Courtintrigue Stories

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."

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.

I died... ...And woke up as Kyla Thornevale-the hated villainess destined for execution in the novel How to Snag a Prince. Everyone in the world despises me: my father, my brother, and all of high society. Armed with the knowledge of every betrayal, every death flag, and every tragic ending, I have one goal: survive. The crown prince-my future executioner-glared at me like I'd offended the gods. The cold knight refused to remove his weary, suspicious gaze from my face. And the aloof court mage, whom Kyla once tormented as a child, threatened to imprison me the moment I stepped out of line. At the royal ball where Kyla's downfall was supposed to begin, changes began to happen, but not in the way I had thought or expected. Even the heroine-supposed to be bright, kind, and beloved-kept framing me for things I never did, twisting every gesture into another accusation. And now I'm trapped in her body, dodging punishments I don't deserve and death flags I didn't earn. I reincarnated as the villainess. But I refuse to follow the plot- even if the plot refuses to let me escape.

🥇 1st Place - Best Prologue (Whispers Beneath the Ice mini-awards, 2025) 🥇 1st Place - Fantasy (Four-Leaved Clover Awards, 2025) 🥈 2nd Place - Best Writing Style (Enchanted Grave Awards, 2025) ⸻ ✧ ⸻ The sun is gone. Its light is sold. Beneath the earth, humanity survives on Lumen - the bottled radiance of a forgotten age. The ruling elite control it. The Church sanctifies it. The poor die without it. Lucy Farrow was born in the Gloom, where people disappear without explanation and hope is a luxury nobody can afford. When a forbidden power awakens inside her, she becomes the most dangerous secret in Aurelion. The kind people kill for. The kind empires fall for. High above, Prince Cassian Soleyne discovers evidence that could unravel everything his family built. As rebellion spreads through the darkness and ancient enemies stir once more, he finds himself drawn toward the one person he should never trust. A girl who could save their world. Or burn it to the ground. ⸻ ✧ ⸻ She sat at the polished desk in the Lantern Man's office, copying names in glowing ink. "Careful with the curves, bright girl," he said. Lucy straightened her quill. "Yes, sir." He smiled. Not unkind. Just heavy. "You've got a quick hand," he murmured. "That's rare here." She tried not to smile too widely at the praise. "Say, Lucy... how is your mother?" She dipped her quill again. "She's fine, sir." "Is she now?" His cane tapped gently against the floor. Lucy nodded, focused. "Maybe I should visit her," he said. "It's been a while." That made her brighten. "Of course, mister! You're always welcome." The tapping stopped. For a moment, there was only the scratching of her quill. Then the light above her flickered before settling into a slow, steady pulse. The Lantern Man watched it carefully. "Good", he said.

For eighteen years, Liang Ruoyin existed in the Liang Manor as nothing more than an invisible shadow. She bled her heart and soul dry drafting military treatises to pave her legitimate brother's path into officialdom, and plucked the zither strings until her fingers bled, composing melodies that crowned her legitimate sister as the capital's "Number One Talented Lady." ​And what did she receive in return for such absolute devotion? A pair of hands pinned down and brutally crushed with a wooden mallet by her own family. A bowl of poison forced down her throat, stripping away her voice forever. And a tattered, foul-smelling straw mat used to toss her broken body into a desolate forest for the ravenous wolves to devour. ​However, the "wolf" that dragged her back from the brink of death was none other than Shangguan Xidian - The Seal-Holding Eunuch of the Directorate of Ceremonial and Superintendent of the Eastern Depot. This treacherous official, feared and revered as the Lord of Nine Thousand Years, had simply been on his way back to the capital. ​He sought out a divine physician to heal her wounds and tossed her a brand-new identity so she could exact her revenge on the Liang family. In exchange, she was to play her zither to soothe the Gu poison that gnawed at his flesh day and night. ​"From this moment on, you bear my surname, Shangguan. Alive, you are a member of the Shangguan clan; dead, you must be a ghost of the Shangguan clan. All your future honor and disgrace will be tied to the Shangguan clan."

A bride in a foreign court. A devoted husband. A brother she can't resist. Alice must navigate duty, whispered secrets, and shifting loyalties-where every glance is dangerous, every gesture loaded, and no heart is truly safe. ///New Chapters Posted Weekly - Wednesdays at 3PM UTC///

The fae realm was supposed to be whimsical and an escape from reality. But when Ursula follows August, a fawn prince of the Dawn Court, through a portal, she realizes it's anything but. Every creature thirsts for human flesh and blood--in more ways than one. As the two form a friendship and, soon after, a blossoming romance, they have to fight tooth and nail to keep each other alive, no matter the cost. Assassination attempts, time travel, and and evil hidden within Elitist fae courts will have them tearing down personal ideologies, relationships, and their own physical and mental limits. Saving the Fawn Prince will have your head spinning and your heart aching as both characters learn who they truly are, and what they mean to one another. + + + Updates Wednesdays at Midnight

Matchmaking Madness - Volume 1 In the treacherous world of the Inner Court, even marriage can become a battlefield. When the Emperor decrees that the brilliant yet dangerously independent daughter of General Lakan must be formally acknowledged as a princess, a carefully calculated chain of events is set into motion. What begins as a political arrangement soon becomes a subtle contest of strategy, influence, and quiet rebellion. Caught between imperial command and his own guarded paternal instincts, Lakan is forced into a game he did not choose - one where every move could determine his daughter's future. Meanwhile, the Moon Prince stands at the centre of the court's attention, admired for his elegance yet underestimated in ways that may prove perilous for everyone involved. As factions stir behind painted screens and unseen hands guide the board, one truth becomes increasingly clear: In the palace, even love can be weaponised. And some matches are arranged not to unite... but to control. Disclaimer This is a fan-created work inspired by the world and characters of The Apothecary Diaries. All rights to the original characters, setting, and concepts belong to their respective creators. This story is written purely for creative and entertainment purposes and is not affiliated with, endorsed by, or connected to the original author, illustrator, or publishers.

In a kingdom governed by threes and traditions reaching back to the very Founder, Calla must navigate the Accords and her own loyalties. Once dismissed as an outsider, she rises within the Krillian court's careful cruelty, the King's favor finding her more than some believe it should. Ares Valebrand, her shadow and sentinel, gathers half-lies and hidden knowledge, building the steps she climbs toward power. Yet as Calla grows more entangled in the politics of the rival courts, whispers turn to screams inside of her, and her body bears marks she cannot fully remember. Symbols that feel less like scars and more like pleads. Note: Please let me know your thoughts in the comments!!! It is very appreciated. I love this story.

Part 1: He was born to be the kingdom's weapon, but she might be the first thing he's ever chosen for himself. He's the kingdom's golden boy. Famous. Untouchable. A sword prodigy with a perfect name and a rotten home. She's a poor girl with dirt under her nails and a family she'd burn the world for. Mallory Dulcee only wanted work. Jonah Kinley only wanted to be left alone. But when she's hired onto his estate, their worlds collide in the most dangerous way: late-night training, stolen moments, secret walks home, and a connection that feels like sin in a city that worships status. And when the wrong people notice, "romance" stops being cute and starts being deadly. Because Jonah isn't just a noble boy. He's Royal Hand. And falling for the wrong girl might cost them both everything. Part 2: He promised he'd come back. Then the King declared war. Now Jonah Kinley is trapped behind enemy lines with a shadow team, a mission nobody is allowed to question, and a hooded monster of a commander who smiles like he enjoys pain. Back home, Mallory is left with letters... and silence. They write to survive: love, fear, prayers, jealousy, guilt. Every page pulls them closer, even as the world tries to tear them apart. And when Mallory becomes a target, she learns the hard way that being "Kinley's girl" isn't a compliment... it's a threat. Meanwhile Jonah is changing. The war is changing him. And the man pulling the strings wants Jonah to become something worse. They can survive a kingdom at war, but can their love survive what the war turns him into? This is just a first draft so do with that as you will. Also, this may sound stupid but thank you to everyone who has viewed my story. I appreciate you all so much!

"Why does he always do what i am not expecting?" she said while lying on the bed. "He isn't good, that's what i am supposed to think. Then why does he not look bad in any sense?" she mumbled to herself. "Mumbling may reveal your thoughts to people you don't want to, I suggest you to either stop it, or keep the doors closed" he said, elegantly entering the room. 'So perfect, isn't he? The clothes are clean, the hair are set, and he does a lot of things that would have made me hate him by now. Just like he interrupted me right now.' she thought to herself. 'But why? Why do i always feel like he's always lying? Like, I have never seen the real him, ever?' she thought. "Anything i can help with?" he asked, seeing she was busy in her thoughts. "Nope. You can't help it." She smiled and got up in the bed. "I'll help myself. Thank you for asking though." "I'm your husband after all." he said it, and sat in his seat. Studying, maps for some reason.

London's Ton sees everything. Or so it believes. After returning from mourning, Lady Asher Draven intends only to settle her late father's affairs and keep her distance from society. Instead, she becomes entangled in the lives of the powerful Penwood family-particularly the sharp, unreadable Lady Araminta Gun. In a world of expectations, whispered gossip, equestrian rivalries, and carefully arranged appearances, feelings are rarely spoken plainly... and attraction is far more dangerous when neither side wishes to admit it exists. A slow-burn Bridgerton-inspired fan story filled with tension, layered dialogue, emotional restraint, and the kind of longing that lingers in silence.

The night Maelys was born, a storm made a decision for her. A desperate woman, a coerced midwife, and a courtyard where someone died in the rain conspired to place one infant in a palace and erase another from the record entirely. Twenty-two years later, someone has come to unmake it, and she has twenty-two years of righteous fury, a powerful patron, and the specific weapon of a truth that supports multiple stories at once. Raised in the painted corridors and orange-blossom courtyards of Solenir Palace, Maelys knows how to read a room before she enters it, how to wear humor like armor over something more serious underneath, and how to survive in a court that admires her with one hand and doubts her with the other. She has been exceptional here her entire life. She knows what exceptions are for. When the girl she unknowingly replaced arrives with documents, damage, and the kind of righteous anger that is the most dangerous kind because it is not entirely wrong, nothing careful is enough anymore. With a conspiracy threading through the court's most elegant rooms, a bodyguard who has been keeping a report in a locked box for eight years waiting for the right person to receive it, and a crown prince who asks before he touches and is not without fault and is learning the difference between those two facts, Maelys must fight for her name, her life, and the identity she has spent twenty-two years choosing rather than receiving. This is a slow burn interracial historical romance with explicit intimacy, graphic violence, and a world that does not soften its edges for the comfort of anyone in it. It is a story about what is owed and what is chosen, about love as a continuous practice rather than a destination, about darkness that stays and is carried rather than resolved, and about a woman who refuses, repeatedly, in every room that tries to define her, to let anyone else decide who she is. Dark. Tender. Permanent. Earned. ©️ _RelleLebby_ // R. L.

He died betrayed by the family he trusted the most. When fate gives him a second chance, he wakes up on the very beginning of the life that once destroyed him. This time, he refuses to repeat the same mistakes. But the palace he once feared feels strangely different. The people he misunderstood seem kinder than he remembers. And the cold emperor... is far harder to read than in his previous life. As old wounds heals and hidden truths begin to surface, he must decide whether this new life is meant to the way he thought before marriage or the way he is leaving after marriage A fantasy BL tale of rebirth, palace secrets, and a love touched by fate.

Azalea's fascination with poison is no innocent hobby. Beneath her quiet obedience lies years of careful planning, and with every meal she carries to the emperor's chambers, she moves one step closer to revenge. In a palace where servants disappear without question and kindness is a weakness, Azalea must remain invisible while hiding the dangerous knowledge growing beneath her fingertips. Because one wrong move could mean her death.

She does not exist. Not in any record, any register, any list of court appointments inside the Joseon palace. Her role is forbidden to name, her abilities dangerous to acknowledge, and her presence essential to a throne that cannot afford to admit it needs her. She reads the heavens and decodes the lies hidden inside official documents and senses the spiritual corruption threading through the palace's sacred sites, all of it conducted alone, all of it in service of a crown that will never publicly claim her. He is the Crown Prince. Strategic, precise, and entirely capable of using power as a weapon. He has never looked at her. Until the court begins to fracture from the inside. The seal that the dynasty's founders paid enormous cost to install is being dismantled from within. The king is dying in a way no physician can explain. Someone has spent decades building a plan inside the fabric of the court's most sacred ceremonies, and it is days from completion. The only people who can stop it are a woman who does not officially exist and a prince who has just realized she does. What grows between them will not be simple. It will not be fast. It will cost them both more than either anticipated, built in dangerous proximity, under threat, in the slow accumulation of shared secrets and moral reckoning that passes between two people who were each shaped by the same brutal system and meet in the ruins of their own defenses. The darkness here is not decorative. The stars are not silent for nothing. ©️ _RelleLebby_//R. L.

It was easy to fall apart. But what made you get to that point? So easy to give in to the turmoil, and feel yourself give up. What about fighting for a new day? There were strange things all around us, and for Isabella Velondale, she could see these things. Her eyes were open to the beauty and the horror her kingdom had to offer. She had a knight to shield her, but there was a light out there she wanted to find. A light that would protect those she loved; to make her desolate kingdom grow again. In the land of Atriartch, the Immortals spread their darkness to consume anything and anyone in their path. The day Isabella found the creature Immortelle, was the day she gained the power to protect her kingdom. But at what price is power worth it? |First book in The Velondale Princess Trilogy| •Cover by me. ▪This is a High Fantasy Christian Novel and I would love your input!

When peace is built on betrayal, how long before the bones crack? Five mythical kingdoms rule a world scorched by ancient war. Vampires, sirens, nephilims, werewolves, and fairies cling to a fragile treaty-sealed in the blood of a fallen queen and buried beneath lies. But history doesn't stay buried. Especially when it has teeth. As old powers stir and new players rise, war creeps back through the cracks. There are no heroes here-only monsters with crowns, each hiding a reason to burn the world again. Power demands blood. And the bones remember everything.

Literally a world apart, sisters Maree and Tarisa can only send a letter to each other every four days with the help of magic seals. With Maree in hiding on a ship with a murdered captain and Tarisa left behind to unravel the dark politics of the court her sister fled, will they ever see each other alive again? With two spunky female leads, the high fantasy novel Sisters of Swords and Secrets is half swashbuckling adventure, murder mystery, and romance and half court drama, love triangle, and historical suspense. Time in the story runs at the same rate as time in our world, so readers will get updates every four days just like the sisters do. FULL SYNOPSIS: When Maree dressed as a boy and fled on the nethership Beastslayer, she was just trying to avoid an arranged marriage. She sailed through the portal to another world never dreaming that her deception would be discovered-or that the ship would become stranded on a toxic, magical sea after a string of vicious murders-or that Maree would be elected Captain as the only magic worker left, the crew's only hope for salvation. Using a magical family heirloom, Maree sends a letter back to her sister Tarisa for help, only to discover Tarisa is embroiled in the aftermath of Maree's choices. The vile man Maree jilted won't give up, while Maree and Tarisa's family is being targeted by unknown enemies. Tarisa's engagement is thrown into jeopardy, her friendships strained or broken. As rumors of war with rival country Trifay are rising like smoke (after only twenty years of shaky peace) Tarisa uncovers a sinister plot of corruption half a century in the making, one the enemy is determined to see through. Though a world apart, Maree and Tarisa begin to suspect the dangers they face are intertwined. The secret to survival for them both could be in each others' letters. Navigating matters of the heart, of life, and death, will Maree and Tarisa be able to save themselves and the ones they love?

A throne bathed in lies. A girl born in silence. A destiny written on shattered mirrors. In the empire of Velnara, names are reserved for the legitimate - and she was born without one. Hidden in the shadows of marble halls, the Emperor's forgotten daughter learns that survival is not a gift, but a skill. When she discovers the **Clock of Time**, an ancient relic that reflects fragments of fate, she sees a future where she sits upon the very throne that cursed her birth. To claim it, she must master the games of court and crown - deception, alliances, and the art of vengeance wrapped in grace. But in a world where every smile hides a dagger, rising means bleeding.