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To Make Him Fall...or not

“I gave you my soul in my last life. In this one, I’ll settle for your crown.” ~ In my first life, I was the devoted Queen. I waited two months for my husband, King Lauren, to return from the front lines—only for him to walk through the palace gates with a beautiful young maiden by his side and a decree in his hand: ‘She would be the new Queen’. And because of that evil beauty he brought to our kingdom, I died a discarded "nobody," executed for a crime I didn't commit. But death didn't take me. It sent me back. I woke up on the morning of his return. The crowds are cheering, the flowers are blooming, and my husband is about to humiliate me in front of the entire kingdom. But he doesn't know I've changed. He doesn't know I've returned with a special skill that makes me the most dangerous woman in the room. Before he can introduce his "New Queen," I hand him the one thing no one in this kingdom has ever dared to ask for: Divorce papers. In our land, a Queen asking for divorce is an abomination punishable by stoning. But Lauren thinks I’m bluffing. He looks me in the eye, tears my petition to shreds, and growls, “You are my wife. I will never stamp those papers.” He thinks he is keeping me trapped. He doesn't realize he has trapped himself in a palace with a woman who knows every one of his secrets—and is prepared to burn his kingdom to the ground just to see him sign his name. My goal is simple; I will make him fall... not in love, but to his knees. Since he spent my first life making me cry. I’ll spend my second making him bleed.
FaeyVor5651 · 16.7k Views

Supreme Viking System

Supreme Viking System is a brutal power-fantasy reborn at the dawn of legend. One moment, Anders Skjold is a modern man with a sharp engineer’s mind. The next, he awakens as a newborn in a smoke-filled Viking longhouse—surrounded by iron, fire, and gods who should not yet exist. Before panic can take hold, a cold blue interface ignites before his eyes. The Supreme Viking System has chosen a host. Forged by Odin himself to create the perfect warrior for Valhalla, the System grants levels, stats, skills, and quests—but it does not care about mercy. Daily trials harden the body. Weekly challenges test loyalty and leadership. Saga-level quests reshape history. And every choice carries consequences written in blood and rune. Armed with knowledge centuries ahead of his time, Anders begins to rise—not as a lone berserker, but as a king. Villages become fortresses. Clans become armies. Trade routes, war doctrines, and forgotten technologies bend the Viking Age in terrifying new directions. The gods watch closely… and some are not pleased. Loki has already played his trick. Thor sees a challenger. Freyja sees potential—and desire. As war, conquest, politics, and passion intertwine, Anders builds a kingdom powerful enough to shake Asgard itself. Allies gather. Rivals fall. Bonds form with fierce shield-maidens, noble warriors, and dangerous women touched by fate—each drawn to the rising legend he is becoming. This is not a story of survival. It is a story of dominion. Reincarnation. A ruthless system. Norse gods and divine schemes. Kingdom building on the edge of myth. Power, loyalty, ambition—and desire. Valhalla was never meant to be earned like this.
Gene_Johnson_9742 · 166 Views

Ghost in the palace

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.
Ashima_Mahajan_ · 63.4k Views

ISEKAI: The presence

His name was Nathaniel Emberworth Wyndham, a simple nineteen-year-old with unruly dark hair that often fell over his deep, shadowed eyes. Of average height and quiet demeanor, he moved unnoticed through the bustling streets of the city he reluctantly called home—a world too loud for someone who preferred silence. But one day, everything changed. Nathaniel found himself in another world—Infipousdefinity Despous Ta-Neter Mundus—a place of endless mysteries, strange beings, and creatures unlike anything known to man. **The reason i created this novel** Sometimes, we find ourselves in new places—new environments, new cultures, surrounded by new people. And in those unfamiliar worlds, some will take advantage of your ignorance. They will trick you, deceive you, or try to manipulate you for their own gain. In such an environment, where there’s no one to rely on but yourself, you must observe carefully and stay cautious. Don’t give your trust easily. Learn to survive and live on your own without depending too much on others. We dream new dreams. We grow cautious because of people. We crave things like status and wealth, knowing how hard life can be without them. We miss the ones we used to laugh with, miss our families—even just a little. We feel the distance, the separation, and fear we might not overcome the challenges ahead. As our surroundings change, we experience new things. Some people abandon us, while others change on their own—maturing, evolving. Yet even as we grow, we remain the same person behind that mature facade. We stumble and cry, we feel pain and keep it buried inside. But in time, we learn to fight back, realizing that pain fades once we learn to shield and defend ourselves.
1st_unknownauthor · 13.7k Views