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A Transmigrated Princess's Guide To A Fluffy Royal Life!

When Emily, a terminal cancer patient, took her final breath, she never expected to open her eyes again—especially not as a 7-year-old princess with soft, chubby cheeks and sparkling green eyes. Now living as Princess Evelisse of the grand kingdom of Florabelle, she finds herself surrounded by seven doting older brothers, each more protective than the last, and a kingdom that adores her every smile. But as she adjusts to her new life of frilly dresses, endless pampering, and royal feasts, a cute, chibi-like Fluff System suddenly appears, promising her a life of comfort if she completes weekly “Fluffy Tasks.” Tasks like: ✨ “Give your brothers a sweet, tearful smile (Reward: Extra pampering for the day!)” ✨ “Convince the grumpy Duke to carry you on his shoulders (Reward: Instant Kingdom-Wide Adoration Boost!)” ✨ “Unite two rival knights through a shared ‘baby sister protection squad’ meeting (Reward: Secret Passage Map to the Royal Kitchens)” However, hidden among the fluffy missions and sweet family moments lies a deeper purpose—uniting the fractured kingdom of Florabelle. To succeed, Evelisse must bring together not just her brothers, but also the cunning villains, misunderstood nobles, and even the eccentric court magicians, using the most powerful weapon in her tiny arsenal: OVERWHELMING CUTENESS and SMARTS. With her Fluff System guiding her and a heart determined to bring warmth to every corner of the kingdom, Evelisse sets out to become not just a pampered princess, but the heart and soul of Florabelle. After all, who knew that the key to uniting a kingdom could be as simple as a pouty lip, teary eyes, and a warm hug? [Chapter: Update Daily] [Update schedule: 10+ comments or 2 reviews=1 Bonus chapter]
KiX_x_X · 45.5k Views

The Romantic Trials Of A Transmigrated Empress

After meeting an unfortunate death on earth, Sigrid unwillingly transmigrated into a novel world becoming Lady Sigrid Thorin the unwanted wife of the crown prince. She resigned herself to her fate and set a goal to become the empress. But to become the future empress, she had to gain the heart of her husband_the foul tempered Prince Roland Maximus a man that loathed her and would sooner kill her than kiss her. While his heart was too thin for her to squeeze into, it was rather wide for the woman he brought home on returning from a three month expedition, a woman he had sworn to protect forever. The same woman Sigrid was on a mission to destroy, an irreconcilable enemy. With misunderstandings, scheming and jealousy, thus begun Sigrid's trials to win the heart of the man that had undeniably captivated her with his dazzling smile and her mission step over the fake female lead, be crowned empress and change her fate. Excerpt. "A knife to the throat of your husband that has just returned from war, what do you hope to accomplish crown princess?" Sigrid's eyes trailed down, to the silver blade pressed against her abdomen, she raised her head and laughed snidely. "A knife to the belly of your wife as soon as you return from war, other men start by saying, honey i am home. They also don't bring home unwanted canaries as presents for their wives." Roland leaned down with a part smug and part angry smoldering look in his eyes. It was if he wished to set her on fire, and not in the passionate way. "Honey i am home." he slowly said, dragging the words out. Sigrid trailed the knife slowly over his neck, almost as if she was caressing it with her fingers. "Welcome back, i hope you don't mind but i intend to kill that canary. If you want to bring me a gift next time, try gold and diamonds. I can also accept you, just wrap a ribbon around your bare chest."
1cutecat · 581.8k Views

The Vampire's Luna

She's gonna kill the instructor, Alpha," Talon had said. "Or herself. Or both. There's no telling with that one. The sex ed teacher made her do diagrams today." Apparently, the instructor was relentless. No subtlety. No metaphors. No poetic euphemisms. Nope. Just hard, anatomical facts and brutally graphic expectations. And Luna? Poor, brave, deeply mortified Luna? She was dying. Every. Single. Day. Kyllian smirked as he stepped into his quarters. Her scent hit him instantly. He heard a thud upstairs. He climbed the stairs quietly, not wanting to startle her mid-breakdown. At the top, he paused, listening. "…and then she said, if you do not properly stimulate the upper hood of the clitoris—WHAT EVEN IS A CLITORIS HOOD?! Is it a hat? Why does it need a hat?!" Kyllian barely contained his laughter, biting his knuckles as Talon's voice drifted back. "Technically, it's a fold of skin. Like a protective flap." "Oh my GODS, Talon, get out before I break something over your head." There was a loud thwap. Possibly a throw pillow. Kyllian finally entered the room, casual as ever. "Sounds like your education is going well." Luna turned, her eyes wide with righteous fury and embarrassment. "I'm scarred, Kyllian," she hissed. "Mentally. Emotionally. Spiritually." He raised a brow. "That bad, huh?" "She made me draw a penis yesterday." Talon snorted behind her. "It was terrible. Looked like a deformed eggplant." Luna hurled a throw pillow at him. "GET OUT!" Talon darted from the room with a cackle. "So," Kyllian said, lounging back in one of the plush velvet armchairs in the sitting room "What did you learn today that has your knickers in a twist?" Luna, standing in the middle of the room with her arms crossed and a deeply offended look on her face, sighed dramatically. "I learned how to perform oral sex." Kyllian blinked. "I… I beg your pardon?" She tilted her head, sarcasm oozing from every word. "Oral sex, Kyllian. With detail. And a diagram. And a banana." "A banana?" "A banana!" she repeated, throwing her hands in the air. "Like, is that standard procedure?" Kyllian grinned, his amusement growing. "Come on, tell me how she explained it." His tone had shifted less teasing now and more intrigued, though he still wore that maddening smirk. He shifted forward in his seat, elbows resting on his knees. Luna narrowed her eyes at him suspiciously. "Why? So you can laugh at me?" "Absolutely," he said with zero shame. "But mostly because I want to see this banana demonstration for myself." With a dramatic groan, she snatched the nearest banana from the fruit bowl on the coffee table. The irony that it had been sitting right there, mocking her with its yellow smugness, was not lost on her. She held it up with two fingers. "Okay, so first, she said this is the penis…" Kyllian held up a finger. "Wait. Did she call it that?" ***** Luna is the Princess of the werewolf kingdom, trained to be ruthless and strong. At the Blood Moon Festival, she comes face to face with Damien Dragos, the vampire prince. The ancient fates mark them as mates. It is forbidden, it is impossible and yet the bond is undeniable. Will she betray her kind and surrender to Damien's dark seduction?
JoyceOrtsen · 133.4k Views

Princess Yetunde: Life, Death, and Rebirth

Eighteen years old, this is the age most princess, my sister's, were sold off, ohh sorry, I meant married off. For parents that keep Omoaanre (A kept child) or (pure girl), it's an age the parents look forward to but not for me it's a day I dread the most. A day I'll be thrown into a different world, and expected to marry a man I never knew, nor seen. Expected to make my own family and be a perfect wife. Not that I know a different way. I've been tutured and trained for this only. Omoaanre are girls that have never seen the sun, never walked on the ground, virgins and never seen a guy apart from your nuclear family. For a princess it's goes without saying that we're one. Not everyone can keep Omoaanre, and girls that are out of their rooms before marriage are considered unpure, their family are looked down upon and can only marry a poor man. Born under a rare eclipse in the ancient kingdom of Oyo-Moba, Princess Yetunde was never destined for an ordinary life—even if everyone tried to make her believe otherwise. Sheltered, revered, and raised as an Omoaanre—a "kept girl" untouched by sunlight, soil, or the eyes of men—Yetunde is trained to be the perfect wife, not the powerful woman she is meant to become. At eighteen, she's chosen as the political bride of a foreign nobleman: Lord Marcus Valerian, a pale, brooding duke from the empire of Saint Liora. Cold, cursed, and carrying secrets of his own, Marcus sees their marriage as nothing more than a contract. Yetunde? She sees it as exile. But the night she steps into his world, her first life ends. And something ancient within her wakes. Now reborn with fragmented memories, strange powers, and a spine she didn’t know she had, Yetunde must navigate a world of foreign customs, mystical bloodlines, and inconvenient feelings for the man she was forced to marry. Their cultures clash hilariously. Their desires simmer dangerously. And the deeper she digs into her past lives, the more she realizes: She wasn’t just born to be someone’s wife. She was born to rewrite fate. Romantic. Witty. Magical. The Life, Death, and Rebirth of Princess Yetunde is a spicy, slow-burn, interracial fantasy romance that blends Yoruba royal culture with ancient curses, sweet love after marriage, and a heroine who learns that being "pure" has nothing to do with staying quiet. Welcome to Princess Morenikeji's Life, her Death and Rebirth.
interracial_atma · 2.6k Views