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Her family was destroyed for treason they didn't commit. She survived, slipped back into the palace that took everything from her, and has been hiding in plain sight ever since waiting and collecting the proof that will restore her family's name. She had one rule: do not get noticed. She broke it and now she pours tea for the one prince she cannot afford to want, in a court full of people who would ruin her if they knew who she really was and the truth she's been chasing is far darker and far closer than she ever expected. A historical romance about a girl who hid in the palace to take it apart from the inside and the prince who saw through her before she was ready to be seen.

It’s hard for me to imagine living in a world without Pokémon. So, I’ve decided to create Pokémon myself. — Samuel

Saga of the Yeagers follows four brothers drawn together by one event: their father, the War Bringer—the man who taught humanity the Arcane—has been captured and marked for public execution. Pulled from wilds, underworld, arena, and empire, each brother moves toward the same crossroads for different reasons: loyalty, vengeance, ambition, and control. If they unite, the empire falls. If they clash, the world breaks. One legacy. One execution. The fate of the Arcane hangs in the balance.

|SEASON 1 OF CLAXTON| |2X FEATURED · WATTPAD CREATORS PROGRAM · PAID STORY ON INKSPIRED!| As the Octopus Man returns from the Bermuda Triangle, Makenna Angelia Delling teams up with Merlin the Great's ninja-like fairy apprentice, Tracey, to defeat him. However, what will happen when Tracey learns he is the K-T Magic Murderer? *** Fourteen-year-old Makenna Delling is a Metamorphic Fairy, a rare fairy from a family in which one person must have been a fairy. Except, who is that one person? To help find answers regarding her past, Makenna teams up with seventeen-year-old Tracey, a mysterious fairy who hails from Merlin's Island. Together, they are dragged into the flight of their lives after they learn that the Octopus Man has returned from the Bermuda Triangle, and he is eager to kill Tracey. Mustering up all her courage, Makenna must find a way to stop Tracey from becoming who he truly is. She has to help him defeat the Octopus Man himself if he is to change his fate. Both teens have high stakes, especially since Tracey could be one of the greatest threats in the entire Magic World. Who is Makenna? Who is Tracey? Most importantly, why must Makenna find her long-lost family member? It's so she can call herself a True Metamorphic Fairy. *** *Main tropes: bad boy, love triangle, and friends-to-lovers.* *Note: My writing style is 3rd-person omniscient, so please judge it accordingly. Thank you!* *Important: There is a non-graphic suicide attempt in Part Two of Chapter Sixty--just FYI, in case you'd like to skip that section.* Word Count: 150,000-200,000

"The Red Moon Has Descended..." A notorious line used for only one person, Crimson Moon Waterfall, The high-end Prostitute who was known for his unparalleled beauty and his special dance form which was considered impossible to master. But that one night, when the same eyes which shine with childishness fixed up on an impossible Red moon. A fact becomes as clear as ice. Crown Prince Isaiah wants Crimson Moon Waterfall... But surely the free Moon doesn't want to be captured...

Nora Atwood has never been the kind of girl who kneels. Not for anyone. Not even for the Dragon King of Drakenval — a man who has ruled for seventeen years with cold eyes and colder silence, who stopped laughing at the age of nine and has not started since. When fate places an ordinary merchant's daughter before the most feared king in the realm, everyone expects her to tremble. To bow. To disappear quietly into the palace and be forgotten. Nora does none of these things. She negotiates. She argues. She picks the books she wants from his library and refuses to be impressed by his throne room. And slowly, impossibly, she becomes the only person in seventeen years who makes the Dragon King feel something he has no name for. He wrote her a two-hundred-page book and told no one. She has not decided what to do about that yet. A story about a king who forgot how to be human, and the girl who refused to let him stay that way.

Kirsya walks the corridor of painted kings, a foreigner, manor maid who has memorized their deaths. She moves not toward her next duty, but away from it. She must decide whether her role is to simply smooth things over, or to finally open the unopened letters piling up on her master's desk.

#DarkRomance #ModernRoyalty #PossessiveAlpha #DominantOmega #AlphaDominant #RoyalCourt #ForcedEngagement #SlowBurn #ABO #PowerImbalance #ChosenMate #PoliticalMarriage Dean Fitzgeralt has spent his life protected by power, choice, and the careful distance his family built around him. As a dominant omega born into one of the Empire’s most influential houses, he knows what the world expects of him and how carefully those expectations must be managed. When political pressure closes in, Dean makes a choice meant to end a growing diplomatic standoff: he accepts an engagement to Crown Prince Arion of Alamina without truly knowing the man behind the proposal. Arion is a dominant alpha whose power comes with a brutal truth: without a mate, he is dangerously close to madness. If he goes berserk, entire regions could pay the price. Dean is the only solution. Now bound by his choice, Dean must leave everything familiar behind and step into Alamina’s court, where patience is lethal, possession is quiet but absolute, and Arion’s restraint rests on him alone. He chose this willingly. What he didn’t know was how dangerous being chosen back would be. Order of Books: [BL] Reborn as the Empire’s Most Desired Omega Caught by the Mad Alpha King Taming the Wild Beast of Alamina

An arranged marriage neither of them asked for... but both were destined for. Rivaan & Ruhi-two strangers bound by family, fate, and forgotten dreams. He's calm, composed, and guarded. She's kind-hearted, graceful, and full of love. Their wedding is just the beginning-of slow-burn emotions, gentle realizations, and an unspoken pull neither can deny. But Ruaan isn't just their story. Alongside them unfold the journeys of six more couples, each tied together in arranged marriages-not by choice, but by the silent threads of destiny. Together, they form a kaleidoscope of love, wrapped in wedding rituals, laughter, longing, and lifelong promises. Tropes to fall in love with: • Arranged Marriage to Soulmates • Grumpy x Soft Sunshine Pairings • Slow Burn + Mutual Pining • Sibling Bonds & Joint Family Vibes • Wedding Festivities & Cultural Warmth • Royal x Traditional Vibes • Emotional Healing, First Love, Forever Promises This is the story of dream weddings every girl imagines... Shaadiyaan jo sirf functions nahi... feelings hoti hain. Pyaar jo waqt ke saath khilta hai, Aur rishton ki jodiyan jo sirf kismat likhti hai.

Only the queens of old-the lost queens, the ones whose names had been struck from the histories-had once possessed such a gift. They were remembered not with reverence, but with dread. For the power of luminance was said to enchant the will of others, to bind devotion, to awaken desire so deep it unraveled kings. A gift that could topple thrones.

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.

Reborn into a noble family on the edge of a kingdom, Licerio now lives a simple but comfortable life, but happy times don't last forever. A territorial war ravages his land; his father goes to war and returns dying, close to death. Now he must go and fight for his territory in his father's name, fighting and killing without mercy. But it will not be easy, because the enemy baron has received help from the marquis's theurgists, humans with magical powers whose presence is devastating to any enemy army. Thereafter, he will never be able to return to his normal life. He will end up embroiled in political conflicts, fighting with words and flattery instead of weapons. He will rise through the ranks as a theurgist and fight wars against nobles, kings, and emperors in a world that will not wait for him to grow up peacefully. But he has a special trait, a talent linked to his being, which allows him to improve his strength depending on his subject's strength. He will grow with it, learning how to use it, improve it, and deal with its consequences.

“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.

I lived as if there were no tomorrow — because, for me, there really wasn’t. An atheist to the core, I died on a hunting trip and woke up reincarnated in a fantasy world… as an elf. Convinced I was in one of those isekai anime, I spent months trying to cultivate mana, meditating in my cradle and ‘awakening my hidden power’. The problem? Magic didn’t exist. Or rather… it didn’t exist until I insisted so much that, somehow, I invented it. Now everyone looks at me as if I were the God of Magic. And I keep repeating: — Hey, human… I mean, elf! I DIDN’T plan this! Honestly? I think I broke the world’s system by accident.

On the night of her sixteenth birthday, Elira witnesses the sky rip apart in flames and a star-like fragment crash into the sea. When whole world was pause, she alone feels the strange call deep within her soul. She, the girl everyone thought was ordinary, carries within her the bloodline of an ancient power that was never meant to be reborn. As kingdoms crumble and otherworldly beings descend, Elira must choose— Will she fight to save humanity from destruction… or embrace the fire within and become the very weapon that could end it all?

"We are like dominoes—I fall for you, and you fall for another." Bernd Leno didn't expect much from a forced marriage, but he at least expected to know who he was marrying. When the veil is lifted to reveal the legendary Luka Modrić, Leno’s life as a "Silent Protector" begins. Stubborn, observant, and quietly caring, Leno tries to navigate the cold walls Luka has built around his heart. But he soon realizes he isn't just fighting Luka's indifference—he’s fighting the ghost of Neymar and the shadow of Paris. After a heated confrontation where Leno defends a man Luka hates, he is forced to ask the question that haunts them both: "Do you even want to stay?" Leno spends his life swimming toward a shore (Luka) that keeps moving further away. By the time Luka finally turns to look at him, Leno has already begun to sink. 'Life is not a football match, but some of us always got a penalty.'

"I beg your pardon. I should not have come. I did not mean to be a bother.” He stepped aside, extending a subtle invite. “But that is the problem. I find myself wanting you to.” Her breath caught. “Mr Brand…” “Come, Madelyn,” he mumbled. “Come in.” Hesitantly, she obeyed. He closed the door firmly. Commanding the high seas as he had always, Brand amasses his wealth focused on business and his fealty to the king, with his thoughts of women remaining the same: they are not worth the trouble and time they are awarded. No woman is allowed to bother him. None, until Madelyn. Madelyn wishes to live above the thoughts of her late husband's family and to do that, she must escape their good pleasure and find a life for herself, the farther the better. Brand's crew offers the opportunity to do so, and she would without any man commanding her ever. But what must she do when Brand's command is the very one she now wishes for?

What if the tragic story you once mocked… becomes the world you were thrown into? Xiao Zhi spent her life mocking bad novels. As an editor, she tore apart manuscripts for their cliche plots and tragic endings... until she woke up in one of them. Now, she is the Princess destined to die. But Xiao Zhi isn't following the script. She’s using every trick she knows to outsmart the plot and stay alive. The terrifying part? The story is fighting back. Every time she tries to change her fate, the world pulls her closer to the end she’s running from. How do you escape a death that has already been written?

I had thought that my life couldn't get worse when I walked in on my fiancé cheating on me with my best friend. But after a series of unfortunate events, I opened my eyes in a world that I had only read about in a webnovel, the Erudian Empire, ruled under the domineering, bloody reign of Emperor Helio. The worst part? I'm not even the main character! Reborn as Winter Royberg de la Erudian, I am the pitiful side character who is discovered to be a royal bastard princess due to a certain physical trait only the imperial bloodline possesses. But I know the end of Winter's story and the unwanted royal punching bag is framed as a witch and killed at age 16 on the guillotine due to the scheming of the cruel empress. An aloof, murder happy father? Check. Psycho half-sister? Check. Meddlesome author who wants me to follow the script? Double check! I don't want to die an early death again, so I'm determined not to ever be discovered as a royal again. But before I know it, I'm trapped in a palace of blood and opulence playing tricky games of power, games I have no clue how to win. How will I survive to adulthood in the imperial palace and get my happily ever after? And am I really the only person who fell into this world? *UPDATES 1-2 TIMES A WEEK* *1500 TO 3300 WORDS PER CHAPTER*

Eva's Pov— "Eyan…" my voice trembled, the words barely escaping my lips. "Are you… Kyel?" He smiled faintly, the warmth I once knew gone from his eyes. "Looks like you found out," he said, his tone light, almost mocking. "Finally. Now I don't have to play this tedious game anymore." My heart thudded painfully. "What are you saying?" He stepped closer, his shadow falling over me. "That's right," he whispered, his voice low and sharp. "I am Kyel..." The word cut through me like a blade. My breath hitched. "No… no, you're lying. You're not my Kyel....you are not my husband." He leaned closer, his eyes cruel. "Then how do I know about the mole just below your right shoulder blade? The one only your husband would ever see?" I froze. He was telling the truth. My lips trembled. "Why… why did you lie to me, Eyan?" "Your Majesty," he snapped suddenly. I blinked. "W-what?" "You are not allowed to call me by name," he said coldly. "Call me what I am. Your Majesty." Tears burned my eyes. "Kyel… please, tell me why. If there's a reason—" "No," he interrupted. "There was no reason." My heart twisted painfully. "What?" "I lied because I wanted to," he said flatly. "I had no reason. And I owe you no explanation." I stared at him in disbelief. "But I'm your wife—" He laughed bitterly. "No. You're not my wife. You're just a woman I shared my bed with." My tears finally fell. "You said you loved me…" His voice turned to ice. "It was all a lie. I—Eyan Lucien Therald—never loved you. Not once." The world spun around me. He turned away, pulled open a drawer, and thrust a parchment toward me. "Sign this." My fingers shook as I took it. "What… is this?" "Divorce papers," he said coldly. "I've already signed. All that's left is your signature." "Divorce…" I whispered, my voice breaking. "Once you sign, we're done," he said. "You'll leave Velmoria and never return." Tears blurred my vision. "What about… our child that I'm carrying?" I stepped closer, my voice shaking. "Don't tell me you don't care about our child, too." He turned. "No. I don't." My heart stopped. "You… don't care?" "You were the one who wanted a child. I never did. But I gave you one. Isn't that enough?" I shook my head, sobbing. "Please, stop… please." "Now sign the papers," he said coldly. "Take the child with you and get out of Velmoria. Never show me that face again." "No. I won't." His voice thundered through the room. "Guards!" The door burst open. "Yes, Your Majesty?" "Take her out of this room," he ordered without looking at me. "Throw her out of the palace—and make sure she never steps foot inside again." I screamed, struggling against the guards' grip. "Eyan! Please—listen to me! Don't do this!" But he didn't turn around. Not once. As the doors slammed shut behind me, I looked at him one last time— and the love I always saw in his eyes… was no longer there. --------------------------------------------------------