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Ye Mumu found that the ancestral vase in her home could magically connect to the ancient times two thousand years ago. So she met an ancient young general. The general guarded the important city on the border and was surrounded by 300,000 barbarian troops. There was a severe drought, the riverbed dried up, and 200,000 people starved to death, leaving only 80,000 people. With nowhere to go, the general and the people of the city could only wait to die passively! He begged the gods for water and food, hoping that the people would survive. Ye Mumu waved her hand and approved it! She hoarded a large amount of supplies to feed the soldiers and the people. Steamed buns, steamed buns, flower rolls, and meat sandwiches... every day is different, giving the ancients a little shock of modern food. Sending military books, hoarding food to recruit soldiers, building factory arsenals... giving the ancients a little shock of modern military. When she was deceived, the inherited family business faced bankruptcy. To repay her kindness, the general gave her a lot of money, paintings, antiques, and porcelain... With antiques, she saved the family business, became the richest woman, and reached the peak of her life! The general relied on Ye Mumu to provide modern military equipment to conquer the barbarians, recover the nine states, pacify the six kingdoms, and unify the world. He promised to build a temple for her and worship her for generations. The general sent a marriage certificate: With the mountains and rivers as a witness, I look forward to meeting you when the sea is clear and the river is calm. Under the marriage certificate is a phoenix crown and bridal robe. What a good young general, so this is what you are thinking!

She was the perfect trophy wife... until she wasn't. Luna gave EVERYTHING to her Alpha husband Victor - her loyalty, her body, her very soul. She handled his estate, bore his cruelty, and watched him take credit for HER work while she withered away like a forgotten flower. But when she catches him in THEIR bed with her own sister? That's when the real Luna awakens. "He will kill you, Victor." Those five words change everything. Because the savage wolf Luna threatens him with? She knows he will even kill her along with the entire estate, which he will soon burn to ashes. He was an untamed, savage beast. Javrian - the beast every Alpha fears, the shadow that haunts the borderlands - arrives with silver eyes blazing and one mission: Claim what's his...burn down what he don't claim. But Luna has been broken too many times that she feared or cared about approaching beast. And why does she care either way, especially after being fed an aphrodisiac at the last moment by her sister, offered as bait to savage wolves—the wave that the Wolf Barbarian Javrian was bringing with him. Being already devoid of soul—which died long ago—and a heating body preparing to receive her last pain, she braced herself to be stripped of her last dignity after being betrayed by everyone. > So why does this terrifying beast cover her with his cloak instead of claiming her body? > Why does he kill her tormentors but treat her like precious treasure? And why do her dead heart start beating again when he declares: "You are mine, Luna"? From withered wife to claimed queen One savage Alpha who sees her true worth Revenge served ice-cold A Luna who learns to bloom again Some flowers need blood to grow. And Luna? She's about to become the most beautiful, dangerous bloom in the entire kingdom. Will the discarded trophy wife embrace her savage protector? Or will her broken heart remain too withered to love? Read to find out how a beast teaches a broken woman to be a QUEEN. DISCLAIMER: Contains mature themes, revenge plots, possessive Alpha behavior, and a FL who goes from doormat to DANGEROUS. Not for the faint of heart! Additional Tags: #AlphaMale, #BeastHero, #PossessiveMaleLead, #ProtectiveHero, #VirginAlpha, #SmartFL, #GentleGiant, #StrongFemaleLead, #MorallyGreyCharacters, #PowerCouple, #EnemiesToLovers, #SecondChanceRomance, #FatedMates, #ForbiddenLove, #TouchHerAndDie, #WhoDidThisToYou, #OnlyOneBed, #ForcedProximity, #InstantAttraction, #RedemptionArc, #ShifterRomance, #WolfShifter, #ParanormalRomance, #FantasyRomance, #SupernaturalRomance, #BeautyAndTheBeast, #DarkRomance, #SteamyRomance, #PregnancyRomance, #BreedingKink, #DominanceAndSubmission, #PraiseKink, #SizeKink, #PossessiveRomance, #ObsessedHero, #RevengePlot, #ArrangedMarriage, #PoliticalIntrigue, #RoyalRomance, #EmpireBuilding, #PowerPlay

Seraphine Voss, 23, has always been the family's quiet liability - the daughter nobody fought for, the fiancée nobody chose. When the meteor fractured the sky and alien mutants crawled from the craters with terrifying intelligence and a chilling offer - one willing sacrifice per household, and the rest survive - her family didn't hesitate. They passed the decision around the dinner table like a polite formality. Her father spoke of necessity. Her mother couldn't meet her eyes. And Darian, the man who promised her forever, sat in silence and let them wrap her in white. They walked her to the dungeon entrance like a ceremony. Like it was mercy. What they didn't know - what nobody knew - is that the moment Seraphine crossed that threshold, something ancient cracked open inside her chest and filled every hollow space neglect had carved into her. An ability with no human name for it. She can feel the mutants. Their hungers. Their frustrations. The vast, complex architecture of what they want. And she can give them what no human ever thought to offer: the devastating gift of being understood. One by one, she learns the dungeon's hierarchy. One by one, she earns her place in it - not as prey, not as sacrifice, but as something this new world has no category for yet. A queen without a crown, building a court in the dark. But at the bottom of the deepest chamber, something waits that even the most powerful mutants refuse to approach. The Mutant King - ancient, ruthless, cruel with the precision of an art form. The one that descended with the meteor itself. The one that broke three military battalions in a single night. When Seraphine's ability pulses toward him for the first time, he pulses back. He already knows she's coming. He's been waiting. The family who called her disposable, the fiancé who blew out her candle without flinching - none of them could have predicted what they were actually doing. They didn't feed her to a monster. They delivered her to the apex of the new world. And she intends to make it kneel.

Darling's pure love came down with a rare illness, and I was the only one who could perform the surgery. She begged me desperately, and with a doctor's compassion, I agreed. After the operation, her pure love couldn't get out of bed and kept crying in pain. Darling firmly accused me of seeking personal revenge. She tied me up and waterboarded me in an abandoned fish pond. Her childhood sweetheart, not satisfied, secretly released alligators that tore me to shreds. Six months later, when her childhood sweetheart's old illness returned, Darling finally remembered me. She searched everywhere but couldn't find me, thinking I was hiding out of spite, trying to kill her pure love. She frantically looked for me, but in the end, only found my severed limbs among the tangled weeds.

Aiden, a regular high school student, is unknowingly bound to an inevitable fate. When anonymous black roses started showing up at his safe heaven, he deduces something is wrong. One Monday morning unfortunate turns of events force Aiden to take a deep plunge into a world that is not his. ×××××× ❕❕ ×××××× Spoiler: The view made Aiden nauseous and restless as he overlooked a burnt field. "What is this", he asked Linda who looked painfully at the scene before her. But she did not reply as her old frame bent down to pick up a bud of a flower in the otherwise charred area. "This is hope".

Trying to conceive with my husband for three years, not once did it take. Until one time I was taking folic acid in front of my doctor friend. She snatched my pills, found them suspicious and ground them into powder. "This isn't folic acid at all, these are birth control pills." After hearing my friend's words, I sent the pills to a lab for testing. It turns out, I had been taking birth control pills for three years. These pills were all given to me by Dashiell. Every time before we had sex, he would coax me into swallowing one. Just as I was about to confront him with the test results, I received a message from Evelina in our friend group chat. The photo showed a pregnancy test with two red lines. [Hubby, want to make a bet?] [Do you think I'll have a little Dashiell or a little Evelina?] [I bet it'll be a little Dashiell.] Two minutes later, she pretended to be embarrassed: [Sorry everyone, I sent that to the wrong person.] [I can't unsend it, please just pretend you didn't see it.] I gave a cold, bitter laugh, but finally shed that sense of moral obligation. Replying to the crush in my youth: [In one month, I'll go with you.]

It was pouring rain. My husband left our daughter alone on the beach and told her to watch over the sandcastle he’d built. Obedient as always, she waited from daylight into the night, waiting until the tide came roaring in. By the time I got the call from the rescue team and rushed back from out of town, our daughter was barely hanging on to life. “Mom… help me tell Dad I’m sorry… I didn’t take good care of his castle…” Sobbing, I called my husband dozens of times, begging him to come see our daughter one last time. He didn’t answer a single call. After our little girl’s body had gone completely cold, my husband finally sent me a voice message. I tapped it open. But the voice that came through belonged to his childhood sweetheart. “Simone, your husband’s feeding my son right now. If you need anything, you can tell me.”

Nineteen-year-old Sera has always lived with a quiet darkness in the corners of her vision—shapes that moved when they shouldn’t, whispers that breathed her name when she was alone. She learned to ignore them. To pretend she wasn’t being watched. Until the night the darkness answered back. A shadow with a voice like smoke and a presence that chills the air begins haunting Sera’s dorm room. He touches her without touching, whispers in her dreams, and shields her from dangers she can’t explain. He calls himself Umbra, a being born from the forgotten places between fear and desire—and for reasons he won’t reveal, he has chosen Sera. As Umbra grows stronger, so does the bond between them. What begins as fear twists into fascination… then obsession. Sera’s emotions feed him—her longing, her loneliness, her hidden hunger—and he becomes something more than a shadow. Something almost human. Something she’s not sure she can resist. But Umbra is not the only thing in the dark. When an ancient force begins hunting him, Sera is pulled into a world of nightmares and secrets, where every choice sharpens the blade between love and danger. Her friends are dragged into the supernatural storm, and the shadow she once feared becomes the only thing she can trust. To save him, Sera must give Umbra what he needs most: a place in her heart… or a place in her soul. Because the more you feed the shadows, the more they want.

After my fiancé fed me the Potion of Oblivion, I found that I still remembered him. "She has already forgotten me! We'll go get our marriage certificate this afternoon!" Watching Julian Gideon, who was right beside me, conspiring with his mistress, I had never felt my memory of him to be so clear. What damned Potion of Oblivion? A single glance told me it was a fake he must have gotten from God knows where. But my family was pressuring me, so out of desperation, I had no choice but to grab a random man on the street and marry him. I thought Leo Sutton and I were a match made in heaven, love at first sight. Until someone at my wedding recognized him. "Elara Sinclair, isn't that the first love you were once head over heels for?!"

Life was turned upside down on a fateful night, leaving Pandora with an unnatural thirst. The building urges will force her to destroy the lives of men, taking what was meant to be given with force. How will this thirst be quenched? Will the voice ever stop, or was this a curse that could not be lift?