Knife Mercer

Original Novel of TV Series: The Double. Copyrighted√ The Lady of Xue Family, unparalleled in both beauty and talent, married her ideal gentleman. They lived in harmonious and loving companionship for three years, during which her husband achieved the rank of top scholar. But while the husband's fame rose, his wife's status did not. His craving for titles and wealth led him to seek the position as Prince Consort, and he saw her as a stumbling stone on his path to marrying the princess—so he killed his wife and wiped out his line. The arrogant princess stood in front of her ruins and mocked, "Even if you are exceptionally beautiful and learned, you are ultimately just a lowly official's daughter. Crushing you to death is as easy for me as crushing an ant!" Her reputation tarnished, she took her own life by hanging. Her younger brother, seeking justice, was killed by the powerful, and her elderly father, upon hearing the tragic news, fell ill and departed from this world. In the forty-second year of Hongxiao, Yanjing's number one beauty, Xue Fangfei, met her untimely end, only to be reborn in the body of the drowned Chief Minister's daughter, Jiang Li! She stepped into the household of high society, where dark and sordid secrets were ceaseless. She confronted all manner of evil spirits and demons, giving as good as she got. Once tender-hearted, she was now as sharp as a knife's edge! Jiang Li vowed never again to be trampled upon like a speck of dust. In this life, she would redress the injustices of her family and avenge the blood-debt of deep hatred! He was the youngest Duke of Northern Yan—arrogantly beautiful, fickle in temper, collecting the world's strangest flora within his estate. Everyone said that the Second Miss of the Jiang Family was ethereally charming, virtuous, and as pure and kind as a white Lotus Flower. Dressed in resplendent red, he asked with a smile, "White Lotus Flower? She's clearly a Man-eating Flower that devours without spitting out bones." Jiang Li, "Duke, be careful not to break your hand." Jih Heng, "Such a ferocious Man-eating Flower is, of course, to be snatched up and brought back to my estate to guard it." Arrogantly beautiful man vs. noble daughter, a bewitching male lead and a white lotus heroine, join forces, tormenting the whole world. Are you scared yet?

**Warning: This isn’t your typical cultivation story. If you're looking for a formulaic journey of power, turn back. This is for those who want their cultivation with teeth, grief, and gods that scream.** The Red Moon looms, its light bleeding across the ruins of a dead world. No voices remain, no echoes of the past, only the wind whispering through hollowed stone. Yet one figure still moves, tracing unseen steps beneath the crimson glow. The boy does not know how long he has wandered, nor why he alone remains. He remembers hunger, the weight of a knife at his hip, and the distant pull of something just beyond memory, a path he must walk, a dance he must complete. But the steps evade him, like a melody half-forgotten. There are things lurking in the dark, creatures that should not exist, bound to the moon's eerie cycle. Somewhere, beneath the veil of time, the truth is buried. Somewhere, within the forgotten rhythm of his own steps, the answer awaits. And when the dance begins again, it will either set him free or consume him entirely.

*Some bitches are born to be queens. Others? Born to burn.* –I died a stupid, loyal wife. –I woke up a vengeful, filthy-rich queen. In my first life, I played the perfect role devoted wife, good sister, trusting best friend. They repaid me with betrayal. My husband stole my fortune. My best friend sold me out. And my step-sister? That bitch put the final knife in my back. Then they killed me. Brutally. But guess what, darlings? I came back. One year earlier. And now? It’s their turn to suffer. I’m no longer the woman they remember. The weak, soft-spoken idiot? Dead. The Valeria Devereaux standing before them? She’s dripping in wealth, power, and lethal intentions. And this time I play to win. First target? The snakes in my circle. Next? My ex-husband, Liam Whitmore. Final round? I take back my empire, my name, and their last fucking breath. But things get complicated when two men enter the game. –Rafael Kane billionaire, ruthless, and dangerously obsessed with owning me. – Dominic Moretti business rival, deadly charming, but way too soft to play my game. Both want me. Both will chase me. But I’m not here for love I’m here for blood. Let’s play, bitches. Enjoy.

The System, a magical source of power infused into the essence of every being born into the world of High Kurning, allows its users to become stronger and seek their own paths and was capable of stopping a great war once it fell by disminishing the advantage of technological progress. However, even with the infinite possibilities it gives to its users, the rule of the strongest becomes law in the places without law. Warren, a lonely gunslinger, is traveling through the continent in search of the Balton's syndicate and it's leader, Balton Hunt, to kill him. Armed with his gun, a knife and 4 bullets each with a name carved on them, he will make his path through the territory under the influence of the syndicate, traveling to different cities on the continent, hunting down the members of the criminal syndicate. But his travel will take an unexpected turn when he meets Marika, a greedy woman that needs help... --- What to expect: 1-The world of High Kurning is a sword and sorcery setting with a system. Sword, guns and spellcasting! Anything is possible! 2-Travel through different landscapes! The desert is only the beginning. 3-Bad attempt at humor! 4-Revenge plot. ML is looking to hunt someone for revenge... for what?

When Mara Kline returns to her late grandmother’s remote house in Canada to settle its affairs, she expects dust and silence. Instead, she finds a relic of the past—a rotary phone in the attic that inexplicably rings despite being unplugged. Against her better judgment, she answers. On the other end is Ellie, a frightened girl claiming she is hiding somewhere in the very same house—but in 1999. A masked man with a burlap-covered face and a rusted knife is hunting her. At first, Mara dismisses the calls as a cruel prank or a lingering symptom of her childhood trauma. But soon, reality itself begins to shift. Muddy footprints appear on the hardwood floor when no one is there. Familiar objects rearrange themselves into echoes of her past. A fresh scar forms on her arm, mirroring the injuries Ellie describes in real time. The deeper she digs, the more the house tightens its grip, twisting time and memory until past and present blur into one waking nightmare. As the calls grow more desperate, Mara realizes the masked figure may not be a stranger—it may be something far worse: a manifestation of her father’s grief and rage, shaped by loss and twisted by time. Old diaries appear, filled with entries she doesn’t remember writing. Visions of a childhood she thought she had buried claw their way back into her mind. Trapped in a house that refuses to let go, Mara must unravel the truth before she becomes just another ghost of its history. But even if she breaks the cycle, some echoes never truly fade.

In front of a crowd, the classic "broken engagement" trope unfolded. Gu Feng smiled faintly and took out a golden abacus. "That certain someone, I don’t mind you breaking off the engagement. However, you’ll have to pay me compensation." "At three years and one month old, I secretly fed you a piece of jerky. The meat itself wasn’t worth much, but the seasoning on it was expensive—100 spirit stones." "At three years and two months old, I gave you a wooden knife. This blade was carved over ten years by a master craftsman—1,000 spirit stones." "..." "On top of that, you also owe me compensation for emotional damages over the past 15 years and the next 10,000 years, totaling..." "And for those times I kissed you..." --- Support me on www.patreon.com/c/AnubisTL and Read Ahead!

Sequel to Guide to raise my cutie husbands. Mo Qiang, an architect was chosen by the fairy of nature who brought her to the world of interstellar where she was punished to revive the nature that she has destroyed with her own hands while creating architecture that she thought was paving way for the future. Now, stuck with a nature-reviving system in a world full of poisonous gases and intergalactic stuff where she has to start from the very beginning and plant more forest and crops while creating a liveable world for the humans, Mo Qiang was suffering. But it sounds easy right? No! In her path she has three villainous husbands, all three of them want to kill her such that they will be able to marry her capable sister after kicking her away who was trashy and good for nothing. Mo Qiang has nothing against them, in fact, she is more than willing to divorce them after securing her life and raising her favourability in their hearts such that they will not kill her but —— Why are they coming for her now? Hello, you all wanted to marry her sister right? Excerpt: “ Here you go,” said Mo Qiang as she pushed the divorce agreement looking at her first husband who was gentle but poisonous like a snake. “ I have already signed the document of our divorce, you can take a look —-wait, why are you taking your clothes off?” The mer looked at her and smiled gently as he took off his glasses and said, “ Looks like my wife is not happy with me not giving birth to our child, don’t worry I will work hard tonight.” Mo Qiang: “…..” I do not want you to work hard! Take second! “ Take this and sign it,” said Mo Qiang, this time more fiercely as she looked at her second husband who was reading a script for his film. “ I am sure you want to divorce me right? I have already signed —-woah! What are you putting me on the bed for?” She asked while looking at the gorgeous face. Her second husband stared down at her and with a blank expression and voice as cold as water said, “ I have to practice a love-making scene, help me, dear wife.” Mo Qiang: “……” This movie that you are shooting is based on the Zerg apocalypse, don’t lie to me! With whom are you going to make love with? A Zerg? Take third! “ Huff, huff..this is the divorce agreement, sign it... I know that your company does not allow idols to date so here sign it,” she said to her third husband who was practising his dance moves. The mer who was dressed in a loose silk shirt and sweat dripping down his body took a look at the document that she was handing him and then hugged Mo Qiang. A second later she heard his sniffling voice while he peppered kisses on her neck, “ Wife you do not want me? Is that the new idol who attracted your attention, I knew it! I will take care of him!” “Put down that knife will you!” And why is the third prince of the imperial family who hated her to the bones coming after her with flowers? She already has her hands full! ….

In a world devastated by an unforgiving apocalypse, Qing Xia struggles against a life filled with despair. Surrounded by the suffocating remnants of society—polluted air, barren land, and the haunted expressions of humanity—he often envies those who have found peace in death, escaping the relentless suffering of existence. Yet, the memory of his family's sacrifice fuels his determination to endure, making him one of the last survivors in a landscape of desolation. But fate has other plans. During a routine mission, Qing Xia’s life abruptly ends, or so he believes. To his shock, he awakens reborn as an idol on the brink of obscurity, a mere shadow in a vibrant world. Eager for a second chance, he seeks solace in a newfound identity, yearning for a life filled with simple pleasures. However, tranquility slips through his fingers as he is thrust into an unexpected chaos—a variety show that pulls him into the heart of danger, where secret agents, ruthless hitmen, and shadowy figures lurk. With every step, the weight of his dreams collides with a reality he never wished to face. As he grapples with relentless uncertainty, Sian realizes that the struggle for peace may lead him deeper into turmoil. In this haunting journey, can he carve out a destiny in a world that seems determined to tear him apart? The winds of fate do not blow as one wishes, and with shadows closing in, every moment counts. ---------------------------- Black box: Someone: "Darling, help me deal with these people." Sian: "Stay away from me. I have nothing to do with you or them." Someone, with fake tears: "Darling, I’m hurt. Come kiss me here, and the pain will go away." Sian, holding a military knife: "Does it hurt there? How about I just cut it off for you?" Someone, stripping Sian’s clothes: "Darling, you look so beautiful when you’re angry. I can’t take it anymore." Sian: "Go to hell! Ah—ahh! Stop it—stop! That hurts! Quit biting me, you damn dog!" --------------------------------------- COVER by my Sensei : Aurimas_Pazikas ---------------------------------------     Dear readers, welcome to an exciting adventure! This is a captivating BL novel filled with +18 scenes that add a spark of joy and love and some sadness. If you’re open to exploring vibrant stories and vibrant connections, dive right in to accompany our Angel, the MC " Sian," on his journey in this new world.

Yuri Sworde, A guy with a loving mother and an abusive father. he doesn't really remember all the other details on his life but he died because he knew that he had already lost everything. he just cried it out to the world and blame it to the problems he had, which is also the day he is going to die. he was transmigrated into another world, the world of Verneville! he was just trying to sleep and process all the things that happened to him when he died and just trying to gather some logs for him to use as a fire wood but he got attacked by a wolf! he ended up killing it using the knife he created himself. [Condition: Kill a living being] [Sword Demon: The more you get covered by the blood of another living being that you killed yourself using a sword, the more stronger you will become.] "...gotta get used to it." most of the time, he was just expressionless, even when he was faced to his new friend, Death. even though he was thinking that he is going to die and he is sure that he can't do anything about it, he still remains expressionless. you can say he is nonchalant, yet he is very smart. [Welcome to the world of Verneville, a world field with mystic energy, magical discovery and sense of wonder!] [Enjoy your life to the fullest, Yuri Sworde!]

Evelyn Mercer never planned to return to Black Hollow, the eerie town she left behind after her mother’s tragic death. But when whispers start calling her name—soft, insistent voices that invade her dreams and waking hours—she has no choice but to go back. From the moment she arrives, the town feels wrong. The streets are too empty, the people too watchful, and the past lingers like a shadow that refuses to fade. As she checks into the decrepit Black Hollow Inn, the whispers grow stronger. They murmur in the dark, calling her by name, warning her to leave. But something roots her in place—something she can’t explain. When she discovers that her mother is listed among the town’s many missing persons—despite the official story of her death—Evelyn realizes that Black Hollow is hiding secrets far darker than she ever imagined. People have been vanishing for decades, taken by something unseen, something that whispers in the night. As Evelyn digs deeper, she finds herself entangled in a mystery that defies reason. The whispers are not just voices—they are entities, bound to the town, watching, waiting. And they have chosen her. With time running out and the boundary between the living and the lost growing thin, Evelyn must uncover the truth before she, too, becomes nothing more than another name whispered in the dark.

In the swamp, mosquitoes danced, and a five-meter long bay crocodile was firmly bound at the snout, its vertical pupils gleaming with ferocity. At that moment, a young man cover in mud was straddling it, and he was very modest in the face of audience's praise. "I'm Bi Fang, a professional explorer. I have trekked atop the roof of the world and traversed through the Valley of Death, and I've even challenged the mysterious Amazon. Even the National Geographic has named me the world's premier survival expert, the king of the wild at the top of the food chain, but trust me, that's all an overstatement..." Under the crimson clouds, Bi Fang silently tightened the rope in his hand and, seeing that the bay crocodile beneath him had finally stopped struggling, he pulled out the Hunting Knife and killed it with a single strike to the underside of its jaw. "Today is the second day of survival. I thought I would have to endure another hungry night, but now it seems, dinner has taken care of itself."

Five years ago, Wen Mian was branded with the stigma of climbing into her adoptive brother's bed, a finger pointed at her spine. Everyone said she was an ingrate, unable to appreciate the new life the Pei Family had given her, and instead repaying kindness with enmity. Only she knew that this so-called favor was nothing but an unfathomably deep hell on earth. After five years of grinding hardship, Wen Mian had almost died abroad. When she came back, she was a changed woman, swearing to make every member of the Pei Family pay. She had thought this was a desperate dead-end gambit. But unexpectedly, the adoptive brother who had sent her away was like an annoying piece of gum stuck to her shoe, following her everywhere. She killed, he handed her the knife, she sought revenge, he silenced the witnesses. Finally, Wen Mian couldn't help it— "What exactly do you want?" And that man, who had bided his time for so many years, finally showed his true colors, "Can't you see? I've been doing it all for you."

In her former life, she had been blinded by fools and had listened to flattery, acting with fickle loyalties, and squandering what could have been a winning hand. In the end, she fell into the clutches of villains, unable to live or die as she wished, harming not only herself but also all those she held dear! Having been reborn, she held the script of a beloved group; her legitimate elder sister was the empress, her legitimate elder brother was the Great General with illustrious military achievements, and her next brother was a master of making money. It was time to settle the scores from her previous life! For the man harboring ill intentions, watch her feign compliance then counterattack decisively! For the aunt and shu sister who stirred up trouble, watch her transform into a savvy player of household intrigue, letting them reap their own bitter fruits! It was just that she didn't know where she had offended that aloof Princely Heir; when she slapped faces, he supported her; when she took lives, he handed her the knife. Zuo Xiangning: "I shall not marry in this life; men only affect the speed at which I draw my sword!" Certain Princely Heir: "I am your sword, to strike wherever you point!"

Apocalypse befell, and roommates performed a skyward ritual. As the fog descended, the Book of Blood Spirit appeared in the hands of all survivors, and only those with a Contract monster could survive. Su Han directed his gaze to the neighbor who had already mutated and twisted, silently pulling out a gleaming fruit knife... Grotesque meat corpses, giant spiders with gaping mouths, eyeballs enveloping the city, one-eyed sharp-toothed hand monsters... Civilization fell, cities shattered, and all humans became meat for the monsters. There was only one way to survive: Use monsters to fight monsters.

Kaelan Mercer is a young and passionate teacher, freshly graduated and eager to inspire the next generation. However, his world is irrevocably shattered when he loses his only family member, his father, thrusting him into a chasm of grief. In a desperate attempt to bring his father back, Kaelan searches for the fabled "Grimoire of Revival," a mysterious tome rumored to possess the secrets of resurrection. During his relentless search, Kaelan stumbles upon an ancient library, where he accidentally activates the powerful magic within the book. To his dismay, he learns that the grimoire is not what it seemed—it is an ancient artifact of outworld magic that transports him to Starren, a vibrant realm brimming with magic and extraordinary beings, rather than providing the resurrection he sought. Upon his unexpected arrival at Aster Light Academy, the inhabitants mistakenly view him as a figure of immense power. In Starren, those of lower magical rank cannot sense the abilities of those higher than themselves, and Kaelan, devoid of any magical capabilities, is perceived as a powerful being beyond their comprehension. Amidst the admiration and reverence from students and faculty alike, he grapples with the weight of expectation and the façade he must maintain as an alleged paragon of strength. As he navigates the complexities of his new life, Kaelan is painfully aware that he is the weakest entity in the entire academy, vulnerable and in danger at every moment. Though he strives to honor his father's legacy and live a fruitful life in his place, he is burdened by the crushing pressure of his secret—that his supposed magic is nothing more than an illusion. Determined to uncover the true nature of magic and the secrets held within the Grimoire’s ancient power, Kaelan learns that understanding oneself can be more challenging than unraveling the mysteries of the arcane. Join him on a journey filled with humor, heart, and self-discovery, where the most powerful magic lies not in spells or illusions, but in the strength of the spirit and the bonds we forge along the way.

After meeting an unfortunate death on earth, Sigrid unwillingly transmigrated into a novel world becoming Lady Sigrid Thorin the unwanted wife of the crown prince. She resigned herself to her fate and set a goal to become the empress. But to become the future empress, she had to gain the heart of her husband_the foul tempered Prince Roland Maximus a man that loathed her and would sooner kill her than kiss her. While his heart was too thin for her to squeeze into, it was rather wide for the woman he brought home on returning from a three month expedition, a woman he had sworn to protect forever. The same woman Sigrid was on a mission to destroy, an irreconcilable enemy. With misunderstandings, scheming and jealousy, thus begun Sigrid's trials to win the heart of the man that had undeniably captivated her with his dazzling smile and her mission step over the fake female lead, be crowned empress and change her fate. Excerpt. "A knife to the throat of your husband that has just returned from war, what do you hope to accomplish crown princess?" Sigrid's eyes trailed down, to the silver blade pressed against her abdomen, she raised her head and laughed snidely. "A knife to the belly of your wife as soon as you return from war, other men start by saying, honey i am home. They also don't bring home unwanted canaries as presents for their wives." Roland leaned down with a part smug and part angry smoldering look in his eyes. It was if he wished to set her on fire, and not in the passionate way. "Honey i am home." he slowly said, dragging the words out. Sigrid trailed the knife slowly over his neck, almost as if she was caressing it with her fingers. "Welcome back, i hope you don't mind but i intend to kill that canary. If you want to bring me a gift next time, try gold and diamonds. I can also accept you, just wrap a ribbon around your bare chest."

In the remote, fog-shrouded town of Millhaven, superstition holds sway, and silence is salvation. Embarrassed radio DJ Jack Mercer is back in his hometown in one final attempt at salvaging his career, going live on a Halloween broadcast to reveal the town's darkest tale: the Revenant, a ghost said to take one soul every decade. But Millhaven's inhabitants—tightly lipped and haunted by centuries of guilt—won't talk about the curse, forcing Jack to rummage through decaying archives and deserted buildings for clues. When he discovers a decades-old diary of Evelyn Carter, a woman who disappeared while searching for the Revenant, Jack learns a chilling truth: the villagers' forebears summoned the creature, sacrificing lives for temporary peace. Jack knows the Revenant is no legend as his broadcast plans come apart—equipment breaking down, figures haunting the abandoned town hall. It's alive. And it's hungry. Halloween night, Jack's live broadcast, and the town's suppressed transgressions boil over. The listeners are overwhelmed by shrieked voices through static images of their worst regrets. Cornered in the hall with the Revenant's claws around his throat, Jack is presented with a terrible decision: die to shatter the cycle or escape, dooming Millhaven to perpetual suffering. But the Revenant has an endless hunger, and Jack's broadcast—a twisted, repeating scream—could have released the curse into the world. A terrifying investigation of guilt, complicity, and the price of truth, The Last Broadcast poses the question: What if the things we bury never die? And what if the horror we dread most is the horror we've already become?

Oops! The foolish real young master had run away!!! The title of the book… Micah had everything anyone could possibly envy, a gentle mother, a supportive father, and two doting older sisters. His family business dominated the capital with its high-technology products, and he was raised with a silver spoon from birth. Life was perfect. Until one day everything crumbled when a young man appeared, claiming to be the real young master. The classic case of swapped at birth… Panicked and heartbroken, Micah, the fake heir, fought desperately to hold onto his family and fortune. From Bad-mouthing and spreading rumours to initiating misplaced hatred toward the real young master, he plotted financial pitfalls and implicated his family business in progress. Not to mention his backstabbing and selling the classified information to a rival company. “What the actual f..?” Micah stared at the book, seething with anger. He was practically a villain out of a melodrama. He would never be like that! Which vengeful ghost had written this book?! “Where is my knife?!” He needed to show this so-called author the true meaning of vengeance! Even if he couldn’t get his hands on him, at the very least, he could undermine all the nonsense that was written in his book! Whether would he really be this mentally handicapped as described in the book remained a mystery, but please could someone explain the rest of the book to him? Those madmen! Those Degenerated Gongs! How could they torment the cheerful sunny Shou and twist him into an obedient meek little puppet just to satisfy their sick desires?! “I, Micah Ramsy, swear to protect my new brother from those psychos and hungry wolves!” Thus begins the journey of the fake heir, hell-bent on keeping those scums away from his sweet brother.

This isn’t a fairy tale. No heroes. No lessons. Zetulah Viridian isn’t a savior. She’s the part of you that knows kindness gets you killed. And her story? It’s the question you’ve been swallowing since life first kicked your teeth in: How much worse would you burn the world to make it hurt like you do? Zetulah is just a woman with blood in her teeth and a knife, asking: How much of your soul would you sell to watch your enemies bleed? Before wolves ruled the world, war did. Four dynasties carved the realm of Varkathis apart like a carcass. Their war is no longer about thrones—it’s about erasing each other from history. For centuries, four houses ruled through brutality and broken vows: House Emberclaw (South): Flame-lit conquerors with eyes like smoldering coals. They leave only ash and children's bones behind. House Viridian (West): Healers turned hunted, their once-bright green eyes—symbols of hope, and nature—now dimmed to murky moss. Targets for slaughter. House Azzuri (North): Ice-hearted titans with gazes bluer than glacial crevices. They would let their own blood freeze before breaking an oath. House Moriba (East): Puppeteers with golden eyes that flicker like gilded lies. Stare too long, and you’ll wake up throat-cut with your own dagger. —-------- Zetulah Viridian doesn’t scream when her brother dies. She counts the seconds until his fingers go cold, the Emberclaw dagger still jutting from his throat. They don’t let her bury him. Instead, they nail Fenrik’s corpse to her family’s gates—a scroll stuffed between his teeth: “Let the last Viridian choke on her brother’s rot.” They take her title. Her home. Even her pride—carving the Emberclaw sigil into her land as a warning to survivors. But rage? Rage is the one thing they can’t carve out. Zetulah isn’t fighting for a crown. She’s fighting to keep her tongue, her liver, her green eyes from becoming Emberclaw trophies. To survive, she kneels to the boy whose family murdered her brother— Prince Kaelith Emberclaw, whose crimson gaze burns like a forge even as he bandages her wounds with surgeon’s hands, that has snapped more necks than healed them. Every time he laughs—warm and bright, nothing like the Emberclaw pyres she’s cursed—she forgets, just for a heartbeat, that she needs to kill him. War horns sound. Now, Zetulah must choose: Lead her surviving kin into the hellmouth of battle, or light the match that burns every house—hers included—to cinders. Because in the realm of Varkathis ? Mercy is the lie you tell while sharpening your blade. Power is the scream that haunts your enemies’ sleep. And Zetulah? “She’s learned how to make the world scream with her.” "You won’t like Zetulah. You’ll recognize her—the part of you that knows mercy gets you killed." Here’s what they don’t tell you about vengeance: It doesn’t heal. It addicts. You won’t love this story. You’ll hate how much you need to finish it.

In the rain-soaked, neon-lit underbelly of a city teeming with secrets, Alexander Mercer, a lawyer with a tarnished reputation, is drawn into a web of conspiracy surrounding a long-dormant case. With his office a chaotic sanctuary of forgotten files and his nights filled with broken whispers, Mercer navigates a world of manipulated evidence and shadowy figures. He must decipher the cryptic messages hidden in the fragmented testimonies and tampered forensics, facing down powerful forces that seek to bury the truth forever. In this noir-infused legal thriller, Mercer's relentless pursuit of justice becomes a dangerous obsession, where every clue is a double-edged sword and every ally a potential adversary.

A kind girl falls in love with a vicious killer. Unhinged Yuri story set in Seoul. ------ “Like a prey waiting with a trap, I missed my predator. I missed her touch in the places I’ve never been touched. I wanted to hear her sing the songs that I’ve never heard.” ------ As the blood dripped off the knife she held firmly in her pale hand, I saw my reflection in the cold blade that had just taken the life of a man. I dreamed of magical moments like this every day. Something - someone to come and free me from the suffocating monotony of normalcy. She stormed into my life brandishing death, and in the moment of madness, my heart fluttered. Then she came to my place, uninvited. I treated her wounds and fed her. She slept on my couch like a cat. We started our lives together. Death bound us like the knot of tie I fixed for her as she left for work - to kill, kill, and to kill again. I spent countless nights sitting in darkness, on my couch hugging my knees, gripped with worry and excitement. I prayed for her safe return home, but I did not pray for the souls she’d be sending to hell. But she always returned, like a stray cat coming for food in the back alley behind a restaurant. I was the cook who put out the food for her, stroked her, and gave her shelter. A stray cat. A great feline predator. She was mine and mine alone. Together we laughed, alone I cried. Together we laughed, alone I cried. But I think we also loved. I think. ------ This is a dark and twisted psychological slice-of-life romantic comedy with a sprinkle of inspiration from the noir genre. If that doesn’t make sense, it’s because it doesn’t.

You’d think seeing the future would give me a head start on surviving the apocalypse. I had it all planned—until everything I knew shattered when my husband sacrificed himself to save me and our son. Now it’s just me, my three-year-old son Leo, and my cursed gift of foresight that only seems to kick in when it’s nearly too late. I’m doing my best to keep us safe, to find food, to make some kind of plan— “Mommy?” I glance down, trying to ignore the tug on my pant leg as I focus on our supplies. “Not now, Leo. Mommy’s thinking.” “Mommy!” I sigh and finally look down. My three-year-old is standing there, clutching… I blink. “Leo, where did you get a knife?” He shrugs, grinning like it’s the most natural thing in the world. My heart stutters. “No, really. Where did you find that?” I try not to laugh. I mean, he’s three. Maybe he just—found it somewhere? But the next day, it’s a water bottle. Then, a tiny flashlight, somehow with batteries still inside. I don’t even know what else; he’s pulling things out one by one with the pleased grin of a kid who’s just figured out his favorite game. Well, we may just survive this mess after all. Now, if only the universe could have spared me from him. I don’t even know his name, but I know his type: tall, broad, and annoyingly handsome, with an air of calm control that’s out of place in this chaos. Ex-military, if I had to guess, with a voice that’s just as infuriating as his smirk. The man has a habit of showing up at the worst—or best—possible times, with a gun at the ready and secrets buried as deep as those bright green eyes. I mean, he’s probably useful, but I’m trying to keep my eyes on the prize here: survival. For Leo and me. Because, foresight or no foresight, nothing is guaranteed in this new world—except the fact that people like him are trouble.

Rin, 16, is hunted by the Shadow Guild for a glowing mark on his hand. Once a mage in another life, he’s reborn here with strange powers he doesn’t get. With a knife and a whispering voice, he fights to live and learn his past.

“I will drag you into an darkest abyss, as you have done to me for your betrayal. It’ll be like an eye for an eye and tooth for an tooth.” Atlas watches him kneeling on the ground with a dagger in his side, blood trickling from his wound. Atlas stands there, leaning against the wall with a nonchalant expression. Atlas stepped away from leaning against the golden statue, and he walked closer to him with a predatory grace, calm and effortless, and Atlas cradled his face with a possessive and clinging hold, and Atlas smiled gleefully, “Let’s make a deal. Belong to me and do everything I say, and I’ll release your brother.” Sebastian never saw this day coming, and he truly regretted saving him on that snowy day. This person isn’t the same youth from before, for vengeance and hatred only remain in his heart. The only thing he can do is appease the man. But this time, he will never give out his heart again. And he will never reveal the real truth behind his betrayal. What’s the point? Sebastian looked at the man before him and resisted the urge to move away from the hand on his face. His eyes remained stoic. In a hard voice, he said, “Fine. I will do what you want; in exchange, let my brother go.” *** Sebastian lives a normal life with his family, but he lives a hidden life. He has a dark secret that he protects at all costs; otherwise, he will be killed for being a monster. He and the rest of his family are vampires, living off blood, but his family, especially his father and mother, don’t feed on humans, for they cling onto morality, hoping not to descend into depravation. Sebastian cherishes his family, and they are both his strength and his weakness. They are the ones who maintain his humanity and keep him in check. But being a vampire comes with a deadly price; he must blend in with the human world, pretending to be a human is an effortless task: calculating and flirtatious is a mask he carries for centuries, playing with the lives of those around as if they’re just a game. His heart never lets anyone in, keeping distance from anyone except for his family, who live and protect each other. On that fateful night, he never thought he could have another emotional connection. A young, feral boy carrying a hunter's knife is surrounded by blood, snow, and dead wolves in the forest. Why does his youthful body carry a grotesque canvas of scars like they tell a gruesome past? Why do his eyes carry a heavy burden that’s too young for a human? Or is he a human in the first place? Soon, he would learn that Atlas carries heavy, dark secrets, where Sebastian had to look for an answer in Atlas’s past and must decide if he’s worth forgiving and protecting. ***
gong/seme/top protagonist x shou 
Sebastian x Atlas 
Additionally tags: dark, mysterious, BL, age-difference, thriller, psychological, supernatural creatures, slow romance, murder, dub-con, tragic past, comedy, and horror (I don’t own the picture on the cover.)

There lived a feeble boy on the streets who struggled to survive, but couldn’t give up on life despite how harsh the going got, trying to survive death which loomed closer by the second. Even then, how long can one really survive hunger? So, he reluctantly welcomed his ultimate demise during a heavy rainy afternoon. Thunder crackled and lightning flashed, which casted the shadow of someone near him; as he lifted his gaze to see whom it belonged to, he saw a girl with soulless eyes, holding onto a bloody knife, who granted him with the peace he so very desired.

Neo-tokyo's most wanted crime lord Leon "Blackfang" mercer, he rules everything. The most brutal and dangerous person was beaten by his own most trusted people and was stabbed as he was trying to understand what his enemy stabbed him to but that was not enough to take him down. He beat all of them, able to escape death. He reached the hospital and as he tried to crossover the road, a high school girl ran pass him. Se didn't pay attention to the road. A truck was coming her way but leon saved her, pushing her out of the truck's way, but he could not save himself as he was taking his last breaths his life reeled befor his life; he has committed many sins He was with many people but was always alone. the last face saw before died was some one he really wanted to protect but his wrong doings didn't spare that persons life leons last wish is that if there is a second life, i want to live a normal life and he died..... but it is not the end of the story it's the new begnning.

HERE’S TO SOMETHING BEAUTIFUL The rain hasn’t fallen on Mercer Street in over forty years. Water is rationed, the market thrives, and the people live hidden from time itself—until she appears. Margo arrives at the doorstep of an old apartment house, soaked from head to toe in something impossible. Rain. She doesn’t know where she came from. She doesn’t remember how she got there. But she smells like a storm from another time, and that scent is about to change everything. Park and Key, longtime friends and misfits of Mercer, take her in—one fascinated, the other suspicious. As they uncover the mysteries of her past, they find themselves tangled in a web of forgotten histories, secret societies, and a reality they were never meant to question. Time folds. The past whispers. And in a world where water is worth more than gold, the girl with the rain might just be the key to everything. A mind-bending dystopian fantasy soaked in jazz, opium smoke, and the scent of lost memories. Mystery, time distortion, and a city lost in its own legend A girl who shouldn’t exist—and the men drawn into her storm Secrets buried beneath the market and the gatekeepers who guard them A journey through a world where the past is a whisper and the future is unwritten Here’s to something beautiful. Here’s to what comes next.

"Sorcerer Elite" follows Kai'len Imperia, in a world where medieval warfare collides with WW2-era sorcery, aspects, and supernatural forces. Tragedy looms in every corner, the enemy murmurs doubts into the faithful questioning what they believe in, is their faith that fragile? Do you believe everything you see, hear, and read? This is a tale of burning sacred texts, unspeakable horrors, and foreboding prophecies. When the unknown strikes, and mana runs dry, sometimes all that’s left is an old shotgun, a rusty knife and sheer will. Step into the world of Eschalon and follow Kai'len’s harrowing path to becoming a "Vereigh Vower"—the Bounded Ruler's Vow.

Agent 202. Her entire life she has been sent out onto life or death missions. All was well, or as well as they can be for her, until her latest mission. She was to find the specified target and kill them on sight. She quickly went to the location HQ sent her and found the specified target walking down a crowded rode. Blending in with the road she walked up to the man, pulled out a knife and stabbed him through the back and into the heart and quickly took the knife out. The man only got to let out a scream before he died, however the scream caused people to look over and panic. Agent 202 tired to use the frenzy to escape, but fate had other plans. Someone knocked into her, pushing her into the road. The last things she saw was headlights. *I do no own the cover art, but I also don't know who made it*

Everyone has their own struggle and happy moment in their lives, many fell to their own temptation to end their life in their journey to reach their end goal. From zero to infinity, from infinity to zero, the countless choice in this life is nothing but a way to reach a happy and fulfilling ending. However, that very choice, is also a death trap to reach an early end. “I have no regret if I could be with you, as long as you’re by my side, as long as you keep holding my hand, I do not regret anything…” The story of one man wanting to stay together with the one he loved is about to start. “You and I, we will always be together. Even if you die… I will follow you soon! With this knife in my hand, we will always be together. Without regret, without pain, with only love, I will be with you… Even in death.” The devotion of a woman to stay with her loved one is about to begin.