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​The world is not as you know it. Hidden beneath the surface of everyday life-from the luxurious corridors of South African palaces to the quiet banality of a local high school named Milner-a secret war is being waged by ancient royal bloodlines and primordial demonic forces. ​Enter Hakuna, a young prince of the mighty Letebele Clan. Gifted with phenomenal power and burdened by the spirit of a ten-thousand-year-old entity named Psycha, Hakuna is expected to carry the weight of his legacy. But all he really wants is to navigate his confusing High School years, keep up with his superhuman friends, and maybe-just maybe-avoid permanently breaking reality during a casual confrontation. ​ ​As the lines between domestic squabbles, royal duty, and world-ending chaos blur, Hakuna must grapple with the shocking power he inherited from his father yet still doesn't fully understand. When his personal life collides with the war-leaving his loved ones suddenly vulnerable-Hakuna will be forced to unleash a level of destruction that could save his world or reduce it to ashes. ​The greatest danger to the world is not the darkness it hides, but the sheer, reckless power of the boy determined to protect the only people he cares about.

( warning: mature content ahead ) what's happens when a broken princess trying to survive meets the most dangerous being in the whole world by mere coincidence. Prince Dylan is out, out for revenge for being sealed for hundreds of years by his family. He came out only to find out he was getting married to what they called humans. he wasn't familiar with the name but he was curious Princess Kathryn was shocked when she discovered one night that she was getting married to the rumoured prince. known to be vicious and cruel , her fate was already decided with no way out of it . but she found out that she married prince Dylan instead of the rumoured prince. now she must know, who was Dylan that even the mere mention of his name make people tremble. was he worse that the rumoured prince himself? But they soon figured out something . something that made them compatible. Warning Mature Content Ahead!!

Woke up in a child’s body after getting hit by a truck? Well, thanks for still being alive! You find yourself not in your familiar world—surrounded by communicators, galonet, and all the other comforts of civilization—but in a place where everyone drives smoky cars running on burning hydrocarbons? Could be worse. At least you don’t have to chase mammoths with a spear. Did the universe throw you some classic transmigrator goodies? I’ll take a hundred! What do you mean, no? Just a couple, but hefty ones… That’ll do for a start. --- This is a translation! Raw: “Ричи”

...This country is on the right path," he said, his voice carrying across the hall. "And with this young Princess, we have a clear future. But we also need a competent King. And so — the wedding will be held." The room nodded in agreement. I froze. My eyes cut sharply to my father. He was already looking at me — wearing a smile I had never seen before. Foreign. Practiced. Political. "She will be married," he said calmly, "on her eighteenth birthday. To the third Prince of Britain." The words hit me like cold water. "What nonsense." The words left my mouth before I could stop them. "It's not possible. Dad, you told me I could—" But his expression didn't change. And that was when I understood. This had already been decided. Long before today. Long before this room. I was simply the last to know. I walked out before the ceremony ended. I didn't want to see their faces — not my father's satisfaction, not my mother's guilt, not the strangers who had just traded my future over a conference table. Back in my room, Matilda, my maid, entered quietly. "I'm sorry, my princess. Your parents are outside waiting. They want to see you — you should let them in." "Go away." My voice was steady. Controlled. "I don't want to talk to them. They betrayed me. And I'm powerless to stop them." Matilda hesitated for a moment, then nodded with understanding. She stepped outside and I heard her speak politely to my parents. "She can't talk to you right now. She's very sorry." I heard my mother sigh. Good. My other maid tried to console me. I stared at the ceiling until her words became background noise and sleep finally pulled me under. I dreamed of an outstretched hand and a voice saying "I'll love you forever" — and then cold water hit my face. "Wake up, miss. You have lessons to take." I sat up slowly. The events of yesterday flooded back in full colour. Fresh tears burned behind my eyes but I refused them. I pressed them down, deep and hard, until they disappeared. I have to be strong, I told myself. That is the only way to go through this and survive. The lessons were dreadful. How to walk as a wife. How to speak as a wife. How to sit, smile, defer, and disappear as a wife. I sat through every session with my jaw tight and my hands folded, learning a language I despised — and I was a linguist. Language was my birthright, my gift, my weapon. But this language? This quiet submission? It sat in my mouth like ash. My father visited one afternoon, his apology rehearsed and hollow. "Baby girl, how are the lessons? I'm sorry, but I tried my best to stop this — just manage. You could always divorce when we get the alliance." I laughed. Hard. Until my stomach hurt. "Dad — no offence, but I never knew you were a comedian. I didn't want to get married in the first place, so just leave me and stop apologising." My smile vanished the moment he left. I got back to my studies. Days turned into months. On my eighteenth birthday, I stood before the mirror again. This time the gown was white — royal, majestic, and beautiful in a way that made me furious. It would have been the most stunning thing I had ever worn, if I wasn't being forced to wear it. I picked up the scissors. I cut slowly at first — deliberate, precise — removing sections of the skirt in jagged lines. Then I found the red paint. Then the black. I poured both across the fabric and stepped back to look at what I had made. It felt like the first honest thing I had done in months. My maids saw but knew better than to stop me. I walked down the aisle in it — late, unhurried, with not a single trace of royalty in my steps. Let them stare. Let them whisper. I was done performing.

I am the only son of the Dukes of Connaught and Strathearn, and the grandson of Her Majesty Queen Victoria of the British Empire. Now, in the name and honor of the House of Saxe-Coburg and Gotha, I swear upon my life to witness and safeguard the rise of this land — to unite all the people of Australia and New Zealand under one new name, and to watch our destiny unfold together. Long live Australasia! A tale of royal legacy, ambition, and the birth of a new empire at the edge of the world. Australasia novel, historical fiction, British Empire story, Queen Victoria descendant, royal alternate history, Australia rise, New Zealand union, time of empires, colonial historical drama, House of Saxe Coburg Gotha, royal family saga, Australasia unification, Victorian era story, alternate history novel, British royalty fiction, imperial expansion novel

In the ruins of a fractured world, defiance is a death sentence. Excelling in the fine arts of covert observation, she collects secrets and trades in betrayals. This data broker doesn’t believe in fairness or morality. After all, that’s the only way to survive – and thrive – in a limited human space, constantly besieged by strange fauna. She’s spent a lifetime running from the powers that be and slipping through the cracks. However, a fateful misstep pulls this furtive shadow into the sights of a man set to inherit the hopeless war. His ascent to the throne is paved with the bodies of those who stood against him – and those who didn’t. This capricious warlord intends to cut the trespasser’s insolence out with a blade. Slowly and carefully – because death would be far too kind. He wants her taught a lesson. Disfigured. Broken. Owned. Yet she vanishes into the overcrowded streets. A hounded prey becomes an umbrage with a vendetta and wages a one-woman war on his reputation. From the darkness, she turns the rising officer's name and affairs into rot. She never lets him forget she’s still out there. Watching. The nobleman handles it all without faltering. However, the manhunt gradually twists into a slow, burning obsession. The woman’s daring, her rage fascinate him. Consume him. All grudging sentiments warp into respect… and something stronger. When enemies close in on all sides, he calls upon his shadow with an alluring promise of truce. Trust is a knife. And he hands it to her – willingly. Story ahead can be found here: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0DRSX826G

The jester looked at her maliciously. "My Queen, the King is betraying you with a woman far beneath you, who is absolutely nothing compared to you. So, why not betray him with me?" ​Evangeline, who met her tragic demise when everyone abandoned her—even her husband, the King, who left her to die and fled—had no one left by her side except Silver. Silver, the jester, refused to leave her, even if it meant facing his own death. He paid with his life so that she could activate a forbidden magic and undo her past. ​Now, she is back. Two years before the fires. Two years before her execution. ​With the memories of her bloody end and a Joker hidden in her sleeve, Evangeline won't just survive—she will dismantle the deck and rewrite the rules of the game. This time, the Queen won't be a pawn in anyone's play.

Story Brief: The Fate of the Shadow Genre: Russian Dark Romance / Psychological Thriller Themes: Mafia Underworld, Power Dynamics, Forbidden Obsession, Secret Missions. Characters: Alia (The Strategist Warrior) & Viktor (The Ruthless Enforcer). ⚠️ Age Advisory (21+) This story is strictly intended for readers aged 21 and above. It contains mature themes, intense emotional conflict, and dark psychological elements. Please read responsibly and at your own discretion. Copyright Notice © 2025–2028, Ninel Nastasya Anna Orinska. All rights reserved. The Fate of the Shadow is an original work by Ninel Nastasya Anna. No part of this story may be reproduced, copied, translated, distributed, or transmitted in any form without prior written permission from the author. Story Overview The Fate of the Shadow Alia is a brave and intelligent woman carrying deep secrets hidden within her family and true identity. Her search for truth leads her into dangerous missions and a world shrouded in shadows. Along the way, she encounters Viktor a mysterious man shaped by a dark, violent past. Together, they navigate a brutal underworld where loyalty is tested, love becomes a weapon, and survival comes at the highest price. Genres & Themes Dark Romance & Psychological Thriller Mafia & Criminal Underworld Dual Lives & Secret Missions Intense Chemistry & Power Struggles Character Profiles Alia (The Operative) Skills: Highly trained in Taekwondo, Krav Maga, Jiu-Jitsu, and advanced hand-to-hand combat. Expertise: Sniper rifle precision, cyber espionage, drone operation, and strategic psychological warfare. Viktor (The Enforcer) Skills: Master of close-quarter combat, tactical strategy, and intelligence operations. Expertise: High-stakes manipulation, intimidation tactics, surveillance, and commanding the criminal underworld with an iron grip.

Lucia Watts was once the golden daughter of Tomasso City, born into an illustrious family, raised in love, and destined for brilliance. But at seventeen, she made one fatal mistake: she brought a stranger named Anna Smith into her home. That mistake destroyed everything. Betrayed by the woman she trusted, Lucia’s father was framed and sentenced to life imprisonment. Her family collapsed overnight. Her father died under the wheels of oncoming traffic. Her mother lost her sanity. The hospital that carried her family’s name was stolen. Lucia died that day. And Emma Wilson was born. Four years later, Emma returns as the elegant and untouchable director of a Swiss cosmetics empire. Beautiful, ruthless, and patient, she has only one purpose: to drag Anna Smith and everyone who helped her into hell. Her path of revenge leads her straight to Ricard Anderson, Anna’s fiancé, a powerful CEO, and the perfect weapon. Lucia approaches him knowingly, seduces him deliberately and lets him fall in love with her step by step. She uses his desire, his influence, and his devotion as pieces on her chessboard. Ricard knows the truth. He knows she is using him. He knows her love is a lie. And yet, he chooses to stay. “I know I’m just a pawn,” he says. “But I’m willing.” As secrets are exposed, traps are set and blood debts are repaid, love becomes the most dangerous variable. Lucia wins her revenge but at the cost of everything else. Because some love stories are never meant to be saved. And some women choose revenge over redemption. ... Umee say that: Hi there! First of all, thank you for the interest and for the enthusiasm. Truly. Every time I open my comments and see new invitations to add Discord, buy promotion packages, commission comic adaptations, or “have a quick chat,” I’m reminded that my story has somehow wandered into a very busy marketplace. That said, I should probably set expectations gently before anyone invests too much energy. I’m not looking for promotion services, paid advertising or commissioned artwork. Not because they’re bad ideas, just because they’re not ideas I currently need. I don’t have the budget, the urgency or the illusion that my story is secretly one step away from becoming the next global phenomenon. I’m very aware of where my work stands. It’s doing okay. Respectably okay. Not “adapt-everything-immediately” okay. My passion for writing exists but it hasn’t reached the stage where common sense quietly exits the room. I promise I’m not underestimating myself, I’m simply being realistic, which is a personality trait I’ve grown quite attached to. Another small but important thing: I’m not really interested in chatting, exchanging ideas, networking, or building creative alliances in private messages. I write best when left alone. I think best when no one is pitching anything to me. And I function best when my inbox is not screaming for attention. So if I don’t reply, please know it’s not personal, it’s just me choosing silence over small talk. That being said, if you’re genuinely curious about me rather than what I can potentially become or produce, if you want to see my everyday life, random thoughts, quiet moments and the unmarketable parts of my existence, I do have my Instagram linked in my bio. You’re welcome to follow it. No proposals required. No introductions needed. Just observation, at your own pace. I truly wish you the best with your creative work, your art, your promotions, and your ambitions. Creating something and trying to get it seen is hard, I respect that deeply. I just prefer to walk my path slowly, quietly, and without turning every interaction into a business opportunity. Thank you for understanding, for stopping by, and for letting me return peacefully to my writing corner, where the only thing I’m selling is words.

What if you woke up to find yourself in the body of an emperor… ignored by everyone? An empire weighed down by debt, a currency on the verge of collapse, crumbling borders, and nobles waiting for the throne to fall like wolves waiting for a warm corpse. In this body now lives a young man who was nothing more than a student fascinated by history and numbers—before he was thrown into the life of “Leonardo Ray Clint,” the emperor who ended his life to escape this chaos. But death is no longer an option. Every wrong decision ignites a rebellion. Every reform awakens a conspiracy. From within and beyond the borders, slowly and ominously. As if politics alone were not enough… The signs begin to appear: a blood moon, a black winter, legends returning to life, and cults that believe the end of the world is near. If history has taught him anything, it is that empires do not die suddenly… They are killed, step by step. And the question is no longer: how will he rule? But: can he stop the collapse, or will he leave his name as the last line written in the empire’s history?

After the death of her parents, Grace built her life on duty, silence, and strength. But as she nears the throne, whispers of the past begin to surface— dark, persistent, and impossible to ignore. A secret long buried now claws its way into the light, threatening to unravel everything she thought she knew about her blood, her family… and herself. As deception coils around her and every truth turns to ash, Grace must face a haunting choice: protect the lie that keeps her kingdom safe, or uncover the truth that could destroy it— and her along with it.

"Take me instead." Three words. Guinevere Lunaris trades herself and saves 300 lives. Tied. Gagged. Underestimated by a mile. They chain her to a tree in the snow. Mistake. While running for her life, she meets a stranger in the dark and tells him to hide so he isn’t killed. Twelve hours later, he walks into her father's hall wearing a crown. The man she just told to hide in a hole is Maddox Drakencrest, High King of Velkaris. Ruler of an entire continent. Maddox hears his dragon say ‘mate’ right away. But her wolf is silent. More and more Alpha Kings enter the hall. She catches the tail end of her father’s toast and chokes on her wine. "—leave here with a virgin bride." An auction for her hand turns into a full-out bidding war. Maddox wins. 750 million in gold, three dragon fleets, and an urn full of the bastard who chained her the day before. Every force in Velkaris is betting against a wolf on a dragon throne. The Elders say the queen must be a dragon rider, which is impossible for a woman without dragon blood. The king's half-brother agrees with them, but his solution is a civil war and taking the crown for himself. If his brother’s rebellion wins, Maddox dies and she belongs to him. If the elders win, she goes back to the father who sold her. Neither is happening. Her wolf calls Velkaris home. She's not giving it up. They expect Guinevere to behave like a good little wolf princess and play along with their political games. She says bet.

Maria has hated Theo Valentine for as long as she can remember. So why does she keep waking up in his bed — as his queen? In her dreams, she is the imperial consort in a world of magic and splendor. The man who torments her in real life becomes someone else entirely: intense, possessive, and dangerously tempting. His touch lingers long after she wakes, and a glowing pendant around her neck seems to pull her deeper into the past with every night. Theo, on the other hand, has been avoiding her for years. Almost like he’s hiding something. As the dreams grow more vivid and heated, and the boundary between worlds begins to crumble, Maria realizes this is no ordinary fantasy. A connection is stringing them together across time. Someone she could trust perhaps watching her every move. In a world where magic has been long forgotten, old betrayals are awakening. And the man she’s destined to love might be the same one she’s sworn to hate. Some bonds refuse to stay broken. Some desires refuse to stay buried. Will Maria be able to survive the chaos? Will she able to solve the mystery behind her and Theo's strange connection?

in The Cursed Flower Fantasy novel there will be a girl around 18 age who was once forced to read a novel by her friends that gets her in a new world of a kingdoms of vampires and struggle to get out of there but she will be forced to work in one of the royal family of vampires and forced her self to pretend to be one of them her way back home becomes rarely to get. suddenly she will find a flower that can change her in to a real one and Ruth's journey goes to find her way back home... (hello new and old readers this is my first novel in Web novel please enjoy it)

He claims she belongs to another man… but he looks at her like she’s already his. Aveline Willowgrave was born to wealth, dignity… and a future she would never live to claim. At ten years old, she watched her parents die. The years that followed were worse. Her uncle stole her inheritance, her home, and her freedom. And at last… he sold her. She was masked, chained, and priced like livestock before a room of hungry men. Just as the crowd surges forward to strip her bare, a single voice cuts through the auction… A bid so high it silences the entire hall. A knight from Greenvale. He does not save her. He buys her. And when he removes his helmet, Aveline’s breath catches. Theron. The quiet orphan boy she once mocked when her world was still soft and golden. Now, he stands before her, powerful, controlled… and impossible to read. He tells her she was never meant for him. She was purchased as a gift, for Prince Vaelor of Greenvale, the Crown Prince whispered to be as cruel as he is untouchable. Cornered between slavery and a fate worse than death, Aveline makes the only choice left to her. “Don’t give me to the prince,” she whispers. “Take me as your mistress instead.” But Theron did not return to her life by accident. He has his own reasons. His own secrets. And as Aveline is drawn into Greenvale’s glittering court, she begins to wonder... Why did he choose her? Why did he disappear days before her parents died? And why, when he looks at her now, does it feel less like hatred… and more like something far more dangerous?

A storm leaves more than broken trees behind. Found beneath a fallen trunk at the edge of the forest, a silent girl is brought into a quiet village that does not welcome unanswered questions. She does not remember her name. She does not speak. And yet, something about her unsettles those who look too closely. As whispers spread and fear takes root, the girl’s presence begins to stir old wounds, buried secrets, and a power tied to bloodlines long thought lost. Caught between the life of a commoner and the shadow of something far greater, she stands at the center of a mystery no one is ready to face. Some storms destroy. Others awaken what should never have been found.

Three years ago, the Zahryssar Empire saved the Northern Kingdom of Thalryn from absolute annihilation. In gratitude—and desperation—Duke Veyrhold of Thalryn swore a vow to the Coiled Throne: he would send a bride to the Serpent Emperor. But gratitude soon turned to fear. The ruler of Zahryssar, Zeramet Karash, Prime Alpha of a bloodline, was rumored to be a monster—the Serpent King who wiped out his own bloodline, a ruler no consort had ever survived, and a sovereign who could erase a person’s very identity. No omega stepped forward and the promise remained unfulfilled. Until Zahryssar demanded payment. “If I could save your kingdom,” the Emperor declared, “I can erase it just as easily.” With war threatening once more and innocent lives at stake, the Duke made a final choice to send his own omega daughter—only to be refused by her; she chose death over being sent to a monster. And then, his son stepped forward. Levin Veyrhold, Alpha heir of House Veyrhold—warrior, future heir of Veyrhold—offered himself instead. No Omega could survive the Serpent Emperor… but perhaps an Alpha could. In a world where vows are law, power is biology, and love is the most dangerous defiance of all, can Levin Veyrhold survive the serpent emperor?

A girl who was forced to live as a man , just because hes father would have killed her

In the middle of the castle garden stood a table prepared for an elegant tea, draped in white lace, set with blue-and-white porcelain, tiered trays of pastel pastries, and crystal cups releasing the mingled scents of roses and spiced leaves in the warm afternoon air. And in the midst of this carefully arranged ensemble lay Mirabelle Luchs. Her wild curls were spread across plates and among the tempting desserts. Her dress had been pushed up to her hips, her legs bent and braced against the edge of the table, trembling. Elegant male hands pressed them farther apart while she desperately tried to close them. Between her legs was the head of a man. His pointed fox ears twitched with amusement as his tongue moved over her again and again. ---- Read until ch30 for free. Mirabelle Luchs wakes up in a world that should not exist. A feudal beast kingdom ruled by instinct, hierarchy, and conquest. A world where aristocracy is carved into bloodlines and women like her are used to secure peace after defeat. She inhabits the body of an unmated duchess from the losing side of a brutal war. Sheltered until now. Politically valuable. Offered by treaty to powerful beast nobles from the victorious realm. Men who do not hide their expectations, their presence, or their hunger. Mirabelle is unprepared for medieval court life, for beast instincts worn openly, for how closely power and desire intertwine in this world. But she refuses to remain a passive prize. With a modern mind and a sharp sense for social dynamics, Mirabelle begins to turn the rules against those who seek to control her. Provocation becomes a choice. Submission a performance. A mature reverse harem fantasy set in a medieval beast world, featuring political marriages, power games, and a female lead who refuses to be ruled quietly. Also it is slow burn;)

In the Kaelen Empire, destiny is determined by magic, and power decides one’s fate. Zion Kaelen, the feared “Cursed Prince,” possesses the legendary Three-Aditya ability, marking him as a harbinger of destruction. Unknown to the world, he is the reincarnation of the ancient King of Shadows, a fallen deity seeking redemption. Bound to him by fate is Lyra Kaelen, once a mistreated noble girl who rises to become an Imperial Princess. Beneath her gentle and resilient spirit lies the divine essence of the long-lost Goddess of Healing, destined to restore balance to the world. As political conspiracies, academy rivalries, and divine forces converge, Zion and Lyra must stand together against enemies both mortal and celestial. In a tale of love, sacrifice, and redemption, their union will determine whether the world falls into darkness or is reborn in light.