Cheongsam Jacket

[Intelligence 1: In the trash can outside the wholesale market, there is an iced black tea bottle cap that can be scanned into an iPhone worth 4,399 yuan! ] [Intelligence 2: In the trash can at the entrance of the village in the city, there is a Longines Mini Dolce Vita series ladies watch worth 13,300 yuan in the interlayer of a light green women's down jacket! ] [Intelligence 3: The enamel basin you eat in will usher in a wave of traffic in the next week, and the price will skyrocket! It is recommended to stock up! ] [Intelligence 4: The coconut snail in the water tank of the Pangge Seafood Barbecue Stall in the village in the city contains a Melo Pearl worth 120,000 yuan! ] [Intelligence 5: A certain payment software can enjoy a 20% cash reduction for any transaction between 14:35 and 14:40 in the afternoon! ] [Intelligence 6: The beef rolls sold in the live broadcast room of a fitness anchor are synthetic beef, and you can get a compensation of 10 times the price of fake ones. ] [Intelligence: 7: A cold wave will appear in a week and last for a whole month. The price of fox and raccoon fur will rise sharply. It is recommended to stock up! ] [Intelligence 8: This year, Jiangjiazhuang has good weather and good harvests. Sweet potatoes will have a super bumper harvest, and the price will rise steadily! ] [Intelligence 9: A beef cattle sold in the livestock market has a natural bezoar weighing 1,000 grams! ] [Intelligence 10: Xiaoshahe Urban Village will be demolished in half a year! ] Relying on various money-making intelligence provided by the daily intelligence system. Jiang Tao has gradually achieved financial freedom from debt!

A cynical 21st-century historian, contemptuous of the Soviet Union's collapse, is inexplicably reborn as Gennady Yanayev in the heart of Moscow, August 1991. Armed with future knowledge and a ruthless determination, he hijacks the impending coup, not to preserve a dying system, but to forge a new, terrifyingly efficient Soviet superpower poised for global domination.

The Silver Python Cheongsam, an heirloom, inexplicably came to life one day...

In a world where faith fuels power and Divinity separates legends from mortals, Saints are the last line of defense against a rising tide of evil — demons, warlocks, witches, vampires, and other creatures birthed from shadows and sin. At the heart of this holy war stands Saint Academy, the most elite institution on Earth where chosen youths are trained to become divine warriors. But entry into this world is reserved for the powerful... and the privileged. Until now. Damien Gray, a 15-year-old boy from the slums, has nothing — except a brave heart, a worn-out hooded jacket, and a flicker of Divinity so dim it's almost invisible. Ranked Zadkiel, the lowest of the seven ranks, he is mocked, dismissed, and unwanted. But everything changes when Damien saves a family during a supernatural battle between a powerful warlock and the strongest Saint alive — John Davis, a Michael-ranked legend. Impressed by Damien’s courage, John secretly sponsors him into Saint Academy. Now thrust into a world of golden towers, cruel elites, and divine expectations, Damien must prove he belongs — not just to the Academy, but to the heavens themselves. The Divinity Ranking System: Michael (White Divinity): The apex of sainthood. Near-godlike power. Gabriel (Blue): Exceptionally rare. Masters of advanced miracles. Raphael (Green): Highly respected. Elite healers and combatants. Uriel (Gold): Skilled and battle-hardened saints. Jophiel (Yellow): Promising students with strong potential. Camael (Pink): Basic level with average abilities. Zadkiel (Violet): The weakest level, barely above a normal human. Most students struggle to rise even one rank. Few ever touch Raphael. Only one has ever reached Michael — John Davis. And now, Damien wants to surpass him. With his mother’s love as his anchor, divine power awakening within, and enemies waiting to crush him, Damien sets out to climb the sacred ladder. But the Academy holds secrets. And some doors should never be opened... Will Damien rise, or will the fire of fate consume him first?

Mature[R–18+] In the hidden corridors of power where desire and danger intertwine, Valeria Ivanov—the beguiling daughter of a notorious mafia don—learns that seduction is her deadliest weapon. Tasked with a mission that pits her against the equally formidable Adrian DeLuca, the enigmatic heir of a rival crime family, she enters a world where every whispered promise and stolen touch could be fatal. Adrian, a master strategist renowned for his icy reserve, finds himself drawn to her intoxicating blend of danger and seduction, his calculated facade slowly melting beneath the heat of their forbidden encounters. As secret trysts evolve into nights of raw, unbridled passion, the boundaries between duty and lust blur. Every clandestine rendezvous is a battle between their relentless ambition and the exquisite pleasure of surrendering to temptation. Amid the decadent backdrop of blood-soaked loyalty and whispered betrayals, Valeria struggles with the growing conflict between her mission and the irresistible allure of a love that promises both ecstasy and ruin. In a world where trust is as fragile as a whispered secret and every caress could conceal a knife, Beneath the Crimson Veil is an erotic journey into the depths of passion, power, and betrayal. Here, the price of desire is steep, and the stakes are life and death—leaving both hearts and empires forever transformed by the flames of a forbidden love. Excerpt: The dim glow of the city lights cast jagged shadows across Adrian’s sharp features as he leaned against the edge of his desk, arms crossed, his gaze a storm of suspicion and something darker—something far more dangerous. Valeria stood across from him, her expression an intoxicating mix of defiance and amusement. She had perfected the art of playing innocent, but tonight, something in Adrian’s eyes made her heart pound in warning. “You’re up to something,” he said, voice low and measured, like the edge of a blade pressing against silk. She arched a brow, taking slow, deliberate steps toward him, her heels clicking against the hardwood floor. “Oh?” she mused, tilting her head. “And what exactly am I up to, amore mio?” Adrian’s jaw tightened. “You tell me.” A slow smirk curled her lips as she invaded his space, her fingers lightly grazing the lapel of his jacket. “You don’t have proof.” His eyes darkened, flicking down to where her fingers toyed with the fabric. “I don’t need proof,” he murmured. “I see it in your eyes. The way you watch me. Like you’re calculating your next move.” Valeria chuckled, the sound soft, teasing. “And here I thought you were the one watching me.” She dragged her nails lightly down his chest, feeling the way his muscles tensed beneath his tailored suit. “You want proof?” His hand shot out, gripping her wrist, but his touch wasn’t rough—it was deliberate, commanding. “Yes.” His voice dropped lower, nearly a whisper. “Prove it.” The challenge hung between them, thick with tension. Her pulse hammered in her throat, but she didn’t hesitate. She reached up, her fingers threading into his dark hair as she closed the space between them, her lips grazing his—soft, testing, before she deepened it.

Tang Yaoyao's acting career was approaching an end after she'd been silenced to death by the big boss. She refused to believe it and went to look for her biological elder brother. "Big Bro, I'm your younger sister who's been away for many years, shall we acknowledge each other?" She'd thought she only had one elder brother, but as it turned out, she had her Second Bro, Third Bro, Fifth Bro, Sixth Bro... since then, she'd been doted on immensely by all of them. Hold on! Wasn't this the big boss who killed her? Xiao Jinhan forced her to a corner. "Have I told you before that my illness can only be cured by you, hmm?" But how was his illness supposed to be cured!? Everyone knew that Fourth Master Xiao hated women, especially the seductive type like Tang Yaoyao. Until one day, the paparazzi managed to capture shots of Fourth Master Xiao descending from his throne. He'd put on a jacket for that little seductress and patiently coaxed her, "Be good, we'll need a stunt double for intimate scenes." Tang Yaoyao sounded high and mighty, however. "The keyboard has been damaged by you kneeling on it." Fourth Master responded dotingly, "We'll get another and I'll continue kneeling." The internet went mad over this news!

"You're mine. And I don't think you wanna go against that." Her eyes dangerously darkened. He gulped, and nodded a yes. --- Everybody has a story. And sometimes, these stories go unnoticed and untold. Even if it's that hard-core and determined badass girl from the school or the one who stays hidden in the shadows with books piled up right in front of him. In a normal high school filled with players, jocks, Heartbreakers and badass personalities, a boy with blue eyes, gel soaked brown hair and adorable face gets claimed by the most feared girl in leather jackets. Lucas Clark was not your average teenage boy. Mean it, he was not. All around you could see boys of his age probably flirting, playing games, hanging out with friends and throwing parties like their life depended on them. But he was a nerd. He was a straight A student. And she was the bad girl of the school, Claire Cooper. When one meet turns out to be Claire claiming him hers, he is left devastated and knowing that not to mess with "The Claire Cooper", Lucas has no option but to give in. And when the complications arise, they are shattered but they find themselves in a better place than when he felt like he was practically being attacked by the bad girl of the school.

If the world hadn’t already ended, Warren Smith would’ve become a serial killer. He was built for it cold, precise, methodical. Not driven by rage or trauma, but by a hunger for control. A creature of discipline and detachment. In the old world, he would’ve been studied. Hunted. Locked away. But the old world is long gone. Centuries ago, something broke everything broke. Civilization collapsed under its own weight, swallowed by unchecked ambition, mass failure, and rot. The cities fell. The satellites died. People learned to fear silence because silence meant they’d been forgotten. And then, hundreds of years later, came the System. Sold as a cure. Marketed as salvation. A new architecture to stitch the ruins back together. Embedded in human minds through chips and fragments, it offered power, skills, survival. It promised to lift the desperate into something more than just broken survivors. It lied. The System was never built to save anyone. It was a leash. A filter. A machine designed to manage what was left not fix it. It turned people into data. Into stats. Into expendable roles with preset fates. But Warren wasn’t part of that design. He’s what the System missed. What it couldn’t see. An Aberrant unregistered, unreadable, ungovernable. He moves through the shattered world not as a man, but as something becoming legend. A ghost in the mist. The silence before the violence. He doesn’t crave recognition. He doesn’t ask for power. He takes it quietly, completely, and without permission. Because Warren doesn’t survive the System. He dissects it. And what he builds from its broken parts is entirely his own. Even in a world of collapse and cruelty he’s the one thing still coming for Yellow Jacket is a post-apocalyptic, cyberpunk, stat-driven, hard sci-fi series with: a brutal anti-hero deep system mechanics cat-fueled chaos and a world built on lies.

The Real Hero The concrete felt colder at night. It pressed against Jay’s back, hard and unyielding, as if the city itself wanted to remind him that he didn’t belong. He pulled his jacket tighter, thin as it was, and tried to ignore the ache in his stomach—a hunger that had become as familiar as his own name. People passed by, eyes averted. Sometimes they muttered, “Get a job,” or “Why don’t you fix yourself?” as if he hadn’t tried. As if he hadn’t filled out dozens of applications, only to be told he didn’t have the right address, the right phone, the right look. As if he hadn’t stood in line at shelters, hoping for a bed, or waited at soup kitchens, hoping for a meal. He’d done everything he could. He’d swallowed his pride, asked for help, tried to keep hope alive in a world that seemed determined to snuff it out. But the system was a maze with no exit, and every door he found was locked tight. Still, every morning, Jay woke up and faced the day. He found a way to keep going, even when the weight of it all threatened to crush him. He found small reasons—a smile from a stranger, the warmth of the sun on his face, the memory of better days. He found ways to cope, ways to survive, even when survival felt like the hardest thing in the world. People judged him for how he coped, for the choices he made just to get through another day. But they didn’t see the courage it took to keep trying, to keep breathing, to keep living in a world that seemed to have no place for him. At the end of the day, Jay knew the truth: The real heroes weren’t the ones with money or power, the ones who looked away and pretended not to see. The real heroes were the ones who kept going, who kept fighting, who refused to give up, even when they had nothing left. And then, something changed. Jay started sharing his story with others who were struggling, not just with words but with actions—offering a blanket, a kind word, a moment of understanding. He showed that real kindness wasn’t about a camera or a headline; it was about seeing people, really seeing them, and caring enough to act. His message spread, one person at a time, creating a chain reaction of genuine kindness and care. People started helping each other, not for applause, not for a show, but because they finally understood what it meant to be human. Jay couldn’t help but think of all the so-called “kindness” he’d seen on TV, the staged generosity and choreographed smiles. Ellen DeGeneres, for example—did you ever stop and think maybe your show got canceled because the world needs real change, not just reel change? Maybe people are finally waking up to the fact that what we need isn’t a feel-good segment, but a movement of real compassion. As Jay watched the city lights flicker in the darkness, he realized that surviving wasn’t about fixing himself. It was about refusing to be broken by a world that didn’t care, and about inspiring others to do the same. It was about holding on, no matter what, and finding hope in the smallest of things—and in each other. That, he decided, was what it really meant to be alive. He can't afford to pay attention... and he did, what's your excuse?! it's not about who you help Ellen you've helped so many people right? who did you ignore!? and yet I'm called crazy you claim you want to help people but then the people who actually need your help you avoid at the request of people you don't even question y!!! wh

***“Drakon—” “Say it again,” I growled, biting the lobe of her ear. Her real name for me, the one she’d whispered the night we'd spent together in New Orleans—not “Dragon,” but the Creole curse that meant storm-bringer. She gasped, her hips grinding against me. “Asshole—” I groaned, capturing her mouth once more. The kiss was a match to kerosene, igniting a fire that threatened to consume us both. Her hands fisted in my hair, lips parting with a gasp I swallowed whole, a taste of lemongrass and rebellion. She tasted like rage and every bad decision I’d ever craved—and Dios mío (My God), I was drowning in her. *** --- In the swamp-rotted heart of Alabama, Drucilla Drakes survives by two rules: stay silent, stay scarred, and never let Louise—her Bible-thumping, belt-wielding captor—catch her hoping for more. But when a schoolyard ambush leaves her bleeding under a stranger’s leather jacket, invisibility becomes a death sentence. Enter Dragon Morales, New Orleans’ most notorious runaway—a cartel prince turned outlaw mechanic with gasoline-stained knuckles and a bounty on his head. He doesn’t do heroics; he does survival. But when he finds Dru in a ditch, her back lashed raw and eyes blazing hellfire, he sees a mirror of his own damned soul. And he can’t look away. Their bond is a lit fuse. Dragon’s father—Colombia’s cartel kingpin—wants Dru dead. Louise, armed with voodoo rituals and the wrath of Marinette, the loa who feasts on chaos, wants her broken. The only allies? The Lou Nwa, a bayou biker gang trading in bullets and black magic, and Papa Legba, the crossroads spirit who offers Dru a deal: “Her soul or yours.” But the bayou’s traps are relentless: - Dragon’s father hunts his son with a price on his head. - Big Danni, Dru’s estranged uncle and Lou Nwa leader, demands loyalty as his gang fractures. - Marinette’s magic twists allies into puppets, their strings slick with swamp rot. And then there’s Dragon—hands that mend engines and break bones, lips that taste like whiskey and run. He swears he’s too ruined to love her. Dru knows she’s too shattered to let him. But in the swamp’s choking heat, where bullets sing and loas whisper, desire is a grenade neither one can dodge. As they blaze through the Deep South’s underbelly—cursed bayous, cartel blood feuds, and safehouses reeking of betrayal—they’ll face more than bullets. Dark magic seeps into old wounds. Family secrets unravel like nooses. And the line between protector and predator shatters. Dru doesn’t need saving. She needs fire. And Dragon? He’s got a lighter, a death wish, and a heart that won’t quit beating for her. **Warning:** This is not a fairytale. It’s bayou smoke and switchblade kisses, saints and sinners colliding where the road meets the ruin. Contains graphic violence, explosive passion, and a love story that burns hotter than a Molotov in a meth lab. Will they raze the South to ashes? Or become the sacrifice the crossroads demands?

hate you." I gasp,clutching his leather jacket as his hand squeezes my ass. "The feeling is mutual." Then he crushes his lips against mine,making me forget my name. ------------- In my world,veltrith dominion,I am only my parents and my older sister's younger sister. But that changes when I am forced to marry the boy I hate. I become a fiancée,then a wife. My secret becomes hard to hide. The Secret that I am a dragon. A girl that weirds magic. In veltrith Dominion,I ought to be killed along with my family. But I am good at hiding it. when everything begins to unravel and tensions rise,I have no option but to work with my enemy to survive. It would be simple if my heart knew not to change course and start falling in love with him. A system where gods do nothing but their silence demands obedience. People pray with terror in their hearts- out of fear not out of love- for survival. Nobles fight among themselves while the commoners bleed for bread. Magic,the one thing that could free humanity is punished by brutal death. Faith is currency and yet,those who believe the most are poor. And betrayal is from within. Welcome to Veltrith Dominion.

My fingers twitch with rage as I tilt my head at him. " Don't let yourself become the monster your mother wa---" His head lays bare on the floor with blood dripping out . My smirk widens as I scrape the blood against his jacket . "Poor thing , didn't even let you have your last wish , due to your foul mouth,love your style though " My foot strangles his body as i walk out.

Elaine Monroe never meant to fall in love with him. She never meant for her heart to betray her like this. But as she watches him stand beside another, hand resting on the waist of the woman he’s meant to be with, she wonders if she was always destined to be the outsider. "You knew," she says, voice barely above a whisper. "You knew how I felt." His jaw tightens, but he doesn’t deny it. He never does. "It wouldn’t have changed anything," he finally says. She laughs bitterly. "I know." Loving him was always impossible. He belonged to someone else. To his family’s expectations. To a future where Elaine had no place. "Forget whatever you think you feel," he tells her, voice firm, but there’s something unspoken in his eyes—something that makes it hurt even more. "It will never happen." And yet, his gaze lingers, just for a second too long. Then there’s her best friend—the one who stands beside her when the world turns its back. The one who sees her pain without asking. "You don’t have to do this to yourself," he says, handing her his jacket on a cold night. "You deserve more than waiting for someone who will never be yours." She wants to believe him. She wants to move forward. But some loves are impossible to forget. Some wounds never truly heal. And some desires, no matter how forbidden, refuse to die. _____ "loving him best decision i ever made" Elaine "you are my world"

My name's Anneriche Saggi,I'm the first child and daughter of my mom. I have two siblings,Tae Saggi and Mai Saggi,I'm 22 years old,Mai is 20 and Tae is 18. When my parents got divorced Mai and Tae followed dad while I went with Mom,but I'm pretty sure I'm a pain in her neck. Mai do visit,she is now a model, also,she brings gift for us. I see happiness on mom's face when she sees Mai. So girly and cute while I looked like a boiled potato in denim jacket and washed jeans. I always wished I could make mom happy the way Mai did. I wasn't so girly,a little above average in studies,like C's,D's and maybe f's sometimes? hehe.. Mom: "glare"(⁠*⁠_⁠*⁠) Okay!! Maybe a little below average,I played a lot,watch a lot animes but common! Who doesn't love anime,tch!. And..I lose my job way too easily,I get into troubles,so.. it's understandable why mom's favourite child is Mai. My interview is by 9:00 am,but it is 8:67 am at the moment. Mom: glare (⁠*⁠_⁠*⁠) Little did I know that getting this job would be the beginning of my disaster and my life would be a roller coaster.

she had hidden her identity from others wanting to live a simple university life but meets the wolf in a sheep clothing will he eat her alive or let her live . . . . inside the story:- (In a drunken state) "I hate him ...sob sob i ii won't love him anymore can't I live my life as I want " she said crying and stumbling around as she was totally sloshed He said wiping her tears and took her in his arms"Shh don't cry u shouldn't cry do u want me to help you " By listening his gentle voice she looked from his arms to his face and she said while staring at his dark brown eyes"professor will you help me? " "ofcourse" he said bringing her to her room and placing on bed and he leaned over to remove her jacket but she catch his hand and pulled him close by sudden action he fell over her and their lips suddenly met and after sometime she said "professor if I tell u tooo be my fake boyfriend ,will u help me ? " a glint flashed through his eyes and he smiled gently and said "ofcourse since I earlier said I'll help you I'll definitely help you" "then u have to act properly in front of them to be my boyfriend" "hmm how should I act? " "you you should care about me, pick me up and drop me, you should live with me,you should cook for me,sleep with me and stay with me and also u have to give daily kisses on morning and night I think this will be enough" he chuckled and pull her up from bed and make her sit on his lap and said "there is no need to tell you this to me even without saying I will do this " after a moment he said"since I'm your boyfriend so I can kiss you right? hmm?" There was a silence she didn't know what to say since she was in her drunken state so she was little in daze and was about to say something but before her lips parted he said "since you aren't saying anything I'll take it as yes "the her mouth was covered by his and she couldn't even take breath in it after a long time when she was going to be dizzy she heard in her sleep a gentle and smiley tone" I was waiting for this day to come I'm happy to have you by my side now and u can't leave me okay? " Now will our rabbit will be eaten by bad wolf or our bad wolf will show more faces of him to eat rabbit? for knowing that u have to read the story and what happens between them? Don't worry I'll make sure that you guys like my story...

(New chapter every Friday at 7:00 pm central) 110 floors. One way up. No second chances. In Naseri Tower, only the strongest rise and only the bold survive. Fighters start with points and must enter martial arts tournaments to ascend through 100 floors of martial art tournaments, all in pursuit of fame, power, and to face one of the three champions in front of a crowd of thousands to claim the title that shows you are the strongest in the world. Victory earns you points. Defeat drains them. Hit zero, and you're out forever. Leave the Tower, and you can never return as a fighter as well. Daichi Girubō, 17, isn’t climbing for glory, he’s climbing to find his brother who disappeared into the Tower ten years ago and became one of its three legendary Champions. Akihiko Girubō All Daichi carries is the old jacket his brother gave him… and the promise to return it, after he defeats Akihiko.

SYNOPSIS He has billions in the bank but no one knows his name. To the world, Eliot Kane is just a broke barista with a crooked smile and a motorbike that rattles louder than his past. But behind the scratched leather jacket and fake debts, he's the runaway heir to a global empire—choosing anonymity over luxury to uncover the truth behind his father's death. Enter Rina Maxwell—fiercely independent, brilliant, and determined to rise from the ruins of her family’s fall from grace. When she meets Eliot, sparks fly and tempers clash. She thinks he's just another charming slacker with no ambition. He thinks she's too proud to ask for help—even when the world crumbles beneath her feet. But secrets don’t stay buried forever. And when Eliot's truth collides with Rina’s struggle, love and loyalty are put to the ultimate test. How long can a billionaire hide in plain sight... before the world—and his heart—demand the truth? ---

The 'retired' commander of a special forces secret service organisation doesn't realise the business world is as firce as the battle field though no bullets are flying overhead. When he encounters the immovable stoic female lead by chance, his icy heart thawed, and he suddenly became a doting tsundere willing to flip tables on her behalf! "Let me do all the dirty work for you," he's always saying. However, our female lead is driven by revenge against a certain underground association, and will not be sidetracked! "Look, I got you this bunny hat. It's so cute!" "If you like it so much, why don't you wear it yourself. Please maintain your distance, sir," "It's cold. Here, have my jacket," "I'm fine. Please keep your composure, sir," "A nice restaurant just opened. Let's be their first customers!" "Do I look like an idiot to you? I know what you are aiming at. Sir, please leave now," But the overbearing CEO is not someone that gives up easily! "I like you!" "There are four billion women on earth. You can continue trying. I'm sorry I have to refuse," Yet later... "Everything. Give everything to me. Including you, sir, that is"

"Special delivery," he called. Amber rushed to help, taking the box while he shrugged off his jacket. Their fingers brushed during the handoff, and she nearly dropped the cake. "Careful there," Rawls said, his hand touching hers again to steady the box. "This cake cost more than my first car." Claire laughed. "Dad, everything costs more than that old truck you had." Amber carried the cake to the kitchen, grateful for a moment alone to calm her racing heart. She placed the box on the counter and took deep breaths. "Get it together," she whispered to herself. "He's your best friend's dad. Stop being weird." But her heart wouldn't listen. It never had. Amber Ryan has always been the quiet, dependable one—the girl who never crossed lines or broke hearts. But for years, she’s harbored a forbidden secret: she’s in love with her best friend’s father, Rawls Benedict. Now, no longer a teenager and no longer willing to silence her feelings, Amber is ready to confront the truth. But what begins as a quiet yearning threatens to erupt into chaos. One confession could destroy the friendship she treasures, unravel the trust she’s built, and expose secrets that were meant to stay buried. As emotions run high and old loyalties fracture, Amber must decide if risking everything for love is worth the wreckage it might leave behind.

"Lost in Flames, Found in Dark" Some love stories don’t begin with hello. They begin after the end. She was once the light in someone’s storm — wild, warm, unforgettable. Then, in a single moment, Shruti vanished. No note. No clues. Only a silence that shattered the hearts left behind. He searched for her like a man possessed. Burned down every lie, bled for every truth — until all that remained was rage... and a love too deep to bury. Years passed. And somewhere far from the wreckage of the life she once knew, a girl opened her eyes in a hospital bed. Her name was different. Her reflection — unfamiliar. But the ache in her soul? The flashes of another life? All too real. A scar she doesn’t remember getting. A voice she still hears in her dreams. And eyes — cold, broken, beautiful — that feel like home. He doesn't know her. Not anymore. But something in him stirs when she’s near. A storm. A memory. A promise not yet fulfilled. As their worlds collide once more, past and present bleed into one. The girl who shouldn't exist remembers a life no one believes. And the boy who lost everything now stands at the edge of rediscovery… and ruin. This isn’t just a second chance. It’s fate demanding what death tried to steal. Love. Longing. Pain. Fire. And a mystery that binds their souls beyond lifetimes. Because some hearts never stop searching. Some memories refuse to fade. And some love stories are written in scars. --- SNEAK PEEK The night air was sharper than she'd expected, and the thin fabric of her top did nothing to help—but she’d already refused his jacket with full drama ten minutes ago. Pride came before comfort, apparently. From the couch behind her, Dhruv watched in silence. Head slightly tilted, fingers resting near his lips. He didn’t comment. Yet. “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” she muttered. “A little,” he admitted. She rolled her eyes, still facing the balcony. “This is where a gentleman offers warmth. Maybe a hot drink. Or, you know... human decency.” “You rejected the jacket and the blanket. Can’t save you from yourself.” She opened her mouth to sass back, “Unbelievable.” Before she could finish being annoyed, she felt him. He was behind her—close. His body heat rolled into her back like a slow, deliberate wave. She gasped softly, more out of surprise than cold. His hands slid into hers with quiet certainty, wrapping them up gently. Then, his arms circled around her waist, pulling her lightly against him. Her breath caught as his chest pressed warmly against her back, the thin fabric of her top doing nothing to shield her from the way his warmth spread over her skin. “Dhruv!” she gasped, her voice half protest, half flustered mess. Her words scrambled as he leaned a little closer, breath grazing the side of her neck. “Better?” he asked, low and completely unaffected.

(Please feel free to give me feedback or give me any tips on how I can do better!!!) In a world where Demons torment humans, there's a society known as the C.X that brings in people to take care of and train to be Xorcist and people to support them the Sister's. Xorcist are humans who are all born on October the tenth which; when they are born there Exorcising power are so potent they can even defeat a mere exorcist at birth. Those humans who have that much power are to be named Xorcist A girl named Xinia whose life is meant to be an Xorcist, she will find many allies and go through many adventures to the final enemy. The only question is...Will she die, not accepting that person's defeat? Characters descriptions- Xinia: A caucasian woman with dark brown puffy hair and is wearing a big purple long trenched coated jacket Sasha: A caucasian woman with blonde long hair and is always wearing blue pearl earrings Xavier: African American kid with wearing glasses on with giant puffy hair Ashley: A caucasian woman with long black hair with a all red sweater on Xander: A serious looking African American man with dreads Pan: A caucasian boy with black spiky hair and is wearing glasses Ms. Flores: A middle aged African American who always wear a black men's suit on Kelly: A caucasian 15 year old girl with a purple raggedy shirt on

A world where killing is the only way to happiness. One kid decides to end this way of living and joins a mysterious stranger who’s a killing pro and journey to find and kill the person known as the 1,000, the person who decided this country’s law Characters descriptions- Milan-A small brown skinned kid with small laid down hair, he wears a black shirt on top of a gray and black jacket Ryan-A medium sized silvered blue spiky haired caucasian male who always carries his knife Tana-A hispanic female with long black hair who always have her sniper behind her back Romalia-A silvered blue long haired caucasian female with a black and white commander suit on 1,000-A light skin middle aged woman who always wear a white suit on

A young woman's life is turned upside down when her ex, Chris, suddenly reappears. Chris is the ruthless and cunning boss of a powerful mafia organization, with a reputation for getting what he wants, no matter the cost. As they rekindle their intense and passionate relationship, she is drawn back into a world of luxury and danger, where the lines between loyalty and obsession are blurred. But as Chris's true intentions are revealed, she must decide whether to surrender to her desires and become embroiled in his criminal empire, or to fight for her freedom and risk everything. With her loyalty to her friends and her own sense of self-worth hanging in the balance, she must navigate the treacherous landscape of Chris's world and confront the secrets of their past in order to survive. Excerpt: "What are you..." I started to ask, but Chris locked his lips with mine, cutting off my words. It was an angry kiss, like he was pouring his frustration into me. I tried to struggle, but he held me tighter and deepened the kiss. I eventually gave up, knowing it was futile. He let go of my lips, and I could feel a sting on my mouth. I saw a bite mark on his lip as well. We looked at each other, and I could feel the tension growing in the car. We were alone, with me on top of him, and our faces inches apart. Before I knew it, our lips touched again, but this time it was different - it was slow and sensual. I moaned as his tongue started to explore my mouth, and the kiss inevitably deepened. I closed my eyes and surrendered to the feeling, my hands roaming his chest as his hands went under my shirt and rubbed my bare back. I started to feel hot all over and pulled my jacket away. He trailed his lips to my collarbone and sucked on it. When I started to move my hips over his already hardened bulge, he held my legs to stop me. "No," he said, his voice restrained. Still in the fog of the moment, I asked in a whisper, "What?" My breath came in pants, just like his. He replied, "Let's stop here, princess, or we'll do the other thing you talked about." It took me a second to understand, and when I did, I immediately got off his lap and returned to my seat. My mind went to Sarah, and I realized I couldn't come clean to her now. I glared at Chris, who smirked at me and started driving again.

Li Qiang worked as a doctor at a gynecology clinic near a textile factory. Just as he was about to close for the day, a young married woman walked in. The married woman wore a white cheongsam that accentuated her curvy, sensuous figure, with her long legs accentuated by the high heels she wore, and her face was captivatingly beautiful with a sexy and mature allure. "I... My 'down there' feels a bit uncomfortable,"

“Rate that one,” Ethan whispered, sidling up to me as I tried to swallow my frustration. He gestured toward another girl walking by with her father—a tall man with a belly that strained his too-small suit jacket. “Girl’s a solid six,” Ethan murmured, barely holding back his grin. “Dad? Three. No, wait. Two-point-five. Those shoes are a crime.” “Piss off,” I hissed, though the corner of my mouth twitched. Teely joined him, holding two champagne flutes, one of which she offered to me. “You look like you need it.” “Gee, thanks,” I muttered, downing the drink in one go. It didn’t help. Teely laughed softly. “Relax, Luca. You’ll survive this. Probably.” “Only because I haven’t strangled anyone yet,” I shot back, earning another chuckle from Ethan. “Seriously, though,” Ethan said, dropping his voice. “You’ve gotta pick someone, or your dad’s gonna lose his mind. And let’s be honest, the guy doesn’t have much sanity left to lose.” I sighed, rubbing the back of my neck. “I’m not picking anyone. None of these people matter.” “Your funeral,” Ethan said with a shrug, though there was a flicker of understanding in his eyes. He knew. He always knew. The night dragged on, every interaction blurring into the next. Girls smiled politely, their fathers talked about alliances, and I nodded through all of it like I wasn’t seconds away from bolting out the door. Then it hit me. A scent. Faint, but unmistakable. It was like rain on warm soil, mixed with something sweet and soft—something her. My chest tightened, my wolf snapping to attention like someone had just poured gasoline on a fire. I froze, the world around me dimming as I tried to track it. My head snapped to the left, then to the right. Where? Where was it coming from? “Luca?” Ethan’s voice sounded far away, like it was coming from underwater. There. My eyes locked on the grand staircase at the far end of the hall. A girl was descending, her dress shimmering in the light like it was made of emeralds. Her movements were slow, almost deliberate, and I couldn’t see her face yet. But I didn’t need to. My heart hammered in my chest, each beat louder than the last. She was holding the arm of a man—tall, broad-shouldered, and irritatingly familiar. But I couldn’t focus on him. Not when she finally turned her head, her face coming into view. Quinn. My legs nearly gave out. My breath caught, my wolf howling inside me. It was her. After everything, she was here. And she wasn’t alone. ******************************************************************* Seventeen-year-old Quinn Wayne moves with her family from bustling New York City to a secluded, mist-shrouded town in Alaska, where her parents have purchased a dilapidated inn. Surrounded by dense forests and towering mountains, the picturesque town promises a fresh start—but Quinn quickly realizes it holds secrets far darker than she could have ever imagined. In this epic journey of love, sacrifice, and self-discovery, Quinn must rise as the Lunar Guardian, embracing her newfound powers and her identity as Luca’s mate. The path ahead is uncertain, filled with loss, triumph, and transformation. But one thing is clear: the choices Quinn makes will forever alter the balance between humans and werewolves—and determine whether love can conquer even the darkest of curses.

He just wanted to deliver a package. Instead, he blew a hole through the galaxy. This isn’t your chosen-one prophecy. This is Hayate—a cursed courier with a rusted wrench and way too much bad timing—crashing into an escapee experiment with a crystal arm and a sword that hums with blood. What follows? AI lockdowns, pirate flags stitched onto bomber jackets, and zero time to breathe before the starship starts exploding. Hayate doesn't fly. He doesn’t transform. He delivers. And survives. Usually. Until she—Rin, the blade-born girl with the dead stare—says, “Next time I lose control, kill me first.” Now it’s a runaway journey into the Forbidden Sea of Paradox, hunted by the cult that created them both. They’re not heroes. They’re flaws. And this is their anthem.

Song Mirae, 20-something uni student, part-time barista, and full-time drama-magnet, never asked for this. She’s the kind of girl who'd rather stay home and watch true crime than get dragged into actual crimes. But she lives in that kind of neighborhood. * Her kindergarten teacher? who knows too much about poisons, hacking, dead body disposal and has a habit of speaking in air . * Her next-door neighbor? The Runaway first wife of a chaebol heir. * Her classmate? Recently transformed from lovestruck fool to top-tier academic weapon overnight and now has a harem of men. * Her café coworker? Dating a billionaire regular. * Her university friend group? 3/5 are secretly related to conglomerates whose scandal will always be on paper and the one was in switched at birth concept and other is secretly in love with her step brother. And Mirae? She’s just… there. With her iced Americano. Judging. Commentating. Occasionally passing tissues. Until—plot twist—she gets a boyfriend. He’s hot. He’s rich. His family is powerful. So she prepares herself for: * Chair-throwing mothers-in-law * earful breakups on staircases * Accidentally getting pushed into a pool * Long-lost ex-girlfriends showing up with amnesia But all she gets is: “Are you cold? Here’s a jacket.” “My parents want to meet you for brunch.” “I love you. Let’s communicate.” And now she’s the main character... in the most drama-free plot ever written.

Early in the morning in the airport, a young man slowly stepped out of his private jet. He wore a blue shirt with a black jacket and silver trousers that complimented his physique. He slowly removed his sunglasses revealing his beautiful eyes. His handsome face where that which could bring down a nation. He could be called the gods of beauty. His presence attracted the people in the airport. Some girls started taking pictures of him. He raised his head and looked towards the sky. He smiled revealing his dimples. A sudden evil glint displayed in his eyes and disappeared as if it was an illusion. He looked towards the sky and murmured under his breath " am back my Rosy it is time for beautiful revenge." He entered into the car that came to pick him up ........................... Danvers was devastated watching his loved ones leave him. His once happy family was left broken and empty. The joy he felt was gone and even the remnants of it seem as if it never existed. Danvers the first Son of the first military president of tunisany country, his hero. Watched as his father followed webs of the greed of his friends and died of an assassination. He left the country to save his life from the same culprit that killed his father and that is after his life. He swore to end them and their family painfully. Many years later, he ends up falling in love with the daughter of one of the culprits. What will he do when he finds out? Will he be able to forgive and let go because of his love or will he neglect his own heart and go on with his revenge plans? Will it be the end of their love story? Find out as we journey together in the story of romance, love, betrayal, and revenge ................ Sabel was a beautiful young lady that was given into adoption by her father at the age of three. Haven't grew up in a military environment. When she was eighteen years. She left the place to fulfill her dreams which were to become an actress. Even as a D-list actress, she used almost all her savings to visit her boyfriend and best friend in America to celebrate his birthday and surprise that. After buying the cake. She left for the venue of the set. Even from afar, she could see the silhouette of her boyfriend. She raised her hand to call him but stopped midway. What she saw next left her flabbergasted. She saw her boyfriend kissing and ravishing her best friend beside the shore. She couldn't believe it. She slowly loosen her grip on the cake which made it fall. She shouted and run out of the place. The noise attracted the two making out. They looked at her and run after her. Danvers who was looking at the whole episode sneered. During nightfall, after she cooled down. She crawled into a corner with her luggage. A blue porch car stops beside her "Get into the car." Danvers said Hearing the familiar voice. She lifted her eyebrows 'Where did these handsome god's crawl out from.' she was flabbergasted of what she saw. "Are you getting in or going to stay here and stare all day." he said with a tiny smile on his lips ................................. Note: this novel started from the inauguration of the military president. So don't be confused. I wanted the readers to understand the process of the novel and the reason for the male leads actions . This are the original synopsis and I won't add or remove anything again. Feel to comment on the story . Pls, these novel contains some violence and is rated 18+ . The cover did not belong to me. Please English is not my mother tongue. A mistake may occur.

Everyone in Beijing's elite circle knows about He Yanci’s betrothed, Wen Ruan—a delicate “porcelain doll” who’s been his fiancée since birth. Convinced he’s always found her too clingy and fragile, Wen Ruan expects their reunion to be a formality to dissolve their childhood pact. But the aloof CEO she remembers has changed: his gaze lingers too long, his touches are unexpectedly gentle, and he insists on escorting her everywhere—like a man obsessed with guarding his treasure. When family pressure pushes them into a marriage of convenience, Wen Ruan prepares for a loveless union. Yet behind closed doors, He Yanci’s cold exterior melts into tender care: he remembers her aversion to cold weather, stays up late to adjust the room’s humidity for her, and even learns to brew her favorite aged white tea. As they navigate high-society dinners in her elegant cheongsams and late-night talks that feel almost too intimate, Wen Ruan begins to wonder: Is this calculated kindness… or something real? For He Yanci, the answer has been obvious since their first meeting as adults: the once-pudgy “little crybaby” has blossomed into a woman who captivates him with every sway of her cheongsam and every stubborn smile. His “duty” to marry her was never a burden—it was a chance to claim what he’s secretly desired for years. Now, as he peels back her layers of vulnerability and discovers her sharp wit and hidden resilience, he’ll use every trick in his playbook to turn their arranged union into a love she can’t resist. From forced proximity to stolen kisses under moonlit courtyards, their journey unfolds as a slow-burn romance where secrets from the past clash with present-day longing. With Wen Ruan’s delicate strength challenging He Yanci’s controlled demeanor, and his unwavering devotion melting her defenses, this “convenient” marriage becomes a love story written in silk and starlight—proving that even the coldest contracts can warm into forever.

Everyone warns me to stay away from Asher Cross—the school's infamous bad boy with a past as dark as his leather jacket. But what they don’t know is that I’m the one with the real secret. Years ago, I took something from him. Not money. Not love. Something far worse. His little sister. It was an accident, but that doesn’t matter. Nothing I do can ever bring her back. So I’ve spent my life pretending to be the perfect daughter, the straight-A student, the good girl who never steps out of line. Because if Asher ever finds out the truth… he’ll never forgive me. But fate is cruel, and the boy I once knew—the sweet one who used to chase fireflies with me—is gone. In his place is someone hardened by pain, someone drawn to me for all the wrong reasons. When our worlds collide again, I try to resist, but Asher is dangerous, intoxicating, and worst of all... he's starting to remember. And once he does, will he love me—or destroy me?