Historical

I survived three miserable years inside a romance novel—only to watch the hero and heroine claim their perfect ending.
The villain was stripped of his title, beaten nearly to death, and sold for ten taels.
So I bought him.
Adrian Vale assumed I wanted his body. I wanted the fortune he had wasted on the heroine.
My plan was simple: reclaim his gifts, sell them, and retire rich.
I never expected him...

In my first life, blinded by greed, I claimed to be that mysterious woman. Silas glanced at my left shoulder and said coldly, "No butterfly tattoo." His bodyguards dragged me to the backyard and shattered my ribs with a baseball bat.
In my second life, Cleo learned from my mistake. She got the butterfly tattoo at an underground parlor. But Silas lifted her skirt and sneered, "No birthmark on her i...

In the languid twilight of existence, where the air hangs heavy with the scent of forgotten dreams, a figure lurks within the confines of the Vampire Zoo, a private prison adorned with the grotesque glamour of human fascination. Bohdan the Vampire Ripper, a creature of legend and lore, finds himself ensnared in a gilded cage, revered by a chorus of prison groupies whose adoration masks their own m...

My husband's childhood sweetheart lost her entry for the competition,
so he gave mine to her.
It was I who saved him all those years ago,
and that's why he married me.
But he turned his back on me right after our wedding.
I've been childhood sweetheart all these years.
But this time,
I suddenly feel like this marriage has lost all its meaning.
After handing in the transfer request I had prepared l...

I am originally of royal vampire bloodline.
But because of one sentence from my adoptive father, I hid in the human world for decades.
The Church called me a "filthy heretic" because vampire blood flowed in my veins.
Yet they burned a blind girl to death, her crime being that she "couldn't see."
They burned an old blacksmith to death, his crime being that he wanted to learn medicine.
They burned a...

I disguised myself as a cripple, just wanting to give the deaf-mute Emma a home.
But a werewolf cut her hand, saying they'd sell her to a pervert club.
I crushed the werewolf young master's wrist.
I thought endurance would always see me through, until I watched the boss who took me in get beaten to death on his knees to keep my identity hidden. In that moment, Chicago's sky turned blood-red from m...