He Must Have Been

Neva and Rhett, the two youths have their heart strings attached in love. Interfering their peaceful life circumstances unfolds scattering blades in their romance. Ishmael, with a heart of spikes, he looks to mend the wound, searching and failing for his Neva separated from him. Rays of love and joy filtering through clouds of horror in the world, Neva before him once more. The twisted fate entangling them, reveals the game of sphere as misery burns their soul. Concealed life beyond turning pages—one after another. The tale gathers: sin and virtue, tragedy and fortune, strength and weakness, destruction and creation, love and hate. Illusion is where we live; in the Garden of Eden before the fall of man. Illusive is serenity; an evermore sanguine of love. Visionary of paradise in the new earth; sows hope deep in the soul. Delusory pleasure of the world; shall bring us burns in the ocean of fire. Illusive Eden is rapture. Illusive Eden is tragedy. The fall of the man, even now bleeding red. The whisper whirls with the dawn of a man. He, who pretends to be the Hero. (The girl who promised to always be together, Forbids him to ever appear, Refusing to recognise him, She disregards all he ever had. Vowing to protect her, He's the terrifying truth she hopes rules lie. Tripping and ripping her, He's the living tragedy looming in on her life. He once was her Elayne, now her hiraeth; He's the villain pretending to be a Hero.)

What do you do when the first thing you remember after apparent reincarnation... are the steel bars of the prison coach, driving you off to an exile meant as just a fancy manner of execution? Deprived of all the memories of this world and armed with nothing but high spirits, Theo found himself in the land where mythic-grade beasts reign supreme. Thankfully, a reincarnation wouldn't be complete without a system! And what if his system... HAD SYSTEMS?! "An SSS-Rank beast wants to kill me over some berries? Fine, let me drop a hundred tons worth of stone on its head!" "Trains? Logistics? But do you know what a speeding train does to a body? Or hundreds of bodies, neatly stacked in formations for said trains to run over?!" "It's not a waste of resources, it's a future-proof investment! And I'm too rich to run out of them anyway!" Join in to follow Theo's path from nothing more than a monster's snack to the ruler of an industrial empire... an empire he built the proper way— from the ground up! *** Current Challenge: 100ps - 1 bonus chapter 150ps - 2 bonus chapters 250ps - 4 bonus chapters! ***

“I’m a warrior from the alternate universe.” “The Goddess summoned me to this world to defeat the Devil that has imperiled the world and to restore peace to the world.” “I understand that it’s my cardinal duty. Since I’ve been summoned to become a Warrior, I’ll do my best to beat my opponent even if he’s the almighty Devil.” “Don’t ask me why. That’s what the book says.” “But… isn’t this development straying from the plot?!” This is the beginning of a scam in an alternate universe. It is also the story of a warrior with a mission to defeat the Devil. At the end, he realized that he had been duped instead.

I’m a proud NEET who’s devoured every romance novel, manga, webtoon, and otome game out there. Just when I thought I’d conquered it all, a black bunny appeared in my dream. “Congrats! You’ve been chosen to help villains win across multiple worlds!” “Like a game?” “Uh . . . sure.” “Great, I’m in!” And just like that, I became an agent of the Villain System. Time to rewrite some happily-ever-afters—villain style. **[NOTE!]** This novel features multiple short arcs, each exploring different tropes such as ancient China, the modern world, beasts, werewolves, vampires, fantasy, school romance, idol groups—you name it! The twist? Each arc focuses on our MC making the villain (male) triumph over the male and female leads. The story is written primarily in 2nd and 3rd person POV for a dynamic and immersive experience. || Excerpt || [WARNING! MATURE Content Ahead!] “Then serve me . . . properly.” The command was both sensual and authoritative, and Xue Li’s pulse quickened under his intense gaze. The air between them grew heavy, her trembling hands faltering as she began to run the sponge across his chest, her touch featherlight against his scars. “Y-yes your majesty.” Xue Li’s hand trembled slightly as she dipped the towel into the warm, fragrant water, her breath catching as she squeezed it out over Han Feng’s shoulders. The water cascaded down his chiseled frame, tracing every ridge and contour of his muscles. She swallowed hard, focusing intently on her task, though her heart raced like a drum in her chest. She began at his shoulders, her touch gentle as the towel glided over his skin. His scars, a mix of old battles and untold stories, caught her attention, and she hesitated for a brief moment before continuing. The warmth of the water mixed with the heat radiating from his body, and the intimacy of the moment sent a shiver up her spine. Han Feng leaned back slightly, watching her through half-lidded eyes, his expression unreadable. “Slower,” he murmured, his voice a low rumble that made her pulse skip. Xue Li obeyed, her movements becoming more deliberate as she ran the sponge across his chest, down the defined lines of his abdomen. Each stroke felt unbearably sensual, her fingers brushing his skin as she worked. She tried to maintain her composure, but the proximity to him, the sheer physicality of his presence, made her feel as though the air had thickened. When she reached his arms, he extended one lazily, letting her clean him as though it were his divine right. Her hand moved carefully, trailing down his forearm to his wrist, her touch so soft it almost tickled. Han Feng’s silence was oppressive yet charged, the pressure of his gaze pinning her in place. As she lowered the sponge to his torso again, her hand faltered briefly near the sharp line of his hipbone. The water ran over his skin like liquid fire, and her breath hitched when she noticed the slight curve of his lips, a hint of satisfaction playing there. “You’re trembling,” he said, his voice velvet smooth, making her flinch. “I-It’s the steam, Your Majesty,” she stammered, though she knew it was a poor excuse. Han Feng chuckled softly, the sound deep and rich. “Hmm . . . Is that so? Then you have no problem cleaning my cock right?” Xue Li's eyes trembled, on the verge of tears, which seemed to please Han Feng. His smile grew wider as he urged her on. "Go on. You're going to serve me properly, aren't you?"

Rose stood defiantly, eyes locked onto his golden ones as she lifted the hem of her small top, exposing the smooth expanse of her stomach before peeling the fabric over her head. The red glittering bra shimmering under moonlight as if made for this very moment. She ignored the tremor of anticipation curling in her gut. None of that mattered. Not even the reckless haze of drugs clouding her thoughts. Tonight, she was in control. This was a mission. A mission to keep his attention solely on her so could save her friend from his curse. Her fingers hooked into the waistband of her shorts, her breath steadying when she saw him go rigid. Shoulders squared. Posture tensed. Not in fear. Not in disgust. But in something far sinister. His Interest. “Yes… feast your depraved little eyes and filthy mind on this,” she whispered, smirking as the shorts fell away, pooling at her ankles. The silky red thong clung to her hips, the moonlight accentuating every curve of her body. She flicked the discarded clothing aside, shifting her weight slightly as she let her nightly visitor drink in the sight of her naked glory. His posture no longer that of boredom. Good. That was exactly what she wanted. More like, what intoxicated, irrational Rose wanted. She twirled, giving him a deliberate view, rolling her hips just enough to torment. “Since you’ve made my life a living hell, I might as well return the favor.” She cast a wicked smile over her shoulder. “Consider this my gift to you—one you’ll never get to touch.” By the time she turned back, her stomach plummeted. He had moved. No longer a distant silhouette in the meadow—he now stood at the edge of her patio. Much closer and so much real. The thrill that had fueled her was fading slowly. Had she just made a mistake playing this game with her stalker? Swallowing hard, she lowered herself onto the chair, parting her bare legs wide and letting the wooden cross dangle before her barely covered cherry, in a taunt. A silent challenge. His fingers curled around the wooden rail, veins standing taut against the black ink of his tattoos. His chest rose and fell, controlled but heavier, as though restraining something barely contained beneath his skin. "Want a taste, my dear stalker?" Rose whispers She had him pinned. Or so she thought. Her shadowy visitor moves. Slow, deliberate steps leading closer. Panic slammed into her. No. Rose bolted upright, pressing the cross against the glass door separating them. “Stay back!” Her voice wavered a bit. “I swear, I’ll burn your stalking ass right where you stand!” He stilled. A beat of silence. Then— A low, quiet chuckle rumbled through the night air, reaching her ears like smoke. Deep and Dark. Her stomach twisted. The sound was foreign, yet eerily familiar. As if she had always known this was how he would sound. His hands rose in mock surrender, his hooded head tilting slightly, as if entertained by her little performance. Then, as effortlessly as he had closed the distance, he stepped back. Rose’s breath fastened. She was playing with fire, willingly, by provoking the one who comes out at night and remain in shadows. And he was enjoying it.   == In the embrace of her ancestral town, Rose seeks refuge from the echoes of her past. Little does she know, her return to her roots will awaken dormant shadows, shattering ordinary her existence. For when the darkness falls over the town, from the pitch black rises a shadowy figure that haunt her nights. In the darkness he sweeps her off the ground in terrible fear and the allure of sinister intrigue. And once the sun comes, a man with a god awful attitude, haunts her in the broad day light. Causing her to swell with pure disdain. With each passing night, it draws closer to Rose, casting a chilling spell that both terrifies and exhilarates her. Thrust into a labyrinth of mysteries can she navigate the treacherous path laid before her, or will her nightly visitor consume her whole?

About a young girl, who started feeling life challenge at a tender age, life took turns after her father's death every one of the family was in the hustle field to survive. she found true love, he was her comforter, and was there for her. When it.see. like the relationship was taken to the next level, the worst happen, it almost ruin her life.

A woman's first love is always meaningful, even if things don’t turn out the way we dream. Fate has a way of leaving us with memories that last a lifetime—some sweet, some bittersweet. For a hopeless romantic like Kayla, the thrill of blossoming love opened her heart to a world both cruel and beautiful. In the warmth of affection, she found joy; in the sting of reality, she found growth. Love, she realized, isn’t just about happy endings—it’s about the lessons, the longing, and the moments that shape who we become. This story is dedicated to my dear hopeless romantic friend, Yala

She was never supposed to love him, he was the one person she despised, but for how long could she deny the flutter and Sparks he made her feel. ******* She is an assassin, the princess of the witches, sent to marry the Vampire King with one purpose—to kill him and secure her clan’s victory in a war that has raged for centuries. He is Rhydian, the brooding king burdened by his father’s bloody legacy, forced into the alliance to protect his people from the looming Dragon Empire. Rhydian distrusts the witches, while Seraphina resents the vampires, but neither is prepared for what fate has in stall. As they face palace intrigues, ancient prophecies, and brewing rebellion, their indifference begins to shift into something neither expected—love, an emotion they both try to deny, but is impossible to ignore. I won't call this an enemies to lovers because she is the only one who hates him, also...this will contain R18 scenes, I'll always highlight that on every chapter so you can skip if you want. A/N: I hope you all will stick with me till the end, feel free to check out my other book, I'm in love with a grim reaper, you might like it, I hope you do.

Ella Foster is a self-proclaimed genius, coffee addict, and all-around bookworm. But when she wakes up inside her favorite 1800s historical romance novel, she's not the beautiful heroine or even the fabulous villainess. Nope. She's Eleanor Fletcher, a 17-year-old orphaned commoner with zero importance to the story-a complete throwaway character. No grand destiny. No powerful connections. Just poverty, a bakery job, and shoes so uncomfortable they might be a crime. Armed with her modern-day knowledge and fueled by a mix of sheer determination and sarcasm, Ella decides she's not going to be just another background extra. She's got a plan: open a shop, create mind-blowing inventions, and maybe even introduce indoor plumbing (these people have no idea what they're missing). Filled with humor, heart, and a dash of romance, I've Been Novelled! is a fun, clever twist on the isekai genre, where one girl's genius inventions-and a touch of 21st-century sass-might just change the course of a very different history. NB ( I don't post on weekends)

Every 10,000 years, a great war called RAGNAROK breaks out between the gods . Humans, elves, dwarves, fairies and other mortal beings are just pawns in the game of the celestial beings. As soon as civilizations reach a certain level of development, the gods bring about their destruction. This knowledge has long been forgotten and the Telos people do not know what awaits them. Everything changes when Frei, an ordinary young bandit, finds an ancient sword that carries the soul of the past. This is a story about an unequal fight against destiny.

Sonakshi, a powerful and ambitious businesswoman, has always been in control of her life. But everything changes when Aryan, a charming yet mysterious man, enters her world. What starts as a seemingly perfect romance soon turns into a dangerous game of deception, power, and hidden motives. Aryan, unknowingly being used as a pawn by a sinister third party, gets entangled in a web of manipulation. But Sonakshi, sharp and calculative, soon uncovers the truth—Aryan is not acting on his own. Instead of confronting him, she decides to play along, setting a trap of her own. The game is on, and Sonakshi is determined to emerge victorious. The scandal of their intimate photos being leaked forces their families into a heated confrontation. While Aryan's conservative family demands marriage as the only solution, Sonakshi's father refuses to pressure his daughter into anything against her will. Amidst the chaos, Aryan realizes his genuine love for Sonakshi and publicly declares that he needs her—not out of obligation, but because she completes him. He proposes, but Sonakshi, ever strategic, asks for time to decide. As twists and turns unfold, Sonakshi remains steps ahead, carefully plotting her next move. With secrets unraveling and new enemies emerging, the battle is no longer just about love—it’s about control, power, and revenge. In When He Came, love is not just about emotions; it’s about strategy. Will Sonakshi accept Aryan’s love, or will she use him to take down the real mastermind pulling the strings? In this high-stakes game, who will win, and who will lose everything?

**Previously Titled - What's Love?** Mia Heart is a determined 18-year-old girl who embodies the ideal student. An introvert with sharp intelligence, she consistently earns straight A's and lives a structured life that revolves around school and home, only engaging with a few close friends. Deeply passionate about science, Mia firmly believes in logical reasoning and dismisses the concept of love as nothing more than a chemical reaction in the brain. However, it's time for someone to show her that love is far more profound than she imagines. Enter Christopher Salvatore, a 21-year-old who is every girl's dream come true. With his kindness, charm, and striking good looks, he is a firm believer that love can conquer all. He understands that while logic is important, sometimes you need a bit of magic to truly connect. When Mia and Christopher's paths unexpectedly cross, the collision of their worlds sets the stage for an incredible journey. Will they embrace love together and challenge their beliefs? Love has a way of finding us, and Mia and Christopher are about to discover just how transformative it can be. Join them as they navigate the powerful bond of love and respect that awaits.

Delyth has had her fair share of luxury and worked her whole life for years more of it; so by what fate was she exiled to the west and more importantly how would she survive the wrath of the imperial prince who's dead set on bringing her down... PS: cover not mine, contact me privately if you want it taken down.

mystery Island

Chen jia xin, a clumsy and delicate looking girl, who works really hard every day and still creates time to spend with her boyfriend, arranges for both of them to go on a vacation. She suddenly catches him in bed with the receptionist. Wang xi yi the big boss of city k, no one dares to mess with him coincidentally ended up in bed with jia xin. “Miss you are three weeks pregnant” jia xin felt her life has come to an end, “I will marry you “ xi yi said with no slight of hesitation. Can this two different people coexist, will they end up falling for each other.

After dying in an accident, a burnt-out office worker is reborn as King Azriel Von Albrecht, the infamous tyrant from a novel he once read as a teenager. To make matters worse, a prophecy foretells his downfall, marking him as a doomed ruler whose reign will end in bloodshed. Determined to change his fate, Azriel refuses to wait for death. If the prophecy speaks of a Chosen One destined to bring his ruin, his only option is to strike first by killing them before they can fulfill their destiny. Yet, he is forced to confront a brutal question: Is survival worth becoming the villain? ON HIATUS

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Lucian awakes in a dark basement, possibly about to be sacrificed. With no body of his own, he escapes and possess a unsuspecting boy. unfortunate the boy's contious is still active even if he has no control over his body. Now the two, Lucian and Lucas, must work together to get Lucian home and so Lucas can possibly get control of his body back.

thanatophilia

story about Jee wook a murderer and innocent girl so hee who has been accidentally witnessed the murder and kidnaped by murderer who later fall in love with her and forced her to marry him but she hate him because she think that he is cold and cruel man who killed people ..............

Sora and Yui are about to embark on their college journey, each navigating a new chapter in their lives with a mix of hope and uncertainty. Sora, a reserved psychology student from a small countryside town, has come to Tokyo to pursue his dreams of a peaceful, fulfilling life. All he seeks is a sense of belonging in a city that feels both vast and intimidating. Yui, on the other hand, has lived in Tokyo her whole life. Though she’s familiar with the city, she struggles to connect with others and feels out of place in her psychology major, a path chosen more by her mother's influence than her own passion. As the two students cross paths, their differing backgrounds and experiences lead them to unexpected friendship and growth. Together, they navigate the challenges of university life, discovering more about themselves and each other as they journey through a world of change and possibility.

What would you do if you had the power to reincarnate endlessly, but with one restriction: you could only reincarnate within the same bloodline, bound to the family of your previous life? What if, with each death, you awakened a new ability tied to death, and with each rebirth, you gained a power tied to life? This is the fate of Surya, an ordinary man thrust into a ruthless world ruled by strength. In a realm where immortals and saints reign, Surya must adapt to survive, transforming himself into a demon to navigate the brutal hierarchy of power

"Do you love me, Jackson?" Jackson cupped her face, his touch gentle, his lips hovering just above hers. "With everything I have, Elissa. Always." She had believed him. From the moment they met, Jackson had been her safe place—her dream of love wrapped in warm embraces and whispered promises. He was everything she had ever wanted, a man who knew how to love her, how to make her laugh, how to set her body on fire with a single touch. Their love had been effortless, intoxicating, the kind that made the world disappear. Marriage was supposed to be a beautiful beginning, and for a while, it was. Jackson showered her with affection, made her feel like a queen. His family embraced her, and she basked in the warmth of a home she had longed for all her life. Every night, she fell asleep in his arms, believing she was the luckiest woman alive. Until the love in his eyes turned into something else. The passion that once burned between them became cold, distant. His once gentle touch became possessive, almost punishing. The man who had once worshipped her body began to treat it like a right, not a gift. She wasn’t sure when it changed—was it when she got pregnant? When she moved into his family home? Or had Jackson been wearing a mask all along? "Jackson… what happened to us?" she whispered one night, hoping for the man she married to return. He looked at her, his gaze unreadable, and for the first time, she felt afraid. "Go to sleep, Elissa," he said, turning away. But she couldn’t. Because deep inside, she knew—something was breaking. And this time, love alone wouldn’t be enough to save it.

When preservationist Celeste Carter is hired to oversee the restoration of the historic Fairmont Theater, she expects a battle with real estate developer Adrian Hawthorne—not a descent into a decades-old mystery. The once-grand theatre holds a dark past, tied to a devastating fire in 1948 that killed a young actress named Evelyn Ross. The official story claims it was an accident. But the deeper Celeste digs, the more she realizes that someone is desperate to keep the truth buried. Strange occurrences at the Fairmont—ghostly whispers, missing records, and a mysterious informant—convince Celeste that Evelyn’s spirit is trying to communicate. When anonymous threats escalate into physical attacks, she and Adrian uncover a sinister conspiracy that dates back to the theatre’s original owner, Nathaniel Wren. But Wren wasn’t the only one involved. Powerful men in Port Bellingham conspired to cover up the truth—and some of them are still alive. With danger closing in, Celeste and Adrian must navigate a maze of deception, corruption, and long-buried secrets. If they expose the past, they could bring justice to Evelyn after seventy-five years. But someone is willing to do anything to stop them. And the Fairmont isn’t the only place haunted by its history.

Have you heard of the 'Dark Forest Hypothesis'? It suggests that alien civilizations exist, but they remain silent—ever fearful of malevolent civilizations lurking in the cold, dead void. Salivating for just a sign of life. This apocalyptic nightmare seems to be Earth's reality, where we find ourselves subjugated and silenced. Yet, as if that wasn't cruel enough, calamitous black holes have emerged—ravenous, devouring our world. Within them dwell—once-venerated gods of myth, now twisted into entities hellbent on harvesting countless souls to sustain their existence. Fate is stirring... its instrument is none other than Azario Anagnostopoulos—who MUST KILL THE GODS. Want more? Keep in mind my chapters are on average 5k words(that's a lot!) but I'm uploading it into bits on this site so people don't think there's not much content out. Then check out the author's notes at the end of any chapter. I can't wait to see you there! ;)

CLAIMED BY MY EX-HUSBAND'S RIVAL: I MUST HAVE MY REVENGE! Synopsis: Roman Sionis / Melanie Holland Roman's hand grasped her neck, gently tilting her head back. His lips left a fiery path along her neck, his breath hot against her skin as he said in a menacing whisper “Tell me, Mel, what do you desire?” Melanie remained unmoved, her eyes devoid of emotion. “What I desire is inhumane” “Say it” Roman urged her. Without hesitation, she declared in a fixed tone, “I want Anthony Hamilton's head.” She paused a bit. “Can you get it for me?” Roman placed a soft kiss on her neck and collarbone “Anything for you, baby, I'll bring the head of every person in his family” “Good.” •••••••••••• After being betrayed by her ex-husband, Melanie is given a choice— In exchange for her son's life, she must infiltrate the life of Lord Sionis, the most powerful mafia Don in all of Germany, and leak information that can jeopardize his success. Only then she'll be free from her Ex-husband's clutches. Melanie finds out the hard way why they call him the deranged Alpha, not only does he thirst for the blood of men, but he also has a soft spot for little animals. Her greatest fear turned out to be her greatest salvation. If Roman Sionis decides to help Melanie plot her revenge, what will Anthony's fate be? •••Unicorse (⁠ ͡⁠°⁠ᴥ⁠ ͡⁠°⁠ ⁠ʋ⁠)