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Ella Chen, a gifted portrait artist, devoted seven years to Kylan Chase, the heir to a tech empire, believing she was guarding the heart of her late first love. When she discovered the heart's origin was a lie and resolved to escape, the obsessive Kylan swore to stop at nothing—even seizing the very heart that truly carried her beloved's heartbeat—to keep her trapped.

The God of War from the world of Efra, Roki, sets his eyes on Earth and begins the process of invasion. The dormant gods of our world stir for the first time in millennia to call forth mortals to push back against the inevitable. Roseandra Atherton was a librarian working for a college in Seattle; though that was only a recent development in her life. When she was younger, she fell in with a burgeoning blood cult deep within the pine forests of Eastern Washington. A year or so after this cult was broken up by the FBI, and since then, Roseandra has left that portion of her life behind, or so she thought. On December 22nd, and 12:00 AM she dreams of entering the vaunted halls of a Grecian temple. There, the Goddess Hecate initiates her as one of her Daughters, in order to fight against this threat. This is a story based around my Patreon patron, Yaeltra's, OC, Roseandra Atherton, and exists in the same world as my other fiction. If this world interests you, take a look! Patron stories will be updated every Monday and Thursday in a cyclical fashion, and please consider becoming a Patron! I'm trying to make this a full-time thing.

The life of a young kid who only wanted to pursue his heart desires of being a renown CEO, enjoy all the pleasures life has to offer. However, with the untimely death of his parents. His life seems to collapse and in that moment of desperation, he determines to not only be great but to be the greatest. Read how a young boy of humble back-grounds challenges his fate and soars up into heights deemed unreachable.

Young girl, Kamiko Horikishi, moves back to Japan and receives a letter that unlocks a series of events leading to betrayal, mystery, and stress.

Orion Blackwood once loved me. I remember it all too well. When a rival at a dinner party sneered that I had slept my way to the top of the art world, Orion immediately bought out her commercial contracts for the entire next year, making it clear to all of Seattle who reigned supreme. When I complained that a certain type of out-of-production black and white film was discontinued, he pulled strings to buy the entire remaining stock from a fallen European aristocrat. That was the man who had once treated me like a treasured jewel. Yet, on the opening night of the most important solo exhibition of my career, he projected the digital graffiti of another woman—Scarlett—onto the museum's exterior wall for all the guests to see. Scarlett was the up-and-coming artist Orion claimed to be "sponsoring." Under his protection, she was convinced that I was the only thing standing in her way. In her narrative, I was cast as the villain—the jealous wife using her fading fame and powerful husband to sabotage a rising “genius.” Orion assured me it was just "performance art," meant to create buzz for my exhibition. But when a famous collector asked him to sign my work's bill of sale as a guarantee, he instinctively pulled the nearby Scarlett into his arms—a purely protective gesture. In that moment, I understood. His sanctuary was no longer for me. The perfect statue he had so carefully sculpted had finally cracked. It was time for me to shatter it with my own hands.

En un mundo donde la opulencia y el prestigio son la norma, Ivana Lauren vive la vida que siempre soñó: una familia perfecta, un futuro brillante... hasta que un escándalo la despoja de todo. Expulsada de su hogar y traicionada por quienes amaba, se ve forzada a aceptar un matrimonio por contrato con Dante, un hombre enigmático que guarda más secretos de los que revela. A medida que Ivana se adentra en su nueva vida, descubre que el amor puede florecer en los lugares más inesperados. Entre la lucha por recuperar su identidad y la dependencia emocional que comienza a sentir hacia Dante, Ivana se enfrenta a dilemas que la llevarán a cuestionar todo lo que creía saber sobre el amor y la lealtad. Sin embargo, el pasado de Dante no es lo que parece, y la familia Lauren no está dispuesta a dejarla ir tan fácilmente. En un desenlace lleno de giros inesperados, Ivana deberá elegir entre regresar a su antigua vida.

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Before marrying Silas, Joyce had only met him three times. A marriage of convenience, a secret agreement, for a term of three years. She's fresh off a heartbreak — the man she chased for years told her they "weren't a good match." Silas has his own baggage: rumor says he's still hung up on a white moonlight who happens to look just like Joyce. So that's all she is. A substitute. ** In the second year of their marriage, on Joyce's birthday, she drank too much and, in front of everyone, tugged on his tie, pinning him underneath her: "You look... a lot like my husband." The Thorne family's second master, known for being rational and unfeeling, was flustered by her that night. He leaned in close to her ear and coaxed in a low voice, "Be good." The next day Joyce woke up to find her lips were swollen. This… Who did this! When she went to question him, she discovered Silas's lip was bitten. He stared at her and said slowly, "You crossed the line first." ** The scandal leaked. At a party, her ex-boyfriend stepped in: "She's mine. Who dares talk?" Then Silas walked in. The room went silent. "Yours? Since when?" "Joyce, tell me. Whose are you?" So much for the secret marriage. So much for being a substitute. This was supposed to be fake… wasn't it?

Fu Xiaoxiao transmigrates into a book and immediately faces the crisis of being sent to the countryside. As the unloved middle child, her younger sister is the one meant to go — but her mother transfers her job to the sister instead. A disaster of a start. To avoid being sent away, she has to marry within seven days. She meets a few ordinary men and decides she'd rather go to the countryside. Then she runs into a neighbor who's also looking for a spouse — and his conditions are surprisingly good. A dowry of three hundred? Bicycles and a radio? Just take care of the kids, and separate rooms are fine? The others may pass, but she won't. Every day is a battle of wits with the two kids. Life is eventful, she gets a salary every month, and the boss is never home. Absolutely perfect. Except... wasn't this big shot supposed to be infertile? Then why does he keep strutting around naked in front of her? She has professional ethics. She won't be seduced by a good body. Hmph. Men only slow down her sword swing. Lu Feng grits his teeth at Fu Xiaoxiao, who remains completely unmoved by his countless attempts to seduce her, and traps her in his arms. "Boss, let's talk this through. I know forty a month is a bit much — how about... five less?" Trapped in his embrace, Fu Xiaoxiao thinks he's unhappy with her high salary and starts bargaining. "I'm giving myself to you for free." Lu Feng grinds out through clenched teeth. This woman has no heart. "...Can I say no?" Fu Xiaoxiao swallows, staring at the washboard abs so close. "Such a good deal — are you sure you don't want it?" Lu Feng squints, tempting her. "Fine." A fool turns down a bargain.

Feng Qing, a top surgeon from the 21st century, wakes up in a body no one wants — married off to Rong Ling, the most powerful Regent in Dayan, a man who makes it abundantly clear: "Do you think you're worthy of marrying this king? Foolish." While he keeps his distance, she keeps herself busy, saving lives with medical knowledge centuries ahead of its time, collecting debts from those who wronged the original body's owner, and planning her exit strategy. Later, he became the New Emperor— "Qing Qing, from now on, you are my Empress." "Not interested."