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“She was a girl who bloomed in bruises. He was a boy who cried in silence. But together, they chose healing — not through each other, but with Allah between them.” Maira Zayan is a final-year pharmacy student with a quiet soul and a stormy past. Scarred by childhood trauma and emotional manipulation disguised as love, she carries her pain alone — until life pushes her to break, and to break free. When vicious rumors and betrayal threaten her dignity, Maira turns to the One who never abandons: Allah. In the aftermath of heartbreak, she meets Hamza, a law student battling his own demons — a broken family, panic attacks, and haunting memories. But broken recognizes broken, and their connection begins not with romance, but with recognition. What follows is a journey of spiritual awakening, respectful companionship, and love built on faith, not fantasy. Watch as Maira rises from pain into power. Witness Hamza’s transformation from wreckage to wisdom. Follow their slow, sacred love — rooted in Qur’an, shaped by trials, and crowned by Nikah. This is not just a love story. It’s a reclamation. A novel for every soul that has ever been misunderstood, mishandled, and still chooses mercy over bitterness. [Survivor in Bloom] is a heart-tugging, soul-soothing Islamic romance about choosing faith over fear, growth over grief, and halal love over hollow longing.

I wasn’t supposed to be here. Not in this fallen temple. Not in this broken life. Reborn as a false priest, a lie draped in worn robes, praying to gods who had long forgotten me. This place was my prison. My exile. A tomb for a soul who had no right to hope. Then he appeared. A filthy man, reeking of sweat and something darker, something intoxicating. His eyes gleamed with wild fire, and a crooked smile tugged at his lips like he knew every secret I tried to hide. He sauntered in, voice low and teasing. "Well, well, what do we have here? A little lost lamb in a den of shadows?"He asked. "I am the last priest this temple has."I said. He laughed, a slow, sultry sound that sent shivers down my spine. "False priest, true sinner. You’re far too serious for a place like this." His gaze lingered a moment too long, the heat in his eyes promising danger and delight. "I’m not supposed to fall. Not supposed to want."I said. He stepped closer, breath warm against my ear. "Oh, but darling, temptation is the sweetest kind of prayer."He grinned. And just like that, my quiet exile shattered, torn apart by a demon’s obsession. A seduction incubus who wasn’t afraid to play with fire… and power me in ways I never expected.

An Imperial Scholar by day. An assassin by night. The World of Cultivation has changed. Elemental Mancers. Flux Mancers. Spirit Mancers. Soul Mancers. Raining down fire and splitting oceans. Destroying mountains with a single stomp and calming skies with a glance. Controlling the tides of Karma, while wielding the souls of others like a puppeteer tugging on the Lines of Fate. The most mysterious of them all were Spirit Mancers, a truth that Theron was more than intimately familiar with. Due to one's Tribulation, his life was turned upside down. His family, his rage, his somber sadness becoming nothing more than Bad Karma's fuel for a madman. He was once a gentle young man, a non-combative Water Mancer who wanted nothing more than to read his novels to the sound of the rain and one day become an Imperial Scholar. But now... Everything had changed. He donned a cloak in the silent night as the clouds above gathered. Pulling its hood over his chilling blue eyes, he stalked off into the darkness. The first droplets fell. He would become the nightmare of his enemies, the blade hidden in the shadows of Heaven's tears. The River of the Night.

You’d think seeing the future would give me a head start on surviving the apocalypse. I had it all planned—until everything I knew shattered when my husband sacrificed himself to save me and our son. Now it’s just me, my three-year-old son Leo, and my cursed gift of foresight that only seems to kick in when it’s nearly too late. I’m doing my best to keep us safe, to find food, to make some kind of plan— “Mommy?” I glance down, trying to ignore the tug on my pant leg as I focus on our supplies. “Not now, Leo. Mommy’s thinking.” “Mommy!” I sigh and finally look down. My three-year-old is standing there, clutching… I blink. “Leo, where did you get a knife?” He shrugs, grinning like it’s the most natural thing in the world. My heart stutters. “No, really. Where did you find that?” I try not to laugh. I mean, he’s three. Maybe he just—found it somewhere? But the next day, it’s a water bottle. Then, a tiny flashlight, somehow with batteries still inside. I don’t even know what else; he’s pulling things out one by one with the pleased grin of a kid who’s just figured out his favorite game. Well, we may just survive this mess after all. Now, if only the universe could have spared me from him. I don’t even know his name, but I know his type: tall, broad, and annoyingly handsome, with an air of calm control that’s out of place in this chaos. Ex-military, if I had to guess, with a voice that’s just as infuriating as his smirk. The man has a habit of showing up at the worst—or best—possible times, with a gun at the ready and secrets buried as deep as those bright green eyes. I mean, he’s probably useful, but I’m trying to keep my eyes on the prize here: survival. For Leo and me. Because, foresight or no foresight, nothing is guaranteed in this new world—except the fact that people like him are trouble.

Lilac has lived a life of suffering. From being forced to disguise himself as a girl to survive, to being labeled cursed after failing to awaken his heavenly gifts that everyone else could, he is shunned by all. To add salt to his wound, before he turns 18, his father vanishes, and his uncle seizes the throne that should've rightfully been Lilac's as the eldest son. Before Lilac could successfully flee, he is caught and traded to the monsters beyond the kingdom—beasts so feared that no one who sees them returns. But instead of death, Lilac is claimed by Sloan. Born cursed, Sloan is a prince of the Enwulves, an extinct hybrid wolf species. Even though he is a prince, he has lived life as an outcast due to his curse that causes him to forcibly transform every full moon, thus losing his humanity. His life has been mapped out for him, but when he finds Lilac—battered, freezing, and terrified—something shifts. For the first time, his rage stills. It was just a glimpse, a scent, a tiny whimper of fright. And that was it. Humans are meant to be slaves. Enwulves are forbidden from claiming them. Keeping Lilac means war. But Sloan has never followed rules, and Lilac has never belonged—until now. ~~~ | ~~~ “Are you afraid of me, little human?” Sloan husked out, cold lips grazing my bleeding fingers before his lips parted slightly to release hot breath over them. I trembled, rooted in the spot with fright and unable to breathe. Was this a trick question? Of course I’m afraid of him! Everyone is! Who wouldn’t be? Slaves are never supposed to be in his presence, except they suddenly desire a quick demise. Am I supposed to respond honestly or lie? When cold lips closed around my finger, I gasped in shock, a rush of fright and dread engulfing me. He was gonna bite off my finger right now, wasn’t he? Just because my stupid brain couldn’t come up with a response? The rumors said he was a heartless psychopath, but I didn’t think it was actually true! However, a hot tongue swiped over my fingertips and I sucked in a sharp breath, exhaling shakily while my chest expanded and my brain tried to figure out what was happening, and why my fingers weren't bitten off yet— or why I’m still breathing in his presence. Next, cold, long fingers wrapped around my wrist and my hand was being tugged upward, then a nose was digging into my pulse point, and I almost fainted when cold lips dragged over the sensitive skin there. The sound of a deep inhale filled up my ear next. “Fuck. You smell so good.” Oh heavens. This was worse than I thought. Instead of killing me, was he planning to… eat me… literally???! What the fuck? *** R18+! Cover not mine!

Claude is a rogue werewolf who will become the Alpha’s mate. He just doesn’t know he is building a world with someone his family warned him about. Raised away from a pack, Claude has lived among the humans in secrecy. Attending school and living in a dorm with his best friend… Claude figures his life will be as plain as he planned. However, his plan falls apart with just one frat party, dancing with the city pack’s newly designated Alpha. A tug-of-war ensues between his mind, which wants to keep him safe, and his heart, which just wants Len for himself. Similarities to real people and events are coincidental.

Lilith was born with forbidden magic, a power feared and condemned in her village. She hid it for years, but when her secret is exposed, she is betrayed by her family and sentenced to burn. Just as the flames rise, Prince Hades of Valyron known as the "Shadow of Death" saves her, driven by curiosity. Hades, cursed for over three centuries, hides his torment behind cruelty. As Lilith sees past his darkness and vows to help him break the curse, their bond deepens into something undeniable. But in a world where magic is both a gift and a curse, will her light free him, or will their love lead to their destruction? EXCERPT Lilith barely breathed as Hades emerged from the shadows of her chamber, his presence wrapping around her like night itself. She should move. She should run. But she didn’t want to. He reached for her, his fingers trailing along her bottom lip—slow, deliberate. She shivered, not from fear, but from him. Lilith swallowed, her pulse a traitorous drumbeat. “Please… let me touch you, Hades.” A ghost of a smile tugged at his lips, but there was no humor in it. “Dangerous little thing.” His thumb lingered at the corner of her mouth, as if memorizing its shape. He whispered, tilting her chin up as his lips hovered near hers—so close she could feel his breath. “You will destroy me, little witch,” he murmured, his voice thick with something raw. “And yet… I can’t let you go.” His gaze burned into hers as he added, “I would let you drag me to hell if that’s what you desired.”

In a quiet riverside village far from the world of swords and sects, Ren Wei, a humble fisherman and widowed father of twins, lives a peaceful life casting lines and mending nets. But when he reels in a strange, Black Scale Carp, everything changes. A mysterious system awakens within him — one that grants cultivation not through battle or bloodline, but through the fish he catches. Each unique catch grants him a skill, a trait, or a glimpse into the hidden Dao. Bound by love for his children and no ambition for fame or power, Ren Wei walks a path all his own — fishing through spiritual rivers, forgotten lakes, and heavenly streams, growing stronger with every tug of the line. He doesn’t seek to conquer. He only casts. But someday, all of Heaven will tremble at the sound of his reel. Author's note:- This will be a little unique and diverse from the usual cultivation story. Instead of children searching for their parent, the parent will be the one doing it. So, try reading the first chapter. Maybe you will like it? Each Chapter: More than 1500 words.

Li Shuang was reborn as a cannon fodder character in a novel. The original owner was imprisoned in the basement by the male protagonist Shen Ji because of drugging and climbing into bed. Shen Ji accidentally gained the ability to read minds and could hear Li Shuang's inner complaints and calculations. After rebirth, Li Shuang was sober and pragmatic. She tried to survive in the crisis-ridden Jiangcheng, but was pressed step by step by Shen Ji's mind-reading ability. The two of them used each other to develop complex feelings in the tug-of-war: Shen Ji was attracted by Li Shuang's true heart, and his paranoid possessiveness and temptation were intertwined; Li Shuang was wavering between Shen Ji's control and protection, while dealing with various forces such as the Li family and the Shen family, investigating the mysterious honey manor and the secrets of Li Wanwan. The story combines rebirth, mind-reading, power struggles and forbidden love, showing the process of Li Shuang's passive survival to active layout under the control of the crazy male protagonist, uncovering the conspiracy and seeking self-salvation.

On the day of her wedding, Ivy Quinn vanishes, leaving behind only a note: "I’m sorry, I can't marry a blind man." To protect her son from heartbreak, Elizabeth Winters strikes a desperate deal—Ruby, Ivy’s identical twin, must take her sister’s place at the altar. Trapped by duty and family pressure, Ruby agrees, believing it will only last until Stefan’s eyesight is restored. But from the moment they marry, Stefan senses something is different about his "wife." The woman beside him is nothing like the shallow fiancée he once knew. She’s sharp, resilient, and understands his business in a way Ivy never did. Against all odds, he falls harder than ever for this new version of her. And Ruby? She never expected to fall in love with a man who was never meant to be hers. But just when she finds the courage to tell him the truth, Ivy returns, ready to reclaim the life she abandoned. When Stefan finally opens his eyes, will he see the woman who truly stood by him—or will he be too blind to recognize real love? ****Excerpt**** “By the way, did Ruby come to the wedding?” he asked, catching her off guard since she hadn't expected him to ask her that all of a sudden. Was he already suspecting that it was her and not Ivy? Ruby’s fingers froze on the door handle for just a fraction of a second. It was enough to set off alarms in Stefan's head. “I—uh…” She hesitated, but only briefly. “No. She had work. She couldn’t make it.” Was he suspecting a switch already? What must have set off the alarm in his head? Stefan hummed, tilting his head slightly. “Oh, I see. How is she, then? I hope she's coming to visit one of these days?” Her fingers tightened on the handle, though her voice remained steady. “Yeah. She would, the moment she is chanced and can come.” A slow smirk tugged at the corner of Stefan’s lips, though he kept his expression neutral. Interesting. Very interesting. His wife had just lied to him and he didn't know why. Even though he was blind, he'd find out why soon enough.

Eden got struck by lightening while leaving hate comments on an Ongoing Webnovel he hates. And as karma would have it, he woke up as the villain of the novel. In the novel, The emperor had announced that anyone who brings him the head of the Villainous Wizard of EL, will be rewarded handsomely. And So Everyone, Especially the Powerful Male leads of this novel, are bent on killing this Villain - The same villain Eden woke up as! Eden knew he had to do everything to escape death, even if that meant seducing and snatching the male leads of the original female lead to use them as powerful shields! ******* 1st Lead: "I will have your head with this sword if you ever get that close to me again" The Crown Prince threatened. "Well not after I'm done undressing you, Your Royal Highness" Eden shamelessly replied. 2nd Lead: "Why don't you have a drink with me?" The Grand Marquis had poured him a poisoned drink. "Well I'd be sweeter if I drank directly from your mouth My Lord" Eden offered him the drink. 3rd Lead: "Why don't you go bring me my book? Eden" The Grand Duke requested, an ambush set and waiting to kill Eden in the library. "Don't worry My Dear Duke, I have a better book here about two boys making out!" Eden offered. 4th Lead: "I've heard about your Impeccable magical skills Mr Wizard, can you perhaps teach me some?" The Mage requested, aiming to drain Eden's powers and life! "Don't worry sir, tonight I'll teach you a better skill I excel at - in Bed!" Eden tugged his collar. 5th Lead: "Can you help me find a partner to the Royal ball" The naive 'Little' prince was the worst at making evil plots. "Don't worry, I'll be your partner to the Royal Ball" But he was Eden's favourite because he was the least threat! ***** Mr Guide: "Hey Eden, I think something is wrong with the Original Story Plot, Thus You're going to be Mysteriously assassinated at the Upcoming event by someone other than the male leads!!" Eden Cried "What?! Someone Please Get me out of this Novel Right now!"

A World Not Meant to Be Trapped inside a fragile illusion of peace, Moore drifts through the days—disconnected, tired, and utterly alone. To his classmates, he’s the quiet boy at the back of the room. To his adoptive family, a burden. But to his sister Ronell, he is everything. Ronell knows their world isn’t real. Whispers of memories tug at her heart, and her brother’s fading light terrifies her more than the truth. As their reality begins to unravel, she clings to the fragments of the boy he once was—and the story she’s been writing just for him. Set in a dreamlike simulation where seasons pass softly and secrets hide in cherry blossoms and starlit cafés, A World Not Meant to Be is a slow, emotional tale of siblings torn apart by fate—and what remains when the world forgets you.

My lips were tightly shut. My expression—blank. As if I didn’t understand the meaning behind his gaze, now sharper than ever. His fingers traced slowly along my jawline. The motion was calm. Measured. Too careful to be called affectionate. “So naive,” he whispered, barely audible. “Your breath... unchanged. Even your heartbeat is steady.” He leaned in. His lips brushed the skin beneath my ear—warm, but not seductive. A mere distraction. “These eyes... don’t lie. But they’re not completely honest either, are they?” His left hand slid to my back, tracing down my shoulder blades, then lower—to my waist. And stopped. Still. As if checking something. “Do you realize...” he continued, his voice soft yet piercing, “...of all the people who’ve seen my darkest side... you’re the only one who didn’t run.” I stayed silent. Just blinked once more, then gave a faint smile. “And why would I run?” My voice was light. Playful. I even let out a small laugh, more like a sigh. He didn’t laugh back. His gaze remained deep. His hand still touched my cheek—cold, scented with metal and leather. And then I... ...smiled. Genuinely. I leaned up slightly, raised his face gently with both hands, and kissed his cheek. The kiss left no mark, just a soft sound: chu — sweet, innocent. Almost like a child trying to show love. “Oh! You must be tired,” I said lightly. “I only made fish soup tonight, but the cuts are... kind of a mess.” I tugged gently at the hem of his shirt—playful, affectionate. Pulling him to hover directly over me. I slowly lay back on the bed, though my feet still touched the floor. My gaze never left him—looking up from the most vulnerable position. “But don’t ask why the cuts turned out so ugly,” I added with a small giggle. “Because earlier, the knife—” “The knife?” He interrupted. Flat voice. I nodded slowly, my eyes still bright. “Yeah, it’s so heavy! Where did you even buy it? Sharp, scary... but cool. Like... the kind used by a serial killer! Hehe~” For a few seconds, his expression shifted. Not angry. Not bothered. But... something changed. As if his mind had just collided with a memory that should’ve stayed locked away. Then, still calm, he said: “Don’t use that knife again. You could get hurt.” His fingers slipped into my hair—gentle, yet cold. “Tomorrow, I’ll give you a new one. Something that suits your hands better.” Then his lips lowered again. To my neck. At first, it tickled. But it quickly turned into something deeper than clumsy affection. Our breathing grew uneven. His body pressed heavily over mine, making the bed creak with every move.

[Warning: R18+] "Her Greatest Revenge--Seduce him, Break his marriage, Steal his fortune, and lastly... DUMP him." ***** Sabrina Williams' life crumbles after discovering her husband's deceit and the underhanded acquisition of her family's fortune. Presumed dead after a tragic incident, Sabrina reemerges five years later with a new identity and a burning hunger for revenge. Her return sparks romantic chaos amongst the CEO's inner circle, a dazzling array of handsome bachelors vying for her attention. Sabrina Williams finds herself at the center of a romantic whirlwind with unexpected contenders– her protective best friend, a powerful Mafia Boss, and her possessive ex-husband. The stage is set for a pulsating tug-of-war—a clash of love and revenge with emotions running high. The players are all in, and the game is just getting started! ***** When her scandal with her Ex-husband spreads on the internet, bashers curse her tagging her as Shameless Mistress, Worthless Homewrecker, and Evil Slut... however several mighty bachelors unite to defend her. CEO of Top Fashion Company: "Haters go to hell! PS: to those models who antagonized my Goddess, I hereby take our brand sponsorship from them." President of the Largest Entertainment Company: "Fake news! We will take legal action for slandering my Goddess! Artists who cursed her will be banned from my company." Vice Chairman of Biggest Hotel and Resort Company: "Shut up, Bashers! Don't ever step in one of our hotels and resorts!" Domineering Mafia Boss: "Back off! Erase those malicious comments, or else my gang will hunt you down. I'll kill everyone who dares ridicule my Queen! Everyone: "..." Then a confession comment suddenly pops up amidst the chaos. FL's Best friend: "Everyone can hate you but I'll always be there for you. Sabby... I love you... I've been loving you since our childhood years... My first love... and my last." Her ex-husband can no longer stay quiet and declares to the public. Possessive Ex-husband: "She's not my mistress. She's my legal wife." FL Friend Lanny: "Legal Wife your Ass! Crazy Jerk just die!"

Wen Yiqian, once a faceless nobody, clawed his way through life’s trials only to stumble upon an unexpected twist of fate—a “Protagonist Cultivation System.” But instead of granting him cheats or shortcuts, the system subjected him to relentless daily tasks: mastering “gentlemanly conduct,” navigating “crisis management,” and observing “emotional boundaries.” Failure to comply meant demotion—to a mere background character. Within the walls of an elite high school entangled in power plays and hidden desires, Cheng Lin is trapped in a psychological tug-of-war with the system. Teetering between darkness, breakdown, and transcendence, he fights to maintain his sanity. All he ever wanted was to stay low-profile—yet destiny thrust him into the spotlight. Along the way, he charms the school beauty, outwits academic tyrants, rescues the so-called villain, and uncovers a secret buried for years. When being the main character is no longer a privilege but a path of discipline—are you ready to walk it?

When powerless, unfavoured Princess Soleia was arranged to marry the newly titled Duke Orion Elsher, she assumed they would find love eventually. Who knew that her father would send off her husband mere hours later to fight a war? Soleia was left alone to deal with an impoverished fief, a crumbling estate, and spiteful, vindictive relatives of the Duke who all wished to see her gone. She couldn’t leave― there was nowhere else to go. Soleia desperately wanted her husband to return so he could offer her a helping hand. However, when he did, he returned with Elowyn, a woman he claimed was his true love. A woman hellbent on taking her place as the rightful Duchess, no matter what she had to do to get Soleia out of the way. Mistreated, misunderstood, and miserable, Soleia was eventually thrown out of the estate she helped build. Fortunately, when one door closes, another one opens. Unknown to Soleia, a man more powerful than her husband had been watching her, waiting for the right time to snatch her into his gilded cage. Duke Elsher had been foolish to let go― but the crown prince of Raxuvia wouldn’t make the same mistake. *** [Excerpt] After two long years, Soleia's husband had finally returned home. But he was not alone. “Your Grace,” Soleia said, trying her best to maintain a calm tone, “welcome home. How were your travels?” The man remained silent as he stared at her. “Oh,” the woman that Soleia's husband had brought back said. “I was just wondering where the servants were. No one has come to greet you since your return. Could you please help us bring―” Orion tugged the woman back, protectively holding her in his embrace. His eyebrows furrowed as he glared at Soleia, his sudden action causing the woman to look confused at him. “Orion?” she asked, her hands on his chest to steady herself. “What’s the matter?” “That’s not a servant." In one swift motion, he threw the sword out at Soleia, only to be stopped by a flash of scarlet and the coppery scent of blood. *** Prequel to Stolen by the Rebel King.

He destroyed her kingdom. Now he wants her heart. Taken as a concubine by the ruthless King Malek—known for razing realms with his god-like powers—Seraya swore she’d never bow. But the more she resists, the more obsessed he becomes. In a palace of jealous rivals and deadly secrets, Seraya must survive his obsession, outwit his enemies… and guard her heart before it’s claimed completely. Because soon, she’ll discover exactly why they call him the Conqueror— and what becomes of those who dare to defy him. -Enemies to Lovers -Tyrant King x Captive Princess -Palace Intrigue -Soul-bonded Fates Teaser Preview: Seraya didn’t look back. King Malek watched her disappear beyond the hedges, striding away purposefully, not allowing her pride on full display. Interesting. He stood in the garden’s center, arms loosely folded, pulse annoyingly fast. A part of him—cold and calculating—should’ve left by now. Should’ve called a guard to escort her, reminded himself she was just another unwilling offering from a conquered land. But the rest of him, the darker, quieter part… was intrigued. She was different. Most women fell over themselves trying to please him. Some wept. Some flattered. Others performed needlessly grand gestures to gain his notice. But Seraya? She hid under tables and looked at him like he was something less than impressive. Like he was just another guard with nothing to offer her. It was maddening. And strangely refreshing. Malek sat back down on the same cushion she’d just vacated, still warm from her body, her scent lingering faintly—honeysuckle and sun-warmed linen. This, he thought. This is the scent that has been evading him the past few weeks. He’d gotten lingering traces of it at times when he’d enter a room, but it was always a ghost of a scent. At times it had lingered around that little red headed concubine, Jane or something. She was decent in bed, eager for sure. But not what he wanted. Lying in bed afterwards, her true scent came out—apples and ivy, and left him feeling empty. What had first intrigued him had been an illusion. But he knew it existed somewhere in the palace. He’d felt like a bloodhound the past few weeks searching for its true owner. Of course it belonged to the little vixen who has been avoiding the king like the plague. He took another deep inhale. His hand drifted to the spot where her fingers had curled into the edge of the cushion. He let out a breath and chuckled softly to himself. “You really don’t know, do you?” he murmured to the empty garden. She hadn’t recognized him. Not without the crown, the robes, the ring of soldiers and desperate concubines. And gods, that made it even better. It had been a long time since anyone had spoken to him without fear or flattery. She hadn’t lied to protect herself. She didn’t pander. She just was. Honest. Guarded, yes, but there had been a spark behind her eyes. A fire buried beneath the survival instincts. He’d seen it. Felt it. She hated him. And it thrilled him. He leaned his head back against the stone wall and closed his eyes, letting the filtered sunlight wash over his face. This garden had always been a quiet place, but now it felt… alive. Perhaps because for once, he didn’t have to be the king. He could be Lex—just a man in training clothes. Just a shadow on the edge of her world. And she had let him in, just a little. “She thinks I’m charming,” he mused aloud, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Poor girl.” He wouldn’t reveal himself yet. No, not until she was well and truly tangled. Until she wanted him—and hated herself for it. Until she looked at Lex the way all the others looked at Malek… and realized too late that they were the same man. But it wouldn’t be easy. She was flame wrapped in thorns. And if he reached too fast, too hard, she’d cut him before she burned him. He liked that. He hadn't meant to linger. A quiet moment int he library-that's all he wanted. But instead he found something better than peace. A challenge.

"Have you heard of him?" A small boy tugged at a woman's skirt, his tiny finger pointing at the large portrait of a man clad in a minister’s robe. "Shhh! Don’t say its name!" The woman hushed him, glancing around anxiously. She knew the boy was only curious about the drawing, yet the inscription beside it spoke of someone else entirely. Still, the credit had been given to the man in the portrait. "Why?" "We just... don’t say it." "Are you talking about The Next General?" A man dressed as a scholar interjected, inserting himself into the conversation. "Everyone is talking about it. After a hundred years, it has returned. I can't decide whether that fills me with hope or dread." His words were meant to impress, to showcase his knowledge, but the woman only tightened her grip on the boy, scooped him up, and hurried away like a hunted animal sensing danger. The scholar let out a single sharp laugh. "A chaotic rhythm… and marvellously extraordinary times are upon us," he murmured, before turning and walking away. --- Disclaimer This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and events are either the product of the author's imagination or used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or to real events is purely coincidental. The views and opinions expressed by the characters do not necessarily reflect those of the author. This book contains content that may not be suitable for all audiences. Reader discretion is advised. ------- Author-Sama is here with another one, been planning this for quite a while but laziness and procrastination keeps holding me down but now I am free. Here is another exciting historical novel, please enjoy.

"Hold him!, don't let him escape!,sh*t! f*ck!"the man cursed. About twenty men were chasing after a boy. The boy was 108cm in height,his pink coloured hair ruffling against the wind,his clothes were exquisite,and he managed to pull off an arrogant young master look......."He's a beautiful baby boy " the mid wife said.MENG Qi lost hope and lay back down helplessly."Do you want to see him?" the mid wife asked."Take that brat out of my sight!!" MENG Qi blew up.The mid wife tried to calm her down as she cried. Meng Qi's personal assistant,Hé had an idea."Meng Jie Jie,this child crotch is so tiny and small,I almost didn't see it.what say you,why don't we dress him up as a girl?!! no one would find out!" Hé said.......Old Qin held the baby delicately. The baby is white and pale,it has to be a girl of course!The people gathered asked."Old Qin what's our daughter's name?Old Qin smiled, happiness evident in his eyes."Qin Wan Mo" he answered cheerfully.The people cheered.While the baby's expression: "...". eh?Felix Anderson wriggled his hands and realized they were tiny,an old man held him and his name was suddenly Qin wan Mo.He tried to talk,but he could only cry.Felix: what's this!!Felix Anderson,19 year old,an actor with the reputation of a bully.He reincarnates into a prominent family with internal struggle for power,and is forcefully asked to be a girl. He's now engaged to the young master of the Han family who is so suspicious of him. .................... "Do you take me for a fool? you think I don't know that you're a guy?!" Han Jiuran scoffed,a glint flashed through his eyes. Wan Mo gulped,cold sweat appear on her forehead,she replied him "Jiuran I think you're sick it touched your brain!" Luke:"..." Chauffeur:"..." bodyguards:"..." Han Jiuran:"..." "Me,a guy? Han Jiuran speak with your conscience! you dare doubt my feminity,you want proof huh?!" Wan Mo looked pained,she tugged at her clothes ready to pull it off. Luke: No Miss Qin,young master don't need proof! Wan Mo became teary "is it because my chest is not big? tell me Jiuran,if you have found a girl with bigger chest ,go to the Qin resident and call off the engagement,who wants you?ugly!!" she sniffs Jiuran:"..." me?ugly? His face became dark, ink could drip from it. Wan Mo took his hand and pressed against her chest. "At least it is growing,Han Jiuran give it 4 years" Jiuran's pupils dilated,the tip of his ear and corner of his eyes became red. Wan Mo scoffed and left the car, slamming the door and entered her house,she breathed out "that should keep him busy ,my survival skills is so good". He happily thanked the fake breast he wore. Meanwhile in the car.. "Wan Mo is not male?" Jiuran said in a daze while looking at his hand.

She was once an elite assassin, feared for her cunning mind and lethal skills. After years of operating in the shadows as the infamous "White Fox," she finally allowed herself a rare break—a vacation in the comfort of her modern apartment. While relaxing in her own sanctuary, the familiar world she knew suddenly shattered when a mysterious system activated, pulling her away from everything she had known and transmigrating her into a bizarre new realm. She awakens in a land ruled by powerful beastmen, where females are rare and fiercely protected. Stripped of her modern tools yet still armed with a razor-sharp dagger and a mind honed by years of deadly work, she finds herself in a world where her survival depends on adapting quickly and completing missions given by her latent, mysterious system. Unlike the delicate women of this realm, she is ruthless, calculating, and a two-faced cold-hearted killer who will stop at nothing to conquer the challenges before her. As she tames savage beasts and navigates treacherous alliances, cryptic system texts echo in the back of her mind, urging her toward an unknown destiny. Yet, as rival forces rise and long-buried secrets resurface, an enigmatic power stirs deep within her—a power that even she does not fully understand. Amidst this chaotic world, she encounters powerful beastmen—each as dangerous as they are captivating. All wanted nothing but her. With the system's eerie commands marking her fate, if this new world seeks to control her, it will first have to survive her. When the system whispered her name, a strange sensation filled her. [Nyxaria Duneveil, the main mission has been initiated.] She felt a sudden chill creep down her spine, an odd familiarity tugging at the edges of her mind. "Nyx..aria... Duneveil? No, that's not my name… or is it? Why does it feel so strange… familiar, yet unfamiliar at the same time? If it's not my name, then... what is my name?" In this unfamiliar world, where nothing felt like home, her own name became a haze to her—like a puzzle missing a crucial piece. It gnawed at her, leaving her with an inexplicable sense of discomfort, as though something vital about herself was just out of grasp. A fleeting memory danced just beyond her reach, like a whisper from a past she couldn't recall.

In the stillness of the evening, a sudden, deafening thud shattered the tranquil silence. Zarah’s father, recognizing the uninvited intruders, attempted to flee, only to be seized and brutally beaten by two brawny men. Her mother and sisters watched in horror as their beloved patriarch choked on his own blood. From the shadows, a sinister figure emerged, brandishing a cigarette and cloaked in a woolen coat. "You've ignored my warnings, and now you expect me to show mercy?" He snarled, standing over Zarah's father as he pleaded for his life. "I gave you plenty of time to pay back what you owed. But you ran away with my money, your family, and my cocke." "Please, please, we can work this out!" Zarah's father begged, spitting blood from his battered mouth. The man shook his head, his cruel smirk widening. Too late, amigo," the man sneered. Without hesitation, two gunshots rang out. Zarah's eyes fluttered open, the world a watery blur. What she saw silenced her forever. Her father's head was bashed and bleeding, her mother's stomach torn open. A scream ripped from Zanah's throat, tugging at Zarah's heart. Tears streamed down her face as the horrific realization set in. They were gone.

Kui lang's fingertip gently grazed his painting. Beautiful pair of blue gem like eyes seemed so lifelike. The glistening green tail shone brightly in the sunlight. "Beautiful...." Suddenly, a hand reached out and grabbed his fingertips. The lifelike tail swisher around slashing mist on his face, and the merman's blue eyes blinked down at him. Kui fell down from shock. "W-What.. what is this..." The merman tugged at his hand, and the next second, he was in a different world. The world he had drawn with his own hand.

Opening his eyes in a new world, Rebena Black... Steels himself to avoid any confrontations or meetings with the male lead. However... his efforts prove to be for naught as he simply.... find himself... bumping into him at nearly every corner. *** "How much further will you run? Shall I break your legs so you can't anymore?" God! He's a psycho! Why the hell is he chasing me?! Go after the protagonist! *** Find out how Rebena chooses to defy his role as a love rival for the hand of Aaron and yet be entangled in an even more dramatic twist of fate. The strings of fate tugs again.

#Femaleontop#R18 #Midevil #Warriors#Romantic #SimpHusband#HopelessRomantic#Reincarnation#EnergeticWife#BDSM Rachel Wells is an outgoing College gal who strives to live her 20s to the max. While studying historical concepts, she likes to use her free time to indulge in gentlemen's clubs. However, this rubs her father the wrong way. Can't she just live a little? After Rachel reincarnates as Beatrice from the Novel "If I Could Be of Use" " she is placed in an unfortunate situation of the suic*dal bride. Can she chit-chat her way out of this one? Is she able to keep living normally? Will she try to break free from the marriage or charm her new husband? ______________________________________________________________ *Exclusive glimpse* Beatrice grasped her husband's palm and tugged him along the garden when she realized he was taking his sweet time. "Now, D-dear can't you take it easy for a day?". Lorcan slowly pulled his left hand away from his wife and grabbed her by the waist with his right hand. She slightly pressed her lips thin as she searched his eyes for questions he didn't say out loud. "I'm not pregnant, Leo." He clasped his hands with hers and neared her face. "But we're not absolutely sure yet..." Beatrice inched closer to his face with a cheeky smile "But I am". Lorcan nuzzled closer to his wife's ear and wrapped his hands around her slender waist. "How's this?" Beatrice held back her laugh and whispered in his ear. "That's cause, I'm bleeding, right now." Lorcans face turned from pale, to pink, to the redest wine. Pulling away from his wife, Lorcan quickly marched twards the gardens exit. Beatrice burst out laughing which caught the servants nearby off guard. "Leoo!~ Why do you have to act like that?" Lorcan halted his steps and stood in his tracts. "Why... Must you be so vulgure.." Lorcan pressed his cold hands onto his burning cheeks. Beatrice crept up on him and slid her slender arms around his shoulders. "Oh please, there's no need for you to be embarrassed. It's normal." A smile crept on her lips as she brushed her lips onto his ear causing Lorcan to tense up. "Plus, I want you to know I'll be expecting you next Thursday. Night, my dear Leo."

WARNING!!!: MATURE CONTENTS READ AT YOUR OWN RISK! 18+ -------------- Selena a 21 year old poor orphan, always had this one dream that haunted her every night. In this dream, she was been chased by a mysterious being she nicknamed her 'mystic prince'. But one day, she woke up to the harsh reality, that her mystic prince no longer lives in her dream; he was indeed real and his name is King. But it seems reality had too many surprises for her, because she ended up being abducted by King and was given 7 days to fall in love with him in a mysterious city. By the end of the 7 days of steaming-hot loving, romance and seduction, Selena starts to fall helplessly in love with him, but a huge misunderstanding cooked up by Charlotte; King's childhood sweetheart, tore them apart and he rejects and pushes Selena away. Broken, Selena picks up her pieces and starts working on herself to become a strong woman and no longer the timid and weak girl she used to be. She became determined to prove her innocence and win his love back, but starts to give up. However, King and Selena has a soul tie that keeps pulling them towards each other, King discovers the truth and found out that she is innocent, so he starts chasing after her again. But it was too late, because she had started falling for Benjamin, King's elder brother and was about getting married to him. Hence, the tug of love between the two brothers. Is their soul tie strong enough to reconcile them with each other? would she accept him? Or would Benjamin stand in the way? FIND OUT!!!

In a world where honor and destiny collide, Thorin Oakenshield stands on the precipice of adventure-unbeknownst to him, the real battle lies beyond the mountain he seeks to reclaim. Tasked by Gandalf to protect the enchanting Maureen, an eye changer with secrets of her own, Thorin grapples with an unforeseen bond that tugs at his heart and challenges his steadfast resolve. As they journey through treacherous landscapes fraught with danger and deception, the shadow of an ancient dragon looms over the Lonely Mountain, its gilded hoard tempting even the noblest of souls. But it is not just the treasure that threatens to consume Thorin; the specter of legacy and madness, inherited from his grandfather, stirs within him-a relentless reminder that his fate may not be his own. With Maureen by his side, her unique powers both a blessing and a mystery, Thorin must confront the vulnerability that comes with trust and the fierce love that can grow from protection. Can he conquer the dragon within and without, or will the weight of his heritage shatter the fragile bond they have forged? In "Not Quite Mine," heartbreak and hope intertwine, leading readers on an unforgettable journey through friendship, sacrifice, and the quest for belonging. Join Thorin and Maureen as they navigate a realm where every choice impacts the future, and love may be the most powerful weapon of all. Will they find their way to a shared destiny, or will the past tear them apart? Step into a tale where the heart's truths are as perilous as dragons, and nothing is quite as it seems. I do not own Thorin or any other characters of The Hobbit. I just own Maureen or any other character that I decide to add. This is my first time writing fanfiction, please be kind. I welcome criticism but in a healthy way. Hope you enjoy reading this. Please don't forget to engage. Love M

“Do you want to know how this works?” he whispered. “Yes!” I gasped in response to his tug on my hair. “I want to know.” “Yes, what?” he asked, causing my mind to swirl with the realization of what he was into. “Yes, sir. I can be a good girl.” **** For Becca, going to Miami brought up old childhood memories with her best friend, Tally. She needed the break after a rough year attending Yale and a break-up with her boyfriend, Chad. She didn’t expect for her summer of fun to include sleeping with James, the Italian Stallion–Tally’s father. Knowing it’s wrong, she allows James to pull her into a vortex of pleasure that has her breaching the surface of reality and grasping for survival. Can Becca endure this pleasure without Tally finding out? Or will her secrets cause her world to crash around her? Submitting to My Best Friend’s Dad is created by Scarlett Rossi, an eGlobal Creative Publishing signed author.

The room smelled like jasmine and secrets. Alina’s eyes blinked open, dazed and dry, the silk sheets soft against her bare skin. She tried to move, but her wrists tugged gently against restraints—not metal, but velvet. A sound—a sigh, maybe a whisper—slipped past her lips before her memories could catch up. Her heart began to race. Where am I? The walls were cream and gold, everything glowing in soft candlelight. A storm rumbled beyond the glass-paned windows, waves crashing in the distance. She wasn’t in the city anymore. This place felt... untouched. Intimate. Dangerous. And then she saw it—etched delicately onto her inner thigh in crimson ink. V. C. Her breath hitched. The letters matched the invitation that had appeared mysteriously in her inbox two weeks ago. An all-expense-paid retreat to a private island, promising indulgence, luxury, and liberation for "those who dare." She’d thought it was a scam. But the tickets arrived. First-class. Then the private jet. The champagne. The man in the mask who whispered, “Everything you desire lives here. If you’re not afraid to burn for it.” Now, lying in this golden cage, Alina knew one thing for certain. She had crossed a line. And there was no going back.

"What If I didn't came back Then?" He Replied to his wife while tugging her hair behind her ear. "Then I will keep your memories in my room and I will guard them forever in my life" She replied to him with a smile. "Really" He asked her. "I promise" She started laughing while taking his words as Joke. Later he also joined her in laughing while taking this as Joke. Outside The Door..... She walked out with her husband at the end of the door. She smiled and said "Goodbye Hubby..." He turned towards her and kissed her forehead and said "Goodbye Wifey...." She looked at his car until it was disappeared. She didn't know 'Why' but she was feeling worried about him. _______________________ Eric Green- Famous actor and CEO of SL Company. He is known best for his business world though he is also an actor. He met Kim when they were shooting there first movie together. After Hundreds of date. They finally came in Relationship. Later they got married with love and compassion. _______________________ Kim Vand- Young heiress of Vand family. She was working as an actress in Country I, City L. She got married with her man whom she loved but after Few Months he died in a tragic accident. After his husband death her grandpa forces her to marry his business partner grandson who is famous idol. Later when she comes out of her past. She Becomes cruel towards her Second husband. She leaves in a Dark world. Where reality is hidden in the ground. _______________________ Kevin Lopez- Famous IDOL of Country I. After one Incident they left with no choice but to marry his granddaughter. But before marriage proposal he realizes that he has fallen for her after meeting her accidentally anywhere. He tries to make a good impression in front of her. However he always create problems for himself and kim. _______________________ "You!!!....How could you do this...." She cried and asked him. She walked in front of the burning statue and pictures and tried to stop the fire. She walked on it and tried to take the things but her family members caught her and didn't let her go. She cried and looked at the flame and ashes of her husband's memories which was burning in front of her eyes. She walked in front of him and slapped his face and started saying "Mr. Kevin Lopez you killed my husband....I will not spare you.....I will not leave you....I will kill you" "You destroyed my life....I will not forget you" she started crying. "You are not my husband...You are my enemy....You are the killer of my husband...." She declared in front of everyone. She rested her head on the shoulder of her brother and cried... ______________ After that incident kim lost her trust from Kevin. Kevin felt broken because He lost her forever but still he kept some Hope's that she will accept him .She will love him. They will have a peaceful life together. Will she accept him as her husband? Will he able to make her fall for him? Will They have a peaceful life together? Will They able to get along with each other?

(CONTAINS R18+ CONTENT) Enemies to lovers- check Slow burn- check A cute naughty dog- check Spice? (The author is keeping her mouth zipped) No third-party breakup or misunderstanding. But there are lots of banter and witty comebacks. (The story is planned to be around 200 chapters. No drag) Mu Yiren I never imagined I'd be faking a relationship with my biggest enemy—the untamed, ridiculously charming Feng Junjie, known throughout the city as the "golden boy" of business and a billionaire playboy with a reputation for breaking hearts. But when he dangles a life-changing offer in front of me, the kind that could secure my inheritance, I find myself agreeing to be his "girlfriend." But the thing is….. What if I start seeing the real him? Pretending to be Junjie’s devoted partner is like walking on a razor's edge. He’s everything I can’t stand—sexy, cocky, and devilish, and yet a sweetheart by heart that leaves me flustered by his actions. I know better than to fall for a man like him; my mother’s battle with Alzheimer’s has convinced me to never fall in love. But Junjie isn't just any man. Beneath his easygoing charm is an intensity that leaves me breathless, and he knows exactly how to crack through the walls I have built around me, awakening a passion I never felt before. JUNJIE I need my life back. A sorry attempt at love had me question everything and forced me away from my brothers. Since my ‘ex best friend’s’ constant accusations had gotten out of control, I might as well pretend to date someone and shut her mouth. My definition of a fake date- Beautiful, sexy, tempting…..umm…. insufferable, annoying, and with a mouth that won’t stop running. The mouth with red lipstick. The mouth I want to…. This arrangement was supposed to be simple: fake dating, clear boundaries, no feelings. But the more he plays the role of her devoted partner, the more the lines between fake and real start to blur. And now, he’s no longer sure where the act ends and his true feelings begin. The catch? Mu Yiren doesn’t believe in love. And she certainly doesn’t believe a man like Feng Junjie is capable of anything but heartbreak. But Feng has never been one to follow the rules. Boundaries? He’s about to break them. Deals? They were made to be rewritten. He’s going all in, and this time, he’s not playing pretend. ******* "Are you saying you'd let any man get this close?" "ABSOLUTELY NO!" The words burst out of me, too quick, too honest. His smirk deepens. "Tell me, if I leave you like this, all wound up and aching, will you be sneaking off to use one of your little toys?" "Yes," "Tell me, were you waiting for me to initiate something this past week?" he tugs my shorts more and kisses my navel. My heart hammers and my voice comes out shaky. "N-No." I won't give him the satisfaction of knowing he's right. He chuckles darkly. "Wrong answer. Let's try again." ****