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A prophecy names one true moon. ----- Lyria has spent her entire life in the shadows — scorned, scarred, and invisible. The illegitimate daughter of a king who pretends she does not exist, she has learned to want nothing and expect less. But when fourteen alpha suitors arrive to compete for her sister's hand, five of the most powerful men in the kingdom cannot seem to stay away from the girl they were never meant to notice. Each one is powerful enough to shake kingdoms. Each one is drawn to her in ways that defy reason. But Lyria can only choose one, and the road to that choice will cost more than she ever imagined. And Jacinta will burn the kingdom down before she allows Lyria to take what she believes is hers.

‎*Mature Content* Vivian Ravenscroft was never meant to live this life. ‎Swapped at birth by a desperate mother—not just to save her, but to place her where destiny could shape her—Vivian grows up under the powerful Ravenscroft name, believing Sebastian, ten years her senior, is only an untouchable brother figure. ‎Protective. ‎Distant. ‎Forbidden. ‎Until the night violence shatters her world. ‎As she recovers, the truth unravels: her royal bloodline, a father who erased her existence, and the devastating reason she was raised beside Sebastian—to bond with the one man she was never allowed to love. ‎The man who looks at her and whispers, ‎“I thought you had given yourself away…” ‎Only to learn her heart—and her body were never claimed by another. ‎Stanley was never love. ‎He was survival. ‎Drawn into royal decrees, billionaire rivalries, and laws written in blood, Vivian must decide whether to obey a destiny chosen for her—or fight for the one her heart recognizes. ‎Because the way Sebastian looks at her now… has changed. ‎It lingers. ‎It burns. ‎It strips away every lie she once believed. ‎At a royal wedding watched by kings, presidents, and the most powerful names in the world… ‎the distance between them finally breaks. ‎And when the night falls— ‎There are no more titles. ‎No more rules. ‎No more pretending. ‎Only him. ‎Only her. ‎In the quiet heat of a marble bath, where silence wraps around them and the past finally loosens its grip… ‎his hand finds hers. ‎His touch is no longer restrained. ‎And when he kisses her, ‎It is deep. ‎Unsteady. ‎Years of control slipping all at once. ‎Vivian doesn’t stop him. ‎She melts into him… answers him… trusts him. ‎Because somewhere between the lies, the pain, and the years they were forced apart— ‎her heart had already chosen him. ‎And when he finally takes that last step… ‎When the space between them disappears— ‎She breaks. ‎A soft cry leaving her lips. ‎A moment of pain… of truth… of surrender. ‎And then— ‎Nothing but him. ‎Because what she gives him that night is not just her body— ‎but the part of her that has never belonged to anyone else. ‎Her first. ‎Her only. ‎Sealed in a moment neither of them can ever take back. ‎Because some bonds are not accidents. ‎They are written long before birth. ‎Tested through pain. ‎And fulfilled in the moments where resistance finally turns into surrender. ‎And love like theirs… ‎Was never meant to be broken.

[MATURE CONTENT WARNING: 18+ ONLY. Contains explicit smut, omegaverse, knotting, and mpreg.] "Fuck, still so tight." That's the first thing I hear after dying. Not a heavenly choir, not a wise guide explaining the mechanics of reincarnation, just a voice like dark honey and broken glass, breath scorching hot against my neck, and a body that absolutely isn't mine rolling its hips back like it has no objections whatsoever to what's happening to it. I have objections, so many objections. My body has apparently decided to hold a separate meeting without me. I was twenty-eight, overworked to the point of literal death, and had never so much as kissed anyone seriously. None of that seems to matter to the omega body I've just woken up in.. currently making desperate, broken sounds into expensive silk sheets, trembling around a knot that shouldn't feel this good, this full, this.. right, while my actual mind is still standing in the corner going what the fuck, WHAT THE FUCK??? By the time I finally see his face, it's far too late for dignity. Gray eyes cold as a winter storm, features sharp enough to cut, the kind of beautiful that doesn't ask permission before it ruins you. It gets so much worse when I learn his name. Wuchen Bael, my sister's fiance, the man who looked me dead in the eye afterward and said, without blinking.. "Round two?" And I haven't even gotten to the part where I find out I'm pregnant.

“Take your clothes off. Kneel down... and crawl to me slowly.” - Dark Erotic Romance by Hojicha Writer

Four hundred years ago, the moon wept blood. From that night onward, demons—known as the Tainted—swarmed the land, feasting on the spiritual energy of the living. The once-peaceful realm descended into chaos. Now, humanity survives behind two massive walls, while the lands beyond decay into a demon-infested wasteland. Join Linyue and her companions who specializes in finding trouble, inventing trouble, and loudly denying they caused the trouble as they stumble upon the buried truths behind the Weeping Moon. Secrets that have remained hidden for centuries and may change everything they know.

Haruko could hardly believe it — she had actually transmigrated into a melodramatic female-oriented novel. And she had become a cannon fodder villainess! Facing a death flag right at the start, Haruko decisively transformed into a yandere loli and confessed to the female lead. “Ichiko, the one I like is you!” “You clearly said you liked me — so why are you still going to someone else!” “I won’t allow you to like anyone else. You can only like me!!!” She would confess, make her fall in love, and then fake her death in front of her — making herself her one and only. But gradually, Haruko noticed something was off. The female lead seemed to have been raised into a yandere. “Hey, Haruko, you can only like me too, okay?”

Aries was supposed to be a simple movie extra. One explosion later, he opens his eyes in a real beastman world—wounded, half-naked, and no longer acting. Humans are extinct. Male humans? Impossible. Fertile male humans? A world-shaking miracle. To the Beastlords, he is a blessing. To the clans, he is a cause for war. And to the cold, teasing system inside his mind? > [Celestial Breeder Identified. Processing host…] Aries only wants to survive long enough to make sense of this world, but every beastman who scents him wants something else entirely—claim him, protect him, fight for him, or breed him. A single human has returned to a world built on instincts and dominance… …and the Beastlords will burn it down to possess him.

(Protagonist Isekai + Character Persona Reversal + Comedy + Plot Brainstorm + Genderbend MC; all plotlines are from the author's imagination, character fans please proceed with caution) Have you ever considered that there might be another version of [Fate's] script? What if March 7th became a cold, elegant beauty, transforming into the new generation "Ice Cube" of the team... What if the Dragon Lord power Dan Heng inherited was the "healing" half, burdening him with the train's logistics management... What if the Welt who came to this world was the world-saving, transcendent version... What if even under her dignified and graceful exterior, Himeko also hid a little-known heart... With the appearance of characters like the ultra-high-presence Arlan, the trashy Asta who likes to raise "Pompoms", the genius Herta with super social anxiety, and others, the original "Trailblaze" journey begins to unfold along another storyline. --- Advance chapters: patreon.com/ReruoIzayoi

Every breath is a different shade of ink. Life is a raw, unfiltered journey through the full spectrum of the human heart. Within these pages, Jennifer Ali gives a voice to the silent chaos we carry inside—from the radiant warmth of love and the sharp sting of hate to the burning heat of frustration. Whether you are navigating the storm of anger, the heavy fog of neutrality, or the quiet ache of longing, this collection proves that no emotion is too small to be felt or too loud to be heard. It is an honest celebration of the beautiful, messy, and complicated feelings that make us human. Inside, you will find yourself.

Garima wrote the story. Survival is what matters most to her now. A bookish nerd from today's Mumbai loves spicy snacks, stories, and staying awake past midnight. Suddenly, her eyes open in a place born from her own imagination. A world where kingdoms rise and fall. Where Devil Lords will one day plunge the continent into chaos. And where everyone believes she is the Saintess chosen by the Goddess. Home has just a single path leading back to it. Garima leads fighters across a century of fights, one clash after another shaping the fate of everything. Easy... right? Truth stays clear only to Garima She wrote this world. Who stands beside them now might turn away later. What fights are headed for collapse. Armed with nothing but chaotic confidence, terrible singing, random Hindi slang that people mistake for "divine language," and the terrifying knowledge of the future, Garima begins rewriting fate itself. A loose rhythm carries her forward, voice cracking on syllables meant for gods, words slurring into decisions that bend time without warning. It's improvisation under pressure. Lines blur between guesses and truth when she speaks. The timeline stumbles, then follows her lead. Not because it should. Because there's no one else loud enough to try. Yet rewriting the tale demands something in return. If Garima slips A lie born from good intent could unravel everything she fights to protect. One hundred battles. One promise. A saintess steps off the page, her voice unscripted. She moves without permission, lines forgotten. Her silence speaks louder than vows ever could. Pages flutter to the floor, untouched by doctrine. What remains is motion, quiet and unplanned.

"Don't ask me to live in a galaxy where you're not in it. I won't do it." A sequel to We Who Lost The Sky, available on Amazon under Amelia S. Ashcroft. We Who Found The Sky is being serialized here for a limited time before its KDP release.

"Luca, please…" she cried. "You need to see who the devil really is. And decide if you want me that way," he said. "Because this is who I am. You either accept it or reject it." Luca's hand reached for a knife from the array of tools spread meticulously on the desk. "I wanted to prolong his suffering…" he murmured. "Luca…" she whispered. "But since this is a show and tell…" Without a pause, he cut the rope holding Inferi's wrists, letting the man drop heavily to the floor with a thud that made the room shudder. Inferi's eyes, wide with terror, flicked to Vee as his body twisted weakly under the weight of his injuries. "This isn't one of those times when you ask me to let someone go, I am going to kill him right here." "You have two choices," he continued. "Walk away right now, and I will accept that you will never accept who I am. Or stay and watch me kill him, to prove to me that you accept all of me, that you want all of me." "God, please, Luca, don't do this." Behind Luca, Inferi struggled weakly on the floor. Luca looked only at her. "It's simple, Vee. I am giving you a choice. I don't have a gun to your head, now, do I? Are you ashamed of who I am, or do you accept who I am?" "It's not so simple!" Vee yelled. "You're asking me to stand here while you take a life." "I will count to ten." He gestured with the knife toward the steel door behind her. "There is the door. Here is me." "Jesus!" Vee bit down on her lower lip. She squeezed her eyes shut. "Jesus Christ!" "One…" "Two…" She stepped toward him. "Three…" "I'm not running." She moved closer. "I will not run. I will stay." "Four…" Vee drew in a shaky breath, steadying herself against the tidal wave inside her. "I meant what I said last night. I said I love you. I meant it. But don't subject me to this. It will not change how I feel about you. It won't." She stepped even closer, until the knife hovered inches from her hip. "But it will most definitely change me." She swallowed hard. "If you make me stand here and watch this, you are not testing my love. You are reshaping me into something I may never recognize again." Her hands came up slowly and pressed against his chest. "I love the man who protects. The man who terrifies everyone else but holds me like I matter." Her eyes glistened, but she did not look away. "I know what you are. I accept what you are. But do not ask me to become it." "Five…" Luca moved behind Inferi now, the knife hovering at his throat. Vee's feet rooted to the floor, the edge of Luca's jacket gripped tightly in her fists. Her eyes, brimming with tears locked onto his, daring him to see, really see, what she was becoming in his presence. "Six…" he continued. He held the knife steady against Inferi's skin, a cold, absolute line of judgment, waiting. And in that pause, Luca realized a part of him wanted her to run, desperately. He wanted her to bolt, to retreat from this room of blood and fear, because maybe, just maybe, if she ran, he would see the futility of the obsession clawing at him from the inside. "Seven…" he murmured. "Eight…" "Nine…" Synopsis: She insulted the devil. He decided to own her. Veronica Scalese walks into New York’s elite club, ‘Commissioned’ by accident—and mouths off to the wrong man; Luciano Genovese popularly known as ‘The Devil’. He grants favours but gets your soul in return. When Luca comes to collect a debt from her father, the payment demanded is flesh. Veronica becomes both Luca’s weakness and his obsession. He burns his empire to the ground to keep her. Undressed by the Mafia God is a mafia romance story where power is foreplay, love is a liability, and the most terrifying thing a god can do… is fall.

Reborn in the body of Tsugikuni Yoriichi’s long-lost sister, Mizuki awakens in a world ruled by demons and destiny. With Yoriichi standing at the peak of the Demon Slayer Corps, she refuses to live in his shadow. Instead, she forges her own path, mastering the Snow Breathing style she created and awakening a Demon Slayer Mark that shakes the entire corps. Mizuki’s goal is simple: change the tragic fate of Tsukiguni Michikatsu, the boy destined to fall into darkness and become a demon. But fate is cruel. Just when she thinks she has reached him, Michikatsu looks at her with eyes colder than the snow she commands and says: Mizuki… you should become a demon too. And with that single sentence, the future she thought she could rewrite begins to collapse. -------------------------------- Read up to chapter 40 in advance at p@treon

As an ordinary person, I originally thought I should spend my life in mediocrity. I never expected that something like transmigration would happen to me. But as expected, even after transmigrating, there's no way to change my ordinary nature. I was bullied in middle school, my grades dropped from the top to the upper-middle range, and my confidence took an unprecedented hit. As a... -------------------------------- Read up to chapter 40 in advance at p@treon

He transmigrated into the body of a sixteen-year-old boy. Asou Akiya’s new parents were dead, he had no ties, no burdens, no way back; the original owner had left him nothing but a precarious foothold as the lowliest grunt in Yokohama’s most notorious port organization. For an ordinary human without a single ability, simply staying alive was set to nightmare difficulty. No golden finger from the heavens? Then he would forge his own. Four years later. Destiny finally handed him its greatest turning point. After a cataclysmic explosion rocked the city, Asou Akiya, with meticulous calculation and trembling hands, rescued a breathtaking French beauty who had lost all memory. The man had been betrayed, abandoned, left fragile and shivering in the cold; yet beneath that porcelain vulnerability burned a soul of blinding brilliance and combat prowess that touched the very ceiling of this world. “…Who… am I?” “You are a romantic French poet, Rimbaud.” “A poet?” “Yes,” Akiya whispered, voice steady as scripture, “and you are the love of my life.” From that moment, Asou Akiya placed him upon the apex of his heart and spoiled him rotten. He soothed every wound with tenderness, watered the tender shoots of love with carefully tended lies, and watched them bloom. So what if memory returned one day? He had already seized the most priceless treasure in the world. Thank you, Verlaine! The partner you were willing to discard is now my wife. 【Asou Akiya × Rimbaud (French name: Jean Nicolas Arthur Rimbaud)】 {Mon âme éternelle, Observe ton voeu Malgré la nuit seule Et le jour en feu.} O my eternal soul, Hold fast to desire In spite of the night And the day on fire. — From A Season in Hell, Rimbaud

A story about a hybrid girl who tries to make friends despite the prejudice and stagnation she faces from the rest of the world however what starts off as a genuine search for connection may lead her down an unexpected path.

Enrique Velasquez, a celebrated soccer star adored by millions, lived under the blinding glare of fame—untouchable, unstoppable. But his world shifted the day he crossed paths with Suzzanne Gutiérrez, a woman cloaked in silence yet carrying an unshakable fire in her eyes. She was elegance laced with shadows, her smile hiding scars only the past could explain. Was their encounter written by fate—or orchestrated by vengeance long in the making?

After confessing her love to her childhood best friend, Gabrielle finds herself rejected and sold to a cruel high official in exchange for power by the best friend whom she loved so much. Hurt, betrayed, subjected to abuse, and stripped of her noble title Gabrielle begins to lose all hope until one day she runs into a man from a neighboring kingdom in need of help. Despite the danger Gabrielle agrees to help this man get back to his kingdom only to find that he is King and he is smitten with her. Will Gabrielle find her happily ever after with her new found love or will a sudden change of heart from her childhood best friend tear them apart?