tragedy

They say the Harrington heir was born under spring blossoms, a child promised a life of effortless beauty, sheltered fortune, and a world that would bow at his feet. They say he grew beneath chandeliers and marble halls, untouchable, unshakeable, and unbearably charmed. They say his fiancée fled from him— and that nothing in his life had ever truly denied him until the day she left. But that is only what they say. In the quiet spaces between rumor and truth, something else stirs: a night that tore the velvet from his world. A silence that settled into the walls of a mansion now too large for one heart. A shift so violent that no one who knew the heir before could recognize the man who returned. Now the blossoms outside the Harrington estate have begun to fall out of season— soft, soundless, and wrong. Whispers coil through the corridors of industry and power. Servants walk a little faster when dusk arrives. Doors stay locked that once stood open. And somewhere in the vast house, someone counts their breaths in the dark, wondering when the ghosts in the mirrors began to look back. The new chairman has taken his throne. The world watches, enthralled and terrified. But behind the closed gates of the Harrington estate, where petals gather like pale confessions on the stone steps— nothing is as it appears. Nothing at all.

She was captivating. Milk white curls that danced idly down her back, wide golden eyes that sat perfectly on her face. Ezel Ifan, the gem of the Villarreal Kingdom. The protagonist of the novel I read so many years ago, the savior of this world. Her soft laugh, the thin fingers that elegantly danced across the hairs on his arms. Her every move was ethereal, she was ethereal and the man holding her so protectively close knew that more than anybody else. Adonis Villarreal, the cold-blooded king who turned warm at the mere sight of her. A god among men, from his unnatural physique and strength to his impeccable intelligence. He was a threat to every couple, his looks not helping his case. Bronzed skin, thick black hair accompanied by mint gemstones for eyes. How clear of a fit the two were for one another. Adonis bent his head down next to her ears, whispering a secret that tainted her face scarlet. Her arms brushed over her unnaturally large belly. Seven months pregnant now. How wonderful. The polite chuckles of nobles, the clinking of wine glasses... everything seemed perfect until a blood-curdling scream silenced it all. Ezel's once pristine dress was ruined by something thick and red. Eyes wide with horror, her head turned up to the man she loved, only to be met with crazed and frightened eyes. The room was instantly filled with commotion and movement. A woman gasped in horror, something hit the marble floor. Just like that, the Villareal Kingdom lost their queen and Adonis, his lover and unborn child. Joan was reincarnated into a novel she read when she was a college student as an unknown character, Emoria Leonidas, after committing suicide. The timing of her reincarnation was strange. The villainess, who was her character's sister, was already dead and all the obstacles were erased. The protagonists were expecting their first child and the kingdom was prospering. Everything seemed fine and Emoria decided to live her second life reflecting on her previous one with the riches she has now inherited as the daughter of a duke. That is until the beloved protagonist lost her life to a miscarriage. "...Father, what are you saying?" "Emoria, the kingdom needs a queen and I need a new political standing in the court after your sister (The Villainess) was killed. Think of all the riches and power we can have?!" Just like that, I was sent as a sacrifice for my father and my idle life ended. Thrown to the wolves, how can I survive in a story that was meant for another woman? How can I survive when the mere sight of me makes my husband tremble with disgust? In my first life and this one, why do the gods want me to suffer?

The heavens decided to throw away one of their precious relics. An ancient cursed sword, its former user was the goddess of hell. They didn't need it anymore; she was in hell; they were in heaven. The realm which the sword was banished to, was Earth. A young girl stumbled upon it after the sword landed. Without realizing, she took the curse of the sword. Forever tenting her soul with an insatiable malice

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Ten years after leaving the Philippines, Jasper Jean 'Jay-Jay' Mariano has built an empire in New York — SE Corp, named after the class that once changed her life. Powerful, disciplined, and untouchable, she hides a past that still burns within her heart. When fate brings Mark Keifer Watson, her first and only love, back into her world as a business partner, the walls she built begin to crumble. Old promises resurface, buried emotions awaken, and secrets from her childhood return to haunt her. In a world of power, guilt, and redemption, Jay must decide whether to let her past define her — or to finally embrace the love she once ran away from. A story of strength, forgiveness, and the unbreakable bond that time could never erase.

Amid schemes, lies, and haunting mysteries, IAM must tread carefully through a world where reality bends and curses linger. One misstep, and he risks slipping into nothingness, consumed by shadows beyond comprehension. Powerless against beings of terrifying strength, IAM must uncover the truth. He doesn't know who or what he is. But something does—and it's watching... This is the a tale of suffering, of betrayal, death and mystery... of someone who shouldn’t matter—yet somehow does. From blood-soaked ruins to horrifying creatures, from lies to strange truths, he will walk a path no one understands… not even him. And when he finally learns the truth— The world may wish he never had. **I upload twice a day. ** ** please add it to your collection even if you don't read it now, it will be very much appreciated. ** **because the synopsis doesn't say a lot, read my review down below for more information. **

In the cold, calculating metropolis of Bharatavarsha, ten-year-old Aryan Kumar is a ghost, driven solely by the metallic taste of poverty and the sound of the rain flooding his mother's life. His escape is the DHARA system—a brutal corporate gauntlet disguised as a school. Aryan chooses the B&M Domain, plunging into a relentless world of financial duels and strategic combat. But the pressure doesn't crush him; it awakens him. The sheer force of his desperation fractures his mind, triggering a terrifying, cold talent—his "Other Side." An instinct for market analysis and strategic execution so precise, it’s not human. He rises like a hurricane, leaving wreckage and genius in his wake. But the corporate battleground is only the surface. His anomalous talent creates ripples in the unseen world. There are ancient, commanding forces working within the heights of DHARA—officers whose eyes read not market data, but fates—and they have detected the strange resonance of Aryan’s mind. They know the depths of his power are not of this world, and they intend to claim the terrifying engine he has become. Will the boy who learned to see the future of money lose his own soul in the process?

"Vincent… can you promise me something?" The words had slipped out of me in a whisper, thin and shaky like they were barely holding themselves together. He had nodded immediately, without a second of hesitation. "Anything." I swallowed, tasting blood and salt. "If something happens to me… promise me you'll find the love of your life. Your true mate. And that you'll love her the way you loved me." For a heartbeat, he didn't react. Then his face darkened...like a storm breaking over the ocean. "I take my fucking words back." "Vincent…" I had tried again, but he cut me off. "No." His voice had cracked. "Don't you fucking dare ask me that. You think I had a choice in loving you? You think I could just walk away and hand my heart to someone else like it's replaceable?" His chest rose and fell hard. His eyes glistened, but the tears refused to fall. "Ella, my heart belonged to you the moment you breathed my name for the first time. It's yours. You fucking ruined it for anyone else." He leaned closer, gripping the rails of my hospital bed like he needed to anchor himself or he'd break apart. "You tied your soul to mine the second I marked you as mine. And if you think I'd ever let another woman touch what belongs to you, then you didn't know me at all." "Vincent…" My voice had trembled, but he kept going, breath shaking with every word. "But nothing." His jaw clenched so tightly it looked painful. " I would've cut off my own damn hand before I ever wore a ring that made me someone else's husband instead of yours." He lowered his forehead to mine, his breath warm and trembling. "You are going to get better and you will get out of this bed and go home with me." His words felt like he was trying to assure both of us despite knowing that the chances of that happening were barely there but I found myself nodding at his words..._

I sold my future to a stranger to save my family from ruin. The price? A one-year marriage contract with billionaire Alexander Vance..a man as cold as he is devastatingly handsome. He gets a wife to secure his inheritance; I get the money to clear our debts. No emotions, no strings, no messy feelings. But our carefully constructed world shatters when two lines appear on a pregnancy test. The rules of our contract are clear: no children. Now, I’m carrying a secret that could destroy us both. He married me for a business deal, but can I dare to hope he’ll want this baby… and want me?

I'm really so very angry right now! That little bitch actually had the nerve to sit right on your dad's lap in front of me while wearing such a super slutty outfit and she even dared to challenge me directly! I knew it all along! It turns out your dad hasn't been coming home these past few days because he's been completely seduced by this little slut! Mom kept pacing back and forth in the living room, absolutely furious. Then she grabbed a whip and lashed it really hard across the bitch's ass. The bitch groaned loudly, and a bright red welt quickly appeared on her buttocks.

WARNING!!! -Explicit and Dark Romance- For years after Livana lost her sight, she lived in the gilded cage of her family’s expectations—engaged to the man chosen for her, confined to the shadows while he managed the empire her mother left behind. But blindness didn’t make her powerless. She heard everything. The whispers in the other room. The treachery in her fiancé’s voice. The betrayal woven into every conversation with her cousin, all caught by the devices she secretly planted. She had a plan to escape—one she’d crafted meticulously. Until her sister proposed something far more dangerous. Involve the Blackwells. Their family’s most hated rivals. The ones Livana had been raised to despise. And the man her sister suggested? *Damon Blackwell.* The arrogant bastard who had tormented her since childhood. The same man she’d once—*against her better judgment*—ended up in bed with after being drugged and set up. The idea was reckless. Madness. But the thought of burning her engagement to Knox to the ground, of watching her father and stepmother’s fury as she tied herself to their enemy? Delicious. What she didn’t expect was Damon’s obsession. He was ruthless. Unhinged. Exactly what she should have anticipated from the heir to the Blackwell mafia. But Livana was no damsel. If he thought he could control her, he was wrong. She had her own games to play. And this time, she wouldn’t be the one losing.

HI, So I guess I should greet you, or should I greet the energy behind you first? So I am Adi, who can see spirits since childhood, and I was not pretty proud about that fact, but surely now it is my life, so a greater kind of mess is about to happen in my life.

In a world veiled in enigma. Ruled by distant gods and eldritch entities had its story set in stone. An ode began to form. It wasn't in the concept that flourish instantly. No, it is in the figure of a woman whose identity was that of an ordinary secretary working for an unincorporated company. Would you like to see a new perspective and begin to love the 'Original' once more? How far would you cross between the border of a canon and a fiction? "Lord of Mysteries: Goddess of Origin."

Mia Izabelle never asked for a second chance—especially not in the body of a villainess. At thirty, Mia awakens in the world of a tragic novel, inhabiting the body of the infamous younger daughter of a powerful tycoon family. Known for her cruelty and arrogance, the original "Mia" was loathed by all—her four older brothers, her ex-fiancé, and the very world that once revolved around her. With one catastrophic mistake looming that could ruin her family's name forever, the new Mia is determined to right the wrongs and change her fate. But redemption doesn’t come easy. Haunted by the original Mia’s past, Mia faces hatred, suspicion, and betrayal from those who should have loved her most. Her domineering CEO first brother, Martin, despises her for firing the woman he once loved. Matteo, the cold and brilliant neurosurgeon, secretly poisons her, believing she caused the death of his girlfriend. Mikael, the unforgiving ex-soldier turned police officer, throws her into jail on false charges. And Mike—her beloved twin—turns away from her in favor of Lilianna, the "real" daughter who reappears like a vision of grace and perfection. As Mia endures poverty, isolation, and heartbreak, even the men who once held pieces of her heart betray her: -An ex-fiancé who loathe her down to the core. -A childhood friend whose love curdled into resentment. -A neighbor brother and secret crush who left her for his white moonlight. -And the male lead who woos her with sweet lies while plotting with Lilianna behind her back. When she is falsely accused of attempting to harm Lilianna and is nearly sent to prison, her family seals her fate—disowning her and abandoning her to suffer alone. Sick, weak, and slowly dying from poison, Mia collapses in a cold, forgotten room, whispering a prayer no one hears. Until it’s too late. Only when her body begins to fail do the brothers and former lovers uncover the truth. The lies. The betrayals. The manipulations. And their guilt becomes a sentence none of them can escape. But can a heart still learn to beat again after it’s been shattered? Lemon Mulberry is a powerful tale of second chances, unbearable loss, and the fragile hope that lingers even in the darkest moments. For readers who crave redemption arcs that sting, betrayals that scar, and heroines who burn before they bloom—this story will stay with you long after the final page.

Prince Dervlon and Vallowet are like brothers, they help each other often, they talk to each other with a casual tone, and most importantly, they were always together. But the world doesn’t allow it, due to a discriminitive seperation of an old belief system, they were marked by birth as complete opposite of the status chart. As a prince, Dervlon refused to be king, but was determined when he witnessed just how people can be. He wanted to change the lives of the ones that were discriminated, even if the world rejects it, even if his father denied him, even if his eldest brother Servetye if trying to pull something unexpected and stand opposite of him. Will he succeed before he causes chaos to erupt between the people, or will someone come up and challenge his beliefs until there’s only running away?

In a world where destiny weaves its intricate threads, Ross finds himself entangled in a web of fate beyond comprehension. Once a mafia enforcer in his past life, he meets his demise shielding his brother, the reigning mafia king, from a fatal betrayal. But as death claims him, another door opens. Transcending realms, Ross is reborn into the vibrant world of One Piece, armed with the memories of his former life and the knowledge of its canon. However, fate has a cunning twist in store. He awakens within the body of young Rosinante, a noble-hearted soul entwined in the dark machinations of piracy and government corruption. As Ross grapples with this new existence, a tragic turn of events leads to Rosinante's demise, allowing Ross's soul to seamlessly merge with his. Now, armed with his past experiences and the vessel of Rosinante, Ross embraces his chance at redemption and empowerment. Driven by a newfound purpose, Ross sets his sights on aiding his brother, the infamous Donquxote Doflamingo, in his quest to become the true ruler of the One Piece world. Amidst the turbulent seas and the clash of titanic powers, Ross navigates the treacherous waters of politics, betrayal, and warfare. Together with his brother Doffy, Ross/Rosinante must unravel the mysteries of the Grand Line, face off against formidable adversaries, and forge alliances that will shape the very fabric of the world. But as they ascend towards their ultimate goal, shadows from the past loom ominously, threatening to unravel everything he holds dear. In "One Piece : Brotherhood," embark on an epic journey where alliances are tested, loyalties are challenged, and destinies are rewritten. Will Ross help his brother carve his legacy into the annals of history, or will the specters of the past consume him whole? Or does Destiny have something entirely different in play for Ross that he might not even have imagined in his wildest dreams? *************************************************************************************************** Disclaimer: One Piece is a copyrighted work of Eiichiro Oda. This fanfiction is a creative work by Silent_stiele and is not officially affiliated with the One Piece franchise. For exclusive access to advance chapters and more, visit the author's Patreon page at https://www.patreon.com/Silent_stiele. Visit my Discord server for updates on the fanfic https://discord.gg/DecNeDpY

Diane, a 23-year-old resident doctor, dies while trying to save an old man from a burning building. When she opens her eyes again, she finds herself inside her favorite fantasy novel, reborn as Athea Lyselle, a weak and overlooked healer who is engaged to Lord Dravon Kail, heir to the Duke of Ravenforth. Dravon, who is destined to bring ruin to the kingdom. Armed with medical knowledge and Athea's healing power, an unexpected second chance at life, will Diane accept the tragic ending of this sad story, or will she fight against its tides by rewriting it?

What if the person you loved most wasn’t who you thought they were? For ten years, he lived in a bubble of trust, only to discover secrets, lies, and an obsession that transcends reason. When diaries, letters, and hidden truths surface, reality becomes a dangerous game of desire, control, and heartbreak. In a world where love can be both sanctuary and trap, one man must navigate obsession, devotion, and the thin line between passion and peril. Will he escape the heart she thought he knew or fall completely into the ghost of love he can’t resist?

Theia is a broken world — a fragment of a failed cosmic merger, drifting through fractured dimensions. Power is built on chains: slave tattoos and binding contracts that reduce living beasts into weapons of war. Solen Draven has always been different. To him, every creature — from the smallest Servitor to the mightiest King — deserves freedom. His ideals make him a fool in the eyes of his village, until the day he witnesses the slaughter of chained beasts in a human war. That sight changes everything. In the cursed Ruins of Chains, Draven discovers the Genesis Codex — the first of twelve cosmic fragments born at the universe’s creation. With its whispering power, he forges the Bloomscript: a way for humans and beasts to bind freely and share strength without slavery. What begins as quiet defiance grows into open rebellion. Tribes, beast Kings, and outcasts rally behind his cause. But the Dominion and rival empires will not yield. They answer with blood, enslaved Nobles, and weaponized Mutated beasts twisted by anomalies. As wars erupt and Theia trembles, whispers of an ancient Apex resurface — a being said to shape the very laws of existence. When it stirs, the fate of the world will be decided. Will Draven’s ideals bring freedom to Theia, or drag it into ruin?

Every morning, Arin wakes to the same sunrise. The same coffee. The same city that pretends it’s alive. And every evening, he dreams of her — Elara, the girl with the red scarf, standing at the crosswalk that never changes. He remembers loving her. He remembers losing her. But he can’t remember when. Days fold into each other like broken film reels. Time resets, memories blur, and reality starts to decay around him. The people he meets forget him. The world glitches. The clocks tick backward. And at the heart of it all — the only thing that still feels real — is her voice, whispering through the static: “You’re still trying to fix it, aren’t you?”