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The Side Character: I'm not the Female Lead

I was nothing special. A shut-in. A chubby, ordinary girl who blended into the background like a shadow. Easy to ignore. Easier to mock. The world never ran out of ways to remind me I didn’t belong. Cruel jokes in hallways. Laughter that followed me home. Words sharper than blades, carving deeper than bruises ever could. Bit by bit, I shrank into myself until there was nothing left but silence and the weight of my own loneliness. That night, I decided I’d had enough. The chair creaked under me. The rope swayed above. My room was still, suffocating, as if the world didn’t care whether I breathed or not. And maybe it didn’t. Then—music. It came from the neighbor’s stereo, muffled through the thin walls. A single voice cutting into the darkness. A voice that shouldn’t have reached me, but did. Strong. Raw. Alive. It wrapped around me like a hand pulling me back from the edge. The lyrics told me not to hide my light. That even if it flickered, it still burned. I gasped, stumbling from the chair, clutching my chest as though those words had physically struck me. Tears blurred my vision, but for the first time in forever, they weren’t from pain—they were from something I thought I’d lost. Hope. That voice saved me. His voice. Eric. The lead singer of AUREA—the boyband that would one day become gods in the music world. To me, he wasn’t just an idol. He was my lifeline. And then . . . years later, when he died, the world mourned. I mourned. The one who saved me, the reason of my life, was gone, ripped from life far too soon. I thought it was over. But fate had other plans. One desperate wish, one shattered night, and when I opened my eyes—I was ten years in the past. Before the world knew AUREA. Before Eric was swallowed by fame. Before his voice was silenced forever. I’m just Emy—ordinary, clumsy, and invisible to most. But this time . . . it’s my turn. Eric saved me once. Now, I’ll save him. No matter what it takes.
MiuNovels · 87.1k Views

Reclaimed By My Ex-husband

“I want a divorce,” Nathaniel said with no emotions. I was shocked at how callus he could be. I didn’t get a chance to tell him about my pregnancy. After five years of marriage, I still couldn't warm his heart. I understood I would never be able to replace my sister in his heart. “Fine. Let’s divorce then.” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I, Zara Moore, married my brother-in-law to fulfil my dying sister’s last wish. I poured my heart into this marriage, cared for him, and loved his son like my own, hoping that one day, he might return my feelings. It was only my wishful thought. I ended up being killed in my past life. Reborn, I could see the truth clearly. To him, I was a promise he made to his first love. Tired of being just an obligation, I decided to leave him and not tell him about the child in my womb. But with tearful eyes, he pleaded for one more chance. ~~~~~~~~~~~ “Don’t bring up divorce,” Nathaniel growled, his cold gaze fixed on me. “I am done with this emotionless marriage,” I retaliated. "What about the promise you made?" He hissed, squeezing my arm. I gritted my teeth. “I tried to warm your heart for five years, but I failed. I don’t want to keep doing this.” His expression changed, his eyes pleading. “Give me a chance. I’ll make up to you.” I stared at him, stunned. He clearly didn’t love me. Why was he unwilling to let me go? ~~~~~~~~~~ You can check my other books. Accidentally Married to Mr. Billionaire - Completed The Billionaire's Sick Wife - Completed Temptation of Billionaire's Secret Lover: A tale of love and revenge - Completed. The Contract Bride of Mr. Reid - completed. My Ex-Husband Begged Me to Take Him Back - completed Married To My Ex's Brother, Reborn Miraculously - Ongoing, daily updated
Angelica2511 · 879.4k Views

Beauty and the Warlords: A Tale of Seduction

Between these pages lies a tale that winds time back 2,000 years to the fractured realm of ancient China, where warlords carve empires with blood-soaked blades. Amid the chaos, the ethereal beauty Diao Chan dances on the edge of destiny. Bound by loyalty to the cunning minister Wang Yun—who has tasted her forbidden allure and knows the power of her dancer's grace—she becomes a weapon of seduction in a deadly plot to topple the tyrannical Dong Zhuo. With her charm and wits, Diao Chan bends to the brute warlord's insatiable lust, while stoking the fierce desire of Lü Bu, the mightiest warrior of the age and Dong Zhuo's adoptive son. Like a fragile petal adrift on a storm of dangerous kisses and forbidden caresses, she drives a wedge between them, crumbling their once-unbreakable alliance. But as passion ignites a blaze too fierce to douse, Diao Chan treads a perilous path where every touch could be her last. In this treacherous game of lust and betrayal, will their desires become her salvation—or her doom? This is a tale unashamedly erotic, a plunge into the raw and the sensory—the brush of a lover's breath, the sting of a stolen look, the pulse of bodies locked in ecstasy. Each scene burns bright, unsparing in its detail, crafted for those who crave the taste of desire, who seek to drown in its primal rhythm. Yet, it turns from the brutality that stains tales of war, trading slaughter for seduction. If you hunger for the clash of armies, this book may leave you wanting—here, chaos blooms from lust, not blades. A warning: if the unveiled dance of love and longing unsettles you, if the naked pulse of pleasure feels too bold, turn back. But if you ache to feel every sigh and shudder laid bare, to witness power and passion entwine in an ancient embrace, then enter. Let this story seize your senses and draw you into its sultry depths.
Jade_Vesper · 4.9k Views