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Trying to drown her sorrow with alcohol after her boyfriend hooked up with her sister, Ning Qing ran into the rich and powerful Lu Shaoming in a bar. "I need a wife," Lu said, and the two got their marriage license. Soon, she who became a pop star won many pretty boys’ hearts. Singlehandedly, he got rid of all her potential flings and acted innocent. Ning Qing bristled, “Lu Shaoming, what happened to staying out of each other's private life which we talked about?” Turning the light out, he came over her and whispered, "Now our priority is to make a baby."

An Lan had been swallowing her grievances for three years as a daughter-in-law in the Huo Family, hoping to protect her mother. She never expected that her mother would still meet her untimely death. Losing everything, An Lan was driven to the brink of despair and started to act recklessly. "Mom, have you told Zhan Ting about the debts you accumulated from gambling?" "Young miss, did you secretly use a credit card to buy this skirt?" "And you! Huo Zhanting, do you actually think I could ever fancy you?" Transformed into "Provoking An", An Lan originally planned to use Huo Zhanting to carry out her revenge but realized something was off, "Huo Zhanting, you can't possibly be falling for me, can you?" "Hmm, do you have a problem with that?" Huo Zhanting simply retorted, "Even if you do, you're not allowed to complain. An Lan, you can only be mine!"

She gets drunk in the bar and accidentally offends her husband whom she has rarely met throughout their two-year-marriage! Rumor has it that Young Master Rong Yan is a germaphobe and will never let any woman get near him. Why is she an exception? Rumor has it that Young Master Rong Yan is ill-tempered and whoever offends him, would be sent to meet Hades. But why is she still in one piece after provoking him? She would definitely make those who bully her and treat her unfairly, pay the consequences for their actions! "Little Custard's Home Rules" "Rule No. 1: You may hug a pretty woman but you can't get intimate with them!"; "Rule No. 2: If you're displeased with me, you may raise your objections or make suggestions, but you’re not allowed to resort to violence!"

>>>Mature Content !!! Read at your Own Risk;.... too much killing. Too much love can kill a person. For Andromeda, love could indeed destroy her—if not physically, then mentally. It shattered her heart and soul when Zachary left her on that cold, fateful day. But can love kill you twice? When they meet again under the circumstances of a twisted arranged marriage, she knows she should never fall for him again. Yet, here she is… slowly succumbing to his charm once more. *** For Zachary, love has the power to breathe life into everyone. Yet, his own soul has been dead since the day he walked away, leaving her cold and broken. He was the one who clipped her wings. Zachary loves her so deeply that he’s willing to let her go—to ensure she never gets hurt again and to give her the freedom to find someone who can protect her better than he ever could. He sacrificed their love so she could find someone who would fulfill the duty of guarding her heart more faithfully. His love for her is so overwhelming that it gives him life, yet it also becomes the source of his daily torment. Now, destiny has intertwined their paths once more. This time, he vows to do everything in his power to protect her—even if it costs him his life. Join the server: https://discord.gg/gpgZdMN

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One night of spring breeze, stirring the white window screen fluttering in the air.\n\nOnly a nightstand lamp is on in the room.\n\nThe light is a soft, dim yellow.\n\n......

"You are not human, like us, are you?" The words left my mouth in whispers as my eyes glanced around eyeing the destruction caused by the two men. Two men who had effectively taken out Twenty guards. All heavily armed and trained. But now, not even one old get up. "What gave that away?" My companion, who I had feelings for, mocked. "Perhaps the strength we displayed caused her to see reality," in the blink of an eye, he was in front of me making me stumble back in fear. "Is that not true, Princess?" I looked to the man who was silent and ever watchful. "Why? Why were you not true?" I loved him, only him I let myself feel for. He glanced around and spotted Diwal, my trusted advisor. "No one is true in nature here," he pointed to my advisor, "Not even him." Unwanted tears came to my eyes as I glanced around me. I could die tonight and it would all be in their hands. "Don't worry, your highness, it's just the time for it to come to light." My advisor smiled and so did the other two men. •••• A gentle yet cold bastard prince. The bulky, muscular King to be. And a Princess. ~ slow burn ~

"You think you can handle my world, Bella?" Leo growled, his eyes blazing with a dangerous intensity as he cornered her. "Once you're in, there’s no way out. I’ll destroy everything you are." Isabella’s breath caught, but she didn’t back down. Her voice was soft but unwavering as she whispered, “Maybe I’m not as fragile as you think. Maybe I want to be destroyed by you.” Leo’s hand gripped her chin, tilting her face up to meet his. “You have no idea what you’re asking for,” he warned, his tone dark and possessive. “I’ll take everything—your innocence, your light. You’ll be mine, completely.” She leaned in closer, her lips barely an inch from his. “Then take it, Leo. Take all of me.” ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* Isabella was beautiful and innocent, with a kind heart and a true desire to help others. Her innocence wasn't because she was naive, but because she chose to see the good in the world, even when she knew about its darker sides. She was quiet, preferring to stay behind the scenes, but when it came to hacking, she was fearless. Her mind worked like a supercomputer, able to break into any system with ease. Leonardo Moretti was the dangerous mafia boss everyone was warned to stay away from. He was cold, ruthless, and didn't seem to care about anything. But everything changed when he found himself unexpectedly married to Isabella, a woman who seemed innocent and weak. What would happen when Leonardo discovered that his new wife was not just any woman, but a super hacker? ⚠️ WARNING ⚠️ - Mature Themes - He Fell First and Harder - 18+ Content - Mafia World - Weak to Strong - Slow burn

One marriage, Two bosses, and 3000× chaos. An arranged marriage arranged by the Longs and Xin's in hopes to end years of animosity between Beijing's two prestigious families. Long Jie's future head of the infamous Long family is arranged to marry Xin's one and only heiress Xin Zhenyi. The greatest love story in making, amidst the chaos. Long Jie: The last thing he wants is a Wife.....yes a bloody wife but to control the Long family he has to get a meek wife and Xin Zhenyi choose by his Elders fit the picture. A perfect Meek simple-minded woman who he can control and bend according to his will. But he was a Long and their lives are never simple and for the first time, he calculated someone incorrectly. She was not what he believed all along. But there is something to her, something very familiar about her. __ Xin Zhenyi: she has achieved more than any man could even dream of, destroying anyone who walks in her way. she knows exactly what type of man Long Jie is, and she would rather die than give up the power she built up whole her life. But one can try? - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - She was aware of his effect on her. He was something she never knew, she needed. Everything about him was perfect. On the surface. But if he thought that he could fool her into thinking he was a good man for me, he was wrong. The moment she saw him, she knew the truth. Those grey eyes hid his lethal heart. Those lips were vessels of deception. That body? Made for causing pain. ___ Welcome to Beijing, you have yet not met the Xin's, and Long, they are not what you think. Behind the facade of elegance, Elite class and Prestigious Nobility reside merciless, cold-blooded vicious, and ruthless monsters. A world where nothing is immoral or wrong. Revenge and vengeance are in their blood. Creating havoc is a regular affair. ----- Sneakpeak: She moaned into his mouth, her hands fisting in his shirt, and then she pushed him away as hard as she could. She couldn’t move him with physical strength alone, but when she said the word, “No!” He took a step back. Her hand trembled as she set it over her mouth. She shook her head. “I hate you. I hate you so fucking much and I will hate you whole my life for the hell of everything that matters." She stared at him intently, searching for something, and pulled the collar of the shirt before saying" This doesn't change anything. You, me, or us" and pressed her mouth to his. Her touch was fire against his heated skin. His blood began to boil, but a shiver felt bone-deep made him tremble all over. - Warning: The novel contains sexual and torturous graphic scenes. Read it at your own risk. The picture doesn't belong to me. It belong to the original creator. ##Discord: Tanusam#7676

Three days. That’s how close I was to marrying Alistair, the man I’d loved for six years, the man whose life I’d literally saved with my own rare blood. I was just admiring the final pearl on my wedding dress, a gown I’d poured my soul into, when he called. The wedding? Off. He was marrying my stepsister, Ivy. Her dying wish, he said. Six months to live, maybe less. The kicker? He’d already taken my wedding dress from my studio for her. Just like that, six years, countless transfusions, our shared dreams – all tossed aside for the girl who’d made my life a living hell since childhood. He even offered me “compensation,” as if my future had a price tag. But if Alistair and Ivy thought I’d just crumble, they seriously underestimated me. They wanted my fiancé? Fine. But it would cost them. First, our multi-million-dollar fashion company, Evening Gala – built on my designs, my vision. He signed it over. Then, a cool million for the stolen dress. He paid. Another million for the wedding jewelry they dared to ask me to hand over for Ivy. Cha-ching. You’d think they’d learn. But no. Their next proposal was the most insulting yet: Alistair actually suggested that I should just wait. That after Ivy’s ‘inevitable’ passing in a few months, he and I could just pick up where we left off, have an even better wedding. Seriously? Enough was enough. If Ivy wanted to play bride with my life, she was going to get a taste of what happens when you push someone too far. Let's just say her hospital room celebration involved a lot more smoke, water, and screaming than she bargained for, all thanks to a little wedding gift from yours truly. Now they know I’m not the same Hazel they could walk all over. I’ve got my company, a pile of their cash, and a whole lot of scores to settle. They think this is over? This game of revenge is just getting started. And believe me, I play to win.