Based off the comic 'Beauty and the Beasts' this is my own spinoff of the world of beast men. It will follow most main events with a few minor changes to plot. The story follows Riley who is having a good time with her friend when she finds herself lost in an unknown world full of beast men and primitive designs? She isn't sure what to make of it and is half convinced that this is all a coma dream. When push comes to shove will she adapt to this new world or fall behind stuck in her usual ways?

Dean blinked, not quite understanding. "Sick how?" Rosie pressed a hand to her chest. Pain flared beneath her palm. Sharp now. Wrong. "I'm sick," she repeated. Dean stepped forward immediately. "Okay. I'll take you home. You'll feel better tomorrow." The gentleness in his voice broke her. "No, Dean." Her knees weakened. Beau caught her elbow. "Rosie." She looked at them both through tears. For weeks, she had imagined telling them. Not like this. Never like this. Not in a bar with music pounding and her heart beating irregularly in her chest. UNDER EDITING! Dean Di Laurentis x Oc x Beau Maxwell (Poly) "Jesus, all three of you need a cold shower." -Dexter

Completed • First Draft - not edited. || "You gonna sit there all night?" Luka glances at me, smirking. I glare back. "I was enjoying the last few seconds of peace before having to spend an evening pretending to like you." "That's funny," he says, unbuckling his seatbelt. "Why?" I snap. "Because I was thinking the same thing." || The rules? Easy enough. 1. Pretend to be the perfect couple. 2. Keep it professional. 3. And whatever you do, don't. catch. feelings. Simple, right? Sofia Calloway never planned on going viral for throwing a drink in Luka Mikhaylov's face. But one video, one pissed-off hockey star, and one furious university later... she's suddenly stuck in a fake relationship with the guy she can't stand. He needs to clean up his image before the NHL draft. She needs the free tuition that comes with the deal. All they have to do is smile for the cameras, hold hands at the games, and act like they don't want to strangle each other. Then come the late-night arguments that last too long. The stolen glances that feel too dangerous. The moment where "pretend" starts looking way too real. Because when you break the rules, someone's bound to lose. And this time, it might be both of them.

Liliana has always had a bad life. Ever since she was five, her mother would date the wrong people who would corrupt her, and she was the one who always got hurt. The abuse was usually mental, but then Liliana turned ten, and that's when it became physical. Four years later, she finds out that her mom died in a car accident and has to go live with her older brothers who she has no memory of. Will her brothers welcome's her with open arms? Will she learn to let them in? Will they find out the truth of her childhood? TRIGGER WARNING: includes abuse and mental health like anxiety, depression, and self harm

After waiting seven years for a marriage that was endlessly delayed, Shen Li is stunned when her fiancé drunkenly trades their imperial wedding decree to his feared uncle, Prince Rui. Betrayed but unwilling to break, she accepts the decree and prepares to marry the cold war prince instead. As the capital mocks the scandal, even her former mother-in-law chooses Shen Li's side - sending wedding gifts for her new marriage and silently admitting her son never deserved her.

Six months. That's all the time I have before my head rolls onto the executioner's block. Dying choking on spicy instant noodles was a pathetic way to go, but waking up as Ilse de Varannes? That's a death sentence. In the original novel, Ilse isn't the heroine. She isn't even the villainess. She's the brainless, loyal sidekick the girl destined to be butchered just for being the "troublemaker" (instigator) of her best friend's shitty schemes. I used to be a Public Relation staff. My entire life was damage control, narrative-spinning, and cleaning up messes. So, I have a plan: tame my impulsive best friend, dodge the Crown Prince like the plague, and ghost the imperial palace before the military cleans house. Simple, right? Wrong. My strategy didn't account for the Duke d'Alençon. The Grand Commander of the military. Brother of Prince, The cold-blooded monster who's literally supposed to sign my death warrant in the final chapter. He's not ignoring me like he's "supposed" to. He's cornering me in dark hallways. He's gripping my wrists tight enough to bruise. He's looking at me with those damn icy eyes like he knows exactly what I'm up to and he finds it fascinating. "You're in too deep, Ilse. And I don't have the habit of letting go of what I've already claimed."

Valentina Williams that is the girls name of this story, or at least she thought it was. Turns out that her whole life is a lie. Her real name was Valentina Hernandez. Valentina finds out her whole life has been a lie when her 'parents' died. What happens when Valentina finds out that her parents aren't her real parents and she gets her real life back. Without people that beat and starve her everyday. How will she cope with all this new information? Will she tell her real family what happened with her? Will she trust these new people around her? Will she uncover all the secrets? Are these new people going to abuse her the same way the others did? If you want an answer, go read the story. It's a good one. xx also trigger warning, talked about abuse, self harm, ed, hate,.. (First few chapters aren't the best but it gets better later on)

I was Lady Valentina Avington, the beautiful, wicked, and narcissistic villainess of a novel. When I recalled memories of my past life, I decided I wanted everything the heroine had. Using my knowledge of the future, I became a fake saint, the successor to my house, the future queen, and won over the male leads. When the novel began, all I had to do was dispose of the female lead. Yet nothing was as it seemed, and before I knew it, my perfect facade fell to pieces. "You're not who I thought you were." "I despise you, Sister." "It's revolting to even look at you." Call it ambition or greed, I would get what I wanted, by any means necessary. No matter the cost, I would definitely win. No need to like me, I have no excuses. Will you be cheering for my downfall, like the rest of them? *** Updates weekly.

Hestia del Rosario is a powerful noblewoman born from proud house of the Rosario Marchiony. She is known for tormenting her own daughter for the simple reason of... not being born a boy. In the original story, she died a brutal death at the hands of her husband: the Duke himself. Her daughter? Left to rot in the woods... until the female lead finds her and raises her as her own. I was just your ordinary about to be transmigrated girl before I died. But then i suddenly woke up and became the abusive, spoiled, and "evil mother" who died in chapter three! Getting poisoned by my husband? No way! Letting my daughter be taken away by a kind-hearted commoner? Well it can't be helped! She is the Female Lead, who can resist such charm?! But dying again? Absolutely not! "Your grace please don't hurt me" "Your grace I'm sorry, I won't do it again!" "Mommy...?" "Mom, where are you going?" "Mom, please don't leave me here with Dad. I want to go with you!" If I want to survive in this story, I have to rewrite the role I've been given before the main plot catches up to me. All I need to do is not abuse my daughter, do not blackmail the Duke because of my family's fame and connections, not be evil, and maybe, just maybe, I'll avoid my death. ...Hopefully. "Who says that we're getting divorced?" "We don't even love each other! I want to get married to a man that I love!" "Then love me, can't you do that?" First the child doesn't need the Female Lead, now my husband is clinging onto me? Date started: August 3, 2025 Date Finished: February 27, 2026 🏆 Rank 12 at Fantasy-Romance

This is not a love story. It's about a girl, who no longer wants to shine in the spotlight. A girl who no longer wants to be the villain. A girl who no longer wants her husband. A girl who finally took off her blindfold, and embrace her second chance.