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Every hero starts with power. He started with dust. One moment, the classroom buzzed with teenage chatter. The next, silence fell. Students blinked—and opened their eyes in an ancient hall carved from gold and marble. The air shimmered with divine magic. And at its center stood a goddess—flawless, proud, unbelievably beautiful and wrapped in flowing white. It was a divine summoning performed by a divine goddess. Among them was Vritra… and his stunningly beautiful mother. While others received blessings, powerful physiques and grand titles, Vritra was given a skill so pathetic it made even the goddess wrinkle her nose. An ability—so pitifully weak that it drew laughter, scorn, and even disgust. But that wasn't the worst part. Betrayed and cornered inside the labyrinth, Vritra had two choices: die… or fall into the death trap. A death canopy with no exit and no chance of survival, the only option was to slaughter the demons endlessly for months. Finally!! He forced his dormant skill to awaken, after killing thousands and hundreds of thousands demons and devouring them, becoming a broken ability. A dragon? A demon? What am I exactly? ****** White robes. Cold arrogance A sinful revenge. White robes can stain. And in the dark, even divinity can moan. And then there was his mo— guilt in her breath, shame in her eyes, whispering apologies between gasps in her son's ear, doing what had to be done… for both their sakes, giving birth to a morally wrong relation. ________________ Absolutely no NTR, none at all!!! Discord: https://discord.gg/5Bp6Pb9UzN Extra chapters based on response I receive, that's all for now, peace out!!

Everyone thinks I’m just the quiet girl who graduated from art and design school because I didn't care if I would find a job. They find me a pretty, polite, and a little slow girl who will be pampered by her father after this. But I’m not what they think and never will be. I used to think keeping that part of me hidden was the safest choice. I was wrong. This world has no safe zone with the jealous people lurking around. Although, that night at the Arcane Hotel changed everything. I went with my step-sister and her friends to a rich, glittery party. I drank too much—I’ll admit that—but I was just trying to survive the night. When I stumbled upstairs to crash in the room my stepsister booked, I didn’t realize I had the wrong keycard. I didn’t know I was walking into a stranger’s room. I definitely didn’t know he was waiting for someone else to have a one-night stand. I should have felt something was wrong with my body. I should’ve known it wasn’t just the alcohol. But I didn’t. Not until much later. All I knew -at that very moment- was that I was dreaming, a vivid, intoxicating dream. He was too handsome to be real, and I was too far gone to care. So I gave in. Then I woke up. There was a man beside me. Real. Silent. Asleep. I ran before I saw his face. Two months later, I found out I was pregnant. Bella, my stepsister, noticed. She always did have a nose for other people’s pain. She followed me, snooped through my things, and found the positive pregnancy test. Our father was furious. He demanded to know who the father was, but how could I tell him the truth when I didn’t even know it myself? They kicked me out with nothing. No money. No apology. No second chances. That night, sitting on the curb outside the mansion, waiting for the only friend who still answered my calls, I overheard Bella laughing with a stranger, gloating about how perfectly the plan that they thought had failed, had actually worked. They drugged me. They set me up. They wanted me gone. And they got what they wanted. But they also created something else that night, something they never saw coming. A new version of me. So, I disappeared for six years. And now, I’m back. Not as the broken girl they discarded, but as the woman they’ll regret crossing. Because I didn’t come back alone. I brought my three little geniuses with me, Luna, Luca, and Leo. And we’re not here to play nice and fair.

Ava Summers is the perfect daughter: CEO material, straight-A student, and the only Summers twin with a functioning frontal lobe. She’s survived nineteen years of sharing air and eyebrow genes with Eva — a walking fire hazard who once tried to toast marshmallows on scented candles and nearly set the estate ablaze. So when their parents arranged a marriage to Zeke Ford — the kingdom’s favorite golden boy and serial flirt — Ava reluctantly took one for the family. That is, until Eva pulled a fast one: she spiked Ava’s margarita, slid a shady contract under her nose, and next thing you know… Ava’s waking up married to the wrong twin. Enter Zach Ford — the kingdom’s coldest man alive, walking gloom cloud, and accidental husband. He hasn’t cracked a smile since his mysterious fiancée, Orihime, died under suspicious circumstances. The Ford family thought Eva’s chaotic sunshine might fix him. Too bad they accidentally married him to Ava: a neurotic perfectionist who schedules emotional breakdowns like business meetings. Now Ava has to: Pretend she's totally in love with her emotionally constipated husband. Survive polite society, royal gossip, and unwanted foot rub offers from Shen Wang — her rich, clingy, disturbingly hot suitor who thinks “No” is short for “Not yet.” Figure out if Orihime is actually dead… or just hiding better than Zach hides his feelings. It was supposed to be a PR move. Instead, it’s a rom-com with fake love, real secrets, one stolen car, and at least two murder mysteries. With This Ring, I Loathe You—Yes, I Do: A chaotic enemies-to-lovers rollercoaster with tax fraud, unresolved trauma, and a love story that may or may not be court-admissible—because honestly, I am still in shambles on how to finish this novel without breaking me own phone screen or my heart. Let's see HAHAHA

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

Well, life was a bitch, and Kayden Shawn never knew the true extent of it till he faced his 8th rejection of his so-called masterpiece—a BL manuscript. And as if that wasn't enough, his rival got the contract once again, pushing his cherished book to the mud. Kayden, being enraged, decided to give them his piece of mind, but he didn't foresee waking up into the same rival script— The cringe Cinderella fairytale romance that his hated rival wrote. And what makes it worse was that it was a straight romance. A fucking straight romance. But there was a twist. A scheming fairy godmother was lurking around planning God knows what. And not to mention that he was given an ultimatum: in order to survive, he must seduce the crown prince of the novel—well, Cinderella’s Prince Charming—but it's easier said than done when the bitch kept lurking around. And to mention that the goddamn plot kept coming in his way, ruining things for him. But he wasn't called a master strategist for nothing, and you know the feeling when you want a forbidden fruit—nothing tastes better than it. Yes! Kayden wants it, especially when it's from your fellow man. A supposed straight man. Not to mention that Cinderella is gonna watch as he steals her man under her cute little nose. How great will it be to turn a famous heroine into a villainess and a branded villain into a hero? Who says fairy tales have to end the same way? Even with all these perfect laid out plans, nothing could prepare Kayden for the dark secrets and powers that lurk around the castle, even with the prince waiting to consume him whole. NOTE: Our mc is sassy Highly erotic the MC uses lots of insultive language. Fast burn, I don't do slow burn. face slapping of course. last but not the least we have strong mc, they is nothing I despise more than weak mc.

Forget the quirky nose! Need a heartfelt note, steamy text, or a grand apology that will make your partner overlook that awkward pause when you asked, "Does this outfit suit me?" Well, Emily has just the solution. But when her most frequent client, the irresistibly charming (or perhaps just charmingly irritating?) Jack Carter approaches her with a unique request, Emily soon realizes that three little words can lead to one big mess. Jack isn’t looking for help to woo another model this time; he wants Emily's expertise to rekindle a romance with his high school sweetheart (aka, his one true love) – and he’s willing to pay handsomely for her help. Add to the mix a summer getaway to the stunning Blue Ridge Mountains, where the vibes are reminiscent of ‘Dirty Dancing’ mixed with flirty banter, and this matchmaker finds herself in over her head – and unexpectedly smitten with the last person she anticipated. Can Emily craft the perfect words to navigate her own feelings? Or will this love story take a disastrous turn?

He is powerful, aloof, and selfish, but he has a hobby of renting a venue solely to listen to her play the pipa. His friends were curious and asked him why. He said, "She's beautiful." Thus, the pipa player became his girlfriend. [Highlight 1] Brought up under strict parenting, his family pays great attention to his conduct. Yet, he was known for his vigorous actions, from breaking family rules that garnered media attention to recklessly manipulating the venture capital market. Consequently, he was sent to a temple to copy Buddhist scriptures as punishment. Obediently, he did so, but his pages were filled with nothing but her name. [Highlight 2] Gazing into her eyes as she lay in his arms, he asked, "Have you ever been afraid of being with me?" Of course, she did. He was a tycoon who possessed the world and would not easily fall deeply in love with her. On the day they broke up, everyone knew and was surprised. She packed her suitcase and left the city, saying, "Since he said he would never marry me, I shall return him to the world." [Highlight 3] Three years after their breakup, they met again at an international financial summit. He had become the head of the family. His suit was well tailored, with silver-rimmed glasses resting on a tall nose bridge, exuding undeniable charm. Encountering each other at a corner, she fled, and he pursued...

Durin stroked the black cat on the armrest of his chair, sitting on the black leather sofa. Through the glasses perched on his nose, his gaze passed over the long table in front of him and settled on the man kneeling on the carpet: "I understand, you've made money in Naples, your business has been very successful, and you've led a happy life. You've had those secret police, friends in both the law and the underground, and even the Royal Family speaking on your behalf." "You don't need a friend like me, I know that. You're afraid of owing me a favor, and you don't want to get involved in troubles." "But now you come to me and say, 'I beg you, Mr. Durin of the Corleon family, please help me seek justice, so that my life and my family will not suffer and sink into despair.' Yet, in your eyes, I was nothing more than a second-rate artist involved in movies and music. Even at the brink of death, you still show me such disrespect, not even willing to call me by my title... Keeper of Secrets."

Joao is portuguese 22 years old in 1652. He already was a pirate in the malacca's straight, and strangely enough was the captain. after a full success in his endeavor, with his equipage, and many boats, he goes back to portugal, with a load of merchandise, that could enable them to buy land in brazil, somwehre his original group of friends could call : "Our home" While it was not a smooth journey, they achieved all they needed to buy land in brazil in less than three years of poillagig and piatery, avoiding europeans ships for their plunders It's only around the guinea gulf that the story turns; they got taken into a tempest that crushed their fleet, expect for the brigantin that will lead the 11 survivors of the disaster where a new chance to achieve the ambition to become lord in brazil some even dream of conseuring all the land, build a fleet that can rival all of europe, but dreams are dreams ..... and they began by: the most audacious and surepising act of piratery of their era : the steal of 5 tons of silver from zacatecas, directly in the warehouse of sevilla, under the nose of thousands of people... and guards. A theft that was considered impossible.

Penny has three brothers: one is a billionaire CEO, the second is the youngest military lieutenant, and the last is a successful actor. These three successful men had only one common ground: bullying Penny, their sore-eye of a little sister. The sister they never wished to have, and the one who claimed to be their real sister, while the sister they treasured all this time was a fake. After living a life of maltreatment in her aunt's home, some people of high standing came to Penny with news of her real parentage. She thought she was finally saved from her aunt’s clutches, unaware that what awaited her was worse. At 13, Penny only wished for one thing: for her brothers to love her and treat her like family, just as much as they loved their fake sister. She worked and studied ten times harder than anybody else just to be accepted by them. In her desperation, she foolishly fell into a trap set by a malicious person, not knowing her actions would result in the downfall of her brothers and her ending up in jail with a death sentence. On her execution day, Penny had only one thought in mind: If she ever got to go back in time, her brothers could pamper their fake sister for all she cared! She wanted nothing to do with them! And much to her surprise, Penny found herself back on the day it all began: the day she was born. As promised, this time, she wouldn’t foolishly try to earn her brothers' love and affection. Never mind family! She’d just make a lot of money, live in luxury, and make a family of her own! But wait, why is it now that she didn’t want anything to do with her brothers, they kept poking their noses into her business? Weren’t they supposed to pamper their fake sister? Why won’t they leave her alone?! And how on earth was she married in this lifetime? To make matters worse, this husband she never had in her first life was suddenly volunteering to be the father of her children?!

She doesn’t remember who she is. He wants to prove himself. And the Perennial Forest is done waiting. Pecola is blind. But her world is far from dark. Haunted by glowing spirits called Breaths and chased by flickers of forgotten memories, she enters a forest no one returns from—except her. And she has no idea why. Antic is trouble with a smirk. He’s not cursed—just clumsy, chaotic, and not nearly as powerful as the warriors in his realm want him to be. When his family is destroyed by a rival clan, all he wants is revenge... until he meets her. Together, they stumble into a journey neither of them asked for—guided by a porcelain doll with abandonment issues (Dolly), a grim-faced swordsman with secrets (Grin), and the dangerous, sensual magic of a world built on memory, grief, and desire. QUICK PEAK: "Don't move," Antic said, voice low. Pecola froze mid-step. "Why?" "Because," he whispered, eyes locked on her, "if you take one more step in that dress, I might combust." She tilted her head, blank as always. "Combust?" He nodded, nose already bleeding. "Tragically. Violently. With a little sparkle." A beat. Her lip twitched. "You're disgusting." "I'm aware," he said, wiping his face with the back of his hand, "but I'm also charming. And very, very emotionally unstable. So please, keep talking." A ghost screamed in the distance. Neither of them looked.

The dead should stay dead. Kael Arvid repeated the words like a prayer as he adjusted the raven mask over his scarred face. The carved beak pressed cold against the bridge of his nose, the eyeholes narrowing his vision to slits of flickering torchlight. Beneath him, the ballroom of House Dain shimmered—a grotesque painting of gold and rot. Nobles laughed behind ivory masks, their gloved hands clutching goblets of wine dark as clotting blood. The air reeked of clove and something fouler beneath, like meat left too long in the sun. He hadn't come for wine. The dagger at his belt was hungry. It had waited seven years for this night. Seven years since House Dain's soldiers kicked in the door of his family's cottage. Seven years since he'd watched from the treeline as the flames turned his sister's screams to smoke. Seven years of imagining this moment—the moment he'd slide steel between Lord Dain's ribs and whisper his family's names as the light

Kisha Aldens is a normal office worker with average earnings, not until she suddenly sees a system countdown in front of her. Her mind suddenly received a prompt warning about the apocalypse and urged her to integrate with the system to assist her with her survival. "Have I overworked myself again?" She thought while pinching the bridge of her nose. She blinked a few more times but the system interface is still there. Little did she know that this system would be her last lifeline in the upcoming apocalypse where human morals would be the lowest, trust is only a word and betrayal could happen in the blink of an eye. A naive person like her had to learn her lesson the hard way on how to survive and navigate in the zombie-infested world. And the worst part, she had to die 99 times to harden her heart and learn how to read the human heart. How will her 100th time be different from the previous lives, will she survive this time? And will survival be her only problem in the heart of the Apocalypse? No, there was a deeper scheme in play which she has to uncover moving forward.

Alpha Eryx has waited his whole life to hear the second heartbeat... the unmistakable sign that his heir has finally been conceived. This heartbeat isn’t something just anyone can sense. Only Alphas from rare bloodline can hear it, and only when the heir is their own. So when Eryx finally hears it, he’s overjoyed. His legacy has begun. But what he doesn’t know is that the child isn’t growing inside his Luna, Morgana. The real mother is Morgana’s virgin servant, an innocent girl who has never been touched, and who is now terrified and confused by a pregnancy she can’t explain. She doesn’t know how it happened or whose child it is. It all began when Eryx, after many failed attempts to conceive naturally, suggested insemination. Morgana agreed, but she didn’t allow the doctors to go through with it. But Somehow, the procedure still happened… and was done to the wrong woman. Now, as the truth begins to surface, Morgana panics. Desperate to keep her position as Luna and find the real mother, and make her abort the pregnancy, she starts searching_ unaware that the girl she’s looking for is right under her nose. When she can’t find her in time, Morgana makes a dangerous choice. She fakes her own pregnancy and tries to present another man’s baby as Eryx’s heir, desperate to confuse him before his suspicions deepen.

At the airport, a swarm of reporters rushed toward a woman in glasses, cameras flashing and mics pointed her way. “Miss, what do you have to say about your divorce?” one reporter shouted. The woman casually shrugged, took the nearest mic from a reporter, and said with a cool smile, “Well, it was boring. My husband was cheap, so I dumped him.” Gasps rippled through the crowd. The reporters stared, stunned. “But Miss, we’ve just learned your husband is planning to marry another woman!” another reporter exclaimed. The woman leaned in slightly, her tone nonchalant. “Well, I don’t care.” Suddenly, a strong pair of arms wrapped around her waist from behind. A deep voice followed: “Well, I care, darling.” The reporters recoiled, dramatically covering their noses. “Ewww!” The man narrowed his eyes at them. “What’s your problem?”

She looks harmless. Until you realize the empire she's built-right under everyone's noses. Danielle Reyes is a 30-year-old virtual assistant from the Philippines-under 5', soft-spoken, and often underestimated. But behind her chubby cheeks and warm eyes lies the brain of a strategist, a stranger, and a secret powerhouse. She doesn't just assist her Spanish boss... she's the one who built his empire. Balancing motherhood, crippling debt, and a life she didn't ask for, Danielle hides in plain sight. The mob doesn't know her name-but they follow her systems. Interpol doesn't know her face-but they're hunting her footprints. And when her boss names his successor, the quiet little girl finally steps into the light. She was never the side character. She was the whole damn machine.

Title:섭우춘빙 (Seop Woo Chun Bing) Author: 밤꾀꼬리 Description: *Clang!* The mask split in half, revealing a face so extraordinary it seemed almost otherworldly. Skin as pale as if it would smudge with the slightest touch, a sharp and elegant nose, perfectly shaped lips. Every feature was as refined as if sculpted by a master artisan, untouched by the passage of time. Once jet-black like the night, the hair had turned as white as the snow-capped mountains of the northern lands. It was still beautiful, but a fragile, ethereal quality had been added, as if the figure might scatter and dissolve into the air at any moment. As the mask fell away, revealing eyes beneath fluttering, slow-blinking lashes, they shone like polished black onyx—noble and luminous. It was a visage so close to a work of art that it seemed a pity only Ye Kang-oh and the sun bore witness to it. However, in the presence of this breathtakingly handsome man, Ye Kang-oh’s expression began to crumble. There was no way he couldn’t recognize that face. Not because it was a beauty that could rival even Song-ok or Ban-ak, but because it belonged to someone who had once been Kang-oh’s protector. "Is it you?" Ye Kang-oh, the youngest disciple of the Black Sky Lord, stood before the man he had once revered and adored. Dan Woo-hyo, the Lord of White Virtue Palace, whom the martial world believed to be missing, was there. "Has it really been you all along?" ------------ I am NOT the author. I'm just translating this novel.

In a sleepy suburban town, a group of teenagers stumbles upon a hidden network of tunnels beyond their neighborhood. What starts as a thrilling adventure quickly turns into a dangerous game when they uncover evidence of a sinister plot unfolding right under their noses. As they delve deeper into the tunnels, they discover clues that lead them to a secret society operating within their town. But the more they uncover, the more they realize they're in over their heads. Soon, they find themselves caught in a web of lies, deceit, and danger, with no one to trust but each other.

On the day of her wedding, Selene catches her fiancé in bed with her best friend. Humiliated by their betrayal and their cruel body-shaming.She makes one reckless decision: sleep with a stranger and walk away. Five years later, she’s a confident single mother with nothing to prove….until her new job brings her face-to-face with her new CEO… the same man from that night. Nikolas Darkos. Billionaire. Cold. Magnetic. And now offering her a six-month marriage contract—a golden opportunity for revenge against those who once broke her. But there’s one thing he doesn’t know: Their one-night stand of passion resulted in a son. Can Selene keep her son a secret for six months? Or risk losing everything? And what happens when the fake tension between them turns into something dangerously real? ******************* “I don’t believe you, Selene King.” His face now barely few inches away from hers as his lips brushed against the tip of her nose. Very bone in her body tensed. Tucking her lower lips under her teeth as she bit down to stop a groan from escaping her lips. Resting his hand on the wall,he leaned closer,“Well, congratulations. Girlfriend you just became my wife.” The words dropped from his lips like a bomb exploding in Selene’s head. “What do you mea—” But,Before she could finish her sentence, his lips crashed on hers, pulling her into a deep hungry kiss.

Follow Instagram @sere_nity_lee for new info novel of Serenity Lee [Mature content] [WSA 2022] || Vol 1-3 END "So, you are, my lecturer?" Audia asked as the two of them were on their way in Alvin's private car. Alvin cleared his throat once. "Yes, that is so." "No wonder I feel like I know your face," said Audia, matching her memory. "What do you teach, huh?" "Architecture." Audia nodded her head while her mouth formed an 'o' shape. 'Uh? .... Wait ... what?' Suddenly the nerves of her brain suppress the memory in the hippocampus. "Mr. Mandala?" Audia asked for sure. Which immediately got a nod from Alvin. "No way!" Audia screamed in disbelief. Her eyes narrowed at Alvin. "Why?" asked Alvin in surprise. A Mandala H, that's what Audia remembers when the new lecturer introduced himself when he first taught. Wearing a plaid shirt, smooth hair, neatly slicked back, glasses always perched on his sharp nose. Came with a bag containing his laptop and a textbook for teaching. Lecturer arrogant, pretentious cool, stingy smile, flat face, killer. Very different from Alvin who is now her husband. Unexpectedly 'that Mr. Mandala' and Alvin—her husband, turned out to be the same person. 'That annoying person turned out to be my husband?' she thought. 'Oh noooooo!' * * ******* ** The bride-to-be suddenly withdrew from the marriage due to an arranged marriage. Then run away and the news is not known. The groom-to-be was left speechless in front of the invited guests. Worry for a moment. Canceling the marriage contract or looking for an impromptu replacement bride. Until his eyes caught a woman in a white dress sitting among the invited guests. The other ones were students at his campus where he had just taught. As a substitute teacher. How will the story of their marriage continue? Will the seeds of love grow between these two strangers? With a myriad of question marks in the bride's heart, why was she chosen among the many other single women who were also present at the grand wedding of the son of one of Indonesia's well-known real estate entrepreneurs. cover: www.freepik.com === INCLUDE COLLECTION/TAP LOVE/ADD BEFORE READING. SO THAT THIS STORY IS IN YOUR READING LIST AND GETS NOTIFICATIONS WHEN NEW CHAPTER UPDATES ^^ CONTINUE SUPPORT THIS STORY, by throwing BLUE STONE'S POWER STONES FOR THIS STORY! — 1 POWER STONE WILL GET 1 FREE VOUCHER TO OPEN THE LOCKED BOOK. DON'T FORGET, A 5 STAR REVIEW YES! THANK YOU

“Villains aren’t born, they’re made...blah...blah...” Cute quote. Stick it on your Tumblr header next to your anime pfp. You boys love your villain stories, don’t you? You want carnage. Chaos. Control. You want a dark throne, a cold smirk, and a woman kneeling at your feet begging for mercy. But you? You don’t want to lift a damn finger. You’ll cheer for the villain as he kills a god, but cry when he gets betrayed. You call it “plot armor” when the hero survives—but call it “art” when the villain does the impossible. You’re not fans of villains. You’re fetishists. You want the violence, but not the silence after it. You want domination, but not the burden of being hated. You want power, but only if the story forgives you for it. You don’t read these stories to understand evil. You read them because you think you're too good to win the normal way. “Villains don’t play fair.” Exactly. That’s why you love them. Because you wouldn’t last a day in a world where strength mattered and excuses didn’t. You don’t want a villain’s life. You want his results. You want to watch him burn the world for a woman. But you’d cry if a girl left you on read. So tell me— What exactly are you rooting for? At least unlike you, I support heroes—the ones with boobs. You know the type. Tits squeezed into latex, thighs tight in spandex, preaching virtue with cum-drunk eyes the moment they fall into my arms but always end up screaming my name instead. She flies above cities, saving lives like it’s her job. But at night? She crashes into my arms, trembling, moaning, clawing at my back like I’m the only real thing she’s ever touched. Her cape drops before her guard does. But I don't need to tear it off. She hands it over herself—bit by bit, kiss by kiss, lie by beautiful lie. You ever felt a heroine's breath hitch in your ear as she begs you to stop pretending you're the bad guy? Ever watched the symbol of hope ride you like you're the last man left after the world ended? That's not conquest. That’s devotion, baby. Unfiltered. Undeniable. And the irony? They fall the hardest. Because no villain ever tried to understand them. No hero ever dared to see past the shine and into the ache beneath. But I do. I whisper into the cracks of their perfection. I plant kisses where they hide their pain. I fuck them where they forget to wear their strength. And when they break—when their moans turn to prayers, when their strength melts into submission— That’s when I rise. I’m not just some brooding misfit out for revenge, or a misunderstood loner sitting around hoping for a shot at redemption. I’m not a villain. I’m the SUPERVILLAIN—the kind your heroines moan for when the cameras are off and the capes are crumpled on my floor. Chapter Updates: 2 chapters per day (unspecified until a fix update time is decided) Bonus Chapters: +2 Extra chapters (350+ coin gifts) +4 Extra chapters (1005+ coin gift) +6 Extra chapters (2005+ coin gift)

In the sacred kingdom of Elysera, under a sky blessed by twin suns and songs of angels, the Great Holy Ritual of Summoning was finally completed. A blinding pillar of light exploded at the center of the Grand Cathedral. The High Saintess Seraphiel, a woman of divine beauty and infinite patience, stepped forward with grace. Beside her stood the Female Chosen One, a young warrior with a silver sword and an expression sharp enough to cut demons. The light faded, revealing their long-awaited savior. The Male Chosen One. But what emerged from the divine light… was not what they expected. A young man in ragged pajamas, holding a manga in one hand and mumbling something about “panty shots,” stood blinking in the holy chamber. "HOLY CHOSEN ONE!" Seraphiel announced, her voice echoing through the stained glass halls. "Yo," said the man, scratching his butt. "Wait, is this… an isekai? SWEET! Are there elves?" Seraphiel, maintaining her saintly calm, bowed slightly. "Brave one, your destiny is to defeat the Demon King and save our world—" Before she could finish, the Male Chosen One turned and locked eyes with the Female Chosen One. Then—without hesitation—he lunged forward and tried to lift her skirt. Time seemed to slow. A hush fell across the cathedral. SLAP! The sound echoed like divine thunder. THWACK! A well-aimed kick launched the pervert into a stained glass window featuring the image of a benevolent angel. He crashed through it and landed in the holy fountain. "B-BUT THAT’S HOW IT STARTS IN THE MANGA!" he sputtered, coughing water. The Female Chosen One, glaring, muttered, “That’s the Demon King, right? We summoned the wrong guy.” Seraphiel pinched the bridge of her nose and sighed. “...Perhaps fate has a sense of humor.” And so began the chaotic journey of a very perverted "hero", a holy saintess barely holding it together, and a Female Chosen One who seriously considered joining the demon army instead.

Alexis an outcast, a “Hunted” yet able to hide under their noses, desiring to live at every cost. Even if it meant pretending to be a man. But she was also once one of the moon goddess’s three pillars. She was in charge of assigning mates, but her curiosity into what it would feel like to have a mate, to fall in love was considered a breach of rules. The goddess’s three pillars do not fall in love! It was forbidden. So she was sentenced, removed and reduced to the status of a mere werewolf. Her memories were wiped and she no longer knew what she once was, not even after her rebirth. In a world of werewolves where shifting was a must, what would happen to her? A girl who never shifted? Never manifested. What would she do now, suddenly having found herself struck with a heat cycle—something she had never once experienced. She was abnormal, never manifested, yet, there she stood in the middle of hundreds of guests drowning in her sudden heat that one way or the other drew his attention. Keelion Fane. The one who should have never known. He is the leader of the pack, but he is feared—said to be cold-hearted and cruel. He is an alpha who hasn’t found his mate for so long that he had no choice but to find a substitute. But Alexis was stuck. With nowhere to run, in his grasp. She…was doomed.

Noah isn’t ordinary — not in the way he thinks, moves, or survives. At just fourteen, he’s already outgrown the world he was born into. With a mind sharpened by grief, secrets, and something colder than ambition, he quietly builds a digital empire under the nose of everyone who thinks he’s just a quiet kid in the back row. Behind closed doors, he commands RAI — an AI system he engineered — and infiltrates layers of classified networks, tracing shadows tied to the one truth he can’t let go: The people who murdered his parents never disappeared. Now they wear suits, run covert syndicates, and call their plans "containment." When a quiet alliance forms between Noah and a powerful organization, he becomes their weapon — precise, untraceable, and far more dangerous than they realize. But his strike against the global syndicate known as the Mark of Serpent is only the beginning. As Noah digs deeper, he’s forced to choose between strategy and sentiment. The friends who stand beside him grow suspicious of the silence he’s wrapped himself in. His grandfather — the only adult who still sees the boy behind the brilliance — senses something shifting. And as the truth creeps closer, the question rises: What happens when the only person holding the line between order and chaos is a child no longer certain which side he’s on? Well… you’ll see.

"The more you run, the more desperate I am to have you, my rose." The blade sank in with ease. Blood splattered across the floor, warm on his skin, yet his deep laughter filled the room .His fingers were covered in bloodstains, adrenaline coursing through his veins as he brought the rose to his nose, closing his eye as he deeply inhaled, as if trying to draw every essence of her "Vanilla&Roses". "Oh, my sweetheart", he whispered, voice coated in something sinful."My love, My Madness'' His lashes fluttered as he drew in another breath. "You haunt me, Ella. In my veins. In my sleep. And every time I try to forget you, I end up crawling back to you. My only salvation,My only addiction, only mine." A year ago~ Blood soaked through his shirt. He was losing too much, too fast. And yet, all he could see was her trembling hands on his chest, pressing hard, her breath ragged as she held him upright. She pinned him against the wall to stop the bleeding.He could barely stand. His mask was on, but his eyes met her deep, wild, wanting. “Why are you helping me?” he rasped. She didn't answer with words; she just looked at him, as if he weren't a monster, and that was just the start of his unraveling. Since then, Sylus has returned to her, watching her. Craving her. Getting entangled in each other's worlds. She doesn't remember that night or maybe she does? She became the only thing he wanted. The only thing he couldn’t have. Now she stands beside Asher, the man who thinks he can protect her. The man who touches what doesn’t belong to him. But " Sylus has seen every shade of Ella . The soft.The defiant.The ambitious, and each version pulled him deeper and deeper into his obsession for her" "My Ella. Eres mia," you belong to me." I let you loose just for a while and now the hunt begins, sweetheart, there is no running from me." The story has just begun. An obsessive love triangle, tangled in secrets and desire. Where will it end? Who will claim her heart… or her soul? What is Asher hiding beneath his perfect smile? And what storm swept everything away, rewriting fates? The past is bleeding into the present. And this time, running isn’t enough.But the past never stays buried. Not when love turns to obsession. Not when two men are willing to burn the world for her.

Karam knows something, something that the USA is after, Russia is after, otherworldly entities beyond humans are after. He found out something that he shouldn't have, something that made him important, and in danger. A secret kept from people, a secret involving aliens, the supernatural, hell, heaven, god, devil, and a hidden side of government and superpowers running under the nose of ordinary people for centuries. A secret that's answer to all unanswered questions, all mysteries, everything. Something way beyond the understanding of the normal, a system of the unexplained. He found that secret, for it had stolen someone he loved.

TITLE:THE ALMIGHTY (RESURRECT ME AURORA) THE ALMIGHTY (RESURRECT ME AURORA ) PROLOGUE: Here in the deep woods of London,a large kingdom The Nightshade hollow, There is said to be a mystery,a child born from both a vampire and werewolf, He is bestowed upon by seven dark rare magic,no one in the kingdom has seen He is said to be a half wolf and half vampire, Mystery foretold,he was casted a spell by the moon goddess, rise and fall of the moon in every 3000 years,he is said to fall asleep. And Can only be awakened by the rise of a new moon , but the curse was not permanent, only when he finds his Luna will he resurrect. Prince Hades Randolph,was said to be a brutal and heartless monster He was feared by All both vampires and werewolves, only a stare from him could make you vanish Everyone bow's at his sight, his Aura is dark and dominates All, never in his life had he fallen in love and never planned to. The humans feared him too, His heart is made of stone Stories said he looked like a God, his skin white and glowing like the star, women fall at his sight princess from different kingdom falls on him but none has he chosen, His lips as red as Rose, his nose Sharp and with the physique of a god,as tall as ever His voice as sweet as melody. Eyes as a crystal, but deep in it his eyes always dominates darkness. His powers can never be challenged, Some called him a monster, some said his born in darkness, some said he's a Satan. Mercy was never in his dictionary,it was said he hated his mother right from child and never had the thought to forgive her. His mother had a story behind. A prophecy was said that in the rising a new moon that he'll be resurrected by his fated Luna

I heard voices in the living room. I quickly went downstairs and my husband was standing with a gorgeous woman. She had long curly hair, foxy grey eyes, upturned nose. She wore a long black dress with a which showed her creamy white legs. As I looked at her my heartbeat accelerated . BUT WHY??

"But this feels real," She whispered. Curiosity got the best of her as she went around the coffin, luckily, it wasn't locked. She took a deep breath before pulling it open. "Jesus Christ!" Rose exclaimed, putting her hand over her chest as she breathed hard. She stood frozen beside the coffin, staring at a young man with the most beautiful face she'd ever seen, lying still and comfortably inside the coffin. Was he dead? He looked so pale like he was dead and yet so beautiful to be called dead. Talk about gothic beauty. Rose knew she should be running for her life at that moment, but she felt something drawing her closer to the man in the coffin, she flashed her light closer to his face as she reached her hand down and placed it right under his nose to check if he was still breathing. No air, his nose bridge was cold as ice too. Rose was still busy staring at the man's face when she felt something very icy touch her arm, she felt her heart drop to her stomach as she slowly turned her head to look at her arm, that's when she saw the white, slim, masculine fingers wrapped tightly around her wrist. Her soul left her and her heart completely stopped beating, before starting to beat like a parade band in her chest. "Hail fucking Mary!" Rose whispered in a frightened tone, her lips quivered and her eyes widened unnaturally. She felt her legs become paralyzed from fear and unable to move or run. She dared to fearfully turn around and look at the man's face again, just to find his blood-colored eyes, staring icily at her. She was about to scream when the young man suddenly pulled her into his coffin with incredible speed, and the last thing she remembered was feeling how cold his body was before she felt an unnatural sleep overtake her. *** Rose Thiago was an ordinary human girl who loved reading dark fantasies but never believed in them. She suddenly gets warned by her best friend never to read those kinds of books again if she doesn't want to make herself visible to the dark creatures or evoke their world to herself, but she calls her bluff and reads them over and over again. On a field trip, Rose suddenly finds herself falling into an endless hole, and when she finally meets the solid ground, she discovers that it is no longer familiar ground. She gravely realized that just as her friend said, she'd finally drawn the dark world to herself. She somehow manages to bump herself into a beautiful man lying inside a coffin and dared to touch him just for the dead man to suddenly hold her hands and disappeared with her. In that moment, she came to believe that magical creatures did exist. And she was about to discover that she had the blood of the sun. Two thousand years ago, to survive a dreadful poison, The prince of the dark world, Cassius Levi, sought refuge in his healing grave, only to awaken when the right time for his revenge came. What he didn't expect was to be forcefully awakened by an undeserving mortal.