Crimson Blade

On the night of her thirteenth birthday, Larissa Aurélie Farsuleia was awakened from her slumber by the intruder that had broken into her room. The next thing she knew, the dagger blade was at her nape, and the engraved Farsuleia crest glowed, triggered by his action. In a twist of fate, Larissa's life was spared from the hands of her unknown aggressor, who felt a sense of guilt. Instead of taking her life at that moment, he made an oath that he would return once she had turned eighteen to fulfil his deadly promise. Five years had passed, and their fates were intertwined at a ball. Little does she know that the noble she had met, Duke Theo Perseus Novellia, was not only the one who once swore to end her life but also the man who was arranged to marry her. With both of their memories erased, what will unfold between them once they unravel the truth?

[WARNING: MATURE CONTENT] Being the third party in a relationship cuts deeper than any blade ever could. I watch him glorify her, obsess over her, pour every ounce of his devotion into someone who will never be his wife. The bitter irony tastes like poison on my tongue. I deserve that consuming passion, that unwavering dedication. After all, I'm the one who wears his ring, bears his name, shares his bed. Yet when he looks at me, there's nothing. Just cold, empty indifference. "You are nobody to me." His words echo through my memory like a death knell. "It's impossible for me to care about you. The only person I want isn't here because of you." The marriage was nothing more than a business transaction. I realized this truth far too late.

“Lucien has exhausted my patience,” I said. The wolves flinched backward and a tremor ran through the silverfang forces. “You have ten seconds.” I took a breath. “Nine” *** Betrayed on the very night of her wedding, framed for the murder of the Alpha King, and executed alongside a stranger she barely knew, Princess Mia Esbond expected the story to end in blood. Instead, she woke up at the banquet the night before it all happened. This time, she’s not here to survive, she’s here to burn everything down. Allies will turn into enemies. Enemies will become weapons. And in the heart of it all stands Orion Vale, the infuriating, dangerous heir who might just be the only one she can trust… if she doesn’t kill him first. *** “You wanna know what I've become,” I asked, driving my blade through his neck. “Alpha-Killer should be appropriate.”

"How did you capture his majesty's heart?" This is the question that everyone wishes to ask the newly hired eunuch to serve the emperor. Xu Zhengming, also known as Eunuch Xu, the great Casanova in town. His looks aren't inferior to Pan An's, and he knows it. This beautiful man knows all types of women and mastered the ways to get them. He experienced being chased many times but successfully gets away every single time. On that one fateful night, while running away from a group of women he bumped on his majesty the emperor. And with that, the ruler of an empire took him to his palace. Now that he's back to the imperial palace, previous relationships won't remain in the past. First friend, first love, first heartache. Connections that got severed by the sharp blade of fate. Will the once parted and now finally reunited be separated for the second time?

Pregnant. It wasn't possible. My mate was impotent, doomed to be the first Alpha in generations unable to produce heirs. Yet this cheap plastic stick I had bought on a whim seemed to suggest otherwise. I swiped at the beads of sweat gathering along my hairline, my breaths coming faster. "This can't be right," I muttered. But the crimson line remained, taunting me. My wolf stirred restlessly, a pleased rumble echoing through our bond. "A pup! Our Alpha's pup," she purred. I pressed a hand to my still-flat stomach, emotions churning wildly. Of course I was overjoyed - as Luna, providing heirs was my most sacred duty. After nine months sharing Adrian's bed with no success, I had accepted my fate.

Illustrator Isabelle Montrose arrives in Valmont’s rain-soaked quarter, sketchbook in hand but ideas elusive beneath the amber glow of Café de Minuit. One evening, architect Alexander Vale seeks shelter under the same streetlamp, crimson umbrella in hand. His measured gaze meets her restless creativity, and a silent bond forms as raindrops dance on cobblestones. As Isabelle’s graphic-novel deadline approaches, self-doubt claws at her confidence; Alexander, torn between family expectations and his passion for design, struggles in silence. A misread glance threatens to sever their fragile connection, forcing both to confront fear and longing. In lavender-tinted twilight and beneath flickering lanterns, Isabelle and Alexander choose vulnerability over solitude. Together, they discover that true art—and true love—arises when two hearts light each other’s darkest moments.

Ruthless, vicious, and cold were the best words to describe Alpha Winston of the Crimson Pack. Yet... Angelina Moore's father had a blood debt with the Alpha; whose name was revered and feared. When Angelina Moore was kidnapped and asked to become the Alpha's bride as a ransom to pay for her father’s sins, she was mortified and no matter how hard she tried to escape his claws; it was impossible. Twice she had escaped and twice had he brought her back and tied her up. What would happen when Angelina gets to know of her father's involvement in the Luna's death? Was he guilty or innocent? How would she be able to prove her father's innocence if he was indeed innocent? Would more truths be revealed and more feelings uprooted?

She was a piece of Heaven he wanted to own. And he, was the flames of Hell she wanted to tame. "You must be tired." The unparalleled face softens with an indulging smile, and I nod hastily like a chick pecking at grains. My reason, wisdom, and rationality became words of a foreign tongue when the fingers tangled amongst my hair trail down to my cheekbones. The caresses like the fine strokes of a paint brush that gave colour to my skin. "But next time." His eyes of hellfire narrows, reflecting the features of a iolite-eyed mortal, and crimson lips pull back over sharp canines. "I might not be as easy to tame." ■What happens when the greek god of the Underworld becomes the 'Grumpy Patient' to a kind hearted mortal, burdened by a curse untold and a gift unrivalled.■ Slow burn Update schedule : Every 2 days ◇

On the day I tried on my wedding dress, a stranger burst into the VIP fitting room and slashed me with a knife. She tore my dress to shreds, her face twisted with rage. "A gold-digger like you doesn't deserve a dress this expensive!" The blade, soaked in sulfuric acid, pierced my abdomen, and I collapsed in agony. She grabbed my hair and slapped me, snarling, "Clarence promised to marry me! You're nothing but a homewrecker!" Blood stained my gown as the truth hit me. My boyfriend of seven years had been cheating on me. "Keep staring, huh? My man runs this city. I could kill you, and no one would touch me!" she taunted, smug as hell. With bloodied hands, I pulled out my phone and dialed my brother. "Chris, come get me from the bridal shop. And tell the Thompsons the engagement is off."

Some wounds never heal. Some betrayals can't be forgiven. He chose her best friend. She lost everything. Now she's back—more powerful, more determined, and with an empire at her fingertips. — Elizabeth Stone had loved one man, Crimson Phoenix. But after six blissful years together, he walked out of her life. Within months, he was engaged to her best friend. Now, four years later, Elizabeth thought she had escaped the scandal that had made her the most hated woman in Flintstone City. However, she is back as the heiress to a vast chain of resorts and hotels. Her ex-husband returns, begging for her forgiveness. But can she truly forgive the man who was the reason she lost her baby?