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“Are you scared?” Vaerion asked, his deep voice muffled slightly by the helmet he wore. Asuriel sniffled, swallowing the remnants of her emotional breakdown. In contradiction to the nervousness she felt boiling in her stomach, she scoffed, “Of course not.” “A shame,” the devil chuckled, a hint of mischief in his tone. “Let’s fix that.” Before Asuriel could ask what he meant, the motorcycle’s engine roared to life, and inertia sent her body backward. She instinctively jumped forward and tightened her grip on the man’s waist. If only she could see the victorious smirk that her action elicited from Vaerion. The sounds of the bike reverberated deep in her chest, making a home in her ribcage. The pair flew through the night, passing cars and buildings so quickly that it all looked like multicolored streaks of light rushing by. Her heartbeat soared as adrenaline and fear filled her bloodstream. As they rode out of the city, Vaerion spoke to her through their mind-link, his tone possessive, “Your fear is mine to evoke. Don’t you dare cry again – unless I’m the one to make you.” —— In a modern, urban world where the celestial and infernal realms secretly shape mortal existence, Asuriel has always considered herself an ordinary woman with a passion for mixing drinks and living a boring, ignoble life. But as her twenty-fifth birthday approaches, everything changes. Powerful abilities hidden deep beneath the surface since childhood finally begin to burst through, revealing her cursed heritage – which marks her as both a miracle and an abomination. A beastly devil named Vaerion Sinclair—the charismatic and ruthless CEO of one of the largest business conglomerates—has been tied to her since she was young by her strange abilities. Now, having been awoken, the bond they share is activated – both physically and mentally. Being forced to share dreams and stay within 10 feet of a stranger 24/7 is troublesome, to say the least... especially when he is a walking temptation. As these new, unbridled powers threaten to tear her apart, she discovers that, if she wants to survive, she has to unravel the mystery of her origins and the prophecy tied to her bloodline. Her body has turned into a ticking time bomb. Alongside Vaerion, who is obligated to help out of the selfish desire to preserve his own life, the pair uncovers threads of lies, betrayal, and forbidden love that could ignite a war between the celestial and infernal realms. —— My Inkbound Devil gives you a slice of all your favorite tropes: urban, fantasy romance with a devil-beast CEO and dark, heavy atmosphere… with R18 smut as icing on the cake.~ Join us on this adventure, and support the novel if you enjoy it! Expect daily updates~

Prince Samir looked at her disdainfully. “You’re not human.” “Aren’t I?” Nazmi asked boredly. “You aren’t.” She rolled her eyes. “Then what am I, your highness?” “A nymph. I can tell.” Prince Samir’s golden orange eyes threatened her. That if she lied again, she would surely lose her life. Nazmi started to panic. She hadn’t felt such genuine fear in a very long time. Time was running out, she needed to try and execute her plan before it was too late – but she swallowed the fear inside her to avoid blowing her cover. “How can you be so sure?” Nazmi laughed. Unfortunately for him, aside from having a lot to hide, playing with fire was her favorite activity. “Is it because you can’t bite me?” His dark skin and glowing eyes looked beautiful in the dim lighting; such an ethereal and lovely appearance wasn’t befitting of a vile monster like a vampire, Nazmi thought to herself. How unfortunate. The vampire hummed in agreement. “I would have ripped your skin and devoured your ichor the moment I saw you if it weren’t stopping me.” “You could always just kill me and drink my blood that way,” she said with a sarcastic smile. “Barbaric, yes, but it seems you and your kind prefer it that way. I’d say you’re animals, but that would be too cruel a comparison. Animals could never be as disgusting as you.” — War between the humans and vampires has gone on for centuries. Bloodshed and domination are all the two races seem to know, and neither side ever show intention for peace. The death toll between them is massive, both mortals and vampires alike. But what about everyone caught in between? Nazmiseia is one of the few remaining nymphs left. Since nymphs are spirits borne from nature, the constant shedding of blood and war has destroyed countless of their homes. Many of the wars took place on nymph land.As a girl, she lost her friends and family all save for her father. He took her to live amongst the humans and blend in, so that they could live a peaceful life. She took up the human-friendly nickname of Nazmi. Her father didn't know that his sweet girl would grow up wanting nothing but revenge on both humans and vampires alike. She is now the age of 20, finally old enough to begin learning how to use her nymph powers. While developing connections with strong people and training to fight, she ends up thrown in the middle of a human-vampire skirmish at the border. Nazmi not only finds herself injured, but captured by one of the most fearsome vampire generals. In the hands of the notoriously handsome and tyrannical vampire Prince Samir, her plans for revenge have to take a backseat to something more urgent - escape! — There will be lots of R18 detailed smut throughout the story. Please be aware! Blood and gore, vivid descriptions of death. Enemies to lovers, of course.~

Romy Young is considered one of the most successful women in the nation, having achieved Chief Executive status in a large tech corporation at the age of 28; and now, two years later, is projected to break record sales with their upcoming technology showcases. She is quick to seize new opportunities as they arise, and everything always seems to go her way. That is until one evening after work, when Romy is killed in a brutal traffic incident as she is heading home. She wakes up in a body that's definitely not her own, lying on the floor in a burning building. She is surrounded by dead people and a crying young boy, who she promptly scoops up and flees the fire with him trembling in her arms. Romy is met with several unfamiliar frantic voices and panicked faces as soon as she escapes the disaster. "Princess Calluna and Prince Lukas! Are the King and Queen still inside?" …no less than 12 hours after waking up in her new body… —— “Why don’t I take the throne? I am the eldest after all, so it only makes sense,” Calluna argued, her amber eye narrowing fiercely as she glared at him. 
 “Princess, we can’t only have a Queen, it goes against all of our ancient traditions!” Euros’ voice finally broke a shout, his ill intent shining through for the first time. 
 “I never said I’d be the Queen,” she spat. 
 “W-what are you implying?! You’re a woman, you can’t possibly be saying–“ 
 “Where in our traditions does it say that the King must be a man?” Calluna demanded, her voice loud and venomous. 
 “It- it doesn’t state it explicitly because it’s common sense, my lady!” 
 “Common sense my ass,” the girl retorted, her foul language earning multiple gasps from throughout the room, “if it isn’t stated explicitly, then it isn’t a part of the custom that must be followed.” ......Who knew that she’d grow attached to this little boy as if he were truly her little brother?! So much so that she’d make an impulsive decisions like that!! —— A modern girlboss CEO transmigrated into a powerless medieval princess' body. Read about how Romy breaks the societal confines of this new universe, fixes the country’s corrupt politics, and even falls in love with one of the many men whose hearts she wins along the way. 2021 WSA entry following the transmigration and isekai theme/prompt!