When nineteen year old Nikolai Wynn, an orphan with nothing but resilience, applies for a live in nanny job, he never expects to end up in the mansion of Lysander Vale, a stoic billionaire and single father of five year old twins. Between chaotic mornings, bedtime stories, and soft laughter filling cold halls, Nikolai slowly becomes more than just the twins' caretaker, he becomes the warmth their home had long forgotten. And behind Lysander's silence, there's a man learning how to love again. As boundaries blur and hearts begin to heal, Nikolai and Lysander discover that family isn't always bound by blood, it's the people who choose to stay. ˗ˏˋੈ♡ genre: romance, boys love language: english status: completed ended: nov. 03, 2025 📝 : this story is a rough draft, which means it's unedited.

The story takes place in ancient China. The day my elder sister was appointed Crown Princess, I volunteered to marry the sickly General Wei Shuhan. All of the capital laughed, saying I was picking up the trash my sister didn't want. On our wedding night, I smiled lightly at my coughing, blood-stained groom. "General, do you know you've been poisoned by three strange toxins?" When he gripped my throat, I spoke even more shocking words: "I wish to make a deal with you-wipe out my family for me, and I'll cure your poison and extend your life." By the flickering candlelight, his eyes turned crimson. "And if I refuse?" I brushed my hand across his chest. "Then the general will have no choice but to enter the underworld as a virgin." Later, when the poison flared up, he pressed me against the medicine vat, his burning breath brushing my ear. "The third poison... could it be a love curse?"

After transmigrating into a historical novel, Wen Mian expected at least a decent role. Instead, she became a low-ranking palace maid. Other maids read their masters' expressions and survive through clever schemes. Wen Mian, however, only stares back blankly. [Why are you looking at me? I didn't do anything.] Fine. If she couldn't play palace politics, she would simply endure her years of service and leave the palace at twenty-five. That was the plan. Until the emperor suddenly chose her to be his personal maid. Serving the emperor is like serving a tiger. On her very first day, Wen Mian had already begun composing the epitaph on her future grave. *** Emperor Zhaoyan has a secret. Since ascending the throne, he has been able to hear the thoughts of everyone around him. Ministers plotting rebellion. Consorts smiling while hiding daggers. Endless schemes echo through his mind every day, making the Forbidden City colder than ever. During a harem interrogation, he prepares to expose the guilty- Until a different voice suddenly appears in his mind. [Why are you still looking at me? Never mind... I'm hungry.] [I want red bean milk rolls... roast duck... roast goose...] Emperor Zhaoyan: ... In the cold palace, this one girl's chaotic thoughts become the only warmth he hears. And this time, he refuses to let her go. *** (Mini Theater) Wen Mian expressionlessly pulls her hand out from beneath the apricot-yellow silk quilt. Her hand is... wet. Emperor Zhaoyan's voice turns hoarse. "Since things have come this far, you belong to me now. You cannot leave the palace. My beloved, stay here with me. I will never mistreat you." Wen Mian glares at him. "Your Majesty... are you trying to steal someone's future wife?"

A transition from the perfect for her loving father and controlling brother to the mistress of the house. "You will hold your body still, no matter what I do to it. If you break, if you falter, if you try to resist... you will be punished." Her heart pounds, but something deep within her stirs. There is no fear here. Only the dark pull of desire, the need to be tested, to feel the sharp sting of her limits being pushed. She nods, her voice steady. "I understand, Daddy." Father's arms wrapped around her then, pulling her back into him, his chest a solid, unyielding presence behind her. He was so close that she could feel his breath against her neck, feel the steady rise and fall of his chest. She tilted her head back into him, her body surrendering to the warmth of his embrace. Leo, not far behind, closed the distance, pulling her even tighter between them. His hands slid down her back, his touch strong and familiar. She felt the heat of their bodies, the steady pressure of their hands on her skin, an anchor, a reminder of where she belonged. "You are ours," Father whispered again, the words wrapping around her like a promise. "And we are yours." Leo's fingers brushed through her hair, the gesture light and reverent. "Yes," he agreed, his voice firm with the certainty of it. "We'll never let you go."

A modern woman transmigrates as a Crown Princess, drafting a fake-marriage contract with a lethal general and a brilliant scholar to survive court politics. But instead of honoring the business deal, her dangerous husbands join forces to ruthlessly conquer her heart. "A masterclass in tactical seduction. You'll never look at a contract the same way again."

A Note to My Readers: This novel explores complex and, at times, dark relationship dynamics. It features a possessive and toxic relationship and includes specific kinks, such as the use of the term "Daddy." This is a fictional work, and these elements are integral to the story I have chosen to tell. I have received feedback from readers who are uncomfortable with these themes, but as the story is already complete, it will not be changed. If this content is not for you, I sincerely and respectfully encourage you to choose another book. My goal is for readers who enjoy these tropes to find the story, and for those who do not, to avoid it. Thank you for your respect and understanding. Xander's voice, low and soothing, broke the silence. "Baby, what's your name?" Charlie's eyes fluttered up, meeting Xander's gentle gaze. "C-Charlie," he stammered. Xander's lips curved into a warm smile. "Charlie," he whispered, the name rolling off his tongue like a prayer. He found Charlie's hesitant response adorable, sparking a deep affection within him. As they spoke, their voices intertwined, creating a symphony of connection. Xander felt relief wash over him, knowing Charlie was beginning to open up. "Your name suits you perfectly," Xander said, his eyes crinkling at the corners. Charlie's eyes never left Xander's face. He sensed sincerity in Xander's words, and a fragile thread of trust began to weave between them. "Charlie, you're safe now," Xander whispered, his breath caressing Charlie's skin. The promise filled Charlie with comfort, and he longed to believe in this vampire's words.

✓✓|Book 3|✓✓ [18+] Donovans and Fernandezs. These two families have been through enough, especially for the mothers. When the parents are friends and business partners, it was a matter of time before their own children follow in their footsteps. Their the young terrorists as Emiliano tends to call them all. Except focusing on the three eldest sons of both families. What kind of things will they get themselves into?

[Book 2]✓ 18+ Audience. Mature Themes. Kind, honest,humble, sweet, polite and absolutely beautiful. Hard faced, sometimes scary, but a good father. These two weren't even ment to meet. He is a Sucessful Entrepreneur that's in a whole different league to this assistant of a Fashion Agency. How they met? Well that's another story that I'm about to tell. Strap in cause it's going to be wild ride of lust, admittance, angst, ex-wife having problems, and ex-husband and currently the world richest man is about remarry and be with the new mother of her once motherless and neglected sons. And she isn't happy...But trust me when I say don't fuck with the kind spirit fashion assistant who already has his own shit to deal with.

Chu Siyang is from the 21st century. She was killed in an car accident that was planned by her stepmother in order to get her inheritance for her own children. When Chu Siyang woke up, she found out that she has transmigrated into the Lin Family's young miss, Lin Yixin. Unfortunately for Chu Siyang, a decree from the Emperor was sent to the Lin Family, decreeing that Lin Yixin would marry the Crown Prince, LingYi. The real trouble starts now because the Crown Prince already has a lover and is persistent on marrying his love one and not Lin Yixin. * This is my second story and warning to reader-sama that there are grammar mistakes as English is not my language.

I never thought my obsession with manga could become my reality... until I woke up in the body of Aphrodite Callista "Cally" Sinclair-the so-called villainess everyone loved to hate. In the original story, Cally's life was nothing but a stepping stone for Aphrodite Calle, the maid, and the Grand Duke's love story. She was betrayed by the man she trusted, abandoned by fate, and doomed to die tragically, leaving her family heartbroken and powerless. But I'm not her-I'm Athena Rose De Guzman, a soldier from the modern world. And I refuse to die in a fantasy story that isn't mine. Now, trapped in a world of ballrooms, dukedoms, and political schemes, I have one goal: survive. I may be a villainess by name, but I refuse to live by the script of someone else's story. I'll outwit the Grand Duke, avoid a tragic end, and reclaim my freedom... even if it means exposing the love affair between him and the maid, Aphrodite Calle, to the world. But surviving isn't simple. The court is a maze of secrets, rivalries, and power plays. Niobe Vantor, the rival noblewoman, has her own ambitions, and Hades Blackthorn-cold, cunning, and dangerous-is always one step away from destroying everything I hold dear. And then there's Zeus Knox, the crown prince-a tyrant on the battlefield and a storm of a man off it. He's arrogant, intimidating, and infuriating... and somehow, I find myself drawn to him. Not to mention Apollo Montclair, a dashing, powerful duke whose charm, wit, and cunning rival even Zeus himself. Love, loyalty, and deception collide in ways I never expected. This is my story now. The villainess will live. The rules will change. And maybe, just maybe, I'll rise from the shadows of tragedy to become the crown princess I was never meant to be.