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Willow wakes in a hospital bed injured, medicated, and alone. She is informed that her life, as she understood it, ended weeks earlier. Her fiancé is there. Calm. Controlled. He explains that they broke up before the accident and that the separation was mutual. He says he remained by her side only out of decency. He is already involved with someone else, his boss’s daughter, and speaks as though this version of events has always been established fact. No one in the room challenges him. The doctors attribute Willow’s disbelief to concussion and trauma. Nurses lower their voices and repeat the same explanation with careful reassurance until it becomes official, documented, and final. Each repetition strips away her certainty, replacing memory with doubt. When Willow looks to the one person who could contradict him, she finds no relief. Her fiancé’s closest friend, a man who has never hidden his dislike for her, says nothing. He offers a brief nod that confirms the narrative without words. With that single gesture, the past is closed. Every detail they present contradicts what Willow knows she lived. Weeks have been erased. Conversations have been rewritten. A relationship has been reassigned without her consent. If she resists, she will be labeled unstable, emotional, and unreliable. She will be the only one insisting that reality has been altered. So Willow stays silent. Within that silence, something colder begins to take shape. She begins to question why her fiancé needed the past rewritten at a moment when she cannot safely object. She begins to wonder why his closest friend chose this precise moment to agree. She begins to realize that decisions were made about her while she lay unconscious and defenseless. The Quietest Knife is a dark psychological romance centered on gaslighting, betrayal, and power disguised as care. It follows a slow, deliberate descent into manipulation, control, and revenge, where harm is inflicted quietly and authority wears the mask of concern. This is not a story about forgetting. It is a story about being rewritten calmly, professionally, and without resistance.

On that Halloween night in 1981, the Killing Curse did more than just rebound. When Voldemort turned his wand toward the crib, he didn't just meet Lily’s sacrifice; he met the gaze of infant Ana. As the curse struck Harry, a surge of raw, accidental magic erupted from Ana—a silent, subconscious command for the intruder to cease. The backlash left Harry with his scar, but it left Ana with something deeper: a voice that resonated with the frequency of the Imperius curse, fused into her very soul. Harry recognized Ana’s "Influence" long before they knew the word for magic. He became her primary translator and her physical barrier. Because Ana’s voice could accidentally make a teacher walk out of a room or a bully hand over his shoes, she learned to stay silent. When the Hogwarts letters arrived, addressed to Mr. H. Potter and Miss A. Potter, the Dursleys’ resistance crumbled instantly. One look from Ana, her silver-tinted eyes wide with a silent plea to leave, and Vernon handed the letters over without a fight. As they headed toward Diagon Alley, Harry clutched Ana’s hand tightly. He knew the wizarding world would be even more dangerous. In a castle full of magic, Ana wouldn't just be a sister; she would be a Queen everyone wanted to serve, and Harry was the only one determined to keep her human.

Anna thought her life ended the moment she saw her husband, Daniel Clafford, in the arms of her sister. She had already lost her unborn child something Daniel never even noticed and now, with her last shred of hope shattered, she decided to leave quietly. But fate was cruel. Before she could walk away, she was pushed off the balcony of the Clafford estate. Only… she didn’t die. When she opened her eyes again, she was back on the day of her wedding, her sister having run away and Anna forced to take her place as the replacement bride. This time, Anna swore things would be different. No love. No expectations. No more foolish devotion to a husband who only brought her heartbreak and cold indifference. Yet something is wrong. The Daniel of this life isn’t the same man she remembers. He refuses to ignore her, refuses to let her go, and most shockingly—refuses to divorce her. “I’m telling you, Anna. Stop bringing divorce into our conversations,” Daniel warned, his voice taut. His heart ached, but seeing her unyielding expression made his resolve crumble. With trembling hands, he cupped her face and whispered: “Please… give me a chance. I promise I’ll love you right this time.” But Anna only laughed bitterly. To her, Daniel Clafford was still the same man—wicked, calculating, dangerous. He married her with a motive. And now he dared beg her to stay? Dream on, Daniel Clafford. Because this time… Anna was determined to make him taste his own medicine.

I swore never to return to this territory…… not after him “Alpha king Rhage” my best friend’s father………. my biggest fear…….. and now my biggest problem. The night our paths crossed something snaps inside us. I shouldn’t want him………. He’s forbidden, older, his wolf “Hades” a ruthless beast. I’m human, I can’t have a mate but the way my body reacts says otherwise. The monster I feared my whole life is claiming me and worse? I want him to.

Trapped by an unfair contract, Eva was determined to do whatever it took to end the contract and ensure it ended with her alone, but she never expected to be sent to the enemy as a spy. “Nothing complicated,” they said. “Yeah right.” How was she going to find a man even her so-called ‘boss’ couldn't find? But left no other choice, she set off, following the instructions given to her, searching high and low not knowing the one she sought was right beside her. The man whose presence lit up her day and made butterflies flutter in her stomach even when he didn't mean to. Yes, Eva fell in love. And now? Eva was trapped between dangerous organizations, one has her heart and the other a contract that could ruin everything all over again *** Excerpt: “You hate me now, don't you?” Eva said as she pulled on the jacket, trying to cover as much of herself as possible. Trying to suppress the emotions that threatened to shatter her to pieces. Her eyes darted towards the man who had his back to her. He couldn't even bring himself to look at her. She thought, biting her lip. “I understand if you don't want to have anything to do with me anymore. I promise to disappear from your sight. You'll never see me again…” “Eva…” his voice sliced through the dark room that was barely illuminated by the moonlight, cutting her mid sentence. Her breath hitched at the edginess his tone carried. Eva held her breath when he turned, his broad back slowly shifting until he stood facing her. She almost couldn't look him in the eyes, afraid of what she would see. Those steely grey orbs that always seem to stare into her soul were even more unreadable now. “Come here, Eva,” his tone suddenly changed, losing its sharp edge. “What?” When she took longer processing his words, he took a step towards her while she instinctively took a step back. Seeing that, he stopped and held her gaze. “Come here, Eva,” he repeated, his voice becoming firmer, an order she was compelled to obey. With both hands clutching tightly to the oversized jackets, she took slow and staggering steps towards him. Her heels clicking on the tiled floor with each step and the silence of the room amplifying them. She felt bare under his intense gaze but she couldn't stop her legs from moving towards him. She knew he could be frightening, but this was the first time she had ever faced this side of him. Yet, her legs still moved, obeying his command. “I… I promise… I won't…” “Keep moving, Eva,” he ordered again when her steps slowed down as she started talking. Eva gulped but did as he ordered until she was standing a three foot distance from him. Unable to hold his gaze, she stared down at her feet. The red straps of her heels now an eyesore but she would rather look at them than at his eyes. Or face. “In your eyes, am I that shallow, Eva?” He asked, his tone calm and calculated. Eva snapped her head up as soon as those unexpected words left his lips.

One night, black tarot cards begin appearing in the hands, mailboxes, and locked rooms of chosen individuals across the world—each branded with a name already etched into fate. At midnight, the chosen are dragged into The Covenant, an inter-dimensional survival game of horror instances, each ruled by a sentient tarot card. Clear the trial bound to your card, or become part of the next deck. The cards are not random. They are judgments. Criminal psychologist Liang Zeyan receives The High Priestess (Upright)—keeper of hidden truths. Calm, precise, and unreadable, he has built a career profiling fractured minds while concealing his own shadow, Yanluo—ruthless, hyper-aware, and violently protective. Inside The Covenant, Yanluo grows stronger, as if the system recognizes him. Psychology student Shen Wuyou draws The Fool (Reversed)—traditional tarot often symbolizes recklessness or foolish risk. But in his case, it represents a man who walks toward the abyss to measure its depth. Detached and unsettlingly perceptive, he studies each lethal instance as if it were a puzzle box. Where others see horror, he sees structure. Where others panic, he experiments. As trials tied to The Lovers, The Devil, and The Tower force betrayal and revelation, Liang’s calculated protection of Shen deepens into obsession. Meanwhile, fragments of a buried myth resurface: the seventy-eight cards are shards of a shattered ancient consciousness—the Arcana Entity—once divided to stop it from overwriting reality. The Covenant is not a game. It is a reassembly ritual.

Alicia Sinclair has been in an arranged marriage with Alexander Blackwood for two years. when she finally thought their marriage was unbreakable, Alexander returned with his model ex girlfriend and asked for a divorce, Alicia's world crumbled and after multiple failed attempts to make him change his mind she decided to leave with her unborn child just for Alexander to be the one begging her to stay." if we had a child would you still want a divorce?""there is no what ifs"she replied coldly .But does she really not have feelings anymore for the man she loved for six years?.

At St. Jude's College of Architecture, Avni is invisible- just another quiet girl the elite students love to step on. But one rainy afternoon, a message appears on her cracked phone. "Does it hurt?" Someone has been watching her. Someone who sees every tear she hides. Someone who promises to make the people who hurt her pay. As Avni gets pulled into a dangerous web of obsession and secrets, two men step into her world- One powerful enough to own the city, and another dark enough to destroy it for her. And the more she learns about the shadow protecting her... The more she wonders if she should be afraid of him. Or afraid of falling for him. Author's Note: Updates will not follow a fixed Sunday schedule, but new chapters will be released regularly. Thank you for your patience and support!

One text at 2:17 AM. The Boy Who Texted Me At 2:17 Riya Sharma is an architecture student in Chicago. She spends her nights buried in sketches and deadlines because the alternative is much worse. Nights are the hardest. Ever since her father died a year ago, the silence after midnight has felt unbearable. There are no more messages asking if she reached home safely. There is no one reminding her to sleep. Then one night, at 2:17 AM, her phone lights up. Unknown Number: Are you awake? She replies. That was her first mistake. The stranger behind the screen seems to know everything. He knows where she is. He knows what she is thinking. He even knows the one secret she has never told anyone. Now the messages keep coming. Watching. Waiting. Getting closer. Riya cannot decide what is more dangerous. Ignoring him… Or falling for him.

To the outside world, Celine Roberts had the most perfect life. Beauty, wealth, fame in the entertainment industry and the love of a prominent fiancee. But that perfection shattered the moment she ran away from her own wedding, leaving her fiancee who everyone considered a prince charming at the altar. But what people didn't see was that her so called prince charming was actually a scumbag who is having an affair with her own step sister. Even when she finds out about his affair he threatens her with her career to force her to marry him, after all marriage with her was great publicity for his career. Left with no choice she walks down the aisle to marry a scumbag until she sets her eyes on a man who reminds her of sin and darkness. Escaping her own wedding leads her into a suite that belongs to the same sinfully handsome man she set eyes on at her wedding a while ago. Driven by a rebellious will and a sudden attraction to this stranger, she shares a single night with him, a night that holds no promise and no commitments. But what happens when that single night not only bears fruit, but also leads to the inability to forget the man who seems to have captivated her entirely. Celine isn't the only one unable to forget, Tristan Grayson never met a woman he couldn't resist until her, never met a woman he couldn't forget until her. Who would have thought that the elusive billionaire who scorns women would be completely enthralled by a one night stand?

As an ordinary person who found herself in another world, Yuna a fanatic reader decided that she is too ordinary and lazy to achieve something big and want to live a leisure and easy live, following the masses and blend in on the new world she found herself in. However, Yuna who thought herself to be quite ordinary tends to accidently create extraordinary things. •Influencing in letting the most feared assassin guild being created •Becoming a legend by creating the most respected Knights •Accidentally led to the establishment of the most devout and pious Temples .......and the list goes on. Yuna who found herself at the centre of it all : "......." Yuna: "I swear I'm only an ordinary person and everything is a mistake! an accident! I don't know anything ༎ຶ⁠‿⁠༎ຶ" Not only that, Yuna also have the knack of attracting all sorts of psychopaths. Psychopath no 1: "I cannot live without you, I won't let you leave me" Psychopath no 2: "You are my God and I am at the mercy of your will" Psychopath no 3: "What do you mean I am free? You are my shackles" Psychopath no 4, 5, 6, 7 : "Master, you cannot abandon us!" Yuna: "Fucking hell, what did I do??? Why Me??? (⁠ ⁠ꈨຶ⁠ ⁠˙̫̮⁠ ⁠ꈨຶ⁠ ⁠)" As a person who is always ordinary, Yuna felt overwhelmed in another world that cannot let her be ordinary! _____________________________________________________________________ Assuming a role of an ordinary person in her previous life but adorn the role of either a God's messanger, Pioneer of Light, Guide, a Path or even the God itself..... A fateful and eventful life of Yuna began in another World. [May the Holy Light be with you] ----------------------------------- English is not my first language and I'm sorry for the inconvenience I cause because of it. Thank you all truly for reading and enjoying it despite the lack.

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

Her blood was liquid gold. The moment it hit the basin, the scent slammed into Prince Dexmon like a charging bull.  A primal urge to mate with her followed, obliterating any concern for timing, place, or consequence.  His heart thundered, caught somewhere between hunger and outright panic. His wolf surged.  Aegon: Mate her. Mate her again. Mark her. In that order.  Dexmon: Absolutely the fuck not.  It took every ounce of control he possessed to hold back.  Meanwhile, she stood there, calm, oblivious to him coming apart at the seams.  The Moon Goddess, it seemed, truly had a twisted sense of humor.   ✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦ [Synopsis] Mate. He knows it instantly. She has no idea. After a year in silver chains, Serena Silverveil's wolf is silent. She escaped Viremont with nothing — no pack, no title, no wolf. Just a sharp mind, a lethal wit, and a refusal to die. A stranger saves her life. She returns the favor without knowing he's the Crown Prince of Drakenfell. But Dexmon is betrothed to Princess Agnes — the daughter of the very tyrant who kept Serena collared. So he stays silent. Agnes will stop at nothing to keep him. Murder, poisonings, dark magic, abductions, and starting a literal war. She ensures everyone in Drakenfell believes Serena is a whore and illiterate. Serena enters the royal ball on another man's arm, wearing the boldest gown in Drakenfell. Dexmon's restraint snaps. But he's not the only one watching. Fin Shadowclaw, the youngest and most powerful Alpha King in Skardos also hears "Mate" when he sees Serena. He marks her. Dexmon's wolf shoves him off and marks over his mark. Two rival Alpha Kings. One mark. And a woman who already had her heart destroyed, now torn between them. Love triangles don't usually involve mass murder. ✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦ Content Warning: This novel contains dark themes, dubcon, abuse, smut, explicit scenes, and morally gray characters. Reader discretion advised.  Tags: love triangle, matebond, war, royal family, betrayal, shifter, queen, underestimated, alpha king, luna

Betrayed by her stepmother, stepsister, fiancé, and even the best friend she trusted the most, Yun Jiao died with hatred burning in her heart. But fate gave her another chance. Reborn years before her tragic end, she decided she would no longer be a pawn in anyone’s game. This time… she would create her own destiny. In the underworld, a mysterious organization called Diva rises overnight. Its leader is ruthless, cunning, and feared by mercenaries across the world. No one knows that the person behind it all… is actually the delicate and sweet Young Heiress of the Yun Family — Yun Jiao. Sitting among fallen assassins with a lollipop between her lips, the girl smiles sweetly. “I’ll ask one last time… who sent you?” But the moment she hears familiar footsteps— “Hubby is here…” The terrifying queen of mercenaries instantly turns into a pitiful little rabbit. “Hubbyyyy… they bullied me…” The assassins lying on the ground with broken limbs: “…?” Meanwhile, the man she calls hubby is Young Master Si Xi. Cold. Ruthless. Decisive. In the business world he is a legend, and in the underworld he is known by a name that makes mercenaries tremble— Lucifer. Yet this terrifying man has only one weakness. His troublesome little wife. And every time she causes trouble, he can only sigh helplessly… Read along and uncover the mysteries behind her rebirth and how it changed the world with her sweet hubby.

[Mature Content || Dark Romance || Drama.] What would you do if your husband comes home with a new daughter and your abusive half-sister as his mistress? That is exactly what happens to Claudia Hoffman. She once believes her life with Miles and their daughter, Aurora, is a romance straight out of a novel. Until the night he walks through the door with Clarissa, her half-sister, and the child they share. They push Claudia aside, dismissing her outrage as madness. Then comes the ultimate betrayal: they frame her for attempted murder on that fateful night. Desperate to clear her name and protect her comatose daughter, Claudia is forced to seek help from the psychiatrist assigned to her case—her devil of an ex, Ray Gatlin, the man she left on bitter terms. Ray is cold, calculating, and dangerously powerful, a certified sociopath with immense wealth, influence, and a decade-old grudge against the woman who once humiliated him. He agrees to help her, but only if she signs a “pet contract” that binds her to him, granting the devil complete control, even over her own body. With no other choice, Claudia signs that insane contract . Now trapped in a dangerous bargain with the man she once loved, she must navigate a twisted game of revenge, obsession, and lingering desire. But as old emotions resurface and buried truths unravel, she discovers something far more terrifying: Ray may have had a hand in her downfall. Can she thaw the heart of a devil and prove her innocence,
Or will she lose herself to the contract she signs? * Commissioned cover art by @durudara Follow and contact me on Instagram: @foreverpupa *

The Valerith Empire claims it is protected by holy saints. That’s funny, considering how disposable people are here. I’m Lior Valen, second son of a Viscount—which is a polite way of saying I’m excess. Well dressed. Well educated and easily sacrificed. I also have a secret that would get me ruined if spoken aloud: I like men. I know this because I’ve lived once before, in a modern world where loving the wrong person didn’t come with a death sentence. That experience taught me an important lesson. Live quietly. Don’t stand out. Survive. Unfortunately, a masquerade ball ruined my entire plan. Because all terrible decisions are made at masquerade balls, someone suggested a game of truth and dare. I accepted a dare. I kissed a stranger. This was, in hindsight, a mistake. Because the stranger was the Monster of the North. Ruler of Skeldryn. Alleged executioner. A man rumored to kill anyone who touches him. I touched him. He did not kill me—which was unexpected. Instead, the monster became interested. Possessively so. He dragged me north, away from a lover who had already replaced me and a court that was more than happy to let me go. I followed—not out of courage, loyalty, or love. I followed because I enjoy being alive. Now I’m in Skeldryn, where saints are unreachable and monsters are persistent, and I’m beginning to suspect that surviving his attention might require more than luck. And possibly an exit strategy.

She has spent her life believing she's cursed - a wolfless embarrassment her father barely tolerates. But when she's forced into a contract marriage with the cold and terrifying Lycan King, she learns the truth is far more deadly. *** He didn't ask for a wife, just a womb for his heir. Emotionless, merciless, and built entirely from brooding muscle and trauma, the Lycan King intends to use her, then send her back where she came from. But when an assassination attempt exposes the lies surrounding her birth, he realises he's married something far more dangerous than a powerless girl.

Natalia is thrown into the furnace of a war she did not choose. With a single decision from her father, Jonathan, the ambition of the eighteen-year-old girl is shattered, transforming into an eternal shackle. It is not merely a marriage, but a deed of ownership to ensure the empire remains within the family boundaries, under the protection of the man whose very existence she loathes: Cedric. A wedding without lights... and a wife in the shadows. Because she has not surpassed the legal age of the elite, and because the scandal might shake the family walls, Natalia is sentenced to be a "secret wife." A marriage imprisoned within the palace walls, forbidden from circulation in the corridors of velvet society. Natalia finds herself forced to live in her uncle Stuart’s house, where she is obliged to share oxygen and space in one room with Cedric; the man who sees in this marriage an insult to his pride and an assassination of his freedom. Behind that locked door, the official masks fall, and the fires of hatred ignite. Cedric... the cruel executioner. Cedric will not settle for silent rejection; instead, he will turn Natalia's days into an organized "hell." Every look is a stab, every word is a spark, and every night they spend in that ill-fated room is a new round of psychological torture.

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