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Excerpt... Henry’s hand shot out, closing around her arm, firmly enough that her breath caught. “Stay…” He stood beside her, close enough that she could feel him without touching him. “I…” Livia’s voice broke before it found strength. “I didn’t flee.” She still would not fully look at him. Her eyes remained on Bella. “This is not my fault,” she whispered. “No,” Henry said at once. “It isn’t.” He looked away, then back at her. “Do you love him, Livia?” “Please,” she cried. “Stop calling me that.” “Do you love him?” he asked. “Yes,” she said. “So soon after me?” he asked. “I thought we…” He stopped. “I assumed you…” “That I what?” Livia asked, her voice trembling. “That I loved you? Henry…” she began then she caught herself. “Your Highness. I did seek solace in your arms... Yes. I will not lie about that. I wanted you. I trusted you. In a sea of sharks and wolves, you were the safest thing I could find.” Her eyes filled again. “You made me feel as though I could breathe. Turns out, you are no better.” “Why?” Henry asked quietly. “Because I am the king?” “Because you lied to me. You let me trust a man who did not exist.” “I existed.” “Henry the merchant existed because you created him.” “For good reasons, I had to keep my identity hidden,” Henry said. “The king moving around London without security,” he continued, “what do you think would happen?” “You speak as though I was asking you to announce yourself in the middle of Cheapside with trumpets and a crown. It doesn’t matter anymore,” Livia said, looking away from him. “I am getting married.” “Yes,” Henry said, the word leaving him like a blade drawn from flesh. “To my best friend. Did you tell him?” Henry asked. Livia’s brows drew together. “Tell him what?” “That I fucked you. Did you tell him I was your first? Did you tell him you once trusted me? That you once promised yourself to me because you thought I was the safest thing in your miserable world?” “That is not fair.” “Then tell me is it fair that Richard gets to call you his intended while I stand here pretending I do not know the sound of your moan? Is it fair that he holds your hand while I cannot even say your name without ruining you?” “Please stop.” “Did you tell him,” Henry pressed, unable to stop himself now, “that you were mine before you were ever his?” “How could I?” she asked, the words breaking. “I did not even know who you were.” “Then let me ask you this,” he said, leaning down just a little, his lips a hair’s breath from hers. “Has he fucked you? Has he touched what is mine?” ..... Sold into slavery and trapped in the brutal underworld of London, Livia Valenti is placed on the auction block. She makes a desperate choice and places her fate in the hands of the mysterious man who once caught her stealing. She does not know he is the King of England. Then comes Richard, Duke of Kingsmere willing to offer Livia the one thing Henry cannot easily give her— a future outside the shadows. Caught between the king who awakened her heart and the duke who may be her safest escape, Livia is pulled into a dangerous court. Livia becomes Diana Bellamy, the woman another man intends to wed, King Henry must decide how far a king can go before love becomes scandal, obsession, and war. From the author who brought you: 1. Undressed by the mafia God 2. Undressed by his arrogance 3. The Vampire's Luna

“This is the end… I’m going to die.” That should have been my last thought when everyone abandoned me during a dungeon break, until Ezekiel appeared. With a single strike of his scythe, he saved my life. To me, he was a savior. To the rest of the world, he was a monster a cold, ruthless “brutal ranker” feared by all. No matter how much I tried to tell the truth, no one believed me. Years later, I saw him again… at his funeral, betrayed and murdered by his own allies. But when I’m granted a single wish, time rewinds to the day of his death, and I awaken with the power to change everything. This time, I won’t just save him, I’ll destroy the so-called heroes who ruined him. They called him a monster… now I’ll show them what a real one looks like. A devil wearing an innocent face, loved by the masses and hailed as an idol and a saint. Modern fantasy x Romance — Slight Smut (Female lead's POV) TW: Unstable and white lotus FL with tiny yandere behavior ( More images for this novel available in my profile ) #modernfantasy #romance #femaleleadpov #dungeons #rankers #adventurers #monsters #gates#internet#revenge

[Mature Content] [18+ Only] [Smut] **** “Nathan…” Maddison murmured sweetly, her voice soft, almost playful. “Ashley’s been clinging to you over that mating ceremony lately… doesn’t it exhaust you?” “Baby…” Nathan’s voice dropped, low and rough, laced with disdain. “Let’s not waste our time talking about someone so irrelevant while we’re enjoying ourselves.” A cold smirk tugged at his lips. “You know those promises I made to her meant nothing.” His tone turned darker, almost amused. “I said them just to watch her hope… just so I could rip it away from her tomorrow.” His gaze hardened. “I want her to stand there and watch it happen—watch with her own eyes who would become my Luna.” His hand slid around Maddison’s waist, pulling her firmly against him, possessive and certain. “It was always you. Only you.” A flicker of anger crossed his face, sharp and unforgiving. “I’ll make her regret the day she was born. If that disgusting woman she calls a mother hadn’t switched you at the hospital, none of this would’ve happened. You—the true Alpha’s daughter—wouldn’t have wasted eighteen years suffering while that impostor lived in your place.” He let out a quiet scoff, thick with contempt. “If things had been right from the start, you would’ve grown up beside me… as my future bride.” Nathan brushed Maddison’s hair aside, his voice dropping into something darker, colder. “All we’re doing now… is correcting a mistake.” His lips curved faintly. “She can drown in her misery while the entire pack turns its back on her…” His grip on Maddison tightened slightly. “…and you take the place that’s always been yours.” *** After Ashley was exposed as the fake Alpha’s daughter, her world collapsed overnight. The people who once adored her turned cold, one by one—including Nathan, her childhood sweetheart and fiancé. He didn’t just abandon her; he played along, pretending to go through with the mating ceremony, only to use it as a stage to humiliate her and publicly claim Maddison—the true Alpha’s daughter—as his mate. It was his way of proving that without her title, Ashley was nothing. They expected her to stay. To bow her head, accept the blame, and atone for a “sin” that was never hers. But they forgot how far they had pushed her. After enduring Maddison’s cruelty and torture, Ashley chose to run. She left everything behind and, in time, found someone else—someone far removed from the life that had broken her. By the time Nathan realized the truth of his own feelings, that it had always been Ashley, it was already too late. She had entered a contract marriage with the Monster Duke, and Nathan even took part in sending her to someone else's bed. Nathan thought she would regret it. Thought she would come back. But he was wrong, and regret drowned him. Now, he wanted her back and would do anything to make it happen, but would Ashley's husband allow it?

"Sorry, you need one hundred billion Emotion Points to revive." Lu Qiuyun: "???" ["Persona Compilation" function activated. Host, please use your 10,000 starter Emotion Points to create your initial personas.] Lu Qiuyun: "Hehehe~ Players of Teyvat, get your tissues ready!" Adhering to the principle of "the fewer Emotion Points spent, the more Emotion Points gained," Lu Qiuyun immediately used all her starter points to create seven personas. - She is an orphan from the snow mountain whose cries attracted "the Wind," which escorted her to Favonius Cathedral. Though she is the only one who can communicate with "the Wind," she is also the one who despises it most. - She is the Child of the Ocean, brought to the harbor by the waves, and considered a treasure of Liyue. Brilliant and resourceful, she uses contracts to help people, yet the Geo Archon deems her "untrustworthy." In Inazuma, she is a "discarded puppet" who has awakened to self-awareness. Constantly plotting to overthrow the Raiden Shogun's tyranny and establish her own domain, she fights to protect the people... - Title: 原神:我用马甲发刀,送玩家温暖 Author: Arivce TLed by SpyTL

Before Feng Yi ascended the throne, no one wanted to marry this prince who lacked presence and was out of favor. After his ascension, the harem was filled with the daughters of high-ranking court officials. They were an eyesore to look at and vexing to deal with. He felt that even favoring them would defile his own dragon body. He decided to choose a woman with a fiery, arrogant, domineering, and jealous nature to enter the palace, to cast all this "trash" into the Cold Palace on his behalf. Song Yunzhao had transmigrated to ancient times for fourteen years, all the while laying low and just trying to get by. She was just waiting for the plot to begin, then she would transform into a villainess—arrogant, domineering, fiery, and jealous—so that she would be rejected from the selection and could then choose a husband to live a carefree and happy life with. Later, Song Yunzhao watched as His Majesty smiled at her with immense indulgence and said, "Zhaozhao, come here." Song Yunzhao immediately felt that something was terribly wrong, a chill running up from the soles of her feet. The damned Emperor wore a gentle expression, but his eyes were as cold as ice; he clearly wanted to use her as his blade!

Xiao Lin, a small doctor at a university hospital, has an unknown true identity – a military doctor of the Huaxia Dragon Soul special forces. Despite considering himself low-key, he leads a high-profile life.

The scion of the trillion-dollar Zhuo Family was in a car accident, and Su Ningyan was forced to take care of Zhuo Junyue up close. At their first meeting, he took her first kiss. She was afraid and anxious. Who said Zhuo Junyue was incapacitated by the accident? Hey! Five years later, he blocked her path, and Ningyan said anxiously: "Sir, I do not know who you are."

Ji Yunya died at eighteen, was reborn, and returned from Hell as a devil. ＊ Everyone said that the Ji Family's girl was gentle and graceful, beautiful and smart, elegant and refined, with a heart as delicate as an orchid and scholarship as impressive as her manners; she truly lived up to her reputation as the top socialite. "Ji Yunya, you’re nothing but a devil, how can there be someone as terrifying as you existing in this world? You black-hearted and corrupt wench, why don’t you just die..." The adopted daughter of her grandmother wished she could drink her blood and feast on her flesh. Because I've already died, haha, you're right, I’m a wicked ghost who crawled up from Hell. In my past life, I made a wedding dress for you, this life, I intend to take back everything that belongs to me, and by the way, crush you ruthlessly into the mud. "I should have strangled you the moment you were born, because you simply don’t deserve to live in this world, your blood is the filthiest thing on this planet…" Her biological father incessantly thought about how to kill her. Because my existence is the biggest shame in my father's life, but what can I do? I couldn’t choose where I was born, but I can choose how to live. Like a nail, I’ll be fiercely hammered into your heart. If I’m filthy, then what does that make you, the creator of me? "You're a freak, I'm going to call the police and have them lock you up in a mental hospital..." A little friend was filled with righteous indignation after accidentally seeing her true self. Shush, truly clever people know better than to speak out, because I can’t resist silencing them...permanently! My father is hypocritical, my grandmother feigns virtue, the mistress is venomous, and even her sister is courting death. Come one, come all, let’s settle our accounts, past and present! She's a noble socialite praised by everyone, a study goddess with off-the-charts intelligence, the ultimate idol with beauty and talent, a medical genius with a cool and wise mind… Her perfect acting could fool the whole world, yet those who hate her most know the truth—she is black-hearted, hypocritical, selfish, domineering, and madly obsessive. Look, this is the real her. ＊ Yan Song, the son of the mayor, poised and majestic, with an impressive and stunning presence, he is the dreamy youth every girl hides in her heart, as beautiful as jade and as fierce as the scorching sun. In public, he’s dashing and charming, in private, he’s cutting and sarcastic, arrogant and wild. A slam dunk photo of him from the basketball court went viral online, and netizens hailed him as the National School Hunk. Countless fans drooled over the only blurry photo of him available, calling him "hubby" with unrestrained joy. One day, the typically mysterious and low-key National School Hunk suddenly registered a Weibo account, and instantly masses of fans rushed there. ——I’m just here to say that I’m engaged and have a childhood sweetheart for a fiancée, so stop calling me your "hubby." It's reserved for her, and if you upset her, then I won’t be happy either. And if I’m not happy, no one will be. The fans refused to accept this, wailing, how could their idol already have a fiancée? And he’s so in love with her, that's just way too domineering... Ji Yunya: That's right, I am domineering. If you want to be my man, you have to be clean from top to bottom, inside and out, from your body to your name, even every strand of your hair must belong only to me. Otherwise, I won't be able to resist destroying it... Yan Song: My wife's obsession with cleanliness is incurable… But, I like it! From then on, a saying circulated in Jiangzhou, Master Yan dotes on his wife above all else. You can provoke anyone but Lady Yan, or else Master Yan will teach you how to be a person all over again in minutes. 1 vs 1, the tone of this work is pampering, pampering, pampering, written by someone with a fastidious streak, you get it, if you like it please bookmark it.

Jiang Feng, a king returning from the Cultivation World, unexpectedly becomes the affluent son-in-law of a beautiful female CEO. Bringing with him memories from his past life and his talent for cultivation, he embarks on his carefree and legendary life.

Xu Ke, the live-in son-in-law who had always been humiliated in the Lin Family, suffered countless indignities in this prestigious household. But who would have known that he was actually the heir of a top-tier wealthy family in the capital? When he inherits the family business, those who once scorned him can only look up to him.

Faced with his CEO wife's passionate advances, Chen Yang blushed and stammered, "Dear, why are you holding my hand in the middle of the night?"

Ling Chen was a peerless master hiding within the city hustle as a nobody-courier, until he stumbled into the world of the beautiful CEO, Nanrong Wanqing, the 'untouchable flower' of Donghai City, due to one of his work assignments. From then on, watch as his life is thrown into an exciting disarray!

As a cultivator who once stood high above the clouds, gazing upon all beings, what path should Xiao Qiang tread upon in this unfamiliar world? Embark on a life of unrestrained cultivation, allowing his poison to ripple far and wide. Xiao Qiang envisions founding his own empire in this urban realm!

Warning: 18+only. Angela, the bastard daughter of a whore, has known nothing but cruelty from her uncle and her cold-hearted mother. When she learns they plan to sell her off like property, she takes her fate into her own hands. In a desperate bid for freedom, Angela disguises herself as a boy and escapes only to end up at a prestigious academy meant for male Alphas only. It’s the last place a girl should be… especially one hiding a dangerous secret. But things take a wild turn when not one, but four powerful Alphas become drawn to Angela—each sensing something different, something special about the "boy" in their midst. They’re falling hard, unaware of the truth behind her disguise. What will happen when the Alphas discover their crush… is actually a girl? And not just any girl—but one who might hold a power none of them saw coming?

At Twenty-three, Scarlett Bellingham signs a ten-year contract with London’s most powerful billionaire, Jude Maguire. To the world she is the perfect wife; elegant, fashionable, composed and untouchable. But behind closed doors, their marriage is just an agreement on paper. Scarlett keeps her end of the deal smoothly even when she unexpectedly gets pregnant. She refuses to let motherhood weaken the life she has spent years building being Mrs Maguire. As the contract comes close to its expiration date then Micheal Gerard, a rival CEO who likes Scarlett shows up. Scarlett then finds herself at the center of a dangerous game as her carefully constructed world starts to crumble . Jealousy from a love interest develops. Hatred and betrayal from family surfaces but the truth is far more dangerous than anyone could imagine it to be. When the truth is finally exposed , Jude is forced to choose between the empire he controls and the woman he never intended to love. But Scarlett doesn't wait for him to choose as she walks away. Leaving behind the man who finally learned how to love and the children she calls nothing but a contract bonus. But she returns and this time not for survival but to destroy everything and take control.

...This country is on the right path," he said, his voice carrying across the hall. "And with this young Princess, we have a clear future. But we also need a competent King. And so — the wedding will be held." The room nodded in agreement. I froze. My eyes cut sharply to my father. He was already looking at me — wearing a smile I had never seen before. Foreign. Practiced. Political. "She will be married," he said calmly, "on her eighteenth birthday. To the third Prince of Britain." The words hit me like cold water. "What nonsense." The words left my mouth before I could stop them. "It's not possible. Dad, you told me I could—" But his expression didn't change. And that was when I understood. This had already been decided. Long before today. Long before this room. I was simply the last to know. I walked out before the ceremony ended. I didn't want to see their faces — not my father's satisfaction, not my mother's guilt, not the strangers who had just traded my future over a conference table. Back in my room, Matilda, my maid, entered quietly. "I'm sorry, my princess. Your parents are outside waiting. They want to see you — you should let them in." "Go away." My voice was steady. Controlled. "I don't want to talk to them. They betrayed me. And I'm powerless to stop them." Matilda hesitated for a moment, then nodded with understanding. She stepped outside and I heard her speak politely to my parents. "She can't talk to you right now. She's very sorry." I heard my mother sigh. Good. My other maid tried to console me. I stared at the ceiling until her words became background noise and sleep finally pulled me under. I dreamed of an outstretched hand and a voice saying "I'll love you forever" — and then cold water hit my face. "Wake up, miss. You have lessons to take." I sat up slowly. The events of yesterday flooded back in full colour. Fresh tears burned behind my eyes but I refused them. I pressed them down, deep and hard, until they disappeared. I have to be strong, I told myself. That is the only way to go through this and survive. The lessons were dreadful. How to walk as a wife. How to speak as a wife. How to sit, smile, defer, and disappear as a wife. I sat through every session with my jaw tight and my hands folded, learning a language I despised — and I was a linguist. Language was my birthright, my gift, my weapon. But this language? This quiet submission? It sat in my mouth like ash. My father visited one afternoon, his apology rehearsed and hollow. "Baby girl, how are the lessons? I'm sorry, but I tried my best to stop this — just manage. You could always divorce when we get the alliance." I laughed. Hard. Until my stomach hurt. "Dad — no offence, but I never knew you were a comedian. I didn't want to get married in the first place, so just leave me and stop apologising." My smile vanished the moment he left. I got back to my studies. Days turned into months. On my eighteenth birthday, I stood before the mirror again. This time the gown was white — royal, majestic, and beautiful in a way that made me furious. It would have been the most stunning thing I had ever worn, if I wasn't being forced to wear it. I picked up the scissors. I cut slowly at first — deliberate, precise — removing sections of the skirt in jagged lines. Then I found the red paint. Then the black. I poured both across the fabric and stepped back to look at what I had made. It felt like the first honest thing I had done in months. My maids saw but knew better than to stop me. I walked down the aisle in it — late, unhurried, with not a single trace of royalty in my steps. Let them stare. Let them whisper. I was done performing.

Four hundred years ago, the moon wept blood. From that night onward, demons—known as the Tainted—swarmed the land, feasting on the spiritual energy of the living. The once-peaceful realm descended into chaos. Now, humanity survives behind two massive walls, while the lands beyond decay into a demon-infested wasteland. Join Linyue and her companions who specializes in finding trouble, inventing trouble, and loudly denying they caused the trouble as they stumble upon the buried truths behind the Weeping Moon. Secrets that have remained hidden for centuries and may change everything they know.

In a world where the chosen bear Divine Scars glowing outlines channeling infinite power leaked by Singular Beings humans forge abilities from that endless divine energy. One outline: Lightlinger. Two: Lightrozer. Their strength is bound to one or two domains, dictated by which Divine's energy flows through their scar. However, some only have an outline, with no scar. But the world is never fair. Those not chosen, driven by envy, turn to a darker path. They become Darkens killing and absorbing finite souls through cursed artifacts called Ghost Vaults. Unlike the limited Lights, Darkens craft unpredictable, often fatal abilities from stolen life essence. Souls are finite, and the hunt never ends. The vastness of existence holds boredom in some corners… and alongside it, curiosity guiding everything. Age of Layers dives into the hearts of broken souls where guilt never fades, promises warp lives, and fragile bonds are the only defiance against an indifferent cosmos. It asks one question: What are humans?

--- She hid her horns for seventeen years. They gave her a maid dress anyway. --- Beneath the streets of modern Tokyo, an entire world operates in secret — Beast Hunters, hidden academies, and monsters that slip through the cracks of reality while the rest of the world sips coffee and misses their trains. Saya Hibiki is the best of them. S-Class at seventeen. Dragon bloodline. Silver horns, silver wings, a silver-scaled tail she's spent her entire life pretending doesn't exist — and an ability called **Silver Shadow** so powerful it's been sealed inside her since birth, waiting for exactly this moment to wake up. She was ready for the mission. She was ready for the portal. She was even, grudgingly, ready to say goodbye to the only friends who ever knew what she really was. She was *not* ready for the dress. --- *"This is a Awakening Garment,"* Lumen said, projecting the holographic image with what Saya could only describe as deeply unnecessary cheerfulness. *"Black and white. Very elegant. Maid-style."* *"Absolutely not."* *"Without it, Silver Shadow stays sealed at twelve percent."* *"I'll fight at twelve percent."* *"You soloed a Tier-7 Wyrm at zero percent."* *"...I hate you."* *"Noted."* --- Now she's traveling alone through worlds — a girl with dragon horns in a lace apron, cracking ancient monsters in half with shadow that moves like it's alive, then standing in the wreckage looking like she's about to serve tea. She will never admit she looks good in it. Her tail gives her away every time. --- *"You're not afraid,"* she said slowly, staring at the old man who'd found her bleeding in a cave in feudal Japan like it was perfectly ordinary.* *"Should I be?"* He stirred his pot without looking up. *"I've seen stranger things than a winged girl in a torn dress."* *"...What stranger things?"* He smiled — quiet, knowing, the kind of smile that held seventy years of secrets. *"Finish the coal mining. I'll tell you eventually."* --- **Hidden power. A reluctant disguise. Worlds she was never supposed to see.** Every portal leads somewhere new. Every battle unlocks something she didn't know she had. And somewhere, threaded through the worlds she's crossing, is an answer to the question nobody at the Academy ever gave her: *Why does everyone who should be afraid of her dragon blood —* *already seem to know what she is?* --- *The maid dress was supposed to be a condition.* *It's becoming something else entirely.* --- **Addictive action. Reluctant elegance. A dragon girl who will absolutely not admit she's started to like the dress.** *Hidden Beast Hunter: My S-Rank Maid Disguise* — updating weekly.

Liora’s life is quiet and predictable — school days, sunset photographs, and Evren, the best friend who has always been by her side. Then on a random Tuesday, a new message appears. Rowan. What starts as a few casual chats slowly turns into late-night conversations and a connection Liora never expected. Yet something about him always feels slightly out of reach. While life continues with her friends and familiar routines, strange things begin happening online — disappearing accounts, unsettling messages, and whispers about something called The Last Seen Circle. Liora doesn’t realize it yet, but some people enter your life with a purpose. And sometimes, the most dangerous moment isn’t when someone sends a message… It’s when the screen quietly says: Typing… Typing… — a story about trust, digital shadows, and how easily a heart can be manipulated.