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Rumors say that if you ever come across an extremely handsome man in a doctor's coat twirling a shiny scalpel between his fingers with an alluring smile on his lips that takes your breath away… Run. For he is the devil. *** Yang Mingshen’s existence screams of six adjectives - Handsome, wealthy, talented, narcissist, arrogant and evil. He is an unrivaled doctor from one of the most affluent and prestigious Underworld families, who sees only medicine and his own interests. Until a desire consumes him - to have a woman’s heart. That woman, Song Jia, continues to put all the wrongs to right as a capable police officer. She, whose life was once saved by the devil doctor, refuses to bend to his tempting seduction. “I will just take your heart and put it in somebody else's chest. It won't hurt at all, I promise~” “Yes because I will be dead to feel anything.” But the bad news comes knocking when Yang Mingshen becomes the lead forensic investigator to assist in her cases. With a devil now clinging to her, she comes across a deep, dark and cruel web of conspiracies stained with blood, love, hatred, revenge, politics and much more. Treading into dangerous territories, will they be able to uncover the net of lies and deceit? And maybe find love along the way? *EXCERPT* “I am not the weak patient anymore. You try to grab my neck and I will break your wrist,” Jia threw him a death glare. Mingshen leaned in closer, chuckling devilishly. "I told you before, Spicy. I have saved your life. I have touched your heart quite literally. So that heart beating in your chest right now belongs to Yang Mingshen. If I want it, I will have it.”

--- Ariana was rooted to the floor outside of Anthony’s door her heart raced in her chest, like something was preparing to break apart her ribs. She had not wanted to come to a halt, much less listen in on the conversation that was unfolding before her. But the sound of laughter that came from Rachel was not new to her ears which suddenly had her face the direction of the voice like a pupet. “…you’re so bad, Anthony,” Rachel whispered sexily. “I never lie to you,” Anthony countered sullenly then suddenly grew smarmy, “I’m only bad with you.” Reaching out Ariana braced her back against the wall and her mind whirled round with confusion. Glancing around the corner she stopped breathing as she saw them. Rachel resting on Anthony laps, having her hand resting on Anthony’s arm. He leered at her, and from even his bearing suggest that he wanted something more than friendship from her. “She has not realized it yet?” Rachel asked me in low tones as if Shareen was a hopeless case. Anthony chuckled. “He realized Ariana was smart, as well as trusting in his team. That’s her weakness.” Such words are a shock for Ariana as if someone slapped her. [His fists clenched.]His hands shook, and for a moment she considered; she felt that nausea could overcome herself. Trust. That was what she had delivered to them – what she considered they deserved. And now? Now they were laughing about it, about her . She wanted to rush into the room and meet them eye to eye, look them into the eyes and scold them for every single angry word that rises within her chest. But she didn’t move. Not yet. She held a strap of her bag so tightly her hands became gloved. Indeed, she retreated sensibly, her breathing becoming light. It was not so strange they did not notice her go ; of course they did not. Why would they, if they reckoned she did not know any better? And when she came to the door of the house, shutting herself out on the cold evening, when the wind caressed her cheek like a slate, then in her soul something leaped. The heartbreak was still there, but it was buried beneath a wave of something new,rage. But she paused and with her head held high she walked away leaving her legs give away from her. The frosty night’s darkness embraced her when she tripped outside, onto the campus and grass., but the freezing air was no match for the icy sensation in her chest. She began to ponder vigorously various questions, accusations and processes of retaliation in her mind. But she didn’t see the car. This blaring of the horn was too late. There was the pathetic squealing of brakes and a moment of unbearable agony that filled her from head to toe. The world staggered, and the last thing Ariana could make out before everything went black was the night sky above her. Everything went black. ---

On the way back from school, Kael felt a chill in the air, an unease he couldn’t explain. The skies were a dusky gray, and there was a pain on his chest which he didn't know what had caused it and where it was coming from. As he approached his apartment the pain grew stronger. When he reached home something happened to him. The pain became too much for him and he passed out due to the pain when he woke up he was greeted by something he had never heard of in his life. He had acquired a system. Join Keal on his way to become the strongest in the world and how he manages to do that. And it won't be an easy road as his path is filled with challenges, betrayal, dishonest and full of surprises.

In the grand city of Noirvelle, where opulent masquerade balls mask the darkness beneath, whispers of the "Ebony Rose" fill the air. This cursed artifact is said to grant any wish—at the price of fragments of the wisher's soul. Created by royal alchemists centuries ago, its true origin remains veiled in shadow. The story follows Émile D’Arquen, a disgraced ex-noble who now works as a "shadow clock"—a fixer of supernatural problems. His solitary life is upended when he encounters Liliane Vernisse, a mysterious young woman marked by an ancient curse and with ties to the Ebony Rose. As grisly murders begin to plague Noirvelle, each victim bearing black rose petals on their chest, Émile and Liliane must unravel the truth behind the artifact and the dark forces at play. But the deeper they delve, the more Émile is haunted by a past he thought he had buried—and a deal he can never escape.

〔Congratulations, for mating with a Queen Bee you got a new achievement: ”Not a virgin”! Your reward: “Drone Consort” title.〕 ‘Hey! I wasn’t a virgin before this, system!’ Imagine that you lived a painfully average life, died by a stupid, stupid accident, but a goddess interfered and gave you a second chance in another world. There, you became a consort of a beautiful, big-chested queen, and your only job is to have mind-blowing sex with her so she could have thousands of your adorable daughters. In return, you can live in peace and luxury for the rest of your days. Which means, for about two months. Because I’m a bee. And my queen is also a bee. And bees don’t live for long. The only way to increase my lifespan is to develop my bee colony. A hard task in this huge world filled with dangerous and hungry beasts, other war-hungry insect tribes, and natural disasters. But I have a hundred thousand daughters, some actual brains, and with superior genes given to me by my system, we will be unstoppable! === Note: no NTR, harem, incest, or outright smut.

Kairos Veyra, a disgraced prince turned slave gladiator, discovers a shattered celestial artifact embedded in his chest after surviving a battle meant to kill him. The Veil of Eternity, a relic that once allowed gods to manipulate time and space, grants him fractured powers—but each use corrupts his body and mind. To reclaim his throne and unravel the conspiracy that destroyed his kingdom, Kai must navigate a world of warring sky-islands, divine betrayals, and a bond with the Veil’s enigmatic creator, a banished goddess who whispers promises of power… and annihilation.

The apocalypse has arrived, unleashing monsters across the globe. Jeremy, a high school student with a past life as a mercenary, awakens to an SSS-tier ability known as "The Eye of Omniscience." This power allows him to perceive hidden cues invisible to others. [There's a silver treasure chest in the room to the left. Opening the chest with your foot guarantees a 100% chance to obtain a silver-grade item!] [There's a hidden boss in the girls' bathroom. Defeating it with a sanitary pad will surely drop a rare skill scroll!] [Slapping the job-change statue 99 times during your job change will unlock the hidden class "God Desecrator"!] While the rest of humanity is still living in fear, Jeremy has already obtained various god-level rewards thanks to his Eye of Omniscience. While others are still figuring out how to survive the apocalypse, Jeremy has already reached the pinnacle of humanity, confronting the gods themselves!

a bastard son of the king who craves for his birth right, a wanted assasin who enters the wrong country with a forbidden mark on her chest, forbidden romance, intense training and bag of tears, this novel is sure enough to make anyone crave for more, Lee Kwon is the illegitimate child of the king, isolated, rejected and alone, by chance he meets Eun Chen, a masked assasin who is popular for her killing spree and who is out for revenge against the royal family for killing her mother, when this two meet, they are both in a situation, in a gain and loss situation, will they preserve at the end, if you want to know, stay tuned to the royal bastard is my marionette

**"Ace has always known he was different—rescued by human couples as a baby by the road side. Raised with a strange mark on his chest, uncanny speed, heightened senses, and an instinct he could never explain. But everything comes to a head on his eighteenth birthday when a restless fire awakens deep within him, compelling him into the forest under the light of the full moon. Drawn by an invisible force, Ace’s body trembles with anticipation, and his wolf—silent his entire life—stirs to life for the first time. Then he feels it: an overwhelming presence that fills the air, makes his heart race, and stops him in his tracks. A powerful looking but desperate man emerges from the shadows, Ace’s entire being responds. His chest burns, and the mark he always thought was a birthmark begins to glow on his chest, as if it knows the man standing before him. Kieran’s piercing silver eyes hold a mixture of relief and hunger as he steps closer. 'You’re mine,' Kieran murmurs, his voice deep and reverberating with authority and raw desire. Ace doesn’t understand what’s happening, but his body does. Every fiber of his being screams for Kieran, his wolf howling for the connection they were destined to share. When Kieran touches the glowing mark on Ace’s chest, the bond between them explodes into life. Ace feels everything—the undeniable pull, the deep need to belong, and a passion so intense it takes his breath away. The world fades, leaving only Kieran and the primal connection binding them. Kieran's suppressed desires for his mate breaks free from their restrain. He tears their clothes into pieces, pulling Ace closer in his arms as he uncontrollably touches every inch of Ace's body___ feeling the satisfaction he has longed for_ for years. He devours Ace's mouth and lips as he thrust into him , every thrust igniting a hotter flame inside their bodies, they both groan and scream at the connection, at the pleasure that flows throw every vein in their bodies. In that heated moment, Kieran claims Ace, sinking his teeth into his neck to mark him as his own. The bite sends a shockwave through Ace’s body, awakening a hunger and power he never knew he possessed. Their souls collide, binding them together in a bond that is both exhilarating and terrifying. ▪▪ But as Ace grapples with his newfound identity as a werewolf and the mate of a powerful alpha, he’s thrust into a world of danger, loyalty, and love so overwhelming it threatens to consume him. Will he accept the destiny that ties him to Kieran, or will the weight of the bond shatter them both?"** ○○●●○ Alpha Kieran had been looking for his mate for nine years, he searched among the she_wolves in his pack and all other packs but never found his expected female mate__, only to find out his mate is a male , something he has forbidden in his pack. No matter how much he didn't want to mate with Ace, the pull was way much uncomfortable to him. What is he going to do now that he has found himself in the situation he had forbade others himself.

#Rated 18-Mature Themes Violet’s life was never her own—her father’s crushing debt made sure of that. But when the debt collector comes to carve a payment from her body, she takes a desperate deal: become a servant and spy on the mysterious and tyrannical Lord Cain, the ruler of her Werewolf district. There’s just one catch: Lord Cain permits only male servants in his house. Disguised as a boy, Violet cuts her hair, flattens her chest, and dons a voice-altering band to pull off the deception. Everything is going according to plan—until Cain, a man known for his cold and unwavering authority, starts to take a peculiar interest in her. Violet’s disguise becomes a prison of its own as she battles her own growing attraction to him. But this is no love story. Cain’s obsession to her is dangerous. Beneath cold allure lies a darkness Violet can’t ignore, a mind fractured by years of affliction by a curse. A curse made by Violet's biological mother: A powerful witch. ************* "TAKE IT OFF!" Violet’s knees nearly buckled at the thunderous command, her chest tightening with panic. The raw anger in Cain’s voice was as sharp as a blade. "My lord! I-I’m a man!" she stammered, gripping her shirt tightly, her fingers trembling as they clung to the fabric. "I don't like other men!" she cried, a desperate plea in her voice since the second she took her shirt off and he discovered that she was a woman was the moment she died. Painfully. Cain’s glare was unyielding, his voice dropping into a growl. "Don’t insult me, You think I do. You kissed me!" Her breath hitched as he stepped closer, his presence suffocating. "If you don’t take it off," he said, his tone low and dangerous, "I’ll rip it off myself." Violet’s mind raced, panic threatening to overwhelm her. She couldn’t let him find out—he’d kill her. Painfully. Glancing away to avoid his gaze when she caught the undeniable bulge in his trousers. Heat flushed her face, her thoughts spinning in desperation at the only idea she could think of to make him back off. 'This has to work. It has to!'

Josep frowned as he looked at the few newspapers spread out on the table. In an instant, he understood Annelie's point. Seeing the seriousness of the situation, Josep waved his hand to the guards who were still in the room. ‘Leave us.’ he ordered. As soon as the guards left and the door closed. The atmosphere in the room became more private. Annelie, who had been watching Josep's movements unconsciously, sensed that something was different. Those orderly and deliberate movements, as if the leader was used to dealing with pressure. However, she could not forget what he was for yesterday. ‘All the commotion in town,’ Annelie said, pointing to a pile of newspapers, ‘has one brain behind it. And as Duke, you must immediately arrest whoever is responsible for this mess.’ Josep leaned back in his chair, his seemingly flat face hiding something that caught his attention. ‘So, you believe that all this social chaos has been organised by one person?’ Josep asked in a flat voice. Annelie nodded before continuing, ‘I've read all this over and over again. Although all of these papers were written by different authors and printed in different presses, their writing styles are suspiciously similar.’ Annelie began to point out some examples that could be used as evidence for her conversation that afternoon through the newspaper. ‘The key sentences used seem like they came from a single thought. This is no coincidence, a person or group must be controlling this information to set the narrative in Eldbourne.’ Annelie's continuation made Josep stare at the newspaper calmly. Although in the back of his mind, he knew that Annelie was off the girl's track. ‘When is Lord Harrington home?’ A question that annoyed Annelie because Josep was trying to divert the conversation from a topic that he thought was very important. ‘He should be home. But, what does that have to do with my father?’ Annelie asked in an annoyed tone. Josep did not answer directly. But the young man got up from his seat and walked over to Annelie before looking at her for a moment and saying, ‘I'll take you home.’ Annelie was surprised by Josep's change in demeanour. However, Annelie should not have delved further into the riots that took place in Eldbourne. The events of that day were the gateway that made Annelie always remember the impudence that changed the fate of her life in the future. Which is full of darkness and gripping secrets.

Adam was a kid with a harsh childhood born into a poor family that struggled each day just to make ends meet. On his 11th birthday he was gifted a laptop which let him play "Theatre Of The Gods" it was his only escape from his harsh reality. As the years went by he tried his best to conquer his fate of mediocrity and became a nouveau riche playboy at a very young age. But what happened? Adam ends up being stabbed in the chest by a vengeful ex lover he doesn't even remember the name of? What else? Instead of dying he becomes a villain in his favorite game called Adam Alastair Dacre with no physical abilities and talent who dies in every possible outcome of the game's story. Adam slams his desk with rage and announces to the world: "IT HAD TO BE THIS BULLSH*T WORLD THAT'S JUST A CHESSBOARD FOR THE GODS??? WATCH ME AS I FLIP THE ENTIRE BOARD!!! ". This time Adam will go all out with all the knowledge he had from the game.

Zara's eyes were glued to Xavier's bare chest, unable to look away. The sculpted muscles, the deep V-line, the way his sweatpants hung low on his hips—she couldn't help but be captivated. It was as if her brain had short-circuited, and all logic had left her. She moved a step closer, almost unconsciously, her hand lifting as if to touch his chest. Before her fingers could make contact, Xavier's quick reflexes caught her wrist. His grip was firm, but not harsh, and he raised an eyebrow, looking at her with an amused expression. "What do you think you're doing?" he asked, his voice low but laced with a hint of teasing. Zara, startled but determined not to show weakness, scratched the back of her head awkwardly, trying to save face. "What do you mean? Why are you walking around shirtless?" she countered, trying to shift the focus off herself. Xavier's smirk deepened, his dark eyes glinting with mischief. "I'm not the one sneaking around in other people's rooms, Zara. You're the one who barged in here." Zara blinked, her mind scrambling to find an excuse. "Oh, right," she muttered, still not sure how to explain her behavior. She gave him a sheepish grin, but her eyes darted back to his chest, trying to look casual. "I was just… looking for something," she said, her words trailing off as she tried to think of a better lie. Xavier didn't buy it for a second. Slowly, he took a step forward, closing the distance between them. Zara instinctively took a step back, but Xavier followed, not giving her any space to escape. Her heart raced as she backed up again, trying to keep some distance between them, but Xavier wasn't making it easy. "Trying to run away now?" Xavier teased, his voice laced with playful challenge. He moved another step forward, and Zara continued retreating, her back now against the wall. Her breath hitched as she realized she had nowhere else to go. "I wasn't trying to run away," Zara said quickly, her voice a little too high-pitched. "Just, you know, I… I don't want to intrude. I just—"  But Xavier wasn't interested in her stammering excuses. His gaze remained locked on her, and as he stepped closer, his hand that had caught her wrist slowly slid down to her fingers, brushing against her skin. The gentle touch sent an unexpected shiver down her spine. Zara's heart hammered in her chest, and she took another step back, this time bumping into the wall with a soft thud. She couldn't help but feel the heat building between them, the tension so thick it was almost palpable. Xavier, now mere inches from her, tilted his head, his lips curling into a playful grin. "I think you're lying," he murmured, his voice soft, but full of mischief. "You were trying to touch my chest, weren't you?" Zara's face flushed with heat, and she tried to push back against him, but it was like trying to move a mountain. She cleared her throat, trying to recover some of her composure. "Maybe I was," she admitted, her voice low. "But, um… so what? It's not like you're making it easy to ignore." Xavier's grin widened as he leaned even closer, his body just inches away from hers. The closeness was overwhelming, and Zara's mind started to spin. She could feel the heat radiating off his chest, and she had to fight the urge to reach up and touch it again. "Is that so?" Xavier whispered, his breath warm against her ear. He placed his hand on the wall beside her head, trapping her in place as he stared down at her with a wicked gleam in his eyes. "You sure about that?".

As she felt the knife sink into her chest, Selina calmly accepted her fate at the hands of her brother's stalker. But life had other plans for her as she transmigrated into the cannon fodder of her brother's boy love game! Hot man to her right, hot man to her left, but why do her eyes seek the fierce lady who wants nothing to do with her? And why did this wannabe romance Otome game turn into a power fantasy instead?!

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After losing everything, Daron Lamb is consumed by grief and guilt, until he's recruited by the Special Magic Force, an elite unit protecting the balance between magical and non-magical worlds. Together, they uncover a secret organization determined to free the God of Chaos, a force sealed away to protect humanity. As Daron investigates, he uncovers a chilling link between the group and his tragic past. Driven by revenge, he joins forces with his new allies to stop them. But as the truth behind the organization’s motives begins to surface, Daron is forced to confront a disturbing possibility: freeing the God of Chaos, though orchestrated by his enemies, might not bring the destruction he's been led to believe. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Daron's gaze drifted downward to his chest. Below, the stark contrast of a faint blue light against his white skin caught his eye—a soft glow emanating from his own chest. It softly pulsed, a gentle luminescence that ebbed and flowed with the rhythm of his own heartbeat. Baffled, he just sat there for a few moments, observing. As his fingers touched the source of light, he was surprised to find that everything felt normal, as if it had always been this way. It was like nothing had changed at all. Daron's eyes widened in disbelief when he noticed a strange black liquid seeping into the wounds on his chest—a substance like ink, flowing from within him. It moved with purpose, filling the gaps left by the fat butcher and stanching the flow of blood that had painted his skin red. "By the gods," he gasped, the sight both unsettling and miraculous. The black liquid quickly solidified, forming scars as black as the night sky. His eyes remained fixed on the eerie scene, his breath steadying to a normal rhythm. He was a magician now… it felt strange. He didn't feel particularly different. Sure, a mysterious substance had just mended his broken skin, but other than that, he didn't feel like he could do anything… new, anything special. He stretched out his hand, trying to summon a sharp wind to cut down his shackles. Nothing happened. Next, a flame, to burn down his cell. Nothing happened. “Figures,” he said to himself. “Why would it be easy?” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ For news and feedback, feel free to join the Vessel of Shadows Discord: https://discord.gg/dmCYCKNwx7

Jake was a guy who just graduated and was a great strategist. On his way to see his parents he was caught In a freak accident where a pole was launched in his chest, and now finds himself in a crypt as a skeleton.

"Aizen, have you fallen?" Namikaze Minato clutched the bloody sword wound on his waist, looked up at the figure slowly flying into the air, and asked in a deep voice. "Minato, you are so arrogant! No one stood in the sky from the beginning, neither you nor me, not even God." Aizen's indifferent and deep eyes no longer have the tenderness of his former companions, and he only looks down at the devastated Konoha below... At this time, Jiraiya, one of the Sannin, was covered in blood, and was unconscious in a coma! Third Hokage Sarutobi Hiruzen was slashed by a ferocious wound on his chest, lying on the ground dying, and even the Vajra Ruyi stick transformed by the ape demon was broken in two! And behind them, the bodies of the Konoha Shinobi are even more numerous...

Sitting in class Lenna can only think about how much she wants to rip someones heart out. People have red orbs in they're chests. An unquenchable hunger folows her. She is throughed into a world full of questions and mysteries were she is one of them.

One runs from the troops of a raging Kingdom, another runs from Friends who have deformed into foes, one runs from Legacy, Ancestry and the weight of an entire Species on their back whilst the last runs from the corruption in their homeland. And all sail towards the lonely castle said thousands of years ago to have been seen in Shakur, the heart of the wintry wasteland in the North. Only by eliminating that stronghold can the freakishly united Orks be halted alongside their undead allies. Time waits for no man. But even time itself seems to stray from the lonely castle located in the North that holds together the age of Dusk. Read along as the journey unveils. Will they end with beer up their lungs or swords up their chests? Will the Age of Dusk prevail, or will Dawn rise from the horizon one last time? Only one way to find out... I swear on my third nipple that I will get this book to 100 chapters. Even if it ends up with like 21 views at the end.

Pueris, a relatively backstreet -S- Rank Villain joins the Villain Group Red 0 in a hope to accomplish something. Things end up for worse as they are cornered to battle with the New Era's Hero Association known as Beta. Blood is spread and cities levelled. Thinking it is all to end soon, Pueris looks up at the descending figure of Justice in spite. "If only I could go back." A hand pierces straight through his chest, coated in the tainted blood of Pueris. A feeling of emptiness. A blinding silver moon forms in each of Pueris' eyes. Each rotating wildly and eerily, soon a ,fluorescent silver light emerges from the ground up. It engulfs Pueris like a geiser. Voila. Pueris finds himself just about to join Red 0, a decision he made only a year back. He has returned to the past. He only has one goal now. To be the one who stands above even Justice.

Theron and Kael have been inseparable since childhood—a clever, sarcastic gnome and a confident, troublemaking werewolf prince. Together, they’ve terrorized their teachers, stolen cookies from the palace kitchens, and declared themselves “brothers for life.” But when Theron accidentally discovers he’s Kael’s fated mate, he knows the universe must have made a mistake. Why? Because Kael has spent years describing his dream mate in nauseating detail: “Big-breasted, long-haired, and so hot they’d melt snow just by walking into a room.” Theron stares at his reflection. Flat chest? Check. Short hair? Double check. Definitely not hot enough to melt snow. The Moon Goddess must be having a bad day. His solution? Pretend he doesn’t know. Ignorance is bliss, right? Hide, Gnomes were best at hiding. Except Kael eventually finds out. And chaos ensues. “You’re my mate?” “Uh… no, I’m not. You’ve got the wrong gnome. Goodbye!” Theron yells, making a break for it. Kael isn’t having it. He chases him down like a wolf on a hunt. “You think you can outrun me? You’re like, three .” “Four feet!” Theron snaps, before getting tackled. Now, Theron is stuck with a mate who won’t take no for an answer. “You said you like big-breasted girls! Look at me—I’m a twig!” Kael shrugs, grinning. “I’ve decided I like twigs.” “What about long hair?” “Yours is short, but it’s cute.” Theron throws up his hands. “I’m not sexy!” Kael smirks. “Not yet. But give me some time.”

Apollo Musashi, the main character is a hard worker. Training each day to get stronger and stronger. He has aspirations of being above everything and has the will to make it happen. With this story I dream of bringing back old Shounen and characters that are mean in just the right way. I've seen many new shows try to make their characters as nice as possible, and although I'm making my character nice, he going to be a bit of a pain in the ass. I'm going to try to make the most realistic characters I can make within the confines of this verse. I watch most things nowadays realizing many of these character are just too unbelievably nice with no outbursts and I find that entirely unrealistic. No, I'm not going to have a harem for the main character, because that too I believe is entirely unrealistic from the real world. Without a further adue, I hope you like it.

Ding! [The Host has died!] A system message popped up in front of Nell's body after his last dying breath. Ding! [Dark Evolution has been activated to absorb the death essence of the host.] And then he opened his eyes to find himself in the past right before the battle started. 'Ah! Am I back to the past?' Ding! [Please choose a partner to start the Dark Evolution process.] [Partner Condition: Must be a living creature from the Monster category, not the Human category] [Partner Gender has to be Female.] 'Partner? A monster?' Nell's heart pounded in his chest, and he felt a cold sweat coming on. 'A female monster?' P.S. Cover isn't mine.

When the game and the world merge, a new era descends. The previous system collapsed. Spinning the roulette of fate is a sign of advantage. The world widens, and the previous world map becomes useless. It becomes the battle of rush. The unlucky become more unlucky, the lucky ones become strong. It is not about morals but survival. It is not about you but it is about me. Yuuri was the first-ever merchant, whom the others deemed as a useless class. _ _ _ _ _ _ _ Three players are in front of me. A girl who has horns and is grinning widely, an old man in white who has a solemn expression and a handsome wolf-eared beast young man who is topless. All of them have similarities, all of them is pointing their weapon at me. I look up at them with a cup of tea in my hand. The mouth part in my mask disappeared, I sip the tea that is in my hand. "It is delicious!" When I put the cup of tea down, I sighed and then said in a tone not a bit impatient. "Y'all should sit down, it is better to talk with peace. Why use violence when we can solve it in thru talking?" The three sit down, their eyes are lifeless. There's no resemblance between the previous one and the current one. "Shall we talk?" "Yes!" they answered my question monotonously. _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ This is my second book, as of now I am still finding my genre. I am also somewhat lacking in English, it is not my mother tongue so I'll have grammatical errors.

Dive into a series of creepy poems that are sure to keep you on your toes!

Senior Server Felix stood at the front of the church, his voice steady and solemn as he greeted the congregation. “Our help is in the name of the Lord,” he intoned. “Who made Heaven and Earth,” the people responded in unison, their voices matching his reverent tone. “Today, we initiate new members into this divine and holy Order,” Felix continued. “Today, we welcome new brethren into the bosom of our Lord Jesus Christ.” At the back of the church, Louis sat on one of the few single chairs, his posture slightly slouched as his focus remained on a sheet of music in his hands. The title read, "Brightest and Best – Key of A-flat." 'Why didn’t Gramps give me an F or G? A-flat is so difficult, and I only have three days to finish it,' he grumbled silently, his brow furrowing in frustration. But he dared not voice his complaints. He could already imagine his grandfather assigning him even more difficult pieces—F-sharps and endless A-flats—as punishment. From the front of the church, a serene voice called out, “Harry! Step forward!” Louis glanced up, momentarily pulled from his inner musings. His eyes landed on a girl stepping forward from the pews. She had black hair neatly styled in a bun and striking green eyes that seemed to shine with warmth and composure. Dressed in a modest brown dress and black sandals, with a rosary resting gracefully around her neck, she exuded a calm, dignified presence. Her tanned skin and graceful demeanor only added to the aura of reverence surrounding her, befitting an Altar server. 'Sigh,' Louis thought as he brushed a hand through his white hair, his blue eyes softening with a mix of admiration and envy. 'I wonder what it’s like to be an Altar server. They all seem so pure and divine… and powerful.' Just as he returned his attention to his music, a calm, gentlemanly voice spoke beside him. “You could also be an Altar server, if you’re interested.” “Huh?” Louis blurted out, snapping his head to the side. But no one was there. “What in the name of Jesus is going on here?” he muttered, glancing nervously around. “At least you know my name,” the voice replied again, seemingly amused. “What?” Louis whispered, his heart beginning to race. "I'm certain you will be a good server," the voice said, calm yet enigmatic. Louis narrowed his eyes, still searching for its source. "Who are you?" "I have many personalities. I have many names," the voice replied with an air of mystery. "It’s your choice which one you accept." "You’re not making any sense," Louis muttered, growing more unsettled. "Blessed are those who have not seen but believed…" Before Louis could respond, his vision blurred, and the world around him seemed to melt away. He jolted awake, gasping for air. His hands clutched the crumpled sheet of music, its corners bent from his restless grip. His head teetered precariously over the edge of his bed, a faint ache in his neck reminding him of the awkward position he’d been in. "Holy Mother of Jesus!" he exclaimed as he lost his balance, tumbling off the bed in a heap of blankets and scattered papers.

Visceral jolts of electricity course through my veins, sending signals of pain up my arms and even further to the rest of my body, smoking, burning and scorching my upper chest, neck and both of my arms not even giving me a second of rest. With the cold air of the sea gliding over my still smouldering wounds, the stench of burnt flesh invades my nostrils. As my vision starts to blur, my eyes drift towards a flag flying in tangent with the waves, the colours so distinct they still stay with me to this day, a dark crimson, a jet black and frost white being sparingly used.

“THOU WILL GO BACK TO THE TIME OF THE FIRST BATTLEFIELD AGAIN AND AGAIN WITH EACH DEATH. CHANGE HIS FATE, YOU MAY. UNTIL THOU REACH THE END THY WISHES FOR.” It was as if I had been living for this moment.  I grasped the dagger tightly in my fist and shoved the blade into my chest as hard as I could.   This is the story of how I became the infinite regressor and changed the fate of the entire world. ____________________________ After being assasinated for the throne by his best friend, Banquo is granted infinite regression, where he must stop the murder of the king and prevent the tragedy of Macbeth from happening at all costs. Yet, changing this story seems impossible… A spin-off tale of Shakespeare’s Macbeth ⚠️not historically accurate to medieval scotland ⚠️old english will be used for only the first few chapters or so

He has a heart of ice but for her, he'd burn the world Alex Volkov is a devil blessed with the face of an angel and cursed with a past he can’t escape. Driven by a tragedy that has haunted him for most of his life, his ruthless pursuits for success and vengeance leave little room for matters of the heart. But when he’s forced to look after his best friend’s sister, he starts to feel something in his chest: A crack, a melt, a fire that could end his world as he knew it. Ava Chen is a free spirit trapped by nightmares of a childhood she can’t remember. But despite her broken past, she’s never stopped seeing the beauty in the world including the heart beneath the ice exterior of a man she shouldn’t want. Her brother’s best friend, her neighbor, her savior and her downfall! Theirs is a love that was never supposed to happen but when it does, it unleashes secrets that could destroy them both and everything they hold dear