Just A Twilight

I WAS JUST A SERVANT By Samkelisiwe Sithole (Mbazo) Zenande Mthembu was born into power, wealth, and pride — but one tragic car accident left her in a wheelchair, abandoned by her husband, and locked inside a golden prison of silence and bitterness. Once adored by society, now she's just the angry rich girl no one can help. Until Nokwanda walks in. Late for the job interview, dressed plainly as a servant, Nokwanda never expected to meet a woman like Zenande — fierce, arrogant, and secretly broken. But where others ran away, Nokwanda stayed. She saw the truth behind Zenande’s cold stares… and heard the silent cry for love. As Nokwanda cares for Zenande, the lines between duty and desire blur. Zenande, once married to a man, begins to feel something she's never felt before — not just attraction, but safety, softness, and the terrifying beauty of being loved by a woman. But love doesn’t come easily when society watches, secrets threaten, and someone from Zenande’s past is determined to destroy them both. “I Was Just a Servant” is a slow-burn, forbidden romance between two women from different worlds — one fighting to heal, and the other daring to love for the first time. Together, they’ll face betrayal, danger, and their own fears… for a love worth everything.

Two unlikely friends—one reckless and playful, the other cold and calculated—have their lives turn upside down when they decide to save a mysterious girl from a slaver… and instantly become targets of a deadly syndicate. They later discover She’s no ordinary girl. She’s a secret wrapped in danger. A magnet for chaos. Now hunted and knee-deep in a conflict they never asked for, the two must risk everything to protect her. But how long can they survive before the shadows catch up? Book One of the Sentience Series — The storm starts here.

In a world ruled by ancient noble bloodlines and a silent system that rarely intervenes… one young heir is about to rewrite the laws of fate. Born within the mysterious pocket realm of Lorellma, Aren Stellarheart is the first child to naturally adapt to its twisted, ethereal conditions — a realm defiant of time, space, and the natural order. Branded with the Unique Body Curse, a mark that has destroyed all before him, Aren was never meant to survive. But when the curse vanishes, a forgotten voice calls to him — ancient, knowing, and patient. As noble families scheme in the shadows, and siblings forge dangerous alliances to claim the Stellarheart legacy, the Shadow Legion watches over Aren… and follows him even into the forbidden. In a game where being chosen by birth means nothing without power, and rising by merit comes at a cost — Aren is neither. He is something else. The key. The door. The distance that cannot be measured — and the step that ends all return.

Whether man or woman , you die. Whether young or old , you still die . Of course death is natural. It has to happen. it doesn't negotiate about who it is to take. It is better if one die atleast peaceful. The body rest and the soul be at peace. Okay. The shadow master doesn't like it that way of course. Let the soul rest but the body... Is his to control The shadow of the dead will take up the body And everyone the dead once hated Everyone he once was jealous of he destroyed. The way to increase it's power As it wasn't still a human But a hudow And then the hunt for the onyx would begin. Something believed to control humans But for real none knew it's true power. And then this weakling Once taken in by the shadow master But later rejected of course Too weak ... Wants to stop him Save the world haha this weakling

Having had the ability to see ghosts for as long as she can remember, Katherine is thrown into a world of mystery, horror, and temptation when a series of macabre murders occur in her small town in England. The truth behind the trail of death and the nature of her own abilities shakes this girl's world as she tries to learn more about the supernatural side of the world, the strange alliances that exist within it, and perhaps find love along the way. Now available on RoyalRoad under the same pseudonym.

This novel is about a boy's adventures and tragedies in life, which may be common among not many around us. This story covers most of the categories in its pages but may not contain some common ones. It may also contain non-fiction parts amongst its words. This novel is written to express such stories among the commoners. Just an ordinary but fascinating story full of life. It may not bring enthusiasm to many readers, but to those who do read, it can change their perspective on life, and such people will surely enjoy reading it.

Argom. World of sword and magic, but also tyranny and injustice. Humans, Hybrids, Demons, Devas, Spirits. So many races are living in this world, yet waged wars many times each other without concern of the consequences. No race even has unity, and Goddesses have almost lost hope for them. Yet, there is one who changed the rules. One who died with some regrets in his life, yet got a second chance in Argom. Prophecy called him "Destroyer". People called him "Evil","Liar" but some called him just... Jack, ...or Teach.

Strangers, falsely convicted of murder, must prevent an invasion while clearing their names, or the Kingdom will fall before it's first founding day. Navigating the feelings of loss from her murdered friends, Krashina must remember why she joined the Order of Knights if she is to lead her companions. Nixor the Knife will have to look beyond his own self preservation if he is to survive. Grey will be forced to decide between keeping his secrets or risking his life to save the very realm which has outlawed all magic. Cairvish has no choice- his uncle has taken his betrothed as a hostage, and there is no price he won't pay for her freedom.

It begins with just a dream and it shall end with the death of many. In the depths of the darkness, where shadows twist and whisper secrets, the Black Sea lies shrouded in an eternal fog. , waves moving across the surface under the pallid glow of a waning red moon. The winds carry eerie echoes, the voices of lost souls crying in their watery graves. Beneath the surface, something stirs—a slumber, waiting for the unwary to venture too close. As stillness is shattered by the sound of distant thunder, though no storm brews on the horizon. In the depths, the darkness holds its breath, guarding its secrets, while the Black Sea is as calm as the silence itself. ( you can now find me on discord.so if ya curious I'm there ) [https://discord.gg/Yn6hqDDx]

Shiva was a 28-years old ordinary man who died in a car crash and was reborn with the power of Ghost Rider in the Twilight and TVD (The Vampire Diaries) world. . . . Arthur's Note: My grammar may not be the best, but I'm working on improving it. I don't own any of the characters, only my original character (OC). I would appreciate feedback and support if you enjoy the story. I will be updating it three to four days a week.

Ilya, an orphan child burdened by memories that shouldn’t be his, lived in a strange world. A world of magic and mystery awaited him, but not without a price. The power flowing through his veins came with a terrible cost, pulling him down a path he never chose. Yet, he kept walking. Driven by a quiet resolve to uncover the truth, to find his place in a world that never asked for him. The shadows of his past clung to him. The road ahead was uncertain. But still, he didn’t stop. For the first time in his life, he saw a chance, a small chance, fragile chance, to forge his own path. One free from the regrets that haunted him. And with each step, he braced himself. Ready for the storm to come.

THIS IS A FANFIC.Boy reincarnates in twilight as a ghoul, decides to make some changes . twilight belongs to Stephenie Meyer. Tokyo ghoul belongs to Sui Ishida and the dragon belongs to Blue-Deep. I just made up some stuff CURRENTLY ON HOLD, BECAUSE I'M OUT OF CREATIVE JUICE.

Nadia is a normal person, but one day she woke up in a magical world. Even so, she was still normal, not magical creature. No system. No special magic talent. But... Who knows? maybe she'll find some way to get magic skills and stay alive. Warning: little bit of strong lenguage. this is first book i write, so sorry if there'll be some plot holes, bad grammar or anything just wrong. as i said, it's my first book and english isn't my first lenguage. hope you'll enjoy the book if you'll read it :)

At six years old, Adam Hazar lost everything—his family, his home, and his purpose. The ruins of his past forge him with solitude and grief into a reckless brute. Years later, a young warrior emerges into a world on the brink of collapse. As rival dynasties crumble and secret factions move in the shadows, Adam is thrust into a deadly political struggle far beyond his village roots. But when he uncovers the truth behind his childhood tragedy, his path shifts—from survival to vengeance. In a realm where crowns fall and power decides fate, Adam’s journey begins with loss—and burns toward retribution.

I am Human In a race spanning billions, he was nothing In a space spanning hundreds, he was nothing In a room spanning a few, he was nothing Thats what he made himself to be Untill one day his body vanished into nothingness In a world of unknown, a world where he is nothing What would a human like him do?

They say demons are the real monsters. They have yet to meet her mother. She wears a crown, commands a kingdom, and signed her death warrant without so much as flinching. Rya—once heir to the Kingdom of Runevale—is now its most wanted fugitive. Betrayed by the throne that raised her and hunted by the man she once called a friend, she ran. She bled. She nearly died. Then he found her. Lucius B. Draven. The King of Threnor. One of the Seven Princes of Hell, War, wrapped in human skin. He offers her protection. A place to hide. A chance to live. But nothing from a Prince of Hell comes without a price.

Twilight is a reflection of silent emotions — those moments when words fade just as the light does, wrapping us in a longing we can't quite name, and a stillness that mirrors the quiet inside us at the end of the day. It is the heart’s hour of contemplation, yearning, and silence… just like the sky, which says nothing and speaks only in color. This book is a journey towards our true selves. In it, I detail every emotion we experience as humans, whether good or bad. I explore how we can nurture and grow positive feelings, and how to healthily release ourselves from negative ones. This work is the result of knowledge gained from my studies of articles, books, meditations, and an analysis of countless people's experiences with their emotions. I'm not a psychologist or sociologist, but I'm deeply passionate about this field and committed to my own self-development. I'm here to share what I've discovered after significant effort. Like you, I'm on my own path to self-discovery, moving away from societal falsehoods tied to harmful customs and traditions. I wish you a beautiful healing journey that truly befits your pure souls. so, Sit at my doorstep and read... Perhaps then the longing will heal, And the fire of haste will fade. Life’s beauty is a necklace— Its pearls scatter when the thread snaps.

In the verdant empire of Gaialen, a bastard boy named Lucien Valis grows up on the edge of legend and obscurity — the unwanted son of a noble house, cursed with strange dreams and a magic that defies order. To the world, he is nothing more than a forgotten name in a forgotten branch of the imperial tree. But blood never forgets. Born of Seraphina of the House of Light and Kael of the Shadowborn, Lucien carries a lineage the gods themselves swore to erase. A child of forbidden union — one whose soul could unmake the balance between light and dark. To prevent it, the gods sealed within him a power far older than any empire: the God of Twilight, long buried by divine war and divine fear. Now, as kingdoms fracture, old magic stirs, and omens blacken the skies, Lucien begins to hear a voice — not of madness, but of memory. A voice that whispers of forgotten truths, of betrayal, and of a destiny born at the hour between day and night. He is not just a boy. He is a vessel. He is the key. And when the seal breaks, the gods will tremble.

A teenager with powers he's hidden his whole life. A world that never made space for someone like him. When Julius is unexpectedly recruited to an elite academy for the gifted, he's faced with a choice: Will he finally find purpose in a place built for people like him? Or will this new system prove just as broken as the one he left behind?

*I don't know who the guy in the picture is supposed to be, it is not owned by me. i was serching for some picture to refrence a novel, and i loved this so i took it. i saw some comments referring as Chamber so I'll use that as his name.*

The world fell into layers. Monsters took the depths. Gifted stood to fight. Elian? He just cleans floors. Elian’s job is simple: don’t die, don’t touch anything weird, and clean the blood.

When Elowen Seraphina wakes up inside her favorite dark romance novel, she expects to be a background character who dies early. What she doesn't expect is to catch the eye of the cold, obsessive villain who was destined to destroy everyone. As the pages of fate unravel, Elowen must survive the twisted plot, resist the pull of obsession, and change the ending she knows all too well. But what if the villain only becomes more dangerous because he’s falling in love?