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The footsteps sounded closer, and closer, and closer, until he faintly heard Siri's voice welcoming someone into the house, but before he could open his eyes to see who it was, he felt a large hand gripping his neck, his legs were locked tightly between much larger ones, and, he felt the cold metal of a gun placed directly on his...gun. Zeno quickly opened his eyes from instincts, ready to fight off his attacker, but the moment he did so, he was met with mesmerizing dark grey orbs, staring dangerously at him. The face of his attacker was too close, he couldn't make out his features, but he knew they were sharp, even from a closed look. He didn't bother fighting, he didn't want to lose his junior member down there, and his Nana still expected grandchildren from him. He couldn't disappoint her. "Who. Are. You?" The voice of his attacker was so deep, dark, and commanding. Zeno was a fighter, but he felt a chill run down his spine from the sound of the voice. The hand around Zeno's neck tightened, but he endured it, he was a fighter. Judging by his attacker's looks and actions of confidence, this was his boss. ~~~ After losing his parents and being faced with an unbelievable medical bill, Zeno Evander finds himself working as a Manny for a mysterious Billionaire, but it doesn't last long; after almost being killed by the Mafia billionaire, Zeno swore never to return to that place again. But after a week of escaping the Mafia billionaire, Zeno finds himself kidnapped and Blackmailed into signing a year's contract as the Mafia's Manny and bodyguard. Could Zeno escape his evil and monstrous boss? Or would he be consumed by him? Consumed by the forbidden passion he felt build up between them? Would he risk his life just to experience the burn of forbidden love? After the betrayal from his family, ex-wife, and friend five years ago, Sebastian Orion became a totally different being. He became cold, aloof, and dangerous as he rose to become the most feared Mafia king of the underworld, and everyone who heard his name shivered from fear. He distrusted everyone and hated any form of human relationships, building a thick wall around himself. But, not until his son's manny came into the picture. Zeno irritated him in every way, he hated the mere sight of his bodyguard and would have chosen to kill him if not for the sake of his son. Sebastian always tried to push Zeno away by treating him in the lowest way possible. But when the contract was coming to an end, were his feelings still the same? Or did he suddenly realize that it wasn't only his son that needed Zeno? ~~~ "What are you waiting for? Leave!" Sebastian snarled bitterly. He would have to speak with Butler Nicole to find out why he brought back this stupid clown to his house. He had just returned from yet another trip, just to find this nuisance in his house again. He hated Zeno so much; he was classless and looked extremely dangerous to be near his son; who knew if he was sent as a snitch by an enemy? "I'm sorry, boss, but I can't," Zeno said and stood his ground. Leaving would mean he wanted his Nana to die; no, he'd rather stay here and take all punches that came his way; he was used to it. "What?!" Sebastian couldn't believe that such stupid people were still existing in the world. "I can't leave," Zeno repeated.

"You are my treasure, and anyone who touches you is stealing," he said, his possessiveness deep in his bones. That's why, in her past life, Lu Fengxuan ran away desperately until, on her deathbed, she came to a sudden realization. Reborn, she clung tightly to her husband's golden thigh, simultaneously tormenting scumbags and lovey-dovey couples without any delay. Dared they call her stupid, unruly, selfish, and greedy? The lord waved his hand dismissively: "Throw them all into the sea to feed the sharks!" Did they say she disrespected her elders and bullied the younger ones? The lord picked up his child, a smile of utter indulgence on his face, "I've spoiled them. Any objections?"

#Rated 18-Mature Themes Violet’s life was never her own—her father’s crushing debt made sure of that. But when the debt collector kidnaps her as payment, she takes a desperate deal: become a servant and spy on the mysterious and tyrannical Lord Cain, the ruler of her Werewolf district. There’s just one catch: Lord Cain only permits male servants in his house. Disguised as a boy, Violet cuts her hair, flattens her chest, and dons a voice-altering band to pull off the deception. Everything goes according to plan—until Cain, a man known for his cold personality starts to take a peculiar interest in her. Violet’s disguise becomes a prison as she battles her own growing attraction to him. But this is no love story. Cain’s obsession to her is dangerous. Beneath his icy gaze lies a mind fractured by years of affliction by a curse. A curse made by Violet's biological mother: A powerful witch. ************* "TAKE IT OFF!" Violet’s knees nearly buckled at the thunderous command, her chest tightening with panic. The raw anger in Cain’s voice was as sharp as a blade. "My lord! I-I’m a man!" she stammered, gripping her shirt tightly, her fingers trembling as they clung to the fabric. "I don't like other men!" she cried, a desperate plea in her voice since the second she took her shirt off and he discovered that she was a woman was the moment she died. Painfully. Cain’s glare was unyielding, his voice dropping into a growl. "Don’t insult me, You think I do. You kissed me!" Her breath hitched as he stepped closer, his presence suffocating. "If you don’t take it off," he said, his tone low and dangerous, "I’ll rip it off myself." Violet’s mind raced, panic threatening to overwhelm her. She couldn’t let him find out—he’d kill her. Painfully. Glancing away to avoid his gaze when she caught the undeniable bulge in his trousers. Heat flushed her face, her thoughts spinning in desperation at the only idea she could think of to make him back off. 'This has to work. It has to!'

Warning: This book contains mature content. About the story This story is a mysterious suspense and romance story about a girl who had a contract marriage with a mysterious but heartless billionaire in other for her to pay the debts of her father who was on sick bed. Watch how this story unfolds. Avery was a young girl who was used as a collateral to pay for the debts her father owed in form of a contract marriage to a mysterious but heartless billionaire who made her life a living hell not knowing he already fell in love with her at first sight.Will Avery accept his love and forgive him for all what he did ? " Who are you?" She asked calmly as tears kept rolling down her cheeks. Fear was evident in her voice. You don't need to know. The deep voice said and before she could fathom what he was about to do. He stabbed her. Avery was so shock as she felt the sharp piercing of the dagger thrust through her as blood flowed down her abdomen staining her pink dress. She fell to the ground as blood kept gushing out of her stabbed abdomen. James twisted the doorknob and entered inside only to see Avery on the floor. "I love you Avery. I am sorry for maltreating you. James said as he hugged her tightly. Am sorry for realizing late. He said as he held the dying girl in his hand."

[MATURE CONTENT] Abigail Snow accidentally caught her fiancé being intimate with her sister. She learned that her fiancé had only used her to advance his business and had never truly loved her. Heartbroken, Abigail called off the engagement and left everything behind to start a new life with nothing. At her lowest point, she met Sawyer, a hidden tycoon who helped her rebuild her life and seek justice against those who made her suffer. As Abigail begins to fall in love with Sawyer, his childhood sweetheart reappears, causing doubt and confusion for her. *** Excerpt: Whoever this man was, he was her savior. If he hadn’t held her hand and pulled her, she might have become dead meat and gone straight to the afterlife. "Thank you so much, good sir," Abigail said softly as she finally looked up to see him. Abigail was stunned. "But I'm not planning to commit suicide. I tripped over my own feet,” she continued, avoiding eye contact. She stared at his chest—her line of sight only reaching his sturdy chest. “It sounds better to hear that, Miss. Because I don’t want to go to the police station to become a witness, or they might wrongly accuse me as a suspect,” he said with a sarcastic tone that caused Abigail to stifle a laugh. "Sir, I’m so grateful you helped me. You are my savior. I owe you my life—" Abigail paused, taken aback by her own words. How could she make such a deep vow to this man!? This man might take advantage of her if he was a bad person. Right? "Alright, young lady, you’re supposed to release your tight embrace on me. You’re safe now." Abigail was utterly shocked to hear his words. She only realized she was still in his arms, her hands tightly wrapped around his waist, and her entire body pressed against him. They were so close—close enough to hear his loud heartbeat. She quickly took a few steps back. _____ Author Novel: 1. DAMN! I FALL IN LOVE WITH HIM (Completed) 2. The Bride Of Immortal Crown Prince (Completed) 3. Rebirth: Dancing In My Destiny (Completed) 4. The Billionaire's Genius Wife (Completed) 5. Rebirth As The Vampire Lord's Wife (Completed) 6. My Billionaire Ex-Husband Chase Me Back (Completed) 7. Betrayed by Fiance, Embraced by Hidden Tycoon (Serializing) _____ How to contact me: >> Instagram account: authorpurplelight >> FB Page: Author_Purplelight >> Join my Discord Server: https://bit.ly/purplelightserver _____ Notes: The book cover belongs to the author. Please don't reuse it!

It all started with a glass of Tequila that Aira thought was orange juice, making her drunk and unknowingly spending a hot night with a handsome young man named Renji Ishikawa. As a result of that night, Aira's life changed drastically, especially when she had to marry Renji Ishikawa, who turned out to be a teenager in his teens. But if she refuses to marry him, Aira is threatened with a lawsuit on charges of sexual harassment against a high school student. ………… How sad it was, how heartbreaking, and feeling like the biggest fool for being in the middle of the wedding of her ex-lover and her best friend. "Your drink, Miss," offered a polite waiter, approaching with a tray full of various colours and flavours. She picked a glass of orange drink with a fresh cherry on the rim. Her moon-like eyes stayed fixed on the groom while she drank the beverage until it was empty. Nothing strange happened to the sweet girl for a minute, but suddenly, dizziness struck, and she stumbled as her body swayed. Her delicate hand searched the wall for support, afraid of falling, feeling like she was experiencing an earthquake, and seeing everything around her shake. Feeling too weak to walk, she chose to squat near a large pot close to the ballroom's entrance. People around her watched silently, unwilling to help; some even gossiped about her. She was distressed and needed help, not performing for an audience, yet many still criticized her. Wild imaginings suddenly crossed her mind, wishing for a handsome prince on a white horse to rescue her, like scenes from her childhood anime favourites. But things like that only happened in fairy tales, where the prince would permanently save the princess from the villain's hands. That was how the stories were written. For her, there would never be a prince in her life story. But who would have thought that God would grant such an extraordinary miracle? Among the hundreds of high-class guests, one person approached and tried to offer help after observing her in silence. A handsome young man in a black suit stood right behind her. "Miss, are you alright?" he asked, concerned. "Who are you?" she asked, her voice still shaky from crying. The man stood frozen for a moment as though startled by the sight of this stranger but then smiled and extended his hand. "Don't cry here. Let me help you up." She shook her head, her cheeks red, not from embarrassment but from the effects of the drink. "My head is spinning, and I can't walk." The young man raised an eyebrow and smiled. "Alright then." He slipped his arms between her legs and under her body, lifting her, and she was heavy, just as he expected. From afar, the girls began to watch with shocked faces, filled with envy, anger, and jealousy, seeing the young man from the Ishikawa family carrying a girl, rumoured to be Aira Hoshino, the ex-girlfriend of Kairo Kenzaki and the best friend of Mika Kurogane, who were the couple getting married tonight. She rested her head on his shoulder comfortably, inhaling the refreshing scent of mint. Only this handsome young man, like a Greek god, came to her aid, asking about her condition, and now, carrying her out of the party without saying a word. "Where is your home?" he asked as he laid Aira, the girl he just met, into the car and fastened her seatbelt. "I don't want to go home," she whimpered. "Why?" he asked as he sat in the driver's seat. "Do you want to comfort me while my heart is broken?" she said, draping her arms around his neck. A grin spread across his handsome face. "How?" he asked, pretending not to know. "Stay with me until morning," Aira teased with a playful smile. In the next moment, Aira's lips were captured in his. Slowly, Aira's eyes closed tightly, leading her into a peaceful dream, soaring high into the sky, feeling as if it were real, not just a dream. …

Amy, a typical New Yorker, has a life like a tightly - wound clock because of her busy job at the United Nations - precise yet exhausting. She is a person who is rational to the core. Superstitions about ghosts and gods, in her opinion, are like fairy tales for coaxing children, and sweet - talking is like cheap perfume, pungent and hypocritical. On that day, the heavy pressure of work made Amy feel breathless. She returned to her apartment where she lived alone, like a robot with its battery drained. Her only thought was to throw herself onto the bed and isolate herself from the whole world with the quilt. However, midnight, like a mysterious incantation, disrupted her plan. The old radio in the room cabinet made a strange beeping sound, and then a faint cry for help came: "Help... " Amy's heart suddenly tightened. Despite the mixture of fatigue and fear within her, her curiosity still made her ask the radio, "Who are you?" "I'm Tom. I'm being chased by a serial killer. I'm hiding in an abandoned warehouse. He'll find me soon... " The boy's voice was full of fear. Without the slightest hesitation, Amy immediately called the police. A rescue across time, of love and redemption, thus began.

“You’ve been researching for years with nothing to show for it. Why not try something else?” Samia’s tone was sharp, but there was a thread of concern beneath it as she leaned against the doorframe. The room smelled faintly of sterilizing agents, and the rhythmic clicking of keys filled the silence. Dr. Elias didn’t respond immediately. Dressed in his lab coat, he stared at the screen with unwavering focus, his fingers flying over the keyboard. When he finally turned to her, a slow, almost unsettling smile spread across his face. For a moment, he looked like any other scientist lost in his work—until he blinked. The motion was unnatural, his eyelids sliding horizontally across his eyes like a lizard’s. “Samia,” he said, his voice calm but electric with excitement, “I’ve figured it out. This time, it will work.” She opened her mouth to respond, but he was already on his feet, moving past her with an urgency that demanded she follow. They made their way through the sterile corridors of the facility, the fluorescent lights overhead casting a cold glow on the walls. The reinforced chamber was a stark contrast to the rest of the building. Thick steel doors hissed as they opened, and the hum of machinery grew louder as they stepped inside. In the center of the room stood a massive contraption—a web of wires, tubes, and blinking monitors surrounding a sleek, cylindrical core. “What is it this time?” Samia asked, her arms crossed tightly against her chest. Dr. Elias didn’t answer. Instead, he moved with practiced precision, attaching cables and adjusting dials. The air felt heavier here, charged with the anticipation of something monumental—or catastrophic. “Get your goggles,” he said at last, stepping behind the protective glass. He tapped the side of his goggles, the lenses catching the faint blue glow of the machine. Samia hesitated. She had seen him fail before. Years of promises and miscalculations had made her wary, but there was something different in his demeanor this time—something unsettlingly confident. Reluctantly, she turned and jogged back to the lab to retrieve her goggles. The first explosion hit when she was halfway down the hall. The floor bucked beneath her, and she stumbled, her heart leaping into her throat. A deep, resonating boom echoed through the building, followed by a blaring alarm. “Dr. Elias!” she shouted, spinning around. Smoke and dust billowed toward her, and the acrid scent of burning wires filled the air. Part of the ceiling had collapsed, cutting off her path back to the reinforced chamber. And then she saw it. Through the swirling haze, a glowing orb hovered in the wreckage, pulsating with a light that seemed alive. It started small, no bigger than her fist, but it was growing—expanding with an eerie, deliberate rhythm. The hum it emitted was low and bone-deep, vibrating through the air and into her chest. “No, no, no,” she muttered, backing away. Every instinct screamed at her to run. She turned and bolted for the exit, her shoes skidding on the slick floor as she raced against the inevitable. She had barely reached the stairwell when a second explosion ripped through the building. The force of it threw her forward, and she hit the ground hard. Her vision blurred as heat and light engulfed her. Somewhere in the distance, she heard the structure groan as it gave way entirely. Then, everything went black.

The past week had felt like a lifetime of dodging my own feelings. As I sat at the head of the table, I felt the dam about to break, then the door swung open, and my heart lurched. Chris stood there, a storm cloud personified. His expression was unreadable, but one thing was clear: he wasn't smiling. My staffs exchanged glances, their gazes then focusing on me. "Eve," Chris's voice was low. "We need to talk." The room went silent, thick with nervous energy. The unspoken question hung in the air. "Chris," I said, my voice calm despite my pounding heart, "can this wait? We're in the middle of an important meeting." I wanted him to leave, to deal with this later, on my terms. "No, it can't," he said, stepping into the room. His anger simmered beneath the surface, but there was a visible vulnerability that made my own heart ache. "Please excuse us," I told my staffs, who hurriedly packed and left us alone. "You just left. You left after that night with just empty words on a piece of paper and then went out of the country for a whole week, Eve. A whole week." I was surprised to see him so vulnerable, so angry. It was the first time. It was obvious he was hurt, and I knew I was wrong. He stalked towards me, like a predator, and as he got closer, the anger seemed to flicker, replaced by a different intensity. He stopped in front of me, and then, without warning, his arms wrapped around me, pulling me into a tight, desperate embrace. My breath hitched. I went stiff for a moment, surprised by the contact. Then, almost instantly, my arms went around him, clinging to his strong frame. A mix of emotions flooded me: surprise, relief, and an overwhelming need to simply hold him. I breathed in his familiar scent, a comforting aroma that had been haunting my senses for the last week. He held me tightly, as if afraid I'd vanish if he let go, and I didn't resist. I had dreamed of this. He pulled back, his hands on my shoulders, his gaze searching mine with an intensity that made my heart flutter. The anger lingered, but it was mixed with something else. Something softer. "I missed you terribly," he whispered, the words barely audible, but they resonated through me. ------ Eve, a fashion powerhouse ruling the world's runways, needs a fake boyfriend and fast, to appease her matchmaking mother.   Christopher, a charming, secretive, and dangerously attractive heir to the biggest conglomerate in the country. needs a distraction from his father's unwanted marriage plans. Their solution? A temporary romance brokered through a "rent-a-partner" app. What starts as a mutually beneficial arrangement quickly evolves into a sizzling romance, throw in a jealous childhood crush, a clash of powerful families, and a whirlwind of hilarious misunderstandings, and you've got a recipe for a romance that's as unexpected as it is unforgettable. Will their carefully constructed facade withstand the pressure, or will their fake relationship crumble under the weight of their undeniable, and quite unexpected, love?

Betrayed by the very government he loyally served, former X-soldier Ryver was tightly monitored in case he went off the rails. There was no way he could escape, with his last family at the clutches of the government. When he thought all hope was lost, a strange message popped into his head. [Ding! Earth will now experience its third evolution] [Welcome to the apocalypse, Contestant #1,324,888!] [Cellular Diagnostics Completed] [Talent System Function Triggered] [You have awakened an SSS+ level Talent: 10,000x Reward On Murder!} “This is my chance!” Ryver clenched his fist tightly. The dimly lit room flickered and a shadow of an evil smile spread across his lips and his eyes, they glintied with pure madness. … [Ding! You murdered Donald Fletch because he had looked you the wrong way. ] [You looted Yoga Fitness Guidelines.] [Ding! Talent activated! 10,000x Reward! Scripture Of Nine Revolving Sun received!] Ding! You murdered Martins Palson because he had faint killing intent towards you. ] [You looted an assistive-type Nanite.] [Ding! Talent triggered! 10,000x critical Reward! Mythic Item - Void Symbiote received]! With such powers, Ryver's insane path to revenge began!

What happens when a girl gets sucked into a game, becomes the villainess and accidentally interests the heroine when they're young? Siyeon gets sucked into an Otome game after a long day at work! She reincarnates into the 8-year-old villainess, Amethyst, and tries to fix things ASAP! But, what happens when she accidentally helps the heroine when shes in a hard position and the heroine becomes obsessed with her? Siyeon attempts to avoid the heroine at all times! But the cute and persistent heroine won't give up and ignores all the love interests just for Siyeon. Siyeon needs to do something about this immediately! "Ame~ Marry me!" Felicity said with a large smile on her slightly sun-tanned face, her eyes shone in such a blue radiance that Amethyst almost hesitated to reject this proposal for nearly the thousandth time "Eh?" Amethyst said with a confused tone in her voice, as if it's been the first time shes heard this, "I thought we already were though?" Amethyst said casually, looking down at the pale hand holding on tightly to her newly-sewn dress. A sigh escaped from the young girl's mouth, blonde hair intertwining with her fingers as she spun it around, letting go of Amethyst, "You don't get me...do you? I mean, I knew you were dense, but not this dense." Felicity jumped back, turning around like a disappointed father finding out you've been watching porn...And you're 10 years old. "Let's get married. For real, this time." Felicity said, turning her head around and leaving a flustered yet tired Amethyst wondering how to get out of this situation this time. -Yuri/GL -Author is a minor!!! Please refrain from inappropriate comments -First 'official' story -Only second story Author(me) wrote -Slight Smutt(?) Sister is hungry for power stones and votes!!! Feed me!!!

*Author's other work (The Dragon Prince's Bride)* *** After surviving the utter destruction of the entire world, Kiva Quin and her best friend Skye Gailey find themselves in another world. The world of the ones who destroyed their home. The world of the demons. Kiva, who never believed in the existence of demons, now has to live in a world full of them. They've taken her family from her and thus she harbors a hatred, vowing to take her revenge and kill the one responsible for the destruction of her world: Leonis Rein; supreme ruler of the demon world. Leonis is a man who doesn't believe in love. He believes in taking possession of whatever catches his attention… And she did. He meets Kiva, and her aggressive, persistent nature draws him to her. Slowly, Leonis starts harboring an unhealthy obsession for Kiva. Kiva would do any and everything to put a knife in the heart of Leonis, or die doing so. But Leonis doesn't plan on letting death take her. At least not yet. *** Excerpt Holding both my hands tightly together behind me with just one of his own, Leonis pressed his broad chest upon my back as I wriggled and try to get out of his stronghold. A gesture I knew was futile because he was strong, very strong. "Run if you like." His whisper sounded next to my left ear, and I wished to deny it, I wished to tell myself I don't feel it, but I do. I feel a certain tingle every time this demon is this close to me. "I will pursue you. Hide if you must, I shall find you, and die if you choose, I shall make death cough your soul back into your cold body." I knew it. He will never let me go.

--- Ariana was rooted to the floor outside of Anthony’s door her heart raced in her chest, like something was preparing to break apart her ribs. She had not wanted to come to a halt, much less listen in on the conversation that was unfolding before her. But the sound of laughter that came from Rachel was not new to her ears which suddenly had her face the direction of the voice like a pupet. “…you’re so bad, Anthony,” Rachel whispered sexily. “I never lie to you,” Anthony countered sullenly then suddenly grew smarmy, “I’m only bad with you.” Reaching out Ariana braced her back against the wall and her mind whirled round with confusion. Glancing around the corner she stopped breathing as she saw them. Rachel resting on Anthony laps, having her hand resting on Anthony’s arm. He leered at her, and from even his bearing suggest that he wanted something more than friendship from her. “She has not realized it yet?” Rachel asked me in low tones as if Shareen was a hopeless case. Anthony chuckled. “He realized Ariana was smart, as well as trusting in his team. That’s her weakness.” Such words are a shock for Ariana as if someone slapped her. [His fists clenched.]His hands shook, and for a moment she considered; she felt that nausea could overcome herself. Trust. That was what she had delivered to them – what she considered they deserved. And now? Now they were laughing about it, about her . She wanted to rush into the room and meet them eye to eye, look them into the eyes and scold them for every single angry word that rises within her chest. But she didn’t move. Not yet. She held a strap of her bag so tightly her hands became gloved. Indeed, she retreated sensibly, her breathing becoming light. It was not so strange they did not notice her go ; of course they did not. Why would they, if they reckoned she did not know any better? And when she came to the door of the house, shutting herself out on the cold evening, when the wind caressed her cheek like a slate, then in her soul something leaped. The heartbreak was still there, but it was buried beneath a wave of something new,rage. But she paused and with her head held high she walked away leaving her legs give away from her. The frosty night’s darkness embraced her when she tripped outside, onto the campus and grass., but the freezing air was no match for the icy sensation in her chest. She began to ponder vigorously various questions, accusations and processes of retaliation in her mind. But she didn’t see the car. This blaring of the horn was too late. There was the pathetic squealing of brakes and a moment of unbearable agony that filled her from head to toe. The world staggered, and the last thing Ariana could make out before everything went black was the night sky above her. Everything went black. ---

Hanzou Zankoku, a 16-year-old determined to be the strongest in a realm of magic and monsters, had seen something strange. Something that seemed out of place. Me, starving and on the verge of death, glimpsed a strange figure in my dream world. He seemed familiar, but he was someone that I had never seen. ... "Don't give up." He encouraged me without context, and though I had never heard those words before, my morale improved slightly. But, when I had lots of questions to ask, my dreamlike world started to collapse. I woke up, gasping in exhaustion as I gripped my chest tightly. Instead of birds chirping outside my window, the first sound I heard was a bell chime. !!! Suddenly, a system-like window showed up in front of me. [You are an anomaly.] "What?" [You weren't supposed to exist in this world today. You weren't supposed to interact with that person.] "What does this thing mean? Am I hallucinating now that I'm about to starve?" [This world has a set storyline. You are a threat to the balance in this world.] Can Hanzou survive this world, supposedly a story, all while knowing its future events? Or will he die trying trying to live in this world as an anomaly, a version of himself that wasn't supposed to exist?

" I thought I could learn to love you- I really wanted to. But all you did was use and abuse me- you treated me like one of those women you will sleep with and the next day their dignity was mare trophy showcased to the world. You told me again and again that I was the only one for you. But efforts and love was what you were lacking and I like a blind fool followed you to every corner of the world even to death hoping every single day you will learn to respect me back but I was delusional lovesick fool." He clasped her hands tightly in his- adamant to plead with her to give him a chance. He promised himself he would make it up to her and prove that her love had changed him for the better. He was desperate because the very thought that this was the last chance he had with her made him fearful, just the thought of losing her made his heart ache but his pleadings, tears and wailing proved to be futile as she walked away. He watched her step away from him even when he tried to hold onto her, his hands were freezing cold due to the snow. His tears wouldn't stop and his voice had gone hoarse . His cries falling on deaf ears and not ones did she look back at him as she went further and out of sight. He was left there in the cold stormy night. His wail breaking the peace of the night. But he knew she gave up on him. He knew he lost her forever- "Farewell my sweet love- till we meet again. I promise to make you exclusively mine."

Allen’s life came to an abrupt end thanks to train-kun hugging him too tightly. But death was only the beginning. Reborn into a world of magic and adventure, Allen expected to live out his second chance as some kind of hero. Unfortunately, his reality is far less glamorous: no overpowered abilities, no world-saving quests, and no clue what he's supposed to do next. Yet, he was content. He never had a decent family, so when an elf took him in... it was like magic. Allen or rather Sol decides to give this life a decent shot; finding friends, training a bit, and relaxing. Life was good...until it wasn't (courtesy of yours truly).

WSA 2025 entry. The Shadowhurst clan… wealthy, handsome and enigmatic bachelors.... who's the best for Lisa? "I wonder if you would be so upset if it was my brother standing here in my place?" Irked, Lisa swung her knee upwards determined to let Bane feel it where it hurts the most for making such an unfair accusation.  Moving quickly as if he sensed her wicked intent he used his hand to block her knee before she could fully aim it.  A nasty pain shot through her leg and Lisa felt it throughout her body. With his right hand Bane held her leg so tightly that the more Lisa frantically struggled the longer he gripped firmly.  His nails dug so deep into her skin it felt like they were sharp enough to draw blood.  "Calm down," he repeated, "stop being so sensitive. I'm willing to marry you for your own benefit, not my own." Lisa, a country-bred innocent, is an intriguing novelty for her husband’s rivals who prefer the shadows over the sunshine. As her reckless nature forces Lisa into one dangerous encounter after another. The men in her proximity find themselves either fighting a need to protect her or a raging hunger to possess her. Since her temporary husband is not without competition, Lisa will just have to search her heart before it's too late and never trust a shadow after dark.

In the labyrinthine heart of a city perpetually teetering on the brink of chaos, where shadows conceal the lurking menace of hardened criminals and danger lurks around every corner, the elite Special Weapons and Tactics team, known as S.W.A.T., stands as the unwavering shield protecting the innocent. Their mission: to restore order from the precipice of anarchy, to navigate the treacherous terrain of high-stakes confrontations, and to ensure the city's survival against the relentless tide of lawlessness. Leading this crack team is Sergeant John Tuck, a man known simply as "Tucker"—a seasoned veteran whose steely gaze belies a sharp mind and unwavering resolve. His leadership is forged in the crucible of countless perilous operations, his decisions often the difference between life and death. Under his command is a brotherhood of highly skilled operatives, each a specialist in their own right, bound together by shared experiences and an unbreakable loyalty. There's David, the meticulous strategist, whose analytical prowess anticipates every move of their adversaries; Devlin, the explosive expert, whose controlled detonations open paths through seemingly impenetrable obstacles; Hodges, the sharpshooter, whose precision is legendary, capable of neutralizing threats from impossible distances; Bravo, the master of infiltration, whose stealth and cunning allow them to penetrate the most heavily guarded strongholds; and Buck, the unwavering force, whose raw strength and tactical acumen provide an impenetrable wall of defense. Together, this tightly knit unit faces down the city's most dangerous elements, confronting heavily armed gangs, sophisticated criminal organizations, and desperate individuals pushed to the edge. Their battles are fought not just on the streets, but within the confines of their own minds, as they grapple with the moral ambiguities of their profession, the psychological toll of constant exposure to violence, and the ever-present threat hanging over their lives and the lives of those they protect. This is their story—a story of courage, sacrifice, and the unwavering dedication to upholding justice in a city that desperately needs it.

A world full of jealousy and hatred, Amelia ended up living with Delilah's parents when she was young. Why? They aren't related. Everything in this world has a reason which we are all curious to know, aren't we? What's up with Lia? Who is she what is she she is always acting suspicious, isn't she? And Axel? The people with their face covered have their hands tied to their back, there was blood on their cloth which freaks Amelia, as she was about to run Axel caught hold of her and puts her in place. Lysander walked close to Axel and gave him the gun, which he placed Amelia's hand on it and he guided her hand with his, " W...hat are you doing, pl...ease let go of me " Amelia said as she cried out, but Axel didn't care and he moved her hands to their first target and then he fired the gun, " Aaaaahhh!! " Amelia shouted has she cries out, Axel moved her hands to kill the other two and when he was done killing them, he moved away from Amelia. Amelia took the opportunity to turn and point the gun at him, Lysander was fast to remove his gun and also pointed it at Amelia, but Axel made a sign for him to stop whuch made Lysander drop his gun, " You jerk how dare you, you think killing innocent people is the way of living a life," Amelia said crying as she holds the gun tightly, " I guess it help you to know am capable of killing both you and your friend, " he said calmly and he walked towards Amelia, " You " Amelia fired the gun. But it was fired up to the sky, " Am not a bitch like you, I don't kill people," she said and Axel picked her from the ground carrying her like a rice bag, " Lysander take care of the body, " Axel said to have Lysander nod and Axel started walking with defenseless Amelia. Amelia just stayed quietly has Axel was carrying her, soon they reached the front of the woods and Axel dropped Amelia, and he walked away ........ Axel a crazy Pure blooded vampire with many both loosed in his head, Axel always have his face covered till his nose, with is white hair. Why??. Axel is a vampire that talks brutally to anyone. On the other hand meet Amelia a soft hearted and sweet girl, got into the clutches of the vampire who forced her to do anything. Who is interested to know how their love will bloom? And also aren't you curious about why does people died and who does people are and why does it have to be Amelia to kill them? Lots of questions why don't you fill your curiosity by reading the novel, you won't regret reading.

Warren arrived at the hotel, his heart racing as he got to the roof. Panic seized him when he didn’t immediately see Anastasia. As he moved closer to the ledge, he finally spotted her—lying dangerously close to the edge, her body slack and seemingly on the brink of slipping into unconsciousness. The sight of the empty bottle of pills and whiskey shattered something inside him. “Oh, Ana,” he whispered, his voice thick with anguish as he approached her. But then, in a moment that seemed to stretch into eternity, he saw her body begin to roll off the edge. The horror that gripped him turned his blood to ice. Without a second thought, Warren launched himself over the ledge after her, diving headfirst through the night air. The wind roared in his ears, but he moved with the precision of a bullet, closing the distance between them in a heartbeat. When he finally caught her, relief surged through him. Cradling her tightly in his arms, he expanded his angelic wings, the pure white feathers cutting through the darkness as he propelled them upward, away from prying eyes. Outline: After the loss of her mother and the abuse she receives from her stepfamily, Anastasia finds herself living in a world where grief and betrayal are commonplace. She turns to her childhood best friend and first love, Bastian, for consolation. But after a tragic accident leaves him in a coma Anastasia's world crumbles when Bastian is in a car accident. Warren, a mysterious angel, enters her life just when it seems hope is lost. Because he is harboring secrets that may change everything, his presence is both comforting and unsettling. Her life will never be the same. Book 1 of 3 Angel's Redemption Angel's Redemption: The Forbidden Child Angel’s Redemption: The Final Celestrial War

Eyes wide, he nervously peered at the others marching in formation around him. Gripping the large bow tightly, he made sure to keep marching, never stopping from the steady pace set by the columns ahead. Placing each foot one after the other he carefully stayed in formation and made sure to keep the pace set. To do otherwise would only invite the Game's wrath. He couldn't slow down or the Game would take steps to try and kill him. It had already made clear that if he died here in the game, he would die in real life. The last thing he remembered was boarding the small plane with a destination of San Juan, Puerto Rico. Now he was somehow trapped as a character inside the biggest mobile game at the time: Destiny War Tactics, a roleplaying strategy game with a heavy focus on its Idle-type gameplay and events. Having played the game before, but only casually, he now finds himself relying on the little bit he can remember in order to survive a world fraught with its own perils, while somehow getting around the restrictions imposed by its murderous Game System.

SEA OF TIME BY OMOGHENE MARY. Synopsis It all began from a shopping trip, a series of events changing her life forever. .... She tapped Hannah softly on her back and whispered, "everything will be fine." Saying this she dashed towards the door and ran out. ..... She didn't need anyone to tell her that she's been shot. ..... "Help me, please." She said with an almost inaudible tone and a pleading gaze...... .... He stared at his arm where she grasped tightly, a dim light flickered in his eyes. He looked at her," why should I help you?" He asked with a very cold tone that sent a chill down her spine........ ..... "She's here, is she not?" With a surprised look, "Don't tell me you're going to pick her as the one?" "Time would tell."...... ...... This was her new life. The raindrops fell noisily on the rooftop, Every drop crashing loudly, Forming a sharp contrast To the harmonious soothing melody it created The gusty wind blew harshly against her skin Leaving a lasting cold The gloomy sky recognizes her lonely heart The disturbing sea waves,Reflected her chaotic mind. Fate plays tricks on all of us....... A story of love, hate, revenge, family, loss, trust, perhaps redemption. Follow Casey on her journey as she sails the sea of time....

**Synopsis:** In the shadowed corners of Sicily's power struggles, a story of love and vengeance unfolds. Pete Chalermchai, the revered mafia boss, rules his empire with a blend of fear and respect. His world is one of unspoken oaths and deadly promises, until he meets the enigmatic Yihwa, his niece-in-law, whose presence threatens to unravel the fabric of his tightly woven life. Yihwa, a woman shrouded in the innocence of youth, carries a lineage soaked in blood—she is the daughter of Pete's fiercest rival, the man who orchestrated the murder of Pete's mother. Yet, destiny weaves a complex tapestry, revealing that Yihwa and Pete were lovers in a past life, their connection unbroken by the passage of time. Their love rekindles amidst a backdrop of silent wars and whispered secrets, a flame that burns too bright in the darkness of their reality. Pete, a man carved from the stone of duty and honor, finds himself at a crossroads where every choice is laced with betrayal. Yihwa, born from the enemy and yet the keeper of Pete's heart, stands as both his greatest weakness and his ultimate redemption. "Fire of desire the series" is a novel that delves into the depths of a forbidden romance, set against the relentless drumbeat of ancient feuds and modern-day mafia politics. It is a tale that questions the very essence of fate and asks whether love can rise from the ashes of a past scorched by hatred and revenge. don't forget to like,vote, and comment instagram account:snuggle_bunny_girl01

[Main Plot Completed] A love doomed from the start, a lost cause, a losing battle—and yet, neither hearts are willing to let go until the very end. ----- Arlan Cromwell, the epitome of the perfect Crown Prince. All he wants is to live a normal life of a human but the life of a dragon is anything but normal. He has but one goal—to find his runaway betrothed and behead her. What happens when he discovers that the woman who has snagged his heart is the one he vowed to kill? Oriana, a Black Witch, disguising herself as a man, has spent her entire life on the run without knowing what she is running away from. When the mysteries of her past slowly catch up to her, she has no one to turn to…except Arlan. But when she learns that the man she has given her heart to is the same man who wants to kill her, how can she accept the cruel card life dealt her? Two people with secrets to keep, identities to hide, and answers to find. When the certain darkness threatens to take Oriana away, will the Dragon be able to protect his mate? ----- Excerpt- “If I knew you were my betrothed, I would have killed you the very first moment we met." Arlan's gaze darkened with hatred. “If I knew I was betrothed to you, I would have killed myself before you even killed me!” Oriana mirrored the same emotions as him. He pulled out a dagger and offered it to her. “It’s not too late. Just slit your throat with this and you'll bleed out painlessly.” She accepted the knife, her fingers clutching its handle tightly. The next moment, he was pressed against the wall and the knife was on the right side of his neck. “How about I try it on you first, my betrothed?” “Feel free to try. But when you fail, this knife will first taste your grandpa's blood, then yours.” Anger rose in her eyes, and the next moment, blood was flowing through the right side of his neck. She cut deep enough to severe an important blood vessel. “You should not have challenged me,” she sneered and stepped back, waiting for him to collapse. He simply smirked and brushed his finger along the deep wound on his neck. “Seems like you failed.” She watched the wound on his neck heal on its own and felt shocked to her bones. “You.. what are you?” “Guess?” ----- Instagram- mynovel.20 Facebook- Author mynoveltwenty

After so many ups and downs, Qi Yun finally completed all his Missions and wanted to live well with his family and lover. "Come, This is my Empire." Qi Yun pulled the man forward and excitedly showed his home to him. However... "Your Majesty!! The Dragon clan elder ran away with Shark Clan's Princess!!" "Your Majesty!! The scientist blew up the Imperial Palace!!" "Your Majesty!! Elves planted rice in the stadium!!" "Your Majesty!! The Prime Minister and the General are having love affair and the Prime Minister ran away with the baby!!" "Your Majesty!! The young Princes fell in love with the young Princes of the other Empire!!" "Your Majesty!! The Dragon Clan leader and Vampire Clan leader destroyed the jail and went to fight again!!" Aldriac glanced at his lover, who fumed angrily and hugged him tightly. But Qi Yun broke free. "Good, Excellent! You bastards destroyed my welcoming ceremony! Watch how to destroy your whole ancestry!!"

Fu Xiang, an emerging beta actor in the acting industry, believed he had it all—a steadfast best friend, a loving boyfriend, and a devoted fanbase that cherished him. Yet, in a heartbeat, his seemingly perfect life crumbled. Betrayed by those he considered family, Fu Xiang was plunged into a harrowing reality, becoming an unwilling subject of cruel experiments, and ultimately met a harrowing end. Just when he believed it was the end, he was given a new lease on life by a mysterious system. Reborn as Feng Mei Hiu, an omega heir to a multimillion-dollar empire, he faces the daunting challenge of navigating a world filled with dark schemes and hidden conspiracies. Fueled by resentment and a burning desire for revenge, Feng Mei Hiu grapples with the ties of his past as he fights relentlessly for a brighter future. Amidst schemes, betrayals, and hidden truths, Feng Mei Hiu finds his only ally in Han Yichen—an enigmatic figure to whom he is engaged. Han Yichen carries a dark past, and his secrets cling to him like scars on his skin. Will Feng Mei Hiu ever discover love and forge a new future, or will the shadows of his hatred ultimately consume him? ******* "I have been raped, humiliated, betrayed, used, and abused by the people I trusted," Feng Mei Hiu's smile was filled with pain, "the only thing that kept me alive, that made me sane, that kept me from being broken was my anger, my pain, and my faith." Feng Mei Hiu's blue eyes looked tranquil as he spoke. "Faith in myself, that one day I would make them all pay, suffer in more ways than I ever did." He smiled darkly, "I want to put them in hell and watch with a smile as they burn." "Let me stand by you; I can ensure they pay for everything. Just say the word." Han Yichen leaned in closer, their eyes locked with certainty. "You want to support me?" Feng Mei Hiu asked, surprised. "With all I've done, how could you possibly see me as anything but a monster?" "Monster?" Han Yichen embraced him tightly. "You’re not a monster; you’re my guiding star, my hope, my rescue, my angel. You lifted me from the darkness that nearly swallowed me, and now I, too, must return that gift." "I want them dead, Yichen; I want to watch them suffer and burn." "And that's exactly what we shall do, my love; we will burn their empire to the ground." Warning: The main characters grapple with mental illness and deep-seated traumas, leading to unpredictable behaviors that may challenge conventional norms. Understanding their struggles is crucial to fully appreciating their journey. Please kindly support the author with comments, votes, and gifts. Thank you for reading.

A long time ago, a great prophecy appeared in the world. Evil will rise again! Yue Ling, a heavenly demon, was the biggest threat to the world at that time. Alarmed by the prophecy, the Heavenly Emperor ordered to kill Yue Ling at any cost. So again, heaven and the underworld fell into a fierce battle. Years later, the world basks in uneasy peace, Yue Ling's reign of terror a fading memory. But beneath the surface, secrets stir. Few know the truth: that the most revered god in heaven, the Son of the Sun and Lord of the Wind, Zi Feng, was once the heavenly demon, Yue Ling's lover. Tragically, Zi Feng is reborn not as his glorious god-self, but as Yu Lingyu, a bumbling disciple of the Tianmen Wen Sect. His past life haunts him like a nightmare, a painful echo of lost brothers, sacrificed love, and a world stained with blood of his loved. Will Yu Lingyu ever escape the shadow of his past? Can he forge a new life, oblivious to the whispers of his forgotten glory? Or will he be drawn back into the darkness, forced to confront the life what destroyed by him in past - Yue Ling! ...................................................................................... "Ah, the Mighty Wind Lord has become a crying child." Yue Ling's voice was as vicious as a snake and burst out with joy. "Ha ha, you lost your brothers, lost your soul, sacrificed everything for your victory, but why is it still like this? How ironic, dear Feng!" Zi Feng's face was flushed with hatred. Stumbling up, he directly grabbed Yue Ling's shoulders, sinking his eyes into his eternally dark eyes. "Yue Ling!" he shouted. "You have won, heaven is already bathed from the blood of my brothers. Please get out of here now," he cried in his heart-rending grief. The devil's lips curled into a cruel smile. "Victory is most beautiful with the vanquisher's fury. My wind Lord, where is your anger? Where is your vengeance?" Closing his eyes tightly, Zi Feng let the tears flow down his cheeks. "My anger is drowned in a deep ocean, Yue Ling. An ocean of sorrow and blood. So please leave. do not..........force me...........anymore." “Oh, my lord,” Yue Ling said, running his fingers to wipe away the tears on Zi Feng's cheeks. "If you're like this, it's no fun. How about we go to my palace together? And give a toast to your dead comrades. Oh, for your Li Jiu too." Yue Ling's right hand wrapped around Zi Feng's waist and pressed him against his body. His left hand was tugging at Zi Feng's silky hair. "But you know, making yourself the prize of my triumph isn't so bad." He whispered into Si Feng's ear. Suffering from both physical and mental pain, Zi Feng was unable to escape from Yue Ling's grasp. "Why? Why did you do that? Your revenge was to be taken from me. If you said so, I would gladly hand myself over to you. After all, I had to do it, because I was responsible. But why? Why did they all have to die? Why did Li Jiu have to die? Answer me!" "Shhh! My lord, killing you won't solve my problem. I want you to suffer all the pain in this world and watch everything you love slowly to dissolve into darkness……I want you to," Zi Feng's jaws held. Yue Ling lifted Feng's face up, forcing him to look into his eyes. "I want you to melt away, fall on your knees beside me and beg for all of this to stop. But I won't stop until all your loved ones are dead. Li Jiu is only the beginning……the sun, the moon will all be destroyed. Oh, and also your dear brother too.............Wei Yunhe!”

In the interstellar era, humans have evolved animal spiritual entities, and the matching degree of spiritual entities determines marriage. The story of "The Galactic War and Eternal Love" unfolds from here. The female protagonist is a special existence. She is the only healer who can pacify the male protagonist's runaway snow leopard spiritual entity. In Chapter 5, the battlefield situation is tense. During the rescue process, the spiritual entities of the two are forced to combine, and the thread of fate is thus more tightly intertwined from then on. As the plot progresses, in Chapter 15, in the laboratory, a surprising secret is revealed - the female protagonist is actually a product of genetic modification, which casts a mysterious veil over her background. And in Chapter 27, the seriously injured female protagonist is carried back by the snow leopard. This incident triggers evolution, and new changes and challenges follow. This is a wonderful journey across the stars, integrating sci-fi elements and the unique setting of spiritual entities being visualized. Between redemption and being redeemed, the story of the male and female protagonists is thrilling.

As Mia drove through the bustling city streets, her heart began to race—not from the traffic, but from the chilling knowledge that a bomb had been planted in her car. The news had come through a frantic message on her phone, a warning from an anonymous source that sent her spiraling into a state of panic. She gripped the steering wheel tightly, her knuckles turning white as she fought to maintain control. With every red light, her dread deepened. She knew that the moment she stopped the car, the bomb would detonate. The thought of leaving her Lysander behind filled her with a profound sense of sorrow. They had so many plans, dreams of a future together that now felt impossibly distant. With trembling hands, she picked up her phone and dialed Lysander’s number. “Mi Amore?” Lysander’s voice came through, laced with concern. “What’s wrong?” Mia smiled sadly, he could always tell when something was bothering her and yet she was going to leave him. “Lysander , I need you to listen to me,” she said, her voice quivering. “ You’re a very great person. I never thought I would find this type of love. I only thought love like this was just a fairytale. But you….you….” Mia paused taking in a deep breath. “Anna? What’s happening? Is something wrong? You’re scaring me.” Tears rolled down her cheeks as she turned her head towards the backseat where the bomb sat. How could she tell this to Lysander? She was going to die and leave him. She was going to leave him alone with the thoughts and dreams they shared. Silence hung heavy on the line, and Anna could almost hear the rapid beating of her heart. “I just found out…… I… I don’t have much time,” she choked out, tears streaming down her cheeks. “I’m so sorry, love. I won’t be able to see you again.” “Don’t say that! We’ll figure this out! Just tell me what’s happening? ” he urged, desperation creeping into his tone. “No, please, just listen. It’s too late now. I love you so much, and I want you to remember that. You’ve made my life so beautiful. I wish I could hold you one last time.” Her voice broke as she fought to keep her composure. “Anna, don’t—” “I have to go, Lysander . Just know that I’m always with you.” With that, she hung up, her heart shattering into a million pieces. She looked at the cliff ahead of her and stepped on the gas, the car racing towards the cliff. ************* In the heart of a bustling college town, twenty-year-old Anna Mia Harper is juggling classes, bills, and a growing sense of despair as an orphan navigating life on her own. Desperate for cash, she stumbles upon a peculiar job listing: a grave cleaner and companion for the dead at the local cemetery, promising a month’s rent for just one night of work. Excited by the prospect, Anna Mia arrives under the eerie glow of the moon, ready to face whatever the night may bring. But when she encounters a mysterious man lounging atop a tombstone—one who bears a striking resemblance to a deceased local legend—her heart races. Is he a ghost, a trick of the light, or something more sinister?

Su Ying a woman from the 21st century transmigrated to the ancient times and became a mother and a wife. Husband hates her fear not cause she is equipped with her space. She opened shops, bought land and fields, became a landlord and a role model to everyone. All men waited in line for her husband to divorce to her. "Hubby what are you doing" " I have to let them know you are mine" Aren't we divorcing but Xiao Shan clung unto her tightly with the children. Later Su Ying finds that this seemingly farmer husband of her looks extraordinary and has another identity. Before she could find out they were summoned to the capital "Huh, hubby who are you?" "Wife listen to me".