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“Oh my god! The prince sent an invitation for the upcoming royal ball!” Eleanor exclaimed, her voice trembling with excitement as she waved the golden-sealed letter in her hand. “The royal ball!?” Anna and Cindy squealed, nearly toppling over their chair in delight. “Shh! We don’t want Ella to hear about this,” Eleanor hissed, glancing nervously over her shoulder. And there she was, Ella, standing by the doorway with her eyes gleaming, ready to pounce on anyone in sight. “Did someone say balls?” Ella grinned widely, her smile wide enough to make her mother and sister flinch. “No, no—it’s a royal ball, a ball. It’s where people… dance,” Eleanor stammered, her voice faltering. “Well, then,” Ella said, her grin stretching further, “there’s going to be a lot of balls there.” And with that, Ella darted to her room, already rummaging through her drawers. Ella wasn’t just dreaming of going to the royal ball— she dreams of every ball. In a kingdom obsessed with beauty and perfection, Ella, long ridiculed as the “ugly half-sister,” has spent her life in the shadows of her graceful and adored sisters. However, Ella never allowed mockery to pierce her strange, unbothered world. She focused on the hobby that kept growing—collecting balls and other round-shaped items. When the royal family announced the grand ball to find a bride for their prince, Eleanor’s heart sank. She feared Ella’s oddities might bring embarrassment to their family. Desperate to uphold their name, Eleanor resolved to turn her awkward daughter into a refined young lady, no matter how severe the training. “Posture, Ella! You’re not a hunchbacked scarecrow!” “Smile softly, not like you’re about to eat someone!” But despite Eleanor’s strict lessons, Ella’s wild grin never faded. It only sharpened. When the night of the royal ball finally arrived, the palace glimmered under crystal chandeliers. The prince stood poised, the very image of perfection, until the grand doors opened. Ella entered, her gown shimmering with hundreds of tiny glass spheres sewn into the fabric, catching every flicker of light. The room fell silent as a faint, musical clinking echoed with each step she took. The prince turned, his flawless gaze locking with hers. Ella smiled, leaning close enough for only him to hear. “I’ve always loved balls,” she whispered. The prince’s lips parted slightly, his polished smile faltering as if he wasn’t quite sure what he was looking at. Ella tilted her head, her grin fierce and unrestrained. Then, the grand doors opened again. Gasps rippled through the crowd like a wave breaking on marble. With that, a mysterious woman in a simpler dress entered.

A hidden Fae princess. A King cursed to shadow. For twenty-two years, Seraphina Lyra has lived a painfully ordinary life to mask a scary secret. Anything fragile tends to explode, combust, or short-circuit around her. She believes she's merely cursed until a creature steps out of the shadows and destroys her ordinary world. He is King Lorcan of the Nightshade Kingdom, a Fae monarch bound by a destructive shadow-curse that is slowly consuming him and his kingdom. Sera, the lost heiress of the long-vanished Solar Fae, possesses the Sun-Fire magic, the only power capable of mending the Veil and stopping Lorcan's cursed decline but Lorcan doesn't want her loyalty. He wants her power, and he intends to take it through the ultimate, binding magic: a forced marriage. Trapped in a dangerous court, Sera must survive while resisting the magnetic pull of the dark King. She is a moth drawn to a powerful flame and Lorcan is beginning to see his captive as the only light in his endless shadow.

She never should have been at that gala. Emily Chen was just trying to get through the night in a borrowed dress, blending into a crowd that would never truly accept her. But one careless step, one glass of champagne, and she collides with Alexander Drake—the city’s most feared billionaire, and the man her family has spent years blaming for their ruin. She expects fury. What she gets is interest. Cold, unsettling, and far too intense. Instead of banishing her, Drake makes her an offer: a temporary position inside his empire. A job that looks like opportunity, but feels like a trap. For Emily, it’s a chance to dig for answers about her father’s downfall. For Alexander, it’s a chance to draw her deeper into his orbit. The deeper she goes, the more dangerous it becomes. Rival corporations circle like sharks, whispers of betrayal grow louder, and Drake’s obsession starts to feel like both a shield and a prison. Emily can’t tell if he’s the enemy she should fear… or the only man capable of protecting her from what’s coming. In a world where loyalty can be bought and secrets are worth more than gold, Emily will have to risk everything. The truth could destroy them both. But without it, she may never escape.

The Moon Goddess made a mistake— or maybe this was a curse just like everyone says it is. But I always knew deep down that I was never meant to be theirs. They belonged to her. To my twin sister, Chalice, who was sweet. Perfect. Worshipped by the entire pack… and pure venom behind closed doors. The three brothers— Zevran, Kael, and Caelum— hate me with a fire that burns hotter than the bond tying us together. And I know because I see it in their eyes… I feel it in the way their burning touch lingers a second too long. They despise me. Just like everyone else does. But they want me. And no matter how much I try to stay away, the mate bond keeps dragging me back into their world of heat, power, hatred and danger. Maybe, I should leave… I know. But fate plays a cruel game. And as truths unravel and secrets come to light, the triplets— the ones who once despised me— now see me for who I am. Now, they want me— unabashedly. But by the time they realize this, it is a little too late. I’ve been broken by them a little too much. And I am done being anyone’s pawn. ~*~ “We want you, Leilani… we always have. Always would. Please take this as our way of saying sorry. For everything, for not believing you… for letting our judgements be clouded by…” Caelum said softly, his voice trailing off, his breath warm and ticklish against my fingers that he brought up to his lips as his other hand found the warm spot between my thighs. My eyes snagged on his full lips— pink and inviting; But they’d been kissed by another. And I don’t do leftovers. I sighed exasperatedly, shaking my head to rid myself of this pitiful sight and clenching my legs together to force his hands out. He didn’t budge. “No.” I said sharply, my voice coming out stronger than I expected especially with their bodies pressed against mine, and their lips creating sparks across my body. “I’m done. Go back to Chalice… she suits you more than I ever did.” Kael’s voice vibrated through my body as he pressed himself flush against me. His brothers Caelum and Zevran leaned in too, their lips on the shell of my ears, one’s fingers grazing over my taut nipple. “I’ll burn the world, Leilani,” he growled, his voice deep. Threatening. “I’ll burn the entire world, if that’s what it takes to win you back.” “Then I'd like to see you after the world’s been successfully burnt down. Maybe then we’ll have this conversation.” I answered, and with that, I pushed their hands away and leapt off the cupboard. And as I walked out of the kitchen, I felt their eyes drilling holes into my back, hotter than a thousand lasers all at once. But I didn’t falter. I didn’t turn around. I was the monster they’d made. CONTENT WARNING: This book contains triggers and explicit scenes of abuse, Graphic violence and murder, explicit sexual activities, strong language and dark, obsessive romance. Readers discretion advised. ****

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.

[Warning: Mature Content, R18+] [Detailed Smut] [Strictly for Adults Only] Mixed POV: 3rd & 1st POV Soundtrack available on YT, IG, & FB SONG TITLE: 1. Claim Me - Shiroi Nami (Claim Me Captain! I'm Addicted to You!) 2. Found My Home - Shiroi Nami (Claim Me Captain! I'm Addicted to You!) Georgia Lewis had a carefully planned future. Her longtime billionaire boyfriend proposed marriage, promising protection and financial freedom. But everything was shattered in an instant. Her brother’s tragic death at sea was initially pinned on a disgraced ship captain. Then, the case was closed and declared a drunken accident, but the wounds never healed on either side. Georgia was left to pick up the pieces: Left with an orphaned niece, a dying family business, and dealing with the angry people whom her father and brother owed money that was used to revive their agency… in fear. To make things worse, she was pushed overboard into the midnight sea before her wedding. Thought dead by everyone on the ship, she survives... barely... only to be rescued by the last man she ever wanted to see again— Captain Nicholas Knight, the man once accused of her brother’s murder. Georgia is forced to trust Nick as she recovers. He is intense, stoic, and shockingly kind—nothing like the killer she imagined. As the days pass, she learns more about who Nicholas really was, but Georgia remains haunted by betrayal and secrets. Nick risks his life for her, and despite his hunger for her, he vowed to protect her, not use her. He teaches her how to fight, how to survive—and how to trust again. Determined to protect Georgia, Nick finally steps into his destiny. But enemies are everywhere. As passion and danger collide, Georgia and Nick must fight for their future, outsmart powerful enemies, and uncover a murderous conspiracy hiding in plain sight. But revenge comes at a price, and so does love. Yet the more she resists him, the more addicted she becomes. And when the world wants to silence her… He’s the only one who’ll burn it down to save her. Excerpt: “Goddammit, wake up! Don’t you dare die on me! I swear, if you make me regret jumping from that fucking moving ship—!” Her lashes fluttered, blurred by seawater and tears. “Are you awake?” the voice came again. He was closer now, his breath warm against her cheek. “Can you hear me?!” “I’m begging you… Don’t tell anyone you found me… Someone tried to kill me…” His brows furrowed. “What…? Were you pushed overboard?” Georgia barely managed to nod. But her body had had enough. “Yes…” Then the memories crashed back. Salt water, freezing winds, her body going numb in the ocean… “Don’t come any closer!” she hissed. "I swear to God, I’ll scream if you come one step closer, you pervert!” “I know you...” Nick stiffened. “What now?” “You murdering son of a bitch!” she roared. Georgia grabbed the nearest pillow and hurled it at him. “What the hell? Are you insane?!” he barked, dodging the pillow. “You’re Nicholas Knight! You killed my brother!” Seeing her trembling, he lifted her effortlessly. “Let go of me!” she shrieked, squirming violently. “Stop—shit!” Nick lost his balance. “Maniac!” she declared. That’s when he felt it. Something soft. Plush. His head dropped like a guillotine blade, fast and sharp. His eyes locked on his right hand, which was currently cupping her like he was holding a fragile fruit from the gods. His soul left his body. But his body betrayed him. He was as hard as rock in an instant… Eyes bulging, jaw dropping, Nick choked on a curse. “Fuck.” Too bad he whispered it directly into Georgia’s face. Georgia's knee rocketed upward like a heat-seeking missile. “How dare you touch me, you Captain Pervert! Murderer!” she hissed like a vengeful sea witch. Nick wheezed in pain, clutching his groin. “I saved your life…”

Sara never thought detention could be this chaotic… or this infuriating. When she’s forced to sit next to Leo Carmichael—the school’s most irritating troublemaker—sparks fly. From playful teasing to accidental touches, enemies become partners, and tension turns into something neither of them expected. Can Sara survive detention… and maybe fall in love along the way?

A story about two historians, one a meticulous "diver" into the depths of archives, the other a brilliant "communicator" who synthesizes disparate information. They are forced to collaborate on a historical mystery that mirrors their own complex relationship, a journey from conflict to a deep, abiding love.

“911, what’s your emergency?” “Help… I think I just killed somebody.” Sasha Peters never imagined that leaving Africa after the deaths of her mother and brother would lead her into another tragedy. Trying to rebuild her life in a new city, she meets Ethan Grant, the charismatic grandson of the town’s mayor. He’s everything she never thought she’d find again — comfort, love, belonging. But Ethan’s world isn’t what it seems. Behind his perfect smile hides a family web of secrets, power, and corruption. When Sasha finds herself standing over a lifeless body, blood on her hands, she must decide: is she a victim of love… or its killer? In a story of passion, betrayal, and the thin line between love and destruction, Forever Always asks — how far would you go for the person who made you feel alive again?

Her revenge required his resources. His price was her surrender. She ran from a gilded cage. He’s the only man who can give her the keys to her revenge—and the one who knows how to make her beg for his touch. Her only weapon is a job at Daki Tech, where she finds herself at the mercy of her childhood rival, the ruthless billionaire Reomen Daki. He offers her a deal: his resources for her vengeance, in exchange for her absolute submission in a brutal professional war that bleeds into nights of white-hot tension. Their every clash is a battle of wills laced with searing attraction, a dangerous game where the lines between hatred and hunger blur. To burn her family's world to the ground, she must first play with the one man who knows how to make her burn.

I was sent to kill him. He was sent to kill me. Instead, we found each other at the same rooftop, blades drawn, and neither of us finished the job. Now the Family orders me to seduce the very same man: Lucius Ravelle—the untouchable king of the business underworld, and heir to the dynasty my bloodline betrayed. Decades ago, the Marchesis and Ravelles swore peace at a candlelit table. By dawn, a Ravelle heir was dead with a Marchesi blade in his throat. The truce shattered, the vendetta began, and the graves continued to fill. To the Family, I’m the perfect Marchesi heiress. Their obedient blade. A pawn dressed in velvet, meant to lure him in and bleed him dry. Yet, if I falter, I’m nothing. If I fail, I die. But Lucius isn’t a man who falls into traps… He builds them. The longer I play this game, the more I realize the truth: He isn’t my mark. He’s my obsession. And I… I am his. But between us lies a vendetta written in blood—and loving him may be the first and last mistake I ever make. --- EXPECT: • INFINITE RED FLAGS • Enemies-to-lovers slow burn • Very spicy smut • Mafia heiress × obsessive CEO/rival • Seduction-as-assassination schemes • Dark obsession and sharp banter

Nyx Keller’s final hunt should have been her last. Instead of prison, she receives an impossible choice: exile to the Beastworld (a dimension ruled by shapeshifting predators) or rot in a cell for forty years. Armed with nothing but her wits and a monitoring chip implanted in her spine, Nyx sets foot in a realm that slaughtered humans three centuries ago. She’s not supposed to survive there but the Lion King has other plans. Raziel Ashmane is fascinated by the human who refuses to bow. When he claims Nyx as his own, it ignites a firestorm of political intrigue, ancient grudges, and a connection that defies three hundred years of bloodshed. But Nyx has her own plan as well: surviving, taming the Nightstalker, and building an army from the outcasts; the ones the Kings deemed worthless. But Beastworld isn’t just one kingdom, it has five kingdoms. Each ruled by a king who wants Nyx dead and for themselves. Surviving there will require more than sharp instincts. CONTENT WARNING: Mature themes including violence, morally complex characters, intense romantic tension, and a heroine who will do terrible things trying to survive in a world that wants her dead. UPDATE SCHEDULE- 2 chapters/day

The first rule of Duskwind Academy is: never look the Alphas in the eyes. I broke it. Now four of them want me… and the everyone else wants me dead. ______ The werewolf world is falling apart. Packs are crumbling under the rule of corrupt elites, and the Moon Goddess has only one last gamble to restore balance: gifting humans with the wolf’s power. The Moon-Blessed are her chosen saviors, whether they want it or not. Heidi Remington never asked for this fate. Human-born, unwanted, and dropped into Duskwind Pack territory, she’s treated as little more than a servant. Survival is now her only goal. But Duskwind Academy is a battlefield where dominance means everything. And the moment Heidi’s gaze collides with the four untouchable Alpha heirs, everything changes. Why would four Alphas want a nobody like her? Why would they even feel the bond at all? And Heidi? She wasn’t supposed to want them back. Now she’s caught in the deadly pull of four possessive Alphas who refuse to let go. Which Alpha gets the girl? Will she survive the target they've painted on her back? But most especially, will she survive their maddening obsession and rivalry?

Have you ever had the worst first day at work? Ivy Morales has. Nothing compares to the sheer humiliation of being caught 'tits out' by the sinfully gorgeous Winn Kane, her new boss. Ivy’s got problems. Money problems, boyfriend problems and a desperate need to prove herself. But the more she pushes to show she’s more than just a girl with killer curves, incredible tits and a smart mouth, the deeper she gets tangled in his dangerous orbit. Winn Kane should have fired her. Instead, he keeps testing her, pushing her, wanting her. She found a job. He found an obsession. This is a scorching office romance and temptation is the job description.

•⋅⊰∙∘☽✼☾∘∙⊱⋅• Senior year was supposed to be Noah Valentine's glow-up. New wardrobe. New reputation. This was finally his chance to prove he wasn't the same awkward boy bullies could easily prey on. Then his mom got remarried... And his new stepbrother turned out to be Adrien Fell. Rich. Arrogant. Straight. Gorgeous of course, is determined to ruin his year all over again-except when he's glaring at his dates, interfering with his plans, or (annoyingly) acting like he actually cares. Enemies? Definitely. Step-siblings? Unfortunately. Attraction? ...Yeah, that's the goddamn problem. Between jealous exes, revenge plots, family secrets and obsessed stalkers, Noah's's "best year ever" is spiraling out of control. But maybe-just maybe-the boy he was never supposed to want is the one who's been waiting for him all along. [MATURE CONTENT, EVENTUAL SMUT] (What to expect) •Family murder mystery •Enemies to lovers •Forced proximity •Yandere stalker •Eventual smut (very graphic) •Taboo relationship •GL side couple •Love triangle •⋅⊰READER CHALLENGE⊱⋅• ° 20 power stones [ONE BONUS CHAPTER] ° 5 GOLDEN TICKETS [THREE BONUS CHAPTERS] ° 30 COMMENTS IN ONE CHAPTER [TWO BONUS CHAPTERS]

What happens behind the camera? BL Dreamlight Production is a powerhouse in the world of BL series, famous for its perfectly paired, fan-shipped actors. Among them, Yushan and Xin stood out as the most beloved duo, capturing countless hearts with their undeniable chemistry. But soon, fans begin to wonder... are they really just acting, or is there something real behind those scenes? Without a warning, Xin disappears, and Yushan is assigned a new partner. The rumors ignite again. Why were they separated? Was everything the fans suspected true? And now, with a new co-star beside him, can Yushan recreate that same magic? Or will the spark that once defined him on screen never return?

"Satisfy me, or suffer!" Since childhood, Carabella never received affection from her family. Her mother died of illness while her father gambled away everything until his debts piled up. When Carabella turned 18, her father sold her to a perfectionist CEO named Jefferson. He'd looked down on her since childhood, straining their relationship. But now that their fates are intertwined, Jefferson began to see Carabella in new light! He falls head over heels for her and wanted to make her his but can he protect her from his fiancée, Larissa. To keep her close, he employed her as his housekeeper and personal assistant. But can he really protect her from the world and win her love? Will he successfully break his engagement with Larissa and chase Carabella back before it's too late?

“You motherfucker… don’t come back to this shop again… or else…” Customers flinched at the loud noise. The next second, someone was thrown out of the shop by the delicate but handsome-looking omega shopkeeper. The alpha hunters flinched as they watched the omega shopkeeper move back after throwing an alpha out all on his own, and they all thought the same thing—do not anger the shopkeeper and do not go after him. After all, to these low-level alpha hunters, the omega civilian shopkeeper was a celebrity. However, what these hunters did not know was the secret the omega shopkeeper hid. Not only was he a hunter, but also part of the first-generation hunters who went after the world’s first and last L-class gate, and perished. But Kyle somehow survived. And not only did he survive, but he also found himself returning 10 years after he entered the L-class gate as a dead man walking. With no money and no identity to call his own, Kyle decided to start fresh from the bottom and live a civilian life he was not able to last time. He almost succeeded, if not for the new customers of his that were trying to uncover his identity. The world had changed from the once-bleak one where hunters were feared, to one where hunters were revered as celebrities, but Kyle had no intention of stepping into the limelight. Now, if only others got the message, he would appreciate it as well. After all, he had no intention of mingling with the world of top hunters again, even if the pull tried to bring him back. ______ New book out. Please check it out

Princess Elinessa was enjoying her new life inside a fluffy novel; with jewels, gowns, and the ease of a crown. Determined to avoid the messy drama of the main plot, she chose to live quietly as a side character. And complete the novel by helping the main characters in their plot. But a strange glitch rewrote the story, merging it with something darker. Suddenly, a villain who was never meant to exist appeared… and his eyes were fixed on her. Will she manage to stay out of the rewritten tale and find a way back home, or be pulled into a fate that was never hers to claim? EXCERPT: Elinessa’s breath came sharp and furious as she was running, soaked gown clinging to her frame, golden hair plastered to her cheeks. She turned around the corner, heart racing but she slammed right into him. A hand shot out. Fingers curled tight as steel wrapped around her wrist. Her wrist was pinned held high against the wall in Drayce’s iron grip and yet, her glare didn’t waver. She looked every bit a furious storm in silk and bruises. He looked...cold and quietly, unmistakably furious too. Drayce tilted his head, water dripping from his dark hair strands, a cruel smile tugging at his lips. “Running?” he said softly. Too softly. Elinessa yanked her wrist. But he didn’t let go, even tightening his hold on her. “Let me go,” she hissed, her voice trembling perhaps due to cold or anger. He stepped closer. Bringing his face too close to hers. “Feisty for a dove.” he murmured, breath ghosting against her rain-slick skin. “I decide who flies in my territory.” His golden eyes dragged over her face, slow and unbothered like he had all the time in the world. “You keep fighting like you're not already caged.” Elinessa’s eyes narrowed, voice steady even as her pulse pounded: “Careful, Your Majesty. Even caged birds bite. You were never meant to be part of my story,” she snapped, shaking with fury. His smile was bitter. Bladed he replied “And yet, here we are. The story is ours now” Elinessa (whispering): “Then I’ll rewrite the ending… before it rewrites me.” Drayce’s smile deepened not warm, but cold. Like a hunter who hadn’t caught a bird... but clipped its wings himself.

Disaster or Forever? The moment Heartfilia Dwight Mereles knew she would have to marry the man she despised and treated as her arch-nemesis, she felt intense rage build up inside her. She practically cursed that day because she never thought that of all the men in the world, Jharied Cojuangco would be the one whom she had to marry. She did not have a choice, because the company of her parents was at the brink of bankruptcy. Can Heartfilia tame her Playboy husband? Will Filia open her heart to the young man? Is she ready to be hurt? Will she take the risk knowing that the young man may never be truly hers? Will they be ready for whatever life will throw at them? Just how strong is their love for each other? Or will they allow themselves to be defeated by the people who want to destroy their relationship? Does the Wife or the Mistress hold more power?