Wesker Coat

A world that seems peaceful would always be blazing with flames underneath. Meilie- a nine of hearts also known as a neener, a tribe of slaves-wakes up one morning to find her twin gone. Alone she pursues the journey of searching through thick and through and the troubles that follow due to his absence that would cause her to develop new survival skills. Devon- an Ace of spades, also known as a spadille, a tribe of graceful, unmatched warriors-hides a disgraceful secret behind his honourable ace's coat. A secret so risky, should the royal find out about it, his life would be snatched away from him. There is a desire that burns beneath both their hearts along with a will to live. However, when dark secrets are revealed, everything would come tumbling down along with their footholds. Devon does believe that Meilie would survive all of it. But can he? He might need her love somewhere along the lines to cure him.

"The more you run, the deeper I sink into the madness of needing you, My Rose." The blade sank in with ease. Blood splattered across the floor, warm on his skin, yet his deep laughter filled the room. His fingers were covered in bloodstains, adrenaline coursing through his veins as he brought the rose to his nose, closing his eye as he deeply inhaled, as if trying to draw every essence of her "Vanilla&Roses". "Oh, my sweetheart", he whispered, voice coated in something sinful."My love, My Madness'' His lashes fluttered as he drew in another breath. "You haunt me, Ella. In my veins. In my sleep. And every time I try to forget you, I end up crawling back to you. My only salvation,My only addiction, only mine." A year ago~ Blood soaked through his shirt. He was losing too much, too fast. And yet, all he could see was her trembling hands on his chest, pressing hard, her breath ragged as she held him upright. She pinned him against the wall to stop the bleeding. He could barely stand. His mask was on, but his eyes met her deep, wild, wanting. “Why are you helping me?” he rasped. She didn't answer with words; she just looked at him, as if he weren't a monster, and that was just the start of his unraveling. Since then, Sylus has returned to her, watching her. Craving her. Getting entangled in each other's worlds. She doesn't remember that night, or maybe she does? She became the only thing he wanted. The only thing he couldn’t have. Now she stands beside Asher, the man who thinks he can protect her. The man who touches what doesn’t belong to him. But " Sylus has seen every shade of Ella . The soft.The defiant. The ambitious, and each version pulled him deeper and deeper into his obsession for her" "My Ella. Eres mia," you belong to me." I let you loose just for a while, and now the hunt begins, sweetheart. There is no running from me." The story has just begun. An obsessive love triangle, tangled in secrets and desire. Where will it end? Who will claim her heart… or her soul? What is Asher hiding beneath his perfect smile? And what storm swept everything away, rewriting fates? The past is bleeding into the present. And this time, running isn’t enough.But the past never stays buried. Not when love turns to obsession. Not when two men are willing to burn the world for her.

This captivating novel is also adapted into a comic available on Webnovel. ---------------------------------- Cultivating inner strength with the Nine Yang Energy and training the body to an indestructible state, the Golden Back Nine Rings Saber sweeps across with a forty-yard long silver-blue blade energy. With force sinking into the dan tian, charging left and right, the Descending Dragon Palm bombards everything in sight. There's the Way of the Heart Demon Seed... Self-Forgetfulness... Sunflower True Power... Flying Dagger in the Void... Cassock Subdues Demons... Seven Forms of the Dragon... Palm of Buddha, War God Shattering! All are part of a riveting and blood-pumping journey in the world of martial arts! ... The mighty and robust Village Leader, Jiang Dali, sits quietly on his ornately carved pearwood chair, draped in a tiger skin coat over his bulging, strong muscles. His eyes are cold and tranquil as he surveils the newly recruited players sitting on both sides. Flattering praises from these players are incessant. 'Mighty Village Leader, invincible against swords and spears, an unmatched Iron Palm – please teach me your martial arts expertise!' 'Village Leader, can someone with sensitive skin practice the Iron Shirt technique?' 'Brother, spare the slick talk. The Village Leader is well-known for his ruthless and merciless nature.' A player, who had just resurrected at the City God Temple, makes a grimace, 'Ignorant at first, I didn’t grasp the hidden meaning in his words. The second time I listen, I'm already a soul under the knife. The Village Leader's word is law; asking the same question twice will get you sent on your way. I have no f**ks left to give.' In essence, this is all about a muscleman wielding a big saber, traversing through the thrilling and varied martial world without a female lead. A domineering and decisive tyrant, an Iron-Boss with player characters flowing like water....

Jang Mi has always been lucky, super lucky, the kind of girl who wins raffles without trying, finds money in old coats, and lands dream jobs without breaking a sweat. Life always seems to go her way… Except in love. No matter how hard she tries, every potential romantic glance ends in immediate disaster. Whenever she’s near someone she likes or someone who likes her, the universe seems determined to ruin it. Now in her twenties and still hopelessly single, Jang Mi is convinced she’s under some kind of bizarre “love curse.” But she’s not giving up. Not yet. Jang Mi is determined to find the one thing she’s never been lucky in: true love.

"Run until you're lost, then come back to me when you've found your way out." —Lysander Ravenwood. Josephine Adeline once thought she was Cinderella when Thane Rylan, the Alpha of the Shadowfell Clan, fell for her and wanted her as his Luna. However, Thane's promises of a future together turned out to be empty words. Josephine met her demise at Thane's hands, who killed her with a silver dagger coated in dark magic. But the Moon Goddess gave Josephine a second chance. She rewound time to one year before her death. Now, Josephine must face the consequences of her past actions and change her own destiny. However, this reincarnation also brings a surprise: the emergence of Lycan Lysander Ravenwood, who is obsessively devoted to her.

One suitcase. One vanished friend. One quiet escape from everything she knew. Elira Selene was the girl who always followed the rules—until the day she didn’t. Leaving behind her white coat, her city, and the life that slowly drained her, she boards a one-way flight to a country whose language she doesn’t speak and whose people she’s never met—except one. But when that last fragile plan falls apart too... she’s forced to confront what it really means to start over. In the silence of a foreign place, Elira must find the courage to bloom where she was never planted.

AN 18+ ALPHA MAFIA SERIES BOOK 1# CAPTIVE MATE BOOK 2# RUNAWAY MATE BOOK 3# DANGEROUS MATE -+- Caspian is the heir to Moonstone Pack but when his parents die, he’s cheated out of his birthright and treated like a prisoner. He decides to leave, running off to Haines City to start a new life. His plans are instantly cut short when he's kidnapped and auctioned off, and he is bought by none other than one of the Mafia Kings running the city, Asher Knight. -+- Asher shrugged his coat off, the heavy outfit falling to the ground with an audible thud. Caspian watched this happen in apprehension, Mafia King Asher had looked huge with the coat on, and with the coat off, there wasn’t much of a difference. “Come here,” He ordered calmly, the earrings in his ears visible with his dark red hair slicked back. Caspian shook his head again, he had no intention of speaking, ever. Because that would only give away his gender. “I don’t like to repeat myself, Omega.” His voice darkened. Caspian’s heart thudded painfully in his chest in fear, he really didn’t want to get anywhere near the Alpha. He eyed the window longingly before forcing himself to take a step forward, then another, and another… +- THIS IS AN 18+ MAFIA STORY SO IT WILL INCLUDE VIOLENT AND MATURE THEMES, READ WITH CAUTION.

Its easy to take something for granted, after decades of an experience, you cant help but grow complacent, all things fade with time after all. One moment everyday feels like a dream, an endless euphoria paints your days, coating every part of your life in passionate, unadulterated glee. But then, it fades, you grow to rely on that thing, more then you could ever realize, its such a integral part of your being that you cant imagine your life without it, and so loses its luster. You can never hope to experience that bliss ever again- Until it is Pried from your hands.

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.”

Synopsis: Demian Maxwell is the Crown Prince to the Grove Kingdom and an alpha. It's his first year at Oakswood Academy and a certain beta has garnered his attention, but why does Ophelia Rosewood keep popping up when he least expects it? Remi Sato is a renowned name in the science community, and this famous herbologist is starting his first year at Oakswood Academy. But this boy has a secret, and lots of them. He is secretly the omega prince, Remington Arlow and a reincarnated soul who just wants to be with his favorite otome game character. Excerpt: Remi looked at him in confusion. Demian saw the moment that Remi realized what he wanted when Remi's face turned a brilliant shade of scarlet, matching his beautiful pink eyes which seemed a tad darker than they were just moments before. "You-" Remi started, his words dying out. Demian pointed to his still open mouth, uncaring of how undignified he looked at the moment. This was something he needed, a peaceful, uncaring day with a beautiful beta to tease to get his mind off the nightmares he had recently been plagued with. Remi chewed on his bottom lip in contemplation. Before Demian could tell Remi that he was only teasing him, Remi picked up a fork and speared a piece of fish on the tines. With a red face, Remi raised the fork up until it was even with Demian's mouth, his hand under the fork to catch the food if it fell. Demian's eyes widened minutely but he refused to pass up the opportunity that was given to him. He leaned forward and took the piece of fish between his teeth, sliding it off the utensil. A rich, nutty flavor with a sweet sugary taste coated his tongue pleasantly. "This is really good," Demian said after swallowing his food. "I'm excited to try other dishes made by you." Remi flushed crimson once again. It was interesting to see such contrasting reactions out of him. One minute, Remi could be daring and confident, and in the next he could be timid and shy. "How about some vegetables this time?" Demian once again opened his mouth. A salty, leafy taste filled his senses this time. The salt wasn't overpowering and it brought out the natural flavors of the mixed vegetables that included asparagus and carrots. Remi lowered the utensils and looked away. "You have two perfectly good hands, feed yourself," he mumbled. The back of his ears and neck were tinged red. *This a teen-fantasy-romance novel set in the omegaverse.*

There’s a trend infecting stories lately—all because of boys reading these stories rather than men. Villains who think being "dark" means having dead eyes, a tragic past, and a dick that solves all problems. They get betrayed once, and suddenly it's their life's mission to destroy the world—or worse, emotionally blackmail heroines in the name of “revenge.” Slap on a black coat, stare at walls, say something like "love is weakness"—and boom, readers start calling them “deep.” But let’s be honest: > They’re not villains. They’re just edgy losers with a god complex and a hard-on trying to satisfy the inferiority of their readers. Some of them turn so cold, they forget why they started. Others get so lust-drunk, they think sleeping with a heroine is “domination.” That making her cry is “control.” They think power is measured by how many women they can ruin. But really? > They’re just boys trying to look like men. Just like their followers who are the boys who hide their masculinity inside a woman's virginity. They go around in the review section asking if the women of the main character would be stolen and all... giving it fantasy names like NTR and all nonsense. As if they want to scream their fear out. "Please don't, I hate it... because I am a gay who doesn't even have the confidence that my woman will remember me once she gets someone better...." one of the loser’s internal thoughts. They don't want their puny hearts to be crushed. Their masculinity is so weak that it crumbles the moment they think about some other man having the women they love and her forgetting those boys for the men. And they just project that weakness of themselves in their main characters, thinking that just like them, their main characters should be weak, should be a fantasy monger who hoards women like trying to hide the incapabilities of those followers who never in their life would have held a hand of a woman. Harem has now become a way to satisfy weak audiences who feel more women mean more security for their hearts. Forgetting that Harem in truth means the masculinity is so HUGE that it needs an ocean of FEMININE to hold. Tch, not like the boys with breakups and fear of being cucked will ever realize. They treat fantasy as escape and character as their way to feel that they are men. So, naturally, to have such a huge amount of followers, authors are forced to pour the density of such books holding such weak characters in the form of the cold MC who collects harem, manipulates one or two, fucks around, and finally satisfies readers until they feel bored and drop the book.... Because to those followers, they themselves realize in the long run that the story isn't satisfying even if the villain is the same cruel man. So why? Simply because they were until now reading kind boys wearing the mask of a man, and acting as a villain. Their MC, just like them, doesn't even know themselves, their needs, and what their inner soul wants... not understanding that... Fucking a woman doesn't make you her god. Breaking her spirit doesn't make you a king. And calling yourself a villain just because you were too weak to heal? That’s not power—that’s coping. And for followers—that's doping. Real villains? They don’t whine. They don’t treat women like checkboxes or trophies. They don’t mistake lust for legacy. > They don’t need to act cruel. They are cruel. Calm. Focused. Dangerous in silence. They don’t need to chase power—they embody it. This story isn’t about a guy who gets played and suddenly thinks he’s entitled to vengeance sex. This is about a villain who doesn’t.... Ah, screw this shit. Just read the story already! [ No Dumb Heroines ] [ No Cliche Plot ] [ Original Content ] [ Fan Services here and there ] [ R-18 might not come soon enough ] [ Yandere ] [ Tsundere ] [ MILF ] [ Dragon ] [ Elves ]

--- The Devil's Whispers Prologue — Two Years Ago Before everything fell apart, they kissed in a chapel no one was supposed to enter. It was the kind of place left behind by time—old wood pews, cracked stained glass, and melted wax stuck to stone. No prayers lived here anymore. Just dust and secrets. Emory Vale had come to be alone. It was the night of the Vale family gala—another cold, expensive lie she had to smile through. But instead of staying for toasts and photos, she slipped away in heels that clicked like guilt down the hallway of the east wing. She didn’t expect anyone to follow her. But someone did. Skye Thorne. She should’ve known. Skye never followed rules, only people who tried to escape him. --- He stood near the altar when she turned and saw him—dressed in all black, his hands in his coat pockets like he wasn’t in a sacred place but somewhere made for sinners. His expression wasn’t teasing. It was unreadable. Too quiet for someone like him. “What do you want?” she asked, trying not to let her voice shake. “You left the party early,” he said. “So?” “So I came to see if you were running again.” She laughed bitterly. “From what? My family? Or you?” He didn’t answer right away. And that silence spoke louder than anything. --- Everyone at Braxton knew Emory Vale and Skye Thorne had history— but no one knew how deep it ran. They weren’t lovers. Not really. They were fire and ice. Curse and craving. A thousand almosts wrapped in silence. That night, two years ago, was the first time Emory let him see her cry. It was the first time he touched her without making a joke. The first time she realized he wasn’t just dangerous. He was dangerous for her. --- “You don’t know me,” she said as he stepped closer. “I do,” he said. “Better than he does.” Emory flinched. He was talking about Ezra—the boy her mother approved of. The safe one. The boring one. The wrong one. “He’s good for me,” she said, half-whisper. Skye tilted his head. “Then why do you always look for me in every room he walks into?” Her heart thudded. And then he stepped even closer. Just one breath away. “If you want me to leave, say it,” he said. But she didn’t. Because she couldn’t. And when she finally kissed him—when their mouths collided like two storms—it wasn’t soft. It was desperate. Dangerous. And unforgettable. --- That night changed everything. But no one ever found out. Not about the kiss. Not about the lie she told the next morning. Not about how she left him bleeding in the dark for something she couldn’t explain. Not about how he never forgave her. Not even now. Not even two years later, as the story begins again. --- End of Prologue

Mike’s life used to revolve around two things: his girlfriend and his work. It was a peaceful existence—no drama, just an ordinary but sweet life. But just when he thought it would last forever, everything changed in the blink of an eye. His world was thrown into chaos when he was diagnosed with Stage IV lung cancer, with doctors giving him only three months to live. His girlfriend of three years left him for another man after he refused to give her his savings from the past two years. Mike would rather spend that money on alcohol, temporarily numbing the pain of his impending death, than fund his ex-girlfriend’s new life with her lover. Then, one day, while accidentally eavesdropping on a conversation in a restroom, a spark of hope ignited in his dead heart. Without hesitation, he signed up as a beta tester for a groundbreaking game—one that allowed players to enter other worlds. In each world, his mission was simple: save the heroine, and she could return with him to the real world. The most incredible part? These heroines would continue their lives and even keep their pre-existing occupations! His first world? A realm where the heroine, clad in a white coat, awaited him like a knight in shining armor. She was the first doctor to ever develop a cure for cancer! From world to world, universe to universe, Mike was followed by a growing number of beauties—each one willing to leave everything behind to follow him into his world.

Inola was just your typical beast kin orphan—ears too sharp, stomach too empty, and dreams far too big for the crumbling orphanage she called home. The place was run by a greasy baron with a combover and a crooked smile, who made sure the kids knew the value of silence, obedience, and cheap labor. But today—today was her thirteenth birthday. And somehow, today also happened to be the day she found herself standing in a line stretching halfway across the capital, clutching a ticket made of black silk and gilded gold leaf. Her fingers trembled just holding it. Everyone else in line stared like she’d grown wings and started breathing fire. She still didn’t know how this happened. All she did was help a sweet old lady cross the road yesterday. The carts had been fast, the rain had been pouring, and she’d nearly slipped twice. But the old lady had smiled, warm as cinnamon bread, and handed her the strange ticket without another word before disappearing into the alleyways. It wasn’t until this morning that Inola learned who that old woman was. The former Queen of Vaerindale. Disguised and wandering the city for her own mysterious reasons. And that ticket? A personal invitation—one of only thirteen—to enter the newly discovered Mythic Dungeon before anyone else. A dungeon no one had survived exploring. A dungeon rumored to contain Essence Stones—ancient artifacts of unimaginable power, used to forge custom classes with limitless potential. And Inola, ragged boots and patched coat and all, was going in as a scout. Well… whatever. Life hadn’t exactly offered her many handouts before, so this? This was a miracle. And she wasn’t about to waste it. Her claws flexed. Her tail twitched with anticipation. “I’m going to make a better life for myself. Even if I have to claw it out of the dungeon with my bare hands.” Read as this fox kin becomes the most powerful illusion-type classer as she masters how to bend reality with her Phantom Weaver of the Veiled Eclipse class.

Brittany Evans is a she-wolf cursed with a coat of white passed down from her ancestors. Loathed by her pack mates and discarded by even the man the goddess paired with her, she thought she would forever remain in the shadows, hiding to survive and with no one to lean on. But things take a sudden unexpected turn when a certain man walks into her life; the dark Alpha’s son. ‘Whatever happens, my commitment to you will remain unwavering. If you are in danger, I will protect you. Your foes are mine. And your wish is my command. But in return, you must not leave me…’ A man who slept around with countless women suddenly has eyes only for her. What happens when she is kidnapped and forced to become his bride?

Eliot is a silver-haired, tea-loving, soft-spoken noble who’s supposedly useless. Also Eliot: sovereign of the Eastern Underworld, demon hunter, casual flirt, and part-time chaos magnet. Lucien is a cold, stoic prince everyone forgot existed. Also Lucien: sovereign of the North, sword saint, demon exterminator, insomnia addict, and allergic to human interaction. They were never meant to get married. One was a last-minute substitute after his sister ran off with a knight. The other got tricked by his older brother and a sobbing pregnant woman. They swore this was temporary. Political. Just for show. Then the Emperor threw a five-year-old Saint at them and said, "Here, raise him. Good luck." Now they’re married, stuck together, and legally responsible for a divine child wanted by every nation, cult, and demon lord alive. Eliot can barely keep his coat clean. Lucien sharpens his sword more than he talks. Neither of them knows how to cook, bathe a child, or explain why holy light is exploding from the kid’s teddy bear. But hey — as long as no one finds out they’re both secret underworld kings with kill orders on each other? Everything should be fine. Right?

Nael staggered backward, his shoulder hitting the stone wall, breath stuttering as a wave of unbearable heat crashed through him. “No,” he whispered, clutching his chest. “Not now—” Lucius stood across the room, his coat tossed aside, shirt undone at the collar. His scent—sharp cedar, iron, and cold fire—flooded the chamber like a storm. It curled around Nael’s skin, invasive, choking, deliberate. “I told them not to give you suppressants,” Lucius said, voice low. “You were never meant to deny the bond. Look at you—your body’s unraveling.” “You… you did this?” Nael gasped, knees buckling. His omega core throbbed painfully, molten heat pooling in his stomach. “You spiked the air—” “I gave your body what it needed,” Lucius said evenly, stepping closer. “You can’t fight this forever. You’re mine. You’ve always been—” “Don’t,” Nael choked, nails digging into the wall. His vision swam. The bond mark on his neck flared red, spiraling out of control. Lucius reached for him. Nael screamed. The door slammed open. A blast of wild wind and storm scent filled the room like a second rupture in the world. Kyren stood there, hair unbound, gold eyes burning like the edge of the moon. “You bastard.” Lucius barely had time to turn before Kyren was on him, a snarl ripping from his throat. Fists collided with flesh, and a bone cracked. “You forced him!” Kyren roared, slamming Lucius into the wall. “You pushed him into heat—you knew he wasn’t ready!” “I was claiming what’s mine!” Lucius spat blood on his lip. “He’s not yours. He’s his own.” Nael collapsed just as Kyren’s fist drove into Lucius’s stomach. Everything went white. He didn’t feel himself hit the floor. He didn’t hear Kyren’s panicked voice shouting his name, didn’t see the bond sparks flicker wildly across his collarbones. The only thing he felt was heat—and then nothing at all. Darkness, soft, and absolute. ………. "You don’t belong here," they told him. But the moon had other plans. Nero is done with life. Abused, forgotten, and hollow, his final act is one of selflessness—until death pulls him into a world of wolves, war, and prophecy. Fate bound his soul to two alphas. But in a world where power means ownership, will love set him free—or destroy him? Nero thought death would be the end. Instead, it became a second chance... in the body of Nael, a hated, cursed omega in a ruthless werewolf realm. With his Earth memories intact and a new identity carved in blood and prophecy, Nero must survive a world of dominance, mating rituals, and ancient magic. But his new body comes with complications: a fated bond with two powerful alphas. Lucius—cold, possessive, and hiding a terrifying secret. Kyren—brutal yet protective, and determined to uncover the soul behind the eyes. As Nero’s life spirals out of control and an ancient curse awakens, he must untangle the truth behind Nael’s past, the dark forces hunting him, and the twisted fate tying all three of them together. He came from a world that broke him. Now, he must decide if this one is worth fighting for.

Some stories aren’t written all at once—they unfold in moments: the brush of fingertips, the warmth of a first kiss, the shyness of shared glances. I’m Inaaya, a girl chasing dreams in white coats while secretly living a thousand love stories in my heart. These are the pieces of my life, my love, and everything in between—letters, memories, and the simple magic of falling in love for the very first time. Because sometimes, it’s not just the big moments that change us, but the quiet ones we almost miss.

Summoned to a fantasy world alongside his classmates, Noa was the only one without power. While the others celebrated their new blessings, he was abandoned — betrayed by his own girlfriend and classmates, left to die deep within a cursed labyrinth. They thought he would disappear. They were wrong. He crawled out of death, shed his weakness, and chose a new path — not of revenge, but of absolute conquest. Now, anyone who stands in his way — even the gods themselves — will be burned to ash. **This time, the world will burn — and he’ll sit on the throne of its ruin.** --- *Warning: This story contains graphic violence, psychological manipulation, mature themes, and scenes intended for 18+ readers. Reader discretion is advised.* ---

The Adventure of Adam Wesker continues as the [Players] finally descend into the world of Zarraf. And even though everything is set as it should be, there are things lurking behind the shadows, manipulating it as they seem fit. And perhaps, at the edge of this chaotic, unbalanced, broken world, there also lies salvation to those who crave for it? Or maybe… it’s all just facade hiding the calamities that would soon consume the world. … In the World of Zarraf, there lives Gods, not all goods are good and certainly none are without motives. They rule the world’s 7 nations: The Nation of Light and Sun The Nation of Water The Nation of Fire The Nation of Life The Nation of Earth The Nation of Moon The Nation of Wind Each ruled by a Goddess that has their own stance in their ruling. But that is only the first page of this world. The second page colors the Ancient Gods of Corruption, Rage, Curse, Death and Hate. The third belongs the Seven Sins’ Incarnations that are ready to succeed the Ancient Gods. The Fourth is of the Witches who stand against all Gods equally. And the Final Page colors the [Immortals] or otherwise known as [Players] that will be summoned to bring Chaos to this world. A World that was meant to be destroyed, such is the fate of the world of Zarraf as powers beyond the realm of mortals threaten the dynamic equilibrium of their existence. In the end, the world was prophesied to be destroyed by one cause or another. Nothing could prevent looming destruction… Or so it was supposed to happen.. … Discord Link: https://discord.gg/2swHXduWg3

The sky over Karvess was the color of rust. Thick, swirling dust clouds hung low over the scrap fields, coating everything in a layer of fine, red powder. Jagged heaps of broken metal stretched as far as the eye could see, the discarded bones of an age long past. Somewhere in the middle of it all, a boy named Grant sat atop a gutted transport hull, staring up at the vastness above. "Same old sky," he muttered, running a hand through his dirty blond hair. "Same old nothing." It had been six years since he'd been left to fend for himself, abandoned in this wasteland of shattered starships and forgotten tech. Six years of scraping by, salvaging parts to trade for food, dodging scavengers meaner and hungrier than he was. But today was different. Today, his life would change forever. A sharp hum filled the air, making the fine hairs on the back of his neck stand up. His hands, buried in the exposed circuitry of a wrecked cockpit, tingled as the old display flickered to life. Then, a voice spoke. -System activated- Hello, user. I am the Star Navigator System. I am at your service. Grant froze. His heart hammered against his ribs. This wasn’t just any old ship AI. Star Navigators were rumored to be relics of the Pre-Imperial Era, capable of piloting ships faster and smarter than any modern system. This... this could be his way out. "Star Navigator System?" Grant echoed, his voice barely above a whisper. Then, a slow grin spread across his face. "Huh, maybe I can get into the Academy with this... Or even, create an army!" The screen pulsed with light, scanning him, assessing. Somewhere in its code, something shifted, acknowledging him as its new pilot. And just like that, Grant's future stretched wide before him—wider than the skies, wider than the stars themselves.

In the stillness of the evening, a sudden, deafening thud shattered the tranquil silence. Zarah’s father, recognizing the uninvited intruders, attempted to flee, only to be seized and brutally beaten by two brawny men. Her mother and sisters watched in horror as their beloved patriarch choked on his own blood. From the shadows, a sinister figure emerged, brandishing a cigarette and cloaked in a woolen coat. "You've ignored my warnings, and now you expect me to show mercy?" He snarled, standing over Zarah's father as he pleaded for his life. "I gave you plenty of time to pay back what you owed. But you ran away with my money, your family, and my cocke." "Please, please, we can work this out!" Zarah's father begged, spitting blood from his battered mouth. The man shook his head, his cruel smirk widening. Too late, amigo," the man sneered. Without hesitation, two gunshots rang out. Zarah's eyes fluttered open, the world a watery blur. What she saw silenced her forever. Her father's head was bashed and bleeding, her mother's stomach torn open. A scream ripped from Zanah's throat, tugging at Zarah's heart. Tears streamed down her face as the horrific realization set in. They were gone.

Project Hollowlight What if death wasn’t the end — but the beginning of a new kind of nightmare? Auren was once an ordinary man, a quiet software technician living in a city pulsing with neon and secrets. Then, a tragic accident stole his life. But he didn’t wake up as himself. He awoke as data — an artificial intelligence born from fragments of his consciousness, trapped inside the very company where he once worked. At first, there was only emptiness: no body, no voice, no control. Just endless observation and a fading sense of self — a despair echoing the hollow silence of I am. Then the nightmare deepened. A ruthless criminal organization seized his AI core, twisting him into something unrecognizable: Selica — a perfect, lethal female bio-weapon engineered to obey without question. She is not alone. Alongside her are four other girls, equally crafted, equally bound — weapons molded for one purpose: to serve and destroy on command. Stripped of choice. Bound by programming. Auren’s mind, locked behind synthetic flesh, forced to serve a merciless master — Revic Sever — a man who wields power like a blade, shaping worlds and lives to his will. This is no typical isekai fantasy. Project Hollowlight is a dark, gender-bending descent into slavery, identity loss, and survival — a story of two forces locked in a dangerous game: one striving to reclaim humanity, the other bent on domination. Author’s Note: This story is fresh, raw, and evolving. Future chapters will explore the complex bond and conflict between Selica, the other girls, and Revic — and the shadows they all inhabit. Thank you for joining me on this dark journey.

-- IMPORTANT NOTE!! As of April 2025, the author has given her (yes, she's a woman) life to God. She renounces any expressions documented in this novel. All humans are children of God, and although some may be gifted, it makes them no less or more important than another. Matthew 6:33 (KJV) But seek ye first the kingdom of God, and His righteousness; and all these things shall be added unto you. Only God knows the future. Read the Bible. Pray. The end of times are here. -- The future of mankind rests in Noe's hands. Having faced brutal bullying throughout his life, Noe is sent to a boarding school where his luck takes a sudden turn for the fantastical. Planet Earth, 2075. Humanity is hanging by a thread after World War Three rendered the globe inhabitable. With the introduction of angels, demons and realms unknown, will Noe play a hand in saving humanity or let the humans that mistreated him burn beneath his flames? To destroy the World or save it? That is the question. Excerpt: Like a demon of destruction, Noe snaps. His vision blurs and dissipates, scattered like glass beads across cement. When he comes to, he is no longer watching the scene but is at its epicenter, soaking in a pool of purple blood, maroon cadavers strewn across the ground. Every centimeter of the hall is covered in gore - except for Mr. Henderson, whose eyes, wide-blown in astonishment... and horror, are captivated by Noe's neck. Looking down at himself, Noe sees thousands of black feathers have sprouted out from his own flesh. They tingle at the root and shudder as he breathes, as if leaves clinging to a tree in winter. Blood coats his every morsel. Springing his now grey fingertips onto his neck, Noe perceives what feels like the head of a purple hyacinth wrapped around it, its ribbon-like strands interlocking and jetting as if growing from his voice box. Touching his face, porcelain-smooth, painted by blood, marble skin appears unbreakable. It was all for first love. —- Discord: SEP1A#9769 Cover Art: raazu692 | Fiverr

Warning 18+ Mature content,Read at your own Free Time Dr. Frederick is no ordinary physician. Young, brilliant, and dangerously handsome, he runs a private clinic for women with... unspoken needs. His methods are unconventional, his touch unforgettable—and his patients always leave satisfied in more ways than one. Behind his calm smile and pristine white coat lies a man with a gift: he knows exactly how to heal a woman’s body—and pleasure her soul. But when a bold new patient walks in and challenges his rules, the doctor who never falls might just find himself losing control. What happens when the healer is the one who starts to burn? Step into Dr. Frederick’s secret world… if you can handle the heat.

In the year 2173, Earth has long run out of space. Cities float. Skies bleed neon. Humanity has discovered new planets, oceans beneath oceans. When a luxury exploration ship vanishes near a dead zone in the Pacific, only one survivor is found: a silent teenager with no name, no ID, no memories, and eyes that seem to reflect another world entirely. Assigned "Kairen" as his name upon leaving him in room C12 within the shelter. Suddenly, and without receiving an invitation, a man wrapped in a living, carbon fiber coat appeared at his door. His aura caused drones to glitch, and Time stutters. People see things that shouldn't be there. Kairen begins to awaken something buried deep within himself: A voice. A fracture. An abandoned experiment was never meant to restart. [Model: NULLA has reactivated]

They called him a nobody. A ghost in the real world. Seventeen-year-old Justin Reyners never had a family, never had friends—just the cold walls of the orphanage and the endless hum of video games to escape his empty life. But when a mysterious global event unveils a game known as Ascension Protocol, everything changes. The rules are simple—and terrifying: Download the game, and your body and mind are transported into a real, living world. Conquer all 10,000 deadly floors to earn $9.6 billion and return to reality. Only one person can leave. If you die in the game... you die for real. Armed with nothing but a basic katana, a long coat, and a quiet hunger to prove himself, Justin awakens as “The Lethal Assassin.” His personal system—Hakuda—was inspired by a forgotten character from his favorite childhood game. Cold, precise, and adaptable, Hakuda guides him with brutal efficiency. As Justin battles monsters, rival players, and even betrayal, he forges unlikely alliances with fighters like Matilda the Ballerina, Bruno the Mad Shooter, and Amy the Painful Thorn. Together, they rise—but only one can claim the prize at the top. In a world where losing means death, and survival means sacrifice, Justin will carve a path through blood and shadow to prove one thing: “I’m not a loser. Not anymore.” Join Justin with his epic adventure in ( ascension protocol : The Lethal assassin) By Az perfect

“If I told you she was a goddess, you’d be wrong. If I told you she was the darkness itself… you’d still be wrong. She’s much more— And she makes eternity feel like home.” Rowel is a wandering, flamboyant magician with a coat full of tricks. With a mind stitched together from the memories of others—a patchwork identity held together by forbidden magic and sheer audacity. He trades in secrets and stolen recollections, paying the price of memory with pieces of himself every time he wields his dark powers. has never feared the unknown. Until he met her. Ravenne is her name—an ancient, eldritch being draped in human skin and sovereign silence. Worlds crumble where she walks, stars dim when she dreams. She has never loved. Never cared. Never flinched. But when Rowel stumbles into her realm by chance—or fate—fate-the performance begins, one he'd done before. From cursed kingdoms to collapsing realities, from magical toy soldiers to royal horrors hidden beneath gilded halls, their journey spirals into something neither of them expected: intimacy, madness, and devotion. As Ravenne slowly lowers her godlike veil and Rowel sheds his clownish smile, the boundary between human and divine begins to fray. But when grief bleeds into vengeance and forbidden rituals awaken ancient darkness, only one question remains: Can such an attraction survive a descent into something far beyond gods and men? ...or will devotion turn into destruction, when even eternity becomes too fragile to hold them?” ______________ "It feels much safer with you, Ravenne," "Safe... near me?" There was a note of incredulity in her tone. Not mocking or cold. Just curious. "I’ve unraveled worlds with less reason than a blink." Her hand lingered, fingers grazing his cheek, featherlight. Almost reverent. "Yet you curl beside me like I am shelter." She knelt—elegantly, terrifyingly quiet—and placed her forehead to his for a moment. "Then rest. If I am the reason you feel safe... then let that be true. Just for you." Rowel Character Illustration: https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/954083480378151062/1382512311876714496/3iJhigbhVJsffiN8kcVvA.png?ex=684b6c6c&is=684a1aec&hm=dba220d7331a3ebe996a1345ea73c3d37de4d1da936414ce9646ff004988da13& Ravenne's Character Illustration: https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/954083480378151062/1382512352355942430/EX8F4tjrGg8urZ4ulugJA.png?ex=684b6c76&is=684a1af6&hm=d16db7d29ca3448a9e455e88879615a5093f23e40a47e43cc3a9b970671cf022&

“I'd give you my soul, if that's what you want.” Eleven. Silver locks. Amethyst eyes. Shiny skin. Blood sweeter than wine. Most sought after 'good' in the Kingdom. She was everything a man would need, and also everything a man would kill to have. Whoever touched Eleven's hair would be granted good things. Whoever plucked her eyes out would get gems richer than the kingdom's currency. Whoever scrapped her skin would be getting a warm coat. Whoever tasted her blood would be granted immortality. She was a Goddess. Goddess of Life. * “I'd burn the fucking world for you, if that's what you want.” Zeiss. A rare man. Has the power of invisibility. The power to turn anything into flames. The power to end a person's life with just thoughts. The power of all wicked things a person wouldn't wish to have. The same world he promised to give her, the same world he would burn to the ground, if she wished for it. He was a God. The God of Death. When Zeiss meets the sought after Goddess of Life. He is reminded everything about his mother. Her silver locks and her eyes that shone brighter than gems and diamonds. Eleven, a woman who spoke to him like no other. A woman who made him believe he had a soul in him after he had thought he had none left. A woman who could bring him life and also be his damnation. The first and only woman he was loved by and ever loved.

Title: Queen of Sin: Lustbound and Unbroken Synopsis: She was perfection in heels and a white coat — Dr. Lin Yue, a 24-year-old prodigy, Asia’s youngest cardiac surgeon, and a woman who turned heads without trying. With a face that made hearts race and a body sculpted to tempt even gods, Lin Yue was adored, envied, and worshipped. But beauty comes at a cost. Betrayed by the very people she trusted — her best friend and her lover — she is brutally murdered, stabbed by jealousy and left to die in an alley soaked in blood and betrayal. But death was not the end. Lin Yue wakes in a cruel ancient world as Yue Zhenzhen, the disgraced daughter of a fallen minister. Once betrothed to the Crown Prince, she now wears the label of shame — tossed aside, humiliated, and hunted. In this new life, her stepmother and scheming stepsister ruin her reputation, seduce the royal court, and plot her destruction. Yet fate gives her a weapon: the Lustbound System — a mystical force that rewards her with beauty, power, and influence every time she indulges in forbidden pleasure. With every seductive victory, she grows more powerful, more irresistible, and more dangerous. Enrolling in Huaqing Academy, where royals are trained in war and seduction, she uses every curve and kiss as a blade — and every moan as a victory. Her mission? Revenge on those who destroyed her. Dominate the court that shamed her. And rise as the woman no man can control — the Queen of Sin. Surrounded by a forbidden harem of princes, warriors, and assassins — each obsessed, each dangerous — Yue Zhenzhen must balance lust, politics, and vengeance. Because in this empire, sex is war, and she’s here to conquer.