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At twenty‑nine, she was the youngest CEO in the tech industry—NetVault Security had gone from small startup to Fortune 500 in just six years. The media called her a prodigy. Her board called her unstoppable. Her therapist called her alexithymic. Unable to understand or describe her own emotions. The elevator chimed. Elara didn’t look up. Only one person had after‑hours access. “You’re late,” she said. “The investor meeting is in twelve hours. Did you review the—” “I’m not here about the meeting.” … “Ugh.” Elara lost her life that day at the hands of her mentor and adoptive father. By the next morning, the same people who once called her a genius and praised her to the sky were calling her a coward who killed herself to escape scandal. Then Elara woke up. Not in her office. Not in a hospital. In a different world. In a different body. She was now Elara, the Fourth Princess of this so‑called great kingdom—only to find that this princess was an utter pushover, completely useless in everyone’s eyes. No one feared her. No one respected her. Even her own palace was full of other people’s spies. How is Elara supposed to survive this palace battle, when seven princesses fight in the shadows and she’s known as the weakest one? And can she ever escape this place… or will she decide to win instead? … … “Your Highness, please… ugh…” The leash of light around Mahir’s neck—the head of the knights—tightened with a soft pull. His face flushed red, and not from pain. “Princess, here.” Ken, the strongest beast knight, knelt closer and held out a small pill between his fingers, guiding it gently to Elara’s lips. “Swallow it,” he said quietly. “You used too much power today.” On the floor below the bed, three beastmen knelt in a row, broad shoulders tense, ears twitching, their eyes fixed on her with dazed focus. Thin, glowing leashes of magic ran from their collars to the bands at Elara’s wrists. “Please…” Ken’s voice dropped, rough and a little hoarse. “Put your foot here.” He touched his gloved hand to his chest. “On me.” Elara sighed, half annoyed, half amused, and rested her foot lightly on his armored chest. All three of them drew in a sharp breath at the same time, faces turning even redder as the magic between them flared. Their eyes—gold, amber, and deep brown—looked up at her with the same lost, devoted gaze. AUTHOR'S NOTE: Thank you so much for all the support! I love writing for all of you, but balancing work and writing is quite challenging. If you want me to keep updating consistently, your support really helps. Castle: 10 extra chapters per week Gacha: 20 extra chapters per week Thank you for reading and supporting my story!

A previous affair had left him devastated. “I told no woman is allowed in my room!” he snatched the papers from her hands and hurled them in the air. “Leave this room! Now!” His resentment was clearly showing, he was furious, as he became breathless. Cold and aloof, with distressingly good looks, Yang Xinyu was the most eligible bachelor of City H. The magazines also labeled him as the most handsome demon king devoid of any emotions who was only interested in making money. Being a CEO of a multi-billion software company, he could have girlfriends at the drop of a hat. But after a chance event he was drawn to the pert and beautiful youth of Wu Lina. Was this love or madness to possess her, cage her? A brilliant and demure girl, Wu Lina was tied into a lifetime of sorrows and pain with two extremely binding contracts. Can Yang Xinyu and Wu Lina be happy together? *** He came and stood in front of her and pulled her chin up with one hand. His other hand snaked her tiny waist to pull her closer to him. He pressed her hard as if trying to merge her into his body. “You know how I yearn for you…” he kissed her lightly on her lips. “Please Lina…” he continued brushing against her lips. Her eyes became misty. She tried her best not to show her weakness to him but tears came unbridled. *** You can join me to discuss the story and characters on discord at https://discord.gg/yqKgCvQ Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/MishakWrites-111759630206886/ Check out my other two novels: Sugar and Spice: The CEO's Feisty Wife - https://www.webnovel.com/book/14070042506289905 Feral Confessions - Adrianna and the Alpha - https://www.webnovel.com/book/13855323005708205/Feral-Confessions

In an ancient town of catholic roots in the Pre-War America of 1935, strange events and phenomena often manifest in the worst of their forms. Vanilla Land, a 16 years old outcast and weirdo with access to magical plushes —ancient and powerful totems capable of summoning powerful spirits and powers for its users— loves to explore wicked places, investigate mysteries, and even fight horrid abominations when necessary. And it's in one of these explorations where she suddenly meets her abrupt when she and a powerful apparition destroy each other. The result? A powerful, demonical entity is impressed by her actions and gives her a second opportunity to live again. She must perform a series of tasks for such an entity —not without getting rewarded with more powerful artifacts and plushes— but in the end, everything points out that there's an ancient source of power capable of redefining reality. And she's not the only one trying to reach it... Come and find out all events that Vanilla had to go through in that dying town of supernatural events, eccentric creatures, and unexpected personalities getting in her way. Cover art by cielnoir Instagram/TikTok: @cielnoir.art

[Mature Content] Divorced and in debt, Elena decides to become the contract wife of three rich and famous men. A fair exchange begins between a woman disillusioned about love and men with their own demands and desires. But when they demand for more than her body, she discovers many dark truths as the past slowly catches up to her. Facebook Page: Realfantasies Author

Love was never meant for someone like Caleb Garcia. At least, that’s what he believed. The city glittered beneath him, a sea of lights stretching endlessly into the horizon. From the glass walls of his penthouse office, everything looked small—people, problems, even emotions. Especially emotions. Caleb stood still, his hand wrapped around a glass of untouched whiskey. His reflection stared back at him—sharp jawline, cold eyes, and a face that had never learned how to soften. “Love is weakness.” The words echoed in his mind, spoken years ago by the one person who taught him everything about it—by breaking him.

He went in for each suspect, collected evidence, showed it in the two normal cases, he would prove that everything was nothing more than the suspicions he would have to show, with his evidence, he told himself and his allies, that his old enemies, the new mysteries now they didn't have time. Even on his travels, in which he was entangled between each of his secrets, he trained and discovered that he had those that were easy to deny, death was no longer painful, death was not peaceful, everything was unconscious, even among the facts, even if cases increase, even the chance that everything could be different. When he was shrouded in mystery, between his trainings, when everything was just one mystery case after another, from all the worlds and dimensions he traveled, when everything around him was shrouded in tales of the present, the past Yeah, in between the mysteries, around her, when she was a city between the world and between her travels through the multiverse.

Life was boring for Jay, the main protagonist. Until a big change happened to his world, all of the nearby buildings changed, as if the whole school transfered to another world. Filled with magic and monsters, Jay gained the Class Beast Contracter while his friend gained the Class Bard. Can Jay and his friend Louis survive the apocalypse with their new found powers?

DROPPED! DROPPED! DROPPED! Ariella Thorn , Earth's ruthless corporate queen, ruled an empire built on ice and ambition. Her reign ended not in a boardroom, but in a shattered glass of expensive wine. Hours earlier, a hidden dossier, delivered by a trembling private investigator, had detonated her life: Seraphina, her childhood best friend, was the true daughter of Mariella and Garron Thorn. Ariella had been a stolen child, a pawn in her adoptive mother Marielle Thorn's greedy, vengeful scheme. Betrayed, broken, and utterly alone, Ariella died due to poisoning . In her final moments, a crescent-moon necklace, a souvenir from a forgotten journey, pulsed with a chilling, electric blue light. ​She awoke on Elyndor as Lyria Snowpelt, a rare and enchanting Moonlight Nekolet, she discovers a world full of opportunity and danger and with a golden finger she is determined to reclaim her life and build an empire, Lyria enters the cutthroat business where she will make enemies, friends and build an empire in a society where power is measured by claws, contracts, and cunning. Snipet: Lyria was suddenly pushed against the wall in the dark hallway on her way to clear her head from the alcohol. She raised her head only to see a pair of purple misty eyes. "Zaryon" He placed his nose beside her neck "I heard you are getting engaged soon, what about me?" The smell of alcohol drifted to her nose "are you drunk?. I thought you agreed to just be friends when I wanted to take responsibility" "I take back on my words you should take responsibility" saying this he kissed the lips that has been in his mind ever since that incident.

Bruno Hornes' parents disappeared in a strange way, leaving behind a weird contract. He can trade anything with it... Money, talent, Insight, even identity and fate. So Bruno sells wealth to the poor, buys their health, then sells the health to the sick, buys their Insight. He keeps the Insight for himself, and he doesn't care about the rest. Bruno buys the skills of hundreds of knights, and becomes a powerful person. He trades with a trapped god for freedom, buys his loyalty... He works hard, but it's too slow. He needs a secret group, a middleman. He can help others trade anything, just by taking a little bit. Over time, at the crossroads where the shadow moon hangs low, members never say his name. They only call him "the Covenant Weaver" or "the Scale Lord." When both sides wanted the same thing, he would appear. Sometimes he was a graceful gentleman with a golden cane. Sometimes he was a crow with one eye glowing golden. Most of the time, he sat on a throne that reached a million meters high...

"God of Contracts: Strongest Businessman" is a story set in a vast universe where magic and business intersect. It follows a determined entrepreneur who aims to build an unassailable empire. The narrative is rich with diverse extraterrestrial races, each playing a role in the complex world of trade and alliances. The protagonist faces challenges beyond contracts, including the need for strength and supernatural abilities. As the story progresses, business and power become intertwined, leading to a climactic showdown that will decide the fate of their empire and the intergalactic order. This is my debut novel, so I appreciate your patience. The initial chapters may be average, but I promise you'll witness an improvement in my writing as the story progresses.