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Crown Of Hearts

***Together, they were like fire and ice.*** Damon pursued, ready to conquer while Alexander ran, trying so hard to remain cold and guarded. Alexander had thought guarding the sick crown prince was something so easy until he found himself cruelly yet so innocently tempted. ***excerpt*** There was indeed nothing he could do when it came to this man. "You...you are shameless." Alexander managed to say something once he recovered from his momentarily shock. Damon smirked. "I know and I am unapologetic for being that way. Alexander, I am going to do whatever it takes to make you mine." Damon smiled painfully, his voice serious as his eyes burned into his. Alexander was lost for words. At least Damon was being brazenly honest about his intentions. Knowing that did not help to lessen his overwhelmed state at the bold declaration. Now, Alexander knew this man had his eyes set on him but what was he going to do about it. Run or give in to his desires. Desires his mind was still coming to terms with. Running was the safer option because uncertainty was not his greatest suite. But... this man had assured him that he had no problem chasing him. Alexander knew he was doomed...so sweetly doomed. ... Hey guys, I have decided to try writing something new, a genre I haven't tried before but one that I find interesting enough to explore. This book is a romance BL novel and if you are one that likes the genre or loves to try new things, please don't hesitate to try out my new book. Also, feel free to check out my other novel... The heiress's revenge: A rise from the ashes. Thank you!
Asha_Nova · 190.9k Views

Rebirth of the Phoenix Empress

Amid the softly falling snow in the Cold Palace courtyard, Princess Xianlan drew her final breath—silently. She had been falsely accused of poisoning the Crown Prince, brutally flogged until her body was torn, and imprisoned without a shred of mercy— all part of a cruel scheme orchestrated by Noble Consort Su Zhen, her stepmother, whose gentle appearance masked a heart of poison. Meanwhile, the Emperor of Li—the very man who claimed to love her above all—never realized that the only daughter he cherished had been crushed to death by the hands of the one he trusted most. But the heavens showed mercy. Xianlan opened her eyes once more, reborn into her eight-year-old self— in the time before everything shattered. This time… she would not be a worthless pawn in a game of power. She would become the master strategist, toppling each of her enemies one by one. With icy composure and razor-sharp wit, Xianlan hid in the shadows, slowly gathering evidence, allies, and influence within the palace. And fate brought her an unexpected ally— Feng Yuhan, Crown Prince of the Southern Yan Kingdom, known as the “Winter Tiger.” Cold, brilliant, and seemingly heartless—yet from their first meeting, something in her eyes held his gaze. Together, they moved in the darkness. Xianlan laid the plans. Feng Yuhan executed them. As the Kingdom of Li fell into the depths of political games— As vipers hissed behind silken smiles in the inner palace— As even a father’s love could be twisted by deceit— ⸻ When the phoenix returns to her nest—she will never again let anyone trample her. The will of the heavens may be written in ink… But Xianlan will rewrite fate in the blood of her enemies.
kotchanipa · 5.1k Views

FALLEN ANGEL: MARRIED TO THE DEMON KING

[MATURE CONTENT] Arella is an angel. Well, she used to be an angel. A real, bona fide, halo-wearing, wing-flapping celestial being. That was until one tiny whoopsie where she unfortunately burns a pair of wings at a banquet happens. Fine! There was more than one tiny whoopsie. Fast forward a few hours later, and Arella found herself booted from the pearly gates with nothing but her wings and an eviction notice. Her family called it a "vacation." Ha! A vacation, in the human realm of all places! One hundred years later, Arella calls it her new life. Turns out, living among humans isn’t half bad—especially when you can turn invisibly smug at their lack of ability to fly. Early retirement has never been so blissful. That is, until the heavens smack her face with a message: Arella’s back on duty. And her new job? Marry. The. Demon. King. Wait, what?! Marrying the Demon King isn’t exactly on Arella’s bucket list, especially when demons and angels have been sworn enemies for eons. But orders are orders. So, off she goes, wings drooping and attitude cranked to full sass, to meet her new husband—a devilishly handsome demon who seems unnervingly smitten with her. Not to mention the heat that surges within her the moment she lays her eyes on him. Cue in dinner dates, fiery arguments (literally), and a series of catastrophes involving Arella purposefully setting a demon's hair ablaze with her holy fire. But as Arella settles into this bizarre celestial-demonic union, she uncovers a sinister plot that threatens not just her marriage but their entire reality. Turns out, angels and demons might have to join forces to stop a threat that neither side can handle alone. And Arella? She might just be the unexpected key to saving everyone. Armed with nothing but her quick wit, trusty angelic powers, and a painfully doting husband who may or may not leave her love notes carved into rock when she is angry, Arella must navigate battles, betrayals, and the occasional marital spat to protect their world. After all, nothing says “happily ever after” like saving existence itself, .... right? Right? One fallen angel. One absolutely smitten demon king. And a whole lot of chaos.
isallaboutbooks · 297.3k Views

The Emperor's obsession

(Matured Content-No rape) “She was promised to a prince. But taken by a monster who calls himself king.” In a realm ruled by blood and empire, twenty-four kingdoms bow to one throne — and at the center of it sits Emperor Zareth Ravaryn, a vampire older than most dynasties, cold as obsidian, and feared as much as he is obeyed. Princess Serenya of Vayrana was never meant to catch his eye. Gentle. Devoted. Already betrothed to the human prince she loved from afar. But one imperial ceremony changed everything. When the Emperor sees her — veiled in gold, eyes full of light — he names her his future Empress. She refuses. He doesn’t ask twice. Now torn from her homeland and chained in silk and duty, Serenya finds herself in a court of shadows, where power is worn like perfume and secrets drip from every whispered bow. But Zareth is not just the monster she feared. He is obsessed. And his obsession doesn’t break... it consumes. As the blood empire trembles under rebellion, forbidden longing ignites between captive and captor, and the girl who once dreamt of love must decide: Will she fight for her freedom— or burn for his throne? Dark fantasy meets imperial seduction in this slow-burn vampire romance — with original lore, dangerous rituals, forbidden love, and a heroine who was never meant to kneel. Welcome to the Empire of Thorns. Where love is a game only monsters win. #bookone of The Empire of Thorns series --- Excerpt. A man stood before her. Not just any man. The man. Eyes like twin flames. Lips curled into a knowing smirk. A voice like thunder dipped in velvet. "And who might you be, little dove?" Zareth purred. Serenya's heart slammed against her ribs. "I-I'm... I was just—" "Lost?" he finished for her, his tone mocking yet oddly amused. She nodded, clutching her veil tighter. His eyes trailed down the curve of her figure, and then back to her eyes. "You're not from around here," he said, though he already knew. "I'm from Vayrana," she managed, voice barely above a whisper. His grin widened. "That explains the veil. So well-behaved. So sweet." He stepped closer, and she instinctively backed up—until her back hit the wall. "Running off alone into a palace full of monsters... either you're braver than you look, or dumber," he drawled, eyes gleaming. Her eyes widened at the insult, but something in his tone kept her frozen. "I didn't mean to be disrespectful—" "Oh, but you weren't," he interrupted. "In fact, you've just made this entire evening… interesting." He reached out, adjusting the edge of her veil with a gentleness that contradicted his deadly aura. "What's your name, dove?" She hesitated. "Your name," he repeated, voice darker now. "I don't ask twice." "Serenya," she whispered. He leaned in, mouth brushing close to her ear. "Serenya," he repeated, tasting it. "Pretty name. Suits you." Then, as quickly as he came, he stepped back. The moment shattered. "Go on now, little dove. Before your father comes searching."
Sienna_voss · 9k Views