and needing collapses. Because sometimes, the last person you’d ever fall for…is the one who makes you fall the hardest. ____________________________ Author's Note: Hey lovely readers! First of all, THANK YOU for choosing this story. I’m beyond excited to share Danica and Alfred’s wild, fiery, emotional journey with you. Yes, English isn't my first language, and some early chapters might be a little rough around the edges—but please hang in there! The heart of the story is what matters, and I promise you—it gets juicier, funnier, and deeper as you go. Follow me on Instagram for updates & behind-the-scenes fun: @quillfame_29 DISCLAIMER: THE IMAGES IN THE COVER AND THE IDEA IS TAKEN FROM THE PINTEREST, AND IT BELONGS TO ORIGINAL CREATOR. THE COVER PAGE WAS THEN MODIEFIED USING ONLINE TOOLS.
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The Dark Prince's Lover

The dance ended with a final, graceful spin. Lord Greyson released Dydra with a courteous smile, his admiration lingering in his eyes as he gave a slight bow. “A pleasure, as always,” he said lightly. Dydra returned the smile out of habit, though her thoughts were already elsewhere. She gave a small excuse and stepped away, her gaze drifting across the ballroom as if searching for something—someone. But whatever she sought, she did not find. A faint frown creased her brows. Without another word, she turned and slipped out of the ballroom, heading toward the quiet of the garden. The cool night air should have calmed her. It didn’t. “You’re letting other men touch you?” The voice came from behind her—low, unhurried… almost lazy. But Dydra’s entire body reacted instantly. A sharp shiver ran through her. She didn’t need to turn to know who it was. That voice carried something unmistakable beneath its calm surface—something restrained. Something dangerous. “I—it’s not—” Her voice broke mid-sentence. Panic tightened her throat as cold sweat formed along her skin. “Need I remind you,” he continued evenly, each word measured, “who you belong to?” The calmness was the most terrifying part. Not anger. Not shouting. Just control—tight, absolute control. Dydra parted her trembling lips again, but no sound came. Her mind went blank. Then suddenly— A hand closed around her waist. Firm. Possessive. Her breath caught as her eyes squeezed shut on instinct, her body going still. “Dydra,” his voice dropped to a whisper, closer now. “Who do you belong to?”
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Douluo: Pill Martial Spirit

Ye Tian transmigrated to the Douluo world. Awakening a Pill Spirit, he became an unprecedented support-type Soul Master with Innate Full Spirit Power. Taken as a disciple by Bi Bi Dong, he met his childhood friend Qian Renxue. Overpowered Spirit Rings and miraculous Pills. The young Pill King rapidly gained fame! Several years later. The Marrow Cleansing Elixir expelled impurities and enhanced his physique, forging an innate body! Breaking through to Spirit Saint, his Domain Awakened. The evolution of the Flawless Nascent Pill brought infinite possibilities... One pill preserved youth, one pill saved lives, one pill annihilated an entire clan! The Yin-Yang Reversal Pill made Tang San and his master tremble with fear! Enhancing Innate Soul Power, promoting Spirit Evolution, creating Titled Experts... The entire continent echoed with the name of Pill Saint! Factions in the Soul Master world sold all their possessions, yet a single pill remained hard to obtain. Faced with mountains of gold and silver, Spirit Bones and Spirit Beasts, status and beauties, Ye Tian paid them no heed. He lacked none of these—he only sought to become a god! But gradually, Ye Tian realized he might have underestimated his potential. The Flawless Nascent Pill already held infinite possibilities! God of Food? He no longer cared! One day in the future. Tang San stared wide-eyed as Ye Tian arrived riding a sword. "Wasn't your Spirit a pill? How can you be this strong?!" "Isn't a Golden Pill still a pill?" Beneath an Auspicious Cloud, Ye Tian replied thus. "Golden Pill?!" Tang San froze, completely breaking down as he cursed. "Damn you! Cheater!" "A Golden Pill enters my belly, my fate lies in my hands, not heaven's!" "This might be an exaggeration in other worlds. But sorry, this is Douluo." "From today onward, I am the First Golden Pill of the Douluo universe!"
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