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[WSA 2025] After dying while trying to save his childhood friend, Tyler finds himself in a world he knew all too well, but there are some very big problems. No, it wasn’t the fact that he was an extra; in this world, it didn’t matter if you reincarnated as the main character or an insignificant extra. Steal the opportunities of the main characters and their companions? Nope, not possible. Everyone in the world ends up dying except for the two main characters, and it's unavoidable. He literally doomed. So, what can he do? There was only one narrow path open for him to become the only other strong character that could survive the calamity, the only one greatest nemesis of the main character, "The Demon King." ___________________________ Additional tags about the story, [1] Tragedies [2] Complex MC and side characters [3] Heavy character development [4] No-Harem [5] Dark [6] Magic [7] Slowburn.. [8] Rarebloodline [9] Fated-Love [10] Demons, Dragons, Elves, and Otherworlders. ______________________________ #Reader Goals --- Every 50 Golden Tickets = 1 Extra Chapter Every 200 Power Stones = 1 Extra Chapter Every Magic Castle = 4 Extra Chapter ______________________________ (2 chapters Daily) (GMT+8, 00:00 - Update Time)

"SSS-grade Talent? More like fraudulent trash that should’ve died long ago for being useless!" --- During the Libro Cultivation Path Selection, Reith Sorakaze receives a grade-less cultivation path, immediately declared worthless by the very people who once praised him. Though mocked, rejected, and standing at the edge of death itself, Reith refuses to give in. Deep down, he knows his cultivation path holds more power than anyone realizes. Soon after, he’s recruited into the Regional Insignia—a brutal training ground for cultivators—and it’s there that his journey truly begins. Faced with constant danger, betrayal, and impossible trials, only Reith’s unwavering will and the hidden strength of his mysterious path keep him from breaking. Yet, his goal remains clear: to find his missing sister and prove that even a so-called “church rat” can rise to become the greatest in the world. But the road to supremacy is narrow and merciless. Even the strongest beings have shattered on this path. Will Reith’s determination and strength of mind be enough? Or will the darkness lurking in his heart consume him first? AUTHORS NOTE: → UPDATE SCHEDULE: 4 chapters daily if I don't die after the first day! → Mass Upload the day this book gets contracted. (Not revealing the amount of chapters.) → After contract, update schedule would be 6 chapters daily. I am not a robot, and I can crash out so I'd at least try to post 2 chapters the day I crash out. Sorry, not sorry. ^^ → Golden tickets and gifts would be appreciated! Feed me so I can have energy to update more! → No grammatical errors. If you spot one, I'm uploading two chapters extra that day as my punishment. → There's an added volume for the world building of the story to make you easily understand. Yes, I added it late and that's why it's in volume 2. Read my book and Love 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.

She gave up her dream of shining on the ballerina stage —for him. She sacrificed her self-respect —for him. She forgot her true identity —for him. But even after all that, she couldn’t compare to the woman who held Ryan’s heart. Arwen Quinn, heiress of prestigious Quinn family, realized too late that no matter what she did, she would never win Ryan’s love. The future that awaited her was a life trapped in endless misery of a loveless marriage. So, decisively, she ends their relationship and walks away. What she didn’t expect was that in breaking free from Ryan, she had opened the door for Aiden to enter her life — a chance that he had been waiting for. Aiden Winslow, an enigmatic CEO isn’t just mysterious —he is determined, and won’t allow to take Arwen away from him again. ____ Excerpt: Aiden narrowed his eyes, “Are you sure about this?” “If I wasn’t sure, I wouldn’t have asked,” Arwen replied coolly. “Stop dawdling. If you’re unwilling, I’ll find someone else who can get the marriage certificates today.” His expression darkened as he pulled her close. “Once offered to me, it’s mine alone.” Unfazed, Arwen asked, “So, do you accept? If yes, we’ll get the certificates now.” “On one condition,” he said. “I don’t do contract marriages. The woman I marry will be the woman I share my bed with. If you agree, then we’ll—” “Not a problem. Let’s go,” Arwen said without letting him finish, pulling him into the Civil Marriage Bureau.

"Strip." The command was sharp, laced with authority, cutting through the silence like the crack of a whip. The deep timbre of Dimitri's voice sent a shiver down the spines of the gathered women. They had learned quickly in the past two days, obedience meant survival. At his order, they bowed their heads, hands trembling as they peeled away the thin, tattered fabric that barely shielded them from humiliation. But one of them did not move. She stood frozen in place promting Dimitri's eyes narrow. _________ Born in a world of deception, Princess Sorayah Drakon was forced to live as a prince, hiding her gender and her unique gifts. She can heal wounds, command the elements, disguise as someone else or animals, manipulate dreams, creates powerful illusions, and ability to wield strength no other human possesses. Feeling trapped, she sheds her false identity under the cover of night to dress as a woman. One fateful night, during one of these secret escapades, she met Lupien Nightshade, the crown prince of the werewolves! It was love at first sight. But love soon turns into tragedy when Lupien kills her father, throwing the human kingdom into chaos. Humans were captured as slaves and Sorayah became one of them. She swore revenge, wanting to get close to Lupien to kill him but before she could, she was claimed by Dimitri Nightshade, Lupien's uncle! When she realized their interests aligned, Sorayah sought to gain his trust and use him as a weapon. Two enemies. One kingdom. A shared thirst for destruction. But there was something else. Something Sorayah hadn't planned for. Dimitri Nightshade was irresistible. She hated him so much she wanted to carve his heart out with her bare hands but she couldn't deny the way he made her burn with passion. Will Soraya be able to bend him to her will? Or will she be trapped in his claws forever?

The Steppeborn: The Art of War and the Broken Path The steppe was never conquered. It was unmade. The Orontai rode like wind across the grasslands, their breath bound to sky and silence, not cities or thrones. But the Zhong Empire came with iron phalanxes and talismans of fire. They did not bring war. They brought extinction. Altan was born to that vanishing. A child without elemental gift. Voiceless. Spirit-null. Unwanted. Yet when the Zhong burned the clans, he did not beg. He fought. And when his mother, the last Flamecaller, stood alone on the ridge and whispered “Run,” he obeyed. Not to survive. But to remember. Hunted and broken, he fled west to the edge of the world, a place left blank on every chart, not out of myth, but because no one who entered ever returned. There, in the forbidden abyss known only in old blood and older fear, he fell into something deeper than legend. A chasm where cultivation dies and pain speaks. When he returned, the war had changed. But so had he. As phalanx legions rise and empires tighten their grip, a different kind of war begins. Formations clash in passes narrow as memory. Shields lock. Spears break. Blood spills in the thousands. There are no gods here. No destiny. Only discipline, silence, and the will to endure. And the storm no longer comes from the sky. It rises from the chasm. "This story is also being published on RoyalRoad.com under the same title and author."

She's gonna kill the instructor, Alpha," Talon had said. "Or herself. Or both. There's no telling with that one. The sex ed teacher made her do diagrams today." Apparently, the instructor was relentless. No subtlety. No metaphors. No poetic euphemisms. Nope. Just hard, anatomical facts and brutally graphic expectations. And Luna? Poor, brave, deeply mortified Luna? She was dying. Every. Single. Day. Kyllian smirked as he stepped into his quarters. Her scent hit him instantly. He heard a thud upstairs. He climbed the stairs quietly, not wanting to startle her mid-breakdown. At the top, he paused, listening. "…and then she said, if you do not properly stimulate the upper hood of the clitoris—WHAT EVEN IS A CLITORIS HOOD?! Is it a hat? Why does it need a hat?!" Kyllian barely contained his laughter, biting his knuckles as Talon's voice drifted back. "Technically, it's a fold of skin. Like a protective flap." "Oh my GODS, Talon, get out before I break something over your head." There was a loud thwap. Possibly a throw pillow. Kyllian finally entered the room, casual as ever. "Sounds like your education is going well." Luna turned, her eyes wide with righteous fury and embarrassment. "I'm scarred, Kyllian," she hissed. "Mentally. Emotionally. Spiritually." He raised a brow. "That bad, huh?" "She made me draw a penis yesterday." Talon snorted behind her. "It was terrible. Looked like a deformed eggplant." Luna hurled a throw pillow at him. "GET OUT!" Talon darted from the room with a cackle. "So," Kyllian said, lounging back in one of the plush velvet armchairs in the sitting room "What did you learn today that has your knickers in a twist?" Luna, standing in the middle of the room with her arms crossed and a deeply offended look on her face, sighed dramatically. "I learned how to perform oral sex." Kyllian blinked. "I… I beg your pardon?" She tilted her head, sarcasm oozing from every word. "Oral sex, Kyllian. With detail. And a diagram. And a banana." "A banana?" "A banana!" she repeated, throwing her hands in the air. "Like, is that standard procedure?" Kyllian grinned, his amusement growing. "Come on, tell me how she explained it." His tone had shifted less teasing now and more intrigued, though he still wore that maddening smirk. He shifted forward in his seat, elbows resting on his knees. Luna narrowed her eyes at him suspiciously. "Why? So you can laugh at me?" "Absolutely," he said with zero shame. "But mostly because I want to see this banana demonstration for myself." With a dramatic groan, she snatched the nearest banana from the fruit bowl on the coffee table. The irony that it had been sitting right there, mocking her with its yellow smugness, was not lost on her. She held it up with two fingers. "Okay, so first, she said this is the penis…" Kyllian held up a finger. "Wait. Did she call it that?" ***** What happens when a werewolf princess is created for one sole purpose? For revenge against the vampire prince. Princess Luna is artificially mated to Prince Damien. She fights the bond with everything and even agrees to an arranged marriage with Alpha Kyllian. but when her survival depends on a hard choice, the prince chooses to mark her even when it meant it would take him down. Dying and still refused by the werewolf princess, he has to find a way to provide an heir for his people or his uncle Gabriel will turn the entire Blood City upside down if he takes the throne. His people look to him for their own survival but then his only chance of living might be to find his true mate. Will his bond with Luna be able to withstand what fate and politics throw their way?

# HAPPYENDING # TWOWAYCRUSH # SCUM-TORTURING Jiang Yaoyao’s boyfriend suddenly cheated on her, and the mistress was her nemesis of many years! After teaching those scumbags a lesson, the young lady of the Jiang family declared publicly, “Since she screwed me over, I’ll screw her brother!” Half an hour later, under the dim light of a bar corridor, a handsome man with an indifferent look on his face narrowed his eyes. He let out a puff of smoke and said in a low, alluring voice, “I heard you wanted to screw me?” Jiang Yaoyao stuttered nervously, “I-I-I… I was only joking!” Bo Jinlan: “...” #I’ve waited for you to break up for so long, but I didn’t expect you to be so cowardly# [Male lead] Bo Jinlan was the eldest son of the Bo family, who were the wealthiest in the city. People only knew that he was cold, majestic, modest and placed himself above everyone else. He never had a woman by his side. He was the last and only elegant gentleman in the upper-class society. Until one day, a certain gossip Weibo posted a photo: On the roadside late at night, Bo Jinlan was wearing a suit and leather shoes, pressing a girl in a red dress against the car as he kissed her. The whole upper society was in an uproar. No one ever thought the always gentle and elegant Bo Jinlan would act so wild in private! Jiang Yaoyao: “Mr. Bo is not only wild in private, but he’s also very seductive!” [Female lead] Jiang Yaoyao had secretly loved Bo Jinlan for many years. She carefully hid her feelings, until she woke up one day in a hotel with him lying beside her… Later, when she became Bo Jinlan’s fiancee, nobody in the Jiang family dared to bully her anymore. All the bigshots in high society were respectful to her. Everywhere she went, a bunch of younger people would call her “sister-in-law”. And then… Mr. Bo was suddenly so addicted to her!

Alina Darrow has lived her life wrapped in luxury, privilege, and lies. The daughter of a powerful senator, she’s been protected from the world’s darkest corners—until she uncovers a secret her father would kill to keep buried. Cassian Vale was sent to silence her. The underboss of a feared crime syndicate, he’s known for turning disobedience into dust. But something about Alina—her fire, her fearlessness—makes him do the one thing he’s never done: disobey. He locks her away, not to kill her—but to keep her. As her world narrows to the walls of his hidden estate, hatred turns to obsession, and fear bleeds into desire. But in this game of secrets and power, love is the most dangerous weapon of all—and the most binding. Because silk may feel soft on the skin, but it hides blood just the same.

In the crumbling halls of Saint Lysandra’s Orphanage, Mikael discovers a door that wasn’t there yesterday, a narrow red door with no handle, only a keyhole shaped like a doll’s eye. No one else seems to notice it. No one except Elise, the quiet girl who never speaks unless it's to deliver warnings no one believes. When strange dreams begin to blur with reality and porcelain dolls whisper secrets in the dark, Mikael realizes the door isn’t just a door, it’s a passage to something much older, something that remembers him. Behind that door lies the Dollhouse: a twisted, ever-shifting world of forgotten memories, cursed children, and crimson dreams that feed on fear. If Mikael wants to survive, and uncover the truth about who he really is, he’ll need to open the door. But some doors were never meant to be opened.

"Aria," he said softly. "Today is your birthday." It wasn't a question, but I nodded nevertheless. "The moon is full tonight," he added, his voice quiet. "You will attend the ceremony." "Of course, Elder," I replied, puzzled. All eighteen-year-olds attended the ceremony. It was essential. He leaned in, smelling gently. "You already feel it, don't you? "The change." My heartbeat skipped. "What change?" Elder Malin's eyes narrowed. "Interesting. "Very interesting." He reached inside his pocket and retrieved a little pouch. "Wear this tonight." I accepted it hesitantly. Inside was a simple moonstone pendant with a leather cord. "But this is for—" "Wear it," he interjected. "Hide it under your clothes if you must, but wear it." Moonstones were precious. They aided our connection to the Moon Goddess during ceremonies. However, they were only given to wolves from influential families (Alphas and Betas). Not Omegas like me. "Why?" I questioned. Elder Malin glanced at Mira before returning his attention to me. "Because someone is harboring secrets about you, child. And tonight, those secrets may be revealed." ~ I never mattered in our pack. Omegas like me serve, submit, and survive. We don't dream of love. We don't dream of power. She was the future Luna. I was just the girl who watched from the shadows. But everything changed on my 18th birthday. I felt the bond. I met my mate. One of the Alpha's sons. But the Alpha has triplets, and I felt the mate bond with all three and it seems the three of them felt it too — three perfect warriors, three powerful Alphas, three secrets buried beneath the surface. One of them is my destiny. One of them is lying. And one of them might be the death of me. The Moon Goddess doesn't make mistakes... but this time, I think she might've given me too much to handle.

~•No Escape•~ "Are you running away from me, my sweet girl" spoke a voice in the hallway that made her stop in her tracks. The hallway had turned dark with only the wall lamps that burned brightly casting the shadow of the man on the floor as he slowly emerged from the other end. "What are you doing here, your majesty," She said and bowed immediately as she saw him approach her with slow but steady steps. "You haven't answered me, sweet" The man said with a sweet smile that made her wary and he heard the way her heart skipped a beat. He stood before her and used his index finger to raise her chin. He tilted his head as he gazed into her green eyes that looked back at him with fear. He took a step forward closing the distance between them and his eyes narrowed when she took a step back, but that didn't stop him from cornering her. "Did you think you can escape from me?" He continued to question and she didn't miss the mockery behind his words. "I…I" she felt her words tied to her tongue because of the man's daunting aura. She felt him trace her forehead with his finger down to her jaw. He continued moving his hand down to her neck and to the top of her swell and her thudding heart hitched when his hand continued to stay there. "Did you think you can escape from me?" He bent towards her as he spoke. His breath fell on her neck which sent a jolt that traveled down her body. "I told you, you're tied to me and me to you" _______________________ Perdita Kartar was a winsome yet strange young lady. She had an appealing beauty with her green eyes that invoked and impelled anyone who gazed into them. She had fooled her villagers so she could live and protect herself and her remaining family from the night creatures and also humans. But what was bizarre of all, was that Perdita had a secret she shared with no one. She had lived in the village since she was little, and over the years, she had been discreet with each move she made. Unfortunately, things didn't go as she planned. Despite her cautious decorum and fight to stay out of sight, a pair of glacial red eyes falls on her, which followed and refused to leave her out of sight.

On the day of her wedding to her childhood sweetheart, Natalie Ford received an unexpected gift: a marriage certificate. It stated that she was already married to a complete stranger—Aiden Handrix. While the wedding guests continued to mock and insult her, her lover Ivan decided to dump her, choosing to marry her half-sister Briena instead. To add insult to injury, she was thrown out of her home. To prove her innocence, Natalie Ford could only take one course of action - she had to find this mysterious Aiden Handrix and get to the bottom of this! The next day, there was news trending on the TV. Justin Harper, the heir of the richest family in the Bayford was returning home. Natalie’s eyes narrowed at the TV screen. ‘Why does this man look exactly like the man in the picture of my wedding certificate?’ In the quest of uncovering the mystery behind her said marriage, she decided to follow him and ask personally. “Are you married?” “No.” “Do you have a twin brother?” “No?” “By chance you heard the name Aiden Handrix?” “No.” “Then, who the hell are you?’ “Your brother.” “Wait, what?” “Yes. Now pack your bags and come home with me.” First got a husband out of the blue and now a brother with the same face? Was god creating clones and offering them to her with different relationships?

Jim is a healthy youth who has just graduated from the ordinary local university in his city. With his degree in his hand, he started searching for jobs in the city. Even though his tries to get job were mostly met with rejections he never lost hope and always maintained positive attitude towards life. One morning he was getting ready for an interview in the local company who were hiring freshers, he felt someone hit him on his head before losing consciousness, what he didn't know then was all the people in the world also lost consciousness simultaneously within seconds. When Jim reopened his eyes again, he was sleeping on a hard iron bed fixed to the floor. The room he was in was 10 sq meters built like an iron cage with no windows but just a door on the other side of the room. Just opposite to the bed there was an iron table with multiple drawers which was also welded to the floor making the already cramped room narrower for walking. Jim wobbly woke up from the bed and tried opening the door and found it was locked, and he couldn't open it. Apprehensive about the circumstances he began shouting with fright so someone could hear his voice and open the door for him, but he didn't get any reply. After shouting for an hour, he got tired and sat on the sliding chair fixed to the table next to the bed. Only now he saw a laptop present on the table which was also embedded in it. As soon as he opened the laptop it started immediately, and words started appearing on it. Find out what did Jim see on the screen and his journey

The dead should stay dead. Kael Arvid repeated the words like a prayer as he adjusted the raven mask over his scarred face. The carved beak pressed cold against the bridge of his nose, the eyeholes narrowing his vision to slits of flickering torchlight. Beneath him, the ballroom of House Dain shimmered—a grotesque painting of gold and rot. Nobles laughed behind ivory masks, their gloved hands clutching goblets of wine dark as clotting blood. The air reeked of clove and something fouler beneath, like meat left too long in the sun. He hadn't come for wine. The dagger at his belt was hungry. It had waited seven years for this night. Seven years since House Dain's soldiers kicked in the door of his family's cottage. Seven years since he'd watched from the treeline as the flames turned his sister's screams to smoke. Seven years of imagining this moment—the moment he'd slide steel between Lord Dain's ribs and whisper his family's names as the light

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?"

London, 1878. Thick fog hides secrets... and crimes. Nathan Blauth, newly graduated and full of ambition, finally gets the chance to prove his worth when he is assigned to investigate an opium trafficking network that is corroding the alleys of London's suburbs. But there is one obstacle: his partner is Eric Félix, a seasoned veteran, ruthless... and incapable of working as part of a team. Amid mistrust, dangerous investigations, and chases through the city's narrow streets, Nathan finds himself not only confronted by a past he tried to forget, but also by unexpected feelings: a silent and dangerous passion for the man he swore not to trust. In a London consumed by fog, addiction, and desire, uncovering who is behind the trafficking may be less risky than discovering himself.

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

He narrows his green eyes at me as he leans back, folding his arms across his chest, "We're really going to do this again, aren't we?" "What do you mean?" I ask, annoyed. "This little game where you pretend to hate me, when I really know you're just in love with me," he replies, smirking. I scoff and roll my eyes, "In love?" I laugh loudly, "With you? No. I loathe you." Hating Jordan Gallagher was just so easy... "It's not that I don't believe in love. I just don't think it's meant for people like me."- Jordan Gallagher “Sometimes the people who hurt us the worst are the ones we need the most.”- Elyse Gates

My name is Evren Lestir. Once, I was a girl who saw the world in colors so bright, they could warm even the coldest soul. But life has a cruel way of testing even the brightest flames. After losing everything I held dear, I drifted through a hollow existence—numb to the world, blind to its colors, and deaf to its call. I thought nothing could reignite the light I lost. Then The System found me. With shimmering blue panels and words that hummed like perfect promises, it pulled me into another reality—a maze of endless worlds stitched together by missions, monsters, and the illusion of progress. A labyrinth where forward was the only option. At first, I thought it was salvation. Each step, each battle, each drop of blood painted forgotten colors back into my world. I grew drunk on the hues I had lost, chasing the sky’s beauty with a childlike wonder, believing the fields and hills before me were all there was. But a torch shining in a narrow corridor can make even a prison look like a palace. In truth, I was a frog at the bottom of a well, gazing at a fragment of a sky—naïve to the infinite world beyond the gritty stone walls built by The System. But after a mistake in that omnipotent construct, I found myself peeking through a crack in the wall, presented with a fragment of the truth I never saw. This maze was never meant to be escaped. It was never meant to be climbed—not even to glimpse the sky beyond. Yet through that slender crack, a flicker of sunlight ignited something long-buried within me—a spark of the campfire I once carried. I will chase that light. I will see beyond these walls. And I will remember the world they tried to bury. Even if every strike I make against the walls sends ripples of ruin through the maze.

Seven years! I arrived in the world of Godsfall seven years ago, in the body of a E-rank trash. But not without a gift—'Identity Devour,' a one-time talent that allows me to replace anyone permanently, in body and soul. Sounds overpowered, right? It's not. It comes with its own set of flaws. So, for seven years I have been patient. Waiting. Bidding my time. Narrowing my target list and... planning. Until today. ---- Disclaimer: The 'I Devoured the Major Antagonist' is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

"Thank you. Well, now that I've managed to ruin breakfast," Lyra began, attempting a sheepish smile. "Apologies for that, by the way…" She tilted her head slightly, trying to come across as both remorseful and adorable. Elias didn't miss a beat. "Oh, you apologise in your world? I thought it was a foreign concept to you." Lyra raised an eyebrow. "Uh… am I missing something? Am I supposed to owe you any other apology aside from this?" She gestured dramatically at the battlefield formerly known as the breakfast table. "I guess we can consider bumping into a man while stark naked the norm in your world, then?" Lyra's jaw dropped in outrage, and she immediately slapped her palm to the table. "Bumping? You bumped into me! You were in the room without knocking!!! You wanted to see me naked!!!" "Oh, speak a little bit louder," he said in a low, venomously sarcastic tone. "I don't think the entire castle heard you. Please, by all means—broadcast to the staff, the kitchen, the stables—that you, an unmarried lady… yes?... were alone in a room with a bachelor. Oh wait, naked!" He leaned in with a smirk. "That's not the scandal of the century. So go on… speak even louder. Maybe the bards will write a song about it." Lyra narrowed her eyes at him. "You're an asshole," she said.  "You're a constipated… sad… pompous… asshole!!! You know that?" she shot back, rising to her feet. Thaddeus, who had quietly been trying to clean up the spill without being noticed, froze in place. How is it that anyone could speak to the prince this way? And get away with it. Even Lady Lirae, whom he was head over heels in love with wouldn't dare. "I wouldn't know…" Elias said, his lips twitching into a devilish smirk. "I have never peeked into an ass's hole before. Apparently, you have, seeing how you're being quite graphic. Tell me, Miss Lyra… what else did you find in there?" ***** Trapped in another world, where carriages are ridden instead of Ubers, Lily is apparently the doppelgänger of a missing/dead noblewoman. She meets the brooding, annoyingly handsome prince- Elias who is constantly amazed at how improper she is. But when Lyra finds out that Elias was on trial for the disappearance of her doppelganger. She is frightened into desperately finding a way out of the Cursed Terra Lucida. Elias offers her a deal, if she can pretend to be Lirae until he can find out what happened to her, then he would help her find her way back to her world. And so it begins, a fake engagement, a rushed wedding and the unravelling of a plot so evil, it would shake the entire Terra Lucida. WARNING; includes very sexy and steamy detailing.

Title: The Seclusion of Pens For six long years, Pens had lived in isolation, hidden away in a secluded mountain retreat where time seemed to stretch endlessly. The walls of her small cabin were lined with books, maps, and remnants of a life she barely remembered. The only sounds were the rustling trees and the occasional howl of the wind through the narrow valley. She had once been someone—someone important, perhaps even powerful—but now, she was just a ghost, forced to pretend she was dead to the world. She had never been given the full truth, only fragments of explanations whispered to her before she was taken away. "For your safety," they had said. "For the greater good," they had insisted. But what was this greater good that required her to vanish from existence? Why did she have to live like a shadow, watching the world from the edge of oblivion? Pens had spent years trying to piece together the mystery of her exile. Was she a fugitive? A missing heiress? A pawn in some unseen war? Every possibility seemed more absurd than the last. She had trained in secret, sharpening her mind, her body, and her instincts, preparing for the day she could break free. But the world had not forgotten her entirely—there was still the promise. Every six months, a messenger arrived at dusk, cloaked in secrecy, delivering a single cryptic letter. Sometimes, it contained nothing more than a warning. Other times, it offered hints of the life she had left behind. But always, without fail, it ended with the same words: "You may go out once. Just once." It was a cruel allowance—one fleeting night of freedom before returning to her prison. Each time, she ventured beyond the mountains, blending into crowds, searching for answers. Each time, she returned with more questions than before. As the sun set on another six-month mark, Pens stood at the threshold of her hidden world, gripping the newest letter in her hands. This time, it was different. The words on the page were urgent, almost desperate: "You must leave. Do not return. The promise is broken." Her heart pounded. For the first time in six years, she wasn’t just being given a night of freedom. She was being told to run.

Years ago, a mortal warrior ended the war between gods and men—using a name the heavens still whisper with fear: Requiem. But the name was never truly his. It belonged to someone older, wiser. Someone who vanished long before the final blow was struck. Now, the war is over—but peace is only a lie well told. When Artemis, goddess of the hunt, is betrayed by her kin and left for dead, it is her brother’s final sacrifice that buys her a narrow escape. Wounded and hunted, she finds shelter in the last place she expected: the remote cabin of the man who once nearly killed her. Mark lives a quiet life now, blade sheathed, demons buried deep. But the world will not let him rest. Not while Olympus breathes. As gods stir and old names begin to resurface, Artemis and Mark must gather allies—divine and mortal alike—and prepare for what comes next. Whispers speak of a deeper war, of powers long thought lost… and of shadows that never truly left the battlefield. The gods may have won their throne, but the reckoning has only just begun. ________________________________________________________________ I will aim to release 2 chapters a week, Some will be long others will be short. I don't have an exact word goal I'm aiming to achieve.

“Kid, instead of staying out here in this dump—why not come with me? You can play all the tennis you want. Live in a better place without having to worry about not having enough food on the table or clothes on your back” I looked up at him, eyes narrowing. Disbelief. Suspicion. This wasn’t normal. Nothing about this was normal. A stranger in rich clothes shows up out of nowhere, offers me a golden ticket out of this dump, and expects me to just say yes? Yeah, right. Every instinct I had was screaming. My gut twisted with a familiar tension—one I knew better than to ignore. So I did the only thing I know how to do when the world gets too close. I ran.

"Curiosity killed the cat." The sinister man raised the edges of his lips into a grin before injecting the girl's neck ruthlessly, leaving her unconscious. [Disclaimer: Rated 18 solely for the blood and gore scenes. Extreme torture and abuse scenes included, however, a warning shall be given at the start of such chapters and I will be briefly explaining everything for those who skipped the chapters with such content. Read at your own discretion.] **** Nancy Morgan was an average college girl who was bored of her little-to-none thrilling life and wanted something new. But what she got for that was not necessarily what she asked for. She got into a life-threatening accident. Roth Rogers, her family friend, inserted a chip inside her brain to save her. However, it attracted evil people to go after her. To protect her from the upcoming dangers, Roth appointed his adopted son, Samuel Rogers as her bodyguard. However, more than the people who were trying to abduct her for the cutting-edge technology, Nancy's curiosity rang for her bodyguard's mysterious life. Little did she know, her curiosity unlocked many secrets and troubles.... Like Immortality and artificial diseases. Trapped in a dilemma of science and immortality, Nancy must find out more about her bodyguard, and his connection with all of the mess. **** [Excerpt] "How come you have appeared at my house?" Samuel asked, ignoring her question. "And at such an hour? Are your parents aware?" He was bombarding questions at her after her system told her strange things. Nancy was irritated enough to break his neck, but she kept her composure. "Listen here, you little shit, the system is saying you're hurt. And that's what I asked you. Only I ask the questions here." Nancy clarified before jumping onto the bed, an inch apart from him, as she ran her hand from his shirt's collar to the first button. Who wears dress shirts in bed? Before Nancy could unbutton his shirt, he grabbed her hand with a frown on his face. "I do not know what your system told you, but I must clarify that I am not hurt," Samuel said before moving her hand aside. "Prove it, then," Nancy muttered. "The system says it's a thoracic injury. Show me that it's not." "Even if there is one, I believe you have nothing to do with it." Samuel backfired. Right. Nancy had nothing to do with his matters. But she was dying to remove that shirt from him. No, no! Not for any other business. She just needed to see if the gunshot wound was still there or not. "Which means there is a wound," Nancy said, trying to sound unfazed by his words. "I'll help you treat it." She stood up before walking over to the nightstand opposite them to get the first-aid kit. He watched her with narrowed vision, and she stared back from the corner of her eye. {Probability of survival : 50%... 60%... 65%} {The Wound shows signs of healing. Abnormalities detected.} {Platelet count: Normal.} {Platelet function: Faster than normal.} The system kept raising abnormalities from Samuel as if the system could've never guessed for such an existence. It made Nancy wonder, too. She was sure he was another invention. One way, or another… He was involved. [Note: All my novels are fictional. None of the characters and events have actually taken place.] **** Join my ded discord server: https://discord.gg/HsYbkZP29D Cover Artist: https://www.instagram.com/alina._.smthng/ **** Special Thanks to my mother for devising a name. I had been working on this for 2 years but I couldn't get a name. My mom asked me about the plot and I told her that it was complicated; That's when she said 'Dilemma' If you like complicated things, this is for you! Thank you for giving this a shot.

"What you gonna do? Force your way out?" He smirked. My eyes widened due to his audacity. "Y-you a$$hole!" I exclaimed in annoyance. Why can't he understand the word no? I saw how his demeanor got dark. His already chinky eyes narrowed into slits as he glared daggers at me. His stance grew predatory, and I blanched. He's being scary. "I am what?" He whispered animosity is on his voice. My tongue got tied as I tried to bite back a curt and failed. He was already walking towards me, but I held my place. I'm not going to show him he can intimidate me. We were just mere centimeters apart now, and his scent invaded my personal space again. "You are staying." He mumbled. His fingers traced the contour of my collar bone before dipping at the hollow on my neck. "And you know that we still have that deal, yeah?" He moved his fingers up my neck and grabbed me by my nape before pulling me close to him. His face hunched closer to nuzzle my neck, and then he started pressing little kisses that made my eyes close. He is seducing me... "We're going to seal that deal sooner or later, Lyubov moya. I hope you're ready." He rasped in my ear right before he bit down. --------------------------------------- Wynter McIver, Queen of the Boardroom. She was born with a silver spoon in her mouth, and she always gets what she wants. At 28, her mother pushes her to marry, but she never agreed nor even think about it. She's in her prime life and being tied down is still out of her mind. She had boyfriends before, but none of them could coax her into marriage. But when she met the ruggedly handsome and mysterious Keith Andrew Nagasaki, her thoughts in marriage fled out of the window. At last, she met her knight in an Armani suit, her other half, and she would do anything to have him. But when she discovered his deepest and darkest secret, she didn't know what to do. She was trapped in wanting the man and fearing him. WARNING: R18 Credits to the artist

The world of Deva is a place where geniuses rise and fall every day and only those with extreme luck can survive. George is a naive poor boy who grew up not knowing the horrors of the world. After being thrust from one situation to another again and again, he learned that there is no escape to being used by others. With no backing and no one to look after him, George will strive further and further until he can be free of the influence of the world. In a perfect world this would be the story of him climbing over every single person to become the sole strongest, but life doesn't work that way. There will always be those who stand in his way, even those he's known since the beginning of his journey. Alex is a former noble abandoned by his family. From a young age he has always had a sadistic streak, but that apparent flaw of his ended up leading him to his destiny. Alex and George. These two will continue to clash and take away from each other until there only one thing remains. Their lives. George raised his red sword that had been his companion for years on years, and uttered one word. "Flash." Immediately, thunder struck and lightning fell from the sky, encasing him in a golden glow. Golden armor formed around his body, his sword turned to black lightning and his eyes went black. He gazed at Alex who stood far away, and breathed out a challenge. "Come. Today, we will end this." Alex didn't respond, but raised his twin black daggers that were so jagged that they looked like they would tear through anything. He too narrowed his eyes and spoke. "Monarch of the Night." This is the story of how it came to be, and how it will end. I would like it if any potential readers would read the first fifty chapters before deciding whether the book is good or not. The story gets better the more you read. ----------------------------- Check out my NEW book Primordial's Champions. The academy tag won't really come into play until Chapter 100 If you want to join the discord server for this book then leave a comment asking for the link. For every: 60 power stones per day, I will release one extra chapter per week.                                                      120 power stones per day, I will release three extra chapters per week.                                                  250 power stones per day, I will release five extra chapters per week.

In the 24th century, the Supreme Pupil Master unexpectedly transmigrated, becoming the discarded genius eldest young lady of the Marquis Household in a low-ranking small country! Her cultivation was crippled, both her eyes were blinded, and her family status was seized? Luo Qinghong narrowed her blood-red eyes and smirked coldly: Come here! Big Sis will teach you how to be human! A pair of blood-red eyes, unparalleled and arrogant! Her medical and poison skills break through all defenses, making her omnipotent! She excels in both artifact crafting and pill refining, can control beasts, set up formations... She uses her life to demonstrate what it means to be supreme and peerless, utterly domineering! She just never expected to provoke someone even more monstrous and peerless than herself! (Sweet and satisfying, no angst, guaranteed quality. Also, millions of words of completed work in "Profligate Music Consort".)

“You said you were worthless. But worthless things aren’t taken by anyone… And I’m taking you.” The boy narrowed his eyes. Renji smiled faintly. “So that means… you have worth now.” Fractured Gaze is a novel about broken souls, fading loyalties, and the quiet violence of choices that can’t be taken back. In the ruins of a forgotten empire, past tragedies hold power. And the rebellion begins — not with war horns, but with fractured people learning how to bleed together. There are no chosen ones here. No heroes. No prophecies. Only those who’ve been hurt... and those who decide what that pain is worth. If you're looking for a fast-paced power fantasy, this might not be your story. But if you’re drawn to action, found family, and the cost of fighting for something that may never love you back — welcome. All chapters are free to read. Got fan art? I’d love to feature it (with credit)! X.com/sixthvow DMs are open! Written by me, occasionally assisted by AI tools for editing, phrasing, and clarity. Cover art generated with DALL·E by OpenAI.