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Royal Secret: I'm a Princess!

After living as a famous Korean vlogger-slash-mukbanger, Neoma died a (shameful) death and regressed to her tragic first life--- the life where she has to live as a hidden princess with a tyrannical father and a yandere twin brother. She died at the hands of her psycho brother in her first life. But luckily, she charmed her "big brother" this time. Her father remains a sc*mbag, though. But a blessing in disguise happened when her twin brother got "sick." Because of that, she has to pretend as the "Crown Prince," forcing her father to treat her well. She thought she was finally on the road to becoming a lady of leisure. But, despite her laziness, she still ends up completing royal duties that put her closer to the throne than her sick twin brother. The next thing she knew, they already prophesied her to be the first empress of their very patriarchal empire. Now Neoma finds herself in the middle of the succession war she never wanted to be involved in! *** [EXCERPT 1] “Neoma de Moonasterio, the first princess of Moonasterion Empire. From now on, you’ll live as Prince Nero’s proxy.” [The hell is this psycho saying?] Neoma, despite her confusion, still smiled at her father--- the emperor. “Father, what do you mean by that?” “From now on, assassins sent by my enemies would target Nero,” the emperor explained. “Until he’s strong enough to protect himself, you’ll pose as your twin brother.” Her smile froze, but she still acted innocent. “But Father. If I take my brother’s position, then wouldn’t the assassins mistake me for him and…” She stopped talking when she realized that was exactly what the emperor wanted her to do. [This sc*mbag wants me to be bait?!] “You’re no longer a princess, Neoma de Moonasterio. From now on, you’ll live as Prince Nero de Moonasterio,” Emperor Nikolai said coldly while looking down at her with glowing red eyes. “Try to survive until your twin brother comes back to take his rightful place, understood?” Neoma was too shocked to react. [Are you f*cking kidding me, you sc*mbag?!] *** [ORIGINAL BOOK COVER. Artwork by sola_cola.] *** [EXCERPT 2] “I’m so sick of your tyrannical a*s,” Neoma yelled at her father aka the emperor. “I won’t forgive you for hurting Lewis and Tteokbokki!” “What will you do about it then?” Nikolai asked with a smirk. “Kill me?” “Yes! I’ll f*cking kill you, sc*mbag!” “Language,” he warned her, upset that his five-year-old daughter curses like a sailor. “Using vulgar words is unbecoming of the future Crown Prince.” “I’m a princess!” Upon yelling those words, the royal princess’s eye color changed from ash-gray to red. [This is getting serious.] “Stop it, Nero,” Nikolai told her sternly. “If you keep that up, the royal knights will come and–” “I’m not Nero!” Neoma screeched angrily. Then she jumped in the air with her left fist, ready to punch him. “In the name of the moon, I’ll punish you!” [What…?] And Princess Neoma, pretending as the Crown Prince for her sick twin brother, punched Emperor Nikolai, her father, in the face.
sola_cola · 5.8m Views

I Reincarnated as a Max Level Dragon in the Strongest Family

After spending a decade of my lonely, monotonous life inside the sandbox VRMMO “Your Story Online”, obsessively building and roleplaying as the most absurdly overpowered character imaginable—Elizabeth Drakeheart Yggdrasil, the hybrid daughter between the Celestial Heavenly Ash Dragon King and the Abyssal Demon Queen of Chaos, wielder of celestial light, abyssal chaos, and every broken combination I could dream up—my world came crashing down when the server shutdown was announced. With a heavy heart, I waited for the final night the servers would close forever, staying logged in until 00:00 to say goodbye to my lovingly hand-crafted NPCs, my fantasy parents, and the world I had built with all my heart. But when the world faded from my eyes, instead of logging out, I met a godly being who called himself “Oblivion.” “I love what you made here, let’s do a collab.” Now I open my eyes as a newborn dragon-demon girl named Elizabeth Loumirayael Drakeheart—exactly the same character I min-maxed for a decade. This time, though, my fantasy parents are real, the golden palace is real, the magical and divine powers surging through my tiny body are real, and the apocalyptic threats closing in on me and my family—the Eight Calamities—are real too. There is no respawn, no logout button, and no second chances if I fail. My parents have already saved the world once, and they remain as powerful as I remember them. I could finally have the laid-back life I always dreamed of in my perfect fantasy world. But I know nothing can ever be completely perfect. And if I want my new family to survive, this dragon girl is going to have to grow up terrifyingly fast.
PancakesWitch · 95.8k Views

Are Beast Nobles Supposed to Be This Lewd?

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;) Every world hides secrets. Come Behind the Veil to share theories, fan art, and your favorite moments with fellow readers: https://discord.gg/Hgu3462cQg
Lautenspielerin · 330.7k Views

The Cradle Project: The Four Generation

Standing on the brink of total annihilation, with the survival of the human race hanging by a thread, four genetically engineered super-humans—Misha, Felix, Ivan, and Leo—are unleashed upon the cosmos. Escaping from a top-secret NASA laboratory, their journey thrusts them into the vast, mysterious depths of a colossal megastation. Navigating the lethal gravitational pull of a supermassive black hole and tearing through the folds of a mysterious wormhole, they race toward an uncharted dark exoplanet. Amidst the endless void of space, they must not only fight for survival against the universe itself, but also confront the chilling truth of NASA’s grand conspiracy and the intense psychological tension crackling between them. In a universe where they were designed to be living weapons, will they become the executioners of humanity, or the seeds of its rebirth? 2. Genres Science Fiction (Sci-Fi): Space travel, megastations, black holes, wormholes, and futuristic tech. Dark Romance: Intense character dynamics, psychological tension, possessive undertones, and high-stakes passion. Psychological Thriller: Unraveling government conspiracies, dark human nature, and inner conflict. 2. Genres Science Fiction (Sci-Fi): Space travel, megastations, black holes, wormholes, and futuristic tech. Dark Romance: Intense character dynamics, psychological tension, possessive undertones, and high-stakes passion. Psychological Thriller: Unraveling government conspiracies, dark human nature, and inner conflict. 3. Age Rating & 18+ Details Rating: 18+ (Mature Audience) Why it fits the 18+ category: The story heavily features Dark Romance elements, complex character psychology, and mature emotional themes. Unfiltered, bold dialogue (such as Ivan's direct remarks), high tension, and gritty survival stakes require a mature audience. Under publishing standards like Webnovel, stories blending dark romance and psychological friction are classified under Mature tags. 2. Genres Science Fiction (Sci-Fi): Space travel, megastations, black holes, wormholes, and futuristic tech. Dark Romance: Intense character dynamics, psychological tension, possessive undertones, and high-stakes passion. Psychological Thriller: Unraveling government conspiracies, dark human nature, and inner conflict. 3. Age Rating & 18+ Details Rating: 18+ (Mature Audience) Why it fits the 18+ category: The story heavily features Dark Romance elements, complex character psychology, and mature emotional themes. Unfiltered, bold dialogue (such as Ivan's direct remarks), high tension, and gritty survival stakes require a mature audience.
orinskha_shadow · 11.2k Views

Rejected by an Alpha Claimed by a king (The Lycan King Breeder)

On the night before her wedding, Arabella Montclair believed she was the luckiest wolf alive. Mated to the powerful Alpha Victor Ashford. Chosen by the Moon Goddess. Finally free from a lifetime of living in her stepmother’s shadow. She poured her heart into planning the perfect ceremony, convinced that tomorrow would mark the beginning of her happily ever after. Instead, it became the day her world shattered. Before the entire Silver Moon Pack, Arabella walks into her own wedding hall, only to find her mate standing at the altar with another bride. Her stepsister. Humiliated and exposed, her most guarded secret is revealed: she carries an F-class fertility rating, deemed cursed, unworthy of bearing an heir. In a world where fertility defines a wolf’s value, she is rejected, discarded, and publicly stripped of her title as mate. “I reject you.” With those words, her bond is severed. Her wolf falls silent. And Arabella is condemned to the lowest fate imaginable, declared a breeder, a life worse than slavery. Beaten. Broken. Forgotten. But fate is far from finished with her. On the very day she is cast aside, the immortal Lycan King, Enzo Obsidian, arrives unannounced at Silver Moon Pack. A ruthless ruler with violet eyes and centuries of power behind him, Enzo has come to investigate corruption festering within the pack. He expected deceit. He expected betrayal. He expected blood. He did not expect her. Among the women paraded before him as entertainment, one figure stands out, a girl in torn white lace, head bowed, silent yet defiant. She smells of pain… and something far rarer. She does not belong there. As secrets unravel and hidden truths surface, the rejected breeder may be more than what anyone believes. And the king who fears nothing may soon find himself entangled in a fate neither of them saw coming. Because sometimes, the one deemed unworthy by a pack… is the one destined to stand beside a king.
NatashaBlue · 200.5k Views

Sold To The Cruel Prince

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?
Golda · 228.9k Views

House of Medici: The Last Blood

Persia Zarwick was not a hero. She was a pimp, a criminal, and a street predator dressed in gold. A smiling parasite who understood that loyalty lasted only until fear, love, or money offered something better. For sixty years, persia survived the streets of chicago by refusing to become anyone’s prey. Then one night, beneath the flickering lights of a filthy motel parking lot, her own people betrayed her. Surrounded. Shot in the back. Executed by a young man who believed he had finally killed the monster. Persia expected hell. Instead, she woke up beneath the painted ceiling of an ancient palace. Her new body belonged to Annabelle de’ Medici. The forgotten former head of one of europe’s oldest and most corrupt dynasties. A tiny but towering, frail and aged woman abandoned inside her own home while her nephew ruled florence in her place. The medici believe Annabelle is weak. They believe she is dying. They believe the inheritance buried with her can never rise again. They are wrong. Outside the palace walls, the world is collapsing beneath disease, fear, and political unrest. Strange rumors are spreading. Events are being buried. And somewhere among ordinary orchards and forgotten places, persia has awakened inside a family built on masks. A house of blood, wealth, betrayal, and beautiful monsters. Unfortunately for them, she has spent an entire lifetime learning how monsters survive. And this time, she does not intend to settle for one street. She intends to own the city. ⸻ (Persia’s POV) "Let’s start with you." I said with a bloody smile. She will outlive them all. Even if the crown must drown in blood. ------------------------------------------ Author Note: This is a spin-off of my other story (I Became Beyonce’s Half Sister) and is a part of the I.C.T.M.H.E.T.E.M.H universe. WARNING WARNING ⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️ ⚠️ Content Warning: Throughout this story, there are scenes involving strong language, physical and emotional abuse, sexual situations, violence, and other mature or disturbing themes. Please read with discretion.
BOOKBRINGER · 39.9k Views

The Democratic Ones

[SCENE START] "Get the fuck out of here, you broke-ass, miserable Mandorian piece of shit!" the wealthy DI'an resident sneered, aggressively adjusting the cuffs of his ridiculously expensive suit. "Get the fuck out of our country, you bottom-feeding peasants!" The man in the poorly dressed uniform stood his ground, glaring right back with pure defiance. "I am not poor, and I am not going anywhere! I'm a legal resident of this shithole just like you, so take your elite corporate entitlement and shove it straight up your tight fucking ass!" "Oh? You wanna play hardball?" the DI'an resident laughed, a dark, cartoonishly evil grin spreading across his face. "Let me show you what a real corporate beatdown looks like, you pathetic broke fuck!" "And... CUT! Cut!" a director yelled from the background. "Beautiful! That was absolutely perfect. Exactly the scene I wanted!" [SCENE END] I instantly dropped my evil smirk, let out a heavy sigh of exhaustion, and looked right at the screen. Yeah, aren't you? I am talking to you. Mr. Reader, or Mrs., or... whatever it is. Just—look, Reader. Listen up. Let me properly introduce myself. I am the actual Narrator of the story you are about to read. Yeah, I just took a minor acting role in this cheap propaganda ad because I needed to scrape together some extra revenue on the side. The economy is absolute shit right now. Now, you are probably staring at your screen, looking at our tags, and thinking, 'Oh boy, they placed this story into the Fantasy category! Is it a standard fantasy story?' Let me stop you right fucking there. No. There won't be any majestic dragons, no pointy-eared elves, no generic magic systems, and definitely no standard-issue Demon Lord waiting at the end to get punched in the face. So why the hell did we choose the 'Fantasy' tag then? Well, let me explain the logic. The events in this story are entirely disconnected from real life, taking place in a completely different world with its own strange rules, massive scale, and alternate dimensions. We couldn't exactly throw this into 'Realistic Fiction' or 'Urban.' But honestly? The platform simply didn't have a better box for us to check. If I had the power to accurately name the actual genre of this novel, it would be a Pseudo-Corporate, Geopolitical Comedy. I know. It sounds ridiculously long, incredibly stupid, and a bit ridiculous. But it is whatever the fuck it is. We didn't have any other options. So, look. This story might not be exactly what you were expecting when you clicked that tag. You have a choice right now: you can either jump into Chapter 1, or you can get the hell out based entirely on what I am telling you right now. And yeah, yeah, I know it has literally been six months since we launched and we are just now updating our old, horribly vague synopsis. I have been busting my ass writing the main chapters, okay? I know this story is vastly different from the usual fantasy novels you see in this category. Some people might not click with it, and that is completely fine. But it's up to you. You can give it a try, or don't— AHEM. A loud, highly pointed, aggressively fake cough echoed from off-stage. I rolled my eyes, glaring at the Author. Alright, alright, I get it! The synopsis ends here. I am going to write the new chapter now before this guy fires me. Byeeeeee.
Antox_desk · 129.3k Views