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ATTENZIONE! -DARK ROMANCE- "Perché hai delle cicatrici?" All'improvviso, Iris cambiò argomento, mentre guardava Cane negli occhi. Era ancora aggrappata alle sue maniche. "Tuo padre me le ha date," rispose Cane. Pensava che Iris non avrebbe ricordato questa conversazione quando si sarebbe svegliata. "Devono essere state molto dolorose." "Lo sono." "Le cicatrici guariranno?" "Non credo." La notte in effetti ti rendeva vulnerabile e ti faceva dire cose che non avresti mai ammesso quando era giorno. L'oscurità ammorbidiva il cuore. "Peccato. Hai un'anima calda." Iris aggrottò leggermente la fronte. "Non ho più un'anima." Aveva venduto la sua anima per la libertà del suo popolo. Non gli era rimasto nulla ormai. "Sì che ce l'hai, ma sei in così tanto dolore." Iris sbatté le palpebre. "La tua bestia soffre. Hai così tante cicatrici." "Le uniche cicatrici che ho sono sul mio viso." Iris scosse debolmente la testa. "Non sto parlando del tuo viso. Sto parlando della tua anima. Peccato, sei in così tanto dolore... ciò che mio padre e mio fratello ti hanno fatto deve essere stato doloroso..." E dopo questo, Iris chiuse gli occhi e si addormentò. ====================== Lei è la figlia di un alfa che ha ucciso la sua famiglia, raso al suolo il suo branco e ha anche reso schiava la sua gente. Ora, lui ha ottenuto vendetta dopo dieci anni di essere stato trattato come uno schiavo e vivendo una vita che nessuno potrebbe mai immaginare. Una vita simile all'inferno. E dieci anni dopo, l'Alfa Cane riesce a prendere il controllo e uccidere l'alfa che ha reso la vita del suo popolo peggiore della morte. Era il momento per lui di far pagare ai figli dell'alfa ciò che il loro padre aveva fatto. Solo che... Iris era una runt ed era molto diversa da suo padre.

(1v1, puro e dolce) Residenza del Principe di Xiliang. Con un'energia da tigre e a soli 5 anni, il Piccolo Principe Xiao Moxi vide sua madre correre di nuovo verso i campi, e il suo viso rotondo come un panino al vapore si aggrottò per la frustrazione. Guardando afflitto suo padre accanto a lui, si lamentò con un'aria di saggezza mondana: "Padre, come hai potuto innamorarti di mia madre, che ama scappare via tutto il tempo?" Xiao Yeyang lanciò un'occhiata di traverso al suo figlio precocemente maturo, poi finse di ponderare la questione. In effetti, perché si era innamorato di quella donna? Dopo un lungo silenzio... "Chi lo sa? Forse mi sono preso la testa in una porta!" Scambiandosi uno sguardo di reciproca commiserazione, padre e figlio emisero all'unisono un sospiro impotente. Cosa fai quando sei bloccato con una donna che non è mai a casa? C'è solo una cosa da fare con la tua Consorte Principessa (madre): viziarla, naturalmente! … Trasportata nei tempi antichi con uno spazio pieno di fiori di riso, tutto ciò che voleva era vivere tranquillamente la sua vita nei campi. Inaspettatamente, con un padre che era un magistrato di contea, fu costretta a lasciare la campagna per la città! La vita in città era piena di attività frenetiche, e per avere voce in capitolo a casa, comprò proprietà, coltivò fiori ed erbe medicinali, e sviluppò varietà di grano ad alto rendimento e di alta qualità. Sorprendentemente, aiutò suo padre, che era stato un magistrato di contea per nove anni, a salire passo dopo passo, portando l'umile Famiglia Yan tra l'élite di Pechino! Questa è la storia di una nobile figlia di una famiglia umile che aiuta il suo clan a prosperare, e una dolce storia d'amore di successo reciproco e crescita insieme! Protagonista maschile: Davanti agli altri, è l'orgoglioso Piccolo Principe, il dominante Principe di Xiliang. Davanti alla protagonista femminile, è un uomo dolce e dal cuore tenero. Protagonista femminile: Lucida in tutte le questioni, calorosa e indipendente!

She's a rare beauty. Not just a rare beauty but a beauty with brains. Gianna thrives in the art of healing. Gianna lives with her father Hilton Kent and his wife Alvilda . Her mother was a heartless princess who married another man abandoning her lover and daughter without second thought - or so she has always been told. Hilton and Alvilda don't like Gianna asking questions about her mother; albeit for different reasons. In fact, Alvilda doesn't seem to like anything about Gianna; she's far more hardworking and smarter than her own son. Having been recruited as a castle healer; Hilton's greatest fear is that Gianna will discover the truth about her mother as she works in the castle as a healer. Gianna is a free spirit; until she's set to marry an earl; how would she cope with being imprisoned in a gated manor all in the name of marriage with no one heeding her distress call for freedom? ****** The man had surely changed. Hilton Kent had changed and not for the better but for the Worse! Hera had known him and served him for years but now he had broken her trust into smithereens. As the old saying goes; if you want to keep a secret you MUST also hide it from yourself Lies and secrets; they are like a fatal disease. They eat away what is good and leave only destruction. Having been betrayed by her father, Gianna is reluctant to love anyone again. She turns cold. But her iciness lasts only until she meets the annoying but handsome Prince Ian who melts the ice covering her forlorn heart His touch sets her body aflame, but she's married. Things get difficult as Gianna must make a choice between giving in to her desires or respecting her marriage to protect her family in extension . Or would she risk falling in love at the expense of her family's safety?

"You're back!" Elara sprang from the wooden bench near the door as her brother stepped inside, bruised and bleeding. "Caelum, what happened this time?" she gasped, rushing to his side. Caelum Solis, a lean young man with tousled brown hair and piercing blue eyes, winced as he slumped into a chair. "Nothing new. Just a couple of thugs who wanted my coin more than I did," he muttered. They lived alone—just the two of them. He was all she had left, and she was the reason he kept going. Though he’d trained enough to pass the Guild’s physicals, his damaged mana core had left him stranded at F-rank, doing odd jobs no real adventurer wanted. Finding lost pets. Cleaning stables. Picking herbs. Barely scraping by. Elara, though gifted, suffered from a mana sickness that slowly stole her sight. Her treatment was expensive, and Caelum pushed himself to the brink just to afford the basics. Still, it was never enough. That night, as he tucked her into bed, he whispered, “Tomorrow, I’ll change everything.” --- At the edge of a newly discovered dungeon, Caelum stood behind a party of stronger adventurers. They snickered. “Dead weight’s here,” one said under his breath. He ignored them. He always did. Darius Flint, the B-ranked leader, raised a hand. “Standard sweep. It’s marked D-rank, but stay alert.” They entered the cave-like dungeon, and at first, everything was simple. Feral goblins. Weak beasts. The team barely broke a sweat. Caelum trailed behind, hauling gear. Only one person treated him kindly—Arianne Vale, a C-ranked healer with silver hair and a sharp tongue for bullies. Hours passed. Then the dungeon began to tremble. “Is it collapsing?” someone asked. “No... it’s shifting,” Darius muttered. “Stay close.” Then came the roar—deep, guttural, wrong. Darius's face paled. “Retreat! Everyone fall back!” But the floor gave way. They dropped into a massive chamber ringed with statues holding weapons. In the center, blazing with living fire, was the Pyroclasm—a beast of flame and fury. People panicked. Two adventurers made a break for the exit and were instantly decapitated by the animated statues. “Form a circle!” Darius barked, but chaos had already taken hold. A statue lunged. Caelum grabbed Arianne and dove aside. “Behind us!” he shouted. Adventurers were being cut down left and right. Desperate, Caelum yelled, “Run toward the Pyroclasm!” “Are you insane?” someone cried. “We’ll die either way!” Dragging Arianne, he sprinted forward. The Pyroclasm shrieked and surged toward him—then vanished into him. Caelum screamed as fire tore through his veins. His body writhed, burning... then exploded in a shockwave. The statues faltered. “Flame adaptation: mastered.” He rose. Flames clung to him like armor. Statues charged. He raised his hand—and fire answered. Explosions. Destruction. “Golems destroyed. Leveling up.” As silence fell, he collapsed, still smoldering. “Heal him!” Darius shouted. Arianne was already by his side.

Ian Clifford was the forgotten child of a powerful family—a boy raised in silence, overshadowed by success and stifled by expectation. When a terminal diagnosis shatters the life already slipping through his fingers, Ian makes one final choice: to leave. Not to escape death, but to finally find life—real life—in a place where he might truly be seen. In the quiet village of Willowmere, Ian stumbles into a world of gardens, laughter, and unexpected belonging. A family that welcomes him without question. Children who offer unguarded affection. And moments of simplicity that begin to stitch him back together. But time is not kind. As his condition worsens, Ian doesn’t fight to stay—he prepares to let go. What follows is a deeply emotional journey of forgiveness, reconnection, and grace, as the Clifford family—fractured by guilt—comes to understand the boy they never truly knew. The Quiet Sky is a tender, emotionally charged story about what it means to live when time is limited, to be loved when you least expect it, and to say farewell with both heartbreak and hope. Through letters, memories, and the legacy of a single quiet soul, Ian’s story lingers—soft as breath, and strong as the wind.

About a bully kid that was pushed to his limit. But then he had snapped and went on a killing spree which lead to doomsday for the city..

The story of perfect love that was not destined to live.

Sebastian Wymans is in love with Natalia, his best friend. He fell head over heels since the day he first laid his eyes on her. He'll do whatever she ask him to do. Yes, he would do whatever for her...including setting her up with the boys she has crushes on. Pity, he knows. The two are about to enter college and they're excited about it. Everything is going alright. Well, until he realises that his roomate is the bad boy of his high school life. What could go wrong with roomating the bad boy? Nothing. Well, again until Nat tells Seb that she just fall for the bad boy. What could go wrong with roomating the bad boy? Everything.

Ian, the untouchable top student of Class 1-A, has never met anyone who could challenge his reign—until Gabriel Cruz, a transfer student with perfect grades and a maddeningly calm smile, arrives. From the moment they lock eyes, sparks fly. Used to being the best, Ian can’t stand how easily Gabriel matches his every move, both academically and on the basketball court. Their rivalry grows fierce, but so does the tension between them. Gabriel’s teasing words and carefree attitude infuriate Ian, yet he can’t seem to get the other boy out of his mind. As their competition heats up, so does the unexpected attraction simmering just beneath the surface. When a confession from a classmate sets Ian on edge, he’s forced to confront the jealousy burning inside him—and the confusing feelings he’s been ignoring.

Ian is very fond of Heather and he can't quite understand why? But when he finds out why he can't seem to pull away from her