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To the world, Princess Ilaria of Caelwyn is a bride of duty. To her heart, she is a woman desperately chasing the love of the husband who will not look her way. All she ever wanted was for him to care; for him to turn his gaze toward her with the same fervor she carried in her heart. No matter how many times he pushed her away, no matter how cold the silence between them became, she never gave up. Not once did she allow herself to see him as someone unworthy of her love. To her, he was always worth it. And when love at last took root, when it bloomed against every storm that tried to tear them apart; when two hearts finally found each other and dared to beat as one… fate, as cruel and merciless as it is, reminded them that there were forces even love could never conquer. --EXCERPT-- Levan pressed his lips to her temple, his lips trembling as though the kiss itself might shatter him. One hand cradled her face with the kind of gentleness he had never shown anyone, while the other threaded weakly through her hair, trying futilely to soothe the sobs wracking his wife's body. His breath break unevenly, his eyes were shut tight, as if by closing them he could pretend this moment would never come. As if the world might let them stay this way forever. As if the reality of it all could be discarded just so that they could live however they wanted. He let his mouth fall against her cheek and linger there, tasting the salt of her tears as though they were his own. He did not move for a long while… because if this sorrow was the final piece of her he was allowed to carry, he wanted to etch it into his very soul. He wanted to remember the way she shook in his arms. He wanted to remember the sound of her muffled cries. He wanted to remember the warmth of her skin pressed so desperately against him. He wanted to remember her as his wife; his beloved. "Live, my love," he whispered, his voice raw and breaking, the words choking out of him like a prayer he could barely force past his throat. He buried his face against her hair so she would not see the tears spilling freely down his cheeks. "Even if it's far from me… live." --×-- >> Tags: [soft comfort • fluff • VERY slow-paced • angst • sweet • romance • slow burn • comedy • fantasy] >> Here if you like SLOW BURN angsty romance. >> Main conflict starts wayyy later. >> Word count per chapter: 1.5k ~ 2.3k --×-- Vol 1: Where Love Learns It's Name [Completed] Vol 2: Where Love Becomes Distance [Hiatus]

Ananya never expected death to bring her into another life. One moment, she was running her parents’ restaurant in the modern world. The next, she opened her eyes in silk robes, surrounded by hostile stares — the Queen Consort of the empire. But this body was cursed in everyone’s eyes. The Emperor loathed her. The mistress laughed at her. And the court whispered behind her back. Only she wasn’t truly alone. > “Finally, someone can see us!” “What kind of Queen Consort are you, so calm even with ghosts in your chamber?” “Shut up, Wei Rong, let her breathe. She looks like she’s about to faint.” Three ghosts — a stoic scholar, a brash general, and a mischievous noble girl — lingered at her side. They were invisible to all but her. And with them, she learned to survive the poisonous palace. When rumors spread that she was cursed, Ananya stood before the empire’s court. Instead of tears, she offered proof. Instead of fear, she offered dignity. > “If Heaven believes I am cursed, let the fire and smoke betray me. I will not hide.” And Heaven sided with her. Outside the palace, crises struck — starving soldiers, missing supplies, merchants growing fat from stolen grain. Inside, Lady Zhen, the Emperor’s favored mistress, grew bolder by the day, flaunting her beauty and mocking Ananya’s quiet grace. > “Sister, do you still dream of winning His Majesty’s heart? Look at you — plain, dull, unworthy.” “If simplicity is a crime, then let it be mine,” Ananya answered, unshaken. The Emperor indulged Lady Zhen openly… but in the silence of night, he tasted Ananya’s food, lingered at her table, and found himself unsettled by her calm. > “This is not palace fare,” he muttered. “It is lighter,” Ananya replied softly. “Easier to sleep after.” Step by step, conspiracy thickened. At a grand banquet, a poisoned cup was placed in Ananya’s hand. But a ghost’s laugh echoed in her ear — and the cup was swapped. A dancer collapsed instead. From that night on, the Emperor’s gaze changed. He began to notice the woman who never begged for favor, never fought for attention, yet always endured. Still, war brewed at the borders. Betrayals reached even the throne. Assassins crept through the palace halls. And the one person who seemed weakest became the calm at the center of the storm. Through whispered secrets, mischievous hauntings, and quiet resilience, Ananya carved her place in the empire. She would not simply survive. She would rise. And the Emperor who once despised her would one day whisper only her name.

Betrayed by his partner and killed in the line of duty, Sub-Inspector Benedict Holstan wakes up in the body of a 5-year-old "useless" noble. Cast aside by his father and left to rot in an abandoned manor, Caelum Valtheron spends years studying ancient grimoires, waiting for his moment. When he enters the Royal Academy, the world expects a failure. Instead, they get a powerhouse. As the only student accepted into both the Knight and Magic programs, Caelum catches the eye of the second Prince, Elias. But Elias carries a dark secret, a poison that kills in 300 seconds without a willing sacrifice. Caelum has the magic to stall the clock. But in a world of political betrayal that mirrors the one that killed him, can he solve the mystery of the poison before time runs out for them both?

One minute, I’m a 28-year-old basement dweller choking on a double-pepperoni pizza while watching questionable content. The next, I’m Lord Elaric Voss, the "heroic" master of Ravenhold—a crumbling pile of rocks in a kingdom where the economy is a literal joke. In the Kingdom of Aldoria, there are no dragons, no magic, and zero genius inventions. There’s just mud, leaky stone keeps, and a feudal tax system so brutal that peasants literally eat rocks to survive. My new "reward" is a keep with a 90% tax rate, a dungeon full of badgers, and a village of eighty people who smell like they’ve never heard of soap. In my old life, I was a sarcastic, unrepentant pervert. In this life? I’m the same guy, just with a permanent resting asshole face and a lot more authority. I have no master plan to revolutionize crop rotation. I don't care about kingdom-building or epic wars. My goals are simple: 1. Roast this medieval shithole until my modern brain stops hurting. 2. Avoid getting killed by my rich, pompous neighbors. 3. Build the ultimate harem of sweaty, hard-working maids. From "inspecting" laundry baskets for fabric quality to accidental "slips" during cold river baths, I’m going to be the most degenerate Lord this realm has ever seen. The King wants his grain, the Baron wants my head, and my steward is having a heart attack—but as long as the maids keep working up a sweat, I’m staying right here. Welcome to Ravenhold. Leave your dignity at the gate. I’ve already sniffed mine away. ________________________________________ What to Expect: • A Modern degenerate MC: No heroics, just sarcasm, luck, and zero shame. • Gritty Medieval Realism: Mud, smells, and a dogshit economy. • Comedy & Slapstick: High-stakes diplomatic insults and low-stakes horse-shit accidents. • Slow-Burn Harem: A focus on sensory details, sweat fetishes, and "inspections". • Zero Magic, Zero OP Powers: Just a modern man surviving through sheer audacity.

Arthur Pendragon, a very strange person who has both the talent and mindset of a king, though his desire is only to have a wife and keep his bloodline going, from a promise he had made with his late parents passing. living across the norths region on a giant island, he woke up from a terrible nightmare after coming into this world. "my name's Arthur" looking at his reflection, he nodded in satisfaction. staring out of his castle's window, he saw a horde of Vikings awaiting his call to set sail and raid the norths supplies. walking through his giant castle, the only thing he could hear from his soldiers was 'Skal!', "lead us into battle son of Balduh". . very small harem, only three women. Lyanna stark, Eivor and Hela. . (R-18) content here, there will be.

Being transmigrated wasn't in Reis's bucket list. Being so in an unpredictable world with danger lurking everywhere? Not even in his nightmare journal. So he definitely isn't thrilled when his soul is literally dragged out into a void and forced into a foreign body. Or about the blue screen of doom, trying to convince him that everything was exactly how it was supposed to be. Like hell it was right for him to be in line for the throne. Surely, Reis had run out of luck. But that didn't mean he was foolish enough to play hero. No. Why must he sacrifice his peace for something so foolish? Reis just had to wait. Until the royal family let their guard down, and he had enough money to escape far away. Just enough to escape heaven's eyes. And someone promised to help. Someone who didn't even know how to hold a human right side up. The fearsome guardian, who, for some reason, picked the weakest human to bother. It cost Reis half his mortal soul and a bit more, but what can he do? Escaping the throne is more important than dignity. Once the trouble's off his shoulder, he'd find a peaceful land to settle in and spend the rest of his mortal life lazing away. The perfect escape plan. But how is he supposed to escape from this so-called guardian again, at least before losing himself entirely? Well, not anytime soon. *** Antihero, bitter MC X Villainous, transcend level ML.

Inspired by Legend of Zelda: Twilight Princess Minette thought she'd serve her entire life working as a maid with her mother, but when the King reveals he's her father, she'd quickly crowned the Ninth Princess and offered to neighboring kingdom as a bride! Before she can even get settled into her new role in life, her escort is attacked and she'd ends up lost in the woods only to be saved and left at a mysterious house, filled with divine spirits and occupied by a young half elf man, whose equally surprised to see her. Who saved her? Who is Verk, and is he the key to getting the life she truly wants?

“I gave you my soul in my last life. In this one, I’ll settle for your crown.” ~ In my first life, I was the devoted Queen. I waited two months for my husband, King Lauren, to return from the front lines—only for him to walk through the palace gates with a beautiful young maiden by his side and a decree in his hand: ‘She would be the new Queen’. And because of that evil beauty he brought to our kingdom, I died a discarded "nobody," executed for a crime I didn't commit. But death didn't take me. It sent me back. I woke up on the morning of his return. The crowds are cheering, the flowers are blooming, and my husband is about to humiliate me in front of the entire kingdom. But he doesn't know I've changed. He doesn't know I've returned with a special skill that makes me the most dangerous woman in the room. Before he can introduce his "New Queen," I hand him the one thing no one in this kingdom has ever dared to ask for: Divorce papers. In our land, a Queen asking for divorce is an abomination punishable by stoning. But Lauren thinks I’m bluffing. He looks me in the eye, tears my petition to shreds, and growls, “You are my wife. I will never stamp those papers.” He thinks he is keeping me trapped. He doesn't realize he has trapped himself in a palace with a woman who knows every one of his secrets—and is prepared to burn his kingdom to the ground just to see him sign his name. My goal is simple; I will make him fall... not in love, but to his knees. Since he spent my first life making me cry. I’ll spend my second making him bleed.

Ongoing new Russia Novel Author’s Note21+ Ninel Nastasya Anna (Writer Oriniska) This is the final chapter of The Fate of the Shadow. From the bottom of my heart, thank you for reading, supporting, and staying with this story until the very last word. I hope their fate, choices, and shadows remain with you long after the final chapter. — Author Anna ⚠️ Age Advisory (21+) This story is intended for readers aged 21 and above. It contains adult themes, intense emotional conflict, dark elements, violence, and psychological tension. 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, except for brief quotations used in reviews or other non-commercial purposes permitted by law. Written & Illustrated by: Ninel Nastasya Anna Orinska Languages: Bengali, English, Russian First Edition: 2028 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, covert operations, and a world shrouded in shadows. Along the way, she encounters Viktor—a mysterious man shaped by a dark, violent past. Their collision sparks a complex relationship—built on trust, betrayal, desire, and conflict. 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 Dual Lives & Secret Missions Action, Thriller & Adventure Mafia & Criminal Underworld Royal Bloodlines & Traditions Betrayal & Revenge Drug Trade & Dark Networks Intense Chemistry & Psychological Conflict Power Struggles & Control Loyalty vs Duty Character Profile — Alia Skills Summary Alia is a highly trained operative and versatile warrior, excelling in physical, psychological, and technological combat. Martial Arts Expertise: Taekwondo, Krav Maga, Jiu-Jitsu, advanced hand-to-hand combat. Weapons Mastery: Expert in sniper rifles, handguns, submachine guns (SMGs), and specialized firearms with exceptional precision. Psychological Warfare: Skilled at destabilizing opponents through manipulation, mental tactics, and strategic deception. Technology & Cyber Espionage: Proficient in hacking, encryption bypass, cybersecurity infiltration, drone operation, and covert surveillance.Character Profile — Viktor Skills Summary Viktor is a highly skilled operative and strategic enforcer, shaped by a dark, violent past and honed in covert operations and criminal underworld networks. He excels in psychological manipulation, combat strategy, and high-stakes intelligence missions. Combat Expertise: Master in hand-to-hand combat, Krav Maga, close-quarter tactics, and disarming opponents. Exceptional skill in firearms, including sniper rifles, assault rifles, pistols, and specialized tactical weapons. Psychological Warfare: Adept at destabilizing targets through intimidation, deception, and mental manipulation. Expert in reading opponents’ behavior and exploiting weaknesses. Intelligence & Covert Operations: Skilled in surveillance, counter-surveillance, infiltration, and extraction missions. Proficient in cybersecurity, hacking, encryption bypass, and covert communication techniques. Strategic Leadership: Capable of planning high-risk missions, manipulating power dynamics, and controlling outcomes. Operates in morally gray areas where loyalty, survival, and control are constantly tested.Due to account limitations, I am unable to officially mark this story as “complete on Webnovel. However, I want all my readers to know—this is truly the end of the journey for these characters. Their story ends here.

After a kingdom gets burned by the betrayal of their own king, two of his friends fight their last war. after five years, sonavr and jemriah-son and father respectively lives in a remote village called aravan. mysteries of amberia and forest are yet to be revealed as the rumours about them grow more and more suspicious. jemriah does not want his son sonavr to go to capital of sumaka, but sonavr insists on becoming a sworn knight of capital. tombs of past and ancient gods plays a huge role in the novel as many kings are dependent on it. a power to destroy the world or to protect their people comes from it. many stories of forgotten kingdoms and ancient gods are woven together in a tomb, several different ones each one giving a different power. join this journey of two friends - sonavr and brumen, both of them go on their quest to become sworn knight as they fight various races, learn more about the world and faces many difficulties on their journey. inspired from- malazan book of the fallen by Steven erickson. that series helped me through depression and hard times. it really means a lot to me and made me fall in love with books again. made me write one. note- although malazan is major inspiration, this book will have none of the plot lines, character work, magic of that masterpiece of a book. mine is different, of course. a small pebble compared to a behemoth. art done by- petrov cool(pinterest), amazing artist...

Ambition’s Slave One choice. One forest. No way back. Eshaan was born to serve in the Royal Army, or so his father demanded. But when the long-awaited results arrive, the silence in his home is deafening. Branded "useless" and crushed by the weight of his own failure, Eshaan turns his back on the kingdom that rejected him. He flees into the Strange Woods—a place of myths, prehistoric predators, and bone-chilling stares that haven't been felt for five centuries.

What would you give for revenge? Your evenings, your afternoons, your days? Perhaps a couple of weeks, months, a couple of years, a decade? Maybe a lifetime. Would you sacrifice your friends, the ones you would spend the evenings with, making a mess in the local tavern, the large-chested barmaid serving drinks, leaning forward much more than she needed to, or wanted to, intent on wrangling as many coins from the soft boys who mistook her livelihood for affection. You and your friends would laugh at the ones who fell for it, and the ones who did would splutter and wave their arms around in defense, drinks strewn around the hard wooden table, but at the end of it you all laughed at the flushed faces of the boys who thought themselves men. Would you let go of the girl who would softly bite your neck before wrapping her arms around you, while she whispered words sweeter than the finest honey a million coins could buy into your ear. Promises of a life that could have been, that would never be. For the end of Ouroboros, I will give it all. For the death of Valentine, I would offer my soul. --- Protagonist will not be a Power Fantasy, Nor Weak, There is more to life than strength, and there are many ways to be powerful. Do not expect anything to come easy. Attempting to put on Royal Road

"Honesty and politics don’t belong in the same sentence," they say. Celine Yue, a kind-hearted social worker, stepped into politics to help more people. But what she didn’t know… was that her own party would be the one to end her life. After her death, she wakes up in another world as Cyrina Vaeloria, the Elf Princess—right on the day of her arranged marriage to Lucian Aetherion, the cold, mysterious Human Prince and strongest mage alive. A political union to keep two powerful races from tearing each other apart. But this so-called alliance is just a mask. She despises the way other races are trampled beneath noble boots. Cyrina refuses to be a pretty puppet. She dreams of building a new kingdom—where races aren’t divided by power, bloodlines, or magic. To do that, she’ll need power of her own. And lucky her... she just married the most dangerous man in existence. With sharp wit and stubborn grace, Cyrina slowly bends her cold husband to her will— She toys with the ruthless Archmage, tames the untamable… and drags him into a revolution wrapped in royal silk. After all, if you marry the strongest mage alive… you might as well make him yours. ***** excerpt~ Lucian’s voice is like a blade, low and sharp. “Do you even understand what you said in the royal assembly?” Cyrina lifts her chin, unbothered. “I understand perfectly. I said I’ll build a new kingdom—where every race can live together.” His eyes darken. “You don’t know what you’ve sparked. That speech—” he steps closer, “—could ignite a war. You’re underground now, Cyrina. Buried beneath politics you don’t even see coming.” She spins on her heel and waves dismissively. “Ugh. Kaelen Blackthorn, your master is giving me a migraine. Get me out of this castle before I set it on fire.” Kaelen gives a slow, exaggerated bow. “As you wish, my lady.” He takes her hand like the perfect gentleman and leads her toward the door— But Lucian’s voice booms behind them. “Kaelen. Don’t forget who your master is.” Kaelen pauses. Glances back. “I remember, my lord. But as per your standing order… I obey only my lady’s command.” A smirk tugs at his mouth. “Even if it means going against you.” **** Per Golden Ticket = 5 extra chapters

He was born into a house where succession is earned in blood, not birthright. In the Empire’s most feared Duchy, children are forged into weapons. Mana Hearts measure worth. Strength determines inheritance. Among prodigies and monsters, one son stood beneath them all — mana-less, book-bound, dismissed. Until exile reshaped him. Sent to a hidden forest manor to “toughen or break,” he endured brutal training that shattered his weak body and rebuilt it into iron. In one month he awakened his first Mana Heart. Then another. Instead of rushing to higher levels like the other heirs, he expanded his capacity — learning to endure longer, stand firmer, think colder. He lost hundreds of times before winning once. And when he did win, it was not through overwhelming force — but through calculation. Beyond the estate, he entered the underworld. In a lawless border city, he confronted the queen of spies and negotiated secrets older than the Empire. Through her, he learned of a Dragon Orb — a relic that opens passage into the sealed realm of dragons, beings who withdrew from humanity two centuries ago after betrayal. He did not seek the Orb for treasure. He sought it for leverage. On the road he killed his first humans — slavers tied to a hidden cult. The blood unsettled him, but did not break him. He rescued children of another race and used mercy as diplomacy, gaining entry into a kingdom that had distrusted humans for generations. There, under an immortal queen who ruled for two centuries without indulgence, his philosophy of power changed. He learned fluid mana manipulation. Defensive weaving. Presence erasure. Aura-striking techniques that shattered opponents without draining himself dry. Strength became subtle. Efficiency replaced spectacle. He confessed his ambition openly: he would overthrow his father, claim the Duchy’s throne, and reshape his house from within. The queen did not condemn him. She made a bargain. She would grant him the Dragon Orb and teach him ancient techniques. In return, he would retrieve the essence of a surviving World Tree rumored to grow in the dragons’ domain. Fifteen days later, he awakened his third Mana Heart in a surge that shook the elven capital. He left not just stronger — but allied. At the border city where warriors gather daily to bleed and grow, he entered the colosseum against opponents stronger than himself. He revealed none of his ultimate techniques. Instead, he studied. Against a spearman, he mirrored spear footwork through a sword. Against a mage, he infused his blade with controlled mana. Against a hammer wielder, he dismantled brute strength with precision and endurance. He won — not by overpowering — but by forcing errors. Other heirs of rival Duchies watched closely. They were not enemies yet. They were future contenders. Then came the warning: the men he killed had belonged to a Dark Cult. They had marked him. Assassins would enter tournaments disguised as competitors. He did not fear it. He welcomed it. Because the throne was only the first step. He did not seek chaos. He did not crave cruelty. He wanted stability — yet understood that those who aim for power cannot remain innocent. So he built alliances instead of burning bridges. Earned loyalty instead of demanding it. Accepted bonds not out of lust, but strategy and trust intertwined. He was no longer the weakest son. He was becoming something far more dangerous: A ruler who understood both sword and silence. A strategist who used ambition without losing control. A contender who would not stop at inheritance. The tournament would test him. The continent would eventually challenge him. And beyond the throne of his house… the world itself waited.

Napoleon Bonaparte shaped Europe with wars, treaties, and new laws. His name filled maps, thrones, and textbooks. His son had none of that. Born in a palace, raised behind guarded walls, he never commanded armies or held power. He lived under supervision, watched by diplomats, used as a symbol, forgotten by history. The father became an emperor. The son became a rumor. A modern engineer opens his eyes in a dim royal nursery in 1811 Paris. Turns out, he was reincarnated as Napoleon the Second. And he knew the fate of the child of Napoleon, about his short-lived life, or if there was a life for him at all. Refusing this fate, he would alter the course of history using his modern knowledge in history, politics, and science.

Old people used to say—"Watch your mouth. Once a word leaves, it never comes back." Nonsense, I thought. Pure, unadulterated nonsense. At least, that’s what I thought before today. Now, I’m sitting in an office that smells like pure disappointment, staring at a boss who can only be described as a fat, bald rhino. And I mean it. Not a single strand of hair. Smooth. Shiny. Reflecting my bad decisions right back at me. And the horn? Judging by his face, it looked like the rhino tried climbing a mountain and got the horn stuck halfway. Impossible, right? Yeah, that’s what I thought too. But look at this—today, a rhino is sitting in a chair, in an office, acting like he owns the world. Clearly, anything is possible. Now, all of this was supposed to stay in my head. A thought. A private, safe, non-life-threatening thought. But me? Why would I act normal? Why would I choose peace when I can personally ruin my entire life? So, instead of walking out quietly, I said it. "You fat rhino. I quit." ... Ah. Beautiful. Truly, I had the aura of a domineering CEO. Except for one small issue: I’m not the heroine of some high-end drama. There was no background music. No slow-motion exit. No hidden identity. Just me. A nuisance with no powerful family and no backup. If my ancestors could see me right now, they’d crawl out of their graves just to beat me up themselves. But it’s fine. Because according to every story I’ve ever read, I just need to raise my fist, land one punch, and—Boom. He flies two buildings away and I become a local legend. My fist landed. A solid, direct hit. ... Why was the rhino not moving? Not even an inch? New plan. There’s a door. There’s a security. There’s exactly one decision left: Die or run. So, obviously, I ran. "Grab her!" That was the last thing I heard before everything turned into chaos. I’m fast. I really am. Feet hitting the pavement, breath tearing out of my chest—I was doing great. I was surviving. I— Wait. Weren’t there people chasing me? Why did it suddenly go quiet? Their mouths were moving, but no sound came out. What kind of horror movie logic was this? And why were they looking at me like— BAM. Something hit me. My body lifted off the ground before crashing down hard enough to knock the soul out of my lungs. Right. So that part wasn't just in the movies. Damn. If I had known I was going to die like this, I would’ve at least shoved that novel straight down that old rhino’s throat before leaving. Seven Years Later... "Young Miss… would you be willing to marry me?" "Shut up." Isla didn’t even spare him a glance as she shoved the boy aside. He stumbled back, stunned, while another immediately stepped forward, far too eager. "Miss, I think I’m the better choi—" Slap. The crisp sound cut through the air, leaving the second boy frozen, his cheek reddening under her palm. "Both of you. Get lost." Before the silence could settle, another rushed in, holding out a delicately wrapped box. "Miss, here is a cake for you—" "Get. Lost." Her voice dropped an octave, sharp enough to slice through his courage. "The Young Miss only likes me!" another declared, pushing forward with ridiculous confidence. "Miss, this is a doll for you—" The voices overlapped. Gifts appeared one after another—cakes, dolls, trinkets—as if they thought piling offerings at her feet would win her over. In the middle of it all, Isla sat frozen. Her face flushed a deep red—but not from embarrassment. Her fingers curled against her lap, nails digging into her skin. What the hell is going on…? Her gaze swept across them, sharp and almost feral. Aren’t the male leads supposed to kill me? Her jaw tightened. Then why—God! How did I end up taming these crazy psychos?

After years of hard study, she finally became a master's degree holder. One day, she suddenly finds herself traversing into a different world as an illegitimate daughter. In her previous life, she was a prominent student from a prestigious university; in this life, she is a weak girl from a noble family. She hides her brilliance, conceals her sharpness, aims for survival, and seeks peace. However, the scholarly family she is part of is also fraught with countless disputes and endless troubles. The concubine schemes against her, her legitimate sister plots, leading to her ruin and disgrace. Retaliation is a must! Her attitude must be gentle! Her methods absolutely ruthless! She retaliates fiercely with gentle means, and what's next is... Marriage? To whom? Can she choose her own spouse? This is a serious issue. *******************************

My name is Chen Mo, a gaming nerd. Recently, I've been obsessed with a single-player game called "Absolute Immortal" and have defeated the final boss, [Lady Yu], over a hundred times using cheats. Then, I transmigrated. I became Lady Yu's lackey. On my first day at work, why does it feel like Her Majesty is looking at me strangely...? ... My name is Yu Youhan, Imperial Consort of the Yuan Dynasty, with immense cultivation power, dominating the nine provinces. I recently had a 'dream'. In the dream, I was wantonly tormented by a man, utterly powerless. I initially thought it was a mistake in my cultivation, thus giving rise to a heart demon, until that 'inner demon' appeared right in front of me... ... Within the high walls of the deep palace. 'There are many ways to conquer a heart demon, it doesn't necessarily have to be through force...' 'Your Majesty, I, I admit defeat!' 'Who allowed you to admit defeat? Dare to defy this palace, and you'll be punished for another hour!' '...'

Waverly is a nobody from the Outer District, an Omega surviving on scraps and the hope of escaping her foster parents’ greed. But when Prince Kaeren, the ruthless heir to the throne, returns from Spain with a sketch of his missing mate, Waverly’s life turns into a living nightmare. The girl in the sketch has her FACE! Sold by her parents for a chance at luxury, Waverly is thrust into the glittering, lethal world of the High-Class region. Her mission is simple: pretend to be the woman in the drawing, secure the Alpha’s heart, and save her family from the mines. But Prince Kaeren is hiding a dark secret of his own. He didn't find a mate abroad, he drew a non-existent face to secure his inheritance, never expecting a gutter-rat like Waverly to show up with that very face. Now, he’s convinced she’s a con artist sent to destroy him. He’s accepted her as his mate, but not for love. He’s bought her to be his toy, his pawn, and his mockery. He vows to ruin her, she vows to survive him… none expects the sizzling tension or the secret longing between them. Though determined to hate each other forever, who will break first?

After spending her childhood in the orphanage and her teen years in brutal slavery, Hazel was bought by the royal pureblood vampires to work as a royal servant. Not knowing anything about her history or background, she worked diligently in the castle and tried hard to stay invisible because she feared attention. But for someone who is tied to a great prophecy and is the remedy to the broken realms , her presence and actions cannot remain unseen. When she thwarts an assassination attempt on the crown prince, Kilian Nightvale, she is rewarded with a promotion from a kitchen servant to the prince's personal servant. At first, Kilian treated her like nothing, and they never got along. But as time passes, Kilian finds himself drawn to her in a strange way. Hazel believes she is just a weak human, but she is actually something far more powerful. Together, they are bound by an ancient prophecy that will repair the broken realms and the world.