She Recognizes Those Muscles

It started on a rainy Tuesday. Alex was just heading home when he saw her — a girl with long, wavy brown hair, soaked in rain, standing at the campus gate with blood on her hands and a knife in her grip. He should’ve run. But something made him stay. She didn’t scream. She cried — silent, shaking — and kept stabbing whatever was beneath her. The body had pink hair, now matted with blood and rain, sprawled at her feet like something that should’ve stayed buried. Then — his phone beeped. She looked up. Eyes empty and wild. And she walked toward him. “Turn it off,” she whispered. “Before they hear us.”

In a kingdom where truth costs your voice and fire is forbidden, one girl is marked by both. Raised in silence. Whipped for disobedience. Hunted for a birthright she doesn’t yet understand—Seraphina was never meant to survive. But when her blood ignites with ancient flame and a prince with secrets offers her more than freedom, rebellion sparks. As temples burn and kings tremble, Seraphina must decide: become the weapon they fear… or the fire that remakes the world. A dark, romantic fantasy for fans of The Poppy War, The Shadows Between Us, and burn-the-world heroines.

When a princess is kidnapped, Mikey—a completely average civilian with no wants, no needs, and no plan—is forced into heroism by the greatest threat of all: his annoyed mother and the lingering horror of maybe having to visit his grandparents. There’s just one problem. No one knows what the princess looks like. The king is useless. The quest map is from a tailor. And Mikey’s help is what he assumes to be a French-speaking goblin always worried about the wrong thing. Now, alongside the goblin Nickel and a suspiciously friendly witch named Moss, Mikey must cross lawless kingdoms, haunted forests, cursed seas, and actual Hell. All to face the infamous wizard hierarchy: Creepy Wizard Man. Super Evil Wizard Man. Really Evil Wizard Man. Evil Wizard Man. And yes, in that order. But somewhere along the way, people begin to whisper a different name: “The one who tamed the Green, silenced the Purple, shattered the Red, and defied the Black.” And Mikey, the one who never wanted to see his grandparents, has to go whether he likes it or not. __________________________________ “The bitch went and grew wings,” a knight muttered, sword in hand—the only thing between him and a lovely dinner being the overgrown reptile breathing fire in front of him. “Good men die; I choose not to.” — A random (absolute peak) villain

She woke up with no name, no memories—only 108 tattoos etched across her skin, each one pulsing with secrets she doesn’t understand. Every mark is a clue. Every line, a lie. Hunted by shadowy organizations and haunted by flashes of a life she doesn’t remember, she’s forced to trust a man whose name was written on the back of a photo: Agent Marlow. But even he doesn’t know the full truth—because she might not be human at all. Who created her? Why was she erased? And what happens when every tattoo unlocks a new power… or a buried sin? In a world where reality is paper-thin and identities can be rewritten, she must fight to uncover the chilling answer to the question that terrifies her most: If she was never real… then what is she now? ⸻ Volume 2: The Fracture Astra Vale survived recursion. She survived Zero. But now reality itself is breaking—and each fracture shows her a version of life she could have lived… or never escaped. Memories are overlapping. Faces are returning twisted. Entire timelines are being collapsed and erased—by a failsafe protocol that calls itself “The Fracture.” Astra is the only one who remembers the original world. And the only one who can decide which version of truth survives. But with every step forward, another version of her awakens. And one of them? Might not want to give this reality back.

Dr. Mira Kade is a brilliant forensic psychologist who helps police understand serial killers. But there’s one mystery she has never been able to solve — her own past. One night, she gets a voicemail from her own phone — but the message is from *herself*, recorded seven days in the future: “You have seven days before the Red Door opens. If you fail again, thousands will burn.” At first, Mira thinks it’s a prank. Or maybe her mind is breaking after years of trauma. But then something shocking happens — the murder she heard about in the message actually occurs, just like it was described. Now, with the help of skeptical detective Jonah Rourke, Mira begins following clues left by her future self. Each one leads her deeper into missing persons cases, dark secrets, and memories she doesn’t remember having. As the countdown continues, Mira starts to question everything. Is she really getting messages from the future? Or is her mind creating this to hide a painful truth? And if she’s the only one who can stop what’s coming… what price is she willing to pay?

Ava Carter is a hardworking single mother whose world is unraveling faster than she can keep up. Struggling to make ends meet, she faces a brutal day where everything goes wrong: she loses her job, her landlord demands eviction, and her daughter falls gravely ill with no insurance to cover the costs. Desperation drives Ava to a local bank, seeking a lifeline but what should have been a simple plea for help spirals into chaos when a violent robbery erupts, and she is falsely accused of being involved. Branded a criminal and hunted by the law, Ava finds herself on the run, with nowhere to turn except to Ethan Cross, a brooding undercover detective with a haunted past. Ethan is skeptical of Ava but senses the truth beneath her frantic story. Forced together by circumstance, their fragile alliance becomes the only hope for clearing her name and exposing a far reaching conspiracy orchestrated by a ruthless ex-boss who will stop at nothing to keep his secrets hidden. As danger closes in from every side, Ava and Ethan must navigate a treacherous world of lies, betrayal, and hidden agendas. Their growing attraction complicates every decision, pushing them both to question who they can trust and what they’re willing to sacrifice for love and justice. In a game where hearts are the ultimate collateral, Ava must decide whether to surrender to despair or fight for her daughter, her freedom, and a chance at a new beginning.

Seo Yoon never thought much about her past. She had always been told she was an orphan, abandoned as a child. Now, at 26, she is simply trying to navigate adulthood after graduating university—juggling job applications, endless scrolling, and sleepless nights filled with uncertainty. But everything changes when she hears it. Kkogkkog sumeora, meolikarag bolla. The hide-and-seek song. At first, she thinks it’s nothing. A dream. A fragment of a childhood she doesn’t remember. But when she sees a man protesting on the street—Jung Hyun-seok, a father desperately searching for his missing son—memories start surfacing. Memories she should not have. Because Seo Yoon has seen that missing boy before. But that’s impossible. As she is drawn deeper into a past that was stolen from her, Seo Yoon begins to unravel a terrifying truth: not all missing children stay missing. Some are given new lives, new identities. Some are never meant to be found. And some… never left at all. The real horror isn’t just that people disappear. It’s that society forgets them. Until it’s too late. Based on Real Life Cases.

Adrian Vale is used to getting what he wants. Rich, ruthless, and terrifyingly charming, he rules St. Augustine’s Academy with a calculated smile and an iron grip. Everyone knows better than to cross him—until a new transfer student arrives. Rhea Virelle is quiet, unreadable, and cold as glass. She doesn’t chase power or popularity. She doesn’t flinch when Adrian looks at her. She doesn’t care that the entire school revolves around him. In fact, she barely acknowledges his existence. That’s what makes her dangerous. Intrigued turns to obsessed as Adrian tries to unravel the mystery behind her emotionless mask and haunting eyes. She’s not like the others—because she’s not here to belong. She’s here for revenge. Every move she makes is part of a plan. Every glance, every silence, every word is calculated. And Adrian? He’s not the predator anymore. He’s the bait. As secrets unravel and power shifts, the lines between love and hate, obsession and possession, begin to blur. But one truth remains: She was never his. And trying to own her might just destroy them both.

Kenji is 19, shy, and quiet. His mom never loved him—so much that she sold him to a mafia woman named Elena. Elena is 31, powerful, and scary. She treats him like property, but Kenji just wants freedom. He runs. He hides. He gets punished. But slowly, feelings start to grow between them. This is a story about pain, fear, healing, and a love that shouldn't have existed—but somehow did. Dark Romance | Age Gap | Possessive Female Lead | Shy Male Lead | Emotional Story

[WSA 2024 Entry] [3-5 daily chapers update] “BOOM!” Tron's body smashed through seven mountains, shattering them to dust as shockwaves destroyed everything in a twenty mile radius! But by a stroke of luck, he managed to survive. [DING!] [Host's has received an attack from a Crimson Void Dragon God] [Host's muscles will begin to adapt to the same level of power.] [DING!] [Congratulations Host, You now possess the strength of a God-level Magus!] * * * In a world where magic reign supreme, Tron Mahoraga was rendered crippled, his Magical Cortex destroyed, used as an experiment for an Arch Magus. However... [Ding! Congratulations! Ultimate Evil Matrix System Activated!] [ERROR!!! Arcane Cortex not detected!!!] [Multiversal Law Of Survival Activated] [Randomly increasing one of host's ability... ] [Ding! Supreme Muscle Adaptation acquired: Host's Cells can adapt 10,000× times faster than regular human] * * * ❰Daily Quests Updated:❱ 〘20,000 Push Ups (20,000/20,000) Completed〙 〘20,000 Sit Ups (20,000/20,000) Completed〙 〘20,000 squat (20,0000/20,000) Completed〙 〘200 kilometers (20,000/20,000) Completed〙 ❰Body Limit reached: Continue exercising to get even stronger!❱ {+500 STRENGTH] {+200 PHYSIQUE] {+200 AGILITY] 【Inspired by Mahoraga, Toji, Asta, and mashle】 * * * Your gifts and votes are my motivation, give me more motivation!

A bored god abducted the souls of those who died in different worlds for his personal fun, in other to enjoy, he created a world where those souls would be given a new life and powers in other to try and survive at least two to three days, but for his plan to succeed, he attacks the other world. those who leave in his imagination are named the residence and this world is his hell's play ground.

A tale of blood, dreams, betrayal… and becoming divine. Born on a night when destiny bled and fate cried, Aaradhya Singh Rajput was never meant to live an ordinary life. Raised amidst the ashes of a royal massacre, exiled before she took her first breath, and worshipped by a land she had never seen—her birth was not just survival, it was prophecy. But Aaradhya is no chosen one. She is a cursed flame. A girl with blood on her name and visions in her sleep. Through scattered dreams, she begins to witness phrases, moments, faces—the future, unfolding like a puzzle no one else can see. With each nightmare, a truth is revealed. With each truth, a memory of her forgotten homeland bleeds through her veins. Behind her innocent eyes hides the fury of a fallen empire. As she grows, so does her forbidden love—with a boy tied to her soul, bound by childhood, broken by fate, and ignited by lust. Their romance burns too fast, too wild... in shadows. But destiny isn't done testing her. Aaradhya must rise. Not just as a daughter of tragedy… but as a divine reckoning. To reclaim her throne, to avenge the blood of her ancestors, and to dismantle the empire that shattered her lineage—she must choose: To forgive... or to set the world on fire.

An unexpected journey took a group of university students into a secret room from which, upon returning, they began to disappear one by one. In order to unravel the mystery, they joined forces, traversing heaven and earth, diving deep into seas, crossing the farthest corners of the world, and even daring to time travel, only to find that behind each puzzle lay yet another.

[WPC DEC & JAN 2023 [Fantasy] WINNER!] _________ [Talent: Future Seer] The path to immortality is always a cruel one to tread. In a world where the Wizard reigns supreme and spells are everything. Watch Aur’s journey as he walks down the path of immortality, albeit not in a conventional manner. Muscles! With the muscle system in hand, he forges a path for himself, slaughtering all his enemies with a punch. But in this world filled with schemes, can he reach the pinnacle or will he perish falling into the spiral of schemes? …… [Scene from the Novel] "Aren't you supposed to be an ordinary wizard? How are you so strong?" The man muttered as the very earth crumbled, and the mountains behind him split with the sheer pressure of the giant fist descending on him. There was no surprise the man was crushed into meat paste. Aur looked at the distant sun. "Throughout Heaven and Earth, I have the strongest muscle," Aur shouted as countless shadows appeared in the corner of his vision. “You are going to die today,” The tone was cold and unforgiving, with countless figures appearing one by one. “You cannot re-establish the Laws of this universe again.” Join my Discord(new): https://discord.gg/jKNMtAHfet ----------- A super gift for 5 bonus chapters. ––––– #no ntr #no yuri #no bl

A quiet boy's life changes when he meets a vibrant girl who brings warmth and meaning into his world. As their bond deepens, tragedy strikes, leaving him shattered and searching for purpose. Through love, loss, and memories, he learns what it truly means to hold onto light—even when it's gone.

The world didn't end with a bang. No fire. No warning. Just silence. Jason Wright and his family now live buried beneath the surface, sealed in a high-tech bunker designed for survival—not comfort. With no messages from the outside and no clear explanation for the collapse, days blur into one another. Their only certainty is isolation. But what really happened out there? Was it a disaster... or something intentional? Is there still life beyond the bunker walls? Are their friends, lovers, extended family still alive—or long gone? How long can a family endure in such close confinement before old roles shift and new attractions emerge? Can Jason carry the weight of responsibility when the world above offers no answers—and the world below begins to fracture? And if he ever gets out of the bunker... what will Jason find waiting for him outside? — Author Notes — This is my first novel. It’s a character-driven, slow-burn psychological drama set in a post-apocalyptic bunker, exploring the effects of prolonged isolation, moral collapse, and shifting family dynamics. The story includes mature themes and emotional complexity. >Content Warnings / Themes: #Incest (gradual tension, emotional and/or physical) #Moral ambiguity #Post-apocalyptic survival #Isolation & mental strain #Power dynamics within a confined space #Yuri >Why I’m Writing This: I'm writing this story to push my own boundaries as a author and to explore difficult questions about ethics, survival, and human psychology when stripped of societal norms. This project is a learning process for me. I'm not aiming for perfection—I’m aiming to grow. So if you read this and feel something—anything—I’d truly appreciate hearing your thoughts. Constructive criticism is more than welcome, whether it’s about pacing, dialogue, characters, or anything else. Please let me know what worked for you and what didn’t. Thanks for giving it a chance.

"She was never meant to be seen. He was never meant to exist." In the quiet town of Gloria, Aidan lives in hiding—his blood potent, his identity dangerous. Bound by a secret past and the weight of a curse, he crafts potions for survival and watches over his younger twin, Adeena. When an invitation arrives for a royal ball in the capital, Aidan makes a choice that will haunt him: he lets her go. Dressed in borrowed silk and escorted by a paid chaperone, Adeena enters a world of chandeliers, masks, and veiled intentions. Aidan stays behind... at first. But when his uncle warns him of a shadow moving within the palace—one that knows what he is—Aidan infiltrates the event, unseen, cloaked in secrecy. The ball ends in fire. The girl vanishes. Aidan’s blood can heal—but not rewind time.Adeena smiled as the violins swelled. Draped in sapphire blue, her hair pinned with borrowed pearls, she looked older than her years—almost noble. No one in that ballroom knew she’d come from a forgotten village. No one knew her chaperone was paid. No one suspected the boy who sent her here was watching from above. Aidan stood among the shadows of the chandelier beams, breath held tight, gaze fixed only on her. He was never meant to be seen—not here, where his father’s face might be recognized in his own. Eldric gave the signal. Everything’s fine. But it wasn’t. A woman in red silk approached Adeena. She smiled too much. She moved too slowly. And when she touched Adeena’s hand—just a brush—Aidan flinched. That’s not Dahlia, he thought. And it’s not Mary. The chandeliers exploded. The glass rained like cursed snow. By the time Aidan reached the ballroom floor, Adeena was gone. Turning is a gothic fantasy of stolen identities, cursed bloodlines, and a brother’s descent into a world that was never meant to remember him. For readers of Heaven Official’s Blessing, Who Made Me a Princess, and The Abandoned Empress.

We found them dead on the 3rd of May. To be honest, I'm still surprised they held out for more than a week. They were just students after all. In that sense, their action were remarkable, if only for their folly. Although, seeing what they released into this world, I probably shouldn't praise them too much. Well, whatever. Cleaning up this mess is now up to us. Just as it's always been.

There are no women left in the werewolf world. At least, that's what the packs tell themselves. The world is ruled by wolves. And wolves have no queens. Female werewolves are extinct—erased by time, war, or something worse. No one dares to speak of them. No one remembers how they looked. No one *survived* them. Except her. Raised as a mistake. Hidden like a curse. She bound her chest in bloody cloth and learned to walk with a limp so they wouldn't see her hips. She spoke in growls and spit like the boys. She pissed in the dirt and pretended not to bleed. Her grandfather called her deformed. Said she was sick. A freak. Told her if the pack ever found out what she really was, they’d rip her to shreds. And she believed him. Until the night of her first shift—when her bones broke and reformed into something unmistakably *female*. Now, the secret she was told would kill her becomes the reason she's sold. Five alphas. Five monsters in human skin. Rulers of a vicious, dying pack. They've been waiting their entire lives for something like her. Something to fuck. Something to breed. Something to chain. Now exposed as the only living female werewolf, she is captured and sold like livestock—delivered to five ruthless alphas who rule by claw and blood. Five rivals who see her as salvation and property. A walking womb to breed a new generation. Their personal apocalypse in fragile flesh. But they made one mistake. They thought she was prey. But she is not fragile. She is fire. She is hunger. She is vengeance wrapped in curves and teeth. They want her on her knees. She’ll bring them to theirs. By the time their lust turns lethal and their unity rots into war, she’ll have made them hers—or burned them to the fucking ground. She’ll let them fight over her. She’ll let them touch, taste, even claim her. She’ll feed their obsession until it rots into madness. Then she’ll twist their lust into rage—and tear their precious pack apart from the inside. One kiss at a time. One betrayal at a time. One body at a time. She was born to be their ruin.

Josh Andriano, seorang fotografer muda, telah mencintai Windy Alisha sejak SMA. Selama bertahun-tahun, ia mencintai Windy dengan tulus; menjadi bahu untuk bersandar, menjadi tempat untuk Windy pulang tanpa diminta. Jadi, ketika Windy akhirnya menerima cintanya, Josh langsung merasa bahwa dunianya telah menjadi utuh. Namun, tiga bulan kemudian, Windy mengakhiri hubungan mereka. Alasannya simpel: Windy ternyata menjalin hubungan dengan pria lain di belakangnya dan kini telah bertunangan dengan pria itu. Josh hancur. Hidupnya kehilangan warna, kehilangan arah...sebab selama ini, pusat dari hidupnya adalah Windy. Cinta yang ia bangun dengan tulus justru berakhir dengan pengkhianatan. Sampai akhirnya, sahabatnya mengenalkannya kepada seorang model bernama Keisha Nathalie untuk menjadi 'objek' dalam proyek fotografi terbarunya. Melalui lensa itulah, Josh menemukan sesuatu yang tak pernah ia sangka: seseorang yang begitu ringan untuk dicintai. Keisha bukan Windy. Ia tidak rumit, tidak penuh tuntutan, tidak bermain dengan perasaan. Ia jujur, santai, cantik, dan terasa...mudah. Dengan Keisha, segalanya mengalir tanpa beban, tanpa teka-teki, tanpa luka. Untuk pertama kalinya, Josh mulai bertanya pada dirinya sendiri: "Apakah cinta memang harus serumit itu?" Lalu, di balik setiap jepretan, Josh perlahan menemukan jawabannya. Kadang, cinta sejati tidak datang dalam bentuk yang penuh gejolak. Kadang, ia datang dengan sederhana. Melalui lensa. Melalui senyuman baru. Melalui seseorang...yang membuatmu merasa pulang.

In a world shattered by endless wars, drowned in the blood of forgotten empires, and ruled from the shadows by slumbering gods and silent cults, a man awakens in a body that does not belong to him. His name is Vance—or so he remembers. Thrust into a realm where faith is weaponized, power is ascended through madness, and the divine slumbers beneath the skin of reality, Vance finds himself hunted by histories not his own and memories that refuse to die. The world offers no mercy. Ascension is the only answer. Yet every step upward is paid for in a loss of self. Faced with echoes of lives long dead and truths that should have remained buried, Vance must choose: To evolve… or to perish. But in a universe where gods are broken and sanity is currency, the price of survival may be far greater than death.

When you think everything is fine, everything is perfect but at some point everything turns upside down. Just one night changes everything and everyone tells you that you are not YOU. You see that you just do not exist. What will you do next? How long will you last until you forget who you are too?

Peninah Hartglow awakens in a royal estate with no memory of who she is or how she got there. The world around her knows her only as Iris Tahenna, a noblewoman feared for her coldness and power. Struggling to make sense of her new reality, Peninah assumes the identity of Iris, navigating palace life among knights, maids, and courtiers who expect her to play a role she doesn’t understand. As she uncovers fragments of Iris’s life—letters, whispers, and rumors—Peninah begins to question whether she is truly an imposter or if she once lived this life and chose to forget it. Amid growing political intrigue and a mysterious connection to a knight named William, she discovers that the royal estate hides secrets bound to a magical book. Now trapped in a world shaped by her forgotten words, Peninah must unravel the truth of her identity, confront the consequences of the story she created, and decide whether to rewrite fate—or become the villainess history remembers.

Thin cracks began to spread across the sky, like threads unraveling the vast heavens. From those rifts emerged strange creatures — from a distant world, carrying a mysterious power no one fully understood. Humans learned to survive, then learned to fight back with that power. Mira lived an ordinary life until a shadowy figure stepped out from the void — awakening a quiet flame within her, urging her to seek answers to the unknown. Mira never truly knew what she was searching for. Inside her was only a vague, unnamable feeling, ignited by that shadowy figure. A cold emptiness gnawed at her heart, yet it was that very void that pushed her forward — forcing her to confront herself: who was she, did she truly long for anything, or was she just running from the emptiness itself?