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After dying a virgin, Elias Gray is given a second chance—reincarnated in a magical world with the "Lust System", a divine artifact that allows him to gain power by pleasuring women, fulfilling their desires, and growing a harem of elite lovers. From cold queens and fierce warrior women to shy beastgirls and seductive demons, Elias must dominate the world with charm, cunning—and unholy pleasure. But pleasure comes with a price, and not all lovers are loyal. Can he rise to the top without being devoured by lust or betrayal? Elias wandered through the bustling Travelers’ Hub, a sprawling nexus of portals and pathways where high-ranking voyagers crossed dimensions. The air hummed with the faint pulse of arcane energy, and the scent of ozone clung to the stone corridors. His boots echoed against the polished marble as he passed glowing sigils etched into the walls, each marking a gateway to another realm. He was no stranger to these halls, but tonight, a faint murmur from the inner chambers of the elite travelers piqued his curiosity. The voices were low, urgent, and laced with something primal that made his pulse quicken. Drawn toward a shadowed alcove, Elias noticed a heavy iron door, slightly ajar, its surface engraved with runes that pulsed faintly in the dim light. A cold draft slipped through the crack, carrying a whisper of sound—a soft, rhythmic moan that stirred the air. His breath caught, curiosity warring with caution, but the pull was too strong. He nudged the door open and stepped into a chamber cloaked in near-darkness, lit only by a single flickering torch that cast long, wavering shadows across the stone walls. In the center of the room, Lilith knelt on a plush velvet cushion, her silhouette unmistakable even in the gloom. Her dark hair cascaded over her bare shoulders, her skin glowing faintly as if kissed by moonlight. She was bent forward, her hands braced against the floor, her body arched in a way that spoke of surrender and desire. Beside her stood a man, his face marred with jagged scars that caught the torchlight, giving him a rugged, dangerous edge. His eyes burned with intensity as he gazed down at her, his presence commanding the room. The air grew thick as the man’s hand moved, deliberate and unhurried. He spat into his palm, the sound sharp in the quiet, and slid his fingers along Lilith’s exposed skin, tracing the curve of her thigh before slipping between her legs. A low, shuddering moan escaped her lips, her body trembling as she parted her thighs wider, inviting more. The man’s fingers worked with a slow, teasing rhythm, coaxing gasps from her that echoed softly off the stone walls. Her breaths grew ragged, her hips rocking against his hand, and then—a sharp cry as her body convulsed, a glistening rush of release spilling onto the floor beneath her. The man let out a deep, guttural groan, his own arousal evident in the tightening of his jaw. He shifted, freeing himself from his trousers, his erection thick and heavy in the flickering light. He pressed himself against her, sliding into her with a slow, deliberate thrust that drew a long, throaty moan from Lilith. Her fingers curled against the floor, nails scraping the stone as he moved, each thrust deep and measured, the sound of their bodies meeting filling the chamber. In and out, a steady rhythm that built with intensity, her gasps rising in pitch. Lilith’s eyes fluttered, her body quivering with pleasure as she pushed back against him, meeting each thrust with a hunger of her own. When he paused, drawing back slightly, she reached for him, her hand guiding him back inside with a desperate urgency. Her moans grew louder, unrestrained, as she surrendered fully to the sensation, her body trembling under the weight of her desire. The room seemed to pulse with their shared rhythm, the air heavy with the scent of sweat and heat, the torchlight casting their entwined shadows across the walls like a forbidden dance. R18 content

Humanity has reached the peak of technology countless times over thousands of years. But in every era, a massive catastrophe has always managed to wipe out an entire civilization in an instant. This cycle keeps repeating—and no one knows when it will end. Cryverra is a civilization that was saved from this cycle by two individuals from the past. Isolated from the world, they lived in peace for 3,100 years, preserved by doctrines passed down from generation to generation. It all began in the year 1061—an era long before those 3,100 years—when a long-extinguished flame finally lit once again.

SHE WAS THE PRINCESS—BUT NEVER HIS DAMSEL IN DISTRESS. Leina Reinhardt was born into power, privilege, and prestige—the only daughter of a multi-billionaire and the beloved sister of Westdentia’s most elite men: Lester – A cold, calculating CEO with an empire at his feet. Levy – A six-time Olympic champion, untouchable and unstoppable. Liam & Louis – The twin masterminds behind the world’s most powerful gaming empire. To the world, she was the Reinhardt Princess—elegant, quiet, untouchable. But Leina Reinhardt was no fragile flower. She was raised by wolves, after all. Then came Alexander Harris Smith. Her brothers’ best friend. Her first love. Her greatest heartbreak. The boy who lit up her world—only to disappear and leave her in the dark. Now, years later, he’s back, standing in front of her like a ghost from the past. And worse? He has the audacity to question her. ------------------------------------------------------------------------‐------------------------------------------------------------------------ Excerpt: Leina's fingers curled into fists, nails biting into her palms. Every muscle in her body screamed at her to walk away. To leave him standing there like he left her all those years ago. But damn him—he had the nerve to show up now, with those same emerald eyes, as if he had any right to look at her that way. "What did you expect, Alexander?" she seethed, voice sharp as glass. "That I’d wait? That my world would freeze the moment you walked away?" His jaw clenched. She could see the storm raging behind his eyes, but she refused to care. "You left," she said, her voice breaking despite her best efforts. "You. Left. And now you think you can just come back and—" Her words died in her throat as he moved, his hands gripping her arms, pulling her close before she could stop him. "Let go," she hissed, her voice defiant—but her body betrayed her, memories clawing their way to the surface. Alexander’s grip tightened, his forehead pressing against hers, breath unsteady. "I know I don’t deserve it," he murmured, voice raw. "But hate me, curse me, hit me—just don’t tell me you forgot." Leina’s breath hitched. Her throat burned. She wanted to slap him. She wanted to scream that she didn’t care. She wanted to say that he meant nothing. But the lie wouldn't come. Because the truth was brutal. She remembered everything. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Billionaire mafia intrigue with power struggles and dark secrets Unforgettable first love turned into a dangerous obsession A fierce heroine who refuses to be a pawn A dangerously devoted hero who will burn the world for her Get ready for a story of power, betrayal, and a love that refuses to die.

Xu Jinzhi a vécu une vie saine jusqu'à ses soixante-quinze ans, s'éteignant sans trop de souffrances et apparemment sans grands regrets ou insatisfactions. Cependant, en regardant son fils, sa fille, ses petits-enfants et ses arrière-petits-enfants à côté de son lit, Xu Jinzhi ne pouvait s'empêcher de penser à son mari décédé prématurément dans un accident, se demandant si elle serait capable de le revoir—si seulement elle pouvait. En ouvrant ses yeux, Xu Jinzhi se retrouve choquée de se retrouver transportée plusieurs décennies dans le passé, à l'époque où les familles Xu et Xie négociaient un mariage d'affaires. Sans hésitation, elle mentionne le nom 'Xie Yanchuan.' Dans sa vie précédente, épouser Xie Yanchuan était un choix réticent, mais dans cette vie, elle le choisit avec détermination! La famille Xie détient une influence significative dans la ville A, cependant, Xie Yanchuan est le membre négligé de la famille, éclipsé par son frère aîné portant les responsabilités familiales et un frère cadet frêle. Cette situation ne dérange pas beaucoup Xie Yanchuan; il est content de vivre tranquillement. Un jour, l'accord de mariage avec la famille Xu lui tombe de manière inattendue dessus, entraînant son mariage avec une femme nommée Xu Jinzhi! Xie Yanchuan se prépare initialement à un mariage de respect mutuel ou de non-interférence. Cependant, pourquoi Xu Jinzhi le surprend-elle toujours par ses actions inattendues?

Riche, puissant et beau; Gu Jingze est la crème de la crème dans tout le pays. Chaque homme veut être lui et chaque femme veut être avec lui. Sa vie est parfaite... sauf qu'il a un tout petit secret qui l'empêche de se rapprocher de toute femme — une impuissance apparente. C'est-à-dire, jusqu'à ce qu'il se réveille un jour dans le lit avec un étranger total. La prochaine chose qu'il sait, c'est qu'il est forcé de se marier avec cet étranger; une femme fougueuse et bruyante du nom de Lin Che. Lin Che est une fille moyenne dont le seul objectif est de devenir une actrice à succès. Ostracisée par sa famille et forcée de devenir indépendante, elle échafaude un plan pour atteindre son but. Mais son plan échoue et elle finit par épouser ce froid et apparemment sans cœur Gu Jingze. Non seulement elle doit maintenant trouver sa place dans la haute société, où des femmes jalouses et des complots sournois abondent, mais aussi jongler avec sa nouvelle carrière. Deux étrangers sous un même toit : Au départ, ils conviennent de rester en dehors de la vie de l'autre, mais il réussit toujours à apparaître lors de ses moments de crise. Lentement et involontairement, Lin Che commence à avoir du mal à imaginer un avenir sans lui. Leur relation va-t-elle s'épanouir, ou leur mariage est-il destiné à demeurer un simple contrat ?

Lu Lijun ! que fais-tu ? Chut ! Laisse-moi voir où ce salaud t'a touchée, dit-il en remettant la mèche de cheveux derrière son oreille, personne n'est autorisé à toucher ma femme. JE...NE...SUIS...PAS...TA...FEMME. Ose le dire à nouveau et en un rien de temps, tu te verras sur ce lit sous moi...et je veillerai à ce que tu ne puisses pas te reposer une seule minute, jusqu'au matin. À vingt ans, Jiang Yuyan a épousé son amour Lu Qiang, un héritier de l'une des familles d'affaires les plus puissantes de la capitale. Tragiquement, quelques mois plus tard, un incident malheureux a coûté la vie à son mari. Une série d'incidents incompréhensibles a obligé Jiang Yuyan à épouser son beau-frère Lu Lijun, plus jeune qu'elle. Son nouveau mariage ne signifiait rien de plus pour elle qu'un acte pour protéger les personnes qu'elle aimait. Elle prévoyait de quitter la famille Lu après que Lu Lijun soit devenu indépendant et de passer le reste de sa vie avec les souvenirs de Lu Qiang qu'elle a chéris pendant toutes ces années, mais cela s'est avéré être un vœu pieux. Son beau-frère, Lu Lijun, se rend compte qu'il est amoureux d'elle et veut qu'elle soit sa femme. Que se passera-t-il lorsqu'il lui confessera ses sentiments, sachant qu'elle ne l'acceptera jamais ? Sera-t-il capable de la faire tomber amoureuse de lui ? Son cœur se réveillera-t-il à nouveau ? Ici, vous lirez deux histoires d'amour différentes avec la même héroïne, car l'histoire a deux héros. Lien Discord - Donné dans les chapitres. Instagram - https://www.instagram.com/mynovel.20/ Groupe FB - Romans de mynovel20 Note - Ceci n'est pas une traduction mais une œuvre originale écrite par l'auteur mynovel20.

[Avertissement : R18+] Quand la Haine se transforme en Amour... et la Vengeance en Passion... Va-t-il choisir de recommencer avec elle ? ======= L'âme de Floconphantôme s'est séparée de son corps après s'être suicidée devant son ennemi, Nathan Sparks, le Chef Suprême de la Mafia de Syphiruz. Elle se réveilla seulement pour découvrir que son corps (qui était dans un état de coma) était retenu captif par Nathan ‘le Diable !’, qui tentait de prolonger sa vie. Et quel était son motif ? La tuer de sa propre main et la torturer à mort ! Nathan éprouve un profond ressentiment envers Floconphantôme car elle a assassiné la personne la plus précieuse de sa vie. Il voulait sa revanche ! Et les choses sont devenues encore plus excitantes lorsqu'une créature magique apparut devant l'âme de Fantôme, lui donnant une mission ridicule en échange de la récupération de son corps. « Fais-le tomber amoureux de toi en 100 jours ! » dit la créature volante, pointant ses petites pattes vers Nathan qui se tenait sans expression à côté de son lit de malade. Avec des yeux ronds, Floconphantôme fit une tête ‘tu-plaisantes-j’espère’ à la créature volante. Pas question ! C'était une mission impossible ! Ce type la haïssait tant. Comment allait-elle faire ??! ****** Extrait : Nathan la saisit par le cou. « Ne joue pas de tours avec moi, Floconphantôme. » La voix froide de Nathan résonnait dans la pièce, ses yeux brûlant de rage. Mais Floconphantôme se contenta de lui sourire narquoisement, appuyant ses mains contre son torse, ses doigts le narguant. « Tu ne peux pas me tuer, Nate. Admets-le simplement. Tu es déjà tombé pour moi. » D'un mouvement rapide, Floconphantôme tira sur sa chemise, réduisant l'espace entre eux alors qu'elle écrasait ses lèvres contre les siennes. Étonnamment, Nathan se retrouva à répondre à son baiser. Il avait perdu ! Il ne pouvait pas lui résister. ===== Je possède la couverture du livre (=";"=) Artiste : Bea Cortez Rejoignez le serveur de l'Auteur pour obtenir des mises à jour et des annonces sur le livre. Lien Discord : https://discord.gg/WymeFaeQe

I never asked for a new life—especially not one torn from a college farewell party and dropped into a forest lit by twin moons. One moment, I was drowning in boredom and fake smiles. The next, I was surrounded by terrified classmates, a divine being calling us “heroes,” and a promise of trials where survival wasn’t guaranteed. Every fifty years, the gods summon new champions from distant worlds. This time, we were the chosen ones. A hundred students. One forest. A trial designed to kill—and only a few will live to reach the kingdoms beyond. We’re each given a unique skill. One chance to ask a single question. Then, we must form groups, escape the forest, and survive the monsters waiting in the shadows. But I’ve read stories like this before. I know what happens to the naive, the kind, the unprepared. I won’t be one of them. Knowledge is power. Patterns are knowledge. Observe first. Act later.

"The wound is the place where the Light enters you." - Rumi This isn't a story about love in the way people usually mean it. It's not about a grand romance, or the kind that ends in fireworks or heartbreak. It's about a quieter kind of love-the kind that settles deep inside you and stays, long after the people who lit it have gone. It doesn't demand anything. It just lives on in silence. In the pages of old books. In half-remembered voices. In the things they once loved-and now you do too, simply because they did. For me, that thing was Rumi. I never tried to understand his poetry, not really. Most of the time, I still don't. But his words became a way back to them. A way to stay close to what I'd lost. A thread I could hold when there was nothing else left to hold onto. This book is a collection of moments. Quiet, drifting thoughts. Half-formed confessions I never said out loud. It doesn't follow a timeline. It doesn't follow structure. Like love, it just moves the way it wants to. Wandering, circling, returning. Maybe somewhere in these pages, you'll find something that echoes the way your heart once broke open. Maybe you've loved like this too.

"Fairy, don't be afraid. I'm not the Devil Leader." "But your Blood Sea Phenomena, White Bone Daoist Palace, countless Soul Banners, and your World-Destroying Demon Knife prove that you are a Devil Leader." "Fairy, you've misunderstood me. I'm actually a good person who carries a knife. The one I just killed is the true Devil Leader." "He is my husband!" Ji Changsheng's eyes lit up. It was simply marvelous.

For a long time, Malin always felt that Fate had been quite generous to him. Although he had to face that life-threatening job every day, as long as he had the lovely Leopard Girl cooking delicious food for him daily, and as long as there was meat to eat and cats to stroke, life wasn't too unbearable. Working a bit harder and facing some difficulties on the job weren't really an issue for a man. Moreover, being able to live two lives meant one shouldn't have too high demands, right, Mr. Different-Kind? Having said that, and without waiting for an answer, the young man snapped his fingers, and the white flame on his fingertip lit the tobacco in his other hand, then he flicked it towards the non-human entity on the stake. Welcome to Abield, to witness the last splendor of the steampunk era. And the madness.

Samantha never expected to find magic in her hometown, let alone in a dimly lit bar on a rainy Tuesday night. Yet here she was, perched on a barstool at the Black Swan, her world about to tilt on its axis. The air thrummed with an otherworldly energy she couldn't quite place. Ethereal dancers moved like smoke across the floor, their bodies fluid and mesmerizing. As Samantha nursed her drink, she felt the weight of curious stares prickling her skin. That's when she saw him. Marcus. A name she didn't know yet, but one that would soon be etched into her very soul. Their eyes locked across the crowded room, and Samantha's breath caught in her throat. He moved with predatory grace, all lean muscle and barely restrained power. Their first interaction was as intoxicating as it was bewildering. One moment, he was her gallant protector, rescuing her from an overly aggressive drunk. The next, his eyes hardened to chips of ice as he snarled, "Stupid girl," before melting into the shadows. Samantha's mind reeled, but her body hummed with an excitement she couldn't explain. Little did she know, this encounter was merely the first step into a world beyond her wildest fantasies – a realm where vampires ruled the night and pain blurred exquisitely with pleasure. As she delved deeper into this hidden society, Samantha found herself drawn to the intoxicating blend of power, submission, and supernatural allure. The crack of a whip, the whisper of leather, the exquisite sting of fangs – each sensation pushed her boundaries and ignited desires she never knew existed. But with every ecstatic high came the sobering reality of danger. Vampire politics were as deadly as they were intricate, and Samantha soon realized she was a pawn in a game where the stakes were life, death, and eternal servitude. As she left the Black Swan that night, Samantha couldn't shake the feeling that she stood on the precipice of something life-changing. She had no idea how right she was, or how deeply she would fall into a passionate, dangerous dance with forces beyond her imagination. The real question was: in this world where pleasure and peril intertwined so intimately, would she emerge empowered... or lose herself completely?

Rex was just another slave in the corporate machine, a faceless office worker under the shadow of one of the galaxy's powerful megacorps. His life was predictable and dull, an endless cycle of meaningless reports and fluorescent-lit monotony. That was, until that day.... When a new world was discovered on the outskirts of the galaxy, Rex, like countless other low-ranking employees, found himself dragged into a contract clause he’d barely skimmed years ago. The megacorp ordered him and his coworkers to pack their lives into a transport pod and leave for the unexplored planet. Their mission? Establish a colony. Mine resources. Make the company richer. There was no choice, refusing meant ruin. At first, everything seemed manageable. The days were grueling, the nights cold, but progress was steady. The colony was coming to life. Until the excavation team struck something. No one knew what it was at first, a buried hive, a forgotten ecosystem, or something ancient and dangerous. Whatever it was, it unleashed hell. Swarms of enormous, chittering creatures erupted from the ground, their jagged bodies blotting out the sky. The colony fell into chaos. Screams echoed through the air as the bugs tore through everything in their path, walls, machines, and people. Rex barely survived. Bloodied, broken, and pinned beneath the rubble, he should have died there. But in the pitch-black silence of his fading consciousness, a voice spoke to him. Cold. Mechanical. Otherworldly. "Do you wish to live?" When Rex woke, he was no longer the man he’d been. His body was no longer human flesh and bone but something far more alien. His skin shimmered with living metal, his mind infused with the power of Cleo, a mysterious AI from a long-extinct, robotic race known as the Kaelzars. Cleo’s presence pulsed through his thoughts, guiding him and transforming him. He wasn’t just alive. He was reborn. But survival came at a price. Rex was no longer a pawn of the megacorp; he was something more dangerous, something they couldn’t control. As Cleo’s intentions began to reveal themselves, Rex found himself standing on the precipice of war, not just with the bugs but with forces far greater than he could have imagined. This was the beginning of a journey through blood-soaked battlefields and treacherous alliances. Along the way, Rex would encounter allies, brilliant, flawed, and unpredictable, and enemies whose ambitions were as sharp as their blades. These weren’t disposable foes, easily crushed by an overpowered hero. They were cunning, relentless, and human in the most terrifying ways. But then again, in war, who can truly be called a villain? New chapters every day at: [2 A.M GMT+8 Time!]

BURNED AS A TRAITOR. REBORN FOR REVENGE. I was the perfect noble wife... obedient, smiling, silent. Then my husband lit the pyre. My cousin wept before the crowd as flames devoured my silk gown. No one knew I carried Alaric's heir in my womb. That secret burned with me... until I opened my eyes months before it happened. I REMEMBER EVERYTHING. The betrayal. The lies. The child they stole from my future. They thought death would silence me. Instead, it freed me. Now I wear silk like armor and wield my smile like a blade. Every curtsy hides a dagger. Every laugh cuts deeper than screams. I'm dismantling their world one calculated move at a time... and they'll never see it coming. ENTER DUKE CAELAN VORENTHAL: THE WOLF OF THE NORTH. My husband's most dangerous rival. He watches me like he knows I didn't die in those flames. Like he's not afraid to dance with a woman made of fire and fury. He should be my enemy. But he's the only one who sees the storm brewing behind my courtly mask. The only one who doesn't flinch when I bare my teeth. THEY THINK I'M STILL THE GIRL THEY BURNED. THEY'RE ABOUT TO LEARN HOW WRONG THEY ARE. WHAT TO EXPECT: Reborn Noblewoman's Revenge (Second Chance/Time Loop) Political Intrigue & Hidden Bloodline Secrets Morally Grey Duke (Enemy to Obsession Romance) Court Schemes, Face-Slapping & Noble Destruction No Mercy. No Forgiveness. No Plot Armor. Updates: Daily A phoenix doesn't rise from ashes to forgive. It rises to burn everything down.

In a world where American football has become the number one global sport even in countries like Japan, Brazil, Nigeria, and Jamaica one high school fights to reclaim its fallen legacy. T.B.C. Private High was once the pride of Jamaican football. A powerhouse that bred legends. A school that broke records and borders. But now? They can’t even win a district game. That changes when a new principal steps in with a vision and a secret weapon. At the helm of his bold new program: a four-time Super Nova champion, former World MVP, and one of the greatest players in the history of the sport. His mission? Resurrect T.B.C. Win the NFS (National Football Series). Topple the Jamaican national team. And conquer the Super Nova. In this school, only the elite survive. Old talent won’t save you. Politics and legacy mean nothing. You either evolve or get cut. The fire has been lit. The world is watching. Can a small island nation rise to challenge global titans like the U.S., Russia, and Germany? The revolution begins now.

In the neon-lit jungle of Neonspire, Elijah Kane was a dreamer betrayed. Someone stole his genius app. His life ended in a rigged crash. But fate had different plans. Reborn five years in the past, Elijah awakens with the Shadow System, a clever AI that turns charm into power and secrets into weapons. Every deal he makes and every rival he outsmarts fuels his rise from a discarded coder to the king of the corporate underworld. His biggest threat is Lyra Voss, a brilliant hacker with a competing system and a smirk sharper than code. Their rivalry is full of tension, their connection defies logic, and their alliance could change everything. As CEOs plot, assassins attack, and systems clash, Elijah must master his new power to take control of Neonspire. One wrong move, and he could lose everything: his revenge, his heart, and the city itself. This is a thrilling system novel where wit dominates, love sparks, and every mission could be the last.

Se réveiller d'un coma était le moindre des soucis de Serena lorsqu'elle découvre qu'elle est mariée ! Elle ne se souvient pas de qui elle est. Ses parents complotent pour la tuer. Que fait une jeune femme dans une telle situation ? Elle piège son séduisant mari riche, évidemment ! Serena ne le laissera pas partir jusqu'à ce qu'elle découvre la vérité. Aiden Hawk s'est marié par convenance. Faisant l'objet de chantage par sa grand-mère, il a concocté le plan parfait. Épouser une femme à l'article de la mort et jouer le rôle de son amant endeuillé. Lorsqu'elle décéderait, il serait libre de faire ce qui lui plairait ! Mais à la surprise de tous, elle est revenue à la vie ! De plus, elle s'accroche à lui comme de la colle ! Leur mariage accidentel fonctionnera-t-il ou seront-ils séparés pour toujours ? *Crédits photo : Queenfrieza Extrait : Ses yeux s'écarquillèrent de choc lorsqu'il s'approcha pour verrouiller la porte de la chambre d'hôpital avec un clic. "Que fais-tu ?" demanda-t-elle d'une voix tremblante. Elle n'aimait pas l'expression sur son visage. Il haussa un sourcil et esquissa un sourire en coin. "Que penses-tu que je fasse ?" "Pourquoi... pourquoi as-tu verrouillé la porte ?" "Mon épouse... Tu t'es réveillée après si longtemps. Bien sûr, je dois passer un moment avec toi sans être dérangé..." Serena le regardait alors qu'il s'approchait d'elle, sa présence semblant remplir la pièce. Son cœur menaçait presque de sortir de sa poitrine... Elle voulait sauter du lit mais ses jambes étaient inertes et elle n'avait pas de force...

On what should have been the happiest trip of their lives, Arjun Mehra, an ex-military officer from India, travels to South Korea with his pregnant wife Meera for their honeymoon. But in a single brutal moment, their world shatters. Caught in the crossfire of a violent gang war on the neon-lit streets of Busan, Meera is tragically killed. Arjun, wounded and broken, barely survives. The woman responsible — Ji-Yeon, a ruthless and enigmatic leader of the Black Vipers syndicate — leaves Arjun for dead, never imagining the storm she’s awakened. Haunted by grief and driven by vengeance, Arjun must rise from the ashes of his loss. Alone in a foreign land and hunted by dangerous enemies, he draws upon his combat training, martial arts mastery, and sniper skills to track down the woman who stole everything from him. But the path of revenge is paved with betrayal, blood, and buried secrets. In a world where honor means nothing and loyalty is bought in bullets, Arjun must decide whether he’s a man seeking justice… or a monster born from it. Crimson Vow is a brutal, emotional, and action-packed thriller about love lost, relentless vengeance, and the unbreakable will of a man who refuses to die quietly.

In the dark, decrepit city of Lornwood, where shadows danced with malevolent glee and whispers of the past lingered in the air like a foul stench, a young man named Alex woke up with a start. His heart raced as he frantically looked around the dimly lit room, trying to make sense of his surroundings. A strange sensation coursed through his veins, a cold chill that seemed to seep into his very soul. He felt like he was being watched, like unseen eyes followed his every move. The room itself felt alive, pulsating with a sinister energy that sent shivers down his spine. As Alex tried to collect his thoughts, a sudden voice echoed in his mind, chilling him to the core. "Welcome, Alex, to the Horror System.

“We’re friends,” I said, voice barely steady. Aaron’s lips curled, slow and cruel. “No, we’re not.” “Friendship’s too pure for this.” His hand slid to my waist, hot and claiming as he yanked me flush against him. “Do friends kiss like this?” He kissed me. Hard. Possessive. “Or grab each other like this?” A squeeze to my ass. A gasp. “Or think filthy little thoughts?” His breath burned against my ear. “Touch themselves to it?” My cheeks flamed. My body betrayed me. “Stop lying, Venus.” His voice was a growl. “I feel it. Every time I’m near you.” I whispered, “But you don’t even like me.” His smile was pure sin. “I don’t have to like you to fuck you.” Then the offer: “Let’s get it out of our system. No lies. No strings. Just truth.” He grabbed my chin, eyes lit with hunger. “Say the word, princess.” A whisper against my lips— “I’ll ruin you.” And God help me… I wanted him to. --------- Aaron Sinclair needs a bride to claim his inheritance. Venus Carter needs a miracle to save her dying mother. What begins as a cold contract marriage spirals into a dangerous game of buried trauma, stolen identities, and forbidden attachment. He’s ruthless, closed off, and refuses to love. She’s resilient, lost, and refuses to stay unloved. But when secrets unravel revealing a stolen childhood, a tragic past, and a vengeful stepmother, their fake marriage is the only thing standing between them and destruction. In a world ruled by power and silence, will love dare to speak first or break them both instead?

He rushed down the dimly lit hotel corridor, his breath quickening with every step. Sweat dripped from his brow. He pulled off his tie, tearing his shirt open in a frenzy. His steps were getting heavier. He was desperate to reach his room. Finally, he fumbled with the lock, heart racing, only to freeze at the sight before him. A woman in a striking red dress stood inside, a glinting knife in one hand and a wine glass in the other, her eyes fixed on him with a chilling smile. The air crackled with danger, and in that instant, he realized he might not be the one in control after all.

In the neon-lit abyss of Sin City, where the shadows writhe with secrets and power resides in the hands of the elite, Marcus, a sheltered resident of the privileged echelons, finds his world shattered by a series of devastating losses. Driven by a relentless thirst for justice and power, he steps into the darkness, joining forces with a clandestine group of mercenaries known as Mirror. Together, they navigate a city steeped in corruption and blood-soaked rivalries. As Marcus unravels the sinister web woven by the mega-corporations and criminal syndicates, he discovers shocking truths that threaten to consume him. Mirroring the city's twisted underbelly, he confronts his own inner demons, haunted by the sacrifices he's made and the irreversible transformations he's undergone. Amidst the chaos and carnage, alliances are forged, friendships tested, and romances kindled. With every step forward, Marcus delves deeper into a realm where survival is uncertain, and the line between hero and villain blurs. As bullets dance in the air and limbs scatter like broken dreams, he must confront the darkest facets of his own soul to seize a chance at redemption and try to reshape the destiny of Sin City itself. _______________________________________________________ Hello all! I have returned(somewhat) to the writing space. This will be my main story for now so I hope it is enjoyed as much as I hope. Happy Reading! Daily chapters at 8am EST hopefully. Cover Art painstakingly generated with AI by ME(Astral)! Synopsis touched up by chatgpt. Subject to change!

She was erased from every system. Buried in the cold core of a dead prison planet. Labeled dangerous, forbidden, and lost. But now—she’s awake. In a world ruled by algorithms, empires, and emotionless AI, Basid is a ghost the system couldn’t kill. A woman once built to lead an empire… now back to burn it down. Hunted by cybernetic assassins and data-hungry corporations, she doesn’t remember everything—yet. But one thing is clear: She lives beyond code. And she wants revenge. Step into a neon-lit world of betrayal, resurrection, and post-human power where memories are encrypted, trust is a virus, and the most dangerous weapon… is a woman who shouldn't exist.

On the forgotten world of Baedakar, life is a daily struggle against stone, scarcity, and the invisible hand of oppression. The villagers toil in the shadow of a galaxy that has left them behind, their every attempt at progress quietly sabotaged by forces they cannot see. While most accept the world as it is, a few begin to notice the patterns the subtle failures, the stifled ambitions, the sense that something, or someone, is holding them back. When a wandering outsider arrives, bringing rare knowledge and a hunger for lost truths, a small group of villagers is drawn together by curiosity, loyalty, and the quiet ache for something more. Their search for answers leads them deep beneath Baedakar’s surface, where they uncover evidence of deliberate sabotage and a hidden network of surveillance. The truth is more unsettling than they imagined their world is a mask, its people pawns in a greater game orchestrated by shadows. As the group races to expose the conspiracy, they must decide whom to trust and how far to go for the hope of freedom. Their journey will test the bonds of friendship and the limits of courage, as they risk everything to carry the truth beyond Baedakar’s walls. But the Council’s reach is long, and the galaxy’s indifference is deep. The first spark of rebellion is lit, and the fate of many may rest on the choices of a few who dare to question the darkness.

In the neon-lit ruins of a future Earth, where clones are manufactured to fight wars, follow orders, and die without asking why, Adam 141 is a glitch in the system. He's a failed clone. An echo. A memory they tried to erase. But when a mission goes wrong and he's entangled with another clone, Zen Zero, the prototype they buried, Adam uncovers a conspiracy that threatens the entire clone-controlled hierarchy. The Lambda System, a ruthless technocracy built on memory manipulation and recycled obedience, has kept its grip through fear, tech, and silence. Until now. Haunted by fragmented pasts, hunted by the very army he once served, and carrying stolen intel that could shatter reality, Adam must outrun kill-drones, decode corrupted memories, and awaken others like him, forgotten weapons discarded by a system afraid of its own creation. Beside him stands Aomi, a rogue data-runner who remembers what love is—something Adam was never programmed to feel. Now, as revolts erupt, AI warlords descend, and the fabric of identity itself unravels, one clone will ignite the rebellion not just to survive… …but to remember who he was meant to be

Japan – National News Broadcast The polished news anchor sat upright, her gaze sharp as she adjusted the stack of papers before her. The newsroom behind her hummed with quiet urgency, the weight of the moment settling over the broadcast. "Authorities are baffled by a sudden and unexplained surge in sleep-related deaths across Japan," she began, her voice steady yet tense. "More and more citizens are passing away in their sleep without any prior health concerns. Experts are working tirelessly to determine the cause, but no clear explanation has emerged. Authorities urge the public to remain vigilant and report any unusual symptoms before bedtime." A graphic appeared, displaying the spike in fatalities over the past month. Behind her, unsettling photographs flickered across the screen—blurred images of individuals found in their beds, their faces frozen in expressions of terror. The anchor’s tone shifted. "Health officials recommend citizens avoid excessive fatigue and maintain healthy sleep habits. More updates will follow as investigations continue." --- United States – Paranormal Podcast In a dimly lit podcast studio, the host leaned forward, his eyes wide with curiosity. Across from him, a rugged man in a worn flannel shirt, gripping a faded photograph in one hand and a beer can in the other, leaned back in his chair. "So, you're telling me you saw this creature firsthand?" the host asked, clearly intrigued. The man scoffed, shaking his head. "Damn right, I did. Ugly thing had wings bigger than my body—slow but sneaky. Thought it could steal my pigs again, but I was ready this time—camera in one hand, shotgun in the other." He slammed the table for emphasis, then shoved the blurry image toward the host. The photograph depicted a small, red-skinned humanoid figure with large, bat-like wings, its eyes glowing faintly in the darkness. "Spit, the thing didn’t know what hit it when I fired!" the man chuckled, his voice full of excitement. The host held up the picture to the live chat. "Alright, what do you think? Mothman? Demon? Or is our friend here just seeing things?" The chat exploded with theories—some skeptical, others eager for the investigation to continue. --- China – Liangyuan Street Market Surveillance footage from a bustling night market in China captured a chilling scene. A woman in a red qipao walked gracefully through the crowd, her figure striking in the soft glow of lanterns. Suddenly, she paused. Her body flickered—like a glitch in a video—before vanishing completely, as though she had never existed. The footage zoomed in, replaying in slow motion. In the final frame before she disappeared, her face distorted unnaturally, her eyes hollow and empty. The screen cut abruptly to black.

In the vibrant streets of Tokyo during the 1990s, amidst the tumultuous "Lost Decade," two individuals on seemingly different paths are brought together by fate's electric touch. Takumi Yamamoto, a disillusioned office worker trapped in the monotony of corporate life, yearns for more than the daily grind. With Japan plunged into uncertainty and stagnation as the economic bubble bursts, Takumi questions his purpose, craving a spark to reignite his passion. Meet Mai Sato, a lively and free-spirited gyaru unafraid to challenge the status quo. Embodying rebellion and individuality, Mai carves her own path in a world gripped by economic turmoil. Their worlds collide one fateful day when Takumi's tired eyes meet Mai's magnetic charm amidst Shibuya's neon-lit streets. Drawn together like magnets, they embark on a whirlwind journey of self-discovery and unexpected romance. Navigating the highs and lows of life during the Lost Decade, Takumi and Mai find comfort in each other's presence, forming a profound connection that transcends the chaos around them. Together, they face the trials of love, identity, and societal norms, defying expectations to create their own happiness in a world upended. "Electric Souls: Love in the Lost Decade" is a heartwarming story of love and resilience set against the backdrop of Japan's turbulent era. Join Takumi and Mai as they weather the storms of the past in search of hope, redemption, and the electrifying power of true love.

In a neon-lit city where memories can be stolen and sold as currency, tormented ex-cop Kyren Sable is haunted by fragments of his lost past. Drawn into a vast conspiracy that blends technology and ancient sorcery, he finds himself protecting an enigmatic woman—Celestine Vale—whose existence holds the key to a forgotten prophecy. As corporate overlords manipulate dreams and rebel factions stir in the shadows, Kyren must navigate betrayals and impossible choices. Every confrontation pushes him closer to the edge of sanity, forcing him to question the nature of reality itself. The stakes grow cosmic: memories begin to literally shape the world, and the boundary between love and oblivion blurs. When even one’s name can be erased, Kyren faces a final question—what will he sacrifice to reclaim a truth beyond dreams?

Betrayed,plotted against,and killed. Elodie Adedora’s corpse was left to glaciate in a cold abyss… but why does this protagonist wake up seven years later? … Far away, off the outskirts of the Solaria kingdom, where the sun and warmth were scarce. A dark cave, lit only by the dim reflection of silver chains, suspending a single person to an icy wall. The person's skin, dark and covered in winters frost. The hairs on her head and eyelashes were grey, covered by tiny icicles. Her lips, pale of all color, cracked, and like the rest of her, cold. But, slowly, her lips were the first to melt. Her eyes started to flutter open, revealing brown eyes flickering with white. A bright, illuminating, magical white. "Kill the queen. You must kill the queen. That is why you are alive." The iridescent shimmer of white began to spread across her body, intertwining itself with the natural ebony color of her skin that was stuck to her bones. The intense frail appearance of the girl filled out into a healthy complexion. The melting ice dripped like water down her skin, and the more that dripped, the more alive the unconscious body seemed to become.  Just as a first warm breath escaped the girl's mouth, a spiteful emotion bubbled up to the surface, flashing across the girl's eyes. Pain, suffering, and betrayal. Those were the three most prevalent in her expression. One of the three must've been a feeling strong enough to revive the dead. The chains on her arms were thick and bulky, frosted over with a glaze of ice and frost. In a second however, she ripped her arms away from the stone that in prisoned her, falling weakly to other side, where her other arm remained suspended to the ice wall. A screamed ripped out of the girl who had just awoken, the voice of regret. It echoed against the walls of the cave. Her restraints shattered in a horrifying unison, metal bits flying in different directions in the room. Falling to the ground, her shivering body hit the ice floor below her. The ice ground made direct contact with her knees and forearms. Under the intense contact, they scraped and peeled. Yet, the girl's hands and knees held strong as she stood up. Her dark, raven black hair fell in front of her face, a protruding but delicate nose bridge interrupted its flow.  "You will never be forgiven..." Were the first words to leave the girl's lips. The white flickers and crackles in her eyes and across her skin had calmed. The iridescent shimmer had also vanished, and yet,  Now was the moment the girl appeared the most intimidating, warm tears of anger had overtaken the melted ice on her skin, obstructing parts of her vision. She raised her head, and with it, a stem of green glow manifested from no where. In her palms, the white shimmer of light had now turned a threatening forest green. In this icy prison was where the infamous evil witch was held captive. It would also be the same place which this story begins.

In a place that looked just out a story book stood a tall castle in the thrones room stood a magic circle surrounded by people dressed in hoodied robes chanting......as the magic circle lit up on Appeared a boy about the age of 12. A beautiful princess walked up him said....... Princess: O great hero please save our world from the demon lord in name od the creator goddess..... Boy: I have been summoned to another world and as a hero yoshaa!!!!!!!! Unknown: Hands up freeze dont move hand where i can see them ............ You are under arrest.