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Lila needs a miracle before Christmas. Adrian needs redemption before his career ends. Neither expects the holidays to trap them in a fake-sweet, painfully intimate partnership—one that turns every practice into tension and every snow-lit night into temptation. But someone is out to ruin their holiday comeback, and this winter romance might cost them everything.

Isabella Martinez’s life shatters in one night. Dragged from her waitress job by loan sharks, she’s thrown onto an auction stage and sold like property to pay her father’s five-million-dollar gambling debt. Terrified and powerless, she watches as wealthy men bid on her future until HE walks in. Dante Moretti. The most dangerous man in New York. A billionaire mafia don who built a twelve-billion-dollar empire on blood and fear. When his cold grey eyes lock on hers, everything changes. He bids ten million dollars without hesitation, buying her in front of everyone. Bella expects horror. Expects to become his slave, his toy, his victim. Instead, she discovers something far more dangerous: Dante Moretti has a code. He protects women and children. He kills traitors without mercy but honors loyalty above all. And despite his brutality, despite the violence she witnesses, despite every reason she should run she’s falling for the devil who bought her. But loving a mafia king comes with deadly consequences. The Russian mob wants revenge. A traitor within Dante’s own family wants him dead. And Bella now seen as his greatest weakness becomes the target of every enemy he’s ever made. Forced to choose between the innocent girl she was and the warrior she needs to become, Bella must learn to fight, to kill, and to embrace the darkness. Because in Dante’s world, there are only two options: become the mafia queen who stands beside him… Or die. From sold at auction to ruling an empire. From victim to queen. From captive to the most dangerous woman in the underworld. This is the story of a girl who was bought for five million dollars and became worth five billion. Welcome to the mafia. Welcome to love. Welcome to war.

‘Of all things that happen in my life, why is it a transmigration?’ That question kept lingering on my mind when I was first dropped in this esper-guide world. I thought I could live my life peacefully and watched the story unfold from the sideline, but... "I want you to become my esper, Ethan." The guide and main character of this world, Ilyas Anderson, chased after my heart instead. . I only post on Webnovel and Scribblehub.

[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.

#NoCP Yun Jin was supposed to die—a forgettable cannon fodder chewed up by the plot to make the real heroine shine. But after centuries of grinding through infinite worlds as a system’s lackey, she’s back, armed with a golden finger that’s anything but conventional. Meet the "Super Simplified System." Its goal? Make cultivation stupidly easy. Problem? To keep it running, Yun Jin needs emotional fuel—and the more chaos she causes, the more points she gets. —Trying to meditate? Simplified. Now she absorbs qi by… snacking on sunflower seeds. —Sect elders preaching discipline? Oops. She just yawned mid-lecture—+500 Emotion Value. —Destined to be a nobody? Not today. Every outraged gasp, every baffled stare—power-ups in disguise. Between accidentally trolling the entire cultivation world and rewriting her "doormat" destiny, Yun Jin’s counterattack is a masterclass in productive pandemonium. Who needs hard work when you can harvest rage, confusion, and sheer disbelief—and call it cultivation? Chaos. Comedy. Comeuppance. (And maybe, just maybe, world domination.) === English Original Title:《Junior sister's cultivation method is not scientific》 (Note: Title adapted for tone and readability while preserving the story’s core themes.)

Charles Kosonen walked into a hidden bar one night expecting nothing but a good drink. He had only visited on one of his random whims — something to spice up his endlessly boring days as a man born with everything, yet utterly dissatisfied with everything. He quickly found a seat at the bar. Then he noticed a beautiful girl lingering by the stage, chatting with the band like she was their singer. Beautiful, she was, with those brilliant blue eyes, deep as sapphire, and her long black hair flowing carelessly down her back. But in the world he lived in, beauty was always in abundance, and for a pair of eyes so used to gems, even a shining jewel could start to lose its luster. The corner of his mouth lifted into a faint smirk. He'd come for the drinks, as one of his business partners had praised when recommending this place. The singing was merely an extra. Or so he thought. The moment the liquid in his crystal-clear glass touched his lips was when the girl took the stage. The moment the cold sip slid down his throat was when her lips parted. And then she sang. The glass froze in his hand. If an angel could sing, why would she choose to descend into this hidden bar, of all places? The song wasn't a particularly popular one. The band behind her was just C-class amateur. And yet, with her voice alone, she took the song, polished it into a gemstone, and made it hers. He looked around the room. It wasn't just him, but every single man present there that night had their eyes glued to her, their face a mesmerized expression. A decision was made. He would have her under his wing, no matter what it cost. [Tags] #reverseharem, #weaktostrong, #dark, #comedy, #smut, #sliceoflife, #showbiz, #superstar, #romance, #strongfl, #r18 [Warnings: 18+ Only] - Reverse Harem - Explicit Smut - Multiple Mature Themes

Jasmine is in an arranged marriage with billionaire Keith Acland set up by their parents as a business deal. Their marriage was loveless which is to be expected under such circumstances however Jasmine didn’t mind. She was just focused on being the best socialite’s wife and raising their son to become the heir. However, things take a turn when Keith’s lover from before they married returns with a son claiming Keith to be the father. What follows is a nightmare about whose son should be the successor. Soon the life Jasmine built as Keith’s wife is flipped upside down as his lover takes everything away from her. Her husband, her friends, and her title. Jasmine has to fight for her place in her own house. Throughout all this, the one thing Jasmine is focused on is protecting her son.

[System Alert: You have refused to kneel.] [The Heavenly Court rejects you.] [The Abyssal Court welcomes you.] In the era of After Dark, the world is ruled by the Awakened—warriors who follow the "Angelic Sequences" to protect humanity from the Mirror Dimensions. For Lucian, a starving orphan in the slums of London, "Angels" are nothing but tyrants with good PR. He has no desire to be a hero. But the System is absolute. On his nineteenth birthday, Lucian is dragged into the Crucible—a mandatory death trial. While others prayed to the Gods for salvation, Lucian looked the impossible odds in the eye and sneered. His defiance triggered a System Error. He didn't awaken as a Soldier or a Mage. He awakened the long-lost Forbidden Sequence. Class: Lightseeker Patron: The Dead Prince of Pride Now, Lucian possesses a power that breaks the rules of reality. He does not level up by training. He does not level up by praying. He levels up by Dominating. In a world where thousands fight for scraps, Lucian follows a different path: 1. Never Bow. (Penalty: Death). 2. Never Beg. (Penalty: Weakness). 3. Crush those standing above you. (Reward: Ascension). "The world doesn't need saving. It needs to be corrected." Watch as the street rat becomes the King of Terror. Tags:#AntiHero #System #WeakToStrong #RuthlessMC #Evolution #DarkFantasy #Villain #FaceSlapping #NoHarem

I was reborn— with ten years of apocalypse carved into my bones and every betrayal seared into my soul. This time, I came back one full year before the end. And I awakened something that should never exist: an Infinite Storage Space… and a Leveling System that lets me grow stronger, craft weapons, and evolve like a player in a real-life game. In my past life, I was hunted, betrayed, and played for a fool. Not anymore. In this life— no one will ever deceive me, use me, or stand above me again. Before the world collapses, I will hoard resources, build my power, seize wealth, and claim the beauties I didn’t dare touch in my previous life. When the demons arrive, I won’t be hiding behind walls. I’ll be on the front line— ascending, fighting, conquering— becoming the “god” humanity desperately needs. I will surpass every evolved powerhouse from my past. I will shatter mountains, rip open the sky, and break fate itself. The apocalypse is coming. But this time— I’m not here to survive it. I’m here to dominate it.

Betrayed and executed on false charges, Greta Albrecht Von Meier is thrown back in time—two weeks before she was forced to become the concubine of the ruthless and dictatorial Emperor. A fate sealed in blood. This time, Greta refuses to let history repeat itself. She seizes her chance and sets her sights on Matthias Von Ignaz—a powerful Duke ruling over a frozen wasteland that barely yields anything of value. He is her escape, her ticket to freedom from the horrors of her past life. But there’s something Greta doesn’t know—especially when it comes to who Duke Matthias Von Ignaz truly is.

[Romance, Revenge, Faceslapping, Werewolf, Vampires, Witches, Supernatural, StrongFL, ColdML, R18+] Iris Snow was an unshifted omega in the Bloodmoon Pack, a weak outcast with no wolf of her own. Her fate was sealed the moment she was born—destined to be rejected by her Alpha mate, Lorcan Bloodhowl, a powerful Lycan who would never accept someone so fragile as his Luna. Instead, Lorcan was bound to Ember Valehart, the fierce Alpha of the Ember Howl Kin. Exiled and abandoned, Iris became a rogue, prey to any werewolf who dared to hunt her. But fate had other plans. Taken in by a powerful vampire, Iris learns she’s not as powerless as she thought. She is one of the rare few who can wield the Arcane—a force that sets her apart from her kind. Thrown into the dangerous world inside the Covens of Midnight, an elite school for Arcane users, Iris must master her newfound powers, confront powerful rivals, and uncover the secrets of her past while navigating the matters of the heart. || WARNING! || NO HAREM. NO REVERSE HAREM. NO NTR. R+18

[Warning: Mature Content, Gore, R-18+] The Kingdom offered Mirabelle to the World Eater as a sacrifice. Instead, he made her his queen. Now Mirabelle commands the nightmare called Revas: beautiful, terrifying, and bound to her in blood and devotion. With a single word, he would tear kingdoms apart and drown the world in blood just to make her smile. They thought they were feeding a monster. But they were crowning a goddess. In a love story of blood and butterflies, the world will end with a beautiful, devastating flutter of wings. Excerpt: Revas knelt before her, his massive frame making the throne of bones he had built for her in the Abyss look small. The air smelled of fresh slaughter. "You are shaking, little Princess," he purred, his voice a low rumble that vibrated against her chest. He reached out, a clawed hand hovering near her throat. "Are you finally afraid?" Mirabelle didn't flinch. She stepped forward, closing the distance until the cold silver of his collar pressed against her stomach. She reached up, not to push him away, but to thread her fingers through his snow-white hair, forcing him to look up at her. "I am shaking," she admitted, her voice void of warmth. "But not from fear, Revas." His pupils dilated. "Then what?" "Anticipation," she replied, a cruel smile touching her lips. "I’m thinking about how their screams will sound when I let you off this leash." Revas froze. Then, slowly, a grin spread across his face, predatory, worshipful, and completely unhinged. He pressed his cheek against her palm, nuzzling into her touch like a starving wolf. "Then give the command, Mistress," he breathed. "And I will turn this world into a graveyard for you." -------------------- Let's Connect: Instagram: dolly_.roma Discord: DollyRoma#7887 ** The beautiful cover art belongs to me and was comissioned by elkshan (Instagram)

From overworked corporate slave to… the fat niece of a future villain? At twenty-three, my life ended in the most ironic way possible—drowning in a lake while reading an online romance novel. When I woke up, I wasn’t just alive—I was inside that very novel. And worse, not as the princess or the healer or even the tragic maid. No. I woke up as Seraphine Agro, the silver-haired, chubby niece of the story’s main villain, Duke Tayler Agro—the man who would one day summon a famine, experiment on peasants, and get publicly executed. Awesome. Now I’m stuck in a half-collapsed mansion with stale soup, a broken “Duke” father who’s too kind for his own good, and an entire kingdom collapsing into plague and hunger. And to make things worse, the hero of the story—the dangerously handsome knight Sir Alex Canva—is on his way to inspect our lands. I know the plot. I know who dies. And I’m not planning to go quietly. Armed with sarcasm, stubbornness, and a questionable diet, I’m rewriting destiny—one disastrous choice at a time.

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.

"Special Admission, Rank 1." That was the title on the golden invitation I threw into the trash three months ago. Back then, I was the Crime Lord of Oakhaven. I had money, territory, and an ego that touched the sky. Why would a King lower himself to attend a school? I was arrogant. I was foolish. And I paid the price. It took less than an hour for a single knight to turn my criminal empire into a graveyard. He didn't just defeat me; he ignored me. I was an ant beneath the boot of a god. I realized then that my "power" was nothing but a joke. So, I dug the crumpled invitation out of the mud. Now, I stand at the gates of Zenith Imperial Academy. Because of that letter, the world thinks I’m the strongest monster of the generation. The nobles fear me. The professors study me. The elites want to dethrone me. They don’t know I’m a fraud. They don’t know I’m here because I have nowhere else to go. But I have one advantage they don’t see. My Authority isn't flashy. It doesn't breathe fire or shatter mountains. It simply... takes. And in this Academy, there are four women, the "Four Calamities", who hold powers that defy the laws of this world. I’m going to make them mine. Discord: https://discord.gg/FK9GfrSjtb

[Would you like to Sign-In, Host?] "…Yes." [Sign-In Complete.] [Rewards Granted: A luxury manor in Aetherion’s Royal District, 50,000 gold coins, a Tier-3 Arcane Armory, and the exclusive “Charm of the Monarch.”] [All items have been transferred to your personal inventory.] That single message shattered the miserable life of Nox Lucifer—the disgraced son of a fallen noble house, bullied, abandoned, and moments away from losing everything. With a system that grants power through daily sign-ins, special events, and intimate encounters… With infinite money that can be spent on women but multiplies whenever they spend on him… With portal worlds, god-tier rewards, and a slowly expanding harem of queens, swordswomen, elves, witches, empresses, and more… Nox’s quiet suffering ends. His reign begins from poverty to supremacy, from bullied boy to multiversal overlord—and the countless beauties whose lives intertwine with his.

Nex expected death. Instead, he opened his eyes in a world of cultivation… inside the body of a disgraced young master from a ruined villain sect. No power. No reputation. No future. [VILLAIN LIFE SYSTEM] Just one year of lifespan… and a snarky system that insists he can survive if he “revives the sect and acts like a proper villain.” Petty schemes? Shameless tricks? Ruining heroic destinies? Rebuilding a fallen sect from nothing? Fine. If that’s what keeps him alive, he’ll do it better than any arrogant young master ever could. But between mysterious eggs, troublesome beauties, and disciples who attract disaster like magnets, Nex begins to realize— Being a “third rate villain”… might actually be the most dangerous role in this world.

Araya Varrow spent years thinking that marrying the pack’s Alpha, Jasper Drevyn, would finally earn her a shred of dignity. Instead, it all blew up in her face. Jasper, proud as ever, shamed her in front of the whole pack, tossing her aside as if she meant nothing, wolf-less, unworthy, and pregnant with his child. Alone and exiled into the bitter cold, survival seemed like a lost cause. But destiny had other ideas. Just as her strength was giving out, Araya was found by Ronan Tharos, a Direwolf whose past is written in scars and whose gaze could melt stone. His methods are harsh, his temper sharp, but he pushes Araya harder than anyone ever has. Under Ronan’s relentless training, the wolf inside her finally roars awake—enormous, silver as the moon, and bound to an ancient prophecy. The child she carries isn’t merely a symbol of her old life; he’s the linchpin in a legend that could either heal the rift between wolves and Direwolves or plunge Drevalon into chaos. When word reaches Jasper that Araya is not only alive but thriving, he returns a shell of the man he once was—pleading at her feet for a second chance, willing to risk everything. But Araya is no longer the vulnerable woman he cast aside. She’s carved herself into a force to be reckoned with, standing at the head of her own pack, a Direwolf at her side, and a son whose power could shake the world. Now she stands at a crossroads: forgive the man who betrayed her, or embrace the wild Direwolf who taught her to fight for her future. In a realm where betrayal hits harder than any blow and the fires of prophecy burn hotter than revenge, Araya is ready to take her place at the top and make sure every last wolf who turned their back on her remembers her name.

Terrified of CEO billionaire Kellan Ward's obsessive, possessive love, Aurora Moon escaped his gilded cage... ...only to be brutally tortured and murdered by her conniving childhood sweetheart and treacherous half-sister. All to claim the family fortune. But fate isn't done with Aurora. After her spirit watches Kellan take revenge and then die for her, she wakes up one year in the past. She has a second chance to love the man she feared. The man who killed for her and who died for her. This time, Aurora will walk into his arms not as a captive, but as a queen claiming her king. She will love Kellan Ward with her whole, dark heart, embracing the crazy, all-consuming love she once rejected...and damn to hell anyone who dares to keep them apart.

In her first life, Primrose Vielle Illvaris thought the Lycan King hated her. He barely spoke to her, avoided her like the plague, and his people treated her as if she were invisible. After all, she wasn’t his choice, just a fate mate he never wanted. So when she met a tragic end, she welcomed death with open arms, hoping to step through the gates of heaven and spend her days running around the flower garden. But then … she was reborn. Thrown back to the past, right to the moment she was forced into their marriage, Primrose was determined to leave him before history could repeat itself. But just as she planned her escape, something strange happened— She could hear his thoughts. And they were nothing like his cold, distant behavior. 【My wife is so beautiful today … But if I look at her, I won’t be able to let go.】 【I'm a beast, I'm a monster, I don't deserve my wife ....】 Primrose almost choked on air. Wait—what?! The more she listened, the more shocking the truth became— HE WAS OBSESSED WITH HER. Every time she was near, his thoughts screamed: "MINE." "MATE." "MY WIFE IS MAD AT ME! I DESERVE TO DIE!!" Excuse me?! Since when did the cold, untouchable Lycan King turn into this pathetic lovesick fool?! ———— Follow my IG @Zenanicher Commission cover by Laylee