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Emery Trigon was raised and trained far away from the royal capital under the tutelage of the Arcana, a secret organization working behind the shadows. Upon turning 20, she was sent to the capital of Silex to marry the king who did not show any interest in her at first. Not only will she hide her identity while protecting the king behind his back but she shall also be involved with the troubles brewing within the palace. And that included dealing with the favored concubine of the king. Things had even gone more awry when a princess showed up at the palace's doorstep. The trust that Emery worked hard for just to convince the king that she was no threat was shattered in a matter of secon

Ayla has always been told by her mother that she should be different, not just because she is very unfeminine, or because her ways of acting and speaking are, as we might say; unrestrained and unfiltered; goes beyond the personality she imposed years ago. Marin went through a lot of things a little girl shouldn't, like seeing her father executed in the middle of a public square. Since that time Ayla has closed herself off from the world by setting standards for herself, putting walls in her heart and for love. For fear of losing someone she loves again, however, when being enlisted for a mind-blowing dispute where a royal position will be at the end as a prize, the girl sees herself acceptin

The city sleeps under his dominion. He stands at the top of his tower, watching the skyline he built on corpses and contracts. A power play gone wrong leaves blood on his hands and a name on his conscience—the woman he was never meant to see again. Below, she moves through the city unseen, carrying evidence that ties him to a crime buried a decade deep. Their collision begins not with love, but exposure. She’s the variable that can end him—or save him from what he’s become.

In my previous life, I was born at the stroke of a cold, pitch-black midnight on New Year's Day, an omen the old town whispered about. They called me a Deathbringer's child, destined to guide the souls of the stillborn to rest. From the age of six, I carried small coffins alone to the graveyard by the church, burying them in silence. Each time, when I reached into the velvet shroud that wrapped the tiny casket, I would find a golden coin resting inside. My mother sold those coins for money, buying my brother a grand mansion, while leaving me behind in the crumbling family house to keep doing the work. No one expected the world of Haunts to descend. However, those coins turned out to be

Once thеrе was a young girl who wanted nothing more than to bе lovеd. Shе gavе еvеrything shе had, еvеn hеr powеrs, to win thе affеction of othеrs, but it was nеvеr еnough. Instеad of accеptancе, all shе got was bеtrayal and pain. In thе еnd, thе man shе trustеd thе most was thе onе who turnеd back on hеr. Shе hatеd thеm all, and if shе еvеr got anothеr chancе, shе promisеd hеrsеlf shе’d nеvеr long for lovе again. Instеad, shе’d makе thosе who wrongеd hеr suffеr in rеturn. Bеforе shе diеd, shе hеard about thе dukе of Adеlstеin and his sons going mad ovеr thе dеaths of thе duchеss and thеir littlе princеss. Whеn shе had thе chancе to bе rеborn, shе saw it as an opportunity for rеvеngе. Thе

In a world where power is everything, Esmeray Lui Collin must navigate a treacherous path to the throne. As enemies lurk in the shadows, she must decide how far she's willing to go to claim her destiny. Can she wear the crown, or will the flames of ambition consume her?

Only One Crown One team. One legacy. One crown. Jaxon Reed built his name on control. As captain of the Frost Giants, he turned pressure into power and silence into strength. The league calls him the best to ever wear the jersey. He carries that title like armor. Then Adrian Cruz walks back into his locker room. Adrian was once more than his rival. More than his teammate. He was the one Jaxon loved in secret and the one he let go when fame, fear, and outside pressure closed in. Now a shocking trade forces Adrian onto Jaxon’s team, binding them together under a brutal contract clause neither of them fully understands. On the ice, they are unstoppable. Off the ice, they are u

Anastasia Crane, twenty years old low rank maid is in love with Prince Kai, the crown prince of Gardenia. Now that's a very bad decision. Fate brings them together and Kai returned Anna's feelings. Thier forbidden love was sure to go down the drain in the end. Kai is betrothed and said to marry in few weeks time. Thier secret affair went on and on the end, they were caught. Anastasia was locked in the dungeon, set to be beheaded the next day but Kai broke her out. He set her in a carriage and promised to come search for her. What Kai didn't know was that Anastasia was pregnant. She was carrying a royal seed in her. The royal seed that got lost.

Loki’s world shattered on the night meant to celebrate love. On their fifth wedding anniversary, she caught her husband in another woman’s arms. A woman who looked like a perfect version of her. But the betrayal didn’t end there. Cold. Unapologetic. Prepared. He handed her divorce papers he had already signed, along with a generous alimony. As if five years of love could be reduced to a transaction. Minutes later, she was dragged out by security, branded an imposter in the very life she built. That night, Loki died. And Rhiannon was born. Rising from humiliation and heartbreak, she rebuilt herself into something the world had never seen – powerful, feared, untouchable. No longer a wom

I was setting up a weekend shopping list on the tablet my husband had just replaced for our home system. A notification popped up. He had forgotten to log out of a shared, encrypted family calendar— one I didn’t recognize. There was only one unfamiliar profile photo. I tapped it. A list titled “My Little Princess – Personal Notes” filled the screen. My Little Princess doesn’t drink alcohol—only mineral water or herbal tea. No late nights. She needs absolute quiet to sleep. She gets anxious easily—keep fresh white lilies in the house and her favorite vanilla chocolates on hand. I scrolled slowly, my expression unreadable. The final entry was bolded. Highlighted. “Next Wednesday: t