Adachi To Shimmamura

“Let go of me! Why now?” I snapped at them as they closed their distance on me while I moved backward towards the stairs. “What happened to all of you hating me?” I sneered, trying to hold back the tears that threatened to fall from my eyes. “I can't be a mate to monsters! You all despised me, made my life worthless the whole time, and you suddenly want me to accept being your mate?” I stared unbelievably at them as their eyes glinted with fury as they approached further. “Well, we still hate you but think of this as a favor,” Ryder taunted, his lips curling into a dirty smirk and I glared at him. “Favor?” I gaped at him, taking cautious steps backward. “At least, your wish has been answered,” Derek snorted, cocking his head while Sage stared coldly at me. “That's why we have decided on making you our mistress. Highly to think we would accept a murderer as our mate.” Mael added, his words sent shivers running down my spine. “You all are sick! Insane!!” I chuckled bitterly, to think they'd always put Lena first before me. They wanted me as their mistress. “Thalia! Be care—” before I could process what Sage was about to say as he reached out to me. I lost my balance and tripped. *** Eleven years ago, I was framed for killing my precious younger sister whom everyone loved, and they thought I should have been the one to die instead of her. Being the daughter of the Beta, I was stripped of my title and demoted to an omega and became a servant in the pack's house. I was despised by everyone, especially the quadruplets, the Alpha's sons. Alpha Sage, Alpha Ryder, Alpha Mael, and Alpha Derek— the ruthless and most feared, respectable Alphas who never took a break from tormenting me and making my life worthless. Ten years later, my younger sister who was thought to be dead, reappeared at the pack's doorstep, looking alive and well, and even more beautiful and elegant. She was welcomed happily by all the pack members and was desired by the quadruplet. I thought everything would go back to how it was but I was neglected and remained the omega no one wanted until my life took a shocking turn when I clocked eighteen. Fate had me mated to the Alpha's sons, not just one but all four of them but what's even more shocking was when they agreed to make me their mistress. I'd rather eat dirt! Cause, I won't be bending so easily.

The children created to destroy the ultimate, in the process of doing so, they lost themselves, but Jung is trying to figure out how to protect his newfound family.

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To be human, when others were given chances to be more. To be true to one's self in a world of masquerades and monsters.

"The 90k is yours" "Wait, actually?!" "Don't get too overjoyed little kitten, nothing is free in this world", he drawls Little kitten My brain freezes. Did I just mishear that? Am I hallucinating? "What. Did. You. Call. Me?" *** "What's the catch?", I ask sharp "Huh?", he asks clearly failing to bite back a laugh "What do you want Ashford?", I snap "You" (Chapter 12-Excerpt) --- Synopsis Elara is reborn as a side character, Genevieve destined to die in her hatest romance novel. In order to go back to the real world, she needs to steer the plot toward a happy ending while staying alive. A magic ring, a world counting on your failure, A sunshine plot that is now dark. And of course a deal with the devil or rather....some smug bastard

To Love, To Lose, To Heal is a journey through love, heartbreak, and self-discovery. It follows a soul who loved deeply, lost painfully, and is now left to pick up the shattered pieces of a heart that once beat for another. In a world where love is both salvation and destruction, the struggle with emotions, memories, and the weight of what could have been. Torn between holding on and letting go, between the past and an uncertain future, they must confront their pain, their fears, and the truth they’ve been avoiding, healing isn’t about forgetting; To Love, To Lose, To Heal is for anyone who has ever loved too much, lost too deeply, and still found the courage to heal.

Bella Rivers didn’t come to Whitethorn Academy looking for a second chance. She came to disappear in a new world. After a scandal blew up her life back home, she wanted to be somewhere no one knew her name — not the boy who leaked her nudes, and especially not the best friend who gave nothing but pure evil in return for her love. Fresh in a new school in the heart of the forest — much to Bella’s preference — she blends in like a chameleon. Sensing the energy from the last living descendant of the cursed Moonblood line, four boys — powerful and untouchable, the Greek gods — start circling around her like they’ve picked up a scent. “Did I become this beautiful overnight?” Bella questions herself. But when her skin burns beneath the moonlight and a mark blooms on her wrist like wildfire, Bella realizes she didn’t come here to escape her past. In fact, she possesses something entirely sensational — wilder than her dreams. Whatever’s been sleeping inside her? It has awakened hungry. And it doesn’t care who it burns to reclaim its throne.

Next To Silence is a dark, psychological thriller about vengeance, trauma, and justice twisted by time. In 1975, Helen Ipswitch, a young prostitute trying to leave her past behind, is brutally murdered by Lloyd, a high-ranking police officer, during what was supposed to be her final night on the job. She leaves behind a ten-month-old daughter. Decades later, that daughter—now grown, beautiful, and methodical—returns under a false identity with one goal: avenge her mother’s murder. She seduces and kills police officers connected to the Wilson Avenue precinct, where corruption ran rampant during the 1970s. Each death is executed with precision, designed to appear accidental or mysterious. As the body count rises, Detective Rosy Lawson begins connecting the dots. Driven by instinct and haunted by the idea that something larger and more sinister is at play, she races against time to uncover the truth behind the murders, the buried secrets of her own department, and the identity of the enigmatic woman leaving a trail of death in her wake. But as the past unravels, so do the boundaries between justice and revenge—and Rosy must face a devastating choice that could change everything.

Kayla, 26 years old, who has been with her high school sweetheart, a now-famous soccer player, Dylan Williams, for 10 years. A European soccer player who has played many of the best teams in Europe and is now on a year loan in Manchester City. Kayla moved in with her partner and started travelling for his career when she was only 18. Kayla lives in her partner’s shadow, raising their 6-year-old daughter, Brielle, while suppressing her own dreams and ambitions of being a fashion designer. After a decision-making without Kayla, even though they've been together for all his achievements, he still leaves her out and forgets all about her sacrifices for him. She decides she can't keep sacrificing herself and her dreams for a man who doesn't care at all.

"I do not accept this pregnancy! I don't know what you're going to do but it is not my problem, and if anyone ever comes to know, you will regret it, Valerie." That was how her life crumbled. After a one-night stand with the alpha's son, she gets pregnant but Rohan is not ready to accept the pregnancy, she leaves the pack and gives birth to her babies, struggling to take care of them by herself. One night she comes back home and her kids are missing, and she is forced to return to Rohan to ask him for help and he agrees on condition. But conditions are not enough to stop them from falling in love with each other and making the same mistake they made years ago. But will he accept her? And is he willing to ruin his marriage to be with her? Or would Valerie find love elsewhere? And with whom?

He had three major problems in his life. One; he woke up in a room with literally no memory of how he got there. Two; it turns out that an Apocalypse happened three years ago and now the world is completely infested with bizarre creatures. Three; he was forced to join a group filled with completely dysfunctional people that may be more trouble than they are worth it.

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“In a world full of chosen ones, he wasn’t just reborn he was built to conquer" In a frozen room soaked with fear and blood, children weep in terror. In the corner lies the shredded corpse of Agent Rudra Singh—a top-tier operative, now nothing more than a statistic. His final call crackles unanswered through his mic: “Agent 1, do you copy?” But fate doesn’t let legends die so easily. Rudra is reborn in Aetherion, a world where fantasy and science fiction collide—a realm ruled by ancient magic, powerful systems, and dangerous secrets. His new identity? Arthur Valerian, the noble-born son of Count Valerian, a peak Rank 8 swordsman feared across the continent. Gifted with powerful skills: • Appraisal – See through lies, illusions, and souls. • Mana Regeneration – A bottomless well of power. • Sword Lord – A divine connection to the blade. And to tip the scales further, a god grants him a personal divine blessing—for reasons unknown. But as Arthur grows, he realizes something’s wrong. Very wrong. “What the hell is this world? Why are there so many damn protagonists?!” From overpowered vampires with broken Systems… To dimension-traveling warriors backed by upper realm masters… To meta-aware heroes screaming about “their” plotlines… Everyone thinks they’re the main character. Arthur? He just wants to survive—then dominate. “Come at me. I’ll show you who the real boss is.” But in a world shaped by forgotten gods, corrupted realms, and collapsing timelines, can Arthur carve out his destiny—or will he be swallowed by someone else’s story? In Aetherion, power is plot—and Arthur is done playing side character.

'When the heart is talking, the head has no choice but to shut up!' Chin-hwa and Kang-woo grew up together; they had never been separated before, and without knowing, both started growing feelings for each other. They kept this a secret, of course, but it looked like keeping it a secret was the very wrong decision to make because this stems forth a misunderstanding that brings about pain and suffering to both of them. It can all be fixed, though, with a simple confession. But who would make the confession when both were too worried about the other hating them for secretly bearing feelings for them? It couldn't be fixed. Then, a bitter and painful separation occurred that changed Chin-hwa's life. A separation that took away his shining star. His Byul. But when he thought he would never see his Byul shining again, Kang-woo returns out of nowhere with far more charms and brilliance than he had three years ago. The charms of a dominant Omega. But... Just coming back wasn't enough to heal Chin-hwa of the pain in his heart. He was tired. So, instead of trying to get back to how things used to be, he decides to create a new route in front of them, shun his feelings, and push Kang-woo toward one of his friends in hopes that he doesn't fall any deeper than he already was. But fate had other plans, of course. Their hearts and souls had been bound from the moment they were born, so no matter the obstacle they had to face, they would surely end up together. After all, they just can't live without each other.

Trigger warning- Suicide and Self-Harm content ahead, parental guidance suggested. ————— "Where am I? Am I dead after falling into that pit?' I say as I look for a piece of glass from the street and make a cut on the palm of my other hand. 'Bitch! That hurt' I looked at my left palm bleeding and the shrill pain coursing through my veins. That's self-harm, and that's not something I'm a stranger to. I shake off the thought of being dead or falling into the pit as there are no scratches on my body. I might have passed put after my failed date this morning. Thinking of which, I feel gloomier. I help myself up and walk and dust off my pretty pink dress, that's when I notice the unusually deserted streets, with stores all open and cars all parked, but no sign of any living being all around. The flowers are all in bloom but no single bee around the sweet nectar. That made me question myself, 'Shin Ha-Yun, are you sure you aren't dead?'

˙ǝuᴉɐɥ ɐן ɐ ɹnoɯɐ,ן ǝp ɹǝssɐd ʇnǝd uo

“I see where your frustration lies, my dear.” The king said thoughtfully, to the werewolf he said, “what’s your name young man?” “Prince Felix Walker, my lord.” He replied. “The name suits you so very well but, why are you after my daughter?” The king asked. “She is my familiar, my lord.” Felix replied. “Not if I have something to say about that.” Salvador interrupted. “Even if you do, there’s nothing you can do at this point homey.” Felix replied. An argument could have emerged but the presence of the king kept them on bay. The main concern was not them, they all understood that, it was Ella. “Ella dear?” The king called out. But she was already walking to the table. She pulled out a chair and sat. The others came to her side and sat the king sat on the master chair and instructed the three men to sit opposite his daughter. They did as instructed and waited. “You know,” Ella said in a trembling voice, “I went to pray early this morning. I told God that I wanted to get married, to whom, when and where, I don’t care.” She smiled and cleaned the tear that ran down her face. “Well now I do care, but it’s too late. It looks like he already heard and answered my prayer.” She looked at the men in front of her and clean her tears as they flow. “Three men, one lady, what sort of an answer is that? To me, that is a bit too much.” The king shudder.

Cyren Seorang anak dari keluarga bangsawan klan pendekar pedang legendaris yang dikenal di seluruh dunia karena kekuatan dan ketangguhannya. Di tempat itu, hanya orang terkuat yang boleh bertahan hidup. Cyren adalah anak dari kepala keluarga Dravenheart. Namun, sejak lahir, ia lemah dan sering sakit-sakitan.

She signed the marriage contract with one rule; no love, no emotions, just a year-long arrangement. Desperate to save her family from ruin, Lia Morgan, a stubborn yet kind-hearted designer, agrees to marry cold, ruthless billionaire Damien Cross, a man who sees love as a weakness and marriage as a business deal. But neither expected that sparks would fly. What begins as a hostile partnership soon turns into a twisted game of glances, jealousy, and accidental touches. Just as hearts begin to soften, secrets from their past threaten to tear them apart. From ex-lovers to family betrayal, and a truth that could ruin everything… will their contract end in heartbreak or a forever neither of them dared to hope for? He married her to protect his empire. She married him to save her family. Falling in love was never part of the deal.

My hands trembled, my pulse a frantic drumbeat against my ribs as Liam Romano slid the ring onto my finger. White gold. Flawless diamonds. Cold and unfeeling—just like the man who now owned me. For most, a wedding ring symbolized love, devotion, a future built on choice. For me, it was a prison. A silent contract that stripped away my name, my freedom, my very identity. Emily Carter no longer existed. I was Emily Romano now. A pawn in a game played by ruthless men. A caged bird with no escape. I should have run when I had the chance. Now, as the most powerful figures of the New York and Chicago Famiglias watched in chilling silence, escape was nothing more than a distant dream. There were no second chances. No mercy. In our world, a marriage didn’t end unless a body hit the ground—and I knew whose body that would be if I dared to run. This wasn’t love. This was war. A treaty forged in blood. A fragile truce between two criminal empires standing at the edge of destruction. The Bratva were circling like vultures, waiting for a weakness, a reason to strike. And I? I was the peace offering, the price my father had paid to keep our family standing. I should be thankful. That’s what they told me. That’s what my father drilled into my head, over and over again. But gratitude didn’t make the chains any lighter. "You may kiss the bride." The priest’s voice shattered the silence. I forced myself to lift my gaze. Liam’s dark, calculating eyes met mine, void of warmth, void of hesitation. His face, cold and unreadable, gave away nothing. He was a man who had never known fear. A man who didn’t bend, didn’t break. And now, I belonged to him. The world watched, waiting for a sign of weakness. A crack in my mask. I wouldn’t give them one. But Liam? Liam saw through it all. His fingers tightened around mine—a warning, a promise. Then he moved. His lips crashed against mine, not soft, not tender—a kiss of possession. Of dominance. A silent vow that sealed my fate. My body stiffened under his touch, but I didn’t pull away. Because I knew what he was telling me without saying a word. You are mine. And in that moment, I realized something terrifying. I was his to keep. And his to break.

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