Ardrigh Fold

Laura never meant to lead a music group. For her, music was structure—performance, not passion. But when she and her longtime friend Axel founded Euphony, and brought a scrappy young visual artist named Sunny into the fold, something changed. Now, years later, Euphony Trio is preparing their biggest showcase yet. And to pull it off, Axel brings in a wild card: Zane—a solo artist with a flashy ego, a bold voice, and a complicated past with Axel. Laura doesn’t trust him. Sunny idolizes him. Axel just wants to see what happens when you drop fire into something stable. One stage. One performance. One more voice. And whether they like it or not… it might change them forever.

Su Bei sat on No-Sword Peak, contentedly watching his female disciple scurry about. That would have completed his first task for his System Quest assigned by "The Highest Ten Thousand Fold Feedback for Discipleship" system! Xia Ruoching looked at Su Bei with a serious face, “Master, this is the spiritual fruit I got from the Sect Leader. He said it'd be helpful for your injuries!” Su Bei gazed at the half-black, half-red fruit in front of him and fell into deep thought. “Are you sure this is what the fruit looks like?” "......" “This is the real deal, Master! That half is definitely not poisoned! Eating this spiritual fruit would be such a wonderful experience, ah!” "?" “......” Years later. Su Bei, while leading one of his many disciples back to Sword Sect, suddenly sneezed and muttered, “That's strange. Why do I keep feeling like a bunch of people are cursing me?” The eldest disciple looked at the new junior sisters with a stunned expression, “What? You want to kill Master too?” ...... The book is also known as "I Have the Highest Ten Thousand Fold Feedback System for Discipleship." "I Am a Transmigrator, Not the Su Bei You Know!” “I Really Didn't Steal The Disciples' Talents, Okay!” “Assassinations from the Reincarnated Disciples!” “Assassinating Master”

Zhou Yan was a prodigy son to the once infamous genius. Despite being the son to an extremely skilled and talented father, he was born untalented and crude. It seemed that no matter how hard he had struggled, he would end up disappointing everyone who had high hopes for him. However, something unexpected happened to him on one fateful evening of his arduous training—he had inherited the will and knowledge of a mysterious old sage. Through that encounter, his skill and powers improved by several folds. Follow our main protagonist in his exciting journey to become who he was meant to be!

I never asked to be the chosen anything. I had a nice enough life, if you enjoy communing with dead people, wrangling ghostly regrets, and being occasionally mistaken for a lost Victorian child. Harrowers don’t get holidays, and we certainly don’t get destiny. We get well-worn boots, crumbling field journals, and maybe—if we’re lucky—a thermos that doesn’t leak. I was fine with that. Then came the part where I accidentally got involved in a celestial conspiracy. You know, the usual: unraveling the fabric of fate, discovering I may or may not be some mythical thread-weaver, dodging bureaucratic Fae with sharp smiles and sharper agendas, and, most inconveniently of all, developing a highly inconvenient attraction to a certain exiled Huntsman of the Unseelie Court who looks he stepped out GQ: Gothic Edition and smells like rain. Alaric Fen. Yes, that Alaric. The one with the eyes like amber lightning and cheekbones you could cut yourself on. Now I’m trying to stop the Balance from folding like a wet towel, while two ancient Courts most humans are blissfully unaware about flirt with civil war, and everyone keeps looking at me like I’ve got the answers. I don't. I have tattoos I didn't sign up for, a fast-talking con artist for a best friend, and some stubborn hope that kindness still counts for something. So if you're looking for a grand epic of magic, love, betrayal, memory, and rebellion—well. Here we are.  Just… don’t expect me to smile about it. Come along if you'd like. I could use someone on my side. -Entry from the diary of Grey Wyrde

Fourteen was supposed to be an in-between year — too old for dolls, too young for love. But for Cara, it became the year everything changed. When her brother’s best friend, Callum Adler, starts spending more time at their house, Cara notices things most adults ignore. The bruises. The quiet. The way their mother starts folding extra laundry like it’s second nature. Callum's broken home becomes a secret the whole family carries, and Cara — wide-eyed, overlooked, and quietly growing — starts to fall for him in all the ways she shouldn’t. But Callum is four years older. Eighteen. Off-limits. Almost a man. And despite their quiet moments — the almosts, the shared glances, the night she asked to kiss him — he walks away without a goodbye, leaving her in the silence he helped create. Years pass. Cara grows. Builds a life. Finds herself. By eighteen, she’s no longer just Kaden’s little sister. She’s her own person — confident, loved, maybe even happy. But everything tilts when she runs into Callum again at a skating rink. Older, composed, and entirely unexpected. He’s not the same boy who used to sleep on her couch with bruises on his ribs — and she’s not the girl who watched him leave. But unfinished things have a way of circling back. Told in alternating perspectives of Cara and Callum, What We Never Said explores the slow burn of first love, the ache of timing, and what it really means to grow up — and grow apart — before finding your way back.

Alternate Title: Stray: Beyond The Pale Gates Katsunori’s life was defined by distance—emotional, social, even spatial. A quiet, talented kid with too many ghosts in his house and not enough room in his chest to name them all. He didn’t want to be special. Just seen. Just remembered by someone who wouldn’t leave. But the world moved on without him. The people closest faded first—his father, his best friend, even the girl who used to squeeze his hand without asking. He became background noise in his own life. And then came the alley. The flickering light. The copy of his face waiting at the end of it. The last thing he felt was the ground tilting. Not falling—just… folding. When he woke, his name was gone. His body wasn’t his. And the world didn’t want him. They called him Stray. He was not summoned. Not chosen. Just dropped—into a world built on forgetting, where memory itself could kill, and the only person who didn’t flinch was a girl named Morana who spoke like death but watched like a mirror. WHAT TO EXPECT: A protagonist who survives by remembering what should have broken him. Memory as magic. Memory as weapon. Memory as identity. Monsters born from thought. Worlds stitched from emotion. Slow-burn tension, cosmic scars, and grief that bites back. Psychological warfare, emotional anchors, and a scythe forged from love and pain. The long walk toward a name. And the harder truth of earning it.

" He wakes up in lives he doesn't remember… but each one feels like home.” Each night, he becomes someone else. Each morning, he questions if he ever was. Reality begins to fracture. Memories, dreams, identities—blur. And as the world folds in on itself, only one question remains: " What am I? "

Genre: Billionaire Romance / Obsession / Corporate War / Emotional Drama • A sharp-tongued small-town girl falls into the dangerous love of the most powerful oil mogul in Mexico. But when she becomes the target of his enemies—and his obsession—she must decide if love is worth losing herself… or if he’s worth betraying. • Joseph León was the most feared name in oil — Mexico’s oil tycoon with empires that stretched across oceans. His name opened doors in Dubai, whispered in Geneva, and commanded boardrooms in Texas. But in the private sanctum of his glass-walled penthouse above Mexico City, the only thing that brought him to his knees… was Green. Green Ariza. The sharp-tongued, warm-eyed girl from the southeast — who didn’t care for oil, power, or the billions in his offshore accounts. And that terrified Joseph more than any corporate war. She stormed into his office, her heels clicking furiously against the Italian marble. Her worn leather bag slammed onto the chair with finality. “I want to talk to you, Joseph!” she snapped. Behind his desk, Joseph was mid-call with a venture capitalist from Qatar, trying to lock in a deal worth $1.3 billion. He held up one finger without looking up — only for a second — then paused. His eyes met hers. Sharp. Furious. Tired of something. He ended the call. “I’ll speak to you later,” he said calmly, before the voice on the other line could protest. “Yes, I know it’s urgent.” He hung up, removed his glasses, and leaned back in his chair. His gaze softened. “What does my love want that has her so upset?” he asked, like the storm in her eyes didn’t scare him. “A Maserati? Givenchy? My black card is right there—just whisper what you want, and it’s yours.” Green exhaled, shaking her head. “I’m not here for gifts, Joseph.” “I know.” “No, you don’t. You always think money can fix things.” “I absolutely don’t think that.” “You bought the company I worked for because I said I was scared of getting fired—how is that not thinking money fixes things?” “I bought it,” he said quietly, “because it was the only way I could keep seeing you. You were avoiding me. Saying you couldn’t risk your job. So I made it yours. You’re head of creative strategy now. With triple your old salary. And you only work when you want.” She turned away, rubbing her forehead. “Green,” he said, his voice a low murmur now. “Can I touch you?” She blinked at him. “Are you asking permission to touch me?” “You usually get angry when I touch you during a fight,” he said honestly, standing slowly. “You say I use it to make you forget why you’re mad.” “…Because you do.” “And you let me.” She turned to face him, and for a moment, neither said a word. He reached out, gently, his hand grazing her elbow. “So tell me, why are you really angry?” She looked away. “Is it because of the girl at the gala?” he asked. Her head snapped back toward him. “She’s like a sister. My father’s goddaughter.” “She was holding your hand.” “She’s grieving. Her brother was assassinated in Bogotá.” Green stepped back, arms folded. “You don’t even see how many women throw themselves at you. My mother tells me I’m stupid for staying. That I should leave you and marry someone safer. Someone like Don Frederick.” Joseph’s jaw tightened. “Don Frederick is a snake with a fake smile and a poisoned chalice. He’s not safe, he’s subtle. That’s worse.” “My mother doesn’t care,” Green said bitterly. “She only sees headlines. And dollar signs.” “What do you see?” he asked, stepping closer. “When you look at me. What do you see?” She didn’t answer. He touched her cheek, gently. “Do you think I’d let myself love anyone but you? I’d burn down every oil well I own before I lose you.” She blinked. “Don’t say things like that.” “Why? Because you believe me?” “No,” she whispered. “Because I do.”

She's gonna kill the instructor, Alpha," Talon had said. "Or herself. Or both. There's no telling with that one. The sex ed teacher made her do diagrams today." Apparently, the instructor was relentless. No subtlety. No metaphors. No poetic euphemisms. Nope. Just hard, anatomical facts and brutally graphic expectations. And Luna? Poor, brave, deeply mortified Luna? She was dying. Every. Single. Day. Kyllian smirked as he stepped into his quarters. Her scent hit him instantly. He heard a thud upstairs. He climbed the stairs quietly, not wanting to startle her mid-breakdown. At the top, he paused, listening. "…and then she said, if you do not properly stimulate the upper hood of the clitoris—WHAT EVEN IS A CLITORIS HOOD?! Is it a hat? Why does it need a hat?!" Kyllian barely contained his laughter, biting his knuckles as Talon's voice drifted back. "Technically, it's a fold of skin. Like a protective flap." "Oh my GODS, Talon, get out before I break something over your head." There was a loud thwap. Possibly a throw pillow. Kyllian finally entered the room, casual as ever. "Sounds like your education is going well." Luna turned, her eyes wide with righteous fury and embarrassment. "I'm scarred, Kyllian," she hissed. "Mentally. Emotionally. Spiritually." He raised a brow. "That bad, huh?" "She made me draw a penis yesterday." Talon snorted behind her. "It was terrible. Looked like a deformed eggplant." Luna hurled a throw pillow at him. "GET OUT!" Talon darted from the room with a cackle. "So," Kyllian said, lounging back in one of the plush velvet armchairs in the sitting room "What did you learn today that has your knickers in a twist?" Luna, standing in the middle of the room with her arms crossed and a deeply offended look on her face, sighed dramatically. "I learned how to perform oral sex." Kyllian blinked. "I… I beg your pardon?" She tilted her head, sarcasm oozing from every word. "Oral sex, Kyllian. With detail. And a diagram. And a banana." "A banana?" "A banana!" she repeated, throwing her hands in the air. "Like, is that standard procedure?" Kyllian grinned, his amusement growing. "Come on, tell me how she explained it." His tone had shifted less teasing now and more intrigued, though he still wore that maddening smirk. He shifted forward in his seat, elbows resting on his knees. Luna narrowed her eyes at him suspiciously. "Why? So you can laugh at me?" "Absolutely," he said with zero shame. "But mostly because I want to see this banana demonstration for myself." With a dramatic groan, she snatched the nearest banana from the fruit bowl on the coffee table. The irony that it had been sitting right there, mocking her with its yellow smugness, was not lost on her. She held it up with two fingers. "Okay, so first, she said this is the penis…" Kyllian held up a finger. "Wait. Did she call it that?" ***** What happens when a werewolf princess is created for one sole purpose? For revenge against the vampire prince. Princess Luna is artificially mated to Prince Damien. She fights the bond with everything and even agrees to an arranged marriage with Alpha Kyllian. but when her survival depends on a hard choice, the prince chooses to mark her even when it meant it would take him down. Dying and still refused by the werewolf princess, he has to find a way to provide an heir for his people or his uncle Gabriel will turn the entire Blood City upside down if he takes the throne. His people look to him for their own survival but then his only chance of living might be to find his true mate. Will his bond with Luna be able to withstand what fate and politics throw their way?

There is no breath where Nirvana ends. Only the self folded inward. Let not the mirror hold you. Let not the name be spoken. (Begin in silence. End unseen.) "This is a work of fiction. All characters, events, and rituals are purely imaginary. Any resemblance to real people, places, or practices is purely coincidental. Please do not attempt to replicate anything mentioned in this story. Reader discretion is advised."

His lips hovered near her ear, his voice a dark whisper against her skin. "You may fear me, little bride, but I will teach your body to crave me… to need me, until I am all you ever want." --- Belle was never meant to be the bride. But when her parents cried to her about how her beautiful sister could not be married to such a man, she was forced to take her sister’s place. To prevent war between the two worlds of humans and vampires, the kings decided to sign a peace treaty with a marriage, but the only man they could offer for this marriage was a vampire said to be mad and completely heartless. When they said heartless, they meant really heartless, but Belle, being a naive girl her whole life, had no idea what she was stepping into by agreeing to this marriage. At first, he appeared innocent, a man completely opposite to all the rumors around him, until she slowly began to realize every single thing said about the mad vampire was true, or perhaps even worse! He was a man who walked in the path of darkness. He knew no light and showed no mercy, even to those who were not his enemies. He had no heart to love, no emotions but dark ones to feel for anything or anyone. But all of a sudden, when he set his eyes on her, he decided he wanted to keep her, and Belle's naive world began to take a different turn because the mad vampire was hellbent on tainting her innocent soul. Expect "Now, can we forget this happened and enjoy the night?" He arched an amused brow at her, making Belle's heart drop to her stomach as she recalled the so-called wedding night. She hurriedly pulled away from him, her face flaming with embarrassment. From everything she had heard about this night, she was not ready to experience it with this man. The women whispering about it in Mr. Marchant's shop had said one would hate their husband's presence after it and be disgusted by the act. It was not an act meant for pleasure for any woman but torture. Now that she realized her husband would do the same with her, she swallowed hard and nervously clutched her dress. "I...I am not feeling well, My Lord, I—" "Rohan," he cut her off with a tone of amusement. "Use my name when you address me, sweetheart. You looked quite energetic when you tried to go after the ring for someone who isn't feeling well, but," he sighed softly, "I've always been a generous man. I won't let you stress yourself tonight." Belle began to sigh in relief and smile in her mind that he wouldn't push her for the wedding night ceremony. She was even about to part her lips and agree that he was indeed generous and even offer him a thank you when he continued to speak, causing the momentary relief to be replaced by dread. "I will pamper you tonight, and you won’t have to lift a hand. I will give you all the pleasure since you are feeling unwell. Take it as the first lesson in my plan to make you forget love and welcome lust." "...!" "Lie on the bed for me, Isa." Belle felt her throat go dry at that strict command. "I...I..." She began but could not find any words to say to make him spare her tonight. What had she got herself into? Belle thought as a pit seemed to form in her stomach, a deep, gnawing dread. "Do you need me to carry you to the bed, or would you rather walk there yourself?" Rohan questioned with dark mirth in his voice and eyes as he watched her like a hawk. He could tell she was nervous, but what to do? She had brought herself into his world. Belle began to walk slowly to the bed at a snail’s pace, as if delaying it would help prevent the dreadful act from happening tonight. She could feel him following closely behind her. When she reached the bed, she used her shaky hands to move the drapes aside and carefully sat at the edge of it, her hands folded nervously on her lap. She felt his piercing gaze on her, but she dared not look up at him. "Lie down," he ordered softly. MATURE CONTENT, NO RAPE!!

In a universe forged by Time and Shape, only one bloodline was meant to reign eternal. Ten thousand years ago, the Eternal Monarch Clan held dominion over reality itself—guardians of the Aunnex, a mythical weapon capable of bending both form and fate. But betrayal shattered the throne and splintered the clan across space and time. Now, as the fragile fabric of existence begins to unravel, the last scion of the throne—Kael Veyrn, the reluctant Prime Eternal—awakens from stasis, drawn by a prophecy written in the echoes of forgotten timelines. Haunted by visions and pursued by cosmic warlords, Kael must reunite the fractured heirs of the Void Clans. Together, they must reclaim their weapons of legend, battle the cursed godling Vellux, and face foes older than time. But in a world where time folds, reality shifts, and memory lies... Will they save the multiverse—or become the last monarchs to ever rise?

Jules thought she was invisible. A nobody. Folding boxes and smoking joints behind the counter of a failing falafel shop. But when the wrong people come knocking, she's yanked into a world of velvet corridors, blood-soaked threats, and a syndicate that doesn't tolerate dead weight. Now she has one chance to prove she's worth more alive than missing. Smart mouth. Shaky hands. Absolutely no idea what she's doing.

RE-EDITING IN PROGRESS (Kindly bear with this little author) : Mature content R-18+ ★★★★★ "Then why is Miss Feng here?" "Since you refused my first offer, I have a new proposition for you?" Holding his gaze, Feng Tian stood, taking each step slowly towards him before proceeding to lean on the table in front of him. "I. Want. You. To. Be. My. Man." He was her redemption and she was his vixen, they couldn't be more perfect for each other. Five years ago, Chun Huan watched powerlessly as her whole life was being torn apart, she then swore before the heavens to pay back those who took everything from her in two folds. Now, reborn as Feng Tian, a name clouded with mystery and great power, she returns to a world where those who wronged her have long forgotten the depth of their cruelty. she returns to a world where her enemies have forgotten all about their grave and cruel mistake. Fate, however being fate, has a different plan in place. In exchange for her new life, not only must she bring retribution upon the evildoers and set everything back in place, but she is also bound by an unspoken debt to protect the man whose selfless act towards her years ago came at a devastating cost. Determined to shield him from the dangers lurking in her shadow, Feng Tian devises an unconventional plan: to make him her man. What begins as a calculated strategy to keep him close quickly spirals into something far more intense. As their fates intertwine, their complex web which had already being intertwined began to grow stronger. But the path to redemption is never easy and as Feng Tian edges closer to reclaiming what was stolen from her and navigates her new life, she faces one question that could change everything: Can she truly have it all—revenge, power, and love—or will her pursuit of justice destroy everything she’s fought to reclaim? ★★★★ Follow me on social media. Instagram: @zzetania P.S ( The picture used for the cover does not belong to me.)

He narrows his green eyes at me as he leans back, folding his arms across his chest, "We're really going to do this again, aren't we?" "What do you mean?" I ask, annoyed. "This little game where you pretend to hate me, when I really know you're just in love with me," he replies, smirking. I scoff and roll my eyes, "In love?" I laugh loudly, "With you? No. I loathe you." Hating Jordan Gallagher was just so easy... "It's not that I don't believe in love. I just don't think it's meant for people like me."- Jordan Gallagher “Sometimes the people who hurt us the worst are the ones we need the most.”- Elyse Gates

“What are you saying? You will take whatever punishment it is I would give you?” Lucien looked at her, he smiled when he saw that she was standing up to him. Lily’s body was shaking, she was not sure if she was going to be able to handle the torment going to come from the man in front of her but she knew that it was going to be either that or her family would be killed. Lily folded her hands, took one deep breath she locked eyes with the man standing before her. “I will take your punishment and I will be fine.” Lucien walks up to her with a smile on his face, he takes her hands and leads her to the bed. Pinning her down he looks her in the eye. “Such big mouth for a little flower, but since you want to show you have grit. You should know that you are my property now, you can’t go anywhere without telling me, you can’t make friends, and you can’t die without letting me know. Do I make myself clear wildflower?” Lily swallowed softly, she knew that she was in his territory and the wrong words might be the end of her. “Yes sir,” Lily took it upon herself to make sure that nothing would happen to her family, but it was not just to make sure that they were safe. She also did it to make sure that she would get closer to Lucien Rosario to take his life, making sure that she would avenge her father.-even if it meant falling into the devil's dark world.

In a seemingly normal world, 17-year-old Riven Aster lives a quiet life — until time stops and a chilling voice echoes from the sky: "Simulation corrupted. Resetting World #2403. Initiating new cycle. Players will retain memories. Let the game begin." Reality crumbles. Cities fold like paper. Time rewinds. When Riven wakes up, he’s back 5 years in the past — a middle schooler again. But this time, he remembers everything — his friends dying, the world falling apart, and the hidden “players” behind the curtain.

When Karael dies, he wakes in a world built from forgotten things. Marked by an ancient force known as Echocraft, he gains the power to steal from memory itself—but every Echo he takes brings him closer to something monstrous. Joined by a handful of others bearing the same curse, Karael must survive the collapsing layers of reality known as the Folds, where gods are buried, names are lost, and the past hungers. To steal power from the forgotten is to lose yourself.

He destroyed her kingdom. Now he wants her heart. Taken as a concubine by the ruthless King Malek—known for razing realms with his god-like powers—Seraya swore she’d never bow. But the more she resists, the more obsessed he becomes. In a palace of jealous rivals and deadly secrets, Seraya must survive his obsession, outwit his enemies… and guard her heart before it’s claimed completely. Because soon, she’ll discover exactly why they call him the Conqueror— and what becomes of those who dare to defy him. -Enemies to Lovers -Tyrant King x Captive Princess -Palace Intrigue -Soul-bonded Fates Teaser Preview: Seraya didn’t look back. King Malek watched her disappear beyond the hedges, striding away purposefully, not allowing her pride on full display. Interesting. He stood in the garden’s center, arms loosely folded, pulse annoyingly fast. A part of him—cold and calculating—should’ve left by now. Should’ve called a guard to escort her, reminded himself she was just another unwilling offering from a conquered land. But the rest of him, the darker, quieter part… was intrigued. She was different. Most women fell over themselves trying to please him. Some wept. Some flattered. Others performed needlessly grand gestures to gain his notice. But Seraya? She hid under tables and looked at him like he was something less than impressive. Like he was just another guard with nothing to offer her. It was maddening. And strangely refreshing. Malek sat back down on the same cushion she’d just vacated, still warm from her body, her scent lingering faintly—honeysuckle and sun-warmed linen. This, he thought. This is the scent that has been evading him the past few weeks. He’d gotten lingering traces of it at times when he’d enter a room, but it was always a ghost of a scent. At times it had lingered around that little red headed concubine, Jane or something. She was decent in bed, eager for sure. But not what he wanted. Lying in bed afterwards, her true scent came out—apples and ivy, and left him feeling empty. What had first intrigued him had been an illusion. But he knew it existed somewhere in the palace. He’d felt like a bloodhound the past few weeks searching for its true owner. Of course it belonged to the little vixen who has been avoiding the king like the plague. He took another deep inhale. His hand drifted to the spot where her fingers had curled into the edge of the cushion. He let out a breath and chuckled softly to himself. “You really don’t know, do you?” he murmured to the empty garden. She hadn’t recognized him. Not without the crown, the robes, the ring of soldiers and desperate concubines. And gods, that made it even better. It had been a long time since anyone had spoken to him without fear or flattery. She hadn’t lied to protect herself. She didn’t pander. She just was. Honest. Guarded, yes, but there had been a spark behind her eyes. A fire buried beneath the survival instincts. He’d seen it. Felt it. She hated him. And it thrilled him. He leaned his head back against the stone wall and closed his eyes, letting the filtered sunlight wash over his face. This garden had always been a quiet place, but now it felt… alive. Perhaps because for once, he didn’t have to be the king. He could be Lex—just a man in training clothes. Just a shadow on the edge of her world. And she had let him in, just a little. “She thinks I’m charming,” he mused aloud, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Poor girl.” He wouldn’t reveal himself yet. No, not until she was well and truly tangled. Until she wanted him—and hated herself for it. Until she looked at Lex the way all the others looked at Malek… and realized too late that they were the same man. But it wouldn’t be easy. She was flame wrapped in thorns. And if he reached too fast, too hard, she’d cut him before she burned him. He liked that. He hadn't meant to linger. A quiet moment int he library-that's all he wanted. But instead he found something better than peace. A challenge.

Arven Veil lives in a city that rewards silence, obedience, and the illusion of normalcy. Magic exists, but it’s been reduced to party tricks and gender-swapping illusions. Sex is taboo. Emotion is weakness. Desire? Dangerous. But beneath the surface of this hyper-structured society lies a secret only whispered in glitches, comas, and collapsing bodies — the Dream Realm. A place where time folds, power awakens, and pleasure is no longer sin... it's survival. When Arven meets Vela, a rogue technologist with proof of the realm’s existence, they begin a descent into a reality where one hour of indulgence can become a century of transformation. But the deeper they go, the more they discover: desire isn’t the door — it’s the lock. And they may already have the key. “Pleasure is Power” is a slow-burn, high-stakes fantasy thriller about the cost of repression, the hunger for truth, and the terrifying price of unlocking the self.

“The Gods have abandoned us.” They called it the Cataclysm—Kalyug, Ragnarök, Titanomachy, the Great Flood. Different names. Same meaning: The End. The skies shattered. Oceans boiled. The universe folded in on itself like a dying star. The Age of Gods was snuffed out in divine silence. But not all light died. A single ember survived—fragile, stubborn, burning against the dark. It drifted through the cosmic wreckage, searching for sanctuary. Instead, it was found. From the edge of reality came something older than the gods—the Primordial Darkness. With no divine left, its descent was unchallenged. The Gods of Neverending Darkness swept across the last fragment of creation, enslaving all that survived. In humanity’s final hour, the shattered races united in desperation. They managed to drive back the invaders, for now. Here began the story of Rudra. Just a crippled boy gifted with the weakest ‘White Talent’ in a world where birth decides worth. But fate made one mistake— It let him live. Now, in a world where every survivor is born with a Talent—from the common White to the legendary Gold—Rudra’s journey begins at the very bottom. Mocked, overlooked, and broken, he began his journey for the Ascension to the Divine. Because in this world, or any other, one law holds true: "Only a God can kill a God." #MythicDarkFantasy #CrippledMC #GodkillerRising #OverpoweredMC

[Warning :- Mature Content: 18+, HAREM, No NTR on MC, SEX scene but not too much SMUT.] [Reincarnation, Cultivation, Dragon, Bloodlines, System, Evolution, Bloodline abilities, Isekai.] [Many chapters among first 100 chapters might be boring but is essential for the growth of the characters.] Gin finally transformed his soul to Complete Dragon soul, but price he has payed as his Physical Body's Complete Destruction. He Reincarnated to completely different universe with different rules from past life. Society, custom, tradition everything is different and new to him. Despite being a 100 years old soul with a teenage body, will it be little hard for him to adapt? Welcome to world of Genesis, the home star of Primal Race. To know more about other races Start Reading The Story. [Caution :This story some times may be too much emotional, Keep a Cloth/many tissues with you. You will need them at some point to wipe your white... tears.] Wild people come enjoy the adventure of A Big dragon and a little dragon who most of the time hides from people. [Warning:Story may contain incest, yuri. Readers read with caution] [Also incest in story is depending on each reader's perspective. Don't get disappointed if it is much different from your anticipation. After all, world of Gin has different kind of relationship bonds] Little insight from far beyond time during his awakening and very first step of his life's determination point. Host : Gin Long Lifespan : 12/100 Level : Null [(0/1) Basic Evolution energy to Basic Tier 0 First Stage] Evolution energy : 0 Strength : 2 Agility : 2 Physique : 2 Intelligence : 2 Body Constitution : Unawakened (0/100) Basic Physique : (i) At start of every 5 level your maximum stat limit will increase by 10 for all basic attributes. You can increase these stats by training in various different ways. (Level limit Basic Tier. Till basic Tier your stat limit will increase) (ii) Meditate and absorb world energy to create 1 point of Basic Evolution energy every hour. In meantime old woman arrived with Lucy on her shoulder and Xingning tagging along. He only heard "Gin!" and next moment someone was hugging him from behind. Raising his left hand, folded it toward his back, placed it on her head and rubbed "There there." He didn't know what to say now, so he only kept caressing her head. But when he turned back to look at her expression, he was taken aback. "Hm? xxxxxx" "Ho ho, still remember me." "Of course. We xxxxxxxxx...... xxxx..." At last word he paused for a moment.

In 1898, at the height of the Philippine revolution, Patrocinio Gamboa is a fearless woman on a secret mission—to smuggle a forbidden flag past enemy lines and into the hands of revolutionaries. But her journey takes an unexpected turn when she meets Lt. Andres Reyes, a mysterious soldier who agrees to pose as her husband for the mission. What Patrocinio doesn’t know is that Andres is not from her world—he’s from the year 2025, a military medic accidentally transported back in time during a failed experiment. Stranded in the past with only fragments of future knowledge, Andres must navigate a world of colonizers, spies, and revolutionaries, while guarding the one truth that could change history. As they travel through enemy checkpoints, pretending to be a bickering couple, a real connection grows between them. Patrocinio is drawn to Andres' strange ways and quiet strength, while Andres finds himself torn between returning home and staying in a past where love—and purpose—await him. But time is running out, and every decision could ripple through history. Can love survive the bounds of time and war? Or is fate already written in the folds of a hidden flag? ---- Inspired by a true event

When she woke up in the Cultivation World of Azar after dying on modern Earth, she found herself transmigrated on a body killed by Demonic Cultivators. In this new world where everything is unfamiliar and strange, she unexpectedly got herself a system, the standard cheat of transmigrators like her. The Thousand Fold Back System. [Ding! Trigger a 100X Fold-Back and be rewarded with a [Purple Heaven Butterfly Sword] [Ding! Trigger 100000X Fold Back and be rewarded with a [Yin-Yang Star Bracelet] Many years later, people praised her for being generous. While she smiled and agreed. "Of course, I'm generous. Who made me have a system that wants me to be." Her friends got heavenly treasures from her, and her disciples' artifacts are all unique celestial weapons. |Hermosa France| |Original Story| |English Language| |Book Cover Picture from Pinterest, Edited in Canva, CTTRO|

Season 1: Long ago, there were 12 Alphas and each led the world prosperous. However, a tragedy happened. The Lady of The Moon, who was also known as The Queen of Olympus killed the remaining Alphas and as a curse, lived her life eternally being imprisoned by the memories and the past she had. As years, decades, and centuries went by, a new world was created, now led by The Four Leaders of The Empire. Behind those glorious praises for the Four leaders, lived a mysterious woman behind the curtains maintaining almost all the Kingdoms. The "Master" of all. Yet one night, she mysteriously disappeared. In the countryside of the enormous and lively Empire lived Elyse's family. One night, her family was mysteriously killed by a group of bandits. The death of Elyse's parents makes her life twist unexpectedly as she is saved by the 4th Leader of the Empire, Maria. Elyse then, was given a mission to attend The Academy where it is believed that their Master has hidden for the condition to save her family. Along the way, connections and bonds will be shared, and memories will again be remembered. However, the past lies that once folded with each fate being shackled one by one, only to be discovered and unchained by a descendant that everyone hated. The question arises: is she ready to know the erased truth of a centuries-old history? ------------------------------------- Season 2: They are not best friends, but they treat each other like sisters. Elyse has finally turned the clock back to the past. She now finally meets everyone again from her past, facing all the fear she had back in the day and the freedom she has never tasted as "Aniya". As she helps to amend her mistakes from Tina, will those "turning back time to the past" really amend her mistakes as Aniya? Finally, meeting Tina as Chrystiana — will she finally be able to convince her to come back?

Nyx – Emissary of Chaos Night is not the absence of light. It is a reign. And she is its sovereign. Emissary of the Absolute Chaos, yet Lady of the Night by her own name, Nyx watches over the limbo woven from conscious darkness. She does not destroy the rules: she bends them. She does not erase order: she dreams it differently. But an ancient echo disturbs her starry veils. A name, forgotten within the folds of reality. Kael. And with him, the memory of a gift she should never have granted: An eye. A breach. A fascination she believed was long past.

Have you ever wondered what would happen if the pinnacle of a Xianxia Cultivation Story appears in the middle of a post-apocalyptic system and tower climbing setting, without having lost her powers, unrestrained, and invincible? Bing Xue spent eleven thousand years in the world of Murim, ascending to become the pinnacle after countless hardships, blood, and tears, and sacrificing her own humanity in the process. However, she was incapable of ascending into the Immemorial Primordial Void Realm; incapable of escaping the Heavenly Will's influence, she gambled it all on a single decision, escaping into the Outer Cosmos with her last remaining energies. Despite thinking her long journey was coming to an end, a black hole teleports her back to Earth out of nowhere! However, things on her home planet are much different than before. The Tower now exists, connecting Earth with countless other worlds. Monsters come out of Dimensional Gates, threatening humanity, and awakened people named Players climb the Tower in hopes of saving humanity from destruction. After learning that her mother and her sister are still alive, Bing Xue will use the overwhelming and supreme might she has cultivated for eleven thousand years to destroy the tower, slay the gods that govern it, and save Earth from its untimely demise. The System? She will fold it and make a fashionable scarf with it! The Administrators? They might become her new pets. The Monsters? Nothing but ants that die immediately by merely touching her Immortal Aura. The Hunters? If they behave, she might make them her disciples and teach them to cultivate the Heavenly Dao, so they don’t rely too much on the System. The Hostile Players? Just flies she’ll slap to death with a gentle wave of her hands. And the Gods? Merely aperitives for her ever-growing Divinity! During its serialization, this novel will be available for free forever, no premium. However, you can read advanced chapters here: https://www.patreon.com/pancakeswitch Copyright 2023 PancakesWitch. All rights reserved. No part of this work may be reproduced or used in any manner without the prior written permission of the copyright owner, except for the use of brief quotations in a review. This novel is also being posted on Scribblehub and Royal Road. If you see it anywhere else, please let me know. Thank you.

He felt his whole being swept away by the melody and gentleness of her soft voice. He can't help but crave to hear her every single, second, hour, minute, and hour all the days of his life. The more he listened the more he found himself getting drunk and attached to her. Slowly, his longings and cravings grew into an addiction to an obsession that he couldn't sleep or think straight without hearing her. As he tries to deny his growing feelings the possessive beast in him yearns to capture her soul, attention, and everything within she owned to himself. Unknown to him his addiction has slowly started to turn from obsession to possessiveness growing into love. __  A chance encounter that brings two souls together and develops a very twisted and beautiful story between them. Sour to bitter moreover love. Malone was born a jade beauty and jewel of her parents. She ventures into the crude world to survive by all means after losing her father in a homicide accident. She and her mother were left to battle the bills and disgrace from the loan shark, money used to settle the damages after the accident. Her life changed the day she unknowingly caught the interest of a well-known billionaire mafia Alexon while working as a singer in a combo club.  — It was a lovely scene to behold. Her soft and mellow voice which can be referred to as a golden one rings and captures the hearts of every man present in the club putting them in a trance, while their hungry eyes lock on her slender body swinging from side to side as she hypnotizes them with her angelic voice. Her smiles melted their hearts. The sharp contrast of her purple hair radiates with her creamy skin. It was unknown to her the cold gaze locked on her from the first floor of the club through the closed VIP doors. How will she be able to escape from the clutches of the well-known billionaire mafia? Will Alexon realize his deep feelings before it's too late? What will Malonei do when she realizes behind her father's death lies untold stories and secrets related to Alexon? — "I think you are mistaken, I…. Don't know. You?" She explains with her shuddering eyes filled with fear. He smirks lightly looking down at her slender features. "Please don't…" her unfinished words were cut short as he placed his smooth fingers on her plump lips. "Ssh…. Don't say a word." He commanded with his deep and sexy voice. His words alone were filled with a heavyweight She stared wide-eyed, with her heart pounding hard in her chest. He stands tall towering above her while sizing her up. The light in his eyes changed to the one that craves desires and lust. The weird feeling kept growing in her, making her fold her palms tightly on her knees while sitting on the cold floor, her eyes staring at him full of panic.  "Moan for me…" he suddenly said, breaking the cold silence. She looks confused opening and closing her mouth. "You heard me, MOAN!" He declared. Join The Mafia Dangerous Love –Maloney to find out the twists and crannies behind their untold love story. Warning, The content is rated matured, it's cordially advised to read at your own risk.

Synopsis: Amidst the chaotic sea of worlds, a young boy beaten down by fate was calling upon the name of an ancient deity long lost in history—whose name and existence were nothing more than a meaningless flicker. His prayers went unanswered for the God who responded to that name had died, but he had attracted the attention of another hidden existence. That being offered a transaction—the boy would receive knowledge, of the future, of the beyond and—the being would receive his loyalty, his soul and his existence. “Do you accept?” It spoke, its formless face revealed a white crescent-shaped mouth as if mimicking a smile. “I accept.” ———————— Nathaniel Lee, a man in his mid-twenties who died from poor construction after being diagnosed with cancer. But he soon found himself in a strange place alongside a disembodied voice that called itself—The Will of the World. From human to a being of pure soul. After he had just awakened, he heard a faint voice that echoed prayers for a name that caused a strong stir inside his mind as he approached the voice, he ended up being summoned. He found himself descended into a form of pure energy, a boy was seen kneeling before him and stared at him with eyes filled with awe and fear—soon he found himself not in that strange realm but a world he was familiar with—it was a world of a webnovel that he once read. A smile formed on his face. “This is getting interesting.” He muttered.

In the quiet corners of Harushiro High, sometimes silence speaks the loudest. Seventeen-year-old Haruki Minase never planned to stand out. After transferring schools at the start of the spring term, he prefers to keep his head down, his words few, and his thoughts tucked safely in a leather-bound notebook he never lets anyone read. A past he won’t talk about lingers like a shadow—but at least in silence, there’s control. Then he meets Sora Fujimoto, the girl who always eats lunch alone behind the gym, who sends unsent postcards to no one, and who speaks like she’s remembering things rather than saying them. She doesn’t ask questions. She doesn’t try to fix him. But slowly, in shared spaces and unspoken moments, she begins to matter. As spring deepens into summer, Haruki and Sora begin to find comfort in each other’s quiet—folding paper stars, writing messages in library books, walking home under drifting cherry blossoms. But the closer they get, the more they must face the parts of themselves they’ve kept hidden. Before the final bell rings for summer break, a single choice will ask them both: Is it enough to be seen, or do you dare to be known?