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There once was a Skeleton Demon King so dreadful that even the gods were vexed by him. “If you do our work for us, we’ll turn you into a human.” However, the gods deceived him with a fraudulent contract and sealed him away. “Now that the Demon King is gone, let’s eliminate all demons.” “For demon subjugation and evangelism alike, let’s entrust it to the precious [Saint] on our behalf.” “As for that insolent Skeleton Demon King… let’s torture him for life, imprisoned within a maggot.” That’s definitely what happened, and yet. “Oh my, baby Saint, you’re awake?” He had become the Saint? Moreover, the son of a Duke of the Holy Empire that sustains the gods? Then, if he destroys this country, won’t the gods also be destroyed? “Oh my, why does the baby Saint seem so pleased?” “Baby Saint, this is the hateful Skeleton Demon King’s toy. Would you like to break it once?” “The great gods have reclaimed everything from the Skeleton Demon King who insolently challenged a god despite not knowing his place.” …Let’s destroy this country. Let’s destroy it while taking the gods’ backbones as well.

I’ve faced criminals, gunfire, and danger on the streets of Dallas for over a decade as a police officer. But nothing—absolutely nothing—prepared me for the silent, invisible crime that would almost destroy me. It started innocently. Like many people trying to secure a better future, I got into cryptocurrency. I wasn’t reckless. I did my research, joined forums, read whitepapers. Eventually, I was introduced to an investment platform that claimed to specialize in crypto growth through high-frequency trading. They used real terminology, had convincing dashboards, and even fake customer support agents who followed up weekly. It seemed legitimate. They sold me the dream of financial freedom, of early retirement—something we all wish for after years of risking our lives in the line of duty. Over the span of 6 months, I poured over $180,000 into the platform. Every last dollar of my savings. Then one day, the site disappeared. Support emails bounced. My login failed. My funds—my future—were gone. I was devastated. I felt betrayed, humiliated, and broken. I’m a police officer—I’m trained to spot deception, to protect people from predators. But I couldn’t protect myself. I tried everything. I filed reports, contacted cybercrime units, reached out to blockchain analysts, and even paid a few so-called “recovery experts” who ghosted me after taking more of my money. I started falling apart mentally. I couldn’t focus on the job. I withdrew from my family. I stopped sleeping, eating, even caring about life. For the first time, I understood what it meant to feel hopeless. But just when I was ready to give up, I came across a testimony online about AUTOPSY MAINNET RECOVERY—a U.S.-based crypto recovery service. I was skeptical at first, of course, but something about their process gave me a glimmer of hope. I reached out to them at Autopsymainnetrecovery@autopsy.co.site, thinking it would be my final try. From the first conversation, everything felt different. They didn’t make fake promises. They didn’t pressure me. They were thorough, professional, and—most importantly—they listened. For the first time in months, I felt like someone was truly fighting for me. AUTOPSY MAINNET RECOVERY launched an aggressive forensic investigation into the wallet addresses, tracked suspicious blockchain movements, and within just days, they had successfully retrieved over 85% of my stolen crypto. I cried. Not because of the money—though that meant the world—but because someone out there actually cared enough to help. I share this story as a warning, and as a thank you. Crypto scammers are getting smarter, and no one is immune—not even a cop. But there is hope. AUTOPSY MAINNET RECOVERY saved not just my investment, but my sanity, my purpose, my life. If you’ve lost crypto to a scam, don’t suffer in silence. Reach out to the best recovery team in the United States. They don’t just recover assets—they restore lives. WhatsApp: ‪+44 758 601 9698‬ Website: autmainrec.com Email: [ Autopsymainnetrecovery@autopsy.co.site ]

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Sometimes the biggest prize is the heart you never meant to win. Callie Monroe had never planned to leave Bandera, Texas. Her roots ran deep in the dusty trails of her family's ranch, where she grew up wrangling horses and chasing sunsets. But when her mother was critically injured in a farming accident, the hospital bills stacked higher than hay bales. Her father—desperate and proud—demanded a sacrifice Callie couldn't make: marry the well-off widower next door, a man twice her age with a cold smile and controlling ways. With the help of a childhood friend who'd made it to the city, she packed up her boots, dreams, and barely enough cash to get by…and moved to New York. There, she found work behind the bar at a dive in Brooklyn, pouring drinks, dodging creeps, and sending every spare dollar back home. She wasn't looking for love, but when she heard of a game show that paid winners handsomely, she couldn't resist. But she sure as hell didn't expect a game show to change everything. Grayson Wolfe was a tech genius with the instincts of a wolf. He turned a teenage startup into a billion-dollar enterprise long before he was legally old enough to drink the whiskey he now sold in bulk. But when his father passed away, the old man's will came with a cruel twist: Grayson had to marry—and stay married for one full year—before he could legally inherit full control of the Wolfe fortune and family conglomerate. He didn't need love. He needed a name on paper. A bride. A loophole. In a move that shocked his board and delighted reality TV producers, Grayson entered a high-stakes televised dating show, ironically seeking a convenient partner. The premise? Win the game, win a partner…and a hefty cash prize. He didn't care about the money. He just needed someone willing to sign the damn papers. Armed with charm, wealth, and arrogance, Grayson assumed every woman would be throwing herself at him. Until the redhead in the red dress rejected him. Callie Monroe wasn't dazzled. She wasn't impressed. She hated 'controlling,' and that's what the man was; she couldn't understand why everyone wanted him. Yes, she wanted the money, but not when her pride and dignity were on the line. Grayson had never been humiliated, and so publicly; Callie intrigued and annoyed him, and somehow, he knew that their paths were still going to cross, and he would make her pay for her insolence. What happens when Grayson turns out to be Callie's boss at her new office? Their connection soon spirals into a dangerous game of desire, denial, and a deal that might cost him everything…especially his heart. He had everything… until her.

I wasn’t proud of what I did, but I got his phone cloned. My heart pounded as I opened the dashboard.

*Author's other work (She belongs to the Demon King)* *** They say opposite attracts, that's a lie. Opposites kill each other! When a hot blood meets another hot blood, things are bound to get burnt. That is exactly what happens when the pompous and prideful elven princess, Neriah of the Avelah Kingdom is forced to marry the brash dragon Prince, Barak of the Trago Kingdom. Neriah's goal is to someday break away from her marriage and run away with the love of her life, Lyle of the Niles. While Barak will do everything to keep her as a wife. Neriah is certain she's in love with another, but she's also certain that no one can ignite the kind of passion her husband brings. Her husband who she hates more than anything. Can the flames of passion be drawn from hate? Can that same passion burn down the walls of lies, betrayal, and hurt? Can its ashes transcend into love? Excerpt "I am a rose, a beautiful flower, delicate and precious! But you my dear sir are nothing but the thorny stem! Prickly, dangerous and very harmful!" ranted Neriah while poking his chest with her index finger. "Well you seem to forget one important detail, my love." He calmly grabbed her poking hand. "And what would that be, my fine sir?" "That the thorny stem and the rose grow together. The delicate rose and the prickly thorn, they belong together my dear." "You—" "And no amount of ranting and raging will change that. You think I want to keep a witch like you? You are a pain in the neck. If I am a thorn then you are a piece of fish bone stuck inside my neck. I cannot swallow and I can not spit it out! I just have to bear it!" "You insolent bastard! Do you mean to say I am a burden!" "Well you are no precious prize, are you?" And that was it, she threw herself at him with her claws ready to mar his face, but he was quicker and he caught both her hands with one of his own and pressed her heaving chest upon his. Golden eyes stared deep into hers. They were as green as the fresh leaves on an orange tree. His fingers caressed her face, “You might not be a precious prize, but by the heavens, you are mine.” And his lips fell on hers, and once again, another argument was drowned.

"Left" "No right" "Is it that hard to position this in the centre?!!!!" I scream at the workers in my house but they all ignored me. The ignored me like the ones before them and probably the ones after them will ignore me. "Such insolence!" But who can I blame? It's not their fault they can't HEAR me. It's also not their fault they can't SEE me. But... IT'S ALSO NOT MY FAULT THAT I'M A GHOST!!!! Halit Garner is the illegitimate son of the wealthy business tycoon, Alexis Garner. Unfortunately for Halit, this isn't the story where he gets all the money from a wealthy estranged father by luck. All Halit got was tons of death threats from the legitimate children and a house. A very huge house that it shouldn't be called a house but a mini hotel. Little did little Halit know of how this newly discovered money making residence will change his life and the life he lived before that.

Kael Veyne n’aurait jamais dû survivre. Née au sein d’une noble maison de guerriers, élevée parmi les puissants, elle était destinée à un avenir qu’elle n’a jamais eu l’occasion de revendiquer. Lorsque sa famille fut massacrée, on la laissa pour morte—un fantôme sans nom dans un monde qui l’avait effacée. Mais Kael a survécu. Enfouie dans la cité souterraine de Ravaryn, elle est devenue une combattante, une chasseuse, une lame dans l’ombre. Elle ne désirait rien d’autre que laisser le passé derrière elle—jusqu’à ce qu’un étranger arrogant et insupportable vienne bouleverser son monde. Riven Dain cache quelque chose. Derrière son charme et son insolence se dissimule un homme aux trop nombreux secrets, un homme lié à la même maison noble qui a détruit la vie de Kael. Il prétend n’être qu’un voyageur, mais lorsque les seigneurs de guerre se mettent à le traquer, Kael sait qu’il ment. Désormais, liés malgré eux par le destin et la trahison, Kael et Riven doivent abandonner les ombres. Le monde d’en haut les attend. Le passé refuse de rester enfoui. Et Kael Veyne en a fini d’être oubliée. Car le sang qui coule dans ses veines n’a jamais été destiné à l’exil. Il était fait pour régner.

Après dix ans de relation, Aysha, 33 ans, découvre que l’homme qu’elle a tant soutenu dans ses galères l’a trahie sans scrupule. Cœur brisé, fierté piétinée, elle décide de se reconstruire seule. Plus question de faire confiance. Mais alors qu’elle tente d’oublier, un inconnu de 24 ans surgit dans sa vie comme une tornade. Insolent, mystérieux, séduisant… et bien plus riche qu’il ne veut le montrer. Pourquoi s’intéresse-t-il à une femme plus âgée, désabusée, au bord du gouffre ? Entre confrontations, attirance inattendue, secrets bien gardés et douleurs du passé, Aysha n’a jamais voulu de cette histoire. Mais au fond… Est-ce qu’elle a vraiment le choix ?

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Title: "Our Firm Lost 100+ BTC to Alpha Capital CFD – How We Recovered With BitReclaim" Posted by: Harvey_WA (Verified Business Email) Subreddit: r/CryptoScams "After a grueling 14-month battle, I can finally share our story—part cautionary tale, part hopeful update for other victims. I’m the CFO of a mid-sized pharmaceutical company in Perth. Like many, we were drawn to Alpha Capital CFD’s ‘institutional trading platform’ with promises of 1:1000 leverage and ‘risk-managed’ crypto strategies. Big mistake. We allocated over 100 BTC (then ~$4.2M AUD) across 2023. At first, everything seemed legitimate—flashy dashboards, ‘audited’ smart contracts, even Zoom calls with their ‘compliance team.’ But when we tried withdrawing profits, the excuses started: ‘AML verification,’ ‘liquidity delays,’ then outright ghosting. The Recovery Nightmare We hired two ‘crypto forensic firms’ (both turned out to be scams). One demanded upfront ETH for ‘recovery gas fees’ and vanished. Another claimed they’d ‘hack’ Alpha Capital (laughable). By Q1 2024, we’d written off the funds. Then we found BitReclaim.com Unlike others, they: Had no upfront fees (they work on a %-recovered model). Provided a technical deep-dive showing how Alpha Capital’s smart contract siphoned funds into leveraged wallets. Collaborated with Binance and Chainalysis to trace our BTC across 12 wallets. The Result Phase 1: Recovered 82 BTC (sent to our cold storage in April). Phase 2: Another 16.8 BTC frozen on an exchange (legal process ongoing). Remaining 2+ BTC still being traced through mixers (BitReclaim’s team updates us weekly). Lessons for Other Businesses Never trust ‘regulated’ claims without verifying licenses yourself (ASIC has no record of Alpha Capital). Recovery is possible, but 90% of ‘experts’ are scams—stick to firms like BitReclaim with public track records. Act fast: The longer you wait, the harder tracing becomes. If you’re a victim, document everything and email bitreclaims@protonmail.com directly. Don’t waste time on Telegram ‘agents.’ AMA about our case—happy to share details

Aeliana’s body tensed, every instinct urging her to flee, but her legs refused to obey. The weight of Kaelion’s presence pressed down on her chest, as if the air itself bowed to his will. She clenched her fists, willing herself to stay upright, to meet his gaze with whatever scraps of courage she could muster. She wouldn’t let him see her fear. “Step forward,” Kaelion ordered, his tone smooth but unyielding. Her jaw tightened. The part of her that was human screamed to fight, to run, but there was a faint hum beneath her skin—a whisper of something else. Something fae. It stirred like a forgotten memory, pulling her feet forward against her will. She stopped only a breath away from him, her chin tilted defiantly despite the trembling in her limbs. Up close, the king was even more overwhelming. His features were carved in sharp, perfect lines, his mismatched eyes glinting with an intelligence that saw too much. He wasn’t just cruel; he was calculating. A predator who enjoyed the chase as much as the kill. “What are you?” Kaelion asked, his voice soft but dangerous. He reached out, his claw-tipped fingers brushing the edge of her hood. She flinched, and his lips twitched—a hint of amusement at her reaction. “I’m no one,” she bit out, her voice steadier than she felt. “Just a thief.” “A thief?” he echoed, his fingers catching the edge of the hood. With a single motion, he pushed it back, exposing her face to the moonlight. The murmurs of the onlookers grew louder, their perfect features twisting with disdain. Kaelion’s eyes narrowed, his gaze raking over her. “No one, indeed.” He took a step closer, his presence enveloping her like a dark tide. “And yet… there’s something about you. Something familiar.” Aeliana’s heart pounded as his hand moved, fingers brushing the curve of her jaw. His touch was light, but it burned like fire, sending a shiver down her spine. “I should kill you for your insolence,” Kaelion said, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. “But there’s a… curiosity to you. A defiance I rarely see.” His lips curled into a smirk that didn’t reach his eyes. “I think I’ll keep you instead.” “Keep me?” Her voice cracked as anger flared, momentarily overriding her fear. “I’m not some pet to be claimed.” Kaelion’s smirk vanished, replaced by a cold, imperious glare. “You misunderstand, little thief. I’m not offering you a choice.” Aeliana’s stomach twisted as he raised his hand, his fingers glowing faintly with dark energy. Before she could react, a pulse of power shot through her, wrapping around her wrists like invisible chains. She stumbled, her knees buckling, but the magic held her upright. “You’ve entered my city, stolen from my people, and dared to defy me,” Kaelion said, his voice echoing with authority. “Your punishment will serve as a lesson to all who think they can do the same.” “And what punishment is that?” she spat, struggling against the bonds. Kaelion leaned in, his face inches from hers. “You’ll serve me,” he said, his voice a low, menacing growl. “Body and soul. Until I decide you’ve earned your freedom.” The crowd gasped, their whispers growing louder as the king straightened. Aeliana’s blood ran cold as she realized the full weight of his words. This wasn’t just about punishment—it was about control. And she was at the mercy of a man who had none. “Take her to the palace,” Kaelion commanded, his eyes never leaving hers. “I’ll decide what to do with her later.” The soldiers moved to obey, and Aeliana felt herself being pulled away, her body still bound by the king’s magic. As they dragged her through the streets, the crowd parted, their beautiful faces filled with a mix of fear and contempt. She clenched her fists, her mind racing. She couldn’t let this be the end. She wouldn’t let herself be another victim of Kaelion’s tyranny. Somewhere deep inside her, the faint hum of power stirred again, stronger this time.

"Get your hands off me!" she wrestled against my grip, so I held her even tighter. "Put this on!" I groaned, toiling to keep her in place and wishing again I’d worn the damn gloves. The feel of her warm skin under my arm and palm wasn’t helping my focus. "I'm not taking you home like this!" "You don't tell me what to do!" she snapped, thrashing to break free of my hold as I fumbled with the cloak in my other hand, trying to drape it over her bare shoulders. "I'm not going home! Let me go, I said!" "Did you really think I got you out of there just to let you wander the streets, almost naked, like a lunatic?" That stopped her. "What did you call me?!" "LU-NA-TIC." "You... You…! Take your hands off me, you insolent brute!" Enraged, she yanked her arm too abruptly and lost her balance. I caught her, wrapped her in the cloak, and threw her over my shoulder. "PUT ME DOWN!" She shrieked and flailed, but I ignored her, making my way to the Commander’s house, which, thanks to Braa, was only two streets away. Since the entire population was in the square for the ridiculous festival, no one intervened at the frantic cries of the wild creature. No wonder in the ten years I've known the Commander, I've never heard that he has a daughter. She must’ve been kept locked away. Strangely, she suddenly went still and quiet. Had she grown tired, worried about attracting attention, or finally realized how inappropriate it was to show up at her parents' doorstep in this state? She didn’t seem to care before. With every step, my anxiety grew—she was limp. "Hey!" No answer. Seriously?! "Hey, you!" Nothing. A bad feeling crept over me, so I pulled her off my shoulder and into my arms. Her head fell against my chest—unconscious. "Hey! Hey, you!" I shook her, but she didn’t react. Panic surged through me. Had she fainted? Had I held her too tight? Lifting her more securely, I sprinted toward the Commander's house.

Life's a bitch but I'm a bigger bitch Kesha is a difficult person to be with, she is different and hates everyone, building a fence around her heart. Painful experiences from the past, bad occurrences has made her harder and difficult to please. Sebastian moved to a new country, different and new people, he falls in love Kesha and tries to win her over. Will she accept him? Will she learn to love him? Will she be finally accept him? With the lovely childhood and all the love Kesha couldn't get, will Sebastian be able to win her over excerpt: I am not your everyday teenager. Well I am sixteen and a whore. I guess that makes me a Villain. I would look mad ass sexy in a Villain suit. "You have to learn to knock mom. You do not want to see me in bed with a boy, fucking my brain out"I snapped at her walking out of the bathroom. Excerpt : Just drive us to my sudden doom" I said and placed my legs on the dashboard. My top might have ridden up a little and I just could not possibly stop myself from grinning whenever I caught him staring "Does someone love my tattoos?" I asked with a teasing smile and a silly look plastered on my face "They are beau--ti--ti--ti--ful--ful" he stammered and held the steering wheel tighter "Cats got your tongue or are you just nervous around a sexy thing like me" I said and purred, enjoying how he was getting red. He was a tough one, he refused to stare at me, he just kept his focus on the road. "Awww, am I not tempting enough to steal your attention?" I said mocking how focused he was. I caught his eyes moving from me to the road. I have gotten a reaction "So I am tempting?" I asked with a  smirk plastered on my face. I got my legs off the dashboard and moved closer to him resting on the armrest and holding my amused face  "Do you want to see a very cute tattoo?" I asked and purred in his ears, he did not answer me but I knew I was affecting him. "So you do not want to see?" I asked faking a   frown and pouting  "I do" he said in a rushed tone, someone is excited, he turned to look at me and caught my smirk "I knew you would" I said. I tugged the neck of my shirt to make it lower to reveal the tattoo I had on my chest. "You like?" I asked He nodded and turned to look at the road. "Aww you are looking all red and stuff" I teased and poked him for added effects. "I had no idea boys could be this red" I added and continued to tease him with my laughter 'I think he has had enough teasing for a day'   my subconscious reminded me. I turned to look at Sebastian, he was red and was gripping the wheels like his life depended on it. He really makes teasing easy but not fun, he is not flirting back, making me look like a whore 'You are one' my subconscious reminded me again, I gasped and smirked 'Am I?' I wanted to laugh at my own joke but I do not think Sebastian is ready for more craziness. I sort of miss Regina, sorry my room, I might be asleep right now or trapped in a book, got to keep straight A's. I looked up and realized the dirt path we were driving through looked familiar "Sebastian?" I called, he hummed to tell me he was listening "Where are we?" I asked "I have brought you to your doom...

“The daughters of a man like that doesn’t deserve to live.” The crowd chattered angrily, they were ready to tear them apart. “The princesses of Elderslot should be put to death.” She raised her head slowly, she glanced at the current emperor of the Aubreun Empire, he wasn’t very much different from how she remembered him; he was only dressed in the clothes of the imperial palace and his name had changed. “Heads down you insolent witch!” One of the palace guards snapped before smacking her cheeks, her head snapped to the side and blood seeped from the cut. “The princesses of Elderslot should be put to death!” The crowd kept on chanting. “The tyranny of the duchy of Elderslot has come to an end his majesty should do us a favor and kill them all.” “Kill them all!” “Show no mercy!” “Off with their heads!” “Silence!” The Emperor yells and the crowd grew silent. “The house of Elderslot has indeed committed treason against the imperial family and the empire as a whole, but I assure you, the Duke of Elderslot and all those responsible has been executed.” Her heart hammered in her chest, and once again she dared to look up at him, he spoke with a dignified arrogance whilst radiating kingly aura; he was like a stranger. “My verdict is mercy, they shall be given their lives but their positions will be reduced to nothing.” The tears that well in her eyes, slipped and fell to her blooded dress. The Emperor turned in her direction as he spoke. “They shall be left with nothing,” their eyes met and his hardened immediately. “Nothing but shame and pain to clothe them.”

Wang Yisheng was just a farmhand. Returning home one day, he was forcibly pinned down by a stranger who shamelessly made use of a cucumber. The man, proud as a cat, maintained his air of superiority even while under the effects of an aphrodisiac, commanding Wang Yisheng to lick when told to lick, and thrust when told to thrust. Having lost his purity to a mere farmhand, the prince of the grand Da Mao Kingdom, Prince Miao Wei, was surprisingly pleased with Wang Yisheng's service. "Reluctantly," he decided to take Wang Yisheng as his personal male concubine, ensuring he was attended to day and night. However, how could the noble prince, Miao Wei, restrict himself to only one male pet? What if this insolent dog became arrogant from being overly pampered? "This prince must take on new male concubines to prevent this disobedient servant from thinking too highly of himself. Obediently allow this prince to dominate you as I see fit!" "Your Highness can ride me however you wish. I’ll make sure you’re so weak in the legs and swollen in the belly that you’ll never want to leave me." "Stop talking! This prince orders you to serve me properly!" "As you command, Your Highness." Life as a farmhand was already difficult, but now dealing with the prince, whose insatiable needs couldn’t be satisfied by one "giant rod," was another challenge altogether. Cat Prince: "From my royal experience, let me tell you—all loyal and honest dogs secretly harbor a desire to ‘bully’ cats." Dog Farmhand: "Dedicated to ‘bullying’ His Royal Catness for a hundred years." The Cat Prince swatted Wang Yisheng’s approaching face away with a paw, irritated by his incessant attempts to lick and tease. "This prince is of noble blood! You lowly mutt can’t just think you’ll breed with me whenever you please!"

Seraphine Patrick is a sweet, cheerful, and innocent girl who was born without an iris. A misfortune she had come to settle with while living in the outskirts of the village. She learned the act of self-reliant at a tender age when she lost the only parent she had ever known - her father. With the help of an eccentric old man, she worked in a pawn shop where she met a close-off, cold, and self-absorbed pure blood vampire, Xavier Orsini. Xavier is a cursed vampire whose birth disrupted the cosmic balance - he was not meant to be born. Due to his mother's misdeed, her punishment was to watch the child she went to a great length to conceive suffer throughout his lifetime. The path of Seraphine and Xavier not only crossed but their fate became intertwined when Seraphine was blessed with the eyes of a powerful spiritual being, Phemerah. Not only did Seraphine needed Xavier's protection from different species who would go to any lengths to possess the eyes, but he's also one of the few people who had no desire to aquire the eyes for himself. Xavier also discovered that with Seraphine's newfound abilities, there could be a way for his curse to be lifted. In the course of working together to achieve their goals, the two creatures with opposite traits found something more during their adventurous journey. ********** Excerpt: Few hours later when the sun was at its peak, true to Phemerah's word, her eyes fluttered open. "Oh thank the spirit god," the moon goddess jumped from where she had been sitting not quite long to rest her feet. Quickly moving to the bed, she offered her a glass of water, "are you all right, dear? Vamprith moved closer and brushed her locks aside, patting her carefully, "I'm fine." She replied with a raspy voice. "Is everything okay?" They asked, one doesn't need to ask about her power which has clearly left her body, the radiant skin is not the only give away but also the change in the color of her eyes, all trace of purple or lavender was gone, replace by brown eyes which marched her hair. "I'm fine" she repeated. "We both felt your abilities when it blessed our people, the surge of power in my wolves' limbs was enough to know they had gotten stronger." The Vampire King agreed, "I felt the agility in my vampires' body as well. The lightness in weight and strength in their power are enough sign that they have gotten stronger." The Moon goddess could not keep her curiosity at bay, "what about the eyes?" Phorus at that moment barged in, not minding that he could be punished for his rudeness, all he cared about was seeing his mistress. The goddess glared at him, just when she wanted to hear the location of the most powerful thing, "what insolence!" with narrowed eyes at Phorus for the rude interruption. Phorus bowed immediately, "forgive me my lady, I couldn't help but see for myself that that Lady Mine was awake, hale and hearty" "Do that again next time and you'll lose that eyes of yours, never to see your dear mistress anymore" she declared after Phemerah gave her an apologetic look for Phorus' behavior. "Dear Phorus, as you can see, I'm fine. I told you everything will be all right" "I'm glad you really are, Lady Mine, I thought I would never see you again." Not one to be patient for too long, the Moon goddess shooed him away so Phemerah could continue her speech. "So, what about the eyes?" "I don't know exactly where they are but I'm sure they are still in the Spirit realm; I can still feel them searching for a worthy abode. I'll know when they reside in another." "Is it possible to reside in a wolf" "Of course, species don't matter to them, they will reside in whoever they deem fit." "What if the worthy one is not yet born?" Said the Sun king "They will wait, even if they had to wait for centuries; they will. **********

As a video uploader who owned a model aircraft online store, Tang Rui suddenly discovered that the model aircraft he made had an upgrade panel that allowed him to add upgrading points to it. [Item: Fixed Wing Model Aircraft] [Experience: 35/100] [Sources: 0.1] For a couple of hundred yuan, Tang Rui upgraded the body of the aircraft to a proportional level, perfectly replicating the dashboard in the cockpit. He also added some enhancements, turning its EPO body into an aviation-alloy one. Tang Rui said, "System, show me your limits." From toy model aircraft to high-altitude, high-speed drones, and then to small-scale orbital shuttles... With the system panel in his hand, it would be too unambitious of him to just be a video uploader on a small website instead of creating a military weapons company and becoming famous.

AUTHOR NOTE 14.05.2024: Hello all! Sorry for the long wait, I wrote myself into a literal corner and realised I have to retcon a few things in arc 4 before I can move on with the story. Will try to get this fixed in the soonest! Really sorry for the wait TT o TT **** Infinite/Unlimited Flow horror BL novel Might be a parody. And MC might be a villain.... 1v1 Introducing: A suicidal and bored MC and… wait, where the f&?! is the ML?! *** Lam Thanh Van believes it’s about time someone ended his miserable life. But being an immortal has hindered his path to Hell. Scratch that, Hell is off limits with the terrifying speed his body stitches itself back together, no matter how much someone might hack him to pieces. With such a long and torturous life of trying to finish himself and failing miserably, he imagines that his death would be grand, like slaying a dragon - or a very persistent cockroach. Now, the only problem was finding a hero worthy of such a cause. *** [The last player has arrived. Players, prepare for briefing.] [Welcome to the annual 2023rd survival championship.] The grand doors to the dome slowly pulled close, drawing everyone’s gazes over to the lone figure standing by himself, like a rabbit frozen in the headlights. In front of the sea of players, fawn eyes dilated with fright. Fresh tears still clung to the lashes that framed the eyes so green they reminded the people of ocean waves crashing to the white sandy shore. Long limbs were clad in a simple T-shirt with a pair of washed-out jeans hugging his slim waist. Messy lavender hair and snow-white skin tinted with faint pink seemed ethereal in the scene. Like a magnolia tree growing in the desert… or a white lotus sprouting from a pile of bullshit. One brave individual broke away from the herd, cold eyes set on the last player. ”Stay with us if you want to live.” Lam Thanh Van raised his gaze up to the looming man, green eyes drenched with tears, his lips trembling as he could only muster a nod. [All players, scenario one will commence now. Good luck and try not to die.] —— When nothing is as it seems - who can you trust? ML: Not the author, that’s for sure. The synopsis is just one huge clickbait- *Author smacks this insolent child with a hardcover edition of the Bible*: Quiet, you! Or I won’t let you appear even after the halfway mark! MC: … You evil bish!! —- T/W: This is mature content. A sprinkle of horror, a teaspoon of gore, topped with a handful of clownery. Some papapa is added as a garnish at the end. Consume at your own digression. A/N: This is an original work by LinShui. The cover is not mine, as I have negative skills in any illustrative art. Will commission for a cover when I’m no longer a broke bish. Do let me know if this is your art and you want to take it down, thanks! #unrequitedlove

"The only way to end this war is by breaking your curse," explained the priestess and the eye of the goddess. "You were born as an unfortunate child, and that's why we were cursed along with you." "You always make such absurd claims but never tell me how to lift this curse," Olive retorted, his frustration evident in his gritted teeth. "The solution to your question lies in a human girl, one born with the sun in her eyes," she stated, dropping her staff and she laid down on her chair. "You must find this girl and form a union with her." Olive frowned, thoroughly disgusted by the idea, and in his anger, he scoffed, "You quack! None of your past prophecies were accurate, and yet you still claim to be the eyes of the goddess?" His frustration mounting, he rose from his seat and approached the old priestess with seething rage. "I bet Father wouldn't mind if I snap your neck in half, I am cursed anyways, I don't see anything wrong with getting more curses." "How dare you suggest that a pure-blooded vampire prince, the pride of my clan, should mate with a weak and lowly human? Do you not realize how much I despise them? They are no better than cattle! You insolent witch!" As he reached out to grab her, he noticed something unusual – she was asleep. His doubtfulness grew. She had the audacity to fall asleep in the presence of her prince! This would be reason enough to end her life. But she was too still for slumber. Reluctantly, he tapped her, but there was no response. Then he checked her pulse, confirming his suspicion—she was, indeed, lifeless. Khalilah's fate took an unexpected turn when she was abducted and forcibly separated from her family to wed a mysterious man. Little did she know that he was more than just a deranged individual.

Nothing to see here. Inkstone wouldn't let me open my dashboard unless I "Write a novel"

Axe Noir, omega and second in the line of succession to the throne must marry Erwin Feret, alpha and current heir of the enemy kingdom due to the outbreak of war. Axe is everything an omega of his time shouldn't be: bold, independent, with strong opinions and total fighting prowess, he is an insolent omega, and that drives Erwin crazy. Erwin is an alpha raised in a toxic, alphaist environment, adapted to do what he wants, carefree and living his love affairs. Both as different as they are, they are destined to fall for each other, even if at the beginning they are only driven by desire, they may unknowingly be about to live the greatest love story of all time. That is, if war and lies don't destroy them first.

Aziel thought he was a man of mystery of intrigue and prominence and a blessing from God. He really is a self centered, insolent, crass slave driver and my boss, I’ve always been the reserved one but he has been driving me to my limit. I thought working as an attendant was hell but he was showing me a completely different part. I tried to show him I could handle it, but will it be too much for me to handle?.

There was a princess named Adeline. Call her Ali for short. She was the last warrior princess. Once she's 15, she will be assigned to save the kingdom from the evil king of Inulin, Hamlet. Will she succeed, or will she fail? This is a story about adventure, fun, and maybe add a touch of love. Perfecto with laughs. On royal road:https://www.royalroad.com/author-dashboard/submissions/edit/49921