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The Evil Emperor's Fragile Heart

Mana was a brilliant young lawyer working for the biggest international law firm in the world. With her prodigious talents, influential family and a perfect fiancé, her life was considered a dream come true…until a freak accident cost her everything. Or so she thought. After three years of being confined to a hospital bed, the man she had loved with all her heart told her about his betrayal as he slit her throat. The next moment, Mana found herself in the body of a sickly ten-year-old princess of the same name, in a world she thought to be fictional. “The Legend of Mars” was an ancient epic chronicling the adventures of the divine King Mars and his virtuous wife, Queen Astra, and their triumph over the evil, half-demon emperor Raven. Princess Mana was the unfortunate half-sister of Princess Astra, who died at the age of ten…and somehow pulled in Mana’s soul. And thus, Royal Princess Mana decided to make the best of her new chance at life and seek happiness. However, she soon found that what she had read in “The Legend of Mars” and the actual people she met were very different. Why was the divine child Mars an insufferable brat? Why was the virtuous Astra plotting nefarious schemes? Why did the brother of Mars look exactly like her traitorous fiancé of her previous life? And the meek little boy she accidentally rescued was actually the fearsome evil emperor …? But why on earth was he clinging to her and looking at her with puppy eyes?
Jaywalker_Holmes · 1.2m Views

His Deadly Obsession with Her

*Title Change Coming Soon* Some stories start off like a fairytale. Some start off mediocre. Phoebe's started with tragedies. He was a boy raised by wealth and power. He became a man of danger and obsession. Her fire, her spite, her strength, her beauty. It was a trap and he fell right in. Consumed by need and desperation. He’d burn the world for her. He’d tear down empires. Rip through Earth. He would have her or no one else would. *** ~Phoebe "Get away." I growled. The closer the kidnappers moved, the angrier I got. I yanked on my ties. He grabbed my face pinching my cheeks hard and went to lean in for a kiss, but I jerked my head away quick, he wasn't prepared, his grip slipped, giving me the opening so, I slammed my forehead into his, hard. "Ow, fuck, you cunt." he punched me twice, the first hitting me in the eye and the second was across the cheek. My face ached. But I won't break. "Hand me my knife." The man said. He began slicing up my hoodie. I screamed. The cold air of the room crept up my exposed skin. "You're fucking tits are nice." He licked his lips and just as his hand reached for my breast, a loud bang echoed through the room. "Fuck what was that? Jung, go check it out." The man ordered his friend. I screamed again. Loud and angry, I needed whoever was up there to hear me. I let all the rage out in one loud roar. The man slapped me and then back handed me across the face. I felt dizzy after the last one. The world spun a little more, and nausea swirled in the pit of my belly. The door is busted open and in walks a group of men and that's when I spot him. Kim Taeyung. He was standing in the doorway. I was so happy to see him and then realization struck. He could see me. My body exposed to him. I was in a daze. I couldn't hear what was being said. But he was standing there. He looked mad. So mad. I've never seen anyone look that enraged. All of a sudden, a fight broke out, bats and pipes went flying. Blood splashed all of the place, like the room was getting a new paint job. My eyes kept moving around the room at everything going on that I didn't notice Taeyung was now standing by my side and cutting off my restraints. The man who took me charged at him. Fear ran up my spine, and I tried to untie my rope, but the rope kept moving and my hands wouldn't do what I wanted them to do. What was going on with me? It was like I couldn't control my own body; everything was off. I lost consciousness for a moment. *** ~Taeyung~ Phoebe was on a bed; she had rope tied around her wrists and ankles and tied to the bed posts. Her hoodie had been cut to shreds. Her hair was disheveled and her face red and bloodied and bruised. Yet she didn’t look broken. She looked like an animal ready to snap and devour a man whole. “Who the fuck are you? What are you doing here?” a man yelled. “Was this your brilliant idea?” I asked him. My eyes narrow, my face burning with rage. A murderous intent was pooling off me. I wanted to fucking put a bullet between his eyes right now. “So, what if it was, what are you going to do?” He snapped back at me. I looked at his men there was about five of them in the room, I’m assuming they were the known associates listed in Mr. Jin’s text to me. I looked to the men with me and nodded. They spread out from behind me and moved through the room holding their weapons. Taunting them. “Your buddies won’t be leaving this room alive, and you, I’ll be seeing you later.” The minute I took a step forward my men jumped. Blood splattering everywhere. “I’m going to leave my woman now.” “The fuck, you think you can just walk in here and take what you want?” Jeong Youngjoon charged at me with a knife. But I stepped to the side, grabbed his wrist and twisted it hard. His bone snapped and shattered. “That was stupid.” “Fuck you, I’m not scared of you.” He spit at me. I laughed loudly. “You will be...” ***The male lead has a lot of growth to make but he does grow and she didn’t fix him, he fixes himself!***
devonany · 43.2k Views

Dear 6th Husband, I Am Cursed. Will You Die Too?

[Warning: Mature Content, R18+] [Detailed Smut] [Strictly for Adults Only] Soundtrack available on YT, IG, & FB SONG TITLE: Cursed - Shiroi Nami (Dear 6th Husband, I Am Cursed. Will You Die Too?) Sora Han is an unapologetic widow in her mid-thirties, with a name spoken in tales. She had learned to live beneath glares, behind whispers, and far from open doors. After her fifth husband died in a fire that devoured their building and ruined multiple tenants’ lives, she became the neighborhood’s favorite rumor: A black witch. A modern siren. A walking curse in human form. The cursed auntie next door… Men who linger too long by her side fall ill, lose their fortunes, or simply… die. Parents warn their kids to stay away. Customers won’t step into her café. Drowning in penalties, compensations, and renovation debts, Sora keeps her failing business alive by day and secretly does tarot and birth chart readings by night. Because when the world already thinks you’re cursed and wicked, why not prove them right? To make them all die of a heart attack! Fate is cruel like that. It laughs while it bleeds you dry. But the universe is not finished with her yet. When her path tangles once more with a man far too young to look at her the way he does, the cracks in her curse begin to show. Their meeting is no accident. It was a trap, and she fell for it. Yeongjae Young, a dangerously charming investor ten years younger than her, enters her life in the most unimaginable, funny way. He carries a past she cannot remember, a love he never buried deep enough, and a mission he cannot refuse, which could destroy them both. Torn between the woman he loves and the family that raised him to hunt truth and vengeance for his uncle's killer, Yeongjae knows one thing for sure: Sora is not just part of the mystery: She is the key. As fake dates turn real, walls fall, and lines blur. Anger turns into desire, and heat into hunger. Enemies inch closer to lovers, long-buried secrets begin to surface... the curse, the deaths, and the fire that started it all. When the truth finally comes out, Yeongjae must choose: protect the woman he loves… or betray her to fulfill his mission. And Sora must decide: trust the man who awakened the soul she locked away, or prove that love is the deadliest curse of all. ********* I might have teased him too far. Because now Yeongjae was above me, hovering, caging me in with his arms, looking at me like I was something he intended to devour completely. “Did you have fun playing with me?” he asked, the corner of his mouth lifting in a dangerous smirk. “I—I wasn’t playing with—” “Shut up.” Before I could react, his hand was on my jaw, holding me still as his mouth crashed into mine. His tongue swept inside, deep and claiming, stealing every ounce of control I thought I still had. “Mmm—” I tried to protest, but the sound dissolved into a helpless moan when his body pressed closer. I was already lost. Before I could even adjust, he added another, curling them just the right angle while his thumb began rubbing tight circles. “Oh my God… Yeongjae…” My back arched off the mattress, pleasure exploding through me so fast it made my head spin. “Who’s the virgin now?” he murmured, watching me with dark, focused eyes. “You might be the first, but I’m not innocent, Sora. I’m not clueless...” “Let’s do this every day… every night,” he murmured against my skin. “What?!” I laughed breathlessly, shocked by his boldness. “That’s too much.” “Okay…” he said without missing a beat, lifting his head with a crooked grin. “Just every night then.” I laughed again. “I haven’t even said I want to keep doing this with you after tonight.” The moment the words left my mouth, I knew I’d made a mistake. “Then I guess I have work to do,” he said quietly. “I’ll just have to convince you.” Before I could react, he shifted down the bed, his hands sliding along my thighs as he spread my legs apart. “Yeongjae, wait, I haven’t—fu…”
Shiroi_Nami · 79.7k Views

The Reborn Sovereign of Ruin, Bound by His Star

Revenge is, by all means, one of the most guaranteed things to happen when a warlord with dragon blood in his veins and ether at his side is betrayed, poisoned, and reduced not to death but to decades of obliterating pain as his ether channels burn from his very soul. Only one remained. One channel, thin and fragile around his heart, survived long enough for him to endure, to wait, to plan, to manipulate, and, eventually, to return to the world with one clear purpose: to burn down the nation of the traitor who thought he had erased him for good. But then came a fortune teller at a street stall. And with the fortune teller came a dare Arik accepted for fun, a spread of cards drawn with no real expectation beyond momentary amusement. Instead, he found something far more dangerous than revenge waiting for him. His mate. A story of rebirth, revenge, enemies-to-allies-to-lovers, political ruin, ether, and the deeply unfortunate reality that the one person tied to Arik’s fate may be the very last person he should ever want. — Warnings, disclaimers, cries for help… call them whatever you want. This is the third book set in the same universe, but it can be read on its own. The world will be fully presented, so nobody needs to do homework before stepping into the chaos. For anyone curious, the first two books are: Bound by the Mark of Lies Shadow Unit Scandal: The Commander’s Omega This universe is ABO dragged directly into etherpunk, political fantasy, violence, bad coping mechanisms, and my ongoing inability to let powerful people make emotionally healthy decisions. There will be violence. There will be gore. There will be smut. There will also be vengeance, terrible restraint, worse impulses, emotional damage, and at least one man reacting to fate like it personally insulted his bloodline. Good luck.
Amiba · 168.4k Views

Surrender To Us, Our Luna (One Luna, Four Alphas)

“Alpha Troy! Over here!” I yelled, raising my hand for help. I was under attack by a monster while saving my mates. The four of them heard me cry out as the creature clawed me and slammed me against the wall. “Help me!” I gasped, but their attention shifted when a soft cry came from the other side. It was Oriana, the gentle princess and a warrior, a combination most men lusted after. But not my mates. They were in my troupe, my friends, my lovers. We shared a bed, a bond. I knew they would save me. “Ohhh! I’m going to die,” she whimpered again, though she could have stood up easily. The monster’s focus was on me. “Yorick!” I screamed, reaching for another of my mates, struggling to escape, my leg tangled in silver chains. My mates looked at me and then at her—and I saw it. The shine of love in their eyes. In a heartbeat, they ran to her. My heart slowed. Tears welled up. Oriana had warned me: when it came down to it, they would choose her. She told me they only used me to pass time in the dorm room because I agreed for gangbang while other she-wolves did not. And now, right before my eyes, they were leaping into battle—for her. “We’ll come back for you, don’t worry,” Haiden shouted, as if that erased the betrayal. At that moment, the monster turned back to me. And I knew there would be no saving me. So I prayed they’d live long enough to regret their choice. --- Clementine had spent her life as the insufferable daughter of an alpha—tough, rebellious, and uninterested in love, especially in a world where male wolves were allowed multiple mates. Tired of her attitude, her stepmother forced her into an academy built to train fighters against deadly monsters. On her first day, Clementine was shocked to find her roommates were the worst people from her past: -Alpha Yorick, her bitter ex-boyfriend -Alpha Troy, her ex–best friend who believed she betrayed him -Alpha Haiden, the bully who had made her life hell -And Alpha Ian, her former cellmate who thought she manipulated him into punishment They all seemed to want revenge. But when they fought side by side on the battlefield, something strange happened–Clementine felt a mate bond with all of them. At first, things turned steamy. Hatred became desire. Tension turned into passion. But then, Clementine saw the truth: when it came down to it, they would always choose someone else over her. To them, she had only ever been a distraction, a toy to share and throw away.
AlexisDee · 1.4m Views

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_ · 172.1k Views

Death Game Players in the Conan World

After her inexplicable death in her sleep, Kurokawa Saki was thrown into the Death Game section selection. Receiving information that there are 12 players with various different IDs, she quickly found out how unreliable most of them were. Moreover, half of them were in the Red party and the other half was in the Black Party. So the werewolves game has started. Moreover, the game still gave them inexplicable missions from time to time. Kurokawa Saki: “...” It's so exciting. When the mainline started and the ‘dead’ players received new ID, they had just realized the game was driving them further and further away in various ‘fun’ scenarios. … [No. 1]: I know that I'm the member of the organization on the surface but what the hell is this task of dancing in the nightclub? Moreover, I'm being hit on and could only run away. That blond haired bartender has been glaring at me! [No. 2]: My second ID is a high school student and I transferred to Teitan High School. Due to the mission to get Sonoko's sister's phone number, I had to play with these two students and Conan has been glaring at me, ah, ah! [No. 3]: My first ID is a killer, the second one is a serial killer, and the third one is a drug dealer. Can't you give me a normal identity? I didn't even dare to come out of my house now! [No. 4]: I'm a police officer, but I'm not even as good as an elementary school student in solving cases. And what do you mean that I'm just a violent police officer, huh? Watch me break the telephone pole, you b*stard! + 8 more people. … After a few scenarios, everyone came to the same conclusion The players: This game is too hard! Not only do they have to act in accordance with their ID card, they also have to complete various strange missions. So… let's make trouble :) When the vice leader of their group sees what they have been doing through their daily share in the chat…. Public Security Officer [5]: … NO, What the hell is wrong with you? One of you is fighting with Shuichi Akai and the other one is fighting with Furuya Rei? You even earn exclusive titles from them! You two are on the freaking Red Side! The two troublemakers: Hehe, sorry, Vice Leader, we're under too much pressure and fighting can enhance ‘friendship.’ Public Security Officer [5]: No, your exclusive titles from them show how much they hated you. And when he tried to calm down, he found out the others are not any better. [6]: Wow, it's so fragrant to tease this pink haired post graduate school student~ [7]: Ah, I nearly died in the hands of Gin… when can I receive the death script QAQ [8]: Let me fight the FBI again. I'm itching to fight. [9]: Why do I have to be the attending doctor of the main characters, ah… [10]: Oh, I just threatened Vermouth [11]: Oops, Conan is glaring at me for teasing Ran [12]: Hey, this female announcer is really nice. I felt bad for lying to her. As the only serious one, no. 5 just wanted to say one thing: [5]: …Destroy it. I'm tired. … Note 1: There’ll be OOC and the character's interpretation might not be correct. A lot of original characters in the world’s settings, playing for fun and all. (more wines and police officers, a few original cases, and the player group’s self made case) Note 2: There will be a lot of personal subjective thoughts in the article. If you have any parts that you don’t agree with, please stop the loss in by clicking the arrow on the upper left corner in time. Thank you for your cooperation. Note 3: The style is mixed between comedy and tragedy… you’ve been warned Note 4: This is a fan fiction, I don't own the characters belonging to the comic. I only made a few original characters for the sake of the story Note 5: I made this more for myself and for fun so eh, don't expect too much
SoraKeith · 197.2k Views

Sold To The Werewolf King

"Love is a sin for me, but for you, I'm willing to carry that sin." Iskandar Linwood is the King of Werewolves. At the age of 12, he gained his Supreme Alpha form and began the conquest to bring all the packs under his rule. No one has seen him fully because of the mask that covers the right side of his face, so that people cannot see the horrendous burn mark present there. Everyone says he is the other name of death. Whoever has tried to go against Iskander's wish, the person goes through the most horrible death. Yohana Arlington belongs to the Night Silver Pack. She was born wolf-less; however, it didn't limit Yohana's true strength from coming out. Two years ago, when Yohana's parents passed away, chaos occurred in her pack. Being wolf-less, she couldn't lead her pack. However, with her strategic planning and smartness, Yohana gains the trust of the elders of the pack and helps her brother become the next alpha of the pack as soon as he turns 18. One thing that Yohana is unaware of is the darkness that has begun lurking over her. Her brother sells her to the vicious Werewolf King, Iskander Linwood, as a slave to save the pack. Yohana has no way but to serve the werewolf King, because if she refuses, he will flood the river of blood in her pack. Can Yohana, who is a slave now, win Iskander's heart filled with only darkness? Will she carve a path for herself to become the Queen of the werewolves by making Iskander fall in love with her?
Kn_star8 · 44.8k Views

Billionaires' Regret: My Ex's Nemesis Fathering My Triplets

[Mature Content R18+] [Slow-Burn Dark Romance] Two days before my wedding, my fiancé told me he would marry my twin sister, because it was her dying wish. My family, his family, everyone dear to me, turned me into a villain for being defiant. The decision was final. The bride had changed. They forced me into a golden cage, waiting for my turn to be another substitute. Then he came. The man who should have been my enemy offered his hand. Led us into one wild night. "Be my wife. Six years. Let's have a contract for exactly that long." "You lost your mind. You promised-" "And I'll give you five years. You can be free. Do whatever you want with the Kingston name. I promised that." "Wh... what?" "But you must promise me, you will be back, and let's live like we burn for each other in that last year." "Rafael... what are you planning to?" "Get things back to their right place." I was tired of being anyone's pawn. So, I play my own game. Five years later, I am back. Revenge is an understatement. The price for my suffering is due. My children keep asking for their father. They'll meet him soon, but there's a problem:  I’m not sure who the real father is. "Viona... I never stop loving you. Tell me they are my flesh, right? I want you back. I want us back." My ex-fiancé shamelessly pleaded before me. "They are mine. The four of them are mine." And there he was, my contracted husband declared with a glare that was ready to burn the whole society down. This should be a simple game of power. But love always meddles between the players. ====== Author's Note: This Novel is a character-driven plot with slow-burn smut. Every character has their own motivation and is layered. Every choice has no easy way out. If you enjoy slow burn, this might be to your liking. Please read all the free chapters before you decide to continue or not. Thank you for giving this story a chance.
DP_RINN · 203.4k Views