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Beauty and the Thief [BL]

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. ──── ୨୧ ──── CREDIT!! Cover Art by @Sayoto (VGen) Illustrations by me (@meowssey) and zaza (@zazhah) (Both commissioned artists are amazing to work with and I highly recommend their work!)
Meowssey · 52.9k Views

Blood Moon: The Lycan's Queen

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 3years. 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 red 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 TRIGGER: MATURE CONTENT. 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_ ---
MimiDaniels_ · 46.2k Views

Game of gods and kings

In the far away continent of kalinor, a place far too far to be recorded on any known map, the thousand years war between the kingdoms of Mercia and Fridonia came to an abrupt standstill when king Raymond draklyn of Mercia was poisoned to death.This has made the once powerful kingdom to crumble apart as every one of his seven children and countless other clever and ambitious lords, ladies and neighbors are now staking their claims to his empty throne through alliances, betrayals, assassinations and war. However unknown to the warring parties while they are focused on devouring each other, a great and powerful evil that is long forgotten by the people and relegated to myth has decided that the time is right to take advantage of the chaos and lay certain claims of its own. In order to prevent this and end the situation in general, the great goddess of order Diana is forced to play her trump card.... by summoning a select group of players from earth. Now it is entirely up to the clueless and inexperienced young men and women to curb the ambition of greedy powerful men, end a thousand years old war that shows no signs of relenting and battle the ferocious creatures from hell itself while trying not to die in a world where everything and everyone is actively trying to kill them. Good luck EXCREPT In a dim launch chamber lined with inactive VR pods, Rena Stormfort stands in a sleek black immersion suit with copper neural bands at her temples, while Adrian Stormfort, severe in his long gray coat and gloves, watches the Kalinor startup sigils flicker across a glass console. The room still hums with the promise of adventure, but Rena’s clenched jaw says that promise has already curdled into something far darker. Rena Stormfort: " You know I spent seventeen hundred dollars just to buy my way into this game which was supposed to give me peace of mind. How is it that I wake up trapped between rival gods, corpse-archers that kill from thirty miles away, and a thousand years old demon chewing through half of my soul?" Adrian Stormfort: "Stop talking like a customer who wants a refund and start thinking like a survivor, Rena." Rena Stormfort: " Survival? I bought a game, Adrian, not a death sentence." Adrian Stormfort: "Kalinor does not care what you bought; it only cares whether you are strong enough to endure what it is." Rena slams her palm against the console, making the map of Kalinor flare from the western hills to the northern mines. Adrian does not flinch; he steps closer and deactivates the emergency disconnect with a deliberate turn of a brass key. The console projects a fractured crown over the map as claimant banners ignite one by one, and the chamber’s light paints Rena’s face in war-colors while Adrian’s stern expression never softens beneath his silver-streaked hair. The truth settles between them: the dead king’s crisis was never just game lore, but a seal keeping older evils asleep. Rena Stormfort: "So the throne war is a distraction, and while humans, dwarves, elves, and dragons tear each other apart, something ancient is waiting for the kingdom to bleed open." Adrian Stormfort: "Not waiting—waking. Our souls were marked for a reason Rena. I believe Diana chose us to stand where she has failed." Rena Stormfort: "She could have told us that before we were drowning in this shit." Adrian face quickly stiffened Adrian Stormfort: "You wanted the truth; here it is—if you cannot master the gods, the demon, and the war, then Kalinor will bury you and call it justice. This world gives no quarter to weaklings my dear and if you cannot survive, then Die and get out of the way of those who can." Rena steadies her breathing, then reaches past Adrian and reactivates the world gate herself, her confident stare hardening into resolve. Adrian gives the smallest nod, accepting her choice as the portal opens and pulls them both back toward Kalinor.
Daoistpho8DS · 251 Views