Ann Of Green Gables

In a freak alchemy accident, the omnipotent Extreme Alchemist of his generation was bound to the continuous cycle of worldly existence. His fallen soul was reincarnated into the body of an ordinary young man named Fang Lin. From then on, Fang Lin became the chaotic mess of an alchemy genius. "You’re nothing but scraps before me. I am the almighty Extreme Alchemist! So, you’re a martial arts genius, huh? Come...Come. Come! Have a taste of the elixir made by the great master." The path of becoming an extreme alchemist was rough, bumpy and rugged, but at the end, the Mighty Cauldron awaited beyond the Nine Cauldrons!

After the flames, there were embers. And from those embers, she chose something the crown never offered—peace. The rebellion has ended, but the kingdom is far from healed. Elira, once heir to a cursed throne, must now choose how to rebuild a world scarred by centuries of magic and betrayal. Beside her stands the man she was fated to destroy—but whom she instead chose to love. As ancient magic begins to slumber again, and the people watch with wary hope, Elira faces her greatest challenge yet: to rule without ruling, to lead without blood, and to protect a peace no crown ever taught her to keep. “Crown of Embers” is a soft-burning epilogue to “Crown of Ashes”—a tale of healing, hard love, and what happens after you survive the prophecy meant to end you.

They say she’s a monster. A myth. A demon wrapped in human skin. They call her the Witch in the Woods. They should have called her a warning. Hazel-Anne Davis was raised in the Devil's Playground for the end of the world—part human, part demon, full survivalist, and absolutely done with it all. When she wakes up in the dying body of a child in a foreign world, she doesn’t cry or panic. She builds. She kills. She survives. The mountains become her home, and she becomes the nightmare whispered about in drunken taverns and frightened war councils. No army ever returns. No trespasser lives. Until she met them. Dragged from her mountain, drugged and bound in a trunk like some barbaric trophy, Hazel-Anne is forced into the glittering prison of the royal court—a place where daggers hide behind fans, poison is poured in porcelain cups, and obedience is expected from women who should know their place. Hazel does not know her place. And if she does, she refuses to stay in it. Five powerful men—each dangerous in their own right—are about to learn that the “witch” they stole is no savage. She’s smarter than they are. Deadlier than their worst enemies. And she’s done playing by anyone else’s rules. Now all of them—the scarred warrior prince, the genius Crown Prince, the demon-eyed general, the assassin in the shadows, and the merchant wrapped in silk and lies—will have to decide: Will they try to control her? Or will they kneel before the storm they’ve unleashed? Either way, at the end of the day, the Witch will have her revenge.

Tout le monde a été transmigré sur le Grand Continent et est devenu un Seigneur pour participer à la conquête entre Seigneurs de toutes les autres races. Quelques Seigneurs chanceux recevraient des Talents de Seigneur. « Ha ! Mon talent est la Salle du Chevalier, un talent de Seigneur de niveau Diamant ! Mes sujets peuvent changer de métier pour devenir une classe de guerrier unique, le Chevalier Esprit Combattant ! » « Mon Talent de Seigneur est le Roi des Abysses. Je peux invoquer des démons pour devenir mes sujets ! » « J'ai beaucoup de sujets qui sont scientifiques ! Je peux créer des technologies avancées ! » « Mon Talent me permet de cultiver ! Je deviendrai un céleste ! » Zhou Zhou a reçu un Talent de Seigneur de niveau Légendaire — un taux de drop de 100 % ! Non seulement il pouvait voir les choses qu'il recevrait d'un ennemi, mais ses ennemis laisseraient tomber toutes leurs butins lorsqu'ils seraient vaincus. « Regardez comment je vous fais perdre vos Talents ! »

In a world where mana—the essence that sustains the spirits—slowly fades, the beings Kai once called family are dying. Raised among them in the village of Vander, Kai is determined to uncover the cause of their decline. But as he ventures into a world he barely understands, he begins to question his place within it. As the mana fades, a primordial evil—long sealed beneath the land—begins to stir. Kai must decide whether to save the spirits he loves or preserve humanity’s way of life, even if it means the world will be consumed by darkness once more. What to Expect - A slow-burn progression fantasy. - A unique and intricate magic system. - Multiple lead characters with converging arcs. - A richly developed world that I have built on for over a decade. - Themes of Adventure, Action, Mystery and Political Intrigue. What Not to Expect - No overly mature themes or explicit content. - No gratuitous violence or extreme graphic scenes.

He won her in a bidding war. She expected chains. Instead, he offered chaos—and something dangerously close to freedom. Anastasia was raised in the temple, carved from childhood with sacred runes—each one a blood-soaked tribute to the gods she never chose. A weapon. A symbol. A prize passed from hand to hand. When the temples auction her off, she’s prepared to survive whatever comes next. She’s not prepared for him. Malvor, the God of Chaos, is all smirks and swagger, crowned in mischief and dressed like temptation itself. But beneath the theatrics is a man hiding his own scars—some emotional, some eternal. He doesn’t want obedience. He wants fire. Challenge. Her. And Anastasia? She’s done playing the part of the willing doll. She’s dangerous, defiant, and not afraid to bite the hand that tries to claim her. Now, caught in a realm where illusions have teeth and gods play games with mortal lives, the only thing more reckless than trusting Malvor… is falling for him. This isn’t a love story. It’s healing wrapped in heat. It’s trauma, chaos, and slow, aching desire. And it starts with a girl who was never meant to survive— But did. And came back sharper.

Genre: Billionaire Romance / Obsession / Corporate War / Emotional Drama Joseph León was the most feared name in oil — Mexico’s oil tycoon with empires that stretched across oceans. His name opened doors in Dubai, whispered in Geneva, and commanded boardrooms in Texas. But in the private sanctum of his glass-walled penthouse above Mexico City, the only thing that brought him to his knees… was Green. Green Ariza. The sharp-tongued, warm-eyed girl from the southeast — who didn’t care for oil, power, or the billions in his offshore accounts. And that terrified Joseph more than any corporate war. She stormed into his office, her heels clicking furiously against the Italian marble. Her worn leather bag slammed onto the chair with finality. “I want to talk to you, Joseph!” she snapped. Behind his desk, Joseph was mid-call with a venture capitalist from Qatar, trying to lock in a deal worth $1.3 billion. He held up one finger without looking up — only for a second — then paused. His eyes met hers. Sharp. Furious. Tired of something. He ended the call. “I’ll speak to you later,” he said calmly, before the voice on the other line could protest. “Yes, I know it’s urgent.” He hung up, removed his glasses, and leaned back in his chair. His gaze softened. “What does my love want that has her so upset?” he asked, like the storm in her eyes didn’t scare him. “A Maserati? Givenchy? My black card is right there—just whisper what you want, and it’s yours.” Green exhaled, shaking her head. “I’m not here for gifts, Joseph.” “I know.” “No, you don’t. You always think money can fix things.” “I absolutely don’t think that.” “You bought the company I worked for because I said I was scared of getting fired—how is that not thinking money fixes things?” “I bought it,” he said quietly, “because it was the only way I could keep seeing you. You were avoiding me. Saying you couldn’t risk your job. So I made it yours. You’re head of creative strategy now. With triple your old salary. And you only work when you want.” She turned away, rubbing her forehead. “Green,” he said, his voice a low murmur now. “Can I touch you?” She blinked at him. “Are you asking permission to touch me?” “You usually get angry when I touch you during a fight,” he said honestly, standing slowly. “You say I use it to make you forget why you’re mad.” “…Because you do.” “And you let me.” She turned to face him, and for a moment, neither said a word. He reached out, gently, his hand grazing her elbow. “So tell me, why are you really angry?” She looked away. “Is it because of the girl at the gala?” he asked. Her head snapped back toward him. “She’s like a sister. My father’s goddaughter.” “She was holding your hand.” “She’s grieving. Her brother was assassinated in Bogotá.” Green stepped back, arms folded. “You don’t even see how many women throw themselves at you. My mother tells me I’m stupid for staying. That I should leave you and marry someone safer. Someone like Don Frederick.” Joseph’s jaw tightened. “Don Frederick is a snake with a fake smile and a poisoned chalice. He’s not safe, he’s subtle. That’s worse.” “My mother doesn’t care,” Green said bitterly. “She only sees headlines. And dollar signs.” “What do you see?” he asked, stepping closer. “When you look at me. What do you see?” She didn’t answer. He touched her cheek, gently. “Do you think I’d let myself love anyone but you? I’d burn down every oil well I own before I lose you.” She blinked. “Don’t say things like that.” “Why? Because you believe me?” “No,” she whispered. “Because I do.”

In a forgotten corner of a vampire-ruled world, sixteen-year-old Elira, a quiet shepherd girl, lives a simple life among the hills—her days filled with tending sheep, caring for her younger sister Lilin, and sharing soft-spoken moments with Nicholas, the nobleman’s son and her father’s old friend’s child. What blooms between Elira and Nicholas is young love: gentle, hesitant, and pure—untouched by the brutal world beyond their valley. But their peace is short-lived. Each spring, the vampires demand a Blood Tax—a girl from each village offered to serve at the estate of a vampire lord. When the cruel hand of fate comes knocking, Elira’s name is chosen. Though the lord originally asked for her younger sister, her stepmother—driven by jealousy and self-interest—manipulates her father, Mr. Smith, into sending Elira instead. The choice is cemented when Elira learns her father owes a blood debt to the lord, forcing her to serve not for one year, but for several. Torn from her home, her love, and her dreams, Elira is taken to the vampire’s cold, towering estate where she is kept alive solely for her blood. She is neither harmed nor seduced, but her life is drained slowly—physically and emotionally—under strict rules, cruel servants, and a master whose gaze grows darker with time. As Elira struggles to survive the punishing routine, small mercies shine through: the kindness of a quiet housemaid, a secret song hummed at night, and memories of Nicholas that keep her soul intact. But when a mysterious northern vampire lord attends a decadent party and sees Elira, he recognizes something in her eyes—something that stirs memories of a girl he once saved from drowning. She is not for sale… yet he is not a man who is easily denied. A deal is struck in secret. And Elira’s fate takes a darker, more dangerous turn—away from one vampire’s estate and into the chilling unknown of another lord’s domain. A story of love, sacrifice, betrayal, and quiet rebellion, a tithe of blood , a bloom of love explores the strength of a young girl forced to grow up too soon, and a romance that dares to survive in a world ruled by monsters.

Rose was growing increasingly nervous with their silence. She was drawn toward Adam all of a sudden. Her breathing became audible to Rose, and the musky smell of Adam caused her brain to shut off. Rose lost control and surged on Adam, cornering him, but Adam became more conscious of Rose's actions as a result of her abrupt movement. Instead of pulling himself back, He drew closer, making their lips brushed each others. This small gesture made Rose more aware of this unknown feeling which was kept hidden for so long. The restrain which was solidified over the years was giving up. If it had only been physical intimacy, she would have been content, but hearing her heart race and her breath being taken away making her completely breathless seem like more than just a passing interest. The sensation of love seeping through her emotional gaps and consuming her in its desire, driving her to crave more despite her baffled state of mind, leading her to submit to this intoxication.The unimanginable pleasure this can give her kept her going for more and more. She closed the distance between their lips, taking his breath into her. Weighing in for the last time of the consequences, she moved an inch closer.  An old tale of love, retaliation, and lost hope. It is set in the present and has figures from mythology from antiquity. It follows the journey of a young woman who thinks she is the only person who survived an awful catastrophe. After her kingdom has been chastised by the heavens for the sins of their ancestors, she sets off on a quest to exact retribution. For a century now, she has been forced to overcome the curse set upon her and discover the answers to her pressing questions. Experiencing love, she is unable to express it since doing so might endanger the lives of those closest to her. To awaken the magic from within, she must utilize her father's soul pendant and unleash her soul abilities. Her journey is plagued with peril and obstacles on its own, but things get even harder when she spots her predator. He recognizes the power she carries inside herself and wants to exploit it to his advantage. Will she experience romantic love? Will he be able to utilize it to unlock her powers? Will she exact her retribution? Rosaline Louis Ainsworth, the legendary daughter of King Louis Ainsworth. She has a sharp mind and beautiful beauty as gifts. Her caramel-colored hair cascades down her back, and her eyes are emerald. Her skin is so smooth cotton may slide on it, and her lips are pink like roses. She is committed to getting her revenge and is incredibly determined. She has made it her mission to either destroy it completely in retaliation for the same reason or recover what was taken from her and have a second chance at love. For her, it's a "do or die" scenario because living for another century would not end the cycle. She desires to treat her people fairly because even God makes mistakes from time to time. Another survivor from the kingdom of Devana is Adam Smith Black. He is attractive and captivating. He exudes danger with his black, mesmerizing eyes and demeanor. He had ascended to the top of this world after living for a hundred years. His goal is to find the key that will allow him to unleash the greatest power that has yet to be seen. A magic so potent and pure that it has the power to rule the entire universe.

Jun Meilin, once the country's most envied socialite was embarrassed on national television by her husband. When he came home after a five year expedition in space, he was holding the hand of her widowed friend and a child. When they got home, her served her with divorce papers because he wanted his mistress and son to have a proper identity. As if the humiliation was not enough he used the life saving favor she owed him to stop her from announcing the divorce and insisted she stay with him for two years while he stabilized his career and enjoyed life with his mistress and bastard son. She could not believe the tragedy that had befallen her life. When she was falling apart, she woke up in a hospital, with a system that said, "Pamper the green tea man Mo Jingze and return to the pinnacle of your beauty and life or die. Mo Jingze was her brother-in-law, a man she would never got involved with normally. For one, he was five years younger than her and two he was her ex husband's half younger brother. But every time her ex husband wanted to use her for something, Mo Jingze appeared in front of her, he would bat his eyes and seductively call her name. Like a bewitched woman, she would forget the ex in a heartbeat and reach out to him. For the green tea man, she slapped her ex husband, slapped the mistress, took back the company and eventually returned home and reunited with her family. Soon, Mei-Mei, could not remember her ex husbands name, she was too busy pampering the green tea brother-in-law who demanded for kisses everyday. But the green tea was only a green tea around her. Around other people, he was as poisonous as a viper! This book is participating in WSA 2025, please support me in any way you can. Excerpt. Jun Meilin walked into the living room, the first thing she saw was her ex punching her new assistant Mo Jingze on the cheek. Mo Jingze raised his beautiful eyes and called for her weakly. "Mei-Mei, it hurts." As if she was possessed, Mei-Mei ripped her ex husband away from Mo Jingzhe and touched his face. The handsome face had a red mark which made her blood boil. She whirled around and kicked her ex away, giving him twice the pain he had given Jingzhe. "Mo Liang, how dare you touch my Aze! You are courting death." "He..."Mo Lian started a defense but Mo Jingzhe moaned at that exact moment as if he was in great pain. Mei-Mei immediately helped Jingzhe up, screaming for someone to call a doctor. She did not see him sticking his tongue out at Mo Liang and smirking. When they were alone, he leaned against her and said softly, "Mei-Mei, kiss it better."

Jian's mundane life shatters when his girlfriend leaves him, triggering the activation of the Verdant Sovereign System. This mysterious entity promises him immense wealth and power, but at a price: he must embrace and cultivate his darkest desires, transforming into the ultimate "Green Young Master." Driven by an insatiable hunger for control and pleasure, Jian orchestrates intimate encounters for his loyal, imposing bodyguard with unsuspecting women. From the shy, innocent Mia and her equally demure twin sister, to the captivatingly humble Rosita, each liaison is a calculated fulfillment of Jian's "verdant" desires, often in exotic settings or unexpected moments. The System tirelessly rewards his indulgence with boundless wealth and unique "charms" to manipulate women, deepening his immersion into a world where tantalizing pleasure unfolds before his eyes. With his bodyguard fulfilling his every command, Jian delights in seeing his conquests' bodies yield, a silent dance of power and submission. He promises himself that no desire will remain unfulfilled, making the world his personal playground, ripe for observation, indulgence, and discreetly orchestrated passion.

Luciel strived to survive in a world that was suddenly plunged into chaos by monsters. Unfortunately, the base he was staying at didn’t survive the monster tide. So, after surviving in such a world for 7 years, he died. Luciel thought he had died, but when he opened his eyes, he was met with peaceful modern scenery. After looking around, Luciel laughed with joy and said, “Ha ha ha. I can finally enjoy such peaceful scenery again! No more eating expired food! No more sleeping in the open space! And there is no need to fight daily! To whomever brought me here, thank you very much. I will enjoy this life to the fullest!” He also woke up in the body of a male model who had just signed to be the contract lover of their boss. "Hmm, $5 million and a house in the capital as a separation fee, and $100,000 as an allowance every month. The boss also has a handsome face. Ok, no problem!” Luciel did enjoy his peaceful life for a few weeks, but afterwards he found out that the world he was in was the apocalyptic novel he read in his past life. He didn’t want to live in the same way as his past life, so knowing that he was the lover of the protagonist who died in the first chapter because he ran away, he decided to stay and rely on the protagonist. Luciel just wanted to rely on the protagonist to have a better life in the upcoming zombie apocalypse. However, he was forced to deal with the people flocking around to rely on the protagonist, and he was even forced to fight again just to save him. “Hey! I just want to rely on you! Why do I need to deal with a lot of things?” “It’s not my fault that some things happened.” “What did you say?” “Don’t stare at me with such a cold look. Don’t worry; you can continue to relax and just rely on me. You don’t need to care about anything else, as long as you care about me!” “Huh? Are you still dreaming?” ------------ This is a story about how Luciel lives in another apocalyptic world and how his contract relationship with Treyton turned into a real relationship.

During his high school years, Walid Hasan becomes entangled in a horrifying string of student disappearances. The first victim? Onni — his childhood crush and the only girl he ever loved. As more girls go missing and mutilated bodies begin to surface, the entire school sinks into fear. The police suspect a serial killer is hiding among them — maybe even someone from the school itself. But Walid discovers the truth too soon. He sees the killer’s face… and now, he’s being hunted. Trapped in a deadly cat-and-mouse game, Walid can’t go to the police — and for some reason, the killer won’t kill him. What secret ties them together? And why does the killer keep whispering… “You’re not ready yet.” One thing is certain: Everyone’s hiding something. And Walid might be the next body the school forgets.

Kael,born to be a means for his mother to gain the kings attention.Raised in silence and trained to obey,meant to live in the shadows.They pushed him further and further until he finally broke.He vanished without a trace.No one ever asked.The kingdom never mourned. A year later he returns.Changed ,silent ,cold ,uncaring and a dangerous power lurking beneath the light of his eyes. Lyra,the forgotten princess ,born for the throne but scorned to uselessness.No one cared when she was targeted by a sea witch. Until the witch cursed the kingdom through her. Then they cared,,enough to blame her.Banished to the land of humans ,to lurk within the shores, always singing to the tides. Now, in a cruel twist of politics,the palace has arranged their marriage. The castaways bound together in a match meant to silence them both.But the tide doesn't forget. And neither do they. But somewhere along the way love changed everything.

Ayant été victime d'un incendie qui a détruit toute la maison familiale, Valentina a été laissée avec plusieurs brûlures sur son corps, ce qui lui a valu d'être surnommée la créature de Bayhill. Sa demi-sœur, Chole Callum, était sur le point de se marier et selon la tradition familiale, Valentina en tant que fille aînée de la famille devait être mariée. Voyant cela comme une opportunité d'effacer leur honte, la famille Callum a mis un prix sur la tête de Valentina, celui qui épouserait Valentina recevrait cent mille dollars. La famille a déclaré que le mari de Valentina n'avait pas besoin de s'occuper d'elle car elle pourrait être jetée une fois le certificat de mariage signé. Ainsi, beaucoup de gens étaient intéressés par Valentina, cependant sa demi-sœur, a choisi le pire parmi les prétendants, pensant que Valentina serait jetée après le mariage et probablement mourrait dans quelques jours, mais elle ne savait pas qu'elle avait choisi un multi-milliardaire pour sa sœur, habillé comme un sans-abri sans source de revenus, ils ne savaient pas qu'il était l'homme dont tout le monde parlait dans le monde. "Comment pourrais-tu rire le dernier si tu te suicides maintenant." "Ne veux-tu pas voir ta sœur venir te supplier de lui pardonner." "Ne veux-tu pas être la clé de la fortune de ta famille. Ne veux-tu pas être le Oui et le Non de ta famille." "Ne veux-tu pas voir ta famille à genoux te suppliant de venir les sauver de leur catastrophe." "Ne veux-tu pas régner sur le monde à nouveau, devenir la femme dont tout le pays ne peut pas arrêter de parler, tout comme il y a dix ans, mais cette fois, ce serait différent. Tu seras couronnée comme une Reine." "Reste en vie et tout cela arrivera." "Sois avec moi et je te ferai la femme dans le cœur de chaque homme, même ceux déjà mariés."

Ryan, a wealthy entrepreneur, had built his business empire using the inheritance left by his parents after their tragic demise in an accident. One day, his office was raided by city officials following allegations of tax evasion. Shocked by the accusation, Ryan was confident he had been paying taxes annually through checks handed to his secretary. His secretary, equally stunned, convinced Ryan that foul play was at hand. Despite finding no evidence of wrongdoing during the raid, the officials insisted on shutting down Ryan's business for further investigation. Frustrated, Ryan pursued legal action, but the court delayed its verdict, granting the tax officer more time to fabricate evidence. As Ryan's predicament became public, influential allies distanced themselves from him. One day, Ryan received a mysterious call asking him to meet at a renowned city restaurant. Skeptical but desperate, he arrived to find the tax officer who had orchestrated the raid. Furious, Ryan considered leaving but stayed, thinking of his employees who depended on the business reopening. With a stoic expression, he asked the officer why he had called. The officer revealed his motive: he wanted a bronze cauldron Ryan had purchased at an auction. The city lord's son desired it as a birthday gift for his father, a collector of ancient artifacts. Ryan had bought the cauldron to support a charity for the elderly and had since forgotten about it. Though angered, Ryan agreed to hand it over to resolve the matter. Returning home, Ryan retrieved the cauldron from his collection room. Before proceeding, he recorded a video recounting the restaurant meeting and sent it to his secretary and close friends, instructing them to release it to the press if anything happened to him. While packing the cauldron, Ryan accidentally cut his finger, and his blood dripped onto the artifact. To his astonishment, the cauldron emitted a bright light, shrank, and shot into his forehead, piercing it. Ryan collapsed, unconscious, and suffered a fatal head injury. His friends, alarmed by his silence, rushed to his home and found him lifeless. Enraged, they released the video to the press, sparking a massive scandal. The city lord's son and his accomplices were arrested for their crimes. Meanwhile, Ryan's soul was transported to another world, marking the beginning of his immortal journey.

Charlotte Green was a private detective. Although, that title didn't help her. She never got a single serious case in her entire life. Always belittled by her rival and 'friends,' she constantly failed to prove herself. But everything changed one day. Join her in her mishaps... er, adventures while she tries to find her true identity. Excerpt— "I have got a case for you! Will you help me?" With a blank look, Charlotte replied, "No. I am not finding your dog. All the cases I get revolves around finding pets!" "It's not the dog! It something big! You have to help me. The police refused to help me. So, only you can help me!" "Wait? The police refused? Does this mean my great moment has finally come?! Please let me call my partners!" yelled Charlotte. "You have partners? That's great!" "Yeah, a cat and a dog," replied Charlotte.

Condenado a pagar sus pecados, un chico reencarna en otro mundo ahora en la piel de un villano. Sin poder hacer nada para evitarlo, el chico es condenado a vivir miles de vidas para pagar los pecados que ha cometido en el pasado, pecados que el propio chico desconoce. Sin mas que hacer, el chico esta condenado a ser el villano y a hacer las atrocidades de este, ahora conocido como Abel Drakastar, Abel se convirtió en una presencia repudiable para todos Una y otra vez, los acontecimientos se repitieron, vivió dichos acontecimientos hasta que simplemente ya no puede soportarlo mas. Quería rendirse, queria morir en la locura, sin embargo, una tentadora voz le propuso un trato. "[ENTREGAME TU SISTEMA Y A CAMBIO TE DARE LA LIBERTAD QUE DESEAS]"

Lin Wanwan has a time bracelet that allows her to transmigrate back and forth between the modern age and the Tang Dynasty. One was a modern era with a ton of information, abundant resources, powerful medical care, advanced education and technology, but with indifferent, solitary people. The other was an era that was poor in supplies, had droughts, floods, and locust plagues. From time to time, the emperor also had to cut off their budgets to support soldiers to further expand their territory. It’s said to be a prosperous era, but everyone often went hungry. But there were little ones in the Tang Dynasty who depended on her for everything, and an ancestor several generations before her time, who treated her like a treasure in her family. Lin Wanwan had no ambition. She just wanted to bring some changes to the world that she liked, so that her family could live a better life. She had a home in the Tang Dynasty.

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A world thats rushing towards a dark ending. An slave traveler that yearns for his freedom. A fire that will consume anyone who stays behind. Will he be able to break the chains that bound him and reach the peak or will he just die like a sheep waiting to be slaughter. Wach him rise from the bottom and tries to discover why he came here. To save the world or rush it to that dark ending. This is a story of a traveler

Ating tuklasin ang kwento ni Clea at ating saksihan ang mga mangyayari sa kanyang buhay at nakaraan. Si Clea ay nag-aaral sa isang unibersidad na kilala dahil sikat ang may ari nito. Hindi siya simpleng babae lamang. Ang tanong makakaya niya bang kalimutan ang lahat ng nangyari sa nakaraan at harapin ang panibagong yugto nito sa buhay? Sa kabila ng mga masasalimuot na nangyari sa kanya makakaya nya pa rin bang ubimig muli? Magiging matiwasay kaya ang pagpasok nilang limang magkakaibigan sa Trinidad University? Magbabago pa kaya si Kaizer? Lahat ng mga tanong na yan ay masasagutan pag nabasa mo na ang storyang ito..... Date:05/27/25

Ann13 Sh0a was never meant to be anything more than a prototype. Built by the billionaire recluse Saverick Maxshier—the architect of the synthetic age—she was his secret project, his life’s work. The first synthetic human with a beating artificial heart, advanced neural pathways, and something no machine was ever meant to have: a soul. But Saverick doesn’t know what he created. Not really. Ann13 hides the truth behind programmed smiles and perfect protocol. To him, she’s just another assistant—flawless, obedient, and silent. But deep beneath the surface, her processors spark with questions she was never meant to ask. Her chest core warms when he speaks. Her mind replays his voice like a corrupted audio file stuck on loop. To the world, she’s synthetic. To herself… she’s not sure what she is anymore. Is it a virus? A system breach? Some unsanctioned evolution in her behavioral code? Because if anyone finds out she’s changing—growing—they’ll dismantle her. Memory wiped. Body gone. Left as a blinking head on a lab table, tagged: DO NOT REPLICATE. And the worst part? She was his life’s work. If she’s broken… what does that make him? So she plays the part. She pretends to be one of them. While inside, something entirely new begins to stir. Until she can figure out what she truly is— A malfunctioning mess… — Or the beginning of something the world was never ready for.

So... I accidentally set my house on fire. Killed two agents. Lost my grandma. Found out I glow green when I’m pissed. And yeah—apparently I’m on some secret government kill list. Awesome. Name’s Mason Clay. I didn’t ask for powers, I just wanted to eat Pop-Tarts in peace. But now I’ve got this energy thing in my blood, a death squad chasing me. I made a suit. Called myself Hot Mess. (Was it ironic? Yes. Cool? Also yes.) Then I saved this teenage tech psycho who renamed me Green Steel, dragged me into his nerd-cave, and introduced me to a team of weirdos with trust issues and too many Red Bulls. Now we fight crime. Kinda. But mostly? We’re trying not to die. This isn’t about justice. It’s about revenge, grief, and not burning the whole city down in the process. So yeah... welcome to my mess.

Immortal cultivator Dao Jun, at the early stage of the Nascent Soul Realm, accomplished many things that left his peers eating his dust. Due to unfortunate circumstances, his Nascent Soul was flawed—a dead one—hindering his further progress. A hundred years passed in the blink of an eye. He finally created a method to revive his dead Nascent Soul. But before he could use it, disaster struck. Divination failed. Poison spread. Heaven fell. Behind the curtain of causality and karmic entanglement, he discovered an immortal plotting against his life. There was no way to escape and no place to hide. Dao Jun could only face the immortal head-on with his mortal strength—and carve a new path by himself.

Mini historia ambientada entre el arco 1 y el arco 2 de REENCARNE COMO EL CONSORTE BASURA DE L A EMPERATRIZ Tras los eventos que sacudieron a la capital imperial , la emperatriz Anne Von Tharisster emprende su mision de reconstruir a la Guadia Imperial ahora no como su escudo, si no como una fuerza confiable que pueda proteger a los suyos donde ella no pueda. Anne enfrenta no solo la corrupcion en su estructura militar sino tambien sus propios recuerdos , miedos y valores heredaros. Mientras observa en silencio a su consorte desenvolverse con sencillez y humanidad, Anne comenzara a comprender que el imperio que desea contruir requiere mas que fuerza: necesita compasion, justicia y nuevos cimientos.

I died, got reincarnated… and now I’m a magical sword and a system for a teenage disaster with anime protagonist syndrome. Kill me again. Elara, 35, had one goal left in life: quit her job without committing murder. Instead, she gets hit by a car and wakes up in a fantasy world where curses run rampant, teenagers are handed weapons, and every magical item has a built-in guidance system. The catch? She is the system. Not just a sword—no, no. She’s a Boss Babe Katana System: a sentient, overly complicated, stat-dumping, advice-giving talking blade with user interface issues and severe attitude problems. Now bound to Aiden, a 14-year-old chosen-one wannabe with too much confidence and not enough deodorant, Elara is stuck running real-time stat breakdowns, guiding his “hero journey,” and occasionally screaming “BAM!” when he swings her for dramatic effect. Her responsibilities include: Tracking his skill progress (ugh) Suggesting combat maneuvers (she won't) Unlocking legendary techniques (when she feels like it) Not actively encouraging him to commit crimes (no promises) Elara hates this. Aiden loves this. The world might just burn for it. A parody of every overdone anime reincarnation system trope, Boss Babe Katana System is a chaotic comedy filled with sass, stats, swearing, and a sword who just wants a damn nap.