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Excerpt... Henry’s hand shot out, closing around her arm, firmly enough that her breath caught. “Stay…” He stood beside her, close enough that she could feel him without touching him. “I…” Livia’s voice broke before it found strength. “I didn’t flee.” She still would not fully look at him. Her eyes remained on Bella. “This is not my fault,” she whispered. “No,” Henry said at once. “It isn’t.” He looked away, then back at her. “Do you love him, Livia?” “Please,” she cried. “Stop calling me that.” “Do you love him?” he asked. “Yes,” she said. “So soon after me?” he asked. “I thought we…” He stopped. “I assumed you…” “That I what?” Livia asked, her voice trembling. “That I loved you? Henry…” she began then she caught herself. “Your Highness. I did seek solace in your arms... Yes. I will not lie about that. I wanted you. I trusted you. In a sea of sharks and wolves, you were the safest thing I could find.” Her eyes filled again. “You made me feel as though I could breathe. Turns out, you are no better.” “Why?” Henry asked quietly. “Because I am the king?” “Because you lied to me. You let me trust a man who did not exist.” “I existed.” “Henry the merchant existed because you created him.” “For good reasons, I had to keep my identity hidden,” Henry said. “The king moving around London without security,” he continued, “what do you think would happen?” “You speak as though I was asking you to announce yourself in the middle of Cheapside with trumpets and a crown. It doesn’t matter anymore,” Livia said, looking away from him. “I am getting married.” “Yes,” Henry said, the word leaving him like a blade drawn from flesh. “To my best friend. Did you tell him?” Henry asked. Livia’s brows drew together. “Tell him what?” “That I fucked you. Did you tell him I was your first? Did you tell him you once trusted me? That you once promised yourself to me because you thought I was the safest thing in your miserable world?” “That is not fair.” “Then tell me is it fair that Richard gets to call you his intended while I stand here pretending I do not know the sound of your moan? Is it fair that he holds your hand while I cannot even say your name without ruining you?” “Please stop.” “Did you tell him,” Henry pressed, unable to stop himself now, “that you were mine before you were ever his?” “How could I?” she asked, the words breaking. “I did not even know who you were.” “Then let me ask you this,” he said, leaning down just a little, his lips a hair’s breath from hers. “Has he fucked you? Has he touched what is mine?” ..... Sold into slavery and trapped in the brutal underworld of London, Livia Valenti is placed on the auction block. She makes a desperate choice and places her fate in the hands of the mysterious man who once caught her stealing. She does not know he is the King of England. Then comes Richard, Duke of Kingsmere willing to offer Livia the one thing Henry cannot easily give her— a future outside the shadows. Caught between the king who awakened her heart and the duke who may be her safest escape, Livia is pulled into a dangerous court. Livia becomes Diana Bellamy, the woman another man intends to wed, King Henry must decide how far a king can go before love becomes scandal, obsession, and war. From the author who brought you: 1. Undressed by the mafia God 2. Undressed by his arrogance 3. The Vampire's Luna

What would you do if almost everyone around you saw you as a hindrance or not at all? What if your own father was one of those who wished you gone? That is the story of Rosemary's life. Ever since the death of her mother during accident where only she survived, Rose has felt useless. Despite her best attempts to ignore the hurtful glances and words of the royal court and her father, she can't help but feel like a wilted flower. It becomes so bad that she considers ending it all, until she is rescued by a handsome young man with cold violet eyes who promises to change her world. ---- Before long, I reached a stone bridge overlooking Kaguya river. Luckily for me, the place was empty at the moment. Although, would anyone have even bothered saving a wretch like me? At most, they probably would have just watched as I met my end in a moment of morbid curiosity. And as I stood at the edge, I remembered all the times I had cried. All the times I had hurt. But now, I was ready. I smiled as the wind whipped around me. It was time to end it. Turning around, I let my body fall backwards into the river. The sky was a sea of stars. The city lights around me sparkled like gems. It was so beautiful. For the first time in a long time, I felt a sense of calm wash over me. I didn't regret it. No, I had finally found the courage to stand up for myself in my very own way. The water was high, so the fall itself didn't kill me instantly as I had hoped. As the river enveloped me, I closed my eyes. This was the end of my journey. A journey full of misery and tragedy. If there was another life, I hoped it would be better than this one. "Sis!" I heard a voice scream. Orlin! My brother came for me? What was he doing here? Had he followed me? But why? Did he care about me? Or was it just pity? No, right? Surely at least one person in this world loved me. Why had I given up on myself so soon? I knew he loved me. Yet, I still went through with this stupid decision. I allowed those girls and Father's words inhibit my better judgment... "Sis, where are you? Rose! Please show yourself! I want to talk!" Ore yelled at the top of his lungs. Right, my life was not all misery and tragedy. There were faint glimmers of joy and hope left. Ore was a big part of that. How selfish of me... I was actually about to abandon my brother. I tried to resurface, but my swimming skills weren't the best. To make matters worse, the current was far too strong. If not for the current, I would have at least been able to dog paddle over to the edge with some effort. My right hand broke through the fierce waters and was yanked by another hand. I was pulled out of the murky depths and saw a pair of cold violet eyes staring back at me. Father? No, it wasn't him. Although, those eyes felt familiar. Before I could make out the face of my rescuer clearly, darkness swept over me. Was it too late? I didn't want to die... Not anymore!

Reborn as Prince Heixinggen of the Hohenzollern family's Swabian branch, he saw the coming storm of European turmoil and decided that Europe was no longer worth staying in. In East Africa, he seized land, organized immigration and development, laid the foundation through agriculture, and step by step, leveraged crises to achieve industrialization. Thank you for the support, friends. If you want to read more chapters in advance, go to my Patreon. Read 40 Chapters In Advance: patreon.com/Canserbero10

Rin Grace lived an ordinary, unremarkable life—until a heated argument sent him stumbling backward into oncoming traffic. A car struck him with brutal force, leaving Rin unconscious. At that very exact moment, in another world entirely, Misha Minari—an elite assassin feared in the underworld—was staring death in the face. A mission gone wrong ended with a bullet tearing through his chest, and darkness swallowed him whole. But death wasn’t the end. Misha awoke to the sterile smell of antiseptic and the blinding glare of hospital lights. Disoriented and aching, he scanned the room just in time to see a handsome, aristocratic man rise from a chair. “You seem to be fine. Next time, don’t run out in front of my car. I’ll handle the bill. Take care, Mr. Grace,” the man said coldly before leaving. That man was Jay Fenrick—the Crown Prince. Confusion turned to panic as Misha realized nothing made sense: he wasn’t shot, he wasn’t in his world, and according to the nurse, he wasn’t even Misha Minari. He was Rin Grace. A single look in the mirror confirmed the impossible—he was in a new body, a stranger’s face staring back at him. Now trapped in Rin’s life, Misha must navigate a world of nobles, politics, and the Crown Prince he’s apparently employed to protect. But two questions haunt him: What happened to the real Rin Grace? And how did a dead assassin end up as the Crown Prince’s personal bodyguard? Misha will have to uncover the truth behind their fates—before someone notices that Rin Grace isn’t Rin Grace anymore.

His family was slaughtered. His dragons were poisoned. His throne, stolen. Prince Drexo Dragarian was meant to rule Astarous. Instead, he became its most wanted fugitive. But the one who should hate him the most, chose him for love. Maria Woodland. The sister of the man who destroyed his house. The deadliest sword in Snowland. She didn’t just betray her bloodline, she became his greatest weapon. Together, they rise without dragons, carving through kingdoms with steel, strategy, and a love that was never meant to exist. But in a world built on alliances and power, love is a liability. A broken engagement threatens their army. A king rises to crush them. And betrayal begins to grow from within. As war spreads across the nine kingdoms, Drexo must fight for more than a throne. Because the woman who made him unstoppable, might also be the reason he loses everything.

I am the only son of the Dukes of Connaught and Strathearn, and the grandson of Her Majesty Queen Victoria of the British Empire. Now, in the name and honor of the House of Saxe-Coburg and Gotha, I swear upon my life to witness and safeguard the rise of this land — to unite all the people of Australia and New Zealand under one new name, and to watch our destiny unfold together. Long live Australasia! A tale of royal legacy, ambition, and the birth of a new empire at the edge of the world. Australasia novel, historical fiction, British Empire story, Queen Victoria descendant, royal alternate history, Australia rise, New Zealand union, time of empires, colonial historical drama, House of Saxe Coburg Gotha, royal family saga, Australasia unification, Victorian era story, alternate history novel, British royalty fiction, imperial expansion novel

Woke up in a child’s body after getting hit by a truck? Well, thanks for still being alive! You find yourself not in your familiar world—surrounded by communicators, galonet, and all the other comforts of civilization—but in a place where everyone drives smoky cars running on burning hydrocarbons? Could be worse. At least you don’t have to chase mammoths with a spear. Did the universe throw you some classic transmigrator goodies? I’ll take a hundred! What do you mean, no? Just a couple, but hefty ones… That’ll do for a start. --- This is a translation! Raw: “Ричи”

After the death of her parents, Grace built her life on duty, silence, and strength. But as she nears the throne, whispers of the past begin to surface— dark, persistent, and impossible to ignore. A secret long buried now claws its way into the light, threatening to unravel everything she thought she knew about her blood, her family… and herself. As deception coils around her and every truth turns to ash, Grace must face a haunting choice: protect the lie that keeps her kingdom safe, or uncover the truth that could destroy it— and her along with it.

Tags: Romance, R18, Revenge, weaktostrong, Fast-paced, Royal family Betrayal. Breeder, Touch her and die , Lycan, Ruthless, Dominant, Witches, Gore. 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.

A retired general who wants to be dead. A demon queen the whole world wants dead. One small farm at the center of three kingdoms, and every soldier, priest, and assassin alive converging on it. The Retired General and His Demon Queen Wife is a story about two people who have each killed more than they can carry, trying to build something ordinary out of what’s left. Was it luck they meet when they did? only time will tell. Instagram: cal3man discord: (in progress)

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.

Leon never expected that when he woke up, he would become Odin's second son and the sun god of Asgard, although this title was made up by his father. When Thor smashed through the training ground with his hammer, and when Loki conjured up a clone to try to trick him into getting up, Lion just wanted to lie on the terrace of Asgard and practice his sun priesthood to the fullest. 【Photosynthesis, lazy days.】 Until the Frost Giant provoked him and ruined his nap. Leon sighed, raised his hand, and golden light spread across the nine realms, turning the glacier into a hot spring and boiling the enemy chief into an egg. "I just want to take a nap, why is it so difficult?" But when one of his two wronged brothers was demoted to the middle court and the other was secretly causing trouble, Leon finally stood up as if accepting his fate. "I really can't do anything with you!" "Okay, time to go to Earth to bask in the sun and visit my silly brother who's been stripped of his divine power." Thor: My brother is invincible! Loki: Could you please not hit me in the face next time? But Leon soon discovered that this universe seemed more lively than he had imagined?

"And you will continue School there, this isn't the time to throw a tantrum Elizabeth, this isn't negotiable, you will attend Evacrest till you graduate." after being sent to a boarding school three states away from home, Elizabeth begins to uncover the mystery of the world of magic and how close she has always been to it. Join her in her journey to discover that things aren’t as they look and that people aren’t always who they say they are.

Jasper Otto is a successful esports personality who spends his days playing Amber-Lands, where he role-plays as the powerful Demon Lord, Lucifer Morningstar. One day, while playing the game, Jasper is suddenly summoned to another world. He soon discovers that he has been summoned by a sixteen-year-old girl who has just awakened as a Demon Summoner. Unfortunately for both of them, she has no idea how her new powers work—and she has accidentally summoned him. Now Jasper finds himself trapped in Atheria, a world filled with mana, monsters, Awakeners, and cultivators. He may have the power and appearance of his legendary game character, but almost all of Lucifer Morningstar's abilities remain locked away. With his inexperienced summoner by his side, Jasper must gradually reclaim his powers, survive an unfamiliar world, and figure out what to do with the life he has been given.

She was bound to save him... or doom them both *** Serenya was meant to be a peace offering—married off to the cursed prince of a kingdom she barely knew. But the moment their blood touched, something ancient awakened. Kaelen is no ordinary man. Every midnight, the monster inside him rises—wild, ravenous, and bloodthirsty. Only pain, desire… and Serenya’s blood can tame him. Now, she’s more than his bride. She’s his anchor. His craving. His undoing. ** Strip and feed me." Serenya stood frozen. His words echoed in her mind. 'Strip… and feed me' For a moment, she thought she had misheard him. Her chest tightened. A wave of humiliation crashed into her so suddenly, it almost made her dizzy. 'I, Serenya… crowned Princess of Ariathen… reduced to this??' Her fingers curled slowly at her sides. 'After everything… after losing my soldiers… after being dragged into this cursed kingdom. I should strip and feed you??!!' "With all due respect your majesty. I am your wife, not your servant!" She paused "You cannot expect me to—" "Expect?" He cut her off. The word rolled off his tongue slowly, almost amused. Kaelen leaned got off from his chair, his gaze never leaving hers. Then stood when he was just a centimeter away from him "Let me make something clear to you, Princess." His voice was calm. Too calm. "But you will learn very quickly—" He leaned forward slightly, resting his elbow against the arm of the chair, his eyes darkening. "In Veyr… you don't get to decide what you will or won't do." The air in the room seemed to tighten. His gaze flicked over her once more—slow, deliberate. "As for 'wife'…" he continued, almost lazily. "That title means nothing to me." A pause. Then— "You are here because you are useful." The words landed like a blade. "And right now…" his voice dropped lower, "you will do exactly as I say." ** Their love was never supposed to happen. Their fates were never meant to intertwine. But now that they’re bound in blood… There’s no turning back. DISCLAIMER!! THIS BOOK CONTAINS SEXUAL CONTENT AND VIVID IMAGERY Join my WhatsApp community to get updates and behind the scenes on all my works; https://chat.whatsapp.com/KvwNyVydlzn76L4knQ5RoB

"We are like dominoes—I fall for you, and you fall for another." BLURB: But I don't know why still I have a little sympathy towards the one hurt me most. I stood against all the wounds, all the odds. I could smile only for the attempt I took to save my breathe. Maybe it could be the chapter with the summary of my life. I always told myself, under responsibility I had done every bit. Sometimes, life was holding me with a thin rope, sometimes it kicked me harshly. I did stand and walk. I did dive and swim. And I learned swimming after diving in his ocean. Full of mysterious substances, wild sharks. I was saving my attempt to take chances. I survived. But at the end, I can say. I never wanted to cross the sea and reach to the shore. What was never meant for me, I would never ask for it. Nor did I need. I might pass the time, inferencing how the shore look like. From far away, eyes could capture the daintiness. I felt the wind of tranquility. I closed my eyes and perceived the provision. I wonder the subsequent inquiry. If I hear a melody, I would return the echo without anticipation. The waves were the utmost reliance to me. The loyalty shows subtle empathy. The shore is beautifully decorated. I just know who has been there. ---- 'Life is not a football match, but some of us always got a penalty.'

I have been reborn in France, and luckily, I have the identity of the Crown Prince. The downside is that the current king is Louis XVI, and in two years, he will be guillotined. Since my father and the ministers can’t be trusted, I’ll have to take matters into my own hands and reorganize France myself. First, I’ll make some money, just enough to solve the financial crisis that has plagued the country for centuries. Then, I’ll strike hard at the nobles with ill intentions who seek to usurp power. After that, I’ll seize the vast lands held by the church, which sits idle. Industry, technology, agriculture, and commerce will thrive together. I will be the greatest Crown Prince France has ever seen! Thank you for the support, friends. If you want to read more chapters in advance, go to my Patreon. Read 40 Chapters In Advance: patreon.com/Johanssen10

300 Power Stones on Sunday will unlock 3 chapter updates on Monday. 1x Magic Castle will unlock 6 chapter updates on the same day (though I admit this might be a bit impossible) (ᵕ—ᴗ—) — — — — — — — — — — — — — — The Emperor had issued an official decree to appoint a successor to the throne—one who would become the next ruler of the empire. But instead of a direct appointment, the successor would be determined through a formal battle among the princes and princesses. A battle that would drag in many factions, overflow with conspiracies, claim countless lives, and reshape the entire continent... was about to begin. But among the contenders, there was one prince who had no intention of fighting—Nolan. Handsome, lazy, and utterly annoying, Nolan was well-known for the many unflattering titles given to him by those around him. Nolan: "Fighting to become emperor? Please... I just want to relax and enjoy life." Rather than compete, he convinced his twin sister to fight in his place while he supported her from behind the scenes. Nolan: "My dear sister, I leave my future in your capable hands!" And with that, the prince’s journey toward a life of leisure—relying entirely on his sister—officially began. — — — — — — — #Note: 1. The main character is lazy and oblivious to his surroundings. However, he deeply loves his younger sister, his mother, and the siblings he cares for as family. 2. Don’t worry—he won’t stay lazy and ignorant forever. There will be meaningful character development, and he’ll play a key role in helping his sister ascend the throne and become Empress. 3. While his laziness can be irritating, he’s actually a kind and supportive person. That said, he becomes ruthless when the lives of his loved ones are threatened. 4. As for romance—I'm still undecided about including a harem. The chances are low, though, since I’m more interested in telling a story with a single heroine… especially in an era flooded with harem novels. Ahem!

[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.

Luke transmigrated. The moment he opened his eyes, he arrived in the world of League of Legends, Runeterra, the continent of Valoran! He started with nothing to his name, and an old mother gravely ill in bed, an absolute nightmare of an opening. Yet on her deathbed, she handed him a mysterious necklace. When he brought the necklace to Demacia’s capital, the Great City of Demacia, he was stunned to discover that the father he had never even met was the reigning king! In the blink of an eye, Luke became Demacia’s second prince, his older brother was Jarvan IV. With a background like that, Luke suddenly felt that being a slacker prince didn’t sound so bad. On top of that, he also awakened a sign-in system. With nothing to do, he’d sign in, then go tease the blonde girl next door from House Crownguard, and flirt a little with Fiora from the neighboring house. Life like this didn’t seem half bad either.