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[#lovesosweet] [WARNING: Mature content 18+] [WPC #AUG2023Entry] « Is it not enough that I have been 'sold off' as a catalogue bride but also have to compete with a dead woman for favour? » Shelby looks like she has it all. The perfect family and all the perks that come with it. But she must go through a 'forced contract marriage' and also compete for the attention of the man she had been unwillingly tied to... Ian lost the love of his life so suddenly that his mind still refuses to accept that reality. He gave up everything and secluded himself until his mother found him a bride. His one task was to give the family an heir but how can Ian do this when the air he breathes all revolves around the one woman he can never have. However, he finds himself in a predicament and dilema when the new contracted bride is thrust into his life unwittingly... especially, when he finds out that she is more than meets the eye. Image: Image generated from starryai.com, cover completed by me. This is an original story of mine. Copyright Loctovia 2023 Update schedule: 5 chapters per week

> "I was just a side character in this story. But if I'm given a second chance... then that tragic ending will never happen again." Alexamysa Zevarelis wakes up not as her real-world self—but as the youngest daughter of the strongest Duke family in the Kingdom of Solveria. Beautiful, elegant, and heir to the power of Water and Ice, she was nothing more than a background character in the novel she once read… a girl who died young saving the Crown Prince—and was quickly forgotten. But now, Alexa takes over that life. With three overprotective older brothers, unmatched social status, and pure noble magic running through her veins, Alexa is determined to rewrite her fate. She refuses to be remembered only for her sacrifice. She will carve her own legacy. But when Crown Prince Thalionric Arelthia begins showing an interest that never existed in the original story, Alexa realizes: this world may be far more dangerous—and far more personal—than she ever imagined. > In a world where blood determines power, and love can be a fatal weakness… Can Alexa survive as the Silver Rose that no flame can melt?

(Mature Content 18+ No rape) “When vengeance is all she has left, why does his touch make her burn?” Two thousand years ago, the Kingdom of Devana fell to a heavenly curse. Princess Rosaline, sealed underground by her father, survived but woke to a world that had forgotten her and her people’s sins. Now immortal, she lives quietly among humans, plotting to destroy the heavens that condemned her. Until she meets Adam Black her new CEO, the enigmatic vampire who seems to know exactly who she is and what she hides. He claims to be the son of her father’s chief general, a boy she barely remembers, but who has been hunting her across centuries. Their fates, bound by prophecy, collide in a game of power, desire, and retribution. Can she trust him to help her unlock the powers she’s long suppressed, or is he just another predator waiting to consume her? "When love and vengeance are bound by a curse, who will break first — the immortal princess or the vampire prince?" A dark fantasy romance of forbidden love, curses, and revenge.

In the Kingdom of Zarethrone, justice isn’t served by a blade or exile it’s served through pleasure. A land where one can escape death... if they satisfy the desires of royalty. Where punishment comes in the form of seduction, and the King's rule is wild, wicked, and erotic. Prince Kaelith, the only heir to the throne, is forbidden from lying with any man. In a kingdom ruled by lust, his desire for a man is the only crime he must never commit. But when secrets swirl, forbidden hearts awaken, and his body begins to crave what the law denies… how long can he obey the rules of his father’s kingdom? Hale is a poor, rebellious son of a village blacksmith. He didn’t expect to catch the eye of Prince Kael. And he didn’t expect Kael’s gentle hands, stolen glances, or whispered promises in the dark. But falling in love with the prince is illegal as a Man. Forbidden. Deadly. As their hidden romance grows under royal eyes, from royal chambers filled with whispered moans to courtroom punishments that ignite passion, every chapter drips with sin, secrets, and the battle between pleasure and power. In Zarethrone, no one is truly innocent And pleasure is the only way to survive. Warning: This story contains mature themes, erotic punishments, LGBTQ+ relationships, and royal affairs not suited for readers under 18. If you're ready for a royal fantasy like no other, add to your library, leave a review, and join the journey of His Majesty’s Secret.

[MATURE CONTENT] "What do you want, Johnathan?" Jonathan, with guilt or regret struck on his face, bows his head and says, "I have made a grave mistake, my Lord!" He says, and in his mind, 'The mistake of coveting what can never be mine.'

***Together, they were like fire and ice.*** Damon pursued, ready to conquer while Alexander ran, trying so hard to remain cold and guarded. Alexander had thought guarding the sick crown prince was something so easy until he found himself cruelly yet so innocently tempted. ***excerpt*** There was indeed nothing he could do when it came to this man. "You...you are shameless." Alexander managed to say something once he recovered from his momentarily shock. Damon smirked. "I know and I am unapologetic for being that way. Alexander, I am going to do whatever it takes to make you mine." Damon smiled painfully, his voice serious as his eyes burned into his. Alexander was lost for words. At least Damon was being brazenly honest about his intentions. Knowing that did not help to lessen his overwhelmed state at the bold declaration. Now, Alexander knew this man had his eyes set on him but what was he going to do about it. Run or give in to his desires. Desires his mind was still coming to terms with. Running was the safer option because uncertainty was not his greatest suite. But... this man had assured him that he had no problem chasing him. Alexander knew he was doomed...so sweetly doomed. ... Hey guys, I have decided to try writing something new, a genre I haven't tried before but one that I find interesting enough to explore. This book is a romance BL novel and if you are one that likes the genre or loves to try new things, please don't hesitate to try out my new book. Also, feel free to check out my other novel... The heiress's revenge: A rise from the ashes. Thank you!

[Mature Content] I was born a bastard to the Archduke of Beloria, scorned because of my odd-looking hair and sickly body, maltreated by my stepmother and sister. And my father? He never looked my way. I was the reminder of a mistake he could never accept. My entire life should've been trying to live through my days as a labeled whores daughter and the taint to the noble house but everything changed when my marriage to the Lycan Monarch was announced. Lycans are apex predators, superior beings, beastmen, and originators of those horror stories your parents told you about to make you behave. My father saw fit to throw me to the beasts as a means to reclaim the lost lands. I was the bargain for a better future for the last human kingdom, but I felt more cursed than blessed. Forced into training to please a beast and ensure I was fit to be his wife. I dreaded the day I'd wed the Monarch and be treated no less than human meat. I've heard stories about him, and they are far worse than any combined. They call him a mindless beast, merciless, the ultimate feared being in the entire realm, and the terror that bested the vampires in war and ended it under his rule. My future was bleak. But when the day arrived and I set my gaze on the beast I'm meant to marry... I realized Drevon Balthar was unlike the rumors; they didn't tell the whole story.

Half a century has passed since the fall of Wi, the nation of the Celestial Scions, once blessed by the divine entity Sahngjon. On Birahng, a remote island untouched by the swords of the new dynasty, Dahn, the last two scions of Wi and their loyal followers lie in wait, their hopes clinging to an ancient prophecy. Finally, the crimson star foretold in the prophecy appears, igniting a fire of ambition in the hearts of the two scions. Meanwhile, in the Dahn kingdom, the king, alarmed by the growing unrest among his people, dispatches his ambitious third child, Kyeong'ui, to Birahng, the island where the crimson star has descended. Amidst a clash of desires and destinies, the crimson star hangs in the balance. Whose path will it illuminate?

"If all the Ancient Ones rise against us, I'll burn them all. If the entire world turns against us, I will set it ablaze. Nothing will stand in our way. Nothing!" - Achilles Adrastia Maxwell --- Death followed Achilles like a plague. Finding himself at his lowest point, he comes to realize how little value human life held as terrifying Advanced Humans and Evolutius Beasts waded across the Colonies of this World. About to lose the only remaining person close to him by falling into the jaws of an Evolutius Beast, a spark bloomed inside of him as the Evolutius Crystals he held disappeared, and he saw a distinct blue panel appear before his eyes! [Achilles Maxwell] [Assimilation]:: Organic Crystal(Evolutius Crystals)(3%)- Obtained qualities of Regeneration, Energy Conversion, Flexibility, and Light Manipulation  [Existence Corruption Value]:: 0% [Complexity]:: Negligible A simple spark. And yet the changes it brought…were limitless! In an endlessly vast post-apocalyptic world filled with futuristic Colonies that merged magic with technology, undercurrents surge from the depths of the World as even the Ancient Ones sealed many years ago begin to awaken. In the middle of all this, the terrifying power dwelling within Achilles leads him to question its origins, and the answer to this is something that resonates and leads back to his very bloodline. Ancient Ones. Advanced Ones. Ancient Bloodlines, and Unfathomable Lineages...anything and everything swirls into a storm of heavy proportions that will change everything!

(Matured Content-No rape) “She was promised to a prince. But taken by a monster who calls himself king.” In a realm ruled by blood and empire, twenty-four kingdoms bow to one throne — and at the center of it sits Emperor Zareth Ravaryn, a vampire older than most dynasties, cold as obsidian, and feared as much as he is obeyed. Princess Serenya of Vayrana was never meant to catch his eye. Gentle. Devoted. Already betrothed to the human prince she loved from afar. But one imperial ceremony changed everything. When the Emperor sees her — veiled in gold, eyes full of light — he names her his future Empress. She refuses. He doesn’t ask twice. Now torn from her homeland and chained in silk and duty, Serenya finds herself in a court of shadows, where power is worn like perfume and secrets drip from every whispered bow. But Zareth is not just the monster she feared. He is obsessed. And his obsession doesn’t break... it consumes. As the blood empire trembles under rebellion, forbidden longing ignites between captive and captor, and the girl who once dreamt of love must decide: Will she fight for her freedom— or burn for his throne? Dark fantasy meets imperial seduction in this slow-burn vampire romance — with original lore, dangerous rituals, forbidden love, and a heroine who was never meant to kneel. Welcome to the Empire of Thorns. Where love is a game only monsters win. #bookone of The Empire of Thorns series --- Excerpt. A man stood before her. Not just any man. The man. Eyes like twin flames. Lips curled into a knowing smirk. A voice like thunder dipped in velvet. "And who might you be, little dove?" Zareth purred. Serenya's heart slammed against her ribs. "I-I'm... I was just—" "Lost?" he finished for her, his tone mocking yet oddly amused. She nodded, clutching her veil tighter. His eyes trailed down the curve of her figure, and then back to her eyes. "You're not from around here," he said, though he already knew. "I'm from Vayrana," she managed, voice barely above a whisper. His grin widened. "That explains the veil. So well-behaved. So sweet." He stepped closer, and she instinctively backed up—until her back hit the wall. "Running off alone into a palace full of monsters... either you're braver than you look, or dumber," he drawled, eyes gleaming. Her eyes widened at the insult, but something in his tone kept her frozen. "I didn't mean to be disrespectful—" "Oh, but you weren't," he interrupted. "In fact, you've just made this entire evening… interesting." He reached out, adjusting the edge of her veil with a gentleness that contradicted his deadly aura. "What's your name, dove?" She hesitated. "Your name," he repeated, voice darker now. "I don't ask twice." "Serenya," she whispered. He leaned in, mouth brushing close to her ear. "Serenya," he repeated, tasting it. "Pretty name. Suits you." Then, as quickly as he came, he stepped back. The moment shattered. "Go on now, little dove. Before your father comes searching."

A mysterious girl. A kingdom that whispers. And six crown princes who never saw her coming. In a world where names echo and silence is often overlooked, she arrives—unexplained, unshaken, and unforgettable. Kourtney Bethaway appeared in Hillgovia six months ago—out of nowhere. With eyes that saw more than they ever revealed, and an elegance that didn’t try to impress, she carried an air that drew attention without asking for it. Working under the famed designer Jean Perrie, she lived like a shadow stitched into silk—quiet, composed, impossible to place. Everything begins to shift the night she crosses paths with six crown princes from the allied kingdoms. Tension hums. Glances sharpen. Something about her draws attention—quietly, stubbornly. Not loud, not deliberate, but there. Present in every pause, in every breath held just a little too long. They don’t know who she is. She doesn’t explain. She doesn’t ask for their attention. But something about her demands it all the same. Because sometimes, the most unforgettable storms don’t arrive loudly. They enter the room and say nothing—wrapped in silence, cloaked in grace. And just as the world begins to notice her— She disappears. No trace. No warning. No answers. Only the memory of a girl who felt like a question no one knew how to ask… And the unsettling sense that her story isn’t done. Not yet.

In a world ruled by the enigmatic Tower, where climbers gain power through classes, skills, and contracts with cosmic sponsors, a boy without any of them dares to climb. Ryu Jin-Seok, raised in secret and trained by a vanished legend, enters the Tower not for glory—but to uncover the truth behind his grandfather’s disappearance. But within him awakens a strange, hidden system unlike anything the Tower has ever seen. As ancient powers stir and factions move behind the scenes, Jin-Seok must face deadly trials, broken champions, and the weight of a legacy he never chose—one that may change the Tower forever. Chapter Updates: 7+ chapters a week (daily uploads + bonus for milestones!)

In a world where vampires and other species are hunted by werewolves, Carmilla, a vengeful vampire, seeks justice for her father's brutal murder at the hands of the Crimson Pack, the dominant werewolf clan. Entangled with the royal family, Carmilla captivates the two princes, but her heart belongs to Lucian, the Crimson Pack's lethal Zeta and her father's killer. As Carmilla navigates treacherous werewolf politics and vendettas, her love for Lucian clashes with her desire for revenge. "Your kingdom, your father, your whole life," Carmilla hissed. "I'll set it all on fire, and you can't stop me." "No, I'd let it all burn for you," Lucian whispered, his life hanging in the balance. Torn between loyalty, love, and vengeance, Carmilla must confront her inner darkness. Will she claim her rightful revenge or risk everything for the forbidden love that threatens to consume her?

In the grand, unforgiving world of Viraatkshetra—a realm governed by the iron whims of Devas (gods) and Asuras (demons)—all life follows a preordained path. Mortals are but pawns in a cosmic game, their destinies woven into a celestial tapestry by forces beyond their comprehension. The grandest of these predestined events is the War of the Crimson Twilight, an apocalyptic conflict that will reshape the heavens and the earth, for which entire generations are born to serve as fodder. Amrit, a soul from modern-day Earth, is reincarnated into this world not as a prophesied hero, but as the third prince of a minor kingdom, a boy cursed with a frail body and shattered meridians, destined to be one of the first casualties of the coming war. His life is a quiet tragedy, a footnote in a blood-soaked epic. As he lies on his deathbed, consumed by a fever that his new world's divine medicine cannot cure, his despair and the unique nature of his transmigrated soul trigger an awakening—a system beyond the understanding of gods themselves. He gains the [Infinite Crit System], a god-defying power that can apply a random, multiplicative "critical hit" to any action he performs. A single breathing exercise can yield a century's worth of cultivation. A glance at a sword technique can grant him the insight of a grandmaster. A moment of thought can untangle the profound mysteries of the Dao. Armed with this unprecedented ability, Amrit's path diverges violently from the one fate has written for him. He begins a journey not just of survival, but of rebellion. He will cultivate forbidden techniques, forge impossible weapons, and gather allies from the forgotten corners of the world—those who, like him, have been deemed disposable by destiny. His journey will lead him from the dusty training yards of his forgotten kingdom to the celestial battlefields of gods, from uncovering the dark secrets behind his reincarnation to challenging the very beings who weave the threads of fate. Shattering the Celestial Loom is an epic of defiance. It explores themes of determinism versus free will, the nature of power, and the courage required to tear down a gilded cage, even if that cage is the entire universe. Amrit must not only grow stronger than the heroes and villains of his age; he must become a force capable of breaking the fundamental laws of reality, facing cosmic entities who view his existence as a glitch in their perfect creation. His ultimate goal is not just to survive, but to seize the celestial loom and grant true freedom to a world shackled by destiny. discord channel - https://discord.gg/8PVnHKcj

The moon rose red the night he found me. And everything I thought I knew began to unravel. Aryn was just a healer’s granddaughter, trying to survive in a cursed kingdom. But when a silent stranger steps from the forest with silver eyes and a name that chills her bones, fate begins to stir. Kael is not just any man. He’s the exiled Alpha Prince — dangerous, broken, and bound by a prophecy even the Moon Goddess dares not whisper. He says she’s his mate. He says the kingdom will burn if she doesn’t follow him. But Aryn has her own secrets. And some destinies… should never be claimed. “He wasn’t supposed to exist. I wasn’t supposed to be his. But the moon chose us both… and now, it’s too late...... ..

!!R18 | Mature | Dark Erotica | Dubious Consent | Submissive MC | Possessive Twins | Court Politics | Pain & Pleasure !! Liam thought he was being blessed. Instead, he was being claimed. On his 18th birthday, he woke up in a golden collar—lying on silk sheets in a see-through dress that clung to his soft skin. His body trembled. His lips parted. His fate pulsed against his throat like a curse he couldn’t remove. He was told it meant love. That he was mated. But fate didn’t give him a soulmate. It gave him two. Not lovers. Demons. Twin brothers. Kings of a realm soaked in power and cruelty. The door creaked open. Maximilian stepped in first—shirtless, silent, his body marked in dark tattoos that crawled like sin across his chest. No smile. No warmth. Just sharp eyes and restrained rage. Then Elijah followed—smirking, robe hanging loose, gaze unapologetically tracing every inch of Liam’s exposed thighs. He didn’t wait. “Lets complete the ritual little angel.” Liam froze. He didn’t speak. He didn’t even know what that means. He was pulled to the edge of the bed like something bought, not bonded—his dress riding up, baring untouched skin to cold air and hotter gazes. And that night… didn’t end in kisses. It ended in voices, tears, and marks. He was supposed to be theirs. But to them? He was an angel no matter how hard they wanted they couldn't trust and angel , not with court plotting everything that's against him. In the palace, he wasn’t a their. He was a question. A threat. A spy. Even his mates didn’t trust him. And yet... somehow, in stolen glances and quiet silences, they made him feel just a little bit special. Just enough to hurt. They wanted his submission. His obedience. His body. For revenge. For power. For pleasure. Liam thought love was part of fate. But fate only delivered him into the arms of his enemies—two demons who never asked what he wanted. Now, trapped between politics and desire, pleasure and pain, he’s left to wonder: "Will they ever love him? Or will they just take him... until there’s nothing left to break?" He was raised to be soft. Now he moans under monsters who only believe in control.

CONTENT WARNING: /This novel contains mature themes, explicit sexual content, strong language, and adult situations. Reader discretion is advised./ --- She ran from the devil who raised her… And married the one who wore a crown. After her parents’ tragic death, Lydia Andreyevna’s life became a nightmare. Stripped of her name, inheritance, and freedom by her uncle—Lord Alexander—she was treated like property and promised to a Count four times her age. Desperate to escape, she fled into the cold night… and straight into blood. A stranger. Wounded. Beautiful. Terrifying. She should’ve left him. But she didn’t. She touched him once—and fate branded her forever. Her uncle caught her the next morning. Her escape failed. But when she begged Queen Olga for protection, the Queen offered her a deadly bargain: Marry the masked Grand Duke of Zolotaria. The king’s hunting dog. The butcher of the East. The devil in a crown. The man feared by kings. The heir to the throne. The same man she once saved. Ivan Romanov. They say he bathes in blood. That he kills without blinking. That he conquered kingdoms with a smile behind a mask. That no one sees his face—and lives. Some call him the devil. Others call him Death’s favorite son. But behind the mask is the same man she found dying in the dark. The same voice that haunted her dreams. The same hands she once held. Now, he’s her husband. Her jailer. Her obsession. She doesn’t know if she’s his prisoner, or his weakness. Cold and untouchable, Ivan doesn’t share his bed. Doesn’t share his secrets. But she sees it—the hunger in his eyes. The pain in his silence. The way he looks at her like she’s the only thing keeping his demons at bay. She should fear him. She should hate him. But the moment she dares to take off his mask… it’s already too late. Because Ivan wants her—her fire, her body, her heart. And in his world, what he wants, he keeps. Even if it means burning down the kingdom. She thought she was running from hell. She ended up in his bed. And the most dangerous thing of all? She doesn’t want to leave. ___________________________________ Just a Heads-Up: The spicy stuff doesn't happen right away. It begins from chapter 28. This story takes its time setting the mood and building the connection first—trust the slow burn!

There's a knight who serves the crown prince with unmatched devotion, moving silently in his shadows. Bound by fierce loyalty and driven by a secret obsession, this guardian protects the prince from dangers both seen and unseen. But in a court rife with whispers and betrayal, the greatest threat may not be the enemies at the gates_ but the secrets buried beneath lies. When the line between loyalty and sacrifice blurs, who will survive when the loyal hound's true nature finally comes to light? Content Note: This series contains themes of psychological manipulation, class-based cruelty, emotional trauma, and depictions of violence. Reader discretion is advised.

Crown Prince Ian Stromridge has just returned from battle, hailed as a hero, greeted with people's adoration and blessings but he brings home a beautiful woman, though he's already married leaving everybody completed nonplussed. His wife, Princess Angelica Stromridge wed him for convenience before he left for war. Their marriage lacked affection and was rife with misunderstandings from the start. From name-calling to accidental letters leading to further misconception. During his absence, Angelica played the dutiful wife, sacrificing to maintain the household, being the lovely princess and wonderful daughter in law, only to face his return with another woman whom the entire kingdom agreed was more beautiful than she was! Will she divorce or fight for his love, a love that clearly never existed in the first place? Will she clear the misunderstandings and surmount the obstacles or will it be a post-marriage love story or an ex-wife tale full of regret? Excerpt |||| "My princess..." called a maid, knocking on the door her hand trembling. "Come in." replied Angelica as the door opened hearing footsteps approaching. "What are you doing here? I gave stern orders for no one to disturb me for the entirety of the day." her austere voice rang out. "I... I know my princess... please forgive me... I... I did not mean to disturb you but... this is something very important." "Let's have it then." replied Angelica closing the book she had been reading as she laid eyes on the maid. The maid gulped, the fear evident in her eyes, she did not know how Angelica would react to the severely bad news she had brought with her, however, one thing was sure, Angelica would not react lightly at all. "My... m...y prince...ss the..." said the maid, causing Angelica to sigh in annoyance, rolling her eyes, she had better things to do than sit here listening to the maid's mumbling. "Yes, say it." said Angelica giving the maid a hand. "My princess, the crowned prince has returned." said the maid. "Oh... well that's nice... I guess I will see him later, or better yet tomorrow. There is no rush, I am sure he is swarmed by crowds at the moment." replied Angelica lazily, she really had no intention of moving from this spot. "But my princess... ther— " "Oh, you're right, it would be unacceptable if I did not come out to greet him, rumours would certainly ensue and the kingdom would be in serious hysteria as they always are." replied Angelica annoyed. "Yes, you are right, I should go and welcome him back home." said Angelica as she stood up and yawned. "My princess... that is not all, there is something else..." said the maid. "And what is that?" asked Angelica as the maid's eyes darted around the room, she did not know what to do, or how best to put this. "My princess... the... the crowned prince has truly returned but..." said the maid with a prolonged pause. "But what?" asked Angelica, her senses tingling, she had a inking that there was something wrong from the maid's strange behaviour. "But his highness..." paused the maid. "Out with it now!" said Angelica sternly. "His highness has returned with a strange woman and the rumours claim that she is his new wife!" spat out the maid as Angelica suddenly felt lightheaded and she fell back down on the chair. "My princess!" cried the maid as she rushed to her. "This is some sort of farce." said Angelica as the maid proceeded quickly to fan her with a cloth. "No my princess... it is true." replied the maid. "This is impossible. Ian must be mad, I am going to see this display of stupidity for myself!" said Angelica hotly, quickly rising up and storming out of the room as the poor maid followed behind her. ||||