~She was the storm they never saw coming - and the fire they'll never recover from~ It started on Halloween night. A short skirt. Six pairs of hungry eyes. One kiss lit the fuse. And from that moment on, Kaia wasn't theirs to share - She was theirs to claim. In the shadows of Hogwarts, they broke every rule: Stolen nights behind enchanted doors, silencing charms, whispered names against skin. They were Slytherin's golden boys - rich, dangerous, off-limits. And Kaia? The one girl they refused to let go. No one could know. Not their families. Not the school. But after graduation, they vanished - To another country. To freedom. To a cliffside house where they didn't have to hide the way they touched her... Where she never had to choose between them. ⸻ ⚠️ Warnings: Reverse Harem • Possessive Slytherins • Secret Poly Relationship • Forbidden Romance • Obsession • Jealousy • Silencing Charms • Slow Burn to Sinful Heat • No Love Triangles, No Choosing, Just Them All (All rights reserved. The rights of the characters and maybe some other stuff belong to J.K. Rowling, I'm only borrowing them for my story)

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

Frida died on the battlefield with no family to mourn her-only a comrade she saved, and a quiet hope that she might see the man she loved but never confessed to. He too had perished in war. A soldier. An orphan. A soul full of quiet regrets. Her only comfort in life? The stories she devoured in secret-especially the ones about loved daughters finally finding a place to belong. But fate had something stranger in store. When she wakes again, it's not her body she returns to-but that of Nej, the veiled, forgotten princess from the last novel she read. Scarred, unloved, and pushed aside-a tragic villainess who had once moved Frida's heart. Now, somehow, Frida is inside her. But it's not just reincarnation. It's inheritance. Nej, it seems, had turned back time-returning to the moment she was scarred by her mother's blade. Too broken to face her past again, she summoned the one soul who had mourned her in silence: Frida. A girl who shared her pain. A girl who also bore a scar from her first battle. A girl who would take her place. Now, with both their memories tangled inside her, Frida-as-Nej carries more than just a royal name. She carries two lifetimes of sorrow, and a vow to break the cycle: She will fulfill Nej's unspoken regrets. She will reclaim her own life. And she will shatter the gilded cage of royalty-sword in hand. Because this time, she's not living for duty or death. She's living for freedom.

My Boyfriend seemed awfully close with his secretary and when I questioned him about it he sent me to work under a serial killer and told me to find evidence against him To top it off, he sent me to the city which gives me nightmares

Aurelia Keynes was born to rule. As the eldest daughter of House Keynes, the most powerful ducal family in the empire, she should have had it all: rare magic, unmatched beauty, and a position just shy of royalty. But behind the facade, it was her younger sister, Aterina, who held the family's love... and the crown prince's heart. Behind the splendour and silk, Aurelia's life was nothing more than a stage. Her obsession led to cruelty. Her cruelty led to disgrace. Consumed by jealousy, Aurelia's obsession turned her into the villainess history would never forget. Her execution was meant to be her end..... But death never came. Instead, Aurelia wakes up in her childhood bedroom. The past has not yet happened - but she remembers every bitter, bloody moment. This time, she refuses to become their villainess. She won't beg, chase, or break. If she must die again- She refuses to die a villainess.

After I died in the modern world I was born in a magical realm with scheming nobles, magical creatures, and a magic academy straight out of hogwarts. Still I miss the internet. Also... I'm pretty sure I'm a villainess. Original work

I was reincarnated as the supporting character of a novel. As a wingwoman in a depressing romance novel titled at that. Romance is out of the question, and the future of my family is ominous because of debt. I was going to become a civil servant to gain some of the splendor I never got in my last life...but the male love interests are acting kind of strange?! "Just think about it, does Shushu look like someone who would blush and act shy?" "Wow.......that would be great." Cory said as he stared at Hylli in a daze, and Yves frowned and whispered to himself. "Should I just kidnap her......." Swan wrapped his face with both of his hands and stayed quiet. His face turned bright red. The blush turned his ears red. Why are you guys fooling around, you're supposed to be obsessing over the heroine. The story of Shuraina West, Shushu's reverse harem academy survival. Note: Ojakgyo means wingman/woman!

In a world of silk gowns, inherited wealth, and unspoken rules, perfection is a performance-and no one performs better than her. Married into a prestigious aristocratic family, she's the model wife: elegant, composed, and quietly intelligent. For eight years, she endures the subtle cruelty of high society, the cold dismissiveness of her parents, and the calculated apathy of a husband who only sees her as a social asset. She plays her part-until the day she walks in on him in bed with her younger sister. But this betrayal is not a beginning. It is the end of her patience. Unknown to them, she has already been collecting evidence: conversations, confessions, financial corruption, and the quiet complicity of every family member who turned a blind eye. Armed with her knowledge of technology and a mask of obedience, she launches an anonymous online forum-a slow, deliberate unraveling of two dynasties hiding centuries of rot beneath velvet and lace. As secrets spill and empires fall, the woman they dismissed becomes the force they cannot trace or tame. Reputation is their currency, and she's burning it all to the ground. This is not a story of revenge. This is the story of a woman reclaiming her voice- And forcing the world to finally hear it.

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.