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Married by Mistake to the Ice-Cold CEO Ella Carter is at rock bottom. Broke, jobless, and desperate to pay off her debts, she agrees to a shady but simple deal—sign a fake marriage contract in exchange for a life-changing sum of money. It’s supposed to be a harmless formality, just a few signatures, and she’s free. But when she wakes up the next morning, she’s no longer a fake wife. She’s legally married to Adrian Blackwood, the ruthless billionaire CEO with a heart of ice and a glare that could freeze fire. Worse, he believes she’s nothing more than a conniving gold digger who trapped him into this marriage. Determined to end their arrangement as soon as possible, Adrian is cold, cruel, and utterly unshaken by Ella’s protests. He wants her gone. But there’s one problem—she refuses to be intimidated. Unlike everyone else in his life, she fights back, and to his shock, she actually wins their battles. The more they argue, the more their tension ignites. And the more Adrian tries to push her away, the more he finds himself drawn to her defiant spirit, her fire, her ability to see the man behind the icy mask. But when secrets come to light and enemies lurk in the shadows, their marriage of convenience becomes a battlefield of trust, passion, and betrayal. Will Adrian let down his walls and accept the one woman who dares to stand by his side? Or will Ella walk away before she loses her heart to a man who never planned to keep her? One mistake. One contract. One marriage neither of them saw coming.

HEED MY ADVICE, TO ALL WHO WILL LISTEN, THE FURY OF A WOMAN WHO LIVES ON REVENGE, EVEN IN THE FACE OF DEATH, IS A RECKONING THAT SPARES NO ONE. The Dukedom Heiress Luella Van-Rensselaer thought that by doing everything her family needed, she would have the beautiful and loving family she had always wanted. However, she ends up getting betrayed by her own twin sister and her fiancé. Having gotten fed up with her family and how badly they had put her through, Luella wishes for death, which her sister gives to her as she ends up dying in the hands of her sister and fiancé. Finally, finding the peace she had always wanted, she wakes up to when she was eighteen (18) years old as the funeral service of her father. And now filled with nothing but rage and memories of her past, she now aims to destroy the entire dukedom with its name. The Van-Rensselaer dukedom will end WITH her and BY her. ~+~ A MAN WHO LOVES HIS WOMAN WITH NO POWER OR WEALTH IS NOTHING BUT A DREAMER; BUT A MAN WHO LOVES HIS WOMAN WITH POWER AND WEALTH IS A PROTECTOR, WORTHY TO BE BY HER SIDE. And that was what Grand Duke Ozed Rhinelander was. A man who went to war for his woman, accumulated wealth for his woman, lives for his woman. And he would kill for his woman. When Luella decides to take revenge on her family, she goes to one person she fully trusts. ~+~ ~Fragment~ "Do you want this?" His voice was low, almost a growl, but there was a hint of something else beneath — something that made her heart skip a beat. She swallowed hard, her throat dry. The question hung in the air between them, heavy and tangible. "I… I don't know," She finally answered, her voice barely above a whisper. His lips curled into a smirk, a slow, dangerous smile that sent shivers down her spine. "Liar" he murmured, his voice a deep rumble that vibrated through her. "You want this. You want me." She opened her mouth to protest, to deny it, but he didn't give her a chance. His hand shot out, gripping her chin roughly, forcing her to look up at him. "Do you want me to prove it?" He asked, his voice dripping with challenge. ~+~ Tags: #Revenge #Strongfemalelead, #norape, #reincarnation, #Fakeidentity, #EdwardianEra, #VampireRomance #Smut #Supernaturalpowers #magic #darkfantasy #long-distance pining (The main characters are aware of each other's feelings but can't be physically be together yet. IN THE BEGINNING CHAPTERS). ~+~ Cover is mine. DO NOT USE ____ @AR

Hang out with Senior Sister, commit sins twice a day. Book transmigration female lead VS reborn antagonist male lead 1v1 pure love * After the antagonist Demon Lord Yuezheng Yan reborn, he planned to follow the trajectory of his past life, to bloodily cleanse the hypocritical Master at Cloud Nine Peak and exterminate his malevolent original family. But on the first day of joining the sect, he was hoodwinked by a Senior Sister he had not met in his previous life and ended up at Xiaoyao Peak. The Senior Sister said, “Join Xiaoyao, and I'll have your back, Junior Brother. All you need to do is be happy.” Yuezheng Yan nodded and believed her... evil intentions! 3 two-hour periods after joining Xiaoyao, he was buried alive by Lu Xingyan's alchemical explosion that destroyed his Immortal's Cave. 4 two-hour periods after joining Xiaoyao, he was turned into a snowman and had his hair scorched by Lu Xingyan. 12 two-hour periods after joining Xiaoyao, he was brainwashed by Lu Xingyan and even did odd jobs for her. Whenever he protested, Lu Xingyan would look at him gently, “Senior Sister is doing this for your own good.” Yuezheng Yan scoffed at this. Nice try, Lu Xingyan. Do you think I can't hear your mind? Your mouth says you love me, but your heart and that Old Sixth System scheme every day to stab me to death. You escape first when the auction house explodes. You don’t care when your Junior Brother is struck by lightning. You don't even bother to pull me out when I fall into the water. Claiming you're tired and need to rest, yet you go off to enact a tearful reunion with the original female lead, your White Moonlight, displaying your deep affection! You're having a great time. Leaving me squatting on the ground, digging Poisonous Mushrooms for you until my hand cramps. Once I return to the Magic Realm, I'll send you to cultivate Magic Lotus! Yuezheng Yan sullenly returned to the Magic Realm. Until one day, he overheard a conversation between Lu Xingyan and the Old Sixth System. Old Sixth: Host, the Little Antagonist has betrayed Xiaoyao Peak and run off to the Magic Realm. We’ll replace him with a more obedient Little Antagonist for you~ Yuezheng Yan: Old Sixth, shut up! Senior Sister, don't replace me. I'm rolling back right now.

[Super Sweet] -------- Upon her return to the homeland, YuXi unexpectedly locks horns with her nemesis, Gu Linhan, setting off a chain of comedic catastrophes. "Mr. Gu, Miss Yu has made a scene at the celebration, and Miss Shen is not unscathed." "Mr. Gu, it seems Miss Yu has inadvertently sold your company..." "Mr. Gu, the family patriarch's prized new robot has fallen victim to Miss Yu's misadventures..." Each incident prompts Gu Linhan to close his eyes, reminding himself with a mix of exasperation and resolve: "The wife I chose, I must love through thick and thin." ------------ YuXi and Gu Linhan are the quintessential odd couple, whose long-standing animosity is challenged by YuXi's unexpected pregnancy. YuXi is determined to terminate the pregnancy and cut ties, but Gu Linhan, despite his protests and gruff demeanor, is deeply smitten.

Kane staggered through the smoldering ruins of his kingdom, his vision swimming with blood and sweat. Every muscle screamed in protest, every step faltered, but the pain was a distant echo compared to the void in his chest. The imperial prince had razed it all—the palace, the people, everything Kane had ever known. His father’s stern voice, his mother’s gentle touch, the warriors who had once sworn to protect them—all silenced, their dying cries still ringing in his ears. But there was one person he couldn’t let go of. “Julia…” His voice rasped, barely audible over the crackling flames. His heart thudded unevenly as he lurched across the battlefield, the air thick with the stench of death. His sister had been his beacon in this crumbling world, the only one who saw strength in him despite his failings. He clung to a fragile hope that she might still be alive. That hope shattered when he found her. By the lake’s edge, where the water mirrored the flickering flames, Julia lay motionless on the cold earth. Kane’s breath caught, his legs giving out as he dropped to his knees beside her. Her golden hair, once radiant, was tangled with dirt and blood. Her pale skin was marred with bruises, her body exposed—stripped of the dignity she’d carried so effortlessly in life. The imperial prince hadn’t just taken her life; he’d handed her to his soldiers like a trophy, a final cruelty that twisted Kane’s grief into rage. “No… no…” His voice cracked, tears spilling down his ash-streaked face. With trembling hands, he tore off his own tattered shirt—the last remnant of the prince he’d once been. It wasn’t much, but he couldn’t leave her like this. Gently, he draped the fabric over her fragile form, shielding her from the world that had betrayed her. His fingers lingered on the cloth, as if he could somehow give her back the peace she deserved. “I’m sorry, Julia,” he whispered, his throat tight with sobs. “I wasn’t strong enough to protect you…” Guilt gnawed at him, sharper than the wounds seeping through his torn clothes. He had failed her, failed them all—his family, his kingdom, himself. What was left for him now? Ignoring the fire in his limbs, Kane clawed at the dirt with his bare hands, digging a shallow grave. Each handful of earth sent jolts of pain through his battered body, but he welcomed it. She deserved more than this—a proper burial, a monument—but this was all he could offer. As he laid her inside and covered her with soil, his vision blurred, his strength fading. His injuries were too deep, the vial of salve in his pocket too meager to save him. It could dull the pain, perhaps, but he didn’t want that. He didn’t deserve it. When the grave was finished, Kane collapsed beside it, his chest heaving with shallow breaths. Death hovered close, and he was ready to let it take him. Then, a glint of gold caught his eye. Something plumm

A young doctor never thought that, by taking his Hippocratic oath, he would give his life to save a little girl who, while chasing a balloon, crossed the street without realizing that a truck was going to run her over. At the moment when his body flew out from the impact, it was as if his mind was freed and he no longer felt his body, all his life memories passed in an instant, and with a smile, he felt no regrets about dying. As an orphan, he spent his life studying and working to pay for his studies, he managed to graduate as a doctor and had planned to study a specialty. But fate would not give him the opportunity, without family or girlfriend, he left nothing behind but life insurance, which would fall to the orphanage that raised him and that he knows would be of great help. But when he thought that his mind would vanish forever, as an atheist, his firmness in not believing in gods or anything paranormal, hit him out of nowhere, telling him that he was wrong. Or rather, the blow was so real and on his buttocks, when he wanted to protest, he could only let out a cry. And he realized that he had been reborn. Now, he faces this new life, and with a family at last. He can feel the joy of living again. And to his surprise, this is a world of magic and swords. A fantasy world with a modern style. But something is wrong with this world! Women rule here and the few men are actually flowers and treasures that are sought and pursued by women. Who pamper and care for them as if a man would care for a woman! But the surprise doesn't end here! Follow my story of how a man has to show his manly worth and find his place in this world of women! WARNING!!! Please note that this is a story with futa on male, and male on female, R-18 novel. If the content is not to your liking, please do not read and do not report, you can contact my email with comments and criticisms with respect and cordiality. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- _______________________________________________________________________ Additional Tags - Male Protagonist, Harem, Love, Action, Romance, R18, Futa on Male, Beautiful Female Lead.

Rowan sees beauty in death. The Order he has sworn to obey only sees defilement. As the reviled Caretaker of the Order, Rowan has accepted his role as a dutiful outcast because he believes it is the only way to prove his worth to the man who holds his sisters’ souls as collateral. With his magic and his voice, Rowan can absorb death and transform it, but only in ways the Order deems acceptable to maintain the stability of the reality it claims to protect Order must subdue Disorder. Reality must triumph over illusion. He is tainted and always will be. Rowan has never questioned those lessons, but that changes the night he harvests a crimson soul that is more than human and chooses to keep it a secret. When Rowan’s song transforms that soul into a beautiful and mysterious man he names Wren, he is forced to accept that sometimes duty is a lie and illusion is the only thing you can trust. As the fabric of the Order begins to unwind and a new kind of Disorder takes hold, Rowan will need to choose again, stand with the Order that held him down, or forge a new path with Wren at his side. He may be the only one who can restore balance to the worlds, but only if he can find balance within himself first. ************************************* Updates 3-4 times per week. Note: This story focuses on relationships. I promise an epic romance, lots of swoon-worthy moments, and a healthy amount of fluff. When it does get steamy…you might get burned. Fair warning for explicit content. I don’t shy away from my spice. There are lots of side characters and couples to fall in love with, in addition to the main couple. If you love the idea of found family, you will be happy. This book is set in a non-heteronormative world, so you will see various gender identities/expressions and types of love. ************************************* Excerpt (if you want the full steamy version, you will have to read the book!): Still reeling from the new magic that coursed under his skin and unsure of how to react to the desire that threatened to take control of him, Rowan froze. Wren's hot breath against his mouth sent a jolt of pleasure through his body, and he choked back a groan. A different kind of panic flared in Rowan's chest, burning him as if he were the one on fire. This was what he wanted, what he'd thought about every night since Wren left. But wanting more was one thing. Acting on it was another. He'd spent so much of his life hiding, he didn't know how to do anything else. One corner of Wren's mouth twitched as Rowan pulled away. When he attempted to free himself from Wren's grasp, Wren just hauled him closer. Rowan liked that he didn't have to think about what to do next. His bare chest thudded against Wren's torso, and the heat from Wren's body merged with Rowan's skin, melting him from the inside out. "What did you just do to me?" Wren's deep voice vibrated against Rowan's chest. "The Disorder of your illusion was holding you captive. I…I absorbed it." "Oh? Where did you learn to do that? Have I been gone that long?" Wren's grip loosened slightly on Rowan's wrists as if he was satisfied now that Rowan was practically sitting on top him. Rowan stared at Wren's lips. He opened his mouth to protest, but immediately closed it again. "I know you aren't going to say that I shouldn't touch you." Wren's free hand splayed over the small of Rowan's back. "Not when you started it." Rowan's breath hitched. "No. I'm not going to say that anymore. Not to you." "I thought you were afraid to be touched." Wren's fingers traced a circle over the curve of Rowan's spine as if testing for a reaction. "I know that I'm not afraid of you." Rowan waited for the panic to set in, but all he felt was desire. "With you, I want…" "You want what?" "I want more." Triumph flared in Wren's gaze before he narrowed his eyes. "Really? Then why are you still trying to get away from me?"

I can't help falling for you. you've unraveled me in ways I never thought possible... -------------- Imagine you go to work like every other day, but you never expected to confront an agent of death, an event that will change your life forever. Natasha was having a regular day at work until life threw a curveball—she meet and confronts Drogen, a grim reaper, in the garage, talk about tough luck. And just when things couldn’t get any worse… bam! a car crash. Dead? Yeah. But not for long. Drogen broke every grim reaper rule and brought her back to life, convinced she was the key to ending his curse. Now they’re bound by a blood pact, and things start getting weird. Natasha experiences flashes of a forgotten past—a past that’s somehow tied to Drogen. A meeting that started with fear and death soon transforms into a sweet, passionate love experience that neither of them could resist and she finds herself helplessly falling in love with this mysterious being. But here's the thing, these two were never supposed to meet again. Excerpt: Drogen's expression softened as he stared down at her lips, a rare glimpse of raw desire shining in his eyes. "You know," he began, his voice dropping to a whisper, "I've been desperately wanting to do this since you hugged me." Before she could protest, his lips claimed hers, soft but insistent, catching her completely off guard. Her breath hitched as his tongue teased hers, coaxing a response. She froze for a moment, her heart racing wildly, but as his warmth enveloped her, she gave in, kissing him back. Her hesitation melted away as his touch deepened, slow and gentle, yet ignited sparks through her whole being. His hands found her waist, pulling her closer until there was no space left between them. She gasped softly when she felt his bulge pressed hard against her, her cheeks heating in response. He didn't seem to care—if anything, it turned him on even more. His grip tightened as though he couldn't get enough of her, his kisses growing bolder, more demanding, yet still carrying an undeniable tenderness. Her fingers gripped his shirt for balance, holding on as the intensity of his touch left her breathless. He kissed her like he was savoring her, like every second mattered, and it sent a thrill through her. Every brush of his lips, every press of his body against hers, made her forget where she was. All she could feel was him. Finally, he pulled back, their foreheads resting together as they tried to catch their breath. His voice was low and rough, full of longing. "You're driving me crazy, Nat." Her lips were still tingling from his kisses as she met his gaze, her own voice trembling but steady. "Then don't stop." His dark eyes blazed with desire, and a faint smile touched his lips. "You don't know what you're asking for," he murmured, his hand slipping lower, his touch firm yet careful, as if she might disappear if he wasn't careful. "Maybe I do," she whispered, a small smile playing on her lips despite the way her heart pounded in her chest. Something in his expression softened, but the hunger in his eyes remained. She had undone him completely, and for once, he didn't want to fight it. Whatever this was, he wasn't letting go, and neither was she. For fans of forbidden love, a rebellious heroine, steamy romance, dark fantasy, a tragic past life and happy endings, this book is for you TRIGGER WARNING: This book contains R18 scenes, detailed descriptions of violence, cruelty, murder and death.

"But sir," she protested weakly, her voice laced with lust, "I thought... I thought that was my punishment." Mr. Kapoor chuckled darkly, his hand coming down in a swift slap that made her yelp. "Shut up," he barked, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "You're going to get more than you bargained for." His hand traced the reddened marks on her skin, his fingers lingering on the most sensitive areas. Shreya felt a shiver of anticipation as she bent over the desk again, her legs spread wide. She could feel the cool air against her wet pussy, her thong now soaked with his juices. Mr. Kapoor stepped closer, his hand moving to the small of her back, pushing her down even further. "You liked that?" he murmured, his voice a seductive whisper. "Yes, sir," she replied, her voice a breathless pant. She couldn't believe the words that were coming out of her mouth, but she couldn't deny the truth of them. Every part of her was on fire, desperate for more of his touch. Mr. Kapoor's hand slid down her back, his fingers toying with the waistband of her skirt. "You've been a very naughty girl, Shreya," he murmured, his voice a dark caress. "I think it's time for a more... creative punishment." Shreya's heart skipped a beat as she felt something cold and hard press against her pussy. She glanced over her shoulder to see Mr. Kapoor holding a highlighter, the neon pink color glinting in the light. "What are you doing, sir?" she asked, her voice a tremble. "Punishing you," he replied, his voice a low, dark promise. "And I want to hear you beg for it." He pushed the highlighter inside her, the plastic sliding easily through her wetness. She gasped, her eyes widening in shock and pleasure. It was an unusual sensation, something she had never experienced before. Mr. Kapoor began to move the highlighter in and out of her, the friction sending waves of pleasure through her body. "Tell me, slut," he whispered, his voice thick with lust. "Does it feel good to have my highlighter in your cunt?" Shreya whimpered, unable to form coherent words. She had never felt anything like this before, the taboo nature of the act only heightening her arousal. "Y-yes, sir," she managed to stutter, her voice shaky. "It feels... it feels amazing." Mr. Kapoor chuckled, his hand moving the highlighter faster. "You're going to love what comes next"

The grip he has on my hair loosens as he kneads my nipple between his thumb and index finger. My back is now arching forward, leaning into his touch. I want more. He chuckles in response. His breath coats my neck as he does so. "So needy," he taunts me before he removes his hands from my body. I'm ready to protest against the loss of his touch, but before I can, he grips my shoulders in his warm palms, pushing me back onto the sheets and pillows. I shudder in delight. Our eyes connect, and I feel the fire in my body ignite from how he looks at me. His eyes scan my body for a fleeting moment before he grabs the blanket and pulls it up.  "Spread your legs," he demands. His tone was low and husky. I comply, and he rewards me with a grin that says everything he doesn't need to say out loud. "You're perfect," he says in a whisper as he crawls further onto the bed between my legs. He's hovering over me. One hand cups my face as he leans down, resting his other arm on his elbow next to my face.  My fingers are tracing the outline of his toned abs. Enjoying the goosebumps rippling across his skin as a result. I watch as he closes his eyes, taking a moment to absorb this feeling before closing the gap between our lips. His lips are delicious.  "Mmm," I hummed against his lips. He deepens the kiss, sliding his tongue in my mouth. Our tongues collided like a happy accident. I slide my fingers up his chest and wrap my hands around the back of his neck, pulling him closer to me. He groans in response, vibrating against my lips. His dick is hard and pressed against my core, making it throb with need.  --------------- Phoenix was adopted by humans as a baby. She grew up in a small rural territory knowing nothing of her species or what the future held for her. She soon meets her 'mate' and discovers the secrets her human parents had kept from her all these years. In a fit, she runs away to discover that more than one man held the mate bond with her. Her first mate spent years trying to hunt her down just to find her with another fated mate. Devastated and broken he decides that he will reject her, but she becomes a target of evil no one understands. Both of her mates reluctantly stick together to keep her safe and now they are all stuck under one roof, can they figure out their differences? Will she choose her first or second mate? Or is there a third mate that is her true destiny?

Before she dies she made a promise to god that if she get a chance she will never be a toy of her stepsister. Song Xioa is a extremely beautiful women where everyone from school to college will fall for her if they glance at her the second time. She always thought she was living in blissful life with a lovingly father , mother and sister until she identifies the true faces of them. Her sister or we could say vicious step siter was jealous of her every time she see the affection her stepsister getting from others. Even though she is not related to her by blood Song Xioa loved as her sister and always given to her every time with aware that her life is falling down and down. If her sister Song Ci wants her bag Song Xioa will give it to her with a happy face, if she ask her to share her father with her will also approve by her living like that until she wants her boyfriend. This time Song Xioa was having second thoughts and she discussed this with her family. But the family gluing to the concept that Song Ci is always right no matter what the circumstance. Even if she is not ready she agreed to her sister request after continuous pestering by her family and her boyfriend. But at that moment her father announced most terrifying news to her. Which is none other than her marriage alliance with the famous powerful family FU. The Song family desperate need of business and money to secure their place in high decided to sell her daughter to them with even asking her. In her past life she protested it but still married the cold blooded first young master Fu Yehan. But after the marriage she was not having a peaceful life because of her own action which anger the Fu family and also because of her stepsister plan to destroy her life made her marriage life a living hell. After dyeing a horrible death in her stepsister and her lover hand she understand that all her life was just a toy to her family. once she though could be her loving family is full of malicious people and the one she though malicious was good people.......but its too late to regret it now she was waiting for the grim reaper to appear before her to leave this fucking hell. Maybe because of her pray the god gives her a second chance to live her life. This time she decided to live her life simply happy. She decided to make so much money with her talent in designing, hacking and car racing but... there is one problem even in her second life she were not able to escape her marriage with her cold husband Fu. She transmigrated to the day of their wedding morning if she was return one week before she would have escaped this situation but alas if she backed down now the entire Fu family will hate her of embarrassing the Fu family publicly. So decided to marry Fu Yehan and think about the divorce after this what if she able to make the most powerful man fall for her? That could be the best for her revenge but that could be a more difficult path since she is aware of how much cold he is so she decided to drop the idea and live a healthy life. But why did her husband and his family is looking at her more lovingly... they should hate her right? why is her husband is more shameless ? where is the cold husband she knew? why everything is twisted this time? ****** Song Xioa: We can sign a contract for one year to be in your marriage after one year we can divorce Fu Yehan : Yeah sure. After one year Song Xioa : the one year contract is finished when you are free come to the civil affairs bureau to get a divorce. Fu Yehan : Forget about the divorce, wife after all that happened in our bedroom you still want to divorce me then I thing my performace was not good yesterday night Song Xioa: what! no that's not I told. Fu Yehan : No worries wife, tonight I will make you forget about the divorce.

In a world ravaged by chaos and loneliness, John's life lacked purpose and meaning. The constant protests outside his apartment mirrored the turmoil within him, their noise a haunting reminder of the unrest he couldn't escape. Lost in unemployment and isolation, John sought refuge in virtual realms, where he could momentarily escape reality. Yet, his existence felt empty, like an abandoned canvas waiting for a painter's touch. With each passing day, he robotically navigated life, seeking something more. In an unexpected twist of events, a sudden explosion shattered his life, leaving him floating in a mysterious void. As panic threatened to consume him, an otherworldly voice offered him an enigmatic opportunity—to rewrite his destiny, to embrace a higher purpose. With unwavering determination, John accepted the offer, and a blinding light transported him to a new reality. His consciousness had returned, but his senses felt foreign, devoid of sight. Instead, he sensed momentous events unfolding—a significant figure being born, destined to become the emperor of a crumbling empire. John VIII Palaiologos, a historical figure tasked with confronting the mighty Ottoman Empire, was now the role he inhabited. As he grappled with his newfound identity and the weight of his responsibilities, he realized that his journey had just begun. The fate of an empire rested on his shoulders, and he was determined to shape history in a way that would bring hope and transformation to his world. --------------------------------------------- [Author Note:] Updates: 3-4 chapters/week *Miss me? Don't be, I'll be much busier than last time, but do try to write, somehow, I might be a tad below my chapters expectation for a couple of weeks depending on how busy I am.* Cheers!

What if one night you woke up to the sound of gunshots, your heart racing, but you couldn’t see anything in the dark? What if, by morning, your father’s dead body was found in a drainage, with seven gunshots in his body, and no answers in sight? Sixteen years ago, that’s exactly what happened to Evan. A violent attack struck the nation’s most secure military cantonment, killing his father and several high-ranking army officers. The government quickly swept it under the rug, closing the case with no farther investigation. A few protests sparked, then faded. No questions, no answers. Everyone forgot. Now, Evan Baydoun is the country’s top detective in the CB (Crime Branch) unit, but the past still haunts him. Every case is a distraction from the one that never left his mind. Who killed his father? Why were they never caught? And what was the real reason behind the attack? As Evan digs deeper, he uncovers a truth darker than he ever imagined. The deeper he goes, the closer he gets to powerful enemies who will stop at nothing to keep their secrets buried. Will Evan Baydoun uncover the truth, or will he become the next lost case?

Victoria has firmly established herself with her ex-girlfriend Isabelle—no second chances, no dates. Isabelle, though, is not easily discouraged, and each year she returns with flowers and relentless charm, attempting to win Victoria's heart once more. This year, following much protesting, Victoria agrees to a last date but only on the understanding that Isabelle will leave her be after. What should have been a quiet night out turns into anything but, as old emotions resurface, flirtatious tension begin, and the two women are compelled to face the unfinished business between them. Will this date be the last nail in the coffin of their history, or the first step towards something new?

Year 2147, in the fictional parallel Earth world of Altara, the nation of Erevania has entrusted nearly every aspect of governance to a hyper advanced AI system named Athena. Modeled after the Greek goddess of wisdom, Athena has served as the nation's central decision-maker for decades, handling everything from resource allocation to policy creation with unmatched precision and fairness. The system’s most celebrated role is selecting the nation’s leader—a position it chooses based on rigorous data analysis, ensuring the chosen individual possesses the traits necessary to guide Erevania through future challenges. When Athena announces its selection for the 18th ruler, the nation is stunned: the chosen candidate is Darius Kael, a convicted felon serving a life sentence for hacking, fraud, and grand larceny. Athena defends its decision, asserting that Darius is the only individual capable of addressing an imminent crisis threatening Erevania. However, this revelation sparks nationwide protests, revealing deep-seated corruption, distrust, and a rift between Erevania’s ruling elites and its people. As the nation grapples with Athena's decision, Darius must confront his own past and decide whether to rise to the occasion or succumb to his old ways.

Synopsis: The Beat of Equity In the city of Vellor, a stark divide separates the wealthy elite from the impoverished slums, where hope is scarce, and survival is a daily struggle. Amidst this inequality, a young woman named Rani hears two distinct rhythms: the luxurious beats of the rich and the faint, defiant thrum of the oppressed. Raised in the slums by her father, a former master drummer, Rani inherits his drumsticks with a message: “The beat of equity must be heard.” As Rani grows, her powerful rhythms resonate through the streets of Vellor, echoing a call for justice and equality. Despite performing at high society galas, the elite dismiss her music as mere entertainment, blind to the profound message within. But Rani’s drumming becomes a force of rebellion, uniting the poor in a movement for change. When the oppressed rise up, their drums growing louder and stronger, the wealthy are forced to confront the truth of their systemic inequality. As the protests intensify, the elite are shaken by the power of the drums, and a transformation begins in the city. Laws are enacted to redistribute wealth, improve healthcare, and provide education for the marginalized. The drums of equity become a symbol of unity, reminding everyone that equality is not just a distant dream but a rhythm that must be heard and embraced by all. Years later, the drums of equity continue to beat through Vellor, no longer a sound of rebellion but one of celebration and progress. The legacy of Rani and her father lives on, proving that when the rhythms of justice and equality are heard, change is inevitable.

Sarah’s life had become a prison, a gilded cage forged by the oppressive grip of the Chen Dynasty. Desperate to escape, she made a choice she thought would save her—a loveless marriage. But instead of freedom, she found herself trapped in a different kind of hell. Her husband, once a stranger, became a tormentor, his betrayals and abuse chipping away at her spirit. She endured it all, clinging to the hope that one day she might find a way out. The final blow came when she discovered that her closest friend had been part of his schemes. The betrayal cut deeper than any wound her husband had inflicted. It was the last straw.  Defying her family’s protests and societal expectations, Sarah broke free. She walked away from the life that had suffocated her, determined to reclaim her identity and rebuild her shattered world. But freedom came with its own challenges. She had to navigate a life she no longer recognized, relearning how to trust, how to hope, and most importantly, how to love. The road ahead was uncertain. Would she succeed in piecing together the fragments of her heart? Could she find love again, or would the scars of her past forever hold her back?

The year is 2122 Where wealth is owned by a few With technology and AI Causing our Jobs to die. With past protests and a failed coup Comes compromise anew With the introduction of UBI Allows them our allegiance to buy. As we all start to despair Decadence prevents social repair Though one from a powerful bloodline Created Dynasties Online. Where players create a dynasty Allowing those born in modesty A chance to be called your majesty Though for some, this was a Travesty. As we all take part in the constant conflict Some powerful people thought they were tricked And later lamented at their initial despise Failing to stop the game’s rise. As the unemployed play the game All with their own aims While some fight for their own fame A Kingdom I will claim. Reginald Coulan, creator and head of House Aurellion in dynasties online. Please read the author’s note before you start reading the novel.

When justice fails, vengeance takes its place. After his daughter Vanessa suffers a tragic fate at the hands of those she trusted, Horris turns to the one thing more powerful than the law—something ancient, something forbidden. With a single curse, he condemns the world to a slow, merciless death. No one is spared. A nameless plague spreads, twisting flesh, corrupting minds, and reducing order to chaos. As civilization crumbles, the truth becomes clear: this is no ordinary disease. It is retribution. And in a world where the guilty walk free, no one is truly innocent. ... Hours Later… Darius arrived at the hospital, and what he saw terrified him. Dozens of people lay writhing in agony, blood gushing from every opening in their bodies. Reporters, paramedics, and police officers surrounded the area, trying to make sense of the outbreak. “We’re here live at Stanbridge National Hospital, where it appears a deadly disease has broken out,” a reporter said, speaking into the camera. “Symptoms include uncontrollable screaming and severe bleeding from the eyes, nose, mouth, and ears.” Darius’ heart pounded. His mind kept flashing back to Horris’ curse. The Doombringer. He scanned the scene and finally spotted Betty, sitting in an ambulance. Stephan lay unconscious on a stretcher beside her. He rushed forward, but the paramedics blocked his path. “That’s my wife!” he protested. “I need to see if she’s okay!” “Sir, now’s not the time,” a paramedic said. “There’s an outbreak, and we have no idea how it spreads. For your safety—and for everyone else’s—we advise you to leave immediately.” “Please, I have to see them,” Darius begged. Before the paramedic could respond, Darius noticed something crawling on the man’s shoulder. “There’s something on you—” The paramedic turned his head—just as the worm leaped onto his neck. The second it burrowed into his skin, the man’s body seized up. A strangled scream tore from his lips as blood exploded from his eyes, mouth, and nose. Darius staggered back in horror. Everywhere he looked, people were screaming. Even the reporter who had been live was now convulsing on the ground, her camera abandoned beside her. A single word echoed in Darius’ mind. Doombringer.

Reverse Harem Fantasy. Witch x Beastmen. --- In a realm where magic and desire collide, Aella—an unsuspecting witch—awakens to a strange world. Surrounded by two ferocious-looking giant beasts, she finds herself in an unexpected predicament. Face with the two giant big eaters' set of sharp canines and teeth, she shuddered with trepidation. Her small figure won’t even fill the gap of their teeth! But what’s this? The first creature, a giant black snake with a hiss that could curdle potions, claims her as its mate. “Female, you should be grateful instead of whining! I made you my wife after I save your life with my precious essence,” it insists. “We’ve already united our bodies. You’re mine!” However, Aella isn’t having it. No, she couldn't possibly just accept this! Who in their right mind would suddenly agree to such set up? Her and a beast? She's not even a Disney princess who got lost in the forest finding her father, she's a witch, okay? “W-What? But why me?!” she protests with tears in her eyes. “If you want a wife, why not find a female snake of your kind? I may be skinny, but I’m most definitely not a snake! I can’t! No. I don’t want it! I..." whittled with anxiety, she blurted out without thinking in fear of his deadly glares. Aella swallowed her indignation and clamped her eyes, trembling. Why is he darting her scary looks as if she was the one who did something bad and scammed him off his virginity? Isn't it the other way around?! "Y-You know, ugh... Mr. Snake. I-I'm not saying this out of spite," oh she totally does! "B-But I can't probably marry a snake. I'm a person, while you're a... unique creature? So... I will only marry a human—one with two feet and two hands. Y-You know?" Cold beads of sweat appeared on her forehead, she could hardly explain it. "O-Oh the... that's right… a handsome man too!” she added on an impulse. The least of her worries was them transforming into humans. I mean how can a beast transform into human, right? RIGHT?! It’s just that, instead of getting angry, the two beasts exchange glances and break into grins. Causing Aella to feel ominous with a pounding heartbeat. Suddenly, the crimson bear leans in. “Is that your only requirement?” he asks confidently. "O-Of course...?“ for a moment she felt something wasn't right but brush it off, "You... you can't negotiate with that. I will only marry a handsome man!" exclaimed the girl full of conviction. "Alright, then. But there’s really no need to compare. Trust me, I’m more handsome than my brother.” "Right. I know it would be impossib—uhh… Huuhhh?!" And so begins Aella's adventure in Asteria—a place where myths and magic intertwine, where strength is wisdom, and muscle is the basis of beauty and honor. Dive into this fantastical world, where desire ignites like a spell waiting to be cast!

"Patriarch Sun, your sect is now a well - known Sword Sect in the cultivation world of the Northern Region. How do you evaluate Dean Xu?" "I often tell experts that Dean Xu is my idol. When others were hunting him down, he instead tried to make friends and forge partnerships. The disciples he trained were sold to other sects once they reached the Foundation Establishment stage. Now, his disciples are everywhere, and he has a vast network of people." "Then, how do the senior figures of the Demonic Path here view Dean Xu? He has been hiding his identity and mingling in the Demonic Path for several..." "Reporter, stop talking nonsense! Our sect master is the most famous demon in the Southern Border. The person you mentioned has nothing to do with him!" "All right, all right. Then, I'd like to ask Acting Patriarch Qin. As the largest sect in Xize, the Illusory Sea Sect. Dean Xu is secretly in control behind the scenes and has carried out financial frauds, involving countless sects. Now, the creditors are protesting outside our venue. How do you respond?" "This is ridiculous. Our sect master doesn't even have the surname Xu. Besides, we have no creditors at all. The creditors all died in the scramble for the ancient cultivation inheritance. Those people outside are just rival sects trying to cause trouble for us on purpose." "But according to our investigation, the ancient cultivation inheritance is a new grave built by Dean Xu, and not everyone inside was killed by the explosion..." "I'm warning you! This is blatant slander!" "Let's put this question aside for now. So, how do the demon tribes in the Eastern Wasteland view him?"

Valhalla was in turmoil, the Einherjar, furious, protested to Odin, disappointed not to have been able to participate in the promised battle of Vígríðr, whatever the outcome, the situation will escalate into a disaster, however, the Warrior King, the root cause of all this pandemonium, offers his help, Odin was compelled to accept.

Luna has always been an outsider in her pack, while other's banded together worrying about things like mates and love, Luna spent her time with nature exploring, absorbing energy from the moon reading. All she wanted to do was to become a healer and travel the world. On one of her trips to the forest her pack was attacked by a group of powerful rogues and all structure burnt to the ground. In one day she was rendered homeless and an orphan. She hated herself and felt guilty for not being with them, she fell into despair, deciding to join her family, she brewed a poisonous herb with wolfsbane refusing to listen to the protests of her wolf, she drank it in one go passing out, when she awoke much to her horror and her wolf spirit was gone, thus she became an enigma with a tragic past.she desperate to keep hidden and get revenge she joined the golden moon pack as an omega. There, she meets Alpha Marcus, a powerful, ruthless leader who didn't believe in love. While Marcus has vowed never to love again, he can't resist the mysterious pull he feels toward Luna. As danger looms from rogue wolves and hidden enemies, Marcus and Luna are forced to work together, their bond growing stronger with each passing day. But Luna's secret could destroy everything. All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the publisher. Copyright@AQUAHGODDESS2024 Disclaimer: I do not own any of the pictures all credit goes to their rightful owner

The girl gave a sudden cry of protest. The leader of the beggars had caught her arm and, as she reached out for her dagger, the second man caught her free arm and twisted it up and away from her belt....... Authur sighed and quickly turned throwing back his cloak and drew his sword from where it was hanging behind his left shoulder. Producing weapons from under their rag clothes, the band of four beggars turned to deal with the newcomer. Authur sent the first man sprawling in the dust with a shrewd blow from his sword, as a dagger was raised to strike him. The second beggar had a cudgel, and as he slashed at Authur, he found himself facing an incredibly long sword, probably the longest he had seen in his life, snaking over the top of his hand to prick at his throat. The man howled, tripping over his feet in an effort to avoid the wicked looking sword. The third beggar attempted to come over from behind Authur, but Authur as if having eyes behind him quickly stepped to his right hand side, throwing his sword from his right hand to his left hand to meet the leader of the gang who himself had a wicked looking blade of his own also, which was sent flying at an incredibly fast speed from his hand. The leader howled and doubled over, clutching at his elbow. It was over.........

crystal P.o.v. I've been suffering for as long as I can remember. My stepmother and stepsisters have made my life a living hell, constantly belittling me and making me feel worthless. But I've always held onto one thing - my dreams. Dreams of a better life, of a loving family, and of a man who would love me for who I am. One day, I decided I'd had enough. I ran away from home, into the woods, with no destination in mind. That's when I encountered a vampire, perched on a tree, looking for his next meal. He chased me, and I ran as fast as I could. But I was no match for his supernatural speed. Just as he was about to catch me, a mysterious figure appeared out of nowhere, fighting off the vampire and saving my life. I fainted, exhausted and scared. When I woke up, I found myself in a small cottage, being tended to by a young boy. He told me that I was safe, that my protector had brought me here to keep me safe. Luca, was determined to make me his.... He pursued me relentlessly, despite my protests. And I found myself torn between my love and my dreams . As I navigated this complicated web of emotions, I began to uncover secrets about my past. Secrets that my father had kept hidden from me. Secrets that would change my life forever. And then, I found the letter. The letter that my father had written to me before he died. The letter that would reveal the truth about who I really was.

Adam's life had not been the best in his early childhood. He didn't know how his parents looked like. After all, the only place he could call home was the place where unwanted children were dumped. An orphanage near London. Adam is a hyper kid making him known among all the others...but another one called Will catches Adam's eye. So when Adam stalks him, he discovers that Will is much more of an evil person than he thought he was...even to the extent of costing someone's life. Adam tries to gather evidence and when Will notices, he frames Adam for a crime he didn't commit. A fight ensues that lands Adam in the Mother's private office. He gets told that an old man is coming to adopt him soon and Adam can't help but refuse to elaborate...not after he exposes that criminal, Will. And so he seeks out evidence and manages to gather proof which he presents to the orphanage, eventually regaining his good reputation among his fellow kids. As Mother decides what course of action to take next, Will dissapears the evening before Adam's adoption. The old man arrives and Adam, desiring to catch Will, agrees to leave the orphanage and live with the grandpa despite his initial protest. And so, Adam's life changes drastically after he gets forced to uncover the secrets of his family's lineage after he hears that his brother, who had been taken by scientists when they were young, is actually in the military where a supernatural being had broken out of its seal...and that Will was also involved in that occurrence. Adam gets thrown into a world of martial arts and unnatural abilities, which shall aid him in the future.

'I will find you in any lifetime.' –––– Her silvery moon-locks were in delicate braids to reveal her fresh, radiant face. Her bright icy blue eyes watched everyone and everything fondly, sinlessly. She was a beauty that calms the nervous heart. That’s what everyone remembers of Princess Alora Linwood Roosevelt. Then who is the one who returned to the palace in the name of the princess? She had fiery long hair that looked like the flames of hell and her eyes were like a ball of fire that could reduce one to ashes. She looked like an evil witch they heard of. How could it not create chaos in the nation? She became prey to the royals and their politics, the nobles, and their influence, and commoners and their protest with her life on the line. Will she challenge the centuries-old tradition and find her love? Or will she lose her life? –––– P.S: Slow Burn, Slow Romance. This is an original story. Thank you ^_^ for giving it a try. DISCORD: Munchkin_2#7368 Story DISCORD: https://discord.gg/QhhXXWq Ko-fi: ko-fi.com/munchkin_2 Instagram: auth_munchkin Linktree: https://linktr.ee/munchkin

Humans have conquered the homeworld of the Sky and treat them with utter disdain. Yet a set twin brothers strive in different ways to transform how the Sky are treated. One seeks rebellion and the other reform from within. But when a protest goes wrong the twins must deal with the consequences. (note: this is a completed short story that will be cross published on Amazon.)

In a world where justice is a privilege of the powerful, a 14-year-old hacker dares to rewrite the rules. When Dr. Anaya Roy is brutally assaulted and murdered, the system fails her. The authorities dismiss the case, politicians deflect blame, and the protests are silenced. But one person refuses to let it go. Arjun, a cybersecurity prodigy from the slums of Delhi, watches in horror as the rapist walks free. Fueled by rage and disillusionment, he infiltrates government servers, exposing corruption at the highest levels. But his mission doesn’t end there. He issues an ultimatum: hand over the rapist, or he’ll unleash secrets that could bring the entire system crashing down. What follows is a high-stakes game of cat and mouse between a boy with nothing to lose and a government desperate to maintain control. As Arjun executes his own brand of justice, the world watches in awe and terror. Some call him a hero. Others call him a monster. As the walls close in, Arjun prepares for his final move—a revelation that will shake the nation to its core. But in a world where justice and revenge blur into one, can he truly escape the consequences of The Legal Crime?

Rosalie Ravenswood and Christopher Windham entered a marriage of convenience, bound by their families’ agreement and the absence of fated mates. But just one week after their wedding, Christopher asked for a divorce, and Rosalie left without protest. What neither of them knew was that she was already carrying his child. Shunned by her family and pack, Rosalie sought refuge inside the pack of rogues under her grandfather's care, determined to build a new life for herself and her unborn child far from the shadows of her past. Six years later, her quiet world is interrupted when Christopher appears on her doorstep, holding his late grandfather’s hidden will—one that inexplicably requires her involvement. Determined to shield her young son from the tangled intrigues of the pack's complicated politics, Rosalie hides his identity and agrees to help resolve the matter, hoping to sever her final ties to that world for good. But returning to the life she thought she had left behind proves more dangerous than she anticipated. With the growing tension within the Moonshadow pack, Rosalie realizes that keeping her son’s identity hidden may be far more difficult—and far riskier—than she ever imagined.