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The Devil's Bride~

Within the forbidden walls of a dark castle, there was a being whose existence was feared by everyone. Rumours whispered he was the Devil. It was said that the king of Velmont was a two-horned monster, possessing a pair of crimson eyes that burned maliciously in the darkness. Black wings erupted from his back—they said, as black as hell. His claws were sharper than a blade, they could rip humans apart in a heartbeat. Some claimed his body was covered in horrifying, demonic scales. Others said he had the most terrifying face anyone had ever seen. But no one truly knew what the king of Velmont looked like, except for the vampires in his court, because if anyone dared so much as step into the castle, uninvited, they disappeared mysteriously—never to be seen again. All her life, Jasmine has been regarded as the royal family's black sheep. By being born to a maid who was romantically involved with the king, she was considered illegitimate and a disgrace to royalty. Forced to reside in an old, crumbling tower in the farthest part of the castle, Jasmine spent her life lonely and isolated, where she constantly wished to live a normal life in the kingdom. However, on her nineteenth birthday, she was released. Jasmine thought she was finally free—finally accepted by her kingdom and by the royal family. But how would she have ever imagined her freedom would surface into a nightmare? How would she have thought she would be married off as a tribute bride to the King of Velmont? King Hades. Jasmine thinks she is ill-fated and unfortunate—marrying a man who was said to be the Devil. A man who ruled a kingdom of vampires. A man who could end her fragile life with a snap of his finger. She had heard how his ruthlessness knew no bounds. He loved to spill blood everywhere he went, even kings were threatened by his name. However, when she had arrived at the kingdom of Velmont, this very Devil had ruthlessly beheaded a noble vampire who had tried to drink her blood. And when she finally looked into the eyes of the monster she had been forced to marry, they weren't crimson and malicious. They were silver. And they were the most enchanting pair of eyes she had ever seen.
Dark_AngeI · 2.8k Views

The little gluttonous child needs to eat

Yao Yao was born as a little glutton, her appetite rivaling half a mountain. One day, the old Taoist who adopted her passed away in meditation. At just three and a half years old, Yao Yao had no choice but to pack her small bag and head down the mountain to find her senior master. By chance, she ended up saving a wealthy tycoon from a car accident and became the adopted daughter of the prestigious Gu family. At first, everyone in the Gu family opposed the idea. The Gu family matriarch tapped her cane and said, “Raising someone else’s child? Careful not to end up with an ingrate!” The Gu family head, Gu Xuesong, said indifferently, “Picked up halfway? Who knows what kind of trouble she might bring.” From the eldest to the seventh brother, their response was unanimous: “We don’t want a sister!” But this little girl, rejected by the entire family, proved herself after joining the Gu household. She resolved the business partner issues that even Gu Xuesong couldn’t handle, bringing in so many contracts that they couldn’t sign them all. She cured the Gu matriarch’s chronic leg pain, to the point where the old lady was now striding around effortlessly… Even the seven Gu brothers, one after another, benefited greatly from her presence. It was only then that the Gu family realized they had brought home a treasure. From then on, the Gu family’s attitude completely changed. The Gu matriarch: “Yao Yao, do you want some cream puffs? Grandma will buy them for you.” Gu Xuesong: “Yao Yao, do you want a private jet? Daddy will have one sent over to take you for a ride.” The Gu brothers: “Yao Yao, do you want…” And so, Yao Yao secured herself a meal ticket—one of the highest quality! ============= Love this translation? Support me on Patreon for early access, exclusive content, and more! Your support keeps the translations coming—subscribe today! Join me on Patreon.com/flokixy to get access to +40 Advance Chapters
Alkaysare · 290.5k Views

Taming future Evil Husbands as a Baby Princess: Save ME!

Old people used to say—"Watch your mouth. Once a word leaves, it never comes back." Nonsense, I thought. Pure, unadulterated nonsense. At least, that’s what I thought before today. Now, I’m sitting in an office that smells like pure disappointment, staring at a boss who can only be described as a fat, bald rhino. And I mean it. Not a single strand of hair. Smooth. Shiny. Reflecting my bad decisions right back at me. And the horn? Judging by his face, it looked like the rhino tried climbing a mountain and got the horn stuck halfway. Impossible, right? Yeah, that’s what I thought too. But look at this—today, a rhino is sitting in a chair, in an office, acting like he owns the world. Clearly, anything is possible. Now, all of this was supposed to stay in my head. A thought. A private, safe, non-life-threatening thought. But me? Why would I act normal? Why would I choose peace when I can personally ruin my entire life? So, instead of walking out quietly, I said it. "You fat rhino. I quit." ... Ah. Beautiful. Truly, I had the aura of a domineering CEO. Except for one small issue: I’m not the heroine of some high-end drama. There was no background music. No slow-motion exit. No hidden identity. Just me. A nuisance with no powerful family and no backup. If my ancestors could see me right now, they’d crawl out of their graves just to beat me up themselves. But it’s fine. Because according to every story I’ve ever read, I just need to raise my fist, land one punch, and—Boom. He flies two buildings away and I become a local legend. My fist landed. A solid, direct hit. ... Why was the rhino not moving? Not even an inch? New plan. There’s a door. There’s a security. There’s exactly one decision left: Die or run. So, obviously, I ran. "Grab her!" That was the last thing I heard before everything turned into chaos. I’m fast. I really am. Feet hitting the pavement, breath tearing out of my chest—I was doing great. I was surviving. I— Wait. Weren’t there people chasing me? Why did it suddenly go quiet? Their mouths were moving, but no sound came out. What kind of horror movie logic was this? And why were they looking at me like— BAM. Something hit me. My body lifted off the ground before crashing down hard enough to knock the soul out of my lungs. Right. So that part wasn't just in the movies. Damn. If I had known I was going to die like this, I would’ve at least shoved that novel straight down that old rhino’s throat before leaving. Seven Years Later... "Young Miss… would you be willing to marry me?" "Shut up." Isla didn’t even spare him a glance as she shoved the boy aside. He stumbled back, stunned, while another immediately stepped forward, far too eager. "Miss, I think I’m the better choi—" Slap. The crisp sound cut through the air, leaving the second boy frozen, his cheek reddening under her palm. "Both of you. Get lost." Before the silence could settle, another rushed in, holding out a delicately wrapped box. "Miss, here is a cake for you—" "Get. Lost." Her voice dropped an octave, sharp enough to slice through his courage. "The Young Miss only likes me!" another declared, pushing forward with ridiculous confidence. "Miss, this is a doll for you—" The voices overlapped. Gifts appeared one after another—cakes, dolls, trinkets—as if they thought piling offerings at her feet would win her over. In the middle of it all, Isla sat frozen. Her face flushed a deep red—but not from embarrassment. Her fingers curled against her lap, nails digging into her skin. What the hell is going on…? Her gaze swept across them, sharp and almost feral. Aren’t the male leads supposed to kill me? Her jaw tightened. Then why—God! How did I end up taming these crazy psychos?
SRTINA · 2.7k Views

His Father Bought Me

“No one looks at you. No one touches you. You’re a Whitehall now... And you’re mine.” Roman’s voice was a low, dangerous growl against her neck. She tilted her chin, meeting the predator in his eyes with her own cold fire. “I belong to no one, Roman, certainly not a beast in a jersey. If you want to claim me, you’ll have to do better than your father’s signature on a contract.” She spun her wheelchair to leave, but he was faster. His hand locked around her waist, dragging her back as his palm slammed against the wall beside her head. “Don’t you fucking dare me, Estelle.” — Estelle Rutledge was the Ice Queen of the Rutledge sports dynasty: national treasure, global brand, and the financial backbone of her family’s empire. Until one catastrophic crack on the ice shattered her career… and left her in a wheelchair. In the elite world of the one percent, a broken asset becomes a liability. With the Rutledge legacy collapsing under a mountain of debt, Estelle’s own mother did the unthinkable. She sold her daughter to the highest bidder, trading Estelle’s freedom for a check from Magnus Whitehall, the ruthless billionaire owner of a professional hockey empire. But Magnus didn’t buy Estelle for himself. He bought her to be his son’s leash. Roman Whitehall is the NHL’s most dangerous beast. A volatile heir with a scandal-soaked reputation and a temper that threatens the family’s billions. To the league’s board, he’s a loose cannon. To his father, he’s a problem that needs a wife to clean up his image. The command was simple: “Be the one thing he can’t avoid… or lose your legs.” Now Estelle is legally bound to a man who sees their marriage as a cage, and her as the bars holding him in. Roman believes she’s a fragile burden. Estelle thinks he’s a monster fueled by rage and secrets. But inside the Whitehall mansion, built on power, money, and lies, Estelle discovers a terrifying truth: she is not the first “Ice Queen” Magnus Whitehall has broken. Trapped in dynasty politics and a contract signed in blood, Estelle faces an impossible choice. Will she let the Whitehalls destroy what’s left of her… or join forces with the beast she hates most and burn their empire to the ground? Because even though she hates it, Roman Whitehall may be the only man who can help her stand again. Even if he has to break her first.
thecontentbridger · 94.4k Views

A Touch of Shadow: The Duke's Obsession

[Obsessive ML, Indulgent, Forbidden Historical Romance] Read this if you crave a forbidden affair between two nobles. On the night meant to seal her fate in silk and candlelight, Caelith Emberlyn discovers her new husband cheating on her with her own cousin. Before the humiliation can swallow her whole, another man steps out of the shadows—dangerous, powerful, and far more terrifying than heartbreak. He is the feared Commander of the Shadow Imperial Guard, a man whose name alone stills the court and stains the capital with silenced dread. Where others see a cold enforcer of the throne, he sees only her—wronged, furious, and far stronger than she appears. And he offers her a choice. Stay. What her husband failed to give—loyalty, devotion, power—he vows to place in her hands in his stead. But this is no gentle rescue. Their alliance begins in secrets and smolders in the dark, a forbidden affair that could shatter reputations and topple dynasties. He is ruthless in war and relentless in love, determined to claim not only her presence at his side but the guarded heart she refuses to yield. Meanwhile, her repentant husband returns with soft words and tender promises, swearing to cherish her forever. Yet regret comes too late in a world where power is currency and affection is a battlefield. Caught between a contrite prince of light and a possessive shadow king who would burn the world to keep her, she must decide: Will she return to the safety of a love that broke her… Or step into the fire of a devotion fierce enough to consume them both?
yoojee · 30k Views

I swore I was just helping raise our daughter

They were never lovers. Never promised each other anything beyond the shared responsibility of raising the most powerful, chaotic child the realms had ever seen. Lara, the infamous ex-commander with fire in her veins and mischief in her smile, walked away from war, titles, and politics—only to find herself tangled in a life she never expected. A life where she’s not the hero, not the villain, just the co-parent to a half-demon, half-Celestial whirlwind named Aliyah… and tethered, every single day, to the woman who both grounds her and keeps her at a distance. Sarisa, heir to the Celestial throne, is everything Lara is not—elegant, disciplined, devoted to duty. Once playful and soft, Sarisa has reshaped herself into something unshakable, a future queen too burdened to risk vulnerability. Especially when the court whispers that her daughter is an abomination. Especially when her mother has chosen a future and a spouse that doesn’t include Lara. They said they could raise Aliyah together. That it would be simple. No feelings. No future. Just two women bound by responsibility. But Aliyah is growing. Watching. Asking questions no child should ask with such clarity. And Lara is running out of ways to lie to herself. Because somewhere between sword lessons and bedtime stories, between stolen glances and unsaid words, Lara might have done the one thing she swore she wouldn’t. She might have fallen in love with the woman who was never meant to be hers. And Sarisa? She might already be breaking under the weight of pretending she doesn’t feel the same.
Ava_000 · 163.7k Views