Rick Grimes Boots

Born as the fifth son of a Duke, Rex Grimes. Though he was the youngest, he was the toughest contender to the first son of the Grimes, the hope of the Grimes also titled as once in a millennium genius. Will he be able to fight his way out. Maybe not. Facing an unfortunate accident in which he lost all of his cultivation. All his hopes and dreams were lost. {The train has arrived at Valmere Valley} Deciding to go back to his childhood warmth. Rest was the best cure but it seems that there was still a way for him. [Gacha Wheel] [Insufficient points] 'How do I gain points' [Please Get wives and practice the art of love and creation of life] [Only Ying and Yang will give birth the to creation of points]

Sachihiro Takahashi had two hobbies: Kendo and Video Games. Those were his hobbies until he meets the Goddess of Luck and Fortune, who selects him to represent her in an insane killing game. Now, he lives his life in a battle royale between the gods and their chosen warriors. He must fight and grow stronger, or get buried under another gods boot. May fortune favor the bold.

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."

[BOOK 1 Volume 1 & 2 Completed!] [BOOK 2- STARTED] Su Chen, who is tired of following the villainous plot, where he is hunted down by the protagonist’s halo finally decided to call it quit. “Okay, this is the final time that I am repeating this damn plot.” “What? All the heroines can hear my inner voice?… “….So what? You all heroines think that I will be your Licking dog? Low-rated Villain? Same Rich scumy-second generation who buys you everything following that damn original script?” “Sorry, but you are gravely mistaken, my dear!” ……… [No NTR][No Yuri] ………. (Real villain story begins after chapter 11-13 when mc decides to become unscrupulous and follow one’s interest.) ***Winner of 2022 yearly Villain book category contest**** …….. Additional tags:(Eavesdropping) ( villain mc) (smart mc) (No beta mc) (no boot-licking mc) ( no pretending to be hidden big-shot) (yandere) (tsundere) ( harem accepting mc) ( brain-wash) (kidnapping) (mindbreak) (Stockholm syndrome) (true love) (obsession) ( regret) ( redemption?) (Strong to stronger). **Cover as well as character images are Ai generated. **Add me to join invite-only author discord server^^ **English used is mostly Uk/British version.

Rick Sharma was just an ordinary college student—until the nightmares began. Strange whispers, eerie visions, and an overwhelming sense of déjà vu start haunting his daily life. The world around him feels... off, like he's trapped in a reality that isn't his own. As he searches for answers, Rick uncovers chilling secrets buried beneath time itself. The deeper he digs, the more reality twists around him, blurring the line between past and present, truth and illusion. But one question lingers above all—what really happened that night? Make sure to add the novel in Library.....

Lin all tired and weak, from the torture she had gone through for the past days, now tied to a pole right at the edge of the cliff, looked up to her killer who was standing some meters away, and asked faintly "Why do I have to be put through all this?" "Am just carrying out an assignment." the killer responded, with no sign of sympathy whatsoever. Lin stared at her killer, obviously the masked figure wasn't going to show her any form of mercy. Already tired of life and had given up, she asked her killer one last time. "You really think, my dad is going to let y'all go after am dead?". The killer gave an evil grin. "Seems you have so much confidence in your dad..." He said clicking his teeth, and after exhaling. "Your dad wants you dead sweetheart." He said bluntly, dropping the bombshell, leaving Lin in utter shock and confusion. "That can't be true." She whispered although she could hear the doubt in her own voice, as the tears flowed from her already weary eyes down to her cheeks. She really didn't want to believe this but something was starting to make sense to her..She had gone through a lot already "Just end this please." She said exhaling deeply, as she closed her eyes. She could hear the echo of the gunshot as she waited patiently the bullet to pierce for through her... Yet nothing came through, she couldn't feel any form of pain or sting... "Isn't it meant to hurt a little?.. Or is she dead already.." She thought, as she slowly opened her eyes... What she saw was overwhelming... Her killer was on the floor instead... She scanned around, and that's when she saw a young man coming towards her... As the person came closer, she started to notice, that the person was also having feminine characteristics.... Wait that was a lady, looking really masculine.... Clad in all black, high boots, and a neat cut... She was lost in the eyes of this stranger and hadn't noticed that the lady had started to untie her. "What's going on?" A very confused Lin whispered, "Just follow me." The lady replied as she loosened the last knots that held Lin to the pole. Already freed Lin tried to take a step but stumbled. The lady turned and gave a smirk. "You were quite strong at first." And before Lin could fathom what she said, she swept her off her feet. And whispered, "Am not letting you go this time."

[MATURE CONTENT] Arella is an angel. Well, she used to be an angel. A real, bona fide, halo-wearing, wing-flapping celestial being. That was until one tiny whoopsie where she unfortunately burns a pair of wings at a banquet happens. Fine! There was more than one tiny whoopsie. Fast forward a few hours later, and Arella found herself booted from the pearly gates with nothing but her wings and an eviction notice. Her family called it a "vacation." Ha! A vacation, in the human realm of all places! One hundred years later, Arella calls it her new life. Turns out, living among humans isn’t half bad—especially when you can turn invisibly smug at their lack of ability to fly. Early retirement has never been so blissful. That is, until the heavens smack her face with a message: Arella’s back on duty. And her new job? Marry. The. Demon. King. Wait, what?! Marrying the Demon King isn’t exactly on Arella’s bucket list, especially when demons and angels have been sworn enemies for eons. But orders are orders. So, off she goes, wings drooping and attitude cranked to full sass, to meet her new husband—a devilishly handsome demon who seems unnervingly smitten with her. Not to mention the heat that surges within her the moment she lays her eyes on him. Cue in dinner dates, fiery arguments (literally), and a series of catastrophes involving Arella purposefully setting a demon's hair ablaze with her holy fire. But as Arella settles into this bizarre celestial-demonic union, she uncovers a sinister plot that threatens not just her marriage but their entire reality. Turns out, angels and demons might have to join forces to stop a threat that neither side can handle alone. And Arella? She might just be the unexpected key to saving everyone. Armed with nothing but her quick wit, trusty angelic powers, and a painfully doting husband who may or may not leave her love notes carved into rock when she is angry, Arella must navigate battles, betrayals, and the occasional marital spat to protect their world. After all, nothing says “happily ever after” like saving existence itself, .... right? Right? One fallen angel. One absolutely smitten demon king. And a whole lot of chaos.

Waking up in a strange, unfamiliar place right after beginning her overtime, Ming Yue thought stiffly, "Ahhhhhhh!! Where in the nine heavens am I?!" In the next second, foreign memories rushed into her mind... 'Wait… after reading all those fake daughter novels, have I become one of them?!' But there was good news: at a young age, she could live a life of luxury! Unfortunately... she had reached adulthood and the real daughter was already back!! Thankfully, she had the assistance of "Gossip System #007", allowing her to live freely... or so she believes. But... Where did these clingy, overbearing brothers and overly doting parents come from? With an adorable big sister to boot!! Her siblings' obsession with her? Totally unexpected. Their constant attention? A bit too much. But hey, at least her life is never boring! Clingy brothers, doting parents, adorable big sister: "...What can we do but be close to you to eat the latest melons!!" Ahem, lil sis, you're just too cute to leave alone! Cute lil sis who is actually a martial master: "..." And somewhere in the background, the forgotten male lead speechlessly sighs: "..." Do I have no value at all? ====== Warning: Do not enter if you dislike "real romance" and only want a strong FL that goes weak in the knees at the sight of ML! That's never gonna happen in my novel! ++++++ A/N: Hehe~ I'm writing this for fun coz I want a break from this darned college!! i am not crying, you are!! Since this is my WSA entry, do support it to the fullest!! Join the Discord server for upate notifications and more: https://discord.com/invite/Qb86VeyvzP (You need to copy paste the link to your browser.)

Do you find life monotonous? Do you feel trapped in an unchanging routine? What if you were suddenly thrown into a world of wonder and danger in equal measure? That’s exactly what happens to William. William, a tired and disillusioned office worker from the 21st century, meets an untimely end— awakens in the body of a mid-rank villain from his favorite fantasy series—a man doomed to die long before the true battle even begins. Neither a hero nor a ruler, he is a stepping stone, a disposable pawn in a game played by gods, monsters, and kings. He knows his fate: crushed beneath the boots of destiny, forgotten before the real war unfolds. But William refuses to be a footnote in someone else’s legend. Armed with knowledge of the future, he must navigate a world of treachery, power, and ancient prophecies, where one wrong move means certain death. If he plays his cards right, he might survive. If he plays them perfectly, he might rise beyond his station. As William struggles to survive, he faces a crucial choice: follow the path of destruction destined for his character, or forge a new fate and defy expectations. But in a realm ruled by magic, power, and treachery, redemption won’t come easily. With enemies lurking in the shadows and destiny working against him, will William become the villain everyone fears, or will he break the cycle and carve out his own legend? For before creation, destruction must begin. Before order can be established, chaos must reign!

It was supposed to be his last day on the job. Unluckily for Killjoy, this crazed, cannibalistic beast tried to make it his last day on Earth. Killjoy had taken this god-forsaken mission for a little bit extra money before he would quit. He was tired. The middle-aged bounty hunter had etched his name across American mythos after decades of killing, gunslinging, and doing dirty work for one too many fat, greedy pigs. It was easy work, but the man can't get any older after years of doing it. And with a wife at home who he visited only so many times he could them on his one hand, and a daughter whose face he can barely remember year to year, it was time to hang up the boots. But when he is told about one job that could potentially set not only himself and his family for life, but for generations to come, Killjoy decides to screw it and do one last mission. The money he made was good, but not enough to last them. The reward? The deed to a gold mine. And the job? To investigate some desolate woods for missing people. It was as easy as they came. What a load of crap. The second Killjoy stepped foot into those forests, he knew something was not right. Desecrated bodies, the eerily empty mines and woods devoid of any light or humans, and the gnawing hunger that grew in him no matter how much he ate through his rations. Something was not right. And when Killjoy laid his eyes on it, he knew it was either fight or die.

Mr. & Mrs. Doom (Warning: Mature Content R-18) Rick Everhart, a young billionaire with an empire spanning multiple industries, has everything a man could ever want—power, wealth, and an app that grants him an irresistible charm. With a simple tap, no woman can resist him, from elite CEOs and influential political figures to stunning actresses. But Stara Lane is different. A tough, independent teenager who lost everything at eight, she has spent her life fighting to survive. She despises men like Rick—men who take whatever they want without consequences. Unfortunately for her, fate has other plans. When Stara accidentally discovers Rick’s dark secret, he forces her into an arranged marriage to keep her under his control. Trapped in a golden cage, Stara refuses to be another pawn in his game. She resists him at every turn, but Rick—used to women falling at his feet—finds himself obsessed with taming the one woman who defies him. old resentments explode, new secrets surface, and neither of them is prepared for the ultimate truth—love was never part of the plan.

Ignatius Thorn felt his life slipping away as he stared at his screen, the game he had invested so much in finally booting up. Drawn into its digital depths, He sat alongside the character he had purchased that day. At first, his fantasy life seemed perfect—until disaster struck. Finding the murderer would become his priority. With his system, he would grow stronger. Mystery and adventure await Ignatius as he builds his harem, fighting for his place in this new world. One chapter a day. 1500-2000 words.

As Ming Yue began her overtime shift, everything went dark. The next thing she knew, she found herself in a strange, unfamiliar place. "Ahhhhhhh!! Where in the nine heavens am I?!" In the next second, foreign memories rushed into her mind... 'Wait… after reading all those fake daughter novels, have I become one of them?!' But there was good news: at a young age, she could live a life of luxury! Unfortunately... she had reached adulthood and the real daughter was already back at this time!! Thankfully, she had the assistance of "Gossip System #007", allowing her to live freely... or so she believes. But... Where did these clingy, overbearing brothers and overly doting parents come from?? With an adorable big sister to boot!! Her siblings' obsession with her? Totally unexpected. Their constant attention? A bit too much. But hey, at least her life is never boring! Clingy brothers, doting parents, adorable big sister: "...What can we do but be close to you to eat the latest melons!!" Ahem, lil sis, you're just too cute to leave alone! Cute lil sis who is actually a martial master: "..." And somewhere in the background, the forgotten male lead speechlessly sighs: "..." Do I have no value at all? ====== Warning: Do not enter if you dislike "real romance" and only want a strong FL that goes weak in the knees at the sight of ML! That's never gonna happen in my novel! ++++++ A/N: Hehe~ I'm writing this for fun and coz I want a break from this darbed college!! i am not crying, you are!! Anyways, please support it to the fullest!! Ps: Cover is not mine, the owner can contact me via discord! Join the Discord server for upate notifications and more: https://discord.com/invite/Qb86VeyvzP (You need to copy paste the link to your browser.)

Rick hardly had any hope to find a girlfriend. There were swarms of beautiful women around him, but no one was actually interested in a dull, boy like him. They didn't even pay attention to his existence. But everything changed when he was handed over a rod. Yes, a metal rod. Carrying that metal rod he had hardly taken a few steps when he was struck by lightening. As he lost consciousness, Rick wanted to beat the shit out of bloody bastard who gave him that rod, but when he woke up, he had a surprise waiting. He got a system which would help him get girls and make him stronger. Read my other story: The Devil's Harem (200+ chapters) [Discord: https://discord.gg/thWfhRdpqy]

Rick a Man in depression is Challenged by his daughter to become more powerful than her within a year on the Worlds first VRMMORPG. Support me and my works at www.Patreon.com/Madjic Artwork done by rennovlsrevenge

Magi of Sinlung Larin was just another apprentice magi, content with the quiet pursuit of knowledge—until war shattered his world. The Kirat Empire, an iron-fisted colossus, has long trampled Xiaxo under its boot, but their rule has fractured. As rebellion brews and ancient forces stir, Larin finds himself at the heart of a conflict far greater than he ever imagined. The magic of Sinlung, the breath of the land itself, is awakening. Beings older than recorded history—Primordial entities, Guardian Beasts, and cosmic civilizations lurking beyond the stars—have begun to make their moves. Some see humanity as pawns, others as tools, and a few as something more. But the wars of gods and conquerors will not wait for one young magi to catch up. Resistance is inevitable. Betrayal is certain. Survival is not. Larin must wield every scrap of knowledge, power, and cunning to carve a path forward. From the battlefields of Xiaxo to the depths of forgotten ruins, from the councils of war to the whispers of cosmic magi, he will face blood, sacrifice, and impossible truths. The world is shifting, and with it, the nature of magic itself. Will he remain a mere student of the arcane, or will he forge himself into something greater? What to Expect: In-depth and immersive worldbuilding – Traditions, cultures, and histories woven into a living world. Grand-scale civilizations – Empires, resistance forces, and cosmic hierarchies, each with their own agendas. A clash of ideologies – What does it mean to rule? To resist? To be free? Philosophical and moral complexity – No easy answers, only difficult choices. Slow-burn grimdark progression – A mix of slice-of-life, political intrigue, and brutal reality. A layered magic system – Sinlung Arts, ancient philosophies, and the unraveling secrets of existence. GameLit elements – Structured progression, world mechanics, and a system beyond mere stats. Updates M/W/F

I had finally done it—crafted the ultimate Paladin build. Maxed-out stats, armor tougher than a fortress, and so many resistances that even death had given up trying. I was an unbreakable wall, an unstoppable force. Nothing could take me down. Then my PC exploded. And just like that, I died. Fate really has a messed-up sense of humor. But instead of moving on to the afterlife, I woke up as my Paladin character… in a world that made absolutely no sense. No knights, no castles, no dark dungeons—just people zipping through the air on swords and firing off energy blasts like magical railguns. "This is definitely not where I’m supposed to be," I muttered, just as a smug-looking noble sneered down at me. "Kneel, kiss my boot, and beg for mercy!" he demanded. I glanced at my maxed health bar and then at his punchable face. I decided to help him reincarnate gently—Divine Smite, Judgment of Light, Wrath of the Heavens, Purging Flames...

In the dead of winter, beneath a bleak sky, a lone child flees through a vast, snow-covered forest, chased by men whose swords gleam with deadly intent. His breath is ragged, his steps faltering, but he doesn’t dare slow down. With every crunch of snow beneath armored boots drawing closer, the child knows he’s running out of time. When a single misstep sends him tumbling to the frozen ground, all seems lost. His pursuers close in, their blades raised, ready to strike. But something stirs in the shadows of the forest, something ancient, something watching. The chase may have ended, but the story is just beginning.

The story of Clarisse betrayed by her fiance... Went back to 10 years ago when they just started dating... She planned to take revenge on everyone that hurt her. She met her archnemesis in school, Matthew... She fell into one of her cousin's traps and Matthew saved her... After that incident, something suddenly changed between them. Where will this whirlwind of events take them?

"Once upon a time..." "There was a young man named Fionn." "He was the king of the Hyperboreans, a civilization that thrived in the distant north of the world, where peace and harmony reigned beneath skies of eternal frost." "One day, during one of his habitual walks beyond the walls of his grand, crystalline castle, Fionn heard a peculiar sound—a sharp squealing that pierced the stillness of the white forest surrounding his domain." "Startled and alert, he gripped the hilt of his regal sword and followed the noise, his boots crunching softly over snow-dusted leaves. As he pushed through the pale foliage, the source of the sound revealed itself—a girl, cornered by a thur." "The creature was monstrous, towering over both the girl and Fionn himself. Its thick, gnarled skin was the color of ash, mottled with scars and patches of coarse, dark hair. A pair of jagged tusks jutted from its wide, snarling mouth, and its eyes glowed faintly, like embers in a dying fire. Long, sinewy arms ended in clawed hands that could snap trees like twigs, and its breath came out in ragged, steaming huffs, filling the air with a stench of decay." "The thur growled, advancing on the girl with a lumbering gait, its massive frame causing the ground to tremble faintly beneath its weight. Every instinct in Fionn's body screamed at him to flee, but he stood firm." "Drawing his sword in one fluid motion, the king lunged forward. With a single, decisive strike, he felled the monster, its roar silenced as it collapsed into the snow." "-Are you all right?- Fionn asked, his voice steady but gentle as he turned toward the girl." "But she didn't respond. She didn't even look at him." "Fionn frowned, puzzled by her silence. Perhaps she was too shaken by the attack to speak, he thought. Yet, something else caught his attention—something even more peculiar." "Her skin. It wasn't the pale, snowy white of the Hyperboreans. It was... pink. A soft, warm hue unlike anything he had ever seen." "-Ehm... I know this might sound a little inappropriate, but... where are you from? You don't look like anyone from here,- Fionn ventured cautiously, hoping for a reply. But still, she said nothing." "-Wait!- He suddenly realized, his eyes widening. -Could it be that you don't understand me?-" "If she didn't respond because she didn't know his language, then she couldn't be from Hyperborea—or even anywhere nearby. But where else could she be from? Beyond Hyperborea, there was only the vast, unending sea... wasn't there?" "-Could it be that she's from one of the other Nine Worl—- Fionn's thoughts were abruptly interrupted as the girl rose to her feet." "She stepped closer to him, her movements deliberate but strange, her expression unreadable. She—Oh!" ~Ronf~ ~Ronf~ ~Ronf~ "Looks like Artair is already asleep..." The mother lowered the book gently, a warm smile on her lips as she gazed at her son's peaceful face. "He must have played a lot today. I usually read him more of the story before he falls asleep..." Leaning over, she placed a soft kiss on his forehead. "Good night, my little Artair." With a quiet sigh, she tucked the blanket around him even more snugly than before, then rose from the bedside. Extinguishing the torch that lit his room, she left, closing the door behind her with care. In the dim stillness of the house, she paused, looking out through the small window at the darkened village. Her thoughts turned inward as she whispered to herself: "I hope, at least, that you'll be able to live a life free from war..."

“Aegir..” A single word remains in Cetas’ mind as he succumbs to the everlasting pressure of the depths - a glimmer of light filtering from above. He floats endlessly, the tidal currents rushing his body to who-knows-where yet he remains unconscious as the word echoes in his mind. He no longer remembers any memories that he once had but only mere fragments of what his past once was. A depth-dweller. A long lost race of ancient, forgotten in history as humans usurped the throne of the world, claiming superiority amongst other races of legend. After the war of mystics, only humans endured to live and gather themselves once more - dominating the entire world by force. Yet, depth dwellers remained - hidden and forgotten. And now.. The first would rise up on the surface. For hours upon hours, Cetas let the currents take him away, rendering his consciousness useless everytime he woke up. But now, it seemed that a warm and radiating light pierced his very pressurized skin. It was.. unfamiliar. He opened his eyes only to be greeted by a rocking hull, shaking synchronously with the sound of crashing waves. Yet, somewhere near him, he heard a faint and soft voice speaking a foreign language. He shifted his head to the direction of the voice and saw an unfamiliar face of a golden-haired lady with sea-like blue eyes, staring at him with utmost curiosity. The lady opened her mouth and let out another wave of unfamiliar words. Perplexed, Cetas sat up slowly, moving his body sluggishly. He then gazed at his surroundings, first staring at the massive rocking hull and onto the wooden floor and to the people surrounding him. Some wore bandanas and others wore white-loose blouses paired with leather boots and tricorn hats. However, Cetas wasn’t at all surprised by the unfamiliar scenery. But rather, he gazed above the sky, reaching far beyond the clouds, and saw the burning sphere of light that penetrated his deep-black eyes. Upon staring for 5 seconds he instinctively winced in pain. “Ow!” He looked around once more, pacing his head back and forth towards the unfamiliar people around him, and pondered, “Where am I?”

MAGNUS CHASE has seen his share of trouble. Ever since that terrible night two years ago when his mother told him to run, he has lived alone on the streets of Boston, surviving by his wits, staying one step ahead of the police and truant officers. One day, Magnus learns that someone else is trying to track him down-his Uncle Randolph, a man his mother had always warned him about. When Magnus tries to outmaneuver his uncle, he falls right into his clutches. Randolph starts rambling about Norse history and Magnus’s birthright: a weapon that has been lost for thousands of years. Stories about the gods of Asgard, wolves, and Doomsday bubble up from Magnus’s memory. But he doesn’t have time to consider it all before a fire giant attacks the city, forcing him to choose between his own safety and the lives of hundreds of innocents. . . . Sometimes, the only way to start a new life is to die. ______________________________________________________ Creds to the original author Rick Riordan, transferring the book onto Webnovel just helps me read the actual book.

A high ceiling, adorned with intricate carvings and fanciful decor. A warm golden light passing through stained glass highlighting the beauty of justice and righteous valour- a contrast to the maleficent beings that would often face this light- illuminates the room. Upon a raised dais, there is a displeased king, and by his side, stern-faced nobles and court officials stare down menacingly at the accused. Below these extinguished figures, bounded by chains and covered in grime, was a six-year-old girl. "Ixion Akastos Vespera" "In the presence of our sovereign King and the noble dukes of this great nation, you are summoned to answer for the grave crimes alleged against you. The entire house of Vespera, your family and lineage, has been wrongfully slain by a treacherous prisoner of theirs. We have reason to believe you have conspired with the ungrateful fiend, betraying your own blood and committing treason against our liege. How do you answer? Are you guilty or not guilty of this heinous crime?" "Not guilty." "Not guilty? Very well. You shall-" "I killed them myself. Not the dragon, only I." Murmurs erupted among the usually unperturbed high-class nobles. "Is it not according to law that a bloodline inheritor may kill all other potential heirs? As for my unfortunate mother, she was merely an unintended mishap." °°° Alexandra Chase, among a million others, found herself in a deadly game orchestrated by a supreme goddess to gain access to another world. Unfortunately, her life in this new world won't be any softer than the one before it. Her drive is not only to survive but also to supersede those beings who stand above. The goddess's schemes are far deeper than she could imagine. She is granted talent, unlimited potential, and terrifying attunement to the world itself with her new body, but many geniuses die young. Her most capable weapon is a concept many have yet to fathom- her soul.

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Crystal Snowheart is the Luna of the famed Snowheart Pack of Werewolves. Known to have directly descended from the Moon Goddess, the pack was known for their unique healing qualities and the only werewolves able to change their scent, almost making them invincible in a battle. She was born to unify all the packs and bring about a peaceful reign. But before she could inherit her place, her pack is killed by betrayal, leaving the Luna with no pack. Ace Hunter is the most feared Alpha. Having killed his own father as a young teenager, he became the Alpha of the ferocious Moonhunter Pack even before his wolf appeared. And now, ten years later, there is no one who can stand up to this wolf without quivering in their boots. But, he is the only one who can help Crystal get the revenge she thirsts for. So, will she be able to meet his many demands? Abstract: "You don't want my protection?" Crystal raised her chin, refusing to back down, " I want your co operation!" Ace smiled at the stubborn tilt of her chin and leaned back in his chair. "And what do I get in return?" "What do you want?" Crystal questioned archly. Ace chuckled at the haughty attitude, wondering if she would keep this up when he stated his conditions... Walking forward, he leaned down as she stared into his eyes and spoke, " I want you...my mate." Before she could accept or reject his demand, Ace closed the distance between them and took her lips in a kiss that almost scorched them both...

"I remember her, she was a great fuck. A smoking hot body and a virgin to boot. She didn't stop fighting me and you know how much I like it when they struggle. Who would have expected a virgin in a strip club! What a night." He smiled as he thought about her, she had refused his advances, but no one turns him down and lives. Her struggles only inflamed his passions, and he took her hard, bound and gagged, again and again in the private room of the club as she fought to get free.

Rick, a 25-year-old young man, found his life shattered after an incident that put him behind bars. During his year in prison, he was isolated from the outside world, not realising that life out there had turned into a nightmare. A giant, pitch-black eye-shaped hole appeared in the sky, followed by dimensional portals that spread across the world. Monstrous monsters, once mere animals, now roam the streets, while mysterious towers rise from the ground, signalling a new era of fear and uncertainty. A global crisis strikes, civilisations collapse, and humanity splits into two groups, those endowed with supernatural powers, and those who remain weak, struggling to survive amidst the destruction. Inside a dark and cramped prison, Rick surmises that he has been forgotten by the world. However, fate had other plans for him, revealing that he had been chosen as a Vassal of Heimdall, the Gatekeeper and Seer of All. Extraordinary powers rose up within him, giving him the ability to sense the changes in the world and see the truth behind the curtain of reality. With this gift, he now has the chance to redeem himself and unravel the mystery behind the catastrophe that has struck the earth. With the world having turned into a danger-filled dystopia, Rick must break out of prison, master his new powers, and survive amidst the chaos. As a Vassal of Heimdall, he must use his abilities to deal with threats coming from an alien dimension, as well as uncover secrets that could save humanity from total destruction. Will Rick be able to use his powers to get the world back on track? Or is this new era the beginning of something much bigger than he ever imagined?

This is the tale of June Marson, a young man in his early twenties torn between his fractured past and his smothering present, within a decaying city caked in grime . June is haunted by a lack of self-worth, deep-seated guilt, and the pressure of expectations from his family. Outside his window, the city throbs alive as he wrestles with his demons, trying to change slowly: loud, chaotic, indifferent-a reminder of another set of dreams he once had but which he can no longer touch. Haunted by his own mistakes and the weight of past decisions, Juno attempts to make amends with his estranged mother and work through his complex relationship with Heather-a mysterious woman who seems to have secrets of her own-but he finds his isolation and paranoia worsening. Confronted by his own demons, reality and delusion begin to blur in a spiral of crime and self-doubt. Juno's is a story of redemption, defeat, and the quest for meaning in a world seemingly out to consume him. As Juno stands before the city-so full of paradoxes and lies-he knows his next step will be a choice between continuing the role of "dark horse" or breaking the vicious circle and becoming the person he has wanted to be all this time. At what cost? My Vision Themes i want explore if i write alot Genres suspense , drama , Central theme:humanity, ambiguity , tragedy theme : self worth , redemption , failure , truth , death , change of self , deception , insanity , ethics , morality , justice , crime , blind eye , hope , inner conflict , worth , legacy , family , reputation , betrayal , mental illness , ambition , pariona , false hope , change I want the main plot to be centred around Juno(June) to be feel like he needs to do crime and thats hes only option , it will tear apart everything , making him releasing the truth but also making him drift more from reality as he transformers and making people unable to reconcile with him as the years go on the external pressure to be explored at the start but as he gets used to it his crime become reflection of his inner turmoil Why:; I want to improve my writing skills by revising on this and let my vision become fulfilled as I understand writing better. Chapters may take a while due to school

Regardless of Distance, humanity always finds a way to be at odds with other humans. The Auto-Plutocracy of Terra-Primary, (Earth), and the Fraction Coalition are separated by an entire universe. Even if they could find common ground, Prescott J Philip, Starship Captain & Coalition Military Strategist knows the planet he once called "home", no longer fits that description. However, despite their distance and differences, things start heating up of the discovery of binary transmission that begins unraveling the fabrics of both the Primark's and Prescott's definitions of home. As "hearts of steel" and "boots of iron" lay waste to whole planets, it becomes clear things have to change, or extinction is the only path they'll have left.

With great anticipation for the military academy life, I stepped into the dormitory, expecting to live in harmony with my roommates and pursue our dreams together. However, I never expected a nightmare to quietly unfold. The girl on the upper bunk had a figure like that of a Victoria's Secret model, and she was strikingly beautiful on the outside. But her actions were in sharp contrast to her appearance. Once, she even smashed a newly - bought military boot hard into my face, casually claiming it was just "a joke". Similar incidents kept happening. My anger and grievances piled up day by day. After fruitless attempts at communication, the dormitory became a place I dreaded. Eventually, I resolutely moved out and embarked on a long and arduous commuting journey. On the crowded bus, although I was exhausted, I also found inner relief and new hopes for the future during this tough journey.