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When The Dragon Girl Fell In Love

When The Dragon Girl Fell In Love

One thousand years ago, Kunshiya kun was the king of the Dragon clan, an empire built with blood and enmity, after fighting with neighboring countries for hundred years Kunshiya kun won the heart of all the dragons in Atakar and he was named The dragon king, his Queen Tekiya was a beautiful and proud woman, she controlled the inner palace and made sure that no concubine laid any imperial egg successfully.... Kunshiya was sad and lonely because of his inability to produce heirs, his ministers always brought the topic up in the royal court which made him really bothered... Salsa was a Dragon slave whom he had met against the war with the east dragon country, the bounty dragon was a white scale dragon with dark green eyes, her lustful eyes caught Kunshiya’s heart , after a night with her ... He ordered her to be kept in a secret mansion outside the city because of Tekiya’s spies.... Kunshiya almost forgot about the White dragon until he dreamt of her talking and touching him.. “My king, we are going to have some hatchlings” Salsa whispered to Kunshiya in his dream. “My king I miss you” He couldn’t forget the vision he had last night, immediately the next day he sent for the Royal astronomer .. “My king, the vision is true! The moon goddes really have blessed you with hatchlings” The Royal Astronomer relayed In the inner palace a spy was seen whispering to a lady with a crown on her head, it was Queen Tekiya, after receiving the news Queen Tekiya smirk roared!! “ if I can’t lay any hatchlings, No imperial slut is allowed to give hatchling, as long as I’m in power I will kill them all”
Reborn From Ashes: The King's Ruthless Queen

Reborn From Ashes: The King's Ruthless Queen

The house was a living inferno, the heat devouring the air in my lungs as I clutched my five-year-old daughter to my chest. Emily was dead weight, her skin already cooling even as the room turned into a furnace of orange and black. Through the stinging smoke, I saw my husband, Kenney, crawling toward the door with a wet handkerchief pressed to his face. He didn't look back at the crib, and he didn't call my name; he was simply leaving us to burn. I lunged forward and grabbed his ankle, my nightgown catching fire, but he didn't reach down to save me. He recoiled in horror at the sight of my burning hair and our dead child, kicking me back with a panicked shriek. "Let go!" he shrieked. I died as a massive, flaming timber snapped from the ceiling and crushed us both into silence. I couldn't believe that the man I loved would leave his family to die just to save his own skin, but the rage I felt was colder than the death that followed. But then the burning stopped instantly, replaced by a cold so sharp it made my teeth ache. I gasped, jerking upright in my bed to find the velvet duvet cool under my palms and the nursery quiet, with Emily still breathing softly in her crib. I had returned to the winter morning two years before the fire, the exact day Kenney finalized the deal to sell me to the King for a promotion. As Kenney stepped into the room with a practiced mask of concern, I realized I was no longer the victim of this story. "A nightmare, my love?" he asked, reaching out to touch my shoulder. I flinched away, my eyes burning with a hatred he couldn't yet understand. Tonight was the Winter Masquerade, the night he planned to offer me to the King as a prize, but this time, I was going to turn his social ladder into a gallows.
The Unwanted Northern Heiress Shines Again

The Unwanted Northern Heiress Shines Again

I had managed the Castro estate for three years, supporting my husband, Lord Brian Castro, while he fought on the battlefield. But the moment he returned victorious, he coldly announced that the King had granted him permission to marry the powerful Dragon Knight, Lady Brittaney Kirk. "I expect you to show grace, accept this, and prepare the best rooms for her." He commanded me like a glorified servant, expecting me to continue running the household for his new bride. His mother also mocked my Dragonless bloodline, telling me my honor was tied to them and I should be grateful to even stay. In my last life, I cried and begged him not to abandon me, hoping my devotion would win him back. But my compliance only allowed them to build their glory on my misery, and my entire family—House Serrano—was slaughtered by assassins in a single night. Until I died, I didn't understand why my years of sacrifice were met with such cruel betrayal, or why my brave father and brothers had to die in pools of blood just to pave the way for Brittaney's rise. Opening my eyes again, I was back on the night Brian arrogantly announced his new marriage. This time, I didn't shed a single tear. I packed up my massive dowry, gathered my eighty loyal servants, and went straight to the Dragon King to demand a Rejection Ritual. I would leave them with nothing but an empty shell.
Male Lead

Male Lead

I am a twenty-three-year-old woman with heart disease. Recovery is impossible. I was born prematurely with an unstable heart condition. Since childhood I have had a weak body, I can't do this and that. Just lie down and read a book. When i was nineteen years old. Just when the doctor said my condition was getting worse. I spent time in my room and wrote a novel on a novel reading app. Create a novel with the main character who is beautiful and happy with her family. The main male character is the son of an emperor who becomes a slave because of a tragedy. The story is cliché. Filled with a sweet love story like my dream. I write with pleasure because all this is my dream. Everything that is typed is an unfulfilled dream. Every word that exists is the hope of my life. The perfect life of the female main character is a very sweet dream. It feels like changing positions to become Clathria Vance, who lives happily. But... "Huh! Even here, I am living the life of a stupid, weak girl." My breath kicked up some dust. I had entered this dreamy novel world, but not as Clathria. But as Lilyana Van Breac. A powerful mage. No, no. Lyana is not actually a gifted witch. She became a great sorceress because of her pact with the devil. Her family are natural witches. The oldest brother has the power of fire, the second brother has the power of earth, and the third brother has the power of controlling plants. And Liana? He was just trash who didn't have any power in people's eyes. Therefore, Lyana took the blood of her three siblings, surrendered to the devil, and became a realm controller of the five elements. "Two more elements destruction bonus from the devil." Lyana, a powerful witch, becomes a cruel, cold-hearted woman. That's why he died in such a horrible way. "I think I support what Lyana did as revenge for her wound. It's like the male lead taking revenge on Lyana and her family. It's a little unfair, though. But the plot is like that. But I made up the plot myself. Hah, base,"Lyana dies as a result of the devil's pact and the male lead's attack, which turns her to ashes. After that, Her spirit was also locked and tormented in hell. Creepy. When I first came to this world, I wanted to live a quiet life with a good mother, Lyana, to live as I should. But I changed my mind, I don't want to die in ashes. Because now I am the one in Liana's position. "If I hadn't made a pact with the devil, it wouldn't have happened. If I hadn't been greedy, everything would have been fine. After all, this Lyana character actually has a power that awakens really late." "Just wait for the power to awaken, yes, the point is that I have power. And also to be able to live comfortably. Although it is often compared to the strength of the three bullies." I lie down on a used mattress. A cramped toilet, even worse than the maid's quarters. "Lilies?"The soft voice greeted my ear. "Mother?" I rose to see the figure of a beautiful woman smiling softly. She carried a tray of food in her hand. "Let us eat." I approached the beautiful woman, whose name is Sicily. The beautiful woman who became my mother, the only person who appreciates my presence. She was simply the concubine of Grand Duke Breac. "Next time, don't be disobedient,"Sicily whispered to me. She is a good mother. Unfortunately, Sicily's life is not long. Soon this beautiful and kind woman will die because of a journey to the north, an area famous for its eternal snow. I've just been punished. It was because I defended myself against the accusations of Gisella Van Breac, the third brother. "I am innocent, Mother." Sicily sighed. He stroked my golden white mane,"You know,"she replied. "You want me to accept the mistakes I didn't make?" "Isn't that better than being punished like this?" asked Sicily. "No, I would never do that. I would not want to accept someone else's mistakes as mine." Sicily wore a sad face. "Daughter,"she called out. I let out a small sigh. Then I hugged her. Sicily worried about me out of pity. But who wants to give in to something that doesn't make sense. "I heard Father brought some people from outside?" I asked. "Yes." I stared out the window. Holding a cup of hot tea. This is already the beginning. The beginning of the torture of the male protagonist. Gerald Del Variano.
The Reborn Duchess's Ruthless Revenge

The Reborn Duchess's Ruthless Revenge

I stood in the Royal Hall, clutching a glass of warm champagne while watching Senator Levine laugh. To the crowd, he was a pillar of the community; to me, he was the parasite who had already destroyed my life once. In my past life, this gala was the night the monarchy began to bleed. Levine successfully planted his cameras, the Vance empire funded a coup, and the kingdom I loved was sold off to the highest bidder. I lived through the consequences of my silence. I watched my sister, Seraphina, die in childbirth because the medical supplies were intercepted by traitors. I watched the man I loved, Duke Elliot, stripped of his titles and branded a criminal. I spent my final days in a damp, freezing cell, listening to the executioner sharpen his blade while the people cheered for our demise. The injustice burned in my throat like lye. I died wondering how I could have been so naive, how I could have let these monsters walk among us while I played the part of a perfect, quiet wife. Why did the gods let the wicked prosper while my family’s blood watered the palace gardens? What would I have given for just one chance to strike first? Then, the world shifted. I opened my eyes to find myself back at the gala, the scent of sandalwood and rain surrounding me as Elliot rested a possessive hand on my back. I wasn't just a Duchess anymore; I was a ghost from a future that would never happen, and I was ready to erase every name on my list.