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It's been Five years since Amelie Lodge got divorced from her husband. She spends those years trying to rebrand herself, and chase a better life. And when it seems like she might finally get the life she deserves, her past came spiraling into her new life like an untamed tornado. Her life is bought over by the man she that haunts her in her nightmares, and she is once again the slave of Liam Hardwood. However a new discovery changes Amelie's life for good. When she discovers that Liam needs an heir in order to maintain ownership of his family's business, Amelie escapes from her captives into the hands of the enemy, with Liam's baby growing in her. Will she finally be able to escape from the clutches of her ex husband, or will she end up falling for him again?

Synopsis. Two Brothers. Two Lycan Princes. One dragon Princess. One brother holds her like she's breakable. The other fucks her like she is not. They have the same face. And She has no idea which one she's falling for. ** Tilly Ann Winchester was supposed to hate Chase Dubois at first sight. He was the "Whore of Troita." A rake. A demon spawn who made her ladies' maids lick his boots when they were ten. She's hated him for eight years. She's good at hating him. Then the engagement is announced. And Chase arrives at her castle. But he's not what she remembers. Some days he's in a wheelchair—quiet, hollow, exhausted. He holds her during panic attacks. He calls her Love. He makes her believe in tenderness. Other days he's on his feet—cocky, hungry, devastating. He pins her against walls, finger-fucks her in storerooms, makes her scream his name where anyone could hear. She tells herself she hates both versions of him. But her body doesn't care. Her heart doesn't care. And when she discovers she's pregnant—with twins—the truth finally shatters everything. There are two of them. Identical twins. One broken, one cruel. One who loves her quietly, one who burns for her loudly. And both have been lying to her face since the day they met. Now Tilly must decide: Which brother stole her heart? And which one will she choose to keep? Because the man she's falling for isn't her fiancé. He's the one who was never supposed to touch her at all. --- This is a steamy, twist-filled romantasy for readers who love enemies to lovers, mistaken identity, and falling for the wrong twin.

Lucia Watts was once the golden daughter of Tomasso City, born into an illustrious family, raised in love, and destined for brilliance. But at seventeen, she made one fatal mistake: she brought a stranger named Anna Smith into her home. That mistake destroyed everything. Betrayed by the woman she trusted, Lucia’s father was framed and sentenced to life imprisonment. Her family collapsed overnight. Her father died under the wheels of oncoming traffic. Her mother lost her sanity. The hospital that carried her family’s name was stolen. Lucia died that day. And Emma Wilson was born. Four years later, Emma returns as the elegant and untouchable director of a Swiss cosmetics empire. Beautiful, ruthless, and patient, she has only one purpose: to drag Anna Smith and everyone who helped her into hell. Her path of revenge leads her straight to Ricard Anderson, Anna’s fiancé, a powerful CEO, and the perfect weapon. Lucia approaches him knowingly, seduces him deliberately and lets him fall in love with her step by step. She uses his desire, his influence, and his devotion as pieces on her chessboard. Ricard knows the truth. He knows she is using him. He knows her love is a lie. And yet, he chooses to stay. “I know I’m just a pawn,” he says. “But I’m willing.” As secrets are exposed, traps are set and blood debts are repaid, love becomes the most dangerous variable. Lucia wins her revenge but at the cost of everything else. Because some love stories are never meant to be saved. And some women choose revenge over redemption. ... Umee say that: Hi there! First of all, thank you for the interest and for the enthusiasm. Truly. Every time I open my comments and see new invitations to add Discord, buy promotion packages, commission comic adaptations, or “have a quick chat,” I’m reminded that my story has somehow wandered into a very busy marketplace. That said, I should probably set expectations gently before anyone invests too much energy. I’m not looking for promotion services, paid advertising or commissioned artwork. Not because they’re bad ideas, just because they’re not ideas I currently need. I don’t have the budget, the urgency or the illusion that my story is secretly one step away from becoming the next global phenomenon. I’m very aware of where my work stands. It’s doing okay. Respectably okay. Not “adapt-everything-immediately” okay. My passion for writing exists but it hasn’t reached the stage where common sense quietly exits the room. I promise I’m not underestimating myself, I’m simply being realistic, which is a personality trait I’ve grown quite attached to. Another small but important thing: I’m not really interested in chatting, exchanging ideas, networking, or building creative alliances in private messages. I write best when left alone. I think best when no one is pitching anything to me. And I function best when my inbox is not screaming for attention. So if I don’t reply, please know it’s not personal, it’s just me choosing silence over small talk. That being said, if you’re genuinely curious about me rather than what I can potentially become or produce, if you want to see my everyday life, random thoughts, quiet moments and the unmarketable parts of my existence, I do have my Instagram linked in my bio. You’re welcome to follow it. No proposals required. No introductions needed. Just observation, at your own pace. I truly wish you the best with your creative work, your art, your promotions, and your ambitions. Creating something and trying to get it seen is hard, I respect that deeply. I just prefer to walk my path slowly, quietly, and without turning every interaction into a business opportunity. Thank you for understanding, for stopping by, and for letting me return peacefully to my writing corner, where the only thing I’m selling is words.

Jemina Ellengarde should have been living a fairytale. She was beautiful, noble, and married to the most powerful man in the empire—the cold and untouchable Duke Noctellis Ellengarde, the hero revered across the continent. People envied her. They whispered that the duke loved her so deeply he kept her hidden from society itself. The truth was far less romantic. After years of mistaking indifference for devotion, Jemina finally realizes something devastating: Her husband never truly loved her at all. She runs away into the most dangerous place in the empire: The Null Forest. But surviving the Null Forest is only the beginning. What starts as a desperate escape slowly becomes something far bigger than Jemina ever intended. A hidden lodge in the trees. A sanctuary for women with nowhere else to go. A growing family made up of lamias, monsters, mercenaries, emotionally troubled girls, and one increasingly overworked duchess who somehow became responsible for all of them. Now Jemina must learn how to survive deadly creatures, protect the people under her care, and manage the absolute chaos of life inside the Null Forest— All while her dangerously complicated husband slowly makes his way into the very forest she ran to escape.

"Honesty and politics don’t belong in the same sentence," they say. Celine Yue, a kind-hearted social worker, stepped into politics to help more people. But what she didn’t know… was that her own party would be the one to end her life. After her death, she wakes up in another world as Cyrina Vaeloria, the Elf Princess—right on the day of her arranged marriage to Lucian Aetherion, the cold, mysterious Human Prince and strongest mage alive. A political union to keep two powerful races from tearing each other apart. But this so-called alliance is just a mask. She despises the way other races are trampled beneath noble boots. Cyrina refuses to be a pretty puppet. She dreams of building a new kingdom—where races aren’t divided by power, bloodlines, or magic. To do that, she’ll need power of her own. And lucky her... she just married the most dangerous man in existence. With sharp wit and stubborn grace, Cyrina slowly bends her cold husband to her will— She toys with the ruthless Archmage, tames the untamable… and drags him into a revolution wrapped in royal silk. After all, if you marry the strongest mage alive… you might as well make him yours. ***** excerpt~ Lucian’s voice is like a blade, low and sharp. “Do you even understand what you said in the royal assembly?” Cyrina lifts her chin, unbothered. “I understand perfectly. I said I’ll build a new kingdom—where every race can live together.” His eyes darken. “You don’t know what you’ve sparked. That speech—” he steps closer, “—could ignite a war. You’re underground now, Cyrina. Buried beneath politics you don’t even see coming.” She spins on her heel and waves dismissively. “Ugh. Kaelen Blackthorn, your master is giving me a migraine. Get me out of this castle before I set it on fire.” Kaelen gives a slow, exaggerated bow. “As you wish, my lady.” He takes her hand like the perfect gentleman and leads her toward the door— But Lucian’s voice booms behind them. “Kaelen. Don’t forget who your master is.” Kaelen pauses. Glances back. “I remember, my lord. But as per your standing order… I obey only my lady’s command.” A smirk tugs at his mouth. “Even if it means going against you.” **** Starting from July, new chapters will drop every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. Three updates a week!

Amara Piers is living the dream everyone double-taps on Instagram. For ten years, Sebastian Creed hasn’t just been her husband; he’s been her entire world. As the charismatic CEO of a global empire, Sebastian is the man who has everything, yet he acts as if Amara is his only prize. The handwritten morning notes, the spontaneous anniversary trips to Paris, the way he looks at her as if she’s the only woman in the room—it was the "perfect" marriage. Or so she thought. The facade doesn’t crack; it shatters. On a mundane Thursday morning, a stranger delivers a sentence that turns Amara’s fairy tale into a psychological horror story: “Ma’am, I’m sorry... but your marriage certificate and your child’s adoption papers are both fake.” In one heartbeat, Amara realizes she isn’t a wife, and she might not legally be a mother. The man she worshipped hasn’t just been keeping secrets; he’s been orchestrating a decade-long performance. As the walls of her high-end life close in, Amara must face a terrifying reality: Sebastian Creed didn't marry her because he loved her. He "captured" her. Now, the woman who was once his greatest treasure is becoming his greatest threat. To reclaim her life and walk away from her husband's child, Amara must disappear from a man who has the resources to find anyone, anywhere. But how do you run from a man who knows your every thought before you even think it? She was the woman he claimed to love. Now, she’s the one woman he can’t be allowed to keep.

After waking from a bizarre dream, Suzy Kale discovers a horrifying truth—she’s transmigrated into an apocalyptic novel. And not as the heroine. She’s nothing more than a disposable side character destined to die after being betrayed by her own half-sister. With only three months left before the world descends into chaos, Suzy is determined to rewrite her fate this time around. She awakens her spatial ability ahead of schedule, stockpiles billions’ worth of survival supplies, and builds an impregnable safehouse to survive the coming disasters. Everything is going according to plan… Until she’s suddenly bound to a bizarre system known as the "Handsome Men Collection Guide." [Bind a qualified target to receive rewards.] [Close contact with targets increases your strength.] “…So this system basically wants me to flirt my way through the apocalypse?!” At first, she only approaches these men for the rewards and power boosts. But before long, the way they look at her starts becoming increasingly dangerous. "Wait a second... I only wanted the freebies. I never meant to make all of them fall for me!"

They say seven is the number of perfection. For Luna Seraphine, it was the number that ended her silence. Six times, she tore the divorce papers apart, choosing love over pride, endurance over dignity, surrendering to the cruel demands of the mate who never cherished her. The seventh time, she signed her name without trembling. Alpha Ravyn panicked. His mistress, Daisy, the daughter of Seraphine’s former nanny, laughed it off. She’s only throwing a tantrum, they said. She’ll crawl back. They were wrong. The truth shattered what little remained of her heart: the child she had loved and raised for six years was never hers. That revelation became her breaking point. This time, Luna Seraphine walked away without looking back. As her power rose, so did Ravyn’s regret. The Alpha who once discarded her now slept outside her door, desperate for a single glance. But the woman who opened that door was no longer the Luna he broke. Cold, untouchable, unforgiving. Ravyn fell to his knees, begging for her hand, only to realize he was no longer the only one. Men of influence and power now competed for her attention because Luna Seraphine was no longer just a Luna. She was a world-renowned business mogul, a shadowed philanthropist. The most sought-after surgeon of her time, and a cyber genius. Then, a powerful, cold Alpha, one infamous for hating women, just shook the entire werewolf world and the North American billionaire elite, the Sovereign Circle, with a single tweet. “Sera is mine. I’ll pluck out the eyes of anyone who dares to look at her.” The internet exploded. The pack world went silent, and Ravyn… lost his mind. But the real question is this, will he dare challenge the richest, most powerful Alpha in the world… for the ex-wife he let go?

Family is a luxury not everyone can afford. Adelyn learned that the day Clara returned to the Scott family —and she quietly stopped belonging. No one abused her. No one hurt her openly. But the love that was once hers alone became divided. The attention that once chose her … became something she had to borrow. And whenever something precious stood between her and Clara —Adelyn was the one asked to let go. Not once. Not twice. But every single time. Her dreams. Her choices. Her place in the family. Her heart didn’t break in a single moment —it wore down slowly … until nothing remained worth fighting for. So, she erased herself from their world. Not in anger. Not in revenge. But to save what little of herself was left. ————— Seven years later, Adelyn returned. Not for the Scott family. Not for their love. She came back for the dreams she was once forced to abandon —and this time, nothing would be taken from her. No compromises. No sacrifices. Only her life. Her rules. She breathed in freedom. “No family…no shackles.” But just then— Two small arms wrapped around her legs. She stiffened. Looking down, she met a pair of familiar doe eyes staring up at her with unwavering trust. “Mama … Eira waited long for you. Don’t leave again.” …Mama? Before she could understand or react, a tall shadow fell over them. A man stood there —gaze sharp, cold, claiming —looking at her like she had belonged to him. “You dared to show up again?” Adelyn felt clueless. She would have asked him what he meant, however — Before she could speak — the ground vanished beneath her feet. A powerful arm lifted her effortlessly. “Since you dared …” his voice dropped —low, restrained, dangerous. “Don’t think of escaping again.

After dying in the apocalypse, betrayed by her boyfriend and best friend, Roanna “Rory” Smith wakes up in an Interstellar Beast World—a place where females are scarce and paired with multiple beast mates. But the quality of her mates depends on her rank. After five years of diligent work across the stars, Rory is blessed with incredible luck: she matches with nine extraordinary beasts. There’s just one problem—these nine male beasts either want to dissolve the match, ignore her, or try to swindle her wealth. Fed up, Rory decides to break all the matches and wait for a better batch. Then, suddenly, her mates come groveling for her attention, offering her all the power, riches, and status they possess. What kind of beastly magic is this?!

Odesse had always made sure she never got too close to the wolves. A human servant living beneath the rule of the Silverclaw Pack, Odesse survives quietly in a world where humans are weak, disposable, and forgotten. But everything changes the night she accidentally intrudes on a sacred mating ceremony and receives the impossible — the Alpha’s mark. Valex, the feared and cursed Alpha King of the Moonlight Pack, has spent years carrying the rumors of death and destruction. Every woman who ever mated with him died, and the curse surrounding him cost him his throne, his reputation, and nearly his humanity. So when a human girl appears bearing his mark, the wolf world is thrown into chaos. Taken into Moonlight Palace as Valex’s personal servant, Odesse soon finds herself trapped between fear and attraction as an uncontrollable bond pulls them closer together. But while desire grows, so do the secrets surrounding her existence. Nightmares haunt her sleep. Black blood stains her tears. Visions blur the line between reality and illusion. And hidden truths about her parents, her bloodline, and the Moon Spirit begin to surface. As rival packs scheme, enemies watch from the shadows, and an ancient curse tightens around Valex, Odesse discovers she may not only be tied to his fate… but to the fate of the entire wolf kingdom. In a world ruled by power, betrayal, and dangerous love, Odesse must decide whether her bond with Valex will become her salvation… or the very thing that destroys them both. From servant to Alpha Queen, her destiny was never ordinary.

A story about becoming single, Naruto-style friendship, leveling up, no system, no conspiracy theories, true siblings, not incest Tianyin was very melancholy. Being transported to the dangerous world of Naruto is bad enough, losing my brothers is also bad enough. Becoming Naruto's sister, I could tolerate being slapped with a hand warmer by Obito at the beginning. But... but why did Danzo take the opportunity to kidnap her and plan to use her as his trump card in the future competition for Hokage? Huh? You want to teach me Shadow Clone Technique and Whirlpool Sealing Technique? Huh? You're giving me Hashirama cells again?! Then I must call you "godfather". Years later, when Tianyin finally met the original protagonist... He blushed, while she gave him a devilish smile. "Naruto~ Why do you blush when you see me?" Actually, I really want to be with you, do you know why? "What?! We're mutually in love?!" "Ha ha ha ha!" Looking at the blond-haired boy in front of her, the red-haired girl laughed out loud from the bottom of her heart. Jiraiya remained silent, only sighing and rubbing his forehead. Did his sister steal all of his disciple's intelligence?

PS: THIS IS NOT A SYSTEM BOOK Camilla Hudson was the world’s most sought-after assassin, known only as "The Black Widow." After years of bloodshed, hunting down corrupt politicians, she finally collected her final paycheck, laid down her sniper and prepared for a peaceful retirement of luxury and... WebNovels. But when her favorite story is left on a brutal cliffhanger, Camilla does what any frustrated reader would do: she trashes the author in the comments. "I could do a better job than this!" The Universe took her literally. Transmigrated into the body of the pathetic, love-crazed Lady Camilla, the female lead who just attempted suicide over a divorce. To return to her world, she must give the book an ending and mark it completed. Her plan? Sign the papers, take the money, and leave or she would be stuck inside the story forever. However, she’s been granted a terrifying new perk—The Cursed Tongue. Every "bad" word she utters becomes a reality. But there’s a secret perk she doesn't know about: Lord Damon can hear every single one of her murderous, sarcastic thoughts. The General, who once overlooked his clingy wife, is now terrified, intrigued, and utterly obsessed with the "new" Camilla. As she tries to sprint toward a "Happily Ever After" (and a quick exit), the General suddenly tears up the divorce papers. "You want to leave, wife? Over my dead body." Can Camilla write her own ending when the Male Lead refuses to follow the script?

After regressing, my second marriage to my ex-husband was solely for pregnancy. A miserable marriage life. My only hope in my loveless marriage was the child. My first life ended tragically, attacked by an unknown assailant. ‘If I could go back, I wouldn’t love him.’ In this second chance, unlike my past life of seeking love, I marry him solely to meet my child again. “Just maintain our marriage for a year.” In exchange, I’ll help him uncover the secret of the incident from 10 years ago. I thought we were just a couple in name… “There’s no need to consummate on the first night.” “I want to.” He was different from my previous life. * I planned to quietly leave once I had the child. But upon seeing his mistress, I couldn’t stay silent. “That woman, she’ll be the one you love.” Confronted with my words, his unexpected reply was, “You’re my wife until this contract ends.” “…….” “I’ll do this and more, only with you.” Seeing his chilling obsession, I reminded myself. Don’t forget, Blair. He doesn’t love you. So this time… I’ll leave you first.

Su Wanyan read a novel that a friend recommended to her, saying how she'll have a love-hate relationship with it. However, what she didn't expect was that she's going to get transmigrated there—as the Alpha cannon fodder, no less! Armed with her knowledge in the novel, she decided to live a salted fish life and stay far, far away from the main plot. However, due to circumstances, she kept getting pulled right in! “While Moonlight (FL), if you keep this up, I'll be thrown in the gutters!” _-_-_-_-_-_-_ Hello! This is my first work, so please bear with me. Oh and this isn't a translated work, I just used Chinese names and settings as those are what I often read, so I thought, “Hey, why not?“ Anyway, I hope you all enjoy this! {Oh and the cover photo is AI generated, if you aren't comfortable with that, then it's up to you whether you still want to read this. Have a nice day!} _-_-_-_-_-_- So, if you read my previous work, this is seriously my first work. Lol, I thought why not bring this thing here? So, here I am.

Jina wakes in the body of Aurelia Draconis—the Empire’s feared tyrant—and inherits everything Aurelia left behind: a crumbling regency, forced soul-bonds that have already ruined lives, and a court eager to see “Aurelia” prove she’s still cruel. Jina refuses. She stabilizes what she can, pays for healing in her own blood, and treats her voice-born power as a last resort. That restraint becomes its own threat: a shadow faction called the Diadem, led by Severin, launches forged decrees, mobs, and assassins to force her into public brutality. When a natural soul-bond ignites—recognized as marriage the moment the mark appears—love becomes both anchor and leverage. Jina’s rule is tested by one question: can a throne be held without turning people into property? tag/vibe: dark fantasy romance (slow-burn), political intrigue, trauma-aware healing, “power as restraint,” bonds-as-battlefield, survival-to-throne escalation. Content Note: This story includes political persecution, coercion/forced-bond backstory (condemned), attempted murder/poisoning, and fade-to-black intimacy. No explicit on-page sex.

After the death of her parents, Grace built her life on duty, silence, and strength. But as she nears the throne, whispers of the past begin to surface— dark, persistent, and impossible to ignore. A secret long buried now claws its way into the light, threatening to unravel everything she thought she knew about her blood, her family… and herself. As deception coils around her and every truth turns to ash, Grace must face a haunting choice: protect the lie that keeps her kingdom safe, or uncover the truth that could destroy it— and her along with it.

After three years of marriage, Evelyn finally got pregnant. She thought it would be the happiest day of her life until her own husband’s hands pushed into hell her. Evelyn went to the company to inform Alain about her pregnancy, only to be met with the sight of him having sex with his secretary. Alain had betrayed her. “Let’s get a divorce,” he said, the three years of affection crushed like worthless paper. He showed no shame as he continued his affair right in front of her, under the guise of nakedness. “Fine,” Evelyn agreed. She looked proud and aloof. She swallowed the news of her pregnancy, holding it tight in her throat without uttering a word. But as she turned away, she burst into tears. She returned home, prepared the divorce papers, signed them, packed her belongings, and left. But on the way, Evelyn fainted because of her foetal derangement. A kind man took her to the hospital and left her with a beautiful wish. Other than that, she knew nothing about him. Five years later, Evelyn had a successful career and a peaceful life with her young son - Dennis. But one day, her son brought a strange man home, none other than Alain! Evelyn was stunned. Her ex-husband had returned, shamelessly begging her for forgiveness, wanting to regain her and Dennis. He wanted her to come back to him. But Evelyn didn’t agree. Despite Alain’s coercion, she refused. And at that moment, “he” suddenly appeared, unexpectedly and silently as he did five years ago. He pulled her up from the depths and slapped her ex-husband directly in the face with one sentence: “You’re not worthy of her.” ... Umee: Hi there! First of all, thank you for the interest and for the enthusiasm. Truly. Every time I open my comments and see new invitations to add Discord, buy promotion packages, commission comic adaptations, or “have a quick chat,” I’m reminded that my story has somehow wandered into a very busy marketplace. That said, I should probably set expectations gently before anyone invests too much energy. I’m not looking for promotion services, paid advertising or commissioned artwork. Not because they’re bad ideas, just because they’re not ideas I currently need. I don’t have the budget, the urgency or the illusion that my story is secretly one step away from becoming the next global phenomenon. I’m very aware of where my work stands. It’s doing okay. Respectably okay. Not “adapt-everything-immediately” okay. My passion for writing exists but it hasn’t reached the stage where common sense quietly exits the room. I promise I’m not underestimating myself, I’m simply being realistic, which is a personality trait I’ve grown quite attached to. Another small but important thing: I’m not really interested in chatting, exchanging ideas, networking, or building creative alliances in private messages. I write best when left alone. I think best when no one is pitching anything to me. And I function best when my inbox is not screaming for attention. So if I don’t reply, please know it’s not personal, it’s just me choosing silence over small talk. That being said, if you’re genuinely curious about me rather than what I can potentially become or produce, if you want to see my everyday life, random thoughts, quiet moments and the unmarketable parts of my existence, I do have my Instagram linked in my bio. You’re welcome to follow it. No proposals required. No introductions needed. Just observation, at your own pace. I truly wish you the best with your creative work, your art, your promotions, and your ambitions. Creating something and trying to get it seen is hard, I respect that deeply. I just prefer to walk my path slowly, quietly, and without turning every interaction into a business opportunity. Thank you for understanding, for stopping by, and for letting me return peacefully to my writing corner, where the only thing I’m selling is words.

Married to Mason Crawford for two years, Summer Thorne became the city's notorious jinx. As the legitimate Mrs. Crawford, she could only watch helplessly as her own family went bankrupt and her father was convicted, with no one willing to lend a hand. Mason Crawford looked at her coldly: "Summer Thorne, do you think anyone in Valois would dare to help you if I didn't give the word?" Everyone watched her hit dead ends everywhere, bruised and battered, standing by with cold indifference. Until that snowy night in the deep mountains, she was tricked by others and left to walk alone in the snow, when a man on horseback galloped over, pulled her onto his steed, and wrapped her in his embrace. * The first time they met, she lit a cigarette for him; The next time they met, he said, "Miss Thorne, how much are you planning to spend to buy me?" Timothy York, a gentleman from a prestigious family—upright, dignified, aloof, and noble, a man who had never made a single misstep, praised by everyone in Valois. Yet, on that one day, Summer Thorne was photographed leaving Timothy York's residence early in the morning. The entire city was in an uproar. The most unattainable flower of Valois had actually stolen another man's wife! * Everyone said Summer Thorne was a master of seduction, but they received Timothy York's four-word reply— "I initiated it." The wind rose in Sombren Forest, and snow fell into his arms. From the very beginning, it was he who initiated it.