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After living as a famous Korean vlogger-slash-mukbanger, Neoma died a (shameful) death and regressed to her tragic first life--- the life where she has to live as a hidden princess with a tyrannical father and a yandere twin brother. She died at the hands of her psycho brother in her first life. But luckily, she charmed her "big brother" this time. Her father remains a sc*mbag, though. But a blessing in disguise happened when her twin brother got "sick." Because of that, she has to pretend as the "Crown Prince," forcing her father to treat her well. She thought she was finally on the road to becoming a lady of leisure. But, despite her laziness, she still ends up completing royal duties that put her closer to the throne than her sick twin brother. The next thing she knew, they already prophesied her to be the first empress of their very patriarchal empire. Now Neoma finds herself in the middle of the succession war she never wanted to be involved in! *** [EXCERPT 1] “Neoma de Moonasterio, the first princess of Moonasterion Empire. From now on, you’ll live as Prince Nero’s proxy.” [The hell is this psycho saying?] Neoma, despite her confusion, still smiled at her father--- the emperor. “Father, what do you mean by that?” “From now on, assassins sent by my enemies would target Nero,” the emperor explained. “Until he’s strong enough to protect himself, you’ll pose as your twin brother.” Her smile froze, but she still acted innocent. “But Father. If I take my brother’s position, then wouldn’t the assassins mistake me for him and…” She stopped talking when she realized that was exactly what the emperor wanted her to do. [This sc*mbag wants me to be bait?!] “You’re no longer a princess, Neoma de Moonasterio. From now on, you’ll live as Prince Nero de Moonasterio,” Emperor Nikolai said coldly while looking down at her with glowing red eyes. “Try to survive until your twin brother comes back to take his rightful place, understood?” Neoma was too shocked to react. [Are you f*cking kidding me, you sc*mbag?!] *** [ORIGINAL BOOK COVER. Artwork by sola_cola.] *** [EXCERPT 2] “I’m so sick of your tyrannical a*s,” Neoma yelled at her father aka the emperor. “I won’t forgive you for hurting Lewis and Tteokbokki!” “What will you do about it then?” Nikolai asked with a smirk. “Kill me?” “Yes! I’ll f*cking kill you, sc*mbag!” “Language,” he warned her, upset that his five-year-old daughter curses like a sailor. “Using vulgar words is unbecoming of the future Crown Prince.” “I’m a princess!” Upon yelling those words, the royal princess’s eye color changed from ash-gray to red. [This is getting serious.] “Stop it, Nero,” Nikolai told her sternly. “If you keep that up, the royal knights will come and–” “I’m not Nero!” Neoma screeched angrily. Then she jumped in the air with her left fist, ready to punch him. “In the name of the moon, I’ll punish you!” [What…?] And Princess Neoma, pretending as the Crown Prince for her sick twin brother, punched Emperor Nikolai, her father, in the face.

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.

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

"Die a pathetic nobody, Deborah. You never stood a chance against me." Those were the last words Queen Deborah heard before dying in a freezing prison cell. She was stripped of her crown, betrayed by her husband, the King, and replaced by a cruel, bewitching new woman who stole her entire life. But death refused to keep her. Waking up with a gasp, Deborah finds herself back in the past. It is the exact day her husband returns from the battlefield, proudly holding the hand of that same vile, gorgeous mistress. History is repeating itself right before her eyes. In her first life, she begged for his love and paid for it with her blood. In this life, she refuses to be the victim. Deborah faces a thrilling, dangerous choice: Force the king to fall desperately in love with her just to break his heart... or abandon him to ruin and take her ultimate revenge. Will she make him fall, or watch him burn?

Warning: This story has graphic violence, depictions of addiction, and heavy psychological trauma. For mature readers only (Grimdark, Dark Fantasy) The Unwanted. Since he was born, God has been a being of Perfection, our creator, who gifted the universe life; their reach meant no limit, and in order for humanity to show their gratefulness for that gift. Religion was born, and some stepped forward claiming they are the messenger or child of god to deliver the message and guidance to the middle realm, However as time goes on, an incurable disease slowly rots them, letting their greed guide their decision from being a messenger and child of god to become god. Disregard of life, normalize sacrifice, disconnection, and mindless devotion. Religion is practiced in the horrifying way possible. The Unwanted, Unchosen One has witnessed and has lost those he loves and cares for from life to life because of this blind devotion. he convince that God, the perfect Savior, ignores their children's cries and mourning for help to rest their suffering souls The Unchosen One, filled with an uncontrolled rage, built his power. Thousands of battles, he managed to emerge victorious from hundreds of them and merge that power to call it his own. His success came from the freedom of countless failures. Then he rebels against his own parents, the God Race. However, he was later confronted by reality. The Perfect being can bleed. Everything he believes and sees for a hundred years shatters in front of him. There is no such thing as Perfection. After the Unchosen One abandoned his rebellion against his own parent, he asked the god for forgiveness. His last wish before he restarts his life in one of the countless universes out there, The Unchosne One, Liatart: I wish for ignorance, so I can rest peacefully A new world he arrived in, Where politic of self-interest, superpowers, and the Wealthiest govern the world

Zirinos is a monster who, with the power of an entire galaxy on his back, lives without fear or concern, killing and raping, that is, until his father dies and his killer sends him to another world with the intention of seducing women and then killing them. Is Zirinos, in fact, as bad as you think? Will he be able to get his galaxy back? This, my readers, is a story of redemption. But can a rapist and killer really achieve it?

Lucia Watts was once the golden daughter of Tomasso City, born into an illustrious family, raised in love, and destined for brilliance. But at seventeen, she made one fatal mistake: she brought a stranger named Anna Smith into her home. That mistake destroyed everything. Betrayed by the woman she trusted, Lucia’s father was framed and sentenced to life imprisonment. Her family collapsed overnight. Her father died under the wheels of oncoming traffic. Her mother lost her sanity. The hospital that carried her family’s name was stolen. Lucia died that day. And Emma Wilson was born. Four years later, Emma returns as the elegant and untouchable director of a Swiss cosmetics empire. Beautiful, ruthless, and patient, she has only one purpose: to drag Anna Smith and everyone who helped her into hell. Her path of revenge leads her straight to Ricard Anderson, Anna’s fiancé, a powerful CEO, and the perfect weapon. Lucia approaches him knowingly, seduces him deliberately and lets him fall in love with her step by step. She uses his desire, his influence, and his devotion as pieces on her chessboard. Ricard knows the truth. He knows she is using him. He knows her love is a lie. And yet, he chooses to stay. “I know I’m just a pawn,” he says. “But I’m willing.” As secrets are exposed, traps are set and blood debts are repaid, love becomes the most dangerous variable. Lucia wins her revenge but at the cost of everything else. Because some love stories are never meant to be saved. And some women choose revenge over redemption. ... Umee say that: Hi there! First of all, thank you for the interest and for the enthusiasm. Truly. Every time I open my comments and see new invitations to add Discord, buy promotion packages, commission comic adaptations, or “have a quick chat,” I’m reminded that my story has somehow wandered into a very busy marketplace. That said, I should probably set expectations gently before anyone invests too much energy. I’m not looking for promotion services, paid advertising or commissioned artwork. Not because they’re bad ideas, just because they’re not ideas I currently need. I don’t have the budget, the urgency or the illusion that my story is secretly one step away from becoming the next global phenomenon. I’m very aware of where my work stands. It’s doing okay. Respectably okay. Not “adapt-everything-immediately” okay. My passion for writing exists but it hasn’t reached the stage where common sense quietly exits the room. I promise I’m not underestimating myself, I’m simply being realistic, which is a personality trait I’ve grown quite attached to. Another small but important thing: I’m not really interested in chatting, exchanging ideas, networking, or building creative alliances in private messages. I write best when left alone. I think best when no one is pitching anything to me. And I function best when my inbox is not screaming for attention. So if I don’t reply, please know it’s not personal, it’s just me choosing silence over small talk. That being said, if you’re genuinely curious about me rather than what I can potentially become or produce, if you want to see my everyday life, random thoughts, quiet moments and the unmarketable parts of my existence, I do have my Instagram linked in my bio. You’re welcome to follow it. No proposals required. No introductions needed. Just observation, at your own pace. I truly wish you the best with your creative work, your art, your promotions, and your ambitions. Creating something and trying to get it seen is hard, I respect that deeply. I just prefer to walk my path slowly, quietly, and without turning every interaction into a business opportunity. Thank you for understanding, for stopping by, and for letting me return peacefully to my writing corner, where the only thing I’m selling is words.

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

The Mother of Sparta This is not just the birth of a warrior. It's the rise of a whole new race. Demos S. Sparta was beaten half to death by the Spartan Council for being the illegitimate son of the Spartan King and a nameless maid. But the truth ran deeper — and far more dangerous. His second mother was once his grandmother. Through a forbidden ritual, she became his mother to protect him… and to unlock the mystery behind their soul — a soul so unique, it’s beginning to create something never seen before: A new race. Not just in Demos. Not just one or two people. But an entirely different race — separate from humans, elves, beasts, and even gods. A new bloodline is rising. And the world isn’t ready. This is the legend of vengeance, rebirth, and divine evolution. This is the legend of the Mother of Sparta. Author’s Note Mi name Fabian — mi born and raised in Jamaica so expect some real Jamaican bad words  to "bloodclat"when things get serious If anything confuse you, just leave a comment. Mi happy fi explain and reason wid yuh. This a  mi first novel, so mi still a learn. Please support, give feedback, and help mi build a story that mash up the place. Big up and respect every time.

What if the universe you live in was just someone’s unfinished project? Aerisse was never meant to be a goddess—she just accidentally became one. Now, with divine power she barely understands, she must create worlds, rewrite fates, and fix the chaos left behind by the true gods. But sometimes, when she dreams… she remembers a name she was never meant to know—Myrith.

In the European nation of Soweiland, follow the colorful cast of characters as they embark in magical, political and technological adventures.

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.

He married her to control her… but she might be the one thing that destroys him. Maria Romanova lost everything in a single act of betrayal—her family, her fortune, her freedom. To salvage what remains of her name, she is forced into a marriage she never chose… to Mikhail Dragunov. Cold. Calculated. Untouchable. The heir to a dynasty built on power and secrets, Mikhail doesn’t love—he controls. And in his world, obedience isn’t expected… it’s enforced. Their marriage is a contract. A cage. A silent war. But Maria refuses to be broken. Behind her silence burns something dangerous—something Mikhail didn’t anticipate. And the more he tries to control her, the more she begins to see the cracks beneath his perfect cruelty. Because there are truths buried deep within the Dragunov empire… truths that trace back to a year no one speaks about. 2006. A year of disappearance. Of betrayal. Of something that should have stayed buried. And somehow… Maria is at the center of it. As obsession replaces indifference and control begins to unravel, Maria must decide— Remain the pawn in Mikhail’s game… or become the one woman capable of destroying him. In a world where loyalty is currency and love is a liability, one wrong move could cost her everything. Even her heart.

Grel is a dragon prince who can't breathe fire, can't fly, and can't stop disappointing his dad. Maple is a dreamy bookworm and the lonely archivist in her family's dusty museum. They should never have met. But when a disguised Grel tries to steal LOVELOCK, an ancient family spellbook from before the Magic Drought, they accidentally unleash a curse that threatens to destroy everything. Oops! They're forced into a cross-continental misadventure to the hidden Dragon Kingdom to stop the curse in time. Along the way they find themselves accompanied by a famous satyr bard, his scary-cool bodyguard, and a child genius inventor, each with their own motive. All the while being hunted by a powerful mage, a highly trained spy with personal ties to Grel, and a jilted stage manager. Grel and Maple must learn to work together to unlock the long buried secrets of magic before it’s too late. They might also need to confront those pesky growing feelings. Welcome to LOVELOCK! A fantasy road trip romcom featuring: delightful destinations, comedic characters, vicious villains, and just a touch of enemies to lovers (as a treat.) The magic is missing. The clock is ticking. The vibes are weird. // ON HIATUS - multi-platform uploads, cover may vary //

Born a prince of Manderana, he was never meant to live. On the night of his birth, the stars vanished, the moon disappeared, and the artifact of selection shattered—declaring his affinity as dark magic, a path unfit for a king. Spared from execution only by mercy, he was sentenced to exile. At the age of four, the unwanted prince was sent to the North—a land of monsters, demons, and endless war—armed with nothing but dangerous survival techniques and a monthly allowance that would end when he turned fifteen. No blessings. No hidden talents. No destiny written in his favor. Only observation, adaptation, and the will to live. This is not the story of a chosen hero. It is the story of a child who learned how to survive— and what that survival would eventually cost the world.

Three years ago, the Zahryssar Empire saved the Northern Kingdom of Thalryn from absolute annihilation. In gratitude—and desperation—Duke Veyrhold of Thalryn swore a vow to the Coiled Throne: he would send a bride to the Serpent Emperor. But gratitude soon turned to fear. The ruler of Zahryssar, Zeramet Karash, Prime Alpha of a bloodline, was rumored to be a monster—the Serpent King who wiped out his own bloodline, a ruler no consort had ever survived, and a sovereign who could erase a person’s very identity. No omega stepped forward and the promise remained unfulfilled. Until Zahryssar demanded payment. “If I could save your kingdom,” the Emperor declared, “I can erase it just as easily.” With war threatening once more and innocent lives at stake, the Duke made a final choice to send his own omega daughter—only to be refused by her; she chose death over being sent to a monster. And then, his son stepped forward. Levin Veyrhold, Alpha heir of House Veyrhold—warrior, future heir of Veyrhold—offered himself instead. No Omega could survive the Serpent Emperor… but perhaps an Alpha could. In a world where vows are law, power is biology, and love is the most dangerous defiance of all, can Levin Veyrhold survive the serpent emperor?

They took his crown. They killed his bloodline. Now he returns — a phantom of war, ready to burn a kingdom that forgot him. In a world where crowns are forged in betrayal and thrones sit atop graves, one truth remains: Revenge is royal. And it wears a crown of red.

mystical journey inspired by devotion, ancient secrets, and destiny. NILMADHAVA uncovers forgotten mysteries while blending mythology, adventure, and spiritual discovery into one unforgettable story. Release Schedule Wednesday – 11:00 PM Saturday – 10:30 PM

In the middle of the castle garden stood a table prepared for an elegant tea, draped in white lace, set with blue-and-white porcelain, tiered trays of pastel pastries, and crystal cups releasing the mingled scents of roses and spiced leaves in the warm afternoon air. And in the midst of this carefully arranged ensemble lay Mirabelle Luchs. Her wild curls were spread across plates and among the tempting desserts. Her dress had been pushed up to her hips, her legs bent and braced against the edge of the table, trembling. Elegant male hands pressed them farther apart while she desperately tried to close them. Between her legs was the head of a man. His pointed fox ears twitched with amusement as his tongue moved over her again and again. ---- Read until ch30 for free. Mirabelle Luchs wakes up in a world that should not exist. A feudal beast kingdom ruled by instinct, hierarchy, and conquest. A world where aristocracy is carved into bloodlines and women like her are used to secure peace after defeat. She inhabits the body of an unmated duchess from the losing side of a brutal war. Sheltered until now. Politically valuable. Offered by treaty to powerful beast nobles from the victorious realm. Men who do not hide their expectations, their presence, or their hunger. Mirabelle is unprepared for medieval court life, for beast instincts worn openly, for how closely power and desire intertwine in this world. But she refuses to remain a passive prize. With a modern mind and a sharp sense for social dynamics, Mirabelle begins to turn the rules against those who seek to control her. Provocation becomes a choice. Submission a performance. A mature reverse harem fantasy set in a medieval beast world, featuring political marriages, power games, and a female lead who refuses to be ruled quietly. Also it is slow burn;)

In the year 1414 CE, the city of Seistain is a sprawling industrial nightmare of steam, soot, and lies. While the flag of the "Democratic Republic" waves over the skyline, the streets are governed by iron-fisted corruption. Kniya and Malesh, two eleven-year-old boys "already ruined" by the world, decide that they won't fight the system—they will master its rot.