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For nine hundred years, Blue believed there was one thing vampires could never have. A mate. He had watched werewolves find theirs. He had watched people fall in love, build families, and grow old together. He had everything a vampire could want—power, immortality, immunity to the sun, wealth, a family that would kill for him. Everything except the one person who was supposed to be his. Then he found Mason Carter. A quiet boy who had spent years believing he was unwanted, unlovable, and somehow wrong for simply being himself. Blue should have stayed away. Instead, he watched from the shadows. He protected Mason when no one else did. He waited when every instinct told him to step forward. And when Mason finally reached eighteen, Blue could no longer pretend that the bond between them was something he could ignore. But Mason isn't simply the impossible mate Blue spent nine centuries searching for. There is something inside him. Something ancient. Something powerful. And once the supernatural world discovers what Mason truly is, vampires, werewolves, elves, demons—and beings far older than any of them—will have their eyes on him. Blue has spent nine hundred years searching for his mate. Now that he's finally found him… He'll have to decide how far he's willing to go to keep him. Because loving Mason may be dangerous. But losing him? That's not an option.

The world of Hentai is a Dangerous Place, Especially if Your Best Friend is a Hentai Protagonist and You Are a Trap (MC is a Heroine) (Male-To-Female)

"What are you thinking about?" "I'm thinking about a guy." Jun Mo stopped in the middle of a deep kiss and sighed. His lips began to form a smile, but his fierce glare said otherwise. Possessiveness and jealousy spread across his sculpted face. "Will you tell me his name?" His easygoing and languid voice reached her ears. "Why?" "So that I can kill him."

"Block him." "He's technically still my boss." "Then block him with dignity." The call ended again. And then started again. I let out a sound somewhere between a growl and a sob, then finally answered with the enthusiasm of a snail crawling through salt. "Yes, Mr. Walton?" "Have you changed your mind yet?" I collapsed onto the towel and gazed at the sky as though it might consume me entirely if I pleaded sweetly enough. "Do you ever take a break?" I asked, shielding my eyes with one hand. "You're avoiding the question." "Because it's a dumb question." He exhaled, the sound sharp and irritated even over phone. "It's not a dumb question. It's a business offer." "It's a weird offer-one that I already said no to." There was a brief pause, and I could practically hear him clenching his jaw through the speaker. "You are acting unreasonably." " Unreasonable?" I sat up. "I'm not the one drafting fake girlfriend contracts like it's a normal Tuesday." "Isabella-" "Certainly not, Mr. Walton." I mimicked his tone perfectly. "I told you I'm not doing it. You need to find someone else to play pretend with." SYNOPSIS Isabella Miller thought saying no to her boss’s fake dating offer was the end of the story. But Adrien Walton doesn’t take no—especially not when he’s convinced she’s a gold digger. Suddenly, her student loans are piling up, her father’s vet clinic is on the brink of eviction and her brother is about to be kicked out of college. Coincidence? She thinks not. Adrien Walton is calm, calculating—and he's just pulled every string to corner Isabella into the perfect position. Now she’s stuck choosing between pride and survival. So she agrees to his offer: be his fake girlfriend. No feelings attached. No drama. Just business. Or so she thought. "Conference Room B. Fifteen minutes," he said, passing by without a glance. The folder he pushed across the table landed with a thud. I opened it. The contract. All of it. --- Enemies to lovers? Check. Slow burn? Hmmnyea. Banter so sharp it might file your nails? Yes. Delicious workplace tension? Of course. Tension that could melt steel?Absolutely. Smut?? Wanna find out? Welcome to corporate romance warfare. There’s no escaping this contract.

I woke up as an extra in a famous novel. Before I could even panic, a system window appeared. [Mission: Confess to Myles Cortez.] [Favorability: -10] [Time Remaining: 30 minutes] [Penalty: Death] Myles Cortez, the final villain of the story. Apparently, if I want to live, I have to seduce him. Easy, right? ... Wrong. "You think you can back out now?" His fingers tightened behind my head, eyes dark. "Blake, you confessed to me every day with that smile." ...I may have seduced him a little too well.

"She's stabilizing. Who marked her?" the healer asks. "I did," both Dexmon and Finnick answer. Serena Frostborne is dying between two Alphas. One is the Dragon Prince: her fated mate across multiple lifetimes. Their wolves are true mates. His dragon claimed her, too. The whole eternal package. Easy choice, right? No. The other is the youngest King in Skardos. A man who lost everything and sure as hell didn’t expect a second chance. Oh, and he was her fated mate in a past life too. Born a princess. Sold as a slave. Crowned a queen. Now royally screwed because her wolf calls both mate. One feels like home. The other feels like the one she lost. Neither is willing to step aside. Both want to murder the competition. Unfortunately, war doesn’t care about their dick-measuring contest. Together they have a shot. Alone, their kingdoms fall. Team up or burn. Two kings. One queen. Checkmate.

Xiao Shou transmigrates into a cultivation world and discovers he is only a minor supporting character destined to be used and discarded in the main plot. To survive, he awakens a special ability called Absolute Fusion, which lets him combine items to upgrade them into higher-level treasures. Avoiding the dangerous main storyline involving the heroine and a transmigrator, he quietly cultivates in a hidden location. By fusing spirit stones, pills, techniques, and rare treasures, he grows stronger at an incredible speed. As powerful cultivators and fate itself begin to close in, Xiao Shou refuses to become cannon fodder. He will use his fusion ability to rise step by step and change his destined ending, becoming strong enough to control his own fate.

Zairainah Millis was working student who was abused mentally by her co-workers transmigrated in the novel and became the hated villainess, Navia Devineris. Navia Devineris.... A villainess in the story... Destined to die at the end of the story... And betrayed by someone she love...

Alright, so imagine this: Your soul gets yeeted across the multiverse and you’re basically doomed to be the universe’s favorite punching bag. In every world, you’re the one who gets cheated on, betrayed, left for dead, or just generally treated like trash by some trashy male lead. Sounds like a major L, right? Well, enter Qiao Zhi—the ultimate girlfriend who said, “Not on my watch, destiny, you funky little troll.” See, her one true love, Gu Yangjin (affectionately known as Gu’er), had her soul shattered into a billion pieces and scattered across who-knows-how-many worlds. And in every single one of these worlds? Gu’er is living her worst life. I’m talking getting cuckolded, being the tragic villainess who gets played, or just straight-up being the side character who gets offed before chapter five. The universe really said, “Let’s give this girl every imaginable villain origin story.” But Qiao Zhi? Oh, she’s not having it. She’s basically the OP MC with main character energy so strong it breaks the fourth wall—and the system’s sanity. She jumps into each world like, “Ayo, which pathetic scumbag thinks he’s gonna mess with my woman today?” and then proceeds to absolutely demolish the plot. Entertainment world? She’ll become Gu’er’s ultimate simp and manager, exposing the male lead’s lies on live TV. ABO universe? She’s the Alpha who’s like, “Sorry, that S-tier Male Lead can step aside—this Omega is mine.” Cultivation realm? She’ll break the heavens just to make sure her wife isn’t forced into some toxic dual cultivation contract. Superpowers? Magic? Interstellar?? Honey, she’s there. And she is not subtle. And the best part? Every version of Gu’er is different. Sometimes she’s soft and needs protecting; other times she’s the grumpy villainess who doesn’t trust anyone (until Qiao Zhi melts that icy heart, ofc). And Qiao Zhi? She’s the definition of down bad. She’s usually the one wearing the pants (or the armor, or the space suit), but let’s be real—she’s such a simp for her wife that she’ll totally let Gu’er take charge when the mood strikes. Ahem. As she saves Gu’er again and again, she’s also collecting pieces of her soul. It’s like the world’s most dramatic and romantic scavenger hunt. But why was Gu’er’s soul shattered? Who even is Qiao Zhi, really? Why does she have so much power? Girl, we don’t know! The mystery is part of the fun! So if you’re into stories where one woman says “screw the script” and goes full superhero girlfriend mode across infinite dimensions, with plenty of fluff, teasing, and “oh wow they’re so gay” moments… buckle up. This is about to be your next hyperfixation. >It’s 1 V 1. The heroine, Gu Yangjin’s soul has been scattered into countless worlds and Our MC, Qiao Zhi, with her mysterious background and powers will transmigrate into those countless worlds and change the forced will of the destiny cast upon her Gu’er and let her live a happy life. (Of course, with her only.) >There is no fixed Top or Bottom between the two of them but Qiao Zhi is definitely the dominant type but she loves her wife too much and sometimes lets herself get dominated by her, hehehe…. >My Original Book, Read and Enjoy!

"Oh... Daddy..." I moaned in loss, while he monitored my body's reaction with terrifying focus. He leaned his head toward my ear and whispered with a voice full of promise: "Do you think you're finished, Julie? Tonight, I'm going to make you scream my name until your voice loses the ability to come out... I'm going to teach you what it means to belong to me." His fingers moved inside me with devilish skill; he inserted two fingers together deep into my pussy, opening them and moving them with a delicious cruelty, while his thumb ground my clit in fast, frantic circular motions. "Daddy... I'm going to squirt again... please!" I screamed in a daze, feeling the fourth ecstasy exploding from the depths of my womb and crawling toward my limbs like a wildfire. Robert didn't ease the pressure; instead, he increased the speed of his fingers inside me until the fourth shudder hit me like a hurricane. My body stiffened completely, my back arching until I almost broke, and I let out a long, resounding scream as I began to squirt my fluids profusely like never before. My fluids were gushing out, drenching his hand and the marble of the vanity, while his fingers were still inside me, increasing the violence of the ecstasy and making it last even longer. I was panting like a madwoman, my eyes clouded and seeing nothing, while Robert watched my collapse with a cold, triumphant smile. He didn't withdraw his fingers immediately; instead, he let me shudder as I reached my peak. Then, he leaned toward me and whispered in my ear in a husky voice: "Four times, Julie... and your body is still begging for more from Daddy, isn't it?" ___________________ I'm Julie Michael I went with my father to a luxurious restaurant in New York, but I never left with him.My father sold me to a mafia king who owns a VIP club that rents out girls only to politicians and celebrities. On a lower floor of a world that doesn’t exist on any map, The girls are imprisoned in royal suites, prepared solely to please the clients, with no hope of escape. I was sold to Robert Cross, a billionaire who buys people for the joy of breaking them.But I refuse to break under his hands. In Robert Cross’s world, everything has a price tag. I was his most expensive purchase, and I intend to be his most dangerous mistake. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ - "You bought my body, but you will not buy my submission," Julie spat. Robert leaned in, his voice a dark hiss: "Commodities don't need to like their masters, Julie... It’s enough that I took a liking to you and bought you, sweetheart." ______________ Adult content only Dark Romance Twisted

Love. Hate. Revenge. Before she was the High Alpha's daughter, Maya was an orphan named Penelope—and Marcus Keenan was the boy who gave her his locket and promised to marry her... until she was torn from him. Taken by High Alpha Vilhelm, everyone, including Marcus, was told she died. Years later, Marcus returns from the recent war a hero—now Alpha Keenan—with power, lands, and the right to choose any woman as his mate. He takes Maya—the same girl who made his life miserable before he left. He doesn't recognize her as Penelope with the locket long gone. To him, she is cruel, two-faced, and an expert at manipulation. What he doesn't know is that Maya's cruelty was forced, a mask she wore to both protect him and survive. Now trapped in a marriage born of revenge, she must decide. Stay silent and play the part, or reveal who she truly is…before it’s too late. —— Excerpt “This marriage is fake,” Maya said. She should be happy but why did it hurt so much? “Fake?” Keenan frowned and closed the gap between them. He wrapped a palm around her neck, and Maya gasped but no sound left her throat. “Is this another ploy to escape me?” “Isn’t it fake?” Maya whispered, holding his hand, trying to ease his grip. It was getting hard to breathe. Her voice betrayed her, too hopeful even to her own ears. He stared with such hatred, yet a part of her didn’t want it to be fake. Keenan threw his head back and laughed, yet his grip on her neck never wavered. “Woman, surely this must be a joke. You think I would orchestrate a fake marriage with you?” He leaned closer, eyes locked on hers. “You undermine my hatred. I want you bound to me forever. I want you to hate every moment of your life and I will be right here to make sure of it. You can never escape me.” Keenan released her neck. She dropped to the floor, rubbing her throat as she finally drew a full breath. “Fake marriage? Don’t be ridiculous. Even your father couldn’t get you away from me.”

Ariel Atoms was born to a loving family. However, due to circumstances, she was forced to be in an underworld organisation; working as a top-class assassin. Over the past 20 years, she has killed millions of innocent and guilty people; good and bad; male and female. Her hands — no matter how many times she washed them — are still stained with blood of those she killed. Only death surrounds her and they identify her as “Cold Blood”. She was the most wanted criminal throughout the world and yet, her heart felt empty. She was not living. She was not happy. She was merely following orders from the higher-ups. If she could, she would restart her life. She never wanted to be a murderer. She wanted to live happily and have a family of her own; a home to go back to. The day came when she decided to stop killing. She got tired. The only way out was to kill herself. She was never afraid of death. She killed herself where no one would ever find her corpse. When she came to, she woke up as another person; a weak young man. This person was not weak physically but mentally. He was abused mentally and she just happened to possess this man’s body. She was no longer Ariel Atoms, the top-class assassin everyone feared. He was now Ajax Rodney, the weak rodent whom everyone bullied and made fun of. That was about to change and this was his story.

Lìngxiāo is the same boy Chóng Fēi believed he had killed indirectly by exposing him. Since the time Lìngxiāo was Eighteen, he has carried a strange condition that never lets him show pain or anger. As an independent exorcist with no controlling clan above him, he roams the land with three burning aims: to save the common people from darkness, to clear his own name—from his own father's murder—and to unravel the mystery behind the man who raised him before disappearing right after he learned to stand on his own. Was his father killed? Or was there something deeper than that? Who was that bloodless "uncle" who used to teach him what is distraction and what is destination? Were those teasing words—"A wave of pleasure"—something more than what he took too long to understand? Soon, his destiny took an unexpected turn. His hometown Yún Xi calls him back—not as who he used to be, but as a professional exorcist. A town haunted by a Red Robe Ghost, where no exorcist who answered the call has ever survived. When Lìngxiāo arrives, a silent surprise awaits him. The ghost is one groom or something else? why isn't his calculation matching? who hunts the heir this much? That heir is Chóng Fēi. He has spent more then seven years carrying the weight of a death he believes he caused—the death of Xiǎo Lìng, the boy who once protected him from his father's cruelty. He has spent years trapped between his father's control and the skull mummy who haunts his every step. Now, Chóng Fēi finds himself drawn to the mysterious, perpetually smiling exorcist. Something about Lìngxiāo feels familiar. Something about him makes Chóng Fēi want to trust—and want to run. He doesn't know that the man he's falling for is the same boy he's been mourning. During the investigation—through a ballad of needles and fear, all for the sake of keeping the heir alive—Chóng Fēi's one-sided longing grows into deep love. It becomes his reason to walk slower. To share belongings. To share his trauma. And Lìngxiāo, who has been searching for answers about his father and his uncle, begins to realize that the demonic energy haunting Yún Xi isn't just around him. It's around Chóng Fēi too. The ghosts are not the villains. They are victims of someone else—a mastermind who has been watching, waiting, pulling the strings. And there is more than one. The unknown one seems to be above the other. Can someone who roots for power and legacy move for the songbird whose nature is flying around, searching for his origin? And who even bothered enough to raise a hopeless boy without purpose—only to leave just when he had started to fly high and wanted to hear that simple "Do not worry, boy"? Let's find out on the surface of tears and smiles—which is not even the start or the end, but the middle of something far more complicated but ends into someone else's epic. It's slow burn and contains intimate scenes after chapter 100. Dark themes included but handled with care. (My babies are THE MEN this world requires so yeah, I believe you would fall in love with them!) Bonus book: For The Four Arms, One Soul [a book inspired by Chóng Fēi's shelf! say thanks to him for being such a story bug!] Status: mostly on hiatus since October 2026 to the next 6 months. Extremely sorry for my sudden emergency. Might upload twice a week if possible. You don't have to worry. This book is not dropped. Feel free to love and support!

"So naive, Melanie. So stupid." Those were the last words I heard before a bullet ended my life. Betrayed by my best friend and murdered by the man she loved, I thought the darkness of death was final. Instead, I woke up inside a web novel. Not as the beloved heroine. Not even as a lucky side character. I opened my eyes as **Seraphina Helene Valemont**—the spoiled, doomed villainess destined to be brutally executed for treason by her own husband, the notoriously cold and terrifying Duke Draven Everfrost. Armed with complete knowledge of the original plot, my survival strategy was simple: 1. Avoid making fatal mistakes. 2. Avoid the high-society enemies. 3. Above all else, **AVOID THE DUKE.** Except, the story refuses to follow the script. The monstrous Duke who was supposed to despise me is suddenly dragging me out of blood wars, tossing me swords to fight my own battles, and lazily controlling my limbs with dark magic just to mock my executioners. The events I memorized by heart are fracturing. Deeply buried political secrets are clawing their way to the surface, and the future I relied on changes with every passing sunrise. As deadly conspiracies threaten the empire and old legends refuse to stay buried, I am caught between a fate I desperately need to escape… and a demon masquerading as a man whom I was never supposed to trust. But the deeper I dig into the dark history of the North, the more terrifying one question becomes: *What if the most dangerous thing in this story was never the villainess?* Because some monsters are not born. Some monsters choose to chain themselves. And some names should have remained forgotten. **[MISSION UPDATE: SURVIVE.]** **[WARNING: ORIGINAL STORYLINE HAS DEVIATED.]** **[WARNING: UNKNOWN ENTITY DETECTED.]** **[CURRENT RISK LEVEL: CRITICAL.]** --- **~Author's Note:~** *First time writing a long, serialized story! Thank you so much for your patience, support, and love while I learn, improve, and build this world!* **THE READER'S PACT ** * **35 FREE CHAPTERS.** 0 excuses. Jump straight into the chaos! * **Kindly add this book to your Library** and Draven will personally protect you from Stephen's schemes. * Refuse... and Malaki wins. The choice is yours. ** THE VOTE REWARDS ** * **Power Stones** = Extra bonus chapters unlocked! * **Golden Tickets** = Mass chapter drops to satisfy your binge-reading! This is my official **WSA 2026** entry. Vote for the Everfrosts today... or watch Stephen try his luck again. **[Daily Chapter Releases — Never Miss a Beat]** **Connect with the Lore:** Instagram: **@merah_writes** TikTok: **@merah_writes**

[Hidebound Older Man VS Two-Faced Heiress: Daddy-Type + Seductress + An Old House on Fire] Everyone in Aethelgard says, a man should marry a woman from the West Family. The eldest daughter of the West Family is gentle and virtuous, a sought-after prize in high society. On the eve of her engagement. Her fiancé cheated on her. Willow West, having played the good girl for so long, decides she's done pretending. Fueled by alcohol, she finds a handsome man. Just one wall away from the scumbag ex and his mistress. The next day, she wakes up to her world collapsing. She had slept with the circle's famous 'older man'—Aiden Pierce, her dear uncle's best friend. Her impression of Aiden Pierce wasn't very good. Years ago, when she was having her first romance, she had tried to sneak a kiss with her young boyfriend, only for Aiden Pierce to report her to her uncle before their lips could even meet. The Aiden Pierce of today is even more dull—celibate and restrained, with everyone from his secretary to his assistant being male, and zero romantic scandals to his name. He's nothing short of a hidebound traditionalist! Willow West wants to escape. Aiden Pierce's well-defined hand grips her chin. "Miss West, a man's virtue is still virtue. You must take responsibility for me." * Aiden Pierce, who had practiced self-restraint for thirty years, was captured by Willow West—a woman gentle and demure in public, yet passionate and daring in private. Everyone thought Willow West was a good girl. Only Aiden Pierce knew that behind closed doors, the young woman not only smoked and drank but was also a cool, badass biker. * The assistant has recently noticed a change in the workaholic President Pierce. Not only is he hitting the gym three times a week, but his style has also shifted from uniform high-end suits to a different streetwear brand for every day of the week. His once stern and unsmiling face now frequently breaks into a smile. Even his eternally unchanged screensaver has been replaced. It's now a picture of a sexy, wavy-haired beauty in a black biker suit, holding a cigarette and sitting on a motorcycle!

Olivia transmigrated from the apocalypse to the modern era. Not only that, her dimension and superpower came along with her. She felt that the good days were about to begin. But before she could be happy for even three days, the internet was flooded with posts slandering her. Advertisers and directors want to terminate her contracts, and her company wants to blacklist her? How could this be? She wanted to use the money to enjoy modern life to the fullest. Without money, how could she enjoy anything? So, who's slandering her online? I'll find you and dig up all your dirty secrets. Who wants to terminate her contract? Terminate it immediately. After termination, she'll go on to endorse international luxury brands instead. Terminating the script contract? Good, that's great! If the contract isn't terminated, how can she film the blockbuster drama of the year and win awards with it? Modern life is so wonderful, eating and drinking every day. There's just one tiny problem. Why are there suddenly two babies growing in her belly? And who is this ridiculously handsome man who appeared out of nowhere, claiming to be their father?

Before marrying Silas, Joyce had only met him three times. A marriage of convenience, a secret agreement, for a term of three years. She's fresh off a heartbreak — the man she chased for years told her they "weren't a good match." Silas has his own baggage: rumor says he's still hung up on a white moonlight who happens to look just like Joyce. So that's all she is. A substitute. ** In the second year of their marriage, on Joyce's birthday, she drank too much and, in front of everyone, tugged on his tie, pinning him underneath her: "You look... a lot like my husband." The Thorne family's second master, known for being rational and unfeeling, was flustered by her that night. He leaned in close to her ear and coaxed in a low voice, "Be good." The next day Joyce woke up to find her lips were swollen. This… Who did this! When she went to question him, she discovered Silas's lip was bitten. He stared at her and said slowly, "You crossed the line first." ** The scandal leaked. At a party, her ex-boyfriend stepped in: "She's mine. Who dares talk?" Then Silas walked in. The room went silent. "Yours? Since when?" "Joyce, tell me. Whose are you?" So much for the secret marriage. So much for being a substitute. This was supposed to be fake… wasn't it?

In her past life, Su Yaoguang bought Xiao Yanci, supported his education, and helped him rise to great heights. She became his wife. Everyone praised him for never abandoning the farm girl who funded his rise. Su Yaoguang also believed she had found a good man. Unexpectedly, when she was seriously ill, she saw Xiao Yanci bring his first love and a child who resembled them both to her bedside. "Dad, mom, when will this person die?" the child asked, holding Xiao Yanci's hand. Xiao Yanci responded, "Soon, just wait a bit longer." That was the moment she realized: she had wasted her entire life on the wrong man. Returning to the age of fifteen, Su Yaoguang pointed at the bloody young boy: "I want him." In her past life, no matter what she gave Xiao Yanci, she only received a cold expression. This time, the young boy, like a wolf cub, dropped his guard; everything Sister gifted was the best. Sweet as milk. Devoted beyond reason. He melted her completely. Until one day, the young boy took a high position. Not wanting history to repeat itself, Su Yaoguang packed her things and slipped away at night, only to run into a man as noble and unattainable as a deity. "I've heard you call us siblings everywhere. Good sister, shouldn't we change what we call each other?"

Anning is an ordinary girl, living quietly in her own world (which means an introvert), but who would've thought that her peacefulness will not last longer than expected. Anning didn't know what awaited her, but she did know one thing - 'She' won't leave her side, and is her only exception - Baizhi, a soft girl with an even softer temperament. Just the name of that person was enough to turn her head. But are the things really going to be like that when she will got to know that Anning gained an unrequited love from someone else too - Sizi, a sharp beauty pretending to be a blunt one. Was it really an unrequited, unwanted love, or something deeper? In the new world, she not only has to reach her only unwanted goal, but also has to bear the most painful feeling of the world too - betrayal. Not only she but the person closest to her had to also feel the misery and partake in every adventure even if she don't want to. The betrayal given by someone this much close to her is so much painful that she found the gift of death much more appetizing, specially when the one she hated and had hurt her in the most possible way was her only amendment, but heavens didn't let her do that too. She can't because of the shackles. Because someone wouldn't let her. Yes, if there was someone who wouldn't let her live then there was also someone who will make her live even on their ashes. Will Anning be okay, if she got to know that the person whom she despised, was the person actually fated for her, the one who accompanied her in every tryst of her life, including death itself ? Things are not the same as it looks on the surface. So many people wearing different facades, having the most insidious secrets. The slowburn was really infectious. This side, Anning was fighting with her own feelings, and on the other, two professors were also shackled by their own reasons. Professor Lin (Lin Huang) and professor Qing (Qing Lan), have their own dynamics. The love between them is not so easy, because the unspeakable secrets were screaming in their heads, trying to tell them that they don't belong to each other. But making two persons who shares same souls part each other really that easy? Are really Anning and Baizhi fated for each other? Or there is some secret Baizhi is hiding? And what about Sizi, whom even if Anning doesn't wants to, finds an unexplainable comfort with? Definitely not the friendship type of comfort, but something deeper and more darker. Like some past life connection? Would it really be a happy ending ? To know more let's dig into the queersome story, and find out what's the real truth. Because the things are not really like they are. This is my first book, so please guide me further in this journey of novels and sit in your seat tightly or lie on your bed to just enjoy. #gl #girllove #yuri #blsidecouple #lgbtq #glsidecouple #mystery Thank you so much......

"And now for our final auction item!" Inside the underground auction house, the host's impassioned voice rang out, the entire venue suddenly went dark, a moment later...