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Princess Rosemary is a wilted flower in her father’s court. Born into a society that puts power on a pedestal, her frail body and faltering angelic powers earn only scorn from the nobles and icy contempt from her father. Suffocated by whispers and rejection, Rose’s gentle spirit breaks, driving her to do the unimaginable. But as she does so, memories of her brother's kindness renew her will to live. Yet, it might already be too late as she's dragged under the raging river. As all hope seems lost, a pair of cold eyes peer back at her. Would their owner bring the salvation she so desperately craves, or a continuation of the emotional torment she has endured since she was a child?

Lang Huan, a beautiful young woman, descendant of the prestigious Lang Clan in the modern world, is swept away by fate into another dimension—one where time and reality are entirely different. The long-dormant power within her awakens, transforming her into a formidable Wolf Warrior. Amidst the chaos of this unfamiliar world, she crosses paths with the cunning yet captivating The Eldest Princess Zhao Yi. What starts as a dangerous game of deception soon entangles Lang Huan in an inescapable trap—one that leads her not only to danger but also to an unexpected love. On a night when the moon shone brightly, the princess let her hair fall like a waterfall and wore a transparent gauze dress. She threw herself at Lang Huan. Lang Huan’s heart nearly jumped out of her chest—she almost had a heart attack. Lang Huan : “What are you doing?” Feng Yao : “Hug me… I am cold” Lang Huan : “……” Feng Yao : “Kiss me…” Lang Huan : ”Are you crazy? I am a woman…” Feng Yao : “No problem…I like woman” Lang Huan : “…….” #Yuri #comedyromance #palaceintrique #romance

After meeting an unfortunate death on earth, Sigrid unwillingly transmigrated into a novel world becoming Lady Sigrid Thorin the unwanted wife of the crown prince. She resigned herself to her fate and set a goal to become the empress. But to become the future empress, she had to gain the heart of her husband_the foul tempered Prince Roland Maximus a man that loathed her and would sooner kill her than kiss her. While his heart was too thin for her to squeeze into, it was rather wide for the woman he brought home on returning from a three month expedition, a woman he had sworn to protect forever. The same woman Sigrid was on a mission to destroy, an irreconcilable enemy. With misunderstandings, scheming and jealousy, thus begun Sigrid's trials to win the heart of the man that had undeniably captivated her with his dazzling smile and her mission step over the fake female lead, be crowned empress and change her fate. Excerpt. "A knife to the throat of your husband that has just returned from war, what do you hope to accomplish crown princess?" Sigrid's eyes trailed down, to the silver blade pressed against her abdomen, she raised her head and laughed snidely. "A knife to the belly of your wife as soon as you return from war, other men start by saying, honey i am home. They also don't bring home unwanted canaries as presents for their wives." Roland leaned down with a part smug and part angry smoldering look in his eyes. It was if he wished to set her on fire, and not in the passionate way. "Honey i am home." he slowly said, dragging the words out. Sigrid trailed the knife slowly over his neck, almost as if she was caressing it with her fingers. "Welcome back, i hope you don't mind but i intend to kill that canary. If you want to bring me a gift next time, try gold and diamonds. I can also accept you, just wrap a ribbon around your bare chest."

In the ancient fantasy empire known as the Celestial Realm, the destinies of the demon princess Mo Yuer and the cold-blooded swordsman Han Feng intertwine despite their initial positions on opposing sides.

Meet Ash, Princess Aishwarya from the Island of Kalai, the eldest daughter, the only daughter in generations, born into a family of moderators. A special kind of human that served as moderators between the natural and the supernatural world. Ash was trained to be queen from a very young age. Well versed in the art of politics, war, negotiations, people, manners, manipulation, swords, archery, guns, magic, supernatural studies and more. However, her life turns upside down when her mother, a healer, the only healer on the island passes away, and a dark calamity begins forming on top of her island, the island needs a new healer. While she takes up the mantle behind her grieving father, her father backstabs her with a marriage proposal that would kick her out of the island and crown his brother the throne. Her brother, who has only ever lived a kind, carefree life honing his magic is now the king, and she is a roadblock her father wants to remove from the path. To save herself and to stop that power imbalance her proposed marriage would cause in the supernatural world, Ash enrolls into the most prestigious university across the Atlantic. Supernatural University. Standing at the university gate, she feels lost. ---------------------------------- Free To Read

Li An, abandoned at birth in the cold palace, gains a miraculous gift when a seed from the Tree of Knowledge enters her mind, enhancing her intelligence and pushing her on a mission to gather wisdom points by applying her newfound knowledge. As she grows, she uncovers her noble heritage and encounters her destined fiancé, a proud young general who looks down on her. Will she be able to win his heart, or will he conquer her first? In time, as she showed her abilities, she was given a fief, a barren land. Now, will she be able to turn this wilderness into a blossoming rose? Or will she give up and just live a carefree life? Let's read and find out.

Beneath a sky that remembers forgotten names, a rift opens—and the world will never be the same. Lynchie is no chosen one. Orphaned by fate and burdened by dreams she can't explain, she enters the gates of Vatra Arx, a floating academy suspended between stars and ruin. Within its spell-forged halls, celestial politics, ancient beast trials, and haunting whispers of the First Tongue converge. But power comes at a cost, and destiny isn't always a gift. As rival students clash under hidden banners and forbidden factions awaken, Lynchie must survive more than exams—she must survive truths no one dares speak aloud. Truths that twist the stars, silence gods, and splinter the meaning of life itself. At the edge of prophecy and rebellion, a misfit may wear the crown—if she can remember who she is.

Peninah Hartglow awakens in a royal estate with no memory of who she is or how she got there. The world around her knows her only as Iris Tahenna, a noblewoman feared for her coldness and power. Struggling to make sense of her new reality, Peninah assumes the identity of Iris, navigating palace life among knights, maids, and courtiers who expect her to play a role she doesn’t understand. As she uncovers fragments of Iris’s life—letters, whispers, and rumors—Peninah begins to question whether she is truly an imposter or if she once lived this life and chose to forget it. Amid growing political intrigue and a mysterious connection to a knight named William, she discovers that the royal estate hides secrets bound to a magical book. Now trapped in a world shaped by her forgotten words, Peninah must unravel the truth of her identity, confront the consequences of the story she created, and decide whether to rewrite fate—or become the villainess history remembers.

Absurdity stupidity of war soaked in surrealism

Dyan Halvest is the Archmage of Scabia Tower, better known as Dyan "The Wise." Approaching his fortieth birthday, he finds himself at a crossroads, realizing that he truly has nothing: no family, no children, no true friends, and no love. He decides it's time to leave everything behind and start anew. So, he abandons all his duties to go to the rural village of Glavendell, where he will give everything to finally find happiness, as he promised his dead master.

She's gonna kill the instructor, Alpha," Talon had said. "Or herself. Or both. There's no telling with that one. The sex ed teacher made her do diagrams today." Apparently, the instructor was relentless. No subtlety. No metaphors. No poetic euphemisms. Nope. Just hard, anatomical facts and brutally graphic expectations. And Luna? Poor, brave, deeply mortified Luna? She was dying. Every. Single. Day. Kyllian smirked as he stepped into his quarters. Her scent hit him instantly. He heard a thud upstairs. He climbed the stairs quietly, not wanting to startle her mid-breakdown. At the top, he paused, listening. "…and then she said, if you do not properly stimulate the upper hood of the clitoris—WHAT EVEN IS A CLITORIS HOOD?! Is it a hat? Why does it need a hat?!" Kyllian barely contained his laughter, biting his knuckles as Talon's voice drifted back. "Technically, it's a fold of skin. Like a protective flap." "Oh my GODS, Talon, get out before I break something over your head." There was a loud thwap. Possibly a throw pillow. Kyllian finally entered the room, casual as ever. "Sounds like your education is going well." Luna turned, her eyes wide with righteous fury and embarrassment. "I'm scarred, Kyllian," she hissed. "Mentally. Emotionally. Spiritually." He raised a brow. "That bad, huh?" "She made me draw a penis yesterday." Talon snorted behind her. "It was terrible. Looked like a deformed eggplant." Luna hurled a throw pillow at him. "GET OUT!" Talon darted from the room with a cackle. "So," Kyllian said, lounging back in one of the plush velvet armchairs in the sitting room "What did you learn today that has your knickers in a twist?" Luna, standing in the middle of the room with her arms crossed and a deeply offended look on her face, sighed dramatically. "I learned how to perform oral sex." Kyllian blinked. "I… I beg your pardon?" She tilted her head, sarcasm oozing from every word. "Oral sex, Kyllian. With detail. And a diagram. And a banana." "A banana?" "A banana!" she repeated, throwing her hands in the air. "Like, is that standard procedure?" Kyllian grinned, his amusement growing. "Come on, tell me how she explained it." His tone had shifted less teasing now and more intrigued, though he still wore that maddening smirk. He shifted forward in his seat, elbows resting on his knees. Luna narrowed her eyes at him suspiciously. "Why? So you can laugh at me?" "Absolutely," he said with zero shame. "But mostly because I want to see this banana demonstration for myself." With a dramatic groan, she snatched the nearest banana from the fruit bowl on the coffee table. The irony that it had been sitting right there, mocking her with its yellow smugness, was not lost on her. She held it up with two fingers. "Okay, so first, she said this is the penis…" Kyllian held up a finger. "Wait. Did she call it that?" ***** What happens when a werewolf princess is created for one sole purpose? For revenge against the vampire prince. Princess Luna is artificially mated to Prince Damien. She fights the bond with everything and even agrees to an arranged marriage with Alpha Kyllian. but when her survival depends on a hard choice, the prince chooses to mark her even when it meant it would take him down. Dying and still refused by the werewolf princess, he has to find a way to provide an heir for his people or his uncle Gabriel will turn the entire Blood City upside down if he takes the throne. His people look to him for their own survival but then his only chance of living might be to find his true mate. Will his bond with Luna be able to withstand what fate and politics throw their way?

An exiled princess, a poisoned husband, and a battle for power—Eirian Soliel refuses to be forgotten, but can she turn a cold marriage into a fiery alliance before it’s too late? First cousin to the King and the darling of the Court of Sorrow, Eirian has spent most of her life indulging all her whims and fantasies under the protection of her royal blood, but when her father’s sudden re-marriage results in a son, she finds herself suddenly shuffled aside. On top of that, her longtime on-and-off romantic partner suddenly betrays her. Instead of proposing to her, he shows up to her birthday ball, married to a low-ranked Lady without a word of warning. Eirian’s life is upended, and her stepmother succeeds in exiling her into an arranged marriage with a general who never leaves the distant borderland. Regimented, completely disinterested in the capitol and the Court, and dying from a poison no one can identify, her new husband would rather continue his simple life with his mistress than welcome his new wife, but Eirian refuses to go down without fight. Determined to make a place for herself if she cannot find one, Eirian finds herself facing an enemy she never expected, and she underestimates her shy, gentle husband. Will the General fall for his vivacious Princess, or will Eirian be set aside again?

WARNING: MATURE CONTENT I fell asleep playing a twisted reverse harem otome game… and woke up as its most hated villainess. Now I’m Davina Emerson — the imperial princess feared by all, executed in every ending, and cursed to die no matter which route I take. Worse? A cold-hearted system appeared, telling me this isn’t a dream. If I want to survive and return home, I must complete every mission it throws at me. Or die trying. And my first mission? Raise the favorability of the male leads — the very men Davina once enslaved, humiliated, or betrayed. A prince once chained in her bedroom — who now smiles while planning her execution. A knight stripped of honor, who treats me like a battlefield. A saint defiled by sin, who once prayed for my soul… and now craves my touch. An ex-fiancé turned rebel, who fights for justice — even if it means my head on a spike. A “loyal pet” bought from the black market — who might be a predator in disguise. They’re all obsessed. They’re all twisted. And they all want me dead… or worse. This world isn’t a game anymore. Every kiss hides a blade. Every favor hides a trap. To survive a twisted reverse harem, I’ll have to outplay the story itself. Daily updates: 1–2 chapters Every 5 comments = 1 bonus chapter Every 2 reviews = 1 bonus chapter 1 Golden Ticket = 1 bonus chapter Only if you feel like it, of course ;)

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This story revolves around Misaka Mikoto and Misaka 10032, when all it takes is a moment of inattention and an unexpected mix-up happens. Then the avalanche of events can no longer be prevented. The story is from the point of view of the main character (Mikoto), as she trying to solve things by her own way. From the timeline standpoint, I could put the story somewhere after the end of Railgun S, but 'Gremlin Ark' added such a punch to the plot that we have an excuse for any plowed timeline, cross-over, Out-Off-Character and character come-backs. So, probably expect anything that could be found in books, manga, anime and Fan-Fic from novels to doujinshi, from fan-art to video. No games. Enjoy.

Betrayed by her family. Branded a villain. Left to die. Laraine was once a royal princess—until the crown turned on her. Now, with a cursed past and a burning thirst for vengeance, she rises from the ashes at the head of a rebellion. But fate isn’t done with her yet. On the brink of death, she’s granted a sarcastic, infuriating Villain System by a goddess who admits: Laraine was never meant to suffer this fate. But since the world sees her as the villain, she’ll become one—with power, strategy, and zero mercy. Enemies fall. Alliances twist. And just when she thinks she’s ready to destroy everything… Vienna—her cold former rival and the woman who once tried to kill her—returns, not as an enemy, but something far more dangerous. Can Laraine survive betrayal, divine manipulation, and a heart she swore she’d hardened? Revenge is sweet. Falling in love with your enemy? That’s the real poison. An intense GL fantasy full of slow-burn romance, court intrigue, painful pasts, and dark redemption.

"Mate," my wolf spoke loudly in my mind.  The smell hit me first. A smoky cedarwood, dark and heavy. My body reacted before my head even had a chance to process what was going on, and then I saw him. Alpha Elias Beaumont. He was tall, and handsome. His full dark hair made me feel bald and emerald eyes were sharper than the edge of a knife.  He stole the moment. The rest of the world went into oblivion. He was mine. I took one step closer and he retreated. The earth beneath my feet could have turned to liquid, it was that soft. Elias's face impossible to decipher, his jaw shut tight, his eyes burning with some feeling I had no notion how to classify. My wolf yelped in agony, but I held strong, muzzling my own breath into a level plane, waiting…waiting for him to speak. He felt it just like I did. I moved towards him, but he stopped me with his hand. "Don't," he warned.  And then, his words, individually like a blade, cutting through me. "I, Alpha Elias Beaumont of the Artemis Pack, deny you, Amara Kings, as my mate." ~ For eighteen years, Amara Kings has been nothing more than a ghost—a forgotten heir locked away in secrecy. On the night of her long-awaited debut, she senses her fated mate among the guests. But her dreams of love and freedom shatter when Alpha Elias Beaumont, the man destined to be hers, publicly rejects her and claims her sister, Kamla, instead. Betrayed and heartbroken, Amara swears Kamla will not get away with her deception. But when Kamla is found murdered that same night, all eyes turn to Amara. Branded a jealous killer, she is thrown into a nightmare of torture and humiliation at the hands of the mate who once denied her. But Amara is no ordinary wolf. As darkness rises and buried secrets unravel, she discovers a power within her that could reshape the entire werewolf world—or destroy it. With enemies lurking in the shadows, an obsessed Alpha vying for her heart, and Elias desperate for redemption, Amara must decide: will she seek vengeance, claim her rightful place, or carve a new destiny of her own? The truth was never meant to come to light. But now that it has, the world will never be the same.

Princess Seraphina was once the empire’s shining light—until her own sister betrayed her. Poisoned. Buried alive. Erased from history. But fate never intended for her to stay dead. Ten years later, she returns as a veiled palace maid—an invisible ghost haunting the very halls that once celebrated her. Beneath her mask burns a single purpose: vengeance. Yet the palace she once ruled is no longer the same. Emperor Kai—the cold ruler who unknowingly signed her death warrant—is drawn to the mysterious maid. And General Lucien—her childhood protector—would raze kingdoms to keep her safe. As buried secrets rise and love clashes with revenge, Seraphina must face a devastating choice: Will she sacrifice her heart to save the empire... or let her fury reduce it to ashes? In a palace built on lies, only one truth remains: The Masked Empress has returned. And this time, she will not be silenced.

“These bedchambers have missed your scent.” His voice, low and rough, made her pulse quicken. Her fear surged, boundless, as he closed the stained glass doors behind him. “Please… let me go,” she pleaded, trembling as he pulled her close, his touch burning against her skin. “You fled this place while carrying my child. Why did you come back?” he murmured, his lips trailing down her neck as they had so many times before. “I… don’t know,” she managed, her voice barely a whisper. Luciana Mircea de Amanécer, princess of the Holy Empire that ruled the skies, had once lived in a world of beauty and privilege—a devoted father, joyful sisters, wealth, and a loving fiancé. Yet that life shattered with a single conversation. One day, her father appeared in her chambers, eyes solemn, bearing news that upended her world. “You will be married,” he said, but the name wasn’t that of the man she cherished. Instead, she was to be wed to the ruthless crown prince of the rival Demon Empire, an alliance forged to quell the simmering tensions between their kingdoms. “Father, please…” she begged. “My child,” he murmured, his voice heavy with regret. “It is your duty as the firstborn princess. This marriage will protect the realm… and your little sisters.” For the first time in her life, Luciana saw him bow to her, his plea wordless but clear. Yielding to her father’s desperate request, she accepted her fate. In a single day, she went from princess to wife, her dreams abandoned and her future reshaped. But the white wedding gown was soon stained crimson, marking her descent into a life she could never have anticipated. Could she learn to accept a man for whom compassion was an unfamiliar luxury, or would the love she had left behind rise to rescue her?