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“These bedchambers have missed your scent.” His voice, low and rough, made her pulse quicken. Her fear surged, boundless, as he closed the stained glass doors behind him. “Please…don't do this,” she pleaded, trembling as he pulled her close, his touch burning against her skin. “You fled this place while carrying my child. Why did you come back?” he murmured, his lips trailing down her neck as they had so many times before. "But you chased me all the way back!" her lips met his crushing her mouth with a forceful kiss burning her up. She groaned trying to free herself but it was a futile attempt. Dragging her to bed as she tried another futile attempt to escape he stripped her with rough yet controlled hands. "You could've casted me out of there. Gotten married to your ex. You had a better choice given," he kissed her collarbone. " But here you are laying beneath me as it was that night. When you were just a clueless innocent virgin." he grinned sarcastically. “I… don’t know,” she managed, her voice barely a whisper still trying to move away from his touch. "It useless to defy me. Now this is the only place left for you." And he reclaimed her with burning passion rendering her attempts to refuse him and escape him futile. ----->>>>> Luciana Mircea de Amanécer, princess of the Holy Empire that ruled the skies, had once lived in a world of beauty and privilege—a devoted father, joyful sisters, wealth, and a loving fiancé. Yet that life shattered with a single conversation. One day, her father appeared in her chambers, eyes solemn, bearing news that upended her world. “You will be married,” he said, but the name wasn’t that of the man she cherished. Instead, she was to be wed to the ruthless crown prince of the rival Demon Empire, an alliance forged to quell the simmering tensions between their kingdoms. “Father, please…” she begged. “My child,” he murmured, his voice heavy with regret. “It is your duty as the firstborn princess. This marriage will protect the realm… and your little sisters.” For the first time in her life, Luciana saw him bow to her, his plea wordless but clear. Yielding to her father’s desperate request, she accepted her fate. In a single day, she went from princess to wife, her dreams abandoned and her future reshaped. But worse yet the man who she was supposed to be wedded was replaced by a more ruthless hound. A more agonizing revelation that he was a slave with empty title in name. The white wedding gown was soon stained crimson, marking her descent into a life she could never have anticipated. Could she learn to accept a man for whom compassion was an unfamiliar luxury, or would the love she had left behind rise to rescue her?

She died while saving a stranger, only to wake up in her favorite novel… as the doomed fiancée of its villain. Diane, a 23-year-old resident doctor, dies while trying to save an old man from a burning building. When she opens her eyes again, she finds herself inside her favorite fantasy novel, reborn as Athea Lyselle, a weak and overlooked healer who is engaged to Lord Dravon Kail, heir to the Duke of Ravenforth. Dravon, who is destined to bring ruin to the kingdom. Armed with medical knowledge and Athea's healing power, an unexpected second chance at life, will Diane accept the tragic ending of this sad story, or will she fight against its tides by rewriting it?

Circe wakes up, in the past, she is not dead but she will be if she does not choose wisely. This time she vows to protect those she loves and those that love her, leaving power to those it's safe with. But.... fate has other plans in mind. Driven into yet another power struggle, this one with more terrifying betrayals, how will she survive... ............ [Tags]#aristicracy#rebirth#transgression#romance#fantasy#beasts#dragons#magic .....

[The Imperial Consort could have been so much more than what we were shown.] --- Genius Neurosurgeon Lǐ Xīnyuàn died while being held at the gunpoint to perform a surgery on a terrorist leader. When he opened his eyes, he had transmigrated into a world similar to a Webnovel he'd been forced to read by a colleague. Now you'd think Lǐ Xīnyuàn had transmigrated into that Webnovel. But did he? No! Instead he'd been transmigrated into that webnovel's spin-off/"what-if" version of the story with nothing but the superficial knowledge of the plot thanks to reading the main novel. Now tasked with the mission of avoiding plotholes, unnecessary dog-blood, death and following the storyline to ensure the male lead's ascension to the throne of Supreme Emperor, he didn't know whether to laugh or cry. And why did no one tell him that his character had to be married into the Male Lead's harem?? What about the Female Lead? Later: Lǐ Xīnyuàn: Why doesn't Your Highness spend the night with Concubine Namgung? ML: Don't want to. Lǐ Xīnyuàn: ... Why? ML: Are you pushing me away? Lǐ Xīnyuàn: QAQ --- Transmigrated (sometimes) Loud Mouthed MC x Indulgent (Enabler) ML, Slightly Pyromaniac Fox Spirit x CEO of unconditional love Dragon Spirit, Morally Questionable DILF Cultivator x Reincarnated Fox Spirit with very low self-esteem. CW: Deaths, PTSD, Blood, Explicit Smut, and so many more. This novel is as much of a journey of healing, self-forgiveness, pain, misery, grief, death, and depression etc, as it is a story of friendship, unconditional love. Self-exploration and dark themes go hand in hand with light ones. It is as much of a waltz as it is a discordant symphony of a past that haunts almost all characters. I hope you will give my cuties a chance. Oh, right, the synopsis may be a wee-bit misleading—quite light-hearted.

The Empress Without a Crown A woman’s heart is her greatest weapon if she knows how to wield it. Lin Ruyi was never meant to be just another woman in the Emperor’s harem. She was meant to stand beside him. Beautiful, intelligent, and untouchable, she once held Zhao Long’s undivided attention until another woman, young and fragile, carried his first heir. The court expects her jealousy. The concubines anticipate her fall. Even the Emperor himself waits for her to break. But Ruyi does not break. Instead, she smiles. She takes Lady Su,the woman who should have been her greatest rival under her wing. She watches as the court destroys itself with whispers and paranoia. And all the while, she plays a deeper, deadlier game. Even Zhao Long, a man who has ruled nations and crushed rebellions, begins to realize that the wife he once thought he understood is now the greatest mystery in his life. Every glance between them is a challenge. Every touch a silent war. Every moment a battle for control. Is Ruyi waiting for revenge? Or has she already captured the Emperor’s heart in ways even he cannot escape? And when she finally moves, will it be to destroy him Or to make him hers forever? A tale of love, power, and the queen who refused to kneel. Because the most dangerous love stories are the ones that should never have existed.

Single love interest Yuri! --- After failing to ascend to the heights of Divinity despite all her preparations, an ancient cultivator finds herself not embracing the emptiness of the void - but the interior warmth of a womb. Reborn into a new life, with her memories intact - she carefully starts over from an infant. - Navigating her new family: [Really easy with only two parents and an estate full of servants!] - How to portray herself: [Everyone likes 'sweet' kids and trusts (underestimates) 'weak' girls! That should be most fun~] - Showing off the power she gathers: [This region is a 'backwater', but who knows what is out there - let's just take it slow~] - Marriage arranged before birth: [Mm... my parents adore me so at an appropriate time I'll just have it cancel- oh?] - Dealing with 'amusing' deceit: [Cute. 'He' looks worried still, but 'he' doesn't have to worry from me!] - Confronting the 'son' in private: [Whatever your family's iffy plan is, I just obtained a husband-wife~] Even in this new life, [Elua er Goltbred] can't and doesn't *want* to change who she really is at the deepest level. A scheming cultivator. A possessive lover. Neither of those things had been a real hindrance to the Peak of Demi-God. Balancing the two traits in this life - without driving away the young 'boy' she decided to support and be supported by when they both came of age - centers as much around helping [Qatrand er Yecine] find herself within who her family has made of her... As it is hoping to ease the dear fiance into how messed up the (ancient) girl honestly is. With her Astralism unchanged despite reincarnation... she can improvise plenty with her ridiculous control of Illusions and more. Which is a good thing - because plans fail and unexpected things happen when you're not *really* a genius just because you know more than others. Unexpected things... like her Physique in this life allowing the lightest 'grip' to crack stone... Despite being a little stunted by her family environment early on, [Qat] finds her future wife to be 'cute' on their first meeting... but she really shouldn't have let on and said it out loud. It made her [El] kind of vain - and kind of want to remain as cute as can be for her future spouse! - - - Oh, and *muscles*. [Elua]: I just like looking at them, okay!? Is it so weird? People can have hobbies... - - - Power System: > Types of Cultivation // Spiritual (Soul), Physical (Body), Essence (Qi) > Aspect Trinity // Astralism, Physique, Element 'Ranks' Initial - Early, Mid, Late Lower Realms // Enchanter, Primalist, Breacher Upper Realms // Defier, Demi-god, Divinity - Echelons (Rank: First -> Seventh[Peak]) - - - Other Tags: #GL #Slice of Life #Comedy #TheStrongActingWeak #ChildhoodSweethearts (It counts!) Potential trigger warnings: > A reincarnator MC that gets a little 'thirsty' a little 'young' but successfully tries to 'keep her own pants on' until the proper age, because she knows it's better for her intended partner that way. > A toxic family environment willing to force an unloved child into the role of a crossdresser. A child that grew more than okay with it. She likes wearing the aesthetics of men's suits! > 'Pretty Good Dad' intentionally *picked on* by his 'sweet daughter', all for being a relatively 'minor obstacle'. Seriously, you were warned, average fathers with teenagers. Do not engage your trauma.

She is the wife completely ignored by him, yet also the woman he most cherishes. Ultimately, she forces her husband to divorce her by taking on the identity of a lover! She steals vital information and, carrying this man's premium seed, successfully makes her getaway! Six years later, father and son have their first online confrontation. The little bean successfully infiltrates the man's system and sighs at her, "Mom, this person is so dumb. Is he really my dad?" Mu Yiliang pats her son's head and says reassuringly, "He was so terribly fooled by me back then, which shows his IQ is very low. Luckily, you inherited mine!" Unbeknownst to them, the man on the other end of the computer has already listened to the conversation between mother and son. He sneers coldly, "Very low IQ? Mu Yiliang, let's see where you're going to run this time!"

PS: FL isn’t a pushover In her previous life, Marissa Austen and her sister, Ashlyn Austen were forced to choose between two men―Derek Thompson. The Grand Duke of Denver. He’s the cold, unfeeling older brother and Carlos Thompson. The bastard son of the Thompsons. He’s the charming, magnetic younger brother. Ashlyn chose Derek, convinced it was her path to luxury. But when she found her husband forever absent and unloving, whispers of his infidelity spread and was eventually thrown out of the duchy, envy consumed her. Meanwhile, Marissa’s husband was rising in power, day by day closing the gap with his brother and finally gaining the title of the Grand Duke. Blinded by jealousy, Ashlyn dragged them both to their deaths. When Marissa opened her eyes, she was back on the day their wedding carriages were arriving at the church’s courtyard. This time, Ashlyn insisted she switch carriage with Marissa. Her intention: To take the younger brother. But she never knew the truth: every of his achievements were because of Marissa, and he was not what he seemed. And Marissa was only too glad to claim the older brother as her own. What does fate have in store for the two sisters?

WARNING!!! -Explicit and Dark Romance- For years after Livana lost her sight, she lived in the gilded cage of her family’s expectations—engaged to the man chosen for her, confined to the shadows while he managed the empire her mother left behind. But blindness didn’t make her powerless. She heard everything. The whispers in the other room. The treachery in her fiancé’s voice. The betrayal woven into every conversation with her cousin, all caught by the devices she secretly planted. She had a plan to escape—one she’d crafted meticulously. Until her sister proposed something far more dangerous. Involve the Blackwells. Their family’s most hated rivals. The ones Livana had been raised to despise. And the man her sister suggested? *Damon Blackwell.* The arrogant bastard who had tormented her since childhood. The same man she’d once—*against her better judgment*—ended up in bed with after being drugged and set up. The idea was reckless. Madness. But the thought of burning her engagement to Knox to the ground, of watching her father and stepmother’s fury as she tied herself to their enemy? Delicious. What she didn’t expect was Damon’s obsession. He was ruthless. Unhinged. Exactly what she should have anticipated from the heir to the Blackwell mafia. But Livana was no damsel. If he thought he could control her, he was wrong. She had her own games to play. And this time, she wouldn’t be the one losing.

She was supposed to marry a man of her choice. Instead, she was sold to the devil. Isabella Romano has lived a sheltered life, her innocence untouched by the mafia empire her father secretly serves. But when a deal goes wrong, she’s forced into the arms of Damian Moretti, the cold, ruthless heir to the most feared mafia family in Italy. To Damian, she is collateral. A pawn in his bloody game. To Isabella, he is a nightmare, dangerous, merciless, and heartbreakingly magnetic. But the more she resists, the more he wants her. And the more he claims her, the more she begins to see the man beneath the monster. In a world of bullets and betrayals, can love bloom… or will innocence burn in the fire of the mafia? One signature changed her life forever. Isabella Romano never thought her wedding day would be a death sentence. Forced to marry Damian Moretti the infamous mafia heir known as “Il Lupo” (the Wolf) she’s thrust into a world of power, violence, and dangerous secrets. Damian doesn’t believe in love. He believes in loyalty, obedience, and control. But his new bride is none of those things. She’s soft where he’s hard, honest where he’s ruthless, and innocent where he’s damned. Every night is a battlefield. Every kiss is a war. And as enemies circle, Isabella must decide: Will she escape the devil… or fall in love with him? “You belong to me now, Isabella. Body, heart, and soul.” Her father sold her. The mafia claimed her. And now, she is trapped as the bride of Damian Moretti, the man known for spilling blood without blinking. She swore she would never love him. But what happens when her heart betrays her? The Mafia’s Innocent Bride is a slow-burn enemies-to-lovers romance filled with obsession, betrayal, danger, and a love so forbidden it could burn the world.

How would a wolf birth a witch and a witch wed the Devil’s Bone? Lucrezia Bathory has lived as an outcast from her pack until married to the rumored Devil’s Incarnate of Dreadwyn. A land built on souls of the dead and the throne of human bones—an ugly creature of the dark with sharp fangs, claws, and a monstrous form—known to eat the flesh of the innocent, and drink the marrow of the wicked. To protect her family and House Bathory, Lucrezia carries the cross as sacrifice to prove her birthright. But who knew the creature wedded wasn't as described in the tome as ‘ugly’ but a Sin destined to lure her astray. A Daydream disguised as a Nightmare, and a Nightmare of many colors. *** EXCERPT “You want to know what I want?” He stepped forward, pinning her gaze deep into his bright hazel eyes, reminding her sanity she just treaded the wrong question. When he drew closer, she stepped back, heart drumming loud that its rhythmic sound replaced the sudden silence sealed with heat, until the back of her legs hit the table behind, taking her weight along its surface. Gods… she was only wearing a silk night gown, and the windows were perfectly closed, hearth warm enough against the cold yet she was burning. “I can’t breathe, Lucreiza,” He pronounced her name like a sinful prayer, and she gulped, her mouth almost hanging from delusion. “I can't breathe because you’re fucking me with your scent. I’m going crazy with every passing second I breathe, and seeing you like this, utterly bare, makes me want to make you beg.” It was so short, but she could feel every power, every restrian, every pleasure, just by words alone. How insane can it drive her, were determined by her reaction. Unknown emotions she has never felt before, emotions that heated and chilled her all at the same time. A gasp escaped her lips when he pressed closer, and her legs parted unconsciously, conceding to his unexpressed demand. Now she was pinned in between the body of a monster. One whom she should fear, but felt… expectation? He leaned in and she stuttered a breath, throwing her head back as his fangs grazed her skin in a manner that’s supposed to make her crawl. Run. But instead, it made her desperate. “You don't know even half of what I want, half of what I need.” At this point, Lucreiza’s mind was a totally mess that nothing else registered apart from what he was doing to her. “I’m not just the monster you should fear, witch. I’m the Devil you should deny,” That was the thing… she couldn’t reject him. Fear him. Stir clear. Run. Nothing else made sense to her apart from the burning flames in her chest, the one she never knew when exactly it transpired. The world seemed to cease when she opened her mouth and uttered the damnation, that even the heavens screamed warning from above. “Y-yes,” she whispered, voice hanging from ecstasy. “M-Make me b-beg,” PS: MATURED CONTENT. #webnovel

"Vincent… can you promise me something?" The words had slipped out of me in a whisper, thin and shaky like they were barely holding themselves together. He had nodded immediately, without a second of hesitation. "Anything." I swallowed, tasting blood and salt. "If something happens to me… promise me you'll find the love of your life. Your true mate. And that you'll love her the way you loved me." "I take my fucking words back." "Vincent…" I had tried again, but he cut me off. "No." His voice had cracked. "Don't you fucking dare ask me that. You think I had a choice in loving you? You think I could just walk away and hand my heart to someone else like it's replaceable?" His chest rose and fell hard. His eyes glistened, but the tears refused to fall. "Ella, my heart belonged to you the moment you breathed my name for the first time. It's yours. You fucking ruined it for anyone else." He leaned closer, gripping the rails of my hospital bed like he needed to anchor himself or he'd break apart. "You tied your soul to mine the second I marked you as mine. And if you think I'd ever let another woman touch what belongs to you, then you didn't know me at all." "Vincent…" My voice had trembled, but he kept going, breath shaking with every word. "But nothing." His jaw clenched so tightly it looked painful. " I would've cut off my own damn hand before I ever wore a ring that made me someone else's husband instead of yours." He lowered his forehead to mine, his breath warm and trembling. "You are going to get better and you will get out of this bed and go home with me." His words felt like he was trying to assure both of us despite knowing that the chances of that happening were barely there but I found myself nodding at his words..._

DISCLAIMER‼️ This novel is a work of fiction. All names, cities, events, and characters are products of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to real people or situations is purely coincidental. Do not copy, paste, or redistribute any part of this story without the author’s permission. Follow IG: @cahyaniputeri95 ●●●●● Dewi thought marrying Topan—the coldest young CEO in all of Florentia—would mean a life full of rules and piercing stares. And she wasn’t wrong. The man is strict, unpredictable, and makes her heart work overtime every single day. But behind his icy attitude and that deep baritone that always sounds angry, Dewi starts noticing things she never expected: small gestures, rushed touches, and quiet protectiveness that slowly turns her world upside down. Just when their marriage begins to warm up, a storm from her family hits hard. A hidden truth about her parents is revealed. Merry is not her father’s biological daughter. Old affairs resurface, and divorce threatens to tear Dewi’s family apart. Before Dewi can breathe, Topan’s past shows up at their door—Marinka, the ex-fiancée who once ruined his life. And then there’s Ryuji, Topan’s older brother… the man from Dewi’s own dark past. The man who left her years ago for a model. Brotherly conflict, the Sagara family’s chaos, anger, miscarriage, and the fear of losing each other slowly eat them alive. Can Dewi and Topan keep holding on… when the world keeps pulling them in opposite directions? ......... “As long as you’re my wife, I’ll protect you. Whatever it is, just be honest with me. I’m here… and I won’t leave.” “Why don’t we just separate?! Why?! Don’t force something that’s already broken from the start!” .........

“You are the least objectionable groom of all the ones I’ve seen,” Anaisa replied seriously. “Thank you for the glowing compliment,” Trace grinned, “but that didn’t quite answer my question.” ___ Anaisa is an orphan and a pariah. In an ultimate act of betrayal, her father, a Count of the Realm, is accused of deserting and betraying the army in a time of war. Not only is he immediately executed for the offense, but the king declares he must have been a fake all along! His two daughters are stripped of their titles and inheritance, replaced by a distant cousin and cast out of their home with nothing. Anaisa swears someday she will get her title and lands back, but in the mean time, she and her sister Katia have to figure out how to survive. Trace is an anomaly among his people; instead of revealing their son as a magic user and thrusting him into the public eye, his parents kept it a secret to allow him to choose the kind of life he wanted. Trace found himself content to rest and play in his own dream world instead of invading the nighttime visions of others. As an adult, his choice to remain unknown is thrown into jeopardy when a mysterious blackmailer forces Trace to enlist in the territorial war between nations, threatening to reveal his secret if the demand is not met. With the war now over, Trace believes he can finally go home to his farm and live the simple, unremarkable life he’s always desired. When Anaisa and Trace are thrown together by a royal edict, the sisters find themselves unwittingly tangled in the web of mystery and intrigue that surrounds the blackmailer’s escalating assignments for Trace. Anaisa begins to suspect it may be connected to the plot to replace her family in the noble court. As the scheme continues to unfold, lives, loves, marriages, and magic will be put to the test to see what forces in the world are strongest. If you enjoy this book, check out my other one, Pushing Back Darkness!

“Please, let me touch you,” his voice breaks, pleading. I laugh, overwhelmed by the irony of the situation. Because the very man who persecuted me so much is now the one reduced to nothing before me. His hair is a mess, eyes baggy with dark circles that note the sleepless nights. Those eyes once only reflected hatred for me, but now they’re begging desperately. “Why won’t you just let me come to you? Why does that bastard have to be near you all he wants but I’m not given any moment to even smell you?!!” His rage is laced with pain, his voice filled with bitterness and evident fear. Fear of losing me. “Why?” I ask. My voice is low, but steady. “Why should I let the man who’s abused me for so long come anywhere near me? Why should I give the man who’s watched his family and everyone humiliate me every moment of my life a chance?” My eyes burn with rage, tears welling up as I think back to the countless torture I had to endure. “Tell me why I should come back to the man who’s questioned my dignity and let another woman take my place!!!” “No, Lei, no,” his voice shakes, quiet as though every word costs him. The sound of his voice is barely audible, like it is drowning in regrets too heavy to undo. He draws near, hands trembling with eyes wide with guilt and regret. “It’s all over now. Sign the divorce papers if you still have a bit of a conscience left inside.” His quivering face turns tight with anger. “Why? So you can run off to those good for nothing goons who leer lustfully at you?!” His voice lowers, but remain steady and stern. “I will never let you go, Lei. Never!” I smile. My defiant eyes alone telling all there is to know. Because for me, there is never going back to him. •••••••• Leiara Rhys, the sole heiress to the Rhys Development, has always faced life head-on with one motto: “If it isn’t death, how bad can it be?” When she’s forced into an arranged marriage with Colson Hayes, heir to a rival company, she braces herself like always, determined to bury the fear, the pain, the grief deep inside. But nothing prepares her for the cold hatred in her husband’s eyes. A hatred rooted in a grudge she doesn’t understand. As Colson quietly vows to ruin her, Leiara becomes a pawn trapped between two powerful families and impossible expectations. Abused and subjected to all sorts of violence by her husband, family and his lover, Leiara’s carefully guarded heart begins to fracture. After all, the human heart isn’t a diamond that cannot break, nor a barrel that cannot overflow. When Leiara discovers that she isn’t the main character in this marriage but merely the mistress, the world she built on pain begins to crack. Forced to coexist with the main character, the true focus of her husband’s affection, she must remain in the background as she always has. But just when she’s ready to stop hoping and let go, something utterly unexpected happens. The very man whose eyes once reflected only her mistakes and imperfections now holds a tenderness and longing she doesn’t know how to trust. A boundless love she cannot seem to fully explore. And for Leiara, the irony of it all is just too cruel, yet too breaking to ignore. But one thing is for sure; she is no longer a puppet to be mistreated as they see fit.

Jasmine is in an arranged marriage with billionaire Keith Acland set up by their parents as a business deal. Their marriage was loveless which is to be expected under such circumstances however Jasmine didn’t mind. She was just focused on being the best socialite’s wife and raising their son to become the heir. However, things take a turn when Keith’s lover from before they married returns with a son claiming Keith to be the father. What follows is a nightmare about whose son should be the successor. Soon the life Jasmine built as Keith’s wife is flipped upside down as his lover takes everything away from her. Her husband, her friends, and her title. Jasmine has to fight for her place in her own house. Throughout all this, the one thing Jasmine is focused on is protecting her son.

Everyone!!!! Everything that touches me becomes ash... Why don't you understand Kabeer???? Shhh!!! Calm my love Let the world burn, Riya... I'll still hold you. Because even if you become fire itself, I'll be the flame that never leaves your side. Riya Mittal, is a woman you can't ignore - 29, stunning, sharp, and unapologetically independent. She's fire wrapped in elegance, a force forged by betrayal and a bruised childhood. Once a dreamer who believed in fairy tales, she now wears her strength like armor, hiding a soft, kind heart that still aches for peace. Kabeer Malhotra - 35, billionaire, composed, and dangerously magnetic. To the world, he's calm as still water - disciplined, charming, and in total control. But beneath that surface brews a storm only a few have ever seen. He's possessive, dark, and carries secrets as deep as the ocean itself. And then he sees her - Riya Mittal. The woman who is all fire. The question isn't whether he can have her... it's whether he can survive her flame without losing himself to it. Riya! For the last time, listen to me-" "What? What, Kabeer?" I snap, my voice breaking between anger and heartbreak. "I saw you - I saw what you were doing with her! God, I'm such an idiot. I thought, let's surprise my husband at work... Tell me, is she good, huh? Tell me, Mr. Malhotra!" "Riya, oh God..." he breathes, frustration and desperation mixing in his tone. Before I can say another word, he takes my face in his hands, his grip firm, his eyes wild. His arm slides around my waist, pulling me against him - and then he kisses me. So hard, so deeply, that for a moment I forget everything - where I am, what I saw, even who I am.

she thought after graduation it’d be boring, like blazers and deadlines and maybe shitty coffee. not… this. not waking up next to someone who could buy a whole city just because he felt like it. fate probably packed its bag, booked a one-way flight, and said “good luck, babe,” because what kind of joke is marrying the man everyone whispers about but no one’s actually seen? he doesn’t talk much. he doesn’t need to. the room bends around him, and somehow she’s the idiot standing there pretending she’s not scared. he’s cold, or that’s what she tells herself, until he’s not. until the smile looks like danger and the touch feels like a threat dressed up as affection. and maybe it’s love. maybe it’s something uglier. maybe it’s both, tangled so tight she can’t tell which is choking her first. either way, there’s no running. not from him. not from what he is. Welcome to Lords of Obsession. Where love doesn't bloom. It bleeds. --- THE HUNTER LORDS OF OBSESSION BOOK ONE

You can support this novel by sending Golden Tickets/powerstones. 【Time Travel + Resources Grabbing+ No Lazing Around + Ambitious Mother-in-law 】 Whisper travels faster than smoke from the communal kitchen, the Zhuang family suddenly begins to rise above their neighbors by mysteriously avoiding every disaster and seizing every golden opportunity. No one knows why. No one, except the younger daughter-in-law, Mei. Because Mei knows the secret that her sharp-tongued, quick-thinking mother-in-law, Madam Zhao, had been reborn. With a lifetime of regrets behind her, Madam Zhao refuses to repeat her mistakes. She’s determined to protect her family from downfall, secure opportunities for her sons, and turn every ration ticket and discarded item into profit. Whether it’s opening a small business under the radar, fishing, hunting, fending off jealous neighbors, or teaching shameless relatives a lesson, she never misses a step. As for the eldest daughter-in-law, the one who only knows how to butter up her own family? Madam Zhao puts her neatly in her place. Watching all this unfold, the clever Mei plays her part perfectly. She flatters, fawns, and acts sweet. “Mother, you’re so capable!” all while secretly riding the wave of her reborn mother-in-law’s luck. Together, they put all the people with bad intentions in their place One has the brains of a lifetime, the other the courage to throw punches when words fail. When troublemakers come knocking, Madam Zhao’s sharp words and Ming Mei's sharp fists leave even the most arrogant neighbors stunned into silence. From petty gossip and workplace politics to side hustles and soaring success, the Zhuang family becomes the talk of the entire Courtyard. Who says the 1970s were dull? When a reborn matriarch and her cunning daughter-in-law team up, even the grayest courtyard will blaze with fireworks. (Keep leaving comments, reviews and sprinkling those virtual nutrients, please~)

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