Spiderman Silk

A Sky God’s Spiritual Foundation. It was the greatest natural treasure in all of existence, but the sacrifices one must make to gain the approval of such an entity was unimaginable. Ryu is a genius amongst geniuses. He was born with the four Grand Ancestral Bloodlines. The Lightning Qilin. The Fire Dragon. The Ice Phoenix. The Fire Phoenix… He was blessed with an Ancestral Grade Bone Structure and Ancestral Grade Meridians. The Ice Jade Crystal Bones. The Chaotic Silk Meridians… He was bestowed the First Ranked Heavenly Pupils. The Mysteries of Heaven and Earth Pupils… However, none of it mattered. Born with a False Spiritual Foundation, it seemed that all of his talent would go to waste. Unless… Unless he was willing to grasp his Fate in his own hands. ==== **This novel once went by another name 'Rise. Rising. Risen.' So, the wiki is still under this name https://rise-rising-risen.fandom.com/wiki/Ryu_Tatsuya

In the heart of a world filled with shadows, the emotions of Daphne and Adonis intertwine like threads of silk and chains of iron, sometimes gripping them with conflicting feelings, and other times guiding them through unspoken desires. There, between mystery and the unknown, love appears as one of the hues of the spectrum that cannot be defined, while the internal struggle between the mind and the heart threatens to tear everything apart. Daphne, who discovered herself in a strange world between dream and reality, finds herself caught between her deep longing to understand what surrounds her and the fear of the consequences that new discoveries may bring. She yearns for freedom, but her feelings for Adonis place her in a narrow corner of confusion. Is he merely a commander in the imperial army, or is he someone whose fate is tied to hers in a way that cannot be escaped? As for Adonis, the young commander who controls the imperial army with an iron fist, behind his cold exterior lies a heart full of doubts.

Poor Lucy Wood never foresaw things getting this dire. She was borne by a slave woman who died after giving birth to her and treated as a slave by her step mother and sister. Shunned and rejected by Alpha Thorne-her fated mate-she is all but shattered in her lonely misery. Yet, the fates can be hilariously sadistic. Not even six months into her abandonment, Lucy finds herself in the custody of the most feared Lycan King, Tristan Landon. Fearsome, with a reputation to make even the bravest cower, Tristan rules with an iron fist, his law extending over the whole realm of the werewolves. Still, beneath the commanding and intimidating exterior, Lucy feels that there must be something far more complicated about Tristan-some dangerous allure, perhaps even a spark of something more than dominance. Thrown into the world of royal politics, ancient bloodlines, and dangerous plots, Lucy's life does another flip when Tristan declares her his future Luna. His impulsive move rattles the very core of the kingdom, further enraging Zara-a cunning she-wolf who laid claim to the position of Luna. Jealousy knows no bounds, and with Lucy's former mate, Alpha Thorne, they become a force to be reckoned with. They both join in an attempt to destroy everything she has ever loved. While trying to learn the ropes of her new position, Lucy learns some shocking truths about her lineage: deep inside her lies a power unlike any other-the power of the Lamia pack, a lineage of Alphas forgotten by time, whose powers can alter the very fate of all werewolf packs. But as Spiderman knows, with great power comes great danger, and soon Lucy's strength will be both blessing and curse. Smitten by his growing feelings for Lucy and his need to control the powerful forces surrounding him, Tristan must ultimately decide if their bond is worth the risk of his kingdom. But when Alpha Thorne kidnaps Lucy's child, an ancient prophecy is illuminated-one that speaks of a great reckoning, one where the future of the packs hangs in the balance of Lucy's talents. Amongst betrayals lurking at every turn and old and new enemies threatening her at every pass, Lucy must make her way through a maze of deceit, love, and power. Now, will she be able to find her trust in Tristan and become the Luna their world needs, or will the darkness within tear them apart for good? This is a thrilling tale of love, power, and betrayal. Lucy must rise above the shadows to claim her own fate before it is too late.

This is a story that took place in 1927 and portrays a family of peasants who lived in the countryside in Hungary. Where a beautiful girl is born, perfection never seen before, eyes as clear blue as the sky, skin as smooth as silk, hair as blond as wheat in the sun. With an outcome that was never expected…. BLONDE LIKE HONEY

Sequel to Guide to raise my cutie husbands. Mo Qiang, an architect was chosen by the fairy of nature who brought her to the world of interstellar where she was punished to revive the nature that she has destroyed with her own hands while creating architecture that she thought was paving way for the future. Now, stuck with a nature-reviving system in a world full of poisonous gases and intergalactic stuff where she has to start from the very beginning and plant more forest and crops while creating a liveable world for the humans, Mo Qiang was suffering. But it sounds easy right? No! In her path she has three villainous husbands, all three of them want to kill her such that they will be able to marry her capable sister after kicking her away who was trashy and good for nothing. Mo Qiang has nothing against them, in fact, she is more than willing to divorce them after securing her life and raising her favourability in their hearts such that they will not kill her but —— Why are they coming for her now? Hello, you all wanted to marry her sister right? Excerpt: “ Here you go,” said Mo Qiang as she pushed the divorce agreement looking at her first husband who was gentle but poisonous like a snake. “ I have already signed the document of our divorce, you can take a look —-wait, why are you taking your clothes off?” The mer looked at her and smiled gently as he took off his glasses and said, “ Looks like my wife is not happy with me not giving birth to our child, don’t worry I will work hard tonight.” Mo Qiang: “…..” I do not want you to work hard! Take second! “ Take this and sign it,” said Mo Qiang, this time more fiercely as she looked at her second husband who was reading a script for his film. “ I am sure you want to divorce me right? I have already signed —-woah! What are you putting me on the bed for?” She asked while looking at the gorgeous face. Her second husband stared down at her and with a blank expression and voice as cold as water said, “ I have to practice a love-making scene, help me, dear wife.” Mo Qiang: “……” This movie that you are shooting is based on the Zerg apocalypse, don’t lie to me! With whom are you going to make love with? A Zerg? Take third! “ Huff, huff..this is the divorce agreement, sign it... I know that your company does not allow idols to date so here sign it,” she said to her third husband who was practising his dance moves. The mer who was dressed in a loose silk shirt and sweat dripping down his body took a look at the document that she was handing him and then hugged Mo Qiang. A second later she heard his sniffling voice while he peppered kisses on her neck, “ Wife you do not want me? Is that the new idol who attracted your attention, I knew it! I will take care of him!” “Put down that knife will you!” And why is the third prince of the imperial family who hated her to the bones coming after her with flowers? She already has her hands full! ….

In her previous life, Lina Riley harbored an unrequited love for the Fifth Princess, Victoria Ashwood. Lina sacrificed everything for her—securing her place on the throne, protecting her borders, and losing her arm and sight in the process. Yet, her loyalty was repaid with a goblet of poisoned wine and the execution of her entire family. Victoria despised her, accusing Lina of cruelty and of orchestrating her elder sister’s death, deeming her unworthy of love. When the poison took effect, Lina closed her eyes in despair, only to awaken back in the moment they first met. On that fateful day, Lina had stumbled upon Victoria being beaten by palace maids, an encounter that set everything in motion. This time, Lina turned away, choosing a different path, but a faint fragrance of plum blossoms lured her in. One reckless night led to a moment of despair when she awoke to find the coldly beautiful face of her bedmate—Lucille Everard, the Princess Regent. Lucille, while outwardly uninterested in court affairs, was notorious for her swift and decisive actions that had seen emperors replaced with alarming frequency. Compared to Lucille’s power, Lina’s past dealings with Victoria seemed like mere child's play. As Lucille stirred awake, Lina's nerves were frayed. “Given the circumstances, Your Highness, what do you think of me now?” she asked, resigned to her fate. To her surprise, Lucille chuckled softly. “I think you’re wonderful.” Stunned, Lina could only manage a confused “Huh?” From that moment, everything veered off course. Lucille's palace soon bloomed with roses—Lina’s favorite. Amidst the swaying blossoms, the resolute Princess Regent would gently take Lina’s hand, her once-frigid gaze warm and tender. “My dear Lina, you are the finest woman in the world.” In her new life, Lina often dreamed. She dreamt of someone leaving a bouquet of roses at her grave, their robes trailing the light fragrance of plum blossoms. They sipped wine with a wry smile, murmuring, “Silly girl, I avenged you.” Victoria Ashwood was reborn too. She hadn’t expected that killing Lina would provoke her aunt’s ruthless revenge. Determined to avoid a similar fate, she resolved to feign affection for Lina, even if it took a lifetime. At a palace banquet, Victoria was taken aback by Lina’s beauty. Draped in fine silks, Lina was a dazzling sight, so different from the weathered woman Victoria remembered. Drawn to her, Victoria was about to approach when she noticed Lucille at Lina’s side, gently wiping her lips with a soft smile. “Take it slow,” Lucille murmured. Lina paused, then chuckled as she adjusted a strand of Lucille’s hair. Victoria’s heart twisted in fury. When her desperate attempts to win Lina back failed, she demanded, “Why won’t you love me?” Lina sneered. “Show some respect, Fifth Princess. You should address me as Aunt. Besides, your hypocrisy and cold-heartedness make you unworthy of love.” Years ago, a young Lucille Everard encountered a lost girl in the palace gardens. The girl declared that Lucille was beautiful and promised to marry her one day. Thirteen years later, a fateful misunderstanding during a bout of poisoning entwined their paths. What began as teasing quickly turned Lucille from a hunter into prey, helplessly ensnared by the woman she never forgot. Tags: 1. Cold yet protective Princess Regent × Reborn and resigned noblewoman 2. Nine-year age gap (Princess Regent is older) 3. Alternate history, non-patriarchal setting 4. Puppet empress, regent princess ruling behind the scenes 5. Two lifetimes of love, slow-burn romance

Following his father's murder, Wu Ling's mother returned to the life of a courtesan, disguising her young son as a girl to take refuge in the Bamboo Silk House, a women's only sect dedicated to the arts. Now, as his powers awaken, he'll find himself torn between protecting his family and the goals of powerful cultivators who see him as a means to an end. "Wu Ling, I've accepted a marriage proposal on your behalf," the bewitching Hall Master of the Bamboo Silk House declared. "When you enter the Inner Sect, you'll enter under the name 'Hua Qianhu', fiancee of a young lord of the Liang family." "Hall Master, that's impossible!" Wu Ling protested. "Even if you ignore my relationship with Meifeng, I might have dressed well enough to hide as a mortal woman but I could never..." "So you truly didn't realize what you were doing," the Hall Master said, a dark smile on her lips. "Little Ling, you're a natural-born Shapeshifter. I'll teach you what you need to know," she said, her features shifting until she looked like a mirror image of the stunned Wu Ling. "As long as you follow my arrangements and learn my techniques, it isn't impossible for you to reunite with Meifeng..." "But you should consider Young Lord Liang carefully," the Hall Master added. "His affection for you is genuine. Perhaps, one day, you'll even feel the same for him..."

The story of Banou starts in Persian. She was a princess in Persian. On the day of her wedding, her husband to be was accused of being a traitor and the entire family to be excused and exiled. She and her maid are sent out of the capital to be sold as slaves. On the silk route, at an inn. She met a young trader and became his sex slave. He bough them to Tang dynasty. He turn out to be a Prince with his own harem. She begin her life her life in china and learn everything from scratch. She even give birth to 2 sons. Later she was recognised by the Persian envoy. With he demand she retain back her title as princess and she married another prince. With him, they start a family if many children. However when the sultan is dying she is the remaining daughter to return back to her father to take the throne.

When she woke up as Lady Claudia Barberini—the tragic cannon fodder villainess fated to die at the hands of a manipulative villain—she vowed to avoid the plot at all costs. Her new goal? Live the high life, bask in endless luxury, and steer clear of danger. But who knew escaping one villain would draw the attention of a whole host of others—each more dangerous and complicated than the last? To make matters worse, her mind-reading ability isn’t as helpful as it sounds. Sure, she can hear everyone's thoughts—but when it comes to matters of the heart, one mind remains frustratingly silent. As sinister schemes pile up like unpaid debts and powerful figures start vying for her attention like she’s the last cupcake at a royal banquet, Claudia wonders if her so-called "new life" is secretly a cosmic joke. She’s just trying to avoid getting killed—and keep her closet stocked with the finest silks while she's at it. Can she outwit the plot, flip it and save the one person she actually cares about? Or will she end up as the tragic side villainess of a story she was supposed to dodge, all while wearing an admittedly fabulous gown?

|Stripper×Mafia boss×CEO| [Volume one: Heaven's hell] "On your knees," he said and she did as ordered. He tied a silk cloth around her eyes to make sure that she can't look at him while he fucks her. She feels disrespected every time he does this but who was she to deny him when he has her heart in his palms? "Can you kiss me today, please?" she begged but her begging didn't matter. It was only returned with a smack on her ass as a punishment. "You know that I don't kiss. Stop making silly demands or you can leave." "I am sorry, master." That's how it was; she wasn't respected enough, but still, she couldn't leave. He had her heart while she was just a booty call. She would endure everything just to get some more time with him but still, she wasn't appreciated. And when she finally decides to move on, he is on his knees, begging her to stay. And what was the 'so-called handsome CEO' doing in the orphanage where she goes every now and then? He couldn't seem to tear his eyes away from her. The once ignored girl was now being chased by two important figures and everyone started calling her 'The irresistible slow poison' On top of everything, the cute children were there to make things a thousand times better. Her besties were her protectors. They gave her so much happiness and love that she forgot all of her pain. Yet there's someone after her life. Unexpected things start to happen one after another. A book with diverse cultures, races, and love and full of angst. Fast-paced but also a slow burn. PS: the cover isn't mine.

The clock struck midnight when Ruelle heard the echo of footsteps. She tensed, the fine hairs on the back of her neck standing on end in the cool night air. "You shouldn't be here," Ruelle whispered, her voice a breathless murmur. The silhouette finally came to stand under the moonlight, his dark red eyes watching her and his inky black hair ruffling. "Shouldn't I?" His voice was a dark caress, and she stood there captivated by the danger he exuded like perfume. "I haven’t seen you for the last two days," his tone low. His hand reached out, fingers brushing against the silk of her nightgown, tracing the trembling outline of her collarbone. "Tell me, were you avoiding me, or perhaps... entertaining other offers?" Ruelle’s heart raced, her breaths shallow. She declared, "I don't belong to anyone.” "A bold claim," he murmured, his breath a tantalising chill against her skin as he leaned in. "Yet here you are, pulse racing, your body tensed as if in anticipation of my touch." His fingers gripped her chin, tilting her face towards his. The moonlight caught his eyes, revealing a glint of predatory intent. "Or must I remind you whose touch you truly crave?"

Her world is colorful and vibrant, yet lonely.. his life is organized and well planned, has the perfect social group and loves the kids he teaches. Something feels off though, that night at the show when there eyes met… she can’t get him out of her head… he can’t forget her smile. What will they do?

-- A small heads, early chapters have a quite bad grammar, I am fixing them asap, also the MC doesn't start as OP, he go through cultivation before it. -- "I always wondered until the day I died, why humans are such filthy creatures?" A Noble status, money, and power were the things that ruled this world, but Aaris Ralkier had nothing since the day he was born. His childhood was ridiculed by poverty and bullying by the nobles, hoping to change his world one day after becoming a great mage, his dreams were shattered because of his unique and miserable condition of possessing no mana. What he had in his life was his mother, the lowest witch who never wanted anything but his happiness, but she was taken away by the hands of aristocrats and the kingdom that was supposed to protect them. He lost everything, struggling to find his existence again he was betrayed and left to die at the hands of a dreadful demon and was framed even after his death. Reminiscing his life on his last breaths, he decided to take the demon soul along with his with the spell his mother forbid for him, Blood Silk. He lost his life too, but fate doesn't take mercy on him, his eyes opened once again, maybe a choice was given to him, suffer or fight. Like cursed blessing in his body, he set out on a journey to find his existence, lingering regrets, and goring grudges, in the realm ridiculed with divine curses & diabolical graces, everything is laid in front of him to quell or win. But red strings of fate only take it to weave a War, waiting to meet its End. P.s:- English is not my first language I am still a fledgling writer. reach to me on insta....zushe_sensei_016. Dis.:- I don't own the cover pic.

When I awoke, I was in a place that wasn’t my room. silk pillow beneath my head, and rich tapestries hanging on the walls. I tried to sit up, but my body felt heavy, like it wasn’t mine. I had somehow been reincarnated into a body—the third daughter of the Marquis?! life as the third daughter of the Marquis family was peaceful. Nothing extraordinary ever happened. I spent my days in the comfort of my family's estate, away from the hustle and bustle of court life. My father, though distant, provided for us, and my sisters—while not always the most agreeable—had their own lives to focus on. I was content, living quietly, with no desire for anything more. That is, until I stumbled upon a book. A beautiful cheap novel that talks about a main character who is trying to survive. But I never imagined that the world I read about would collide with my own life. One evening, my father summoned us all to the drawing room. His tone was unusually serious, and the moment I entered, I could feel the tension in the air. He stood at the center, his gaze fixed on something—or someone—I couldn’t see yet. “I have an illegitimate daughter,” he announced, his voice steady but with a hint of something else beneath it. I froze. The words barely registered at first. But then, as he continued, I realized something that made my heart race. The girl he spoke of, this Aorbel, matched the description from the novel I’d read to the smallest detail. “Her name is Aorbel,” my father continued, “and due to the circumstances, she will now be recognized in society as my daughter.” I watched as a delicate figure stepped forward—a girl with platinum blonde hair that shimmered with a faint pinkish hue, and amber eyes ! she appeared. She was small, fragile-looking, her body almost too delicate to belong in such an imposing space. But it was the way she spoke that caught me off guard. "H-hello..." she stuttered, her voice trembling slightly as she introduced herself. "I-It's nice to m-meet you all... M-my name is Aorbel." The name echoed in my mind, and I felt my pulse quicken. Aorbel—the heroine of the novel. I had read about her, followed her story. She was the one who was shunned, rejected, and Her sisters are going to die! Literally! Over some bullshit! Aorbel was real. And worse, her fate was tied to mine. I remembered the novel’s ending. Aorbel’s sisters would all perish!. *I* would perish. Suddenly, the quiet life I had built for myself felt like it was slipping through my fingers. I wasn’t about to sit by and wait for a fate I’d already read about. So, I did what I thought was the only logical thing: I ran. I fled to the countryside, to the village of Hayat, where no one would know my name or my family. There, I lived a quiet life—just like I had always wanted. I had no titles, no expectations. I could finally breathe. But even in the peace of Hayat, trouble had a way of finding me! RIGHT? ............ but...why..i'm here ? , I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry at the absurdity of it all. How had my life become so tangled with these nobles, these politics? When I stood before the king, I kept my composure. “It is my duty, Your Majesty,” I said, trying to maintain the calm facade I had perfected. But inside, my mind was racing. *This wasn’t supposed to happen. I just wanted a peaceful life!* The king smiled , but there was an unsettling gleam in his eyes. “Your service has been invaluable, Lady Kevoyal Orilord,” he said, as if my life had been part of some grand design all along. I wanted to scream, to tell him that I had no interest in titles, in recognition, in any of it. But there I stood, accepting the medal, caught in a web of fate I had never wanted. ! SOMONE PLEASE SAVE ME ! And so, the girl who only wanted a quiet life in a rocking chair found herself tangled in something much more complicated than she had ever imagined!!!!

I took inspiration from literally a fanfic name similar to this but didn’t really like how they did it and wanted to write something I think is alright P.S I’m sorry for the cliche beginning I’m new and don’t feel like putting any thought into the reason he’s OP but I’ll try.P.S again don’t own any character in lookism or weak hero all belong to their respective authors.Another P.s can’t add to fanfiction for some reason

LGBTQ+ - BL | All-Ages Version In a kingdom, where opulence reigns and secrets pile high, the annual week-long founding festival and ball occur within the palace walls. Nobles from far and wide gather at the detached palace for nights filled with masquerade balls, lavish dinners, and whispered intrigues. Amidst the splendour of the gardens, Kaisan, an enchanting young man adorned in silk and lace, finds himself swept into a whirlwind romance when he encounters Rhaegal, a charming stranger lost in the revelry of the night. Mistaken identities lead to a fateful dance in the fountain, where laughter mingles with the sweet taste of wine and stolen kisses. As the festival unfolds, Rhae and Kaisan's bond deepens with each passing moment, their days filled with stolen moments of passion and deep bonds. But when a truth is revealed at the grand dinner on the final evening, betrayal shatters their fragile connection, leaving Kaisan adrift in a sea of despair and confusion. As Kaisan's fragile state threatens to consume him amidst the whispers of madness and rumours of tragedy, an offering of solace in the darkest of nights and unwavering devotion in the face of uncertainty may be the only path to healing. With each tender touch and whispered word, Rhae strives to reclaim the heart of the man he once abandoned, praying that their love will be enough to guide them through the darkest of nights and into the dawn of a new day.

LGBTQ+ - BL | MATURE VERSION In a kingdom, where opulence reigns and secrets pile high, the annual week-long founding festival and ball occur within the palace walls. Nobles from far and wide gather at the detached palace for nights filled with masquerade balls, lavish dinners, and whispered intrigues. Amidst the splendour of the gardens, Kaisan, an enchanting young man adorned in silk and lace, finds himself swept into a whirlwind romance when he encounters Rhaegal, a charming stranger lost in the revelry of the night. Mistaken identities lead to a fateful dance in the fountain, where laughter mingles with the sweet taste of wine and stolen kisses. As the festival unfolds, Rhae and Kaisan's bond deepens with each passing moment, their days filled with stolen moments of passion and deep bonds. But when a truth is revealed at the grand dinner on the final evening, betrayal shatters their fragile connection, leaving Kaisan adrift in a sea of despair and confusion. As Kaisan's fragile state threatens to consume him amidst the whispers of madness and rumours of tragedy, an offering of solace in the darkest of nights and unwavering devotion in the face of uncertainty may be the only path to healing. With each tender touch and whispered word, Rhae strives to reclaim the heart of the man he once abandoned, praying that their love will be enough to guide them through the darkest of nights and into the dawn of a new day.

In a world where fate intertwines with destiny, a struggling author named Violetta meets a tragic end, only to awaken in the body of the heroine in her own unfinished fantasy novel. Now living as a concubine in a majestic yet treacherous court, Violetta must use her modern knowledge and wit to navigate a realm rife with political intrigue, magic, and romance. Determined to change her tragic fate, she captures the attention of the kingdom's enigmatic and powerful King. As their paths cross, sparks fly, and she finds herself embroiled in a whirlwind romance that defies the expectations of her new life. With each passing day, she proves her worth, not just as a concubine, but as a strategic mind and a force to be reckoned with. Facing enemies both old and new, and uncovering hidden talents, she rises through the ranks, outmaneuvering those who seek to undermine her. Her journey from a mere concubine to the revered Empress is fraught with challenges, heartache, and moments of triumph. Through battles, betrayals, and the bonds of love, Violetta discovers the true meaning of power and identity. In the end, she must balance her modern sensibilities with the ancient traditions of her new world to secure a legacy that will be remembered for generations. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Violetta: "Where am I? This... This isn’t my apartment." She looked around, eyes widening at the opulent silk drapes and ornate furniture. Maid: "Milady, you’ve awakened. The King awaits your presence in the main hall." Violetta: "The King?" she muttered, trying to process this revelation. "I'm in my own novel... I must be dreaming." ----------------------------------------- King: "You seem different, Violetta. Sharper, more... unpredictable." His eyes glinted with curiosity. Violetta: "Your Majesty, I assure you, I am merely adapting to survive in this viper's nest." She met his gaze steadily, hiding her inner turmoil. King: "Survival is not enough. To thrive here, one must learn to wield power and trust no one." ----------------------------------- King: "Why do you always challenge me, Violetta?" Violetta: "Because a life without challenge is a life unfulfilled, Your Majesty. Or do you prefer your subjects to be mere puppets?" She smirked, enjoying the spark of annoyance in his eyes. -------------------------------------- Violetta: "I cannot let them destroy what we’ve built. We must fight with everything we have." King: "And I will stand by your side, Violetta. Not as your King, but as your equal." ----------------------------- Violetta: "From a concubine to an Empress, who would have thought?" she whispered, looking out over the kingdom. King: "You have shown the strength of a thousand men and the wisdom of a sage. This kingdom is stronger because of you." Violetta: "And it will continue to grow. Together, we will lead it into a new era." King: "Together," he agreed, taking her hand.

WARNING: DARK ROMANCE, MATURE The judge's lips curved into a thin, wicked smile as her gaze locked onto Asher. She stepped forward, her black lace gown trailing behind her like a dark, flowing shadow. Beneath the mask that obscured her eyes, something cold and knowing gleamed—a predator sizing up its prey. Asher’s pulse quickened. He hadn’t expected this. No one had. From his seat, Mr. Evergland studied the scene with careful detachment, one hand resting casually on the arm of his throne-like chair. The room was tense, a ripple of hushed murmurs passing through the vampire assembly. Some watched with fascination. Others with growing unease. A few even looked outright afraid. The judge’s voice shattered the silence, calm but laced with a chilling authority. "You’ve made your choice," she said, each word deliberate. "You want to challenge this union, to save your sister... but you offer yourself as the prize. Very well. Let’s make it official." Asher froze, his breath caught in his chest. Official. The word settled over him like an iron weight, suffocating the air in the room. He had walked into this with no plan, no backup—but now it was too late to back down. The judge raised her hand, and the crowd fell into stunned silence. Her voice rang out again, carrying a finality that reverberated through the cold marble walls. "Tonight, Asher of the Kapella family," she declared, her tone unwavering, "you will not only interrupt our ceremony—you will replace it. We will honor the bond you’ve offered, and in doing so, I will bind you to me." A collective gasp swept through the room. Eyes flicked nervously between Asher and the judge. He could feel the weight of every gaze, but his own mind was spinning. This can’t be happening. This wasn’t part of the plan. "What do you mean?" he stammered, panic creeping into his voice. He had thought he was making a stand, but now it felt like the ground was slipping out from under him. "I... I didn’t mean—" The judge’s smile deepened, cruel and sharp. She tilted her head, as if savoring his discomfort. "Did you really think there would be no consequences?" she asked, her voice silk over steel. "You’ve disrupted our world, Asher. You’ve made your offer, and now... you’ll fulfill it. In the most fitting way." ______ In the desolate world of Rakan, the Evergland Clan reigns supreme as the most powerful royal vampire family. In a bid to secure an alliance, they seek a marriage candidate for their son and turn to the most coveted human family in the land, the Kapellas, who, despite their status, live in poverty and misfortune. This human family consists of a widowed mother, an eldest daughter, and two sons: the youngest son, who is mute, and the eldest son, Asher, who is terminally ill. The Evergland Clan arranges a grand dinner and ball to unite the families. Though the eldest daughter, the family’s pillar of strength, has already found love with another human, she is nonetheless chosen to marry the vampire heir. Bound by duty but conflicted by her heart, she is set to fulfill the Evergland Clan’s wishes. During the proceedings, Asher, determined to protect his sister from a loveless union, takes a bold step. He interrupts the wedding and takes over, giving himself up to a mysterious women. Unaware of the consequences this declaration will bring, Asher unknowingly opens the door to a fate far darker than he could have anticipated.

"At first, I thought I was running a regular restaurant, until I realized my customers were not quite normal..." … Chen Ze just kindly helped up a fallen old man, but received a reward for inheriting a Dream Restaurant! On the first day, he met an Otherworldly Girl with a pink avatar and an elf like appearance. But she called him Inferior Race, and even waved her hand to summon spider silk to bind Chen Ze. It turns out that this restaurant belongs to Necromancer, and Chen Ze was also misunderstood as a subordinate of Necromancer. Then, more magical creatures followed one after another… Chen Ze finally realized that his guests... all don't seem to be human?!

[An Announcement from the Author: LLL will undergo major reformations! Expect a reboot of this confusing storyline sometime early January! Thank you for all of your support thus far.] Gods rule over the fundamental creations of life. Lords watch and rule over these Gods’ creations. Phos, the Lord of Light, found himself cornered by a sharpshooter in the dead of the night. This unlikely encounter led to destiny. — The marksman needed to kill a kind, beautiful man. From the photos, his target had crystalline orange eyes and glowing silver hair that cascaded down to the floor in waves. But, as with everything, the real man looked far more lucent and stunning. Like a soft light, like the first glimmer on the ocean’s surface as the Sun arose. Before he could raise his sniper’s rifle to extinguish this ray of light, however, the beautiful target pulled out a pistol and shot him straight in the abdomen. “I hope you don’t die. Good day.” With that, he swiftly turned and left, disappearing into the darkness, his long hair bouncing to his every crisp footstep. Leaving behind the confused marksman, who, dazed, clutched his new wound and slumped to the floor. Later on, the marksman managed to act stupid enough to gain his target’s trust. Showing his true colours, he toyed with a lock of his former victim’s hair, which was as silky and soft as he imagined. He held it to his lips, raised a corner of his black turtleneck to show the bulletwound on his abdomen, and whispered in a deep voice: “This wound, how will you repay it?” The original target, who shined like a dim candlelight under the rays of the moon, stretched up his bound arms to the hitman, brought a gentle hand to his skin, covered the wound… and with an unapologetic, professional business smile, he replied: “I’m sorry, are you really sure you have a scar there? How come I don’t see anything?” The marksman: … It’s because you’re covering it. The man he originally had to kill, who wore white silk pyjamas and a flame-like orange scarf every day and who looked like he could fall over with a slight push from the wind, was actually very resistant—and really, really pissed him off. Cover Art: nonsang_08 Upload Schedule: Every 3 days

After transmigrating into the body of an orphaned refugee, Zhang Wanqing finds herself in a feudal society with no golden finger or grand system to rely on. Gritting her teeth, she moves into a decrepit temple and picks up a hoe and shovel, vowing to survive against all odds. She clears wasteland for farming, raises livestock and poultry, and even brings back a wolf cub from the mountains to raise. Eventually, she manages to scrape by. Later, the perfumes she creates take the markets of Luzhou by storm, and everyone respectfully addresses her as “Boss Zhang.” Despite her success, Zhang Wanqing never forgets her roots. She promotes agriculture, builds schools, and provides relief to refugees, earning widespread praise and admiration. But what should she do about the handsome yet silly young man who follows her around like a loyal puppy during her daily tasks? When she hoes the ground, he fetches water. When she feeds the chickens, he herds the sheep—seemingly oblivious to the mud dirtying his elegant azure silk robes. “Suhan Shan, the fields aren’t plowed yet—what’s the point of watering them?” Zhang Wanqing finally questions him, her bright almond eyes glaring in exasperation. The bashful young man blushes, scratching his head and apologizing, “Mother said the soil must be moist for plowing to go smoothly!” At first, it seemed like a perfectly ordinary remark. But Zhang Wanqing is suddenly reminded of the shadows and whispers beneath the red canopy last night. Her face flushes crimson, and she tosses her farming tools aside, fleeing into the house. Behind her, the silly young man stands in the garden, scratching his head in confusion.

Lillia, a 19-year-old who had finally achieved her dream of living independently after saving up enough money during her time at the orphanage, couldn't have imagined the extraordinary turn her life would take. On her very first day of living alone, she found herself inexplicably transported into the world of a webtoon, forced to assume the identity of a character named Estoria, but Lillia was determined to adapt to this new reality and make the most of her unexpected new life. - under editing

Shreedha, a formidable gangster who runs business in twelve countries , is at the pinnacle of power when someone her own stabbed her back. In a shocking twist , she transported to a different world completely different from her ethnicity. But a queen is queen no matter the situation or world. What kind of challenges does she face? Would she be able to adapt to this new world while hiding onto the core of who she really is or will the trials of the new reality forces her to undergo a profound transformation? Join Shreedha on her journey of self discovery where she finds out what does it truly mean to be a queen unbound.

A young archaeologist is gazing at a huge stone block, his heart filled with curiosity and awe for ancient civilizations. His gaze seems to travel through time and space, back to the cradle of human civilization - the Mesopotamian plain. There, the ancient Sumerians created the world's earliest writing and urban civilization. Their wisdom is like brilliant stars, illuminating the beginning of human history. As time passes, the sparks of human civilization ignite in different regions. The glory of ancient Greek city-states is remarkable. Athens' democratic system, Sparta's martial spirit, and the wisdom of numerous philosophers have jointly forged the glory of ancient Greek civilization. During this period, thinkers like Plato and Aristotle have had a profound influence. Their pursuit of truth and reflection on human nature have laid the foundation for the development of philosophy in later generations. In the far east, Qin Shi Huang unified the six kingdoms and established a vast empire. The construction of the Great Wall testifies to the tenacity and wisdom of the Chinese nation. It is not only a military defense line but also a symbol of the unity and struggle of the Chinese nation. Qin Shi Huang's great unification opened a new chapter in Chinese history, and his political system and cultural policies have had a profound impact on later generations. In India, the glory of the Maurya Dynasty and the spread of Buddhism have influenced the entire Asia. Ashoka's rule brought India to an unprecedented prosperity, and the teachings of Buddhism spread to neighboring countries along with trade and cultural exchanges. The compassion, wisdom, and peace concept of Buddhism have injected new vitality into the development of human civilization. As time goes by, medieval Europe fell into darkness. The constraints of feudalism, the oppression of religion, and frequent wars made the people of Europe live in dire straits. However, the dawn of the Renaissance brought new hope. The masterpieces of artists like Leonardo da Vinci and Michelangelo have become treasures of human civilization. With their outstanding artistic talent, they have demonstrated human creativity and the pursuit of beauty. The Silk Road connects the east and the west, bringing the blending of trade and culture. Chinese silk, tea, and porcelain are transported to the west through the Silk Road, while western spices, gems, and cultures also enter China. This ancient trade route not only promotes economic development but also strengthens exchanges and cooperation between different civilizations. At the same time, wars are constantly changing the world pattern. Alexander the Great's eastern expedition spread Greek culture to the east and promoted the integration of eastern and western cultures. The western expedition of the Mongol cavalry swept across Eurasia and established a vast empire. Although wars have brought destruction and pain, they have also promoted exchanges and integration between different ethnic groups.

This novel isn't dropped I am just taking a break, I'll be back I promise. ★ Special thanks to author 'Nyxio' This is a reboot of an existing novel by author "Nyxio", Orignal Name :- (Immortal Spiderman : Multiverse Traveller) I am rewriting/rebooting this story with a different origin with the original authors permission so I hope you all like it. ★ Synopsis :- 'Peter' a young genius prodigy gets a chance to reincarnate as 'Peter Parker' in the AU of Earth - 199999 (MCU) before events of MCU takes place. Let us see how Peter uses his powers and abilities to change the world while adjusting to this new yet familiar world and what the future ahead holds for him. (The world is based on MCU x Amazing Spiderman + Spiderman Trilogy and other 'SpiderVerse' movie characters, I have planned ahead for the development and I will not drop this novel until I am done) I am a newbie writer/author and this is my first novel and English isn't my first or native language but I will try my best, If you find errors please do correct me in the para comments so I can improve, I was hooked to the novel so I thought of recreating it upto my own taste, you can also check the previous one because it will be majorly based on the previous till the story further ahead develops, Thankyou,Peace ! (The Characters or The Cover Image in the story doesn't belong to me, all the credit goes to their respective Creators/Owners) (Note :- No fixed schedules but I will post at regular intervals, will notify in case of future changes)

Gu Xiaor's body trembled as she was pushed onto the luxurious bed. The silk sheets beneath her felt cold, sending a chill down her spine. She knew, from tonight on, her fate was no longer hers to control. Li Juefeng's gaze was cold and predatory, his hands moved over her skin like fire, igniting a shiver in every nerve of her body. "Gu Xiaor, from now on, you belong to me," his deep voice whispered in her ear, a command laced with undeniable dominance. His strong body pressed down on hers, filling the entire space with his overwhelming presence. She bit down hard on her lip, tears slipping uncontrollably from the corners of her eyes. She knew there was no escape from this cruel deal. With her family in shambles and debts piling up, this was her only way out. She had to give herself to this ruthless man. Li Juefeng had no trace of mercy. His every move was filled with wild possessiveness, as if he intended to destroy her soul completely. Her legs were forcibly spread, the coldness of the room contrasting with the heat of his touch. His hands gripped her waist tightly, and his body invaded her without hesitation. Each thrust brought waves of pain and humiliation, searing into her every fiber. Gu Xiaor tried to remain silent, suppressing the urge to cry out, but her body betrayed her. With each forceful movement, her heart raced faster, her breath growing shallow. The sharp pain gradually dulled into numbness, but it was the feeling of helplessness that truly overwhelmed her. She clenched her eyes shut, trying to escape from this degrading moment, but deep inside, an emotion she couldn’t explain began to burn—something that frightened her even more. Li Juefeng grew fiercer with every movement, his sweat dripping onto her skin like burning embers. She dug her nails into his back, desperate to grasp even the faintest illusion of security. But in her heart, she knew—this wasn’t love. It was just a deal, and she was nothing more than a tool for his satisfaction. When he finally reached his climax, Gu Xiaor felt her heart shatter completely. Staring blankly at the ceiling, her vision blurred by tears, the world seemed to stop. She knew, in that moment, she had lost herself. Li Juefeng collapsed beside her, his breathing heavy, his face buried in her neck. Neither of them spoke; only the sound of their ragged breathing filled the room. Gu Xiaor’s mind was in turmoil, torn between agony and confusion. She had no idea if she could ever escape the abyss of love and hate that now bound them. And these 33 days of emotional torment were just the beginning of their tangled fate…

Elara Valtor, the brilliant heiress of a wealthy family, lives a life of privilege until a shocking betrayal changes everything. Accused of being a fake heiress and blamed for her father's death, Elara is disowned and has to run. Struggling to survive in the filthy alleyways of the East End. Finding a new home, passion, family and enemies. Fate again strikes forcing Elara to adopt the alias "Nell" and become a maid for the prestigious Shaw family, determined to use their resources to reclaim her legacy. As she navigates her new life, Elara finds herself drawn to Alistair Shaw, lord of the Shaw family, married to a stunning wife with a loving kid. Torn between her quest for vengeance and burgeoning forbidden love, Elara must confront her past and expose the real conspirators. Will she reclaim her place as the true heiress, or will love to change her destiny?