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A literal ‘red flag’ in a world that sees her as a threat. Excerpt: “You shouldn’t be here,” Zenon growled, his voice low, eyes dark with conflict as he leaned away. Elira looked up at him, lips parted and swollen. “Then why did you kiss me?” “I couldn’t resist you.” His arms tightened around her waist instead of letting go. “Then don’t,” she said, without breaking the gaze. “Remember, you asked for it.” Zenon’s eyes darkened with desire as his lips found the perfect spot on her neck. --- Elira Shaw was never meant to shine. Born an omega to a once-respected Beta bloodline, she’s lived as a ghost in her uncle's home, the acting Beta of the Ashfang Pack. After her parents' mysterious deaths when she was thirteen, Elira became little more than a servant to her aunt and cousin, Regina, the flawless Luna-to-be, groomed to marry one of the Alpha's sons. With no rank, no power, and no name worth remembering, Elira has long accepted her fate. But her fate transforms on her 18th birthday — the night of the grand mating ceremony. Not one, but the wolves of all three of Alpha Cyprus Ashford’s sons recognize her as their mate. The pack erupts into chaos. Regina's engagement plans crumble in fury. And Elira, the despised orphan, is suddenly the most important wolf alive.

WSA 2025 Entry! Excerpt: "Are you satisfied?" he asked, walking to the fire where she already sat. "Can you yet call yourself the greatest knight? "Not until I can beat you," Irene argued. Despite how serious he looked only moments before, he cracked a smile. "But you saved my life," he insisted. Synopsis: With a second chance given to her after a pathetic ending to a life she didn’t want, Irene Litharion decides that she will follow in her father’s footsteps and become a knight. Waking up in the body of her eleven year old self, she’s reinvigorated to follow her heart. She has the rare blood of ancient warriors in her veins and promises to not turn her back to it anymore. Prepared for the sacrifices she will have to make to live the life she wants, a new challenge is presented when the only way she can become an apprentice knight is to turn her back on femininity altogether. The years she spent being forced to attend etiquette lessons go out the window and instead, daily sword practice takes place. Her father does all he can to get her into the knighthood, but it’s up to her to show her strength and skill to stay in it. However, it’s different than she expects when the Monster War ravages her homeland, she learns the sting of loss, and secrets of her own blood present themselves the more she leans into the thrill of battle.

Content Warning Recommended for mature audiences (18+) Beta Elias gave everything to his pack—his loyalty, his strength, and his heart. But when his fated mate, Alpha Kael, rejects him and falsely accuses him of murdering the former Alpha, Elias becomes an instant traitor. Hunted by the very pack he once protected, he flees into unclaimed lands, bleeding and betrayed. On the brink of death, a mysterious stranger appears and offers him a once-in-a-lifetime deal: protection in exchange for loyalty to the crippled prince Rowan of the Forgotten court. Elias agrees Stepping into a world he never imagined, a fragile alliance sealed through marriage. But on their wedding night, Elias is poisoned; death was inevitable. But then another chance he got. Reborn on the morning of his wedding, he knows not all can be saved. He would not become a dead consort on the night of his wedding, but never had he expected the prince to stand on two feet behind closed doors. “I… I thought you couldn’t walk.” He stammered. Rowan’s slender hand raised, meeting his face. His eyes devoured the little space between them, their bodies inches away. He leaned in, his breath wrapping around him like a warning echo. “Well… you thought wrong.”

I like text-to-speech so I'm giving a shot at present tense second person writing to lean into a listener's POV. Enjoy! I use Sonia en-GB for the narrator at 1.2 or 1.5 times speed. Might want to read this part, I kind of left it out the story by making it the synopsis by accident lol. Tavern doors never close on the festive dockside. Traders, settlers, wanderers, and outlaws gather, drawn by the excitement of the New World. The air smells of smoke, salt and sweat, sails catch wind beside steam locomotives' whistles and pistons, each vessel either arriving with strange goods and stranger tales or departing with the thunderous farewells. You step aboard one of them, another spirited adventurer in the crowd, and spend months at sea from docks to coasts, continents to isles, to steam across a windless sea under an endless night sky. When sunlight hits your deck once more, it reveals the New World's waters, like pouring paint into the void. You see the distant sails in the harbour of a forested continent and cheer with the exclamations of waking passengers upon seeing the continent, name pending, no sovereigns and no laws. The landing of all those visiting from the Old World, a boiling pot of all kinds of cultures with each person's distinct flavours of friends, enemies, grudges and dreams. Without hesitation you leave it behind and vanish into the forest, wanting simply to dedicate your life to exploring the interior of the continent. How surprising is it when you found that the elves are all sleeping beauties! Capture them all! Hahahahahahahaha!

The clock struck midnight when Ruelle heard the echo of footsteps. She tensed, the fine hairs on the back of her neck standing on end in the cool night air. "You shouldn't be here," Ruelle whispered, her voice a breathless murmur. The silhouette finally came to stand under the moonlight, his dark red eyes watching her and his inky black hair ruffling. "Shouldn't I?" His voice was a dark caress, and she stood there captivated by the danger he exuded like perfume. "I haven’t seen you for the last two days," his tone low. His hand reached out, fingers brushing against the silk of her nightgown, tracing the trembling outline of her collarbone. "Tell me, were you avoiding me, or perhaps... entertaining other offers?" Ruelle’s heart raced, her breaths shallow. She declared, "I don't belong to anyone.” "A bold claim," he murmured, his breath a tantalising chill against her skin as he leaned in. "Yet here you are, pulse racing, your body tensed as if in anticipation of my touch." His fingers gripped her chin, tilting her face towards his. The moonlight caught his eyes, revealing a glint of predatory intent. "Or must I remind you whose touch you truly crave?"

The definition of a villain according to Kim Sangmin: The person who has to die for the story to end. But his story had just begun when the villain of the book he was reading died in the end, and he woke up to start the story again. As he uncovers the hidden, untold truths behind the cascade of a villain, the more he leans towards becoming a true villain—only in pretend, of course! He has a little brother to take care of, he can't just die and leave him alone. He's also his baby brother's role model, so he has to teach him how to live a long life by becoming a hero instead! And how does he plan to become a hero? Obviously, by stalking the actual main character of the book and overtaking his spotlight at every chance. Step by step, he would overthrow the 'real' hero of the book and change his status to one with praise. Easy, right?

Five years ago, Anastasia Laurent broke his heart. To her, their college romance was just a careless game—toying with a love she never took seriously. To Dante Alexander Montgomery, it was the ultimate betrayal. Now, he’s back. No longer the lovesick senior she abandoned—but a ruthless billionaire who owns half the city. When Anastasia’s best friend begs her to go on a blind date in her place and ruin it, she agrees—after all, how bad could it be? Bad. Very bad. Because her date? Dante. And he’s not just here to rekindle old flames. He’s here to destroy her. Before she can run, Dante traps her in a deal she never saw coming: Marriage. Publicly, they’ll be the perfect billionaire power couple. Privately? He’ll make her regret the day she walked away. But as the lines between revenge and obsession blur, Anastasia realizes one thing— She thought she was done with Dante. But Dante was never done with her. --- Excerpt "You think you can run from me again, Anastasia?” Dante's voice was calm, but the storm in his eyes told another story. She backed into the wall, pulse racing as he stalked closer, his towering frame cutting off every escape route. “I-I’m not—” she stammered. His fingers tilted her chin, forcing her to meet his cold gaze. “You didn’t just break my heart,” he murmured darkly. “You shattered it. And now? Now, you’ll pay for it.” Her breath hitched. “Congratulations, Anastasia,” he whispered, leaning in until his lips brushed her ear. “You just became my wife.”

Samantha never expected to find magic in her hometown, let alone in a dimly lit bar on a rainy Tuesday night. Yet here she was, perched on a barstool at the Black Swan, her world about to tilt on its axis. The air thrummed with an otherworldly energy she couldn't quite place. Ethereal dancers moved like smoke across the floor, their bodies fluid and mesmerizing. As Samantha nursed her drink, she felt the weight of curious stares prickling her skin. That's when she saw him. Marcus. A name she didn't know yet, but one that would soon be etched into her very soul. Their eyes locked across the crowded room, and Samantha's breath caught in her throat. He moved with predatory grace, all lean muscle and barely restrained power. Their first interaction was as intoxicating as it was bewildering. One moment, he was her gallant protector, rescuing her from an overly aggressive drunk. The next, his eyes hardened to chips of ice as he snarled, "Stupid girl," before melting into the shadows. Samantha's mind reeled, but her body hummed with an excitement she couldn't explain. Little did she know, this encounter was merely the first step into a world beyond her wildest fantasies – a realm where vampires ruled the night and pain blurred exquisitely with pleasure. As she delved deeper into this hidden society, Samantha found herself drawn to the intoxicating blend of power, submission, and supernatural allure. The crack of a whip, the whisper of leather, the exquisite sting of fangs – each sensation pushed her boundaries and ignited desires she never knew existed. But with every ecstatic high came the sobering reality of danger. Vampire politics were as deadly as they were intricate, and Samantha soon realized she was a pawn in a game where the stakes were life, death, and eternal servitude. As she left the Black Swan that night, Samantha couldn't shake the feeling that she stood on the precipice of something life-changing. She had no idea how right she was, or how deeply she would fall into a passionate, dangerous dance with forces beyond her imagination. The real question was: in this world where pleasure and peril intertwined so intimately, would she emerge empowered... or lose herself completely?

She was born into a wealthy family but was abandoned because of her ugly appearance. In the eyes of her family, she was worthless, In the eyes of outsiders, she was just an unloved, uncared-for abandoned girl, No one knew that the legendary healer who could mend bones and revive the dead was her, The queen of the business underworld was her, The famous racing car god in the racing world was also her... He, the heir to the most prominent family in the capital, had wealth, power, and looks. But his true strength was far more astonishing than what the world saw. Yet, he was inexplicably enchanted by her, and his eyes and heart were filled only with her presence. Moment: Qin Yu Shen propped his chin with one hand, his handsome eyebrows slightly furrowed, staring at Song Yan Ning in front of him. "Why do you look unhappy?" Song Yan Ning lifted her lips, reaching out to gently soothe Qin Yu Shen's brows, smoothing the worries between them. Qin Yu Shen took hold of Song Yan Ning's hand, gazing into her deep eyes where a hint of grievance lingered, "Can you return to your original appearance?" Song Yan Ning raised her eyebrows in surprise, "Don't I look good now?" Qin Yu Shen leaned in slightly closer, nuzzling her delicate nose with his well-defined nose, his magnetic voice soft and enchanting, "Beautiful! So beautiful that I want to hide you away..." No matter if she is ugly or beautiful, he wants her all to himself. The male protagonist in this story is extremely devoted to his wife, a double clean double strong theme, dear readers, please add this to your collection!

[Simulator+Cultivation+Farming Stream+Survival Stream] One day, through transmigration, Su Xing arrived in a data-centric high martial world. This world had extraordinary strong beings known as professionals, favored by the "heavens," who could level up and strengthen themselves by running dungeons and killing monsters. Su Xing changed his job to the hidden profession of Cultivator, but due to unknown reasons, he could not gain experience or level up like other professionals. Unable to level up, he could only cultivate... but in this era where Spiritual Energy was depleted and Cultivators were nearly extinct, even obtaining Spiritual Energy was a luxury. After four years in college, Su Xing was still a minor in the Qi Refining Stage, struggling even to graduate. Fortunately, he awakened the golden finger "Life Simulator," which allowed him to simulate the future by paying energy and bring back the Cultivation Level, items, and more from the simulation to the real world. However, in the simulated future, the Foreign Race invaded in full force, leading to the overthrow of the Human Race overnight. In such desperate circumstances, Su Xing chose to lie low and develop, cultivating Spirit Plants, concocting Elixirs, enhancing his Cultivation Level, improving the overall strength of the Human Race... He continuously strengthened himself through the simulator, becoming a hidden powerhouse, silently resisting the invasion of the Foreign Race... ps: This is a story about a simulator, leaning towards a careful survival strategy, farming development, and operating from behind the scenes...

In a remote jungle nestled between Chu City and Whitewater City within the Da Xuan Country, a thin and frail figure was leaning against a thick tree trunk. Both of his legs were spread apart in a relaxed manner. This figure belonged to a thirteen or fourteen-year-old teenager. Aside from his unusually pale face, the boy had fairly common facial features. His clothes were loose-fitting and a bright shining steel sword was carelessly thrown by his side.

Melanie Collins was the perfect wife—caring, strong, and dependable. For the last few years, she had managed her husband’s messy family, and business alone while waiting for her husband to return from studying abroad. But when he finally came back, Melanie’s world fell apart—he wasn’t alone. Along with him was his 'best' friend. Broken and confused about the change in her husband, Melanie didn’t know where to turn. And then she stumbled into another cold reality. Everything she had believed was a lie. Seething with anger and humiliation, as she tried to come to terms with the betrayal, an unexpected person steps into the picture, intent on seducing her and conquering her. The only problem? The man was her ex brother in law... And against her better judgment, she is attracted to this bad boy... But as Melanie tried to make sense of the changes, she discovered there was more going on than she ever imagined. Had both brothers loved really fallen in love with her? Or was she just a pawn in a bigger game? excerpt Since he had already been leaning against the table, he simply slid onto it, and with one swift motion, he hooked his boot around the leg of her chair and pulled it—pulled her—closer.The sudden movement made her jolt slightly, and when she looked up or rather when she looked ahead, she found herself staring directly at the zipper of his jeans... She looked up then and met his gaze. He caught her chin," Would you like to check if I am only pretending, sweet melon?"Melanie stiffened. And then pushed back her chair suddenly, so that Adam almost lost his balance, as she stood up. Before he could balance himself, she placed her hand on his shoulder, her fingers brushing against his neck.  Adam stiffened, his eyes glittering as he waited to see what she would do next. And she, of course surprised him as her other hand, slowly settled on the inside of his thigh. And then, the hand on his shoulder started to move. Her fingers tracing the side of his neck before lifting as she shot a glance to the corner of his mouth. The little piece of metal glinting there. She flicked at it lightly, barely a touch, but Adam could feel the heat all over his body, as she leaned in close, her lips barely a few centimetres away...so that they could both feel each other's breaths… She smiled slowly then. "Careful, Adam," she murmured, her voice playful, but carrying the unmistakable edge of a challenge. "Keep pushing, and I just might call your bluff."

Ruby was a genius; however, she tragically passed away after falling from the fiftieth floor of her own company's building. When she opened her eyes again, she found herself in an entirely different world. Have you ever heard about the Ghost World? I'm not referring to the world of deceased individuals, but rather a planet. Ruby was shocked when she woke up in the body of an twenty-year-old girl who was already married and had four ghostly husbands. Unfortunately, these husbands didn't love the original owner, and the original owner treated them poorly. The first husband leaned over with a sly smile on his face and said, "You think you can leave me, pretty wife? Nope! Once my eyes catch what I like, I will get it no matter what." The second husband angrily exclaimed, "I hate you, stupid witch! Don't leave me; your stupid husband loves you." The third husband innocently said, "Wife, I made my special soup for you," and proceeded to show bowls filled with blood. The fourth husband gently raised her chin and said, "Wife, I can't believe that with every passing second, minute, and hour, I'm falling for you even more." The fifth husband, who fell in love with her at first sight, looked at the camera and arrogantly smiled. "I fell in love with someone at first sight! Get ready to grab it; I'm throwing ten thousand gems to celebrate," he declared as the camera panned to a room filled with money and treasures. Ruby : "..." Please, someone, make me dead again. Warning: • Reserve Harem • 18+

"You think you can handle my world, Bella?" Leo growled, his eyes blazing with a dangerous intensity as he cornered her. "Once you're in, there’s no way out. I’ll destroy everything you are." Isabella’s breath caught, but she didn’t back down. Her voice was soft but unwavering as she whispered, “Maybe I’m not as fragile as you think. Maybe I want to be destroyed by you.” Leo’s hand gripped her chin, tilting her face up to meet his. “You have no idea what you’re asking for,” he warned, his tone dark and possessive. “I’ll take everything—your innocence, your light. You’ll be mine, completely.” She leaned in closer, her lips barely an inch from his. “Then take it, Leo. Take all of me.” ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* Isabella was beautiful and innocent, with a kind heart and a true desire to help others. Her innocence wasn't because she was naive, but because she chose to see the good in the world, even when she knew about its darker sides. She was quiet, preferring to stay behind the scenes, but when it came to hacking, she was fearless. Her mind worked like a supercomputer, able to break into any system with ease. Leonardo Moretti was the dangerous mafia boss everyone was warned to stay away from. He was cold, ruthless, and didn't seem to care about anything. But everything changed when he found himself unexpectedly married to Isabella, a woman who seemed innocent and weak. What would happen when Leonardo discovered that his new wife was not just any woman, but a super hacker? ⚠️ WARNING ⚠️ - Mature Themes - He Fell First and Harder - 18+ Content - Mafia World - Weak to Strong - Slow burn

“You are the centre of my world.” Miko’s whisper made me tremble. “You have me now, you are not alone anymore. I will protect you unconditionally. Lean on me a little more.” I wanted to, I ached to lose myself in him, but my heart, no, my dream was on the line. Could I survive loving him? I once had a dream- to be a rockstar, an idol. Fame seduced me each night I lay down. When it came, I grabbed its hand and never wanted to let go. What I didn’t expect was who this dream came with. Miko. The love of my life, the person who destroyed me and put me back in place. The person whom I shattered for when he called me beautiful. The person I cannot breathe without. The one person in this world whom I belong to. He saw me, touched me in the deepest parts of me I didn't know existed, and loved all of me. I was too scared to turn towards him; how could it be possible for a person to love someone like this? Enough to risk their deepest desire? All we ever wanted was to love each other. But the world wasn’t ready for us. Or was it me who wasn’t ready for him? *This is a work of fiction BL love story. It's a slow burn, characters are not perfect and this is purely a fictional, not perfect world. *All copyrights of the cover belong to the owner.

“Sigh. After we butcher this final boss, let’s take a long vacation.” Elian Reed squeezed his wife’s hand as a portal flickered before them. “Yes, my love. Let’s win, go home, and spend the next year making love like we’re repopulating a planet,” Bianca Valestra replied. She kissed his cheek, her gaze full of affection. Elian chuckled. His beloved always got playful when she was scared—it helped settle her nerves. They leaned together, forehead to forehead. “For our happy ending.” Hands interlocked, they stepped into the final battle—husband and wife, weapon and villainess. The strongest battle couple humanity ever produced. But Elian didn’t start as a hero. He was a Defect—born without Talent, bullied, forgotten. Until the day the dead villainess saved his life.... And turned him into her golem—a living weapon of steel and will. Through their adventures, they uncover the truth: The Dungeons were only skirmishes—tests in a galactic battle royale spanning thousands of worlds. And Earth had already joined the war fifty years ago. The only path to survival? Butcher your enemies… or be erased. In this chaotic battlefield, can two souls defy fate itself? This is the tale of their meeting. The chronicle of their journey. And the legacy of their triumph.

He narrows his green eyes at me as he leans back, folding his arms across his chest, "We're really going to do this again, aren't we?" "What do you mean?" I ask, annoyed. "This little game where you pretend to hate me, when I really know you're just in love with me," he replies, smirking. I scoff and roll my eyes, "In love?" I laugh loudly, "With you? No. I loathe you." Hating Jordan Gallagher was just so easy... "It's not that I don't believe in love. I just don't think it's meant for people like me."- Jordan Gallagher “Sometimes the people who hurt us the worst are the ones we need the most.”- Elyse Gates

[Mature Content] [18+ Only] [Hidden Relationship] "Do you like what you see?" I asked provocatively, feeling his gaze travel down my bare skin. Christian pushed me onto the bed, leaning over me. I noticed how his eyes darkened with a deep desire. "Yes, Leslie, I like it very much," he replied in a whisper, placing his lips on mine. His kiss sent a wave of fire through my body, making me crave his touch even more. -------------- Twenty-year-old Leslie Moresi is the second daughter of the prestigious Moresi family. While her life may seem glamorous from the outside, the reality is that she is a bird locked in a gilded cage. Controlled and unable to make any of her own decisions, she begins to feel all of the color fade from her life. One day, she attends an important business dinner with her family, where she meets the elusive Christian Vittoria, the most eligible man in the country -- turning her life upside down. So what if he is about to become her brother-in-law? #noharem #hiddenrelationship #smut

In a world where every little girl's dream is to bask in riches and luxury, a young woman, accustomed to a life of pampering, believes she can effortlessly escape the clutches of poverty. Fueled by ambition and entitlement, she pursues her dream with unwavering determination. However, the journey proves far more treacherous than she anticipated, as she faces the harsh realities of sacrifice, humiliation, and loss. As she navigates the treacherous waters of her dreams, the façade of her dream life begins to crumble. Betrayed by her closest friends and cast aside by those she once trusted, she discovers the painful truth: she was merely a substitute in a world that values status over genuine connection. Not that she was genuine in the first place. With nothing to lean on but her inner strength, she makes important decisions that lead her on a transformative path. Through the system which bound to her, she begins a new life, ultimately unlocking a breathtaking potential she never knew she possessed. As she rises from the ashes of her former life, the unexpected arrival of mysterious rewards sets the stage for a thrilling new chapter in her quest for true fulfillment. [DING! You have been rewarded with *******]

He’s cold. He’s cruel. And now… he’s her husband. When Lily's mother falls gravely ill, she makes the ultimate sacrifice: marrying a man she’s never met. Arthur Stark — the ruthless billionaire with a heart carved from ice and a past drenched in blood. He's feared in boardrooms and whispered about in the shadows of the mafia underworld. He’s also her mate. But Arthur Stark doesn’t touch anyone. Not with love. Not with desire. Not even her. And yet… when he leans in, muscles flexing beneath linen, the scent of rain and danger clinging to him — Lily’s breath catches. Her body betrays her. Her mind races with thoughts she never meant to think. He says he doesn’t want her. But monsters lie.

Elara was a high school student the one everyone adored although she smiles and act normal she suffers a pain deep inside .Behind closed doors, Elara cried helplessly with no one to lean on to, her bed and pillow were soaked with tears, she couldn't get up because she felt tired and exhausted of the whole world outside . In the dark all alone she tries to find the light, that will shine her whole world again, soon that life would be fine, that will help her with her broken heart, but what is that light?, who is that light? that will make her smile again. That heart did not break on it's own there is a reason for that heart break, and it will be unwrap one by one this is going to be a story, a love story that will end a tragic one, creating a permanent memory for those who witness it or are involved. In a few years or more, Elara's family will realize that love was not merely an Emotions but a chance to choose each other daily, and Elara's was genuine and pure, they should have supported it and allowed it, but they did not which lead to a tragic ending

Japan – National News Broadcast The polished news anchor sat upright, her gaze sharp as she adjusted the stack of papers before her. The newsroom behind her hummed with quiet urgency, the weight of the moment settling over the broadcast. "Authorities are baffled by a sudden and unexplained surge in sleep-related deaths across Japan," she began, her voice steady yet tense. "More and more citizens are passing away in their sleep without any prior health concerns. Experts are working tirelessly to determine the cause, but no clear explanation has emerged. Authorities urge the public to remain vigilant and report any unusual symptoms before bedtime." A graphic appeared, displaying the spike in fatalities over the past month. Behind her, unsettling photographs flickered across the screen—blurred images of individuals found in their beds, their faces frozen in expressions of terror. The anchor’s tone shifted. "Health officials recommend citizens avoid excessive fatigue and maintain healthy sleep habits. More updates will follow as investigations continue." --- United States – Paranormal Podcast In a dimly lit podcast studio, the host leaned forward, his eyes wide with curiosity. Across from him, a rugged man in a worn flannel shirt, gripping a faded photograph in one hand and a beer can in the other, leaned back in his chair. "So, you're telling me you saw this creature firsthand?" the host asked, clearly intrigued. The man scoffed, shaking his head. "Damn right, I did. Ugly thing had wings bigger than my body—slow but sneaky. Thought it could steal my pigs again, but I was ready this time—camera in one hand, shotgun in the other." He slammed the table for emphasis, then shoved the blurry image toward the host. The photograph depicted a small, red-skinned humanoid figure with large, bat-like wings, its eyes glowing faintly in the darkness. "Spit, the thing didn’t know what hit it when I fired!" the man chuckled, his voice full of excitement. The host held up the picture to the live chat. "Alright, what do you think? Mothman? Demon? Or is our friend here just seeing things?" The chat exploded with theories—some skeptical, others eager for the investigation to continue. --- China – Liangyuan Street Market Surveillance footage from a bustling night market in China captured a chilling scene. A woman in a red qipao walked gracefully through the crowd, her figure striking in the soft glow of lanterns. Suddenly, she paused. Her body flickered—like a glitch in a video—before vanishing completely, as though she had never existed. The footage zoomed in, replaying in slow motion. In the final frame before she disappeared, her face distorted unnaturally, her eyes hollow and empty. The screen cut abruptly to black.

EXCERPT "Do you know what I love about you, Stella?" he whispered, his voice low and dangerous as his eyes darkened with desire. Before she could respond, Simon leaned closer, his breath warm against her neck. Slowly, his fangs emerged, glinting in the dim light. His fingers traced a path along her skin, slipping beneath the fabric of her shirt, sending a shiver through her. "Those pure, innocent doe eyes of yours," he murmured, his voice almost tender, "the way they plead with me, like you think you can stop me." Panic flared in her chest, and she pressed against his firm body, trying to push him away. "Sir, please... I am married. This is wrong—it’s a sin to go after a married woman." His response was a low, rumbling chuckle that sent chills down her spine. It wasn’t just the sound of it; it was the darkness behind it. The amusement in his laughter terrified her. "And I am a sinner, my little fish," he replied, his voice dripping with menace as his eyes flashed with hunger, before sinking his fangs in her neck.

She experiences betray, agony while trying to defeat her worst enemy who is the grandfather of her lover Do you think her lover would choose her over his grandfather ??? Natasha could not stand her father been defeated by the dragon who was once her father's friend but became enemies in the blink of an eye. Despite her pregnant state, she rose up and attacked the dragon who threw her against the wall and immediately she fell unconscious. By the time she woke up, she saw her father lying on the floor almost dead, she looked to see if the dragon was anywhere around there but he was gone. Natasha rushed to her father who was already losing his life, but it seems he was whispering something, she leaned closer. ****************************

After losing both parents, Clara Morgan was taken in by the Windsor family—a household bound to her by an arranged childhood marriage pact. On graduation day, she witnessed Ethan Windsor, the heir she’d secretly loved for years, entangled with the prom queen in the home. Without a word, she walked away. Years later, fueled by quiet vengeance, Clara joined Hartwell Enterprises as the personal secretary to Sebastian Hartwell—the Imperial City’s most ruthless billionaire and its most untouchable bachelor. The night she succeeded in seducing him, regret flooded her. She sobbed and begged, but Sebastian refused to relent. He wired a million dollars into her account. "$1,000,000. Choose between contraception and abortion." Clara swallowed her tears. "Thank you, Mr. Hartwell." When Clara later tried to resign, Sebastian's jaw ticked. "Walk through that door,"he hissed, leaning across the desk, " I'll turn your entire existence into a goddamn nightmare." Then came the tabloid scandal: photos of Sebastian kneeling in pouring rain to tie Clara’s shoelaces, his designer suit drenched. His assistant asked, "Shall we bury the headlines?" Sebastian’s reply was ice-cold. "Pay every outlet to keep it trending—until she agrees to be my wife."

"You know what a good girl would have done? A good girl would have stayed home instead of sneaking out of her father's compound just to get a man to fuck her. A good girl wouldn't have stabbed a man like me with a pen. And most of all, a good girl wouldn't be turned on by holding a gun to a man's chest." I lean closer to her. "You're no good girl, Ivanna." "You… you're wrong." "Go on then. Come on. Pull the trigger." *** My name is Ivanna. I am the daughter of Misha Sidorov, the head of the Krasnoyarsk Bratva. I have just graduated and I’m about to go to college. My life is perfect until Sergio Sakharov comes into the picture. He is the darkness itself. He reigns over the entire Sakharov family and by extension, the Dvina River Vory Bratva. His word is law, and his desire is absolute. Everything changes in a split second when he steals me away and holds prisoner in Tyva, a bride for his only heir. But Sergio doesn’t take no for an answer. He always gets whatever he wants and against all reason, he claims me for himself instead. He thinks I’m the perfect match for his desires and he is determined to keep me close, even if I fight him at every turn. Except, I’m no helpless pawn. I’m not innocent. I have tasted his dark side, and I want more. The don himself, the man they call the Volkov of Dvina River appeals to me in the most sinful of ways. His wickedness draws me in, and when he decides that he wants me, I’m helpless. I can’t resist him, even if it means giving myself to him. He may think he has power over me and can control me every step of the way, but I’m about to show him who the real boss is.

Author-san here! Well, I know you're all here for some adventure, so don't worry. I've got you covered! (^0^)  This is my original work, and I know you all will like it. So shamelessly lean back into your seats and read away!  Of course, don't forget to check out my other books: •I'm The King Of Technology. •Host, Please Be Honest! What Exactly Are You? •And finally: 'In A Cultivation World With An Entertainment Park.' You can also visit my website for more books: https://LumydeeNovels.Gumroad.com/ Well, that's enough of that. So back to the synopsis! ...... What to do? Ji Feng suddenly found himself in the body of a youngster named Wolfram Lockhart, the son of the deceased village head. Okay. So he transmigrated. That, he could live it.  But please... Can anyone tell him why he transmigrated with such a crazy system by his side? [Host, it looks like your uncle is heading your way. Hahahhahaha~... Host, you're about to get butchered. This is fun to watch!] '_' [Host, host, where are you going? So what if you're as weak as a chicken? Come on, dive into the battle. What's the worst that can happen?] '_' [Wait! Host, where are you doing? The battlefield is that way! Host! Host! Host!.. Dammit! What a waste of heavenly popcorn!] (:T^T:) .... One boy, one unbelievable system.  Ji Feng... No!... Wolfram Lockhart... now found himself in the strange world of Grandia, starting from the weakest level ever... A mortal! In this world of palladium, Sky ranking abilities, and Creatures of myths and legends, Wolfram only had one domain from it all.  With his head to the heavens and his little man out of his pants, he was quick to spray his fluid while raining uncountable curses at them.  Why? Why in God's name did they send him a Suicidal system?

The screen flickers. The camera turns on. A young hooded man sat on his desk. dim LED lights casting eerie shadows across the room. The man leans in, adjusting the mic with a familiar grin. " hi everyone, Kia here, if you are new to this channel, i explore the darkest corners of the human experience" " real people, real stories, we will be diving into the chilling accounts of people who have survived paranormal encounters or....at least, left a message...." " Haunted houses, disappearance, death- Kia shall tell them all" " oh, and before we start, let me tell you, you may think they sound unrealistic but if you think carefully, " the story is very human"

Pain. That's all I could process at first. Not the "stubbed my toe" kind of pain, but the "someone used my body as a punching bag" variety. Every nerve screamed in protest as consciousness dragged me back from wherever I'd been floating. 'Where the hell am I?' My eyes wouldn't open properly. Everything felt wrong - the air smelled different, tasted metallic on my tongue. The surface beneath me wasn't a hospital bed. Too hard. Too rough. "He's waking up." A woman's voice, soft but strange. Accented in a way I couldn't place. "Finally. Three days is a long time, even for sky-people." Another voice, older, male. 'Sky-people?' I forced my eyes open and immediately wished I hadn't. The woman leaning over me had gray skin. Not sick-gray, but actually gray, like stone. Glowing white tattoos traced patterns across her face and arms, pulsing gently with her heartbeat.

I couldn't help but chuckle as I leaned against a tree, arms casually folded across my chest. Listening to their bold declarations of becoming the greatest hero made me shake my head in amusement. "You haven't even taken your first steps on this journey, and already you're dreaming of being the best," I said, letting out a sigh. "You guys are nothing but a bunch of fools." My gaze swept over them, a mix of disbelief and pity flashing in my eyes. "If you keep your heads in the clouds like this, you’re going to get yourselves killed." A smirk played on my lips as I turned away, leaving their stunned faces behind. As I walked off, Harvey's words echoed in my mind. "Jealousy," he had accused, his voice taunting me. I tried to brush off the bitter sting that crept up on me, but it lingered nonetheless. I paused for a moment, the faint echo of laughter bubbling up from my chest. "Jealousy, huh?" I muttered with a wry grin before continuing my path.