"You're shaking," he murmured, his palm cupping her heat with a heavy, possessive weight that made her knees give way. He didn't just touch her; he staked a claim, his fingers sliding in her folds with a slow, agonizing deliberation that demanded her absolute focus. "You're suffocating me," she panted, her hands clutching his shoulders as the relentless friction turned her blood to liquid fire. "I am keeping you where you belong," he growled, his teeth sinking into the curve of her shoulder as his other hand came at her until she was nothing but a pulse against his hand. She was sent as a political bride, a living apology, a pawn meant to wither beneath the weight of an unforgiving empire. He was a ruler forged by betrayal, untouched by warmth, and sworn never to need a woman by his side. Their marriage was meant to be a sentence-hers to endure, his to ignore. But when a woman expected to break instead reaches the heart of an emperor, the empire itself begins to crack. In a world of crowns, bloodlines, and ruthless power, this is the story of a bride who was never meant to live... and the emperor who was never meant to love. 1st of the dragonbound crown series

​​God gathered the holy. Hell reaped the damned. Aria was the breath that went unnoticed. ​In the charred remains of World, she is the "Incomplete"-a human without a spark, a hollow vessel ignored by both Heaven and Hell. To the demons who now inherit the earth, she is a ghost, a remnant of a broken creation so insignificant that even Judgment forgot her name. She is a shadow that does not cast a light, a girl whose presence is a mistake in the Book of Life. ​Until Kael. ​The Fallen General of Fire does not seek a soul to save. He seeks a sanctuary. He requires a body that can endure the inferno of his touch without turning to ash, a shield against the very chaos he was born to unleash. ​As the tapestry of the universe begins to unravel into a cold, eternal Silence, Aria will find that in a world being unmade, the only thing that remains is the one who was never truly there. ​When existence is turned to dust, only the Void endures. ​Warning: Contains dark themes, possessive anti-hero, and explicit content. *** ​🔞🔞🔞 ​Trigger warning: ​This book contains coarse language, physical and psychological violence, and explicit sexual descriptions. It may also offend religious sensibilities. This is not a story for sensitive readers or those seeking a light, safe read. Read at your own risk. ​🔞🔞🔞

Everyone loved the "pure and perfect" heroine-except me. I was just a reader who got sick of watching the tragic villainess twin be humiliated, heartbroken, and killed for daring to want love. So, I tossed the book in the trash... and woke up as her. With a sassy system, twisted fate, and a burning grudge, I'm done playing the role of the jealous loser. Now? The villain chases after me like a man starved. The male lead can't stop falling in love. And the heroine? She's not so beloved anymore. I'll rewrite this story-and this time, the villainess gets everything. Watch out, world. I'm not here to survive. I'm here SLAY

Ceres was the villain in her half-sister Ciena's love story, doing everything to sabotage their relationship. On their wedding day, she arrived in a gown grander than the bride's, basking in the chaos she caused. But fate had other plans. Outside the church, a runaway truck barreled toward the crowd. She should have been safe-until she saw a little girl in danger. Without hesitation, she saved the child, only to be struck and killed herself. Instead of hell, she woke up as the widowed Empress of a crumbling kingdom-a woman with her face but none of her privilege. Once a spoiled brat, she now had to rule a dying empire. Could she rise as a true Empress, or was she doomed to fall once more?

[Completed] Eleanor Blake was just an ordinary college student with an extraordinary obsession: dark romance novels, especially the twisted R18+ mafia tale Kingdom of Ash and Sin. But after a freak accident, she finds herself thrust into the blood-soaked pages of her favourite book, waking up not as a spectator... but as Elaine De Silva, the villainess doomed to die in 2 weeks! Armed with nothing but her fangirl knowledge and stubborn determination, Eleanor is set on one goal: survive. Rewrite the story. Live. Easy, right? Wrong. Because her new fiancé, the dangerously magnetic mafia don Luca Moretti, isn't playing by the book. He's darker, deadlier, and far more obsessed with her than the original plot ever hinted at. "Elaine, you're mine. I'll kill anyone who tries to take you from me." Wait... what? You were supposed to kill me, not fall in love! When did the story change? Now, caught in a world of betrayal, bullets, and brooding men in suits, Eleanor must outsmart the plot she thought she knew. Because if she wants to survive this story... She'll have to rewrite the ending herself. __________________________________ Book #1 of the I Became... Series. Can be read as a standalone. __________________________________ #1 in villainess (18/07/25) #1 in brokenengagement (20/07/25) #1 in reincarnation (21/07/25) #1 in transmigration (01/08/25) #4 in rebirth (28/07/25) #6 in humor (30/07/25) #1 in yandere (01/08/25) #1 in possessive (03/08/25) #1 in secondchance (02/08/25) #1 in strongfemalelead (02/08/25) #1 in obsession (07/08/25) #2 in mafia (08/08/25) #1 in aristocracy (17/08/25)

[COMPLETE] I died from overwork and woke up as the empire's most spoiled villainess-Lady Seraphina Valeria. In the novel, she was executed for trying to poison the saintly heroine. I have no plans of dying again, thank you very much. My new plan? Avoid the heroine, outsmart the prince, and strike a deal with the mysterious black-market mage everyone fears. Unfortunately, the story doesn't like being rewritten-and the "villainess" everyone hates might just become its biggest glitch. If fate wants me dead again, it'll have to try harder.

Alexandria was just a regular high school student-until she woke up in the body of the villainess from the internet novel her best friend had written. A villainess doomed to die at the tender age of sixteen, no matter who the heroine ends up with. Now trapped in a world of extravagant gowns, scheming nobles, and an overcomplicated plot, Alexandria has only one goal: to survive. Her plan? Avoid the novel's characters at all costs and rewrite her fate into a peaceful, uneventful life-even if it means flipping the story upside down. But fate seems to have other plans. From coincidental meetings with key characters to unraveling secrets she was never meant to know, Alexandria's carefully laid plans start crumbling faster than a dry biscuit in soup. Will she manage to dodge the death flags looming over her, or is destiny determined to keep her story on track?

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!

ENGLISH An orphaned high school girl trying to live a normal life was caught up in a bullying issue which made her high school life difficult. One time when she was trying to save a classmate from being bullied, she accidentally slipped and fell to her demise. She then, woke up the next morning in an unfamiliar castle, face and body. Panicking and hysterical, she finds her way through the large castle and realizes she is in the novel that she read as the main villainess who will die in the near future, specifically four years from the present, after the main lead appears. Having no choice and wanting to live for as long as she can in her new life, she strives to win over the people who have the possibility of killing her in the near future. Will she be able to live her life peacefully as the next empress of the nation? Or will she dies like the cruel villainess in the novel that she read? (Updates on Weekends <3)

He wasn't just my best friend. He was my architect. Ela Miller is "clumsy." She's the girl who loses her keys, fails her bio-labs, and relies on her genius best friend, Liam Vance, to keep her world upright. When their parents leave them alone for a month during a record-breaking storm, Liam offers to teach her the "lessons" she's missed out on-how to kiss, how to touch, how to know a man. But as the rain pours, the "puppy-eyed" boy-next-door starts to slip. Every touch is too practiced. Every "accidental" encounter feels like a trap. And the security cameras in the house? They aren't for her protection. They're for his viewing. Ela thinks she's the teacher. She has no idea she's the prey. By the time the sun comes out, Liam doesn't just want her heart. He wants her name, her future, and every breath she takes. He's been planning this for twenty-one years. And he's tired of playing nice. He didn't become obsessed because he didn't understand love-he became obsessed because he thought he understood it too well. Growing up, he saw a kind of love that felt safe, constant, and complete, and somewhere along the way, he started believing that this was the only way life could feel whole. So when he met her, he didn't just see a person-he saw the possibility of recreating that same world. And slowly, without even realizing it, his love turned into something heavier... something that needed to hold on too tightly, just to feel secure. She wasn't unaware-she was just never taught to trust herself. Growing up, every decision was made for her, every mistake corrected, every thought quietly replaced by someone else's "better" way. So when he stepped in to guide her, it didn't feel like control... it felt familiar. He didn't take her independence away-she had never really learned to hold onto it in the first place. And when care starts to look like control, it becomes almost impossible to tell the difference.