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A joyful, innocent, and carefree boy named Lukas lives a normal life filled with love from his family—until the day he meets a boy named Heath. Unbeknownst to Lukas, Heath had fallen in love with him the very first time they met years ago. The story revolves around their journey as they struggle, clash, and gradually come to understand what they truly feel for each other.

After finishing a tragic novel where the villain is betrayed and killed by his own beast husbands, Li Wei does what any reasonable reader would do. He rants about the ending. Then he gets hit by a car. When he opens his eyes again, Li Wei finds himself inside that very novel, reborn as Su Ningyan, the future villain destined to walk a path of madness, war, and blood. Ten years before his fall. Ten years before his death. In the original story, Su Ningyan’s unstable phoenix beast core drives him toward forbidden power, turning him into a feared villain who ultimately dies at the hands of the men he loved most. This time, Li Wei refuses that fate. He will avoid the villian arc. He will heal his beast core. And he will stay far away from the four terrifying beast princes who will one day become his husbands. Unfortunately, fate has other plans. The academy meant to heal him becomes a battlefield of tension, rivalry, and instinctual bonds. The beast princes notice him far too early, and the more Su Ningyan tries to escape the plot, the tighter destiny coils around him. Because in a world ruled by beast bloodlines and ancient bonds, some connections cannot be severed only delayed. And the husbands who once killed him… may not be willing to let him go again. **** Excerpt Su Ningyan didn’t know where he was. At first, he thought he was dreaming. His body felt warm... too warm... and the scent in the air was unfamiliar, sharp and clean, like lightning after rain. He turned onto his side. And froze. A pair of golden dragon eyes stared back at him from inches away. The man was breathtaking. Long black hair spread across silk pillows, sharp features sculpted as if carved from jade. His presence alone pressed down on Su Ningyan’s chest, heavy and suffocating. His face went pale. “What the—” “You’re awake.” The man smiled faintly. Jun Haoxuan. Azure Dragon Clan. Future Beast King. And, according to the book, one of the men who would eventually become his husband. “Did you sleep well?” Jun Haoxuan asked calmly. Su Ningyan’s eye twitched. He was supposed to be avoiding them. So why was he waking up in the dragon prince’s bed?

The story follows Bai Liu, who, after losing his job, becomes involved with multiple unavoidable horror live-streaming games full of various monsters and players with killing intent, putting the players’ lives at stake.

#DarkRomance #ModernRoyalty #PossessiveAlpha #DominantOmega #AlphaDominant #RoyalCourt #ForcedEngagement #SlowBurn #ABO #PowerImbalance #ChosenMate #PoliticalMarriage Dean Fitzgeralt has spent his life protected by power, choice, and the careful distance his family built around him. As a dominant omega born into one of the Empire’s most influential houses, he knows what the world expects of him and how carefully those expectations must be managed. When political pressure closes in, Dean makes a choice meant to end a growing diplomatic standoff: he accepts an engagement to Crown Prince Arion of Alamina without truly knowing the man behind the proposal. Arion is a dominant alpha whose power comes with a brutal truth: without a mate, he is dangerously close to madness. If he goes berserk, entire regions could pay the price. Dean is the only solution. Now bound by his choice, Dean must leave everything familiar behind and step into Alamina’s court, where patience is lethal, possession is quiet but absolute, and Arion’s restraint rests on him alone. He chose this willingly. What he didn’t know was how dangerous being chosen back would be. Order of Books: [BL] Reborn as the Empire’s Most Desired Omega Caught by the Mad Alpha King Taming the Wild Beast of Alamina

They buried her father with a legacy soaked in blood. Now, they expect her to crumble. Lila Rousseau has never been just a daughter. Raised in the shadow of France's most feared mafia kingpin, she was trained not to flinch, not to fail, and never-ever-to fall in love. To her, love wasn't an emotion. It was weakness and weaknesses are never allowed. Now, with her father's ashes scattered over Étretat's cliffs and the crown of the Rousseau Syndicate resting on her shoulders, Lila steps into a world where men rule by fear and women vanish in silence. But Lila is no silent girl. She's fire. She's strategy. She's vengeance in silk. Enter Jace Durant. Spy. Liar. A man sent by Les Ombres, the rival syndicate, to infiltrate her world and tear it apart from the inside. He's meant to be her undoing. But when secrets ignite and enemies draw blood, he finds himself drawn to the one woman he was never meant to touch. In a world of smoke and daggers, power and deception, hearts aren't just tangled- they're weaponized. He was sent to watch her burn. She was born to burn it all down. Matthieu Laurent They buried his king beneath a storm of bullets and betrayal. Now, he stands beside the daughter who inherited the throne-and the chaos that follows her. Matthieu Laurent has killed for the Rousseaus. Bled for them. Lied for them. But protecting Lila was never supposed to feel like this. She's danger wrapped in perfume and defiance, and every time she looks at him, the man inside the soldier starts to burn. To love her would be treason. To leave her would be death. Now, with enemies closing in and lines blurring between loyalty and desire, Matthieu must decide- will he be her shield... or her sin? She was born to light the world on fire. He was made to burn beside her. ____

The barren steppes of Wildfields had, for decades, been roamed by the Kingless Knights—remnants of the once-great broken empire. Now, they recognized no king, but chose their own High Warlord to lead them. To be chosen was to be acknowledged as the mightiest, the keenest, the one fit to lead thousands of warriors into countless battles against the southern enemies. Demyan dreamed of Wildfields, of the Kingless Knights racing their cavalry across barren steppes. He was a natural—the strongest fighter and the shrewdest commander. He was meant for greatness. And yet, he never got the chance. Instead, Demyan was given a band of scoundrels and ruffians who called him their Warlord and could only be kept in line by his worst excesses. Leksa dreamed of gold and power, of never again submitting to those he deemed lesser. He was a scheming, cunning noble lord with nothing but an empty title and far too grand an ambition. Leksa was chosen as the High Warlord twice. Instead of convoluted court politics he navigated like a fish in water, or intricate merchant deals he loved to twist in his favor, he had to display virtues he never possessed. When war broke out, Demyan and Leksa were forced to join their banners. Two warlords, one legitimately chosen by the many, the other—a self-proclaimed leader of brigands, were thrust into a fragile truce. A crooked marriage of convenience.

Cornered by humans in the dwindling vampiric population, Dulce Monteserrat simply wants a companion. One that wouldn't betray his trust and turn him to the human guards ever on his heels, and one that would live longer than the average human. So he decides to summon a hound from the hells, a loyal beast to sit with him by the warm hearth. Only things don't go quite as planned, the first, second, and third time over... He finally gets his Hellhound but now he is surrounded by dangerous Demons he can't seem to get rid off. The noble Fiend he summoned no longer seem as eager to leave despite his pretenses and the Shadow Demon on a mission is starting to take things easy. At each other's necks from their first meeting, don't put the Vampire in the middle! The suave Incubus made his stance clear from the start, he had no intentions to leave, willing to fulfill Dulce's request of companionship, however that includes employee benefits - This Incubus needs to eat! And his precious Hellhound who had brought him so much trouble is dissatisfied with simply being a pet. "Can I be Master's mate?"

Li Jain was a spiritual plant in his previous life that was nurture into his human form by the Hanxu sect. legend has it that only the Heavenly Spiritual Plant can open the gate of Heaven for cultivators to become immortals. Li Jain was raise carefully, he didn't lack anything and became an experts in lots of arts. After he advance to the Transformation realm, he began his quest of opening the heavenly gate. But when the gate open, he was killed ruthlessly by the same people that once treat him like a treasure. He spent years as a wandering ghost and eventually, found his fated soul in another world. The person body he took over has seven children and was despise by his family. Li Jain could take care of seven buns and make them very power in the future. With the help of his Spiritual Tavern, he became very wealthy.

"When the sky cracks open, only a few are foolish enough to run towards the chaos." Being transmigrated wasn't in Reis’ bucket list. Being so in a godforsaken world with danger lurking everywhere? Not even in his nightmare journal. Reis wasn't going to be a part of that group. Not in a million years. If he were to be the last hope of humanity, humanity was done for. That was a known fact. So how is he supposed to react when his soul is literally dragged out into a void and forced into a foreign body? Or when a blue screen of doom tried to convince him that everything was exactly how it was supposed to be? What about the creature calling himself his guardian despite not even knowing how to hold a human right side up? More than anything, why is he in line for the throne? Surely, he had run out of luck. But that didn't mean he was foolish enough to play hero. No. Reis just had to wait. Until the royal family let their guard down, and he had enough money to escape far away. But how is he supposed to escape from this so-called guardian again, at least before losing the last shred of dignity? Well, not anytime soon. *** Antihero, bitter MC X Villainous, transcend level ML.

•WHEN FANTASY MEETS A BL OMEGAVERSE!!• SYNOPSIS..... In a world where scent defines worth, Omegas are hunted — not cherished. So when Elian’s pack is burned to ash, he’s forced to bury his identity beneath a lie. With the help of a rare suppressant, he hides his scent, his ears, his very nature — and runs. To the world, he’s just another trembling Beta with violet eyes and no past. But the truth beating beneath his skin is far more dangerous. Then he meets Lucien, an Alpha whose golden gaze sees through everything — except the secret that could damn them both. Cold, powerful, and bound by duty, Lucien should destroy him. Instead, he keeps him. Protects him. Possesses him. But in a world that despises male Omegas, their bond is a crime. Every glance is a risk. Every touch, a betrayal waiting to happen. As suspicion spreads and the walls close in, Elian must decide whether to keep hiding… or let himself be claimed by the one man who could ruin him — the Alpha who was never meant to love him. ---

Paradise. A place I’d only heard whispered about in stories too bright, too perfect, too impossible to be real. Yet running for my life through the Forest Packs dragged me straight into the arms of the one place I never believed existed: Novaterra Pack. The paradise of shifters. The kingdom that rivaled human nations. The home of the Alpha King himself. And somehow… they accepted me. A runaway. A branded traitor. A boy with no pack number, no family, and a past wrapped in blood. I told myself I was here temporarily. Just until they figured out who I really was and tossed me to the wolves like I deserved. But then I saw him. The man with the red eyes. Kastiel Novaterra. The Alpha King who built paradise with his bare hands. The one man I should never look at, never want, never crave. His presence terrifies me. His gaze burns through my lies. And his scent makes my knees weak in ways I never believed were real. Falling in love is the last thing I should be doing in a place that isn’t meant to be my home. But the more I try to run from him… the more Paradise itself pulls me in. And Kastiel. Kastiel never lets go of what’s his.

Liam Thorne is the king of the rugby pitch: brutal, cold, and strictly straight. Noah Valentine is his opposite: ethereal, graceful, and the only boy Liam allows himself to "bully." To the school, Liam hates Noah’s guts. To Liam, Noah is a secret obsession he can’t control. When the school board forces them to swap roles for a "Cultural Exchange," the mask slips. Liam has to trade his cleats for ballet slippers, and Noah has to survive the violence of the rugby field. Liam tells himself he’s just "monitoring the enemy." But as Noah’s hands touch his waist to fix his stance, Liam’s identity starts to crumble. He’s spent years building a wall of denial, but now he has to choose: keep his reputation as the "Perfect President," or destroy everything to keep the enemy he’s supposed to hate

Youn-Jae and Ji-Won first crossed paths as children, their lives bound together when Ji-Won's mother passed away, leaving him with no one to care for him. Taken in by Youn-Jae's mother, Ji-Won found a fragile sense of belonging amidst the struggles they both faced, particularly the oppressive presence of Youn-Jae's father, Kwang-Seok. In each other, they discovered a sanctuary-a light and hope that gave meaning to their turbulent lives. But fate was merciless. It tore them apart, leaving behind an aching void and a distance that felt impossible to close. Now, as fate continues its relentless game, pulling them further apart, the question remains: Can they defy the forces that conspire against them, or are they destined to remain forever out of reach?

Ethan's life was going well... sort of. With three months to his wedding and almost enough savings to finally quit his stripping job, everything seemed almost perfect… Till his fiancé suddenly dumps him, and he loses everything he's ever built... in the span of one week. Standing at the edge of a storybuilding, he's about to throw himself off to end the suffocating pain when he suddenly gets a call... for an interview with a high-ranking company he never applied to. A company under the renowned Alpha Aurelian Vale. The S-tier Alpha who would change his life forever, and just may be tied to Ethan's present and past in more ways than he could even begin to imagine. The Alpha he THINKS he doesn't know. ******* "Why should I trust you? Isn't playing games the core of your business? Everything is a game to you. Even this... "He says, and I step closer to him... pushing myself against him, as I see fear return to his eyes. "You don't know me, Ethan. "I remind him, and I watch the anger in his eyes melt into stubbornness. "And you also don't know me, Mr. Aurelian! "He retorts, and I smirk. That's the Ethan I like. Feisty. "But I do know you. "I say, and he visibly gulps as beads of sweat begin to form across his forehead. "You're impulsive, stubborn, and daring. You are broken and hurting inside, but you mask all that pain with a smile. Never really healing from them, but burying them. Praying the day doesn't come when they rise from their graves. Your humour is your defence mechanism. It makes you feel stronger when you're intimidated or scared. "I continue, and his jaw drops as he gawks at me. I lean in closer to him, enjoying the heat of the proximity, as I drop low enough for my lips to brush against his ear, and his delicate orchid scent fills my lungs. "Am I wrong? "I question him, and he just blinks back. Visibly stunned by my words. I smile in satisfaction at him before stepping away from him, and once again I hit the emergency stop button. "I know you better than you think, Ethan. The sooner you understand this, the better. "I add before reaching for a cigar in my breast pocket and lighting it. I know it's against the rules, but I don't care. "You might want to cover that. "I say, pointing at the bulge in his pants, and he immediately turns red as he tries to drag his shirt down to cover it. Just then, the elevator doors open, and I smirk as people pour into the elevator, looking between Ethan and me. I see the stink eyes I get because of the cigar in my hand, but I only step out of the elevator because of the infant I see a mother carrying. As I leave Ethan behind, I send him a text. *Meet me in the car.*

Mereka tinggal di kota kecil, jadi wajar saja kalau apapun yang terjadi tak akan lepas dari pandangan menyelidik orang-orang sekitar. Naoki yakin, ia dan Kaname pun tak lepas dari pandangan menyelidik itu. Tapi seperti layaknya gosip tetangga, cepat datang, cepat pula perginya.

Once the world's most admired red-ribbon dancer, Chi Yan was a vision of soulful blue eyes and misunderstood purity. His path to divinity was paved with the tears of abandoned children he swore to protect, eventually ascending as the 50th God of Love. ​But in the Heavens, the throne is a gilded cage. The laws are absolute: Love is a gift for mortals, but a forbidden poison for the Gods who grant it. ​For a thousand years, Chi Yan has been trapped in a cycle of suffering. Every two hundred years, he is reborn into a fragile mortal body, haunted by the "Lip Blood Curse"—a dangerous power that turns his every temperamental word into a binding decree. Now, serving as a lowly assistant to the very gods he once stood beside, he performs thankless duties to atone for a sin scrubbed from his memory. His current life is thrown into chaos when he meets Crown Prince Shen Yi. Enraged by a match he didn't want, the prince’s arrogance sparks Chi Yan’s deadly temper. With a single blood-stained slip of the tongue, Chi Yan accidentally curses the Prince, tying their destinies together in a way that is as cruel as it is ridiculous. ​To break the curse, the two must find a Love God who has vanished from the heavens to roam the mortal earth. But as they travel through a world of shadows and comedy, these two clashing flames begin to realize that the curse was never a punishment—it was the only blessing they ever truly needed.

All Sion wanted was the silence of the village. After faking his death, the former Alpha Prince , Caleum Valen,now lives as Sion ,a man the villagers whisper about as the shameless Omega who constantly craves the touch of Alphas. He ignores the insults, choosing to find peace in his hidden garden and the orphans he secretly protects. But peace never lasts. Haunted by his mother's betrayal , a body slowly breaking from changes,and ghosts from the past forcing him to reclaim the throne , Sion's quiet life begins to crack when Darius-the man who once promised to stay by his side and broke that promise,appears at his door. Between unspoken regret, lingering loyalty, and a bond neither of them managed to sever, Sion must face a truth he's been avoiding: Can he truly live in peace... or will the blood he abandoned drag him back to the crown? A historical omegaverse romance between a fallen alpha prince turned recessive omega and the beta knight who never truly left him.

Jackson Wu has spent years blaming himself for Alicante Watson’s death. Ever since Alicante took his own life in front of him in high school, the guilt has haunted him. Then, an unexpected offer gives him a chance to rewrite the past—by sacrificing half of his werewolf powers to go back in time. Now, Jackson has the opportunity to save Alicante and undo his mistakes. But as he digs deeper, he uncovers dangerous secrets about his own strength, his true origins, and the hidden forces behind Alicante’s death. Can he protect Alicante this time, or will the truth he wasn’t meant to discover destroy them both?

He transmigrated into the body of a sixteen-year-old boy. Asou Akiya’s new parents were dead, he had no ties, no burdens, no way back; the original owner had left him nothing but a precarious foothold as the lowliest grunt in Yokohama’s most notorious port organization. For an ordinary human without a single ability, simply staying alive was set to nightmare difficulty. No golden finger from the heavens? Then he would forge his own. Four years later. Destiny finally handed him its greatest turning point. After a cataclysmic explosion rocked the city, Asou Akiya, with meticulous calculation and trembling hands, rescued a breathtaking French beauty who had lost all memory. The man had been betrayed, abandoned, left fragile and shivering in the cold; yet beneath that porcelain vulnerability burned a soul of blinding brilliance and combat prowess that touched the very ceiling of this world. “…Who… am I?” “You are a romantic French poet, Rimbaud.” “A poet?” “Yes,” Akiya whispered, voice steady as scripture, “and you are the love of my life.” From that moment, Asou Akiya placed him upon the apex of his heart and spoiled him rotten. He soothed every wound with tenderness, watered the tender shoots of love with carefully tended lies, and watched them bloom. So what if memory returned one day? He had already seized the most priceless treasure in the world. Thank you, Verlaine! The partner you were willing to discard is now my wife. 【Asou Akiya × Rimbaud (French name: Jean Nicolas Arthur Rimbaud)】 {Mon âme éternelle, Observe ton voeu Malgré la nuit seule Et le jour en feu.} O my eternal soul, Hold fast to desire In spite of the night And the day on fire. — From A Season in Hell, Rimbaud