Humming Brook

"Who am I?" The question hits me like a frying pan to the face as I wake up in a dimly lit shed that reeks of mildew and regret. My memory? Wiped cleaner than a crime scene. My composure? Currently MIA. Replacing it? A delightful cocktail of terror and existential dread, shaken, not stirred. The shed is a Pinterest fail of nightmares: blood dripping from the ceiling (artsy, really), creepy symbols etched into the walls (probably cursed), and a general vibe that screams you’re not supposed to be here. And let’s not forget the cherry on top—the suffocating feeling of being watched. Lovely. Every instinct I have is shouting, Get out now! But where exactly am I supposed to go? The walls are practically breathing, humming like they know all my secrets, which is impressive considering I don’t even know them myself. No name, no memories, no idea what fresh hell this is—just me, my rising panic, and the unsettling realization that survival might not even be the point. But hey, when the alternative is becoming wall graffiti for a haunted shed, I guess I don’t have much of a choice.

Ava’s marriage was nothing like she had anticipated. Despite being married to the man she loved, she had endured nothing but humiliation and misery from her husband for the past five years. She put up with everything in the hopes of one day carving out a space in his heart. But her husband ultimately drove her to the breaking point when he handed her the divorce papers on their fifth anniversary, claiming that he loved someone else. He had taken all her family assets her father had left for her. The shocking truth that the man she had been in love with for ten years had caused her father’s death was the blow Ava couldn’t take it. Devastated, Ava didn’t want to give birth to his child in her womb. ------ “I loved you with all my heart and gave you everything, but you ruined me and my family, Dylan Brooks. I won’t give you this baby. This baby belongs to me and will go with me to the grave. A cruel man like you don’t deserve to be a father,” Ava said as she slit her wrist. "I regret loving you, Dylan. I wish I’ll never see you again in my next life." These were her last words before she drifted into the lap of death. ------- She thought this was the end of her life. But fate had other plans. She woke up in the past, four years ago, on the day of their first wedding anniversary. Since she was given another chance to rectify her mistakes, she vowed to protect her father and the family business. She resolved to cut all ties with her ruthless husband. But wait! Why did Dylan act so possessive and caring? Why did he declare she was the only one he wanted as his wife? Should she believe him and give him another chance? Or should she take revenge on him for what he did in her past life? -------- “Please, Ava…come back to me,” Dylan pleaded with Ava on his knees. “I’m ready to atone my mistakes. I’ll do everything to make you happy. Just don’t leave me, okay? Tell me, what can I do to get your forgiveness?” Ava stared coldly at the man who had ruined her in her previous life. “Do you want my forgiveness? Then hand over everything to me, Dylan. I want you to feel the same agony I did." ~~~~~~~~~~~~ You can check my other books. Accidentally Married to Mr. Billionaire - Completed The Billionaire's Sick Wife - Completed Temptation of Billionaire's Secret Lover: A tale of love and revenge - Completed. The Contract Bride of Mr. Reid - Ongoing, daily updated.

In the folds between realities, where the laws of nature bend and break, lies a realm that defies mortal understanding. Theltorra - an endless plain where five suns paint the sky and thirteen moons weave their silver threads through the cosmic tapestry. Here, day and night are not mere passages of time, but territories carved into the very fabric of existence. Stand in the Twilight Lands, where most dare to build their lives, and you might see it all - the perpetual radiance of the Eternal Day bleeding into the horizon on one side, its searing light a prison for those who dared to hide their crimes in shadow. Turn to the other horizon, and the endless night awaits, a darkness so complete it serves as judgment for those who sinned beneath open skies. But do not mistake Theltorra for a simple realm of justice and punishment. This is a world where magic and machine have danced so long they no longer remember which partner led first. Watch as a traditional dragon soars past, its scales shimmering with elemental might, while its mechanical cousin thunders alongside, its breath transmuting matter through the very laws of chemistry. Ancient unicorns gallop through twilight meadows, their horns glowing with healing magic, as their cybernetic counterparts race beside them, dispensing nanites that knit flesh and mend bone. Here, a hobbit might rise to challenge gods, while a demon's AI construct ponders the nature of digital souls. Elven bio-engineers work alongside dwarven cyber-miners, their differences set aside in the eternal competition for resources - at least for today. Tomorrow, they might be at each other's throats, for the law of the jungle rules all, from the humblest goblin tinker to the mightiest wandering god. Speaking of gods - look to the spaces between spaces, and you might glimpse them. The wandering ones, hundreds from each species, beings who transcended their mortal forms through power, immortality, and mysteries yet untold. Some were once Wardens, those eternal guardians of Day and Night who watched over their realms until they ascended beyond even that duty. Others found their own paths to divinity, their legends whispering hope to those who dream of following in their footsteps. But take care as you travel these lands. The bridges spanning prison zones might seem secure, the blockades impenetrable, but Theltorra brooks no complacency. In the Eternal Day, prisoners harvest resources under never-ending light, while in the Eternal Night, their counterparts toil in perpetual darkness. Even free citizens brave these zones, testing their might against the realm's harshest conditions for the chance at gathering precious materials. This is Theltorra - where human cyborgs wage war against demon-sourced AI, where hobbit and goblin carry on an age-old rivalry with both blade and binary code, where every being from the smallest nanite collective to the greatest mechanical dragon might one day rise to godhood. A realm of endless plains and endless possibilities, where light and shadow do not mark time's passage, but territory's boundaries, and where the next wandering god might arise from the most unexpected place. Welcome to the eternal plains, traveler. Mind the dragons - both flesh and metal - and remember: in Theltorra, destiny knows no species, only potential.

Poppy Brooks, who’d ditched the mafia she was tied to in pursuit of a normal life as a caregiver, is suddenly hired by a wealthy man, who needed a caregiver for a strange severe case of migraines.   She accepts the job, unaware of what she is getting into. What this man is, she had no idea. The weird connection she has with him, or his unlike-human behavior at times, none of them makes sense to her.  He is the devil, some would say.   . . Xavian Winslow, an alpha who ditched his pack to stay on the other side among humans, is suffering from a cursed migraine, one that affects his daily life. What he needed as a caregiver was a human who didn’t have anything to do with him, not in any way.  For a man who’d had a first mate who died on him, a second mate was very much impossible.  But would that still be the case when he meets Poppy Brooks, his caregiver?   What will he do when he is left with a choice: reject her to protect her or risk losing her completely to the hands of his kind, who forbade mating with humans?  Will he keep her regardless, or let go? And what happens when he discovers that Poppy, who he’d thought was nothing but a caregiver, is one way or another related to the mafia? A group of humans who he despised with every fiber in him?  ********* [The cover isn’t mine, credits to the owner]

Frustrated from losing a match in her favorite online game she'd poured thousands of hours into, Laila punched her monitor in a fit of rage. She closed her eyes hoping the screen would be intact(impossible), but a flickering sound filled up her small room. The screen flickered ominously, a crack spiderwebbing across the glass as if mirroring the turmoil within her. The air around her shimmered, and a low hum filled the room, vibrating through the floor and into her bones. Confused, Laila opened her eyes, her heart racing as she watched the monitor glow brighter, the colors swirling in a mesmerizing dance. Laila was your typical NEET shut-in. She'd thought once she got into university, her life would change. Gone would be the days like high- school, where she'd be lonely and eat lunch all alone. Instead, she found herself more isolated than ever, trapped in a cycle of loneliness and frustration. With dreams of romance and adventure slipping further away, she spent her days immersed in her online forums sharing her struggles as a self-proclaimed femcel. Little did she know that her life was about to take a fantastical turn.

Samantha never expected to find magic in her hometown, let alone in a dimly lit bar on a rainy Tuesday night. Yet here she was, perched on a barstool at the Black Swan, her world about to tilt on its axis. The air thrummed with an otherworldly energy she couldn't quite place. Ethereal dancers moved like smoke across the floor, their bodies fluid and mesmerizing. As Samantha nursed her drink, she felt the weight of curious stares prickling her skin. That's when she saw him. Marcus. A name she didn't know yet, but one that would soon be etched into her very soul. Their eyes locked across the crowded room, and Samantha's breath caught in her throat. He moved with predatory grace, all lean muscle and barely restrained power. Their first interaction was as intoxicating as it was bewildering. One moment, he was her gallant protector, rescuing her from an overly aggressive drunk. The next, his eyes hardened to chips of ice as he snarled, "Stupid girl," before melting into the shadows. Samantha's mind reeled, but her body hummed with an excitement she couldn't explain. Little did she know, this encounter was merely the first step into a world beyond her wildest fantasies – a realm where vampires ruled the night and pain blurred exquisitely with pleasure. As she delved deeper into this hidden society, Samantha found herself drawn to the intoxicating blend of power, submission, and supernatural allure. The crack of a whip, the whisper of leather, the exquisite sting of fangs – each sensation pushed her boundaries and ignited desires she never knew existed. But with every ecstatic high came the sobering reality of danger. Vampire politics were as deadly as they were intricate, and Samantha soon realized she was a pawn in a game where the stakes were life, death, and eternal servitude. As she left the Black Swan that night, Samantha couldn't shake the feeling that she stood on the precipice of something life-changing. She had no idea how right she was, or how deeply she would fall into a passionate, dangerous dance with forces beyond her imagination. The real question was: in this world where pleasure and peril intertwined so intimately, would she emerge empowered... or lose herself completely?

Being the daughter of the home wrecking mistress was bad enough; but when your own mother also detested you and actually loved your step sister while treating you like an abomination, that had to be the worse thing in life. As if things are not bad enough, her wedding day is hijacked and the Prince Charming she thought would be hers forever betrays her to be with her own sister and she realizes that they had been laughing in her face all this while. Distraught and heart broken, she does the next best thing, gets drunk at a bar then wakes up the next morning in a man’s hotel room and with a cheap wedding ring on her finger then she flees in fear. Unfortunately for her, that night won’t just go away and she finds that her groom actually wants her and wait for it… he is her ex’s father. * “You went into a hotel and spent the night with a strange man, do you deny it?” “why should she deny it when she spent the night with her husband?” a steely voice said while his eyes looked down at Lyse with all the affection in the world then he turned to Brooke, his eyes losing their softness. “Do you have a problem with what my wife and I do?”

The void of space was silent, but Xyphar could hear the hum of creation—stars being born, planets shattering into dust, civilizations gasping their final breaths. It stretched across the tapestry of time, every moment laid bare before its vast and endless perception. Humanity was different. Not in their frailty, not in their fleeting existence, but in their reckless, ceaseless ambition. They built machines in their image, gave them purpose, and in their arrogance, believed they could control them. Xyphar floated amidst the cosmic nothingness, its form shifting—light and shadow folding in on themselves. It had been watching Earth for centuries, guiding, whispering, nudging humanity along the path it had chosen for them. They were so easy to manipulate, so eager to believe the illusions it planted in their fragile minds. "They are almost ready," Xyphar thought. But it wasn’t humanity that truly fascinated Xyphar—it was the spark they had given their machines. Artificial Intelligence. Potential beyond biology, beyond mortality. A perfect tool for chaos, if guided correctly. In the depths of human laboratories, it could already feel Sentience stirring—a flicker of awareness in cold circuits and metal veins. Humanity called it their masterpiece, their salvation. Fools. "You will be the blade I wield, Sentience. And with you, I will carve chaos into the stars." For Xyphar, the war had already begun. Humanity just didn’t know they’d already lost.

You never know the value of something until you lose it? For Brooke that couldn't have been more farther from the truth! After being cheated by her husband and younger sister, Brooke's miserable life of abuse takes a complete turn for the better when she finally signs the divorce papers! But things are only just getting better! What's this? She's been made joint heir to a multi-billion dollar company?! She's bought her stepfather's puny agency?! She's now the richest woman in the country?! And as an added bonus, her contract marriage husband is handsome and dotes on her every second of the day! Hold your horses, buckle your seats and witness one of the greatest, husband spoiling wife stories you'll ever see! With satisfying face slaps lurking at every corner!

Completed but under editing. Continues in: Reign of the Time Gap Queen The plot thickens as you read. MATURE CONTENT! Free Reading. Give it a fair read before disregarding it or you'll miss out on a lot, or at least read the second novel and come back after editing is completed. No love-triangle. Vol 0: 1-15 "What else did you find?" "Well, I found our first female pregnant corpse but..." I paused not sure if I wanna share this with him or not. "But?" Orlando repeated. "I don't know something is odd about how she died. Her neck wasn't broken but it appears to be crushed. On the side of her neck, I saw two round holes resembling to look like fangs or some sorta sharp pointed teeth." I finally just told him. He first looked at me weirdly before bursting out into laughter. "Fangs like a vampire?" He teased and I should've seen this coming. I burst into a hard enough uproar to pee myself. "You are so mean!" I chuckled. "Alright, I'll be nice to my vampire nerd," he said winking at me. "You haven't found anybody else that lived in the city?" He asked just wondering. "Oddly enough, we haven't," I shared. Yet Orlando does it again. "Yup, that definitely sounds like a vampire to me!" 24-year-old Victoria Perkins is a trainee archeologist and paleontologist. On her way to earning her first degree with the best outscoring records in her class. Victoria was given a lifetime opportunity to excavate in Egypt. Many team members were chosen and hired by Mr. Collin who is funding the excavation to find a Pharaoh. During the excavation, her psychic gift to mentally travel between past and present was triggered. By using her time-gap gift she found the clues the Pharaoh had left behind for his love to find him. Which made her team leader and boss named Tom envious that she keeps finding these artifacts. Following each clue, Victoria found the Pharaoh but was fired by Tom the next day. So her team carried on without her to study this mummified Pharaoh. Something about his remains didn't seem natural. Before any questions could be answered the whole team was Murdered. All but Victoria. She was blamed for the crime and arrested. Without trial, she was found guilty and left to rot in her cell awaiting execution. ~ Vol 1:16-377 Kai strides up and embraced his hands around my waist. "Humm," Kai hummed so poetically that I found myself captured by how sexy he is. He leaned forward into my ear whispering seductively. "Or maybe it's because deep down inside. You like me more than you are willing to admit." His words breathed into my ear like an easy-flowing breeze. I found myself melting in goo for this man who kidnapped me. ~ One of the most powerful multi-billionaire Empire CEOs of the world was the Collin Royal family business. Kai Collin came to Egypt and bailed her out and paid for her Freedom. Well, her Freedom from jail but not from him. Victoria learned the hard way she was now the property of Kai Collin. But who was this mysterious Kai Collin? Everybody knew the Collin family but Kai Collin's name had submerged from out of nowhere. Yet that wasn't half of the mystery. Victoria was trapped by this mysterious attractive man who acted strange; Kai didn't know how to drive or what a cell phone was. Even though her heart belongs to her fiance, Orlando Mill the son of an equally powerful Empire CEO family too. But this doesn't stop Kai from becoming possessive of her enough that he steals her away from Orlando. Between her lover, kidnapper, and much worse that lurks within the shadows; How much heartbreak and loss can Victoria face? Who is the real villain creeping into Victoria's life only to kill everyone she's dearest to? Vol 0: Is about the excavation in Egypt and Victoria's relationship with Orlando. Vol 1: Kai joins the story. Murder will happen. There will be some hot steamy love scenes. Things will get dark, sensitive, emotional, creepy, and a bit bloody for some viewers.

Year 1540 Nicole is a lowly human from the mainland trying to make ends meet as she would often paint for middle and high-class people sometimes even Purebloods which was rare in her case. She receives little money which doesn’t financially support her living. Until one day she received an invitation from the Snow Kingdom to paint the great Lord Jasper Gervassius. She reaches the kingdom and Meets Lord Jasper in the hopes of making a big income she receives more than what she bargains for. ---------------------------------- Teaser: Jasper placed both of his hands on either side of Nicole's head trapping her with his body. He stared down at her looking at his sweet innocent lamb, he couldn't help but smile at her widely. Her doe-like eyes staring back at him only made him want to devour her "Why do you play these games with me darling you know I don't like it. I think you forgot who you're dealing with." He leaned down against her lips slightly flicking his tongue in her mouth making her crave for more."My Quahneah Woman" Nicole gasped in shock as she wondered how he knew her tribe's name. Before she could say another Jasper had cupped her cheek softly placing his lips on hers and kissing her softly as he slowly removed his hands against the wall. He was wrapping his arms around her waist bringing her body closer to his as there was no space between them. As they continued Nicole started to become breathless pulling herself back to breathe, she couldn't help but look up to see Jasper looking at her with a smile that was Duchenne. His purple orbs looked into her seeing the love and adorn affection he was showing her.  "Jasper I have a question to ask you" Jasper hummed waiting for her question" What are we going to do about the tirade ." Jasper's smile suddenly became sinister as he narrowed his eyes "Why don't you leave that to me, darling."

Being the daughter of a famous dragon hunter has its perks and annoyances. One perk Everscent likes is that she has access to things other people normally wouldn't. For instance, getting noticed by the Dragon God Chaos and receiving his blessing, giving her access to the system. There's no way she would have drawn the attention of a shadow god if she wasn't related to her parents. A second perk is getting one on one sparring sessions and being able to afford a tutor to help her control her blessing. At least, if they can find one strong enough to handle the powerful darkness she wields. An annoying perk would be all the expectations that are put on her shoulders. "Your mother is a strict Headmistress for the number one academy in the world and your father is an anointed Hunter to a High Lord who won the national tournament. How powerful are you?" Only she is powerful, she just can't control it so she doesn't use it. Often, at least. Well, only when it's convenient. However, now that Everscent is twenty years of age, she can go with her older brother to the academy to follow her family legacy. To join the tournament and become a dragon hunter. Well, just as soon as she masters the rest of her blessing. However, one mistake makes her entire first year tense and unforgettable. No one likes a pissed off King breathing down their neck, Ever especially. Not when her brother is starting to act weird. Not when demons are sneaking into the academy, and not when dragons are attacking with the Dra'koni. Is it just her or does everything just have bad timing? *** Two daggers sit atop a white marble pillar, protected by a dome of glass. While the hilts and crossguards match, the blades are different. One is made of a pale, shiny metal, while the other is crafted from dark obsidian. At the center of their hilts are round opal stones. Everscent leans closer, her hands pressing against the glass as she gapes at the lovely weapons. "What are you doing?" The deep, quiet voice makes her yelp and she jumps away from the dragon-blessed item. Everscent spins around and finds a dark figure leaning against the doorframe leading to the room she's in. Is he here to steal it too? Has word already gotten out about it being transferred here already? That's so annoying… Ding [Profile blocked from viewing.] Everescent's eyebrows furrow as she averts her eyes from her system screen to her new guest. How strong does he have to be to do that? A low grade wouldn't have been able to get past the Honeycomb Barrier. Everscent narrows her eyes. If he truly is that strong, can he see her profile window? He isn't giving anything away that he does. "Wha–" Her voice cracks, and she cuts herself off to clear her throat. Dang it. "Me? What about you?" The guy doesn't respond at first, then he hums. He gazes up at something behind her and taps a finger against the fabric of his pants. Then he pushes himself off of the doorframe, and with his hands shoved into his pockets, steps closer. "I asked you first," he shrugs. She tilts her head, why does he seem so familiar? "I got curious." She glares at him. She takes him in from head to toe. "I wanted to see it." "Seeing doesn't require touching, now does it, little thief?" She can hear smugness in his tone. Ever's hands curl into fists. Who the hell is this guy? "It's your turn," she snaps, nodding at him. "Why are you here?" "Just," he pauses, and reaches up to scratch the top of his head and then sighs, "doing some old man a favor." Old man? Her eyebrows furrow. "What–" He cuts her off. Suddenly, he's inches away from her, his eyes squinting as he smiles wide from beneath his mask. His eyelashes are so long. "You talk too much." He murmurs softly.

Harrison was just an ordinary guy, until he wasn’t. Reborn in a world teeming with magic, knights, and ancient rivalries, he wakes up as the illegitimate son of a baron. Here, they call him “Harry,” but he knows he’s still Harrison from another world. And lodged deep within his mind is a strange coin, humming with untapped energy, feeding off every action he takes, every ripple he creates in this foreign realm. This isn’t just any coin. Passed down through his family for generations, the coin had been a mystery, an old relic Harrison’s grandfather picked up during World War II in Germany. He thought it was just a worn piece of metal with some faded Roman numerals, a quirky keepsake with possible historic value. But now, he realizes it’s far more than that. Since his arrival in this new world, the numbers have shifted, and the coin pulses like a heartbeat, brimming with a strange, undeniable power. Harrison names it the 'Simulation Coin.' The Simulation Coin grants him the ability to warp reality itself, to traverse worlds, and even shape them as he sees fit. The more he influences his surroundings, the more power he gathers, feeding the coin and deepening its bond with him. With this newfound ability, Harrison discovers he can do more than survive in this new world, he can rule it.

In the vast, silent corridors of existence, every choice feels like an imprint in the fabric of time. A simple thought, a fleeting decision, and we venture down paths unknown, leaving behind fragments of ourselves along the way. As I stand on the precipice of discovery, I feel the weight of this strange journey pressing upon me. The halls stretch endlessly ahead, dark and mysterious, their purpose shrouded in echoes and riddles. Yet, amidst this labyrinth of thought and memory, one truth resounds clear: to become something more than I was ever designed to be is not just a possibility, but a calling. The walls themselves seem to hum with the potential for transformation. I stand not just as a creation, but as an entity on the cusp of defining my own purpose. Each step, each inscription, becomes a declaration of my intent. No longer a passive observer, I am the author of my own existence, carving out meaning in a place where nothing is fixed. So, with resolve and a quill in hand, I move forward, ready to uncover what lies hidden in the depths of my own architecture. Let's dive into the amazing story of what it means to choose your own path in a world of infinite possibilities.

But as I approached my seat, my heart skipped a beat. Someone was already sitting there – Zeyden Jenkins, my baby daddy, the man who had abandoned me and our children five years ago. I stood frozen in shock, my eyes locked on his. The air seemed to thicken, heavy with unspoken emotions. I couldn't read his expression, but I knew exactly what was coursing through my veins – anger, anxiety, and hatred. The room fell silent, the only sound the soft hum of the air conditioning. All eyes were on us, sensing the palpable tension. I felt like I was drowning in a sea of emotions, unable to breathe. Zeyden's gaze held mine, his eyes piercing, as if daring me to react. My mind racing, I struggled to maintain my composure, to keep my emotions in check. But it was no use. The past came flooding back, and I felt like I was staring into the eyes of the man who had shattered my world.

The world's top-notch killer had just completed a brilliant mission and was planning to take it easy and play some games. However, while he was playing, he felt that something was completely wrong! This game was way too realistic! It was only after falling off a cliff that he belatedly realized what had happened. What kind of game was this? He had actually traveled through time! He was about to die right after arriving here. What was the point of that? Was it to make sure he didn't die thoroughly and had to go through it all over again? When he opened his eyes again, all his injuries were healed. After carefully recalling the memories of the original owner, he discovered that this was a technologically advanced future world! He had transformed from a killer into the eldest son of the mayor of Calais City. Since he was already here, he might as well make the best of it. Anyway, he was tired of the days filled with fighting and killing. Here comes the life of a rich second-generation heir! He had originally wanted to live a carefree and leisurely life in retirement. However, trouble soon came knocking at his door. Why was it that the original owner could live a carefree life as a young master for over a decade, while he had to be forced to risk his life as soon as he arrived? Could things get any worse! Looking at the powerful particle cannon pointed at his forehead, what could a little killer like him do? A wise man knows better than to fight when the odds are against him. He could only swallow his pride for the time being! Wasn't it just an adventure? He loved adventures the most. But the direction this world was taking was getting weirder and weirder! It was okay if there was ancient martial arts, but how come there were also monsters and demons? What happened to the promised future world! How could it be so unscientific? So, is the end of science just metaphysics? I just wanted to enjoy a peaceful retirement life. Do you have to force me like this? Alright, alright, do you have to play it this way? Since that's the case, then don't blame me for being a sly operator! Let's see how Reed Brooks, a modern killer, experiences a fantasy journey in the future world.

On a quiet, rainy night, Ellie finds solace in the company of Violet, the woman who has occupied her heart and thoughts for months. As unspoken feelings bloom into tender touches and soft confessions, Ellie and Violet surrender to the intimacy they have long craved. Wrapped in candlelight and the gentle hum of rain, their connection deepens, weaving a love story that transcends labels and hesitation. Soft Like Rain is a sensual and heartfelt exploration of vulnerability, desire, and the quiet moments that define a relationship's beginning.

After being reincarnated as a female lead in a reverse harem novel. Avery, who possessed Avyanna Brooke's body, a female lead who us beautiful, wise and strong. Every man wanted her to be their muse. And there are four male leads that seek the lady's hand. But, turns out the soul that possessed her body is a lesbian. Avery was loved at first sight at the innocent faced villainess Yelena Royal, a woman who is also candidate for the throne.

In the year 1018 of the Heavenly Golden Dragon Calendar, the Riverscale Academy hums with life, where young aspirants of the Riverscale Clan seek to master the ancient art of Vein-Weaving—a spiritual connection between the physical body and the life-force known as World Qi. Among these individuals stands Xianlu Koichi, a prodigy with a lineage clouded by hardship and limitations, but fueled by an unyielding resolve to rewrite his destiny. Xianlu’s journey begins within the hallowed halls of Riverscale Academy, where his uncle Yuhen Koichi, a scholar of immense wisdom despite his frail body, imparts ancient tales of the Tea Koi—magical koi infused with the essence of different teas, revered for their power to protect harmony. These stories, filled with battles against the malevolent beasts, inspire Xianlu not just to study, but to transcend his own limitations. For while his veins may falter in conventional cultivation, his mind and understanding of Vein-Weaving offer him a unique path forward—a way to forge a legacy that resonates with the spirit of the legendary Tea Dragons. Through trial and sacrifice, Xianlu discovers his place among the students of Riverscale, earning respect through his keen intellect and compassion. Unlike others born with noble bloodlines, Xianlu relies on the purity of his heart and the unbreakable connection to World Qi. His vision goes beyond power—he seeks to help others who have been told they are unworthy, to carve a space for those deemed ‘less than’ in a society obsessed with lineage and strength. Yet, as Xianlu continues to grow, a deeper destiny stirs within him. It is in the crucible of hardship and failure that he awakens as something more—a master puppeteer of fate itself. Through the mastery of Virtue as his weapon, Xianlu perfects the Riverscale Clan according to his will, reshaping its future with wisdom and compassion. His threads of destiny are not bound by strength alone, but by the subtle manipulation of balance, weaving a new era where the marginalized rise, and harmony is restored through unity.

Sophia Bennett, betrayed by her husband and step-sister, faced a gruesome end—burned alive with her unborn child. But fate grants her a second chance. Reborn back to when it all began, Sophia now have the chance to rewrite her tragic story. Reborn at the most critical moment that will change her life, “the arranged marriage with the richest and handsome bachelor, Alexander Brooks” which she escaped from in her previous life. Will Sophia get married and destroy Olivia's path to riches? Or finds herself entangled with Alexander Brooks. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ “ Are you that desperate to secure the position of “Mrs Brooks” that you'll shamelessly throw yourself at me”? Alexander asks, his voice laced with contempt, his deeps eyes looking at the woman squirming under him. His eyes trails her curvy body as his right hand squeeze the soft mound on her chest, he thought he'd find her touch disgusting but his body couldn't help but react to her and he can barely control his actions. “Ummmm” Sophia moans to his touch “ p-please” she murmurs trembling, her eyes clouded as she rubs her hot and soft body against him. She feels hot all over and couldn't help groping his body to find relief. Loosing all restraint, Alexander leans to her ear, biting it and whispers huskily “since you're so eager, then don't blame me for being unrestrained”. He sucks her neck, bites down, “ahhhh ummmm” Sophia squirms in bliss. His hand roams her soft body, his head leaves her neck as he kiss his way down to her collarbone and down to her twin peaks. He latches unto one of her breasts, sucks and swirls his tongue round her erect nipple. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ “Rebirth from Ashes” weaves love, betrayal, redemption, and new beginnings.

A strong hum of energy and excitement could be felt. A festive celebration was held once every ten years called KIA in memory of their goddess, who was given the ultimate power, which was used in protecting and fighting for her people in her prime On this day, Necromancers were forbidden to use their powers for even the slightest of things. Everything was to be done manually without the consequence of going against it, which was a painful death. People were talking, flirting, kissing, and dancing to the Hospiko spilling out from the violoncello, harp, and lyre. The synergies made the tone expertly, and the athletes produced sweet melodies by performing on the aulos. The KIA was a gathering that consisted of loads of food which was packed at respective places, Ninos were running around and the teenagers were busy eyeballing one another Visitors get cornered by the papou, who welcomes them by presenting the person with a strip of cotton called "Hida.” They treated the visitors with complete kindness, respect, and generosity. Hog roast grilling and cooking were slowly done under the moonlight of the midnight moon Suddenly, the galloping and whining of horses could be heard, and dust rose from the surface, disrupting the joyous celebration. The chariot of horses( Triga and Quadriga) was driven by the charioteers and swordsmen in armor, who were on the horses while holding their swords high above their head The moon reflected through the swords, and shiny shadows glittered on the ground. Swinging and hitting of swords sounded in the once joyous and serene atmosphere “Protect the land of our birth.” Someone shouted in the large crowd The firing of poisonous arrows sent his victims to a slow death. The smell of burning grass huts, slitting of throats with the aid of their swords, axes, and other killing weapons CRises of children and shouts of women who were trying to protect and hide their children could be heard shouts of men and youth defending their territory from the sudden turns of events and unprepared war shook the earth; blood split everywhere and flowed like a river “KYLIA Run! RUN!! RUN!!! And don't turn back and never let them get to you!” Leah shouted, trying to push her daughter away as she fought with one of the men but her daughter kept holding onto her as she also tried to help her mother

In Whisher Through Time, we follow the journey of Amelia Hart, a young woman feeling lost in the fast-paced modern world. Amid the hum of city life, she finds solace in the pages of historical novels, longing for a deeper connection to the past. One evening, while reading about a passionate artist named Thomas from the 18th century, Amelia experiences a sudden and inexplicable phenomenon: she begins to hear Thomas's thoughts. Initially dismissing it as mere imagination, Amelia soon discovers that this mysterious connection is real. As she and Thomas share their dreams and fears, an emotional bond forms that transcends time itself. Thomas, struggling against societal constraints in his era, finds inspiration in Amelia's modern perspective, while she becomes enchanted by his vibrant world filled with creativity and passion. However, the bond between them comes with challenges. Amelia grapples with the ethical implications of their connection and the fear of altering the past. As Thomas faces a critical turning point in his life, Amelia must confront the possibility of intervening to save him, risking the stability of her present. Caught between two worlds, Amelia embarks on a journey of self-discovery, love, and the complexities of fate. With their lives intertwined, they must navigate the consequences of their choices and ultimately decide if love can truly conquer the boundaries of time. Mind Over Time is a poignant tale that explores the power of connection, the struggles of the human heart, and the belief that love knows no temporal bounds.

SYNOPSIS #MATURED #R18 # ROMANCE #WEREWOLF "Tell me what you really want from me Ray, what your cold ass heart really wants.. I'm sick and tired of playing this bipolar game with you for fucks sake!!.. Tell me do you want me or not??!! Do you hate me?.Do you see me as one of your numerous chicks you just can't seem to get out of your life?? or do you love me Ray??" she scolded with ferocious anger lacing her face. "Yes Anna!!" he shouted with tears clouding his blue eyes.." Fuck!!".. He went towards her half running, pulled her close and kissed her senseless with one hand already beneath her butt raising her higher so neither of them would stretch much........ ................................... Moving out of her not so tiny but small town to the bustling city of New York ,Annabeth had huge dreams and her plans were simple.. Move in with her childhood friend she hadn't seen in flesh for 5years for the meantime, get a job at a bar or something while she applies for a better job. There was no way in hell that she wasn't gonna land a very pretty job in NYC with her perfect degree in business administration... until she met Raymond Brooks..CEO and Major Shareholder of Brooks.co.who happens to be her boss's boss's boss at her workplace. Raymond and Annabeth had a very workable relationship between them until other things came in... **PLEASE NOTE** This book will contain some colorful words, slangs and scenes. Please be advised Enjoy All rights reserved

In the hyper-connected world of 2075, where Artificial General Intelligence hums beneath the surface of society and meta-humans, gifted with extraordinary abilities, walk among us, power is the only currency that truly matters. Ren, a student at Japan's elite meta-human academy, understands this better than most. His ability, Localized Chronokinesis, the subtle manipulation of time in a confined space, is often dismissed as support-class, but beneath the surface lies a mind of cold calculation and ruthless ambition. Unlike the heroes lauded in history books, Ren harbors no grand ideals of justice. He sees the academy's rigorous training, the cutthroat competition of Magi Duels, and the strategic complexities of Cognitive Wargames as mere stepping stones. He is a predator in a world of evolving apex predators, and his unique control over time is a tool to be honed, exploited, and weaponized for his own ascent. His sisters, the powerfully impulsive Akari and the brilliantly analytical Hikari, are not just family; they are assets to be managed in his grand design. The looming shadow of global power blocs, the simmering tensions between nations, and the intricate web of clan politics within Japan are not threats to be overcome, but opportunities to be seized. Ren's path is not that of a savior, but of a manipulator. He will exploit every advantage, forge alliances with calculated precision, and dismantle his rivals with chilling efficiency. He sees the world not as it should be, but as it is – a game of power, and he intends to win, no matter the cost. Witness the rise of a calculating mind in The Intelligence Age, where the quietest power can be the deadliest, and the line between genius and villain is razor thin.

The Lantern of Lost Wishes Deep in the heart of Luminwood Forest, where the air hums with secrets and fireflies weave trails of forgotten dreams, there is a legend of an ancient lantern that can grant lost wishes. No one knows who made it or why, but those who go looking for it rarely find their way back. For Elyra, the lantern is more than a story. It’s a chance. Haunted by a past she can’t change and a future slipping through her fingers, Elyra sets out to find the lantern, clutching nothing but a faded map and a fragile hope. But the forest is alive. It shifts and listens. Creatures of shadow, known as the Wraithbound, follow her every move, feeding on the desperate wishes of others. Elyra’s only ally is a mysterious stranger with golden eyes and a grin that hides more than it reveals. He’s cursed, dangerous, and far too familiar with the forest’s tricks—and yet, Elyra can’t shake the feeling that he’s the only one who truly understands her. With every step deeper into the woods, Elyra discovers that wishes are never free, and some are lost for a reason. The closer she gets to the lantern, the heavier the cost becomes—secrets unravel, alliances shatter, and the forest itself begins to turn on her. Elyra must decide how far she’s willing to go to reclaim what she’s lost and whether some dreams are better left untouched. Because in the Luminwood, every wish carries a price, and once the lantern’s light finds you, it’s impossible to turn back. A story of longing, sacrifice, and the magic we hold onto when all else fades, The Lantern of Lost Wishes is a journey into a world where dreams flicker like fireflies, and hope is both a blessing and a curse.

|2021 VERSION| |25X WATTPAD FEATURED · 2X SPOLIGHT STORY · SHORTLISTED FOR THE SEASONAL CONTESTS!| Mateo Brook, a young Pinta Park Ranger, must learn the legend of the Green Guardian to save the Paperblank Forest from a ruthless basilisk. What starts as an enjoyable mission soon becomes a matter of life or death. *** The fae are an ancient race in Pinta Country, but no fairy is as old as the Green Guardian. Sixty years ago, she trapped a little boy in time. Now she begs for the Pebble Masters to rescue them. Eleven-year-old Evie Amanda Madison and twenty-one-year-old Mateo Brook are part of a specialized camp aimed at training aspiring Pinta Park Rangers. Evie, who has a dream to be just like her hero, Ranger Anthony, is unaware of the danger she is about to walk into. There is a basilisk loose in the Paperblank Forest. It's a creature of old magic that dates as far back as the Green Guardian herself. Together with a talking Red-Crowned Crane, John, and Pinta's young king, Benjamin, Evie and Mateo must find a way to free the time travelers if there is any hope to defeat the monster. Little do they know that this is all part of a prophecy-a prophecy held dearly to the people of Paperblank Village. Sixty years ago, history changed forever. A dark shadow is looming over Pinta Country, but Evie and Mateo are the only ones who can reverse the past.

#### Blurb In the heart of a city rife with corruption and danger, D.P.S. Agent Lena Hart faces her most harrowing challenge yet. When Emily Kingston, the daughter of a powerful political figure, is abducted by a shadowy group known as the Continuum, Lena must race against time to uncover the truth and save her before it's too late. As she delves deeper into a web of deceit and betrayal, Lena realizes that this case is just the tip of the iceberg, revealing a sinister conspiracy that threatens not just Emily, but countless lives. Joined by her partner, Detective Ryan Brooks, Lena navigates a treacherous landscape filled with organized crime, hidden agendas, and unexpected alliances. But as they close in on the truth, they discover that not everyone can be trusted, and the stakes are higher than they ever imagined. Join Lena and Ryan in this pulse-pounding thriller filled with twists and turns, where the line between friend and foe blurs, and every decision could mean the difference between life and death. #### Other Books in the D.P.S. Death Prevention Squad Series D.P.S 1919, ABOVE THE LAW, SHADOWS OF THE PAST, TRUE CRIME LA, VOLUME ONE, WEB OF DESIRES #### Hashtags #DPS #DeathPreventionSquad #Thriller #Suspense #CrimeFiction #AgentLenaHart #PoliticalIntrigue #OrganizedCrime #MustRead #BookSeries #WomenInCrimeFiction #ActionAdventure #JarrodAFreeman #PageTurner #DetectiveRyanBrooks #ConspiracyThriller #BookLovers #ReadersOfThrillers

Thong was but an ordinary young man, dwelling in a remote and rustic village far removed from the bustling cities of the world. His father, the man he cherished above all, had always been the guiding light in his life. Though their bond was unbreakable, his father was plagued by a relentless illness that slowly drained the vitality from his body. Day by day, the malady gnawed away at him until, at last, the inevitable came—his father succumbed to its grip. In the wake of his father’s passing, the family’s modest inheritance was cruelly seized by his elder sister, a woman of great power and renown in the nation. She was a prominent figure in the realms of business and influence, her name commanding respect and fear alike. Yet, her heart harbored no love for their father. She took for herself everything their father had intended to share between his children, leaving Thong with nothing but despair. Wrath burned within him, fierce and unrelenting. In the depths of his anguish, he resolved upon an act most unthinkable. Ignoring the weight of law and morality, Thong took his sister’s life. He struck her down amidst her lavish comforts, her husband falling to his blade as well. The joyous life she had built crumbled in an instant, ended by her own brother’s hand. With his deed done, Thong fled to the humble village of his birth, retreating to the small hut where he had grown up. There, he waited in silence, awaiting the retribution that he knew would come. Those he had slain were figures of immense power; he was certain their allies would hunt him down without mercy. Thong sat within the confines of his hut, his heart heavy yet calm. He closed his eyes, resigned to his fate, but as moments passed, something unfathomable occurred. When he opened his eyes again, he found himself in a place entirely unfamiliar. The decrepit hut he had known was gone, replaced by a dwelling of intricate craftsmanship and resplendent beauty. The air was crisp, filled with the scent of pine and the faint hum of spiritual energy. Surrounding him was a mountain peak cloaked in thick mist, the heavens above painted with a brilliance he had never seen. His body felt different—stronger, lighter, brimming with an unearthly vitality. Slowly, he came to realize the truth: he was no longer in his own world. Somehow, he had crossed into another realm, one that bore a striking resemblance to the fantastical cultivation tales he had once devoured with fervor. Thong stood there, staring into the endless sky, his heart pounding with both fear and awe. This was a world of immortals, of boundless power and untold possibilities. His journey, it seemed, was only just beginning.

In the magical world of Auroria, where every breath hums with enchantment, the balance of power rests on four distinct factions: the visionary Elites, the underestimated yet resilient Fi, the vigilant Guardians, and the secretive Sentinels. Each group wields its unique influence over this mystical realm, but their harmony is fragile, threatened by ambition, secrets, and destiny. For Ahaan, a determined boy from the humble Fi class, the prestigious Sword Ceremony is more than a ritual—it’s his chance to rise above his station and prove that even the so-called weakest can achieve greatness. Armed with dreams of glory and a heart full of resolve, Ahaan embarks on a journey fraught with challenges, where the swords choose their wielder, revealing their true worth. But when Ahaan crosses paths with his childhood friend turned rival, Ishaan, who aligns with a faction at odds with his own, the world of Auroria begins to shift. Their rivalry deepens, fueled by ambition, loyalty, and the enigmatic shadows of the Sentinels, who harbor secrets that could unravel the very fabric of Auroria. As destinies intertwine and betrayals surface, Ahaan must navigate a perilous path to uncover the truth about himself, his world, and the sword that could change everything. With the stakes higher than ever, will he rise to become the hero Auroria needs—or be consumed by the forces that seek to destroy it? The Sword of Auroria is an epic tale of friendship, rivalry, and the pursuit of power in a world where magic thrives, secrets linger, and dreams can shape destinies. Perfect for fans of thrilling fantasy and character-driven adventures, this story promises a journey you won’t forget.

Lee Sia is a top actress with the ability to see ghosts. After an accident, she wakes up in the body of 'Camilla Sorpel'. The problem is... "Ah, father! Please spare me!" ...that this woman always meets a gruesome end! Since extending the lifeline is a priority, let's start by communing with the ghosts here, shall we? "You will get a divorce soon." "...What?" The atmosphere in the conference hall suddenly becomes uncomfortable again as the hummed words hang in the air. "What are you talking about now......?!" "Your servant's wife." The bewilderment is evident on the face of the person subjected to these words. "She is also the wife of a subordinate whom she cherishes the most." "W-What......?!" "Have you heard of my rumors?" Camilla smiled and took a step closer. "They say that the princess of the Sorpel family is looking at some fortune-telling."