Flats Twitch

"Fairy, don't be afraid. I'm not the Devil Leader." "But your Blood Sea Phenomena, White Bone Daoist Palace, countless Soul Banners, and your World-Destroying Demon Knife prove that you are a Devil Leader." "Fairy, you've misunderstood me. I'm actually a good person who carries a knife. The one I just killed is the true Devil Leader." "He is my husband!" Ji Changsheng's eyes lit up. It was simply marvelous.

[Warning: Mature Content Included] After stepping on a landmine, Qin Yan never expected she would be blown into another world—let alone a world full of beastmen! That alone was something she could handle, but what truly rattled her was how she, a person valued at millions back on Earth, was now being sold for a measly bag of unrefined salt that wouldn’t even cost her a dollar to buy in a side stall. People line up to see her on Earth but here, she was purchased at a bargain price and treated like a discarded, secondhand dog bowl! If that wasn’t enough to crush her pride, she was then thrust into an arranged marriage with a brutish bear-man—only for him to reject her outright? Qin Yan seethed, ready to tear his snout off. “No way am I marrying her! Just look at her! She’s flat in all angles, no curves! If I didn't know better, I might even mistake her for a man without any milk jugs to offer. Who would be blind enough to choose her?” he roared, pointing rudely at the stunned and speechless Qin Yan. All... FLAT??? N-No curves?! No milk... milk jugs?! ‘Then just marry a cow, you disgusting pervert!’ she fumed internally, her face flushed with rage and wanted to cry foul in upset. ‘Boohoo! I’m just a late bloomer, these… these pair of kumquats will grow eventually into juicy melons lateeer! You hateful bear! Even if he drools and beg for it later, she will never let him have a piece! Qin Yan swore but it seemed fate had a twisted sense of humor. "Woman, leave that fool and come with me. If he refuses, I won’t hesitate to bite and poison him to death." A feral voice hissed as a violent gust of wind swept the air, followed by a piercing screech. A huge pair of wings covered the once blinding ray of sun. "Hey, worm! You think you can skip ahead of me?" A second beastman growled from above, his voice laced with authority. "I called dibs first—ah no. She’s actually carrying my child! Right, she is. So, get lost while I'm being nice!" Wait... wha—? What, what child, what dibs? Qin Yan stood frozen, thunderstruck. C-Crazy... These crazy madmen! I’m only nineteen! How could I wantonly associate with so many men? Let alone two annoyingly handsome beasts! I refuse to be seduced! Shit! Oh god, I know I'm a head-turner, sexy and pretty! But… But why are all these beastmen suddenly fighting over me now, when they used to avoid me like the plague?! In any case, faced with the brooding sight of the crimson bear, Qin Yan gulped and clung tightly to his fluffy fur, looking as if she had been wronged. "Darling! Hubby! I don’t know these two men. Ah, they’re both con-artists, just trying to ruin our marriage!” Qin Yan pointed at them accusingly. “L-Leave me alone! I’m already married!" ---- WSA2025 Entry #beasts #transmigration #beautyandbeasts

[Processing dead body... 45%... 56%... 99.9%... ding!] [Error.] [Reprocessing dead body... soul found... ding! 2%... 5%... 59%... 67%... 99%... ding! 99.9%] [Process incomplete.] The woman had red hair that glowed like embers. Her face was strikingly fair, but her entire body appeared faintly transparent like glass under sunlight. She blinked, disoriented, as her gaze settled on a hideous, robotic bird hovering nearby. Its sharp, angular body looked mismatched, with awkwardly stiff wings and an oversized beak that glowed menacingly. It was focused on her lifeless body on the ground, shooting thin, bright laser beams across her body. Hazel stared at the bird, her figure stiffening. "What in the world..." she whispered, her voice echoing faintly. If you're confused, let me explain. Just a few minutes ago, Hazel had been driving, enjoying the breeze through her open window. That's when she noticed a tiny puppy stranded in the middle of the road, trembling and helpless. Her instincts kicked in. Without thinking twice, she swerved, steering the car sharply to avoid hitting it. The puppy was safe. But Hazel wasn't. Her car had crashed, and she died instantly. Now, Hazel had become a ghost. Her body felt strange—light and weightless, yet she could feel every movement as if she were still alive. She floated, her hair billowing as though caught in an invisible current. Then came the noise. Ding! The sound was loud, sharp, and mechanical. Hazel flinched, looking around until her eyes landed on the robotic bird. It was still scanning her dead body with its obnoxious laser beams, beeping and whirring as if annoyed at its own failures. Hazel frowned, watching it from a distance, but after what felt like the tenth scan, her curiosity got the better of her. She floated closer, hovering near the hideous creature. It twitched, almost startled by her presence, before it froze completely. Ding! [Process complete] [Congratulations, soul number XOXO, for binding with the Baby-Raising System!] Hazel blinked, her ghostly hand clutching at her chest out of habit—forgetting she had no heartbeat anymore. "The what system?" [Newbie Packet detected! Festive Season Bonus activated for Host.] Ding! [Opening gift automatically… Bonus Daddy included in every world.] She froze, her hands dropping to her sides. Her mouth opened slightly in disbelief as the robotic bird chirped happily, almost smugly. "Wait... what? Bonus Daddy?!" Hazel's transparent figure seemed to flicker with frustration. Her chest rose and fell as if she was still breathing, though no air passed through her. The bird made another cheerful ding! sound, completely ignoring her shock. "What is this? Some kind of sick prank?" Hazel muttered, pacing in her ghostly form. She glanced at her lifeless body again, then back at the bird, her mind racing. She was dead. That much was obvious. But now she was... stuck in some baby-raising system? "What the heck is going on?" Hazel hissed, throwing her hands up.

I'm Xavier Cromwell, a 21-year-old university student and web novel author. My days are pretty routine—attending classes, managing assignments, and squeezing in time to write my novel "RISE FROM THE ASHES". Today seemed no different, the steady clatter of my keyboard filling the room as I crafted another chapter. But then the doorbell rang, interrupting my flow. DING! I sighed, reluctantly pushing away from my desk and heading to the door. Little did I know, my life was about to take a turn I never saw coming. The moment I opened the door, something—or rather someone—came barreling into me. It was like a pink blur, and before I could even react, I was on the floor, knocked flat by what felt like a human missile. Clutching onto me, the pink rocket—no, a girl, her arms wrapped tightly around me—gazed up with sparkling eyes and, in the sweetest, most endearing voice, she whispered: "I've finally found you, my HUSBAND~" *** Note: The story takes place in an alternate universe, with a different geography and countries. Genre: Action, Adventure, Fantasy, Romance, Smut, Yandere, Mecha, Harem, Sci-fi A/N: [About NTR and Yuri] "No one will be harmed. I swear to God." "The NTR B*stards butchered every Vanilla Fans when they took over Webnovel." "I am not those B*stards. I am Rex... Rex_Ashburn."

Apollo Musashi, the main character is a hard worker. Training each day to get stronger and stronger. He has aspirations of being above everything and has the will to make it happen. With this story I dream of bringing back old Shounen and characters that are mean in just the right way. I've seen many new shows try to make their characters as nice as possible, and although I'm making my character nice, he going to be a bit of a pain in the ass. I'm going to try to make the most realistic characters I can make within the confines of this verse. I watch most things nowadays realizing many of these character are just too unbelievably nice with no outbursts and I find that entirely unrealistic. No, I'm not going to have a harem for the main character, because that too I believe is entirely unrealistic from the real world. Without a further adue, I hope you like it.

Senior Server Felix stood at the front of the church, his voice steady and solemn as he greeted the congregation. “Our help is in the name of the Lord,” he intoned. “Who made Heaven and Earth,” the people responded in unison, their voices matching his reverent tone. “Today, we initiate new members into this divine and holy Order,” Felix continued. “Today, we welcome new brethren into the bosom of our Lord Jesus Christ.” At the back of the church, Louis sat on one of the few single chairs, his posture slightly slouched as his focus remained on a sheet of music in his hands. The title read, "Brightest and Best – Key of A-flat." 'Why didn’t Gramps give me an F or G? A-flat is so difficult, and I only have three days to finish it,' he grumbled silently, his brow furrowing in frustration. But he dared not voice his complaints. He could already imagine his grandfather assigning him even more difficult pieces—F-sharps and endless A-flats—as punishment. From the front of the church, a serene voice called out, “Harry! Step forward!” Louis glanced up, momentarily pulled from his inner musings. His eyes landed on a girl stepping forward from the pews. She had black hair neatly styled in a bun and striking green eyes that seemed to shine with warmth and composure. Dressed in a modest brown dress and black sandals, with a rosary resting gracefully around her neck, she exuded a calm, dignified presence. Her tanned skin and graceful demeanor only added to the aura of reverence surrounding her, befitting an Altar server. 'Sigh,' Louis thought as he brushed a hand through his white hair, his blue eyes softening with a mix of admiration and envy. 'I wonder what it’s like to be an Altar server. They all seem so pure and divine… and powerful.' Just as he returned his attention to his music, a calm, gentlemanly voice spoke beside him. “You could also be an Altar server, if you’re interested.” “Huh?” Louis blurted out, snapping his head to the side. But no one was there. “What in the name of Jesus is going on here?” he muttered, glancing nervously around. “At least you know my name,” the voice replied again, seemingly amused. “What?” Louis whispered, his heart beginning to race. "I'm certain you will be a good server," the voice said, calm yet enigmatic. Louis narrowed his eyes, still searching for its source. "Who are you?" "I have many personalities. I have many names," the voice replied with an air of mystery. "It’s your choice which one you accept." "You’re not making any sense," Louis muttered, growing more unsettled. "Blessed are those who have not seen but believed…" Before Louis could respond, his vision blurred, and the world around him seemed to melt away. He jolted awake, gasping for air. His hands clutched the crumpled sheet of music, its corners bent from his restless grip. His head teetered precariously over the edge of his bed, a faint ache in his neck reminding him of the awkward position he’d been in. "Holy Mother of Jesus!" he exclaimed as he lost his balance, tumbling off the bed in a heap of blankets and scattered papers.

Theron and Kael have been inseparable since childhood—a clever, sarcastic gnome and a confident, troublemaking werewolf prince. Together, they’ve terrorized their teachers, stolen cookies from the palace kitchens, and declared themselves “brothers for life.” But when Theron accidentally discovers he’s Kael’s fated mate, he knows the universe must have made a mistake. Why? Because Kael has spent years describing his dream mate in nauseating detail: “Big-breasted, long-haired, and so hot they’d melt snow just by walking into a room.” Theron stares at his reflection. Flat chest? Check. Short hair? Double check. Definitely not hot enough to melt snow. The Moon Goddess must be having a bad day. His solution? Pretend he doesn’t know. Ignorance is bliss, right? Hide, Gnomes were best at hiding. Except Kael eventually finds out. And chaos ensues. “You’re my mate?” “Uh… no, I’m not. You’ve got the wrong gnome. Goodbye!” Theron yells, making a break for it. Kael isn’t having it. He chases him down like a wolf on a hunt. “You think you can outrun me? You’re like, three .” “Four feet!” Theron snaps, before getting tackled. Now, Theron is stuck with a mate who won’t take no for an answer. “You said you like big-breasted girls! Look at me—I’m a twig!” Kael shrugs, grinning. “I’ve decided I like twigs.” “What about long hair?” “Yours is short, but it’s cute.” Theron throws up his hands. “I’m not sexy!” Kael smirks. “Not yet. But give me some time.”

"You are lying!" she retorted, her voice ringing with a blend of indignation and despair as she surged to her feet and crossed the space to his side. Her anger struck him as somewhat bemusing, and in a different circumstance, he might have been tempted to applaud her unyielding spirit. "I am an apex predator. I am what monsters and all things wicked fear. How could you imagine I would concern myself with something as fickle as emotions, let alone for a witch?" he asserted, his words delivered without the slightest quiver of doubt. His words landed like a blow to her very core. She had never anticipated such a stinging rebuttal from him. "If you can look me in the eye and tell me you feel nothing for me, then I'll leave you alone," she challenged, her tone calm amid the raging storm of emotion that churned within her. Her words felt like a knife piercing through his cold heart, leaving Damien to grapple with the weight of her final statement. He hesitated for a few fleeting moments before lifting his gaze to meet hers. "I don't," he declared, the words slipping from his lips with austere finality. Lauren's heart sank upon hearing his response; she sensed within her that he was not speaking the truth, but what recourse did she have? Before she could utter another word, the ringing of her phone pierced the solemn air. Engaging with the call, she answered, "Hello, Director." Briefly acknowledging the conversation, she swiftly concluded, "Alright, I'll be there," before ending the call. "Thanks for the meal once again," she offered in a flat voice, devoid of any discernible emotion. Damien found himself taken aback by the sudden shift in her demeanor, feeling the impulse to say something, but before he could gather his thoughts, she had already entered the elevator. Making her way towards the exit, she soon drove off, leaving Damien to stand before the towering windows, watching her departure with a silent ache lingering within him. As she disappeared, he turned his gaze inward, pondering the emptiness that seemed to pervade his residence. Reflecting on his actions, he found himself questioning whether he had made the right choice in pushing her away, but he understood that only time held the answers. This Novel tells a story of a halfie(half vampire half human) named Damien Voltorie. Some whisper of Damien Voltorie as a modern-day wolf of Wall Street, while others deem him the nation's most captivating bachelor. But beneath the veneer of wealth and charm lies a secret: Damien is a thousand-year-old vampire, haunted by a traumatic past and determined to remain in the shadows. Yet, destiny has a different plan. As the last descendant of the once powerful Voltorie vampire dynastyt he is bound by an ancient prophecy to a brilliant human, Lauren Turner. A captain of special operations of the National division of intelligence (NDI) and a gifted surgeon, Lauren is his fated partner. Together, they hold the key to saving both the human and supernatural worlds from a resurrected evil that once obliterated his kingdom eons ago. Faced with a choice between prophecy and isolation, Damien must decide: Will he heed the call of destiny and fight to save the world, or will he allow it to burn as his kingdom did? Can he overcome the isolation of his immortal existence and embrace the warmth of a human love, or will he succumb to fear and run? Join us as we step into a realm where the veil between worlds is thin, and the fate of both human and supernatural rests on the choices of one reluctant vampire.

Josep frowned as he looked at the few newspapers spread out on the table. In an instant, he understood Annelie's point. Seeing the seriousness of the situation, Josep waved his hand to the guards who were still in the room. ‘Leave us.’ he ordered. As soon as the guards left and the door closed. The atmosphere in the room became more private. Annelie, who had been watching Josep's movements unconsciously, sensed that something was different. Those orderly and deliberate movements, as if the leader was used to dealing with pressure. However, she could not forget what he was for yesterday. ‘All the commotion in town,’ Annelie said, pointing to a pile of newspapers, ‘has one brain behind it. And as Duke, you must immediately arrest whoever is responsible for this mess.’ Josep leaned back in his chair, his seemingly flat face hiding something that caught his attention. ‘So, you believe that all this social chaos has been organised by one person?’ Josep asked in a flat voice. Annelie nodded before continuing, ‘I've read all this over and over again. Although all of these papers were written by different authors and printed in different presses, their writing styles are suspiciously similar.’ Annelie began to point out some examples that could be used as evidence for her conversation that afternoon through the newspaper. ‘The key sentences used seem like they came from a single thought. This is no coincidence, a person or group must be controlling this information to set the narrative in Eldbourne.’ Annelie's continuation made Josep stare at the newspaper calmly. Although in the back of his mind, he knew that Annelie was off the girl's track. ‘When is Lord Harrington home?’ A question that annoyed Annelie because Josep was trying to divert the conversation from a topic that he thought was very important. ‘He should be home. But, what does that have to do with my father?’ Annelie asked in an annoyed tone. Josep did not answer directly. But the young man got up from his seat and walked over to Annelie before looking at her for a moment and saying, ‘I'll take you home.’ Annelie was surprised by Josep's change in demeanour. However, Annelie should not have delved further into the riots that took place in Eldbourne. The events of that day were the gateway that made Annelie always remember the impudence that changed the fate of her life in the future. Which is full of darkness and gripping secrets.

A young woman has her world shattered as she find herself in the midst of a reality bending turf war, as a race to find the culprit behind a series of strange incidents begins. Only through learning of the power to create mystical objects known as "constructs" will she be able to survive. Will she climb her way to the top, or fall flat like the many who came before?

Excerpts~ Her blood is a curse—a sweet, deadly curse that I can’t stop tasting. It coats my tongue, warm and heady, like it was made to undo me. I hate her for how good it feels. Hate myself more for not stopping. She doesn’t pull away. No, she’s watching me, her lips curving like she’s already won. Her pulse pounds against my mouth, steady and unafraid, and it makes me want to devour her whole. “Enjoying yourself?” she asks, her voice soft, taunting. I don’t answer. Can’t. My grip tightens around her wrist as I pull back, her blood still burning on my lips. She tilts her head, mockery gleaming in her eyes, and I know she’s baiting me. “Does it bother you,” she whispers, “how easily I let you take it?” The words cut deeper than they should. Before I can think, I shove her back against the wall, my body caging hers. Her smirk doesn’t falter. It dares me. Push harder. “You really don’t know when to stop,” I growl, my voice rough, guttural. “Neither do you,” she murmurs, her gaze dropping to my mouth. And then I snap. I crush my lips to hers, tasting blood and defiance and her. She gasps against me, her fingers curling into my shirt like she’s torn between pushing me away and pulling me closer. Every ounce of self-control I had shatters as I press harder, deeper, desperate to consume her completely. She shouldn’t feel this good. Kissing her should be a mistake. But the way she responds—the way her mouth moves against mine—feels like I’ve just ignited something I’ll never be able to extinguish. **** His kiss is fire. A raw, scorching blaze that steals the breath from my lungs and sets every nerve in my body alight. It’s unexpected, wild, and completely reckless—like him. For a moment, I freeze, my hands against his chest, ready to push him away. I should stop this. I need to stop this. But the heat of his mouth, the way his hands grip my waist like he can’t let go, makes it impossible to move. “Damn it, Killion,” I whisper against his lips, trying to muster the strength to pull back. But then he groans—low, desperate—and it unravels me. He kisses me harder, deeper, and I’m drowning in him. My fingers curl into his shirt, dragging him closer, even as my mind screams at me to stop. This is dangerous. He’s dangerous. But right now, I don’t care. His hands slide to my hips, gripping me like he’s afraid I’ll vanish. I hate how good it feels. Hate how much I want him in this moment, even when I know it’s a bad idea. When he finally pulls back, his breath ragged, his lips are swollen and red. His eyes lock on mine, dark and stormy, and I know we’ve just crossed a line we can never uncross. “You really don’t know when to quit,” I say, my voice shaky, trying to sound composed. His lips twitch, a shadow of his usual smirk. “Neither do you.” ***** In a world where power is the only currency and betrayal is a shadow at every corner, the fae and the demon must navigate a dance of lies and desires, where every touch is a weapon and every secret could shatter their fragile alliance. But as their game of cat and mouse spirals into something more dangerous, they'll discover the line between love and hate is thinner than they ever imagined. And in the Undercity, where hearts burn and, passion can be the deadliest weapon of all. Will she find the truth she seeks, or will she be consumed by the very darkness she's trying to escape?

Rowan sees beauty in death. The Order he has sworn to obey only sees defilement. As the reviled Caretaker of the Order, Rowan has accepted his role as a dutiful outcast because he believes it is the only way to prove his worth to the man who holds his sisters’ souls as collateral. With his magic and his voice, Rowan can absorb death and transform it, but only in ways the Order deems acceptable to maintain the stability of the reality it claims to protect Order must subdue Disorder. Reality must triumph over illusion. He is tainted and always will be. Rowan has never questioned those lessons, but that changes the night he harvests a crimson soul that is more than human and chooses to keep it a secret. When Rowan’s song transforms that soul into a beautiful and mysterious man he names Wren, he is forced to accept that sometimes duty is a lie and illusion is the only thing you can trust. As the fabric of the Order begins to unwind and a new kind of Disorder takes hold, Rowan will need to choose again, stand with the Order that held him down, or forge a new path with Wren at his side. He may be the only one who can restore balance to the worlds, but only if he can find balance within himself first. ************************************* Updates 3-4 times per week. Note: This story focuses on relationships. I promise an epic romance, lots of swoon-worthy moments, and a healthy amount of fluff. When it does get steamy…you might get burned. Fair warning for explicit content. I don’t shy away from my spice. There are lots of side characters and couples to fall in love with, in addition to the main couple. If you love the idea of found family, you will be happy. This book is set in a non-heteronormative world, so you will see various gender identities/expressions and types of love. ************************************* Excerpt (if you want the full steamy version, you will have to read the book!): Still reeling from the new magic that coursed under his skin and unsure of how to react to the desire that threatened to take control of him, Rowan froze. Wren's hot breath against his mouth sent a jolt of pleasure through his body, and he choked back a groan. A different kind of panic flared in Rowan's chest, burning him as if he were the one on fire. This was what he wanted, what he'd thought about every night since Wren left. But wanting more was one thing. Acting on it was another. He'd spent so much of his life hiding, he didn't know how to do anything else. One corner of Wren's mouth twitched as Rowan pulled away. When he attempted to free himself from Wren's grasp, Wren just hauled him closer. Rowan liked that he didn't have to think about what to do next. His bare chest thudded against Wren's torso, and the heat from Wren's body merged with Rowan's skin, melting him from the inside out. "What did you just do to me?" Wren's deep voice vibrated against Rowan's chest. "The Disorder of your illusion was holding you captive. I…I absorbed it." "Oh? Where did you learn to do that? Have I been gone that long?" Wren's grip loosened slightly on Rowan's wrists as if he was satisfied now that Rowan was practically sitting on top him. Rowan stared at Wren's lips. He opened his mouth to protest, but immediately closed it again. "I know you aren't going to say that I shouldn't touch you." Wren's free hand splayed over the small of Rowan's back. "Not when you started it." Rowan's breath hitched. "No. I'm not going to say that anymore. Not to you." "I thought you were afraid to be touched." Wren's fingers traced a circle over the curve of Rowan's spine as if testing for a reaction. "I know that I'm not afraid of you." Rowan waited for the panic to set in, but all he felt was desire. "With you, I want…" "You want what?" "I want more." Triumph flared in Wren's gaze before he narrowed his eyes. "Really? Then why are you still trying to get away from me?"

“Is Mr. Angelis there?” a hurried voice asked. The man introduced himself as Dereck. “No, Matt isn’t home. He’s in Brisbane until tomorrow,” Colette replied, her tone flat and resigned. She was ready to end the call and retreat back to the comfort of her bed when Dereck’s response froze her in place. He laughed. “Oh, is that what he told you?” A cold drop of fear slithered down her spine. “What is that supposed to mean?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper, a mixture of fear and anger lacing her words. There was a pause on the other end of the line, and Colette could almost hear the gears turning in Dereck’s mind as he realized his slip. “What?” She stammered, before abruptly cutting the call. Matheo would attend the gala with Iris, and they would be the perfect couple, the power duo that everyone admired. Meanwhile, Colette would be here, in this cold, empty house, a prisoner of her own despair. The realization was suffocating, the betrayal too deep to bear. Her heart ached with a pain so intense it felt physical, a crushing weight that left her gasping for breath. She sat down on the edge of the bed, her body trembling with a mixture of rage and sorrow. Tears streamed down her face, but she made no move to wipe them away. What was the point? The man she had loved with all her heart, the man she had trusted implicitly, had chosen another over her. He had lied to her, betrayed her, and now he was flaunting that betrayal in the most public way possible. But this was new! Now, he had started lying to her. So, that he could attend the gala with Iris without his "stupid, unreasonable" wife demanding to be taken to a public place with him? He wouldn’t want that burden on him now, would he? No, Iris would look much better in his arms, cool and sophisticated, with her intellectual talks to charm his potential investors. She knew the ins and outs of his business and it wouldn’t be the first time he had taken her to such events. The thought made Colette’s stomach churn. But tonight, something snapped inside her. The dead flower of her heart, long withered from neglect and betrayal, turned to a crisp. She had been humiliated, shamed, hidden away in secret, and lied to. Matheo had been afraid she would embarrass him? Now she would show him what true embarrassment felt like. Maybe her marriage was over. Maybe her husband had only ever wanted her for one thing: sex. If that was the case, then tonight, she would be the epitome of sex. She would get ready to seduce him in public, and the whole world would see the actual of their marriage before she left him forever. If he wanted her as the whore, he will get the whore.

When two contradicting forces converge, is it chaos or harmony? Is it fate or a flash of the unanticipated? And as the line blur we must ask: Is it real or just a figment of our adventurous minds? *** The world is closing in on Malia Baker. An all-time best selling author. She either writes, or she risks losing the contract that promises the peak of her career. Now just a step away. Plagued by the crushing weight of expectations, Malia falls into a cycle of writer’s block. leaving her drenched by endless emotional avalanche where nothing makes sense and everything feels flat. Desperate to rechristen herself and break free from the torturing paralysis, Malia falls asleep after a creatively draining day. But only to find herself in the mind of a killer, fueled with an insatiable thirst for revenge against his family. Davies Moore, tortured and betrayed by his family, has one clear goal: To watch the family tree go up in flames. but more than anything, to be the one lighting the match. He would stop at nothing to erase the Hernandez name from existence. But soon, A growing thorn keeps him torn between vengeance and desire when he meets Grace walker. A woman whose sudden appearance in his life throws it wildly off balance. *** The line between the author and character goes thin, and within that blur is a question hanging in the air: ‘Who are you really, Davies Moore?’

Follow Instagram @sere_nity_lee for new info novel of Serenity Lee [Mature content] [WSA 2022] || Vol 1-3 END "So, you are, my lecturer?" Audia asked as the two of them were on their way in Alvin's private car. Alvin cleared his throat once. "Yes, that is so." "No wonder I feel like I know your face," said Audia, matching her memory. "What do you teach, huh?" "Architecture." Audia nodded her head while her mouth formed an 'o' shape. 'Uh? .... Wait ... what?' Suddenly the nerves of her brain suppress the memory in the hippocampus. "Mr. Mandala?" Audia asked for sure. Which immediately got a nod from Alvin. "No way!" Audia screamed in disbelief. Her eyes narrowed at Alvin. "Why?" asked Alvin in surprise. A Mandala H, that's what Audia remembers when the new lecturer introduced himself when he first taught. Wearing a plaid shirt, smooth hair, neatly slicked back, glasses always perched on his sharp nose. Came with a bag containing his laptop and a textbook for teaching. Lecturer arrogant, pretentious cool, stingy smile, flat face, killer. Very different from Alvin who is now her husband. Unexpectedly 'that Mr. Mandala' and Alvin—her husband, turned out to be the same person. 'That annoying person turned out to be my husband?' she thought. 'Oh noooooo!' * * ******* ** The bride-to-be suddenly withdrew from the marriage due to an arranged marriage. Then run away and the news is not known. The groom-to-be was left speechless in front of the invited guests. Worry for a moment. Canceling the marriage contract or looking for an impromptu replacement bride. Until his eyes caught a woman in a white dress sitting among the invited guests. The other ones were students at his campus where he had just taught. As a substitute teacher. How will the story of their marriage continue? Will the seeds of love grow between these two strangers? With a myriad of question marks in the bride's heart, why was she chosen among the many other single women who were also present at the grand wedding of the son of one of Indonesia's well-known real estate entrepreneurs. cover: www.freepik.com === INCLUDE COLLECTION/TAP LOVE/ADD BEFORE READING. SO THAT THIS STORY IS IN YOUR READING LIST AND GETS NOTIFICATIONS WHEN NEW CHAPTER UPDATES ^^ CONTINUE SUPPORT THIS STORY, by throwing BLUE STONE'S POWER STONES FOR THIS STORY! — 1 POWER STONE WILL GET 1 FREE VOUCHER TO OPEN THE LOCKED BOOK. DON'T FORGET, A 5 STAR REVIEW YES! THANK YOU

Countless worlds span the universe! Hundreds of planets are civilized. Thousands are uncharted or unexplored. And all of them offer death to unwelcome visitors. But where to go? What to do? Need the best weapons and armaments modern technology can offer? Visit Alforro, where elves run the largest manufacturing companies this side of the known universe! Want a custom ship with mods unavailable anywhere else in the universe? Hurry over to Verrgal, home of the legendary dwarven engineers! Searching for the best organic, farm-grown steel? Then the hills of Buurzeim are a must-see, but make sure to offer a hefty tip to your giant tour guide! With so many worlds to manage, only the most vast and powerful planetary councils can do the job. But with all the varied opinions and agendas spanning the universe, it’s only natural that no single regime has managed to control it all. And always keep an eye open for outlaws. Whether you’re in the outer corners of the known universe or in the center of an intergalactic capital. Outlaws are everywhere… especially with the Mob Lords controlling the universal underworld. Luckily, the last Outlaw Overlord, the most wanted man in the universe, was done in less than two decades ago! In such a vast, chaotic universe, who would dream of adventuring as an outlaw? Why not become a bounty hunter in search of prestige and wealth? And there’s always an opening among one of the many intergalactic patrols, offering promotions to the most dependable, powerful soldiers! Then again, with no other option available, that’s everything Ayse can possibly dream of. To be an outlaw on the run! To see every sight imaginable! To explore an entire universe of fantastic worlds! Even if he has to avoid possible capture and death at every turn. But can Ayse survive that long? Will Ayse be able to dodge his unavoidable past without consequences? Can Ayse successfully form his own outlaw posse with his recruited, self-founded family? Or will Ayse drag his newfound friends into the deadliest conflict the universe will ever face, risking the total extinction of sentient life? ****************** A Sci-fi/Fantasy Epic!!! ~ Saturday MASS Releases! ~ Discord: https://discord.gg/akzn9SM5k9 Art by @itsjustfroggy, found on Youtube, Twitter, or Twitch! *Want YOUR name (or a name of your choice) in OoO? Gift a Magic Castle, Spacecraft, or Golden Gachapon. I'll reach out via Discord after you join the server, then we'll chat about your character/name ;) Join the server to chat with me or to vote in regular polls. Help improve the story while it's still being written!

Solo a god? ... Check! Earn all achievements? ... Double Check! Unlock the fabled [Isekai Quest] ... and get abducted into the game worlds?!! Infamous throughout the game "Worlds of Trodar," Rizz clears all achievements to unlock the exclusive [Isekai Quest]. Only, it's not a quest to pioneer a new server. It's a genuine contract for transmigration! Rizz awakens in a summoning circle, in the body of his most prized character, a goblin rogue. Back at lv. 1 with zero skills... And that's only the beginning of Rizz's troubles. All the gods are missing? All three pantheons?! Who the hell is the Diamond God, or the Crystalline Church!? What do you mean I can't go to high-level worlds? The world gates disappeared!?! ... With 2,000 years come and gone since all in-game events, Rizz has no idea where to look for answers. And what's with this [Achievement System]?! So what if there's a [Skill Spinner]? That's just a gatcha game to waste hard-earned skill points! There's not even a skill tree to go off of? Who the f*ck designed this thing!?! Yet... peasants will one day cry his name, in hope or disgust. Kings will cheer for their winnings and weep for their stolen treasures. Gods will be forced out of hiding, facing risks new and old. Because Rizz won't settle for conquering a single goblin tribe. He won't stop until all of his newfound brethren are unionized, across all worlds of Trodar! After that, with a few gods bribed out of retirement as support, Rizz's ambition only grows! To build a guild for demihumans, to preach a new religion under the Goblin God, and to raise nations of civilized monsters. Ready or not, each of Trodar's uncoupled worlds will be reconnected by a savvy, scheming goblin, toppling world boss after world boss. Inevitably, all will come to revere and loathe their most influential hero, Rizz, the Menace of Trodar! ---Book 4 of 10 in the Quillverse--- *** Sequel to "The Achievement Junkie" *** ~ Sunday MASS Releases! ~ Join the Discord! You might end up rolling for one of Rizz's skills... https://discord.gg/akzn9SM5k9 Art by @itsjustfroggy, found on Youtube, Twitter, or Twitch! *Want YOUR name (or a name/gamertag of your choice) in OAJ? Gift a Magic Castle, Spacecraft, or Golden Gachapon. I'll reach out via Discord after you join the server, then we'll chat about your character/name ;) **Note: You do NOT need to read my [Quillverse] series in order, but some books will have tie-ins or shared characters further back or further forward on the cosmic timeline. That includes easter eggs for returning readers.

Given a second chance at life, Oli’s soul was whisked away through the cosmic void. He opens his eyes to a purple sky with three suns and two moons. Oh yeah, and his parents are gorillas. However, to Oli’s pleasant surprise, those gorillas raise him with more love and care than his previous parents ever had. That is, until Oli’s father dies defending Oli from a dragon. Oli is then gifted his father’s secret treasure to rampantly boost Oli’s cultivation, also discovering his father to be a wanted criminal. Oli and his gorilla clan decide to seek a territory of their own, and proudly take control of the nearby beast clans to form a town. With his bombastic uncle leading the clan and his uncle’s feline, best friend creating a cultivation academy, Oli can finally focus on his own growth! But… That defeated dragon reveals the whereabouts of Oli’s gorilla clan. Spies are sent to investigate everything, while powerful mercenaries are hired to betray and slay the gorillas. In the midst of the mayhem, Oli is kidnapped! But not by his enemy… Oli is awoken by a mysterious man, a man who claims to be an old ally of the gorilla clan and the one responsible for Oli’s reincarnation into this world. Oli makes a deal with him, whether he wants to or not, dragging the entire world into chaos, genocide, and all-out war! Everything is for a greater cause, in order for Oli to become the world’s strongest divine beast. ---Book 2 of 10 in the Quillverse--- ~ Monday MASS Releases! ~ Discord: https://discord.gg/akzn9SM5k9 Art by @itsjustfroggy, found on Youtube, Twitter, or Twitch! **Note: You do NOT need to read my "Quillverse" series in order, but some books will have tie-ins or shared characters further back or further forward on the cosmic timeline.

This follow mituki as he embark on an adventure to achieve true freedom and power And a Huge shout out to (HSV(HIdden sub village) @imtracyallen) and ((Hidden shadow village) @Officalkrispy) Youtube and twitch

The most loved K-pop idol, Lee Yong, had exhausted his creativity and reached a block. When he was frustrated about his inability to write music anymore, the new choreographer entered the company. The flirty perverted choreographer became his muse pretty soon. When he realised his love for the choreographer, he denied it for the sake of his career. When the adorable man confessed first, he rejected the choreographer cruelly. But later, he did not want to see his man being pursued by others, and he was determined to get his man back. Choi Haneul hid all his schemes and revenge plans under his shameless perverted behaviour as he entered the entertainment company. Taking revenge was his main job while being a choreographer was a side hustle. He was attracted to the boyband's leader, and he noticed the leader was also stealing glances filled with desire. Hence he started to crave more than the glances. Choi Haneul closed his heart long back and never wanted to be in a relationship. But he wanted to open his heart to the idol and be in a relationship. With all hope, when he confessed, the idol rejected him cruelly. So what would he do when the charming band leader tried to win him back? Or will he choose his revenge over love which comes with many terms and conditions? While the tug of war was going on between the choreographer and the band leader, band members smartly chose the choreographer’s side and ate melon seeds every day as they watched one drama after another instead of helping their leader. *************************** Choi Haneul: I wanted to try the steak from that new place. But all the tables are booked for a month. Lee Yong: Surprise! I invited the chef to cook the streak for our first date this Friday. Choi Haneul: I will come to eat, but it is not a date. Let’s invite others as well. Band members: Our choreographer is the best!!!! *************************** Choi Haneul: I wanted to watch that new movie. My free time and the movie screening time are not in sync. Too bad! Lee Yong: Surprise! I have already made arrangements. We will watch the movie in my flat for our first date. Choi Haneul: I would like to have cheese popcorn while watching the movie, but it is not a date. Let’s invite others as well. Band members: Yay!!! We are in for the movie night! *************************** Choi Haneul: I really wanted those dancing boots, but it is out of stock. Lee Yong: I knew you would like it. So I bought it for you. Choi Haneul: Thanks. Let me pay for it. Band member: Ouch, leader! Does it hurt too much???? *************************** Lee Yong: Where are you going all dressed up cutely? Choi Haneul: My first love is coming to the school reunion. I want to meet him. Lee Yong: Well, you are not going anywhere but my bed today. Band members: What?????? *Ding Dong* Choi Haneul: My first love is here to pick me up! Band members: Woooo hooo!!!!! *************************** Join the journey of the stubborn idol and the shameless choreographer to see what they would choose? Will Lee Yong choose love over his career? Will Choi Haneul choose love over his well-crafted revenge? P.s: The cover belongs to the rightful owner, and it will be removed if the original owner asks to do so. WARNING: THIS IS A GAY LOVE STORY WITH EXPLICIT CONTENT. IF YOU ARE NOT COMFORTABLE WITH IT, SPARE THE NOVEL. Discord: https://discord.gg/jSQxjwPV5s Instagram: lazii_ladii

To love is to die. "All I did was fall in love. Why is it a sin?" "Your so called 'love' is harmful. No men in this world would want your love!" Set in the 19th Century, Leticia Carstens is a young lady living peacefully deep within the forest. On a certain night when the moon had risen to it's highest, treacherous men filled with enmity came raiding her humble little dwelling. Fortunately, she was able to sense the immense malice that was about to come to her and with her swift action, she narrowly escaped her demise. Dylan Caess Rozen, the only son of the Rozen Duchy is an exceptionally talented noble knight with exceptional achievements despite only being twenty-seven. In the battlefield, he was ruthless and showed no mercy to his nemesis. His strikes were swift with not a single movements wasted like a sparrow. With every strikes he made, blood will gush out undoubtedly, thus earning him the title of the Bloodstained Cardinal. He was the kingdom's hope, their pride and their hero. He was perfect in any way you see him except for a one fatal flaw in his character. He was void with emotions. He has a heart of steel and is cold to anyone without any exception. One fateful night when Leticia stumble upon a cave to hide from her pursuers, she found the Bloodstained Cardinal, Dylan gravely wounded and was lying flat on the ground. Leticia did not hesitate and came running to Dylan to care for his wounded self despite having no knowledge about his identity, clueless as to whether he was one of her pursuers or not. However, Dylan was very weak that time and had a hazy vision. He could not see the lady's appearance at all and his memory was nowhere near intact. So came tomorrow, and when he woke from his slumber, the lady was nowhere to be found. On that very day, Dylan, who was void of anything but ruthlessness finally felt his heart burning like the sun's temper. It was the first time he felt the sensation of falling in love and he didn't dislike it. Instead he was overcome with joy and warmth that made him human again. So he made an oath to find that girl who saved him from death's door even to the gates of hell itself. And once he finds her, he was resolute to take her as his bride. No one but her is to become his wife, he promised. Leticia on the other hand, does not wish to come in contact with anyone. She wish to lock herself from the outside world and just live peacefully. The reason? Because Leticia herself is harboring a curse within her. What could be the curse that made Leticia decide to hide her existence from the face of the earth? And what would Dylan do if he finds out that the girl he swore to devote his life with was hiding a deadly secret with her? .......................................................................................................................................................................................... Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction. The names of all individuals (living, dead or stolen by fairies), or any real animals, witches, countries and events (magical or otherwise) that appear in this novel are fictitious and any similarity to those existence in the real world may be blamed to the vivid imagination of the reader. *evil laugh* Discord: enoyann#6045 Note: Temporary cover image edited by me. Extreme refining will be done after.

(MATURED CONTENT) Heidi's voice barely whispered, "I don't know who that is." Viktor's lips twitched, and he stepped closer, his eyes glinting with a malicious light. Heidi felt like prey, trapped by his towering figure. She instinctively retreated, but Viktor closed the distance again. His eyes narrowed at her movement. "Tell me, Heidi," he said, his voice smooth and calm. "Who do you fear most?" Heidi's back hit the wall, leaving her no escape. "Y-you, milord." she stammered. Viktor's wicked smile grew. "Then why do you lie to me, Heidi?" He leaned in, his breath dancing across her ear. "Making me want to do...bad things to you." Heidi swallowed hard. "B-bad things?" ------- It's a world where class and power had woven itself into the fabric of life. Heidi is a young and rather rebellious slave who seems to have an addiction to getting into trouble. She disguises herself as a noble lady in order to save the one person who was family to her. Her life takes a new turn when the cold eyes of Viktor crane, the first prince of Bloodstone falls on her. A pair of eyes that soon refuses to leave her out of sight. Note: This is a slow burn fantasy romance book. Do not expect kissing or bed scenes in the first 40 chapters....at least. This is also a fantasy book, so if you see birds flying without wings or fishes walking on land, don't be surprised. it's all part of the plot.

Mind is a powerful place, there is a saying goes everything you think strongly will become reality. But what if your mind is not your own? what if inside your mind there are beings that can influence your judgment of the world? Make you think what they want you to think, make you feel what they want you to feel, and make you only see what they want you to see. That's what happened to Hendra. He is a DID patient (Dissociative Identity Disorder). Inside his mind live someone who calls himself The Hypocrite. Because of him Hendra always feels like he is living inside a bleak-toned horror film. He makes Hendra assumes that the people around him have evil intentions to harm him. At first, there is only The Hypocrite who lives inside his mind but something happens that makes new personalities born. Percha Island Online is the world's first full-dive MMORPG. A game that comes from a very mysterious origin of the foreign world Nevergan Heaven Universe. A game that can make the soul of the player mutated to become something as powerful as a god! When Hendra played it, he made his character into a cat girl of his dreams named Leona. However, unknowingly, Leona really came to life in Percha Island Online and became the third personality. Leona's pervert-narcissistic-bird-mush-brain-catnip overdose cat (this term is according to The Hypocrite, and it will become longer as the stories go on) makes Hendra's life becomes more and more complicated. Girls who had never been present in life before became sights he kept seeing and the family he had always shunned before became so close that it made his chest constrict. Not only that because of this, something that was locked up by The Hypocrite awakens. Something that holds a memory that holds secrets about Hendra's bloodline origin. The Bloodline that is directly related to the alien invader is known as The Green One. This is the story about The Hypocrite(s) ----------- The Queen of South sighed and looked at Leona with a pity "You can't advance to realm of Legends. Not with your soul right know." Leona flinched, she had a bad feeling, her cat ears twitched, and with quivering pink lips, she asked "What do you mean?" The Queen of South sigh for the second time "Every Legend is unique, because every Legend will hold the power of Gods! The rule the aspect and manifest the form of the god! Maybe right know you rule the aspect of love but it's because you are the manifestation of love."  The Queen of South stopped and narrowed her eyes, "But the two soul inside your body is not manifestation of Love! They more like manifestation of greed and sloth! How can such impurity will manifest into something so pure such love? The only thing you can do to become Legend right know is to kill the two soul inside your mind! Only one from the three of you can live and reach the realm of Legend, becoming a God of Percha Island!" Leona startled "What!!!" {The Hypocrite: What!!!} {Hendra: What!!!} (Disclaimer: The cover art isn't mine. I found it on Pinterest and edited it. If the original artist wishes for it to be removed, please contact me. This novel was edited by Thomas Shelby#9780, if you want him to edit your novel too please contact him via discord. Update 1 chapter/day Bonus Chapter (per week): 100 power stone = 1st Bonus Chapter 300 power stone = 2nd Bonus Chapter 700 power stone = 3rd Bonus Chapter 1500 power stone = 4th Bonus Chapter Join our discord server and be BugatiCatForm's family. https://discord.gg/zdCWnZbP)

What started as a dare ended up awakening a monster beneath the castle. Gilbert and his friends created a challenge where they would explore a haunted mansion in the middle of an unknown forest, staying there for three days, the winner will win quiet a hefty amount of cash and luxurious things. After a day pf exploring and walking around the mansion, Gilbert's friend Stacey found a secret tunnel leading down in the dark underground. Driven by their curiosity they went in and down the stairs as they bought lots of flashlights and snacks. They ended up in a place that one could describe as a old dungeon of some sorts with differrent old torturing devices around, and an altar. There in the middle of it, a boy wrapped in thick golden chains reclined in a flat position, eyes closed seemingly asleep and peaceful.

"I Emma DRACKSON, hereby, reject you, Derek, Alpha of the Blue Moon's Pack as my mate." Derek's eyes twitched, and his fists balled, but Emma was far from being done. "Don't ever search for me for whatever reason. I never want to see you again all the days of my life. If I ever find any of your people spying on me, I will kill them, or better, I will burn them alive. Do you understand what I just said?" She asked when she was done. But Derek was mute. Melvina tried talking, but Emma shut her up with a wave of her hand." I'm disappointed in you, Melvina. So, keep shut." She stated in anger, not minding the murmurings from the crowd.  She knew why, but she didn't care. Melvina wasn't her Luna. *** *Emma, a 17 years old gutsy teenager is shipped off to southern England by her Dad to complete her college studies; a strategic punishment to tame her wild behavior. On reaching there, she discovers that half of the campus population were paranormal creatures, she thought only existed in comic books and novellas. She also discovered that she wasn't really her father's daughter, but was kept by him because of an oath made to a hidden lover. What happens when she uncovers the fact that she wasn't the average human girl, rather a fulfilled prophecy; a reincarnated queen mated to an Alpha wolf. What path does she choose when she is rejected by the Alpha wolf in the face of grueling circumstances?

A young man named Nick sighed as he stare at the sky outside of the window with a lazy face. “Hah… reality is often disappointing, if only I live in those stories at least life will be much simpler…” He said slightly upset. As he closed his eyes to relax, he hope that when he open his eyes something will happen. -Ding! A familiar sound he always read about in novels appeared out of nowhere. [Superior System has been integrated into the host soul] [For you whom destined for supremacy, I have been bestowed upon thee as a loyal companion and assistant to reach the peak of existence!] After he heard the system speech of nonsense, he opened his eyes and is greeted by a flat transparent screen with words on it. A huge grin appeared on his face as he know what that thing is. It was a system. “This will be very interesting~” The young man chuckled as he continued to stare at the sky with a grin on his face. ***

Have you ever wondered how fate is a huge joke? - I mean it, like a literal clown trying to make people laugh at cold jokes that not many would understand.  Ivy Hui-Clover was told at a young age that she can live up to 25 years old. And the only way for her to survive is to find her Mr. Right and... - well that's for another time to continue.  "Is it wrong to want to sabotage my own blind date?" Ivy slurped her boba milk tea and focused intensely on chewing the pearls. As she savored the sweet flavor, her fraternal twin, Chloe answered her question. "What do you think?" Compared to her, Chloe had it easier when it came to looking for a partner.  "Then being a savage, it is." Ivy cupped her cheek, clearly in a good mood from having her favorite drink in her hands.  -- "Ivy went where?!" Selina's high pitched voice made her husband, Jason cover his ears. Rereading the note that Ivy had left behind, her left brow twitched unhappily. "Who told her Chloe was going there?! Nuh uh. No way! I need to send someone to get her back." She slammed the note against the table. At the same time, fate played a twist on Ivy.  After roaming around the unfamiliar mall, she finally purchased a new laptop for herself. Her clumsy friend destroyed her old one in the most peculiar way anyone can ever imagine. As she walked out of the store, she bumps into a young man, causing her swirled glasses to fall. The stranger gasped when he saw her face and she quickly took her glasses from his hands before heading off the opposite direction. Not long after, she found herself surrounded by guards in suits with a weapon in their blazer. "Don't move and follow us," the guard said. "Interesting," Ivy smirked at his challenge. -- "How did you get here?" His voice was so deep, causing ripples in her chest. It sent shivers down her spine, making her tighten her legs around his waist. Mark Williams was told that the girl he's been looking for might be found - his friend had run into her in front of the electronic store. However, she ran away like a frightened bunny. It was a game of tag at this point, and he had a time limit - to catch her before she leaves this mall. In the midst of looking for her, he found a girl flying towards his direction - yes, flying. He caught her, and one of her mustache swirled glasses lens fell off, revealing her energetically innocent puppy eyes. 'It's her' His heart beat against his chest rapidly. "I flew here." She replied. And this was the start of their twisted fate. What would happen when she learns about his profession and realizes he wasn't who she thought he was? Yet, it brought her such excitement as it dragged out her crazy fantasies from her private library of Mafia Romance books?

In the third week of dating Finley Garcia, Victoria Young overheard him yapping: "That so - called true - born daughter the Young family dug up ain't got no love from 'em. I'm just messing around with her, for kicks." "Back when Victoria first strutted her stuff back into the Young family, she had a wicked allergic reaction to pineapple on day one. And it was her two older bros who pulled that stunt on purpose, just to show her who's boss." Victoria didn't waste a second and dumped Finley flat. She also cut all the strings tied to the Young family. Finley didn't give a hoot. Victoria was just a washed - up rich chick that nobody would give two cents for. He was dead sure she'd come crawling back to him sooner or later. But then, news hit the streets that she'd tied the knot with another dude. Finley lost his marbles. He guzzled booze until he puked blood and banged on her door like a madman, his eyes all red and wild, hollering, "Vicky, dump that guy and let's get back together..." Well, he sure didn't see this coming. When the door swung open, there was this big - shot guy with major swagger. His collar was a bit loose, and he had some real suggestive red marks on his neck. The guy snarled, "You got a death wish or something? Try messing with my wife again and see what happens."

"Yet that is when I realized. If a God is simply one that rules and is worshipped by all. Then what is stopping me from becoming the entity you worship?" Read Oz's path to Destroy, Devour and Ascend, no matter what it takes. WARNING: THIS BOOK IS NOT FOR THE FAINT OF THE HEART! THE MAIN CHARACTER IS !!!NOT!!! A HERO NOR IS HE A GOOD OR EVEN A DECENT PERSON! SUPPORT ME ON PATREON FOR EARLY CHAPTERS- patreon.com/2A1Z ____________________ JOIN THE DISCORD COMMUNITY: https://discord.gg/Y4ygPrZ ____________________ FOLLOW ME ON MY SOCIALS: Youtube: Atomfactor - https://www.youtube.com/@Atomfactorr Twitch: Atomfactor_ - https://www.twitch.tv/atomfactor_ Instagram: Atomfactor - https://www.instagram.com/atomfactor/ Tiktok: Atomfactor - https://www.tiktok.com/@atomfactor ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------- [OLD] ARTIST CREDIT: https://www.deviantart.com/mizu-no-akira/art/Heart-s-Blood-515591858  [AMAZING ARTWORK] [NEW] ARTIST CREDIT: https://www.deviantart.com/aoiogataartist/art/Stigmata-837390959 [AMAZING ARTWORK] CURRENT ARTWORK COMMISIONED BY [ AoiOgataArtist ] My first book so I'm open to any criticism and suggestions.

After overhearing my fiancé's sweet-talking to his lover over the phone, I had him kicked out of my flat within the same hour. Even though I didn't have any plans after, I hadn't expected to find myself in front of an altar before a foul-mouthed red-eye hunk of a man. Elodie de Montmorency was what he called me, and Elodie had been a hot-headed villainess that was murdered by her husband, the garbage male lead, due to her raging obsession with the Grand Priest of Lux. I'm inside an R18 dark romance novel I read. The vows had already been read and even if I keep refusing to put on the wedding ring, my death flag was already in place. Did I get rid of one trash to find another?