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Born under the Triune Celestial Convergence, Jian Feng wields power no mortal should possess. The Nine Serenities Jade chooses him, breakthroughs come effortlessly, and treasures fall into his hands as if guided by fate. But every blessing is a chain, recorded in the Ledgers of Mandate that bind his soul to the heavens. To defy these Debt-Bonds invites catastrophic Tribulation; to obey makes him a pawn in a cosmic game. When a cryptic summons from the Ministry of Karmic Ledgers calls him to the Court of Dust and Ashes, Jian Feng steps into a labyrinth of celestial politics and ancient secrets. The Veiled Star Marquis, a disgraced Heavenly General, offers a path to repay his first debt—the Stolen Constellation Pearl, hidden in the Vermillion Bird Legion’s vaults. But every deal tightens the chains, and every choice risks his soul. From the jade peaks of the Argent Moon Sect to the starlit halls of immortal power, Jian Feng must navigate Ministries, Heretical Heavens, and ancient covenants. With three monumental debts to settle before the next Convergence, he walks a razor’s edge between freedom and servitude. Can he shatter the chains of the Celestial Ledger, or will he become the key to a new cosmic order?

***This is BOOK 2 under the FAKE DATING SERIES*** ____________________ COPYRIGHT NOTICE: All Rights Reserved. No portion of this publication may be reproduced, copied, stored, transmitted, adapted, translated, or distributed in any form or by any means, including but not limited to electronic, digital, or online media, without the prior written consent of the author. Unauthorized use, duplication, or dissemination of any part of this work will constitute a violation of copyright law and may result in legal action. _____________________ Shanaya Thakur had a plan! A neatly color-coded, perfectly curated, bullet-journal-approved kind of plan. The kind of plan with checkboxes, motivational quotes scribbled in the margins, and an unhealthy number of post-its. She was going to become Mumbai’s best, boldest, badass lawyer, land a coveted job at the ridiculously prestigious BR Advocates — a firm so elite it practically air-kissed lesser mortals — and slowly take over the world, one perfectly argued case at a time. Shanaya wasn’t just ambitious. She was capital-A Ambitious. And maybe a little dramatic, excessively sarcastic, and allergic to bullshit. So naturally, when she nailed every single requirement BR Advocates asked for — top of her class? Check. Ruthless work ethic? Double check. A sharp tongue capable of verbally decimating anyone who doubted her? Triple, sparkly check — she figured the job was practically hers. Until the firm pulled a surprise. A New hiring rule: Only experienced, married applicants will be considered. Married? As in, spouse? Legal binding married? She blinked. Holy crap! And sure, Shanaya might have aggressively whispered ‘burn it all down’ under her breath in the middle of HR’s lobby. And yes, she might have chucked a high heel at her vision board. But desperation breeds creativity. And Shanaya Thakur? She was nothing if not dangerously creative when backed into a corner. Which is how the idea was born. Find a husband! Any husband! In two weeks. Which brings us to Yuvaan Grewal: Six-foot-something of maddening calm, devastating looks, and a talent for making tailored suits look illegal. President of Sauvé, one of India’s most successful product companies, Yuvaan is brilliant, emotionally detached, and permanently single — by choice. A choice his mother hates. After dodging fifty arranged proposals, eighty dates, and roughly a hundred aunties armed with lovely girls from nice families, Yuvaan’s perfected the art of politely refusing romance and staying unmarried. Until one scandal, a series of hilariously unfortunate coincidences, and one very desperate law graduate with excellent cheekbones land them both in a situation neither of them asked for: A fake marriage. It’s supposed to be simple. A business arrangement. A temporary fix. But with Shanaya’s sharp mouth, Yuvaan’s smoldering glares, and a growing list of almost-kisses they both pretend not to remember — things are about to get complicated. Because what happens when the one person you swear you can’t stand starts feeling alarmingly like home? And Love ? That was never part of the plan. But then again… when is it ever? _____________________ DISCLAIMER: The book contains mature content, so please read under the parental guidance. Also, the cover illustration belongs to original creator. NOT me. The cover page was modified using online tools. The story is slow burn, so please bear with the plot. ______________________

"Chéri, je n'en peux plus, je me sens terrible..." "Bébé, sois sage, finis ce médicament." Le bel homme enlace la femme dans ses bras, la cajole doucement pendant qu'il lui donne le médicament. Joanna Lawrence tombe sur Ashton Heath, le scion le plus estimé de toute la ville de Closia, et finit par passer la nuit avec lui. Après qu'il lui a offert des avantages en échange de leur mariage, la nouvelle Mme Heath a soudainement le pouvoir d'avoir tout ce qu'elle a toujours souhaité. "Chéri, j'ai giflé la reine du cinéma Faye aujourd'hui, est-ce que j'ai été trop loin?" "Bébé, ta main te fait mal ? Laisse-moi la masser pour toi." "Chéri, j'ai atteint la limite de ta carte de crédit, es-tu en colère ?" "Bébé, es-tu contente de ton achat ? Fais-moi savoir quand tu en auras besoin de plus." "Chéri, je suis fatiguée aujourd'hui, je ne veux pas bouger..."

I thought I just tripped into a construction site. Turns out, I tripped into another world. Now, I’m being hunted by deadly monsters called Graves, dragged into a government facility, and forced to work under a terrifying hunter who walks like every second costs him money. Oh, and surprise—I don’t even exist here. No ledger, no record, no nothing. Apparently, that makes me a "walking system error." Love that for me. My new babysitter, Elren Vayne, is tall, deadly, and allergic to emotions. His patience is thinner than my survival chances. But that’s fine. I just need to stay alive. Blend in. Crack a few jokes. Maybe get on his nerves—just a little. Definitely not falling for the emotionally unavailable hunter. Nope. Not in the plan. Because I’m not part of their system. Right? ...Right?

Sky isn’t just a fan. He lives anime. He speaks in quotes. He dodges invisible attacks during class. He believes there’s a hidden power within him—just waiting for the right moment to awaken. Everyone calls him crazy. But he doesn’t care. Because he knows one thing: “In every anime, the MC starts misunderstood.” One night, during his 100th rewatch of his favorite show, "Arifureta", his screen glitches. Static. Then silence. And suddenly… A blinding light bursts from the TV—and standing there is Giny, the Anime Genie, a mythical being created from the energy of every anime ever watched with passion, tears, and snacks. Giny offers him a wish—any anime world, any power, any role. WHAT WILL HAPPEN WHEN AN OTAKU IS GIVEN A WISH

"Hubby, I don't want anymore, I feel terrible..." "Baby, be good, finish up this medicine." The handsome man embraces the woman in his arms, coaxing her tenderly as he feeds her the medicine. Joanna Lawrence stumbles upon Ashton Heath, the most esteemed scion in all of Closia City, and ends up sleeping with him for the night. After he offers her benefits in exchange for their marriage, the newly appointed Mrs Heath suddenly has the power to have everything she ever wished for. "Hubby, I slapped the Movie Queen Faye today, was I too much?" "Baby, does your hand hurt? Let me rub it for you." "Hubby, I maxed out your credit card, are you angry?" "Baby, are you happy with your purchase? Let me know when you need more." "Hubby, I'm tired today, I don't want to move..."

Status |Finished| This synopsis only covers the beginning of the novel; it represents just a small part of the full story. Xiandre Valkyrie, infamously known as the Smiling Reaper, was once the most wanted criminal in the world. After years of chaos, fame, and unparalleled glory, he grew bored of it all. Craving peace, he staged his own death—shooting himself in the head on Lilika’s Silver Bridge of Flinch, falling into the waters below, and vanishing from history. Unbeknownst to the world, he had adopted a new identity: Kian, an ordinary high school student. Four years later, while attending Ka-agahan Academy, a mysterious broadcast interrupted his class—a nuclear missile was heading directly toward the school. Death seemed certain. But just before impact, everything turned white. When Kian’s vision returned, he—and a select group of students from different academic classes—found themselves transported to a vast castle in another world. Their summoner: Princess Millie. Her claim: they had all died and been brought here to become Holy Soldiers, champions chosen to battle the eldritch god of profanity. Each student was evaluated—measured by the strength of their magical affinity and the elemental power they possessed in this new world. The main character, Xiandre, was granted the potent Element of Control, a power shared by his entire class. But when his individual tier was assessed, the results were shocking: Tier One—the lowest possible rank. Heavenly SYSTEM Level: 1 User: Xiandre Valkyrie Element: Controller Tier Level: 1 Stats: Strength: 1 Speed: 1 Defense: 1 Princess Millie, feigning grace, assured everyone that having a low tier was nothing to be ashamed of—"No one is perfect," she smiled. But Kian—Xiandre—sensed the truth. Princess Millie adored the strong and held no value for the weak. She and the goddess Fillia plotted to eliminate those deemed unworthy. When Xiandre’s power level was falsely assessed as one of the weakest, he was betrayed by his classmates who were easily manipulated by the genius and brilliancy of princess Millie he was cast aside. Along with other "weaklings," he was banished to the depths of hell. Yet Xiandre did not break. Instead, he smiled. "This is was more exciting than being the hero of the story." Xiandre Quoted (Average Chapter words length 1500 - 2500 words)

—Amor, ya no quiero más, me siento fatal... —Cariño, sé buena, termina de tomar esta medicina. El guapo hombre abraza a la mujer en sus brazos, mimándola tiernamente mientras le da la medicina. Joanna Lawrence se encuentra con Ashton Heath, el joven más estimado en todo Closia City, y termina durmiendo con él por la noche. Después de que él le ofrece beneficios a cambio de su casamiento, la recién nombrada Sra. Heath de repente tiene el poder para conseguir todo lo que siempre deseó. —Amor, hoy le di una bofetada a la reina de cine Faye, ¿me pasé? —Cariño, ¿te duele la mano? Déjame masajeártela. —Amor, agoté tu tarjeta de crédito, ¿estás enfadado? —Cariño, ¿estás contenta con tu compra? Avísame cuando necesites más. —Amor, estoy cansada hoy, no quiero moverme..."

Dren Vorsk was just a wasteland scavenger, until he looted the corpse of the God of Calamity and found the Doom Ledger: a cursed ledger that lets him trade apocalypses for unimaginable powers. With each disaster sold, from floods to plagues to eclipses, Dren climbs the ladder of cosmic power, but every trade comes with a price. Hunted by ruthless profiteers, chased by shadowy auctioneers, and betrayed by those closest to him, Dren must master the ledger’s deadly system or be consumed by the very dooms he controls. In a brutal multiverse where time loops, gods, and living catastrophes collide, will Dren become the ultimate apocalypse merchant… or trade away his soul to save what’s left of a dying world? ****************** AN: Dark fantasy meets high-stakes system gaming. If you like fast-paced thrillers with shocking twists, relentless cliffhangers, and characters who live on the edge of destruction, this is your next obsession.

"Marido, eu não quero mais, me sinto péssima..." "Amor, seja boazinha, termine de tomar esse remédio." O homem bonito abraça a mulher em seus braços, acariciando-a delicadamente enquanto a alimenta com o remédio. Joanna Lawrence se depara com Ashton Heath, o herdeiro mais estimado de toda a cidade de Closia, e acaba passando a noite com ele. Depois que ele oferece benefícios em troca de seu casamento, a recém nomeada Sra. Heath de repente tem o poder de ter tudo o que sempre desejou. "Marido, eu dei um tapa na Rainha do Cinema Faye hoje, eu exagerei?" "Amor, sua mão está doendo? Deixe-me massageá-la para você." "Marido, eu estourei o limite do seu cartão de crédito, você está bravo?" "Amor, você está feliz com suas compras? Avise-me quando precisar de mais." "Marido, estou cansada hoje, não quero me mexer..."

Lucen Vale was born with nothing. No Soulprint. No name worth remembering. Just a mind far too sharp for a world that discards the weak. Buried alive in the deepest mines of the Dead Veins, the lowest pit of humanity, Lucen was called a Blank, cursed and powerless. He didn’t complain. He observed. Calculated. Waited. Until the system came. A forbidden voice whispered from the dark... "[Soulprint Theft Protocol Activated. You may now take what others are.]" Lucen doesn’t rejoice. He doesn’t laugh. He dissects the rules... and begins to hunt. --- He doesn’t fight stronger enemies. He breaks them. A genius tactician, Lucen studies every movement, exploits every mistake, and kills with precision. With each soul he steals, he gains more than just power. He inherits memories, instincts... even regrets. He writes them all in his Soul Ledger. Every stolen skill. Every broken mind. But as the echoes multiply, and foreign thoughts begin to surface, one truth becomes harder to ignore. If you take too many pieces of others... what remains of you? Releasing 3-4 chapters daily.

[BL] [Alpha x Alpha] After the First Apocalyptic War finally ended, Mattias Kohler thought he could return to America and live out his days as an unmated alpha in peace. Being a child soldier left him with more scars and baggage than he cared to admit, but for a while, living in this superheroes’ version of a ‘new world’ wasn't so bad. He'd even managed to stave off the deadly consequences of the war for a solid twenty years. Despite everything, the shell shocked veteran made peace with the last of his ghosts. Or so he thought, were it not for one rude-ass awakening. When his biggest failure and the rightful king of his ghosts shows back up out of the blue—very much alive and kicking—Matt finds himself kidnapped and dragged back into a cold war against his will. What's worse, this particular ghost has deep ties to Mattias’ past, and the fact that he's still alive is an absolute stain on Matt's ledger. His initial goal is just to get the hell out of this mess and kill as many Russians as he can in the process, but as time goes by, he realizes something isn't right with the King of Ghosts. The other alpha’s past betrayal may not be everything it seems, and the more Matt learns about this dark world his old-friend-turned-traitor steeped himself in for all these years, the less he understands. Not to mention the fact that he'd been forced to get off his scent blockers and rut suppressants all at once; fuck if he knows why that filthy traitor smells so damn good, but he does. It's wrong. They're both alphas. Matt is also painfully aware that alpha on alpha relations are illegal in most countries. But he's hard, pissed off and has no idea whether he's in for a fight or a fuck. Either way, they dragged him back into this, and now he's going to finish it. [TW: Dark themes, potential dub-con, violence, death of NPCs, dystopian themes, kidnapping, toxic relationships, abuse, non-encouraged mentions of substance abuse, hurt & comfort.] NOTICE: The acts described in this novel are in no way, shape, nor form, the personal beliefs of the author. I do not condone, endorse, nor encourage those behaviours on any level. These are works of fiction that do not reflect my real life values, beliefs, and actions. My characters actions are not reality and should not be copied in any way. I wholeheartedly condemn real-world violence, abuse, substance abuse and emphatically encourage people to do the same. This book will strive to separate fact from fiction and will keep away from glorifying, encouraging, or promoting illegal activities. If you have any questions or need to request an edit, please feel free to contact me.

Born under the Triune Celestial Convergence, Jian Feng is no ordinary cultivator. Blessed by the heavens, he wields the Nine Serenities Jade, breaks through realms with ease, and finds treasures where others see only ruin. But every miracle comes with a price. Each blessing binds him with a Debt-Bond, a cosmic chain recorded in the Ledgers of Mandate within his soul. To defy the heavens is to invite catastrophic Tribulation; to obey is to become their pawn. When a mysterious summons from the Ministry of Karmic Ledgers calls him to the Court of Dust and Ashes, Jian Feng steps into a web of celestial politics and ancient secrets. The Veiled Star Marquis, a disgraced Heavenly General, offers a path to repay his first debt—but at what cost? From the jade peaks of the Argent Moon Sect to the starlit vaults of the Vermillion Bird Legion, Jian Feng must navigate immortal factions, heretical rebels, and the very laws of the cosmos. With three monumental debts to repay before the next Convergence, Jian Feng walks a razor’s edge. Will he shatter the chains of Heaven’s will, or become the key to a new cosmic order? In a universe where every favor is a debt, one truth is clear: even the favored son cannot escape the ledger.

Lucien Blackmoore makes his living offering contracts most people don’t even bother to read all the way through. He's known as, The Crimson Broker: Master of Deals. Anything you want or need: favors, love, secrets. The only cost? Whatever piece of your soul you’re willing to sell, to survive another day in a city built on debt. At his side is the Ledger—a sentient, datapad, always calculating. It tracks every deal, every breach, every whisper of a broken promise. It feeds him intel, tightens the leash on those who try to run, and sometimes... it speaks back. Lucien doesn’t do violence if he can help it; He doesn’t need to. A few words in the right ear, a signature in the wrong place, and someone else does the dirty work. The game’s getting messier. A rival broker, Cassian has been stirring things up—sloppy sigils, crashed markets, proxies pulling strings Lucien didn’t see coming. Lucien’s got an underground network to protect, clients to keep in line, and a voice in his head that keeps reminding him: "Debt always demands its dues." And some debts... they cost more than you'd think.

welcome to Volterra a place filled with Vol an evolutionary energy that transforms and bond creatures and elements alike some beings seek to become the strongest some seek corruption some seek peace, some seek balance and some just want to rule, but in the end, they are all transformed by Vol enjoy the story of this world I am not the main character. The world doesn’t bend to my will. I am simply the eyes that you witness it through. I may lose my mark or be affected by it, but at the end of the day, I am simply your point of view and a part of the story Quoted by Sovereign

[WSA 2025 Entry] There is a shop. hidden deep in the misted alleys of Lowbridge District. A place where the desperate trade gold for whispered promises. Trinkets. Relics. Cursed objects. Some say the shopkeeper is a sorcerer. Others claim he is a prophet. Only one truth remains. Every artifact he sells changes the fate of its owner. But behind the cracked glass and faded ledgers... The shopkeeper himself has no idea what he's doing. Lies and legends blur in the smoke. And soon, even the gods begin to take notice.

Power is memory. Wealth is trauma. The world is a market of minds. In a broken world ruled by psychic resonance, Yun Ze is no hero, no villain, and no fool. He doesn’t fight for justice. He doesn’t care about fate, family, or honor. He harvests memories—grief, joy, terror, love—and sells them to the highest bidder. Every emotion is a currency. Every secret is a trade. And every mistake… is profit. When a strange loop in time begins affecting the memory market, Yun Ze discovers a deeper system hiding beneath reality—a hidden vault of minds, timelines, and resonance ghosts. As factions rise and crumble, Yun Ze plays them all, building his ledger, manipulating cities, and rewriting lives. He is not a chosen one. He is not here to save the world. He is here to own it. Dark cultivation. Psychic economics. Memory warfare. A slow-burning antihero story with no redemption, no mercy, and no clichés. • Cultivation ✅ • Time Loop ✅ • Dark Fantasy ✅ • Psychological ✅ • Economic Warfare ✅ • Memory / Soul Power System ✅ • Slow Burn ✅ • Nonlinear Narrative ✅ • No Harem ❌ • No Face-Slapping ❌ • No Power of Friendship ❌

“Villains aren’t born, they’re made...blah...blah...” Cute quote. Stick it on your Tumblr header next to your anime pfp. You boys love your villain stories, don’t you? You want carnage. Chaos. Control. You want a dark throne, a cold smirk, and a woman kneeling at your feet begging for mercy. But you? You don’t want to lift a damn finger. You’ll cheer for the villain as he kills a god, but cry when he gets betrayed. You call it “plot armor” when the hero survives—but call it “art” when the villain does the impossible. You’re not fans of villains. You’re fetishists. You want the violence, but not the silence after it. You want domination, but not the burden of being hated. You want power, but only if the story forgives you for it. You don’t read these stories to understand evil. You read them because you think you're too good to win the normal way. “Villains don’t play fair.” Exactly. That’s why you love them. Because you wouldn’t last a day in a world where strength mattered and excuses didn’t. You don’t want a villain’s life. You want his results. You want to watch him burn the world for a woman. But you’d cry if a girl left you on read. So tell me— What exactly are you rooting for? At least unlike you, I support heroes—the ones with boobs. You know the type. Tits squeezed into latex, thighs tight in spandex, preaching virtue with cum-drunk eyes the moment they fall into my arms but always end up screaming my name instead. She flies above cities, saving lives like it’s her job. But at night? She crashes into my arms, trembling, moaning, clawing at my back like I’m the only real thing she’s ever touched. Her cape drops before her guard does. But I don't need to tear it off. She hands it over herself—bit by bit, kiss by kiss, lie by beautiful lie. You ever felt a heroine's breath hitch in your ear as she begs you to stop pretending you're the bad guy? Ever watched the symbol of hope ride you like you're the last man left after the world ended? That's not conquest. That’s devotion, baby. Unfiltered. Undeniable. And the irony? They fall the hardest. Because no villain ever tried to understand them. No hero ever dared to see past the shine and into the ache beneath. But I do. I whisper into the cracks of their perfection. I plant kisses where they hide their pain. I fuck them where they forget to wear their strength. And when they break—when their moans turn to prayers, when their strength melts into submission— That’s when I rise. I’m not just some brooding misfit out for revenge, or a misunderstood loner sitting around hoping for a shot at redemption. I’m not a villain. I’m the SUPERVILLAIN—the kind your heroines moan for when the cameras are off and the capes are crumpled on my floor. Chapter Updates: 2 chapters per day (unspecified until a fix update time is decided) Bonus Chapters: +2 Extra chapters (350+ coin gifts) +4 Extra chapters (1005+ coin gift) +6 Extra chapters (2005+ coin gift)

Have you ever wondered what a vampire and a wolf could make? Vampilize Edward Quinzilla (Vamp for short) and Liam Isaac meet one fateful day. Vamp, a vampire, and Liam, a wolf, form an alliance(?). Can they make a change in their society? ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Don't think too much about that. Just know that it's a gay story with a bit of a love triangle. Anywho, enjoy! Disclaimer: This is my own work. All the characters are mine, and I don't appreciate people taking credit for my work. Like, you can make fanfics and fanart and stuff, but give me credit. With that being said, I did take INSPIRATION from a Gacha Life movie (don't judge me) whose creator's name I conveniently forgot. So yeah. ---------------------------------------------------------------- Quote: I loosened my grip on him. 'If Li wishes to leave, I have no objections.' He looked me in the eye. 'Never, at least, not again. Maybe in the past, I would've left as soon as I could but things are different now. My eyes have now been opened. You're the only one I could ever want or need.' 'You sure?' I ask him, afraid that he might change his mind. 'No doubt about it.' ----------------------------------------------------------------

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Adam was a quiet kid until the day corporate monsters murdered his only family and buried the evidence beneath their silver-dollar lies. Reborn as a fledgling vampire, he stalks the night with fangs sharpened by vengeance and magic flickering beneath his skin. Every drop of blood spilled is a ledger entry in his war against the soulless tycoons who think themselves untouchable. As Adam’s power blooms—and his humanity withers—he must decide: become the monster they fear, or let their corruption consume him first. —end of briefing.

The Sinner’s Realm When fate forgets your name, love writes it back. Zane was supposed to die at sunrise. But when a grim reaper arrives too early, a single mistake erases Zane’s name from death’s ledger—making him a missing soul, trapped between life and the afterlife. Brought back to the world of the living with no memory, Zane soon finds himself caught in a strange pattern: each time he tries to end his life, the same reaper returns to stop him. Azriel, the reaper who broke the rules to save him, swore to erase Zane’s memories and keep their worlds apart. But the more Zane dies, the more he remembers—and the deeper Azriel falls. Now, hunted by celestial law and drawn together by a bond that defies destiny, they must confront the truth: some souls aren't lost... they’re just waiting to be loved, even in the realm of sinners.

Gideon Harrow was born with blood on his inheritance. As the reluctant heir to the Harrow Circle—an elite syndicate of occult debt collectors—his destiny is carved in ash: retrieve cursed objects, balance the soul ledgers of the dead, and ascend as the next Keeper of Accounts. But just weeks before his initiation, a relic surfaces unlike any other. A ledger. Empty. Silent. Hollow. Until it writes his name in blood-red ink. Now the rules are changing. Spirits bound by old codes are whispering rebellion. Items once dormant are reacting to him. And worse—someone is rewriting ledgers from within, twisting records, erasing histories, and unleashing debts that should never be paid. To survive his own succession, Gideon must confront a past he never lived, a conspiracy buried in the Circle’s founding, and a haunting truth: The Hollow Ledger doesn’t balance the dead. It judges the living.

They placed Kael Arkin at the bottom. Threadless. Bloodless. Nothing. No sigil, no legacy, no chance. In a world where magic is carved from blood and power determines worth, Kael was meant to fade — a ghost among heirs, a failure beneath prodigies. The only reason he’s still here? A name in a ledger… and a Magister who doesn’t believe in mistakes. But something is wrong beneath the surface of the Sanctum. Something ancient. Hungry. Watching. Kael starts young. Fragile, even. You’ll wonder why he’s the main character. Push through. Because the boy they buried at the bottom? He learns. He adapts. And eventually… he breaks. What rises after won’t be human. It’ll be worse.

Ten-year-old Elijah "Eli" Reyes sees the hidden fractures in Harlem—in crumbling brownstones, in ledger books, in the eyes of his weary mother, Rosa. When his father, a small-time hustler tangled with Harlem’s most feared power broker, **Silas "The Lion" Jones**, vanishes without trace, he leaves only crushing debts and dangerous questions. Was it betrayal? An escape? Or did Silas make him disappear? To settle the debt, Silas imprisons Eli, Rosa, and Eli’s luminous four-year-old sister, Maya, in a gilded cage atop a Crown stronghold. Eli’s genius becomes his family’s currency: fix Silas’s crumbling empire, or watch his world shatter. But Silas sees more than a tool in the boy—he sees a kindred, calculating mind. A protégé. I have not written anything before and Ai is kinda my best friend so please just have mercy

When the world turns a blind eye to evil, someone must become the darkness to punish it. After a mysterious tragedy shatters his life, 20-year-old Kane awakens a cursed system called The Sin Ledger—a power that marks the wicked, punishes the corrupt, and grows stronger through the sins he absorbs. Bound by a contract he never signed, Kane is forced to collect “Sin Points” by hunting down debtors—those who owe karma, justice, or blood. For every mission completed, he levels up… but each decision draws him closer to a horrifying truth: the system is feeding on his soul. As Kane climbs the ranks of the sinful underworld, he must choose between redeeming the sinner or becoming a greater demon than them all. He wears a demonic armor forged from guilt, commands powers of fear and judgment, and bears a monstrous second form—the Dread Kirin-Dragon King, feared by all dimensions. But the true enemy is not just the sinners. A Celestial Dragon—once a divine being—has descended to erase Kane and his blasphemous system from existence. The war between heaven and hell begins… and Kane must master his powers before he loses himself to the abyss.

"The water choked him, the cold seeping into his bones. His mind, usually so sharp, fractured into a thousand desperate thoughts. He saw her face above him, contorted by a primal rage, and in his final, suffocating gasp, he knew. Not just an opponent. A predator. He tried to speak, to beg, to curse, but only a gurgle escaped as darkness claimed him. His last thought, a chilling realization: She was more monster than detective." In the rain-slicked streets of Owerri, I live a double life. By day, I'm Detective Elise Blackwood, bound by the law, navigating a system that often fails the innocent. By night, I become a ghost, a weapon forged by a mother's murder, hunting the powerful Network – the city's corrupt elite who operate above all law. They stole my past; I'm here to tear down their future. Every stolen ledger, every breached server, drags me deeper into their deadly game, transforming me from hunter to the hunted. My knuckles ached, the water cold as ice, as I forced him under. This wasn't just justice. This was survival. And a promise kept. I've walked through fire, made impossible choices, and faced betrayal from every angle. Now, as I close in on their elusive financial architect, Pierce M., the man whose secrets can finally bring their empire crashing down, the true cost of my war reveals itself. The truth about Pierce is far more devastating, far more personal, than any nightmare I could have imagined. My pursuit of dark justice is about to collide with a betrayal that will redefine everything I am.

The Sin Ledger When midnight strikes, the app awakens. No ads. No login. No trace—only a message: “You’ve been chosen. Your sin has been recorded.” Urban journalist Lin Xun never believed in ghost stories or digital curses—until a suicide case leads him to a mysterious phone application known as The Sin Ledger. The app doesn’t offer games or services. Instead, it assigns tasks. Ominous, personal, and disturbingly precise tasks. Fail, and something—or someone—pays the price. As Lin Xun dives deeper into the app’s twisted logic, he uncovers a hidden network of users, each tormented by a secret they’d hoped was buried. But the Ledger sees everything. And it doesn’t forgive. Now, the next name on the list is his own.