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Rim Young has a problem: he's hopelessly, irreversibly obsessed with S-Class Esper Wi Hajoon — the villain of the century. The kind of ridiculously hot, walking red flag who makes normal people run for the hills. Rim Young? He runs straight into the knife. After suddenly transmigrating into the novel where his favorite villain is real and breathing the same air, Rim Young's fictional crush metastasizes into a full-blown, life-ruining obsession. He's blind to every warning sign. The knife at his throat? Romantic. Being treated like garbage? Just a villain's love language. The villain calling the bed “their place to talk”? Rim Young volunteers. Honestly… how much love-blindness is biologically possible? (Asking for himself. Definitely himself.) But he also has a mission: ensure the main character and the male lead survive and reach their happy ending. Unsurprisingly, Wi Hajoon is the biggest obstacle to that route and Rim Young can't bring himself to oppose him.

Curses, secrets and an intriguing family history. Born into a world that would have been better left hidden from me. >>>Satoru Gojo X Mayu Ryomen (OC) - including Violence, Drama, Smut, Action, Romance and many more.

After a simple extraction mission, Kenneth makes a dire mistake that wipes out his entire team. Left alone and bleeding out, Kenneth has no choice but to pray to a higher being in hopes of getting a second chance at life. Luckily for him, his prayers are answered as he finds himself in the body of a man who has the same name as him! Now, faced with a strange world he is unfamiliar with, all he can do is follow the previous owners' wishes to enter the infamous military academy Toleran and become a renowned Anchor. The problem is finding a Striker to pair with. In comes Lucien Saint-James, the captain of the third division and a high-class Striker with whom he has the highest compatibility. The problem is, whenever Lucien is around, he gets this uncontrollable urge to bring him to his knees, not to mention that he doesn’t care for his arrogant attitude either. Now, Kenneth faces a dilemma. If he ever hopes to make it out of this academy alive and realize the dreams of the original Kenneth, he will have to suck up his pride and learn to hide his urges if he wants to make it out in one piece. Oh, and did he mention he had to deal with monsters and mystical beasts too?! ****************************************** Excerpt: “Kiss me.” Kenneth blinked. “What—“ “You heard me. Do it. Now.” Anger flashed in his eyes yet his body moved before his brain could tell him to stop. He reached for the Striker and their lips met. Kenneth poured his energy into Lucien, filling the barren pit inside his mind, giving him enough juice to keep going. The two pulled away, and Lucien’s steely eyes met his, holding him in place. “You always look like you hate anchoring me, but then you get that blissful look on your face that screams ‘I want more’. It’s cute.” Kenneth felt an unbearable urge to slap the smug smile off his face. But since now wasn’t the time to commit acts of violence against his pair. He held himself back. He would deal with him properly later. “Eat shit, captain.” Was all he said before sending him off. ****** A guideverse story with a little twist, hot and cold romance with a whole lot of slow burn (emphasis on burn because the MC refuses to admit his feelings, the stubborn fool). TW: Trauma, survival’s guilt, and violence

In a rigid aristocratic society where marriages are political and mistresses are open secrets, Alina Ashworth, daughter of a bankrupt merchant is sold to the most powerful and feared man in the kingdom: Austin Moore, Duke of Ravenmoor. Her official title is his bed warmer. This humiliating title means she is his to use, display, and discard. Yet, he never touches her. Every night, she comes to his room, lies on his bed, but he doesn’t even look at her. But in public, he is a different man. At banquets, his hand is always on her waist and he introduces her to others with possessiveness that make men step back and women glare. Furious at being used as a prop, Alina decides that she will not be his silent ornament. If he wants to display possession, she will give him a performance worth watching. Soon, she weaponizes her bed warmer title, turns the humiliation into power and makes him fall for a woman he was never supposed to want.

Viola was once the pride of her pack, destined to rise above everyone on the day she received her wolf. Instead, that day marked her fall. She had been the villain in countless stories, untouchable and adored by the Alpha heir, until the night her wolf was supposed to awaken, and fate played its cruelest joke. She fell to the lowest rank in her pack, rejected by her sworn mate. Stripped of status, strength, and even her wolf, she was forced to live a life worse than that of an omega. Imprisoned and alone, Viola’s only hope of escape lay in finding her wolf, or her fated mate. Only, a dark past kept her powers dormant… and her fated mate didn’t want her. Sebastian Kade is powerful, ruthless, and chained to a past he refuses to release. Viola Linden does not belong in his world, and he wants her gone. Fate, however, disagrees. This fragile, stubborn girl refuses to leave his orbit. He does not believe in love. He does not want her. He has already lost too much. An Alpha who swore off weakness, hardened by loss and haunted by a prophecy that feels more like a curse, Sebastian is certain he will never allow another woman into his life. But the Moon Goddess is rarely kind. Viola carries something ancient within her, something dangerous, something powerful enough to defy him. Hate twists into desire. Desire ignites into fierce passion. And passion threatens to become love. But when Sebastian discovers what Viola truly carries within her, will it save him… or destroy everything he’s built? ~~~ WARNING: MATURE CONTENT! #Slow burn #Spicy #Morally Gray ML #Adventure #Angst

After dying unloved, Anaphora awakens as notorious villainess—one who once obsessed over the crown prince, ruined her own sister in jealousy, and left behind a name socked in cruelty. Now accused of poisoning the emperor, she is cast to the North as a discarded concubine to the empire’s feared tyrant, the second prince. But to her, he isn’t a stranger—he is the only man who ever stayed in her dreams. Yet when they meet, Atticus denies her completely. Hated for a past she doesn’t remember, Anaphora holds onto one fragile truth—she found him. And this time she won’t let him go. In a land that devours the weak, Anaphora refuses to break. Though bring powerless and having nothing in hand from before, she refuses to be a passive figure. Instead of seeking protection, she resolves to become stronger-- not for glory, but stand beside Atticus as an equal rather than a burden.

Lisa Casper and Gaten Criano are two childhood friends who had crush on eachother.Gaten to a bussiness man and because of a misunderstanding Lisa choose to be a spy.Then they meet after years, her personality is completely changed from a soft girl to a bold girl and a bit if playgirl too. Then after so many dramas  they got married and  the tension arises when Tony Harper comes and try to make their life hells.Can our Lisa save herself, her family and  her friends? And punish him for his deeds?And can they get a happy ending?

​"Dear Father, you taught me how to be a monster. It is only fair that you are the one to taste my monstrosity." ​Olivia Luceron was the perfect tool for her father, the Duke of Tharon. For years, she played the role of the devoted daughter, acting as a spy within her own marriage to dismantle her husband’s power and surrender his secrets. Her reward for such loyalty? A cold dungeon, a mutilated body, and a walk of shame through the streets of the Imperial Capital. ​She died hating the man she once worshipped, and grieving for the husband she had systematically destroyed. Duke Matthias—the man she treated with nothing but icy indifference—was the only one who stayed faithful to her until his final breath. ​But death was not the end. ​When Olivia opens her eyes, she finds herself back in time, exactly one year before her tragic end. Her platinum hair is unblemished, her skin is free of scars, and the husband she betrayed stands before her once again—with those same cold eyes, devoid of any warmth. ​In this life, Olivia seeks neither forgiveness nor love; she has long since lost faith in both. She has only one purpose: to play the "Perfect Wife" to atone for her sins, while systematically annihilating the Tharon bloodline—the very lineage that turned her into a monster before discarding her. ​She will wear the mask of ice the world expects to hide a heart of fire. But as she navigates a world of lethal poisons and imperial intrigue, she realizes that the silent Duke she once ignored hides a truth far more deadly than the House of Tharon itself. ​The hunt has begun. And this time, Olivia is no longer the prey—she is the hunter.

[Mature Content R18+] [Slow-Burn Dark Romance] Two days before my wedding, my fiancé told me he would marry my twin sister, because it was her dying wish. My family, his family, everyone dear to me, turned me into a villain for being defiant. The decision was final. The bride had changed. They forced me into a golden cage, waiting for my turn to be another substitute. Then he came. The man who should have been my enemy offered his hand. Led us into one wild night. "Be my wife. Six years. Let's have a contract for exactly that long." "You lost your mind. You promised-" "And I'll give you five years. You can be free. Do whatever you want with the Kingston name. I promised that." "Wh... what?" "But you must promise me, you will be back, and let's live like we burn for each other in that last year." "Rafael... what are you planning to?" "Get things back to their right place." I was tired of being anyone's pawn. So, I play my own game. Five years later, I am back. Revenge is an understatement. The price for my suffering is due. My children keep asking for their father. They'll meet him soon, but there's a problem:  I’m not sure who the real father is. "Viona... I never stop loving you. Tell me they are my flesh, right? I want you back. I want us back." My ex-fiancé shamelessly pleaded before me. "They are mine. The four of them are mine." And there he was, my contracted husband declared with a glare that was ready to burn the whole society down. This should be a simple game of power. But love always meddles between the players. ====== Author's Note: This Novel is a character-driven plot with slow-burn smut. Every character has their own motivation and is layered. Every choice has no easy way out. If you enjoy slow burn, this might be to your liking. Please read all the free chapters before you decide to continue or not. Thank you for giving this story a chance.

{{DARK ROMANCE}} ⚠️Warning: Mature content(18+) This story contains dark romance, possessive characters, questionable decision, and dangerously obsessive love. Expect morally gray men, intense tension, and scenes that may leave you questioning everyone’s sanity… including mine for writing it. ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ “Your Majesty...” “Are you testing me on purpose?” The way he said it was low, and strained making her stomach tighten. She barely had time to breathe before he closed the distance completely, until she was between him and his grand throne. “I told you…” his voice dropped in a dreadful whisper, “not to call me that.” Adeline's lips parted, but nothing came out. His hand came up under her dress, rubbing her bare thigh. Her breathe caught in her throat. Her heart beating wildly from the pure temptation. “It is what you are,” she managed, her voice unsteady. His eyes darkened. “Is it?” His thumb dragged slowly up to her inner thigh, just enough to make a moan build in her throat. A slow, dangerous smile touched his lips. “No,” he murmured, leaning just enough for his voice to brush against her ear, “that’s what I am to everyone else.” Her fingers curled into his shirt as his hand still did unholy things to her body. “To you, It's Azai.” He met her eyes with a lustful, hungry gaze. “Now, say my name temptress.” Her heart hammered in her chest “…Azai.” she whispered his name like sin. The moment the name left her. A slow, satisfied groan slipped from his mouth as his forehead touched hers. “Again, My beloved.” he said, his voice husky. And of course, she did. ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ Have you ever felt someone watching you… so closely that it feels as though your very soul belongs to them? Someone who would snap a man’s neck with his bare hands over a single whisper of disrespect… and lay the severed head at your feet as if it were the most precious gift in the world. Yes. That is my fate. My name is Adeline. A dying village girl with no crown, no power… and barely a month left to live. When a royal decree summons every eligible woman to the prince’s bride-selection ball, I have no desire to go. I have no desire to dream of a future that will never belong to me. But my mother insists. She wants me to see a brighter life than the one she was forced to endure. I never expected to be chosen. I never expected to survive the deadly trials. As the soon to be wife of Prince Nathan. To him, I am nothing more than a mistake dragged into the palace. His cruelty follows me through every corridor. He even once stripped me bare, leaving me to die in the rain. But I am not alone. Because every night… He visits my dreams. My terror. A voice that coils around my thoughts. A touch that never truly claims me… yet leaves my body trembling as if it already belongs to him. And in the daylight, there is the king. The vampire king. The king of Valempire. The most feared and ruthless ruler. A man whose gaze lingers on me far longer than it should. A man whose presence makes my heart race in a way that feels strangely… familiar. Perhaps it is only my imagination. Or perhaps some monsters do not wait in the darkness. And if a monster becomes obsessed with you… The real question is not whether you will survive. It is whether you will ever escape. ✧❀✧༻༺✧❀✧༻༺✧❀✧❀✧༻ Wait… how about a little spoiler? What to expect? •Vampires. {The descendants of Dracula.} •Demons… •Lucifer himself. And just when you think that is enough... There are three kinds of demons too. •The Primordials:- the first ever created. •The Lessers:- born demons. •The Spawned:- the unhonoured ones. The story is wilder than you think... ✧❀✧༻༺✧❀✧༻༺✧❀✧❀✧༺ {If you enjoyed stories like Married to the Devil’s Son, The Crown’s Obsession, or The Duke’s Masked Wife, then this story might be just for you.} Discord: thaymi_1 NOTE: The book cover belong to the author, do not reuse it.

"If I can just stay under the radar, I might survive the final chapter." Kim Jowoon woke up in a novel world as the illegitimate fourth son of a marquis, Julian Von Astrea, and it looked like every single character hated him. It was a world where everyone looked like a protagonist—shining eyes, tragic backstories, destiny practically dripping off them. Everyone except him. He didn't even get a script. Then the Affection System popped up and crushed his hopes in one clean line of text: every so-called “hero” in the capital had a solid 0% interest in his continued existence. Naturally, Julian did the most reasonable thing possible—he ran. Straight into the safest job he could think of: tutoring the young son of the Empire's most reclusive (and famously cold) Duke. The plan was foolproof. Win over the kid, stay invisible, collect a fat paycheck, and live long enough to die of old age instead of plot relevance. It didn't go smoothly at first. The child never spoke, the Duke barely appeared, and Julian briefly wondered if he'd chosen the wrong kind of death. But somehow… it worked. The Duke's son quickly warmed up to him. Lessons became warm and fun moments, and silence turned into trust. And even stranger, the Duke's affection level didn't just rise—it skyrocketed into something Julian absolutely had not planned for. For the first time since transmigrating, he felt safe. Then the Emperor began to interfere, so much that he became a madman to Julian. Julian thought he could live quietly. Well... He thought wrong.

The city burned exactly as he planned. Not a moment too early. Not a second too late. To the world, he is nothing more than a criminal, a disposable piece used to clean up dangerous “instances” no one dares to question. His memories erased. His purpose decided for him. That’s what they made him. What they took from him… is something else. Abandoned without answers. Used without consent. Controlled without knowing why. Somewhere beneath the silence forced onto him, something kept building. Not madness. Something colder. Because the truth isn’t just hidden from the public. It’s buried so deep that even those searching for it are chasing lies. But lies leave cracks. And he’s starting to see them. The city he burned wasn’t an act of destruction. It was retaliation. A message. And if the truth really is buried beneath everything… Then he won’t hesitate to burn through the rest of the world to reach it.

There was no such thing as magic. That’s what everyone believed. That’s what I believed until one day I shielded myself and my mom from an on coming truck. Now I’m being dragged away to some magic school in some other realm parallel to ours. I don’t belong there. I’m only human. I made one shield and I can’t do it again. I can’t do anything right here. I’m only human, right? What is my mom hiding from me? Why am I so weak? And why am I drawn to the prince?

Mikhail Volkov is not a man who waits for anything. Cold, calculating, and powerful in the way that only men who have built empires from grief truly are, his world runs on control and precision. Every variable in his life is accounted for. Every outcome is predetermined. He has spent fifteen years ensuring it stays that way. Then he sees her. Suzanne Paul appears on his television screen one quiet evening, radiant and commanding, a Nigerian fashion designer hosting her first runway show in New York. He does not know her name yet. He does not know anything about her yet. But something in him shifts in the way that tectonic plates shift, slowly and then all at once, and Mikhail Volkov, a man who has never wanted for anything, finds himself wanting something he cannot simply reach out and take. Because Suzanne Paul belongs to someone else.

Sloane Sterling arrived happily in her new apartment in New York city only to meet her destined roommate, the handsome and mysterious Arthur Hayes her career rival. "Are you lost, what are you doing here?" "I should be asking you that, this is my house." "No that can't be, this is my house too." What!!!!!!! left with no other choice and no other money, they were forced to stick together and make do in the cramped studio apartments. Every morning they leave to work together pretending they don't know what each other had for breakfast in the morning. Back to the apartment in the evening they are sharing vanity mirrors, kitchen counters table top while secretly plotting against each other for the position of the company's Director General

At Shenghua Academy, the "Seven Stars" were legends. They were the elite 90% club—a mischievous squad of toppers who ruled the classrooms and the sports fields. At the center of this constellation were two rivals: Xiao Xing, the fierce "Karate Princess" and coding prodigy, and Li Yan, the cold, analytical "Chess Prince" who viewed the world in binary. For six years, Xiao Xing hid a variable in her heart that no logic could solve: a deep, unrequited crush on the boy who fought her for every Class President seat. On the night of their graduation—after tying for the top rank with a staggering 98.2%—Xiao Xing finally made her move. The result? A brutal system crash. Li Yan rejected her with cold, clinical precision, calling her feelings "desperate" and "illogical." The Seven Stars scattered across the country, the group chat went silent, and the "98.2% Equation" was left unsolved. Six Years Later. Xiao Xing is now a high-stakes Security Architect, and Li Yan is the genius CEO of her biggest corporate rival. When a massive digital conspiracy threatens to delete their shared history and target their families, the "Seven Stars" must reunite for their most dangerous mission yet. Between secret GitHub comments, high-speed chases, and "Love Contracts" hidden in metadata, Li Yan is no longer running from the truth. But as a new rival, the warm and charming Hao Ran, enters the frame, the Chess Prince realizes that winning Xiao Xing back won't be as easy as a 90% logic gate. In a world of corporate sabotage and "Zero-Day" heartbreaks, can two rivals finally bridge the distance between their seats in the library? Or was their 98.2% tie the closest they were ever meant to be?

[A sequel to The F-Class Healer Omega is a Villain] In the city of Seoul, nothing had truly changed since the last surge of gates—at least, not after the last high energy levels had stablized. The country had settled into peace and harmony, guarded by an even stronger awakener… until the moment he became pregnant. Two months into his pregnancy, that stability shattered. S-Class gates erupted across the country in an unprecedented stream, swallowing cities in panic and destruction. But these gates themselves weren’t the most troubling part. The one who triggered them—undeniably an S+ Class awakener—had vanished without a trace. Gone. Offline. Watching the country burn from the shadows, planning something far more dangerous. With the nation on the brink, the Central Bureau for Awakeners had no choice. They assigned the task of hunting down this mysterious new S+ Class to the strongest hunter in the country. And who is the strongest hunter, you ask? Of course… it’s me.