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Bound To A Billionaire Villain

Clara Lovesteen has always had a dark side. Known to many as a snob and highbrow, being new money means one thing: sparkle high and never look down because if you blink —you could drop at any moment. The one thing keeping Clara from total corruption is her father’s ever fleeting approval —and generous allowance. Her whole life she’d barely skated the line of a high scale life; borrowed designer heels, maxed credit cards, and just enough charisma and daddy’s money to get by in a prestigious college without ever getting her hands dirty. And so far, no one had ever doubted her authenticity. With only one semester left until graduation, she crosses paths with Cyra Blackthorne, the secret billionaire heir of an old-world aristocratic dynasty that no one dares to ask questions about. No interviews. No history. No leaks. Just whispered and inherited power. Their collision changes everything when they are bound by something neither of them understands — something ancient, electric, cosmic and impossible to outrun. Clara must risk her pampered life to fight a darkness that has already chosen her. A strange, supernatural power that she never asked for but cannot escape. The glittering world she grew up in begins to show its veiled sharper edges—where high society is less champagne and smiles and more illicit wars, old-money secrets, and power masked as civility. Cyra may be the only one who can teach her to survive it… But he might also be the one to make her darkness blossom. Is she the spark that softens a villain, or the catalyst that completes one? Together they might save the world. Or burn straight through it.
Alaura90 · 6.2k Views

I Just Wanted A Soft Life, Not A Demon Husband

Death by overwork? Check. Isekai’d into a glittery kingdom called Aelthryndivoryssalindria, yes, that's the name but I call it Aelthryn, because who has time for that? Double check. All I wanted was a soft life filled with pastries, naps, and no husband. But five years into my new life as Princess Elyndravyssorathielindria Sylvarindelthys—Elyn, please, God knows why the names are so difficult to pronounce—my father demands I marry. But explain to me why all the potential suitors look like they were picked up from the fucking gutter? I kid you not. one of them literally suggested teaching me to ride a horse and guess who found out he could not ride one at all and at the end of the day cried begging for his mother...me. And that's just one. There's also the fact that I don't want to even get married. So in a panic, after scaring my suitors away, I tell my father I'm in love with Zorathys Vaelkyrion. What I didn't plan for was the fact that Zorathys is real, he’s at our annual ball, and he’s calling me his lover to settle Dad’s debts. Now I’m stuck in the Underworld, managing Hell’s paperwork, babysitting demon nobles, and dodging a giant snake with a sweet tooth. Oh, and Zor? A lazy, body-pillow-hugging tease who makes my heart race. Worse, every escape portal dumps me in his bedroom, and he’s not so bad. But when I stumble into a plot to overthrow him, my soft-life dreams might cost me everything—unless I fight for the husband I never wanted. Send help please, I just wanted a soft life and not a demon husband.. --------------------- "...you can't marry my daughter," my father said to the demon king and I nodded. "...she...she's gay. Yes," he said with a nod like that was the most reasonable explanation ever. "She's into girls." I was shocked and stared at him then back at the demon king who paused. Maybe this could work after all. I nodded too, supporting my father's words. The demon king smiled then. "What good taste you have, there's a reason why we belong to each other after all. I'm into women too." What?
Kaguya01 · 18.5k Views

The Lazy Cannon Fodder,Who Became His Destiny

Xiao Xi never expected to die after binge-reading her favorite novel— nor did she expect to wake up inside it. Transmigrated into the body of a beautiful but doomed D-list actress, Xiao Xi becomes the very cannon fodder who dies in the first three chapters. Her new life should have ended there. Except this time… she wakes up with a mysterious System, the ability to steal luck, and the memories of a future that was never hers. Worse— the man fated to die before the novel even begins, the cold and untouchable CEO Gu Yanzhou, is suddenly alive… and reborn. Two broken destinies collide. One was supposed to vanish. One was supposed to never exist. And now both lives are spiraling off the original plot in ways the world cannot contain. Thrown into a viral reality show, Xiao Xi becomes an overnight superstar while dodging jealous rivals, malicious systems, alternate timelines, and a corrupted entity obsessed with possessing her soul. But through every trial, Gu Yanzhou stays by her side— a man who remembers death, who refuses to lose her again, and who silently, fiercely, desperately loves her. As Xiao Xi evolves from cannon fodder to Guardian, she discovers her true power: not the System, not the luck she steals, but the love that can rewrite worlds. Together, they will defy fate. Fight corrupted systems. Break every timeline. And claim a future strong enough to hold both their hearts. A future filled with passion, war, healing… and eventually, a family of their own. A story of rebirth, power, destiny—and the love that conquers it all.
Vvian · 22.8k Views

Marked by the Alpha Boss [BL]

Steam clung to the mirror, fogging up the glass as Seo-jun braced both hands on the sink, trembling. Sweat slicked his skin, the room spinning with heat not caused by the shower. His body was betraying him—again. He didn’t hear the door open until Min-jae’s voice sliced through the haze. Min-jae: "You’re not answering me. What the hell’s going on with you, Seo-jun?" Seo-jun flinched. Seo-jun: "I—I said I’m fine. Just let me—" Min-jae: "Bullshit." He grabbed the fogged-up glass door and yanked it open, eyes narrowing as his gaze fell on Seo-jun’s flushed face, his shaking legs, the way his towel clung too tightly to damp skin. Min-jae: "You’re burning up. Are you out of blockers?" Before Seo-jun could answer, a heavier presence entered the room behind Min-jae. Do-hyun: "…Seo-jun?" His tone was low, more careful, but there was tension in it—something dangerous. Seo-jun tried to straighten, failed. He clutched the sink harder. Seo-jun: "D-Don’t come closer. I can’t… I can’t think—" Do-hyun’s eyes darkened instantly. Do-hyun: "Shit. He’s in heat." Min-jae: (voice like steel) "And we’re both in rut." Seo-jun’s breath hitched. His scent was thick in the air now—sweet, addictive, like something forbidden. Seo-jun: "Leave. Please—just leave. Before I—" Do-hyun: (stepping closer, voice rough and low) "You think we’re just gonna walk out and leave you like this? When you can barely stand? When your body’s screaming for us?" Min-jae: "You should’ve told us." Seo-jun: (softly, voice breaking) "I didn’t want you to see me like this…" Do-hyun: "We’ve already seen you on your knees in the boardroom, pretty boy." He smirked, eyes hungry. "You think this is worse?" Min-jae: (stepping in, firm grip closing around Seo-jun’s wrist) "Stop pretending. You’re ours." Seo-jun’s lips parted, a shiver wrecking through him as he whispered: Seo-jun: "Min-jae…" Do-hyun: "Tell us to stop. Right now. Say it, and we will." Silence. Just Seo-jun’s shallow, ragged breaths. The soft, desperate sound of a whimper tore from his throat as he squeezed his eyes shut. Seo-jun: "…I can’t." Min-jae: (leaning in, his breath against Seo-jun’s neck) "Good. Then let us take care of you." Do-hyun: "Together." He closed the distance, his hand slipping behind Seo-jun’s neck, grounding him. The towel fell to the floor with a soft, wet sound. Two bodies closed in, all heat and need. Seo-jun gasped as Do-hyun’s mouth found his collarbone while Min-jae pressed against his back, a low growl rumbling in his throat. Min-jae: "We’ll make you feel so good, baby. You won’t even remember the pain." Do-hyun: "Just focus on us. Let it all go." The last thing Seo-jun thought before everything blurred into heat and surrender was how wrong it should be… and how right it felt to finally fall apart in their arms.
Noor_8874 · 202.7k Views

The Side Character: I'm not the Female Lead

I was nothing special. A shut-in. A chubby, ordinary girl who blended into the background like a shadow. Easy to ignore. Easier to mock. The world never ran out of ways to remind me I didn’t belong. Cruel jokes in hallways. Laughter that followed me home. Words sharper than blades, carving deeper than bruises ever could. Bit by bit, I shrank into myself until there was nothing left but silence and the weight of my own loneliness. That night, I decided I’d had enough. The chair creaked under me. The rope swayed above. My room was still, suffocating, as if the world didn’t care whether I breathed or not. And maybe it didn’t. Then—music. It came from the neighbor’s stereo, muffled through the thin walls. A single voice cutting into the darkness. A voice that shouldn’t have reached me, but did. Strong. Raw. Alive. It wrapped around me like a hand pulling me back from the edge. The lyrics told me not to hide my light. That even if it flickered, it still burned. I gasped, stumbling from the chair, clutching my chest as though those words had physically struck me. Tears blurred my vision, but for the first time in forever, they weren’t from pain—they were from something I thought I’d lost. Hope. That voice saved me. His voice. Eric. The lead singer of AUREA—the boyband that would one day become gods in the music world. To me, he wasn’t just an idol. He was my lifeline. And then . . . years later, when he died, the world mourned. I mourned. The one who saved me, the reason of my life, was gone, ripped from life far too soon. I thought it was over. But fate had other plans. One desperate wish, one shattered night, and when I opened my eyes—I was ten years in the past. Before the world knew AUREA. Before Eric was swallowed by fame. Before his voice was silenced forever. I’m just Emy—ordinary, clumsy, and invisible to most. But this time . . . it’s my turn. Eric saved me once. Now, I’ll save him. No matter what it takes.
MiuNovels · 64.4k Views

EPIGLOTTIS

The novel opens with Elara Vane, known only by her cold precision and her devastating vow to silence the House of Kaelen - the powerful, corrupt dynasty responsible for the execution of her father, Arthur Vane. Her father, an honest city architect, was murdered after exposing Kaelen's financial crimes, his memory silenced by the state. Elara’s quest is driven by the dark irony of the novel’s title, Epiglottis - the biological flap that prevents choking. She aims to ensure the Kaelen name, its legacy, and it's very breath, can never pass into the future. Elara’s methods are not those of a killer, but an architect of ruin. Her strikes are psychological and systemic, designed to preserve the Kaelen shell while poisoning its core. She begins by orchestrating the financial and social collapse of the eldest heir, Cassian, banishing him to ignominy. The second blow is even more tragic: deploying the Aesthetic Despondency Oil (ADO), a neuro-chemical weapon designed by her compromised mentor, Professor Thorne, to turn artistic creation into profound psychological pain for the daughter, Seraphina. Seraphina's resulting public breakdown ensures the loss of a crucial political marriage. As the dynasty begins to crumble, Elara encounters her greatest obstacle and most tragic complication: Commander Joric Tahl, the Head of Kaelen Security. Joric is a man of duty, a 'Shield' forced to serve a corrupt house to maintain life support for his critically ill sister, Elena. In their professional meetings - where Elara wears the mask of "Archivist Veridia" - a profound intellectual and moral connection forms. Joric is hunting a ghost; Elara is the ghost, and their shared despair over the city's corruption binds them in a devastating, impossible attraction. The tragic climax begins when Elara attempts the final, financial strike against Valen Kaelen, only to be blocked by the A-V-LOCK, the impenetrable firewall designed by her own murdered father. This failure forces Elara to abandon her moral code and plan a final, biological attack - the Mnemotic Lapse agent - targeting the youngest, most innocent Kaelen son, Elias, through the city's nutrient supply chain (The Citadel Gardens). The confrontation at the Citadel is the devastating turning point. Joric, having traced the biological threat and realized Elara's identity, arrives with the antidote. He confronts her, not with a weapon, but with a challenge: whether her father's "silent justice" truly extends to the erasure of a child's mind. Elara's resolve breaks, but the compound is accidentally released, contaminating the entire Kaelen food source. In the aftermath, Joric makes his agonizing choice: he cannot save the Kaelen name, but he must save Elena. He spares Elara, extracting a final pact - she must deliver the evidence of Valen Kaelen’s crimes, including the A-V-LOCK key, to ensure the dynasty’s public, total exposure, which would secure a new, honest government that would protect Elena. Elara complies, trading her freedom for the truth. In the epilogue, the Kaelen dynasty is utterly erased. Joric becomes a respected advisor in the new government, ensuring Elena's safety. Elara Vane, the architect of ruin, chooses the required silence, living as a quiet librarian in a distant coastal town. Her vengeance is complete, having restored her father's truth. Her final piece of closure is a new copy of her father’s book, delivered by Joric, bearing the inscription: The Epiglottis protects the breath. The truth sets it free. The silent vengeance leads not to further death, but to a collective breath of freedom for the city.
Akinsola_Oluwaseyi · 1.5k Views