Backstop Recoil Pad

There was a popular comic that captured the hearts of readers not because of its plot, but rather the bromance between the two protagonists, a crown prince and a duke. Their friendship & mutual trust led fans to ship them endlessly, with countless fanfiction stories ranging from dating to marriage or even incorporating omegaverse settings. One particular m-preg fanfic novel became extremely popular among fans, where the previously cold duke becomes pregnant. But the popularity of both the original comic and this novel caused everything to become unbalanced, until something strange happened - these works of fiction turn into real worlds that collided, creating an error that connected them together. In the world of the comic: Carlton from the fanfic world gazed up at his husband with longing eyes. "Husband..." He pouted, "Why don't you kiss me today?" Alaric from the comic world recoiled slightly and goosebumps broke out over his skin as he moved away. "Please don't come close to me..." He said tersely. Meanwhile, in another world: Alaric from the fanfic world, pulled his beloved Carlton into a warm embrace and peppered kisses on his cheeks. "Darling, are you mad at me?" Alaric asked affectionately. "It's okay, you're still cute." He leaned down to whisper into his ear before continuing. "But don't forget to comfort all our children, they think you're mad at them." Suddenly, seven children barged into the room and called out to their fathers. "Father, Daddy!" they exclaimed. Carlton's frozen expression spoke volumes about his state of mind as he tried to process what was happening. His murderous gaze fixed on Alaric as he muttered through gritted teeth. "Whose children do you say they are....?"

Sa isang iglap, ang mga halimaw na dati’y tanging bahagi lamang ng mga alamat at kwentong bayan ay naging isang madilim na katotohanan. Ang kanilang paglitaw ay nagdulot ng lagim, takot, at kaguluhan. Ngunit kasabay ng kaguluhan, muling nagpakita ang mga tinaguriang Banal na Mandirigma—mga inapo ng sinaunang tribo na may taglay na Banal na Batik, sagisag ng kanilang pambihirang kapangyarihan. Si Eyl isang simpleng binata, habang naglalakad siya sa kabundukan, isang nakatatakot na nilalang—isang Berberoka—ang biglang sumalakay sa kanya. Sa bingit ng kamatayan, isang hindi maipaliwanag na enerhiya ang gumising sa kanyang loob. Mula sa kanyang balikat, lumiyab ang isang sinaunang mar ka—isang Banal na Batik na nagbigay daan upang lumabas ang kanyang natatagong kapangyarihan. Ngunit ito ay isa lamang simula. Sa isang mundong pinamumugaran ng mga halimaw, matutuklasan ni Eyl ang kanyang tunay na pinagmulan at ang mas malaking tungkulin na naghihintay sa kanya.

The apocalypse has arrived, unleashing monsters across the globe. Jeremy, a high school student with a past life as a mercenary, awakens to an SSS-tier ability known as "The Eye of Omniscience." This power allows him to perceive hidden cues invisible to others. [There's a silver treasure chest in the room to the left. Opening the chest with your foot guarantees a 100% chance to obtain a silver-grade item!] [There's a hidden boss in the girls' bathroom. Defeating it with a sanitary pad will surely drop a rare skill scroll!] [Slapping the job-change statue 99 times during your job change will unlock the hidden class "God Desecrator"!] While the rest of humanity is still living in fear, Jeremy has already obtained various god-level rewards thanks to his Eye of Omniscience. While others are still figuring out how to survive the apocalypse, Jeremy has already reached the pinnacle of humanity, confronting the gods themselves!

Once a notorious death row inmate, Crazy had no memory of his past. Only a life spent rotting away in a padded cell, his only concern, the Rats. His reality was a gray blur, defined only by isolation and confusion. But everything changed when he was suddenly dragged into a fantasy world, summoned as a 'Hero', and got a mysterious 'System' painfully and forcefully integrated into him. Now, free in an unfamiliar realm, Crazy is determined to unravel the mystery of his past and the strange yet familiar world he’s been cast into. But with his fractured mind, godlike strength, and a hidden, terrifying secret... He may be more dangerous than anyone realizes. What kind of man is he, and what does he truly want? Survival? Redemption? Or something far darker? But still, crazy is crazy, after all. (Rewrite)

In the small, picturesque town of Everwood, where secrets linger beneath the moonlit forest, Claire, a spirited bookstore owner, finds herself drawn to the enigmatic newcomer, Ethan. Unbeknownst to Claire, Ethan harbours a dark secret—he's a werewolf, cursed to transform under the full moon. As their paths intertwine, Claire discovers Ethan's true nature, but instead of recoiling in fear, she's intrigued. Despite the dangers lurking in the shadows, their connection deepens, igniting a passionate romance. But their love is tested when a rogue pack threatens the town, and Ethan is torn between his loyalty to his pack and his desire to protect Claire. As tensions rise and secrets unravel, Claire must decide if she's willing to risk it all for love, even if it means embracing the supernatural world and facing the dangers that come with it. With the fate of Everwood hanging in the balance, Claire and Ethan must fight against all odds to protect their love and their home, guided by the light of the moon and the strength of their hearts.

In a realm of mortals, a monster stirred into existence. Initially adrift in purpose, the creature resolved to guard its progenitors, the girl who came before, he intended to defend and protect all of them. As times unfolded, the monster adeptly concealed itself behind the visage of a mortal, humanoid in nature, he easily donned the guise, the mask of a human being. Yet, fear not, for the tale did not conclude there. A young man's agonized wail pierced the nocturnal silence, a lament for all he lost, for all he wished to protect, challenging the heavenly realms and defying the very essence of existence. In his rebellion, the world recoiled, deeming him unworthy of breath, a rejection that ushered his drowning into oblivion. Amidst the struggle for survival, an otherworldly entity took notice. "Perhaps…? Let's test the fortitude of his will!" As the youth teetered on the brink of unconsciousness, a voice resonated in his mind. [Notice: Legendary Skill Reincarnation Acquired!] [Reincarnation has been activated!] ... In a cosmos where gods, devils, humans, myths, and dreams converge into reality, the monster finds rebirth. Yet, navigating this new existence proved arduous, for the world demanded a toll for every breath he took and every moment of joy in it. And such a toll… it will be paid with his life once more. Will the human-masked monster triumph… Or will he fall just like a hundred times before? Let me see an end to it, but now… will you join me, Mortal!? ----------------------------------- The main story technically starts with Season 3. The first two seasons are something like a prologue to show what happened and kind of who MC is, so simply, if you want a faster experience, start with season 3; it won't be that much of a difference if you don't. Chapter Length: 1800-2200 words. The Mc is a kind of psychopath who wore a mask throughout his life, but I would not easily condemn him as neither good nor evil. (And before you ask. Yes, the MC is kind of a yandere obsession type as well.) There will be a harem, but it will be much later or until I start liking another girl character. There is some dark stuff, be it burning flesh, dissection, blood, extreme agony, or whatever else. I just want to say that if you don't like it, be prepared that they are not uncommon and are mostly detailed... A question that arose in me... When does someone become a monster? Where is the edge of humanity? I don't know the specifics either just yet, so let's find out together... And that's it. Have a nice read, my fellow humans. ;)

"HER SECRET IS A KEY FOR HIM." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ She's hiding her identity, and he's finding his parents. She's a spy, and he's a business tycoon. How did they meet? What happened to them after their first meeting? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Ann is alive, Granny!" John exclaimed, embracing his grandmother with a surge of joy that filled the room with warmth. John squeezed Granny Ria tightly, blissfully unaware of the storm brewing around him. Tears glistened in her eyes as she clung to him, grappling with the weight of a truth she could scarcely bear to share. 'How can I possibly tell you, John?' Granny Ria worried silently. As John released his grandmother, his gaze darted to the living room, where two faces he recognized yet barely recognized stared back at him. A heavy sigh escaped his lips as he contemplated the tension in the air. Memories flooded back—joyful teenage years brimming with laughter and love from his parents. But now, the happiness he once knew was eclipsed by a tightly clenched fist, his knuckles pale and tense. He turned sharply to Granny Ria, a fierce determination in his eyes. "Why are they here? I told you, Granny, I don’t want to see them!" he demanded, his voice echoing with unresolved pain. Granny Ria raised a hand, yearning to comfort her grandson, but he recoiled, knowing her allegiance would tilt towards her son and his wife. "Why the hell have you come back? You always show up right as I find my happiness! Just leave me alone!" John shouted, anger seeping from every word. His mother's eyes glistened with unspoken sorrow as she longed to reach out to him, to embrace him before he could push her away again, fearing he would reject her for the fact she sat in a wheelchair. With a heavy step, John’s father rose from the sofa and approached his son, who had shut his eyes tightly, emotion crashing over him like a wave. In a moment that evoked both fear and tenderness, John’s father enveloped him in a fierce hug. John, overwhelmed by the tidal wave of emotion, broke down, sobs pouring out like the rush of a storm. For the first time in years, he cried like a child, his father’s hand soothingly rubbing his back, a faint hope kindling in their shared moment. The day stretched endlessly for the Evans family, heavy with unspoken words and fractured bonds. After what felt like an eternity of tears, John blinked away the remnants of his grief and turned to his father, desperation in his voice. “Ann?” His father met his gaze, flooded with helplessness and compassion. Frozen in place, John surveyed the people who surrounded him—his father, mother, and beloved grandmother. Words escaped him as he turned and walked away, each step echoing the weight of his heart. The air hung thick with unspoken truths, and the night was just beginning. Stay tuned to know what happens next. ~~~~~~~~~~~•••••••••••••~~~~~~~~~~~~ MY OTHER BOOKS:- ~ Loving You With Everything I Have ~ Queen Of Darkness ~~~~~~~~~~~•••••••••••••~~~~~~~~~~~~

At the Orphanage "I like you." Her eyes widened. "But I don’t—" He cut her off, his grin widening. "I LIKE YOU! I LIKE YOU AND..." He paused dramatically, locking eyes with her before leaning in once more. "And I like to irritate you." Yadhana’s glare could have burned through walls. Yuvaa chuckled. "And you look cute when you're angry." Before she could explode, he playfully pinched her cheeks. "Ugh! You're such a buffalo!" she snapped, turning away. Yuvaa, ever the troublemaker, called after her. "Well, if I’m a buffalo, then you’re the buffalo’s best friend!" She froze in her tracks, fists clenching. "I am NOT your friend!" "You are," he teased. "I AM NOT!!" "YOU ARE MY BESTEST FRIEND!" That was the final straw. Fueled by rage, Yadhana stormed toward him, eyes blazing. "I AM NOT! I AM NOT AND—" Before she could finish, Yuvaa suddenly leaned in and pressed a quick kiss on her cheek. "You are. Until our last breath, you’re mine." And with that, he bolted, knowing full well that if he stayed, he'd be dead meat. Fourteen Years Later A scream shattered the silence. "Please leave me alone! Please don’t do this to me… I beg you… please!!!" Yuvaa’s eyes shot open. That voice—he knew it instantly. "Yadhana." Heart pounding, he rushed toward her. She was curled up in the corner, trembling, tears streaming down her face. When he placed a hand on her shoulder, she recoiled violently. "Yadhana, what’s wrong?" he asked gently. "Please… don’t touch me… I beg you," she sobbed, her voice raw with terror. A lump formed in his throat. What happened to you, Yaad? "It’s me, Yuvaa," he whispered, tilting her chin to meet his gaze. But as soon as he said her name, her expression twisted in anguish. "Don’t call me that name!" she snapped. "Yaad—" "DON’T!!! CALL!!! ME!!! BY!!! THAT!!! NAME!!!" she screamed, her body shaking violently. Yuvaa flinched but nodded. "Alright… I won’t." She clung to him suddenly, sobbing into his chest. "Please don’t leave me with him, Pa… I’m scared… I don’t want to be with him… please don’t leave me…" Pain stabbed through his heart. He held her tighter. "I won’t leave you, Yadhana. I promise." But just as quickly, she shoved him away. "No… no… you’re lying! You’re going to leave me with him!" she cried, eyes darting around in panic. "Yaad, what are you—" "DON’T CALL ME BY THAT NAME!" she shrieked again, her voice hollow, broken. Yuvaa inhaled sharply. "Okay… okay… just breathe, Yadhana." She turned to him then, her gaze sharp and piercing. "Don’t come near me, Pa. I’m not the Yadhana you once knew. I’ve become a monster… I’m no longer the girl you remember." Without hesitation, he pulled her into his arms again. "None of that matters to me. You are not a monster, Yadhana. You’re an angel. No matter what you’ve been through, you’re still you." Tears glistened in her eyes. "You’re lying…" she whispered. He answered with a kiss. For the first time in years, she stilled. As sleep finally took over, Yuvaa gently laid her on the bed, brushing a few stray strands of hair from her face. He pulled a chair beside her, his fingers lightly running through her hair as he watched over her. His jaw tightened. Who hurt you, Yadhana? Why are you carrying this pain alone? Memories of the past flashed in his mind—the day her own sister slapped her, the silent suffering in her eyes, the wounds she never spoke of. He clenched his fists. If you won’t tell me… I swear, I’ll find out myself. And when I do, I won’t let them get away with it. Yuvaa exhaled sharply, his resolve hardening. "I don’t care who they are—family or not. No one will ever hurt you again. Not while I’m here." Leaning closer, he whispered softly, "I swear, my angel… I will protect you. Always."

Born not out of love, but as a tool—a mere vessel to sustain her elder sister—Elyria was never treated as a daughter, let alone a human being. From infancy, she endured an existence dictated by the will of her family, their hands cold and unrelenting as they siphoned her life away piece by piece. Every cut, every transfusion, every forced surgery stole a part of her, leaving behind nothing but an empty shell. The physical pain was unbearable, but the emotional wounds ran deeper. No one comforted her. No one whispered words of kindness. She was nothing but a living sacrifice. But when her usefulness as a donor dwindled, her parents found another way to exploit her. She was thrust into a life of horror—paraded like a doll for depraved men, her body no longer hers to protect. When she refused, she was thrown into a demonic underground circus, forced to perform in grotesque spectacles that twisted her very soul. Pain was once unbearable, but over time, her mind numbed itself to survive. She stopped feeling. Stopped resisting. Stopped being human. Yet, their cruelty knew no bounds. When she was of no more use, they discarded her entirely—putting her on auction like a mere object, waiting to be bought by the highest bidder. That was the day she met Veylan Blackthorne. A man of wealth and power, but unlike the monsters bidding for her, he didn’t see her as a possession. Instead, he was fascinated—haunted—by the emptiness in her eyes, the way she seemed to drift between life and death. And so, without hesitation, he bought her. Not as a slave. Not as a toy. But as a soul in need of salvation. Thus began the battle neither of them expected. Veylan struggled to break the chains around her, but Elyria was beyond saving—or so she believed. Night after night, she was tormented by the demons of her past, and as the shadows clawed at her mind, something inside her twisted. She stopped seeing people as people. Her hands, once trembling and weak, became steady. Her heart, once capable of fear, grew cold. And when she killed for the first time, she felt nothing. It started slow, a quiet unraveling—then bloodshed followed. No one who had ever hurt her was safe. The world that tormented her would burn, and she would be the one to set the fire. Yet, through it all, Veylan stayed by her side. He didn’t fear the monster she was becoming, nor did he recoil at the darkness in her eyes. Instead, he reached deeper—pulling her back, inch by inch, from the abyss. But healing was never easy. Therapy, nightmares, relapses—she was still broken, still haunted. Yet, for the first time, she was no longer alone. And when the time came for revenge, Veylan didn’t stop her. He stood by her side, helping her destroy the ones who had made her suffer. When the blood had dried and the screams had faded, Elyria was free. Truly free. And in that freedom, she chose him. Their wedding was not a fairytale, nor was their love story soft and sweet. It was born from the ashes of suffering, tempered by battle, and strengthened by survival. Even as her demons lingered, she found light. For the first time in her life, she was not just living—she was alive. And with Veylan, she would continue to walk forward, no longer a shattered doll—but a woman reclaiming her own destiny.

In a reality where fate governs all, one being was never meant to wake. Severence was a name long lost to time, a figure buried so deep in history that even the gods dared not speak of him. Yet, despite their efforts, he has awakened. Not by fate. Not by design. But by something else. He remembers everything. The battles he fought. The gods he defied. The moment he took up The Unmaking, a weapon that does not kill but erases. The war that should have ended with his existence vanishing forever. And yet, here he stands once more. Whole. Alive. Awake. But he does not know why. Cast adrift in a multiverse of endless worlds—where heroes wage war, where gods weave their schemes, where titans clash and destinies are written—Severence searches for an answer. Every world recoils at his presence. Every being, mortal or divine, whispers his name in terror. Every force in existence seems desperate to deny him the truth. Something woke him. Something brought him back. But why? From the burning battlefields of the Holy Grail War to the war-torn realms of gods and monsters, from futuristic dystopias to cosmic battlegrounds—Severence walks the path beyond fate, seeking the answer hidden even from him. And with each world, the whispers grow louder. "He has awakened." "The blade that unmakes walks once more." "Even the gods cannot escape its cut." Severence simply tightens his grip on The Unmaking. Let the gods tremble. Let the universes break. He will carve his own path—until he finds the truth. A/N:**The art used for the cover is AI generated.** A/N:**All other characters except the OG belong to their respective creators.** **This is a fanfic**

In the year 2050, a new penal system has been implemented due to the rise of violence and crimes. The Tower of Sins is a monumental prison complex with seven heavily fortified floors. Each floor, themed after one of the seven deadly sins, presents grueling psychological, physical, and moral challenges tailored to the sins it represents. The prisoners must climb the tower to the top floor to have a parole and achieve freedom. Kyle de Guzman, a young man who took justice into his own hands after the brutal assault of his only sister, is convicted of murder and sentenced to the Tower of Sins. Adding to his torment, Kyle must climb the tower - to stay alive and see his sister again.

"You're coming to my tent tonight." One. And you can't tell anyone where you're going. You'll undress. And you will wait for me. Penny recoiled with a start. She stared at the High Inquisitor in disbelief, looking for signs of falsehood in his face. "They say that fallen angels are like poison. I will take this poison and make my antidote out of it. I will feed my passion with you, and it will subside. If you refuse, I'll feed you to demons or leave you to vampires. If you try to escape, I'll punish you," the High Inquisitor said, making no attempt to touch Penny again. "Nod if you understand. Watch out! Very hot :)

Ray's world narrowed to the searing pain as the whip cracked against his back. He sat in the darkness of his jail cell, hands tied together with heavy chains. His older brother, fueled by rage, stood over him, the whip raised for another strike. "You're useless, Ray!" his brother spat. "If you hadn't been born, I wouldn't have lost the Battle of Terrestria! You're a curse, a plague on our family!" Ray's mind recoiled in confusion. What was his brother talking about? He hadn't even been there... wherever "there" was. He didn't know what the Battle of Terrestria was or why it mattered. The only thing he knew was pain. As the whip cracked again, Ray's thoughts dissolved into a haze of agony and hatred. He was consumed by a burning desire for revenge against those who wronged him. Against his family, who treated him like trash. Against the world, which seemed determined to crush him. But Ray's story is far from over. As he found an ancient, mysterious tome hidden away in the depths of his prison. The book's yellowed pages held secrets that would change Ray's fate forever. As he dives into the book, he may be dragged on a path to ruin or greatness... a path that would lead him to be a teacher, a conqueror, a leader, a general, a soldier, a protector... a path that will make him the most sought-after man in the entire... well, we'll get to that later

"Who are you?" "I am your husband." "No, my husband hates me to the point that he hasn't slept in the same bed as me for years. He avoids me, recoils at my touch, and finds every excuse to stay away. But you... you show me love and affection. You are not the man I married."

In the depths of a primeval forest, where ancient trees twisted towards the sky like skeletal fingers, their gnarled branches tangled in a canopy of darkness. An impenetrable darkness, an unearthly silence reigned like a velvet cloak, gently suffocating all that breathed, trembled, or stirred within its grasp, like a psychopath predator. The air was heavy with the scent of damp earth and decaying leaves, and the only sound was the soft, mournful rustle of leaves, as a chorus of whispers, shrouding the landscape in an eternal, spine-tingling twilight. The darkness suddenly trembled, a slow, bone-chilling glow began to seep from the shadows, casting an ethereal luminescence across the forest floor. The soft, pulsing light grew in intensity, illuminating the source of the glow; a girl with a kind of beauty that transcended the natural, whose presence seemed to command the very air around her. Her eyes, akin to a pair of golden flames, burned with an inner fire, and her hair shimmered with an otherworldly radiance, each flowing strand crackling with raw energy, as if the moon itself had descended to earth. Yet, despite her captivating beauty, an aura of terrifying power emanated from her being, making the trees seem to shudder and the shadows recoil in fear. .... In a world where the natural and supernatural coexist, One of the kingdoms ruled by humans, Eldoria, stood as a beacon of ultimate power and magic. Ruled by its charming and wise King, King Aaron. The kingdom is a delicate balance of human and supernatural forces, for the king's four wives—a vampire, a werewolf, a witch, and a human—add to the complexity of its politics. Brittany, the last child of King Aaron, is a kind-hearted and gentle soul. Despite being half-sister to eight powerful siblings, each possessing extraordinary abilities. She seems to lack the one thing that would make her truly special. Her enchanting amber-bluish hazel eyes and long silky brunette hair set her apart from her siblings' striking appearance. Constantly bullied by her sisters, Brittany's world is one of fear and uncertainty. But Brittany's life is about to take a drastic turn. The original facade of her life shattered on a single pivotal day. She begins to undergo transformations, signaling the emergence of powers she never knew she possessed. The air around her crackles with transcendenal electricity, and her senses come alive with an otherworldly intensity. When darkness arises, threatening the kingdom, could her newfound strength becomes the key to their survival or will history repeat itself? She must navigate a treacherous path, facing malevolent forces, uncovering hidden truths about her heritage; every step is a battle for survival. But will she be able to control the primal power rising within her, or will it consume her and her loved ones completely? ««« This book is divided into certain series including; -Burns Eternal. -Bounded by Flames. - Flames From The Past. »»» This is a book I write in my spare time, so expect limited uploads. As always, the author is open to hear your thoughts, so do not forget to vote and leave your sincere reviews. Midsummer07.

Jacques Albert, the cool kid from high school had lived most of his life in solitude. He found company only when he is with a game pad tapping away his game characters to victory. Along the line, Jacq's friend Karl indirectly made him popular among the boys when he invited him over to the skate park to have fun. He ran into a sort of trouble with a skate gang and the only way to redeem himself is to beat Cyrax, the best gamer in the area in a 1v1... "... But do you know what else I can do? Jacq went on like he hadn't been interrupted. "... I CAN GAME." He gained a little popularity after then but suddenly, his life took a whole new turn. He was kidnapped by a secret corporation that deals with an advanced futuristic technology... The commander of the Corp was his classroom crush from high school, Cassie. He found out the reason for his kidnap later on, and in another wild turn of events, Cassie planned his escape when her father wanted to have them killed. Their adventitious run from the soldiers led him to the source of the advanced technology the Corp operates on. By accident, he suffered a deadly blast from the when he got close to the Blue Orb. He died... Then, rose back to life again mysteriously. But a strange system followed him back to his present life. With the system came serious responsibilities, as he has to use to system to solve his many mysteries and overcome his many obstacles. Will he be able to master this Strange System and survive the dangers that lurk in the shadows?

Emmie’s heart pounded as the figure rose from the shadows, thicker and grayer than before—a far more earthbound and sinister version of the one he thought he’d conquered. The sparkling light from the crystals above seemed to be sucked away, leaving a suffocating emptiness. Even the sound of his friends’ breaths around him grew faint, their voices—one of concern, another of reassurance—muffled echoes through the cavern behind him. Yet he knew he had to press forward, deeper into the darkness, and face this alone. For now. The figure stepped closer, slow and deliberate, its glowing eyes radiating an icy malevolence. “You think you’ve overcome your fears?” it hissed, its voice sharp and grating. “That was nothing. I am the fog inside you—the one you ignore, the one that carves at you.” Emmie swallowed hard, forcing himself upright despite the shaking in his legs. “I’m not afraid of you,” he said, summoning courage he didn’t fully feel. “I’ve come too far to turn back.” The figure’s laughter crawled down his spine. “Brave, so brave… but so foolish. You’ve barely begun to uncover the truths buried in your soul. Your doubts, your regrets, your anger—they feed me.” For a moment, Emmie faltered. The words clawed at wounds he’d tried to ignore, stirring his doubts: Could he truly protect his friends? Were his choices enough? The darkness seemed to press closer, suffocating him with its weight. But then he remembered Mira’s voice, full of faith. He thought of Amara’s bright laughter and Cory’s unwavering support. They had believed in him when he couldn’t believe in himself. “Maybe I do doubt,” Emmie admitted, meeting the figure’s glowing gaze. “But those doubts don’t define me. My friends believe in me, and I believe in myself.” The figure’s eyes narrowed, frustration flickering within. “Conviction alone won’t save you,” it hissed. “Your friends are far, and here, it’s just you and me.” It raised its arm, and the shadows coiled into smoky tendrils, striking toward him. Emmie dodged just in time as they slammed into the ground, shattering the stone and sending shards flying. His heart raced, his footing unsteady, but he pushed himself upright. A faint light flickered in his hand—small but wholly his. The figure laughed, mocking him. “Is that all? A tiny flicker? Pathetic.” Emmie clenched his jaw. “It’s enough,” he said. “This light is everything I fought for, everything I believe in.” The figure snarled, and the darkness surged again, crashing against Emmie’s light. Straining against the tide, he closed his eyes and steadied his breathing. He thought of his friends, their unwavering faith, and his purpose. The light steadied, burning brighter. At that moment, he heard their voices—Mira, Amara, and Cory—calling to him. The sound reignited his resolve. As their light joined his, the shadow recoiled, its form shattering under their combined strength. The figure’s voice echoed as it faded: “This isn’t over, Emmie. This is just the beginning.” Emmie stood firm, unwavering. “I’ll be ready. Let’s finish this.”

In a world where magic thrives and shadows linger, Changra Leville is a boy haunted by a fractured past. One moment, he’s navigating the mundane struggles of high school; the next, he’s thrust into a realm teetering on the edge of ruin. Armed with a mysterious crimson dagger that feeds on his emotions, Changra must confront a destiny he never asked for—one that could bring salvation or destruction. As whispers of forgotten gods and ancient prophecies surface, Changra discovers that the greatest battles are not always fought with steel, but within the heart. Will he rise to the challenge or be consumed by the darkness he fears most? Changra blinked as a small, green, fox-like creature with caterpillar legs padded toward him, its glowing tongue flicking the air. “What... even are you?” Changra asked, leaning back cautiously as it let out a melodic chirp. The creature tilted its head and chirped again, louder this time. It darted forward, brushing against his leg. “Okay, no. Boundaries! Haven’t you ever heard of personal space?” Changra yelped, stumbling back and nearly tripping over a glowing mushroom. The creature trilled happily, circling him with what seemed like the world's most confident caterpillar swagger. Changra sighed, rubbing his temples. Great. I’ve been here for less than a day, and I’m already the unofficial babysitter for alien fox bugs. Author's Note: Hi! This is going to be my first ever WebNovel. I'll take any suggestions, and eventually, I'll create a discord that everyone can chat up in and give ideas as the story goes on. This is a work of fiction that draws upon the idea of transportation into another world. This is a completely original story, with completely original characters. Chapters Released Every Other Day! (At the moment)

Excerpt* As Cian removed his jacket, revealing a serpent-like tattoo on his chest, a chill ran down her spine. “Who sent you?” she asked, her voice quivering as she clutched the sheets tightly around her. Cian smirked, “Which insignificant creature would dare to command me?” Confused, she glanced at the doors, praying for someone to walk in and save her from this dangerous stranger. “Then why are you here?” she managed to ask, her heart pounding in her chest. Cian casually tossed his jacket onto the nearest chair, revealing his muscular chest and the glowing, serpent-like tattoo that coiled around it. “For you, sweetheart,” he replied, his voice deep and seductive. She stared into his piercing, emerald-green eyes, awed by their luminescence. They seemed to pierce right through her, illuminating her heart and igniting a fire within her that she couldn’t quite extinguish. As Cian moved closer, he bent down to look her directly in the eyes, his gaze penetrating. “Marry me,” he whispered, his voice low and dangerous. She recoiled in horror, pushing his hand away as she tried to back away from him. “Pardon me, my Lord, but I must refuse your offer,” she said, her voice shaking with fear. Cian let out a low, sinister laugh as he pulled off his shirt, revealing the full extent of the tattoo that seemed to writhe and twist on his skin. He crawled onto the bed, pinning her down as he loomed over her. She struggled against him, trying to break free from his grip, but he was too strong. He leaned in close, his breath hot against her skin as he whispered, “Sweetheart, what is mine is mine, and what is yours is mine.” “She froze, her heart racing as she realized the danger she was in and how ridiculously aroused she was getting. Cian, with his piercing gaze and devilish grin, knew exactly what he was doing.

[A True Life Story in Fiction] Yetunde, an orphan was fortunate to meet Segun the bonfire son of a former Minister of the Federal Republic of Nigeria. A highly notable, notorious, respected, prominent, wealthy politician based in the ancient city of Ibadan. The unserious love-affairs that transparent between Segun and Yetunde became a reality eventually. The desperate lad of rich politician trickily trapped Yetunde in love and deveined her on the first day of visitation as guest with a ticket for regrets. Meanwhile, Segun’s father could not hold back his passionate affection for Yetunde, a pretty innocent undergraduate in one of the foremost Nigeria University. A good breeding is not pursuable. Yetunde was raped by Segun’s father with the promise of inflicting care if the secret could be a sealed deal forever! What a great taboo and heinous crime? Both the father and son are eating inside the same soup pot of love unknowingly. Unfortunately, Yetunde got pregnant by the politician but the bargain hooked Segun to be held responsible instead. Eventually, Yetunde gave birth to Junior for Segun that resembled the father in-law like a duplicate. Thereafter, she was dashed with #100 Million Naira cash-gifts for hiding the truth against all odds and suspicions. Meanwhile, if the garments on masquerade caught fire; face of the image inside will be identified. Although it may take time, the photographer will one day present the picture of captured images taken with the camera! For how long will The Sealed Secret remain intact and unexposed as promised by Yetunde? When the forest of terror is set-ablaze; lion must not stay inside the den as the king. Really, you are about to unveil one of the most complicated life experience. How Yetunde kept the solemn promise is the pad upon which the tale in The Sealed Secret rests.

Third person POV Chapter 1: Moonlight and Shadows Diana Black's eyes fluttered open, her heart racing as she gasped for air. She was drenched in sweat, her sheets tangled around her legs. It was just a dream, she told herself, trying to calm her racing thoughts. But the memory of the dream lingered, refusing to be shaken. In the dream, she was running, her feet pounding the earth as she desperately tried to escape. A figure loomed behind her, its presence dark and menacing. Diana's mind replayed the images, her senses still reeling from the fear that had gripped her. Who was the person chasing her? And why did she feel like she was being pulled toward them, despite the terror that filled her heart? As she sat up in bed, her eyes scanning the darkened room, Diana couldn't shake the feeling that the dream was more than just a product of her imagination. It felt like a warning, a message from her subconscious that something was coming, something that would change her life forever. She threw off the covers and got out of bed, padding over to the window to gaze out at the night. The moon cast its silvery glow over the city, illuminating the towering skyscrapers and casting long shadows across the streets. Diana felt a shiver run down her spine as she gazed out at the moonlit landscape. She loved the night, loved the way the shadows seemed to come alive in the darkness. But tonight, the shadows seemed to hold a sinister presence, as if they were watching her, waiting for her to make a move. With a sense of unease, Diana turned away from the window and began to get ready for her shift at the café. She tried to push the dream and its lingering fear to the back of her mind, but she couldn't shake the feeling that something was off, that the night held secrets and dangers that she couldn't even begin to imagine. With a sense of unease, Diana turned away from the window and began to get ready for her shift at the café. She tried to push the dream and its lingering fear to the back of her mind, but she couldn't shake the feeling that something was off, that the night held secrets and dangers that she couldn't even begin to imagine. As she grabbed her bag and headed out the door, Diana felt a sudden chill run down her spine. She spun around, but there was no one there. The hallway was empty, the only sound the creaking of the old building. Diana's heart was racing as she turned to leave, but her feet felt rooted to the spot. And then, she saw it. A piece of paper on the floor, with a message scrawled in red ink: "They're coming for you." Diana's blood ran cold as she stared at the message, her mind reeling with questions. Who was coming for her? And why?

In the swirling mists of the Forgotten Vale, where time and fate unravel in shadowed threads, destiny awakens in a harrowing collision of light and darkness. Shadow of Destiny, the evocative prelude to The Obsidian Veil, lures readers into a world of fractured realities, ancient prophecies, and forbidden power. At the pinnacle of the ominous Temple of Hidden Truths, the Oracle Thanatos—once the most gifted seer—wrestles with the chaotic echoes of fractured futures. Within his Chamber of Infinite Reflections, suspended mirrors shimmer with possibilities, yet one vision defies all order: a young man whose fiery eyes blaze with raw, untamed energy, destined to reshape or shatter existence itself. Far from the temple’s ominous spires lies Kyreth’s Rest, a tranquil village oblivious to its looming fate. On the day of the Awakening Ceremony, where youths summon their spiritual echoes to define their destiny, Axen—a misfit burdened by fiery red eyes and self-doubt—steps forward to find only rejection. But his failure births a cataclysmic moment: the Crystal of Awakening shatters, unleashing Havoc, a primal wolf of obsidian and shadow. Together, Axen and Havoc form an unlikely bond, their connection a spark of power older than the stars. As corrupted specters descend on the village, Axen must embrace his newfound strength, battling alongside Havoc to protect those who once doubted him. But this triumph is not without consequence. The villagers recoil from the darkness he wields, and whispers of ancient prophecies hint at a terrible truth: the mark Axen bears is not a symbol of salvation but an omen of chaos. In a tale woven with betrayal and redemption, Axen’s journey will pit him against friends turned foes, test his bond with Havoc, and reveal the chilling cost of wielding forbidden power. When the light of hope falters and the shadows rise, the question remains: will Axen stand as the savior of a broken world—or its destroyer? Gripping, beautifully dark, and teeming with intrigue, Shadow of Destiny is a mesmerizing entry into the Obsidian Veil saga, promising readers an unforgettable journey through the fragile balance of fate and free will. In the swirling mists of the Forgotten Vale, where time and fate unravel in shadowed threads, destiny awakens in a harrowing collision of light and darkness. Shadow of Destiny, the evocative prelude to The Obsidian Veil, lures readers into a world of fractured realities, ancient prophecies, and forbidden power. At the pinnacle of the ominous Temple of Hidden Truths, the Oracle Thanatos—once the most gifted seer—wrestles with the chaotic echoes of fractured futures. Within his Chamber of Infinite Reflections, suspended mirrors shimmer with possibilities, yet one vision defies all order: a young man whose fiery eyes blaze with raw, untamed energy, destined to reshape or shatter existence itself. Far from the temple’s ominous spires lies Kyreth’s Rest, a tranquil village oblivious to its looming fate. On the day of the Awakening Ceremony, where youths summon their spiritual echoes to define their destiny, Axen—a misfit burdened by fiery red eyes and self-doubt—steps forward to find only rejection. But his failure births a cataclysmic moment: the Crystal of Awakening shatters, unleashing Havoc, a primal wolf of obsidian and shadow. Together, Axen and Havoc form an unlikely bond, their connection a spark of power older than the stars. As corrupted specters descend on the village, Axen must embrace his newfound strength, battling alongside Havoc to protect those who once doubted him. But this triumph is not without consequence. The villagers recoil from the darkness he wields, and whispers of ancient prophecies hint at a terrible truth: the mark Axen bears is not a symbol of salvation but an omen of chaos.

This is a very cute and adorable and heartwarming story, when you accidentally hit rock bottom, you think the whole world is eclipsed, only to realize that it was all just padding and the brightest light is on its way to illuminate you. The heroine is an actress who's been snowed under for four years, the hero is a popular movie star who is as popular as the day is long, the two interact adorably, and the supporting characters are adorable.

Jan-Hendrik van Aswegen is an aimless twenty-two year old who moves from Cape Town to the big city of Johannesburg in search of a new life. Failing to get a job or a purpose, he decides to sell drugs with high school best friend Joseph. The two start a drug empire and become some of the most wanted criminals in the country, drawing attention from law enforcement and rival drug lords. Follow Jan-Hendrik and Joseph as they climb up the ladders of crime, battling against corrupt police officers and Nigerian gangsters in the process. As well as try to survive in an environment where human life is cheap. A tale of survival, betrayal, revenge, power, greed and heartbreak. "Toe dit wel gebeur en voldoende goudertsreserwes ontdek is, was die voortbestaan van die Goudstad verseker." "That's just how it goes, my brother. It's survival of the fittest out here. Dis 'n leeuwereld hierdie, tjom!" - Joseph "Ek ry al die pad na die goudstad toe, maar ek kom nooit daar uit nie. Vir een of ander rede, is dit okei by my." - Jan-Hendrik

Five years ago, Liu Duoduo took on the role of a caretaker for an injured man without giving it much thought, enticed by the generous pay to pay for her tuition. Little did she know that she would eventually fall in love with her boss, despite his warning: "Never fall in love with me." There relationship had improved till, One cold night, the intoxicated man stumbled into her room, but she didn't mind and welcomed him happily. The next day, he compensated her and asked her to leave. Three months later, Liu Duoduo discovered that she was pregnant with her ex-boss's child,the man she had fallen in love with. However, she decided to raise the child on her own without informing him. Five years later Excerpt "I don’t what a brother or sister..I only want me" "That won’t do..besides it’s not up to you..I want a cute Cotten padded jacket too.”he replied "Why..we’re the perfect triangle not square, no brothers or sister allowed daddy." "Triangle Huh..might as well as make it a football team." Liu Duoduo watch them bicker back and forth, football team? when did she become a breeding cow. Having struggled to raise her son alone, Liu Duoduo returns to give her child a complete family. But things are not as easy as it seems, when she has to deal his troubling mother and her mysterious family background, the situation gets tougher when she’s framed with a murder. Please don’t forget to send your love to my other works. My Darling CEO Is An Insomniac. Thank you for your support!

A Yandere story that has a gamer/rpg/whatever system. The Yandere comes later on. Ps- You can give me criticism if you want, as long as it doesn’t cross the line. I’ll be fine with that and also this story or novel will be a crack fic. Don’t take it to seriously btw. Updates are random since I mostly going to be on watt-pad. FanFiction.Net and Webnovel are use to take a break and refresh my mind, and sometimes giving me ideas and such. I’m planning on working on a story on FanFiction.Net but that’s on hold, but anyways updates on this story could be random or weekly. Depending if I’m in the mood to write.

Synopsis: In a world where magic and wonder intertwine, Strawberry Shortcake awakens in an enchanted land, her previous life a distant memory. With a heart full of sweetness and hands that can conjure candy-based miracles, she begins a journey through a magical forest, forging unlikely alliances and discovering her extraordinary powers. Yet, as she strives to bring light to a realm overshadowed by dark sorcery, a shadow from her past lingers, haunting her every step. Strawberry’s new life seems perfect, but why does she recoil at the sight of blood? What unspeakable act from her past causes her to shun the very idea of killing, even when faced with dire threats? As she builds her kingdom and gains the trust of powerful allies, her dark secret remains locked away, a constant reminder of her inner torment. Will Strawberry conquer her fears and embrace her destiny, or will her hidden past unravel the sweetness she’s fought so hard to create? Is it possible to truly escape the shadows of our past, or are they destined to shape our future?

At the age of twelve, after Yuexin accidentally fell into the pond while feeding the fish, she learned one thing. Her parents were not her biological parents, and her five older brothers were also not her biological siblings. She was a fake daughter of the Shen family! Destined to lose everything she had, Yuexin directly... laid down. If she was doomed to lose everything, why not enjoy life while she still could? "Brother, is managing a company fun? Let me try," Yuexin asked. She wanted to give it a shot while she was still a daughter of the Shen family. She wouldn't have an opportunity like this in the future. "Brother, is acting fun? Let me try." What? Could someone earn money by acting as a dead person? She had to hold this job down! "Brother, is this gun real? Let me play with it." The gun wasn't too bad, but the recoil force was too strong. She needed to try a smaller gun next time. "Brother, will your professor get mad if I go to your research center?" The professor was so handsome! "Brother, this medicine smells good. Let me try..." It's delicious! However, her head felt a little itchy. Was her brain growing in size? On the day the real daughter returned, Yuexin's five older brothers defended her. "Yue, can we keep her? She isn't particularly bright. It's dangerous for her to be out there on her own." The real daughter sneered. She really is a cunning woman. Later, she realized that Yuexin really wasn't that bright at all! Forget it. She can stay...

Wakening to the song of summer rain a maiden with not a memory to her name finds herself in world that feels familiar. Through solving mundane but very real problems for her new neighbours and a political mess she unintentionally becomes the answer to she rises to the top. If only she hadn’t fallen so hard and ended up back where she started, on a giant lily pad floating upon the glass like ocean. This time though there will be no rescue to wait for only her own death, a death she hopes will come quickly so she can finally rest… If only the damn voices in her head would shut up.

"You can't let her live, she can create more hybrids." Silas nods at him "I know."Silas answered, and I flinched. My entire body recoiled. His Jaw tightened. Hands trembling, I scuttled backwards for the door, unable to look away from the glaze of hurt on his face. "I'm sorry," I whisper and I wasn't sure why I was even apologising. I turned around, blindly staggering out the door into the cold. Picking up my foot, I started running. Running as fast as my feet could take me. He wanted to kill me, a ragged sob left me. Running further into the trees, everything that happened between us was forgotten....... There was no warning, no sound, nothing. An arm circle around my waist catching me, I shrieked as my feet slipped out from under me. My feet dangle in the air. I knew who it was before he even spoke. Rage feels all this because of who I was. I punched at his back as he throws us into the snow. "Don't ever run from us." He growled, yanking my hair back. His eyes were fully black and fangs out, then he struck. His two fangs ripping into my skin, pain lanced my neck, causing my entire body to jerk. The burn travelled all the way through my body, this was a different feeling from him feeding. I couldn't move, I was paralysed in his arm. I felt warm liquid entering my body, I shook as it mixed with my blood. I could feel him in my entire system, everything changed. The intense hurting became something else, something overwhelming in an entirely different way. A new ache flared inside me, heating my blood until it felt like every part of me was filling with molten lava. He wasn't killing me, he was marking me The world where humans have been gone for years. Were werewolves, witches and demons rules. Lyanna snow was found in the woods by a farmer, taking the little girl back to his village with shock. How a human come to find herself in their woods. Deciding to let her live her life with them, one human in the midst of werewolves. King Silas has ruled over the witches, demons and werewolves for hundreds of years as the last of the Lycan. For years the same nightmare has hunted his sleep, the moon goddess calls for him, warning him. He sees the world he fought for turning into nothing but ashes at the hands of a woman. King Silas goes on the hunt for the witch, town to town not leaving any stone unturned. *Warning* 18+