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Throne of the Cursed by nazishkiran
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Ash Morvane - a half-feral, half-noble vampire, born from a forbidden union that should have never taken place. Bound by an ancient curse, he was raised without warmth, taught only to manipulate, dominate, and rule. Affection was foreign to him. Love? A myth. He has everything - power, fear, beauty, and control - yet he's untouched by love, believing he's cursed to never feel it or be worthy of it. Over time, he's forged himself into something unbreakable, so untouchable that even his father fears him. He cuts without hesitation and bleeds in silence, hiding his pain beneath an emotionless mask. Still, deep inside, he waits - for the curse to shatter, for someone bold enough to love him... and for the first time, maybe love him enough to make him feel human. "I cut without flinching and bleed without confessing-because weakness was never written in my blood."
General's Substitute Groom Is a Green Tea ( Female Alpha X Male Omega ) by wingsofmythical
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[ Adult Content] [ Female Alpha X Male Omega ] MO Qing, the capital's most beloved omega, is famed for his ethereal beauty and angelic demeanor. Everyone adores him and pities his tragic life under the thumb of his abusive family. But when he's forced to marry Katheryn Korshikov, the fearsome cruel General known for her ruthlessness, the entire city mourns his fate. Surely, the gentle flower will be devoured by the bloodthirsty alpha! His friends and admirers all sent him off with heavy hearts. MO Qing bid them farewell with a soft, sorrowful smile, his delicate figure trembling with emotion as he stepped into the carriage. The door shut, and the gentle sobbing outside faded into silence. Inside, MO Qing pulled out a handkerchief, dabbing at his eyes with a huff. "Damn it, my eyes are swollen," he muttered, his tone sharp and irritated. "I need to fix this fake tear solution before it ruins my face." Gone was the gentle, sorrowful expression-his face twisted into a smirk that could only belong to a seasoned green tea bitch. Copyright Notice: This story is my original work. All rights reserved. Unauthorized reproduction, copying, or distribution of this work, in part or whole, is strictly prohibited.