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Reincarnated into that very Novel he was thrashing at. Died a pathetic death but, gained a dreamy life. Born as the Crown Prince in a world of magic and aura, he expected hardship, conflict, and chaos. Instead, he stepped into order and peace. But he didn't want to live an idle life, so went onto make his own crazy adventures. The romance novel he once read, now unfolds far from his existence, irrelevant to his path. From the moment he begins to grow, his genius becomes impossible to ignore— talent so overwhelming that the entire continent comes to revere him. This is not the story for survival. No desperate climb toward greatness. This is the story of a life reborn exactly as it was meant to be. Perfect Reincarnation

A scientist, Duan Yixin, transmigrated into another world. She possessed the body of a sixteen-year-old girl but had not inherited any of her memories. With a broken marriage engagement and no money in her hand, she only wants to earn money peacefully. It's a pity that fate always plays tricks on people. When she thought she could finally live peacefully, she discovered that this world was not as simple as she thought. The man she rescued was the notorious ruthless general, and the woman who stole her ex-fiancé was the female protagonist of this world. She looked up at the sky and asked, "God, are you kidding me?" A few years later, on their wedding night, she stared at him and said seriously, "General, I'm not your white moonlight." The man lowered his head and whispered in her ear, "Mhm, you are not my white moonlight, you are my life."

Born into a baron's family as the overlooked third child, Cheryl was always the one forgotten, ignored, and overshadowed. His siblings shone, while he faded into the background. When his Awakening finally came, fate mocked him again, bestowing him with low-tier abilities and throwing him into the academy's lowest section, a place mocked as the haven for rejects and nerds. But what no one realizes is that this is exactly where his path begins. Hidden within those useless powers lies the key to something terrifying: the ability to reach beyond limits, to crawl up from nothing, and to carve his name among gods. Witness Cheryl's climb as he outwits his siblings, shatters noble hierarchies, and rises from the dust, proving that even the forgotten can rewrite destiny. In this world, you're either a winner or a loser. Cheryl refuses to be the latter.. _____________________________________ Note: Update stability may vary per week, but it won't go below 7 chapters per week. If I won't be able to reach the quota, I will do well to inform you ahead of time. If you want more chapters, support me with power stones, and gifts. _____________________________________

( warning mature contet- 18+) When you wake up with amnesia and an unsettling feeling in a hospital room, remembering nothing but the sound of a gunshot, it’s hard to know what to do next. I followed my instincts—the very instincts that led me straight into problems of astronomical proportions. Caught in the middle of a dismantled card game with players I couldn’t remember, yet who unfortunately remembered me all too well, I can only wonder whether I’ll manage to get out of this mess. One thing, however, no one will ever be able to deny me: I tried

Reina Suzuki was an overworked office worker—until she died and woke up as Lavinia Devereux, the infamous villainess princess of the Elarion Empire. She knows how this story ends: she’ll drink poison and die. A painless, easy death. So why bother changing fate? Villainy, revenge, redemption—sounds like way too much work. She decides to do absolutely nothing and let the story play out. But her terrifying father, Emperor Cassius Devereux, won’t ignore her like he’s supposed to. He watches her, questions her, and—worst of all—starts acting like he actually cares. Lavinia just wanted a quiet villainess retirement… So why does everything keep changing?

What would you do if you woke up in a body that wasn’t yours… in a world you’ve never seen… and were suddenly struck by an excruciating pain in your belly? At first, you think it’s just some strange, inexplicable sensation but before you can make sense of it, a man forces his way into your life, dragging you along against your will. You expect answers, but instead, when he lays a hand on your stomach, his eyes widen with a sly smirk as he whispers, “Finally. I found you…” Thrown into a strange land and into the arms of a man madly obsessed with you, your life is flipped upside down. Siyoon Park, once a boring, aimless man in Korea must navigate desire, danger, and a mysterious force tied to his body that he cannot yet understand. In a world where passion can be as lethal as secrets, can Siyoon survive the possessive gaze of a man whose dragon blood has chosen him or will he surrender to pleasure, obsession, and a fate he never signed up for?

Ashton is stuck between an underwater volcano, and a heart devouring dragon. Metaphorically speaking anyway. The princess of the sea has sworn on her mother's life to drag him down. Problem is, Ashton can't be killed. So after hundreds of years of pulling beasts of legend to her side, rewriting history, and backing him into a corner where he broke his heart into pieces, she thinks that with one final push... she may convince Ashton to simply end his own existence. Ashton is fully aware of her little schemes, it's not every day a dragon get's its still beating heart ripped out, then is bound to the land it ruthlessly conquered. Ashton would have even found it mildly poetic that the slain dragon was now forced to bless the land for all eternity... if, and emphasis on the IF, the blessing hadn't been twisted into a curse for the last 700 years. Now, Ashton has a few minor inconveniences to deal with. First, he's stuck in a decaying body. Second his memories aren't fully intact. Third, it would prick his pride if the descendants of "blessed" dragon died while he was in their territory. Fourth, he has two really, really, REALLY scary siblings that don't always bother with the details. Fifth, the only reason this princess and her mother even had the chance to scheme against him is because he was looking for a possible mate. He's the only one of his kind, thousands of years alone has him craving for a companion... for a heart to sing just for him... There are really only two outcomes now that Ashton is starting to regain his memories. Will the princess succeed in dragging him down, used as the new sacrifice to keep the "blessing" going, or will he ascend? Well, maybe three outcomes. Maybe this time a heart will sing for him as he ascends... a bird can hope.

Rosemary feels like a wilted flower in her father’s court. Born into a society that places power on a pedestal, her frail body and weak angelic powers only earn scorn from her fellow nobles and icy contempt from her father. Suffocated by whispers and rejection, Rose’s gentle spirit eventually breaks, driving her to do the unimaginable– jumping off a bridge on a stormy day. But as she sinks into the water, memories of her brother's kindness renew her will to live. Yet, it might already be too late as she's dragged under the current of the river. All hope seems lost until a hand reaches into the roaring river and grabs her– a pair of cold eyes purple peer back at her. Would their owner bring the salvation she so desperately craves, or a continuation of the emotional torment she has endured since childhood?

In Progress

“Ruling is the duty of oversight, to oversee instead of create. To govern instead of live. It came with power and prestige, with obligation and responsibility. Soldiers fought and farmers farmed, but to be King is to rule. To maintain the illusion of power one’s forefathers had built. Marcus didn’t care for any of it. He saw magic when he first opened his eyes, and nothing else ever compared. But the King is old and he an only child. Decisions had to be made. Important, hard decisions. No one expected much of him. Not in regards to anything but magic. They were right not to. Until the cube. Until it taught him what life meant for people not born into nobility, and that all his skill with the arcane did not make him immortal. That running from problems did not, in fact, make them go away. Marcus Sepsimus Lannoy—Marcus to the friends he did not have—touched something he should not have on the day he planned to run from his problems.” Inspiration taken from The Menocht Loop, A Practical Guide to Evil and everything else I have ever read in my life. But mostly the first two, though not overly much from either. Concepts and the like. I hope to do them justice. Am I rambling? I feel like I’m rambling.

In a land where power is inherited through bloodlines and ancient abilities, Aya, the Lady of House Svedana, rules the North. After her father's death, the responsibility of leading one of the oldest and most powerful families in the kingdom has fallen to her. She carries the weight of a legacy tied to the land itself. But Aya is burdened by a secret—making her lineage’s continuation impossible. When Killan, the Southern King, arrives in the North with his party seeking an alliance, his bold proposal threatens to unravel everything Aya has worked for. While the South and the North have long been founded, Killan sees an opportunity to strengthen his kingdom by uniting with the powerful Northern House. Despite the political implications of a marriage between them, Aya and Killan find themselves drawn to each other. As they navigate the dangerous terrain of politics, duty, and personal desires, they must also face the shadows of their pasts and the uncertain future of their kingdoms. "Echoes of Ice and Iron" is a tale of power, trust, and sacrifice—where love and honor are tested, and alliances come at a cost.

Princess Sun-Hee was raised to be the light of a kingdom that no longer exists. In one night of fire and steel, her world was reduced to ash by the "Mad General," a man who loves war more than life and commands a pack of shadow-wolves that hunt by his very thought. She expected a quick death. Instead, she received a gold-plated cage. The General didn't destroy her home for land or silver. He did it for her. Bound by an ancestral debt her father never intended to pay, Sun-Hee is claimed as the ultimate spoils of war. Deep within his Shadow Palace, she is forced into a life of opulent silence, where every silk robe is a shackle and every meal is a reminder of her surrender. But the General is hiding a brutal truth: a creeping madness is clawing at his mind, an alpha-curse that only Sun-Hee’s touch can soothe. He is a predator who has never known peace. She is the captive who holds the key to his sanity. As the King’s jealousy boils and rival empires gather at the borders, Sun-Hee must navigate a deadly game of moral ambiguity. To save what remains of her people, she must decide if she will break the man who destroyed her world or become the mate to the monster who would burn the rest of the world to keep her.

“Oh my god! The prince sent an invitation for the upcoming royal ball!” Eleanor exclaimed, her voice trembling with excitement as she waved the golden-sealed letter in her hand. “The royal ball!?” Anna and Cindy squealed, nearly toppling over their chair in delight. “Shh! We don’t want Ella to hear about this,” Eleanor hissed, glancing nervously over her shoulder. And there she was, Ella, standing by the doorway with her eyes gleaming, ready to pounce on anyone in sight. “Did someone say balls?” Ella grinned widely, her smile wide enough to make her mother and sister flinch. “No, no—it’s a royal ball, a ball. It’s where people… dance,” Eleanor stammered, her voice faltering. “Well, then,” Ella said, her grin stretching further, “there’s going to be a lot of balls there.” And with that, Ella darted to her room, already rummaging through her drawers. Ella wasn’t just dreaming of going to the royal ball— she dreams of every ball. In a kingdom obsessed with beauty and perfection, Ella, long ridiculed as the “ugly half-sister,” has spent her life in the shadows of her graceful and adored sisters. However, Ella never allowed mockery to pierce her strange, unbothered world. She focused on the hobby that kept growing—collecting balls and other round-shaped items. When the royal family announced the grand ball to find a bride for their prince, Eleanor’s heart sank. She feared Ella’s oddities might bring embarrassment to their family. Desperate to uphold their name, Eleanor resolved to turn her awkward daughter into a refined young lady, no matter how severe the training. “Posture, Ella! You’re not a hunchbacked scarecrow!” “Smile softly, not like you’re about to eat someone!” But despite Eleanor’s strict lessons, Ella’s wild grin never faded. It only sharpened. When the night of the royal ball finally arrived, the palace glimmered under crystal chandeliers. The prince stood poised, the very image of perfection, until the grand doors opened. Ella entered, her gown shimmering with hundreds of tiny glass spheres sewn into the fabric, catching every flicker of light. The room fell silent as a faint, musical clinking echoed with each step she took. The prince turned, his flawless gaze locking with hers. Ella smiled, leaning close enough for only him to hear. “I’ve always loved balls,” she whispered. The prince’s lips parted slightly, his polished smile faltering as if he wasn’t quite sure what he was looking at. Ella tilted her head, her grin fierce and unrestrained. Then, the grand doors opened again. Gasps rippled through the crowd like a wave breaking on marble. With that, a mysterious woman in a simpler dress entered.

#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

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.

*"Lilly Mucuse was born to a noble Duke, long-awaited as the family’s only daughter. But a curse placed upon her at birth doomed her to loneliness and sorrow. Locked in a tower, her brothers away, and her parents distant, Lilly grows up isolated—until the ruthless Crown Prince Kael Darius of Bel Kingdom arrives, demanding her hand in marriage to save her family. Thrown into a world of power, danger, and dark magic, Lilly must navigate her cursed destiny. As fear, loyalty, and forbidden romance collide, she learns that survival comes at a price—and that love may bloom even in the coldest of hearts."*

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!"

Seraphina Vale dies on her knees in the palace courtyard, executed as a “traitor” by order of her own fiancé, Crown Prince Adrian. One minute she’s watching the blade drop. The next, she wakes up three months earlier, still engaged, still trapped inside the same smiling cage. This time she doesn’t try to prove she’s innocent. Innocent girls still get beheaded. She runs straight to the one man the palace fears more than the Crown Prince: Duke Cassian Nocten. The Emperor’s blade. The cold noble everyone calls a monster. The man who executed her with his own hands. Seraphina makes him an offer she never thought she’d say out loud: a contract engagement. No love. No trust. Just protection, power, and a public shield Adrian can’t quietly crush. But the moment she steps into Nocten territory, the palace moves early—an assassination charge, knights at the gate, and her name dragged through blood again. Now Seraphina has to survive long enough to rip out the truth behind her first death… while living under the roof of the duke she hates, the only man who can keep her alive, and the one man who might kill her again if she slips. Tags: rebirth, contract engagement, noble politics, slow-burn romance, enemies-to-lovers, palace conspiracy, high stakes.

Seraphina Vale dies in chains on what was supposed to be her wedding day—executed as a traitor while the crown prince she loved smiles, and her “innocent” stepsister sheds perfect, practiced tears beside him. Then she wakes three years earlier, back at the Spring Selection Ball, drenched in wine and humiliation—the night her life was ruined from the start. This time, Seraphina won’t beg or explain. She rejects the prince in front of the court and claims the only man powerful enough to stop what’s coming: Duke Kael Rivenhart, the Black Duke—the empire’s deadliest weapon, and the executioner who ended her last life. She hates him because he killed her, but needs him because his name alone can make her enemies hesitate. With a contract engagement as her shield, Seraphina races to expose the forged confession, the staged “demon pact,” and the conspiracy that will destroy her family and crown her stepsister. But the closer she gets to the truth, the more she realizes the prince isn’t the only monster hunting her—and the Black Duke didn’t choose her by accident. To survive, she’ll have to become more dangerous than those who killed her… and if she wants revenge, she’ll have to marry it.