Vagabonds Gaze

Aya never believed in fate — just headphones, warm coffee, and surviving one day at a time. But everything changes when a balloon brushes past her cheek… and her forgotten bracelet flickers with a blue light she’s never noticed before. Across the street stands Krish — a cold, mysterious businessman trapped in a life he never chose, whose gaze seems to recognize Aya before she even sees him. What connects them? Why does the bracelet glow near him? And why does everything feel... like it already happened once before? A tale of chance meetings, tangled pasts, hidden powers, and two souls drawn together by more than just coincidence. Some stories don’t begin — they return.

“Look at you, you were this teeny-weeny when you were little.” Using both hands, Shao Zifeng gestures how small his pet beast used to be. He then raises his head and looks at the gigantic being in front of him. “Just how did you grow into this ferocious form?”

【The Ultimate Special Forces Book】The Strongest Soldier King, casting a tiger's gaze over all rivals, fought for the country, and drew his sword for the people. He would rather die standing than live kneeling, without regrets or complaints! This is a man's book! This is a story of fiery blood!

This is a game of deities. This is a fallen world. This is an endless voyage. Amidst the ruins of a shattered reality, a race known as "humans" dares to stake their existence on the faint glimmer of hope. "I shall return unto you the trials we once endured," proclaims a man of benevolent smile as he stands atop the pinnacle of the world. With fluttering banners, he gazes upon the radiant tapestry of the cosmos. He points a single finger toward the distant stars. Boom! A thunderous explosion shatters the silence, echoing across the desolate landscape.

My lips were tightly shut. My expression—blank. As if I didn’t understand the meaning behind his gaze, now sharper than ever. His fingers traced slowly along my jawline. The motion was calm. Measured. Too careful to be called affectionate. “So naive,” he whispered, barely audible. “Your breath... unchanged. Even your heartbeat is steady.” He leaned in. His lips brushed the skin beneath my ear—warm, but not seductive. A mere distraction. “These eyes... don’t lie. But they’re not completely honest either, are they?” His left hand slid to my back, tracing down my shoulder blades, then lower—to my waist. And stopped. Still. As if checking something. “Do you realize...” he continued, his voice soft yet piercing, “...of all the people who’ve seen my darkest side... you’re the only one who didn’t run.” I stayed silent. Just blinked once more, then gave a faint smile. “And why would I run?” My voice was light. Playful. I even let out a small laugh, more like a sigh. He didn’t laugh back. His gaze remained deep. His hand still touched my cheek—cold, scented with metal and leather. And then I... ...smiled. Genuinely. I leaned up slightly, raised his face gently with both hands, and kissed his cheek. The kiss left no mark, just a soft sound: chu — sweet, innocent. Almost like a child trying to show love. “Oh! You must be tired,” I said lightly. “I only made fish soup tonight, but the cuts are... kind of a mess.” I tugged gently at the hem of his shirt—playful, affectionate. Pulling him to hover directly over me. I slowly lay back on the bed, though my feet still touched the floor. My gaze never left him—looking up from the most vulnerable position. “But don’t ask why the cuts turned out so ugly,” I added with a small giggle. “Because earlier, the knife—” “The knife?” He interrupted. Flat voice. I nodded slowly, my eyes still bright. “Yeah, it’s so heavy! Where did you even buy it? Sharp, scary... but cool. Like... the kind used by a serial killer! Hehe~” For a few seconds, his expression shifted. Not angry. Not bothered. But... something changed. As if his mind had just collided with a memory that should’ve stayed locked away. Then, still calm, he said: “Don’t use that knife again. You could get hurt.” His fingers slipped into my hair—gentle, yet cold. “Tomorrow, I’ll give you a new one. Something that suits your hands better.” Then his lips lowered again. To my neck. At first, it tickled. But it quickly turned into something deeper than clumsy affection. Our breathing grew uneven. His body pressed heavily over mine, making the bed creak with every move.

A loveless marriage was supposed to be the end. Instead, it was only the beginning. Elera never imagined her name would be tied to Adrian Wolfe the billionaire with a dangerous past and an even colder gaze. But when blackmail, business, and bloodlines collide, she has no choice. He doesn’t believe in love. She doesn’t believe she matters. But the heart never follows rules. And neither do secrets.

Mara and Maria-Isabel have always been best friends. But while Mara is happily married to Ethan, Maria-Isabel is trapped in an abusive relationship. When Mara and Ethan help her escape, they never expect what happens next. One night, Mara walks in on a moment she never should have seen her husband and her best friend, locked in an intense, lingering gaze. "Tell me it’s not what I think," Mara whispers, her voice shaking. Maria-Isabel looks away. Ethan stays silent. Their friendship was meant to save Maria-Isabel. Instead, it may have destroyed them all. A story of love, betrayal, and a choice that will change everything.

In a world auctioned off to the gods, humanity became nothing but entertainment. Dungeons appeared, monsters roamed, and every survivor received a System Panel to broadcast their rise or fall. While heroes earned millions of followers, he remained invisible—watched only by a single, silent god: Chaos. With nothing but a trembling knife and one hidden audience, he must level up in a world where fame means power… and obscurity means death.

In a world where summoners wield the power to call forth vampires, elves, angels, demons, and all humanoid creatures from across the realms, Nathan found himself unable to summon beings except from beasts.  However, those beasts are not ordinary beasts. They are divine beings who once stood at the same level, if not higher, than the legendary creatures the world ever knew.  Casting his gaze to the left, Nathan sees numerous summoners accompanied by the likes of demon kings, archangels, vampire progenitors, and other legendary beings. Turning to the right, a massive army of alien symbiotes is waiting to attack.  There was no fear in his eyes, because standing on his left is a majestic wolf who managed to kill a god, the legendary eight-headed serpent coils on his right, above him is the bird who is glowing like the sun, and behind him is a dragon that once gnawed the roots of the world tree.  “Let the war begin.”

*Spawns into existence with an overpowered past* Walks in an elegant and dignified gait, takes a seat on a chair as if he was a sovereign and gazes down at you. "Hello, ladies~" I spoke in an enchanting yet overbearing tone, gazing at the ladies, who were dazed gazing up at me in a near-revering state. "And to you guys too" I mumbled in annoyance as my eyes landed on men. "Hey, can't you just remove men, except for me, from my world?" I asked _Eshwar_. (*_Eshwar_ choks on the drink he was drinking and glances away*) "Tsk, useless!" I cursed at him and glanced away, ignoring his menacing glare, that spoke volumes on his urge to erase me out of existence. "Him and I have spoken and we have come to an agreement on him telling you guys my opus, and heh, I will, of course, be the main focus, so ladies~~ You'll be seeing me soon~" I spoke to the ladies gazing up at me, while I continued to ignore the men in the crowd. Glancing to the side, my eyes fell on the men, who flinched at the ominous foreboding feeling that abruptly chruned their stomach, "You better keep your ladies safe...... since they'll be mine soon~~" I said with a smile that made men shudder while charming the women at the same time. My gaze swept over the crowd beneath, "Since the world I am to transmigrate into is overwhelmingly futuristic, there are many things to adventure about, so we have decided on, not dwelling too much on politics and other shit, but instead focus only on women and me~" I stated with an enchanting grin. *In a distinct chatter* "Oi, tell them the truth!!" _Eshwar_'s voice yelled at, from a distance..... "No wait, isn't he right? But a bit of politics should be good....." _Eshqar_'s mumbled whispers trickled my sensitive ears, but I didn't like the words that left his mouth. "Oi, we discussed not to include politics and shit like tha-" But it was already too late..... _Eshwar_'s pen wielding hand flitted across the plot filled sheets, as a subtle exclamation escaped his mouth, and at that, I could instantly tell that he was up to no good! "Oi-" "With a bit of politics!" He yelled from a distance, as a ghastly silence descended upon me and the crowd gazing up at me, while the men grinned mockingly and women tilted their heads to the side in such cuteness that I almost forgot the plight at hand. Afterall, when I narrated my opus, I stated repeatedly that I don't like politics! "You added politics?" I asked with a forced smile. "Mhm" _Eshwar_ nodded his head innocently. ".....politics?" "Yeah" "Ohyoumotherfu-" *with the distinct sounds of crashes, both of them fled from the scene* -- [AN's Promise] "Well, let's experience as many beautiful love stories as possible~" [A lovely bundle of fluffy love stories] -- AN: I don’t know who the artist of the cover is, but if you want me to remove it.... you can ask me to do so (T-T). Credits to the artist. I write with my phone so there could be typos, thank you! (Honest thoughts: Goddamn the art is goooood!! of course, I have edited it to link my novel to it, but DAYAM!!) •••• Golden Tickets [+5] = +1 Chapters Golden Tickets [+10] = +2 Chapters Golden Tickets [+20] = +3 Chapters Golden Tickets [+50] = +4 Chapters Golden Tickets [+100] = +5 Chapters

In a revenge story where an Omega, whose beloved Alpha husband and family were murdered, fakes a marriage with an Alpha from the enemy family to exact revenge, what are the potential pros and cons that might arise?

Synopsis: After dying in battle during ancient times, Bai Xueqing’s soul awakens in the modern world. She’s no longer a general’s daughter but the heiress of a powerful business empire. Betrayal lurks in the shadows, and enemies from the past find new faces in this life. But when she’s attacked in a dark alley, a man steps forward—Mo Chen. His cold, possessive gaze promises protection… and something more. He claims to have known her across lifetimes, and he will stop at nothing to reclaim what was once his. As Bai Xueqing navigates the modern battlefield of business and betrayal, she must decide: will she trust this man who claims her soul, or will she carve a new path, free from destiny’s chains?

Far in the future, in a desolate land where despite the rich and plush grass there seems to be no animals roaming around stood thousand upon thousands of soldiers they all wear similar armors, bearing similar flags, and carrying similar symbol on them. Everyong is tensed and serius while all of them are facing to one direction, towards the silent calm sea. And in the silence, where only the occasional noise of the horses are heard, a powerful sound could be heard. A beating of two pair of wings... Towards the sea a powerful gust of wind pushed the fogs away.. revealing a man.. He's wearing a light leather armor.. a contrast to the shining metalic plates the soldiers on the land wore.. His hair is as dark as the night and his eyes as deep as the night. But all eyes landed on his back as two pairs of beautiful pair of white wings each spanining for five meters each as it flaps and keeps him in the air. Suddenly a man wearing a regal and imposing black armor in the very front of the formation stepped forward and spoke. Despite him speaking in calm manner his voice could be heard all across the land. "You betrayed our country, you scum.. Prepare to die" Then the man with the wings smiled at his words and replied. "And you betrayed humanity.. o mighty ruler.. YOU prepare to die" With his reply the fog behind him splits revealing hundreds of battle ships making contact with the steep cliff. And a thunderous battle cry explodes in the field as thousands of soldiers jumped hundreds of feet in the air towards the oposing armies. And a bloody war ensues. What had led up to this?

After reincarnating eight times unsuccessfully due to a glitch in the netherworld, Jia Hao finally reincarnated in the world of Urban Fantasy, an eroge game that he played before. However, he realized the game was currently in the bad ending mode and he is powerless like a side character without any game system. Skinny dude who blackmails girls? Check! Fat Ugly Uncle who lusts after women? Check! Blonde haired delinquent whose eyes are covered with bangs? Check! As Jia Hao was wrecking his brain to how to change the plot, he found a mysterious pot that can take him into an ancient world, and the items he brought from the modern world transformed into heavenly treasures! " Now, you dare to gaze at my women? My dear wives! Beat him to death!" Jia Hao ordered as he leaned back on the chair like a salted fish.

STRONG LANGUAGE! STRONG VIOLENCE! SOME SEXUAL CONTENT, HERE AND THERE! --- Nova, the God of Destruction and one of the five Supreme Gods, is consumed by boredom. He has witnessed civilizations crumble, galaxies vanish, and entire worlds reduced to dust, yet the thrill he once felt is gone. When he turns his gaze to Earth, curiosity takes hold. He chooses to walk among mortals, drawn by their chaotic yet vibrant lives. As the Infernal Realm begins to bleed into the mortal world, Nova embarks on a journey filled with unexpected adventures. He might even feel the sting of true pain.

Leo, a 21-year-old college dropout and gamer dies in a thunderstorm accident and is Reborn into a world of dragon magic as Ryn, a rare omega rune-bearer bound by a mystical pact to three alpha lovers - Kael, a powerful dragon rider with a yandere streak; Veyr, a rebellious rune mage with a sharp tongue; and Sylas, a brooding prince cursed with a dragon’s soul. Ryn must survive the treacherous world of Tianlong and together with the alphas, they must fight against the demonic forces that threaten the empire. Will their passion consume them, or will it save the day? Dive into this steamy reverse harem romance where dragon magic meets forbidden love. ~~ "An omega without an alpha is like a rune without power," Kael growled, his eyes flashing with possessiveness. "You're mine, Ryn. No one else's." "Ah, but what about me?" Veyr chimed in, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Don't I get a say in this? After all, Ryn's omega charm is not to be wasted on just one alpha." Sylas snorted, his brooding gaze fixed on Ryn. "You're both forgetting one thing - Ryn's luck. An omega with three alphas is either blessed or cursed. Which one will it be, I wonder?" Ryn's cheeks flushed as the three alphas closed in, their rivalrous gazes locked on him. "I don't know," Ryn whispered, "but I'm about to find out." ~~~ This story contains: - Omegaverse (Alpha/Omega dynamics, heat cycles, mating bonds) - Enemies-to-lovers romance - Slow-burn tension - Societal hierarchy conflicts -Magic -Smuts -Isekai

Betrayed. Broken. Executed. Mei Liang’s life ended the night she sought vengeance against the emperor who destroyed her family. But death was not the end. She transmigrated into the body of a forgotten concubine—three years after her own death. With a new identity and a second chance, she swears to outmaneuver her enemies, reclaim her power, and rise as empress. Yet, the emperor who once condemned her now watches her with an unsettling gaze. Does he recognize her? Or is he hiding an even darker secret? This time, she won’t fail. This time, she will have her revenge.

“If you gaze long into an abyss, the abyss also gazes into you.” — Nietzsche A Shameless Author Zevalen had no idea how he ended up trapped inside the Tower. One moment, he was just another face in the crowd. The next, he woke on Floor 0, surrounded by strangers fighting for survival. He doesn’t remember his past, but he knows one thing: this place demands power and the price is a fractured soul. “I won’t just survive. I’ll climb, I’ll conquer, and I’ll reclaim everything lost to this cursed Tower.” But with that's what he thought, only to find out the true motive of the tower after a certain conversation. Now he is in a new place where his new journey begins, How far will Zevalen go and what will he become when he does?

[Female Alpha× Male omega] ................................................. Arthur watched as the gaze of the alpha in front of him not moving the slightest as she then grinned, making him heat up and blush, forcing him to look away from her dangerously beautiful face. And then, she spoke, her eyes obsessively wandering around his lips now, making Arthur feel like he might burn away from just the gaze of those eyes alone. "So, you agreed to marry me?" "Mm." "I want words, love." "Y-yeah." Arthur couldn't help but stutter out of nowhere. "That's more like it. Use that sweet voice of yours more, sweetheart. Understood?" "Y-yeah." He stuttered again. "And it should be louder in bed, got it love?" "Th-Hic!" Arthur suddenly hiccupped and covered his mouth hurriedly, secretly glancing at her but locking eyes accidently, making him feel even more miserable now. God he can't really blush any more than this. He was exhausted just being at her gaze already. Why was she so perfect and hot and sexy and breathtakingly beautiful and intimidating? 'God, this woman...' "You know what, my love? Blushing and looking at me like that...I don't know how I am holding back from just throwing you into a wall and fucking your brains out and making you a complete breathless mess." Her beath was heavy and Arthur knew. She meant it all. She was serious. And he was into it...very much. His eyes must have sparkled with the excitement as she then smirked, leaning close to him. And then she whispered. "You are going to be the death of me Arthur. I swear to god I am going to make you the happiest omega alive." * * * Note: Omegaverse Female Alpha × Male Omega And, yes, that alpha here has a cock. (If you are not a fan of this trope, then please don't move further. I already warned you, so don't complain later. Thank you.) (I don't own the cover art.)

“You said you were worthless. But worthless things aren’t taken by anyone… And I’m taking you.” The boy narrowed his eyes. Renji smiled faintly. “So that means… you have worth now.” Fractured Gaze is a novel about broken souls, fading loyalties, and the quiet violence of choices that can’t be taken back. In the ruins of a forgotten empire, past tragedies hold power. And the rebellion begins — not with war horns, but with fractured people learning how to bleed together. There are no chosen ones here. No heroes. No prophecies. Only those who’ve been hurt... and those who decide what that pain is worth. If you're looking for a fast-paced power fantasy, this might not be your story. But if you’re drawn to action, found family, and the cost of fighting for something that may never love you back — welcome. All chapters are free to read. Got fan art? I’d love to feature it (with credit)! X.com/sixthvow DMs are open! Written by me, occasionally assisted by AI tools for editing, phrasing, and clarity. Cover art generated with DALL·E by OpenAI.

I woke up in a cold, prison cell injured and with no memories, only the echo of a name I couldn't place and a pair of storm-dark eyes, haunting my dreams. He told me that I am his queen. That I belonged to him. King Vesperian, the enigmatic king with a smile like sin and a gaze that unraveled me. He pulled me from the shadows and draped me in silks and jewels, swearing I was safe, cherished… loved. But if I was his, why did it feel like I was being watched, studied, played? In a palace wrapped in beauty and secrets, I walk the line between fantasy and fear, drawn to a husband who feels like both protector and captor. The court whispers, the walls close in, and with every fleeting memory that returns, I’m forced to wonder: is this a second chance at love—or the beginning of a dangerous game I already lost once?

Amidst the eerie silence of an unfamiliar hall, a cacophony of confused voices rose, mingling in a chorus of bewilderment. "Where are we?" "What happened?" "I thought I died!" Each utterance hung in the air, a testament to the collective disbelief gripping the room. As the haze of confusion lifted, disjointed memories surfaced, fragments of lives cut short by tragedy. "I remember... I was stabbed..." ventured one voice, echoed by another's affirmation of a similar fate. "I... I died in a plane crash," muttered a third, only to be met with a stunned agreement from a fellow survivor. Amidst the chaos of bewildered voices, one man stood apart, his expression a mask of contemplation amidst the turmoil. As his companions recounted their brushes with death, his mind churned with questions, each more confounding than the last. "I got shot... I remember it vividly," he murmured to himself, his voice barely audible above the din. "So how am I still here?" The enigma of their shared resurrection gnawed at him, compelling him to seek answers in the depths of his memories. With each revelation of a paired demise—a male and female, bound by the same tragic fate—a flicker of recognition ignited within him. "This... this seems familiar," he mused, the pieces of a puzzle slowly coalescing in his mind. But the picture remained incomplete, obscured by the fog of uncertainty that shrouded their surroundings. As the words "pairs, pairs, pairs" echoed in his mind like a cryptic mantra, a sudden realization struck him with the force of a revelation. "It can't be... don't tell me..." he whispered, his voice trembling with disbelief. With a sense of urgency, he began to scan his surroundings, searching for any sign or clue that could confirm his suspicions. Then, as if guided by an unseen force, his gaze shifted upwards, and there, bathed in an ethereal light, stood an angelic figure with golden apparel, its gaze fixed upon him with a warm smile. The sight took his breath away, filling him with a mixture of awe and trepidation. The man's heart raced as faced a real angel, his mind struggling to comprehend the surreal encounter unfolding before him. The angel's words, spoken with an air of amusement, only deepened the enigma shrouding their meeting. "I never expected anyone to notice me," the angel remarked, a hint of playfulness in its voice. "I was concealing my presence to let everyone fully calm down, but to think someone noticed me. Just who are you?" Ethan's disbelief and confusion intensified at the angel's question. "Eh... Ethan Rivers," he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper. As Aurelia, the angel, finally revealed himself to the bewildered assembly, a hush fell over the room, each soul drawn in by his radiant presence and commanding aura. Ethan's gaze lingered on Aurelia. "Greetings, lost souls," Aurelia declared, his voice resonating with a majestic power that seemed to fill the very air around them. "I am Aurelia, and I shall be your guide to your new life." As Aurelia extended his arms in a gesture of welcome, Ethan felt a surge of rage and hesitation, "This it bad, really bad."

Destruction was everywhere. Buildings lay crumbled around him, and corpses littered the cracked, broken roads. The sky burned red as the sun dipped below the horizon, the air thick with the stench of burning flesh and floating ash. Amid the dozens of bodies strewn across the street, one young man lay bleeding, motionless. Three rusted spears were embedded deep in his chest and abdomen. Anyone who saw him would know — he didn’t have long left. ‘Ah… it hurts. It hurts so bad…’ ‘Anyone… help… I— I don’t want to die…’ ‘I’ll do anything… please…’ The pain was too much, he wanted to scream, but he could not. He wanted to reached out, but he couldn't. He'll do anything to live once more — a second chance. [Ding! Your wishes have been heard!] [A distant force is calling to your soul…] [Will you accept?] ▸ [Yes]    ▢ [No] Additional Tags: Skill, System, Gods, Goddesses, Academy, Revenge, no simp, Misunderstanding, Skill Maker, Anime, Creative-Mc, villains, monster, dungeon, portals, elf, memes, cat girl, funny, milfs (hopefully by this people can find this more lol)

After a life consumed by loneliness and depression, Arthur is reborn in a world where magic feeds the land and nobles overlook the weak. Reincarnated as the forgotten son of a crumbling barony, he finds new purpose in farming and quiet faith. But behind his calm gaze, something darker grows. If needed, he will make fields bloom… and silence his enemies.

Seven years ago, he loved her like the world was ending— then disappeared without goodbye Now he’s back, standing in front of Maya with the same eyes that once tore her apart No apology No explanation Just that familiar gaze And a pain she thought she had buried But some wounds don’t fade They wait They remember And they break you all over again

"His Eyes" Genre: Dark Fantasy | Thriller | Mystery | Hints of Romance|Psychology Author: Ninel nastasya Anna In a modern Korean city where nightfall drapes the streets in mist—hiding memories and truths—a shadowy figure reemerges: Asher. With eyes as red as a serpent’s, his gaze reveals that he is not entirely human. He has returned for one singular purpose—to seek out Luna. However, his path is obstructed by the lingering shadow of the past—Rein, who was once cherished by Luna... or so it was believed. One fateful night, as Luna stands by her window absorbing the cool night air, she catches sight of a figure below. In that fleeting moment, she believes she sees none other than Rein. But the truth is more complicated. A piercing question escapes her lips, “Are you not Rein?” For a split second, everything is suspended in time. Asher’s eyes, filled with an inner turmoil, betray his longing for Luna even as they remain shackled by remnants of a painful past. At his side, Rein’s cold, calculated presence serves as a constant reminder of what once was—and what might never be again. "His eyes sought her, but the past held him captive." In this tale, one man’s eyes are a quest for freedom, another’s a burning desire for revenge, and yet another conceals a secret that blurs the line between love and betrayal. Luna, caught in the midst of this emotional tempest, finds herself at the heart of a struggle where truth and deception are interwoven through every glance.

[BL— Warning: Adult content 18+. Extreme Smut every 20 - 30 chapters] "You," Augustine began, his voice firm and direct. "I'm making you an offer: we get married, immediately. This isn't a request, it's a demand." Augustine's uttered with a piercing gaze. Charles scoffed. “What type of bullshit is that?” He fired back. *** Augustine Wales is a cold CEO who is known as the most successful and influential business man in Country H. His name alone commanded respect, his steely gaze and cold demeanor strike fear into even the most hardened of hearts. He was a man of few words, each syllable weighted with the power of his position. On the eve of Augustine Wales 29th birthday, he received an unexpected call from his family, their demands clear and uncompromising: find a spouse, or forfeit your stake in the family's vast wealth and influence. In that very moment after receiving the phone call, the gaze of Augustine fell upon a young man named Charles Donald and without thinking twice, Augustine immediately made a proposal to Charles, but was met with a swift rejection. Augustine's proposal was rooted in desperation but little did he know that fate was drawing him toward a future he never could have predicted. "What will happen when Augustine Wales, the powerful CEO, finds himself unexpectedly falling for Charles Donald, a humble cleaner in his office?" "When Charles' deadly secrets rise to the surface, will their fragile bond shatter, or will their love prove strong enough to weather the storm?"

In his first life, he died nameless and forgotten—powerless in a world ruled by strength. No legacy. No farewell. Just quiet failure. But fate was not finished with him. Now reborn into the prestigious Windblade Duchy, he awakens in the body of a newborn noble child—Lux Windblade, son of the fearsome Duke Atheron . His new life begins with silence, swaddled in silk and surrounded by swords, expectations, and unfamiliar love. But as his family celebrates the birth of their youngest, they remain unaware of the presence watching silently from beyond—a being neither light nor shadow, whose gaze never leaves the child with glowing purple eyes. Lux’s second life has begun. And he is not the only one awaiting what he will become.

She was merely a means to his end. All he wanted was her family’s restaurant—never her heart. But as she smiled at him, unaware… she couldn’t have known the man standing before her might be the one to turn her whole life upside down. In a small grilled pork restaurant at the heart of the city, Ning An lives a quiet life, simple days filled with food, family, and routine comfort. Until one night, a quiet stranger walks in. Polite, composed, and unreadable. He becomes a regular. Then something more. But behind his calm gaze is a reason he can’t confess. And in the shadows of his past… someone still lingers. One woman is beginning to open her heart. The other has never let his go. And between the truth and the lie, who will be the first to walk away?

those eyes captured me... that gaze passed right through my heart. i am supposed to kill him .. yet i am falling in love