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Aria Castellan is dying from the inside out. As the kingdom's most gifted Empathic Healer, she's spent seven years absorbing the pain, trauma, and suffering of thousands—including the injuries of an entire battlefield that should have killed her. But healers don't complain. Healers don't break. So she hides behind a serene smile while her body slowly destroys itself, fragments of absorbed agony eating her alive from within. Everything changes when Commander Theron Valdris returns from the northern wars—a legendary warrior known as the Void Knight, a man cursed to feel nothing. No pain. No fear. No love. He's the kingdom's greatest weapon, emotionally dead but physically unstoppable. He's also the man who shattered Aria's heart seven years ago when he walked away without explanation, cold and unfeeling. Now he's been assigned as her personal guard after an assassination attempt, and proximity forces them together. But the more time they spend in each other's orbit, the stranger things become. Aria's power doesn't work on him—she can't sense his emotions, can't read his pain. And Theron begins experiencing fragments of sensation whenever she's near, cracks in the void that shouldn't be possible. When Aria discovers the truth—that Theron sacrificed his ability to feel anything in an ancient blood ritual to save her life seven years ago, binding his emotions to her survival—everything she thought she knew shatters. The ritual created a soul-bond neither of them understood, tying their fates together. If she dies from the accumulated pain, the bond breaks and he regains his emotions. If he dies, she loses her healing gift entirely. As enemies close in and a conspiracy to destroy the Empathic Healers' Guild unfolds, Aria and Theron must unravel the mystery of their connection, confront the people who betrayed them both, and decide if love is worth fighting fate itself.

"The Blood Moon binds what the gods have chosen. There is no breaking it. There is no escaping me." Aria Whitlock thought tonight would end her suffering. Rejected by her mate, Damien Silvercrest, on their wedding day in front of the entire pack, she's become a ghost in her own life—stripped of her wolf, her dignity, and her future. When Damien announces his engagement to Aria's former best friend just three months later, the humiliation is complete. So Aria makes a desperate choice: participate in the forbidden Blood Moon Ritual, an ancient rite that can sever unwanted mate bonds forever. She'll be free. She'll finally stop feeling the phantom agony of Damien's betrayal through their bond. But rituals have rules. And Aria breaks the most important one. She's supposed to perform the rite alone. Instead, she collides with him—Kael Blackthorn, the most dangerous Alpha in the territories. The rival her ex-mate has hated for centuries. The ruthless king who built his pack from the ashes of war and never shows mercy. One moment of contact under the Blood Moon's light, and everything goes catastrophically wrong. Their souls bind. Permanently. Irrevocably. Kael feels her emotions. Aria hears his thoughts. They can't be more than a few miles apart without physical pain. And the bond is demanding something primal, something neither of them wants to admit—completion. Kael is furious. He's spent his entire life refusing the mate bond that makes Alphas weak. Now he's chained to a wolfless reject from his enemy's pack who looks at him like he's the monster everyone claims he is. Aria is terrified. She escaped one prison only to find herself bound to a man whose reputation is built on violence, whose pack whispers that he killed his own father for the Alpha throne, whose cold silver eyes promise she'll regret this for the rest of her life. But the Blood Moon Ritual didn't just bind them—it awakened something inside Aria. Power she didn't know existed. A wolf she thought was gone forever. And a bloodline secret that makes her the most valuable—and most hunted—wolf in the territories. Damien wants her back, suddenly desperate to reclaim what he threw away. Aria's mother is hiding a legacy that could destroy kingdoms. Kael's pack is threatening mutiny over their Alpha's "weak" new mate. And an ancient enemy is rising, drawn by the power the ritual unleashed. Now Aria must choose: run from the bond and lose the power that makes her whole, or claim her place beside the Alpha everyone fears—and discover that the monster who owns her soul might be the only one who's ever truly seen her. They call him heartless. They call her broken. Together, they'll burn the whole damn world down.

Fengyu loved gold, silver, and jewels more than anything. Her greatest dream was to eat, drink, and enjoy life as a salted fish. Her fiancé was the third-ranked scholar in the imperial exams, handsome as the legendary Pan An. Her salted fish life was perfectly complete. Her husband was poor? No problem, she was rich! But who would have thought that the winds of fate would shift, causing her soul to transmigrate into the body of Xie Xun, a dashing and rebellious young marquis, even making him lose a leg due to her. To survive on the battlefield, the salted fish had to turn over and rise, learning horseback riding, archery, and military strategy. The young marquis, bearing her face, caused chaos everywhere. Her fiancé, deeming her wild and foolish, broke off their engagement. She got engaged, and he reneged. She made money, and he squandered it. Her mountains of gold and silver were all emptied by him, and the two became locked in a love-hate relationship. Gradually, the plot started to go off the rails. The ex-fiancé, after breaking off the engagement, regretted it and confessed his deep love. Fengyu: I've already fallen for someone else. A scheming girl at the archery range tried to kill her, only for Fengyu to stab herself instead. Fengyu: What to do now? It looks like you've committed murder. Her parents, who had defended the borders for decades, returned home only to say, "Daughter, go follow the young marquis and start a rebellion!" How did the originally carefree salted fish storyline turn into one of a villain rising? In the end… Raising a husband turned out to be a money pit, but the husband was certainly worth it! A sickly schemer hiding their true nature (Fengyu) vs. A dashing but cunning strategist (Xie Xun)

"Kill him, and save your world. Love him, and doom it. The prophecy gave me no third choice—so I'll carve one myself." Sera Ashenblade has known three truths her entire life: She is a weapon forged by the Crimson Order, the most feared assassin guild in the Shadow Territories. Alpha Kael Nightfang is the monster who will bring about the End of Days if he claims his fated mate. She was born to kill him. For twenty-three years, Sera trained for one mission: infiltrate the Nightfang Pack, get close to the Alpha, and drive a silver blade through his heart before the Blood Moon rises. The prophecy is clear—his mating will unleash an ancient curse that will slaughter thousands. She is the Blade of Mercy, the only one who can stop him. But prophecies are liars. The moment Kael's hand touches hers, the mate bond slams into place—a connection so violent, so all-consuming, it brings her to her knees. He is not the monster she was promised. He is her fated mate. And he's been waiting for her. "You came to kill me," Kael says, his voice like gravel and sin. "But you'll stay because leaving will destroy you. The bond won't let you go." He's right. The mate bond is a living torture—every hour apart feels like her soul is being ripped in half. Every touch ignites fire in her veins. Every moment near him makes her forget why she came. But the Crimson Order doesn't accept failure. Sera's own mentor, the woman who raised her, arrives with an ultimatum: complete the kill, or Sera's younger sister—still in training—dies in her place. Kael offers her a counter-deal: "Stay. Let me prove the prophecy is a lie. If you still want me dead after the Blood Moon, I'll hand you the blade myself." Trapped between the only family she's ever known and a mate bond that's rewriting her very soul, Sera agrees to a dangerous game—thirty days until the Blood Moon. Thirty days to uncover the truth. Thirty days of forced proximity with an Alpha who looks at her like she's salvation and ruin wrapped in one. But as Sera digs deeper, she discovers the prophecy was never about Kael at all. It was about her. She is the last descendant of the Moon Blessed, an ancient bloodline thought extinct. Her death on the Blood Moon—not Kael's—is the true sacrifice the prophecy demands. The Crimson Order has been raising her like livestock for slaughter, and everyone she trusted has lied. Now Kael is ready to go to war to keep her alive. His pack will stand with him. But Sera has spent her whole life being a weapon in someone else's hand. It's time to become the one holding the blade. They wanted a sacrifice. They're going to get a reckoning.

Seraphina Vale lost her voice the night her family was slaughtered and she was sold into magical servitude. For ten years, she's been the Silent Mage—a voiceless weapon wielded by the Arcane Council, forced to cast spells through hand signs while her screams remain trapped inside her throat. She's powerful, broken, and has learned that survival means never letting anyone close enough to hurt her again. Cassian Thorne lost his sight defending a kingdom that exiled him for loving the wrong woman. Now the legendary Blade of Shadows, he's a mercenary swordsman whose other senses have sharpened to supernatural levels. He trusts no one, needs no one, and has spent five years building walls no one can penetrate. When an ancient relic—the Heart of Aethermoor—begins calling to those with royal blood, the Arcane Council forces Seraphina and Cassian into a binding spell. They must retrieve the relic together or die. The spell has one unforeseen consequence: they can hear each other's thoughts. Every fear. Every memory. Every buried secret. As they journey through cursed forests and enemy territories, Cassian hears the screams Seraphina can't voice. Seraphina sees the pain Cassian hides behind his cold exterior. The intimacy of their mental connection shatters every defense, revealing truths neither was prepared for: Seraphina is the lost princess everyone believes is dead, and Cassian's exile was orchestrated by the same people who destroyed her family. Now they must decide: complete their mission and return to their chains, or burn down the system that broke them both and claim the love that was forbidden from the start.

Shen Qingci, a modern novel editor, transmigrates into a clichéd xianxia story he once mocked for its foolish villain master. Unfortunately, he wakes up as that very character. Shen Qingci, the cold and infamous master of Yu Heng Peak, is fated to be betrayed and killed by his own disciple, Ling Xuan, before dragging the entire sect to ruin. Determined to survive, Shen Qingci abandons pride, prejudice, and all dignity, choosing instead a desperate strategy of self-preservation: gentle guidance, careful indulgence, and deliberate kindness toward the boy destined to become his executioner. But what begins as calculated survival soon slips beyond his control. Behind Ling Xuan’s cold eyes lies a lonely child shaped by neglect and cruelty. And within Shen Qingci’s uncharacteristic tenderness, Ling Xuan begins to question the hatred he was meant to carry. As sect conspiracies unfold and fate tightens its grip, master and disciple are drawn into a dangerous bond that was never meant to exist. To rewrite a doomed story, they must first break the chains between them. Even if falling in love means defying destiny itself.

I own nothing. Hope Mikaelson, was treated like crap as her older twin siblings who is bratty, spoiled, and are horrible people that had her father’s love along but with her family except Davina and Freya, but they saw her as a nuisance growing up but when her reincarnations to her first reincarnation returned her memories and powers to her she vowed to travel the various Outerverses to show why she was still the one who rules. Multiverses travel story. MC is Lesbian and OP.

"Sign the contract, play the perfect wife for one year, and I'll save your father's company. But don't mistake this for kindness, Miss Hartley. I despise everything you represent." Natalie Hartley once had everything—until her father's business partner embezzled millions and framed him for it. Now her father is dying of a stress-induced heart condition, their pharmaceutical company is being seized, and their family name is synonymous with fraud. She has three weeks before her father loses everything he built—including his will to live. Enter Dominic Ashford: the youngest billionaire CEO in Chicago, a self-made tech mogul whose empire spans three continents, and the man who hates her family with every fiber of his being. His younger sister died eight years ago from a medication error involving a drug manufactured by Hartley Pharmaceuticals. Dominic blamed Natalie's father and has spent nearly a decade systematically destroying every business the Hartley family touches. But Dominic has a problem. His grandfather's will states that to maintain control of Ashford Technologies, he must be married by his thirty-second birthday—three weeks away. His board of directors, tired of his ruthless methods, wants him gone. They've found a loophole, and they're ready to exploit it. Natalie and Dominic need each other. She needs his resources to save her father. He needs a wife to save his empire. The contract is simple: One year of marriage. Public appearances as the perfect couple. Separate bedrooms. No emotions. No questions about the past. When the year ends, they divorce quietly, and both get what they want. Natalie signs in her father's hospital room, ink still wet when Dominic's cold lips brush her hand with contempt disguised as affection for the watching nurses. But someone is watching their contract marriage very closely—Dominic's enemies in the corporate underworld who've been waiting for the ice king to finally show a crack in his armor. The moment they realize Dominic Ashford actually cares about his contract wife, the death threats begin. First, it's her brakes failing on Lake Shore Drive. Then a near-miss with a falling air conditioning unit. A break-in at the penthouse that Dominic's security barely stops in time. Someone wants Natalie dead. And they want Dominic to suffer watching it happen. Now Dominic faces an impossible choice: let her go and watch his only weakness become his greatest regret, or protect her and prove to the world that the man who swore he'd never love again would burn Chicago to the ground for his contract wife. They thought marriage was their solution. They didn't realize it made them both targets.

“Two princes. One curse. A love that once destroyed them—can it save them now? In an ancient world where gods whisper through fire and water, two royal heirs are reborn into a destiny they cannot escape. Agnivrat, prince of the Fire Clan—disciplined, fierce, forged in flame. Neervrah, prince of the Water Clan—calm, intuitive, haunted by dreams of a love he cannot name. Blessed by Agni Dev and Jal Dev, their clans were once divine rivals. Fate reunites them at the sacred Gurukul of Acharya Vishrayan, where they must train side by side. But as forgotten memories resurface—of love, betrayal, death, and a forbidden bond—their connection becomes dangerous. Fire and Water were never meant to unite. Yet their souls keep finding each other… across lifetimes. As darkness rises—ancient demons, cursed spirits, and the weight of past sins Agni and Neer must choose: Dharma or desire. Duty or destiny. Kill each other… or save each other. Genre Tags Mythological Fantasy Boys’ Love (BL) Rebirth Soulmates Ancient India Elemental Powers Slow Burn Cursed Lovers Karma & Dharma Found Family / Emotional Bonds Mythological Fantasy • BL / Bromance Destiny • Ancient India • Rebirth • Elemental Powers • Emotional Bonds • Cursed Lovers • Gurukul Setting • Karma & Dharma •Indian Mythology • BL • Soulmates • Fantasy • Slow Burn

When ordinary office worker Lina wakes up inside her favorite fantasy novel, she expects magic, adventure, maybe even a heroic role. Instead, she becomes the sworn servant of the story’s feared villain, Lord Kael—a tall, elegant man with a mysterious aura and an intimidating reputation. But there’s a problem: Lina is hopelessly clumsy, terrible at magic, and keeps causing disasters everywhere she goes. Potions explode, spells backfire, and the castle quickly descends into chaos. As Lina stumbles through her duties, she discovers that the “villain” isn’t actually evil. Together, they uncover a hidden mastermind threatening the entire kingdom—someone pulling strings behind the scenes. Lina’s accidental heroics, chaotic charm, and relentless humor may be the only thing standing between disaster and the kingdom’s destruction. Funny, chaotic, and surprisingly heartwarming, I Accidentally Became the Villain’s Servant is a story about friendship, mischief, and rewriting destiny—one hilarious disaster at a time.

Everyone says he is an iceberg, but only Maya Spencer knows he is a volcano, and moreover, a volcano that is passionately unlimited for her, an indulgently pampering volcano.

[Wife-Protecting Maniac + Group Favorite + Feel-Good Story] Her white lotus younger sister stole her engagement and even sent her to a profligate as a plaything. She turned and climbed onto her imperial uncle’s carriage, her eyes dazzled by his immense merit. He was dying, and she happened to be able to cure him, so the two hit it off immediately. Once the imperial decree of marriage was issued, with the Prince of Jin as her backing, she immediately launched a series of scum-abusing actions. Scummy Father: "Our family has no money!" She casually confiscated the entire family's assets, reclaimed her birth mother's dowry, and made them eat dirt. Scummy Sister: "The Second Prince likes me!" She pulled out her stepmother's deed of sale: "What to do? Your mother is my mother's servant, so you're a servile-born daughter." Emperor Emeritus: "You cannot be this princess consort; my son's fate cannot withstand you!" Prince of Jin: "How could my princess consort bear to be the death of me?" Note : Consider to Support this Story on Patreon.com/Flokixy to access advanced Chapters & 2 Chapters Daily and To Support The Daily Update

"You're mine." He said in a low growl, holding my hands above my head, his body heavy and hot, making me hold my breath. I widen my eyes, wondering why my body is burning under his touch, and most of all, I want him to touch me in that area. What's going on? He grinned and kissed my neck, making me hold my moans. *** In the mafia world where the strong and powerful rules, Aria was ignored by her family because she was a product of a mistake. Her father who was married slept with her mother, who was a prostitute, and she tries to lay low, not wanting to create conflicts with her father’s wife, who raised her, but her precious older sister protected her from her stepmother’s hatred for years. She learned to survive; she must be quiet and obedient. The only time she seems to be genuinely happy is when she goes to college, avoiding the disdain in her stepmother’s eyes, and she has a fiancé and a sister who adores her. Until he started changing over time, his eyes becoming icier, indifferent, and he raised his hand for the first time. Her heart shattered but gathered herself and found herself nearly assaulted by her fiancé, but was saved by a brutal assassin, Nico, who became her bodyguard in the shadows. His gaze sharp as daggers, but his touch alit a flame within her. In his embrace, she feels accepted and wanted terrifyingly. She liked the man and found him handsome and good in bed, so she thought it wouldn't be a big deal to have him serve her. But she's unaware of the man's callous nature behind his beautiful features, where he's planning to ruin her family for good. Can they have a happy ending? Or will their story be nothing more than tragic and heartbreaking?

I’m your average girl—well, *was*—who spends most of her days buried in CEO romance novels. Yeah, I know, *so cliche*, right? But hey, we all have our guilty pleasures. So, what about work, you ask? Well, my job made it easy to read the day away as long as I got my tasks done by the end of the day. Sounds perfect, right? Simple, right? Well, that's because I was a librarian. *Past tense.* Why? Because some arrogant, narcissistic jerk gets me fired. Why? Apparently, I didn’t notice him walking up to the counter because I was too busy getting lost in my latest book. Now, you’d think any *normal* person would just tap me on the shoulder and say, “Excuse me.” But no, this guy *decides* to get me fired. Rude? Oh, you bet. But that’s not even the worst part. Oh, no. The real problem started when I decided to get my revenge. That’s when I got tangled up with him… in more ways than one. Now, not only am I working for this narcissistic jerk, but I’m doing it undercover. Why? Because apparently, he has an issue with women working for him... especially when things get *too close* in the sheets. (Yeah, you *get* where this is going.) So, I’m pretending to be a man. Why? Because I need the job. It’s high-paying, and it’s my ticket out of my miserable, *pathetic* life. I mean, revenge is great and all, but I’ve got bills to pay. Money’s my new love, and there’s no way I’m letting some petty rivalry get in the way of it. The tricky part? Balancing my need for cash with the fear of being exposed. I’ve got two huge secrets: one, I’m the woman who shared the sheets with him. And two? I’m a woman, disguised as a man, and praying every day that my cover doesn’t blow. One wrong move, and my entire life—my job, my reputation, my *revenge*—could come crashing down. So, yeah, no pressure. But hey, what’s life without a little drama, right? Right."

He made one mistake—he chose revenge instead of mercy. Luna’s sharp tongue and careless drunken words should have been harmless. Instead, they mark her as a target for Daimen Blackwell, a billionaire who doesn’t forgive and never forgets. What begins as punishment turns into possession when he forces her into a contract that binds her to him as his mistress—his rules, his house, his bed. Luna is naïve in love but not in spirit, and her defiance slowly becomes the one thing Daimen can’t control. Somewhere between power plays and stolen moments, he wins her heart—only to destroy it. When Daimen betrays her, Luna leaves with nothing but shattered trust. And that’s when he discovers the truth: she is the woman he has been searching for all his life. This time, the billionaire has nothing left to bargain with. Only regret. Only groveling. And the hope that love might survive the damage he caused.

[Warning: R18+ Content] I thought I was going to die. So I chose to be remembered. One night. One drink. One sin I could never take back. But the men I met at the bar weren’t strangers. They were The Trident… three ruthless heirs of the Corvanni Dynasty, the most feared mafia bloodline alive. Draven. Silent, merciless, a predator cloaked in shadows. Lucian. Calculative, hauntingly beautiful, a devil with a silver tongue. And Azriel. Wild, reckless, dangerously addictive. They don’t ask. They take. And now they want me… completely. Their obsession burns hotter than their empire. Their touch is forbidden, but I can’t resist. Because the deeper I fall, the clearer it becomes… I’m not just their desire. I’m their ruin. Excerpt ********** “Run if you want, Jade.” The nickname rolled off Lucian’s tongue like a promise and a threat, one no one had ever dared call me before. My breath hitched, legs trembling, but before I could take a step, Draven’s hand closed around my wrist… iron, unyielding. “You think you can walk away after tasting us?” His voice was quiet, deadly, sending shivers straight to my core. Azriel leaned in from behind, his lips brushing the shell of my ear as his laughter burned through me. “Sweetheart, we don’t chase what’s already ours. And you, little Jade…” his teeth grazed my skin, “…you belong to the Trident now.” Azriel’s fingers tilted my chin up, his grin sinful, dangerous, carved just for me. “Tell me, Jade,” he purred, voice thick with lust, “what do you want?” Heat scorched my skin, my lips parting, but no words came. My body betrayed me, trembling against the wall of Draven’s chest while Lucian’s hand traced lazy circles on my thigh, teasing, tormenting. Azriel’s laugh was low, filthy. “No, sweetheart. Don’t just tremble for us. Say it.” His thumb brushed my lower lip, slow, taunting. “Say what you want. Say you want our hands, our mouths, our cocks… say it, and I’ll give you everything.” Draven’s breath was at my neck, steady, lethal. “Careful,” he murmured, “once you speak it aloud, there’s no going back.” Lucian’s whisper slid against my ear, silken poison. “And when you do, Jade, you’ll never remember what it felt like to be untouched.” My mouth opened before my brain could reason… “I want you,” I whispered. Draven’s hand tightened, Lucian’s eyes darkened, Azriel laughed as if the world had finally given him his prize. Three bodies pressed in, heat and danger wrapping me like a cage I couldn’t escape. Didn’t want to escape. My heart screamed to run, but my body whispered the truth. I wanted them… All of them. ********** Three men. One woman. A love story carved in blood and obsession.

Haylen Denvers has everything—wealth, beauty, popularity. What she doesn’t have is a heart she’s willing to give. She gets close to Jacean Smiths for revenge, never expecting feelings to blur the line between pretence and truth. As secrets surface, Haylen must choose—destroy Jacean as planned , or risk everything by falling for him.

​"In our first life, I was the chain that dragged you to hell. In this one, I will be the wall you never knew you had." ​To the world, Duke Mathias and Olivia are a couple bound by cold duty and icy silence. He doesn't trust her, and she... she doesn't dare to love him. ​Driven by the blood-stained memories of her execution and the men who broke her, Olivia returns with a singular, chilling goal: To dismantle her family from within and ensure Mathias survives the storm she once caused. ​She doesn't seek his forgiveness. She doesn't even seek his heart. She only seeks his life—even if it means remaining the "Perfect, Cold Wife" forever. ​But how long can ice remain frozen when the fires of revenge start to burn?

She was labelled a curse. He defied the orders of the pack for her survival. Mayari Moonsbane was born an anomaly – a lone female werewolf that would bow to no one, she was born with a power that no pack could control. She is offered up as a scapegoat, framed for the murder of the pack’s sole heir and nearly executed. Instead of an execution, she had experienced an awakening with attracted the attention of Aysun Ragnor. Aysun is an alpha gone rogue, walking away from a power and a prophecy that had made him feel trapped in an endless cycle of control. Together, they ignite a spark of rebellion – a rebellion written in blood under the moonlight and marked by forbidden desires. Theirs was not a bond formed by destiny, they simply were two lone wolves who refused to conform and now found comfort in each other’s scars. Where the moon demanded their obedience, they defied her and chose each other.