She's a wild, free spirit who sees the good in everyone, and he's the hardened, bad-tempered loner who wants nothing to do with her-yet no matter how hard he tries to push her away, she's the one temptation he can't escape. *** He's never met someone with such a bubbly personality. Not to mention the wildness and odd phrases she says every five minutes. He hates it. He hates how he can't stay away from it. He hates what she does to him; it's not like him to chase after some girl. She gets under his skin like no other. She's never met someone with such a bad attitude. He's ill-mannered and menacing. The glare never seems to leave his face. Considering it all, she can't help but feel the attraction toward him. Dangerous attraction toward a seemingly dangerous man. Maybe it's the tattoos on his arm that gets her attention. Or maybe it's because she can tell there's hope for good under his rough exterior. And she's about to find it, whether he likes it or not. It's no secret that the two of them are complete and total opposites. *** "You like being called Sugar, don't you?" I tease, placing my toothbrush back after finishing. He does the same and gives me a side-eyed scowl. He grips my chin harshly and kisses me. My body temperature raises a good ten degrees and my right leg goes all wiggly. He pulls away. "You like it when I kiss you, don't you?" He teases the same way I did to him and I'm left blubbering. "I think both of our questions are rhetorical," I lower my voice up at him. His lip curls up into a smirk. *** #1 in Young Adult #9 in Badboy #1 in Cold #3 in Goodgirl #1 in Sweetheart #14 in Love *** *Warning* This story contains mature themes (language, scenes)

Laetitia Burnwick was a villain. Not because she dared to look the devil in the eyes, but because she dared to love him. She chose him. But the laurel wreath had never been on her head. Haedes Wargreaves loved someone else. She tried to destroy their love, only to regret it at the last second and die for it. Now, she is reborn. She knows about her fate and she wants to give up Haedes. Even though she still loves him. Even though it kills her. However, the opposite of fate is not choice. It's oblivion. And Haedes doesn't remember a thing. 𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔 NEW UPLOADS every two weeks on Thursdays, at 7 PM, EST Haedes and Laetitia endgame, but I promise you it is worth it! <3

❝𝐓𝐨 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭.❜❜ ╰➤ 𝐃.| Where two souls meet and bond for life. A KILLER PETER/PIETRO X F!OC FIC

How can you lose something you never have? When your own mother poisons you to gain pity from others, how should you feel? Why was I, the youngest, being married off? How could I care about something that was never mine? WARNING! Viewer discretion advised: Story contains adult content that is unsuitable for children. NOTE from the writer: I'm an amateur writer so please overlook plot holes, grammar issues, or anything else a story is supposed to have. This is my original story so... as the saying goes "if you have nothing nice to say, don't say anything at all".

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

[COMPLETED] "I want to run away from everything." Something clicked around her wrist, and Hui Yin looked down in surprise as Lu Shen bound their wrists together with handcuffs. "If you want to run away, take me with you," he said, his eyes dark. She was bullied, tricked, made fun of, and even killed. She thought he loved her, but he easily exchanged her for another woman. She thought the people around her were good, but they were the ones who stabbed her in the back. She was stupid, foolish, and innocent. That girl was dead. And now, she was reborn. Highest Ranking: #1 romance #1 chinese #1 rebirth #1 faceslap #1 cheating #1 revenge [Previous title: Revenge Sevenfold]

you transmigrate into your favorite webtoon and realize you and dohwa have a lot more in common than you thought operation true love. / baek dohwa x female y/n

❝ 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒐𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏 ❞ A fictional story of The fantasie of a Stepmother 𝒃𝒚 𝒇𝒍𝒆𝒖𝒓𝒎𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒏 In the candlelit corridors of the Kaiserreich Empire, Vivianne von Schoen moves like a whisper of spring - her sapphire eyes thoughtful, her gentle laughter rare. By moonlit peonies in the Neuschwanstein gardens, she and Jeremy von Neuschwanstein share silent confidences that taste of untold longing. Each stolen moment between shadows reveals a quiet heart yearning beyond duty's chain. So please, let them be together in this lifetime. 𝜗౿ started in july 10, 2025 𝜗౿  oc/jeremy von neuschwanstein 𝜗౿  slightly convenient plot modification 𝜗౿ no beta reader ! and english is not my first language

She was blamed for something she never did. Sent away. Forgotten. But years later, when Kiara Rathore walks back into the mansion that destroyed her - she's not that scared little girl anymore. She's the storm they created.

Inure: (v.) To accustom to accept something undesirable, evil, or painful. An other worldly girl is reincarnated as Queen Estella de Royalis, the villainess of a novel that is killed by her own husband. Having no other choice, she strives to save herself from that fate. However, the novel she read is not the reality she believed. ______ I tried on another, a red one this time. I twirl in its large skirt. "This one matches your eyes," I say as I spin. "This one too." I stop, putting my hands on my hips. "Are you going to order all of them?" "If I want to, yes, I will." He doesn't budge. I sigh, sitting next to him. "You know that you don't have to do this. I can go buy my own dresses." "I know, but I want to see you wear dresses that I chose. Besides, is it so wrong to want to spend time with you?" ______ Note: This is entirely my work. I want to see if I'm able to write something without a plot set up for me. I hope you like it!