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"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...

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

In the Hills of Tlangthar in Xiaxo, Larin and his friends find themselves in the middle of an epoch changing event. With colonizing powers keeping them in control, the hills are slowly shaking off the shackles of the Kirat Empire. Accompany Larin, a young apprentice magi, as he traverses the world of Sinlung. A webnovel about colonialism and resistance, philosophy and politics. Updates at least once a day, twice on a good day and five when the momentum catches up. Game Lit RPG Politics and intrique Magic and philosophies about them

En tant que princesse incapable de manier la magie, la seule valeur de la Princesse Daphné pour son royaume résidait dans son mariage arrangé. La tâche était simple, mais quand Daphné fut kidnappée et emmenée dans les froides montagnes de Vramid, elle réalisa qu'elle était dépassée par les événements. Elle avait déjà entendu parler de ces montagnes maudites auparavant - un terrain rocheux, des températures glaciales, et une terre gouvernée par un homme que beaucoup craignaient sur le continent. Le Roi Atticus Heinvres, le souverain assoiffé de sang du Nord. Bien qu'elle ne l'ait jamais rencontré auparavant, des histoires sur la cruauté du Roi Atticus étaient répandues. Certains disaient qu'il était un monstre, d'autres prétendaient qu'il était le diable en personne, mais peu importe l'histoire, tout le monde connaissait l'homme qui possédait des pouvoirs au-delà de l'imagination de tous. Il pouvait renverser des armées et ruiner des royaumes d'un simple geste de la main, aidé par ce que d'autres disaient être un anneau d'obsidienne maudit. Personne en dehors de Vramid n'avait jamais rencontré le redoutable roi auparavant. Jusqu'à Daphné. Cependant, en rencontrant l'impressionnant monarque, Daphné découvrit que le roi pourrait ne pas vraiment être le monstre que les autres prétendaient qu'il était. En fait, ce qui était caché sous ce bouclier d'obsidienne pourrait juste être un diamant brut. ― [Extrait] « Alors... où devrais-je vous mettre tous les deux ? » demanda-t-il nonchalamment, sans attendre de réponse. « C'est regrettable de n'avoir qu'un seul lustre. » « Sous mon lit ? Non, non, trop sale. Mes moutons de poussière ne méritent pas cela, » réfléchit Atticus à voix haute. « La cheminée ? Et la table de toilette ? Je suppose que si je coupe la tête de l'un d'entre vous, je pourrais l'accrocher au-dessus de... Ma femme, quelle tête veux-tu fixer du regard pendant que tu te coiffes ? » « Atticus ! » cria Daphné. « Je ne veux aucune tête ! Laisse-les partir. » « Très bien. » Atticus haussa les épaules et claqua des doigts. Il y eut deux craquements identiques alors que les deux cous se brisèrent simultanément. Daphné poussa un cri d'horreur. Cet homme, son mari, venait de tuer deux hommes d'un claquement de doigts, comme s'il éteignait des bougies. « Je t'avais dit de les laisser partir ! » cria Daphné. « Oui, je les ai laissés partir, » dit Atticus. Puis, ses yeux s'assombrirent. « Pour recevoir le jugement divin des cieux. » ― Serveur Discord : https://discord.gg/7HAMK2bRYU

``` (Contenu mature R-18+ Contient du gore, pas de drame de la seconde femme ou de viol.) Mon amour ne connaît ni fin, ni raison ni tort. Car quand j'aime je veux que tu sois à moi autant que je suis à toi - Angelina Bhardawaj ~~~~~~ "Je t'ai dit que je voulais te détruire," dit-il en lui tenant la mâchoire tout en la plaquant contre le mur. "Et tu as déjà assez fait. Maintenant je m'en vais," répondit-elle sèchement. "Tu n'as pas compris ce que je veux dire, Princesse," ricana-t-il froidement. "Quand je dis que je veux te détruire, je veux te lier à mon lit et te remplir jusqu'à ce que ton parfum se confonde avec moi et que chaque putain de personne dans ce monde sache qui tu es... Que tu es putain de à moi !" Il la heurta contre le mur, l'embrassant passionnément. ~~~~~~ Elliana Heart, la fille illégitime du Roi de Cité Lune Cœur avec la lignée des chasseurs, ne veut qu'une chose dans sa vie ; connaître et rencontrer sa mère biologique. Innocente et magnifique, Elliana est souvent la victime des complots de sa belle-mère et sa demi-sœur. Sébastien Marino, le tristement célèbre Prince Vampire masqué, n'a connu que la haine de tous ceux qui l'entourent. Tout le monde le craint puisqu'il possède un pouvoir incommensurable. Après avoir purgé un an de prison à la place de sa demi-sœur, Elliana est surprise d'être libérée sous caution. Cependant, sa joie est de courte durée lorsqu'elle découvre qu'elle doit épouser le prince vampire à la place de sa demi-sœur. Elliana ne sait rien des vampires, et Sebastien déteste tout ce qui a trait à ces humains maléfiques. Que fera-t-elle lorsqu'elle épousera le monstre notoire du monde obscur qui prend et chasse sans pitié ? "N'es-tu pas curieuse de savoir à quoi je ressemble ?" Il lui prit le menton douloureusement. "Montre-moi ton visage quand tu auras confiance en moi," sourit-elle doucement. 'Cela n'arrivera jamais,' pensa Sébastien. Pour lui, elle n'était rien de plus qu'un outil pour se venger des humains. Pour elle, il était plus que tout ce qu'elle avait vu, même plus que la vérité de son existence. Il existe une puissance encore plus grande et plus puissante que tout, et cette puissance s'appelle le destin. Seront-ils capables de combattre leur destin pour rester ensemble ou y succomberont-ils et tout perdre ? L'histoire de la plus mortelle des sorcières déguisée en humaine et du prince prodige le plus dangereux qui survit grâce au sang de vampire. Avertissement - Le livre est construit autour du monde magique et de la pure fantaisie. La romance vous donnera des papillons dans l'estomac tandis que certaines scènes pourraient vous faire remettre en question la rationalité autour de l'amour. Les 50 premiers chapitres construiront le monde autour du livre. Je promets, si vous restez, vous allez adorer le livre, à moins que ce ne soit pas votre genre. ~~~~~~ Suivez-moi sur mes réseaux sociaux. Facebook - Auteure Angelina Bhardawaj Instagram - @angelinabhardawaj ```

DISCLAIMER: THIS BOOK CONTAINS MATURE ********************************** “You summoned me. Explain why.” “I—uh—” she stammered, her brain fumbling for words as her hands clutched the edge of her blanket, gripping it like it was a shield. “I didn’t mean to? I mean, I did the ritual, but I thought it was fake! I wasn’t expecting… you.” His sharp brow arched, the faintest flicker of irritation crossing his face. “You tampered with powers beyond your understanding for amusement?” “Well, when you put it like that…” she muttered under her breath, the sarcasm slipping out before she could stop it. His eyes narrowed, and her skin prickled under the intensity of his gaze. “You mortals truly have no respect for divine law. Or common sense.” “I wasn’t trying to disrespect anything!” she shot back, the pitch of her voice rising with her nerves. “I was just… having a bad day. It was supposed to be harmless fun. How was I supposed to know it would actually work?” “You didn’t,” he replied coldly, the words slicing through her feeble excuses like a blade. “And yet here I am. Bound to your foolishness.” Aurelia opened her mouth to argue, but what could she even say? “Sorry for summoning you” didn’t exactly seem like an appropriate response. Instead, she snapped her jaw shut, her fingers twisting in the blanket as her mind scrambled for a solution she didn’t have. Hades began pacing the room like a caged predator, his dark cloak trailing behind him, “Do you have any idea what you’ve done? Summoning a god…. summoning me is a violation of cosmic balance.” “Okay, I get it,” she said, the words spilling out in a rush. “Huge mistake. I’m sorry. But I didn’t mean to meddle! I don’t even know how I did it!” He stopped mid-stride, turning his piercing gaze on her once more. “The ritual you performed is ancient. Forbidden. No mortal should even possess the knowledge.” “I found it in an old grimoire,” she blurted out, desperate to explain. “At some random antique shop. It wasn’t like I planned this! It was just sitting there in a dusty box labeled ‘Summoning the Underworld.’ I thought it was some kind of gimmick. A joke!” “A joke,” he repeated. “You tampered with powers older than your species… for a joke?” “Well, I wasn’t exactly expecting results,” she said defensively. “I lit some candles, said some words, spilled a little wine—and poof! Nothing happened. It was just—” “You spilled wine?” he interrupted, his eyes narrowing further. “Yes, wine! The instructions said blood, but I wasn’t about to start cutting myself for a prank. I figured it didn’t matter. How was I supposed to know it would actually work?” Hades let out a sound that could have been a laugh, though it was devoid of humor. “And yet, here I stand, summoned by a mortal who substituted sacrificial blood with wine.” ********************************** When Aurelia stumbles upon an ancient summoning ritual and performs it out of curiosity, she unknowingly binds herself to Hades, the brooding King of the Underworld. Marked by their connection, she’s thrust into a world of gods and immortals where she doesn’t belong and where her heart becomes her greatest weakness. As Aurelia navigates the pain of unrequited emotions and the perilous politics of the divine, she uncovers the truth behind the mark she bears a power that could tip the scales of fate itself. With gods, love, and destiny at war, Aurelia must decide whether to embrace the bond that has chained her to Hades or break free from a world that was never meant for her.

“Rate that one,” Ethan whispered, sidling up to me as I tried to swallow my frustration. He gestured toward another girl walking by with her father—a tall man with a belly that strained his too-small suit jacket. “Girl’s a solid six,” Ethan murmured, barely holding back his grin. “Dad? Three. No, wait. Two-point-five. Those shoes are a crime.” “Piss off,” I hissed, though the corner of my mouth twitched. Teely joined him, holding two champagne flutes, one of which she offered to me. “You look like you need it.” “Gee, thanks,” I muttered, downing the drink in one go. It didn’t help. Teely laughed softly. “Relax, Luca. You’ll survive this. Probably.” “Only because I haven’t strangled anyone yet,” I shot back, earning another chuckle from Ethan. “Seriously, though,” Ethan said, dropping his voice. “You’ve gotta pick someone, or your dad’s gonna lose his mind. And let’s be honest, the guy doesn’t have much sanity left to lose.” I sighed, rubbing the back of my neck. “I’m not picking anyone. None of these people matter.” “Your funeral,” Ethan said with a shrug, though there was a flicker of understanding in his eyes. He knew. He always knew. The night dragged on, every interaction blurring into the next. Girls smiled politely, their fathers talked about alliances, and I nodded through all of it like I wasn’t seconds away from bolting out the door. Then it hit me. A scent. Faint, but unmistakable. It was like rain on warm soil, mixed with something sweet and soft—something her. My chest tightened, my wolf snapping to attention like someone had just poured gasoline on a fire. I froze, the world around me dimming as I tried to track it. My head snapped to the left, then to the right. Where? Where was it coming from? “Luca?” Ethan’s voice sounded far away, like it was coming from underwater. There. My eyes locked on the grand staircase at the far end of the hall. A girl was descending, her dress shimmering in the light like it was made of emeralds. Her movements were slow, almost deliberate, and I couldn’t see her face yet. But I didn’t need to. My heart hammered in my chest, each beat louder than the last. She was holding the arm of a man—tall, broad-shouldered, and irritatingly familiar. But I couldn’t focus on him. Not when she finally turned her head, her face coming into view. Quinn. My legs nearly gave out. My breath caught, my wolf howling inside me. It was her. After everything, she was here. And she wasn’t alone. ******************************************************************* Seventeen-year-old Quinn Wayne moves with her family from bustling New York City to a secluded, mist-shrouded town in Alaska, where her parents have purchased a dilapidated inn. Surrounded by dense forests and towering mountains, the picturesque town promises a fresh start—but Quinn quickly realizes it holds secrets far darker than she could have ever imagined. In this epic journey of love, sacrifice, and self-discovery, Quinn must rise as the Lunar Guardian, embracing her newfound powers and her identity as Luca’s mate. The path ahead is uncertain, filled with loss, triumph, and transformation. But one thing is clear: the choices Quinn makes will forever alter the balance between humans and werewolves—and determine whether love can conquer even the darkest of curses.

``` Emily Molson, assistante personnelle de Derek Haven, PDG du Groupe Haven, fait des cauchemars toutes les nuits, qui l'empêchent de bien se reposer. D'un autre côté, Derek Haven a de la chance s'il parvient à dormir un peu. Les deux travaillent étroitement ensemble mais n'ont aucune idée qu'ils partagent le même problème. Puis, une nuit, ils se retrouvent au lit ensemble et un miracle se produit. ```

Il tomba amoureux de ses rares yeux violets. Puis, il pensa à la posséder entièrement. ------ Cette nuit-là, la délicate femme aux yeux violets, vêtue d'une robe de mariée, était assise sur leur lit tandis que son mari l'observait avec un sourire en coin. "Alors", dit-il d'une voix traînante, mauvaise et magnétique, "je ne peux pas voir le visage de mon épouse même la nuit de nos noces ?" "Votre Majesté a promis d’exaucer mon unique souhait", remarqua la femme, fixant le voile qui couvrait la moitié inférieure de son visage avec des mains légèrement tremblantes. Il plongea son regard dans ses mystérieux et rares yeux violets. "Puis-je demander pourquoi un tel souhait ?" Elle le regarda en retour. "Votre Majesté pourrait ne pas aimer voir des choses laides." Il afficha un sourire narquois et s'avança vers elle. "Mais, je n'ai jamais eu de penchant pour les jolies choses." ------ Seren, la fille infâme de la sorcière, et Drayce, le fils impitoyable et vicieux du Diable. Personne n'avait jamais vu son visage puisque les sorcières sont censées être laides, mais il était celui qui n'a jamais cherché la beauté. Elle était maudite pour ne jamais tomber amoureuse, mais lui souhaitait être le seul homme qu'elle aimerait jamais. Une princesse maudite mariée au fils du diable pour détruire son royaume, mais le fils du diable avait un autre plan pour elle. Le secret de sa naissance ne sera révélé que pour montrer la voie afin de libérer les pouvoirs cachés en elle que personne ne peut contrôler. Avec les dangers cachés convoitant son pouvoir, Drayce et Seren peuvent-ils se protéger mutuellement ou les ténèbres les engloutiront-ils tout entiers ? ------ Ceci est le premier livre de la série "Diable et Sorcière". Livre un - La Fille de la sorcière et le Fils du diable. Livre deux - La Sorcière Maudite du Diable. Livre trois - La Fiancée du Diable. Tous les livres sont reliés entre eux mais vous pouvez les lire de manière indépendante. ------ Instagram- mynovel.20 Discord - Donné dans les chapitres Groupe FB- les romans de mynovel20

Sam Foster, the CEO of a multimillion-dollar fashion brand, has it all—money, fame, power, and influence. Yet, despite his success, he feels empty inside. A man every woman desires, he remains profoundly lonely. Frustrated by the emptiness of his life, he decides to take a break from his hectic world. On a whim, Sam boards an unknown bus, leading him to an unfamiliar town. As night falls, he wanders the quiet streets and stumbles upon a dimly lit library. Intrigued, he steps inside to find some solace in a book. While flipping through the pages, he discovers a letter hidden within. Captivated, Sam feels compelled to respond, and in doing so, begins an unexpected journey that could change his life forever. Join Sam in this tale of mystery, self-discovery, and romance, where one simple letter might hold the key to finding the love and meaning he’s been searching for.

Rex was just another slave in the corporate machine, a faceless office worker under the shadow of one of the galaxy's powerful megacorps. His life was predictable and dull, an endless cycle of meaningless reports and fluorescent-lit monotony. That was, until that day.... When a new world was discovered on the outskirts of the galaxy, Rex, like countless other low-ranking employees, found himself dragged into a contract clause he’d barely skimmed years ago. The megacorp ordered him and his coworkers to pack their lives into a transport pod and leave for the unexplored planet. Their mission? Establish a colony. Mine resources. Make the company richer. There was no choice, refusing meant ruin. At first, everything seemed manageable. The days were grueling, the nights cold, but progress was steady. The colony was coming to life. Until the excavation team struck something. No one knew what it was at first, a buried hive, a forgotten ecosystem, or something ancient and dangerous. Whatever it was, it unleashed hell. Swarms of enormous, chittering creatures erupted from the ground, their jagged bodies blotting out the sky. The colony fell into chaos. Screams echoed through the air as the bugs tore through everything in their path, walls, machines, and people. Rex barely survived. Bloodied, broken, and pinned beneath the rubble, he should have died there. But in the pitch-black silence of his fading consciousness, a voice spoke to him. Cold. Mechanical. Otherworldly. "Do you wish to live?" When Rex woke, he was no longer the man he’d been. His body was no longer human flesh and bone but something far more alien. His skin shimmered with living metal, his mind infused with the power of Cleo, a mysterious AI from a long-extinct, robotic race known as the Kaelzars. Cleo’s presence pulsed through his thoughts, guiding him and transforming him. He wasn’t just alive. He was reborn. But survival came at a price. Rex was no longer a pawn of the megacorp; he was something more dangerous, something they couldn’t control. As Cleo’s intentions began to reveal themselves, Rex found himself standing on the precipice of war, not just with the bugs but with forces far greater than he could have imagined. This was the beginning of a journey through blood-soaked battlefields and treacherous alliances. Along the way, Rex would encounter allies, brilliant, flawed, and unpredictable, and enemies whose ambitions were as sharp as their blades. These weren’t disposable foes, easily crushed by an overpowered hero. They were cunning, relentless, and human in the most terrifying ways. But then again, in war, who can truly be called a villain? New chapters every day at: [13 P.M GMT+8 Time!] OR [16 P.M GMT+8 Time!] If there comes an extra chapter, it would be released at: [00:00 GMT+8 TIME!]

**"In the neon-lit streets of Tokyo, two broken souls collide. Haruki, a reclusive artist haunted by his past, has built walls so high that even the light struggles to reach him. Aoi, an optimistic yet scarred young woman, carries her own quiet pain but refuses to let it dim her warmth. When their paths intertwine, they embark on an emotional journey of love, sacrifice, and healing. But as secrets unfold and shadows from Haruki's past resurface, their fragile bond is tested in ways neither could have imagined. In a world where light and darkness coexist, can love truly save a heart that is determined to self-destruct? A Love Written in Tears is a poignant tale of unspoken words, fleeting moments, and a love so tragic that it leaves scars long after the final page."

Suddenly reincarnated in a body of a regent, Alexander found himself in a new world that went against his every principle. He tried to navigate a web of plots only to realize that he was completely outmatched. On the brink of giving up he gets a gift from a unknown patron. The gift to understand every twitch on someone’s face, every subtle smirk and eye movement. A gift so uncanny in accuracy that he could predict future actions of his opponents. Alexander became the god of thruth, using his new intellect to beat his opponents and remold Sartinca.

"Power tends to corrupt, and absolute power corrupts absolutely…" Man, these words are simple yet very true. The one who said these words must have really been… "corrupted," hehe. Does power corrupt? Maybe. But why? Is it power's very nature to corrupt? If that's true, does that mean everyone who has power is… corrupted? And if they are, then how much? Partially, slightly, or fully? Who, then, is the most corrupt? Is it the police, who have the power of law over the people who break it? Or is it the military, with the power of weapons? Or is it the politicians, controlling the police, the military, and the infamous red buttons? Or perhaps it's the people who fund those politicians—those who control everything from the shadows. To know who is the most corrupt, we need to figure out who is the most powerful. If I asked a random person, "Who's the most powerful being?" they'd probably answer with one word: God. Well, it makes sense. I mean, God Himself says in His holy scriptures that He is the source of all power. The most powerful being there was, is, and will ever be. If He is the source of all power... And if power's very nature is to corrupt... Then does that mean "God," the source of all power, is also the source of all corruption?! I rubbed the back of my neck, my lips twitching into a nervous smile. Probably not, but then again… Angels, the second most powerful beings, worship God and cannot disobey Him. At least in Islam, they can't. Christianity? Well, that's a whole different ballgame. So I don't know—maybe. But what about the people who believe in God? There are plenty of radicals out there. I mean, I've seen enough news stories about people blowing themselves up in the name of God. Killing others in His name. Some even believe they're chosen by God, so they kill for Him. Are they believers in God? Corrupted by the Devil? Or enlightened beings who see something my dumb self doesn't? I squinted, tapping my fingers rhythmically against my thigh. Man, I don't know about Hell, but after all these blasphemous thoughts, I don't think God's letting me into Heaven either. Now, everyone's probably wondering, Why are you talking about these blasphemous things? Well, it's my grandma's fault. "What did she do?" Nothing! It's not what she did—it's what she said. When I was little, my grandma used to say, "If you have nothing to do, think about God." So, technically, it's her fault. Title: The Duke's Youngest Son Is Unbearable Asher, the youngest son of an esteemed archduke, is infamous for his arrogance, sharp tongue, and reckless demeanor. To the outside world, he’s the epitome of a spoiled noble, but beneath the façade lies a storm of confusion and turmoil. Memories of a past life on Earth haunt him, colliding with his current existence, and leaving him questioning the very fabric of reality. A dungeon raid at Aetherion Academy turns into a life-altering event when a rivalry with the commoner prodigy, Elvin, spirals out of control. Left for dead, Asher experiences his first "awakening," a mysterious phenomenon that not only heals his shattered ether core but also grants him the power to manipulate space and time. His revival raises more questions than answers—why was he brought back, and what does this awakening truly mean? Asher’s newfound abilities catapult him into a world of intrigue, where nobles play dangerous games, ancient secrets resurface, and shadowy powers stir in the background. His abrasive personality and sharp wit make him enemies at every turn, but it also hides the growing weight of responsibility and guilt he carries. With each stage of his awakening, Asher’s abilities grow stronger, moving from controlling objects and altering the physical world to rewriting the very concept of time itself. But with great power comes consequences, and the line between saving the world and destroying it becomes increasingly blurred. join Asher in this journey.

In the bustling city of Verenthia, where the clang of swords and the murmur of betrayal filled the air, two rival families stood at the brink of destruction. The Arlan and the Vesperis, once united by friendship, had descended into a bitter rivalry that echoed through generations, staining their history with blood and resentment. Amidst this chaos, a chance encounter unfolded under a sky lit by a thousand stars. Elysia, the carefree daughter of the Arlan clan, yearned for freedom beyond the constraints of her family's expectations. Across the city, Layton, the bold son of the Vesperis, was driven by a desire to reclaim his family's honor. When their eyes met at the annual festival, time seemed to still, and the world around them faded. Drawn together by an inexplicable force, they shared stolen moments and whispered dreams, crafting a bond that defied the hatred of their kin. In a city where love was a forbidden fruit, their hearts dared to reach for the impossible. Yet, as the stars twinkled overhead, they knew the path ahead was fraught with danger and heartache.

She sacrificed her life to save others but woke up to live again. Lit-An never counted on being reincarnated into the world of the Licnine, but after she catches the attention of a powerful being she becomes a pawn in a dangerous war. The 'Others' have invaded the world of the Licnine, enslaving and killing anyone who stands in the way of their total domination. It is up to Lit-An to stop them. But can this tiny girl be the savior of an entire world?

Rowan sees beauty in death. The Order he has sworn to obey only sees defilement. As the reviled Caretaker of the Order, Rowan has accepted his role as a dutiful outcast because he believes it is the only way to prove his worth to the man who holds his sisters’ souls as collateral. With his magic and his voice, Rowan can absorb death and transform it, but only in ways the Order deems acceptable to maintain the stability of the reality it claims to protect Order must subdue Disorder. Reality must triumph over illusion. He is tainted and always will be. Rowan has never questioned those lessons, but that changes the night he harvests a crimson soul that is more than human and chooses to keep it a secret. When Rowan’s song transforms that soul into a beautiful and mysterious man he names Wren, he is forced to accept that sometimes duty is a lie and illusion is the only thing you can trust. As the fabric of the Order begins to unwind and a new kind of Disorder takes hold, Rowan will need to choose again, stand with the Order that held him down, or forge a new path with Wren at his side. He may be the only one who can restore balance to the worlds, but only if he can find balance within himself first. ************************************* Updates 3-4 times per week. Note: This story focuses on relationships. I promise an epic romance, lots of swoon-worthy moments, and a healthy amount of fluff. When it does get steamy…you might get burned. Fair warning for explicit content. I don’t shy away from my spice. There are lots of side characters and couples to fall in love with, in addition to the main couple. If you love the idea of found family, you will be happy. This book is set in a non-heteronormative world, so you will see various gender identities/expressions and types of love. ************************************* Excerpt (if you want the full steamy version, you will have to read the book!): Still reeling from the new magic that coursed under his skin and unsure of how to react to the desire that threatened to take control of him, Rowan froze. Wren's hot breath against his mouth sent a jolt of pleasure through his body, and he choked back a groan. A different kind of panic flared in Rowan's chest, burning him as if he were the one on fire. This was what he wanted, what he'd thought about every night since Wren left. But wanting more was one thing. Acting on it was another. He'd spent so much of his life hiding, he didn't know how to do anything else. One corner of Wren's mouth twitched as Rowan pulled away. When he attempted to free himself from Wren's grasp, Wren just hauled him closer. Rowan liked that he didn't have to think about what to do next. His bare chest thudded against Wren's torso, and the heat from Wren's body merged with Rowan's skin, melting him from the inside out. "What did you just do to me?" Wren's deep voice vibrated against Rowan's chest. "The Disorder of your illusion was holding you captive. I…I absorbed it." "Oh? Where did you learn to do that? Have I been gone that long?" Wren's grip loosened slightly on Rowan's wrists as if he was satisfied now that Rowan was practically sitting on top him. Rowan stared at Wren's lips. He opened his mouth to protest, but immediately closed it again. "I know you aren't going to say that I shouldn't touch you." Wren's free hand splayed over the small of Rowan's back. "Not when you started it." Rowan's breath hitched. "No. I'm not going to say that anymore. Not to you." "I thought you were afraid to be touched." Wren's fingers traced a circle over the curve of Rowan's spine as if testing for a reaction. "I know that I'm not afraid of you." Rowan waited for the panic to set in, but all he felt was desire. "With you, I want…" "You want what?" "I want more." Triumph flared in Wren's gaze before he narrowed his eyes. "Really? Then why are you still trying to get away from me?"

In a distant day, in the heart of an ancient kingdom, a child was born on a cloudy day, as winds howled through the trees, as if nature itself sensed his arrival. There was a remote village on the outskirts of the kingdom where this child, named Malik, was born. It was a rare moment, the hour of sunset, shrouded in a light gray mist, a birth that carried with it both hope and fear. His mother, Fatimah, lay on her wooden bed in a small, old cottage, breathing heavily from the pain. Her face was pale, and her eyes were filled with worry, but she did not cease praying. “Oh my God, protect him, and grant him a great future.” But in those moments, as the world seemed still, there was something unusual surrounding this birth. There were secrets hidden in the folds of darkness, and although Malik’s family had been forgotten by memory, his birth was the beginning of a new chapter, a chapter entwined with both light and shadow, leading to a destiny unknown to all. As the orange sky first lit up, Malik took his first breath, but this was not the final chapter of his story; it was merely the beginning.

The scene opens with a bloodied battlefield, littered with the lifeless bodies of demons and angels alike, both fallen and holy. The stench of death hangs heavy in the air, mingling with the acrid smoke of the scorched earth. The landscape is a wasteland, a testament to the brutality of the battle that had just unfolded.Not far from the carnage, hidden within the shadows of a cave, lay three figures. Two were gravely wounded, their bodies barely clinging to life. One was the archangel Michael, whose once radiant armor was now stained with blood, his wings torn and battered. The other was the fallen archangel Lucifer, his wings scorched and tattered, his face twisted in agony as he fought to stay conscious. The third figure, In stark contrast to the injured angels, stood tall and composed. His presence was almost ethereal, though his features were hidden in shadow, making him an enigmatic figure in the midst of the ruin. He gazed down at Lucifer, a look of sympathy in his eyes. “I’m sorry that you had to suffer this fate,” he murmured, his voice laced with regret. His eyes shifted to both archangels, and he sighed deeply. “I’ll make it right.” A brief pause followed, the words after “I’ll make it right” lost in a quiet murmur, as if the figure’s voice faltered, or the meaning was veiled in secrecy. The only words that were clear came at the end, filled with finality and determination. “Take this new life and…” Another break in his words, this time leaving a lingering silence. Suddenly, the scene faded, shifting from the cave of despair to a small, dimly lit room. A young man lay in bed, his body drenched in sweat, breathing heavily as though he had just run a marathon. His eyes flickered open, a look of panic written across his face. He bolted upright, the nightmare still fresh in his mind. “Shit, that same dream… when will it stop?” Lucian Cross muttered, rubbing his eyes as if to rid himself of the lingering remnants of the vision. Glancing at the alarm clock beside him, he saw the time—almost 7:30 AM. He groaned, realizing he was running late. With a sigh, he threw off the covers and reluctantly dragged himself out of bed. It was the last day of school, and though he had hoped for it to be a day of relief, it held no joy. It was the day of the awakening ceremony, a day that would determine his future and his job class, though Lucian’s expectations were low. School, in his mind, was nothing but a hellish place. A place where he was used and trampled on, his life a series of miserable days. But today—today was supposed to be different. It was his last day, and maybe, just maybe, the ceremony would bring something good. He didn’t dare dream too big, but a small hope flickered inside him. The vice principal called out, “Lucian Cross, come on stage.” Lucian gulped as the whispers of mocking and ridicule from his classmates and juniors filled the air. He could hear their gossip: “Why is he even here?” “Bet he’ll awaken nothing.” “He’s just wasting our time.” Tightening his fist, Lucian forced himself forward, his footsteps heavy with anxiety. Reaching the podium, he glanced at the imposing white crystal, its surface shimmering with an otherworldly glow. “Place your hand on the crystal,” the vice principal instructed. Lucian hesitated briefly before resting his hand against the cool surface of the crystal. The room fell silent, anticipation hanging thick in the air. Suddenly, the crystal erupted in a dazzling platinum light so bright it was blinding. Gasps echoed through the hall as a celestial-class phenomenon unfolded. The sound of heavenly trumpets filled the room, shaking the very ground beneath them. The heavens themselves seemed to part, and a radiant Roman cross-like gate opened in the sky above. From the portal descended two armies of celestial beings, one side composed of graceful angels, the other of fallen angels. The fallen angels were an intimidating sight. Dark knights clad ...

In a world where medieval castles stand alongside neon-lit cyberpunk cityscapes, two young souls embark on a journey that will test the limits of hope in the darkest of times. Daglan and Rozeree, adopted siblings with intertwined fates, set out across a continent teeming with diverse races and conflicting technologies. As they grow from innocent children to battle-hardened teenagers, their paths diverge but remain connected by the shadows of their past. Rozeree, haunted by trauma she can't escape, seeks to forge her own identity in a world that seems determined to define her. Meanwhile, Daglan is driven by a singular purpose: to avenge his parents' murder and rescue his long-lost sister from the clutches of darkness. But in this realm where swords clash with holograms and magic mingles with machinery, nothing is as simple as it seems. As Daglan closes in on his parents' killer, he must confront not only the demons of his past but also the harsh realities of a world where hope struggles to survive. Will Daglan find justice and redemption? Can Rozeree outrun her demons and claim her own destiny? Or will the darkness that threatens to consume them both prove too powerful to overcome? Dive into this dark fantasy where medieval lore collides with futuristic innovation, and discover whether the flame of hope can truly endure in the face of unimaginable adversity.

Gu Shan had always been into girls. Being a lucky guy,he was handsome,rich, intelligent and most importantly had a girlfriend of his choice. His first misfortune in his life was finding his girlfriend in bed with another man. Out of anger he allowed himself to explore something else by getting involved sexually with Li Yunxi the same man his girlfriend had cheated with. What was supposed to be one time thing with no strings attached developed into something lasting and truthful when fate brought Gu Shan and Li Yunxi together . ----------------------------------------------------------------- "Yunxi...um,"Gu Shan moaned gasping for breath. "I prefer it when you call me Yunxi gege,"Li Yunxi spoke lowering his voice to a sexy timbre dragging the syllables sexily. "When did you become so bossy?"Gu Shan teased him. "Call me Yunxi gege,"Li Yunxi insisted in his sexy voice. "Okay as you wish. Yunxi gege,"Gu Shan said sexily,his cheeks flushed red with embarrassment but Li Yunxi could barely notice it in the dimly lit background. Gu Shan still couldn't believe he would submit to another man and be completely smitten with him.

La vie de Rain Clayton prend un tournant inattendu lorsqu'elle détruit la voiture de son petit ami infidèle, seulement pour découvrir qu'elle n'appartient pas à lui—elle est celle d'un inconnu. Pis encore, elle découvre par accident qu'elle est mariée à cet inconnu, nul autre qu'Alexandre Lancaster, le Vice-Président reclus et PDG du puissant Groupe Lancaster. Élevée dans une famille qui la maltraitait et maintenant sous la pression de son père pour épouser le fils psychopathe du maire, Rain voit ce mariage surprise comme une bénédiction déguisée. Après des années de souffrance, il semble que les cieux aient enfin pris pitié d'elle, lui offrant un mari milliardaire séduisant—un homme impitoyable envers ses ennemis et exactement ce dont elle a besoin pour échapper aux griffes de sa famille. Mais il y a un gros problème : Alexandre veut un divorce immédiat. Déterminée à le garder, Rain conclut un marché pour prolonger leur mariage, selon ses conditions. Maintenant, tout ce qu'elle a à faire, c'est le convaincre de la garder pour toujours... Quelques semaines ont passé depuis leur mariage surprise… « Que fais-tu ? » s'exclama Rain, les yeux écarquillés alors qu'elle observait Alexandre ramper sur son lit. « J'accomplis mes devoirs de mari, » répondit-il avec un sourire narquois. « Tu ne peux pas dormir ici ! C'est contraire à notre contrat ! » « Je ne le viole pas, » dit Alexandre en haussant les épaules. « Le contrat spécifie que tu rempliras tous les devoirs d'épouse, sauf partager mon lit. Il ne dit rien concernant le fait que je ne puisse pas accomplir les devoirs de mari, y compris partager ton lit. » La situation avait basculé, et on dirait qu'elle n'était plus la seule à avoir le contrôle...

Maybe having superintelligence is a curse. It could have been a blessing to Lee Yuri, but it had made her a bot, woman with zero empathy. A young Attorney has to juggle her life as a lover of buzz and casual flings. Zin Donghee the worlds dumbest man crosses her path and fate brings them together. Lee Yuri is destined to save the world but not with such distractions as a fool besides her. ————— The bustling music pop playing off the speakers at strategic places in the club with a pool of youths overshadowed their rants and chats blending in a nuanced atmosphere. Some guys lay waste of alcohol with girls over them.  Ladies dancing to the music in an almost synchronized other.  The focus is on a group of girls at a V.I.P. table taking shots and chit chatting. And then a hopeless gentleman being dragged to their middle. He had on a white T shirt with polka dots all over like a cow skin. He was made to stand before them. His mouth was agape many times, speaking and then agap again. The muse in the girls eyes as it glit severally positing their joy in his mystery. But what could possibly go wrong? It’s just a regular guy with some girls in their mid-twenties fresh from college in their miniskirts and revealing tops.  The noise around was sapped in to focus on this disagreeing little group.  “Zin Donghee don’t tell me you forgot your wallet again?” The girl in the middle of a total of five girls spoke up. Her face was red, red with embarrassment  with her twenty-nine years old boyfriend standing in front of her like a moron. No, a moron, standing before her. She clenched tight to her red purse, pushing it aside. “I’m sorry babe. I had to rush down on your call-“ “On your call” she mimics him. And the rest of the girls began to laugh. She eyed him. Zin Donghee had been working overnight  with the Manager of the bank where he worked as a mere messenger, running errands, his boss had some editing to do before the branch's supervision team arrive tomorrow and had gone out to get his boss coffee when his twenty-four years old girlfriend called him. She sounded as though she was going to die if he had not taken her calls or dropped what he was doing, risking his job as always to come rescue her. He smiled to himself, commending himself as he even walked passed the crowd of wasted youths, scouting for his short hair girlfriend and her crew. He managed to get through the crowd and found them at their Favourite spot at Cuckoo Club and resort. “I’m sorry, i must have left it on my Boss’ desk.” He said with miserable look on his face, with his eyes tearing up.  She shifted uncomfortably, screening him all over as he shook in fear of the unknown. She twitched her mouth. What was she going to do? She had promised her girls a night out, bills on her at the end of this month, like every other month. And had called her moron boyfriend to come sort their bills . The waiter had been standing their with a long slip of their bills. Her eyes itched. She didn’t even want to see the total cost of what they’d ordered. She had waited until this evening to get a credit alert from him but she didn’t, he didn’t transfer the half he promised.  She eyed him again. He stood looking like he’d pee on himself any moment from now. She said a silent prayer, hoping history won’t repeat itself. She sighed, disgusted by his countenance. “What about your salary?” She twitched her mouth, scratching her head. “You didn’t send the half of it like you do every month. You stopped sending the whole thing on the excuse you need to save up for rent. Now no money?” “Eunbi I swear I have that figured-“   “Oh shut your trash “ she cuts in. “If you had sent the miserable half I wouldn’t have had to call you up. Tell me, how useless can you get?” At this point, the eyes of the other girls pop  outed in amusement. It was about to get spicy between the duo. They adjusted as she stood up from their

Aeliana’s body tensed, every instinct urging her to flee, but her legs refused to obey. The weight of Kaelion’s presence pressed down on her chest, as if the air itself bowed to his will. She clenched her fists, willing herself to stay upright, to meet his gaze with whatever scraps of courage she could muster. She wouldn’t let him see her fear. “Step forward,” Kaelion ordered, his tone smooth but unyielding. Her jaw tightened. The part of her that was human screamed to fight, to run, but there was a faint hum beneath her skin—a whisper of something else. Something fae. It stirred like a forgotten memory, pulling her feet forward against her will. She stopped only a breath away from him, her chin tilted defiantly despite the trembling in her limbs. Up close, the king was even more overwhelming. His features were carved in sharp, perfect lines, his mismatched eyes glinting with an intelligence that saw too much. He wasn’t just cruel; he was calculating. A predator who enjoyed the chase as much as the kill. “What are you?” Kaelion asked, his voice soft but dangerous. He reached out, his claw-tipped fingers brushing the edge of her hood. She flinched, and his lips twitched—a hint of amusement at her reaction. “I’m no one,” she bit out, her voice steadier than she felt. “Just a thief.” “A thief?” he echoed, his fingers catching the edge of the hood. With a single motion, he pushed it back, exposing her face to the moonlight. The murmurs of the onlookers grew louder, their perfect features twisting with disdain. Kaelion’s eyes narrowed, his gaze raking over her. “No one, indeed.” He took a step closer, his presence enveloping her like a dark tide. “And yet… there’s something about you. Something familiar.” Aeliana’s heart pounded as his hand moved, fingers brushing the curve of her jaw. His touch was light, but it burned like fire, sending a shiver down her spine. “I should kill you for your insolence,” Kaelion said, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. “But there’s a… curiosity to you. A defiance I rarely see.” His lips curled into a smirk that didn’t reach his eyes. “I think I’ll keep you instead.” “Keep me?” Her voice cracked as anger flared, momentarily overriding her fear. “I’m not some pet to be claimed.” Kaelion’s smirk vanished, replaced by a cold, imperious glare. “You misunderstand, little thief. I’m not offering you a choice.” Aeliana’s stomach twisted as he raised his hand, his fingers glowing faintly with dark energy. Before she could react, a pulse of power shot through her, wrapping around her wrists like invisible chains. She stumbled, her knees buckling, but the magic held her upright. “You’ve entered my city, stolen from my people, and dared to defy me,” Kaelion said, his voice echoing with authority. “Your punishment will serve as a lesson to all who think they can do the same.” “And what punishment is that?” she spat, struggling against the bonds. Kaelion leaned in, his face inches from hers. “You’ll serve me,” he said, his voice a low, menacing growl. “Body and soul. Until I decide you’ve earned your freedom.” The crowd gasped, their whispers growing louder as the king straightened. Aeliana’s blood ran cold as she realized the full weight of his words. This wasn’t just about punishment—it was about control. And she was at the mercy of a man who had none. “Take her to the palace,” Kaelion commanded, his eyes never leaving hers. “I’ll decide what to do with her later.” The soldiers moved to obey, and Aeliana felt herself being pulled away, her body still bound by the king’s magic. As they dragged her through the streets, the crowd parted, their beautiful faces filled with a mix of fear and contempt. She clenched her fists, her mind racing. She couldn’t let this be the end. She wouldn’t let herself be another victim of Kaelion’s tyranny. Somewhere deep inside her, the faint hum of power stirred again, stronger this time.

Se réveiller d'un coma était le moindre des soucis de Serena lorsqu'elle découvre qu'elle est mariée ! Elle ne se souvient pas de qui elle est. Ses parents complotent pour la tuer. Que fait une jeune femme dans une telle situation ? Elle piège son séduisant mari riche, évidemment ! Serena ne le laissera pas partir jusqu'à ce qu'elle découvre la vérité. Aiden Hawk s'est marié par convenance. Faisant l'objet de chantage par sa grand-mère, il a concocté le plan parfait. Épouser une femme à l'article de la mort et jouer le rôle de son amant endeuillé. Lorsqu'elle décéderait, il serait libre de faire ce qui lui plairait ! Mais à la surprise de tous, elle est revenue à la vie ! De plus, elle s'accroche à lui comme de la colle ! Leur mariage accidentel fonctionnera-t-il ou seront-ils séparés pour toujours ? *Crédits photo : Queenfrieza Extrait : Ses yeux s'écarquillèrent de choc lorsqu'il s'approcha pour verrouiller la porte de la chambre d'hôpital avec un clic. "Que fais-tu ?" demanda-t-elle d'une voix tremblante. Elle n'aimait pas l'expression sur son visage. Il haussa un sourcil et esquissa un sourire en coin. "Que penses-tu que je fasse ?" "Pourquoi... pourquoi as-tu verrouillé la porte ?" "Mon épouse... Tu t'es réveillée après si longtemps. Bien sûr, je dois passer un moment avec toi sans être dérangé..." Serena le regardait alors qu'il s'approchait d'elle, sa présence semblant remplir la pièce. Son cœur menaçait presque de sortir de sa poitrine... Elle voulait sauter du lit mais ses jambes étaient inertes et elle n'avait pas de force...

Rong Shengsheng était horriblement persécutée par ses sœurs jumelles et jetée dans les profondeurs insondables de l'océan, suspendue à un fil entre la vie et la mort. Cinq ans plus tard, elle faisait un retour triomphal avec son adorable enfant. Le jour, elle était une modeste et peu attirante femme de ménage dans la société. La nuit, elle était une danseuse séduisante qui bouleversait le monde, pour laquelle les jeunes hommes riches de Pékin gaspillaient leur fortune. Cependant, Rong Shengsheng s'était accidentellement mis à dos le froid et impitoyable—Li Hanxian. Une nuit profonde, Li Hanxian enfonça la porte avec une nuée de gardes du corps, la coinça contre le coin du lit, sa voix profonde et glacée, "Qui t'a donné la permission d'avoir secrètement mon enfant?" Rong Shengsheng était mal à l'aise, "Que veux-tu ?" L'homme esquissa un sourire, sortit une éblouissante bague en diamant, s'agenouilla sur un genou, "Évidemment, c'est pour me marier avec moi."

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

In Lumina City, where neon-lit skyscrapers pierce the clouds and fortunes are made or lost in a heartbeat, Kaito Renji is a nobody. But when a mysterious golden coin unlocks The Perks—a system only he can see—his life changes forever. With The Perks, Kaito can manipulate money, transform his body, and buy influence in the city’s cutthroat political arena. From a broke high schooler to a billionaire mogul, his rise is unstoppable. Yet, as his wealth and power grow, so does the mystery surrounding him. Who is Kaito Renji? Where did The Perks come from? And why do the city’s shadowy elites watch his every move with a mix of awe and suspicion? In a world where money rules and secrets are the ultimate currency, Kaito must navigate a web of intrigue, danger, and hidden agendas

"Sur le lit." Mon nouveau maître, l'Alpha de Drogomor, ordonna. Je marchais vers le lit, nue, honteuse et remplie de larmes. J'étais sur le point de perdre ma virginité, mais cela ne signifiait rien pour l'homme qui allait me la prendre. *** Je suis Rosalie, 20 ans, vendue au plus terrifiant des alphas par mon propre père. "Tu n'es rien pour moi, juste une reproductrice." dit-il cruellement. J'avais depuis longtemps compris que mon amour pour lui était désespéré et idiot. Cependant, j'étais naïve de penser que c'était la fin de l'histoire. Une fois le bébé né, je serai mise à mort. *** Les gens pensaient que j'étais morte, mais j'ai survécu. "C'est toi !" Il saisit ma main, et ses yeux étaient remplis d'émotions que je ne pouvais comprendre. "Reviens à moi, Rosalie." "Désolée." Je le regardai calmement, "mais je pense que vous vous êtes trompé de personne."

Alex grapples with a profound existential crisis. Secluded in their dimly lit room, Alex reflects on a disquieting shift in their inner world. Once brimming with contemplation, their thoughts have now dissipated, leaving them feeling unnervingly empty and disconnected. As they wrestle with the unsettling absence of their mental depth, Alex confronts a paradoxical sense of peace and emptiness, revealing the fragile boundary between overthinking and a numb, disembodied existence. Through poignant introspection and a hauntingly quiet setting, the novel explores themes of identity, consciousness, and the essence of self. (These events were real)