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Clumsy Beast, Keep Your Paws Off

Su Qinglan sat cross-legged on the grass, holding the chubbiest tiger cub she’d ever seen. “Aww… Look at you,” she whispered, booping its tiny nose. “So cute I could eat you up...” A sudden shadow loomed over her. “What’s so good about this stinky cub?” a deep, amused voice asked. She blinked up… and froze. Towering above her was a tall tiger beast man, his golden eyes narrowed in a lazy, predatory smile. “Let’s have ours,” he said. Su Qinglan’s brain short-circuited. … Ours? OURS?! Before she could process, in the next moment she was hoisted up onto his broad shoulder like a sack of grain and carried straight toward the cave. Su Qinglan was so choked by the suddenness of it all… she forgot to even complain. *** Su Qinglan’s knees knocked together as she stared up at the enormous serpent. Its cold, red eyes narrowed, the flick of its tongue tasting the air between them. “D-Don’t eat me,” she stammered, hugging herself. “I...I’m not tasty… really, I’m stringy and full of… uh… bad cholesterol.” The snake’s head lowered until it was mere inches from her face. Her fox ears twitched wildly. And then, before she could blink...its massive body shimmered, scales turning into bronzed skin and lean muscle. Standing before her was a man so breathtakingly handsome that Su Qinglan’s poor fox eyes watered just looking at him. Su Qinglan swallowed hard, her tail fluffing up in panic. “I… I…” Her voice cracked. Okay, new problem… the snake is hot. She squeezed her eyes shut. “If you… if you really want…” She blurted, her face burning, “…y-you can… take me.” *** One moment Su Qinglan was fighting with the zombie king with all her might. Boom! The next, she woke up in a bizarre beast world… inside the body of a lazy, pampered, fat local tyrant everyone hated. The “original” Su Qinglan had been an arrogant, scheming villainess who spent her days bullying weaker beast women, chasing after handsome males, and terrorizing the tribe kids. Now, thanks to fate’s twisted sense of humor, Qinglan had inherited the body and the bad reputation. But honestly? Being fat in a beast world was still better than starving in the apocalypse. At least here, she could eat. The only problem? In this world, men weren’t just men, they were beastmen. Tall, strong, dangerous… And apparently, every beast woman was expected to have several husbands. The catch? The “original” Qinglan’s antics had scared away every decent male within a ten-mile radius. Armed with her apocalyptic survival instincts, a sharp tongue, and a mysterious system that suddenly activated... "Binding with host…" "Congratulations, host, for successfully arriving in the beast world." Qinglan decided she wasn’t going to cry about fate. If she had to live here, then she’d live big, literally.
Violet_Melody99 · 1.5m Views

The Duke's Unwanted Second Wife

**Mature Content** Eilika Wolanski is the eldest daughter of one of Varos’ most respected merchants, but respect has never brought her kindness. A childhood accident left a scar across her cheek, and with it, a cruel label she can never escape. The “Unwanted Woman” of Varos. Mocked in public, pitied in private, and treated like a blemish to be hidden, Eilika grows up learning one painful truth, beauty matters more than character in high society. So when an unexpected marriage proposal arrives from the powerful House of Kingsley, no one believes it is real. The groom is Damian Van Kingsley, the widowed duke of Varos, feared for his cold temperament and admired for his unmatched looks and wealth. Rumors follow him like shadows. He has a secret mistress, a broken heart drowned in alcohol, and worst of all… A son he barely acknowledges. For Eilika, marrying Damian isn’t a dream. It’s the only option left for survival. Damian, once the kingdom’s most desirable nobleman, has been nothing but a hollow man since the death of his first wife. He has abandoned his responsibilities, pushed away his child, and lived with one vow burning in his chest. He will never replace his first wife. To force him back into duty, his mother arranges a second marriage, one he never asked for, and one he refuses to accept. Damian swears he will never touch her , will never look at her and will never treat her as his wife. But Eilika isn’t the greedy noblewoman he expected. She doesn’t ask for his affection. She doesn’t crave his title. She doesn’t even want his love. What Eilika wants… is something far more dangerous. A family. And perhaps that is the very thing Damian has been starving for all along. ~~~~ “This bed will remain cold until your last breath.” Damian’s voice boomed through the dark chamber. Eilika didn’t flinch at his words. Instead she replied gracefully, “I don’t seek love, Duke. You can visit your secret mistress every night… Just don’t come near me.” This marriage was never meant to become real, until the Duke's heart begins to betray its own rules.
Kn_star8 · 37.7k Views

The Alpha Chose My Maid, So I Married The Rogue King

My husband thought I was his doormat Luna until I became his ruin. … I was the Goldbane heiress. Gideon Vexwood was the lowborn wolf I married for love. I thought we were building a kingdom; I didn’t realize he was building my coffin. In one night, my world shattered. A tragic accident claimed my father’s life and stole my unborn child, leaving my body permanently broken. With the Pack Council threatening to strip my title unless I produce an heir, I was forced into a desperate gamble. I trusted my husband. I trusted my loyal maid. Together, we struck a secret surrogate deal to save the Goldbane’s right to the Alpha seat. I thought it was our salvation. I didn't know it was a trap. While I drowned in grief, Gideon and his mistress were celebrating my downfall, manipulating the very contracts meant to save me to turn me into a servant in my own home. They called it strategy. I called it war. For seven years, I played the victim. I endured their cruelty, letting them think they’d won while I forged a secret alliance with the only man they truly fear: Jarek Ashthorne. The infamous Rogue King. A man who rules the underworld with an iron fist and holds a debt to my father that he has never forgotten. He was supposed to be my weapon of revenge. I didn't expect him to be my salvation. Now, as the secrets of that fatal night emerge, the long game is finally over. They took my child. They stole my life. Now, I’m coming for their crowns. ____ Jarek hauled me forward until my chest collided with the rigid planes of his torso. “You have no idea, Elowen. Everything about you... every tear you shed for a man who doesn't deserve you… It’s all my business.” I shivered, but I clamped down on the sensation instantly. “Get your hands off me! I know what you’re doing. I’ve heard the stories, Jarek. Stay away from my marriage, stay away from my pack. And you better stay away from my life!” Yet, he pressed his face into the crook of my neck, inhaling deeply. “Is that what you call it, Elowen? I call it a wake-up call. But if you’d rather go back to your ‘Alpha’ and pretend that the walls aren’t closing in, be my guest.”
HeeSha_TA · 25.8k Views

After Rebirth, I Accept The Arranged Marriage

In her past life, Jessie Sterling moved abroad for Julian Grant, only to have him break his promise and stand her up late at night for another woman on her birthday. Reborn into this life, Jessie Sterling personally severed her past adoration and affection, and instead entered a marriage of convenience with Victor Morgan, the heir to a century-old prestigious family in Aethelburg, a match approved by her family. She had originally thought it would just be a marriage for mutual benefit, and that they would treat each other with polite respect after the wedding. People in their social circle were not very optimistic about this newlywed couple with vastly different personalities. Until one day, some friends paid a late-night visit. By the huge floor-to-ceiling windows of the Four Joys Courtyard, a group of people saw the man who dominated the business world by day having his knee stepped on. He held a bottle of cat-eye nail polish and was currently bowing his head, diligently painting the toenails of the foot resting on his knee. "Is this okay?" With a coquettish air, Jessie Sterling glanced down, her chin slightly raised like a spirited little peacock, "Well, it's passable, I suppose. But I think it could use another coat?" Victor Morgan was almost driven to laugh in exasperation by her words. After setting down Jessie Sterling's leg, he moved forward, planting his hands on either side of her, his eyes deep and dark as he said in a low voice, "Mrs. Morgan, that's enough!" Before Jessie Sterling could react, in the next moment, the man had already leaned in and captured the red lips before him that had been tempting him for so long. "Mrs. Morgan, don't you think this... is what really needs another coat of color?" The group of people who had just walked through the courtyard entrance froze on the spot. How the hell could this be called... treating each other with polite respect?
Shi Shanyue · 363.7k Views