Kazuma Face Novels & Stories

To survive the elite Aethelgard Vanguard University, you must have a legendary bloodline or a death wish. Loveth has none of those. She does have a stolen identity ring, a blood seal that blocks her forbidden magic, and a burning thirst for revenge against the noble family that threw her away like trash. She enters the academy under the name of a dead girl, aiming to keep her head down and climb the cutthroat ranking system from the absolute bottom at Rank 500, destroying her bloodline from the inside. But her plan falls apart on the very first night when she comes face to face with Crown Prince Kaka. Kaka is the academy’s undisputed rank 1. A lethal, arrogant storm-wielder weaponised by the royal court. But behind that perfect, untouchable facade, Kaka is dying. His magic core is cracking from a dark family curse, threatening to rip him apart from the inside out. But when a midnight showdown forces Loveth to unleash her hidden ash magic, Kaka learns her deadly secret. But instead of revealing her, he sees that her forbidden power is the only thing that can stabilise his failing core. Now, Loveth is bound to the school's most dangerous tyrant by a contract she didn't sign. He needs her power to stay alive; she needs his shadow to take her revenge. But when the academy’s trials turn deadly, and a darker conspiracy lurks beneath the school, the thin line between their mutual hatred and protective obsession starts to blur. In a school where falling behind means death, trusting the enemy could be her best weapon. Or her last mistake.

The century-long war was over. My sister and I were the Alpha's daughters. The strongest pack in the North. We were forced into a marriage alliance with the Evernight vampire kingdom. A witch prophesied a powerful hybrid would be born to our family. A child destined to be king. Soon, my sister and I were both pregnant. I didn't care about giving birth to the prophesied ruler. I just wanted my child to be safe and healthy. But I never expected what happened. My sister, Liliana, gave birth to the hybrid king. Her mate, the first prince, Damien, was immediately named Crown Prince. And me? I gave birth to a monster. A beast born in its feral wolf form, all fangs and fury. I was branded unclean. My mate, the second prince Kael, was executed for my "sin." Burned to ash. Only in my last moments did I learn the truth. The monster my sister had swapped for mine? It was hers. It was all a scheme. A plot she and Damien hatched to hide a defect in his bloodline and steal the throne. When I opened my eyes again, I was back. Back before everything went to hell. And my sister was walking toward me, a smile on her face, a glass of juice in her hand…

During a livestream of my brother, Douglas Wilcox's heart transplant surgery, I, the lead surgeon, turn tail and flee with my tail between my legs halfway through the surgery. Because of that, Douglas ends up dying on the operating table, and I become a murderer. My mom kneels on the floor with tears streaming down her cheeks. She questions me, "You're the only one capable of performing this surgery in the entire country! Why did you run away? "We've been waiting for 20 long years for a suitable heart that can save Douglas' life! You're the one who killed him!" In the face of the growing public outlash and the pressure exerted by the health department, the police built a case on this incident and decided to investigate me. On the day I'm whisked away by the police, the enraged onlookers and the reporters have me surrounded. "Dr. Wilcox, although you're just an adopted daughter, the Wilcox family still loves and pampers you to no end. Why did you do this? "People without medical ethics like you are murderers! You deserve to get skinned alive!" I just look at the camera with a stony expression. "Someone else is the actual murderer here. The truth and the proof that all of you badly want are already revealed in the livestream."

Three years ago, she ruthlessly dumped her penniless boyfriend in order to repay her mother’s gambling debt of eight hundred thousand dollars；Three years later, during a punishment game, she kissed the most dangerous man in the bar—never expecting their fates to intertwine once more.Broad Ramsden.The ex-boyfriend she had abandoned was now the all-powerful godfather of the mafia.“Evelyn, the score between us isn’t settled yet.”He cornered her in the booth, his eyes bloodthirsty and deranged.She thought he would kill her.But instead, he trapped her by his side—giving her the best job, the most expensive clothes, the gentlest shelter—and also the cruelest humiliation.“Don’t reject me. You know it hurts you to leave me.”When he took her hand and placed it over his heart, she realized—He hated her, yet he couldn’t let her go more than he hated her.And the secret she had buried deep in her heart for three years was enough to destroy everything.He thought she was greedy for wealth and status; she thought he was consumed by hatred.But the truth—it seemed, wasn’t what either of them believed.How would they face the love they once had?

The cold seawater engulfs me, its relentless pull dragging me into the abyss. I kick desperately, my lungs burning, but the surface drifts farther and farther away. "Save me, Kane… save our child…" Pain lances through my body as I clutch my stomach, shielding the fragile life within me. The child I never thought I'd have, the child who was supposed to be our blessing. Through the watery haze, I see Kane Porter standing on the jagged cliffs above the shore. His tall, commanding figure is framed by the moonlight, his golden eyes burning with hatred. The alpha of the Nightfall Pack, the man who once whispered my name with reverence, now looks at me like I'm filth beneath his feet. His voice cuts through the roaring waves, sharp and merciless. "Don't think I don't know what you've done, Selene." The currents tug me deeper. My strength wanes, but his words stab deeper than the water ever could. "You drugged me with a philter, hoping to make me mark you—hoping to force your way into the position of my Luna. Because of your selfishness, Arya is gone. You destroyed her mind, pushed her into madness!" A shadow of despair twists across his face, but it vanishes beneath pure fury. "She fell from that cliff because of you." I shake my head, but I can’t speak. The sea is swallowing my voice. "Do you know what it’s like to wake up every day in torment? To live knowing the woman I loved died because of you?" His eyes glint like a wolf ready to tear out his prey's throat. "I want you to feel every ounce of that pain. I want you and your cursed child to die with her." The waves crash above me, and darkness claws at the edges of my vision. When I open my eyes again, I'm taken back to the day Kane's philter takes effect. He approaches me, his face flushed and his breathing rapid. He's already undone his buttons. "Hang on, Kane. Arya will be here soon!" I back away and open the door behind me. Then, I run off.

Amara Cross sacrificed everything for her Alpha husband—taking a silver bullet that permanently weakened her wolf, enduring a pregnancy that nearly killed her, and shrinking herself for five years hoping to earn his love. Instead, she found him with his mistress and watched her five-year-old son call another woman "mommy." Broken and discarded, she walked away from the pack that never valued her. Three years later, Amara returns as a powerful tech mogul worth millions—stunning, confident, and untouchable. Everything her ex-husband said she'd never be. But her carefully constructed walls face two threats: Damien, who suddenly wants her back now that she's successful, and Lucian Volkov—a ruthless Lycan mafia king who's also her second-chance mate. Lucian is possessive, dominant, and refuses to accept her rejection. He sees through her armor to the terrified woman beneath who's scared of being destroyed again. Caught between a past that broke her and a future she's afraid to want, Amara must decide: will she let fear keep her alone forever, or will she risk everything to reclaim not just her power, but her heart? Sometimes the greatest strength is choosing to trust again.

At a family dinner, Don Vincenzo’s new pet, a dancer named Ava, came for me. She puffed out her chest and slammed a ledger on the long table. “Vincenzo, I accuse her! Skimming from the family business, our club ‘The Siren’s Song.’ Betraying the family!” Every eye in the room turned on me, sharp as knives. But Vincenzo, my boss… his face went hard. I almost pitied the little dancer who’d crawled her way out of Brooklyn. The “family business” she was talking about? It was my private club. A gift from my father. I just lent it to Vincenzo when he was starting out, to give him a respectable front. I lent it to him for two years, and now it’s family property?

At our seventh wedding anniversary dinner, I noticed something strange. My best friend, Darren Blackburn, who had always been single, had suddenly changed his profile picture to a couple’s photo. "So you’ve been hiding a girlfriend from me?" I joked with a grin. "When are you bringing her around? I should at least meet her and make sure she’s good enough for you." He just smiled and shook his head, brushing it off. "Not yet," he said. "It’s not the right time." Then Deanna Cunningham, my wife’s voice called out from the kitchen, "Babe, come help me tie my apron." I hadn’t even pushed my chair back yet when Darren was already on his feet, jogging over. He stepped behind her, wrapped his arms around her waist, and tied the apron strings for her. I froze where I stood. Seeing the look on my face, he quickly tried to explain, "I’m just used to helping out at home. My mom’s always bossing me around. It’s basically muscle memory. Don’t read into it." I didn’t argue or make a scene. I kept my expression neutral and carried on with the dinner as if nothing had happened. Only after all the guests had left did I turn to Deanna, who was clearing the table, and say calmly, "Let’s get a divorce." She slammed the dishes down with a loud crash and glared at me. "Seriously? Over something like that? Just because he tied my apron once?"

After my boyfriend, Mitchell Cooper, finds out that I've spent 300 thousand dollars on a mug, he demands that I buy his mother a single-level apartment that's worth eight million dollars in the heart of the city. Naturally, I turn his ridiculous demand down in a roundabout way. But this sets him off instead. "Don't be so stingy! My mom will become your mom in the future! What's wrong with showering her with gifts in advance?" Afterward, he records all our expenses that have taken place during our relationship on presentation slides and tells me that we have to split them up. "If you think splitting up our expenses is a troublesome thing to do, then you might as well imburse all of them. You're the rich one, after all. "I've already discussed everything with my family. We'll only give you one dollar as a form of wedding gift. It means 'the only one,' which sounds amazing, right?" Upon noticing my lack of response, Mitchell issues the ultimatum right away. "If you refuse to accept these conditions, then we can call off the wedding. You've already dated me for so many years. I'd like to see if anyone wants a second-hand woman like you." I stare at the long list of expenses that need to be split. I even catch sight of the two-dollar Uber fees that were charged when Mitchell came to look for me in the past. With a smile on my face, I reply, "Okay, then. I don't want a single cent from you in terms of wedding gifts. I'll buy your mom that apartment right now."

During the summer break, I took my daughter, Stella Quinton, to a private beach that I own for some fun and some scuba diving. That's when Felicity Portman, a famous actress, barges into the beach with a group flocking behind her. "This is a private beach that Micah has given me permission to entertain VIP clients at! Hurry up and get lost, you filthy commoners!" The arrogant Felicity has the gall to bring up my husband, Micah Morrison, just to threaten me. When she finds out about my identity, she even makes fun of me for being a useless woman who relies on him for survival. I'm furious, to say the least. As the heiress to the richest family in Seacrest City, how am I a useless woman who relies on men for survival? Also, I'm the one who gave Micah his movie company and all of his resources! But when Micah reaches the beach, he works with Felicity to coerce my darling Stella into putting on a diving performance for a lecherous investor. With a sneer on my face, I summon the Seashark Special Forces, who only take orders from the most elite members of Seacrest City. "Seashark Special Forces, come to Moonrise Bay right now and clear out the area!"