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She's gonna kill the instructor, Alpha," Talon had said. "Or herself. Or both. There's no telling with that one. The sex ed teacher made her do diagrams today." Apparently, the instructor was relentless. No subtlety. No metaphors. No poetic euphemisms. Nope. Just hard, anatomical facts and brutally graphic expectations. And Luna? Poor, brave, deeply mortified Luna? She was dying. Every. Single. Day. Kyllian smirked as he stepped into his quarters. Her scent hit him instantly. He heard a thud upstairs. He climbed the stairs quietly, not wanting to startle her mid-breakdown. At the top, he paused, listening. "…and then she said, if you do not properly stimulate the upper hood of the clitoris—WHAT EVEN IS A CLITORIS HOOD?! Is it a hat? Why does it need a hat?!" Kyllian barely contained his laughter, biting his knuckles as Talon's voice drifted back. "Technically, it's a fold of skin. Like a protective flap." "Oh my GODS, Talon, get out before I break something over your head." There was a loud thwap. Possibly a throw pillow. Kyllian finally entered the room, casual as ever. "Sounds like your education is going well." Luna turned, her eyes wide with righteous fury and embarrassment. "I'm scarred, Kyllian," she hissed. "Mentally. Emotionally. Spiritually." He raised a brow. "That bad, huh?" "She made me draw a penis yesterday." Talon snorted behind her. "It was terrible. Looked like a deformed eggplant." Luna hurled a throw pillow at him. "GET OUT!" Talon darted from the room with a cackle. "So," Kyllian said, lounging back in one of the plush velvet armchairs in the sitting room "What did you learn today that has your knickers in a twist?" Luna, standing in the middle of the room with her arms crossed and a deeply offended look on her face, sighed dramatically. "I learned how to perform oral sex." Kyllian blinked. "I… I beg your pardon?" She tilted her head, sarcasm oozing from every word. "Oral sex, Kyllian. With detail. And a diagram. And a banana." "A banana?" "A banana!" she repeated, throwing her hands in the air. "Like, is that standard procedure?" Kyllian grinned, his amusement growing. "Come on, tell me how she explained it." His tone had shifted less teasing now and more intrigued, though he still wore that maddening smirk. He shifted forward in his seat, elbows resting on his knees. Luna narrowed her eyes at him suspiciously. "Why? So you can laugh at me?" "Absolutely," he said with zero shame. "But mostly because I want to see this banana demonstration for myself." With a dramatic groan, she snatched the nearest banana from the fruit bowl on the coffee table. The irony that it had been sitting right there, mocking her with its yellow smugness, was not lost on her. She held it up with two fingers. "Okay, so first, she said this is the penis…" Kyllian held up a finger. "Wait. Did she call it that?" ***** What happens when a werewolf princess is created for one sole purpose? For revenge against the vampire prince. Princess Luna is artificially mated to Prince Damien. She fights the bond with everything and even agrees to an arranged marriage with Alpha Kyllian. but when her survival depends on a hard choice, the prince chooses to mark her even when it meant it would take him down. Dying and still refused by the werewolf princess, he has to find a way to provide an heir for his people or his uncle Gabriel will turn the entire Blood City upside down if he takes the throne. His people look to him for their own survival but then his only chance of living might be to find his true mate. Will his bond with Luna be able to withstand what fate and politics throw their way?

Xu Nuan, died brutally at the tender age of 20. She was extremely resentful of her death. That b**tard killed her unjustly after her value was drained. She sacrificed her whole life for that person and the results??!!! "Hah, Do you think you can escape?? I will take your very existence to the hell with me" She smirked and with the petrified face of that person she blasted the whole building. When Xu Nuan opened her eyes, she was confused, 'Didn't she die??' But to her surprise she actually transmigrated into novel she read recently. She became an cannon fodder whose space became golden figure for female lead. "Heh, now that I am here let's see how she dares to take this space away" said Xu Nuan as her eyes darkened. So, with the space and system in her hands let's see how Xu Nuan became overpowered boss in last days. ***** Little Theatre ****** Xu Nuan : AHHH, Let me go brother, I am killing this b**tard today!! *Infuriated* Nuan's Brother : *Hands her gun* Here go-ahead sister I am here to back you. *Smirks* Han Chen : F**k, Xu Cheng!! *Cursed at Nuan's Brother* *Looks at Nuan with pleading eyes and tenderly* Baby, Forgive me okay?? I was wrong, I was wrong. Xu Nuan : *Cracks her knuckles* *Throws gun aside* *Smashes her fist towards Han Chen* Han Chen : Damn, that hurts *Cursed under his breath yet holds her in arms* Okay, I am sorry. Forgive me my little ancestor. said in gentle yet helpless tone. Xu Nuan : *Snorts* Humph! Today I forgive if you dare to mock me, you are dead!! Xie Cheng : *Eyes dimmed* What a pity. Han Chen : *Glares at Xu Cheng* ******** Protagonist: Xu Nuan , Han Chen

Shinji Tsukishima "Discipline meets desperation." A 19-year-old Japanese-Filipino cadet, Shinji was in his second year at a military college in Atlanta when the Flu outbreak turned the world into chaos. Trained in tactics and survival, he lost contact with his family in Osaka. With dual hatchets in hand and a relentless drive, Shinji fights not just to survive—but to prove he was ready for war before it began. --- Heidi Volnova "From saving lives to taking them." A recent nursing graduate from Russia, Heidi moved to Canada for a medical internship just two weeks before the world fell apart. Calm under pressure and well-versed in emergency procedures, she quickly adapted to survival. With an AK-47 and a medic’s focus, she balances empathy and efficiency like a field surgeon in a war zone. --- Clyde Rourke "He lost the world, not the fight." A seasoned NYPD officer, Clyde was the definition of grit. He sent his wife and two children on a vacation to the Philippines just days before the Flu swept the States. With no way to reach them, he’s driven by hope and hardened by loss. Twin machetes now act as his badge and baton in a lawless world. --- Miko Tanaka "Accountant by plan, survivor by force." Miko, an 18-year-old full-blooded Japanese freshman studying accountancy in New Jersey, had a simple dream—graduate, get a job, and return to Tokyo. That dream died with society. Resourceful and surprisingly precise, she crafted a homemade bow and wields a rusted katana she found in a collector’s house. She may be quiet, but she’s deadlier than she looks. --- Together, they are the OutCasted—strangers with nothing in common except their will to survive.

Transported to a medieval world, I became Field—a disgraced noble. I learned women here could awaken as "Chosen Maidens"—beautiful and powerful. But before I could celebrate, my cheap father and glamorous stepmother exiled me to a monster-infested wasteland! Worse? This entire empire—no, this entire world—is rotten to the core. Cruel aristocrats, cultists worshipping horrors, unspeakable monstrosities, and conspiracies lurking everywhere... all gunning for me. *Fine. You wanna play dirty?* *I quit being human!* Sister got a fiefdom a hundred times richer? **Loot it!** Brother tending sheep peacefully? **Loot him dry!** Tribes so poor they’ve only got rags? **Straight up snatch their beauties!** Elven Queen: "Where’d my World Tree go?!" Human Emperor: "Beats me!" Demon King: *Muffled sobbing* "My succubi... all gone..." Field: *Cracks knuckles* "What a miserable world. Time to clear this godsforsaken game."

Kenji Tanaka is the new transfer student at Seiryu High, a school ruled by fists and fear. With his average looks and quiet demeanor, everyone dismisses him as another sheep for the slaughter. They see a loser. A nobody. A twig that will snap under the iron boot of the school's hierarchy. They are wrong. Raised in brutal, solitary isolation in the mountains by a mysterious grandfather, Kenji's 'training' was a hellish regimen of survival. He doesn't understand society, girls, or why people flinch when he cracks his knuckles. He also doesn't understand that his 'normal' strength is enough to shatter bone, his 'basic' endurance can outlast a beast, and his very presence carries an aura that makes apex predators tremble. He believes he is weak, a novice who has barely scratched the surface of his grandfather's teachings. But when the wolves of Seiryu High come for the innocent girl in the desk next to him, they don't awaken a sheep. They awaken a monster. A god of combat. A King. This is not a story of a hero. This is the story of a Thug, his rise to absolute power, and the loyal followers and adoring women who are drawn to his terrifying, untamed might. In a world of delinquents, gangsters, and underground fighters, there is only one rule: Don't mess with the quiet kid. Because this King's fists don't know mercy.

꧁༺ £¥$ ༻꧂ "Yes, I've struck gold!" Richard, a middle-aged World Bank analyst turned hobo, encounters a genie—an ancient myth in the modern world. Fallen from glory, he wishes for wealth. Long past his prime, he wishes to regress in time; To the peak of his youth To be armed with knowledge of the future. Cunning, he even wishes the genie free, hoping to gain its favor. Yet the genie grins maniacally as it grants his wish. "F*ck, I've been tricked," he snarls, knuckles bleeding as he realizes where he is. Mundus—a parallel world to Earth, where countless dimensional gates bring both danger and opportunity. A modern-fantasy hybrid world where "Raiders" awaken supernatural abilities to combat threats from these gates. In a world where power outweighs wealth, Richard is rich... but powerless. Endowed with riches as vast as a nation's treasury, he forges his own path—buying what should have been impossible: the power of an Awakened. Here, his wealth becomes his magic as he awakens a unique class: Moneymancer. It seems he has everything figured out. His boundless fortune is enough to challenge fate itself. Yet the genie still grins—an eerie glint in his eyes—as he watches the pawn move across a universal chessboard…

Stellar Fragments: When Steam Meets the Void, Who Will Light the Last Star? The morning mist over Port Belen reeks of rust. Zhou Mingrui never expected a crumpled oilcloth bundle, scavenged from a dockside jump, to tear open a rift to the Astral Plane. But when he unwraps it—a leather-bound book with a seven-pointed star embossed on its cover, its pages swirling with constellations—he feels a primal pull, like the stars themselves are whispering his name. This is 1873, and Port Belen is a city teetering between progress and chaos. Steam engines roar, but the clocks tick backward. Corpses in morgues scribble "Eclipse Prayers." Dockworkers go mad, screaming of a "whale with a thousand eyes." All roads lead to Stellar Fragments, a forbidden text rumored to hold the key to stopping the Astral Leviathan—a colossal entity slumbering in the void, its awakening marked by the "Void Solstice": when seven stars align over Port Belen, and reality itself begins to unravel. "You have the Starwatcher’s mark," says Claire, the scarred astrologer of the Night Owl Society, sliding the book across a creaky oak table. Her brass bracelets clink with constellations. "The last Starwatcher vanished a decade ago, leaving only this warning: When the seven stars kiss the Void, the Leviathan wakes. Only the Starwatcher can anchor reality—by becoming part of the stars themselves." But Zhou is no hero. Just a grad student of 19th-century occultism, now trapped in a game of cosmic stakes: A steam-powered astrolabe explodes in his hands, its needle pointing to "Void." A noble heiress’s "spirit pigeons" grow feverish, pecking at the sky where the Leviathan’s "void eyes" glow. The city’s Eclipse Value—measuring the breach between worlds—creeps up: 0.01%, 0.03%, 0.05%... In the flickering light of an old church basement, the Night Owl Society gathers. Seven "Astral Artifacts" lie scattered: a moonstone gear humming with pale light, a cracked whistle that silences mad machinery, a pocket watch frozen mid-tick… Five more remain. Without them, the Leviathan’s shadow will consume Port Belen. But Stellar Fragments holds a final, blood-chilling clue: "To bind the stars, the Starwatcher must bleed." That night, the Leviathan rises. Its gargantuan form breaches the mist, scales glinting with countless eyes, each one staring at Zhou Mingrui—and the book clutched in his hands. He grips Stellar Fragments, recalling his professor’s words: "Occultism isn’t about controlling the cosmos. It’s about finding light in the dark." Now, with nothing but flesh and starlight as his weapons, Zhou must decide: Will he become a star to stop the void… or be swallowed by it?

Lila Harper, a 26-year-old maid with dreams of becoming a chef, works in the luxurious penthouse of Elliot Voss, a 32-year-old billionaire tech mogul hardened by a past betrayal. What begins as a professional relationship sparks into a forbidden romance when a coffee-spilling mishap leads to late-night kitchen conversations and shared bites of Lila’s homemade focaccia. As their connection deepens—fueled by stolen moments, a lavish charity gala, and Elliot’s unexpected gift of a high-end mixer—Lila grapples with her ambitions and insecurities about fitting into Elliot’s elite world. Complicating matters is Cassandra Leigh, Elliot’s manipulative ex-fiancée, whose reappearance threatens to derail their budding relationship. With Lila’s culinary school dreams on the line and Elliot’s guarded heart thawing, they must navigate societal expectations, personal fears, and external pressures to discover if love can bridge the gap between their worlds.

“Don’t look at me like that,” he murmured, brushing a knuckle over her lower lip. “I’ll forget we’re pretending to be civil and fuck you on this table with your enemies still in the room.” He killed her brother. She married him anyway. Nadya Vasiliev made a deal with the devil—for protection, for power, for her niece’s future. To get close enough to destroy Alexei Romanov—the man who tore her family apart—she created a contract and became his wife. A marriage of revenge, nothing more.  But Alexei is no ordinary enemy. He’s powerful. Controlled. Wickedly seductive. And he knows she’s lying. Nadya is playing the long game—seduction, manipulation, revenge. But the deeper she gets, the more dangerous the game becomes. Her heart wasn’t supposed to be in this. Her body wasn’t supposed to burn for his touch. Everyone knows once you dance with the devil… You either bring him down or fall to your knees. The smut will be smutting. I’m exploring how freaky my brain can get. Gimme ideas and gifts lovelies.

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My name is Lamon Grey, and I was just a deliveryman. That all changed the day I took a shortcut and a brick decided to introduce itself to my head. When I woke up, I had the power of【Prism】—the ability to absorb and reflect the powers of others. Suddenly, my life spiraled out of control. The government wants me in a lab, villains want me dead, and every bounty hunter and rogue superhuman in the city is gunning for me. While running for my life, I stumbled upon a secret space hidden deep beneath the city. It was a gateway. A gateway to another world ruled by a being they call 'God'. And the craziest part? This so-called 'God' has some shady dealings with the top brass in my own world, and somehow, it all ties back to the mysterious disappearance of my parents years ago. Seriously? I'm just a delivery guy! How am I supposed to handle all this? What fate awaits? Dive into Shadow City Of Two Worlds: This Deliveryman is unbelievable! Shatter the conspiracy. Rise above it all.

Reiji Kazama, a 17-year-old delinquent with bruised knuckles and a shattered heart, is known across Mishiro High for his short temper and constant brawls. He doesn’t trust adults, doesn’t care for grades, and his motto is: “The world hits first, so I hit back harder.” But one rainy afternoon, after another fight gone sideways, a woman offers him her umbrella and gently wipes the blood from his cheek. Her kindness is like a foreign language to him. He doesn’t realize she’s his new substitute homeroom teacher—Asuka Minazuki, 26, warm as sunlight, with a soft laugh and a five-year-old daughter named Yume who calls Reiji “Punch-kun.” Thrown into unexpected class dynamics, childish mischief, and late-night heart-to-hearts, Reiji finds himself falling for a woman who’s everything he isn’t—gentle, patient, and full of light. But Sensei has scars of her own. And loving someone like Reiji may bring more pain than peace. Can a boy who only knows how to fight… learn to protect what he loves?

When Earth was suddenly wrapped by a colossal root known as the World Tree, humanity discovered a brutal fantasy realm hidden inside—complete quests, stats and deadly trials. Few failed and returned back to earth. Fewer survived it and proceeded. Ahrie Von Creed, One of the strongest trainees in terms of combat ability ever recorded in history, enters the World Tree ready to blaze through his trial… Unfortunately, his assigned Ent was out on a coffee break. By the time the Ent returns, the trial is nearly over—Ahrie is casually patching himself up with first aid. The Ent blinked at the scene. “Ohhh, a healer!” the Ent said, marking it down without a second thought. Class Assigned: Healer Skill Unlocked: [P.A.I.N.] – Physical Aid Initiated by Neutralization A high-impact healing skill. The stronger the hit, the faster you recover. “You're a healer?” “Yup.” Ahrie cracked his knuckles. “Stay still.” “WAIT, WHA—” “Activating [P.A.I.N.] — Physical Aid Initiated by Neutralization.” “...That doesn't sound like healing—” SMACK! “...HUH?!” “I—I’m healed?!” He’s not holy He’s not gentle. But he will keep you alive— If you can survive the treatment.

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The demon’s roar was a monstrous sound, shaking the rain-soaked streets like an earthquake. Its form twisted and writhing, a grotesque fusion of jagged horns, sinewy muscles, and eyes that burned with ancient hatred. It moved with terrifying speed despite its size, each step cracking the ground beneath like thunderclaps. Kaito felt the familiar rush of adrenaline as the air around him thickened, charged with his wind magic. His grip tightened on his sword, the blade shimmering as swirling gusts danced along its edge. The air whispered to him, bending to his will. “Stay close!” he barked to the others, eyes locking on the demon’s glowing core. That’s the weak spot, he thought. If we hit it, maybe we can end this quickly. Ren laughed—a manic, fierce sound that echoed over the storm. “End it quickly? Where’s the fun in that? Let me add a little fireworks to the party.” His pistols flared, flames licking out like twin dragons unleashed. Haru’s pale eyes flickered as he calculated the demon’s patterns. “Its movements are irregular—unstable. But it’s anticipating our attacks.” He stepped forward, hands weaving through the air, as if pulling invisible strings. “We’ll need to synchronize our strikes.” Daiki’s deep voice rumbled like the earth itself. “Then let’s bring the mountain down on it.” He slammed his fists to the ground, and the earth trembled. Cracks spiderwebbed across the cobblestones, rocks levitating with slow, deliberate power around his knuckles.

In the fog-shrouded, steam-powered metropolis of Aethelburg, a city run on the predictable logic of brass gears and pistons, Julian Locke is a quiet genius. By day, he runs his family's esteemed automata shop in the respectable district of Rosefen Row, known for his almost supernatural ability to repair and improve any mechanical device. But Julian holds two secrets that set him apart from his era: he is a reincarnated engineer from a distant, hyper-advanced future, and he uses this knowledge to walk the city's darkest alleys as The Veilwalker, a mythic vigilante who delivers a brutal justice that the law cannot.

Galaxy Ascendant In a far-future utopia where brilliance—not birthright—opens every door, nineteen-year-old Alex Novar is quietly certain of only two things: his photographic memory and his restless desire to do something that matters. When an elite aptitude test reveals he’s a one-in-a-trillion prodigy with latent psychic potential, Alex is drafted into a dazzling academy that forges the galaxy’s future leaders. Under the watchful mind of Celeste—an AI companion installed directly in his thoughts—Alex hurtles through zero-gravity duels, neural-VR crisis drills and white-knuckle hyperspace jumps, all while learning the hardest lesson of all: power means nothing without purpose. But as he masters telepathic focus and multi-tier navigation, a rogue intellect lurks in the network’s shadows, hijacking nanotech systems and sowing chaos across the stars. Tasked with unmasking the threat, Alex must leap from top cadet to frontline guardian, teaming with a rival-turned-ally, a shy tech savant and his steadfast AI to confront a bitter genius determined to shatter the very meritocracy that discarded him. The showdown will test the limits of Alex’s newly awakened abilities—and his belief that hard work and hope can still light the darkest reaches of space. Blending pulse-pounding action with Sloan-style optimism, Galaxy Ascendant rockets from first-day jitters to interstellar intrigue, leaving readers breathless for the next horizon beyond the final page.

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“What is it?” Sylteena crooked her head as she watched the tall beast before her slowly look away. “Nevermind…” “Nevermind?” She blinked twice. “You are clearly in a bad mood. You have been like this since yesterday evening because of something, how can I not mind—” “I want to do it.” “Do it? Do what?” Sylteena was far too confused about the beast who obviously was acting off throughout the whole day, carrying a somewhat pouty expression. Again, he responded with the long silence he had been snubbing her with since morning. Sylteena was losing patience. “What exactly do you want to do?—” “To make you make those sounds… The ones we heard yesterday at the bar restroom...” Sylteena’s eyes widened. The breeze and trees seemed to have stilled to eavesdrop of their conversation. Sylteena then uttered in disbelief. “Y- You want to make me… M- Moan?…” The beast shielded the side of his face with his large palm. “Do not be so loud about it…” • • • “W- What are you wearing?!” Anthony exclaimed. “A dress, Your Highness,” Sylteena curtsied. Anthony’s eyes skimmed across the deep wide neckline of the silk dress that clung to her figure. His eyelids forgetting how to blink. Did she add weight?… His gaze failed to bear shame as he outlined her figure, thinking to himself… In those specifics places? How come he never noticed... “You can not wear that abomination to the Ball!” His voice was curt and unapologetic. “But, Your Highness, why not—” “No.” He‘d be damned if he let her step out into their Royal carriage in that. Anthony gulped, knowing fully well she might not make it to the Ball with a piece of clothing on by the time the carriage reaches there… His knuckles turn white. • • • In the Sorcerer Kingdom, where magic is the normal way of life and living, Sylteena Benedict, the supposed “Cursed one”, said to be the origin of the kingdoms catastrophes, has her misery of a life takes an abrupt shift when she is selected to marry the crown Prince by divine powers. Unfortunately, her marriage is to the enigmatic Prince Anthony — One who bears a dark secret that is the root of his ruthlessness. As she navigates the treacherous landscape of court politics and family feud, Sylteena discovers a beast in the forest who challenges everything she thought she knew about love and loyalty. Torn between the ruthless prince and the mysterious creature, Sylteena must choose her path and confront the true nature of her heart's desire. - "Where humanity and beasthood blur, love becomes a perilous puzzle."

***“Drakon—” “Say it again,” I growled, biting the lobe of her ear. Her real name for me, the one she’d whispered the night we'd spent together in New Orleans—not “Dragon,” but the Creole curse that meant storm-bringer. She gasped, her hips grinding against me. “Asshole—” I groaned, capturing her mouth once more. The kiss was a match to kerosene, igniting a fire that threatened to consume us both. Her hands fisted in my hair, lips parting with a gasp I swallowed whole, a taste of lemongrass and rebellion. She tasted like rage and every bad decision I’d ever craved—and Dios mío (My God), I was drowning in her. *** --- In the swamp-rotted heart of Alabama, Drucilla Drakes survives by two rules: stay silent, stay scarred, and never let Louise—her Bible-thumping, belt-wielding captor—catch her hoping for more. But when a schoolyard ambush leaves her bleeding under a stranger’s leather jacket, invisibility becomes a death sentence. Enter Dragon Morales, New Orleans’ most notorious runaway—a cartel prince turned outlaw mechanic with gasoline-stained knuckles and a bounty on his head. He doesn’t do heroics; he does survival. But when he finds Dru in a ditch, her back lashed raw and eyes blazing hellfire, he sees a mirror of his own damned soul. And he can’t look away. Their bond is a lit fuse. Dragon’s father—Colombia’s cartel kingpin—wants Dru dead. Louise, armed with voodoo rituals and the wrath of Marinette, the loa who feasts on chaos, wants her broken. The only allies? The Lou Nwa, a bayou biker gang trading in bullets and black magic, and Papa Legba, the crossroads spirit who offers Dru a deal: “Her soul or yours.” But the bayou’s traps are relentless: - Dragon’s father hunts his son with a price on his head. - Big Danni, Dru’s estranged uncle and Lou Nwa leader, demands loyalty as his gang fractures. - Marinette’s magic twists allies into puppets, their strings slick with swamp rot. And then there’s Dragon—hands that mend engines and break bones, lips that taste like whiskey and run. He swears he’s too ruined to love her. Dru knows she’s too shattered to let him. But in the swamp’s choking heat, where bullets sing and loas whisper, desire is a grenade neither one can dodge. As they blaze through the Deep South’s underbelly—cursed bayous, cartel blood feuds, and safehouses reeking of betrayal—they’ll face more than bullets. Dark magic seeps into old wounds. Family secrets unravel like nooses. And the line between protector and predator shatters. Dru doesn’t need saving. She needs fire. And Dragon? He’s got a lighter, a death wish, and a heart that won’t quit beating for her. **Warning:** This is not a fairytale. It’s bayou smoke and switchblade kisses, saints and sinners colliding where the road meets the ruin. Contains graphic violence, explosive passion, and a love story that burns hotter than a Molotov in a meth lab. Will they raze the South to ashes? Or become the sacrifice the crossroads demands?

**Synopsis of "Adventure in the Clouds":** In the midst of a train strike that paralyzes the city, Bko, a 24-year-old with a giant heart and a distinctive smiley face mask, embarks on an unexpected adventure aboard a crowded plane. As passengers struggle with stress and uncertainty, Bko stands out as a beacon of positivity, always willing to lend a helping hand. During the flight, he connects with people from different backgrounds and personalities, sharing laughter, funny stories and homemade cookies. But when unexpected turbulence and a technical glitch threaten the safety of the plane, Bko becomes a true hero. With his infectious optimism, he brings the passengers together, encouraging them to stay calm and support each other. After a successful emergency landing, Bko discovers that his adventure doesn't end at the airport. Seeing new travelers confused, he decides to continue his journey of kindness by helping others find their way home. "Cloud Adventure" is a light and inspiring comedy that reminds us that true adventure lies in small acts of kindness and the ability to make a difference in the lives of others, even in the most unexpected situations.

As Mia drove through the bustling city streets, her heart began to race—not from the traffic, but from the chilling knowledge that a bomb had been planted in her car. The news had come through a frantic message on her phone, a warning from an anonymous source that sent her spiraling into a state of panic. She gripped the steering wheel tightly, her knuckles turning white as she fought to maintain control. With every red light, her dread deepened. She knew that the moment she stopped the car, the bomb would detonate. The thought of leaving her Lysander behind filled her with a profound sense of sorrow. They had so many plans, dreams of a future together that now felt impossibly distant. With trembling hands, she picked up her phone and dialed Lysander’s number. “Mi Amore?” Lysander’s voice came through, laced with concern. “What’s wrong?” Mia smiled sadly, he could always tell when something was bothering her and yet she was going to leave him. “Lysander , I need you to listen to me,” she said, her voice quivering. “ You’re a very great person. I never thought I would find this type of love. I only thought love like this was just a fairytale. But you….you….” Mia paused taking in a deep breath. “Anna? What’s happening? Is something wrong? You’re scaring me.” Tears rolled down her cheeks as she turned her head towards the backseat where the bomb sat. How could she tell this to Lysander? She was going to die and leave him. She was going to leave him alone with the thoughts and dreams they shared. Silence hung heavy on the line, and Anna could almost hear the rapid beating of her heart. “I just found out…… I… I don’t have much time,” she choked out, tears streaming down her cheeks. “I’m so sorry, love. I won’t be able to see you again.” “Don’t say that! We’ll figure this out! Just tell me what’s happening? ” he urged, desperation creeping into his tone. “No, please, just listen. It’s too late now. I love you so much, and I want you to remember that. You’ve made my life so beautiful. I wish I could hold you one last time.” Her voice broke as she fought to keep her composure. “Anna, don’t—” “I have to go, Lysander . Just know that I’m always with you.” With that, she hung up, her heart shattering into a million pieces. She looked at the cliff ahead of her and stepped on the gas, the car racing towards the cliff. ************* In the heart of a bustling college town, twenty-year-old Anna Mia Harper is juggling classes, bills, and a growing sense of despair as an orphan navigating life on her own. Desperate for cash, she stumbles upon a peculiar job listing: a grave cleaner and companion for the dead at the local cemetery, promising a month’s rent for just one night of work. Excited by the prospect, Anna Mia arrives under the eerie glow of the moon, ready to face whatever the night may bring. But when she encounters a mysterious man lounging atop a tombstone—one who bears a striking resemblance to a deceased local legend—her heart races. Is he a ghost, a trick of the light, or something more sinister?

In a world where steam powers cities and monsters walk among men, a dead boy wakes in another's body. Stripped of his past, hunted by shadows, and armed with forbidden magic, he must uncover the truth behind his death—and the system that demands revenge. Beneath the fog-choked cities and brass-filled laboratories, something stirs. A throne waits—not of kings, but of forgotten gods and broken creations. To claim it, Arthur must abandon mercy, unearth his true name, and walk the bloodied path of the nameless. -------------------------------------------------- The content and tone of the first few chapters might seem uncomfortable to you as it's meant to portray the confusion Arthur feels and the stark contrast between the world's. By chapter 7 it'll be completely gone. --------------------------------------------------

Reborn as the Ultimate Tycoon Genre: Urban, System, Revenge, Harem, Slice-of-Life Jack wakes up in his old apartment, the dingy, cramped space that he once called home a decade ago. The familiar musty scent fills the air, and the thin, worn-out mattress creaks beneath him. His heart pounds as he struggles to make sense of what he’s seeing. "This... this is my old apartment?" Jack mutters, running a trembling hand through his unkempt hair. He touches the cold wall, the peeling paint flaking off at his fingertips. His eyes scan the room, landing on the outdated flip phone resting on the small bedside table. "No way..." he whispers. With shaky hands, he flips it open. The date reads April 15th, 2025. "I was killed in 2035. How the hell am I back here?" Memories of his brutal death flood his mind. The betrayal of his wife, the smug grin of Derek as he delivered the final blow, and the cold sensation of his life slipping away. "Derek... Lisa... You bastards!" Jack clenches his fists, his knuckles white with rage. But amidst the fury, a sudden, mechanical voice echoes in his mind. [System Activated: Welcome to the Ultimate Tycoon System v2.0.] Jack’s eyes widen. "System?" [Initializing...] A translucent screen materializes before his eyes, filled with lines of data and digital text. [Mission Activated: Secure a valuable asset that can generate income within 7 days.] [Reward: Beginner’s Business Insight skill.]

In 2024 Los Angeles, twenty‑one‑year‑old programmer and struggling novelist Ethan Cole tests a homemade VR rig in his cramped apartment. A catastrophic malfunction catapults his consciousness back to July 1970—into his own seventeen‑year‑old body. Armed with five decades of technological breakthroughs, blockbuster-story blueprints, and insider knowledge of the entertainment industry, Ethan seizes a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity: to rewrite history. Under the alias “Michael Crichton,” he pens Jurassic Park and The Da Vinci Code before their original authors ever imagined them, funneling the profits into seed capital. With his high‑school friends and a handful of disillusioned engineers, he establishes NeonForge—a visionary startup that fuses the forthcoming innovations of Apple, ARM, and Sony into one retro‑futuristic powerhouse. By day, Ethan dazzles investors with prototypes of personal computers, arcade cabinets, and immersive VR demos decades ahead of their time. By night, he anonymously sells futuristic screenplays that reshape Hollywood’s golden age before it even begins. But prodigious success draws perilous attention. Government agents grow suspicious of NeonForge’s uncanny lead on emerging technologies. Rival entrepreneurs and corporate spies hatch schemes to steal Ethan’s designs. Campus protests over Vietnam-era politics threaten his secret lab hidden beneath the garage. And in the quiet moments, Ethan wrestles with the moral cost of erasing the future he once knew—wondering if the timeline can bear so many paradoxes. When a cryptic message appears on his prototype network—seemingly from another time traveler—Ethan realizes he’s not alone in rewriting history. To protect his fledgling empire and preserve the world he’s building, he must outwit unseen adversaries, master the volatile intersection of tech and culture, and unlock the mystery of the VR accident that shattered time. As NeonForge rises, Ethan teeters on the brink of godlike power: a teenager who commands the future. But the higher he climbs, the more fragile his world becomes. In a race against conspiracies, paradoxes, and his own ambition, Ethan must decide what he’s willing to sacrifice for the chance to become the ultimate 1970 American tycoon—and whether any future is worth forging at the cost of the one he left behind.

Kai Asher, a former engineer with a love for crazy machines, ends up pulled into a magical world — inside his homemade mobile house, a giant six-wheeled ex-military truck. Stuck in a land of magic, monsters, and kingdoms, Kai decides there’s only one thing to do: keep driving. Now, on a wild roadtrip across floating islands, enchanted deserts, and ancient ruins, Kai and his eccentric crew will have to dodge knights, outsmart wizards, fix the truck (a LOT), and maybe… just maybe… save the world. (Or at least not crash too often.)

"Refined Beyond Flesh" follows Elias Thorne, a destitute courier in the industrial cultivation city of Whitebrand. Born without cultivation abilities in a world where power determines worth, Elias lives a desperate existence until a mysterious system implants itself in his mind during a moment of weakness. The "Body & Will Refinement System" subjects Elias to brutal trials that reshape his body through controlled suffering, gradually granting him enhanced physical abilities. After defeating a debt collector in combat, Elias discovers he possesses a dormant bloodline trait called the Mnemonic Meridian, allowing him to absorb and replicate physical movements at an accelerated rate. As Elias begins investigating his newfound abilities, he learns he's descended from the Memory Walkers—an ancient civilization of "mind-thieves and soul-benders" who were hunted to extinction for their ability to extract, store, and transfer memories. Through a recovered memory crystal, Elias discovers that his ancestor, Kaelen Thorne, encoded their civilization's knowledge into their bloodline and issued a cryptic warning about the System not being what it appears. With both the debt collectors' Brass Tiger Sect and a mysterious organization called the Hidden Hand pursuing him, Elias is forced to flee into Whitebrand's underworld, embarking on a journey to understand his awakening abilities and uncover the truth about the System's real purpose.

Ken was nobody. A kid with bruised knuckles, a cracked smile, and dreams too big for his small hands. But fate has a wicked sense of humor. When a forgotten blade of ink and soul awakens in his grasp, Ken is thrust into a storm of blood, brotherhood, betrayal — and a darkness desperate for a new vessel.

When the seventh toll of midnight shuddered through the air, Adam’s knuckles cracked with a sickening pop. He clenched a blood-soaked leather glove between his teeth, watching his irises bleed from amber to feral green in the grimy mirror. This marked his 109th full moon in this alien world—a world where the lycanthropic curse clung to his bones like a parasite, yet still, against all odds, had not devoured the last shreds of his humanity. Three years ago, Adam had been nothing more than a corporate drone in a cubicle, debugging code under fluorescent lights. Everything changed when a subway explosion hurled him through a vortex of flames. He still remembered the surreal moment his hand phased through molten steel, plunging him into a void streaked with violet auroras. When he awoke, he was curled in an iron cage etched with glowing runes, the verdict of his trial echoing in an unfamiliar tongue: “Otherworldly beast—banished to the Evernight Citadel.” The Citadel—a gargantuan fortress suspended above an ocean of clouds—was humanity’s final bulwark against the abyssal horrors below, and a prison for all non-human races. Adam learned to hide the silver wolven markings snaking up his neck beneath scarves, surviving as a black-market peddler in the slums, trading salvaged electronics from his old world. Every full moon, he retreated to a derelict altar in the catacombs’ third layer, chaining himself to a stone sarcophagus. Amid the searing pain of claws rending flesh, visions haunted him: a crown of burning cogs floating at the heart of the cosmos, like a deity’s discarded relic. “That’s the Soul Crown,” rasped One-Eyed Maggie, the fortune-teller, her cigarette smoke curling around Adam’s sketch of the vision. “Legends say it can tear reality itself… but the Grand Inquisitor shattered it into seven fragments three centuries ago. They’re hidden—” Her words died as steam-powered airships roared overhead, searchlights from the Citadel’s enforcers flooding the alley. The first corpse appeared the night Adam infiltrated the Central Library disguised as a janitor. The victim hung from the bronze statue of the God of Knowledge, a dagger of volcanic glass embedded where his heart should have been—a ritual execution reserved for lycanthrope traitors. By dawn, the Evernight Gazette blared headlines: “Wolfkin Terror Attack—Citywide Curfew Enacted.” The true nightmare began on the third full moon. Adam awoke in the catacombs to snapped chains glistening with another’s blood, his fist clutching a shred of fabric stamped with the Inquisition’s sigil. Worse, fractured memories surfaced: a masked man in a rain-lashed clocktower, pressing a shard of light into his chest. “Your veins hum with the Crown’s resonance,” hissed a nocturnal elf assassin materializing from shadows, her cloak embroidered with wisteria patterns that mirrored the auroras of Adam’s transit. “The Inquisition is dissecting every wolfkin alive—and you’re their prime specimen. Unless we claim the other fragments first.”

DO ADD "Llaellen's Updates" BOOK IN YOUR LIBRARY TO GET THE LATEST UPDATES ABOUT MY PLANS FROM HERE ON OUT 'The famous mister truck strikes again.' A joke in her mind turned to reality. She thought that the famous mister truck would remain on those novels and anime's she had read and watched. But when it was her turn to have the chance in going back in time, she made a vow to mister truck. 'Okay mister truck, since you gave me a second chance I will make sure that this time I will succeed.' ***** This is the typical story of her being hated by the male lead. She was hated because he and his love couldn't be together for the fact that she and he ended up getting drunk one night and woke up beside each other the next day, NAKED. Indeed, cliché... It was only later that she found out that it was actually a plot of his mother who didn't like his lover for being poor and believes that she was a heiress. Once again a cliché route... But alas she was not, she was disowned by her family and had lived on her own for long. Don't get her wrong, she wasn't a villainess. She was simply trying to fulfill a promise. Now that she has the chance, she still chose to continue trying to fulfill her promise in this second life. What can she do? She was a stubborn person. But this time she has no plans on failing. She will... SAVE HIM... A cliché route? Nope not at all... Because she was not the cliché female lead either... ***** "Yes, yes, I am already tired of that as well. Don't worry I am stopping now, mama's boy." There was mock in her tone and he couldn't help but to turn red in anger. The phone in his hand was gripped tighter, his knuckles turning white. "You-" "Good bye, mama's boy." *BEEP BEEP* This was the very first time he became furiously speechless towards her. ***** When she opened her eyes, she saw him towering over her. "Hmmm isn't it that sleeping beauty will see the seven dwarves once she opens her eyes? Why am I seeing a giant?" He frowned at her words. At the same time she did. "Were there any dwarves in sleeping beauty?" ***** "It's the wicked witch, here to bully cinderella?" Then she muttered, "Oh no, I think that does not match. Was there a witch in cinderella?" The mother was gritting her teeth in anger while she contemplated on the story of cinderella if there was a witch in it. ***** "Do it." A gun was pointed at her temple but her eyes focused on his. She said only two words but her eyes were saying more. 'Trust yourself for you can do it.' She even tilted her head a little to the side without the gunman noticing. Now with only a space with the size of a pingpong ball, he aimed his gun. If he shoot that pingpong ball sized space perfectly, the man will die. If he don't then she will die. When he wavered and turned to look at her eyes, she was actually smiling and mouthed, 'You will be able to save me.' *BANG* *UPDATES DAILY* Do read my other stories: SHE'S THAT KNIGHT KNOWN AS ZERO (COMPLETED) VENGEANCE TO THE ROYAL ONES (COMPLETED) COMING FOR THE LAST FOURTEENTH (COMPLETED) RESTARTING CHAPTER BOOK FINALE (COMPLETED) VERACITY OF THE PAST (REUPLOADED ON ETSY - JUST LOOK FOR "Llaellen") CHAINS LIFTED: HER SECOND ACT (ONGOING) LLAELLEN'S UPDATES (NEVER ENDING) Disclaimer: Cover photo not mine... Please message me if I needed to change it...