Draping Mannequin

Eclipsed by fate Who remembers the ruin of a god? Who dares to chase what was never meant to be found? Noor—an enigma draped in silk, a storm without thunder, a shadow that bends the world yet leaves no trace of its touch. She is whispered of in corridors where power is traded like currency, yet no man holds her name, no past binds her, no hand dares to reach. She walks unclaimed, unseen, forgotten by design. But some things refuse to be buried. Some ghosts never rest. Sanlang, a man cast in golden light, sculpted into perfection, a deity in the eyes of the world—and yet hollow. Beneath the applause, beneath the worship, something stirs. It begins as whispers in the dark, fragments of a life he does not remember, a truth that gnaws at the edges of his mind. A gavel’s fall. A price too steep. Shackles too fine for a king. And in the abyss of his lost memories, she stands. Watching. Waiting. Who is she? A dream? A curse? Or the key to a something that should have remained untouched? He chases her like a man chasing the sun, believing himself the hunter. He is wrong. She does not run. She does not fear. She does not need to hide, for she knows—should he tread too far, should he step beyond the veil—he will find not salvation, not love, but the remnants of a god unmade. He who was never meant to remember. But now that he does, the only question that remains is this: Will Noor let him live with the truth? Or will she erase him as she did herself?

This captivating novel is also adapted into a comic available on Webnovel. ---------------------------------- Cultivating inner strength with the Nine Yang Energy and training the body to an indestructible state, the Golden Back Nine Rings Saber sweeps across with a forty-yard long silver-blue blade energy. With force sinking into the dan tian, charging left and right, the Descending Dragon Palm bombards everything in sight. There's the Way of the Heart Demon Seed... Self-Forgetfulness... Sunflower True Power... Flying Dagger in the Void... Cassock Subdues Demons... Seven Forms of the Dragon... Palm of Buddha, War God Shattering! All are part of a riveting and blood-pumping journey in the world of martial arts! ... The mighty and robust Village Leader, Jiang Dali, sits quietly on his ornately carved pearwood chair, draped in a tiger skin coat over his bulging, strong muscles. His eyes are cold and tranquil as he surveils the newly recruited players sitting on both sides. Flattering praises from these players are incessant. 'Mighty Village Leader, invincible against swords and spears, an unmatched Iron Palm – please teach me your martial arts expertise!' 'Village Leader, can someone with sensitive skin practice the Iron Shirt technique?' 'Brother, spare the slick talk. The Village Leader is well-known for his ruthless and merciless nature.' A player, who had just resurrected at the City God Temple, makes a grimace, 'Ignorant at first, I didn’t grasp the hidden meaning in his words. The second time I listen, I'm already a soul under the knife. The Village Leader's word is law; asking the same question twice will get you sent on your way. I have no f**ks left to give.' In essence, this is all about a muscleman wielding a big saber, traversing through the thrilling and varied martial world without a female lead. A domineering and decisive tyrant, an Iron-Boss with player characters flowing like water....

[Avertissement : R18+] « Sa plus grande revanche — Le séduire, briser son mariage, voler sa fortune, et enfin... le larguer. » ***** La vie de Sabrina Williams s'effondre après avoir découvert la tromperie de son mari et l'acquisition sournoise de la fortune de sa famille. Présumée morte après un tragique accident, Sabrina réapparaît cinq ans plus tard avec une nouvelle identité et une soif ardente de vengeance. Son retour déclenche un chaos romantique parmi le cercle intime du PDG, une éblouissante gamme de beaux célibataires luttant pour attirer son attention. Sabrina Williams se retrouve au centre d'un tourbillon romantique avec des prétendants inattendus – son meilleur ami protecteur, un puissant Patron de la Mafia, et son ex-mari possessif. La scène est prête pour un tiraillement intense – un choc entre amour et vengeance avec des émotions à vif. Les joueurs sont tous là, et la partie ne fait que commencer ! ***** Lorsque son scandale avec son ex-mari se répand sur internet, les critiques la maudissent en la qualifiant de Maîtresse Effrontée, Briseuse de Ménage Sans Valeur et Salope Diabolique... cependant, plusieurs puissants célibataires se regroupent pour la défendre. PDG de la Première Compagnie de Mode : « Que les haters aillent en enfer ! PS : pour ces mannequins qui ont antagonisé ma Déesse, je retire le parrainage de notre marque à leur égard. » Président de la Plus Grande Compagnie de Divertissement : « Fake news ! Nous allons entamer une action en justice pour diffamation envers ma Déesse ! Les artistes qui l'ont maudite seront bannis de ma compagnie. » Vice-Président de la Plus Grande Compagnie d'Hôtels et de Resorts : « Taisez-vous, Critiques ! Ne mettez jamais les pieds dans l'un de nos hôtels et resorts ! » Patron de la Mafia Dominateur : « Reculez ! Effacez ces commentaires malveillants, ou sinon, ma bande vous traquera. Je tuerai quiconque ose ridiculiser ma Reine ! » Tout le monde : « ... » Puis un commentaire de confession apparaît soudainement au milieu du chaos. Meilleur ami de FL : « Tout le monde peut te haïr mais je serai toujours là pour toi. Sabby... Je t'aime... Je t'aime depuis nos années d'enfance... Mon premier amour... et mon dernier. » Son ex-mari ne peut plus rester silencieux et déclare publiquement. Ex-mari Possessif : « Ce n'est pas ma maîtresse. C'est ma femme légalement. » Ami de FL, Lanny : « Femme légale mon cul ! Espèce de salaud fou, crève ! »

One man, one umbrella, one sword. The Hall of a Thousand Heroes buzzes with speculation. A nameless figure, draped in black, moves unseen yet leaves behind whispers of his presence. His eyes, flashing gold and cyan, mark the moment he strikes. "Have you heard? He carries a crimson umbrella, concealing a blade within its frame." "Dressed like that, he must think himself a mystery." "But he is a mystery. Who is he, really?" Meanwhile, deep within the Realm of Evil, the man in black wipes his blade clean before sliding it back into its hidden sheath. His throne awaits, and as he leans into its shadows, a quiet chuckle escapes his lips.

WHAT HAPPENS WHEN A DEVIL FALLS IN LOVE? *** Alice was told that she was cursed. Perhaps she didn't need to be told. It was as clear as day. The only thing she wanted was MONEY. And she would do anything to get it. Even if it meant pretending to be her twin sister to change her fate. For one year. She didn't mind being a fake and marrying the Wildfire Heir. He would barely be around, she had been told. 'He doesn't seem like much trouble,' she had also been told. 'The third son, on the other hand, is crazy. Stay away from him.' 'As for the second son... avoid him at all costs.' 'Do not cross his path.' But she did. She crossed his path. In fact, she went right into his path herself. And as if that wasn't bad enough, the groom was changed at the last minute. To the Second Son! He was as hot as he was cold. A terrifyingly sexy man who looked like the man she always saw in her dreams. Was this all merely a coincidence? But that wasn't all. She hadn't expected pretending to be her sister to be this tough. First of all, she missed a very important detail: her sister was a Lawyer. She, on the other hand, was only familiar with "You have the right to remain silent..." Secondly, her sister was picky. She was vegetarian. She didn't drink. And... she was bullied? And just maybe... there was more to her sudden disappearance. Her life was about to get much more complicated. Especially with those scary blue eyes watching her every move like a predator on a mission. One year. Was the benefit worth it—worth putting her life on the line to deceive the Wildfires? She might die before the year was over. **** "Women like powerful men, Boss. They like to feel powerless when they are with a man." Hades had initially scoffed, but the idea had wormed its way into his mind. So when he saw her coming from the opposite direction, he decided to test this theory on her. Women liked to feel powerless? As soon as she saw him, her gaze sharpened, wondering why that madman was looking at her with a determined glint in his eyes. Should she run away? But he was already in front of her. "What are you—" He scoops Alice off the ground in one swift motion and drapes her over his shoulder like a sack of flour. All shocked eyes turned to the scene, but no one dared say a word, as they froze mid-air. "HADES!! YOU IMBECILE! PUT ME DOWN THIS INSTANT!" She thrashes wildly, kicking her legs and flailing her arms. Hades, however, remains unfazed, carrying her out of the place with a triumphant smirk. He didn't believe in love theories, but he had a feeling she would be falling in love with him after this. At the other end, three of his underling watched the scene. "I think Lady Boss is enjoying it. She looks… happy." One noted. The other underling tried to stare intently at Alice's upside-down face. "I think so... I've never seen her look so bubbly around the boss." The third underling was watching, slack-jawed. He facepalmed dramatically. This wasn't what he meant when he told them women liked to feel powerless. Meanwhile, Alice... (Still screaming) *** EXCERPT II: "She is not answering your calls and told you to STOP calling her. Boss, I think your little bride might be mad at you." He snorted. "You are so clueless." "What's your insight, Boss?" "If she keeps rejecting my calls, it only means one thing..." They all leaned closer to hear his powerful insight. "She wants my physical presence," he said with a smug look. One of them wanted to say he didn't think so, but he was too scared to say anything. "Should I go. Should I not go?" He contemplated with a bored look on his face. "GRANT HER WISH, BOSS!" The other clueless henchmen echoed passionately. He smirked. "If you say so," and then he stood up. "Get the car." **** Pleasee add to your library. A bit of dark and fluffy romance. 18+ Comedic. Makes you sit in the edge as Alice tries her best to never get caught (quite futile) See you in the comment section!

It all started with a glass of Tequila that Aira thought was orange juice, making her drunk and unknowingly spending a hot night with a handsome young man named Renji Ishikawa. As a result of that night, Aira's life changed drastically, especially when she had to marry Renji Ishikawa, who turned out to be a teenager in his teens. But if she refuses to marry him, Aira is threatened with a lawsuit on charges of sexual harassment against a high school student. ………… How sad it was, how heartbreaking, and feeling like the biggest fool for being in the middle of the wedding of her ex-lover and her best friend. "Your drink, Miss," offered a polite waiter, approaching with a tray full of various colours and flavours. She picked a glass of orange drink with a fresh cherry on the rim. Her moon-like eyes stayed fixed on the groom while she drank the beverage until it was empty. Nothing strange happened to the sweet girl for a minute, but suddenly, dizziness struck, and she stumbled as her body swayed. Her delicate hand searched the wall for support, afraid of falling, feeling like she was experiencing an earthquake, and seeing everything around her shake. Feeling too weak to walk, she chose to squat near a large pot close to the ballroom's entrance. People around her watched silently, unwilling to help; some even gossiped about her. She was distressed and needed help, not performing for an audience, yet many still criticized her. Wild imaginings suddenly crossed her mind, wishing for a handsome prince on a white horse to rescue her, like scenes from her childhood anime favourites. But things like that only happened in fairy tales, where the prince would permanently save the princess from the villain's hands. That was how the stories were written. For her, there would never be a prince in her life story. But who would have thought that God would grant such an extraordinary miracle? Among the hundreds of high-class guests, one person approached and tried to offer help after observing her in silence. A handsome young man in a black suit stood right behind her. "Miss, are you alright?" he asked, concerned. "Who are you?" she asked, her voice still shaky from crying. The man stood frozen for a moment as though startled by the sight of this stranger but then smiled and extended his hand. "Don't cry here. Let me help you up." She shook her head, her cheeks red, not from embarrassment but from the effects of the drink. "My head is spinning, and I can't walk." The young man raised an eyebrow and smiled. "Alright then." He slipped his arms between her legs and under her body, lifting her, and she was heavy, just as he expected. From afar, the girls began to watch with shocked faces, filled with envy, anger, and jealousy, seeing the young man from the Ishikawa family carrying a girl, rumoured to be Aira Hoshino, the ex-girlfriend of Kairo Kenzaki and the best friend of Mika Kurogane, who were the couple getting married tonight. She rested her head on his shoulder comfortably, inhaling the refreshing scent of mint. Only this handsome young man, like a Greek god, came to her aid, asking about her condition, and now, carrying her out of the party without saying a word. "Where is your home?" he asked as he laid Aira, the girl he just met, into the car and fastened her seatbelt. "I don't want to go home," she whimpered. "Why?" he asked as he sat in the driver's seat. "Do you want to comfort me while my heart is broken?" she said, draping her arms around his neck. A grin spread across his handsome face. "How?" he asked, pretending not to know. "Stay with me until morning," Aira teased with a playful smile. In the next moment, Aira's lips were captured in his. Slowly, Aira's eyes closed tightly, leading her into a peaceful dream, soaring high into the sky, feeling as if it were real, not just a dream. …

The Duskthrone Legacy "There are names that should never be spoken... and one who could name what even gods fear." The Duskthrone Dukedom—a name draped in shadows and sealed behind centuries of silence—stands as a throne untouched by time. The Duskthrone family, bound by a lineage older than kingdoms, carries powers whispered to be the remnants of something lost to the gods themselves. They are the Keepers of the Nameless Truths, those who defy the laws of existence with powers capable of rewriting reality itself. Few dare to question the Duskthrone bloodline, for those who do often find their very names erased from memory. Its heir, Asher Duskthrone, emerges from the depths of isolation, his existence a whispered legend among nobles, a secret buried beneath fear and reverence. Few have seen him. Fewer still dare to speak his name. Behind his cold, unreadable gaze lies something the world cannot fathom—a power neither wholly mortal nor bound by divine law. The Eidolon Pantheon, those who carved existence from the void, turn their eyes toward him from behind veils of eternity. There are laws even gods must obey... but there are older truths—nameless, formless—that stir beneath the surface of reality. Whispers speak of Genesis bound to Origin—a power both before creation and beyond it—buried within Asher's very soul. The blood of Duskthrone carries the weight of unwritten names, a force that could name what even gods fear... or erase what was never meant to exist. Yet even Asher himself is blind to what lies dormant within him—his power waiting, watching, bound by chains unseen until the moment the world forces him to awaken. There are ancient prophecies scattered across forgotten texts—verses forbidden by divine decree—hinting at a voice that will rise from mortal flesh. A voice that speaks not of what is, but of what could have been... and what should never be. Those who stand too close to him feel the pull of something they cannot name—an absence where existence frays at the edges. The gods watch in silence, bound by their own fear. What will happen when that voice begins to stir? When Asher Duskthrone speaks— The world will listen... and the gods will tremble. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

WSA 2025 ENTRY #WSA2025 ................................................................................................................................... Broken and shattered into a million pieces, Stark found all the memories of his past self forgotten, gone, swallowed by the Abyss. He opened his eyes to a world draped in shadows, where whispers wove through the air like unseen phantoms, and sorcery pulsed beneath the surface. Esoterica and Grimoire. Palimpsest and forbidden knowledge. With each step forward, he sought the truth of his existence—who he was, who he had been. But should he have knocked on the locked doors of Resonance… or surrendered himself to the quiet embrace of forgetfulness? ...................................................................................................................... Hey everyone! This is my first novel, so I’m still learning as I go. You might notice some inconsistencies, grammatical mistakes, or pacing issues in the early chapters, but I promise I’ll improve as I write more. I have a lot planned for this story, so I hope you’ll look forward to it—but maybe not too much, I don't know ; ) That said, if anything feels off or could be better, please let me know! I’m still an amateur, and your feedback will help me grow. Thanks for giving my story a chance!

He chuckled. “What’s with the face?” I blinked. “What?” “You’re blushing.” His voice held a teasing lit, and I could practically hear the smirk behind it. “Oh.” I raised a hand to my cheek, rubbing absently, only to feel the warmth spreading across my skin. My lips twisted into a small, guilty smile. Leo’s eyes gleamed with amusement. There was something about the way he looked at me—steady, knowing—that made me uneasy. Not because I felt uncomfortable, but because I had spent so long misunderstanding him. Why hadn’t I seen his loyalty from the start? Why had I assumed he wanted me for business, for something transactional? A pang of guilt settled in my chest. “This place is…” I started, glancing around, searching for words. He leaned back slightly, one arm draped over the chair. “Deserving of a heiress,” he finished smoothly. “I had a work break.” A warm rush of gratitude filled me, but it was quickly dampened by a lingering thought. Cassie had mentioned something earlier—something about Ophelia storming into Leo’s office. My fingers curled slightly against the tablecloth.

Ethan Carter, un mannequin fortuné au sommet de sa gloire, mène une vie luxueuse mais vide de sens. Derrière son sourire parfait se cache une profonde solitude. Lorsqu'il rencontre Lila, une artiste passionnée et désintéressée par la richesse, son monde bascule. Fasciné par sa simplicité, il remet en question son existence superficielle. Mais l'amour peut-il survivre entre deux univers opposés, alors que les apparences et les ambitions menacent de les séparer ?

Deep within a silent, ancient forest, a young man awakens—without memories, without a past. The only clues to his identity are the tattered cloak draped over him and the presence of a mysterious spirit that never leaves his side. The spirit calls him the reincarnation of a hero, but if that were true… why is his mind completely blank? The human world was meant to be a temporary resting place for spirits before they returned to their true realm. However, ever since the Spirit World was destroyed by the Demon King, the balance between the two realms has begun to crumble. Now, with the Demon King’s revival drawing near, Azael must uncover the truth hidden within his lost memories. Amidst shadows of fate and deception, can Azael reclaim his true identity before the world is swallowed by darkness once more?

What happens when a goddess falls in love with a shifter? Asara; the goddess of love, was punished by her father, the god of thunder. Her crime being falling in love with a mortal shifter Alpha. To pay for her sins she was reborn as Cassandra LeBlanc; a mortal Princess in the magical Kingdom of Speldaria. Her family and kingdom, except her middle sister, shunned her for she was born without any magical abilities and she had no recollections of her true identity. Her betrothed, the powerful mage commander of the Speldaria, was unbothered by her. He wished for someone strong. Cassandra’s life was toppled when she was gifted a warrior slave by the mighty Alpha of Dusartine. She was asked to take part in the Yearly Arena Event by collaborating with the warrior. Cassandra who hated ‘The Arena’ with her very breath. A place where blood flowed like wine and life was cheaper than the very air they breathed didn't understand her purpose in it. On top of that, the mysterious warrior affected her in unimaginable ways. His hypnotic gaze unsettled her. His rare essence overwhelmed her. His muscular bronzed body consumed her with sinful thoughts. Even the dreams of her past life plagued her. When ‘The Arena' began the hidden agendas and underlying truths came to light and Cassandra was played a hand of fate. She was left with no choice but to give in and choose a path. The question would be. How will Cassandra grapple once she learns of the curse placed on her? Will she be able to obtain her magical abilities and stand up to her father? Who will help her along the journey? ~Excerpt~ Then she felt him, all of him. All his ruggedness. The strength of his arm. The softness of his lips. The grip of his hand. The warmth of his breath. Every muscle in her body went taut at the implications of sleeping in a man’s arms. She had never slept in a male’s embrace before. Her whole skin tingled like tiny sparks dancing on the very parts that connected with him. The crevices of her brain had these memories which weren't hers. This touch somehow didn't seem foreign to her. She felt safe in his soothing embrace and didn't wish to push him away and yet she knew this was far from appropriate. Cassandra tried to wriggle out of his hold, his arms seemed to be built from iron for they wouldn't budge. The light garment she had worn had lifted from her milky thigh baring it as his bronzed muscular one was draped on it. And now she could sense something poking her back. Her eyes suddenly expanded from the realisation and Cassandra fully panicked. “Let go!” She voiced out, heavily. Siroos slowly lifted his leg and slackened his hold on her waist so she could shuffle away. He had awakened when she had stiffened for the first time but wished to behold what she would try. With eyes blown wide she stole a glance towards the man who had her wrapped in his embrace like a precious treasure, his treasure. His molten gold eyes had flickered open and there was this softness and want with which he stared at her. Those soft brown curls cascaded over his eyes as he forgot to blink, watching the timeless beauty that she was. Her one-of-a-kind fragrance was a torture to his senses. How he wished to grab her dainty ankle, pull her from it and have her sprawled underneath him. To kiss the very skin that oozed such scent which was driving him insane. Instead, he bent his arm and placed it under his cheek using it like a pillow to watch her with desire-filled eyes. The awkward lull between them prolonged as Cassandra cleared her throat. “Did you have to climb on me to sleep?” “It wasn't intentional but was certainly enticing and definitely won't be the last time.” His deeply hypnotic voice was even more alluring this early in the morning as it resonated all around her. The book cover is mine.

In her previous life, Lina Riley harbored an unrequited love for the Fifth Princess, Victoria Ashwood. Lina sacrificed everything for her—securing her place on the throne, protecting her borders, and losing her arm and sight in the process. Yet, her loyalty was repaid with a goblet of poisoned wine and the execution of her entire family. Victoria despised her, accusing Lina of cruelty and of orchestrating her elder sister’s death, deeming her unworthy of love. When the poison took effect, Lina closed her eyes in despair, only to awaken back in the moment they first met. On that fateful day, Lina had stumbled upon Victoria being beaten by palace maids, an encounter that set everything in motion. This time, Lina turned away, choosing a different path, but a faint fragrance of plum blossoms lured her in. One reckless night led to a moment of despair when she awoke to find the coldly beautiful face of her bedmate—Lucille Everard, the Princess Regent. Lucille, while outwardly uninterested in court affairs, was notorious for her swift and decisive actions that had seen emperors replaced with alarming frequency. Compared to Lucille’s power, Lina’s past dealings with Victoria seemed like mere child's play. As Lucille stirred awake, Lina's nerves were frayed. “Given the circumstances, Your Highness, what do you think of me now?” she asked, resigned to her fate. To her surprise, Lucille chuckled softly. “I think you’re wonderful.” Stunned, Lina could only manage a confused “Huh?” From that moment, everything veered off course. Lucille's palace soon bloomed with roses—Lina’s favorite. Amidst the swaying blossoms, the resolute Princess Regent would gently take Lina’s hand, her once-frigid gaze warm and tender. “My dear Lina, you are the finest woman in the world.” In her new life, Lina often dreamed. She dreamt of someone leaving a bouquet of roses at her grave, their robes trailing the light fragrance of plum blossoms. They sipped wine with a wry smile, murmuring, “Silly girl, I avenged you.” Victoria Ashwood was reborn too. She hadn’t expected that killing Lina would provoke her aunt’s ruthless revenge. Determined to avoid a similar fate, she resolved to feign affection for Lina, even if it took a lifetime. At a palace banquet, Victoria was taken aback by Lina’s beauty. Draped in fine silks, Lina was a dazzling sight, so different from the weathered woman Victoria remembered. Drawn to her, Victoria was about to approach when she noticed Lucille at Lina’s side, gently wiping her lips with a soft smile. “Take it slow,” Lucille murmured. Lina paused, then chuckled as she adjusted a strand of Lucille’s hair. Victoria’s heart twisted in fury. When her desperate attempts to win Lina back failed, she demanded, “Why won’t you love me?” Lina sneered. “Show some respect, Fifth Princess. You should address me as Aunt. Besides, your hypocrisy and cold-heartedness make you unworthy of love.” Years ago, a young Lucille Everard encountered a lost girl in the palace gardens. The girl declared that Lucille was beautiful and promised to marry her one day. Thirteen years later, a fateful misunderstanding during a bout of poisoning entwined their paths. What began as teasing quickly turned Lucille from a hunter into prey, helplessly ensnared by the woman she never forgot. Tags: 1. Cold yet protective Princess Regent × Reborn and resigned noblewoman 2. Nine-year age gap (Princess Regent is older) 3. Alternate history, non-patriarchal setting 4. Puppet empress, regent princess ruling behind the scenes 5. Two lifetimes of love, slow-burn romance

In a realm shrouded by humanity's darkest sins, a world adrift in a sea of lost purpose, Allthim decreed a final reckoning. Age after age, emissaries of divine light were cast forth, beacons in the night of ignorance. Yet, their sacred words were met with scorn, their holy missions met with steel. Now, as twilight descends upon creation, Souael, a soul ignited by fate, is chosen to be the last ember of hope. A mantle of destiny is draped upon his shoulders, a burden of truth to be borne. For within the heart of this world, a grotesque tapestry of deceit has been woven, a perversion of morality cloaked in societal grace. Souael, a sword unsheathed for righteousness, must first cleanse this corrupted soil before striking at the root of evil. Amidst the labyrinth of deception, he finds solace in the omniscience of his creator: "They weave webs of lies, but He is the master weaver of fate." With faith as his compass and justice as his blade, Souael embarks on a perilous journey, a cosmic ballet between light and darkness, as the world trembles on the precipice of oblivion. Note: I reworked my previous delayed novel. This time I have my precious semester break to write. I write it in my first language, so I just translate the original using AI. My apologize.

Comic adaptation is now on Webtoon and Tapas! ________________ Agent Selene and Agent Helios had always been at each other’s throats, competing as the top agent for the secret organization “Mythos.” But that competition would have to stop as they were suddenly called to cooperate for the hardest mission there ever was. “Agents, both of you have been chosen to work together and go undercover to infiltrate the biggest, most dangerous, and longest-running syndicate there is—Kraken….” “Sounds fun. What will be our cover?” “A married couple.” “Oh, a married—WHAT?!” Having no choice but to put a temporary truce on their feud, they set out to complete the mission. However, when the mysteries started completing themselves like a puzzle, their once friendly rivalry just turned into one hell of a reality. Driven by the ghost of their pasts, they found themselves pointing the gun toward each other. Will they choose the path of revenge draped in cold blood? Will their love be greater than the scream of justice and vengeance? Or perhaps, there’s something more that’s carefully hidden in the dark? __________________________ This book comes in 3 Acts, separated into Volumes: Act 1: Operation Upheaval Act 2: Operation Mayhem Act 3: Operation Havoc __________________________ Don't forget to VOTE, COMMENT, and REVIEW Instagram / TiktTok: macy_bae_writes _____________ Please do not plagiarize this book or post it on different platforms. Read directly in the Webnovel app or website (webnovel.com). All rights are reserved to the author.

"Get your hands off me!" she wrestled against my grip, so I held her even tighter. "Put this on!" I groaned, toiling to keep her in place and wishing again I’d worn the damn gloves. The feel of her warm skin under my arm and palm wasn’t helping my focus. "I'm not taking you home like this!" "You don't tell me what to do!" she snapped, thrashing to break free of my hold as I fumbled with the cloak in my other hand, trying to drape it over her bare shoulders. "I'm not going home! Let me go, I said!" "Did you really think I got you out of there just to let you wander the streets, almost naked, like a lunatic?" That stopped her. "What did you call me?!" "LU-NA-TIC." "You... You…! Take your hands off me, you insolent brute!" Enraged, she yanked her arm too abruptly and lost her balance. I caught her, wrapped her in the cloak, and threw her over my shoulder. "PUT ME DOWN!" She shrieked and flailed, but I ignored her, making my way to the Commander’s house, which, thanks to Braa, was only two streets away. Since the entire population was in the square for the ridiculous festival, no one intervened at the frantic cries of the wild creature. No wonder in the ten years I've known the Commander, I've never heard that he has a daughter. She must’ve been kept locked away. Strangely, she suddenly went still and quiet. Had she grown tired, worried about attracting attention, or finally realized how inappropriate it was to show up at her parents' doorstep in this state? She didn’t seem to care before. With every step, my anxiety grew—she was limp. "Hey!" No answer. Seriously?! "Hey, you!" Nothing. A bad feeling crept over me, so I pulled her off my shoulder and into my arms. Her head fell against my chest—unconscious. "Hey! Hey, you!" I shook her, but she didn’t react. Panic surged through me. Had she fainted? Had I held her too tight? Lifting her more securely, I sprinted toward the Commander's house.

On a night when heavy rain swallows the world in shadow, a lone rider emerges—a man draped in black, his steps both deliberate and enigmatic. With a sword at his side and secrets etched into his soul, he rides a path few dare to tread. As kingdoms tremble on the brink of war, whispers of sorcerers, kings, and forgotten bloodlines weave through the taverns and battlefields. Alliances are fragile, trust is a weapon, and somewhere between justice and survival lies a truth few are willing to uncover. Guided by instinct and burdened by a past that haunts him, the swordsman journeys through lands torn by conflict and fear. In his wake, myths awaken, danger stirs, and a kingdom's fate balances precariously on the edge of a blade. To follow the way is to embrace its darkness... and its light.

based on the movie “ free guy “ just watch the movie . where a extra character becomes sentient . and must now protect the mc . with connection to the camera man with god like abilities . ( notice : some of these characters are depicted without a face . They have a head but not a face like a mannequin . You’ve seen faceless side characters before if you watch a cartoon , manga or anime ) the novel is set in an anime . requirement goal for next chapter : -1 review -1 collection

In a world where fate intertwines with destiny, a struggling author named Violetta meets a tragic end, only to awaken in the body of the heroine in her own unfinished fantasy novel. Now living as a concubine in a majestic yet treacherous court, Violetta must use her modern knowledge and wit to navigate a realm rife with political intrigue, magic, and romance. Determined to change her tragic fate, she captures the attention of the kingdom's enigmatic and powerful King. As their paths cross, sparks fly, and she finds herself embroiled in a whirlwind romance that defies the expectations of her new life. With each passing day, she proves her worth, not just as a concubine, but as a strategic mind and a force to be reckoned with. Facing enemies both old and new, and uncovering hidden talents, she rises through the ranks, outmaneuvering those who seek to undermine her. Her journey from a mere concubine to the revered Empress is fraught with challenges, heartache, and moments of triumph. Through battles, betrayals, and the bonds of love, Violetta discovers the true meaning of power and identity. In the end, she must balance her modern sensibilities with the ancient traditions of her new world to secure a legacy that will be remembered for generations. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Violetta: "Where am I? This... This isn’t my apartment." She looked around, eyes widening at the opulent silk drapes and ornate furniture. Maid: "Milady, you’ve awakened. The King awaits your presence in the main hall." Violetta: "The King?" she muttered, trying to process this revelation. "I'm in my own novel... I must be dreaming." ----------------------------------------- King: "You seem different, Violetta. Sharper, more... unpredictable." His eyes glinted with curiosity. Violetta: "Your Majesty, I assure you, I am merely adapting to survive in this viper's nest." She met his gaze steadily, hiding her inner turmoil. King: "Survival is not enough. To thrive here, one must learn to wield power and trust no one." ----------------------------------- King: "Why do you always challenge me, Violetta?" Violetta: "Because a life without challenge is a life unfulfilled, Your Majesty. Or do you prefer your subjects to be mere puppets?" She smirked, enjoying the spark of annoyance in his eyes. -------------------------------------- Violetta: "I cannot let them destroy what we’ve built. We must fight with everything we have." King: "And I will stand by your side, Violetta. Not as your King, but as your equal." ----------------------------- Violetta: "From a concubine to an Empress, who would have thought?" she whispered, looking out over the kingdom. King: "You have shown the strength of a thousand men and the wisdom of a sage. This kingdom is stronger because of you." Violetta: "And it will continue to grow. Together, we will lead it into a new era." King: "Together," he agreed, taking her hand.

In a realm where magic and alchemy intertwine Aroza stood at the threshold of her new life as the bride to the infamous Sapphire Duke. The wedding was magnificent, draped in a veil from head to toe that shimmered like starlight; yet beneath this façade of elegance lay an unyielding wall built from suspicion and guardedness. The Sapphire Duke harbored a lingering doubt about Aroza's loyalty, believing her beauty masked ulterior motives inspired by ambition rather than true affection. Enveloped by daunting responsibilities toward not only herself but also her five companions who depended on her success for their futures, Aroza resolved to prove herself as an invaluable ally rather than a perceived threat lurking beneath royal glitter.

Death is a promise always kept. It is not a deal that can be bargained with. Death cannot be persuaded. When the clock stops ticking, that's it, you're done. "The Beast of Howlure Hill has flesh like blue ice and teeth as white as frost. The Beast of Howlure Hill is a wolf that can stand like a man. The Beast of Howlure Hill wears an imperishable collar that controls him. But who is his master? The Beast of Howlure Hill has captivating eyes and a melodious voice he uses to lure dames to their death. The Beast of Howlure lives in a mansion surrounded by a labyrinthine on a hill far from the towns hidden in the woods dark and dreary. He is a wolf draped in midnight, forever prowling his keep under the gaze of an eternal full moon."

"Why bother throwing the man in the sea when you can just burn him and bury him deep into the forest?" Nic asked as he stood behind a man who was in front of a lot of computer screens. "What are you talking about?" The man didn't even look away from his computers when he asked indifferently. Nic draped his arms on the backrest of the sofa. He crossed his leg over the other and said, "I wouldn't be surprised if Meg would one day come here skipping happily to arrest you," He was looking at the screens in front of him until his eyes landed on the screen that shows the very woman he just mentioned. "She would definitely be happy to arrest me but she won't," Before Nic could ask why he was so confident, Timothy turned around to face him without standing up and asked, "What do you want?" Nic didn't even hesitate and straightforwardly said, "We want in," Timothy's eyes darken. "We?" He asked. "Me and Mason," Nic replied. "No," Timothy instantly answered and then turned his back on Nic to continue doing whatever it is that he was doing. "Why do you want to do this?" "I know that you are doing this because of what happened to your mother in the past and I believe in your purpose. We want to seek justice in our own way," Nic said. "This is unlawful," Timothy just said. "Since when did we abide by the law? Have you forgotten that we have our own rules, our own laws? Heck, we even have our own punishment and prison cells. You of all people should know that because you have been taking advantage of it since you were ten," Nic said. ********************************************** Nic, Mason, Daxon, and Matthew grew up together. Since their parents were friends, it was understandable that they grew up as friends as well. In fact, they always joked that they were friends before they were born. They care for each other. They look out for each other. They would kill for each other. Their bond was so deep that they always have each other's back. To the point that they would support and keep each others crimes. They were rich, smart, and powerful. Not to mention they were all good-looking young men. Everyone knows that. But not everyone knows the crimes that they were hiding. No know would know...no one should know. Except for their women. But the problem is...how are they going to tell their women that they are vigilantes who torture and kill criminals without making them run for the hills? Because if there is only one thing they fear...that is losing their women.

A young orphan girl was dreaming to be beautiful like a mannequin. She always see a dream that she was talking to the queen in Bolanaire kingdom who called the mannequin's land, and there she met Brando, who always warned her to stay away from the queen. She fall in love with him but she knew that he is not really exist. One day, while she was in the mall to go window shopping, she watched an event with a man's body pageant. And there she saw Brando who's been one of the contestant in the said pageant. (The book cover was not mine)

Hong Yi, a battle-hardened squad leader, had seen his fair share of fighting. Alongside his comrades, he fought tooth and nail to protect the remnants of humanity in a dying world. But one brutal encounter took a terrible turn. Witnessing his entire squad fall before him, Hong Yi blacked out, the world fading into oblivion. When he awoke, everything had changed. Hong Yi found himself in a strange new reality, inhabiting an unfamiliar body. To his further shock, a strange system was now lodged in his brain. This bizarre world, he discovered, was governed by a social hierarchy – Alphas, Betas, and Omegas. Hong Yi, now had to mend broken family relations with along side with managing a company and saving his family from potential treats. In between fulfilling system's task, everything seemed to be fine until: As Hong Yi savored his meal, his mother dropped a bombshell. "A-Yi," she declared, "it's high time you gave me a grandchild!" Hong Yi choked, sputtering in surprise. "But Mom," he stammered, "I'm not even married!" A sly smile played on his mother's lips. "Who said you have to be married to have grandchildren?" she said, leaving Hong Yi utterly bewildered. *** "Brother Hong," a voice purred. Hong Yi looked up to see Yun Fei, a man with an overly flirtatious air, practically draped across his office desk. "You don't love me anymore," Yun Fei whined, batting his eyelashes dramatically. Hong Yi stared at him, completely bewildered. "Why won't you mark me?" Yun Fei pouted, inching closer and slipping into Hong Yi's lap. Before Hong Yi could even stammer out a response, Yun Fei pulled him in for a kiss. Hong Yi,: Let me speak *** Hong Yi felt a warm weight settle on his chest. Glancing down, he saw Yang Xu snuggled close, a contented smile on his face. A gurgling sound came from beside them – a baby nestled in a crib. "Alpha," Yang Xu murmured sleepily, "how many more kids do you want? Don't you think you've had enough already?" Hong Yi sputtered. "Me? You're asking me?" He gestured wildly at himself. Yang Xu, oblivious, simply placed the baby back in the crib before collapsing back onto Hong Yi. "It's fine," he mumbled, burying his face in Hong Yi's shoulder. "As you're my Alpha, I'm happy to comply with hubby's wishes and give you one more..." Hong Yi : no one is listening to me. *** Hong Yi flipped through a file, his brow furrowed in concentration, when a voice broke his focus. "Mr. Hong," Jing Hao started, a suggestive tone creeping into his voice, "what do you think of me?" Without looking up, Hong Yi replied, "Jing Hao, you're a valuable asset to the team. Hardworking, dedicated..." "But Mr. Hong," Jing Hao interrupted, throwing the file aside. He then proceeded to climb onto Hong Yi's lap, completely ignoring the startled yelp. "Being good isn't getting me anywhere. Especially not with you." Jing Hao began unbuttoning his shirt with a practiced ease. "Maybe," he continued in a husky whisper, leaning closer, "being a bad boy will finally get your attention." Before Hong Yi could even attempt to pry himself free, Jing Hao sealed his lips with a forceful kiss. Hong Yi: Can I at least get a word in? *** A loud clap echoed through the room. "Wow, Hong Yi," Yang He exclaimed, clapping his hands sarcastically, "what a loving family you have! You certainly know how to keep things lively." A dangerous glint flickered in his eyes. "But you promised me I'd be your only one," he growled, yanking Hong Yi closer by his tie. "What happened to those promises you made, huh?" Hong Yi : There's no point. No matter what I say, they won't listen. *** ML who is dense as brick wall when it comes to matters of love x MC who can't keep hands to themselves. warning: this is a blharem in omegaverse and story revolves around protagonist gong. And MC collects protagonist shous as ash collects his pokemon.

A Vampire Princess had encountered something in the past, making her immune to the sun, the only Vampire to have achieved this. But for mysterious reasons, the Elder Lich, their vampire family was subservient towards learned of her mysterious nature, hatching a plan as it made the Elders of the vampire family betrothed the Vampire Princess to the Werewolf King, their sworn enemy that had slain countless younger vampires. And worst of all, the Elder Lich implanted its life vessel as his artificial heart, tying him down to its evil, mysterious schemes. It also created a fake bond between the Vampire Princess and the Werewolf King. "Our bond is the will of the heavens." Maximus whispered as he draped Lenora over his shoulder, running with her in tow, "And, our love is the underlying proof of that." The couple was under an illusion of love thanks to Lich's machinations. But, what would happen when it is revealed? Will their fake bond trump the tests of fate? Or will it be severed under the relentless pursuit of truth? Only the Lich knew, and so will you, once you finish this novel. ---------- Author's Notes: The characters used to make the cover doesn't belong to me. I got this edited by someone the way it looks now. other Works: 1. EMPRESS OF BUSINESS WORLD [Completed] 2. MY NEW LOVER IS A PRESIDENT. [Completed] 3. CEO DADDY, LET'S GET MOMMY [Ongoing] 4. TEMPTING MY RENTED BOYFRIEND [Completed] 5. HER TRUE SOULMATE. [Completed] 6. MOON LOVERS: CRAVING FOR MY FAKE VAMPIRE MATE [Ongoing] 7. VAMPIRE KING'S WEREWOLF BRIDE [Ongoing] 8. Mafia King's Seduction Lessons [Ongoing] 9. CHANGING SEASONS (AVAILABLE IN AMAZON) Do give a read for my other books. Thank you

Just as the whispers grew in intensity, the spotlight shifted from the entrance to the figure stepping into view. A momentary silence gripped the room before a wave of astonishment swept through the audience. "It's her... The lady from the news." "The Rowland heiress. The New CEO." "No way! Is that her?" "Wow! She's so beautiful and young!" As Kathryn stepped into the auditorium, the gaze of everyone fixated on her. Walking towards the stage with security guards behind her, the atmosphere became charged with tension. There he was, her ex-husband, Marcus Thompson, draped in arrogance as always, holding hands with his new flame, the mistress who shattered their vows. Marcus and his Mistress's eyes widened in disbelief as they saw Kathryn, a woman they thought they had reduced to mere ashes. Little did they know, that beneath her polished exterior, Kathryn had always been a heiress, and now the CEO of one of the biggest thriving tech empires in England. The power dynamics shifted, and at that moment, they were the ones left speechless, realizing they had underestimated her. ******* In a world of power struggles and deceit, Kathryn Rowland emerges from the ashes of a shattered marriage with her ex-husband to reclaim her position as the Heiress of the biggest Tech company in Birmingham City. As she battles an inheritance war with her vicious adopted older brother, David Rowland, Kathryn finds herself torn between her hurtful past and uncertain future. With TechSphere, a billion-dollar empire, at stake, and her heart on the line, Kathryn must prove herself worthy of the position of CEO and win back the love of Anderson, who she once left behind six years ago. Will Kathryn emerge victorious, or will the shadows of her past marriage scandal consume her? Dive into a gripping tale of Fortune Reckoning: Sweet Revenge Against Her Ex-husband.

‘The pit of love has emerged. Let all cursed hearts jump into it.’ — The feared princes of the seven elemental lines are all cursed for their sins, each with a harsher binding than the last. Unfortunately, they know not of the way to break this everlasting curse that taints their immortality other than the fact that the answer lies with a certain blue-haired maiden. Alfina — also known as Blue — lives a fairly ordinary life among the lower class. At least, that’s until she encounters the seven immortal princes that will wage war just to have her. Overjoyed for getting the chance to become an elite in the sand-line, she embarks on a new turnaround in her life. Yet, this new life for Blue brings about challenges that she has never faced before— she has to adjust to the strict rules of the high house but that is the least of the obstacles tossed in her way. And when the heavens set a deadline to put an end to the reign of the princes, who amongst the cursed will ultimately attain the reprieve they’ve always desired and be free from the bondage of heaven and its punishment? Now that the peace that has been forged is broken, will the fabled ‘true love’ be able to triumph above it all? — “I did not touch any of my wives this month, Blue, I couldn't bring myself to.” His fruity voice grazed her ears. Gulping unsurety down her throat, she asked, “Why did you do that, your eminence?” Her head was still bowed in respect. “All that ravages my senses now is your delicious lavender scent. Your blue hair should be sown into garments for they are all I want to drape over my skin. Your mysterious blue eyes follow me everywhere I go even in your absence.” His strong hand raised her tender chin so that she could look him in the eye. As her eyes interlocked with his usually-empty ones, she noticed that they were graced with emotions this time. She took a hesitant step back. “Your eminence...” That was all that could escape her shaky lips. She could still feel his breath on her face. “I abandoned my monthly duties, Blue. You might not know but I am going to suffer gravely for it. Until I figure out what you have done to me, I am going to be punished every month.” She heard a chuckle but still, she could not merge her gaze with his. “But it's okay, Blue. If it's for you, I will suffer for a month and thousands more.” _____ Follow my Instagram; @_HeeSha_TA Discord; @HeeSha_TA #7559

My breath hitched, her mismatched eyes meeting mine. Her golden cat eye matched the scarlet reaper’s eyes, her white hair brightening to match the various oranges and reds of my eyes. Bruises covered her skin, a defiant snarl curled on her determined face. Lowering my feet, something was about to happen. All four elements swirled in her broken soul, her immortality capturing my eyes. There was no way another immortal existed, my glass of water spilling the moment I leaned onto the table. Silent tears slid down her cheeks, her inky fingernails extending into claws. My cock stiffened at her five foot seven hourglass figure, my eyes tracing the diamond chain bikini as it draped over her flat stomach. Another desire brewed in me, something telling me to take her now. Whispering something in her ears, low growls rumbled in her throat. Shaking off her hot temper, she stood straight up. “I am Ellasandra and I am excellent at cooking and cleaning. I am the wife of your dreams. Besides, I am a virgin after all.” She chirped with a false smile, her thighs rubbing together. “I have prepared a dance for you. Please enjoy!” Pressing her palms together, a scarlet circle glowed underneath her. Every step of her seductive dance unlocked another gate, the audience none the wiser.

When you turn seventeen, right when it reaches midnight, you will have to choose a god to pray to until the end of your life. There are many gods within the world, and you have seventeen years to choose one to be your god. The tricky thing is, humans may have chosen a god, but god has to choose the human too. It has to be mutual for both of them. On the last day of being sixteen years old, humans have to prove that they are worthy of their chosen God. On his way out of the grand temple of God of Everything, Azazel ended up discovering an almost forgotten god. “I really want to pray right now,” he trembled. Ragged breaths adorned the air. His white hair color slowly draped in red from the wound on his head. He knew this was the end. He would lose the game of this pretend war. He never had the chance to win the death battle. “-but I don’t know who to pray to. I never get the chance to.” He whispered, feeling the life slowly seeping out of his body. “Me.” A silvery voice echoed in his mind, talking right into his soul. The God of War, the forgotten God, had spoken to him on the edge of his life. “Pray to me.” This is a story from god’s point of view. ---------- Or you can say that this is a found family among Gods :D Anyway, enjoy your stay in this book! ---------- All characters and religions are works of fiction. ---------- Want to be friends? Discord: Moonaisy#4684

Alpha Marina brutally killed not only one but three pack members. By now, she would have been in purgatory paying for her mistakes, but then, Alpha Fisher and his protégé hide it, after all, it was an ‘accident.’ The murders left her with nightmares, and since she was young, she wouldn’t have survived. So, High Priestess Mannequin suggested erasing the memory. It was next to impossible, but with centuries in purgatory, she had enough skills to make it happen. The problem is, when High Priestess Mannequin erased Marina’s memory, they left a door into her mind, ‘someone or something' has since been erasing some parts of her memory. It makes her do things no Alpha has ever done, including rejecting her mate, Alpha Rinzler in front of a multitude during the mating celebration. * Do you want a recipe for dark life? Alpha Rinzler is the best man to ask for that: When the beasts attacked his pack, they took his brother, and in the process, killed his mother. His mate rejected him, and now, he is dying. He has to mate Marina, or else he will die, and the beasts will return. Alpha Marina must accept him, no matter what it takes. Little did he know, he dug his grave when he listened to High Priestess Mannequin. * Born with the face of the banned high priestess, Ivy Tanner gets pulled into the supernatural world. She has the urge to protect the two alphas. Who will she choose when she learns of everything? * Who will be the first to learn about Marina's lost memories? Will the pack find out that she is a killer? Who will be the first one to know High Priestess Mannequin wants nothing but blood? Will Alpha Fisher's soul ever be saved from purgatory? * Tag along, and let us unravel the mystery surrounding Marina, who is taking her memory? Is it a foe? A friend? Is someone new? An It? * OTHER WORKS: The Drowning Alpha| The Fate of the Cursed Alpha Female| BRENDA: My Shining Lover| In the Mind Of CEO Armando's Temptress cover photo, not mine will take it down if the owner requests.