sweet

When five powerful American heiresses cross the Atlantic in search of titles, England expects beauty, money, and obedience. It receives none of those things. Rowena Vale arrives at Ashbourne Manor with her fortune carefully guarded and her intentions even more so. A strategic alliance with the cold and calculating Duke Alistair Ashbourne promises security for both their families but Rowena did not come to England merely to marry. She came to secure power. Beside her stand four equally formidable young women: Lucienne Fairrow, whose charm masks a dangerous talent for manipulation; Juniper Locke, reckless and thrilling, hiding debts that could destroy her; Elowen Price, quiet and underestimated, who sees more than she reveals; and Aurelia Dane, sharp-minded and politically driven, sent to England with a mission that reaches far beyond romance. But the London Season is no fairytale. Behind chandeliers and silk gloves lurk financial ruin, political conspiracies, secret societies, poisoned alliances, and men who believe power is their birthright. When a scandal erupts within the walls of Ashbourne Manor, whispers turn to accusations and suspicion falls dangerously close to the American girls who were never meant to survive English high society. As friendships strain under ambition and love becomes a weapon rather than a promise, the five heiresses must decide what they are truly willing to sacrifice: their reputations, their loyalties, or their hearts. Because in England, crowns are not given. They are taken. And sometimes, they are burned.

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.

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.

Eleanor is barely surviving—drowning in bills, deadlines, and a life going nowhere. Every night, she dreams of a man called Death, chained to a black throne in an ancient world, with an old diary resting beside him. Every night, she reads the diary. Every morning, she writes it down as fiction. The diary tells a forbidden story—the story of the Queen of Faith, a woman who could write fate itself, and her husband Death, a king prophesied to destroy the earthly gods. The Queen betrays him, writing him into eternal bondage. By chance, Eleanor’s friend—a publisher—comes across the manuscript and persuades her to publish it. The story becomes an overnight obsession. Readers worship it. Fear it. Demand more. But the diary ends. Under crushing pressure to continue the story, Eleanor writes the one ending that she regreted— Death is freed. In that moment, Eleanor is pulled into the ancient world she thought existed only in ink. Now trapped in the underworld, sharing a bridal chamber with the god she unchained, Eleanor must face Death’s growing hatred for women—and uncover the truth behind his betrayal—while desperately searching for a way back to the world she left behind. 3 chapters daily update, Monday-Friday

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

Lee Aenin shares a name and hairstyle with his friend/classmate Xavier Lee. It wasn't something Lee Aenin thought about often as it'd never caused him any issues...at least it hadn't yet. That changes when Kay Blaire-- Lee Aenin's long time crush --plants a kiss on Lee Aenin and mutters Xavier Lee's name. Is this the end of Lee's long standing crush? Or can Lee us this revelation to get closer to Kay? Lee isn't sure, but it's better than giving up...right? Character art on cover from "Little friends maker" picrew by metamict

Warning – 18+ Only This story is full of raw passion, steamy romance, and tantalizing tension. By turning these pages, you confirm you are 18 or older and ready to be seduced by a world of pleasure, desire, and temptation. Read responsibly… welcome to an erotic world. He touched her in ways she didn’t understand but craved. Every movement, every kiss, every whisper made her shiver. His hands slid down her gown and tore off her panties. Spreading her legs as his face went straight to her pussy like he was starving. And goodness, that was just the beginning His tongue hit her like a rocket She screamed like a slut… she never knew she could scream like that. She had never been with anyone like him. She didn’t know what she was doing… but somehow, that didn’t matter. He took control, and she let him. His tongue didn't just lick it devoured her pussy, slowly and deep. Like he was memorizing every part of her body. “Fuck..” She cried her nails dug deep into the leather seat of the car, her legs shaking as he spread them wider shoving his two fingers into her without hesitation. After a brutal breakup that left her questioning her worth, Isabella Hart swore she’d never let another man make her feel small again. Her ex’s final words still echoed in her head... that she couldn’t satisfy him, that she didn’t even know what real pleasure was. So when a night out to forget turns into something wild, reckless, and unforgettable, Izzy doesn’t think... she just feels. One stranger. One night. One taste of what it means to lose control. He was dominant, commanding, intoxicating… and she never even got his name.

In a city where the rain never seems to stop, some memories refuse to fade. Arin Sen has spent years trying to forget the past that once shattered his world. Quiet, distant, and haunted by memories he never speaks about, he lives his life like a stranger among crowds. Mira Das is the opposite. Bright, stubborn, and determined to rebuild her life after a painful childhood, she believes that even the darkest storms eventually pass. Their paths cross on a quiet, rain-soaked night at an almost empty platform. What begins as a simple encounter slowly turns into something deeper—something neither of them expected. But the past has a cruel way of returning. Old secrets begin to surface. Forgotten promises come back to life. And the truth behind a night they both tried to erase threatens to break everything they are building together. As the rain keeps falling over the restless city, Arin and Mira must decide— Are some memories meant to be forgotten? Or are they the very things that lead us back to the people we were always meant to find? In a story of love, loss, and second chances, two broken hearts will discover that sometimes the rain doesn't wash memories away. Sometimes, it brings them back.

“Your pussy is weeping for me, Amara... It’s making a mess of my rug. Be a good girl and let me lick you clean before I stretch you open.” “I… I didn’t mean to... aakkkhhh..." Darien’s hand snakes under her skirt, his fingers finding her center, already soaked and swollen for him. He circles the sensitive heat of her clit with a cruel, possessive smirk tugging at his lips as she whimpers. “You don’t call me 'Sir' when you’re this wet for me. Say my name.” His free hand lunged for her, his large palm engulfing her breast through her blouse. He squeezed it with a brutal, possessive strength, his thumb and forefinger finding her nipple and rolling it with agonizing pressure until she was sobbing his name. "God, yes... I'm a mess because of you, Darien!" she gasped, arching her back until her breasts pressed against his suit. “I’m so fucking wet I’m soaking your hand. Now stop teasing me and give me what this bond is screaming for.” He leans in, his golden eyes glowing with a beast's hunger, his voice dropping to a vibration against her ear. “See? Your walls are twitching for me, aren't they? They’re hungry for my cock.” He pulls his hand back, his fingers dripping with her sweet juices. His gaze never leaves hers as he brings them to his mouth, his tongue swiping across his skin with a slow, agonizingly sensual lick. “Sweet,” he growls, tasting her surrender. “And I’m going to devour every last drop of you.” *** Amara Hayes thought she was just another cleaning lady at Ispire Inc., until one awkward, clumsy night completely flipped her life upside down. It was supposed to be just another boring shift. Clean the office. Mop the floors. Avoid the insanely hot, terrifyingly gorgeous boss. Instead, she tripped, fell… and accidentally kissed him. She figured she’d be getting a termination letter, not a pair of horns, scales, and wings?! Her “strict but ridiculously hot” boss, Darien Dravik? Turns out he’s not just some kind of billionaire. He’s a beastmen from dragon race, and apparently, she’s his mate. Now, Amara’s stuck in a bond with a guy who growls when other men look at her and calls her “mine” like it’s his favorite hobby. Darien might be one of the most powerful and wanted men in the city, but under that expensive suit, there’s a dragon who’s totally lost control around her. And if she tries to walk away? Well… it could cost her a lot more than just her job. It could cost her life. In a world where peace between humans and beastmen is a fragile illusion, their bond could set everything on fire. But Darien? He swears he’ll protect her, even if it means burning the whole world down.

“You incompetent god! I should’ve been the Alpha with big di*k, not some pitiful Omega!” — Cherion’s death was… not heroic. Winning the lottery only to die of a heart attack five minutes later was the definition of cosmic irony. But fate wasn’t done laughing at him yet. He woke up inside a tragic omegaverse novel he once read, right in the body of the pitiful omega doomed to be rejected, humiliated, and die alone. Still, he thought, “Fine. I’ll just avoid the main plot.” Except the main plot avoided him. But the script suddenly changed! Instead of being cast aside, Cherion was married off to Zarius, the empire’s greatest war hero… and the man destined to become the villain everyone feared. A cursed Alpha, praised as a savior but fated to die by the Crown Prince’s hand. Married to the future villain? Doomed. Married to a cursed Alpha? Double doomed. No, no doomed at all! He had a plan. A brilliant, flawless, absolutely desperate plan… but still a plan! “I said I’ll help you break your curse. In exchange, you let me go. Do we have a deal or not? Or are you too insecure to trust an Omega?” “Careful, little Omega. That sharp tongue of yours is daring me to test how it tastes.”

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.” ------

In her past life, he ruined her. In this one, he won’t let her go. In her past life, Princess Katerina was promised to Prince Maximilian, the man she loved… until he betrayed her and destroyed her name beyond repair. When duty demanded it, she married King Dorian to save her people. It was a marriage born of sacrifice, not desire. But Maximilian never let her go. Even after ascending the throne of a rival kingdom, he pursued her relentlessly... not as a lover, but as a hunter. An enemy king. A shadow that followed her across borders and battlefields. A war she could never escape. Because of him, she lost everything. Her name. Her achievements. And the most unforgivable loss of all... her children. She died without ever understanding why he destroyed her… or why he never stopped. Reincarnated into the modern world as Catherine Preston, she wants only one thing: a quiet life. She has wealth, a powerful family that adores her, and a brilliant mind meant for research, not war. This time, she believes merit will protect her. This time, she believes the world is fairer. She is wrong. Traitors circle her once more—stealing her work, erasing her name, cornering her with smiles and contracts. And just as she stands on the edge of ruin… he appears again. Not as her enemy. Not as a king. But as her savior. “Marry me,” Maximilian Whitmore says calmly. “I’ll give you everything you dream of.” Catherine refuses. She will not trust the man who destroyed her once already. But fate has other plans. A curse. A bond. A shackle she cannot break. The only way to ease the curse… is intimacy with the man she despised. Bound once more to the enemy king of her past life, Catherine must face a terrifying question: Does Maximilian truly not remember what he did… or is he hiding the truth behind those unreadable eyes? And when King Dorian returns in this life, offering her peace and safety… Two men. Two pasts. One woman who remembers everything. In a world where names mean power and love is a battlefield, was Maximilian her greatest enemy… or the truth she was never meant to uncover? A reincarnation romance of obsession, betrayal, fate-bound love, and painful second chances. #A heart-throbbing reincarnation romance filled with obsession, power, betrayal, and fate-bound love. #Enemies to lovers. Soul shackles. Overbearing kings. Painful second chances. #Slowburn romance. Update will be once a day and there will be bonus chapters if we reach milestones. Hope you'll join me in this journey.

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.

After falling asleep from exhaustion, Tian wakes up in a strange world where a divine being calls him “Your Highness.” According to Kirin, Tian is the reincarnation of a fallen prince and the only person capable of defeating Wuxian, the God of Death, who has plunged the world into chaos. Armed with a sealed sword that only he can wield, Tian begins a dangerous journey to collect eight ancient crystals needed to awaken the weapon’s true power. Across corrupted lands filled with ghouls, twisted beasts, and enemies lurking in every city, Tian travels with loyal companions while Kirin guides him through a destiny he never asked for. As he journeys on , Tian finds himself slowly drawn to the divine being who summoned him...the mysterious Kirin who protects him, teases him, and never leaves his side. But the closer Tian gets to the God of Death, the more fragments of his past life begin to surface. The truth behind the fallen prince, the rise of the God of Death, and the war that destroyed an entire dynasty may not be what Tian was told. And when the lost memories finally return, Tian may discover that the fate of this world is far more complicated than simply killing a god.

“You thought death finished me. But death only taught me how to strike.” Born into House Vernhardt, a family of elemental prodigies, Verona Vernhardt was the only one without power. Her father disowned her, her siblings tormented her, and she lived all her life believing she was worthless. When her sister died, Verona was sent to marry Duke Elric Aldenar, the beast-blooded noble everyone feared. Their marriage was nothing but silence and duty for her. She thought he despised her until rebellion tore their world apart and she realized too late that Elric had loved her all along. When she was framed for treason and executed by her own family, she thought her story had ended. But death was not the end because when she opened her eyes again, she found herself a year before it all began and this time, reborn with the powers of all elements. This time, Verona will save those who deserve it, destroy those who betrayed her, and destroy the chains of blood and prejudice. Because the forgotten heiress has returned and she’s striking back.

In her previous life, Han Ruochen was tricked into marriage and was forcibly made the wife of the foolish brother of her husband. She failed to escape, and her legs were broken by her cousin, Han Ziyan, who not only stole her husband but her destiny. She thought that after giving birth to a son and a daughter for the fool, she would be allowed to leave, but unfortunately, fate had other plans. She was killed by her foolish husband, who beat her up until she died, and her entire family was razed by Han Ziyan, whom they had kindly adopted. Han Ruochen hated Han Ziyan to the point that she couldn’t even close her eyes even when she died. However, when she opened her eyes, she was reborn in the nineties, before she lost everything. Armed with the knowledge of her previous life, Han Ruochen started to guard against Han Ziyan and her mother, Meng Yunhan, for she knew that Han Ziyan wasn’t her cousin but her mother’s illegitimate child! And the two of them were determined to snatch her father’s fortune and ruin her siblings to fill the pit made by Han Ziyan’s biological father. But by a stroke of luck, Han Ruochen gained a ‘Golden Finger’. Not only did her strength increase by leaps and bounds, but the sea also became her golden fishing ground. She left on an empty boat and returned with tonnes of expensive seafood. That wasn’t all. With the money and strength, she straightened her siblings and made them walk on the righteous path, where they started to respect the elders and care for the young. Thefts? Corruption? What was that? Come here and let your sister straighten you up with her fishing rod!

"I will pay you five million dollars to pretend to be my wife for exactly one year, and you will not receive a single penny more." "You could offer me fifty million dollars, and I would still rather clean the floors at the diner than spend twelve months pretending to tolerate your miserable personality." Freya Summers works double shifts as a waitress to pay off the massive financial debt left behind by her deceased parents. She values her independence and deeply despises the arrogant wealthy elite who bankrupted her family. Mason Kingsley requires an immediate wife to inherit his family’s corporate empire and prevent his ambitious cousin from taking control of the business. The billionaire does not want a partner, but his father issues a strict ultimatum and forces him to marry the stubborn waitress who serves his morning coffee. Mason views Freya as an opportunist who manipulated his father for a massive payout. Freya views Mason as a controlling man who uses his vast wealth to dictate the lives of everyone around him. They sign a strict legal document with clear boundaries to survive the arrangement. They must pretend to be in love in front of the public while remaining entirely separate inside his private estate. However, living in the same house soon reveals the truth behind their mutual assumptions about one another. The wealthy heir and the struggling waitress must decide if their developing attraction is worth breaking the strict rules they swore to uphold.

Ananya was once a simple girl with a golden voice and big dreams. From singing at small neighborhood weddings to performing on grand stages, her journey from poverty to fame was built on hard work, sacrifice, and the unwavering support of her brother and mentor. Over the years, she becomes a celebrated singer, admired across television and social media. But destiny has other plans waiting in the hills of Mussoorie. Shivam, a successful doctor, carries a shattered heart. Five years ago, his fiancée Jyoti left him at the wedding altar, publicly rejecting him without explanation. The humiliation broke him. What he didn’t know then was that Jyoti was dying of cancer and chose to break his heart to save him from a lifetime of pain. She confessed her love with her final breath — but by then, it was too late. Since her death, Shivam has been living in the shadows of his past, unable to move on. When he hears Ananya’s voice echoing through the mountains, it feels like a miracle. Her voice, her face, even her presence reminds him of Jyoti. For the first time in years, hope flickers in his eyes. But Ananya is not Jyoti. She has her own dreams, her own identity, and her own struggles. As their paths cross through misunderstandings, danger, heartbreak, and hidden truths, one question remains — Can a broken heart learn to love again? Can Ananya heal a man who is still living in yesterday? And what happens when destiny brings two wounded souls together? This is a story of love, sacrifice, healing, and second chances — where music becomes the bridge between pain and hope.

Luellen Piper works as an intern for a CEO to whom she owes a debt. Ten years ago, he paid for her heart surgery. This year, she wants to settle the bill. However, the interest has compounded. Wait, System, what do you mean, it’s not money? What starts as a joke has become Luellen’s reality. Becoming Mrs Wentworth is no easy matter. No worries, though. She has the Hearts System to back her up. Life-saving tokens? State-of-the-art items? Miracles? Curses? The Hearts System has it all! Luellen just needs to gather Hearts for everything! Similarities with any people or events are coincidental. Age Gap romance.

In 1963 a little mermaid meets a human boy and falls head over fins for him. Now she's all grown up and they meet again, only this time she can find him on land. But she has to be careful or she could end up like a fish on a hook. Based on the 1984 movie Splash, only told from the mermaid's point of view.