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Just imagine peacefully minding your own business at your office—working tirelessly to get a promotion—and bam, you die without even seeing your brother's wedding. Talk about a plot twist. And then, just to add insult to injury, you get reincarnated into a RPG game? Life was not messing around with its plot twists, was it? Not to mention, now the hero and the villain are coming after you? You, the normal, non-magical office worker who was just trying to get a pay raise. That's a dramatic way to start a story! And you ended up in an RPG game? With heroes and villains? Sounds like a wild ride you didn't sign up for. The question is, how are you gonna get yourself out of this mess without getting too entangled in the plot? Stay focused on your peaceful life and avoid those dangerous situations! And maybe try not to run into any more heroes or villains for a while. You've had enough excitement for one reincarnation.

Find a mate. Bear a cub. Save the world. Left stranded on an empty road with nothing but her purse and a broken heart, Lin Wan follows the only direction available to her and walks straight into a world that was never meant for her. The Beast Continent is vast and wild and runs on rules she does not understand, and apparently her body has exactly three hours before it starts shutting down. The solution, according to the cheerful system that just moved into her head, is simple. Find a mate. Bear a cub. Save the world. Problem solved The cold, stripe marked leopard warrior who pulled himself out of a wild pool and looked at her like she was his before she even knew his name was not exactly what she had in mind. But he is what she has. And somehow, in this strange world under a stranger sky, that might be enough.

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."

Updates: Mon, Wed, Fri 7AM GMT --------------------------- Oh no! The demon king, Talo, has lost his fight with the summoned hero! What to do?! Yuliain, the Incubus King and Sinister Sin of Lust, is the only one who can save him by traveling to different worlds, saving the "Tragic Target" by changing their fate and collecting soul scraps that will aid in making his Lord stronger! At least that is what his system, DK01, told him as he died. However, something strange is happening! Each soul scrap he collects from the "tragic target" seems to affect how he thinks about love. Love to an incubus is practically nonexistent, so how come Yu's heart seems to beat faster and his face gets redder with each "tragic target" he helps? From a domineering CEO to a Yandere ex-boyfriend, to even a zombie king, Yu will help them all if it means it will save his Lord!! Giving birth to their kids??? Of course, he would do that! As an Incubus King, it's only natural he would want to birth the children of a handsome and powerful being! See how a slutty incubus hops to different worlds and learns to love while giving birth! The ML is hot and sometimes a green flag-ish and the sex scenes will be interesting!!

[Mature Content || Dark Romance || Drama.] What would you do if your loving husband returned home with a second family he had secretly kept for years? 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, abusive 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 of her own daughter. 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 *

Ravencrest High looks like a prestigious boarding school, but the truth is far from that. Hidden from humans, it is a training ground for young vampires to master self-control. Humans are enrolled alongside them, because they think it’s just an elite academic program. In reality, their presence keeps the vampires in check, providing occasional feeding opportunities under strict supervision. With the humans completely unaware. Lyra Hale is a new transfer student, hoping for nothing more than a fresh start. She expected a normal school environment. Instead, she finds herself surrounded by students who are weird and secretive. Kieran Black is everything Ravencrest warns against. A high-ranking vampire from one of the oldest bloodlines, he doesn’t believe in the rules meant to keep vampires in line. He sees the humans not as protected guests, but as tempting puzzles, and he can’t resist the effect Lyra has on him from the first moment he notices her. Lyra doesn’t know the truth about the school, the vampires, or Kieran. While she tries to survive in the school, Kieran is drawn to her in ways he can’t fully control. With the school having so much unbendable rules, even the authority can’t be trusted. And the most dangerous person on campus might also be the only one willing to protect her. At Ravencrest, temptation is constant, and love may be the most dangerous mistake of all. `•`•`•|`•`•`•|`•`•`•|`•`•`• [Excerpt] Lyra was halfway down the east corridor, Ravencrest always felt different at night. She hugged her books closer to her chest and stopped when she turned a corner, someone stood at the end of the hall. One foot was propped up behind him, hands in his pockets, head slightly tilted. His eyes locked onto hers, dark and intense, like he had been waiting for her. The hallway suddenly felt smaller and tighter. “Kieran.” “You’re really good at pretending I don’t exist.” “Maybe because you keep showing up where you’re not supposed to be.” His eyes dropped to her lips for half a second before going back to her face. She took a step back as he stepped closer and she froze the second his hand closed over her wrist. Then just as her heart threatened to leap out of her chest, his thumb brushed against the delicate skin of her wrist. His touch sent a shock of warmth through her, a feeling she couldn’t quite figure out no matter how hard she tried. She tried to pull back, but before she could, he tugged her closer and suddenly, the space between them disappeared. Every instinct screamed to push him away, to step back, but she couldn’t. He was just too close. “Kieran…” she whispered, voice trembling. The faintest smirk tugging at the corner of his lips, and those enticing grey eyes that she felt drawn in every second she look at him, like gravity itself had shifted. The way he held her wrist and the way his thumb brushed against them, it was everything but safe. "What are you doing?" "I could kiss you." ***** Cover art is not mine. Full credit goes to the original creator.

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?

Kira 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. *** Derek Wolfe 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. P.S: This is a slow-burn love story.

It's really hard when people are against your relationship with the person you love. even if you tried to run away except you don't care, you will still have a second thought. And that second will never fail to make you think every problem you face I'd a sign that you are not meant to be. ________________ " What are you doing here. I told you to stay away from my son. Look at yourself, what makes you think you deserve my son." Mrs. Kate said. "Please I just want to talk to Andrew. Please I promise to leave after I talk to him. Stephenie begged. Mrs Kate smirked and got out of the car.

I was once human, I got kidnapped because I had genes that one crazy scientist was looking for, and his experiment turned me into a supernatural, first lab-made super werewolf. I escaped before they got to do their experiment finish and I found my pack, run by Adam Hauptman. I had someone to protect me. Then my life came Damon Salvatore, he became my everything, my husband, my doctor, my biological half even. But he was not perfect. Inside he had an evil twin called Damien and that one wanted to torture me. he wanted to rip our love apart, to drive us apart. I grew as a woman, I became a leader of my organization, wife, and almost hero, but where I saved so many, I also lost so man. This is my story, life with Damon, our lovestory.

In her past life she loved him with everything she had only to be betrayed discarded and left to die. When she wakes up five years ago right before signing divorce papers she has one goal never let him touch her again. She builds her empire outshines every rival and finds herself wanted by the city's most powerful man. But the ex-husband who once threw her away is now begging at her door tears streaming down his face. "I made a mistake... Please take me back." Her smile is cold. Too late, CEO. I'm not that girl anymore.

What are the chances an orphan goes from scrubbing floors to becoming a Duchess in forty-eight hours? 100%— I would know because it happened to me. Only I wish I had a choice. Because the man I'm supposed to call "father," Baron Tobias Fletcher, sold me off like livestock the moment he found me. Nineteen years of wondering where I came from, and this is how it ends? Not with a family. Not with answers. With a wedding contract and a husband who never removes his mask. The Duke of Wellspring. Nevan Wilder. Every fiancée before me? Dead. Mad. Or gone — vanished like they never existed. They say he kills his brides the night they see what's underneath. So shame on me for thinking meeting my father would finally end my misery. And shame on me twice — because when the Duke took my hand in that ballroom, his touch ice-cold and impossibly gentle, I didn't feel fear. I felt something worse. I felt safe. Now I'm trapped in his estate, married to a man the whole kingdom fears, and the more I uncover, the less anything makes sense. Because if Nevan truly kills his brides — why is he trying so desperately to keep me alive? And whatever he's hiding beneath that mask? It's not the thing I should be afraid of.

Three years ago, the Zahryssar Empire saved the Northern Kingdom of Thalryn from absolute annihilation. In gratitude—and desperation—Duke Veyrhold of Thalryn swore a vow to the Coiled Throne: he would send a bride to the Serpent Emperor. But gratitude soon turned to fear. The ruler of Zahryssar, Zeramet Karash, Prime Alpha of a bloodline, was rumored to be a monster—the Serpent King who wiped out his own bloodline, a ruler no consort had ever survived, and a sovereign who could erase a person’s very identity. No omega stepped forward and the promise remained unfulfilled. Until Zahryssar demanded payment. “If I could save your kingdom,” the Emperor declared, “I can erase it just as easily.” With war threatening once more and innocent lives at stake, the Duke made a final choice to send his own omega daughter—only to be refused by her; she chose death over being sent to a monster. And then, his son stepped forward. Levin Veyrhold, Alpha heir of House Veyrhold—warrior, future heir of Veyrhold—offered himself instead. No Omega could survive the Serpent Emperor… but perhaps an Alpha could. In a world where vows are law, power is biology, and love is the most dangerous defiance of all, can Levin Veyrhold survive the serpent emperor?

At nineteen, Emily was married off to a cold-hearted billionaire as collateral for her father while he works to pay the debt. The deal was simple: Five years as Tony Torredo’s wife… then her freedom. Now the five years is ended but Tony refuses to let her go. Emily’s life becomes even more complicated when her husband’s dangerously charming nephew arrives. Alex Torredo quickly sees the truth behind her perfect marriage, and unlike everyone else, he refuses to look away. What begins as stolen glances soon turns into a forbidden desire. As Emily fights for the freedom she was promised, with Alex as the only man willing to stand beside her, she realizes that escaping Tony Torredo may be far more dangerous than staying. Because men like Tony don’t like losing what belongs to them. And the Torredo family doesn’t forgive betrayal.

18+ MATURE CONTENT WARNING This story contains heavy explicit smut, knotting, breeding, scent marking, dubious consent, possessive Alpha behavior, and mpreg. Not suitable for readers under 18. Eric Hart has spent five years preparing for revenge. The ruthless Alpha CEO, Charles Damien, destroyed his family, and Eric intends to return the favor. Hiding his true nature as an Omega, Eric suppresses his scent and infiltrates Charles’s company as a Beta, securing a position as his personal secretary. His goal is simple: get close, gain trust, uncover his secrets… and bring him down. But the plan doesn’t hold. From their very first encounter, Charles notices something off. And when Eric’s carefully controlled disguise begins to slip, the truth is exposed far sooner than expected. Charles doesn’t expose him. He doesn’t push him away. Instead, he keeps him close. Watching. Testing. Waiting. Forced into a corner, Eric makes a dangerous decision. If he can no longer hide what he is… then he’ll use it. What began as calculated infiltration turns into a risky game of control, where seduction becomes a weapon and every step forward pulls him deeper into Charles’s world. But Charles is not a man who loses control. And the more Eric tries to manipulate him, the more the balance shifts. Because this is no longer just about revenge. It’s about dominance, instinct… and who will break first. As the line between strategy and desire begins to blur, Eric is faced with a choice he never planned for: Destroy the Alpha who ruined his life… or lose himself to the one man he was never meant to want.

In Magnolia, a mysterious art thief moves between the city’s elegant art scene and its brutal underworld. As a detective closes in on him and a possessive protector refuses to let him go, the hunt quickly turns into something far more dangerous. Whispering Frames is a dark MM romance filled with art magic, hidden identities, obsession, and intense cat-and-mouse tension.

“Everything is loud, Zhi’er,” Xinyuan murmured, voice low. “It’s only quiet when you touch me.” °° In his past life, Shen Ran was a hitman forced into the underworld by crushing debt after borrowing money to pay for his mother’s cancer treatment. Even after years of bloodshed, it wasn’t enough. She died anyway. On the night of his final job, just as he thought he would finally be free, Shen Ran was betrayed and shot in the head by his own boss. He expected death. Instead, he woke up in the body of Lin Wenzhi. A minor, forgettable character in a guideverse BL novel he had read the night before. A cannon fodder. A B-rank guide who appeared only three times and died the third. In this world, rifts tear open the sky, monsters pour through, and humanity survives through Espers and Guides. But the story doesn’t end in salvation. It ends in destruction. Because the male lead, a Disaster-Class Esper, eventually loses control and wipes out the entire universe. Knowing this, Shen Ran makes a simple decision. As Lin Wenzhi, he will stay out of the plot, avoid the main characters drama, and live quietly for as long as possible. Eat. Sleep. Work less. Survive. Unfortunately, fate has other plans. During a compatibility test, Lin Wenzhi is matched with the most dangerous Esper alive. Shao Xinyuan. Compatibility: 107%. The original protagonist’s compatibility? 97%. Which should have been enough. But Shao Xinyuan doesn’t care. He chooses Lin Wenzhi. Now, the cannon fodder who wanted nothing to do with the story is bound to the man destined to destroy it. And worse, Shao Xinyuan isn’t letting him go. ***** Cover created by KiXxX

The world knows her as Aven Ray-a star who has everything. But the day she signs her divorce, everything changes. A strange book.A single moment. And suddenly- She's no longer Aven Ray. She's Elara. A maid in a royal palace. No power. No fame. No control. And him?The man she was ready to leave- is now the king. Cold. Untouchable. And still infuriating. But there's one thing that hasn't changed- She refuses to bow. "I refuse this role."

In a fog-drenched London studio, renowned artist David Vane completes his final masterpiece: Zoya. But Zoya is not just a painting; she is a living enigma, unaware of her own origins or why David’s touch feels like a command. Zoya soon discovers a terrifying truth—she is the result of a forbidden experiment, a "masterpiece" crafted in a laboratory of shadows. As she uncovers the dark history of Blackwood Manor and the creator obsessed with immortality, she finds herself trapped in a war between human soul and digital control. With a hive-mind threatening to erase humanity and David’s own secrets hanging in the balance, Zoya must decide: Is she a puppet destined to be a ghost in the machine, or can she forge a soul of her own? In a world of stolen memories and dark obsessions, one masterpiece is about to break the frame. Are you ready to witness the truth behind the canvas?

At twenty‑nine, she was the youngest CEO in the tech industry—NetVault Security had gone from small startup to Fortune 500 in just six years. The media called her a prodigy. Her board called her unstoppable. Her therapist called her alexithymic. Unable to understand or describe her own emotions. The elevator chimed. Elara didn’t look up. Only one person had after‑hours access. “You’re late,” she said. “The investor meeting is in twelve hours. Did you review the—” “I’m not here about the meeting.” … “Ugh.” Elara lost her life that day at the hands of her mentor and adoptive father. By the next morning, the same people who once called her a genius and praised her to the sky were calling her a coward who killed herself to escape scandal. Then Elara woke up. Not in her office. Not in a hospital. In a different world. In a different body. She was now Elara, the Fourth Princess of this so‑called great kingdom—only to find that this princess was an utter pushover, completely useless in everyone’s eyes. No one feared her. No one respected her. Even her own palace was full of other people’s spies. How is Elara supposed to survive this palace battle, when seven princesses fight in the shadows and she’s known as the weakest one? And can she ever escape this place… or will she decide to win instead? … … “Your Highness, please… ugh…” The leash of light around Mahir’s neck—the head of the knights—tightened with a soft pull. His face flushed red, and not from pain. “Princess, here.” Ken, the strongest beast knight, knelt closer and held out a small pill between his fingers, guiding it gently to Elara’s lips. “Swallow it,” he said quietly. “You used too much power today.” On the floor below the bed, three beastmen knelt in a row, broad shoulders tense, ears twitching, their eyes fixed on her with dazed focus. Thin, glowing leashes of magic ran from their collars to the bands at Elara’s wrists. “Please…” Ken’s voice dropped, rough and a little hoarse. “Put your foot here.” He touched his gloved hand to his chest. “On me.” Elara sighed, half annoyed, half amused, and rested her foot lightly on his armored chest. All three of them drew in a sharp breath at the same time, faces turning even redder as the magic between them flared. Their eyes—gold, amber, and deep brown—looked up at her with the same lost, devoted gaze.