For Fleet Sake

.... In a universe where starships rule supreme and galactic empires clash for dominance, Kallus, a visionary gamer and strategist, finds himself thrust into an extraordinary reality. Awakened aboard the [Obliterator-Class Star Dreadnought], a vessel born from his own imagination but perfected by a Supreme Being, Kallus must rise to command a fleet that could shape the fate of the cosmos. With a ship forged from mythical adamantium and [mithril alloys], powered by a [Transcendent Dark Matter Engine], and armed with weapons capable of annihilating entire fleets, the Obliterator is more than a warship—it’s a legend incarnate. But Kallus is not alone. Alongside him is the Red Empress, an advanced AI infused with a power of creation and knowledge itself, guiding him with missions that unlock untold power and potential. ........ Author's Note This is my first novel, and I’m still learning the craft of writing. You may notice some repetition or mistakes throughout the story—please understand that they are part of my growth as a creator. I truly appreciate your time and support, and I welcome any constructive feedback to help me improve. That said… read at your own risk! Don’t point fingers at me for wasting your time or money—you’ve been warned. To those who, despite all this, are still reading the book—thank you. I’m truly grateful that you’ve given me and my work a chance. I’ll keep doing my best to improve myself and the story. Thank you again, from the bottom of my heart.

" Crimson?" he echoed with a smirk. "In my world, names like that are invitations. How merciful of your mother to offer you up so... willingly." Crimson is just a peasant girl, unremarkable save for her cursed name and flaming red hair, whispered about in markets and muttered over fires. Orphaned and struggling to care for her ailing grandmother, she scrapes by selling vegetables under the frozen sun, enduring cruelty and cold alike. When her village is brutally raided and she is torn from the only life she’s ever known, Crimson is as a servant to a vampire Lord, an immortal creature of shadow and charm, known for his silence and rumored cruelty. But instead of draining her dry, he keeps her close. Too close. And as the walls of his obsidian court close in around her, Crimson begins to realize that he is not the only one watching her… or hunting her. As the line between captor and protector blurs, Crimson discovers secrets buried in blood... hers and theirs. In a world where humans are prey, trust is poison, and darkness wears many faces, she must choose: fade quietly into obedience, or burn her way into legend. Because sometimes, the most dangerous thing in a world of monsters… is a girl who learns to stop running.

To my dear ash, if time is a cruel god then i will be a sinner, just to love you again.

She was once the cherished daughter of a respected professor, but now, she is nothing more than a shadow in the city-poor, struggling, and alone. Whispers follow her wherever she goes. Beauty like hers, they say, is a curse for a girl without power. They assume she'll do anything for money. But she is fire, untamed and unbroken. The university, once her father's legacy, is now under the control of a powerful man-a man who watches her with a cruel smile, waiting for the moment she will break. He holds the strings to her fate, dragging her into a silent war where wealth and control always win. Then, he returns. The boy who once played by her side, the boy who vanished the night of the tragedy, is back-no longer a friend, no longer the boy she knew. Now, he stands at the front of the lecture hall, wearing the title of Professor. His cold, unreadable eyes lock onto hers. His touch lingers like a ghost from the past. He helps her in the shadows, yet she feels his presence in every downfall she faces. Does he still hold the warmth of their past, or has he returned only to watch her drown? As secrets unravel and desires ignite, she must decide-fight against the power that seeks to destroy her, or surrender to the darkness lurking within the man she once called her own.

"My fiancé is a high school student?" Sohee, an Omega drowning in debt, has two choices: marry a younger chaebol Alpha, or sell himself to an older yet violent loan shark Alpha. Ah, there's a third option, too. "Should I just off myself or something?" *** #omegaverse #dominantalpha #powerbottom #collegeromance #healing

She woke up in an unfamiliar room, her body aching, her memories fragmented. The moment she looked in the mirror, she realized—this wasn’t her face. Once, this body belonged to the precious daughter of the Shen family—an heiress admired by all, engaged to Mo Ziqian, heir of the illustrious Mo family. But the moment her family crumbled into bankruptcy—something he had secretly planned—the engagement was coldly broken off. "You're no longer worthy to stand by my side," Mo Ziqian had said, turning his back without a trace of guilt. As if that betrayal wasn’t enough, the original girl was framed, humiliated, and violated—her pain turned into a scandalous video that spread like wildfire. With no dignity left, she chose to end it all. Just when she stood on the edge of death, Mo Zixuan, the younger brother of her ex-fiancé, reached out his hand. "Trust me. I’ll marry you, I’ll protect you." Desperate and drowning, she clung to that lifeline—only to discover she’d stepped into an even darker abyss. His love was a lie, too. "Even you…" she whispered, tears merging with the sea that swallowed her. But fate had other plans. A new soul awoke in the body—vengeful, cold, and calculating. She wasn’t here to mourn. She was here to make them all pay. "You ruined her. Now, I'll ruin you." But something is wrong. As she begins to seek revenge, memories surface that don’t belong to the original girl. Memories of places she’s never been. Names she’s never heard. Emotions that feel too real to ignore. “Whose life am I really living…? Who am I?” Is she truly just an outsider inhabiting a stranger’s body—or is something far deeper at play? What happens when vengeance awakens something older, darker, and more dangerous? She doesn’t just want justice anymore. She wants answers. And she will burn the world to get them.

She wasn’t looking for him. He wasn’t ready for her. And yet, something unspoken kept pulling them closer — and pushing them apart. In a world where timing is rarely perfect and hearts are rarely whole, Made for Maybe tells the tender, aching story of two people dancing around a love that almost feels forbidden by fate. She’s soft-spoken but strong, guarding her heart behind layers of doubt and silence. He’s warm and reckless, carrying his own shadows behind his golden charm. They meet. They drift. They return. But something always lingers between them — maybe distance, maybe fear, maybe… love. Set against the quiet storms of growing up and the hidden corners of first real feelings, this novel explores what it means to fall slowly, to love quietly, and to wonder if the one you’re meant for might just be a maybe. A poignant, emotional romance for anyone who has ever felt too much and said too little

PLEASE READ: Thie collection is not for the faint of heart. This is an evaluation/discussion of harsh and triggering topics. Viewer's digression advised. There are disclaimers/trigger warnings before each passage. You are important and beautiful!

When lies meet passion and power meets control. This is the origin story of my hero. She didn't have a choice when she was brought into this world of given the powers of a world destroyer. Her thrill for the kill leads to the most unlikely turn of events. Love, passion, spells, obsession. What becomes of the sole heir and Avenging angel of both Asgard and Valhalla. can she stand the tests of fate and destiny or will she fall like her mother. Read to find out

Its as been an life long dream to be in mobile fleet, now the world in chaos not only I am in in but sergeant of the biggest army and eng call the sky dogs, and to engineer the carrier jet, talk about need to flight, this is my story

* Disaster struck Constance Sylvaine’s life when her husband, Lorenzo Morelli, the main heir of the Morelli mafia famiglia, loved and cheated with someone else—Vittoria Speranza, Constance’s best friend—and she was pregnant. Constance was tortured and forced; Lorenzo Morelli was so happy when she signed the divorce paper. Months later, however, Morelli was shocked to know that Constance is a billionaire heiress of the powerful, rich Sadie Kaiser, and now a superhot trillionaire CEO with dark desires and obsessions—Slater Blackthorne—is asking for her hand. * Slater breathes in Sadie's ear. "You die when I say you die, and right now, I'm not done with you. I'm never going to be done with you—you're mine. Mine, that means no one else gets to hurt you. I am the only one who gets to hurt you."

The Teahouse of Fleeting Souls is a dark fantasy novel steeped in Chinese folklore and supernatural mystery. Set in an ancient town shrouded in mist, the story follows a mysterious woman who runs a hidden teahouse that serves not the living—but the dead. Each cup of tea brewed in the teahouse reveals a forgotten memory, an unresolved regret, or a lingering curse. Wandering spirits come seeking solace, redemption, or revenge—and the teahouse’s enigmatic owner offers them more than just tea: she offers them a final choice. As the veil between worlds begins to thin, long-buried secrets rise, karmic debts unfold, and the line between host and ghost starts to blur… A tale of fate, vengeance, and the price of memory—The Teahouse of Fleeting Souls is where the past is never truly gone, and every sip could be your last.

What would you do if you met a mysterious charming stranger, but could never fully see his face? That was the very predicament Cloud Belmont found himself in. It was unusual to find the spark one had been searching for, for so many years on Palace Grounds, but somehow they had found each other. Although this mysterious man knows everything about Cloud. Cloud has not even seen the face of the person he spends endless amounts of hours with. Follow Cloud’s journey on finding out who the man is and his own journey on finding himself.

This is a story about Maxwell's book of life , whose pages has been torn, taken and of him forced into a struggle not his own. The path forced on him and how he advances forward in the face of inevitable demise. His struggle for survival in a foreign world, amidst foreign people and his longing for home. Are his footsteps those of a titan, a shadow or a speck of light amidst stars?

JUSTICE FOR NIGHTSHADE **A sister's vengeance. A killer's secret. A game where the truth bleeds.** My sister's murder was ruled a *random robbery*-until I found her files labeled **"Nightshade."** Now I know the truth: **Victor Lee** paid to silence her. **Liu Chen**, his merciless bodyguard, wielded the knife. And **Maya**, my sister's *best friend*, helped plan it. I'm just an actress playing a role... but this time, the role is **revenge**.

SYNOPSIS: Betrayed. Beaten. Buried — but never broken. Two years ago, Mark, the undefeated underground fighting champion, vanished after a brutal setup by his closest friend-turned-rival, Kade. Left for dead in the back alleys of Sector Nine, Mark faded into legend — a ghost of the ring. Now, he’s back. Fueled by vengeance and reborn through pain, Mark re-enters the brutal underworld he once ruled, punching his way through cybernetic monsters, twisted champions, and blood-hungry crowds. Each fight is a step closer to the man who destroyed his life. But this time… Mark isn’t just fighting to win. He’s fighting to reclaim his name, his honor, and his vengeance. No rules. No mercy. Just fists.

A disaster called Greatwash caused by a person who wanted god-hood. This disaster leads to the jumbling up of elements. Sentient beings adapt to live under water on the ocean beds. In this magical world, after a political move by the supreme king everyone finds themselves in an adventurous voyage in their quench for immense power. Protagonists in the world, unlike other citizens realise themselves being woven into a bigger scheme of political hierarchy where the voyagers are puppets of the supreme king's and others' likings. Now these protagonists has to get hold of the strings they are being controlled with and reform the world into their own political priorities. In the process our protagonists finds themselves clashing with the ideologies of other protagonists. This quest for utopia quickly turns into an all out battle royale of political powers. The protagonists ought to survive and they ought to win. Find out who wins this battle of royale of politics and magical powers in an anthological drama.

I wrote this fan fiction for my more than a friend Chloe and all my pervy desires…

Highschool sucks, imagine having your own death repeating in ways that you wouldn’t wish on your own enemy all by trying to help some friends! Welcome to my life

For Her Sake by Keira Nox Kelechi Okafor never asked to be a symbol. Not for rebellion. Not for revenge. But when her father’s legacy is buried in blood, and her name becomes a threat, she disappears into a city ruled by fear and secrets. With Malik by her side and Ayo in her past Kelechi will bring the truth to light. Some women don’t run. They burn it all down.

In 1789, a prisoner held at Entrago, Spain, slowly loses their sanity and identity, as the gravity of their situation is put into perspective.

A tale set a long, long time ago. It has a young Emperor. It also has a foreign Crown Prince. Set in a prosperous country torn inside by the shaking foundations in the royal family. The said Country also has a Crown Princess; a shadow of the emperor. A Crown Princess willing to do anything to protect the country from the hungry wolves waiting. Breaking all the traditions, she became an advisor of the court. Like an eagle she soars the skys, to protect what is her birth right. A certain Crown Prince notices. hmm...how long till the wings are clipped? I will be posting this story on RoyalRoad.com

"Ah... Stop, Malik," she whispered, her voice filled with a mix of ecstasy and resistance. Her involuntary moans cut through the darkness enveloping them. Her wrists were pinned against the sofa, and his lips traveled slowly across her neck, each kiss igniting a fiery desire within him. "Did you think you could toy with my feelings and then simply flee?" he growled, his voice raspy with an intensity that even surprised him. His arm wrapped tightly around her, while she struggled to suppress her reactions, closing her eyes against the bittersweet torment of his kisses. "What we had was nothing but a fleeting love," she murmured defiantly, her words fueling his need. He pressed his lips forcefully against hers, deepening the kiss as he explored her mouth with an insatiable hunger. Her lips were a forbidden delight, but she fought against him, knowing this was a mistake. As she pulled away, he reclaimed her lips, consumed by his obsession. "Fleeting love?" he whispered urgently into her ear, tracing her skin and sending shivers down her spine. "I have your name engraved in my heart—your voice, your lips, our first night, every moment." With a gentle move, he unclasped her bra, the straps falling beneath her top. "Forget me? I'm doing us both a favor. I have a life; you already have a fiancé—" Her words were silenced by his finger softly brushing her lips. "It's already called off," he declared. "I will never let go of the gift that you are. You are mine, always and forever. No other man will ever have you, or he’ll face my wrath." "What could possibly stop me if not death itself? I will never cease to chase and love you, my dearest wife," he vowed, tightening his embrace. As her eyes widened, she realized the depth the obsession she had unknowingly nurtured. She pondered the chain of events leading her to this inevitable fate, a consequence of one small act of kindness spiraling into a consuming obsession.