Hush Hush Frases

Sato Maylene, ou apenas May para seus colegas, sempre levou uma vida pacífica, ainda que marcada pelas frustrações de ser uma mulher solteira e virgem aos 30 anos. Dedicada ao extremo, ela se jogava no trabalho sem pensar no próprio bem-estar-até que sua exaustão a levou à morte. Ao partir, ouviu uma frase enigmática: "O ritual está se concretizando, o novo herói está vindo!". No entanto, ao despertar, não encontrou glória ou invocadores, mas sim uma gruta isolada. Logo percebeu que havia reencarnado com a habilidade de uma healer, uma classe de suporte, e um talento único digno de um herói invocado, capaz de levar sua magia a níveis inimagináveis. Mas antes que pudesse compreender seu verdadeiro potencial, May se viu diante de um Abissal Dragon, uma criatura catastrófica, gravemente ferida após um confronto secular. Movida por seu altruísmo, tentou ajudá-lo, mesmo sabendo que era uma batalha perdida. Impressionado por sua bondade, o dragão lhe ofereceu uma solução inesperada: tornar-se sua hospedeira. Agora, com o espírito de um Abissal Dragon abrigado em seu corpo e um novo nome, May parte em uma jornada com um objetivo simples, mas desafiador-viver uma vida pacífica. Mesmo que, para isso, tenha que enfrentar um mundo desconhecido e desafios inesperados. (O projeto é escrito também no W-attpad e no S-piritFanfiction Plágio é ilegal seja original) (The project is also written on W-attpad and S-piritFanfiction Plagiarism is illegal, be original)

In a dangerous world where warlords rule, monsters roam, and treachery lurks behind every corner, there exists a mercenary known only as Dude. No title, no fancy lineage—just Dude. Women whisper his name in hushed tones. Men either want to hire him or kill him. He’s a walking contradiction—deadly, yet lazy; cocky, yet irresistibly charming; a warrior with the strength of ten men but a habit of forgetting his own plans mid-fight. He never says no to coin, danger, or a damsel in distress. And somehow, no matter how insane the odds, he always pulls through with a smirk on his lips and a blade in his hand. But it’s not just his swordplay that’s legendary. After the dust settles, the women he saves find themselves drawn to him—whether it’s the thrill of survival, the heat of the moment, or just the way his rough hands feel against their skin. And when they give in to the tension, the passion that follows is nothing short of earth-shattering.

"Have you heard of him?" A small boy tugged at a woman's skirt, his tiny finger pointing at the large portrait of a man clad in a minister’s robe. "Shhh! Don’t say its name!" The woman hushed him, glancing around anxiously. She knew the boy was only curious about the drawing, yet the inscription beside it spoke of someone else entirely. Still, the credit had been given to the man in the portrait. "Why?" "We just... don’t say it." "Are you talking about The Next General?" A man dressed as a scholar interjected, inserting himself into the conversation. "Everyone is talking about it. After a hundred years, it has returned. I can't decide whether that fills me with hope or dread." His words were meant to impress, to showcase his knowledge, but the woman only tightened her grip on the boy, scooped him up, and hurried away like a hunted animal sensing danger. The scholar let out a single sharp laugh. "A chaotic rhythm… and marvellously extraordinary times are upon us," he murmured, before turning and walking away. --- Disclaimer This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and events are either the product of the author's imagination or used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or to real events is purely coincidental. The views and opinions expressed by the characters do not necessarily reflect those of the author. This book contains content that may not be suitable for all audiences. Reader discretion is advised. ------- Author-Sama is here with another one, been planning this for quite a while but laziness and procrastination keeps holding me down but now I am free. Here is another exciting historical novel, please enjoy.

Amidst the eerie silence of an unfamiliar hall, a cacophony of confused voices rose, mingling in a chorus of bewilderment. "Where are we?" "What happened?" "I thought I died!" Each utterance hung in the air, a testament to the collective disbelief gripping the room. As the haze of confusion lifted, disjointed memories surfaced, fragments of lives cut short by tragedy. "I remember... I was stabbed..." ventured one voice, echoed by another's affirmation of a similar fate. "I... I died in a plane crash," muttered a third, only to be met with a stunned agreement from a fellow survivor. Amidst the chaos of bewildered voices, one man stood apart, his expression a mask of contemplation amidst the turmoil. As his companions recounted their brushes with death, his mind churned with questions, each more confounding than the last. "I got shot... I remember it vividly," he murmured to himself, his voice barely audible above the din. "So how am I still here?" The enigma of their shared resurrection gnawed at him, compelling him to seek answers in the depths of his memories. With each revelation of a paired demise—a male and female, bound by the same tragic fate—a flicker of recognition ignited within him. "This... this seems familiar," he mused, the pieces of a puzzle slowly coalescing in his mind. But the picture remained incomplete, obscured by the fog of uncertainty that shrouded their surroundings. As the words "pairs, pairs, pairs" echoed in his mind like a cryptic mantra, a sudden realization struck him with the force of a revelation. "It can't be... don't tell me..." he whispered, his voice trembling with disbelief. With a sense of urgency, he began to scan his surroundings, searching for any sign or clue that could confirm his suspicions. Then, as if guided by an unseen force, his gaze shifted upwards, and there, bathed in an ethereal light, stood an angelic figure with golden apparel, its gaze fixed upon him with a warm smile. The sight took his breath away, filling him with a mixture of awe and trepidation. The man's heart raced as faced a real angel, his mind struggling to comprehend the surreal encounter unfolding before him. The angel's words, spoken with an air of amusement, only deepened the enigma shrouding their meeting. "I never expected anyone to notice me," the angel remarked, a hint of playfulness in its voice. "I was concealing my presence to let everyone fully calm down, but to think someone noticed me. Just who are you?" Ethan's disbelief and confusion intensified at the angel's question. "Eh... Ethan Rivers," he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper. As Aurelia, the angel, finally revealed himself to the bewildered assembly, a hush fell over the room, each soul drawn in by his radiant presence and commanding aura. Ethan's gaze lingered on Aurelia. "Greetings, lost souls," Aurelia declared, his voice resonating with a majestic power that seemed to fill the very air around them. "I am Aurelia, and I shall be your guide to your new life." As Aurelia extended his arms in a gesture of welcome, Ethan felt a surge of rage and hesitation, "This it bad, really bad."

“I’m no angel, baby girl. I’ll make you cry, curse, and scream every night once you’re mine. So think twice before you sign this goddamn contract.” +++ Rivana Faye thought nothing could get worse than catching her husband and step-sister making out on their wedding anniversary, only to be shot dead the same day. Instead of the afterlife, Rivana woke up back in the past, on her wedding day, staring right into the eyes of the same bastard who had ruined her life. Fueled by vengeance, she planned to marry him and tear his world apart, just as he had done to her in her previous life. That is, until Azrael Dynar, her supposed husband’s older brother, stepped in with a shocking claim: that they were already married?! "Wifey, are you cheating on me with this tiny loser? Tch, you have poor taste," Azrael drawled, flashing their marriage certificate to everyone's horror. Azrael was everything Rivana had heard in hushed whispers: cold, cunning, and irresistibly seductive. But to her, he was oddly caring and fiercely protective. He even vowed to destroy everyone who had hurt her as long as she continued to be his side, as his darling wife! And the deeper Rivana sank into Azrael’s world, the more her defenses crumbled, leaving her with nothing but growing desires for him. Little did she know, the man she was falling for was no guardian angel but a devil—one responsible for her death, and the very one who could destroy her all over again. --- Excerpt: "You seem to have experience in seducing women, Mr. Dynar," Rivana joked, licking her ice cream. Azrael smirked at her laugh, and the next moment, he pulled her chair closer, causing Rivana's heart to skip a beat. Before she could catch her breath, he suddenly captured her lips, tasting the sweet chocolate on her lips. Pulling back slightly, Azrael smiled, enjoying her reaction. Tracing her lower lip with his thumb, he declared, "You are the first woman I have ever tried to seduce, Rain. And you will also be the last."

Cast down from the heavens for his transgressions—seducing the Sun God’s daughter, taking the wife of the Star God, and bearing a child with the Moon Goddess—the once-mighty deity is stripped of his divinity and bound to a mortal body. Now, he must claw his way back to the realm of the gods, defying their laws, shattering their order, and reclaiming his throne. Armed with forbidden knowledge, an unyielding will, and a thirst for vengeance, he will carve his path through the mortal and divine alike. As he gathers powerful allies, ignites forbidden romances, and unearths secrets hidden even from the gods, his legend will shake the very foundation of existence. Will he rise once more as an immortal ruler, or will the heavens bury him in the ashes of his defiance? Support me with any gift of your choice discord link: https://discord.gg/HxwKtaMt

In my former life, I was a female healer, unaware of the true extent of my powers. My abilities caught the attention of an S-rank guild, and I was recruited with promises of prestige and respect. But instead of the honour I was promised, I was met with betrayal and cruelty. They saw me not as a person, but as a tool to be used and discarded. I endured unspeakable suffering—raped,abused, exploited, and left to die when they no longer had use for me. My life ended in despair, my potential snuffed out by those who saw only their own gain. But fate granted me a second chance. [Ding!] for enduring so much suffering until death, you have awakened the Pleasure system. You will be reincarnated into a new body, would you desire any changes? I stared at the system confused, with lack of time left I simply said "I want to have the memories of this life, so I can get my revenge for what they did to me" [System] Host will be reincarnated with the memories of their current life. I was reincarnated as a boy, this time gifted with the power to manipulate time and a Pleasure system. As my abilities awakened, so too did the memories of my past life. The pain, the humiliation, the injustice—it all came flooding back. This time, I vowed, things would be different. I would not be a victim again. I would rise above the cruelty of my past and claim the power and respect I was denied. Revenge burns within me, but I am patient. Before I confront those who wronged me, I will dismantle the system that allowed such atrocities to occur. The S-rank females who once saw me as nothing more than a plaything will learn the cost of their actions for now i am here to get my revenge. They will come to understand the weight of the suffering they inflicted on me, and they will pay for their sins. Yet, revenge is not my sole purpose. I will become the strongest, the richest, and the most influential figure in this world. I will amass power not just for vengeance, but to ensure that no one can ever take advantage of me. And as I ascend to the pinnacle of strength and wealth, I will claim what was once denied to me: control, respect, money and the loyalty of those who once sought to destroy me. This is my story of redemption, power, and retribution. The boy with time powers will rewrite the narrative of his life, turning tragedy into triumph. Rated 17+, advised not for viewers younger than the age of 17. Discord group link: https://discord.gg/aUkraKD7

I was summoned to another world, hailed as the hero destined to save the kingdom from impending doom. The priests chanted, the nobles watched in awe, and the king himself greeted me with open arms. They called me a warrior blessed by the gods, the saviour who would drive back the darkness.   But when the time came for my divine blessing to manifest, nothing happened. No holy power, no sacred aura—just silence. The cheers turned to whispers, admiration to suspicion. In their eyes, I was a fraud, a mistake. The kingdom had no use for a hero without divine favour.   Without hesitation, they cast me into the Forbidden Forest, a place where monsters roamed and even seasoned adventurers feared to tread. Left to die, In that moment i awakened hidden elite powers. It wasn’t a blessing from the gods. It was mine.   With my newfound strength, I survived. I fought. I conquered. But I had no interest in revenge or proving myself to those who had thrown me away. I just wanted to live in peace.   So, I left the past behind and settled in a quiet village, hoping for a simple life. But fate is never so kind. When rumours of a mysterious warrior in the Forbidden Forest spread, the kingdom’s eyes turned toward me once again.   I never wanted to be their hero. But it seems destiny has other plans.

On a distant alien planet, young Mikey lived a life filled with joy, surrounded by family and loved ones. His peaceful existence shattered when a fleet of powerful UFOs launched a devastating attack, annihilating everything he held dear. Forced to witness the destruction of his world and the deaths of his family, Mikey’s heart burned with grief and rage. With his dying breath, he cried out a vow to the universe: “I will get revenge in my next life.” The gods heard his desperate plea and granted him a second chance. Reborn on a new planet imbued with magic and mystical powers, Mikey awakens in the body of a young boy. At just six months old, he begins to discover his newfound abilities. Guided by a celestial system and the divine entities that saved him, Mikey is determined to fulfill his promise of vengeance. As he grows, Mikey hones his magical talents and trains relentlessly, determined to become the strongest universal warrior. Along his journey as he makes friends, he must navigate the challenges of his new world, face powerful enemies, and uncover the dark truths behind the destruction of his former life. With each step forward, he is inches closer to avenging his family and the planet he lost. Only time will tell if he can rise to be the universe’s strongest warrior. NO NTR!, NO SMUT!. Discord link: https://discord.gg/hfnrvyRh

{WSA ENTRY} Planet X was built to be humanity’s next utopia—a thriving city far from Earth. But for five kids, something feels off. Every morning, everything resets. At first, they think it’s just déjà vu, but the cracks in reality grow impossible to ignore. Time loops. Objects move before they touch them. People repeat the same words, the same actions—except for them. As they search for answers, they realize they’re not just trapped in a cycle—someone, or something, is keeping them here. The deeper they dig, the more disturbing the truth becomes. The city’s origins, the failed experiments, the shadow that watches them from outside the loop—it all points to a terrifying reality. The loop isn’t just a glitch And they’re not the only ones inside. With time running out, they must make a choice: escape and risk everything—or stay and lose themselves forever. But some doors were never meant to be opened. And now the final reset begins NO YURI!, NO NTR!, NO ECCHI!, NO SMUT SCENES I THINK?not sure hehe. MOSTLY SCI-FI. Support me with daily power stones. DISCORD LINK: https://discord.gg/HxwKtaMt

In a world where hunters brave deadly dungeons for fortune and glory, Sung-min and his friends are lowly E-rank hunters struggling to survive. When a routine mission goes wrong, they awaken a mysterious power tied to ancient systems, transforming them into something more than ordinary hunters. But as they grow stronger, they uncover a dark conspiracy that threatens their world. With rival hunters, powerful guilds, and demonic forces standing in their way, the group must navigate a dangerous path of betrayal, sacrifice, and self-discovery.

In a world where humans and mythical beasts once coexisted, the Dragon Heir is born every thousand years to restore balance. Kai, a lowly orphan in the kingdom of Eldoria, discovers he carries the bloodline of the last Dragon King. With an ancient dragon soul sealed within him, Kai must navigate a treacherous world of warring kingdoms, forbidden magic, and vengeful gods. But will he master his powers in time to prevent the annihilation of both humans and dragons?

Kuro’s life was ordinary—until it wasn’t. A fatal encounter with danger leaves him with a choice: face oblivion or venture into the Underworld. He chooses the latter, unaware of the trials that await. In this dark and fantastical realm, Kuro is no longer a nobody. Marked as a candidate for the next Demon King, he must navigate deadly challenges, form alliances with powerful—and alluring—companions, and uncover the secrets of his mysterious power. But the path to the throne is fraught with danger, and Kuro must fight not only to survive but to forge his destiny. With action, romance, and a harem of unique allies, Journey to the Underworld: How I Became the Demon King is a tale of power, ambition, and self-discovery. Will Kuro rise to become the Demon King, or will the Underworld claim him first?

In a near-future world, humanity colonizes the moon to escape Earth's environmental collapse. A group of astronauts arrives at a newly constructed lunar base, only to discover strange, shadowy entities that seem to defy all known physics. Curiosity drives them to uncover the truth, but what they find may shatter their understanding of reality—and their chance of survival.

King Niklaus Mikaelson, a name that resonated with both fear and reverence across the Mythralian Peninsula, was a figure shrouded in a dark, commanding aura. His reputation as the most ruthless and strongest ruler had been etched into the annals of history through countless conquests and acts of sheer dominance. The Kingdom of Emberlyn, his seat of power, had become a formidable force under his iron-fisted rule, expanding relentlessly as he sought to unite the entire peninsula beneath his banner. Niklaus was a man who wielded authority like a weapon, his charisma a tool for bending others to his will. To the world, he was the epitome of power and allure, the man every woman desired and every rival feared. Yet, beneath his striking exterior and regal bearing lay a darkness as deep and unyielding as the obsidian blade he kept sheathed at his side. In the resplendent Kingdom of Aquarion, where the gentle whispers of the wind and the serene beauty of the landscape paint a portrait of tranquility, Princess Emily Wilson stands as a luminous enigma. As the eldest and middle daughter of King Wilson, Emily is a figure both revered and shrouded in mystery, a living legend whose beauty is spoken of in hushed, reverent tones. Emily’s physical beauty is legendary, though it remains largely unseen by the world beyond her family. Her rare blue eyes, deep and mesmerizing, are said to capture the essence of the sky and the sea, reflecting a depth of emotion and intelligence that transcends mere appearance. Her blonde hair, a cascade of sunlit strands, frames her face with a halo of ethereal light, adding to her mystique. To those who have glimpsed her, Emily is a vision of unparalleled grace, a princess whose beauty is as captivating as it is elusive. Yet, Emily’s allure extends far beyond her physical appearance. She embodies a unique blend of wisdom, strength, and purity, qualities that make her a formidable presence in her kingdom. Her wisdom is profound, her decisions guided by an insight that belies her years. She approaches her role with a sense of purpose and clarity, balancing the weight of her responsibilities with the grace of a true leader.

“Call me wicked call me mad call me crazy but I don’t mind, you’re mine and I am not leaving you for anyone you just belong to me!! why do you look so frightened? don’t you know love is a beautiful thing? why can’t you accept the love I have for you? I know I am crazy but hush!!!! love I will love you like never known before”

Helen settled in the living room, the silence heavy like an unwelcome weight. The only sound in the room, the soft ticking of the wall clock, reminded her that time was going—time she no longer wanted to count. Her mind a mist of thoughts, she subconsciously followed the edge of her coffee mug, her fingers fluttered slightly. None of the questions gnawed at her throughout the long, sleepless night could be answered. \n \n She had only arrived from the hospital early that morning. The doctor's words pulsed in her mind like an unusual symphony: *You're pregnant, Helen. Your baby is now. The child was not anybody's kid. This offspring was Jack's. She ought to have felt something, should have been elated, but she did not. No happiness came from the news. Not today at all. Not after everything that had turned out. For months now, Jack had withdrawn. At first there were minor indicators—forgotten anniversaries, the sudden late work hours, the missed phone calls. But everything changed when she discovered the lipstick on his shirt collar, the one that was not hers, the one she was sure didn belonged to anyone he worked with. He didn't even attempt to hide it. Though he was not one to be totally truthful either, Jack was not one to fib. \n \n The door banging wide open disrupted her thinking. \n \n Jack's fists clenched at his sides in the doorway, his face red with fury. Once warm and love for her, his eyes were now cold and free of any compassion. "Helen," he howled, his voice cutting, "I want a divorce." The words stung her as a slap to the face. The way she felt she knew everything came undone was as if the planet moved below her. Her stomach turned and her heart pained. Things were not meant to be like this. Her trust, her love, her dedication she had provided him. And still, here he was saying she is over. Jack waited not for an answer. His eyes on hers, he tore into the room. He appeared more furious than she had ever seen him. "I'm seeing Jane," he snapped out, as though he had just revealed a new line of sneakers. Your worst enemy. the one who really knows how to make me happy. Helen is better than you. She is more sensitive, finer, and more affectionate. She truly pays attention when I speak; not like you." \n \n Helen's throat clenched as she fought to consume the lump of bitterness rising inside her. Jane? The idea of it made her stomach turn with a combination of shock and treachery; this very same Jane with whom she had been loved for years? How might Jack accomplish this? How could he betray her with the one person she trusted most? Jane wasnuggested completed. "You at most can't give me a child," he went on venomously. "I maybe do not even know why I am still here. For years you have been infertile. I must not continue living like this. I need someone who can provide me the future—someone who can fulfill me. Helen blinked, his words piercing her heart like stings. She opened her mouth to talk, to justify herself, to describe how she had exhausted every means to conceive, but the words caught in her throat. It was pointless. Jack had his mind fixed. Already left, he would not change no matter what she said. \n \n Her lips released a cold, derisive laugh, a hushed sound that sounded like it echoed all over the otherwise quiet room. "You believe it is that simple?" she said, her voice full of feeling trembling. "You believe you can simply discard everything we have developed because you found someone else? Simply younger, simply prettier, simply someone who can give you children?" Jack's eyes stiffened, his jaw set, and he walked a step toward her. Absolutely. Whenever first person pronouns are used in sentences, I respond. I have had it with you, Helen. There is no need for me to justify myself. Simply sign the documents. It has come to an end.

In a world that is torn between light and shadow, Kael Deryn is the notorious Eclipse Sovereign, who has accepted his fate as the villain who evokes throughout the empires. His cold and calculating pursuit of revenge against the gods who betrayed him is a chorus of destruction and manipulation, and he plays every single note with merciless accuracy. But when a hasty act of magic—an instant of absolute boredom—saves the life of a child, Kael’s life starts to spiral around. He is mistaken for a humble savior by the rising saint, Elaine Varess, every dark deed he commits is ridiculously branded as heroism. Soon, the factions from all over the empire come together under his unintentional banner, all proclaiming him as the prophesied savior that’s destined to destroy a tyrannical god, who is quite ironically Kael’s sworn enemy. Being caught in net of devotion, betrayal, and divine plots, Kael must steer through the chaos his new reputation brings him. As the boundary between identity and deception starts to fade, Kael has to face the ultimate irony: the villain who desired to destroy the world may actually have to save it. In the midst of hushed whispers of rebellion, ancient artifacts, and truths that can break reality, this is a tale of dark humor, high risks, and the pull of destiny. How do you destroy a system that has marked you as its hero? What does it mean to fight to gain you freedom when you yourself don’t believe in it? Dive into the shadows, where nothing is as it really seems and every choice comes at the price of humanity or maybe something even darker.

Prophecy gives herald to Hyacinth, who will purge. Hyacinth, who will cleanse. Hyacinth, who will bring Calamity. Several hundred years ago, on her seventeenth birthday, that prophesy was fulfilled, leaving the world a barren wasteland. Its population decimated and its surface cracked and marred, it has become a world of survival and savagery, pitting man against nature, and man against itself. Hyacinth, a name spoken of in hushed tones and furtive whispers, is now a creature of legend who brings bad omens and ill fortune to those who cross her path. Dinessa Lemphry never quite believed in the tales of Hyacinth, always believing them to be old stories mothers told their daughters to keep them from sneaking out at night. Until she meets the haunted legend herself, wandering and unchanged despite three hundred years since the destruction of the world. But change is in the air and a strange magic is beginning to stir. Though generations have passed down the legend of Hyacinth the Cataclysm, there's another part to the prophesy that is all but forgotten, remembered and spoken of by only a few. The oracles long lost calls for redemption and salvation. Hyacinth, who will forgive. Hyacinth, who will save. Hyacinth, who will Absolve.

In the moonlit shadows of ancient India, the saga of Vikram and Vetal unfolds. King Vikramaditya, resolute and fearless, seeks to capture the elusive Vetal, a celestial spirit haunting the desolate forest. As Vikram approaches, a mysterious aura envelops him, and Vetal, a spectral figure, begins to weave enchanting tales of love, betrayal, and intrigue. With each tale, Vetal challenges Vikram with riddles that pierce the veil of morality, testing the king's intellect and principles. The spectral figure challenges, "Speak, Vikram, unravel the threads of destiny." A hushed symphony of riddles ensues. "Your tales weave a web of enigma, Vetal, but my silence shall remain unbroken," declares Vikram, in his heart. The ghostly spirit, undeterred, responds, "Silence, the veil that separates mortal wisdom from celestial mysteries. Speak, Vikram, and plunge into the depths of your own destiny." The air crackles with tension as Vikram grapples with the stories, each one a labyrinth of choices and consequences. The moon watches silently as the king and the spirit engage in a dance of wisdom, wit, and the mysteries that lie beyond the mortal realm.

Edward's touch was gentle yet electrifying as he drew Seutsui closer, his lips seeking hers with a hunger that mirrored her own. As their mouths met in a fervent kiss, a rush of heat surged between them. With a tender caress, Edward's tongue traced the curve of Seutsui's lips, seeking entrance to the depths of her being. As she parted her lips in silent invitation, he delved inside, their tongues entwining with desire.  *** He crouched down to my height and sighed. " Listen here, muffin," he began, his tone gentle yet firm "I wish I could tell you, but I think it's better if we wait for Saitous. So now, be a good girl and stop worrying so much, okay?" There was no room for Argument yet his voice... I didn't feel the reliance I always felt when he talked. He gently patted my hair and walked towards his room. This is worrying me more and more... "Entwined in Thorns: A Princess's Desperate Whispers" A lost princess unravels her hidden truth, setting forth on a courageous journey to reclaim her birthright. "Entwined in Thorns: A Princess's Desperate Whispers" chronicles the tale of hushed longings echoing through the challenging path she forges. With a delicate yet determined spirit, the princess stands resolute in fighting for her and her people. Amidst the thorns, the only confidant she had and wanted yet struggled to keep was a possessive and potent man whose love was clouded by warmth just for her. Why should she struggle? Who would dare to touch her with him beside her? Who would dare to take her from him? As she grapples with her own conflicted emotions will she be able to survive two people? One in whom she finds her solace and where she planted her love and one who claims her as his yet dare to be so cruel to her. Can she navigate the treacherous path to her rights while finding warmth in the most unexpected places? Content Warning: Attention Readers: This is a work of fiction intended to transport you to another dimension of storytelling. However, it may ventures into dark romance, exploring themes such as abuse, graphic fantasies, captivity, violence, and non-consensual acts. Please be aware that these themes are depicted in a graphic manner. Characters and incidents in this book are purely products of the author's imagination and are works of fiction. While sweet romance is also present, it's imperative not to disregard this warning. If you find certain content distressing or triggering, take the necessary steps to prioritize your mental well-being. Your emotional health is paramount, and it's perfectly acceptable to opt out of reading if you feel uncomfortable. Thank you for your understanding and consideration.

"Hush, don't make a sound," her voice cracked. "You can do this for Mommy, right?" Cara nodded her little head. She knew it was what her mother needed from her, even though she didn't understand why. Her mother kissed her on the chick, and then quickly pushed her into the vent. Liquid metal materialized from her hand and sealed the vent, making it look like it couldn't be opened. That was the last memory she had of her mother. True to her words, she never uttered a single word in the presence of anyone. She couldn't protect her family then, but she promised to get stronger and avenge them. Until then, she would be silent plotting the demise of all those who hurt the ones she loved.

In the land of Thebes, Prince Azech-I is a ruler blessed by Anubis, a king whose power is whispered in hushed tones. But when the Pharaoh Cairo-IV's most lethal assassin, Nofri-it, is sent to end his life, fate spins a web of love and betrayal. What was meant to be a death sentence turns into a forbidden romance, as the two men fall deeply in love. But just as quickly as their bond blooms, Nofri-it vanishes without a trace, leaving Azech-I to search the world for his lost lioness. Years later, the truth shatters Azech-I's heart—Nofri-it was never a lover, but a tool sent to kill him. Betrayed and furious, Azech-I discovers that Nofri-it has been imprisoned by Pharaoh Cairo, kept in the dungeons of Memphis for failing his mission. The ruler of Thebes will stop at nothing to reclaim what is his. With vengeance in his heart, Azech-I plans to torment Nofri-it, declaring war on Cairo’s kingdom to retrieve his lover and make him suffer as he once did. When Azech-I drags a fragile, broken Nofri-it back to Thebes, the true torment begins. A man once filled with pride now plans to make Nofri-it his captive once more, keeping him caged and humiliated for the sins of his past. The battle for power, love, and revenge will tear through Egypt—nothing is sacred when the Pharaoh’s wrath is unleashed. "I loved you. You were my lioness. Now, you're nothing but a broken thing." "And yet, you will keep me, won't you? Like a pet, a prize."

In the revered halls of the Soaring Dragon Sect, strength defines worth. For Lin Feng, years of effort have yielded only disappointment. Branded as the sect’s weakest disciple, he is given a final chance—achieve the impossible within a year or be cast out forever. His punishment? Exile to Cloudhaven Outpost, a place where failures go to be forgotten. Yet fate has other plans. A storm, a cave, and a forgotten symbol carved into stone change everything. A jade lotus, pulsing with an ancient rhythm, awakens something deep within him. When he emerges, he is no longer the same. His qi flows differently, his body hums with an unfamiliar energy, and whispers of knowledge press against the edges of his mind—secrets no one ever taught him. At Cloudhaven, he meets Elder Lian, a master whose knowledge of cultivation is unlike anything he has encountered. Under her relentless training, his stagnation shatters, his growth accelerating at an unnatural pace. But skill alone is not enough to escape the weight of his past. A friend from his former life arrives with a warning, a message wrapped in quiet urgency, a name spoken in hushed tones—Ren Zhao. There are forces beyond the sect’s politics, forces that have slumbered for centuries but have never ceased their search. And Lin Feng, in his ignorance, may have lit a beacon for them. The past is not as distant as history claims, and bloodlines are not as forgotten as the victors would wish. As visitors approach Cloudhaven, the walls around Lin Feng begin to close. The journey ahead is uncertain, but one thing is clear: power is never given, only taken.

[BASED ON MY PSYCHOLOGICAL THRILLER WEBTOON : HUSH] Choi Eun-ho, a notorious unidentified serial killer who began his grim journey as a child under the sinister grip of his father's blackmail. Fate takes an unexpected turn when Eun-Ho mysteriously meets his own demise, only to awaken in a haunting realm where Earth no longer exists. Here, shrouded by the dark powers of an enigmatic entity, he is trapped in an endless cycle of reincarnation. As he navigates this unsettling existence, questions loom ominously in his mind: Can he untangle the web of deceit that has bound him for so long? Could it be that his killer was not who he always believed them to be? And what is the significance of the faceless beings that inhabit this strange realm? The answers await, shrouded in mystery, and urging him to confront his past and seek redemption as he fights for freedom. ••• A captivating story, yeah? Riku Ishihara sure thinks so. One day, when he finally sets out to read the WEBTOON ‘HUSH’ that has been breaking the internet in his community with its unique concept, he finds himself getting sucked in, forced to carry out the mission in the Protagonist’s body! One problem? He doesn’t even know the storyline yet.

She was everything I'd ever dreamed of in a woman - charming, sweet, and utterly mysterious. We spent hours talking, her laughter like wind chimes in the breeze, her intellect sharp and insightful. I was captivated, falling deeper into the abyss of her charm with every passing moment. But as the days turned into weeks, a subtle shift occurred. Her gaze, once warm and inviting, began to flicker with a chilling intensity. Her laughter, once light and carefree, grew tinged with a darker undercurrent. Whispers followed her, hushed and secretive, speaking of a power she held and a lineage she concealed. One moonlit night, under the watchful gaze of a full moon, she confessed her true identity. She was the Demon Princess, a being of ancient magic and forbidden power. My heart, once filled with love, is now pounded with a mixture of fear and fascination. The woman who had stolen my heart was also a creature of legend, a being of darkness and light, a contradiction that both terrified and enthralled me. This was no ordinary love story; it was a tale of forbidden desires and impossible choices, a journey into the depths of a love that defied all boundaries.

Mu Evershade, the 21st century's most fearsome mercenary known as "Queen of Shadows", is reborn as a disdained cripple in a borderland city! Facing public humiliation from a broken engagement? Abandoned by her own clan? Divine providence intervenes—she's revealed as the long-lost treasure of the Imperial Guardian Manor! Awakening her Celestial Empress heritage, she forges divine pills, crafts primordial artifacts, commands mythical beasts, and weaves world-shattering arrays! As she ascends to godhood, regretful clans grovel while her ex-betrothed begs forgiveness. Yet the Mad Emperor who rules all realms crushes celestial thunder, snarling: "Who dares touch my treasure shall witness universal destruction!" Mu Evershade traces his blood-stained lips: "Hush... My throne shares space only for you, my eternal counterpart."

The narrative unfolds in the 13th-century Kingdom of Alvernia, where, upon its northern marches, lies the Blackwood Forest, a woodland steeped in malediction. Within its shadowed depths dwell werewolves, whom the local villagers, in hushed whispers, dub 'Children of the Moon'. Deemed heretics by the Church, the lycanthropes are subjected to relentless purges, whilst their scattered tribes desperately seek to eke out an existence within the slender margins of survival. The tale itself is a tapestry woven from the threads of cursed origins, the kingdom's internecine power struggles, and the enduring travail of human nature

Luo Chen era um lixo para seu clã, ridicularizado por não ter talento algum para o cultivo. Mas quando seu povo é massacrado, ele desperta o poder de um Dao Proibido, um caminho de cultivo tão poderoso que foi apagado da história. Com a Roda do Destino, ele pode absorver técnicas esquecidas e superar qualquer oponente… mas a um custo terrível. Agora, Luo Chen precisa escolher entre sua humanidade e seu desejo de vingança. Quando os deuses tentam apagá-lo, ele responde com apenas uma frase: "Se o destino me rejeita, eu queimarei o destino."

What is knowledge? Is it power or a sin? Is it a burden or a blessing? What if faith and ignorance? What is the truth hidden beneath reality? If knowledge has a price, is it worth paying? This was the question thrown at Matthew as he set on to find the truth behind the disappearance of his mother. As he went on the journey to find the truth he heard whispers from the Abyss. A voice that mirrored his own spoke in a hush voice, [The Abyss has been shattered, The Lord has fallen as you have been chosen. When worlds collide. The Lord shall rise once again.] A story woven by the people, given life by the world, spread across the Universe and finally manifested in a different one. This is the story of a Lord of the Abyss.