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The scent of dying roses: eclipsed heart

They whisper that Roselyn Sinclair is a devil in disguise—and perhaps she is. But the world broke her long before she learned how to break others. Wronged, discarded, and stripped of innocence, Roselyn grows into a woman who no longer believes in fairness or mercy. With a beauty as haunting as dying roses and a heart eclipsed by resentment, she turns manipulation into an art. Targeting cruel and corrupt men, she lures them with softness and false devotion, unraveling their lives piece by piece. To Roselyn, deception is not sin—it is survival. Then she meets Sebastian Vale. Sebastian is dangerous in a way she did not anticipate. A man wrapped in quiet authority and buried sins, he is no hero, yet not entirely the villain she expects. Behind his controlled gaze and measured words lies a past steeped in darkness—one he neither denies nor seeks forgiveness for. He was meant to be just another target. But lies have consequences. As Roselyn’s carefully constructed game begins to crumble, the line between manipulation and desire blurs. What starts as a calculated deception becomes a slow, devastating fall into love—one that threatens to expose her true self and awaken a heart she thought long dead. In Sebastian, she finds not salvation, but recognition: a mirror of her own moral ruin. Caught between revenge and vulnerability, Roselyn must face the most painful truth of all—falling in love with a monster is easy, but discovering that she may be one too is far more terrifying. The Scent of Dying Roses: Eclipsed Heart is a dark romance of seduction, betrayal, and fragile redemption, where love blooms in decay and every heartbeat carries the scent of inevitable ruin.
ruva_12 · 5k Views

Under her command

Ethan Cole had never been late for anything in his life. Yet here he was, jogging down the sleek white hallway of Hart Global, tie crooked, breath uneven, rehearsing his answers for the secretary interview he had been preparing for months. The moment he saw the restroom sign, he acted on instinct, pushing the door open without a second thought. The moment he stepped inside, his stomach dropped. She was there. Olivia Hart. CEO. Legendary, untouchable, ice-cold, untamed. Her black heels clicked softly against the marble floor, her skirt clinging to curves that were impossible not to notice. Her blouse, slightly damp at the collar from the sink, revealed just a hint of delicate skin—enough to steal his breath but not so much to embarrass her. She had her back to him at first, adjusting her hair in the mirror, unaware of his intrusion. And then she turned. The air around him seemed to compress. She didn’t scream. She didn’t shout. She simply arched an eyebrow, her piercing dark eyes locking onto his. “You’re in the wrong restroom,” she said, her voice calm, cold, commanding. “I—I’m sorry,” Ethan stammered, trying to step back. “I didn’t—” “Close the door,” she interrupted, her tone leaving no room for argument. He hesitated. “I—okay.” The click of the lock echoed. Silence fell. The tension was almost tangible, thick like velvet wrapping around them. She crossed the room slowly, her gaze fixed on him as if assessing every detail, every line of his body, every pulse that betrayed his nervousness. “You’re here for the secretary position,” she said, voice smooth, deliberate. “Yes,” he managed to whisper, his heart hammering. Her gaze lingered, dangerous and deliberate. “You walk into a women’s restroom before an interview. How do you fix mistakes, Mr…?” “Ethan.” “Mr. Cole,” she said slowly, her lips curving into the faintest smirk. “Do you take responsibility for your mistakes?” He didn’t answer verbally. He stepped closer. His hands rose to her waist, firm, controlled, dominant—but not forceful. He gave her a chance to stop him. She didn’t. The kiss that followed was not gentle. Not experimental. It was electric. Hungry. Precise. Her hands tangled in his hair. His hands pressed against her lower back, pulling her flush against him. Her back met the cold marble counter, heels slipping slightly as he lifted her effortlessly. “I don’t mix business with pleasure,” she whispered, breathless. “You already did,” he murmured, brushing his lips against hers again. And then it was over. She stepped back, perfectly composed, slipping her blouse back into place as if nothing had happened. Her eyes, sharp as knives, fixed him with that trademark CEO glare. “You’re not getting the job,” she said, voice ice-cold. “No?” “Leave,” she instructed, turning on her heel and walking past him. Ethan stood there, adjusting his tie, heart racing—not with regret—but with longing. Unbeknownst to him, the woman he had just shared something reckless, intimate, and unforgettable with was Olivia Hart. CEO. Power. Ice. And soon… his fate.
Ugbogure_Blessing_5083 · 215 Views

I Died a Virgin — Now I'm Building a Harem in Another World

Ren died at eighteen doing what he always did—shielding his little sister with his own body, blood pooling while she screamed. The God of Death looked down and cursed under his breath. “That… wasn’t supposed to happen.” A mistake. A glitch in the system. Ren just smirked through the fading pain. “Another Tuesday.” But even gods hate loose ends. In a quiet white void, Death offers him a second shot: reincarnation into Alveria, a brutal world of magic, guilds, monsters, and women who could kill you as easily as they could fuck you senseless. As apology? One cheat skill from each rank, S through E. No questions asked. He picks. He wakes up in a new body—young, strong, memories sharp, and for the first time in his life, no chains holding him back. Back on Earth, he was a virgin. Not by some noble choice—just a kid who grew up never trusting anyone enough to let them close. Anime, manga, manhwa? Those were his world. Endless stories of guys reborn, overpowered, surrounded by gorgeous women who fell for them hard. He read them alone, late at night, hand moving under the sheets, wishing it was real. Now it is. Alveria is full of powerful, beautiful women—battle-hardened, confident, dangerous. Some will underestimate him. Some will try to use him. Some will think they’re in control. They’re wrong. Kai isn’t here to play nice anymore. No more lonely nights. No more fantasies locked behind a screen. Whoever fits his taste—whichever one sparks that hunger—he’s going to take her. Slowly at first, then hard. Until she’s moaning his name, legs shaking, begging for more. One by one, he’ll build his harem. Not for power. Not for revenge. Just because he finally can. And because every single one of them is going to learn what it feels like to be claimed by a man who’s done holding back. Power. Women. Filthy, sweat-soaked nights that leave them ruined and coming back for seconds. This is his second life. And he’s not dying a virgin again.
erwinparker · 183 Views

MY RUIN: In Love With My Step-Uncle

Clara Vance had it all. Millions of followers, a beauty empire built on glamour, and a life curated for the camera. But a lost bet with her mother sends her away from a marvelous weekend trip to Mykonos and into the dusty attic of her family’s decaying ancestral manor. The catch was her inheritance. Her task? A dreary clear-out. Her discovery? A centuries-old diary belonging to her great-grandmother, Eleanor Thorne. The ink tells a story of a forgotten history. Eleanor’s forbidden obsession with her guardian and step-uncle, Casimir Guggenheim, a ruthless railroad tycoon with a heart of stone. But when Clara touches the tear-stained pages, the scent of crushed gardenias doesn’t just fill the room, it drags her back to 1879. Trapped in Eleanor’s corseted body, Clara finds herself under the roof of the very man who haunted the diary. To the world, Casimir is a cold, untouchable magnate. To Clara, he’s a puzzle she’s determined to break. The problem? Clara isn’t the timid, fragile girl Casimir remembers. She’s a 21st-century It Girl with no filter, a strategic mind for business, a total lack of respect for Gilded Age propriety and a defiance waiting for trouble to happen. While the original Eleanor was a victim of her station, Clara is ready to burn the cage down. As Clara navigates a world where a single misstep means ruin, scheming relatives see her as a pawn, and a powerful suitor sees her as nothing but a business merger. She realizes the history books were wrong. Rewriting Eleanor’s tragic end is dangerous, especially when she starts falling for the man she was never supposed to have. History says they’re a tragedy. Clara says history is about to get a makeover.
Luna_Primrose · 9k Views