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19th Century Love: Holy Possession (BL)

What will happen if two souls of the same gender intertwine with each other? Would you call it fate or a tragic love story? When Sebastian Leopold Ashbourne, an infamous marshal and the ultimate weapon of the imperial family, with a frigid personality as cold as ice, has led another victory in war, an offering for blessings awaits him at the temple, which he despises to the core. There, he meets the newly appointed priest, Julianne, whose voice is as soothing as the melody of a lullaby. Sebastian feels at ease whenever he is around him, leading him to crave more of his attention, which pulls Julianne deeper into the gentle personality he shows, contrasting with the rumors. "If loving you was a sin, then I'll gladly take God's punishment with open arms..." Sebastian whispers to the air as he affectionately touches the letter with his lips. Will the unconditional love between a devout worshipper of God and a noble soldier blossom in a time and place where loving someone of the same gender is considered an infectious disease? Only time will tell...... Hola! This is the very first series of 19th Century Love: Holy Possession! I hope you all have fun reading! Don't forget to show your support and reach me on my Instagram for any recommendations! Warning: This is a Bl novel, so if you are homophobic then don't bother reading! Thank you! Follow me on insta: @maiii.dearest #bl #boyslove #history #noblexcommoner #priestxnoblesoldier #drama #yaoi #tragedy #uncondionallove #love #romance #coldblooded #lovestory
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The Vampire King's Pet

!MATURE THEMES! After her family is brutally murdered in front of her by the Vampire King, Zyren Blackthorn, for being hunters, Aria is left broken and devastated, desperate for death. Her world is shattered when Zyren, instead of killing her, claims her as his pet, dragging her away from her village into the heart of the central city. As a human slave, she is forced to endure his sadistic desires. Every night, he reminds her of her helplessness, but beneath his cruelty lies an obsession that burns with intensity. Despite her hatred and longing for revenge, Aria’s body betrays her, and she finds herself caught between a dark desire and her desperate need for revenge. Excerpt: Aria’s breath hitched as Zyren’s fingers traced the line of her jaw, his touch colder than ice, yet searing her skin with the promise of more. She should resist, should fight back, but her body betrayed her—shivering, craving the pleasure she knew he could give. “You thought I’d kill you,” Zyren murmured, his voice a dark purr. “But instead, you’ll belong to me. Every part of you will be mine.” Her lips parted to speak, but the words caught in her throat. The memory of her family’s blood staining her hands made her stomach churn as she glared hatefully at him. “Tell me,” he growled, his hands moving lower, pressing against the softness of her skin, “do you still wish to die?” She clenched her fists, tears threatening to spill, but her body trembled under his touch. “I wish for nothing but to be free of you,” she spat, but even as the words left her lips, she felt the hunger in her—a hunger she hated but couldn’t deny as she stared into his red eyes. A need to PRESENT herself to him and have him mount her…body and soul.
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Ruinous Love

**WARNING** CONTAINS SCENES OF EXTREME PHYSICAL VIOLENCE AND SEVERE DISTRESSING PSYCHOLOGICAL TRAUMA● In the shadowed stillness of the room, she stood transfixed amidst the onslaught of memories of a father now gone. Her tears fell not with a cry, but traced a path down her cheeks in a heavy, stifled silence. As his tall shadow loomed upon the threshold, a faint tremor of dread and uncertainty coursed through her. He stepped inside, moving forward slowly, until he stood close before her. For a fleeting moment, her gazed locked with his—those wild eyes said to carry the scent of blood and the weight of a dark, haunted past. But behind that predatory gaze, another truth was beginning to reveal itself. His fingers, trembling with uncertain restraint, reached towards her face; a touch so delicate it seemed impossible that these hands had ever closed around the cold hilt of a sword. He gazed into the girl's light brown eyes but, he was not looking at her; instead, deep within her eyes, he was searching for someone else. Then with his gentle hands, brushed the tears from her cheeks. With a fevered longing, he pulled her against his chest, as if he were chaining her to his very soul; he then buried his face in her hair. With every breath, he drank in the scent of her. The girl, eyes wet and body rooted in place by fear, yet burning like a furnace from sheer embarrassment, heard the rapid thrumming of his heart against her ear—a beat whose rhythm, like the tender words of a mother, offered solace to a broken heart. Her fear dissolved in the face of the man’s pure and evident grief. She lifted her shaking hands, clutched at his clothes, and in that heavy silence, allowed herself to rest in the chill of the embrace of that dangerous man. This is his story—the man whose name was erased from the scrolls of history, yet whose shadow still haunts the veins of time. It is the tale of a lonely man who stood against the world, only to surrender to a heart. A man forgotten by man, but remembered by the scars he left behind.
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