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Russia Novel 21+This story is a dark romance, exploring psychological tension, moral conflict, complex relationships, and dangerous situations in vivid depth. The characters’ mental states, emotional pressures, power struggles, and encounters with a harsh reality are portrayed with intense realism. Some scenes and circumstances are emotionally heavy, psychologically challenging, and may not be suitable for all readers. This is not a light romance, but rather a deep, dark, and psychologically driven journey. Recommended for mature readers who appreciate complex characters, morally gray choices, and intense emotional experiences. The Hidden Assassin: Undercover Heart "Where loyalty is a shadow, and love is a death trap." In the frozen wilderness of Moscow, a high-stakes mission goes cold when Ricky, a top-tier DGFI agent, is brutally executed in front of his partner and lover, Sophia. Trapped between grief and duty, Sophia cannot afford to cry. As a ghost agent of the elite unit, her only option is to vanish—and then strike back. Haunted by the memory of Ricky’s final kiss and driven by a thirst for vengeance, Sophia transforms herself. She sheds her military skin to become a lethal temptress. Clad in a provocative red sheer dress, she infiltrates the inner circle of the Kremlin’s most dangerous shadow: Dmitri. Dmitri is a Russian mafia kingpin with cold blue eyes and sun-kissed hair—a man who rules with iron and blood. He is captivated by Sophia’s mysterious golden eyes, unaware that she is the Hidden Assassin sent to dismantle his empire from within. As Sophia weaves a web of deception, she finds herself caught in a dangerous psychological game. In the den of the enemy, the lines between her mission and her emotions begin to blur. Her Undercover Heart starts to beat for the very man she is sworn to kill. Will Sophia avenge her fallen lover, or will she succumb to the forbidden allure of the Russian Boss? In a world of secrets and silver bullets, the deadliest weapon isn't a gun—it's a heartbeat. 3 masked character 1 heart passion and Dimitri and Rachmaninov But he has a pseudonym. Rachmaninoff

"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? Bitch please. The other is the youngest King in Skardos. A man who lost everything and sure as hell didn’t expect a 2nd chance. Oh, and he was her fated mate in a past life too. Surprise, motherfuckers. Born a princess. Sold as a slave. Crowned a queen. Now royally fucked 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 give a fuck about their dick-measuring contest. Together they have a shot. Alone, their kingdoms fall. Team up or burn. Checkmate, boys.

“To save his brother, Zaliyah didn’t just walk into hell; he married the King of it.” Cast into a bottomless waterfall as an infant, Zaliyah was supposed to die. Instead, the hybrid abomination born of a forbidden celestial and demon affair was hidden away, raised as the fragile, cherished young master of a human noble house. He lived a life of silk and silence, existing only for his protective elder brother, Karas. But when Karas is left at death's door, Zaliyah strikes a desperate bargain with the ruthless King of the Underworld, Malachi: his hand in marriage in exchange for his brother's life. He expected a cold political arrangement. He didn't expect a bloodbath of an honorary banquet, a brutal exile to a frozen wasteland, or the two devastating secrets that would change the Underworld forever: Zaliyah is a celestial, and he is pregnant. Years later, the fragile "White Lotus" has returned to the palace. With forbidden powers mastered and a heart turned to ice, Zaliyah is feigning amnesia and playing the submissive consort. He has a court of betrayal, poisons, and ancient wars to navigate.and he is going to burn Malachi's kingdom to the ground.

Some stories start off like a fairytale. Some start off mediocre. Phoebe's started with untold tragedies. With a burning desire for freedom. A father who hates her. Where she’s taught neglect and abuse is love. She will stop at nothing to escape and reach her dreams. Taeyung was a boy raised to be a monster. A man with a deadly obsession. Where power through fear and blood became a second language. Her fire, her bite, her strength. It was a trap and he fell right in. Consumed by a desperation to own her. He’d burn the world for her. Tear down empires. Nothing will stop him. He would have her or no one else would. —————————————————— *This is a slow burn, enemies to lovers, Cinderella story with a kick ass female lead, who breaks through your typical narrative. The male lead is toxic and has a lot of growth to make but he does grow! So give him a chance, he may impress you* ~Please Check Auxiliary Chapters for Trigger Warnings, Photos, and Terms to know~

When Rosalind follows her father to a grand banquet in the kingdom of Eryndor, she expects nothing but humiliation as her father intends to pawn her off to settle his gambling debts. Rosalind is fiercely unwilling to be controlled and is definitely unprepared for the attention of King Alaric, the kingdom’s feared tyrant whose dangerous charm and ruthless reputation make the bravest men tremble and women weak in their knees. Intrigued by her defiance, Alaric claims Rosalind as his own, and suddenly she is trapped in his castle, under the scrutiny of his watchful eyes, sinful tongue, and burning touch. Desperate to escape, she discovers a secret ally in a mysterious servant, one whose true identity shocks her and forces her to question everything she thought was real, with the fact that her father hadn't been in debt at all but had handed her to the malicious king with evil intentions. Rosalind finds herself caught between two men: the controlling, prideful king who desires her completely, and the enigmatic servant who sees her as more than a prize. In a palace where deception is law and freedom is impossible, can Rosalind survive and who will truly claim her heart?

I died once. Got stoned to death by a mob because a pretty girl with a heroine halo got jealous of my usefulness. Last thing I heard was her confession...she was the one who opened the gates to let the zombies in and pinned it on me. It was real touching stuff. The next thing I knew, I woke up in silk pajamas with a second chance. Here's the thing about knowing the apocalypse is coming: you prepare. I emptied grocery stores, stole weapons, filled a spatial storage with enough supplies to outlast the end of the world. I also learned my lesson about powers—they drain your life force, and I'm not dying twice for the privilege of throwing vines around. So I stayed home in the mansion I shared with my guardian and his head of security. But I decided to take the last bit of advice I had been given in my previous life: 'Stay home.' Done. I'm not going anywhere and no one is going to be able to move me if I don't want. Unfortunately for me, I stole the wrong thing in this life, and now I have another two men in my house who think that I don't know what I am doing. Four men...a billionaire guardian, his head of security, a weapons dealer, and his quiet enforcer...they all tried to convince me to evacuate. When that didn't work, they tried to leave without me. Funny how that works out when you realize the only stable thing in a collapsing world won't budge. Suddenly, their evacuation plans don't matter anymore. Suddenly, they're staying too. I'm not here to save anyone. I'm not the hero. I'm just a woman who's already survived this once, and I'm not interested in repeating my mistakes. But survival? That's my specialty. And apparently, I'm everyone else's, whether I like it or not. Author's Note: There is a few things that after 140 chapters (and a lot of comments) I need to clarify. The title is: "Refusing to leave home." Please don't expect her to leave her house. The idea of this novel is: "It's okay to just survive." You don't have to be responsible for the human race, you don't have fix what everyone screws up. It's okay to do nothing and keep living. Rouxi comes from a seriously fucked up past life. Her parents were abusive and since she was four years old, she has learned that, in order to survive, you can only rely on yourself. Dying and being reborn just reinforces this belief. This is in a completely different world from my previous ones. This is a fresh start but with all the things you come to expect from me. There will be no crossovers (Gasp... I know!) The particulars: MFMMM No MM Age gap Zombies

[Warning: R18+ Content] I thought I was going to die. So I chose to be remembered. One night. One drink. One sin I could never take back. But the men I met at the bar weren’t strangers. They were The Trident… three ruthless heirs of the Corvanni Dynasty, the most feared mafia bloodline alive. Draven. Silent, merciless, a predator cloaked in shadows. Lucian. Calculative, hauntingly beautiful, a devil with a silver tongue. And Azriel. Wild, reckless, dangerously addictive. They don’t ask. They take. And now they want me… completely. Their obsession burns hotter than their empire. Their touch is forbidden, but I can’t resist. Because the deeper I fall, the clearer it becomes… I’m not just their desire. I’m their ruin. Excerpt ********** “Run if you want, Jade.” The nickname rolled off Lucian’s tongue like a promise and a threat, one no one had ever dared call me before. My breath hitched, legs trembling, but before I could take a step, Draven’s hand closed around my wrist… iron, unyielding. “You think you can walk away after tasting us?” His voice was quiet, deadly, sending shivers straight to my core. Azriel leaned in from behind, his lips brushing the shell of my ear as his laughter burned through me. “Sweetheart, we don’t chase what’s already ours. And you, little Jade…” his teeth grazed my skin, “…you belong to the Trident now.” Azriel’s fingers tilted my chin up, his grin sinful, dangerous, carved just for me. “Tell me, Jade,” he purred, voice thick with lust, “what do you want?” Heat scorched my skin, my lips parting, but no words came. My body betrayed me, trembling against the wall of Draven’s chest while Lucian’s hand traced lazy circles on my thigh, teasing, tormenting. Azriel’s laugh was low, filthy. “No, sweetheart. Don’t just tremble for us. Say it.” His thumb brushed my lower lip, slow, taunting. “Say what you want. Say you want our hands, our mouths, our cocks… say it, and I’ll give you everything.” Draven’s breath was at my neck, steady, lethal. “Careful,” he murmured, “once you speak it aloud, there’s no going back.” Lucian’s whisper slid against my ear, silken poison. “And when you do, Jade, you’ll never remember what it felt like to be untouched.” My mouth opened before my brain could reason… “I want you,” I whispered. Draven’s hand tightened, Lucian’s eyes darkened, Azriel laughed as if the world had finally given him his prize. Three bodies pressed in, heat and danger wrapping me like a cage I couldn’t escape. Didn’t want to escape. My heart screamed to run, but my body whispered the truth. I wanted them… All of them. ********** Three men. One woman. A love story carved in blood and obsession.

"Take me instead." Three words. Guinevere Lunaris trades herself and saves 300 lives. Tied. Gagged. Underestimated by a mile. They chain her to a tree in the snow. Mistake. While running for her life, she meets a stranger in the dark and tells him to hide so he isn’t killed. Twelve hours later, he walks into her father's hall wearing a crown. The man she just told to hide in a hole is Maddox Drakencrest, High King of Velkaris. Ruler of an entire continent. Maddox hears his dragon say ‘mate’ right away. But her wolf is silent. More and more Alpha Kings enter the hall. She catches the tail end of her father’s toast and chokes on her wine. "—leave here with a virgin bride." An auction for her hand turns into a full-out bidding war. Maddox wins. 750 million in gold, three dragon fleets, and an urn full of the bastard who chained her the day before. Every force in Velkaris is betting against a wolf on a dragon throne. The Elders say the queen must be a dragon rider, which is impossible for a woman without dragon blood. The king's half-brother agrees with them, but his solution is a civil war and taking the crown for himself. If his brother’s rebellion wins, Maddox dies and she belongs to him. If the elders win, she goes back to the father who sold her. Neither is happening. Her wolf calls Velkaris home. She's not giving it up. They expect Guinevere to behave like a good little wolf princess and play along with their political games. She says bet.

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?

The Keaton Family of Veridia, possessing a fortune of hundreds of billions, controls the economic lifeblood of the entire city. Preston Keaton, the head of the Keaton Family, is a refined and gentle man, self-restrained and courteous, exuding an extraordinary noble air with every move—a perfect gentleman. Evelyn Grant had once seen him from a distance at a banquet. The man was surrounded by a crowd, his features handsome and refined, his demeanor cultured and elegant—he was like the unattainable moon in the sky. She never imagined he would notice someone like her. She certainly never imagined being cornered by him, trapped like prey with nowhere to run. Panicked and helpless, she said, "I have someone I like!" The man lowered his gaze, trapping her in his embrace with a faint, soft laugh. "I know, but..." "So what." —— Evelyn knew the truth from the start. A woman of her status had no future with Preston Keaton. So when she finally decided to leave, she was calm. But she was blocked at the door by Preston. The man forced her back step by step, his smiling expression sending a chill through Evelyn's entire body. An intimate kiss landed on her forehead, his voice chillingly cold, "I'm sorry, babe." His smile vanished completely, replaced by a suffocating sense of pressure and loss of control. "You can't leave."

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?"

"This is the first time—and the last." That's what Asher Keating told her, cold-faced and buttoning his shirt, after one night he never should have had. Leah Sinclair was no one. A broke college student buried in debt after her grandmother's surgery, selling her evenings at a high-end escort club just to survive. She wasn't supposed to end up in his bed. He wasn't supposed to come back. But he did. After the second time and the third, Leah cursed viciously in her heart: "Damn man! You really can't trust a word men say." Many years later, Asher looked at Leah sleeping beside him and sighed to himself: "Sure enough, you shouldn't be with the same woman more than three times, or you'll really be in for it." Was it possession... or affection? A choice that began as a transaction but became true love, with only the wish... to never forget their original intentions.

Wen Qian's silver gradient cat turned into an 188 cm tall, handsome man. Soft ears, a thick, long tail, and bright eyes, but it seems he hasn't gained sentience yet; he doesn't listen to anything Wen Qian says, only knowing to imitate the way Wen Qian used to treat him by hugging and petting her. He holds her hand to trim her nails, pats her head, and rubs her belly. Wen Qian was about to cry. Every day after getting home from work, the silver gradient would grasp the scruff of her neck, lean in, and nuzzle and kiss her neck. Until that day, after "petting" the human, the man revealed a satisfied smile: "Qianqian, why is your face so red? Is it because you like it so much?" ...... A black-bellied and noble young master, a sunny and naively sweet boy, a tsundere and stunningly beautiful male star, a dark-skinned tough guy as loyal as a dog, a hot-tempered yet simple big boy... Wait, you're telling me they are ALL Beastmen?! Only children make choices; adults decide to have them all!

"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...

Three years ago— Georgia Thorne had just been accepted into Portmire University, and just as she was looking forward to her future life, a bolt of lightning shattered all her beautiful dreams...

He won her in a bidding war. She expected chains. Instead, he offered chaos, and something dangerously close to freedom. Anastasia was raised in the temple, carved from childhood with sacred runes. Each one a blood-soaked tribute to the gods she never chose. A weapon, a symbol, a prize passed from hand to hand, a body to be used and sold. When the temples auction her off, she’s prepared to survive whatever comes next. She’s not prepared for him. Malvor, the God of Chaos, is all smirks and swagger, crowned in mischief and dressed like temptation itself. But beneath the theatrics is a being hiding his own scars. Some emotional, some eternal. He doesn’t want obedience. He wants fire, challenge and most dangerous of all her. And Anastasia? She’s done playing the part of the willing doll. She’s dangerous, defiant, and not afraid to bite the hand that tries to claim her. Now, caught in a realm where illusions have teeth and gods play games with mortal lives, the only thing more reckless than trusting Malvor… is falling for him. This isn’t a love story. It’s healing wrapped in heat. It’s trauma, chaos, and slow, aching desire. It starts with a woman who was never meant to survive. But did. And came back sharper.

It is rumored that the Young Lord Lockwood, who is not fond of women, suddenly got married, and pampered his little wife repeatedly. "Uncle, I have someone I like, he is tall, mighty, and handsome!" She stayed in the world he built for her with his chest, weakly resisting. On his handsome face was a devilish, wicked smile, "Madam, the person you had a crush on when you were young, is me!"

“Damian Sinclair, you said you wouldn’t touch me, wouldn't like me, and wouldn’t marry me!” “Darling, you must be mistaken. I clearly want to sleep with you, like you a lot, and hold a certificate of marriage!” “You...you're shameless, going back on your word!” “Be good, husband can do something even more shameless.” The book is also called "The CEO Is Too Fierce, Baby Feels Square" and "Beast, Let Go of That Soft Cutie, Let Me Come."

She, breathtaking and indifferently gentle, soft and adorably clueless. She was a Divine Doctor who could bring the dying back to life, and also a poison expert who killed without trace! She possessed a pair of clairvoyant eyes, and also a body filled with mysterious vital energy! People said: Even Yama Raja had to give way to those An Yiqing wished to save! He, cold and aloof, stunningly handsome like a deity. He was the most outstanding descendant of the Ancient Martial Arts Families and also the youngest general of Xuanjin Country! He was an emperor who emerged from darkness and blood, holding great power and deciding over life and death! When the gently indifferent her and the cold and proud him met, what kind of sparks would they ignite? Affection chapter: An Yiqing asked, "Hm, I heard you like me?" Gu Yelin stiffened, "Yes!" An Yiqing's eyes fell, her voice flat, "But I can't be with you." "Reason." Gu Yelin's voice was dark and heavy; his heart clenched in pain—he had been poisoned, and only this little white rabbit in front of him was the cure! "Master said I have an incurable disease." "If you live, I live; if you die, I die!" Gu Yelin's voice was low and resolute. An Yiqing's downcast eyes gradually reddened, and the corners of her mouth curled slightly, "Every time I see you, my heart races, I struggle to breathe, and my cheeks turn red. Master said that's the incurable disease, and only you can heal me." Gu Yelin's dark eyes surged with waves of joy and excitement, like a surging undercurrent. ...Only she could cure his poison, and only he was the medicine for her. Underdog chapter: At the banquet Qin Jia: "Who do you think you are? Just an orphan with no parents, what right do you have to cling to Young Master Gu's side?" An Yiqing's eyes swept over coldly, a mocking smile on her lips, "Relying on you who would be nothing without the Qin Family, relying on me who could pinch you to death with one hand!” “You slut!"— Qin Jia, furious, raised her hand to slap An Yiqing. "Sick of living!" Suddenly, a pair of iron-like hands gripped Qin Jia's arm tightly; he had only left for a moment. Who was this blind person daring to bully his treasure? Qin Jia roared resentfully, "Young Master Gu, why are you doing this to me? She's just a wild child with no parents!" "Who dares to say that the An Family's only jewel is a wild child?!" A furious rebuke erupted like a thunderclap, shaking the entire banquet. Baby chapter: The plump Little Bun wriggled his little bottom, his glutinous voice carrying a complaint, "Daddy, why won't you let me sleep with Mommy?" Gu Yelin's mouth twitched, "You are a man, you cannot cling to my wife." "Hmph! Jealous men are so annoying!" Little Bun mumbled, "The Uncle Duan who came to see Mommy yesterday is nice, so is the Uncle Bai who I met last week, and there's Uncle Li who gave me a big red envelope during the New Year and that pretty auntie, they are all nicer to me than Daddy!" Third Young Master Gu's temples throbbed. Why, even though his adorable little white rabbit was married, did those wolves with greed in their eyes still not give up? Men were one thing, but even women were trying to get involved! Third Young Master Gu felt aggrieved; the road to being a henpecked husband is long and arduous~ ************************************ The author says: This story slightly incorporates special abilities with fantasy elements. Every place name, medical term, and jargon used within the context of gambling-stone craft is all fictional. Industry insiders, please do not criticize, thank you!~