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Everything was going on well until the night before her wedding, Lin Shuyin’s fairytale life suddenly crumbled from her fiancé's call, dragging her to reality... Her fiancé abandons her for her stepsister, her father and stepmother escape, abandoning her to fend off the reporters and media, and by morning, she’s framed for her grandmother’s murder. Thrown into a cruel underground prison, she dies beaten and broken. But death is only the beginning. An ancient soul awakens within her, a woman who spent a century trapped in a lab, experimented on, and injected with beast blood. When her soul awakens, the weak and naive Shuyin is gone. In her place rises someone colder, sharper… unstoppable. Then comes Lu Yuze, her ex-fiancé’s uncle, a man wrapped in secrets and power. He saves her from the abyss, but not for free. His price? Her blood, and her bone marrow… to save his dying daughter. The only thing Lu Shuyin wanted was revenge, and asked for a contract marriage, and money, these were the most important things to survive out there... In a world where betrayal runs deep, love becomes the most dangerous experiment of all. She’s no longer the victim. She’s the revenge they never saw coming.

She never trusted easily. He never explained himself. But somewhere between the secrets, the silence, and the cities that swallowed them both — something undeniable bloomed. The only question is whether the truth will let it survive.

From overworked corporate slave to… the fat niece of a future villain? At twenty-three, my life ended in the most ironic way possible, drowning in a lake while reading an online romance novel. When I woke up, I wasn’t just alive, I was inside that very novel. And worse, not as the princess or the healer or even the tragic maid. No. I woke up as Seraphine Agro, the silver-haired, chubby niece of the story’s main villain, Duke Tayler Agro, the man who would one day summon a famine, experiment on peasants, and get publicly executed. Awesome. Now I’m stuck in a half-collapsed mansion with stale soup, a broken “Duke” father who’s too kind for his own good, and an entire kingdom collapsing into plague and hunger. And to make things worse, the hero of the story—the dangerously handsome knight Sir Alex Canva, is on his way to inspect our lands. I know the plot. I know who dies. And I’m not planning to go quietly. Armed with sarcasm, stubbornness, and a questionable diet, I’m rewriting destiny, one disastrous choice at a time.

"Do you know where you are?" "Who cares which hell I fall into!" Dakota responded coldly. "Do you know what I do with my enemies?" "You kill them and drink their blood!" Dakota never imagined attending her sister's engagement party would turn her life upside down. The man she loved twice, the mate she gave everything to, the father of the twins she nearly died birthing, is marrying her sister. Raising their son. Living the life he promised her. With her memories flooding back in devastating waves, Dakota does the only thing she can: she runs. Straight into enemy territory. Into the hands of Alpha Kade, the rival her pack has feared for years. He should kill her. Use her as leverage. Start a war. Instead, he offers her refuge. But when her mate comes demanding her return, claiming the bond can't be broken, Dakota faces an impossible choice: The man who destroyed her twice, or the enemy who's offering her a chance to destroy him back. Some loves are forbidden. Some are fatal. And some enemies... become everything.

Five years ago, Serena Vance lost everything: her family destroyed, her father dead, and her life shattered by the ruthless Sterling empire. Now she's back with a new face and one goal: revenge. Her plan is simple: get close, tear them apart from the inside and make them pay. But on her first day back, something impossible happens. Noah Sterling, the CEO's four-year-old son who has never spoken a word in his life, runs straight into her arms and refuses to let go. And Damien Sterling, the cold-blooded CEO himself, makes her an offer wrapped in thorns: "Marry me. Be a mother to my son." ‘And pay for your father's sins.’ He thinks he's caging his enemy's daughter to make her suffer; she thinks she's walking into the lion's den to burn it down. They share a bed, a ring, and a child who whispers "Mommy" for the first time. But between the tender moments and stolen glances, they're both hiding knives. The problem? Revenge gets complicated when you start to fall. And when the truth finally comes to light… when he realises who she really is and what he's done, it may already be too late. Because some mistakes can't be forgiven. And some loves... don't survive the fall.

Sera had intended to pull away. She'd crossed the room to put distance between them, to get back to something that made sense, to the mission, to the reason she was supposed to hate him. Then Cael turned. And looked at her the way shadows look at flame. For one suspended moment, neither of them moved. Not a word. Not a breath. Only the space between them, smaller than it had been a second ago, and the terrible certainty that one of them was about to close it.

She was considered a sin. A child born of the union of two creatures that should not be. The lower gods saw her as their way to freedom, the higher gods feared and disdained her existence, but the Supremes cared nothing for it. Born into a world that gave orders from birth, an order enforced with no way of escape. There was so much injustice but no one cared. Her powers were sealed away, condemned to a life where she is pushed around and has no say or power.

Have you ever fucked a stranger in an airplane bathroom on Valentine's Day after having the worst day of your life? Yeah. Me neither. Until my boyfriend decided to give me the plot twist of the century on the most romantic day of the year—cheating on me with half of New York in our bed. So I threw caution to the wind and let a masked stranger bend me over in a cramped airplane bathroom and fuck me until I saw the stars. No faces. No names. Just the best orgasm of my life and a silent agreement we'd never see each other again. Except four weeks later, I'm starting fresh as Executive Assistant to Finnegan Wolfe — billionaire CEO, certified control freak, and the most infuriatingly gorgeous man I've ever had the misfortune of working for. And my new boss is the stranger who wrecked me. He just doesn't know it yet. Now I'm navigating a job I desperately need, a past I'm desperately hiding, and a man who makes me forget every reason I'm supposed to stay professional. The only question is — what happens when he finally remembers? This is a steamy office romance with secrets, lies, and enough sexual tension to melt your Kindle. PARTICIPATING IN WSA 2026 — I'M COUNTING ON YOUR SUPPORT!

June Henderson has terrible luck in men. This includes both relationships and apparently, bosses too. As the Executive Assistant to one of NYC most prominent divorce lawyers and eligible bachelor, she has seen her fair, bitter share of the endings of most marriages and wants no part in relationships of her own. So enter her boss, Malachi Henderson. Brooding. Annoying. And insufferably charming. As someone who also takes marriage as a cautionary tale, he needs to pretend he's in a serious relationship to sate the appetite of his parents. He has an offer for June. He needs a girlfriend for the duration of one wedding only. Can three weeks be just enough time to fall in love?

I just died in a car crash. What do you mean I have to get pregnant in three days?! When Lin Yue wakes up in an interstellar beastworld, she expects to fight for survival. Instead, a glowing screen informs her she's been chosen as a surrogate for an endangered beastfolk cub. The father? A terrifying beastman warlord who definitely didn't ask for a human " Wife." Now she has three days to figure out how interspecies pregnancy works, convince a 6-foot wolf-man she's not a threat, and survive a planet where everyone either wants to eat her, mate with her, or both. At least the Mummy System gives her achievement points for not crying in front of the cub. This was NOT in the transmigration brochure

Harley Hartwell came back to Grayhaven for one reason. The truth. Once an FBI investigator, she now works Major Crimes in the same city where her parents were murdered twenty years ago. But the deeper she investigates, the clearer it becomes— The past was never buried. And someone has been waiting for her to return.

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?’

Ashley Bloom was born into blood and power. As the only daughter of Matthias Bloom, the most powerful kingpin in the underworld, she grew up surrounded by loyalty, danger, and the unspoken rule that weakness meant death. But when her father is betrayed by his most trusted aide and assassinated in cold blood, Ashley’s world collapses overnight. The empire her father built begins to crumble. Rival families close in. Allies turn silent. Enemies circle like vultures. Now hunted and alone, Ashley has two choices: run… or rise. Determined to reclaim her father’s throne and expose the traitor who destroyed her family, she steps into a world that never believed she would lead. But she knows she cannot win a war this big on her own. There is only one man powerful enough to help her rebuild the Bloom empire. Terrence Walters. Young. Ruthless. Brilliant. Feared across the underworld. And her father’s greatest enemy. For years, Terrence and Matthias Bloom fought a silent war for dominance. Their names were never spoken in the same room without tension. But now fate forces Ashley to stand before the one man her father despised. When she proposes an alliance, Terrence studies her with cold amusement. “I can help you,” he says calmly. “But on one condition.”

This is a fan translation of 我，桐子，封弊者 The original author is 延夏 Art is by @iam0800 Edit is by ClayTL Please support them! === “Oh, Four Cardinal Heroes summoned here, please hear our plea—wait, hold on! Why are there five of you? This isn’t what was promised!” ... My name’s Kiriko. As the inexplicable fifth member summoned along with the Four Cardinal Heroes, I didn’t receive one of those cool Legendary Weapons handed out as starter gear. But I’ve got one advantage none of the other heroes have… I can level up infinitely! ... Anyway, this is the story of Kiriko traveling through various anime worlds. === discord.gg/wisetl

Neha was helping her friend to make a portal to enter a novel but her friend betrayed her and pushed Neha into the portal instead of herself. However, due to the tussle between them, half of the name of the novel got erased from Neha. Due to which, instead of reaching the novel she was supposed to, she reached some other novel and fell straight into the lap of the Feather King. The Feather King, Revan, was a Cruel King and would kill anyone for his own benefit. Now that Neha has gone and fallen in his lap, how will he treat her? Will neha be able to escape from the Feather King? After all why did her own friend betray Neha?

Survival in a mafia romance game requires seduction, betrayal, and choosing the right mob boss. But thriller writer Tisha is armed with something far more dangerous: basic common sense. When a glitching, aggressively romantic otome game starts invading her actual life, Tisha must survive forced proximity tropes, sniper crosshairs, and four highly lethal suitors—all while protecting her utility bill, her unbranded coffee, and her deeply judgmental tuxedo cat. It’s a battle of mafia romance tropes versus the laws of physics, and Tisha is bringing a heavily dented throwing knife to the gunfight. [50 Chapters. Publishes Daily.]

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.

On the night everything burns, eighteen-year-old Seraphine rises from a massacre drenched in the blood of everyone she has ever loved. But the horror of that night awakens something far more terrifying than grief. Something ancient. Something powerful. With a single touch, life withers. With a single thought, death bends to her command. The darkness inside her has opened its eyes—and it is ravenous. Her awakening does not go unnoticed. From the shadows emerge the Banes—monstrous beings born of nightmare and hunger—drawn by the devastating power she now carries in her veins. To them, Seraphine is not a girl. She is a weapon. A prize. A harbinger of ruin. Forced to flee a world already cracking beneath unseen forces, Seraphine is taken to Death’s Castle—an ancient, shifting labyrinth where the walls remember every soul that has ever screamed within them. There, she finds herself bound to an unlikely trio of allies: a diviner who sees fate unraveling thread by thread, a war vampire who thrives on blood and chaos, and a silent brute whose loyalty is as unbreakable as his strength. Together they must navigate a destiny none of them fully understand. Because Seraphine’s power is not an accident. It is inheritance. A legacy forged from both darkness and light… from gods and monsters alike. And beyond the fragile edges of the world, something older than death itself is beginning to stir. It has watched empires rise and collapse into dust. It has waited through the silence of forgotten ages. And now— it is waiting for her.

( Mature - Dark Romance ) Estelle Andersen thought she was chasing justice, but instead she became a prisoner of Hector Nightwood, the man she believed had destroyed her family. Poisoned and forced to rely on an antidote only he could give, Estelle’s life slowly slipped out of her control, binding her to a man feared for his cruelty and dark obsession.

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!"