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The Blooming Blade-In a world where women rule

In his past life, Mo Liang  was born a commoner in a patriarchal martial world. He was a talented martial artist—disciplined, calculating, and destined for greatness. But the woman he trusted most, his senior martial sister and first love, betrayed him. She used his secrets to rise in power, left him crippled, and discarded him like broken pottery. Mo Liang died alone, despised, and consumed by bitterness. His final wish? "Let me never be fooled by a woman again." But fate has a twisted sense of humor.Mo Liang awakens in a foreign world—one where everything is reversed. In this land, women rule the martial world, inherit sects, lead armies, and cultivate with power. Men are ornaments, symbols of grace and purity, expected to obey and submit. The world reveres strength in women and virtue in men. He is now Sima Rin , a 10-year-old boy from the noble yet declining Sima Clan  of the Northern Murim Alliance. The clan was once known for its fierce female warriors and refined male courtiers, but now it stands on the brink of ruin—politically weakened, economically strained, and hunted by ambitious rivals.Rin is stunning—angelic face, porcelain skin, long flowing hair, and soft-spoken charm. Everyone sees him as the precious little son of a ruined clan: someone to protect, marry off, or control. But inside this fragile vessel lives the soul of Mo Liang—the cold, jaded cultivator who once survived hell. He refuses to live bound by silk chains and smiling lies. Behind his gentle eyes, he observes the matriarchal world with razor precision. He begins training in secret—drawing from manuals, abandoned techniques, and relics of a forgotten era where power had no gender. He will rise. Not as a “son” to be wed. Not as a pawn in political games. Not as a flower to be admired.
godjaassh · 78.8k Views

Bound to My Dragon Boss

“Your pussy is weeping for me, Amara... It’s making a mess of my rug. Be a good girl and let me lick you clean before I stretch you open.” “I… I didn’t mean to... aakkkhhh..." Darien’s hand snakes under her skirt, his fingers finding her center, already soaked and swollen for him. He circles the sensitive heat of her clit with a cruel, possessive smirk tugging at his lips as she whimpers. “You don’t call me 'Sir' when you’re this wet for me. Say my name.” His free hand lunged for her, his large palm engulfing her breast through her blouse. He squeezed it with a brutal, possessive strength, his thumb and forefinger finding her nipple and rolling it with agonizing pressure until she was sobbing his name. "God, yes... I'm a mess because of you, Darien!" she gasped, arching her back until her breasts pressed against his suit. “I’m so fucking wet I’m soaking your hand. Now stop teasing me and give me what this bond is screaming for.” He leans in, his golden eyes glowing with a beast's hunger, his voice dropping to a vibration against her ear. “See? Your walls are twitching for me, aren't they? They’re hungry for my cock.” He pulls his hand back, his fingers dripping with her sweet juices. His gaze never leaves hers as he brings them to his mouth, his tongue swiping across his skin with a slow, agonizingly sensual lick. “Sweet,” he growls, tasting her surrender. “And I’m going to devour every last drop of you.” *** Amara Hayes thought she was just another cleaning lady at Ispire Inc., until one awkward, clumsy night completely flipped her life upside down. It was supposed to be just another boring shift. Clean the office. Mop the floors. Avoid the insanely hot, terrifyingly gorgeous boss. Instead, she tripped, fell… and accidentally kissed him. She figured she’d be getting a termination letter, not a pair of horns, scales, and wings?! Her “strict but ridiculously hot” boss, Darien Dravik? Turns out he’s not just some kind of billionaire. He’s a beastmen from dragon race, and apparently, she’s his mate. Now, Amara’s stuck in a bond with a guy who growls when other men look at her and calls her “mine” like it’s his favorite hobby. Darien might be one of the most powerful and wanted men in the city, but under that expensive suit, there’s a dragon who’s totally lost control around her. And if she tries to walk away? Well… it could cost her a lot more than just her job. It could cost her life. In a world where peace between humans and beastmen is a fragile illusion, their bond could set everything on fire. But Darien? He swears he’ll protect her, even if it means burning the whole world down.
seohyangchen · 34k Views

The Mad Duke's Naughty Maid

CONTENT WARNING: /This novel contains mature themes, explicit sexual content, strong language, and adult situations. Reader discretion is advised./ She was born to lie. He was born to enjoy it. Vivienne Moreau is a fox. A beautiful dangerous fox in a corset. A thief. A con artist. A seductress. She robs nobles blind, strips them of gold—and sometimes their trousers—just for fun. She sleeps with them to make the theft more… satisfying. Seduction? Her weapon. Theft? Her art. Lying? Second nature. Trust? Never. Love? That’s for fools. Chaos? Her favorite toy. This is her last job. One château. One golden horse worth more than she’s ever dreamed. One chance to vanish forever. Rich and alone. Her plan is simple: pretend to be a maid, steal the treasure, disappear. Easy. Simple. Foolproof. Then she meets Duke André Rousseau. Calm as glass, handsome, harmless-looking—but mad, bored, terrifying… and completely insane in a way that smells like obsession. He knows she’s a thief before she even steps across the gates. Every lie she plans, every trick she schemes, every insane impulse—he sees it. And he decides to play. He doesn’t want her arrested. He doesn’t want her caught. He wants her undone. To watch her spin, unravel, claw, scream—his predator turned prey. Vivienne thinks she’s the hunter. That she’s untouchable. That she’s in control. She isn’t. She’s his game. His obsession. His chaos made flesh. And in this war of greed, madness, and teeth-bared games… someone will break. Maybe her... Maybe him... Maybe both.
Xo_Xie · 206.5k Views

The Song of Dawn and Evernight

This is a world split clean by Dawn and Evernight. The Realm of Men , shielded by Dawn’s power, has scraped out an empire under a thousand years of darkkind tyranny. Yet still its folk cower from vampire fangs and werewolf claws, clinging to life by the skin of their teeth. Across the divide, the Evernight nobles rule the continent with Darkness at their call—council halls seethe with intrigue, blood feuds flame between kin, and the balance of Light and Dark hangs as thin as a blade’s edge. Noctis, a humman, rose from the wreckage of the Airship Graveyard, a pawn in the great game of realms. By cruel fate, he was made a blood-slave, yet his mind stayed his own. So he became an outcast, straddling the line between two warring worlds—human warmth still beating in his heart, dark nightblood thrumming in his veins. He took up a spear, and walked the path of vengeance and survival. Then he met Leela. Princess of the Azure Blood Clan, proud and alone, she forged a bond of destiny with him amid the grind of death and despair. Foes by birth, bound by the hatred of their races, they danced a dangerous dance—from wary testing to all-consuming obsession. Their love was a dark thing, a Romeo and Juliet stitched from blood and treachery, born and bred in the fire of war. When the greedy eyes of a higher civilization shatter the world’s fragile peace, when the truth of a thousand years of war finally claws its way into the light, Noctis will stand atop the Holy Mountain, his forbidden love at his side. And there he must choose: let the cycle of Dawn and Evernight spin on forever, or carve a new way—a way where all creatures, light and dark, might live as one. This is a ballad of forbidden love, blooming in the smoke of battle. This is a dark epic of choice and sacrifice, of guarding what matters in a world teetering on the edge of ruin.
WolcenLogos · 2.4k Views