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The Bride of the Storm Lord: Stormborne's Desire

(WARNING: MATURE CONTENT!!!) "You're going to be the death of me Aurelia." He muttered to her. "Valerian pls...am tired. You need to calm yourself." For heavens sake, he just made her have three orgasms while sore from the previous night. And he's seriously not trying to make her have the fourth one...is he? Breathing hardly now, his eyes locked on her lips. "You know that this one is your fault." "My fault?" She asked in shock. "What did I even do?" "You seduced me." He said and Aurelia was stunned speechless. With an erotic deep sound, valerian quickly descended his head as his mouth devoured hers with renewed vigour and primal hunger. It was as if he were so starved for her taste and was ravenous for her again. ****** In a land divided by elements and ruled by powerful lords blessed by ancient gods- Ignarion- god of fire. Vireon -god of storms. Caelion- god of wind. Neryth-goddess of ice and water. And Thalor- god of earth. Every alliance forged and every oath sworn carries the weight of divine power... and ancient prophecy. For centuries, each lord has coveted more power, more dominion, and more control. One spark is all it takes to ignite war. Born of fire, Aurelia Flameborne was once the pride and beloved daughter of Ashmere. A beautiful warrior princess, destined for greatness and betrothed to Neris Winterbourne, the cold and noble Lord of Winter. All of that shatters the day the witch Ishara curses her. After the devastating War of Ashmere, Her face becomes scarred, her magic fractures, and her family locks her away in the tallest tower, too ashamed to let the world see what she has become. Even her fiancé, the Lord of Winter, abandons her for another. But destiny refuses to let her fade. When whispers from the North threaten to end her engagement, Aurelia's heart shatters. But before her world crumbles completely, a storm rises. Valerian Stormborne, the ambitious and enigmatic Lord of Thunder, steps forward to claim her. Now bound to a tempest, Aurelia finds herself caught in a whirlwind of betrayal, political games, and the unexpected warmth of love from her tempestuous husband… and her husband's son who calls her mother. But beneath the surface of mortal schemes, the gods begin to stir. Buried deep in the ashes of Caelmont lies an ancient prophecy: A child blessed by all five gods, born of powers that should never mix, will either unite the fractured realms… or bring about their ruin. Now, every Lord wants that child. Every kingdom seeks to control fate. But the gods? They have plans of their own. Now Aurelia stands at the center of obsession and war. The Lord of Winter who rejected her wants her back. The Lord of Wind hides desire behind a cunning smile. Her sister, plots from the shadows. And Valerian, the man who swore she'd "never be a wife," to him begins to burn for her with a passion he cannot control. Caught between storms, gods, and a love that could destroy kingdoms, Aurelia must rise—or the realms will fall.
Unique_A · 226.7k Views

Love Beneath Silent Blades

~Prologue~ ~When Love is found in silence, even the sharpest blade can be gentle but it can also be dangerous~ Watch out~~ Born as the Crown Princess of the Fengyu Empire, Yu Shayue dedicated her youth for her nation. She endured relentless discipline, mastered political and strategic arts, and sacrificed every fragment of her innocence in order for the safety of her family and the empire. Yet, in return, she was met with their betrayal, scorn, and abandonment by her own family. Wronged by her own flesh and blood, Shayue sets aside her former loyalty and rises with an unyielding determination, to reclaim the throne which had always belonged to her. Her path to power leads her to an unexpected alliance -- a political marriage to Lin Yechen, the ruthless and cold Crown Prince of the Longlin Empire, an empire long bound to hers by generations of hostility and war. Feared for his cold intellect and merciless nature, Lin Yechen is a man whose trust is as dangerous as his enmity. Their union is not out of affection, but of calculated intent, the two formidable minds bound by ambition, secrets, betrayal and quiet vengeance. Within the treacherous court of the Longlin Empire, where every smile conceals a scheme and every step may lead to ruin, Shayue must fight for her survival and for her to control over her fate. Yet, as time unfolds and truths begin to surface, the distance between hostility and understanding begins to vanish and something else blooms. In the silence between battles and beneath the layers of their guarded hearts, something unexpected takes root. What begins as a union of necessity slowly transforms into something unique and memorable, where suspicion softens into trust, and rivalry gives way to a love neither of them ever sought... nor ever believed they deserved. Will Yu Shayue succeed in reclaiming her destiny without losing herself in the process? And when vengeance and love stand at odds, which path will she choose?
SashaaMoon · 15.6k Views

A DUKE'S CRIMSON SCANDAL

Lucien's control was fraying. He watched Elian's shoulders shake, watched fat tears roll down those flushed cheeks as the younger man tried—and failed—to hold back broken sobs. The sight should have disgusted him. Instead, it ignited something feral in his chest. "Be quiet, Elian," Lucien warned, voice low and strained. Elian's head snapped up, eyes blazing through the tears. "No! I will not be quiet!" His voice cracked, raw and defiant. "I demand you let me go. Set me—ah!" Lucien moved before he could think. In one brutal motion, he slammed Elian against the nearest wall, the impact knocking the breath from both of them. Elian's back hit stone with a dull thud, his wrists pinned above his head by one of Lucien's large hands. "Be quiet," Lucien hissed again, forehead pressed against Elian's, their breaths mingling hot and desperate. Elian whimpered, twisting uselessly in his grip. "You monster… you—" Lucien's mouth crashed down on his. It wasn't gentle. It wasn't a kiss—it was a claim. Hard, punishing, devouring. Elian gasped into it, the sound swallowed instantly as Lucien pressed closer, body caging him completely against the cold wall. The taste of salt from Elian's tears mixed with something sweeter, something that made Lucien's blood roar. Elian struggled for half a second… then his lips parted on a broken moan. Lucien pulled back just enough to growl against his mouth, "I said be quiet." But Elian—trembling, furious, aching—only whispered back, voice wrecked: "Make me." **** Some truths are worth killing for. ​Son of a traitor, Elian Morel was meant to burn in the Duke's dungeon. Instead, the ruthless Duke Lucien pulls him from the darkness and keeps him locked in his private wing—close enough to watch, to touch, to break. Elian hides a dangerous gift: with one touch, he can drag out the truth behind any lie. Lucien is cold precision and merciless control, a man bound by a royal betrothal and secrets of his own. But the more he tries to possess Elian, the more his iron restraint begins to crack. In a world of court intrigue and deadly politics, their charged proximity turns into something darker—something hungry. Every defiance, every forced confession, every lingering gaze pushes them closer to the edge. Between captor and captive, hatred and desire, a forbidden bond begins to form. One that could destroy them both. Power, obsession, and a love that defies the throne.
Rosegold_n · 140.3k Views

Transmigrated as Dead Heroine

I was doing well before my birthday started when I suddenly fainted and lost consciousness for days and during that time, I realized something funny. I transmigrated into the body of the dead heroine! Of all the characters I could possess why does it have to be the unlucky heroine?! To top it all, she even signed up for her demise at a young age. "glad you woke up, Wren. You made us worry." Caesar the unpredictable brother of mine hugged me and let out a relieving sigh while I was planning my survival here. God hates me somehow. I should be celebrating because I finally experienced transmigrating into a book I know, but I can't! "Fainting in the middle of the banquet is unsightly." if I can wish for a new father, someone please grant it immediately. I possessed the body of the heroine... But... DAMN IT! If I will be transmigrated in a book, please I will be glad if I become the extra or side character as long as it will guarantee that I will live long! "I hate girls like you. I still remember the way you ordered me around to marry you." He's looking at me like he will kill me if I don't go away. Unfortunately, that happened before I had known that he's going to be the one who killed me. The heroine will die at the hands of the Male lead, her betrothed. I know this is unusual. A heroine dying at the hands of the male lead... this is... haah. Nothing will change even if I whine here since I am the Protagonist. I did everything I could to turn everything the way I wanted and it did. Except there's one problem after another. I found out that something changed about the male lead and not only him, everyone around me is acting different which makes it more annoying! I think I changed everything so much that it became annoying.
Nakahara_Lied · 178.2k Views

Ghost in the palace

Ananya never expected death to bring her into another life. One moment, she was running her parents’ restaurant in the modern world. The next, she opened her eyes in silk robes, surrounded by hostile stares — the Queen Consort of the empire. But this body was cursed in everyone’s eyes. The Emperor loathed her. The mistress laughed at her. And the court whispered behind her back. Only she wasn’t truly alone. > “Finally, someone can see us!” “What kind of Queen Consort are you, so calm even with ghosts in your chamber?” “Shut up, Wei Rong, let her breathe. She looks like she’s about to faint.” Three ghosts — a stoic scholar, a brash general, and a mischievous noble girl — lingered at her side. They were invisible to all but her. And with them, she learned to survive the poisonous palace. When rumors spread that she was cursed, Ananya stood before the empire’s court. Instead of tears, she offered proof. Instead of fear, she offered dignity. > “If Heaven believes I am cursed, let the fire and smoke betray me. I will not hide.” And Heaven sided with her. Outside the palace, crises struck — starving soldiers, missing supplies, merchants growing fat from stolen grain. Inside, Lady Zhen, the Emperor’s favored mistress, grew bolder by the day, flaunting her beauty and mocking Ananya’s quiet grace. > “Sister, do you still dream of winning His Majesty’s heart? Look at you — plain, dull, unworthy.” “If simplicity is a crime, then let it be mine,” Ananya answered, unshaken. The Emperor indulged Lady Zhen openly… but in the silence of night, he tasted Ananya’s food, lingered at her table, and found himself unsettled by her calm. > “This is not palace fare,” he muttered. “It is lighter,” Ananya replied softly. “Easier to sleep after.” Step by step, conspiracy thickened. At a grand banquet, a poisoned cup was placed in Ananya’s hand. But a ghost’s laugh echoed in her ear — and the cup was swapped. A dancer collapsed instead. From that night on, the Emperor’s gaze changed. He began to notice the woman who never begged for favor, never fought for attention, yet always endured. Still, war brewed at the borders. Betrayals reached even the throne. Assassins crept through the palace halls. And the one person who seemed weakest became the calm at the center of the storm. Through whispered secrets, mischievous hauntings, and quiet resilience, Ananya carved her place in the empire. She would not simply survive. She would rise. And the Emperor who once despised her would one day whisper only her name.
Ashima_Mahajan_ · 210.3k Views