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I named you heir, you named me yours

An emperor who refused to rule with blood. A prince who refused to love with restraint. Elliott Lancaster, descendant of the sun and the gentle Emperor of the Vellurian empire, has spent his life avoiding war- and his father's attempts to force him into a political marriage. After his succession, instead, he adopted an orphaned noble boy, Aiden, raising him as both heir and an unlikely companion. But their bond was never that of father and son. How could it be, when they had less than a decade between them? Aiden Lancaster, the perfect prince in court and a storm of violence on the battlefield, has waited years to prove himself. He is devoted to his adopted father- some might even say, too devoted. Still, up till now, he was restrained by Elliott's desire for peace, despite their enemies poking them again and again. But Aiden's patience had its limits- but them touching Elliott was the straw which broke the camel's back. Now unrestrained, he wages a war so brutal it shocks the empire. When Elliott awakens to find borders redrawn in blood, he must confront the terrifying truth: the boy he raised has become a conqueror, and his devotion has twisted into something far more dangerous. As rival empire schemes and the nobility whispers about their unnatural bond, Elliott faces an impossible choice: maintain his morals and risk losing Aiden or embrace the ruthless love of the man who would burn the world to protect him.
sulphurdioxide · 52.8k Views

Unexpected Romance: Love $ Hustle

Twenty-eight year old Delilah Sterling, has perfected the art of being a respectable realtor by day, and a professional gold digger by night. Delilah believes she has her double life under control. Her meticulously crafted life crumbles when she wakes up one morning with a wedding band on her finger, a marriage certificate on the table, and a sinfully gorgeous man claiming to be her husband. To make matters worse, he is broke and jobless, making her feel trapped in a surreal nightmare. Desperate for escape, Delilah demands a divorce, but the stranger—insisting he wants to stay married—thwarts every attempt. Frustration and confusion mount until Delilah hatches a new plan: she proposes they team up to con her next target, the elusive billionaire, Hunter Quinn. What Delilah doesn't realize is that her "broke husband" is actually Hunter Quinn himself. Billionaire CEO, Hunter Quinn, having discovered Delilah’s intentions to con him, had decided to outplay her at her own game. Hunter agrees to the partnership, and together they plunge into a high-stakes game of deceit. As they plot and scheme, the lines between pretense and reality blur. Their forced proximity ignites an unexpected chemistry, leading to moments of vulnerability and genuine connection neither anticipated. Caught in a whirlwind of deception, passion, and power plays, Delilah grapples with their growing feelings. As their con deepens, she must confront the ultimate question: Can she open her heart to love and trust again? ****Exerpt**** Delilah’s eyes darted to the marriage certificate again, the official seal glaring back at her. Her fingers itched to tear it apart, to make this nightmare disappear. But deep down, she knew that wouldn’t change anything. “I don’t remember,” she whispered, more to herself than to him. “I don’t remember any of it.” Blake nodded as if he had expected this reaction. “That is expected. You had a lot to drink last night.” he fished out a phone from the back pocket of his trousers, opened it. “Here, this is us celebrating, after we got married last night,” he said, showing her a picture. Delilah’s breath caught in her throat as she stared at the photo. It was indeed her. “How?” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “I don’t remember any of this.” “It was a wild night,” he said softly. Perhaps she had married Blake because he was wealthy. That would be the only logical reason for her to make such a blunder. There was hope, she thought, as she clung to the possibility of salvaging something from this disaster. Turning to him, she forced a smile, “Is this your house? Are we in your house?” She asked, looking around the bedroom. Blake shook his head, “No. This is a hotel,” he said, and she nodded. “I see. It looks like quite an expensive hotel,” she observed, “What do you do for a living?” she asked, trying to keep her voice steady as she searched his eyes for any hint of affluence. Blake hesitated, his confident demeanor faltering for the first time. He looked away, rubbing the back of his neck. “I’m... in between jobs,” he stuttered, avoiding her gaze. Delilah’s heart sank, disappointment crashing over her like a wave. “In between jobs?” she echoed, her voice tinged with disbelief. Blake seemed to sense her dismay. “I know it doesn’t sound great,” he said quickly, trying to reassure her. “But I’m working on a few things. I just need a little more time.” “You’re jobless,” she muttered to herself as reality sunk in. “How did you pay for this room? For the wedding bands?” She asked, and he winced. “I didn’t. You did,” he said, and she collapsed on the bed. (PS: Cover photo isn’t mine. Credit to the real owner)
Miss_Behaviour · 1m Views

Truth and Lies Intertwined

In order to complete her mission in a barely recovered world after catastrophe, Arya decided to pretend to be a child and made trouble all day long. She managed to lurk for a few years when her superior suddenly decided to promote her to become a small group leader. Looking at the few people given to her, Arya was silent. Subordinate 1: so Arya likes cake… then I’ll make a few more for her Arya (blush): I only like it a little bit! And you’re using these cakes to exchange for information! Subordinate 2: When doing mission, how come Arya can change her faces so quickly (from unreliable to reliable)? Dual personality? Arya: …Nonsense! You’re the one who have dual personality! Subordinate 3: Why did you call us cute? As a big man nearly 1,9 meters tall, I don’t think I’m suitable for this adjective. Arya (shocked): I never said that! Damn it, who tarnished my reputation? Subordinate 4: Awww, Arya is so cute…. It’s hard to believe that she’s our leader. Arya: S… Sister, even if you say that, don’t try to pinch my cheek! Seeing their group that looked more like a group of adults taking of children, the other people were speechless. Are you sure that you’re a member of criminal organization? Why does it look like you’re trying to cultivate a group of people into a daddy and mommy experts? When Arya’s mission was finally completed, she chose to run away directly. But someone caught her and brought her favorite cake in front of her. “Don’t you want to taste it~?” Arya blushed. “You’re too foul!” ... Note: it's not harem nor reverse harem. It's 1vs1 from the beginning to the end. ... Story set in a fictional future world that's recovering after war and live in bases (detailed description can be found inside the story) Join the discord to chat with the author and other readers: https://discord.gg/pBy2wGB ... Other novels: -Flowers Bloom from Battlefield [complete] - Under the Veil of Night [complete] - 7 Path of the Lilies [on long hiatus] - 1 Year of Beginning [complete] - Villain Lady [complete] - Science and Fantasy [complete] - 2 Years of Restarting [complete] - The Quiet Empress [complete] - The Villain's Little Cat [complete] - Astral Flower [complete] - Villain Princess [complete] - Forgotten Legend of the Bloodied Flower [on going] - Runemaster in the Last Days [on going] ... Follow me on IG: @sora100518
Sorahana · 58.8k Views

[BL] My Darling Host Refuses To Take Off His Fursuit!!

Furan Shi only wanted to be a cutie little princess. That's it. But we're talking about the non-political one that talks to animals and drinks green tea. No milk... and no drama. So when he died, nobody missed him. After his family and relatives, the next person to attend his funeral was his homeroom teacher and friends™, his murderer, and then a mysterious red-eyed crow. Said mysterious crow came to offer him a better deal. No, he still won't be a cutie princess, but he can be the next best thing after that. He was invited to transmigrate into different realities without any restrictions. It wasn't a Villain system, a Cannon fodder system... it doesn't belong to any category. Just experiencing the worlds should be enough to satisfy it. After all, 「 no data is bad data. 」 Furan Shi agreed with one condition. Filter: ‘Animal Characteristics’ System: Are you… sure about this? Furan Shi, pouting: Is that not possible..? System: … you're welcome to do as you like =͟͟͞͞(꒪ᗜ꒪‧̣̥̇) What you'll get: ✓An indecisive (and impulsive) MC ✓Raum ✓Spicy chicken story cards ✓Mother's Eye [Yes, this is a quick transmigration novel.] [Yes, all cutesy cutie pie bc I am sad.] [Yes, the host will never remove the 'Animal Characteristics' tag.] [No, the host isn't always an animal demihuman. Could be a mix of nonhumans or no human parts altogether.] [And no, this isn't necessarily about furries. Eh, but I'm open to negotiations.. ╮(. ❛ ᴗ ❛.)╭] [Most importantly, this won't be a strict 1v1 qt story. While the ML recurs across arcs, both leads may explore other options. You have been warned.] I do apologize in advance if this is not your cup of tea. I'm trying my best to make this as light-themed as possible for people like me who just wanted to relax, aka not much brain games... not much face slapping.. ehe.. I wrote this book because I have the great sad (and because I needed Fast Pass haha)
santaVanilla · 45.4k Views

The dragon's harem

What makes dragons strong? It's not their power or magic, but their mind. Arrogance, greed, Iron Will, and the lack of human restraints. What would happen if you threw such a creature into human society? Would they understand humans? What does love even mean to them? This is the situation that our MC, Arad Orion found himself in. A newborn dragon bringing "Might make Right" to the humanoids, but why? Due to an abnormal condition, the mighty void dragons are on the brink of extinction. Their bodies have suddenly started rejecting their kind. Due to that, Arad's mother dropped his egg into a forest where he could hatch safely, leaving him with a fragment of her consciousness and informing him of the condition of their race. From that point, his goal became clear. To save their race by either finding a cure for their condition or going the second route of making more void dragons. But, sadly, nothing is ever that easy. Finding a cure is almost impossible. Arad is still practically a newborn and cannot tap into the terrifying might of his race, and his rarity makes him a prime target for mages and scholars seeking to study the dying race. Dragons are arrogant, proud, and vicious. Yet those feeling extends to those whom they love. You who touched a dragon's love, Retribution is an insult, and life is a crime. Beware as merely existing draws the dragon's wrath. Follow Arad on his journey as he grows from a naive wyrmling to a grown dragon with enough wisdom and power to stand with the strongest of the world. *** If you liked the story, please support it with power stones and comments! The story now has a Discord server. Please visit it to see character art by me and the community. https://discord.gg/CPJXDj6Adg *** You can contact me at Discord at any time Alen_Tanor#1599 And last. Please don't forget to leave a review, it really helps!
Alen_Tanor · 2.8m Views

The Pregnant and Rejected Luna and Her Lycan Child

Araya Varrow spent years thinking that marrying the pack’s Alpha, Jasper Drevyn, would finally earn her a shred of dignity. Instead, it all blew up in her face. Jasper, proud as ever, shamed her in front of the whole pack, tossing her aside as if she meant nothing, wolf-less, unworthy, and pregnant with his child. Alone and exiled into the bitter cold, survival seemed like a lost cause. But destiny had other ideas. Just as her strength was giving out, Araya was found by Ronan Tharos, a Direwolf whose past is written in scars and whose gaze could melt stone. His methods are harsh, his temper sharp, but he pushes Araya harder than anyone ever has. Under Ronan’s relentless training, the wolf inside her finally roars awake—enormous, silver as the moon, and bound to an ancient prophecy. The child she carries isn’t merely a symbol of her old life; he’s the linchpin in a legend that could either heal the rift between wolves and Direwolves or plunge Drevalon into chaos. When word reaches Jasper that Araya is not only alive but thriving, he returns a shell of the man he once was—pleading at her feet for a second chance, willing to risk everything. But Araya is no longer the vulnerable woman he cast aside. She’s carved herself into a force to be reckoned with, standing at the head of her own pack, a Direwolf at her side, and a son whose power could shake the world. Now she stands at a crossroads: forgive the man who betrayed her, or embrace the wild Direwolf who taught her to fight for her future. In a realm where betrayal hits harder than any blow and the fires of prophecy burn hotter than revenge, Araya is ready to take her place at the top and make sure every last wolf who turned their back on her remembers her name.
June_Calva81 · 1k Views

Claiming The True Heiress

Eric’s POV “Mum? Did you… did you drug me?” I hiccupped. I staggered on my feet after breakfast, fingers braced against the chair as if it might explain my sudden weakness. My mum let out a harrumph. She reached out, steadying me with two hands on my forearms. “Eric, you know I would never do anything to hurt you,” she said. “But this has to end.” Heat crawled under my skin in a way the wine didn’t account for. My erection, inconvenient and impossible to ignore, burned with an awkward, humiliating pressure. “You put it in the blood sausage, didn’t you?” I blurted. I love blood sausages and my mother had just ruined it for me. “Sweetie, you need an heir,” she said, helping me set my feet beneath me properly as if she were coaching a child through the first time on a horse. “And I told you, you’re not getting one. At least not from me.” “Hence, the drugging.” Her fingers tightened briefly. “I have secured a young lady from the Duvall family. Strong bloodline. She is—” She paused. “—suitable. She will be here soon. And you will sleep with her.” A maid swept past. She passed within arm’s reach, she bowed slightly before continuing on her walk. I had seen her countless times in the estate and yet right then, she seemed like the sexiest woman in the world. I watched idly as the maid’s uniform hugged the line of her hips; and I imagined my swollen cock buried deep inside that ass. Fuck! What did my mother give me? My mother groaned dramatically beside me. “Let’s get you inside before you actually start humping the maids, Eric,” she muttered, looping her arm through mine. My body was on fire—skin buzzing, pupils dilated, my cock straining against my trousers. “I’m not doing it, Mum,” I hissed. Her grip tightened. “You will. I’ve hidden every condom in your bedroom, and in the whole estate. You cannot be the last of our line, Eric. Do you hear me?” “I’d rather jump off the bloody roof!” I snapped. My vision flickered red for an instant; the heat from the drug felt like it was eating my veins from the inside out. I could smell the heat of the servants in the hallway. Everything was too sharp, too vivid. “Eric Maxwell Blackwood!” she thundered. “Don’t you dare scare your mother like that.” We finally reached my room. “Mum, please,” I said. “You killed Father because you couldn’t stand what he had become. You know I’m the same. You want me to bring a child that will be the same into this world?” My hands were shaking as I pressed them against the doorframe. Her face softened then, just a fraction. “The curse will break someday, love,” she murmured, brushing my damp hair back from my forehead. “We just have to be patient. We just have to survive until then.” I sighed and collapsed back onto my bed. The sheets were cool against my fevered skin, but it did nothing to ease the pulse between my legs. I stared up at the ceiling. My erection pointed stubbornly upward, a cruel reminder of the drug’s effect and my mother’s plan. “She will be here soon,” my mother said softly. “A young lady from the Duvall family. Strong bloodline, chosen for you.” She straightened. The heavy door shut with a thud, and I heard the lock slide into place—a soft, final sound that made my gut twist. I was alone now. This was my mother’s last resort to make me produce an heir. If there was truly a merciful goddess, she would not grant my mother’s wish. I have to be the last cursed Blackwood. I have to be.
JoyceOrtsen · 40 Views