Shadow's Embrace
By @Katecherry26
In the shadow-haunted world of Vampire Academy, the battle in the caves ends not with a victory, but with a heart-wrenching sacrifice. Rose Hathaway, the fiery Dhampir guardian-in-training, uses her last moments of freedom to save her mentor and lover, Dimitri Belikov, from certain death, only to be dragged into the abyss by Strigoi. Dimitri, haunted by her command to live, is left to grapple with the agonizing guilt of survival and the searing loss of his soulmate. This alternate timeline plunges him into a desperate quest for vengeance and answers, forcing him to confront not only the monstrous Strigoi but also the moral compromises required to reclaim what was stolen. The fate of the Moroi world hangs precariously, but for Dimitri, only one truth remains: find Rose, or fall trying.
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Black Rat Syndicate
By @Na Sa
Gemini Norawit, the unyielding boss of the notorious Black Rat Syndicate, commands an empire built on fear and loyalty, his every decision absolute. Yet, beneath the hardened exterior lies a man haunted by the shadows of a past betrayal, leaving him emotionally walled off. His world shatters when he encounters Fourth Nattawat, a vibrant, kind-hearted soul who unknowingly holds the key to the syndicate's deepest secrets. As a ruthless rival family encroaches, threatening to expose Gemini's vulnerabilities and dismantle his reign, Fourth becomes both a target and an undeniable magnetic force. Gemini must navigate a treacherous war, protecting his territory while battling the unexpected tremor Fourth ignites in his heart, forcing him to choose between the cold grip of power and the burning risk of love. Can he protect Fourth without losing everything, including himself?
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Blood and Red Silk
By @john1208
Qiao Rulan refused to bow her head, even when forced to take her cowardly stepsister's place in an auspicious marriage to Bai Zongyuan. Once the brilliant heir of the Iron Ink Academy, Zongyuan is now a weak, coughing scholar poisoned and bedridden, given mere months to live. Armed with a prickly pride and a secret, magical healing dimension, Rulan works in the shadows. She synthesizes antidotes and purges the lethal toxins from his veins while fending off the vicious Bai clan members who mock her as a widow-in-waiting. But Rulan doesn't need pity, and she certainly didn't expect the frail scholar to harbor a terrifying, dormant martial power. The moment Zongyuan awakens, he paints the wedding courtyard red, instantly slaughtering the clan elders who dared lay a hand on his prickly bride while he slept. The story alternates between Rulan's medical maneuvers and Zongyuan's bloody vengeance. As assassins close in and Rulan realizes her trusted medical mentor is the true mastermind behind the poisoning, they must fight back-to-back. With the clan in chaos, can they survive the enemy hiding in plain sight?
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Outrunning My Stolen Destiny
By @john1208
"Sign the transfer." The magistrate's voice barely carried over the roar of the atmospheric turbines outside as he slammed the papers down. Just like that, my sister Bexali struck a deal to trade me the sickly, arrogant scholar Varek Lusk, claiming Caldor, my seemingly humble fiancé, for herself. Bexali thinks she’s saving our district by controlling Caldor - the secret heir to the ruthless Jin fortune who destroyed our home in her past life. But her desperate, toxic greed is about to push him into illegal, explosive ignis-vapor smuggling that will ruin them both. I’m just trying to survive. Varek and I have hated each other since our days at the aero-academy, and everyone expects his failing lungs to give out in a month. But beneath my quiet, socially anxious exterior, I'm simply too stubborn to let my rival die. When a syndicate hit-squad kicks down our door, I realize Varek is on the verge of a kinetic breakthrough. If I can physically tackle him before he makes the fatal mistake of testing his volatile prototype on himself, we might just survive. Can two hyper-competitive nerds outrun a city of assassins and become billionaires before Bexali’s stolen empire detonates?
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A Melody of Rust and Runaways
By @john1208
Mezri Canto is thoroughly burnt out. Heartbroken by the tragic loss of her best friend, Jolla, Mezri steals Jolla’s sealed bucket list from their vicious syndicate boss and flees the smog-choked city of Cinderspur in a hail of laser-fire. She takes refuge at Rustbloom Orchard, a quiet countryside farm stay, playing the part of a cheerful, scatterbrained tourist accompanied by a copper-scaled glider pet. There, she meets Kevral, a brooding musician who plays synth-lute at the local tavern. As Mezri loudly and clumsily fumbles through the bucket list items - secretly neutralizing syndicate trackers with weaponized farm equipment while maintaining her bubbly facade - a quiet, undeniable bond forms between her and the enigmatic musician. But as the final task approaches, Mezri uncovers a terrifying truth. Jolla didn't write the list. Mezri did. Before erasing her own memory to protect a world-ending secret, her past self orchestrated this entire spontaneous getaway to find Kevral. Forced to flee the farm to protect him, they must rely on months of encrypted texts and letters to keep their slow-burn romance alive. Can their fleeting countryside connection survive the explosive reality waiting for them back in the city?
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Cast Iron Carnage
By @john1208
I was bleeding out in the neon-soaked gutters of Sector Four, clutching a stolen slab of beast-meat while Enforcer drones fired plasma at my heels. The System had branded me a 'Basic Chef,' a trash class destined to flip synth-burgers for the elites who murdered my brother. But my hot temper hides a very cold, calculating patience. When I finally dragged myself to safety and read the monster's biological data-log before cooking it, a glitch triggered: I permanently absorbed its titanium-rending claws. That was the day the prey became the predator. Alongside Citra, a disgraced spear-wielder who fights just as fiercely as I do, I'm tearing through the Zenith Ascendancy tournament. Beating elite combatants to a pulp with a cast-iron wok was just the start. Now, the System is frantically issuing hotfixes to nerf my existence, and my supposed savior - the wise elder who raised me - is secretly feeding my data to the elites as their lead architect. But they are about to learn a hard lesson. If you can't stand the heat, stay out of my way. Will I devour the System's code before they delete my world?
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Hunt the Mirage
By @john1208
The nightmare begins at their lavish engagement summit. Kian Ardashir, the quietly ruthless Prefect of Omidvar, is already plotting to annul his marriage to Zhaleh, his grating, heavily-powdered arranged fiancée. His focus should be on crushing the Desert Tiger, a masked rebel leader and his bitter rival in the city's neon-lit bazaars. But during the summit, a room number mix-up at the grand Qasr Hotel sends a stunning, unmasked warrior into Kian's suite. After a blistering, adrenaline-fueled one-night stand, she vanishes before dawn, leaving behind only a custom-forged filigree armlet. Now, Kian is tearing the underworld apart to find his midnight phantom. He clashes violently with the rebel Tiger by night and coldly ignores his 'ugly' fiancée by day, entirely unaware they are the exact same woman. Zhaleh is perfectly happy watching Kian chase his own tail while she plots her rebellion, right until a potent cup of fermented moon-wine loosens her tongue at a banquet. When she accidentally slurs a confession detailing a scar only his phantom lover would know, the cat-and-mouse game turns deadly. Will Kian execute his rival, or marry her?
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Bulletproof Vows: The Prince's Hidden Gem
By @john1208
I woke up zip-tied in the back of a speeding, stolen armored truck, clutching a bag of uncut rubies with a heavy gold wedding band on my finger. The culprit? A lethargic city clerk who accidentally processed my vendor permit as a marriage license - chaining me to Kyros, my insufferable, smug rival in the underground jewelry trade. I only went to the registry to protect my little brother from my vindictive ex, Jaleel. Now, I’m dodging bullets and fighting to launch my award-winning jewelry line while legally bound to a man I’ve sworn to strangle. When Jaleel tries to humiliate me by shredding my mandatory public-vow dress, I expect to face the city's ruthless artisan syndicate in rags. Instead, Kyros presents me with a million-dollar gown of spun platinum and flawless diamonds. I thought we were just two broke jewelers breaking the syndicate's violent rules to survive. But what if the syndicate is a front, Kyros is secretly the Crown Prince of the hyper-wealthy nation of Qalara, and the 'rules' I've been violently breaking were actually the royal trials he rigged to make me his queen?
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Bulletproof Heir
By @john1208
Bullets are tearing through the drywall of the cliffside mega-mansion. Nivesa Corval, a shy but fiercely stubborn architectural designer, is trapped in the crossfire - until the mansion's owner, ruthless magnate Tavros Morillo, drops from a helicopter with his tactical team to annihilate the intruders. Tavros thinks she’s just his talented new lead designer. He doesn't know that five years ago, during the Great Corteza Blackout, Nivesa stumbled into the wrong hotel room and shared a desperate night with him in the pitch dark. And he definitely doesn't know about Loris, her four-year-old son who just casually diagnosed Tavros’s lead bodyguard with a rare, fatal genetic blood disorder just by looking at his skin tint. But when Tavros finally connects the dots, he doesn't storm in with lawyers. Instead, he becomes a ghost. As Nivesa plans her escape with the help of her trusted, father-figure mentor, Bramen, she notices her enemies mysteriously dropping dead in the shadows. She thinks she's lucky. She doesn't realize her baby's billionaire father is violently purging threats from the rooftops - and that her beloved mentor is the very syndicate mastermind trying to kill them. Will Nivesa realize her invisible guardian is the tycoon she’s terrified of before Bramen's lethal trap snaps shut?
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Cold Haven
By @john1208
I was running on exactly three hours of sleep, an IV drip of caffeine, and crushing depression when my estranged father died. His final act? Handing me the deed to a remote cabin in the Vulkari Peaks. Desperate to escape my soul-crushing job as a logistics dispatcher for a soulless megacorp, I packed up my teenage brother, Bram, and fled to the snow. Enter Calder Hest. The quiet, broad-shouldered innkeeper next door chopped wood, made terrible jokes, and brewed excellent coffee. For the first time in years, my chest stopped aching. I thought I'd finally found a fleeting slice of peace. I was dead wrong. The cabin wasn't a gift to help me heal; it was a beacon designed by my father's enemies to lure us to a killbox with no witnesses. Suddenly, my relaxing vacation turns into a high-octane bloodbath in the snow, and Calder reveals a lethal set of black-ops skills that definitely aren't on an innkeeper's resume. We barely survive, and I flee back to the city to hide. But when a knock echoes through my apartment door in the pouring rain, and Calder is standing there bleeding, I have to ask: did the danger follow me, or did my heart?
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Gilded Embers
By @john1208
I just wanted a quiet cup of cardamom tea. Instead, I woke up five years in the past, right as an assassin shattered my bedroom window. In my previous life, General Rustam took that blade for me, triggering the slow ruin of his military career while I coldly turned my back on his crippled body, refusing to even visit his deathbed before Kamran's arson claimed me, too. Never again. Now, I’m the capital’s most famously cheerful airhead, a bubbly nuisance who aggressively showers the stoic, blushing general with sweets, silk, and unyielding public affection. He thinks I'm just a fragile, eccentric noblewoman with a bizarre crush. He doesn't know that when the sun sets, I hunt the conspirators targeting him, carving a bloody path through Kamran's syndicate to keep him safe from the shadows. But Kamran’s treason hides a desperate, tragic motive involving the royal family that could upend the entire Zirid Hegemony. Can I protect the man I love without becoming a monster, or will my secret blades sever the very trust I'm trying to rebuild?
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Flight of the Brass Coatl
By @john1208
Itzel didn't mean to break the heart of the greatest biotech genius in the Xalotlan Empire. But when Cualli's 'devotion' escalated to locking her inside a reinforced subterranean bio-dome, this shameless transmigrator had to bounce. Waking up in the body of a doomed side-character in a pulpy spy novel, Itzel finds herself dangling from a sabotaged airship. Surviving the impossible drop, she flees across the border to the Tlecuil Republic. To fund her new life of high-speed smuggling and dodging the plot, she pawns a rare Sun-Drop Gem. Big mistake. Cualli isn't just looking for her; he is deploying an armada of mechanical hounds to drag her back. As Itzel zip-lines through bustling steam-markets, the near-misses grow terrifyingly close. Beneath the explosive chases lies a bittersweet, unspoken tragedy: they genuinely love each other, but her need to fly is incompatible with his compulsion to cage. Worse, her mission to stop a rival syndicate's superweapon reveals a horrifying truth: the 'weapon' is actually Cualli's new continent-spanning containment grid, built solely for her. Can Itzel outrun a man willing to vaporize an entire country just to keep her safe?
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Rain of Ash and Regret
By @john1208
Tashvi just wanted to nap. A lazy prodigy of the Xaatari kinetic arts, she preferred sleeping to dueling her fierce rival, Rhasan. But her apathy shatters during a brutal frontline skirmish when she trips over Rhasan’s bloodied, memory-wiped body. Stripped of his powers, the vulnerable amnesiac clings to her. Despite their bitter history, Tashvi becomes his fierce protector, fighting through hordes of beasts and assassins, slowly falling for the broken man in her arms. Then, the trap springs. Once she brings him to the safety of the Spire's apex, Rhasan strikes. His amnesia was a multi-year scheme to avenge his sister’s suicide. He shatters Tashvi’s kinetic defenses and coldly kicks her out into the freezing, toxic monsoons of the lower city. But as the heavy vault doors close, Rhasan uncovers a horrifying truth hidden by their wise mentor, Sage-Lord Vamud: Tashvi was completely innocent, and Vamud orchestrated the suicide to weaponize Rhasan. Now, his victory is a hollow, agonizing hell. Tashvi has vanished into the lethal slums without her powers. Can Rhasan carve a bloody path through the empire he just conquered to save the woman he broke, or will the freezing rain claim her first?
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The Tenement Vow
By @john1208
Oletta plays the perfect, dizzy housewife in the smog-choked, industrial city of Velmoth. No one knows her airheaded smiles hide razor-sharp combat instincts - not even Oletta herself. When a strange brass delivery tube arrives containing forged marriage papers and a letter in her own handwriting, it issues a dire warning: marry Haldon, a local factory mechanic, or she and her little sister will be drafted to the deadly Munitions Front. Haldon desperately needs a two-parent household to keep custody of his orphaned nephew; Oletta needs a roof and a rationing permit. It is a perfectly practical, emotionless lie. But Velmoth’s tenement blocks are a fast-paced warzone of violent rationing enforcers, syndicate thugs, and venomous neighbors eager to sabotage the newlyweds. As Oletta and Haldon fight back-to-back - dodging shrapnel and neighborhood gossip alike - their domestic alliance forges a bittersweet, unspoken love. When Haldon is publicly framed for factory sabotage, Oletta drops her cheerful facade to fiercely, violently defend his honor. But who was she before her amnesia, and what happens when her lethal past finally catches up to her new family?
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Grinning at the Abyss
By @john1208
When my sister Safura burst into Grandmother’s deathbed chamber to swap our betrothal papers, everyone expected me to cry. Instead, I giggled and signed my life over to Basir Vost - the sickly, disgraced glyph-scholar doomed to die in a month. Safura thought she was stealing Dalun, the doctor destined to cure the canyon’s plague and become a billionaire. She didn’t know two things. First, my 'airhead' persona hides the fastest, most lethal canyon-runner in Qalari. Second, I recently unearthed a coded journal written by my own past self, detailing exactly how to manipulate Safura into taking Dalun before her bottomless greed pushes him into horrific, illegal human trials. My mission? Keep Basir from translating the explosive Obsidian Glyph that killed him in the last timeline. If I can physically snatch the volatile runes before they detonate, his research will unlock the city's limitless ancient power grid. But with Safura's double agent already infiltrating our crumbling manor, can I keep up my cheerful, ditzy act long enough to turn my dying scholar into the city's apex tycoon?
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The Sovereign's Smoldering Snare
By @john1208
I was supposed to die in chapter ten. Transmigrated as Tashiqa, a doomed noblewoman in the grimdark fantasy 'The Obsidian Crown', I seized the moment my ex-fiancé publicly humiliated and stripped me of my titles at a grand gala to pull off the ultimate vanishing act. My destination? The belly of the beast. To escape the terrifying Demon King Khaval, who was destined to slaughter my entire bloodline, I disguised myself as a soot-covered furnace stoker in his newly conquered dread citadel. It’s the perfect cover. I endure the blistering heat, deal with a delusional soot-demon sidekick, and dodge Khaval’s terrifying, blood-soaked tantrums whenever his continent-wide manhunt fails to locate me. All I need is to survive until the System grants me the ultimate 'Amulet of Erasure.' But during a frantic rebel attack in the lower levels, Khaval catches a glimpse of me aggressively cracking my knuckles in a cascading, rhythmic pattern - a habit I only do when I'm furious. The cat-and-mouse game instantly kicks into overdrive. When I finally claim my hard-earned System reward to erase my existence, why does it feel like a demonic marriage bond pulling me straight into his lap?
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The Redline Ruse
By @john1208
At the gloomy funeral of a syndicate founder, Bexari is sweating under a high-society mourning veil. She has just stolen the identity of Nezara, an elite gravity-skiff pilot who vanished, desperately needing the racing league's payout to protect her little brother, Taze. But her survival plan violently collides with Raxen - the circuit's most scandalous playboy and Nezara's fiercest track rival. Facing a severed corporate sponsorship over his reckless partying, Raxen needs a 'respectable' high-society girlfriend to salvage his public image. He chooses his stuffy rival, unaware he is actually blackmailing a feral, cheeky street-rat. Bexari agrees, injecting her stolen persona with a shameless flair that leaves Raxen utterly captivated. The action on the track is explosive, but the danger off-track is worse. When Raxen cancels a luxury yacht trip with supermodels just to bring her soup when she is sick, and perfectly remembers a passing craving for lower-level street food, Bexari realizes he is falling for her. After a massive, breath-stealing kiss on the arena’s holo-cam blurs the lines entirely, another pilot dares to hit on her - and Raxen’s bored playboy facade shatters into terrifying, genuine possessiveness. But how long until he uncovers her fraud?
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Ignition in the Frost
By @john1208
Zavrina Kosh's twenty-fifth birthday begins as an ordinary morning - until she pours her coffee and a sniper’s bullet shatters her favorite mug. Burned out from her chaotic life as an underground syndicate mechanic and nursing a freshly broken heart, she acts on pure, hot-tempered impulse. Packing a single bag and telling only her fiercely loyal best friend Yelva, Zavrina drives out to a remote, snow-choked cabin in the Drezhal Mountains. Expecting total isolation, she instead finds herself captivated by Zhevan, a brooding musician playing hypnotic melodies at the local tavern. Their fleeting vacation becomes an intoxicating mix of atmospheric, fireside confessions and adrenaline-fueled snowmobile clashes against local mountain thugs. When Zavrina eventually returns to the city, they keep their spark alive through months of secret, handwritten letters. But when Zhevan unexpectedly arrives in her metropolis for a permanent reunion, the violent past Zavrina thought she left behind erupts. Hunted by the very syndicate she tried to escape, she is forced to realize that the person who orchestrated her heartbreak, ordered the sniper, and tracked her every move was the one woman she trusted implicitly. Can Zavrina and Zhevan survive the crossfire, or will their winter romance be buried in the fallout?
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The Ballistic Betrothal
By @john1208
Mireva Kanz operates on cold logic. As Oskara’s most lethal independent Striker, she trades in blood and efficiency, not emotions. But to access the restricted zone where her missing brother vanished, she needs high-level clearance. Enter Kazem Varo: a notoriously reckless munitions heir who desperately needs to sanitize his playboy image to secure a massive corporate defense deal. The deal they strike in the blood-spattered back room of a combat arena is simple: Mireva acts as his devoted fiancé for the broadcast cameras, and Kazem gets her the clearance. It’s a perfectly calculated transaction. But navigating high-speed beast hunts and assassination attempts is nothing compared to the danger of Kazem himself. Why does this supposed degenerate blush furiously whenever she matter-of-factly compliments his marksmanship? And when a rival Striker flirts with her, why does Kazem’s careless facade slip into terrifying, feral possessiveness? When a broadcast drone captures their breath-stealing kiss for the entire city, the lines between their high-octane PR stunt and reality begin to blur. But when Mireva finally realizes the pact they signed wasn't a standard corporate NDA, will she survive the truth of Kazem's lifelong obsession?
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Steel and Sand: Igniting the Warlord's Empire
By @john1208
Tasmira spent her first life shrinking from the world, manipulated by her treacherous cousin into despising her arranged husband, Zarbek. She even refused to visit the stoic commander on his deathbed, only to realize her folly when she perished in a deliberately set fire. Awaking in the middle of a brutal caravan ambush on their wedding day, the shy but immovably stubborn Tasmira makes a different choice. Dodging assassin blades, she throws herself into Zarbek's arms, violently ordering his vanguard to slaughter their attackers before hiding her blushing face in his cloak. Utilizing her future knowledge of the hidden Sun-Vein crystal mines, Tasmira sets out to dismantle her cousin's faction and secretly build an unstoppable empire for her bewildered, deeply flustered husband. But as Tasmira's rapid economic expansion collides with the continent's separate, terrifying war against the mythical Crimson Scourge rebels, she uncovers a shocking twist: her new syndicate and the rebellion are actually one and the same. Zarbek has secretly been the rebel king all along. Can she forge his empire fast enough to rewrite history, or will the flames of the capital consume them again?
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The Ghost in His Code
By @john1208
Five years ago, a brutal breakup drove Kenza Varel into a drunken, one-night mistake with a stranger. Today, she is a cold, calculating data-runner in the neon-drenched city of Korsav, violently protective of her five-year-old son, Kitt. The story opens with a high-speed hover-bike chase as Kenza outruns rival fixers, only to discover Kitt has just masterfully hacked the impenetrable servers of Moray Synthetics. Knowing the ensuing corporate manhunt will expose them, Kenza executes a chillingly bold plan: she applies for a security job at Moray to erase her son's digital trail from the inside. But the ruthless CEO is Dastan Moray - her one-night stand. Tension redlines every time he nears her desk, sparking a bittersweet, unspoken pull. When Kitt inevitably breaches the mainframe again and Dastan catches him, the billionaire doesn't call security. He instantly buys a sprawling cliffside fortress and showers the genius boy with ungodly wealth. Kenza realizes she completely misunderstood the rules of this deadly corporate game. Dastan wasn’t hunting a hostile hacker. What if his impenetrable security system was actually a desperate, global beacon designed solely to find her?
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One-Star Getaway Driver
By @john1208
Miro Veltis shook hands with his terrifying grandfather, agreeing to a year-long trial away from the Veltis Maritime shipping empire. Miro's goal? To find a woman who loves him for his golden heart, entirely without his wealth. But when Miro's humble takeout delivery interrupts a multimillion-dollar smuggling drop in the rain, the furious gangster princess Nyssa Garren slaps him with a one-star review and takes him hostage as her personal getaway driver. Thrust into a high-octane world of bullets, rival cartels, and screeching tires, Miro refuses to lose his sunny disposition - or his perfect rating. He aggressively chaperones Nyssa through shootouts, politely neutralizes assassins, and slowly melts her icy heart. But as her syndicate rivals close in, a bloody misunderstanding comes to light. Miro thought his grandfather’s opening deal to 'claim the Garren girl's heart' was a romantic trial to test true love. His family actually expected him to assassinate her and annex her territory. When the Veltis fleet arrives to finish the job, will this ridiculously kind courier burn his own empire to protect his one-star customer?
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The Smuggler's Ledger
By @john1208
The vertical canyon-city of Ostrom is unforgiving. If you lack ration stamps, you starve; if you lack a two-parent household, the state seizes your orphaned kin. Zorina Vesh is a cold, calculating rail-runner, surviving by dodging the Vulkari Guard across the city's treacherous funicular lines. Her concrete goals? Keep her nephew Miren out of the state foundries and find the man who framed her brother for treason. But during a high-speed rooftop chase, Zorina crashes into the office of Kovan Tarsil - the meticulous, unromantic state accountant whose audits have been ruining her smuggling routes. Facing execution or the labor camps, they strike a desperate bargain: a fake marriage. He avoids the bachelor's military draft; she secures Miren's freedom. Told in alternating third-person perspectives, their shared apartment becomes a quiet sanctuary where they silently trade the best cuts of scarce food over stacks of ledgers. But when Kovan risks his pristine career to buy Zorina a rare brass music box she lingered over, their slow-burning respect ignites. As Kovan's audit into missing rations and Zorina's hunt for her brother's killer suddenly merge into one terrifying conspiracy, can their fragile new family survive the explosive fallout?
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Sprint, Strike, Surrender
By @john1208
I was mid-air, about to roundhouse kick a desert marauder through a tavern window, when I saw him: the Asura of Qalhat. According to the ancient Varma family curse, if I cross paths with him, I die in flames. So, I did what any rational, highly-trained fighter would do. I dropped my target, screamed, and sprinted in the exact opposite direction. Straight into Zayir. Zayir is my obnoxious, insufferable martial arts rival at the Sun-Peak Sect. He’s also the only one who finds my sudden, terrified sprinting utterly hilarious. Every time I try to physically run away from the Asura, Zayir is there, blocking my path, teasing me relentlessly, and dragging me into his own fast-paced, deadly missions. But what I don't know is that the terrifying brute I've been running from is just a decoy. Zayir is the real Asura, hiding behind a swapped identity to avoid political assassins. When the truth inevitably comes to light, will the monster of prophecy destroy me, or will he do the unthinkable and lock a magical binding collar around his own neck just to prove I'm safe?
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The Counterfeit Maid's Sweet Sabotage
By @john1208
Mari Venza just wanted the overtime pay. Swapping identities with her terrified roommate to work as a catering maid at the elite Morvando estate was supposed to be a simple, one-night gig to pay for her hidden little brother's medical care. But when heavily armed mercenaries crash the grand engagement party of the scarred, reclusive Dante Morvando and his snobby childhood friend Bianca, Mari's survival instincts kick in. She 'accidentally' trips the assassins and spills boiling soup on their weapons, saving Dante's life while maintaining a bubbly, airheaded facade. Intrigued by her radiant smile and completely unaware of her lethal reflexes, Dante demands she become his live-in personal maid. Trapped in the gloomy, heavily fortified Villa Ombrosa, Mari cooks his meals, brightens his suffocating darkness, and slowly becomes his only addiction. He even begins secretly tutoring her for her college entrance exams in the dead of night. But with Bianca constantly trying to ruin her, assassins closing in, and a bittersweet, unspoken affection growing between them, how long can Mari keep up her cheerful charade before her dangerous past catches up to both of them?
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