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Synopsis: In my first life, I was a broke background character who died after slipping on a banana peel (tragic). In my second life, I reincarnated into a fantasy novel… as the villain’s wife?! The cold, cruel villain everyone fears — Theodore Hellgrave aka “The Blood Tyrant.” But plot twist: the villain isn’t just obsessed with world domination. He’s obsessed with me. All I want is a peaceful life, maybe open a bakery or something, but this psycho villain keeps spoiling me to death — buying me castles, putting flowers in my hair, threatening anyone who looks at me (even the dog). Every time I try to divorce him, the entire empire trembles. And the worst part? … I think I’m falling for him...

Aarav Malhotra doesn’t believe in love—only control. As the heir to a failing business empire, he agrees to a contract marriage to protect his family’s name and secure his future. Siya Verma has spent her life learning one painful truth: love always comes with conditions. When circumstances force her into the same legally binding agreement, she accepts for one reason only—freedom. Six months. No emotions. No expectations. No love. Their marriage is supposed to be nothing more than ink on paper and perfectly staged smiles. But behind closed doors, the lines begin to blur. Lingering glances turn dangerous, shared silences grow intimate, and emotions neither of them planned for begin to surface. As ambition, secrets, and public scrutiny threaten to expose the truth, Aarav and Siya are forced to confront the risk they never accounted for—falling in love inside a relationship built to prevent it. Because when a marriage begins as a lie, the truth can destroy everything. And when the contract ends, one question remains: Was it ever just business… or was fate waiting for them to sign?

He brought home the woman he never forgot. His family stole her inheritance. They expected one signature to bury everything.

The world of Althera was heading toward ruin. Yet no one realized it. In a small village, a young man named Ren lived with knowledge he was never meant to possess. He knew the future. He knew the tragedy that would befall the world. And he knew that by the end of the story, nearly everyone would lose something precious. Meanwhile, a young woman named Elaria embarked on a journey to change the fate that had once shattered her life. With unwavering resolve, she sought to save those she had once failed to protect. Elsewhere, a young swordsman named Leon carried wounds from the past that had never truly healed. In search of the meaning behind the strength he wielded, he stepped into a world slowly sinking into darkness. The fate that was meant to follow a single path began to change. Ancient Relics that had slumbered for thousands of years began choosing new bearers. Secrets buried since the First Era gradually came to light. And behind it all, a mysterious man named Alunaris merely watched. One who was never recorded in history. One who was never meant to exist. One who might know the origin of the entire world. As the past, present, and future began to collide, four souls who were never meant to meet would be forced to confront Althera’s greatest truth. That destiny is not something to be followed. But something to be defied. An epic fantasy tale of friendship, loss, hope, and the struggle against a fate already written. Because sometimes... The last hero is not the one who saves the world. But the one who refuses to surrender to it.

"Manon's dream of becoming a bestselling author just took a sharp turn into a real-life thriller! One minute she's battling writer's block, the next, a mysterious, ornate bracelet gifts her with the power to write words that shimmer into reality. But this magic comes with a price: she's plunged into a dangerous mystery surrounding 'Over the Moon,' a stolen fantasy novel rumored to hold powerful secrets. At a glamorous costume party, a crucial chapter of 'Over the Moon' vanishes, and Manon finds herself kidnapped and left for dead. Waking up with cryptic messages and a pounding headache, she's determined to uncover the truth. But things get even more complicated when a masked blonde stranger keeps appearing, his intentions as unclear as his identity. And to make matters worse, she suspects her secret crush, the aloof Robin, might be connected to the theft. Now, high school isn't just about surviving pop quizzes – it's a race against time to recover the stolen chapter, decipher the cryptic messages, and figure out who she can trust. Can Manon master her newfound powers and unravel the mystery of 'Over the Moon' before her own story ends in tragedy? Or will her dream of becoming a writer become a deadly reality?"

Fourth book of my Desire Series. --- Callum Stride an author of many books but yet to upload any of them is an anti-social but social when needed, high schooler that goes through life, one step at a time. The only friend he has is his best friend Chelsea Martin who always gives him a headache. What Callum doesn’t know is that he’s caught the attention of one of the jocks at school who is silently stalking him. A love that starts online between the author of his favourite book Tales of Lore and Lies and himself. What happens when they find each other? Reviews and comments welcomed. Cover art by: the_nerd.artist On Scribblehub & Inkitt

"The person whom I hated for the first time in my life became the most beautiful page of my destiny ..." Tired of her own family's betrayal and daily conflicts, Jenny decides to leave everything behind and start afresh. She sets out to interview at the city's biggest company to make her dreams come true. But her first day turns into a nightmare when she runs into an arrogant, strange man. They have a heated argument, and Jenny considers him the worst person she's ever met. But fate truly takes its toll when Jenny steps into the interview room. Sitting in the boss's chair is none other than that arrogant guy—Fu Yan!!!

I have been reborn. The first thing I did in my new life was walk into my fiancé’s CEO inauguration party and break off our engagement in front of all of New York's high society. In my last life, he did it all for Sloane, his childhood sweetheart. He publicly declared I had a severe mental illness, branded me as paranoid and jealous, and claimed I reeked of a cheap perfume that suffocated him. For Sloane, his one true love, he had me committed to a private sanatorium. I was broken by a cocktail of drugs and psychological abuse until, with my body and mind shattered, my heart finally gave out. In this life, when he frowned and told me to get out of his sight, I didn't shed a single tear. I just turned and strode away. He said my presence made Sloane unhappy, so I moved to a small cottage by the sea. He said he never wanted to see me again, so I submitted a transfer request and went to the West Coast branch. I flourished in my new life in California and met a mysterious and powerful tech mogul. The moment we appeared together, hand in hand, Caleb Hawthorne completely unraveled. He saw the ring from another man on my finger, and his sanity finally snapped. He blocked my path, his chest heaving as he fought to contain his rage. "Emily, take that damn ring off your hand." I smiled and took a step back. "Didn't you used to despise me?" "And now that I belong to someone else, I'm suddenly a prize worth fighting for?"

Five years ago, Rocco De Santis, Don of Chicago’s formidable De Santis family, proposed ninety-nine times to make me the Principessa of his underworld empire. Today, to appease his jealous mistress, Bianca, he tossed the ninety-ninth divorce paper in front of me. "This is just an act," he warned, a cold, detached smile on his lips. "Play along like you always do. Don't cause any trouble." My heart, worn thin by a thousand smaller slights, was too numb to feel a thing. I knew exactly what day it was. "Are you coming home for dinner?" I asked softly. He paused, then shook his head, a flicker of irritation in his eyes. "No. It's a special occasion. I don't want any drama from her." I nodded, watching as he swept out of the room, flanked by his bodyguards. Then, I picked up the pen and signed my name—Anya Callahan—on that ninety-ninth divorce paper. For the last time.

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