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In the face of being reincarnated to the pervert and despised, and despicable Prince. This added too after he failed his awakening as a Classless and talentless. He was disowned by his father as a son and will have all the trouble exiled to the dark lands. The border of the human territory where he would become their Lord and rule there. In the face of all overwhelming odds and monsters alike, they were the buffer territory against the monsters of darkness. Although even with it all, they would build a village that rivaled their own Kingdom themself. He would rise in power with his tribes that have Job Classes. The journey of a rising territory and stronghold against the darkness will be seen and Job Classes alike. May they survive it all!

I had spent my entire life in the shadows. As a lowly omega, I was used to being overlooked, ignored, and unseen. Especially when compared to her—Elaria, the Beta’s daughter. Beautiful. Powerful. Desired by all three sons of the Alpha. But everything changed on my 18th birthday. That was the day the Moon Goddess gave me a cruel kind of blessing. I had a mate. Not just one. Not two. But all three of the Alpha’s sons, the legendary triplets were bound to me. Suddenly, I was thrown into the heart of power, lust, and jealousy. I was supposed to be the next Luna. But how can I love three men when the pack laws only allow one? And what happens when the one I choose could destroy the bond I share with the others? Some blessings are curses in disguise. And some love stories are written in blood.

> R18+ * Reader Advisory* R18+> Within these pages you will find: Erotic romance and tender daily moments, seen through the princess’s eyes. A princess awakening to affection and intimacy. A goblin whose ferocity is slowly tempered by companionship. Differences preserved: the princess remains true to her nature, and the goblin to his own. * In the end, this is the story of how a lonely princess discovers warmth and love in the most unexpected place — and how even a goblin can be transformed, not by force, but by growing intimacy. Synopsis Locked away in a tower since birth, the princess has only ever dreamed of warmth — of someone to see her, touch her, make her laugh. What she never expected was that her first companion would not be a prince, but Gruk: a small, greasy, clumsy goblin with a strangely genuine tenderness. Between slips, laughter, and unexpected touches, the two stumble into something far greater than either magic or royalty could have predicted. This is no tale of perfect balls or immaculate heroes — but of sweat, absurdity, and an intimacy that blooms in the most unlikely place. A lonely princess. A troublesome goblin. And the chaotic adventure of discovering that between the grotesque and the beautiful, an impossible bond can still take root. TAGs Erotic Diary Slice of Life Princess POV Beauty and the Beast (Dark Retelling) Forbidden Romance Monster x Princess Goblin Romance Grotesque & Tender Innocence and Desire Erotic Fantasy Unlikely Love First Intimacy Dark Fairytale Humor & Sensuality Emotional Awakening Romantic Erotica

To the world, Princess Ilaria of Caelwyn is a bride of duty. To her heart, she is a woman desperately chasing the love of the husband who will not look her way. All she ever wanted was for him to care; for him to turn his gaze toward her with the same fervor she carried in her heart. No matter how many times he pushed her away, no matter how cold the silence between them became, she never gave up. Not once did she allow herself to see him as someone unworthy of her love. To her, he was always worth it. Always. And when love at last took root, when it bloomed against every storm that tried to tear them apart; when two hearts finally found each other and dared to beat as one...fate, as cruel and merciless as it is, reminded them that there were forces even love could never conquer. --EXCERPT-- Levan pressed his lips to her temple, his lips trembling as though the kiss itself might shatter him. One hand cradled her face with the kind of gentleness he had never shown anyone, while the other threaded weakly through her hair, trying futilely to soothe the sobs wracking his wife's body. His breath break unevenly, his eyes were shut tight, as if by closing them he could pretend this moment would never come. As if the world might let them stay this way forever. As if the reality of it all could be discarded just so that they could live however they wanted. He let his mouth fall against her cheek and linger there, tasting the salt of her tears as though they were his own. He did not move for a long while...because if this sorrow was the final piece of her he was allowed to carry, he wanted to etch it into his very soul. He wanted to remember the way she shook in his arms. He wanted to remember the sound of her muffled cries. He wanted to remember the warmth of her skin pressed so desperately against him. He wanted to remember her as his wife; his beloved. "Live, my love," he whispered, his voice raw and breaking, the words choking out of him like a prayer he could barely force past his throat. He buried his face against her hair so she would not see the tears spilling freely down his cheeks. "Even if it's far from me…live. Even if I never hold you again—live." --×-- Here if you like SLOW BURN angsty romance. ps: I'm still learning how to write using webnovel formatting TT

In a past life, Daphne was a concubine whose quiet beauty won the Emperor's heart, but earned the Empress's deadly wrath. Betrayed and poisoned, she died a tragic death, her final moments spent in the arms of a cold, powerful general who swore to find her in the next life. But fate has a different plan. Daphne is reborn, returned to a time before her family's ruin and her own gruesome end. Armed with a mind sharpened by a lifetime of regret and a body she now vows to make unbreakable, she forges a new path. She will not be a pawn again. This time, she will protect her family and defy the destiny that took her life. General Alaric , the man who had loved her secretly in her past life, a living legend, a name whispered with a mix of awe and terror on every battlefield. Yet, beneath his calm surface lies a fiercely possessive nature. What Alaric desires, he claims, and what he claims, he holds with an unbreakable grip. This possessiveness is the darker twin to his battlefield prowess, a ruthless, unyielding trait that ensures once he decides something is his, be it territory, loyalty, or a woman, he will stop at nothing to secure it.

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.

Zhao Du'an, a government official leading a cautious life, finds himself transported to another world where he becomes the favored 'pretty face' of a female emperor and an oppressive, power-abusing villain. Before he can relish the moment, he faces mortal danger for releasing a national criminal. Cornered and desperate, he plans to soothe the female emperor to seek mercy, only to discover his 'leading gigolo' role is a sham. Worse still, his notorious reputation prompts officials and heroes alike to impeach and eliminate him; and martial artists and clerical magicians consider him a disgrace. Overwhelmed, Zhao Du'an decides it's better to stop being human to survive. Starting by betraying his allies, he becomes the Emperor's top lackey. Years later, amidst heavy snowfall in the capital, the female emperor Xu Zhen Guan sighs atop the city tower, 'It was supposed to be a pretend companionship, how did it turn real...' Also known as 'Deceiving and Flattering at the Court of Great Yu', 'The Record of a Villain Going White'.

Synopsis: In the autumn of 1810, four-year-old August Everhart’s world is shattered when he witnesses the brutal murder of his noble parents within the walls of their family estate. Once a boy filled with dreams of knights and fairy tales, August is left hollow, his childhood stolen in an instant. Taken in by distant relatives who see him more as a duty than a child, he grows in silence and shadow haunted by a past he cannot forget, and a truth no one dares to speak. In a world ruled by class, expectation, and silence, can love survive when it must remain unseen? The Quiet Flame is a tender, tragic, and emotionally rich tale of hidden wounds, quiet longing, and the courage it takes to love in a world that won’t allow it

After her grandfather's death, Bai Hanyun was disowned by her parents and cast out of the Bai family. With nowhere else to go, she left the city and returned to the countryside. There, by a twist of fate, she discovered an antique mirror hidden in the basement of her newly purchased home. From that moment on, strange events began to unfold—until one day, she stumbled upon a prayer from a young general. Feng Xiyan, besieged by the Yuezhi Tribe and betrayed by the imperial court, had been driven into a desperate corner. With no access to water, food, or medicine, he and the citizens of Xiqiang City could do nothing but await death. But just as all hope seemed lost, Heaven intervened. From that moment on, the Feng Army and the people of Xiqiang City had enough food and water, living lives more prosperous than even the Emperor himself.

In the kingdom of Vermorynth, two births marked the turn of fate—first a princess, then the son of the Throne Sentinels’ captain, Altheron von Kaelmourn. Branded at birth with a fading sword sigil, Altheron’s path as a knight was carved before he could even lift a blade. Bound to Princess Emilia by childhood laughter, mischief, and a trembling vow, he swore to stand as her knight. A pendant, a pair of hair clips, and a promise sealed their bond. But peace is fragile. Beyond Vermorynth’s borders, shadows stir. And as Altheron comes of age, he will learn that a knight’s oath demands more than loyalty—it demands sacrifice. When darkness rises, will he protect the bond of his youth… or be forced to shatter it with his own blade?

Meraki (μεράκι) : essence of yourself == Olivia Abella is a young woman with a dream of getting a high-paying stable job as a chemical engineer and being able to support her family financially. But--what's this? She was suddenly kidnapped, or as her captor so kindly put it, "summoned in another world", and is tasked to assassinate some princes for some political gamble. However, in a twist of fate, she was hired to take care of the third prince's treasures instead! Sure, her knack of mass producing products for everyone's consumption helped with that...even so! Using what she learned so far in college, will she get back home? And how far will she go to get there? ...why are the events and people here so familiar to her? She has a bad feeling about it.

Today we had decided to up the stakes. Preparation had taken place last night while we ate the rabbit squirrel creatures we had caught. The small animals had gone a long way into getting our energy back up. Sitting around the fire, we had fashioned bow and arrows from branches in the canopy and vines crawling along the trees. Finding some red berries, we had fastened them to the ends of the arrows in little pouches used from a shirt we had torn into strips. It would be like an archery version of paint ball tag. Okay. It was safe to say that my crew and I were having a little too much fun with this. My so-called mate would respect my strength and who I am, or he wouldn’t have me at all. On that I refused to budge. Each member of my crew had three arrows and had discussed our targets beforehand. Having led the unsuspecting group we were stalking to the clearing on purpose this morning, we were surprised when three additional dragons arrived. I didn’t know who they were, but they seemed to be on friendly terms with the search party. Kind of. We made adjustments for the additional ‘enemies’ just as we would in a real war situation. I hoped the new arrivals could cope with the game they had inadvertently walked, or flown, into. Surrounding the clearing, we listened to the conversation between the search party and the new dragons. I was surprised to learn that the three other men saw things the same way I did. It almost made me feel bad about what was getting ready to happen to them. Almost. My team slowly and steadily took their positions and aimed at their targets. Each of us had a maniacal grin. The adrenaline and the knowledge that we were about to take out the enemy in one fell swoop was giving us a high like nothing else could. I waited until the Drakians were completely distracted. I gave the signal. Arrows went flying. The group in the clearing was so shocked that every single one of them froze, giving us the perfect targets. Seriously? Did they really have no sense of self-preservation? There was no trace of any battle readiness. Each arrow flew straight and true. Seven people were dead in less than a minute. Or, they would have been had it been a real attack. It was almost comical to watch. The shock that froze them as they realized they were being attacked. Them! Kings! Actually being attacked! Each clutched their chests where two red stains were forming. The anguished yelling that took place as they watched their brothers and kings getting wounded and falling to the ground on their knees. Then the confusion as it registered that there was no pain from the injuries. The pale green one brought some of the red splatter to his nose and sniffed. He looked at it for a second with an odd expression but then grinned. That grin turned into a full belly laugh. “It’s jorgin berries,” he said, unable to contain his mirth. All three of the newly arrived men sat on their knees laughing so hard they were bent over clutching their stomachs for an entirely different reason than being shot. Rokk and the two trackers began chuckling as realization dawned on who could be behind the attack, trying their best to remain composed as their kings came down from the panic of almost losing their brothers. And then it happened. That moment I knew would come. I had held back my last arrow just for this. That moment Glacian realized that his ‘little mate’ had just made an ass out of their entire group. Out of four kings. His anger was so deep his face was turning a darker shade of blue. Almost royal blue. His eyes flashed dragon. “Kiera!” He roared with every ounce of pent-up anger coursing through his system. I took aim and let my arrow go. He was so worked up he never saw it coming. He wasn’t even looking for an additional attack. None of them were. The juice pouch end of the arrow smacked him right in the forehead, knocking him down on his backside.

Mindaza is an island girl who aspires to visit the vast land of Mindanao. Her fate changed after she successfully obtained the magical sword inherited from her elders. Her mother brought her to explore Mindanao for a mission to save the kingdom and the king, but they failed, and at the same time, her mother died in battle. How will she rise, and who will now be her ally to fulfill the mission?

“Stay away from me, Dominic.” Lila’s back hit the wall as she tried to put space between them. Her breath hitched, every bit of her nerve on the edge. But he didn’t stop. He pressed one hand firmly against the wall placing the second behind her head. “You keep saying that,” he murmured, his voice low and tender. “And yet… here you are.” His eyes searched hers almost like he could see her inside out just by looking at her. Her heart pounded, caught between fear and rage. “Because you won’t let me leave!” Her voice shook, refusing the back down. He leaned closer, her body restrained under his perfect control. “No, Lila. You don't get it...You don't get to leave until my baby is born.” Lila's throat tightened. She wanted to scream at him so bad. She wanted to tell him he was a monster for trapping her in a big maze he called a house. Then she begin to wonder. How did I let this happen? How did I let a one night mistake lead me to man like him.

lucien a king of red kingdom thinks that he is cursed and have found a sword that every kingdom was looking for. the curse hinders his growth as he thinks it kills people around it and a marriage alliance have him at his lowest when he thinks he may accidentally kills his wife with his curse. lancelot, a king’s voice and also the closest person to lucein convince him to go ahead with the marriage. a freedom loving girl at lake wants different things in life.

Aleerah lowered her eyes, “You are the Sultan. My place is to serve you, not to distract you with my presence.” “Distract me? Aleerah, you are the only presence I crave. Do you not see? The affairs of the state bore me, the council tires me, but you-” he took in a sharp breath “you make the air itself burn.” Aleerah hesitantly said, “If I burn, my Sultan, then I wish to burn quietly, far from your throne. My father warned me: serve the Sultan, never disturb him. So I keep silent. I give what is asked, nothing more.” Azmir Khalid retorted, “Silence? Is that what you think I want? A silent wife? A docile shadow? No! I chose you because you were different.” “Different? I was only desperate. My father was desperate. Perhaps you mistook desperation for fire.” Azmir Khalid with eyes narrowing, voice trembling with restrained fury, said “Do not reduce yourself to that. Do not reduce what I feel to mere desperation. I could have chosen a dozen noble daughters, each bred to obey me without question. Yet it is you I cannot stop thinking of.” Aleerah took a step back as she said; “And that is why I stay away, my Sultan. Your eyes… they consume. I fear if I meet them too often, I will have nothing left of myself.” Azmir Khalid moved forward, closing the distance between them, “Then let yourself be consumed.” Aleerah startled, “Sultan–” “Do not call me Sultan when we are alone. I am your husband. Say my name.” Aleerah is hesitant, and barely audible as she said; “…Azmir.” “Again.” “Azmir.” Azmir's eyes shut close savoring the call ; “Every time you say my name, I feel you belong to me. Yet every time I reach for you, I feel you slipping away. Why do you torment me so, Aleerah?” Aleerah replied with a false calm; “I do not torment you. I only obey. I serve. That is all.” Azmir Khalid snapped; “That is not all! Obedience without a soul is an insult. I do not want your obedience, I want your fire, your defiance, your heart beating against mine as though the world itself could not separate us!” Aleerah quietly replied; “And if I cannot give that, my Sultan?” Azmir Khalid paused, with jaw tightening, “…Then I will make you.” --- She was never meant to be his bride. She was given to the Sultan to save her family. He was meant to choose a noble bride, yet he chose her; A commoner's daughter. Now Aleerah lives in a palace of whispers, where one wrong step could ruin her father, disgrace her name, and cost her life. But Sultan Azmir Khalid is obsessed. Every glance she avoids, every silence she gives, only fuels his hunger. In a world where power crushes the weak, Aleerah must decide: submit to his dangerous desire...or risk everything she loves.

Lear performs a bloody sacrificial ritual in honor of the cursed star and asks for its help, only to wake up in the body of his sixteen-year-old self, back when he was studying at a special academy. With knowledge of the future, Lear decides to do everything to protect himself and those dear to him from the coming war with demons and from enemies within the academy. 18+

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! If you like the novel you can read advance chapters on my patreon or you can buy the advance of the first 100 chapters in the store.

In the kingdom of Umbrasia, the death of the king without a named heir ignites a brutal war of succession among the royal Blackheart siblings. True to their family's deadly tradition, the princes and princesses engage in ruthless assassinations, betrayals, and shifting alliances as they eliminate each other in their quest for the throne. Among them, Elias Mortis Blackheart—the bastard prince and considered the weakest of all—has been exiled to a remote border fortress, seemingly forgotten and left to die. However, just as his fate appears sealed, Elias experiences a mysterious awakening, death may not be the end of his story in this game of thrones.

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 20 Chapters In Advance: patreon.com/Canserbero10