Fifthy Shades

This red dragon came from the vast wilderness, coveting all the powers of the world. He has held countless titles: Mountain Fury, Purgatorial Calamity, Red Emperor, Ember Dragon… The world trembles under the shadow of the great dragon. He ignited the surge of the magical industrial revolution. In the empire he established, wyverns roar, cannon fire resounds, steel behemoths appear in the sky and on the earth, and disasters from other worlds run rampant. “Submit, or die.” Cassius spread his sky-shading wings, looking down upon the trembling humans, elves, and dwarves beneath him, and spoke thus. ……… A story of a red dragon with a built-in player template conquering, ruling, and transforming another world. (Pseudo D&D, Fourth Catastrophe, Red Dragon)

I scoffed. “It doesn’t matter anymore.” Cade squeezed his face into displeasure as he stepped closer to me, “What doesn’t matter anymore?” His blue eyes turned a shade darker than they should. “You are our mate, Isn’t that what you wanted all along?” Kael spoke and I snapped my gaze at him. It was too late! Nothing could ever make me want them. I loathed them so much that it hurt. Perhaps that’s what happens to a broken soul who was given a second chance. “Iris…” Zane called. He was the calmest of the three, his eyes were soft, trying to reach out to me and I stepped back avoiding him like a plague. They were monsters. All three of them. I find it hard to breathe but this was my decision to make. Gone was the fragile old me. “I, Iris Orlene…” I stared at the triplets dead in the eyes, inhaling sharply. Not a single drop of emotion was left in me. “Reject you all three Alphas; Cade, Kael, and Zane Verek to be my mate.” *** Iris Oren, once the cherished daughter of Alpha Oren Roland and Luna Selene of the Blackbane Pack, I faced a dire accusation of treason for allegedly poisoning the former beta who’s now the current alpha, Alpha Darius Verek, the current ruthless leader who betrayed and murdered my parents when I was just a kid, accused me of their murder and took over the alpha throne. Now, I am a despised maid in my own pack. I am publicly condemned in the council room, surrounded by hostile pack members, including Alpha Darius, his sons who are triplets, Cade, Kael, and Zane, my childhood sweet hearts, and my former best friend Liora. Despite my weak protests of innocence, no one believed me, and Darius sentenced me to death by being buried alive but the council pleaded as he shifted the punishment to 200 strokes of whips with sulfur powder but unknown to me, it was changed to a silver powder, very dangerous to werewolves. During this brutal public punishment, I couldn’t make it, I died. Waking up again, I realised I'd been brought back to my past life, on my 18th birthday, days before my death. In my past life, I am a weak and wolfless omega who can’t even defend herself and has loved the triplets so dearly that I could do anything for them without considering my dignity. Now I am reborn, I am determined to change my fate.

Shattered Chains of the Fallen Emperor History sings of the savior’s flame, Legends whisper the tyrant’s name. But what of he who walks both threads— A crown of light, a soul that bled? In realms where gods bestow their grace, Where silence hides what truth can’t face, A golden heir begins his climb, Too praised, too pure, too bound by time. They call him Valen Veridian, bright— A warrior bathed in sacred light. Carved by blood, refined by pain, He walks the path with ghostly chains. To the world, he is hope's own song, But something deeper feels… all wrong. And far beyond the empire’s gleam, Where ashes choke the fading dream, Another rises from the night, With eyes that burn, not plead for light. Marcus Alderwood, cursed by name, No thirst for glory, no need for fame. He seeks no throne, no holy fight— Just one man standing in his sight. As fate begins its crueler art, Oaths will break and truths will start. The light may blind more than the shade, And gods may watch the roles they played. A reckoning comes not from the blade, But from the silence vows have made. Two heirs. One lie. A fate unkind— A hero… a villain… or both intertwined? But still, both sons of fallen skies Were born to break and meet demise. --- Shattered Chains of the fallen Emperor

“The boogeyman of Outer Gods, protector of Earth, humanity’s last stand—Miratheris’s son has returned.” I was drowning in sloth. The color of life had drained from my eyes, leaving only shades of grey. Doing anything felt like punishment. Looking for a job? A laughable idea. I did everything I could to stay disconnected from reality. Gambling. Drinking. Even suicidal stunts. Anything to escape the numbness that clawed at my mind for even a second. But everything comes at a cost. I abandoned my family. Broke the heart of the only woman who ever loved me. And wasted every damn day like it didn’t matter. I became the kind of man society throws out with the trash. But life didn’t spare me. Not even when I hit rock bottom. Deceived, shackled, and sold into another world— I spent the rest of my days as a slave. Forced to fight monsters ripped straight out of myth. At the very end, all I could do… was wish. Just one more chance. One shot to make things right. … Born a prodigy, Ashen Hart moved through life like a golden boy. What others worked for, he mastered with ease. At first, it felt like a blessing. The validation, pride, and accomplishment felt sweet. But even honey spoils when you’re drowning in it. The more success he tasted, the more hollow it all became. And when a mysterious power awakened within him, letting him see moments into the future— The world lost all color. And then all meaning… Nothing could surprise him. Nothing could move him. He spiraled. Ashen threw it all away—ambition, love, purpose— and embraced the slow death of apathy. But fate wasn’t done with him. Kidnapped by a shadowy organization and forced into a hidden war, he learned the brutal truth: he wasn’t special. He was fodder. Cannon meat to delay the inevitable. But somewhere, buried beneath sloth and cynicism, the genius stirred. The apathy rotted away. And Ashen Hart, the failure, became Ashen Hart, the wretched. The unkillable. From a discarded pawn to the final hope of mankind. And when it was over—when even the gods had fallen— he was left alone. At his dying breath, the Earth’s spirit, Miratheris, answered his plea. She rewound time, giving him one last shot. But not without a price. She kept his memories intact… and delayed their return just enough so his younger self could bear the weight. Ashen’s second life begins now— and the monsters, both within and beyond, are about to learn what regret truly feels like.

A world that was broken and battered due to a war to unify them all, the War of the Imperium. They sought control and thought the reward would be great, unbeknownst to them — they suffered and paid the dear price. The Hero, the champion of the Creator, sought out to unify Aetheria. Only to wither it and break it to the point of no return — and for the Hero? Alongside the rest of them, they had ceased to exist. Two souls only remained, defeating the last creature sent by the Void. And as they accepted such aftermath, living in the solace of deaths embrace. The 8 Virtues and Sins had arrived, forming into a divine being Return and move to a different timeline. They shall right the wrongs and do anything to gain their beloved peace. ⊱⋘ ──────────── ∗ ⋅◈⋅ ∗ ──────────── ⋙⊰ A shade of what was fought, an idea with a brighter thought. And a lady with elegance and dreams, pairing as someone's eternal queen. Though two should be enough, a Goddess should give her warmth and love. Following in the moral code of the world, he destroyed the world just for his girl. Yet the creator above all is forever in the wrong, the world has ceased and made Death be strong. ⊱⋘ ──────────── ∗ ⋅◈⋅ ∗ ──────────── ⋙⊰ https://discord.gg/EST2jmkV7K

Jo-Pil, ahem, I mean, I was just a simple sales manager who was more than satisfied with my way of living, thank you very much. But my simple way of living came crashing down like the heavy materials I was counting on my night shift, crushed me and my simple life, and then landed me in a novel I had read back when I was still a Freshman at university. And to make it all worse, it just happened to be the kind of novel that readers would wish to get into and crack the skull of the various sadistic love interests as well as the stubborn main character who just didn't know when to sit still. Ugh. But what was even worse than that was the fact that I, Jo-Pil, had become the freaking main character. Yeah, you got that right. I was the poor, hopeless Omega whose role in the novel was to be a weak, helpless, yet stubborn guy who was sold for his huge debt, bought by four powerful Alphas in order to become a breeding machine. They might as well make me their baby mama while they were at it, don't you think? But there was no way I was going to live up to that role. Seriously, why resist being showered with the luxury of life and getting hurt when I could just give them a little neck massage, say a few sweet words to compliment them, and then lie on my back with sun shades on and juice in hand, relaxing for the rest of my life? Maybe it's not as easy as it sounds but I could make it work. I was sure I could. With four powerful Alphas ruling the country at my mercy, I could do anything. But... Were they really at my mercy, though? I mean, I was the one whose huge debt got paid off, right? Welp, maybe I was getting a little over my head. What to do?

#MATURECONTENT #SMUT #REDFLAG Read the first 10 chapters. I dare you not to fall in love. --- Everyone in Penny Willard’s life had one thing to say: “You're not good enough.” Her ex? "Fat repels people worse you're ugly, why did you think I would want you?" Her sister? "Look at me, Penny. Of course Chris chose me. I'm everything you're not." Her own mother? "I wish you'd never been born." Her stepfather? "You're a mistake. A stain on this family." The help whispered behind closed doors... "She’s just a product of rape who ruined her mother’s life." But then he came along. The madman. The monster. The one everyone feared. And he called her Penguin. His Penguin. His life. His reason. His obsession. --- On the day Penny thought she’d finally found love, she discovered her fiancé, Chris Adkins, was already married… to her baby sister, Ariana. Before she could process the betrayal, another bomb dropped. She was already married. To a man she'd never met. A man hidden from the world. A man so dangerous, they erased his existence from every record. Osvaldo Adkins. The caged beast in the penthouse. Unstable. Brilliant. Lethal. And absolutely, madly obsessed with his wife. What started as betrayal turned into a war. And Penny? She’s done crying. She’s not just the chubby, awkward girl everyone bullied. She’s the anonymous genius behind world-shaking breakthroughs. A prodigy scientist. A doctor. The woman everyone secretly relies on. And now? She’s out for revenge. She’ll make Ariana choke on her lies. She’ll make Chris wish he’d never been born. And she’ll set the world on fire, with a madman worshipping the ground she walks on. --- Who said the fat girl can’t be the fantasy? Who said the duff can’t own the story? Watch her rise, fall in love, and burn every bridge that ever held her back. --- Follow @Sspears for updates, chaos, and bonus content. Because this isn’t your average love story. It’s hot. It’s messy. And it’s going to ruin you. Just when you think you have everything figured out, more twist will unfold that would wreck you. Our ML is all shades of red flags, possessive, doesn't mind killing the ones who hurt his Penguin. He's done it countless times and adores his little Penguin with his life. This novel is filled with smutty smut smut smutty scenes. Brace yourself, and get ready for an adventurous ride.

Nathaniel, the Alien: Nathaniel was no ordinary resident here on earth. He is an alien with the ability to teleport, hear ringing sounds and stop time for a minute. He had not chosen earth as his home, but he was drawn to the chaotic world of earth with these mixed human emotions. The truth is Nathaniel had a unique power - he could feel the emotions of those around him. This often left him overwhelmed in the crowded city. One evening, as Nathaniel returned to his condo, he felt a surge of sadness and frustration coming from the building. It was intense and he knew it was coming from a new resident. Deciding to investigate, he went outside and found the source of the noise—a door next to him. A new neighbor. Sabrina, the Cursed Star: Sabrina was a woman of many talents. In her twenties, she is a vibrant writer, fashionista, model, dancer, and singer. She was a very loud person outside and had a hard time expressing her true feelings. She has her deepest secret, that is, as the evening progressed, she aged into her fifty—a curse placed upon her by someone who had felt slighted by her success and confidence. This curse had turned her life into a cycle of highs and lows, where she lived two different lives every single day.  The Encounter: On her first night in her new condo, Sabrina tried to ease her sorrow by singing. Her voice which is filled with sadness echoed through her entire living room. She sang song after song, hoping to find some comfort in the music. Meanwhile, at the night, Nathaniel who is sensitive to the noises and feelings of extreme emotions was not able to sleep. As he tried not to listen, but because of his power he was able to hear Sabrina even though the condo was separated by a good wall. At of irritation, Nathaniel decided to intervene. He teleported to her door and knocked it. Sabrina, startled of the knocked, opened the door to find a handsome young man with an otherworldly aura. "You know, I cannot sleep. Your voice is quite loud." his voice was cold. Nathaniel saw a lady wearing a long sleeve and has gloves in her hands, with shades on, facial mask on her face, holding a comb as her microphone, hair is messy despite having a cap covering her head. Her face was totally covered. Nonetheless, she is like a messed-up girl. Sabrina looked at him, surprised. Her day had been quite tough, and her only stress reliever was to sing tonight. "Oh, am I not allowed to just relieve? My mom told me dumb, my management told me I suck in dancing." she replied, her eyes are red from crying. "Even just for this singing, I even suck. Oh, but thank you, I am having a tough day." As they continue to collide in unexpected ways, a strange connection begins to form.

Three years ago, Hazel Vance made a choice that changed everything. One night of passion with a mysterious stranger at a masquerade ball left her with more than just memories—it left her with a son whose rare violet-blue eyes are a constant reminder of the father she'll never find. Now a struggling single mother, Hazel desperately needs the executive assistant position at Sterling Group. The salary could finally give her two-year-old Leo the life he deserves. But her new boss, CEO Liam Sterling, is nothing like she expected. Demanding, brilliant, and devastatingly handsome, Liam has a reputation for being impossible to work for. Most assistants don't last a week. When Hazel refuses to be intimidated by his cold demeanor and sharp tongue, something shifts between them. The attraction is immediate and electric, crackling through every professional interaction. But it's his eyes that stop her cold. The same striking violet-blue shade that stares back at her every morning when she looks at her son. As the tension between them builds and the lines between professional and personal begin to blur, Hazel finds herself caught between her desperate need for this job and her growing attraction to the one man who could destroy everything she's worked for. She doesn't know that Liam has been searching for the mysterious woman from the masquerade ball ever since that night changed him forever. And he has no idea that the composed, fiery assistant who challenges him at every turn is the same woman who haunts his dreams. When the truth finally comes to light, will it bring them together or tear apart the fragile new life Hazel has built for herself and her son?

--- Title: Baroyama: Heir of Shades Summary > "In a world ruled by clans and consumed by light and shadow… one child was never meant to survive." After the mysterious fall of the Shinzohei Clan, whispers spread of a silent, invisible enemy—the Shadows. They strike without form, without sound, and without mercy. Entire villages crumble. People vanish. Fear spreads like wildfire across the land. In the midst of this chaos, a young boy named Baroyama sits alone in the ashes of his broken home. The shadows ignore him, though he cries, screams, begs for mercy. Why? No one knows. Perhaps fate has chosen him. Saved at the last second by a stranger girl, Baroyama begins a journey not of revenge… …but of awakening. As he uncovers secrets buried in the dark, Baroyama must face the truth about his bloodline, his past, and the terrifying legacy of the Dark Clan. > He is the last survivor. He is the shadow’s heir. And his story is just beginning.

Khael Corzedar always felt different—but waking up in another world as a side character in his favorite manga turn to anime wasn’t what he expected. Once known as Shigeo Smith, a half-Japanese, half-American high school student and passionate anime fan, he’s now reborn as a minor background character in the world of Kaen Eclipse, the manga he loved growing up. He remembers every chapter, every fight, every tragic twist. The world of Elysera runs on Shinrei—spiritual energy powered by emotion. It is a realm where only those who open their Vein Gates can become Veinwalkers, warriors whose hearts fuel their power. The story’s hero, Kaen Suro, is a cursed orphan with uncontrollable Flame-and-Shade Affinity. In the manga, Kaen trains at a brutal Veinwalker academy, builds powerful friendships, and eventually rises to fight the monstrous Voidborn—emotion-corrupted beings of destruction. Shigeo—now Khael—knows how the story ends. But in this world, he’s just an extra. One of many. A background name. A side character fated to die off-screen. Or so the story was. Armed with the knowledge of the original plot and the unpredictable nature of emotions, Khael Corzedar decides to forge his own path—to live, protect, and maybe even change the fate of Kaen Suro himself. Can an extra rewrite the story of a chosen one? Or will he vanish like a shadow in the background, as fate demands?

On a fractured super-planet teetering toward cosmic annihilation, one man must unite warring factions against an enemy feeding on their discord. Vaeron Velarian inherited a dying world. Origin, a civilization divided between logic-driven Intellectuals and warrior Power lineages, bleeds conflict – and something far darker feasts on it. Haunted by his father’s disappearance and a cryptic warning about the "Tremor’s Echo," Vaeron possesses the rare gift to bridge divides, marked by his enigmatic violet eyes. But his dream of unity faces enemies on all fronts: Political rivals like the manipulative Kaelen Torvin and the brutal Colonel Vex, who profit from division. The Entropic Shade – a sentient cosmic horror twisting reality, amplifying strife to devour existence itself. Malakai, the Shade’s herald, who wields entropy as a weapon to unmake all order. To survive, Vaeron forges the Harmonious Citadel – a coalition of outcasts and visionaries. With a genius tactician, a ghost-like infiltrator, and a shadow diplomat, he races to build Aegis, a planetary shield powered by unity. Yet every act of alliance draws the Shade’s hunger. Can a Sovereign born of synthesis defend reality before his fractured world becomes the enemy’s final meal? Perfect for fans of: Strategic underdog protagonists, cosmic horror stakes, and political intrigue wrapped in sci-fi grandeur.

In a world torn apart by a reason known to anyone who existed since the beginning of time, the two sides swirl amidst occurrences and survival. Somewhere lying amidst these two—somewhere deep-lying—is the bridge connecting these two repulsive races. A bridge may be what they are seen to be. But they are constantly placed in between not allowed to mix into any side. There's no black or white, just shades of grey. They are not a bridge. They do not belong to any part. They do not belong to each other. They are... Nexus.

What happens when the God of Death chooses a former Criminal as his Champion in a world on the verge of extinction? Transmigrated in a Grimdark World, he uses the forbidden power of Necromancy to lead legions of Undead in an unrelenting attempt to bring his banished god back to power. However, in a world where light and darkness are nothing but different shades of endless ambition and desperate survival, his rise is going to clash brutally with followers of the traditional Gods as well as forbidden Demonic Prince, leading to uneasy temporary alliances and cruel betrayals. Can an Undead, who once despised the living become their unlikely protector? This is a Saga full of brutal war, strategy, hidden secrets, and unexpected moments of love and friendship amidst the darkness, where the rise of the forsaken may be the only ray of hope against the impending doom.

Hints of there being other dimensions have been rumored for hundreds of years. But is it true? The government has been known to keep secrets. Too many in fact. Yet the world has continued to spin, up until the year 2050. Many reports have been made of people in hospitals disappearing. Graveyard visitors. Funeral homes, prisons, battlefields. The only connection these places have is they have intense emotional resonance. Coincidence? Ironbark, an evolved prison known for holding over a million prisoners. Earth has came up with several issues but one strikes the most. Overpopulation. Thousands of death-row inmates have been sentenced to death in three weeks, but the government had other plans. Sullen, a death-row inmate sentenced to death in three weeks. His hope was lost until an interview had suspended his death. Introducing a new program, Program Shade, where all of his crimes would be pardoned if he signed the contract. With no other information given, he had no other option. Signing himself into mystery, he soon would be another person who “disappeared” Tossed in deadly magical trials filled with unseen creatures, will Sullen survive and take his ticket to enter the newly founded dimensions? [Welcome applicant! You have entered a Shade-trial!]

in a world where empires are separated by the color they represent, an aspiring knight seeks to cement himself in history, little does he know, his role in history shall be far more than he had originally intended

An unlikely trip of allied "supervillains" pitch in their best efforts to trace after a corrupt superhero, an organization that controls the stability of all the universes and even malign duties that commit sins not even the worst death row inmates would, along their path, they encounter unlikely allies and long awaited foes alike, spiritual entities and ritual catastrophe's await!

Michi gets into another world without any memory of his past life , now he is just following his new life....and a lots of secrets are being revealed and dark shades are started to cover the life of Michi!

In the heart of the modern world, a school stands quietly above a sealed curse Long ago, a legendary sorcerer and his wife sacrificed everything to seal the demon realm, using their very souls as the lock and key to a portal between worlds. With the help of his trusted guardians, the sorcerer stopped a demonic invasion-and vanished into myth. But legends fade. And history forgets. Now, in that very school, a boy named Rei arrives-silent, withdrawn, and unaware that the blood of that ancient sorcerer runs through his veins. As strange visions, monstrous apparitions, and haunting dreams begin to consume his life, Rei discovers his forgotten legacy... and the truth that was buried with it. But what if the return of the bloodline is not a prophecy of hop, But a warning? Because Rei isn’t here to save the world. He might be the one destined to destroy it. "Will he fight the darkness Or become it?"

The Pale Monarch In a vast multiverse, five Monarchs balance the forces of existence, ruled by the divine Benevolent Eyes. But when Raziel, the Monarch of Shades, betrays and kills Alistair, the Monarch of Light, darkness spreads across the universes. Unknown to Raziel, the Monarch of Souls secretly preserved a fragment of Alistair’s soul and placed it in the lifeless body of Cedric, the son of a town chief on Low Earth. Now reborn as Cedric, Alistair exists in a human body, stripped of his full power. He must grow, learn, and struggle as he rediscovers himself—not just as a Monarch, but as a human. But when Raziel discovers his survival, he unleashes Pandemoniums, monstrous demons that devour mana and destroy worlds. The invasion forces Low Humans to flee to the floating Sky City, where they must live under the rule of High Humans, the privileged children of the Monarchs. As Cedric fights to protect the weak, he begins to unlock his lost power, but the High Humans see him as a threat. Betrayed and cast down to the ruined lands below, he must now survive alone against terrifying creatures—while discovering the truth behind Raziel’s betrayal and his own purpose as the last hope against the darkness. A journey of power, destiny, and humanity begins.

Shades are demonic creatures that feast on human flesh and drink human blood. Humanity fights back with supernatural abilities known as Esters which gives them a chance against the Shades.

"You fucking kidding me?!" what was wrong with him? He looked mad than usual. His hair was falling on the left side of his face as he fumed in anger. I felt alarmed and started moving back till I hit the headboard. "Lying to everyone so you seem cool?!" His eyes were a different shade of green I'd never seen before. "Yo bro. This is not what you want. chill." I turned my head to the voice and found Saint standing there holding the door knob. Part of me was glad he was there. But really, would he help if I needed it? He hadn't been any different from his friend. _ _ _ _ "what do you want then?" I felt defeated. I looked over to Saint he had completely tune out f the conversation. Gathering everything I could summon I turned back to Damien. He should get on with it then. "You. You, to fucking listen to me! " "You, to not disobey me!" With every sentence he finished, he took a step closer. "You, to keep sleazy hands off you. Especially stupid Nate! " You, to know your place act as it!" With Asia thinking she's at the brim and max of all mischief and risqué in her world, what happens when a certain someone comes along showing her he's more mischievous, risqué, and nefarious? Slowly invading her with his narcissistic and unhinged ways. In this new place, she meets new people who are more than what they lead on. And there comes the constant itching edge to rip the surfaces off and see what's really underneath. And trust me, underneath is never pretty.

"The more you run, the more desperate I am to have you, my rose." The blade sank in with ease. Blood splattered across the floor, warm on his skin, yet his deep laughter filled the room .His fingers were covered in bloodstains, adrenaline coursing through his veins as he brought the rose to his nose, closing his eye as he deeply inhaled, as if trying to draw every essence of her "Vanilla&Roses". "Oh, my sweetheart", he whispered, voice coated in something sinful."My love, My Madness'' His lashes fluttered as he drew in another breath. "You haunt me, Ella. In my veins. In my sleep. And every time I try to forget you, I end up crawling back to you. My only salvation,My only addiction, only mine." A year ago~ Blood soaked through his shirt. He was losing too much, too fast. And yet, all he could see was her trembling hands on his chest, pressing hard, her breath ragged as she held him upright. She pinned him against the wall to stop the bleeding.He could barely stand. His mask was on, but his eyes met her deep, wild, wanting. “Why are you helping me?” he rasped. She didn't answer with words; she just looked at him, as if he weren't a monster, and that was just the start of his unraveling. Since then, Sylus has returned to her, watching her. Craving her. Getting entangled in each other's worlds. She doesn't remember that night or maybe she does? She became the only thing he wanted. The only thing he couldn’t have. Now she stands beside Asher, the man who thinks he can protect her. The man who touches what doesn’t belong to him. But " Sylus has seen every shade of Ella . The soft.The defiant.The ambitious, and each version pulled him deeper and deeper into his obsession for her" "My Ella. Eres mia," you belong to me." I let you loose just for a while and now the hunt begins, sweetheart, there is no running from me." The story has just begun. An obsessive love triangle, tangled in secrets and desire. Where will it end? Who will claim her heart… or her soul? What is Asher hiding beneath his perfect smile? And what storm swept everything away, rewriting fates? The past is bleeding into the present. And this time, running isn’t enough.But the past never stays buried. Not when love turns to obsession. Not when two men are willing to burn the world for her.

The room was thick with the smell of wine. January 2025, Aezren leaned against the couch with wine in his hand, His eyes red like the sun during an eclipse, while his hair a chaotic Blonde framed his face with eerie elegance, hoping not to be disturbed by the screams of people. He was the Grim Reaper and the cause of people’s misfortunes, so it was only natural that he was embraced by screams day and night. Without a moment’s notice, he heard another person cursing him. “Not this again…” he groaned as he got up. He sipped his wine as he watched the drunk woman cursing him from the reflection on his wine. Lavinia stood on the parapet wall with high heels, ready to fall at any moment. Her red lipstick messed up, her skin a shade of bright olive, her hair had faded black hair dye, her eyes a shade of deep green, reminiscent of the forest. Her movements came out unstable as she screamed out, “Seems like all doom is attracted to me!” she laughed, tears rolled down her face. “I’m really not,” Aezren scoffed as he rolled his eyes. His eyes blew into saucers at a closer look at her face. “That face, it’s her!” he exclaimed. “I can’t let her die,” he pleaded with desperation as his “heart” raced. Aezren put his glass of wine back on the table with telekinesis as he stood up and teleported to Lavinia. However, it was already too late and she jumped off. Aezren jumped off of the terrace and held her in his arms as he floated in the air. He quickly took her back to the terrace before anybody could notice. Lavinia shut her eyes tight, hoping for the worst to happen—her death. She opened her eyes soon after she realized that she was on solid ground. “What is it,” she smiled, “Am I in heaven or hell?” she walked as she wondered. She was in her own world. “You’re in none,” Aezren told her, about to crash out at her obliviousness. But of course, she was half rat — drunk as hell. He let out a deep sigh. She didn’t listen. He recited some sort of spell, his index and middle finger pointed at her. Since alcohol has similar affects to being dead, it was easy enough for him to get her to be sober. She blinked in surprise. “Wh…Who are you?” she stammered, taking steps back defensively. “Be my muse.” He asked her. He has been searching for a her for over 4 centuries now. Having been living for so long, he has started making paintings to pass time. He has her face like a fuzzy faded painting in his head, and he has always struggled to capture her in his paintings. Finding her was a dream come true for him. She couldn’t die. Not before he painted her. Lavinia’s breath hitched. She was hit with nausea and dizziness. “Please.. please leave me alone!” She begged, her voice came out louder than she wanted it to. Aezren stared at her, his expression unreadable. “I didn’t save you because I care about your life,” he said, voice low. “I saved you because you have a face that doesn’t belong to this era.” Lavinia’s breath hitched again, her head spinning, “What the hell does that even mean…?” “I’ve seen you before. In dreams, in sketches, in brush strokes I never finished.” He sighed, “Centuries of searching. And suddenly, you’re on a rooftop, yelling about doom like some half-broken opera.” “You’re insane,” she whispered, backing away. He didn’t argue. “Probably,” he said with a shrug. “But I don’t care what you believe. You’re here. And I need to paint you before you disappear again.” Lavinia blinked, confusion and fear wrestling inside her. But something about him—his tone, his posture, the weird mix of detachment and obsession—made her pause. Her stomach flipped. The room still spun, but she wasn’t sure if it was just the wine anymore. “Okay,” she said slowly, swallowing hard. TW: Might include topics or references to Self harm. Reader discretion is recommended.

Nacido en la ciudad cibernética de Neon Reach, Shade era un joven oficinista más, atrapado en la rutina de un mundo sin alma. Un salto desde un rascacielos parecía su única salida… hasta que despertó en el cuerpo de un cadáver, en un mundo desconocido y podrido por la corrupción. Perdido en una tierra hostil, Shade descubre el último bastión de la humanidad y una verdad inquietante: ahora forma parte de los Niños Benditos, individuos marcados por poderes extraordinarios y un destino impuesto. Enfrentar a las calamidades que azotan este mundo moribundo. Con su nueva “vida” colgando de un hilo y una habilidad que desafía a la muerte, Shade se embarcará en un viaje tan hostil como revelador, e indeciso sobre su destino impuesto. A acabar con los verdaderos causantes del fin… aunque tenga que morir una y otra vez para lograrlo.

Princess Tiana is a ravishing beauty beyond words. Every young man covets her hand in marriage, but she can't marry just anyone; her suitor must be a prince and the heir to the throne. However, Princess Tiana harbors a secret: her dependence on sex is an all-consuming force, one she can't shake off for more than 12 hours, often finding herself in need of sex every six hours. The conundrum is, she must preserve her virtue to wed, a feat that seems improbable given her circumstances. With her tresses a radiant shade of purple-pink, she's the most stunning princess in the land. Yet, her father, the king, has other plans - he wishes her to marry Prince Dan. But will she be able to conceal her secret and meet the marital requirement of virginity, or will her true nature be exposed? Meanwhile, Prince Ryan, known as the cursed prince, might reject her altogether. Will she find love and acceptance, or will her secrets tear her apart?

In a world where memories are precious and laughter is a luxury, Divine Sohwo grows up in the shadows of loss. When his beloved father dies mysteriously, his childhood crumbles, and something terrifying awakens deep within him. But this is not just the story of a boy—it is the untold story of a world built on lies, blood, and forgotten sins. Set in modern-day Nigeria, this cinematic dark-fantasy epic explores two planes of existence: the Surface World—our reality, and the Underground World, an ancient hidden realm where warriors of forgotten orders battle monstrous enemies called Shades—twisted human souls born from the original sin of Eden.

DEAR MIA THEME: HER BABIES DADDY __________________________________ (. . Tales of a homeless girl, she was thrown out of her home because of her best friend who is now her step-mom . .) ___________________________________ (. . My dear Mia, you were hurt because of me I'll hurt those who hurt you . .) ___________________________________ By Kit’s Library Don't copy or report WARNING: This book is extremely steamy, if you're patient enough to get to where it all starts. ~~~~~~~ #Unedited ___________________________________ PROLOGUE _____________ The rain fell like heaven was mourning her story. Mia stood at the edge of the driveway, soaked to the skin, her fingers trembling as she clutched the small duffel bag that held what was left of her world. Her once-best friend—Naomi—stood by the door, her expression smug as she watched Mia's shattered form disappear into the storm. Naomi had done the unthinkable—seduced Mia’s father, married him, and now claimed both her home and her dignity. "You're not welcome here anymore," Naomi had hissed hours earlier, her younger sister Julia giggling in the background like a vulture circling its prey. Mia didn’t argue. She didn’t beg. She just left. But she wasn’t just broken… she was pregnant. One night. One careless, electric night. That’s all it had been. The face of the man who fathered her child remained a blur in her memory, but the impact of their encounter would last forever. She didn’t even know his name. Just his scent. His rough hands. His piercing green eyes. She wandered the streets until her legs gave out and she collapsed on a park bench. The cold bit into her bones. She was seconds away from giving up when a voice called out—a woman's voice. Warm. Rich. Kind. "Are you alright, sweetheart?" Mia looked up and saw a woman dressed in silk and cashmere, stepping out of a Rolls Royce like a guardian angel in heels. Her name was Indigo Vance, and she didn’t hesitate to open her arms—and her home—to the fragile, pregnant stranger before her. Months passed. Mia thrived. And when she gave birth to twins—Florish and Oliver—with stormy green eyes and that same mysterious charm, Indigo only smiled knowingly. Meanwhile, in a sleek glass tower in Manhattan, billionaire Shade Vance ran the most powerful company in New York with an iron fist. Cold. Ruthless. Untouchable. But all of that changed the moment he saw a pregnant woman in the mall one afternoon. Their eyes met. Something shifted. A memory flickered. He didn’t know her. But somehow… she felt like home. When Mia was finally ready to work, Indigo offered her a position at Vance Corp—as Shade’s personal secretary. And that was when everything began again. Secrets. Sparks. Seduction. But it wouldn’t be easy. Because Julia—the bitter, beautiful ex who once broke Shade’s heart—is back. And this time, she’s determined to destroy anything in her way… including Mia. But Mia isn’t alone anymore. She has her children. She has Indigo. And soon, she’ll have her revenge, her love… and her name back. Because this is not just Mia’s story. This is her reckoning. Do you think Julia Mia's step sister would win back her ex boyfriend's heart? What about Mia's children? Ha! Interesting right? You don't wanna miss out so grab you popcorn cos this will be a ride you will never forget. ___________________________________ « TBC » ___________________________________ Like, Comment and share.

Ravien Duskbane, the youngest and most feared admiral in history, believed in only one thing: victory. Praised for his brilliance, feared for his ruthlessness—everything was under his control. Until one night, he woke up in a body that wasn’t his. Now, he was trapped in the body of a forgotten character from a novel he could barely remember. And worst of all? This body could not die. Every wound healed. Every attempt at death ended in failure. Even his one desire—death—was denied to him. But Ravien refused to submit. If he was truly going to die, it wouldn’t be as someone weak or insignificant. First, he would rise. Then, he would conquer. He would bring the world to its knees. And in the end, he would reach the peak—just to find a death worthy of him. --- [General Content Warning – Please Read Before Proceeding] Dear reader, This novel explores many shades of darkness. Throughout the story, you will encounter graphic violence, bodily distortion (body horror), psychological breakdown, unethical experimentation, and scenes that test the limits of human nature. Though purely fictional, the writing may at times feel disturbingly real. It may not be suitable for sensitive readers. But if you're ready to step into the darkness— Welcome. --- (EXTRA TAGS: Dark fantasy, Low science fiction, Body horror, Morally ambiguous characters, R18 content, Absurd fiction, Weird fiction, Cosmic horror, Multiple points of view, Slow worldbuilding, Occasional humor, Dark family theme, Sexual content without romance, No harem, Epic dark journey, Entity-focused narration, Entropic universe theme, Narrator ambiguity, Intuitive storytelling, Experimental structure, Fragmented information delivery, Ritualistic atmosphere, Aesthetic of silence and emptiness, Unreliable narrator, Detailed visual depiction, Dark everyday life, God complex, Corruption arc, Psychological horror, Alienation, Power, Consciousness, Loss of control, Ruthlessness, Despair, Chaos, Search for truth, Identity crisis, Body politics, Divinity, Loyalty and betrayal, Trauma, Cannibalism, Living environments, The extinction of natural innocence.)

Sarah Ellis, daughter of Marston’s new pastor, believes she has her life all figured out: Serve God, teach Sunday school, and become a spiritual leader in a town still marked by tragedy. But on the very first day of class, amid the emotional wreckage left behind by a devastating tornado, someone barges into her sacred world—a new girl, bold, athletic, with fire in her eyes and a fearless heart. While the other students fade into dull shades of gray, the new girl shines. And without even trying, she awakens in Sarah a storm far more intense than any natural disaster. What happens when what you feel contradicts everything you believe in? What if love shows up disguised as a divine test? In this story—charged with tenderness, tension, and moments that are painfully real—an emotional journey begins through faith, longing, and identity. Sarah is about to learn that the most profound changes don’t always come from the heavens…sometimes they walk right past you in the school hallway.