Some hot, steamy, one shot romance stories!

Hi Everyone. If you are looking for a steamy romance with a vampire male lead along with a touch of mystery, suspense and supernatural staffs, then this book is for you.
First of all, forgive my mistakes. I'm still an amateur author who is learning and trying to improve myself. 
This novel will have scenes of different worlds including a glimpse of human world.ML is the domineering king of vampires who will face difficulties from his enemies and the betrayal of his loved ones.
FL's character is purposely hidden from the beginning but all I can say that she is a powerful character and we will gradually find out about her past, powers and the connection with the ML. 
Except two main leads, there will be another powerful couple in the book who will be in a forbidden love and will entertain you with their creepy characters. 
I like to unfold mysteries slowly. So I would say that you won't find out anything just reading few chapters. Before dropping the book, I will suggest you to read till chapter 35-40.
In a word, this novel will contain everything love, hate, romance,action and mystery. About the number of chapters, I still don't know. But I guess, it will be between 130-150.
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Part 1 - LOVED BY A VAMPIRE KING { Volume 1- Volume 5 }

Status: Completed

Chapter Range: 1-263


SYNOPSIS:

After getting banned from her own world at an young age for a greater purpose, Esme Watts was living happily in the human world.

 Disguising as a human girl, she was getting immense love from her human parents.

 Slowly, she was forgetting her own identity and was living her life well with some beautiful and loving people around her.One day her joyful world turned upside down when she was suddenly kidnapped.


After getting kidnapped by the ruthless vampire king Aaron Richards, Esme Watts was forcefully locked up in a dark room waiting to be rescued by her dear ones.

Even every breath she took was too painful for her numb body..As days passed, she kept searching a way to escape from this terrific vampire world. 

But after knowing Aaron personally and closely, will she try to escape or will she be trapped by his possessive love? 

Will Aaron love her after knowing her true identity?? 

Why did Aaron want her desperately? All is in the name of love or something else! 


PART 2 ~ SPIN-OFF SEQUEL 

Title: LOVED BY A DEMON KING { Volume 6-. }

Theme Line: When Curse Is The Beginning Of Her Love...!!

Status: ONGOING

Chapter Range: 264-

SYNOPSIS: 

Being the first hybrid of two worlds was a blessing and curse for Ayra Chole, the controversial Princess from the world of Fairies. Possesing the immense power of two different creatures in the paranormal world, her journey towards living wasn't sweet like others anticipated more specifically after being a powerful princess who was treasured by her family like a gem. Dealing with everyone's hatred and jealousy since her birth, she constantly had to deal with her transparent emotions. She wasn't born to fear anyone except her own powers which goes uncontrollably wrong frequently.In this flicker of hope to find someone who could love and accept her trueself wholeheartedly, her mind was always restless in search of true love. One day,someone had finally picked up the courage to ask her hands boldly. But wait,who was he? The rumored Demon King, Cedric Arnaldo Dixon who was disdained by everyone same alike her coincidentally. The king of dragons whose hands were always filled with blood. Needless to say that he was rumoured to be hated by his own father ever since he born. A man who changed women more often like any ornaments. Rumours said that he had no heart to love others and killing was the only solution of his every arising problem.Very commonly, she was going to reject a rebellious man like him but the man had no other firm intention rather than claiming her as his own bride.How will their journey go around with so much hatred and evil powers? Can this two bloom the flower of love in their hearts? Or an untellable curse was going to destroy everything? 

****SNEAK PEAK ****

One night, he whispered beside her ears as she kept writhing underneath him,

" Darling, you can never fall out from a Demon's love. Once you have fallen in love with someone's evil side, you should know that he is your end game in this life time."

Tags: #Demon #Hybrid #Fairy #dragon #dark_romance #curse #reapers #unicorns #shifters #alternative_world




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This isn't a novel that you should read if you're looking for something fun.

I only wrote this so I could get more used to writing and get some feedback/reviews while I'm at it.

This means that it could just pause or drop whenever I feel it boring to write.

It also means that chapters are going to be randomly released.


WARNING: Don't be offended at the fact that some (or all) girls are degraded in this novel. It's fiction. It doesn't reflect reality.

WARNING: A load of 'unusual' lewd content. No scat, or yaoi, or stuff like that. But there is Lolis, ****, incest, etc.

WARNING: Read the tags.

Tags: Action, Eastern Fantasy, Harem, Overpowered Protagonist, Super Handsome Protagonist, Romance (kind of), Sex, Incest, Loli, Underage Sex, Consensual Sex, Unconsensual Sex, Plot (i think?), Fast Cultivation, Dual Cultivation, Unique Cultivation Technique, Special Ability, More Hot and Steamy Sex, is this illegal?, probably, Mischievous Protagonist (at some point, somehow), Smut everywhere, Abusing Special Ability, Arrogant Young Masters, Arrogant Young Misses, Heavenly Beauties, and more!

A mischievous young boy, an orphan, of thirteen years, discovered that he had a one-of-a-kind ability.

An ability that could easily bring him to the peak - or you could say that it had already brung him to the peak!

The ability to stop time!

With this ability, he would do whatever he desired!




Tags: Action, Eastern Fantasy, Harem, Overpowered Protagonist, Super Handsome Protagonist, Romance (kind of), Sex, Incest, Loli, Underage Sex, Consensual Sex, Unconsensual Sex, Plot (i think?), Fast Cultivation, Dual Cultivation, Unique Cultivation Technique, Special Ability, More Hot and Steamy Sex, is this illegal?, probably, Mischievous Protagonist (at some point, somehow), Smut everywhere, Abusing Special Ability, Arrogant Young Masters, Arrogant Young Misses, Heavenly Beauties, and more!

Personal Note

Hi readers,

I am Josie Frank, author of steamy contemporary romance and erotic novels. I love both reading and writing them!

It's like a hobby of mine.

First of all, I would like to thank you for choosing to download and save my book on you libary to read it. It really means a lot to me and am super excited!!!

I can't wait for this exciting journey!
I'm sure this book will offer you the best reading pleasure. As a compliment, like I always do I will include a few bonus stories for you just after the main book.

Hope you enjoy.

This is my very first high school novel, I haven't written one before and this is the first. I hope this novel takes you back on a ride bringing you excitement, joy, love , laughter and passion.

This novel titled "Aurora's Inferno" is like the edited version of the high school novel I started writing when I was a bit younger. But don't worry, it ain't cheesy and definitely won't make you cringe.

Okay, maybe I'll take the cringe part back. You'll definitely cringe but in the best way possible. This novel is concentrated on a lot of things.

I mean highschool isn't easy....
Theirs a lot of slut shaming.
Hate
Differentiation of class...
Bullying and many others...

I hope all the young adults who read my book come to realize that all this doesn't have any gain but just causes more pain to another.

I'm going to work on this book with so much effort without slacking off and I don't want to sleep on this novel either, so expect daily updates.

Don't forget to always vote and comment , cause every writer wants a little appreciation for their work.

Please guys you've got to work with me on this project. I don't just want to feel like am writing just for myself so I need your reviews, your thoughts and predictions without any spoilers tho. My point is let's make this novel "Like The Best".


Love you guys

Best regards 
Josie

This is a dark erotic revenge romance novel with a psychological twist*

A dark and painful past!

A devastating secret!

And a broken girl.

Aurora is focused on revenge, after all the tears and pain Nicolai Mitchell Lucious has caused her. She intends to give it all back in ten folds but she knows everything isn't what it seems. 

With a painful past that continues to still haunt her and a struggle for her to find herself stuck in a world of no rules or laws whatsoever and where family honor meant everything.

Bound by her revenge to a man who threatened and builied her life and now threatens to steal her soul and also her heart...

She needs and craves for vengeance.

As her sanity becomes more fragile, she believes enacting her revenge on her bully would bring her peace and put a stop to everything. 

But the very person she doesn't want to allow inside her shattered psyche pushed his way in.

Just like he always does...

As the 7 trails of life begins it cycle.

Will Aurora be able stop it in time.

Or will the Gods decide their fate!

Journey with Aurora and Nicolai as their story unfolds and the truth is revealed. It's definitely not one you'll be expecting!

What would you do if you were forced into marriage? Amelia chose the least sane option and ran away from home.
"Getting married before 25 is like leaving a party at 8pm, NOT FUN, take it from me."- Amelia the "wise" person.
Amelia Smith, heiress of the Smith family, daughter of the CEO of Oasis and granddaughter to the Chairman of the largest jewellery company in the country, had to marry some dude she never met. The "dude" whom she had to marry was Jason Wilson, a very famous actor with the prestigious title "Movie King", the second son of the Wilson family.
"Can you guys believe that he literally begged to marry me?"- Amelia
Author: I can't, and you are literally my creation.
Amelia: "And because of that, I'm being forced to marry him! I know I'm pretty and that many people want to marry me, but what I want is to find my own true love!"
Author: Tone it down, you're being cringy.
Amelia: -_-
"Okay, so you ran away. How's that going on for you?" you may ask.
Amelia: In a very weird-
Author: But completely believable way!
Amelia: LET ME SPEAK! Ahem, where was I? Oh right! I ended up working for my "fiance's" brother. -_-|||
*Scene*
"Wait! You're the CEO of this company?!" Amelia almost shouted.
"Yes, Ms Luna Brown, I am the CEO of this company. And from now onwards, you are my servant" *cue an evil smirk followed by malicious laughter* Chris Wilson, the heir of the Wilson family, is the type to hold grudges, poor Amelia should not have offended him, especially since he is her boss.
"I think you meant 'secretary', I am not your servant" Amelia (fake name- Luna Brown) nervously laughed.
"…..same difference." Chris Wilson said with a straight face.
*cut*
No big misunderstandings( I noticed the irony in the title, what I meant is that the misunderstanding won't make you all frustrated), no snake like step-mothers or step-sisters.
A slow romance between the protagonists, and there is no extreme OPness, so the characters are believable.
Sorry, but no smutty or steamy scenes. This is a clean, slow romance and comedy novel :)

What would you do if you were forced into marriage?
Amelia chose the least sane option and ran away from home.
“Getting married before 25 is like leaving a party at 8pm, NOT FUN, take it from me.”- Amelia the “wise” person. 
Amelia Smith, heiress of the Smith family, daughter of the CEO of Oasis and granddaughter to the Chairman of the largest jewellery company in the country, had to marry some dude she never met. The “dude” whom she had to marry was Jason Wilson, a very famous actor with the prestigious title “Movie King”, the second son of the Wilson family.  
“Can you guys believe that he literally begged to marry me?”- Amelia
Author: I can’t, and you are literally my creation.
Amelia: “And because of that, I’m being forced to marry him! I know I’m pretty and that many people want to marry me, but what I want is to find my own true love!”
Author: Tone it down, you’re being cringy.
Amelia: -_-
“Okay, so you ran away. How’s that going on for you?” you may ask.
Amelia: In a very weird-
Author: But completely believable way!
Amelia: LET ME SPEAK! Ahem, where was I? Oh right! I ended up working for my “fiance’s” brother. -_-|||
*Scene*
“Wait! You’re the CEO of this company?!” Amelia almost shouted.
“Yes, Ms Luna Brown, I am the CEO of this company. And from now onwards, you are my servant” *cue an evil smirk followed by malicious laughter* Chris Wilson, the heir of the Wilson family, is the type to hold grudges, poor Amelia should not have offended him, especially since he is her boss.
“I think you meant ‘secretary’, I am not your servant” Amelia (fake name- Luna Brown) nervously laughed. 
"…..same difference.” Chris Wilson said with a straight face.
*cut*
No big misunderstandings (I noticed the irony in the title, what I meant is that the misunderstanding won’t make you all frustrated), no snake like step-mothers or step-sisters. 
A slow romance between the protagonists, and there is no extreme OPness, so the characters are believable.
Sorry, but no smutty or steamy scenes. This is a clean, slow romance and comedy novel :)

"... And that's the end for today's lecture." The professor in front of the auditorium ended his Modern Japanese Literature class. After he left the room, everyone started to pack their belonging while talking with their friends.

Misaki put her belonging to her bag in a hurry, since she should come home immediately. She didn't want to make Katagiri wait because she was the one who asked the latter for today's plan. Hanging her bag on her right shoulder, Misaki hurriedly walked towards the exit.

"Misaki!" A girl called her from behind as Misaki walked through the corridor. She turned back and found Yuna ran towards her.
"What happened?" Misaki questioned her best friend. It was unusual for Yuna to stay at campus at this hour.

"I thought you're already off somewhere!" Yuna said while trying to catch her breath.
"Regarding the script... our director said that he wants the story to be more steamy..." Yuna lowered her voice.

"Steamy? The theme for this year is crime, right? I don't think we need a steamy scene..." Misaki objected to the idea. It was already troublesome to accept the request from the Film Club, but now they asked for more.

"Please? You can do it, okay?" Yuna pleaded, clasping her hands together in front of her face.

Misaki let out a lengthy sigh, regretting her decision to accept the Film Club's request last month. The club was on the verge of disbandment because they failed to complete their project last year. Their scriptwriter had dropped out from the university was the reason. That position was then vacant, but there was no one good enough to fill it.

So, the club appealed to Misaki to fill the position as an honorary scriptwriter for this year project. Yuna had told everyone in the club that Misaki had won several awards when she was in high school. They also had prepared the storyline so Misaki wouldn't have a hard time to think about the plot.

Well, rather than "honorary", Misaki preferred to call it "outsourced".

"I don't think I can write that..." Misaki bit her bottom lip. She never wrote erotic scenes before, and it was not something that could be written without any experience.

"You can just watch pink-films or read raunchy stories to get the rough idea!" Yuna suggested.

A shade of pink crept out on Misaki's cheeks. She didn't have any experience consuming such genres, and she also didn't know where to get those.

Suddenly, something crossed Misaki's mind. She just remembered that her neighbor might be waiting for her. "Ah! I should go home now!" Misaki exclaimed. "Let's discuss it through chat! See you tomorrow!"

Misaki turned around and ran, leaving Yuna who was just opened her mouth to say something.

Katagiri was reading a book in the lobby when Misaki arrived. The former put her book in her sling bag, then approached the latter, who was trying to catch her breath.

"Sorry to make you wait!" Misaki apologized. Both of her hands were on her knees.

"Do you want to rest for a while?" Katagiri asked. "I'll grab something for you."

Even before Misaki could reply, Katagiri had left her, heading towards the entrance. Misaki then threw herself to the lobby bench to get some rest.

Not long after, Katagiri came back with a bottle of mineral water in her hand. She handed it to Misaki, who gladly accepted it. Without hesitation, Misaki opened the bottle and drank it.

"I forgot to ask what kind of drink you want," Katagiri said, sitting beside Misaki.

"This is already a big help for me," Misaki showed the bottle of water Katagiri had given to her earlier with a smile on her face.

Misaki took a glance at Katagiri. The latter's fashion was the same as usual, a white shirt and black pants, but now with gray cardigans since it was getting colder these days. It made Misaki wonders, was Katagiri a person with a minimalistic lifestyle? If she wasn't mistaken, that kind of lifestyle was popular these days.

Caught Misaki's gaze on her, Katagiri tilted her head, as if a question mark was written on her face. "... Is there something on my face?"

"N-no, no! I just feel sorry for you to wait for me, e-even though I'm the one who asks for your help..." Misaki lied, feeling embarrassed that Katagiri caught her. Fortunately, the taller girl didn't ask her further.

A sudden vibration came from Misaki's smartphone. It was Yuna, continuing their earlier conversation about the Film Club's project.

[Yuna: Any kind of romance is fine! You can make it straight or gay, we just need the steamy scene!]

Misaki scrunched her eyes while taking a deep breath. The reason she accepted to join the Film Club's project was because of this year's theme, since it didn't have any romance aspect. Misaki wouldn't say that she was allergic to the said genre, but it was something she couldn't write. Despite had listened to numerous romances and love stories from her friends, she never grasps the idea completely.

The girl beside Misaki had realized that the latter was troubled, but she kept her mouth shut. In Katagiri's opinion, Misaki made an interesting face when she was in a problem, and she liked witnessing it. They might be get acquainted in less than two weeks, but even Katagiri thought that Misaki was a lot more interesting than other people she knew. Well, inviting her for hotpot gave her a positive impression, after all.

The shorter girl groaned, letting out her frustration. She wanted to give up and resign from the position, but her pride was somehow not allowing her.

[Let's give it a try.]

Misaki strengthened her heart as she sent the reply to Yuna, finally accepting the Film Club's request. She should... no, she was certain that she can do it. It was her fault because she was too naïve when she accepted the offer, and now she should pay the consequence.
Rose from the lobby bench, Misaki turned her gaze to her neighbor. "Katagiri-san, let's go," She said.

---

"So... what kind of book do you need for the script?" Katagiri asked as she grabbed a book that caught her interest. She skimmed the book to see whether it was worth to be read.

"... About that, I think I should change the plan," Misaki answered, while she focused her view to find any interesting title on the bookshelf. She couldn't bring herself to tell Katagiri that erotic novel was the thing she needed the most.

In silence, Katagiri handed a book with a colorful cover to Misaki.

[Everyone is a Scriptwriter: Writing Script for Dummies]

The girl with medium-length hair gritted her teeth. "Are you making fun of me?" She scoffed, handing the book back to Katagiri. 

"Well, I think because you said this is your first time writing a script, this book may help." Katagiri put the book back to the shelf.

"I need references more than technical... Anyway, do you have any crime or mystery novel recommendations?" Misaki said while her eyes were still locked on the bookshelf. 

"... I don't read much fiction," Katagiri paused as she pulled another book from the bookshelf. "I'm more into movies for them."
"Why? I thought someone like you prefer to read rather than watch," The shorter girl said in disbelief.

"Maybe because I'm not imaginative enough..." Katagiri read the book synopsis on the back cover, then skimmed it through the pages.

Sudden idea popped out in Misaki's mind. She got a feeling that Katagiri at least witnessed an erotic scene in the movies. It might be a big help for her if Katagiri shares it.

Misaki turned and stared at Katagiri with a serious expression plastered on her face. "Say... is there any romantic or erotic scenes in the movies you had watched?"

The question from Misaki had Katagiri startled for a bit. The T University student never really bother if there was such scenes in the movies she had seen. "I think there are... but I don't remember which films," She answered honestly.

The girl beside Katagiri vented her disappointment. Misaki thought that her neighbor would help her much for this matter, but it seemed that Katagiri was just as clueless as her.

Felt guilty that she couldn't be much help, Katagiri cudgeled her brain, attempting to find a solution for the girl with whom she got acquainted less than two weeks. Then she remembered something that might help Misaki. "... I think I have some movie collections in my apartment," She informed.

A glimpse of spark... No, Misaki's eyes were sparkling when she heard Katagiri's words. That moment, Katagiri appeared as her knight in shining armor, rescuing her from all the mess that Film Club dumped upon her.

"Why don't you tell me sooner?!" Misaki said in a loud voice, shaking Katagiri's arms with both of her hands. The taller girl was too shocked by the sudden emotional burst from the former, making her stiffened for a bit.

"Y-you're too loud, Shimizu-san..." Katagiri said, lowering her voice while glancing to the surrounding. "... Also, you don't mention anything about romantic scene before."

Misaki looked around, finding some people in the same aisle staring at her. Hotness started to build up on her cheeks, realizing that she embarrassed herself.

"... Can you let me check on those?" Misaki said with a frown and slightly red puffed cheeks, probably feeling ashamed. Her right hand was still holding Katagiri's left arm.

"Sure. But before that, there's a book I would like to suggest for you." Katagiri shook her arm off from Misaki's hand.

"... What is it?" Misaki's eyes were showing confusion as she heard what Katagiri had said. She didn't expect that her neighbor was this considerate.

The taller girl pulled a colorful book that Misaki had already seen before. Katagiri handed that book with those eye-catching letters and cute illustrations to Misaki with a smile plastered on her face.

[Everyone is a Scriptwriter: Writing Script for Dummies]

[Love] is the most meaningless word in her life... until she meets that person.
In an event she despised the most, Misaki Shimizu met an alluring but calm and reserved girl on her age... that also happened to be her next-door neighbor.

[Love] is the word he holds dearly... reserved only for that person.
In an event he avoided at all costs, Hiroki Numazu encountered the girl whom he loves for the most time of his life.

But [Love] is the word which that person never thinks of...

Woojin Kim, better known as just "Jessi" to her friends and family, was late for work. And not just "kind of late." She was REALLY late, as in, she was supposed to have clocked in at 8 AM and it was now - she glanced down at her wristwatch, adjusting the light leather brown band so that the sun overhead didn't cast light directly into her warm brown eyes -
"SHOOT!" she yelped, gasping as the small hand came into focus.
She had ten more minutes of lunch break before she needed to be "back" at the office. Even though she was supposed to have been there about four hours ago. Tugging down the hem of her black pencil skirt as she ran, Jessi practically flew down the street as desperation to retain her job and not get fired sent the black heels of her pumps pounding on the pavement. She panicked as sweat began to pool in between her boobs and gather on the nape of her neck, desperately praying that her bun would hold up against all the running.
It was all THAT BOOK's fault. She'd been up all night reading it: The Wily Empress and Her Scheming Consort. And if it sounded like a trashy novel, that's because it WAS, a fact that Jessi was not in the slightest bit ashamed to admit. What could she say? She was a sucker for some late-night action. (Although admittedly, she wasn't getting much of that herself these days.)
But she could, and DID, live vicariously through those "garbage" novels. Jessi didn't care what anybody else thought. And besides, if trashy romance novels were pure garbage to most people, The Wily Empress and Her Scheming Consort took the crown and sat on the garbage throne. You know what they say: one man's trash is another man's treasure. And she had treasured that novel indeed, as well as its riveting plot and the consort's steamy schemes.
Jessi shook herself out of her memories of the novel. She glanced back down at her watch and swallowed a curse. That was two minutes of leisurely daydreaming she'd spent when she could've been booking it to the office. Blowing her bleached blonde bangs out of her face, Jessi considered her situation for a moment as she took a breather.
She could probably make it if she took THAT shortcut, though it would certainly cut things close. It was too late to avoid a scolding from her boss (though Manager Lee WAS kind of hot when he was angry) but Jessi couldn't afford to lose this job. She had bills to pay and things to buy, including the latest Stray Kids merch. (So what if she was 27 years old; love knows not of age!)
Jessi panted as she slowed down at the bottom of the street where an intersection lay.
As always, that little inner voice in her head prompted her to look both ways before crossing, a remnant of when she had been a child holding her mother's hand and practicing safe pedestrian habits.
"Screw that," she snapped back, ignoring the little voice. "I don't have time to spare."
Of course, she'd had time to spare. How long did it really take to look to the left and the right at least once?
And of course, it was never a good idea to ignore the little voice at the back of one's head. Beum Gi, Jessi's friend from university, had once told her she thought of the little voices as people in the movie theatre watching your life and telling you what you should and shouldn't do - because they know the ending. 
Derek, their other friend, had told Beum Gi that she needed to see a psychiatrist, a conclusion that Jessi had agreed with.
But maybe Beum Gi had been on to something. Because as it happened, Jessi should've listened to the voice.
But it was too late now, as the dark green and red truck barrelled down the perpendicular road towards Jessi. It came at her at such high speeds that she knew right away there was no way she WASN'T going to get hit. A shame.
"Well," Jessi thought to herself as she stared like a deer in the headlights at the front side of the truck, the deafening sound of a horn echoing in her ears as if from a distance. "At least now Manager Lee can't fire me."
Time seemed to slow down in those last few seconds before she and the truck collided. Her favorite purse with Hyunjin's face pictured on the side slipped from her hands in slow motion, hitting the ground just as the edges of Jessi's C-cups brushed against the truck. Jessi REALLY considered it a shame that the last words she would see were "Toutai Inc.," printed on the front of the truck head.
"Never mind," she thought. "I think I'd much rather get fired."
Despite the blaring truck horn sounds, Jessi thought she heard someone say, "Wish Transaction Complete. Commencing Novel Integration Now."
And then her world went black.

We've all heard of him: the enigmatic, god-like force that sends young men and women alike to different dimensions where they become the main leads, villains, and even the side characters who valiently fight against their so-called destiny. The only thing is... after chapter one, Truck-kun is gone, never to be heard from or seen of again until your next isekai.

Until now.

What happens when the crash goes wrong and Truck-kun is the one who transmigrates into another realm? Will he be able to fit in his role as Newcastle's young master? And will he still be able to fulfill his role as an almighty, enigmatic matchmaker?

Chest heaving in anticipation, Anna gazed up at the shirtless highlander standing over her.  Slowly, he unlaced the bodice of her dress and tugged, baring her shoulders, which he lavished with kisses.  Another sharp tug freed her breasts, her nipples sharp pink points in the chill of the night.  

Och, lass, he breathed as he lay her across the enormous four-poster bed.

Anna watched as he loosened his kilt and let it drop to the stone floor, her eyes zeroing in on his enormous manhood.  She chewed her lower lip in anticipation as a flood of moisture drenched her core.

He leaned over her, capturing first one perfect pink nub, then the other between his sensual lips.  Anna arched at his touch, her greedy center weeping in need.

Please, she breathed.

Are ye ready for me, lass? he asked, his voice husky with desire.

Yes, please, she mewled.

From far away, Anna heard a strange beeping sound.  The volume increased until she cracked open one eye to find that she was no longer in an ancient highland castle.  She was in her own cabin, in her own bed.

Oh, for fucks sake, she muttered, her heart still pounding as she turned off her alarm and got out of bed.

In the shower, she used her hand to slake the need her dream had aroused, but it was a poor substitute for a good, hard cock.  Not that shed had one recently.  

As she toweled off, she considered her dream.  She read enough steamy romance novels to have the occasional naughty dream. Usually, as she read, she conjured up some nebulous romance hero in her imagination.  Suddenly now, her highlander looked and sounded precisely like Angus McGregor.

And shed have to face him at breakfast.  She rolled her eyes at the notion.

Pull yourself together, she chided herself while she dried her hair.  Its not like Angus knows about the dream.  And anyway, hes merely a guest.  Treat him like you would any other guest.

As rays of golden sunlight were beginning to filter through the pine boughs overhead, Angus made his way toward the main lodge.  Mixed with the scent of wood smoke, the aroma of bacon drifted in the chilled morning air, and his stomach rumbled with anticipation.

His first stop, however, would not be breakfast.  After hed returned to his cabin the previous night, hed perused the schedule that had been laid out for him.  

At nine oclock, he was slated to participate in an intermediate horsemanship session run by Andy Graves.  A quick scan of the general schedule showed that Anna would be leading a beginners course immediately following lunch.  And that suited him better.  Because he was, in fact, a rank beginner.  Hed never even touched a horse before, let alone dared try to mount one or ride it.  

The irony that he was wagering the future of his career on a western film was not lost on him.  But the story had become entwined with his soul since hed first read the novel five years earlier.  And although the setting was the old west, the basic story was a human drama that resonated in any generation.  

So hed scrimped and saved and bided his time until he was able to make an offer to buy the story and write the screenplay.  Now it was his film to make.  And hit or miss, he was all in on the project.

In the main lobby, he greeted several of the other guests hed met at the campfire the night before.  He found that he genuinely liked them.  Although they obviously knew who he was, theyd welcomed him into their ranks and treated him as a friend.  

Save me a seat, he responded to their invitation to join them.  I need to take care of something, and Ill be right there.

He made his way past the dining room entrance to the small shop located across from the main desk.  The posted hours indicated that it was open during every meal.  

As he entered, he walked past racks of postcards and t-shirts and fleece hoodies emblazoned with the Sweetwater Ranch logo.  On the far wall were shelves of necessities guests might have forgotten to pack.  But he continued to the checkout counter where a very pretty, very pregnant African American woman sat.

She looked up from her paperwork and gave him a star-struck smile.  Good morning!  How are you today?

Angus grinned back.  Im fantastic, thanks.  Ye have a lovely ranch.

Her smile turned shy.  Im so glad you like it.  Its been in my husbands family since way before he was born.  How can I help you today?

He reached into the back pocket of his jeans and withdrew the schedule hed taken from the folder in his cabin.  Id like to see if I can change my riding session.  He placed the paper on the counter and slid it toward her.

The woman looked where he pointed, and she frowned slightly.  Youre scheduled to be in the intermediate riding group right after breakfast.  Thats the one my husband leads.  Hes Andy.  Im Simone, by the way.  Again, her smile was shy.

Angus aimed for a self-deprecating expression.  Hello, Simone.  Its nice to meet ye.  As for the riding session, though, theres a problem.  Ye see, Im not nearly intermediate.  Im more like, never even seen a horse with me own eyes.  He laughed at his joke.

Since Im truly a beginner, Id like tae start at the beginning.  Is there any way ye can switch me tae the session after lunch?

Simone frowned again.  I, uh, well  You see, the afternoon class is for children.  Its the one Anna teaches.  

Oh!  Her eyes suddenly grew wider.  Oh!  Yes, I think definitely for you we can make an exception.  Im sure Anna wont mind.  Simone drew a line through the morning class on Anguss schedule and penciled in the session hed requested.

Only, she leaned forward, her voice lowered conspiratorially, maybe dont mention it to Anna until you show up for the session.  Then you can tell her I okayed it.

He took her hand and pressed a gentle kiss to the back of it.  Simone, yer truly an angel.  I thank ye from the bottom of my heart.

Simone was reduced to giggles.  Alright, have fun now.  Enjoy your breakfast.



JENNY’S VOICE
Jenny is a traumatized young woman who was held hostage for years.

Cole is the rancher who comes to her rescue.

But there’s a crime boss who will kill them both if he finds them.

HUNTER’S PRIDE
Hunter is a handsome rancher with a tragic past, determined to hang on to his inheritance.

Poppy is spunky young corporate lawyer ready to make her mark in the world.

But there’s a sinister plot against them both.

ANNA’S HEART
Anna is a rancher with a heartbreaking secret.

Angus is Hollywood royalty, poised to take a chance that risks his reputation and his career.

Now that they’ve found each other, can he win her heart?

Sex scenes/explicit content, Suggest age range 18+

The Redheads & Ranchers Series is by Pandora Spocks, an eGlobal Creative Publishing Signed Author.

Hey guys, 
I forgot. Some time ago I used to do an 'interview' with an amazing BL newsletter on scribblehub. Please check it out if you want to (great recommendations there): https://www.scribblehub.com/series/217122/boys-love-newsletter/
Anyways, I thought why not post it here too. You can read it or not, it's up to you. Also, this really will be the last update, I won't be trying to beat a dead horse up to its leg over and over again and call upon Frozen Milk's rage to try to break through the fictional, dimensional or whatever barrier to strangle me to death. Thank you.


How did you get into writing BL?
Honestly, I can't remember at all how I got into BL in the first place, but I still vividly remember what made me want to write a BL story. The side story of svsss of airplane bro the author and the villain aka luo binghe's dad. The humour in that and airplane's character was just so hilarious that I was like, damn I gotta write something like this as well.

And the idea of making it BL would only fuel the comedy, cough pardon I mean wannabe bs comedy, so there were more opportunities to make it more trashy. Now, here we are, writing a bs story that's BL but also not and now working on the second book of the series...

Among your own stories, do you have a favorite? Why? Why not if you can't pick one?
Haha, I've only got one BL novel published, some fanfic and another novel that's a dark female-led revenge story, but I'm also writing on two new stories, so not sure if I can properly answer this question but well, out of all my stories it's definitely this BL one whose name I refuse to write because it's super cringy and I will forever regret naming it this. Please silently crucify me for my bad naming sense...

The reason why I like it is definitely the comedy, the lightheartedness and the characters. All my other stories (minus the fanfics pls heaven don't let me mention it anymore) are rather dark, sometimes gory, tragic, full of suffering etc you get the gist. So this one was very refreshing (altho it does have a small arc that's rather darker in tone) and I'm very surprised what an absolutely, unbelievably funny person I am capable of writing such a masterpiece that's the embodiment of humour (yes, that was sarcastic haha)

What do you like most about BL?
To be honest, I don't like romance at all however there's something about BL that just makes me want to root for the couple. Maybe because it's rather seen as something 'forbidden' (since most people still aren't accepting towards BL), I don't know if that makes sense but I'm someone who likes 'forbidden' things, cough, yes I'm revealing all my kinks here. No need to thank me for this unnecessary info.

But honestly, I think what I like most about BL is the way it's written, the way the relationships are developed and unfolded. The kinks, plot developments or relationships are portrayed a certain way that appeals to my taste. I think what I also like about BL is that it doesn't shy away from certain themes or plot use that can be seen as dark, immoral or 'bad'. Ah, I don't know how to explain it but now I seem like a total perverted weirdo or my guilty pleasures are rather....?

As a reader, what are your favorite BL novels?
Honestly, I could just ramble on and on about all of my favourite novels, away with all the other questions! No place for you here!

Definitely hands down one of my favourite novels, in general, are 'The Earth is Online' and now 'Card Room'. Both of them are just so good I can't describe them in words. Like the kind of good that drenches your whole body in honey and after you wash it away, voila smooth and supple skin (yeah, that didn't make sense). Both novels are, to be honest quite similar however card room is a bit more lighthearted and less focused on romance, there's very little of it in there, but they care more about the plot and that's what I like. I'm kinda into those survival games, horror and (post) apocalyptic stories and those two fit perfectly. The MCs and MLs (as well as the side characters) are great (such a power couple) and the overall rising stakes of the story makes you excited and wanting more.

Another BL novel I came to like, I just finished reading it, is 'Escape Infinite Chambers'. It falls into the darker genres as well but the plot is very good and I'm still broken from the ending or the story overall. I know there are some people who don't like it due to some problematic things in the beginning but I think after closing an eye about it, the rest of the story will leave you wanting more. I still won't forgive the author for the ending tho, it's a HE, but still, I'm completely shattered...

Let me squeeze another thing in, I really like Meatbun doesn't eat meat as an author. Her story 2ha, I did like but there was too much suffering and vicious knives for me to have it as my favourite, but what I absolutely adore about the story is the author's damn godly smut writing ability. I'm sorry, I know the smut in the chapters are rather non-consensual but it's 'forbidden' and is perfectly my taste. I tried reading her other novel but haven't gotten far so I don't know how the smut fares there but dammit, meatbun ruined me, I've read some other BL where the reviews say the smut is written great but honestly none of it can compare to meatbun's writing ability! I'm thirsty for the way she describes the steamy scenes ugh (if anyone knows amazingly written BL smut, do let me know~)

What is the scene or moment you are most proud in the entirety of your story (ies)? Some stylistic writer accomplishment or a plot twist or a specific character? Something that was super hard to write or something you just adore to death for no reason whatsoever? Why?
Will I be bragging if I say the entirety of the story is what I'm proud of?
Honestly, I always thought I wasn't a funny person, so it surprised me to see that people find it hilarious. Of course, there are also a lot of things I do regret and wish I would've written differently, but I adore this story a lot.

The thing I'm most proud of is when the villain is revealed and joins the harem, like hell, I got no idea how I managed to write that chapter and pulled of a plot twist like this. It still baffles me what my brain was thinking at that time. It just... I don't know, blows my mind for the entirety of the story because while proofreading and editing, I kept thinking 'did I really write this?' 'How the hell did I write this?' 'How in the world did I come up with this?'

Make a tiny character theater here where the MC and ML of your main (or most favorite) story meet with you, the Author, for the very first time. What would they tell you if they knew what you did to them throughout the book! ( ノ ¬ Д¬)ノ
Profanities and crude language below, sorry, also don't get confused about the names of the characters...it's supposed to be comedy *cries*

Frozen Milk: I see... I see, see, see...

Author (Me): ... what do you see?

Frozen Milk: *slowly stands up from the chair, walks to author, puts his hands on author's shoulders* *suddenly eyes turn bloodshot* I see that... you fucking piece of rotten wood are responsible for this brilliant creator's, me here, misfortune! What did you think you are doing huh? Did you drink an abundance of energy drinks, jumped from a bridge, ripped out your heart, had to sell your soul to the devil, flushed down your poop the wrong way so that it floated up and up and up again, to create such a fucking shitty trash story? Did a small misfortune of yours justify your sadistic crave to make the entirety of my life hell?

Author: *sweats* I... don't think your life is that bad though...

Frozen Milk: I can see it again... the absolute bullshit you're splattering everywhere! Screw you! How dare you be my fucking author! How dare you be my creator! How dare such a twisted scum like you pretend to be our god! I hate you! My life isn't bad? You go and try to save your tiny ass hole from being plunged, widened, ripped apart by ferocious characters that are way too godly for a normal human body to take! You go and try to endure a crappy, fucking AI system trying to establish dominance over the whole universe and endlessly enjoying your misery as its brain feeding entertainment! You go and try to-

Prota: Frozen Milk? Who is this? Where are we?

Frozen Milk: You still remember when I told you guys you were all created by me, the most brilliant author? Apparently, that piece of shit over there is the real creator, fucking creating me!

Author: So Prota is the ML?

Frozen Milk: Shouldn't you know it! You are the goddamn author! Get a grip, you're worse than me! I wonder how you didn't get transmigrated by your own blackened readers yet!

Prota: I'm the ML? Really? Frozen Milk!

Frozen Milk: Stop hugging me!

Prota: Author, since you're the author, clone Frozen Milk 5000 times, please! So, I can do him all night. No, wait! Give Frozen Milk the endurance of being bedded 5000 times a night!

Frozen MIlk: *coughs blood*

Vil: *suddenly appears* I'm the true ML. Author make Frozen Milk a super sadist, please.

Glimpse Water: *appears as well* No, make father have certain lusting tendencies towards his son her-

Frozen Milk: No inc***! Even if we aren't related!

Holbe: *appears* Author, my hubby should only belong to me!

Bro: *appears* Author, I'm allowing you to make my creator a perverted M.

Mr A: *Appears* No, author make Frozen Milk my willing FL!

Author: *sweats* I... can see... as well... now...

Frozen Milk: Once I really appear in your world, wait for me to obliterate you! *is being suffocated by all suitors*

Author: *sweats gallons of water* hahaha...haha...ha

Do you have recurring motifs or themes in your BL stories? Something you're obsessed with or in general want to explore more?
Let me just answer this very badly and be hated by my characters:
Making the shou suffer from an abundance of wild (handsome) hyenas wanting to tear him down and trying to find a way to keep his chrysanthemum safe.

Check out my new BL novel: I teleported again and now all demons want me! 
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To lighten the wrath of his blackened readers, Frozen Milk was forced to transmigrate into his own novel to witness what *** he wrote.

What's this? One plothole, two plotholes... plotholes everywhere!

How do you counter a novel full of plotholes? 
Of course, with constant bullshit, constant crap and constant nonsense!

It shouldn't be working but the result?

Terrifying!

Long live holy creator Frozen Milk!

"Damn! What the hell is this?? Wasn't this supposed to be a comedy rip off? A parody? So, why are all my characters leeching onto me? Do I look like a bamboo stick to climb and eat? To stick in between your cheeks?"

"Hello? System help?"

"System is currently on holida- undergoing maintenance, host."

"%$@#!" 

Frozen Milk was nearing his despair. Bent, straight, bent, straight, bent, STRAIGHT!!!!

Be ready to have your brains fried, your life questioned and above all your integrity disappear!

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This is completed!
Disclaimer: some profanities and innuendos 
Has elements of BL

First book in the 'Scum Series'

Day 6
"You are still terrible at knitting, Master Bellavarn. Are you sure you want to do this yourself? I could do this for you quite simply."
Bellavarn went cross-eyed as his nose came closer to his needle. Knots kept forming, and Bellavarn had to restart twice. He hasn't made any progress, even though he planned on making two. He kept swerving in the wrong direction and had to undo his knots before trying again.
"I disagree. You can do it if you keep trying earnestly. Don't give up. You can do it, Master Bellavarn!"
Two fist pumps of encouragement was the preamble a hesitant admission.
"Ah. Um... you went the wrong way. Again."
Bellavarn confirmed he went in the wrong direction. Again. He would need to undo it. Sighing, he set his work down and rubbed at his hair.
"I now have an immense newfound respect for Ladies everywhere."
"As you should. It isn't as difficult as you are making it out to be. You just have no talent for it."
"Ester!"
"What? I'm not going to pull my words. If he continues like this, he will never make anything usable. Much less in time for his sibling's arrival."
Lannie shook her fists up and down in outrage.
"You could at least be nicer to Master Bellavarn. Look how hard he is trying! He's spent all this time pouring his heart into knitting the blanket himself. It wouldn't mean the same thing if he commissioned one. It would also let the others in on the secret."
Ester whispered the word "secret" conspiratorially. Bellavarn pulled at his collar. Having it laid out so openly by Lannie was embarassing.
"Then why did you bring your brother? I brought you for a reason. Why is he here?
When Ester realized how hopeless he was, she brought in Lannie for moral support, since Ester had poor bedside manners. Her brother Jeral sat on a couch playing checkers with Kerv. Kerv wore a pained look as he witnessed his last king being taken.
"How do you do that!"
"You don't think ahead and only look at the situation in front of you. You are great in head-on confrontations but lose when you fall into traps or forks."
"I have Henry or Bellavarn for that."
"Don't be naive, Kerv, that isn't like you."
"Yeah. Yeah. One more round."
Lannie made an adorable pouting face. Ester was unamused. Bellavarn to the rescue.
"It is fine if he knows. I trust Jeral."
"Your trust in me is not misplaced, Young Master Bellavarn."
Jeral bowed his head before triple jumping Kerv's pieces. Kerv blinked at his stolen pieces and nearly flipped the board. Ester looked mildly mollified. The fact Bellavarn was learning to knit is supposed to be a secret from the Duchess and Duke. But then... why were there over twice as many people as there should be? She folded her arms.
"None of this matters if Bellavarn can't figure out how to knit properly."
"I am sure Master Bellavarn will figure it out in a few more tries. It is Master Bellavarn, after all!"
Ester cringed at the words. Lannie was a pure individual. Jeral was likely here to watch over her and keep her safe. He called over from the checkerboard, converted his second king.
"What seems to be the problem?"
Ester looked back to him and spoke bluntly before Lannie misconstrued things.
"He is too slow and gets caught up on every knot. His hands don't move fluidly enough. It needs to be an unconscious effort, only switching to a conscious one when altering the direction. Since it is just a monochrome blue blanket without designs or embroidery, he shouldn't have to come up for air so often. He is too worried to make a mistake, which causes him to make a mistake. It is infuriating."
Bellavarn was surprised. When she said it like that, it really did sound like all his fault. Whenever it came to drawing or pottery, he looked for the smallest imperfections and fixed them before moving forward. When he was first learning to throw clay on the wheel, he became paralyzed after failing so many times.
Maybe it is all my fault.
"So it is just a problem with not developing a rhythm?"
Ester tilted her head. Rhythm summed it up nicely.
"Mostly. It is all about his mindset."
Jeral nodded as he cornered Kerv's last two pieces. It had been game over for a while, but Kerv still fought on like he could turn things around, betting on the distracted Jeral to make a mistake. Fat chance.
"Checkers is all about rhythm. Yes, there is mild planning, but it really isn't a difficult game. There are limited options. The way I play is I let myself envision the next step before I make it and allow my hand to move the pieces. Maybe, Young Master Bellavarn needs pretend knitting is checkers."
Ester scrunched up her face. Like such an obscured analogy would make any sense.
"What hogwash. Knitting is nothing like checkers. Master Bellavarn, don't listen to him and-"
She cut herself off as she looked at Bellavarn's inspired eyes.
"What? No. I refuse to believe it. That is what made sense to you!"
Bellavarn didn't listen as he picked up his work and started flying. Ester was speechless as Bellavarn entered a fugue state, flying through the process. Lannie beamed wide and ran over to hug her brother. Kerv cursed at another game lost while Jeral smiled knowingly.
 
Day 7
Bellavarn rubbed his eyes. The paper-bound spell shapes he bought were helping, but they hurt his brain after hours of study. He also needed to make more test spinners. In between that, spending time doing his charity work, errands around the house, knitting, continuing to interact with staff and coming up with future plans. He was running himself ragged.
Kerv wandered off a while ago, saying he wanted to try making something in the workshop by himself. Bellavarn had talked with him about his ideas, helping Kerv work them out. Bellavarn really thought iron would be better, but Kerv seemed driven. If he got a solid product, Bellavarn could try enchanting it as Kerv wanted.
That was why he was lounging on the couch in the library. He laid along its length, holding a book up above him to read. He starting out sitting, but soon morphed into different poses as he became more engrossed in his book.
The book was for fun, not study.
It was a romance tale about a dusky traveler and a barmaid. They met inexplicably and hit it off. Their relationship developed fast and quick; the author made it steamy and heated, including not-safe-for-work content. It was decently written, so Bellavarn didn't skip over the sex scenes like in other books. The main plot points revolve around the barmaid taking care of her sickly mother. She spent nearly all her time working, so meeting someone nice that didn't stare at her ass right off the bat was a pleasant surprise. The fling was thought to be short. After the first night together, she imagined she would never see him again. To her surprise, the traveler came in for lunch the next day.
He was an adventurer who walked across the land and met exciting people. He'd glimpsed amazing views and interacted with famous people. The traveler learned about her mother and her illness, expressing his sympathy. He actually knew of a cure, but was reluctant to share it because of his troubled past. Eventually, after two weeks of steamy romance and heartfelt talks, the traveler decided to help. In the dead of night, he visited his lover's mother and healed her completely.
When the barmaid woke up to an empty bed, she started to fret. When she found no trace of him, she ran over to her mother's home in tears. That was where she found her mother walking and talking again. She interrogated her mother, needing to know what happened. The mother told her daughter about a vision of a man coming to her in a dream and declaring his love for her daughter. He stated that the mother needed to be awake to condone the two of them getting married. She woke up a few hours later, fully healed. Not a soul in sight.
Bellavarn was at the point where he was wondering how the author would end it. Would it be a tragedy or a happily-ever-after? He hoped for the latter. He hated tragedies.
Hopefully, it won't be a cliffhanger...
He turned the page.
"Whatcha reading?"
"Wha-"
*KONK*
"Tsss!"
"Oww..."
Bellavarn hissed, rubbing his noggin. He sat up too fast and impacted someone's head. Only... He didn't see anyone. Craning over the edge of the couch, he saw a squatting form; hands pressed to their forehead. He was surprised to see orange-ginger hair. It didn't match any of the maids he knew, and orange hair was rare.
"Are you alright? I'm sorry, you startled me."
"Ow. Ow. Ow. No. It is my fault. I interrupted you when you were focused. I apologize."
The girl ceased holding her head and stood back up to her full height, which wasn't much, barely past five feet tall. Bellavarn saw the few freckles across the bridge of her nose, dotting her light skin. The girl held a pained smile.
"So. What are you reading? You were very into it."
Bellavarn looked away and at the cover of his book.
"Its-"
Oh no.
This was bad.
I can't tell her that I've been reading a romance novel. One filled with needless smut. It wasn't even why I read it. It was for the story. The story!
His pride as a man was ruined. He sulked as he told her the name.
"It's called the Barmaid's Lover."
She clapped her hands together.
"Oh. OH! I love that book!"
The girl's green eyes were bugging out. Words spilled out of her in a torrent as she made several obscure hand gestures and articulations, explaining her love for the book.
"The way the Herin appears out of nowhere, in such a flash, yet keeps his profile low while unassumingly falls in love with a normal, hard-working girl. The quick development wasn't overdone, being both romantic and honest, and the way he defended Francine from loan sharks was thrilling! That final night filled with confessions and true love made my heart race. And then Herin decided to forgo his troubled past and use the same technique his mentor used to save his life on Francine's mother! The way it ended with-"
"STOP!"
The girl was startled. Bellavarn waved his hands in front of his face.
"You almost spoiled the ending! I haven't had the chance to finish it yet..."
The redhead looked abashed, waving her hands frantically in embarrassment.
"I'm so sorry, I just got excited; I loved the book, I didn't mean to- I mean, to say that, I am sorry I almost spoiled it. I don't want to be one of those people."
Bellavarn watched her continue for a while before stopping her, standing.
"It's alright. You're safe. You didn't become one of those people."
"Mhm."
She pressed her lips together, looking down, lost in thought. Bellavarn moved around the couch, leaning against the backside. He looked her up and down. She wasn't wearing a maid uniform. Her dress was more cute and colorful. Bright yellow and white. It looked like she was attempting to replace the sun and dry up winter.
Bellavarn wondered who she was, but looking over to the door and seeing at least four familiar heads ducking away, he got the picture.
Mother took longer than I thought.
There were no streamers or cakes either—a blessing.
He only hoped she didn't drill the poor girl before sending her in.
The eyes peeking in were gone, but he was sure there were ears just out of view. Smirking, he decided on his next words.
"I don't believe we've met before. You're not a new maid, are you?"
He smiled conspiratorily as he heard several hushed whispers from a ways away. He thought he could pick out his mother's voice and a subdued scuffle trying to hold her back from entering. The girl looked up at him, slightly confused. Seeing his sardonic smile aimed at the doorway, she thought she understood...
"Ah. I apologize. I haven't introduced myself even though I am in your home."
She came to the realization and curtsied. Her curly hair falling elegantly.
"I am the daughter of Baroness Irune Wyre, April Wyre. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Marquess Bellavarn Sallow."
He blinked. Was that his official title? He wasn't a young duke, but a Marquess? He never had a chance to ask.
Bellavarn decided that he couldn't tease his parents without disregarding the girl in front of him. Standing up to his full height of just over six feet, he looked down at the petite girl. He bowed his back low enough to be right above her eye-level. He gave his most charming smile.
"The pleasure is all mine, Lady April."

The son of a Duke woke up with amnesia. It's the truth. Was it the whole truth? Not necessarily. The whole truth was that the Duke's son's memories were replaced. By Bellavarn.

Bellavarn didn't think he deserved a second life if that was what this was. He died young, sure. But he was the one who ended it in the first place. Did he want this life? It wasn't his, wasn't deserved, and unasked for. Take one of the thousands who beg uncaring gods instead, not him. He wanted oblivion.

Examining his new surroundings, the plush pillows, expensive draperies, and the nervous maid, he assumed the worst. Who was he in this world? Time to find out.
 So...

"Close the doors."

"Lord?"

"Do it."


*This Novel contains dark themes not suitable for all readers.

*This is an original novel. Any similarities of existing characters, locations, or otherwise is purely coincidental.
(Cover art is my original drawing)

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