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"Alex it hurts, stop!" "you can't run away from me Amy,no matter how hard you try.....I have restrained my self from filling my body with your blood but yet you're fu*king running away from me...tell me Amy" he yanked her hand closer to him inhaling her scent which puts him at ease.... "I can't Alex..."her voice trailed as she tries to gather what to say to him "The book" she says muttering to her self like she was chanting or trying to remember something important.....

[TRIGGER WARNING: Mature Content + Dark Themes] Having spent her life avoiding the spotlight, María Jośe never imagined she’d be the one to bring shame to her esteemed De la Vega family. With beauty as captivating as a field of lilies, she is the prized daughter of an ambitious father who cares more for his reputation than his children’s happiness. When Álvaro Montenegro, the arrogant heir to the Alpha title, sets his sights on her as his chosen Luna, María Jośe is desperate for a way out. But everything changes when the Moon Goddess answers her prayer in the most unexpected way: María Jośe discovers she is an Omega—wolfless and the lowest rank in the pack. Once held in awe, she is now shunned; a source of shame to her father and a target for ridicule in the pack. As her life turns upside down , María Jośe's hatred for the pack grows. The only solace she finds is in her growing, forbidden bond with Axel Montenegro—Álvaro’s older brother, who has long turned his back on the pack. These two developed a love-hate friendship born from their shared disdain for the pack’s cruelty, which slowly evolves into a passionate and secret romance. But when Álvaro discovers Axel’s interest in María Jośe, jealousy ignites within him and he suddenly wants María Jośe as his own. Love, vengeance, and betrayal all brewed into a whirlwind of drama, desires, and deadly comebacks. Will María Jośe rise from the ashes of her former life, or will she be consumed by the power struggles of the pack she despises? Will she give in to the oldest brother who is scared of commitment or the younger one who fiercely seeks redemption? ______ EXCERPT: “Axel, no. We… can’t do this!” I jolted back when he pulled up my skirt. As if to retaliate, Axel grabbed my wrist and yanked my body to his. “We can do whatever I say we can do, María José.” “I’m your brother’s reject. Do you even hear yourself right now? He didn’t want me, Axel. What does that make me to you?” “I don’t care about Álvaro’s foolishness. It's his loss for losing a woman like you.” “Okay, I must confess. I'm not worried about him either. It's Rosa… you're getting engaged to my sister in a month!” “Let me remind you, María José—I don’t give a fuck about that either.” No matter how hard I jerked, Axel wasn’t letting me go. And part of me so, so foolishly didn’t want him to.

Scarface grabs a fistful of my hair, yanking my head back. My neck strains, tears spilling down my cheeks. "Let’s see how long that lasts." I shake my head, sobbing, trying to beg through the tape. But they don’t care. A knife appears. Cold steel presses against my thigh, dragging slow, deliberate. My skin shudders. My breath is ragged, pure terror flooding every inch of me. "Relax, sweetheart," Scarface murmurs, pressing harder until I whimper. "It’ll only hurt the first few times." The others laugh. I know what’s coming. And I know there’s no one coming to save me. Not from them.

Benua Xuanqian, di mana sekte berdiri dalam jumlah besar dan ahli tersebar di mana-mana. Pemuda, Zhou Heng, dengan Pedang Hitam yang Misterius yang Patah di Dantian-nya, muncul dari Kota Batu Asal dan berjuang untuk mengklaim sepotong dunia di era yang megah ini. Terhadap yang sangat jahat, bunuh! Terhadap mereka yang menindas teman dan keluarga saya, bunuh! Terhadap mereka yang menghalangi jalan saya menuju pencerahan, bunuh! Di jalan ke surga, saya melangkah dengan lagu, dengan pedang di tangan, saya sendiri yang terhormat di bawah langit!

Ellie is your stereotypical suburban college gead, all American, former cheerleader, former sorority girl, marketing director, and she isn’t ready to play games for love. Being yanked into the world of the unnatural, where werewolves and more are seeking her attention she isn’t prepared to for the unwanted attention and her unwavering tether to her life is just one of many issues she has to face.

Ryo Kisaragi just wanted to buy a new model kit on his 18th birthday. Instead, he found himself yanked into a brutal dieselpunk world where steel behemoths roam, empires clash, and war never sleeps. Equipped with the Ironclad System, a sarcastic, AI-driven guide that grants quests and rewards, Ryo must carve his path through a world of blood, oil, and revolution. Thrown into a battlefield with nothing but his wits, he soon learns that survival means adapting—and fast. With each victory, he earns blueprints for monstrous war machines, experimental weapons, and even enhancements for his own body. But the more he builds, the deeper he’s dragged into a conspiracy spanning nations, shadowy cabals, and beings beyond human comprehension. Steel, fire, and War, mystery, and a system that won’t stop roasting him—Ryo’s journey is anything but ordinary. Welcome to the Gearbound World.

WARNING: MATURE CONTENT I was eight when my world burned. My family was slaughtered; my home was reduced to ash. And the ones responsible? Gone. All they left behind was a black bandana embroidered with a nightshade thorn—a symbol of death. For ten years, I trained in the shadows. I became a weapon. Now, my hunt leads me to Prestige Supernatural Academy (PSA), the most elite werewolf school in the world—a place ruled by four Alpha heirs with too much power, arrogance, and dark desires. The night I arrive, I cross paths with Dristan, Kai, and Axel—heirs to the East, North, and West Alpha Kings. Arrogant. Vicious. Gods among wolves. They see me as nothing. A weak, powerless stray. They humiliate me, taunt me, overpower me— making me want to rip them apart. So, I make a vow: I’ll destroy them before they ever get the chance to destroy me. Then, on the eve of my 18th birthday, the Blood Moon rises. My wolf awakens. My power surges. And fate? That cruel, twisted bitch shackles me to all three of them. Mates. I want to reject them. I burn for them instead. And when I meet Xade, the wicked, silver-tongued heir to the Middle Belt Alpha King, the final bond snaps into place. Four possessive, dominant, and dangerously irresistible alphas. One vengeful, unbreakable wolf. And a deadly secret tying them to my past. Loving them could destroy me. Hating them could kill me. But in the end… who will ruin whom? And, fuck—why does my traitorous body want all four of them to do it? *************** “Say it.” Dristan’s voice was smooth and controlled in a way that promised devastation underneath. I swallowed hard, my pulse hammering as he cornered me against the desk. Kai was behind me, his warmth pressing into my back, his breath teasing my neck. Axel leaned in, lips curved in a sinful smirk, his hazel green eyes dark with amusement. “Say it, sweetheart. Say you don’t want us and we’ll let you be—maybe.” I clenched my fists. I wanted to tell them to fuck off—but my traitorous body? It was already betraying me.  My skin burned. My heart raced. My thighs clenched against the insufferable ache they caused just by existing. I lifted my chin, ignoring the heat curling low in my stomach. “I don’t—” “Liar.” The single word came from Xade, who had been silent until now. He was sitting in the professor’s chair, his crystal blue eyes burning into mine. He didn’t have to touch me. His voice alone was enough to undo me. He smirked, tilting his head. “You can fight it all you want, little wolf. But we can smell it.” Axel’s fingers traced the pulse at my throat. “Your heart’s pounding.” Kai’s lips brushed my ear. “Your body’s betraying you, love.” Dristan exhaled slowly, his gaze locked onto mine like a predator savouring its prey. “Your scent doesn’t lie, mate.” Fuck. My entire body was on fire. My legs trembled. My wolf purred in my head, eager to submit. I wouldn’t. I couldn’t. So, I did the only thing I could—I shoved Axel back, spun around, and tried to escape. I didn’t make it. Kai grabbed my wrist, yanking me back into his chest. I gasped, my palms slamming against his rock-solid torso. His golden eyes burned into mine. “Where do you think you’re going?” Axel was behind me now, his fingers sliding under my jaw, forcing my head up. “We’re not done with you, sweetheart.” Dristan smirked. “Not even close, mate.” "We're just getting started," Xade drawled. I was trapped. Caged. And the worst part? I didn’t want to run. ***************** Instagram: Baevidaa Join me on Discord: https://discord.gg/68t5Pv3Gmn BaeVida#7176

What happens when reality starts to bug out and your life as you know it is flipped upside down? Anomalies that couldn't possibly exist start to pop out of nowhere. This was the exact situation Magnus found himself in after a bizarre glitch yanked him from his own universe and tossed him into another. In this new, fantastical world brimming with magic and supernatural phenomena, Magnus's unexpected arrival landed him in possession of the Command Console, a tool that seems to be able to edit almost anything. With it, Magnus creates a variety of supernatural abilities that defy all common sense, even in a world of fantasy. Whether it was one that granted him truly endless strength or the ability to create detailed simulations of reality within his own mind, anything was possible. But Magnus isn't the only instance of such logic-defying abilities. All over the world, glitches are starting to manifest in weird ways: a brick that could knock anything unconscious with a single touch, a child whose perception of the world could affect reality, or even a woman who was, inexplicably, everyone's mother—there seemed to be no rhyme or reason behind any of them. When faced with all of these chaotic elements, Magnus comes to a decision. "Alright, if these are all glitches, then I'll simply have to be the one to fix them." Release Schedule: Monday, Wednesday & Friday. (Around 7:11 PM Eastern Standard Time) - This novel is also being posted on Royalroad, and can be read here; https://www.royalroad.com/fiction/84118/when-fantasy-glitches The Royalroad version is 10 Chapters ahead and has the original format.

In The Online Cricketer, Nitish, a 28-year-old unemployed cricket fanatic from the dusty streets of Kurnool, Andhra Pradesh, trades his lethargic days for a shot at rewriting cricket history in the Premier Cricket League (PCL) 2025. Once a small-town dreamer who ditched odd jobs faster than he could count, Nitish now spends his time glued to cricket reruns, crunching stats, and firing off brash takes on Twitter from his family’s cramped, sunbaked home. His life flips upside down in February 2025 when Preeti Zindal, the fierce owner of the Northern Lions—a PCL team stuck in a rut—stumbles across his tweet: “Northern Lions could rule PCL 2025 if they ditch the safe playbook for chaos.” Drawn to his raw, unfiltered brilliance, Preeti yanks him from obscurity, appointing him chief analyst just 30 days before the season begins. When her seasoned analysts, Rohan Sethi and Ananya Vohra, storm off to rival teams—the Mumbai Monarchs and Chennai Champions—Preeti doubles down, naming Nitish team manager. Armed with a laptop, a love for the game, and zero formal experience, Nitish shakes up the Northern Lions with a bold, youth-centric strategy that swaps tradition for unpredictability. The PCL erupts on March 22, 2025, and Nitish’s “chaos theory” delivers a stunning first win against the Gujarat Gladiators, thrusting him into the spotlight. But the path is rocky: a loss to Ananya’s Chennai Champions reveals cracks, while Rohan’s Mumbai Monarchs plot revenge. Facing skeptical players, relentless media, and his own Kurnool-bred insecurities, Nitish leans on Preeti’s faith to refine his game plan. From Kurnool’s offline fringes to the PCL’s electric arenas, Nitish’s journey unfolds across a season of wild highs and brutal lows. His small-town grit and offline instincts—honed far from cricket’s elite circles—fuel the Northern Lions’ transformation into playoff contenders. In a climactic showdown, Nitish pits his unconventional genius against the league’s giants, proving that a slacker from Andhra can turn chaos into triumph. The Online Cricketer is a gritty, heartfelt underdog saga, blending cricket’s pulse with the rise of a man who never played the game Offline but mastered it Online.

My new name is valerian Alaricus Nyxbane. And I found myself waking up in a reality that felt utterly alien. The last thing I remember? A scuffle with some kid—just another typical brawl. But this time, he actually fought back. I can’t recall the moment that sent me spiraling into darkness, only the jarring impact of my head against the pavement… and then, silence. When I finally opened my eyes, everything had transformed. Memories that didn’t belong to me tangled with my own, a life I had never lived crashing into my consciousness like a tidal wave. That’s when the truth hit me like a freight train. First: I had somehow been yanked into a world I recognized all too well. Second: I wasn’t just a minor player in this story. I was one of the two main characters. But to everyone else, I was the villain. Not a clever mastermind, not a tragic figure—no. I was the annoying, inconsequential obstacle. A spoiled, arrogant young master destined for ridicule. The kind of guy people wanted to see fail spectacularly. The one who strutted around like he owned the place, only to be overshadowed by the true hero. And that hero? The one fated to save this world? Yeah. It was the very kid who had knocked me out. The same boy I had bullied for years was now destined to be the champion of this tale. A tale set in a realm on the brink of annihilation—devastating wars, lurking disasters, a future spiraling into chaos. And at the end of it all, looming like a specter, was the Umbral Monarch, the final, unyielding adversary. But that was the conclusion. Right now, I had to navigate the treacherous beginning. Could I defy a fate etched in stone? Could I resist in a game where I was meant to be the punchline? Absolutely not. That’s not happening. I refused to be a passive spectator in my own downfall. If the odds were stacked against me, I’d simply change the game. "If destiny thinks it can dictate my path, then I’ll just turn the tables." …Yet, I quickly learned that destiny doesn’t take kindly to defiance. The price of altering my fate turned out to be far steeper than I could have ever anticipated.

"Anaya ke Sapne aur Mohabbat" ek behtareen kahani hai ek larki ki jo apne sapno ke peeche daurti hai, chahe duniya usse namumkin hi kyun na kahe. Anaya, ek middle-class gharane se taluq rakhti hai, lekin uske sapne hamesha asman ko choone wale hain. South Korea se bepanah mohabbat rakhne wali Anaya ka sabse bara khwab wahan ja kar kamyabi hasil karna hai. Apni mehnat aur Allah par bharose ke saath, woh ek din apne sapne ko haqeeqat bana leti hai. Lekin naya mulk, naye log, aur naye challenges uske raste mein aate hain. Korea ki roshan galiyon se lekar uski tanha raaton tak, Anaya har mod par naye tajurbe hasil karti hai. Mohabbat aur dosti ke behtareen jazbaton se bhari yeh kahani sirf ek safar nahi, balki ek khoobsurat ehsaas hai jo dil ko chu lene wali hai. Kya Anaya ka safar sirf ek khwab tak simat jayega ya phir uski zindagi ek naye mod par chal paregi? Yeh jaanne ke liye parhaaiye "Anaya ke Sapne aur Mohabbat" – ek kahani, jo aapke dil ke qareeb chali jayegi.

Hot. So hot and thirsty. Isabella felt suffocated, like a fish dying of thirst in the desert. She tried to move but found herself pinned down. A rough, heavy hand gripped her waist and tugged at her nightgown. Her heart skipped a beat. Panic surged through her as her eyes flew open. A pair of deep crimson eyes, cold and filled with killing intent, locked onto hers. Ethan. The owner of those terrifying eyes was Ethan. "Ah!" Isabella screamed. In the next moment, she was yanked off the bed and thrown roughly onto the floor. "You bastard!" she spat out, her voice trembling with rage. A cold, cutting voice crashed down on her. "Finally awake?" Isabella Wilson was in a coma for Three months and woke up to find out that she was married to her archenemy. She became a discarded wife of the wealthy family, and everyone was waiting to see her joke. However, they didn't expect her to flourish, her love life to be sweet and cute little bun to be added to the mix. Even her ex-husband who has been cold to her began to pursue her and beat up scumbags for her.

When he failed to find his fated human mate after seven years of searching, alpha Damon decides to abduct seventy-five young women from all over the city who fit within his Luna’s age range and description, to have them trained for his selection. What starts off as a competition for the alpha’s heart quickly turns to a bloody game of survival. *** “What’s your name?” Damon asked, his voice clipped and cold. Though his eyes were narrowed, they were a bit mad around the edges. The blonde woman in front of him traced a red coated fingertip over his tattooed chest, all the way to his slightly exposed pelvis. She smacked her lips at the obvious bulge in his tight pants. “If you wanted a good time, why didn’t you just say so?” She threw a side long glance at the rest of the women cooped up in the cells, their fingers desperately grabbing the bars and yelling obscenities at the man who thought it was a good idea to abduct them for his personal reasons. “Why don’t we go somewhere private?” She added with a seductive wink. The alpha’s patience wore thin but he remained calm. “What.is.your.name?” He repeated with the slightest hint of annoyance. His eyes dipped to the card in her hand and she followed suit, smiling at the words on them; Luna 37. She rolled her eyes and tossed the paper aside. Did he seriously expect them to believe he was some alpha werewolf? Was that his play for getting laid? She scoffed at his silly roleplay antics. Werewolves were fictional but if that was what got him in the mood, she didn't mind playing along. He was definitely her type. “The name is Tyla Woodley…” He moved like a blur, snapping her neck like a twig. The other prisoners screamed at the top of their lungs as Tyla’s body thudded to the floor in a crumpled heap. Damon flexed his neck and arms before starting towards the cells. When he approached, all the women retreated, crying and screaming. He unlocked a cell and raked the women with his eyes. Shuffling forward, he yanked one out by the scruff of her neck. “NO! Cleo! Let her go!” A wide-eyed woman screamed from another cell, banging the bars violently. “Let her go, you monstrous cunt! Fuck you! You hear me? FUCK YOU, DAMON WAYNE!” He froze at the mention of his full name, and let go of the whimpering prisoner who crawled back into the open cell on all fours. Slowly, Damon advanced towards the rude woman’s cell but she didn’t back away like the others. She gripped the bars and spat in his face when he was standing in front of her. “Couldn’t find yourself a Luna, tough guy? No surprise there. The moon goddess must not have been able to bring herself to torture an innocent woman with the tragic fate of being your Luna.” Damon reined in the rage bubbling within him by gritting his teeth. This one wasn't as clueless as the dead one. “What is your name?” She knew he wanted her to mention the name on her card; Luna 91. He had just killed a prisoner who gave her actual name. However, he didn't hint at her card by looking at it. His eyes never left hers. She inhaled sharply. To hell with him. As long as her sister, Cleopatra, could remain safe long enough for them to figure out a way to escape from here, she didn't mind distracting the monster as long as she could. “Luna 91, Asshole!” He shot her a roguish grin. "Welcome to hell, Luna 91." He said before reaching beyond the bars and grabbing her neck amidst deafening screams.

Hutan Sancang, tempat yang dikenal sebagai tanah sakral bagi para pendekar, diselimuti kabut tipis saat fajar menyingsing. Di antara pepohonan raksasa dan akar-akar yang menjalar, seorang bocah lelaki berdiri tegap, tubuhnya kecil namun penuh tenaga, matanya tajam menatap seekor kijang yang tengah minum di tepi sungai. (Cicit burung terdengar bersahutan, air sungai mengalir dengan gemericik lembut…) Namanya Wira, seorang anak yatim piatu yang sejak kecil hidup di alam liar. Tubuhnya berbalut kain sederhana yang sudah usang, tetapi matanya penuh dengan semangat tak terkalahkan. Hari ini, ia harus berburu untuk bertahan hidup. Dengan nafas teratur, ia melangkah perlahan mendekati kijang itu. Namun tiba-tiba… (Dentuman keras! Seperti petir yang menyambar…) Dari dalam semak-semak, seekor harimau kumbang meloncat menerjang kijang itu dengan cakarnya yang tajam. Wira terperanjat, tapi bukan karena takut—melainkan karena kagum. Harimau itu melirik sekilas ke arahnya, seolah memberi peringatan untuk tidak mendekat. Namun, Wira tidak mundur. “Kau hebat,” gumamnya pelan. (Hening. Angin berbisik lembut di antara dedaunan…) Tanpa diduga, langkah kakinya justru membawanya lebih dekat. Harimau itu menatapnya tajam, tetapi bukan dengan amarah—melainkan dengan ketenangan yang menggetarkan jiwa. Saat itu, terdengar suara langkah kaki berat mendekat dari balik pepohonan. (Suara ranting patah, gemuruh langkah mendekat…) Sosok berjubah hitam dengan sorot mata tajam muncul dari balik rimbunan hutan. Wira menatapnya tanpa gentar. Ia tahu siapa pria itu—Prabu Siliwangi, penguasa Pajajaran, seorang raja sakti mandraguna yang konon memiliki ikatan batin dengan harimau putih. “Anak kecil, mengapa kau tidak lari?” suara Prabu Siliwangi bergema seperti petir di langit yang tenang. Wira menatapnya langsung. “Aku tidak takut.” (Guruh menggelegar di kejauhan…) Sang Prabu tersenyum tipis. Ia melihat ke dalam diri bocah itu—bukan sekadar keberanian, melainkan juga ketulusan yang langka. “Kau tidak takut mati?” “Aku hanya takut jika hidupku tidak berarti,” jawab Wira mantap. (Desir angin berhembus lebih kencang, dedaunan berjatuhan…) Mata Prabu Siliwangi berbinar. Di usianya yang telah matang, ia jarang menemukan seseorang seperti Wira—seorang anak yang tidak hanya kuat, tetapi juga memiliki jiwa yang bersih. “Aku akan mengajarimu ilmu sejati,” ujar sang Prabu. Wira mengernyit, tidak percaya dengan apa yang baru saja didengarnya. “Mengajarku?” Prabu Siliwangi mengangguk. “Kejujuran dan keberanianmu lebih kuat daripada pedang mana pun. Kau layak menjadi muridku.”

"Jian Xiaoqiao adalah seorang gadis berumur 17 tahun yang masih duduk di bangku kelas 3 SMA. Tanpa sepengetahuannya, dia telah dijodohkan dengan pria yang berusia sepuluh tahun lebih tua darinya. Pria itu adalah wali kelasnya yang baru, Gu Yishen. Pria yang paling dia benci. Gu Yishen adalah pria tampan, kaya dan primadona kalangan wanita. Selain sebagai wali kelas, dia juga salah satu direktur dan pemegang saham terbesar di sekolah itu. Setelah melakukan pertemuan keluarga, orang tua mereka memaksa mereka untuk tinggal serumah. Apa yang akan terjadi selanjutnya? Apakah Jian Xiaoqiao akan tetap membenci Gu Yishen? Ataukah Gu Yishen berhasil membuat Jian Xiaoqiao jatuh hati?"

Malam itu Bahar sang CEO Yaman gelisah sange karena sudah seminggu Istri nya Sarifah Umroh ke tarim dengan hasil usaha kuburan palsu Wali Habib yang menghasilkan pundi-pundi rupiah lewat atm kotak amal. Bahar pun tak kuat menahan sange yang membuat kanjut nya cilegeng akibat meminum ramuan ngaceng habib taufik al yamani. Diam-diam dalam keheningan malam bahar mengocok kanjut nya dengan tangannya sendiri,"seresek-seresek" terdengar suara kocokan kanjut yang di olesi minyak hand body lotion. Semakin lama mengocok,bahar malah merasakan panas dibagian kanjut alias K0nt#l nya dan tangannya mun malah terasa pegal. "Bukannya buceng alias buc4t tapi malah menderita" gerutu bahar dalam hati. "Haduh ana mesti gimana nih ? " pikir bahar. "Oh iya di kamar bawah kan ada si Inem pembantu ana nih" pikir omes bahar. Akhirnya Bahar pun mengendap-endap ke kamar pembantu nya yaitu Inem, dengan perlahan namun tidak pasti karena bisa saja Inem tidak membukakan pintu kamar nya. Tibaa-tibaaaaa terdengar suara.....DUUUUUUT PELEPES SIIIIIIIIT. Bahar pun terkaget setengah hidup, karena dibalik kamar Inem terdengar sesuatu yang mengentutkan..."Waduh suara apa tuh ya di kamar si Inem" pikir bahar. Hemmmm apa mungkin kah suara gas yang keluar dari lubang silit Inem? "Walahualam bishawab dah". kata si Bahar. Bahar pun mulai membuka pintu kamar Inem,"Pintu kamar dulu yee, bukan cangcut loooh". Kata Bahar dalam hati sambil menahan tawa. Oh my god....kata bahar pintu nya di Kunci. Haduuuuuh....bahar pun kecewa berat di tengah kanjut nya yang melegeng membuanya pegel dan linu-linu tipis akibat gesekan dengan sarung tanpa kolor nya. Akhirnya bahar memutuskan untuk mengintip inem dulu dari atas jendela pintu kan ada kaca nya tuh di atas pintu kamar Inem. Baharpun menggeser kursi tinggi yang bulet untuk naik dan mengintip si Inem. Dengan hati-hati dan perlahan, bahar pun naik ke kursi guna mengintip Inem, dengan wajah sange dan lidah yang melet-melet, serta kanjut yang menyundul-nyundul sarung. Bahar pun mulai melancarkan aksi nya yaitu mengintip si Inem. penasaran? lanjut baca bab 1 aja yaa....

◾ SYNOPSIS◾ He stood motionlessly, his cloth dripping of excess muddy liquid, his gaze fixed on the retreating petite figure, riding away on her bicycle. His face was as phlegmatic as ever, his icy stare lingering on the lucky lass. "Just say the word, Zay", his friend nudged. An almost inaudible sigh escaped his lips. He dug his finger into his hair, ruffling it a bit. He turned around and walked towards his car, not even sparing his friend a glance. As soon as he gets in, he shuts the car door, placing his head on the car's head rest while closing his eyes. His men understood the message and put down their guns. Jove shook his head and turned to walk to the car. "It's your first time, dude. What the heck happened?" He asked, walking into the car. "Take the wheels, Damon." His mesmerizing yet cold voice rang, ignoring Jove's question. Jove sighed dramatically and leant back on the seat, bringing out his phone - he was used to his best friend already. Zayde Stoll was the name. His name alone triggered lots of emotions - love, admiration, fear, hatred and every other feelings one could possibly have. He was dangerously handsome; an exact opposite of his real self. At 25, he already was the world's youngest billionaire, having the least number of ten companies in each country. His name made great men fall to their knees and everyone wondered how his fame grew that much. He was known to be eerily cold and he killed without second thoughts. He only needed to say the word and whoever would drop at his feet. He was a real description of a merciless demigod and people shook when he entered college. Jove was his best friend and the only person he talks to aside his Dad, despite their very striking differences. Jove complimented his name - he was one hell of a jovial person and really cheerful...but the heck, he was the world's biggest player. Although he condemned the manner with which Zayde handled his victims, he knew he couldn't do anything about it, having known Zayde since childhood. "Damon! You want to kill us?!" Jove suddenly yelled, yanking off the earpiece he had on. He had fallen back on impulse from the near death crash they barely escaped. He glanced at Zayde, a mistake at first, because the latter never acted like something just happened. His men kept stoic faces too, leaving him dumbfounded. "Am I the only living thing in this car? Because Damon almost sent us to our earliest graves and none of you will f**cking tell me you didn't see that!" Jove yelled. He was this close to being infuriated. Damon chuckled loudly. "It was only a mistake", he said with a shrug. "Yeah, a mistake that would've marked an end to my beautiful life", he said bluntly, his voice unable to mask the sarcasm. "You should be shameless at times, Jove." Boris said, turning back to look at Jove. Just then, Zayde put on his headphone with a slightly irritated huff, a clear indication everyone were disturbing him. They all shut up at once, returning to their previous activities. "You'll watch them kill me one day." Jove mumbled, sinking down into the seat.

Silas Westwood entered his dream college with the ambition to study hard, get a good job and give the best treatment to his sick mother. But being an omega, he ended up becoming the target of those who were superior to him, mostly the alphas. However, everything changed for him when he caught the attention of Lucca Sinclair, the dominant and elite Alpha, who declared him his mate. "Be my mate, and I will protect you," Lucca offered. "And why should I do that? I hate alphas," Silas pronounced, not fearing the dominant alpha before him. "They will kill you. Transferring from this college isn't an option, and your mother needs a treatment too. Do you think you can survive in the world ruled by alphas?" Lucca cocked his eyebrow as he took a step closer to him while holding Silas's chin firmly. "Why me?" Silas asked, yanking his hand off. "Because you are miserable," Lucca replied in a mocking tone. Silas clenched his fists. "Fine. I'll be your pretentious mate. But don't come close to me when we are alone," he pronounced. "But I want you to stay close to me all the time," Lucca affirmed, his grin widening this time. ~~~~ It will be a fluffy Mafia Alpha-Omega romance. Do support me with your votes, comments and gifts.

**Tag:** R-18, Harem-seeking protagonist, Evil protagonist, Perverted protagonist, Handsome male lead, Cruel characters, Special abilities, Eastern and Western settings in a SciFi world, unhinged comedy, tragedy, slightly above average intelligent characters and plot twist. Synopsis: Zachary "Zach" Walters is the ultimate nerd: 22 years old, perpetually unemployed, and perfectly content to spend his days locked in his room, devouring fantasy novels. Living off rent from a shop his late parents left him, Zach believes the world outside is overrated, especially when he has his trusty laptop and an endless supply of energy drinks. But after spending weeks reading Chronicles of the Archmage: Arkanis Ascends, Zach hits his limit. The novel's ending—was shit, the power of friendship nonsense—pushes him into a full-blown rant. He tears into the author with an unhinged, scathing comment in the forums, mocking the novel, the villain's pathetic defeat, and even the author's "beady eyes" for writing something so cringe-worthy even saying he who isn't a author can write better. "You think you're better than me as an author? Better than my protagonist? Let's see how you fare in my new world." Suddenly such text appeared. Before he can reply, Zach is yanked into a very similar fantasy universe he mocked, reincarnated as a disgraced prince banished from his kingdom for sleeping with the king’s concubine. Stripped of his royal status but not his charm, Zach quickly realizes that fighting villains or becoming a hero is overrated. Instead, he decides to focus on the finer things in life: building a perverted waifus harem and indulging in every smutty fantasy he’s ever dreamed of. But in a world of cunning regressors, overpowered plot armour characters, arch mages and scheming heroes, Zach's carefree antics might just land him in hot water—or worse, dead. Can this trash-talking keyboard warrior survive his own delusions, or will he end up as another failed side character in someone else’s story? When fantasy meets debauchery, chaos is sure to follow.

Hasad ki manzil sirf tareek andheri raat hy Yehh kahani hy ik Larki ki jis ka Nam Maira Hussain shah hy jis ki family Bhi isi hasad ka shikar Hui thi . Woh kehty hain na kahani khatam ni hoti , qatal krny waly yeh bhool jaty hain ky survivors to bach jaty hain . Esi tarah kahani ka ik or qirdar Waleed Ahmad khanzada hy Jo badly ky kisi ajnany safar par nikal para hy , jis par usko bhi yaqeen ni hy ky uska wujood baqi rahy ga ya ni , lekin yahan parwah kese hai Ik kirdar ROMAAN ALI SIKANDAR hy Jo apni hi maghroor zindagi guzarny mein magan yeh Bhool betha hy ky duniya mein hamesha khush rehna boht mushkil hy . Ik or Sab sy ehm kirdar Alex - 26 Bhi hy , Jis ko raaz pasand hain . or usko har raaz pata hy , yahan tk ky uski apni zindagi ik boht gehra raaz hy . Yeh hai kahani in kirdaron ki jin ky raasty na jany kab milein gy Lekin Is umeed par zindaa hain ky in ko apni manzil mily gi or kon kon in ka saath chory ga . Keo ky " JO ZINDA BACH JAYEIN UNKA MARNA YAQEENI HY "

In the vast and mystical world of Zephiron, where magic flows through the land and forgotten ruins whisper of lost civilizations, two unlikely companions find themselves ensnared in a fate far beyond their reckoning. Vaelin Crowne, a sharp-minded strategist known for his cool demeanor, believes that logic and preparation can solve any problem. Kael Veydris, a reckless yet magnetic force of nature, thrives on instinct and unshakable optimism. Despite their differences, they share one thing in common—an insatiable curiosity. What was meant to be a simple field trip to explore the legendary Labyrinth of Nox quickly turns into a nightmare when they get lost in the labyrinth maze, leaving them trapped in its depths. With no clear way out, Vaelin’s calculated approach and Kael’s gut-driven decisions become their only hope of escape. But when they stumble upon an ancient door, an eerie darkness spills from within, swallowing all light. As they ignite a torch, the shadows retreat just enough to reveal two statues—one depicting a god, radiant and divine, the other a demon, twisted and wrathful. Before they can speak, a chilling gust snuffs out the flame. Then, chains came. A shackle with a long, rusted chain lashed out from the abyss, snapping around Kael’s wrist and yanking him into the consuming darkness. Vaelin barely had time to react before another chain coiled around him, dragging him forward, his vision swallowed by an endless void. When they awaken, gasping for breath, they are no longer in the labyrinth’s depths but standing at its entrance—marked. Heavy iron shackles, now with broken chains, rest upon their wrists, the only proof that what happened was real. The curse has bound them, though to what end remains unknown. They escaped from the labyrinth … but How did it happen? With time slipping through their fingers and the unseen weight of the curse tightening around them, Vaelin and Kael must unravel the mystery of what happened inside the labyrinth before the curse consumes them.

When a rising empire called Dremerie, knocks on the door of the Quiet town of Rainfeild, the residents are uneasy. When a loner attempts a revolt and fails, The people of Rainfeild pay the price. The Loner must face the consequences in order to protect the ones he loves, but fate has other plans for Ebon Cress.

Satria Rajasa adalah namanya. Dia adalah siswa miskin, yang menjadi guru les demi memenuhi kebutuhan hidupnya. Suatu hari Satria diminta oleh wali kelasnya untuk membimbing seseorang dalam belajar. Karena diiming-imingi SPP gratis, Satria tanpa pikir panjang langsung menerima permintaan itu tanpa menanyakan identitas seseorang yang akan dia bimbing. Dan ternyata orang yang harus dia bimbing ternyata adalah Ambar. Siswi yang cantik, manis, sexy, kaya, anaknya juragan Sawit dan ternyata...agak tolol?

"Get your hands off me!" she wrestled against my grip, so I held her even tighter. "Put this on!" I groaned, toiling to keep her in place and wishing again I’d worn the damn gloves. The feel of her warm skin under my arm and palm wasn’t helping my focus. "I'm not taking you home like this!" "You don't tell me what to do!" she snapped, thrashing to break free of my hold as I fumbled with the cloak in my other hand, trying to drape it over her bare shoulders. "I'm not going home! Let me go, I said!" "Did you really think I got you out of there just to let you wander the streets, almost naked, like a lunatic?" That stopped her. "What did you call me?!" "LU-NA-TIC." "You... You…! Take your hands off me, you insolent brute!" Enraged, she yanked her arm too abruptly and lost her balance. I caught her, wrapped her in the cloak, and threw her over my shoulder. "PUT ME DOWN!" She shrieked and flailed, but I ignored her, making my way to the Commander’s house, which, thanks to Braa, was only two streets away. Since the entire population was in the square for the ridiculous festival, no one intervened at the frantic cries of the wild creature. No wonder in the ten years I've known the Commander, I've never heard that he has a daughter. She must’ve been kept locked away. Strangely, she suddenly went still and quiet. Had she grown tired, worried about attracting attention, or finally realized how inappropriate it was to show up at her parents' doorstep in this state? She didn’t seem to care before. With every step, my anxiety grew—she was limp. "Hey!" No answer. Seriously?! "Hey, you!" Nothing. A bad feeling crept over me, so I pulled her off my shoulder and into my arms. Her head fell against my chest—unconscious. "Hey! Hey, you!" I shook her, but she didn’t react. Panic surged through me. Had she fainted? Had I held her too tight? Lifting her more securely, I sprinted toward the Commander's house.

Azrael Blackwood, the most feared necromancer of his realm, is yanked into a new world when a desperate cultivator's summoning goes wrong. Waking up in the body of Li Wei—an oppressed disciple in a demonic sect—he finds himself in a land where martial arts and cultivation rule all. Armed with his dark necromantic powers, Azrael sets out to rise from the lowest ranks to supreme dominance. Can a master of death conquer a world of warriors and reshape his destiny? Release Schedule: 12 Chapters a week

Su Qian secara tidak sengaja memasuki grup obrolan khusus, dan dia adalah satu-satunya di grup yang belum melakukan perjalanan melintasi waktu? [Saya bepergian ke ujung dunia, di mana persediaan makanan terbatas dan saya tidak bisa makan cukup! ! ] [Saya melakukan perjalanan ke zaman kuno dan menjadi putri pengganti. Tiga istri dan empat selir, aku benar-benar tidak bisa melawan mereka! ! ! ] [Apakah saya sama sengsaranya dengan saya? Saya melakukan perjalanan ke dunia budidaya makhluk abadi dan menjadi penjahat umpan meriam...] Su Qian: [Kalian semua pernah melakukan perjalanan melintasi waktu? Tapi aku di Bumi? ] ... [Kakak, apakah kamu di Bumi? ! Asli atau palsu? Kirimkan aku makanan dan aku akan menukarnya denganmu dengan emas! ! ! ] [Ding! Menerima amplop merah (seratus tael emas) dari seorang musafir kiamat. ] ... Sejak saat itu, Su Qian memulai kehidupan pertukaran sumber daya dan kecurangan untuk menjadi kaya. Beras, tepung, biji-bijian, minyak dan air mineral ditukar dengan emas, perak dan perhiasan dengan para musafir apokaliptik. Ayam goreng, teh susu, dan hot pot kecil, serta bertukar pil kecantikan dengan pengelana abadi. Jajanan mahjong dalam Legenda Zhen Huan, bertukar perhiasan istana dengan penjelajah zaman kuno. ... Penjelajah dunia budidaya keabadian: "Tolong! Sepertinya aku tidak sengaja mengirimkan tuanku kepadamu selama pertukaran terakhir! " ! ! Dia diam-diam melirik pria yang sedang makan ayam goreng dan minum teh susu. Dia sangat tampan. Apakah Anda ingin mengirimnya kembali

Annabeth, 23, known far and wide as The Mistress of Despair, has a well-earned reputation for ruthlessness, ambition, and a flair for theatrics. But even she isn't prepared when a strange, infuriatingly powerful boy suddenly appears in her home and—without so much as a dramatic monologue—utterly crushes her. Death is supposed to be the end, but not for Annabeth. Instead, she’s yanked back to her first breath, forced to relive her cursed life from the very beginning. Her mother? Mysteriously dead during childbirth. Her father? Poisoned by a scheming wife before Annabeth even loses her baby teeth. The only constants in her life are her overpowered, possibly psychopathic uncle and the haunting certainty of her own downfall. Rather than reflect, repent, or pursue a quiet life, Annabeth decides on a simpler solution: become even more terrifying. After all, absolute power should be enough to defeat anyone, even the mysterious man who keeps showing up to kill her. Right? Right? Every plan, every spell, every life leads to the same humiliating conclusion: defeat, rebirth, repeat. It’s enough to give even The Mistress of Despair an existential crisis. When a runaway slave crosses her path, offering her a glimpse of happiness and hope, Annabeth begins to wonder if redemption—or even escape—is possible. But her past isn't done with her, and every rebirth tightens the chains that bind her to an unending cycle of torment. Can Annabeth break free, or is she doomed to be the architect of her own misery forever? ************************************************************************************* "If you’re going to make an entrance, make it unforgettable." "And if you can’t manage unforgettable, at least go for dramatic." ************************************************************************************* Given her past, Annabeth calling someone else a witch—or worse, a b*tch—was laughably hypocritical. But honestly, what's a little hypocrisy from someone who once killed children just to avoid the inconvenience of them growing up and seeking revenge for their dead parents? ************************************************************************************* "I’m a skinny guy—I can’t handle the big chunks you’re talking about. Why don’t you take them since, you know, you’re already halfway to turning into a boulder?" the skinny man smirked. "Watch it, Ollie! I was just trying to be generous since you look like a strong breeze might finish you off!" Lord Brodie shot back, his face reddening under his double chin. ************************************************************************************* "Look, I’m not saying it’s okay to fall apart. But it happens. It happens to everyone. What matters in the end is what you do with the pieces. No matter how many times you shatter, I’ll pick up every single shard." "Even if it tears me apart to see you hurting, I’ll still put you back together. And even if I have to hold you together with my own two hands, I’ll make sure you stand whole again." ************************************************************************************* Don't forget to add the book to your collections so that you may see updated chapters when I upload them. P.S.: Feedback, comments, reviews and gifts are welcome. P.P.S: Power stones are welcome too. P.P.P.S? (Really?): Especially power stones. :P P.P.P.P.S (I swear it's the last one): If you're a beginner writer too, comment the title of your book so that I can provide a review and some feedback. Maybe even a shiny new Power Stone...

On the night of Diwali, as fireworks lit up the sky, Aryan was consumed by a mysterious bright light and transported to a strange, fantastical world. With knowledge from countless isekai anime, he navigated perilous forests, joined a guild, and mastered skills to survive. But the land was plagued by the looming threat of a Demon King, and Aryan embarked on a decade-long quest to defeat him. As he uncovers secrets about his summoning, Aryan realizes his journey holds a greater purpose. Returning home after the final battle, he is left with haunting questions: was it destiny, or something far more sinister?

Dunia malam jadi makanannya sehari-hari. Terpaksa Elena harus jadi suri untuk banyak lelaki narsis di luar sana. Banyak uang ia hasilkan dengan cara kotornya. Hingga sampai titik terendahnya tiba, ada terbersit di hatinya ingin lari. Pergi dari kenyataan malam yang terlanjur menjeratnya. Ia sadar kebiasaan buruknya akan menggadaikan sebuah nyawa yang sekarang sudah mulai tumbuh beberapa bulan di dalam perutnya. Elena kukuh pendirian ingin membesarkan anak tak bertuan itu, lebih baik dari pada kehidupannya yang teramat menyedihkan. Akankah Elena sanggup bangkit dari dunia malamnya, bahkan untuk menoleh dirinya saja, dia merasa jijik sekali. Hingga sebuah cahaya kehidupan masuk meliriknya. Seorang pria yang sangat kaya raya itu, melihat Elena dari sisi lainnya. Ia mau mempersunting Elena bukan tanpa sebab. Rizki Nazar adalah satu-satunya pria yang mau melirik Luna dan menjaring Luna pada kehidupan yang lebih baik dari sebelumnya, dengan syarat anak yang sedang ia kandung harus jadi anaknya. Itu ia lakukan hanya untuk menutupi kekurangannya sebagai pria mandul. Dalam satu rumah Elena harus rela berbagi Rizki dengan wanita yang benar-benar di cintai oleh Rizki, yaitu istri pertamanya. Meski rumah itu bergelimangan harta, tapi tak di pungkiri bahwa rumah itu juga bergelimangan luka.

He was the strictest Dom, loves to control women and she was a free bird, didn't like to be controlled by anybody. He was into the BDSM and she hates it. He was finding a challenging submissive for himself and she was a perfect match for him but she wasn't ready to accept his offer because she lived her life without any rules and regulations. She wanted to fly high like a free bird without any limitations. He has a burning desire to control her because she was his perfect choice but she was a hard nut to crack. He was crazy to make her his submissive and control her mind, soul and body. What will be the spark between them? Will it end with Dom dropping the whip or the bird getting into the cage? To know these answers join the cute and intense journey of the hot and strictest Master and his cute little butterfly. *** "I flared up by looking at the person like you." "What do you mean by this?" "I mean you're a Dominant who controls people life and I hate it." "You don't know anything, butterfly. At least experience it, then hate it." "It will be better if I throw you out of the cafe by kicking your *ss." His eyes widened a bit in shock. "This will also be a new experience for me." I grinned. "Butterfly, you will regret if you ever do this to me or even say this to me again." His tone became stern suddenly. "Oh, I'm so scared." I scoffed. "F*ck you and get the hell out of my cafe if you don't want me to kick your *ss." He frowned and dragged me to the backside of the cafe by seizing my wrist. Then he pushed me into the party hall and hurriedly locked the door. "What the f*ck do you think of yourself? You," "Shut up." He roared, cutting my words. He again grasped my wrist and dragged me to the sofa. He sat down and with a swift motion, he yanked me down and bent me over his lap. He pinned me against the sofa by pressing his hand on my back and locked my legs between his legs. What he is doing? Fear rushed down my spine.