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"She's the enemy I can't kill and the mate I can't release." Seraphina was cursed from birth and hated for her father’s sins. She was never meant to survive—let alone have a mate. But on the night of her eighteenth birthday, she meets him. The Alpha who led the rebellion that destroyed her family and killed her father. Now, he is her mate. He says he hates her, yet marries her by force. He swears he despises her, but his touch claims her like she already belongs to him. So, how do you escape someone who never wanted you but refuses to let you go?

She loved him enough to burn her world for him. He betrayed her enough to make her rise from the ashes. Once the cherished daughter of House Wynford, Elara was to marry the man she trusted most — until deceit, politics, and bloodlines turned her wedding into a public execution of her heart. Now, reborn not in flesh but in will, she hides her pain behind grace… and plots her vengeance with a smile. In a world where loyalty is currency and love is a weapon, Elara Wynford vows to make them all pay — starting with him.

"where am i i and why all this people are very strange " she woke up and shocked to find what happened and she found she transmigrated to another world full of beastmens and female are considered as superior as they give births to the infants and reproduces they are strong and cannot hunts considered as waste , annoyed by this she thoughts whether i have a power or system like protagonist in other transmigrated novels and Ding system panel show up " welcome to beastmen lewd system make all the beastmen simp of yours or else die

Princess Elara has lived her entire life as a pawn in her father's game of power. She's never chosen her own dress, her own words, or her own path. And now, she cannot choose her own husband. The King has arranged her marriage to Prince Kael of Shadowmere, a kingdom wrapped in mystery, ruled by a family touched by ancient magic. They say Prince Kael is cursed. They say his shadow moves on its own. They say anyone who gets too close to him... disappears. But Elara soon discovers that rumors are only half-truths, and the darkness surrounding her new husband might be the least dangerous thing in her new home. Because Shadowmere holds secrets, secrets that could swallow kingdoms whole. And Elara, the forgotten princess who was never supposed to matter, might be the only one who can bring them to light. Or be consumed by them. In a world where power is everything and love is a luxury, can a caged princess and a cursed prince find freedom in each other? Or will the shadows claim them both?

“Oh my god! The prince sent an invitation for the upcoming royal ball!” Eleanor exclaimed, her voice trembling with excitement as she waved the golden-sealed letter in her hand. “The royal ball!?” Anna and Cindy squealed, nearly toppling over their chair in delight. “Shh! We don’t want Ella to hear about this,” Eleanor hissed, glancing nervously over her shoulder. And there she was, Ella, standing by the doorway with her eyes gleaming, ready to pounce on anyone in sight. “Did someone say balls?” Ella grinned widely, her smile wide enough to make her mother and sister flinch. “No, no—it’s a royal ball, a ball. It’s where people… dance,” Eleanor stammered, her voice faltering. “Well, then,” Ella said, her grin stretching further, “there’s going to be a lot of balls there.” And with that, Ella darted to her room, already rummaging through her drawers. Ella wasn’t just dreaming of going to the royal ball— she dreams of every ball. In a kingdom obsessed with beauty and perfection, Ella, long ridiculed as the “ugly half-sister,” has spent her life in the shadows of her graceful and adored sisters. However, Ella never allowed mockery to pierce her strange, unbothered world. She focused on the hobby that kept growing—collecting balls and other round-shaped items. When the royal family announced the grand ball to find a bride for their prince, Eleanor’s heart sank. She feared Ella’s oddities might bring embarrassment to their family. Desperate to uphold their name, Eleanor resolved to turn her awkward daughter into a refined young lady, no matter how severe the training. “Posture, Ella! You’re not a hunchbacked scarecrow!” “Smile softly, not like you’re about to eat someone!” But despite Eleanor’s strict lessons, Ella’s wild grin never faded. It only sharpened. When the night of the royal ball finally arrived, the palace glimmered under crystal chandeliers. The prince stood poised, the very image of perfection, until the grand doors opened. Ella entered, her gown shimmering with hundreds of tiny glass spheres sewn into the fabric, catching every flicker of light. The room fell silent as a faint, musical clinking echoed with each step she took. The prince turned, his flawless gaze locking with hers. Ella smiled, leaning close enough for only him to hear. “I’ve always loved balls,” she whispered. The prince’s lips parted slightly, his polished smile faltering as if he wasn’t quite sure what he was looking at. Ella tilted her head, her grin fierce and unrestrained. Then, the grand doors opened again. Gasps rippled through the crowd like a wave breaking on marble. With that, a mysterious woman in a simpler dress entered.

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?

Princess Elinessa was enjoying her new life inside a fluffy novel; with jewels, gowns, and the ease of a crown. Determined to avoid the messy drama of the main plot, she chose to live quietly as a side character. And complete the novel by helping the main characters in their plot. But a strange glitch rewrote the story, merging it with something darker. Suddenly, a villain who was never meant to exist appeared… and his eyes were fixed on her. Will she manage to stay out of the rewritten tale and find a way back home, or be pulled into a fate that was never hers to claim? EXCERPT: Elinessa’s breath came sharp and furious as she was running, soaked gown clinging to her frame, golden hair plastered to her cheeks. She turned around the corner, heart racing but she slammed right into him. A hand shot out. Fingers curled tight as steel wrapped around her wrist. Her wrist was pinned held high against the wall in Drayce’s iron grip and yet, her glare didn’t waver. She looked every bit a furious storm in silk and bruises. He looked...cold and quietly, unmistakably furious too. Drayce tilted his head, water dripping from his dark hair strands, a cruel smile tugging at his lips. “Running?” he said softly. Too softly. Elinessa yanked her wrist. But he didn’t let go, even tightening his hold on her. “Let me go,” she hissed, her voice trembling perhaps due to cold or anger. He stepped closer. Bringing his face too close to hers. “Feisty for a dove.” he murmured, breath ghosting against her rain-slick skin. “I decide who flies in my territory.” His golden eyes dragged over her face, slow and unbothered like he had all the time in the world. “You keep fighting like you're not already caged.” Elinessa’s eyes narrowed, voice steady even as her pulse pounded: “Careful, Your Majesty. Even caged birds bite. You were never meant to be part of my story,” she snapped, shaking with fury. His smile was bitter. Bladed he replied “And yet, here we are. The story is ours now” Elinessa (whispering): “Then I’ll rewrite the ending… before it rewrites me.” Drayce’s smile deepened not warm, but cold. Like a hunter who hadn’t caught a bird... but clipped its wings himself.

Born under an ancient prophecy, Amira of Uzazzu lives quietly—until she is forced into marriage with the cruel King of Kano. His hidden, treacherous plans soon come to light, and in a moment of fury, Amira’s dormant warrior spirit awakens. But her defiance sparks a war that costs her father’s life. Branded by guilt and hunted by fate, Amira must decide: will she seize the crown and restore her honor, or be cast aside for the very act that saved her people? When the prophecy demands blood and sacrifice, only one question remains—can Amira embrace the full, terrifying power of her destiny?

This novel is part of the Red The Adventurer series

What if the tragic story you once mocked… becomes the world you were thrown into? Xiao Zhi is an editor who loves tearing apart novel manuscripts for their cliche plots and cruel twists. But one day, she wakes up inside one of those very novels, as the unlucky princess destined to die a tragic death. The script says she will be married off to a barbaric prince, tortured, and killed tragically. But Xiao Zhi refuses to accept that ending. Armed with her editor’s sharp eye and modern wit, she vows to rewrite her fate, outsmart her enemies, and survive. The problem? No matter what she does, the story stubbornly plays out as it was written. Every move she makes only brings her closer to the death she’s trying to escape. How can she survive a story that refuses to be rewritten?

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.

Ten years ago, Elena Rosa ran - clutching a key and her mother's last words: don't look back. Then a wounded stranger collapsed at her door... and she unknowingly saved New York's most dangerous man. Rio Mariano is mafia royalty - ruthless, untouchable, and now obsessed with the woman who stitched him back together. To the world she's his assistant. On his arm she becomes his princess - silk dress, mask, and his initial glinting on her thigh like a crown. But Elena isn't just some pawn in his empire. Beneath her skin lies a tattooed secret - the mark of a fallen dynasty the underworld once feared: Grey. She's done running. She'll wear his mark. Claim her throne. And when the truth rises - every enemy will remember why her bloodline was built for war.

Aliena Vampangel is a princess from another time that travels to Earth to create a community of vampangels. She is looking around the world for the best choice of people that she can help create a network of vampangels. The history of vampangels is unknown to people of the XXI century and she is here to disclose it.

Death by overwork? Check. Isekai’d into a glittery kingdom called Aelthryndivoryssalindria, yes, that's the name but I call it Aelthryn, because who has time for that? Double check. All I wanted was a soft life filled with pastries, naps, and no husband. But five years into my new life as Princess Elyndravyssorathielindria Sylvarindelthys—Elyn, please, God knows why the names are so difficult to pronounce—my father demands I marry. But explain to me why all the potential suitors look like they were picked up from the fucking gutter? I kid you not. one of them literally suggested teaching me to ride a horse and guess who found out he could not ride one at all and at the end of the day cried begging for his mother...me. And that's just one. There's also the fact that I don't want to even get married. So in a panic, after scaring my suitors away, I tell my father I'm in love with Zorathys Vaelkyrion. What I didn't plan for was the fact that Zorathys is real, he’s at our annual ball, and he’s calling me his lover to settle Dad’s debts. Now I’m stuck in the Underworld, managing Hell’s paperwork, babysitting demon nobles, and dodging a giant snake with a sweet tooth. Oh, and Zor? A lazy, body-pillow-hugging tease who makes my heart race. Worse, every escape portal dumps me in his bedroom, and he’s not so bad. But when I stumble into a plot to overthrow him, my soft-life dreams might cost me everything—unless I fight for the husband I never wanted. Send help please, I just wanted a soft life and not a demon husband.. --------------------- "...you can't marry my daughter," my father said to the demon king and I nodded. "...she...she's gay. Yes," he said with a nod like that was the most reasonable explanation ever. "She's into girls." I was shocked and stared at him then back at the demon king who paused. Maybe this could work after all. I nodded too, supporting my father's words. The demon king smiled then. "What good taste you have, there's a reason why we belong to each other after all. I'm into women too." What?

Reina Suzuki was an overworked office worker—until she died and woke up as Lavinia Devereux, the infamous villainess princess of the Elarion Empire. She knows how this story ends: she’ll drink poison and die. A painless, easy death. So why bother changing fate? Villainy, revenge, redemption—sounds like way too much work. She decides to do absolutely nothing and let the story play out. But her terrifying father, Emperor Cassius Devereux, won’t ignore her like he’s supposed to. He watches her, questions her, and—worst of all—starts acting like he actually cares. Lavinia just wanted a quiet villainess retirement… So why does everything keep changing?

*Daily updating at least until December 2nd* "Though I burn for her, I have married Princess Ylenna against my will. I shall not touch her, so I will end the cursed lineage of the Cian blue blood with me." The secretive and devastatingly handsome Second Prince of Kozhar, Rhovian, was certain that his bride, the beautiful Princess of Behrman, despised him. To hide the dangerous secret in his veins and keep the peace that ruled over the three kingdoms, he decides to not lay with her, making the young woman believe he hates her and foresee a future of agonizing, empty duty. As they try to stay true to their beliefs, the walls between them start crumbling and the couple slowly realizes that they are actually passionately loved and desired by each other, but when the threat of war looms over the nations, their deep connection, and the future of the three kingdoms stand at the mercy of a single, devastating revelation.

Combination of smexy characters in a world of fantasy, each having their own screen time from any of my books (BaeVida's books) strictly. It would feature matured contents not suitable for younger generation. Thanks. Comment your comments and let's have fun.

Seraphina Vale grew up unwanted. An orphan passed from one home to another until she learned that happy endings were best found between pages, not in real life. By adulthood, she was a broke writer, living on instant noodles and failed manuscripts, clinging to dreams that never sold. Then her best friend mailed her a “souvenir” — a tiny glass bottle supposedly holding phoenix tears. She laughed, made a wish, and the next thing she knew… she woke up in another world. A world where dragons run corporations, fox spirits manage PR, and even gorgons hold seats in the boardroom. And her? She’s not even the heroine. Just a phoenix side character and worse, a defective one. As if being cannon fodder wasn’t bad enough, the System whispers her only way home: die. Easy to say, but impossible when phoenixes don’t stay dead. Every time she burns out, she rises again, trapped in the same cruel loop. Then there’s her boss… Lucian Drake, the Ice Dragon CEO with glacial eyes and a reputation as the perfect gentleman. In the original story, Lucian Drake was fated to betray her. His carefully planned affection was only a trap to draw out the real heroine. The system keeps warning her: 'don’t trust him, don’t fall for him.' But how can she not when he smiles like that, when his voice softens, when his smallest gestures feel too genuine to be scripted? So she lets herself believe, just a little… that maybe this story could change. Maybe this time, she could change her roles. But stories have rules. And when the truth surfaces, it cuts deep. She was never the one. Just a substitute. A pawn in his plan to lure the real heroine back. And yet, when everything falls apart, when the truth burns through their carefully built lies, Lucian is the one left chasing after the phoenix he broke. If Seraphina wants to escape, she’ll have to survive office politics, respawn cycles, and a love that was never meant to be hers. Because even if the coldest dragon learns to love her too late... it might already be her turn to fly away. [Transmigration] [Fantasy Romance] [Enemies to Lovers] [Rebirth Loop] [Substitute Female Lead] [Cold CEO Dragon] [Phoenix FL] [Chasing Her Back] [Emotional Betrayal] [Second Male Lead Redemption] [Slow Burn] P/s : This story is written primarily in first-person (Seraphina’s POV) with occasional third-person scenes from Lucian’s perspective to show events outside her knowledge. Expect sarcasm, emotional chaos, and dragons with communication issues.

In a snowstorm, ten-year-old Aemma saves a dying girl with nothing but a scarf. She never knew that girl—Gu Liang—was the lost imperial heir. Years later, Gu Liang rises as crown princess, radiant and ruthless. Aemma, her strategist, builds a new system for women to climb the court ladder, turning herself into the sharpest blade against the old aristocracy. But power breeds obsession. Gu Liang’s love twists into possession, while Aemma’s eyes still seek freedom beyond the palace walls. At the peak of empire, Gu Liang offers not a command but a plea: “I’m not ordering you, Aemma. I’m asking you—stay. Not trapped, but free. With me.” This is a dual female lead story of palace intrigue, ambition, and slow-burn romance—where an empress and her strategist reshape history together.