Anne Boleyn Portrait

King Niklaus Mikaelson, a name that resonated with both fear and reverence across the Mythralian Peninsula, was a figure shrouded in a dark, commanding aura. His reputation as the most ruthless and strongest ruler had been etched into the annals of history through countless conquests and acts of sheer dominance. The Kingdom of Emberlyn, his seat of power, had become a formidable force under his iron-fisted rule, expanding relentlessly as he sought to unite the entire peninsula beneath his banner. Niklaus was a man who wielded authority like a weapon, his charisma a tool for bending others to his will. To the world, he was the epitome of power and allure, the man every woman desired and every rival feared. Yet, beneath his striking exterior and regal bearing lay a darkness as deep and unyielding as the obsidian blade he kept sheathed at his side. In the resplendent Kingdom of Aquarion, where the gentle whispers of the wind and the serene beauty of the landscape paint a portrait of tranquility, Princess Emily Wilson stands as a luminous enigma. As the eldest and middle daughter of King Wilson, Emily is a figure both revered and shrouded in mystery, a living legend whose beauty is spoken of in hushed, reverent tones. Emily’s physical beauty is legendary, though it remains largely unseen by the world beyond her family. Her rare blue eyes, deep and mesmerizing, are said to capture the essence of the sky and the sea, reflecting a depth of emotion and intelligence that transcends mere appearance. Her blonde hair, a cascade of sunlit strands, frames her face with a halo of ethereal light, adding to her mystique. To those who have glimpsed her, Emily is a vision of unparalleled grace, a princess whose beauty is as captivating as it is elusive. Yet, Emily’s allure extends far beyond her physical appearance. She embodies a unique blend of wisdom, strength, and purity, qualities that make her a formidable presence in her kingdom. Her wisdom is profound, her decisions guided by an insight that belies her years. She approaches her role with a sense of purpose and clarity, balancing the weight of her responsibilities with the grace of a true leader.

Ann congelou ao ouvir os gemidos abafados. Não... não podia ser! Ela respirou fundo e empurrou a porta um pouquinho mais. Seu peito parecia que ia explodir enquanto prendia a respiração e a fresta se alargava. Quando se deparou com sua irmã debaixo do seu noivo, as mãos voaram à boca para abafar o grito de horror enquanto seu coração se estilhaçava no instante. Enquanto Brad rugia seu clímax dentro de sua irmã, Ada virou a cabeça em direção à porta com um sorriso sarcástico. Um frio gelado cobriu Ann como se um balde de água gelada tivesse sido despejado sobre ela e ela ficou parada, olhando fixamente, os olhos arregalados e a boca entreaberta em descrença. Ada levantou a mão e acenou na direção de Ann com um sorriso de satisfação no rosto enquanto Brad desabava sobre ela, beijando-lhe o pescoço com ternura.

"Mierda, Ada..." "Brad...oh, mierda... más profundo... más duro!" La aguda voz de Ada suplicaba entre gemidos jadeantes. El golpeteo del cabecero contra la pared se intensificaba mientras Ann se quedaba congelada. ¡No... no podía ser! Ann tomó una respiración profunda y empujó la puerta un poco más. Su pecho parecía que iba a explotar mientras contenía la respiración al tiempo que la grieta se ampliaba. Cuando reveló a su hermana debajo de su futuro esposo, llevó sus manos a su boca para ahogar el grito de horror mientras su corazón se rompía instantáneamente. Mientras Brad rugía su liberación dentro de su hermana, Ada volvía su cabeza hacia la puerta con una sonrisa burlona. Un escalofrío helado descendió sobre Ann como si un cubo de agua helada le hubiera sido arrojado y se quedó mirando, con los ojos muy abiertos y la boca ligeramente abierta en incredulidad. Ada levantó la mano y saludó en dirección de Ada con una sonrisa de autosatisfacción en su rostro mientras Brad se desplomaba sobre ella, besando tiernamente su cuello. ¿Hay algo que se pueda hacer si tu pareja ha tenido relaciones sexuales con tu hermana?

one night Dan Smith was found dead, police said it was a suicide but his friends didn't think so. Adi, Anne, and Peter had started to find some clues that Dan left for them before committing suicide. What happened to Dan? Was it a suicide or murder? cover design by Mashy Yom

Derek McCoy was a man who spent his entire life facing adversity and injustice. After being forced to settle with surviving rather than living, he had finally found his place in the world, until everything was taken from him one last time. After losing his life to avenge his murdered brother, he reincarnates until he finds a world worth living in, a world filled with magic and monsters. Follow him along his journey, from grieving brother to alien soldier. From infant to Supreme Magus. ------------------------------------------- Tags: Transmigration, Male MC, Western Fantasy Schedule: 12 chapters/week (unless I'm ill or stuff happens) Chapter Lenght: 1200 - 1400 words Warning: The MC is not a hero nor an anti-hero. He is a broken, cynic and misanthropic person looking only for his own gain. If you are looking for a forgiving, nice, MC that goes around saving people in distress, this is not your cup of tea. Same if you want an unchanging MC with no character development. ------------------------------------------- Discord Server: https://discord.gg/suprememagus ---------------------------------------- Cover of Tiamat form Lith Verhen by josh groban aka manohar aka Animustw. My new Pfp was made by Josh (same as above). Visit the official discord for his official portraits of the characters.

Charlotte Ann Akintola tragically loses her life in a fatal car crash. However, death isn't the end for her. Instead, she finds herself reincarnated with a system in a mysterious new world known as The Great Wall of Benin—the very name of her favorite video game from her younger days, a game she once played obsessively, conquering its hundred challenging levels. To her surprise, Charlotte feels an inexplicable fondness for this new life. Equipped with a powerful system and the ability to wield flames, she now faces a thrilling yet daunting mission: to level up through this familiar yet strange world and ultimately confront and defeat the final boss. Each step brings her closer to uncovering the secrets of this realm, blending nostalgia with the harsh reality of survival.

"Is it just another campaign, or has she unknowingly made a pact with a demon himself?" When a girl called Anne looked for a team to play DND with, her warlock was the one to make a pact. Yet , she never thought that meeting her DM will have such a consequences. And when the game gets a little too personal and the stakes start feeling real, the line between game and reality begins to blur. In the end, her warlock wasn't the only one with a patron and sealed pact...

Anne, a shy and introvert woman, was in love with Denis for ten years. But Denis had someone in his heart. When his girlfriend left him to pursue her career, he finally noticed Anne and asked her to be his girlfriend. Anne stayed devoted to him for three years, but Denis cheated on her with his first love. Worse, his scheming ex-girlfriend killed her. Fate gave her another chance. Anne was reborn. This time, she vowed to take revenge on everyone who had hurt her. Augustine, the CEO of the Sphere Group of industries, was powerful and wealthy. But he died from his family’s conspiracy. Reborn, he was determined to punish those who had schemed against him. In his past life, he had failed to protect Anne, his savior. This time, he vowed to love her and keep her safe with his life. But Anne no longer believed in love. ~~~~~~~~~ “Will you marry me?” Augustine’s eyes sparkled with anticipation and nervousness. However, Anne was calm. “Yes,” she replied blankly. “I’ll marry you. But don’t expect anything from me. Love is the last thing I can give you.” He smirked and took a step closer to her. “Miss Clair,” he pinched her chin, “are you sure you won’t fall for me? Can you resist my charm?” Anne’s breathing hitched, her stomach fluttering. The challenge in his eyes and his husky voice threaten to shatter her resolve to never fall in love again. “Let me promise you one thing: in this life, I’ll love you, cherish you always. All I want is your faith.”

Roxanne is a secret detective who is mainly known as Anne by most people. She works hard in her job and is recognized by many exept that her face has never been seen by the public. While Aiden is a well known criminal searched for by many criminal organizations but never caught. What if the two meet and fall in love with out knowing their jobs will there love succeed or will Aiden be caught one day

Melissa, a daughter of a multi billionaire, disguised herself as a poor woman and married Evans Reynolds, a wealthy business man on an agreement that when ever his late mentor's daughter Cathy Hudson needed blood, Melissa would be available. However, Evans used to send money to her, whenever she donates blood. making it look like a transaction. Melissa hoped that one-day, may be, Evans would learn to love and care for her, like she does. But that didn't happen. while at home, Maria, Evans mother and sister, Ann Reynolds seized any opportunity to belittle Melissa, often reminding her of her 'unknown background.' She was the perfect target, a trophy wife whose worth was measured solely by her ability to serve their needs. But one day, she decided to take her own life, she committed sucide when she saw a harsh message and photo sent by Cathy Hudson. However, luck was on her side , when she met a time keeper, who gave her a second chance to live again . She divorced Evans Reynolds, and become a successor of a mult billion campanies,ready to give a payback to those who mocked and mistreated her. And when asked on an interview, why she divorced Evans Reynolds. "I have a multi-billion wealth to success,” she declared during a press conference “Was my wealth not enough for you?” Evans sneered, stepping into the gathering from behind. Join me as we dive into a twisted romance; batrayal, passion, deception and power.

Ann, a corporate slave in the modern life, suddenly couldn't resist her body's drowsiness and fell asleep after working non-stop for... who-knows-how-long. Her sleep wasn't a good one as she was overly worried she wouldn't be able to finish her work. When she finally woke up, she was greatly shocked. An unknown room, an unknown man with his icy expression, and moreover, the man addressed her as "Arlea", and not "Ann". And then she finally realized. She somehow ended up in the body of "Arlea"-a villainess in the fantasy/romance novel she had read in the past, when she still had free time to relax. To make things worse, she remembered that in the next one year, she-Arlea-was fated to die. 'In such a situation, what should I do?' 'Let's think seriously of a way to overturn the situation?' 'But hold on, what if I can't change the scenario? Why bother?' Having lived her days in the modern life as a serious and restrained woman who became a corporate slave to her death, Ann finally decided... to spend her additional 365 days to live freely as she likes! ------- Note: - Just like my other book, I'm posting this novel mainly in my site (convallariaslibrary.com). - If you'd like to support this book and gain access to advanced chapter(s), you can go to: patreon.com/ConvallariasLibrary, for one-time donation go to: https://ko-fi.com/A1864CG3 - Join my Discord server and discuss this series with other readers: discord.gg/ty5tZEz

"Have you heard of him?" A small boy tugged at a woman's skirt, his tiny finger pointing at the large portrait of a man clad in a minister’s robe. "Shhh! Don’t say its name!" The woman hushed him, glancing around anxiously. She knew the boy was only curious about the drawing, yet the inscription beside it spoke of someone else entirely. Still, the credit had been given to the man in the portrait. "Why?" "We just... don’t say it." "Are you talking about The Next General?" A man dressed as a scholar interjected, inserting himself into the conversation. "Everyone is talking about it. After a hundred years, it has returned. I can't decide whether that fills me with hope or dread." His words were meant to impress, to showcase his knowledge, but the woman only tightened her grip on the boy, scooped him up, and hurried away like a hunted animal sensing danger. The scholar let out a single sharp laugh. "A chaotic rhythm… and marvellously extraordinary times are upon us," he murmured, before turning and walking away. --- Disclaimer This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and events are either the product of the author's imagination or used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or to real events is purely coincidental. The views and opinions expressed by the characters do not necessarily reflect those of the author. This book contains content that may not be suitable for all audiences. Reader discretion is advised. ------- Author-Sama is here with another one, been planning this for quite a while but laziness and procrastination keeps holding me down but now I am free. Here is another exciting historical novel, please enjoy.

Percy, a broke novel reviewer, barely scrapes by, until his drunken, deadbeat father kills him over a few bills. But instead of dying, he wakes up inside the very novel he just reviewed… and hated! Trapped in the tragic world of 'Paintings of Felicius’s Portraits', Percy is now Iulian Horatius! A character doomed to become a victim of the novel’s ruthless protagonist. In a world where everyone wield terrifying powers, Percy now 'Iulian' is caught in family strife and forced to navigate a life of scorn and survival. Worst of all? He must deal with Felicius D'Nivis Solvere: The psychotic, cruel protagonist of the novel who also happens to be the unstable, tortured heir of the Grand Duke, his fate steeped in madness and tragedy. But as Percy defies his expected fate, his relationship with Felicius takes an unexpected turn. With survival on the line and romance blooming in the shadows of cruelty, can Percy rewrite this doomed story… or will he become just another victim of fate?

"HER SECRET IS A KEY FOR HIM." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ She's hiding her identity, and he's finding his parents. She's a spy, and he's a business tycoon. How did they meet? What happened to them after their first meeting? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Ann is alive, Granny!" John exclaimed, embracing his grandmother with a surge of joy that filled the room with warmth. John squeezed Granny Ria tightly, blissfully unaware of the storm brewing around him. Tears glistened in her eyes as she clung to him, grappling with the weight of a truth she could scarcely bear to share. 'How can I possibly tell you, John?' Granny Ria worried silently. As John released his grandmother, his gaze darted to the living room, where two faces he recognized yet barely recognized stared back at him. A heavy sigh escaped his lips as he contemplated the tension in the air. Memories flooded back—joyful teenage years brimming with laughter and love from his parents. But now, the happiness he once knew was eclipsed by a tightly clenched fist, his knuckles pale and tense. He turned sharply to Granny Ria, a fierce determination in his eyes. "Why are they here? I told you, Granny, I don’t want to see them!" he demanded, his voice echoing with unresolved pain. Granny Ria raised a hand, yearning to comfort her grandson, but he recoiled, knowing her allegiance would tilt towards her son and his wife. "Why the hell have you come back? You always show up right as I find my happiness! Just leave me alone!" John shouted, anger seeping from every word. His mother's eyes glistened with unspoken sorrow as she longed to reach out to him, to embrace him before he could push her away again, fearing he would reject her for the fact she sat in a wheelchair. With a heavy step, John’s father rose from the sofa and approached his son, who had shut his eyes tightly, emotion crashing over him like a wave. In a moment that evoked both fear and tenderness, John’s father enveloped him in a fierce hug. John, overwhelmed by the tidal wave of emotion, broke down, sobs pouring out like the rush of a storm. For the first time in years, he cried like a child, his father’s hand soothingly rubbing his back, a faint hope kindling in their shared moment. The day stretched endlessly for the Evans family, heavy with unspoken words and fractured bonds. After what felt like an eternity of tears, John blinked away the remnants of his grief and turned to his father, desperation in his voice. “Ann?” His father met his gaze, flooded with helplessness and compassion. Frozen in place, John surveyed the people who surrounded him—his father, mother, and beloved grandmother. Words escaped him as he turned and walked away, each step echoing the weight of his heart. The air hung thick with unspoken truths, and the night was just beginning. Stay tuned to know what happens next. ~~~~~~~~~~~•••••••••••••~~~~~~~~~~~~ MY OTHER BOOKS:- ~ Loving You With Everything I Have ~ Queen Of Darkness ~~~~~~~~~~~•••••••••••••~~~~~~~~~~~~

A dragon-vampire hybrid, Anne fights to control her powers while facing hidden enemies.

[Cultivation Family] [Business Development] [Farming] [Gou Wang] [Group Portrait] [Survival] [Non-Fun Story] [Daily Life] A small family that has established a foundation can live forever by binding to the family. Formations, alchemy, puppets, talismans, farming... are all-round development. I thought I was already good enough, but I unexpectedly discovered that I was nothing compared to my family. The Gou Wang family was born.

The novel centers around two protagonists, Anne and Ella. Ella is on a journey to embark the mysteries of Anne Jade's life who mended the tarted threads of Ella while descovering her own dream and helping a soul of starlight fulfill her last graceful wish, like a painter of dreams.

What happens when you bring your imaginary friend to life? Anne in trying to end her insomnia, brings her imaginary friend,Deon, to life. Having to balance her regular life and caring for Deon becomes a heavy load on her shoulder. as time passes she ends up confused if she's falling in love with her now real imaginary friend.

Anne é uma pessoa comum, recentemente ela conheceu um homem chamado Damyan um loiro de olhos azuis. Damyan é uma pessoa calma e fria. porém gentil. certo dia os dois se encontram de maneira inusitada....

Diana stood in front of his door fumbling with the knob. it wasn't like she was scared to enter his room as this won't be the first time she was entering and neither would it be the last. She was about to do something very wild and may be stupid of her but this was the definition of her and it won't change. Sighing and taking a heavy breath,she opened the door closing it behind her and she met him on his bed with his back kissing the surface of his bed...shirtless as usual. he really didn't like putting on a shirt from what she had gathered. "Diana..what the hell are you doing here?" He said sitting up to reveal the cross on his chest and his sleeve tattoo on the left arm. he also had the drawing of a skull at the right. "We made a deal remember?"she reminded him and he raised one brow up to ask 'what deal?' Diana was wearing a smirk looking so wicked and Xavier could not help but wonder what she was up to. standing up fully from his bed,he went to stand in front of her. "What deal Diana?" "I got a tattoo" she bursted the news to him and his facial expression said it all,he was shaken up. "You got a whaa?" "Tattoo....I got a tattoo" "Are you fucking with me.. please tell me you're messing with me Diana" It felt so good to hear him curse. it sounded so seductive coming from him... everything he does is seductive... FOCUS DIANA..NOT NOW,she said slapping herself internally. "I'm being serious" she made it clear to him incase he e was having problems believing it. "Diana I told you not to get a tattoo" "Not exactly as I remember,you dared me to get a tattoo" "Your dad is gonna be mad" "It's my body..I get to do what I want" "How many tattoos did you get?" "Three" "Three? isn't that too much?" "Speak for your self. you got your whole sleeve tattooed, you've one on your chest and you've one on your right arm...who has the most tattoos now?" "That's me, I'm a male and I'm not underage" she scoffed when she heard him. "So now,I'm underage? I'll be 19 next year...I think I'm off age to make my own decisions" "You're still under your father's roof" " I will be moving out...and besides,he won't know...unless you're gonna tell him" Xavier sighed. this girl who stood in front of him could be so stubborn at times. How could such a pretty face be this stubborn?, he asked himself. "Can I at least see the tattoos you got?" "yeah sure." Taking off her shirt to reveal the black tank top she was wearing underneath it, she turned to her side so she could reveal her left arm. "Fuck!! you got a skull?"And for the second time since she entered his room,he cursed again.... why do it seductively?,she said in her mind. "Yes I did..what's wrong with it?" "Couldn't you get a flower or something feminine?" that was the samething the tattooist had said. "If you could get a skull,why can't I?" "I'm a man... Dianne..you're a girl, the whole point of being a girl is being girly and getting a butterfly or flower tattoo is something that is girly" "Well I don't want to be girly if I can't get a skull tattoo" He heard her say " And besides, I got a flower tattoo" She showed her belly which was now very visible as she was wearing a tank top. "And where's the other?"He asked as his eyes scanned her body for the last one. "I rather not say" He scoffed when he heard her.did she really get the tattoo in that place he was thinking of? "Besides you still have to keep the end of your deal" "And what was the deal again?" "If I get a tattoo before Wednesday, you would fulfill one thing I ask for and if I don't get a tattoo before Wednesday,I would do what you want" "I won so you will fulfill one thing I ask for" "Fine,what do you want?" "Kiss me...."

Synopsis: The Billionaire’s Forgotten Heiress Charlotte Michael was born into wealth, the beloved daughter of billionaire Liam Michael. Her father built Charlotte Corporation in her name, promising her a future of security and power. But when tragedy struck and her mother passed away, Charlotte’s world began to crumble. To save his business from collapse, Liam remarried Janet Ann Andrew, the cunning daughter of his former sponsor. With Janet came her two daughters—Aurora and Olivia—who quickly turned Charlotte’s life into a nightmare. When Liam unexpectedly dies, Charlotte is left at the mercy of her stepmother. At just nineteen, she is forced into a loveless marriage with James Clemens, a notorious playboy and Aurora’s former fiancé. James, a man with five wives, treats Charlotte as just another conquest—until something unexpected happens. Charlotte, unlike the others, doesn’t chase him, beg for his affection, or try to win his love. Intrigued by her quiet strength, James slowly starts to see her differently. And over time, something that was once forced turns into something real. In 2041, shocking the world, James divorces all five of his wives—keeping only Charlotte by his side. Just as Charlotte begins to find happiness, a shocking discovery changes everything. Hidden among her old belongings, she finds her father’s will—proof that Charlotte Corporation was always hers. Even more devastating is the truth revealed in a letter from her father: Janet had orchestrated his death. With James by her side, Charlotte is no longer the helpless girl her stepmother once controlled. She is the rightful heir, and she’s ready to take back everything that was stolen from her. But revenge is never simple. As Charlotte and James fight to reclaim her legacy, secrets will unravel, loyalties will be tested, and love will be the only thing strong enough to survive the storm. Will Charlotte finally claim the life that was meant for her? Or will the ghosts of the past tear her down once again?

In his previous life, Lucian Sinclair had pursued the truth behind his fiancé Malcolm Fitzgerald's fatal car accident with relentless determination - only to meet the same grim fate beneath the twisted metal of his Bentley on a rain-lashed M25 motorway. When consciousness returned, the industrialist found himself thrust back to his 24-year-old self, the digital clock on his Mayfair bedside table blinking December 16th, 2016. Malcolm's Alpine skiing accident had already occurred three days prior. He promptly took legal guardianship of the brooding 15-year-old left in the wreckage - Finn Fitzgerald, Malcolm's half-brother through their father's second marriage. The boy Lucian remembered from charity galas had grown feral-eyed, all scraped knuckles and boarding school blazers gone threadbare at the elbows. This time, Lucian vowed, the boy would receive proper upbringing. Not out of affection, but as penance for never deciphering Malcolm's last encrypted text: "Tell Luce the Range Rover's brakes—" Finn initially regarded his guardian with wary deference, this icy aristocrat who wore his brother's signet ring on a platinum chain. "Malcolm said you collect Renaissance maps," the teen offered during tense dinners, pushing peas across Wedgwood china. "Malcolm told me you hate tulips." Each invocation of the dead man's name hung between them like altar smoke. Yet gradually, the dynamic shifted. Lucian caught Finn glaring when he traced the Fitzgerald jawline they shared. The boy began arriving late from Eton weekends, reeking of stolen whiskey and defiance. During one particularly vicious row over a shredded Oxford acceptance letter, Finn slammed Lucian's wheelchair against the study wall. "Why must I be his ghost?" The teen's breath fogged the cold glass of Malcolm's portrait. "You look at me like I'm some...some flawed taxidermy of your perfect banker boy!" Lucian's cane clattered to the hardwood. Perfect? Malcolm had been laundering funds through their engagement - a truth he'd discovered two lifetimes too late. Now this living, breathing Fitzgerald heir stood before him, all cracked leather satchel and mismatched socks, demanding to be seen. Outside, the Thames glittered with secrets. In the cellar vault, a dossier gathered dust - crime scene photos, offshore account records, and the Range Rover's brake lines sliced clean through. Lucian's fingers twitched toward the whisky decanter. Let the dead keep their mysteries. This Fitzgerald needed saving more.

Mia is plunged into a terrifying mystery when a white rose, left as a chilling threat, leads her down a rabbit hole of secrets surrounding a missing woman named Elara and a reclusive man, Jason. Driven by a relentless need to understand the connection between them, Mia investigates, navigating cryptic online forums and risking a dangerous return to Jason's eerie, silent home. There, she uncovers hidden journals and photographs that paint a tragic portrait of Jason's past: Elara, his muse, vanished, leaving him haunted by "shadows" and broken promises. A photograph reveals a potential lead – "The Crimson Theatre" – but Mia's investigation has not gone unnoticed. A shadowy figure, who sent the threatening rose, knows she's searching for answers. Now, Mia must escape, knowing she's been drawn into a dangerous game where the shadows are closing in.

(MATURE CONTENT) Threesome arc? - Right here A weak, adorable, and low self-esteemed MC with an awful past, a trauma breaking him down every second and controling his life, just before he meets his 'suns', and later gains confidence and starts loving himself again arc? - Right here. Yeah, you read that right. Twin brothers who radiate like the sun and are very possessive of the MC, putting his happiness above everything arc? Gosh, look no further, you're in the right place. This story is just for you, so open it and read to your heart's content. ****** Synopsis I was just a no-name photographer who was trying hard to make a living, but then I got tangled with 'them'. My life, as it was, had always been nothing but a nightmare, living a cursed life that wasn't fit to be called a life. I had no chances with love, connections, or anything. Nothing! And after drawing my last straw, trying to make a final effort that would maybe lead me somewhere other than dirt, I met them again. They - the twins - were my childhood friends whose lives I had ruined with my presence, and I was scared to ruin it a second time, so I tried to stay away from them but... They had other plans. 'When angels dream.' That was what I called the picture. The beautiful portrait was filled with serenity as that blond Italian man gazed into the distance and was showered with the soft petals of cherry blossom. The beautiful picture I had 'stolen'. Yeah, that's the word. I stole it because I didn't ask for permission first. But this is how it unfolded. At first, I took the picture without asking because I was so mesmerized by the scenery, and completely breathtaking, but then I got caught but it wasn't by the same man. They looked alike and wore the same clothes but I could tell right away that he wasn't him. Nevertheless, I apologized. "I'm deeply sorry." I said but then, the man whom I had stolen a picture from walked up behind me and said, "To think such a day would come." I turned around and blinked, looking at the man in front of me and then at the one behind me. They were identical twins. And not only that ... My heart shook... They looked like the twins I had known back then. "What's the matter?" The one in front asked with a bright smile that I was so compelled to take a picture of him and I did. He blinked at my confused expression and then burst out laughing. A sweet and cheerful laugh that made me blush. he looked really handsome. They both did, with their blonde hair which shone like gold with the suns radiation and a charming smile. I found my heart racing at the mere sight of that smile and almost forgot the situation I was in. "I see you haven't changed at all." He suddenly said, swiped my hair back and added, softly, "Hyung." My eyes widened. These two... It couldn't be... They weren't the twins, right? The twins that I knew. They... How did this happen? I just wanted a picture, that's all. ****** Thank you all for diving into this story. Note, the smut doesn't officially start right away till the later chapters but I didn't leave the readers without some sweet candies either, so along the line, there were a bunch of 'actions' between MC and the twins, huhu. His denial knew no bound but his body still won in the end, haha. Anyway, if you find waiting for updates too long, and you haven't checked out my other books, please do. There's also a threesome arc in the first one below. And it's completed too. What a score! 1) Alpha, Alpha, Beta? I transmigrated into an Omegaverse as a boy? [Completed] Check out the continuation of number one, It's the next generation, that is, their kids 2) To Byul (Omegaverse) [Ongoing ]

In a world of the unknown, past unknown and future in chaos, with Three woman fighting for their stories, lives and pain Calah, Anne and Morgan. A war of Passion, love and transgression with mysteries of the dark following

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Ann, a widow, who had given up all hope in life. First, she lost her husband sorrowfully, leaving behind two kids. Next, she lost her job, due to her affected psychological state of mind. After that, she became seriously ill, leaving her devastated. Finally...

Lucas Grant, a solitary art restorer, is hired to restore an old portrait in a long-abandoned mansion. But as he works on the painting of a missing 19th-century adventurer, strange things begin to happen—whispers in the dark, eerie visions, and a creeping sense of being watched. The portrait seems to hold the key to a dark family secret, and as Lucas unravels its mystery, he becomes increasingly obsessed with the past, losing his grip on reality. Haunted by the spirits of those long gone, Lucas must confront the curse that binds him to the portrait before he becomes its next victim—trapped forever in the whispers of the past.

The year is 2122 the world is faced with ever-changing catastrophe as gates open and flooding it with never seen monstrosities and demons, governments try and fight it but are being slowly overtaken, that is until a new Discovery is made: those chosen by fate shall drink the blood of the vanquished monsters and gain powers beyond humanity. Finally, humanity has a fighting chance, but the world is not done yet as another cataclysm knocks at the doors of life, that day massive floods overtook half of all populated land killing millions and in the same day a pirate called Anne Fortune dives into the raging seas to save her lover but, surprisingly returns to land with a child born of the Abyss. It's eyes, one blue as the water and one black as death, will he grow to be humanity's hope or downfall?

The three ingredients of love, trust, and partnership are supposed to go into the building of a marriage. I thought my husband and I had all three: We had carved out a life together, supported each other's dreams, and even ventured into cryptocurrency investments side by side. I thought we were a team. What I didn't realize was that he was playing for the other side. It was all because of some silly accusation. From nowhere, he got this conviction that I was having an affair. Without evidence, without rhyme or reason-just pure paranoia. I kept reassuring him, thinking that he would eventually come to his senses. Instead, he let the suspicion fester until it turned into something far uglier. One day, I walked into an empty house. His clothes, his belongings—gone. And so was my Bitcoin wallet holding $450,000. My hands shook as I checked my accounts, praying it was a mistake. But the transaction history lied not. He had drained every last cent. The man I had trusted with my heart and my life had decided that revenge—for something I never even did—was worth more than our marriage. I sat in stunned silence, trying to process the betrayal. My heartbreak was immediate, but as reality set in, so did the rage. I refused to let him get away with it. That's when I found Digital Tech Guard Recovery. Their team listened to my story with the kind of seriousness I desperately needed. They wasted no time tracking down the stolen funds, unraveling his clumsy attempts to launder them. Days later, it came-the call that changed everything. The money was returned to me, every last penny of it. And as for my husband, he could have that little victory. It sure as hell wasn't going to last. I left him a message that simply said: Enjoy explaining this to the lawyers. WhatsApp: +1 (443) 859 - 2886 Email @ digitaltechguard.com Telegram: digitaltechguardrecovery.com website link: digitaltechguard.com