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Alternative Title: Villain's Saviour, Game Over Again Lin Ji’an, a modern master chef, never expected to wake up inside a dog-blood BL cultivation novel. Worse, she transmigrated into the role of the "vicious cannon fodder", the crossdressing Third Young Master destined to humiliate the future Villain and die a miserable death by his hand. Her mission? Simple. Feed the starving slave boy and the future villain, Xie Wangchen, fix his broken body, and make sure his "Blackening Value" doesn't hit 100% and destroy the world. She beats up the arrogant Heir, face-slaps the evil Stepmother, and cooks her way into the Villain’s heart, purely to survive, of course! But as they head to the Celestial Sword Sect, Lin Ji’an realises something is wrong. She thought she was raising a cute, obedient little brother. She thought she was just a "straight bro" helping him out. She thought the main plot’s protagonists would chase the original MC. So why is the Villain looking at her with eyes darker than the abyss? Why is he threatening to cripple anyone who smiles at her? And why are the original male leads suddenly lining up to taste her cooking? Lin Ji’an: "I’m just here to cook and survive! I’m straight! And I’m a girl!" Xie Wangchen, who was sharpening his sword, looked up with a smirk tugging in the corner of his lips, "Luggage? No. You are my world. And I never let go of what is mine."

He saved her… but never planned to set her free. Aria thought betrayal was the worst pain she could feel until she met Rafael. After discovering Lucas’s true intentions, Aria walks away from love and straight into revenge. That’s when Rafael appears powerful, dashing and impossible to resist. He helps her destroy the man who broke her… but in return, he slowly takes control of her world. What begins as protection turns into possession. Because Rafael doesn’t just want Aria by his side, he wants her completely. And the most terrifying part? A part of her doesn’t want to escape. When Rafael nearly dies saving her from enemies but due to memory loss he remembers everyone except the woman he crossed hell to save. Can a forgotten love find its way back? Or will Aria lose him forever, even after getting him back?

Disclaimer!!! it contains mature and dark content. And a morally grey main character. Viewer's discretion advised ‼️ You ever punch a stranger and wake up the next morning to realize he’s your new boss? Yeah. That happened. I should’ve known the night I drank and went after that jerk, the universe was about to ruin my life in style. He didn’t even flinch. Just caught my fist midair, dragged me into a private room, and told me he could destroy me… or make me beg. Guess which one he chose. His name’s Cassian Wolfe. Ex-convict. Billionaire. Walking felony in a three-piece suit. And apparently... my new Boss. Now he owns my paycheck, my body, and every goddamn thought in my head. He calls me his pet, smirks like the devil knows a secret I’m too weak to resist, and every time he touches me, I forget why I ever said no. It’s sick, really. He humiliates me, ruins me, makes me crawl, and I let him. well because I have no damn choice... or maybe I just really like it.

One night. One betrayal. One ruthless savior. In a single night, Evelyn Meyers went from the city’s Golden Heiress to a homeless outcast. Her fiancé didn’t just break her heart, he shattered her world. Framed by her best friend and waking up in the bed of a cold-blooded stranger, Evelyn’s nightmare was only beginning. Her grandmother is dead. Her father is behind bars. And the only man who can save her is the one she should fear most. "Sign the contract, Evelyn. Become my wife, and I will give you the heads of everyone who wronged you." The deal is simple: Vengeance in exchange for her freedom. He offers her a throne built on the ruins of her enemies,. He is ruthless. He is possessive. And he is the only one who can help her burn the world down. But as Evelyn navigates the path of revenge, she discovers that her husband’s love might be more dangerous than her enemies’ hate.

Four hundred years ago, the moon wept blood. From that night onward, demons—known as the Tainted—swarmed the land, feasting on the spiritual energy of the living. The once-peaceful realm descended into chaos. Now, humanity survives behind two massive walls, while the lands beyond decay into a demon-infested wasteland. Join Linyue and her companions who specializes in finding trouble, inventing trouble, and loudly denying they caused the trouble as they stumble upon the buried truths behind the Weeping Moon. Secrets that have remained hidden for centuries and may change everything they know.

Shoved into the backseat of his father's car right after graduation, Riley Hale ended up marching toward a company building with a bagged lunch and a pen. Still in his toga, the fresh graduate never thought he’d land in the office of the continent’s top lizard, err, dragon, as his aide. And that would’ve driven any person wishing for a corporate career to tears. After all, who wouldn’t want to serve the fastest ticket up the corporate ladder: Kael Dravaryn, the infamously elegant, unhinged, and extremely overpowered Dragon Lord of the continent? Well, that would be Riley. The same Riley who didn’t expect to spend his days dodging fireballs, dressing his boss in robes more complicated than dark magic, and serving as a literal target during morning sparring. Now trapped in a job he never truly agreed to, the hardworking aide decided to hold out until it was time for his glorious resignation. But leaving a dragon’s clutches could never be easy, especially one with elemental mastery and a finger worth a private army. Yet, as Riley, who longs to quit, attempts to navigate ancient politics, wyvern threats, and other accidents (many of which are definitely not his fault), he might just hallucinate himself into seeing something beneath his boss’s arrogance and molten glares. Maybe he’d actually care if Riley got turned to ash.

[MATURE CONTENT 18+] “You want us Master?” Ryker murmured, his voice low and dangerous as he stepped closer. Azrael’s fingers trailed fire up my exposed thighs, slow and deliberate. I exhaled sharply, my cheeks burning under their combined heat. Veyra’s lips brushed teasing kisses along the edges of mine, soft yet claiming. I arched instinctively as Thyrian’s hand slid to my nape, his mouth pressing gentle, reverent bites that sent shivers racing down my spine. “Who’s your favorite?” they demanded in unison, voices thick with hunger. I moaned softly, words trembling out: “I love all of you.” ****************** I walked in on my fiancée fucking my stepsister. I demanded answers, but instead was met by a blade to the heart. Death should have been the end. Instead, I woke up trapped inside the novel I’d devoured, reincarnated as the villainess doomed to die at the hands of her four ruthless male consorts. Ryker(Fox). Azrael(Demon). Veyra(Succubus). Thyrian(Merman). Powerful. Possessive. Lethal. Each one helped orchestrate her execution in the original story. Now the rules are clear if I want to survive this twisted world: Make my consorts fall desperately in love with me. Never draw the attention of the untouchable female lead. But stealing their hearts means claiming everything that was hers power, devotion, desire. She’s divine, adored, invincible. I’m hunted, despised, clinging to the lowest rank. Every touch ignites obsession. Every kiss hides a threat. Every whispered “mine” could be my salvation… or my undoing. Can a villainess rewrite her fate and keep four dangerous men wrapped around her finger? Or will their love consume me before I even survive the first season?

[Mature Content] Alessia wanted nothing more than to escape the mafia and its ruthless Don who claimed to be her father. ... "I already told you what I wanted." Dervan said without a change in expression. "Become my wife." Alessia froze. His wife? He wanted her to be his wife?! She glared at him icily. "You want a murderer for a wife? What kind of person do you think I am? I'm not a fool who would fall for such an obvious trap!" ... Alessia's life has been miserable ever since she was brought into the mafia. Almost everyday was a waking nightmare and the little happiness she managed to gain at times was taken away from her in a flash. Things seemed to turn out for the worse when her assignment to assassinate a popular CEO's precious daughter is found out by none other than Dervan Salviati, the powerful owner of the largest cooperation in the whole country. And he wanted a criminal like her to be his wife...? Seriously?! Still, Alessia had no other choice than to accept his absurd offer to escape her so-called father, without a clue of what exactly she was getting herself into...

"It doesn't matter to me if you're engaged or not, I will seduce you.” Azrael said as he gently kissed the back of her palm. *** Ashelia de Orlan’s birth caused her mother to fall into a terrible terminal illness, but no one in the manor ever blamed her for it. If anyone so much as looked at her with the slightest disdain, her father’s knights made sure they were never seen again. Still, she couldn’t stop feeling guilty. She felt responsible for something she never did, and because of that, she made a deal with her shady fiancé, Prince Reagan, to keep her already dying mother barely alive at the cost of her own freedom. But one night, everything changed. During Prince Reagan’s birthday banquet, the rumoured madman Azrael von Eldrath, Archduke of a neighbouring country, barged in uninvited and turned the whole hall upside down. One look from him made her heart race, Still, she couldn’t afford to fall for anyone else. She had already made a vow. But Azrael refuses to let her be until she denounces the second prince and chooses him instead!

‎*Mature Content* Vivian Ravenscroft was never meant to live this life. ‎Swapped at birth by a desperate mother—not just to save her, but to place her where destiny could shape her—Vivian grows up under the powerful Ravenscroft name, believing Sebastian, ten years her senior, is only an untouchable brother figure. ‎Protective. ‎Distant. ‎Forbidden. ‎Until the night violence shatters her world. ‎As she recovers, the truth unravels: her royal bloodline, a father who erased her existence, and the devastating reason she was raised beside Sebastian—to bond with the one man she was never allowed to love. ‎The man who looks at her and whispers, ‎“I thought you had given yourself away…” ‎Only to learn her heart—and her body were never claimed by another. ‎Stanley was never love. ‎He was survival. ‎Drawn into royal decrees, billionaire rivalries, and laws written in blood, Vivian must decide whether to obey a destiny chosen for her—or fight for the one her heart recognizes. ‎Because the way Sebastian looks at her now… has changed. ‎It lingers. ‎It burns. ‎It strips away every lie she once believed. ‎At a royal wedding watched by kings, presidents, and the most powerful names in the world… ‎the distance between them finally breaks. ‎And when the night falls— ‎There are no more titles. ‎No more rules. ‎No more pretending. ‎Only him. ‎Only her. ‎In the quiet heat of a marble bath, where silence wraps around them and the past finally loosens its grip… ‎his hand finds hers. ‎His touch is no longer restrained. ‎And when he kisses her, ‎It is deep. ‎Unsteady. ‎Years of control slipping all at once. ‎Vivian doesn’t stop him. ‎She melts into him… answers him… trusts him. ‎Because somewhere between the lies, the pain, and the years they were forced apart— ‎her heart had already chosen him. ‎And when he finally takes that last step… ‎When the space between them disappears— ‎She breaks. ‎A soft cry leaving her lips. ‎A moment of pain… of truth… of surrender. ‎And then— ‎Nothing but him. ‎Because what she gives him that night is not just her body— ‎but the part of her that has never belonged to anyone else. ‎Her first. ‎Her only. ‎Sealed in a moment neither of them can ever take back. ‎Because some bonds are not accidents. ‎They are written long before birth. ‎Tested through pain. ‎And fulfilled in the moments where resistance finally turns into surrender. ‎And love like theirs… ‎Was never meant to be broken.

Jayden thought senior year would be simple—survive classes, stay close to his friends Alvin and Brian, and avoid trouble. Then Jarnell happened. Quiet, sharp-eyed, and impossible to ignore, Jarnell keeps his distance from everyone except his closest friends, Jonas and Calvin. But when unexpected moments keep pulling him and Jayden together, silence turns into stolen glances, tension, and feelings neither of them can explain. The closer they get, the harder it becomes to hide what’s growing between them. In a school full of watching eyes and secrets waiting to break, Jayden and Jarnell must decide whether holding on to each other is worth everything they might lose. Some silences protect you. Others pull you in until you can’t escape.

"I would rather die than birth a monster's child." She spat. This drew out a low derisive chuckle from the tall figure standing in front of her. He grabs her jaw firmly, forcing her to look into his eyes. His other hand further securing her wrists tightly above her head. The wall meets her spine because of how pinned she is against it. Lips hovering close to hers, he whispers, "Not only are you going to carry my child and birth it. I am going to keep you buried under me for as long as I wish. Making sure my cock is the only thing that you know and remember. Ruining you for anyone else like I did before." Shattered into a million pieces by her sixth heartbreak, Gweneth gave herself to alcohol and a reckless one night stand with a stranger. The stranger happens to be none other than the cold, charismatic Calix Lamont—her highschool bully and a spawn of the devil. He is someone that she had given her all to run away from. A man that she had swore to never encounter again. Two months later, Gweneth is faced with the dreadful realization of a pregnancy. As well as an ironclad contract from Calix Lamont to be his contract wife and birth the baby—all against her wishes. Hello readers, every page like, every collection, comment, reviews, power stones, gifts, golden tickets are all welcome and highly relevant. Thanks in advance!

HIS WOLF AND MINE "You said your wolf was dead." "She isn't dead." "Then where has she been all these years?" Elara Vale has spent most of her life learning how to disappear. After her father's mysterious death, her mother remarries a ruthless man who turns Elara's home into a place of fear. Her stepfather and his children make her life unbearable, slowly breaking the confidence she once had. Worst of all, the silver wolf who was once her closest companion disappears from her mind. For eight years, Elara hears nothing from Lyra. No voice. No presence. No wolf. She believes she has been abandoned by the only creature who ever truly loved her. Then everything changes when she is taken to Haven Castle, the stronghold of the most powerful wolf pack in the northern kingdom. There, she meets Alpha Kaelen Draven—a cold, feared ruler whose wolf immediately senses something strange about her. Something ancient. Something powerful. Something that should not exist. "Where is your wolf?" Kaelen asks. Elara lowers her eyes. "She's gone." "Dead?" "I don't know." But Kaelen soon discovers that Elara's wolf isn't dead. She has been hiding. Waiting. Protecting Elara from something far more dangerous than her cruel family. And when an ancient enemy known as the Crowned begins searching for Elara, the secrets surrounding her father's death finally begin to surface. Why was Elias Vale murdered? Why were the Crowned searching for his daughter? Why does Kaelen's wolf react so strangely to Elara? And what is the secret hidden inside the girl who has spent her entire life believing she is weak? "You're afraid of me." Elara's voice trembles. "Yes." Kaelen steps closer. "Then why didn't you run?" She looks up at him for the first time. "Because..." Her voice is barely a whisper. "For the first time, I think someone might actually find me if I do." Kaelen says nothing. But deep inside him, his wolf growls. She's not the girl everyone believes her to be. And inside Elara, after eight years of silence, Lyra finally opens her silver eyes. "Elara..." "What?" "It's time you remembered who you are." She thought she had lost her wolf. She never knew her wolf had been waiting for her to awaken.

Azaria Freeman gave everything to Aldrith Corp. She carried two roles without complaint, held the company together, and believed her reward was finally within reach. Instead, the promotion she earned was handed to someone with the Aldrith name. Furious and done staying silent, Azaria storms into a board meeting and challenges the very people who overlooked her. But the moment she steps inside, everything changes because Theon Aldrith realizes the truth: His mate has been right under his nose all along. And she is human. Something that hasn’t happened in centuries. Now, power, instinct, and fear collide as Theon faces an impossible choice: claim her and risk everything, or walk away from the one person fate has chosen for him.

Everyone warned Fabiola about Evan Harlow. The strange boy with the cold eyes. The one who never smiled. The one whose twin brother drowned when they were thirteen and who came back from that lake different. But Fabiola didn't listen. She saw past the rumors, past the walls he built, past the darkness that clung to him like a second skin. She pursued him through high school, loved him through college, and married him despite the whispers that the Harlow estate was cursed. Now, at twenty-nine, Fabiola lives in that sprawling Gothic mansion as the wife of a CEO. She works at a diner by choice, keeps fresh flowers in every room, and fills the silence with warmth and laughter. She thinks she's won. She thinks she saved him. She has no idea that Evan's twin never left. Lucas Harlow has been watching her for years. Waiting in mirrors. Breathing in doorways. Learning the way she moves, the sound of her voice, the scent of vanilla and lavender that clings to her skin. He looks exactly like Evan—same face, same voice, same touch. And when Evan isn't looking, Lucas takes his place. He kisses her in the kitchen while Evan is at work. He makes love to her in the dark while she whispers Evan's name. He wraps himself in her warmth, desperate and starving, because she is everything he lost when he died. Fabiola thinks her husband is simply passionate. Possessive. Obsessed with the way she smells, the way she tastes. She doesn't realize that sometimes the man touching her has no heartbeat. That sometimes the man she's kissing has been dead for sixteen years. But Lucas is growing bolder. And Evan is starting to notice. Bruises Fabiola doesn't remember. Conversations Evan never had. Moments of tenderness that feel just slightly wrong too desperate, too hungry, too cold. When Fabiola finally learns the truth, she's faced with an impossible horror: the ghost who's been making love to her is in love with her. And the blood pact the twins made as children is still binding. If she chooses Lucas even once, even accidentally Evan will die. Caught between two identical men one living, one dead, both madly obsessed with her. Fabiola must untangle a web of desire, obsession, and supernatural jealousy before she loses them both. Or before she can no longer tell them apart.

[Warning: Mature content | Dark romance] Aliana Vanderbilt is the witty, fierce heiress to a multi-billion-dollar empire. She always lived life on her own terms, until one fateful night changed everything. After a brutal accident involving a "lost child" that only she could see, Aliana woke to a terrifying new reality. By day, she is haunted by restless spirits. By night, she is consumed by vivid, steamy dreams of a mysterious man with icy blue eyes. Her search for a solution comes to an abrupt halt when she finally comes face-to-face with Gavriel Valentine. An enigmatic man sitting at the pinnacle of a rival business empire. He is dominating, dangerous, and everything Aliana should avoid. Yet, he alone possesses the power to end her misery. Whenever she is near him, the ghosts vanish. Driven by a desperate need for peace, Aliana bulldozes into Gavriel’s life with a scandalous demand. However, what she does not expect is his counter-offer… that she must marry him. What happens when two strong-headed personalities are tied together in a sacred union? Will they find peace, or will it spell disaster? ..... Excerpt: “I warned you, didn’t I, Aliana?” His deep, masculine voice reverberated through the air like silk. Her name rolled off his sinful lips so seductively that it made her want to roll her eyes in reluctant delight. That thought alone made her brows knit in confusion until she heard him continue, “You step into my world, and I will ruin you in ways you never imagined.” Aliana shivered, not only at the warning he had given her far too many times, but also at the way his icy blue eyes pierced her so intensely that it felt as though she might burn and freeze all at once. Ignoring her thrumming heartbeat, she drew in a sharp breath and replied, “You did… but didn’t I say there is nothing I love more than a challenge? If you’re going to ruin me, Gavriel, at least make sure you’re the only one left standing when the dust settles.” His eyes widened ever so slightly before he rose from his armchair and padded across the carpet to stand right before her. The moment his fingers lifted to touch her chin, a jolt of electricity shot down her spine as he leaned in and said, “You want to play a dangerous game, Aliana…. and make no mistake, this devil loves to play.” Tilting her chin closer to his face, he whispered, “So here’s my offer, Aliana…. marry me.” .... The book cover is mine, don't use it.

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 fifteen 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 fifteen 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—Black Peacock's Tearstone Cultivation. (will come soon : connects to all spin offs) 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!] Epitaph Of The Patriarch Yīlíng—another spin off would be launched after this book is finished or close to finishing.

Gianna Michaels, a passionate fashion design student, is set to marry Xavier Castillo, the enigmatic billionaire, as part of a long standing family arrangement. However, Gianna's parents, who aren't who she thinks they are, are set out for far more than the benefits of the arranged marriage. What would happen when the truth finally comes out? Would these two people find love in this arranged relationship and overcome all the odds or the villains are going to win this time just like they did all those years ago?

They say an Alpha without a wolf is no Alpha at all. For ten years, Rhys has ruled as the most feared Alpha in the western territory—without ever shifting. Until Elise Winters walks into his territory—and his wolf comes back wrong. Stronger. Wilder. Fixated. On her. Elise is practical, stubborn, and completely unprepared for what she’s inherited. Rhys knew what she was to him the moment she stepped through his door. And he knows this— If he claims her, if he lets his wolf fully return, it won’t just change him. It could cost him his pack. His throne. And her life.

Zhenya, being a newly transfered Russian student all the way from Moscow, who is now studying in Cheolhwa International High Academy. Many eyes darted on him, wondering who was he. But, then there's the popular kids. And among them, was Kwon Taekjoo. Many girls fell in love with him, it was because he was tall, muscular and undeniably attractive. And one day, Zhenya's eyes fell on him. Then, Kwon Taekjoo noticed two pair of blue eyes staring at him. Who was that kid? Why was he staring at him? A small smile appeared on his face. "He's quite cute and pretty too, " Kwon Taekjoo thought. But behind that pretty face, leads to more something darker. Just think about a wolf in sheep's clothing.