betrayal

"I love you, okay?" ... her voice broke as she stared up at Nur's face. His eyes widened, chest tightening as he stared back at her, at the magnitude of her words. Tears clung to Ayse's lashes, his wife who he supposedly contract married. From the very first day they locked eyes, he loved her but not even for a second, he would have thought she would fall for him. This was Deniz Nur Hakan--The sole heir to the multibillion-dollar company, he who built empires with his bare hands. He had ice in his veins and ruled with an iron fist. Men trembled under his gaze; women drove to him.  A man whose ears were deaf to the pleadings of many. Some called him a bastard, and for some he was just their "son"  His father, Emre Yousef Hakan--A tyrant man. He handed Nur the keys to the Hakan's estate. Well pleased and trusted that his son will continue his tyrannical reign. After the funeral ceremony, his mother had come to him.  Conversing to him on estate matters and the "future" "How his job wasn't only proceeding his father's company but to also produce an heir" Nur stared at his mother's unreadable face; he shook his head and sternly rejected even a thought on such matters.  Though months passed. One faithful night, he received the news.  "Mr. Hakan, your mother has passed away" Nur was left heartbroken; he fled from U.K and quickly arrived at Istanbul via his private jet.  The car clicked opened as he made his way in the magnificent "Hakan estate" Where he would find his "relatives" people who they had lost connection to the very day his parents married. They weren't well off back then yet lived happily.  He paid them no mind and walked towards the center where his mom's coffin was.  Clutching around the fine wood, tears sprung out. His mother, the only one who he could rest his head on the shoulders, lazily talk about his day. She had left him. The funeral has ended. Meanwhile Nur sat at his study, blue eyes flickering under the warm glow. Just then--the door clicked, there entered, Ali Demir, his father's advisor, now his. The silver-haired man walked to him, hands clutching at piles of documents. He then conversed to him on the future and that to attain his will, he must marry. Nur's face turned pale, marriage--A chapter that he had closed long ago. After his previous marriage in Ankara to his childhood sweetheart--Eylul Aydin. He remembered her end--how his father mercilessly unlived her and their unborn child. Nur had also rejected this idea prior to his mother's death. Yet--Ali continued, "the bride had also been selected" His jaw flexed as he raked his eyes at him, "Did you...? Ali shook his head, "I wouldn't dare... if it wasn't the very own wish of Mrs. Hakan" Nur sighed, a part of him was uninterested and the other part? --merely curious to who it was. Ali continued, the bride is from one of the Kaplan family branches. "Who...is it? Nur's voice came out, flustered. Ali's mouth parted, "Ayse Azra Yildiz" His eyes widened, his chest tightened. To be continued>>>>>>>>>>

You are a blank paper but got soaked with black ink. You never chose to be soaked but life did.

Tonight, Cecilia’s heart was ripped from her chest to break her bond with Arzhen. The Weretiger King’s son, the man she had been bonded to for seven years, had mercilessly taken her life. Who could blame him, really? Cecilia was just a fake Saintess, after all. When the real love of his life, the true Saintess Ruby Vaiva, emerged to reclaim her legitimate title, it was all over for Cecilia. Cast away by the very people she had saved through sheer will and intellect, all in favor of a divine cheat, she knew no one was coming to save her. But as her eyes grew heavy and the world began to fade, a notification suddenly popped into her mind. DING! [Capturable Love Interest detected! Would you like to roll for Five Star Love Interest, Oathran Alicei? You have 10 free rolls!] [Yes/No] Ah. So there was a man dying nearby, too… Wait... Oathran Alicei? The Dragon Lord?! [Warning! Five Stars Love Interest Exclusive Banner is about to expire! Roll?] [Yes/No] Alright, alright! Roll! *** “It wasn’t a prophecy, it was an oath. Your oath. To me.” He wanted to die by her hands. He must. “It was about dying at the hands of the one person I respected. The one person who promised to take the burden from me. You.” “And if I say you are a saintess, then you are.” *** “You think there’s a measurement for sin?” “If we are going to get you with child, it will be done properly. Ideally, in front of that precious nephew of mine. Let him have a front-row seat to his legacy being… superseded.” “God forbid a man finds creative motivation.” *** “So what if it’s wrong? Be wrong, and live.” “Let me tell you one thing, Cecilia. If you die, even if it was the right thing to be… it’s still wrong.” “If you die, the world will be wrong.” “And a wrong world must perish.” *** [17+ NSFW, Reverse Harem, BeastsXHuman, Revenge, System, Dragon, Werelion, Werewolf, 3 Male Leads] Existing smut chapters: Ch. 16, 26, 51, 52, 68, 69, 70, 72, 81, 82, 83, 104, 105, 106, 117, 118, 119, 121, 138, 139 & 140 (for now)

A terminally ill man from our world accepts a mysterious offer to be reborn in a brutal cultivation world with a "gamer system" as his cheat. But as he rises from nothing, he makes a horrifying discovery: the system granting him quests and levels isn't a tool for his salvation—it's a sentient, ancient evil that devours the souls of its users.

I closed my eyes and let out a soft gasp. My fingers were numb and cold, my arm aching where the needle pierced the vein. Something clattered onto the pavement. The needle. It must have slipped out of my hand. Nothingness swirled around me, bringing the first sense of peace that I'd felt since...ever. But that was okay. It meant that there was no one to miss me, and no one I would miss. Well, perhaps there would be a few, but they could always find others to extract their cruel, sadistic pleasure from. My last breath was rough and shallow, the last beat of my heart pitifully fail. I sank to the alley floor, eyes closing, welcoming the blessed nothingness of the end. Only...death was supposed to be dark, wasn't it? And since when did 'nothingness' have so many gods? Discord: https://discord.gg/PX3xqJdZMY

[Trigger Warning: This semi dark fantasy romance contains few mature themes.] --- SYNOPSIS: •A WORLD BUILT ON LIES• Long ago, humans lived unaware of the supernatural beings hidden among them—werewolves with their primal instincts, witches whispering spells in the dark, and elves with their ancient, watchful eyes. For centuries, they coexisted in fragile silence. Then, everything shattered. Near the shadow-drenced woods of the Shadow pack kingdom, human traveler stumbled upon a gruesome scene: an old woman’s lifeless body, her skin ashen, her wounds gaping like accusations. A few paces away lay a dead werewolf, its throat ripped open, its muzzle still flecked with blood. The truth was undeniable—monsters walked among them. Fear ignited war. Humans, armed with fire and steel, hunted the supernatural races. Witches and elves were dragged into the slaughter, their homes burned, their people butchered. The bloodshed raged until King Alfred V of the Amethyst Kingdom stood before the four Werewolf Kings—Silverhowl, Crimsonheart, Shadow, and Atlassian —and offered a deal drenched in poison. A sacrifice for peace. Every twenty years, each human family would surrender a daughter to the werewolves. And in return, the future Alpha Kings must wed a human—or the war would reignite. The werewolves agreed. The witches and elves retreated, their hatred festering like an open wound. The world remained fractured, its peace a fragile lie. --- •THE PROPHECY OF FIRE• In the hidden Blaze Tribe, where crimson eyes burned like embers, the seer Prophetia foresaw annihilation. "Our people will fall," she rasped, her voice trembling. "But from the ashes, a girl will rise—the one who will bring true peace… and the one they will slaughter for it." The tribe made a desperate pact. They would cast a spell—a curse of forgotten memory—erasing their existence from the world’s mind. Their souls would be the price, but their legacy would live on in Ovelia, the child of prophecy. The night the Blaze Tribe fell, Ovelia’s parents hid her in the whispering forest, their hands shaking as they sealed a goddess—Firera—inside her infant body. Then, they turned to face their doom. --- •FATE’S CRUEL WHISPER• Ace Draven—half-werewolf, half-witch prince of Silverhowl—had never believed in destiny. Until he found a crying infant in the forest. His wolf, Fenrir, howled in recognition. A crimson thread shimmered between them—mates. But Firera, watching from within Ovelia’s soul, snarled. "She’s a child. This is too soon." With a flick of her wrist and spell, she tore the memory from Ace’s mind, leaving only an empty ache in his chest. --- •TWENTY YEARS LATER: A SACRIFICE IGNITES• Ovelia has spent her life as a slave, raised by the cruel mayor of Timberline Village—a man who would gladly sacrifice her to spare his own daughter. The night of the sacrifice, the air reeks of damp earth and iron. Torches flicker as the werewolves emerge from the shadows. And then—Ace Draven steps forward. Their eyes meet. Fenrir *howls*. Ace’s claws unsheathe, his breath ragged. He doesn’t understand why his wolf is clawing at his ribs, why his pulse hammers at the sight of this stranger. But the bond between them burns hotter than vengeance. Ovelia doesn’t know him. He doesn’t recognize her. And yet, their souls scream in unison.

Hayel is a teenager living in a village called Mastaine. People living there don’t really like him. Maybe there is a good reason, but Hayel doesn’t really care. One night, after making one more bad choice, an incident happens that turns his life around. He gains an ability, but loses something else.

A pathless soul wandering in realms of delusion — cursed by nightmare and loved by the Princess of Lust. To reclaim a body lost to the unknown, he must seize a fate stolen through his own novel.

Max Calder is sucked into the world of the supernatural, with demons, angels, dangerous criminal organizations, and an ancient power called Flux.

Aria Carter wakes up in a parallel world as a disgraced superstar whose career has already collapsed. Scandals explode, endorsements vanish, and the entertainment industry turns its back on her overnight. Just as she hits rock bottom, the **Entertainment System** awakens, allowing her to unlock legendary works from another world by completing artistic achievements. With no shortcuts and no mercy, Aria fights her way back using music, literature, and film as her only weapons. From quiet releases to industry-shaking masterpieces, she rises step by step, launching a dimensional strike that reshapes entertainment—and gives birth to a new era.

Chapter excerpt: Charlton knew what was running in her head and in truth he wanted to mock her. ’You truly are a whore, aren’t you?’ he wanted to say. However, he was not planning to make this a one-time thing and he had more in store for her. So instead, he leaned forward as he started kissing her tears away. "Serena, I love you so much, do you know that? So please, don’t give me that look." Serena’s tears did not stop but what was the use. They were already like this and no matter how much she denies it, that she even let something like this happen… there’s only one conclusion. She still loved Charlton. Or at least she was that greedy for his love. She could not push him away so she could only raise her arms and envelope him in her embrace. "We’re going to burn in hell for this…." She whispered. Charlton burrowed his head on the juncture of her neck. He licked and kissed that part, careful not to leave a mark as they still will be meeting with the others later. He smirked when he felt her tremble. Why was she so easy? Regardless, he was enjoying what she can offer before he ruins her himself. "All the more reason to get as much heaven as we can now." He said, then he started moving. -- A year after his father’s death, grand duke Charlton Daniel finally responds to the summon of his uncle, the king, to return to the capital. Of course, his reason for compliance was not due to his subservience to the crown. Four years ago, his life has been turned upside down. His lover betrayed him for his cousin, the crown prince. His father was sent to prison because of a crime with dubious evidence. While he, himself, was sent to exile with a mission to capture the revolutionists. All of which, he took in strides because of his steadfast belief in humanity and justice. However, time changes everyone. Four years may seem short, but to some, it’s enough to change their perceptions and priorities. Once a pacifist at heart, Charlton is now going to return to the royal capital with a personal vendetta. -- To the public eye, Serena William, nee Maxwell, was living the perfect life. She was beautiful, rich, happily married, and has the unwavering support of her maternal family. Oh, and did I mention that she was also the crown princess and the most loved personage? Yes, that she was. Kind, generous, and approachable. She was a woman who was completely unlike any other. No one in the royal family was as well loved by the masses as she was. At least, that’s how her life was perceived to be. Behind closed doors, life was not as glamoured up as it was in the tabloids. Her first pregnancy ended up in stillbirth, while the next two ended up in miscarriages. Was this her retribution? She could not help but ask herself. This led to her guilt and self-blame which further developed her insecurity, and even inferiority complex. Aside from what she was undergoing herself, it doesn’t help that the queen mother kept on rubbing salt to injury by implying that she should let her lady-in-waiting, the queen’s first choice for crown princess, take over. Crown prince Geoffrey William was Serena’s saving grace, her knight in the shining armor, the man who sticked with her through thick and thin. Would she ever be willing to make way for another woman for his own good? Then worse, comes her old flame who seems to still be enamored with her. What lengths would she be willing to take to keep the pandora’s box shut? However, there are no secrets that time does not reveal. What will she do when she later finds out what her greatest champion did to her? -- Hearts will break, heads will roll. All is fair in love and war. This novel is not for the faint hearted. — This novel is the sequel to the first titled, ‘Making the second male lead fall in love with me, the Villainess’, and is set four (4) years after the royal wedding. (But you don’t need to read the first to understand this one, sequence is not important)

Artyom Kozlov, CEO of Kozlov Corp powerful and successful Billionaire always loved and trusted his wife Anna Volkova but she betrayed him with her Lover Pyotr Morozov tried to take over his company but she doesn't that he dominates the whole game with his secretary Anastasia Sidorova who was heiress of Sidorova Corp who working under him because she loves him

On the night of her engagement party, Alayna Sandra discovers her future contract husband is cheating on her with her own sister. She's shattered, broken, and furious all at once. So when she finds his stepbrother, Dafa Halton, she marries him instead. But now, why is her ex fiance the one begging her to come back? And who would have thought that his useless stepbrother would turn out to be the best man she's ever met. -Love Reclamation: Escaping My Contract Husband, Finding His Stepbrother By Yuliaresi Anjelina

So, what’s this novel about? Think 'Squid Game' meets 'Game of Thrones'. ✧˖°── .✦───☼༺☆༻☾───✦.── °˖✧ In a kingdom where the crown is not passed by blood. Even a prince must earn it and even a peasant can claim it. Keiser was a knight of the royal brigade, one of the first commoners ever to reach the final trial of the King’s Gambit. A brutal tradition decided the kingdom’s next king. While nobles trained their entire lives for it, Keiser… born with no mana, rose through grit, loyalty, and unyielding strength. At his side stood Prince Gideon Aury Valemont, the king’s fourth son, who had seemingly renounced his own claim to support Keiser. Or so Keiser believed. It was in the final trial that the truth revealed its fangs. Keiser had been nothing but a pawn. Gideon had used him as a shield, a decoy to draw assassins and rivals, all while secretly paving his own path to the throne. In the trial, a candidate’s kingmaker must either make the ultimate sacrifice or betray their chosen king and seize the throne. Gideon chose the crown. Bloodied and broken, Keiser knelt, impaled by the very sword Gideon gifted to him. A blade forged from the core of a dragon he had once sworn to free, now twisted into the instrument of his death. Smoke curled from seared flesh, sigils burned into his skin by the hand he once trusted most. As numbness dulled the pain, he raised his gaze... And beheld Gideon, crowned in gold and betrayal... a serpent in royal silk, enthroned by treachery and gilded lies. In that final breath, Keiser understood. The King’s Gambit had never been about valor or justice. It was a masquerade of shadows, where victory belonged not to the strongest... but to the most ruthless deceiver. But death was not his end. Keiser awakens in the body of Muzio Auro Valemont, the king’s disgraced tenth prince, long-missing bastard son, doomed to die before the Gambit even begins. To stop history from repeating, Keiser must find the man he once was, must convince his former self that betrayal is coming, that Gideon will drive into his back the very blade forged from the dragon he once freed. Even if it means entering the Trials again in a body too weak to hold a sword. Even if it means bleeding himself dry to keep pace with his mind. Even if it means turning to the forbidden art of Blood Scripting. Keiser---now Muzio, must train, scheme, and survive... Not as the knight who flew too close to the sun, But as the bastard son hidden in its shadow. He no longer seeks the crown. He seeks to destroy all who dare to wear it. ༻✦༺ 　༻✧༺　༻✦༺ Unofficial tags are: #Transmigration, #Regression #TimeTravel, #BodySwap #IdentityRebirth #MagicSystem #Greek/Latin/Symbols/Weird-Magic-System, #BloodMagic #ForbiddenArts #StrongToWeak / #WeakToStrong, #Trial-by-Succession, #FoundFamily #Mystery, #HorrorElements, #Elves, #Dragons, #Fae, #Sirens, ━⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅━ If any of that caught your interest, give the story a try, and hopefully you'll find it better than expected.

Legend of Leviticus In a world where memory cuts deeper than the present, Legend of Leviticus traces the haunted steps of a man entangled in the echoes of his past. Bound to the House of Fellowship, Leviticus is a devoted figure in the faith of Serenism but devotion has never shielded him from the ghosts that follow. Through shifting relationships, a hunger for power, and the quiet ache of unresolved wounds, he tells his story—not to be redeemed, but to be understood

A bunch of mini stories.

When Alex was hoping to get an awesome superpower like his mom or inherit her superpowers he instead get a system and not a normal system which he has read in any fantasy novel but a system called 'Cuckold System' things gets messy as the bully of his previous school found him again but what about Alex ? will he submit to his desires or resist them ?lets find out Warning tags : ntr, cuckold

Aira was never the girl people chose. She was the temporary one… the easy one… the one everyone used and left behind. Her whole life, she kept saying sorry— sorry for existing, sorry for loving too much, sorry for not being enough. But one night, at her lowest, Aira decides she’s done begging for love. Now she wants money, glow-up, power, and revenge. So she starts writing her pain into a book… hoping it’ll finally change her life. And then a comment appears. From an anonymous account with a cat profile picture: @whyisthiscatreading “Your book… it didn’t feel fictional.” Aira doesn’t know who he is. She doesn’t know his face. She doesn’t know his real name. All she knows is this— someone out there is reading her pain like it belongs to them… and the more he reads, the more obsessed he becomes. Because this time, Aira won’t be the girl people leave behind. This time… she’ll be the girl they’ll regret losing.

As a young lady from a very humble beginning, after marrying her crush, a man of her dreams, Ishtar thought that life was smoothly moving exactly how she calculated, not until another woman _ the true love of her husband resurfaced. And now, once a calm way of life, filled with a beautiful love story and legit wealth, along the way became a tough game of survival for her. When hush life tides kicked her out of her marriage with a three days old new-born _ all the way to finding herself become an assassin when she's left with amnesia and she cannot remember how she got hurt, only heavens were to have her back.