Classical Chinese dance student Mei Yanran found her first love between the pages of a online novel. When a traffic accident grants her one wish, she seizes the chance to transmigrate into the world of her favorite story! Bright, bold, and beautifully confident, Mei Yanran's determined to win the affections of resident side character Ling Fengxiao. But can pure personality and knowledge of the plot grant her a happy ending? What about that pesky prince who keeps trying to make a love triangle? Deaths in the capital, chaos in the courts; the path to love is rarely a straight and easy road! 『An original story by Ruyi － Work in Progress with minimal edits | Cover art by the talented _iraseugin on Twitter!』

[COMPLETELY DIFFERENT STORY] He was one of the most renowned General in ancient China. He knocked down the enemies with only 500 cavalries, merciless in the battlefield, and deserved the title of God of War. On the other side, he also possessed a good personality, a kind heart, and gentleness. He always hid his handsome features beneath his golden mask. Yet, a twisted fate led him to his calamity. With his last breath, the general gritted his teeth and swore, "I, Gao Chang Gong, will take revenge for all of my sufferings!" She was an ordinary girl from 21st century. Because of a certain ancient mask, her soul time-traveled to the Northern and Southern Dynasties era and entered a weak body of an unfavored second young miss in Prime Minister manor. "Those who dare to put my handsome General into calamity will suffer from an endless humility!" "General Gao, I'm one of your die-hard fans! Can you give me your autograph?" "Wife, how about you wear a mask too?" This is a sweet story about a transmigrated young lady and a rebirthed God of War. [This is an original story, not a translation.]

Determined to stay blissfully unmarried, Lady Angela Worthington hires club owner and secret matchmaker Gerard Stark to find a match for her best friend who plans on proposing to her. Love was always in the cards, she just never imagined it could be for her... ***** Angela Worthington has no intentions of finding a love match this season-she's far too busy planning a secret mission involving the Ramsbury Circus. So when she discovers her promising life as a spinster is threatened by her best friend, Spencer's plans to propose, she knows drastic measures are called for. To ward off Spencer's advances, she hires club owner Gerard Stark, who happens to be the mastermind behind a very hush-hush matchmaking service. But Stark's agreement to find Spencer a match comes at a price, and Angela finds herself quickly slipping out of her comfort zone. Angela has never longed for marriage, but there's something about the charming Mr. Stark that may be simply too hard to resist. [[Word count: 100,000 - 150,000]] Cover designed by Morgan Sangster Content/trigger warning: Contains mentions of sexual assault

*Book 3 in the Regency Series- can be read as a standalone.* Alexandra Whitlock grew up to be a romantic. However, upon her release into society at nineteen, she finds that it isn't all romance and balls. So, when she ventures to London at the ripe age of twenty for her first season, she is determined to not let anyone catch her eye. But, unfortunately, His Grace, Richard Kensington, Duke of Exeter throws a wrench in her plans. A devastatingly handsome, charming rake, she has never met a soul quite like him. When, somehow, she finds herself engaged to him for reasons far from love, she can't help but wonder whether loving him is a possibility.

What would you do if, after getting drunk in a party and passing out somewhere you don't remember, you woke up in a cart that is pulled by a horse with two people speaking weird language and wearing white sheets over their bodies? You panic, obviously. Era never believed in Gods and magic. Why? Because it wasn't explained by scientists. She doesn't even change her view when she is thrown down the time hole and back to the ancient Greece -time when people believed in everything, especially Gods of the Olympus. But her talk of "Gods don't exist" lands her into a festival of the Gods - a festival where people marked by one of the Gods of the Olympus fight for their life by performing something sociated with the god that they represent. And she is supposed to survive when she is marked by the God of the Underworld himself. He goes by the name of Hades. 2# in Festival 2018/05/20 123# in Gods 2018/05/26 2# in Ancient Greece 2018/05/31 Cover by PhoenixOfStorys

(Highest ranking #1 in historical) "I volunteer. I will be your wife..." When he rose a brow, she covered the distance between them, her jaw set. "In name only." He seemed to consider her words for a few seconds. "No," He finally said. "What?!" Her pitch rose a notch, disappointment lacing her voice. Taking a step that brought him face to face with her, "If you must be my wife, Blondie, then you must truly be my wife -in name, and in body." He leaned forward, his warm breath tickling her skin as his eyes ran down the length of her. "Frankly," He raised his eyes back to her. "I want all of you. All, or nothing." ____________________________________ Sharon Annabella Freelance is the only daughter of George Freelance, the town's drunk gambler. Not only has he gambled everything away, but he has managed to gamble his daughter away also. Left with no other choice, Sharon must marry and learn to live with the man her father lost a bet to. Well, he can have her but he will never possess her heart. That, he can bloody bet on! __________________________________ Mathew Steiner, in a desperate attempt to be independent, leaves the comfort of his father's wealth, moves to a small town, and buys a mansion he cannot fully afford yet. When Mathew's only hope of paying fully for the house is dashed, he is faced with two options; return to his father, a failure or, get his hands on his inheritance left by his grandfather. There is only one problem with option two; he must find a wife to do so. Copyright © 2016-2017 Lily Orevba All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the publisher.

"Would you rather have me call you a slut or a princess?" - Xalorad "A whore in his dungeon and a saint pup in the public." Marissa Mcpherson didn't know what she was putting herself into when she signed up for a session at her Alpha's dungeon. A little play of chains and whips was her expectations but after the passionate night, she craved for more and more. Her desires took a dark, wicked turn and she began wanting to be trapped behind the stoney walls, stripped and taken till there was nothing left of her soul. However, there was only enough she could get before she had to pay a visit to hell.

(Warning: Rated R) "Aaron was puzzled at his own anger, "Why is her presence so vexing?" He pushed away from his desk and slowly circled around her as he studied her stature. "Big beautiful eyes, long lean neck, tiny waist, and over flowing bosom." Letta's chest heaved with uncertainty, "Sir, what have I done to offend you?" Aaron stopped close to her side, his face was close to hers. He could smell the sweet scent of her skin. "Why Letta? What do you want from me?" When Letta's mother passes, their master takes her under his wing as his own. Letta grows into a beautiful Roman woman, and she is intended for her masters son Demetrio. After serving many years in Cesar's army, Demetrio has plans of becoming a governor in his district. With innocent, beautiful, intelligent Letta by his side, what could go wrong? With a lie of a well know soothsayer, Letta is cast aside by Demetrio and replaced by Emella, a power hungry woman that will stop at nothing to get what she wants. With Demetrio still pining over Letta, Emella takes her pain out on her in the worst way. Aaron, a brave stubborn Roman legionnaire finds Letta and rescues her. What will happen between the young beauty and the head strong heart throb?

[This is a spin-off of The DILF but can be read as a stand-alone] [The story you are about to read is intended for readers age 18+ due to its sexual content and language. It may not be appropriate for all audiences. Please read at your own discretion.] There was nothing Ophelia wanted better than to gouge Nikolai's long-lashed, consuming blue eyes out with a butter knife and mail them to the rest of the Alvonich family. Too bad they were in a very public, very esteemed place - Mikhail's wedding. "You don't think I'll press the button?" Nikolai's breath was warm and teasing in her ear. Ophelia had no idea what possessed her to take up his challenge of a vibrating thong, except that it was too late to back out now. She turned to glance at the infuriating man beside her. "Honestly, I don't care. It won't affect me." "Sweet Ophelia," he whispered, surprising her by flicking his tongue into her ear. Jumping, she glared at him, ignoring the important guests at her table, her father included. Before she could curse at Nikolai, he pressed the button, the swearwords turning to soft moans under her breath. Gripping the edge of the table, Ophelia felt the attack on her cl!t like a burn to her skin. Her father shot her a concerned look from across the table and Nikolai's voice was again in her ear. "Before the end of the night, Ophelia, we will f**k," he promised, releasing his finger from the remote control. "Only this time, it will be my name you scream."

Once upon a time, there was a boy named Marlon who fell in love with a girl named Cat. Like her name suggests, she had claws --- sharp ones. But the thing about cats with sharp claws is that as much as they hiss and scratch, they still enjoy being stroked... (Working blurb, ha.) *Cover by @bullethood*