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Amara Hale never believed in love—until she was forced to marry the most dangerous man in the city, Lucien Blackwood. Cold, ruthless, and untouchable, Lucien doesn’t do love. He does control. Their marriage is a business deal. Their desire is forbidden. And yet, every glance, every brush of skin, every word between them ignites a fire neither can control. In a world of lies, secrets, and hidden scars, will Amara break him—or will he own her heart completely? One rule: no love. One woman: all temptation. One man: all danger.

After the war, all hope was lost. The world and its economy collapsed under civil war and bombardment. There was nothing left in this world. Thus everything turned gray and lifeless. The last survivors held onto what was left. But finally gave into what they had run from. mors semper est.

Kyle’s last memory was scrolling through a fantasy novel in his dorm room. His next? Waking up naked in a strange forest with a mysterious System offering him 99 different classes. As kingdoms tremble and loyalties shatter, Kyle's empire grows in the shadows to take over the world. But power comes with peril: a hero hunts him, demons covet his skill, betrayals come to him from where he least expects and alliances are formed against him. Will Kyle crown himself king on the ruins of the controlled wills? Or will these wills become the chains that lead to his destruction? --- [Warning: Adult Content 18+] [Cold Genius Mc - Milfs - Netori (Mc steal women) - No NTR - No Yaoi - Harem - A lot of +18 scenes - Manipulation]

Li Tang was reborn on the eve of the new millennium. He knew the trajectory of the mining market over the next twenty years, had the coordinates of every newly discovered supermine, and understood the intricate details of century-defining mergers between mining giants. While experts lamented that all the rich mines were in the hands of major players and that the giants were troubled by aging and depleting resources, turning from exploration to ruthless corporate takeovers... A group from the East kept working miracles—discovering deeply buried, shockingly rich mineral deposits again and again. From scorching deserts, frozen Arctic lands, and uninhabited primeval forests, they extracted tons of ore. Fully loaded cargo ships, the industrial lifeline, thundered across the seas toward the East. He had advanced exploration technology, wielded capital like a club, and maneuvered deftly through complex global politics—completely disrupting the mining industry's global landscape. When he speaks, the world listens. One foreign mining analyst exclaimed: “He is already the sole mining oligarch on Earth!” Thank you for the support, friends. If you want to read more chapters in advance, go to my Patreon. Read 40 Chapters In Advance: patreon.com/Johanssen  

BOOK TWO OF THE HAMILTON SERIES WARNING: A Regency Era novel. Adult content with detailed smut…Read at you own risk⚠️⛔️ Genre: Historical Romance / Smut / Enemies-to-Lovers / Mystery / Comedy [Book Two of the Hamilton Series. Can be read as a standalone, but better enjoyed after Lady Ines’ Scandalous Hobby.] To the world, Duke Rowan Hamilton is the perfect gentleman. But in the bedroom, he is a man possessed. Rowan Hamilton has it all: a Ducal title, the face of a fallen angel, and a smile that makes debutantes faint. He is the "Golden Duke"—charming, responsible, and utterly adored by society. But it’s all a lie. Beneath the coats and polite manners, Rowan is a man haunted by a ghost. For three years, he has remained faithful to the memory of a masked woman who stole a kiss, bested him at a game of chance, and vanished into the night. He doesn't want any one as his wife; he wants her. When his domineering aunt tires of his bachelorhood, she hires London’s most notorious underground matchmaker to force the issue. Enter Miss Delaney Kingsley. She is sharp-tongued, infuriatingly competent, and entirely unimpressed by his title. Her mission? To drag Rowan to the altar with the season’s "Diamond," Lady Celine, within three months to collect the juicy payment Rowan’s aunt had to offer. Rowan intends to fire the meddlesome woman. But when Delaney looks at him with those hazel, intelligent eyes and orders him around like a young lad, he feels the first spark of life he’s felt in years. He decides to play her game. He will let her "coach" him on how to woo a lady. He will let her teach him how to dance, how to flirt, and how to seduce. But he has no intention of using those lessons on Lady Celine. "You were hired to find me a Duchess, Miss Kingsley. But the only person I want in my duchy and in my bed... is you." As the lessons turn into forbidden nights and the bickering turns into scorching passion, Rowan begins to suspect that his matchmaker is hiding a secret of her own. She moves like a shadow, handles a rifle like a soldier, and tastes exactly like the ghost he’s been hunting for three years. What to Expect: * The Golden Retriever Duke: Who turns into a possessive Alpha behind closed doors. * The Matchmaker Trope: She’s trying to marry him off; he’s trying to take her clothes off. * High Heat: Slow burn that explodes into intense smut. * Competence Kink: He falls harder every time she bosses him around. * Cameos: Featuring the chaotic domestic life of Duchess Ines and Duke Carcel (and their baby Harry!). Excerpt: "Your Grace, please focus," Delaney snapped, adjusting his cravat with efficient, gloved hands. "Lady Celine is waiting in the ballroom. You must look at her as if she is the only woman in the world." Rowan caught her wrist, stopping her movements. He stepped into her space, backing her against the heavy oak door of the study, his "Golden Boy" mask slipping to reveal the hunger beneath. "And how, exactly, does one do that, Miss Kingsley?" he whispered, his voice rough. "Show me." "I—I cannot show you, I am merely the coach—" "Then teach me," he growled, lowering his head until his lips brushed the sensitive skin of her neck. "Teach me how to pretend I am not burning alive every time you walk into a room."

Two hundred years ago, a prophecy revealed the coming of the Seventh Bond, a rare, powerful connection that would tie the soul of the Cursed Beast King to his one true mate. King Zarek waited two long centuries for this soulmate, only to discover she is the one thing he despises most. A human. Eliora knows nothing about magic, curses, or ancient prophecies. All she wants is a peaceful life with her parents, until she loses her home and is taken to the immortal king who claims her as his. Zarek is cold, feared, and dangerous, the most powerful king Eldfrost has had. His beast is violent, unpredictable, and fiercely possessive. Eliora fears him. Zarek refuses to let her go. Will she run from the bond or step into the destiny that could unravel everything?

The barren steppes of Wildfields had, for decades, been roamed by the Kingless Knights—remnants of the once-great broken empire. Now, they recognized no king, but chose their own High Warlord to lead them. To be chosen was to be acknowledged as the mightiest, the keenest, the one fit to lead thousands of warriors into countless battles against the southern enemies. Demyan dreamed of Wildfields, of the Kingless Knights racing their cavalry across barren steppes. He was a natural—the strongest fighter and the shrewdest commander. He was meant for greatness. And yet, he never got the chance. Instead, Demyan was given a band of scoundrels and ruffians who called him their Warlord and could only be kept in line by his worst excesses. Leksa dreamed of gold and power, of never again submitting to those he deemed lesser. He was a scheming, cunning noble lord with nothing but an empty title and far too grand an ambition. Leksa was chosen as the High Warlord twice. Instead of convoluted court politics he navigated like a fish in water, or intricate merchant deals he loved to twist in his favor, he had to display virtues he never possessed. When war broke out, Demyan and Leksa were forced to join their banners. Two warlords, one legitimately chosen by the many, the other—a self-proclaimed leader of brigands, were thrust into a fragile truce. A crooked marriage of convenience.

The realization didn't come with a flash of light, but with the cold weight of a Valyrian steel ring on his finger and the suffocating heat of King’s Landing. He was no longer a spectator to the tragedy; he was the tragedy. As Aegon II Targaryen, he knew the math of the Red Keep was simple: there is no room for a king’s eldest son in a kingdom ruled by his sister. To Rhaenyra, his very existence was a declaration of war. In the quiet of the library, the scent of old parchment and beeswax hung heavy in the air. "Your Highness, you seem to have developed a sudden, singular passion for the chronicles of our ancestors." Otto Hightower moved with the practiced grace of a predator, taking the seat opposite his grandson. His eyes, sharp as a maester’s quill, scanned the boy for any sign of the drunken wastrel he had expected to find. Aegon didn't look up immediately. His fingers traced the cracked leather of an ancient volume, his touch almost reverent. "Grandfather," he began, his voice distant, "if you were to open every history book in this Citadel, from the Doom of Valyria to the day my father took his seat on the Iron Throne... what do you think they would truly say?" Otto’s brow furrowed, his Hand’s pin catching the flickering candlelight. "The histories? They speak of many things, Aegon. Duty, lineage, the rise and fall of great houses. There is much to learn of governance within them." Aegon finally looked up. The dazed fog in his eyes had cleared, replaced by a terrifying, lucid spark. A slow, sharp smile pulled at the corners of his mouth. "I’ve read them all, Grandfather. I’ve looked past the dates and the names of dead lords. Between the lines of every conquest and every betrayal, the ink screams the same thing." He leaned forward, the shadows of the library dancing across his face.

I am not a hero, but I once dreamed of becoming one. However, fate and the world conspired to shatter my dreams. This world was created by light and darkness, by heroes and villains. If everyone wants to be a hero, then who will be the villain? The world laughed at my suffering and called it justice. I used to believe them. I don't anymore. And so, I was forced into a role I never wanted—the villain. Yet every step I take feels like betraying those who love me, those who believed in me and sacrificed everything so I could survive. I am not a villain, nor are the others. There are no evil people in this world; they are victims of societal cruelty and the system. Destiny is not something you can reject… but you can choose how you live it. Darkness is not the opposite of light… it is where light is born and dies. And I? I am the end of everything.

It was prophesied that Queen Qara would give birth to a prince destined to be the next ruler of the kingdom of Hmagol, replacing the crippled crown prince. Fate twisted, and Queen Qara gave birth to Princess Chinua, giving the eldest son of the king's concubine a chance to inherit the throne. As the legs of the crippled crown prince of the Kingdom of Hmagol, Chinua and eight of her most trusted subordinates traveled across the Kingdom of  Hmagol to restore peace and stability to the citizens of Hmagol. The invasion by Zasra Kingdom compelled Chinua and her loyal companions into battle, and forever altering the course of her life.

Set in 1899 during the final days of the Wild West, Red Dead Redemption follows Johnny Van der Linde, a man reborn in the frozen north with memories of another life and a mysterious Entry System that turns choices, loyalty, and gunfights into strict data. Rescued by Sadie Adler and drawn into the Van der Linde gang, Johnny becomes a quiet force behind the scenes, guiding events without breaking bonds or betraying hearts. This story focuses on the true joys and sorrows of a Western cowboy, where survival is earned, dogs do not get spared, fate is challenged with logic, and redemption is carved through blood, grit, and unwavering resolve. -------- • Not My Work I'm just Translating and Making it readable. If Orignal Owner wants It removed Contact me.

She was just a reader… until she woke up inside the worst romance novel she had ever finished. Now she’s the tragic female lead. A rich heiress obsessed with a man who uses her, humiliates her, and eventually watches her die after being poisoned by her own best friend. Only this time… she knows the ending. Instead of chasing love, she chooses something far better. Money. Food. Luxury. Peace. Why suffer for a man who never cared when she can enjoy a life others would kill for?

Eleanor is barely surviving—drowning in bills, deadlines, and a life going nowhere. Every night, she dreams of a man called Death, chained to a black throne in an ancient world, with an old diary resting beside him. Every night, she reads the diary. Every morning, she writes it down as fiction. The diary tells a forbidden story—the story of the Queen of Faith, a woman who could write fate itself, and her husband Death, a king prophesied to destroy the earthly gods. The Queen betrays him, writing him into eternal bondage. By chance, Eleanor’s friend—a publisher—comes across the manuscript and persuades her to publish it. The story becomes an overnight obsession. Readers worship it. Fear it. Demand more. But the diary ends. Under crushing pressure to continue the story, Eleanor writes the one ending that she regreted— Death is freed. In that moment, Eleanor is pulled into the ancient world she thought existed only in ink. Now trapped in the underworld, sharing a bridal chamber with the god she unchained, Eleanor must face Death’s growing hatred for women—and uncover the truth behind his betrayal—while desperately searching for a way back to the world she left behind. 3 chapters daily update, Monday-Friday

Napoleon Bonaparte shaped Europe with wars, treaties, and new laws. His name filled maps, thrones, and textbooks. His son had none of that. Born in a palace, raised behind guarded walls, he never commanded armies or held power. He lived under supervision, watched by diplomats, used as a symbol, forgotten by history. The father became an emperor. The son became a rumor. A modern engineer opens his eyes in a dim royal nursery in 1811 Paris. Turns out, he was reincarnated as Napoleon the Second. And he knew the fate of the child of Napoleon, about his short-lived life, or if there was a life for him at all. Refusing this fate, he would alter the course of history using his modern knowledge in history, politics, and science.

"Did you know? The reason why the Gojos and the Zenins are on bad terms? It was during the Keicho period. Their respective clan heads killed each other in a fight." 400 years ago... Keicho Era, 1598. The theft of the Mitsuboshi no Yari—Three Star Spear—forces an uneasy and precarious alliance between Seijiro Gojo, the impulsive hot-headed heir of the Gojo clan, and Kaoru Zenin, the brillaint prodigious Zenin clan's heir, who, unbeknownst to all, is in truth a woman. Now, as the Tokugawa and Toyotomi forces stand on the brink of a full-scale war, and tension stretches from Edo to Osaka, they find themselves standing on opposite sides of a conflict that neither of them wanted.

A world oozing both dread and the sublime, a place so vast where each region shifts between its own unique realities, An incomprehensible number of strange beings inhabiting the vastness of the cosmos in quiet solitude, sometimes Ambitious. An emotional and exhilarating driven story encompassing the intensity of life and the nature of being, high stakes under the scope of disorder, thrilling events and most importantly a journey of self discovery, This is Divine Apotheosis!

The night Selene turns ten, her world burns. Her family is slaughtered under the Alpha King’s banner. Her pack is erased from history. Her little sister dies screaming in the garden they once played in. And on Selene’s forehead, a mark appears. The Crimson Crescent. The symbol of a prophecy powerful enough to terrify kings. Hunted, orphaned, and forced into hiding, Selene grows up in the shadows with only grief, rage, and a vow carved into her bones. She will survive. She will return. And she will make the man responsible pay in blood. Eight years later, Selene infiltrates the royal castle as a servant, hiding her identity behind a false name and lowered eyes. Every day she walks the halls of power. Every night she sharpens her hatred. The Alpha King is closer than ever. Close enough to kill. But the monster she prepared herself to face is not the man she finds. As secrets unravel and the truth behind the massacre begins to surface, Selene is trapped between vengeance and something far more dangerous. Desire. Loyalty. Choice. Because the prophecy was never about destruction alone. It was about a queen rising from ashes. And deciding who deserves to burn.

Laenor Velaryon was a disappointment. Heir to the richest house in Westeros, Dragonrider, Knight of the Seventh Kingdom, Consort to the heir to the throne, and yet he was dead before his thirtieth birthday, left no heirs of his body, and was forgotten in less than a generation. A man from our world gets the chance to right those wrongs. He is the firstborn son of Corlys Velaryon and Rhaenys Targaryen. He is the seadragon, and the world would hear his roar.

Becoming a Mutant: At the very beginning, Lancelot awakens the god-level “Pupil Lottery System.” Eyes of power—Geass, Reincarnation Eyes, Shared Eyes, Copy Eyes, Jianjigu, and the Deadly Magic Eye—fall under his control. Thus begins the legendary Eye Saga in Marvel. Geass·Absolute Command: “Black Emperor Xiao, serve me as your king. Serve me as your master. Obey me… until death.” Mutant Reverses the Future: The timeline fractures under the Mutant’s power. Lancelot opens the Reincarnation Eyes, forcing humanity to feel true pain. The Super Shenluo Tianzheng erupts, nuclearizing the world with unstoppable force. Apocalypse Advent Era: Lancelot confronts Susan, stepping over Apocalypse itself, turning the ancient villain into a six-way puppet under his command. Sorcerer Supreme? “Ancient One, in front of my Copy Eyes, all your magic will be replicated, perfected, and optimized.” Thor? “Your Meow Hammer bears the Word of Odin? It’s already overwritten… by me.” Avengers? Against my Mutant army, even Earth’s mightiest heroes tremble. Star-Lord of the Guardians of the Galaxy? “Kid, you’re cute. But you really can’t compete.”

Su Yuanshan, Chief Architect of Haixin, was reborn back to the year 1991. In this era, AMD still survived by cloning Intel. He began his layout with EDA tools, seizing the initiative before the Wassenaar Agreement took effect. His goal: to rebuild the sky for the domestic semiconductor industry Thank you for the support, friends. If you want to read more chapters in advance, go to my Patreon. Read 30 Chapters In Advance: patreon.com/Albino1