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This is a female-led LitRPG / progression fantasy with: Beast taming, crafting, and enchanting XP systems, stats, and a game-like interface No harem, no insta-romance (but maybe a spark or two later) Worldbuilding, strategy, and survival Think: “sweet-looking girl, cold eyes, and a sharper mind than her blades.” If you're here for romance, come back later. If you're here for mana-fueled evolution, you’re in the right place. Please Add to Library so I can gauge interest :) More interest = More chapters --------------------------------------------------------------- {“Congratulations. Integration has begun. You have been successfully registered to the Sentient Interface for Survival, Tactics, Evolution, and Mana—S.I.S.T.E.M.”} { “Beginning synchronization. Warning: this may sting.”} Pain wasn’t the right word. Evisceration, maybe. Every nerve in her body caught fire. Her bones shrieked. Even her hair hurt... "Thank fuck that’s over," she whispered {“My apologies. At most, you should have experienced a minor headache. Your soul seems to contain… a great deal of trauma”} She laughed—sharp and broken. "Ya, no shit. Oh and, no offense, but your pain scale’s a bit off." A pause. Then, the voice continued—same tone, but just a hint more human. {“Noted. Adjusting pain calibration bias by 12%. Thank you for your feedback.”} --------------------------------------------------- When the world fractured, mana flooded reality—and everything changed. Cities fell. Machines exploded. Technology died. Sam didn't ask to wake up in the wreckage of a world reborn. She didn’t ask to inherit a stranger’s body, an experimental AI system, or a perk called Double Double that doubles everything... except the danger. Armed with strange knowledge from two lives, a sarcastic built-in assistant, and a pair of kittens with more bite than fluff, Sam begins her Integration into a world where magic and nanotech don’t just coexist—they compete. No class. No gear. No clue. But when the System speaks, Sam listens. Mostly. If the monsters don’t eat her, the adventurers might. But first—dinner, naming the cats, and figuring out how to enchant a frying pan ---------------------------------------------------

“Brother, you are a disgrace to our empire!” the Emperor roared, his voice echoing in the throne room. “You drown yourself in wine while your niece, the brightest jewel of the empire, is being courted by geniuses and kings!” Leaning lazily against a pillar, Wei Feng took a long swig from his wine jug and let out a discreet burp. “Mmm... And what’s the problem?” he replied, his voice slurred. “Those ‘geniuses’ are just noisy peacocks. And as for the jewel of the empire... she already has an owner.” Wei Feng, the Drunken Prince, the Royal Failure who renounced the throne. Everyone in the empire sees him as a useless parasite. What they don’t know is that, in the shadows, this decadent prince is building a collection of the most powerful, beautiful, and dangerous women the world has ever known. And the first piece in his collection, the most precious and forbidden, is the Crown Princess herself. “The heavens could strike me down with a thousand bolts of lightning, and the ancestors could curse my name for ten thousand years...” he whispered to her one night, his warm breath against her earlobe as her body trembled under his touch. He paused, a smile that could almost be felt in the darkness. “...and still, every second of this sin with you would be worth it. Let them call me a demon. What kind of demon wouldn’t enjoy corrupting an angel?” [Author's Note] Welcome! Prepare for a story where the empire's most underestimated protagonist proves that true power doesn't lie on a throne. What you'll find: An elite Harem. Explicit Content (R-18). A central taboo relationship (incest). (Warning: Reader discretion is advised). Zero-Tolerance Policy: NO NTR! There is no sharing here. The Harem Promise: Each heroine is a fully developed character with her own ambitions and power. They are not mere trophies. The title says it all: only Saints and Queens are accepted. If you're ready to see how a "failure" brings the world to its knees, not through war, but through conquest and seduction, then this is the novel for you.

Pour Becca, se rendre à Miami a ravivé d'anciens souvenirs d'enfance avec sa meilleure amie, Tally. Elle avait besoin d'une pause après une année difficile à Yale et une rupture avec son petit ami, Chad. Elle ne s'attendait pas à ce que son été de divertissement inclue de coucher avec James, l'Étalon Italien – le père de Tally. Sachant que c'est mal, elle laisse James l'entraîner dans un tourbillon de plaisir qui la fait dépasser les limites de la réalité et lutter pour survivre. Becca pourra-t-elle supporter ce plaisir sans que Tally ne découvre rien ? Ou ses secrets causeront-ils l'effondrement de son monde autour d'elle ?

A mysterious girl. A kingdom that whispers. And six crown princes who never saw her coming. In a world where names echo and silence is often overlooked, she arrives—unexplained, unshaken, and unforgettable. Kourtney Bethaway appeared in Hillgovia six months ago—out of nowhere. With eyes that saw more than they ever revealed, and an elegance that didn’t try to impress, she carried an air that drew attention without asking for it. Working under the famed designer Jean Perrie, she lived like a shadow stitched into silk—quiet, composed, impossible to place. Everything begins to shift the night she crosses paths with six crown princes from the allied kingdoms. Tension hums. Glances sharpen. Something about her draws attention—quietly, stubbornly. Not loud, not deliberate, but there. Present in every pause, in every breath held just a little too long. They don’t know who she is. She doesn’t explain. She doesn’t ask for their attention. But something about her demands it all the same. Because sometimes, the most unforgettable storms don’t arrive loudly. They enter the room and say nothing—wrapped in silence, cloaked in grace. And just as the world begins to notice her— She disappears. No trace. No warning. No answers. Only the memory of a girl who felt like a question no one knew how to ask… And the unsettling sense that her story isn’t done. Not yet.

She nearly killed me," he muttered. "Not nearly," the man said, stepping forward, his voice laced with timeless gravity. "She was holding back." Ren turned now. "You knew this would happen." The figure's eyes glinted silver. "I knew the First Flame would find the one who walks between. And he would choose." "Lu Quing?" Ren's laugh was hollow. "He's no ordinary man." "No," the figure said slowly. "He is the Remnant." Ren went still. "The what?" "Angel to some. Monster to others. The last of an ancient race who sealed the Gate of Origins with his own blood." He tilted his head. "Even I fear him." Ren gritted his teeth. "And she's falling for him." "It was written," the silver-eyed figure said. "But not how it ends." A pause. "You can still break her," the man continued. "But not with war. With doubt." Ren's smile returned. "I know exactly who to send."

After a near death experience, Nnenna wakes trapped again in the fragile body of her fifteen year old self, born into a cold, loveless household where she was nothing more than a shadow to the true heir. But this time is different. Armed with a mysterious Love System that allows her to turn hate into love, one mission at a time, Nnenna sets out to heal broken hearts and mend shattered bonds. Each act earns her “Good Points” and slowly reshapes the world around her. Yet as her past resurfaces, forgotten secrets, hidden origins, and the true story of her family, Nnenna must face the ghosts she once left behind. Along her journey, two figures emerge from the haze of her past and present, a soul she thought she had lost forever and another who had been by her side all along. Both carry promises of love, but can she trust their intentions? Will either of them earn her heart? Most importantly, can she learn to love herself? He sighed softly, after a long pause “I trained my whole life to protect this kingdom… but I never expected the one I’d want to protect most was you.” Nnenna blinked, stunned. “Why now?” “Because if I wait any longer… I’ll regret it for the rest of my life." In a world where love can be both a weapon and a salvation, Nnenna’s journey will test everything she believes in, about family, fate, and herself. Can she rewrite her destiny before the past consumes her once again?

(Completed) Ye Qingge's Weibo: Yun Qi Ye Qingge (Join the super cute "Pampered Consort" book-sharing giveaway) What to do when you run a red light drunk? Looking at the stupefied Weiyi, Ye Che said calmly, "Let's get married!" Weiyi, flushed with annoyance and embarrassment, covered her eyes, "This is just a misunderstanding!" Ye Che's hand, paused while doing up his tie, laughed arrogantly and charmingly, "But I'm very pure, I can't stand being misunderstood, please don't hurt me!" [Childhood Sweethearts, Innocent Love] QQ group: 511751744 (Knock on the door with: any character's name)

The stark-naked, handsome, young man looked intently at a winged reptile creeping in front of him, His lips, closed tight since setting foot in this new realm, began to move as words echoed in the shadowy realm of awareness. "It has been determined that the leaders of the plan and all related individuals are dead, communication with Earth has been completely severed. Transitioning to autonomous operation mode. Updating log-in name to the fully planned 'Li Lin'. Given the current situation, autonomous task B4 is selected." The boy, now known as Li Lin, paused briefly, his voice taking on a chilling edge as if from the depths of hell. "Infiltrate and invade the low-level civilization, colonize it, Earthify it." The ultimate weapon in the form of a young man, in this magical alien world, sensed a familiar scent - war. And so, he continued his mission.

Lia never meant to disappear—but sometimes, the weight of emotions makes even home feel unbearable. When she vanishes one evening, it’s Lucas, her quiet, rule-bound senior cadet, who finds her at the edge of the sea. With a sharp tongue and a wounded heart, Lia isn’t the easiest to handle, but Lucas doesn't give up. He drags her back—literally and emotionally—into a world she tried to escape. What starts as a forced ride on the back of his bike turns into an unexpected bond. Between biting shoulders and borrowed shirts, unspoken pain and silent stares, something delicate begins to grow between them. But real life doesn't pause for healing. As Lia returns to her normal life, months pass. Then a phone rings—and the voice on the other end reminds her: some debts are emotional, some are unexplainable, and some come back when you least expect them. A story of soft chaos, slow healing, and the quiet kind of love that sneaks up on you.

Crown Prince Ian Stromridge has just returned from battle, hailed as a hero, greeted with people's adoration and blessings but he brings home a beautiful woman, though he's already married leaving everybody completed nonplussed. His wife, Princess Angelica Stromridge wed him for convenience before he left for war. Their marriage lacked affection and was rife with misunderstandings from the start. From name-calling to accidental letters leading to further misconception. During his absence, Angelica played the dutiful wife, sacrificing to maintain the household, being the lovely princess and wonderful daughter in law, only to face his return with another woman whom the entire kingdom agreed was more beautiful than she was! Will she divorce or fight for his love, a love that clearly never existed in the first place? Will she clear the misunderstandings and surmount the obstacles or will it be a post-marriage love story or an ex-wife tale full of regret? Excerpt |||| "My princess..." called a maid, knocking on the door her hand trembling. "Come in." replied Angelica as the door opened hearing footsteps approaching. "What are you doing here? I gave stern orders for no one to disturb me for the entirety of the day." her austere voice rang out. "I... I know my princess... please forgive me... I... I did not mean to disturb you but... this is something very important." "Let's have it then." replied Angelica closing the book she had been reading as she laid eyes on the maid. The maid gulped, the fear evident in her eyes, she did not know how Angelica would react to the severely bad news she had brought with her, however, one thing was sure, Angelica would not react lightly at all. "My... m...y prince...ss the..." said the maid, causing Angelica to sigh in annoyance, rolling her eyes, she had better things to do than sit here listening to the maid's mumbling. "Yes, say it." said Angelica giving the maid a hand. "My princess, the crowned prince has returned." said the maid. "Oh... well that's nice... I guess I will see him later, or better yet tomorrow. There is no rush, I am sure he is swarmed by crowds at the moment." replied Angelica lazily, she really had no intention of moving from this spot. "But my princess... ther— " "Oh, you're right, it would be unacceptable if I did not come out to greet him, rumours would certainly ensue and the kingdom would be in serious hysteria as they always are." replied Angelica annoyed. "Yes, you are right, I should go and welcome him back home." said Angelica as she stood up and yawned. "My princess... that is not all, there is something else..." said the maid. "And what is that?" asked Angelica as the maid's eyes darted around the room, she did not know what to do, or how best to put this. "My princess... the... the crowned prince has truly returned but..." said the maid with a prolonged pause. "But what?" asked Angelica, her senses tingling, she had a inking that there was something wrong from the maid's strange behaviour. "But his highness..." paused the maid. "Out with it now!" said Angelica sternly. "His highness has returned with a strange woman and the rumours claim that she is his new wife!" spat out the maid as Angelica suddenly felt lightheaded and she fell back down on the chair. "My princess!" cried the maid as she rushed to her. "This is some sort of farce." said Angelica as the maid proceeded quickly to fan her with a cloth. "No my princess... it is true." replied the maid. "This is impossible. Ian must be mad, I am going to see this display of stupidity for myself!" said Angelica hotly, quickly rising up and storming out of the room as the poor maid followed behind her. ||||

He does not dream of glory. He dreams of not dying. In the remote mountain village of Mjull, life is quiet. Detached. Forgotten by war, untouched by kings, and far from the rot of power. But for sixteen-year-old Icariel, peace is a lie with a heartbeat. Every breath is a calculation. Every step, a gamble. Because unlike the others, he does not crave adventure. He craves survival. And death—it haunts him like a second soul. But Iliriania is not a world that spares the careful. Beyond the mountains, mages mold reality with raw mana, swordmasters ignite legends in blood and steel, and superhumans awaken to abilities that defy sanity. Monsters crawl through shattered gates. Empires rot from within. And beneath it all, ancient forces stir. Icariel has none of it. No power. No title. No fate. Only a voice—low as thunder in a grave, ancient as hunger—that whispers in his skull. A guide, a parasite, a presence. The only thing that has ever spoken to him in truth. When death finally finds Mjull, tearing apart the illusion of safety, Icariel must choose: vanish with the ashes, or walk into a world where only the cruel and the strong survive. A world where kindness dies first. A world that devours the weak like carrion. To live, he will have to become more than afraid. Because in a world where gods fall and graves forget, survival is the cruelest form of courage.

Meg, Meg, Meg? where are you taking her? who the hell are? Answer me dammit, Kinn's voice trembled reaching for Meg. A huge muscular guy in a white attire appeared behind Kinn. He pulled Kinn from his collar and whispers in his ear, "who we are, none of your business ";he pushed him back. Before jumping into the car, he paused and warns Kinn to back off. With his hands in his pocket, he rotates his neck saying, "she's not Meg. She's Millina Caroll". Kinn stood there in a shock alone at the wedding hall, failed to think how his life took a 360° turn. Will Kinn ever be able to turn the tide and find his love Meg?? Without wasting any second, dive into the story full of love, lesson and laugh with bunch of crack heads playing major role in their love journey. It is not a fairy tale but it will make you feel that magic and love both are in the air.

Jeffrey lived at the bottom of the social hierarchy—poor, orphaned, and born without a superpower. In a world ruled by prestigious heroes and inherited abilities, he was just an ordinary student, accepted into Star Knight Academy solely for his intelligence—not his strength. But in an elite school where power was everything, brains alone weren’t enough to survive. His days were filled with mockery and torment, especially from Liana Frostine—the academy’s shining star and the leader of a group of elite, future superheroes. Until one day, right before the midterm exams, everything changed. They tried to get rid of him... by pushing him into the street. They thought they had killed him. But they were wrong. --- ░▒▓【SYSTEM BOOTING...】▓▒░ ┏━━━[ERROR CORRECTION COMPLETE]━━━┓ │ USER: JEFFREY CAIN│ │ STATUS: Fatal Trauma Detected │ │ Awakening Protocol Initiated... │ ┗━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━┛ Skill Unlocked: [Chrono Lock - Time Freeze] Limiter Status: MORALITY — DISABLED Primary Targets Acquired: Female. Superpowered. Cruel. Directives: RETRIBUTION. OBSESSION. DOMINATION. --- Now, Jeffrey holds the power to freeze time. No one can run. No one can fight back. He can take revenge for everything—one by one. This isn't just vengeance. This is execution. And for every woman who ever laughed at him... Time is up.

Forget the quirky nose! Need a heartfelt note, steamy text, or a grand apology that will make your partner overlook that awkward pause when you asked, "Does this outfit suit me?" Well, Emily has just the solution. But when her most frequent client, the irresistibly charming (or perhaps just charmingly irritating?) Jack Carter approaches her with a unique request, Emily soon realizes that three little words can lead to one big mess. Jack isn’t looking for help to woo another model this time; he wants Emily's expertise to rekindle a romance with his high school sweetheart (aka, his one true love) – and he’s willing to pay handsomely for her help. Add to the mix a summer getaway to the stunning Blue Ridge Mountains, where the vibes are reminiscent of ‘Dirty Dancing’ mixed with flirty banter, and this matchmaker finds herself in over her head – and unexpectedly smitten with the last person she anticipated. Can Emily craft the perfect words to navigate her own feelings? Or will this love story take a disastrous turn?

The year is 5244, and humanity has been on pause. Despite centuries of technological advancements, society has stagnated, glued to their phones. Knowledge, ambition, and human connection have crumbled. SOB442 a 12 year old.Is different. A self-proclaimed genius in a sea of mindless phone addicts, he feels like the last person alive who craves something more—knowledge, purpose, meaning. In a world where even his family barely looks up from their devices, SOB442’s only friend is TFR100, a friend so absorbed in tech he barely knows how to speak.But everything changes the day they stumble upon a mysterious object in TFR’s basement: a “slab” unlike anything they’ve ever seen. Made of leather and filled with strange, thin sheets—paper—it carries a title: The Adventures of Shawn and Tucker. To SOB442, it’s not just a curiosity; it’s a relic from a forgotten era, a key to uncovering humanity’s lost history. Determined to uncover the truth behind the slab, SOB442 embarks on a quest to learn what the book holds and why it was buried in a world that’s forgotten how to read. Along the way, he’ll face resistance from a society that sees no value in the past, a government that thrives on ignorance, and his own doubts about whether one kid can reignite the spark of human curiosity. In a world where everyone is online, can one boy reconnect humanity to the stories that made it human?

“Every empire ends in silence. His just forgot to scream.” In a city carved from glass and steel, where thunder hides in boardrooms and empires wear suits instead of armor, Aldrin reigns from the top of the Aetherium Spire—not with a crown of gold, but one of consequence, silence, and fire. A man forged in forgotten wars, he built a godless dominion where diplomacy cuts deeper than blades, and betrayal is a language fluently spoken. But the storm doesn’t come with an army. It walks in quietly. Iris Cael arrives as a new recruit to Orion—young, brilliant, clean. Too clean. A whisper in a dossier. A lie waiting to be told. And Aldrin, haunted by ghosts he buried in data cores and ash, senses the tremor before the quake. As old shadows stir and forgotten names reemerge—chief among them, Mara, the woman who burned the world beside him before vanishing—Aldrin begins to unravel not from weakness, but from prophecy. His stillness isn’t peace. It’s the pause before ignition. Allies become watchers. Watchers become threats. The city begins to hum with a vibration too ancient for technology and too deliberate for coincidence. Beneath the contracts and campaigns lies something deeper: A reckoning. And Aldrin knows—when fire returns, it won’t ask for permission. It will ask what he’s willing to burn to stay in control.

After losing her sister, Elena Moore is left hollow—adrift in a world that no longer feels familiar. Desperate for space to breathe, she leaves behind the noise of the city and moves to a small coastal town where the ocean is wide, the streets are quiet, and no one knows her name. Nathan Hale has lived in that same town for years, quietly tucked away in a weathered house on the cliff’s edge. Once a renowned author, he’s now a recluse—his pen abandoned, his world closed off after a heartbreak he never speaks of. When Elena and Nathan cross paths, it’s not instant or electric. It’s slow—deliberate. A glance, a pause, a word. Their connection grows not from sparks but from shared silences, aching memories, and the quiet recognition of someone who understands what it means to lose everything. As seasons shift and their walls begin to crumble, both must choose: retreat to the comfort of solitude, or take the risk of loving again—imperfect, fragile, and real. Beneath the Blue is a tender, deeply felt story about grief, healing, and the unexpected love that finds you when you stop looking and start feeling again.

They said the room on the 49th floor didn’t exist. No nameplate. No ID access. No records in the company logs. But every employee at RaiSinghaniPharma knew the rule: Don’t speak of it. Don’t look at it. Don’t even think of trying the handle. Meher stood in front of it now, silent, the polished steel door gleaming under the cold-white hallway lights. His reflection blinked back at him—black eyes hardened by blood, a jagged scar slicing across the left side of his lips, another crossing the dead center of his left eye. Skin weathered and bronze from years of sunlight that no longer touched this skyscraper. Behind him, the corridor stretched empty. But he knew—cameras were watching. He shouldn’t be here. Not after hours. Not alone. And definitely not thinking about the dream he had last night. A dream of this door. A dream of blood. A dream where he died again. He reached forward. Before his fingers could graze the steel, a voice echoed behind him—low, dangerous, too calm. “That room isn’t for you, Meher.” He didn’t turn around. He didn’t need to. He knew that voice better than his own heartbeat now. Agrasen. His boss. His director. His living nightmare. And the man whose story, once upon a time, had ended in tragic flames on a page of fiction. Only, this wasn’t fiction anymore. This was the world Meher had been dragged into—the world of "The End of Eclipse." Where Agrasen was destined to die. And Meher? Meher was never meant to exist. “I didn’t open it,” Meher replied. “Yet.” A pause. Then, footsteps—measured, like a hunter circling prey. “Curiosity is a dangerous trait,” Agrasen murmured, voice just behind him now. “Especially in men like you, who carry too many excuses… and scars.” Meher finally turned. Their eyes locked. Bronze and brown. Black and hollow. And just like that, the air between them cracked— With history that never happened, Memories that didn’t belong, And a hunger neither of them could explain. Behind the door, something pulsed. Alive. Waiting. Restricted Section. The door never opened that night. But it would. And when it did, Nothing would be the same.

You don’t have to want me,” he said, voice low and final. “You just need to understand… you were never anyone else’s to begin with.” “If I was yours,” i whispered, “then why did you wait so long to come for me?” *** “Because…” he paused, stepping closer, “The next time I touched you, I knew I wouldn’t stop.” ***** Selene lives in the spotlight but her past is a blackout. At twenty-one, she’s one of the most in-demand models in the industry. Fame, beauty, success… she has it all except answers. A fire stole her memories before the age of eighteen, leaving behind nothing but scars, nightmares, and the haunting feeling that someone is always watching. She’s right. Killian Grey doesn’t ask. He takes. Cold, dangerous, and impossibly familiar, he steps into her life with the quiet authority of a man who already owns it. And maybe… he does. He knows her fears. Her scars. The slight tremble in her voice when she’s holding everything in. And he’s not playing fair—he never planned to. Selene resists his control. She challenges his presence. But no one has ever looked at her like this like she’s not just his obsession… but his purpose. As secrets rise from the ashes of her past, Selene is forced to face a brutal truth: Can she survive the reality of who she really is? Is Killian her protector—or her captor? And when obsession feels like love… Will she even care?

The Second World War ended not in fire, but in compromise. A fragile peace was forged between the United States, the Soviet Union, and the Third Reich after Germany conquered most of Europe. With the formation of a United Nations dominated by four veto powers—USA, USSR, TR, and UK—the world avoided mutual destruction. But beneath this uneasy alliance, a new war brews: not for land or ideology, but for superiority of the human race itself. In the ashes of the old war, the Third Reich unveils Eric, a being born and bred in a laboratory—faster than bullets, stronger than tanks, and presented as the "true potential of the Aryan race." As panic ripples across the globe, the U.S. rushes to respond. Led by brilliant scientist Natalie, the CIA initiates Project Liberty, transforming returning war hero Logan into the American Sentinel—a patriotic symbol of hope in a world sliding toward chaos. In the East, the USSR crafts its answer: Nikolai, a guilt-ridden airman haunted by his past, is reborn through a pain-fueled transformation into the Red Guardian—a reluctant savior torn between duty to his nation and love for his family. As these superpowered icons rise, so do the shadows behind them: Greta, Eric's manipulative handler, schemes to rule the Reich as his empress. Rebecca, Logan’s estranged wife, seeks a life untouched by war’s long reach. Boris, a Soviet general, treats Nikolai as little more than propaganda. And hidden in the Arctic ice lies a secret that predates even Eric—the First Superman. When a global summit descends into fear and threats, and world leaders start falling mysteriously, it becomes clear that peace was only a pause. Eric seizes power in Germany and launches a new wave of conquest—first in the East, then West—threatening to turn the Earth into his empire. Caught in a three-way war between fascism, communism, and democracy, Logan and Nikolai must confront not only each other, but the deeper truth: Are they heroes of their nations, or prisoners of their flags? In the ruins of Moscow, as Eric stands poised to conquer all, the final battle will decide more than the fate of the world—it will determine what it means to be human in an age of gods.

[Mature Content Warning] In the fading twilight of the Moorish empire, Aneesa is betrayed by her family and sold to the palace as a concubine. But the Alhambra holds more than silks and secrets-within its walls lie dangerous scrolls, ancient alchemy, and a prince (Emir) who'd rather vanish into books than claim his throne. When the palace's future collides with an approaching army, Aneesa and Emir Tariq must decide whether love is their greatest weakness or their most powerful weapon. Forbidden love, dark magic, and courtly betrayal collide in this slow-burn historical fantasy where passion may be the only thing strong enough to rewrite fate. --- Excerpt --- Aneesa melted into him, hands grasping at his muscular arms. His fingertips slid along her back, pulling her in with the urgency of someone who had denied himself too long. She gasped as he picked her up and spun her around. In no time, her spine met the cold stone table, and scrolls and ink jars were knocked aside. Their tongues thrashed together as one hand clutched at her breasts and another raised her robe and navigated up her inner thigh. The Emir paused, looking at her with eyes on fire with desire.

It began with silence. Not the kind that crept through rooms late at night, or the kind that blanketed cities before a storm—but a silence that stretched across continents. A pause. A universal hush. Then, all at once, every living person on Earth heard it not through their ears, but deep inside their minds. "A new emperor has been born." The words were clear. Ancient. Powerful. Spoken in no language and yet understood by all. Some froze mid-step. Some wept without knowing why. Others—those with power or knowledge of the unseen—felt a ripple of energy surge through the layers of reality. The message didn’t stop at Earth. It passed through dreams, planes, and dimensions. And somewhere deep beneath layers of forgotten space, ancient things stirred. Beings locked away for centuries shifted in their prisons. Some smiled. Others screamed. Not all of them were sane anymore. Most of these creatures once gods, demons, or monsters had been cast into the crevices of existence. Trapped in what humans now called hells, their forms and minds had twisted over the ages. Once noble or divine, they had become demonic, dangerous, desperate. The message had confirmed what they had long feared and hoped: the imperial line had returned. An emperor had risen. In the deepest chambers of shadow governments and secret orders, alarms were triggered. Hidden organizations the kind that even presidents answered to scrambled into action. They knew what the return of an emperor meant: chaos... or salvation. And somewhere on the slopes of an old mountain, a young man named Philip stood he had just accepted the final legacy He didn’t hear the message. Not like the others. For him, the silence remained. But something within him shifted.

She was cold in chat. But when they met, her silence spoke louder than words. Nayla is the kind of girl who leaves your message unread, not because she doesn’t care, but because she doesn’t know how to care in a way that fits inside a blue bubble. Raka, a warm and extroverted guy, falls for Nayla’s quiet presence. But as their connection grows, so does his confusion. How do you hold on to someone who disappears every time the screen lights up? This is not a story of grand declarations. It’s about pauses, glances, and the kind of love that lingers in silence. Cold on Screen, Warm in Real Life is a slow-burn urban romance about learning to speak each other’s language even when one is made of noise and the other of quiet.

"It's me Damon. Damon Blackwood." A Pause. "Your husband." But she doesn’t remember him. She doesn’t even remember herself. After waking up from a coma with no memory of her past, Eliana Moore is told she’s married to Damon Blackwood—a cold, enigmatic billionaire whose touch feels both foreign and painfully familiar. His mansion is a cage of luxury, his words too carefully chosen. She doesn’t trust him. She can’t. But the truth is far darker than she expected. In a desperate bid to protect her, her parents gave her away—to Damon—in a ruthless business deal meant to save their legacy. What began as a transaction has turned into something far more complicated: Damon has fallen for her. And to her horror… Eliana’s heart is starting to betray her too. As memories begin to resurface, so do dangerous secrets. A powerful enemy still hunts her. Her family is hiding something. And Damon—her complicated, infuriating, irresistible husband—might be the only one standing between her and the past that could destroy her. In a world of lies, can a woman without a past trust the man who holds her future?

In a world drowned in endless light, where the very air hums with radiance and the last shadow faded from memory generations ago, one woman dares to dream of the impossible. Erya Sol lives beneath the unblinking gaze of a society where darkness is forbidden, privacy is treason, and the light is both law and prison. The cities blaze with brilliance; oceans shimmer from within; even grief is recorded in the bright archives. In this world of relentless exposure, there is no dusk, no night, no pause. Only the tyranny of the visible. But in the hidden bones of the earth, Erya has forged a secret. A device whispered of in outlawed legends—a dark bulb. A sphere that doesn’t emit, but erases. A creation not of light, but of its absence. And when she dares to activate it, even for a breath, the impossible happens. The light dies. In the perfect silence of that void, something ancient awakens. A presence patient beyond time, waiting beyond the brilliance. Now, hunted by the Assembly, haunted by what she has unleashed, Erya begins a journey to bring night back to the world. But the dark is not empty. And the truth it holds may unmake everything she seeks to save.

Angel’s life has never been picture-perfect. After losing their parents at a young age, her two older brothers—Dave and Alvin—stepped up and raised her the best they could. From barely surviving to building their now-successful fashion boutique, DALVIN, the trio has been through everything together. But life doesn’t always go according to plan. Angel had to drop out of university in her first year, all thanks to a financial mistake her brothers made. While they worked hard to fix it and rebuild their lives, Angel put her dreams on pause—until now. Back in school and determined to focus on her future, the last thing Angel expects is him. Alex. Arrogant. Mysterious. And somehow always where she doesn't want him to be. Their first encounter? A literal accident. Something hits her—literally—and she lands in the arms of the most frustratingly attractive guy on campus. From then on, it’s nothing but sparks, sarcasm, and stares that last too long. They argue, they banter, they clash at every turn… but behind the fights is a slow, electric pull neither of them can explain. And in the middle of it all, Angel must balance the love of the two men who raised her—and the one who might be stealing her heart. Love Happened is a heartwarming, hilarious, and emotional story of family, second chances, and finding love in the last place you expect...

I couldn't help but chuckle as I leaned against a tree, arms casually folded across my chest. Listening to their bold declarations of becoming the greatest hero made me shake my head in amusement. "You haven't even taken your first steps on this journey, and already you're dreaming of being the best," I said, letting out a sigh. "You guys are nothing but a bunch of fools." My gaze swept over them, a mix of disbelief and pity flashing in my eyes. "If you keep your heads in the clouds like this, you’re going to get yourselves killed." A smirk played on my lips as I turned away, leaving their stunned faces behind. As I walked off, Harvey's words echoed in my mind. "Jealousy," he had accused, his voice taunting me. I tried to brush off the bitter sting that crept up on me, but it lingered nonetheless. I paused for a moment, the faint echo of laughter bubbling up from my chest. "Jealousy, huh?" I muttered with a wry grin before continuing my path.

“Teach me” I said drunkenly “Teach me how to be a bad girl” “Are you sure about Tiny, there’s a tiny addiction that comes with that” he said, looking at me through the hood of his eyes. “What am I getting addicted to?” I echoed back, trying to keep my focus on his face, and not down his chest and his muscular arms. “Me” *** Cheryl Taylor had just recently divorced her cheating husband and decided to move back to her childhood town. Desperate for a room, she finds one with some weird rules and a roommate who seemed to busy to meet with her – everything comes to a shocking pause when she finds out it’s Aiden Scott – the town’s bad boy, and in fact her high school bully. Aiden Scott is now a made man and a billionaire but he’s stepped on a few toes to get there and now they’re out for his blood and he has to lay low in the town he grew up – the town that only saw him as a good for nothing bastard. He decides to get a roommate to appear normal, he takes the first one he got and only because it’s Cheryl Taylor – the one girl he had harbored a secret crush for years.

(BOOK IS ON PAUSE!) In a world where female werewolves are extinct, Luna is nothing more than a rare prize—one meant to be owned, controlled, and bred. Sold to the strongest werewolf pack, she is treated like a fragile, helpless lamb, a possession with no will of her own. They expect her to submit, to fear them, to accept her fate. But beneath her trembling hands and tearful eyes lies something far more dangerous than they could ever predict. Trapped in a den of beasts, Luna learns their weaknesses—their greed, their hatred for one another, their desperation for power. If she is to survive, she must play her role well. She must let them think she is weak, let them believe they hold all the control. And then, she will seduce them—one by one. Who knew seduction could be such a deadly tool?

Elisabeth Milo was just a girl trying to survive. She lived under a fake identity with the powerful Friedemann family- rich, respected, feared. Life wasn’t perfect, but it was better than anything she had known before. Even though they didn’t truly love her, she had comfort, friends, and peace of mind… or so she thought. Then she met Brianna. Meeting Brianna was the beginning of her end. Elisabeth thought she was making a friend, but she was inviting a snake into her life. Brianna didn’t just betray her, she destroyed her, humiliated her, and turned the whole school against her. The worst part? Brianna created something cold and dangerous inside her- something that hated pity and fought to never be looked down on again. Elisabeth lost trust in everyone. She started destroying before she could be destroyed. But then, just when it felt like her world was stuck in darkness forever, she met someone who made her pause: Her real mother. The woman she thought she had lost forever helped her remember what peace felt like. With time, Elisabeth began to heal. Her life finally started to settle, and then she met Kendall Denilson. Kendall was a rejected son from a powerful family. Everyone called him useless, but Elisa saw more. She saw the man he could be, and in return, he gave her the kind of love she never thought she deserved. They got married, and even when storms came, they stood together. It wasn’t perfect, but it was peaceful. Until the past came knocking. Brianna came back, this time to take her husband and her home. But Elisabeth is no longer the same scared, broken girl Brianna once humiliated. She’s stronger now. Wiser. And she knows one thing for sure: > There is nothing in this world worth losing your peace for.