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Song Yue grew up in Nie Rougang's home, raised and protected by him for eighteen years. She clings to him with her whole heart, but now that she’s grown up, Nie Rougang insists she must move out and return to her grandfather’s house. Song Yue refuses to let go and keeps sneaking back, causing chaos until Nie Rougang finally explodes and drives her out of the villa. Hurt and angry, Song Yue runs away from home with her best friend Lan Xia. With no money and nowhere to stay, the two girls end up taking a part-time job selling adult products in a nightclub. There, Song Yue accidentally provokes Li Meiran—a powerful, dangerous man with a violent temper. Things quickly get out of control, and Li Meiran tries to force himself on her. Just when Song Yue thinks she’s doomed, Nie Rougang storms in with a gun, facing off with Li Meiran in a deadly standoff. Song Yue escapes through a window, but trouble doesn’t end there—the moment she thinks she’s safe, she runs into a furious, ice-cold Nie Rougang, who isn’t done with her yet. A story of obsession, danger, jealousy, and a love that neither side can escape.

Have you ever loved someone enough to let them ruin you? Hatred turns intimate. Violence turns protective. Control turns possessive. Lines blur until neither knows where revenge ends and devotion begins. This is not a love story. It’s a descent. A dark romance of power, cruelty, obsession, and the kind of attachment that doesn’t ask to be healthy—only eternal.

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[Matured Content.] Quinn Dupont spent half of his life being compared to a boy who was never supposed to be his brother. When his mother married into the Dupont family, Quinn didn’t gain a home, he became a shadow. Sebastian’s shadow. Sebastian Dupont was the golden boy. The prodigy. The world’s rising star behind the wheel. Everything Quinn wasn’t. Everything he was never allowed to be. He grew up learning how to shrink. How to exist quietly. How to be “the other one.” Now university throws them into each other’s orbit again. Quinn is determined to finally breathe on his own, to build cars that break records and leave legends in the dust. But the school assigns him as Sebastian’s personal mechanic. As the one person responsible for keeping Sebastian alive at every race. They can’t avoid each other now. Not the resentment. Not the history. Not the tension that never should’ve existed between stepbrothers. Sebastian looks at Quinn like he’s a threat. Quinn looks at Sebastian like he’s a wound he can’t stop touching. Somewhere between speed, jealousy, and years of unspoken damage, their hatred twists into something far more dangerous. And now that they’re forced together, neither of them can outrun it anymore.

Imagine waking up and seeing yourself in a novel you were reading? That's kinda my situation right now. Was it because i complained how the villain was just not making sense and she keeps letting her good heart being used? maybe. But i want my boring old life back. I have to find a way to go back. But the only way I can do that is to change the outcome of my new life. That is, to not die. My only goals? Dump the scum-fiancé that has a high sex libido and get revenge on the backstabbing friends who framed me for murder. My new plan is foolproof... But fate has a cruel sense of irony. The one wild card I never saw coming was my gold digging mother's new marriage, which lands me directly in the path of the Henderson twins. They are the original sin of this story, as devastatingly handsome as they are destructive. Now I'm living under the same roof as the very men I have to avoid if i want to stay alive. They look at me with contempt, but my heart races with a dangerous desire. To survive, I must avoid them. But how do you run from a temptation that now sleeps in the room next door? I came here to change the story, but the plot just thickened.

Anna came to her sister older house only to stay temporarily. Not to fall into the most dangerous kind of beauty she had ever seen. Alaric Devano—husband of Evelyn Seraphina and Lyanna Mirelle’s brother-in-law—was everything forbidden: handsome, cold, immensely wealthy, dominant… and he stared at Anna far too long for a man who was supposed to ignore her. At first, Anna thought it was mere courtesy. But it wasn’t. He noticed every detail about her. How she stood. How she feared. How she tried to keep her distance. And every time they were alone… he forgot that Anna was his sister-in-law. More dangerously? Anna did not resist. She kept coming back—as if something within her called out, demanded, and claimed her. “He’s my sister's husband. I must not fall into his embrace. But obsession always triumphs over reason. And Alaric… never loses.”

Lin Yue seeks revenge over the death of her husband and child. The culprit, who by power and influence was not convicted. Now Lin Yue, changing her identity, is set to destroy not only him but also his family.

[Warning: R-18+ Mature Content - Omegaverse BL] There are three steps to surviving a Transmigration Battle Royale: 1. Secure a high status. 2. Defeat the other transmigrators. 3. Capture the Male Lead’s heart. Elian failed Step #1 immediately. While Player 1 (Ambrose) transmigrated as the delicate, tragic Son of the High Priest... And Player 2 (Rowena) transmigrated as the glamorous, perfectionist Princess determined to be the ideal Empress... Elian transmigrated as the Crown Prince’s personal valet. His stats are trash. His political power is zero. He is destined to be a background character who holds the door open while the main characters fall in love. But Elian discovered a loophole in the System. While Ambrose is busy writing poetry to woo the Prince, and Rowena is busy curating the perfect candlelight dinners to dazzle the Prince... Elian is the one scrubbing the Prince’s back in the bath. Elian is the one measuring the Prince’s inseam for new breeches. Elian is the one warming the Prince’s bed on cold winter nights. System: [Warning! The Prince’s pheromones are affecting you. Please retreat!] Elian: [Retreat? Are you kidding? I’m moving in!] Who needs a tragic backstory or a perfect royal pedigree when you have a lock on the bedroom door and absolutely no shame? -------------------- (Warning: This novel features a shameless MC, a possessive Alpha Prince, and a Battle Royale where the winner takes all... literally. And lots of smut...like lots, so beware!) ** Let's Connect: Instagram: dolly_.roma Discord: DollyRoma#7887

Noel likes his world quiet, clean, and perfectly organized. He’s the kind of guy who alphabetizes his books, avoids eye contact, and considers a wild night one where he reads past midnight. Drama? Not his thing. Parties? Pass. Sharing a dorm with a chaotic stranger? Just another obstacle to endure—hopefully, temporarily. Enter Luca: flirtatious, chaotic, and chronically shirtless. A walking disaster with too many admirers and not enough awareness, he leaves messes—and broken hearts—wherever he goes. Loud, reckless, and charming, he’s everything Noel can’t stand… and somehow, everything he can’t stop noticing. What starts as a clash of lifestyles soon turns into late-night conversations, innocent pranks, and lingering stares. Somewhere between eye rolls and shared ramen, their rivalry begins to blur—until even Noel can’t deny his quiet little world feels empty without Luca. Noel wonders why his heart skips a beat whenever Luca’s near. And Luca? He’s realizing the one person who doesn’t fall for his charm might be the only one who truly sees him. Falling in love was never part of the roommate agreement—but hearts don’t follow house rules. --- Vibes & Tropes: Grumpy x Sunshine Forced Proximity Mutual Pining & Slow Burn Sass, Snark, and Secret Softness Movie nights, pranks, cuddles, and the accidental love story

“Don’t look at me like that,” he murmured, brushing a knuckle over her lower lip. “I’ll forget we’re pretending to be civil and fuck you on this table with your enemies still in the room.” He killed her brother. She married him anyway. Nadya Vasiliev made a deal with the devil—for protection, for power, for her niece’s future. To get close enough to destroy Alexei Romanov—the man who tore her family apart—she created a contract and became his wife. A marriage of revenge, nothing more.  But Alexei is no ordinary enemy. He’s powerful. Controlled. Wickedly seductive. And he knows she’s lying. Nadya is playing the long game—seduction, manipulation, revenge. But the deeper she gets, the more dangerous the game becomes. Her heart wasn’t supposed to be in this. Her body wasn’t supposed to burn for his touch. Everyone knows once you dance with the devil… You either bring him down or fall to your knees. The smut will be smutting. I’m exploring how freaky my brain can get. Gimme ideas and gifts lovelies.

Samantha never expected to find magic in her hometown, let alone in a dimly lit bar on a rainy Tuesday night. Yet here she was, perched on a barstool at the Black Swan, her world about to tilt on its axis. The air thrummed with an otherworldly energy she couldn't quite place. Ethereal dancers moved like smoke across the floor, their bodies fluid and mesmerizing. As Samantha nursed her drink, she felt the weight of curious stares prickling her skin. That's when she saw him. Marcus. A name she didn't know yet, but one that would soon be etched into her very soul. Their eyes locked across the crowded room, and Samantha's breath caught in her throat. He moved with predatory grace, all lean muscle and barely restrained power. Their first interaction was as intoxicating as it was bewildering. One moment, he was her gallant protector, rescuing her from an overly aggressive drunk. The next, his eyes hardened to chips of ice as he snarled, "Stupid girl," before melting into the shadows. Samantha's mind reeled, but her body hummed with an excitement she couldn't explain. Little did she know, this encounter was merely the first step into a world beyond her wildest fantasies – a realm where vampires ruled the night and pain blurred exquisitely with pleasure. As she delved deeper into this hidden society, Samantha found herself drawn to the intoxicating blend of power, submission, and supernatural allure. The crack of a whip, the whisper of leather, the exquisite sting of fangs – each sensation pushed her boundaries and ignited desires she never knew existed. But with every ecstatic high came the sobering reality of danger. Vampire politics were as deadly as they were intricate, and Samantha soon realized she was a pawn in a game where the stakes were life, death, and eternal servitude. As she left the Black Swan that night, Samantha couldn't shake the feeling that she stood on the precipice of something life-changing. She had no idea how right she was, or how deeply she would fall into a passionate, dangerous dance with forces beyond her imagination. The real question was: in this world where pleasure and peril intertwined so intimately, would she emerge empowered... or lose herself completely?

For five years, Aria Kozlov lived for vengeance. After losing her entire family in a brutal massacre, she was shown one face behind the bloodshed: Billionaire Marcus Thorne. Armed with a dancer’s grace and an assassin’s ruthlessness, she enters his world to destroy him, body, mind, and soul. But nothing is as simple as it seems. As Aria steps into Marcus’s world, she discovers a game far more dangerous and complicated than she ever imagined. With trust a rare commodity and betrayal lurking around every corner, Aria must decide how far she’s willing to go for revenge... and whether some wounds can heal without losing herself. Trained to Destroy Him is a gripping billionaire romance filled with secrets, power plays, and a passion that could either save them or destroy them both.

Within five minutes of the first time I met Chase Dubois, he fingered me in my Father's receiving room. My mother was five steps away. He shoved a nearby door open and pulled us inside. “Chase Dubois. Are you trying to take advantage of an innocent girl like me?” His amused eyes found mine. “Yes. I very much plan to, little princess.” He was gone as quickly as he came, leaving me disheveled and furious. Only later, when I saw him sitting calmly in his wheelchair, his eyes tired and cold, did I realize the terrifying truth: This is just a game to him! **** Alpha Chase, the rightful Lycan heir, is bound to a wheelchair and a political marriage. Tilly, a dragon princess, is forced to become his bride to save her dwindling kingdom. But the brutal, passionate alpha who visits her at night bears little resemblance to the quiet prince in the wheelchair during the day. As a coup brews and secrets ignite, Tilly must uncover which version of Chase Dubois is real—and which one is using her as a pawn in a deadly game for power.

When the "Rebellious Brat" is summoned home... a storm of chaos flavored with the scent of an old flame begins! 'Ice,' a cheeky Computer Engineering student, is forced to trade his high-tech city life for the streets of Nakhon Pathom. Instead of running code, he’s now chopping chicken at his father’s famous stall. But his boring new routine is flipped upside down when he keeps running into a massive, terrifying man lurking outside the local convenience store every single day. 'Leo,' a 32-year-old tattoo artist, is covered in ink and radiates an aura so cold it makes grown men back away. But behind that rugged, "bad boy" exterior lies one massive weakness: the boy next door he’s been pining for since they were kids. Now that Ice is back, Leo is ready to trade his tattoo needle for bags of iced green tea and favorite cakes. His mission? To "persistently woo" and win over the brat who once owned his heart. "Aren't you tired yet? I curse you out every day, yet you still have the nerve to show your face!" "Can you stop scolding me for a second? You’re as fierce as a little pup, aren't you?" One is a stubborn brat with innocent eyes; the other is a fierce-faced "simp" who’s completely whipped for his childhood crush. Join the journey of this "Grown-up Golden Retriever" as he tries to break through the wall of "selective amnesia" and survive a terrifying father-in-law. It’s time to prove that no matter how tough he looks... his heart will always lose to this boy. Content Warning & Disclaimer Age Gap: This story features a relationship between characters with a significant age difference (20 and 32 years old). Dirty Talk: Contains the use of profanity, coarse language, and suggestive/flirtatious dialogue. Family Conflict: Themes of family pressure and domestic tension (specifically regarding father-son dynamics). Tattoo Culture: References to tattoo culture and social stigmas/misconceptions regarding physical appearance. Consent: All romantic involvements are based on mutual consent. Note from the Author This novel is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual events or persons is entirely coincidental. Some characters may exhibit behaviors or use language that is inappropriate or offensive; reader discretion is advised. Language Note Please note that this story was translated with the assistance of AI. As a result, some phrasing may not be perfectly fluid or may differ slightly from the original nuances. I apologize for any linguistic errors and appreciate your understanding. #My Heart Is Defeated by a younger you miki sunflower is here to officially introduce Ice and Leo! I hope they find a warm place in your hearts. To support this small-time author and make sure you don't miss any of the juicy updates especially when Leo goes into full "obsessed" mode for his favorite brat don’t forget to do these 3 things: Follow the Author: So you won't miss out when Leo secretly spoils Ice with snacks! Add to Library: Get notified of the spicy moments before anyone else no need to waste time chopping chicken! Give it a "Heart": Send some love to give me the energy to keep writing and pumping out chapters! A Quick Note from the Author: This novel was translated with the help of AI. Some phrasing may not be perfectly smooth or might contain slight errors. I apologize for any linguistic hiccups and appreciate your kind understanding! Come and join the fun as we cheer on the stubborn brat and his fierce-faced suitor! Thank you for all the support and love for our "Chicken Rice Family."

"I'll make you fall in love with me sweetheart." - Jett. "We'll see about that." - Jamie. - "I bet your d***k is so small you need a microscope to see it." - Jamie. "I'll let you be the judge of that." - Jett. - Jett is the second son of a wealthy, powerful household that expects him to inherit the family company alongside his older brother. But Jett wants none of it. Boxing is the only thing that makes sense to him, Jett has spent most of his adult days swinging with his fists, the only place where he decides the rules. Jamie is everything Jett claims to hate. Cute, sharp-tongued, stubborn as hell, and impossible to ignore. A college student with a bright car, a sharp mouth, and a younger brother he protects with everything he has. Jamie's world is small but stable.Jett is like smoke, angry, dark, drifting between worlds he refuses to choose from. Jamie is like sugar, sweet at the core, though he hides it under thorns and fire. Together, they're a slow, inevitable burn.

Becklan Kross had one dream, to become a model under Leon Verdanis, the ruthless fashion tycoon everyone called Mr. President. But Leon crushed that dream in seconds. Two minutes late, and Becklan was dismissed. One spilled coffee, and Leon humiliated him again in public. What once was admiration turned into pure, burning hatred. So when fate offered Becklan a second chance, not as a model, but as a maid in Leon’s mansion, he took it. Not for the salary. Not for the prestige. For revenge. But Leon Verdanis isn’t just cold. He’s inaccessible. Calculating. Beautiful in a way that hurts. A man who believes love is a weakness, emotions are distractions, and no human is worth his heart. Beck vows to break him. Not romantically, emotionally. He plans to tease him, provoke him, embarrass him, and remind him what it feels like to be powerless. Except… things don’t go according to plan. A dropped towel, a naked CEO, a python named Rose, an accidental fall into Leon’s arms, a grip that was too strong, a stare that was too intense, and a breath that was too close, all of it challenged every ounce of control he had. He was supposed to hate Leon, but his heart began to skip when Leon held him. He burned with desire when Leon smirked, and the man he vowed to destroy suddenly became the one he could not stop wanting. He was supposed to hate him. So why does his heart skip when Leon holds him? Why does he burn when Leon smirks at him? And why does the man he vowed to destroy suddenly become the one he can’t stop wanting? Leon did not believe in love, and Becklan did not believe in forgiveness, yet between the tension, the teasing, the danger, and the secrets, one truth became impossible to ignore. Someone is going to fall first… and no one knows who will give in to love.

Demyan hated Leksa, profoundly. He would never miss an opportunity to taunt him, fight him, or laugh at him. That’s why he mockingly called him “my wife” and joined forces under his command. Wait… under his command!? Dammit, that pretty face deceived him again!

Elara Thorne's life in the sleepy coastal town of Havenwood is anything but ordinary. Strange occurrences at her antique shop, like whispering voices from ancient artifacts and inexplicable surges of energy, are becoming more frequent. Little does she know, these events are tied to her own forgotten heritage and a burgeoning magical power within her. Kaelen Vane, a mysterious and ancient immortal, watches over Havenwood, ensuring the uneasy truce between the town's hidden vampire, werewolf, and other supernatural residents remains intact. The resurfacing magic, however, threatens to shatter this balance and ignite a war. As Kaelen investigates the disturbances, he encounters Elara, drawn to her raw power and the unsettling familiarity he feels in her presence. A dangerous attraction sparks between them, defying their separate worlds. Elara finds herself reluctantly pulled into Kaelen's secret world of shadow and ancient rivalries. The Whispering Collective, a shadowy force manipulating the town's darkest secrets, views Elara's awakening power as a key to unleashing a forgotten entity that could plunge Havenwood - and the world - into eternal darkness. As Elara and Kaelen navigate the treacherous currents of forbidden love and ancient magic, they must confront their pasts and risk everything to uncover the secrets of Havenwood before the town's magic falls into the wrong hands. Elara must embrace her true heritage and control her unpredictable powers, while Kaelen must break free from the constraints of his duty and protect the woman who awakens his deepest desires. But with the Whispering Collective closing in and the threat of eternal darkness looming, can their burgeoning love survive the escalating conflict

Celeste had never felt loved. Living under the Dyers' roof, she had always been reminded of how unwanted she was. A charity case. A guest who had overstayed her welcome. There was nothing new about it-even she knew that. She had learned to make herself small. So when Marianne suddenly began treating her with warmth and affection, Celeste knew something had changed. She was no longer invincible. She didn't have to shrink herself. Didn't have to walk on eggshells. Her long-time wish finally came true, to be loved again by the people she called family. But it all came with a price. A price Celeste found absurd. There had always been a reason behind her aunt's kindness, and this time was no different. All Celeste had to do was marry a billionaire who had asked for her hand. It was fishy. Everything about it felt laughable. Celeste knew she wasn't worth marrying a billionaire. If anyone was, it was Lydia, Marianne's daughter. She was the obvious choice. But the mysterious billionaire had asked for Celeste specifically. And she wasn't given a choice. The moment she wrote her name on the marriage certificate, her life took a sudden turn. She woke up to the truth that she had been sold off to the Blackwells, the richest family in the world. But that wasn't the dreadful part. Celeste hadn't been sold to just anyone, she had been sold to Aiden Blackwell. And Aiden Blackwell was a madman. The mad heir of Richard Blackwell. ——————— "N-no please, please sir. T-this is w-wrong.." Aiden's fingers slowed down, but didn't stop it's slow stride, his brows furrowed as he stared at his wife. Her lips trembled but no more words came out. She still looked scared, but a little panicked now. "Is it wrong to touch my wife?" He asked, his fingers moving traitorously slow. Color painted Celeste's cheeks at his words. Was there a word to describe the feeling in between fear, panic and embarrassment? Celeste felt all three. Though he wasn't running wild now, she could see why he was referred to as the mad heir. Who touches a stranger like that just because she was called his wife? Aiden suddenly stopped, causing Celeste to tense up. Her eyes slowly found his face in the dark room, the little spill of light coming from somewhere in the room giving away his change in expression. His brows were drawn together at first, then a smirk crept up his lips. It was a slow movement and a sudden shift. Celeste watched as his eyes moved from her robe to her face, with his smirk growing darker. "Are you naked wife?" He asked the known, an evil glint in his eyes that set off alarms in Celeste's head. He'd found out she wasn't wearing anything under the robe, a normal person would let her go right? Hopefully he was normal to that extent. Aiden's smirk deepened as he continued. "And you're not here to seduce me?" He asked accusingly. Celeste's eyes widen, her lips parting wordlessly as she took in the accusation, feeling his fingers continue its slow trail. "You're in my bed, wearing nothing under your robe, isn't that seduction little lamb?" He asked, his voice low. "N-no b-but I-I.." Without warning he leaned in, so close Celeste could feel his breath brushing her face. "Shh, let me touch what's mine, wife."