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The Pawn Who Said Yes

Lucia Watts was once the golden daughter of Tomasso City, born into an illustrious family, raised in love, and destined for brilliance. But at seventeen, she made one fatal mistake: she brought a stranger named Anna Smith into her home. That mistake destroyed everything. Betrayed by the woman she trusted, Lucia’s father was framed and sentenced to life imprisonment. Her family collapsed overnight. Her father died under the wheels of oncoming traffic. Her mother lost her sanity. The hospital that carried her family’s name was stolen. Lucia died that day. And Emma Wilson was born. Four years later, Emma returns as the elegant and untouchable director of a Swiss cosmetics empire. Beautiful, ruthless, and patient, she has only one purpose: to drag Anna Smith and everyone who helped her into hell. Her path of revenge leads her straight to Ricard Anderson, Anna’s fiancé, a powerful CEO, and the perfect weapon. Lucia approaches him knowingly, seduces him deliberately and lets him fall in love with her step by step. She uses his desire, his influence, and his devotion as pieces on her chessboard. Ricard knows the truth. He knows she is using him. He knows her love is a lie. And yet, he chooses to stay. “I know I’m just a pawn,” he says. “But I’m willing.” As secrets are exposed, traps are set and blood debts are repaid, love becomes the most dangerous variable. Lucia wins her revenge but at the cost of everything else. Because some love stories are never meant to be saved. And some women choose revenge over redemption. ... Umee say that: Hi there! First of all, thank you for the interest and for the enthusiasm. Truly. Every time I open my comments and see new invitations to add Discord, buy promotion packages, commission comic adaptations, or “have a quick chat,” I’m reminded that my story has somehow wandered into a very busy marketplace. That said, I should probably set expectations gently before anyone invests too much energy. I’m not looking for promotion services, paid advertising or commissioned artwork. Not because they’re bad ideas, just because they’re not ideas I currently need. I don’t have the budget, the urgency or the illusion that my story is secretly one step away from becoming the next global phenomenon. I’m very aware of where my work stands. It’s doing okay. Respectably okay. Not “adapt-everything-immediately” okay. My passion for writing exists but it hasn’t reached the stage where common sense quietly exits the room. I promise I’m not underestimating myself, I’m simply being realistic, which is a personality trait I’ve grown quite attached to. Another small but important thing: I’m not really interested in chatting, exchanging ideas, networking, or building creative alliances in private messages. I write best when left alone. I think best when no one is pitching anything to me. And I function best when my inbox is not screaming for attention. So if I don’t reply, please know it’s not personal, it’s just me choosing silence over small talk. That being said, if you’re genuinely curious about me rather than what I can potentially become or produce, if you want to see my everyday life, random thoughts, quiet moments and the unmarketable parts of my existence, I do have my Instagram linked in my bio. You’re welcome to follow it. No proposals required. No introductions needed. Just observation, at your own pace. I truly wish you the best with your creative work, your art, your promotions, and your ambitions. Creating something and trying to get it seen is hard, I respect that deeply. I just prefer to walk my path slowly, quietly, and without turning every interaction into a business opportunity. Thank you for understanding, for stopping by, and for letting me return peacefully to my writing corner, where the only thing I’m selling is words.
Umee_uuuuuuw · 39.2k Views

Melting an Ice Cold Heart

Sometimes life offers you a chance to change your view point, sometimes it offers you more than that. Life has its weird mechanisms of working and it never stops for anyone. Life molds one as a person and also offers chances to change. Can darkness truly be conquered with light? Or will light be overshadowed? Can love save and bring change? Can love melt an ice cold heart? Can love truly conquer all? ***** Meet Alena Flameheart, an enthusiastic, sometimes nervous but up to taking things in her own hands. She never frets over hard work. Meet Kai Rumaro, the young master of The Rumaro family. He can have anything he wants but the price must be paid. ------------ "I know who you are," she declared looking straight into his eyes, not even a single sign of wavering could be found from her. "You'll tell me what I am? Who do you think you are Miss Alena Flameheart?" he sneered, crossing his arms across his chest. "I may be nobody to you, but I certainly know you're not who you pretend to be. You're a fake!" she declared on his face, fearlessly. The surprise was evident on his face, a grimace forming as his facial features changed. "H-how dare you!" he yelled stammering on his words as if she knew some deep secret of his. As if he was exposed. She smiled gently, "Don't worry, your secret is safe with me" Read on to find out! ---------- Author's note: The cover image is not owned by me, credits to the original artist who made this. I only edited it. Discord Server: https://discord.gg/F39FGcdGhF Discord ID: ChristySeraSwiftcc#3921
ChristySeraSwiftcc · 213.7k Views

Surviving The Beastworld: I Turned From Prey To Predator

From Pig-Faced Trash to the Most Wanted Mate in Beastworld! * * * Aurora died as she lived - feared, skilled, and alone. As a world-class assassin of the 21st century, she expected death to be the end. Instead, she awakens in a primitive Beastworld in the body of a girl who shares her name but nothing else. The original owner of her body was not only overweight, despised, and carried filthy reputation, but she's so hated that even children throw stones at her. And worst of all? She wakes up straddling a bound, enraged, devastatingly handsome Alpha wolf she apparently drugged in an attempt to force him into mating. Aurora immediately realizes she has transmigrated into a complete disaster. With death looming, a ruined name, and a body that can barely run - she has no time to panic. Especially not when a mysterious System binds itself to her and issues a cold command - [Save the Beastworld from extinction… or be erased.] In a world where females are rare, weak, and dying out, and powerful beastmen rule with instinct and dominance, Aurora must survive by relying on the only things she still owns - her deadly skills and forgotten medical knowledge. But survival isn't simple. Because the wolf she tried to "assault" becomes her first unavoidable connection. And he is only the beginning. A tyrannical Snow Lion Beast King with piercing eyes that see too much. A cold and ancient Dragon King who has outlived his entire bloodline. A cunning Nine-Tailed Fox Lord who plays with hearts like games. A blazing Divine Phoenix whose pride rivals the heavens. Each one powerful. Each one dangerous. Each one drawn to her in ways they don't understand. Some want her dead. Some want to claim her. Some can't decide which desire burns stronger. Caught between survival, secrets, and a system that manipulates her at every turn, Aurora must rebuild herself from nothing - changing not only her fate, but the future of the entire Beastworld. All while unintentionally capturing the hearts of the most powerful beastmen alive. Because this time, the "trash" female they all despised is the one who will make them kneel. --- **A reverse-harem fantasy romance filled with danger, humor, slow-burn love, and a heroine who refuses to be broken.**
Nightsummer20 · 235.7k Views

Gender Change: I Can’t Stop Turning Into A Futanari Demon Enchantress

[Warning: Mature Content R-18, Futanari, Smut, Yuri] "To rule the world, he wanted to be a King. Fate decided he would be a Queen." "Keep your stance wide, grip the sword tight," Alex muttered to himself, trying to focus on the training dummy. As a fellow traveler from Earth, he dreamed of a powerful system, strength, domination, and standing at the top. But as a drop of sweat rolled down his chest, it didn't hit a flat, hard muscle. Instead, it slid down the valley between two soft, highly sensitive mounds of flesh that definitely hadn't been there a month ago. A thunderstorm in the Green Leaf Mountains changed everything. “Look at you,” a dark, purring voice echoed inside his mind, sending a deep shiver straight down to his toes. It was the Silver Serpent Empress, the ancient ghost who wants to occupy his body, but is now trapped inside his head. “Trying so hard to play the tough man’s act?” “We both know your little toy down there is shrinking, and your new body is just begging to be touched and used.” A cold, phantom hand traced the newly carved dip of Alex’s waist, sliding upward under his shirt to pinch a highly sensitive peak on his chest. Alex gasped, his back arching off the mattress as an intense, melting heat flooded his system. “Such a responsive body,” the Silver Serpent Empress purred, her ghostly body wrapping tightly around him. "Stop fighting it, my little vessel." “Let’s see how long you can hold it in,” she loves to push him into dirty, desperate situations. Alex trembled, clutching his chest where his nipples were throbbing painfully against his shirt. "I am a man! I won't be your toy!" As his mutation deepens, she will force him into intense, sweaty Yuri encounters. He finds himself pinned beneath powerful females, his girly body subjected to deep oral worship. He will be forced to endure endless milking to drain what little of his male pride remains, riding out mind-shattering orgasms that slowly rewrite his brain into a needy, desperate girl. Locked in a battle for his own body, Alex watches in horror as his rough male skin was peeling away, leaving him soft and ultra-sensitive. His waist was shrinking, his hips were widening, and worst of all, his body was constantly leaking a sweet, heavy scent. But the Empress made one fatal mistake: she gave him a weapon, the potent pheromone, and it drove every woman who breathed it into a blind, sloppy frenzy of lust. Alex refuses to just be her broken pet. If the Empress wants to turn him into a demonic enchantress, he will play the part to survive. Instead of hiding in fear, he starts to adapt. Alex must navigate a world where he is no longer the hunter but turning into the ultimate prize. Will the Empress successfully break his mind and turn him into a submissive toy, or will Alex master his new female body and use his irresistible allure to conquer the world? *Slow-Burn TF: A detailed transformation from a lean boy to a voluptuous, devastatingly sexy beauty. *Genre: Gender Bender (Male to Female), High Fantasy, Adult, System, Harem, Incest (Cousins), R-18, Mature, Yuri (After Transformation), Domination/Submission. Discord: https://discord.gg/4mA9SXtGh If you can't wait to find out what happens next, you don't have to! You can read up to 20 Chapters ahead and (R-18) Character Arts ahead right now on my Patreon. Patreon/Mountain Dusk Walker — Gender Change Web-Novels Thank you so much for reading and supporting my work!
MountainDuskwalker · 512.3k Views

Umamusume: It All Started When I Got Sent Flying Ten Meters

Years later, when he would finally hold the “Lifetime Achievement Award” in his hands, Makoto Yasui would recall one very specific afternoon—the afternoon he was sent flying ten whole meters… By a horse girl. At the time, he had only recently gotten his Central Trainer’s license. Unfortunately, his lack of experience was obvious, and many horse girls turned him down without a second thought. And so, after being rejected yet again, maybe his mind wandered a bit too much. While waiting to cross at a red light, he spotted a child nearly step into oncoming traffic. His body moved before his brain could catch up. The kid was fine. He was not. Because he got hit. Not by a car, but by a horse girl. She had black hair, red eyes, and a matching black tail. And she slammed into him at full sprint. Thanks to years of quiet self-training—secretly guided by memories from a past life—he managed to twist midair and land without too much damage. Still, getting launched like that wasn’t exactly part of his daily routine. The horse girl, on the other hand, was completely panicking. “I-I’m so sorry! Are you hurt?! A-are you okay?!” “I-I'm Kitasan Black! A first-year at Tracen Academy! Pleased to meet you—wait, no, that’s not what I should say right now!” “I—I mean—I’ll take responsibility! I’ll take full responsibility for this!!” That’s how it all began. The girl’s name was Kitasan Black. And this was the start of everything. = = = = Note: Some character backgrounds and settings have been reworked for narrative purposes. This version expands the world while staying faithful to the spirit of the original. New readers can enjoy it as a mix of sports drama and school life.
Medusa_Fic · 431.8k Views