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*Roman historique fantastique à déroulement lent* Elise s'apprêtait à enfiler la robe qui était posée sur le coin de son lit lorsqu'elle entendit frapper à sa porte. Curieuse, elle tourna la poignée et se retrouva face à un grand homme qui la dominait. « Maître Ian ! » s'exclama-t-elle. Ian sourit avec le sourire espiègle habituel qu'il affichait toujours. Ses yeux cramoisis balayèrent brièvement sa chambre et s'arrêtèrent sur la robe noire posée sur son lit, puis se déplacèrent sur la femme qui se tenait devant lui. Il fit un pas en avant et demanda. « Où as-tu trouvé cette robe ? » « Monsieur Harland me l'a offerte », répondit Elise en tendant le cou pour voir les sourcils de Ian se froncer avec élégance. « Sais-tu pourquoi un homme aime offrir une robe à une femme ? » Il lui posa l'énigme à laquelle elle devait toujours réfléchir à deux fois avant de répondre. Mais cette fois, elle ne trouva pas de réponse et se contenta de secouer la tête. « Je ne sais pas. » Son sourire devint ensorcelant, comme si quelque chose s'était remué au plus profond des yeux écarlates qu'il avait. Il glissa lentement sa main sur le col de sa robe, envoyant un frisson glacial qui la surprit un instant à cause de sa température glacée. Après avoir défait les deux premiers boutons de son col, il inclina la tête vers le bas, murmurant à son oreille. « Parce qu'ils veulent être celui qui déshabille l'étoffe. » Il marqua une pause et embrassa son cou, faisant rougir la peau pâle avant de se rétracter pour fixer son regard sur elle et répondit avec nonchalance. « Malheureusement, tu ne peux pas porter la robe là-bas avec ça. » Il rit et tendit une boîte dans sa main. « Et la bonne nouvelle, c'est que je t'ai préparé une robe. » Elise était une petite fille maudite qui pouvait voir les fantômes. Sa famille la détestait et la rejetait d'une famille adoptive à l'autre. Cependant, le malheur n'agissait pas seul. Lorsqu'elle fut élevée par sa tante, elle fut vendue comme esclave. Lorsqu'elle crut qu'elle ne deviendrait rien d'autre qu'un sacrifice pour le sorcier, elle fut sauvée par un homme dont l'identité était bien différente de celle d'un être mythique normal. *** Ce livre est ORIGINAL et il ne s'agit pas d'une traduction Rejoignez le discord de l'auteur : https://discord.gg/YPKueb4

Two hearts untouched, in silence lay, Met where tulips swayed in May. No love had brushed their lonely past, Yet fate had spun its web so fast. A blossom new, so soft, so bright, Unfolded in the golden light. Their souls once cold, now warm and free, Love bloomed where none had thought to be.

Reality is not what it seems. Beneath the surface of the world lies a truth far darker, woven through with memories that should never be. For eons, the cycle has repeated itself, a constant reshaping of history, erasing all that came before it. Each life, each moment, is spun from the Loom of Time, and with each new dawn, the past is forgotten. Yet, Eryndor walks this world with the weight of forgotten memories pressing against his soul—visions of people he never met, cities that should have never existed, and a life he never lived. In the shadow of the crimson storm, Eryndor finds himself drawn toward the truth, though he does not know what that truth is. It is a truth buried deep within the storm’s wake, hidden beneath layers of false memories and fractured identities. As the storm rages, Eryndor discovers that his blood ties him to the very force that shreds reality. His name, his soul, his existence—all bound to the storm’s cyclical nature. The world, he learns, is a prison, built by the Keepers to contain the storm’s power. They are the unseen rulers, the architects of oblivion, and they will stop at nothing to keep the truth buried. But some truths cannot be erased. There are those who remember the past, who dare to defy the Keepers, and they speak of a boy—Eryndor—who will one day have to choose between binding the world to the cycle or breaking it free from its eternal prison. As the storm’s hunger grows, Eryndor must confront his fractured identity, face the horrors of the past, and make a choice that will either destroy him or remake the world. In the end, it is not the storm that is the greatest danger, but the world that exists beneath it—the truth that the storm seeks to bury forever. Become the key. Or become the Lock

Lyra Whitmore is a gifted witch from a powerful but feared kingdom, bound by duty and the expectations of her people. Bold and clever, she’s no stranger to trouble, but her world turns upside down when she is kidnapped by a mysterious warrior. Rowan Blackwood is intense, secretive, and fiercely loyal to his king—everything Lyra should hate. Yet, there’s something about him that she can’t ignore. As time passes, Lyra begins to see cracks in his cold exterior, and her guarded heart starts to soften. But Rowan’s past is full of secrets, and Lyra’s very existence threatens his kingdom. With forbidden feelings growing between them, Lyra must choose: risk everything for a love that could ruin them both, or stay loyal to the kingdom she calls home. "I am leaving," the girl said, seething with anger. But the man held her hand and spun her around, pulling her completely into his arms. "No, you are not. They don’t know you’re the enemy’s daughter, Lyra. When they do, they’re going to come after you…" Lyra was stunned for a moment. What the hell? Not only does this girl look like me, her name is also Lyra! Then she saw the man lift the girl in a bridal style, despite her protests, and still, Lyra couldn’t see the man’s face. She was about to follow them when she heard her name being called.

"Please... give me a baby." His eyes cut like sharp blades: "Even if it's with your husband's own brother?" I nod, trembling. To save my dying husband, I would cross any line. What started as a deal spun out of control in the darkness. "Look at me," he grips my chin. "What are you craving?" I shake my head, biting my lip as tears fall. "You want this..." his lips brush mine, "you want me." ———— Twisted relationship alert. The story will contain NSFW contents and slight BDSM. The ratio between NSFW vs. story development is around 4:6. The whole story shall be around 200 chapters. I will mark the explicit chapters with [E] before the title, so you will know (whether you want to skip or read, hehe.) Also, this will be my first book on Webnovel, thanks for your support! * I don't own the cover, I found it on pinterest.

Across the boundless multiverse, where stars shared whispered secrets and galaxies spun like eternal dancers in a cosmic waltz, an unspoken agreement was forged. Ancient beings—older than time itself—gathered in a realm beyond mortal comprehension, where reality folded like origami and gravity was more suggestion than rule. Known by countless titles—Titans, Elders, Primordials—they were revered as gods by mortals. Yet among themselves, they were rivals, uneasy allies, and occasional drinking companions with a penchant for initiating universe-shaking gambles. Thus, they devised the Game: a grand contest of power spanning endless dimensions. Champions would be chosen to enact their will, wield their gifts, and should fate have a sense of humor become cosmic jesters. The reward? Total dominion over the multiverse. The stakes? Everything, from the fragile breath of mortals to the resonant songs of collapsing stars. As for the rules? They were nebulous at best. The only unyielding truth was that once selected, a champion could not opt out though that didn’t stop a few from trying.

From Riches to Realms ------ Strange events had begun to unfold:missing children, vanishing women, and widowed husbands—all while bodies disappeared without a trace. But worst of all— whispers around of the dead walking among the living. They said dead men tell no tales—until you force them silent. ....... Marie Antoine Lisette, or Liz as she preferred, never thought her life would spiral from riches to rags. She thought her future was set: a husband on the way, with gold, silver, pearls, lands, mansions, manors, and accounts she could scarcely keep track of. She had it all. But one fateful day, everything changed. Her head spun, her legs buckled, and then—darkness enveloped her. When she finally awakened, a circle of concerned faces surrounded her (her body) —friends and family, all eager for her recovery. Yet something felt amiss. When the prince arrived, Liz gushed, blushed, and her lips pursed as she shyly batted it at the prince. (Liz: Ew...) (???: So, you do like the prince) (Liz: What prince? Who?) As Liz opened her eyes again, a spiders crept through the damp wall. Her luxurious clothes had vanished, replaced by rags, and her hair lay matted and dirty. "A prison cell," she thought. Her voice quivered on the brink of tears, "My luxurious life." (???: About the prince...) "What could he possibly have to complain about?” she snarked. "..." When your world unravels in the most bewildering ways, do you ignore it or seek the truth? And when those answers come, will you accept them, or will they shatter everything you believe? **Presenting Liz, the first novel of yours truly for fun.** Follow her on her journey—a thrilling quest where adventure and budding romance await amidst danger and mystery. ----‐---‐--‐------‐--------‐-‐--‐------------------------ Cover from: ChatGpt **and, a word, from the author. a bit of support is always welcome if I should continue this or not. Of course, I did this for fun but, a little motivation is nice and even reviews or a little well-intended criticism is good.***

"Oga kpata kpata! Oga no na isisi! Oga no n' enu!" He greeted his boss who was sitted in the dimly lit spacious office with his back turned to him. "What's new?" The Boss answered with a cold emotionless voice. The smoke from his pipe engulfing the room. "The Alaye don show, he just touch down Chinua Achebe Airspace." The fellow answered, he being part of the activity his boss engaged in didn't flinch at the sight or breathe of the atmosphere almost two inches thick which he stood in the midst of, firm like an Iroko ready to wait on his boss' command. "Interesting! Get her to keep an eye on him, you, keep an eye on them..." And as he spun himself on the swivel to face him, he asked, "Is that clear?" "I dey for you Oga m, I dey for you, asap!" He replied with a slight bow. With a wave of one of his palms, both hands were now rested on the table, he dismisses him. He left with a bow and a final greeting as another guard armed with only a pistol hails the boss and proceeds to shut the door behind him. The boss spun himself repeatedly and when he had finally settled, he smirked as he released puffs of cloud from his nostrils...

Lila Evadne's life is as composed as her music—until an invitation to her ex's wedding threatens to unravel everything. Lured to a secluded, private island for her past lover's nuptials, she only had two things in mind: the past and the future. Surrounded by her friends from high school, Charlie, a determined journalist and Rafe, a man with a hidden past of his own, Lila expected nothing but a weekend of forced politeness and distant memories. As the island grows more isolated with each passing day, strange things begin to happen. In the isolated paradise, no one is safe from the web of deception spun by Nathaniel’s obsessive desire to reclaim what he lost. Love, betrayal, and deadly secrets collide, leaving Lila with an impossible choice: escape the island—and the tangled web of her past—or face the consequences of a love that might just kill her.

* At night He was rugged and untamed. That one steamy night left Grace utterly captivated. She coyly stretched out her dainty, snow-white feet, hooking them around his waist as she softly laid down her terms: For the first time, no staying overnight. The second time, the moment he got himself a significant other, she'd vanish from his side. Later on, their liaison would remain strictly on a physical level. No strings of money attached, no emotional fetters, just the most primal and unadulterated desires that flared up when night fell, entwining them like a web spun by countless spiders. And once the moment had passed, she'd straighten her skirt and turn her back on him, cold as ice. *During daytime He was the heir to a vast business empire, now impeccably dressed in a sharp suit, exuding an air of aristocratic reserve. He extended his hand to her with a polite smile, “Hello, Grace.” Grace gritted her teeth in secret dismay. She hastened to call off whatever was brewing between them, only to find herself cornered against the dressing room by the man, with no way out. In that cramped space, he was a relentless predator, and she, his irresistible quarry. His firmness pressed against her soft curves, setting every inch ablaze. Outside the door, her female colleagues were swooning over his chiseled abs. Just a thin partition away, he locked his arm around her willowy waist, seized her delicate hand, and guided it to rest on his taut abdomen, his voice dripping with a sultry allure, “Thought you could slip away? It's far too late for that.”

Nathan West has it all—wealth, power, and a legacy waiting for him. But when he meets Scarlett Madison, a sharp-tongued, ambitious woman from a working-class family, his carefully crafted life begins to unravel. Against all odds, they fall in love, defying his father’s wishes and building a life together in the face of poverty and adversity. Their happiness is short-lived when Scarlett is diagnosed with a life-threatening illness, and secrets about Nathan’s family come to light. An illegitimate heir, Alex, emerges, threatening to claim the West fortune, while hidden truths about Scarlett’s own past begin to surface. As Nathan and Scarlett navigate betrayal, family rivalries, and their own personal struggles, they uncover a web of lies spun by political enemies and long-buried secrets that could destroy them. With love as their anchor and courage as their weapon, they face impossible odds to expose the truth and reclaim their future. But when life itself hangs by a thread, will their bond be enough to overcome the ultimate test?

``` « Même si cet univers n'est vraiment rien de plus qu'une forêt brutale, sanglante, ombragée, nous les Cultivateurs brûlerons tout ce que nous possédons juste pour produire une faible étincelle vacillante dans les ténèbres ! « Peu importe la faiblesse de chaque étincelle, sa brièveté, sa petitesse… Tant que les étincelles affluent sans relâche, alors un jour, l'une d'entre elles allumera un peu d'amadou, et cet amadou enflammera des branches tombées, et ces branches embraseront chaque arbre de la forêt jusqu'au dernier ! « Au final, même les plus petites étincelles finiront par mettre le feu à la forêt ombragée et illumineront le monde entier ! » ------ ** Qidian International et l'ancien traducteur, M. Strivon, ont trouvé un accord pour racheter les chapitres et les héberger sur notre site. Nous continuerons la traduction à partir du dernier chapitre traduit par M. Strivon ** ```

" I've done everything by the book and look where that got me" "I was the good kid. I studied, I didn't drink, didn't go to parties, I kept my head done" " Nothing was ever enough for them , I was never good enough them ". He wiped the tears from her eyes " You think marrying me will make you good enough for them". She leaned into his palm and chuckled. "No, but it's a big enough fuck you to get them to finally notice me, acknowledge me". "Evelyn Rose, I want nothing more than to make you my woman but not to piss your old man off". She pulled his down to where he was slightly grazing her left boob. " What if I can stop thinking about you, your hands, where I want them. How they'll make me feel". She spun in his grasp and pressed her rear against him. He was hard. She had him where she wanted him

Gazing lifelessly down at the thin Japanese sword in her clenched hand, the fifteen-year old's dull brown eyes followed each drop of crimson liquid hang off the tip of the sword and land soundlessly on the ground. "Celestia." The voice of a familiar creature reached her human ears. Her gaze trailed up to meet her masters pair and this initiated his anger but she remained emotionless as he began to complain. "What the hell was that just now? I've been training you for the last ten years and I don't remember you fighting with the speed of a snail. I wouldn't have been surprised if these weak demons killed you." The straight black strands of Celestia's silky hair sway slightly under her hood as she stepped off the pile of dead bodies. The sharp weapon she summoned earlier transformed into light, allowing itself to be absorbed by the tattoo on the palm of her hand. The male glared as she disregarded his last words and spun on her heels, intending to leave the sickening scene. "How many times have I told you to not act like that towards me?" His form materialised in front of her, this allowing his long fingers to wrap around her neck. Celestia choked as her body was driven back and smacked against one of the trees in the vast forest. He released her once her face grew pale and watched smugly as she coughed and desperately inhaled as much as oxygen as she could. She bowed stiffly towards her master as soon as she managed to sort herself out. "I apologize, Zerro." His lips formed into a cruel grin and he unexpectedly planted a kick in her stomach causing Celestia to hit against the rough bark a second time. "You are just a weapon…nothing else." ------------------------------------------------------------------------ During a majority of her life, Celestia suffered through misfortune after misfortune, thanks to the demon, Zerro, who tricked her into creating a contract with him. When Han, a new student transfers to her school, he makes it his mission to help lift away her suffering. Will he succeed or will Zerro stop him from doing so?

Ça avait commencé de façon étrange : son chat refusait qu’il le caresse. Lin Qiushi découvrit rapidement que la discorde se répandait tout autour de lui. Puis, un jour, il poussa une porte et découvrit que son couloir, qu'il connaissait par coeur, était devenu un couloir sans fin. Aux deux extrémités de ce couloir se trouvaient douze portes en fer identiques. Il poussa l’une des portes. Ainsi, l’histoire commence.

In the year of 2025, on new years day the world was in chaos when a blue box appeared in everyone vision stating that every human alive, will be transported to a new world named Verra. Our protagonist 'Draven the Craven' as he was called by the people around him. "Verra huh?", Draven stared into the mirror at his contorted face as anger welled up within him. With a weak body, and small frame, he was always picked on and made fun of throughout his life, they called him the craven because he never fought back, he knew he couldn't win so he never even tried. "10 seconds till transfer" A robotic voice rang out in Dravens head. The world went black and shifted instantly. In a white room Draven appeared, "You have been chosen to be lord on the World of Verra, roll to choose your starting race." the robotic voice stated. A huge wheel of fortune popped up, with a fantasy array of races ranging from, humans to elves, wolfmen, lizardmen, all different types of humanoids, even monster types like goblins and orcs. Dravens face changed into a malicious smile with the thought of being something other than human. Draven made his roll, "Ding! Your selected starting race is human!" the robotic voice rang out once more. "HUMAN?" Draven yelled with rage. "Roll for your starting item, the item ranks are, Common, Uncommon, Rare, Epic, Legendary, and Mythic". Draven on his knees looked up at the wheel of fortune and spun it once more. "Ding!, your selected item is the Heart Of Darkness. Check your inventory to inspect it". "How do i check my inventory? " asks Draven. He waits a minute and no response is given. Draven closes his eyes says in his head 'This disgusting robot voice wont tell me how to check my inventory', After inventory is said in his head a blue box pops up in his face displaying his inventory with the heart of darkness in his first slot. 'Inspect', the heart of darkness presents a description of itself. Rank: Mythic Description: Ripped from the chest of the God Of Death, by the God Of Life in the war of the gods, a millennium ago. Use: One time consumable Effects: Unkown 'Host do you wish to use this one time consumable?' a flashing yes or no button popped up in Dravens Vision. 'yes' thought Draven, and his vision went black.

One day, a colossal meteorite struck the Earth, triggering a series of cataclysms. While humans were just beginning their process of recovery and planet reconstruction, an unknown energy began to spread across the Earth. Trees grew larger, animals became more powerful, threatening the survival of humankind. Fortunately, humans did not remain passive; they evolved as well, harnessing this energy to increase their own power. Among them, some received a gift from the universe from birth: a plane seed. Over time, as the Earth expanded, the rate of plane seeds among humans continued to rise, to the extent that almost every human possessed one. A new chapter in human history unfolded, with gods as the backbone of society. Some people will call it a new dawn; the dawn of the gods, Anonymous, May 28, 81395. (english is not my birth language, so there might be some faults in the traduction)

Isis walked slowly into the bathroom, her heart beating with unease. She heard muffled voices, followed by soft chuckles. Her steps faltered. The voices were familiar — a man’s deep tone mixed with a woman’s gentle laughter. A cold feeling crept through her chest. She recognized them, but she desperately hoped she was wrong. With trembling hands, she moved closer to the door, the sounds becoming clearer. Her breath caught as she gently pushed the door open. The sight before her made her freeze in shock. Barry, the man she loved and planned to propose to, stood in the small bathroom, holding Melisa — her friend. His lips, smudged with lipstick, confirmed what words couldn’t. Time seemed to stop as her gaze locked on them. A wave of pain shot through her, leaving her numb. The door creaked under her shaky hand, drawing their attention. Barry spun around, panic flashing in his eyes. “I… I can explain,” he stammered, wiping at the lipstick on his mouth with trembling fingers. Isis felt hot tears roll down her cheeks. Her vision blurred, her chest tightened, and without a word, she turned and ran.

Everyone knows the classic Cinderella story. A prince who falls in love with a commoner and unintentionally rescues her from her abusive household. But… What if Cinderella were a prideful young man, and the prince… was a princess who could barely admit her own feelings? Oh. The things people will do for love. The illegitimate son from the Xie family is laughed at the aristocratic circle. Proud, aloof, and undeniably rude, he’s everything but likable. His only saving graces are his unmatched grades and a face that could stop traffic. Yang Qinru, the "tyrant" of Imperial Academy, is no damsel in distress. With a bat in one hand and wit sharp enough to cut steel, she’s both feared and respected. But behind her rebellion is a girl who’s unafraid to take what she wants—even if it’s someone as infuriating as Xie Xinglin. ... "You’re kind of cute,” Yang Qinru mumbled, her cheeks betraying her with a faint pink hue. "What was that?" Xie Xinglin looked up, frowning. "I said you look like you crawled out of a garbage can!" she snapped, cheeks flaming as she spun on her heel and stormed off. Later, Wang Ye leaned in with a sly grin. "Boss, you into him? Like, fantasizing-about-him kind of into him?" Yang Qinru shot him a glare. "Like who?" "You know… him. Do you, like, daydream about holding his hand and skipping through fields of flowers or something?" She snorted. "Of course not! What kind of nonsense—?" She paused, her voice dropping to a mumble. "It's not like I imagine us getting married, building a house in the countryside, and adopting five cats or anything." Wang Ye blinked, stunned. "Uh… boss, that’s oddly specific." "Shut up!" she barked, shoving him away. This isn’t your typical fairy tale. When the "Cinderella" isn’t waiting to be saved, and the "prince" has his own walls to break down, what’s left is a whirlwind romance of rivalry, sarcasm, and reluctant confessions. After all, love doesn’t always follow the script.

Third person POV Chapter 1: Moonlight and Shadows Diana Black's eyes fluttered open, her heart racing as she gasped for air. She was drenched in sweat, her sheets tangled around her legs. It was just a dream, she told herself, trying to calm her racing thoughts. But the memory of the dream lingered, refusing to be shaken. In the dream, she was running, her feet pounding the earth as she desperately tried to escape. A figure loomed behind her, its presence dark and menacing. Diana's mind replayed the images, her senses still reeling from the fear that had gripped her. Who was the person chasing her? And why did she feel like she was being pulled toward them, despite the terror that filled her heart? As she sat up in bed, her eyes scanning the darkened room, Diana couldn't shake the feeling that the dream was more than just a product of her imagination. It felt like a warning, a message from her subconscious that something was coming, something that would change her life forever. She threw off the covers and got out of bed, padding over to the window to gaze out at the night. The moon cast its silvery glow over the city, illuminating the towering skyscrapers and casting long shadows across the streets. Diana felt a shiver run down her spine as she gazed out at the moonlit landscape. She loved the night, loved the way the shadows seemed to come alive in the darkness. But tonight, the shadows seemed to hold a sinister presence, as if they were watching her, waiting for her to make a move. With a sense of unease, Diana turned away from the window and began to get ready for her shift at the café. She tried to push the dream and its lingering fear to the back of her mind, but she couldn't shake the feeling that something was off, that the night held secrets and dangers that she couldn't even begin to imagine. With a sense of unease, Diana turned away from the window and began to get ready for her shift at the café. She tried to push the dream and its lingering fear to the back of her mind, but she couldn't shake the feeling that something was off, that the night held secrets and dangers that she couldn't even begin to imagine. As she grabbed her bag and headed out the door, Diana felt a sudden chill run down her spine. She spun around, but there was no one there. The hallway was empty, the only sound the creaking of the old building. Diana's heart was racing as she turned to leave, but her feet felt rooted to the spot. And then, she saw it. A piece of paper on the floor, with a message scrawled in red ink: "They're coming for you." Diana's blood ran cold as she stared at the message, her mind reeling with questions. Who was coming for her? And why?

In a world where whispers of magic dance amidst the mundane, a tale unfolds that will challenge the very fabric of reality. The Negative Point beckons, promising the fulfillment of every desire, yet hiding secrets darker than the shadows it casts. Meet Ryoshi Taisaku, a young dreamer whose yearning for the extraordinary leads him on a perilous journey. In pursuit of the mythical Negative Point, where legend whispers of wishes spun into existence, Ryoshi discovers that destiny's threads are not spun of gold but of enigma and peril. As Ryoshi ventures forth, the line between fantasy and reality blurs, and the true nature of magic reveals itself in ways he could never have imagined. But amidst the wonders, there lies a darkness, an unknown twist that threatens to unravel not only Ryoshi's journey but the very essence of his being. In a world where wishes come with a price, and magic is a double-edged sword, Ryoshi's quest for the extraordinary becomes a dance with destiny itself. For at the Negative Point, where dreams and nightmares converge, only the bravest souls dare to tread, and the secrets they unearth may reshape the world forever. Embark on a journey where every step is fraught with wonder and danger, where the limits of imagination are tested, and where the truest magic lies not in the granting of wishes, but in the journey itself. The Negative Point awaits, beckoning those who dare to dream beyond the confines of reality.

Luka Ankerman is the only omega son of his family. Between two Alpha, bad ass- yet surprisingly doting- sisters, an over protective Alpha father, and an omega mother who looks more innocent than she is, you’d think he’d be safe. While out running one day he runs into his true mate, John Ires. It’s clear that the little omega is the last thing that he is willing to claim, but John can’t help but be drawn to the magnet for trouble. As for Luka, if trying to figure his way around his new bond with John wasn’t hard enough, the surfacing of the Dragon Gem has spun his life out of control as a immortal psycho tries to claim what he believes is his: the Dragon Gem, world domination, and... Luka?!

Oh, this anthology is pure magic! Imagine an entire book spun from the melodies and heartbreak of all those classic songs with a woman’s name in the title. Yes, that’s right—the Emilys, the Roxannes, the Lolas, and Laylas. Each story takes inspiration from a beloved track, reimagining the namesake into tales that twist, turn, haunt, or heal in ways you’d never expect. From tales of forbidden love and supernatural encounters to journeys of self-discovery and wicked revenge, every story pulls at a different chord. This collection takes the muse out of the song and drops her into a world where her name tells her story. Perfect for anyone who’s ever felt the pulse of a song run through their veins—or whispered their name in the dark. Grab a coffee, plug in your earbuds, and dive into the secret lives of these legendary ladies.

“This is just a story, a work of fiction spun from the imagination. The characters you’ll meet, their choices, their emotions—they exist only in these words. But sometimes, fiction has a way of reflecting reality, doesn’t it? Maybe you’ll find glimpses of people you know, moments you’ve lived, or feelings you’ve felt. Or maybe not. Either way, remember: this is their world, not yours. And in their world, everything begins on an ordinary university campus, with a girl who didn’t know her life was about to change and a boy who never cared what he might break.

"So this is the new girl Tammy got fired for." A deep male voice rumbled. My blood felt electrified in my veins giving me goosebumps. Who was this? The chair spun around revealing a very drool worthy man. His hair was a chocolaty brown, and looked silky. is face was extremely angular and fine cut, like I could prick my finger on his jaw. His eyes were amber, but the yellow was clearer in his eyes than it was in Devon's. He was huge. Definitely 6 something. His shoulders were broadly set. A hand covered my eyes. "Stop oggling my cousin." Devon growled. I scoffed at him, batting away his hand. "I'm merely eying my new opponent." I can't believe I was just caught staring. What was wrong with me?

Arjun had just graduated from high school and today was his first day at college. Despite his introverted nature, Arjun had always excelled at programming. It was a language he understood better than any spoken word, a world where he felt in control. "Arjun, breakfast is ready!" his mother called from the kitchen. He grabbed his backpack, double-checking his supplies, and headed downstairs. His parents had always been supportive, understanding his quiet nature and encouraging his passion for technology. As he sat down to eat, a wave of dizziness hit him. The room spun, and he clutched the edge of the table. His vision blurred, and he felt a strange sensation, as if his very being was being pulled away from reality. The darkness engulfed him. The last thing he heard was his mother's panicked voice calling his name. When Arjun opened his eyes, he found himself lying on a grassy field under a strange sky. The colors were more vibrant, the air tinged with unfamiliar scents. He sat up slowly, trying to make sense of his surroundings. People were scattered around, some unconscious, others just waking up. Panic and confusion filled the air. As he looked closer, he noticed that these weren't just humans—there were beings of various races, some humanoid, others entirely alien. "What is this place?" he muttered to himself. A soft chime echoed in his mind, and a translucent screen appeared before him. It looked like a game interface, displaying his name and a brief description: Name: Arjun Sharma Class: Support Ability: Code Manipulation Arjun blinked in surprise. He had read enough fantasy novels and played enough games to recognize a system interface, but experiencing it in real life was surreal. As he explored further, he learned that everyone here had a similar interface, each with unique abilities. Some had combat skills, others had magical talents, and a few, like him, had support abilities. The world they had transmigrated to was teeming with dangerous beasts, some less threatening, others incredibly deadly. Despite the chaos, Arjun felt a strange sense of calm. His ability, though non-combatant, was still unique. He could manipulate codes within the system, potentially altering or enhancing abilities and objects. However, this also meant he was seen as less valuable in direct confrontations. Groups quickly formed among the survivors, prioritizing those with combat abilities. Arjun found himself alone, struggling to find anyone who would accept him. Determined to survive, he began to explore the surroundings, seeking resources and learning about this new world. His programming skills, though seemingly useless at first, began to find application in unexpected ways. He could tweak the system interface, optimize resource management, and even alter the properties of items he found. But survival was not easy. The world was fraught with peril, and Arjun soon realized he would have to rely on his wits and creativity to navigate this treacherous land.

Klaus Ryter, a royal guardsman apart of the Kingdom of Eron is eventually spun into a series of horrific events. With his world absolutely crushed around him and the hearts of those he loves horrifically maimed and murdered due to the ignorance of the gods/primordial beings alike. He eventually falls into a deep cavern where he is frozen for five hundred years. Awaking from such frozen cavern he’s greeted to a being that gives upon him great power. Klaus eventually changes his name to Dracht as he pursues his revenge against the primordial gods who wronged him and his world five hundred years later.

Lucifer: What a beautiful and peaceful world.  System 4858: Miserable.  Lucifer: People here are nice too.  System 4858: Miserable, too miserable.  Lucifer paused, raising an eyebrow at the system’s unrelenting negativity.  Lucifer: Hmm?  System 4858: Yes! Yes, it’s beautiful and peaceful here. ‘But now... now that the great villain is here... who knows how long this peace will last? Miserable, too miserable.’  Lucifer smirked, his pale blue eyes glinting with amusement. His presence was overpowering, his aura so dense that the very air seemed to tremble under its weight. The world around him was serene, a gentle breeze stirred the trees, and the soft glow of the evening sun cast a golden hue over the landscape. It was a world that had yet to know chaos. A world yet to be touched by his unpredictable hand.  He stood at the edge of a cliff, gazing out at the quiet town below. The people looked so small, so fragile. Innocent, even. His gaze softened, but only for a moment, before that playful smirk returned. Lucifer did things as he pleased. He was neither bound by rules nor constrained by morality. Good? Evil? Such distinctions were laughable to him. his actions were dictated by whim and mood. He could be their saviour or their destroyer. It all depended on how the next moment struck him.  But who was he? And why did his very presence distort reality? How had he come to possess such unimaginable power?  System 4858, however, was not in the mood for philosophical musings. System 4858: Wait, what? It blinked, a metallic chime of confusion ringing through the air. Why did the modern world just turn into a fantasy setting? The tyrant hasn’t even started anything yet!  The system frantically checked the world’s data, only to find its structure bending and shifting in ways it couldn’t comprehend.  The once-modern cityscape was slowly morphing into something out of a fantasy, mythical beasts stirring in the shadows. It turned to look at its host.  Lucifer stood there, watching the transformation with an eerie smile. That smile alone sent a cold chill down the system’s core. It immediately spun around, its circuits sparking with panic, and sprinted away as fast as its non-corporeal form could manage.  System 4858: Lord God! Save me from this villain! But unknown to the terrified system, even the Lord God himself would be powerless to intervene in this matter. System 4858 could only shed metaphorical tears as it watched its host, the unstoppable force of chaos, begin to twist the world in ways that no one could have predicted.  The world’s Lucky sons who were meant to rise and fight back found themselves bowing to Lucifer’s will. He ordered the world’s protagonists around like mere pawns, and wherever he walked, destruction followed in his wake.  System 4858: Miserable, too miserable But even the unreasonable Lucifer had someone by his side who always smiled whenever Lucifer did something unpredictable.  One day, System 4858 accidentally saw the man playing with the darkness and was terrified. Soon, it was lying powerless in the man’s hands, staring at his smile System 4858 : Huh?! I knew it! Only a demon can accompany another demon.  The man with the red eyes : Hmm? System 4858: sob, sob. Miserable, too miserable

Christine Clark, a delicate bloom of thirty summers, wilts beneath the shadow of leukemia’s cruel embrace. Born to a family where dreams fluttered like fragile butterflies, she once believed in the magic of fairy tales. But life, that fickle storyteller, had other plans for her tender heart. Ensnared in the thorny vines of a loveless marriage, Christine’s world shatters like spun glass when she stumbles upon a betrayal most bitter—her husband entwined with her own sister. Fate, not content with this tragedy, casts her into the depths of an accident that leaves her gasping for air, for hope, for a chance to rewrite her story. With her last whisper, a plea escapes her lips, carried on the winds of destiny: a second chance to pen her own happily ever after.

In a world where death isn’t always the end, one girl’s fate is sealed by forces beyond her control. After dying under mysterious circumstances, she is brought back to life—not by chance, but by purpose. Now, she must take on the role of a librarian in a magical realm, a title passed down through ancient times, with a duty as vital as it is dangerous: prevent a brewing war that threatens to tear the world apart. But keeping peace isn’t her only challenge. As she navigates her newfound responsibilities, she uncovers a web of deceit spun by none other than a trusted elven prince. His betrayal could cost her everything—her mission, her friends, and perhaps even her life...again. Time is running out, and with the fate of both realms hanging in the balance, she must decide who she can trust in a world where nothing is as it seems. Can she outwit the prince and stop the impending war, or will her second chance at life be her last? Prepare to embark on a spellbinding journey full of intrigue, betrayal, and the power of one girl’s will to protect a world on the brink of destruction.