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His Secret Slave to Scandalous Queen

Excerpt... Henry’s hand shot out, closing around her arm, firmly enough that her breath caught. “Stay…” He stood beside her, close enough that she could feel him without touching him. “I…” Livia’s voice broke before it found strength. “I didn’t flee.” She still would not fully look at him. Her eyes remained on Bella. “This is not my fault,” she whispered. “No,” Henry said at once. “It isn’t.” He looked away, then back at her. “Do you love him, Livia?” “Please,” she cried. “Stop calling me that.” “Do you love him?” he asked. “Yes,” she said. “So soon after me?” he asked. “I thought we…” He stopped. “I assumed you…” “That I what?” Livia asked, her voice trembling. “That I loved you? Henry…” she began then she caught herself. “Your Highness. I did seek solace in your arms... Yes. I will not lie about that. I wanted you. I trusted you. In a sea of sharks and wolves, you were the safest thing I could find.” Her eyes filled again. “You made me feel as though I could breathe. Turns out, you are no better.” “Why?” Henry asked quietly. “Because I am the king?” “Because you lied to me. You let me trust a man who did not exist.” “I existed.” “Henry the merchant existed because you created him.” “For good reasons, I had to keep my identity hidden,” Henry said. “The king moving around London without security,” he continued, “what do you think would happen?” “You speak as though I was asking you to announce yourself in the middle of Cheapside with trumpets and a crown. It doesn’t matter anymore,” Livia said, looking away from him. “I am getting married.” “Yes,” Henry said, the word leaving him like a blade drawn from flesh. “To my best friend. Did you tell him?” Henry asked. Livia’s brows drew together. “Tell him what?” “That I fucked you. Did you tell him I was your first? Did you tell him you once trusted me? That you once promised yourself to me because you thought I was the safest thing in your miserable world?” “That is not fair.” “Then tell me is it fair that Richard gets to call you his intended while I stand here pretending I do not know the sound of your moan? Is it fair that he holds your hand while I cannot even say your name without ruining you?” “Please stop.” “Did you tell him,” Henry pressed, unable to stop himself now, “that you were mine before you were ever his?” “How could I?” she asked, the words breaking. “I did not even know who you were.” “Then let me ask you this,” he said, leaning down just a little, his lips a hair’s breath from hers. “Has he fucked you? Has he touched what is mine?” ..... Sold into slavery and trapped in the brutal underworld of London, Livia Valenti is placed on the auction block. She makes a desperate choice and places her fate in the hands of the mysterious man who once caught her stealing. She does not know he is the King of England. Then comes Richard, Duke of Kingsmere willing to offer Livia the one thing Henry cannot easily give her— a future outside the shadows. Caught between the king who awakened her heart and the duke who may be her safest escape, Livia is pulled into a dangerous court. Livia becomes Diana Bellamy, the woman another man intends to wed, King Henry must decide how far a king can go before love becomes scandal, obsession, and war. From the author who brought you: 1. Undressed by the mafia God 2. Undressed by his arrogance 3. The Vampire's Luna
JoyceOrtsen · 213.9k Views

Way of the Wind

In a fractured martial world ruled by sects, reputations, and bloodstained legacies, Shen Feng walks without allegiance, without banner, and without desire for glory. He carries no visible killing intent, yet wherever he passes, conflict dissolves, pursuers fall, and rumors spread like storms on the horizon. Shen Feng practices no orthodox martial art. His path is known only as the Way of the Wind—a philosophy as much as a technique. He does not overpower opponents through brute force, nor does he seek victory through domination. Instead, he listens: to breath, balance, intent, terrain, and the unseen currents that guide every action. Like the wind, he redirects rather than collides, erodes rather than shatters, and strikes only when resistance becomes inevitable. Once, Shen Feng bore another name and lived a life bound by consequence. That past, deliberately abandoned, still reaches for him through assassins, sect envoys, and whispers carried across the martial world. As he travels from forgotten inns to contested towns, from valleys stalked by hunters to cities ruled by hidden powers, he repeatedly encounters forces that resist the natural flow—sects that control through fear, masters who bind disciples as tools, and leaders who mistake stillness for weakness. The turning point comes at Qing Hollow, a place where balance has been deliberately broken. There, Shen Feng’s refusal to choose sides draws the attention of major sects, rival masters, and a single formidable adversary who embodies the opposite philosophy: domination through force and reputation. Their conflict is not a single duel, but a prolonged clash of ideologies. Wind against stone, and calm against authority. As Shen Feng’s influence grows, so does the fear surrounding him. Not because he kills, but because he cannot be controlled. He leaves no evidence, claims no victories, and allows no one to measure him by conventional means. The martial world begins to fear him as a destabilizing force—a man who exposes the fragility of power structures simply by existing outside them. In the later chapters, Shen Feng is forced to confront the cost of subtle mastery. Guiding events without direct action carries consequences of its own, and the threads he redirects begin to stretch across sects, alliances, and innocent lives. He must decide whether the Way of the Wind is merely a path of avoidance, or a responsibility to intervene when balance is threatened on a greater scale. The novel culminates in a final confrontation that is not decided by strength, speed, or technique, but by perception and choice. Shen Feng proves that true mastery is not in defeating others, but in shaping outcomes so that violence becomes unnecessary, or unavoidable only when all other paths fail. At the end of his journey, Shen Feng does not claim a title, a sect, or a legacy. He leaves behind something far more unsettling: a world that has learned power does not always announce itself, and that the most dangerous force is not the storm that destroys, but the wind that cannot be stopped. The road continues, but it's nothing without the wind to carry it's weight.
HeavenlyPopcornn · 23.7k Views

Are Beast Nobles Supposed to Be This Lewd?

In the middle of the castle garden stood a table prepared for an elegant tea, draped in white lace, set with blue-and-white porcelain, tiered trays of pastel pastries, and crystal cups releasing the mingled scents of roses and spiced leaves in the warm afternoon air. And in the midst of this carefully arranged ensemble lay Mirabelle Luchs. Her wild curls were spread across plates and among the tempting desserts. Her dress had been pushed up to her hips, her legs bent and braced against the edge of the table, trembling. Elegant male hands pressed them farther apart while she desperately tried to close them. Between her legs was the head of a man. His pointed fox ears twitched with amusement as his tongue moved over her again and again. ---- Read until ch30 for free. Mirabelle Luchs wakes up in a world that should not exist. A feudal beast kingdom ruled by instinct, hierarchy, and conquest. A world where aristocracy is carved into bloodlines and women like her are used to secure peace after defeat. She inhabits the body of an unmated duchess from the losing side of a brutal war. Sheltered until now. Politically valuable. Offered by treaty to powerful beast nobles from the victorious realm. Men who do not hide their expectations, their presence, or their hunger. Mirabelle is unprepared for medieval court life, for beast instincts worn openly, for how closely power and desire intertwine in this world. But she refuses to remain a passive prize. With a modern mind and a sharp sense for social dynamics, Mirabelle begins to turn the rules against those who seek to control her. Provocation becomes a choice. Submission a performance. A mature reverse harem fantasy set in a medieval beast world, featuring political marriages, power games, and a female lead who refuses to be ruled quietly. Also it is slow burn;)
Lautenspielerin · 223.7k Views