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Am Vorabend der Hochzeit ihrer Schwester geschah ein Unfall, die Verantwortung, die ihre Schwester aufgegeben hatte, sollte sie sie tragen? Sie ist kein professioneller Sündenbock! "Ähm, es ist meine Schwester, die dir Unrecht getan hat, das hat nichts mit mir zu tun." "Gibt es also ein Problem damit, dich, ihre jüngere Schwester, die Schulden zurückzahlen zu lassen?" Angesichts der Dominanz des Mannes stand May Morgan am Rande der Tränen, ohne welche zu vergießen. "Aber wir hatten noch keine Gelegenheit, uns kennenzulernen!" "Dann fangen wir jetzt an, uns kennenzulernen!"

La veille du mariage de sa sœur, un accident s'est produit, la responsabilité que sa sœur a abandonnée, devrait-elle la porter ? Elle n'est pas un bouc émissaire professionnel ! "Euh, c'est ma sœur qui vous a fait du tort, cela n'a rien à voir avec moi." "Alors, y a-t-il un problème à ce que vous, sa sœur cadette, remboursiez la dette ?" Face à la domination de l'homme, May Morgan était au bord des larmes sans en verser. "Mais, nous n'avons pas encore eu l'occasion de faire connaissance !" "Alors commençons à faire connaissance maintenant !"

La víspera de la boda de su hermana, ocurrió un accidente, la responsabilidad que su hermana abandonó, ¿debería cargarla ella? ¡Ella no es una profesional en ser chivo expiatorio! "Um, es mi hermana quien te ha agraviado, no tiene nada que ver conmigo." "Entonces, ¿hay algún problema en hacer que tú, su hermana menor, pagues la deuda?" Ante la dominancia del hombre, May Morgan estaba al borde de las lágrimas sin derramar ninguna. "Pero, ¡aún no hemos tenido la oportunidad de conocernos!" "¡Entonces empecemos a conocernos ahora!"

The eve of her sister's wedding, an accident happened, the responsibility her sister abandoned, should she bear it? She's not a professional scapegoat! "Um, it's my sister who wronged you, it has nothing to do with me." "So, is there a problem with making you, her younger sister, repay the debt?" Faced with the man's dominance, May Morgan was on the verge of tears without shedding any. "But, we haven't had a chance to get to know each other yet!" "Then let's start getting to know each other now!"

Na véspera do casamento de sua irmã, um acidente aconteceu, a responsabilidade que sua irmã abandonou, deveria ela arcar? Ela não é uma bode expiatório profissional! "Hum, foi minha irmã que te prejudicou, não tem nada a ver comigo." "Então, há algum problema em fazer você, a irmã mais nova dela, pagar a dívida?" Diante da dominância do homem, May Morgan estava à beira das lágrimas sem derramá-las. "Mas, nós ainda não tivemos chance de nos conhecer!" "Então vamos começar a nos conhecer agora!"

John was an exorcist who tries to help innocent people from the grasps of ghosts and other evil entities. He believes that he is helping those people in need, but is that true? Did he really help those people? He didn't want to believe the other way, those who raised him taught that. He has a secret that even he himself doesn't know. What would happen is that those in the opposite faction take advantage of this and try to manipulate everything. The powers that he has will end those innocent people's lives? Did he finally get corrupted according to the enemies? Let's dive into the story of Jauary John and find the answers.

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***** "And the kiss last night?" he asked, stepping closer until she could feel the warmth of him so near. Katrina clutched the roses, heart pounding, feeling the butterflies rising in her. His eyes held her, intense and filled with an emotion she couldn't name. "I don't regret it," he murmured. "I meant every bit of it, and I'd love to—" Katrina didn't let him finish. She pulled him close and pressed her lips to his, unable to resist any longer.  He responded immediately, his arms wrapping around her waist, pulling her close.  His kiss was slow and deep, full of a passion that set her on fire. ****** King Karl of Xylonia, known as the masked king, is feared by all. Cursed at birth to die at 25, he hides half his face behind a mask, leaving everyone wondering what lies beneath. Ruthless and cold-hearted, he never expected to fall in love—until Katrina enters his life. Katrina, a slave-princess, is treated like a servant in her own home because she was born outside of marriage. When her father can't repay his debt to King Karl, he offers his eldest daughter in placed of his youngest daughter, claiming she has a magical touch that heals with a simple massage. Intrigued, the king agrees. But Katrina was never the chosen one, and the healing power is a lie. As the king starts to fall for her, Katrina is trapped in a web of deceit. How long can she keep her secret before the vengeful king uncovers the truth? And when he does, will their love survive—or will the mask of the king hide a fury that could destroy them both? Contain 18+ scenes detailed explicit content. Hot Romance, Dark secrets. #Not your regular Dark-Romance novel#

Sang Hyuk, a man nearing his 40’s, was contacted by SKY Telecom to help its team, SKY, become the best in a period of 3 years. If SKY’s team members fail, they will be disbanded. After succeeding the contract in time, he was betrayed by the company that gave him everything. Somehow, he wakes up years in the past or you may say back to past as an 18 year old boy – a year before the release of Eternal Light (EL). Armed with knowledge of future events that are yet to come, he embarks on a journey that no one has dared to tread before. His desire for success and for his revenge drives him to take this hard path. He is the one and only one-man army. ..................................................................... ******************************************* ..................................................................... Copyright by asiannovelist

The once renowned Seoul Philharmonic Symphony is in distress and losing musicians before Seo Jaemin, an unknown beta conductor with a murky past, steps in to help them rebuild their glory together with his career in the cutthroat, alpha-dominated world of classical music. As First Chair, the commanding alpha Kang Do-hyun resists the new leadership, refusing to submit to a beta, although he notices himself being drawn to Jaemin, a pull he can’t explain. But Jaemin is hiding a secret that would shatter his fragile professional facade: he's not a beta at all, but an omega, whose scent is now a painful echo of a failed bond—a betrayal that haunts his every move. When Do-hyun discovers Jaemin’s true nature, his unexplained attraction spirals into a fierce, protective obsession. Consumed by an alpha's fury for the one who broke Jaemin, Do-hyun must decide if he can truly save the omega he’s dying to claim. ----- [Excerpt] Jaemin’s hair was a mess of soft, dark honey curls, his clothes from the concert rumpled and clinging to his slender frame. Do-hyun hadn’t dared to undress him. After the omega had fallen asleep, the floral scent had flared, unleashed from the tight grip Jaemin kept on it when he was conscious. Barely a minute later, Do-hyun had to rally every ounce of self-control from within to extract himself from the bed and stumble out of the room, before his alpha instincts could take over and greedily claim everything that was being offered freely to him. Now, Jaemin stood swaying slightly in front of him, his amber eyes half-lidded, a hazy, dreamy glaze coating them like a thin film. His cheeks were flushed a soft rose, and his mouth, a little open, seemed to be waiting for something. "Jaemin," Do-hyun managed, his voice thick and low. "Are you okay? Do you need something? You can't be walking around like this." Jaemin didn't seem to hear him. He took another step forward, and his scent slammed into Do-hyun’s senses, shredding through his safety shield of medicated eucalyptus—the intoxicating cherry blossoms, now so strong they stung his eyes. Lifting a hand to Do-hyun’s chest, Jaemin looked up at him, head tilted, hazy eyes searching Do-hyun’s face as if looking for something in the depths of his soul. Then he spoke, the single word a soft, breathless whisper: "Alpha."