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With This Ring, I Loathe You—Yes, I do.

Ava Summers is the perfect daughter: CEO material, straight-A student, and the only Summers twin with a functioning frontal lobe. She’s survived nineteen years of sharing air and eyebrow genes with Eva — a walking fire hazard who once tried to toast marshmallows on scented candles and nearly set the estate ablaze. So when their parents arranged a marriage to Zeke Ford — the kingdom’s favorite golden boy and serial flirt — Ava reluctantly took one for the family. That is, until Eva pulled a fast one: she spiked Ava’s margarita, slid a shady contract under her nose, and next thing you know… Ava’s waking up married to the wrong twin. Enter Zach Ford — the kingdom’s coldest man alive, walking gloom cloud, and accidental husband. He hasn’t cracked a smile since his mysterious fiancée, Orihime, died under suspicious circumstances. The Ford family thought Eva’s chaotic sunshine might fix him. Too bad they accidentally married him to Ava: a neurotic perfectionist who schedules emotional breakdowns like business meetings. Now Ava has to: Pretend she's totally in love with her emotionally constipated husband. Survive polite society, royal gossip, and unwanted foot rub offers from Shen Wang — her rich, clingy, disturbingly hot suitor who thinks “No” is short for “Not yet.” Figure out if Orihime is actually dead… or just hiding better than Zach hides his feelings. It was supposed to be a PR move. Instead, it’s a rom-com with fake love, real secrets, one stolen car, and at least two murder mysteries. With This Ring, I Loathe You—Yes, I Do: A chaotic enemies-to-lovers rollercoaster with tax fraud, unresolved trauma, and a love story that may or may not be court-admissible—because honestly, I am still in shambles on how to finish this novel without breaking me own phone screen or my heart. Let's see HAHAHA
ExoShaneey · 80.9k Views

Sparks and Shadows

"Touch her again," Harry hissed, "and I’ll bury your pieces where no one will ever find them." "Eli," she whispered from behind him. He didn’t take his eyes off the man. "Not now, Red. I’m making a promise." The man scurried off, limping. Harry released a breath and turned to her, knife tucked behind him. He made no attempt to approach her. "You think I’m scared of you?" She asked, reading his tensed stance.. "No," he said softly, "I think you’re scared of needing me." Her fingers gripped his tie. "Then let’s make it fair." She pulled him closer. "You're scared of me too." ------------ He’s the underboss who swore off love. She’s the heiress who learned to hide behind a smile. Neither of them expected their scars to recognize each other. But recognition is dangerous when you’ve spent your whole life hiding. Their connection was supposed to be accidental. Temporary. But fate has other plans. It doesn’t ask —It traps. And now they’re caught in a story that aches, burns, and refuses to let go. When an emotionally scarred heiress collides with a lethal underboss who’s already broken every rule for her… Someone’s going to bleed for it. A slow-burn mafia romance where danger walks in silence… If you love broken characters who don't know they're saving each other and the kind of longing that doesn't ask for permission — Sparks and Shadows is your next obsession If you like what I've written, please comment, like, collect and review, and I'll be sure to reply. If you want to interact — which I would really love — this is my handles: https://www.instagram.com/meso_faith9 https://www.tiktok.com/@meso_faith I'm not really a social media butterfly and had only recently joined the above platforms but I would really love to hear from y'all. Have a day as lovely as you are!
meso_Faith · 8.6k Views

The Guilded Curse

Chapter 0 – Ashes of a Daughter Place: The Ruined Palace Date: Late winter, Year 768 The palace burned. What once stood tall in white stone and gold banners now crumbled in smoke and ruin. Screams had long faded. Blood dried too fast in the winter wind. The flag of Eltharion lay trampled in the mud, and beneath it all, Vireya stood alone. Her armor was cracked. Her blade, gone. She had killed and bled and shielded—and still, they lost. And yet she stood. On shattered marble steps, her father—the king—watched the last member of his kingdom flicker in the girl before him. He had not fled. He had not begged. But he had not answered her warnings, either. “Do you see it now?” Vireya whispered. Her voice was hoarse from ash and war. “He used us. Everything I said… everything you ignored—” Silence. He didn’t argue. He never had to. He was the king. She was the weapon. She took one step closer. Blood leaked from the cut at her ribs. The world spun. “I’ve fought every battle for you. Spilled every drop they asked.” Her voice softened. “And I came back each time hoping—just hoping—you’d see me.” Still nothing. The wind picked up, bitter and sharp. Her fingers trembled as they reached for her chest plate. She couldn’t breathe. She wasn’t sure she wanted to anymore. “If I were born again,” she said, eyes dull, “would you ever… love me?” He met her gaze, just once. But no answer came. No apology. No denial. Only the quiet shame of a man who realized too late what he had broken. Vireya’s lips trembled with a hollow smile. “That’s what I thought.” Her sword slipped from her hand. “I hope I’m never your daughter again.” And then—her knees gave out. The world tilted. Darkness swelled around the corners of her vision. But just before the fall, she felt arms catch her. Solid, trembling. Too late. She closed her eyes. Place: The Garden of Eltharion Date: Early spring, Year 756 The air was too still. Leaves rustled overhead, casting dappled shadows across her face. The scent of pine and soft earth clung to her skin—but beneath it, the sharp sting of memory. Vireya’s eyes opened slowly. The sky above was too blue. The silence is too clean. No fire. No blood. Her throat ached—dry, parched, and burning like she’d swallowed smoke. She coughed weakly, and her hand flew to her side— But there was no wound. Only the phantom pain of where a blade had once pierced her. The memory of steel sang louder than the wind. She pushed herself upright, limbs trembling. Her body was smaller. Softer. Younger. “No...” The word caught in her throat. Her voice was barely a whisper. The last thing she remembered was dying—falling in her father’s arms after giving up the hope of being loved. And now… this? Footsteps. She flinched instinctively, body coiled for defense. But it was only a girl—barefoot, with soft steps and a plain brown dress. Her maid. Lune. Mute. Loyal. Eyes like dusk, always watching but never judging. Without a word, Lune knelt beside her and gently offered a glass of water. Vireya stared at it for a long moment. In her old life, Lune had been the only one who never asked anything of her. Never spoke behind her back. Never looked away from her. Her fingers shook as she took the cup. The water touched her lips. Cold. Real. “Thank you,” she rasped. Her voice cracked. “You're still here.” Lune only bowed her head, then reached out to brush a leaf from Vireya’s tangled hair. A quiet gesture. Familiar. And just like that, tears pricked behind Vireya’s eyes—but didn’t fall. She drank. Slowly. The water didn't ease the ache in her chest.
Arii_137 · 823 Views

He was the reason: The beginning

SHE WAS THE PRINCESS—BUT NEVER HIS DAMSEL IN DISTRESS. Leina Reinhardt was born into power, privilege, and prestige—the only daughter of a multi-billionaire and the beloved sister of Westdentia’s most elite men: Lester – A cold, calculating CEO with an empire at his feet. Levy – A six-time Olympic champion, untouchable and unstoppable. Liam & Louis – The twin masterminds behind the world’s most powerful gaming empire. To the world, she was the Reinhardt Princess—elegant, quiet, untouchable. But Leina Reinhardt was no fragile flower. She was raised by wolves, after all. Then came Alexander Harris Smith. Her brothers’ best friend. Her first love. Her greatest heartbreak. The boy who lit up her world—only to disappear and leave her in the dark. Now, years later, he’s back, standing in front of her like a ghost from the past. And worse? He has the audacity to question her. ------------------------------------------------------------------------‐------------------------------------------------------------------------ Excerpt: Leina's fingers curled into fists, nails biting into her palms. Every muscle in her body screamed at her to walk away. To leave him standing there like he left her all those years ago. But damn him—he had the nerve to show up now, with those same emerald eyes, as if he had any right to look at her that way. "What did you expect, Alexander?" she seethed, voice sharp as glass. "That I’d wait? That my world would freeze the moment you walked away?" His jaw clenched. She could see the storm raging behind his eyes, but she refused to care. "You left," she said, her voice breaking despite her best efforts. "You. Left. And now you think you can just come back and—" Her words died in her throat as he moved, his hands gripping her arms, pulling her close before she could stop him. "Let go," she hissed, her voice defiant—but her body betrayed her, memories clawing their way to the surface. Alexander’s grip tightened, his forehead pressing against hers, breath unsteady. "I know I don’t deserve it," he murmured, voice raw. "But hate me, curse me, hit me—just don’t tell me you forgot." Leina’s breath hitched. Her throat burned. She wanted to slap him. She wanted to scream that she didn’t care. She wanted to say that he meant nothing. But the lie wouldn't come. Because the truth was brutal. She remembered everything. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Billionaire mafia intrigue with power struggles and dark secrets Unforgettable first love turned into a dangerous obsession A fierce heroine who refuses to be a pawn A dangerously devoted hero who will burn the world for her Get ready for a story of power, betrayal, and a love that refuses to die.
Apple_beeaaan056 · 72.3k Views

The Unspoken Destiny

"Then I shall go. Wherever the hidden truth lies, I will seek it... I will find my answers, and everything that has been buried in the past—the forgotten past—I shall retrieve it." In the mystical realm of Yuan, Yena—born of both divine and mortal blood—seeks the truth behind her origins and the mystery of her mother’s death. But as she searches for answers, a new conspiracy brews in Tianlok, threatening to change everything. Determined to uncover the truth, Yena enters the Great Sect Tournament, an ancient battleground where strength, wit, and destiny collide. But this is no mere test of skill—the tournament holds the key to the very conspiracy she’s chasing. Joined by loyal companions, Yena must brave treacherous trials, unearth ancient secrets, and battle formidable foes—all in a desperate bid to reclaim the past and secure peace in Yuan. Yet, amidst the chaos, one figure stands by her side—a warrior whose gaze lingers too long, whose blade is always ready to defend her. But in a world built on deception, can she afford to trust the one who walks so close to her heart? As the shadows of an unspoken destiny creep closer, Yena is caught between the weight of forgotten legends and the path she must forge. The deeper she digs into the past, the question remains—is she uncovering the truth, or simply walking the same tragic path as her mother? Will she submit to the fate others have written for her, or defy those who seek to control her and carve her own destiny? Join me in this exhilarating saga of love, betrayal, and fate, where the past refuses to stay buried, and the future awaits its rewriting. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- From the Author: Hello, Readers! I'm Resa_New, and this is my first novel! I'm so excited to have you along on this journey, exploring the world of Yuan with me. Your support means the world, and I truly appreciate it. If you ever have any doubts or questions about the story, feel free to comment! The world-building can be a little tricky at times, so if you're ever confused, you can refer to The Yuanian History: Chronicles of the Past. But don't worry—I'm here for you, so leave inline comments if anything feels unclear. Since this is my first creation, there might be some small errors, and I’d really appreciate your understanding and suggestions to help improve the story. If you enjoy it, please support me—your love and encouragement give me the strength to keep going! I can promise you, you won't be disappointed if you choose to continue this adventure with me. There’s so much more to unfold, and together, we’ll uncover every secret. I’ll aim to upload 2-3 chapters per week, and maybe more depending on your support. Thank you, and I hope you enjoy the ride!
ResaNew · 24.8k Views