Musty Flick

In the apocalypse, Bai Junjun and her arch-enemy wiped each other out fighting over resources. When she opened her eyes again, she unexpectedly found herself in ancient times. The apocalypse's big shot had turned into a refugee fleeing famine. War, famine, plague, bandits... dangers lurked everywhere. Fortunately, her Special Ability had followed her. The Wood-series Ability was incredibly useful in fleeing war and famine. Facing famine, a flick of her fingers made food grow wildly. Facing plague, by casting a Healing Technique, she became immune to all diseases. Facing bandits... as long as... as long as she aligned with the strongest Seven-Person Team, who would dare to attack? There was just one problem—the leader of the Seven-Person Team was her ex-fiancé, who was one foot in the grave. That was a bit awkward. They used each other for their mutual benefit, She provided food, and he ensured her safety. But... the ex-fiancé was a bit of a glutton, wasn't he? Until an accidental intimate encounter, Bai Junjun suddenly saw a vast Space. Wait a minute! The food that she had grown with her Special Ability... was it all in here? This guy actually had a Space! ... They broke off the engagement at the height of prosperity, and they reunited amidst chaos. When both the male and female lead have changed their hearts... Two max-level bosses meet on a narrow path in ancient times, eventually joining forces in a story of internal spiraling competition.

At the movie premiere, a curious reporter notices the marks on Xia Siyu’s neck. “What’s that?” Xia Siyu flicks her hair carelessly. “A mosquito bit me.” After returning home, Bo Yan pins her against the wall, his voice teasing yet dangerous. “A mosquito? Do I need to bite you again?” Xia Siyu gains weight easily and is always fat shamed with words like being “as fat as a pregnant woman”. One day, she is mocked so harshly that she appears on the top searches. While everyone thinks of it as another joke, the movie star, Bo Yan, replies unexpectedly, “Thank you for your well wishes! Our baby is already three months old.”

For a long time, Malin always felt that Fate had been quite generous to him. Although he had to face that life-threatening job every day, as long as he had the lovely Leopard Girl cooking delicious food for him daily, and as long as there was meat to eat and cats to stroke, life wasn't too unbearable. Working a bit harder and facing some difficulties on the job weren't really an issue for a man. Moreover, being able to live two lives meant one shouldn't have too high demands, right, Mr. Different-Kind? Having said that, and without waiting for an answer, the young man snapped his fingers, and the white flame on his fingertip lit the tobacco in his other hand, then he flicked it towards the non-human entity on the stake. Welcome to Abield, to witness the last splendor of the steampunk era. And the madness.

[Genesis System rebooting after 76 years of inactivity.] [Administrator Slot: Vacant.] [New Administrator Confirmed:—] The screen flickers. For a moment, the letters distort—glitching between gold and blood-red. A name appears. [Administrator Confirmed:—Elias Vaughn.] A sharp ringing fills my ears. The name means nothing to me, but the system hesitates. The text wavers, blurring, like it’s… realizing its mistake. Then, the letters dissolve. [Administrator Identity Error.] [Correcting…] [New Administrator Confirmed: Christian Arkwright.] A cold shiver crawls down my spine. I open my eyes, and the world isn’t mine. My breath catches—too soft, too light. My limbs ache, but they feel… small? My fingers curl. Slender. Pale. Delicate. This isn’t my body. The floating screen pulses again, words forming in golden light. [Primary Abilities Bestowed:] Creation Magic Spatial Manipulation Magic? My mind stutters, but before I can process it, another notification flashes. [Warning: You are a Deviant.] [Deviants are to be executed by royal decree.] [Status: In Hiding.] I freeze. No second chances. No learning curve. The moment someone discovers my power, I die. Then, the screen flickers again—this time, the text warps on its own. The golden glow dims, and a final message, faint and fragmented, pushes through. [If you are reading this… you are the last.] My pulse pounds in my ears. A soft static hums in the air. [The world has forgotten me, but you must not forget what I left behind.] [Survive. Learn. And when the time comes… create hope again.] Then—so quiet it’s almost lost in the noise—comes a whisper. “Welcome back, Elias.” A pause. A hesitation. The system flicks as if to correct itself. “…Welcome back, Christian.”

This book consists of very long chapters. [2k-2.5k average words per chapter] ............................ Dave was a quiet man and a simple cook that worked in a local deli in a small town. One day a job opportunity comes knocking on his door which could be his ticket out of his simple and mundane life in his town. But things take a wrong turn when the job that he was so excited about turns out to be a trick played by supernatural forces to make him agree to play a game… Tricked and then kidnapped from normal life he is forced to play a part in a deadly marathon called the Race to the Top for the entertainment of the Gods. The rules of the Marathon were pretty simple, players chosen by the gods would be sent to another dimension comprising of 9 different worlds or floors. And the first one to cross the 9th floor successfully wins the game. Thrown into a world of magic and swords naive Dave constantly struggles to keep living and also witnesses a lot of atrocities committed just for the sake of entertainment of the so-called ‘Gods’. There are monstrous beasts in these worlds that could kill him with a flick of their paws while the locals of the world are all scheming and cunning bastards that wouldn't think twice before stabbing him in the back. Now armed with a system that could improve his overall stats as well as an inventory with limited face, he decided to fight off all of his adversaries head-on. Now all that is left to see is whether he would be able to make it to the Top. .............................................................................................................. Note- 1>The word count of chapters fluctuates between 1.6k to 2k words till chapter-11. But from Chapter 12 onwards the word count of upcoming chapters would be at least 2k words. 2>Chapter would be released at exactly 9:25pm IST.

Melanie Collins was the perfect wife—caring, strong, and dependable. For the last few years, she had managed her husband’s messy family, and business alone while waiting for her husband to return from studying abroad. But when he finally came back, Melanie’s world fell apart—he wasn’t alone. Along with him was his 'best' friend. Broken and confused about the change in her husband, Melanie didn’t know where to turn. And then she stumbled into another cold reality. Everything she had believed was a lie. Seething with anger and humiliation, as she tried to come to terms with the betrayal, an unexpected person steps into the picture, intent on seducing her and conquering her. The only problem? The man was her ex brother in law... And against her better judgment, she is attracted to this bad boy... But as Melanie tried to make sense of the changes, she discovered there was more going on than she ever imagined. Had both brothers loved really fallen in love with her? Or was she just a pawn in a bigger game? excerpt Since he had already been leaning against the table, he simply slid onto it, and with one swift motion, he hooked his boot around the leg of her chair and pulled it—pulled her—closer.The sudden movement made her jolt slightly, and when she looked up or rather when she looked ahead, she found herself staring directly at the zipper of his jeans... She looked up then and met his gaze. He caught her chin," Would you like to check if I am only pretending, sweet melon?"Melanie stiffened. And then pushed back her chair suddenly, so that Adam almost lost his balance, as she stood up. Before he could balance himself, she placed her hand on his shoulder, her fingers brushing against his neck.  Adam stiffened, his eyes glittering as he waited to see what she would do next. And she, of course surprised him as her other hand, slowly settled on the inside of his thigh. And then, the hand on his shoulder started to move. Her fingers tracing the side of his neck before lifting as she shot a glance to the corner of his mouth. The little piece of metal glinting there. She flicked at it lightly, barely a touch, but Adam could feel the heat all over his body, as she leaned in close, her lips barely a few centimetres away...so that they could both feel each other's breaths… She smiled slowly then. "Careful, Adam," she murmured, her voice playful, but carrying the unmistakable edge of a challenge. "Keep pushing, and I just might call your bluff."

From another world, to a Devil. As a student, all he does is go to school, study, and play video games. A normal life as everyone else. But, fate decides to shake their head and flicked the switch. Standing up to a ghoul and death, he resurrected in another realm. A different world... Different timeline, different air, different people, and... different body and gender?? Follow our main character disguises under the name 'Rize Violet' as he/she(?) survives from any life threatening dangers to find a way back home. But, the journey may take a toll on one's unlasting pride and conscience... It may even require challenging the gods. ------- Heya! Just wanna say that I'm reposting this story. I made sure to make every chapter unique with this one, so be sure to re-read them if you already have. But, if you're new, I hope you enjoy what you're about to read :D - FinnAlfi a.k.a. SirAxey

For centuries, Orthus Valen, the greatest magic user in history, has been trapped inside Velkaroth Academy, the very institution he once helped build. Immortal, invincible, and all-powerful, yet bound by an unbreakable curse, he is allowed to roam freely within the school—but can never leave. Despite mastering every form of magic, he cannot break the chains that hold him. But one day, Orthus discovers a loophole—he can summon beings from another world. With a flick of his fingers, he brings humans from Earth into his world, turning them into his students. Some are geniuses, others are clueless fools, but one thing is clear—they are the key to his freedom. As the students grow stronger, so do the cracks in his curse. However, Velkaroth Academy is not just a school—it is a prison built to contain a being feared by the gods themselves. And if Orthus ever regains his full power, the world will shake once more.

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?

[Trigger Warning: Mature Content] They say the Silvermoonlight Masquerade changes fates. It did for Lydia Ashford too, but she lost more than she gained. In a world where strength defines worth, she was wolfless, but she refused to be weak. With beauty that shimmered like stardust in the midnight sky and a mind as sharp as a dagger, Lydia was a name spoken with both awe and envy. But admiration was never enough. She forged her own path, honing her combat skills, proving her intelligence, and standing beside Theodore Sinclair, the Alpha’s son, through every challenge. If she could not shift, she would rise in every other way. The Masquerade should have been another step toward securing her future. Yet fate had other plans. One sip of wine. One moment of weakness. One stranger’s touch. And everything she built turned to ash. The man she trusted turned his back on her. The pack that once praised her cast her aside. And the child growing inside her became her only reason to survive. Banished. Forgotten. A name only whispered in shame. Yet, Lydia did not break, she endured. Five years later, she returns—not as the girl they discarded, but as a woman ready to reclaim her life. But fate is not done with her. Because the man who marked her as his? The one who unknowingly fathered her child? He’s standing right in front of her. And this time, he’s not letting her go. ...... The glass hovered near her lips.  "Drink," Nickolas commanded, his voice rough with hunger.  Lydia obeyed, parting her lips as the rich, red liquid flowed onto her tongue. But before she could swallow, his mouth was on hers—hot, demanding, merciless.  The wine spilled between them, sliding over her lips, down her chin. But he didn’t stop. He deepened the kiss, his tongue sweeping inside, stealing the taste straight from her mouth, devouring every shaky breath she tried to take.  By the time he pulled away, she was trembling.  His fingers tilted the glass. A slow trickle of wine spilled onto her collarbone, rolling between her breasts, gliding down her stomach.  The moment the first drop touched her skin, his mouth followed.  His lips grazed the delicate curve of her neck before he dragged his tongue along the slick trail of wine, chasing every drop as it slipped between her breasts. His teeth scraped her skin, and before she could react, he latched onto her, sucking deep, his tongue flicking and teasing before his mouth sealed around her hardened peak.  Lydia arched beneath him, her hands fisting into the sheets as heat coiled low in her stomach.  "Nickolas," she gasped, her voice breathless, desperate.  He groaned against her skin, his grip tightening on her waist as he sucked harder, the wet heat of his mouth sending pleasure pulsing through her veins. He alternated between sharp, aching nips and long, slow strokes of his tongue, drawing soft moans from her lips. "Messy," he murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction as he pulled back just enough to watch her squirm beneath him. His fingers traced the path the wine had taken, slow, possessive.  Then his lips brushed lower, over her navel, his breath a sinful caress against her heated skin.  He smirked against her. "I thought your laughter was the most beautiful sound to my ears…" His fingers slid between her thighs, teasing, coaxing, pushing her to the edge without giving her what she needed.  Then, with a slow, deliberate bite against her inner thigh, he whispered, "Until I heard your moans."  A sharp gasp escaped her lips as he kissed her again, his hands gripping her hips, holding her right where he wanted.  "Nickolas," she whimpered.  He chuckled darkly, his lips trailing back up her body, lingering at her throat before he spoke against her ear. "I could get drunk off you."  Lydia swallowed, her body burning, her thoughts unraveling.  But deep down, she already knew—she was the one drowning. 

Lin Feng wanted a lazy life, but fate had other plans. After reincarnating into a failing sect, he accidentally activates the Supreme Ancestor System, making him invincible. He waves his hand—enemies drop dead. He flicks a rock—a mountain splits in half. He takes a nap—disciples think he’s comprehending the Dao. Now, the entire cultivation world fears him, his sect is rising to power, and all he wants is some good food and sleep. Too bad his legend won’t let him rest.

Since the dawn of time, a godly relic has drifted through the void, watching the birth of universes, witnessing beings who could shatter stars with a flick of their hands, erase galaxies with mere words, and obliterate entire realities with their mastery of the different elements. But after eons of watching, it grew bored. On Earth, Yasuo, a reincarnated demon arts grandmaster now reincarnated as a regular young man, lies bored in his bed, thinking about this world's various confinements. The next day, he opens his eyes only to find himself carrying a "Godly Relic." As someone who wasn't able to use his dark magic on earth, Yasuo could only rely on the "Godly Relic" And his past experiences to travel through countless worlds and spread the entrance of his Holy Land, determined to cultivate and grow stronger. --------------------Rewards-------------------- 30 Power Stones= 1 Bonus Chapter 30 Golden Tickets = 3 Bonus Chapter Castle= 10 Bonus Chapters The bonus chapters will be updated altogether, even if it's 14 chapters at once, on Monday at 00:00 gmt+8 ( Server Time )

WARNING: MATURE CONTENT! ~Who'd ever thought the young Alpha's son would fall in love with his nanny?!~ She was like the mother he never had, the older sister he's always wanted, his ONLY best friend. After an incident at the Dark Risers's pack, the Alpha sends his son away to another pack to be trained and nurtured into a better person; the future Alpha. Twelve years later, Daniel returns a full grown teen with a high sex drive and lust for beautiful women. At such a young age, he handles the pack solely and also bears the pressure of finding a mate from the elders and his relatives. But Daniel doesn't want a mate. Never does and never will. Why get stuck with one woman who would cause him trouble than spend every night of his with women of his choice? Will he live alone in his carnal pleasures or eat his words? I.G: C3e_Jay Discord: C3e_Jay#0881 Discord server: https://discord.gg/C7zhwcQkQS Disclaimer: Book Cover not mine. Fonts and design by me. (◔‿◔) Volume 1 status: COMPLETED Volume 2 status: ONGOING Volume 3 status: COMING SOON Excerpt; for Volume (2) But…" John held the pillow in his hand with a serious, thoughtful look. "Is this what you really want?" Jephthah looked up from where he was finishing up a sketch of Talia and frowned slightly. "What are talking about?" John sighed and came close to him and Jephthah tensed up because his brother looked really serious. And when he did, he always had something really important to say. "You want Talia to be your fated mate, don't you?" "More than anything in the world." Jephthah said without missing a beat, a light glinting in his eyes like stars, but they died down when he noticed John still had that serious look on his face. "John, What's wrong?" "Jephthah," John sighed. "We're twins... you know that right?" Jephthah almost flicked his head at the stupid question. "So?" "And we're like two peas in a pod. We're each other's half." Jephthah narrowed his eyes at him. "Do you think YOU might be my mate?" John hit his head with a pillow this time. "No!" "Then get straight to the point, John." "70% of girls who are mated to a twin usually are mated to…" he paused looking Jephthah In the eyes before finishing his sentence. "the other twin as well." The pencil fell off his grasp, rolled over the sheet of canvas paper and dropped with a thud to the floor, the sharp pointy end of the graphite breaking off to fall next to the door. "What?!"

Renji Kurogane was an otaku and martial arts prodigy with a simple dream—to become an all-powerful demon prince surrounded by a massive harem of beautiful women. Ever since he was a kid, he fantasized about being an unstoppable demon lord, crushing his enemies and having demon princesses and goddesses swoon at his feet. But in reality, Renji was just a goofy, carefree high schooler who loved anime, games, and martial arts. One day, during a school trip with his classmates, fate took a dark turn. Their bus was involved in a horrific accident, and everyone onboard was killed. While his classmates were summoned to a human kingdom to become heroes and fight against the Demon King’s forces, Renji’s destiny took a different path. When Renji opened his eyes, he found himself lying on a luxurious bed in a dark palace, surrounded by powerful demon generals, and sitting before him was a tall, imposing figure with crimson eyes and horns—Lucifer, the Demon King. “Welcome back, my son.” Renji had been reborn as Renji Lucifel, the youngest son of the Demon King. But this wasn’t some ordinary rebirth—Renji quickly realized that he wasn’t just strong… he was absurdly overpowered. His demonic energy surged like a storm, and his body overflowed with magical power greater than even the Demon King himself. He could bend reality with a flick of his hand and instinctively wield powerful dark magic, advanced martial arts, and swordplay without even trying. Even the gods, who stood above creation itself, were wary of his existence. When Renji casually shattered a divine barrier meant to restrain him on his first day awake, the gods started to panic. His father, Lucifer, and his older siblings—who had spent centuries honing their strength—were left speechless as Renji effortlessly outperformed them without even knowing how strong he was. But despite his overwhelming strength, Renji didn’t lose his personality. He remained the same goofy, carefree otaku, cracking jokes and flirting with demon princesses while casually wiping out threats to the demon kingdom. His playful attitude and easygoing nature left the demon nobles both awestruck and bewildered. Things became even more complicated when Renji learned that his classmates—his friends from his previous life—had been summoned as heroes to oppose the Demon King’s forces. While the human kingdom prepared for war, Renji had to decide where his loyalties lay. Should he stand by his new demonic family or reconnect with his old friends? But Renji wasn’t too worried about the conflict—after all, he could crush both sides if he wanted to. His real problem was the growing attention from the most powerful and dangerous women in existence: • The cold and dangerous Demon Princess of Ice starts blushing whenever Renji teases her. • The proud Dragon Queen challenges Renji to a duel, only to immediately propose marriage when he wins. • The mysterious and seductive Goddess of Chaos appears in his bedroom, asking if he’d like to “create a new world” with her. • Even the cold-hearted Demon King himself seems a little too impressed by Renji’s strength. “Wait… why is the Goddess of Love sitting on my lap?” “The Demon Queen wants to make me her king?! “Father… can you please tell the Succubus Queen to stop trying to sneak into my room?” Renji dreamed of becoming a powerful demon prince with a massive harem—and now that dream has become his reality. But with the fate of the world resting on his shoulders and every goddess, princess, and demon queen vying for his attention, Renji’s greatest challenge might just be figuring out how to manage his new life. “Well… this turned out even better than I imagined. Time to enjoy the perks of being the strongest!”

In the hidden corridors of power where desire and danger intertwine, Valeria Ivanov—the beguiling daughter of a notorious mafia don—learns that seduction is her deadliest weapon. Tasked with a mission that pits her against the equally formidable Adrian DeLuca, the enigmatic heir of a rival crime family, she enters a world where every whispered promise and stolen touch could be fatal. Adrian, a master strategist renowned for his icy reserve, finds himself drawn to her intoxicating blend of danger and seduction, his calculated facade slowly melting beneath the heat of their forbidden encounters. As secret trysts evolve into nights of raw, unbridled passion, the boundaries between duty and lust blur. Every clandestine rendezvous is a battle between their relentless ambition and the exquisite pleasure of surrendering to temptation. Amid the decadent backdrop of blood-soaked loyalty and whispered betrayals, Valeria struggles with the growing conflict between her mission and the irresistible allure of a love that promises both ecstasy and ruin. In a world where trust is as fragile as a whispered secret and every caress could conceal a knife, Beneath the Crimson Veil is an erotic journey into the depths of passion, power, and betrayal. Here, the price of desire is steep, and the stakes are life and death—leaving both hearts and empires forever transformed by the flames of a forbidden love. Excerpt: The dim glow of the city lights cast jagged shadows across Adrian’s sharp features as he leaned against the edge of his desk, arms crossed, his gaze a storm of suspicion and something darker—something far more dangerous. Valeria stood across from him, her expression an intoxicating mix of defiance and amusement. She had perfected the art of playing innocent, but tonight, something in Adrian’s eyes made her heart pound in warning. “You’re up to something,” he said, voice low and measured, like the edge of a blade pressing against silk. She arched a brow, taking slow, deliberate steps toward him, her heels clicking against the hardwood floor. “Oh?” she mused, tilting her head. “And what exactly am I up to, amore mio?” Adrian’s jaw tightened. “You tell me.” A slow smirk curled her lips as she invaded his space, her fingers lightly grazing the lapel of his jacket. “You don’t have proof.” His eyes darkened, flicking down to where her fingers toyed with the fabric. “I don’t need proof,” he murmured. “I see it in your eyes. The way you watch me. Like you’re calculating your next move.” Valeria chuckled, the sound soft, teasing. “And here I thought you were the one watching me.” She dragged her nails lightly down his chest, feeling the way his muscles tensed beneath his tailored suit. “You want proof?” His hand shot out, gripping her wrist, but his touch wasn’t rough—it was deliberate, commanding. “Yes.” His voice dropped lower, nearly a whisper. “Prove it.” The challenge hung between them, thick with tension. Her pulse hammered in her throat, but she didn’t hesitate. She reached up, her fingers threading into his dark hair as she closed the space between them, her lips grazing his—soft, testing, before she deepened it.

Year 1540 Nicole is a lowly human from the mainland trying to make ends meet as she would often paint for middle and high-class people sometimes even Purebloods which was rare in her case. She receives little money which doesn’t financially support her living. Until one day she received an invitation from the Snow Kingdom to paint the great Lord Jasper Gervassius. She reaches the kingdom and Meets Lord Jasper in the hopes of making a big income she receives more than what she bargains for. ---------------------------------- Teaser: Jasper placed both of his hands on either side of Nicole's head trapping her with his body. He stared down at her looking at his sweet innocent lamb, he couldn't help but smile at her widely. Her doe-like eyes staring back at him only made him want to devour her "Why do you play these games with me darling you know I don't like it. I think you forgot who you're dealing with." He leaned down against her lips slightly flicking his tongue in her mouth making her crave for more."My Quahneah Woman" Nicole gasped in shock as she wondered how he knew her tribe's name. Before she could say another Jasper had cupped her cheek softly placing his lips on hers and kissing her softly as he slowly removed his hands against the wall. He was wrapping his arms around her waist bringing her body closer to his as there was no space between them. As they continued Nicole started to become breathless pulling herself back to breathe, she couldn't help but look up to see Jasper looking at her with a smile that was Duchenne. His purple orbs looked into her seeing the love and adorn affection he was showing her.  "Jasper I have a question to ask you" Jasper hummed waiting for her question" What are we going to do about the tirade ." Jasper's smile suddenly became sinister as he narrowed his eyes "Why don't you leave that to me, darling."

We became what the eyes see us as. Not us. Not real. *** "Try this." Yuki lifted his gaze to see a fish ball skewered on a stick, held close to his mouth. The hand offering it belonged to none other than the striking stranger standing beside him. He wore a blue and white uniform, a black bag slung over one shoulder. Yuki’s eyes landed on the stranger’s face again. Even now, he still wasn’t used to seeing someone like him—a face that seemed completely out of place in their small, ordinary town. There was no doubt he was an outsider. "Yuki." Yuki was startled when the stranger moved the skewer even closer to his lips. He could smell the warm, spicy sauce, and without thinking, he quickly flicked his tongue over it. His brows furrowed in surprise—it was unexpectedly delicious. Instead of reprimanding the stranger, he found himself praising him. "Mm, this is good!" He opened his mouth to take a bite of the fish ball—only for it to vanish into thin air. "Huh?" Confused, he looked up, but the stranger was already busy selecting more street food. Yuki’s cheeks suddenly burned, and with clenched fists, he moved closer to him. "What’s your problem?" Even the elderly vendor glanced at them, observing how the stranger completely ignored Yuki. His face flushed with frustration, as if ready to pick a fight. The vendor quickly intervened. "Alright, alright, no fighting! Son, just choose what you want." He nudged Yuki toward the food stall. "No, thank you." Yuki muttered before walking away from the kiosk. The old vendor watched him leave, staring in silence until he disappeared from sight. "One more order of that, please. And make it to-go." The stranger finally spoke. "Ah, sure, son." When the vendor handed him the food, the young man left without another word. Hands in his pockets, he walked in the same direction Yuki had gone, the plastic bag of fish balls dangling from his fingers. The vendor sighed and sat down, shaking his head. "Kids these days." ©2025

In the shadow-soaked realm of Elaria, there is only one ruler: Zephyr Nocturne, the all-powerful Dusk Emperor. By day, he plays the part of a humble guild janitor, bumbling through Umbrosia while keeping his god-like powers in check. But by night, he leads the Order of the Veil, crushing any opposition with a flick of his wrist - all while believing he is simply executing his brilliantly crafted plans. This is a comedic dark fantasy where an overpowered protagonist juggles his chuunibyou tendencies with accidental world domination, proving that sometimes, the best way to rule is to clean up the mess you didn't mean to make in the first place.

Kaisha McLarren wasn't the sweet, cheeky girl like before. No. Not anymore when she turned 16. A drastic change turned her life as exciting as it can be. After 3 years of keeping only to herself, her family decided for her to get back out there. To attend the most elite academy in the country for her college years. Sure. She could be surrounded with people again. Good luck with her mood swings, for she could pluck out anyone's head just by her hands, bite anyone's flesh and bone with her teeth, and kick anyone like a pebble just by a single flick of her feet. Yeah. Because to no one's knowledge, this beauty is also the Beast.

A heroic tale. A knight in shining armor. A mage who can obliterate the world with just a flick of a finger. A mysterious rogue that moves like a shadow. A goddess so stunning and wise, shining upon the world and giving humanity a flicker of hope in the darkest times. Yeah, you’re not getting that here. Instead, let me introduce you to my squad—ahem, I mean, the Hero's Backup Squad! The unsung, overworked, questionably competent crew that works behind the scenes to make sure the real "heroes" don’t trip over their own destiny and die before they actually save the world. Hah! Do you really think heroes always win? That they magically save the world, have crazy strong powers, never die before the final battle, and somehow pull off the impossible every time? Yeah. That’s because the gods upstairs hire others to make sure things don’t go off track. That’s what we do. The invisible fixers, the divine crisis management team, the ones patching up the hero’s dumb mistakes before it happen while they get all the glory. Not that I’m bitter about it. (Okay, maybe a little.) I’m supposed to give a proper introduction here, but honestly? I don’t, I—ugh. You know what? Just read it. You’ll see. Sincerely, Goddess Yuna Keeper of the Subdivision of Heroic Affairs (And Unpaid Babysitter of Questionable Recruits)

Selina gasped for air, her heart racing as her body involuntarily thrashed in her sleep. Her indigo eyes flicked open wide as she choked back a scream. She looked up into Liam's worried face as he wiped away the beads of sweat forming on her brow with a damp cloth. "Lina, this was the longest one yet. Your whimpering and thrashing woke me about 36 minutes ago, and you were already covered in sweat." Liam told her, his voice heavy with concern as he glanced at the clock. Liam ran his hand through his hair. "Please tell me you remember something this time." He asked, almost pleading. Selina shook her head while sitting to look out the window. Over the forest, the orange-pink hue of the sunrise was starting to appear. Selina breathed deeply as she tried to recall something, anything other than the emotions she experienced during her dreams, but as usual, she was unable to. Some dreams were comforting and made her feel warm. Those dreams involved a blonde-haired man with green eyes. The other dreams, much like the current dream, left her full of despair and fear or left her feeling just plain empty. Usually all she could recall of those dreams was fire or blood. Liam stood up, muscles tense as he raised his arms and ran both hands through his thick black hair again, grabbing a fistful which he let fall back as he spoke, "Maybe she was wrong. Or maybe the prophecies were wrong. Maybe we really are Moonglow and not Lunaria. I don't know." Liam sighed deeply, sitting on the edge of his bed and turned to face her again before continuing, "Lina, your dreams are getting worse, and time is running out. You haven't dreamed of him in months. We don't know anything, not really. We just have mom's fairy tales. It's been ten years, maybe our memories are wrong. I... I just wish we had some guidance, something firm." An image of an attractive man with a square jawline, full red lips, deep green eyes and chin-length shaggy blond hair flashed through Selina's mind. She inhaled deeply before speaking, "He's Valentino. We need to get to Red Lake Pack." ********************************************************************* The Lunaria bloodline has been hunted for generations forcing them to live as lone wolves to conceal their identities and ensure the chance to fulfill the prophecy. According to Selina’s mother, Selina Moonglow is the prophesied one. With the disappearance of her mother when she was young, Selina only knows four things: Her dreams will guide her Never reveal their true last name Follow her instincts Her wolf will stay bound until she accepts her mate. ****************************************************************** Selina stood before him, her fated mate. She had dreamt of his scent and his eyes for months now. A warmth crept over her as the flutter deep within her belly increased, almost to the point of breathlessness. He was seated at his desk, studying something with his shaggy blonde hair covering has face as he looked down. Why isn’t he looking up? The mate bond should be forcing his eyes to me... Selina thought. Confused she called his name, “Valentino..” Before she could finish, his cold, hard voice interrupted her, “It’s Alpha Valentino. Get out. I’m busy. Make an appointment.”

Renji was once the best struggling artist in modern Japan—his talent unmatched, yet unrecognized. He poured his soul into every stroke, dreaming of a world where his art truly mattered. One fateful night, exhausted from work, he dies suddenly and awakens in a vast fantasy world… reincarnated as a Painter Magician! In this new life, his artistic skills are no longer just for show. With every brushstroke, he can summon weapons, creatures, and landscapes into reality. A flick of his wrist can summon a blazing phoenix, a towering fortress, or an unbreakable shield. Now, instead of a starving artist, he is an adventurer, traveling across kingdoms, battling monsters, and leaving behind breathtaking murals that hold magical powers. From dueling rogue mages to painting legendary relics into existence, Renji embarks on a thrilling journey, carving his own legend with nothing but his brush and boundless imagination. But as powerful forces begin to take notice of his abilities, he must decide—will he paint his own destiny, or become a pawn in someone else's masterpiece?

 The flickering neon sign of the Crimson Dragon casino reflected in the oily puddle at my feet, the smell of synth-noodles and desperation thick in the air. I flipped the platinum coin – not currency, but a memory chip containing Luna’s digitized consciousness – and caught it with a practiced flick of the wrist. Victor owed me more than just money; he owed me *her*. Tonight, I collect. And if the rumors about his new "bio-engineered enforcers" were true, tonight’s payment would be in blood. 

Sebagai seorang putri yang tidak dapat menguasai sihir, satu-satunya nilai Putri Daphne bagi kerajaan adalah pernikahan yang telah diatur. Tugasnya sederhana, namun ketika Daphne diculik dan dibawa ke pegunungan dingin Vramid, ia menyadari bahwa ia sudah over her head. Ia pernah mendengar tentang pegunungan terkutuk ini sebelumnya ― medan berbatu, suhu beku, dan tanah ini diperintah oleh seorang pria yang banyak ditakuti orang di benua tersebut. Raja Atticus Heinvres, penguasa haus darah di Utara. Walaupun ia belum pernah bertemu dengannya sebelumnya, cerita tentang kekejaman Raja Atticus tersebar luas. Ada yang mengatakan dia adalah monster, yang lain menyatakan dia adalah iblis itu sendiri, tetapi apapun ceritanya, semua orang tahu tentang pria yang memiliki kekuatan di luar imajinasi siapapun. Dia bisa menggulingkan pasukan dan menghancurkan negara hanya dengan melambai tangannya sekali, didukung oleh apa yang dikabarkan sebagai cincin obsidian terkutuk. Tidak ada seorang pun di luar Vramid yang pernah bertemu raja yang ditakuti itu sebelumnya. Tidak sampai Daphne. Namun, ketika bertemu dengan pria hebat itu, Daphne mengetahui bahwa raja mungkin tidak benar-benar menjadi monster seperti yang diklaim orang lain. Bahkan, apa yang tersembunyi di bawah perisai obsidian itu mungkin saja berlian yang belum dipoles. ― [Petikan] “Sekarang... di mana sebaiknya aku letakkan kalian berdua?” dia bertanya dengan santai, tanpa mengharapkan jawaban. “Sayang sekali aku hanya memiliki satu chandelier.” “Di bawah tempat tidurku? Tidak, tidak, terlalu kotor. Boneka debu kesayanganku tidak pantas mendapat ini,” gumam Atikus pada dirinya sendiri. “Di atas perapian? Bagaimana dengan meja rias? Mungkin jika aku memotong salah satu kepala kalian, aku bisa pasang di atas... Istri, kepala mana yang ingin kamu lihat saat kamu menyisir rambutmu?” “Atikus!” Daphne berteriak. “Aku tidak ingin ada kepala! Lepaskan mereka.” “Baiklah.” Atikus mengangkat bahu, dan menggerakkan jarinya. Ada dua suara retakan yang identik saat kedua leher patah secara bersamaan. Daphne menarik napas, terkejut. Pria ini, suaminya, baru saja membunuh dua orang dengan sekali flick jari, seolah dia sedang memadamkan lilin. “Aku bilang lepaskan mereka!” Daphne berteriak lagi. “Iya, aku telah melepaskan mereka,” kata Atikus. Kemudian, matanya menggelap. “Untuk menerima penghakiman ilahi dari langit.” ― Server Discord: https://discord.gg/7HAMK2bRYU

The schizophrenic and bullied middle schooler Lee Jin-woo is about to start high school, but just when he thought his biggest worry would be finding a way to avoid drawing attention to himself, a virus outbreak occurred on the second day, plunging his school into a nightmarish hell, a setting straight out of a zombie thriller movie. However, while he was trapped in this come-to-life zombie horror-flick, not only does he have to think of a way to survive, but he also has to grapple with the fact that this virus outbreak might have been caused by his careless mistake from earlier in the morning. .... A rewrite of 'Apocalypse: Apparently, I Can See Zombies' #Story based in South Korea #Story based on South Korean zombie thrillers #Story best read at night #Story best read in bed #Story has plot twists #Story has irredeemable villains #Story will have heavy character building #Story will be emotional # Enjoy the story :)

The ocean roared, waves surging like beasts, crashing against an ancient throne carved from blue crystal. Noel stood in the midst of the chaos, his heart pounding as voices echoed in his head. A memory surfaced—one not his own yet deeply familiar. He saw a man with a face identical to his, regal and powerful, commanding the seas with a mere flick of his hand. The man turned, his gaze piercing. "The throne of waters belongs to you now," he said, his voice calm yet heavy. "But the cost is your past, your pain, and your fears. Will you take it?" Noel woke up with a jolt, drenched in sweat. His hands trembled as he clutched his chest, struggling to slow his racing heartbeat. It was the same dream again, haunting and vivid. But Noel didn’t know the man or the throne—or why he felt both terrified and drawn to it.

Kaito Amagiri, once a celebrated hero, has been exiled to a cursed forest for the safety of those around him. His overwhelming power made it impossible for him to live in human society without causing chaos—something Kaito himself barely notices. Now, in his secluded forest home, he hopes for nothing more than a slow, peaceful life away from the demands of his former life. But peace is elusive when you’re a hero with too much power. As Kaito tends to his humble garden and enjoys the quiet days, his accidental encounters with the forest's creatures begin to change everything. With a flick of his hand, he defeats monsters without breaking a sweat. Without realizing it, he starts to gain the loyalty of the very creatures he’s unintentionally tamed. What starts as a single house in a cursed forest slowly grows into a thriving village, then a city—and eventually, an empire. Kaito wants nothing to do with power or responsibility, but the forest has other plans. With his calm demeanor and complete lack of ambition, Kaito becomes the ruler of a kingdom he never asked for—one that might just be his unintentional legacy. Will Kaito ever get the peaceful retirement he dreamed of, or will the empire he built, completely by accident, drag him back into a life of responsibility he never wanted?

In the lush forest kingdom of Verdanthe, magic is a crime punishable by death. Pandora, a quiet girl living on the outskirts of the kingdom, is different. Born with a voice that could weave storms, heal wounds, and hands that could create plant life, Pandora has spent her life in silence, fearing that even a single note or flick of her wrist might expose her. Her father once told her that magic like hers can only end in fire. But when the ruthless king’s hunters arrive in her village, searching for her, she is forced to flee back to her home in the Nyxmaris sea. She is one of the last of her kind and the only one who can restore magic to the world. But the more Pandora uncovers about the her origins, the more she realizes that singing might not set her free—it might break the world apart. Torn between silence and rebellion, fear and freedom, Pandora must decide: will she keep swallowing the magic inside her, or will she let it finally be heard? Perfect for fans of lyrical prose, atmospheric fantasy, and heroines who wield quiet power, The Wild Song She Swallowed is a spellbinding tale of identity, music, and the price of unleashing your true self.

In a world where power ruled and trust was a blade waiting to strike, Lu Yan walked alone. Not out of fear, not out of weakness, but because solitude had always been his greatest strength. As a plant summoner, the earth itself bowed to him. Forests obeyed his whispers, roots coiled at his command, and even the wildest of flora bent to his will. There was no need for allies—until he met them. Fan Zhi. Lila. Jian Mo. The strongest of the strong. A warrior whose blade could cleave mountains, a magician who wove destruction with a flick of her fingers, and his most trusted—his shadow—Jian Mo. Not a friend, not family, but the one person Lu Yan had allowed closest. Their strength was undeniable. Their presence, unavoidable. And so, for the first time, Lu Yan walked beside others. Together, they ventured into the final dungeon, an ancient ruin pulsing with power long lost to time. Every step deeper tested their skill, their will, their loyalty. They bled together, fought together, survived together. Or so he thought. The betrayal wasn’t reckless. It wasn’t obvious. It was precise, patient—rooted in greed, waiting for the perfect moment to surface. Every look, every word, every shared battle had been a thread in their web. They had studied him, learned the way he thought, anticipated his every move. They knew his strengths, but more importantly, they knew the weaknesses even he had overlooked. So when the final trial came, when the dungeon itself trembled with the weight of the power they had sought, the trap was already set. The air was thick with heat, the walls licked with molten fury, the ground unstable beneath their feet. And then, Jian Mo struck first. A blade—not of steel, but of something darker, something ancient—sank into Lu Yan’s back. A paralyzing force surged through him, seizing control of his body, locking his power away in an instant. The one person he had trusted most had known exactly how to sever him from his strength. Fan Zhi’s sword followed, slicing deep. Lila’s magic wrapped around him like a serpent, binding him in chains of searing energy. They had calculated every detail. No dramatic speeches, no arrogance—just cold, efficient betrayal. And then, without hesitation, they cast him into the abyss. The last thing he thought about was Jian Mo’s face, expression unreadable as the molten depths swallowed him whole. Pain. Fire that melted flesh, burned bone, and tore through his very essence. For the first time, Lu Yan truly knew what it meant to die. But fate was not done with him. In the heart of the inferno, something stirred. A force beyond comprehension. A power that did not belong to this world. The fire did not destroy him—it remade him. The pain became something else. Something worse. Something greater. Then, darkness. When Lu Yan awoke, it was not to fire, nor stone, nor the ruins of the dungeon. It was to a world reborn. The sky above him was a fractured canvas of impossible colors, shifting and writhing like a living thing. The air was thick, charged with an energy that thrummed beneath his skin. And all around him, the earth pulsed—not as he had once commanded it, but as something wild, untamed, ancient beyond reason. The plants here were not mere tools of a summoner’s will. They were alive in ways he had never imagined. And they watched him. He was no longer the betrayed summoner. He was something else. Something far greater. As he stood amidst the endless forest, his body still echoing with the power that had saved him, one thought burned brighter than all the rest: if fate brought me here I would master it all. The winds whispered his name. The trees bent, waiting. The Life begins with a seed --- .... (Hello Author here, I'm open for any suggestions)

Don Victor, the notorious Underworld Boss, known by his alias SKULL, is a figure whose true name and face remain a mystery to all except his inner circle. To the world, SKULL is a terrifying legend whose very name sends chills down spines. No one dares to challenge him, as he has ruthlessly eliminated anyone who tried, leaving only whispers of his terror behind. Those who managed to survive did so by fading into the shadows, too afraid to even think of revenge. The fear he instills is unmatched, and his power over the underworld is absolute. Yet, behind the ruthless exterior, Don Victor has one weakness: his obsession with movies, particularly the works of his favorite director, Tames Kamron. He watches his films on repeat, each time getting lost in the emotions, the betrayals, and the action—sometimes even firing a gun when the tension peaks. His love for cinema borders on the obsessive, with his emotions swinging from tears to rage at the flick of a switch. "Boss... Director Tames Kamron is retiring." "What? No... I can't accept this. I'll kidnap him and make him make films for me!" But fate had a different plan. Bang... And just like that, the mighty underworld boss met his end. But the story doesn't end there. Don Victor opens his eyes in another world, with his life hanging by a thread. [Make a movie in one year, or your life is over.] Now, in a strange new world, Don Victor must face a new set of challenges, where the stakes are higher than ever before. Will he overcome this new challenge or will his reign as SKULL truly come to an end?