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The Shadow of Great Britain

“Next, we have the most noble recipient of the Order of the Garter, the Grand Cross of Saint Michael and Saint George, the Grand Cross of the Bath, the Victoria Cross and the lower grades of Knighthood, the leader of the anti-colonial movement, the bell-ringer of the East India Company, the hero of the Crimean War, a Fellow of the Royal Society, a lifelong dear friend of literary giants such as Dickens and Great Dumas, a steadfast supporter of scientific luminaries like Faraday and Darwin, having served as assistant under-secretary, deputy under-secretary, and permanent under-secretary in departments of the Home Office and the Navy Department of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Ireland, the inaugural Cabinet Secretary and head of the civil service, the first graduate and most distinguished alumnus of our school. Please welcome Sir Arthur Hastings to deliver a speech on the occasion of the fiftieth anniversary of the founding of the University of London.” Arthur's gaze swept across the crowd before him, looking at the young faces and murmured, “Agares, what do you think I should say?” The Red Devil's wraith hovered behind him, saliva almost dribbling from the corner of his mouth, “Look at these ignorant souls; they still worship you as a hero. Why not say something they'd like to hear?” Arthur took a deep breath and let out a deafening roar, “Oxford is a bunch of whores' bastards!” “Oh!!!!” The audience erupted into thunderous applause. “Cambridge is the same!” he added immediately. The applause grew even more fervent... (The protagonist, possessed by a devil, travels through 19th-century Britain in a world without magic)
Chasing Time · 398.5k Views

A DUKE'S CRIMSON SCANDAL

Lucien's control was fraying. He watched Elian's shoulders shake, watched fat tears roll down those flushed cheeks as the younger man tried—and failed—to hold back broken sobs. The sight should have disgusted him. Instead, it ignited something feral in his chest. "Be quiet, Elian," Lucien warned, voice low and strained. Elian's head snapped up, eyes blazing through the tears. "No! I will not be quiet!" His voice cracked, raw and defiant. "I demand you let me go. Set me—ah!" Lucien moved before he could think. In one brutal motion, he slammed Elian against the nearest wall, the impact knocking the breath from both of them. Elian's back hit stone with a dull thud, his wrists pinned above his head by one of Lucien's large hands. "Be quiet," Lucien hissed again, forehead pressed against Elian's, their breaths mingling hot and desperate. Elian whimpered, twisting uselessly in his grip. "You monster… you—" Lucien's mouth crashed down on his. It wasn't gentle. It wasn't a kiss—it was a claim. Hard, punishing, devouring. Elian gasped into it, the sound swallowed instantly as Lucien pressed closer, body caging him completely against the cold wall. The taste of salt from Elian's tears mixed with something sweeter, something that made Lucien's blood roar. Elian struggled for half a second… then his lips parted on a broken moan. Lucien pulled back just enough to growl against his mouth, "I said be quiet." But Elian—trembling, furious, aching—only whispered back, voice wrecked: "Make me." **** Some truths are worth killing for. ​Son of a traitor, Elian Morel was meant to burn in the Duke's dungeon. Instead, the ruthless Duke Lucien pulls him from the darkness and keeps him locked in his private wing—close enough to watch, to touch, to break. Elian hides a dangerous gift: with one touch, he can drag out the truth behind any lie. Lucien is cold precision and merciless control, a man bound by a royal betrothal and secrets of his own. But the more he tries to possess Elian, the more his iron restraint begins to crack. In a world of court intrigue and deadly politics, their charged proximity turns into something darker—something hungry. Every defiance, every forced confession, every lingering gaze pushes them closer to the edge. Between captor and captive, hatred and desire, a forbidden bond begins to form. One that could destroy them both. Power, obsession, and a love that defies the throne.
Rosegold_n · 173.9k Views

Type-Moon: Simulation Starts from Greece

Legend has it, he is the hero Griffith, who, with a single recitation of his Noble Phantasm, made all the Greek heroes chant chuunibyou style lines during their ultimate moves. Legend has it that he is a hero created from a lie, a descendant of the heroes aboard the Argo, and the descendant of Kratos, the dragon slayer hero. Legend has it he is the hero who peeled off the armour of the gods from the flesh and blood of his body, making even the sun god impressed with his dedication. Some say that the goddess of beauty, the goddess of wisdom, the goddess of discord, and even the pure goddess of the moon and the queen of the underworld were all madly in love with him and fought fiercely over him. He is the Adonis of spring, adorning the pure hearts of goddesses with floral crowns, a rainbow-coloured figure in the eyes of countless unrequited lovers, both human and divine. Apollo wept daily in white learning, saying: "It was me first." Poseidon looked at Athena's kiss with jealous envy, splitting apart with rage: "How am I supposed to feel seeing the ones I once desired and those I now desire together?" The three Celtic goddesses, unable to obtain him, sought to destroy him. The earth mother goddess Nephthys personally crowned him as the hero of the storm, giving him the name of Set, the god of destruction in the desert, viewing him as her eternal lover. And it all starts with a war, with the hero chanting: "The awe of the king is displayed at this moment. Witness the power that shakes the heavens and the earth!" ___________________ This is a Translation.. So, you can credit the original 'Author: Merlin You Have No Feelings' ...he has written a good fanfic. I'm merely translating ... ______ I've used AI for translation during the earlier chapters, so read only if you can beat it...After 100, I've used Web version and translated it myself with Grammarly as tool. Ok that's it. I'll write NSFW scenes myself, when they appear. Also, I won't be dropping it. (Ancient Greece–Rome–Greece..) The Story starts in Rome and then simulates to the Ancient Greece(Trojan War)... ....... For more info you can visit: Patreon.com/abhi28
Abhii_28 · 1.3m Views

Transmigration: The Tyrant General Can Hear My Thoughts

PS: THIS IS NOT A SYSTEM BOOK Camilla Hudson was the world’s most sought-after assassin, known only as "The Black Widow." After years of bloodshed, hunting down corrupt politicians, she finally collected her final paycheck, laid down her sniper and prepared for a peaceful retirement of luxury and... WebNovels. But when her favorite story is left on a brutal cliffhanger, Camilla does what any frustrated reader would do: she trashes the author in the comments. "I could do a better job than this!" The Universe took her literally. Transmigrated into the body of the pathetic, love-crazed Lady Camilla, the female lead who just attempted suicide over a divorce. To return to her world, she must give the book an ending and mark it completed. Her plan? Sign the papers, take the money, and leave or she would be stuck inside the story forever. However, she’s been granted a terrifying new perk—The Cursed Tongue. Every "bad" word she utters becomes a reality. But there’s a secret perk she doesn't know about: Lord Damon can hear every single one of her murderous, sarcastic thoughts. The General, who once overlooked his clingy wife, is now terrified, intrigued, and utterly obsessed with the "new" Camilla. As she tries to sprint toward a "Happily Ever After" (and a quick exit), the General suddenly tears up the divorce papers. "You want to leave, wife? Over my dead body." Can Camilla write her own ending when the Male Lead refuses to follow the script?
Cameron_Rose_8326 · 1.1m Views

Heartbeat Rhapsody [BL]

(Daily updates for September) Silas knew that being born as an omega meant his life wouldn't have many choices—unless you came from a privileged family, where your trait didn't matter and you could live comfortably. When a baron adopted him, Silas saw a glimmer of hope and vowed to repay the man he called father. However, though it was better than life in the orphanage, Silas knew he would never truly belong to the family. He was groomed to obey, and his adoptive father planned to use him to expand connections with noble families. As he grew older, his father repeatedly offered him in marriage to the son of a grand duke, an alpha, only to be rejected every single time. Eventually, just before the grand duke's son left for military service, his father received an answer: the grand duke's son agreed to the connection—but only on the condition that Silas would be a consort. It wasn't uncommon for alphas to have multiple consorts, though it wasn't what Silas desired. Still, as an omega, this was the only way he could repay the baron's kindness. * Silas remembered what Alric was like back when they were at the academy. Cold, quiet, and someone who despised omegas. He knew what kind of fate awaited him and gave up on the kind of love he often read about in books. After all, real life wasn't the same as the fantasies penned by writers. Instead, Silas decided to prepare himself for decorating the "cage" he would live in—a life filled with the constant refrain of "at least, at least, at least." He would get used to it. He had to. But something felt different. Why was Alric treating him so differently now compared to the way he had back in school? Alric's eyes were filled with a tenderness and sorrow that Silas couldn't understand. It was the kind of look that made Silas want to hold him close. — (Read the info for more additions)
chacantsleep · 36.1k Views