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After criticizing the ending of a tragic BL novel, War Prize, Yan Ling opens his eyes not in his bed, but on a blood-soaked battlefield, kneeling in chains as General Yan Ling of Shen Qi, the fallen empire’s majestic general. Now defeated, captured and alive as a war prisoner. The one who stands above him is Wei Li Feng—the ruthless young general who orchestrated Shen Qi’s fall, a man the world does not yet know is the crowned king of the victorious Wei Bing Empire. Cold, brilliant, and terrifyingly calm, Wei Lifeng does not want Yan Ling’s loyalty… but him instead. Taken alive as a symbol of conquest, Yan Ling is dragged into a fate far crueler than death—bound to an enemy king who finds pleasure in his defiance, fascination in his hatred, and ownership in his existence. But Wei Lifeng is not the only one watching. A playful enemy prince skilled in forbidden arts, a gentle immortal who offers warmth with utmost care and devotion, and a notorious Demon King whose obsession transcends life and death all converge around Yan Ling—each claiming him in their own way. As Yan Ling struggles to survive a world that extends beyond mortals and cultivation, he realizes something is deeply wrong. This is no longer the novel he read. Someone called him here deliberately and the twist? Among the men who desire him, one hides the truth of why Yan Ling was chosen—and what price must be paid for breaking the story’s original ending. Caught between power, obsession, war, and love, Yan Ling must uncover the will that summoned him… or let himself be consumed by a destiny that refuses to let him escape.

Have you ever loved someone enough to let them ruin you? Hatred turns intimate. Violence turns protective. Control turns possessive. Lines blur until neither knows where revenge ends and devotion begins. This is not a love story. It’s a descent. A dark romance of power, cruelty, obsession, and the kind of attachment that doesn’t ask to be healthy—only eternal.

"I didn't take you to settle a debt, Seraphina. I took you because your face is the only thing that haunts me more than my sins." Seraphina Thorne was a girl born into light, until her brother’s mistakes dragged her into the darkness. To pay for a crime she didn't commit, she is handed over to Silas Vane—the "Reaper" of the city and a billionaire whose heart is rumored to be made of obsidian. Silas is unhinged, obsessive, and dangerously protective. He doesn't want her family's empire; he wants her. He believes she is the only thing that can keep his inner demons at bay. Seraphina thinks she’s a prisoner; Silas thinks she’s his salvation. In a world of velvet shadows and dark desires, the rules are simple: 1. You belong to him. 2. You do not leave without his permission. 3. Touch him, and you’re his. Touch another, and they’re dead.

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.

He needs her blood to survive. She needs his shadows to hide.

They don’t just steal fortunes; they delete lives. To the world, they are three socialites living a dream of champagne and silk. But in the dark corners of the financial world, they are The Silver Solitaire the most wanted criminal cell in the country. Their mission: to systematically bankrupt every CEO involved in the conspiracy that destroyed their families years ago. Orissa, Beatrix, and Ivy have turned manipulation into an art form. Using a blend of high-tech sabotage and old-school seduction, they strip the corrupt of their power, leaving behind nothing but a signature silver coin and a mountain of debt. But their final mark is the most dangerous man in Oakhaven: Sam Lutanza. Sam is the brilliant, cold-blooded heir to the empire built on their parents' blood. He doesn't just have billions; he has the FBI on speed dial and a private security web that spans the globe. For the first time, the girls are being hunted back. As the police close in and Sam begins to dismantle their secrets, the trio must decide if their "Vow of Poverty" is a mission of justice or a suicide pact.

The Mafia’s Princess ​One debt. One night. One monster. ​Ananya Mehra was the innocent daughter of a man who played a dangerous game and lost. Now, she’s the collateral. ​Advik Malhotra is the king of Mumbai’s underworld. He doesn’t want her father’s money—he wants the girl. Forced into a marriage draped in blood-red silk, Ananya is now property of the man she should fear most. ​He claims he bought her to break her family. She’s his prisoner. He’s her husband. And in his world, there is no escape.

I grew up as the only “human” in Pack Mahardika. Protected, apparently. Which is funny, because I spent most of my life being yelled at, blamed for losing training exercises, and treated like a walking inconvenience. I was fed, housed, and tolerated—because someone important once promised I wouldn’t be thrown out. Love was never part of the deal. So when the elders finally decided I’d become a liability and told me to sever my ties with the Moon Goddess and go live among humans, I nodded politely and left. No dramatics. No begging. I just figured I’d disappear quietly and let everyone get on with their lives. That was the plan. Unfortunately, the Moon had opinions. One blood offering later, I found out I’m not human, I never was, and I belong to an ancient White Wolf bloodline everyone thought was extinct for a reason. I also, somehow, managed to awaken five mate bonds—four belonging to men who once watched me suffer, and one who always treated me like a person even when no one else did. Now there’s an old enemy trying to hunt me, a pack suddenly very interested in my existence, and a whole lot of people who think I owe them forgiveness. I don’t. But I might owe them a reckoning.

•⋅⊰∙∘☽✼☾∘∙⊱⋅• 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 •Extremely slow burn •⋅⊰READER CHALLENGE⊱⋅• sorry, guys...I had to take this down because I'm running out of stockpile chapters and I'm currently too sick to create more...but I'll put it back up when I get enough chapters... thank you for the support.

Aiden Lioren, son of the Director of Magical Regulation, hunts illegal mages for the State in a city where every spark of power is monitored and controlled. Their official enemy: “Deviants,” unregistered magic users whose emotions make their powers unpredictable and “dangerous.” On his first night in the field, during a storm-soaked raid in the South Sector, Aiden feels a violent surge of electricity ripple through the city an anomaly that briefly blacks out an entire street. The source is an Electromancer Deviant, powerful and undisciplined, already targeted for capture or elimination under new State protocols. As Aiden rides with the enforcement unit into the chaos, he is determined to prove himself worthy of his father’s expectations and the Department’s ideology. What he doesn’t know yet is that the Deviant they’re hunting will shatter everything he believes about danger, control, and who truly threatens the city and that this forbidden enemy will soon become the person his heart refuses to let go.

A hero, bold and young Walked amongst mere men-- Of blood from forgotten kings And dying goddesses... He who yields the sword In shepherd's robes, Is he who will slay the curse That burdened every soul. A princess, fair and mild, Awaits as she kissed her rose petal, Singing her Oleander Symphony In bittersweet melody-- But as dawn rose She waved her kerchief As hero came like God's knight. From Tower old, Their journey begins Like every chivalric ballad Of long time ago.

BOOK TWO OF THE HAMILTON SERIES WARNING: A Regency Era novel. Adult content with detailed smut…Read at you own risk⚠️⛔️ Genre: Historical Romance / Smut / Enemies-to-Lovers [Book Two of the Hamilton Series. Can be read as a standalone, but better enjoyed after Lady Ines’ Scandalous Hobby.] To the world, Duke Rowan Hamilton is the perfect gentleman. But in the bedroom, he is a man possessed. Rowan Hamilton has it all: a Ducal title, the face of a fallen angel, and a smile that makes debutantes faint. He is the "Golden Duke"—charming, responsible, and utterly adored by society. But it’s all a lie. Beneath the coats and polite manners, Rowan is a man haunted by a ghost. For three years, he has remained faithful to the memory of a masked woman who stole a kiss, bested him at a game of chance, and vanished into the night. He doesn't want any one as his wife; he wants her. When his domineering aunt tires of his bachelorhood, she hires London’s most notorious underground matchmaker to force the issue. Enter Miss Delaney Kingsley. She is sharp-tongued, infuriatingly competent, and entirely unimpressed by his title. Her mission? To drag Rowan to the altar with the season’s "Diamond," Lady Celine, within three months to collect the juicy payment Rowan’s aunt had to offer. Rowan intends to fire the meddlesome woman. But when Delaney looks at him with those hazel, intelligent eyes and orders him around like a young lad, he feels the first spark of life he’s felt in years. He decides to play her game. He will let her "coach" him on how to woo a lady. He will let her teach him how to dance, how to flirt, and how to seduce. But he has no intention of using those lessons on Lady Celine. "You were hired to find me a Duchess, Miss Kingsley. But the only person I want in my duchy and in my bed... is you." As the lessons turn into forbidden nights and the bickering turns into scorching passion, Rowan begins to suspect that his matchmaker is hiding a secret of her own. She moves like a shadow, handles a rifle like a soldier, and tastes exactly like the ghost he’s been hunting for three years. What to Expect: * The Golden Retriever Duke: Who turns into a possessive Alpha behind closed doors. * The Matchmaker Trope: She’s trying to marry him off; he’s trying to take her clothes off. * High Heat: Slow burn that explodes into intense smut. * Competence Kink: He falls harder every time she bosses him around. * Cameos: Featuring the chaotic domestic life of Duchess Ines and Duke Carcel (and their baby Harry!). Excerpt: "Your Grace, please focus," Delaney snapped, adjusting his cravat with efficient, gloved hands. "Lady Celine is waiting in the ballroom. You must look at her as if she is the only woman in the world." Rowan caught her wrist, stopping her movements. He stepped into her space, backing her against the heavy oak door of the study, his "Golden Boy" mask slipping to reveal the hunger beneath. "And how, exactly, does one do that, Miss Kingsley?" he whispered, his voice rough. "Show me." "I—I cannot show you, I am merely the coach—" "Then teach me," he growled, lowering his head until his lips brushed the sensitive skin of her neck. "Teach me how to pretend I am not burning alive every time you walk into a room."

Northcrest High was supposed to be Aira Kapoor’s fresh start— a school where she could stay invisible, avoid drama, and definitely avoid boys. But her plan dies in the first sixty seconds. Because she crashes—literally—into Reyhan Malhotra. Handsome, arrogant, effortlessly chaotic, and widely known as the school’s Certified Menace, Reyhan is the type of boy every sensible girl avoids. He breaks rules for fun. Teachers fear him. Students worship him. And Aira? She wants absolutely nothing to do with him. Until Reyhan finds her notebook. Inside it: “The 27 Rules for Surviving Reyhan Malhotra.” And instead of being offended, he decides to break every single rule—slowly, loudly, and with a smirk that gets under her skin. What starts as irritation turns into rivalry. Rivalry turns into tension. Tension turns into moments Aira can’t explain. And Reyhan… the boy she swore to avoid… gradually becomes the one person she can’t ignore. Between jealous classmates, chaotic best friends, unexpected feelings, and a growing storm of complications, Aira begins to question the one rule she promised herself she’d never break: Rule #27 — Never, ever fall for him. But Reyhan has never followed rules. So why would he start with these? A hilarious, addictive, slow-burn enemies-to-lovers school romance where a quiet girl meets the boy designed to ruin her peace—and possibly steal her heart.

This was supposed to be a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Serving as an executive waitress with one of the country’s most elite ushering agencies—assigned to attend a luxury cruise ship event meant for the powerful and the untouchable. Who would have known that luxury hides monsters? My name is Daisy Walker. During a high-profile event at sea, I was selected among a few waitresses chosen to serve the VVIP guests. I was excited—more than excited. High pay. Elite connections. A future I had only dreamed of. The event began flawlessly. Music echoed across the deck. Glasses clinked. Laughter floated through the night air, as though nothing in the world could ever go wrong. “Daisy Walker.” Our manager’s voice cut through the noise. I straightened my uniform and walked toward him, professional, composed—smiling. “Yes, Sir James.” His stoic expression warned me even before he spoke. No mistakes. Absolute perfection. “Deliver these drinks to the VVIP section,” he ordered, eyes sharp. “And remember—no mistakes.” I nodded curtly and pushed the cart filled with wine glasses and plated desserts, smoothing my dress as I headed toward the restricted deck. I wish someone had warned me. I wish I had listened. As I neared the VVIP door, the room beside it—wide open—caught my attention. My steps slowed. Then stopped. My feet rooted to the floor. Inside the room were young women… and girls—their faces pale, eyes filled with terror. Some were crying. Some were frozen. A man sat calmly on a chair. Dangerous tattoos coiled around his left arm as he marked something on a paper, expression cold and detached. He looked up suddenly, glaring at the other men in the room. They were arguing. I didn’t even see where the gun came from. A loud bang echoed. One of the men collapsed to the floor, blood pooling beneath him. The women screamed. My hands flew to my mouth as I muffled my own cry. What the hell is this? What have I just witnessed? My fingers shook as I discreetly pulled out my phone—recording. I had to leave. I had to run. But it was already too late. The man’s devilish eyes landed on me. Without blinking, his lips curved into a slow, dark smirk. I turned to flee. Two large men appeared out of nowhere, grabbing my arms and crushing me in place. “Let me go!” I screamed, hoping—praying—someone would hear me. “Damn it!” one of them barked. “She was recording us!” My phone was ripped from my hand. Shock flooded my face. Then— A burning slap struck my cheek. I screamed. And everything went black.

What if the tragic story you once mocked… becomes the world you were thrown into? Xiao Zhi is an editor who loves tearing apart novel manuscripts for their cliche plots and cruel twists. But one day, she wakes up inside one of those very novels, as the unlucky princess destined to die a tragic death. The script says she will be married off to a barbaric prince, tortured, and killed tragically. But Xiao Zhi refuses to accept that ending. Armed with her editor’s sharp eye and modern wit, she vows to rewrite her fate, outsmart her enemies, and survive. The problem? No matter what she does, the story stubbornly plays out as it was written. Every move she makes only brings her closer to the death she’s trying to escape. How can she survive a story that refuses to be rewritten?

After giving everything she had to her father—including her loyalty, her dignity, and the trust of a husband she betrayed—Olivia was cast aside in the most brutal of ways. Her father, the Duke, petitioned the Emperor not only to strip her of her title, but to have her head shaved, her body mutilated, and her reputation dragged through the dirt by parading her half-naked through the capital. In a final act of cruelty, he revealed that he had never seen her as a daughter, but merely a tool to rid himself of her husband. In an act of mercy defying imperial decree, her brother ended her torment with a swift stroke of his sword. But death was not the end. Olivia awakens to find herself months before her execution—alive, aware, and burning with the knowledge of what is to come. This time, she vows to be the wife her husband deserved... and to make every last one of them pay for what they did to her. ​She has returned from the ashes, and this time, her wings are made of steel. Will she find redemption in her husband's arms, or will the fire of revenge consume them both?"

Eloise thought her first heartbreak would end in tears. She was wrong. It ended in gasoline and a match. ​For two years, she’d loved him with a naive belief in "forever." He was her safe place—until she found the truth buried in his trash. Used condoms, the scent of betrayal still fresh. Then came the final blow: a call from a friend who’d spotted him at a restaurant with someone else. ​Eloise didn't just walk away; she crashed his dinner. She emptied a glass of wine over his face, slapped him until her palm burned, and threw the evidence of his infidelity at his chest. ​But heartbreak demanded a higher price. That night, her agony took the shape of a flickering flame. She watched his estate burn, waiting for the satisfaction to kick in. ​It never did. Because the house didn’t belong to her ex. ​It belonged to Luciano Solis De la Vega. ​A man whose name is whispered in the city's darkest corners. Ruthless. Powerful. Terrifyingly composed. Luciano doesn’t believe in mercy or insurance claims; he believes in collateral. And now, Eloise is the only asset he intends to collect. ​She is his debt. His punishment. His. ​Luciano is a master of control, a man who breaks beautiful things just to see them bend. But Eloise refuses to shatter. Every defiant glance and every tremor of fury awakens a dangerous obsession within him. ​Their nights are a war zone where hate collides with heat and punishment blurs into desire. But as the smoke clears, Eloise realizes the fire she started was only the beginning. Between jealous lovers and enemies disguised as friends, she is trapped in a world where even loyalty has teeth. ​When two broken souls collide, they don’t heal. They incinerate. ​From the ashes of betrayal, a new kind of love is written—not in promises, but in ruins.

Viola Linden wasn’t your average girl, nor was she meek or weak. Cold-hearted. She had been the villain in countless stories, untouchable and adored by the Alpha heir, until the night her wolf was supposed to awaken, and fate played its cruelest joke. She fell to the lowest rank in her pack, rejected by her sworn mate. Stripped of status, strength, and even her wolf, she was forced to live a life worse than that of an omega. Imprisoned and alone, Viola’s only hope of escape lay in finding her wolf, or her fated mate. Only, a dark past kept her powers dormant… and her fated mate didn’t want her. He was an Alpha who had sworn off love, hardened by loss and a so called prophecy, certain he would never allow another woman into his life. But fate is a cruel trickster, and this fragile, broken girl carried a power he could neither ignore nor control. A wolfless Luna with fire in her veins, capable of shaking his empire to its core, and a desire that threatened to consume them both. When suppressed powers awaken and desire refuses to be denied, Viola will challenge everything he thought he knew, and show him that even the most untouchable Alpha can be undone by the woman he refuses to claim. ~~~ "You wear that mask as if it hides your intentions," she murmured, her gaze locked on his eyes through the fabric. He tilted his head, a slow smirk curling his lips. "It hides my weakness. And you… you’re the only one who can see through it." "You didn’t have to come tonight," she whispered, her voice trembling slightly. "And let someone else touch what’s already mine?" His words were low, almost dangerous. "I don’t belong to you. You never wanted me," she shot back, though her pulse betrayed her. "Then why did your hand find mine in that room full of strangers?" Before she could answer, he spun her, his arm sliding possessively around her waist, pulling her chest flush against him. The heat from his body pressed into her, igniting a fire she hadn’t expected. "Careful. People are watching us," she said, half command, half plea. "Let them," he whispered close to her ear. "Maybe honesty deserves an audience." "You’re dangerous in crowds," she breathed, shivering despite herself. "I'm worse alone with you, Mi amor." "Then step away," she challenged, though the words trembled. "Make me." The music slowed and faded, but the tension between them only grew, thick and consuming. Her heart pounded in her chest, her breath shallow, as she felt the pull he had on her, magnetic and undeniable. "If this ends badly…" she warned, fear threading her words. "It won’t," he said, his voice a low promise that sent heat straight through her veins. "It will end with you in my arms… whether you want it or not." ~~~ WARNING MATURE CONTENT!

Chase Sterling always felt like furniture. The kind you don't notice, the kind that's easy to shove in a corner and forget. He was used to it: people looked right through him, brushed him off like lint. But it only takes one phone call to erase a lifetime of being overlooked. When his estranged family meets a tragic end, Chase suddenly finds himself in charge of the sprawling Sterling fortune. Turns out, riches aren't the only thing the family left him. There's a curse running through his blood, warping love into something hungry and dangerous, impossible to escape. Vivian Ashford never set out to blow Chase's life to smithereens. Just one decision (a sharp, ruthless move at graduation) was all it took to set their worlds spinning out of control. While Vivian soaks up the Hollywood limelight and collects red-carpet headlines, Chase slips into his new role as Manhattan's most intimidating heir. But no matter how far they run, something keeps yanking them back together, like a stitch in an old wound that refuses to heal.