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Betrayed and broken , Lydia takes her own life after discovering her fiancé's affair with her best friend. But death isn’t the end it’s the beginning. She awakens in an ancient werewolf realm, bound by fate as the Alpha’s destined mate. Torn between fear and an unfamiliar longing, Lydia must choose embrace the mate bond or escape the mysteries of this savage new world.

‎*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.

(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

Viola was once the pride of her pack, destined to rise above everyone on the day she received her wolf. Instead, that day marked her fall. She had been the villain in countless stories, untouchable and adored by the Alpha heir, until the night her wolf was supposed to awaken, and fate played its cruelest joke. She fell to the lowest rank in her pack, rejected by her sworn mate. Stripped of status, strength, and even her wolf, she was forced to live a life worse than that of an omega. Imprisoned and alone, Viola’s only hope of escape lay in finding her wolf, or her fated mate. Only, a dark past kept her powers dormant… and her fated mate didn’t want her. Sebastian Kade is powerful, ruthless, and chained to a past he refuses to release. Viola Linden does not belong in his world, and he wants her gone. Fate, however, disagrees. This fragile, stubborn girl refuses to leave his orbit. He does not believe in love. He does not want her. He has already lost too much. An Alpha who swore off weakness, hardened by loss and haunted by a prophecy that feels more like a curse, Sebastian is certain he will never allow another woman into his life. But the Moon Goddess is rarely kind. Viola carries something ancient within her, something dangerous, something powerful enough to defy him. Hate twists into desire. Desire ignites into fierce passion. And passion threatens to become love. But when Sebastian discovers what Viola truly carries within her, will it save him… or destroy everything he’s built? ~~~ WARNING: MATURE CONTENT! #Slow burn #Spicy #Morally Gray ML #Adventure #Angst Discord server: https://discord.gg/VMM9DXw3yP

After her inexplicable death in her sleep, Kurokawa Saki was thrown into the Death Game section selection. Receiving information that there are 12 players with various different IDs, she quickly found out how unreliable most of them were. Moreover, half of them were in the Red party and the other half was in the Black Party. So the werewolves game has started. Moreover, the game still gave them inexplicable missions from time to time. Kurokawa Saki: “...” It's so exciting. When the mainline started and the ‘dead’ players received new ID, they had just realized the game was driving them further and further away in various ‘fun’ scenarios. … [No. 1]: I know that I'm the member of the organization on the surface but what the hell is this task of dancing in the nightclub? Moreover, I'm being hit on and could only run away. That blond haired bartender has been glaring at me! [No. 2]: My second ID is a high school student and I transferred to Teitan High School. Due to the mission to get Sonoko's sister's phone number, I had to play with these two students and Conan has been glaring at me, ah, ah! [No. 3]: My first ID is a killer, the second one is a serial killer, and the third one is a drug dealer. Can't you give me a normal identity? I didn't even dare to come out of my house now! [No. 4]: I'm a police officer, but I'm not even as good as an elementary school student in solving cases. And what do you mean that I'm just a violent police officer, huh? Watch me break the telephone pole, you b*stard! + 8 more people. … After a few scenarios, everyone came to the same conclusion The players: This game is too hard! Not only do they have to act in accordance with their ID card, they also have to complete various strange missions. So… let's make trouble :) When the vice leader of their group sees what they have been doing through their daily share in the chat…. Public Security Officer [5]: … NO, What the hell is wrong with you? One of you is fighting with Shuichi Akai and the other one is fighting with Furuya Rei? You even earn exclusive titles from them! You two are on the freaking Red Side! The two troublemakers: Hehe, sorry, Vice Leader, we're under too much pressure and fighting can enhance ‘friendship.’ Public Security Officer [5]: No, your exclusive titles from them show how much they hated you. And when he tried to calm down, he found out the others are not any better. [6]: Wow, it's so fragrant to tease this pink haired post graduate school student~ [7]: Ah, I nearly died in the hands of Gin… when can I receive the death script QAQ [8]: Let me fight the FBI again. I'm itching to fight. [9]: Why do I have to be the attending doctor of the main characters, ah… [10]: Oh, I just threatened Vermouth [11]: Oops, Conan is glaring at me for teasing Ran [12]: Hey, this female announcer is really nice. I felt bad for lying to her. As the only serious one, no. 5 just wanted to say one thing: [5]: …Destroy it. I'm tired. … Note 1: There’ll be OOC and the character's interpretation might not be correct. A lot of original characters in the world’s settings, playing for fun and all. (more wines and police officers, a few original cases, and the player group’s self made case) Note 2: There will be a lot of personal subjective thoughts in the article. If you have any parts that you don’t agree with, please stop the loss in by clicking the arrow on the upper left corner in time. Thank you for your cooperation. Note 3: The style is mixed between comedy and tragedy… you’ve been warned Note 4: This is a fan fiction, I don't own the characters belonging to the comic. I only made a few original characters for the sake of the story Note 5: I made this more for myself and for fun so eh, don't expect too much

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

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.

When Oleksandr Motuzenko, a Ukrainian high school senior, wins a one-year scholarship to study in South Korea, he expects a fun, easy exchange year — a break before university. Instead, he’s thrown into a whirlwind of culture shock, fame, music, and complicated feelings. Between joining a student band, falling for someone he shouldn’t, and navigating rivalries and heartbreak, Oleksandr learns that being fine isn’t about keeping it together — it’s about learning who you are when everything’s falling apart.

Two rooms. A corridor. A house shared by two strangers who don’t seek each other, but watch each other in silence. He is distance. She is curiosity. And sometimes, indifference makes more noise than words.

***DISCLAIMER: THIS IS A TRANSLATED WORK!!! I HIGHLY RECOMMEND VISITING THE ORIGINAL AUTHOR AND SUPPORT THEM!!! THEY HAVE OTHER AMAZING STUFF!!*** Synopsis: A 29-year-old adult in his previous life transmigrates into the body of a 14-year-old orphan. Asou Akiya puts his past behind him and cautiously embraces his new life. Is this a dangerous cursed world? He has no magic, no talent, and cannot see cursed spirits? But he has a mind. He understands the future plot development. Watch as an ordinary person without any cheat codes transforms into a sorcerer and embarks on the path of growth. In this group of sorcerers where everyone is a warrior, there will be one more anomaly. Betting his unregrettable youth, Asou Akiya offers a curse called "love" to the world. The weakest soul in all the jujutsu world raises his sword toward the strongest. This time, he will pluck the stars from the heavens and seize the moon itself. — Chinese title: 开局为神子献上名为“爱”的诅咒 Author：鱼危

“I see where your frustration lies, my dear.” The king said thoughtfully, to the werewolf he said, “what’s your name young man?” “Prince Felix Walker, my lord.” He replied. “The name suits you so very well but, why are you after my daughter?” The king asked. “She is my familiar, my lord.” Felix replied. “Not if I have something to say about that.” Salvador interrupted. “Even if you do, there’s nothing you can do at this point homey.” Felix replied. An argument could have emerged but the presence of the king kept them on bay. The main concern was not them, they all understood that, it was Ella. “Ella dear?” The king called out. But she was already walking to the table. She pulled out a chair and sat. The others came to her side and sat the king sat on the master chair and instructed the three men to sit opposite his daughter. They did as instructed and waited. “You know,” Ella said in a trembling voice, “I went to pray early this morning. I told God that I wanted to get married, to whom, when and where, I don’t care.” She smiled and cleaned the tear that ran down her face. “Well now I do care, but it’s too late. It looks like he already heard and answered my prayer.” She looked at the men in front of her and clean her tears as they flow. “Three men, one lady, what sort of an answer is that? To me, that is a bit too much.” The king shudder.

All Aiden wanted was peace and quiet to finish his novel. Instead, a drop of blood on a forgotten painting awakens Kaelan—an ancient naga prince bound by centuries of silence. Beautiful, arrogant, and demanding worship, Kaelan turns Aiden’s secluded retreat into something far stranger. Now myth walks his halls, and Aiden can’t decide if he’s living a dream… or falling into a trap he can’t escape.

They say the body has memory. I didn’t believe that until I started waking up soaked in sweat and c*m, my heart racing, my fingers trembling, my lips parted as if I’d been whispering his name in sleep. But I never even knew his real name. I remember his voice though, how it curled around me like smoke, soft and deep, commanding yet kind, dark and dangerous. He never touched me. Never laid a hand on me. But I came so hard, I cried. Now, every night, I crave it. That voice. That whisper that made my knees weak. That sin I never thought I’d want. I thought I was straight. Now, I’m not even sure I’m sane. And I think I’d ruin myself just to hear it again. For 25 years, Zayn lived in a world of straight expectations, dating girls, chasing pleasure that always ended in silence and frustration. Sex was a routine, not release. Until one bored night, chasing a thrill, he said yes to something different. A man in a club offered him more than money, he offered a secret, a night of satisfaction like he’d never known. But when Zayn entered that hotel room, he didn’t expect him, the rich, cold, dangerously alluring heir of a conservative empire, whose father publicly condemns everything he hides in the dark. What started as a one-night experiment turned into a dangerous addiction. Without a single touch, Zayn was broken open, undone, and made to scream, cry, and beg, only through sound. Now, even back home, Zayn trembles when he hears his voice in dreams, in memory, in madness. His sheets are always wet. His nights are restless. His body wants more. And the worst part? He's starting to want him, too. 18+ WARNING This story contains explicit male-male content, intense erotic scenes, and psychological seduction. If you're not ready for a world where a voice can break you, proceed cautiously. Read at your discretion.

What Love Feels Like (At Seventeen) At seventeen, love is supposed to feel like the movies. Big. Obvious. Forever. But for Phuwin, Krit, and Mali— it feels more like confusion, late-night overthinking, and pretending you’re okay when you’re not. After Phuwin’s first real heartbreak, the three friends find themselves stuck between what love is supposed to be… and what it actually feels like. Between chaotic school days, stupid arguments, shared laughter, and quiet moments they don’t talk about, they start asking questions no one really knows how to answer: Why does love hurt more than it should? Why do we stay when we know we shouldn’t? And how do you know if what you felt was ever real? Because at seventeen, love isn’t simple. It’s messy. It’s loud. It’s confusing. And sometimes… it’s not love at all.

“In my last life, I was a corporate shark. I settled million-dollar lawsuits before breakfast. Now? I’m scrubbing the floor of a Prince who behaves like a spoiled toddler.” When CEO advisor Elara dies from overwork, she wakes up as a low-ranking maid in the Palace of Oakhaven. Her boss is Prince Bastian—the infamous "Trash Prince." He’s lazy, he’s drunk, and he’s the laughingstock of the Empire. But Elara’s sharp eyes see the truth: The "Trash" is a mask. The Prince is playing a dangerous game of survival against his murderous siblings. Armed with a mop and the coldest stare in the kingdom, Elara decides to "fix" the Prince. If he wants to be King, he’ll have to listen to her. And if he doesn’t? She’ll just have to slap some sense into him first.

"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.

Ang Mutya Ng Section E- Book 1 , with most accurate English Translation. ( Hi from me for international Fans!). Don't forget to pour in your thoughts in the comment section while reading. ( This way we can enjoy reading each other thoughts as well. Okay?) Trust me- reading is so much more than watching the series! Now Dive In !

Greek mythology is a very popular story that everyone knows. But it would be worse if it weren't for the intervention of a goddess from the Olympian pantheon. She never appeared not because she was unpopular But because she was too busy solving the problems of the gods. If anyone knows her, her catchphrase is always "What trouble are you causing?"