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"Power tends to corrupt, and absolute power corrupts absolutely…" Man, these words are simple yet very true. The one who said these words must have really been… "corrupted," hehe. Does power corrupt? Maybe. But why? Is it power's very nature to corrupt? If that's true, does that mean everyone who has power is… corrupted? And if they are, then how much? Partially, slightly, or fully? Who, then, is the most corrupt? Is it the police, who have the power of law over the people who break it? Or is it the military, with the power of weapons? Or is it the politicians, controlling the police, the military, and the infamous red buttons? Or perhaps it's the people who fund those politicians—those who control everything from the shadows. To know who is the most corrupt, we need to figure out who is the most powerful. If I asked a random person, "Who's the most powerful being?" they'd probably answer with one word: God. Well, it makes sense. I mean, God Himself says in His holy scriptures that He is the source of all power. The most powerful being there was, is, and will ever be. If He is the source of all power... And if power's very nature is to corrupt... Then does that mean "God," the source of all power, is also the source of all corruption?! I rubbed the back of my neck, my lips twitching into a nervous smile. Probably not, but then again… Angels, the second most powerful beings, worship God and cannot disobey Him. At least in Islam, they can't. Christianity? Well, that's a whole different ballgame. So I don't know—maybe. But what about the people who believe in God? There are plenty of radicals out there. I mean, I've seen enough news stories about people blowing themselves up in the name of God. Killing others in His name. Some even believe they're chosen by God, so they kill for Him. Are they believers in God? Corrupted by the Devil? Or enlightened beings who see something my dumb self doesn't? I squinted, tapping my fingers rhythmically against my thigh. Man, I don't know about Hell, but after all these blasphemous thoughts, I don't think God's letting me into Heaven either. Now, everyone's probably wondering, Why are you talking about these blasphemous things? Well, it's my grandma's fault. "What did she do?" Nothing! It's not what she did—it's what she said. When I was little, my grandma used to say, "If you have nothing to do, think about God." So, technically, it's her fault. As a new Author I have to say sorry if you're reading this but the first few chapters are not gonna be that good. but with time I'll get their. so please give this book a read

In the heart of the Azure Continent lies a legendary establishment known as Origin Mall. This extraordinary store offers goods beyond imagination: a sip of its cola can instantly replenish one's vitality; its spicy snacks grant the strength to overcome powerful foes; the games it offers can accelerate cultivation progress; and its novels impart profound techniques and insights. Origin Mall boasts a vast array of offerings, catering to leisure, entertainment, dining, and training needs alike. However, there’s one rule that all visitors must remember: never cause trouble in the store. The owner, though unassuming, is unimaginably powerful.

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?"

He is the genuine diamond bachelor of G City, ranking first in terms of net worth, Everyone knows that he had a deep and unforgettable love, But no one knows that, five years ago, he had a nominal marriage; She is the super nurse of G City People Hospital, with neither wealth nor high education, Everyone knows that she is divorced and has a child in tow, But no one knows that her ex-husband, the father of her child, is the man at the very top of the pyramid. Scene One: On the day she was diagnosed to be pregnant, her husband registered on the marriage certificate came back. The next day, at the breakfast table, an A4 sheet of paper appeared very abruptly by his right hand. "This is a divorce agreement, please sign it." She said, her internal organs trembling. "...Is there someone else?" He put down his chopsticks, looked at her, and asked calmly, his eyebrows almost imperceptibly twitching. He came back because there was something he wanted to talk to her, but now it seemed unnecessary. "...Yes." Having a child should count as having someone else, because from now on, she would love her child. When they got married back then, he had said that if she had a lover, she could ask him for a divorce. "Alright, I understand." He nodded, picked up the agreement on the table, and left. "..." Scene Two: "What's your name?" "Axel Hawkins." "Your last name is Hawkins?" The mother's name is Carolline Ruiz, his ex-wife, and the father's column is left blank, isn't it? "Yes, my dad's name is Bryan Hawkins, he's a Sky Walker." "..." At five in the afternoon, Carolline Ruiz picked up her son from school and saw him standing next to her son; she instinctively turned around and ran. Bryan Hawkins left Axel Hawkins in the Guard Room, warned him not to run around, and then chased after her with his long legs. "Carolline Ruiz, stop." "..." Almost instinctively, she really stopped. He slowly walked over and stood in front of her, a tall and imposing figure blocking all the setting sun. Carolline Ruiz couldn't help but look up, the afterglow of the setting sun illuminating his face, she couldn't see his features clearly at all. "What are you running for? If you dare to secretly love for eight years, do you dare to openly love for a lifetime?" "..."

In her previous life, Lina Riley harbored an unrequited love for the Fifth Princess, Victoria Ashwood. Lina sacrificed everything for her—securing her place on the throne, protecting her borders, and losing her arm and sight in the process. Yet, her loyalty was repaid with a goblet of poisoned wine and the execution of her entire family. Victoria despised her, accusing Lina of cruelty and of orchestrating her elder sister’s death, deeming her unworthy of love. When the poison took effect, Lina closed her eyes in despair, only to awaken back in the moment they first met. On that fateful day, Lina had stumbled upon Victoria being beaten by palace maids, an encounter that set everything in motion. This time, Lina turned away, choosing a different path, but a faint fragrance of plum blossoms lured her in. One reckless night led to a moment of despair when she awoke to find the coldly beautiful face of her bedmate—Lucille Everard, the Princess Regent. Lucille, while outwardly uninterested in court affairs, was notorious for her swift and decisive actions that had seen emperors replaced with alarming frequency. Compared to Lucille’s power, Lina’s past dealings with Victoria seemed like mere child's play. As Lucille stirred awake, Lina's nerves were frayed. “Given the circumstances, Your Highness, what do you think of me now?” she asked, resigned to her fate. To her surprise, Lucille chuckled softly. “I think you’re wonderful.” Stunned, Lina could only manage a confused “Huh?” From that moment, everything veered off course. Lucille's palace soon bloomed with roses—Lina’s favorite. Amidst the swaying blossoms, the resolute Princess Regent would gently take Lina’s hand, her once-frigid gaze warm and tender. “My dear Lina, you are the finest woman in the world.” In her new life, Lina often dreamed. She dreamt of someone leaving a bouquet of roses at her grave, their robes trailing the light fragrance of plum blossoms. They sipped wine with a wry smile, murmuring, “Silly girl, I avenged you.” Victoria Ashwood was reborn too. She hadn’t expected that killing Lina would provoke her aunt’s ruthless revenge. Determined to avoid a similar fate, she resolved to feign affection for Lina, even if it took a lifetime. At a palace banquet, Victoria was taken aback by Lina’s beauty. Draped in fine silks, Lina was a dazzling sight, so different from the weathered woman Victoria remembered. Drawn to her, Victoria was about to approach when she noticed Lucille at Lina’s side, gently wiping her lips with a soft smile. “Take it slow,” Lucille murmured. Lina paused, then chuckled as she adjusted a strand of Lucille’s hair. Victoria’s heart twisted in fury. When her desperate attempts to win Lina back failed, she demanded, “Why won’t you love me?” Lina sneered. “Show some respect, Fifth Princess. You should address me as Aunt. Besides, your hypocrisy and cold-heartedness make you unworthy of love.” Years ago, a young Lucille Everard encountered a lost girl in the palace gardens. The girl declared that Lucille was beautiful and promised to marry her one day. Thirteen years later, a fateful misunderstanding during a bout of poisoning entwined their paths. What began as teasing quickly turned Lucille from a hunter into prey, helplessly ensnared by the woman she never forgot. Tags: 1. Cold yet protective Princess Regent × Reborn and resigned noblewoman 2. Nine-year age gap (Princess Regent is older) 3. Alternate history, non-patriarchal setting 4. Puppet empress, regent princess ruling behind the scenes 5. Two lifetimes of love, slow-burn romance

New trope (please try it, rewritten on 24.01.2024): Micheal von Shelb, a lazy genius with a penchant for offbeat inventions, wakes up to a brutal truth: he’s a side character in a multiverse of twisted romantic dramas where his family, future children, and even his legacy are casually erased by power-hungry authors. With Magda, his intelligent and no-nonsense wife (who’s also a supporting character in a “switched at birth” melodrama), Micheal vows to save their lives, protect their future, and rebuild the Empire through innovation and sheer audacity. Whether he's dodging political plots, perfecting horseless carriages, or making alliances with beastmen, Micheal has one goal: to carve a space where he and Magda can thrive, far from the claws of a cruel narrative. But the fate has other plans. As ancient rivalries between archmages, devils, and mythical creatures like mermaids resurface, Micheal’s quiet dream spirals into chaos. With wit sharper than a rapier and an unstoppable resolve, Micheal proves that even a side character can rewrite the script. Between inventing futuristic solutions and saving the day, Micheal’s true mission is impressing Magda, who may or may not be secretly stalking him from the foyer. Meanwhile, Micheal himself adjusts his routine to catch glimpses of Magda while pretending not to care. An average day in their life: 1:00 PM: Magda: “I must be punctual to observe my husband training in the garden—from my foyer, of course.” 1:15 PM: Micheal: “Must finish the training early to sneak a peek at my wife reading in her study—from the dining hall window. Definitely not creepy.” With its blend of humor, heartfelt romance, and action-packed multiverse chaos, Breaking the Multiverse is a read for those who enjoy clever protagonists, daring inventions, and a relationship that's equal parts banter and devotion—NO HAREM, just one unforgettable wife. The first volume is for the general audience, the second volume is for people who prefer to sip wine as they read. You can start reading from the second volume of you find the first volume too boring. ----- There are three couples: ML (genius, stalker) x FL (prodigy, stalker) 2ML (soldier) x 2FL (knight) 3ML (soldier) x 3FL (a court lady)

Aeliana’s body tensed, every instinct urging her to flee, but her legs refused to obey. The weight of Kaelion’s presence pressed down on her chest, as if the air itself bowed to his will. She clenched her fists, willing herself to stay upright, to meet his gaze with whatever scraps of courage she could muster. She wouldn’t let him see her fear. “Step forward,” Kaelion ordered, his tone smooth but unyielding. Her jaw tightened. The part of her that was human screamed to fight, to run, but there was a faint hum beneath her skin—a whisper of something else. Something fae. It stirred like a forgotten memory, pulling her feet forward against her will. She stopped only a breath away from him, her chin tilted defiantly despite the trembling in her limbs. Up close, the king was even more overwhelming. His features were carved in sharp, perfect lines, his mismatched eyes glinting with an intelligence that saw too much. He wasn’t just cruel; he was calculating. A predator who enjoyed the chase as much as the kill. “What are you?” Kaelion asked, his voice soft but dangerous. He reached out, his claw-tipped fingers brushing the edge of her hood. She flinched, and his lips twitched—a hint of amusement at her reaction. “I’m no one,” she bit out, her voice steadier than she felt. “Just a thief.” “A thief?” he echoed, his fingers catching the edge of the hood. With a single motion, he pushed it back, exposing her face to the moonlight. The murmurs of the onlookers grew louder, their perfect features twisting with disdain. Kaelion’s eyes narrowed, his gaze raking over her. “No one, indeed.” He took a step closer, his presence enveloping her like a dark tide. “And yet… there’s something about you. Something familiar.” Aeliana’s heart pounded as his hand moved, fingers brushing the curve of her jaw. His touch was light, but it burned like fire, sending a shiver down her spine. “I should kill you for your insolence,” Kaelion said, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. “But there’s a… curiosity to you. A defiance I rarely see.” His lips curled into a smirk that didn’t reach his eyes. “I think I’ll keep you instead.” “Keep me?” Her voice cracked as anger flared, momentarily overriding her fear. “I’m not some pet to be claimed.” Kaelion’s smirk vanished, replaced by a cold, imperious glare. “You misunderstand, little thief. I’m not offering you a choice.” Aeliana’s stomach twisted as he raised his hand, his fingers glowing faintly with dark energy. Before she could react, a pulse of power shot through her, wrapping around her wrists like invisible chains. She stumbled, her knees buckling, but the magic held her upright. “You’ve entered my city, stolen from my people, and dared to defy me,” Kaelion said, his voice echoing with authority. “Your punishment will serve as a lesson to all who think they can do the same.” “And what punishment is that?” she spat, struggling against the bonds. Kaelion leaned in, his face inches from hers. “You’ll serve me,” he said, his voice a low, menacing growl. “Body and soul. Until I decide you’ve earned your freedom.” The crowd gasped, their whispers growing louder as the king straightened. Aeliana’s blood ran cold as she realized the full weight of his words. This wasn’t just about punishment—it was about control. And she was at the mercy of a man who had none. “Take her to the palace,” Kaelion commanded, his eyes never leaving hers. “I’ll decide what to do with her later.” The soldiers moved to obey, and Aeliana felt herself being pulled away, her body still bound by the king’s magic. As they dragged her through the streets, the crowd parted, their beautiful faces filled with a mix of fear and contempt. She clenched her fists, her mind racing. She couldn’t let this be the end. She wouldn’t let herself be another victim of Kaelion’s tyranny. Somewhere deep inside her, the faint hum of power stirred again, stronger this time.

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.

[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.

What if the love you sacrificed everything for was doomed from the start? Born a Space Master, she can only fall in love once. The man she desires chooses another but still sacrifices his life to save hers. Unable to accept his death, the Space Master reverses time, determined to change his tragic fate. But each turn leads her to be reborn in a new place with no memories of the past. Fate keeps pulling her back to the same knight—only for the tragic ending to repeat. After hundreds of rebirths, exhaustion sets in, and she decides to give up on love, willing to live as a normal girl, incapable of feeling anything again. In her final life, she is reborn as Gwyneth, a bitter, disillusioned girl who doesn’t believe in love. She meets Clayton, a senior at the academy, a "good-for-nothing" with stunning cobalt-blue eyes, and though she falls for his beauty, his cowardice repulses her. But Gwyneth’s world shifts when she discovers that demon blood runs through her veins. And Clayton? He’s not the man he appears to be. Will she let her heart be moved once more? Or will she turn her back on love and embrace her destiny? Will she choose to become the Demon Monarch’s heir, conquering all realms, or remain the Space Master, risking everything to protect the world from the demon invasion? Blurp: “Senior Clay,” Gwen said, turning to him, “did you bring any money by chance?” Clayton gave her a deadpan look. “Do you think I had time to grab money when someone kidnapped me in broad daylight?” “For the last time,” she snapped, “I didn’t kidnap you. Why do I feel like you have a personal grudge against me?” “Well, perhaps it's because someone once used me as a betting tool? That was the first time I accepted a girl's confession, and she left before I even got her name.” Gwen flushed, caught off guard by his pointed remark. “Okay, I was wrong,” she admitted begrudgingly. “What do you want me to do to make it up to you?” “You don’t need to do anything,” he said, crossing his arms. “Because I don’t plan to forgive you.” Gwen’s eye twitched. Of all the people she’d met, none were as insufferable as this guy. Her fingers twitched, tempted to summon a fire spirit to scorch him or an ice spirit to freeze him solid. No, perhaps feeding him to a carnivorous plant spirit would be the most satisfying solution. Yet, even in her frustration, she couldn’t shake the strange feeling that she didn’t want him to hate her.

When the game and the world merge, a new era descends. The previous system collapsed. Spinning the roulette of fate is a sign of advantage. The world widens, and the previous world map becomes useless. It becomes the battle of rush. The unlucky become more unlucky, the lucky ones become strong. It is not about morals but survival. It is not about you but it is about me. Yuuri was the first-ever merchant, whom the others deemed as a useless class. _ _ _ _ _ _ _ Three players are in front of me. A girl who has horns and is grinning widely, an old man in white who has a solemn expression and a handsome wolf-eared beast young man who is topless. All of them have similarities, all of them is pointing their weapon at me. I look up at them with a cup of tea in my hand. The mouth part in my mask disappeared, I sip the tea that is in my hand. "It is delicious!" When I put the cup of tea down, I sighed and then said in a tone not a bit impatient. "Y'all should sit down, it is better to talk with peace. Why use violence when we can solve it in thru talking?" The three sit down, their eyes are lifeless. There's no resemblance between the previous one and the current one. "Shall we talk?" "Yes!" they answered my question monotonously. _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ This is my second book, as of now I am still finding my genre. I am also somewhat lacking in English, it is not my mother tongue so I'll have grammatical errors.

A promised eternity and meaningful vows linked the Greek god of love and a mortal to lifetimes of relationship. Two drips of blood stained one rock as the proof of their devotion for each other. Before Eros could kiss his bride, she collapsed to deep slumber in his arms. The first and last kiss he ever laid on her forehead was a heart wrenching one that moved clouds to tears, stopped birds from singing and darkened the sky. At the peak of his heart ache, he glared at his mother, Aphrodite, resentfully for her lies, schemes and jealousy. "The moment you decided to hurt her, you should have expected losing me as your son." Eros eyes laid on his wife whose body withered to ashes and flowed to the underworld. "Let her live and I'll be her replacement." Once again, he watched her soul reach safety to the Oracle's hands. Aphrodite stripped away his power and threw him to the dungeon of suffering and torment, expecting him to give up his stubbornness after a few days. His love for her only deepened and the desire for power heightened. Eventually, he became the Devil. Oracle: "Her soul has been sent to the reincarnation portal, but I can't say when it would be her turn." "I'll wait for that day to come." Eros sipped his wine in his chamber as he stayed away from heavens. Thousands of years later..... "Master! Master! The human world is very exciting! There are books about you and your late wife's love story there too! I wonder how humans learn about these stories." The teenage crow demon, Axle, flapped his wings excitedly as he chanted about his findings. "Oh? Then bring me that book as souvenir next time." Eros chuckled at his underling. ------------------- The crow disguised himself as a teenager and always wandered around in a bookstore. "Tsss.. paper cut!" The girl accidentally cut her finger when she flipped to the last page of the Greek mythology tales book at the counter. "Are you alright?" "Yes, but the book..." "It's fine. I'll still take it." The crow said as he didn't mind the drip of blood that stained the words, happy ending, on the last page of the book. --------------- The book burned to flames and was tossed to the floor for others to make a bonfire. "Ridiculous! Happy ending? Don't let me see that ever again!" Eros' rare anger filled voice echoed piercingly in other demon's ears. Crow: "Master! Look!" Eros' attention landed on the pile of ashes on the floor. With widened eyes, he approached the pile of ashes and picked up the unburned piece. "Happy ending.." Oracle: "Eros, she's back." -------------- - A certain high school - "Ugly trash! Leave!" Classmate voices echoed in the girl's ear as she found her gymnastic sneakers filled with pin tacks, gym uniform soaked in pungent scented liquid and scribbled curses all over her desk. Facing the insults five days a week, she had gotten used to it. Still, it hurt to see people duding by her appearance. As tears clouded over her face, the mixture of cosmetics melted. "Here, wipe your tears. Don't let their words get to you." The popular classmate smiled and handed her a pack of tissues, instantly winning her heart as nobody had shown her an inch of respect in school. Rinsing her cosmetic filled face at home, the water dyed grey along with other colors. "I found you, my prince." Too bad, the prince was just a jerk who wanted to gain popularity. Luckily, she realized it early. ------------------ One night, she saved a kitten from getting run over by a car. The driver stepped out and asked if she was alright. Seeing how the man was wrapped up from head to toe, she handed the kitten to him. "I'm fine. Here, take the kitten to the hospital." "Miss, I think you need the hospital more than the kitten." His voice sounded magnetic to her ears. "I'm really fine. Bye." Her gorgeous smile greeted the man warmly. "Interesting. She didn't scam me." Eros stared at the direction where she had ran away.

The next morning, Eleanor woke up in an unfamiliar room, sun streaming through the window. Beside her, the man from last night was fully dressed, sipping coffee. His expression was cold. The vague memories of last night returned in snippets. “I didn't mean… I was drunk,” Eleanor stammered. Liam raised an eyebrow with a small sad smile playing at the corner of his lips. “Save it. You're not the first to try to seduce me.” Eleanor's anger flared. “I wasn't trying to seduce you! And I'm not some prostitute.” Liam's gaze hardened. “Well, I'm not here to judge you, but don't expect any more than that.” With that, he turned and left, leaving Eleanor stunned. ******* Eleanor's life instantly changed when she lost her job and got into a contract marriage with Liam Chase, a ruthless and possessive billionaire who agreed to pay off her debts. Life with Liam was a difficult one as he was cold to her. She found solace in the hands of his cousin and became pregnant for him. But what happens when she finds out that her billionaire husband is linked to her past? Will she easily let go or will her past hunt her forever? Will Liam's cousin come to her rescue or is she doomed forever? Dive into the book and find out more.

"They told me the stars could guide me home, but they never said the journey would leave me so utterly lost." Do you still remember your highschool deskmate? The boy with the brightest smile, that girl with the world's most beautiful silhouette? In three years of high school, the shadows of two people intertwine with the chalk, black and white both distinct, drifting around within the memories. The Su Yuanzhou in her memories was an underachiever in high school. He skips class to shoot pool, cheats on his exams and gets into fights. Yet, when she went back to the past she would always surprise herself for seeing a lot of his side, maybe if she did this before he probably wouldn't die. To be able to meet each other on this planet is some kind of fate, and to be able to illuminate our fleeting lives, how fortunate we are. ... Ren Yuxin was trailing behind Su Yuanzhou like a guilty puppy, her face plastered with an exaggerated pout. "Come here," Su Yuanzhou said, stopping in his tracks and turning to look at her. His tone was calm, but the slight twitch in his jaw betrayed his frustration. "Why?" Ren Yuxin asked, her voice overly cautious, taking a step back instead of forward. "Just come here." His patience was running thin. Ren Yuxin crossed her arms and tilted her head dramatically. "No! You’re going to hit me!" Su Yuanzhou froze, staring at her in disbelief. A few students nearby stifled their laughter, pretending not to watch the exchange. "I’m not going to hit you," he said, exasperated. "Do I look like that kind of person?" "Yes." Ren Yuxin nodded solemnly, her eyes wide with mock innocence. Su Yuanzhou sighed, rubbing his temples. How does she manage to drive me insane every single time? His patience—already minimal—was hanging by a thread. "Ren Yuxin," he said, his tone low and dangerous. "Come here. Now." "No way!" she retorted, taking another step back. "I know you’re mad because I—" She paused, looking guilty. "Because you what?" Su Yuanzhou prompted, narrowing his eyes. "... Because I accidentally sent that embarrassing video of you singing in the shower to our group chat," she admitted in a small voice, her eyes darting away. Su Yuanzhou’s face darkened instantly. He felt every shred of his dignity crumbling. "Accidentally?" he repeated, his voice rising. "It really was an accident!" Ren Yuxin protested, raising her hands defensively. "I didn’t mean to press send!" "Accident or not, you’re dead," Su Yuanzhou said, stepping toward her with purpose. "See! You are going to hit me!" she squealed, turning on her heels and running off. "Get back here!" he yelled, chasing after her.

Every evening, I retreat to my corner of the café, a place where the world seems to pause, as I get absorbed in my world of literature and fiction. But tonight, the rain brought more than just the usual tranquility. As I sat with my book and coffee, a new presence shifted the silence. She entered, and with her, an unspoken conversation began. Something about this new silence has me very captivated, something new, something different.

"From a botanical perspective, your mom is undeniably a total slut." Jialong shrugged and said nonchalantly. I brought the lemon tea to my lips and took a sip without any expression. If you think my next move was to throw the entire cup of lemon tea in Jialong’s face, you’d be wrong. Because what Jialong said was the unvarnished truth—pure and without a hint of exaggeration. No matter which academic discipline you examine it from, my mother, Meng Xi, 36 years old, is a woman steeped in debauchery to her very core. As Da Jun, who enjoys simultaneously taking her from behind while forcing her to sing "Conquer," once said, "Your mom’s brazenness is downright otherworldly."

It all began from an OH SHIT moment. Retired field agent Era decides to escape her past by running away to an Italian Monastery, basking in the sun and sipping on Gods Blood all day. Until she’s relocated to a backwater covenant in rural Yorkshire, and thrust into a new world. And NOT the one you might expect. This tale drags her through trials, pesky Gods, blood fueds, academies and cults, all begrudgingly i might add, as Era transforms from a reluctant participant interested only in her own survival to the last hope for humanity. This novel is a action packed, fantasy thriller meeting the criminal underworld, all wrapped in a healthy dose of sarcasm.

Anger, pure anger and fear sipped through her veins threatening to burst out. She struggled vehemently to release her hand, but that only made him tighten his hand around her twisted arm. She cried out of pain but that only seemed to impress more. He smirked and said, “Mm, so fiesty?” He smirked, glaring at her and pushing her against the wall. “You are evil Abdullah!” She almost shouted. Beads of sweat formed on her silk skin. Why was he making her life a living hell in her matrimonial home? She was supposed to live a happy life with her so-called husband, but instead, he is bullying her. “Just tell me, why?” She gazed at him confused wondering what he meant by that. “Why what?” She cried “Heh” he chuckled, “don’t play dumb with me Kulthum. Just tell me why you chose him over me? What am I lacking? Huh? Tell me!” He shouted pushing her more against the wall. “Because you are evil! I never loved you in the first place, you are nothing worth loving” she spat as tears flowed down her beautiful face. As soon as he heard that, his face stoned up while his jaw clenched and his eyes became bloodshot. Such a sight she had never seen since she was married to him. “If I can hate you, why can’t you, Abdullah?! I am so tired of his relationship, I can’t do it anymore just let me go” With a dejected heart, he released her hand and whispered dangerously close to her ear, “If I can’t have you, then no one will” He stumped off angrily while she slumped to the ground releasing a heavy sigh as tears rolled down her cheek. Since the day she got married to him, there has never been a day where she laughed for at least two minutes. All she knew at that very moment was that she was doomed!

In the bustling city of korea, 18 -year-old Mei, a shy and introverted high school student, lived a mundane life. Her world revolved around books and solitude, until she met him. Kaito, a 20-year-old enigmatic entrepreneur, with chiseled features and piercing eyes, was rumored to be ruthless in business and charming in the social scene. His true nature, however, was shrouded in mystery. Their paths crossed at a trendy cafe, where Mei accidentally spilled coffee on Kaito's expensive suit. Apologetic, she offered to buy him a new drink. Kaito, intrigued by her timid nature, accepted. As they sipped their coffee, Kaito's intensity drew Mei in, despite sensing danger. He, too, was captivated by her vulnerability and kindness. Their whirlwind romance began, with Kaito showering Mei with lavish gifts and attention. But beneath the surface, Mei detected hints of Kaito's psychopathic tendencies – his obsessive control, lack of empathy, and calculating gaze. Torn between fear and fascination, Mei couldn't resist Kaito's pull. He, in turn, found himself enthralled by her innocence and compassion. As their relationship deepened, Mei confronted Kaito about his darkness. He revealed glimpses of his troubled past, and Mei saw the pain driving his actions. Mei's love became Kaito's anchor to humanity, but his demons threatened to destroy their love. In this twisted dance, Mei must decide: embrace the danger or risk losing herself forever.

she was taking a sip of her coffee and was enjoying her playlist when some jackass as she likes to call bad driver made her spill coffee on herself. jackass she yelled while horn. she speed off and followed the driver and the horn again when she got slow to the car. "hey, jack ass" she wasn't going to let this go not today. she wanted to talk to the driver but the back sit window open "hi, am.." the stranger want to introduce himself but was interrupted by her. "a jackass" she interrupted him and drew the remaining coffee at his car and zoom off while her middle finger up telling him fuck you. feisty, a smile formed on his lips, I like that" ringing his phone was ringing, he look at the caller's ID, it was Jimin, he picked up the call "Hello" sir, we have a clear aim at the driver with your order we can make it an accident, right now. Jimin said "why so serious, boy," he said and hang up. Jimin look at his phone to be sure he just spoke to his boss.is he joking

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?

***Together, they were like fire and ice.*** Damon pursued, ready to conquer while Alexander ran, trying so hard to remain cold and guarded. Alexander had thought guarding the sick crown prince was something so easy until he found himself cruelly yet so innocently tempted. ***excerpt*** "You will stay the hell away from me." Alexander threatened, his voice hard and tortured as he tried to recover from his emotional rollercoaster. "Oh really?" Damon drawled as he held up a wine glass to his lips, taking a sip as his eyes looked at the man that was standing quite a distance from him, ready to bolt. "Yes and I mean it your highness." Alexander replied and he watched the mischievous gleam that entered the prince's clear blue eyes that were quite a welcome compliment to his thick silver hair. "Alright." he relented and Alexander blinked, surprised but his relief lasted for seconds. "We will see how far you can run my honorable knight. Oh and just so you know, I love a good chase." Damon assured and it didn't take Alexander ages to know that he had close to no winning chance when it came to this one man. Oh yes, he was doomed...so sweetly doomed.... ... Hey guys, I have decided to try writing something new, a genre I haven't tried before but one that I find interesting enough to explore. This book is a romance BL novel and if you are one that likes the genre or loves to try new things, please don't hesitate to try out my new book. Also, feel free to check out my other novel... The heiress's revenge: A rise from the ashes. Thank you!

His lucid green-blue eyes refused to look away from the alluring sight before, feeling a certain stir in his lower insides as his instincts fully triggered. The air around was tainted with the provocating yet intoxicating scent that filled his sensitive nostrils, watching the bright red liquid slowly sip out of the broken skin on her shoulder. He gulped. Gingerly shifting his gaze to the pair of brown doe orbs, Leviathan immediately noticed the hint of mirth in her eyes. Kamyla grinned, "Are you really so desperate to taste it?" Leviathan didn't respond, struggling to resist the strong temptation of the woman lying underneath him; not to mention her lascivious features protruding from her barely clothed body. His fingers dug deeper into the sheet on both sides of her head. He grinned, "How cheap do you think I am?" "Then do it", her eyes glittered with mischief. "Taste it". Leviathan clenched his jaws, preventing his eyes from wandering back to her corrupting blood. Kamyla then let out a chuckle, raising her hand to cover her bleeding injury. His eyes slitted. "Levi..." The severally disapproved nickname rolled off her tongue, causing him to cringe in annoyance. "If you really want my blood so badly..." She slowly wiped the blood on her thumb, bringing it to her lips to lick it off. Leviathan bit his lower lip. "Then you'll have to earn it". • • • In the year 1503, One of the most powerful Empires in central west Africa, the Sah' Jangi Empire, began to experience strange unexplainable disappearances of their citizens in various kingdoms. To solve the mystery affecting their society, the Royal family alongside the chief priest, decided to summon an ancient demigod to come to their aid — only to accidentally summon a foreign demon god — one with strange pale skin colour different from theirs, but possessed with unimaginable powers enough to help them in their plight. But unknown to them, the arrival of the odd-looking demon prince brings nothing but calamity as dark secrets and lies buried deep in their empire history are brought into the light; causing great changes to all the lands and its people. Especially after he crossing paths with the strongest female warrior of the capital. Kamyla Odjafah. Tags: BWWM. Son of hell. African mythology. Black female lead. War. devilson. African historical fiction. Demons. African fantasy fiction. Ghouls. Witches. Giants. Spirits. Power Couple.

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.

Harley thought it was just another day at the office—a routine evening spent balancing spreadsheets and sipping cold coffee. But when the ground trembled beneath his feet and a fiery explosion tore through the city, his ordinary life was shattered in an instant. Amidst the chaos of burning wreckage and collapsing buildings, something far more horrifying emerged: the dead didn’t stay dead. The lifeless bodies scattered across the streets began to rise, their unnatural movements spreading panic and terror faster than the flames. Now trapped in a city plunged into nightmare, Harley must fight to survive and uncover the truth behind the catastrophe. With his life and humanity hanging by a thread, he’s about to discover how far he’s willing to go when the rules of the world no longer apply. When the sky falls and the dead rise, what would you do to stay alive?

"Everyone’s OP Except Me, Am I Still the MC?" Hi I’m Niikaz, and I’m just here... existing. In a world where everyone can summon storms, split mountains with a glance, or literally control time, I’m the one who trips over my own feet. But you know what? I’m fine with that. Everyone’s out there being the main character of their own story, saving the world, and getting all the glory. And me? I’m just chilling in the background, sipping tea and minding my own business. Sure, I’m the weakest of the weak in a world full of OP beings, but honestly, who cares? They’re all too busy with their epic battles and world-saving moments to even notice me—perfect for someone who doesn’t want the drama. I’m not here for the spotlight. I’m just here to live my quiet life without being involved in any of the chaos. But with a world this wild and powerful, things don’t stay calm for long. I guess it’s only a matter of time before I get caught up in it all... or not. Who knows? At this point, I’m just going along for the ride, one misstep at a time.

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

In the year of 2042, the hometown of Atlise becomes incapable of holding living creatures. Human beings find it difficult to live, facing serious problems like struggles in breathing, good food, pure water and other essentials for survival. Later, with the help of the O'Brien's Company, people migrate to Artificial Island(ARI), created by them with advanced technology. People enjoy a cozy and comfortable life at ARI, overpowered by bots and advanced environments. Only after moving to the island, youngsters get conscious of how vast and supernatural their lands was, being one among the powerful Octa countries. They extend to set bond with the people of octa countries, exclusive of the werewolf kingdom, who were considered the most coldblooded and merciless after transformation. In spite of moving to a safe place, problems arise once again by a mysterious evil intruder. Jason Maddox, who was born years later had to accidently fall as a bait to the mysterious eviler, who gives him a mysterious defect that lets him enter a abnormal life full of Chaos and breathtaking days. Things get tangled up, once they start to solve the quest of the problem, leading them into terrifying nightmares full of dark traits and thirst for revenge, which leads to breakage of relationships and trust between themselves. Will Jason be able to save himself and his people from the hands of evil? Let's get inside the adventure of Jason's life and see how he lives his life from normal to abnormal. _____ P.S (Tag: Sci-Fi, Fantasy, Werewolf, adventure, Supernatural) Hello guys, this is the Author! If you are here to take a sip of werewolf story with a familiar plot, then this isn't a perfect place for you. NAI isn't like the ordinary Sci-Fi werewolf novel, you used to read often. Its completely different from the novels in WN, where lot of events occur in several places with interesting sequels. You could strongly feel the transformation of the MC, how he controls his self and his bonding, both with his family and friends. The antagonist would absolutely make you crazy, making confused by the acts of sacrimony. Once you start reading, you would completely get hooked up with the world design, since I didn't give much info about it here. Hope you fall in love with the Artificial Island and show your support till the end. Enjoy!!!

~it was midnight I was trying to take a sip of my drink (blood) when I heard footsteps~