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Dragon & His Clumsy Witch

Lemma Heartfilia - the princess of the Heartfilia family get betrayed by her own mother on her birthday. Her step mother had malicious intent to kill her and sacrifice to gain the power's from the demon kings but she failed to capture lemma Heartfilia and take control of her kingdom and killed all family members of the Lemma Heartfilia. She's left broken, filled with rage but she was on verge of death after her witch queen mother's fatal attack. she wanted power to acquire her kingdom and defeat her own mother. when she lost hope and just taking her last breath. A dragon saved her life and promised to help her to fulfilled her revenge that dragon had taken her as his own apprentice and tried to taught her dragon's magic but unfortunately she's not that smart and completely talentless. " you can't even do A simple magic spell?" Dragon hissed with gritted teeth. " It's because you can't taught properly " Lemma tried to argue. * This is story of A clumsy princess who fall in love with A dragon and do her best to reach the expectations of his but the never always treat her like a insignificant child. She didn't even know that dragon can change into his human form?. Could it possible to build bond between a princess and a dragon* ~Disclaimer ~ All the story elements created with my imagination. So there is no need to feel offended with story plot because this is just a fantasy story and the characters, relationship, setting , plot just imagination products. the story maybe a bit similar to other novels but twist is different. Follow us at discord server : https://discord.gg/WV9sfqtD Other Novel's - Damn Reincarnation : Aftermath Soul king : Ruler of the Undeads
TwilightGod · 1.1k Views

"My reason to live"

"I love you, okay?" ... her voice broke as she stared up at Nur's face. His eyes widened, chest tightening as he stared back at her, at the magnitude of her words. Tears clung to Ayse's lashes, his wife who he supposedly contract married. From the very first day they locked eyes, he loved her but not even for a second, he would have thought she would fall for him. This was Deniz Nur Hakan--The sole heir to the multibillion-dollar company, he who built empires with his bare hands. He had ice in his veins and ruled with an iron fist. Men trembled under his gaze; women drove to him.  A man whose ears were deaf to the pleadings of many. Some called him a bastard, and for some he was just their "son"  His father, Emre Yousef Hakan--A tyrant man. He handed Nur the keys to the Hakan's estate. Well pleased and trusted that his son will continue his tyrannical reign. After the funeral ceremony, his mother had come to him.  Conversing to him on estate matters and the "future" "How his job wasn't only proceeding his father's company but to also produce an heir" Nur stared at his mother's unreadable face; he shook his head and sternly rejected even a thought on such matters.  Though months passed. One faithful night, he received the news.  "Mr. Hakan, your mother has passed away" Nur was left heartbroken; he fled from U.K and quickly arrived at Istanbul via his private jet.  The car clicked opened as he made his way in the magnificent "Hakan estate" Where he would find his "relatives" people who they had lost connection to the very day his parents married. They weren't well off back then yet lived happily.  He paid them no mind and walked towards the center where his mom's coffin was.  Clutching around the fine wood, tears sprung out. His mother, the only one who he could rest his head on the shoulders, lazily talk about his day. She had left him. The funeral has ended. Meanwhile Nur sat at his study, blue eyes flickering under the warm glow. Just then--the door clicked, there entered, Ali Demir, his father's advisor, now his. The silver-haired man walked to him, hands clutching at piles of documents. He then conversed to him on the future and that to attain his will, he must marry. Nur's face turned pale, marriage--A chapter that he had closed long ago. After his previous marriage in Ankara to his childhood sweetheart--Eylul Aydin. He remembered her end--how his father mercilessly unlived her and their unborn child. Nur had also rejected this idea prior to his mother's death. Yet--Ali continued, "the bride had also been selected" His jaw flexed as he raked his eyes at him, "Did you...? Ali shook his head, "I wouldn't dare... if it wasn't the very own wish of Mrs. Hakan" Nur sighed, a part of him was uninterested and the other part? --merely curious to who it was. Ali continued, the bride is from one of the Kaplan family branches. "Who...is it? Nur's voice came out, flustered. Ali's mouth parted, "Ayse Azra Yildiz" His eyes widened, his chest tightened. To be continued>>>>>>>>>>
DeryaYildirim · 10.8k Views

The General's Daughter: The Mission

Her childhood was forged in shadows, and she was sharpened into a weapon, trained to be a ghost, a killer—an instrument of vengeance. The target: a decorated general who brought down her family. But fate doesn't follow orders. Just as Lara was about to execute her long-planned mission, everything spiraled out of control. A military convoy intercepted her escape route—escorting none other than the general himself. And then came the moment that changed everything. A blinding crash. Screeching tires. Her body was thrown like a ragdoll, then darkness. She had a fleeting recollection of another world, another lifetime where kings ruled the land with an iron fist. But she woke up, and twelve long months had passed.  She did not know where she was or who she was. She remembered nothing. They told her different names. A child with trembling hope whispered, “Mommy, your name is Moira Torres.” Her doctor insisted, “Your admission slip says Larissa Reyes.” A hardened general leaned close and commanded, “Remember who you are. Remember your mission.” Then another general—dangerously calm, incredibly familiar—looked at her as if she mattered and asked, “Can I call you Lara?” The name unlocked something buried deep in her soul. Lara Norse Kromwel. Daughter of General Odin Norse. Empress of the First Empire. But the man who watched her most closely dismissed it with cold certainty. “This is the 21st century,” he said. “What nonsense are you spouting? What Empress? You are my woman. You can only be mine!"
Azalea_Belrose · 17k Views

The Mafia Lord's Secret Lover

Evelyn Walters was the perfect heiress, until one reckless night with her father’s greatest enemy ruined everything. Pregnant, disgraced, and cast out of the Walters family, she left with nothing but her unborn child. Years later, she's survived. But as a single mother, the life she built was fragile until the man from her past discovered the truth. Now he wants her and his son. But how can Evelyn trust the father of her child... when he's also the enemy of the man who raised her? **** Excerpt: "B-Boss... the woman you slept with that night... she wasn't the supermodel the company just signed," Dylan stammered, his voice trembling. Axel's brow furrowed even further. He tried digging through the hazy, alcohol-soaked memories of that night.  Of course, he remembered the party. He remembered the whiskey. But the woman? Nope. His brain served up a blank slate. "Who was she?" Dylan swallowed. "The first daughter of William Walters." "Cough! Cough!" Axel coughed violently, his face turning red and eyes wide with shock. He never thought that woman would end up in his bed.  --- Curiosity won, as always. Evelyn grabbed the remote and hit the power button. The screen lit up, and her jaw dropped. Her eyes went wide, as if the Grim Reaper himself had just stepped out of the TV to ask for her phone number. “What the…? Why does my personal source of misery pop up the second I turn this thing on?” Because there he was, Axel Knight, gliding out of his luxury car like some corporate deity on his way to a business banquet. Evelyn scrambled for the remote to turn it off, but of course, fate had other plans. Axel turned to the camera and gave a casual wave, acknowledging the paparazzi vultures lined up outside. She hated to admit it, but the man looked sinfully good in his signature black suit and high turtleneck, his sleek black hair framing a face that could stop traffic and quite possibly her breathing. Then, suddenly, her stomach clenched. Her hand instinctively rubbed her flat belly. “Little tenant, did you just say you recognize him?”
PurpleLight · 1.7m Views

Tabore-Bane Making of the Sapphire Citadel

“TABORÉ-BANE Making of the Sapphire Citadel” is an epic narration of a Queen, driven by ambition. Lady Serenya, is caught in a web of ancient oaths and ruthless power plays. Yet she strives to build a living citadel that defies time and embraces her rhythm. Bound by love, betrayal, and a mysterious legacy unknown to her, she must protect all that is hers and lead the Sapphire Legion through shadows that threaten to consume. Within whispers in the marsh and the rising song of stone, this tale is a journey of a woman’s ambition, courage, and sacrifice to reach her destiny. Towering mountains, shifting sands, and enchanted realms form the setting of the epic. In this mist-wrapped Tabore-Bane, destiny is not a gift but a burden to be endured. Haunted by melodies of her distant homeland and guided by ancient relics pulsing with forbidden power, Serenya must weave strength from memory and magic to survive. As the mountain peaks hold their breath, tumult stirs in the shadows. Whispered prophecies, fractured alliances, and spectral guardians stir beneath the land, threatening to unravel the fragile hope she carries. Kaelis and Darven, Serenya’s chosen emissaries sent into the labyrinthine of the island, follow paths marked by riddles in stone to realise that they are not just scouts but catalysts in a game played by eternals. The island shifts beneath their feet and watches them, bending reality with every breath, testing those who dare tread it. Among tribal spirits, hidden watchers, and unseen dangers, a quest unfolds to unravel a dangerous dance of trust and treachery. “Taborer-bane: The Making of the Sapphire Citadel” is a fantasy of memory, power, and the endurance of hope. From frostbitten peaks to haunted marshlands, it weaves a tale of Serenya’s unyielding spirit confronting the forces that seek to silence truth and bend her world into shadow. Dive into a world rich with intrigue, ancient mysteries, and relentless courage. Discover the forgotten rites and the forging of a legend. In this struggle, the test will be of loyalty, and she may lose everything to gain freedom. Welcome into Tabor-Bane, a land not for the Light Hearted.
EvanRavinan_123 · 311 Views