THE EMPRESS WAS REINCARNATED INTO A PRINCESS

Suddenly having a Dragon Daughter

PROLOGUE: “Ha?” I confusedly asked. Ansabe ni mister doctor? “C-come again? I’m what… now? ” “Pregnant Lady Ca-“ “Pregnant!?! I!? How!? ” I shouted at him. He raised my eyebrows and stared at me like some sort of a weirdo. "By having an int*rc*urse of course Lady Candace." I stared at him, wow Mister Doctor I wasn't in the mood to joke here? How I'm pregnant!? I'm not even from here! Literally I'm not here, I'm from Planet Earth! E-a-R-T-H Earth! From Philippines, Cebu City! I was drinking with some friends because of a celebration… But, I got drunk and I didn't know what had happened. When I opened my eyes, my environment was different. I woke up on some sort of small house and then when I came out I was dressed fancily. Their set-up first but fantasy themed? The peg is just like fantasy books. That's it! I don't really know what's going on- maybe I'm just prank but not really. The way they talk is weird eh it's not that good to talk to my friends. So I'm convinced that I'm not prank and I wake up in another world. That's probably possible, I was listening to lessons and still watching the iskai anime. (Our character here is fast to believe in magic so he quickly adapt what is happening. Q.A.M) Then read reincarnations stories Map-Manwha or manga either. Maybe I was a DS when I was drinking too much? I know that's not just my problem. My hair is also different, I still have the same face and all but- I don't have a frost blue hair! K-K-T-I have a life of my life when he saw that I was dying. What is my eyes!? I don't even contact lenses ah!? I didn't even know what was going on and I found out that I was pregnant too?! I know the kid is from J-GJ-gan but duh!? I’m a v*rgin! Wanhandredpersent po! Not a man moved my flower! My beautiful flower is well protected by me! But anyareeee?! Suddenly I found out I was pregnant!? Then I didn't even know the father of the kid juskooo- forgive me father for I have s-nned really. Mamang will slap me left and right when he heard it! I haven't even graduated from a college bag that I have been in a hurry. Huhu. What if I suddenly got pregnant? What's that magic? But magic exists here- because eehh! I don't really have that process that is happening to me. I was still adjusting to it because I was just fine when I found out I was pregnant without knowing who the father was. I mean- I have no memories whatsoever. Not really! As in none! Nothing! Is this how to wake up in another world? I have read fantasy books, why aren't my scenes with them the same? They woke up bag they remembered their past self chuchu. Why am I not? Does this body have amnesia? This may not be my body even though we are the same face. What the H-CK is happening? Not only I have no memories eh I suddenly got pregnant. I was bitten by a lip, so if I could reincarnate in another world I should also have memories to catch up on the events. But not really, I'm not blessed. I had a headache at the same time looking at my stomach, whatever. I'm gonna take care of this child. I, Candace Dulce will be raising this baby! With or without someone! Well, I'm a strong independent woman!

MY MOM STOLE MY Husband's

PROLOGUE "You're pregnant Blue! Don't even let your mom go to your boyfriend!" I avoid thinking, "Blue! You're going to let them get married?! Ha?! How's that and baby?! God!" The bestfriend was furious but here I was just sitting. If they love each other? Why not? Swallow and look up, prevents tears. Why the pain? No matter what I have in my emotions, why am I still in tears and tears? Why? "Blue .. I'm sorry if I yelled at you, but even now, you choose your baby's happiness, please," he begged and held my hand. And then my tears fell in love with tears, my tears that I had long stopped falling. "Fight for yourself and for your baby blue, fight!" And there I cried hard, The hardships, especially my opponent is my own mother.

Secret Triplets: The Billionaire's Second Chance

I stood at my mother’s open grave in the freezing rain, my heels sinking into the mud. The space beside me was empty. My husband, Hilliard Holloway, had promised to cherish me in bad times, but apparently, burying my mother didn't fit into his busy schedule. While the priest’s voice droned on, a news alert lit up my phone. It was a livestream of the Metropolitan Charity Gala. There was Hilliard, looking impeccable in a custom tuxedo, with his ex-girlfriend Charla English draped over his arm. The headline read: "Holloway & English: A Power Couple Reunited?" When he finally returned to our penthouse at 2 AM, he didn't come alone—he brought Charla with him. He claimed she’d had a "medical emergency" at the gala and couldn't be left alone. I found a Tiffany diamond necklace on our coffee table meant for her birthday, and a smudge of her signature red lipstick on his collar. When I confronted him, he simply told me to stop being "hysterical" and "acting like a child." He had no idea I was seven months pregnant with his child. He thought so little of my grief that he didn't even bother to craft a convincing lie, laughing with his mistress in our home while I sat in the dark with a shattered heart and a secret life growing inside me. "He doesn't deserve us," I whispered to the darkness. I didn't scream or beg. I simply left a folder on his desk containing signed divorce papers and a forged medical report for a terminated pregnancy. I disappeared into the night, letting him believe he had successfully killed his own legacy through his neglect. Five years later, Hilliard walked into "The Vault," the city's most exclusive underground auction, looking for a broker to manage his estate. He didn't recognize me behind my Venetian mask, but he couldn't ignore the neon pink graffiti on his armored Maybach that read "DEADBEAT." He had no clue that the three brilliant triplets currently hacking his security system were the very children he thought had been erased years ago. This time, I wasn't just a wife in the way; I was the one holding all the cards.

Rejected Luna, Claimed by the King

As a wolfless charity case at the Hyde Pack's celebration, my world shattered when Braydon, my supposed protector, publicly announced Katherine Parrish as his Luna, erasing me. Heartbroken, I fled into a terrifying contract marriage with Alpha King Dallas Marshall for protection. Braydon's public assault and threats forced me to reveal my secret marriage, challenging the King. My "protection" felt like a prison. Braydon revealed I was a "key" to power, not a mate, confirming my fears. Enraged by my attempt to take a morning-after pill, Dallas forced me to swallow it, then branded my lips with a furious kiss. His chilling silence hardened my resolve. I immediately drafted an addendum to our contract, setting strict boundaries to reclaim control.

Rising From Ashes: The Heiress They Tried To Erase

Maia grew up a pampered heiress-until the real daughter returned and framed her, sending Maia to prison with help from her fiancé and family. Four years later, free and married to Chris, a notorious outcast, everyone assumed Maia was finished. They soon discovered she was secretly a famed jeweler, elite hacker, celebrity chef, and top game designer. As her former family begged for help, Chris smiled calmly. "Honey, let's go home." Only then did Maia realize her "useless" husband was a legendary tycoon who'd adored her from the start.

The Discarded Heiress: Marrying My Lethal Husband

The rain in Detroit was slick with grime when my family finally came to fetch me. They didn't want a reunion; they wanted a sacrificial lamb to marry into the Kaufman empire to save their failing business. I thought I was just being sold off, but the limo ride ended under a dark overpass where six hired thugs were waiting with chains. My own sister had ordered them to "break my spirit" so I’d be a shaking, pathetic mess by the time I reached the altar. They called me "Detroit trash" and sprayed air freshener when I sat on their leather seats. My stepmother wanted a video of me begging for my life, and my father was ready to trade me like a used car to a man everyone called a "vegetable." They expected a submissive country girl, unaware that I was a high-level "cleaner" who could snap a radius bone before they could even scream. When I finally reached the Kaufman estate, I found my fiancé, Barron, slumped in a wheelchair, drooling and silent. But as soon as the doors closed, the "invalid" grabbed my wrist with a grip of iron and whispered a command that changed everything. I didn't understand why my own blood was so desperate to see me destroyed. What had I ever done to deserve a hit squad and a forced marriage to a man they thought was a corpse? But Barron isn't a vegetable, and I'm not a victim. We just touched down at the Moon family gala in a matte-black helicopter, and as the doors slide open, the "broken" bride is about to show them exactly what happens when you throw away the wrong daughter. "If we're going to crash a party," Barron whispered, his eyes burning with lethal clarity, "we should make an entrance."

Marrying Her Was Easy, Losing Her Was Hell

"Stella once savored Marc's devotion, yet his covert cruelty cut deep. She torched their wedding portrait at his feet while he sent flirty messages to his mistress. With her chest tight and eyes blazing, Stella delivered a sharp slap. Then she deleted her identity, signed onto a classified research mission, vanished without a trace, and left him a hidden bombshell. On launch day she vanished; that same dawn Marc's empire crumbled. All he unearthed was her death certificate, and he shattered. When they met again, a gala spotlighted Stella beside a tycoon. Marc begged. With a smirk, she said, ""Out of your league, darling."

HIS DOE, HIS DAMNATION(An Erotic Billionaire Romance)

Trigger/Content Warning: This story contains mature themes and explicit content intended for adult audiences(18+). Reader discretion is advised. It includes elements such as BDSM dynamics, explicit sexual content, toxic family relationships, occasional violence and strong language. This is not a fluffy romance. It is intense, raw and messy, and explores the darker side of desire. ***** "Take off your dress, Meadow." "Why?" "Because your ex is watching," he said, leaning back into his seat. "And I want him to see what he lost." ••••*••••*••••* Meadow Russell was supposed to get married to the love of her life in Vegas. Instead, she walked in on her twin sister riding her fiance. One drink at the bar turned to ten. One drunken mistake turned into reality. And one stranger's offer turned into a contract that she signed with shaking hands and a diamond ring. Alaric Ashford is the devil in a tailored Tom Ford suit. Billionaire CEO, brutal, possessive. A man born into an empire of blood and steel. He also suffers from a neurological condition-he can't feel. Not objects, not pain, not even human touch. Until Meadow touches him, and he feels everything. And now he owns her. On paper and in his bed. She wants him to ruin her. Take what no one else could have. He wants control, obedience... revenge. But what starts as a transaction slowly turns into something Meadow never saw coming. Obsession, secrets that were never meant to surface, and a pain from the past that threatens to break everything. Alaric doesn't share what's his. Not his company. Not his wife. And definitely not his vengeance.