I was just a normal girl obsessed with romance novels... until I woke up in one. Suddenly, I'm Arielle-the tragic mother nobody wanted. Married to a cold CEO, with four ridiculously handsome sons, and enemies lurking at every corner. The problem? I remember how this story ends... and I refuse to be a forgotten plot device. Now, I must survive: A husband who's suddenly noticing me Sons who are way too perfect and way too curious Fiancées who are secretly plotting And an actress who wants my life Acting skills, genre knowledge, and a lot of panicking are my only weapons. The question is... can a girl survive this chaos without losing her sanity? Or... will she rewrite the story entirely... while stealing the hearts of every male lead In sight

Unrealistic and impossible... Rose didn't even believe in God... yet she's experienced a miracle. A second chance. Magic became apart of biology and science. Nobility and politics weaved themselves like grape vines around her world. Rose found herself at the top of society, a perfect story with endless possibilities. But this story might be pushing her to die. (note: this story will be undergoing serious editing and revisions, both to plot and grammar. I will not be taking down any of the chapters during this process so please proceed at your own discretion. The placements in chapters may cause confusion, and I apologize for the inconvenience. I look forward to this story in a completely revised state. Thank you!)

Synopsis: When Linnea, a fiercely practical modern-day corporate powerhouse, is dropped into a primitive Beastworld, she does what any good CEO would do: she monopolizes the local economy, invents high fashion, and accidentally acquires a harem of five terrifying (but hopelessly devoted) apex predators. Managing a 112-year-old snake, a 19-year-old tiger prodigy, a dramatic silver wolf, an aristocratic eagle, and an overly eager merfolk prince is the ultimate test of middle management. Throw in a magical, multi-species baby boom, hostile corporate takeovers (read: bear and hyena attacks), and toddlers who can shapeshift, and Linnea must use every strategy in her arsenal to keep her feral family in line and her trading empire booming. It's not just a Beastworld romance; it's a masterclass in corporate governance! (I really enjoy creating this story. It's so much fun imagining so many chaotic characters in this beautiful family.- SellyDMelly)

Emriana travels to the Kingdom of Ekudal to sell her paintings but gets more than she bargained for when she catches the eyes of the triplets Princes of Ekudal known for being heartless cold-blooded murderers. But here's the catch, she doesn't realize who they are...

It was funny when I read other novels that portray people getting sucked out in a novel or an otome game. Until that happened to me. I wake up, groggy and feeling a bit heavy. My vision was yet to arrive when a sudden pain came from my stomach. And a child was born. From me. I don't know if I'll freak out and cry or just accept the fact that I died and was reborn. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*- Hey guys, oh and girls!!! Thanks for taking a chance to read my book!! You won't regret it, I promise! Anyways, all names and places or even events are pure FICTION and any similarities about people or events are just coincidences. My English is not that good, but you can still understand it so please bear with my grammatical errors and spellings. Thank you!!!!!

She was the villainess who died loving the wrong prince. Now? She's got one rule: NO MORE ROYALS. In her first life, she was hopelessly obsessed with Duncan Davenford, Crown Prince of Ashtor. She chased him, humiliated herself, and turned into the girl everyone loved to whisper about. The villainess who fell too hard and crashed even harder. But fate gave her a second chance. This time, she's staying far away from the palace, the crowns, the drama and especially from heartbreak. All she wants is a peaceful, prince-free life. Too bad the universe is a troll. Because now there's another Crown Prince. He's cold, quiet, and way too attractive for her own good. And worse? He doesn't look at her like she's the villain. He looks at her like she's the story. And maybe this time, she is. ≿━━━━༺❀༻━━━━≾ Book Cover Illustrated by Mitoxicity Art Date Started: July 22, 2025 Status: On-going

With their hearts finally laid bare, Duchess Alaina Aisenburg and Duke Ezran step into a new chapter of their marriage-one no longer bound by duty alone, but by shared desire, trust, and growing affection. As their relationship deepens, Alaina's café continues to flourish, becoming a warm refuge within the capital where nobles and commoners alike gather over lovingly prepared meals. Through her food, Alaina builds connection, comfort, and quiet influence-proving once more that a single dish can mend more than hunger. Yet love, once found, does not come without cost. Tested by intrigue and danger, Alaina and Ezran must learn that love requires more than passion and promises. It will take unity, courage, and strength beyond the kitchen to protect what they hold dear. Volume 2 explores the richness of marriage after confession-where romance is no longer tentative, but fiercely claimed, and where even the warmest kitchens cannot fully shield the heart from the world beyond. ✨ An isekai fantasy adult romance where love simmers, passion deepens, and every victory is earned-together. [ WARNING! There will be a few chapters with graphic sex scenes. I will mark them as R-18 for those that want to skip. Otherwise, read at your own risk! ] NOTE: THIS IS BOOK 2 of "My Lady Chef" .

"...Is she feverish?" Harlow asked flatly. "I'm not feverish." I snapped. "You're babbling about falling out of the sky and magical doors," Harlow countered. "And your pupils are unfocused." "They are not unfocused!" Beladora stepped closer and cupped my cheeks, turning my face toward the light. "Oh, sweetheart... your eyes are a little glassy." I pulled my face back, groaning. "I'm not sick!" Harlow folder her arms. "Bel, get the thermometer." My jaw dropped. "Absolutely not." Beladora smiled warmly. Too warmly. "Absolutely yes." Harlow lifted me from the chair with one arm, like I weighed the same as a scarf and deposited me on her hip. (Picture from pinterst: @esterscanon)

They once called her the Mad Dog of the South - the spoiled, short-tempered daughter of Duke Mortane. Feared by nobles, hated by the people, and foolishly obsessed with the Crown Prince who never loved her. Betrayed by her uncle. Framed by a false saint. Abandoned by the man she destroyed herself for. She died cursing her own foolishness... until the gods granted her one final mercy- to return to the past, one year before her ruin. This time, she'll play their game with her eyes open. She'll protect what's hers, crush those who deceived her, and rise from the ashes of her former self. Because this time... the villainess doesn't seek redemption-she rewrites her story.

Waking up in pain and cold always sucks. But then having to navigate a world that doesn't have indoor plumbing or even a stove might just be worse. Will Kyasha be able to do the things she loves, or will the men she love not let her. Let's see.