revenge

She remembers nothing... except the whale. A woman survives a near-fatal accident with no name, no past — only a vision etched into her fading consciousness: a whale, vast and still, and an old man in white. Haunted by fragments of that final moment, she follows the only thread she has — into a truth more terrifying than death itself.

Isobel deals with rejection, suffering and slavery as a weak omega. She thinks life is over until her path crosses with the worst triplets in the world. Angel-Wolf hybrids..... She feels a certain bond to them. A bond they try to deny. This encounter also uncovers some secrets about her life...

In a world where beasts rarely crave their own gender, Blazar's disguise as a boy is both her shield and her greatest gamble. Her scent betrays her—an intoxicating lure that would send any beast-blooded king into a frenzy to claim her. The disguise makes them hesitate, their instincts confused by the male facade over the irresistible female scent beneath. Every breath risks her discovery. Every moment is a gamble. Born a nobody. Sold into slavery. Bought by a king. Raised as a weapon. Her orders are simple: infiltrate Royal Imperium Prestigia High, pose as noble boy Orion Spade from a broken line, and assassinate the most powerful king. Succeed, and she lives. Fail, and she dies. Prestigia is an academy where monsters are crowned—and innocents devoured. Ruled by the Havoc Five: Dante the werewolf supreme alpha, Kaelric the apex of humanity, Vesper the vampire overlord, Xeari the werecat king, and Ryuzaki the celestial kitsune. Each lethal in their own way. Thousands of nobles would kill to kneel at their feet. For most girls, this is paradise. For Blazar? A nightmare. Her defiance doesn't go unnoticed. She attracts the attention of all five. The kings circle her—some to protect, some to break her, others wanting more. She runs. She tries to deny. But the longer she resists, the more entangled she becomes. To survive, she must outwit them all while hiding her true gender, her slave mark, the deadly secret of her bloodline, and escape the king who owns her. Blazar Staray won't play their games. And she certainly doesn't kneel. But the real question is—can she resist the hunger they woke in her? °~Excerpt~° "I don't understand," she whispered, her voice shaking. "I haven't done anything. I don't know what's happening." Kaelric stepped forward, his expression cold and calculating. "That's exactly what someone using seduction magic would say." His ice-blue eyes bore into hers with such intensity that she felt like he could see straight through to her soul. "The question is, what kind of magic are you using, and who sent you here?" "I'm not using any magic!" Blazar protested, her voice rising with desperation. "I don't even know what you're talking about!" But even as she said the words, she could feel the weight of their stares on her. Something was definitely wrong, and somehow, she was at the center of it all. The one thing they all seemed to want but couldn't quite understand why.

WARNING: This story contains intense emotions, brutal betrayals, slow-burn obsession, and a female lead who doesn't know how to stay dead. Proceed with caution... and snacks. SIDE EFFECTS MAY INCLUDE: screaming at your screen, falling for fictional men, and yelling “JUST KISS ALREADY.”...Get ready for this neverending rollercoaster of excitement!!! She was known as Qin mu, the organization’s deadliest sword. Feared and ruthless, everything dead or alive shuddered at the mention of her name. Until one night, they turned on her. Framed by the people she trusted, she was labeled as a traitor and was electrocuted to death on an electric chair. Qin mu awakens in the body of Shen mu, an ordinary girl who was relentlessly bullied… and who looks exactly like her. With a strange centipede-long scar now marking her face and fragments of her past creeping in, Qin mu begins to piece together the truth behind the betrayal that shattered her world. Then she meets Huo yunxiao , the cold, enigmatic young master of the powerful Huo family. His gaze unsettles her and His presence stirs something deeper. But as vengeance calls and shadows whisper secrets long buried, she must make a choice. Will her thirst for revenge and the mystery of her past destroy the chance at the love she never knew she needed? Or will she place her aching heart in the hands of this god-like man and the promise of a peaceful future?

Betrayed. Broken. Executed. Mei Liang’s life ended the night she sought vengeance against the emperor who destroyed her family. But death was not the end. She transmigrated into the body of a forgotten concubine—three years after her own death. With a new identity and a second chance, she swears to outmaneuver her enemies, reclaim her power, and rise as empress. Yet, the emperor who once condemned her now watches her with an unsettling gaze. Does he recognize her? Or is he hiding an even darker secret? This time, she won’t fail. This time, she will have her revenge.

Zhao Rui is cold, quiet, and terrifying—or so everyone says. But they don’t know the truth: He’s chasing a secret. And to find it, he’s getting close to the one person he should fear—Li Chen. Arrogant. Obsessive. Rich. Dangerous. Li wants Rui. All of him. Even if it means breaking him to have him. What started as a plan becomes a game of power, guilt, and possession. But in this twisted love story… Only one of them knows the truth. > He started it with a lie. Now he can’t stop what’s coming.

Haruto Hayase was a normal high school boy in his third year, living a quiet life until his younger sister, Haruka Hayase, joined the same school. Haruka’s beauty and charm made her the center of attention, quickly becoming the school's prima donna. But when a notorious gang leader set his sights on her, he did everything in his power to protect her—only to fail tragically. Haruka was brutally assaulted and tortured, and Haruto himself suffered an agonizing death. However, in a twist of fate, Haruto is given a second chance, waking up a year before the events that shattered his life. Armed with the mysterious ‘Debauchery System Slave’, he vows to exact revenge on those responsible. This time, he will use his newfound powers of the system and charm to seduce the loved ones of his enemies. From their mothers, sisters, and lovers to their closest friends, Haruto will make them his. His enemies will suffer as he steals what they hold dearest, ensuring their downfall in the most devastating way possible.

We were in love. Nothing could come between us, or so I thought. On the same day that I found out I was pregnant, he married someone else and I watched my whole world come crumbling down as he sealed their marriage with a kiss.

Amid the softly falling snow in the Cold Palace courtyard, Princess Xianlan drew her final breath—silently. She had been falsely accused of poisoning the Crown Prince, brutally flogged until her body was torn, and imprisoned without a shred of mercy— all part of a cruel scheme orchestrated by Noble Consort Su Zhen, her stepmother, whose gentle appearance masked a heart of poison. Meanwhile, the Emperor of Li—the very man who claimed to love her above all—never realized that the only daughter he cherished had been crushed to death by the hands of the one he trusted most. But the heavens showed mercy. Xianlan opened her eyes once more, reborn into her eight-year-old self— in the time before everything shattered. This time… she would not be a worthless pawn in a game of power. She would become the master strategist, toppling each of her enemies one by one. With icy composure and razor-sharp wit, Xianlan hid in the shadows, slowly gathering evidence, allies, and influence within the palace. And fate brought her an unexpected ally— Feng Yuhan, Crown Prince of the Southern Yan Kingdom, known as the “Winter Tiger.” Cold, brilliant, and seemingly heartless—yet from their first meeting, something in her eyes held his gaze. Together, they moved in the darkness. Xianlan laid the plans. Feng Yuhan executed them. As the Kingdom of Li fell into the depths of political games— As vipers hissed behind silken smiles in the inner palace— As even a father’s love could be twisted by deceit— ⸻ When the phoenix returns to her nest—she will never again let anyone trample her. The will of the heavens may be written in ink… But Xianlan will rewrite fate in the blood of her enemies.

Sunny Draco was a middle age man with a completely normal life... Yes, Completely normal life... no wife, children, friends, and most of all... no money! All these changed after getting transmigrated into the future... literally thousands years in the future... Insane. With this new identity, and background, and with the infinite wealth system... Sunny will have to find a way to maneuver through this new life, and dangers. [DING!] [You gained a new quest.] [Spend 50 billions in 24 hours.] [Rewards: Gain grand class skill.] "Spend 50 billions in one day?!! This will be fun." Sunny said with a smirk.

Pierre Therma, a brilliant scientist on Granitz Island, leverages his inherited intellect to achieve groundbreaking discoveries. By day, he's a dedicated researcher, but in the shadows, he pursues a quest for vengeance for his parents' tragic fate.

The world had shown Baines every possible lesson it could teach; from familial love, joy, and peace to hate, rage, betrayal, and pain. He got detached from his family by the wimps of others. But, before he began his journey to find them, he was forced to witness that scene that haunted him once more. The destruction of his home. He was about to give up on life when an unforeseen opportunity presented itself. There, he vowed, "The world will bleed for what it has done to me." Using the greatest collections gathered by his ancestors, he set out on the thorny path to revenge. Little did he know, the result of his actions followed other cascading events that then threatened his world. Does he refuse to help the world because of the pain it had caused him? Or, will he join in the destruction? . . . Some of my characters might look familiar-you might save seen them in another novel- if you do, sorry. that's just how I imagine them. Read, like, add, comment, and drop a power stone or golden ticket

A forced marriage between a powerful billionaire and a mysterious painter blossoms into a passionate, tumultuous love story filled with betrayal, escape, and ultimately, forgiveness. Their journey is fraught with challenges and misunderstandings, but their undeniable chemistry and unwavering commitment lead them to a fulfilling and deeply intimate relationship. Through their trials, they discover the true meaning of love and commitment.

"I DO" → "I DIE." Hours after marrying her longtime crush—icy CEO Nathan Jang—heiress Vanessa Belmont is stabbed, kidnapped, and left to bleed out in a wrecked car. The final insult? Watching Nathan rescue his precious childhood sweetheart (*cough* Vanessa’s killer *cough*) instead of his actual wife. So yeah. Worst. Wedding. Night. EVER. FATE REWINDS Reborn six months before her murder, Vanessa upgrades her life with new rules: * Ditch the doormat era. (Badass mode: activated.) * Live for herself. (And okay, fine—revenge.) * Avoid Nathan like he’s the reason she died. (Oh, wait…) TOO BAD NATHAN 2.0 IS OBSESSED Now he’s everywhere—lingering touches, midnight texts, and panty-melting kisses. Not to mention his hungry gaze—like she’s an all-you-can-eat buffet and he's starving. VANESSA'S SECOND CHANCE PLAN 1. Don’t die. (Again.) 2. Don’t fall for Nathan. (Too late.) 3. Eat more carbs. (Donuts!) As for Nathan? She’ll forgive him when hell freezes over. Or when he takes off his shirt. Whichever comes first.

Bai Wangyan, a young man with three distinct personalities, became increasingly brilliant after reading all the ancient tomes in that castle. He didn't need extensive training to master techniques he could use them with ease. However, there was one woman whose mere touch even just a fingertip would weaken his powers.

Humanity has reached the peak of technology countless times over thousands of years. But in every era, a massive catastrophe has always managed to wipe out an entire civilization in an instant. This cycle keeps repeating—and no one knows when it will end. Cryverra is a civilization that was saved from this cycle by two individuals from the past. Isolated from the world, they lived in peace for 3,100 years, preserved by doctrines passed down from generation to generation. It all began in the year 1061—an era long before those 3,100 years—when a long-extinguished flame finally lit once again.

Why is it that the one who is loved is not destined to be loved and it is difficult to love the one who is destined to be loved? The girl who loved but the love was not complete she lost faith in true love and became psychopath Underworld mafia king has fallen madly in love with a psychotic girl. A girl studying in a girls government school who hates three words, "i love you" what will happen when she finds out that a mafia is in love with her. What will happen

“If Heaven will not crown me, I will rise anyway—fire and all.” Born a concubine’s daughter in the grand halls of Great Qi, Li Ziyan was expected to be silent, obedient, and invisible. Instead, she dared to dream — of justice, of change, of power denied to women like her. Cast out by her powerful family for a single act of defiance, she is left disgraced, alone… and furious. But exile is only the beginning. Joined by a fierce sword-wielding ally and a quiet apprentice with secrets of his own, Ziyan begins her journey as an outcast — building strength in the shadows, gathering allies among the forgotten, and uncovering ancient truths buried by a corrupt empire. Yet danger follows close behind. Someone from within her own bloodline wants her erased. A shadowy conspiracy tied to relics, legends, and forbidden orders hunts her every step. And deep within an abandoned monastery, Ziyan awakens something older than prophecy — a flame tied to the lost Phoenix Archive, and a power long denied to any woman. As secrets unravel and enemies close in, Ziyan must choose: Will she remain a fugitive hunted by the past? Or will she rise from the ashes — and reclaim a destiny that even Heaven tried to steal?

The moonlight spilled through the canopy of the dark forest, casting an eerie glow on the man lounging against an ancient tree. Morris was impossibly handsome—too handsome to be real. His sharp jawline, framed by tousled black hair, was shadowed by the flicker of firelight in his golden eyes. He swirled a goblet of wine lazily in his hand, his lips curved into a devilish smirk. Elowen froze, captivated. He looked like a prince from a forbidden story, but something in the air warned her he was no mortal. “Lost, little lamb?” His voice was velvet, dark and smooth, wrapping around her like a spell. “I was...just—” she stammered, but he stood in one fluid motion, closing the distance between them. “Just wandering into my domain,” he interrupted, his tone teasing yet dangerous. “How bold of you.” His gaze raked over her, and her heart pounded under the weight of his attention. “You shouldn’t be here,” he murmured, stepping closer until she could feel the heat radiating from him. “Do you know who I am?” She shook her head, her throat dry. “I am Morris,” he said, his voice dropping to a low, seductive growl. “The devil. The one your kingdom fears, the one your priests curse. And now,” he leaned in, his golden eyes glowing like embers, “you’ve wandered straight into my hands.” The shadows around him seemed to ripple with his amusement as a smirk played on his lips. He extended a hand, his voice both a command and an invitation. “Come closer, Elowen. Let me show you what happens when innocence meets the devil.”

The story starts with a shady deal out in the Route 66 desert, then twists through a blood-curdling curse on a Texas ranch and a backroom conspiracy on Capitol Hill. It all unravels when the FBI cracks open their supernatural case files, laying bare a century-old dark pact. These "knife peddlers" use blades as their currency—trading "prophecies that come true" for people’s promises. And every last one of those promises? They’re tied to the gory, swept-under-the-rug chapters of American history. The storytelling’s steeped in American roots: the truckers rolling down Route 66, the Texas ranchers clinging to their land, the scions of Capitol Hill politicians. These characters aren’t random—they’re the backbone of what makes this country tick. Their struggles, their compromises? They’re a mirror held up to that "me-first, profit-above-all" mindset that took hold when we pushed west. And the rules these peddlers play by? Purely American. Swapping a sheriff’s badge for a gang war body count. Putting up a deed to get a tornado to steer locusts clear. Greenlighting a dam to make a loud critic "vanish." Every deal lays bare the ugliness this nation’s built on: stealing Native land, the bloodshed behind getting rich, the way politics rots morals. The spooky stuff? It’s tailored to how Americans see the world. The FBI’s "Western Ghost File 731," Masonic symbols, old projects like the Transcontinental Railroad or Hoover Dam—all tangled up in curses. It takes that old Eastern tale of knife peddlers and turns it into something we recognize: a "supernatural debt collector" system. And the knife? More than a tool. Back in the frontier days, it’s how you got things done; here, it’s a contract. An 1850s Chinese blade at San Francisco’s docks. A railroad worker’s scalpel from 1903. A dam engineer’s letter opener from 1955. The blood and scratches on those blades? Like tree rings—each one marking the price of a deal. The whole story boils down to this: "There’s no such thing as free progress." A trucker gambling his casino winnings to outrun a sandstorm. A rancher sacrificing his prize stallion to save his spread. A senator’s daughter looking away when her aide kills himself, just to pass a bill. Every choice echoes the peddlers’ line: "In America, every mile of railroad track sits on bones." And when the FBI files finally spill the truth? The peddlers *are* all the folks who made those deals—rolled into one. It turns personal stories into a national burden. Those hidden costs of building this country? They never vanished. They just became these ghostly peddlers, showing up at every big historical crossroads. With their blades, they’re here to remind us: Every good thing fate hands you? It’s already got an American price tag. Paid in blood. Paid in fear. Paid in guilt you can never, ever settle.