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Symphony of the Reborn Heiress

[R18, Mature, Violence] On the night before Marissa’s wedding, she’s brutally killed by her fiancé and best friend. They stole her company, fame, life, but the universe had other plans. Marissa wakes up five years in the past, the night of the infamous Blackwood Spring Gala. Armed with the memories of her future, she sheds her "angelic" persona and dons a mask of ice. She won’t just survive this time, she’ll compose a masterpiece of ruin for those who betrayed her. But she’d need a monster on her side, Killian Blackwood, the cold blooded king of finance, who hasn’t felt a heartbeat since the death of his mother. One forbidden song played on a golden harp is all it takes to bind them. A contract marriage. A shared bed. A mutual thirst for ruin. ———————————————————————————————- The double doors of the Blackwood penthouse slammed shut, echoing like a gunshot. Marissa hadn't even had time to turn around before Killian's shadow engulfed her. He was a wall of cold fury and suffocating heat. “You think you’re so bright, don’t you?” Killian’s voice was a low, menacing hum against her ear. He’d yet to touch her, but his nearness was a palpable force. His scent was nothing if not intoxicating: the rich aroma of night air and sandalwood and the cold burn of jealousy that had been simmering all evening. “Smiling at him. Allowing Marcus to move close enough to breathe my scent. Do you think I would not notice?” Marissa tilted her head back, her eyes locking with Killian's in the reflection trapped in the floor-to-ceiling windows. "This was a function of the plan, Killian. We had agreed there would come a time when they would think I was still accessible." "The hell you were." Killian’s hand shot out, his palm slamming flat against the glass beside her head. He twisted her around roughly. His eyes were no longer black as obsidian; they were hot enough to melt steel. Before she could say one more thing to defy him, his lips crashed down onto hers. It wasn’t an invitation; it was an appropriation. It tasted of bourbon and the need that had been burning since the moment she put her first step out onto that stage. Marissa let out a tight gasp, her hands flying up to his chest. Her fingers, which had once enthralled the entire city, weren’t pushing him away; they were clawing at his chest, tearing at his shirt until the buttons went flying across the marble floor like plastic hail. Killian groaned into her mouth, a primal sound of noise. He lifted her effortlessly, her legs wrapping around his waist as he carried her towards the massive mahogany desk in the room. He used one arm to knock the crystal decanters off the desk, shattering glass in a sound that broke the silence of the room. He pushed her toward the edge of the desk and began working on the zipper of her dress with deadly precision. “To hell with the contract,” he muttered against her skin, his breathing ragged. “Tonight, you’re not playing for revenge. You’re playing for me.”
RhelleWrites · 696 Views

chosen by the moment

Eliora never believed love would find her behind a bar counter. Life had taught her to dream quietly and expect little, pouring drinks for strangers while guarding her heart from disappointment. Each night, she watched stories begin and end in the dim glow of the bar, never imagining her own would start there. Alexander had everything the world admired—wealth, power, success—but none of it could protect him from the moment his life shattered. When his mother is diagnosed with lung cancer, the invincible billionaire CEO is stripped down to his most vulnerable truth: he is a son terrified of loss. Seeking escape from the suffocating weight of grief and responsibility, Alexander wanders into a small bar, unaware that fate is waiting for him there. Their meeting is quiet, unplanned, and unforgettable. What begins as a simple exchange between a bartender and a stranger becomes an instant, profound connection—love at first sight born from shared silence, gentle understanding, and the comfort of being truly seen. Neither knows the full truth about the other, yet their souls recognize what their minds cannot deny. As love blooms in the most unexpected place, Eliora and Alexander are drawn into a world where vulnerability becomes strength, healing begins with a single glance, and destiny proves that love does not always arrive loudly—but when it does, it changes everything. Love Found Me is a story of fate, resilience, and the kind of love that appears when two hearts are broken enough to be honest.
Emmanuella_Onyema · 755 Views

C M

Mehrajān's heart is a fragile mosaic, pieced together by moments with the one person who defined her world—Muazam. In this reflective and raw exploration of love and loss, Mehrajān finds herself looking back at the memories of the boy she loved, the boy who was always just out of reach. Each chapter is a separate fragment of their intertwined lives, capturing a single moment that was forever marked by him. In one chapter, Mehrajān stands frozen in her kitchen, hearing a conversation between Muazam and her aunt that shatters her heart. His rejection of her—the very person who had quietly fallen for him—leaves her feeling lost and betrayed. Yet, this is only one of the many moments that have shaped her emotional landscape. Every recollection is a mixture of passion, pain, and nostalgia—memories of fleeting glances, whispered words, and unspoken connections that shaped her world. The narrative doesn't follow a linear path but instead unfolds like a scattered collection of thoughts and emotions, each memory tied to Muazam, each one a chapter of her heart. Through these fragments, Mehrajān grapples with the complexity of love, the sorrow of unrequited feelings, and the confusion of growing up in a world of family expectations and personal desires. [ CHOOSE ME ] is not just a love story—it's a tender journey through a girl’s heart, where love is never simple, and the memory of someone can change everything. Through each chapter, readers will find themselves drawn into Mehrajān’s world, feeling the weight of her unspoken love and the bittersweet truth that sometimes, memories are all that remain.
Marwa_Tahir · 22.5k Views

I Became a Kindergarten Teacher for Monster Babies!

She applied for a simple teaching job but she ended up raising a classroom full of supernatural toddlers and accidentally becoming the Demon Lord’s obsession. -`♡´- Struggling to pay rent and drowning in rejection emails, Alina Hart, 24, is desperate for a stable job. When she stumbles across a strange flyer offering a "live-in teaching position at a private academy," she signs the contract without reading the fine print. Big mistake. On her first day, she learns three things: 1...Her students are not human. 2...One breathes fire. Another howls at the moon. One floats through walls and another eats chalk like candy. 3...The school’s principal is Dante Nightshade, a seven-foot-tall Demon Lord with blood-red eyes and zero patience for mortals. And Alina? She just accidentally scolded the Demon Prince, Dante’s only son. Now, the students are clinging to her. The royal parents are demanding "private meetings." And the Demon Lord keeps appearing in her classroom with a gaze that’s far too intense for a casual visit. -`♡´- Alina: “Please stop throwing fireballs in the classroom!” Baby Dragon: “But Teacher! That’s how we play catch!” -`♡´- Alina: “Luna, you can’t bite people just because they sit next to me.” Luna (growling): “He was breathing near you. That’s MY air!” Alina: “…Please don’t make this a crime scene.” -`♡´- Sable (whispering from her shadow): “I bit the crayon... and it betrayed me.” Alina: “Sable… crayons are not food.” Sable: “…Then why are they so colorful?” -`♡´- Vlad Jr.: “Miss Alina, I have written my will.” Alina: “You’re four.” Vlad Jr.: “And yet, I have already loved and lost.” Alina: “…You lost a cookie.” •••• She wanted a quiet job with crayons and nap time. What she got was magical chaos, clingy monster cubs, and a demon principal who doesn’t understand why her smile affects him more than any weapon ever has... Tags: Fantasy | Comedy | Slow Burn Romance | Monster Babies | Found Family | Overpowered Male Lead | Soft Female Lead | Slice of Life [ Complete Goals to Unlock Bonus Chapters: 1,000 Power Stones = +1 Bonus Chapter 500 Golden Tickets = +1 Bonus Chapter 1 Magic Castle = +2 Bonus Chapters ]
dYdairy_002 · 1.1m Views

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 · 1.2m Views