Giselle_lynette - Stories&Comments

I’m the Cannon Fodder Fiancée Who Gets Slapped 300 Times

Mia slurped her instant noodles while scrolling through her laptop screen. The room was dim except for the soft blue glow from her desk lamp. She had been awake since midnight, reading the same webnovel she had been obsessed with for almost a month. *Crown of Thorns*. A story filled with magic, saints, betrayal, and one of the most infuriating male leads she had ever read. "Cassian, you bastard," she muttered through a mouthful of noodles. "How do you mistreat your own fiancée? Are you stupid or just blind?" She clicked to Chapter 100. Seraphina, the fake saintess, was smiling sweetly again while plotting murder. As usual. Mia rolled her eyes. "Fake witch. If I was Elara, I would've slapped you with the whole Bible." Her phone chimed with a notification, but she ignored it. She stabbed her noodles again, flipping to the next paragraph. The scene showed Cassian accusing Elara—again—while defending Seraphina like a brainless golden retriever. "For someone with royal blood," Mia grumbled, "you're spectacularly dumb." She shoveled noodles into her mouth angrily. Then it happened. The book's screen flickered. Mia blinked. "Huh?" A faint glow spread across the words. Then it brightened. And brightened. "Wait—hold on—what's going on?" The entire chapter burst into white light. Her noodles dropped from her chopsticks. The light swallowed her vision, blinding, burning, wrapping around her like a net. She tried to back away, but her chair dissolved under her. Her breath caught in her throat. Her ears buzzed. She reached out—her fingers touched nothing. Then everything went silent. And dark. And cold. Something slammed into her cheek. A burning line of pain exploded across her skin. Mia gasped—a real, painful gasp—and her eyes flew open. The light was gone. Instead, she was on a marble floor. Two women held her down. Strong hands pinned her arms behind her back. A knee pressed into her spine. Her cheek was squished against freezing stone. "What—what—" Mia choked. Another lash hit her. "Hold her still!" a voice snapped. The whip cracked. Mia flinched as pain shot down her face. Her vision blurred from the force. The room around her was tall and cold, covered in sharp silver designs. A giant mirror stood beside an ornate bed. White curtains fluttered from an open balcony. This wasn't her apartment. This wasn't Earth. This— Her heart stopped. She knew this room. She had read about it a hundred times. "No way…" Mia whispered. The girl reflected in the mirror had long silver hair. Pale skin. Red marks blooming across her cheek. Elara von Rosenwald. The villainess of *Crown of Thorns*. The girl who gets slapped 300 times. The girl who dies in Chapter 5. Mia felt a chill race down her spine. She wasn't dreaming. She had transmigrated into the book. "Stop struggling," one of the maids snapped. But Mia wasn't listening. Because she recognized the woman gripping a whip. Dark hair in a tight bun. Cold eyes. Sharp smile. Lila. Seraphina's loyal dog. Mia's stomach twisted. This is the opening scene… the abuse scene… the one where Elara begs for mercy… Lila lifted the whip again. "Trash like you should stay silent." Her arm swung. The leather cracked against Mia's cheek. Pain flared again—sharp, hot, unbearable. Mia hissed. But she wasn't Elara. She didn't beg. "Get your filthy hands off me!" she snapped, trying to pull her arm free. Both maids stiffened. Elara never raised her voice. Never fought back. Never cursed. So Mia did it again, louder this time. "I said LET ME GO!" Lila's eyes widened. "Oh? So the mute rat finally speaks?" The other maids pressed Mia harder to the marble floor. Lila smirked. "Push her down. Let's see how long her bravery lasts." Mia's temper snapped. "Where's your fake saintess?" she spat. "Call Seraphina. Isn't she the one pulling your strings?"

Giselle_lynette · Fantasy

4 Chs

Punish Me Luciano

In the kingdom of Faeloria, where magic flows through the veins of its people, Ember, a girl born without magic, has always been an outcast. After her I parents' mysterious death, she becomes a servant in the royal palace, hiding in plain sight. But when the ruthless and enigmatic Prince Kaelen returns from his exile, determined to reclaim the throne, everything changes. Kaelen harbors a dangerous secret: he’s the last of the Shadowbound—a cursed bloodline tied to the dark magic forbidden by the kingdom. If anyone finds out, the royal family could lose the throne. Meanwhile, Ember stumbles upon her own secret: she has magic after all, magic that has been suppressed and hidden from her. As the kingdom teeters on the brink of war, Ember and Kaelen's fates become intertwined, forcing them to confront their feelings for each other while uncovering the truth about their destinies. As old alliances crumble and betrayals unfold, the two must decide where their loyalties lie—saving the kingdom or saving each other.

Giselle_lynette · Urban

32 Chs

Too late to love me

“Does Ivy know the baby is not yours?” Ivy’s hand dropped immediately. Her heart began pounding painfully. Then she heard Ashton’s cold laugh—low, cruel. “No,” he said. “She doesn’t. She thinks I got her pregnant.” Aria let out a soft laugh, full of satisfaction. “Well, I love how your revenge plan worked, Ashton,” she said. “I wonder what her face would look like if she found out her child’s father was never you.” Ivy’s fingers curled against the door. Her breath caught painfully in her throat. Aria continued, mocking and sweet. “But tell me… how did you convince your righteous friend Kai to do it? He always acted like he had morals.” Ivy’s eyes widened. Her heart slammed against her ribs. Inside the room, Ashton’s voice was calm. Too calm. “Well, that night Ivy was drunk. Kai was drunk too,” Ashton said. “I initiated the act just like you told me to. But I brought Kai in when I noticed she was on heat.”

Giselle_lynette · Urban

11 Chs

Enslaved By Desire

It hurts, doesn't it?" he murmured, his voice a dark caress that sent a shiver down her spine. Amelia nodded, her eyes never leaving his as she felt the wetness between her legs grow even more. With a smug smile, Enzo's hand moved from her thigh to cup her left breast, his thumb flicking over the nipple. It was a gentle touch, almost soothing after the sting of his slap. But she knew it was a prelude to something more. He leaned over her, his hard length pressing against her thigh. She felt a thrill of fear and anticipation. This was it the moment she'd been dreading and craving all at once. He reached for his belt, unbuckling it with a smoothness that spoke of experience. Her eyes widened as he freed his cock, standing tall and proud before her. It was thick and long, a stark contrast to the tenderness of his earlier touch. She knew what was coming, and she was both scared and excited. "Look at me, Amelia," he whispered, his eyes dark with need. She met his gaze, her breath shallow and uneven. He positioned himself between her legs, his hand guiding himself to her entrance. Her body tensed as she felt the tip of his erection against her. "Relax," he murmured, his voice soothing despite the intensity in his eyes. "This will only hurt for a moment."

Giselle_lynette · Urban

51 Chs

The Alpha's prey

The Alpha's prey Lyra Blackwood has been running her entire life. As the last surviving member of her disgraced family, she’s been hunted, hated, and feared. But nothing could prepare her for being captured by Kael Wolfe—the brutal, merciless Alpha of a rival pack. Cold and calculated, Kael sees Lyra as nothing more than a means to an end, a pawn in his quest for revenge against the bloodline that betrayed him years ago. Thrown into his world, Lyra is held captive under Kael’s control, forced to submit to the will of a man who thrives on power and domination. He wants to break her, bend her to his will, and make her suffer for the sins of her family. But Lyra is no helpless prey. Despite the chains that bind her, she refuses to bow to him, challenging Kael at every turn. Their mutual hatred fuels a dark and dangerous attraction. The more Kael tries to dominate her, the more he becomes consumed by an obsession he never expected. And as the full moon approaches, so does a curse that ties their fates together in ways neither of them can escape. Their passion is raw, violent, and unforgiving—a battle for control as much as it is a descent into desire. But what begins as punishment turns into something darker and more twisted, as Kael realizes that breaking Lyra might mean breaking himself. As they teeter on the edge of madness, Lyra must decide whether to trust the man who once vowed to destroy her, or let the forces hunting her finally claim her life. Bound by hatred, bound by desire, they’re forced to face a love that could destroy them both—or consume them entirely. In this dark, primal world where loyalty is a weapon and betrayal is everywhere, Lyra and Kael’s fate is sealed beneath the moon—locked in a brutal dance of love and power they can no longer control.

Giselle_lynette · Fantasy

130 Chs