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Ghost in the palace

Ananya never expected death to bring her into another life. One moment, she was running her parents’ restaurant in the modern world. The next, she opened her eyes in silk robes, surrounded by hostile stares — the Queen Consort of the empire. But this body was cursed in everyone’s eyes. The Emperor loathed her. The mistress laughed at her. And the court whispered behind her back. Only she wasn’t truly alone. > “Finally, someone can see us!” “What kind of Queen Consort are you, so calm even with ghosts in your chamber?” “Shut up, Wei Rong, let her breathe. She looks like she’s about to faint.” Three ghosts — a stoic scholar, a brash general, and a mischievous noble girl — lingered at her side. They were invisible to all but her. And with them, she learned to survive the poisonous palace. When rumors spread that she was cursed, Ananya stood before the empire’s court. Instead of tears, she offered proof. Instead of fear, she offered dignity. > “If Heaven believes I am cursed, let the fire and smoke betray me. I will not hide.” And Heaven sided with her. Outside the palace, crises struck — starving soldiers, missing supplies, merchants growing fat from stolen grain. Inside, Lady Zhen, the Emperor’s favored mistress, grew bolder by the day, flaunting her beauty and mocking Ananya’s quiet grace. > “Sister, do you still dream of winning His Majesty’s heart? Look at you — plain, dull, unworthy.” “If simplicity is a crime, then let it be mine,” Ananya answered, unshaken. The Emperor indulged Lady Zhen openly… but in the silence of night, he tasted Ananya’s food, lingered at her table, and found himself unsettled by her calm. > “This is not palace fare,” he muttered. “It is lighter,” Ananya replied softly. “Easier to sleep after.” Step by step, conspiracy thickened. At a grand banquet, a poisoned cup was placed in Ananya’s hand. But a ghost’s laugh echoed in her ear — and the cup was swapped. A dancer collapsed instead. From that night on, the Emperor’s gaze changed. He began to notice the woman who never begged for favor, never fought for attention, yet always endured. Still, war brewed at the borders. Betrayals reached even the throne. Assassins crept through the palace halls. And the one person who seemed weakest became the calm at the center of the storm. Through whispered secrets, mischievous hauntings, and quiet resilience, Ananya carved her place in the empire. She would not simply survive. She would rise. And the Emperor who once despised her would one day whisper only her name.
Ashima_Mahajan_ · 88k Views

Scalpels & Scars

By day, she is a God-tier Neurosurgeon. By night, she rules the city’s darkest corners. He is the billionaire doctor who thinks she is a fraud. He has no idea she owns the ground he walks on. [ The Quote ] “The universe wants us apart, Alex. If we touch, the world burns.” Alex stepped closer, his eyes dark with obsession. “Then let it burn.” [ The Summary ] Alex Sterling and Noah were destined to destroy each other. Three years ago, a "Natural Disaster" tore them apart. Alex believed Noah died in the chaos. He wasn't wrong. The innocent girl he loved did die that day. But from the ashes, a queen rose. Now, Alex is a ruthless neurosurgeon plagued by guilt, living only to honor her memory. Suddenly, a woman appears. She has Noah’s face. She has Noah’s voice. But she calls herself "Doctor N," and she is cold, calculating, and dangerous. Alex is convinced she is an imposter—a fraud wearing his dead lover's skin to scam his hospital. He hates her. But he cannot kill her. Instead, he declares war. "If you dare to wear her face, you must be perfect." He pushes her to the brink, trying to break her, trying to prove she is a fake. He doesn't know the truth: She isn't an imposter. She is "The Ghost," the shadow ruler of the underground, and she has returned to protect him from a curse that history has forgotten. He tries to expose her. She tries to save him. And the whole world—gangs, corporations, and fate itself—is trying to kill them both. This is not just a Romance. It is a War.
Kin_Soma · 4.5k Views

The Warlord's Fox: Cursed to Seduce

She is a spy, a noblewoman, and the last Nine-Tailed Fox. He is a warlord, a tyrant, and the High Priest of the Demon Hunters. In the Age of Ash, Elara leads a triple life. To the world, she is a fallen noblewoman seeking refuge. To the shadows, she is a spy weaving webs of deceit. But her true form is the Nine-Tailed Fox (Kyuubi), a creature of legend cursed to consume the souls of men to survive. If she does not feed on the wicked, she will devolve into a mindless beast. For a hundred lives, she has been hunted. In every incarnation, she is found and executed by the Order of Exorcists. Now, in her final life, she must hunt the seven "Nightmare Warlords" to retrieve the fragments of her shattered soul. Her first target? Draven Blackwood. The ruthless Warlord of the North. He is the Supreme Hunter, the man whose blood burns with holy fire, sworn to exterminate her kind. He should be her executioner. Instead, he becomes her only sanctuary. Because Draven is the only man whose touch does not burn her skin. When she is with him, the beast inside her sleeps. Elara approaches him to steal his power, intending to use him as a shield. But she doesn't know the truth: The missing piece of her fox heart has been beating inside the Hunter’s chest for a thousand years. "Run, little Fox," Draven whispered, his hand tightening around her throat, his thumb caressing her pulse. "If I catch your tails showing again, I will have to kill you." "Then kill me," Elara challenged, her eyes flashing gold. "Or are you afraid you'll die of a broken heart?"
Zakaria007 · 418 Views