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Seated upon the obsidian throne carved from the bones of forgotten kings, Queen Sahira gazes with haunted authority. Her crimson hair cascades like spilled wine over blood-red robes etched in ancient runes. Veins of power glow faintly beneath her skin, a testament to the forbidden blood magic she commands. Shadows of the past; faceless, whispering, watching; loom behind her, remnants of the souls bound to her rise. This is the heart of Sahirra's power: beauty cloaked in terror, a legacy soaked in sacrifice. Her silence speaks of kingdoms ruled, rebellions crushed, and a destiny darker than prophecy ever dared whisper. Inspired by the Dune, The poppy war and Avatar

I want to have sex before I die. I’m Blossom, 19, lying in a hospital bed with a monster tumor strangling my heart—advanced cardiac angiosarcoma. The doctors say I have one month left, maybe less. Every breath hurts, every heartbeat feels borrowed, and my body is fading faster than I can accept. But there’s one thing I can’t stop thinking about: I’ve never been touched. Never kissed properly. Never felt a man’s hands on me, never known what it’s like to be wanted, desired, loved in that raw, physical way. My friends talk about their boyfriends—their sex, their closeness—and it aches so deep I can barely breathe. I don’t want to die a virgin. I don’t want to leave this world without ever feeling that intimacy, that connection, even if it’s just once. So I told my best friends. They’re trying everything—finding someone gentle, someone safe, someone who won’t run from my sickness. I’m terrified. Shy. Guilty. But I’m begging for it with everything I have left. Because if I’m going to die soon… I want to feel alive first. Just once. Before the end.

Was the body a person—or the soul itself? Since the day Lìngxiāo was born, he carries a strange condition that never lets him show pain or anger. As an independent exorcist with no controler clan above him, He roams the land with two burning aims: to save the common people from darkness, and to clear his own name—from his own father's murder. was he even killed or just another betrayal of the eyes? One day his hometown Yún Xi, calls him back. A town haunted by a Red Robe Ghost—where no exorcist has survived. Or were they simply removed Carefully? But when Lìngxiāo arrives, silent surprise was waiting. He finds a ghost who knows him. A ghost who wants him—someone who is not quite dead at all. A mystery not older than the town this time. Yet no one knows it—except the ones who plotted it, sitting among them all along. within his discovery, he realized: the ghost did not stumbled upon him. It used every single way to make him return to this land. Most importantly—there was more then one mastermind behind all. The unknown one seems above the main other too. Now he must find the secret buried in Yún Xi's soil, and the ghost's history which is the reason of everyone's hunting death. He came to kill the spirit but stayed to make it his Groom. Author's Note: Extremely sorry for being irregular before. But now I will try my best to give you chapters that feel satisfying and seen. Two per day. Do support us. Something big is waiting♡. This is a side novel—a thread in the larger Tearstone world. It stands alone, but it also carries the echo of something bigger. I hope you enjoy the journey.♡

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~

IMPORTANT NOTE: Please be known that this book wouldn't have made it this far without the support my dear writing buddy Rachel E. Canton who is a great writer of SINS OF THE SERAPHIM - https://www.webnovel.com/book/sins-of-the-seraphim_26438336605116805 and Derek J. Perna To Rachel & Derek, Thank you for everything! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ When the last heir of Ardel lost everything, fate would bring her to her rightful protector. Anna Adhemar, the forgotten princess, found herself betrayed by the Regent. Hunted by the Bargesians and the ruthless slave traders, she desperately fled for her life. Rescued by a mysterious man, her newfound safety was short-lived as she succumbed to a potent aphrodisiac. Then, she awoke in the arms of the fearsome Knight Commander of Gerhard, stripped bare, in a foreign kingdom. Fear, confusion, and a sense of profound devastation enveloped her. But the man before her declared, "I am your husband. I married you last night." Then, with unwavering determination, he vowed, " You're my woman now. No one can hurt my woman." --- Kyren Raychard, the Crown Prince who had chosen to forsake the throne and become celibate, led the Knights of Gerhard to safeguard his kingdom’s border from slave trading activities. Outside his camp, he found Anna poisoned and delirious. The healer informed him of the only cure, of which he must race against time to give and honour her. For the first time, he felt an overwhelming instinct to protect and claim her as his own. Unaware of his deepening affection, he belatedly realised his feelings as he stood on the brink of losing her. Bound by a soul-binding spell, their fates intertwined…

Five years ago, Nina Hale lost everything… her family, her reputation, and the man she once loved. Betrayed by her own sister and abandoned by those she trusted most, she disappeared without a trace. Now she’s back. With a new identity and a burning determination, Nina is ready to reclaim her life and chase the dream she once gave up: becoming a star actress. But her return awakens old enemies, and her scheming sister Lydia is determined to ruin her again. Just when Nina thinks things can’t get worse, she’s caught in another trap… and unexpectedly crosses paths with a quiet, lonely little boy. Ethan Grant hasn’t spoken in years. Feeling responsible for him, Nina agrees to stay and help the child come out of his shell. But she didn’t expect Ethan’s dangerously charming father, Lucas Grant, to enter the picture. Cold, powerful, and impossible to read, Lucas slowly finds himself drawn to the woman who brightens his son’s world. What begins as a simple act of kindness soon turns into something far more complicated, because Nina came back for revenge. She never planned to fall in love. ********** “I shouldn’t be here,” Nina whispered, even as she stayed rooted in place. Lucas stepped closer, slow and deliberate, his presence closing the distance between them. “Then why are you?” Her breath hitched when his fingers brushed hers—light, almost accidental, but it lingered. “This isn’t part of the deal.” “Maybe it should be.” His gaze dropped to her lips, dark and intent. “You don’t even like me,” she said, though her voice softened. “That’s not the problem.” “Then what is?” He leaned in, close enough for his voice to turn low, intimate. “That I want you anyway.” “Lucas…” Her hand pressed lightly against his chest, but she didn’t push him away. His eyes held hers, unwavering. “Use me, Nina.”

PS: THIS IS NOT A SYSTEM BOOK Camilla Hudson was the world’s most sought-after assassin, known only as "The Black Widow." After years of bloodshed, hunting down corrupt politicians, she finally collected her final paycheck, laid down her sniper and prepared for a peaceful retirement of luxury and... WebNovels. But when her favorite story is left on a brutal cliffhanger, Camilla does what any frustrated reader would do: she trashes the author in the comments. "I could do a better job than this!" The Universe took her literally. Transmigrated into the body of the pathetic, love-crazed Lady Camilla, the female lead who just attempted suicide over a divorce. To return to her world, she must give the book an ending and mark it completed. Her plan? Sign the papers, take the money, and leave or she would be stuck inside the story forever. However, she’s been granted a terrifying new perk—The Cursed Tongue. Every "bad" word she utters becomes a reality. But there’s a secret perk she doesn't know about: Lord Damon can hear every single one of her murderous, sarcastic thoughts. The General, who once overlooked his clingy wife, is now terrified, intrigued, and utterly obsessed with the "new" Camilla. As she tries to sprint toward a "Happily Ever After" (and a quick exit), the General suddenly tears up the divorce papers. "You want to leave, wife? Over my dead body." Can Camilla write her own ending when the Male Lead refuses to follow the script?

[Trigger Warning: This semi dark fantasy romance contains few mature themes.] SYNOPSIS: •A WORLD BUILT ON LIES• Long ago, humans lived unaware of the supernatural beings hidden among them—werewolves with their primal instincts, witches whispering spells in the dark, and elves with their ancient, watchful eyes. For centuries, they coexisted in fragile silence. Then, everything shattered. Near the shadow-drenced woods of the Shadow pack kingdom, human traveler stumbled upon a gruesome scene: an old woman’s lifeless body, her skin ashen, her wounds gaping like accusations. A few paces away lay a dead werewolf, its throat ripped open, its muzzle still flecked with blood. The truth was undeniable—monsters walked among them. Fear ignited war. Humans, armed with fire and steel, hunted the supernatural races. Witches and elves were dragged into the slaughter, their homes burned, their people butchered. The bloodshed raged until King Alfred V of the Amethyst Kingdom stood before the four Werewolf Kings—Silverhowl, Crimsonheart, Shadow, and Atlassian —and offered a deal drenched in poison. A sacrifice for peace. Every twenty years, each human family would surrender a daughter to the werewolves. And in return, the future Alpha Kings must wed a human—or the war would reignite. The werewolves agreed. The witches and elves retreated, their hatred festering like an open wound. The world remained fractured, its peace a fragile lie. --- •THE PROPHECY OF FIRE• In the hidden Blaze Tribe, where crimson eyes burned like embers, the seer Prophetia foresaw annihilation. "Our people will fall," she rasped, her voice trembling. "But from the ashes, a girl will rise—the one who will bring true peace… and the one they will slaughter for it." The tribe made a desperate pact. They would cast a spell—a curse of forgotten memory—erasing their existence from the world’s mind. Their souls would be the price, but their legacy would live on in Ovelia, the child of prophecy. The night the Blaze Tribe fell, Ovelia’s parents hid her in the whispering forest, their hands shaking as they sealed a goddess—Firera—inside her infant body. Then, they turned to face their doom. --- •FATE’S CRUEL WHISPER• Ace Draven—half-werewolf, half-witch prince of Silverhowl—had never believed in destiny. Until he found a crying infant in the forest. His wolf, Fenrir, howled in recognition. A crimson thread shimmered between them—mates. But Firera, watching from within Ovelia’s soul, snarled. "She’s a child. This is too soon." With a flick of her wrist and spell, she tore the memory from Ace’s mind, leaving only an empty ache in his chest. --- •TWENTY YEARS LATER: A SACRIFICE IGNITES• Ovelia has spent her life as a slave, raised by the cruel mayor of Timberline Village—a man who would gladly sacrifice her to spare his own daughter. The night of the sacrifice, the air reeks of damp earth and iron. Torches flicker as the werewolves emerge from the shadows. And then—Ace Draven steps forward. Their eyes meet. Fenrir *howls*. Ace’s claws unsheathe, his breath ragged. He doesn’t understand why his wolf is clawing at his ribs, why his pulse hammers at the sight of this stranger. But the bond between them burns hotter than vengeance. Ovelia doesn’t know him. He doesn’t recognize her. And yet, their souls scream in unison.

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......

Stella Sterling, born into wealth, had always followed the rules. Jaded by the hypocrisy of high society, she suddenly had a whim one day to have an ordinary romance. Thus, a fabricated rumor that Stella Sterling had spent a fortune to hire a Matchmaker from a dating site to find her a partner quickly spread through her circles. Those on good terms with her teased and watched the fun. Those on bad terms with her waited to see her become a joke. Later, an employee from the dating website revealed, "The company was acquired with an investment from a Vicenzan tycoon, and the profile of a certain female member with the surname Sterling was hidden overnight." The public speculated wildly about the identities of the Vicenzan tycoon and the female member with the surname Sterling. - Later on, a candid street photo that was accidentally captured went viral. In the dense night of The Spire on Vesper Island— Beside a Benz, a handsome, composed, and dignified man lifted a striking beauty in a red dress with one arm, pressing her against the car door and lowering his head for a deep kiss. In the faint light and shadow, the woman's flowing hair was swept by the wind, wrapping around the man's finger, which wore a pinky ring. Like a footnote to a romance, and even more like a vintage film frame etched into the axis of time. Someone immediately dug up the man's identity based on clues from the photo. The eldest son of Vicenza's Rhodes Family—low-profile and inscrutable, cold and untamable, and also the powerful contemporary authority of The Vesper Circle. And the alluring, glamorous belle by his side was none other than Stella Sterling. When the street photo spread to the mainland, everyone excitedly exclaimed: "The case is solved, the case is solved—"

"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...

At her adoptive parents' home, she toiled without complaint and tried her best to please them, only to be treated like dirt. After becoming a substitute bride, she turned her life around and was treasured by Mr. Davenport. She regained her confidence, unexpectedly shot to fame, and with her pregnancy, the one-year contract eventually became null and void… "Since you're pregnant, just have the baby. I can afford to raise it." "Are you trying to break the contract?" Unexpectedly, he whispered in her ear, "Don't you like me even a little?" She froze, admitting to herself that her heart was moved… This man before her protected and doted on her at every moment, cleared the obstacles set by her adoptive parents, searched for her birth parents, and supported her career, watching her shine magnificently. His former coldness toward everyone was now replaced by a tenderness devoted entirely to her. "This is our home. With me here, you don't have to worry so much." A "home" was her obsession, the very thing she had longed for and striven for all these years. The high walls she had built crumbled under his promise and protection…

“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."

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!"

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!~

"Even in death, you won't escape from me." His voice was terrifying, but his deep blue eyes held affection and obsession. In this second chance at life, Selena Kensington was determined to break free from her past destiny. So, she willingly became the 'wife of a monster.' Rumor had it that the eldest grandson of the Norwood family was ruthless and violent, with countless murders attributed to him. He was said to be obsessively possessive and would go to great lengths to get anything he set his sights on. But Selena Kensington wasn't afraid of him, as she had seen the most terrifying side of him at her own grave. That man had stood by her grave, his eyes filled with emotions she couldn't comprehend as he said, "We were destined to be involved with each other." After her rebirth, at a banquet hosted by the Norwood family, the cold and noble man naturally bent down in front of his wife, gently massaging her slightly swollen heels, indulgently saying, "She's delicate and cares a lot about her appearance."

(This is a love story disguised with abuse!) "Mia Lowder is just a waste!" "Mia Lowder is too vicious, she framed her sister and even hit her own mother." "A person like her should just get out of Falwood." At a banquet, everyone surrounded Mia Lowder, who was sitting in a wheelchair, and cursed her. Suddenly, the cold and ruthless Mr. Grant appeared, protecting her in his arms, "She is my wife, damn it! Anyone who dares to touch her, try it!" Four years ago, she became crippled because of him and left Falwood in despair. Four years later, she insists on marrying him. Everyone was waiting for Benjamin Grant to abandon her again, but no one knew that Mr. Grant had set a trap for a full four years, just so she could return to his side. Soon after, he spoiled Mia Lowder to the extreme, to the point of obsession. Only then did the people of Falwood realize that Mr. Grant was unwell, and pampered his wife recklessly!

Strong Female CEO vs. Hidden Tycoon in Disguise In her past life, Charlotte Allison built a business empire—until betrayal left her ruined and presumed dead. Reborn, she cuts loose her toxic fiancé, boots her scheming relatives, and reclaims the throne. Everyone whispers that her fragile new boyfriend is just a rebound… until Lucas Quinn steps out of the shadows. At a high-society banquet, lights dim on rumors of the reclusive Quinn patriarch—reportedly frail and ruthless. Lucas strides in, razor-sharp and very much alive, eyes locked on Charlotte. Lucas Quinn: The man everyone thinks is after her fortune. Only he knows it began with one shared candy bar, one rooftop rose, one midnight firework—each spark forging a love he never planned. Charlotte thought she’d tamed a gentle wolf; turns out she’s sleeping with the alpha.

For money, Jin Jumo "signed" herself to the business tycoon Rong Mochen, for a period of one year. Upon their first meeting, the man's voice was icy, "I like women who keep their place, understand?" "Yes." Jin Jumo nodded lightly. So, Jin Jumo always adhered to her place, tightly locking her heart away, never crossing the line. If there was anything in her relationship with Rong Mochen that Jin Jumo hadn't anticipated, it would be... --- "Mr. Rong, our contract expired a week ago." Jin Jumo lightly curved her lips, giving a smile that didn't reach her eyes as she looked at the man in front of her. "So?" "So, Mr. Rong, are you playing rogue now?" Jin Jumo gritted her teeth. "Hmm..." Rong Mochen frowned, leisurely raising his head to look at Jin Jumo, "Is my daughter behaving well in your belly?" "It's not even two months, how do you know it's definitely a daughter..." Wait... Jin Jumo's eyes widened in terror, she hadn't told him she was pregnant... Rumor had it, a car accident targeting Z City tycoon Rong Mochen resulted in the death of a seven-month-pregnant woman. Rumor had it, after the accident, the Rong Family's president underwent a drastic change, becoming ruthless and fierce from being coldly indifferent. Rumor had it, the person killed in the accident was the person closest to Rong Mochen's heart. --- Four years later. "Brother, do we really need to find a new boyfriend for Mommy?" The little bun bit his chubby fingers, looking at the little boy beside him who was slightly taller. "Yes." The boy squinted, his gaze coldly fixed on the televised global sensation of the Rong Family's president's luxurious engagement ceremony. "But didn't Brother say that the old man named Rong is our real dad?" Jin Jumo, who had just stepped into the house, was nearly collapsing inside. How did the two little guys know Rong Mochen was...

One morning, Gu Tiantian wakes up to find her innocence gone—and her temper flaring. Every time she glares at him, cheeks flushed with outrage, Bai Chenyao cocks an eyebrow. “You don’t want this?” he asks, voice cool. “I never did!” she snaps. His only rule: her consent is optional; his desire is not. Cue Gu Tiantian’s inner scream: Then why even ask, you iceberg?! PS: A genius CEO with zero EQ VS. a lovable, scatter-brained clerk. He thinks courtship is a hostile takeover; she thinks love shouldn’t come with fine print. Sparks fly, clothes vanish, and the “free pie” she never ordered keeps biting back—hilariously, endlessly, deliciously.