betrayal

Twin Roses In a kingdom where beauty blooms but power cuts like thorns, two sisters stand at the heart of prophecy. Eleanor, the gentle rose—shy, kind, and beloved by the people. Eliana, the proud rose—brilliant, ambitious, and determined to seize the crown. Born with faces like mirrors but hearts divided, their bond is tested when secrets buried within the palace begin to stir. A forbidden beast stirs in the shadows, a wizard’s oath binds their fates, and love blooms where it is least expected. But in a world where only one rose can reign… will sisterhood survive, or will desire and destiny tear them apart? ✨ A tale of royalty, romance, and rivalry—where magic crowns one, and betrays the other.

[WARNING: MATURED CONTENT (R18)] Penelope Anderson, long past the age society deems “marriageable” and burdened by rumor, devotes herself to securing a perfect match for her younger sister after experiencing an unsuccessful courtship. Everything proceeds as planned until Lord Anthony Ravenport, a notorious rake she once met under scandalous circumstances, becomes her sister’s most promising suitor. Though Penelope knows he is dangerously unsuitable, his status makes him impossible to refuse. As tensions rise, so does an undeniable attraction between Penelope and Anthony, one that threatens to ruin not only her sister’s future, but the fragile reputation of their entire family. *** “Why do you despise me so much that you consider everything I do unworthy of your blessings!” he demanded, eyes bright with frustration and restrained fury. “Because you are unworthy of one!” she yelled back, her gaze holding the same frustration as his. “You’re unworthy to be a husband, unworthy of my sister, unworthy of love, unworthy of everything! Your presence is only making things worse for Franseca,” “And your presence isn’t?!” he spat back, his composure gradually dwindling as seconds passed. “Just because you think you’re better off unmarried doesn’t make her one. She shows interest in me as much as I do her!” “Oh, is that so?” She countered, mockery and disbelief laced in her tone. “I know men like you. And men like you thrive on pity and selfishness, believing women to be nothing else but breeders and assets! How dare you speak of interest when all you think of is what benefit my sister possesses!” “I know women like you,” he retorted, keeping his voice likewise. “Women whose conclusions are based on personal grudges. Women who are blinded by rage, envy, and jealousy, disguised under safety. Women whose hearts are hardened by grief and sorrow, and all they can think of is affecting other people’s lives!” “How dare you,” Penelope seethed, expression cold in fury and her gaze heated in cold rage. No one has ever talked to her the way he did, and it annoyed her to such an extent that she could barely recognize herself anymore. “Oh, are you pained?” he snorted, mockery plastered in his expression. They were so close, so improperly close that their breath fanned against each other, eyes brightened in rage, chest rising and falling from such pressure. But neither of them seemed to realize. “You are… insufferable!” She spat. “And you’re… aggravating!” he returned, hot breath matching hers, as their chest rose and fell in exasperation. For a moment, the world revolved around heated glares and venomous expressions. Finally, those pair of grey eyes left the storm of dark-brown ones, descending on her lips that were only an inch away. Sensing his diverted attention, her breath stuttered in response, eyes descending against those inviting lips in return. Penelope’s heart raced wildly, breath puffing furiously as she swallowed the lump down her throat, unconsciously wetting her lips. “S-Stay away… from my sister,” She said, words barely above a whisper. Her heart raced, echoing in her ears, causing her to feel dizzy. His eyes darkened as they remained on those inviting lips. “You’ll be the end of me,” he whispered back. And in the blink of an eye, his lips crashed against hers. *** PS: BASED ON HISTORICAL SETTINGS AND TIMELINE. #Slowburnromance #enemiestolovers A/N: There will be slow updates for now, until I conclude “Surrendered To The Lord Of Sin”. Although this is my entry for WSA 2026. Thank you for trying this out!

Harlem Tamrin has never believed in love. Alone in Berlin, she trades affection for ambition and keeps her heart locked behind sharp words and colder walls. Independence is survival. Wealth is freedom. Men? Distractions. Until Ezra Roth. Heir. Playboy. Untouchable. The golden boy with everything, except her. She hates him. He wants her. Their collision pulls them into a world of Hollywood, fashion, fame, and power games where desire feels like war and love is the last thing either can afford. But when obsession burns hotter than reason, will they rise together, or be left in gilded ashes? Excerpt from book: Ezra leaned closer, his voice low enough to scorch. ‘Tell me to stop.’ Harlem’s breath hitched; annoyed at him, annoyed at herself, annoyed at the way her pulse betrayed her. She should’ve pushed him back. She should’ve laughed in his face. Instead, she whispered the one word that would ruin them both. ‘Don’t'.

Sword and Sorrow In a kingdom where appearances dictate worth and tradition confines women to silks and jewels, Yvonne Delaire stands apart. Yvonne Delaire chose the sword, it is her solace, her strength, her everything. But the path she has embraced is far from easy. Thrown into harsh training alongside men who mock her and doubt her place, she must prove herself again and again. Beyond Ashbourne’s walls, dark beasts of many kinds gather, and the kingdom will need every blade. Amid sweat, steel, and scorn, Yvonne’s heart wrestles with love and loyalty. Yet her fate is tied not only to the kingdom’s survival, but also to the destiny of the Delaire family, and her friends alongside other knights. Together, or apart, they may shape the future of Ashbourne.

(WARNING: MATURE CONTENT!!!) "You're going to be the death of me Aurelia." He muttered to her. "Valerian pls...am tired. You need to calm yourself." For heavens sake, he just made her have three orgasms while sore from the previous night. And he's seriously not trying to make her have the fourth one...is he? Breathing hardly now, his eyes locked on her lips. "You know that this one is your fault." "My fault?" She asked in shock. "What did I even do?" "You seduced me." He said and Aurelia was stunned speechless. With an erotic deep sound, valerian quickly descended his head as his mouth devoured hers with renewed vigour and primal hunger. It was as if he were so starved for her taste and was ravenous for her again. ****** In a land divided by elements and ruled by powerful lords blessed by ancient gods- Ignarion- god of fire. Vireon -god of storms. Caelion- god of wind. Neryth-goddess of ice and water. And Thalor- god of earth. Every alliance forged and every oath sworn carries the weight of divine power... and ancient prophecy. For centuries, each lord has coveted more power, more dominion, and more control. One spark is all it takes to ignite war. Born of fire, Aurelia Flameborne was once the pride and beloved daughter of Ashmere. A beautiful warrior princess, destined for greatness and betrothed to Neris Winterbourne, the cold and noble Lord of Winter. All of that shatters the day the witch Ishara curses her. After the devastating War of Ashmere, Her face becomes scarred, her magic fractures, and her family locks her away in the tallest tower, too ashamed to let the world see what she has become. Even her fiancé, the Lord of Winter, abandons her for another. But destiny refuses to let her fade. When whispers from the North threaten to end her engagement, Aurelia's heart shatters. But before her world crumbles completely, a storm rises. Valerian Stormborne, the ambitious and enigmatic Lord of Thunder, steps forward to claim her. Now bound to a tempest, Aurelia finds herself caught in a whirlwind of betrayal, political games, and the unexpected warmth of love from her tempestuous husband… and her husband's son who calls her mother. But beneath the surface of mortal schemes, the gods begin to stir. Buried deep in the ashes of Caelmont lies an ancient prophecy: A child blessed by all five gods, born of powers that should never mix, will either unite the fractured realms… or bring about their ruin. Now, every Lord wants that child. Every kingdom seeks to control fate. But the gods? They have plans of their own. Now Aurelia stands at the center of obsession and war. The Lord of Winter who rejected her wants her back. The Lord of Wind hides desire behind a cunning smile. Her sister, plots from the shadows. And Valerian, the man who swore she'd "never be a wife," to him begins to burn for her with a passion he cannot control. Caught between storms, gods, and a love that could destroy kingdoms, Aurelia must rise—or the realms will fall.

Five years ago, Maxim Holloway acted like he was head over heels in love with his girlfriend, Ava Morgan—until Ava was wrongfully accused of a crime she didn't commit and sent to prison. Then Maxim just sort of...disappeared from Ava's life. Ava believed he abandoned her, unaware that a tragic accident had stolen his memories and erased the life they shared. Now, after years of living as a completely different person, Maxim finally remembers himself and the woman that he lost. But he is far from the man Ava knew. He is now the dangerous heir of the Holloway family, a powerful man with a dark reputation. And Ava isn't the same woman either. Feelings betrayed by him, she doesn't trust their relationship anymore and she has so moved on with her life, with another man. What is Ava going to do after Maxim regains his memories and wants his girlfriend back? Can she forget the past and accept man he has become, or will she choose the less chaotic life she built without him? This one is a real slow burn guys.

Nothing is set in stone—not time, not fate, and certainly not Death. But in Rudra's existence, one thing has remained constant: a person. In her tears and rage. In her love and hatred. Now, Rudra is determined to figure out why she was the only one who mourned his death while the rest of the world celebrated his demise—especially since they had always stood on opposite sides of the war. And her answer might be the one thing he holds most dear—the only truth that remains truly sacred. In the kingdom of Partha, power does not negotiate. It descends from the mountain, absolute and ancient, in the form of Ravaan Azhdar — the Dragon King — and his son, Prince Rudra, who inherits his father's fire and none of his patience. In his first life, Rudra did what dragons do. He wanted the Saintess of Benevia and he took her — flew across half the known world and carried Teresa Williams out of her country like a thing claimed, imprisoning her in the cursed land of Alaka for months while the kingdoms of men scrambled to respond. He was not cruel to her, exactly. He simply did not think of her as something that required particular consideration. She was leverage. She was a statement. She was, in the particular arithmetic of dragon politics, a piece on a board. He did not expect Percival Leonhart. The hero came through Alaka the way heroes do — through impossible odds and worse terrain, carrying the legendary sword of Mamon, and he killed Rudra with it. Not cleanly. Not quickly. But definitively. Rudra lay dying in the ruins of everything he had built, alone, which was no more than he deserved and he knew it, and he waited for the end with the specific resignation of a creature who has no remorse, no regret whatsoever. Then Tish appeared. Not rescued, not triumphant, not standing over him with justified contempt. She appeared the way she always moved through the world — quietly, purposefully, and in this case with her hands already reaching for him, her holy magic already trying to knit shut wounds that had no business being knittable. She was crying. She was afraid. And she was, against every law of sense and self-preservation, trying to save the dragon who had taken her from her home He didn't understand it. He asked her why, once, in the way a dying thing asks questions — without real expectation of an answer. She didn't explain. She kept healing. And then an arrow found her, from somewhere in the dark, and she died in front of him before he could — before he could what, exactly, he would spend a great deal of time not finishing that thought. Then Rudra woke up in his bed in Ashkavar. Three years before any of it happened. He lay there for a long time. Long enough for the disorientation to pass and the facts to arrange themselves into something he could examine. He had been given time back, though by what mechanism or mercy he couldn't say. The world was reset. Tish was alive somewhere in Benevia, being saintly and blessed and entirely unaware of everything that hadn't happened yet. He did not love her. He wants to be clear about that, if only to himself. He had barely known her in the first life, and what he had known he hadn't particularly liked — she was stubborn and principled and had an infuriating tendency to keep extending grace to things that hadn't earned it, chief among them apparently him. He did not miss her. He missed the answer she hadn't given him. He missed the specific shape of a question that had no other possible source of resolution. Why had she tried to save him. And for that answer, he was determined to burn everything down all over again. (I will be posting this story on RoyalRoad.com )

This story is about a man who get betray by The family Of his own master He focused on survival revenge and set a journey that lead him discover his real identity.

On mid-6th Century, in the Eurasia region. The Turkic Tribes under leadership of the Ashina Clan had conquered vast plains that border the Caucasus Mountains region. Iltas a mere footman of the Gokturk Central Army are assigned to guard the empire's treasury and envoys to the East Rome. Avar Kingdom ambushed them. Remnants of their once sworn enemies, a vast confederation of tribesmans who fled when the Ashina rebelled. Now the Blue Turks as their name implied, are in the brink of collapse. Questioned by it's nomad and settler subjects. During the harsh journey, under merciless winter of 587. The conflict inside Gokturk administration reach it's boiling point. Civil wars on the young empire is inevitable. Iltas on the other hand, only want seek for the righteousness. Always longing for the ultimate path of truth. Iltas must fight to survive and endure so that one day he shall find the wisdom that he yearn for. -- 12+ Genre: Action, Drama, Philosophy, Military

Broken and betrayed by those she loved and cared for, Scarlett wants revenge. A revenge that drove her into making a deal with the king of Dons—Xavier Grey. A ruthless and cold-hearted Don whose past held dark secrets that made him the man he was today. The initial deal was no love, just pleasure. But Scarlett began to develop feelings for him, feelings that could forever destroy her. Because in his world, where blood is shed mercilessly and only the strong survive, there’s no room for emotions. ^^^^^^^^^^ “We could make it work, Xavier,” I cried out. “Just give it a chance, pl……” My heart leaped out of my chest when he slowly looked up at me, instantly shutting me up. Those eyes—dark, empty, yet beautiful. I once feared them with everything in me, and now that fear was coming back. Cutting through my airway. I shivered backwards. “Please…” I whispered, clinching to the fragile garment on my aching chest. “The deal is over,” his cold voice broke through. “Get the fuck out of my house.” He spoke, and I felt my heart shatter into a thousand pieces. ************** “Don’t even think of it,” Damien’s voice broke in. “You can’t possibly be falling in love with her.” He spoke with a serious expression, but I could still see it—the lurking fear hidden in his eyes as he paced about. “You know what happens when you fall in love, or even have anything to do with a girl,” he said again. “It’s best not to reopen closed wounds…” “Yeah, thanks for the reminder,” I replied sarcastically before walking out. His voice trailed behind me— calling me back, but I didn’t look back. Not for once. I fucking hate this world. I can’t wait for it to all be over. ^^^^^^^^^^^^ Strictly adult content. Read with caution. Dark romance. Dark secrets. Dark revenge.

At the climax of the Paramount War, a blade suddenly pierced through the chest of Fleet Admiral Sengoku, catching everyone—Marines and pirates alike—completely off guard. Amidst countless stunned gazes, Vice Admiral Yahn, known for his lazy smile and Buddhist calm, slowly withdrew his blade as his body floated skyward. > “The eight-hundred-year reign of an empty throne atop the world is coming to an end. From this moment on—I shall stand above the heavens.” With an emotionless gaze cast down upon the battlefield, Yahn made his quiet declaration. > And of course... from this day forward— All the world’s evil shall be mine to command. --- Read 120 chapters ahead on P@treon and Ko-Fi: ‎patreon.com/Sami_27 ‎https:// ko-fi.com/sami27

Shin Seori's life is turned upside down when both her parents are killed in a tragic incident at her father's lab. Her father, Shin Tae-moon, is betrayed and murdered by his co-founders, Seo Do-kyun and Ryu In-ho, while her mother is with him in the lab at the time and also perishes. Before her death, Seori's mother entrusts her with the care of her 6-month-old baby brother and hands her an envelope containing crucial evidence related to the betrayal. Determined to avenge her parents and restore the original mission of her father's project, EonShield, Seori embarks on a dangerous journey. Along the way, she struggles with her feelings for Seo Jae-han, the son of one of the betrayers and a childhood friend. Torn between her duty to seek revenge and her growing emotions for Jae-han, Seori must navigate a path filled with betrayal, love, and the desire to right the wrongs that have shattered her family.

The ordinary world is not what it seems. Many strange events unfold in the background but go unnoticed by the masses or are covered up. A supernatural world exists along with the natural world which can only be seen by those called Balancers. Spirits and Evil Spirits exist along with Balancers who possess unique powers to see and fight them. Among the many ordinary humans, a girl undergoes a lot of suffering and experiences a prophetic vision. It grants her knowledge of the hidden world and of some future events. The girl loses almost everything she has and then takes the steps needed to become a Balance Breaker. Her past identity has to be abandoned for the sake of survival so she renamed herself Ash. Ash gains the powers of a Skin-Walker and begins living in such a world taking on the appearances of others, experiencing their lives and living under the mask of another person.

What starts as a provocative therapy relationship between priest and malefactor, quickly transforms into a terrifying psychological war. Father Roth, a sorcerer who feeds on the sexual appetites of women seeking his counsel, meets his match in Hel—a powerful sorceress with an appetite for fear itself. She escaped from her own family of sorcerers who imprisoned her due to her uncontrollable personality disorder and supernatural abilities. Hel has a singular mission: to create a dark empire. She systematically destroys Father Roth's perfect life—seducing him, dismantling his marriage, turning his professional and personal networks against him, and ultimately targeting his young daughter. Each move is a calculated chess play, revealing layers of supernatural intrigue that go far beyond a simple game of revenge. As Father Roth struggles to protect his family and maintain his reputation, Hel reveals her true nature. The climax reaches a devastating peak when he has to choose: join her in creating a dark empire or lose everything.

Because of the existence of the "Cell Laboratory", Midorima Asachi was not sacrificed in the "Hundred-Person Kill" graduation exam after crossing into the Hidden Mist Village of the Naruto world. But the "Village of the Bloody Mist" era is about to begin, and Midorima must prepare to "escape the danger". He has been assigned to the medical squad, and successfully "escaping the danger" will take some effort. ***** You can read more chapters ahead of everyone on p@treon. P@TREON - [email protected]/lessaservantofcosmos (just replace the "@" with "a") Disclaimer : I don't own Naruto or it's characters neither this fanfic. The image used in the cover isn't mine. This is Chinese fanfiction. I'm just translating it. I'm just changing the names and some grammar. I'm trying to make it more understandable. All right reserved to the author 潇潇羽下 (for the fanfic) and Masashi Kishimoto (for Naruto)

‘How cliché. I’ve read countless novels where the Hero is betrayed by their companions… but was I wrong to trust those who fought beside me for nearly six decades?’ ----- Betrayal. A word many live in fear of. A word some never expect… until it happens. A word that completely shatters one’s view of life. Just like any other heroic tale, Simon was the Hero of Earth, the one who defeated the Demon King and was about to end the war between races with his companions. Yet, in the end, he was betrayed by his own companions for reasons he never understood. Instead of finding death, Simon found rebirth. To his horror, he reincarnated as the very race he had devoted his entire life to exterminating… a race he despised, feared, and was disgusted by. Reborn as a demon infant within one of the most impoverished demon tribes, Simon found himself at the very bottom of a world he once sought to destroy. Fortunately, he was not entirely abandoned. His unique Seven Star Blessing, bestowed by his patron God, followed him through reincarnation. Armed with this Blessing and the Demonic Magic of his new race, Simon now harbors an ambition greater than ever before… to rise higher than he ever did as the Hero of Earth. To become a God. But the path forward is far from simple. Betrayals from those he would never expect. Endless trials and tribulations. And the lingering question of identity… Should he cling to his past as a human hero, or embrace his nature as a demon to survive? Can Simon abandon his hatred and live among demons? Will he erase his past entirely and fully embrace his demonic nature? Will his thirst for revenge drag him deeper into darkness… Or will he rise above it? In the end… Will he be devoured… or will he devour all?

FATED TO HIS DARKNESS "Are you trying to gain my attention?" he asked, a note of cynicism in his voice and gave her his devilish smile. ______________________________________________ "You should be kissed, and often, and by someone who knows how... He does not love softly. He loves completely. He claims. He conquers. He destroys. Aliena was never meant to be seen. Abandoned by fate and betrayed by those closest to her, she survived by sheer will... until the Crown Prince of Nacrifa set his golden-red eyes on her. Sebastian is ruthless, feared, and dangerous. Possessive beyond reason, he binds her to him with a mate bond older than kingdoms, older than light. Her power awakens something within him...something dark, primal, and intoxicating. Wolves remember their masters. Witches whisper in the shadows. And the ancient forces of Hell stir… To be with him is to surrender. To love him is to risk everything. But she is his. And he will burn kingdoms, silence witches, and tear worlds apart before anyone dares touch his future queen. Passion, power, and danger intertwine in a romance where the night itself trembles…

One moment, Harry is a prisoner—scarred by war, bound by loss, but unbroken. The next, he’s flung decades into the past… staring into the eyes of a young, dangerously brilliant Bellatrix Black. Now history hangs by a thread. With the future unwritten and both their fates unraveling, they must decide: Will they rewrite the world—or destroy it all over again?