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Caden is an ordinary young man—or so it seems. For weeks, his nights have been haunted by enigmatic dreams in which a mysterious woman warns him of an imminent danger. When his life takes a sudden turn, he discovers that he possesses an elemental power, an ancient energy symbolized by a zodiac mark on his body. Yet one detail haunts him: he knows he wasn’t born with this mark, and his past before the age of nine is a complete blank. In his search for answers, Caden encounters others who bear similar marks, each tied to an elemental power and representing a zodiac sign. These chosen ones, known as the Zodiac Mages, are guardians of a fragile balance, but their unity shattered years ago. Now, their powers have become the target of those willing to go to any lengths to claim them. To counter this growing threat, Caden sets out to rebuild the Brotherhood of Zodiac Mages. Together, they must overcome their differences, restore the harmony of old, and face an enemy whose strength is beyond imagination. But every alliance comes with its own risks: caught between friendship and betrayal, Caden must discern allies from foes and uncover the truth about his own origins.

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

A posh boy and a ‘no fucks given’ Billionaire.  “Get on your knees and suck me off, like a good boy."  ******* When his grandfather passed away, Brandon knew he had to do everything to make sure that his family company was in good hands, and by good hands, he meant his.  Arrangement set up for the inheritance demanded, Brandon moved to another country and countering a man as a love interest, which was completely unnecessary because he was not gay. But was his answer taken as it should have been? Absolutely not. As the days to fulfill the condition fly by and Killian and Brandon get closer, things start to blend in and out at the same time, they too break apart. With the sudden presence of the faces from the past and Brandon’s continuous doubt about his sexuality, would he actually be able to receive unconditional love for once?  [ Morally gray hero, dark romance, hero obsessed, boys love, LGBTQ+, gay romance, romance] 

The ascension pill tribulation descended, and when Zhu Fei woke up, he found himself reborn into the body of a wasteful illegitimate son from a prominent family. Facing the bullying and provocation of others, will he still remain timid and weak like before? Faced with his frailty, what changes will he make? See how a useless person counters all odds, and step by step, with an arrogant and domineering posture, ultimately reaches the pinnacle!

In the neon of blue and purple, under the thick steel sky, at the forefront of this surge of data, lies the world post-tech revolution. It's also the dividing line between reality and illusion. Steel and flesh, past and future. In this place, the world outside and inside coexist. Everything in front of us feels like a wall of time within reach. The darkness is slowly creeping in. But hey, my friend, you gotta know, we can't just counter darkness with softness. Gotta use fire.

People often say when men reach middle age, their looks and strength deteriorate. Amelia Clarke doesn't think so. At least, not for Owen Turner. Even in middle age, he’s still exceptionally striking and strong. Owen Turner countered, saying: “I'm only thirty-five, nowhere near middle-aged.” … Owen Turner, born into a distinguished family, self-made founder of the Boway Group, a huge influencer in commercial circles. When people talk about him, they describe a mature, serious, and austere entrepreneur with an unfathomable background. Such a solemn and almost harsh successful man has, in an uncharacteristic twist, taken a young bride fourteen years his junior. Amelia Clarke, a resilient grass that sways in the storm, became the envy of everyone overnight after marrying into a well-known affluent family. … Rumors circulate that Mrs. Moreland is a vixen who has seduced the upstanding, self-disciplined Mr. Turner. Further rumors suggest that Mr. Turner is absolutely smitten with his young wife. During an interview. The host asked, “People say Mr. Turner married Mrs. Moreland because she's young and beautiful. Is that true? Besides beauty, does she have any other merits?” Owen Turner responded, “I love her, whether she is beautiful or not, I would have married her regardless. She doesn't need to have any merits. Loving me is her greatest merit.” The unsuspecting host swallowed the unexpected response and continued, “When did Mr. and Mrs. Moreland first meet? How did you meet?” Owen Turner said, “The first meeting was fifteen years ago…” The host: “…” Fifteen years ago, he saved her life. Fifteen years later, he asked for her to share her life with him. … The twenty-one year-old Amelia Clarke became the beloved darling of the Campbell family. Old Lady Moreland said, “Emma dear, quickly finish your bird's nest soup.” Old Master Moreland said, “Emma dear, this ancestral bracelet is for you.” Mr. Campbell said, “Emma dear, here's a card for you. Buy whatever you want, don't worry about the cost.” Third Uncle Moreland said, “Jacob, you better not bully Emma. Otherwise your Third Aunt-in-law and I won't let you off!” Third Aunt Moreland said, “Hmm hmm hmm!” Uncle Moreland said, “I don't have much to offer, but I can provide you with two bodyguards. They can hold their own in a fight.” Amelia Clarke said, “…” Is all this fuss necessary just because I’m pregnant? [A one-to-one, sweet love story of a marriage in a wealthy family]

“I never spent a dime from your debt, you both lost it gambling always…” Another slap landed on Astrid's face and this came from none other than her dad, Josh. “You ungrateful brat, it's only the request I am pleading for,” Josh let out and then a sardonic smile escaped her lips. She wiped the tears from her face and now stood from the ground. “I am not going to get married to a man old enough to be my father.” she declared firmly this time not avoiding eye contact with her dad that much. “What?” Josh's voice countered. “Why for once can't you love me?” She cried out her hands moving to her chest as she tried to hold in her tears. Josh moved closer to her, lifting her by her chin roughly, “Then do this one favor for me and save us from losing everything I have ever worked for,” His voice was a bit calm but stern, one could tell he didn't care about Astrid. ******** Astrid Daniels who is hated by everyone and is known as the faso of family is forced to get married to the man arranged by her father to protect his company from plummeting and also help in paying his debt. She refused but then was told by her dad that he would help pay for her mum’s surgery if she was doing his wish. Since she was a high school drop she couldn't get a good job to pay for her mum's surgery so she needed to agree to her dad’s proposal. On the day of her wedding ceremony with the older man, things turn around when she goes into the wrong hall and gets married to one of the richest men in their city and also her crush. What fate do you think awaits her?

Hi, I’m Liam Remmick, and this is the story of how I killed my father, Steve Nazar—a total douche bag. If you’re gonna listen, I better start from the beginning. Don’t worry about spoilers; I don’t care if I ruin a thing or two. My mom, Shayla Remmick, left me at a young age, and I’ve been fending for myself ever since. She died when I was ten, so yeah, you can guess the rest. Unlike other kids with amazing dads, mine’s an absolute asshole. He fucked my mom, rejected her when she got pregnant, and then tried to eliminate us. Nice guy, right? Mom died protecting me from his assassins. Father of the year. After her death, I bounced between foster homes until they got tired of me. Now, I live in a cave with bats instead of cockroaches—it’s a win, right? I’ve learned to handle them. When I’m not eating bat meat, I hunt for mushrooms, snails, and wild boars—though I’ve only caught broken bones so far. Don’t judge me; I’m an eleven-year-old living alone. ……………………………..✍️ A blond-haired man in his fifties stands combat-ready, wielding a sword against a grey-haired man. The grey-haired man, Seth, has a one-bladed scythe floating beside him. “Each time we do this, you’re always the one on the ground. Don’t you think you should give up?” Seth asks, smirking. “This time will be different. I’ll wipe that smirk off your face, Seth,” Steve replies. Their blades clash, sparks flying as they exchange blows. “You’re still as reckless as ever, Steve,” Seth says, dodging a wild swing. “And you’re still as arrogant,” Steve retorts, landing a kick that Seth barely blocks. The two combatants dance across the battlefield, their movements lightning-fast. Seth summons a swirling vortex of shadows, attempting to ensnare Steve. But Steve counters with his “Ten Thousand Swords” technique, unleashing a barrage of sword strikes that shred the shadows. Seth leaps back, avoiding the attacks by mere inches. “You’ve improved.” Steve sneers. “Not enough to take you down?” Seth smiles grimly. “We’ll see.” With a swift gesture, Seth unleashes a wave of dark energy. Steve counters with his sword, channeling a burst of light energy. The two forces collide, unleashing a shockwave that shakes the ground. Their battle rages on, neither warrior yielding. …………………………….. ✍️ Welcome back. This story isn’t about them; it’s about me. You’ll meet them soon enough. So, do I have your attention? Good! Isn’t this a story you want to see to the end? Let’s begin. Oh, and this story’s called Shadow.

"i'm never letting you go, let that stick to your brain and remain there forever", he coldly whispered in her ears. Ann Williams, a prestigious billonaire mafia heiress elopes from her home to avoid responsibilities of being the heiress as she is the Mafia King's daughter. She was once in love with her college mate, Callis but he rejects her love and breaks her heart, she gets over him only for him to later develop strong feelings for her and forces her to accept but she refuses to be trashed around. He leaves her but not after telling her " run away". And if he caught her he'll never let her go. Ann comes across her middle class friend, Veda. They both work together. Calli never completely leaves her as he comes back later to her when she is in desperate need for help to win her love but he is not the only one as there is a third person in the picture with motives which later turns to love and they are now in a complicated love triangle. Read and enjoy the adventurous romance between the mafia Queen, Ann, Calli's Ambrosio and Josh Thornton, who will win her heart? will she have to accept her fathers command to be the mafia queen or does both men have ulterior motive for getting involved with her? will love counter revenge?, mind blowing love story and twist in the characters relationship. Volume one: Love triangle of Ann, Calli and Josh. Volume two: a prestigious pauper ( Veda and Stephen). Volume three: The CEO crazy contracted wife.

On Saturday, I went to an Internet café in the city center of H with A Yong for a gaming session. When making the payment, I was questioned by the cashier for using Huabei. In response to my polite query, she and the boy next to her sneered and whispered. The staff at the counter just carried on with their fun, ignoring us, and our good mood was instantly ruined.

Freya Lenore, once a fearsome assassin, is now stuck managing the wild, unpredictable antics of Nevaris Vale, the youngest trillionaire in history. Nevaris is a master of business deals... when he's not distracted by his next bizarre idea or trying to launch another ridiculous project. From hoverboard racing leagues to random "visionary" investments, Nevaris somehow makes chaos seem charming, leaving Freya to clean up the mess. Tasked with keeping him on track and in check, Freya is the no-nonsense counter to Nevaris' childish brilliance. His immature quirks might make her roll her eyes, but behind the scenes, she's the one who keeps Titan Vale Corporation running smoothly. Despite her cold, professional exterior, Freya finds herself constantly pulled into Nevaris' whirlwind of eccentricity - and, maybe just maybe, a bit of unexpected affection. In this fun, action-packed, and hilariously awkward corporate romance, follow Freya's perspective as she navigates the madness of being Nevaris' assistant. Between keeping his outlandish schemes from blowing up and managing his (often childish) mood swings, Freya is starting to wonder if she's fallen for the chaos itself. Is it love or just another absurd deal? With Nevaris at the helm, anything's possible - and that's exactly what scares her. Join Freya as she tries to keep her cool, her sarcasm sharp, and her patience intact in a world where every deal could go too far.

Crazy forbidden love and passion, had driven Lilith out of Salem, the home of witches, the only home she had known for years. Birthing a human in the witches’ world was considered a curse to them because of the legend they believed in, which went like this “when humans came, died witches fame. The watchers intervened, extinguishing both their flames” this led them to believing that humans would be the reason for their downfall and the wiping out of their clan by the watchers. She is banished to live and suffer in the contemporary world amongst the humans whom she was so much drawn to, all the while taking care of her only son. Lilith successfully learns to hide her true identity from the humans, while protecting her son from both enemies within and without. However, being secretive is always considered suspicious anywhere be it humans or witches. Therefore calamity was bound to occur. Will she be able to overcome these hardships? Or will her son become her legacy, her reason to enact revenge upon the witches, for the deathly suffering they both were subjected to? Armaros: “Armaros” meaning curse, the name given to him by the witches after his mother Lilith, had disobeyed the very laws that governed their world. Though at a young age, he couldn't understand why he was mocked for his hair and eye color, he soon grew to understand why and what they stood for. The witches claimed to be the superior race, yet the elders from their clan refused to closely approach him, making him wonder why, after all he was only but a feeble, harmless human. Forces beyond human and witches reality, soon begin unfolding like little rose petals before his eyes, making him question his mother on the true origins of his birth. When he finds out, will he be able to accept this new identity and carry on the burden that drags alongside it? Or will he keep seeking revenge for the shame that was brought by the witches upon his mother, slowly driving him into irredeemable darkness? Or thus will "love”, the reason for his mother's suffering be a firm support to him, helping him lighten the weight of the burden he carries? Excerpt In the contemporary world: The last bell to end the classes for the day rang, and a black haired boy picked up his bag heading outside the school dormitory, while four other students accompanied him as they spoke to each other on their separate ways home. Armaros soon arrived at his destination, looking around, before calling out, “Mother, mother I'm back” but there was no reply so, he went into the kitchen where she was usually always at, either cooking or cleaning. On getting there, the pungent smell of blood welcomed him and he looked below the kitchen counter to see his mother’s throat slit and her eyes staring at him with a hollowness in there. Beside her body lay a letter which read "from your loving….. find out yourself” with a smirking sticker glued beside the letter. *** Female lead will be introduced later in the book. Please feel free to drop reviews on this book and vote if you want. For updates and more information, reach out to author on; Email: justtrouble021@gmail.com Instagram: just_trouble45 Discord: Just_trouble#3566 You can also join our discord server to discuss this book and many more with other readers, when you follow my Instagram page and click on the discord link in my bio.

When creatures thought to be mythical suddenly begin an assault on Earth, the world's nations band together to devise a plan to counter them. Some share information on building powerful weapons, while others provide manpower. Unfortunately, humanity does not stand a chance against an enemy that has been hiding since ancient times. Driven into a corner, humans retreated into Undercity, the last stronghold of the human race. Due to its location in a large underground cavern, Undercity has managed to avoid destruction. Here, civilians can live fairly normal lives, and some have forgotten about the war. A group of scholars devised a method to mimic the abilities of mythical creatures, but learning to use them effectively and safely proved difficult, so they locked away all their research. Theo has only his mother left and is terrified of losing her. Desperate to protect her, he dedicates all his free time to researching the scholars who founded Undercity, hoping to unearth the secrets they left behind. One day, he finds an old rusty dagger hidden in the hollowed-out hollowed-out pages of an encyclopedia printed before the start of the war. This dagger held many secrets, and Theo lost his head while decyphering them. "It's time to go for a midnight walk." "Reap a soul within 4 hours." "Where's your head?"

Sebastian and Rezel are two teenagers with no problem who both study at the same history university. Both passionate about military history, these two friends complement each other although they disagree on certain points. However Rezel finds his daily life boring to the point of wishing to want to reincarnate in a world at war where he can experience what the ideal life is according to his fantasm. Things that Ares the god of war will grant by making him die before bringing him back to the Duchy of Elysion with only one goal. Create the biggest mayhem this world had never seen and make the war that not end wars. To counter him Athena decide to use his best friend Seb as an assassin and sent him to the same world with only one goal, Kill Ares Champion and prevent the world to fall underchaos. Seb accept gladly since he too want a little more action in his life. But Both of them doesn't even know each other involvment in this game between gods.

Eisley Sawyer was promised to Magnus Sawyer by her mother at a tender age for marriage. However, Magnus turned out to be far from a loving husband. He is one to cheat and beat her up, whether she was at fault or not. Desperate to escape this nightmare, Eisley overheard the local wives discussing a notorious gangster and businessman coming to town. This man, Irwin Kent, happened to be her husband's boss—a man known for having any woman he desired, even those married to his employees. Eisley saw in Irwin a man more powerful than her husband, presenting her with a potential escape route. But how long could she rely on this path without falling for her saviour? EXTRACT: Magnus gazed at Irwin, then dropped to his knees. "Forgive me, but she's all I have. I can't lose her. I love her so much. Please, let her come back to me." Irwin leaned back, eyes fixed on the ceiling as the smoke from his cigarette clouded his view. "She wants a divorce." A heavy silence filled the room. Irwin sat up, scrutinizing Magnus, who remained on his knees, utterly bewildered. "My wife is still very young and naive." "Is she? She strikes me as quite bold and wise," Irwin countered, "She's my type," he added, biting his lower lip with a smirk that made Magnus furious. "Sir, Eisley is my whole life!"

Once upon a gacha time during the 2020s, there was a game with a low player-base called 'Zenith Girls', an idle tactical gacha game most fitting for males to play. From the game name itself, it's because there were only female characters, except for its mc, an unplayable male character, as if being the only man in the whole world of the game. But players, be it the f2ps, p2ws, whales or the krakens; they still enjoy the game because of these four reasons: First, the anime-style was quite nostalgic, with dynamic blends that makes the characters feel more high quality and lively. Second, is the right amount of indecency that makes players lick their phones when no one is watching. Third, is its super unique playstyle that totally separates it from the typical idle rpg. And lastly, is that the game is blessed with a lovable story. It was suppose to be a diamond-of-a game, but strangely it never received the right attention. Khelzan was one of the players in this low player-base game. He works two part-time jobs the whole day while playing the game at the same time, sleeping for just 5 hours (he actually was surviving and looked healthy enough) just so he could maintain his top 20 status in his server. Top 20 seemed far, but there is one strange thing in the server he is in: even at the infancy day of the newborn server it is already filled with the battle of "who gets to buy more packs" and "who can counter who" and "guild-leader wannabes", as if wasting time and money for an irrelevant online game status that for most, deemed as useless. However, for Khelzan, it was his everything. Well it became his everything after he already spent half of his 'secret money' just at the first day. Now he has nothing to lose, except his status in this game. He is living as he wants to. However, one item changed it all. #This is my first time, wish me luck! #Cover is actually AI generated from chatgpt lols

Warning! Mature Content Hernia is his to care for and he doesn’t care what the world thinks of that. >>>>>>> “We could date instead,” Hermia suggested, her voice laced with uncertainty. “I don’t date,” Niklaus replied coldly, his piercing gaze unwavering. Hermia blinked, caught off guard. “So it has to be marriage?” she asked, her tone laced with disbelief. “Yes,” he deadpanned, not a hint of hesitation in his voice. Her frustration bubbled over. “But we don’t even know each other!” she whined, throwing her hands up in exasperation. Niklaus leaned forward, his dark eyes gleaming. “I don’t need to know you, Mia,” he said, his voice dipping into a deep, dangerous tone. “When I can feel you… that’s enough for me.” She inhaled sharply, her heart hammering in her chest. “That’s not enough for me,” she countered, her voice firm but trembling slightly. His expression softened, and his next words wrapped around her like a promise. “I would forever cherish you, adore you, and treat you like the rarest gem. I would never let you shed a single tear of pain.” Her resolve wavered, but she shook her head and pushed back. “We’re not getting married, Shark. Just go.” But instead of leaving, he smirked, leaning back with a confidence that rattled her. “I’ll be waiting.” Hermia groaned, exasperated. “Nik, you’re hardly doing any waiting. You’re all over me! We live together, work together, eat together—you’re always here!” Niklaus’s voice dropped to a whisper, raw and pleading. “Then just keep me forever, Mia.” She froze, his honest, vulnerable eyes piercing through every defense she had built. Her heart quivered as she felt the weight of his words sink in. She didn’t know what to do. >>>>>>>> To the world, Niklaus Hathaway is ruthless—a man who takes what he wants, no matter the cost. But for Hermia, the girl who’s lost everything, he’s something else entirely: her unlikely savior whom she couldn’t blindly trust. He’s ruthless to everyone—except her. Niklaus Hathaway doesn’t date. He doesn’t waste time. He only wants what’s his. When Hermia steps into his life, he makes one thing clear: if she won’t marry him, she’ll work for him. Keeping her close is his only goal, and no amount of gossip, jealousy, or family betrayal will change that. But Hermia’s life isn’t as simple as working for the powerful CEO who’s claimed her as his. With an evil stepsister and manipulative parents determined to ruin her happiness, Hermia must fight for her place in a world that seems determined to push her out. Niklaus declared her his from the beginning—and he’ll stop at nothing to protect her, no matter the cost Love has never been this dangerous.

*****Excerpt***** “Don’t,” she whispered, her words shaky and desperate. “Please, Raph, don’t.” “Don’t what?” he murmured, his lips brushing her collarbone now. “This isn’t right. We shouldn’t…” “But we have,” he countered, his voice unwavering. Her knees threatened to give way, her strength faltering against the onslaught of sensation. She felt his hands on her shoulders, firm but not unkind, as he turned her to face him. Her heart hammered wildly as he lifted her with ease, placing her on the edge of his desk. He parted her legs with his hands and stepped between them, his large hands bracketing her waist. Their faces were inches apart, his breath warm against her lips. Her senses were drowning in him, in the heat of his body and the sheer magnetism of his gaze. “Tell me to stop,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “And I will. I’ll let you go and never ask this of you again. But it’s your choice, Natalie. Only yours.” Her mind screamed at her to end it, to take the out he offered. But her body betrayed her, leaning into him, craving his touch. He held her steady, his patience unnerving, as though he knew she would falter. “I’m waiting, Nat,” he urged, his voice softening, though his grip on her remained firm. “Raphael…” Her voice was a breathless plea, her will crumbling. “Yes, sweetheart?” Her hands found their way to his shoulders, clutching at the fabric of his shirt. She couldn’t stop the words that slipped from her lips, nor could she deny the truth in them. “Make love to me.” A dark smile curved his lips as he claimed her mouth in a kiss that stole her breath. “Good choice,” he whispered against her skin. “Because I wasn’t planning on letting you go.” *****Synopsis***** Raphael Emberlin, the Duke of Barrington, and his maid, Natalie Scott, are kidnapped while on a journey. After escaping their captors, they find themselves in a strange, unfamiliar land far from home. Everything around them is different, from the language to the people, and they must find their way back, all while learning to navigate the challenges of being stuck with each other. Raphael, used to being in control, struggles to trust anyone, especially Natalie. However, as they travel together, he begins to see her in a new light—her strength, courage, and ability to handle tough situations. On the other hand, Natalie has to deal with Raphael’s arrogance and pride, but she also notices his vulnerability and starts to understand him better. As they journey through this unknown world, their relationship starts to change. What began as a forced partnership slowly grows into something deeper. They each discover new strengths within themselves and each other. By the time they finally return home, they are left wondering whether they can go back to their old lives or if the journey has changed them forever.

My new villain novel: Project: Demonic Skeleton Lord Just a warning the first few chapters may be worse because I wrote them when I couldn't write well but in my opinion 18+ chapters will be much better than the previous ones, please give it a chance. I was pretty inspired by ORV to begin with, so if that bothers you you can leave. Because I've been annoyed by people who've read 5 chapters and say it's a copy. The first 7 chapters it's going to be very similar to 40 chapters it's going to be a little bit similar and then not at all. Bob Reloud was a strange kid—psychopathic, autistic, and introverted. On the surface, he didn't fit the typical image of a psychopath, but when he got angry, he became something else entirely: a bloodthirsty predator, driven purely by instinct. The first sign of his violent nature emerged in kindergarten when he was just five. A classmate destroyed his favourite toy car, a cherished gift from his grandfather. Enraged, Bob's face turned red, and foam gathered at the corners of his mouth. In a fit of uncontrollable fury, he gouged the boy's eye, causing severe injuries that left the child hospitalized for a week. His parents, horrified, took him to a psychiatrist who reviewed footage of the incident. But when the psychiatrist met Bob, he found a calm, seemingly ordinary autistic boy. After weekly sessions revealed nothing abnormal beyond his autism, the psychiatrist concluded that it was an isolated incident—a strange, unexplainable outburst. However, Bob's parents remained cautious, assigning him a special tutor and treating him with apprehension, afraid to provoke another violent episode. One evening, his father came home drunk, as he often did, and began his habit of throwing insults at Bob's mother. Bob had grown accustomed to these rants. Afterward, his father sat down to watch football. Bob, fiddling with a stolen phone, accidentally blasted music at full volume. Bob’s dad started beating him, and his mom tried to calm him down, but it was too late. Bob became extremely angry, went into his psycho mode, and murdered his parents. Officer Danzel responded to the call. Breaking down the door, he was met with a chilling scene: a boy covered in dried blood, sitting calmly on the couch, the decomposing corpses of his parents beside him. "Don't move, or I'll shoot!" Danzel barked, his hand on his gun. Bob raised his hands. Danzel covered up the murders, taking Bob under his wing. Over the years, he moulded Bob into a spy and assassin—a tool for his purposes. Bob excelled at killing, but he despised espionage, finding it tedious. Worse still, Danzel kept him trapped, threatening to expose his past if he ever tried to leave. Eventually, Bob devised a plan to free himself. Over months, he deliberately botched missions, creating enough trouble to provoke Danzel's wrath. Finally, Danzel snapped. Now, Bob stood on the subway platform, a grin on his face and a backpack on his shoulders. For the first time, he felt free. Boarding the train, Bob heard the powerful voice of the demon. The apocalypse was about to begin, and his story could finally unfold.

Divine Martial Continent — a land where only the strongest will prevail, where Warriors are born, each tied to an innate Warrior Soul of a single element. With the nature of the five elements acting as counters to each other, it was only natural that fire and ice are at odds. Amongst all Warriors, a genius was born. He was blessed with both the Immemorial Ice Crystal and Flaming Sacred Body, destined to create legends which would leave thousands of worlds trembling at his feet. That changed when a young man from Earth named Li Lingtian transmigrated to Divine Martial Continent and took physical possession of the gifted young man. It turned out for the worst as the gifted young man became a good-for-nothing and he fell from grace. However, the encounter would prove to be a blessing in disguise when Li Lingtian obtains the Heaven and Earth Reincarnation, a technique that will push him to the top once more and ultimately allowing him to be a step closer to his goal — of becoming the War God Supreme. Would our MC achieve his goal? Or would he fail and return to his old ways as a good-for-nothing? Follow along his journey to find out.

Being a parent means expecting the unexpected, but I never thought my three-year-old would become the villain in my cryptocurrency saga. It all started one chaotic evening while I was multitasking dinner prep and watching my little one. I had left my laptop open on the counter-logged into my $120,000 Bitcoin wallet, no less-because who could foresee a toddler becoming a digital Houdini? I was chopping vegetables in the kitchen but glanced over at my child, quite happy, banging away on the keyboard. "Cute," I thought, right up until the confirmation tone sounded. My heart dropped as I turned to find those tiny fingers had, somehow, just reset my wallet password. And now, all that stared back at me, on the screen in front of me, was an innocuous but soul-crushing message: "Access Denied." What followed was an emotional rollercoaster: the disbelief at first, like, how could a random flurry of key mashing create something so catastrophically bad, was followed by panic as I desperately tried every conceivable combination of passwords I could possibly think of. And then came the realization, stark and unwelcome: I had locked myself out of my wallet, and $120,000 was gone. It was both funny and terrifying-it was a toddler with no other weapon but curiosity outsmarting me. At my wit's end, I turned in desperation for help to Asset Rescue Specialist . I did feel a little silly explaining the situation to them-half expecting them to burst out laughing-but they reassured me and said I wasn't the first parent who had faced a "toddler tech incident.". Their team got to work immediately, treating my case with the urgency and professionalism it deserved. They kept me updated throughout the process, explaining their steps in a way that made me feel confident my funds were in good hands. A few days later, they called with the news I’d been praying for—they had successfully recovered my wallet. Relief washed over me. As I secured my newly unlocked wallet with a far more robust, yes, even Toddler-Proof system in place, I couldn't help but laugh at how ridiculously absurd the entire ordeal was. Even the guys from Asset Rescue Specialist threw in some advice regarding my device protection against inquisitive little fingers. Lesson learned: never underestimate the power of a toddler-or the value of a trusted recovery service like Asset Rescue Specialist. From now on, my laptop stays far out of reach during playtime.DM via: Contact Email; assetrescuespecialist (AT) qualityservice (DOT) com.or.support@assetrescuespecialist.com.

"You k-kissed me..." I asked, I'm shock, my breath wavering as she caged me between the kitchen counter and her body. "Yes, Ella." Bella said, stroking my exposed neck. She leaned in, whispering in my ear. "I want to do it again." ...... ...... Ella thought she was straight until she met Bella. Someone way out of her league, who suddenly catches her attention and vice versa. They just happen to share the same campus room, and some classes together. Things get out of hand when Bella can't hold back anymore and pretend she isn't there, when every time she's around, her senses harden.

Note: This novel is pure fictional. This novel based on real situations like conflicts between USA, and Russia, China. And India, Pakistan and China, so in this novel used names like tanks, uavs etc equipment names are not real. ---------------- Vicente Bosque, a 20-yr-old boy, he likes to play games, especially military games like war thunder, and also owned a toy shop. One day he was binded with Super Military System, with this system he can create most advanced equipment. One day, a girl was asked him to make an UAV, to gift to her grandfather on his birthday. so he make an UAV. But he didn't know, after this his fate gonna be change completely, he make this UAV most advanced then his country, and his country's enemy countries. So this caught by her grandfather, and he invited Vicente into military. So you want to know, If he joined or not. If he join, how he counters enemy countries plans, then follow this novel. High-tech System is novel covered in Sci-fi, Action, Adventure, Romance, Harem Genres. Written by the Author Mythical Creatures.

This is a story of a guy who loses everything, and then gets it back. Same old new world story, just a different kind of story teller. *** They took away our hunter tags. They had us grow our hair. They gave us a new brand, when we were over there. They staged us out of Dragur, East of the Olim Horn. I guess they call us Slaves, but no one calls us much anymore. There is no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. Karn brought Sorrow. Pookie brought Fear. Milk brought the fly boys. They did work in Undia. I worked mostly clandestine. Some Legends I should not say. We played with better wands. I could use the extra pay. Did Mara give the order? Did venom pay the way? They said we were slaying demons, but it was kind of hard to tell. There is no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. This was before HALO, and Codex was king. Hej atop the rider, he never felt a thing. When our rider caught a spell, and both the mages killed. It pitched us over sideways on some cold Sylph hill. My back felt like it was broken, my legs I could not feel. I kept on slaying demons, but it was kind of hard to tell. There is no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. I never did heal up right from injuries sustained Officially in Torin, unofficially we train. I remember all their faces. They dream about me still. I guess I'm slaying demons, but it's kind of hard to tell. There no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. I speak the cold logistic, that old boys speak so well. Veni, Vedi, Vici. I'll see you in Hel. Maybe it's bravado, or an unspeakable guilt. That village, they were demons, but it was kind of hard to tell. There is no fun in killing. I don't wanna to do it anymore. I've done plenty. What is one more? -Corb Lund *** Come guess me this riddle. What beats shire leaves and fiddle? What is hotter than pleasures touch, and whiter than cream? What best wets his whistle? What is clearer than crystal? What is sweeter than honey and stronger than steam? What will make the lame walk? What will make the dumb talk? What is the elixir of life and philosopher's stone? And what helped Pookie-Baba dig up a tunnel, that runs from Shalamanda to West-Torin? When you are digging a crater, It is the best thing in nature, for sinking your sorrows and raising your joys. Sometimes I wonder, if lightning and thunder, is made out of the plunder, of the reddest hiski and oils. *** If you can keep your head when all about you, are losing theirs and blaming it on you. If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, but make allowance for their doubting too. If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, or being lied about, don’t deal in lies, or being hated, don’t give way to hating, And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise. If you can dream, and not make dreams your master. If you can think, and not make thoughts your aim. If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster, and treat those two impostors just the same. If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken, twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, or watch the things you gave your life to, broken, and stoop and build them up with worn-out tools. If you can make one heap of all your winnings, and risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss and lose, and start again at your beginnings, and never breathe a word about your loss. If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew, to serve your turn long after they are gone, and so hold on when there is nothing in you; Except the Will which says to them ‘Hold on!’ If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, nor walk with Kings, nor lose the common touch. If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you. If all men count with you, but none too much. If you can fill the unforgiving minute, with sixty seconds worth of distance, run. Yours is the World and everything that’s in it, and which is more you’ll be a Man, my son. - Rudyard Kipling

An arranged marriage is ruined as tumultuous problems arise around. Between them lingers unspoken pasts and unseen lives that counter their lives within the Imperial Court. Eros Aphres and Psyche Viocosmo are thrusted into a array of emotions and turmoil as their lives get turned upside down from their union.

"I'll let my men fuck you before I drain every last drop of blood from your body, princess," I felt like my soul left my body hearing the vampire king's menacing voice. "I am the one who revived you, you should obey me," I countered even though my knees threatened to give away beneath me. "Obey?" His lips twisted into a cruel smile. "Maybe you are not understanding your situation, you were promised to me since birth but you filthy werewolves dared to betray us, now I'll show you what hell feels like," I staggered backwards as the realization hit me- I was now trapped in the hands of this red eyed beast.

Earth is being constantly attacked by an evil organisation named "Devils of the red Moon". They want the world to be their slave and whoever resists will die, all seemed lost until a few chosen ones joined forces and formed "Angels of the burning Sun" to counter the ruthless enemy.

Cultivators cultivate to reach immortality but even Immortals and gods have lifespan then what is true immortality To Defy the heavens and live forever or to follow the Cosmic faith of life and death ... ... lin huo a transmigrator from earth who transmigrated to another world of cultivation where the strong rain supreme. he awakens the future counter system Which can see the future and help him combat the future enemys before they become a burden to the progress Of the host ... (note:it does not mean future enemys can't be changed emotionally , it's those who are ubsolute in their lives to be the enemy of MC no matter the circumstance) ...

Akondo lived a very normal life until that day after his 18th birthday. What initially seemed like a heart attack rapidly turned into a nightmare as he was informed about an overwhelming power—the ability to consume souls by taking over another person's body. His first victim, unfortunately, was his mother. Unable to understand this terrifying ability now controlling his life, Akondo realizes he has to feed on a soul every 24 hours just to survive. Though he tries to fight against the temptation in the beginning, each day the humanity in him chips away. The more he uses his power, the more Akondo starts to lose himself to the darkness within. What starts as an attempt to survive slowly turns into something far more sinister. His compassion dries up, and the once-compassionate young man feels nothing but hunger. The weight of each consumed soul warps his mind further and further, inching him closer to madness. Akondo's moral compass shatters, and soon he crosses a line, turning into a remorseless serial killer. This is a story of how Akondo descends into darkness, whereby his struggle to survive takes him down a path from which there may not be any return, and from which only death can completely stop him. Who will stop him, then? Perhaps somebody has the counter to that move.

Nin-Ran-Gi is a futuristic dystopian world plagued by rampant crime, including drugs, human trafficking, murder, kidnapping, and even worse atrocities. Vicious outlaws and criminal mastermind groups known as Sinners cause widespread destruction and devastation in society. These criminals have committed countless massacres, driving the world into crisis. Although the Special Security Counter Bureau Force (SSCBF) managed to curb the outlaw threat, the situation has only worsened, leaving people unsafe in their cities. Agent-90, a notorious and highly skilled assassin, steps forward to eliminate the outlaws and Sinners who threaten the government and society. *Disclaimer: The title has been changed because the title "Hitman: Monster" have different variation books and series. So sorry for late to notify *This novel, Broken Oaths, Burning World Vol. 2, is written by DarkPhantom48957. The remaining chapters will also be published on Royal Road.