Chapter: GrewaldThe room was heavy with tension as the duke who spoke placed the lantern on the table. It sat there, unassuming yet brimming with the weight of history. I stared at the object, my green eyes narrowing as unease settled over me."This is one of the lanterns Athena used to trap spirits," the duke declared, his voice steady yet charged with excitement. "After her death, they were believed to be lost or destroyed. But here it is—an artifact of unimaginable power, Your Majesty."I reached forward, running my fingers over the intricate carvings etched into its surface. The faint glow emanating from it was almost imperceptible, like the dying embers of a once roaring fire."It's powerless," I said, placing the lantern back down with a decisive thud."Yes," the duke admitted reluctantly. "Its power has faded, but it can be reawakened—if the goddess, Athena, wills it."My jaw tightened at their words. "She's not ready," I replied flatly, meeting their expectant gazes with a firm, unyielding st
Last Updated: 2025-01-25
Chapter: lantern Lucuis POVAfter carefully tucking Kiara into bed, I quietly left her chambers. The hallway was still and dimly lit, the silence a welcome reprieve from her drunken ramblings. I shook my head, a small smile pulling at my lips as I thought about her antics. She'd be nursing quite the hangover in the morning.By the time I reached my own chamber, exhaustion tugged at me. The alcohol I'd consumed on the rooftop added a slight haze to my senses, though I'd been careful not to drink too much. As I closed the door behind me, ready to collapse into bed, I froze. Kael was standing in the middle of the room, his arms crossed and his expression unreadable."Don't you ever sleep?" I asked, raising an eyebrow at him.He smiled faintly, brushing off the remark. "Your Highness, the Dukes of Decresh have suddenly called for an impromptu meeting tomorrow morning," he said, his tone serious.I frowned, already uninterested. "Tell them to wait," I said dismissively, moving toward my bed.Before I could
Last Updated: 2025-01-25
Chapter: drunkThe burial of Tae was silent, too silent. I couldn't shake the emptiness that settled deep within me, the heavy sadness that clung to my every step. We had laid her to rest, but it didn't feel like enough. Nothing would ever feel like enough. I stood there, barely able to hold myself together, watching as they covered her with earth. There was something so final about it, something that made the weight on my chest even heavier.When we finally returned to the palace, I didn't even notice the halls as I walked past them. My feet seemed to move on their own, dragging me toward my chambers. I needed to be alone, to breathe, to think—though I wasn't sure what there was left to think about.I closed the door behind me softly, the silence almost suffocating. The space felt too big, too empty, even though it was filled with everything I would need. I dropped onto the bed, feeling the exhaustion catch up to me in waves. Everything felt off, like my mind was scattered, torn between grief, conf
Last Updated: 2025-01-24
Chapter: Fail Wrath wasted no time as he hauled Veryon's unconscious body over his shoulder, his movements swift and methodical."Where do we hide him?" Gluttony muttered, gnawing on his nails anxiously. "We can't leave him out in the open!""Over there." Wrath gestured sharply to a shadowed corner where jagged rocks jutted out like teeth. Without hesitation, he tossed Veryon's limp body into the crevice, covering him with nearby debris to obscure him from sight. The others exchanged nervous glances, their usual bravado replaced by a growing fear.And then it happened. The air shifted, heavy and oppressive. A cold, dark energy seeped into the room, making the already dim surroundings feel suffocating. Pride straightened immediately, his usual arrogance faltering as he muttered, "He's here."The room fell silent as Nihil's presence grew stronger. A figure emerged from the shadows—a towering being, cloaked in an aura of malevolence that made even Wrath take a step back. His eyes glowed with an otherw
Last Updated: 2025-01-23
Chapter: NihilLust hit the ground first, her body scraping against the jagged, dark terrain. She barely felt the pain, too consumed by the chaos swirling around them. The portal had been a mistake. They were supposed to bring Kiara, but instead, they had pulled in a stranger—this mage, this Veryon.Lust's sharp gaze flickered to the others as they slowly rose from the ground, just as confused, just as enraged. They had all expected Kiara to be there, not him. Their plans were in ruins before they even had a chance to begin."What is this?" Lust's voice was a hiss, barely controlled. "This isn't Kiara. This is nothing but a mage."Veryon groaned, pushing himself upright, blood trickling down his forehead. He looked every bit the part of a man who'd been thrown through hell and back, but he wasn't broken—not yet."I'm not your pawn," he spat, barely able to stand.The others loomed around him like shadows, each one distinct, their very presence oppressive. Lust's hands clenched into fists. She had fa
Last Updated: 2025-01-22
Chapter: Veryon&Tae"Maybe it's better that he's gone." Lucius's cold words pierced through the heavy silence, each syllable laced with a detachment that made my blood boil."What?" I choked out, barely able to believe what I was hearing. My chest tightened, my grief momentarily replaced by rage.Lucius met my gaze, his expression unyielding. "We need to focus on how that spirit got into the palace. That's the priority now.""What are you saying?" I demanded, my voice trembling with emotion. "What do you mean we won't save Veryon? He's your brother, Lucius!""He's a disturbance," Lucius replied coldly. "He's always been a disturbance. I've been trying to rid this palace of him for days. And now, it's finally happened."My hands clenched into fists. "You're lying," I said, my voice breaking. "You don't mean that.""I do," Lucius shot back. "You should be glad he's gone. He's been nothing but trouble, especially to you.""No!" I shouted. "You don't get to decide that!.Lucius's eyes narrowed, his voice dro
Last Updated: 2025-01-22
The bride's stand-In
Life was steady—maybe not ideal, but manageable—for Evelyn Morgan, the overlooked daughter of a powerful business magnate and his unforgiving wife. Evelyn’s world revolves around a thankless life in the Morgan Mansion, where she's treated as little more than a maid, despite being family by blood. But everything changes the night her glamorous sister Diane, the chosen heiress, vanishes without a trace, leaving Evelyn with an unexpected and weighty responsibility.
To save her family’s reputation and future, Evelyn must step in as Diane’s replacement, meeting with the mysterious and notoriously wealthy Mr. Volkow. Rumored to be a crippled recluse, he is nothing like she expected—gorgeous, intense, and unnervingly sharp. Evelyn quickly realizes her life will never be quite the same, especially as she navigates a world where her role and her heart seem more complicated than she ever imagined.
But with each encounter, Evelyn begins to wonder if she’s in over her head...
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Chapter: stellaMorning Light and ChoicesEvelyn stirred as the soft warmth of sunlight kissed her face, filtering through the open window. The golden rays danced across the room, casting delicate patterns onto the walls and the polished floor. She blinked slowly, her mind a haze of half-remembered dreams and lingering tension from the previous night. The weight of her new reality pressed against her chest, but for a moment, she let herself bask in the light.Sitting up, Evelyn stretched, the silky sheets sliding from her shoulders. Her gaze fell on the exquisite gown draped carefully over a nearby chair. It was breathtaking—a deep crimson dress with delicate gold embroidery tracing patterns along the hem and bodice. The fabric shimmered faintly in the morning light, exuding elegance and power.Before she could rise to examine it, the door opened, and the maids entered, their presence as quiet as a whisper. Behind them, Artemis followed, her fiery red hair swept into a sleek bun. She wore a black but
Last Updated: 2024-12-31
Chapter: DarkerEvelyn stirred awake, her eyelids fluttering as she adjusted to the dim lighting of the room. A dull, persistent throbbing radiated from the side of her head, a reminder of the chaos that had led her here. The memory of the accident and the kidnapping that followed was still vivid in her mind—the cold hands that had gripped her, the muffled cries for help. Everything had spiraled so fast. She hadn’t had time to process it all until now.With a soft groan, she pushed herself upright, her hands gripping the silky sheets beneath her. The bed was absurdly large and far more luxurious than anything she had ever imagined for herself. Her gaze flitted around the room, taking in the sheer opulence of her surroundings. High ceilings with ornate molding, plush furniture adorned with gold accents, and a chandelier that cast soft, warm light across the space—it was the kind of life she had only seen in magazines.She swung her legs over the edge of the bed, her bare feet brushing against the cool
Last Updated: 2024-12-30
Chapter: try meThe air was heavy with tension as Michael’s sleek black car pulled up to the imposing gates of the Morgan mansion. He had to be careful as he seemed to be exposing himself more often, bringing more danger to him. The guard stationed at the entrance barely had time to react before Michael’s men subdued him, opening the gates with swift precision. Michael stepped out of the car, his expression cold and unreadable, his sharp suit catching the moonlight. He adjusted his cuffs calmly as if the night’s events were nothing out of the ordinary. “Stay here,” he instructed adams and the others. “I’ll handle this myself.” “But, sir—” Adams began, concern evident in his tone. Michael’s piercing glare silenced him. “I said, stay.” With that, he strode up the marble steps of the mansion, his footsteps echoing ominously. Inside, the house was eerily quiet, the grandeur of the lavish interior doing nothing to soften the storm brewing in Michael’s chest Mr. Morgan was in his study, sipping on
Last Updated: 2024-12-20
Chapter: stubbornThe chaotic aftermath of Evelyn's rescue was palpable as Michael’s team worked quickly to secure the area. Evelyn was unconscious, her wrists bruised from the tight ropes that had bound her. Michael knelt beside her, his jaw clenched as he gently lifted her into his arms. "She’s breathing,” Adams said, his voice calm despite the tension in the air. “But she needs medical attention immediately.” Michael’s nod was curt. “We’re taking her home. Get the medic on standby.” The team moved with precision, clearing the scene and ensuring no trace of their involvement remained. Michael carried Evelyn to the waiting SUV, his grip protective as though shielding her from the world. The car ride back was tense, the silence broken only by the hum of the engine. Evelyn stirred slightly in his arms, her eyes fluttering open for a brief moment. “Michael…” she whispered, her voice faint. “I’m here,” he said softly, brushing a stray lock of hair from her face. “You’re safe now.” Her lips move
Last Updated: 2024-12-20
Chapter: kidnapBefore Michael sat at the table, his fingers lightly tapping against the polished oak surface. Diane’s voice dripped with an odd mix of apology and desperation as she spoke, though Michael barely acknowledged her. His focus, sharp as ever, was split between her words and the unsettling sensation that something wasn’t right. Evelyn’s absence weighed on him, and the tension in his gut refused to ease. “Michael,” Diane began, her tone soft and coaxing. “I didn’t know. I swear, I didn’t. When I left, it wasn’t because I didn’t want to marry you. It was because I thought…” She hesitated, wringing her hands nervously. “People were saying you were… crippled. That you couldn’t even leave your estate. Everyone was gossiping.” Michael’s gaze shifted to her, his expression unreadable. “And you believed them?” he asked, his voice calm but laced with quiet disdain. Diane flinched under the weight of his words. “I didn’t mean to. I was young, Michael. I panicked. I didn’t know what to do.” S
Last Updated: 2024-12-20
Chapter: LIESEvelyn’s head throbbed as she regained consciousness, her vision blurry. The cold leather seat beneath her and the hum of the car engine told her she was being transported somewhere. Panic surged through her veins as she tried to move, but her hands were tightly bound behind her back. The faint, metallic taste of blood lingered in her mouth, a cruel reminder of the hand that had grabbed and silenced her earlier.“Stay still,” a gruff voice ordered from the front seat, his tone menacing. “You don’t want to make this worse for yourself.”Evelyn clenched her fists, trying to suppress the rising fear. Her mind raced as she pieced together what had just happened. She had been dragged out of the Morgan mansion, shoved into this car, and now she was at the mercy of strangers with bad intentions. But why? What did they want from her?The car sped through the streets, its tires screeching as it turned sharply. Evelyn glanced out the window, but the tinted glass obscured her view. She could fee
Last Updated: 2024-12-20
HEARTBREAKER
The world knows no master like Lucian Daiuz. While they claim that no one is above the law, he stands far beyond it—beyond governments, kings, monarchs, or mafias. All bow to him. His face is a mystery, his voice unheard by any who live to tell the tale. To some, he is a devil, a monster. Whispers and rumours paint him in a thousand shades of darkness, even questioning his manhood for remaining without a wife at 33. Every woman he takes as a wife vanishes before a month passes, and his wealth, so immense, could feed the entire country and still leave a fortune untouched. Lucian Daiuz—he is the man who haunts every nightmare. And now, I have been chosen to be his wife...
She is the embodiment of grace in a world marred by shadows, a damsel whose beauty radiates across the kingdom. Men fall to their knees for a chance at her favour, but none have succeeded in capturing her heart. She turns them all away, waiting for the one who can truly claim her. Her purity and light are enough to banish the darkness that surrounds me. She is Princess Aurora von Dysheria, and I have claimed her to be my bride.
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Chapter: SexThe car rolled to a smooth stop in front of an estate so vast it felt like a world of its own. The towering gates had already given away the grandeur within, but seeing the mansion up close was an entirely different experience. I hesitated, the weight of my situation pressing down harder as the door opened. A pair of maids and butlers approached, their smiles polite but distant as they offered me assistance.“This way, my lady,” one of them said softly, gesturing toward the grand staircase that led to the mansion’s main entrance.Every step I took felt heavier than the last. The mansion loomed above me, its intricate design and towering walls dwarfing anything I’d ever seen. My father’s home had been luxurious, yes—imposing in its own right. But this… this was a palace reborn. No, it was something beyond that. It was like stepping into a dream—one I wished I could wake from.Inside, the opulence was overwhelming. Chandeliers dripped with crystals that refracted light like miniature ra
Last Updated: 2024-12-07
Chapter: ContractThe door clicked softly behind her, sealing Aurora in the silence of her room. She took a few steps, each one feeling heavier, her chest tightening as she tried to gather her thoughts. Her heart was pounding, raw and exposed, as the magnitude of her father’s words replayed in her mind. The walls of her room, once her haven, now felt like a cage.Aurora moved slowly to her bed, almost as if in a trance, and sat on its edge, hands gripping the coverlet. Her gaze drifted to the distant mountains outside her window, the sun slipping below the horizon, painting the sky in colours that felt too beautiful, too serene for the storm raging inside her. A single tear slipped down her cheek, and then another, until her quiet grief gave way to soft, broken sobs that filled the silence.She had been taught to carry herself with grace and strength, to stand tall as the future leader of Dysheria. But here, behind closed doors, in the solitude of her own space, she allowed herself to feel. The ache of
Last Updated: 2024-11-01
Chapter: FORECED CONTRACTHer heart skipped a beat, and for a split second, she considered approaching him, demanding to know what he wanted. But the sensible part of her brain warned her against it. She had more important things to deal with, like getting her friends home safely and avoiding any more trouble.Suppressing the unease gnawing at her, she turned her back on him, pretending not to notice. Her friends were now safely in their bodyguards' care, and she hurried back to her own car, eager to leave the unsettling scene behind. But as she walked away, she could feel his eyes on her, watching her every move.The drive back to the palace was silent, with only the low hum of the engine and the occasional rustle of trees in the wind. The weight of the night's events pressed down on her, but it wasn't just the noise, the alcohol, or the exhaustion. It was him. The Smirk Guy. He had been there, watching her, just like all those other times.When they finally arrived at the palace, the grand, silent structure
Last Updated: 2024-11-01
Chapter: THE SMIRK GUYThe night was eerily quiet, the kind of stillness that seemed to hum with hidden anticipation. A lone figure lay in a bed draped in silken sheets, her breath soft and even as she drifted into the sanctuary of sleep. The only light came from the faint glow of the moon filtering through the grand windows, casting delicate patterns across the room. The air was heavy with the scent of lavender, a scent meant to lull even the most troubled mind into slumber. But that peace was shattered by the blaring sound of a phone. The princess stirred, her delicate fingers reaching out lazily for the device. The screen was a harsh contrast against the dark, and she squinted as the brightness flooded her sleepy vision. A series of messages awaited her, their notifications relentless. She sighed, a sense of dread settling in the pit of her stomach as she read the texts. Of course, it was them. Who else could it be at this ungodly hour? Her so-called best friends since high school—Ashley and Abigael. T
Last Updated: 2024-11-01
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