❝𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐦𝐞.❞ A hundred concubines lived in Emperor Sylvos' inner court - the heart of his thorned fortress. With a cruel ranking system, only favored concubines had the honor of meeting with His Majesty. And only the woman able to bear him a child could become empress. Raine Stjorme had climbed the ranks to the top. And after praying each night, she was finally with child. Yet all this was rewarded with the cruelest of fates. Murdered by the man she loved, Raine cursed Emperor Sylvos with her dying breath. She cursed his whole court as they snickered at her final moments. And her curse had taken root. Now, Raine awakens three years before her destined death, on the fateful day she first encounters the emperor. Armed with this second chance, she vows to make him fall - and to bring his empire down with him. But when faced with the tyrant who claimed her heart, could she still follow through? ✦✦✦ 𝙏𝙍𝙊𝙋𝙀𝙎 𝙄𝙉𝘾𝙇𝙐𝘿𝙀𝘿: -𝙀𝙣𝙚𝙢𝙞𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙨 -𝙎𝙚𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙙 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚 -𝙁𝙤𝙧𝙘𝙚𝙙 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙭𝙞𝙢𝙞𝙩𝙮 -𝘼𝙧𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙙 𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙞𝙖𝙜𝙚 -𝙇𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙩𝙧𝙞𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙡𝙚 -𝙑𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙖𝙞𝙣 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡 -𝘽𝙖𝙙𝙖𝙨𝙨 𝙁𝙈𝘾 -𝙈𝙖𝙜𝙞𝙘𝙖𝙡 𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙚𝙨

When Jiang Yanyi, heiress to a traditional hotpot family, opened her eyes, she found herself transmigrated into an ancient romance novel as the villainous supporting character. After framing the female lead, she was exiled to a border military camp, where she was treated as mere entertainment for the soldiers. Touching the scar on her forehead left by the original character's attempt to escape, Jiang Yanyi quietly picked up a cooking ladle. As a minor character, she figured she had no need to follow the main plot. The soldiers in the Western Zhou military camp all said that the new cook's skills were unparalleled. The noodles she made could be eaten dry or, with a bit of hot water, became a delicious bowl of soup-essential for soldiers on the move! Jiang Yanyi: "No, this is just instant noodles." The tea she brewed had bubbles rising from it, a slightly sweet aftertaste, and even a hint of strong alcohol. Jiang Yanyi: "No, this is cola!" The hotpot she prepared had a red broth with ingredients from the land, sea, and sky that could be thrown in to cook-its taste was divine! Jiang Yanyi: "... This is really just a common hotpot from the modern world." The fiancé who once broke off their engagement wanted to rekindle their relationship, but the famously ruthless King of Liaonan, Feng Shuo, threw his spear and declared, "Back off, this is my wife!"

Layla died at the hands of her ruthless, billionaire husband Damon. Reborn back to the day they first met, she swore to stay as far away from him as possible-until fate forced her to sign a marriage contract with him again. This time, she won't be the weakt wife he once trampled on. She'll use every secret from her past life to survive... and make him beg for her love.

She had one rule. No second wife She married the villain to avoid the male lead and the fate of her original life. But who knew even the villain wouldn't be safe from the charm of the heroine? For survival this villain must not fall for another women. But is it possible, when the villain always ends up with the heroine. --------- "No second wife. Promise?" "Not this again" -------- "If you ever did that again. I swear I will kill you myself and burn this whole world down. Do you understand?" "How do you burn the whole world?" Cover art by aideeeortega on X

I died. Came back. Now I'm living in a soap opera-and no, I don't get a script. Transmigrated as the older twin in a wildly rich, wildly dramatic family, I'm surrounded by love triangles, overprotective parents, and the kind of chaos that would give reality TV execs a stroke. My sister's perfect. I'm... not. And while she collects admirers, I collect emotional damage-and maybe one terrifyingly attractive, possibly robotic boyfriend who understands me a little too well. There are secret pasts. Public scandals. Too much glitter. This isn't a romance. It's survival. And I'm done playing the sidekick.

In rain-soaked Dublin, Aoife begins to unravel the life she thought was hers, discovering that love, identity, and belonging are not given - they are claimed. *** Aoife Brennan planned the perfect night to celebrate the life she thought they were building together. But when the clock strikes midnight, she discovers that some truths don't come crashing down - they unravel, quietly. Set in the rainy corners of Dublin, The Placeholder is a story of love mistaken for fate, and the quiet ache of being someone's almost.

I've been reincarnated into the very web novel I used to mock endlessly with my friends-and even in the comment sections. Who could blame me? It was the epitome of clichés: a forced marriage, endless misunderstandings between husband and wife, suffocating angst, the heroine's dramatic escape, and the inescapable regret of the so-called male lead. Predictable, frustrating, and utterly tiresome. Yet here I am, inhabiting the role of that very heroine in 'Husband Is Regretting.' My first priority? Divorce the walking red flag I've been shackled to. But for some reason, the more I ignore him, the more fixated he becomes. And if that wasn't confusing enough, a side character who was supposed to appear only once suddenly approaches me with a bold question: "Shall I be your secret lover?" What on earth is going on in this story? Owner of the cover X\@irt_5433

"𝕀 𝕒𝕞 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕠𝕨𝕟𝕖𝕣 𝕠𝕗 𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕖𝕒𝕔𝕙 𝕓𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕙 , 𝕤𝕙𝕖 𝕓𝕖𝕝𝕠𝕟𝕘𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕞𝕖" ----------------------------------------------------------------- "Neither she loves you nor she belongs to you" her ex fiancee shouted in anger. He stood up from his king-like chair and walked towards him in a casual demeanor...."But she moans my name pretty loudly at night!" He hissed near his ear in a devilish smirk!!!! "Why are you doing this Kabir...you are playing with her , you don't , in fact you can't love anyone" he said being heartbroken by his previous statement. Tck...tck ...tck....he laughed like a devil and said..." You are right I don't love her in fact I don't love anyone...but that has nothing to do with me having her in my bed , under me ,at my mercy and you know the best part , you my dear baby brother can't do anything about it!!! Follow this journey of madness and possessiveness !!!! Highest rank🥇 #1 in Wattpad #1 in maturethemes

Revenge x Fake Indentity x Romance Lettie is a fraud. She is in fact the daughter of a mistress. She was about to be sold off to the brothel when the Duke showed up. The son of her mother's last patron surprisingly offered her a helping hand. He offered her a job. To pretend to be his sister, Scarlett. She only has one mission, to find out the truth behind the death of his sister and revenge for her. Updates on Monday & Wednesday. I have already completed writing the story, so don't worry about me running off mid-story! Start reading if you are interested!

The third time I got ready to confess to Lu Silan, I saw the barrage of comments: [Oh no! Just thinking about the supporting girl being rejected in public gives me heart palpitations.] [This crappy plot... why does the supporting girl have to mistake the wrong person for her savior and keep getting hurt by the male lead?] [Can't be helped. Even if the real savior is the villain who's had a crush on her for ten years, he just doesn't know how to speak up!] [Who would've guessed the cold and aloof school heartthrob secretly hires people to beat up the male lead every day, yet can't even say a word to the girl he likes...] [Girl, please look back at the villain. That poor boy's turning into a little ball of darkness!] Silently, I turned around and shoved the gift meant for my confession into the hands of the school's cool and quiet top student, whose eyes were filled with shadows. "Xie Yubai, do you like me?" He froze, his whole body going stiff in an instant. The barrage exploded in joy: [Finally! The supporting girl grew a brain!]