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The Traveller was a Princess

Ever since Aiden’s death, nights have become unbearable, quiet, suffocating, and filled with memories that refuse to fade. It is on one such day, when despair weighs heavier than reason, that Claire crosses paths with a ragged beggar in a forgotten alley. After saving him from harm, he presses a simple, weathered watch into her palm and whispers a warning disguised as a promise: "The watch can turn back time." Claire dismisses it as madness. And yet when night falls and loneliness tightens its grip, she finds herself clutching the watch in the dark, tears soaking her sleeves, and a heart aching for the man she lost. With nothing left to believe in, she closes her eyes and wishes just once to see Aiden again. Time answers... But not as she expects. Instead of returning to the day Aiden dies, Claire awakens in another timeline entirely reborn as Princess Clara Ashford of Vandenberg, a royal bound by duty, secrets, and a fate already in motion. In this world, Aiden lives as a count under a different name Caelum Ren Sinclair, a young general celebrated for his unparalleled swordsmanship and unwavering loyalty to the crown. As Claire realizes that saving Aiden means more than stopping a single death, she must uncover the truth behind Clara’s identity, the fragmented memories locked, and the hidden connections binding the people around her; alliances, betrayals, and secrets long buried by time. To save Aiden, Claire must understand who Clara truly was… and decide whether changing the past will cost her the future... Because in this world, love is both her greatest strength... and her greatest risk.
AeoshabelleSkye · 9.6k Views

The Affinity of Fate

Snow bites deeper than steel, and cages leave scars no eyes can see. Q97 is not a boy with a name—he is a number, an experiment carved from cruelty in the underground labs by vampires. In a world where hybrids are treated as disposable tools, his only hope is escape. Guided by the secret writings of those who came before him, he follows a path dug by rabbits and buried in whispers, chasing freedom through tunnels that lead toward human lands. But freedom has a price: the moment he crosses the border, he can never return. Never again to the castle’s red spires. Never again to the rose garden. Never again to the one vampire who gave him warmth when the world froze him numb. Sir Draven—the quiet gardener with golden eyes who carved clumsy little sculptures of ice just for him. Roses that melted by morning. A kindness that should not have existed. A memory Q97 cannot take with him, yet cannot leave behind. This is not a story of quick love or easy salvation. It is a slow journey of survival, longing, and fragile bonds that burn against the cold. A tale for those who believe that even in the darkest experiments, even under cages and snow, a single rose can bloom. ***** This is a slowburn, character-driven story. If you love emotional depth, healing & growing arcs, and found-family themes, this is for you. Stick around past chapter 10, that's when the heart of the story begins to unfold. Warning: mpreg, almost all male experiments have wombs. Please proceed with caution if you are uncomfortable. Romance will start when MC is older, Thank you ^^
I_Eat_Rice · 163.5k Views

The Crown Princess.

Crown Princess Seraphine is a monster draped in velvet. Cold. Heartless. Vain. They call her The Demoness Crowned, a woman whose smile signals punishment, whose silence strikes deeper than steel. She has never bowed. Never begged. Never wept where anyone could see. She walks the marble corridors with her spine straight, her chin lifted, and a blade sharper than most men’s pride strapped like an accessory around her waist. But behind locked doors, where only shadows dare to watch, Seraphine removes the mask she was forced to wear. She is not soft. But she is tired. She replays the cruelties she dealt, the mercy she withheld. Sometimes she wonders if she was born unkind— Or simply raised that way. Because in a palace where women are either worshipped or wounded, Seraphine learned young: Kindness is a luxury. Mercy is a weakness. And love? Love is a weapon used to gut the willing. She did not survive her parents to become gentle. Her swordsmanship rivals that of any general, taught in secret, honed in silence, perfected through necessity. She was forged by betrayal. Sharpened by grief. Hardened by a lifetime of knowing that the world would rather see her dead than powerful. Her husband, Crown Prince Lucien, despises her. Their marriage is nothing more than a political chain, inked in blood and sealed with mutual disdain. To him, she is everything wrong with the throne. To her, he is another man who never bothered to look past the armor she didn’t choose. Is she cruel? Or did cruelty become her only language of survival? And if a woman wears the title of monster long enough… Does it matter if it was a lie? Or will she eventually become the very thing they were always afraid she’d be?
Abbyyyyyyyyyyyyy · 10.4k Views