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I died on my wedding night. My mate the Alpha I had loved all my life abandoned me before the entire pack, humiliated me, and whispered his final command through our bond: “Just die already.” And I did. But fate was cruel. Instead of peace, I opened my eyes again… reborn to the very night of my betrayal. This time, I wasn’t the weak, naïve Luna who let her sister steal everything. This time, I would tear their lies apart.

Snow bites deeper than steel, and cages leave scars no eyes can see. Q97 is not a boy with a name—he is a number, an experiment carved from cruelty in the underground labs by vampires. In a world where hybrids are treated as disposable tools, his only hope is escape. Guided by the secret writings of those who came before him, he follows a path dug by rabbits and buried in whispers, chasing freedom through tunnels that lead toward human lands. But freedom has a price: the moment he crosses the border, he can never return. Never again to the castle’s red spires. Never again to the rose garden. Never again to the one vampire who gave him warmth when the world froze him numb. Sir Draven—the quiet gardener with golden eyes who carved clumsy little sculptures of ice just for him. Roses that melted by morning. A kindness that should not have existed. A memory Q97 cannot take with him, yet cannot leave behind. This is not a story of quick love or easy salvation. It is a slow journey of survival, longing, and fragile bonds that burn against the cold. A tale for those who believe that even in the darkest experiments, even under cages and snow, a single rose can bloom. ***** This is a slowburn, character-driven story. If you love emotional depth, healing & growing arcs, and found-family themes, this is for you. Stick around past chapter 10, that's when the heart of the story begins to unfold. Warning: mpreg, almost all male experiments have wombs. Please proceed with caution if you are uncomfortable. Romance will start when MC is older, Thank you ^^

Creditor: noun. A person to whom money is owed. Rahul Malhotra became my creditor for 500 rupees in the college library. I became his debtor with 73 rupees in my bag. I thought I'd repay him and forget him. But creditors like him don't collect money. They collect people. He paid my printout bills and said "add it to your tab." He fought my bullies and growled "she's in MY group." He drops me 2 streets before home and says "people talk." His dadi sends me rajma chawal because "you look hungry, beta." He says I'm charity. But he looks at me like I'm the only thing in his billion-dollar world that he can't buy. I am Isha Sharma. Scholarship student. Net worth: 73 rupees. He is Rahul Malhotra. Billionaire heir. Net worth: Priceless. He is my creditor. But why does it feel like I own him? A slow-burn, college, class-difference romance where a 500 rupee debt became a lifetime obsession. Warning: Contains a possessive billionaire who doesn't know the word 'no', and a broke girl who won't learn the word 'yes'.

I didn't ask to wake up as Drizella Tremaine—Cinderella's infamous, "wicked" stepsister. I certainly didn't ask for a crushing mountain of family debt, a magical curse forcing me to act like a villain, or a dangerously observant Crown Prince who keeps showing up at my secret warehouse. The fairy tale script demands that I humiliate my sweet stepsister and eventually cut off my own toes to fit into a glass slipper. But I’m a modern woman with a mind for business, and I refuse to be a pawn in someone else's story. I'm not going to bully Cinderella; I'm going to teach her how to run a monopoly. I'm not going to fight for the Prince's affection; I'm going to leverage him for trade routes. You don't need a glass slipper when you own the entire shoe empire. RELEASE SCHEDULE: Launch Event: 2 Chapters/Day for the first 14 days! Can't wait? Read up to 30 ADVANCE CHAPTERS right now on Patreon! patreon.com/authorzacross

[REEDITED VERSION!] "Your Father, Mother, Uncle... they are all dead. there's no one left to save you anymore." The God declared in a confident voice which had a hint of fear hidden in it "Even then, Are you still going to oppose Us, all on your own, Prince?" "Heh... indeed. They are all dead." The Prince scoffed "And you weren't exactly discreet with your plan." "What.." The Prince looked up at the 100+ figures in the sky, shaking his head "Regardless, You Already know my answer. So, let's just Get this over with." A Sword, made of pure chaotic energy manifested in his hand, "I've got a lady waiting for me." And Thus began the Devastating 1 Vs 100+ War between Gods. A war so destructive that it deserved the Name 'Ragnarok'-The War of End. -------------- I, Tyler Von Regulus Have a Hard life. Very Hard Life, in fact. I am The third prince of an entire Race, Not The First prince, not the Crown prince but the Third prince. I have an Overly Doting Mother. Not a Strict mother who will force me to study or practice sword or Magic or Force me to get stronger. And Last but not least, I am Neglected by my own Father, the King. Can you believe it?! Despite having the Finest living palace, Most delicious food, the best clothes, Tens of maids at my service and a Mother's love, I never received my Father's Love. I did not have any goals or ambition either. The life of an idle prince was just that ..Tiresome! That was Until everything changed on one not-so-special morning... I gained the foreign memories of a man from a different modern world called earth. He was A corporate slave on earth, named Nick. He had lost almost all the people he ever loved- His Aunt, Grandparents, Big brother, best friend and even his parents and was just living an empty life until one day, a Truck-kun put an end to him. From Nick's memories, I also realized that the world where I am living in, my world is actually an RPG game that Nick used to play. And I, myself am a character of that very game. Not the Hero, Not a Support role, Not even a cool Villain. I am just a Villainous mob. You know, the typical Bully guy! The type who bullies his weak classmates, and would normally be the First lucky guy to get his ass handed over by the Protagonist, within the starting 5 chapters of the story. Yeah, That would be Me. Nice to meet ya! The good news is that I don't die in the game Lore ...Maybe ? I'm not sure. Nick only played the first part of the Game and the rest? I have no memories. Which means, I don't even have the Classic cheat of every transmigrator, 'Futureproof Information'. So, Am i cooked ? Don't know? Maybe not. Since I still have Plenty of time left before the main story starts. So, I have Plenty of time left to Live, a Chill Life. So, like any typical smartass, I did the obvious! Exploring all my available options like Fleeing from the Royal palace and live a slow farming-life in the countryside or marrying myself off to a Rich lady and many other options, I have decided to be the king. Why? well, I mean.. Why not! I am a prince so why should i Not Strive for the goal of becoming a king ? And, Not to mention... [STATS WINDOW ACTIVATED!] It doesn't seem like a pipe dream.

"In our unit— Crimson is the blood of the frontlines. Nine is the rebirth beyond the limit." ​She looked up, a cold smirk playing on her lips. ​"I am Crimson Nine. As long as I draw breath, this game... is far from over." ​— ​They were the ultimate Special Ops unit. But they woke up a thousand years in the past. ​The Captain is now an orphaned daughter of a fallen general, forced into a royal marriage. The Munitions Expert is a mining heiress, rebuilding gunpowder and steel from scratch. The Resource Strategist is a Princess, manipulating the empire's economy like a chessboard. ​Sorry to disappoint. She isn't alone. ​Others cross through time to survive. They came to take over. ​The Courts? Crushed. The Throne? Dismantled. The Enemy? Annihilated. ​This era wasn't ready for them. Too bad—they're already here. ​They aren't the pieces on the board. They are the ones flipping the table.

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A boy born into pain, forced to survive in silence. Damon’s life has been nothing but suffering under a family that never accepted him. But everything changes when a mysterious Celestial Relic falls from the sky into his hands. A power forbidden… dangerous… and beyond his understanding. Now hunted by forces far greater than himself, his fate begins to unfold. Because some destinies are not given—they are taken.

In a world where power is measured by the beasts you command, Zora is an anomaly: a Tamer who cannot summon, cannot contract, and cannot claim a single creature as his own. Branded “Empty,” he is scorned by academies and rejected by clans. In battle, he stands alone while others fight alongside dragons, spirits, and warbeasts. By all logic, he should be useless. But Zora holds a forbidden gift. He can invade the bond between Tamer and beast. With a single touch:or sometimes just a glance, he can calm raging monsters, seize control of contracted creatures, and even turn a Tamer’s greatest weapon against them. To some, it’s a miracle. To others, it’s heresy. Because if bonds can be stolen… then no Tamer is ever truly safe. Hunted by elite summoners, feared as a “Bond Thief,” and dragged into a hidden war over the true nature of contracts, Zora must master a power that was never meant to exist. But every beast he bends to his will leaves a mark, and the more bonds he disrupts, the more unstable the world itself becomes. In a realm built on loyalty between master and creature, Zora is the one man who can break it all.

A thousand years ago, he was the Emperor who ordered her death. Today, he is the CEO who controls her future. Su Yilin, a top historical restorer obsessed with the Great Yan Dynasty, begins suffering vivid nightmares of a princess's brutal downfall-memories so real they feel like a life she once lived. When she joins the Lu Group Museum, she comes face-to-face with its cold and powerful CEO... a man with the same face as the Emperor who killed her. Now trapped between her research and terrifying visions of the past, Yilin must uncover the truth: is she truly the reincarnation of a fallen princess bound by blood debt, or is her mind collapsing under the weight of obsession? Because inside the Lu Group Museum, the most dangerous artifact isn't the jade... it's the memory.

This novel contains dark themes, coercive dynamics, vulgar language, explicit content, and the raw internal monologue of a street thug who suddenly wakes up as a pampered Omega son-in-law in one of Korea’s top chaebol families. If you’re here for polite romance and slow pining, turn back now. This is messy, funny, brutal, and addictive.

​The world is not as you know it. Hidden beneath the surface of everyday life-from the luxurious corridors of South African palaces to the quiet banality of a local high school named Milner-a secret war is being waged by ancient royal bloodlines and primordial demonic forces. ​Enter Hakuna, a young prince of the mighty Letebele Clan. Gifted with phenomenal power and burdened by the spirit of a ten-thousand-year-old entity named Psycha, Hakuna is expected to carry the weight of his legacy. But all he really wants is to navigate his confusing High School years, keep up with his superhuman friends, and maybe-just maybe-avoid permanently breaking reality during a casual confrontation. ​ ​As the lines between domestic squabbles, royal duty, and world-ending chaos blur, Hakuna must grapple with the shocking power he inherited from his father yet still doesn't fully understand. When his personal life collides with the war-leaving his loved ones suddenly vulnerable-Hakuna will be forced to unleash a level of destruction that could save his world or reduce it to ashes. ​The greatest danger to the world is not the darkness it hides, but the sheer, reckless power of the boy determined to protect the only people he cares about.

"MAMA!" Her screams tore through the forest as she watched her mother being ripped apart by her father’s men. "Let her go! PLEASE!" A blinding light erupted from her body, a thick mist swallowing the trees. Then, as her father’s cold gaze locked onto her—she vanished. Now, she lives hidden, protected by a witch—yet to uncover the truth of what she is. To the werewolves, she’s nothing but a "human slave," her true nature buried beneath lies and fear. Memories scatter like broken glass, the only thing anchoring her being her name—a name tied to a forgotten legacy and a betrayal that haunts her every step. But as the truth unravels, will it set her free... or shatter her completely?

A story about Naivre, a quiet nobleman’s son who is looked down upon for possessing an ability that is considered lowly and useless; yet, despite all that, Naivre remains calm and confident that his true abilities are far greater than they appear.

[Obsessive ML, Indulgent, Forbidden Historical Romance] Read this if you crave a forbidden affair between two nobles. On the night meant to seal her fate in silk and candlelight, Caelith Emberlyn discovers her new husband cheating on her with her own cousin. Before the humiliation can swallow her whole, another man steps out of the shadows—dangerous, powerful, and far more terrifying than heartbreak. He is the feared Commander of the Shadow Imperial Guard, a man whose name alone stills the court and stains the capital with silenced dread. Where others see a cold enforcer of the throne, he sees only her—wronged, furious, and far stronger than she appears. And he offers her a choice. Stay. What her husband failed to give—loyalty, devotion, power—he vows to place in her hands in his stead. But this is no gentle rescue. Their alliance begins in secrets and smolders in the dark, a forbidden affair that could shatter reputations and topple dynasties. He is ruthless in war and relentless in love, determined to claim not only her presence at his side but the guarded heart she refuses to yield. Meanwhile, her repentant husband returns with soft words and tender promises, swearing to cherish her forever. Yet regret comes too late in a world where power is currency and affection is a battlefield. Caught between a contrite prince of light and a possessive shadow king who would burn the world to keep her, she must decide: Will she return to the safety of a love that broke her… Or step into the fire of a devotion fierce enough to consume them both?

Eva's Pov— "Eyan…" my voice trembled, the words barely escaping my lips. "Are you… Kyel?" He smiled faintly, the warmth I once knew gone from his eyes. "Looks like you found out," he said, his tone light, almost mocking. "Finally. Now I don't have to play this tedious game anymore." My heart thudded painfully. "What are you saying?" He stepped closer, his shadow falling over me. "That's right," he whispered, his voice low and sharp. "I am Kyel..." The word cut through me like a blade. My breath hitched. "No… no, you're lying. You're not my Kyel....you are not my husband." He leaned closer, his eyes cruel. "Then how do I know about the mole just below your right shoulder blade? The one only your husband would ever see?" I froze. He was telling the truth. My lips trembled. "Why… why did you lie to me, Eyan?" "Your Majesty," he snapped suddenly. I blinked. "W-what?" "You are not allowed to call me by name," he said coldly. "Call me what I am. Your Majesty." Tears burned my eyes. "Kyel… please, tell me why. If there's a reason—" "No," he interrupted. "There was no reason." My heart twisted painfully. "What?" "I lied because I wanted to," he said flatly. "I had no reason. And I owe you no explanation." I stared at him in disbelief. "But I'm your wife—" He laughed bitterly. "No. You're not my wife. You're just a woman I shared my bed with." My tears finally fell. "You said you loved me…" His voice turned to ice. "It was all a lie. I—Eyan Lucien Therald—never loved you. Not once." The world spun around me. He turned away, pulled open a drawer, and thrust a parchment toward me. "Sign this." My fingers shook as I took it. "What… is this?" "Divorce papers," he said coldly. "I've already signed. All that's left is your signature." "Divorce…" I whispered, my voice breaking. "Once you sign, we're done," he said. "You'll leave Velmoria and never return." Tears blurred my vision. "What about… our child that I'm carrying?" I stepped closer, my voice shaking. "Don't tell me you don't care about our child, too." He turned. "No. I don't." My heart stopped. "You… don't care?" "You were the one who wanted a child. I never did. But I gave you one. Isn't that enough?" I shook my head, sobbing. "Please, stop… please." "Now sign the papers," he said coldly. "Take the child with you and get out of Velmoria. Never show me that face again." "No. I won't." His voice thundered through the room. "Guards!" The door burst open. "Yes, Your Majesty?" "Take her out of this room," he ordered without looking at me. "Throw her out of the palace—and make sure she never steps foot inside again." I screamed, struggling against the guards' grip. "Eyan! Please—listen to me! Don't do this!" But he didn't turn around. Not once. As the doors slammed shut behind me, I looked at him one last time— and the love I always saw in his eyes… was no longer there. --------------------------------------------------------

"A hostage." "A consort." "Perhaps a debate partner." Once the proud heir, the crown prince of Luxuria stared intently at the Emperor of Inferos empire. His hand rested against the neck of the Emperor. The man picked up his other hand like a fragile piece of glass. His cold lips kissed it, as his eyes stared down at the youth. "No." "Not anymore." What started as a political hostage situation, soon unraveled into a fight for control, loyalty and pride. 'A ten-year peace treaty and a railway network.' A price so heavy, that compelled them to pay for a lifetime. A person who bowed before someone couldn't be a ruler. But he was born to rule. ________ Read the trigger warnings.

Elara spent her entire life believing in one thing: the mate bond. As the daughter of a low-ranking wolf, she knew her place in the pack. Quiet. Loyal. Invisible. But everything changed the night the Moon Goddess revealed her mate. The Alpha. Kael Blackthorn. The most powerful werewolf in the region. Cold, ruthless, and destined to rule. For one brief moment, Elara believed fate had chosen her. But Kael rejected her. In front of the entire pack. Humiliated and broken, Elara leaves the only home she has ever known. She disappears into the human world, determined to build a life where she is no longer defined by the mate who cast her aside. Years pass. And Elara changes. She is no longer the quiet girl the pack once ignored. She has power. Secrets. And a strength Kael never saw. But when fate brings them together again, the bond between them awakens stronger than ever. Only this time… Elara refuses to be claimed. And Kael realizes something terrifying. Rejecting her may have been the greatest mistake of his life. Because the woman he lost… might be the only one capable of destroying him. —or saving him.

╭──────༺♡༻──────╮ “What happened to ‘Yes, Your Majesty.’?” A cold voice asked. “What happened to your dignity as a King?” Elias shot back in anger. He knew he was being unreasonable but he had to be. That was too close. The King’s hand moved faster than sight. He hooked two fingers under Elias’s chin and jerked him forward. Elias felt the heat crawl up his neck. His face went traitorously red. Their breath mingled. Up close, the prince looked like a predator. A pretty handsome one. ╰──────༺♡༻──────╯ In the halls of Ravenholm Academy, status is measured by efficiency, and magic is a tool for the elite. Elias Thornbloom, a second-year student from a fallen noble house, wants none of that status. With his moss-green hair and silver eyes, Elias is the plant mage who views his powers as something to use mainly for his family and to help the plants. His only goal is to restore his family’s tarnished name and return to the quiet orchards of family and grandmother. But the plan for silence of Elias’s life is shattered in the same space he thought was safe. Cassian Thalorin, the perfect and lethal Crown Prince, is dying. He is the victim of a parasitic ancient plant curse that feeds on royal magic. To the King, his father, an inefficient heir is a liability; to Cassian’s ambitious brother, Zayne, the curse is an opportunity to steal the throne. The pact they made was simple. ‘Heal me. You and your family gets to live in peace.’ But what happens when the lines begin to blur? ʚ♡ɞ ʚ♡ɞ ʚ♡ɞ ʚ♡ɞ ʚ♡ɞ ʚ♡ɞ ʚ♡ɞ https://discord.gg/HA8vDUkmhf discord server for my books hi guys! it’s me again I used my previous book to learn a lot of things so this one will definitely be better than the last. I’m putting so much effort into this one so please support me okay? I want this as a career.

Ananya never expected death to bring her into another life. One moment, she was running her parents’ restaurant in the modern world. The next, she opened her eyes in silk robes, surrounded by hostile stares — the Queen Consort of the empire. But this body was cursed in everyone’s eyes. The Emperor loathed her. The mistress laughed at her. And the court whispered behind her back. Only she wasn’t truly alone. > “Finally, someone can see us!” “What kind of Queen Consort are you, so calm even with ghosts in your chamber?” “Shut up, Wei Rong, let her breathe. She looks like she’s about to faint.” Three ghosts — a stoic scholar, a brash general, and a mischievous noble girl — lingered at her side. They were invisible to all but her. And with them, she learned to survive the poisonous palace. When rumors spread that she was cursed, Ananya stood before the empire’s court. Instead of tears, she offered proof. Instead of fear, she offered dignity. > “If Heaven believes I am cursed, let the fire and smoke betray me. I will not hide.” And Heaven sided with her. Outside the palace, crises struck — starving soldiers, missing supplies, merchants growing fat from stolen grain. Inside, Lady Zhen, the Emperor’s favored mistress, grew bolder by the day, flaunting her beauty and mocking Ananya’s quiet grace. > “Sister, do you still dream of winning His Majesty’s heart? Look at you — plain, dull, unworthy.” “If simplicity is a crime, then let it be mine,” Ananya answered, unshaken. The Emperor indulged Lady Zhen openly… but in the silence of night, he tasted Ananya’s food, lingered at her table, and found himself unsettled by her calm. > “This is not palace fare,” he muttered. “It is lighter,” Ananya replied softly. “Easier to sleep after.” Step by step, conspiracy thickened. At a grand banquet, a poisoned cup was placed in Ananya’s hand. But a ghost’s laugh echoed in her ear — and the cup was swapped. A dancer collapsed instead. From that night on, the Emperor’s gaze changed. He began to notice the woman who never begged for favor, never fought for attention, yet always endured. Still, war brewed at the borders. Betrayals reached even the throne. Assassins crept through the palace halls. And the one person who seemed weakest became the calm at the center of the storm. Through whispered secrets, mischievous hauntings, and quiet resilience, Ananya carved her place in the empire. She would not simply survive. She would rise. And the Emperor who once despised her would one day whisper only her name.