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Sudden reappearance of Mytharok - a world cloaked in mist and ancient claims - disrupts everything. The so-called guardians of cosmic balance emerge from obscurity, speaking of patterns beyond comprehension and trials resembling the beggining of recorded history. Caught in the current of these unraveling truths are two reluctant figures. Fengyu, the disillusioned younger brother of a ruler, floats above it all with cultivated indifference. He claims to want nothing - no power, no purpose - but beneath his nonchalance lies a restless question: is his detachment freedom, or merely fear? Mokai, raised to be flawless and invisible, begins to crack under the weight of others’ expectations. Trained to serve, never to desire, he now finds himself faced with choices that require more than perfection - they demand honesty. As the two are drawn deeper into the secrets of the gates and the mystery of Firme, they must confront not only a reshaping universe but also the quiet revolutions within themselves. For the greatest collision may not be between worlds - but between who they were, and who they are becoming.

Ten thousand years later, ice has melted. The Soul Federation Scientific Exploration team found an egg with a gold and silver pattern on it in the far north of the land, and after examining it with an apparatus, they found out that there were vital signs inside. They hurriedly brought it back to the institute for hatching. The egg hatched, but it was a baby, a baby exactly the same as a human - a baby born out of an egg.

I died with her voice in my code—and woke up with nothing. No power. No past. No name worth keeping. Just a child’s body in a world where men obey, and women command breath, blood, and flame. The House of Anara runs the monastery that reshaped me. They think I’m quiet. Useful. Harmless. But I’ve begun to see the gaps in their structure. I have an eye for patterns. A mind built for systems. And more than anything— I have memory. I have theory.

He’s her assistant. Loyal. Obedient. Untouchable. Victoria Sharp built her tech empire from scratch. She's rich, ruthless, and always in control. No scandals, no distractions—especially not from a certain devastatingly attractive executive assistant with bewitching eyes and a voice that could ruin her in seconds. James Mitchell has worked under Victoria for three years, hiding his desire behind professionalism and perfect ties. He knows the rules. He respects her boundaries. But when she starts breaking her own, James isn’t sure how long he can keep pretending he doesn’t want her. What begins as subtle tension—lingering stares, coffee with hidden meanings, after-hours “accidental” meetings—spirals into something hotter, darker, and far more dangerous. She’s used to power. He’s used to silence. But neither of them is ready for obsession. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "If you want these lips, then earn them." James's words hung in the air between them, transforming the atmosphere in Victoria's office from tense confrontation to something entirely unprecedented. Victoria sat frozen in her chair, her lips still parted in silent shock, her mind struggling to process what had just transpired. Earn them. The phrase echoed in her thoughts, foreign and disorienting. "If you want to keep tasting these lips, then you'll have to woo me." The additional statement landed like a second shockwave. Woo him? Victoria Sharp didn't woo anyone. ------------- "Victoria, what are you—" James words died in his throat as he felt the warm, wet heat of her tongue against his exposed chest. Victoria had found the gap in his shirt and was licking his skin with deliberate, erotic slowness that made his entire body go rigid with shock and arousal. The sensation was unlike anything James had ever experienced—raw and intimate and so unexpected that it short-circuited his ability to think coherently. Victoria's tongue was warm and soft against his skin, tracing patterns that sent bolts of electricity straight to his core. This was madness, she knew that. But she was past caring about sanity or propriety or any of the rules that had governed her life up until this moment. All she cared about was the man in her arms and the way he made her feel like she was coming alive for the first time in years. Her tongue found the small mole on under his right eye, and she felt James's entire body shudder at the contact. "I love that mole on you," she whispered against his skin, her voice husky with desire. James's eyes slammed shut at the intimate contact, his body betraying him as a soft groan escaped his lips. The sensation of Victoria's tongue on his face was so unexpected, so boldly sensual, that his pulse hammering against his throat. "I will do as you say, James," she said, her voice husky with desire and determination. "I will woo you." The words sent a jolt of satisfaction through James's system, but it was her next statement that made his breath catch. "However, you should know that I am very territorial." "You just sit down, look effortlessly handsome, and prepare to be wooed," she said, her voice carrying all the authority of a woman who was used to getting exactly what she wanted. "Remember, James," she said, her voice dropping to a whisper that somehow managed to carry more authority than any shout ever could. "You are mine." The declaration hung between them like a brand, marking him as surely as if she'd physically claimed him. Enemies-to-lovers tension CEO x Executive Assistant Office slow-burn with high heat Obsession, betrayal, and emotional redemption One woman who’s never been owned—and the man she can’t control If you love dominant heroines breaking their own rules, devoted but strong men, and drama that keeps you breathless, then be ready to be will consumed.

Class XI-C is cursed. That’s what the whispers say. Students are vanishing. Names are being forgotten. Entire identities erased like they never existed. Vicki Arana wasn’t supposed to be special. Just another teenager trying to survive high school without failing math or losing his mind. Unfortunately, he already failed the second one. Because something ancient lives inside him. An entity of war. Of oaths. Of blood. Its name is Avici Narak, and it whispers in forgotten tongues and drags nightmares into daylight. When the boundary between memory and reality starts to fracture, Vicki along with his golden-retriever best friend Raka Ardhana, and ruthless logic-machine Nayla Miarna must unravel the truth behind the school’s hidden history, a growing pattern of disappearances, and a blood covenant that should have stayed buried. All while being stalked by forces older than the gods. There's a shadow that watches. A broker that knows too much. And an ancient name no one dares to say: Narakasura. The rules of existence are breaking. The pact is unraveling. And Vicki may not survive long enough to ask: “Whose name disappears next?”

Across the vast convolution of worlds, divine beings rule as absolute sovereigns—each god assigned dominion over a singular realm. Skirmishes are inevitable, whether for power, amusement, or sheer pettiness. One such battle, between Nexus, the God of Trickery, and an aging, senile deity, resulted in an anomaly… A soul misplaced. Elliot, an ordinary man, was never meant for Ul’Tra-el. But fate, or perhaps a cosmic prank, had other plans. Unlike other worlds, Ul’Tra-el is an aberration—one that developed a voice. A voice that diverged from the natural order. A voice that changed everything. Its foundation cracked, leaking dimensions into one another. Rifts tore open like festering wounds, vomiting forth unspeakable horrors—monsters not meant to exist. But the world did not sit idly by. In response—perhaps an act of self-preservation—the world gifted its inhabitants power. Talents awakened, granting people extraordinary abilities. And for every rift sealed, the Voice of Ul rewarded them generously. Survival was simple: fight, grow stronger, and close the rifts… or die trying. In this ruthless, blood-soaked reality, Northern—a white-haired boy burdened by his past life—was reincarnated. But unlike the chosen heroes, he awakened as a talentless nobody. No power. No strength. No future. And when death loomed over him—when despair clawed at his soul and the cold grip of the failure threatened to take him— A Voice responded: [System Notice] [Your Soul cannot take a form.] [Searching for a Unique Pattern Ability…] [Searching…] [Search Found.] [A Unique System Ability has been detected.] [You Can Copy And Evolve Talents] ... Follow Northern through his journey as he becomes the pinnacle of this world. This a story about a white-haired boy’s rise from rubbles!! Note: This is an overpower genre but MC does not just start off like that. Even though MC can copy talents he doesn't just jump around copying talents because there's a limitation. However, his rise to strength is depicted and is an experience to enjoy. The first few hundreds would be frustrating to follow because MC is weak but that makes the experience all the more interesting when MC finally gets freaking strong and starts wiping the floor with everyones asses.

Ashley Wilson was raised within an affluent and lovely family. This privilege offered her access to a well structured cognitive development. Growing up, she had a top-notch lifestyle, ranging from education to social. She rode on fundamental life’s principles. Her successes were significantly connected to her potent family background, alongside the determination and resolute spirit she exuded. Amidst these advantages, there loomed a major factor that could hinder her from getting the best in life, which was fear. Dispelling that trait would help in maximising her goals. Ashley almost slipped into depression, thinking her dad who happened to be a Lieutenant General was gone, and might not return home, due to a peacekeeping engagement. Her dad occupied an irreplaceable place in their lives. Will her spirit be revivified back to her lively state to keep pursuing her goals back in life? How seamless will her medical school dream be? What significant pressure will her choice of career portend in shaping her psyche and decision making pattern, bringing out a rounded and fulfilled person she had been programmed to be? In some circumstances, she doused the tension of dread or trepidation by bracing up to become successful through the odds. Similarly, her thoughts and decisions were processed to align with some sort of anxiety, dictating her choices. Other events revolved round the minor plot of a male character who was undaunted by his family’s past emotional and mental fear against suppressing his dream of a military career. The novel captures various scenarios of angst following certain occurrences. It’s chronicled through a developmental plot structure of anxiety. It further touches on love, passion, determination, successes and failure explored through diverse characters.

The world, gripped by strange tremors, leads the Carlyle family—Mark, Sarah, Lily, and Ethan—to a secluded forest. There, they are frozen, witnessing Umbra, the Weaver of Change, battle a cosmic regression as the Aether surges back into Earth, threatening to unravel reality. Surviving this, they meet Enoch, an ancient Watcher. He reveals Umbra bestowed upon them The Cadence's Echo, amplifying their innate connections to the Aether's Bronze (Lily's magic), Iron (Ethan and Sarah's psychic abilities), and Silver (Sarah's prophetic visions) strands. This profound transformation also physically re-patterned them, granting new resilience. While Sarah grapples with an inherited rage from her temporal visions, and Mark's own powers remain a mystery, the family faces their extraordinary new reality just as Sarah and Ethan return from a perilous journey.

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Failing at the ceremony, Ethan became a Broken Carrier, the worst and weakest of them all. In this world where abilities had to be created and found through the Patterns, Ethan had no choice but to risk everything to change his fate. “So this is my Construct?” Ethan gazed at the massive gears of his core, preparing to harness a new power. The weakest carriers could always become the strongest, all that was needed were methods, desperate and risky, just like the world itself.

In a world ruled by powers, rank is everything. Society thrives on a strict hierarchy where the powerful rise and the powerless are crushed underfoot. D ranks all the way up to S rank. At the bottom of that chain are the Blanks—those born without any ability. Worthless. Invisible. Doomed. Zaire has always been one of them. Mocked, beaten, and discarded, he’s endured every cruelty that comes with being a Blank. In a prestigious academy built on ranks and reputation, Zaire survives through silence. He shows up, stays out of the way, and endures the fists, the whispers, the scorn. After all, what can someone like him do in a place made to glorify strength? Hes weak. And Zaire is trying to believe it too. But when old patterns resurface and the mask begins to crack, the monster within starts to stir again. Because in a world where only the strong survive... what happens when the devourer stops pretending to be the prey?

Dr. Max Hamilton is a world-renowned forensic pathologist — razor-sharp, methodical, and unflinching in the face of death. In courtrooms and crime scenes alike, he’s a legend for his uncanny ability to mimic a killer’s thought process and reconstruct the final moments of a victim’s life. But while Max gives voice to the dead, his own life is stitched together with precision — hiding a past he cannot afford to exhume. Beneath his cold brilliance lies a secret buried deep, a trauma he’s dissected from memory but never escaped. When a string of murders mirrors techniques only Max would recognize — patterns never made public — suspicion starts to whisper in corners he can’t control. As the cases creep closer to his guarded history, Max is forced into a dangerous autopsy of his own silence. And this time, the dead aren't the only ones being exposed.

They say devils are born, unleashed, and erased at 3 am. Vailhom is the only country that hunts them — hidden from the world, sending out trained killers to wipe devils off the face of the earth. These devils take many forms. Some look like us. Some don’t. Blade is one of Vailhom’s mainland hunters — cold, focused, and deadly. He doesn’t fight for glory. He follows orders, finishes the job, and moves on. But with each mission, something starts to feel off. Patterns. Whispers. The kind of signs you’re told to ignore. Blade thought this was just the job. He didn’t know he was standing on the edge of something far worse. Disclaimer: This is a work of dark fantasy. All characters, devils, and events are fictional. The story is not intended to reflect or represent any real religion or belief system. Devils in this story are evil and destructive forces — nothing more.

Kael Valeon has nothing — no magic, no prestige, only his fists and his love for his sister, Lyra. But when Lyra is revealed to possess a rare, divine-level constitution, the two are thrown into a world of power, politics, and deadly secrets. Kael barely scrapes into the academy beside her… unaware that within him sleeps the fragment of a forgotten god. As betrayals unfold and ancient forces stir, Kael awakens a power that could challenge the heavens — if it doesn’t consume him first. Bound by blood. Forged by fate. Hunted by gods. The world is breaking, and Kael might be the only one who remembers how it was built.

To Zuri, men are nothing more than missions. She seduces them, exposes them, and ruins them. One after another. It’s not just revenge. It’s justice. A game she plays with cold satisfaction. Every man she targets is a predator. A liar. A user. And by the time she’s done, they know exactly how powerless they really are. But when she’s assigned to Makai Huxley, the man who doesn’t fit the pattern, Zuri’s rules begin to blur. He’s calm. Unreadable. And worst of all, he makes her feel. Falling for him could destroy everything. What she doesn’t know? She’s not the hunter this time. She’s the prey.

Hello! My name is Aman Vasuki. I belong to the Royal Family of Vasuki Clan which is the Clan of Shapeshifting Serpents. Currently, I am working as a caretaker of a human boy named Mei Wei. Why? Because I am going to kill his father…. Aman's life was like a dream. He belonged to the Royal Family of a Clan of Shapeshifting Serpents. He had a loving family, supportive friends and riches of the world. All in all, he lived a dream like life. But one day this dream got shattered… On the night of blood moon, when he was stripped off his powers, four humans ruined him. They took what was most precious to him…. But, now he is back to get his revenge on the very people that snatched his world from him. But why does Mei Wang's son always give him a look which is filled with love? And why does his heart suddenly start feeling calm when he is close to Mei Wei? Excerpt: The cold wind was blowing with a swoosh sound. The area was dead silent despite four people being there and a fifth pair of eyes looking at them. Aman's upper human body was glistening with a little sweat, Meanwhile his lower body was turned into a fiery red snake's. The golden pattern on it shining under the moonlight. In this snake tail, he was holding a trembling human. He was trembling with fear of death. Aman brought him closer and looked at him closely. He turned back, his long red hair blowing with the wind, suddenly he laughed out loud but this laugh was not heartily but bone chilling, "I am so happy to see the fear of death in your eyes, SAGE SAETANG!" He laughed again, "I think this look of fear suits all three of you. You know, when I killed your friend Melvin he was even crying and even begging me to spare him. Unfortunately, death is inevitable. Is it not?" Aman asked Sage, as he brought him closer and rubbed his hair with his hand like a child. He was smiling but his eyes were filled with killing intent. The rub resulted in Sage's scalp becoming numb, he furiously nodded, "of course his pathetic twin brother did not fare any better. I did not get the feeling of originality, you know." Aman pouted, showing his dissatisfaction, "wailing and gaping like a fish out of water. He even offered me that he would give all of his properties to me? But what use could I have of that. This look of fear provides me with much satisfaction than any riches in the world." "And now, now the same look is in your eyes. I bet you can see death standing somewhere. But why are you not pleading? At least cry a little," Aman told Sage whose mouth was still sealed. Cold flashes in his eyes and he started tightening the coiling of his tail around Sage's body, "forget it. Do as you please. After all it's your own death. But don't blame me if Mei Wang cries louder and surpasses you when I kill him." He showed a smile that made Sage's stomach flip, "I can't wait anymore to kill-" "AMAN!!" The shout was loud enough but Aman could even feel the emotions hidden in it, shock, betrayal, disbelief and extreme hurt. His whole demeanour fell on the ground, he also changed back into a complete human. Sage also fell on the hard ground with him. Aman looked up and there he was. Standing in front of him was Mei Wei…. **** How would Mei Wei react? And will their relationship survive this? What did those four people do to destroy Aman's life? Why does he want to take revenge? Is it possible for 4 mere humans to ruin a supernatural being? Or someone entirely unexpected is the mastermind behind? Join me to witness Aman's Tale of Revenge and find out all the answers to all of your questions.... Warning:- This story contains mature scenes; explicit violence, death, rape, male pregnancy and torture. If you are not comfortable or you are underage please stay away. **Although in every mature themed chapter there is a warning and a minor friendly summary available. *the cover photo credit goes to @unlomio on twitter. Thanks @ImagineTishaD for helping me.*

Anomalies have always existed in the world, without any specific pattern. Sometimes they were places, other times objects, and occasionally, beings. Almost all anomalies possess something called “anomalous power” an innate ability that grants them capabilities that defy all the laws of nature. And I... ended up becoming one of these anomalies. New chapters are released 5 times per week Monday - Friday *** Visit my Patreon to get up to 21 chapters ahead - (21 chapters / one months ahead): Patr-eon: https://www.patreon.com/c/rowen_kun/membership

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

Room 304 was supposed to be a college safe haven, a chaotic blend of introverts and extroverts, thinkers and feelers, strategists and idealists, all learning to live (barely) in harmony. Bound by academic stress, late-night debates, emotional breakdowns, and spontaneous glitter explosions, this group of mismatched roommates becomes an unlikely family. But when anonymous notes start appearing, cryptic, targeted, and increasingly hostile. Their carefully balanced dynamic begins to crack. Trust falters. Tension rises. Secrets start surfacing. Told through alternating chapters, each focusing on a different member of the dorm, Cognitive Code paints an intimate portrait of sixteen unique minds each inspired by the Myers-Briggs Type Indicator (MBTI). Without ever explicitly naming their types, the story lets readers experience how cognitive patterns influence identity, communication, and relationships. From the emotionally reserved Observer who sees more than he says, to the romantic idealist who hides her truths in poetry, to the sparkplug extrovert who refuses to let anyone fall apart alone, every character is a code waiting to be cracked. This is a story of connection in chaos. Of love, logic, and learning how to exist beside people wildly different from you and sometimes frighteningly the same. Because the hardest thing about understanding people… is realizing how much of yourself you see in them.

n a forgotten corner of the world, amidst the whispers of rural wind and the monotony of farm life, resides Elias, a child whose mind defies all human logic. He knows no boredom, only an infinite universe of patterns to unravel. His quantum brain not only allows him to understand the present with unprecedented clarity but also resonates with the echoes of primal wisdom, connecting him to an essence of humanity lost to time. With an innocence as cold as his impeccable logic, Elias seeks neither fame nor power. His sole goal is limitless exploration, the constant improvement of everything he observes, and a total comprehension of the world's vast and complex tapestry. For him, every element of life is a thesis to be proven, a mystery his intellect yearns to unveil. Step into the mind of a prodigy who doesn't conform to imposed rules but rewrites them in his silent pursuit of absolute knowledge.

I never asked for a new life—especially not one torn from a college farewell party and dropped into a forest lit by twin moons. One moment, I was drowning in boredom and fake smiles. The next, I was surrounded by terrified classmates, a divine being calling us “heroes,” and a promise of trials where survival wasn’t guaranteed. Every fifty years, the gods summon new champions from distant worlds. This time, we were the chosen ones. A hundred students. One forest. A trial designed to kill—and only a few will live to reach the kingdoms beyond. We’re each given a unique skill. One chance to ask a single question. Then, we must form groups, escape the forest, and survive the monsters waiting in the shadows. But I’ve read stories like this before. I know what happens to the naive, the kind, the unprepared. I won’t be one of them. Knowledge is power. Patterns are knowledge. Observe first. Act later.

“Time doesn’t just pass. Sometimes… it waits. Watches. Repeats. Consumes.” Elias Rehn is a clockmaker in the fog-choked alleys of an unnamed city lost between Victorian London and ancient Kyoto. Quiet, solitary, and methodical—he lives a predictable life marked by one strange pattern: He always wakes at 4:44 AM. Every. Single. Day. No alarm. No reason. No escape. But on the forty-fourth morning, his reflection blinks half a second too late. And whispers: “I’m you. From tomorrow.” Suddenly, Elias finds himself pulled into an endless loop of fractured time, cursed mirrors, and split identities across paradox-bound timelines. In one life, he is a guilt-ridden clockmaker. In another, a silent shinobi from a forgotten dynasty. Elsewhere, a war historian who catalogues futures that never happened. And in the deepest layer—a child who remembers everything, but has no mouth to scream. Each version of himself leaves breadcrumbs behind—echoes of déjà vu, sleep paralysis, suicidal dreams, and whispers in glass. But as the loops spiral out of control, Elias begins to understand: He was never a man stuck in time. He was Time's anomaly—the glitch in a system older than reality. And something ancient, something not human, is trying to overwrite him. The more he remembers, the less real the world becomes. And the closer he gets to the truth… …the more he forgets who he ever was. “You don’t escape the mirror by breaking it. You escape by becoming what it reflects.”

Andy Collins, a 27-year-old office worker from New York and a notorious womanizer, is inexplicably transported to a medieval fantasy world where non-magical men are enslaved. Captured by hunters, Andy is forced into a brothel that exclusively serves women, where he is made to perform sex acts. What initially excites him as a chance to continue his lustful lifestyle quickly turns to horror as he faces the brutal reality of his new existence. This is a wild, unhinged tale like no other, where a man is thrust into an existential battle, torn between forbidden pleasures and the grim truth of his new life. [Additional Tags] Ahegao - Anal - Anal Intercourse - BBW - BDSM - Big Ass - Big Breasts - Blowjob - Bride - Chastity Belt - Creampie - Cunnilingus - Domination Loss - Femdom - Foursome - Gilf - Hardcore - Huge Breasts - Incest - Lingerie - Milf - Reverse Rape - Squirting - Stockings - Threesome - Unusual Pupils - Young & Mature

Since childhood, Liza knew that she was different. Liza is blessed with a pair of eyes that have a strange ability, which is to see crystals of magical light that are owned by every human in the world. All this time Liza thought the crystal of light didn't mean anything, until one day she was dragged into an unexpected event. Since then Liza got an astonishing fact about the truth of her identity which turned out to be a descendant of the legendary white witch who had lived in medieval times named Adera. It is said that the legendary white witch is a witch who can control the seven chakras in his body to cast magic with certain functions. One of them is the heart chakra, the chakra that functions for love and healing. And thanks to her magical abilities, Liza can heal humans from magical attacks and also help them to find soul mate just by looking at the patterns of magical crystals that she sees. It's like finding and putting together a jigsaw puzzle piece. Then one day, Liza has a desire to find out who her soulmate is using her magical ability. But strangely, Liza still hasn't found it until now. The luck of the mate seemed not on her side. Instead of looking for a partner, Liza is constantly met with Chistone, a mysterious man who has an unreadable crystal pattern. Who is Christone? How can the crystal of the man's soul mate not be read by Liza? Then will Liza find her soul mate? Follow for info and story updates at: @fenlykim

"THE CAFÉ REUNION" tells the story of Aditi and Lihan, two souls whose paths intertwine again after a decade. Their unexpected reunion in a bustling café brings back a flood of memories and unanswered questions. As they tentatively rebuild their connection over coffee and shared moments, the novel gracefully weaves in flashbacks to their high school days, revealing the innocent beginnings of their bond and the reasons for their eventual separation. Lihan, burdened by past patterns of "disappearing," struggles to commit, while Aditi gently pushes for a genuine second chance. This is a heartwarming tale about overcoming past regrets and the enduring power of a forgotten connection. Can Aditi and Lihan navigate their old wounds and new uncertainties to build a future together, proving that sometimes, the most profound connections are worth fighting for?

Yuan Zushen is transmigrated into an golden egg with dragon patterns carved on. In Ta Lo pocket dimension village in Marvel Universe, awakened Infinite Void Devouring System after regaining past life memories just after coming out of egg. 1.Eternal Immortal Soul and Infinite Resurrection. 2.Infinite Unrestrained Soul Defense. 3.Infinite Immortality Quota. 4.Absolute Void Contract. 5.Infinite Void Devouring. 6.Infinite Void Body. 7.Void Dimension & Infinite Dimensional Portal.

PROLOGUE: BLOOD AND FROST The night the Yun Clan fell, **Yun Zhuo** crawled from a mountain of corpses, clutching her dying sister **Yun Jin**. Flames devoured centuries of glory, but Yun Zhuo’s eyes burned fiercer: *“Those who harmed you… will burn.”* **BOOK 1: THE ASHEN PHOENIX** **Ten years later, two names terrorize the realms:** - **“The Vermilion Phoenix” Yun Zhuo** — Her heavenly flames incinerate armies. - **“The Silent Frost” Yun Jin** — Her smile freezes souls; her obsession knows no bounds. Yun Jin’s Mantra: *“Sister is mine. Those who touch her…* **turn to frost.”** When a noble dared flirt with Yun Zhuo, he awoke encased in ice, screaming as his spirit shattered. When an ally stayed past midnight strategizing, Yun Jin erased his memories with a whisper: *“I’ll clean it for you, Sister.”* **BOOK 2: SCORCHING THE FALSE SUN** The sisters infiltrate the Celestial Court, targeting the architect of their ruin — **Crown Prince Shen Qingheng**. **Three Acts of Retribution:** 1. **Economic Annihilation**: They bankrupt his empire, turning gold to ash. 2. **Social Execution**: At his coronation, Yun Jin projects his sins — regicide, betrayal, demonic pacts — onto the sky. *“Bow to your true king: a serpent!”* 3. **Divine Punishment**: Yun Zhuo’s flames melt his bones; Yun Jin’s frost imprisons his shrieking soul in **“Eternal Icefire.”** **BOOK 3: THE ABYSS STIRS** Victory awakens an ancient evil — **Xuan Zhu, the God of Decay**, who poisoned Yun Jin’s blood since birth. **Twisted Truths:** The sisters are the last **“Orderweavers”**, destined to balance cosmic energies of **Purity (Qing)** and **Blight (Zhuo)**. Xuan Zhu corrupts nations, igniting a holy war to harvest their power. **Yun Jin’s Choice**: As her cursed blood devours her, she smiles: *“Use my death to kill him, Sister.”* Yun Zhuo grips her trembling hand: *“We live or die* **together.***”* BOOK 4: VERMILION AND FROST, UNITED** At the edge of reality, they confront Xuan Zhu within a black hole devouring stars. **Final Confrontation:** **Xuan Zhu’s Might**: Summons dead gods; twists space into slaughterhouses. **Yun Jin’s Sacrifice**: She shatters her soul into **“Eternal Frost,”** freezing the abyss itself. *“For you… I’d devour gods.”* **Yun Zhuo’s Answer**: Merging her flames with Yun Jin’s frost, she unleashes **“Chaos Annihilation”** — a light that unmakes divinity. **Epic Climax**: *As Xuan Zhu crumbles, Yun Jin fades into starlight… Yun Zhuo carves her own heart, binding her sister’s spirit within:* **“My fire is your forever home.”** **EPILOGUE: CITY OF TWILIGHT** A millennium later, **Zhuo-Jin City** floats above the ruins — a nexus where Qing and Zhuo energies dance. **Legends Whisper:** The Phoenix Empress walks alone, tracing frost patterns only she sees. When war threatens, silver petals bloom from her chest, freezing entire battlefields. **Last Line**: Her fingers brush empty air… and a familiar chill kisses her palm. *“Always watching, my little frost.”*

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

After reincarnating to an unknown plant in an unknown solar system Aryan finds himself in a game in which whoever is the last standing will become a supreme being with immortal life. I do not own this picture all credit goes to https://www.pixelstalk.net/fantasy-wallpaper-hd/ check them out if you are looking for amazing wallpapers.

-[Highly Mature Content]- Lu Feng has been expelled from the heavenly realm, a consequence of the sins he committed: Sin 01: Daily malevolent smashing with the king's daughter Sin 02: Nourishing the queen's vagina Sin 03: Establishing a sect of sex for himself and his harems for solely malevolent pleasures Sin 04: Increasing the size of his cucumber with dark magic "Eh? How the hell do you mistake pleasure for sins?" Lu Feng yelled, veins bulging from his face. However, he was still executed. "Fools... I didn't believe the dark magic spell of soul transfer would work... hehehe." Interrupting his bewilderment was a knock on the door. The hotel room service entered, surprising Lu Feng with such an ass. Five minutes later... "Ma... ma... Master Lu... Lu Feng... Spare me!" Would he once again catch the eyes of Goddesses begging for his manliness, and climb to an unreachable pinnacle with secret admirers begging for one night... having millions of babies and his own bloodlines? spoiler Alert!: He Will...! "Call me Master Lu Feng!" --------- (Note: This story contains no yuri or netorari.... Extra tags include Wincest, Smut, Netori, Twins, MILFS, Priestesses, Nuns, Demonesses, Monstergirls, Dragons, Revenge, Conquest, Oyakodon, Dual Cultivation, Ero Leveling, Large Harem, Ahegao, Slut-Training, Goddesses Pay Mc for Sex, and many more cultured tags.)