Pashanim Mutter

The forest had become Wanessa’s only refuge since the night her father cast her out. “You’re nothing but an omega now. Leave.” His words had echoed in her mind ever since, fueled by her stepsister’s lies and her pack’s betrayal. She’d been left to survive on scraps and the herbs she gathered, clinging to life on the edge of a world that no longer wanted her. Wanessa knelt in the damp earth, her hands trembling as she tore bluebells from the soil. The whispers of the forest were louder tonight, unnatural, like voices carried on the wind. “…White Knight…” “…unstoppable… hunting his Luna…” “…death follows him…” The White Knight. Everyone feared the alpha with molten silver eyes, a predator hunting his destined mate. But Wanessa had no time for legends. She needed these herbs to survive. A branch snapped behind her. Wanessa spun, clutching her blade. The moonlight revealed a figure slumped against a tree, his armor gleaming like liquid moonlight, smeared with blood. Her breath hitched. It was him. The White Knight’s silver eyes flickered open, locking onto hers. "Help me." He gasped. Every instinct screamed to run, but her feet wouldn’t obey. She dropped beside him, her hands working to bind his wounds before she could stop herself. "Why?" He muttered, his grip tightening on her wrist. 'Why would you help me?" She had no answer. When she stood to leave, his hand shot out again, his voice low and determined. You. You’re my Luna."He said. "You’re mistaken."She whispered. "I never forget what’s mine."He said. Panic surged, and she fled into the forest, but her mind reeled with a buried memory, silver eyes, staring at her from another time, another life. Will white knight alpha be able to find her again? Will she have her revenge? Can his possessive side give them their happy ending?

Es geht um das zweit älteste Kind von Tobirama Senju und Sarada Uchiha-Haruno! Dieses Kind reist ebenfalls wie seine Mutter in die Vergangenheit, um diese zu ändern! Die Vorgeschichte und auch eine Art Mitgeschichte zu seinen Geschwisterm könnt ihr auf Wattpad lesen. Die Titel sind: "Warum wir? (TobiSara)" Und noch nicht veröffentlicht: "Besuch aus der Zukunft - TobiSara"

"Now you see?" she shouted in a mix of annoyance and disappointment. "You can't outsmart Scrients! They're the most intelligent beings across the two realms." "You're right," I muttered, averting my gaze with a heavy sigh. "I made a mistake. I was too arrogant to think that a mere human like me could fool them." —BOOM!! "Heik! Wh-What was that?" "Hmm? I'm not sure. Maybe you should go and ask the most intelligent beings across the two realms. Oh wait, you can't. I killed them all.” ______ My name is Samael Kaizer Theosbane. On the last day of high school, I got into a fight with a kid I used to bully. It was a stupid, pointless scuffle, and in the middle of it, I tripped and hit my head on a rock. That’s when the memories came flooding in - the memories of another life, of a different world. Suddenly, everything made a twisted kind of sense. I realized two things. First, I was in a game I used to play in my past life. Second, I was a villain. A villain! Not the cool and mysterious kind, either. No, my destiny was to be manipulated and die a dog's death! I was the worst type of cliché: an ungrateful, privileged, insufferable young master. The sort you'd find in those poorly written fantasy stories. The kind everyone hates — a snobby brat from a powerful noble family who thinks he owns the world just because he was born with a silver spoon lodged in his mouth. You know the type. The one the hero beats to a pulp to prove his worth. Yeah, I was that guy. And the hero? The hero was the kid I’d been bullying all this time. The same one I got into a fight with. He was the supposed savior of this damned world. A world teetering on the edge of destruction, beset by wars, calamities, and a grim future that only I knew. And at the end of it all, the final antagonist of the game, the undefeatable boss… the Spirit King, was waiting. But could I even make it to the end? Could I conquer a game where defeat was the only certainty? A game that was now my reality! “Ah, fuck it.” I had no idea if I could, but I sure as hell was going to try. Extorting extras, manipulating main characters, twisting the story to my advantage, stealing the hero’s cheat items, killing villains before they could become threats - nothing was beneath me. Would the main characters be affected? Who cares! Would the story change? Even better! All I cared about was me—my survival, my life, my choices. “I will live this life with no regrets.” …But as I soon discovered, fate was not easily changed. And the price of altering one's destiny was steep.

Sold by her father, Bella short for Arabella, was forced to live a life as a slave that would entertain the guests of the castle. The job of slaves were merely to be humiliated and to have as feast once they became a boring creature toward the guests. Arabella with her fierce attitude had only caused more trouble than good, although that helped her from being feasted by the vampires until her body dried up, the vampires also enjoy in harming her, toying with her, hoping to see that one day she would break. However she had caught the wrong attention by those crimson gaze, eventually being the toy of the one and only Mad Crown Prince of Versailles. Eventually this interest only cause her to be more tangled by the twisted and thorny battle for the Throne. Will eventually Bella concede and accept the Mad crown prince? Or will she finally succeed in running away from his grasp. Why her? *** excerpt*** Arabella felt her wrists stung as the shackle around her wrist jingled from the sudden pull. She then met with the icy red eyes that brood down upon her appearance, drinking into every inch of her figure as if he was studying her, even to how those breaths escaped her lips. "I thought we had bonded over the days we have spent together, Bella," he sang, his bright scarlet eyes betraying the singing tone he had used as it had grown so dark and filled with anger. "Yet you left so quickly as soon as I opened the castle gate." Bella gritted her teeth, her eyes glaring at him as she defiantly shook his hand off her face, "I can remind you if you have forgotten it, Your Majesty, I am kept here against my wish." Cassius' smile faded as he stared at her. The sudden pin-drop silence filled her nerves with tension as she found his smileless face the most terrifying sight. She had always known his fearsome side however, it felt scarier tonight. Bella tried to endure how loud her heart had raced against her chest, gathering her breaths together even though it remained shallow in his presence. "So cold," he muttered, his tone trying to tease her, but she could see the raw anger crossing his eyes. "You cannot run from me. Not after what we've done. Not after what you promised." Her heart faltered. She wasn't supposed to stay in this castle; she knew that the royal palace was filled with those vampire monsters who would kill for their desire, simply to have fun. She knew she should never give her heart to any of these monsters, and she had once believed she would never. But that was until Cassius came. She had made that promise because her heart had betrayed her, and she wished that she had never uttered that promise. Promises she had made to him on the call of love. Yet deep within her, a part of her still crave for him. "You're not the first one I have broken my promises with," she gritted her teeth and looked up at him, "I broke my promise the way you broke yours first, isn't it fair?" "Fair? Then was everything a lie, Arabella?" he murmured, his hands cupping her face, forcing her to meet his eyes. "You were mine the moment you entered my castle. And you will be mine until the very end." She gulped as his eyes shone underneath the moonlight, his gaze unforgiving over her, exposing his wild hunger. Her breath caught, her pulse quickening. "A human and a vampire should have never stayed together. They were all right." "I don't care," he spoke through his clenched jaw. "You're going to remain here by my side forever."

[DARK FANTASY] [MATURE CONTENT] [NO RAPE] Euphy woke up in a desolate, abandoned bunker with no memory of how she got there. Stripped of her past and with no clues who she was, she was relying on the mysterious food supplies being delivered through a dumbwaiter to survive—until one day, they stopped. Forced to venture into the unknown, Euphy embarks on a perilous journey for survival, uncovering secrets that entangle her in a web of misfortune. As she navigates this dangerous world, she must confront her forgotten past and a royal who seeks to claim her for his own. Her quest for truth turned into a desperate fight for her very existence and freedom. Will Euphy escape the web of misfortune, or will it consume her? ** The king’s gaze flicked back to her, but this time, it seemed colder, more deliberate. His eyes swept over her torn camisole. “Who did this to her?” His voice was eerily calm, yet the weight of the question hung in the air like a storm cloud. She froze, not daring to speak, her heart thudding loudly in her chest. “I did, Your Majesty,” Count Greyfang answered, his tone almost smug, as if he expected approval. Her blood boiled at the casual cruelty in his voice. “Why?” the king asked, uninterested, his gaze fixed on Greyfang with a dangerous indifference. “I... I thought you would like it if she appeared... tattered,” Greyfang stammered, his earlier arrogance faltering under the king’s scrutiny. The king’s eyes narrowed, a cold menace creeping into his voice. “And what made you think I’d like that?” Before Greyfang could answer, there was a sudden, swift movement—a breeze cutting through the stillness of the room. Without warning, Greyfang’s head plopped to the ground, rolling a few feet away from his body before the lifeless form crumpled to the floor. She gasped, her eyes snapping shut in terror as the room plunged into silence. She could hear the sickening thud of Greyfang’s body, but she didn’t dare open her eyes. The rest of the room remained eerily quiet, as if the sudden execution had been expected. The king, sitting loosely on his throne, and unbothered, simply muttered, “Insolent bastard. Dare to compare me to a lustful animal.” He waved a hand dismissively. “Get this filthy thing out of my sight.” She flinched, fearing for a moment that he had referred to her, but the sound of heavy boots dragging Greyfang’s lifeless body confirmed otherwise. She kept her eyes tightly shut, too afraid to witness any more horror. The coldness in the king’s tone, the casual cruelty of his actions—it left her trembling. ** EXPECTATIONS: * The story leans heavily on themes of betrayal, with a touch of angst. * Features an enemies-to-lovers dynamic. * Will include smut—A LOT of smut. * Incorporates Omegaverse elements, slightly altered to fit the storyline. * Includes a hint of high fantasy, detailed writing, and a major twist at the end. * Strong female protagonist. * Male lead (ML) is ruthless. * Power couple. * NO RAPE. * A mix of humor, tears, laughter, blush-worthy moments, and a happy ending.

"The masterminds are cooler than heroes," I mutter as I stare at the chess pieces before me. It is easier to be the one who sits in the shadows and moves the pieces, likewise deciding the flow of the game. Heroes will foolishly sacrifice their lives for the good cause and villains will sacrifice the world for their own gain, but masterminds will use both the heroes and villains to their own benefit. Why, you ask? Well, that's because I've lost my life once while trying to be a hero so, I don't want that anymore. I'd rather be a mastermind who molds the world as per my convenience and live peacefully. Because, why not? *** [Defender of Divine Glory says you are the hope of this world.] What? [Goddess of Wisdom believes that you will be the one to save the world.] Wait, what?! [Propose the Grand Duke the idea of a fake marriage.] And, why would I do that?! [Stop the assassination of Prince Eric.] Why would I save him?! [The candidates for the throne are:... Who will you choose?] Ah! I give up... It seems like a curse that anyone who wishes for a slacker life in Isekai will have to go through the most troublesome things. In my past life, I died because of one rookie mistake but after being transmigrated in the world of fantasy I've gotten an opportunity to start afresh, but unlike the protagonists who look for their love and glory, I'd rather make money and live a life of a slacker. I have magic, I have power and I have money, what else do I need? Well, that was the plan but this damn system is getting on my nerves. I mean who in their sane mind would want to mess with the complicated royal family and political affairs? But that's not all though. I've also become the saviour of this world. Things just can't be anymore worse! Besides, the penalty of failing this quest is... [Failure: Destruction of the World.] It seems like if I screw up in selecting the right person then the destruction that is going to befall the world won't be stopped. If I speak of my reward then it's this vague thing. [Reward: Fulfillment of any wish.] "If that's the case then, I'd rather choose the person who would be the best fit for the throne." And that's how I decided that I would become the Kingmaker.

[Ding!] [Cashback System Activation Requirement Met!] [System Binding In Progress...!] [System Successfully Linked!] [Spent $1,000. 10x Critical Hit. Earned $10,000. The money has been transferred to account XXX-XXX-XXX] [Spent at least $1,000 on a beautiful lady. Received 1 lottery ticket. Do you want to use it?] [YES][NO] Kyle was a man that has never had any luck in life and he was on the verge of ending it all after being fired from his minimum wage job due to a customer's complaint which turned out to be a lie but due to the customer being an attractive lady, no one believed Kyle. To make matters worse, he had to pay for the damages that was caused by the customer. Beautiful people, they had it easy, didn't they? This was his last step and he knew that he wouldn't see tomorrow as he searched for a river to throw himself in. He thought his mind finally broke as there was no explanation for the Cyan Screen that popped up as he clicked the [YES] button. [You have drawn Charm!] [Charm: There is nothing the user can't charm his way out of or into! The universe has blessed you with charisma!] "Hahaha! I must have lost my marbles..." Kyle muttered to himself but his phone soon rang out to show that he had a notification. And to his surprise, he saw $10,000 sitting in his account and his jaw dropped. "THIS IS FOR REAL!!!"

Dark secrets and forbidden romance collide in this gripping tale of Ethereal Guardians facing both matters of the heart and ancient Spectral Resonance. When former student Mizuki finds herself drawn back to Kansei Enclave by the magnetic Kaoru Tenmei, their dangerous attraction threatens to spiral out of control. “What the hell am I doing?” she questions herself, even as she's unable to resist his pull. Meanwhile, while cleaning out his late grandfather's home, Ren Aisaka discovers a mysterious artifact that will change everything. “Never seen this before...” he mutters, unaware that the simple stone amulet holds an ancient power waiting to break free. When the artifact shatters under mysterious circumstances, it sets off a chain of events that could unleash an ancient evil. As Kaoru races against time to prevent disaster, he faces a horrifying realization: “Whatever was inside wouldn’t just be running around. A wraith like this doesn’t function on its own—it needs something. A compatible host, typically; most likely a Guardian.” When duty and desire collide, who will survive the awakening of a long-dormant evil? "Best case scenario, there was nothing there to begin with... Worst case scenario, some evil spirit wakes up and comes to wreak havoc at any moment now."

"Who said a reincarnated person had an easy life." Yucheng he muttered as he thought of all the things that had happened to him, first his father died, and he became a slave, and now. "F#ck even my talent is the worst." You know the worst talent is a five-element spiritual root, but he has something even worse: a seven-element spiritual root. "Well, I guess I can only move forward by myself." He muttered as he looked at all the books piled before him as he tried to create his techniques. ... ... ... A\N: New here, please do correct me if you see any mistake in my work. Also hope you enjoy this story.

The latest novel by the author of 'When Cats Own Superpower'. ---------------------------------------------- A star shot through the sky, it also shot through the tranquility of the world. Supernatural powers descended upon Earth. Who watches in the dark? Who mutters in my ear? When my growl shatters the sky, when my power tramples the abyss, when I govern all that is living and dead...they shall call me-- God.

[Invincible Flow] [Nonsensical] [Relaxed Immortal Heroes] The fishing dude never leaves empty-handed! ...... ...... A "bloody case" triggered by a fishing rod Starting with a dog, all companions depend on fishing. Jin Xu, just stepping into the university gates, transmigrated to the Nine Provinces Realm, and was coaxed and deceived by an old Taoist into becoming his disciple. After witnessing the "perils" of this world and confirming that there was no way back, the steady (and cautious) Jin Xu prepared to practice cultivation under his master's protection until he became invincible, then venture out again. Then one morning, he woke up. Where's my master! Jin Xu, now without protection, panicked, so he decided to "risk his life" to find his master to protect himself. After leaving the Taoist temple, Jin Xu muttered, "Are people outside... so easily defeated?"

Qiao Nian lived in the Qiao family’s house for 18 years before her biological parents found her. Suddenly, all the wealthy families in the city knew that the Qiao family had a fake daughter! A true daughter of an affluent family would be talented, gentle, and kind. A fake daughter would not be able to pick up any skills and accomplish nothing. Everyone wanted to see how miserable she would become when she went back to her ravine after being kicked out of a rich family! Qiao Nian also thought that her biological parents were poor teachers from Luohe County. Who knew that her brother drove a Phaeton that was worth three hundred thousand yuan! Her biological father was also a professor who taught at Tsinghua University! The big boss of the family of scums became a bootlicker and bowed in front of her grandpa… Qiao Nian was dumbfounded. Erm… this wasn’t the same as saying yes! After being freed from the family of scums, Qiao Nian was able to be herself. She was the top student in the college entrance examination, a live broadcast star and the heir of an invaluable cultural heritage… Her identities were revealed and when she started to appear on the hot searches in the city, the family of scums turned green. The anti-fans mocked: What’s the point of trying to fake an image? Aren’t you just sticking to my brother everyday? Qiao Nian responded: I’m sorry but I already have a match. Top Brother: @Qiao Nian. Let me introduce her to everyone. This is my sister. Wealthy Grandpa: My dear granddaughter, why are you working so hard? If you want a bicycle, grandpa will buy it for you! The rich and powerful in Beijing spread a rumor that Master Wang was hiding a wife in his luxurious house. No matter how much people tried to persuade him, he never took her out to meet anyone. If he were asked, he would say the same sentence. “My wife is from the countryside and she is shy.” That was until one day when someone saw the noble and cold Master Wang holding a girl’s slender waist while hiding in a corner of a wall and muttering with red eyes. “Baby, when will you give me a title?” [Fake daughter who is from a truly wealthy family] + [Two big bosses]

"A Villain is just someone whom the Hero failed to save at the end." [WSA ENTRY 2024] ________________________ 'Huh, I recognize this window.' A boy muttered staring at the interface in front of him. After being shot to death because of helping an old man, a teenager is brought to life by the Goddess of the Void, Zephyra. He is given the choice to reincarnate and kill the hero after he annihilates the Ghouls in the world of the very novel he loves. Torn between the choice to transmigrate or follow the flow of life and death, the boy chooses to take his second chance at life along with the power that is granted as a gift to him by the Goddess. As he traverses the world in the new body of Amon Ashford - a character who was never supposed to exist and his past unknown-, he has to use his knowledge of the future to the best of his ability. Will he follow the Goddess's orders or will he carve his own path? ___________________ Though this is my second novel, comments and suggestions would be greatly appreciated for me to improve!! Join the discord server for illustrations and much more: https://discord.gg/MqHVHHzfxu Please go check out my other novel: Coming Down From Olympus Thank you!!

"Did I get reincarnated as... A HARPY?!" After having lived a life full of anguish, betrayal and the constant pressures of having to make his parents proud, 17 year old Simon Cavil found himself at death's door after being accidentally run over by a Truck. His blurry and lifeless eyes gazed into the skies and he saw birds flying freely in the skies above him and felt envious of their freedom. Under his dying breath he muttered: "I wish I was as free as those birds." And just like that his wish was granted, and he now found himself in a perilous fantasy world where he must either adapt or perish!

[WSA 2025 ENTRY] “Seriously? Of all the people I could’ve become, I get stuck as him?” Damien, a shut-in who spends his days cursing his favourite authors for every plot twist he didn’t like, meets his end at the hands of a mysterious woman. Just when he thinks his life is over, Damien wakes up as Alden Draven, an extra character inside his favourite novel. You know, the kind of character who shows up for one chapter, says nothing important, and dies tragically in the background to move the plot forward. Yeah, 'that' guy. And guess what? His death is scheduled to happen in the first few chapters. But just as he resolves to not die and change his fate, he notices something’s off. The plot is... wrong.  The characters aren't acting as they were meant to be, and the plot is all messed up. "This wasn’t supposed to happen; the stupid hero was supposed to fail miserably right about now! Is it just me, or did the entire plot get hijacked?" He muttered as it hits him.... "F*ck! "Is there another transmigrator?" And if that wasn’t enough, there's a yandere girl, one of the characters he's meant to interact with, who’s developed an unnatural obsession with him.  ----------------------------------------------------- If this story made you smile (or cringe), leave a review! Your feedback fuels the chaos and keeps the adventure going strong! Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. All characters, events, and locations are imaginary, and any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. ---------------------------------------------------

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 ...

Senior Server Felix stood at the front of the church, his voice steady and solemn as he greeted the congregation. “Our help is in the name of the Lord,” he intoned. “Who made Heaven and Earth,” the people responded in unison, their voices matching his reverent tone. “Today, we initiate new members into this divine and holy Order,” Felix continued. “Today, we welcome new brethren into the bosom of our Lord Jesus Christ.” At the back of the church, Louis sat on one of the few single chairs, his posture slightly slouched as his focus remained on a sheet of music in his hands. The title read, "Brightest and Best – Key of A-flat." 'Why didn’t Gramps give me an F or G? A-flat is so difficult, and I only have three days to finish it,' he grumbled silently, his brow furrowing in frustration. But he dared not voice his complaints. He could already imagine his grandfather assigning him even more difficult pieces—F-sharps and endless A-flats—as punishment. From the front of the church, a serene voice called out, “Harry! Step forward!” Louis glanced up, momentarily pulled from his inner musings. His eyes landed on a girl stepping forward from the pews. She had black hair neatly styled in a bun and striking green eyes that seemed to shine with warmth and composure. Dressed in a modest brown dress and black sandals, with a rosary resting gracefully around her neck, she exuded a calm, dignified presence. Her tanned skin and graceful demeanor only added to the aura of reverence surrounding her, befitting an Altar server. 'Sigh,' Louis thought as he brushed a hand through his white hair, his blue eyes softening with a mix of admiration and envy. 'I wonder what it’s like to be an Altar server. They all seem so pure and divine… and powerful.' Just as he returned his attention to his music, a calm, gentlemanly voice spoke beside him. “You could also be an Altar server, if you’re interested.” “Huh?” Louis blurted out, snapping his head to the side. But no one was there. “What in the name of Jesus is going on here?” he muttered, glancing nervously around. “At least you know my name,” the voice replied again, seemingly amused. “What?” Louis whispered, his heart beginning to race. "I'm certain you will be a good server," the voice said, calm yet enigmatic. Louis narrowed his eyes, still searching for its source. "Who are you?" "I have many personalities. I have many names," the voice replied with an air of mystery. "It’s your choice which one you accept." "You’re not making any sense," Louis muttered, growing more unsettled. "Blessed are those who have not seen but believed…" Before Louis could respond, his vision blurred, and the world around him seemed to melt away. He jolted awake, gasping for air. His hands clutched the crumpled sheet of music, its corners bent from his restless grip. His head teetered precariously over the edge of his bed, a faint ache in his neck reminding him of the awkward position he’d been in. "Holy Mother of Jesus!" he exclaimed as he lost his balance, tumbling off the bed in a heap of blankets and scattered papers.

(1v1, rein und süß) Xiliangs Prinzenresidenz. Mit tigerartiger Energie und im Alter von nur 5 Jahren sah der kleine Prinz Xiao Moxi, wie seine Mutter wieder zu den Feldern davoneilte, und sein dampfbrötchenartiges Gesicht verzog sich vor Frustration. Er schaute betrübt zu seinem Vater neben ihm und beklagte sich mit einem Anflug von Weltweisheit: "Vater, wie konntest du dich in meine Mutter verlieben, die ständig weglaufen will?" Xiao Yeyang warf seinem frühreifen Sohn einen Seitenblick zu und tat dann so, als würde er über die Frage nachdenken. Warum hatte er sich in der Tat in diese Frau verliebt? Nach einem langen Schweigen... "Wer weiß? Vielleicht bin ich mit dem Kopf in einer Tür hängen geblieben!" Vater und Sohn tauschten einen Blick des gegenseitigen Mitgefühls aus und stießen unisono einen hilflosen Seufzer aus. Was macht man, wenn man mit einer Frau zusammen ist, die nie zu Hause ist? Mit der eigenen Prinzessinnen-Gemahlin (Mutter) kann man nur eines tun - sie verwöhnen, versteht sich! ... In die Antike versetzt, mit einem Raum voller Reisblumen, wollte sie nur in Ruhe ihr Leben auf den Feldern verbringen. Unerwartet wurde sie von ihrem Vater, einem Bezirksrichter, gezwungen, das Land zu verlassen und in die Stadt zu ziehen! In der Stadt herrschte reges Treiben, und um zu Hause mitreden zu können, kaufte sie Ländereien, baute Blumen und Heilkräuter an und entwickelte ertragreiche Getreidesorten von hoher Qualität. Bemerkenswerterweise half sie ihrem Vater, der neun Jahre lang Bezirksrichter war, Schritt für Schritt aufzusteigen und brachte die niedrig geborene Familie Yan in die elitären Kreise Pekings! Dies ist die Geschichte einer adligen Tochter aus einer bescheidenen Familie, die ihrem Clan zu Erfolg und Wohlstand verhilft, und eine süße Liebesgeschichte von gegenseitigem Erfolg und Zusammenwachsen! Männliche Hauptrolle: Vor den anderen ist er der stolze kleine Prinz, der herrschsüchtige Prinz von Xiliang. Vor der weiblichen Hauptrolle ist er ein sanftmütiger und zärtlicher Mann. Weibliche Hauptrolle: In allen Belangen klar, warmherzig und selbstbewusst!

Das einst reiche Mädchen Shen Hanxing verlor ihre Mutter, als sie geboren wurde. Als sie noch klein war, wurde sie von ihrem eigenen Vater im Ausland ausgesetzt und war auf sich allein gestellt. Neunzehn Jahre später holte ihr Vater sie persönlich aus Übersee nach Hause, um ihre jüngere Schwester zu ersetzen und ihren Verlobten Ji Yan zu heiraten, der nach einem Autounfall die Sinne seiner Beine verloren hatte. Vater: "Du kennst deinen Platz. Du heiratest bereits über deinen Stand hinaus, wenn du Ji Yan mit deinem Status heiratest." Jüngere Schwester: "Danke, dass du bereit bist, dich für meine Liebe zu opfern~" Shen Hanxing lächelte schwach: "Stimmen Sie meinen beiden Bedingungen zu, und ich werde ihn gerne heiraten." Danach betrat sie mit leerem Gepäck das Haus der Familie Ji. Der Mann im Rollstuhl brüllte sie in dem dunklen Raum wütend an. "Hau ab!" Shen Hanxing schaltete schnell das Licht ein, zog den Vorhang auf und streckte dem Mann mit der Lampe hinter ihr die Hand entgegen. "Hallo. Darf ich mich vorstellen? Ich bin deine Frau, Shen Hanxing." Als er sie das erste Mal sah, behandelte er sie kühl. Und dann schätzte er sie. Ji Yan sah diese Frau an, die plötzlich in ihr Leben getreten war. Sie nutzte ihre Kraft, um seinen wilden und frechen jüngeren Bruder zu zähmen. Sie heilte geduldig und mitfühlend seine ängstliche und introvertierte jüngere Schwester. Sie setzte alles ein, was sie hatte, um diese kalte Familie langsam zu unterstützen... Und dann tappte Shen Hanxing in eine Falle. Bevor sie in die Dunkelheit abdriftete, sah sie den Mann, der eigentlich im Rollstuhl sitzen sollte, ängstlich auf sie zulaufen. Als sie wieder aufwachte, zeigte der Mann auf das Waschbrett, die Tastatur und die Durian und fragte: "Hanxing, auf welches soll ich mich knien?"

Jeanne war erst 18 Jahre alt, als ihre Stiefmutter und ihre Stiefschwester sie reinlegten und sie alles verlor. Weil sie versuchte, sich zu wehren, wurde sie von ihrem Vater aus dem Haus geworfen. 7 Jahre später kehrte Jeanne zurück, um Rache zu üben, mit einem geheimnisvollen Sohn an ihrer Seite - George. Die Leute verspotteten sie als alleinerziehende Mutter und nannten ihren Sohn ein vaterloses Kind. "Wen nennst du ein vaterloses Kind? Du würdest mich nicht mögen, wenn ich wütend bin", drohte George. "Halt dich zurück, George! Verdirb mir nicht den Spaß! Ich habe noch nicht genug", sagte Jeanne, als sie ihre Rache genießen wollte, und ließ den Jungen sprachlos zurück. Später traf Jeanne auf einem Wohltätigkeitsball den berüchtigten Vierten Meister Schwan. Der Mann mit dem schönen Aussehen und dem kalten Temperament rief sie in eine Ecke und sagte: "Sie gefallen mir." Alle waren schockiert, auch Jeanne. "Ich bin eine alleinerziehende Mutter und habe ein Kind. Sind Sie sicher, dass Sie mich mögen?", fragte sie. "Ich mag dein Kind wirklich!" Alle anderen waren schockiert, als der Vierte Meister Schwan Jeanne heiratete, aber nur er selbst wusste, dass er nicht nur einen, sondern zwei wichtige Spieler für das Schachspiel, das er spielte, gewonnen hatte.

"Lassen Sie mich mal sehen." Der gut aussehende Professor mit seinen breiten Schultern und kräftigen Muskeln hob mich mühelos hoch und setzte mich auf den Schreibtisch. Seine kräftigen Hände senkten sanft den Gurt meiner Uniform, um den blauen Fleck vom Training zu untersuchen. "Helanie! Warum tust du dir am Ende immer weh?" Seine Stimme wurde heiser und jagte mir einen Schauer über den Rücken, während ich um Atem rang. Ich musste mich daran erinnern, dass er mein Professor ist... und mein Stiefbruder. Ich sollte mich nicht von seiner Berührung verführen lassen. "Wenn dich noch einmal jemand schikaniert, komm in mein Büro, und ich kümmere mich um ihn", murmelte er, und seine schönen Augen fixierten meine. Obwohl ich wusste, dass er verboten ist, konnte ich nicht anders, als mich zu fragen - sollte ich ihm von der Verbindung erzählen, die ich in der Nacht, als er betrunken war, gespürt hatte? .. Als ihre Eltern sich gegenseitig verstießen, wurde Helanie vom Engel ihres Vaters zu einem vernachlässigten und vergessenen Kind. Aber an ihrem achtzehnten Geburtstag nahmen die Dinge eine dunkle Wendung. Als ihr Körper läufig wurde, zog sie eine Gruppe von Alphas an. Anstatt sie zu retten, rannte ihr heimlicher Alpha-Freund davon. Diese Nacht veränderte Helanies Leben für immer. Da sie beschuldigt wurde, dem Angriff zugestimmt zu haben, wurde sie von ihrem eigenen Rudel zur Hinrichtung verurteilt. Verzweifelt floh sie, fest entschlossen, ihre Mutter zu finden. Was sie nicht erwartet hatte, war, dass ihre Mutter sich darauf vorbereitete, einen schurkischen König mit vier gefährlich gut aussehenden und bestialischen Söhnen zu heiraten. Die Dinge werden noch düsterer, als sie sich mit ihren tyrannischen Stiefbrüdern anfreundet. Wird sie ihren Klauen entkommen können, oder wird ihre Verführung ihr Leben bis zum nächsten Extrem ruinieren? .. Facebook - Alexis Dee

Zara's eyes were glued to Xavier's bare chest, unable to look away. The sculpted muscles, the deep V-line, the way his sweatpants hung low on his hips—she couldn't help but be captivated. It was as if her brain had short-circuited, and all logic had left her. She moved a step closer, almost unconsciously, her hand lifting as if to touch his chest. Before her fingers could make contact, Xavier's quick reflexes caught her wrist. His grip was firm, but not harsh, and he raised an eyebrow, looking at her with an amused expression. "What do you think you're doing?" he asked, his voice low but laced with a hint of teasing. Zara, startled but determined not to show weakness, scratched the back of her head awkwardly, trying to save face. "What do you mean? Why are you walking around shirtless?" she countered, trying to shift the focus off herself. Xavier's smirk deepened, his dark eyes glinting with mischief. "I'm not the one sneaking around in other people's rooms, Zara. You're the one who barged in here." Zara blinked, her mind scrambling to find an excuse. "Oh, right," she muttered, still not sure how to explain her behavior. She gave him a sheepish grin, but her eyes darted back to his chest, trying to look casual. "I was just… looking for something," she said, her words trailing off as she tried to think of a better lie. Xavier didn't buy it for a second. Slowly, he took a step forward, closing the distance between them. Zara instinctively took a step back, but Xavier followed, not giving her any space to escape. Her heart raced as she backed up again, trying to keep some distance between them, but Xavier wasn't making it easy. "Trying to run away now?" Xavier teased, his voice laced with playful challenge. He moved another step forward, and Zara continued retreating, her back now against the wall. Her breath hitched as she realized she had nowhere else to go. "I wasn't trying to run away," Zara said quickly, her voice a little too high-pitched. "Just, you know, I… I don't want to intrude. I just—"  But Xavier wasn't interested in her stammering excuses. His gaze remained locked on her, and as he stepped closer, his hand that had caught her wrist slowly slid down to her fingers, brushing against her skin. The gentle touch sent an unexpected shiver down her spine. Zara's heart hammered in her chest, and she took another step back, this time bumping into the wall with a soft thud. She couldn't help but feel the heat building between them, the tension so thick it was almost palpable. Xavier, now mere inches from her, tilted his head, his lips curling into a playful grin. "I think you're lying," he murmured, his voice soft, but full of mischief. "You were trying to touch my chest, weren't you?" Zara's face flushed with heat, and she tried to push back against him, but it was like trying to move a mountain. She cleared her throat, trying to recover some of her composure. "Maybe I was," she admitted, her voice low. "But, um… so what? It's not like you're making it easy to ignore." Xavier's grin widened as he leaned even closer, his body just inches away from hers. The closeness was overwhelming, and Zara's mind started to spin. She could feel the heat radiating off his chest, and she had to fight the urge to reach up and touch it again. "Is that so?" Xavier whispered, his breath warm against her ear. He placed his hand on the wall beside her head, trapping her in place as he stared down at her with a wicked gleam in his eyes. "You sure about that?".

--WSA 2025 ENTRY-- "This… this can't be right," Kain muttered, staring at the towering obsidian castle before him. "The academy… I pictured a Hogwarts-like experience, not a military base!" He stood before the imposing structure, a mixture of awe and impending doom settling in. Armed with only the faintest recollection of the novel's plot, Kain has no idea what to expect. All he knows is that he’s not the protagonist. He’s not the villain. He’s not even the comic relief. He’s just there, and in a world that thrives on destiny, being “just there” is a guaranteed ticket to the bottom of the food chain. It’s a dangerous world, and Kain’s not here for a tragic death or a heroic arc. He’s here for one thing: survival. No need to become a legend. he is just an extra with the supremacy to carve out his own path, rewrite his own fate, and maybe, just maybe, come out on top when the dust settles.

“Wait... Where am I and... who am i?” Just after he thought he was successfully betrayed and killed by his most favored surbodinate. Taylor finds himself on the floor of a remote alley “Don't tell me I got reincarnated?” Hutton muttered with a look of disbelief on his face. P.S; Join the novel discord server for any announcements or questions and answers sections https://discord.gg/jA3r3S2n

Troan Re' Ages, a prince unjustly deposed at age 10 on the charge of treason, was sentenced to the sacred but monster-plagued Mount Avalon to serve punishment. Against all odds, he conquered the mountain and was chosen to wield the blade of the Ancestor: A blade only granted to the noblest of souls; the blade of the Knight of Ages. Amid a looming civil war against the Imperial Household and its allies, dark forces and old enemies converge to plunge the empire into ruin. Burdened by the knowledge of these problems and the constant assassination attempts on his life, he eventually met a rogue called Wriggler, who revealed to him a truth that may have solved the greatest mystery of his life. That he might not be human, but something far more—terrifying! Join Troan on his journey as he strives to become the ideal Ancestor's Chosen; a 'Lord of Avalon'. While still holding ambitions to one day build up a nation in his own image. Despite both goals requiring contrary values, making them mutually exclusive. ——— "But...why would you tell me all that? Why inform me of this?" Wriggler snipped off some hair and said. "Because I knew you would eventually find out something was wrong—that you were different." He said with a soft smile. "That you would feel lost and alone, and I would really hate seeing you suffer. But now you can take solace in the knowledge that though you may be different, you are not alone. You are one of us." Troan's eyes grew distant for a moment, and then he closed them. "Thank you." He muttered.

“P-please let me go..” I stammered and before I knew it, I was word vomiting while crying. “—I won’t return. You won’t ever see me again. I know you don’t want me as a mate. You hate me, so please let me go.” I cried out. Cain’s jaw tightened with each word that left my lips “What gave you the idea that you have the power to choose what you want?” His voice was low, “You don’t get to decide what, how, and when you leave. Only I get to do that. You don’t get to leave me, you don’t get to run! You only leave when I want you to.” "I didn’t ask for this,” I whispered, trembling. “I didn’t ask to be your mate.” Cain stepped back, “Neither did I,” he muttered under his breath. “But the bond doesn’t give us a choice, does it?” ~~~~ As the only child of her late Alpha father, Avery Jae was meant to inherit her family’s legacy. But on the day of her arranged marriage to Alpha Lucian, her world crumbles. Rejected, humiliated, and cast aside for her own cousin, Avery barely escapes with her life only to find out a much deeper secret. One that changes everything. When Avery awakens, she finds herself in a foreign land, caught by the ruthless guards of the Vehiron pack, led by the infamous Alpha Cain. Tall, broad and as dangerous as the army he commands. Alpha Cain has a reputation that sends chills down the spine of even the most dangerous warriors. Haunted by his dark past, he has vowed never to take a mate, yet the moment he lays eyes on Avery, everything changes. With a single word, Avery is bound to Cain—whether he wants it or not. In a world where betrayal runs deep, can Avery ever trust the alpha who might just be her worst enemy.

Twenty-eight year old Delilah Sterling, has perfected the art of being a respectable realtor by day, and a professional gold digger by night. Delilah believes she has her double life under control. Her meticulously crafted life crumbles when she wakes up one morning with a wedding band on her finger, a marriage certificate on the table, and a sinfully gorgeous man claiming to be her husband. To make matters worse, he is broke and jobless, making her feel trapped in a surreal nightmare. Desperate for escape, Delilah demands a divorce, but the stranger—insisting he wants to stay married—thwarts every attempt. Frustration and confusion mount until Delilah hatches a new plan: she proposes they team up to con her next target, the elusive billionaire, Hunter Quinn. What Delilah doesn't realize is that her "broke husband" is actually Hunter Quinn himself. Billionaire CEO, Hunter Quinn, having discovered Delilah’s intentions to con him, had decided to outplay her at her own game. Hunter agrees to the partnership, and together they plunge into a high-stakes game of deceit. As they plot and scheme, the lines between pretense and reality blur. Their forced proximity ignites an unexpected chemistry, leading to moments of vulnerability and genuine connection neither anticipated. Caught in a whirlwind of deception, passion, and power plays, Delilah grapples with their growing feelings. As their con deepens, she must confront the ultimate question: Can she open her heart to love and trust again? ****Exerpt**** Delilah’s eyes darted to the marriage certificate again, the official seal glaring back at her. Her fingers itched to tear it apart, to make this nightmare disappear. But deep down, she knew that wouldn’t change anything. “I don’t remember,” she whispered, more to herself than to him. “I don’t remember any of it.” Blake nodded as if he had expected this reaction. “That is expected. You had a lot to drink last night.” he fished out a phone from the back pocket of his trousers, opened it. “Here, this is us celebrating, after we got married last night,” he said, showing her a picture. Delilah’s breath caught in her throat as she stared at the photo. It was indeed her. “How?” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “I don’t remember any of this.” “It was a wild night,” he said softly. Perhaps she had married Blake because he was wealthy. That would be the only logical reason for her to make such a blunder. There was hope, she thought, as she clung to the possibility of salvaging something from this disaster. Turning to him, she forced a smile, “Is this your house? Are we in your house?” She asked, looking around the bedroom. Blake shook his head, “No. This is a hotel,” he said, and she nodded. “I see. It looks like quite an expensive hotel,” she observed, “What do you do for a living?” she asked, trying to keep her voice steady as she searched his eyes for any hint of affluence. Blake hesitated, his confident demeanor faltering for the first time. He looked away, rubbing the back of his neck. “I’m... in between jobs,” he stuttered, avoiding her gaze. Delilah’s heart sank, disappointment crashing over her like a wave. “In between jobs?” she echoed, her voice tinged with disbelief. Blake seemed to sense her dismay. “I know it doesn’t sound great,” he said quickly, trying to reassure her. “But I’m working on a few things. I just need a little more time.” “You’re jobless,” she muttered to herself as reality sunk in. “How did you pay for this room? For the wedding bands?” She asked, and he winced. “I didn’t. You did,” he said, and she collapsed on the bed. (PS: Cover photo isn’t mine. Credit to the real owner)

For as long as he could remember, life had always been cruel. A young man in his early twenties—his name now lost to the past—was dealt a life filled with misfortunes. A cold, empty apartment, a soul-crushing job, and, finally, a terminal diagnosis. With nothing left to live for, his only comfort had been escaping into the fictional world of Path of the Elemental Sage, a story of heroes, magic, and survival. But fate had other plans. When death finally came for him, he didn’t fade into nothingness. Instead, he awoke in the world he had only read about—a world of chaos and danger where death lurked around every corner. The air smelled of magic, the sky was filled with possibilities. {«[Status Window]»} [Name: Lyrium Blackwood] [Age: 16] [Rank: D-] [Skills: None] [Elements: None} At first, confusion filled his mind. Who was Lyrium Blackwood? Why was he here? And why did this body feel so different? But as his memories returned, so did the realization: this wasn’t some blessing or second chance. He wasn’t reincarnated as the protagonist. No destined savior. No cheat abilities. No grand fate. He was just another mob, a face in the crowd meant to exist and die without leaving a mark. But this young man—the one who had left his old name and life behind—wasn’t the kind of person to roll over and accept his fate. “This world is dangerous. The protagonist isn’t the only one fighting for survival here,” he muttered, his blue eyes cold and sharp. Unlike the naïve characters in the story, he knew the stakes. He’d read the web novel. He’d seen the carnage, the betrayals, the disasters that wiped out entire cities. And if there was one thing he refused to be, it was a pawn in someone else’s game. “I don’t care about glory. I don’t care about saving the world. All I care about is surviving—no matter what it takes.” Lyrium Blackwood wasn’t planning to live quietly or avoid danger. The only way to survive in this brutal world was to rise to the top. To be strong enough to stand above both heroes and villains. Using his knowledge of the story’s events and his iron will, Lyrium sets out on a relentless path to surpass the protagonist. Whether through clever manipulation, brutal training, or sheer desperation, he’ll climb higher and higher, leaving nothing to chance. But the deeper he gets, the more he realizes that this isn’t just the story he once read. As fate pushes him closer to the heart of the narrative, Lyrium begins to suspect that his reincarnation wasn’t an accident—and the world itself might be watching him. “I don’t care who or what stands in my way. If the story wants to kill me, I’ll rewrite the ending myself.” ---------------------------------- I apologize for any mistakes in this story, as it’s my first attempt at writing a novel. ---------------------------------- Chapter Update Schedule: (5/7) ---------------------------------- As the story has been vetted, readers can support me with Power Stones: PS – Power Stone 100 PS = 1 Extra Chapter 200 PS = 2 Extra Chapters 300 PS = 3 Extra Chapters ---------------------------------- Special thanks to @fallen_angel_26 for the amazing novel cover art, which I modified by changing only the hair color. :) ---------------------------------- Join the discord server to discuss about the novel with other readers and Author. Also for original character illustration https://discord.gg/CK8uNwYZ

Vector hates math! With all his heart! Due to severe dyscalculia, he can’t even handle the simplest calculations, like 1+9! After losing his parents, he is placed in an orphanage, and his school struggles only worsen from there. He fails his final exams every year in high school, can’t find a job, and eventually ends up living on the streets. Without a home, parents, friends, or love, Vector spends his nights under bridges or wherever he can find shelter. “I hate math!” he mutters, tormented, until this thought consumes him. Many years later, now old and sick, Vector finds himself on the brink of death. But with his final breath, something extraordinary happens: Vector wakes up, reincarnated in another world, one where dragons, fairies, and creatures of all kinds are part of his new reality. Here, in the continent "Harmony", magic is revered and is based on “Syntony” that each person can develop with one of the seven elements. “Magic? Amazing! Now, finally, I can study and learn something unrelated to math!” But unfortunately, things take a completely different turn from what he expected... “I… have a Syntony… WITH MATH?! This is a joke, right?! Damn it! Is it still trying to ruin my life? Screw you, Math!” In time, however, he begins to realize the immense potential it can grant him: a power beyond imagination. Determined to rewrite his destiny and to defeat dangerous enemies that threaten the life and existence of every living being, he will turn his greatest obstacle into the key to becoming the STRONGEST. “Now I understand, and now I accept it… MATH IS MY MAGIC!” { UPDATES: Every Tuesday, Friday and Sunday at 3:14 AEST (UCT/GMT+10) } [A/N: This is a slow-paced novel. Also, please don’t expect the protagonist to start out overpowered and dominate effortlessly from the beginning. As I mentioned, he will become THE STRONGEST, yes, but it will take time. (^-^ )]

"I can't be pregnant for my uncle!" I muttered under my breath, staring at the results in a state of incredulity. Skylar has life's struggles all put into one burden on her young shoulders: the fight to balance school and work, to help with her mom under her uncle's hard rule. Life spirals right at the turn of one weird incident that humiliates her, costs her her job when it is discovered she is pregnant. Then, when it feels like Skylar's world is falling apart, her mother remarries a very wealthy man whose twin sons immediately complicate her life. One has quietly watched her every move, while the other suddenly comes to her rescue, finding her torn between gratitude and suspicion. As secrets unravel and hidden agendas finally surface, Skylar must manage a world of deceit, temptation, and betrayal. Can she find the way to retrieve her life, or is the danger too much to bear in this new family?