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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.

Conscripted at fifteen, Park Seongjin steps into a war already older than his fear. His father has fallen. His brother is missing. His name is carved into wood and sent toward the frontier. He is not a prodigy. He is not chosen. He is merely another boy placed inside iron and dust. War does not create heroes—it erodes them. Steel demands discipline. Loss demands endurance. Campaign after campaign, repetition after repetition, the body learns before the mind understands. On battlefields ruled by ironclad cavalry and endless formations, he survives—not through brilliance, but through restraint. Not through destiny, but through persistence. Yet in surviving, something begins to take shape. The sword ceases to be a weapon alone. It becomes a path. This is a slow-burning war and progression story about experience, discipline, and the forging of a swordsman—step by step, until the blade and the man are no longer separate. This is my first time sharing my work on a global platform. I truly look forward to your evaluation and feedback. I am particularly interested in how readers from different cultural backgrounds perceive the story. Thank you sincerely. Author Note: This story may soon be contracted with another platform, so it might be removed from webnobel.. If you're interested, please read it while it is still available. Thank you.

The gate did not open. Youngwoo realized they were going to die outside the wall. Abandoned outside the southern gate, a disposable soldier survives when everyone expects him to die. Wounded, poisoned, and cast aside by his own comrades, he begins a brutal climb through the harsh life of a frontier garrison. In the collapsing battlefields of Goryeo, survival demands more than loyalty. It demands strength, strategy, and the blade. War and intrigue will shape the fate of a forgotten soldier. The soldier no one expected to live will become a master. At the edge of a collapsing frontier, a young soldier stands among men who are meant to die first. Wars are decided by generals and kings, but sometimes history remembers the blade of a single soldier.

[Rebirth + Abuse of Trash + Sweet Love] In her previous life, Su Li was blind and helped her husband to ascend to a high position. When he became successful, she abandoned him. Her grandfather's family and her father, the Shangshu, who had lived a clear and upright life, were decapitated and beheaded. She herself died with two bodies and could not close her eyes. God has eyes and she was reborn. In this life, she protects her relatives and steps on scumbags and bitches. When the scars faded, her appearance was stunning. Her medical skills were superb and amazing. ... A certain prince who was upright and elegant outside was clinging to the beauty in his arms: "This prince feels uncomfortable all over, and I need Li'er to check it out." Love this translation? Support me on Patreon for early access, exclusive content, and more! Your support keeps the translations coming—subscribe today! Join me on Patreon: Patreon.com/flokixy

Xiao Qingya was reincarnated as a pitiful cannon fodder in an ancient drama novel. Well, again.  In her grandfather’s generation, her maternal family was exiled. Now they worked in the countryside as farmers. But… this family wasn't ordinary farmers! The family was full of main characters, but also cannon fodder. The author wrote a lot of stories featuring the same universe. Her mother, father, brothers, and sisters were the future major characters. The mother was a female protagonist who went through so much abuse just to be reunited with her husband and awaken her memories in the previous life as a modern woman! The twin elder sisters’ lives were full of misunderstandings, the kind that would make them fight to the death until only one of them remained alive. The second brother lost his life just to protect the female lead, but unfortunately, the male lead in his story wasn’t him. And the eldest brother…  He was a prodigy in both martial arts and medicine. However, after he failed to save the sickly Xiao Qingya, he fell into depression. He was caught up in his younger twin sisters’ feud and eventually lost his life, too. *** The System fell silent. Another pitiful cannon fodder script for its host. Why did it even get bound to such a small baby who had no power to do anything yet? Its host was truly pitiful. This time around, she would also die young, just like the other books she had been reincarnated into. Feeling useless, it could only tell its host the truth.  Xiao Qingya didn't mind at all. Bored, she spent her time gossiping with ghosts. Yes, she could also see ghosts! However, just as she waited for her time to log off from the book… Eh, why did her parents reunite early? Her sisters lived peacefully with each other, and even her brothers thrived more than ever. Farming peacefully, they were saving themselves from famine and plague by hoarding! The family replied in their hearts: It’s because we heard your inner thoughts. You changed the family’s fate! [Inner Thoughts Exposed + Ancient Time + System + Farming + Space Storage + Famine + General's Daughter + Ghost-Seeing Baby + Slice of Life + Group's Favorite + Palace Drama]

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;)

Time Magazine once gave this review of a man: "Mr. Yang is a great inventor. The products he created changed how hundreds of millions live, work, and travel." "At the same time, his inventions created millions of jobs and made outstanding contributions to regional economies." ... Never would he have imagined—Yang Wendong, already a successful entrepreneur, would accidentally travel back to the 1950s. Given a second chance, he would once again rise from nothing, climb to the peak of this era, and build a century-spanning Chinese family empire. Friends, if you want to read chapters in advance, subscribe to my patreon. Read 40 Chapters In Advance: patreon.com/johanssen10

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?

A thousand years of history. One infinite library. No way home. When a modern-day engineer wakes up in the damp, freezing solar of a 12th-century manor, he finds himself trapped in the body of Thomas, a minor noble with a failing reputation and a wife who despises him. He has no magic system, no leveling up, and no celestial guide. All he has is the smartphone in his pocket—invisible to everyone else, perpetually charged, and still connected to the internet of 2026. In a world where a simple infection is a death sentence and the Church’s word is law, Thomas must use the sum of human knowledge to survive. From implementing basic germ theory to discovering hidden silver veins and forging high-carbon steel, he begins a quiet revolution from the mud up.

Lin Haoran was reborn in 1978 Hong Kong, becoming a wealthy young heir. At this time, the glory of the British financial consortiums was beginning to fade, while Chinese capital was rising rapidly like bamboo after the rain, starting to shine on the international stage. Former British-controlled giants like Wharf and Hutchison Whampoa were becoming prime targets pursued by Chinese entrepreneurs. So, with growing strength, Lin Haoran set his sights on the leading British trading firm—Jardine Matheson... 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

Ronx gets taken out of his normal life and is forced to join the dangerous organization called "Undead Crow", Which is an organization that eliminates criminals with powerful abilities. The story is taken place in the Victorian era but still has modern stuff like guns or coffee shops.

I died the same way I lived, quietly, tired, and carrying burdens that were never mine to begin with. All my life, I acted as if each day might be my last. There was no room for dreams, no space for softness. While others believed in happy endings and comforting illusions, I was busy surviving. I used to resent romance novels, their sheltered heroines sighing over trivial inconveniences while standing at the center of a life anyone else would fight for. And then I woke up inside one. Silk sheets, a chandelier above me,a reflection that did not belong to me. I was not myself anymore. I had been reborn into the very novel I once skimmed through on sleepless nights, inside the body of a nobody. The heroine, she has everything. And yet, she treats it like nothing. She turns away from what others treasure. She hesitates where she should be certain. She sighs where she should be grateful. I spent an entire lifetime wishing for a fraction of what she wastes without a second thought. So I made a decision. If she cannot carry this role properly, then I will. I will step where she refuses to stand. I will reach where she withdraws. I will claim what she keeps letting slip through her fingers. I will not apologize for wanting more. I have already lived one life with empty hands. This time, I refuse to fade quietly into the background of someone else’s story. If destiny insists I am only a substitute, then I will become irreplaceable. After all, I was never meant to be the heroine. But this time, I intend to be the only one left standing.

He died pushing a child out of the path of a speeding car. He woke up in the body of a sixteen-year-old boy inside the walls of Troy — seven years before the war that would burn it to the ground. Karim Elnashar was a history lecturer. He knew exactly how this story ended: his brother Hector dies. His brother Paris destroys everything. Troy burns. An entire civilization collapses. He knows the future. He knows the enemy. He knows every mistake that will be made. The question is whether one man — armed with nothing but 2,300 years of human knowledge — can rewrite the ending of the most famous war in history. And whether he even has the right to try. https://discord.gg/a8zZy3pEK

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

Millennium War The world ended once; the rest is just the aftermath. The Millennium War never truly stopped. Nations collapsed and rose again from the ashes, fractured, bitter, and obsessed with power. The air hums with drones, the oceans hide arsenals, and the skies have forgotten peace. From the burning ruins of old alliances, new empires have taken shape, each believing they are the last hope for humanity. In this world of shadowed laboratories and endless frontlines, super soldiers were born: perfect weapons with imperfect hearts. They were meant to end wars. Instead, they became the reason the war could never end. Among them walks Raiden, a fugitive forged by science and scarred by loyalty. Hunted by the governments that made him and haunted by the comrades he lost, he moves through cities that no longer sleep, a living reminder of what humanity sacrificed for control. Around him, unseen forces stir: a secret order of clones bound by disease and design, a dying empire plotting the annihilation of continents, and ghosts of soldiers who never stopped fighting. Each story unfolds across continents and ideologies, threads woven together by a single question: What does it mean to be human in a world that manufactures its own gods? Every life is a battlefield. Every truth, a weapon. And in the silence between gunfire,the Millennium War continues.

The universe did not give me a second chance. It gave me a trade. I was bred to be a sacrifice. I was burned alive by the people I loved most. I came back from the ash to reclaim my life, my title, and a power that should have stayed buried. The betrayal is finished. The divorce is final . I am no longer the girl they can cage. But the cost of my freedom was higher than I imagined. The one ally I trusted has vanished. He left a crumbling empire and a hole in my world I cannot fill. The wards protecting my kingdom are failing. I have eight months to reach the final trial or watch everything I fought for collapse. I have to do it under the shadow of the Crown Prince. Thalion thinks I am a monster. He does not trust my blood, my smiles, or my intentions. He is my mandatory escort because he does not trust anyone else to watch me. He is there to document every slip. He is there to decipher the dangerous secret I am hiding. Eight months with a man who watches me with cold, calculated suspicion. The way he looks at me when the shadows grow long is not just wariness. It is a hunger that threatens to burn us both down. I am playing a new game now. This time, I am the one holding the torch. Regression | Enemies-to-Lovers | Forced Proximity | Slow Burn | Political Intrigue | R18 ________________________________________ Note to Readers: This is the second book of Crown of Ash and Bonds and an entry in The Soulfire Chronicles. This volume is currently ongoing. Because it follows the direct consequences of the first book, you must start the journey with Book 1: The Rise of the Flamebearer. For the full history of the pyre and the betrayal that started it all, the beginning of Seraphina's journey is available now .

The Martin and Jones Adventure Series follows brilliant archaeologist Professor Jones and his courageous assistant Martin as they travel to mysterious and dangerous places across the world. From the glowing secrets of Roktochura Mountain to the haunting whispers of an ancient forest and the terrifying science hidden beneath a graveyard, every journey tests their courage, intelligence, and friendship. Blending thrilling adventure, scientific mysteries, and emotional moments, the series takes readers deep into unknown worlds where every discovery could change history and every shadow may hide a deadly secret waiting to be uncovered.

Born the son of Brandon Stark "The Wild Wolf" and Serena Umber, Brandon's lover whom he married without his father's consent, who would sadly die in childbirth, the new Lord of Winterfell and Warden of North will be faced with many challenges. Will Alaric Stark succumb to the weight of ruling the north, or will he rise higher than even his ancestors since before the last Stark King knelt before the Conqueror? ------------------------------------------ Hey guys, this is my first attempt at an ASOIAF fic and while I have watched the show and read the books it has been a while so please bear with me! This story will feature a mix of elements from both the books and show. As a disclaimer, this story is an AU, there are two branches of House Stark that descend from the twin sons of Artos Stark and there will be no white walkers. Along with web novel, I will be posting this story on AO3 under the same name. I do not own anything pertaining to ASOIAF except for my OCs.