I Was Made For Dancin'

She didn’t mean to kill him. But he’s the one who helped her hide the body. Love isn’t safe anymore.

At that day, I was announced dead. But then, I open my eyes, and I saw this world similar to ours. "I never thought that I got a chance to reincarnated into this world…”

Never betray anyone — betraying is the same as making the whole world your enemy, I thought. And then I betrayed. Again. And again. Until one of them set me up… and I died. Now I’m in prison. In another world. Wait... prison?! Well, let’s forget about that for now. --- “You betrayed and killed me!” — he pinned me to the wall, a knife at my throat, his eyes burning with rage. --- “You tried to kill me,” said another, while I lay tied up in his house. --- “Need a hand?” — the third guy lazily watched me trying to hide the body. --- Each of them wanted me dead. Well then... Take a number and get in line.

"A Normal Student? Yeah, right. Not Anymore!" Joine was just your average high school student waking up late, stressing over tests, and taking care of his little sister, Mina. But everything changed the moment he met Lumi, a mysterious talking fox who claimed to be from an ancient tribe. Before Joine could even process what was happening, he found himself in a life-altering contract, unlocking a hidden power buried deep within him. And then... Mina was taken. Now, with enemies lurking in the shadows and his sister in danger, Joine must train, fight, and push past his limits to rescue her. But there’s one problem his newfound abilities are unstable, and if he’s not careful, they might consume him entirely. With Lumi by his side, Joine is about to step into a world filled with magic, danger, and secrets beyond his imagination. But can he truly control his power before it's too late?

Amit never wanted a life of crime—until it stole everything from him. When his father is murdered in cold blood by a nameless gangster, the system turns its back. No leads. No justice. Just silence. Now, Amit steps into the same blood-soaked streets that made him an orphan. As he claws his way through the city’s brutal underworld, chasing whispers and shadows, every move pulls him deeper into a web of lies, betrayal, and violence. But vengeance has a cost—and by the time he faces his father's killer, Amit may no longer recognize the man he’s become.

Two powerful families. A decades-old betrayal. One love story that was never meant to happen. Gianna Veymont was born into legacy — smart, stunning, and heiress to one of the wealthiest empires in the country. Tristan Greystorm was bred for power — arrogant, charming, and the crown prince of her family’s sworn enemy. They were raised to hate each other. But fate throws them into the same elite college, where wars are fought not with weapons but with money, status, and pride. A campus full of whispers. A viral scandal. A dance that should’ve meant nothing — but didn’t. As secrets from their family’s past begin to resurface, Gianna and Tristan are pulled into a twisted web of betrayal, buried truths, and a third enemy hiding in plain sight. And when hate starts to blur into something far more dangerous... Will love be their greatest ruin?

Just by an accident, the whole world underwent mutation. The deceased resurrected, genes morphed, spiritual energy revived, mountains rose, underground pits appeared, and evil land of the dead emerged. Ghosts emerged, some people developed three heads and six arms, some acquired martial arts secret scripts, but it’s hard for commoners to even survive. Fortunately, I acquired the Mutation Technique, which allows all sorts of objects to mutate: books, fruits, weapons.

***This is BOOK 2 under the FAKE DATING SERIES*** ____________________ COPYRIGHT NOTICE: All Rights Reserved. No portion of this publication may be reproduced, copied, stored, transmitted, adapted, translated, or distributed in any form or by any means, including but not limited to electronic, digital, or online media, without the prior written consent of the author. Unauthorized use, duplication, or dissemination of any part of this work will constitute a violation of copyright law and may result in legal action. _____________________ Shanaya Thakur had a plan! A neatly color-coded, perfectly curated, bullet-journal-approved kind of plan. The kind of plan with checkboxes, motivational quotes scribbled in the margins, and an unhealthy number of post-its. She was going to become Mumbai’s best, boldest, badass lawyer, land a coveted job at the ridiculously prestigious BR Advocates — a firm so elite it practically air-kissed lesser mortals — and slowly take over the world, one perfectly argued case at a time. Shanaya wasn’t just ambitious. She was capital-A Ambitious. And maybe a little dramatic, excessively sarcastic, and allergic to bullshit. So naturally, when she nailed every single requirement BR Advocates asked for — top of her class? Check. Ruthless work ethic? Double check. A sharp tongue capable of verbally decimating anyone who doubted her? Triple, sparkly check — she figured the job was practically hers. Until the firm pulled a surprise. A New hiring rule: Only experienced, married applicants will be considered. Married? As in, spouse? Legal binding married? She blinked. Holy crap! And sure, Shanaya might have aggressively whispered ‘burn it all down’ under her breath in the middle of HR’s lobby. And yes, she might have chucked a high heel at her vision board. But desperation breeds creativity. And Shanaya Thakur? She was nothing if not dangerously creative when backed into a corner. Which is how the idea was born. Find a husband! Any husband! In two weeks. Which brings us to Yuvaan Grewal: Six-foot-something of maddening calm, devastating looks, and a talent for making tailored suits look illegal. President of Sauvé, one of India’s most successful product companies, Yuvaan is brilliant, emotionally detached, and permanently single — by choice. A choice his mother hates. After dodging fifty arranged proposals, eighty dates, and roughly a hundred aunties armed with lovely girls from nice families, Yuvaan’s perfected the art of politely refusing romance and staying unmarried. Until one scandal, a series of hilariously unfortunate coincidences, and one very desperate law graduate with excellent cheekbones land them both in a situation neither of them asked for: A fake marriage. It’s supposed to be simple. A business arrangement. A temporary fix. But with Shanaya’s sharp mouth, Yuvaan’s smoldering glares, and a growing list of almost-kisses they both pretend not to remember — things are about to get complicated. Because what happens when the one person you swear you can’t stand starts feeling alarmingly like home? And Love ? That was never part of the plan. But then again… when is it ever? _____________________ DISCLAIMER: The book contains mature content, so please read under the parental guidance. Also, the cover illustration belongs to original creator. NOT me. The cover page was modified using online tools. The story is slow burn, so please bear with the plot. ______________________

I WAS JUST A SERVANT By Samkelisiwe Sithole (Mbazo) Zenande Mthembu was born into power, wealth, and pride — but one tragic car accident left her in a wheelchair, abandoned by her husband, and locked inside a golden prison of silence and bitterness. Once adored by society, now she's just the angry rich girl no one can help. Until Nokwanda walks in. Late for the job interview, dressed plainly as a servant, Nokwanda never expected to meet a woman like Zenande — fierce, arrogant, and secretly broken. But where others ran away, Nokwanda stayed. She saw the truth behind Zenande’s cold stares… and heard the silent cry for love. As Nokwanda cares for Zenande, the lines between duty and desire blur. Zenande, once married to a man, begins to feel something she's never felt before — not just attraction, but safety, softness, and the terrifying beauty of being loved by a woman. But love doesn’t come easily when society watches, secrets threaten, and someone from Zenande’s past is determined to destroy them both. “I Was Just a Servant” is a slow-burn, forbidden romance between two women from different worlds — one fighting to heal, and the other daring to love for the first time. Together, they’ll face betrayal, danger, and their own fears… for a love worth everything.

[MATURE CONTENT] SEXUALLY EXPLICIT CONTENT. Eighteen years ago, blood stained the halls of the Full Moon Gala. The Vampires came slaughtering nearly every wolf shifter at the gala, including the visiting royal family. Blood drenched the earth, and when the carnage ended. Prince Ambrose, soaked in the screams of his people, he rose from the ashes with a single vow: Blood for blood. Eighteen years later, Ambrose is now Alpha King, ruthless, unyielding, and revered by his pack. But his thirst for vengeance never dulled. His target? Princess Odette. Odette isn’t a delicate doll. She’s fire wrapped in silk. Born of power, and unafraid to destroy. Raised by the very monsters that broke him. Ambrose wants to break her. But this princess doesn't break easily. Captured. Kidnapped. Claimed. The girl he wanted to destroy becomes the woman he can’t stop watching. Touching. Needing. Their bond is dangerous. Twisted. Forbidden. Can love be born of vengeance? What if a terrifying and dangerous threat rises from the shadows? Can a millennia long blood feud be overcome or will they destroy themselves before the enemy even has a chance? Ex: “I missed how you talked back. I can smell the fire burning inside you. Your arousal. It’s strong. Now be a good girl and lie still.” He requested with what sounded like a polite tone but was really just a cover for his sick twisted thrill. “You don’t smell shit from me.” I was getting angry. I know he probably has armed my collar again or I’d throw him across the room and untie myself, give him a piece of my mind. But another part of me. Some twisted sick masochist piece of me wanted to find out how the game was played. He quickly closed the distance between us, reaching to tie the blindfold over me. The minute my vision darkened alarms rang in my head. Every sense was heightened. It was intense and overpowering. “Ever been touched here, by man?” I shook my heads no. He lifted his hand from my skin, and that’s when I realized I’d been holding my breath. He moved to my stomach. “How about here?” I shook my head no. he was driving me crazy, my skin was screaming for more, despite my better judgement, I also wanted more. His warm gentle touch sent a ripple of heat rolling down my back. I desperately wanted to know what yes would mean. My heart was thundering. The pit in my stomach became and ache between my legs. And then hot, soft lips crashed into mine, stealing my breath, it was anything but gentle. It was violent, all consuming, and possessive. Something twisted in me, I opened my mouth like a weak idiot and let him in. Let his tongue explore my mouth. I gave in completely surrendering to him. “You taste far better than I expected.” He sounded almost as breathless as me. I could hear his heart pounding just like mine. He touched my neck next. I nodded yes. Not just because it was true, but because I wanted it. I shouldn’t want it, but I did. Desperately. I wanted to feel the touch of his lips again. And my wish was granted. He bit into my neck softly first and started sucking and kissing on me. A moan escaped me, one I didn’t see coming. The bite at first hurt, but the sucking on my neck eased the pain, sending a jolt of pleasure through me. “Here?” “Princess?” He paused. His hand landed somewhere I should have expected, but for some reason completely forgot. And when his hot hands touched womanhood, my breath hitched. He growled low and possessively asked “And here?”

Lance Mercer's life is painfully normal. He works IT support in a basement office where printers scream, coworkers cry over Bluetooth, and lunch is a rotating tragedy of lukewarm noodles and existential dread. He's got a dog named Dario, a cursed coffee addiction, and a daily goal of making it to 5:01 PM without committing a felony. Then he buys milk. Now he's being hunted by unmarked helicopters, cultists in cow masks, and possibly the U.S. government. Reality keeps glitching when he sneezes, his dog might be telepathic, and there's a chance he's bonded with an ancient cosmic dairy god. He just wanted cereal. (Inspired by DanDaDan and Parasyte: The Maxim)

A man named Magus is part of a new revolution. But what will happen once all of his families secrets are revealed to the public?

I was the perfect wife. The perfect sister. The perfect fool. I gave my heart to a man who only saw me as a stepping stone. I protected a sister who smiled in my face while sleeping with my husband behind my back. The day I caught them, I didn’t get a divorce. I got a knife in the stomach—and a front-row seat to my own child being thrown out like garbage. They killed me and called it justice. They stole everything and called it fate. But the gods weren’t done with me yet. When I opened my eyes again, I was five years younger… standing in the exact moment when my life began to crumble. Only this time, I’m not here to love. I’m not here to cry. And I’m definitely not here to forgive. With ice in my veins and a fire burning in my soul, I’ll tear apart everything they built on my pain. My child will return to my arms. My enemies will kneel in regret. And the world will remember the name of the woman they tried to erase. This is not a second chance. It’s my war. And I’m not leaving without blood.

" He wakes up in lives he doesn't remember… but each one feels like home.” Each night, he becomes someone else. Each morning, he questions if he ever was. Reality begins to fracture. Memories, dreams, identities—blur. And as the world folds in on itself, only one question remains: " What am I? "

Ailín always thought healing meant becoming who she used to be. Until life broke her body — not as punishment, but as a final cry to stop hiding. Haunted by a shadow she named Oscurita, the voice that whispered she wasn’t enough, Ailín spent years chasing approval and silencing her true self. When an unexpected illness forces her to slow down, she finally asks: What if my body isn't attacking me... but begging me to listen? This is not a story of perfection. It’s a story of fear, silence, and the courage to rise again — one fragment at a time. To begin again, she had to rewrite herself. A novel of self-worth, emotional healing, and the quiet power of a woman reclaiming her voice.

“Some notes are never written to be found… yet they find the one meant to read them.” Raj, a simple boy from a traditional Pandit family, never imagined that a single mysterious note in his textbook would rewrite the chapters of his life. What began as a strange coincidence pulls him into the life of Anamika Verma — a fierce, confident girl from another school who hides her own storms behind her smile. Their journey starts with an act of courage, blossoms with shared laughter, grows deeper with everyday moments, and takes unpredictable turns through misunderstandings, missed confessions, and societal hurdles. From school benches to secret lunch spots, from late-night texts to emotional silences, "The Note We Made" is not just a love story — it's about how fate writes between the lines when two souls are meant to be. A tale where the past connects to the present, where a note written in the future finds its way into the beginning… and where loyalty, love, and timing fight to stay together.

They were never lovers. Never promised each other anything beyond the shared responsibility of raising the most powerful, chaotic child the realms had ever seen. Lara, the infamous ex-commander with fire in her veins and mischief in her smile, walked away from war, titles, and politics—only to find herself tangled in a life she never expected. A life where she’s not the hero, not the villain, just the co-parent to a half-demon, half-Celestial whirlwind named Aliyah… and tethered, every single day, to the woman who both grounds her and keeps her at a distance. Sarisa, heir to the Celestial throne, is everything Lara is not—elegant, disciplined, devoted to duty. Once playful and soft, Sarisa has reshaped herself into something unshakable, a future queen too burdened to risk vulnerability. Especially when the court whispers that her daughter is an abomination. Especially when her mother has chosen a future and a spouse that doesn’t include Lara. They said they could raise Aliyah together. That it would be simple. No feelings. No future. Just two women bound by responsibility. But Aliyah is growing. Watching. Asking questions no child should ask with such clarity. And Lara is running out of ways to lie to herself. Because somewhere between sword lessons and bedtime stories, between stolen glances and unsaid words, Lara might have done the one thing she swore she wouldn’t. She might have fallen in love with the woman who was never meant to be hers. And Sarisa? She might already be breaking under the weight of pretending she doesn’t feel the same.

He Made Rules. I Was the Exception. He built walls. I came in smiling. Lucien Valdez lives by one rule: don’t get attached. Cold, powerful, and always in control—until I showed up. I was just supposed to be his assistant. But I talk too much. Smile too wide. And break every rule he swore to follow. He says I’m a distraction. But he stares too long. Softens too quietly. Falls too slowly. And just when I thought we were finally breaking his walls… He pushed me away. Not because he didn’t care— But because he cared too much.

I was kidnapped. Shackled. Shoved into a world where women are either worked to death or used until they’re broken. They called it an island. I call it a prison wrapped in paradise. Then I met him. Alex — the heir to the empire that enslaved me. The coldest man I’ve ever seen. Eyes like ice. Words like knives. A prince carved by cruelty. Raised to destroy anything soft. But he didn’t destroy me. He became obsessed instead. And I? I began to understand the monster behind the mask — not to love him, but to use him. Because I’m not here to survive. I’m here to end it all. To burn the empire from the inside. Even if it means sleeping beside the enemy. Even if it means loving the villain in a world with no heroes. This isn’t a love story. It’s a war. And I will win.

Russel was a mortal boy that became a turning point for a wanna be Goddess that caused the hunt down of her species for her desire to maintain the very frail life of Russel. The story begins where her story left off.

The world ended once. The gods broke it. The relics stitched it back together. Kael is relic-born—half human, half forgotten technology, and entirely confused about why everyone thinks he’s humanity’s last hope. With a sarcastic dagger-wielding girl named Nyra at his side, Kael travels across a ruined world filled with relic beasts, corrupted gods, and factions that all want a piece of him. But the deeper he digs into the truth behind the Spark War and the relics that power civilization, the more he realizes something: Maybe the world doesn’t deserve saving. Packed with dark secrets, ancient tech-magic, relic logs, crumbling empires, sarcastic banter, and gods with serious ego problems, this is a post-apocalyptic fantasy epic for readers who like action, mystery, and a hero who might choose chaos over peace. He was made to save the world. He might burn it instead.

If you want to be loved by me, bring something useful. Like how the Countess of Baliman offered the exclusive iron ore transport rights. The marriage I chose to pay for my mother’s medical bills was a huge mistake. On her wedding night, Lily realizes that her married life will be hell from now on. Unable to divorce because of the damn money and struggling in hell, a man appeared before Lily. “Lily, if you wish, I’ll gladly become your lover.” The hero of the empire who subjugated the troublesome Salaman tribe. The second son of the prestigious Maximilian duchy and a man who proudly earned the title of count on his own. Herald Braden. “What I want from you is just one thing. Don’t push me away.” Despite his fierce and sharp appearance like a black panther, Lily melted helplessly at his gentle kindness like soft whipped cream.

Everyone wonders what it is like to live the high life of royalty. No one truly considers the danger that may accompany it, nor do they think of how much is expected out of them when they approach life as an outsider. Not only does Aithne Centhos have to deal with threats on her life by her own family, but she is also expected to find "love" in order to solidify her position as a Princess of Kairos. Updates are published on Saturday.

I'm invisible, blamed, betrayed, and made fun of. Every day I woke up to endure every single same thing as days, weeks, months, and years passed. My life was a living cycle of someone who died while still living. I was brutally bullied, hurt, and accused in the midst of chaos as the rain poured on me, noises of vehicles cut through the sound of rain, and strangers eyes came, looking at me with fear and hatred as male students from my school ran after me with their sinister grins. On that same exact day, after getting home with my body full of wounds and bruises, my phone rang, and it made my life even more of a living hell. The novel that is keeping me alive and compose drop dead. [It is over] [We're sorry but we will no longer continue the story of 'world of mystery'] [Discontinued] ...I want to die. Tired, I closed my eyes, and my body fell. It becomes slowly cold, and the sound of rain slowly fades. I couldn't lift a finger. I realized I have no feeling, no strength. Suddenly a metallic voice with imagery of words come up in the pit of darkness. [You've been chosen to continue my webtoon, I wish you all the Good luck.] [You have died] before I knew it I died. [Removing the memories of world of mystery to your experience and brain] [World of mystery will be restart.]

In a world where Heroes are the last line of defence against threats, 17 year-old Zane Skylark, was the most powerful of them all—a symbol of strength and justice. Known as the “Rank-1 Hero, [Hope].” [Hope's] every move was praised by the masses, and his victories were legendary. But during a mission, [Hope] is believed to have died, but only to survive due to an unknown skill—[Immortality]. For 60 long days, Zane's lifeless body remains inactive, as the [Hero Association] declares him dead and appoints a new hero who can mimic Zane’s strength under his hero name [Hope]. After resurrected. "What's... Happening?" "Didn't I... Die?.." "Immortality?" Zane finds himself in a confused situation. "After everything I did for them..." After finding [Hero Association] betrayal, he decided to distance himself from them. "It's been... almost 3 years. " "Maybe I should return home." He decided to return to his hometown, hoping to bury his past and lead a peaceful existence. But... can a hero truly abandon their destiny? Or will new challenges will force Zane to confront his past self and the responsibilities he has left behind? :::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: Additional Tags: - No Harem (I hate harem.) - WeaktoStrong - Academy - OP MC - Mystery, Suspense - Secret Identity One or two chapter daily. Chapter Length : 1500 - 2000 [Discord]:https://discord.gg/yS2dtTmBP5

About things that humans know but don't know

After a war that broke the world, love became the most dangerous thing left alive. Centuries after the War of Madness, the once-noble Lucian Vhalcrest rises from slavery to royalty through sheer will, manipulation, and mystery. The Emperor of Alexandria, recognizing Lucian’s brilliance, adopts him as heir—placing him beside Lydia Vainsblood, the emperor’s only daughter. But Lydia is no ordinary princess. She’s the Blood Queen—an intelligent, composed, cunning vampire with yandere edges, political masks, and a buried fear of abandonment. Five years younger than Lucian and secretly devoted to him, their forbidden attraction simmers beneath layers of courtly duty, familial tension, and fate. Their bond deepens in secret, tangled in passion and emotional restraint. When Lydia turns eighteen, the Emperor arranges their political marriage—believing it’s safer to marry his daughter to a known weapon than risk a stranger with ambition. Lydia agrees, believing Lucian is the only one who truly sees her. Together, they adopt a mute orphan girl named Lilac, whose strange empathy and unnerving paintings begin to unravel a prophecy far older than either of them. The Coral Moon rises… and something ancient stirs. As the blood-red Coral Moon approaches, reality begins to twist. Lilac, though silent, begins painting horrifying premonitions—Lucian with hollow, glowing eyes; Lydia lying in blood. The air shifts. Mirrors distort. Whispers speak in tongues no one remembers. Lucian starts seeing flashes of a forgotten god—Vharel, the Broken Lover. Not in dreams, but in mirrors, in reflections, in the shadow of his own thoughts. Vharel loved once, and lost. Now his soul drifts, desperate to finish his story… through Lucian. Lydia senses Lucian slipping. She kisses him under the Coral Moon to tether him—to anchor his soul. That kiss awakens something ancient. Magic ignites. The curse of bloodlines fuses them. The Coral Kiss triggers a divine event… and draws Vharel into their world "Velros magos mentasu" — I'm joining you soon, my love. When Vharel descends, he doesn’t come as an enemy—but a mirror. A version of what Lucian could become. The fight is brutal, divine, and emotional—not just blade versus god, but soul versus reflection. Lucian lands the killing blow, but Vharel smiles. He wanted this. > “You were the ending I was never strong enough to reach.” With a final whisper to his lost beloved, Vharel lets himself be absorbed. His divine essence fuses with Lucian’s body—his memories, madness,

A man is reborn as a sentient dice. A secret slumbers within him, and when it awakens, it casts everything he believed into doubt. He rolls random spells. Sometimes he heals. Sometimes he explodes. Sometimes he remembers things he shouldn’t. Bound to a girl he barely knows, haunted by memories he can’t outrun and a past that never belonged to him; he searches for answers. But above all, he just wants his body back. In a world where fate cheats and memory lies, he learns one thing: Truth and memory don’t always sound the same. What to expect: - Magic and adventure. - Absurd, unhinged comedy. - Early slice-of-life chaos that gradually deepens into a larger, more complex world. - A slow-burn journey that starts light and grows more meaningful over time. - Layered characters who grow emotionally and reveal depth over time. - If you're feeling stressed, this might be the kind of humor and heart you need.

What if dying was only the beginning of your real story? Ryu Takeda was a teenage Taekwondo champion—fast, fearless, and full of fire. But fate struck with metal and speed. Just like that, he was gone. Until a goddess gave him a choice. Reborn as Rai in a new world filled with magic, monsters, and elemental power, he finds himself in a peaceful village with loving parents. But that peace shatters too soon. Alone again, Rai is taken in by a legendary general and his daughter, Mina, whose warmth awakens something deeper in him—something he doesn't yet understand. This is a world where power defines everything. And Rai doesn’t even know his element yet. But what stirs inside him isn’t normal. It’s something ancient. Something dangerous. A slow-burning tale of growth, power, and destiny—where love flickers and legends are forged.