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I Returned to the Day He Brought His First Love Home

[Rebirth + Revenge on Scum + 1v1 + Satisfying & Sweet + Strong Female Lead] In her previous life, just three months after their wedding, Caleb Forrest brought a woman home, claiming she was the widow and orphan of his deceased best friend and needed a temporary place to stay. Grace Winslow thought he was being kind. Not only did she accept her, but she also went to great lengths to care for them, even giving up her own job for the other woman. It wasn't until the day she died that she learned the woman was actually Caleb Forrest's white moonlight. When she opened her eyes again, she saw Caleb Forrest carefully escorting his white moonlight through the door, saying he needed to take in the widow and her child. Grace Winslow smiled. Whoever wants to be this huge pushover can go right ahead! She decisively chose to divorce, kicked the scumbag to the curb, and reclaimed the job that was originally hers. After the divorce, instead of crying and waiting for the scumbag to come back to her, her life, on the contrary, became incredibly smooth. Not only did her career flourish, but she also took the college entrance exam and got into a university... She had originally planned to swear off love for this lifetime, focusing only on leading her family to wealth and reaching the pinnacle of success. But as luck would have it, potential suitors started blooming around her. A certain possessive man trapped her in his embrace and asked in a husky voice: "Grace, when are you going to give me a proper title?"
Red Orange Green Cyan Blue Purple Black · 3.2k Views

After Rebirth, I Accept The Arranged Marriage

In her past life, Jessie Sterling moved abroad for Julian Grant, only to have him break his promise and stand her up late at night for another woman on her birthday. Reborn into this life, Jessie Sterling personally severed her past adoration and affection, and instead entered a marriage of convenience with Victor Morgan, the heir to a century-old prestigious family in Aethelburg, a match approved by her family. She had originally thought it would just be a marriage for mutual benefit, and that they would treat each other with polite respect after the wedding. People in their social circle were not very optimistic about this newlywed couple with vastly different personalities. Until one day, some friends paid a late-night visit. By the huge floor-to-ceiling windows of the Four Joys Courtyard, a group of people saw the man who dominated the business world by day having his knee stepped on. He held a bottle of cat-eye nail polish and was currently bowing his head, diligently painting the toenails of the foot resting on his knee. "Is this okay?" With a coquettish air, Jessie Sterling glanced down, her chin slightly raised like a spirited little peacock, "Well, it's passable, I suppose. But I think it could use another coat?" Victor Morgan was almost driven to laugh in exasperation by her words. After setting down Jessie Sterling's leg, he moved forward, planting his hands on either side of her, his eyes deep and dark as he said in a low voice, "Mrs. Morgan, that's enough!" Before Jessie Sterling could react, in the next moment, the man had already leaned in and captured the red lips before him that had been tempting him for so long. "Mrs. Morgan, don't you think this... is what really needs another coat of color?" The group of people who had just walked through the courtyard entrance froze on the spot. How the hell could this be called... treating each other with polite respect?
Shi Shanyue · 441.4k Views

The Duke's Dark Obsession

[Obsessive ML, Dark Historical Romance] On the night meant to seal her fate in silk and candlelight, Caelith Emberlyn discovers her new husband entwined in betrayal with her own cousin. Before the humiliation can swallow her whole, another man steps out of the shadows—dangerous, powerful, and far more terrifying than heartbreak. He is the feared Commander of the Shadow Imperial Guard, a man whose name alone stills the court and stains the capital with silenced dread. Where others see a cold enforcer of the throne, he sees only her—wronged, furious, and far stronger than she appears. And he offers her a choice. Stay. What her husband failed to give—loyalty, devotion, power—he vows to place in her hands in his stead. But this is no gentle rescue. Their alliance begins in secrets and smolders in the dark, a forbidden affair that could shatter reputations and topple dynasties. He is ruthless in war and relentless in love, determined to claim not only her presence at his side but the guarded heart she refuses to yield. Meanwhile, her repentant husband returns with soft words and tender promises, swearing to cherish her forever. Yet regret comes too late in a world where power is currency and affection is a battlefield. Caught between a contrite prince of light and a possessive shadow king who would burn the world to keep her, she must decide: Will she return to the safety of a love that broke her… Or step into the fire of a devotion fierce enough to consume them both?
yoojee · 640 Views

Alpha's Regret: The Seventh Time was Forever

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 and her rebirth. 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. This time, she is not surviving the story written for her. She is rewriting it. And only she decides how it ends.
Glorious_Eagle · 311.2k Views

WOLFLESS: Accidentally Marked By The Devil's Son

TRIGGER WARNING: This story contains dark themes, emotional and physical abuse, trauma, betrayal, humiliation, and mature content. However, it also delivers humor, sharp sarcasm, a doting (and dangerous) mate, and chaotic chemistry between the leads. ★★ Synopsis ★★ They called her wolf-less. A disgrace. A curse. The girl blamed for her brother’s death. The unwanted twin. The shame her pack never stopped punishing. For seventeen years, Isabella endured cruelty from everyone who should have protected her—her Alpha, her pack, even her own blood. Beaten down. Enslaved. Ignored. Yet she never broke. Until the night her first heat dragged her into a forest she was never meant to enter. That night, she met Lucain. A king who had been sleeping for centuries. Cold. Ruthless. Starved. A ruler who rejected fate, bonds, and the Moon Goddess herself. He took her blood to survive. He meant to kill her afterward. Instead, he marked her. A bond never meant to exist. A mate never meant to live. A king never meant to awaken. The mark ignites a secret no one was meant to uncover—one that places Isabella at the center of power, prophecy, and bloodshed. Now the packs want her dead. The Elders want to use her. And enemies far older than wolves are watching. Lucain has spent his existence proving he cannot be owned. No bond. No mate.No weakness. Isabella has spent her life learning how to survive. Forced together by fate and hunted by the world, they face an impossible choice. Bow to destiny and submit to the bond… Or burn down everything that ever tried to control them. Because when fate tightens its grip, the real question isn’t whether the bond can be rejected... It’s what happens when the girl everyone broke becomes the one thing a king cannot afford to lose. •♪♪• Hi, my name is Isabella. Follow me through a journey of survival, self-discovery, vengeance… and a dangerously unexpected love. #StrongFL #EnemiesToLovers #FatedMate #PowerCouple #fromHatefulToDotingHusband #DarkRomance #SlowBurnChaos
Saa_Mohd · 172k Views

Sold To The Frost Alpha

Selene Jameson has always been the family stain, unwanted daughter, shadow to the golden children. The night her mother dies saving her life, Selene loses the only person who ever loved her. When Atlas D'Angelo, the boy she gave everything to, betrays her in the cruelest way possible, she vows never to beg for love again. But fate has darker plans. On the night Selene finally tastes freedom, fame, money, a future of her own her family sells her to a supernatural auction. She's thrust into a hidden world ruled by lycans who see humans as nothing more than commodity. Then he buys her. Mikhail Morozov, Wintercrest Alpha and High Alpha of the Onyx Concord. Feared across Nocturna, Lycan Realm. With a shattered past, a missing sister, and a throne built on blood and betrayal, the last thing he needs is a defiant human girl with a sharp tongue and darker humor than his sins. But Selene isn't human. She bears the Crescent, a mark of ancient power that could save the Nocturna or destroy it. When Kustav Volkov, a rival ruthless Alpha, is revealed to be Selene's father, he lays his claim on her. Mikhail offers Selene a choice: marry him in a blood-bound pact that grants her protection under lycan law. But this marriage of convenience will be anything but convenient. *** "And you smell good," I interrupted, words tumbling out before I could stop them. "Really good. Like winter but not the terrifying kind. The beautiful kind. With snow and—" I scrunched my nose, grasping for the description. "Those delicate frost patterns that appear on glass." Mikhail produced a sound deep in his chest that could've been a growl or a chuckle or something caught between. "Why are there two staircases?" I blurted suddenly, fixating on the duplicated grand stairway looming before us. "Is this intentional? Seems ridiculously excessive." "There's only one staircase, moya." "Are you certain? Because I'm definitely seeing two. Perhaps you require vision correction. Do lycans need glasses? That would be hilarious. Tiny spectacles perched on a massive terrifying wolf—" "Selene." His voice emerged strained, taut in a manner that penetrated even through my fog. "You need to stop talking." I peered up at him, hurt piercing through the pleasant haze. "Why? Am I irritating you? I'm sorry. I'll stay quiet." "No." The word escaped sharp, nearly anguished. "You're not irritating me. You're—" He severed the sentence, jaw clenching so viciously I witnessed the muscle twitch. "Just... rest." But I didn't want rest. I wanted to comprehend why his expression appeared like that—all rigid and ravenous and something else I couldn't identify. "Are you alright?" I asked, raising my hand toward his jaw. He intercepted my wrist before contact, his hold gentle yet unyielding. "Don't." "Why not?" "Because I'm barely maintaining control as it is, and if you touch me right now—" He halted abruptly, eyes compressing shut momentarily. "Just don't." That should've frightened me. The ferocity in his tone, the way his restraint appeared to unravel at the seams. But intoxicated-me simply smiled, inexplicably pleased. Then I caught the way his gaze dropped. Just for a fraction of a heartbeat. To my mouth. Heat bloomed through my chest, spreading like wildfire. "You want to kiss me," I breathed, the revelation making me giddy. His eyes snapped back to mine, glacial blue turned predatory. "Kissing," he said slowly, voice dropping an octave, "doesn't even begin to scratch the surface of what I want to do to you." The air left my lungs. His grip on my wrist shifted, thumb finding my pulse point. Pressing there. Feeling the frantic rhythm he'd caused. "Kissing is gentle," he continued, leaning in just enough that his breath ghosted across my lips. Close enough to take. Close enough to claim. But he didn't. "Kissing is sweet. What I want?" His eyes dragged down my face, my throat, lower then back up with deliberate slowness. "There's nothing gentle about it."
Lilac_Everglade · 18.3k Views