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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 · 47.1k Views

My Alpha Husband is a Beast

What happens when the world's deadliest werewolf hunter falls for her most dangerous target? Scarlett Hunter has one rule: never let them live. For nine years, she's been the supernatural world's most feared assassin, hunting down rogue werewolves with ruthless precision. So when she receives a million-dollar contract to capture Alexander Kane—the most powerful Alpha on the West Coast—it should be just another job. But Alexander Kane has a secret that changes everything. Instead of running, he begs her to help him. Cursed to lose his humanity three nights every month, he's desperate enough to trust his life to his would-be killer. The solution lies in Scarlett's blood—literally. Her touch can tame the beast inside him, but the intimacy required creates a dangerous addiction neither of them saw coming. As their blood bond deepens into something far more dangerous than desire, Scarlett discovers the truth about her own mysterious past. She's not just any hunter—she's the last survivor of an extinct werewolf bloodline, and her former mentor has been orchestrating her entire life to harvest her unique genetic gifts. Now caught between the man she's falling for and the mentor who made her everything she is, Scarlett must decide: complete her mission and claim her revenge, or protect the Alpha who's awakened something wild and untamed in her heart. But in a world where love bites back, some contracts are written in blood—and some debts can only be paid with your soul. A steamy paranormal romance featuring a badass female assassin, a cursed billionaire Alpha, and enough sexual tension to set your Kindle on fire. Perfect for fans of Patricia Briggs and Jennifer L. Armentrout.
Mingquan_Ma · 131k Views

Office Love: A Rogue's Story

Miguel has only one talent in life: avoiding responsibility. At twenty-six, he spends his days drifting between bars, late mornings, and borrowing money from his parents. Work, ambition, and discipline are things that happen to other people. Miguel prefers a simpler philosophy—life is meant to be enjoyed, not endured. Unfortunately for him, his parents disagree. One morning, his peaceful, irresponsible life comes crashing down when his father forces him to take a job at a friend’s company. Just like that, Miguel is thrown into the strange and confusing world of office life—phones ringing nonstop, customers complaining about everything under the sun, and coworkers who take their jobs far more seriously than he ever could. Among them are two very different women. Camille, cheerful, sharp-tongued, and impossible to ignore. And Angela—cold, beautiful, and clearly unimpressed by the new guy who looks like he wandered into the office by mistake. Miguel never planned to work here. He definitely never planned to stay. But between ridiculous misunderstandings, chaotic office politics, old street connections that refuse to let him go, and a certain woman who slowly begins to change the rhythm of his reckless life… Miguel starts to realize something dangerous. Maybe this place isn’t as boring as he thought. Maybe this job isn’t just a punishment. And maybe—just maybe—the man who never wanted responsibility might accidentally find something worth holding onto. In a world where sarcasm is armor and laughter hides old scars, Office Love is a witty, heartfelt story about growing up too late, falling in love when you least expect it, and discovering that sometimes the most unexpected place to change your life… is a tiny desk in a noisy office.
An_An_7482 · 215 Views

The Mafia Lord Secret Possession.

A forbidden obsession that grows out of control Valerius is 34. Nara is 18. ........... When eighteen-year-old Nara Redwell is kidnapped by the ruthless boss of Draven Syndicate, the criminal world holds its breath. She is the only daughter of Redwell, a man feared for his wealth, power, and violent history. But instead of being executed like the others taken before her, Nara is placed under the personal authority of Valerius Draven, the cold and devastatingly disciplined leader of the rival empire. Valerius does not want ransom. He wants leverage. And Nara becomes the pressure point that forces her father into the light. But the more time she spends inside Valerius’ world, the more she learns a truth she was never supposed to see: her father is not the hero she grew up worshipping. His past with the Dravens is darker than she ever imagined, and the war she thought she understood is built on betrayal, blood, and secrets buried under decades of silence. While the syndicates prepare for conflict, Redwell spirals. His fear for Nara blinds him, driving him to make the most catastrophic choice of his life, where he offers his wife as a replacement hostage, willing to trade anyone to get Nara back. His desperation marks the beginning of a violent collapse no one can stop. And in the middle of this unraveling chaos stands Valerius, the man who was supposed to use Nara as a weapon… but instead becomes the only shield she has left. As loyalties fracture, enemies rise, and hidden truths emerge, Nara must decide who the real monster is. The man who stole her freedom, or the father who built her world out of lies. Her choice may destroy one empire… And ignite another. Nara has spent her whole life trying to survive men like her father. Men who believe a woman’s worth is measured by her obedience and her beauty. Valerius Draven. The quiet monster. The only man who never raises his voice but makes entire empires kneel. And now… he is her jailer. Held in an isolated Florida estate that feels more like a velvet cage than a home, Nara is determined to destroy the one thing men want from her, her beauty. If she can make herself undesirable, she can make herself untouchable. But Valerius stops her. He insists she is safe with him. He insists he will not hurt her. He insists she is merely leverage in a war she never asked to be part of. Yet nothing about Valerius feels simple, or safe. The more she pushes, the calmer he becomes. The more she resists, the more he studies her. And beneath all his coldness is a tension she doesn’t understand… and can’t escape. Because Valerius didn’t take her for ransom. He took her for a reason neither of them is ready to admit. Nara knows one truth: Monsters don’t cage what they don’t crave. And Valerius? He never cages anything he plans to let go.
Lizbella · 14.7k Views

The Redemption of the Eternal Dawn

In the steam-powered era of depleted magic, the continent is heading towards an inevitable sinking. Victor Reinhardt, originally a low-level worker during the European economic crisis of the 2020s—delivering takeout late and receiving bad reviews, working overtime in factories without pay, defaulting on his mortgage, and dying in a car accident on a stormy night—is transported to a dilapidated minor noble family, becoming the most marginalized illegitimate son. This is a magical world resembling 1912: nobles monopolize magic crystals through ancient bloodlines, the propaganda of "unsinkable" steamships masks an iron wall of class divisions, and the lower-class magicians struggle in factories and mines. The magic economy is inflated like the Titanic—overexploitation, credit inflation, a frenzy for transnational magical bonds… everyone is reveling on deck, but no one sees the iceberg approaching. Victor awakens two great talents: A keen eye for business: discerning value differences, breaking down costs, and calculating compound interest as naturally as breathing; and a silver tongue: persuasion, negotiation, and oratory that sweeps through hearts like a storm. Starting from repairing pigsties and selling handmade magic soaps, he gradually built a small workshop, a chamber of commerce, and a bank… He befriended a cold and beautiful knight, a fanatical alchemical genius, a down-on-his-luck nobleman, and a black market fox spirit, forming a cross-class partnership. When "Magic Thursday" arrived—the largest magic mining group went bankrupt, a chain reaction of bank runs engulfed the continent like a tsunami, noble banks collapsed, and monster hordes invaded in the chaos. The giant ocean liner "Eternal Dawn" became the last hope for escape—Victor did not run away. He hoarded food, acquired bankrupt assets, issued relief magic crystal vouchers, and delivered the powerful "Castor Manifesto"... Using his modern economic memory and eloquence, he reversed the bank run, stabilized public sentiment, and forced the nobles to compromise. He didn't want to overthrow the old order, but to make the lie of "unsinkable" a reality: to establish a new era of magical constitutionalism, market freedom, and social security. Could a European illegitimate son prevent the Titanic, named "Continent," from repeating its tragic fate? From a lowly laborer to a redemption merchant of the Magic Federation, this is an epic journey of rewriting destiny with gold and incantations.
DaoistpA7Pho · 7.9k Views

The Age of Uneven Pressure

The year was 1789, though history would later argue about when the weight truly began to press. At the center of the story is Aiden Srivijaya, masquerading as “Alain,” an unassuming French engineer swept into the Grand Armée’s logistics and reconnaissance efforts. Unbeknownst to the soldiers around him, Aiden inhabits an ancient, preserved body—Nebhet-Still—bound to forces far older than the Revolution or empire. His presence subtly alters events without overturning history: undead do not rise openly to conquer, battles are not decided by sorcery, yet something watches, listens, and waits beneath sand and river. Paris did not erupt. It compressed. Rooms thickened with unspoken fear and hungry hope. Candles bent their flames toward nothing. Windows rattled in still air. Those attuned to such things—the prayer-women, the street augurs, the quietly Aether-Marked—felt it in their bones. Aetheric Pressure had returned to Europe. Far from the shouting crowds, a young Corsican officer studied artillery tables by lamplight. Napoleon Bonaparte did not feel the pressure the way others claimed to. He saw no omens. He heard no voices. What he sensed instead was timing: the moment when hesitation outweighed courage, when momentum could be cut and redirected like a fuse. The Bastille fell beneath cannon fire and rumor alike. In the smoke, something older than kings stirred—not a god, not a spell, but the understanding that force could move history faster than lineage ever had. Across France, voices rose. Resonance orators set crowds vibrating with words that tasted of iron. Aether-Marked burned themselves hollow trying to steer revolutions that refused to be guided. Aether engineers measured the pressure with brass needles and called it reason. Napoleon watched. The Terror came, sudden and absolute. Fear spiked too sharply, and the pressure collapsed in on itself. Magic failed. Instruments cracked. Heads fell. Those who survived learned a lesson no pamphlet could teach: chaos could not be ridden forever. Sometimes it had to be broken. On the 13th of Vendémiaire, the guns spoke plainly. Grapeshot tore through flesh and conviction alike. The air cleared. The pressure dispersed. A republic remained—exhausted, wounded, and desperate for stability. Napoleon did not speak of destiny. He accepted responsibility. War followed him, as it always does. In Italy, armies moved like weather fronts, victories arriving before resistance could thicken. Aetheric influence whispered at the edges of his campaigns—nudged by broken men and delicate machines—but never allowed to lead. Napoleon advanced while others waited for signs. Then came Egypt. The desert did not yield. Beneath the sand lay sovereigns who had never abdicated, bound by solar law and memory older than conquest. When tombs cracked and the Sekhem Eternal rose, Europe’s pressure found no purchase. Cannon fire shattered bone that calmly reformed. Aetheric force slid from sun-etched shields as if ashamed of itself. Napoleon stayed. He learned that empires were not the first rulers of the world—only the loudest. Africa kept its deathless kings. Asia preserved its balance. Across oceans, the dead rose only according to their own laws and legends. Every land shaped pressure in its own image, and punished those who tried to impose another. When Napoleon finally turned his gaze back toward Europe, the world had changed. Not broken. Awakened. History would name him conqueror. Scholars would argue over genius, chance, and fate. Few would grasp the truth: The pressure did not crown Napoleon. He merely learned when to move— and when even the weight of the world must yield. Thus began the Age of Uneven Pressure, not with magic or revolution alone, but with a man who understood that once released, pressure reshapes everything it touches.
WisArchtect · 23.8k Views

Different Paths

Ethan Zhao, son of Victoria Zhao, the Undersecretary of New Atlantis, is seen by others as: Have you ever seen a transport ship? The kind that carries star core energy crystals? You know how alluring it is, and you know it's heavily armed. But with Ava Lin: he seems rather naive, like someone who, amidst a feast of seafood every day, suddenly discovers a unique ear of corn—rare and exciting. But corn is everywhere, costing two dollars a piece. Ava Lin, from the town of Willow Creek on Koso (a little-known asteroid in the northwest corner of the Alliance), is seen by others as: ...well, too ordinary; it's hard for others to remember her. But if someone points out, "It's that girl who always wears a gray school uniform with 'Gifford High' printed on the back," others might suddenly realize, "Oh, it's her. She's quite tall, average-looking, and she stutters." But in Ethan Zhao's eyes: a rare person who practices what they preach, someone who wouldn't let others down, a smart and courageous person, someone whose criteria for choosing a partner are hard to find in this galaxy, a cold and scummy person... A special reminder: in this interstellar parallel world: university dorm assignments are done by drawing lots, and students from different majors live together; high school is four years; university is six years, with no distinction between undergraduate, graduate, or doctoral programs; students don't have summer vacations (the author's words are simply inhuman).
DaoistpA7Pho · 2.5k Views