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"It doesn't matter to me if you're engaged or not, I will seduce you.” Azrael said as he gently kissed the back of her palm. *** Ashelia de Orlan’s birth caused her mother to fall into a terrible terminal illness, but no one in the manor ever blamed her for it. If anyone so much as looked at her with the slightest disdain, her father’s knights made sure they were never seen again. Still, she couldn’t stop feeling guilty. She felt responsible for something she never did, and because of that, she made a deal with her shady fiancé, Prince Reagan, to keep her already dying mother barely alive at the cost of her own freedom. But one night, everything changed. During Prince Reagan’s birthday banquet, the rumoured madman Azrael von Eldrath, Archduke of a neighbouring country, barged in uninvited and turned the whole hall upside down. One look from him made her heart race, Still, she couldn’t afford to fall for anyone else. She had already made a vow. But Azrael refuses to let her be until she denounces the second prince and chooses him instead!

When an archivist, Evelyn Hale, accidentally uncovers a centuries-old fae ring her tidy, predictable life collapses into visions of a forgotten war, political lies, and one very irritated art dealer who suddenly has pointy ears and opinions about her safety. The ring shows her the truth. The fae want her silenced. And he… wants to collect his past. Too bad the ring has already decided she’s the one who’s going to expose everything.

Transmigrated as a beautiful CEO, everything is within reach of her hands. Wealth, Power, and Influence. And she also possesses the system. Starting point high with all the helps from the universe, what could go wrong? What?! She is in a world similar to the combination of novels. What! The most hated sadomasochistic-SM-CEO and his wife, novel theme, and her half-sister was a heroine. Side characters never ever had a good time as the world revolves around them. Our CEO knows this and her worries increase. What?! Another novel theme shows up in this world and it's a stallion one. Messed up and you still tell me... Heaven! That's not all, she is supposed to be a member of the harem of the male protagonist. ****! our CEO shoves a middle finger at the world and strangles the system. What in the world have you brought me here for? Companions, enemies, connections, and successes are all meant for her to walk through. Each step, every struggle will be her monument. Rising to the top of the pyramid, overlooking from above, everything within her grasp. Prove to the world, a woman can hold up half the sky. First, Let me find a way to divorce this engagement with Lin Fan. Former Title: My system helps me become a cold, beautiful, elegant C.E.O

A law professor hiding his origin. A student who falls for him. And one secret that ties them both to the Marino name. Falling in war. Jace Marino lives two lives. Respected law professor by day, mafia heir by blood. He swore he’d left his family’s world behind, until a quiet student named Julian Pole walks into his class and turns everything upside down. Julian thinks he’s just fallen for the wrong man until he discovers the truth. Jace isn’t just his professor. He’s a Marino. And now Julian’s caught between love, lies, and one of the most dangerous families in New York

|SEASON 2 OF CLAXTON · BREAKING INTO TWO PARTS DUE TO SIZE| | WATTPAD CREATORS PROGRAM| The Octopus Man is growing stronger, and so is Tracey. Makenna must find her way to the Bermuda Triangle to protect the Human and Magic Worlds before the young apprentice becomes the claxton he is destined to be. *** Since Makenna Delling discovered she is a Metamorphic Fairy, nothing in her life has been simple. Having just finished her sophomore year of high school, she and Tracey must travel to the undersea city of Atlantis to stop Tracey from falling victim to his own power... the power of the claxton. Ash, a Wizard Fairy, is on a secret mission from Coutarine Island to help them. However, the Octopus Man remains active and vows to drag Tracey to the Bermuda Triangle. Because of this, Ash must teach Makenna and Tracey Special Spells—spells that will help them win their battle against the Octopus Man. It is now even more crucial that Makenna becomes a Merfairy Metamorphic Fairy. The Human and Magic Worlds are colliding in an event similar to something that happened seventeen years ago. What does this event have to do with Makenna, Tracey, and Ash? How will the teens reach Atlantis without the Kraken destroying them before confronting the Octopus Man? Most importantly, will Makenna ever find her long-lost family member? *** *Main tropes: Love triangle and friends-to-lovers.* *Note: My writing style is 3rd-person omniscient, so please judge it accordingly. Thank you!*

[Mature Content] Alessia wanted nothing more than to escape the mafia and its ruthless Don who claimed to be her father. ... "I already told you what I wanted." Dervan said without a change in expression. "Become my wife." Alessia froze. His wife? He wanted her to be his wife?! She glared at him icily. "You want a murderer for a wife? What kind of person do you think I am? I'm not a fool who would fall for such an obvious trap!" ... Alessia's life has been miserable ever since she was brought into the mafia. Almost everyday was a waking nightmare and the little happiness she managed to gain at times was taken away from her in a flash. Things seemed to turn out for the worse when her assignment to assassinate a popular CEO's precious daughter is found out by none other than Dervan Salviati, the powerful owner of the largest cooperation in the whole country. And he wanted a criminal like her to be his wife...? Seriously?! Still, Alessia had no other choice than to accept his absurd offer to escape her so-called father, without a clue of what exactly she was getting herself into...

He saved her from one monster to become her own. Bought at a Yakuza auction, Nicole’s innocence was a currency for cruel men. Until Kenji Soma took her. For six years, he was her ghost, her captor, her obsession. Now, the ruthless billionaire heir has come to collect. His price? Her absolute submission—in his boardroom and in his bed. He’ll use her body as his canvas for pleasure and pain, teaching her that the line between hatred and need is the thinnest of all. To survive the war raging around them, she must surrender to the one man who promises to ruin her in the most exquisite ways.

His lips hovered near her ear, his voice a dark whisper against her skin. "You may fear me, little bride, but I will teach your body to crave me… to need me, until I am all you ever want." --- Belle was never meant to be the bride. But when her parents cried to her about how her beautiful sister could not be married to such a man, she was forced to take her sister’s place. To prevent war between the two worlds of humans and vampires, the kings decided to sign a peace treaty with a marriage, but the only man they could offer for this marriage was a vampire said to be mad and completely heartless. When they said heartless, they meant really heartless, but Belle, being a naive girl her whole life, had no idea what she was stepping into by agreeing to this marriage. At first, he appeared innocent, a man completely opposite to all the rumors around him, until she slowly began to realize every single thing said about the mad vampire was true, or perhaps even worse! He was a man who walked in the path of darkness. He knew no light and showed no mercy, even to those who were not his enemies. He had no heart to love, no emotions but dark ones to feel for anything or anyone. But all of a sudden, when he set his eyes on her, he decided he wanted to keep her, and Belle's naive world began to take a different turn because the mad vampire was hellbent on tainting her innocent soul. Expect "Now, can we forget this happened and enjoy the night?" He arched an amused brow at her, making Belle's heart drop to her stomach as she recalled the so-called wedding night. She hurriedly pulled away from him, her face flaming with embarrassment. From everything she had heard about this night, she was not ready to experience it with this man. The women whispering about it in Mr. Marchant's shop had said one would hate their husband's presence after it and be disgusted by the act. It was not an act meant for pleasure for any woman but torture. Now that she realized her husband would do the same with her, she swallowed hard and nervously clutched her dress. "I...I am not feeling well, My Lord, I—" "Rohan," he cut her off with a tone of amusement. "Use my name when you address me, sweetheart. You looked quite energetic when you tried to go after the ring for someone who isn't feeling well, but," he sighed softly, "I've always been a generous man. I won't let you stress yourself tonight." Belle began to sigh in relief and smile in her mind that he wouldn't push her for the wedding night ceremony. She was even about to part her lips and agree that he was indeed generous and even offer him a thank you when he continued to speak, causing the momentary relief to be replaced by dread. "I will pamper you tonight, and you won’t have to lift a hand. I will give you all the pleasure since you are feeling unwell. Take it as the first lesson in my plan to make you forget love and welcome lust." "...!" "Lie on the bed for me, Isa." Belle felt her throat go dry at that strict command. "I...I..." She began but could not find any words to say to make him spare her tonight. What had she got herself into? Belle thought as a pit seemed to form in her stomach, a deep, gnawing dread. "Do you need me to carry you to the bed, or would you rather walk there yourself?" Rohan questioned with dark mirth in his voice and eyes as he watched her like a hawk. He could tell she was nervous, but what to do? She had brought herself into his world. Belle began to walk slowly to the bed at a snail’s pace, as if delaying it would help prevent the dreadful act from happening tonight. She could feel him following closely behind her. When she reached the bed, she used her shaky hands to move the drapes aside and carefully sat at the edge of it, her hands folded nervously on her lap. She felt his piercing gaze on her, but she dared not look up at him. "Lie down," he ordered softly. MATURE CONTENT, NO RAPE!!

In a world scarred by the rise of biomechanical warfare and the shadow of an enigmatic syndicate known only as Ragnarök, one girl stands at the edge of revolution. April, a seemingly ordinary 20-year-old living in the fractured remnants of a future society, hides a past drenched in trauma and secrets. Blinded and deafened during a harrowing attempt to escape her abusive father—a man who destroyed her family—April is forced into a life of silence and darkness. But everything changes after an experimental surgery implants nanotech into her skull, technology far beyond anything humanity should possess. Now, April sees without eyes and hears through a new kind of sense. The nanotech has awakened a dormant potential in her—a  sigil etched behind her head shaped like Two-angelic wings. It’s not just a symbol. It’s her Gear, a powerful combat system linked to ancient animalistic and Zodiac powers—each wielder embodying a creature of legend. When she joins a covert organization aiming to dismantle Ragnarok, April discovers she’s not alone. Other Gear wielders now fight beside her. Read às April navigates brutal missions and highschool halls alike—where rivals like Tessa Lane threaten her sanity with cruel mind games—she must balance normalcy and the battlefield. Every encounter pushes her closer to the truth: about her powers, her family, and Ragnarök’s true purpose. The deeper April digs, the more the lines blur between ally and enemy. With Ragnarök’s agents—like the cold and calculating River Hoss—looming on the horizon, April must decide who she’s willing to trust, who she’s ready to fight, and how far she’ll go to protect what little she has left. The world doesn’t need a hero. It needs a weapon. And it just found one.

(Yandere!princes x reader) When (Y/N) finally returns to Earth, she expects to find a rebuilt world where her people can thrive. Little does she know, five princes are ready to do anything to get her, even kill and hurt her people. Where love is religion and mistakes lead to death, can (Y/N) really escape with her people? Or is she too far gone?

“The end of the world was her fault or so they made it seem.” Doctor Riven Callis, the genius who devoted her life to saving Earth, found the solution humanity needed. But instead of glory, she met betrayal. The powerful twisted her creation into a weapon and silenced her with death. Two years later, she is reborn as Willow Sterling. By the time she turns eighteen, the world has almost recovered from the apocalypse and her new life is only just beginning. This time, Willow has her journey clearly drawn out. Clear her name and seize the future stolen from her. But what she doesn't expect is four strangers joining her journey. A grim assassin who kills without hesitation. A narcissistic bully who won’t leave her alone. A boy next door that seems harmless... or at least pretends to be. And a battle-scarred warrior who has only ever known war. Want to know how Willow rebuilds the world that she ended with her army of four?

(A spin-off of “Submitting to My Ex-Uncle”. However, can be read alone) ……… He ruined her once. Now, she belongs to another man. Three years after Elias shattered her heart and disappeared, Amara has rebuilt her life. Or at least, pretended to. Her books are bestsellers now, her name was highly adored, and her smile well practiced. However, when the ghosts of her past resurface, she does the unthinkable. She immediately marries Travis Alden. Cold. Brilliant. Dangerous. A man who doesn’t believe in love but needs a wife for reasons of his own. It was supposed to be a business arrangement. No touch. No feelings. And no complications. Until Elias returns. Her first love, and her greatest sin. A fire she thought she buried comes roaring back to life. Travis tempts her with safety and devotion. Slowly, he even began to show her what love really felt like. Meanwhile, Elias drags her back into the darkness she once called home. He still looks at her like she’s the only prayer he ever learned to say. And when he whispers mine against her skin, the line between past and present blurs dangerously. In a world where desire is a weapon and love is the deadliest addiction, Amara must decide which man she’s willing to burn for. The husband who would kill to keep her, or the ex who already destroyed her once? ………. “I love my marriage, Elias.” She said it too quickly. The words escaped her lips like a reflex, and not a truth. Elias’s eyes darkened. He stepped closer, slow and deliberate, until the air between them felt charged enough to burn them. “Do you?” he asked, voice low. Too low. It trembled with everything between pain and hunger. “Then why do your pupils dilate when I walk in, Amara?” She swallowed hard, her spine pressing lightly against the wall behind her. He was close enough for her to feel the whisper of his breath near her temple “You don’t get to do this anymore.” She gasped at him. He smiled. “Do what? Remind you what it felt like to actually want someone?” Her pulse raced; she hated that he could still read it, and still hear it. “Stop it.” Elias reached up, brushing a loose strand of her hair back behind her ear. His fingertips grazed her skin, light as a ghost, and yet she felt it everywhere. “You can tell him you love him all you want,” he murmured, his lips just an inch from her ear, “but just don’t look at him like this when you do.” She exhaled sharply, trying to turn away, but he caught her wrist gently, not to restrain her, just to remind her. “Because that look…” he whispered, his voice breaking slightly, “this look used to be mine.”

The twins, Zach and Mark, struggle to survive in a world brimming with hatred and anger directed solely at them. Rejected and cast out by their parents at just one year old, they spent the next several years being cared for by different relatives, only to be fully abandoned by their family at age nine. Every day is a battle for survival, with no certainty of their next meal. Their bodies bear fresh wounds layered atop old scars, offering no time or peace to heal. One day, mysterious beings summon them, promising a life filled with boundless love and care. Follow the twins as they shed their old selves and embrace their new identities as the Twin Demon Chaos. Along the way, they will meet their future mate, the Infernal Slayer Bane, and grow up in a wondrous new world among the Heavenly Clans. FYI, I use Grammarly Pro to check spelling, grammar, syntax, tone, and punctuation for consistency. I also rely on it for proofreading and editing, but I can guarantee my novel is born purely from my imagination—with a little AI help for name generation, since I'm terrible at naming!

“Let me lick it clean,” said Xie Daiyu as he looked at Ruan Chanchan’s wound. Hearing his suggestion, Ruan Chanchan paused and looked at the mer in shock. She pursed her lips and said to him, “You are kidding me. Aren’t you?” “Why do you think I am joking?” The mer asked with a tilt of his head. Ruan Chanchan gritted her teeth and said, “Because the wound is not somewhere you can just lick me.” “What's the matter?” Xie Daiyu asked with an innocent expression, even though his lips were about to curl in a smirk. “You are a beast woman, and I am a beast mer… this is nothing.” He pushed Ruan Chanchan down on the ground, his fingers skimming against her inner thigh. “It will be over in a matter of seconds.” Like hell it did! She ended up becoming the mother of his child. ** “This is not how you are supposed to do it.” With a frown, Rong Xian stared at her. The mer was usually silent, but today he was unusually chatty. Ruan Chanchan rolled her eyes while peering out of a boulder. She was staring at the sea while trying to look for the prince of the Basilosauruses. Her eyes kept flickering as she said to the mer behind her, “I need to talk with the prince, no matter what.” “Oh, and what do you want to talk to him about?” “Just about the salt trade.” “And what are you going to offer him in return?” the mer asked with a tilt of his head. Ruan Chanchan frowned at his question. She turned to look at him before saying, “What can I offer? At most, we can discuss some kind of cooperation.” Rong Xian licked his lips as he moved forward. He caught hold of the woman and turned her around as he pressed her against the boulder. “I don’t know about cooperation, but we can discuss copulation. What do you say, Miss Ruan? Do you want this prince to give you a litter of little basilosauruses?” ** “You need to put more strength into it,” said Liang Feng. His brows were furrowed as he looked at the weak woman who was trying to pull the fang out of her arm. Ruan Chanchan frowned and scowled at the mer. She said to him, “Do you think that it's so easy?! Why don’t you do it if you think that it's that easy?” The mer sighed and crouched down. He reached out and caught Ruan Chanchan’s arm in his hands and, without waiting for the woman to say anything else, he pulled the fang out of her arm. “AHHH—urk!” Ruan Chanchan’s scream came to a sudden halt when the mer fed her a piece of flame fruit, which was sweet and delicious. “Feeling alright?” Liang Feng asked with a tilt of his head. Ruan Chanchan nodded, and the mer smiled. “Good girl.” ** Kaboom! “You have to be kidding me!” That's how Ruan Chanchan felt after landing in a prehistoric world where not only did a gender other than men and women exist, but on top of that, these people could turn into beastmen! The second she arrived, Ruan Chanchan was almost squashed to death — but somehow she managed to escape. Don’t ask her how she did it; Ruan Chanchan still had some ptsd due to that incident. But if that was not bad enough, the world where she landed was also about to end. Great. Let the world know that Ruan Chanchan had offended some great immortal somewhere. Now, if she wanted to survive, then not only did she have to teach these beastmen how to farm, cook and clean themselves—You don’t want to get her started on how dirty these beastmen could be without knowing how to clean their hands and shower every day. And raw meat—yuck. Easy? Not! Not only did she transmigrate into the body of a fool, but she also ended up becoming the only beast woman who had no beast form. With a broken beast nucleus, Ruan Chanchan couldn’t find a single person who would willingly trust her. Fortunately, she had a supermarket system with her. Watch her use cotton balls and antiseptic ointments to stop the minor bleeding of the beastmen and use common antiparasitic medications to save a dying beast cub.

Spaceships. Orbital stations. Virtual worlds. Incomprehensible aliens. A pan-galactic society where humanity is a minority. Humanoid robots. Artificial intelligences. Journeys beyond the universe. Time travel. Psi powers. Space battles. Distant gods. Video games. Servers where one can live their afterlife. Utopian societies. The Blind Gods have all this and more.

This is the story of a young man who lives a dark life of a playboy, he chases the feeling of pleasure and feeds his sexual appetite in the expense of every girl that falls for him. Within his sexual appetite, things like drama and toxicity take place in this story but he puts all of these elements to tell his truth, the ugly truth in the most beautiful story.

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After her grandfather's death, Bai Hanyun was disowned by her parents and cast out of the Bai family. With nowhere else to go, she left the city and returned to the countryside. There, by a twist of fate, she discovered an antique mirror hidden in the basement of her newly purchased home. From that moment on, strange events began to unfold—until one day, she stumbled upon a prayer from a young general. Feng Xiyan, besieged by the Yuezhi Tribe and betrayed by the imperial court, had been driven into a desperate corner. With no access to water, food, or medicine, he and the citizens of Xiqiang City could do nothing but await death. But just as all hope seemed lost, Heaven intervened. From that moment on, the Feng Army and the people of Xiqiang City had enough food and water, living lives more prosperous than even the Emperor himself.

The Valehart estate was a garden of silver lilies. Every petal gleamed like moonlight on steel, every step echoed grace and silence — exactly as the house demanded. For centuries, House Valehart had been the Empire’s diplomats, the voice that soothed where others shouted. They were the noble house of peace and polish — the masters of negotiation, the Empire’s silver tongue. But Serene Valehart had always felt wrong in her own home. When her cousins practiced curtsies, she watched the guards spar in the courtyard, her eyes tracing every swing of the blade. When her tutors recited the laws of diplomacy, she memorized them — then imagined how to parry each argument as if it were an attack. She excelled in every lesson. Her words were soft, her steps measured, her smile flawless. She was the perfect daughter of a perfect house. But that wasn’t the only her. --- When the manor slept, Serene crept into the old forge behind the eastern gardens — a place half-swallowed by ivy and shadow. Once, it had been used to craft ornamental blades for noble ceremonies. Now, it was forgotten — quiet, cold, alive only with the scent of soot and iron. Old Joren, the blacksmith, never told on her. He simply watched as she stood beside him, eyes bright with something fierce and unspoken. “Doesn’t it hurt?” she asked once, when a spark leapt and burned his arm. “Every strike leaves a mark,” he said with a faint smile. “That’s how you know it’s becoming something.” Serene touched the glowing metal, feeling its warmth pulse through her skin. > “Then I’ll learn to take the marks,” she whispered. --- Years passed. The silver lilies bloomed each spring, and the Valehart daughter grew into the image her family had crafted — calm, articulate, unblemished. She spoke with grace that silenced rooms, smiled in ways that ended arguments, and bowed with elegance that won peace. Yet beneath her silk gloves were faint scars — pale lines across her palms, hidden proof of who she truly was. So when the Royal Knight Academy sent its call for new initiates, when noble daughters dreamt of betrothals and noble sons of command — Serene Valehart packed her sword instead. Her father called it folly. Her mother said nothing — only tied her daughter’s braid with a silver ribbon and whispered, “Keep your balance, my dear.” The morning she left, the manor was silent. The lilies swayed in the wind as if bowing farewell. At the gate, Serene looked back once. The marble walls glimmered under sunlight, perfect and distant — the prison she’d once called home. She stepped into the carriage, her blade resting across her knees. > Grace is might unseen. That was the Valehart creed. She had lived by it all her life. Now, she would show them what it truly meant. The carriage wheels turned. The estate faded into the morning haze. And softly, as the road stretched before her, Serene whispered — > “Even lilies bleed.” Patron: https://www.patreon.com/JayKJ?utm_campaign=creatorshare_creator