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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_ · 171.1k Views

Morgan Le Fay

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.
BOOKBRINGER · 234.2k Views

The Minister: Cold by Day, Hot by Night

Zhi Wan is an orphan living under someone else's roof, always cautious and meticulous, until she fell into the water one day and gained the ability to share dreams with others. She thought she would never meet the man from her dreams in her entire life, so in the dreams, she did all sorts of outrageous things. Until one day, she saw the Jade Pendant at his waist and finally realized that the man who did all those outrageous things with her in the dreams was none other than this powerful official, known for being aloof from women, cold, and ascetic. Startled, Zhi Wan decided to flee. But before she could even board the ship, she was surrounded by that powerful official and his soldiers. "I have received a secret report that Miss Zhi is connected to a recent major case. Please come back with me to assist in the investigation!" The man from her dreams, now dressed in his official uniform, was speaking in a serious, bureaucratic tone. Zhi Wan: "..." Confined to the ship's cabin under the pretext of assisting an investigation, Zhi Wan finally couldn't bear it anymore and decided to expose the man's hypocritical facade. "What a show of official authority. You weren't like this in the dreams!" The man loosened the collar of his official uniform, cornering the young lady against the wall, "Oh? And what am I like in your dreams?" Zhi Wan: "..." "Be good. The things we didn't finish in the dream, let's continue them now!" the man coaxed in a hoarse voice. (1v1, Double Clean)
Chu Yue · 804.8k Views

The Duke's Pampered Darling is So Scheming

Ye Chutang, the heir of an Ancient Medical Family, toiled her entire life, only to die unexpectedly just as she was about to take over. Reborn into a new life, all she wants is to be a salted fish and laze her life away. Who knew she would start with a critical blow: her parents and eldest brother were assassinated, leaving her and three children behind. Her third brother was gravely injured, her fourth brother was in a coma, and there was a nursing baby crying out for food. She weighed the cold corn bun in her hand and looked up at the sky in despair; one person dragging along three, this hand of cards was so bad it would be better to start over. The Little Milk Group tugged on her pant leg. "Hungry." Ye Chutang: "..." Get up and get to work! Ye Chutang's plan was perfect: raise the children, then retire to live out her days. But as it turned out, a certain man would not let her have her way. "Second Miss Ye, you've delayed me for so many years. You ought to give me an explanation." Ye Chutang: "6." You were the one who lingered at my door and refused to leave back then, and now it has become my fault? The Ye Family became extraordinary: The Ye Family's third son is the dynasty's top scholar, the Ye Family's fourth son is renowned in the Northwest for his great military achievements, and the Ye Family's Fifth Miss has a business empire that spans the world, her wealth rivaling a nation's. Only Second Miss Ye of the Ye Family, busy raising her younger siblings, had unknowingly grown older, her marriage prospects becoming a worry. Until one day, the all-powerful Duke Dingbei, Shen Yanchuan, arrived with a ten-li-long bridal procession to marry her. Ye Chutang was silent for a long time. "This time, you're in charge of the kids."
Zhan Xiye · 579.1k Views