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New World, New Life: I Became A Bigshot In The Ancient World

Excerpt Aristia could not help but stare at the platinum blonde a few steps in front of her. She seemed to sparkle with a glow that drew people in around her. Something that only happened to the main character of a novel. [Is that stupid book sure I'm the female lead?] She thought, her jaws almost going slack. At this point, she was sure she was deluding herself— or the book was deluding her. She didn't know why, but she already disliked the girl. [This is definitely not jealousy.] She rubbed her brows, watching how the innocent, naive looking girl exuding female lead aura was being flocked around already by others despite her low status. "F*ck, I'm really in deep shit!" — Aristia Andrews had just returned home from work and prepared to go to sleep, when she was given a novel. Nothing strange about that though, huh? But just after she had completed the novel, she woke up to find herself tossed into a whole new world. Taken from her world and the life she deemed perfect, and tossed into a not-so-ideal world. She becomes Aristia Amberale, the beloved five year old daughter of the only Grand Duke and Imperial Prince of the kingdom, said to be loved by all in the kingdom. Now part of royalty, she has to get accustomed to living in a backward world of Kings and Queens, Dukes, Marquises, Earls, Viscounts and Barons. Just the titles and hierarchy were enough to make her smart head spin. With beautiful and loving parents and relatives, a hopelessly adorable younger brother who just might be a sis-con, loyal-to-the-death servants, and a smart brain, join Aristia as she enjoys eating and making delicious cuisines, forms unique friendships, and creates successful businesses. However, she finds all is not as she thought it was; there just might be something bigger than she expected that the book did not reveal— something that could turn her well balanced world upside down. First of all, she discovers that her character is actually hated and not loved. Then, she finds out she's not really the female lead. Now... she has a lot of mysteries surrounding her to unfold, secrets to uncover, and a sad fate to avoid. But... "Hey, why are you looking at me with those eyes? The female lead is over there." "You, stop following me around, will you? You're supposed to hate me!" "Stay back, all of you! What's wrong with you?!" But most importantly... why are these obviously important characters not leaving her alone? And why was the cold, unloving soon-to-be Emperor husband of that powerful Empire paying attention to her instead of the female lead? It wasn't supposed to be like this...
Gray_Queen19 · 134.4k Views

Blood Oath Seduction: Symptoms of Murder

“Are you afraid of me?” Drogo voice was quiet but something underneath it was wrong. He was calm. Too calm — Not after what he had just done with his bare hands... Karen’s lips quivered violently, but her throat refused to open. No sound escaped. The metallic scent of blood reached her nose as he climbed onto the bed, the mattress dipping under his weight. “You don’t have to be scared, Schatzi” Drogo murmured in a soft tone, tilting his head as he studied her paralysis with unsettling interest. “You’re not lying to me.” His jaw tightened faintly. “They lie,” he whispered with a gleam in his eyes. A gleam she had never seen before. Drogo added, “Every single one of them lied. They always do...” He leaned closer. “But you…” His lips curved. “You would never lie to me, Schatzi.” The sound of the German pet name he'd given her now felt heavier in her chest. Karen wanted to shake her head, to deny whatever twisted certainty he had built around her. Her body remained numb. Drogo then raised his hand, blood dripping from his fingertips onto the sheets. His fingers touched her cheek, still warm. He then dragged them slowly across her skin, leaving a dark red streak as though marking her. “You’re not scared of me…” he decided softly, almost reverently. “Only liars are scared of me.” He leaned down and pressed his blood-smeared lips to her forehead. “I know you’ll never lie to me,” he whispered against her skin. He smiled from ear to ear. “That’s why I love you.” ● ● ● Life isn't suppose to be that hard... Quite straightforward, actually. After all, Karen had just one mission. Get close enough to Drogo Vetter and extract valuable information from him — How he ended up between her legs is irrelevant. But that's not a major problem, it doesn't still affect the main mission. It's just one of those things people do to pass time and feel pleasure... What's the worse that could happen? ... Aside from Drogo being assigned as her next target. Shit.
DestinyNdi · 13.6k Views

THE MAFIA GAME

200 strangers awaken inside a massive underground structure known only as The Hall in a deserted island far off from the city. Few signed up for it, while others were kidnapped to fill up the requirements needed to complete the game. They are stripped of names. Given codenames. Watched by unseen eyes from a large mafia empire. The rules are simple. Survive the rounds. Or die anonymously. A glowing blue bar on the wall tracks progress. A mechanical voice announces each stage with calm indifference. Every elimination fills the percentage closer to completion. Among them is Echo, real name Nia Serafina Lorrito. Who became an orphan at the age of three and was raised by her foster parents. Unaware she is the hidden daughter of a powerful mafia king that owns the whole empire. She was kidnapped by the king minor subordinates who wanted the downfall of the king because of her resemblance to the king. They knew how much the king wished he had a daughter. His blood lineage was poisoned and he couldn't birth a female child. This made him desperate in need of one. He had no idea that the woman he once loved several years ago has given birth to a female child. They kidnap the girl because of her so much resemblance and was about to execute her when one of them brought out a suggestion that she should be toyed with first. She was forced into the game. They sent someone inside the game to do the job perfectly. During the game rounds, Echo overcome many casualties and was brave enough to survive countless rounds. She does not scream when the first player is killed in the Blood Mark round. She does not beg when alliances fracture overnight. She watches. Calculates. She Learns how fear moves through people like a virus. Across the chamber stands a man known as Requiem. His real name was Adrian Romano…. Forged from discipline, secrecy, and conflict. Cold, strategic, and lethally efficient, he enters the game with a hidden mission: eliminate Nia Serafina Lorrito (Echo). But proximity changes everything. Beneath his controlled exterior lies a man capable of deep, consuming love, the kind that battles duty. As jealousy, guilt, and devotion collide, Adrian is forced to choose between the mission that defines him and the woman who undoes him. His ultimate sacrifice doesn’t weaken him. It cements him as tragic, loyal, and unforgettable. When the arena floods during Round four, panic devours logic. Platforms become scarce. Contestants shove one another into rising water. Sharks are released beneath them. Safety cages descend from the ceiling, each allowing only two survivors. Choose who lives with you. Or drown. Echo refuses to surrender to chaos. Instead of sacrificing one person for another, she engineers timing. She leaps with precision. She trusts Ghost, the quiet strategist who has begun orbiting her like silent gravity. She trusts Requiem, though she does not yet know why she feels safer when he is near. Requiem dives into shark-infested water to save a trembling girl he could have abandoned. He does not hesitate. Something in him shifts. When the cages rise and the water claims the unlucky, only ninety contestants remain. The Flood has chosen. In the resting chamber that follows, guilt suffocates louder than screams ever did. Towels are handed out. Dry clothes are provided. Dim lights hum overhead. And secrets begin to crack. Ghost reveals his real name: Ellis Collins. Scar becomes Daniel. Viper becomes Amara. And Echo, after hesitation, speaks a name that alters the temperature of the room. “My name is Nia Serafina Lorrito.” Silence falls instantly. Lorrito. The name that sounded like that of a king. Requiem’s eyes do not widen. He already suspected. Or perhaps he always knew she wasn't acting ordinary. Her bravery. Smartness And love was different from others. As the rounds escalate, poison feasts where contestants must choose which plate is lethal, mirrored corri
Victor_Eleazer · 3.6k Views