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WSA 25 ENTRY "Your Majesty," I cleared my throat and gripped the hem of the itchy gown and curtsied as far as I could manage, aware that the court was watching me. "Thank you for receiving me today. You have such a lovely court. Such beautiful scenery… such voluptuous court maids—" The man blinked, visibly stunned, his lips parted in confusion. "Duchess Leora?" Shit. "You idiot!" Leora’s voice shrieked in my head. "You can’t say stuff like that to the king!" ************* Ethan Wade, a brilliant but jaded game developer, wakes up trapped inside his company’s unreleased political simulation game as Duchess Leora, a side character meant to fade quietly into the background. But with the real duchess screaming in his head, a confused king watching his every move, and his unexpected antics rewriting the game’s plot, Ethan’s simple goal of escaping turns into chaos in the kingdom. And the worst part? The longer he stays, the less chances he has of returning but he has no intention of letting this character fade into nothing as the original game plot demands. One glitchy duchess. One skeptical king. And zero idea how to play the role. Welcome to the royal mess.

Devastated by the death of her destined mate and her family, Reana refused to choose another mate for three years. But with the council breathing down her neck, she had no other choice but to consider her options: Beta Ryan, the one who was chosen by the pack to become her second chance mate. But to everyone's surprise, she chose a servant, Ryder. The pack members and the council were livid. How could they bow to a servant turned Alpha? It was already enough that their Black Moon Pack was magnanimous to strays – in the past, giving them a home and work to help their living conditions, but now, one of such people would become their Alpha? Impossible! No way! What if Ryder was a spy? An enemy in disguise? Meanwhile, Ryder, the servant, was more than that. He was the feared and revered Alpha Snow of the Southern Islands - the dared-devil who was at war with the moon goddess for three lifetimes, just for Reana. And this lifetime, he was going all out, laying all his cards down. Who cares what he has to become just to claim his woman? Since Reana would not marry an Alpha from other packs, yet, was destined to become a Luna, then joining her pack as a 'pitiful' servant was his best bet. *** Reana's heart skipped a beat. There was something about the way Ryder said 'My Luna' that sent a shiver down her spine. The possessive undertone was unmistakable, and for a moment, Reana felt a flutter in her chest. She looked away, trying to compose herself. Perhaps, he didn't mean it that way, after all, he was the first to call her that. It was either 'Luna Reana' or plainly 'Luna.' With this conclusion, she turned back to him, her face cold and indifferent as usual, intending to respond. "You're my cho—" She stopped herself, her gaze drifting to the smudge of blood on his cheek. She didn't like the stain; it marred his handsome face like a drop of red ink on a white ceremonial dress. Without thinking, Reana reached out to clean the blood. As her hand made contact with his warm skin, a jolt of electricity coursed through her. Startled and about to withdraw her hand, Ryder suddenly leaned into her touch. Reana's heart skipped another beat. Ryder's eyes locked onto hers, his gaze burning with intensity. "Does My Luna find me worthy to become her chosen mate?" he asked, his voice low and husky. "I think I have good qualities. I don't have a mate, nor have I ever touched any woman. I'm still a virgin…" *** Please, check the review and character profile first, then prologue chapter before you dive into the story. It's very, very important. More tags~ #Rebirth #Obsession

In her past life, Michelle was an ordinary doctor who worked in a small hospital, but once in a while, a strange envelope would arrive at her apartment and she would take up a weaon and turn into a deadly assassin known for her stealthiness. But being a top assassin, Michelle had many enemies and ended up dying, only to wake up in the body of Michelle Grace, a pampered young miss in a world similar to ancient dynasties, except that cultivation existed there. Not everyone could cultivate, but Michelle Grace could. The original Michelle Grace was engaged to the Crown Prince, and he killed her before Michelle took over the body, so after making a deal with Michelle Grace's father, the Archduke, Michelle took on the name Grace and started a revenge plan on the Crown Prince, his lover, his mistress and his father, the Emperor. A bit troublesome: Michelle gained the attention of two men who together were the Dark Lord. They were horrifyingly powerful, so Michelle had to be careful around them. Luckily, they didn't have in their plans harming her, as they were intrigued by her constitution. Michelle possessed a rare blood, which they could use.

My whole life, I’ve been nothing but property—bought, sold, caged like an animal. Being held down by this shackle, all I ever wanted was to escape, and tonight is one of those nights when I dare my faith once again. I tore through the darkness, the cold, the fear clawing at my chest. And there, when doubt was about to set in, I thought I could never make it. I feared freedom would forever exist only in my dreams. Right there he found me. Marcel Edgar. A man of power, a man who made my lifetime dream become a reality in the twinkling of an eye. "Thank you so much for saving my life, Marcel…" I said as I dished myself some hot food. "Eat. You have so much to do later.." he replied, still focused on his plate of food. Could he be the saviour I have been praying for, did the spirit of my dead parent finally remember me, or is it another hell?. Luck like this doesn’t come to someone like me, but one thing is for sure, this kind of miracle only comes once in a lifetime.

Oops! The foolish real young master had run away!!! The title of the book… Micah had everything anyone could possibly envy, a gentle mother, a supportive father, and two doting older sisters. His family business dominated the capital with its high-technology products, and he was raised with a silver spoon from birth. Life was perfect. Until one day everything crumbled when a young man appeared, claiming to be the real young master. The classic case of swapped at birth… Panicked and heartbroken, Micah, the fake heir, fought desperately to hold onto his family and fortune. From Bad-mouthing and spreading rumours to initiating misplaced hatred toward the real young master, he plotted financial pitfalls and implicated his family business in progress. Not to mention his backstabbing and selling the classified information to a rival company. “What the actual f..?” Micah stared at the book, seething with anger. He was practically a villain out of a melodrama. He would never be like that! Which vengeful ghost had written this book?! “Where is my knife?!” He needed to show this so-called author the true meaning of vengeance! Even if he couldn’t get his hands on him, at the very least, he could undermine all the nonsense that was written in his book! Whether would he really be this mentally handicapped as described in the book remained a mystery, but please could someone explain the rest of the book to him? Those madmen! Those Degenerated Gongs! How could they torment the cheerful sunny Shou and twist him into an obedient meek little puppet just to satisfy their sick desires?! “I, Micah Ramsy, swear to protect my new brother from those psychos and hungry wolves!” Thus begins the journey of the fake heir, hell-bent on keeping those scums away from his sweet brother.

Alexandra Thompson is a struggling event planner. She expects her boyfriend to propose on her second-year anniversary, but he drops a bombshell on her instead. Their relationship was fake. It was all a bet, and his prize for deceiving her was a new Lamborghini. In retaliation, she stole the keys to his new car with the intent to destroy it. What she did not intend was to crash into a man in a fit of rage and send him to the hospital. Julian Saintclaire is an arrogant billionaire CEO of Saintclaire conglomerates. After being stood up by the woman his parents arranged for him to marry, he cancels their engagement and goes for a smoke, only to be run over and wake up with amnesia. With no memory of his identity, he is forced to live with Alexandra and work as her assistant. Together, they navigate the dangerous waters of love and the forces threatening to pull them apart.

On the day of her wedding, Ivy Quinn vanishes, leaving behind only a note: "I’m sorry, I can't marry a blind man." To protect her son from heartbreak, Elizabeth Winters strikes a desperate deal—Ruby, Ivy’s identical twin, must take her sister’s place at the altar. Trapped by duty and family pressure, Ruby agrees, believing it will only last until Stefan’s eyesight is restored. But from the moment they marry, Stefan senses something is different about his "wife." The woman beside him is nothing like the shallow fiancée he once knew. She’s sharp, resilient, and understands his business in a way Ivy never did. Against all odds, he falls harder than ever for this new version of her. And Ruby? She never expected to fall in love with a man who was never meant to be hers. But just when she finds the courage to tell him the truth, Ivy returns, ready to reclaim the life she abandoned. When Stefan finally opens his eyes, will he see the woman who truly stood by him—or will he be too blind to recognize real love? ****Excerpt**** “By the way, did Ruby come to the wedding?” he asked, catching her off guard since she hadn't expected him to ask her that all of a sudden. Was he already suspecting that it was her and not Ivy? Ruby’s fingers froze on the door handle for just a fraction of a second. It was enough to set off alarms in Stefan's head. “I—uh…” She hesitated, but only briefly. “No. She had work. She couldn’t make it.” Was he suspecting a switch already? What must have set off the alarm in his head? Stefan hummed, tilting his head slightly. “Oh, I see. How is she, then? I hope she's coming to visit one of these days?” Her fingers tightened on the handle, though her voice remained steady. “Yeah. She would, the moment she is chanced and can come.” A slow smirk tugged at the corner of Stefan’s lips, though he kept his expression neutral. Interesting. Very interesting. His wife had just lied to him and he didn't know why. Even though he was blind, he'd find out why soon enough.

Isadora was ready for a date. “Working late in a museum hits differently,” she laughed as she slipped on the mysterious Bracelet of Time, hoping to impress—never knowing it would thrust her into a world of magic, royalty, and danger. A world centuries away from her own. In this realm of war and power, Duke Lucien reigns as a cold, undefeated general. He possesses a power so dangerous, it cost him his sight—and nearly his soul. Betrayed by those closest to him, Lucien has become the beast whispered about in every corner of the empire. Known as the Crimson-Eyed Beast, he has never known warmth, nor trusted anything beyond his blade. Until her. Isadora—a woman from a future he cannot comprehend. An outsider with fire in her soul and a heart that refuses to bow to the rules of his world

In a world on the brink of collapse, Agatha blurs the line between destiny and desire as the chosen vessel for the ancient White Lotus Priestess. Bound by a sacred ritual that promises to restore the Priestess's spirit and save humanity from impending darkness, Agatha grapples with her own identity and worth. As the fated day approaches, she finds herself questioning everything she’s been taught: Is her existence merely a stepping stone for another’s resurrection? Haunted by visions of the Priestess’s past and filled with doubt about her fleeting existence, Agatha embarks on a journey of self-discovery that unveils hidden powers and long-buried secrets. With the world growing more dangerous, Agatha must confront the ultimate choice: embrace her role as the vessel and facilitate the return of the Priestess for the greater good or dare to rebel against her destiny, risking the balance of humanity’s future. With time running out, Agatha must decide if humanity's survival is more vital than her own existence. Will she uphold her duty as the vessel or forge a new path—one that could change the fate of the living forever?

Two faces. One empire. And a secret that could destroy them all. Liam Heart, a struggling delivery man, has always been on the outside looking in at the world of the wealthy. But when a twist of fate thrusts him into the heart of the Tianhu Group, a powerful corporate empire, his life takes an unexpected turn. Lucas Tian, the heir to the empire, is in a coma after a poisoning attempt. With a critical deal hanging in the balance, Liam, who bears an uncanny resemblance to Lucas, is forced to step into the role of the missing CEO. As Liam navigates the treacherous world of boardrooms and power plays, he uncovers hidden truths that link him to the Tianhu Group in ways he never imagined. He realizes that the poisoning wasn't just an accident, but part of a larger, more sinister game. With identities blurring and secrets unraveling, Liam must decide: is he merely a pawn in someone else's scheme, or does he hold the key to exposing the truth and taking down the empire?

Synopsis: After finishing the DxD light novel, a Warhammer 40K fan loses his life and finds himself, without any clear explanation, in the body of an angel banished from paradise by his Heavenly Father. [Ding!!!] [Congratulations, Lord Sanguinius.] [You have been selected to become a member of the dimensional discussion group.] "I'm just a member... not the administrator?" Author's Note: A story born from a whim, but one that can flourish with your support. ## Warning: I do not own any of the works represented here, such as DxD, Warhammer 40k, or others (the cover doesn't belong to me either). This is a harem (small, but still a harem).

Shirley investigates the world and solves mysteries everywhere. She questions the suspects, examines the clues, follows every lead she has, and stops the person or persons behind the case when she cracks the case. Later, she teams up with a girl named Diane Walker, who helps her solve cases.

Nathaniel Carlisle, the empire’s most feared military officer and Duke, married a woman with the face of his dead fiancée. Eleanor Whitmore was gone. Her death was undeniable, a wound that should have been buried with her. Yet here she stands—alive, unbroken, and now his wife. But something is wrong. She flinches at his touch. Her wit is quieter, her defiance carefully veiled. And though she wears Eleanor’s face, she is not the woman he once knew. Who is she? Evelyn never meant to steal a dead woman’s life. A commoner from the slums, she only wanted to save her younger brother from war. But when fate handed her the chance to become Lady Whitmore, she seized it—never expecting to find herself bound to a man who stares at her like he’s searching for a ghost. Now, she is trapped in a dangerous masquerade, forced to play the role of a woman she never knew, under the watchful gaze of a husband who seems just as haunted as he is obsessed. He is her greatest danger. She is his deepest obsession.

No one could have ever imagined this encounter between two generations so far apart. On a clear day, Ariha Minori—a modern young woman—goes out shopping and meets an overly enthusiastic fan of the royal family, dressed in an eerily realistic cosplay. Strangely enough, she soon discovers that this "fan" is nothing of the sort—in fact, the young man is none other than Prince Senko von Minaguchi Hyōnko, a genuine lost prince from three centuries ago. And so, after this fateful meeting, his unexpected stay in the modern era begins. Will the prince ever find his way back? How will Senko spend his time in the future?

#Rated 18-Mature Themes Violet’s life was never her own—her father’s crushing debt made sure of that. But when the debt collector kidnaps her as payment, she takes a desperate deal: become a servant and spy on the mysterious and tyrannical Lord Cain, the ruler of her Werewolf district. There’s just one catch: Lord Cain only permits male servants in his house. Disguised as a boy, Violet cuts her hair, flattens her chest, and dons a voice-altering band to pull off the deception. Everything goes according to plan—until Cain, a man known for his cold personality starts to take a peculiar interest in her. Violet’s disguise becomes a prison as she battles her own growing attraction to him. But this is no love story. Cain’s obsession to her is dangerous. Beneath his icy gaze lies a mind fractured by years of affliction by a curse. A curse made by Violet's biological mother: A powerful witch. ************* "TAKE IT OFF!" Violet’s knees nearly buckled at the thunderous command, her chest tightening with panic. The raw anger in Cain’s voice was as sharp as a blade. "My lord! I-I’m a man!" she stammered, gripping her shirt tightly, her fingers trembling as they clung to the fabric. "I don't like other men!" she cried, a desperate plea in her voice since the second she took her shirt off and he discovered that she was a woman was the moment she died. Painfully. Cain’s glare was unyielding, his voice dropping into a growl. "Don’t insult me, You think I do. You kissed me!" Her breath hitched as he stepped closer, his presence suffocating. "If you don’t take it off," he said, his tone low and dangerous, "I’ll rip it off myself." Violet’s mind raced, panic threatening to overwhelm her. She couldn’t let him find out—he’d kill her. Painfully. Glancing away to avoid his gaze when she caught the undeniable bulge in his trousers. Heat flushed her face, her thoughts spinning in desperation at the only idea she could think of to make him back off. 'This has to work. It has to…’

The woman who lost everything and the man who can have anything he wants… united by revenge. Anna Hyde was a devoted wife, willing to do anything to make her husband happy—except give him a child. When he decides she is no longer useful, he demands a divorce while his family humiliates her and casts her out of their estate. To make matters worse, the only family she has left—her own aunt—disowns her, leaving her with absolutely nothing. Anna believes things can’t possibly get worse, but when it rains, it pours. Marienne, her husband’s mistress, tries to blind and kill her. But this time, luck is on Anna’s side. On the verge of death, she is saved by William Stark, a returning billionaire who offers her a new identity and the chance to take back everything that was stolen from her. With a new face and a new name, Anna is reborn as Chloe Dumas, ready to make those who wronged her pay.

Twenty-eight year old Delilah Sterling, has perfected the art of being a respectable realtor by day, and a professional gold digger by night. Delilah believes she has her double life under control. Her meticulously crafted life crumbles when she wakes up one morning with a wedding band on her finger, a marriage certificate on the table, and a sinfully gorgeous man claiming to be her husband. To make matters worse, he is broke and jobless, making her feel trapped in a surreal nightmare. Desperate for escape, Delilah demands a divorce, but the stranger—insisting he wants to stay married—thwarts every attempt. Frustration and confusion mount until Delilah hatches a new plan: she proposes they team up to con her next target, the elusive billionaire, Hunter Quinn. What Delilah doesn't realize is that her "broke husband" is actually Hunter Quinn himself. Billionaire CEO, Hunter Quinn, having discovered Delilah’s intentions to con him, had decided to outplay her at her own game. Hunter agrees to the partnership, and together they plunge into a high-stakes game of deceit. As they plot and scheme, the lines between pretense and reality blur. Their forced proximity ignites an unexpected chemistry, leading to moments of vulnerability and genuine connection neither anticipated. Caught in a whirlwind of deception, passion, and power plays, Delilah grapples with their growing feelings. As their con deepens, she must confront the ultimate question: Can she open her heart to love and trust again? ****Exerpt**** Delilah’s eyes darted to the marriage certificate again, the official seal glaring back at her. Her fingers itched to tear it apart, to make this nightmare disappear. But deep down, she knew that wouldn’t change anything. “I don’t remember,” she whispered, more to herself than to him. “I don’t remember any of it.” Blake nodded as if he had expected this reaction. “That is expected. You had a lot to drink last night.” he fished out a phone from the back pocket of his trousers, opened it. “Here, this is us celebrating, after we got married last night,” he said, showing her a picture. Delilah’s breath caught in her throat as she stared at the photo. It was indeed her. “How?” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “I don’t remember any of this.” “It was a wild night,” he said softly. Perhaps she had married Blake because he was wealthy. That would be the only logical reason for her to make such a blunder. There was hope, she thought, as she clung to the possibility of salvaging something from this disaster. Turning to him, she forced a smile, “Is this your house? Are we in your house?” She asked, looking around the bedroom. Blake shook his head, “No. This is a hotel,” he said, and she nodded. “I see. It looks like quite an expensive hotel,” she observed, “What do you do for a living?” she asked, trying to keep her voice steady as she searched his eyes for any hint of affluence. Blake hesitated, his confident demeanor faltering for the first time. He looked away, rubbing the back of his neck. “I’m... in between jobs,” he stuttered, avoiding her gaze. Delilah’s heart sank, disappointment crashing over her like a wave. “In between jobs?” she echoed, her voice tinged with disbelief. Blake seemed to sense her dismay. “I know it doesn’t sound great,” he said quickly, trying to reassure her. “But I’m working on a few things. I just need a little more time.” “You’re jobless,” she muttered to herself as reality sunk in. “How did you pay for this room? For the wedding bands?” She asked, and he winced. “I didn’t. You did,” he said, and she collapsed on the bed. (PS: Cover photo isn’t mine. Credit to the real owner)

"I...Love you." "You're a black magician?" "Haven't you put the pieces together, you dumbass?" "YOU! You're the reason for my misfortunes!" "I'm sorry... I'm really sorry." What the hell is happening?! On the day Sienna received her inheritance, she was tragically hit by a truck and woke up inside the novel "The sun that melts the snowy mountain" in the body of Raina Atara Aillard, An important character's sister yet was never mentioned, the noblest lady yet disrespected. A story full of twist and turns, chaos, fun, and gloom.

Lyla Knight thought she knew her husband, the enigmatic and stoic Noah Anderson—CEO of a billion-dollar empire and the golden bachelor of City A. Their marriage was a quiet agreement, a union arranged by their families to ensure Lyla's safety and happiness. For two years, Noah was away expanding his business, and Lyla pursued her dream of becoming a singer, believing they were just two polite strangers bound by a contract. But appearances can be deceiving. Noah Anderson, the king of the business world, has always been a wolf in sheep’s clothing. Beneath his calm demeanor lies an obsession—a love so deep that he’s been silently protecting his innocent "little rabbit" from the shadows. When he finally returns, his carefully constructed facade begins to crack. “Sweetheart,” he murmurs one day, his voice a mix of pleading and determination, “I let them think I didn’t love you enough to show you off. But now, can we go public? Let me slap their faces with the truth.” Even the king of hell is willing to make puppy eyes to convince his wife to acknowledge him as her husband—a sight that leaves his assistant Cheng fleeing the office in shock. But Lyla’s world is truly shaken when she stumbles into Noah’s private library and finds a hidden treasure trove: old, secretly taken photos of herself from years before they were married. Her heart pounds as she backs away, only to collide with the man himself. His familiar scent surrounds her as his deep, velvety voice whispers near her ear, “It has always been you, sweetheart.” Caught between the shy, gentlemanly facade she believed in and the possessive, passionate man he truly is, Lyla must navigate the truth about her husband and their secret marriage.

Aylin Lancaster was born to obey, but she’s done bowing her head. Cast aside by her mate, the Silverclaw Alpha who was supposed to protect her, Aylin severs her ties to the pack and flees into the wilds, chasing the only clue left behind by her missing sister. What she finds instead is a monster. Tsar, the infamous rogue king, is more beast than man, cursed by ancient blood and doomed to lose control with every full moon. But when Aylin steps into his world, something shifts. Her scent calms the storm inside him. Her voice tames the fury. And her presence may just be his salvation or his undoing. Together, they uncover a buried secret: the Moonborn Kings, a forgotten bloodline erased from history… And Aylin might be its last surviving heir. Now, hunted by kings and monsters alike, Aylin must decide: run from her past or rise to claim a throne steeped in blood, fire, and forgotten power.