Marrying the Soft-hearted Villain - Chapter 149 - The voice that pierced [her] heart (2)

At nineteen, Dexter was already one of the world’s most celebrated authors. His books topped charts. Critics praised his genius. Fans devoured every word. But behind the acclaim was a lonely boy—raised without parents, love, or real friends—just stories.He published his first novel at fourteen. By seventeen, he was a literary star. But the higher he rose, the hollower it felt.Then came the writer’s block. The headaches. The blackout. And the transmigration.Dexter awoke in the body of Daylan, a disgraced young man in a crumbling, medieval world laced with steampunk tech, divine law, and political unrest. Daylan had already failed two of the three sacred Trials—rites that determine one’s magical potential. He was drowning in debt, entangled in plots to overthrow a corrupt Divine Church, and branded a lost cause.With no way back, Dexter took the final Trial—the most brutal of them all—and began a path that would earn him the whispered title: Soldier, Poet, King.But as his powers grew, one question haunted him: Did he truly die? And if so, who—or what—chose to bring him back?

[WARNING: CONTAINS MATURE CONTENT ]...Read atleast ten chapters before tossing aside......Heather Remington had loved Caius Thorne with everything she had. She had thrown herself into their marriage with the kind of passion and devotion that left no room for doubt in her mind. For three years, she had tried to be the perfect wife, hoping, praying that one day, Caius would look at her. But that was just a mere dream.Caius never loved her, not when his first love, her stepsister, returned.Heather didn't need anyone to tell her to leave, but when she left, she left with a secret. A secret only she knew about.Only when she left did Caius realize how much he loved her, but it was already too late.ExcerptHe stepped closer, his voice soft. “Come back to me. I'll make you the most sort after actress on the planet.”He had made a grave mistake, he cared for someone else who wasn't his wife and had lost the woman he truly loved.This man, he doesn't know. “I'm already the most sort after actress.” she thought. Leaving him was the best decision she made for herself....Five years later, Heather returned with her secret.What could it be?Will she accept Caius again if she sees him?Read to find out.There will be daily updates. Feel free to comment your thoughts and if you like, a review.This book is participating in WSA, the author will appreciate your support. You can also support with GTs and Power stones.

Su Yu, who was idly passing his days in a third-tier university, ended up in a terrifying unknown forest due to the “Sinkhole” incident. His school collapsed into the “sinkhole”. The forest was filled with various terrifying mutations, which started, right in his hands.

Three rejections. Three shattered dreams. That was Layla’s reality, all because she was different—a half-shifter in a world obsessed with purity. Ostracized, shunned, and finally sold off like a pawn to the most feared ruler alive—the Lycan King. He was ruthless, a king with a graveyard of brides, each one a ghostly reminder of a fate worse than death.Layla loathed him. Hated the way his gaze cold and fathomless, held no warmth for her. Hated how his touch, both thrilling and terrifying, sent an uninvited chill down her spine.---“I hate you!” I screamed, hands clenched so tight my knuckles ached.He sighed, a smirk curling at the edge of his lips, his tone mocking as he closed his book with a deliberate snap. “Stressed, are we?” he asked, strolling toward me, each step reminding me exactly who held the power here.“Lucky for you,” he drawled, rolling up his sleeves as he stopped just inches away, “I know exactly 70 ways to ease those nerves.” His fingers brushed my cheek, a touch that seemed to burn into my skin. “The first… a hug.” His voice dropped to a rough whisper as he leaned in, breath hot against my ear. “And the rest... well, that's 69? what do you say about that?”I swallowed hard, my heart thudding wildly as he tilted his head, waiting for me to react, that insufferable smirk still in place.“What’s the matter, darling?” he murmured, a taunt lingering in his gaze.---A Dangerous ObsessionCan she resist the pull, or will she dance into the flames of her own destruction?A dark dive into obsession, raw need, and the razor’s edge between desire and devastation.---LYCAN KING CASSIANI will tear her apart piece by piece, feeding the wildfire that grips her with each shuddered breath. Like air to flame, I’ll claim every inch, drawing heat from her skin until it sinks into her bones.Her pulse will race under my hands, her breaths shallow, pleading. Her eyes may scream, but her lips will still murmur my name. That first taste of fear will only feed something deeper—a need that burns through her veins, molten and fierce.And just when she’s too far gone to turn back, I’ll twist the knife, giving her the pain she’s learned to crave.She’ll be the moth to my flame, helpless against the very thing that will consume her.