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Lilian Aeren Vale, daughter of the disgraced House of Vale, has known nothing but ruin. After her father's execution for a crime she believes he never committed, and the destruction of her home, she is forced to live under her uncle's roof, where she is treated as a burden, and a reminder of the shame no one wishes to claim. But when the Northern Duke threatens to ignite a civil war along the southern borders, the crown offers Lilian as tribute to secure peace between both borders. Her fate is sealed; she must become the wife of the very House that condemned her father to death. Two souls shaped by opposing truth, bound together by a political marriage meant to prevent bloodshed. As old wounds collide with buried secrets, Lilian and the Duke must unlearn a lifetime of hatred and uncover the truth hidden beneath generations of lies, betrayal and manipulation. Their marriage may save a kingdom… But only the truth can save them from each other.

Lara's trauma went from mild to chronic when she divorced her husband and went ahead to get inseminated from a sperm bank. She wants to be a single mother. Love has become a fairytale and men were only a bunch of liars and deceivers. She's done with marriage and love. Being a single mother would be the best decision she'd ever made. How would she have known that she made the wrong decision at that moment and fate turned her failure to fortune when she realised that she was carrying the child of the billionaire mogul Curtis Rodney. “You have just an option…” Curtis declared. Other options do not apply to him, he always has his way and the woman before him now has no option but to accept his decision as her only option. “And what is this option of yours?” Lara snapped at him.

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Ari, a simple junior in Sering high school realizes the truth of her world. Everything is a lie. No one is real. Choice is just an illusion. She now must decide whether to fight against an unwanted fate, or become an obedient puppet. However, fate is not something easily changed.

Genre: Dark Fantasy | Historical Fiction | Slow Burn Romance | Mystery The Light That Burns: At the precipice of womanhood, Sunslite is defined by a deep family secret: a peculiar 'light' resides in her unusual, dark eyes—a power that is the key to her ancient lineage. Her mother’s final whisper confirms the stakes: "May your journey be bright... Wherever you go, you carry my heart." The Grand House of Reinhart: Torn from her simple life, Sunslite is whisked away to The Grand House of Reinhart, a sprawling, shadowed gothic manor cloaked in mystery and centuries of tradition. Her father's command is absolute: her inner power will either save her... or burn her to ash. The Guide: Waiting for her is Hridoy (33), her new teacher and guide—a blue-eyed man whose commanding presence and unnerving reverence create immediate fear. While he pledges loyalty, his strange actions (such as a lingering, silent kiss upon her hand) confirm that her path is far from ordinary. The Test of Power: Under Hridoy's watchful, intense gaze, Sunslite must learn to control the volatile magic within. She must navigate a world of ancient libraries, secret pacts, and the overwhelming weight of destiny. Can she master the power of the Reinhart bloodline and survive a teacher who embodies both her greatest comfort and her deepest fear? Read now for a story of inherited magic, gothic intrigue, and a secret that threatens to consume the light of its own bearer.

A forbidden obsession that grows out of control Valerius is 34. Nara is 18. ........... When eighteen-year-old Nara Redwell is kidnapped by the ruthless boss of Draven Syndicate, the criminal world holds its breath. She is the only daughter of Redwell, a man feared for his wealth, power, and violent history. But instead of being executed like the others taken before her, Nara is placed under the personal authority of Valerius Draven, the cold and devastatingly disciplined leader of the rival empire. Valerius does not want ransom. He wants leverage. And Nara becomes the pressure point that forces her father into the light. But the more time she spends inside Valerius’ world, the more she learns a truth she was never supposed to see: her father is not the hero she grew up worshipping. His past with the Dravens is darker than she ever imagined, and the war she thought she understood is built on betrayal, blood, and secrets buried under decades of silence. While the syndicates prepare for conflict, Redwell spirals. His fear for Nara blinds him, driving him to make the most catastrophic choice of his life, where he offers his wife as a replacement hostage, willing to trade anyone to get Nara back. His desperation marks the beginning of a violent collapse no one can stop. And in the middle of this unraveling chaos stands Valerius, the man who was supposed to use Nara as a weapon… but instead becomes the only shield she has left. As loyalties fracture, enemies rise, and hidden truths emerge, Nara must decide who the real monster is. The man who stole her freedom, or the father who built her world out of lies. Her choice may destroy one empire… And ignite another. Nara has spent her whole life trying to survive men like her father. Men who believe a woman’s worth is measured by her obedience and her beauty. Valerius Draven. The quiet monster. The only man who never raises his voice but makes entire empires kneel. And now… he is her jailer. Held in an isolated Florida estate that feels more like a velvet cage than a home, Nara is determined to destroy the one thing men want from her, her beauty. If she can make herself undesirable, she can make herself untouchable. But Valerius stops her. He insists she is safe with him. He insists he will not hurt her. He insists she is merely leverage in a war she never asked to be part of. Yet nothing about Valerius feels simple, or safe. The more she pushes, the calmer he becomes. The more she resists, the more he studies her. And beneath all his coldness is a tension she doesn’t understand… and can’t escape. Because Valerius didn’t take her for ransom. He took her for a reason neither of them is ready to admit. Nara knows one truth: Monsters don’t cage what they don’t crave. And Valerius? He never cages anything he plans to let go.

WARNING- 18+ CONTAINS EXPLICIT SEXUAL ELEMENTS TRAUMA AND TORTURE *************************************************************************************************** Ophelia Blackwood lived her life doing everything she could to be loved. First by her parents and three elder siblings, then by her best friend, and finally by her lover. She sacrificed everything just to be valued by Vincent Dimitri, the son of one of the most dangerous mafia families in Russia, and her childhood best friend, Elosia Jonas. They were her chosen family. Yet her loyalty was repaid with betrayal. After destroying Vincent’s greatest enemy and crowning him the King of the Underworld, Ophelia was killed—by Vincent himself. Elosia hung from Vincent’s half-naked body with a smirk as Ophelia lay in a pool of her own blood. “Thank you for giving me and Vincent such an amazing wedding gift, best friend.” Only in her final breath did Ophelia realize the cruel truth—this was the world of a novel, and she was dying the death of the villainess who killed the male and female leads for love. Ophelia laughed bitterly at her fate. In pain. In misery. Realizing that being unloved and betrayed was always destined for her. But when she woke up again—twenty years old, five years before the story began—she made a different choice. This time, she wouldn’t fight for love. She would fight for revenge. Ophelia proposed a contract marriage to the man she once ruined with her own hands—her former enemy, the heir to the most powerful family on the continent, Kayros Natheniel. “I have two conditions,” Kayros said calmly. “I’ll accept whatever,” Ophelia replied coldly. “First—you don’t meddle in my business. Second—I decide when this marriage ends. of course not before three years even if you beg me to.” But in that moment, Ophelia never imagined — The most dangerous man in the novel’s world would become obsessed with her instead, obsession which is worse than obsession itself “We’re not getting a divorce,” Kayros whispered with a dark smile while thrusting hard inside her, making her scream his name in pleasure. Ophelia freezes. "What? This wasn't part of the contract." Kayros's smirk doesn't disappear; instead, his beautiful blue eyes glint with domination. “Because I never planned on letting you go, my dear wife. You were born to be MINE.”

Five years ago, Ezra Quinlan was the joke of Crescent Moon Academy—the Omega who dared to date the untouchable Alpha heir, only to be dumped in front of the entire student body when the pressure became "too much." Asher Thornwell chose his family's approval over their bond, leaving Ezra publicly humiliated, shattered, and outcasted by a society that never thought an Omega from the slums belonged with elite Alpha blood anyway. So Ezra left. Disappeared. Rebuilt himself from ashes into something unrecognizable—a successful consultant with steel in his spine and ice in his veins. He told himself he'd never look back. But five years later, a career opportunity drags him home, and Ezra returns to the city that destroyed him. Only this time, he's not alone. Two four-year-old twins cling to his hands—silver-eyed, stubborn, and absolutely his entire world. What Ezra doesn't expect is Asher Thornwell waiting at the airport with a banner reading "WELCOME HOME, EZRA" and ninety-nine red roses, looking like he's been through hell and back. "I've been waiting for you," Asher says, voice raw with five years of regret. "I never stopped—" He freezes. His eyes drop to the twins. To their silver eyes that mirror his own. To the way they look exactly like him at that age. "Ezra... are they...?" But before Ezra can answer, another Alpha steps forward—Kai Volkov, protective, possessive, and wrapping an arm around Ezra's waist with easy familiarity. The twins call him "Papa Kai." "We should go," Kai says coolly, steering Ezra away. "Your past isn't welcome in our present." Asher watches them leave, his world imploding with one question burning through his mind: Are those his children? Or has Ezra built a family with someone who actually deserved him? Either way, Asher Thornwell isn't giving up. He destroyed the love of his life once. He'll die before he lets it happen twice—even if Ezra makes him crawl through glass to earn back what he threw away.

Every time someone in Bangkok listens to an extremely rare 1989 cassette tape labeled only "アナタノコエ" (Anata no Koe - "Your Voice"), they become trapped in a 72-hour time loop that resets every time to exactly December 2nd, 2023. The only way to break the loop is for the listener to make the person whose voice is secretly recorded on Side B fall in love with them-without ever revealing the existence of the loop. If they fail by the 33rd loop, the tape burns, the listener forgets everything, and the person on Side B dies in an accident that very night.

(This is a love story disguised with abuse!) "Mia Lowder is just a waste!" "Mia Lowder is too vicious, she framed her sister and even hit her own mother." "A person like her should just get out of Falwood." At a banquet, everyone surrounded Mia Lowder, who was sitting in a wheelchair, and cursed her. Suddenly, the cold and ruthless Mr. Grant appeared, protecting her in his arms, "She is my wife, damn it! Anyone who dares to touch her, try it!" Four years ago, she became crippled because of him and left Falwood in despair. Four years later, she insists on marrying him. Everyone was waiting for Benjamin Grant to abandon her again, but no one knew that Mr. Grant had set a trap for a full four years, just so she could return to his side. Soon after, he spoiled Mia Lowder to the extreme, to the point of obsession. Only then did the people of Falwood realize that Mr. Grant was unwell, and pampered his wife recklessly!

For money, Jin Jumo "signed" herself to the business tycoon Rong Mochen, for a period of one year. Upon their first meeting, the man's voice was icy, "I like women who keep their place, understand?" "Yes." Jin Jumo nodded lightly. So, Jin Jumo always adhered to her place, tightly locking her heart away, never crossing the line. If there was anything in her relationship with Rong Mochen that Jin Jumo hadn't anticipated, it would be... --- "Mr. Rong, our contract expired a week ago." Jin Jumo lightly curved her lips, giving a smile that didn't reach her eyes as she looked at the man in front of her. "So?" "So, Mr. Rong, are you playing rogue now?" Jin Jumo gritted her teeth. "Hmm..." Rong Mochen frowned, leisurely raising his head to look at Jin Jumo, "Is my daughter behaving well in your belly?" "It's not even two months, how do you know it's definitely a daughter..." Wait... Jin Jumo's eyes widened in terror, she hadn't told him she was pregnant... Rumor had it, a car accident targeting Z City tycoon Rong Mochen resulted in the death of a seven-month-pregnant woman. Rumor had it, after the accident, the Rong Family's president underwent a drastic change, becoming ruthless and fierce from being coldly indifferent. Rumor had it, the person killed in the accident was the person closest to Rong Mochen's heart. --- Four years later. "Brother, do we really need to find a new boyfriend for Mommy?" The little bun bit his chubby fingers, looking at the little boy beside him who was slightly taller. "Yes." The boy squinted, his gaze coldly fixed on the televised global sensation of the Rong Family's president's luxurious engagement ceremony. "But didn't Brother say that the old man named Rong is our real dad?" Jin Jumo, who had just stepped into the house, was nearly collapsing inside. How did the two little guys know Rong Mochen was...

He said: We can divorce. She said: No, I want to be your father's daughter-in-law! When all the dust settled, she finally managed to protect her entire family amidst the upheaval of changing dynasties. Princess Qin: Your Highness, can we divorce now? King Qin: Don't even think about it~! PS: Set in an alternate history of the Tang Dynasty~ [The talented and skilled fallen noble Miss VS the domineering King Qin who dotes on his daughter-in-law on his father's orders]

New Territories Socialite She is the top socialite, she met him at eighteen, he was as dazzling as a diamond. Made for each other. But at that time, her eyes were on another person, "Mr. Feng, you're too big!" Eight years passed, time flies. When a series of business upheavals followed one after another, her socialite status was gone, her husband cheated and betrayed her, and in her downfall, she met him again. She woke up sore from a luxurious bed in the morning. He stood naked, wrapped in only a bath towel, leaned against the window, holding half a glass of red wine, and smiled, "I'm too big?" She: "..." Then many years later, she woke up from the bed of the wife-protecting fanatic. He smiled at her. She firmly said, "Mr. Feng, you're too old!" He: "..." ★ 1V1, clean mind and body, sweet doting story + heart-wrenching story. This is a story about ten years of unwavering love pursuit. Feel free to dive in, you won't regret it.

Her ex-boyfriend was snatched by her step-sister. Not only that, she accidentally lost her virginity to him due to her step-sister's schemes. She was nearly confined to her home until he came along. He rescued her from that nightmarish place, if that place can even be called a "home." He, dashing and powerful, seems to have everything. Yet he suffers from an odd illness where he feels nauseated whenever a woman is within three meters of him. She, however, is an exception. From that fateful day on, their paths cross. He strives to win her heart, and she, too, starts to develop feelings for him. But as the story unfolds between the two, her ex-boyfriend's growing mixed feelings and the appearance of his fiancée threaten to put an end to the budding love between them...

He knew she loved someone else, but he still tried his best to keep her by his side, marrying her. She, however, believed that his behavior was a betrayal of their friendship. After marriage, although she was cold and indifferent, he was still thoughtful and considerate, cared for and protected her. Can his consistent love, affection, and tolerance truly move her?

#PossessiveAlpha #SharpTonguedOmega #RoyalCourt #EnemiesToLovers #SlowBurn #ABO #Mpreg #EliteGuards #KnifeDuke #ScandalRomance #DepartmentOfSpite The Emperor’s bloodhound knows only how to hunt and he’s found a very interesting new prey. Gregoris Frasner doesn’t do polite conversation or slow dances. He doesn’t charm at banquets or linger for court gossip. He kills when ordered, tracks threats no one else can see, and sleeps better when his hands are stained with something real. His loyalty belongs to the Emperor and his Consort. Everything else is temporary. Until Rafael Rosenroth. Rafael was supposed to stay out of this. He’d spent years avoiding his mother’s arranged marriages, carefully balancing court expectations with just enough distance to be safe. But after one too many incidents, he was drafted into Gabriel’s infamous “Department of Spite,” where diplomacy is sharp, everything is weaponized, and affection is more dangerous than betrayal. But fate and Alexandra pushed him right into the depths of hell. What began as a joke turned into an obsessive alpha and an omega who wants nothing to do with him.

(A EARTH-23 Escapade straight from the Elder Age!) My name is Kali of the Bloombergs, well formerly of the Bloombergs. I have elected to participate in the current war between Androcien, Goddess of Knowledge and Erosa and Narvath, The Goddess of Love and War respectively. I hope to make a name for myself and prove that i can be a warrior. Just like my grandfather. ......... I really hope this isn't all a big mistake.

Leah Stone learned early that the universe doesn’t punish you with brutality, it punishes you with patterns. The kind you only notice when it’s already too late. Forty-three people crossed her path. Forty-three died within seventy-two hours. Not accidents. Not coincidences. A sequence. A design. She wasn’t grieving. She was observing. And when the first body fell from an empty sky-broken, ash-coated, stamped with a signature only she could see, Leah understood the truth: Something vast had chosen her as its instrument of selection. Not to kill. To announce. A consciousness older than causality uses her presence as a signal, its quiet verdict delivered through the human vessel least inclined to resist. Scientists call her an anomaly. Governments call her a threat. Cults call her the threshold to a new era. But the void that speaks through her has no mythology. No morality. Only protocol. And as Leah begins to recognize the precision of the system, who is marked, why, what collapses or catastrophes each death prevents, the question becomes unbearably sharp: If fate is merely an algorithm, and she is its interface, then does ending a life become a crime… or a correction? The world fears she is the omen of their extinction. Leah fears she might be the beginning of their first truth.

Isabella Beaumont figured she was making a smart, if desperate, trade: her freedom in exchange for marrying the dreaded Duke Alaric Thorne. Sure, the guy had a reputation darker than a moonless night, whispered about in every corner of the kingdom, but it was just a contract, right? A way to escape a brutal past that had literally left its mark on her face. She wasn’t expecting warmth, and definitely not passion. But then Alaric, this formidable, feared man, starts acting… protective. His unexpected kindness will make her want to throw away her protective mask and actually fall for the man who was supposed to be just her ticket to freedom. Just as Isabella starts believing she might actually deserve happiness, everything begins falling apart around them. With the villains on the loose, old wounds being ripped open, and everyone’s true colors showing, is this sudden, fierce love strong enough to survive the storm? Or will the darkness from their pasts and the deadly games shatter everything they’re starting to build?

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.