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Fated To Reject You: A Deal With The Devil

She was his dead brother's mate. By tradition, she now belonged to him. It was an arranged marriage neither of them wanted. All she had to do was be his breeder, part her legs and bear him sons. But Prince Ruin was cruel. And every day was a rejection from Ruin, a constant humiliation ritual to remind her once more that she was nothing but a warm c*nt and a womb to bear his children. One day, after a betrayal too jarring to bear, Guinevere Laurent is reborn and decides she'd had enough. She abandoned her duties as Princess and fled from her mad groom under a different identity, with a secret she hoped no one else would discover. Only to get run over by a popular billionaire Alpha, Draven, who had been in town for a visit. Five years later, Guinevere is a stable business owner and engaged to Alpha Draven who treats her like she is his world. But Ruin won't have it that his bride got away from him. When he finally finds Guinevere after five long years of searching, it is at the wedding altar, about to be bound to another man, and with a little boy with fangs, calling her "Mom." And Ruin does the only thing that seems right in his books. He abducts his runaway breeder from her wedding. "Forgive me, Vi," he says. I tilt my head. "Get on your knees." He sinks to his knees, gazing up at me with hooded eyes as I strut over to where he kneels. I delve my fingers into his hair and push him down to my heels. "Kiss my feet." His head lowers, but instead, he grips my calves and brings his lips between my legs. "How about I kiss you here instead?" His mouth brushes against my heat. "Will you forgive me then?" Warning: The male lead is both the villain and the hero. There will be other men you ship with the female lead out of fear for her life and mental health. But Ruin is a constant you must get used to. Because he's always there. Ruin is essential in the way Chaos is, and if there is one thing I promise you, it is that you will come to crave him, too. Because normal is boring. This is a dark, erotic romance. Open it at your own risk. Don't say I didn't warn you. Now that you've decided to ignore my warning, please, by all means, enjoy.
Zoe_Vander · 35.3k Views

Salem's Rebel

"When humans came, died witches fame, the watchers intervened, extinguishing both flames." -: legend from Salem. Sierra, the princess of the witches was cast out of Salem for breaking the most important oath 'coming in contact with a human.' However,that forbidden deed brought about a son, a curse to the witches. Sierra soon finds out that the witches had tried to kill she and her son from fear of the ancient legend, where humans bring doom to their existence. Serving as one man's mistress after escaping Salem, she is killed mysteriously, but her son is saved. Their society, rapidly civilises and Aros the product of a curse from witches, and a human father, continues his life in college, but the past soon starts to hunt him. The loop of that ancient legend where nobody knows why it's continuous after the cycle of a thousand years slowly reveals reasons behind it to Armaros, through the inked tattoos that had appeared on his skin at a young age. The questions start, "Was my father human to begin with? Why do the witches want want me dead? and most importantly, What am I?" Aros digs for answers. Having his friends by his side, they unravel this mystery, where each of them face their own problems and the pull of love comes in. They soon come to realise that creatures from vast realms walk the earth. "Phantom's dice rolls again, The debt must be paid." -: lost legend. *** Susan gulped at the sight, and the teacher finally took notice of her. "Sue?" he called her name in an informal manner but it was the deep whispered tone to it, that had Susan squeeze her legs feeling the wet pool between them. "Susan," Mr. Shane called out, his voice echoing through the dimly lit hallway. When she didn't respond to his first call, he tried again, this time, his voice laced with a hint of authority. Susan's heart raced as she turned to face him, "Oh, Shay…. sorry, I meant Mr. Shane" she stuttered, her cheeks flushing. "I was just getting some water. What about you? What brings you here?" Shane's gaze narrowed at her, "Bold of you to question my presence. Well, I came to inspect, as it had come to our notice, that some of the students usually sneak out of their dormitories past curfew, using the path behind your rooms." Shane stared down at her as he answered. "Oh I see," Susan replied her brown eyes trying to take in their conversation, but her gaze focused on his exposed chest. Shane was someone who had the privilege of finishing college earlier than most, earning him a spot as a lecturer in his early twenties. He knew what he did to Susan when he spoke to her this way, but he just wanted her to know he was the only one who had the power to make her feel that way. "Shay, just for tonight can you let me call you that?" asked Susan to Shane. How could he forget? Susan was one of the boldest ladies he had ever met and he knew just what her touch could do to him. "Yes I'll let you call me that, but first I want to take you somewhere" Shane said to Susan and he took her hand, then whisked her into one of the nearby storage rooms. The sharp outline of Mr. Shane's jaw faced Susan with unperturbed desire, his black hair had a golden tint at the lower strands, and his black eyes were like encapsulated jewels. "Shay? What are you up to?" asked Susan, when the latter turned off the light switch. Though she was dying with anticipation, she decided to stay patient. "Take off your night robe darling," Susan heard Shane whisper seductively in her ear, so she slowly took off her robe. Art by: Dew
Just_trouble · 5.6k Views
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Second Chance As The Cannon Fodder

Shen Lu wakes up inside a book he knows far too well, and it takes him one breath to realize the truth: he has transmigrated into the body of a vicious sect alchemist, a side character infamous for bullying the future male lead. In the original story, this Shen Lu dies within the first ten chapters, cut down by Helian Feng—an icy, righteous sword cultivator who never forgives and never misjudges. Shen Lu has no intention of becoming a canon death. But repentance doesn’t erase reputation, and survival isn’t as simple as “being nicer.” His body remembers cruelty, the sect remembers every public humiliation he dealt, and Helian Feng remembers the one thing he can never replace: the family token tied to his missing mother, destroyed for sport. Even if Shen Lu changes overnight, Helian Feng sees only a better-disguised threat. When the sect dispatches them into a secret realm to hunt an ancient sword immortal’s remains—an immortal bone rumored to elevate a cultivator’s path—Shen Lu is forced into Helian Feng’s proximity with nowhere to run. His book knowledge keeps him alive, until fear makes him slip and blurt out a detail he should not know. He scrambles for cover, claiming he studied an old realm record, but the damage is done. Helian Feng’s suspicion hardens into something colder than hatred: certainty. Inside the realm, Helian Feng is struck by a lethal poison-curse that locks his meridians and devours spiritual energy. Shen Lu discovers the only antidote is a rare pill that can be refined only by his secret alchemical technique. He makes the choice anyway. The pill saves Helian Feng’s life, but the backlash shatters Shen Lu’s cultivation realm, leaving him weakened and exposed in a place that preys on weakness. The poison does not release cleanly. To survive, they are forced into emergency dual cultivation—an act that violates everything Helian Feng believes about control, purity, and justice, and confirms every rumor Shen Lu once embodied. When it ends, Helian Feng nearly kills Shen Lu in a surge of anger and self-disgust, stopping only because he cannot reconcile murder with the life Shen Lu just gave him. From that moment, Helian Feng becomes hyper-vigilant and controlling, treating Shen Lu like a dangerous liability he alone is responsible for. Shen Lu accepts it, because he has no right to demand trust. He sets one boundary and holds it with shaking resolve: Helian Feng may protect him, but he cannot cross the line again—if there’s poison left, Shen Lu will find the cure himself. Helian Feng agrees, then breaks the spirit of the agreement in the only way he can: by secretly helping, silently shielding Shen Lu from ridicule, danger, and the sect’s hunger for a scapegoat. As they claw their way out of the secret realm with the immortal bone and too many unspoken debts between them, the hatred doesn’t vanish—it evolves. Helian Feng’s blade stays sharp, but his attention lingers too long. Shen Lu’s fear remains, but so does a stubborn gentleness that keeps choosing Helian Feng’s life over his own comfort. Their relationship becomes a slow, brutal negotiation of trust: measured in injuries treated, truths withheld, nights watched over, and the quiet terror of caring for someone who still has every reason to end you. Much later, after they ascend to the upper realm, clues surface about Helian Feng’s missing mother—proof that she is alive beyond the lower cultivation world. The mystery intersects with their path at the worst possible time, when both men are finally beginning to believe in a future. And when their bond is truly accepted by the heavens and tested by fate, the late-story mpreg becomes not a twist, but a payoff: a hard-won life made possible by devotion, cultivation, and a love that survived its own beginning.
PurpleLotus_01 · 14.9k Views

The True-Fire Ascendant

The skies burned for seven days. Rivers boiled. Mountains cracked and fell. Shadows swept across the land like a living tide, consuming all that dared to live. Creatures that can only be described as incarnates that would make even nightmares tremble invaded from a land unknown. Everything they touched would decay out of existence. In that age of ruin, heroes rose only to be swallowed. Kingdoms and Empires fell one by one. Humanity stood at the edge of extinction. And then, when the last dawn dimmed beneath the Hollow Sovereign’s Shroud, something impossible happened. Heroes awakened not with magic or an all powerful sword, but with Concepts. They grasped the very truths of the world: Flame as Will. Water as Memory. Steel as Resolve. Light as Judgement. Darkness as Silence. Powers beyond elements. Powers that decay could not touch. Powers that could fight the invaders on equal terms. With Concept born strength, humanity pushed back the tide. With the Elemental Primordial Beings sacrificing themselves, the incarnates were sealed back to the Abyss from which they came from. - Hundreds watched as my turn came. The ancestral pyre burned in the center of the chamber steady, bright, unyielding. My sister’s flames had danced with joy. My brother’s had flickered with gentle warmth. Mine did nothing. Whispers stirred. Doubt followed. “The Ashencrest are doomed to fall this generation” I stepped forward anyway. “Place your hand into the flame,” the ceremony master said. I obeyed. The world fell away. A spark ignited in the void. Not red. Not gold. White. Flame without heat, without smoke. Fire stripped to its purest meaning. True Fire. It wrapped around my arm and into my core, a dragon shaped blaze roaring silently through my veins. The pyre behind me erupted, flames spiraling upward in a brilliant white coil. The fire warped and constricted until it took shape of our family’s Primordial Ancestral Beast, The Celestial Serpent. Gasps filled the hall. “A new concept of fire…?” “No, it’s more than that…” “True Fire… it’s actually…!” “…just like the legends.” But I couldn’t hear them. All I felt was the truth burning in my chest: A new True Concept hero had been born.
Brandon_Ta · 11.4k Views

Konoha Is My Playground

Kim is nobody special — and that's exactly the problem. An eleven-year-old Academy student in Konoha with a dead father, a medic mother pulling double shifts, two sisters who need raising, and a scar that reminds him the world doesn't wait for you to be ready. When fragmented dreams of another world reveal that this one is heading toward war, gods, and extinction-level events, Kim does what any reasonable person would do: he looks for a loophole. He finds one. The Synchronization Jutsu — a self-developed technique that lets him passively resonate with the chakra of those around him — turns proximity into power. Classmates become unwitting tutors. Bloodline traits leave traces in his system. Every hour spent near stronger ninja pushes him further, faster, in ways the world's rigid clan hierarchies were never designed to allow. But growth attracts attention. The Academy's new top student catches the eye of Root, Danzo's shadow organization, and Kim finds himself walking a razor's edge — training under ANBU operatives by afternoon, teaching his sisters kata by evening, and pretending to be ordinary in between. Armed with pragmatism, a talent for teaching, an embarrassing crush on a weapons shopkeeper, and a moral compass that bends but refuses to break, Kim navigates a village that smiles in the sunlight and schemes in the dark. The clock is ticking. The war is coming. And an unremarkable boy with a remarkable secret is building something no one sees coming — not from the top down, but from the middle out. He's not a genius. He's not a prodigy. He's just paying very close attention.
me_101 · 8k Views