Battered Thesaurus

Daniella hates the holidays. To her, they’re anything but magical. Christmas? A snowy night stole her parents in a car crash. New Year’s Eve? That’s when she caught her fiance cheating. Even Halloween is cursed, her beloved cat died on that very night. Every holiday brings heartbreak, so Daniella does the only thing that keeps her sane: she escapes to her secluded beach house, far from festive cheer and painful memories. But this Christmas, peace isn’t on the agenda. A storm delivers an unexpected guest, a mysterious, storm-battered man lying unconscious on her beach. Naked, injured, and with no memory of who he is, the man she calls Alpha is both a puzzle and a challenge. As Daniella cares for him, she discovers that Alpha is not from her world. He’s brave, loyal... and hilariously clueless. Whether it’s figuring out a coffee machine or misunderstanding basic human customs, his antics turn her quiet life upside down, filling it with unexpected humor and warmth. Alpha isn’t the only one out of his depth. When Daniella is drawn into his world, where packs, titles, and deference to her new role as Luna await, she finds herself equally lost. Why does everyone bow when they see her? What’s with all the formalities? Together, Daniella and Alpha stumble through their new realities, bringing laughter and light into each other’s lives. As their bond deepens, Daniella begins to rediscover the magic she thought she’d lost of holidays, love, and belonging. But as Alpha’s memories return, so do the responsibilities of his true identity. With Valentine’s Day approaching, Daniella must decide: will she embrace the life and love Alpha offers, or will the pain of her past keep her from claiming her destiny?

[WSA Entry 2025] [Disclaimer: This is not a story for the faint-hearted. It explores the darkest aspects of humanity—where morality is shattered, and power takes its place. Most readers won’t have the courage to face this unrelenting descent into shadows. I'm once again telling you if you can't handle deaths and violence and you seek happiness then please do not even touch this Novel. But maybe, just maybe, you’re different. Strong enough to confront the abyss and see what lies beyond. if so Prove it.] [Synopsis]: In a world teetering on the edge of chaos, seven empires vie for dominance, each more ruthless than the last. At the heart of this dark tapestry lies Narzan, a nation feared and despised, where cruelty is law and ambition a deadly game. The lands of mortals are but a fragile sanctuary, bordered by forbidden realms—the infernal Demon Realm, where nightmares are born; the accursed Lost Soul Realm, where the damned wander endlessly; and the enigmatic Elven Kingdom, shrouded in secrets and ancient power. These realms whisper of horrors and treasures that could reshape the very fabric of existence. Above it all looms the Arcana veli, an ancient force that binds life, death, and destiny. It stirs ominously, its threads tangling with shadows of betrayal, vengeance, and destruction. In this world where the strong devour the weak, hope is a fleeting illusion, and mercy is a tale for the foolish. Veythor is a man cursed by the fates, his existence a relentless cycle of suffering. Across three lives, he has endured betrayal, torment, and death. On Earth, he was a man broken by those he trusted—betrayed by family, ruined by love, and condemned to die in despair. In his second life, he met an even crueler fate, falling prey to monsters in human form. But Thalvoria, his third life, is the cruelest of all. A vast and merciless world, Thalvoria is ruled by beings of unimaginable power. Here, mages can sunder mountains with a thought, empires rise and fall in rivers of blood, and forgotten gods slumber beneath the earth. Mythical beasts stalk cursed forests, and the lands themselves seem to hunger for suffering. In Thalvoria, even the heavens cast shadows, and every choice is a gamble with damnation. Yet Veythor, battered and scarred, refuses to succumb. Haunted by memories of his past lives, he begins to weave his pain into something more dangerous. Every betrayal fuels his resolve, every scar sharpens his will. As the balance of power begins to shift and the Weave of Magic tightens its grip on the world, Veythor sets his sights on a singular goal: to seize control of his cursed destiny, no matter the cost. But in a land where salvation and damnation are two sides of the same coin, what will remain of a man who refuses to die? When the world itself hungers for blood, Veythor will rise—or he will drag all of Thalvoria into the abyss with him.

At the pinnacle of success, the cost of fame is often measured in sacrifices. To Eleanor Hartwell, unbeknownst to her, it was her marriage. When she realized what she had lost, it was already too late. When one soul fades from your life, another will quietly step in to fill the empty spaces left behind. After all the ache and suffering, Eleanor finds herself falling in love again. However, fate cruelly strikes her again, leaving her more battered and broken. For the second time, she was abandoned. Is there really something wrong with her, or is there someone who wants her to suffer? ----- Daniel looked at Eleanor with sad eyes. “How did I love you?” Ellie’s heart sank. He had forgotten how. She did everything to remind him, but his mind was already filled with someone. She turned to the man who made her whole again, but only contempt and hatred were etched on his sharp eyes. “How can I ever love you?” Everything was a lie. Everything was made for her to suffer. Eleanor bit her cold, quivering lips. When someone returned to her side and did everything to paint her world bright again, she could only ask them, “How am I supposed to love you back?”

In the heart of the glass-scorched desert, Vivia and Skeil navigate the treacherous dunes in search of lost ruins and untold riches. Their battered magitech buggy grinds over crystalline sands, each breath filled with grit and the ever-present danger of the wasteland. When they stumble upon a towering spire of iridescent crystal, its presence more than a mirage, they realize their journey is far from simple treasure hunting. The ruins hide something ancient, pulsing with raw magic—something that should have remained buried. As the desert stirs and unseen forces awaken, the duo must decide: claim their fortune or escape with their lives.

“Congratulations, you have been hired as the personal assistant…” “Really!” Grace exclaimed even before Jace Brandon, the CEO of Brandon Corporations could finish his statement. The growing sparkle in Grace’s eyes did not escape the keen sight of Jace. “To my son,” he completed. “Yes, I’m very much delighted to take up the position of the personal assistant to … your what?!” Grace’s eyes almost popped out of their socket as she completed “son?” listlessly. “You heard me right,” Jace replied coldly as he stared at Grace. “Is that not the same as being employed as your child’s nanny?” Grace asked doubtfully. “If you want to put it that way, yes.” Jace replied nonchalantly. “In other words…” Grace began. “You are officially my son’s nanny, if you accept the offer,” Jace Brandon completed. “If there is nothing else, this interview is officially over.” ********* Grace Fowler, who had always dreamt of becoming a top designer in the biggest designing firm in the country was blacklisted for exposing sensitive company information due to a set up by the ones she trusted the most— her boyfriend and her kid sister. Shattered and battered, she set out for greener pastures in an unknown land and ended up being hired as a nanny to the son of Jace Brandon, the wealthiest billionaire in San Francisco. But the scariest thing was when her job description was gradually amended to not only taking care of the five year old autistic son of the CEO but the widowed CEO himself. What does the future hold for her when suddenly, everything around her begins to change and her past comes calling again with the sudden appearance of her boss’s late wife. Will Grace be able to let go of her past and embrace the joy of fighting for the heart of the man her heart yearns for, or settle for happiness in the arms of Trent, her boss’s cousin, who literally adores the ground Grace walks on?

In a world where magic reigns and darkness lurks, Kazuki Takashi endures a nightmarish cycle of abuse after losing his real parents. Adopted by a cruel family, his rage simmers until a field trip thrusts him and his classmates into a mystical realm, where a king asks for their help to save his kingdom from monstrous hordes. When Kazuki’s latent dark and electric powers emerge, he becomes the target of scorn, even from his closest friend. Banished and battered, he confronts his painful past, training relentlessly to surpass his limits. As he evolves from a broken boy into a powerful warrior, Kazuki seeks vengeance against those who wronged him. With the threat of gods looming and alternate realities colliding, Kazuki’s journey becomes a race against fate itself. Will he rise from the shadows to claim his destiny, or will he succumb to the darkness within? Discover his tumultuous tale of revenge and self-discovery in "The Dark Ascendance."

Battered, injured, jaded and marvellously wreaked. Luis Lee was one of the powerful ability users during the chaotic time of the apocalypse but that was until he found himself reincarnated in a magical world full of hunks and gorgeously powerful moon elves.  At that moment he thought, "Let's live a slow slutty life, (b)itches!" These long-eared hotties needed him for something and the new moon elf lord was determined to do nothing. However, an obnoxious system was added into the mix saying that he is reincarnated in a world of a book. System administrator: This world will usher an Apocalypse after a decade. So enjoy your stay (b)itch. Few days old moon elf lord: Will I ever get a proper rest? A story of a perverted soul who just wanted to get laid starts now. Author's Note: Bearers are another gender of the moon elves. They have PP but has the ability to 'bear children'. This concept is practically like an omegaverse- minus the heat. This is my first ever novel. :) The book cover is a commissioned art made by Kanl Art. Paid by the Author using all the love that the beloved readers gave to this book! Hihihi! Do not use without Author's permission. Contact me @ https://discord.gg/M6N3nDkA

The universe is filled with a nigh infinite variety of dangerous beings, however only those at the top of the food chain have the ability to tame and control the rest. Tamers are that very apex of life, able to contract most everything living and control them as they will. Akash Tagar, a tamer broken and battered by the tumultuous crimson hellscape that was his life, was on the verge of ending it all before a most fortuitous encounter. One with the strongest being in the entire universe, the Primordial Beast. Restoring Akash to his youth, the primordial offered him an opportunity to fulfill his remaining regrets if he agreed to complete a mission for him. After acquiescing, Akash is sent to the weakest and most primitive civilized planet in the universe. Now reinvigorated with youthful vitality, he must claw his way back to the top armed with the knowledge and experience of a top veteran. *** Join our Discord https://discord.gg/8zpBxnU63u

In a world where aristocracy reigns supreme and alliances are sealed through bloodlines and politics, Lady Elvira's life is dictated by tradition and expectations. But her defiant spirit refuses to be tamed. A single night changes everything when an enigmatic figure shatters the tranquility of a grand ball, leaving Elvira battered, bruised, and haunted by shadows no one believes exist. Determined to uncover the truth, Elvira faces disbelief from even her father, Lord Victor, who suspects her injuries are a ploy to cancel her impending marriage. As whispers of treachery echo through the castle halls, Elvira must navigate the maze of power, secrets, and hidden intentions. Her path collides with that of Lord Ronin, a noble with a rugged charm and a past shrouded in mystery. Drawn to each other despite the storm brewing around them, Elvira and Ronin must confront their growing feelings while battling unseen forces that threaten to unravel their lives. As danger closes in, Elvira must prove that her voice matters and her wounds are more than just physical. Will she emerge victorious in a society that seeks to silence her? And will Ronin be the ally she needs or the distraction that leads her to ruin? When courage meets peril and love blooms amidst chaos, Elvira’s journey becomes a tale of resilience, strength, and passion.

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

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

John Glenn Quagmire, Major General of the Imperial Republic. He was commanded to defend the City Fortress of the Imperial Capital, the Vatican. Unfortunately, before he was able to mount a proper defense, a series of unfortunate events led to a sweeping enemy victory, with him disgraced and then summarily executed by the enemy forces. With his last dying breath and battered self, he was filled with grief and regret because of his incompetence and the fact that he failed to save the lives of those under him. Eventually, he drifts into a long slumber in eternal darkness until a guiding light and a saving grace come to him. At the same time, in the cursed world of Terra, where the dead roam and consume the living, a man belonging to a race that has never existed is put on trial by the world to determine his worth of existence as a foreigner, granted existence. Is he someone who would be washed down in the echoes of death and subpar? Or a person worthy of saving the world itself? The Emperor Of Man Rises! --- Author's Discord Server: https://discord.gg/QykfUHd6Ta

Xu Xiuwen, who was battered and bruised, was reborn and found himself back at the farewell dinner after the college entrance examination. It was the year 2005. Facing the aggressive former love rival and the childhood sweetheart he once had a crush on, he decided to start a new life. After being reborn, he not only wants to recover the white moonlight that he missed in his previous life, but also builds his own business empire. Fame and fortune, career and love, he wants them all! ============ Translation Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to this novel. I am solely responsible for the translation efforts. If you like the novel, please help me by giving a review and power stones. This series is currently being hosted on Hiraethtranslation. For advanced chapters: https://hiraethtranslation.com/novel/rebirth-begins-with-rejecting-qingmei-childhood-friend/

Aurora Sage, known in the underworld by the code name Aura, is a legend and a five-star assassin who never misses her target. Cold, calculating, and mysterious, she's feared by all in the underworld. Her motto is simple: finish the job, get paid, and disappear. Logan Mason, is the national heartthrob, a top model and actor, with the face that melts the heart and a reputation for being untouchable. Arrogant yet irresistibly charming, Logan has the world at his feet and is used to being adored by everyone until he crosses paths with the wrong woman, the younger sister of a notorious mafia lord. Her bruised ego leads to Ethan's abduction, and the celebrity finds himself in an unexpected situation. When Aura is hired to eliminate the mafia lord, she doesn't expect to find the nation's golden boy, chained and battered in a basement. Against her better judgment, she rescues him because a girl in her she knows his fan. But the mission takes a sharp turn when Logan gets interested in her and gets entangled in her world. Aura tried her best to shake him off but it only made him more obsessed and clingy. But the shadows Aura works in are darker than what Logan can imagine. The enemies she made won't let her go unscathed and to protect the clingy Logan who won't leave her alone, she must confront her past and risk her future because falling for Logan might just be her deadliest mission yet.

Dear Reader, Have you ever had thoughts that questioned the reality around you? What is my true purpose in life? Why doesn't anybody like me? What do others have that I don't; what is this hidden secret behind the feeling of happiness? "Null is he...," that voice, "... who defies the creator," it all started with that dying whisper. He who was once just another speck of the tiniest speck of the universe would have to become the strongest for the sake of his true purpose in life. His lover? Blazing ambition? Treasured new friends? Witness the lengths that Null had to go through to understand what it meant to accomplish one's dreams and triumph over those who sought to crush them. His journey to defy the creator will leave him beaten, battered, and bruised as he chases a lost flame across the cosmos in a bid to keep his lover's soul from dying out. Will he meet his end the same as his predecessor, or will he and his misfit band of allies defy the natural order of the universe as chaos reigns wherever they go? If you've found yourself on a boring rock, craving adventures in an infinitely expanding vast of nothingness, then you're in for the time of your life! Gods and Devils, Angels and Demons, Unicorns and Rainbows, Laughter and Crying, Life and Death, Winning and Losing— all of that and tons more await!!! I've said my piece, now it's time for you, The Reader, to enjoy my most prized creation. Yours Then, Now, and Forevermore, The True Creator

The multi-verse is collapsing, and the fabric of reality is falling apart. Only the unity of Man and Mechs can transcend the apocalypse. “First off, Screw Mars!” Ten is losing his sight. Everything has been so wrong after the god-damned earthquake. Nothing’s been good. The apocalypse, perhaps? Ten could swear these were nothing like the tell-tales of ‘the apocalypse’. And just when he thinks it can’t get any more bizarre… BOOM! MARS KIDNAPS HIM! At first, it seems he’s been dragged out of earth, and somehow, to the red planet (against his will) for one reason: to pilot the advanced Martron NP1 combat machine in order to fight against growing factions opposing Mars. But soon, Ten learns there’s far more at stake. The multi-verse itself is collapsing. Cosmic bodies are smashing into one another. CHAOS! With everything on the brink of destruction, Mars sees Ten as their wild card for victory to their planet. But survival is no guarantee. Advanced gear training is a nightmare. Brutal drills leave him battered and many times, bruised. Other recruits for the rescue of the multi-verse make him feel like a cosmic misfit. And the ultimate insult? The annoying kid, Rod Aokimoto, is there too. As tension rise, Ten discovers an even greater truth. He’s not just Mars’ gear soldier; he’s the last ANOMALY. Now, with the multi-verse on the verge of annihilation, Ten must rise above the chaos, master alien techs, and prove what it truly means to be a blessed (or cursed) human. TAGS: SCI-FI ADVENTURE | INTERGALACTIC & GALACTIC WARS | TECHS & MECHA BATTLES | HUMAN + MACHINE | COSMIC CHAOS

At Ironclad Academy, where strength and skill determine one’s fate, Kade is just another nameless student, fighting to survive in a world ruled by elites. After a brutal match against a prodigy leaves him battered but unbroken, Kade begins to sense something unusual lurking within him—a connection to a forgotten legacy shrouded in darkness. As rival factions rise and ancient forces resurface, Kade must confront his hidden past and claim his destiny as the heir of shadows, or risk being consumed

In the aftermath of Shadows Protocol, the world remains a perilous landscape of covert missions, political intrigues, and underground conflicts. As tensions between nations escalate, Pakistan’s elite intelligence team, led by the seasoned agent Zayan Malik, faces their greatest challenge yet—a rescue mission fraught with deception, betrayal, and unexpected alliances. It all begins with the sudden and mysterious disappearance of Zayan during a crucial mission in Lebanon. Tasked with intercepting and dismantling joint Israeli and Indian covert operations, the mission ends in catastrophe. A massive explosion rocks the target area, and Zayan is presumed dead, caught in the blast. His team—comprising Ubaid, Irfan, Kashif, and Captain Rizwan—finds themselves reeling from the loss of their leader, grappling with grief, doubt, and a profound sense of betrayal. The mission, which had seemed straightforward, now hangs over them as an unsolved mystery. Ten days pass in an agonizing blur of mourning and frustration until Aaliya, the team’s brilliant intelligence specialist, intercepts a cryptic communication hinting that Zayan might still be alive, held captive in Israel. The faint hope reignites the team’s determination, and Major Hamza, their chief, authorizes a new mission. The stakes are higher than ever as they covertly enter Israel, operating under intense scrutiny and evading a network of traps. However, the trail leads them to nothing—a carefully orchestrated ruse to lure them into enemy territory. Humiliated and disheartened, the team returns home, their trust in the intelligence community shaken, but Aaliya remains unconvinced that this is the end of their search. Months pass with no solid leads until a fragment of intelligence surfaces, pointing towards an oil refinery in the depths of Iraq. The team, though battered by the earlier failure, seizes this opportunity. They gather their equipment, resolve bolstered by the possibility that Zayan might be closer than ever. Major Hamza authorizes the mission, knowing the risks but also understanding that this could be their last chance to save their comrade. The journey to Iraq is fraught with peril, the team navigating hostile terrain, avoiding enemy patrols, and using every trick in their book to remain undetected. Every step they take is a step closer to a potential ambush, but they move with purpose, each of them understanding that this is a mission they cannot afford to fail. The refinery stands in a barren desert, surrounded by armed guards, patrolled by drones, and fortified with defenses. The team moves under the cover of night, taking up positions around the target. Ubaid, Irfan, and Kashif, with the patience of seasoned operatives, wait for the perfect moment to strike. Aaliya monitors the situation from afar, guiding them through the labyrinthine pathways and providing vital surveillance. As dawn approaches, the atmosphere is electric with tension, every sound amplified in the quiet desert night. Suddenly, the operation erupts into a firefight, bullets ricocheting off metal structures and grenades detonating amidst the chaos. The refinery becomes a battlefield, the echoes of gunfire blending with the sounds of the desert. The team pushes forward, cutting through the defenses and leaving a trail of destruction behind them. They know the cost of hesitation—failure means losing Zayan forever, and they are prepared to make any sacrifice necessary. Deep within the refinery’s underground levels, they locate a fortified chamber. The sight inside shocks them—Zayan, their leader, chained and barely conscious, his body bruised and battered from days of captivity. Hope mingles with fury as they realize the true extent of his ordeal. Ubaid, his voice cracking, sends a desperate message back to Major Hamza: "الحمداللہ sir, Zayan is alive and he's with us, but he's badly injured. Mission accomplished."

Salvatore "Il Lupo" Conti, the most feared and ruthless mafia boss of 1960s Sicily, built an empire of blood and power, ruling the underworld with an iron fist. But not even his cunning and violence could fend off death. Succumbing to cancer at the age of 65, Salvatore takes his final breath, expecting the darkness of oblivion—or perhaps the fires of hell—to claim him. Instead, he awakens decades into the future, reincarnated in the body of Viktor Sokolov, a young, battered thug struggling to survive in the chaotic streets of post-Soviet Moscow. Stripped of his old identity but not his mind, memories, or instincts, Salvatore finds himself in an unfamiliar and brutal new world of corrupt officials, violent gangs, and ruthless oligarchs.

Between the howls and wails, the screams and cries of women being raped, and the villagers being eaten and butchered like cattle, there was a middle-aged man who was desperately running away while yelling his lungs out. ''Why.... WHY!!! YOU ABSOLUTE FUCKERS!!!'' His clothes were in tatters and marred in blood, with his body being barely able to function. His state was simply beyond recognition. As for where he was running to... It didn't matter... He just wanted to flee the hellish scene that was unfolding behind him. His remote village, the one he had lived in his entire life, was now a fiery beacon illuminating the night. ''Whyyyyy areeeeeee youuuuuuuuuu runninnnnnnnnnnng awwaaayyyy froooooom usssssssss?'' Terrifying low growls and voices could be perceived behind him, and every time he heard them, his body released adrenaline to try to override its limits, but to no avail as his injuries were just too severe. The humanoid creatures pursuing him were like shadows, barely distinguishable through the cover of the night. Their eyes, akin to black holes, were fixed on their prey as it struggled for its pathetic life. Their faint and sinister giggles kept reverberating through the darkness... *** As blood rushed up his throat and leaked at the corners of his mouth, his sinister appearance aggravated to where he resembled a devil. During his maniacal laugh, his punctured lungs had finally given out, causing his whole body to collapse on the ground and dyeing it a scarlet shade. His mind went blank, while his consciousness left his battered body. *** After what appeared to be a few minutes, he suddenly woke up. He was startled at first, but he soon realized that he had indeed died. Everything around him was black, without an ounce of life in sight. He was basically a spirit floating in the absolute void. ''So this is what happens when you die... You just drift in darkness... That's actually underwhelming. I wonder if I'll just fade away'' When Derrick's thoughts started to drift, a prompt appeared in front of him. [Welcome to System Nemesis, Derrick Tarlin] [Would you like to seek revenge? Yes/No]

After losing everything. Power, life, family and the most precious thing his Virginity. Alsen was kicked out of his family with nothing. With no parents, no home and no roof over his head, Alsen sought to be buried six feet under and wished he could stop living but death seemed to perceive his yearning and flee away from him. He was betrayed by his people. His Alpha boyfriend and his dear Omega white lotus brother. He had no choice but to flee the city wounded and battered with the petty cash he had at hand. Fate played him in an even more horrible way. He found out he was pregnant with a bastard child and his world came crumbling. He couldn't take good care of himself let alone him having another mouth to feed. Where does he turn to when he doesn't even know who got him pregnant? How was he going to survive in a new environment with nothing to his name? A pregnant male omega. Note: This book contains a lot of smut. Smut will be the main theme in this novel with all our characters, main and supporting characters. I'm considering getting serious with smut in a round of 30 chapters. In case of any gift, I will give one bonus chapter..... 500+ plus coins 2 bonus chapters

Legend speaks of the mad king, a man whose power could effortlessly shake mountains, summon tornadoes and tame the fiercest of beasts with a single glance. Some claim he used his great power for evil others claim that fear and envy drove the nations to unite against him. In the end, their combined strength brought him down, but with his final breath, he casted a spell that would ensure he returned to the world once more. Centuries later, Ayasha’s life changes forever on the day of her awakening. Marked as the bearer of the Mad King’s legacy, she becomes a target for those who fear her potential as his vessel and guarded by those who believe she is their salvation . Pursued relentlessly, she is forced into a desperate act of magic that leaves her body behind and her soul transmigrates into a battered body of a slave in the lower realm. In this world, magic is suppressed and a mysterious plague spreads across the land, mutating the strong and killing the weak. The native survivors are driven into brutal conflicts over the last fertile lands. Ayasha must uncovers the truth behind the plague, go against her destiny as a vessel and find a way to return home before all she loves is lost. Every step she takes inches her closer to a power that could potentially destroy the world… or save it.

Celestia Aster always knew her luck was terrible, but learning she’s a cannon fodder in an unfinished novel? That’s a new low. On her twentieth birthday, she regains memories of her past life and discovers she’s doomed to die saving the heroine– all for the male lead’s tragic love story. What’s worse? In her past life, she’d paid to read this nonsense! Determined to change her fate, Celestia swears off her family’s indifference, the male lead’s drama, and the pitiful life of a pushover. But just as she starts to set her life straight, her three worldviews are once again shattered. First, her emotionally-constipated father– who once couldn’t tell her from a houseplant– suddenly starts awkwardly doting on her. Then, scheming Brother #1 flips his villain switch and starts sabotaging people for her. Rude Brother #2, the human thesaurus of profanity, now uses his sailor's mouth to curse out her enemies. Even the youngest, who used to look at her like she’d sprout fangs, has turned into a limpet, clinging to her like she’s his favorite stuffed toy. And just when she thinks things can’t get any weirder? The Crown Prince– the overpowered terror of the protagonist squad– decides he wants her… on his payroll. Mom, pick me up. I’m scared…

Deep in the Dungeons of The Vampire continent, Vascalo, The sounds of a werewolves screams and howls reach far beyond its walls. Each day the same phrase echoes throughout the halls... "Vermouth...." Alpha, The Prince of all werewolves is a prisoner of Vascalo, is improsoned, being ruthelessly tortured day by day, by his psychotic ex vampire lover, each day crying out, "Vermouth." But after over a 150 years of torment he is finally set free and heads out on a quest of unquenchable Vengeance. Who or what is the mysterious Vermouth, and how did it lead to his imprisonment? And most of all will he enact Revenge on the woman who held him captive for 150 years? Excerpt from the story "Which do you choose?" A woman with pale white skin softly chanted. "Sex... or Suffering?" She stood over a man in chains licking her lips at him lustfully. The man below her, was a complete abomination. He had tattered skin and battered bones, torn apart from years of sadistic torture. His thick black hair had grown long both on his head and his face, nearly reaching the ground from both ends, and a smell as foul as death emanating from his pores. And yet... As the woman gazed upon the man, she looked at him not as an ugly monster, not of a broken soul, but as if he was the most beautiful object that occupied her world. The man leaned up, straining to look up at his captor through the chains that restrained him. As his frigid blue eyes met his captor, a silent rage poured over him. "I... will....." This story was inspired by Berserk the manga and is incredibly gory and may have traumatizing subject matter.

As the leaves of autumn painted the ground in hues of gold, a father and son drove along a road stretching far away from the city under a rainy sky. Their destination was a large, dilapidated house hidden deep within the forest, an inheritance passed down through their family. For now, this battered mansion was their best, if not only, option. However, due to an unexpected work emergency, the father had to return to the city. Left alone in the grand house, Jack noticed a glimmer he had never seen before amidst the howling wind and the gentle patter of rain on one particular afternoon. Consumed by a sense of curiosity and mystery, Jack decided to follow the light. Unaware of what this sudden decision would bring.

A battered and retired Talon is commanded back to the organization that once cast him aside. The force he has served his entire life, known as Mother, is now in constant pain, and only a few of her sons, including Talon, remain alive after hundreds were slain by an unknown enemy in a single day. With the destruction of the order that had sworn to protect humanity from monstrous forces, Talon has no choice but to fight once more. Driven by rage and loyalty, he must confront his enemies and exact vengeance on those who have hurt Mother.

In the enchanting realm of the Forest Empire, a war hero named Maximilian and a captivating noble lady, Sienna, fell deeply in love. Their romance blossomed amidst the chaos of battle, their bond forged through shared triumphs and sorrows. However, their happiness was not destined to last. Bitter betrayals and misunderstandings tore the lovers apart, leaving Sienna to reluctantly accept an unhappy marriage to a man she did not love. Maximilian, heartbroken, turned to his loyal comrade-in-arms, Amara's, and the two wed. Though Amara's faced hostility from those who coveted Maximilian's affections, her unwavering devotion never wavered. She cherished her husband, determined to mend the rift that had formed between them. Tragically, Amara's one day witnessed Maximilian and his former lover in a passionate embrace. Consumed by the agony of betrayal, she demanded a divorce, leading to a violent confrontation that left her confined and isolated. In this state of duress, Confined and isolated, Maryanna gave birth to twins. Due to the medicine someone was feeding her, she had a mental break and attempted to harm her own children before narrowly escaping her imprisonment. Wracked with the anguish of her actions, she believes her twins are dead because of her. Amara's ultimate fate remains shrouded in mystery, her disappearance leaving those she left behind haunted by whispers of her tragic demise. Will Amara's find the strength to overcome her anguish and reclaim her life? Can Amara's love for Maximilian withstand the tempestuous storms that have battered their union? is she going to be happy ? or she will go back to her old life ? ( it contains violence) •••••••••••• story "I made a mistake; that's all it was." ~~~~~ "You cannot force me to sleep with you, even if I am your wife." ~~~~~ "No! Please, untie me now!" ~~~~~ " will you marry me?" "Yes." ~~~~~ "He doesn't love you; he loves me!" ~~~~~ "Max, please let me go. I don't want to live like this." ~~~~~ "Do you love me? My love, I know you don't, so please sign this paper." ~~~~~ "Mother-in-law, I did not kill my children! I did not hurt them. Max, please believe me!"

In the stillness of the evening, a sudden, deafening thud shattered the tranquil silence. Zarah’s father, recognizing the uninvited intruders, attempted to flee, only to be seized and brutally beaten by two brawny men. Her mother and sisters watched in horror as their beloved patriarch choked on his own blood. From the shadows, a sinister figure emerged, brandishing a cigarette and cloaked in a woolen coat. "You've ignored my warnings, and now you expect me to show mercy?" He snarled, standing over Zarah's father as he pleaded for his life. "I gave you plenty of time to pay back what you owed. But you ran away with my money, your family, and my cocke." "Please, please, we can work this out!" Zarah's father begged, spitting blood from his battered mouth. The man shook his head, his cruel smirk widening. Too late, amigo," the man sneered. Without hesitation, two gunshots rang out. Zarah's eyes fluttered open, the world a watery blur. What she saw silenced her forever. Her father's head was bashed and bleeding, her mother's stomach torn open. A scream ripped from Zanah's throat, tugging at Zarah's heart. Tears streamed down her face as the horrific realization set in. They were gone.

Heaven's Sin follows the journey of Li Baifeng, a young man living in the impoverished village of Clearwater Hollow. Burdened by the crushing weight of his family's struggles, Baifeng dreams of strength and power to protect. Baifeng discovers an ancient text, the Primordial Ascension Scripture, which promises the ability to harness Qi, a mystical energy that flows through all things. However, with no guidance and no means to access proper training, Baifeng’s path is fraught with hardship. As Baifeng secretly begins to cultivate Qi, he faces physical pain and emotional turmoil, all while hiding the scripture from those around him. His body is battered, he endures through sheer will. In a life defined by poverty and struggle, Baifeng must navigate his own path to power, all while grappling with the weight of protecting his family and the burden of an unimaginable destiny.

In "The Dark Twilight," we dive into a world filled with mystery and danger as the heroine, Kaida, with her silver hair and blue eyes, embarks on a journey full of challenges to uncover the fate of her missing brother. The city, battered by rain and storms, hides dark secrets, especially the "Oblivion Spire," which is said to consume the souls of those who approach it. With an ancient book containing mysterious powers, Kaida faces evil creatures and incomprehensible forces while uncovering secrets beyond her expectations. In a world where myths intertwine with reality, Kaida begins to discover unexpected abilities, but the question remains: what is the true purpose of this book? And what role does she play in events greater than just the search for her brother?