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Blurb   When broke event planner Isabella “Izzy” Hart agrees to fake an engagement with cold, commanding tech billionaire Alexander Blackwood, she thinks it’ll be simple: smile for the cameras, fake a few kisses, collect the money, and walk away.   But nothing about Alex is simple. Not the way he looks at her. Not the way he touches her, as she belongs to him. And definitely not the way he says: “If this is just business… why does it feel like you’re mine?”   It was supposed to be fake. Now neither of them knows what’s real.

[MATURE CONTENT WARNING: 18+ Only. Heavy Smuts, knotting, possessive themes, and dub-con.] “I knotted you thrice today, little liar. Tell me… is the game still worth it?” In the pro leagues, Omegas aren't allowed to play. But Kayden Vale entered the hockey world anyway, pretending to be an Alpha. Living on suppressants, he has one goal: Win the Cup. But he also has one massive problem: Rhys Calder. Rhys Calder is the Alpha Captain of the Nothern Avalanche. He hates Kayden for being "too pretty" for the ice. The world sees them as two Alphas always at each other’s throats, but they don’t see what happens when the lights go out. Behind locked doors, their hate turns into a different kind of heat. It was supposed to be simple: Teammates on ice, fuck buddies in the bedroom. No feelings. No strings attached. Rhys thought he was with a cocky Alpha. Then he found out the truth. Instead of turning Kayden in, he claimed him. What started as a physical release has twisted into dark obsession. Enemies to rivals-with-benefits to something far more dangerous: love. What happens when the world discovers their forbidden secret? #BL #Omegaverse #SportsRomance #RivalsToLovers #SecretIdentity #PossessiveAlpha #Smut #Hockey #ForcedProximity #EnemiesWithBenefits#Mpreg#Erotica

Twenty years after the mysterious deaths of two high-profile celebrities, a young woman is pulled into a world of intrigue and deceit in her pursuit of the truth. Not knowing who to trust, she must rely on herself to discover what really happened that night, and decide her own fate in the face of a new reality she may not be prepared to confront.

Kurt Rosanna. A 24-year-old assassin with a particular lust for killing 'evil people'. This lust causes him to get excommunicated from his work, leaving him jobless. He thinks, however, that this is a good thing because being an assassin meant always looking over your shoulder and being weary of those around you. Now free to do whatever he wants; he decides to turn his life around and live a much better one. That was the plan... until it wasn't. He began seeing people who weren't actually there. Heart palpitations, throbbing headaches, a bleeding nose, everything he felt about himself was wrong. Whatever was happening to him, his body couldn't take it anymore. And so, he fainted. ........ "Hey! Wake up lad!" SPLASH! He got sprayed with water.... magic??? Join Kurt as he navigates and overcomes a new Earth. A place filled with magic, a lunatic cult and academy students who thinks the world revolves around them. Spoilers: It doesn't. . .. ... "I love you, Rosie. No one else can have you, I'll make sure of that." - Diana Valentine ====== What to expect in terms of romance, No Yuri, No NTR, Yandere, Possessive MC, No Harem

Arthur Blackwynd didn’t expect to survive the strange and terrifying event that happened at sea. Even less did he expect to wake up in the DC Universe a world he’d only ever read about in comics. Armed with the Shadow Monarch System,the ability that grants him control over shadows and an undead army, Arthur is both awed by his new reality. As a lifelong comic geek, he knows the heroes and villains like the back of his hand Haunted by questions of why he’s here, Arthur struggles to find his purpose. Will he embrace the darker side of his newfound powers and become a villain, or will his sense of justice lead him down a different, unpredictable path? “why the likes of Raven seems to be watching my every move?” In a world full of gods, monsters, and legends, Arthur must decide who he will become and what role he’ll play in shaping the fate of the DC Universe. If you wish to read more or support me than check out my patreon at “https://www.patreon.com/FrenzyAren”

A man from our world,calm, cold-minded, and ruthlessly logical. Dies with no legacy worth remembering. Fate tosses him a second chance, dropping his soul into the body of Frieza before the tyrant becomes a cosmic joke. But this Frieza is not the shrieking egomaniac history remembers. This Frieza wakes with the mind of a strategist, not a spoiled monster. He studies the empire he has inherited and sees what the original never saw: raw potential smothered under arrogance. An army built on fear instead of efficiency. A legacy weakened by theatrics. A dynasty rotting from the inside. So he does what a rational man must...... He tears it down to rebuild it stronger. He trains. He plans. He watches the universe like a chessboard waiting for the first decisive move. He shores up his forces, reforms his command structure, and eliminates incompetence with clinical precision. No rage, no tantrums just cold decisions backed by overwhelming power. But he does not walk alone. His new mind carries charm that the old Frieza never cared to use. He disarms enemies with wit, entices allies with intelligence, and draws the eyes of DBZ’s strongest women with the confidence of a man who knows exactly what he wants. Not with childish boasting through presence, restraint, and ambition that radiates like a controlled star. Every step he takes rewrites Dragon Ball history. No senseless planet-killing. No self-sabotaging pride. He is building an empire that will not crumble when a Saiyan child grows up angry. An empire that thinks. An empire that adapts. An empire worthy of fear for the right reasons. A transmigrated mind in a tyrant’s body, carving a new future with logic as his blade and the universe as his proving ground.

Prince Aegon—third son of Prince Baelon Targaryen, great-great-grandson and namesake of the great Aegon the Conqueror—was never meant to survive his first year. But the Gods, having laughed their fill at their own original designs, altered the fates of men in mere jest. Now, Viserys and Daemon Targaryen have a younger brother, in whom the realm sees the third head of the dragon from the royal sigil. What life have the Gods ordained for him? What mark will he leave upon the history of the Seven Kingdoms? --- This is a translation Raw novel: “Третья голова дракона” --- Read advance chapters on my Patreon Pa-treon (.) com /WinterScribe

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Power decides fate— but what happens when fate makes the worst possible choice? Reincarnated war-nerd Zhan Ge, whose only real-life experience with conflict was driving military supply trucks in Ukraine “for research purposes,” suddenly opens his eyes in 1903… inside the body of Prince Oskar, the awkward, ignored fifth son of Kaiser Wilhelm II. In the German Empire, he’s supposed to be noble. Disciplined. Patriotic. Elegant. Instead, he’s: – socially anxious, – addicted to military history, – speaking German like an Austrian action hero, and – climbing palace trees to hide from responsibility. Branded “the strange prince,” never taken seriously, Oskar becomes the forgotten Hohenzollern— the prince nobody needed. But Zhan Ge knows something no one else in 1903 could even imagine: Germany is racing toward a catastrophe. The world’s first global war. A disaster that will shatter empires, redraw continents, and erase millions. If he does nothing, the German Empire collapses. He loses his title, his home, his future, and—worst of all— his chance at a peaceful life with a wife, money, food, and absolutely zero trenches. To survive, Oskar must change history itself: strengthen Germany without unleashing darker futures stop the world from repeating its greatest tragedies outsmart rival princes, generals, ministers and avoid accidentally starting WWI early with an Arnold Schwarzenegger one-liner. Armed with a century of historical knowledge, modern logic, and a dwarf attendant who constantly questions his sanity, the most unwanted prince of Prussia stands at the dawn of a new century… Determined to reshape the fate of Europe— or die trying (again).

Lena woke up feeling unbearably tired and sore, as though a truck had run her over during the night. As she slowly opened her eyes, something felt wrong. The ceiling above her was unfamiliar—different from the one in her bedroom. Panic shot through her chest. She tried to sit up and immediately froze. She was naked.

Selene kneels in her murdered husband's blood, seconds from execution. Then the Alpha King scent hits her. Mate. Second chance mates are supposed to be a gift. A mercy from the gods for those who lost their first. Hers is the man who slaughtered her pack and killed her mate. Now he holds the blade above her neck. He doesn't kill her. He marks her instead. Now she's his captive. His obsession. Wearing a monster's claim on her throat. "You can mark my body. You will never touch my soul." Selene plays the role of captive mate. She bends. She waits. She survives. But she is not a woman who breaks. And when the moment is right, she will make them all pay.

Content Warning: Contains mature themes that may be unsuitable for underaged readers. Excerpt Ragnar finally looked up. His eyes roamed her face, then dropped lower and lingered just a second too long. “Careful, princess. Keep taunting me like that and I’ll start thinking you like our nightly sparring.” “And if I did?” Her voice was soft now. Almost playful. “Would you stop pretending that you don't like it when I challenge you?” He rose from his seat slowly until he stood toe to toe with her. “Tell me something, Circe.” She tilted her chin up. “What?” “If I kissed you right now… Would you slap me, stab me, or kiss me back?” Her breath hitched. “That depends.” “On?” “How good the kiss is.” A pause. Something hummed between them, something neither of them dared name. Ragnar’s gaze dropped to her mouth. “Do you want me to find out?” She smiled, slow and wicked. “Make it worth the risk.” **** She was forced to marry the man who led the attack on her people. After her father is murdered, Circe is forced to leave her home and become a prisoner of the enemy. When she is taken to the enemy territory, she expects to be tortured physically in every way imaginable. But what she hadn't expected was for the vampire king to offer her up as a bride to his illegitimate son, the very same man that had her people slaughtered. It was a fate worse than torture. With her little brother's life on the line and with nowhere to run, Circe is forced to succumb to her fate. Right then she vowed in the name of her dead father to bring her husband to his knees. She would have her revenge, even if it meant destroying herself in the process. From the first time Prince Ragnar laid eyes on Circe, he knew she was going to be trouble. But trouble had never looked so intriguing. She was a puzzle he couldn't solve and that fact only drew him closer. Like a moth to a flame, she threatened to consume him. She would be his very own demise. Circe's presence in Lamora awoke something sinister, a malicious entity roaming the lands. From dusk till dawn, the streets of Lamora becomes engulfed in a strange fog and from within the voice of a woman can be heard. Anyone who wanders out at night when the fog comes, vanishes seemingly without a trace. Never to be found again. what happens when Circe's brother becomes a victim of this evil presence? What happens when Circe has no other choice but to team up with her husband, who she despises, in order to find the truth behind the disappearances and the evil magic plaguing their lands.

They never called it a relationship. That was the rule that made everything possible. She agreed because rules felt safer than desire, clarity easier than honesty. At first, it worked. Every interaction measured, every boundary respected. Until the night she realized she was memorizing the sound of his breathing. That was when the agreement stopped being quiet, and everything changed. Drawn together by invisible threads, they navigate a world where desire collides with control, secrets unravel, and visibility carries immense cost. Every choice is a test. Every connection a risk. In a city that watches without mercy, one decision could ignite passion, defy power, and leave everything exposed. Can they survive the attention, the enemies, and the truth they refuse to hide, or will the agreement that once protected them finally break?

In the middle of the castle garden stood a table prepared for an elegant tea, draped in white lace, set with blue-and-white porcelain, tiered trays of pastel pastries, and crystal cups releasing the mingled scents of roses and spiced leaves in the warm afternoon air. And in the midst of this carefully arranged ensemble lay Mirabelle Luchs. Her wild curls were spread across plates and among the tempting desserts. Her dress had been pushed up to her hips, her legs bent and braced against the edge of the table, trembling. Elegant male hands pressed them farther apart while she desperately tried to close them. Between her legs was the head of a man. His pointed fox ears twitched with amusement as his tongue moved over her again and again. Desperately, she grasped his copper-colored hair—whether to stop him or to hold on, she no longer knew. Another shudder ran through her, and a purr mingled with the birds’ song. While he savored his dessert with pleasure, Mirabelle wondered how it had ever come to this. ---- Mirabelle Luchs wakes up in a world that should not exist. A feudal beast kingdom ruled by instinct, hierarchy, and conquest. A world where aristocracy is carved into bloodlines and women like her are used to secure peace after defeat. She inhabits the body of an unmarried duchess from the losing side of a brutal war. Sheltered until now. Politically valuable. Offered by treaty to powerful beast nobles from the victorious realm. Men who do not hide their expectations, their presence, or their hunger. Mirabelle is unprepared for medieval court life, for beast instincts worn openly, for how closely power and desire intertwine in this world. But she refuses to remain a passive prize. With a modern mind and a sharp sense for social dynamics, Mirabelle begins to turn the rules against those who seek to control her. Provocation becomes a choice. Submission a performance. A mature reverse harem fantasy set in a medieval beast world, featuring political marriages, power games, and a female lead who refuses to be ruled quietly.

Jay, a ordinary unemployed man from earth reincarnated into a drama novel just because he cursed the author in the comment section. But the twist is- he is the unwanted young master of the li family. Hated by his own father, constantly conspired by his green tea step-brother and unwanted by his six step-sisters. Even his girlfriend was cheating on him with his step-brother. In this case not only he decided to destroy his step-brother, but to also take every female for himself. And to make all this successful he got his system. THE LUST SYSTEM. The story is full of melons. The main character is smart, hot and cold blooded. the story contains MILF.....GILF.....step- mother.....step- sisters...harem...mature women....neighbor...... Try the first chapter at least, I am sure you will like it.

Han Soorin thought landing the job of a lifetime—makeup artist for LUMEN, the hottest K-pop boy band in the world—would be her dream come true. Billboards, music shows, sold-out arenas… and her ultimate bias, Jung Haejin, standing just a breath away. But reality? A nightmare wrapped in designer clothes. Haejin, the flawless leader adored by millions, is nothing like the angelic idol Gleams worship. Offstage he’s cold, sharp-tongued, and impossible to please. The first words he throws at Soorin? A sneer at her “lack of manners” and a warning she won’t survive a week. Yet every day backstage pulls her deeper into their chaotic world—glittering stages, vicious rumors, obsessive fans, and the suffocating pressure of perfection. She sees the cracks in Haejin’s mask, the loneliness behind the spotlight… and against her better judgment, her hatred begins to blur into something far more dangerous. When a scandal threatens to destroy them both, Soorin must decide: walk away from the idol she swore to hate, or risk everything to stand by the man she never expected to possibly... love? ✨✨✨✨✨ [Chapter: 5-20 Update Daily] [Update schedule: 10+ comments or 2 reviews=1 Bonus chapter]

# Synopsis My past life doesn't matter. How I died doesn't matter. Only what I am now matters. I woke up in a dead boy's body with one mission: fulfill his last wish. "Kill the sun and weather gods," he whispered before his soul disappeared. I had no choice. A dying wish is sacred—so I accepted it. When I transmigrated, I gained a system and one skill: Absorption. My first target? The sun god, freshly reincarnated and weak. He was just a child. Killing him felt morally grey, until I remembered: gods don't die permanently, they reincarnate. He'd return in a thousand years. So I absorbed his core. [Congratulations! You have slain the Sun God and attained his blazing core!] [Title Acquired: Flame Champion] [Title Acquired: Godslayer!] Staring at those notifications, something changed in me. I didn't just want to fulfill the boy's wish anymore. I wanted to kill every god that exists. One god became two, two became six. Each kill made me stronger, I absorbed their cores, their powers, their very essence. But killing gods has consequences and unexpected rewards. For every god I slay, another villainess joins my side, each one bringing her own power to my crusade. Now, after six divine corpses, Heaven itself demands my head. They've sent their champions, warriors blessed by the gods I haven't killed yet, to strike me down. But I won't stop. Not until every god falls. Even if it means becoming Heaven's greatest enemy with an army of villainesses at my back.

Raven barges into the walk-in closet without knocking—only to freeze at the sight of Alexander standing there, half-naked, a white towel secured around his waist. “Oh my goodness—I’m sorry,” she blurts out, turning away. Alexander scoffs, his tone cold and dismissive. “There’s nothing to apologize for. Married people see each other like this all the time.” “But this isn’t a real marriage,” Raven snaps back. His eyes narrow. “I see you’ve been filling your head with foolish ideas. Don’t push me, Raven.” He steps closer, his voice low and controlled. “Even if my father arranged this marriage, it will be real—in every sense of the word.” Her breath catches as he adds, “Brace yourself, wifey. Soon, we’ll be doing exactly what real couples do.” With that, he grabs his clothes and walks out, leaving Raven standing there, stunned and speechless.

Chained in silver and hunted, Serena collapses into the arms of the Alpha Prince of Drakenfell. Mine. Mate. But she doesn't hear it. A year in silver chains left her wolf silent. She has no idea what she is to him. They thought she was an omega. A runt he dragged home out of pity. She is neither. Dragons bow to her. A mark burns on her arm. Ancient power answers her call. She is the Dragon Queen reborn. The woman Dexmon's soul has reached for across lifetimes. But he's betrothed to the daughter of the man who kept her in chains. So he stays silent and watches her become the most dangerous temptation in the realm. His betrothed will kill to keep him. His court wants her gone. They think she's prey. They're wrong. "I'm not a little bitch." When the same dark forces that destroyed her pack move against Drakenfell, Serena refuses to let history repeat. Not in this life.

A mysterious game suddenly shows up on the internet, boldly stating a harsh truth - 99% Fail. There are no reviews, no developer name, just a challenge inviting the world to try. Kaito, an ordinary guy with an ordinary life and nothing special to his name, accepts out of curiosity. He doesn’t last long. He fails the very first mission, and at that moment, the game disappears as if it never existed. Shaken but unable to prove it was real, Kaito tries to move on. The next morning, he dies. Instead of dying, he wakes up in front of a beautiful goddess with a disconcerting smile. She tells him the truth: she created the game, and sent it to his world. Dragged into her world against his will, he must play the game again with five lives. But mercy is not part of the rules. If Kaito loses all five lives, he won’t be allowed to die. He’ll stay in this world forever, trapped in a broken, mindless existence. This is the same game he couldn’t clear even once. With death looming over every choice, impossible missions ahead, and a goddess whose motives seem much darker than divine, Kaito must struggle against fate itself. Can someone with no skill, no destiny, and no second chances beat a game made for failure? Or was he chosen solely because he was never meant to win? A deadly game, five lives, one broken god, and a question that could change everything.