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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_ · 34.8k Views

Fated To Three, Betrayed By All… Until She Rose.

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. ****
Ahvahh_ · 1.3m Views

Claimed by the vampire prince

Content Warning: Contains mature themes that may be unsuitable for underaged readers. Excerpt Ragnar finally looked up. His eyes roamed her face, then dropped lower and lingered just a second too long. “Careful, princess. Keep taunting me like that and I’ll start thinking you like our nightly sparring.” “And if I did?” Her voice was soft now. Almost playful. “Would you stop pretending that you don't like it when I challenge you?” He rose from his seat slowly until he stood toe to toe with her. “Tell me something, Circe.” She tilted her chin up. “What?” “If I kissed you right now… Would you slap me, stab me, or kiss me back?” Her breath hitched. “That depends.” “On?” “How good the kiss is.” A pause. Something hummed between them, something neither of them dared name. Ragnar’s gaze dropped to her mouth. “Do you want me to find out?” She smiled, slow and wicked. “Make it worth the risk.” **** She was forced to marry the man who led the attack on her people. After her father is murdered, Circe is forced to leave her home and become a prisoner of the enemy. When she is taken to the enemy territory, she expects to be tortured physically in every way imaginable. But what she hadn't expected was for the vampire king to offer her up as a bride to his illegitimate son, the very same man that had her people slaughtered. It was a fate worse than torture. With her little brother's life on the line and with nowhere to run, Circe is forced to succumb to her fate. Right then she vowed in the name of her dead father to bring her husband to his knees. She would have her revenge, even if it meant destroying herself in the process. From the first time Prince Ragnar laid eyes on Circe, he knew she was going to be trouble. But trouble had never looked so intriguing. She was a puzzle he couldn't solve and that fact only drew him closer. Like a moth to a flame, she threatened to consume him. She would be his very own demise. Circe's presence in Lamora awoke something sinister, a malicious entity roaming the lands. From dusk till dawn, the streets of Lamora becomes engulfed in a strange fog and from within the voice of a woman can be heard. Anyone who wanders out at night when the fog comes, vanishes seemingly without a trace. Never to be found again. what happens when Circe's brother becomes a victim of this evil presence? What happens when Circe has no other choice but to team up with her husband, who she despises, in order to find the truth behind the disappearances and the evil magic plaguing their lands.
Blessing_Nwodo_16 · 220.1k Views

cursed by the shadowborn princes

The Night Oracle never lies— so when she declared that the Shadowborn Princes were destined for me, the entire kingdom fell silent. Because destiny was never supposed to choose me. Not when my sister Seraphine exists. Seraphine, the golden daughter of the realm. Seraphine, the blessed one everyone adored. Seraphine, who hid a wicked tongue behind her perfect smile. And me? Lyria, the overlooked sister. The mistake. The girl born with a cracked spirit mark and eyes that frightened even the priests. The three Shadowborn Princes— Raven, Draven and Malek— despise my very existence. I feel it every time their shadows brush against my skin, every time the bond pulls tight and forces us into the same space. They hate me. They want me. And they can’t decide which urge is stronger. I should run. I tried to run. But the bond is a chain made of fate and fire, dragging me back into their dangerous world of shadow-magic, forbidden heat and suffocating desire. And when the truth about Seraphine comes out— the lies, the manipulation, the spell she placed on them— everything changes. The princes who once hated me now crave me desperately, violently, obsessively. But they’re too late. Because I’m no longer the soft girl they ignored. I’ve been shattered and rebuilt by the same hands that pushed me into the darkness. Now that I’ve risen, I won’t be their puppet. I won’t be anyone’s pawn. ~*~ “We chose you, Lyria… we always did.” Malek’s voice trembled, his hand ghosting up my thigh as if he feared I’d vanish. “We were blind. We let her twist us. We let her twist you. Let us make it right.” Raven’s lips touched the shell of my ear, slow and sinful. Draven’s fingers slipped under my shirt, grazing my skin like he owned it. My breath hitched— but my heart stayed frozen. My eyes dropped to Raven’s mouth. Full. Tempting. But they had kissed Seraphine. All three of them had. I don’t touch what’s already been used. “No.” My voice cut through the heat choking the air. “I’m done. Go back to Seraphine. She deserves you more than I ever did.” Raven’s growl rumbled through my spine as he pressed himself against me, dark and furious. “I’ll raze kingdoms, Lyria. I’ll tear down the Oracle’s temple stone by stone if that’s what it takes to bring you back to us.” “Do that, then,” I whispered, pushing their hands away. “Come find me after the world is ash.” I stepped off the table, leaving them stunned, breathless, burning. Their eyes followed me like shadows desperate for their master. But I didn’t look back. They created this version of me. The creature who no longer kneels. CONTENT WARNING: This book contains dark themes, explicit scenes, manipulation, violence, intense obsession and mature content. Reader discretion advised.
Big_sam · 869 Views

The Demon King's Son and his Icy Shizun [BL]

TAGS: Forbidden love, hiding true identity, the MC is a demon, dark romance, adventure, passion, and BL cultivation. --- Can their forbidden love survive a deadly world? – Sonny, a son of a demon king, lost everything in one night: his family, his demon prince identity. He had no choice but to hide his identity where demons are hunted down like animals, and his powers sealed by his father for protection. And he lived among the righteous cultivators for many years, slowly forgetting what it means to be a demon prince, or to be truly himself. He learned to survive in obedience and silence, and carrying a heavy weight on his shoulders, his true bloodline that nobody can ever discover, not his new master, can know the truth, or everything will become ashes and blood. Many years ago, when he was a child, he was saved by a righteous cultivator who was known for coldness and beauty, but sent him into a literal world of suffering, unintentionally. Killian, his frosty master, is rumored to hunt down demons, and so he knows he shouldn't trust him, but sometimes Killian shows a glimpse of kindness to him, which thaws his icy heart. He can't help feeling drawn to the man, like a moth to a flame. Can Killian ever choose him, someone who is a demon of powerful lineage, and not see him as a threat or a monster? —- *** The cold man asked, “Who are you?” The eight-year-old Sonny, his weary body falling to the ground, lifted his head and looked at the cold man, whose expression was unreadable, his silver hair falling across his shoulders, beautiful in the moonlight. “...My name is Sonny.” The cold man lifted him into his arms and flew into the sky, taking him away from all he knew, his life forever changed. ___________________ The MC is a gong. The male lead is a shou. —
Apples_is_sweet · 31.1k Views

CHASING THE UNWANTED MATE

Seventeen years of being invisible taught Raven Ashford one truth: she didn't belong in the Moonridge Pack. Her parents barely looked at her. Her golden sister, Celeste, treated her like hired help. The pack members whispered "wolfless" and "defective" whenever she passed. Even him—Kade Thornwell, future Alpha and her sister's perfect fiancé—made her childhood a living hell with his cruel games and cutting words. Raven's plan was simple: survive until eighteen, leave, and never look back. Then her wolf finally awakened on her eighteenth birthday. Late, yes, but powerful beyond measure. And the mate bond? It snapped straight to the one person she despised most—Kade Thornwell, the beautiful bastard who spent years making sure she knew she was worthless. She rejected him on the spot. No hesitation. No second chances. But Kade can't accept it. His wolf is going insane. The bond is a constant ache. Suddenly, he sees everything he was too blind and cruel to notice before—her quiet strength, her hidden beauty, the way she held herself together despite years of abuse. The girl he tormented is his perfect match, and he destroyed any chance he had. Now he'll do anything to win her back. Break his engagement. Defy his father. Burn down the pack hierarchy. He'll grovel, beg, and chase her to the ends of the earth. Too bad Raven Ashford isn't the broken girl he remembers. She's learned to bite back. And she has a new Alpha watching her with interested eyes—one who never needed a bond to see her worth.
isahziya · 1.9k Views

The Devil CEO's Contract Wife

[Mature Content] [Dark Themes] Catherine Lane had the perfect job in Midnight City, secretary to Ares King, the impenetrable billionaire bachelor, infamously known as the devil CEO. To the outside world, Catherine's life was nothing short of flawless, but in reality, she struggles with debts on the verge of ruining her life. To avoid harassment, she decides to quit and get the cut that comes with it. As if that wasn't enough, her long-term boyfriend cheated on her, claiming she's a wreck with no future, and he's better off without her. Heartbroken and devastated, Catherine is grasping at the last straws when her boss, Ares King, proposes a contract out of the blue. "Become my wife for one year." "Why me, Mr. King?" "Because we work, Ms. Lane.” The last thing she wanted was to make a deal with the devil. But this offer is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Sell your soul to the devil for one year. How hard can that be? ********** "How many?" I froze. Did he expect me to count? "How. Many?" "I-I don't—Ah!" Ares spanked me again, continuously. My eyes stung, and sweet pain overtook me. I should feel sick from deriving pleasure from this, but strangely, I wasn't. "Two?" I teased, purposely getting the numbers wrong. "You shouldn't have done that." Just as I thought, he started again, but this time he drove each hit with more force until my ass was burning. "Fifteen!" I yelled, shaking. "Wrong." My heart momentarily stopped. "I got it right!" "You missed one." He pressed his hand on my searing bottom, and I moaned. I tried to squirm away, but he trapped my hands behind my back, his voice dark with warning. "Move again, and you'll regret it." ~ A/N: This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or real events is purely coincidental.
Dy_zamite · 357.2k Views