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Threads of Frost and Ruin

Threads of Frost and Ruin

By @john1208

Ozan Demirok is a man of quiet, ruthless patience. For years, he has plotted the downfall of Pasha Safavi, the corrupt official who ordered his family’s execution. His revenge begins with a strange delivery: a ciphered scroll that reveals the desperate financial straits of the Pasha's proud daughter, Leyli. Approaching her as a bitter rival, Ozan slowly weaves himself into her life, becoming the indispensable partner her magical silk enterprise cannot survive without. As they build an empire together, the sparks of their rivalry kindle into a slow-burning, undeniable romance. But Ozan refuses to let love detour his vengeance. At the pinnacle of their success, the trap springs: Ozan withdraws his support and announces his sudden marriage to Leyli's most hated rival, utterly ruining her. But the victory turns to ash when Ozan's secondary plot - his secret hunt for the city's true mastermind - collides with his revenge. He discovers Leyli was never his enemy, but the very anonymous rebel who had been protecting his network all along. Now, Leyli is exiled to the freezing mountains. Will a ruthless man's days of kneeling in the unforgiving snow be enough to thaw a heart he deliberately shattered?

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Rations and Revolvers

Rations and Revolvers

By @john1208

My morning was ruined the second a stray bullet shattered my only mug of acorn coffee. But things got worse when Matron Ruzha kicked my door down, threatening me with the sulfur mines if I didn't finally marry and meet the village's matrimony quota. To get the relentless matchmakers off my back, I happily dragged Daris, the impoverished, perpetually exhausted farmer next door, to the registry office. It was a perfect, practical arrangement. I play the scatterbrained housewife while secretly running rebel missives; he farms turnips and mostly ignores me. But our quiet life of silently swapping the best pieces of our meager meat rations is a lie. My "helpless" husband is actually the Brass King, boss of the Gresnian underworld. And when my rebel cell's mission to hijack a military train violently collides with his syndicate's heist on the very same locomotive, a life-threatening explosion forces our masks off. Can our fragile, unspoken affection survive the crossfire, or will our secrets bury us in the rubble?

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