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--WSA 2025 ENTRY-- Neraxis saved the people and wiped out the monsters, but instead of cheers, he faced silence and a glowing blue text: [Task Failed Successfully!] [Rating Generated: SSS-Rank] "The hell does that even mean?" he muttered, finding the situation a bit strange. Before he could process, the so-called heroes—who had hidden while he fought—emerged. He waited for gratitude, only to feel a dagger pierce his back. The only girl he loved stood behind him. She betrayed him. The crowd and heroes? They were staring at him with disdain and contempt. "You..." he groaned as a spear and sword headed for him, ending his life. But instead of dying, he was sent back to the past—specifically, to the first day of the academy, year 2367, 8 years before his death. However, many things had changed. One of the most significant was the sudden appearance of a Tower, a mysterious structure that had appeared across all the continents, granting power to those brave enough to contest its challenges. "Not again... With this chance I will end you all" Neraxis vowed to himself, embarking on his path of revenge, while also trying to give his life new meaning. ***** Disclaimer: MC is not instantly going to be a villain, as his background is that of a hero. The switch will be gradual in accordance with the events that happen along the way. Some snippets of such events have already been teased :) *****

Synopsis of Echoes of an Empire Echoes of an Empire is a historical novel chronicling the rise, dominance, and eventual decline of Pakistan’s most influential business empires. Spanning over a century, it tells the intertwined stories of six prominent business families: the Adamjee Group, Hashwani Group, Saigol Group, Fateh Group, Kohinoor Maple Leaf Group, and Ittefaq Group. Each of these families played a pivotal role in shaping Pakistan’s economic landscape, their successes symbolizing the nation’s industrial progress and their struggles reflecting its political and social turbulence. Echoes of an Empire is a gripping historical novel that chronicles the rise and fall of Pakistan’s most influential business empires: the Adamjee, Hashwani, Saigol, Fateh, Kohinoor Maple Leaf, and Ittefaq groups. Spanning over a century, the novel weaves together the personal struggles, family conflicts, and ambitious dreams of these business dynasties as they navigate the country’s shifting political and economic landscape. From the Adamjee Group’s pioneering role in the textile and jute industries to the Ittefaq Group’s dominance in steel and their complex ties with politics, the novel captures the highs and lows of entrepreneurial ambition. With political upheavals, nationalization, and internal family rivalries threatening their legacies, these families face immense challenges as they strive to maintain their empires. At its core, Echoes of an Empire is a tale of resilience, sacrifice, and the enduring impact of these industrial giants on Pakistan’s economy. It offers a compelling exploration of ambition, legacy, and the intricate relationship between business and politics, leaving readers to ponder the cost of power and the legacy of those who shaped the nation’s industrial future. --- The Hashwani Group: Building a Hospitality Empire Next, the novel delves into the journey of Sadruddin Hashwani, a dynamic entrepreneur who transformed his modest cotton trading business into a hospitality powerhouse. The Hashwani Group became synonymous with luxury through its Pearl-Continental and Marriott hotel chains, redefining Pakistan’s tourism industry. Set against the backdrop of political instability and terrorism in the 1980s and 1990s, the Hashwani family’s resilience shines through. The narrative captures their ability to navigate crises while maintaining their business integrity, symbolizing Pakistan’s potential for perseverance and excellence. --- The Saigol Group: Innovators in Industry The Saigol Group emerges as a beacon of industrial innovation. Originating in the early 20th century, the family expanded from textiles into chemicals, electronics, and power generation. Their establishment of Pak Elektron Limited (PEL) marked a significant milestone in Pakistan’s industrialization. Through the Saigol family’s story, the novel examines the balance between tradition and modernization. Internal family dynamics, generational clashes over business strategies, and the challenges of staying competitive in a rapidly evolving market are central themes. The Saigols’ narrative underscores the importance of innovation and adaptability in sustaining long-term success. --- The Fateh Group: Titans of Textile The Fateh Group, founded by Haji Mohammad Ilyas, became a leading textile manufacturer in the 1950s, contributing significantly to Pakistan’s export economy. Their commitment to quality and innovation allowed them to dominate the textile sector for decades. However, financial mismanagement and external economic pressures in the 1990s led to their decline. The novel portrays the family’s struggle to maintain their legacy amidst mounting debts and internal disagreements. It serves as a cautionary tale about the perils of over-expansion and the importance of strategic foresight in business. --- The Kohinoor Maple Leaf Group: Masters of Diversification The Kohinoor Maple Leaf Group, spearhead

The grip he has on my hair loosens as he kneads my nipple between his thumb and index finger. My back is now arching forward, leaning into his touch. I want more. He chuckles in response. His breath coats my neck as he does so. "So needy," he taunts me before he removes his hands from my body. I'm ready to protest against the loss of his touch, but before I can, he grips my shoulders in his warm palms, pushing me back onto the sheets and pillows. I shudder in delight. Our eyes connect, and I feel the fire in my body ignite from how he looks at me. His eyes scan my body for a fleeting moment before he grabs the blanket and pulls it up.  "Spread your legs," he demands. His tone was low and husky. I comply, and he rewards me with a grin that says everything he doesn't need to say out loud. "You're perfect," he says in a whisper as he crawls further onto the bed between my legs. He's hovering over me. One hand cups my face as he leans down, resting his other arm on his elbow next to my face.  My fingers are tracing the outline of his toned abs. Enjoying the goosebumps rippling across his skin as a result. I watch as he closes his eyes, taking a moment to absorb this feeling before closing the gap between our lips. His lips are delicious.  "Mmm," I hummed against his lips. He deepens the kiss, sliding his tongue in my mouth. Our tongues collided like a happy accident. I slide my fingers up his chest and wrap my hands around the back of his neck, pulling him closer to me. He groans in response, vibrating against my lips. His dick is hard and pressed against my core, making it throb with need.  --------------- Phoenix was adopted by humans as a baby. She grew up in a small rural territory knowing nothing of her species or what the future held for her. She soon meets her 'mate' and discovers the secrets her human parents had kept from her all these years. In a fit, she runs away to discover that more than one man held the mate bond with her. Her first mate spent years trying to hunt her down just to find her with another fated mate. Devastated and broken he decides that he will reject her, but she becomes a target of evil no one understands. Both of her mates reluctantly stick together to keep her safe and now they are all stuck under one roof, can they figure out their differences? Will she choose her first or second mate? Or is there a third mate that is her true destiny?

In the mystical realm of ancient China, a legendary tale unfolds within the esteemed Xing Sect. At its core is Mu Chen, the prodigious son of the venerable Xiao Xing. Mu Chen's cultivation level had reached the impressive Grade Four, a testament to his diligent efforts and innate talent. However, it was not until his father, Xiao Xing, bestowed upon him the Divine Chun Artifact that Mu Chen's true potential began to unravel. This ancient relic, imbued with the essence of the heavens, significantly amplified Mu Chen's powers, catapulting him into a new realm of martial prowess. As fate would have it, the harmonious coexistence between the Xing Sect and other martial arts clans was disrupted by the ominous Swords Sect. With an air of superiority, the Swords Sect issued an ultimatum to the Xing Sect, demanding the surrender of their most treasured artifacts. Xiao Xing, unwilling to yield to such tyranny, valiantly confronted the Swords Sect, only to find himself overwhelmed and defeated. It was at this critical juncture that Mu Chen emerged, driven by filial piety and an unyielding determination to protect his father and the Xing Sect. As he grasped the Divine Chun Artifact, Mu Chen felt an extraordinary surge of energy course through his veins. The artifact, sensing its master's unyielding resolve, underwent a miraculous transformation, elevating Mu Chen's cultivation level by two grades in an instant. With his augmented powers, Mu Chen launched a formidable counterattack against the Swords Sect, sending shockwaves throughout the martial arts community. His name became synonymous with bravery and unparalleled martial prowess, as whispers of the Divine Chun Artifact and its extraordinary abilities began to circulate among the sects. Thus, Mu Chen's legend was born, as he embarked on a perilous journey to safeguard the Xing Sect, unravel the mysteries of the Divine Chun Artifact, and forge a path that would etch his name in the annals of history as one of the most revered martial arts heroes of all time.

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.

Rowan sees beauty in death. The Order he has sworn to obey only sees defilement. As the reviled Caretaker of the Order, Rowan has accepted his role as a dutiful outcast because he believes it is the only way to prove his worth to the man who holds his sisters’ souls as collateral. With his magic and his voice, Rowan can absorb death and transform it, but only in ways the Order deems acceptable to maintain the stability of the reality it claims to protect Order must subdue Disorder. Reality must triumph over illusion. He is tainted and always will be. Rowan has never questioned those lessons, but that changes the night he harvests a crimson soul that is more than human and chooses to keep it a secret. When Rowan’s song transforms that soul into a beautiful and mysterious man he names Wren, he is forced to accept that sometimes duty is a lie and illusion is the only thing you can trust. As the fabric of the Order begins to unwind and a new kind of Disorder takes hold, Rowan will need to choose again, stand with the Order that held him down, or forge a new path with Wren at his side. He may be the only one who can restore balance to the worlds, but only if he can find balance within himself first. ************************************* Updates 3-4 times per week. Note: This story focuses on relationships. I promise an epic romance, lots of swoon-worthy moments, and a healthy amount of fluff. When it does get steamy…you might get burned. Fair warning for explicit content. I don’t shy away from my spice. There are lots of side characters and couples to fall in love with, in addition to the main couple. If you love the idea of found family, you will be happy. This book is set in a non-heteronormative world, so you will see various gender identities/expressions and types of love. ************************************* Excerpt (if you want the full steamy version, you will have to read the book!): Still reeling from the new magic that coursed under his skin and unsure of how to react to the desire that threatened to take control of him, Rowan froze. Wren's hot breath against his mouth sent a jolt of pleasure through his body, and he choked back a groan. A different kind of panic flared in Rowan's chest, burning him as if he were the one on fire. This was what he wanted, what he'd thought about every night since Wren left. But wanting more was one thing. Acting on it was another. He'd spent so much of his life hiding, he didn't know how to do anything else. One corner of Wren's mouth twitched as Rowan pulled away. When he attempted to free himself from Wren's grasp, Wren just hauled him closer. Rowan liked that he didn't have to think about what to do next. His bare chest thudded against Wren's torso, and the heat from Wren's body merged with Rowan's skin, melting him from the inside out. "What did you just do to me?" Wren's deep voice vibrated against Rowan's chest. "The Disorder of your illusion was holding you captive. I…I absorbed it." "Oh? Where did you learn to do that? Have I been gone that long?" Wren's grip loosened slightly on Rowan's wrists as if he was satisfied now that Rowan was practically sitting on top him. Rowan stared at Wren's lips. He opened his mouth to protest, but immediately closed it again. "I know you aren't going to say that I shouldn't touch you." Wren's free hand splayed over the small of Rowan's back. "Not when you started it." Rowan's breath hitched. "No. I'm not going to say that anymore. Not to you." "I thought you were afraid to be touched." Wren's fingers traced a circle over the curve of Rowan's spine as if testing for a reaction. "I know that I'm not afraid of you." Rowan waited for the panic to set in, but all he felt was desire. "With you, I want…" "You want what?" "I want more." Triumph flared in Wren's gaze before he narrowed his eyes. "Really? Then why are you still trying to get away from me?"

We were a peaceful people living in harmony with nature in the vast lands of Lyréanor, but this peace was short-lived when our people were defeated by the dark elves, an ancient people even older than this world. It is said that they arrived in Lyréanor by boat and since their arrival, chaos has been unleashed. Proud of their obscure power, derived from dark rituals, they have raised gigantic armies of monsters whose name is synonymous with terror: ‘Obscurus’. They went on the rampage, and everywhere they went the grass didn't grow back, life died and disintegrated. Seven, there were seven. The seven dark elves known as the Lords of the Apocalypse. A single gesture from them was enough to strike us all down, a single gesture from one of them was enough to decimate us in blood and terror. And as I, Foster, contemplate the macabre scene before me, the bloodied and deformed bodies of my fellow elfes beings, and as death grips my soul, a strange sign appeared before me. [Ding... Activation of the world tree system] If you'd like to discuss the book, I've set up a Discord server: https://discord.gg/sc4nWZwec2 Hello everyone! I'm the author of this little book, and I'm sorry to take your attention, but I've got a few things to say to you! I'm in the process of creating a new book that's totally different but stays within the theme, so I'll give you the title and synopsis! If you like the story, could you support it? Sincerely yours, your favourite author! Title: Starting out as a slave to dragons. Synopsis: When Isaac opens his eyes, it's not death that awaits him, but a new life... in a world identical to his own, with one exception: portals leading to monster-infested dungeons are appearing across the globe. If their boss isn't defeated in three days, the creatures escape and wreak havoc. In this world, awakened hunters are the only line of defence against these horrors. Graded from F to SS according to their magical power, they rule in a society dominated by force. Isaac wakes up in the body of a young boy of rank F, an orphan with no future. But his destiny changes when he discovers a unique gift: every night, his mind is projected into another world, a nightmare where dragons have enslaved humanity. In this hell, he is just another slave... but he soon realises that this cursed world holds the answers to the future of his own. To survive and prevent history repeating itself, Isaac must move forward. His only hope? A mysterious system that allows him to absorb the strength of monsters. Armed with a katana, he embarks on a race against time to unlock the secrets of these two worlds and prevent the inevitable. Link : https://www.webnovel.com/book/31979275600112705

“You’ve been researching for years with nothing to show for it. Why not try something else?” Samia’s tone was sharp, but there was a thread of concern beneath it as she leaned against the doorframe. The room smelled faintly of sterilizing agents, and the rhythmic clicking of keys filled the silence. Dr. Elias didn’t respond immediately. Dressed in his lab coat, he stared at the screen with unwavering focus, his fingers flying over the keyboard. When he finally turned to her, a slow, almost unsettling smile spread across his face. For a moment, he looked like any other scientist lost in his work—until he blinked. The motion was unnatural, his eyelids sliding horizontally across his eyes like a lizard’s. “Samia,” he said, his voice calm but electric with excitement, “I’ve figured it out. This time, it will work.” She opened her mouth to respond, but he was already on his feet, moving past her with an urgency that demanded she follow. They made their way through the sterile corridors of the facility, the fluorescent lights overhead casting a cold glow on the walls. The reinforced chamber was a stark contrast to the rest of the building. Thick steel doors hissed as they opened, and the hum of machinery grew louder as they stepped inside. In the center of the room stood a massive contraption—a web of wires, tubes, and blinking monitors surrounding a sleek, cylindrical core. “What is it this time?” Samia asked, her arms crossed tightly against her chest. Dr. Elias didn’t answer. Instead, he moved with practiced precision, attaching cables and adjusting dials. The air felt heavier here, charged with the anticipation of something monumental—or catastrophic. “Get your goggles,” he said at last, stepping behind the protective glass. He tapped the side of his goggles, the lenses catching the faint blue glow of the machine. Samia hesitated. She had seen him fail before. Years of promises and miscalculations had made her wary, but there was something different in his demeanor this time—something unsettlingly confident. Reluctantly, she turned and jogged back to the lab to retrieve her goggles. The first explosion hit when she was halfway down the hall. The floor bucked beneath her, and she stumbled, her heart leaping into her throat. A deep, resonating boom echoed through the building, followed by a blaring alarm. “Dr. Elias!” she shouted, spinning around. Smoke and dust billowed toward her, and the acrid scent of burning wires filled the air. Part of the ceiling had collapsed, cutting off her path back to the reinforced chamber. And then she saw it. Through the swirling haze, a glowing orb hovered in the wreckage, pulsating with a light that seemed alive. It started small, no bigger than her fist, but it was growing—expanding with an eerie, deliberate rhythm. The hum it emitted was low and bone-deep, vibrating through the air and into her chest. “No, no, no,” she muttered, backing away. Every instinct screamed at her to run. She turned and bolted for the exit, her shoes skidding on the slick floor as she raced against the inevitable. She had barely reached the stairwell when a second explosion ripped through the building. The force of it threw her forward, and she hit the ground hard. Her vision blurred as heat and light engulfed her. Somewhere in the distance, she heard the structure groan as it gave way entirely. Then, everything went black.

Luna Lethal, a name synonymous with fear and power, ruled both the underworld and the elite circles of society. Orphaned young, she rose through treachery to become a master of manipulation and skill. Yet, her reign ended in betrayal—a laboratory explosion claimed her life. To the world, her death was a tragedy; to her enemies, a cause for celebration. But Luna awakens in the body of Aurora Smith, a neglected and ridiculed child despised by her adoptive family. Stripped of her former strength but not her will, Luna faces a choice: seek revenge for Aurora’s mistreatment or forge a new path. As her sharp mind and unyielding spirit transform Aurora’s life, shadows of Luna’s past resurface. Loyal followers sense her presence, while old enemies seek to destroy her again. Torn between vengeance and a fresh start, Luna must confront her identity. Is she still the Devil of the underworld, or can she find peace in a second chance at life?

In a world where everyone is a slave, someone is born who cannot be controlled. At the same time, an unstoppable villain rises on a quest for revenge. But the truth is darker than he ever imagined, and now he must face an unbeatable enemy — including himself. *** Bruno was a young man born on Earth, the son of an influential modern Emperor. Despite having everything money could buy and receiving the best and most rigorous training to succeed his father, he chose the opposite path, defying his family’s ruthless rule. The price of his innocence? A merciless death and the complete erasure of his existence by the deity controlling his fate. On Earth, the law of the powerful was absolute; a slave could never rebel. But then, he wakes up again. He’s reborn in a world of cultivation, where freedom was promised to those strong enough to claim it. Now, he could soar like a free bird and carve his own destiny... or so he thought. The harsh reality of this new world soon showed him how insignificant he still was. He realized he had only changed masters. The freedom he sought was an illusion. The heavenly laws treated everyone as servants, and their rules were unbreakable. Bruno learned this bitter truth after losing everything that made him happy due to an unjust rule. But who was he to question? Hopeless, Bruno died... and was reborn as Alm, an unstoppable villain. With a soul poisoned by pain and vengeance, he sowed chaos across the universe. Planets were destroyed, countless lives taken, and his name became synonymous with terror. A hero rose to oppose him, wielding a sacred sword of hope. People from all corners of the universe united against Alm, raising their voices and weapons to stop the villain who defied the heavens. But Alm was no longer just fighting for revenge. He was challenging the heavenly laws that sought to control him, fighting fate and all living beings. And against all odds... the sacred sword shattered. The alliance of the entire universe was defeated. The villain won! Now, Alm found himself alone in the empty void of a dead universe, facing his own inner demons. Who could be more ruthless to him than himself? “What have I done?” At that moment, the doors of truth opened to him. Everyone was a puppet of a supreme figure, an entity that manipulated minds and even the heavenly laws. “I will find you, no matter where you are!” Thus, the last emissary of the true Heaven’s Will awakened. Alm, who once only relied on his sheer will and rage, now had a system to guide him. But his opponent was an immortal existence, above even the heavens. The villain who destroyed an entire universe now faced a new beginning. He discovered that the universe he devastated was just a tiny grain of sand in an infinite cosmos, where countless other universes existed. And so begins the legendary tale of the villain’s rise... and the Sacred Round God? A strange Duality of Shadows existed within one person. But this time, he wouldn’t be alone. *** To clear up any potential confusion or frustration, here are some key points about the story. I’ll avoid major spoilers, but a few things will be revealed. You might find this concerning at first, but just check the book cover—it shows the main character and his only partner. She first appears at 10 years old, but rest assured, there’s no inappropriate content or early romance. At around 13, SHE starts developing feelings for the protagonist, but he doesn’t respond until she’s an adult. With her determined personality, she tries to seduce him at 17/18, but it doesn’t work. Their relationship only happens much later. The book has nods to other works, with my own spin on them, and focuses on avoiding elements I find problematic in other stories. Lastly, the beautiful book cover was commissioned and created by HDIArt.

Warning! Mature Content Hernia is his to care for and he doesn’t care what the world thinks of that. >>>>>>> “We could date instead,” Hermia suggested, her voice laced with uncertainty. “I don’t date,” Niklaus replied coldly, his piercing gaze unwavering. Hermia blinked, caught off guard. “So it has to be marriage?” she asked, her tone laced with disbelief. “Yes,” he deadpanned, not a hint of hesitation in his voice. Her frustration bubbled over. “But we don’t even know each other!” she whined, throwing her hands up in exasperation. Niklaus leaned forward, his dark eyes gleaming. “I don’t need to know you, Mia,” he said, his voice dipping into a deep, dangerous tone. “When I can feel you… that’s enough for me.” She inhaled sharply, her heart hammering in her chest. “That’s not enough for me,” she countered, her voice firm but trembling slightly. His expression softened, and his next words wrapped around her like a promise. “I would forever cherish you, adore you, and treat you like the rarest gem. I would never let you shed a single tear of pain.” Her resolve wavered, but she shook her head and pushed back. “We’re not getting married, Shark. Just go.” But instead of leaving, he smirked, leaning back with a confidence that rattled her. “I’ll be waiting.” Hermia groaned, exasperated. “Nik, you’re hardly doing any waiting. You’re all over me! We live together, work together, eat together—you’re always here!” Niklaus’s voice dropped to a whisper, raw and pleading. “Then just keep me forever, Mia.” She froze, his honest, vulnerable eyes piercing through every defense she had built. Her heart quivered as she felt the weight of his words sink in. She didn’t know what to do. >>>>>>>> To the world, Niklaus Hathaway is ruthless—a man who takes what he wants, no matter the cost. But for Hermia, the girl who’s lost everything, he’s something else entirely: her unlikely savior whom she couldn’t blindly trust. He’s ruthless to everyone—except her. Niklaus Hathaway doesn’t date. He doesn’t waste time. He only wants what’s his. When Hermia steps into his life, he makes one thing clear: if she won’t marry him, she’ll work for him. Keeping her close is his only goal, and no amount of gossip, jealousy, or family betrayal will change that. But Hermia’s life isn’t as simple as working for the powerful CEO who’s claimed her as his. With an evil stepsister and manipulative parents determined to ruin her happiness, Hermia must fight for her place in a world that seems determined to push her out. Niklaus declared her his from the beginning—and he’ll stop at nothing to protect her, no matter the cost Love has never been this dangerous.

After living in hellish prison for 16 years, you're finally rescued. But what do you do when you soon realize that there is now a thread, a connection to the warden you've escaped from? BLURB: He could clearly see the way the water droplets ran down her back. The brown curls, almost black due to being wet, stuck to it, gave such an alluring contrast to her skin that seemed to glow in the moonlight. She turned, causing her ample breast to come into view. A single droplet hung precariously from a pebbled nipple. Was his eyesight always this sharp? It appeared like a pearl, begging to be licked away. He groaned as he could almost taste the cool freshness on his tongue before it was replaced with the heat of her flushed skin. Unzipping his jeans caused his member spring forth, drenched in the constant precum that flowed. Just the thought of sucking on her breast made him groan in frustrated desperation. He buried his face between the fleshly orbs. Biting and licking, he was pleased to see his marks on her skin. A fierce desire to possess came over him and even his wolf growled at the feeling. How is it that she smells even better that the soap she just used? Other Omegas used the same kind, yet their smell would cause his stomach to feel upset. Inhaling again, he pinning her against a tree. The same tree he was hiding behind before. Lifting her up, he devoured her lips while wrapping her long legs around his waist. Slightly bending his knees, he entered her in one deep thrust. She was hot and tight. So tight that if it wasn't for her juices, he wouldn't be able to move. Gripping himself tighter, his imagination became wild. Just thinking about her breathy moans or her screams of pleasure caused a shudder to pass through him as he came into the tissue he had thoughtfully grabbed. Why, why not just take what he so obviously wants? What's stopping him? If it were anyone else, he would have slacked his lust, had some fun, and moved on. The fact that this question ran through his mind without an answer was the reason for his pain.

As she makes a move to get up from the big man's lap, she hears a groan and the weight on her hips increases as he presses her further on his huge bulge. "You are such a fu**ing tease Jasmine." he groans lowly in her ear. Being employed by the richest man in the World was not Jasmines definitely, but now she has to work all day under his strong gaze, and the more he looks at her the more she gets a crush on him To him she was just a baby till one night when he stumbled in on her in a towel, and after that she became the one thing he wanted but he wasn't sure he could get Contract marriage

Michael is the heir to the Bailon dynasty, a dynasty so expansive and rich the controlled half of Karmos City. His birth changed the lines of succession causing discontent and enemies in the Bailon family. All the while memories from his past life as an Archangel start to come back causing serious "episodes" in their wake. He is caught in between a war of succession that threatens his life, while also re-discovering his light powers that have now somehow changed. Celestial beasts arise out of nowhere creatures that shouldn't exist, yet they do and while dangerous, he discovers that they are his ticket to restoring his powers even acquiring the mystic gifts these monsters possess. Something horrible glimmers at the edge of his consciousness an event so catastrophic he left heaven in order to avoid it or prepare for it? A mission he embarked to bring Lucifer back however that has now changed his new mission wasn't to bring back his brethren rather he needed to kill Lucifer, and let the apocalypse happen. Excerpt: Prologue “A feathered wooden arrow shaft sticks out of my chest, black silky soft things why do they put them there anyway? Not that it matters. Dark red blood pools where the golden tipped arrow struck the chest pulverizing a rib tearing soft lung tissue underneath, breathing is difficult, extremely painful even. Lying on the ground a surface too soft and plain to be natural, blood continues to farther pool at my back, the celestial arrow must have gone through completely.” You will die Michael if you go on this journey You will die The warm fluid spreads under him almost a comforting presence except for the excruciating pain that comes with the open wound. “Humans! I thought they would love me” A labored chuckle ‘Yet here I am dying as a result of my arrogance, in retro-respect them killing each other ceaselessly should have been sign enough but no I had to heal them!’ strangely he wasn’t angry Elderine’s words reverberated endlessly in his mind. You will die You will die The sky shines twilight in the cloudy afternoon it would rain soon ‘Maybe it will wash away the blood, how optimistic of me.’ Blood continues to pour out ‘Michael the Arch-angel foiled by his kin and humans! Would make for a great poem I want to hear it.’ ‘How would it start…hmm…’ He groaned, life continued to flow out of him endlessly with every drop of his immortal blood. You will die A tear dropped from a corner of his eye down the side of his face, ‘Were angels capable of that? I guess so’ Another tear came out then more flowed out in pain, surprisingly he wasn’t crying because he was sad for himself, he had known his fate from the day he left heaven, but for those he couldn’t save, they had to suffer and die due to his recklessness he wouldn’t forgive himself or those who caused it “Elina…...Eva” he tried to shout raspy sounds came from his lips. You will die, You will return stronger than before. Soon he could not breathe any more, the Light became darkness. PS: just thought i should add this part this story does not in any way contravene or involve any type of religion, references to a religion if any are purely for fictional purposes, I do not intend to disrespect anyone.

!!!! VIEWER DISCRETION IS ADVISED !!!! THIS BOOK IS NOT FOR THE FAINT OF HEART. IF YOU READ THIS BOOK, YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED !!! Ravana "Raven" Moriarty came from a family steeped in crime. The Moriarty name was synonymous with evil, a legacy she never wanted. Desperate to escape that world, Raven moved to Los Angeles and reinvented herself as a detective and therapist with the LAPD. Her deep knowledge of criminal backgrounds gave her an edge, but her new life was upended when she was paired with the obsessive, charming, and dangerously handsome Lucifer Morningstar. Lucifer broke every rule to make Raven his partner, determined to uncover the truth behind the Moriarty name and prove himself worthy of Raven's trust. Raven, a logical and guarded woman, struggled to understand Lucifer's isolated and enigmatic ways, her only goal to destroy the family legacy that had haunted her. As Raven and Lucifer delved deeper into a reality Raven had thought impossible, the ghosts of her past threatened to cloud her future and undo the hard-won peace she had found. Would Lucifer's relentless pursuit make Raven see what she had been missing, or would the weight of the Moriarty name crush any chance at a fresh start?

scene opens with a bloodied battlefield, littered with the lifeless bodies of demons and angels alike, both fallen and holy. The stench of death hangs heavy in the air, mingling with the acrid smoke of the scorched earth. The landscape is a wasteland, a testament to the brutality of the battle that had just unfolded.Not far from the carnage, hidden within the shadows of a cave, lay three figures. Two were gravely wounded, their bodies barely clinging to life. One was the archangel Michael, whose once radiant armor was now stained with blood, his wings torn and battered. The other was the fallen archangel Lucifer, his wings scorched and tattered, his face twisted in agony as he fought to stay conscious. The third figure, In stark contrast to the injured angels, stood tall and composed. His presence was almost ethereal, though his features were hidden in shadow, making him an enigmatic figure in the midst of the ruin. He gazed down at Lucifer, a look of sympathy in his eyes. “I’m sorry that you had to suffer this fate,” he murmured, his voice laced with regret. His eyes shifted to both archangels, and he sighed deeply. “I’ll make it right.” A brief pause followed, the words after “I’ll make it right” lost in a quiet murmur, as if the figure’s voice faltered, or the meaning was veiled in secrecy. The only words that were clear came at the end, filled with finality and determination. “Take this new life and…” Another break in his words, this time leaving a lingering silence. Suddenly, the scene faded, shifting from the cave of despair to a small, dimly lit room. A young man lay in bed, his body drenched in sweat, breathing heavily as though he had just run a marathon. His eyes flickered open, a look of panic written across his face. He bolted upright, the nightmare still fresh in his mind. “Shit, that same dream… when will it stop?” Lucian Cross muttered, rubbing his eyes as if to rid himself of the lingering remnants of the vision. Glancing at the alarm clock beside him, he saw the time—almost 7:30 AM. He groaned, realizing he was running late. With a sigh, he threw off the covers and reluctantly dragged himself out of bed. It was the last day of school, and though he had hoped for it to be a day of relief, it held no joy. It was the day of the awakening ceremony, a day that would determine his future and his job class, though Lucian’s expectations were low. School, in his mind, was nothing but a hellish place. A place where he was used and trampled on, his life a series of miserable days. But today—today was supposed to be different. It was his last day, and maybe, just maybe, the ceremony would bring something good. He didn’t dare dream too big, but a small hope flickered inside him. The vice principal called out, “Lucian Cross, come on stage.” Lucian gulped as the whispers of mocking and ridicule from his classmates and juniors filled the air. He could hear their gossip: “Why is he even here?” “Bet he’ll awaken nothing.” “He’s just wasting our time.” Tightening his fist, Lucian forced himself forward, his footsteps heavy with anxiety. Reaching the podium, he glanced at the imposing white crystal, its surface shimmering with an otherworldly glow. “Place your hand on the crystal,” the vice principal instructed. Lucian hesitated briefly before resting his hand against the cool surface of the crystal. The room fell silent, anticipation hanging thick in the air. Suddenly, the crystal erupted in a dazzling platinum light so bright it was blinding. Gasps echoed through the hall as a celestial-class phenomenon unfolded. The sound of heavenly trumpets filled the room, shaking the very ground beneath them. The heavens themselves seemed to part, and a radiant Roman cross-like gate opened in the sky above. From the portal descended two armies of celestial beings, one side composed of graceful angels, the other of fallen angels. The fallen angels were an intimidating sight. Dark knights clad ...

This is a translated Chinese novel. I am not the author, just translating for fun. Translator: Doyenro (Fan Translate) Author: Zhuang Jiang Alternative universe (AU) She can produce the most terrifying horror films and also create the most profitable commercial films; she can turn artistic films into commercial successes and turn commercial films into artistic achievements. Future critiques of Laila all say that she is synonymous with the Hollywood miracle, one of the greatest directors of all time. She even unintentionally becomes the most skilled photographer and strategist. However, she knows that all of this comes from her biggest secret, which is—she has been reborn! T/N: * The Female Lead(MC) is very patriotic to her old country, so it may be annoying to some people. * The English gets better from chapter 65, the chapters 1 - 65 will be edited soon. * The actors' or actresses' characters may be different from reality. It is just an alternate universal fictional novel. * Alternate History * Contact me if a novel of the same is officially translated so that I can stop. * Original Chinese novel completed. Check out other translated novel *Married to the Demon King, she took the throne via infrastructure. *THE LORD'S LADY FROM THE EAST

(Warning! Mature Content!) With the moon as my only guide, I scamper through the sand and into the tent my two guards, Ryland and Aren share. Ryland, still awake, rolls over onto his side and props his head up on his hand, watching me awkwardly trip into the tent with amused eyes. “Are you okay?” Aren shifts in his sleep and then slowly opens his eyes. “Ora?” He grumbles. “What are you doing here?” “I heard a weird noise.” I bite my lip and blush at the lame excuse. “A weird noise?” Aren asks curiously, then a grin spreads across his face. “Did you come here so we could protect you from the scary noises?” He teases. “Well it is our job to keep our lady safe.” Ryland states and then reaches out to me. His warm hands wrap around my waist and pull me down to lay next to him. He spoons me and I look over at Aren who lies facing me just inches away. “You’re safe will us, so go back to sleep.” Ryland rests his head on his pillow and closes his eyes. I try to relax for a few minutes, but I can’t get my brain to calm down. “Aren?” Aren groans in response. “Yeah?” “Are you awake?” He cracks his eyes open and looks at me. “I am now. Why can’t you sleep?” “I can’t seem to relax.” “Do you want to chat for a bit to help you calm down?” Aren asks me. “Yeah that sounds nice.” I reply, but before I can say anything else, Ryland’s strong arm shifts and his large hand reaches down between my thighs. “Ryland, what are you doing?” I ask nervously. “I’m helping you relax.” He whispers into my ear. I gulp. “We can’t. Someone will hear us.” Rylands voice softly grazes across my ear. “We’ll just have to be really quiet then.” I glance over to see Aren's eyes darkening with need. ================== ================== Long ago, the Moon Goddess descended from heaven to the earthly plane and gifted animals with the ability to shift into a human form. Not long after arriving the Moon Goddess vanished. Now, shifter’s are struggling with their birth rate, particularly with that of female shifters. Eudora is one of these rare female shifters who will be attending the prestigious Tremont Academy. Her powers remain dormant, but she suspects knowledge is the key to unsealing them. Will Eudora be able to unlock the mysteries surrounding her, while attending classes and avoiding the temptation from all of the shifter men around her?

Sophia Newton, une jeune femme ambitieuse et déterminée, quitte la douceur de sa vie familiale pour s'installer à Chicago. Issue d'un milieu aisé, elle emménage dans un loft somptueux offert par ses parents et commence un nouvel emploi prometteur en tant qu'assistante de direction auprès de l'impressionnant Tyler Dawson. Mais ce nouveau départ, synonyme de rêves et d'émancipation, se révèle plus complexe qu'elle ne l'avait imaginé. Alors qu'elle s'adapte à sa nouvelle vie professionnelle et à l'effervescence de Chicago, Sophia découvre des indices troublants sur son passé, remettant en question tout ce qu'elle croyait savoir sur sa famille et sur elle-même. Entre ambition, intrigues et quête de vérité, elle devra jongler entre les défis de son nouveau poste, des rencontres inattendues, et une énigme qui menace de bouleverser son monde. Qui est-elle vraiment ? Et jusqu'où est-elle prête à aller pour le découvrir ?

Sucking and encircling his tongue in all the right ways on my left breast had me breathless. All the sparks and feelings from the mate bond had me on cloud nine. My body betrayed me falling into his touch, releasing soft moans as my head fell back on the wall. Soon after he was done attacking my breast with his soft and addicting lips his deep blue eyes tore into mine. “We-we have to stop thi-” I tried to breathe out but was quickly caught off by the overwhelming sensation of his lips crashing onto mine. I was trying to keep up with his aggressive yet needy pace, all while taking in oxygen to breathe. My fingers eventually get tangled in his soft dark strands pulling at it slightly. I earned a sexy groan in approval and he squeezed my ass in return. I move my tongue over his bottom lip asking for entrance and he gladly allows me in having the complete taste of him. He pulled impossibly closer leaving no space between us. Enjoying the heat and sparks our bodies are making soon begin to fade from my mind as I remember exactly where we are and that anyone could catch us. Pushing away I quickly unwrap my legs from his waist and settle myself on the ground. This needed to stop before things escalated further than necessary. We both say no words and allow our heavy breathing to settle down. “So are you going to finally tell me why you dressed to impress every male this evening?” Jake sternly asks, cutting the silence. “And who are you to be questioning me on how I dress?” I reply fixing my dress back to normal. “Your mate and alpha.” He shoots back, pushing me towards the wall again. Jane Jones is the daughter of Alpha Adam of the Red Moon pack. She's in for an intense ride of learning how to trust, love, and enjoy being mated to one of the most ruthless Alphas, Alpha Jake of the Dark Moon pack.

"Nathaniel, p-please don't dishonor my love this way!" Alexandra requested the Alpha of the Red Moon Pack. He looked at her coldly as if she was his sole enemy in this entire world. At some point, he couldn't control his anger. "Love!" He groaned. "Do you even know what it means?" Tears covered her face, the harshness of his tone was so painful that everything seemed shuttered infront of her, but still she requested him, "G-give me death! Give me death instead of this humiliation! I'm your mate! I supposed to be your luna!" His monsterious laughter made the hall a living hell. "I am Nathaniel, the Alpha of Red Moon Pack rejecting you as my mate! I wanted to make you my luna but the betrayal I received, even making you my wh*re will not meet the revenge!" To protect her boyfriend Nathaniel and his pack, Alexandra fought the whole world but in a world where love turned into betrayal and revenge became the pulse of the night. She had no idea that the dark-loving Nathaniel would turn his blade against her, accusing her of betraying him and putting out the flame that was her life. While Nathaniel was sulking over his feelings for Charlotte, the daughter of his notorious foe, his faithful warrior suffers the consequences. Alexandra was supposed to be the pack's future Luna but ended up being the pack's crazy threat. However, when Charlotte suffered an unimaginable end, Nathaniel's delusion of happiness was shattered, and suspicions were directed towards Alexandra. After overcoming Nathaniel's continuous search for eighteen years, fate's twisted plan ultimately returned Alexandra to his clutch. Alexandra returned to Nathaniel's miserable world making tensions rose and accusations flew out this time, instead of coming as a Luna, she was a force to be battled with. Would she be able to cut through the lies, establish her innocence, and get revenge on the person who planned her death? ||My dearest readers, give it try to support the author. Please don't forget to vote and post a positive review that will help this book to grow. Your opinions matter in the end. Love.||

Eirik Boris was never the type to accept a deal nor offer quickly, but with the girl in front of him, the riot that’s currently going on in the kingdom, and the rumor of the old king's bloodline, there are just too many things at stake. He looked at her with his eyes full of doubts, knowing very well that not only his life was at stake, but his region, too. But at the same time, if the girl in front of him is who she claimed to be, then a new beginning shall begin in the kingdom. It will be a new dawn of glory, a new turn—around, especially for the commoners. With a sharp blade in her hand, unlike anything Eirick had ever seen, which had a crystal that had a glinting red onyx at its end, the girl stepped into the long, narrow bridge, ready to prove that she was from the bloodline of the old king. “If you fail, I’ll surely deliver you to the king myself.” Eirik made it sound like a warning, and like he was not interested in her at the same time. But deep down, Eirick cared. If this girl turns out to be carrying the blood of the old king, then things will turn around for great. And if not, then he’d gladly deliver her to the king. At least, by doing that, he’d still have to keep his head, his family, and his region. And maybe, just maybe, the king will give him a limited punishment, but not a death sentence. “I won't fail,” Eirick heard her replying without turning, her voice full of uncertainty, though. Eirik held his daughter's hand, leading her back slowly, his armor bearer following, and then the nobles, a hundred of them who had come to watch the so-called girl who claimed to be carrying the blood of the old king venturing to the narrow bridge where she would recover what was left behind by the Old king himself. Before the old king vanished, he had said that only his true bloodline could cross the narrow bridge and retrieve what he had hidden there. Many people had come to attempt it, all of them claiming to be the son or daughter of the old king, and all of them had failed. This girl won't be an exception, at least, that's what they thought, not until the unexpected happened. As usual, the ghost guardian of the bridge, a being forged from magic with extraordinary abilities, emerged from the chasm of the bridge, standing tall and proud in front of the girl with a rapier in his hand. He didn't give the girl a chance to blink; he charged, the sound of metal against metal filling the air, sparkles flying out, and groaning of the two filled the atmosphere, too. And then, when everyone thought the girl would fail like the rest, they noticed her body shimmering, a great aura coming out of her body like a mist, her hair flaring in flame like a ghost rider, but she was not. And then, the blade radiated extra light, before the girl took full transformation herself. She easily bypassed the ghost as he presented his attack, moving with the grace of a leaf dancing in the wind, but in a blur that everyone hardly saw her moving. Before the ghost could wheel to face her, the girl struck him hard at the temple with the hilt of her blade, followed by a kick in the chest, which sent the ghost tumbling down the bridge. Normally, a ghost shouldn't feel attacked or get hit since he's partially invincible, but the girl was not ordinary either. She’s from the lineage of King Saul, making her the rightful heir to the kingdom of Agapanthus, and she just proved that to everyone by defeating an undefeatable foe.

They have stunning service, excellent customer support, and a T-rex waiting outside the shop to keep the owner inside. Red is the owner of the newest multiversal shop system. It's a great system, the best; there is no catalog to buy inventory. The shop owner has to do everything himself. There are skills in the trash rank that run off of dice, including crafting skills. Elves in his first dungeon are devoured by tree parasites,, which turn them into plant zombies in a forest that sings to the sound of groaning. It's going to be an uphill battle, but what can you expect from the best shop in the multiverse? To get good, you have to have a hard time first so you can appreciate the good times.

Synopsis #R-18 (Mature Content - No Rape) "If the beast inside you could be healed, I will heal it with my love," ~~~~ "What secrets are you holding, Delilah?" The Elder prince stepped forward. "S-secrets? W-what secrets? I am not hiding anything," Delilah whispered, her heart drumming against her chest as she tried her best to hide what was going on. The man in front of her smirked before he gripped her throat and pulled her close, loving the sound of her fast-beating heart. "Is that so? Do I make you nervous?" "A little," Delilah admitted. The smirk on the prince's face widened. "Good. Only I am allowed to make you nervous, just like only you are allowed to touch and have this kind of effect on me," The prince rubbed her lips with his thumb before leaning closer, their breaths coming sharp as he gazed into her eyes. "The moment you allow another man to make you feel anything, he will end up dead, and you, you my sweetheart will end up naked under me while I punish you for even looking at others," Zephyr whispered before he crashed his lips on hers, undressing her gently. ~~~~~~ On the mission to find the hidden secrets of the most powerful ancient wolves, Katherine Moon, the leader of the special task force, found herself in a fatal situation. Betrayed by her own organization, she closed her eyes with just one wish, the wish to find out why they betrayed her as she took her last breath. Bestowed by mercy from the heavens, Katherine finds herself reincarnated in the body of a petite girl, Delilah Rosewood. Delilah Rosewood, who had entered the royal palace as the cousin of the Alpha's daughter, committed suicide after being rejected by the commander of the royal army. Katherine had never thought she would get the chance to get her answers in this lifetime, but now that life has given her this opportunity, she must secure it. However, there were some problems with her plans. "Well, I am the problem that will lead you to a better life!" Her system shouted. First, she got a system to monitor her life. Task#12- Prepare a sweet dish for the prince. Reward#- 10 points in strength. Second, the system wanted her to seduce the future alpha king if she wanted to make this body stronger. If being reincarnated in a weak body wasn't enough, the body didn't even have a wolf. "Aaaaaa! Fuck my life!" Katherine groaned. "This isn't your life. You must help Delilah reach her destiny," the system's voice came again, making her groan. "If you want to become stronger, you must seduce the future alpha king," The system said again. What Katherine didn't know was that the man in the hidden palace already had his eyes on her. "Sir, is that lady the only one you can touch?" His subordinate asked. Zephyr's eyes shone brightly. "Yes, and I want that girl to be mine," Zephyr said. "But sir, it looks like after being rejected by the commander, she has made your brother her next target," Jacob whispered. "It's a statement, Jacob. That girl is mine. Full stop." Zephyr licked his lower lip as he looked at the girl dancing on the ground after eating a freshly picked cherry Katherine, unaware of the elder prince's intentions, gets ready to bear it all and live her new life with new tasks, but what happens when she finds out the system she was living with was fake? A fake system? It's bearable… Right? But what about the powers who have started to go haywire inside her? And why do Gypsies keep visiting her in both her lives? Just who was this Delilah Rosewood? Disclaimer- There might be scenes with high violence, stalking, dark romance, goth, gore, blood, details graphic visuals of deaths and murders. The first 50 chapters might look a bit dull because of world-building, but if you decide to stay after that, I promise to make this journey worthwhile. ~~~~~~ You can follow me on Instagram - @angelinabhardawaj Or join my discord (Link only given in DM)

The scene opens with a bloodied battlefield, littered with the lifeless bodies of demons and angels alike, both fallen and holy. The stench of death hangs heavy in the air, mingling with the acrid smoke of the scorched earth. The landscape is a wasteland, a testament to the brutality of the battle that had just unfolded.Not far from the carnage, hidden within the shadows of a cave, lay three figures. Two were gravely wounded, their bodies barely clinging to life. One was the archangel Michael, whose once radiant armor was now stained with blood, his wings torn and battered. The other was the fallen archangel Lucifer, his wings scorched and tattered, his face twisted in agony as he fought to stay conscious. The third figure, In stark contrast to the injured angels, stood tall and composed. His presence was almost ethereal, though his features were hidden in shadow, making him an enigmatic figure in the midst of the ruin. He gazed down at Lucifer, a look of sympathy in his eyes. “I’m sorry that you had to suffer this fate,” he murmured, his voice laced with regret. His eyes shifted to both archangels, and he sighed deeply. “I’ll make it right.” A brief pause followed, the words after “I’ll make it right” lost in a quiet murmur, as if the figure’s voice faltered, or the meaning was veiled in secrecy. The only words that were clear came at the end, filled with finality and determination. “Take this new life and…” Another break in his words, this time leaving a lingering silence. Suddenly, the scene faded, shifting from the cave of despair to a small, dimly lit room. A young man lay in bed, his body drenched in sweat, breathing heavily as though he had just run a marathon. His eyes flickered open, a look of panic written across his face. He bolted upright, the nightmare still fresh in his mind. “Shit, that same dream… when will it stop?” Lucian Cross muttered, rubbing his eyes as if to rid himself of the lingering remnants of the vision. Glancing at the alarm clock beside him, he saw the time—almost 7:30 AM. He groaned, realizing he was running late. With a sigh, he threw off the covers and reluctantly dragged himself out of bed. It was the last day of school, and though he had hoped for it to be a day of relief, it held no joy. It was the day of the awakening ceremony, a day that would determine his future and his job class, though Lucian’s expectations were low. School, in his mind, was nothing but a hellish place. A place where he was used and trampled on, his life a series of miserable days. But today—today was supposed to be different. It was his last day, and maybe, just maybe, the ceremony would bring something good. He didn’t dare dream too big, but a small hope flickered inside him. The vice principal called out, “Lucian Cross, come on stage.” Lucian gulped as the whispers of mocking and ridicule from his classmates and juniors filled the air. He could hear their gossip: “Why is he even here?” “Bet he’ll awaken nothing.” “He’s just wasting our time.” Tightening his fist, Lucian forced himself forward, his footsteps heavy with anxiety. Reaching the podium, he glanced at the imposing white crystal, its surface shimmering with an otherworldly glow. “Place your hand on the crystal,” the vice principal instructed. Lucian hesitated briefly before resting his hand against the cool surface of the crystal. The room fell silent, anticipation hanging thick in the air. Suddenly, the crystal erupted in a dazzling platinum light so bright it was blinding. Gasps echoed through the hall as a celestial-class phenomenon unfolded. The sound of heavenly trumpets filled the room, shaking the very ground beneath them. The heavens themselves seemed to part, and a radiant Roman cross-like gate opened in the sky above. From the portal descended two armies of celestial beings, one side composed of graceful angels, the other of fallen angels. The fallen angels were an intimidating sight. Dark knights clad ...

（Warning:Mature content,Raffaele is heavily obsessed with our little bella） Beauty they say is in the eyes of the beholder. Everybody desires beauty and love it. What if it becomes a curse. Bellarosa（Beautiful rose）Romano is the daughter of the cook of the powerful mafia Vincenti family. She has been cared for and looked after since young by the Vincenti family when their eldest son and Don of the family decides to take up her and her mother's responsibility. Bella has always been scared of the Don who criticises her at every mistake she makes. Don Raffaele Vincenti is a man with IED intermittent explosise disoder. An incident of the past led to this disorder of his and only few can calm him down. Raffeale finds himself in a lustful obsession for the little woman who is in his care and with every growing day he desires her like a drug,oxygen and breathe. Bella is terrified by his madness Will she be willing to help him. Secrets get unveiled on the way ～～～～～ Groaning he takes her hand and places it on his buldge his eyes clouded with desire and lust. ''Please Bella,Touch me''Raffaele growls out gasps escaping his lips while tears fall out of Bella's eyes as she tries to retrieve her hand from his grip.

A soul is reborn in Ancient Greece as the twin brother of Herakles(Hercules). This is an age of myths, monsters and gods. After a betrayal that sets Iphicles on a path of vengeance, his name will become synonymous with divine defiance. Gods, Demons, Monsters...he cares not. All will fall at the hands of the Demi-god Twin.

Until the Alpha she loved turned her aside, Zaia was meant to be the ideal Luna. Betrayed, abandoned, and bereft of everything she once knew, she roamed the shadow of exile, healing wounds that pierced beyond mere physicality. Nonetheless, destiny had other ideas. Rescued by the mysterious and strong Alpha Kai of Shadow Moon, Zaia discovers she lives in a world where the weak die and strength is the only currency. Driven to never be helpless once again, she trains, battles, and rises—showcasing she is more than simply a rejected friend. She strikes like a warrior. a boss. a Queen. Still, her past does not let go. Once breaking her heart, Sebastian, the Alpha is tracking her down. But this time Zaia is not the same shattered Luna she left behind. She is at the brink of something much more—a power she never realised she had, a heritage that may transform everything. The battle lines are clearly formed now. Two Alphas will run across one other. A kingdom will groans. And Zaia will have to choose: will she let her past devour her once and for all, or will she welcome the crown destiny has set before her? Betrayal shaped her. She is defined by power. She is about to meet destiny.

The dimly lit room was cloaked in a shroud of secrecy, its walls lined with maps, photographs, and cryptic notes that spoke of unseen dangers and tangled networks. The air was thick with the scent of old paper and cigar smoke, remnants of a world where power was wielded in the shadows. In the center of the room stood a figure, his presence commanding and ominous. Ivan Petrov, the feared Russian mafia leader, was a man whose name had become synonymous with fear and control. His reputation for cruelty and cunning was legendary, and his influence extended far beyond the criminal underworld. He was a man who thrived in darkness, pulling the strings of power from behind the scenes. Petrov's gaze was fixed on a map spread out before him, dotted with various locations and coded symbols. His mind was racing, plotting the next move in a game of high-stakes manipulation and deceit. The room's dim lighting cast deep shadows on his face, emphasizing the harsh lines of his expression. "There are always new players on the board," Petrov mused, his voice a low, gravelly whisper. "And every player has a weakness to exploit." Across from him, a shadowy figure emerged from the corner, stepping into the faint light. This was not an ordinary operative; this was a figure of enigma and danger, known only by whispers and rumors. The Broker, a mysterious and elusive figure, was as much a legend as Petrov himself. Their meeting was one of necessity and mutual benefit, but the stakes were high, and trust was a currency neither could afford. "The game is changing, Petrov," The Broker said, their voice carrying a cold, calculated edge. "The dynamics are shifting, and new players are emerging. Your empire is vulnerable." Petrov's eyes narrowed, a dangerous glint reflecting in them. "I am aware of the threats," he replied, his tone laced with menace. "But I have survived this long by adapting and eliminating any threat to my power. Tell me what you know." The Broker stepped closer, revealing a set of documents and photographs that detailed a series of operations and individuals connected to a new threat. These were not mere notes but a roadmap to a larger scheme—a scheme that could disrupt the delicate balance of power Petrov had worked so hard to maintain. "This," The Broker said, placing the documents on the table, "is a precursor to what could be a major upheaval. There are those who seek to challenge your position, and they are more dangerous than you might realize. We need to act swiftly and decisively." Petrov studied the documents, his mind working furiously to assess the implications. The stakes had been raised, and the threat was imminent. The world of shadows was never static; it was a realm where power constantly shifted, and the price of failure was unforgiving. "This is not a game for the faint-hearted," Petrov said, his voice taking on a tone of grim resolve. "I will deal with these new threats as I have dealt with all others. But I will need allies and information. Tell me what you require." The Broker's lips curled into a faint smile, a gesture that spoke of hidden agendas and complex alliances. "We need to ensure that we are always a step ahead. I have my own interests and resources, but we must work together to neutralize these threats. The balance of power must be preserved." As they exchanged information and forged an uneasy alliance, the room seemed to close in around them, the weight of their plans and the shadows of their past looming large. The stage was set for a new chapter in a high-stakes game of power and deception, and the consequences of their actions would reverberate through their lives and the lives of those who would become entangled in their web. Unbeknownst to them, the paths they were about to cross would set in motion a series of events that would test their resolve and shape their futures. In the shadows of their pasts and the darkness of their plans, a new narrative was beginning to unfold

In a world where magic thrives and mythical beasts lurk in the shadows, Tohgi Akura is born into the unforgiving southern district of Vandekar, a lawless land ruled by bandits and plagued by poverty. Despite his humble beginnings, Tohgi harbors an audacious dream: to achieve that dream he must become a Knight, a title synonymous with honor, power, and nobility. His raw talent rivals the elite, but his lack of noble heritage leaves him scorned by the privileged. Yet, Tohgi’s unwavering determination and resilience catch the attention of influential figures who see potential in the unrefined boy. With their assistance, Tohgi rises through the ranks, challenging a society built to keep people like him in the dirt. But ambition has its price. As Tohgi carves his path toward greatness, his defiance against the status quo ignites conflicts that spiral into devastating wars. In his quest to protect those he loves and what he stands for, Tohgi must grapple with the weight of his choices and the sacrifices demanded by his legacy. Will Tohgi Akura go down in history as a hero, a tyrant or just another man. His story is one of ambition, loyalty, and the unrelenting cost of dreams. Do not hesitate to comment your thoughts at any point in the story, it would bring me great joy to be able to interact with readers of my work. I hope to see you on the other side. PS: Bold text indicates the use of magic, parenthesis () indicates thought. Thank you! Enjoy! :)