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In a world of betrayal and sacrifice, "Ilara" finds herself the wife of Duke "Ethan" in a marriage that has no connection to love. This union is nothing but a deal to save her life from the death sentence that befell her family. As she tries to adapt to her new status as a duchess in name only, she realizes that "Ethan" is a man condemned to his past.

Princess Aria of Eravi and Crown Prince Zen of Sevelrum are soon to be married but Zen seems to know Aria more than what meets the eyes and Aria feels strangely nostalgic and attached to him. Read the novel to find out !!!

Saintess Constance wakes up in a glass coffin with the words “That’s not my name” on her lips. Looking around at the people diligently praying to her, she has the sudden, horrible feeling that this fact is the least of their concerns. Forced into a quest with the only qualified person to slay demons, a handsome if mouthy duke, she has no choice but to keep praying. Too bad that’s all she knows how to do. “Dear Goddess,” she beseeches with all her heart, “do something useful.” A creature made from nightmares goes flying past behind her with a crash. “I’ll kill you all!” The handsome duke screams like a lunatic, sword held high and chasing it. She continues to pray harder.

When Myrren Vale is summoned to the royal palace, she expects suspicion. She expects secrets. She does not expect him. In the kingdom of Eirden—where magic hums beneath silk and every smile hides a blade—Myrren serves as a scentcrafter, trained in herbs, toxins, and the silent truths that cling to blood. The court wants her quiet. The crown wants her gone. But Prince Thane… sees her. Golden, gracious, and far too kind for the thorns surrounding his throne, he draws her into the palace’s glittering heart—offering warmth, safety, and something dangerously close to belonging. Yet not all eyes in the palace are kind. The king’s ward, Lord Corven, watches her with unreadable silence—as if her very breath carries a truth he cannot ignore. When nobles begin to die and the scents on their corpses whisper of poisons Myrren once crafted, she realizes the greatest danger is not the court’s corruption, nor the ancient power stirring awake beneath its stones. It is what love makes you blind to.

For Lyra, the alchemist, a life spent on the run had finally found a fragile pause in the quiet town of Riverwood. Each day offered a hard-won peace she’d almost dared to embrace. But one ink-black night, while toiling in her workshop, that delicate tranquility shattered. Whispers slithered through Riverwood, tales of Shadowveil’s dark influence seeping into places it shouldn't. Reluctantly, Lyra felt the familiar pull of a life she’d desperately tried to outrun, the world of secrets and danger beckoning once more. Driven by a desperate need for answers, she sought the veiled knowledge of the information guild, only to find her path unexpectedly entwined with Noctis, the town’s stoic duke and commander. His demeanor radiated a quiet strength, hinting at both resilience and an unspoken burden. His commands were imbued with a deep-seated protectiveness that subtly enveloped those now under his charge. Alongside Noctis, Lyra journeyed with a disparate group: Finnian, the gentle scholar, whose mind held a treasure trove of forgotten lore, yet whose vast knowledge was shadowed by a personal history etched in quiet melancholy; Liora, the agile healer, whose touch mended grievous wounds but whose compassionate gaze concealed hidden depths and fierce loyalties; and Adrix, the enigmatic magic user, whose potent charm often masked intentions as intricate as the spells he wove. Their objective remained shrouded in secrecy, the air thick with unspoken threats, the recent devastation of Glens Crossing a stark and terrifying testament to the Shadowveil’s destructive power and the perilous stakes of their unknown quest. Amidst the mounting tension of their shared journey and the constant threat of discovery, an unexpected connection ignited between Lyra and a companion. This potential romance was a perilous gamble, a flickering flame that could either illuminate their path against the encroaching shadows or become a blinding distraction.

Lucia – Luck was never on my side. My life had always been gloomy and lonely. I lost everything—my job, my family. But then he stepped into my world of darkness. He became my light, my soulmate, the love of my life. He completed the puzzle of my existence. My one and only luck—Andrew. Andrew – She thinks I’m her luck, but only God knows the effort I put in to have her. She was someone I could never reach, a bright star shining far beyond my grasp. And yet, I wanted her. I wanted her so badly that I dreamed of holding her in my arms, day and night. People call me a maniac, a stalker, a psychopath. But to her, I am her one and only love— her luck.

They dressed me in white as though the color could protect me. As though purity could shield me from a man whose name the world spoke in fear. When I walked down the aisle, my groom stood waiting—tall, unmoving, a figure carved from shadow. A silver mask concealed his face, hiding whatever lay beneath. He never spoke, not when our hands touched, not when the priest asked for vows. The silence between us was not emptiness—it was power. They called him the Silent Groom. To the outside world, he was a figure of dread. Men stepped aside when he entered a room, and women crossed themselves when they heard his name. But behind that mask was something more dangerous than cruelty. He had orchestrated everything. The swift, strange courtship. The wedding no one dared to question. Even the veil I wore was his command—so that in his presence, my face would belong to him alone. The carriage carried me from the cold chapel to his sprawling estate—a gothic manor of towering stone, where shadows clung to the walls like secrets. The rules were simple that his assistant told me: Not to enter his wing. Not to speak to him. Not to appear in front of him or even cross his path. I thought he wanted distance. But I felt his presence everywhere. In the gifts left on my bed—he knew my size, my favorite colors, the things that I had never told a soul. In the way the halls seemed to watch me. In the portraits I found hidden in his forbidden wing… all of me, painted long before we met. I often took his silence for absence. But in this manor, silence was the echo of him, wrapping itself around me. And though he would not touch me, I could feel his claim in every breath. He was the darkness at my back. The vow unspoken but binding. I was his from the moment I stepped into the church. I just didn’t know about it.

Rayan Lancel, the famous detective of Ruhi Empire, suddenly went missing one day. No, he wasn't kidnapped. He just stopped showing up to his workplace. The reason? He realized he isn't him anymore. Ann Mackenzie, now possessing the body of Rayan Lancel, thought it was too much of a headache to become a detective. So she, now he, decides to quit and go look for other jobs. Until one day, a criminal breaks into her house and starts claiming what she thought was hers. Her new life, with a new identity, wasn't as peaceful as she thought. As a whirlpool of conspiracy into the world of unknown drags her inside the mud she was desperately trying to escape, she must find out who she was, and has become, before more people keep dying. #RofanRoyale

She possessed Daphne, the evil woman who died while obsessing over her fiancée. After all, she drank poison after being informed of the breakup but came back to life. 'I can't give up, let's live first and see what happens!' She urgently concocted an antidote for the pain in her throat and it turned out to be strangely effective? Moreover, it tasted good? After possessing Daphne, she stumbled upon a fantastic business idea. Screw the original and throw it away, she was going to live a comfortable life in a faraway place, but-- "Watch where you're going! Witch, do you have eyes?" "W-Who doesn't have eyes?" Pretending to hate Daphne on the surface, in reality, he liked her more than anyone else. She became a hero after saving two twin cousins from a crisis. "Thank you. As an outsider, I'm truly grateful." "If you don't mind... can you bless our child?" "You should have a proper land to do business." "I've made a rare good choice, so I'll give my blessing as the head of the family." By some twist of fate, even the reserved and awkward family members ended up sobbing, and they managed to mend their strained relationship. Though... "It's strange. When I'm with you, the world doesn't seem so bad." Luciel, the Grand Duke who had become her business partner, was so naive that she worried about his capabilities. "There's delicious food right in front of you, so why do you insist on eating something so bitter?" Wearing a beautiful disguise as if it were nothing and sweetly coaxing me, the Grand Duke, who was frail yet full of charm and kindness, was actually the villain all along.

The kingdom of Orovia bleeds. Every harvest season, the Frost royals send their imperials to strip villages bare. Gold. Crops. Heirlooms. Even lives. Everything claimed in the name of the crown. Alexandra Beaumont has lost enough. When the king opens the army to new recruits, she seizes her chance. Not to serve, but to steal. Beneath the armor of a royal soldier, she hides a secret mission: infiltrate the castle, reclaim what was stolen, and return it to the people who were robbed of everything. But she is not alone. A band of outcasts forms at her side, bound by vengeance and hope. By day, they wear the king’s colors. By night, they become shadows on the sea. Pirates who raid treasuries, kingdoms, and crowns themselves. Rebels carving justice out of theft. Yet betrayal stalks the rebellion as closely as the royals do. And when Alexandra’s heart tangles with Asher Knight—the general’s son, her greatest threat, and her greatest ally—loyalties blur, danger sharpens, and every stolen heartbeat could be her last. In a world where rebellion is treason and love is forbidden, Alexandra must decide how much she’s willing to sacrifice to take back a kingdom drowning in frost.

They called her a curse. She made it a weapon. ​Alanah is the shadow that protects a town that fears her more than the monsters she slays. Her crimson eyes have branded her an outcast, her only purpose a thankless, bloody duty. But when a brutal betrayal leaves her exiled and alone, she is captured by a society that commands the very dragons she has sworn to destroy. ​Dragged to a hidden sanctuary where monsters are allies and enemies are saviors, Alanah is trapped in a war she never knew existed. To survive, she must unlearn a lifetime of hatred and unravel the lies at the heart of her cursed world... or become the monster they always said she was. UPDATES: Monday

Long ago, a witch’s love made the empire flourish—yet her betrayal gave birth to a curse. Burned at the stake by the man she trusted, she vowed his descendants would never escape her wrath. Three years after the destruction of Seraphin Village, a runaway girl named Aveline hides her past beneath a quiet life of labor. But when whispers of the Grand Duke’s household reach her, fate begins to stir once more. Drawn into the shadow of a bloodline bound by the witch’s curse, Aveline must choose between survival, truth, and a destiny written long before her birth.

I came to Seraphine to escape. A burned-out doctor, done with arrogant men and the kind of power that kills. Then I met Adrian Valcrosse. Heir to the island. Arrogant. Infuriating. Too handsome for his own good. The kind of man I swore I’d never want. We clash in boardrooms. We fight on the docks. He makes me furious enough to shake, and then he kisses me like he owns the storm. One night in a sea cave changes everything. His hands on my skin, his mouth at my throat, his voice wrecked when he begs me to say yes. I should hate him. Instead, I burn for him. He’s danger in a suit, temptation wrapped in duty. I tell myself I can’t fall, but every time he touches me, I already am.

Born in a world where mana defines everything — power, status, even existence — Aizen Caelmir was born with none. Labeled a failure, ignored by his noble family, and discarded by society… he should’ve been broken. But the world forgot one thing: Not all power comes from mana. Enrolled in the elite Zenrai Academy, Aizen must navigate elemental exams, rival prodigies, masked cults, ancient bloodlines, and a growing darkness that no one sees coming. Between cold rivals, stormborn queens, and friends with secrets of their own — his journey has just begun. He’s not here to prove himself. He’s here to break the system.

Marlene was an ordinary office worker, with her usual routine: work, meetings, and endless coffee breaks. That night, after going out with her friends to forget that her boyfriend had left her for her best friend, she decided to drink a little too much. Between laughs and drinks, she never imagined that an accident would change her life forever: a motorcycle crash would end her entire world… and her life. When she opened her eyes, she was no longer in her city or her time. She had transmigrated to the novel “Among Hidden Passions,” a world full of intrigue, desire, and secrets she never imagined experiencing. But there was a problem: she wasn’t the original protagonist, but rather the secondary villain Marlene Volkov, destined to disappear so the heroes’ love could blossom. Then Kira appears, a system in the form of a talking cat, which grants her stats, skills, and missions like in a video game. Each completed mission unlocks hidden memories of the characters, revealing secrets, passions, and scars from the past that no one knows about. Among the heroes and villains of this story are: Dante Inovov, the proud prince with a lonely heart. Max Smirnov, the protective and noble knight. Adrian Blackthorn, the dark and dangerous villainous Duke. Lucien Devereaux, the seductive and manipulative Marquis, another dangerous path. Valeria Díaz, the original heroine and rival who will do anything to keep her place. Now, Marlene Volkov must choose: follow her original destiny and die a villain, or use the system, conquer whomever she wants, and rewrite her own destiny, between love, power, and the hidden passion that surrounds her.

Comedy manga blogger Zhou Qingluo suddenly died after staying up late writing jokes. He woke up and found himself in the body of the substitute for the white moonlight of the rich and powerful villain, Song Ling. Song Ling had a miserable childhood where his father didn't love him and his mother didn't care for him. He grew up gloomy and paranoid, and the only clean, untouched place in his heart was his white moonlight. But the white moonlight ran away. So Song Ling went completely crazy. When he went mad, he recognized no one. Though highly intelligent, he spent all his time stirring the pot. Zhou Qingluo: "..." Poor guy. The original body didn’t even know he was just a substitute. Spoiled by Song Ling’s affection, he used him to rake in money and support a pretty boy on the side. When Song Ling found out, he kicked him out. In retaliation, the substitute exposed all of the bad things Song Ling had done. “…” What kind of mutual-destruction plot was this? Zhou Qingluo thought about it. Fine, he didn't need a pretty boy, but could he still take the money...? When Zhou Qingluo transmigrated, it was right after the white moonlight had left. Song Ling was drunk, clutching him tightly, red-eyed and hoarse as he cried out the white moonlight’s name: “Please… don’t go. Don’t leave me.” Zhou Qingluo gasped out a breath, "Baby, I won't go! Whoever leaves is a dog! But can you please let go—everything's over if you strangle me to death!” *** Song Ling felt that since he lived in the mire, he had to drag everyone else to the abyss with him. Until someone came over and seriously told him, "You can't just always stare into the abyss. Try rolling your eyes at it sometimes."