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Blood Oath of the Castellanos

"I've been yours since the moment you saved my life. The oath says we'll die for this. So we die together." When Aria Bennett's widowed mother marries crime lord Vincent Castellano, Aria expects a nightmare. What she doesn't expect is Dante—her devastatingly handsome new stepbrother whose obsidian eyes follow her everywhere with an intensity that makes her skin burn. Within hours of arriving at the Castellano compound, Aria learns the family's most sacred law: the Blood Oath forbids romantic relationships between step-relatives. The penalty is execution for both parties, no exceptions, carried out by the family patriarch himself It should be simple. Stay away from Dante. Survive this forced new life. Keep her head down. But Dante isn't staying away. He watches her during family dinners. Appears in hallways she thought were empty. Knows things about her that he shouldn't—like her coffee order, her favorite reading spot, the scar on her shoulder from a childhood accident. When Aria confronts him, Dante reveals the truth: three years ago, she unknowingly saved his life when he was bleeding out in an alley behind her college campus. She called 911 and stayed with him, holding his hand, whispering that he'd be okay. He's been watching her ever since—protecting her from dangers she never knew existed, falling deeper into an obsession that violates everything his family stands for. Then the dead roses start appearing on her pillow. Black roses. Thirteen stems. Arranged in the pattern used at Castellano funerals. Someone knows about their connection. Someone is sending a message. And when Aria insists it must be Dante trying to scare her away, he makes a terrifying promise: "It's not me. But I'll kill whoever's threatening you, even if it means starting a war within my own family." The investigation reveals a horrifying truth: the Blood Oath isn't just a rule. It's a supernatural binding created 80 years ago by Katerina Castellano, the family matriarch, after her son fell in love with her new husband's daughter. In her rage and grief, Katerina performed a dark ritual before taking her own life—cursing any forbidden love within the bloodline to awaken her vengeful spirit. And the curse has killed before. Every couple who violated the oath died mysteriously—throats slit in locked rooms, bodies drained of blood, the matriarch's ghost seen standing over them. Now Katerina's presence grows stronger. Mirrors crack when Aria passes. Temperatures drop when she and Dante are alone. Phantom footsteps echo through halls. The dead roses multiply. Dante refuses to let her go. "I don't care about curses or oaths. I've belonged to you since you held my hand in that alley. If loving you means dying, then I'll die loving you." But the family has discovered their secret. Vincent Castellano gives them 48 hours before the execution order is carried out. And someone within the family—someone close—has been orchestrating everything, using the curse to eliminate threats and seize power.
noorimandeen · 116 Views

[Romance] Lord Black Dragon Still Hasn't Hatched Today

Jasmine received "shocking" news: she had to marry the Dragon Ghost as his wife. But in exchange, after the marriage, she would inherit the entire estate, subjects, and territory of her husband. Jasmine was overjoyed: "Is there such a sweet deal in this world?" On the wedding day, she dressed up sharply and stepped into the magnificent cathedral, casting an affectionate glance toward her future partner. And then she saw... a Dragon Egg. The majestic Dragon Ghost was nowhere to be seen; there was only an egg lying there all by itself. Inventory of assets: A dilapidated castle, with drafty winds blowing in from all directions. Subjects: Three hundred skin-and-bone slaves who, at first glance, looked like walking skeletons about to collapse from hunger. Territory: A dead land spanning ten thousand square kilometers around the Dragon Valley, so desolate that "dogs eat stones and chickens eat pebbles." Jasmine knew she had fallen for the scam of the century, but unfortunately, the knights who escorted Jasmine here had long since "whipped their horses and vanished," running away a long time ago. An old butler, so aged he could barely walk, tremblingly stepped forward, waiting for the new Lord's instructions: "My Lord..." Jasmine held the "egg-husband" in her arms, and her rational nerves snapped: "I have land and people, could I really let myself starve to death?" Putting words into action, Jasmine rolled up her sleeves and officially embarked on the path of tilling the soil to get rich. Many years later. A strange town suddenly appeared on the mainland, rumored to be obscenely wealthy. From that place flowed exquisite fabrics, pure white porcelain, and sparkling jewelry... Anyone who had ever set foot there could not help but exclaim in amazement, while wandering poets competed to compose poems praising that prosperity until their throats were sore. A certain greedy King became overcome with avarice and brought a massive army, intending to seize the town for his own. The result? They were treated to the sight of a giant dragon descending from the sky to "pay them a visit."
Ngọc_Trần_3827 · 43.5k Views

[BL] I Didn't Sign Up For This

Look, I’m Riven Kael. Twenty-eight, data analyst, zero ambition beyond paying rent and avoiding small talk. My life was spreadsheets, instant ramen, and the occasional ghost I pretended not to see. Then one mandatory company gala, because of course it was mandatory, turned into the universe’s worst prank. I touched a cursed amulet. I just touched it. Next thing I know, I’m waking up in a penthouse that costs more than my entire bloodline, sporting a glowing marriage sigil on my wrist, legally and magically hitched to Azryth Valek. Yes, that Azryth Valek. The CEO of half the planet, a walking sin in a three-piece suit, an ancient demon lord who was literally sealed inside said amulet until I accidentally set him free. He says we’re bound. Separation means both of us die slowly and painfully. Soul-consumption optional but very much on the table if I’m stupid enough to fall for him. Which, newsflash, I am not. I’m not. Shut up. So now I’m living with an unfortunately hot CEO from hell, dodging assassination attempts disguised as corporate mergers, banishing spirits that show up at my desk like unpaid interns, and pretending we’re a power couple for the cameras while he smirks like he knows exactly how much I want to strangle him. Or kiss him. Or both. Brain, we are not doing this. I didn’t sign up for boardroom battles, multiversal rifts, or the terrifying realization that the arrogant demon who ruined my life might be the only one who truly sees me. But here I am. Still complaining, still fighting, still falling, against every shred of common sense, hopelessly, stupidly, irrevocably in love. Because when the universe marries you to the devil, it doesn’t ask for consent. It just hands you the ring. And damn it, I’m keeping it.
Bizet_Algiz · 31.6k Views