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Under this damned moonlight, we shall break our curse and make our love a legacy~~~ Their love shouldn't have existed in the first place. He was her enemy, and she was his sweetest redemption. After Elysia lost her parents to the war that broke out between her pack and her betrothed's, she vowed to avenge her pack members and her parents' deaths. Unknown to her, her cursed fate would lead her down a different path rather than towards revenge. Blame it all on her fate! Thinking she could avenge her pack's innocent deaths, she decided to work as a maid in her parents killer's palace. Not only would she make them pay by destroying everyone, but she would also destroy the one who slew her parents, King Stefan. She thought it was all easy: make him fall in love with her, kill him, and die afterward. Not until he became the very reason she no longer wanted to die and the reason he badly wanted to die. Would she be able to get her revenge or fall into the deadly trap called love? What if her pack members didn't die because they were raided by the Silvermoon pack, but because of her cursed fate? What about the king? What if there is more to him than she knew? Their story shouldn't have existed. No, they were never meant to be in this place; two souls sharing one fate. ____ "Did you still love me? Even though I am cursed and will bring doom to you and your pack members?" Her question made him chuckle as if what she just asked was funny. "Yes. Let's say that is what we get for raiding your pack," he paused briefly. "I love you, though I am not sure if you will want to be my wife, right under this moonlight." She closed the gap between them, tears clustered in her eyes before she said, "Damn this moonlight! It has broken us more than repaired. Let's get married!" Just when he was about to seal their secret wedding with a kiss, an arrow pierced through Elysia's back. Elysia coughed out blood. Her body went numb as she fell weakly to the ground. Her lips parted slowly, "Damn our cursed fate, I should have just killed you instead of falling into that deadly trap called love."

Raze Cromwell was one who had suffered his entire life. A cruel upbringing that had forced his nature to turn sour. In order to survive, he did everything and anything he could, eventually giving him the name Dark Magus. A title that was only given to the very best of mages. “Everything in this world was taken from me, So I shall take everything from the world.” The five Supreme Magus had gathered to eliminate the great Raze, on his last legs, the Dark Magus had one more trick up his sleeve. Activating a forbidden spell, he finds himself living in another world, a world full of martial artists. A world where one could destroy mountain tops with their fist, but Magic still exists in the new world, and he’s the only one that knows about it. **** Note: Raze Cromwell is a character who briefly appears in My vampire system. (For 2 Chapters) There is no need to read My vampire system. Since this story is based on Raze before he became what he was in vampire system. Instagram: JKSManga Discord: jksmanga https://discord.gg/jksmanga

The stark-naked, handsome, young man looked intently at a winged reptile creeping in front of him, His lips, closed tight since setting foot in this new realm, began to move as words echoed in the shadowy realm of awareness. "It has been determined that the leaders of the plan and all related individuals are dead, communication with Earth has been completely severed. Transitioning to autonomous operation mode. Updating log-in name to the fully planned 'Li Lin'. Given the current situation, autonomous task B4 is selected." The boy, now known as Li Lin, paused briefly, his voice taking on a chilling edge as if from the depths of hell. "Infiltrate and invade the low-level civilization, colonize it, Earthify it." The ultimate weapon in the form of a young man, in this magical alien world, sensed a familiar scent - war. And so, he continued his mission.

A world where carnage and war is natural, a girl who yearned for perfection is reincarnated and seeks to be with the woman she loves. Briefly encountering each other in her previous life, she fell in love with a powerful tyrant who saved her life. She dies a disastrous death at the hands of fate and is offered a second chance by a demonic being known as a fairy. Twisting time, the demon has the power to grant her wish and give her a chance to be with the one she loves in exchange for bringing it back to life in its own body. She encounters and faces many dangers in order to obtain the ingredients for the ritual while trying her best to become stronger and be with the love of her life. Zara has an unhealthy obsession for her love partner Cera, who is extremely possessive over Zara. This is a story of demons, death, fighting, and love.

In the year 0146, a century after the cataclysmic event known as The END Apocalypse, humanity has rebuilt a world more advanced than ever before and resets their calendar. Once torn apart by a war between mythical beasts—the mighty dragons and leviathans—the Earth’s landscape has been forever reshaped, and monsters born from the rage and negativity of that war continue to haunt civilization. Peace was briefly restored by a group of elite warriors known as the Pacifiers, who harnessed a new and mysterious form of battle arts beyond human imagination. Their efforts quelled the mythical creatures, but now they face a new, darker challenge: the monstrous creatures that emerged from the apocalypse’s aftermath. To protect humanity, the Pacifiers formed global associations, fighting relentlessly to keep these malevolent forces at bay. Despite advanced technology and progress, the human world is still plagued by the ancient problems of inequality, poverty, and social unrest. Amid this fractured world is Ken, an orphan whose harsh upbringing has left him with little hope for the future. That is, until he encounters Beni, one of the strongest Pacifiers of the current era, and Ken's master. With his guidance, Ken’s life takes an unexpected turn as he is thrust into a world of battle, monsters, and political intrigue, where he must discover his own strength and purpose. The balance between peace and destruction hangs by a thread, and the true nature of the monsters may hold the key to humanity’s future. In a world caught in a deadlock between hope and despair, Ken must rise above his past and find his way to his unknown future.

Synopsis~ After a car accident, I was reincarnated as the villainess "Satina" in an other game! I had been living as the fake noblewoman, Satina Bersaebet, with no memory of my past. But on my 23rd birthday, when I saw my fiancé kissing another woman, I regained my past life memories. [Hello, I am Liv, an advanced AI system here to assist your gameplay.] [This game is designed solely for the player's enjoyment]. [I'll do my best to ensure your smooth gameplay moving forward.] I was briefly relieved by the sudden appearance of the system, offering me help in my confusion over my regained memories. But that relief was short-lived. In the original game *Saint Maker*, out of the 100 endings assigned to the villainess Satina, only one-'Normal Ending'-has no death or imprisonment! To make matters worse, all the male leads who could potentially thwart her plans exude an ominous, dangerous aura... Will Satina be able to evade the gazes of the five male leads and escape? ~

Main Characters: Describe the protagonists’ roles and relationships briefly. Highlight Zoe, an ambitious actress navigating fame, and Song, a skilled director or successful actor, as her main love interest. Setting: Place the story within the glamorous, high-stakes entertainment industry, mentioning filming locations, award shows, or exclusive events. Conflict and Romance: Introduce the tension between Zoe and Song—whether it's a misunderstanding, competition, or their reluctance to pursue love due to career pressures. Twists and Growth: Mention any surprising revelations, career challenges, or personal transformations each character goes through, making them reconsider their priorities. Resolution: Wrap up with a hint at how the relationship and their personal growth resolve in the end—perhaps they realize they’re better together than alone, balancing love with their careers.

۞ MATURE CONTENT!!! ۞ Amaya once cherished her name. But after enduring five miserable lives, reincarnating again and again into the same family, in the same world, at the same time, she had come to loathe it—almost as much as she despised the Gods who seemed to toy with her existence, breaking her sanity for their own amusement. The only constants in her endless cycle were her suffering, a family willing to sell her to another kingdom for their survival, a lifetime of trauma, and the one man who granted her the only release she ever knew—death. Roman Nebelhain, the prodigious Crown Prince of the mighty Nebelhain Empire, with crimson waves of hair and piercing opal eyes, was her savior in every life. In her 1st life, sold at 11 to an aging, abusive king for military protection, her torment ended when Roman invaded her kingdom. At her pleading, he granted her the mercy of death at 13. In her 2nd life, despite trying to avoid her family’s schemes, she was sold to another cruel prince, enduring worse abuse until Roman’s blade ended her suffering once again. Her 3rd life saw her sold to Roman’s enemy, Zephyr Astrophel, a man who sought to use her magical bloodline for power, only to drive her to the brink of despair. At 25, she begged Roman to end it once more. In her 4th life, she ran from her fate, living briefly in peace until war tore her sanctuary apart. Overwhelmed by grief and rage, she unleashed her power, killing her enemies before turning to Roman for the solace of death yet again. Each life ended the same, and each time, Amaya awoke again, trapped in the endless loop of reincarnation. But in her 5th life, something changed. This time, she resolved to break the cycle. If death had always brought her to Roman, perhaps life would, too. Pretending to be mute to disarm those around her, Amaya set her sights on the man who had unknowingly been her only constant. Her plan was simple: find Roman, convince him to help her, and finally escape the Gods' cruel game. But what she didn’t realize was that this was their plan all along. The Gods had destined her and Roman to be together—not in death, but in life—and this time, there would be no running from it.

Syd, an elf bard escapes the abuse of an orphanage along with her friend Trace. Months after their escape, they make new friends and conquer many unexpected things: • A town who accepts any class except druids. • A rogue who they befriended after they tried to kill them. • Taking in a child without knowing his family. • A sorcerer who cannot use their spells perfectly. …and many more This story has D&D elements, which is inspired by my D&D characters. Rated 18+. Will contain the following but not exceed: • strong language • drug and alcohol use • bullying • gore • CSA/paedophila (only briefly) • physical intimacy (romantic and sexual)

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Chris, a designer, finds himself unexpectedly transported to a mystical world where spiritual energy and magic coexist. However, in this realm, he is nothing more than a powerless outcast, incapable of cultivation. When a crisis forces his hand, he awakens a mysterious “Destiny System,” embarking on a journey to blend the two forces and defy the odds. Facing perils alone, Chris briefly joins forces with formidable figures of varying fates—an aloof sword cultivator, an enigmatic alchemist, and more. Each encounter becomes a lesson and a trial, shaping his path. Yet, the farewells, sacrifices, and betrayals of his companions gradually lead him to a profound realization: true strength lies not in relying on destiny but in seizing control of it.

A fantasy story of a boy named William in search of something that could help him, overcoming the curse he unknowingly invited upon himself. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ In the center of a vast city stands a towering building that nearly scrapes the sky: the Tower of Babylon. A marvel of humanity, this tower was constructed using nothing but science and primitive tools. Though credit for its creation is largely attributed to an unknown architect, that very architect can be found not within the tower itself, but rather in the alley behind it. In this alley, a young man can be seen rummaging through trash cans in search of food. "One advantage of being near a big building is that there's always some good food here," he chuckled to himself. Despite his unkempt appearance—long, dirty hair, a scraggly beard, and a face smeared with dirt—his striking blue eyes remain his most prominent feature. Maxwell, as he's known, glanced up at the towering structure of the Tower of Babylon and muttered, "Who could even believe that I designed this building?" With a sigh, he began to eat the meager meal he had scavenged for the day. Suddenly, a black portal materialized before him, prompting Maxwell to eye it suspiciously. "Rich folk sure have weird tastes, mixing drugs into food," he mumbled as he discarded his meal and resumed his search. Unbeknownst to Maxwell, a young girl briefly emerged from the portal before it vanished, snapping her fingers in his direction. Oblivious to this, Maxwell continued his search, only to look up in shock as trucks began to rain down from the sky around him. "Now, trucks are raining from the sky!" he exclaimed in frustration, his voice echoing through the alley.

Ivelle, a gorgeous young lady who lost her parents and was on the verge of losing her younger sister who was the last family member she had when Liam Anderson stepped in and offered to help on the condition that she signs a contract for the span of six months to be his wife. Liam a Ruthless CEO of a multi billion dollar company who was incapable of faling in love but will ivelle bring him to his knees in the name of love??? Exercept:. Ivelle had just stepped in to his room as he had asked a maid to send for her "you called me" ivelle asked "Yes sit on the bed" he responds with a low deep tone that sends shivers down her spine as he briefly looks up from his computer to look at her before going back to what he was doing. he quickly closes the laptop and slowly walks towards her, on getting to where she was he looks down on her and parted her legs with a caress "you are my wife right?" he asked "yes" she responded subconsciously while looking at his handsome face as strands of hair fell to his face as he was looking down which made look even more sexy than he already appeared "then don't you think it's time you perform your wifely duties?"he asked with a smirk and without her thinking about it to deeply she whispered "yes" already feeling hot and confused on why she felt hot "good girl" he said as he leaned in to to whisper inside her ear "strip me"he whispered seductively with a grin

This novel is set in medieval times and briefly in the future. "Return to the Void; I have no use for you anymore." The captain was at a loss for words when he realized this god was real. The captain felt a tug at his soul; without a body, he could no longer feel. He faded and almost gave in to the feeling. But something made him stay awake; he couldn't give in just yet. The captain fought the urge to sleep and moved around in this emptiness. It was hard, but he managed to fight long enough to feel a beat in his chest. ~ Sulphisix

"You are lying!" she retorted, her voice ringing with a blend of indignation and despair as she surged to her feet and crossed the space to his side. Her anger struck him as somewhat bemusing, and in a different circumstance, he might have been tempted to applaud her unyielding spirit. "I am an apex predator. I am what monsters and all things wicked fear. How could you imagine I would concern myself with something as fickle as emotions, let alone for a witch?" he asserted, his words delivered without the slightest quiver of doubt. His words landed like a blow to her very core. She had never anticipated such a stinging rebuttal from him. "If you can look me in the eye and tell me you feel nothing for me, then I'll leave you alone," she challenged, her tone calm amid the raging storm of emotion that churned within her. Her words felt like a knife piercing through his cold heart, leaving Damien to grapple with the weight of her final statement. He hesitated for a few fleeting moments before lifting his gaze to meet hers. "I don't," he declared, the words slipping from his lips with austere finality. Lauren's heart sank upon hearing his response; she sensed within her that he was not speaking the truth, but what recourse did she have? Before she could utter another word, the ringing of her phone pierced the solemn air. Engaging with the call, she answered, "Hello, Director." Briefly acknowledging the conversation, she swiftly concluded, "Alright, I'll be there," before ending the call. "Thanks for the meal once again," she offered in a flat voice, devoid of any discernible emotion. Damien found himself taken aback by the sudden shift in her demeanor, feeling the impulse to say something, but before he could gather his thoughts, she had already entered the elevator. Making her way towards the exit, she soon drove off, leaving Damien to stand before the towering windows, watching her departure with a silent ache lingering within him. As she disappeared, he turned his gaze inward, pondering the emptiness that seemed to pervade his residence. Reflecting on his actions, he found himself questioning whether he had made the right choice in pushing her away, but he understood that only time held the answers. This Novel tells a story of a halfie(half vampire half human) named Damien, who was the crown prince and heir to the throne of the kingdom Brennedon, and a beautiful young lady, Special Agent Lauren who also is a powerful witch from a very powerful witch bloodline whose destinies were intertwined to save the supernatural realm. will the witches put their century year old fued and animosity against the Brennedon vampires aside to save the supernatural realm or will they allow their hate consume the whole realm? journey with me as we travel the realm of the supernatural.

Hey, let me tell you briefly what happened. Suddenly, a panel appeared in front of all the people, and they told us that they would teleport to another universe and ask us to do "something". Sounds pretty crazy, right? So what happened after all this? I started this race with the worst possible class. Yes, I started with the FFF class, which is the lowest class, and a profession that gave me no attack abilities; Strategist. So what am I doing now? Well, you may not believe me, but a dragon is sleeping in my lap and I'm going through a minor economic crisis, plus I have armies to lead and a people to protect. Also, I got into a bit of trouble after the gods declared me the "Absolute King" and announced it to all people, so I'm working on my new strategies, well, after all, I'm a strategist, right? I participated in the WSA 2024 competition with this novel. If you like it, don't forget to add it to your library and use power stone. My Patreon: patreon.com/Safako967

She lived a life where her sole goal was to provide support to her step-family who always abhorred her, even at cost of dropping her higher studies. She tried to love her husband, who always blamed her for everything without a brink of trust. She lost her own unborn child at the hands of her step-sister. But still not blaming the child her stepsister had abandoned, She adopted her—Despite her love and devotion, the child eventually left to join her birth mother, leaving behind the woman who had raised her from infancy. She lost her Ill mother without being able to be beside her at last moment of her life. She remained helpless to even protect her Mafia Uncle, who was thrown into Prison due to some internal betrayal. Being finally fed up with this life, standing on the balcony, Kiera looked towards Edward, her husband and with a saddened tone said," My life's biggest mistake was to meet you, Edward, I hope if there is any next life then We never met" Leaving those words, her body lurched back and fallen from the balcony. . . . . "What's happening, Kiera? Why are you leaving?" Edward couldn't fathom the sudden shift in Kiera's demeanor, as if she had become a stranger overnight. "It's nothing. I just want a divorce," Kiera replied, passing the documents and sitting with folded hands, her resolve firm in front of the man she had spent six years of her life with, now after getting another chance in life and reborn after 3 months of their marriage, she wished for nothing more than to part ways. "Hmm, this is unexpected, Kiera," a man with narrowed gaze emerged from the shadows, his eyes betraying a hint of surprise at the woman's significant decision. He took a seat beside her, casting a cold gaze towards Edward. "Sign it, Edward Abernathy." "May I ask who are you?" Edward's hand tightened on the armrest as he glanced at the unfamiliar man, sensing a strange familiarity in his cold demeanor. The man's narrowed gaze softened as his eyes briefly met Kiera's before a rare smile graced his typically cold expression. "Well, I'm just a CEO Chasing His Reporter Wife... "

"And what do you know of love?" He asked taking a dangerous step towards her. "That it must be a choice." She confidently answered,her gaze not waving even a little. "Oh my naive wife." He paused briefly to meet her gaze. "Love is rarely a choice." ||| A metaphysical connection that goes beyond this material dimension!!

The sweltering heat of New Orleans envelops Amara Carter as she enjoys her first job fresh out of college teaching English at a public high school. Though excited for this new chapter, she could never anticipate the dark turn her life is about to take after witnessing a horrific crime on that fateful day. As Amara exits the school building, a scream pierces the night air. In the shadows of the courtyard, she catches a glimpse of a hooded figure fleeing the scene of a bloody murder. The victim lies motionless, a gaping wound leaving a crimson pool in the dim light. Despite her mind screaming to run, Amara is frozen, eyes locked on the assailant as he turns briefly in her direction before disappearing into the night. From that night on, Amara's life is consumed by the murder. She becomes obsessed with uncovering the truth, feeling inextricably tied to the victim whose dying eyes seemed to meet her own. The police investigation yields no solid leads, and the unforgiving New Orleans summer only adds to Amara's torment. A startling development comes when Amara has a chance encounter with a mysterious but alluring stranger named Killian. Though she can't shake the feeling she's seen him before, there's something utterly captivating about him that she can't resist. Despite her reservations given the violent crime, a slow burn attraction kindles between them. As they begin a fiery romance, Amara is plagued by doubts over Killian's potential ties to the murder. Clues seem to align far too perfectly - his strange comings and goings, the ever-present feeling that he's hiding something. Still, her heart is drawn to him like a moth to a flame. Killian ignites a passion she's never known, making her feel truly alive. The deeper Amara falls, the more secrets are unearthed that make her question everything. Disturbing connections to the occult and rumors of a murderous cult begin to swirl. Amara finds herself dragged into the dark underbelly of New Orleans folk magic and haunting superstitions. No one is who they seem, and the threat of danger lurks around every corner of the bewitching city.

Esta es una traduccion de una novela china que esta ambientada en House of the Dragon estoy tratando de corregir la mayoria de herrores como los nombres de los personajes

"Carmine... I'm about to...." "Not before I taste you." He delivers me, permitting my legs to drop. "Taste..." He slides down my body and throws my legs over his shoulders with my back squeezed against the chilly metal wall. His warm, thick tongue plunges inside my hot pussy. "Fuck..." I toss my head back, scaling the wall, yet he grasps my thighs, holding me set up. His tongue twirls around my clit, sucking and licking in a way that creeps me out. I curve into him, riding his face, grasping his hair. Sweet delivery is inside my grip, and he keeps sucking, licking, focusing on the areas that settle on me wriggle and decision his name. The stars glint behind my shut eyes, and I open them, gazing at the roof. My shirt is open, Carmine is between my thighs, and give up is torn from my spirit. My climax collides with me like a wave, shaking my entire body and making me pant for air. Carmine clutches me until the last quakes die down before he stands up and kisses my temple delicately. "Much obliged to you," I murmur energetically, resting up against him for help as we both catch our breaths. "That was only the tidbit." Carmine sneers and presses a modest kiss all the rage before at long last squeezing the lift button and getting it under way once more. "Imagine a scenario where somebody saw us." I look at the camera, feeling anxious briefly at the prospect of my own standing and vocation. "They'll be biting the dust to understand how I intend to treat you." With his lips squeezed against my neck, the lift entryways open on the highest level of the extravagant inn, and he ventures out. A dazzling perspective on the city underneath should be visible from the glass walls, the horizon with lights that sparkle and shimmer in the evening. The impression of the actual room is reflected against them, making a wonderful sight. "This is lovely." "Not more lovely than you." He accumulates me in his arms and conveys me inside. He thuds down on the love seat that sets before the lit chimney. With the perspectives on New York around midnight radiating through the windows, he starts to take off my garments. I rapidly copy him, anxious to taste him the manner in which he tasted me. I push his coat off, dropping it to the floor. Then, at that point, I unfasten his dress shirt, tearing his undershirt until I'm holding his solid arms and kissing across his characterized chest, the skin of which I scratched with my nails during my delivery. "You're awesome." "I'm a long way from it, bellissima. Presently, let me see you." He pulls from me and stops to respect me for one minute. The white ribbon bra differentiating against the tan skin and dim twists falling thickly over my shoulders. "Strip for me."

Heart has no other option but to seek help from her manager. Her father needs a heart operation worth five hundred thousand pesos. As the eldest child, the weight of this responsibility falls on her shoulders. She needs to find a way, even if it means making a difficult decision. For several weeks, she'll be at the mistress of an unknown man, for two hundred fifty thousand pesos, because she's a virgin. That was the offer from an unknown, unscrupulous man. Take it or leave it. She'll let herself be used while she's asleep, so she doesn't have a chance to get to know the man she's selling herself to. Due to extreme desperation, she agreed immediately to save her father, who is on the brink of death. She no longer has the opportunity to learn about the man who will be intimate with her and own her. She has to save her dying father, no matter who takes her. But the man she briefly saw is not ugly. He's incredibly handsome and her boss, the billionaire Deluxe Montesalvo, who has been married for three years!

For my OWN OFFLINE READING! After Returning from the Infinite Game The world always has those protagonist-like individuals—escaping from horror games, bearing the responsibility to save the world from monsters alongside their companions. Due to these reasons, they have no choice but to live in ordinary citizens’ homes, outwardly portraying themselves as typical high school students while secretly battling monsters and leveling up. And the ordinary citizens are ordinary but kind, always tolerant of the protagonist’s late returns, providing a gentle sanctuary. Jiang Yujin, however, is the antithesis of that ordinary citizen. Running a struggling business, living an unkempt life, the protagonist attends school by day, fights monsters after school, and even returns home to do his laundry and cook for Jiang Yujin. Yet even a laid-back person needs to turn things around. Despite financial deficits, Jiang Yujin briefly stands tall. While the protagonist battles monsters, he helps someone find their lost cat. While the protagonist tirelessly protects the school from monsters, Jiang Yujin is involved in romantic escapades with the Special Investigation Unit for Strange Species (?!). While the protagonist hunts for clues behind the scenes, Jiang Yujin, with a small skirt in hand, pretends to be a rich lady in an online romance scam. When the protagonist and allies face a major monster, Jiang Yujin… well, he stays up all night playing mahjong and ends up lying dead drunk at his doorstep. When the protagonist finds themselves in a precarious situation… The dead lying at the doorstep vanished. —— Beside the massive monster’s corpse, in front of the protagonist’s group, a man with snow-white hair blowing backward, holding a blade stained with threads of blood. Amidst the silence, Jiang Yujin, the ordinary citizen, lowers his eyes, bending slowly with the blade’s support: “Urgh—” Surely shouldn’t have had those two drinks after playing mahjong. Protagonist’s group: “…” — — Xu Tonggui, captain of the Special Investigation Unit, known as the living Yama in everyone’s eyes, a workaholic whose life revolves only around his job. Everyone thought he would remain a lifelong bachelor. Even the members of the Special Investigation Unit believed so. Until one day, they saw their captain pinning down someone whose hair was so disheveled it covered their face, gritting his teeth as he asked in a low voice, “Drinking again?” The hair covering half the face was lifted by a large palm, and the person pinned down on the car glanced sideways— That day, the members of the Special Investigation Unit understood two things: Never underestimate someone who seems unkempt. The captain has a damn good eye. — — #A chronicle of an unreliable adult suddenly becoming reliable, but not entirely# #Your guardian is still your guardian# #The man behind the high schooler saving the world#

Celine, a cheerful and kind-hearted woman with luscious long hair, works at a prestigious luxury watch company. One day, she encounters Lenin, a handsome and enigmatic entrepreneur who also happens to own a watch company. Lenin possesses an intense and mysterious gaze, and although he lacks personal connections, he maintains a close relationship with his parents. During her college years, Celine had two friends, one male and one female, and a close childhood friend named Antonia. As Celine continues working at the company, she notices Lenin entering the office. Immediately captivated by his presence, Celine's fascination is met with Lenin piercing gaze, in which Lenin briefly focuses on Celine hands. Unbeknownst to her, Lenin has an unusual inclination towards collecting human hands, using them to adorn his exquisite luxury timepieces. As Celine becomes increasingly drawn to Lenin and his peculiar ways, an intricate and captivating love story unfolds. Will Celine discover Lenin's dark secret? Can their love transcend the boundaries of his obsession? "Hand Collectors" portrays a gripping tale of love, mystery, and the complexities of human connection.

Who knew that a tiny cut to the finger would hook her to the dark lord? * Hell broke loose when the bloodthirsty demon prince and conquerer of the underworld was bonded to a brainless underling by a ring. For generations his ancestors ruled the world with the powerful ring. One day, it vanished from the surface of earth and their power slowly diminished. After searching for it for so long to reclaim what was rightfully theirs, it finally appeared... bonded to a human girl.... and being the direct decendant of the great king and the righful owner of the ring, it enslaved him. ******* Frustrated, Que felt like screaming and punching him, but sadly she couldn't do either. Wiggling her butt, she slid down from his midriff when his hand left her butt briefly only to land back sharply with a smack. Silence. Silence More silence. "Did...did you just spank me?" "Stay still." "That gave you no right to hit me!" "I'll do it again." "Get your paws off me!" "You are the one straddling me." "It was an accident! What were you trying to do?" "That's what they all say." "You... unbelievable!" With a swift motion, he shifted until she was underneath him, his weight crushing her. "Silence I said..." He growled into her ears a large paw covering her mouth. With his free hand he switched off the light. ******* As a famous doom bringer, Que was avoided by everyone. If her childhood sweetheart could abandon her, who wouldn't? Something definitely smells fishy when she got a marriage proposal out of the blue right after her engagement was called off. What's more, its to be signed in three days! . ***** Hi... Yours Truly here, Cover not mine,credit goes to the owner.

[ MAIN STORY COMPLETED ] In the Heart’s Kingdom, a kingdom where vampires reign and humans were nothing but livestock, Lilou, a peasant, found herself being preyed upon by the worst maniacal vampire of his kind. However, as terrifying as what he addressed her as his ‘reserved meal’, this vampire also called her his bride! Except: My eyes brood with fear, gazing at the still-beating heart in his hand. “My Lord, pardon me but… is this the bloody proof you promised to show me?” I asked, my voice shook as I gulped down whilst struggling my trembling knees from giving away. “Mhm… do you now believe I’m good at capturing hearts?” The silver-haired man, bearing those menacing pair of deep crimson eyes stared proudly at me after a nod. I gasped when he clenched his hand and squeezed the fresh heart to smithereens. “Yes, milord. You’re good at it, literally.” I’m mortified, watching the pieces of the heart fall as he approached. His every step made me take a step back until my back reached a solid pillar. “Huh,” Samael chuckled briefly, stopping in front of me. His long, pointy nails that were covered with blood traced my elbow down to my hand. Gently, he clipped my forefinger in between his, guiding it before his lips. “Did I pass your test, though?” He asked, the sharp tip of his nail playing over the tip of my finger. I stared at his penetrating gaze as I reluctantly answered, “Barely.” He smirked, nodding in satisfaction before he pressed his nail on the tip of my forefinger that was quick to produce a drop of blood. “Such sweet aroma.” He whispered, placing my bleeding finger in his mouth and licking it with passion. His menacing gaze never left mine as he consumed a bit of my blood. “Does that mean you’re accepting my invitation?" Keeping my finger in between his fangs, Samael inquired. I bit my lower lip unconsciously, my heart within my chest drummed as my back broke into sweats. “But… I’m just…” I paused, hoping my answer would put an end to this. “… I’m just a human.” Samael clicked his tongue, displeased at my response as he let my finger go. “No,” He whispered. My entire body stiffened when he bent over, caressing my shoulder up to my neck by the apex of his nose, as his hot breaths prickled my skin. "You're not just a mere human... you are my human." He stressed before I sensed his lips part and the tip of his fangs against my skin. Cover not mine. *** Original Story by: alienfrommars FOLLOW ME ON INSTAGRAM for original character arts: @authoralienfrommars Discord server: https://discord.gg/tbS4rKec3e

When reality and fantasy collide. Embark with me on a part of my life and my dreams. The story follows Roland Auun, a young man who mysteriously finds himself transported to another world. In this unknown world, Roland discovers that he possesses special abilities and a status screen that allows him to see his skills, level, and other information about himself. Throughout his journey, Roland faces various challenges and encounters fantastical creatures. He learns to fight and survive in this dangerous environment, using his acquired skills to dominate his adversaries. He feels a sense of excitement and power as he realizes that he has become a protagonist in a world of adventure and magic. However, despite his enthusiasm for the infinite possibilities that lie before him, Roland is haunted by his past life. He briefly thinks of his family, but he is determined to explore this new and fascinating universe. He questions his arrival in this world and the meaning of his presence here. _________________________________________________ Lot of love _________________________________________________ This is a work of fiction. The characters and situations described in this book are purely imaginary: any resemblance to existing or having existed characters or events is purely coincidental. ___________________________________________________________ "I am tall and mighty, yet cannot be touched. I am the reflection of the soul, an open window. Who am I?"

It was uncomfortably quiet in the room. King Ulric still did not look up from his papers. She didn't know what was expected of her. Should she sit down? Should she stay where she was? She decided on the latter for the time being and quietly waited for the king to say something first. For a while nothing happened and Lyana even thought he had forgotten her. Suddenly he put the pen aside and looked at her. She winced slightly because she hadn't expected it and indicated a slight curtsy. "You wanted to speak to me, Your Majesty?", she tried to get the conversation going. "You are wearing red today?" Lyana blinked several times in surprise. Had she just heard right? He wanted to see her and then talked to her about fashion? "I ... wanted a stronger color today," she answered his question. The king propped his head on his hands. His face looked somewhat dissatisfied. "I assume you are not cold today?" Another question that unsettled Lyana until she noticed where the king's gaze had wandered. Immediately she blushed and suppressed the urge to close the front of the cape. "Since it was hanging in my closet, I assumed it would be entirely to your liking," she snapped back, feeling slightly humiliated. The king's eyes flashed briefly with amusement. "Is that so? I have to disappoint you there, I am a very modest man." Lyana would have loved to roll her eyes. Sure, that's why he had all the clothes adjusted for her. What would not have been possible if he hadn't looked at her very carefully. "Well, I'll take note and not put it on again." "So you disdain what I put at your disposal?" Lyana couldn't believe it. Was he trying to drive her crazy? She cleverly tried to steer the conversation in a different direction. “Of course not. I'll be happy to wear the dress again if you want to see me in it. However, I don't think that my new wardrobe is the reason why you had me called." King Ulric got up and offered her a seat in the armchair, which Lyana accepted with thanks. He sat down on the sofa across from her. "The reason why I had you called is that your stay here will take a little longer than expected." ----‐---------------------------------------------------------- What do you do, when you get kidnapped by the King of another Kingdom? Do you beg for your life and pray that he will keep you alive? Or do you try to get closer to him? When Lyana is being kidnapped she decides to not back away. She might not know why the Ice King did that to her, but she is definitely not going to sit in a cold dungeon, waiting for a prince to save her. Instead she wants to find out, what his reasons are. What did her family do to him, to hold such a deep grudge? Why is he so cold and brutal while doing these small nice gestures for her? And can she really save him, if she finds out what happened to him in the past? Or will these beautiful deep blue eyes be the last thing she will see? Info: This Story contains two different endings. One will be more of a sad ending and the other one will be a happy ending.

Lee Jae-hoon, who had lived his entire life with a dirt spoon, opened his eyes again, which he had briefly closed in the library due to overwork, and he became the eldest son of the greatest conglomerate family in ancient Rome.A new life started once again. This time, he decided he was going to live a good life not having to worry about money. But fate had something else in mind.

Who made the rule that a woman can't be the first to confess her feelings to a man? If there was one, then it didn't matter to this young woman. In order to escape from her stepmother and stepsister, Zhang Liling sought help from Mr. Fang, a Business Mogul, specially invited to take her department on Business Management, and she was rejected because of her absurd request. But through his Personal assistant, she managed to cunningly secure a home-work contract and moved into his villa. A few weeks of living together as a Boss and Employee was enough time for Mr. Fang to see all the crazy sides of Zhang Liling and also for her to discover his health secret, hyperosmia. But the irony of her scent not affecting him baffled her. Mr. Fang not being used to Zhang Liling’s unrestrained behavior and coupled with the rumors about them threatened to throw her out of his villa. But when she finally left, he began to long for her return. At last, Zhang Liling returned. To others, she was a different person, but to Mr. Fang, she was the same feisty woman he has always known. Together as a couple, Zhang Liling and Mr. Fang unmasked her stepmother’s deep dirty secret that will threaten the Zhang Family’s reputation. ****************** EXCERPT “Mr. Fang, do you accept stray cats?” Zhang Liling asked a little breathlessly as a layer of sweat formed on her forehead. She had just run over in other to catch up with him. Mr. Fang paused briefly in his steps and turned to give her a good glance after adjusting his reading glasses. “You look like one,” he said in a deep voice before continuing in his steps. How could Zhang Liling let him leave like that when it was a matter of urgency? She quickly chased after him and yelled, “Mr. Fang, you really have to take this stray cat in.” "I don't accept stray cats, I only accept humans," Mr. Fang replied as a slight smile turned up on his face. Book Cover Arts commissioned by Laylee (please don't steal) Instagram: @authorPaschalinelily Discord Server: https://discord.gg/GywPN7X Check my profile to see more books by me.