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Stuck In My Drama Fantasy

The moon cast silver ripples over the stream, its surface smooth—unlike the storm raging inside Ginny. Her chest burned, her throat tightened, and despite her best efforts, the tears came anyway. "You wouldn’t understand!" she snapped, her voice raw, strained. Behind her, Seung Woo stood unmoved, arms crossed, his gaze cold. "I don’t need to." His words cut through the night like steel. She spun on her heel, fury flashing in her eyes. "God, you’re insufferable!" A muscle in his jaw twitched, but he remained silent. Ginny let out a humorless chuckle, wrapping her arms around herself. "Of course, you wouldn’t say anything. What do you care? My life was never perfect, but now… now it’s ruined. It’s not even mine anymore." Finally, he spoke, voice quieter, yet firm. "Perfection is an illusion. No life is ever truly yours. We all answer to something." She scoffed. "And that’s supposed to make me feel better?" He exhaled sharply, stepping closer. "You think I have it any better? That I don’t wake up every day wondering if I’ll make it through the next? We’re all prisoners in our own way, Jin So-Hee." She stiffened. There it was again—her stolen name, a reminder of the cage she now lived in. "You don’t get it," she murmured, shaking her head. "You belong here. I don’t." Seung Woo’s eyes darkened. "Then stop acting like a lost cause and start surviving." His words struck something deep within her. Ginny bit her lip, blinking fast to hold back another wave of emotion. "Easy for you to say," she whispered. "You weren’t ripped out of your world and thrown into someone else’s tragedy." For the first time, his gaze softened. He took another step closer, close enough that she could feel the warmth of him. "No. But if this is your tragedy, then rewrite it." Her breath hitched. His hand barely grazed hers, a fleeting touch, grounding her. "But," he added, voice barely above a whisper, "the time I’ve spent with you… it’s the only thing in this world that has ever felt real." Ginny’s heart skipped. Her mouth opened, then closed. 'Shit.' She turned away, pressing a hand to her chest as if that would calm the erratic rhythm of her pulse. "What the hell am I supposed to do with that.. information?" she muttered. --- Ginny lolly Sanchez was just another woman caught in the monotony of modern life—until she woke up in the body of Jin So-Hee, the infamous villainess of a brutal, war-torn dynasty. Her fate? Death at the hands of a powerful warrior with a heart of ice. But Ginny isn’t about to let history—or whatever twisted force brought her here—decide her future. In a world where blades speak louder than words and alliances are as fragile as glass, she must navigate palace intrigue, deadly assassins, and one maddeningly handsome protector who seems just as determined to push her away as he is to keep her alive. The rules of this world demand her submission. Ginny? She plans to rewrite them. Even if it means playing the villainess to survive.
Brenda_0708 · 2.6k Views

Mated to the Mad Lord

#Rated 18-Mature Themes Violet’s life was never her own—her father’s crushing debt made sure of that. But when the debt collector kidnaps her as payment, she takes a desperate deal: become a servant and spy on the mysterious and tyrannical Lord Cain, the ruler of her Werewolf district. There’s just one catch: Lord Cain only permits male servants in his house. Disguised as a boy, Violet cuts her hair, flattens her chest, and dons a voice-altering band to pull off the deception. Everything goes according to plan—until Cain, a man known for his cold personality starts to take a peculiar interest in her. Violet’s disguise becomes a prison as she battles her own growing attraction to him. But this is no love story. Cain’s obsession to her is dangerous. Beneath his icy gaze lies a mind fractured by years of affliction by a curse. A curse made by Violet's biological mother: A powerful witch. ************* "TAKE IT OFF!" Violet’s knees nearly buckled at the thunderous command, her chest tightening with panic. The raw anger in Cain’s voice was as sharp as a blade. "My lord! I-I’m a man!" she stammered, gripping her shirt tightly, her fingers trembling as they clung to the fabric. "I don't like other men!" she cried, a desperate plea in her voice since the second she took her shirt off and he discovered that she was a woman was the moment she died. Painfully. Cain’s glare was unyielding, his voice dropping into a growl. "Don’t insult me, You think I do. You kissed me!" Her breath hitched as he stepped closer, his presence suffocating. "If you don’t take it off," he said, his tone low and dangerous, "I’ll rip it off myself." Violet’s mind raced, panic threatening to overwhelm her. She couldn’t let him find out—he’d kill her. Painfully. Glancing away to avoid his gaze when she caught the undeniable bulge in his trousers. Heat flushed her face, her thoughts spinning in desperation at the only idea she could think of to make him back off. 'This has to work. It has to…’
Colorful_madness · 399.5k Views

XIAOxBAI: A Romance Tale in the Martial World

After a millennium of strife between the Demonic Cult led by the Heavenly Demon, and the Righteous Faction led by the Heavenly Murim Alliance, something once thought impossible occurred. The newly appointed leader of the Demonic Cult, the Heavenly Demon, asked for peace. Now twenty years later, a generation of children on the Central Plains grew up only ever hearing of the bloody battles between the Demonic Cult and the Righteous Faction in scary bedtime stories told by their parents. .... Han Xiao Mo was known for being the good-for-nothing Third Young Master and son of the Heavenly Murim Alliance Leader. Nevertheless, he was content with living his life as carefree as he wanted regardless of what the outside world thinks of him, however, that all changed when his father and older brother suddenly informed him that he was going to get married. But what was worse for him was that his fiancée was the daughter of the Leader of the Demonic Cult, the Heavenly Murim Alliance's enemy! "So what if my marriage is for the greater good of the Central Plains? I still refuse!" Xiao Mo immediately refused to get married, even going on a hunger strike. But under his father and older brother's persistence, he suddenly agreed to the two's surprise. But, unbeknownst to the excited father and son, the youngest of the family was concocting a plot to avoid his marriage for good! However, in the midst of carrying out this grand plan, Xiao Mo stumbled upon an unexpected... bump? "Ah! What the... "This is... "You're actually a...!" ** #WSA 2025 Entry
GuiltyDream · 14.1k Views

My Boss is My Secret Husband

Lyla Knight thought she knew her husband, the enigmatic and stoic Noah Anderson—CEO of a billion-dollar empire and the golden bachelor of City A. Their marriage was a quiet agreement, a union arranged by their families to ensure Lyla's safety and happiness. For two years, Noah was away expanding his business, and Lyla pursued her dream of becoming a singer, believing they were just two polite strangers bound by a contract. But appearances can be deceiving. Noah Anderson, the king of the business world, has always been a wolf in sheep’s clothing. Beneath his calm demeanor lies an obsession—a love so deep that he’s been silently protecting his innocent "little rabbit" from the shadows. When he finally returns, his carefully constructed facade begins to crack. “Sweetheart,” he murmurs one day, his voice a mix of pleading and determination, “I let them think I didn’t love you enough to show you off. But now, can we go public? Let me slap their faces with the truth.” Even the king of hell is willing to make puppy eyes to convince his wife to acknowledge him as her husband—a sight that leaves his assistant Cheng fleeing the office in shock. But Lyla’s world is truly shaken when she stumbles into Noah’s private library and finds a hidden treasure trove: old, secretly taken photos of herself from years before they were married. Her heart pounds as she backs away, only to collide with the man himself. His familiar scent surrounds her as his deep, velvety voice whispers near her ear, “It has always been you, sweetheart.” Caught between the shy, gentlemanly facade she believed in and the possessive, passionate man he truly is, Lyla must navigate the truth about her husband and their secret marriage.
dream_line · 57.9k Views

The Forgotten Sun

Noah was born into a family of wealth, privilege, and power. A Family that claimed to love him. A Family that claimed to protect him. A family that, when he spoke of the dreams—the strange, impossible dreams of another world—called him Sick. Delusional. They swore it was for his own good when they locked him away. They swore it was to keep him safe when they silenced him, drugged him, tortured him. But Noah remembers. Even as the days slip through his fingers. Even as his memories blur, as faces become strangers, as reality itself warps around him. He remembers the golden light, the endless sky, the feeling that somewhere—somewhere—he once belonged. And when the last of his past begins to slip from his grasp, when he can no longer tell what is real and what is false, he clings to the only thing that still burns inside him. Rage. Not the reckless kind, not the kind that screams and lashes out, it’s quieter, sharper, more patient. They took everything from him. His freedom. His mind. His very name. So he will take his time. He will rise, sharpen himself into something undeniable, something they cannot ignore, cannot deny, cannot forget. He will make them regret locking him away. Because in a world of power and ability, strength is everything. And Noah, Noah will become unstoppable. Only then will he return. Only then will he take back what was stolen. Only then will he burn their perfect world to the ground. But is that truly all there is to Noah? Who knows.
Mementoray · 4k Views