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A DUKE'S CRIMSON SCANDAL

Lucien's control was fraying. He watched Elian's shoulders shake, watched fat tears roll down those flushed cheeks as the younger man tried—and failed—to hold back broken sobs. The sight should have disgusted him. Instead, it ignited something feral in his chest. "Be quiet, Elian," Lucien warned, voice low and strained. Elian's head snapped up, eyes blazing through the tears. "No! I will not be quiet!" His voice cracked, raw and defiant. "I demand you let me go. Set me—ah!" Lucien moved before he could think. In one brutal motion, he slammed Elian against the nearest wall, the impact knocking the breath from both of them. Elian's back hit stone with a dull thud, his wrists pinned above his head by one of Lucien's large hands. "Be quiet," Lucien hissed again, forehead pressed against Elian's, their breaths mingling hot and desperate. Elian whimpered, twisting uselessly in his grip. "You monster… you—" Lucien's mouth crashed down on his. It wasn't gentle. It wasn't a kiss—it was a claim. Hard, punishing, devouring. Elian gasped into it, the sound swallowed instantly as Lucien pressed closer, body caging him completely against the cold wall. The taste of salt from Elian's tears mixed with something sweeter, something that made Lucien's blood roar. Elian struggled for half a second… then his lips parted on a broken moan. Lucien pulled back just enough to growl against his mouth, "I said be quiet." But Elian—trembling, furious, aching—only whispered back, voice wrecked: "Make me." **** Some truths are worth killing for. ​Son of a traitor, Elian Morel was meant to burn in the Duke's dungeon. Instead, the ruthless Duke Lucien pulls him from the darkness and keeps him locked in his private wing—close enough to watch, to touch, to break. Elian hides a dangerous gift: with one touch, he can drag out the truth behind any lie. Lucien is cold precision and merciless control, a man bound by a royal betrothal and secrets of his own. But the more he tries to possess Elian, the more his iron restraint begins to crack. In a world of court intrigue and deadly politics, their charged proximity turns into something darker—something hungry. Every defiance, every forced confession, every lingering gaze pushes them closer to the edge. Between captor and captive, hatred and desire, a forbidden bond begins to form. One that could destroy them both. Power, obsession, and a love that defies the throne.
Rosegold_n · 174.8k Views

The Reborn Sovereign of Ruin, Bound by His Star

Revenge is, by all means, one of the most guaranteed things to happen when a warlord with dragon blood in his veins and ether at his side is betrayed, poisoned, and reduced not to death but to decades of obliterating pain as his ether channels burn from his very soul. Only one remained. One channel, thin and fragile around his heart, survived long enough for him to endure, to wait, to plan, to manipulate, and, eventually, to return to the world with one clear purpose: to burn down the nation of the traitor who thought he had erased him for good. But then came a fortune teller at a street stall. And with the fortune teller came a dare Arik accepted for fun, a spread of cards drawn with no real expectation beyond momentary amusement. Instead, he found something far more dangerous than revenge waiting for him. His mate. A story of rebirth, revenge, enemies-to-allies-to-lovers, political ruin, ether, and the deeply unfortunate reality that the one person tied to Arik’s fate may be the very last person he should ever want. — Warnings, disclaimers, cries for help… call them whatever you want. This is the third book set in the same universe, but it can be read on its own. The world will be fully presented, so nobody needs to do homework before stepping into the chaos. For anyone curious, the first two books are: Bound by the Mark of Lies Shadow Unit Scandal: The Commander’s Omega This universe is ABO dragged directly into etherpunk, political fantasy, violence, bad coping mechanisms, and my ongoing inability to let powerful people make emotionally healthy decisions. There will be violence. There will be gore. There will be smut. There will also be vengeance, terrible restraint, worse impulses, emotional damage, and at least one man reacting to fate like it personally insulted his bloodline. Good luck.
Amiba · 454k Views

[BL] Transmigrated as the Villain Brother: Stealing the Male Leads!

WARNING : Story Contains Mature and HEAVY DYNAMIC CONTENS! READ AT YOUR OWN RISK! A LOT OF SPICY SCENES! SLOW BURN! Tags: SMUT | R18+ | YAOI | BL | MATURE | DARK | REVERSE HAREM | PSYCHOLOGICAL | DRAMA | Choi Yeonho thought the worst thing that could happen was dying because of a ridiculous novel. He was wrong. After a sudden accident, he awakens inside that very novel—as Choi Yeonho, the villain destined to die. A character hated by everyone, destined to lose everything, and ultimately killed at the end of the story. What a joke.Fortunately, this Yeonho has something the original never had: Knowledge of the story. So why follow the script? Yeonho returns to Korea with one goal: Destroy the plot before it can destroy him. If an event is supposed to happen, he'll change it. If someone is supposed to hate him, he'll turn the situation around. And if the five male leads are supposed to belong to someone else... Why should Yeonho care? With his sharp mind, shameless personality, beautiful face, and body he knows exactly how to use to his advantage, Yeonho begins tearing through the original storyline one event at a time. The five men who were destined to stand beside the heroine begin turning their attention toward Yeonho instead. And before Yeonho realizes it, the men he intended to manipulate are beginning to make their own choices. The original plot starts collapsing. Yet Yeonho isn't interested in simply stealing and seducing the male leads. He wants something much bigger. He wants to completely break free from the life that was written for him. But the closer he gets to doing so, the more strange things begin to surface. Fragments of memories he shouldn't have. Hidden connections buried beneath his family's history. And truths about his own existence that were never written in the novel.
WildCardWriting · 165.3k Views

Shades Of The Exorcist's Smile

Lìngxiāo is the same boy Chóng Fēi believed he had killed indirectly by exposing him. Since the time Lìngxiāo was Eighteen, he has carried a strange condition that never lets him show pain or anger. As an independent exorcist with no controlling clan above him, he roams the land with three burning aims: to save the common people from darkness, to clear his own name—from his own father's murder—and to unravel the mystery behind the man who raised him before disappearing right after he learned to stand on his own. Was his father killed? Or was there something deeper than that? Who was that bloodless "uncle" who used to teach him what is distraction and what is destination? Were those teasing words—"A wave of pleasure"—something more than what he took too long to understand? Soon, his destiny took an unexpected turn. His hometown Yún Xi calls him back—not as who he used to be, but as a professional exorcist. A town haunted by a Red Robe Ghost, where no exorcist who answered the call has ever survived. When Lìngxiāo arrives, a silent surprise awaits him. Nineteen souls. Twenty deaths. But wasn't it supposed to be only one ghost—the one hunting the very heir of the clan in nightmares? That heir is Chóng Fēi. He has spent fifteen years carrying the weight of a death he believes he caused—the death of Xiǎo Lìng, the boy who once protected him from his father's cruelty. He has spent fifteen years loyal to a ghost. He has spent fifteen years trapped between his father's control and the skull mummy who haunts his every step. Now, Chóng Fēi finds himself drawn to the mysterious, perpetually smiling exorcist. Something about Lìngxiāo feels familiar. Something about him makes Chóng Fēi want to trust—and want to run. He doesn't know that the man he's falling for is the same boy he's been mourning. During the investigation—through a ballad of needles and fear, all for the sake of keeping the heir alive—Chóng Fēi's one-sided longing grows into deep love. It becomes his reason to walk slower. To share belongings. To share his trauma. And Lìngxiāo, who has been searching for answers about his father and his uncle, begins to realize that the demonic energy haunting Yún Xi isn't just around him. It's around Chóng Fēi too. The ghosts are not the villains. They are victims of someone else—a mastermind who has been watching, waiting, pulling the strings. And there is more than one. The unknown one seems to be above the other. Can someone who roots for power and legacy move for the songbird whose nature is flying around, searching for his origin? And who even bothered enough to raise a hopeless boy without purpose—only to leave just when he had started to fly high and wanted to hear that simple "Do not worry, boy"? Let's find out on the surface of tears and smiles—which is not even the start or the end, but the middle of something far more complicated but ends into someone else's epic—Black Peacock's Tearstone Cultivation. (will come soon : connects to all spin offs) Bonus book: For The Four Arms, One Soul [a book inspired by Chóng Fēi's shelf! say thanks to him for being such a story bug!] Epitaph Of The Patriarch Yīlíng—another spin off would be launched after this book is finished or close to finishing.
YanYeXin · 36.4k Views

[BL] The System Runs on Magic

༺❘✦ (18+) ✦❘༻ Ryo thought moderating online fan drama about Llewellyn, the world's most famous hero, was the worst part of his job... What he didn't expect was the System deciding his online arguments counted as combat experience and dropping him into a magical apocalypse with Llewellyn himself! He also didn't expect the Internet to start shipping them! And he certainly didn't expect the System's idea of "combat partner" to involve an absurd amount of physical contact disguised as Healing Bonuses, shared body heat, Dungeon environments that look like dates, or being randomly teleported onto Llewellyn's lap! Llewellyn might be the strongest person on Earth, but he has no one to watch his back. Luckily for him, Ryo has had to deal with his unhinged online following for years… and he is more than willing to get his hands dirty in person. ━━━✦❘༻༺❘✦━━━ Content Note: The rating goes up as the story progresses! Expect mutual attraction, sexual tension, only one bed trope, and explicit scenes between consenting adults. ━━━✦❘༻༺❘✦━━━ Webnovel updates: Mon / Fri Early access is available on Patreon (30 chapters ahead and increasing). Thank you so much for your support! ━━━✦❘༻༺❘✦━━━ BL, Fantasy, System, Romance, M/M, Magic, Action, Character-driven, Feral Partnership, Idiots in Love, Getting Together, Slow Burn, Smut, Ropes, Humor, Banter, Dungeons, Distorted Realms, Magical Apocalypse, Internet Drama, VR Games, Elemental Cafés, a Penguin.
ScribblingPancake · 500k Views

Crossdressing To Survive An Apocalypse [BL]

Zou Yue jumped to the side, dodging an extended claw of a growling zombie. A pair of warm hands gripped his small waist from behind and pulled him over to a sturdy chest. The same pair of hands slowly groped his chest. “Brother fan w—what are you doing?!” Zou carefully looked up at him. Fan Xui smirked mysteriously at him and removed the huge shades stylishly. A clear pair of eyes met Zou’s challengingly. “since I saved you just now, why don’t you give me a kiss?” “you... you can see!!! Aren’t you blind!!!” Zou Yue glanced in shock. He pushed himself for of his body. Fan Xui laughed out loud, gently caressing Zou’s long black hair. “are you gonna leave me now?,” he continued groping his barely their chest through his girly tank top. “Fuck yeah!! Let go you poser.” he pushed him away and started shooting the zombies outside with renewed passion. Fan suddenly caught his wrist. “You bastard, what are you doing, let go of my hand. The zombies are coming!!!” “Hmm okay,” Fan Xui let go. He swiftly snapped a fluffy handcuff snugly on his wrist, tying them both together. “Now we are tied together for live and death,” “FAN. XUI!! Get this off of me!” Zou growled at him, but the young man just laughed happily. “Sigh, you are beautiful even when you are angry, dear,” Fan Xui whispered and pulled him up for a passionate kiss. He gently bit those soft lips and moaned. “Delicious,” Letting go, he slowly waved his hand towards the upcoming zombies and they are reduced to ashes.
Lullabybao · 5.1m Views