After transmigrating into a historical novel, Wen Mian expected at least a decent role. Instead, she became a low-ranking palace maid. Other maids read their masters' expressions and survive through clever schemes. Wen Mian, however, only stares back blankly. [Why are you looking at me? I didn't do anything.] Fine. If she couldn't play palace politics, she would simply endure her years of service and leave the palace at twenty-five. That was the plan. Until the emperor suddenly chose her to be his personal maid. Serving the emperor is like serving a tiger. On her very first day, Wen Mian had already begun composing the epitaph on her future grave. *** Emperor Zhaoyan has a secret. Since ascending the throne, he has been able to hear the thoughts of everyone around him. Ministers plotting rebellion. Consorts smiling while hiding daggers. Endless schemes echo through his mind every day, making the Forbidden City colder than ever. During a harem interrogation, he prepares to expose the guilty- Until a different voice suddenly appears in his mind. [Why are you still looking at me? Never mind... I'm hungry.] [I want red bean milk rolls... roast duck... roast goose...] Emperor Zhaoyan: ... In the cold palace, this one girl's chaotic thoughts become the only warmth he hears. And this time, he refuses to let her go. *** (Mini Theater) Wen Mian expressionlessly pulls her hand out from beneath the apricot-yellow silk quilt. Her hand is... wet. Emperor Zhaoyan's voice turns hoarse. "Since things have come this far, you belong to me now. You cannot leave the palace. My beloved, stay here with me. I will never mistreat you." Wen Mian glares at him. "Your Majesty... are you trying to steal someone's future wife?"

★★★ BOOK 2 IS OUT NOW!!★★★ She ran from a forced marriage and hid among killers. Disguised as a boy, Omega Selene Valeska sneaks into the Ironfang Alpha Academy, the last place anyone would look for her. But when one reckless show of strength lands her in the elite dorm, she finds herself rooming with the most dangerous Alpha-in-training. Cold. Merciless. Impossibly tempting. And the worst part? He's her mate. As brutal trials close in and her wolf fights the bond she can't claim, Selene must protect her secret-and her heart. Because if he discovers what she is, she won't just lose her freedom. She'll lose him.

━━━━━ yandere!emperor x 𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞!butler!reader ↳ Your first mistake was pledging loyalty to a bloodthirsty Emperor. Your second mistake was allowing him to indulge you in his twisted affections. OR | In which you grow into an adult with the future Emperor attached to your hip. HIGHEST RANKINGS: #1 in xreader #1 in malereader #1 in male #1 in yandere #1 in childhood #1 in boyslove #1 in bilsdungroman #1 in gore #4 in bl 500k READS REACHED 27 MARCH 2025

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"No-please-don't do this!" Seraphina sobbed, her voice cracking as she clung to her eldest brother's wrist. "I-I'll be good. I'll do whatever you say, just don't-" A sharp crack echoed through the room as his palm struck her cheek, sending her crashing to the marble floor. Pain exploded across her skin, but it was nothing compared to the terror clawing at her chest. From above, his voice was cold. Unmoved. "You will marry him." She shook her head wildly, crawling backward until her spine hit the wall. "He's a monster," she whispered, her breath shuddering. "He's not human. Please, don't make me do this. I'll die." Her second brother crouched in front of her, grabbing her chin roughly, forcing her to look at him. His lips curled, eyes void of warmth. "Then die." Her breath hitched. "But you will die as his wife." The door behind them creaked open. Heavy footsteps. Her father stepped inside, his expression unreadable. "Lock her in this room," he ordered. "She will not step out until her wedding day." Sera thrashed as hands seized her, dragging her toward the massive iron doors. "No! Please-Father, please!" But he didn't even look at her. The last thing she saw before the door slammed shut was her brothers standing side by side, indifferent as she was thrown into a fate worse than death. Then darkness. And the only thing left was the suffocating truth. She was a sacrifice. A bride to the Sinister, a devil himself. #A STANDALONE BOOK

⚠️This story is a work of fiction and explores themes based on cultural traditions, emotional struggles, and personal transformation. She stormed out to the garden. "Say something!" she snapped, eyes burning. "Or are you still playing that 'I'm-too-pure-to-talk' game? Still pretending to be holy?" And that's when Raif moved. Fast. Zariah didn't even have time to blink before her back hit the nearby pillar - not hard, but firm enough to freeze her breath. His hand gripped her waist tightly, the other at her wrist, locking her in place. His chest pressed to hers. His face was inches from hers. His voice was deep. Controlled. But deadly serious. "It's no longer like always, Zariah." Her lips parted. "I used to ignore you because I knew my limits. I'm not like those men who flirt and sin and call it love. I feared Allah more than I ever desired you." His eyes narrowed, dark fire glowing behind them. "I didn't punish you back then because I respect women - even when they spit venom. I kept my mouth shut, not because I was weak... but because you weren't my mahram. I had no right to look at you, touch you, even speak without reason." He leaned closer, and she could feel his breath brush her cheek. "But now..." His grip on her tightened, and her body trembled - not from fear, but from the intensity in his words. "Now you are my wife. Now, you belong to me. Halal. Lawful. Mine." Zariah tried to turn her face away, but he caught her chin, tilting it back to him. "Now I can do anything I want. I can touch you. I can silence your insults without guilt. And I can show you what it means to be owned in a way that'll make you crave it again." His lips brushed her neck, just for a second - before he bit her. Not soft. Not brutal. But just enough to sting, enough to leave a mark. Zariah gasped, frozen. He pulled back just a little. "This-" he said, brushing his thumb over the fresh mark on her neck, "-is the first of many."

Valeska is exhausted by life. Drowning in bills, dead-end jobs, and the weight of loneliness, she's desperate for change. When she lands a live-in housekeeper position at one of the city's most luxurious estates, it feels like the chance she's been waiting for-a clean slate and a quiet place to breathe again. Luca is refined, sinfully intelligent, and dangerously charming. Every word that leaves his lips is measured, every glance deliberate. Temptation in a tailored suit with a handsome smile. Enzo is dark, unpredictable, and impossible to ignore. His presence hums with danger, his stare burns like a threat and he's already decided Valeska belongs to him... and he's daring anyone to say otherwise. Valeska tries to keep her distance, but their world pulls her in filled with tension and temptation she's never known before. Their attention is overwhelming, their power intoxicating. The brothers take what they want. The brothers own what they desire. And what they desire is her. *** ⚠️ Trigger Warning: This story contains strong language, mature themes, and explicit scenes intended for readers 18+. Reader discretion is advised.

Arabella She's just three and doesn't remember anything about the outside world. Her world is confined to the little cell where she lives with her mother. After the mother dies, anything but a kind man saves her and takes her in. She's new to the feelings of being cared for and she's scared about the new family she's about to live with. Read about the Ferrari family and the little princess they saved. Sneak Peak - I smile at her and get up from the bed, still holding her. "Good morning, baby. How did you sleep?" I ask while kissing her forehead. "Good." She says and her face comes up and kisses me on my forehead, her tiny hands holding my face. She's copying me.

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐤𝐚 𝐡𝐚𝐢 𝐡𝐚𝐫 𝐬𝐮 𝐚𝐬𝐚𝐫 𝐏𝐡𝐢𝐫 𝐤𝐲𝐮𝐧 𝐦𝐮𝐣𝐡𝐤𝐨 𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐭𝐚 𝐡𝐚𝐢 𝐝𝐚𝐫 𝐓𝐞𝐫𝐚 𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐚 𝐩𝐲𝐚𝐫 𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐫 𝐏𝐡𝐢𝐫 𝐤𝐲𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐮𝐣𝐡𝐤𝐨 𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐭𝐚 𝐡𝐚𝐢 𝐝𝐚𝐫 . . . "𝐑𝐮𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐞... But what about his promises to her? Will he break them-or break her?" . A short story. . 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝: 𝟏𝟔.𝟎𝟏.𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟓 | 𝐅𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝: 𝟏𝟗.𝟎𝟔.𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟓