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Contract Marriage: I Came For The Son, Then Fell For The Father

Five years ago, Nina Hale lost everything… her family, her reputation, and the man she once loved. Betrayed by her own sister and abandoned by those she trusted most, she disappeared without a trace. Now she’s back. With a new identity and a burning determination, Nina is ready to reclaim her life and chase the dream she once gave up: becoming a star actress. But her return awakens old enemies, and her scheming sister Lydia is determined to ruin her again. Just when Nina thinks things can’t get worse, she’s caught in another trap… and unexpectedly crosses paths with a quiet, lonely little boy. Ethan Grant hasn’t spoken in years. Feeling responsible for him, Nina agrees to stay and help the child come out of his shell. But she didn’t expect Ethan’s dangerously charming father, Lucas Grant, to enter the picture. Cold, powerful, and impossible to read, Lucas slowly finds himself drawn to the woman who brightens his son’s world. What begins as a simple act of kindness soon turns into something far more complicated, because Nina came back for revenge. She never planned to fall in love. ********** “I shouldn’t be here,” Nina whispered, even as she stayed rooted in place. Lucas stepped closer, slow and deliberate, his presence closing the distance between them. “Then why are you?” Her breath hitched when his fingers brushed hers—light, almost accidental, but it lingered. “This isn’t part of the deal.” “Maybe it should be.” His gaze dropped to her lips, dark and intent. “You don’t even like me,” she said, though her voice softened. “That’s not the problem.” “Then what is?” He leaned in, close enough for his voice to turn low, intimate. “That I want you anyway.” “Lucas…” Her hand pressed lightly against his chest, but she didn’t push him away. His eyes held hers, unwavering. “Use me, Nina.”
Nyx_Rae · 2k Views

SSS-RANK ASSASSIN: REBORN FROM HELL

Bando Takeshi was the North Saki clan's deadliest weapon. Eighteen years of perfect contracts. Zero failures. A reputation that made grown men lower their voices when they said his name. He had one rule above all others: finish the job, come home to his family. Then one night, the Tsushiguta clan — hired by the very man Takeshi had served loyally for a decade — came for his home. They killed his daughter. They killed his son. They killed his wife. And they beat Takeshi until his body gave out and left him for dead beside their corpses. But he didn't die. Not yet. He buried his family with broken hands. He trained until his body became something beyond human. He hunted the Tsushiguta clan camp by camp, kill by kill — leaving one man alive each time to point him toward the next. And when he finally found Tsutsumi Yasuo — the man who had signed his family's death warrant like a business transaction — he tore through hundreds of assassins to reach him. He didn't make it. Overwhelmed, beaten to nothing, he spent seven days being tortured before they slit his throat. Most men would have stayed dead. Takeshi walked through hell instead. In the dark realm of Meikoku, where the dead dissolve slowly into nothing, he fought his way to the Throne of Ash and struck a bargain with Tunechi — the god of death himself. Resurrection. Power. A second chance at the life that was stolen from him. The price? A fragment of Tunechi's death essence fused into his soul — and an obligation to compete in the Meichi Rite, a cosmic tournament held in Kakuriyo, the realm between the living and the dead, where the winner earns one Divine Concession. One wish that even gods must honor. Tunechi wants his wish. Takeshi wants his family's souls freed. Only one wish gets granted. Bando Takeshi claws out of his own grave with death in his chest and revenge still burning in his throat. He is not the man he was. He is colder. Darker. Harder. Every kill feeds the power inside him. Every step forward costs him something human. But Tsutsumi Yasuo is still alive. And Takeshi didn't make a deal with the god of hell just to forgive.
Alpha_Writer · 2.5k Views

The General's Daughter: The Mission

Her childhood was forged in shadows, and she was sharpened into a weapon, trained to be a ghost, a killer—an instrument of vengeance. The target: a decorated general who brought down her family. But fate doesn't follow orders. Just as Lara was about to execute her long-planned mission, everything spiraled out of control. A military convoy intercepted her escape route—escorting none other than the general himself. And then came the moment that changed everything. A blinding crash. Screeching tires. Her body was thrown like a ragdoll, then darkness. She had a fleeting recollection of another world, another lifetime where kings ruled the land with an iron fist. But she woke up, and twelve long months had passed.  She did not know where she was or who she was. She remembered nothing. They told her different names. A child with trembling hope whispered, “Mommy, your name is Moira Torres.” Her doctor insisted, “Your admission slip says Larissa Reyes.” A hardened general leaned close and commanded, “Remember who you are. Remember your mission.” Then another general—dangerously calm, incredibly familiar—looked at her as if she mattered and asked, “Can I call you Lara?” The name unlocked something buried deep in her soul. Lara Norse Kromwel. Daughter of General Odin Norse. Empress of the First Empire. But the man who watched her most closely dismissed it with cold certainty. “This is the 21st century,” he said. “What nonsense are you spouting? What Empress? You are my woman. You can only be mine!"
Azalea_Belrose · 182.2k Views