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NO SMUT. JUST KISSING. I was murdered by the two people I loved most—my fiance and my stepsister. Sickly, weak, and foolishly kind, I couldn’t even fight back. As I lay dying, I remembered all the novels I used to read—stories where villainesses lived fiercely, beautifully, without regret. I wished I could be like them. Then a voice echoed in the darkness. "Congratulations, host. You’ve been chosen for the Villainess System." Now, I’ve been reborn in a new world—strong, powerful, and feared. This time, I won’t be the victim. I’ll be the villainess… and I’ll decide how this story ends.

To the world, Princess Ilaria of Caelwyn is a bride of duty. To her heart, she is a woman desperately chasing the love of the husband who will not look her way. All she ever wanted was for him to care; for him to turn his gaze toward her with the same fervor she carried in her heart. No matter how many times he pushed her away, no matter how cold the silence between them became, she never gave up. Not once did she allow herself to see him as someone unworthy of her love. To her, he was always worth it. And when love at last took root, when it bloomed against every storm that tried to tear them apart; when two hearts finally found each other and dared to beat as one… fate, as cruel and merciless as it is, reminded them that there were forces even love could never conquer. --EXCERPT-- Levan pressed his lips to her temple, his lips trembling as though the kiss itself might shatter him. One hand cradled her face with the kind of gentleness he had never shown anyone, while the other threaded weakly through her hair, trying futilely to soothe the sobs wracking his wife's body. His breath break unevenly, his eyes were shut tight, as if by closing them he could pretend this moment would never come. As if the world might let them stay this way forever. As if the reality of it all could be discarded just so that they could live however they wanted. He let his mouth fall against her cheek and linger there, tasting the salt of her tears as though they were his own. He did not move for a long while… because if this sorrow was the final piece of her he was allowed to carry, he wanted to etch it into his very soul. He wanted to remember the way she shook in his arms. He wanted to remember the sound of her muffled cries. He wanted to remember the warmth of her skin pressed so desperately against him. He wanted to remember her as his wife; his beloved. "Live, my love," he whispered, his voice raw and breaking, the words choking out of him like a prayer he could barely force past his throat. He buried his face against her hair so she would not see the tears spilling freely down his cheeks. "Even if it's far from me… live." --×-- >> Tags: [soft comfort • fluff • VERY slow-paced • angst • sweet • romance • slow burn • comedy • fantasy] >> Here if you like SLOW BURN angsty romance. >> Main conflict starts wayyy later. >> Word count per chapter: 1.5k ~ 2.3k

Yeri was once a succubus, a powerful and irresistible seductress who fed on desire. Now reborn as a stunning young woman in the modern world, she must navigate the confusing collision of her human innocence and her demonic memories. One night, fate leads her into the path of Shin Keir, a dangerously magnetic and notorious CEO known for getting everything he wants—except peace. Their accidental encounter sparks an intense, uncontrollable passion, and a single night together changes everything. *** Excerpt: The dream had returned. Same eerie forest. Same surreal woman in the crimson dress. But this time, the setting had changed slightly. She now stood at the edge of a cliff made of jagged, glowing red rocks that resembled oversized rubies. Scarlet butterflies floated around her like living embers. A thick fog blanketed the area like some forbidden realm between worlds. She turned to him, her smile soft, sweet—and somehow tragic. She was heartbreakingly beautiful, ethereal yet forlorn, like a love story written in fading ink. Shin had tried to call out, but the wind swallowed his voice. As he stepped forward, the woman mouthed something. He couldn't hear her. Then, in a horrifying instant, her body tilted, and she plummeted off the cliff. The despair that followed wasn't just a feeling—it was a full-body, soul-tearing scream that never made it past his throat. Without hesitation, Shin leapt after her. He awoke convulsing, drenched in cold sweat. His eyes gleamed with a strange madness, a devil struggling behind the polished CEO exterior. *** Disclaimer- Places and characters are all works of fiction.

In an apartment shrouded in darkness, Rose is on the verge of making an irreversible decision when a mysterious letter appears at her door. It’s from Mica—her forgotten love—reminding her of a promise they once shared beneath an endless blue sky. Rose embarks on a desperate search for a person whose face she cannot even remember...

Follow the story of Tianlian Liu Shu, a tree who didn't know anything at first and struggles to survive and extend her roots through the cosmos. The World she lives in is filled with fantastic sights and strange new cultures, and there is something everybody in this World has: A system. Moreover, even while she is a tree, she has people who will fawn over her...? "Tiantian, does the Sun feel good on your leaves today?" "Liu Liu, I've found this delicious compost made of natural extract~." "Tian'er, does the wind feel good on your branches?" Tianlian Liu Shu, a female tree, didn't really know what to do with these fawning women. patreon.com/Mortrexo Uploading also on Scribblehub. Uploading also on Wattpad. Uploading also on Archive Of Our Own. Uploading also on Royal Road. Uploading on Fenrirealm Discord-> https://discord.gg/NJN2GcgRwb Novel Cover: patreon.com/posts/ascension-of-97475506

Aanya is plotting revenge in a seventeen-step plan she's been refining since her rebirth. She does not have time for a cheerful, talkative monk who asks her every morning if she'd like to do breathing exercises and means it completely sincerely. Tenzin has never met anyone like Aanya. In the monastery, people were either peaceful or working toward peace. Aanya is working toward catastrophic. He is equal parts terrified of her and inexplicably, helplessly fond of her — a feeling he keeps trying to categorise as "compassion for a suffering soul" and which is becoming increasingly unconvincing. Together they are an absolute disaster. And somehow, amid the revenge plots, the fainting spells, the prayer-bead-clutching, the Jaipur socialite drama, the suspicious family secrets, and Tenzin accidentally befriending every single member of Aanya's household staff — they are also, slowly, irrevocably, becoming each other's home. To read ahead visit my blogger page "Notes from the Floor". Anshi_xoxo 2024. All rights reserved.

(Smart Manipulative FL × Dangerous Villain ML) Beatrice has never experienced what it's like to be truly wanted and desired, believing she'd have to settle into some boring marriage and grow old in the most ordinary way. Yet one night, one gala changed everything. She catches the eyes of two men. One is the heir to the conglomerate families dominating Western economics. The other is the patriarch of the richest Swiss banking dynasty. Both are rivals — personally and professionally. Theodore clears his intentions on their very first bus ride. He doesn't hide, he doesn't manipulate. But Beatrice can't trust him, knowing he must be trying to use her to get information about the man she works for. Yet he remains persistent and adamant — and what first started as part of a plan, Theodore finds himself falling in love, something he swore he never would. On the other hand, Adrien is like the sweetest venom stuck in her throat. He is cold and ruthless but carries scars on his soul that only she is allowed to see. He doesn't know how to do anything halfway, and since day one, he wanted her — wanted to possess her, own her, worship her. But the misunderstanding between them is strong, and the difference in social status is inevitable. Once peaceful and boring, Beatrice's life suddenly becomes a whirlwind of passion, possession, power, hunger, betrayal, ache, and need. Love that breaks her into too many pieces, yet she keeps reaching for it. She finds herself in the web of history of five great families, each one hiding worse secrets than the last. Not a Cinderella story where she gets saved. Not a Cinderella where Prince Charming comes on a white horse. They bleed, they break, they plead, they yearn. And eventually — The story ends.

“I, Alpha Silas William Laufey III, reject you, Marietta Halls, as my mate in the presence of the moon goddess!” played like a recording in her mind. The loathing in Silasʼ's voice made her wonder where she went wrong. ******* Betrayed by the one destined to be her Mate, Marietta is lost and on the verge of death, wolf Monica sacrifices herself temporarily to give Marietta a second chance. Marietta returns but she is different. She is cold, calculating and ruthless but above all she is filled with spite and vengeance. Her Thirst for revenge sends her spiralling to the hands of another who is like her. Her journey of discovery and hatred leads her to find another mate, one that is given to her by the Moon Goddess as a second chance.

When Essel Esuma goes to work for billionaire Andoh Michael as his housekeeper, all she thought she would be doing was managing the affairs of the house but as they begin to get closer and closer sparks fly, can they overlook the secrets of their past and find a future together?

Seraphina was the "Aegis of the Nine Heavens"—a War-Saintess who spent three centuries painting the stars red to build an empire for the man she loved, the Divine Emperor Lucian. She was his sword, his strategist, and his lover. But on the eve of his ultimate ascension, Lucian didn't offer her a throne; he offered her a sacrificial altar. He extracted her Origin Heart to fuel his immortality and cast her mangled soul into the Abyss of Eternal Night, replacing her with a "purer," more submissive consort. But the Abyss couldn't hold a woman who had conquered galaxies. Seraphina awakens in the mortal realm, inhabiting the body of Lyra, the "discarded trash" concubine of a minor tyrant King. Lyra was a woman bullied to death by servants and forgotten by her husband. Now, Seraphina possesses this frail, bruised vessel—along with the [Primal Seduction & Sovereignty System]. The System is sharp-tongued, sarcastic, and strictly enforces one rule: Total Subjugation. To regain her godhood and tear Lucian from his throne, Seraphina must conquer the "40 Pillars of Fate"—the most powerful men across the realms. From cold-blooded kings to forbidden immortals and demonic overlords, she must make them her "Vassals" through beauty, wit, and the spicy arts of the bedchamber. She is no longer a Saintess. She is the Ruin of Men. And she’s coming for everything.

[18+ | Mature Content | Dark Romance] After her father’s business empire vanished in a single night of fire and blood, Lyra Belrose went from the city’s most eligible heiress to its most desperate debtor. With a ten-million-dollar price tag on her head and enemies closing in, she has only one move left. She breaks into the high-security penthouse of the most dangerous man in the elite circles—Silas Vane, the man they call the King of Sin. But Silas doesn’t want her arrested. He doesn’t want her apologies. He wants the one thing money can't buy: her total, unyielding submission. He proposes a deal that sounds like a lifeline but feels like a leash. "Ninety days, Lyra. You play the devoted wife to the world, and you follow every command I give behind closed doors. At the end of it, the ten million is gone." The last thing she wanted was to sell her soul to a monster. But for Lyra, the devil’s contract is the only way to survive. Sell your body to the King of Sin for three months. How hard can that be? Excerpt: "How many, Lyra?" I gasped, my fingers digging into the edge of the mahogany desk as the low vibration hummed inside me, relentless and cruel. "I... I don't know..." I said, letting out a moan of irresistible pleasure. "Count," Silas growled, his voice a dark warning against my ear. I could feel the heat of him behind me, the silver remote in his hand a silent reminder of his absolute control. "Three!" I shrieked as he dialed the intensity higher. "Wrong." My knees buckled, but he caught my waist, his large, calloused hand pinning me flush against him. "You missed the first two pulses while you were busy trying to defy me. Now, we start over. And this time, if you lose count, I won't just use the remote." I tried to turn my head, but his grip tightened on my hair, forcing me to look at our reflection in the floor-to-ceiling glass. "Move again," he whispered, his lips grazing my burning ear, "and you'll find out exactly why they call this a sinful debt." ~★~ A/N: This book is a work of fiction intended for adult audiences. All characters, locations, and scenarios are products of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to real-life events or persons is entirely coincidental. Disclaimer: This story contains mature themes, high-tension power dynamics, and explicit content. Please read responsibly. All rights reserved.

Moving to Seoul was supposed to be a fresh start for Chojoyce. A new city, a position as an English teacher, and a chance to finally prove she could survive on her own. She expected a challenge, but she didn’t expect Ji-hoon. ​To the rest of the faculty, he is a permanent fixture of silence in the back of the classroom. A "lazy" student with failing grades and no future. To Chojoyce, he is a mystery she is determined to solve. But the quiet boy who can’t pass a simple vocabulary test is a carefully crafted lie. ​One late night in a neon-lit alleyway changes everything. Far from the polished hallways of the Academy, Chojoyce sees the leather jacket, the bruised knuckles, and the predatory edge in Ji-hoon's eyes that he never shows in the light of day. He isn’t just a student who needs help; he is a rebel who plays by his own lethal rules. ​When the head of the school tasks her with one job—coach him or he’s out, the stakes turn personal. Chojoyce is supposed to be the teacher, but as their private lessons spiral into a high-stakes game of secrets and sacrifice, she realizes she is the one learning a lesson she never signed up for. ​In a city built on reputation, some secrets are better left unread.

I never liked him. At least, that’s what I told myself in the beginning. He was just another classmate—someone I barely paid attention to, someone who didn’t matter. But somewhere between shared classrooms, quiet glances, and moments I didn’t think twice about… something changed. I started noticing him. Not all at once. Not in a way that made sense. Just little things. Little moments. Thirty-six of them, to be exact. What I thought was nothing slowly became something I couldn’t ignore. And yet, even as my feelings grew, so did my doubts. Mixed signals, unanswered questions, and the fear of being wrong kept me stuck between denial and realization. Only a few people knew. Or at least, they weren’t supposed to. Because some feelings are easier to hide… until they aren’t. And by the time I finally understood what I felt, I also realized something else— Not every story is meant to be returned. Not every almost becomes something real. This is the story of how I fell for someone I was never meant to have… …and how, even after thirty-six moments, I’m still not sure what any of it meant.

“Do not expect a husband, Woman. I have no room in my chest for a heart– only the King’s law.” I flinched, my eyes filling with fresh tears at the cruelty of his words. "My Lord, I only-" “Be silent,” he spat, not even looking at me. "You are no wife. Only a burden I must now carry across the kingdom.” He gripped my upper arm with a painful force, his strength bruising and indifferent, as he dragged me toward the towering, battle-scarred warhorse. “If you have any dignity left in you, stay downwind and out of my sight. Looking at you is a chore I no longer wish to endure."

Three years ago, Zara Adeyemi made a choice she thought would save her future—she walked away from the man she loved and chose financial security over uncertain dreams. Ethan Cole had nothing but ambition back then. No wealth. No power. Just promises she couldn’t afford to believe in. So she left him in the rain… and never looked back. Until now. Because the man she once rejected is no longer the same. Ethan Cole is now one of the most powerful billionaires in the country—cold, controlled, and completely out of reach. And somehow… he’s her new boss. Desperate to save her family from financial ruin, Zara is forced to accept the one thing she never expected— A contract marriage with the man she betrayed. Two years. No love. No emotions. Just business. But nothing about Ethan feels like business anymore. Not the way his eyes linger too long. Not the way his silence feels heavier than words. Not the way the past refuses to stay buried. Because behind the rules, the distance, and the cold revenge… There is something far more dangerous still alive between them. Something unfinished. Something neither of them can control. Zara thought she left him behind. But now she’s trapped in a marriage where every moment feels like punishment… and every touch feels like a mistake. And the most terrifying part? The man she once broke might still be the only one who can break her again. So when love, revenge, and hidden truths collide— Will this marriage destroy them… Or give them the second chance they were never supposed to have?

I’m an omega who is a top. I’ve never felt the need to be submissive— The idea of bending myself to take it never felt right. So I stayed alone, because every alpha wanted to soften me, quiet me, turn me into someone who isn’t me, to force me to submit and turn into a bottom. Then my father started dying, and I was bound to an enigma I didn’t ask for but couldn’t ignore. Sebastian doesn’t try to own me. He stands beside me. And somewhere between him and a masked (male) witch who sees right through every wall I built between myself and them, my life begins to unravel—and remake itself. “Please,” he says quietly, “let me help you get through your heat.” I meet his eyes and shake my head. “You can’t. You're an Enigma.” I say. “ And I’m a top.” ------

As soon as Luo Yan graduated, he immediately got an offer from a prestigious gaming company. He thought all his hard work finally paid off. And he would finally reach the pinnacle of life. But then, on his first day of work, a potted plant fell on his head and he died. Surprisingly, when he thought he would cross the Yellow River, he suddenly woke up and found himself in the body of a 17 year old boy. This body had the same name as him but completely different background. Because the original was the second young master of the Luo family - one of the most powerful family in S City. Luo Yan almost cried. God probably took pity on him and decided to give him a loving family with a wealthy background. He didn't have to work hard anymore. Studying like his life depended on it and pretending to be a holy father just to cater to people. So Luo Yan decided to be a salted fish and just shamelessly sell meng. A certain male god who always bought Luo Yan's meng: Yan Yan is so cute! Why is Yan Yan so cute?? Cold faced on the outside, a cinnamon roll on the inside Gong X Super beautiful, black-belly Shou.

A food science student from New York is suddenly transported to the refined world of the Song Dynasty, where she awakens as a lowly palace maid. There, she meets eight-year-old Zhao Xu—a lonely boy destined to become emperor, yet fated to die young. Through years of quiet companionship, hidden meals, and handwritten notes, she watches him grow from a fragile child into a burdened ruler. She teaches him simple joys from another time—card games, strange songs of Christmas whispered beneath a Song Dynasty moon—and feeds him warmth, one bowl of congee at a time. In return, he writes to her, his words maturing from childish scrawls into a promise: “Wait for me. I will make you my empress.” In a palace bound by power and fate, theirs is a love shaped not by grand gestures, but by growing up together—and by the quiet, enduring act of cooking for someone until it becomes everything.

“Here. The damn washroom.” He muttered under his breath. I frowned as I looked up at him. He was staring at me blankly, a scowl perfectly plastered across his face. His grayish-blue eyes burned with a fierce fire, much like Nat’s. A few loose strands of hair fell over his face, softening little to nothing about him. He was really handsome—too handsome. Like a Greek god molded by the gods themselves. They had no right to make him look this unfairly perfect. I felt my cheeks heating up at the thought but snapped out of it when I saw the look he was giving me. Weird Riley.