betrayal

Tao Hua's life is fucking miserable, and that misery somehow earns him the title of "Village Disgrace." In order to cope with the awful treatment, he often retreats into words untold, dictated by the flip of a page. These worlds leave him with the dream of escaping this piece of shit town. To his utter dismay, his wish comes true, but not in the way all those fairytales promised. His saviour is a man he becomes enthralled with and whom he names “Lord No-Name.” This male lead is a touchy man with many faces. And for lack of a better word, Tao Hua can’t decide if he’s either the story’s love interest or villain. But the two share a common sentiment. This prince, alike Tao Hua, is also fucking miserable. But arguably worse! And instead of coping like a normal fucking person, he does the opposite. He doesn't escape. He doesn't cope. He just tries to fight against the already fated truth of his demise. 0/10, worst prince ever written. Misery aside, this fateful encounter will force Tao Hua to make a choice, leaving him with only one question: "What was one mean-spirited beast to a town of people who despise a beauty's entire existence?" ──── ୨୧ ──── Beauty and the Thief is a slow-burn, stop to smell the roses, type of novel. That being said, the roses are beautiful, and upon closer observation they’re less floral than once thought. It follows the POV of Tao Hua, as he tries to navigate his new life in a place that actually values him, and the prince of this story’s mood swings. ──── ୨୧ ──── !!!!Disclaimer!!!! EXTREMELY SLOW PACED! Character driven, before plot! This story borrows the premise of Beauty and the Beast, by Jeanne-Marie Le Prince de Beaumont, relying heavily on the trope while also twisting it to smithereens. The beast element is exchanged for a power dynamic, and the curse differs from the original story. The narration borders on sarcastic and self-aware, while also targeting deeper topics. It often breaks the fourth wall as a stylistic choice. A lot of the work will be edited over time, but the bones will remain the same. Cover is temporary until I get my commission done!

"He was her past, present, and future. She was his beginning and end." *_**_*____ Luna Harristone brought a blade to the Lycan King’s ball. For his heart. The pack’s wofless outcast. Rejected by her alpha’s mate. Ridiculed for 19years. She should have fled when King Draven claimed her as his bride before the entire pack. Instead, she walked into King Draven Iravnov’s welcome ball with silver hair, amber eyes, and a dagger strapped to her thigh. Because the Alpha of Alphas isn’t just the king who burns packs for sport. He’s the man from her nightmares. The one with green eyes who’s haunted her since she was five. The one she swears murdered her parents. King Draven Iravnov has been searching for 400 years. Not for a bride. For a ghost. Then Luna appears. And he smiles. “Finally.” He is not cruel. He is precise. “You have three breaths to become useful.” “I do not collect debts from strangers.” “You sold me false dawn. So I will give you real onesies until you understand the difference.” He doesn’t rage. He calculates. He doesn’t forgive. He educates. Men count sunrises until they break. Lords learn time is a currency only he spends. And Luna? He looks at her like he’s known her for centuries. Like he’s waited. “I wasn’t done with you,”he murmurs. “My sweet Adeline.” Problem is, Luna doesn’t know Adeline. She doesn’t remember him. She only knows the blade under her gown, the mate who rejected her, and the king who calls murder “administrative work.” Two girls fit the prophecy. Only one walks away. He chose last night. But he won’t say who. And Luna’s about to learn why her soul flinches when he says “Mine.” Will she remember why she loved him before she buries the blade? Or will she become another name in his ledger? *_**_**_* Warning: Mature Contents! No Rape! *#Slowburn #Morally Grey ML #Reincarnation #Prophecy #DarkRomance #Revenge #R18 #Angst Author’s POV: Regency balls, 400-year-old prophecies, and a king who treats torture like afternoon tea. If you like your MLs cold, your FLs with knives, and your romance measured in body counts, welcome to the court. _I promise you’ll check for blades under your own dress._ (;..^~^.;) *_**_**_* *Connect with me:* Discord: Mimidaniels_ Facebook: Author Mimidaniels Instagram: Writer Mimidaniels_ ---

After getting divorced from her husband, the man her family sold her off to, Roseanne found out that she was pregnant. The worst part? The child wasn’t his. The night she caught her husband cheating on her with her sister, on the very bed that was supposed to be theirs, her heart shattered into pieces and she ran out crying like an idiot. Roseanne ended up in a hotel bar she had never been to before. And that was where she met Czar Nikolai Romano. He was… devastatingly handsome, dangerously composed, and the kind of man women whispered about in daydreams and warnings alike. There were plenty of red flags screaming at her that he was someone she shouldn’t get involved with. But fueled by heartbreak and betrayal, she bravely took the drink he offered. Now, four years later, a tiny carbon copy of the man she spent one reckless night with ran around her house clutching toy cars in his little hands. Roseanne thought her life had ended the moment she found out she was pregnant, but it turns out, Kaden became the only joy she lives to protect. She must protect her son. From Czar, who was obsessed with making them his. From Galen, the ex-husband who apparently wanted her back. From Étienne, a new stranger who seemed to take an interest in her and Kaden. And from the dangers of a world she never knew existed. Or maybe, she was already part of it all along. — “Mister, don’t flirt with Mommy!” Czar froze. “I don’t want a baby brother!” Roseanne flushed bright red. “Kaden!” — [WARNING: MATURE CONTENT (18+)]

His business had failed, and his wife had betrayed him. Yang Qi had hit rock bottom, left with nothing. Unexpectedly, Lin Qingxuan, the daughter of a wealthy family, reached out to help, willing to give her all for him. "Heh, darling, look at him. Doesn't he look like a dog? A pathetic, groveling dog!" "Why did you betray me? Why are you having this sleazy affair with that scoundrel, Zhang Peng?!"

The Archon of Rot is dead. The city is celebrating. And something beneath Lion's Gate is already feeding on the dead. The Hero's Triad returns to a city draped in banners and gratitude but the streets are bleeding. Bodies are found torn apart from the inside. The sick fill the infirmaries with wounds no healer can name. And somewhere in the web of Lion's Gate's politics, faith, and commerce, an Archon moves unseen, not with claws, but with threads. Nyra is hunting something that wears every face. Neo is being found by something that knew his name before he did. And Thal carries a truth he has kept buried, one that is about to be used against everything he has tried to protect. The Kruul have a King. He has two of the three. And the third has just been named. Some histories don't stay buried. Some bloodlines don't stay silent. And some secrets, once spoken, cannot be unspoken. The Archon of Rot was a battle. The Archon of Threads is a city.

Luo Qiu became the boss of a ‘club’ by chance. It was a weird club that sold strange items, assisted by a servant girl with 300 years of work experience. Countless people with dreams, hopes and ambitions came to the club, exchanging everything precious they owned just to fulfill their desires. They would offer their lifespan, items, and even their soul. Each successful trade would increase Luo Qiu’s lifespan by a little. “Tribute successful, your lifespan has increased by 99 years.” Thus, Luo Qiu began his endless life as the club’s boss.

Just because she glanced at him once more in the crowd, she inexplicably "seduced" Capital's young Mr. Peary. So— "Uncle, I'm stuck at the police station." Soon, a large group of black-clad, gun-holding people stormed into the police station, nearly blowing it sky-high. "Uncle, someone says she is your wife and told me to take good care of her." In an instant, the woman disappeared, and a certain man physically demonstrated to her that he only has one wife. In public, he is the cold and ruthless CEO of MC. In private, he is a rogue husband who tries every means to coax her into bed. One day, a certain woman couldn't stand it any longer, clutching her waist and sobbing, "You're sleeping in the study tonight." The man hooked his lips, "You seduced me first, you proposed to me, you wanted to have a child..."

The Ancient Fiend Dragon Emperor, Su Han, had once governed the holy realm and held sway for a whole century as the most powerful man of the entire galaxy! However, after his death from berserk Qi deviation due to merging different cultivation levels, his men mutinied, his lover fell into a deep sleep, and his best friend became a fugitive! Now, after being reincarnated, Su Han will surely make a comeback and turn things around, killing everyone that had once betrayed him!!!

After his wife's affair and the discovery that his child belongs to another man, Li Feng is cast out into the rainy night. Since fate won't allow him to live an ordinary life, he resolves to live an extraordinary one. “How many roads must a man walk down, before they call him a man" --- <Blowing in The Wind> Bob Dylan

Young Detective Pistachio thought his first case would be a simple theft report. Instead, he faced a worldwide event where thousands of prisoners and criminals died at the same time, showing no signs of violence. The public called this event “The Great Purge.” In a panic, the government ordered the mass disposal of the bodies to prevent riots and disease outbreaks. Arjuna was put in charge of overseeing the cremation of thousands of these so-called “scum of society.” However, after the ashes were scattered into the sea, a new wave of deaths began to hit those criminals still at large. These included offenders involved in bribery, murder, sexual harassment, abuse, robbery, mugging, theft, online gambling, fraud, shooting, corruption, catcalling, and hackers. Pistachio started to see a pattern: each death occurred right after the victim committed a concealed crime. He had to hurry to find the “Global Executioner” before he himself got caught in the purifying flames.

“For years I have tried to tell you I was innocent, and what did you do?” “Briar, please,” Cassian tried to say. “It’s not like that―” “Like what?” I spat. “Not like you’ve tormented me my whole life? Not like you’ve used me and tried to have me killed?” “There was a reason for it,” Rowan tried to say. His eyebrows were furrowed together tightly as he took a step forward. He reached for my hand, and I quickly stepped back. Hurt flashed across his eyes. “We didn’t know―” “Of course you didn’t,” I said with a humorless laugh. “All you did was listen to the lies Violet told you. Even though I am your fated mate, you’ve ignored all my pleas to just listen to what I had to say.” “Briar, please listen to us,” Soren said. His eyes were red with desperation. “Please give us another chance.” “No,” I said, shaking my head. “I’m done waiting. I’m done hurting.” I met their gaze, mustering all the strength I had. I ignored the way their mark on my neck burned in protest. “You’ve made your bed,” I said. “Now it’s time to lie in it.” *** Briar Argyris was born into power, the youngest daughter of the revered Beta family of the Shadowclaw Pack―until the day she vanished. Kidnapped as a child and presumed dead, Briar returned years later, broken and bloodied at the border of her homeland. But her family had already moved on. Her sister, Willow, had grown into a prodigal daughter. As such, there was no room for the forgotten daughter. From the moment she came home, Briar was treated like a curse. Her presence seemed to poison Willow, and as such, Briar was forced to stay far away from her―in the omegas’ quarters. When Willow supposedly died, Briar's fate was sealed. The pack believed she was the murderer, and no one was willing to listen to her pleas. Until the Moon Goddess intervened. Right before her execution―her 18th birthday―Briar's destiny was revealed. She was the fated mate of not one, but three Alphas. Rowan. Soren. Cassian Hadeon. Childhood friends of Willow. Heirs of the Shadowclaw Pack. And her greatest tormentors. They wanted nothing to do with her―convinced she had destroyed the girl they loved, and fueled by the lies of Violet, Willow’s best friend. To them, Briar was nothing but a cruel joke of fate. Trapped in a bond she didn’t choose, hated by the men fate bound her to, Briar is determined to survive―even if her heart shatters in the process. Because the truth is still buried. And when it finally surfaces, the Alphas will learn that the girl they rejected is not only their true mate―she’s the key to everything they thought they lost. But will Briar still want them back after everything they've done? After all, the moon shines brighter outside the Shadowclaw Pack. Just because the triplets are dumb enough to let their fated mate go, doesn't mean that others will do the same... *** Updates 2-4 times a week for the month of April. Daily updates starting in May. Thank you for your support!

“You cannot be my mate— we are half-siblings,” I shook my head, my face pale and wan with desperation. “You will marry Yvette and let me go―” “I want to. But you are my fated mate. You know it too,” Caius grabbed my arm, an expression of abject misery on his face. His wolf howled. “We are bound together. The Moon Goddess would not have made such a mistake. If you are my mate, then you are not my sister.” - All Iris Claude wanted was one night where she wasn’t reminded of her status as the pack alpha’s illegitimate daughter. During the masquerade ball, she finds her mate— but there’s one little problem: he’s her half-brother, the boy who tormented her throughout her childhood. Desperate to hide the truth, she flees, only leaving a hair tie behind. She is content to remain in the shadows and watch her fated mate slip out of her hands, but somehow Caius is still constantly antagonizing her, refusing to leave her side, even as his wedding looms closer. Caius Wagner is desperate to find his fated mate after their chance encounter at the masquerade ball. But all he has to track her with is a hair tie, and her scent leads straight to the beta’s daughter, sweet Yvette. Everyone cheers at this perfect union, but Caius finds himself more drawn to his half-sister Iris Claude each passing day. Yet secrets cannot be kept forever. Once the pack finds out they are fated mates, nothing will ever be the same. - [!!NO INCEST AT ALL!!]

It all began with one challenge. Kairo, the untouchable king of campus. A cocky, magnetic heartbreaker every girl dreams of. A walking sin with a smirk that ruins and a charm that destroys. A Casanova who collects hearts like trophies… and never keeps one for long. Then there’s Sara, the quiet nerd who loved him in silence. Not just his body, not just the fantasy every other girl wanted, she longed for all of him. His heart. His soul. His love. But when a challenge pulled them together, his goal was to win the game. Hers was to win him. And somewhere in between, everything changed. What was supposed to be fun became chaos, twisting Sara’s already fragile life into a disaster she never saw coming. Yet, when everything crumbles, she clings to the only thing that keeps her alive, her secret blessing. Her heartbeat. Her reason to keep going.

BLURB When Georgia’s engagement to the unfaithful heir, Jaime Dashton, shatters in a public scandal, she expects to walk away. Instead, she finds herself drawn into the orbit of the one man Jaime fears most: his uncle, Nikolaj. ​Nikolaj is the family’s "Alpha"—cold, calculating, and strictly off-limits. But as corporate secrets and family obsessions collide, the professional lines blur into a dangerous attraction. ​Trapped between a man who won't let her go and a man who shouldn't want her, Georgia must navigate a labyrinth of jealousy and hidden truths. In the house of Dashton, loyalty is a lie, and the only thing more dangerous than losing is falling for the man who owns the throne.

In the Republic of Valeria, some cases get solved. Others just… disappear. Marcus Feldmann works in that space. His unit isn’t something you’ll find in official records. No badges, no recognition, nothing the system will ever admit exists. Just four people working out of an unmarked building, taking on cases no one else can touch. The kind buried under power, money and people who know how to stay untouchable. They don’t follow the usual rules. They can’t. Because the deeper they go, the clearer it becomes that Valeria isn’t just broken on the surface. There are layers to it. Every case they close only leads them to something bigger, something that’s been hidden for years by people who made sure it stayed that way. Directive Four wasn’t supposed to find any of it. But now that they have, there’s no turning back. Vox Mortis: The Fourth Directive is a long-form crime thriller about investigations, consequences and what justice really means when the system meant to protect it is part of the problem. Welcome to Directive Four.

"You're not here to fall in love." "Trust me, sir... I don't even know what that means." She was sold like a possession-traded away by the very people who were supposed to protect her. At just seventeen, she finds herself in a cold, unfamiliar mansion owned by a powerful man known for his silence, strict rules, and a heartbreak he never talks about. His only condition? Take care of his one-year-old daughter. Don't speak unless spoken to. Don't enter his study. Never touch him. For her, following orders is nothing new. Obedience has kept her alive this long. But the baby's soft cries break something inside her, and her tender touch begins to warm a house that forgot what love felt like. He tells himself she's just a caretaker. Just a temporary solution. But night after night, she shatters rule after rule... And soon, his heart becomes the final one to break.

Some children are born with powers that normal people can not fathom. When that happens, they're taken from their families and put into schools so they can focus their abilities on serving their country. Their names are changed and they must abide by a strict schedule, all resistance will be met with force.

Betrayed by his partner and killed in the line of duty, Sub-Inspector Benedict Holstan wakes up in the body of a 5-year-old "useless" noble. Cast aside by his father and left to rot in an abandoned manor, Caelum Valtheron spends years studying ancient grimoires, waiting for his moment. When he enters the Royal Academy, the world expects a failure. Instead, they get a powerhouse. As the only student accepted into both the Knight and Magic programs, Caelum catches the eye of the second Prince, Elias. But Elias carries a dark secret, a poison that kills in 300 seconds without a willing sacrifice. Caelum has the magic to stall the clock. But in a world of political betrayal that mirrors the one that killed him, can he solve the mystery of the poison before time runs out for them both?

If lives are single long threads for each soul being, thus a world is a web of threads created by soul energy, time spent and deliberate mark to be a legacy. Then it takes something signify wrong to break the web network that souls grounded those webs together. Every Universe has a back up system, workers who keep mortal threads blissfully within the natural order. Here in this broken universe these workers are uncovered and brought with the tangles. They weren't the only ones uncovered by the broken laws; other creatures, other being of other realms and even the very foundation gave way to other 'web' worlds. It takes the more frayed thread to repair the broken, forgotten and the ignored. It takes the foundational thread to be beyond repair to be the tool to make do with the mulch that is left behind. Not fixing, no. There isn't any fixing something that has moved on with what it became.

The powerful Vale family is drowning in a massive debt owed to the criminal empire of Cassian Wolfe, head of the Wolfe Syndicate. To settle the debt, the family plans to marry their gentle omega son Eli Vale to Cassian. But the estranged older son Adrian Vale returns after six years away. Adrian is no longer the rebellious heir the family exiled. He has become something far more dangerous — a calculated, highly skilled assassin who survived the criminal underworld. Instead of sacrificing Eli, Adrian takes his place in the marriage, entering the Wolfe Syndicate as the “omega bride.” However, this marriage is not submission. It is a strategic infiltration.