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In a fractured realm where power and perception decide everything, two royal sisters stand on opposite sides of fate—one feared as a tyrant, the other believed to be a symbol of hope. But in a world where nothing is as it seems, trust becomes fragile, and truth is easily rewritten by unseen hands. Beneath the palace’s golden silence, hidden motives begin to twist every bond into something dangerous. As the kingdom slowly falls into uncertainty, love, loyalty, and belief will be tested—because even the purest hearts can be shaped by lies.

Ananya never expected death to bring her into another life. One moment, she was running her parents’ restaurant in the modern world. The next, she opened her eyes in silk robes, surrounded by hostile stares — the Queen Consort of the empire. But this body was cursed in everyone’s eyes. The Emperor loathed her. The mistress laughed at her. And the court whispered behind her back. Only she wasn’t truly alone. > “Finally, someone can see us!” “What kind of Queen Consort are you, so calm even with ghosts in your chamber?” “Shut up, Wei Rong, let her breathe. She looks like she’s about to faint.” Three ghosts — a stoic scholar, a brash general, and a mischievous noble girl — lingered at her side. They were invisible to all but her. And with them, she learned to survive the poisonous palace. When rumors spread that she was cursed, Ananya stood before the empire’s court. Instead of tears, she offered proof. Instead of fear, she offered dignity. > “If Heaven believes I am cursed, let the fire and smoke betray me. I will not hide.” And Heaven sided with her. Outside the palace, crises struck — starving soldiers, missing supplies, merchants growing fat from stolen grain. Inside, Lady Zhen, the Emperor’s favored mistress, grew bolder by the day, flaunting her beauty and mocking Ananya’s quiet grace. > “Sister, do you still dream of winning His Majesty’s heart? Look at you — plain, dull, unworthy.” “If simplicity is a crime, then let it be mine,” Ananya answered, unshaken. The Emperor indulged Lady Zhen openly… but in the silence of night, he tasted Ananya’s food, lingered at her table, and found himself unsettled by her calm. > “This is not palace fare,” he muttered. “It is lighter,” Ananya replied softly. “Easier to sleep after.” Step by step, conspiracy thickened. At a grand banquet, a poisoned cup was placed in Ananya’s hand. But a ghost’s laugh echoed in her ear — and the cup was swapped. A dancer collapsed instead. From that night on, the Emperor’s gaze changed. He began to notice the woman who never begged for favor, never fought for attention, yet always endured. Still, war brewed at the borders. Betrayals reached even the throne. Assassins crept through the palace halls. And the one person who seemed weakest became the calm at the center of the storm. Through whispered secrets, mischievous hauntings, and quiet resilience, Ananya carved her place in the empire. She would not simply survive. She would rise. And the Emperor who once despised her would one day whisper only her name.

The story begins in 1978, Ladakh, where we meet Major Abhimanyu. He receives a mysterious musical message, setting the tone for the narrative. The chapter likely lays the groundwork for an intriguing tale of mystery and adventure.

Nicole Johnson. History teacher. Sharp. Disciplined. Unforgiving. She taught empires how they fell. She taught children how not to repeat them. She believed knowledge was power. She believed effort could change society. She was wrong. — A classroom. A lockdown. A knife. Her throat slit in front of the students she tried to save. Blood on her hands. Screams in her ears. A girl she pushed to “do better” smiling as she bled out. "This school will burn with me." And then— Silence. — February 20th, 1515. She opened her eyes again. Not as Nicole Johnson. But as Morgan Le Fay de’ Queen. Eldest daughter of the Grand Duchy of Queens. Pawn in a political marriage. A kingdom built on stone, fragile trade routes, and rotting alliances. Yorkania. An 16th-century North American throne wrapped in Arthurian bloodlines and colonial ambition. No magic. No divine system. No second chances. Only knowledge. Only politics. Only survival. — They want her married to a piggy king. They want her silent. They want her useful. But she has studied fallen dynasties. She knows what destroys empires. And this one is already cracking. — In her first life, she died powerless. In this one? She will build. She will manipulate. She will outlive them all. Even if the crown must drown in blood. ------------------------------------------ Author Note: This is a spin-off of my other story (I Became Beyonce’s Half Sister) and is apart of the I.C.T.M.H.E universe. WARNING WARNING ⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️ ⚠️ Content Warning: Throughout this story, there are scenes involving strong language, physical and emotional abuse, sexual situations, violence, and other mature or disturbing themes. Please read with discretion.

Eden got struck by lightening while leaving hate-comments on an ongoing Webnovel he hates. And as karma would have it, he woke up as the villain of the novel. In the novel, The emperor had announced that anyone who brings him the head of the Villainous Wizard of EL, will be rewarded handsomely. And So Everyone, Especially the Powerful Male leads of this novel, are bent on killing this Villain - The same villain Eden woke up as! Eden knew he had to do everything to escape death, even if that meant seducing and snatching the male leads of the original female lead to use them as powerful shields! ******* 1st Lead: "I will have your head with this sword if you ever get that close to me again" The Crown Prince threatened. "Well not after I'm done undressing you, Your Royal Highness" Eden shamelessly replied. 2nd Lead: "Why don't you have a drink with me?" The Grand Marquis had poured him a poisoned drink. "Well it'd be sweeter if I drink directly from your mouth My Lord" Eden offered him the drink. 3rd Lead: "Why don't you go bring me my book? Eden" The Grand Duke requested, an ambush set and waiting to kill Eden in the library. "Don't worry My Dear Duke, I have a better book here about two boys making out!" Eden offered. 4th Lead: "I've heard about your Impeccable magical skills Mr Wizard, can you perhaps teach me some?" The Mage requested, aiming to drain Eden's powers and life! "Don't worry sir, tonight I'll teach you a better skill I excel at - in Bed!" Eden tugged his collar. 5th Lead: "Can you help me find a partner to the Royal ball" The naive 'Little' prince was the worst at making evil plots. "Don't worry, I'll be your partner to the Royal Ball" But he was Eden's favourite because he was the least threat! ***** Mr Guide: "Hey Eden, I think something is wrong with the Original Story Plot, Thus You're going to be Mysteriously assassinated at the Upcoming event by someone other than the male leads!!" Eden Cried "What?! Someone Please Get me out of this Novel Right now!"

[18+ WORNING: heavy details on smuty parts] This story follows Lucian Thornvale, a thirty-two-year-old man belonging to a third-tier royal family. Most luxuries are at his fingertips. His wife is considered the most beautiful woman among the third-tier royals, yet there is no love in their married life—he simply cannot fall in love. Marriages between royals are nothing more than political acts. However, a forced marriage is not the reason he cannot love her. In fact, the relationship between Lucian and his wife is quite good for a forced marriage. There are no arguments, no doubts, and no cheating. They share their bed almost every night. There are giggles, laughter, and moments of joy—but none of it feels genuine. Lucian hates his life not because of his wife, but because of her grandmother. A manipulative old hag who seems determined to control every part of his fate. Yet even she is not the only reason for the emptiness in his heart. Lucian Thornvale carries a secret confusion within himself. For as long as he can remember, he has felt a quiet, buried desire—the wish that he had been born a woman. A desire he tried to suppress before it could grow into something undeniable. But fate can be strangely cruel… and strangely generous. When Lucian’s life finally collapses, he is given another chance. He awakens once again in the past—but this time reborn as a woman, the very thing he had once secretly longed to be. In a world filled with royal politics, twisted relationships, and repeating tomorrows, the newly reborn Lucian must face a question far more terrifying than death: Will this new life finally grant her freedom… or trap her forever as the cursed bride of endless tomorrows? Update for my loyal readers: I tried my best to get a contract, but they rejected it. So if you want to suport me then join my patreon for early characters. my patreon: Saber Sable Roselle

In the mist before GENESIS, Fate and Chance and Others cast tolls upon their names, while the chalice did burn and churn whose crown should be. And he that won strode through the mist unto YOD-VAV-HEH and cried: “Lo, wake upon the mist and create the heavens and the earth and make gods for me, for I have won over the crown and thy mist is mine to rule.” And so as the cry was heard Fate and Chance and Others bowed, But whether it was Fate or Chance or Another that won the cast of the tolls before GENESIS—none-knoweth. .............................................................. Welcome to Gods of Pangaeos. ​This work is a reimagining of the creation myth, written as a stylistic marriage between the liturgical structure of Genesis and the high-fantasy, rhythmic prose of Lord Dunsany’s The Gods of Pegāna. ​In this world, the Creator is a sleeper, and the world we know is merely a "Game" played by smaller, whimsical deities during His slumber. You will find echoes of our own earth’s deep past—Pangaea, Panthalassa, and Gondwana—woven into a tapestry of myth and "The Word." ​A Note on Style: The text uses archaic phrasing and repetitive structures to mimic ancient holy books. If the gods seem cruel or indifferent, remember: to them, we are but the pieces on a board. ​I hope you enjoy the "Game." ​Art Disclaimer ​Cover Illustration: "MANA-YOOD-SUSHAI" by Sidney Sime (1906). ​ ​Note on the Artwork: The illustration used for this cover is a masterpiece by Sidney Sime, originally created for Lord Dunsany’s The Gods of Pegāna. As this artwork was published over 100 years ago, it resides in the Public Domain. ​While the image originally depicted the deity Mana-Yood-Sushai, it has been chosen for this work to represent the Great Stillness of YOD-VAV-HEH. I use this art as a tribute to the golden age of mythic illustration that inspired the tone of Gods of Pangaeos.

Rudra Pratap died a broken man in 2026, sacrificed on the altar of corporate corruption. He wakes up with a second chance in the most volatile decade of Indian history: the 1970s. It is an age of suffocation—where the License Raj strangles innovation and the government controls the means of production. But Rudra has brought something back from the future. Possessing a mysterious System that allows him to import 21st-century blueprints and foresee geopolitical shifts, Rudra begins his ascent. While others fear the impending war, Rudra sees a supply chain opportunity. While others beg bureaucrats for permits, Rudra buys the bureau.He is no longer the victim. He is the predator. His goal is not just wealth. He aims to forge an industrial empire so vast that operates in the shadows of global finance while building the spine of Indian industry. Watch Rudra Pratap turn a dying textile mill into a global empire, one crisis at a time. DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction set in an alternate 1970s timeline. All characters, businesses, and events are either products of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously. Real-world brands and historical figures are included solely for atmospheric context and do not imply endorsement or factual accuracy. © 2026 Inkstory. All rights reserved. This story is published exclusively on Webnovel,Royal Road and Scribble Hub. If you are reading this on a pirate site, please report it.

The sickly heiress of the Rashet Clan died. Then her ghost watched the man she loved burn the empire down. Her family. Her servants. The emperor. Everyone. Now she's awake. The day before her murder. Her tea is poisoned. Her brother is still alive. And the man who would become a tyrant is coming to her manor tomorrow. He doesn't know she saw what he becomes. He just takes her wrist. Checks her pulse. And whispers— "You've become a liar, Nyasia." They say the Grand Duke of Varyn wants a wife. They say the emperor wants him to marry a princess. But Nyasia knows what he really wants. And this time, she's not dying before she gets what she wants too.

The legitimate younger sister insists on exchanging marriage, sending me to become the Marchioness. 【The main wife of the Marquis Mansion only wants to make money, whether love is involved depends on her mood + exchanged marriage group + hair-pulling + rough man self-strategy】 After Qin Yuan was reborn, she discovered that her legitimate younger sister was also reborn. Not only did she snatch Qin Yuan's previous life's husband, the poor scholar, but she also strongly facilitated Qin Yuan's marriage to her previous life's brother-in-law, Dingbei Marquis. Although it's strange why her legitimate younger sister did this, when a pie falls from the sky, you have to catch it! In the previous life, the legitimate younger sister was envious of her: "Since childhood, Qin Yuan could only pick what I didn't want. Why did she become the Prime Minister's wife and enjoy honor and glory, while I was abandoned by my husband, dominated by concubines, and suffered alone all my life?" In this life, the legitimate younger sister is desperate: "Why is Qin Yuan living even better?! Where is my Prime Minister's wife position? Why is my husband still a sesame official? Not only is the mother-in-law difficult to deal with, but there is also a childhood cousin coveting him fiercely!" Qin Yuan chuckled: "This forcibly offered position of Marchioness is quite nice, tut tut... I can do business, excel in medical incense, have strategies, and possess brilliant plans. In the previous life, it was all due to my own efforts that I schemed to become the Prime Minister's wife. My naive good sister." In the previous life, her husband locks himself with her legitimate younger sister, but in this life Qin Yuan won't expend any effort pushing him upwards; isn't it better to achieve it by herself? — Dingbei Marquis, who postponed marriage to protect the borders, is a War God in armor, and a handsome gentleman without a beard, with a line of women fond of him reaching a myriad. On the wedding night, he abandoned his young wife, thinking coaxing her is enough. Later... He discovered she didn't care at all and was constantly coaxing him for fun. Marquis Mansion daily: Dingbei Marquis kneels at the door: "I know I exist in your heart, madam, please give me another chance." After a while, Qin Yuan: "Depends on my mood." Others: Tut tut, The Marquis is just the Marchioness' lickspittle, professional.

[An overpowering duke who loved pretending to be weak x a cute and intelligent female supporting character] After transmigrating into a book, she found herself an arrogant and tyrannical female supporting character. Su Ye clenched her little fists. If she wanted to live, she must stay away from that evil-hearted man. In the capital, there was an extremely handsome duke who was riddled with illnesses. He set down various regulations and was very picky. No one dared to provoke him. However, this duke, who cared for no one, grabbed her by her lapels and latched himself onto her as soon as he saw her like a treasure he found. As the storm began to brew, her wish to evade all conflict was canceled as someone insisted on announcing her status to the world. One day, the sickly duke held her hand and coughed horridly. "Su Su, do you like me?" As she lapsed into momentary silence, his coughing intensified. It was as though he would cough himself to death before her if she dared reject him. She nodded hastily. "I like you. I like you very, very much." The moment she finished speaking, the mischievous duke finally settled down.

Jin Qianqian never would have thought that just by inheriting a legacy, she would inexplicably gain a mysterious space. She didn't know where the space led to—the apocalypse, transmigration, or infinite survival? The moment she thought of all those web novels she had read, Jin Qianqian couldn't sit still anymore. It was time to hoard, hoard as much as she could, preferably filling the entire space. Just as she had squandered all her money and was preparing to head back, the person in the seat next to her turned out to be the dreamboat of her dreams. While she was agonizing over whether to confess her feelings, the plane crashed, and she actually traveled back to ancient times with her dreamboat! The ground was parched, her mouth full of sand and grit. She had become one of the fleeing refugees. Looking down at her own emaciated body, she didn't forget to pat her chest. Shamelessly, she comforted the dreamboat who was in the same predicament, "Senior, don't worry, I'll support you!"

Hua Manman never expected to transmigrate into a satisfying palace-intrigue novel, becoming the cannon fodder female supporting character in the book. She tried to turn the tables, but discovered that as long as she didn't act according to the plot, she would feel a heart-wrenching pain as if being stabbed by a knife. In that case, she might as well just lie flat and be a salted fish! But what was baffling was, why did that Prince Zhao, known for being sinister, ruthless, and treacherous, always like to stare at her? ... Prince Zhao discovered that something seemed to be wrong with his ears. As long as he stared at someone, he could hear that person's inner thoughts. For example, right now, Hua Manman was crying with tears streaming down her beautiful face: "To be able to receive the Prince's favor is truly a blessing this humble servant has cultivated in a past life!" However, what she was thinking in her heart was— "Oh my, this chili oil today has quite a kick! It's making me cry so hard I can't even stop." ... (1v1, Sweet)

Xie Yunzhen went south to manage the floodings and brought back the widow of his childhood friend. At that time, they were still in a cold war. Ji Mingzhu, distracted, fell and bled on the spot. During the difficult labor, Xie Yunzhen refused to return to the mansion to see her, but instead took his childhood friend out of the city to enjoy the scenery. In despair, Ji Mingzhu passed away. Reborn, she just wants to stay far away from Xie Yunzhen. She began to look at other families, hoping to find a gentle and considerate husband. The man who was indifferent and distant to her, however, clung to her, "Ji Mingzhu, you can only marry me!" In the past life. Xie Yunzhen didn't expect that acting out of spite would make him miss Ji Mingzhu's last moments. She left. The child was gone too. His heart felt pierced by thousands of arrows, and he coughed up blood from the pain. Reborn, Ji Mingzhu wants to marry someone else. Xie Yunzhen's eyes turned red: Dream on!

Qin Yao opens her eyes and finds herself transmigrated from a post-apocalyptic world into the body of an ancient peasant woman. Her family consists of four stepchildren needing care. A good-for-nothing husband, who has nothing but looks, is causing a ruckus. They live in a thatched hut, without a grain of rice, the family is emaciated like refugees. If that wasn't enough, someone even comes to collect debts! Anger rises in Qin Yao's heart, and she kicks the wretched husband out, "Debt collector, feel free to just beat him to death!" The four stepchildren: !!! With the world quieted, Qin Yao rolls up her sleeves to revive the family. Hunting, carrying bags, fighting bandits, she's an expert in all. But facing the fields, with her back to the sky, and her face to the earth, even a top-tier fighter from the post-apocalyptic world waves her hand: Can't take it! Really can't take it! Qin Yao scratches her head: In the ancient times where agricultural taxes are extremely high, how can I avoid farming? At this moment, the lazy husband who was sent away to die (twisting and crawling) (struggling to stand up) (screaming and roaring): My dear! I think I can be saved!

Ye Zhi transmigrated into a book and became a vicious female supporting character who was destined to be torn apart by five horses when the male lead achieved fame and success... Even though it is also a transmigration story, who has it worse than her? Just thinking about it, she can already feel the impending pain of being torn apart by horses. No, she absolutely can't let that happen. She is only seven years old now, and the male lead, damned as he is, is only eight. Everything is still possible! She tries hard to please the humble, fallen, powerless boy, but as the day of the dismemberment draws nearer, he remains unmoved. In the end! In order to save her life, Ye Zhi has no choice but to stomp her feet and hide with her maidservants in a remote area. Anyway! She won't come out for three to five years, laughing triumphantly at her own cleverness. What she doesn't know is that after her disappearance! The infamous Chancellor Shen, who is rumored to be ruthless and sinister, stared red-eyed at the candlelight, sleepless through the night.

Transmigrated into a family of bandits who have just been granted amnesty and ennobled. Father, mighty and brave, loves causing trouble. Mother, beautiful as a flower, loves causing trouble. Brother, handsome and suave, loves causing trouble. ... You ask about her? She is relatively sensible; she just brought back a husband to suppress the household...

Most people are born ordinary, but there are always some who, despite being born ordinary, aspire to greatness. From an exploited undocumented worker to the godfather of the dark; From those who obey the rules at the bottom of society, to the emperor behind the scenes who makes the rules; The country belongs to the federation when the sun shines, but it belongs to me when the night falls! "Sometimes, shadows can not only be as vast as light but can even cover it!" "We never extort anyone, every penny we make can pass through our conscience." If someone knocks on your door at night, they either bring my regards or brings the destruction for your arrogance. As for what you will get, it depends on how you choose, my friend!

In the year 1469, the Aztec Empire in Central America was at its zenith. A soul from the future transgressed time to come here, intent on saving the fate of the Indian people from destruction and establishing an empire in Central America! The Age of Exploration had just begun its prologue, with European colonizers venturing into the unknown world. Europeans were on the rise, intent on conquering the rich lands of America and colonizing the vast New World. They were poised to embark on an expansion that would take them from America, to Africa, to India, to the Far East, and control the world for the next five hundred years! But now, an immortal spirit sought to change all of that. He would unite Central America under one rule, inherit the two-thousand-year legacy of American civilization, and resist the invasion of Western colonizers. He would spend centuries leading Aztec civilization onto the path of destiny to conquer America! Without the land and wealth of America, what would become of the Westerners? And in which direction would the world turn?

In France, just entered Versailles, with the identity of the Crown Prince. The only problem was that the reigning king was Louis XVI, and in two years, he'd be "snapped"... Since I couldn't rely on dear old dad and the ministers, I had to take matters into my own hands to reform France! First, make a bit of easy money to solve the financial crisis that had plagued the nation for hundreds of years. Then give a harsh lesson to those nobles harboring treacherous intentions and plotting to seize power. Next, confiscate the Church's abundant lands, acquired without lifting a finger. Industry, technology, agriculture, commerce—I will all advance side by side, I, the greatest Crown Prince in France! That year, when the little British struggled with the allied forces at his borders, I simply took over his little island. That year, my sword pointed at all of Europe, the magnificent feat Napoleon didn't accomplish, I will achieve!!!