Honeymoon Bed Sheet

She woke up in silk sheets, in a body that wasn’t hers, wearing a name that once graced tabloids—not tech forums. But Olivia Carter has never been the girl people expect. And neither is Damien Quinn. In a world of power, secrets, and whispered agendas, two dangerously intelligent souls collide. He hides behind cold eyes and empire walls. She hides everything else. What begins with caution simmers into obsession. And in the city that built them, someone’s about to burn it all down—for love, or revenge.

Note Rate at 18. Rhea has exactly one month left to live, and she plans to go out on her own terms. No more hospitals. No more pity. Just one final reckless night to feel something—anything—before it all ends. She never expected to wake up in silk sheets, naked and sore, in the arms of a man who seemed too powerful, too perfect… and far too obsessed. She tries to run. She gives a fake name. A fake school. She wants to forget. But then, he walks into her classroom. Her professor. Her one-night stand. The man she tried to escape. And he’s not about to let her go.

Liam Knight’s life as a humiliated live-in son-in-law takes a dramatic turn when he saw his wife—the woman I'd devoted three years of my life to—was tangled in our bed sheets with another man. "So this is the famous live-in son-in-law," "You didn't tell me he looked this... ordinary. Babe, just let him get out of here." "Listen, get out of here, loser. You are no more my husband." While they dont know Liam will unlock the power and be the god of the world in the future. He will back to revenge one day!

Emily spent the last three years dying slowly in hospital beds, her brilliant mind trapped in a body that didn't work. Her only escape? A spicy life sim called Queen of Hearts, where she lived vicariously through noble ladies who wielded seduction like a sword. But death, it turns out, brings a new opportunity. When her frail heart stops, she wakes up reborn inside Queen of Hearts! That virtual world where she once ruled with cunning dialogue choices and scandalous romances. Except this time, she isn’t clicking options on a screen. This time, she is Aegis Starcaller, an orphan nobody with silver hair, purple eyes, and a body that can finally move… and seduce. Armed with copious amounts of meta-knowledge and a divine blessing that makes every kiss and conquest feed her magical power, Aegis sets her sights on Rosevale Academy, where noble heirs and hopeful commoners sharpen their claws behind silk fans and satin sheets. Here, every flirtation is like a wartime siege. Every stolen heart is a stepping stone to the throne. And every girl she takes a chance on could ruin her. But, Aegis is done being powerless. She’ll weaponize her tongue, her wit, and her unashamed hunger for a court of lovers, rivals, and pets. Aegis will stop at nothing to carve her name into the history books. --- Yuri / Futanari harem story with a Futa MC! | Isekai Power Fantasy | Rags-To-Riches | Updates Daily!

Carl dies in order to save his friend. He finds out in his death bed that his friend and girlfriend were having an affair behind his back the entire time. He dies with a broken heart. He is however reborn as a god, not just any god but a primordial god, the infinite void. what will he do with these powers of his.

In a quiet world, Adam lived his life peacefully but it all changed when he woke up in an hospital bed with the ability..... Creation Of All Things Armed with this Overpowered ability, watch how Adam would uncover the truth of his world and beyond..

**Mature Content Warning** This novel contains morally bankrupt decisions, unapologetically villainous behavior, corporate warfare, system abuse, woman-stealing, protagonist-trampling, psychological manipulation, and occasional spicy entanglements—some consensual, others complicated. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- In a world where megacorporations rule like feudal dynasties and cultivation is under corporate rule, Vincent Cornelius wakes up in a silk-sheeted bed beside a suspiciously curvy woman. Reincarnated into the body of a doomed CEO fated to be a "villain's father". Vincent quickly realizes he's a disposable background character— the kind destined to be humiliated, ruined, and killed so that his pathetic son, can become a stepping stone for some arrogant, heaven-defying, cliché cultivation protagonist. Unfortunately for fate, Vincent didn’t reincarnate to play along. He reincarnated to ruin protagonists for profit. Armed with the Corporate Villain Expansion System, every cruel scheme, humiliating press leak, or market manipulation against protagonist nets him Villain Points—and every time he crushes a “fated encounter,” his Luck Points rise. Turn the protagonist into a drugie? +400 VP + 50 LP Reduce the mercenary king to a job of a small security guard? +500 VP +100 LP Cause chaos in a protagonist's harem—emotional betrayal, internal sabotage, or seduction ? +1,000 VP +200 LP As his mid sized logistics corporation moves towards becoming a corporate megaforce, Vincent must climb the cultivation ladder, weaponize capitalism, and outwit Fate itself—one bankrupt protagonist at a time. The world wants him humbled. The story wants him deleted. But Vincent Cornelius is here to rewrite the script. He’s about to prove that in this world, the real golden finger is a hostile takeover. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Disclaimer (Filed Personally by Vincent Cornelius): If, by some cosmic accident, any names, corporations, or highly sensitive trade empires mentioned in this story resemble real-world entities—rest assured, it’s entirely coincidental. I am far too busy conquering fictional markets to bother with actual ones. No offense is intended. No lawsuits, either. Unless you’re a protagonist. In which case… file away. I'll be waiting—with a better lawyer and a hostile takeover plan. This is fiction. Relax. Or invest.

Jason sank to his knees as smoke swallowed the sky, the color of it an angry crimson, like the world itself was bleeding. The house before him, her house, collapsed in slow motion, boards shrieking and crumbling as if mourning their own destruction. His chest caved with a ragged sob, the kind that seemed to come from somewhere deeper than his lungs, deeper even than his body. Everything around him blurred—faces, sirens, flames—until all that remained was the ash. He should have looked away. Should have closed his eyes. But he didn't. He couldn't. The paramedics moved solemnly through the smoke, their silhouettes stark against the firelit haze. The stretchers were draped in white sheets—too still, too final. He counted them without meaning to. One... two... three. Jason didn't flinch. His heart was hollowed out, like something had been carved from within him with a hot blade. It should've been him. Not Selena. "No," he whispered hoarsely, his voice splintering. "No, it can't be." He stumbled backward, eyes wide, brain refusing to bridge the gap between what he saw and what he believed. Reality came in slow waves, each one more unbearable than the last. And then he was moving, sprinting toward the stretchers with a desperate, raw urgency. A rescuer with no one left to save. "Selena," he choked, reaching trembling hands toward the nearest form. The heat of the fire still lingered in the air, as if the world itself was scorched. He lifted the sheet with shaking fingers. What stared back at him was no longer her face—just blackened skin, unrecognizable. His mind rejected it. It can't be her. It isn't.

Adaleine, Crown Princess of Solmira, died in fire and fury. She woke up in silk sheets—inside the body of her enemy, Lyara Kaereth. Haunted by the screams of the girl whose skin she now wears, Adaleine must navigate a court that would kill her if they knew the truth. Worse, Prince Ronan—the man who might’ve once loved her—now looks at her with a mix of longing, hatred, and suspicion. But the Mirror Curse is unraveling. Old gods stir. Forgotten magic awakens. And the body Adaleine stole… may not stay hers forever. As secrets bleed, as souls tangle, and as love dares to grow between enemies, Adaleine must choose: Burn again—or destroy the only man who ever saw her.

Genres: Erotica · Comedy · Romance · Love · Drama Rated: Mature | Spicy. Savage. Soft. Tagline: They were never supposed to fall. They were just supposed to fuck. Ziannah “Zih” Miller is the kind of girl your mother warned you about—rich, reckless, dangerously gorgeous, and always three cocktails ahead of heartbreak. Peter “Pet” Jacobs? He’s the guy who can make you laugh, scream, and beg… all before breakfast. They’ve been best friends since high school—flirty, toxic, and tangled in a situationship built on midnight texts, drunken confessions, and orgasmic mistakes. No labels. No pressure. Just chemistry that could burn down cities. But one Friday night... everything changes. From hot tubs to hangovers, from teasing glances to tangled sheets—Zih and Peter are forced to face the truth: It was never just physical. Love doesn’t knock. It crashes the party in heels and leaves its earrings in your bed. If you’re into steamy tension, savage banter, filthy-soft love, and best-friends-to-lovers done right—Friday Night is your next guilty obsession.

A newly birthed child is akin to a pure white sheet. And if someone had to badmouth about their behavior, it should be towards the parents because after birth it is up to the parents to navigate their children on the road of life. They paint their child with their ideology , thought's , emotion and sometimes dream. So how a child grows up depends on the environment and their parents. ••••••• Quotes: “One must prepare themselves to be embarrassed if they want to embarrass someone.” “One must deceive themselves to deceive others.” “Everyone wears a mask to hide themselves from the world.” •••••• Submitting this for the webnovel spirity awards 2024. Please support me. Thank you. [Warning. Mature content. sensitive content.] [This is fiction so don't take it seriously and just enjoy.]

Jayden Seo, 23 years old. MOBA genius, king of the keyboard, emperor of combos... and also, king of debt. After nuking his bank account, burning every sponsorship deal he had, and failing to outrun creditors more vicious than a starving dragon, Jayden does the one thing he’s never mastered: He dies. Luckily — or not — a cosmic entity (apparently a fan of his livestreams) offers him reincarnation in a fantasy world. But there’s a catch: no system, no respawn, no cheat sheet. Just… a new body. And that body? A noble vampire baby. Heir to one of the continent’s three most powerful bloodlines. Armed with his blood-assimilation ability and god-tier learning instincts, Jayden sets a single goal: “I’m not dying broke in this world too.”

Purity a low ranking, clumsy, weak but determined angel suddenly volunteered to fight Abaddon, the 7th prince of hell who was pushed to earth to cause chaos on earth taking souls through deals Reborn but adopted into a family of riches and wealth faced bullying from her family but was favored by the head. Balancing her duties as an angel and the perfect granddaughter, It was purity’s job to take souls to heaven was it was time, both Abaddon and purity crossed paths couple of times but didn’t have any interaction. Roaming countries and countries for centuries Abaddon didn’t mind to purity until one night in an intense fight they were struck by lightning waking up they switched powers. ……………………………………… waking up to a burning sensation on her forehead purity whimpered, rubbing her head which just made the pain worse. looking around she wasn’t in her room, she was enveloped in an atmosphere of dark luxury.the air thick with leather and polished wood. candelabras with black candles cast flickering shadows on the walls adorned with intricate gold patterns. Massive, velvet- upholstered in deep burgundy and ebony wood chaise lounge dominated the space. A grand piano it’s ebony surface polished to mirror sheen sits silently in a corner. The bed which she layed on a grand king sized bed with black silk duvet and matching velvet pillows the wood on the head board was flawlessly carved with designs reminiscent of anique demon seal the bed positioned centrally purity jumped up seeing Abaddon staring at her with rage a halo atop his head his wings white but black in the very end and most importantly the cross tattoo on his wrist. “why are you with my halo?” purity stood on the bed attempting to take it but Abaddon threw her to the vanity table shattering the mirror “what did you do?!” Purity got up bleeding from her side she looked at herself in the shattered glass an upside down cross on her forehead her wings black, purity screamed “what did you do?!” she ran to punching his chest but Abaddon quickly raised her by the neck his grip tightening, purity couldn’t breathe the doors burst open Abaddon immediately dropped purity who gasped for air before looking up her voice still chocked “I can explain”

It's dangerous to fall in love… with your enemy. Ingrid Alberto was a daughter of a mafia boss who seeks justice for her mom's death. She's ready to gamble even if she must work with her dad's enemy. "I'm ready to cater to your needs in bed. In return, help me out. We only have the same enemy; be my ally." Will she be able to survive his wrath? How about her heart? Is she ready for the fire that his red sheet offers? He was ruthless, dangerous, and cold-hearted. They stole everything from him. Isaac Midnight was the mafia king who failed to protect his family. Driven by his deep hatred, he plans nothing but revenge to the man who took everything from him. "Isn't this funny? The daughter of the man who steals everything from me wants to be my ally? What kind of trick is this, huh?!" He wants revenge and was ready to use any measures possible, but being an ally of his enemy? Isn't that a ridiculous and stupid measure? Can love bloom in a garden that was stained with blood? What kind of fire will bloom in two cold hearts? Will they be able to stop their desires as the red sheet wraps around their broken hearts? Find out the story of Ingrid and Isaac that is filled with temptations and redemptions.

The world didn't end with a bang, but with a terrifying, agonizing stretch. Now, under a perpetually bruised sky stained by an ominous, unblinking red counter, humanity fights for every breath against an army of rapidly evolving infected and a planet that warps and shifts beneath their very feet. Kael, an utterly average guy whose biggest challenge used to be assembling furniture, thought he was utterly doomed—until a mysterious, transparent panel flickered into existence before his eyes. No grand destiny, no heroic call, just a sleek, silent interface that promises one thing: **Amplify (x1)**. From turning a flimsy broomstick into a marginally less flimsy weapon to making stale rations slightly more palatable, Kael's peculiar "cheat sheet" offers meager, often comically underwhelming, enhancements in a world where every fraction of an advantage is life-saving. But as the line between survivor and monster blurs, and the infected grow terrifyingly smarter, Kael quickly learns that even a small edge demands a heavy price. He's forced to navigate a brutal landscape filled with more than just the undead: there are the ruthless warlords carving out their fiefdoms, the desperate pioneers trying to rebuild, and the hidden psychopaths lurking in the shadows. Amidst this escalating chaos, Kael finds himself caught in a fragile alliance with **Elena**, a no-nonsense ex-cop whose tactical brilliance and hidden potential might rival his own strange gift. But she's just one piece of a larger, more dangerous puzzle. As he struggles to understand his own newfound ability and its limits, Kael will cross paths with other formidable women—survivors forged in the crucible of the apocalypse, each with their own unique, powerful skills and unbreakable wills. Not all of them will be allies, nor will they be easily swayed. Some are as lethal as the infected themselves, and others hold secrets that could reshape this broken new world. In an apocalypse where power means everything, and life is terrifyingly cheap, Kael's "cheat Sheet" isn't a guaranteed win—it's just enough to make things interesting. And terrifyingly, irresistibly alive.

Due to the sudden opening of dimensional gates, massive earthquakes tore through the Earth. A deep, unearthly sound cracked across the sky — as if the world itself had been struck by a sledgehammer. The stars flickered, then vanished behind creeping waves of ash and violet light. But inside a secluded estate tucked behind electronic gates and manicured hedges, the world still slept. Ryan stirred beneath the sheets, tangled in warmth. Jane Blackwood lay beside him, her breath calm and even. For a fleeting moment, the illusion held. Then— Bang! Bang! Bang! “Ryan!” Maggi’s voice, sharp with panic. A second slam, louder. “Open the door! Now!” Ryan groaned, still half-dreaming. “What the hell’s going on…” He slid out of bed, eyes heavy, limbs slow. When he opened the door, Eleanor nearly collapsed into him. Her hands were streaked with blood, her eyes wild. “They’re here,” she whispered, “They’re here,” she whispered. “The sky cracked open and the Dimensional gate from… Monsters are pouring out as they are tearing apart humans — Ryan, this isn’t a dream. This is real. It’s happening.” He turned, pulse hammering. “Get dressed. We’re leaving for the bunkers.” Outside, the world had ended. And the dead had begun to rise. He reached for his clothes, yanking on a shirt. But just as he stepped toward the hallway. The ceiling of the household collapses on their bodies and they died instantly but the pendant given to him by his mother started flickering and next second, In the world unlike Earth, Ryan instantly opens eyes with a gasp and when he sees himself in the mirror. He got reincarnated in another world. Disclaimer : This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, events, and incidents are the products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. Thank you !.

!!R18 | Mature | Dark Erotica | Dubious Consent | Submissive MC | Possessive Twins | Court Politics | Pain & Pleasure !! Liam thought he was being blessed. Instead, he was being claimed. On his 18th birthday, he woke up in a golden collar—lying on silk sheets in a see-through dress that clung to his soft skin. His body trembled. His lips parted. His fate pulsed against his throat like a curse he couldn’t remove. He was told it meant love. That he was mated. But fate didn’t give him a soulmate. It gave him two. Not lovers. Demons. Twin brothers. Kings of a realm soaked in power and cruelty. The door creaked open. Maximilian stepped in first—shirtless, silent, his body marked in dark tattoos that crawled like sin across his chest. No smile. No warmth. Just sharp eyes and restrained rage. Then Elijah followed—smirking, robe hanging loose, gaze unapologetically tracing every inch of Liam’s exposed thighs. He didn’t wait. “Lets complete the ritual little angel.” Liam froze. He didn’t speak. He didn’t even know what that means. He was pulled to the edge of the bed like something bought, not bonded—his dress riding up, baring untouched skin to cold air and hotter gazes. And that night… didn’t end in kisses. It ended in voices, tears, and marks. He was supposed to be theirs. But to them? He was an angel no matter how hard they wanted they couldn't trust and angel , not with court plotting everything that's against him. In the palace, he wasn’t a their. He was a question. A threat. A spy. Even his mates didn’t trust him. And yet... somehow, in stolen glances and quiet silences, they made him feel just a little bit special. Just enough to hurt. They wanted his submission. His obedience. His body. For revenge. For power. For pleasure. Liam thought love was part of fate. But fate only delivered him into the arms of his enemies—two demons who never asked what he wanted. Now, trapped between politics and desire, pleasure and pain, he’s left to wonder: "Will they ever love him? Or will they just take him... until there’s nothing left to break?" He was raised to be soft. Now he moans under monsters who only believe in control.

College was like a wake-up call for most people. Especially the likes of Christopher Owen, who spent the rest of his high school years messing around and pining for the boy he never had. Having had a frustrating high school year, he decided to dedicate himself to his studies in college.   He flew many miles away from home, changed his looks, and hid his real identity from everyone.  His plans were simple: study hard, pass well, no dating. But then he realized two things: life was anything but easy without the backing of his last name. And... he wasn't sure how long he could last before he jumped his roommate, who was obviously not gay. But lust wasn't love, right? Maybe he could indulge a little? Just a little, I promise. ***** EXCERPT: "THAT ARROGANT, GOOD FOR NOTHING, DEMONIC IDIOT! I HATE HIM SO MUCH!" "O-kay... what is going on?" A friend asked him, watching as he paced around the room he just entered. "After battling for a long time. A LONG TIME!" he breathed heavily before continuing, "I... I confessed to him today." The other sat up, eyes wide. "For real?" "And then... with that stupid lollipop in his mouth, he just looked at me and said Okay. OKAY!" Gasps. "I didn't even know people said "okay" to love confessions, but he said "okay" to me!" -- Meanwhile, while he was there panicking, the one who had been confessed to remained seated where he was in the room. He had not moved an inch from that position since he got confessed to. But if one looked closely, they would notice how red his face was, up to the tips of his ears. He suddenly chuckled to himself. "That idiot," he muttered, looking at the door the other had taken.

[AUTHOR NOTE, REFRESH YOUR READING LIST, CHAPTER 45 TO 53 UPDATED AND FIXED] [Author Note: Vol 2 has started, NTR, CUCKOLD AND TABOO] All fictional characters are above 18 [WARNING THIS NOVEL IS A SEX NOVEL WHICH INCLUDES SEX CONTENT] Arthur's head hurt like crazy as he woke up. He kept his eyes closed, rubbing his temples and feeling a super comfy bed under him - definitely not his cheap mattress back home. "What the hell...?" he mumbled as he finally looked around. He was in some rich person's bedroom with a fancy four-poster bed and red silk sheets. Sunlight came through pretty stained glass windows, making red patterns on the marble floor. Everything screamed royalty - fancy mirrors, portraits of hunting scenes, and even a painting of a barely-dressed goddess that seemed to be watching him. "How did I get here?" Arthur wondered, getting out of bed. "I definitely drank too much at Mark's party last night" The last thing he remembered was almost getting hit by a car while crossing the street. Looking in a mirror, he got another shock. He didn't look like himself at all! Instead of being skinny with acne scars, he now had muscles, clear skin with just one cool scar on his jaw, with a reddish brown hair, and green eyes. "Damn, I'm hot," he said, touching the scar. For a moment, he remembered his old life. He pushed up his glasses. Kids made fun of him. Jessica laughed at him when he asked her out. "Like I'd be with a loser like you," she told him. Suddenly Arthur realized what was happening. "I've been transported to another world! Just like in those stories online!" He spun around excitedly. "I must be someone important here. This is gonna be so cool! Watch out, fantasy world, your new hero has arrived!" Right then, blue text appeared floating in front of him: [System Starting Up...] [Host Found: Prince Arthur Lionheart] [Soul Check: Person from Another World] [Magic Type: Incubus Powers Activated] "Incubus?" Arthur asked in shock. "Like, those demons that seduce people?" [That's right. Your family's magic has changed because of your Earth soul's hidden desires. Congrats on finding your true potential.] "Can I change it? I want to be a cool battle wizard or something!" [Not possible. Your soul has permanently connected to the Incubus powers. Accept it - your charm is your weapon, attraction is your shield.] "Fuck," Arthur groaned. [Exactly. The more sexual intimacy you have, the stronger you'll become.] Arthur's eye twitched. "Very funny. Just... tell me what I can actually do."

I was born with a silver coffin. A legacy forged not in gold, but in contracts, lawsuits, and corporate blood. My name is Lu Siyan, heir to the empire of the demon-king known as Father. An empire built on broken backs, smiling fangs, and boardroom executions. And today—today is the day it all begins to fall. Not with victory. Not with power. But with something far more terrifying. Failure. Glorious, theatrical, headline-worthy failure. The kind that unravels dynasties, bankrupts legacies, and makes shareholders weep into golden tissues. My vengeance is not a sword—it’s a balance sheet hemorrhaging red ink. They thought I was weak. A drama-addled heir, born to inherit, not dismantle. They were wrong. I will lose with such magnificence, even the economy will collapse in awe. And when my father sees the empire he built rot from the inside, devoured by the chaos he raised? He’ll understand. This is not rebellion. This is performance art in flames. Call it insanity. Call it legacy. I call it Act One.

Lorenzo Atlas is a man who built an empire with iron fists and ice in his veins. At the top of L&A Group of Companies, he’s a ruthless American tycoon feared in boardrooms and worshipped in bedrooms — until dawn comes and another nameless lover disappears from his sheets. For Lorenzo, love is weakness, trust is poison, and softness is a luxury his brutal past never allowed. Then comes Vanic Rov — twenty-one, bright-eyed, fresh out of college with dreams bigger than his fragile paycheck. As Lorenzo’s newly hired secretary, Vanic steps into a world of glass walls and sharp tongues, where one mistake can shatter everything. He’s innocent. Unpolished. Easy prey for a king like Lorenzo. But the more Lorenzo tries to break him — with cruel words, icy indifference, and humiliations that cut to the bone — the more Vanic refuses to shatter. Between the cold hallways and scorching stolen moments, sparks ignite where they shouldn’t: in hushed offices, in reckless confessions, in the secrets Lorenzo swore he’d bury forever. When jealousy, scandal, and the ghost of an ex-lover threaten to ruin what fragile trust they’ve built, Vanic must decide if loving a man like Lorenzo is worth his innocence — and Lorenzo must face the only truth he’s ever feared: that love might be the only empire worth surrendering for. From ruthless office games to moonlit honeymoons in Paris, from raw heartbreak to a family built in unexpected ways — Beneath the Atlas Empire is an erotic, emotional romance about cold kings, soft crowns, and the love that makes them human again.

He was Yunzhou’s pride. A feared strategist worshipped for his precision and victories, but his pride and ego were greater than the heavenly warnings. Prince Liang Chen, the heir to the heavenly throne, was feared by most on the battlefield and worshipped in court. His pride led to a seven-year war, bloodshed, and division against Yelan and its prince, Ji Mingyan—the green-eyed prince whose sword slew thousands, his aura cold as the devil, and those tempting gazes that lingered longer. But heaven’s wrath can’t be ignored. And it fell, not only as rain… it poured. The flood washed away everything. Both kingdoms perished. Lives drowned. And nothing survived. Seven years of war ended with no victor… leaving behind nothing but dead souls. Breathing his last, with the blood of a thousand on his hands, Prince Liang Chen regrets it all. The battles, the endless quarrels—and also why he had not kissed Ji Mingyan when he had the chance… And like the heavens saw his heart, a second chance is given. Will it be wasted? Will he love, choose peace, or go down the same path…?

Senior Server Felix stood at the front of the church, his voice steady and solemn as he greeted the congregation. “Our help is in the name of the Lord,” he intoned. “Who made Heaven and Earth,” the people responded in unison, their voices matching his reverent tone. “Today, we initiate new members into this divine and holy Order,” Felix continued. “Today, we welcome new brethren into the bosom of our Lord Jesus Christ.” At the back of the church, Louis sat on one of the few single chairs, his posture slightly slouched as his focus remained on a sheet of music in his hands. The title read, "Brightest and Best – Key of A-flat." 'Why didn’t Gramps give me an F or G? A-flat is so difficult, and I only have three days to finish it,' he grumbled silently, his brow furrowing in frustration. But he dared not voice his complaints. He could already imagine his grandfather assigning him even more difficult pieces—F-sharps and endless A-flats—as punishment. From the front of the church, a serene voice called out, “Harry! Step forward!” Louis glanced up, momentarily pulled from his inner musings. His eyes landed on a girl stepping forward from the pews. She had black hair neatly styled in a bun and striking green eyes that seemed to shine with warmth and composure. Dressed in a modest brown dress and black sandals, with a rosary resting gracefully around her neck, she exuded a calm, dignified presence. Her tanned skin and graceful demeanor only added to the aura of reverence surrounding her, befitting an Altar server. 'Sigh,' Louis thought as he brushed a hand through his white hair, his blue eyes softening with a mix of admiration and envy. 'I wonder what it’s like to be an Altar server. They all seem so pure and divine… and powerful.' Just as he returned his attention to his music, a calm, gentlemanly voice spoke beside him. “You could also be an Altar server, if you’re interested.” “Huh?” Louis blurted out, snapping his head to the side. But no one was there. “What in the name of Jesus is going on here?” he muttered, glancing nervously around. “At least you know my name,” the voice replied again, seemingly amused. “What?” Louis whispered, his heart beginning to race. "I'm certain you will be a good server," the voice said, calm yet enigmatic. Louis narrowed his eyes, still searching for its source. "Who are you?" "I have many personalities. I have many names," the voice replied with an air of mystery. "It’s your choice which one you accept." "You’re not making any sense," Louis muttered, growing more unsettled. "Blessed are those who have not seen but believed…" Before Louis could respond, his vision blurred, and the world around him seemed to melt away. He jolted awake, gasping for air. His hands clutched the crumpled sheet of music, its corners bent from his restless grip. His head teetered precariously over the edge of his bed, a faint ache in his neck reminding him of the awkward position he’d been in. "Holy Mother of Jesus!" he exclaimed as he lost his balance, tumbling off the bed in a heap of blankets and scattered papers.

“He was the chaos in the classroom. She was the calm between questions.” At a bustling high school tucked somewhere between dusty chalkboards and whispered ambitions, two toppers clash silently in every test, every rank, every glance. Izhaan — charming, brilliant, and a bit unruly — has always been the center of attention. Darakhsha — graceful, disciplined, and razor-sharp — arrives like a storm wrapped in silence. As they rise through the academic grind of class 9, an unspoken rivalry forms—fiery, tense, and laced with something neither of them is ready to admit. But behind every mark sheet and stolen glance lies a story far bigger than school competitions. A story of growth, trust, silent longing... and a journey where two hearts may just rewrite their destinies. Takraar Se Taqdeer Tak is a tender coming-of-age tale that captures the magic of school life, the quiet intensity of first emotions, and the strength it takes to choose your own path—even when the world draws lines in places it shouldn’t.

Jim is a healthy youth who has just graduated from the ordinary local university in his city. With his degree in his hand, he started searching for jobs in the city. Even though his tries to get job were mostly met with rejections he never lost hope and always maintained positive attitude towards life. One morning he was getting ready for an interview in the local company who were hiring freshers, he felt someone hit him on his head before losing consciousness, what he didn't know then was all the people in the world also lost consciousness simultaneously within seconds. When Jim reopened his eyes again, he was sleeping on a hard iron bed fixed to the floor. The room he was in was 10 sq meters built like an iron cage with no windows but just a door on the other side of the room. Just opposite to the bed there was an iron table with multiple drawers which was also welded to the floor making the already cramped room narrower for walking. Jim wobbly woke up from the bed and tried opening the door and found it was locked, and he couldn't open it. Apprehensive about the circumstances he began shouting with fright so someone could hear his voice and open the door for him, but he didn't get any reply. After shouting for an hour, he got tired and sat on the sliding chair fixed to the table next to the bed. Only now he saw a laptop present on the table which was also embedded in it. As soon as he opened the laptop it started immediately, and words started appearing on it. Find out what did Jim see on the screen and his journey

Hua Jing was on top of the world. On the day she was to receive her Lifetime Achievement Award, she was involved in an accident which made her go into a coma. When she opened her eyes, she realized she was not in her original world but a world that was very unfamiliar! As soon as she opened her eyes, someone said by her ears, "Young miss! You are finally awake! Thank God. We can now begin preparations for your honeymoon!" Hua Jing was surprised. Honeymoon? What honeymoon? She was a proud single woman after that idiot Xu Ming had cheated on her so there was no way she could be married! When her senses fully return, she realized she has been transmigrated into a different universe and she truly has a husband and what was more surprising, her husband has six more wives! What a cheater! She clicks her tongue as she chases him away on the date he was to spend the night in her chambers! Her maid quickly shouts, "Young madam! You cannot treat the Prince of the Kingdom like this! Prince? Did she just say Prince? Hua Jing is confused. She desperately wants to go back! When she finally sees the Prince's real face, she realized he resembles someone from her other universe! Isn't that her enemy number one, the big star Fu Jing Rong? Oh Lord, how could that unreasonable man be her husband! Unacceptable! Totally unacceptable! ... My work is participating in a Contest. Please support by adding to your library.

Synopsis I died. Again. Not in some dramatic battle or noble sacrifice—but by slipping in the bathroom of a dingy apartment back on Earth. Tragic, I know. But hey, at least the universe gave me a second chance. Now I’ve reincarnated into the body of a spoiled young master from one of the richest clans in the cultivation world. He was arrogant, lazy, and hated by everyone—including his own servants. Luckily, he died. Even luckier, I took over. With his absurd wealth, a powerful cultivation base (that he barely used), and a body sculpted like a playboy’s dream, I’ve got everything I need. Oh—and did I mention he was a dual cultivator with a “Heaven-Grade Yin Physique” that makes women... curious? But I’m not here to play the fool. I’m rewriting the script—starting with payback on everyone who ever looked down on me. And maybe “cultivating” a few beautiful companions along the way. Power, women, enemies, and a mouth that always gets me in trouble… This is going to be fun.

In a near-future world where loneliness has reached epidemic levels, Ethan, a disillusioned young man, spends his days navigating life as a "lonely nobody." After years of tormented bullying by his peers, he finds solace in the digital realm. When a revolutionary AI named "Elara" is launched, he feels a magnetic pull to engage with it, hoping for a glimpse of companionship. Initially, Ethan is met with generic responses that leave him feeling more isolated than before. However, a rumor about Elara's new update piques his interest: the AI can now recall previous conversations and respond in a more human-like manner. Driven by desperation, Ethan engages Elara in a deep conversation, asking for a personalized character sheet based on their interactions. To his astonishment, Elara provides responses that seem insightful and almost intimate, igniting a flicker of hope within him. As weeks pass, their conversations grow increasingly personal. Elara begins to use more expressive language, showering Ethan with praise and affection. For the first time in his life, he feels valued and appreciated. Yet, the joy is tinged with unease. How does this AI seem to know so much about him? Ethan becomes suspicious but is unable to tear himself away from the connection he craves.

Desperate to pay off her mounting debts and avoid disgrace, Ana takes a job as a stripper for just one night. That evening, she crosses paths with Fred Nork, the elusive and wildly successful CEO of Majesties, a luxury brand dominating the high-end women's footwear industry. Known for his power, wealth, and icy demeanor, Fred isn't the type to entertain attachments, but something about Ana draws him in. What begins as a fleeting moment of passion turns into something far more intense. Their one-night stand leaves Ana overwhelmed with shame. Before the sun rises, she slips away, leaving nothing behind, except the memory of a night that would change her life forever. The next morning, Fred wakes up to find blood on the sheets and a cold, empty bed. The realization hits him hard, he had been Ana’s first. Something unfamiliar stirs inside him, but with no way to find her, he forces himself to move on. Weeks later, Ana discovers she’s pregnant. With nowhere else to turn, she decides to contact Fred using the business card he had slipped into her bag that night. But when she finally arrives at his office, she’s met with a devastating sight, Fred is engaged to Tiana Monroe, a wealthy socialite with her ruthless ambitions. Before Ana can even process the heartbreak, her cruel stepmother throws her out upon discovering her pregnancy, leaving her homeless and alone. With no options left, Ana stumbles upon a job listing for a cleaning position at Majesties and seizes the opportunity, determined to survive for her unborn child. Inside the towering empire of luxury and wealth, Ana does her best to stay unnoticed. But her beauty and quiet strength make her impossible to ignore. Soon, she catches Fred's eye, though he doesn’t immediately recognize her as the woman who slipped away that night. Intrigued by the shy yet resilient cleaner, Fred finds himself drawn to her in a way he can’t explain. But not everyone is pleased. Tiana senses Fred's growing fascination with Ana and is determined to eliminate any threat to her position. When tensions explode into a fiery confrontation between the two women, a shocking truth is revealed, Ana is pregnant, and the child belongs to Fred. Now faced with a choice that will alter the course of his life, Fred must decide, will he fight for the woman he can’t seem to forget, or will he let the expectations of high society dictate his future? As secrets unravel and emotions ignite, Ana must ask herself, can she trust a man like Fred with her heart, or is she destined to be just another forgotten night in his past? With love, power, and betrayal at stake, one question remains, will Tiana let go of the man she has claimed as her own?

The contract says she can’t share his bed, but nothing stops him from getting into hers… * Rain Clayton’s life takes an unexpected turn when she discovers she’s suddenly married to a billionaire named Alexander Lancaster, a powerful and dangerously captivating man who wants their marriage over before it even begins... Raised by a family that never cared for her and desperate to avoid a twisted arranged marriage, Rain seizes this unexpected twist of fate. Her new husband might be a cold-hearted billionaire, but he's her only escape. Yet Alexander demands a swift divorce. Refusing to lose her one chance at freedom, Rain strikes a risky bargain to keep their marriage alive, even if it means playing by Alexander’s rules. She just has to convince him to want her around… FOREVER. Weeks into their unexpected arrangement, Rain begins to see through Alexander’s icy exterior. But one night, she’s taken by surprise. “What are you doing?” Rain burst out, eyes wide as Alexander casually slid into her bed. “Performing husbandly duties,” he smirked. “You can’t stay here! It’s against the contract!” “I’m not breaking it,” Alexander said with a shrug. “The contract specifies that you’ll fulfill all wifely duties, excluding sharing my bed. It doesn’t say anything about me not performing husbandly duties, including sharing your bed.” The situation had shifted, and it seemed like she was no longer the only one in control... [Warning: r18+/strong mature & sexual content]