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Lucia Conti, a brilliant but socially overlooked woman with a shrinking dowry, decides to secure her future the only way society allows by advertising for a husband and negotiating the marriage like a business contract. Count Alessandro Ferretti, a pragmatic shipping magnate in need of a capable partner to manage his neglected estate, answers. Their marriage begins as a cold, efficient bargain: separate bedrooms, shared goals, and a clear focus on producing an heir. But as Lucia proves herself indispensable. Exposing corruption, hiring a woman steward, and transforming the Ferretti estate. Respect turns into something far more dangerous. What neither of them planned for is the slow, undeniable pull between two people who finally feel understood. --- When the priest pronounced them married, Alessandro leaned in to kiss her—a brief, chaste press of lips that was entirely appropriate for a business arrangement. Except his hand came up to cup her jaw, gentle and intentional, and the kiss lasted just slightly longer than necessary. When he pulled back, his eyes held something that definitely wasn't business-like. "Countess Ferretti," he murmured. "Count Ferretti," she managed, proud that her voice didn't waver.

Transmigrated into a family of bandits who have just been granted amnesty and ennobled. Father, mighty and brave, loves causing trouble. Mother, beautiful as a flower, loves causing trouble. Brother, handsome and suave, loves causing trouble. ... You ask about her? She is relatively sensible; she just brought back a husband to suppress the household...

In the year 1469, the Aztec Empire in Central America was at its zenith. A soul from the future transgressed time to come here, intent on saving the fate of the Indian people from destruction and establishing an empire in Central America! The Age of Exploration had just begun its prologue, with European colonizers venturing into the unknown world. Europeans were on the rise, intent on conquering the rich lands of America and colonizing the vast New World. They were poised to embark on an expansion that would take them from America, to Africa, to India, to the Far East, and control the world for the next five hundred years! But now, an immortal spirit sought to change all of that. He would unite Central America under one rule, inherit the two-thousand-year legacy of American civilization, and resist the invasion of Western colonizers. He would spend centuries leading Aztec civilization onto the path of destiny to conquer America! Without the land and wealth of America, what would become of the Westerners? And in which direction would the world turn?

The crumbling Vienna System is unable to stop the rise of the Second Empire, as the Emperor's nephew is about to visit his faithful Paris. Protector of the Apennine, Honorary Chairman of the Rhine Federation, Close Ally of the Kingdom of Spain, French Empire Augustus Jerome Bonaparte: I will make France great again! -------------------- (Reasonable historical deduction party, Paradox Interactive game players rejoice!)

Arriving in a new world where the steam industry was booming, he inherited a three-story apartment on the capital's royal square, took in someone else's cat, and listened to the whispers at his ear, ready to witness this mysterious and bizarre era. The epic of the Sixth Era was about to commence, and behind the curtain, The Chosen One was destined to step into legend. Old Gods, Relics, steam, witches, detectives, ancient secrets, the Era's brilliance... "Would you like to play a round of Roder Cards?" Time engraved the hours, as Silvermoon illuminated the shadows. I compose your legend, you whisper your verses to me.

“Next, we have the most noble recipient of the Order of the Garter, the Grand Cross of Saint Michael and Saint George, the Grand Cross of the Bath, the Victoria Cross and the lower grades of Knighthood, the leader of the anti-colonial movement, the bell-ringer of the East India Company, the hero of the Crimean War, a Fellow of the Royal Society, a lifelong dear friend of literary giants such as Dickens and Great Dumas, a steadfast supporter of scientific luminaries like Faraday and Darwin, having served as assistant under-secretary, deputy under-secretary, and permanent under-secretary in departments of the Home Office and the Navy Department of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Ireland, the inaugural Cabinet Secretary and head of the civil service, the first graduate and most distinguished alumnus of our school. Please welcome Sir Arthur Hastings to deliver a speech on the occasion of the fiftieth anniversary of the founding of the University of London.” Arthur's gaze swept across the crowd before him, looking at the young faces and murmured, “Agares, what do you think I should say?” The Red Devil's wraith hovered behind him, saliva almost dribbling from the corner of his mouth, “Look at these ignorant souls; they still worship you as a hero. Why not say something they'd like to hear?” Arthur took a deep breath and let out a deafening roar, “Oxford is a bunch of whores' bastards!” “Oh!!!!” The audience erupted into thunderous applause. “Cambridge is the same!” he added immediately. The applause grew even more fervent... (The protagonist, possessed by a devil, travels through 19th-century Britain in a world without magic)

STRANDED IN THE AGE OF LEGENDS, TWO STUDENTS HOLD THE KEY TO SAVING HISTORY—OR DESTROYING IT. When a magical catastrophe at their academy hurls Ryu and Yuki 5,000 years into the past, their only guide is a mysterious ring that reacts to fate itself. They find themselves in a brutal, ancient world where the future's greatest heroes—the mighty Battle Mage Daisuke and the divine sorceress Sora—are still untested youths. To survive, Ryu and Yuki must conceal their origins and become apprentices to the very legends they once revered. But their knowledge becomes a curse when they discover a terrible truth: Daisuke is doomed to die in a calamity that will forge their future. Saving him could unravel the timeline and erase their existence. Letting him die feels like a betrayal of everything they know. As a sinister Shadow Cult manipulates events from the darkness, its leader seems chillingly aware of the time-travelers' presence. Now, Ryu and Yuki must master forgotten divine magic, decipher the ring's prophecy, and outwit the Cult. They are forced to gamble not just their way home, but the fate of all eras, on a single choice: preserve a history written in blood, or risk everything to duel destiny itself. DUEL HEARTS is a complete fantasy novel (approx. [Your Word Count] words) that blends the historical intrigue of The Shadow of the Gods with the emotional time-travel stakes of The Licanius Trilogy. It is the first installment in a planned series. ---

Beneath the illustrious splendor of the Song Dynasty, justice often serves as a mask for a deeper darkness. While Judge Bao rules the court of Kaifeng with supreme rectitude, there exist crimes too silent, too ancient, and too deadly for the common law to reach. Volumes • Shadows of the Divine Eagle: The Reclusive Master A peerless Sect Leader vanishes into the mists of the Jianghu, leaving behind an empty throne and a trail of blood. Was it a desperate quest for immortality, or a masterfully woven trap designed to shatter the martial world? • The Mystery of the Nameless Eatery Within the steam of a humble noodle stall hides more than just exotic flavors. Beneath its rafters lies the cradle of the realm's most feared assassins, where every shadow conceals a lethal intent. • The Shackling Finger When the law falters, one man stands firm. Li Qingyun, the "Jade Buddha Constable," refuses to take a life. He wields a divine technique that binds his foes in invisible chains, proving that mercy can be a weapon sharper than any blade. Climax: From the hidden past of a master lost to the mists, to the lethal dens of cold-blooded killers and the rising powers that dare to shake the very foundations of the Imperial Throne—Li Qingyun must unravel a web of absolute authority. He will soon learn that his most formidable enemy is not one easily defeated by mere strength, but by the secrets buried within the heart. One Justice. Three Mysteries. No Escape.

After her twin brother Elliot disappears, Elleanore Fonze assumes his identity and enters the elite Alpha-only Royal Triskelion Academy. Disguised beneath scent suppressors and her brother’s uniform, she navigates a world of powerful heirs, strict hierarchy, and dangerous secrets. Caught between the campus bad boy who protects her, the golden boy who regrets losing her, and the crown prince who becomes suspiciously attached to “Elliot,” she must hide the one thing that could expose her: she’s an Omega who doesn’t belong. Inside the Academy lies the truth behind Elliot’s disappearance—and the reason she might never make it out alive.

Margaret Thornton’s marriage to Edward Blackwood was never meant to be romantic. It was a transaction—her father’s money in exchange for Edward’s title and the survival of his ancestral estate. Three years later, they live as near strangers, bound by obligation and mutual resentment. When Margaret’s parents arrive for an extended visit, the couple must convincingly pretend to be happily married to protect both pride and financial necessity. Forced into close proximity, old wounds resurface, and the careful distance between them begins to erode. What starts as performance slowly gives way to reluctant understanding, revealing the cost of their bitterness—and the possibility that something real may yet be built from what was never meant to be love. --- "Everything about this marriage is clinical, Edward. At least I'm honest about it." He set down his fork with deliberate care. "Very well. For one week, I shall play the part of the devoted husband. I shall touch you appropriately. I shall gaze at you with something approximating warmth. I shall lie to your parents with the same conviction I've been lying to everyone else for three years." He stood abruptly. "Is there anything else you require from your performing monkey?" Margaret's composure cracked, just slightly. "I require you to act as though I'm not the worst thing that ever happened to you." "But you are," he said softly, and there was something almost sad in his voice. "You're a constant reminder of everything I've lost. My freedom. My pride. My ability to make my own choices." He moved toward the door, then paused. "Though I suppose I'm the same for you, aren't I? A reminder that your father's money can buy anything except genuine respect."  

Shaun Thunderhawk, a 12-year-old peasant with the audacious dream of becoming the World's Strongest Magus, steps into the hallowed halls of Silver Heaven Academy. Alongside his childhood friend Natasha, he faces trials, rivalries, and the mysteries of magic itself. But destiny has bigger plans. When a mysterious princess named Timia appears, begging for his aid, Shaun is drawn into a perilous quest - to uncover the truth of her missing sister, awaken the Nine Elemental Gods, and stop the resurrection of the dreaded Evil God Lucius. From the classroom to the battlefield, Shaun must decide: will he rise as a legend, or will darkness consume the world?

Wen Mang is only a history UP host. Yet every time he posts a video, the people arguing in the comments are… Liu Bei. Guan Yu. Zhang Fei. Zhao Yun. Zhuge Kongming. A mysterious light curtain descends, replaying the true fate of the Three Kingdoms—unchanged, merciless, and brutally honest. Liu Bei watches his empire collapse and asks in disbelief: “Shu Han… ended like this? And even my statue was expelled from Wuhou Shrine?” Guan Yu sees himself drowned, defeated, deified—and used. “So this is how history remembers the Martial Saint?” Zhang Fei learns his own end and falls silent for a long, long time. “Is this really… all I amounted to?” Zhao Yun witnesses seven entries and seven exits become a legend— yet still cannot save the world he fought for. And Zhuge Kongming… He doesn’t ask about victory or defeat. He asks one question only: “If such a light curtain exists— can history be rewritten?” From military formations to aircraft carriers, from grain transport to industrial warfare, modern knowledge crashes into ancient ambition. Old regrets awaken. Unfinished oaths resurface. And once the heroes understand why they lost… Will they still accept the ending history gave them? When the curtain lights up again, the Three Kingdoms are already on a different path.

Iris, a top forensic doctor, wakes up as a murder suspect. Armed with a System, she has one mission: Help the Seventh Prince become the Crown Prince. Prince Chen is a ruthless germaphobe who burns his clothes if a stranger touches him. To him, the world is filthy. He should have been disgusted by a woman who dissects rotting corpses. But when he watched her scalpel slice through lies with absolute focus, he found he couldn't look away. From an accidental embrace in a carriage to the deadly secrets of Coffin Lane, boundaries are broken one by one. While the world fears the "Ghost Fires" and looming conspiracies, he is already standing between her and the darkness. "Your Highness, I reek of the morgue. Aren't you disgusted?" Prince Chen pulled her into his arms, wiping blood from her cheek. "The world is dirty. Only you are the exception."

Kyle’s last memory was scrolling through a fantasy novel in his dorm room. His next? Waking up naked in a strange forest with a mysterious System offering him 99 different classes. As kingdoms tremble and loyalties shatter, Kyle's empire grows in the shadows to take over the world. But power comes with peril: a hero hunts him, demons covet his skill, betrayals come to him from where he least expects and alliances are formed against him. Will Kyle crown himself king on the ruins of the controlled wills? Or will these wills become the chains that lead to his destruction? --- [Warning: Adult Content 18+] [Cold Genius Mc - Milfs - Netori (Mc steal women) - No NTR - No Yaoi - Harem - A lot of +18 scenes - Manipulation]

**WARNING** CONTAINS SCENES OF EXTREME PHYSICAL VIOLENCE AND SEVERE DISTRESSING PSYCHOLOGICAL TRAUMA● In the shadowed stillness of the room, she stood transfixed amidst the onslaught of memories of a father now gone. Her tears fell not with a cry, but traced a path down her cheeks in a heavy, stifled silence. As his tall shadow loomed upon the threshold, a faint tremor of dread and uncertainty coursed through her. He stepped inside, moving forward slowly, until he stood close before her. For a fleeting moment, her gazed locked with his—those wild eyes said to carry the scent of blood and the weight of a dark, haunted past. But behind that predatory gaze, another truth was beginning to reveal itself. His fingers, trembling with uncertain restraint, reached towards her face; a touch so delicate it seemed impossible that these hands had ever closed around the cold hilt of a sword. He gazed into the girl's light brown eyes but, he was not looking at her; instead, deep within her eyes, he was searching for someone else. Then with his gentle hands, brushed the tears from her cheeks. With a fevered longing, he pulled her against his chest, as if he were chaining her to his very soul; he then buried his face in her hair. With every breath, he drank in the scent of her. The girl, eyes wet and body rooted in place by fear, yet burning like a furnace from sheer embarrassment, heard the rapid thrumming of his heart against her ear—a beat whose rhythm, like the tender words of a mother, offered solace to a broken heart. Her fear dissolved in the face of the man’s pure and evident grief. She lifted her shaking hands, clutched at his clothes, and in that heavy silence, allowed herself to rest in the chill of the embrace of that dangerous man.

She was born with the name Rose. Forgotten by fate. Broken by the ones who were meant to love her. But pain didn’t bury her — it carved her into someone stronger. This is the story of Zahrah — a girl stolen from her destiny, raised in silence, and forced to carry wounds she never earned. But from those wounds, she built a voice. And with that voice, she rose — not to claim a throne, but to reclaim herself. In a world that once tried to destroy her, Zahrah became the healer, the warrior, the sister, and the sanctuary. Through betrayal and truth, war and peace, love and loss — she discovered not just who she was… but who she was always meant to be. This is not a fairytale This is the truth, rewritten in her own words. This is the legacy of a girl who became everything she was never allowed to be.

Murong Jin is the empire’s undefeated goddess of war. On the battlefield, she has crushed every enemy, earning glory, power, and the fear of her foes. But her greatest challenge awaits in the capital—not an enemy army, but an imperial decree. Her reward for victory is not honor, but a forced marriage to the Fifth Prince, Xue Liulan. To the world, he is the useless prince—a tyrant of taverns and gambling halls, drunk, shameless, and disgraced. To her, he is humiliation incarnate. Yet beneath his mask of vice and laziness lurks something dangerous. Behind the smile of a wastrel hides a man with sharp fangs: a secret vendetta, a war fought in the dark, and ambitions that could shake the throne itself. Now, the empire’s strongest general is bound to its most despised prince. One seeks freedom, the other revenge. But in the palace, where every smile hides a blade, their union will light the fuse that could consume the dynasty. Can Murong Jin tame her useless tyrant husband—or will she find herself trapped in his deadly game?

Napoleon Bonaparte shaped Europe with wars, treaties, and new laws. His name filled maps, thrones, and textbooks. His son had none of that. Born in a palace, raised behind guarded walls, he never commanded armies or held power. He lived under supervision, watched by diplomats, used as a symbol, forgotten by history. The father became an emperor. The son became a rumor. A modern engineer opens his eyes in a dim royal nursery in 1811 Paris. Turns out, he was reincarnated as Napoleon the Second. And he knew the fate of the child of Napoleon, about his short-lived life, or if there was a life for him at all. Refusing this fate, he would alter the course of history using his modern knowledge in history, politics, and science.

Li Daoxuan received a strange scenic box. Inside the box, there was an ancient village, and a group of plastic figures, holding swords and knives, hacking and slashing through the village. He bent his finger and flicked it towards a most conspicuous figure... Late in the Ming Dynasty, in Shaanxi, there was a great drought in the land. A gang of mountain bandits was looting, burning, killing, and plundering in the village. A poor maiden was about to be killed under a mountain bandit's blade. Suddenly, a giant hand stretched out from the clouds, bent a finger, flicked it, and the mountain bandit was flung several dozen yards away.

Damaris has always lived freely in Wisteria—until a strange gardener arrives, disrupting the tranquility she once knew. His cold gaze follows her with unsettling intensity, and his indifference irritates her more than she would care to admit. Their encounters are marked by clashing wills and unspoken tension, each meeting drawing them closer, with irritation shifting to unease and unease to something neither of them can dare name. In a land of quiet mornings and dazzling nights, Damaris finds herself unsettled by his presence, sensing that behind his silence lies something dangerous.