Feyre Tattoo

I am Racist. … I mean, my name is Racis T. I swear. Please don’t cancel me before chapter 1. Anyway, I was a stand-up comedian. Not the good kind who gets Netflix specials. The kind who gets hit with beer bottles and told to “Meet me backstage. You’ll get one more mic.” One night, I was performing in a bar so shady, even cockroaches walked in with bodyguards. It was full of tattooed bikers who drink engine oil, smoke burnt rubber, lick silencers, cry over their exes, and still believe their fists are a valid debate technique. And there I was—trying to make them laugh using yo mamma jokes and dark humor so black it should’ve come with a flashlight and some cotton. They didn’t laugh. I kept going. One of them pulled out a gun. I cracked a joke. He cracked my skull. Bullet. Brain. Curtains. Boom. But here’s the funny part: I always wanted to be a successful comedian. Maybe get a standing ovation. But what I got was Uncontrollable Blood Ovulation. Still, I had dreams, man. Big dreams. Make people laugh. Marry someone who doesn't need two chairs to sit. Eat three meals a day, Own a yacht (the humble kind with a helipad) I wasn’t greedy. I would have donated 0.01% of my wealth to charity. I only wanted 99% of everything. But fate, karma, God, or probably the trends of Webnovel had other plans. Because instead of resting in peace… I woke up in another world. A fantasy world full of monsters, heroes, magic, kingdoms, war… And zero comedy clubs. Just my luck. So now I’ve got a second life, a rude system, and maybe a power or two. But being a Hero is secondary. First, I am gonna roast dragons, clown on kings, incest—invest, I mean invest and make the whole world laugh until they cry—or kill me again. Either way… Welcome to the story of the most dangerous thing in every world— A man who won’t shut up. ——— ——— ——— Support Me - ko-fi.com/khyaal Join My Discord For Reference Arts and much more - https://discord.gg/zmUcswM2N5

She woke up with no name, no memories—only 108 tattoos etched across her skin, each one pulsing with secrets she doesn’t understand. Every mark is a clue. Every line, a lie. Hunted by shadowy organizations and haunted by flashes of a life she doesn’t remember, she’s forced to trust a man whose name was written on the back of a photo: Agent Marlow. But even he doesn’t know the full truth—because she might not be human at all. Who created her? Why was she erased? And what happens when every tattoo unlocks a new power… or a buried sin? In a world where reality is paper-thin and identities can be rewritten, she must fight to uncover the chilling answer to the question that terrifies her most: If she was never real… then what is she now?

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 was never meant to be here." In a world where Gifts determine status and power, Saul Mayne stands at the top — a sword-wielding prodigy blessed by fate. Louis Hall follows closely, heir to a billion-credit empire with talent and pride to match. Then there's Paul Wayne — a nobody. No background. No family. No rank. Just a strange tattoo on his hand and a broken system that shows a question mark where his identity should be. He shouldn't even be at Diamond Academy, the elite combat school where future heroes are forged. But the invitation came. The uniform fit. The door opened. Now trapped in a sence that isn’t his, Paul must navigate ruthless guilds, overwhelming talents, and an academy designed to chew up the weak. But there's something wrong with this world. And Paul Wayne might be the glitch that changes everything. --- An academy setting. A mysterious system. A forgotten extra with no place in the script. The truth behind his existence… starts now. ---

Jack Wilson wasn’t planning to doom the city. He just wanted to make rent and maybe buy a better hoodie. Then he opened a cursed file labeled “DO NOT OPEN (Lethality Rating: 9/10)”—because what’s life without a little fun? One explosion, a glowing hand tattoo, and a ramen-scented dumpster dive later, Jack is now the host of something ancient, powerful, and probably homicidal. Now everyone wants him dead: secret guilds, rogue mages, even a talking pigeon with a grudge. Too bad Jack’s having the time of his life. Armed with sarcasm, unstable spirit energy, and zero impulse control, Jack is about to turn the magical underworld upside down.

VERBOTENE FRUCHT.....IST DIE SÜSSESTE. REVERSE HAREM! KEINE VERGEWALTIGUNG! [Reifer Inhalt: R-18+] Der kalte, charmante und geheimnisvolle Bad Boy Rhys ist der Typ, vor dem deine Eltern dich warnen, mit seinem sexy Akzent, seinen Tattoos, seinem flirtenden Grinsen und seinen schmutzigen Bemerkungen. Gefangen in der Vergangenheit, der er nicht entkommen kann, hat er keine Zeit für die Liebe, bis er sie trifft. Sie ist so sanft, so zart für seine dunkle und grausame Welt. Er weiß, er sollte sie in Ruhe lassen, aber er konnte nicht, er würde nicht. Er ist ein selbstsüchtiger Bastard und er ist stolz darauf. Als sich die Gelegenheit bietet, ihr näher zu kommen, bricht er seine eigenen Regeln, um ihr ein Angebot zu machen, das sie nicht ablehnen kann. Ein Tag der Freiheit. Danach würden sie sich nicht mehr suchen. Ein Jahr später trifft er sie wieder. Die Frau, die er nie vergessen hatte, deren weiche Lippen und rehbraune Augen seine Träume heimsuchten. Das Schicksal war so grausam und verdreht, dass der Gegenstand seiner dunkelsten Begierde nun seine Schwägerin werden soll. Verlobt mit seinem älteren Bruder Damien Niarchos - dem Anführer der Mob-Familie des Landes ZY, um den Frieden zwischen den beiden Familien zu sichern. Jedes Monster hat seine Schwäche. Sie ist seine. Seine Obsession Seine Sucht. Seine verbotene Frucht. ** Süß, schüchtern und introvertiert, trotz dass sie die einzige Tochter des meistgefürchteten Mob-Bosses des Landes ist, ist Beatrix Quinn eine Romantikerin, die auf ihren Prinzen wartet, der sie von ihrem überfürsorglichen Vater und ihren Brüdern rettet. Aber statt eines Prinzen bekommt sie einen Bad Boy, dessen Berührung ihre Seele entflammt. Sie hätte nie gedacht, dass der Typ, den sie vor einem Jahr getroffen hatte und dem sie alle ihre ersten Male gegeben hatte, ihr Schwager werden würde. Trotz dass er der Einzige ist, der sie sich fühlen lässt Schön Beschützt. Wahrhaft gewollt. Ihre Liebe ist von Anfang an zum Scheitern verurteilt. "Warum kann ich dich nicht loslassen, auch wenn du nicht einmal mein bist." Sagte er zwischen Küssen an ihrem Hals, sein heißer Atem ließ ihre Haut erschaudern. "R-Rhys..wir können nicht." stotterte sie mit geröteten Wangen. Rhys lachte, es war tief und leicht bedrohlich. "Ich weiß kleine Maus, ich weiß."

They call him Ghost. A name whispered in fear across warzones, black markets, and underworld circles. To the world, he's a phantom—a faceless mercenary who leaves no trace but bodies in his wake. To his enemies, he’s a death sentence. To his brothers-in-arms in Graveyard, he’s family. But to himself... he's a haunted man searching for a past stolen in gunfire and smoke. After a flawless mission deep in the Eastern Province, Ghost returns to the hidden forest base he's called home for sixteen years. Yet the victory is short-lived. His foster father, the commander delivers an unexpected order: "That was your last mission." Now, Ghost—real name Miles Sterling—must step out of the shadows of war and into a world he’s never known. Guided only by a scarred letter, a fading memory, and the voice of a woman he hasn’t seen since the day everything was taken from him. But war forged more than his body and name. Behind the mask, behind the scars, Miles has another secret. One he’s kept hidden even from his brothers in arms. He’s not just a weapon. He’s a ghost with a fortune—a hidden empire he built in silence, across borders and black markets, forged in strategy and blood. A man of many names, and many shadows. Beneath the bullets, tattoos, and silence lies a truth buried in ashes. And Ghost is about to dig it up—one letter, one enemy, one memory at a time.

**No mark. No power. No chance—until something ancient chooses her.** A century ago, the gates split the sky and monsters poured through. The gods stayed silent. So humanity turned to ink. Living tattoos — bound to skin, fed by soul — became our only defense. They marked the strong, chose the worthy, and shaped a new world where ink is everything. To be Inkbound is to survive. Without a mark, you’re already dead. Naelii has no tattoo. The scan confirmed it: no power, no future. Her family disowned her. Society left her to rot. Desperate to live, she lies her way into a low-tier raid, hoping for enough credits to eat. But inside the gate, something ancient responds. Not beast. Not ink. Not even god. It’s older. It’s watching. And it remembers her. Naelii wasn’t born Inkbound. But fate left her a different kind of mark — one no scan can detect, one no ink could contain. And now, it wants out.

Logan Hayes is trouble himself. The kind of guy your parents warn you about. Tattoos decorating his skin. He walks like he owns the whole world. The entire campus was wrapped around his fingers. Harper Reed hated trouble. As the dean's perfect daughter, she had to live a perfect life and get perfect grades. Until a viral scandal ruins Harper's spotless reputation, and she has no other option but to make a deal with the devil himself—Logan. She has to fake date him to restore her image. But he only agrees because she claims she knows what no one else should. Things get more complicated when , Damian , Logan's long-lost cousin, returns to take him back home. Damian is no different from Logan — tattoos on his skin and that same dangerous energy Logan held. Harper Reed now finds herself stucked in the midst of two devils, chaos and full-blown drama.

You only wanted to see it... So, you did the unthinkable—used a mysterious stone to change yourself into a FREAKING HOT PRETTY BOY. Now stuck in a boy’s body, you sneak into an exclusive VIP mafia-son-only event. But when a priceless watch goes missing, you’re the prime suspect. Dragged into a dark room, a gun to your head, you come face-to-face with a dangerous, tattooed mafia heir—cocky, cruel, and annoyingly hot. He looks into your panicked eyes… and smirks. > “Your eyes are too pretty to kill.” His voice is low and dangerous—like he’s already peeling your clothes off with his gaze. *** He’s arrogant, but your eyes make him horny—though he’d never admit it. Will he ever find out you actually belong to the enemy clan? A very forbidden enemy clan. Even as he’s fallen way too deep?

Kyoline Diego was born of blood, betrayal, and gunfire. Born of a Respectable Made Man, a child who frightened a few but was cherished by all. Her world was destroyed the day her father was assassinated and her family left for dead. Eighteen and jaded now, Kyoline makes friends with bartending shifts, gun-running, and caring for the siblings nobody else will. Love is not on the agenda—survival is. But there's Tenz Jersey, her mafia beau, all tattoos and broken vows, who kisses like sin and lies like the bible. He gives her protection, passion, and anarchy in equal measure. She tells herself he's enough, that he's the only one capable of making the threat feel like home. Until Isaac. Cold. Deadly. Unapologetically deadly. He grabs her and stuffs her into a black SUV, and claims to be a cop, and whisks her off into a game of questioning, control, and cannoli. Only Isaac's not NYPD—he's the mafia's best hitman. And he's staring at her way too hard. He notices what others do not—her quick wit, her raw edges, the fire she keeps hidden under her golden dresses and guarded smiles. He is not trying to save her. He wishes to see how far she will go to save herself. Now Kyoline is caught between two men who both report to the same violent underworld—and both want her for different reasons. One wants to cage her up. The other wants to burn her alive. But the mafia doesn't believe in love. The mafia believes in loyalty. And Kyoline's loyalty might cost her everything—her heart, her freedom, and maybe even her life. In a world where love is poison and trust is a weapon, one girl must decide if she's a pawn in their game… or the queen who burns their kingdom to ashes.

At twenty-four, Queen Layla Thorne never wanted the throne that claimed her parents' lives. Now, as the reluctant ruler of a fractured kingdom, she must prove herself worthy of a crown that feels more like a shackle than a symbol of power. With only her fiercely loyal friend Dara by her side, Layla struggles to master her thresh-wielding abilities while haunted by visions of shadowed wings edged in gold—visions that feel more like memories than dreams. When mysterious Rayne enters her world, his silver-braided hair and intricate tattoos hiding secrets that could either save her kingdom or destroy it, Layla must choose between the safety of her throne and the dangerous pull of a connection that threatens everything she's been taught to believe. In a realm where political alliances shift like shadows and power comes at the ultimate price, some bonds can only be forged in darkness. Will she embrace the shadows that call to her, or will the weight of the crown crush what remains of her soul? BOUND BY SHADOW - where political intrigue meets forbidden romance, and some destinies can only be claimed in darkness.

After five long years abroad, Ray returned by the request of his dying father. But he didn't expect returning home would this be...so secretive and mysterious. He stepped inside his old home, and he was greeted by four tattooed, undeniably gorgeous, but mysterious women. Who are these women? And what's their intentions toward Ray?

For centuries,the kingdom of Joseon has hunted down sorcerers and shift shapers branding them as demon and erasing them from history.Moon Sihyun,the last known surviving demon sorcerer,has spent his life in hiding,concealing the dark tattoos that mark him as a threat.But when he and his twin brother are captured,he's thrown into the heart of the palace,straight into the hands of Jin Muwon,the crown prince cursed to die before his 30th birthday. The only cure?The young blood of a demon sorcerer.Bound by an ancient ritual,Sihyun is force into a dangerous ritual,one that demands he stay close to the very man whose family slaughtered his kind.Muwon drains Sihyun's magic,inching closer to survival.But the longer they're together,the more their fates tangle in ways neither of them expect. Yet Sihyun has a plan.He doesn't intend to simply be used and discarded.He plans to burn the kingdom to the ground,and when another demon sorcerer,Ryu Vanyul, appears in the shadows whispering of revenge,the choice becomes clear,Sihyun must choose:revenge or love? Will he break the curse or destroy the man bound to it? #BL #HistoricalFantasy #EnemiesToLovers #CursedPrince #DarkRomance #SlowBurn #ForbiddenMagic #SorceryAndRevenge #FatedLove #KoreanMythology

"In every age of darkness, when fear grips hearts and hope begins to fade, one warrior rises—not for glory, not for praise, but to crush the storm before it swallows the world. He doesn’t run from the fire. He becomes it." _________ "There's a 15-year-old boy named Edlin who finds himself lying on the ground, injured, but when he gets up, he can't remember anything except his name EDLIN.He's wearing torn pants, carrying a sword and a knife, and has a strange tattoo mark on his stomach. And to top it all, someone has stabbed him from behind with a knife". "And now, Edlin embarks on a journey to discover who he is, who stabbed him, and why. But his quest is soon interrupted by a ferocious pack of wolves. Weary and wounded, Edlin must summon all his strength to survive this deadly encounter. Will he be able to protect himself and unravel the mysteries of his past? Read on to find out..." Edlin ( The conqueror )

They called her the Alpha’s spoiled daughter. Beautiful. Reckless. A party girl hiding broken bones beneath designer silk. But grief is a silent predator—and the night her mother was slaughtered by vampires, Auriella learned two things: Love is a weakness. And monsters don’t hide in the dark. They wear faces that make your heart race. Years later, her only escape is chaos—clubbing, fast kisses, faster lies. Until a vampire attacks her in the club. And he shows up. Cold. Commanding. Unapologetically brutal. Alervon doesn’t save her. He claims her survival like a burden. And that night rewrites everything. Now boys with secrets are showing up in her pack. Each drawn to her for reasons none of them understand. They are not here to fall in love. They’re here for war. --- Alervon – The Cold Protector He’s half vampire, half werewolf. Half demon All control. All scars. A killer trained to obey, not feel. But Auri makes his silence loud. His restraint violent. He’s not supposed to want her. He does. > “Don’t mistake my silence for weakness. I’ve imagined breaking you in more ways than you’ve imagined being touched.” --- Cassian – The Unstable Weapon He’s a fuse already lit. Tattoos like prayers, rage like poetry. Haunted by his past and too dangerous to hold. But Auri makes his madness feel like home. > “Say the word, and I’ll burn the world down. Not for love—for the way you fucking look at me when you're angry.” --- Leon – The Flirt You Shouldn’t Trust He’s a rich boy with a wicked tongue, a glittering trail of exes, and a laugh that’s always half a dare. He’ll flirt you into the grave with philosophy and leave you questioning if you liked it. > “You want danger? Sweetheart, I’m the reason good girls stop praying so I’d say I’ll break your heart, but let’s be honest… I’m aiming lower.” --- Malakai – The Ghost in Black He doesn’t speak unless it matters. Wears grief like armor and touches like he’s never allowed to feel. He’s the calm before the kill. The priest of pain. And she makes him want to confess. > “You shouldn’t trust a man who prays with his teeth clenched. I never ask the gods for mercy—I ask if they’re watching.” Luca Valen — The steady one. The boy who offered calm in a world full of chaos. He loved her gently, gave her safety, a future without fear. But she didn’t want gentle. > “I could give her safety… but she craved the storm that would burn her alive.” “She thought love would save her. She didn’t know it would burn.” >. One was safety. One was Chaos One was Depth One was temptation But he—he was the inferno

Duke is forced by tradition to adventure out to the depths of the Underworld and make it out alive. Adapting to his newly found magical powers and making friends on the way, will he survive and make it make to Elizabeth? or will he stay in the caves to grow stronger

He had already chosen where and when. The Overlook Bridge, on the anniversary of his brother's death—the perfect place to follow him, to sever a life that had become gray and soundless. Ethan, whose soul had long turned to ash along with his silenced music, was ready to take the final step. But she knocked him off his path—with a single defiant phrase, thrown at the edge of the abyss. Skye, a punk rock vocalist with a tattoo of a shattered piano on her wrist, was his mirror image. Where he hid his pain in apathy and silence, she forged hers into an armor of cynicism and screams. Seeing a familiar void in his eyes, she didn't save him—she simply stood beside him, offering not hope, but a strange, twisted kind of complicity. And so, their dance began. Two souls—broken, yet stubbornly alive. They don't know how to be happy, but they are desperately learning how to be real. Their encounters are awkward conversations in a smoke-filled café, accidental collisions in an old record store, silent walks through the sleeping city. He is afraid of her noise, her fury, her life. She is afraid of his silence, his vulnerability, his ability to see straight through her armor. This is not a story about a perfect love that heals all wounds. It is a story about two people who slowly, painfully, step by step, pull each other out of the deafening silence where one is usually left alone. It is a tale of how, from the ashes of old traumas and the dissonance of two shattered souls, a single, imperfect, yet achingly honest melody can be born. A song that becomes their only way of saying, "I see you. And I'm staying."

Eden Blake had one plan for her eighteenth birthday: to finally confess her love to Liam, the golden boy who never saw her as more than his best friend’s innocent little sister. Dressed in soft pink silk and trembling with hope, Eden was ready to give him everything—including her untouched heart and body. But when Liam ignores her at her own party, it’s not him who finds her broken and alone—it’s Hunter Cross, the cold, dominant captain of the university hockey team, and her brother’s sworn rival. Tall, tattooed, and dripping with danger, Hunter makes Eden an indecent proposal: thirty days of private, hands-on lessons in seduction. She’ll become the woman who can make any man beg—but she’ll learn it all on him. Every kiss, every touch, every forbidden act… Hunter gets first. As Eden trains to win Liam, something darker and deeper ignites between her and Hunter. What started as a cruel deal slowly unravels into obsession, jealousy, and raw emotional intimacy. Eden begins to crave Hunter in ways she doesn’t understand, and when he touches her, nothing else matters—not even the boy she once loved. But can a heart that was meant for someone else survive the fire of falling for the wrong man? A Deal with the Hockey Captain is a slow-burn, erotic romance filled with forbidden chemistry, emotional tension, and a dangerous game of seduction where the teacher might lose control—and the student might lose her heart.

In 2022, humanity developed an AI justice system to eradicate world crime. It did not fail. It adapted. Worldwide criminals were sentenced to something far worse than death: banishment to a world alien a world governed by anarchy, governed by force, and watched by something far beyond human understanding. Soren Arata, an unknown boy with no name but "Zero," opens his eyes in this brutal world with only a nickname, a strange tattoo on his palm, and the weight of a punishment he has no clue about. No memory. No friends. No choice. This is not a video game. There are no respawns. And the goal is not to escape to live is.

After waking up in a burned-down asylum with no memory, a young man finds his face bandaged, his name erased, and his arms tattooed with coordinates that lead to dead bodies. Everyone he meets insists he’s someone else—someone dangerous. As he follows the trail of blood and clues across forgotten villages, desolate roads, and ruined archives, visions of his past collide with supernatural forces bent on dragging him back to a place he cannot remember—but deeply fears. Each chapter peels back another truth. And when the final mask breaks… He'll have to ask not "What happened to me?" But: “What did I do?”

The world had already ended once. Its death wasn’t marked by fire or flood, but by silence—the silence of gods who no longer answered, of rituals long forgotten, and of humanity's slow drift from the spiritual truth that once bound all things. In that twilight, a shaman reached the edge of life and death, offering his soul in a final, desperate rite. He expected oblivion. Instead, he opened his eyes to the past. Reborn with all the knowledge of his former life, the shaman returns to a time before everything collapsed—before the spirits withdrew, before the sacred paths were defiled, before he himself was broken. But this time, he has no illusions. He does not seek fame, vengeance, or companionship. His only desire is transcendence—to climb beyond the limits of life and spirit, and to become one with the divine itself. The path he walks is not one of swords, systems, or schools. It is not a road blessed by the heavens. It is older, more primal—a forgotten trail carved in blood, bone, and breath. Shamanism is a pact with things the world pretends not to see. The rites he performs are not flashy; they are precise, disturbing, and irreversible. He calls spirits into fetishes made of teeth. He binds vengeful ghosts into tattoos that whisper in the night. He burns pieces of his soul for glimpses into the veil. He wields no blade, yet death walks with him. His power is not given—it is taken, through sacrifice, through pain, and through terrifying understanding of how the world truly works. People call him mad. Some call him a prophet. But no one understands him. He speaks in riddles, walks with ancient things, and watches the world as if he’s already beyond it. He is cold, but not cruel. Detached, but not aimless. Every action, every word, every silence serves a ritual purpose: the next step toward his goal. But as his power grows, so too does the weight of his existence. The rituals he weaves change more than just himself—they fracture the world around him. Those who cross paths with the shaman are never the same. Some are blessed. Most are cursed. A few understand. All are affected. This is not a story of becoming a hero. This is not the tale of a man fighting fate. This is a slow, meditative descent or ascent into something far beyond mortality. The shaman does not seek to win. He seeks to transcend. ------------------- A/N:- 3 Chapters/Day Thank You For Reading My Novel Guy's! Make Sure To Drop Some PS and GTs....It Helps A Lot. Extra Chapters Will Be Added For PS,GTs and Gifts.

For Cho Lee Gon, life was already a daily grind against soul-crushing poverty. But one ordinary night's sleep shatters everything. He wakes to find the entire city empty, every single person gone. Worse yet, an entire month has vanished from his memory, and now, the desolate streets are crawling with terrifying monsters. His only clue? A chilling "-99%" tattoo mysteriously branded on his left hand. Left as the sole human survivor in a world consumed by the unknown, Cho Lee Gon must not only face the horrors that now roam his city but also unravel the truth behind humanity's disappearance and the sinister mark that defines his new reality. What happened to everyone, and how will a man stripped of everything fight for survival against a monstrous world?

She was born with a mark. He had carried the same one for centuries—waiting. Hunted by trained men and haunted by dreams she doesn't understand, Header escapes into the forbidden land of Kandor, a kingdom protected by magic, ruled by a man shrouded in myth. A man with golden eyes… and a connection to her soul. When her mysterious tattoo begins to burn, and the kingdom accepts her without question, Header must face an impossible truth: she may not be entirely human. In a world of dragons, shadows, and ancient prophecies, her blood could awaken something long forgotten—something dangerous, powerful… and destined. Some destinies are written in fire.

Love in the Garbage Truck" is a sprawling, darkly comedic, and unabashedly degenerate novel that follows the misadventures of Big Tony, a notorious garbage truck driver with a magnetic, if questionable, charm. Set in a gritty, unnamed city where the streets are as dirty as the secrets its people keep, the novel unfolds over 600 riotous chapters, each a vignette of seduction, absurdity, and unexpected tenderness. Big Tony is no ordinary sanitation worker—he’s a legend in the underbelly of the city, known for his wild stories, tattooed arms, and the uncanny ability to find romance in the most unlikely places: the cab of his battered garbage truck. Each chapter introduces a new character from every walk of life—bakers, lawyers, street artists, politicians, drag queens, and even rival sanitation workers—whom Tony woos with his rough-edged wit and the promise of adventure among the city’s refuse. The garbage truck itself becomes a rolling confessional, a place where inhibitions are shed as easily as yesterday’s trash. Inside its cramped, pungent cab, secrets are whispered, hearts are broken and mended, and the boundaries of love, lust, and decency are gleefully blurred. Tony’s escapades are equal parts hilarious and poignant, as he navigates the complexities of desire, loneliness, and the search for connection in a world that often discards the unconventional. As the chapters pile up like bags of trash on collection day, Tony’s journey becomes more than just a series of conquests. Through fleeting romances and bizarre encounters, he discovers the hidden beauty in the city’s overlooked souls—and, perhaps, a chance at redemption for himself. "Love in the Garbage Truck" is a celebration of the messy, the marginalized, and the magnificently human, told with irreverence, heart, and a healthy dose of filth.

Empire of Veyl lies in ash and ruin. Rift-Storms split the sky, vomiting horned horrors that feast on cities already starving. The last thing anyone trusts is a pretty face—especially Kio Valaryn’s. Once the throne’s deadliest spy, Kio is branded a traitor after refusing to torture an innocent child for intel. Dragged to a public beheading amid lightning-lit rubble, she expects the blade… until a towering abyss-beast crashes the scaffold, claws dripping violet fire, and claims her with a single, possessive word: “Mine.” The collision awakens the Ero-Thread Nexus—a forbidden system tattooed across Kio’s skin. Each consensual bond with a rift-spawned sovereign threads their power into her body: -Vaun, the Abyss-Wolf King Shadow-warp & bone-crushing strength -Seraph Aurelion, Rust-Wing Fallen Halo-blight that scorches armies -Nyxara, Tide-Drake Leviathan City-drowning tidal command Seven monsters exist. Seven threads will let Kio reseal the rifts or tear reality apart. But every surge of borrowed power pushes the Nexus toward overload—and stamps a death-countdown rune over her heart. Hunted by zealots, bounty guilds, and the crown she once served, Kio must navigate desire as lethal as any battlefield. To survive, she’ll wield passion like a dagger, turning monsters into allies, lovers, and weapons—while the ruins of Veyl burn around them. In a world where pleasure fuels apocalypse and love is a loaded gun, can the Rift-Maiden chain the darkness—or will the darkness chain her?

Yun Jiho would rather spend his days buried in vector layers than talk to people. He wasn't in denial or anything. Especially not about the annoyingly perfect senior from the Computer Science department, his new neighbour. Seo Minjae is everything Jiho finds unbearable in one package: loud, competitive and worst of all, too interested in Jiho’s world. Just because they’re forced to collaborate on a project doesn’t mean Jiho has to like him. Or think about him. Or notice the stupid tattoos that definitely don’t make Minjae hot. Jiho’s perfectly color-graded world begins to crack, revealing feelings he's not ready to name yet. After all, Jiho's not falling in love. ...Right?

It's the year 3045 and the entire world is shrouded in a deadly fog. To escape its grasp, people flocked to New York where the fog couldn't penetrate. Unbeknownst to them, a sinister presence lurked in the once bustling city. In this morally grey society, cunning, influence, and aspirations dictate this shattered world. With a diverse group of characters each pursuing their own ambitions, there is a variety of personalities to connect with as their narratives unravel, leading to an inevitable conclusion.

The Saints We Ain't In Sweet Mercy, sins don’t stay secret—especially when you drink where everyone knows your name. Ember Holmes was the pastor’s daughter… now she pours whiskey in stilettos and wants nothing more than to climb the tattooed, pierced ex-con who owns the bar, Adonis Vega. She swears she’s just working for him—but her fantasies beg to differ. Alena Carter made a pact with her best friend Dax Wilder to hook up if they were still single at thirty. She forgot. He didn’t. And now he’s back in her life, cocky, charming, and acting like he’s got a promise to collect. Beatrix Vale meant to sext her ex. Instead, she sent a very explicit message to the town’s Greek god of a sheriff—Ioannis Kallistratos. Now he’s everywhere, and Beatrix is running out of excuses—and hiding places. Three women. One bar. Zero interest in playing nice. They’re bold. They’re bad. They’re Godless Girls—and their hearts aren’t the only things getting into trouble. -

One scam package, That's all it took to drag the 17-year-old Cail into the world of the void. ... He thought he had ordered a limited-edition sneakers. But what came was a shady-looking package on his front gate. It smelled like rotten egg and sulfur. Inside the package was a strange box. It's filled with eccentric junk. They looked very intricate and mysterious. He thought, ''I probably got someone else's package, a package from someone that was very interested in mysticism.'' An old coin, a cracked compass, a ring with an ugly center stone, and some other weird looking trinkets. So he did what any broke student would do: He sold it. He figured someone might want them for cosplay or something. Well, except the gold-rimmed glasses that seemed to fit him very well. "Damn, I paid 7,000 nu for that sneaker; I better get something out from this scam package." Then all hell broke loose. Strange people started approaching him. People brought that junk. Very strange people wearing suspicious get up trying to buy those stuff in the sketchiest manner possible. As he kept selling, he realized that the box was refilling, it seemed to have an endless supply of those strange stuff. Those people called it 'artifacts'. Then one day he woke up with a strange tattoo on his arm; inside the tattoo was an independent space containing the box. It is basically inseparable from him. "I didn't ask for any of this to happen. But now, strange people come to me with desperate offers. Money, memories, and even soul." He's just trying to survive high school while earning some money! He had no idea what was going on, but apparently, this thing that he got? It's not just an artifact. It's a contract. As Cail navagates school life, part-time jobs, and otherworldly clients, he starts asking the real question: When did I become an artifact dealer?! By day, he is just an ordinary student, a NPC character. And by night? He is The Dealer. Selling ancient items and dealing with people that he probably shouldn't be talking to. "Since I'm already in this mess, might as well profit off of it."