

The night I was born, every window in the kingdom of Astraea burned with candlelight for its newborn princess. Then black mist smashed through the palace doors. Morvena, the witch my family had banished years ago, strode across the shattered stained glass with thorns curling around her fingers. "You denied me mercy when I begged for it," she said. "So I will make you lose what you love most." She leaned over my cradle and gave me a cold smile. "When this child turns eighteen, death will begin to follow her. By your own hands, you will lose what you love most, and regret will haunt you for the rest of your lives." From that night on, I became the most precious person in Rose Palace. Father set moonstones in my crown. Mother sewed every gown I wore. Even after my little brother, Rowan, was born, the best of everything still came to me first. They always told him, "Let your sister have it. She won't be with us much longer." So I learned not to argue, not to make plans, and never to speak about the future. I simply waited for my eighteenth birthday the way other girls waited for a wedding. On that night, I blew out my candles beneath the tolling bells and hugged my parents and brother goodbye. The next morning, they entered my chamber dressed in mourning black. I sat up in bed and smiled. "Good morning." Their grief turned to shock. Then the shock hardened into something colder than hatred. That was when I understood. They had loved the princess who was supposed to die. They had never learned how to love the girl who lived. But they misunderstood the witch’s curse. Eighteen was never the end. The curse would follow me for an entire year… and by the time they realized the truth, it was already too late.

Prince Titus goes underground as a gladiator, hunting the poisoners who targeted his father the Emperor. In the arena, he’s rescued by Valeria -- the senator’s daughter he once saved from slavers as a boy. She proposes marriage to free him from bondage. Together they expose the conspiracy behind the palace walls, reclaim the throne, and rule Rome side by side.

Bella Miller, a broke college girl, never expected one night with the cursed Lycan King to leave her pregnant. Worse, she's a human. Humans die carrying a werewolf heir, yet saving her means he must give up his own life.

The night before high school graduation, Ethan Luciano pulled me into his bedroom. His hands were rough, his touch demanding, yet my heart overflowed with a decade's worth of unspoken longing. I'd loved Ethan for ten years, and finally, it seemed my silent wishes had come true. Afterwards, as we lay tangled in his sheets, he whispered that he'd marry me after graduation. Once he took over the Luciano family's empire from his father, he'd make me the most cherished woman in the family. I believed him. The next morning, I sat curled up against his bare chest as he casually told my foster brother, Lucas, about us. My cheeks were flushed, and my heart raced, still clinging to the sweetness of the night before. However, then their conversation shifted into Italian. Lucas smirked, leaning back against the doorframe. "Not bad, Young Boss. Your first time, and the school's 'it girl' just threw herself at you. So, how's my little sister taste?" Ethan gave a lazy chuckle. "Looks like an angel, but a freak in the sheets. Who would’ve thought?" The room erupted in low, conspiratorial laughter. Lucas raised a brow. "So, should I call her my little sister or my future sister-in-law?" Ethan’s tone darkened, his arm tightening around my waist for a moment. Then he let out a sigh. "She’s nothing. Just practice," he said, his voice dropping to a whisper. "I’m trying to hook up with the cheer captain, Sylvia Dawson, but I don’t want her thinking I’m clueless in bed. Cynthia Saville’s just a warm-up." He paused. "But don’t tell Sylvia. I don’t need her getting all emotional." They didn't know that I’d spent months secretly learning Italian, preparing for the life I thought I’d share with Ethan. I didn't say a word. Later that day, I quietly withdrew my early decision application to Caltech and applied to MIT instead.

Serion gave up his wings and royal title for love, only to be betrayed by his wife and son and tortured by beastfolk for three years. When he finally walks away, they discover the man they discarded was the Elven Prince. But by then, their regret comes far too late.

The night before high school graduation, Ethan Luciano pulled me into his bedroom. His hands were rough, his touch demanding, yet my heart overflowed with a decade's worth of unspoken longing. I'd loved Ethan for ten years, and finally, it seemed my silent wishes had come true. Afterwards, as we lay tangled in his sheets, he whispered that he'd marry me after graduation. Once he took over the Luciano family's empire from his father, he'd make me the most cherished woman in the family. I believed him. The next morning, I sat curled up against his bare chest as he casually told my foster brother, Lucas, about us. My cheeks were flushed, and my heart raced, still clinging to the sweetness of the night before. However, then their conversation shifted into Italian. Lucas smirked, leaning back against the doorframe. "Not bad, Young Boss. Your first time, and the school's 'it girl' just threw herself at you. So, how's my little sister taste?" Ethan gave a lazy chuckle. "Looks like an angel, but a freak in the sheets. Who would’ve thought?" The room erupted in low, conspiratorial laughter. Lucas raised a brow. "So, should I call her my little sister or my future sister-in-law?" Ethan’s tone darkened, his arm tightening around my waist for a moment. Then he let out a sigh. "She’s nothing. Just practice," he said, his voice dropping to a whisper. "I’m trying to hook up with the cheer captain, Sylvia Dawson, but I don’t want her thinking I’m clueless in bed. Cynthia Saville’s just a warm-up." He paused. "But don’t tell Sylvia. I don’t need her getting all emotional." They didn't know that I’d spent months secretly learning Italian, preparing for the life I thought I’d share with Ethan. I didn't say a word. Later that day, I quietly withdrew my early decision application to Caltech and applied to MIT instead.

Eight years ago, Seahorse Queen **Seraphina** was ambushed and nearly assassinated in the northern forest of **Norden Reef**. She was saved by **Finn**, a commoner, and the two shared a brief romance. After Seraphina returned to the palace, Finn discovered that he was carrying Seraphina's child in his brood pouch — yet, because she never came back for him, he was forced to stay with the **Marlow** family. Imprisoned by his stepfather **Alders** and his half-brother **Cedric**, Finn had his newborn son **Corwin** forcibly cut from his brood pouch, and the boy was reduced to a tool for brewing the Marlow family's elixir, "**Coral Tears**." Eight years later, Seraphina tracks her way to **Marlow Manor** — only to walk straight into the "real or fake Finn" scheme Alders has carefully engineered. A counterfeit prince consort, **Marina**, enters the palace with a counterfeit crown prince, **Cola**, while the real Finn and Corwin are locked away in the woodshed. Seraphina and the **Dowager Queen** join forces to expose the fraud: Alders and Cedric are executed, Marina is banished, and Finn and Corwin are finally brought home. Afterwards, **Prince Valen**, consumed by jealousy, schemes against Finn and is stripped of his title and reduced to a commoner. When Finn returns home to visit his father, he suffers humiliation at the hands of his stepmother **Elsa** and the local tyrant **Serena**. Seraphina reveals her true identity, has Serena executed, and at last weds Finn in the royal palace. Corwin is named crown prince, and the story draws to a close with the whole family reunited.

On her wedding day, Rachel's fiancé elopes with her sister, so she marries his younger brother instead—the notorious playboy Liam.Everyone thinks it's a joke. But she's a general's daughter who knows how to wield a blade, play politics, and turn a wastrel husband into a weapon who conquers enemies and hands her the ultimate power.