Doki Doki Lit

"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...

On m'a trompée, cheh ~ ne vous inquiétez pas, j'ai cinq hommes qui me chouchoutent. Un homme stoïque qui n'arrive pas à aligner deux phrases ? Je vais le faire rapper, regardez-moi. Un tsundere chaud et froid qui a une langue venimeuse pour le sexe opposé ? Je vais le faire dégouliner de miel par la bouche. Un homme stupide et enfantin ? Regardez comment il flirte avec moi comme un séducteur. Un gentil érudit, toux, il n'est pas si doux avec moi au lit. Un introverti timide ? Regardez-le devenir un loup déguisé en mouton. Su Wan - une femme divorcée de trente ans qui a été trompée par son mari et sa demi-soeur, passe une nuit à boire de l'alcool tout en regardant son ex-mari et sa demi-soeur se ridiculiser. "Ahhh ! Espèce de salaud ! Homme indigne, tu penses que cette vieille ne trouvera plus d'homme ??? Non seulement cette super tante aura un homme ! J'en aurai cinq ! Un pour dormir ! Deux pour rouler et trois pour chouchouter !!" Dans son ivresse, elle s'évanouit pour se retrouver transportée dans un petit village de la Chine ancienne, et cela juste le jour de son mariage avec les cinq frères Lin ! - La couverture ne m'appartient pas, envoyez un courriel à fairy0tail072@gmail.com pour demander sa suppression (je l'ai retouchée)

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!]

“Why didn’t you tell me?” “Tell you what, Richard? What would you have done?” “I don’t know. Apologized sooner? Bought you a burger to make up for it?” Her eyes lit up with fire, “You think what you did to me… you think a burger can make up for it?” her eyes twinkled like she was fighting tears. Did I hurt her that badly? I was just a foolish teenager. “Nita, I am sorry. I was young, I was stupid. I wish I could take it all back and tell you how I feel instead of being a constant jerk to gain your attention.” “How did you feel that would justify what you did to me?” I paused for a minute, finding the words. “I had a huge crush on you at the time. And I didn’t know how to express myself. I was full of myself, I was the school’s ladies' man and the one girl I had eyes for didn’t even care if I existed,”  “And that justified what you did to me? Richard, you broke me. I can forgive you for ‘accidentally’ spilling your ice cream on me, or throwing my due assignment in the toilet, or the gum in my hair, or the glue in my chair but tell me how can I forgive you for what you did that night? Tell me!” “What night? Nita, what are you talking about?” “Remember when you asked me if I knew who sexually assaulted me?” I nodded, but what does that have to do with anything?  The more we spoke, the more confused I became. “You did and I cannot believe that you would stand there and pretend like it didn’t happen!” Nita has spent years trying to forget the torment she endured at the hands of Richard. When her family’s financial ruin forces her into an arranged marriage, she is horrified to find out the groom himself was her bully. Richard, a charming and successful businessman meets the first woman to be repulsed by him. Intrigued, he proposes a deal of a one year marriage of convenience. Navigating life as a couple, old wounds reopen, buried memories surface. As Richard learns more about his wife, he finds that he has enemies that followed him from his past to continuously cloud his wife’s judgement. Will Nita believe the truth and bury old wounds or will the pain of the past prove too strong to heal?

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...

"Fairy, don't be afraid. I'm not the Devil Leader." "But your Blood Sea Phenomena, White Bone Daoist Palace, countless Soul Banners, and your World-Destroying Demon Knife prove that you are a Devil Leader." "Fairy, you've misunderstood me. I'm actually a good person who carries a knife. The one I just killed is the true Devil Leader." "He is my husband!" Ji Changsheng's eyes lit up. It was simply marvelous.

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?

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

In the neon-lit streets of futuristic Neo-Tokyo, Rei Kuroda, a haunted bounty hunter, and Aiko Saito, a skilled hacker with ties to a powerful corporation, cross paths in a dangerous game of cat and mouse. Once lovers torn apart by a devastating war, they now find themselves on opposite sides of a conflict that threatens to unravel the city’s delicate balance of power. As they are forced to confront their past, their rekindled feelings complicate their missions, drawing them into a high-stakes battle against a rogue AI and the dark forces controlling Neo-Tokyo. With every encounter, the line between love and duty blurs, leading them to a final confrontation where they must decide whether to protect the world they once knew or to forge a new future together. Neon Sakura is a gripping tale of romance, action, and redemption, set in a world where technology and humanity collide.

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 ...

« Je te laisserai être sur le dessus dès ce soir, s'il te plaît ne me divorce pas, chéri ! » ----- La vie de conte de fées d'Evelyn a volé en éclats lorsqu'un inconnu a fait irruption, prétendant être la véritable fille de la famille Wright avec des preuves. Ses privilèges enviés ? Envoyés aux oubliettes. Sa réputation immaculée ? Salie. Ses quatre ans de fiançailles ? Brutalement annulées. Mais la plus grande trahison venait de son père autrefois aimant, prêt à la marier pour régler une affaire commerciale – avec un homme deux fois son âge ! Tout le monde dans le cercle a assisté à ce mariage scandaleux, impatients d'assister à la chute de la prétendue fausse héritière. Pourtant, le point culminant n'était pas ce même Evelyn avait anticipé! Zevian Reign, le magnat le plus riche de la nation, connu pour être le fantasme de chaque femme et le cauchemar de tous ses rivaux, a fait une entrée spectaculaire. Son arrivée a stupéfié les invités, mais son souhait effronté fut encore plus surprenant ! Il a demandé avec désinvolture à remplacer le marié et à épouser la magnifique mariée. Personne n'a osé contester, ni n'a eu le courage de lui désobéir. Ils n'avaient d'autre choix que d'assister au mariage. Et c'était l'heure pour Evelyn de sourire en coin, car elle était désormais la femme du diable. Et tous ceux qui l'avaient ruinée, ils paieraient au centuple ! ++++ [Extrait] « Pourquoi larguerais-je mon mari pour un perdant ? » Evelyn rigola en croisant les bras avec défi. « Il est meilleur que lui dans tous les aspects. » Son regard se porta sur son ex-fiancé, non loin de là, et elle continua avec un sourire en coin, « En fait, beaucoup mieux au lit. » Alors que le visage d'Annabelle rougissait de dégoût, Evelyn lui tapota le dos et se pencha pour asséner une autre gifle. « Alors, bonne chance avec lécher mes restes, chère demi-sœur. Il est parfait pour toi. »

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.

Dean Wycliff and Eloise Anette Chereena. Their names are like a beautiful symphony, woven into a sweet high school love story. Everyone envies their togetherness, with laughter that always decorates their days. They are like two perfect puzzle pieces, complementing and strengthening each other. However, life does not always go straight. After graduating from high school, their dreams and ambitions took them on different paths. Eloise, with her charming artistic talent, was accepted into a renowned design college in Turkey. While Dean, with his ambitions in technology, decided to stay in the United States. The separation felt so bitter, like a nightmare come true. Dean felt lonely. The house that used to be filled with Eloise's laughter now felt empty. Thousands of miles separated them, stretching between hope and longing. He spent his nights on video calls, trying to fill the gaping void in his heart. However, a glimmer of new happiness came into his life. Olivia Rosalind, a smart and charming architecture student, began to meet him often on campus. Olivia has a charming smile and a bright aura. Dean's friends even started to match them up. However, Dean's heart was still attached to Eloise. He was not interested in Olivia's charm, even though the girl repeatedly tried to approach him. In Turkey, Eloise's life was no less winding. She found a world of design that was so enchanting, full of color and creativity. In the midst of the hustle and bustle of campus, she met Deniz Ansel Ghaziy, a handsome and talented design student. Deniz had a charisma that was hard to resist. He was always there for Eloise, helping her with her college assignments and keeping her company. Every night, Eloise stared at the Istanbul sky lit by stars. She thought of Dean, his smile, his crisp laughter, and all the beautiful memories they had shared. She tried to remember their promise to be faithful, the promise to never give up on their love. But she felt a tremor every time her eyes met Deniz's.

Elara, a young painter known for her extraordinary talent and calm demeanor, stumbles upon a mysterious crystal orb while shopping with her vibrant best friend, Sienna. Drawn to its otherworldly beauty, she takes it home, intending to create a masterpiece for her upcoming art auction. But as she finishes her sketch, the orb unleashes a surge of light and transports her into a breathtaking world she thought only existed in her imagination—a realm of shimmering crystal forests, star-lit lakes, and magical secrets.

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?

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.

[DROPPED] My name is [REDACTED]. I was just a normal, job-seeking guy who had just finished his undergraduate study and was hopeful of becoming a useful member of society. However, the job market in this current economy was quite harsh, and competition was at an all-time high. Thus... I remained unemployed for almost half a year. As usual, I was on a job hunting spree, hoping to finally find or land a job that would hire the poor me. However, fate had other plans for me... and I died, getting run over by a large truck. I thought I was dead, but... I soon woke up inside a test tube, surrounded by white-coated scientists in a dimly lit laboratory. I was confused, as I realized that my body, from head to toe, was covered with some sort of dark material that fit my skin quite tightly, as if I was wearing a skin-tight suit from a superhero comic. But... I wasn’t a superhero. “Good morning, Subject... No... Grunt No. 703.” I was just one of the supervillain's Grunts. [STATUS: DROPPED] Reason: - Trash writing in general - Pacing like a crippled snail - Overall a misaligned of what I had envisioned in my head

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.

Travelling through worlds sounds fun. To Xu Yichen, it was supposed to be just that. Fun. But like the sun that little cannon fodder was, he lit up his world, pulled him to his gravity until he has no choice but to orbit around around him. He wonders just what shadow this bright little sun tries to cast away. Stars cast lights from miles away yet behind the glamour are dead ball of rocks that has lost it's shine. What is left in the human eyes are nothing but the light they once shines. Cradling the youth in the palm of his hand, Xu Yichen swore to make sure, his little sun continues to light up his world.

Annette était une demi-sang rebelle, mais elle a eu la chance de trouver un compagnon. Elle pensait être bénie par la Déesse de la Lune. Cependant, un jour, elle ouvrit la porte de son compagnon et le vit au lit avec sa meilleure amie. À ce moment-là, elle s'effondra, son cœur se brisa. Elle sortit de la chambre en désespoir de cause. Annette choisit alors l'Alpha de la meute la plus puissante, Connor. Elle voulait l'utiliser pour se venger de son compagnon, mais Connor vit clair dans son jeu. Il ne permettrait pas à une rebelle de faire cela, et sa propre vengeance commença également.

She stood at the porch glaring into the partially lit outdoors, the full moon ... the sound of the wind soughing through the trees... Birds chirping. She exhales opens the door and walks in, sounds coming from the tv she switches it off

In the neon-lit streets of Night City, where corporations and gangs rule with iron fists, two women from opposing worlds find their paths intertwined in a dangerous game of power, loyalty, and love. two lover navigate their fraught relationship—one built on trust, betrayal, and mutual desire. In a city where loyalty is as fragile as the flickering lights that bathe its streets, Elsa and Isabela’s forbidden romance will test them both, pushing them to make choices that could alter the future of Night City itself.

"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 the shadows of England’s bustling cities lies a world of clandestine operations and high-stakes heists, where one man has carved out a name as a master of the trade. Abandoned by his family and raised under the ruthless guidance of Amelia Jin—the world’s most infamous tomb raider—he has spent years perfecting his craft, slipping in and out of history’s most guarded places without a trace. But now, at just 24, he is ready to leave his homeland behind, setting his sights on his boldest conquest yet—the legendary tombs of ancient Egypt. Before he can even reach the sands of the Pharaohs, danger closes in. An ambush on a midnight bus proves that someone already knows what he is after, and they will do anything to stop him. Forced to rely on the brutal lessons drilled into him by Amelia, he narrowly escapes, but his enemies are relentless. A shadowy woman in black orchestrates his downfall from the darkness, her motives as mysterious as the ancient secrets he seeks. With law enforcement tightening its grip and an unseen force pulling the strings, he disappears into the neon-lit underbelly of Birmingham’s nightlife, calling in favours from old allies. But as the puzzle pieces shift, one truth becomes terrifyingly clear—this is more than a simple treasure hunt. The deeper he goes, the more he realises that the past does not stay buried, and some doors, once opened, can never be closed. As he prepares to set foot in Egypt, betrayal, ancient mysteries, and a hunt unlike any other await. But this time, it is not just treasure hidden beneath the sands—it is something far more dangerous. And it is waiting for him.

**unedited version-I will release the edited one soon** y/n erased her own memory in an attempt to leave behind her tumultuous past and start anew. All she could recall was a brief but intense fling with Tom Riddle, where shadows danced and dark arts whispered temptations at midnight. Leaving behind Evergreen, her heart shattered and the weight of her dark history, she stepped into the hallowed halls of Hogwarts, where hope flickered like candlelight. It wasn't long before she crossed paths with Draco Malfoy, the embodiment of danger wrapped in charm. Their fiery confrontations crackled with tension, each argument laced with unspoken desire. What started as battles of wits and sharp words quickly ignited into a passionate affair. Stolen glances turned into heated touches in dimly lit corridors, where secrets intertwined with secrets, and lies dripped like honey from their lips. Each encounter burned brighter than the last, a whirlwind of thrilling passion and unyielding attraction that left them breathless and wanting more. As they danced on the edge of chaos, y/n realized that love might just be the most dangerous magic of all.

[ON HIATUS. Book will resume at some point.] "Princess?" A young man entered the dimly lit room. "I'm not a fucking princess! Get this in your fucking head, dumb bastard! And tell this to the rest of these crazy family members! Lemme get outta here!" She yelled while twisting around her wrist, trying to get off the ropes that were holding her back from throwing a punch at these people who kept visiting her one by one. Her so-called family. "But YOU ARE a princess." Yuden amplified the fact that she was indeed Princess Zahra. The young man smiled softly at her although the smile didn't reach his eyes. His eyes were just cold yet they had some sort of fire in them that might as well burn the person in front just by his gaze. "Should I untie you? You seem in pain," he walked closer to her. "Ha! Do you even know what pain is? Pain is you, your whole bullshit, this house, these people!" "I didn't allow you to be so rude, Princess Zahra," Yuden's eyebrows furrowed, his smile fading. Synopsis: Tiana's idyllic life as a nomad is shattered when she arrives at the capital, she is declared to be the missing princess of Averlyon! Thrown into the glamour and wealth of the royal palace, she soon realizes that something dark lurks underneath the pretty smiles and graceful curtsies. As she struggles to come to terms with her new identity, her old life seems to call her back. Years after Tiana’s disappearance, Crown Prince Yuden is still waiting for her. However, he can no longer ignore his duty. He finally agrees to marry her younger sister Layla to secure the alliance between Averlyon and Yurania. As he prepares to slip the ring on Layla's finger, a man appears and announces that the princess has been found! Although Yuden found his long lost fiancée, she was nothing like what he expected her to have become! [Webnovel Spirity Awards 2024 Entry] ONLY 18+: Violence, triggers, and disturbing scenes (No rape). A happy ending guaranteed! Don’t forget to support for more chapter release!

"Congratulations, you have been chosen as host of the Doki Doki Dating System!" He was someone who could barely talk to a woman, but then he suddenly received a dating system. Did that mean his life would change? But why don't these girls seem like they're from a dating system? Will he be able to escape with his life? ------------------------------------------------------------------- Come follow me on twitter: https://twitter.com/DXHaseoXD Discord: https://discord.gg/BGrNgsbXXG

"In a City of Neon and Shadows, Trust is the Most Dangerous Game." In the neon-lit labyrinth of Neo-Seoul, a futuristic utopia tainted by technological crime and social disparity, elite secret agent Sa Jiho crosses paths with Yeo Nari, a brilliant hacker haunted by a dark past. When Nari steals classified data from Aurora Systems, she inadvertently draws the attention of the Black Lotus, a ruthless crime syndicate threatening the city's fragile order. Tasked with investigating Black Lotus' escalating cyberattacks, Jiho relentlessly pursues Nari, only to find himself forced into an uneasy alliance after a deadly ambush leaves them fighting for survival. Together, they uncover the syndicate's sinister plan to hijack NeuroLink, a neural implant network that would grant them control over the minds of Neo-Seoul’s citizens. In a world where trust is a rare commodity, Jiho is torn between duty and his growing feelings for Nari, while she struggles to confront the ghosts of her past. As betrayal and desire collide, their partnership is tested in a high-stakes battle against time. Will they sacrifice everything to stop Black Lotus, or will the lure of power and vengeance consume them both? "Neon Tango" is a gripping tale of action, intrigue, and romance set in a world where reality itself can be rewritten with a single keystroke.

"It was fast, dark, it had teeth so long they look unhuman. I don't know what it was" Evelyn said. She sat in a small table with her knees. Eric was with her sitting in an embarrassing way. They sat across a woman who looked like she was blind. Man why were they here. She had work but Eric forced them here. The old lady added herbs and water other undefined stuff and a string of her hair. The bowl with the things lit up in blue fire she said same weird stuff and looked at me "tell me granny, what do you see" Eric said She pointed at Evelyn and said only one thing "they're coming for you" 'okay I'm done' Evelyn thought getting up abruptly. Wanting nothing more than to leave

In a dimly lit room, a nameless individual awakens with no memory of their past, their identity, or how they arrived in this strange place. The only clues are a cryptic note reading, "To find yourself, you must first lose yourself," a rusted key etched with the word Eldridge, and a photograph of blurred faces that stir a fleeting sense of recognition. Guided by the key’s mysterious pull, they embark on a journey through shifting hallways, otherworldly libraries, and fragmented realities. Each step brings them closer to uncovering the truth about Eldridge, a name that appears to hold the key to their identity—but the truth is far more complex than they could have imagined. As they piece together fragments of a life they no longer remember, they encounter haunting figures, cryptic messages, and a growing realization that Eldridge is not a place but something far more personal. The journey challenges their understanding of reality, forcing them to confront their deepest fears and the fractured nature of their soul. Who Am I is a gripping tale of identity, memory, and self-discovery. As the protagonist ventures deeper into the unknown, they must grapple with the question that binds us all: Are we defined by our past, or do we have the power to redefine ourselves in the face of the truth?