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Love bound them. Deception sealed their fate. In the quiet village of Wisteria, Damaris lives freely—weaving tales and tending her herbs. Until a mysterious gardener arrives. Cold, silent, and unnervingly perceptive, he disrupts her peaceful life, sparking clashes, teasing, and an undeniable connection. With every passing second, irritation was slowly shifting to unease and unease to something neither of them can dare name. In a land of quiet mornings and dazzling nights, Damaris finds herself unsettled by his presence, sensing that behind his silence lies something dangerous. *** Excerpt How had they ended up in that position? Just a moment ago, there had been a distance between them. Now, the lake swallowed more than half her form, her chest pressed against his, her hand locked in one of his own while the other wrapped around her waist, daring her to break free from him if she willed. Yet her will was lost. His gray eyes held hers, steadfast and unyielding, seizing all form of reason from her. The water was cold, yet in that moment, a sort of warmth bloomed within her. From her heaving breasts to her feet that stood atop his own. “I—I thought you were immune to my charms,” the words left as a whisper that tickled the deepest parts of his ears. He leaned closer. “So did I” His lips met hers. Her world came to a still as she felt her entire being become molten silver. And Damaris knew… She was already undone.

In another world Healers are not saints; they are weapons. Born with the rare ability to manipulate life itself, Healers can mend shattered bones, cleanse poisoned blood, attached dismembered body parts and even snatch souls from death’s grip. On the battlefield, they are the ultimate game-changers. One Healer can keep an army standing long after it should have fallen. Their presence turns defeat into victory. But their power comes at a cost. Not to themselves, but to their freedom. So rare that only a handful are born each generation, Healers are marked by a glowing crest on their right-hand unmistakable sigil that brands them as prey. Slavers stalk them across kingdoms, eager to sell them on the black market. To Kings and nobles offer fortunes for a single Healer, locking them behind gilded walls and bleeding their power for their own personal gain. To warlords, a weapon for conquest. In a world ruled by power, conquest, and fear, a Healer is not a person. They are a weapon. A prize. A Prey. And some… are done being used.

Ezra Belloren is a knight. The most faithful blade of the first prince, Helios De Luxaelian Sunthyr. Feared across the land, he is known as the Crimson Fae, a knight whose beauty is always stained with blood. No one questions his loyalty or his skill. But Ezra carries a secret he has sworn never to reveal. He is an omega. For twenty-four years, Ezra hid his second gender and lived content with his life as a knight. That secret alone was dangerous enough. Then, on an unexpected night, he found himself under the gaze of a gold-eyed prince, and everything changed. Five years later, Ezra returns from a long “vacation” after receiving urgent letters from Helios about the kingdom’s worsening state, calling his captain back to duty. He does not return alone. At his side is a child with golden eyes, the unmistakable mark of royal blood. Ezra will do whatever it takes to fulfill his duty as a knight, even if it means hiding the truth of his hidden heir from the very kingdom he swore to protect. ⊱༺༒︎༻⊰ “Maman… do I have a papa?” Lior asks, his eyes wide with innocent curiosity. Ezra almost frowns at the sudden question. He stops himself just in time. “Of course you do.” Lior’s grip tightens around his sleeve. “Where is he?” Ezra doesn’t answer right away. How could he? How could he explain that Lior’s father was someone he had already met, someone who walked the halls of the palace in gold and authority? Someone who could never be allowed to know he existed.

In the country of Arboris, there is a long-established kingdom called Veridian. In Veridian, the Queen is not chosen by the people, but by the roots. When the Mother Tree names Commander Soren Vane Delve as the "Bearer of the Heir," The high-ranking officials were stunned. Veridian's long history reveals that there was a "Queen" who was also a man, but for many years, they had never see it in person. Moreover the chosen one is Commander Soren Vane Delve, he led the North’s fiercest knights and never bowed to anyone. To save his sister from a deadly crystallization disease, Soren must trade his sword for a silk gown and his pride for a womb. The “Queen” should eats the Marrow Pear from the Mother Tree so they can bearer the heir. And now, he is forced to become the Queen of King Lucian, a man he views as a fragile porcelain doll who only knows how to pray in church. However, as Womb-Bloom's tattoo burns into his skin, Soren realizes that the "weak" King hides a power that could break the Commander's steel heart.

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.

"CARMILAAAA!! ARE YOU COMING DOWN FOR DINNER OR WHAT?!!" "2 MINUTES, MOMMMM!!" Carmilla was this close to defeating the final boss of the game that she was playing when her mother barged in and yanked the cable outta the PC. The sudden blackness of the screen shocked her so bad she had a cardiac arrest and died right there. "Fuccckkkkkkk!!!" Carmilla shrieked as she ascended to heaven. Heaven? Yeah right!! Carmilla thought she was done for real this time. There was no way her heavenly father would accept a sinful child like her. So when the angel judge sent her to the fourth ring of hell, she lashed out. What was she even thinking? “Ten thousand years in the Lower World,” the angel said. “Perhaps eternity will teach you manners.” "Fuccckkkkkkkkk," Carmilla howled. If that wasn't bad enough, she reincarnated into the very game she'd been playing before her death. It should have been great news—except she landed 9,500 years before the main characters were even born. Carmilla: "......" Good news: Heavenly Father didn't totally ditch her. Bad news? The world will end in 10,000 years :) Fucking great.

(WARNING: MATURE CONTENT!!!) 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-goddess 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. For centuries, each lord has coveted more power, more dominion, and more control. One spark is all it takes to ignite war. Born of fire, Aurelia Flameborne was once the pride and beloved daughter of Ashmere. A beautiful warrior princess, destined for greatness and betrothed to Neris Winterbourne, the cold and noble Lord of Winter. All of that shatters the day the witch Ishara curses her. After the devastating War of Ashmere, Her face becomes scarred, her magic fractures, and her family locks her away in the tallest tower, too ashamed to let the world see what she has become. Even her fiancé, the Lord of Winter, abandons her for another. But destiny refuses to let her fade. 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 Thunder, 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 husband's son who calls her mother. 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. Now Aurelia stands at the center of obsession and war. The Lord of Winter who rejected her wants her back. The Lord of Wind hides desire behind a cunning smile. Her sister, plots from the shadows. And Valerian, the man who swore she'd "never be a wife," to him begins to burn for her with a passion he cannot control. Caught between storms, gods, and a love that could destroy kingdoms, Aurelia must rise—or the realms will fall.

I died on my wedding night. My mate the Alpha I had loved all my life abandoned me before the entire pack, humiliated me, and whispered his final command through our bond: “Just die already.” And I did. But fate was cruel. Instead of peace, I opened my eyes again… reborn to the very night of my betrayal. This time, I wasn’t the weak, naïve Luna who let her sister steal everything. This time, I would tear their lies apart.

Creditor: noun. A person to whom money is owed. Rahul Malhotra became my creditor for 500 rupees in the college library. I became his debtor with 73 rupees in my bag. I thought I'd repay him and forget him. But creditors like him don't collect money. They collect people. He paid my printout bills and said "add it to your tab." He fought my bullies and growled "she's in MY group." He drops me 2 streets before home and says "people talk." His dadi sends me rajma chawal because "you look hungry, beta." He says I'm charity. But he looks at me like I'm the only thing in his billion-dollar world that he can't buy. I am Isha Sharma. Scholarship student. Net worth: 73 rupees. He is Rahul Malhotra. Billionaire heir. Net worth: Priceless. He is my creditor. But why does it feel like I own him? A slow-burn, college, class-difference romance where a 500 rupee debt became a lifetime obsession. Warning: Contains a possessive billionaire who doesn't know the word 'no', and a broke girl who won't learn the word 'yes'.

Once a bright and energetic young girl from the countryside, Ruby’s life took a drastic change after she involve herself with one of the potentially, most dangerous and frightening man in her country. The Fourth Prince, Julien Sterling. Or as they say, the crazy bastard who was both cruel and a sadist, treating human lives no better than grass. She had not only played such a figure around the palm of her finger, seducing the man to the point of obsession, but also conceived his son. Then, she ran away, only to return 6 years later for a secret mission. Ruby thought that the madman must have forgotten about her after so long, not knowing that the now mad tyrant had been searching for her to the point of madness. What would happen when the tyrant found out that his runaway bride hadn’t only sold him for a bag of gold, but also think of finding his son another ceo dad? When the time came for all deception to be shed and truth to be laid bare, would there still be any chance for the two to reach their happily ever after together? —— Excerpt: “H-How… did you recognize me?” She shivered against his touch, her heart beating wild as the man closed in, the familiar strokes of his sharp features emerging out of the cold shadows of the night. “I told you once, sweetheart.” He whispered against her skin, his breath slithering around her like a predatory snake rounding up its prey. “Even if your bones were to be grounded to dusts and every fiber of you, burnt into ashes, I would recognize you with just a glance.” The fingers on her chin tightened as he forced her to face the burning rage of his resentment. It had been 6 years… 6 years of waiting by the window like a fool who he himself looked down upon. However, he was no longer the fool of the past. And neither was he the powerless man who can only beg and wait. “Don’t you ever think about escaping from me again. In this lifetime, no, for as long as I stay in the same universe as you, you can only be mine, mine alone.” It was not a promise only to her, but also to himself. For he was now the mad tyrant who knew no reason, the tyrant who was bent on getting whatever that he had wanted. —— [Sweet 1 v 1 Fast-paced Romantic Comedy] [Male Lead Falls in Love First and Harder] [Extreme Pampering] [Naive Sweet White Rabbit x Cunning Black-Bellied Big Bad Wolf] Tags: #sweetlove #pregnancy #strongfemalelead #dark #royalfamily #pastplayhugerole #tragedy

"A hostage." "A consort." "Perhaps a debate partner." Once the proud heir, the crown prince of Luxuria stared intently at the Emperor of Inferos empire. His hand rested against the neck of the Emperor. The man picked up his other hand like a fragile piece of glass. His cold lips kissed it, as his eyes stared down at the youth. "No." "Not anymore." What started as a political hostage situation, soon unraveled into a fight for control, loyalty and pride. 'A ten-year peace treaty and a railway network.' A price so heavy, that compelled them to pay for a lifetime. A person who bowed before someone couldn't be a ruler. But he was born to rule. ________ Read the trigger warnings.

After regressing, my second marriage to my ex-husband was solely for pregnancy. A miserable marriage life. My only hope in my loveless marriage was the child. My first life ended tragically, attacked by an unknown assailant. ‘If I could go back, I wouldn’t love him.’ In this second chance, unlike my past life of seeking love, I marry him solely to meet my child again. “Just maintain our marriage for a year.” In exchange, I’ll help him uncover the secret of the incident from 10 years ago. I thought we were just a couple in name… “There’s no need to consummate on the first night.” “I want to.” He was different from my previous life. * I planned to quietly leave once I had the child. But upon seeing his mistress, I couldn’t stay silent. “That woman, she’ll be the one you love.” Confronted with my words, his unexpected reply was, “You’re my wife until this contract ends.” “…….” “I’ll do this and more, only with you.” Seeing his chilling obsession, I reminded myself. Don’t forget, Blair. He doesn’t love you. So this time… I’ll leave you first.

Snow bites deeper than steel, and cages leave scars no eyes can see. Q97 is not a boy with a name—he is a number, an experiment carved from cruelty in the underground labs by vampires. In a world where hybrids are treated as disposable tools, his only hope is escape. Guided by the secret writings of those who came before him, he follows a path dug by rabbits and buried in whispers, chasing freedom through tunnels that lead toward human lands. But freedom has a price: the moment he crosses the border, he can never return. Never again to the castle’s red spires. Never again to the rose garden. Never again to the one vampire who gave him warmth when the world froze him numb. Sir Draven—the quiet gardener with golden eyes who carved clumsy little sculptures of ice just for him. Roses that melted by morning. A kindness that should not have existed. A memory Q97 cannot take with him, yet cannot leave behind. This is not a story of quick love or easy salvation. It is a slow journey of survival, longing, and fragile bonds that burn against the cold. A tale for those who believe that even in the darkest experiments, even under cages and snow, a single rose can bloom. ***** This is a slowburn, character-driven story. If you love emotional depth, healing & growing arcs, and found-family themes, this is for you. Stick around past chapter 10, that's when the heart of the story begins to unfold. Warning: mpreg, almost all male experiments have wombs. Please proceed with caution if you are uncomfortable. Romance will start when MC is older, Thank you ^^

I didn't ask to wake up as Drizella Tremaine—Cinderella's infamous, "wicked" stepsister. I certainly didn't ask for a crushing mountain of family debt, a magical curse forcing me to act like a villain, or a dangerously observant Crown Prince who keeps showing up at my secret warehouse. The fairy tale script demands that I humiliate my sweet stepsister and eventually cut off my own toes to fit into a glass slipper. But I’m a modern woman with a mind for business, and I refuse to be a pawn in someone else's story. I'm not going to bully Cinderella; I'm going to teach her how to run a monopoly. I'm not going to fight for the Prince's affection; I'm going to leverage him for trade routes. You don't need a glass slipper when you own the entire shoe empire. RELEASE SCHEDULE: Launch Event: 2 Chapters/Day for the first 14 days! Can't wait? Read up to 30 ADVANCE CHAPTERS right now on Patreon! patreon.com/authorzacross

[REEDITED VERSION!] "Your Father, Mother, Uncle... they are all dead. there's no one left to save you anymore." The God declared in a confident voice which had a hint of fear hidden in it "Even then, Are you still going to oppose Us, all on your own, Prince?" "Heh... indeed. They are all dead." The Prince scoffed "And you weren't exactly discreet with your plan." "What.." The Prince looked up at the 100+ figures in the sky, shaking his head "Regardless, You Already know my answer. So, let's just Get this over with." A Sword, made of pure chaotic energy manifested in his hand, "I've got a lady waiting for me." And Thus began the Devastating 1 Vs 100+ War between Gods. A war so destructive that it deserved the Name 'Ragnarok'-The War of End. -------------- I, Tyler Von Regulus Have a Hard life. Very Hard Life, in fact. I am The third prince of an entire Race, Not The First prince, not the Crown prince but the Third prince. I have an Overly Doting Mother. Not a Strict mother who will force me to study or practice sword or Magic or Force me to get stronger. And Last but not least, I am Neglected by my own Father, the King. Can you believe it?! Despite having the Finest living palace, Most delicious food, the best clothes, Tens of maids at my service and a Mother's love, I never received my Father's Love. I did not have any goals or ambition either. The life of an idle prince was just that ..Tiresome! That was Until everything changed on one not-so-special morning... I gained the foreign memories of a man from a different modern world called earth. He was A corporate slave on earth, named Nick. He had lost almost all the people he ever loved- His Aunt, Grandparents, Big brother, best friend and even his parents and was just living an empty life until one day, a Truck-kun put an end to him. From Nick's memories, I also realized that the world where I am living in, my world is actually an RPG game that Nick used to play. And I, myself am a character of that very game. Not the Hero, Not a Support role, Not even a cool Villain. I am just a Villainous mob. You know, the typical Bully guy! The type who bullies his weak classmates, and would normally be the First lucky guy to get his ass handed over by the Protagonist, within the starting 5 chapters of the story. Yeah, That would be Me. Nice to meet ya! The good news is that I don't die in the game Lore ...Maybe ? I'm not sure. Nick only played the first part of the Game and the rest? I have no memories. Which means, I don't even have the Classic cheat of every transmigrator, 'Futureproof Information'. So, Am i cooked ? Don't know? Maybe not. Since I still have Plenty of time left before the main story starts. So, I have Plenty of time left to Live, a Chill Life. So, like any typical smartass, I did the obvious! Exploring all my available options like Fleeing from the Royal palace and live a slow farming-life in the countryside or marrying myself off to a Rich lady and many other options, I have decided to be the king. Why? well, I mean.. Why not! I am a prince so why should i Not Strive for the goal of becoming a king ? And, Not to mention... [STATS WINDOW ACTIVATED!] It doesn't seem like a pipe dream.

"In our unit— Crimson is the blood of the frontlines. Nine is the rebirth beyond the limit." ​She looked up, a cold smirk playing on her lips. ​"I am Crimson Nine. As long as I draw breath, this game... is far from over." ​— ​They were the ultimate Special Ops unit. But they woke up a thousand years in the past. ​The Captain is now an orphaned daughter of a fallen general, forced into a royal marriage. The Munitions Expert is a mining heiress, rebuilding gunpowder and steel from scratch. The Resource Strategist is a Princess, manipulating the empire's economy like a chessboard. ​Sorry to disappoint. She isn't alone. ​Others cross through time to survive. They came to take over. ​The Courts? Crushed. The Throne? Dismantled. The Enemy? Annihilated. ​This era wasn't ready for them. Too bad—they're already here. ​They aren't the pieces on the board. They are the ones flipping the table.

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A boy born into pain, forced to survive in silence. Damon’s life has been nothing but suffering under a family that never accepted him. But everything changes when a mysterious Celestial Relic falls from the sky into his hands. A power forbidden… dangerous… and beyond his understanding. Now hunted by forces far greater than himself, his fate begins to unfold. Because some destinies are not given—they are taken.

In a world where power is measured by the beasts you command, Zora is an anomaly: a Tamer who cannot summon, cannot contract, and cannot claim a single creature as his own. Branded “Empty,” he is scorned by academies and rejected by clans. In battle, he stands alone while others fight alongside dragons, spirits, and warbeasts. By all logic, he should be useless. But Zora holds a forbidden gift. He can invade the bond between Tamer and beast. With a single touch:or sometimes just a glance, he can calm raging monsters, seize control of contracted creatures, and even turn a Tamer’s greatest weapon against them. To some, it’s a miracle. To others, it’s heresy. Because if bonds can be stolen… then no Tamer is ever truly safe. Hunted by elite summoners, feared as a “Bond Thief,” and dragged into a hidden war over the true nature of contracts, Zora must master a power that was never meant to exist. But every beast he bends to his will leaves a mark, and the more bonds he disrupts, the more unstable the world itself becomes. In a realm built on loyalty between master and creature, Zora is the one man who can break it all.

A thousand years ago, he was the Emperor who ordered her death. Today, he is the CEO who controls her future. Su Yilin, a top historical restorer obsessed with the Great Yan Dynasty, begins suffering vivid nightmares of a princess's brutal downfall-memories so real they feel like a life she once lived. When she joins the Lu Group Museum, she comes face-to-face with its cold and powerful CEO... a man with the same face as the Emperor who killed her. Now trapped between her research and terrifying visions of the past, Yilin must uncover the truth: is she truly the reincarnation of a fallen princess bound by blood debt, or is her mind collapsing under the weight of obsession? Because inside the Lu Group Museum, the most dangerous artifact isn't the jade... it's the memory.