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Snow bites deeper than steel, and cages leave scars no eyes can see. Q97 is not a boy with a name—he is a number, an experiment carved from cruelty in the underground labs by vampires. In a world where hybrids are treated as disposable tools, his only hope is escape. Guided by the secret writings of those who came before him, he follows a path dug by rabbits and buried in whispers, chasing freedom through tunnels that lead toward human lands. But freedom has a price: the moment he crosses the border, he can never return. Never again to the castle’s red spires. Never again to the rose garden. Never again to the one vampire who gave him warmth when the world froze him numb. Sir Draven—the quiet gardener with golden eyes who carved clumsy little sculptures of ice just for him. Roses that melted by morning. A kindness that should not have existed. A memory Q97 cannot take with him, yet cannot leave behind. This is not a story of quick love or easy salvation. It is a slow journey of survival, longing, and fragile bonds that burn against the cold. A tale for those who believe that even in the darkest experiments, even under cages and snow, a single rose can bloom. ***** This is a slowburn, character-driven story. If you love emotional depth, healing & growing arcs, and found-family themes, this is for you. Stick around past chapter 10, that's when the heart of the story begins to unfold. Warning: mpreg, almost all male experiments have wombs. Please proceed with caution if you are uncomfortable. Romance will start when MC is older, Thank you ^^

Neon is a broke high school student whose only escape is reading Omegaverse novels. He’s a loyal reader—he devours every single Omegaverse story he can get his hands on. His favorite right now? Angel in Hell, a bestselling novel he loves with all his heart. Neon adores everything about it… except one thing: Zyren Kael. A D-class Alpha. The villain. The nightmare of the whole book. Villains are meant to be hated, but Zyren is on another level—cruel, stupid, obsessive, and always ruining the precious omega Angel’s life. Neon curses him every time he appears on the page. But the night he finishes the novel, Neon dies in an accident. And when he opens his eyes again… he’s not in his tiny cheap apartment. He’s lying in a luxurious bedroom inside an expensive mansion— reborn as Zyren Kael, the villain he hates the most. Neon swears he will NOT follow the villain’s tragic path. He refuses to be cruel. He refuses to follow the book’s script. He plans to live quietly, avoid trouble, marry a side-character beta, and spend his days peacefully. But the novel itself refuses to follow its own plot. So why— Why are all the male leads obsessed with him? Why is the main character suddenly in love with him? Why is everyone chasing after him? Why does the world treat him like he’s the true protagonist? He was supposed to be the villain. So why does he feel like the main character instead? What on earth is happening to this story…?

Two souls from different worlds, bound by opposite fates, find themselves tangled in an unexpected love. Together, they must learn what love truly means on their own terms—building a private world where only the two of them belong. The journey begins with Artit and Toffee in 'Dear Toffee', followed by three more stories with different names in same book, 3 couples ,who were Oat and Lamon,Mok and Kaopun,third couple only introduced second half of story, were who must fight to define love in their own unique way.

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.

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.

Shen Lu wakes up inside a book he knows far too well, and it takes him one breath to realize the truth: he has transmigrated into the body of a vicious sect alchemist, a side character infamous for bullying the future male lead. In the original story, this Shen Lu dies within the first ten chapters, cut down by Helian Feng—an icy, righteous sword cultivator who never forgives and never misjudges. Shen Lu has no intention of becoming a canon death. But repentance doesn’t erase reputation, and survival isn’t as simple as “being nicer.” His body remembers cruelty, the sect remembers every public humiliation he dealt, and Helian Feng remembers the one thing he can never replace: the family token tied to his missing mother, destroyed for sport. Even if Shen Lu changes overnight, Helian Feng sees only a better-disguised threat. When the sect dispatches them into a secret realm to hunt an ancient sword immortal’s remains—an immortal bone rumored to elevate a cultivator’s path—Shen Lu is forced into Helian Feng’s proximity with nowhere to run. His book knowledge keeps him alive, until fear makes him slip and blurt out a detail he should not know. He scrambles for cover, claiming he studied an old realm record, but the damage is done. Helian Feng’s suspicion hardens into something colder than hatred: certainty. Inside the realm, Helian Feng is struck by a lethal poison-curse that locks his meridians and devours spiritual energy. Shen Lu discovers the only antidote is a rare pill that can be refined only by his secret alchemical technique. He makes the choice anyway. The pill saves Helian Feng’s life, but the backlash shatters Shen Lu’s cultivation realm, leaving him weakened and exposed in a place that preys on weakness. The poison does not release cleanly. To survive, they are forced into emergency dual cultivation—an act that violates everything Helian Feng believes about control, purity, and justice, and confirms every rumor Shen Lu once embodied. When it ends, Helian Feng nearly kills Shen Lu in a surge of anger and self-disgust, stopping only because he cannot reconcile murder with the life Shen Lu just gave him. From that moment, Helian Feng becomes hyper-vigilant and controlling, treating Shen Lu like a dangerous liability he alone is responsible for. Shen Lu accepts it, because he has no right to demand trust. He sets one boundary and holds it with shaking resolve: Helian Feng may protect him, but he cannot cross the line again—if there’s poison left, Shen Lu will find the cure himself. Helian Feng agrees, then breaks the spirit of the agreement in the only way he can: by secretly helping, silently shielding Shen Lu from ridicule, danger, and the sect’s hunger for a scapegoat. As they claw their way out of the secret realm with the immortal bone and too many unspoken debts between them, the hatred doesn’t vanish—it evolves. Helian Feng’s blade stays sharp, but his attention lingers too long. Shen Lu’s fear remains, but so does a stubborn gentleness that keeps choosing Helian Feng’s life over his own comfort. Their relationship becomes a slow, brutal negotiation of trust: measured in injuries treated, truths withheld, nights watched over, and the quiet terror of caring for someone who still has every reason to end you. Much later, after they ascend to the upper realm, clues surface about Helian Feng’s missing mother—proof that she is alive beyond the lower cultivation world. The mystery intersects with their path at the worst possible time, when both men are finally beginning to believe in a future. And when their bond is truly accepted by the heavens and tested by fate, the late-story mpreg becomes not a twist, but a payoff: a hard-won life made possible by devotion, cultivation, and a love that survived its own beginning.

Ayen used to be part of the Adrift Organization, a private company of guides. However, as he was the lowest of his entire batch, and it could even be said that he was barely considered an E-class Guide with a pathetic amount of energy that made him no different from a normal person, he was kicked out of the organization miserably. He didn’t have a choice but to apply to the Guides Association, which was managed by the government, and that only meant he was now both a civil servant and a member of the military. With a meager amount of energy, and as the lowest-level E-class Guide at that, no Esper had ever chosen him. No one with their right mind would really choose him. And five years later, at a certain forbidden zone, Ayen met Khal and Devion, two dangerous SS-class Espers. Two Espers that no guide could handle, and a Guide that no Esper had ever chosen. Two different situations and an unexpected discovery. #Guideverse. #GuideXEspers #poly #throuple #1v2

​TITLE: THE STORM'S ANCHOR Male X Male. ​To the world, Eliot Huang is the perfect Anchor—beautiful, untouchable, and tragically fragile. Trapped in a gilded cage of public adoration and manufactured gratitude, his mind is held hostage by a man who claims to be his only savior. But beneath the mask of a vulnerable superstar lies a terrifying truth: Eliot is no ordinary Anchor. He is a once-in-a-century existence whose true, devastating power is locked away behind a wall of psychological manipulation. ​Qiu Dingjie is a Shadow bound by instinct and fierce loyalty to protect him. Forced to watch from the sidelines as the person he cares for most is slowly poisoned by a fake savior's gaslighting, Qiuqiu is a predator waiting to strike. He is willing to tear down the world to free his Anchor, but he soon realizes that the hardest battle isn't fighting the enemies in the shadows—it is breaking the invisible chains wrapped around Eliot’s own mind. ​In a world where unseen spiritual frequencies dictate power, and silent wars are fought in the dark corners of the glittering entertainment industry, nothing is as it seems. Watched over by a quiet fourteen-year-old observer who records every shifting resonance and buried secret in her notebook, a deadly game of survival has begun. ​The storm is rising. The pieces are on the board. And the only one who can anchor the chaos is the very person the world convinced was broken. ​Will the Butterfly realize its own strength before the velvet cage turns into a grave?

Chen nan held his head, thinking seriously about how he had just transmigrated into a cannon fodder in a book he was reading ,and canceled his engagement, spent money like water and went against the second male lead everywhere for a goody two-shoes and finally died an unnatural death.

The night everything changed... Elian didn't only find his lover cheating on him, he landed in jail and got mistaken for a hired plaything to the mafia heir! When the boyfriend he gave his kidney to betrayed him, Elian's rage got the better of him. He attacked the cheater but ended up harming his lover instead- a member of the most powerful mafia family in the city, the Lombardis. Thrown into prison without trial, Elian's nightmare truly begins when he's mistakenly placed in the private cell of Alessio Lombardi, the brother of the very man who had him imprisoned. Alessio expects submission but Elian refuses to become anyone's toy. But no one has ever rejected Alessio before, so he makes it his mission to break the defiant man who dared say no. It starts out as a twisted game but slowly and without knowing, it becomes an obsession.

[ADULT CONTENT WARNING: Explicit intimacy and mature relationship themes. 18+ only.] Seven years together. Two years married. To the world, Alexander Montclair is the perfect husband gentle, patient, and calm. A man who never raises his voice and believes love should be quiet and understanding. But behind closed doors, his silence speaks louder than anger. In our marriage, his family comes before everything. His mother’s wishes dictate our lives, while my own needs are expected to wait. Every compromise, every apology, every sacrifice, it’s always me who gives in. The only time I feel chosen is in our intimacy moment, when desire briefly drowns out duty and that's when he listens to me instead of his family’s voice. But sex moments can’t hold a marriage together. This is not a story about cruelty or violence. It’s about emotional neglect, quiet obedience, and the slow ache of realizing that love without choice will eventually break you. After seven years of loving him, I must decide: Remain the husband who is always second or finally choose myself.

Three years ago, the Zahryssar Empire saved the Northern Kingdom of Thalryn from absolute annihilation. In gratitude—and desperation—Duke Veyrhold of Thalryn swore a vow to the Coiled Throne: he would send a bride to the Serpent Emperor. But gratitude soon turned to fear. The ruler of Zahryssar, Zeramet Karash, Prime Alpha of a bloodline, was rumored to be a monster—the Serpent King who wiped out his own bloodline, a ruler no consort had ever survived, and a sovereign who could erase a person’s very identity. No omega stepped forward and the promise remained unfulfilled. Until Zahryssar demanded payment. “If I could save your kingdom,” the Emperor declared, “I can erase it just as easily.” With war threatening once more and innocent lives at stake, the Duke made a final choice to send his own omega daughter—only to be refused by her; she chose death over being sent to a monster. And then, his son stepped forward. Levin Veyrhold, Alpha heir of House Veyrhold—warrior, future heir of Veyrhold—offered himself instead. No Omega could survive the Serpent Emperor… but perhaps an Alpha could. In a world where vows are law, power is biology, and love is the most dangerous defiance of all, can Levin Veyrhold survive the serpent emperor?

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.*

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

the top class alpha who doesn't like someone challenged him but got ridiculed by an omega in public. when he try to find that omega he found there was no info about that omega. he tried every method but it was like that omega has never existed in his world. it was like two different world that by mistake gave encounter them of each other that fateful day. Now he disappeared. he wants that omega even if has to destroy this world just to intersect his with that boy's. mafia ceox the boy whose origin he doesn't know. forbidden love but is it really a love between them or something else?

Jayden, a big dog, spends his days thinking about his owner. 'What is Nuea doing?' 'Has Nuea eaten yet?' 'I really want to see Nuea.' 'Can you pet my head?'

Being transmigrated wasn't in Reis's bucket list. Being so in an unpredictable world with danger lurking everywhere? Not even in his nightmare journal. So he definitely isn't thrilled when his soul is literally dragged out into a void and forced into a foreign body. Or about the blue screen of doom, trying to convince him that everything was exactly how it was supposed to be. Like hell it was right for him to be in line for the throne. Surely, Reis had run out of luck. But that didn't mean he was foolish enough to play hero. No. Why must he sacrifice his peace for something so foolish? Reis just had to wait. Until the royal family let their guard down, and he had enough money to escape far away. Just enough to escape heaven's eyes. And someone promised to help. Someone who didn't even know how to hold a human right side up. The fearsome guardian, who, for some reason, picked the weakest human to bother. It cost Reis half his mortal soul and a bit more, but what can he do? Escaping the throne is more important than dignity. Once the trouble's off his shoulder, he'd find a peaceful land to settle in and spend the rest of his mortal life lazing away. The perfect escape plan. But how is he supposed to escape from this so-called guardian again, at least before losing himself entirely? Well, not anytime soon. *** Antihero, bitter MC X Villainous, transcend level ML.

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]

NOTE: MASTER-DISCIPLE RELATIONSHIP * CULTIVATION *XIANXIA *ACTION *R18 Thousands of years ago, the feared Demon Lord, Mo Xuan, was nearly destroyed when the immortals united to eliminate him in a battle that shook the heavens and earth. Gravely wounded, he escaped into the mortal realm, disappearing without a trace. Since then, a dangerous rumor has spread across the cultivation world—Mo Xuan can only regain his lost power by finding his true love. Once that bond is formed, his strength would surpass even what it once was, powerful enough to challenge the three realms. Determined to prevent his return, the immortal sects secretly search the mortal world, hoping to destroy him before that destined bond is formed. But finding him proves nearly impossible, for Mo Xuan possesses a terrifying ability—he is a shapeshifter who can take any form and become anyone. Amid this hidden hunt, an unlikely figure begins to rise. Yuan Qing, a young man born with a weak spiritual core, had spent his life mocked as the cultivation world’s greatest failure. Everything changes when he becomes the disciple of a mysterious and notoriously lazy master known as Shen Liang, a man with no known past and little interest in reputation or power. Yet under Shen Liang’s guidance, Yuan Qing begins to grow stronger at an astonishing rate, defeating talented cultivators and shocking powerful sects as he steadily walks the path toward immortality. As Yuan Qing’s fame spreads, so do the rumors. No one knows where Shen Liang came from. No one understands how such an ordinary man could raise such an extraordinary disciple. And some begin to suspect a far more terrifying possibility— That the Demon Lord Mo Xuan may already be hiding among them…