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In a world where vampires coexist with humans, a young girl named Layla, haunted by a traumatic past, makes a desperate decision: she offers to serve the influential vampire, Vaughn, in exchange for the protection of her beloved aunt. But as their complicated relationship unfolds, Layla finds herself caught in a forbidden love triangle between two vampire brothers, Vaughn and Draven, who both vie for her heart.

Trapped in a loveless marriage to a ruthless Alpha, Livia’s life is nothing but silence, scars, and shattered hope. To her husband, she is a decoration—useful for reputation, disposable in private. When betrayal strikes from the one person she trusted, Livia is pushed to the edge of despair. Then she meets Aldus—the feared Lycan King of the Blood Moon Pack. Cold, powerful, and burdened by a past drenched in blood, Aldus has sworn never to love again. Yet in Livia’s broken gaze, he finds something he thought he had lost forever: home. As war brews between packs and secrets crawl out from the shadows, Livia must choose between the life that is slowly killing her and the love that could save her. In a world ruled by claws and crowns, can a wounded Luna and a cursed Lycan King defy fate—and find healing in each other’s embrace?

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.

Celvian was born into House Solmar of the Sun Clan, destined for divine glory. Instead, the Moon Goddess marked him - a blessing that became a curse in a world where her power is considered worthless. Stripped of everything he once was, Cel must survive in a world threatened by rift-creatures, where only Chosen Ones blessed by Gods stand between humanity and extinction. The Moon Goddess chose him for reasons beyond understanding. Whether that choice will forge him into a savior or twist him into something far more dangerous depends on how much of himself he is willing to give up.

Yao Zhi died in regret due to exhaustion and transmigrated into an unrecorded kingdom in history. Waking up to find herself in a body weighing more than 200 jin, she was in despair. As she was ready to curse Heaven, she found herself bound with a system. With an auction system on hand, she embarked on the journey of pampering her rough husband and building her business. -------- Cover art by Zackbill ( @bila_art24 on X )

One minute, I was shivering in my cheap uniform as a broke 25-year-old security guard in Seoul, wondering how I'd make rent. The next, a freak accident dragged me backward through time into the freezing, unforgiving slums of the Joseon Dynasty. I was starving, alone, and staring death in the face when I found it—a mysterious, dusty pot tucked away in a dark cave. The catch? It duplicates anything I put inside, no matter the size, weight, or value... except money. Now, I don't have a corporate bank account or family connections anymore, but I do have this pot, and I have my 21st-century brain. From doubling a single handful of rice to feed myself, to figuring out how to flip goods for real leverage, I'm done being at the bottom of the food chain. I'm going to build a business empire from nothing and become the richest merchant Joseon has ever seen. But this world is ruled by greed, and the nobles don't take kindly to a nobody stepping on their toes. Between corrupt officials, rival merchants eyeing my success, and the looming threat of war, the road ahead isn't easy. I'm starting with nothing but my wits and a magic pot. It's time to rewrite my fate. But in a world ruled by greed, corruption, and power, survival won’t come easy. Rival merchants, ruthless officials, and looming war stand in his way. Armed with his wits and his pot, Seo-joon will rewrite his fate.

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.

“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.

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. ​Elian Morel was a ghost—until his father's execution dragged him into the light. Now a servant to Duke Lucien Valemont, the realm's most ruthless noble, Elian has one goal: Revenge. ​The Duke is cold, untouchable, and betrothed to a princess. Elian should hate him. He does. But when their bare hands finally meet, the air shatters. ​Lucien is hiding a monstrous secret. And so is Elian. ​As a royal wedding looms and treason whispers through the court, a forbidden desire ignites between master and servant. The Duke needs Elian's soul; Elian wants the Duke's blood. ​But in a kingdom built on lies, the truth is only a touch away. And when Elian's eyes turn crimson, no one—not even the King—is safe.

Heaven does not make mistakes. But once, it did. Xuan Yin Wuming died a death that did not belong to him. The celestial balance faltered, and to correct its error, Heaven granted him another life. Then another. Then another. Four lives. Not as a hero. Not as a savior. As an anomaly. With each resurrection, Yin Wuming does not seek revenge. He studies. He studies fear - how it governs men better than laws. He studies loyalty - how it fractures under pressure. He studies identity - how a name can be reshaped into a weapon. While others cultivate power through qi and martial arts, he cultivates something far more dangerous: Control. In every life, he builds networks. In every life, he plants seeds. In every life, he dies on purpose - only after securing leverage for the next. He does not defy Heaven. He prepares for it. If destiny is a chessboard, then Heaven is merely another player. And Yin Wuming has already calculated its next move.

Eloise’s hand trembled as Damien closed the distance between them. “You know too much,” he said, his voice low yet threatening. “Then give me reason to keep your secret,” Eloise replied, her chin lifting with defiance. She had nothing to lose now with her father gone. Damien’s gaze softened, just enough to keep her confidence alive. “Be mine, Eloise. Only then will both our futures remain intact,” he accepted the proposal. *** Upon her bedridden father’s request, Eloise Wilkins travels to town to stay with her uncle’s family for the season. Whilst Elosie enjoys her stay, she is unaware of her uncle’s plans to steal the money her father has set aside for her to inherit after his death. One fateful night at a ball brings a shocking revelation about her father’s death, and the culprit behind it is someone she least expected. Before her uncle seals her fate, Eloise stumbles into a childhood friend whom she proposes to using a secret he needs to remain hidden to force him accept her offer. With the help of her new husband, could Eloise expose the truth behind her father’s death? … After a reunion with his childhood love, Damien Hawthorne does the unexpected and gets married to the ever-so-cheerful Eloise Wilkins. Damien uses his power to help Eloise expose her family’s deeds and reclaim what belongs to her. Given a second chance with Eloise, Damien doesn’t intend to let her slip between his fingers again.

Sold into slavery and trapped in the brutal underworld of London, Livia Valenti is placed on the auction block to be sold to the highest bidder. She makes a desperate choice—to place her fate in the hands of the man who caught her stealing. She does not know his name. She does not know his power. She does not know that he is the king. King Henry rules a great kingdom but nothing has unsettled him quite like the pretty, witty thief he met in a crowded market. A mystery. A temptation he cannot ignore. As their worlds collide in secrecy and desire, Livia is pulled from chains into a life far more dangerous than she could have imagined, far more dangerous than slavery itself. One truth defines their love; A king can have any woman but he cannot marry a slave. From the author who brought you: 1. Undressed by the mafia God 2. Undressed by his arrogance 3. The Vampire's Luna

The Order of Swords By Justin_Kragten In a world where peace among humans and mythical races seems eternal, darkness quietly stirs beneath the surface. The year is 1238, and while kingdoms flourish and alliances strengthen, ancient forces long thought forgotten are awakening. Achlys, a boy marked by a strange, unexplainable sigil on his face, has always felt like an outsider. When a hidden truth shatters the fragile harmony of his world, he is thrust into a destiny larger than himself — a destiny that could either preserve the light or plunge the world into endless shadow. As Achlys journeys through forgotten lands, clashes with secret orders, and unlocks powers he never knew he possessed, he learns that not all battles are fought with swords alone — and that sometimes, the greatest enemies lie within. Filled with epic battles, magical mysteries, daring friendships, and unexpected romance, The Order of Swords is a sweeping fantasy adventure about fate, freedom, and the thin line between light and darkness. Editor- Aoi_skye discord: https://discord.gg/G2RAu43Xaz If you would love to support me! https://buymeacoffee.com/clinomania

“In an age where knowledge cuts deeper than knives, Victoria is about to learn far more than is safe for any soul to bear.” Victoria and Robert were torn from the gentle dullness of their ordinary century and cast into a realm governed by proto-concepts—those ancient, unblinking truths from which life, death, and divinity themselves are carved. Proclaimed “Heroes” by a world too desperate to question its own choices, they were commanded to rise in strength, confront a Demon Lord, and deliver salvation to a land that had never been theirs. Robert donned the mantle with the fervour of a man stepping into destiny. Victoria… hesitated. And in that hesitation, something old—older than scripture, older than light—turned its gaze toward her. She felt its attention like a draft through a locked room. In a moment poised between terror and terrible understanding, she accepted its offer: a contract sealed in silence, a year of her life exchanged for a thing that should never have been permitted to exist. Not in this world. Not in any. She did not yet grasp that, in straying from the Hero’s ordained path, she had not merely shifted her fate— she had begun to unwrite the very scaffolding of her humanity. Now Victoria walks like a phantom through a world that has marched on without her— one year behind the celebrated Hero, yet burdened with an insight so sharp it threatens to cut her free from mortality itself. She can now trespass upon knowledge forbidden to scholars, sorcerers, or even those who stand at the pinnacle of human mastery. She commits the kind of acts whispered only of beings who have stepped beyond the human threshold… and never returned. And in a world built on primordial, immovable truths, one truth endures: Knowledge is power. But power, when mishandled, becomes a curse that devours its bearer— quietly, inevitably, like rot beneath embroidered silk.

The Price of Becoming Montclair Born without power, she was married for it. In a world where bloodlines define destiny, Elara survives not through strength, but through silence and wit. On her wedding day, she loses her name and becomes a Montclair—bound to Kael Montclair, the cold and calculating heir of the most feared noble house. This marriage is not built on love. He offers protection, not affection. She offers obedience, but never submission. Behind her quiet demeanor lies a sharp mind that observes, remembers, and endures. As political games unfold within the Montclair estate, Elara begins to move—slowly, carefully—turning survival into strategy. When two emotionally guarded souls share the same name, the boundary between control and care begins to fracture. In a society ruled by status and power, can a woman without a name rewrite her fate—and find love beyond it?

Stella, a teenage student,is curious and passionate about sciences. On a bad day for her, she meets a girl who offers the opportunity to join a secret expedition to another continent. Due to her situation, Stella accepts the offer. But upon arrival, it quickly becomes clear that she got involved in something much more complicated than expected.

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.

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

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.

The kingdom of Eruasert was annihilated in an instant by a light that fell from the sky. Nakid, a young farmer, lost everything — including his adoptive mother, Leslie. He awakens in the Death Realm, reborn as a skeleton, and discovers a brutal world ruled by strength alone. At its peak reigns a cruel sovereign who promises a single way out: climb to the top and claim the vials capable of restoring the dead to life. But hope is short-lived. After his adoptive mother is executed once again in this new world, Nakid is left with nothing to lose. Rescued by a mysterious archer, he is dragged into a chaotic realm where survival is merely a means to an end — to bring his mother back from the dead, no matter the cost.