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Ray, an ordinary guy from the United States, dies in the dumbest way possible: trying to rescue his sandwich after it fell onto the train tracks. As compensation for his stupidity, the Goddess of Reincarnation sends him to Arielia, a magical world… with one brutal detail: Less than 10% of the population is male. Men here are rare, treasured, protected… and aggressively sought after. When Ray wakes up, he discovers he now has a special ability: [COMEDIC ATTRACTION AURA] — Women nearby are 20% more likely to develop a strong romantic, competitive, or emotional interest in him. The percentage increases whenever Ray acts stupidly. His goal: survive. The world’s goal: marry him, kidnap him, worship him, or smother him with affection. This is the story of Ray, a man trapped in a harem he never asked for.

Li Daoxuan received a strange scenic box. Inside the box, there was an ancient village, and a group of plastic figures, holding swords and knives, hacking and slashing through the village. He bent his finger and flicked it towards a most conspicuous figure... Late in the Ming Dynasty, in Shaanxi, there was a great drought in the land. A gang of mountain bandits was looting, burning, killing, and plundering in the village. A poor maiden was about to be killed under a mountain bandit's blade. Suddenly, a giant hand stretched out from the clouds, bent a finger, flicked it, and the mountain bandit was flung several dozen yards away.

Who is she in this life? A bride, a pawn… or just a substitute for someone who will never come? Rosy, a girl cast out by her own family, had her identity switched to be married into a noble household. A wedding with no invitations, no blessings only the cold binding from a man named Captian Anderson, the ruthless CEO behind the largest corporation holding the key to the entire banking and finance industry. Forced into marriage to save her family’s failing company, Rosy had no idea she was stepping into a maze of conspiracies, deceitful pasts, and chilling secrets no one had ever spoken of. She must live with a man rumored to be incapable of feeling, someone whose eyes reflect no emotion, yet always see through her as if he has known her for a very long time. Between love and control, trust and lies, Rosy has no choice but to stand up and reclaim herself, even when the love that begins to blossom may become the greatest threat of all. "To survive this velvet prison, she must learn how to make her captor love her to death."

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 • slow-paced *very* • 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

#DarkRomance #PossessiveAlpha #FeistyOmega #RoyalCourt #SlowBurnBond #Mpreg #ABO #Yaoi #Collar #Dominant The Mad King of Saha stands seven-foot-three, ruling a sleek modern empire with a reputation for brilliance and madness. He lost one mate to his brother-in-arms and swore never again. Then a wedding, a poisoned glass… and Christopher Malek. A sharp-tongued stand-in server who thinks he saves a king but only blows his own cover: he’s a dominant omega, unmarked and unbonded. Will a mad king and a hidden omega bend toward each other… or will the court tear them apart before a bond can even form? Order of Books: [BL] Reborn as the Empire’s Most Desired Omega Caught by the Mad Alpha King

They were enemies as children, bound by rivalry and resentment. Yet centuries later, fate threads them together again—though only one remembers the love they once shared. Illyen, a young duke, feels a strange familiarity when he meets the crown prince Cael, whose icy exterior hides centuries of longing and sacrifice. As memories begin to stir, past and present collide, forcing them to confront a love that defied time itself. In a world of power, obsession, and forgotten promises, will they finally recognize the thread that binds them… or will it snap forever?

Eden got struck by lightening while leaving hate-comments on an ongoing Webnovel he hates. And as karma would have it, he woke up as the villain of the novel. In the novel, The emperor had announced that anyone who brings him the head of the Villainous Wizard of EL, will be rewarded handsomely. And So Everyone, Especially the Powerful Male leads of this novel, are bent on killing this Villain - The same villain Eden woke up as! Eden knew he had to do everything to escape death, even if that meant seducing and snatching the male leads of the original female lead to use them as powerful shields! ******* 1st Lead: "I will have your head with this sword if you ever get that close to me again" The Crown Prince threatened. "Well not after I'm done undressing you, Your Royal Highness" Eden shamelessly replied. 2nd Lead: "Why don't you have a drink with me?" The Grand Marquis had poured him a poisoned drink. "Well it'd be sweeter if I drink directly from your mouth My Lord" Eden offered him the drink. 3rd Lead: "Why don't you go bring me my book? Eden" The Grand Duke requested, an ambush set and waiting to kill Eden in the library. "Don't worry My Dear Duke, I have a better book here about two boys making out!" Eden offered. 4th Lead: "I've heard about your Impeccable magical skills Mr Wizard, can you perhaps teach me some?" The Mage requested, aiming to drain Eden's powers and life! "Don't worry sir, tonight I'll teach you a better skill I excel at - in Bed!" Eden tugged his collar. 5th Lead: "Can you help me find a partner to the Royal ball" The naive 'Little' prince was the worst at making evil plots. "Don't worry, I'll be your partner to the Royal Ball" But he was Eden's favourite because he was the least threat! ***** Mr Guide: "Hey Eden, I think something is wrong with the Original Story Plot, Thus You're going to be Mysteriously assassinated at the Upcoming event by someone other than the male leads!!" Eden Cried "What?! Someone Please Get me out of this Novel Right now!"

Foolishness is humanity’s greatest sin… and I suppose I’ve drowned far too deep in it because of her. . . . Power always demands a price. That’s what they always said, and they were right. After I awakened a strength capable of cleaving a dragon in a single swing, the world took its payment by ripping away the one thing that mattered most to me. My reason to live… gone. Since then, one question haunted every breath I took: what was I living for? The answer came in the form of someone far beyond my reach—a queen with crimson eyes that could burn through one’s soul, standing so high above that ordinary men had no right to even look at her. A woman I shouldn’t have touched, not even in a dream. And yet she was the only spark left in the darkness of my life. To stand beside her, I had to grow stronger. Not just strong enough to split a dragon. Not just strong enough to tear apart monsters. I must be strong enough to split a god in two. And so I climbed—rising from a nameless commoner to a celebrated war hero… or perhaps something closer to a mad hero. After all, heroes aren’t supposed to enjoy the sound of bones shattering, the screams of their enemies, or the scent of blood clinging to their skin the way I do. Me? I’m better suited to being called a mad dog. A mad dog that will sink its fangs into anyone who dares stand in my way, even her. And if the world wants to stop me… let it try. I’ve lost everything once. I don’t mind making the world feel the same.

Today we had decided to up the stakes. Preparation had taken place last night while we ate the rabbit squirrel creatures we had caught. The small animals had gone a long way into getting our energy back up. Sitting around the fire, we had fashioned bow and arrows from branches in the canopy and vines crawling along the trees. Finding some red berries, we had fastened them to the ends of the arrows in little pouches used from a shirt we had torn into strips. It would be like an archery version of paint ball tag. Okay. It was safe to say that my crew and I were having a little too much fun with this. My so-called mate would respect my strength and who I am, or he wouldn’t have me at all. On that I refused to budge. Each member of my crew had three arrows and had discussed our targets beforehand. Having led the unsuspecting group we were stalking to the clearing on purpose this morning, we were surprised when three additional dragons arrived. I didn’t know who they were, but they seemed to be on friendly terms with the search party. Kind of. We made adjustments for the additional ‘enemies’ just as we would in a real war situation. I hoped the new arrivals could cope with the game they had inadvertently walked, or flown, into. Surrounding the clearing, we listened to the conversation between the search party and the new dragons. I was surprised to learn that the three other men saw things the same way I did. It almost made me feel bad about what was getting ready to happen to them. Almost. My team slowly and steadily took their positions and aimed at their targets. Each of us had a maniacal grin. The adrenaline and the knowledge that we were about to take out the enemy in one fell swoop was giving us a high like nothing else could. I waited until the Drakians were completely distracted. I gave the signal. Arrows went flying. The group in the clearing was so shocked that every single one of them froze, giving us the perfect targets. Seriously? Did they really have no sense of self-preservation? There was no trace of any battle readiness. Each arrow flew straight and true. Seven people were dead in less than a minute. Or, they would have been had it been a real attack. It was almost comical to watch. The shock that froze them as they realized they were being attacked. Them! Kings! Actually being attacked! Each clutched their chests where two red stains were forming. The anguished yelling that took place as they watched their brothers and kings getting wounded and falling to the ground on their knees. Then the confusion as it registered that there was no pain from the injuries. The pale green one brought some of the red splatter to his nose and sniffed. He looked at it for a second with an odd expression but then grinned. That grin turned into a full belly laugh. “It’s jorgin berries,” he said, unable to contain his mirth. All three of the newly arrived men sat on their knees laughing so hard they were bent over clutching their stomachs for an entirely different reason than being shot. Rokk and the two trackers began chuckling as realization dawned on who could be behind the attack, trying their best to remain composed as their kings came down from the panic of almost losing their brothers. And then it happened. That moment I knew would come. I had held back my last arrow just for this. That moment Glacian realized that his ‘little mate’ had just made an ass out of their entire group. Out of four kings. His anger was so deep his face was turning a darker shade of blue. Almost royal blue. His eyes flashed dragon. “Kiera!” He roared with every ounce of pent-up anger coursing through his system. I took aim and let my arrow go. He was so worked up he never saw it coming. He wasn’t even looking for an additional attack. None of them were. The juice pouch end of the arrow smacked him right in the forehead, knocking him down on his backside.

This is a slow-burn romance fantasy novel . In a land divided by elements and ruled by powerful lords blessed by ancient gods-Ignarion, god of fire. Vireon -god of storms. Caelion- god of wind. Neryth-god of ice and water. And Thalor, god of earth. Every alliance forged and every oath sworn carries the weight of divine power... and ancient prophecy. Born of fire, Aurelia Flameborne was once the beloved daughter of Emberhold, destined for greatness and betrothed to Neris Winterbourne, the cold and noble Lord of Winter. But after the devastating War of Ashmere, a tragic curse left her scarred, hidden away, forgotten, and scorned by her own blood. When whispers from the North threaten to end her engagement, Aurelia’s heart shatters. But before her world crumbles completely, a storm rises. Valerian Stormborne, the ambitious and enigmatic Lord of valkoron, steps forward to claim her. Now bound to a tempest, Aurelia finds herself caught in a whirlwind of betrayal, political games, and the unexpected warmth of love from her tempestuous husband… and her little Vaelric. But beneath the surface of mortal schemes, the gods begin to stir. Buried deep in the ashes of Caelmont lies an ancient prophecy: A child blessed by all five gods, born of powers that should never mix, will either unite the fractured realms… or bring about their ruin. Now, every Lord wants that child. Every kingdom seeks to control fate. But the gods? They have plans of their own.

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.

The king is choosing his royal consort! who should it be? "Why me?" Star Farewater demanded, his voice trembling as royal guards surrounded his humble farm. "I've never met the king before!" The lead guard's reply was firm: "But you have been chosen." Star's world flipped—could you resist such a fateful pull? In a realm shadowed by war and twisted prophecies, this ordinary farmer is thrust into the opulent palace as King Elandor's consort, only to discover the sovereign is Eli, his forgotten childhood friend from a secret forest encounter. "I never forgot you," the king confesses, eyes locking with Star's in a spark of rekindled desire. But amid jealous nobles scheming whispers like "The peasant won't last," and rebels urging rebellion with "Unveil the tyrant's lies!", Star grapples with forbidden feelings. Will you join him in navigating palace betrayals, stolen touches, and heart-racing passions? Or would you flee the crown's embrace before it consumes everything?

This is a fan translation of 拒绝我啊，可恶的女人 The original author is 帝国の咕咕鸽 Please support them! === Linen transmigrated into a brainless power-fantasy world overflowing with protagonists and plot armor. His new identity? A textbook villain prince — the cannon-fodder love rival fated to be crushed. But then he awakened a system: [The Stronger the Rejection, the Greater the Power]. The crueler the rejection, the more potent the reward. Die like a dog in accordance with the original plot and get turned down flat? No, no — far too basic. The most elite hunters never lack for patience. Ordinary rejections are boring. Only betrayal cuts like salt on an open wound. So what’s the plan? Befriend a scrappy underdog protagonist no one believes in, stand by his side as a loyal brother-in-arms — then, on the eve of his breakthrough trial, reveal your full strength and mess with his head by confessing your feelings. Become sworn companions with a vengeance-driven hero steeped in hatred, only to leak every critical secret right before his revenge plan launches — and declare that you did it all on purpose. Then confess. As for the arrogant, destiny-blessed phoenix-type heroine? You’re the lifelong stumbling block planted in her path to success! And if this still doesn’t get you savagely rejected… ... Wait — you’re accepting the confession? What do you mean you broke out of prison just to thank me? Who the hell said I wanted to spend my life with you? You hear one sentence and fixate on just three words!? Reject me, you vile woman!

"You are not the woman you used to be" he grips her chin, eyes dark and unreadable. "And you " she smirked "exactly the obstacle I plan to destroy". "Try" he whispers, stepping closer "and I will never let you go". ...................... She was once the demon queen, feared by gods and immortals until betrayal ended her life. When she opens her eyes again, she finds herself in the body of the most pathetic woman in the empire: the Fallen Empress, framed, humiliated thrown aside like trash. A perfect identity to hide behind and a perfect place to start her revenge. The palace that once watched her suffer now trembles as she rises. She gives Poisonous smiles. She has Cold elegance and A heart darker than night. She looks at her reflection and whisper: "If they wanted a villainess, I will show them a true one". But just as she begins her silent destruction, someone steps into her path - The Prince Regent, Emperor's half brother. Cold, Ruthless and Untouchable. A man even the imperial court fear, yet strangely he obsessed with the new fire in her eyes. As old conspiracies twist around them and ancient power awaken inside her. She walks path filled with blood, secrets, and revenge. But the prince regent refuses to let her walk it alone. Enemies fall. Loyalties break. Two monsters rise in imperial court- one reborn for revenge, other obsessed beyond reason. The Demon Queen has return and this time, the world will kneel.

One human girl. Four Highborn beastmen. A world that wants to claim her… or kill her. When Kanah falls into the Beastworld of Aetheryon, she becomes the rarest prize: a living human. Dragons want to hoard her. Elves want to bind her. Wolves want to scent-mark her. Leopards want to chase and claim her. And the Beast King wants her for reasons darker than desire. Her arrival ignites war, obsession, and an uncontrollable pull between her and the four most powerful males in the realm. Their instincts say “mate.” Her humanity says “run.” But fate has its own rules— and the Beastworld never lets go of what it wants.

Cain, an Overgod Vampire feared across the eight thousand planes, was moments away from killing an Above All God, the strongest being in existence. Just before he could strike the final blow, he was ambushed by several Above All Gods and was destroyed. In his last moments, he activated a forbidden spell that rewound time. He expected it not to work. Instead, he opened his eyes in a time he never wanted to see again—a time when he was once a powerless servant bound to the Moonshade Family, forced into marriage with their three vampire daughters, who truly hated him. Determined to free himself from the blood pact, Cain decided to make the sisters despise him even more. However, unbeknownst to him, his spell made his three beautiful vampire wives hear his every thought. Every insult. Every scheme. Every complaint he tried to hide. Instead of driving them away, his thoughts only pulled them closer. Cain’s plan to escape crumbled instantly, and the three women who once loathed him now refused to let go of the man whose mind was completely exposed to them.

Julian Weiper is a goofy, knucklehead cadet at a less prestigious ARMADA Academy. But there is more to his story. Beneath the goofball personality and the unique fighting style, lies a boy who made a promise. A promise made to someone dear to him in more ways than you can imagine. But the path Juli took will not be kind to him. Not in the slightest. The Age of the Heroes is Over. The Age of the Dragon has Begun.

Everyone in the capital knows that Crown Prince Xie Jing is a madman—a violent, bloodthirsty tyrant with a severe case of gynophobia. He's the last person any noble lady would ever want to marry. When Bai Susu is betrothed to this "Mad Prince," the city is abuzz with one question: Will she even survive the wedding night? What they don't know is the cold, ruthless prince they fear is a completely different person when he's with her. "Susu, my headache is acting up again. Only your kisses can make it better!" "Susu, my rage is flaring up. I need a hug to calm down!" "Susu, please don't leave me... I'd give you my life, okay?" Every night, this big villain transforms into a clingy boy, begging for her affection. Bai Susu can only gently coax him, "Be good. Time for bed~" What's a girl to do? After all, she's a transmigator who woke up as the book's tragic villainess. To survive, she knows she has to stick close to the powerful villain. But how is she supposed to handle this obsessive, wolf-like Prince who turns into a needy puppy the second night falls? Just when everyone expects her to meet a gruesome end, the Crown Prince unleashes a city-wide decree: "Dare to touch my Susu, and I will exterminate your entire clan!"

Emperor Yongning craved a daughter but had eighteen sons instead. Desperate, he consulted a diviner: “Am I fated to have a daughter?” The diviner replied, “Your Majesty, you already have a daughter.” Yongning dismissed it: “I have eighteen sons, no daughter.” The diviner insisted: “Seventeen sons, one daughter.” Yongning scoffed, “Impossible!” Until one day, Yongning’s eighteenth “son,” Jun Ning, appeared in a pink dress, hair in twin buns, beaming: “Father, I’m not a prince—I’m your longed-for princess!” Yongning spluttered, “Nonsense! You’re my son.” Jun Ning retorted, “No, I’m your daughter.” “Guard! Verify her!” The results were undeniable—Jun Ning was a girl. Yongning’s eyes widened: “...I... I have a precious daughter!”