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He's the school's golden boy—rich, popular, and the captain of the basketball team. Everyone notices him, everyone wants him… except her. She's quiet, simple, and blends into the background. When fate keeps throwing them together, sparks fly in the most unexpected ways. Can the noisy, bright world of a basketball star and the gentle, soft world of a shy girl find harmony?

[MATURE CONTENT: 18+ ONLY. HEAVY SMUTS, POSSESIVE AND STRONG SPICY LANGUAGE] I was most definitely tempted, because those initial thoughts drifted to much dirtier territory as I imagined Stevie completely naked, straddling my hips as we fucked, those full, firm tits jiggling as she bounced enthusiastically on my cock. It wasn't the first time she'd starred in my illicit fantasies, and my neglected dick was completely on board with the idea, thickening in my slacks as another forbidden vision played through my mind, of pounding into her from behind, her silky hair wrapped tight around my fist. My fingers twitched as I envisioned pulling her head back and holding her in place as I drove deep into her pussy, her soft ass cushioning my driving thrusts as she moaned my name… ——————— She spent a year flirting with Caleb across conference rooms and cocktail parties. One night she stopped flirting and started something she couldn't take back. The plan was to leave by sunrise. Clean. Simple. Nobody had to know. His ex-wife showed up at dawn. Now Caleb needs a girlfriend. A real-looking one, fast, before the custody hearing. He needs it to be Stevie. Two months, fifty thousand dollars, and one very complicated little boy who already likes her more than he should. Stevie knows how to manage a narrative. She does it for a living. She just didn't plan on the narrative managing him.

[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.

Look, I’m Riven Kael. Twenty-eight, data analyst, zero ambition beyond paying rent and avoiding small talk. My life was spreadsheets, instant ramen, and the occasional ghost I pretended not to see. Then one mandatory company gala, because of course it was mandatory, turned into the universe’s worst prank. I touched a cursed amulet. I just touched it. Next thing I know, I’m waking up in a penthouse that costs more than my entire bloodline, sporting a glowing marriage sigil on my wrist, legally and magically hitched to Azryth Valek. Yes, that Azryth Valek. The CEO of half the planet, a walking sin in a three-piece suit, an ancient demon lord who was literally sealed inside said amulet until I accidentally set him free. He says we’re bound. Separation means both of us die slowly and painfully. Soul-consumption optional but very much on the table if I’m stupid enough to fall for him. Which, newsflash, I am not. I’m not. Shut up. So now I’m living with an unfortunately hot CEO from hell, dodging assassination attempts disguised as corporate mergers, banishing spirits that show up at my desk like unpaid interns, and pretending we’re a power couple for the cameras while he smirks like he knows exactly how much I want to strangle him. Or kiss him. Or both. Brain, we are not doing this. I didn’t sign up for boardroom battles, multiversal rifts, or the terrifying realization that the arrogant demon who ruined my life might be the only one who truly sees me. But here I am. Still complaining, still fighting, still falling, against every shred of common sense, hopelessly, stupidly, irrevocably in love. Because when the universe marries you to the devil, it doesn’t ask for consent. It just hands you the ring. And damn it, I’m keeping it.

What do you do when your god calls for you by name? That is what Prince Fidelis has to figure out when Autem, the god of his world, summons him. Princess Serenah, the youngest daughter of King Bayrel wishes for peace. Will she heed Autem's decree to change her kingdom's fate? What lengths will Serenah go to save her future? Trigger warnings: Child abuse, violence

 It all started with losing her mother, getting thrown into a boarding school, and then having the rumored witch-like princess of the kingdom desire her and want her by all means necessary. But it isn't the innocent type of desire she had expected. It's something much darker than she could ever handle.         ****  Sera didn't think her life would ever take a turn for the worst until her worthless father remarried her mother's half sister and, on her orders, sent Sera to a boarding school that was far off in a different kingdom—Elysium High, an all-girls academy for the most prestigious daughters in all of the seven kingdoms.    In Elysium, only the most powerful could survive, as even the prettiest and most innocent-looking faces had skeletons in their closests and would ruin anyone or anything that got in their way. Unfortunately for innocent and naive Sera, she would become the newest prey of Elysium, and everyone wants a piece of the beautiful redhead.     But what happens when the most unexpected person also takes an interest in her?   Electra's name alone was enough to get the entire school shaking in fear. Not only was she the only heir to the most powerful kingdom in the realm, she was also known as the cold-hearted queen of Elysium High. Nothing and no one ever caught Electra's attention, until the arrival of Sera, where everything changed.     And all it took was for clumsy Sera to bump into the most powerful one of them all.  *** THIS BOOK IS RATED 18+! It contains matured content such as: ⁃ Bullying ⁃ Smut (BDSM included) ⁃ Violence. So read with caution, and don't say you weren't warned!

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.

Misty was never evil, never cruel—only unlucky enough to be chosen. When lies, betrayal, and public humiliation tear her life apart, she is forced to survive in a world that enjoys watching her fall. This is not a story about justice. It is a story about what remains after dignity, love, and hope are stripped away.

Rosalia Aragona remembers the taste of salt and the weight of a room going quiet. She doesn’t remember the man. One night is enough to leave her pregnant—and blank where the truth should be. In a small town that values reputation over breath, her family rushes to marry her off to an old man who can swallow scandal like wine. On her wedding day, the church doors open to a stranger’s calm. Giuseppe Falcone crosses the aisle, puts a bullet through her would-be husband, and steals Rosalia away to a private island where the Falcone dynasty lives like royalty behind locked gates. Giuseppe doesn’t ask if the child is his. He claims it. He claims her. And in the Falcone court, claims are law. But Rosalia is not built to break prettily. With every rule she learns, she bargains for another inch of autonomy. With every secret she uncovers, she turns survival into leverage. Because someone engineered her disgrace. Someone took her memory. And the closer she gets to the truth, the more dangerous it becomes—until law, rivals, and bloodline politics converge on the one thing no one can afford to lose. In a world where love is a liability and safety is never free, Rosalia and Giuseppe must decide what kind of family they will be—publicly, permanently—while knowing some consequences will follow them forever.

Behind polished smiles lie hidden truths… and behind every contract, a story no one expects. Ella never imagined that a simple agreement would bind her to a world of wealth, power, and carefully guarded secrets. To everyone else, she’s just a quiet girl in a simple role—but in reality, she is the wife of a man no one truly knows. As cold glances turn into silent tension, and tension into something far more dangerous, Ella finds herself caught between illusion and reality. The man she was never meant to love begins to reveal cracks beneath his perfect mask… and her own past refuses to stay buried. In a world built on appearances, where every smile hides a motive, can love survive the weight of secrets—or will the truth destroy everything?

I—Huà Dìe—never thought I'd bring Wèi Yīlíng to life. As they say, life gives you what you wished for in the most unexpected way. I felt that deeply. I'm the middle child of a famous family: my father and brother are actors, my mother is a singer, and my little sister is... well, little. Dad always wanted me to follow his path. But I never wanted the spotlight—I just wanted to write songs in peace. He made it happen anyway. The director of this new danmei adaptation, Reincarnated As The Tearstone Blade, needed a "fresh face with the natural features of Wèi Yīlíng." And somehow, I had them. So my father threw me into the lights and said: "Let my beloved son be him. I'll at least voice Dark Voice—I have ten other movies to work on anyway!" And that's when my life became a rollercoaster. First time acting. Zero experience. IN A BL DRAMA. Who needs a heart attack when you have a father like this? I don't know what to feel—he wasn't completely wrong to dream, but he wasn't completely right either! Then I met my co-workers. The second lead—Hàng Wàng Wùjī of the story—is played by Ròng Yù, a trendy actor known for historical dramas. Too flirty for me, honestly. I don't know how he fits Wùjī's character when he feels so cheeky even speaking normally. Yet through the lights, cameras, and action, we built a strange friendship. It feels like our roles switch after the cuts. He gets Wèi's soul– Chaotic. I get Wùjī's– peace lover. My father said the "love" in our eyes would just be acting. But now I wonder—did it stay in the boundaries? Or is it turning into something else entirely?

Amara Collins loses everything in one day, her job, her reputation, and her financial security, after being framed for a corporate data breach at Blackwood Holdings. Desperate to support her ailing mother, she never expects the same man who signed her termination letter to offer her a lifeline. Ethan Blackwood, powerful CEO and heir to a corporate empire, is under pressure from his board and investors to stabilize his public image through marriage. His solution is unconventional: a one year contractual marriage with strict rules, no romance, and complete discretion. Amara agrees, on one condition: Ethan must clear her name. What begins as a calculated business arrangement quickly spirals when anonymous threats surface, exposing secrets tied to a classified corporate project known as Project Helix. As hidden enemies move in the shadows, Amara realizes she may have been framed for reasons far bigger than office politics. The more she uncovers, the more dangerous the arrangement becomes. And the line between fake marriage and real feelings starts to blur. In a world built on power, reputation, and control, the greatest risk may not be betrayal, but falling in love with the man who was never meant to be hers.

Imagine, having a normal life, not having everything you wanted but not wanting anymore. living your teenage years with bliss, then sudden betrayal,from someone you swore was a brother to you, Killed by a rich spoilt brat, who hated your guts, And still deciding to give him a second chance. Check it out. I have said perhaps too much.

A highschool experience the hardships of unrequited love from some he had a crush on for years

Willa had been pushed through fifteen foster homes and just about had enough of it. On her eighteenth birthday, her only wish is simple—survive long enough to escape the life she’s trapped in. But that night, a monster crashes into her home and mauls her to death. Except, she doesn’t die. When Willa wakes, she finds herself inside a hidden supernatural academy, surrounded by beings she never knew existed. Worse, everyone believes she is someone else—a girl who mysteriously vanished two months ago. Only Willa knows the truth. And she intend to keep it that way. Pretending to be the missing girl may be dangerous, but it’s still safer than the life she left behind. At least, that’s what Willa thought. Until she meets them. Seven powerful beings bound to her by a fated connection that should never exist. The bond is forbidden. Cursed. Dangerous. Impossible to ignore. As Willa struggles to resist the pull between them, she begins to uncover a truth far more terrifying— the academy dark secrets, who she really is, the ancient power rising inside her, and the enemies older than legends hunting her. Because the monster that attacked her that night wasn’t just meant to kill her. It was meant to erase her from existence.

" you can never be my mate" Vivian William thought she was finally about to feel safe. She walked into the Pack Affairs Office believing she was securing a future only to be destroyed by a single phone call. The man she trusted didn’t hesitate. He laughed as he told her the truth. She was never meant to be his mate. Never chosen. Just a convenient name on paper until the woman he truly wanted arrived. Abandoned. Humiliated. Watched by a pack that thrived on her shame. And with her mother’s life depending on medical coverage she no longer had, Vivian was left with no room to fall apart. That was when a stranger appeared. Finnick Norton was calm in a way that felt dangerous. Sharp-eyed. Controlled. Sitting in a wheelchair, yet carrying a presence that made the room bend around him. He didn’t offer comfort. He didn’t offer lies. He offered marriage. A bond without promises. Without romance. A clean agreement between two people who needed something badly enough to risk everything. Vivian said yes, believing she had nothing left to lose. She didn’t know she had just married the most powerful man in Sunshine City. Finnick Norton isn’t just a stranger. He’s the unseen Alpha behind Finnor Group the empire that rose in silence and now stands above the city’s strongest families. A man who controls without raising his voice. A man who never moves without purpose. At work, Vivian is forced to interview the city’s most mysterious and desired bachelor only to come face to face with her husband hours after marrying him… a man who looks at her like she’s a stranger. But Finnick is always watching. What begins as survival turns into tension. Into restraint. Into something neither of them planned for. Because Vivian was never meant to be temporary. And Finnick Norton never makes a bond he doesn’t intend to keep.

Her perfectly organized world is disrupted when she’s forced to move out of her dorm and into an off-campus apartment because of a flooding incident. Jasmine is a hardworking , serious-minded, and independent art student, who still struggles to heal silently from her past trauma. Her whole life revolves around her art which she sees as therapy while she actively tries to prepare for her final thesis exhibition. But what happens when she realizes that her new roommate is Xavier Alexander? The school’s rugby captain, and the most popular guy on campus. Loud, charismatic, reckless and effortlessly charming, Xavier is everything Jasmine tries to avoid. Her introverted world clashes with his rather bold and unpredictable one. How long can they try to resist each other before the thin line between them is crossed?

AEMIE - childish, slowpoke, exaggerated thinking, accident prone, sweet, kind, super friendly, never runs out of energy, positive thinker when it comes to problems. EZEKIEL - mature, serious, never smiles, bossy, grumpy, snobbish, good at handling things, a perfect decision maker, doesn't make friends, considers everyone as competitors/enemies. What if their paths cross? And have a sudden marriage due to an unexpected event? Are they going to prove that total opposites attract? Or will they break up in the end? How will a girl get along with her mafia boss husband? Can a mafia boss handle his slow wife?

(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

In the Imperial Court, love is a liability and power is the only currency that matters. Seraphine Vale learned this too late in her first life, ending her days at the bottom of a lake on the orders of her husband, the cold and calculating Duke Dorian Ashveil. When she wakes up 365 days before her execution, Seraphine realizes she has been given a second chance—not just to live, but to destroy. Armed with the knowledge of every political scandal, every secret mistress, and every betrayal yet to happen, she begins a lethal game of social chess. She transforms from a docile puppet into a sharp-witted strategist, quietly aligning herself with Dorian’s rivals while maintaining the facade of a devoted spouse. However, the "butterfly effect" is real. As Seraphine changes the timeline, Dorian’s indifference turns into a dark, suffocating obsession. He becomes captivated by the new fire in her eyes, unaware that the woman sharing his bed is the architect of his ruin. As the anniversary of her death approaches, Seraphine must navigate a treacherous landscape of shifting loyalties and a traitorous heart that threatens to forget the coldness of the water for the warmth of his flame.