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Veronica Wilson was just fired from her job. Just when she thought things couldn't get worse, she comes across a man bleeding out in an alleyway. He calls himself Lucas Price, and he claims to be a vampire. Not only that, he asks to drink her blood so that he may live. Thinking that he's just delirious, she agrees to fulfill the last wish of a dying man. She finds out he wasn't just going crazy from blood loss, after all. As a fledgling vampire Veronica has to learn the ropes from Lucas. The hunters who left him near death are still in the city, waiting to deal the finishing blow. She will need to learn how to use her new super powered body and learn magic to stand a chance. It shouldn't be too hard, right?

At the last attempt for peace, Ophelia Valthorn is sacrificed by her ruthless stepfather, Joel Valthorn, to marry the feared Lord Dante Hastings. Ophelia is torn away from her sick brother, whom she loves dearly, and taken across enemy lands, where her every move is scrutinised, and every glance filled with hatred. Dante and Ophelia are guarded against each other until the rise of assassinations and whispers of betrayal within each family forces them to lean on each other. As Ophelia adapts to her new life, she discovers a curse which torments her husband. It is a curse which threatens not only the truce but Ophelia’s life. Will Ophelia flee before war breaks out again, or help Dante break free of the curse?

There are times—far too many times—when you feel that uncontrollable urge to kill someone. For Kaya, this… this was exactly that moment. “Repeat what you just said?” She’d seen hell on the battlefield—second-in-command of a military unit, dodging bullets, dragging traitors by the collar, and coming out alive with grit under her nails. But nothing, absolutely nothing, prepared her for the sight of her spineless husband flirting with her own sister. Right in front of her. “I could never marry a barbarian like you. The one I... I like is Meera—” Blah blah. The same pitiful nonsense again. You think—what could possibly be worse than this? And then, right on cue, your idiotic sister chimes in, completely serious, “I just poisoned you.” Wow. BANG. Before anyone could even react, Meera collapsed. Dead. Her so-called husband gasped like a fish dragged out of water. “Y-you…” He dropped to his knees, staring at Kaya like he was seeing a monster rise from the dark. “You killed your sister?! How could y—?” BANG. Second bullet. Same spot. He dropped like a puppet with its strings cut. Silence. ... Just when Kaya thought her story had finally reached its bitter end, the universe—no, god himself—decided to throw in one last, ridiculous twist. “Wife… wife, didn’t you say you were gonna eat me? Why’d you stop?” A snake beast, ridiculously charming and glowing like some immortal fantasy, clung to her, eyes gleaming. Another voice interrupted. “Shut up! My wife wants to cuddle me now—” A sparrow beastman leapt into her arms, like that made any sense. “Hic… wife, don’t you want me anymore?” A panda-like beastman sat beside her, huge, sniffly, and wronged like a child abandoned at a festival. Sitting in the middle of all this, Kaya was absolutely dumbfounded. ‘When the hell did all of this even start?’

One disgraceful public orgasm, and one classic assistance from Truck-kun… Instant transmigration straight into hell… or heaven? I died escaping from the most embarrassing moment of my modern life only to wake up as the disgraced Luna of a mighty kingdom. Powerless, despised, and mated to five scorching-hot, brutally possessive Alphas who loathe my very existence. Oh, and the original Luna? She cursed their... ahem... manhood back in their teens, locking them into years of aching, frustrated celibacy. No sexual release for them ever unless it was with her… now me. Armed with a sassy System that’s equal parts helpful and snarky, a virgin body hiding an experienced soul, I will flip the script, reclaim my power, and tease these frustrated Alphas until they beg, and turn their burning obsessive hate into scorching passion. Comedy, chaos, steamy reverse harem spice, and revenge. Who said dying couldn't be the start of the hottest second life ever? Even if I have to prevent a second death…

Alice is the most powerful mage in the Albelion region, but her magic can't bring back what she lost. Living in a house of ghosts, she is haunted by the memories of a husband and child who vanished. When a voice from the Great Clock Tower promises the truth, she must face a nightmare even grand wizards fear to find her family.

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Excerpt~ “I told you not to steal anything. It’s illegal!” I frowned at him. “I don’t get why Earthlings can’t just take whatever they want. It’s produced on your planet, right?” “Ugh, right—but we have a money system to follow. We don’t just take things without permission!” I said, snatching it back from his hand. “Hm? But… you stole my heart. Is that legal?” he said, leaning closer with a mischievous smirk. I pushed him back, my cheeks flushing bright red. “Idiot! Where did you even learn that from?!” “Oh… it was on that thing—TV. The girl in it didn’t seem to mind when the guy said it. Why are you mad?” *** All Ling Yunhua ever wanted… was him—her childhood friend, her first love. After years of silently carrying her feelings for Tang Shixiu, Yunhua finally finds the courage to confess. But after all the mixed signals and lingering hope, he rejects her—coldly, without hesitation—shattering the only dream she ever held close. Devastated and on the edge of giving up on everything… that’s when he appears—like an angel fallen from the stars. A man from beyond the galaxy crosses paths with Yunhua at her lowest point. From a race that erased emotions long ago, he begins to feel something foreign… something human. Something like love. But danger closes in fast. The research organization Yunhua works for—and the government—are secretly hunting him down after discovering that his alien DNA holds the power to cure any disease. Determined to protect him, Yunhua makes a dangerous choice: she hides him under the lie of being her boyfriend. Now they live together. A clueless, awkward alien learning to feel… and a girl torn between duty and the growing storm in her heart. How long can she keep him hidden in a world desperate to dissect him? And when the time comes for him to return to the stars… will she be able to let him go?

He was her stepbrother. Lucien Thorne. Alpha Heir to the Moon Walker Pack. Dashingly hot, billionaire, with all the girls trying to get into his bed. He has always hated Maeve, or so she thinks, until a reckless night changes everything between them. Maeve never wanted her mom's new husband's help. She wanted to be independent, but after her boyfriend of three years took off with her life savings, she was forced to move in with her mother and, by extension, Lucien Thorne. He's cold and dismissive towards her, but that same night, they crossed a line that shouldn't be crossed. It's a night of unbridled passion, one that she can't get again but Lucien isn't ready to let go. A taste is enough to make him cave. She's the stepsister he's always wanted, and now that he's had a taste, he wants every last bit of her.

[Excerpt] "You must be the Director," the five-year-old boy said, looking Bastian St. Yves up and down. "I am," Bastian replied coldly. "And you are late." "And you have dark circles under your eyes," the boy countered. "My mommy says men who frown too much end up lonely. Is that why you live in a big castle all alone?" [Synopsis] Everyone knows that Bastian St. Yves, the cold-hearted movie emperor, has only loved one woman: his late wife, Anaïs. For five years, the world believes he has mourned her, refusing to let another woman into his heart. But Anaïs isn't dead. She is hiding in plain sight as Agent Eve, a ruthless talent manager who has sworn to never let Bastian control her again. When Bastian unknowingly casts his own son, who is a rude, genius five-year-old, as the lead in his new tragedy, he finds himself dangerously drawn to the boy's mysterious mother. She smells like his supposedly dead wife. She trembles when he touches her. And she hates him with a passion he doesn't understand. Bastian is determined to uncover Eve's secret. But Anaïs is determined to protect her lies. Because she knows the truth: if the Tyrant of Cinema finds out the boy is his, he won't just want forgiveness...he’ll declare war for custody.

Jasmine Towers married billionaire Keith Acland in an arranged marriage meant to benefit two powerful families. There was no love, no romance—and Jasmine accepted it. As the CEO’s wife, she devoted herself to maintaining the perfect image and raising her son to become the rightful heir of the Acland family. Everything collapses when Keith’s former lover returns… with a child she claims is his. Overnight, Jasmine’s position is questioned. Her son’s inheritance is threatened. And the woman who once stood quietly beside her husband is pushed out of her own home. Betrayed by her husband and abandoned by high society, Jasmine is forced into a ruthless battle for survival—where losing means watching her son lose everything. Jasmine must fight to protect her child… and reclaim what was stolen from her.

—‎'She was drowned to death by cruelty. She rose again under a system, and this time, she will be the crown no one disputed.' ‎ ‎ ‎A mysterious system awakens in Su Ning’s second life, binding her to a path of limitless wealth, power, and vengeance. She owns companies overnight, crushes enemies in silence, and builds a dynasty under her name. But when a dark underworld monarch sets his sights on her, the game of fate turns deadly—and dangerously intoxicating. ‎ ‎Will Su Ning’s reign be one of mercy or dominion? Rebirth is just the beginning. In the halls of luxury and shadows, she becomes the queen no one saw coming. Original work by Littleshywriter © 2025. Reproduction prohibited. ‎

Having a strange power, Fiora is banished from her kingdom. Once the first princess of the Human Kingdom, she becomes the sacrificial bride of the Beastmen. But her supposedly dying husband survives— because of that very same power. With the help of her beastman husbands, the girl who was thrown away will walk a path she never imagined. A path that leads her from a sacrificial bride… to the Beast Queen. ... Additional tags: #reversed_harem #babies #beastman #beastmanxhuman

Her childhood was forged in shadows, and she was sharpened into a weapon, trained to be a ghost, a killer—an instrument of vengeance. The target: a decorated general who brought down her family. But fate doesn't follow orders. Just as Lara was about to execute her long-planned mission, everything spiraled out of control. A military convoy intercepted her escape route—escorting none other than the general himself. And then came the moment that changed everything. A blinding crash. Screeching tires. Her body was thrown like a ragdoll, then darkness. She had a fleeting recollection of another world, another lifetime where kings ruled the land with an iron fist. But she woke up, and twelve long months had passed.  She did not know where she was or who she was. She remembered nothing. They told her different names. A child with trembling hope whispered, “Mommy, your name is Moira Torres.” Her doctor insisted, “Your admission slip says Larissa Reyes.” A hardened general leaned close and commanded, “Remember who you are. Remember your mission.” Then another general—dangerously calm, incredibly familiar—looked at her as if she mattered and asked, “Can I call you Lara?” The name unlocked something buried deep in her soul. Lara Norse Kromwel. Daughter of General Odin Norse. Empress of the First Empire. But the man who watched her most closely dismissed it with cold certainty. “This is the 21st century,” he said. “What nonsense are you spouting? What Empress? You are my woman. You can only be mine!"

In her past life, he ruined her. In this one, he won’t let her go. In her past life, Princess Katerina was promised to Prince Maximilian, the man she loved… until he betrayed her and destroyed her name beyond repair. When duty demanded it, she married King Dorian to save her people. It was a marriage born of sacrifice, not desire. But Maximilian never let her go. Even after ascending the throne of a rival kingdom, he pursued her relentlessly... not as a lover, but as a hunter. An enemy king. A shadow that followed her across borders and battlefields. A war she could never escape. Because of him, she lost everything. Her name. Her achievements. And the most unforgivable loss of all... her children. She died without ever understanding why he destroyed her… or why he never stopped. Reincarnated into the modern world as Catherine Preston, she wants only one thing: a quiet life. She has wealth, a powerful family that adores her, and a brilliant mind meant for research, not war. This time, she believes merit will protect her. This time, she believes the world is fairer. She is wrong. Traitors circle her once more—stealing her work, erasing her name, cornering her with smiles and contracts. And just as she stands on the edge of ruin… he appears again. Not as her enemy. Not as a king. But as her savior. “Marry me,” Maximilian Whitmore says calmly. “I’ll give you everything you dream of.” Catherine refuses. She will not trust the man who destroyed her once already. But fate has other plans. A curse. A bond. A shackle she cannot break. The only way to ease the curse… is intimacy with the man she despised. Bound once more to the enemy king of her past life, Catherine must face a terrifying question: Does Maximilian truly not remember what he did… or is he hiding the truth behind those unreadable eyes? And when King Dorian returns in this life, offering her peace and safety… Two men. Two pasts. One woman who remembers everything. In a world where names mean power and love is a battlefield, was Maximilian her greatest enemy… or the truth she was never meant to uncover? A reincarnation romance of obsession, betrayal, fate-bound love, and painful second chances. #A heart-throbbing reincarnation romance filled with obsession, power, betrayal, and fate-bound love. #Enemies to lovers. Soul shackles. Overbearing kings. Painful second chances. #Slowburn romance. Update will be once a day and there will be bonus chapters if we reach milestones. Hope you'll join me in this journey.

In a 1970s village where love is a literal death sentence, an "Omen Bride" must fake a life with a cold-blooded soldier—praying his lack of heart will keep them both alive. Lin Yue wakes up nauseous, her lungs burning with the dry, dusty air of a stranger’s 1970s body. By sunset, the man who just confessed his love to her is dead. It wasn’t heartbreak. It wasn’t a coincidence. It was an "accident" everyone saw coming—except for the victim. In this village, affection is a poison. Any man who falls for Lin Yue dies within thirty days. The deeper the feeling, the faster the blood stops pumping. The villagers call her the Omen Bride. Mothers lock their sons away when she passes, and the gossip in the dirt alleys has a sharper edge than any butcher’s knife. Lin Yue doesn't have time to cry over graves. She only has time to survive. Her only shield? Gu Chen. A cold, disciplined soldier with a soul made of iron and zero interest in romance. He doesn't linger. He doesn't stare. He doesn't look at her with that soft, doomed glow in his eyes. To Lin Yue, his emotional distance isn't a flaw—it’s her armor. She clings to him, not out of desire, but out of desperation. She starts a fake marriage rumor, weaponizing his coldness to keep the "accidents" at bay. Until the shield starts to crack. Gu Chen begins doing things that look dangerously like care. Standing too close in the rain. Blocking the village's venom with his own body. Saying her name like it actually matters. And then, the accidents start circling him. Lin Yue knows the pattern. She’s seen the countdown before. To save him, she has to be the villain. She must lie harder, act crueler, and push him into the frost. But Gu Chen isn’t stupid. He sees the pattern. He knows the lethal rule. And he stays anyway. Because this time, love isn’t a misunderstanding. It’s a tactical decision. A countdown they both can hear. And if loving her means dying? Gu Chen is a soldier—he’s already chosen his hill to die on.

Mia slurped her instant noodles while scrolling through her laptop screen. The room was dim except for the soft blue glow from her desk lamp. She had been awake since midnight, reading the same webnovel she had been obsessed with for almost a month. *Crown of Thorns*. A story filled with magic, saints, betrayal, and one of the most infuriating male leads she had ever read. "Cassian, you bastard," she muttered through a mouthful of noodles. "How do you mistreat your own fiancée? Are you stupid or just blind?" She clicked to Chapter 100. Seraphina, the fake saintess, was smiling sweetly again while plotting murder. As usual. Mia rolled her eyes. "Fake witch. If I was Elara, I would've slapped you with the whole Bible." Her phone chimed with a notification, but she ignored it. She stabbed her noodles again, flipping to the next paragraph. The scene showed Cassian accusing Elara—again—while defending Seraphina like a brainless golden retriever. "For someone with royal blood," Mia grumbled, "you're spectacularly dumb." She shoveled noodles into her mouth angrily. Then it happened. The book's screen flickered. Mia blinked. "Huh?" A faint glow spread across the words. Then it brightened. And brightened. "Wait—hold on—what's going on?" The entire chapter burst into white light. Her noodles dropped from her chopsticks. The light swallowed her vision, blinding, burning, wrapping around her like a net. She tried to back away, but her chair dissolved under her. Her breath caught in her throat. Her ears buzzed. She reached out—her fingers touched nothing. Then everything went silent. And dark. And cold. Something slammed into her cheek. A burning line of pain exploded across her skin. Mia gasped—a real, painful gasp—and her eyes flew open. The light was gone. Instead, she was on a marble floor. Two women held her down. Strong hands pinned her arms behind her back. A knee pressed into her spine. Her cheek was squished against freezing stone. "What—what—" Mia choked. Another lash hit her. "Hold her still!" a voice snapped. The whip cracked. Mia flinched as pain shot down her face. Her vision blurred from the force. The room around her was tall and cold, covered in sharp silver designs. A giant mirror stood beside an ornate bed. White curtains fluttered from an open balcony. This wasn't her apartment. This wasn't Earth. This— Her heart stopped. She knew this room. She had read about it a hundred times. "No way…" Mia whispered. The girl reflected in the mirror had long silver hair. Pale skin. Red marks blooming across her cheek. Elara von Rosenwald. The villainess of *Crown of Thorns*. The girl who gets slapped 300 times. The girl who dies in Chapter 5. Mia felt a chill race down her spine. She wasn't dreaming. She had transmigrated into the book. "Stop struggling," one of the maids snapped. But Mia wasn't listening. Because she recognized the woman gripping a whip. Dark hair in a tight bun. Cold eyes. Sharp smile. Lila. Seraphina's loyal dog. Mia's stomach twisted. This is the opening scene… the abuse scene… the one where Elara begs for mercy… Lila lifted the whip again. "Trash like you should stay silent." Her arm swung. The leather cracked against Mia's cheek. Pain flared again—sharp, hot, unbearable. Mia hissed. But she wasn't Elara. She didn't beg. "Get your filthy hands off me!" she snapped, trying to pull her arm free. Both maids stiffened. Elara never raised her voice. Never fought back. Never cursed. So Mia did it again, louder this time. "I said LET ME GO!" Lila's eyes widened. "Oh? So the mute rat finally speaks?" The other maids pressed Mia harder to the marble floor. Lila smirked. "Push her down. Let's see how long her bravery lasts." Mia's temper snapped. "Where's your fake saintess?" she spat. "Call Seraphina. Isn't she the one pulling your strings?"

Jade was nothing but a mocked student in oversized hoodies until she agreed to help her trainer with last-minute gym inventory on New Year’s Eve. However, a single mistake—sending a private video to the wrong contact—shatters her life in seconds. Publicly humiliated at a New Year’s party, betrayed by her boyfriend as part of a cruel bet, Jade stood drenched in filth and laughter, stripped of dignity in front of the entire school, until the Alpha Triplets arrived. And with it, a ruthless bond shackled her to all three, as well as revealing she was the lost daughter of the Lycan King. The Alpha Triplets, known for their coldness and brutality, searched for their mates to break their feral curse before their 25th birthday. But when they found their mate in the form of a weak, frail girl, disdain was all she got. With a new identity and a transformation in her life, Jade is tossed into deadly Lycan politics, brutal mate bonds, a fourth bond, a throne soaked in blood, and an attraction from the Rogue King himself. What will she do when she discovers not everything is as it seems? How will Jade survive the chaos that follows in her quest to win the Lunar Crown Student of the Year and evade the dangerous love of her fourth mate, now turned enemy, who sought out her heart? Four Alphas. One girl. And Fate's Twisted Game of Love and Power.

[MATURE CONTENT, SMUT & OTHER 18+ ELEMENTS] Although Almila is one of the strongest alpha females of the southern pack, she's being bullied within her own pack because she's held responsible for the death of her father, who was the leader of the southern pack. She shows no reaction to their hatred, because she believes she deserves even more hatred and cruelty than this. One day, everything changes when a 'peace proposal' arrives from the northern pack, the very pack responsible for her father’s death. Almila decides to take advantage of this opportunity. In order to take revenge for her father and annihilate the entire pack, she accepts their proposal and goes to the Northern pack as a bride. However, when several unforeseen events unfold one after another, Almila has an unexpected encounter with the leader of the northern pack. This sudden meeting makes her realize a tragic truth. The leader of the Northern pack is none other than her fated mate.

In her past life, Michelle was an ordinary doctor who worked in a small hospital, but once in a while, a strange envelope would arrive at her apartment and she would take up a weaon and turn into a deadly assassin known for her stealthiness. But being a top assassin, Michelle had many enemies and ended up dying, only to wake up in the body of Michelle Grace, a pampered young miss in a world similar to ancient dynasties, except that cultivation existed there. Not everyone could cultivate, but Michelle Grace could. The original Michelle Grace was engaged to the Crown Prince, and he killed her before Michelle took over the body, so after making a deal with Michelle Grace's father, the Archduke, Michelle took on the name Grace and started a revenge plan on the Crown Prince, his lover, his mistress and his father, the Emperor. A bit troublesome: Michelle gained the attention of two men who together were the Dark Lord. They were horrifyingly powerful, so Michelle had to be careful around them. Luckily, they didn't have in their plans harming her, as they were intrigued by her constitution. Michelle possessed a rare blood, which they could use.

Alexander Sterling didn't marry me for love. He married me for the same reason he acquires companies—because I fit perfectly into his vision of a flawless empire. So when he proposed adding an Open Marriage Clause to our prenup, he presented it as a logical upgrade. A "win-win." His freedom for my continued, polished silence. His more for my compliance. His more was other women. Power. Control. My more began the day I signed that paper. I became Hazel again. Not Hazel Sterling, the trophy, but Hazel Vale—the woman who remembered how to paint with fury, feel with hunger, and breathe without permission. I found passion in a sunlit studio with a man, Asher, who looked at my chaos and called it art, not a problem to be managed. Now Alexander is back. The Clause has expired. He expects me to resume my role as his most beautiful asset. But he made one fatal error in his ironclad contract. He never specified that I couldn't rewrite the terms. And the most explosive clause of all is the one a woman writes for herself when she's done bending.