A.A(Anonymous)

Full moon ... and pure breeze. Only the sound of the owl can be heard in the atmosphere, and the chirping of the leaves coming from the trees here in the forest that is steady in the wind. But suddenly the hours of silence were broken by the successive footsteps of the horses carrying the soldiers who seemed to be chasing someone. In front of them was a young witch who was gasping for breath on the run. That's me. My name is Charm, a full-blooded witch- which mortals call those like me born with power. But the correct name for such names is deities. I was suddenly alarmed when I heard the chirping of a soldier who used his bow so I prepared myself. Even before I was hit, I surrounded myself with a magic barrier. I admit that he is not a very strong kind of barrier because he is not that skilled in magic, but it is enough to fend off all the arrows they will shoot for me. But even so, they kept chasing me. it's irritating the shit out of me! The barrier I created is still consuming energy, so maybe at any time it will disappear forever. I wanted to fight them, but my grandmother - who had nurtured and cared for me since childhood - strictly forbade me to hurt those who had no power. Case ... I feel like the barrier I created is slowly disappearing. So even before that happens, I have to decide whether I will fight these soldiers, or not. "Don't stop until you catch it!" I heard shouts of what I think was their leader. I know there is a big layer on witches like me, so I understand how they want to catch me. A few more minutes passed ... I suddenly thought I had stopped running, and I faced them with courage. If I remember correctly, I was near the temple of Deity Morrel - one of the formerly worshiped Goddesses of Wisdom. Grandma told me when she ran away from the soldiers who were looking for me, she said I would go to that temple so that I could temporarily hide from mortals. It is believed that there is a guardian animal living in that temple so I will be safe there. "What, have you decided to just give up, witch?!" the leader exclaimed. I just smiled. "Surrender? That will never happen." I said calmly. I raised the blue silver wand I was holding and mentioned a level 1 fire spell I knew. "Flame shower!" Exactly when I mentioned such a spell, it seemed that blazing flames fell from above and surrounded the saken - which separated the saken and these soldiers. I can see that they are backing away from what I did, and the horses they are carrying are making noise which is the reason why they are busy staying with their horses for a while .. It's time for me to escape! I raised the wand I was holding and then I was enveloped in intense light. Deity Morrel's temple is also close from here so I'll just teleport there. Earlier I would have made a case when I was teleporting too far away, it would be easier for me to run out of energy that I could even die, so earlier I was saving a lot of it. I started to build my escape. The light that enveloped saken intensified even more and I could feel the force pulling saken upwards ... a signal that my teleportation was about to be completed. But ... Even before I finally disappeared in front of them, I felt a sharp object pierce my side. Then I only saw what it was when I faded in front of them and I reached my destination in the blink of an eye. As soon as I reached the temple grounds I immediately collapsed while holding on to my side hit by an arrow I knew was mixed with poison. With the rapid effect of the poison, my whole muscles trembled and my vision darkened. A few more seconds passed while I was still trying to fight the nausea I was feeling ... Darkness has covered my entire environment ....

"Where is my luna?" Zoren asked his staff. "Alpha, we can't find her in the nearby province. Maybe she's in the city so it's hard for us to track her down," one of his staff replied politely. He angrily attacked it and then grabbed it by the neck. He threw it and hit the wall. It was like an animal shaking and wagging he's tail in pain. He soon lost his life and lay on the floor. He angrily turned to his companions. They retreat in fear. "You have to find my MATE! BRING ME MY MATE!" His shouted echoed not only throughout their pack but throughout the forest.

Alessandro Grayson is an CEO he is very rich and handsome, he can do everything he wants, left and right is the woman in his arm, many women cry, many try to turn him around but no one succeeds, for him the women are just a toy, A bitter incident came into his life, and ruined his perfect character, he had an accident and ruined his most careful Face. because of what had happened there was much fear of him. since that accident his habit made no difference to his Face. He's a Beast, Until he thought of buying A woman to be his wife, everything changed for him when he met the woman he bought. Alessandro is gradually falling for the one he chose to be his wife, will the woman also fall for him?

Even the naughty Hercules was sitting in front of me. I don't know if I'm mimicking or what but it looks like he's been watching me for a while and it's disgusting. I can't look at him even if he's in front of me because I don't want to see him. "Hercules, you want to come with us? We are going to the bar." Radius was with him while whistling. His Mama, quickly picked him up. "Radius can you please respect your food? Don't whistle whistle there and arrange a seat." it was like a child because of the speed with which it followed his mother. I want to smile because even though they are rebellious, they still know how to listen "Aliyah sister, what grade are you in at the entrance again?" I looked at Aunt Emily when she asked me. She was the one who adopted Cassey. "Third year College." "Third year College? How old are you?" "20 years old." her eyes widened as if she didn't expect my age "Then my Cassey is one years older than you?" I nodded at her. "I wish I could give you a scholar ship to my husband's family school here in the province, for Cassey to have with her." I want to be happy with what Aunt Emily said just in case I can't stay here. "I want to but I can't, I'm sorry Aunt." She smiled and stroked my hair. I feel like Aunt Emily is my second mother, it's just a feeling. The dinner ended happily and now I am in the bathroom of the guest room and taking a bath. This day is tiring. I hope something good happens to me tomorrow at this hacienda.

Yesterday was my 18th birthday. A grand debut was prepared by mommy and daddy for me which was attended by my friends, classmates and family even though I didn’t ask for it. A dinner with them is more than enough for me but they insisted so I have no say. Maybe they want to show off and I have no comment on that since I was happy last night. I wonder if Daphne will agree to have a grand debut next year, too? That's it anyway. He was a very simple girl. And yes, we are only a year apart. She's now in grade 12 while I'm in first year college. We both agreed to take business administration since there is no one else to manage our business in the near future but us. But I think, Daphne will take the higher position since she's more passionate about business and I don't mind it. We are not jealous siblings. She will spoil me with whatever I like and I will do the same to her too. That's what I'm so greatful for. To have her on my side without any insecurities.

I woke up to the stench of rust and rotting flesh, no longer a master botanist who commanded life itself, but a D-class exile dumped on a wasteland planet. Memories that weren't mine flooded in. I was framed by my stepsister, betrayed by my fiancé, and banished by my own family to the Ashfall Peninsula to die. The original girl actually starved to death in despair. The moment I opened my eyes, a scavenger tried to smash my skull with a rusty pipe just to eat me. After I killed him to survive, I discovered a harsher truth: in this universe, plant seeds are classified as A-level strategic resources, completely monopolized by the Imperium. But the universe had a sick sense of humor. A mandatory background scan suddenly triggered a galactic broadcast: I, the exiled trash, was a perfect genetic match for the Imperium's top war hero, General Alexander Orr. The family that ruthlessly erased my existence instantly saw me as a golden ticket. My cheating ex-fiancé was dispatched to drag me back, furious that his "property" was matched with someone else. They all thought I was still that weak, naive girl they could manipulate. But as I held the pure, glowing Life Source Crystals I had secretly extracted from the scrap heap, a cold smile crept onto my face. "I didn't come here to die. I came here to build an empire." I turned my back on the galactic broadcast and stepped into the deadly wilderness.

I knelt on the cold stone of the Dragon God Altar, waiting to marry Lord Harper Carney. It was my only chance to escape the gilded cage of my family. But when Harper finally arrived, he wasn't alone. His arm was wrapped tightly around my cousin, Hettie. Right in front of the entire court, he coldly announced that our marriage was a mistake. Hettie leaned into his embrace, wearing a triumphant smile while playing the innocent victim. The assembled nobles openly jeered at me. They mocked my greatest failing—that I was a worthless "Dragonless" born without the inner fire. My own father was furious, not at them, but at me. He demanded I go to Hettie's estate and beg for her forgiveness. When I refused, he threatened to cut off all my funds and revoke my only job at the Royal Scribes' Office. I was publicly abandoned, stripped of my dignity, and left with absolutely nothing. I didn't cry, and I didn't scream. Why should I be the one to apologize when they were the ones who betrayed me? For years, I had endured their abuse, treated like a pawn to be sacrificed at will. But looking at their smug faces, my despair turned into cold resolve. I took off my betrothal coronet and dropped it at Harper's feet, publicly nullifying the contract myself. I thought I would have to face the ruin alone, until a mysterious, powerful man with burning golden eyes stepped out of the shadows. "Marry me," he said. "I will be your shield, and we will crush them together."

Lillian woke in a werecreature universe as a total loser. Good news was that women ruled here and could take multiple mates, yet she still ended up as the one everyone looked down on. Compared to her talented sister at every turn, she watched her first match get stolen and her next four mates reject her without mercy. The first mate was the King of Succubine himself. On their very first meeting, he warned Lillian that he was only staying long enough to recover from his injuries-and that there could never be anything between them. The second mate was a merman. He took one look at her and said he had no interest in a loser like her, tossing her some cash so she could break off their bond herself. The third mate was the progenitor vampire-over a thousand years old. He admitted to admiring her sister instead and made it clear he had no interest in a layabout like Lillian. Lillian cut every bond and chose her own path instead. But as she rose higher and higher, those same men returned, full of regret and begging her to look at them again. The fourth mate was a werewolf Lillian had rescued from an underground fighting ring. She thought he might actually stay-until he revealed himself as royalty. And of course, he wanted to break their bond for more power.

On my eighteenth birthday, I expected the Federal Matchmaking Bureau to give me the same answer it always had. No Match Found. For years, I had survived as the Greer family's defective male Omega-an embarrassment with no detectable pheromones, no beast-mark potential, and no chance of producing the powerful Alpha heir my father wanted. A failed test meant freedom. It would unlock my late mother's fortune and let me disappear for good. Then the machine demanded a blood sample. The next second, the entire Bureau went into lockdown. Duncan Cain, the Empire's youngest war general. Hollis Beaumont, the crown prince of our enemy empire. A pirate lord, a king, the Alliance's chief diplomat... Six of the most powerful Alphas in the galaxy. All matched to me at 100%. My father, who had treated me like a worthless stray for eighteen years, suddenly seized my arm with greedy eyes. "Ansel, you're going to make this family untouchable." My stepsister watched in horror as the Bureau declared me a Shared Treasure of Humanity. Armed guards surrounded me. The Empire decided my body, my future, and six Alpha suitors all belonged to them now. They had no idea I was never the weak, obedient Omega they thought I was. I was an ace mech pilot, the secret heir to a fortune large enough to buy my freedom, and I had spent years preparing one perfect escape. So while my father dreamed of selling me to the highest bidder, I opened my terminal and sent a single encrypted message. They thought they had trapped a helpless Omega. Instead, they had just started my contingency plan.

On my wedding day, I caught my fiancé in my stepsister's arms. She was pregnant with his child. And instead of begging for forgiveness, Damian Harrison laughed in my face. He admitted he had always planned to marry me, dump me in some forgotten country estate, and keep my stepsister as the woman he truly loved. So I burned my wedding veil in front of the entire Harrison family and walked away. That should have been the end of it. Instead, Damian's mother sent armed men after me. Why? Because I was a Dragonless nobody from the borderlands, and in her eyes, humiliating a Harrison was a crime worse than her son's betrayal. I had no dragon blood. No powerful family willing to protect me. Not even my own father would risk offending the Harrisons for my sake. If I wanted to survive, I needed someone they feared more than they hated me. So I returned to the Harrison estate and made an outrageous demand. I would marry Damian's uncle. Gideon Harrison-the legendary Dragon Lord, the kingdom's greatest war hero... and a man everyone believed was dead. Perfect. As his widow, I would outrank the man who betrayed me, become his aunt by marriage, and gain enough power to make every Harrison who humiliated me regret it. I signed the marriage pact without hesitation. Then a knight burst into the ancestral hall with impossible news. Gideon Harrison was alive. My dead husband wasn't dead. He was being brought home.

On my twenty-first birthday, I was just a broke orphan sitting in a dark apartment, staring at an overdue rent notice. A freak lightning strike suddenly shattered my reality, tearing me from Earth and dropping me into a primal alien jungle, where I was cornered by a massive white tiger. I thought I was dead, but I woke up in a high-tech hospital surrounded by people with animal ears, scales, and tails. The doctor looked at me with pity and delivered the crushing truth. "Earth is a lost world, Anya. To us, you are a purebred human relic." In this Varden Empire ruled by genetically superior Beastkin, I was painfully fragile, physically weak, and treated like a delicate museum exhibit. Worse, I learned that the monstrous tiger from the jungle was actually Marshal Jaxon Kensington, the ruthless and overwhelmingly powerful commander of the Imperial Army. I felt completely helpless and suffocated. I was trapped in an alien world where I was inferior to everyone, terrified of the military monster who had brought me here. Why was I dragged into this brutal universe just to be a weak specimen? What I didn't know was that the Empire's registry had just paired my DNA with the Marshal's, flashing an impossible 99% compatibility match. By Imperial Law, the cold, untouchable commander was now permanently bound to me, and his terrifying, primal obsession had just been awakened.

I gave Kaelen Sterling everything. My fortune. My family's trust. Even the military secrets that should never have left my father's hands. He swore he loved me. Then he used me to destroy my entire family. My father was beheaded for treason. My brothers died on the battlefield. My sick mother coughed up blood until her final breath. And the fortune my mother had saved for me became the stepping stone Kaelen and his precious "savior," Jacqueline Byrd, used to climb into the highest circles of the kingdom. When there was nothing left to steal, Kaelen locked me inside an abandoned manor and set it on fire. Through the flames, I saw him holding Jacqueline in his arms. She was pregnant with his child. And she was wearing silk bought with my mother's dowry. "Burn it all," Kaelen said coldly. "Leave no trace." I died screaming his name. Then I opened my eyes. I was twenty again. Kaelen had just returned from the battlefield after being declared dead for two years—and standing beside him was Jacqueline, looking fragile and innocent as ever. "She saved my life," he told me. "You will accept her." In my last life, I did. This time, I slapped him across the face. Then I burned our marriage contract. They all thought grief had driven me mad. They had no idea I remembered everything. Every betrayal. Every secret. Every scandal that had not happened yet. I knew which noble houses would fall. I knew which princes would rise. I knew the hidden weaknesses of the people who would one day control the Dragon Court. And they had forgotten something else. I was never just a wealthy heiress. I knew herbs. I knew alchemy. I knew how to survive a royal court where one wrong move could cost an entire family its head. Kaelen wanted my fortune. Jacqueline wanted my place. My stepmother wanted my mother's power. And the men above them wanted to use House Croft as another piece on their board. Let them try. I died once as their pawn. This life, I will take back my family, my fortune, and every drop of blood they owe me. And when I am finished, I won't just survive the Dragon Court. I will rule it.

My engagement to Kile, the heir of House Golden, was witnessed by the Duke himself. I thought my days as a helpless orphan were over. But right before our wedding, he coldly informed me that my status was being revoked. I was to enter his family as a lesser consort. The title of primary wife was being given to his lover, Journey. She hid behind Kile, wearing a spotless white dress and trembling like a fragile lotus. "Cassie, please don't blame him, I can live without a title," she cried, playing the perfect victim. Kile shielded her, glaring at me with pure disgust, shouting that I was being completely unreasonable. The next day, the entire Elder Council cornered me in their grand hall. They told me that as a "Dragonless" nobody, I should be immensely grateful for any scrap they threw my way. They all stared at me, waiting for me to swallow my pride and accept a lifetime of humiliation. They thought I was entirely broken. They thought I had no backing and no choice but to bow down to their cruelty. Instead, I looked straight at the Chief Elder and smiled. "I refuse to be a lesser consort," I announced clearly, watching Kile's smug expression freeze. "But to preserve our families' dignity, I will fulfill the contract." I looked right into Kile's shocked eyes. "I will marry your dead older brother, Lord Ayden."

I took a blood-binding curse to save my younger sister Danae, ruining my magic affinity forever. Instead of gratitude, she stole our mother's token and convinced our father to dump me at a school for magical rejects. In my past life, I actually believed her sweet lies. I thought she was shielding me from the cruel aristocratic academies. I went to that unfashionable boarding school, only to be ground into dust by rogue curses and treated like garbage. Meanwhile, she lived in a palace, surrounded by devoted admirers and endless luxury. When I was finally dragged to the execution pyre, my own father and sister stood in the high stands, watching me burn alive with cold satisfaction. I died screaming in agony, clawing at my scorched skin, utterly betrayed by the family I had bled for. Until the flames consumed me, I didn't understand. Why did the sister I sacrificed everything for want me dead? Why was my devotion rewarded with a fiery grave? Opening my eyes again, I was back on the very morning of my departure to that trash magic school. Danae walked into my room with a warm mug of milk, a razor-thin smear of satisfaction flashing across her lips. She thought she was the only one who had returned to the past. "Sister, you look terrible. Did you have that nightmare again?" This time, I will gladly take the train to the school of rejects. Not to hide in shame, but to build an altar of bone and ruin out of everyone who burned me alive.

For five years, I poured my blood and sweat into restoring ancient manuscripts to save my fiancé Chalmers's family business from bankruptcy. But on the morning of our wedding, he abandoned me at the altar. He rushed off to comfort his childhood friend, Edla, who claimed to have a catastrophic injury. Under local guild laws, if I wasn't legally married by sunset, Chalmers's family would seize the proprietary rights to every single manuscript I had restored. When I went home to pack my things, Edla showed up leaning on Chalmers, wearing bandages stained with fake bakery dye and a luxury sweater that still had the anti-theft tag attached. She cried theatrical tears, begging me not to punish Chalmers. Instead of seeing her obvious lies, Chalmers called me a heartless, spiteful statue. He demanded I apologize, arrogantly offering a cheap steak dinner as compensation for my ruined wedding. He sneered that no man in town would ever marry a penniless orphan like me, and I would be begging on his doorstep by the end of the week. I looked at the man I had supported through 47 of Edla's orchestrated emergencies, feeling utterly disgusted by his endless manipulation and greed. Did he really think my dignity and my life's work were worth so little? I threw his cheap engagement ring directly into the greasy trash can. Then, I walked straight into the municipal registry hall and proposed to Everette Holmes—a paralyzed, debt-ridden outcast who radiated an unnerving, freezing aura. This time, I would rather tie my fate to a dangerous stranger than let Chalmers own my future.