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A normal life. A quiet routine. No love, no past, no memories worth holding onto. That was Ren’s life—until one night changed everything. A little girl appears, calling him “Dad.” The next morning, a boy arrives… claiming to be his son. Letters. Photos. Proof. Everything points to one impossible truth— He is their father. But if that’s true… Who is their mother? And why does he remember nothing? Between chaotic daily life, unexpected warmth, and a growing bond with the children— Ren must face a mystery that could change everything he knows about himself. Because sometimes… The life you don’t remember is the one that matters the most.

#PossessiveAlpha #SharpTonguedOmega #RoyalCourt #EnemiesToLovers #SlowBurn #ABO #Mpreg #EliteGuards #KnifeDuke #ScandalRomance #DepartmentOfSpite The Emperor’s bloodhound knows only how to hunt and he’s found a very interesting new prey. Gregoris Frasner doesn’t do polite conversation or slow dances. He doesn’t charm at banquets or linger for court gossip. He kills when ordered, tracks threats no one else can see, and sleeps better when his hands are stained with something real. His loyalty belongs to the Emperor and his Consort. Everything else is temporary. Until Rafael Rosenroth. Rafael was supposed to stay out of this. He’d spent years avoiding his mother’s arranged marriages, carefully balancing court expectations with just enough distance to be safe. But after one too many incidents, he was drafted into Gabriel’s infamous “Department of Spite,” where diplomacy is sharp, everything is weaponized, and affection is more dangerous than betrayal. But fate and Alexandra pushed him right into the depths of hell. What began as a joke turned into an obsessive alpha and an omega who wants nothing to do with him. Books order: Bound by the Mark of Lies (BL) Shadow Unit Scandal: The Commander’s Omega

The amulet chose her. Fate chose him. Two lovers bound by destiny - chosen to rewrite the very first legend. As Seraphina learns to wield the power of the Crimson Amulet, her heart begins to align with Lorin's, he became the kingdom's most loyal knight, Lorin was casted out by the king - stripped of his title, but not his honor. Now a fallen protector, who writes to the princess after he realizes the love he has for her. But when darkness rises seeking power- and a deadly war brews between the Witch and the Sorcerer - love becomes their greatest weapon... and their greatest risk. Will their love be strong enough to change history - or will history repeat itself again, in the worst way ever, ending it all? When love and legend collide, even destiny must bow.

Arthur Sterling just wants a quiet life with his family. Too bad his family is a walking apocalypse. In the Sterling household, emotions don't just cause drama—they tear holes in reality. * Dad's stubbornness summons **Elemental Hydras**. * Mom's stress creates **Sock-Snake Legions**. * Teen angst opens **Portals to the Shadow Realm**. * And the baby? He's a chaos god in diapers. Trapped in a cosmic simulation where every argument spawns a monster, the Sterlings must survive daily disasters using nothing but household items and dysfunctional love. With a hidden System tracking their "Family Harmony Points," they have to defeat world-ending bosses to unlock basic perks like *Self-Folding Laundry* and *Infinite Soda*. They think they're just having a bad week. The universe knows they are the only thing standing between existence and total annihilation. **Join the most dangerous family on Earth as they level up by arguing, fight monsters with frying pans, and accidentally save the world before dinner gets cold.** *(Perfect for fans of comedic LitRPG, family sitcoms, and overpowered chaos!)*

“Oh, my love… even in death, we will remain together. Remember, I am a man already claimed by the grave.” **** Oriana, a twenty-three-year-old, has already endured more loss than most could bear. After the tragic death of her parents…and now her only remaining hope, her elder brother, she unexpectedly becomes queen. But being queen is only the beginning: she needs a king… and love is nowhere in sight. Yet Oriana harbors a secret. Every night, she shares her bed with a mysterious ghost, her silent companion, her only solace. But now, she is married to a king—not just any king, but a powerful dragon king from a distant realm, known for his heartless nature. What happens when her spectral secret is discovered? Will he ever learn the truth? And if he does…?

A normal office intern who was overworked by his seniors died, and yeah, if you heard that you’d think it was because of overwork. That’s what everyone would think. Wrong. Someone else made sure he died. He didn’t even get time to question it properly, and next thing he knows, he wakes up somewhere else. It takes him a bit, but then it hits him—this is the world of a novel he actually liked. Now here’s where it gets worse. He wasn’t reborn as an extra. Wasn’t the hero. No, he became the Demon King. The final boss. The guy who is 100% guaranteed to die at the end. At that point he only had one thought—this is bullshit. Because he knows the story. He knows exactly how he dies. The hero gets stronger, gets the Holy Sword, comes to his castle, big fight, and boom, Demon King dead. End of story. So obviously, he’s not going to just sit there and follow the script like an idiot. If the Holy Sword is the only thing that can kill him, then the solution is simple—get it first and destroy it. No sword, no hero victory. No hero victory, no dead Demon King. Perfect plan. That’s how he ends up enrolling in the academy where the Holy Sword is kept, hiding his identity and acting like a normal student while planning to get rid of the only thing that can kill him. Everything was going fine. Then she showed up. “Will you marry me after I kill the Demon King?” He just stared at her. Because there are many problems here. First, if you kill the Demon King… that’s me. Second, if I’m dead… who are you planning to marry? And third— How the hell did the story even reach this point?

In the era of the Old World, there walked women who did not merely cast magic. They were the weavers of Black Magic, or in more common terms — Witches. For thousands of years, the world has been barren of them, for a Witch is not born. She is wrought. The scholars of the Old World claimed three conditions unlock this power: First, there must be the Drowning of the Heart. The woman must be driven past the breaking point of human sorrow. Grief must become the water that drowns her humanity. Second, there must be the Sharpening of the Will. Hate must become the steel of her spine. She must choose not to weep, but to burn. Third, and most rare, there must be the Anchor of the Beast. A Witch without a tether is but a storm that consumes itself. She requires a Devotion that rivals her own — a Dragon who would trade his divinity to stand in the shadow of her thorns. When these three tides collide, the Mage dies, and the Witch awakens. It is said that when the Witch returns, the mountains will breathe again. The dead woods will scream, and the kingdoms of men will be reclaimed by a garden that never sleeps. — Warning: Dark Themes, Explicit Gore and Sexual Content — Tags: Dark Romance, Slow Burn, Fantasy, Morally Grey, Political Intrigue, Kingdom Building, War, Dragons, Monster Hunt, Magic System, Level Up, Power Growth

[REEDITED VERSION!] "Your Father, Mother, Uncle... they are all dead. there's no one left to save you anymore." The God declared in a confident voice which had a hint of fear hidden in it "Even then, Are you still going to oppose Us, all on your own, Prince?" "Heh... indeed. They are all dead." The Prince scoffed "And you weren't exactly discreet with your plan." "What.." The Prince looked up at the 100+ figures in the sky, shaking his head "Regardless, You Already know my answer. So, let's just Get this over with." A Sword, made of pure chaotic energy manifested in his hand, "I've got a lady waiting for me." And Thus began the Devastating 1 Vs 100+ War between Gods. A war so destructive that it deserved the Name 'Ragnarok'-The War of End. -------------- I, Tyler Von Regulus Have a Hard life. Very Hard Life, in fact. I am The third prince of an entire Race, Not The First prince, not the Crown prince but the Third prince. I have an Overly Doting Mother. Not a Strict mother who will force me to study or practice sword or Magic or Force me to get stronger. And Last but not least, I am Neglected by my own Father, the King. Can you believe it?! Despite having the Finest living palace, Most delicious food, the best clothes, Tens of maids at my service and a Mother's love, I never received my Father's Love. I did not have any goals or ambition either. The life of an idle prince was just that ..Tiresome! That was Until everything changed on one not-so-special morning... I gained the foreign memories of a man from a different modern world called earth. He was A corporate slave on earth, named Nick. He had lost almost all the people he ever loved- His Aunt, Grandparents, Big brother, best friend and even his parents and was just living an empty life until one day, a Truck-kun put an end to him. From Nick's memories, I also realized that the world where I am living in, my world is actually an RPG game that Nick used to play. And I, myself am a character of that very game. Not the Hero, Not a Support role, Not even a cool Villain. I am just a Villainous mob. You know, the typical Bully guy! The type who bullies his weak classmates, and would normally be the First lucky guy to get his ass handed over by the Protagonist, within the starting 5 chapters of the story. Yeah, That would be Me. Nice to meet ya! The good news is that I don't die in the game Lore ...Maybe ? I'm not sure. Nick only played the first part of the Game and the rest? I have no memories. Which means, I don't even have the Classic cheat of every transmigrator, 'Futureproof Information'. So, Am i cooked ? Don't know? Maybe not. Since I still have Plenty of time left before the main story starts. So, I have Plenty of time left to Live, a Chill Life. So, like any typical smartass, I did the obvious! Exploring all my available options like Fleeing from the Royal palace and live a slow farming-life in the countryside or marrying myself off to a Rich lady and many other options, I have decided to be the king. Why? well, I mean.. Why not! I am a prince so why should i Not Strive for the goal of becoming a king ? And, Not to mention... [STATS WINDOW ACTIVATED!] It doesn't seem like a pipe dream.

Selene Astrid spent seven years as the Saint, sacrificing everything to seal the Demon King—only to be betrayed and killed by the Hero, Crown Prince Cassian. The last thing she saw was the Duke of the North dying to protect her. She awakens as Rosalind Thorne, the villainess executed for trying to poison that same prince. With seven years of future knowledge and her holy powers sealed in a noble girl's body, Rosalind has three goals: avoid execution, expose the fake hero, and save the Duke who died for her. But the Duke remembers dreams of a silver-haired saint. The timeline is changing. And someone is pulling strings from the shadows. This time, the Saint won't be a martyr. This time, the villainess will rewrite fate.

“I gave you my soul in my last life. In this one, I’ll settle for your crown.” ~ In my first life, I was the devoted Queen. I waited two months for my husband, King Lauren, to return from the front lines—only for him to walk through the palace gates with a beautiful young maiden by his side and a decree in his hand: ‘She would be the new Queen’. And because of that evil beauty he brought to our kingdom, I died a discarded "nobody," executed for a crime I didn't commit. But death didn't take me. It sent me back. I woke up on the morning of his return. The crowds are cheering, the flowers are blooming, and my husband is about to humiliate me in front of the entire kingdom. But he doesn't know I've changed. He doesn't know I've returned with a special skill that makes me the most dangerous woman in the room. Before he can introduce his "New Queen," I hand him the one thing no one in this kingdom has ever dared to ask for: Divorce papers. In our land, a Queen asking for divorce is an abomination punishable by stoning. But Lauren thinks I’m bluffing. He looks me in the eye, tears my petition to shreds, and growls, “You are my wife. I will never stamp those papers.” He thinks he is keeping me trapped. He doesn't realize he has trapped himself in a palace with a woman who knows every one of his secrets—and is prepared to burn his kingdom to the ground just to see him sign his name. My goal is simple; I will make him fall... not in love, but to his knees. Since he spent my first life making me cry. I’ll spend my second making him bleed.

A thousand years ago, he was the Emperor who ordered her death. Today, he is the CEO who controls her future. Su Yilin, a top historical restorer obsessed with the Great Yan Dynasty, begins suffering vivid nightmares of a princess's brutal downfall-memories so real they feel like a life she once lived. When she joins the Lu Group Museum, she comes face-to-face with its cold and powerful CEO... a man with the same face as the Emperor who killed her. Now trapped between her research and terrifying visions of the past, Yilin must uncover the truth: is she truly the reincarnation of a fallen princess bound by blood debt, or is her mind collapsing under the weight of obsession? Because inside the Lu Group Museum, the most dangerous artifact isn't the jade... it's the memory.

[Obsessive ML, Indulgent, Forbidden Historical Romance] Read this if you crave a forbidden affair between two nobles. On the night meant to seal her fate in silk and candlelight, Caelith Emberlyn discovers her new husband cheating on her 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?

Eva's Pov— "Eyan…" my voice trembled, the words barely escaping my lips. "Are you… Kyel?" He smiled faintly, the warmth I once knew gone from his eyes. "Looks like you found out," he said, his tone light, almost mocking. "Finally. Now I don't have to play this tedious game anymore." My heart thudded painfully. "What are you saying?" He stepped closer, his shadow falling over me. "That's right," he whispered, his voice low and sharp. "I am Kyel..." The word cut through me like a blade. My breath hitched. "No… no, you're lying. You're not my Kyel....you are not my husband." He leaned closer, his eyes cruel. "Then how do I know about the mole just below your right shoulder blade? The one only your husband would ever see?" I froze. He was telling the truth. My lips trembled. "Why… why did you lie to me, Eyan?" "Your Majesty," he snapped suddenly. I blinked. "W-what?" "You are not allowed to call me by name," he said coldly. "Call me what I am. Your Majesty." Tears burned my eyes. "Kyel… please, tell me why. If there's a reason—" "No," he interrupted. "There was no reason." My heart twisted painfully. "What?" "I lied because I wanted to," he said flatly. "I had no reason. And I owe you no explanation." I stared at him in disbelief. "But I'm your wife—" He laughed bitterly. "No. You're not my wife. You're just a woman I shared my bed with." My tears finally fell. "You said you loved me…" His voice turned to ice. "It was all a lie. I—Eyan Lucien Therald—never loved you. Not once." The world spun around me. He turned away, pulled open a drawer, and thrust a parchment toward me. "Sign this." My fingers shook as I took it. "What… is this?" "Divorce papers," he said coldly. "I've already signed. All that's left is your signature." "Divorce…" I whispered, my voice breaking. "Once you sign, we're done," he said. "You'll leave Velmoria and never return." Tears blurred my vision. "What about… our child that I'm carrying?" I stepped closer, my voice shaking. "Don't tell me you don't care about our child, too." He turned. "No. I don't." My heart stopped. "You… don't care?" "You were the one who wanted a child. I never did. But I gave you one. Isn't that enough?" I shook my head, sobbing. "Please, stop… please." "Now sign the papers," he said coldly. "Take the child with you and get out of Velmoria. Never show me that face again." "No. I won't." His voice thundered through the room. "Guards!" The door burst open. "Yes, Your Majesty?" "Take her out of this room," he ordered without looking at me. "Throw her out of the palace—and make sure she never steps foot inside again." I screamed, struggling against the guards' grip. "Eyan! Please—listen to me! Don't do this!" But he didn't turn around. Not once. As the doors slammed shut behind me, I looked at him one last time— and the love I always saw in his eyes… was no longer there. --------------------------------------------------------

"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.” **** Per Golden Ticket = 5 extra chapters

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.

Creditor: noun. A person to whom money is owed. Rahul Malhotra became my creditor for 500 rupees in the college library. I became his debtor with 73 rupees in my bag. I thought I'd repay him and forget him. But creditors like him don't collect money. They collect people. He paid my printout bills and said "add it to your tab." He fought my bullies and growled "she's in MY group." He drops me 2 streets before home and says "people talk." His dadi sends me rajma chawal because "you look hungry, beta." He says I'm charity. But he looks at me like I'm the only thing in his billion-dollar world that he can't buy. I am Isha Sharma. Scholarship student. Net worth: 73 rupees. He is Rahul Malhotra. Billionaire heir. Net worth: Priceless. He is my creditor. But why does it feel like I own him? A slow-burn, college, class-difference romance where a 500 rupee debt became a lifetime obsession. Warning: Contains a possessive billionaire who doesn't know the word 'no', and a broke girl who won't learn the word 'yes'.

╭──────༺♡༻──────╮ “What happened to ‘Yes, Your Majesty.’?” A cold voice asked. “What happened to your dignity as a King?” Elias shot back in anger. He knew he was being unreasonable but he had to be. That was too close. The King’s hand moved faster than sight. He hooked two fingers under Elias’s chin and jerked him forward. Elias felt the heat crawl up his neck. His face went traitorously red. Their breath mingled. Up close, the prince looked like a predator. A pretty handsome one. ╰──────༺♡༻──────╯ In the halls of Ravenholm Academy, status is measured by efficiency, and magic is a tool for the elite. Elias Thornbloom, a second-year student from a fallen noble house, wants none of that status. With his moss-green hair and silver eyes, Elias is the plant mage who views his powers as something to use mainly for his family and to help the plants. His only goal is to restore his family’s tarnished name and return to the quiet orchards of family and grandmother. But the plan for silence of Elias’s life is shattered in the same space he thought was safe. Cassian Thalorin, the perfect and lethal Crown Prince, is dying. He is the victim of a parasitic ancient plant curse that feeds on royal magic. To the King, his father, an inefficient heir is a liability; to Cassian’s ambitious brother, Zayne, the curse is an opportunity to steal the throne. The pact they made was simple. ‘Heal me. You and your family gets to live in peace.’ But what happens when the lines begin to blur? ʚ♡ɞ ʚ♡ɞ ʚ♡ɞ ʚ♡ɞ ʚ♡ɞ ʚ♡ɞ ʚ♡ɞ https://discord.gg/HA8vDUkmhf discord server for my books hi guys! it’s me again I used my previous book to learn a lot of things so this one will definitely be better than the last. I’m putting so much effort into this one so please support me okay? I want this as a career.

When a game developer from modern-day Earth wakes in the body of Prince Aegon Targaryen, the long-forgotten third son of Baelon the Brave, he expects nothing more than a swift, bloody end in the shadows of his more famous brothers, Viserys and Daemon. But fate has other plans. Aegon remembers everything: dragons, fire, politics... and the unfinished class tree system he’d been coding at the time of his death. Somehow, it lives within him now, reborn in his soul. Each decision grants him access to traits and abilities no Targaryen has ever wielded; [Pyromancer], [Demon Knight], and secrets yet to be unlocked. As the Seven Kingdoms groan under the weight of scheming lords, rising dragons, and prophetic whispers of doom, Aegon walks a knife’s edge, one foot in prophecy, the other in rebellion against fate itself. With a mind sharpened by two lifetimes and power drawn from beyond the known world, he’ll either forge a new destiny for House Targaryen... or burn it all down. Disclaimer: This is a House of the Dragon and A Song of Ice and Fire fanfiction. All rights to the original work belong to George R. R. Martin and the respective rights holders. No copyright infringement is intended. Written by Deep__Aureate. Officially reposted on Webnovel.

Betrayed by his partner and killed in the line of duty, Sub-Inspector Benedict Holstan wakes up in the body of a 5-year-old "useless" noble. Cast aside by his father and left to rot in an abandoned manor, Caelum Valtheron spends years studying ancient grimoires, waiting for his moment. When he enters the Royal Academy, the world expects a failure. Instead, they get a powerhouse. As the only student accepted into both the Knight and Magic programs, Caelum catches the eye of the second Prince, Elias. But Elias carries a dark secret, a poison that kills in 300 seconds without a willing sacrifice. Caelum has the magic to stall the clock. But in a world of political betrayal that mirrors the one that killed him, can he solve the mystery of the poison before time runs out for them both?

After being separated from her true identity as a baby, and having to grow believing she was someone else, princess Evangeline now has to fight to save the ones she now calls family and take back her throne.