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At St. Aurelian University, brilliance is inherited, power is bought, and innocence is a liability. Sky Chen doesn’t belong there. A full-scholarship freshman with a golden-retriever smile and a heart too soft for a cutthroat world, she believes kindness still matters. She feeds strays, gives away her lunch, and studies medicine because she wants to save lives—not control them. Sebastian Woods built that world. American-Korean. Twenty-seven. The youngest and most powerful heart surgeon in the world. He’s old money, generational power, and precision sharpened into a man. Cold. Untouchable. Dangerous. He doesn’t believe in fate—only possession. When Sky crosses his line of sight, Sebastian doesn’t fall in love. He fixates. What begins as protection turns into surveillance. What feels like safety becomes control. And what Sky mistakes for devotion is something far more consuming. Sebastian tells himself he’s shielding her from a cruel world. But the truth is simpler—and darker. He doesn’t want the world to touch her. He wants to be the only one who ever does. As Sky is drawn deeper into his orbit—between hospital corridors, whispered warnings, and a man who never raises his voice but always gets his way—she must face the terrifying realization that the greatest threat to her innocence isn’t the world outside. It’s the man who loves her too much to let her go. Because in Sebastian Woods’ world, hearts are not given. They are taken. And once claimed, they don’t survive untouched.

It's simple. A vengeful wildfire of a woman. A tyrant who begs to be burned. When Aria crashes into Kael’s empire, hellbent on making him pay for taking her job away, she’s met not with defiance—but a dare. “You want revenge?” he taunts, voice dripping with dark invitation. “Then ruin me. Take your pound of flesh exactly where it hurts.” His proposition is a trap laced with sin: As expected he calls the shots in his bed, her contempt is his twisted aphrodisiac. “Hate me until your hands shake,” he growls. “But do it on top of me, where I can watch you savor every cut.” Their arrangement is a collision of dominance and delirium. Aria wields her fury like a blade, determined to break him. Kael? He thrives under her wrath, goading her darker, deeper, hungrier. But vengeance turns slippery when every insult she hisses ignites his obsession, and every cold glare melts into bruising kisses. Soon, the bed becomes a battleground—her nails carving victory into his skin, his whispers a serpent’s promise: “Chain me with your rage, darling. I’ll still come back for more." The rules are simple: No mercy. No surrender. But as their games spiral into something ravenous, who’s destroying whom? And when hatred burns this hot, what’s left when the ashes cool? please support me on patreon Please Support me On PATREON ＼⁠(ﾟ⁠ｰﾟ⁠＼⁠): https://www.patreon.com/cw/Rosesarepink

Odessa Garrett had always been grateful to have a father who was there to defend and protect her from the cruel world until the inevitable took her only protector away. Odessa lost her adopted father at the age of 21 and that began a new phase of misery in her life. When she believed her life was finally having a good turn with her family, the unimaginable took her by storm. Her own sister, Maya, swore to destroy her reputation and when that failed to satisfy her, she vowed to get rid of her completely. Kidnapped and sold into slavery, Odessa wakes up to discover she was married to Adrian Macmillan–a handsome, hardworking billionaire who held a high position in his company where power was clutched by those desperate enough to chase it. However, things become complicated when she discovers she has Amnesia; a sickness that makes her memory lost. Ashamed of her current situation where she finds it difficult to recall her past achievements, she's afraid of losing everything she had worked for in the hands of these power mongers, including her family she had built with so much love. However, her greatest fear was her husband who now resented her for what she had become–for pretending to have lost her memory. In her struggle to find love in the arms of Adrian again, she encounters a bigger challenge, the truth that tests her determination and more importantly her heart. How will she survive this banter love where she claims her cold-hearted husband, protects all she worked hard to keep, and shields the terrifying truth about her? A truth that might take her position as Adrian's wife. Excerpt: ~ She was still in her daze when she noticed his eyes go down her body and quickly her hands fell on the towel wrapped around her chest, which was the only thing that covered her nakedness. But still, she felt stripped by those very eyes. "You must be my husband, Adrian?" She asked. Excitement bubbling. However, her questions were answered with a dangerous look that suddenly marred the man's face. "I must be your husband?" He scoffed loudly. His brows rose, furrowed to the point that it drew several angry-looking lines on his forehead. "What now? Pretending not to know what you are doing?" He now advanced towards her, keeping his eyes that now turned red locked in hers. A wave-like electric shock ran through her body as he ceased her on the spot with his dangerous aura. "You are pretending not to know me now, Wife?" ~ "Now, look at yourself and tell me, you still don't know what you're doing?" She shook her head, attempting to speak, but failed. "Now what? You're tongue-tied now?!" "I...I... don't know what you're talking about. I don't remember a thing." She shook her head. But it seemed her answer only enraged him the more.  "Goodness!" He spat, pushing her out of his grip. She stumbled backwards, falling on her butt, and whimpered as the pain shot through her. With tear-filled eyes, she looked at him, his eyes repulsively glaring down at her. Everything tumbled in her head, not understanding a thing. Why was he treating her like that? He's her husband, right? Why was he being cruel to her?

What? A Gay?! A novice sent out to the world for a second time as a missionary in training from a Convent which she is not. Careful not to repeat mistakes of the past, the beautiful novice becomes a hard brick making it impossible for Dark humans to penetrate. Thinking she can overcome all, more troubles arise as forbidden emotions emerge.

Willow wakes in a hospital bed injured, medicated, and alone. She is informed that her life, as she understood it, ended weeks earlier. Her fiancé is there. Calm. Controlled. He explains that they broke up before the accident and that the separation was mutual. He says he remained by her side only out of decency. He is already involved with someone else, his boss’s daughter, and speaks as though this version of events has always been established fact. No one in the room challenges him. The doctors attribute Willow’s disbelief to concussion and trauma. Nurses lower their voices and repeat the same explanation with careful reassurance until it becomes official, documented, and final. Each repetition strips away her certainty, replacing memory with doubt. When Willow looks to the one person who could contradict him, she finds no relief. Her fiancé’s closest friend, a man who has never hidden his dislike for her, says nothing. He offers a brief nod that confirms the narrative without words. With that single gesture, the past is closed. Every detail they present contradicts what Willow knows she lived. Weeks have been erased. Conversations have been rewritten. A relationship has been reassigned without her consent. If she resists, she will be labeled unstable, emotional, and unreliable. She will be the only one insisting that reality has been altered. So Willow stays silent. Within that silence, something colder begins to take shape. She begins to question why her fiancé needed the past rewritten at a moment when she cannot safely object. She begins to wonder why his closest friend chose this precise moment to agree. She begins to realize that decisions were made about her while she lay unconscious and defenseless. The Quietest Knife is a dark psychological romance centered on gaslighting, betrayal, and power disguised as care. It follows a slow, deliberate descent into manipulation, control, and revenge, where harm is inflicted quietly and authority wears the mask of concern. This is not a story about forgetting. It is a story about being rewritten calmly, professionally, and without resistance.

Years ago, she walked away, shattering Xu Tao's world without a single goodbye. Now, she's back, but there's a devastating catch: she doesn't remember him. The intense, shared history, the first taste of true love—it's all a blank slate. Xu Tao is no longer the light-hearted boy she left behind. He is the cold, ruthless inheritor of an untouchable dynasty. Power drips from his every move, but the one thing he can't control is his lingering obsession with her. He could have his vengeance, or he could seize this shocking twist of fate as a cruel, beautiful opportunity. As he draws her into his glittering, dangerous life, Xu Tao sets a perilous game in motion. He will rebuild their connection from the ground up, manipulating her amnesia until she depends on him completely. [Early warning for possible themes: Psychological manipulation / Power imbalance / Coercion] [Chapters are still going through major revision]

In a world where power, influence, and biology intertwine, Li Weiyan, a brilliant Omega scholar, refuses to be defined by his status. When a subtle but deliberate institutional attack threatens both his autonomy and his body, he finds himself entangled in a high-stakes battle for credibility, rights, and survival. Enter Zhou Shen, an Alpha Councilor whose mastery of politics and strategy is unmatched. Drawn to Weiyan’s resilience and unyielding independence, Zhou Shen becomes both his protector and his equal—yet even his influence cannot fully shield Weiyan from the insidious mechanisms of control. As they navigate a web of manipulation, betrayal, and public scrutiny, their alliance deepens into something neither expected: trust forged in fire, loyalty tested by ambition, and an unspoken bond that defies societal expectation. In this world, survival is not enough; to thrive, they must confront those who seek to dominate them, expose the truth, and reclaim agency over mind, body, and heart. SCENT OF JADE is a tense, sophisticated exploration of power, obsession, and the extraordinary lengths two men will go to protect each other in a society that refuses to accept their freedom.

"Just give me money and leave me alone!" Nathan’s cold voice echoed through the mansion, his blue eyes burning with frustration as he glared at his five older brothers, and his twin. Alexander, the eldest, only smiled softly. "We’ll give you money… and love. You deserve it, Nathan.” "I don’t need love, for God’s sake!" Nathan snapped, his voice cracking with years of pain. Seventeen years ago, he was the twin they threw away, abandoned because a fortune-teller said his birth brought misfortune. Now that the family finally found him again, they want to make up for everything with affection, luxury, and endless attention… even if it means by force. He never expected the Salazar family to be this crazy. His older brothers protect him, spoil him, and control everything about his life, so much that it might ruin his chance at love and freedom. Nathan only wanted peace. But with five obsessive brothers and a twin who won’t stop smiling softly at him… How will he survive life inside his crazy billionaire family? *** Contains: # Teens love story # Crazy 'broken' house type family # Dark romance, 'kinky' stuff for adults characters #NO INCEST

I'm worthless but now priceless -Tan Hua --------- Do you know a reincarnation in modern times with a cliche plot? A super talented woman. Betrayed by best friend. Cheated by her dear fiance. A broken family. Luckily she is spoiled by the cool ML and the gentle second ML. She also got her revenge! Ahhh super cliche, no? But still! Isn't it exciting? A lot of girls fawned over this kind of cliche drama and Tan Hua, a talented young fashion designer is also not an exception. But...will it still be exciting if you one day found out that somehow you have transmigrated into this kind of chinese drama not as the FL or the villainess but as a nameless nobody, a lowly office boy who is actually a girl?! That is what Tan Hua, a 22 years old super rich daughter of a famous fashion designer parents ended up in. From an extremely rich and pampered life into a poor life of commoner. Not only that...Tan Hua also had to live her new life in disguise as a boy! The worst part is that the second male lead-sama the one who fawn over the FL...is going to kill her the moment she just transmigrated in??!! Watch as Tan Hua survived from the black-bellied second male lead-sama scheme being only a normal office boy with no money no power at all, slowly rising to be a world-wide famous fashion designer! But...could someone tell her just why the hell that evil second male lead-sama who was courting the FL before...is now pestering her?? Ancient/modern setting books: 1. The Dragon Prince's Wife is a Translator (completed) 2. The CEO's Office Boy Is A Girl (completed) Baby protagonist series: 1. I Become Baby Mafia Boss (on-going) 2. (Yet to be unlocked) Clue: Quick transmigration Dating sim game book: 1. Mr CEO, Move On! (Dropped because of system issue not allowing to update more chapters after accidentally changing book status to completed) Follow my Instagram: @zehell2218 for Q&A, cute arts, and fun information! For support: https://www.paypal.me/Zehell2218 If u don't like to read imperfect grammar then this novel might not be your cup of tea so please be prepared. *the cover isn't mine the credit belong to the rightful owner*

(trigger warning. This book contains mature themes) ****** "I can't..." she gasped between broken moans, her voice trembling somewhere between pain and pleasure. Every thrust seemed to blur the line between surrender and defiance. Then she whispered a name between her sweet cries ...it wasn’t mine. I froze. A slow, humorless smile curved my lips as the sound of his name filled the space between us. “Raph…” she breathed. I leaned in, my mouth brushing her ear. Feeling her tremble from touch until my teeth nibbled her earlobes hard enough to make her whimper and her fold to clench around my fingers. “Wrong name, Lynn.” I hissed, withdrawing from the warmth of her insides. I felt her body tense. She clawed at my shoulders, a desperate plea in every touch. “Don’t…” she whimpered. Those jade-like eyes unravelled me that moment. I could feel the ache in my trousers. A troublesome little viper. A cruel smile traced my lips hiding my emotions. “You called the wrong name,” I murmured, my voice low, dangerous. “And bad girls deserve to be punished.” Her glossy eyes met mine... so full of confusion, want, and power she didn’t yet understand. If she only knew how close I was to breaking. Because the only name she should be calling… was mine. Lucien. I craved it as badly as the air I breathe. ****** For better or for worse, till death do us part. That was their vows at the altar, but her husband broke them first.. He claims an open marriage is the solution to their childless marriage and that it's to protect her own interests. But all Braelyn sees is a prison built from guilt and lies. One heartbroken night, she stumbles into a karaoke bar and into the arms of Lucien. A man shrouded in mystery, rebellion, and danger. His very presence tells her to run but it also gives her the solace she craved. She never expected to see him again after she ran, forgetting his sinful existence, but life wasn't done making a joke out of her. Lucien isn't just any man, but one who can destroy everything she believes in. The man she was never meant to meet. Her husband's uncle The black sheep of the Volkov dynasty. A man whose desire will ruin her. Lucien knows she can't be his, but he was never a man who respected social norms. He doesn't care about anything but her every sin and touch. All he wants… is her, no matter how sinful it gets.

Jatavia’s world ends in a sterile hospital room. The nightmare begins when Telvin Bellarie steps into her world. He isn’t just a stranger; he’s the man claiming her father’s legacy is now his to own. After a desperate, bone-chilling leap into a river to escape him and the world, Jatavia wakes up trapped in the Bellarie Estate. It’s a fortress that smells of expensive bourbon and woodsmoke, where the luxury feels like a chokehold. Every wall has eyes, and every door is locked against her. Telvin treats her like a prized possession, enforcing a marriage contract built on a history she doesn't remember and a debt she is not aware of. The gold locket around her neck isn't just a keepsake, it’s a key. As the truth begins to bleed through the seams of her past, Jatavia finds an unlikely ally in Marcus. She soon realizes that Telvin’s obsession is fueled by a deception that has poisoned them both. To survive the lethal jealousy of her rival and the crushing weight of the Bellarie name, she must decide if the man who stole her freedom is her greatest enemy or the only one who can help her take back what was stolen. I'm bringing you a slow-burning story where every secret has a price. I'll be taking you on a journey where Jatavia, fights to reclaim her life and freedom.

Working as a maid for three of the most terrifying, gorgeous, high-powered women alive was never on my bingo card. Yet here I am, cleaning furniture that costs more than my entire bloodline while trying not to cry in the walk-in pantry. Every day I get judged by women who could step on me, ruin me financially, emotionally, spiritually, sexually, or all of the above. At once. With heels. Arlecchino is basically a human lie detector with murder-mystery detective energy and eyes that probably know my search history. Signora looks like she files taxes (or not, I dunno) in couture and eats diamonds for breakfast. Kafka is the therapist-slash-author who could destroy my mental health using only a paragraph, then gently pat my head about it. My daily routine goes something like this: cook, clean, garden, get stabbed a little, get kidnapped occasionally, recover, and then immediately get pulled into more nonsense that absolutely was not included in any job description I signed. It's like the universe said, "What if we threw one overstimulated disaster maid into a murder mansion and filmed it for fun?" They keep calling me the head maid, which is hilarious considering I am literally the only maid here. Somehow I'm still hanging on. Through the flirting, the near-death experiences, the emotional whiplash and the slow realization that I might be developing Stockholm Syndrome but make it cute. Also, surprise, the story is a romantic comedy fused with a psychological thriller and sprinkles of emotional devastation. You know, for flavor. And maybe... maybe I'm not just barely surviving anymore. Maybe this mansion is starting to feel like home. Haha. No. Absolutely not. Probably.

A Thai CEO vs. a Chinese titan. To infiltrate the CK Group, Adisorn leads a genius team into a lethal game of corporate espionage. This isn't a merger—it’s a cold-blooded battle of wits. One move changes everything. ​The year’s ultimate business thriller. Win or be erased.

In the glittering shadows of a corporate empire, Evan Cole was the invisible son—the bastard heir hidden behind lies, scars, and silence. The Cole family built their fortune on secrets and blood, and Evan was just another loose end to tie up. At the annual gala, his father Victor raises a toast to "family." The champagne tastes like death. Poisoned. Betrayed. Heart stopped in a marble bathroom stall. Evan dies alone, twenty-three years of being the ghost finally over. But death has other plans. [Foreign neural interface detected.] [Nano-Intelligence Protocol initiating.] [Host condition: Terminal.] [Emergency authorization: EVAN_COLE_001.] NEXUS awakens in his veins—a self-evolving nano-system buried deep in his blood, forged in shadows the Coles never knew existed. It repairs his shattered heart, sharpens his senses to razor edges, floods his body with unnatural strength, and whispers one cold directive: Survival. Then Dominance. The family that tried to erase him now faces a predator they created. Julian’s smirk turns to terror. Victor’s empire starts to crack. Nora Thorne, the rival with eyes like slate and secrets darker than his own, watches from the sidelines—ally or hunter? Evan is no longer the discarded heir. He’s the glitch in their perfect system. Every upgrade costs something. Every kill feeds the machine inside him. And as the hunger grows, so does the question: Is he still human… or has the family finally birthed the monster they feared? In a world of chrome, betrayal, and corporate gods, one man will burn it all down. From the fighting pits to the penthouse thrones—revenge isn’t personal. It’s evolution.

Warning; This isn't a smut book, but has a few explicit chapters. Explicit chapters appears when necessary and are strictly rated 18. If you're not a fan of explicit book, don't worry; you can skip the explicit scenes. I always make known chapters that have explicit chapters. Your satisfaction is my priority. I watched as Dad looked at me with some kind of angered expression, as usual he believes her.  " Fiona, how many times do i have to tell you to have some respect for my wife? Whether you like it or not she's now your mother. Is this a way to treat your mother"?  "She can never be my mother, she doesn't even have the qualities of being a mother. Why do you always side with her? Can't you see the way she's treating me"?  "Enough Fiona"!!! "You promised mom that you'd always love me and take care of me, but I'm a slave in my own father's house"!! "Hey, don't try to manipulate my husband, what you did was wrong and you expect me not to caution you? Go to your room" I just watched as Dad expression fell, she was manipulating him and turning him against his own daughter.  "You heard her Fiona, go to your room".

In a world of city lights and hidden shadows, 24-year-old business elite Zhou Xingzhi hides a dangerous secret, and 19-year-old Lin Zhixia is the only one who can see past the mask. When betrayal strikes closer than trust itself, they must navigate love, danger, and deception. A game of fear, strategy, and passion unfolds—can they survive the mastermind’s deadly play… and each other? ✨ Love. Suspense. Betrayal. Thrills. All beyond the city lights.

He wakes in the body of a junior petroleum engineer with one impossible advantage: the memory of another life and the hard-earned technical knowledge that came with it. Where others see tired wells and wishful spreadsheets, he sees equations, flow paths, and opportunities—practical tricks and modern techniques that can turn marginal fields into steady profit. Quiet, methodical, and dangerously precise, he sets out to apply what he knows: smarter well placement, profile control, injection strategies, and cost-cutting that looks like miracle work to everyone else. But oil is not a science in a vacuum. Each engineering win drags him into boardrooms of hungry investors, backroom deals with corrupt officials, and rival companies that will steal or sabotage at the first sign of success. As his projects produce more than they should, money and enemies multiply in equal measure. He must learn to be more than an engineer—negotiator, strategist, and sometimes a ruthless operator—to protect his people and his plans. This is a slow-burn tale of industry, ambition, and consequence. Expect detailed oilfield problem-solving and the slow accumulation of power, punctuated by political pressure, corporate intrigue, and the moral price of extracting wealth from the earth. Every well drilled is a step toward an empire—and toward choices that will define the man behind the calculations. THIS IS A WORK OF TRANSLATION NOVEL IS WRITTEN BY THE AUTHOR: 想不初

Who is she in this life? A bride, a pawn… or just a substitute for someone who will never come? Rosy, a girl cast out by her own family, had her identity switched to be married into a noble household. A wedding with no invitations, no blessings only the cold binding from a man named Captian Anderson, the ruthless CEO behind the largest corporation holding the key to the entire banking and finance industry. Forced into marriage to save her family’s failing company, Rosy had no idea she was stepping into a maze of conspiracies, deceitful pasts, and chilling secrets no one had ever spoken of. She must live with a man rumored to be incapable of feeling, someone whose eyes reflect no emotion, yet always see through her as if he has known her for a very long time. Between love and control, trust and lies, Rosy has no choice but to stand up and reclaim herself, even when the love that begins to blossom may become the greatest threat of all. "To survive this velvet prison, she must learn how to make her captor love her to death." ... Umee say that: Hi there! First of all, thank you for the interest and for the enthusiasm. Truly. Every time I open my comments and see new invitations to add Discord, buy promotion packages, commission comic adaptations, or “have a quick chat,” I’m reminded that my story has somehow wandered into a very busy marketplace. That said, I should probably set expectations gently before anyone invests too much energy. I’m not looking for promotion services, paid advertising or commissioned artwork. Not because they’re bad ideas, just because they’re not ideas I currently need. I don’t have the budget, the urgency or the illusion that my story is secretly one step away from becoming the next global phenomenon. I’m very aware of where my work stands. It’s doing okay. Respectably okay. Not “adapt-everything-immediately” okay. My passion for writing exists but it hasn’t reached the stage where common sense quietly exits the room. I promise I’m not underestimating myself, I’m simply being realistic, which is a personality trait I’ve grown quite attached to. Another small but important thing: I’m not really interested in chatting, exchanging ideas, networking, or building creative alliances in private messages. I write best when left alone. I think best when no one is pitching anything to me. And I function best when my inbox is not screaming for attention. So if I don’t reply, please know it’s not personal, it’s just me choosing silence over small talk. That being said, if you’re genuinely curious about me rather than what I can potentially become or produce, if you want to see my everyday life, random thoughts, quiet moments and the unmarketable parts of my existence, I do have my Instagram linked in my bio. You’re welcome to follow it. No proposals required. No introductions needed. Just observation, at your own pace. I truly wish you the best with your creative work, your art, your promotions, and your ambitions. Creating something and trying to get it seen is hard, I respect that deeply. I just prefer to walk my path slowly, quietly, and without turning every interaction into a business opportunity. Thank you for understanding, for stopping by, and for letting me return peacefully to my writing corner, where the only thing I’m selling is words.