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A theft disrupts the balance of a city where magic and reality coexist every day. To solve the case, detective Li Zeyang teams up with Lu Shen, a powerful and reclusive mage. Their partnership forms naturally, fueled by mutual respect and quiet curiosity. The bond that follows, however, catches them unprepared. Between investigations, magic, and silences that speak louder than words, they discover that protecting the other becomes an instinct stronger than self-preservation. Because in a world where magic is everywhere, the greatest risk is not losing control—but allowing someone to truly step into your life. A MM urban fantasy romance blending mystery, action, and a bond that grows slow, intense, and inevitable.

Dark romance x mature content x slow burn. ****Blurb***** "Look, I have an Escalade, by the way." Fedora's lips folded. He had no idea what to do with that information, but he figured if he just indulged the man's ego, it would end faster. Faster, my foot. Miguel swallowed hard, his voice dropping to a low, predatory whisper as he leaned in. "All my offers, and any other thing you can wish for... I will get it done." He beat his chest softly, his eyes darkening. "If you can just follow me outside. To the back of my comfy Escalade. It's been a long time since I had a bitch served... in my car." He finished the sentence and swiped his tongue across his lips, biting them with a raw, sexual hunger. He waited for the final reply, already getting high on the thought of cupping that tiny waist with one hand and burying himself in that Chanel-scented skin until the boy pleaded his name in parables. Fedora went stoic. He was completely frozen, the world stopping as the shock and bewilderment hit him like a physical blow. He scoffed in disbelief, his jaw practically hitting the floor. 'Back of the Escalade. Bitches served in a car'. "Me! Fedora!! Bitch!!! Served in the back of a car!!! Unto delicacy!!!! Gosh!!!!!" Fedora muttered, the words replaying in his head like a record skip. A dry, hysterical laugh escaped his lips. Oh, this was the height of it. He wasn't going to stand there and let another man disrespect him. Never. Miguel took another step closer, his head hovering over Fedora's, dominant and sure. The boy hadn't said a word; he was definitely giving in, Miguel thought. He leaned in further, waiting for the "yes" but what came next?! It was, by far, the least expected thing any living human being would have the guts to do to him. Behold, it was no other than a hot, non-withheld, redirective, and resounding SLAP!!!! †††††††† **************** Fedora loved him. Miguel loved him too obsessively. Possessively. To the point where devotion blurred into control. Miguel wanted to be involved in everything that touched Fedora’s life, and he proved, time and again, that he would go against his own will, spill blood, even die if it meant keeping Fedora spoiled, protected, and tethered to him. On the surface, Miguel was everything anyone could dream of. Until Fedora fell so deeply in love that he hit rock bottom and realised the darkness there was too suffocating for both his aesthetic and his sanity. He thought he knew Miguel. He was catastrophically wrong. Fedora had been blind to the beast he let into his heart. The truth comes apart slowly, cruelly: Miguel is the reason Fedora has no family. The reason is that there is no life for him beyond Miguel’s shadow. And worst of all, Fedora had chosen him anyway, his memories erased not by force, but by misplaced devotion. “Pick a gun and empty it into his brain.” The solution sounds simple. It isn’t. Fedora doesn’t know what’s real anymore. He can’t tell if what he shared with Miguel, the man he once humiliated in a bar, the man who later became his lover, was genuine love or a carefully staged performance fueled by manipulation, guilt, and obsession. The cruel irony? Miguel is wrapped around Fedora’s fingers, tight as a rosary around a nun’s hand. And yet, Fedora is still the one trapped. Now he must decide. Will he avenge his family? Will love survive the truth? And if Miguel dies, will it be swift… or slow enough to satisfy the damage left behind? This isn’t a romance. It’s a beautifully brutal descent into love, control, and consequence. Enter at your own risk. ********* . warning!!! Some statements, scenes, and incidents in this book may not sit well with religious readers. [Everything is fictional and not intended to harm or coerce your mind in any way]

Andrea broke up with her girlfriend, ran a red light, and died. Or at least, she thought she did. Instead, she wakes up as the sister of a duke in a world ruled by nobility and bloodlines. Determined to escape this false life, Andrea searches for a way out—until she meets a princess whose gaze lingers a little too long. Something about her makes Andrea stop running. Against her better judgment, she accepts the life she was given. “Okay. Fine. I’ll live as a duke’s sister. How bad would it be?” [Content Warning This story may contain explicit adult content, including violence, killing, bloodshed, and other mature themes. Some chapters may not include specific warnings.] Thank you for reading my book.

“I like you,” he said with a serious expression. “I don’t know what to do, but I really do.” “I’m sorry,” I said softly, “but I don’t feel that way about you. Please give up.” “No.” “…” “You must not have done enough good deeds in your past life. To have someone like me like you… just accept it, because no matter what, I’m not giving up.” “Then I’ll go do some good deeds.” “I’ll take you.” I sighed several times. Since he confessed his love, my life has never been peaceful. If it were anyone else, they would have given up after being rejected so directly, but he wasn’t. He was stubborn, didn’t listen to anyone, and was incredibly self-centered. “I don’t need much. I just want to be by your side.”

They called King Kaelen the most brutal Alpha to ever lead the Black Ridge Pack, until his own blood betrayed him, leaving him to die with thirty-two stabs to the heart. He expected the void of the afterlife. Instead, he wakes up a century later in the body of Linus, the useless third prince of the Blue Moon Kingdom. ​In this new world, Linus is nothing but a decorative pawn, a frail Omega sold to the enemy Emperor Fenrir to stop a war. To the court, Linus is a pathetic sacrifice. To his best friend, Silas, he is a rival who needs to be eliminated. To Fenrir, he is just another malnourished rabbit destined for a cage. ​But they’ve made a fatal mistake. ​The boy they see is a weakling, but the soul inside is a King who refuses to be submissive. Kaelen doesn't want a soft bed or a master; he wants his throne back. As he suppresses his Omega pheromones and unleashes a century-old bloodlust, the Iron Fang Empire realizes that their Omega concubine is actually the most dangerous man in the palace. ​The original Linus is dead. The man who replaced him is a monster in silk robes, and he’s ready to show the world that even in the body of an Omega, a King always rules. ​The Emperor wanted a mate to claim. He’s about to get a partner who might just conquer him instead.

I was meant to stay hidden. They were never meant to find me. Four alphas. All of them forbidden. All of them watching me like they already know what I am. Every look feels dangerous. Every step closer feels wrong. If they touch me, it will break the laws of the Lunar Dominion. If the truth comes out, it will destroy us all. And the worst part is that I might let them do it anyway.

It all started with that one proposal, a deal-turned-bait pulling him into something dark, yet irresistible and inescapable. ____ Ryan Kane is mixed-race, poor, and worst still, in a university where everything screams "silver and gold". He thinks his scholarship and education are his only way to a future better than his present. But this guy's grades aren't helping matters as he keeps juggling between lectures, attendance, and part-time jobs. The lower his grades get, the closer he is to withdrawing, going back to his deadbeat of a father, and having a life with nothing. Well, he absolutely doesn't want a reality like that, and to avert that, his only option was getting a tutor. Ryan’s desperate enough to ask Adrian Val. On campus and to everyone, Adrian is the perfect, well-behaved, brilliant heir to a top conglomerate family. While in private, he is a possessive, manipulative jerk who does a lot of unimaginable things. When Ryan proposes tutoring to him, Adrian offers that he pay with his body instead. To him, Ryan can't afford his time and knowledge with just his measly bucks. Ryan says yes to the offer, and along the line, he falls heavily for Adrian. But even when Adrian rejects his confession and treats him like a toy way worse than before, Ryan doesn't leave. He wants the tutoring, the intimacy, the sex, his persistent feelings for Adrian, and the tiny hope that Adrian's heart may steer towards him. It gets even messier when Adrian’s friend Liam enters the picture. Liam is calm, kind, and actually cares about Ryan, but he holds back his feelings to keep the peace. Then there is also Chase, a rich troublemaker who openly flirts with Ryan. Trapped in a dirty cycle of sex, love, and heartbreak, everything Ryan had and held dear to him came tumbling gradually. And by the time he realizes the depth of it, it is too late. Too late to even hold onto anything. Only to be caught between three powerful men who all want a piece of him for different reasons. ____ Years later, the campus gates are closed and Ryan has built a life for himself away from the shadows of Westhill. But his new career brings him face to face with the man that once broke him... Graduation was only a temporary escape This story contains #slowburn #toxic #drama #psychological #heavy and detailed smut scenes #red flag top #trauma #obsession

Lian had one simple mission. Infiltrate the enemy's home and collect information. But one particular murder attempt and a wrong hit on the head later, he wakes up in the home of the ruthless mafia boss, Leonardo Vasilii, with a headache, a debt contract and absolutely no memory of how he even got here. All he has is a buggy digital note telling him he's supposed to get close to the said dangerous man. Now Lian's stuck working for the same man to pay off the debt he doesn't remember. From cleaning floors, arranging spreadsheets to questionable things he'd rather not talk about in public. Everyone knows Leonardo is very particular about things he owns. Be it a one cent pen or a wide eyed, soft skinned, innocent corporate slave he bought off from the debtors for ‘manual labor’. It's all fun and games. As long as the truth remains hidden. Until the spy remembers why he really fell into the clutches of this dangerous man with an indeclinable face card. But one thing's for sure. Lian’s not getting out of this unscathed. Not when the man with no moral swears claim over every last cell of his being. *** Confused Spy X Possessive Mafia

A man-made disaster destroyed more than half of the world's population in three months. Over the next few years, humanity slowly perished due to diseases and mutant beasts. Adam, the last man on earth, decided to die comfortably, celebrating his twenty-third birthday, and therefore plunged himself into a deep sleep. Well... is it alive? The indicators are not very good. When will we start studying it? "Wait, there hasn't been an order yet. Hmm, and we don't have any records of anything like that. "I may not understand, but...Guys, I can hear you," Adam thought, unsure whether to interrupt the conversation between the scientists of an unknown alien race. He seemed to have been asleep for quite some time.

Choi Yujun- born into power but cursed with a 'weakness'. The only son of the Choi family is born an omega, born an embarrassment to a bloodline of strong and pure alphas. At a party, a violent attack from a mutual enemy exposed Yujun’s secret in front of his family’s sworn enemy, Hwang Jaehyun, Yujun prepares for humiliation and blackmail, offering himself to be used by the Alpha in order to protect himself from his own family Instead of the humiliation...Hwang Jaehyun does the unthinkable... The rival who is supposed to destroy him, becomes his drug, his shield, his forbidden comfort. Together they fight to bring down the people who made Yujun bleed…together they bleed in the face of betrayals, trials and "Don't you realize? I'm a Choi, I am cursed and I am sick" Yujun says with deep angish, "then use me, Yujun-ah, use me like a drug" Jaehyun response came out raw and desperate, his alpha swearing it.

╭──────༺♡༻──────╮ In a city ruled by mafia bloodlines and vampire supremacy, survival is not a right—it’s a privilege that has to be earned. Adrian appears to be just a delivery worker trying to keep his mother alive in a world that devours the poor. But because of his bloodline he knows which streets to avoid, which eyes not to meet, and how to stay invisible. He’s learned that discipline keeps you alive longer than courage ever will. But one wrong hallway changes everything. After witnessing a murder meant to erase a past that refuses to stay buried, Adrian finds himself trapped under the control of Lucian Black—a young, untouchable vampire mafia boss whose power bends technology, territory, and lives with effortless precision. Adrian is not killed. He is kept. What begins as containment turns into something far more dangerous as Adrian proves impossible to break, impossible to discard, and increasingly impossible to ignore. Lucian remains cold, distant, unreachable—yet the longer Adrian exists within his world, the more fragile that distance becomes. In a society where vampires determine rank, loyalty is always bought with blood, and obsession is the deadliest currency of all, being wanted can be worse than being hunted. And some bonds, once formed, were never meant to be escaped. ╰──────༺♡༻──────╯ https://discord.gg/F5N7Ut45X. My book's discord server. Hi guys! it’s me again! This is my Cupid’s Quill entry. I don’t plan to pause my WSA book but I’d appreciate if you guys can support this one first for the next one and half month, please support me. I really want this as a career also I’m very much open to suggestions and corrections. Thanks for your love

[Warning: This is a BL, meaning GAY book. Depictions of Violence, Self-Harm, Suicidal Tendencies, Slavery, Racism, and Classism. Don't expect trigger warnings beyond the description. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED. One Piece does not belong to me, only my oc, and all the randomness and alterations to the plot are mine. NOT A TRANSLATION.] My ears were ringing like the persistent toll of a distant bell, drowning out any semblance of clarity. My head wobbled as if I were on a turbulent boat, while my skin felt like it had been scorched by an unrelenting sun. My eyes throbbed, a deep ache as if they had been cruelly pried from their sockets and left to flounder in the chaos of my mind. My stomach churned violently, hollow and gnawing, as if I had been starved for days, deprived of any nourishment. Each pulse of pain was a reminder of my vulnerability, the sensation akin to being struck by a truck, battered mercilessly with a baseball bat, then dragged into the depths of the ocean, only to be unceremoniously retrieved and cast into the sweltering desert, where the sun mercilessly roasted me. Shanks x Male OC

In the glittering, high-stakes world of K Country, where power and prestige dictate the future of industries, two young CEOs collide in a battle of ideals. Lutte Valdes a baby-faced visionary who built his empire from nothing. Once an orphan shuffled through foster homes, he found hope in a food truck run by a kind stranger. His company, Valance Ventures, pioneers renewable-powered food trucks and professional baking equipment, pushing innovation not for the elite, but for everyday people. Across the table sits Asher Emberborn, twenty-six, heir to the mighty Emberborn Technologies. Cold, stoic, and precise, Asher has piercing peridot eyes that miss nothing. Though privileged and treasured since birth, he shoulders the crushing expectation of upholding his family’s legacy. To him, business is duty, prestige, and control—ideals that leave no room for gambles or sentiment. Their first meeting: Lutte’s proposal for an AI system to optimize solar energy in food trucks is dismantled by Asher as naïve, unprofitable, and beneath the scope of his company. Yet when Lutte argues that true prestige lies in uplifting the many, not the few, Asher finds himself unsettled by the man’s fire. He rejects the proposal, but cannot shake the annoyance—or the intrigue. What begins as a clash of business philosophies soon spills beyond the boardroom. Fate draws them into unexpected encounters—in bookstores, at conventions, on quiet walks through the city—each meeting peeling back another layer of the armor they wear. Lutte discovers the loneliness hidden beneath Asher’s cold composure, while Asher sees in Lutte a warmth forged from pain, a relentless belief in people despite all he has endured. Flaws become bridges: Lutte’s idealism challenges Asher’s cynicism; Asher’s discipline tempers Lutte’s reckless drive. Late-night conversations, accidental confessions, and brushes with danger draw them closer, until rivalry gives way to reluctant trust… and trust deepens into something neither expected. And so their story unfolds... Meeting as rivals, clashed as visionaries, but every unexpected meeting unraveled a flaw—until those cracks became the place where love took root. But, will love truly conquer all?

"Don’t get it twisted, Frank. When the camera’s rolling, I can look at you like I love you. I can touch you like I need you. But it’s just acting. Don’t fall for something that doesn’t exist.” Frank should have listened. Landing the lead role in the highly anticipated BL blockbuster Echoes of Silence was supposed to be his breakthrough moment. Acting opposite Dean Shome—the untouchable “King of Queer Cinema”—was a dream come true. Until day one. Cold. Critical. Unforgiving. Dean makes it clear: Frank is nothing more than a rookie with a pretty face and zero depth. To him, Frank is a liability. But when the director demands more realism—longer kisses, lingering touches, breathless confessions—the line between performance and truth begins to blur. Off-camera, Dean is distant, professional, and emotionally sealed shut. On-camera, he looks at Frank like he’s starving. Late-night rehearsals turn into heated confrontations. Accidental touches last too long. Improvised lines feel too honest. And Frank realizes something terrifying: He’s no longer acting. There’s just one problem. At home, a girlfriend waits for him—a life he thought he wanted. Meanwhile, rumors swirl around Dean Shome: secretly gay, famously celibate, emotionally unavailable. The world sees perfect chemistry. The tabloids smell scandal. And Dean keeps saying it’s all fake. But if it’s fake… why does he hold Frank like he’s afraid to let go when no one is watching? Is Frank just a method actor who got lost in a role? Or is he falling for a man who refuses to admit he feels the same? In an industry where image is everything and love can ruin a career, how far will they go to protect their secrets? And when the red light turns off… who are they really?

As a transmigrator, Neville's mission was simple: Become the Villain’s Favorite. Whatever that means. His cheat? He’s a powerful mermaid. Whatever that means. With his System's help, Neville got a new identity and cleverly infiltrated the villain's life as his new secretary. For the full 2 years, nothing much happened. Just embarrassingly stuck at 20%! He got caught in a fisherman's net. Sold at an auction. Became the mermaid of his target—the cold, cunning Villain CEO. Now, he leads a double life: the perfect secretary by day, while secretly maintaining his 'other self' in the CEO's villa by night, praying his fishy secret isn't discovered. Then, the measly 20% jumped to 75% in one go! Why?! … Rival CEO: Your secretary looked fragile. What can he even do? Villain CEO: He’s cute like that. Random Suitor: Yeah, he’s really cute. I wonder if I got the chance. Villain CEO: If you don’t want your head, then go ahead. [READER Warning:] The MC is the bottom. Don't criticize me if you don't like it. I have a sensitive heart. Although I dare not refute it, I will shed tears. Suggestions are open to big-hearted people. Hope you have fun reading this. Disclaimer: The cover is not mine.

One minute he is Valentine Reynolds, the most honourable man and a true hero in his world, and the next minute he is the trash of another world. ‎ ‎Cast to the bottom of the food chain where shame was his daily bread and bullying his normal life, he struggled. How did this happen? HE TRANSMIGRATED. Wait... But how did he become the weakest demon in an academy where only the strong survived? An academy where only the most atrocious things happen! (Slavery, Pimping, Killing, Sedating, Torture, Rape, Sodomy). Sodomy? SODOMY??? What exactly about his past life was so wrong to be so heartlessly cursed with such severe punishment? Valentine Reynolds was highly HOMOPHOBIC!! ... But Val's predicament was nothing compared to the actual craft of this world. Here, you will see seven princes of hell wage war against themselves. Here, you will see the true nature of their abilities. Here, you will see them wrestle with other entities, weak or strong just to get to the throne. Here, you will see them mess with their weakness and prey on the weak. Here, you will see what happens in an academy where everyone is ruthless. Here, you get to see what it means for the Ruler of Hell to fall in love. Here, you get to see what happens when the one whom Hell bows to crumble his world to protect his heart. Here, you WILL see what happens when you mess with Hell himself. What? You want to see this happen? Then swipe open the chapters already! ------- NOTE: This book is slow paced. ~~~~ Releases on Monday, Tuesday, Wednesdays and Fridays. Mass Releases on Saturdays and Sundays.

One day, I woke up as an extra in a famous novel. I didn't even get the chance to process it before... [ Mission: Confess to Myles Cortez. ] [ Favorability: -10 ] [ Time Remaining: 30 minutes ] [ Penalty: Death ] This transparent message window appeared in front of me, and asked me to seduce the ultimate villain of the story? What is happening here?! Now entering, [ No Love, No Life ] *** "You think you can just back out now?" His voice was cold, but the fingers gripping the back of my head were colder. "After clinging to me and confessing to me every single day with that smile?" His eyes pierced into mine. "Blake, you made your bed. Now lie in it." ...Yeah. I think I seduced him a bit too much.

Last year, my first love ended with me being "used and dumped." I'd tried to get over it, but now I'm back! He's the most handsome, rich, and talented guy in the medical faculty. Why is he bothering me again? I'm not falling for his tricks again!!

Being the fat, unwanted ugly duckling with no wolf would've been survivable. But the daily cruelty—from classmates at school and a vicious stepbrother at home—was too much for Anita to carry. One month before her eighteenth birthday, she steps in front of a speeding truck, ready to end it all. With her last breath, she curses the day she was born—relieved that death has finally set her free. Except… death doesn't come. Instead, Anita wakes up in a different time. A different world. A different body. Same nightmare family. Before she can understand what's happening, her stepbrother sells her off to settle his debt—handing her to the Alpha of the Dark Shadow Park, the most ruthless Alpha Mafia King alive. A man feared across realms. A man who owns everything he touches. Including her. Trapped in the hands of a cold, merciless Alpha who plans to use her and never let her go, Anita's new life spirals into violence, desire, and dark power plays. Survival becomes a daily battle. But fate isn't done being cruel. Because the monster who owns her—is also her moon-given mate. Now Anita must choose: Submit to destiny, or rewrite it in blood.