Bee Sting Clit

After five years in the city chasing a career that slowly burned her out, Mira Ellis returns to her quiet hometown with nothing but exhaustion, memories, and the echo of her father’s legacy. She tells herself it’s temporary—a pause, not a full stop. But the town she left has shifted in small, meaningful ways. Her childhood home feels both familiar and foreign. Her best friend, Zuri, is still a hurricane of warmth. And then there’s Darian Carter—the quiet carpenter whose voice carries through the town meeting like a hammer to the heart. They weren’t close back then, and they don’t exactly start off on the right foot now. His words sting. Hers cut back. But as the tension between them simmers, something else stirs beneath it—something deeper, something that neither of them are quite ready for. As Mira begins to uncover what she’s really running from—grief, pressure, and the ghost of a dream—she must ask herself a question that terrifies her more than failure ever did: What if coming home isn’t about a place at all?

"Now, go forth, my mortal champion! Conquer this world—or else!" I lived a painfully average life and died by a stupid, stupid accident, but a goddess interfered, giving me a second chance in another world. There, I became royalty—the lazy kind with almost no obligations, free to live in peace and luxury for the rest of my days. Sounds like a dream, right? In reality, it was anything but—because I became *BEE* royalty. A Drone Bee, doomed to die of old age in 2 months! (A humanoid bee, thankfully, but still a bee in all the ways that matter.) The only way to increase my lifespan is to develop and grow my bee colony—a deadly task in a vicious world like this one. There are murderous insect monsters, colossal beasts trampling the earth, other civilizations, natural disasters, and the bitchy patron goddess who absolutely hates me. But as long as I have my brains, my bees, and the powerful genes my system gives me, my Bee Empire will be unstoppable! === For those who want to know more: This is a wholesome comedic story, but it has some dark moments. The focus is on kingdom building, survival as an empire, and interacting with MC’s beautiful bee wife and adorable bee daughters. The bees are all humanoid (see pictures) and human-sized. However, they are still bees in their ways of life and mentality. Although there’s a system, real growth comes from putting effort and time. Nothing happens in an instant in this story, unless it’s trouble. MC acts like an idiot sometimes (oftentimes), but he’s not actually stupid-stupid. When it comes to strategic decisions, he uses logic and reason. Even if you might disagree with it. Also, there will be no smut (ecchi is a fair game), incest, NTR, harem or BL. === Discord is up! Find it at -> https://linktr.ee/Garessta Updates: 2 chapters/day, right after the reset (with a 5% chance of running late). Reply to author's pinned review if you have questions. Also, although I realize the futility of this aim (at least right now), if this novel reaches top 15 golden ticket ranking (and stays there for a few days, obv), I will mass release 10 extra chapters! (within 30 calendar days)

Violet Velmont. A girl raised to be a princess is given away by her father to be bred by 5 lustful princes. Violet is determined to change the brothers, and refuses to back down. But the brothers have a long way to go. They're cruel and cold. With each brother having their own very distinct personalities, poor Violet will have her work cut out for her. With countless trials, they will all be tested. The worst part, just as things start getting good for her, her world crashes again and when a problem with wolf shifters arise, and it will cost her the person she loves most. Violet's whole world hangs in the balance. Can love save her? Can love conquer the princes? Or will loss break her? EX: He uses his body to push her towards the water and he rubs her again he presses the front half She was so surprised by how good this felt. How badly she wanted him to bite her. And just as she finished that thought he stuck his hands between her legs again, and then he bit her on the opposite side of Oliver's bite. The bite burned her core undoing her as he played with her clit with his fingers and then sliding them inside her. Holding her body hostage with his fangs and fingers she completely submitted to his whims. He could have what ever he wanted in that moment and she wouldn't complain a bit. Pulling his fingers out of her and sucking her juices off them he says "You really are the best thing I've ever tasted. And now I know why my brothers are struggling not to fuck you and are fighting over you. I don’t think we can wait until the full moon to start breaking you in." The Sequel is out now! "I was Kidnapped for Revenge by a Ruthless Alpha" discord for this book: https://discord.gg/36r6zZhf

18+ Warning Mature Content During a dangerous infiltration mission, Luren is captured after attacking a noble carriage—unaware it belongs to Duke Craige Evron Seravelle, a powerful alpha and a Royal noble of Seravelle. What begins with swords drawn and accusations soon turns into uneasy understanding as both men discover truths that bind them. The duke, though born an alpha, knows little about omegas, and Luren hides his nature behind a hardened mercenary front. As Luren is forced to stay under Craige's watch, their bond grows. The bond between the Duke and Luren grew deeper with each passing day. The Duke treated him like a cherished younger brother protective, gentle, always watching over him. But for Luren, the feelings were far more complicated. What he felt wasn’t brotherly it was something darker, something he didn’t dare name. A sinful desire twisted inside him, confusing and intense. Every time he saw the Duke surrounded by beautiful women, laughing with them, touching them so casually, a sharp sting of jealousy burned in his chest. He hated it, hated how angry and possessive he felt, even though he had no right to be.

They say that 90 percent of the world's oceans have been unexplored, due to just how much floor there is to cover. Imagine a world where, instead of deep trenches of water, our oceans were filled with forests—endless forests—where the further you go, the stranger, and larger the creatures become. The air growing thicker, and heavier, with the stinging sharpness of ozone; trees that stretch into the stratosphere, or bottomless muddy quagmires that are so deep that the bodies claimed can never be discovered; deer the size of whales, or bigger still, with an anomalous number of legs; the oppressive daytime darkness, never ending, due to the boundless appetite of the trees. Who knows what untold methods of ravenous mutilation might be discovered in the great beyond; or what unfathomable treasures lurk just beyond the shadow's edge. We find ourselves marooned in little islands of flat plain in the midst of miles and endless miles of oppressive wooded wilderness. Do not let the sunlight fool you. There is nothing keeping the terrors of the depths from venturing into the light.

This is a female-led LitRPG / progression fantasy with: Beast taming, crafting, and enchanting XP systems, stats, and a game-like interface No harem, no insta-romance (but maybe a spark or two later) Worldbuilding, strategy, and survival Think: “sweet-looking girl, cold eyes, and a sharper mind than her blades.” If you're here for romance, come back later. If you're here for mana-fueled evolution, you’re in the right place. Please Add to Library so I can gauge interest :) More interest = More chapters --------------------------------------------------------------- {“Congratulations. Integration has begun. You have been successfully registered to the Sentient Interface for Survival, Tactics, Evolution, and Mana—S.I.S.T.E.M.”} { “Beginning synchronization. Warning: this may sting.”} Pain wasn’t the right word. Evisceration, maybe. Every nerve in her body caught fire. Her bones shrieked. Even her hair hurt... "Thank fuck that’s over," she whispered {“My apologies. At most, you should have experienced a minor headache. Your soul seems to contain… a great deal of trauma”} She laughed—sharp and broken. "Ya, no shit. Oh and, no offense, but your pain scale’s a bit off." A pause. Then, the voice continued—same tone, but just a hint more human. {“Noted. Adjusting pain calibration bias by 12%. Thank you for your feedback.”} --------------------------------------------------- When the world fractured, mana flooded reality—and everything changed. Cities fell. Machines exploded. Technology died. Sam didn't ask to wake up in the wreckage of a world reborn. She didn’t ask to inherit a stranger’s body, an experimental AI system, or a perk called Double Double that doubles everything... except the danger. Armed with strange knowledge from two lives, a sarcastic built-in assistant, and a pair of kittens with more bite than fluff, Sam begins her Integration into a world where magic and nanotech don’t just coexist—they compete. No class. No gear. No clue. But when the System speaks, Sam listens. Mostly. If the monsters don’t eat her, the adventurers might. But first—dinner, naming the cats, and figuring out how to enchant a frying pan ---------------------------------------------------

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?

WSA 2025 Entry! Excerpt: "Are you satisfied?" he asked, walking to the fire where she already sat. "Can you yet call yourself the greatest knight? "Not until I can beat you," Irene argued. Despite how serious he looked only moments before, he cracked a smile. "But you saved my life," he insisted. Synopsis: With a second chance given to her after a pathetic ending to a life she didn’t want, Irene Litharion decides that she will follow in her father’s footsteps and become a knight. Waking up in the body of her eleven year old self, she’s reinvigorated to follow her heart. She has the rare blood of ancient warriors in her veins and promises to not turn her back to it anymore. Prepared for the sacrifices she will have to make to live the life she wants, a new challenge is presented when the only way she can become an apprentice knight is to turn her back on femininity altogether. The years she spent being forced to attend etiquette lessons go out the window and instead, daily sword practice takes place. Her father does all he can to get her into the knighthood, but it’s up to her to show her strength and skill to stay in it. However, it’s different than she expects when the Monster War ravages her homeland, she learns the sting of loss, and secrets of her own blood present themselves the more she leans into the thrill of battle.

Sofia Everhart was barely holding her life together. Crushed beneath a mountain of unpaid bills and the suffocating debt left behind by her late parents. She clung to the only thing she still had control over, and it was her vow to save herself for the man she would one day marry. But that fragile hope shattered the night she showed up at her boyfriend's house—only to find him in bed with her officemate, both naked, both shamelessly entangled in betrayal. In a single moment, Sofia's heart was broken and with it, the last of her faith in love slipped away. Humiliated, heartbroken, and utterly broke, she needed an escape. That escape came in the form of LUXE CLUB, the city's most exclusive club, an upscale haven for the wealthy and powerful. One dare became a bet. Sofia gave herself to a devastatingly handsome man. For one night, she let go of the pain, the pressure, the fear and surrendered her virginity to a stranger. Adam Ravenstrong, the billionaire CEO of Ravenstrong Holdings, was not the kind of man who made mistakes. He was calculated,, cold, and completely unattached, he kept women at a comfortable, manageable distance. To finalize the multi-billion-dollar merger, his future business partner imposed one absurd condition: Adam had to be married. He didn't want a wife. But he wanted to close the deal. As if the pressure weren’t enough, his business partner had taken it upon himself to not only arrange but choose the woman Adam was expected to marry—stripping away even the illusion of choice. He never expected Sofia Everhart, his soon-to-be wife, to be the same woman he had a one-night stand with. The one who vanished without a trace. The same woman he hadn't been able to forget. And suddenly, his face darkened, his eyes turning cold. Excerpt: "You can't be my wife," Adam said sharply, his voice like ice. Sofia lifted her chin, meeting his gaze even as her knees threatened to give out. "You just need an accessory wife, right? So what's the problem?" His expression hardened. "Because you're not a virgin. That was one of the conditions." The words cut like glass. The courtroom fell into stunned silence. The judge, his business partner, and her best friends frozen in disbelief, while Adam’s best friend shifted uneasily in the corner, unsure where to look. Sofia slapped him hard, furious at the fact that Adam knew he had been her first. And now, he looked at her with smug disdain, as if she were someone unworthy to become his bride. Then she turned around and walked out, refusing to let him see the tears stinging her eyes. She needed the money to save her parents' house. In three days, the bank would take it, and with it, the last memory of the family she had lost. She might have lost everything, but she would never beg. Not from the billionaire who took her virginity and looked at her like she was nothing. Adam stood frozen, yet an amused smile crept across his lips as he realized Sofia wasn't like the women who chased his name, his money, or his empire. She didn't cling. She didn't flatter. She walked away, and now, even though she needed him, she wasn't pretending to want him. Sofia needed his money. He needed a wife. And if she was bold enough to slap him and walk away, then she was bold enough to stand beside him in a world built on power, image, and illusion. Whether it broke her or not, Adam would make sure she played the role of his perfect wife. He vowed never to love, hiding his heart beneath the ice. She promised never to surrender, guarding her pride like armor. But when their hearts collided, neither shield could withstand the force of love. ————————————————— Disclaimer: This novel contains mature themes in later chapters. Reader discretion is advised. All names, places, and settings are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real people, locations, or events is purely coincidental.

Max Crestfall died… of unemployment. (Okay, fine — a car accident. But let him cope.) He’s offered a second chance: restart life in a “manga type world,” beginning from his first year of university. But instead of magical powers, cheat skills, or overpowered stats… he’s dumped into a cringe-inducing rom-com setup. You know the kind: a dense MC, two childhood friends, the popular school queen bee, and a harem plot so predictable it hurts. Worst of all? Max isn’t even the main character. Now stuck in a softer, cheesier, slice-of-life universe — in a body that’s lost all his gym progress and wears Cheetos-themed clothes — Max is determined to make this second chance count. But with no magic, no memories, and even less motivation, can a sarcastic shut-in survive a world where tropes run wild and emotions are louder than explosions? A light-hearted blend of self-deprecating humor, everyday chaos, and second chances.

STRONG LANGUAGE! STRONG VIOLENCE! SOME SEXUAL CONTENT, HERE AND THERE! https://www.reddit.com/r/GodOfDestruction/ This is the official link to the subreddit for this webnovel. --- Nova, the God of Destruction and one of the five Supreme Gods, is consumed by boredom. He has witnessed civilizations crumble, galaxies vanish, and entire worlds reduced to dust, yet the thrill he once felt is gone. When he turns his gaze to Earth, curiosity takes hold. He chooses to walk among mortals, drawn by their chaotic yet vibrant lives. As the Infernal Realm begins to bleed into the mortal world, Nova embarks on a journey filled with unexpected adventures. He might even feel the sting of true pain.

It was the same boring normal lifestyle. Waking up as early as 6am, and going to work at 7am. Working very hard like a working machine every single day and returning from work at 8pm. But what was all that hard work for? She was controlled and used by her superiors, who had always claimed her merits and great achievements as their own. It was late in the night. After getting out of the blue bus and walking along the sidewalk, on her way to her tiny apartment, she suddenly halted out of frustration. The purse that was hanging around her neck, she removed it and threw it on the floor with an agonizing groan. Her pale face, which had dark circles underneath her eyes, looked up at the sky, and pointing her right finger at the sky, she quarreled, “Are you having fun watching my pathetic life?! Huh?! Are you going to mock me like everyone else does?! I overheard everything my colleagues said about me behind my back! They said that I was a naive fool! They said that I was only a tool to them, meant to be used!”. “But is that fair?! It wasn't enough that my superiors always took credit for my hard work. But, the colleagues I thought of as my friends had also been taking advantage of me, and I only found out about that today! Every single damn time, they all came to me, behaving pitifully and begging me that I should help them resolve their own work issues, and I, as naive and foolish as I am, helped them out, despite the stress involved in it”. “I do not even remember the last time I had a good night's sleep! Why is this world so cruel to me?! Is it because I don't have any people to call my family?! Is it because I don't have parents?!”. She yelled at the top of her lungs and held her chest using her left hand. The passersby stared at her and were muttering to themselves, “She must have gone crazy”. Yeah, she had gone crazy. Crazy because of her unfair life, that she didn't care at all if it all came to an end. “What I would give to be the boss of my own life!”. She yelled again, before she broke down crying and slowly sat down on the ground. Her palms covered her face for a few seconds, not having a single clue that those few seconds would change her life for good. “Watch out!!!”. Someone screamed at her, but it was too late for her. She removed her palms from her face and silently watched as a car drove recklessly towards her. ‘See? My life is pathetic’. She thought, before her body was crushed. And before she lost consciousness and died, her body was drenched in blood. …. Opening her eyes, she got very confused. The first words that came out of her mouth were this: "Didn't I die?”. Staring at her surroundings, she got even more confused. As she sat up on the bed, she felt a stinging pain in her head as a flood of memories, which she knew didn't belong to her, flashed in her mind. “Wait, what? Since when am I the granddaughter of a farmer and the daughter of the great wing city leading superstars? And since when did I have a Cheat Farm System and a fiancè?! I don’t understand any of these, you freak. I am not Piper Graham. You got the wrong person”. …. “Hahaha! The old me is dead starting from this very moment! Watch me climb up to wealth using my Cheat Farm System! In this new life, I will become the boss, not the employee!!”. She jumped around her tiny bedroom as she shouted to her heart's content after realizing that she had been given a new shot at life.

They referred to him as insane. He was too young, they claimed. Too crazy. It's too poetic. Too fixated. However, they failed to comprehend. Goals are not the reason Daniel "Caos" Gómez plays. He rewrites history via his plays. He scores hat-tricks in eleven minutes at the age of fifteen. He outtrains titans, outruns legends, and rips over Europe like a prophesy at the age of sixteen. He doesn't talk when he trains. uses Latin to write. Dreams that burn. "I'm not playing here. Football is what I'm here to make kneel. Pain, however, simmers beneath the stadium lights and growing celebrity: A rival who was once a dear friend. The death of a mother still stings. A girl who never turned around after dancing in the rain. Caos must now decide if he wants to claim immortality at the expense of his humanity. Or will he strike the heavens—and shatter the gods? Start reading now if you love: Mythic sports drama Genius MCs with fire in their veins Emotional rivalries and broken love Football as poetry and war Obsession, grief, ambition, legacy Tags: Sports, Football, Mythic Rise, Tragic Past, Legendary MC, Coming of Age, Rivalry, Dark Romance, Training Arc, Late Love, Champions League, Football Royalty, Obsession to Greatness, Modern Epic, Latin Vibes, Poetic Hero, God Mode, Real Madrid

When a failed sting operation exposes a dangerous crime syndicate, two people— one cop, the other a member of a organization crime — become entangled in a deadly game of power, corruption, and revenge.

--- Ezra Locke was a systems architect in a world powered by logic, crystal tech, and a runic code that governed machines—not magic. His work on dimensional transport made him one of the most powerful minds of his time—and a target. Assassinated in a sabotage plot, Ezra's body was destroyed. But not his mind. He awakens in Aerthalen, a world where magic exists—real, ancient, and deeply feared. Here, runes aren’t tools of science, but the foundation of an arcane language capable of shaping reality itself. What the people of this world call “glyphs” and “wards,” Ezra sees as a distorted mirror of the systems he once mastered. Taken in by Wrenmoor Academy, a school for gifted glyphcasters, Ezra tries to blend in—but his memories of another life, and another language, never fade. Worse still, the magical runes of Aerthalen react to him in ways no one can explain. Doors open. Wards twist. Hollows—creatures of broken magic—are drawn to him like a beacon. As ancient secrets resurface and power begins to shift, Ezra realizes he wasn’t brought to Aerthalen by accident. Someone—or something—rewrote the laws of death to bring him here. Now he must master a magic he was never meant to wield, uncover who orchestrated his assassination, and survive the Fifth Bell—an ominous rite whose toll marks the thinning barrier between worlds. Because this world is breaking too. And Ezra might be the only one who can rewrite it.

A lonely girl was deceived into being captured by a race of powerful winged mages to give birth to their kids. The hated fate of their Queen Bee was complicated by the appearance of other more powerful magicians who flew to their colony from another planet. Intro  Welcome to the universe of syrinxes - winged vampires, a multi-gender community. For two thousand years, powerful magicians have been in an endless war with the flesh-eaters Zirux, who outnumber them, so they recruited mortal people to help, colonizing 22 planets and forcing women to give birth to half-breed offspring for the needs of the war. The story begins with the first book, The Syrinxes of Zaria. The action takes place on an abandoned colony seven years away by space ship from the main stronghold of the planet Xantari, ruled by five ancient Archons.

Title: Wall Street Vengeance Genre: Mystery / Crime / Action / Psychological Growth / Revenge Setting: Modern-day New York, where the glittering towers of Wall Street hide a dark underworld intertwined with corrupt politicians and criminal syndicates. At its heart is the "Blue Ocean Project," an illegal biotech experiment protected by powerful figures. Plot Summary: Chapters 1–5: Descent into Darkness Jack Morgan, once a successful investment banker, returns from prison to find his career usurped by Richard Langley. Blacklisted, Jack descends into the city's underbelly, meeting Emily, a hacker, and Isabella, who reveals that the "Blue Ocean Project" is more than just money laundering—it's a dangerous government-sanctioned experiment. Jack suspects he was framed to protect this conspiracy. Chapters 6–10: Shadows and Schemes Discovering Richard’s vast influence over finance, politics, and crime, Jack realizes the danger he faces. Chinatown gang leader Ali pressures them for intelligence on the project. Through violent confrontations, Jack evolves from a corporate elite into a hardened survivor, building his own network of allies and informants. Chapters 11–15: Counterstrike Formation After escaping Ali’s ambush, Jack consults John, a streetwise strategist. With new insights, Jack plans to infiltrate Richard’s empire using Isabella’s connections, gather evidence, and expose the conspiracy publicly. His goal shifts from survival to justice, aiming to dismantle Richard’s empire and reveal the truth behind the Blue Ocean Project. Themes: Survival & Rebirth: Jack’s transformation reflects resilience in adversity. Justice & Vengeance: The moral ambiguity of personal justice when legal systems fail. Power & Corruption: Exposes the collusion between capital, politics, and crime. Trust & Betrayal: Highlights the fragility of trust and the impact of betrayal. Unresolved Questions: What secrets does the "Phoenix Laboratory" hold? Who is John, and what is his past? Will Ali discover Jack’s plan? Does Isabella have hidden motives? Style & Tone: Fast-paced, gritty, and intense, blending sharp dialogue with psychological depth. The narrative contrasts urban decay with corporate opulence, delivering action-packed sequences and intricate schemes. Themes of identity, redemption, and resistance resonate throughout, making Jack a symbol of defiance against systemic oppression.

Juliana never expected to land a scholarship to the most elite high school in the country—Diamond College, a place ruled by billionaires, legacy students, and one queen bee who doesn’t like competition. Armed with talent, grit, and her two best friends—Julius and Juliet—Juliana is determined to prove they belong, no matter what secrets or rivals wait in the shadows. But being the first-ever recipient of the “Exceptional Talent Scholarship” comes with attention… especially from two of the most powerful boys at Diamond: Desmond—the cold and mysterious heir with a hidden past—and Raymond—his charming rival with secrets of his own. As friendships are tested, feelings surface, family drama and dark truths unravel, Juliana must fight for more than just her place at Diamond—she must fight for herself. > Three friends. One school. A thousand secrets. Welcome to Diamond College.

How far can you go to protect the one you love? Warning: Story contains extreme violence, gore and things that might be considered as ra*e. FYI, it won't have much smut scene. Yeah. So don't expect much. Artworks are by Bee

When the coughing urge subsided, Shu Fei exhaled shakily and opened his eyes. Glistening on his sleeve, tissue-thin and fresh, were petals. Crimson flower petals. ----- Shu Fei is an average, edgy high school student who's not like the other guys. He's learnt to keep his head down, avoid attention, and ignore the sharp sting of words...and fists. But when the (rather handsome) class president happens to step in, something inside him starts to unravel, causing him to mysteriously cough flowers. This time, he can't stay quiet.

In a world defined by the "Skills" granted by the enigmatic Earth, young Keal faces the sting of public ridicule. His assigned ability, "Echo Step," appears to be nothing more than a cruel joke—a power that simply makes his footsteps echo. Yet, where others see only a mockery of a skill, Keal's unconventional family sees a hidden universe of potential. His parents, Kiel and Arte, possess their own seemingly "low-tier" abilities, quietly optimized to an astonishing degree, hinting at a secret understanding of the world's most fundamental forces. Driven by his younger brother Blanc's unwavering belief, Keal embarks on an extraordinary path. Not of brute force, but of meticulous study and daring experimentation. What if an echo is more than just sound? What if it's a key to manipulating vibrations, to bending spatial perceptions, to transcending the very laws of motion? Whispers of the ancient "Kelbaraan" myth, a creature of impossible swiftness and silent vanishes, begin to intertwine with Keal's relentless research, suggesting a connection that defies conventional understanding. As Keal pushes the boundaries of "Echo Step," he'll confront a society that dismisses his kind, forcing him to protect his loved ones with an ability no one truly comprehends. Will his quiet dedication unlock a power that redefines not just his own destiny, but the very fabric of skill itself? And what untold secrets does the mysterious Earth truly hold, that allows a seemingly useless echo to resonate with ancient legend?

Chapter 0 – Ashes of a Daughter Place: The Ruined Palace Date: Late winter, Year 768 The palace burned. What once stood tall in white stone and gold banners now crumbled in smoke and ruin. Screams had long faded. Blood dried too fast in the winter wind. The flag of Eltharion lay trampled in the mud, and beneath it all, Vireya stood alone. Her armor was cracked. Her blade, gone. She had killed and bled and shielded—and still, they lost. And yet she stood. On shattered marble steps, her father—the king—watched the last member of his kingdom flicker in the girl before him. He had not fled. He had not begged. But he had not answered her warnings, either. “Do you see it now?” Vireya whispered. Her voice was hoarse from ash and war. “He used us. Everything I said… everything you ignored—” Silence. He didn’t argue. He never had to. He was the king. She was the weapon. She took one step closer. Blood leaked from the cut at her ribs. The world spun. “I’ve fought every battle for you. Spilled every drop they asked.” Her voice softened. “And I came back each time hoping—just hoping—you’d see me.” Still nothing. The wind picked up, bitter and sharp. Her fingers trembled as they reached for her chest plate. She couldn’t breathe. She wasn’t sure she wanted to anymore. “If I were born again,” she said, eyes dull, “would you ever… love me?” He met her gaze, just once. But no answer came. No apology. No denial. Only the quiet shame of a man who realized too late what he had broken. Vireya’s lips trembled with a hollow smile. “That’s what I thought.” Her sword slipped from her hand. “I hope I’m never your daughter again.” And then—her knees gave out. The world tilted. Darkness swelled around the corners of her vision. But just before the fall, she felt arms catch her. Solid, trembling. Too late. She closed her eyes. Place: The Garden of Eltharion Date: Early spring, Year 756 The air was too still. Leaves rustled overhead, casting dappled shadows across her face. The scent of pine and soft earth clung to her skin—but beneath it, the sharp sting of memory. Vireya’s eyes opened slowly. The sky above was too blue. The silence is too clean. No fire. No blood. Her throat ached—dry, parched, and burning like she’d swallowed smoke. She coughed weakly, and her hand flew to her side— But there was no wound. Only the phantom pain of where a blade had once pierced her. The memory of steel sang louder than the wind. She pushed herself upright, limbs trembling. Her body was smaller. Softer. Younger. “No...” The word caught in her throat. Her voice was barely a whisper. The last thing she remembered was dying—falling in her father’s arms after giving up the hope of being loved. And now… this? Footsteps. She flinched instinctively, body coiled for defense. But it was only a girl—barefoot, with soft steps and a plain brown dress. Her maid. Lune. Mute. Loyal. Eyes like dusk, always watching but never judging. Without a word, Lune knelt beside her and gently offered a glass of water. Vireya stared at it for a long moment. In her old life, Lune had been the only one who never asked anything of her. Never spoke behind her back. Never looked away from her. Her fingers shook as she took the cup. The water touched her lips. Cold. Real. “Thank you,” she rasped. Her voice cracked. “You're still here.” Lune only bowed her head, then reached out to brush a leaf from Vireya’s tangled hair. A quiet gesture. Familiar. And just like that, tears pricked behind Vireya’s eyes—but didn’t fall. She drank. Slowly. The water didn't ease the ache in her chest.

At Silvergate University, Amina Njeri is just another broke girl fighting for survival—balancing part-time jobs, overdue tuition fees, and a heart still healing from betrayal. The last thing she expects is to be noticed by the janitor. Quiet, withdrawn, and far too observant, Elijah is unlike anyone she’s ever met. But Elijah Mwangi isn’t who he seems. He’s the hidden heir to a billion-dollar tech empire, living under a false identity after faking his own death to escape a murderous betrayal from within his own family. For years, he’s stayed in the shadows, building power in silence. That is—until Amina stumbles into his life and begins uncovering pieces of his past he’s fought to bury. As secrets rise and love begins to bloom, Elijah must choose between staying hidden or fighting to reclaim the life—and the woman—he once lost. But in a world where lies are currency and love is a weakness, some truths are better left buried.

She married a poor man to escape her powerful family. He married a stranger for money. Neither expected love. Neither knew their lives were about to change forever. Lianne Mwikali is a billionaire heiress hiding behind second-hand clothes and a broken heart. After being betrayed by her fiancé and forced into an arranged marriage by her cold, political family, she makes a desperate choice: marry a random man from the streets of Nairobi. Enter Brian Otieno, a jobless but kind-hearted hustler struggling to survive in Kibera. When a strange woman offers him a marriage contract — one year, no love, monthly payment — he signs, thinking it’s just business. But nothing is ever simple. As they navigate their fake marriage, emotions blur, secrets pile up, and Brian begins to suspect the quiet woman he lives with isn’t who she claims to be. When the truth comes out — that his “broke” wife is one of the richest and most powerful women in East Africa — will their contract survive? Or will love tear it apart?

NO RAPE! MATURE CONTENT/ VIOLENCE BUT NOTHING TOO GORY FOR READERS TO HANDLE. Lilith was a rebellious child while growing up and didn’t have a belief in marriage as she saw it as a fancy prison. She was adopted by Lycan foster parents who saw her as nothing more than a burden. Because she was human, they repeatedly sold her to men seeking mistresses, but each time, she was returned after a single night. At last, she thought she had found an escape, falling for a man who promised her freedom. But instead of a life of love and freedom, she awoke in chains, barely clothed, imprisoned in a room in the pack house of the Alpha Lycan of the Purple Phoenix Pack. Suddenly a voice spoke, “So, you have awoken?” Slithering down her spine like ice water. Never before had mere words unsettled her so, but this one did. It was laced with menace, whispering of danger…of death. As she shifted, pain lashed through her body, sharp and stinging. She winced, squeezing her eyes shut against the agony, only to realize her situation. She was bound, barely clothed, and trapped. How did this happen? She had been on her way to her husband’s house and…oh, no. He had betrayed her! “Who are you?” She demanded, forcing herself to swallow her fear, to summon courage despite the quiver in her voice. She strained to see the source of the voice, but the oppressive darkness yielded nothing. Frustration flared within her. “Humans…” The word dripped with disdain and disgust. “Always asking unnecessary questions.” His hatred was palpable, seething. One wrong word, and he would not hesitate to end her. “Whip her.” Lycans were cursed beasts who rarely had mates. After a hundred years of waiting, the Alpha Lycan was commanded by the gods to take a virgin human bride to conceive an heir. But he despised humans and had no desire to rule with one by his side. So he agreed; he would mate with her, but once she bore his child, she would be discarded. Before she could part her lips to talk, the order was given. The lash struck her back, sharp and searing, and she cried out in agony. … Days passed. The whipping continued, lasting for thirty minutes each day but Alpha Zayd never returned. “Kill her. She is of no use.” He ordered, but instead of despair, something unexpected flared within her…hope. “I will be your slave,” she whispered, forcing the words out. “And I will offer my body only to you, Alpha Zayd.” He stilled. His golden gaze flickered toward her, considering. “Take her to my bed,” he ordered. Then, just as swiftly as he had appeared, he was gone. Determined, Lilith agreed to be his slave but only to find a way to escape and make everyone pay.

I am Mister Saviour, the defender of the damned, the advocate for the forsaken. In the hallowed halls of justice, I wield my extraordinary perceptive intelligence like a sword, slicing through the fabric of lies to expose the truth—so long as that truth serves the guilty. I regard myself as the Saviour of the underworld, a title I wear with pride, but it’s the name that stings: Xavier. Mispronounced, time and again, like a curse that haunts me. Since birth, I’ve been gifted—or cursed, depending on how you see it—with an uncanny ability to know every stranger by name and the darkest secret they carry. It’s a power that has served me well in the courtroom, ensuring that I win every case. But it comes at a price: anyone foolish enough to obstruct my path meets an untimely fate. As I navigate the murky waters of justice, I find myself drawn deeper into a world where morality is a gray haze. Each conversation reveals a hidden truth, each encounter a potential threat. I’ve learned to eliminate those who threaten my mission with ruthless efficiency. But when a formidable new opponent emerges, one who knows my secrets and challenges my beliefs, I must confront not just the darkness outside, but the shadows within. Can I continue to uphold my twisted sense of justice while battling the demons of my own making? Join me on this perilous journey as I strive to reclaim my name, eliminate obstacles, and redefine what it means to be a savior in a world that has lost its way.

" She might not survive this time.." Su Xiangxue could hear the bitterness and pity in the doctor's voice. " It's a pity…she doesn't have to go through this pain. wuwuwuwu…" The old lady cried out while clutching her husband's arm tightly. Su Xiangxue in her comatose state rolled her eyes. People would have thought this woman, who is her mother, loved and cared for her deeply. Only those who had been with her for a long time would know her true character. ' Heh! She isn't concerned about my pain . She just wants me to die. Paying my bills would be too hard for her to do.' " Ah…this girl! We had told her countless times to take it easy, but she wouldn't listen. The bills…how are we going to pay them now…wuwuwuwu.." The old lady said dramatically. " Madam…" The doctor placed her hand on the old lady's shoulders and consoled her. She sympathized with the old lady. It wasn't easy for them to take care of a terminally ill child from childhood up to her adulthood. They had really sacrificed so much. And now the child couldn't repay them back, but just adds more problems. " The fees had already been paid. No need to worry. Someone had already paid for all her treatment. " " What ..? !" The old lady stopped crying instantly, and wiped the tears she had managed to squeeze out of her eyes. " Who paid for it ? " The old man spoke for the first time since he entered the hospital. " Hmm…the information is confidential. I can't say. Although it seems stupid to be paying that huge amount of money to someone who is ninety nine point nine percent not going to open her eyes again." " Doctor…we would leave now, and come back. Our daughter needs our support. But we can't in this state. " The old man said with a small smile as he watched the slow breathing of the woman in bed. " No problem. Let me see you off. " The door of the room opened, and closed a few seconds later. Days passed, and the only people who entered the room were the nurses who came to change the drips and check on the machine keeping her heart beating. Her parents never stepped foot in the room, and she wasn't bothered. She spent days listening to the sounds around her. She was only waiting for the time when her heart would stop beating. A month had passed, surprising the doctor. It was estimated that she could only last for ten days, but here she was still breathing after twenty days of the estimated day. " You are a thorn in my path. Even after everything you still emerge as the winner." A melodic voice, like that of a bird, resounded in the room. ' Ah! She is here. ' One other thing Su Xiangxue did other than listening to sounds was detecting scents. From the scents, she was able to identify who , and the person's gender. The woman, hearing no reply, rummaged through her bag. The next thing Su Xiangxue felt was a sting on her arm, and the flow of some liquid through her vein. " There, let's see if you can survive this. Don't blame me. You made me retort to this method. And moreover I am doing you a favor. Your pain would end soon. " The woman said with a malicious smile on her face. Although Su Xiangxue couldn't see it, she was sure that was the expression on the woman's face. Not long after the woman left , another pair of footsteps walked towards her bed before taking a seat. ' Oh come on! Another person who wants to help me ?!! ' Her body was already feeling numb. Who knows what was poured into her veins? But right now, she was least concerned about it. The pain she was feeling was nerve wracking. " Su Xiangxue…" A manly deep voice called out her name softly. ' What…? He..How dare he !!!' Su Xiangxue was so enraged that her eyelids opened. .