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Immortal Eclipse follows Keon, a young man who awakens in a dark, torch-lit domain with no memory of how he got there. Before him stands a colossal Demonic Skeleton Dragon, the master of a dying dungeon, who sees him as an intruder—and a potential soul to devour. With death moments away, Keon is presented with an unexpected choice: form a contract with the dungeon or perish. With no time to understand his situation, he takes a gamble, striking a deal that changes his fate forever. As the dungeon seals their contract, Keon unlocks the Immortal Rift System, granting him abilities, stat points, and a mysterious new path forward. But the dungeon holds secrets far beyond what Keon could have imagined. And this is only the beginning.

Mo Rao est née dans une famille de médecins militaires. Ses parents avaient risqué leur vie pour sauver la grand-mère de Fu Ying, alors cette dernière avait forcé Fu Ying à prendre Mo Rao pour épouse. Mo Rao savait toujours que Fu Ying avait une amoureuse de rêve nommée Qu Ru. Cette fille n'avait pas réussi à épouser Fu Ying comme elle le désirait parce que la grand-mère de Fu Ying les en avait empêchés. Après leur mariage, Fu Ying était très prévenant envers Mo Rao. Ils avaient même une grande compatibilité, en particulier au lit. Fu Ying se retrouvait toujours profondément plongé dans la tendresse de Mo Rao. Jusqu'au jour où, Fu Ying dit, « Qu Ru est revenue. Divorçons. Je transférerai la propriété que je t'ai promise à ton nom. » Mo Rao dit, « Ne pourrions-nous pas divorcer ? Et si... je suis enceinte... ? » Fu Ying répondit sans cœur, « Avorte-le ! Je ne veux plus d'obstacles entre Qu Ru et moi. De plus, Qu Ru a la leucémie, et ton moelle osseuse est compatible avec la sienne. Si tu es disposée à faire un don, je peux te promettre n'importe quoi. » Mo Rao dit, « Et si ma condition est que nous ne divorcions pas ? » Les yeux de Fu Ying se durcirent. « Mo Rao, ne sois pas trop gourmande. Même si je te promets quelque chose pour Qu Ru, tu sais très bien que je ne t'aime pas. » Les mots « je ne t'aime pas » poignardèrent le cœur de Mo Rao comme un couteau. Son sourire devint soudainement tordu et elle n'était plus la femme docile qu'elle avait été. « Fu Ying, c'est la première fois que tu me répulses autant. Tu me traites de cupide, mais n'es-tu pas pareil ? Tu veux que je divorce pour que tu puisses être avec Qu Ru ? D'accord, j'accepte. Mais tu rêves même que je la sauve ? N'oublie pas, on ne peut pas tout avoir dans la vie, comme toi et moi. » Puis Mo Rao s'en alla. Fu Ying se sentit réellement suffoquer, et ce sentiment le rendit fou. Lorsque Mo Rao réapparut, elle était devenue une étoile éblouissante. Quand elle se présenta devant Fu Ying, tenant la main de son nouveau beau, Fu Ying se moqua éperdument et dit, « Chérie, n'avais-tu pas dit que tu m'aimerais seulement ? » Mo Rao sourit légèrement. « Désolée, ex-mari. Je m'étais trompée à l'époque. Tu n'étais qu'un remplaçant. En fait, j'aime quelqu'un d'autre. »

"Fairy, don't be afraid. I'm not the Devil Leader." "But your Blood Sea Phenomena, White Bone Daoist Palace, countless Soul Banners, and your World-Destroying Demon Knife prove that you are a Devil Leader." "Fairy, you've misunderstood me. I'm actually a good person who carries a knife. The one I just killed is the true Devil Leader." "He is my husband!" Ji Changsheng's eyes lit up. It was simply marvelous.

For a long time, Malin always felt that Fate had been quite generous to him. Although he had to face that life-threatening job every day, as long as he had the lovely Leopard Girl cooking delicious food for him daily, and as long as there was meat to eat and cats to stroke, life wasn't too unbearable. Working a bit harder and facing some difficulties on the job weren't really an issue for a man. Moreover, being able to live two lives meant one shouldn't have too high demands, right, Mr. Different-Kind? Having said that, and without waiting for an answer, the young man snapped his fingers, and the white flame on his fingertip lit the tobacco in his other hand, then he flicked it towards the non-human entity on the stake. Welcome to Abield, to witness the last splendor of the steampunk era. And the madness.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” “Tell you what, Richard? What would you have done?” “I don’t know. Apologized sooner? Bought you a burger to make up for it?” Her eyes lit up with fire, “You think what you did to me… you think a burger can make up for it?” her eyes twinkled like she was fighting tears. Did I hurt her that badly? I was just a foolish teenager. “Nita, I am sorry. I was young, I was stupid. I wish I could take it all back and tell you how I feel instead of being a constant jerk to gain your attention.” “How did you feel that would justify what you did to me?” I paused for a minute, finding the words. “I had a huge crush on you at the time. And I didn’t know how to express myself. I was full of myself, I was the school’s ladies' man and the one girl I had eyes for didn’t even care if I existed,”  “And that justified what you did to me? Richard, you broke me. I can forgive you for ‘accidentally’ spilling your ice cream on me, or throwing my due assignment in the toilet, or the gum in my hair, or the glue in my chair but tell me how can I forgive you for what you did that night? Tell me!” “What night? Nita, what are you talking about?” “Remember when you asked me if I knew who sexually assaulted me?” I nodded, but what does that have to do with anything?  The more we spoke, the more confused I became. “You did and I cannot believe that you would stand there and pretend like it didn’t happen!” Nita has spent years trying to forget the torment she endured at the hands of Richard. When her family’s financial ruin forces her into an arranged marriage, she is horrified to find out the groom himself was her bully. Richard, a charming and successful businessman meets the first woman to be repulsed by him. Intrigued, he proposes a deal of a one year marriage of convenience. Navigating life as a couple, old wounds reopen, buried memories surface. As Richard learns more about his wife, he finds that he has enemies that followed him from his past to continuously cloud his wife’s judgement. Will Nita believe the truth and bury old wounds or will the pain of the past prove too strong to heal?

He chuckled. “What’s with the face?” I blinked. “What?” “You’re blushing.” His voice held a teasing lit, and I could practically hear the smirk behind it. “Oh.” I raised a hand to my cheek, rubbing absently, only to feel the warmth spreading across my skin. My lips twisted into a small, guilty smile. Leo’s eyes gleamed with amusement. There was something about the way he looked at me—steady, knowing—that made me uneasy. Not because I felt uncomfortable, but because I had spent so long misunderstanding him. Why hadn’t I seen his loyalty from the start? Why had I assumed he wanted me for business, for something transactional? A pang of guilt settled in my chest. “This place is…” I started, glancing around, searching for words. He leaned back slightly, one arm draped over the chair. “Deserving of a heiress,” he finished smoothly. “I had a work break.” A warm rush of gratitude filled me, but it was quickly dampened by a lingering thought. Cassie had mentioned something earlier—something about Ophelia storming into Leo’s office. My fingers curled slightly against the tablecloth.

"Oga kpata kpata! Oga no na isisi! Oga no n' enu!" He greeted his boss who was sitted in the dimly lit spacious office with his back turned to him. "What's new?" The Boss answered with a cold emotionless voice. The smoke from his pipe engulfing the room. "The Alaye don show, he just touch down Chinua Achebe Airspace." The fellow answered, he being part of the activity his boss engaged in didn't flinch at the sight or breathe of the atmosphere almost two inches thick which he stood in the midst of, firm like an Iroko ready to wait on his boss' command. "Interesting! Get her to keep an eye on him, you, keep an eye on them..." And as he spun himself on the swivel to face him, he asked, "Is that clear?" "I dey for you Oga m, I dey for you, asap!" He replied with a slight bow. With a wave of one of his palms, both hands were now rested on the table, he dismisses him. He left with a bow and a final greeting as another guard armed with only a pistol hails the boss and proceeds to shut the door behind him. The boss spun himself repeatedly and when he had finally settled, he smirked as he released puffs of cloud from his nostrils...

Subjuguée par son contact chaleureux malgré sa froideur habituelle, elle l'aimait mais finit par être déçue et trahie. Lorsque l'amour se transforme en obscurité, il devient vénéneux et consume l'âme. La naïve Arabella a évolué. *** « Merci d'être devenue ma femme », furent les derniers mots de son mari froid avant de mourir, accompagnés d'un sourire qui n'avait jamais effleuré ses lèvres auparavant. Pas le jour de leur mariage. Ni même à la naissance de leur unique enfant. L'empereur Ferdinand, que Arabella aimait tant, a tué leur fils. Elle est devenue une méchante et a juré vengeance pour son enfant adoré. Pendant une décennie, elle a utilisé tous les moyens possibles pour faire payer Ferdinand. Jusqu'à ce qu’enfin… il chute en ruine ! Avec sa vengeance accomplie, la vie d'Arabella s'acheva bientôt avec son mari mort dans ses bras. Mais le destin n'en avait pas fini avec elle. Tout à coup, elle se retrouva deux décennies plus tôt juste après leur mariage. Était-ce une malédiction ou une bénédiction ? Peu importait. Car elle n'avait qu'une chose à faire. « Je te ruinerai aussi dans cette vie ! » C'était la promesse haineuse qu'elle s'était faite en réalisant qu'elle était revenue à la vie. Mais dans sa seconde vie, Arabella reçut inopinément le don de découvrir la vérité. Qui avait tort et qui avait raison ? Seul le temps le dira.

Wenyan lisait un livre dans lequel un personnage de chair à canon portant son nom était une fausse héritière. Lorsque la véritable héritière reprenait sa place, l'imposteur essayait de sécuriser sa position dans la riche famille en droguant le fils aîné et en en faisant un fait accompli avec une histoire de riz déjà cuit, pour finir par être démasquée par la Famille Shen et se suicider dans le désespoir. Wenyan était furieuse de voir une telle fin. Comment ne pourrait-on pas survivre sans le soutien d'une famille aisée ? La famille ne lui avait-elle pas fourni une maison de luxe et d'innombrables biens de luxe ? Il suffirait de vendre tout cela pour empocher des dizaines de millions. Elle était simplement un cas désespéré ! Si elle avait été la Wenyan du livre, elle aurait abandonné sa place et simplement vécu décontractée comme un poisson salé ! Mais lorsqu'elle se réveilla de son sommeil, elle avait réellement été transportée dans le livre. Fidèle à sa parole, elle arrêta de comploter. En une nuit, elle fit ses valises, vendit sa maison, sa voiture et ses sacs, et chercha un emploi. - Toute la Famille Shen remarqua le changement chez Wenyan, leur fille adoptive. Non seulement elle avait déménagé docilement, mais elle n'avait également jamais causé d'ennuis à nouveau. Plus bizarre encore, ils pouvaient maintenant voir ses pensées les plus intérieures ! 【Papa, Maman, je n'ai jamais voulu usurper votre nid, mais les résultats du test ADN de votre véritable fille ont des problèmes. En fait, elle est encore plus fausse que moi, la fausse héritière.】 Parents de la Famille Shen : ...... Puis, la 'fille' perdue de longue date qui avait été retrouvée fut exposée en tant qu'imposteur et emmenée par la police pour interrogatoire. 【Grand frère, ce camarade de classe à toi n'est pas fréquentable, il est un espion industriel, l'enfant illégitime des plus grands ennemis de la Famille Shen.】 L'aîné de la Famille Shen : ...... Par la suite, le camarade s'est fait prendre en volant des documents confidentiels et a également été emmené par la police pour interrogatoire. 【Deuxième frère, tu es une personne si pure et noble, tu ne dois pas être avec la fille de la Famille Qin, elle se sert de toi, son cœur est en réalité porté sur quelqu'un d'autre.】 Le deuxième fils de la Famille Shen : ...... Merci, je vais me renseigner. 【Et toi, troisième frère, quatrième frère ......】 Au final, personne n'aurait pu prédire que la plus insignifiante des filles adoptives de la Famille Shen deviendrait la belle-fille choyée.

Il tomba amoureux de ses rares yeux violets. Puis, il pensa à la posséder entièrement. ------ Cette nuit-là, la délicate femme aux yeux violets, vêtue d'une robe de mariée, était assise sur leur lit tandis que son mari l'observait avec un sourire en coin. "Alors", dit-il d'une voix traînante, mauvaise et magnétique, "je ne peux pas voir le visage de mon épouse même la nuit de nos noces ?" "Votre Majesté a promis d’exaucer mon unique souhait", remarqua la femme, fixant le voile qui couvrait la moitié inférieure de son visage avec des mains légèrement tremblantes. Il plongea son regard dans ses mystérieux et rares yeux violets. "Puis-je demander pourquoi un tel souhait ?" Elle le regarda en retour. "Votre Majesté pourrait ne pas aimer voir des choses laides." Il afficha un sourire narquois et s'avança vers elle. "Mais, je n'ai jamais eu de penchant pour les jolies choses." ------ Seren, la fille infâme de la sorcière, et Drayce, le fils impitoyable et vicieux du Diable. Personne n'avait jamais vu son visage puisque les sorcières sont censées être laides, mais il était celui qui n'a jamais cherché la beauté. Elle était maudite pour ne jamais tomber amoureuse, mais lui souhaitait être le seul homme qu'elle aimerait jamais. Une princesse maudite mariée au fils du diable pour détruire son royaume, mais le fils du diable avait un autre plan pour elle. Le secret de sa naissance ne sera révélé que pour montrer la voie afin de libérer les pouvoirs cachés en elle que personne ne peut contrôler. Avec les dangers cachés convoitant son pouvoir, Drayce et Seren peuvent-ils se protéger mutuellement ou les ténèbres les engloutiront-ils tout entiers ? ------ Ceci est le premier livre de la série "Diable et Sorcière". Livre un - La Fille de la sorcière et le Fils du diable. Livre deux - La Sorcière Maudite du Diable. Livre trois - La Fiancée du Diable. Tous les livres sont reliés entre eux mais vous pouvez les lire de manière indépendante. ------ Instagram- mynovel.20 Discord - Donné dans les chapitres Groupe FB- les romans de mynovel20

Gu Shan had always been into girls. Being a lucky guy,he was handsome,rich, intelligent and most importantly had a girlfriend of his choice. His first misfortune in his life was finding his girlfriend in bed with another man. Out of anger he allowed himself to explore something else by getting involved sexually with Li Yunxi the same man his girlfriend had cheated with. What was supposed to be one time thing with no strings attached developed into something lasting and truthful when fate brought Gu Shan and Li Yunxi together . ----------------------------------------------------------------- "Yunxi...um,"Gu Shan moaned gasping for breath. "I prefer it when you call me Yunxi gege,"Li Yunxi spoke lowering his voice to a sexy timbre dragging the syllables sexily. "When did you become so bossy?"Gu Shan teased him. "Call me Yunxi gege,"Li Yunxi insisted in his sexy voice. "Okay as you wish. Yunxi gege,"Gu Shan said sexily,his cheeks flushed red with embarrassment but Li Yunxi could barely notice it in the dimly lit background. Gu Shan still couldn't believe he would submit to another man and be completely smitten with him.

From childhood, Zhuang Ziang was the golden child, the epitome of perfection, celebrated by all. Yet, behind the accolades and applause lay a heart starved of affection, fractured by his parents' divorce and his father's new family. At eighteen, fate dealt a cruel blow: a terminal illness and 3 months to live. Deciding to unshackle himself from expectations, he let loose his inner rebel. Amidst this newfound freedom, he met Su Yudie, a girl whose presence lit up his remaining days like a beacon in the darkness.

Rex was just another slave in the corporate machine, a faceless office worker under the shadow of one of the galaxy's powerful megacorps. His life was predictable and dull, an endless cycle of meaningless reports and fluorescent-lit monotony. That was, until that day.... When a new world was discovered on the outskirts of the galaxy, Rex, like countless other low-ranking employees, found himself dragged into a contract clause he’d barely skimmed years ago. The megacorp ordered him and his coworkers to pack their lives into a transport pod and leave for the unexplored planet. Their mission? Establish a colony. Mine resources. Make the company richer. There was no choice, refusing meant ruin. At first, everything seemed manageable. The days were grueling, the nights cold, but progress was steady. The colony was coming to life. Until the excavation team struck something. No one knew what it was at first, a buried hive, a forgotten ecosystem, or something ancient and dangerous. Whatever it was, it unleashed hell. Swarms of enormous, chittering creatures erupted from the ground, their jagged bodies blotting out the sky. The colony fell into chaos. Screams echoed through the air as the bugs tore through everything in their path, walls, machines, and people. Rex barely survived. Bloodied, broken, and pinned beneath the rubble, he should have died there. But in the pitch-black silence of his fading consciousness, a voice spoke to him. Cold. Mechanical. Otherworldly. "Do you wish to live?" When Rex woke, he was no longer the man he’d been. His body was no longer human flesh and bone but something far more alien. His skin shimmered with living metal, his mind infused with the power of Cleo, a mysterious AI from a long-extinct, robotic race known as the Kaelzars. Cleo’s presence pulsed through his thoughts, guiding him and transforming him. He wasn’t just alive. He was reborn. But survival came at a price. Rex was no longer a pawn of the megacorp; he was something more dangerous, something they couldn’t control. As Cleo’s intentions began to reveal themselves, Rex found himself standing on the precipice of war, not just with the bugs but with forces far greater than he could have imagined. This was the beginning of a journey through blood-soaked battlefields and treacherous alliances. Along the way, Rex would encounter allies, brilliant, flawed, and unpredictable, and enemies whose ambitions were as sharp as their blades. These weren’t disposable foes, easily crushed by an overpowered hero. They were cunning, relentless, and human in the most terrifying ways. But then again, in war, who can truly be called a villain? New chapters every day at: [2 A.M GMT+8 Time!]

In a world where darkness reigns and vengeance drives the soul, a runaway nameless orphan rises to become the feared underground brawler known only as Bjorn Mondo, A true legend to be reckoned with. Fueled by a twisted obsession with Rosa Viva Rodriguez, a fierce female fighter and seductress who lit a fire in Bjorn & a thirst for revenge leads him down a dark path of violence and danger. Bjorn’s only desires are to take on the toughest opponents all throughout the prison underworld and indulge in the night's pleasures with a 24 hour release. This type of game, there are no wins or loses, all that matters is one’s survival that hinges on being the last man standing or breathing. As Bjorn navigates a treacherous game of loyalty, betrayal, and lust, his journey unfolds with unpredictable twists and turns, leading to a climactic showdown that will leave readers breathless. A raw and unapologetic tale of passion, power, and unbridled desire, "The Tainted Love of the Prison Underground" is a gripping thriller that will keep readers on the edge seats until their very last page. Themes: Survival, Identity, Urban Jungle, Violence, Competition Topics: Orphanhood, Underground Fighting, Sexuality, Masculinity, Power, Social Hierarchy

Alex wakes up in an unfamiliar room with no memory of how he got there. The walls feel too smooth, the air too still—like something is off. As he begins searching for answers, strange words and symbols trigger flashes of recognition, but the memories remain just out of reach. With every step forward, the sense of déjà vu deepens, pulling him into a mystery that feels intimately tied to his own existence. But the more he uncovers, the more the world around him starts to unravel. As reality shifts and fractures, Alex is forced to question everything—including himself. Who is he? Why does everyone seem to know him when he doesn’t even know himself? And most importantly… what happens when the truth finally catches up to him?

She sacrificed her life to save others but woke up to live again. Lit-An never counted on being reincarnated into the world of the Licnine, but after she catches the attention of a powerful being she becomes a pawn in a dangerous war. The 'Others' have invaded the world of the Licnine, enslaving and killing anyone who stands in the way of their total domination. It is up to Lit-An to stop them. But can this tiny girl be the savior of an entire world?

"Dead men don’t stay dead... unless they’re forgotten." Dominic "Dom" Ricci was a kingpin who ruled with an iron fist, his empire stretching across neon-lit streets and shadowed alleys. But betrayal cuts deeper than any bullet, and when his most trusted lieutenant, Vincent "Vinnie" Costa, turns on him, Dom’s kingdom collapses in a storm of blood and fire. Presumed dead. Erased. Finished. But kings don’t die easy. Emerging from the ashes, Dom is no longer the man he once was. Stripped of everything—his empire, his allies, even his humanity—he becomes something darker. A predator. With nothing left to lose, he begins his ruthless climb back to power, one dangerous move at a time. Old alliances fracture, new enemies rise, and every step forward could be his last. Vinnie, now sitting on Dom’s stolen throne, isn’t just holding the empire—he’s tightening the noose. The deeper Dom digs, the more he uncovers: secrets buried in the past, fragile loyalties, and the chilling truth that to reclaim his crown, he must become the monster he swore he’d never be. In this brutal game of betrayal and survival, trust is a liability, and power comes at a price. The streets run red, the shadows whisper, and in the Empire of Ashes, only the ruthless rise.

While ranked first till Middle School, now forever-No.2, Zhi Ying was submitting her homework, she overhead some teachers casually gossiping in the staffroom, about how a student’s academic performance had worsened significantly ever since he started dating. 　　Zhi Ying’s eyes lit up when she heard this, then and there she made up her mind to go approach the Year’s No.1 student, date him, and then let him drop rock-bottom in terms of academic performance! This way, she could be the number 1 student again! 　　Much later, still-forever-Number 2 Zhi Ying: If I can’t rank first in school, then I’ll settle for being their person instead!

"What do you think?" She sipped her wine. "Parlesque, 1831...old but vintage," her eyes locked with his. "How do you know so much about wine?" He stared at her. He had never seen anyone so beautiful. she smiled. "I'm from Nigeria. We invent whine..." Five young women and men of different social statuses struggle with the reality of facing their past. The hard truths some are sure would set them free. Still, some truths are best buried to avoid bloodshed and closed wounds.

"Love is dangerous—especially when your girlfriend is a demon lord." Naomi Fudokawa never expected his life to get any weirder. A lonely otaku with zero social skills, he was used to spending his days lost in anime and games. But everything changed the night he met Aiko—the mysterious girl with pink hair, scarlet eyes, and a terrifying secret. Aiko isn’t just any girl. She’s Klaus, a demon lord in hiding, pursued by powerful enemies who will stop at nothing to drag her back to the underworld. Staying by her side means facing danger, betrayal, and the wrath of those who fear her return. Naomi has two choices: let Aiko go and live a normal life… or risk everything—his peace, his future, even his soul—for a love that could destroy them both. From neon-lit Tokyo streets to blood-soaked battlefields, this is a tale of forbidden love, epic battles, and the fight to protect the one who matters most.

One day, I was dying being stabbed by an “unsatisfied” client, leaving me in a cold dark alley with only my memories and regrets. I closed my eyes looking and my friend, the moon itself, my sole companion who will actually care for my final rest. The next day, I was awake and alive, in the same body type, but with a different face, a new name and in another place. I was not in that alley anymore, I was in an old vintage type of room. Next thing I knew, all the memories of he dead person whose body I took over came over me. Turns out, I, was now Amelia Cora Baker, a girl whose mother left her living in the family as a servant while she and her new family would get all the spoils and left Amelia to fed out of scraps. But I wasn’t going to let them use me as they see fit! I would avenge the original Amelia and impersonate her with my knowledge in business and marketing and get out of the house as soon as possible! My plan consists in a variety of very specific steps: Step number 1: Get a job or jobs. As long as they legal, it doesn’t matter how much they pay, & try to stay out of the house as much as possible. Step 2: Leave the family and get Amelia’s biological father’s inheritance and leave for a place close to the city. —> Step 2b: if winter caughts you before hand, then settle on a place for the winter and then continue on searching in spring. Step 3: (Whether you’ve made it to the city or not yet) Create your own products. Start with the basics: bread, milk products such as cheese and yogurt, cookies and even baked goods such as pies and cakes. Step 4: Start contracting people to work for you. Whether they’re women or children doesn’t matter as long as they do a good job. Step 5: Open a small store in the city to sell the things that you produce and make business partners with other people & traders. —> Note: Only when you’ve finally found a permanent place to settle in. Step 6: Create your own shelter for women & children to help them get back on their feet. Step 7: Keep working hard until retirement. Next thing I know I have a HUGE market inside an ENORMOUS place with millions of customers. Small businesses would make deals with me to sell their products in my place and even royalty and people from other countries would come just to take a look at what I can offer. I literally made my OWN Emporium! My life could not be better right? Wait, what do you mean that the pair of e enslaved twins that I rescued, safely helped them and raised them turned out to be big shots?! What?! You mean the baby girl who I found in the road was the lost princess of a neighbouring Empire?! Huh?! What do you mean that my little half-Elf boy became the new King of Elves? What’s next?! That the man that got me pregnant is actually the new Tyrant of this Kigndom?! . . . . Oh oh.

There's nothing more important than love, Mila always told herself. Even when her boyfriend cheated on her and accused her of stealing, leading to her being fired, Mila still held onto her belief. For a 24-year-old young woman to survive in a big city where she knew nobody but her cheating boyfriend, Mila had to look for work elsewhere not just anywhere, but The Montclair Club. For one night, she served as a salesperson for the launch of a new wine. As the saying goes, (In vino veritas) Truth in wine. Mila's truth was letting her hair down and having fun just for one night. The innocent woman had her own taste of a 'one wild night.' The result? A positive pregnancy test. Mila became pregnant by the hot-tempered, international playboy and heir of the Montclair Conglomerate, from a family of old money. Zyran Ciro Montclair is known to have a special hatred for the words family and poor. He only believes that the poor are leeches and liars. At the moment, the luxury of pride wasn't something Mila could afford. Jobless, pregnant, and left alone in the big city, Mila decided to go after her baby's daddy. Even if he might reject her, she had to try. And somehow, in her pursuit, she ended up on the early morning news: 'Noblesse Oblige: Montclair Heir to Marry an Unknown Poor Country Girl. It's giving Rich Prince and The Pauper. A 21st-century Fairytale.' What could possibly go wrong? you may ask. Stepping into the rarefied and unhinged world of the Montclairs, Mila realized that their realm wasn't the same as her world of black and white. Her perception of life was turned upside down, and she couldn't help but wonder. What could be so poisonous yet so good as power and money? Will Mila's love endure when faced with Zyran's 12 rules for their marriage, including the humiliating demand of: Rule No 6: “Submission is key: When I say kneel, you'll drop to all fours. Don't question it, just obey.” Will she allow herself to be consumed by the corruption that comes with wealth, or will she spread her innocence and show Zyran a world where people don't have to be used? Can their love survive the poisonous influences of power and money? . . . . . . Instagram account: Pluma_W143 Facebook page: Plumadidi Tiktok: @Plumadidi Cover belongs to me. Art by Kelveendraws

Samantha never expected to find magic in her hometown, let alone in a dimly lit bar on a rainy Tuesday night. Yet here she was, perched on a barstool at the Black Swan, her world about to tilt on its axis. The air thrummed with an otherworldly energy she couldn't quite place. Ethereal dancers moved like smoke across the floor, their bodies fluid and mesmerizing. As Samantha nursed her drink, she felt the weight of curious stares prickling her skin. That's when she saw him. Marcus. A name she didn't know yet, but one that would soon be etched into her very soul. Their eyes locked across the crowded room, and Samantha's breath caught in her throat. He moved with predatory grace, all lean muscle and barely restrained power. Their first interaction was as intoxicating as it was bewildering. One moment, he was her gallant protector, rescuing her from an overly aggressive drunk. The next, his eyes hardened to chips of ice as he snarled, "Stupid girl," before melting into the shadows. Samantha's mind reeled, but her body hummed with an excitement she couldn't explain. Little did she know, this encounter was merely the first step into a world beyond her wildest fantasies – a realm where vampires ruled the night and pain blurred exquisitely with pleasure. As she delved deeper into this hidden society, Samantha found herself drawn to the intoxicating blend of power, submission, and supernatural allure. The crack of a whip, the whisper of leather, the exquisite sting of fangs – each sensation pushed her boundaries and ignited desires she never knew existed. But with every ecstatic high came the sobering reality of danger. Vampire politics were as deadly as they were intricate, and Samantha soon realized she was a pawn in a game where the stakes were life, death, and eternal servitude. As she left the Black Swan that night, Samantha couldn't shake the feeling that she stood on the precipice of something life-changing. She had no idea how right she was, or how deeply she would fall into a passionate, dangerous dance with forces beyond her imagination. The real question was: in this world where pleasure and peril intertwined so intimately, would she emerge empowered... or lose herself completely?

Winne Auston tightened her grip on the glass of bourbon, her nails pressing against the cool surface. The soft hum of jazz music filled the dimly lit lounge, the kind of place where secrets felt safe. She was waiting, as he instructed. Adam Sly was never late. The waiting wasn’t a test of time—it was a test of her patience, her resolve, her willingness to bend when the moment came.

R-18 CONTENT AVAILABLE. A DARK ROMANCE NOVEL. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!!! I stood trembling before him with my eyes fixed downward in a mixture of fear and defiance. I knew I had disobeyed his direct order and now I must face the consequences. His chiseled features seemed to harden as he stared at me with his piercing eyes burning with intensity. "You were told to stay in the room," his deep, velvety voice resonated through the dimly lit space, sending shivers down my spine. "You were explicitly instructed not to leave. Yet, you deliberately disobeyed me." My gaze remained fixed on the floor, my heart raced with anticipation. I knew I had crossed a line this time. He began to circle around me, his powerful strides eating up the distance. His broad shoulders and lean waist seemed to radiate an aura of raw power, making my breath hitch in my throat. "You know the rules," he said, his voice dripped with an unsettling calmness. "You know what happens when you disobey me." As he stopped behind me, I felt a shiver run down my spine. His warm breath whispered against my ear, sending goosebumps across my skin. His lips brushed against my earlobe, making my pulse quicken. "You will be punished," he whispered, his voice low and husky. "And you will learn to obey me." Without warning, he spun me around, forcing me to face the large, mirror hanging on the wall. My eyes widened as he grasped my wrists, holding them captive behind my back. His chest pressed against my back as his heat radiated into me. "Look at yourself," he whispered, his breath caressing my ear. "Look at the disobedient girl staring back at you." As I gazed into the mirror, I felt his eyes burning into my soul. His grip on my wrists tightened, and I felt a surge of fear mixed with anticipation. what is this feeling?

"Once upon a time..." "There was a young man named Fionn." "He was the king of the Hyperboreans, a civilization that thrived in the distant north of the world, where peace and harmony reigned beneath skies of eternal frost." "One day, during one of his habitual walks beyond the walls of his grand, crystalline castle, Fionn heard a peculiar sound—a sharp squealing that pierced the stillness of the white forest surrounding his domain." "Startled and alert, he gripped the hilt of his regal sword and followed the noise, his boots crunching softly over snow-dusted leaves. As he pushed through the pale foliage, the source of the sound revealed itself—a girl, cornered by a thur." "The creature was monstrous, towering over both the girl and Fionn himself. Its thick, gnarled skin was the color of ash, mottled with scars and patches of coarse, dark hair. A pair of jagged tusks jutted from its wide, snarling mouth, and its eyes glowed faintly, like embers in a dying fire. Long, sinewy arms ended in clawed hands that could snap trees like twigs, and its breath came out in ragged, steaming huffs, filling the air with a stench of decay." "The thur growled, advancing on the girl with a lumbering gait, its massive frame causing the ground to tremble faintly beneath its weight. Every instinct in Fionn's body screamed at him to flee, but he stood firm." "Drawing his sword in one fluid motion, the king lunged forward. With a single, decisive strike, he felled the monster, its roar silenced as it collapsed into the snow." "-Are you all right?- Fionn asked, his voice steady but gentle as he turned toward the girl." "But she didn't respond. She didn't even look at him." "Fionn frowned, puzzled by her silence. Perhaps she was too shaken by the attack to speak, he thought. Yet, something else caught his attention—something even more peculiar." "Her skin. It wasn't the pale, snowy white of the Hyperboreans. It was... pink. A soft, warm hue unlike anything he had ever seen." "-Ehm... I know this might sound a little inappropriate, but... where are you from? You don't look like anyone from here,- Fionn ventured cautiously, hoping for a reply. But still, she said nothing." "-Wait!- He suddenly realized, his eyes widening. -Could it be that you don't understand me?-" "If she didn't respond because she didn't know his language, then she couldn't be from Hyperborea—or even anywhere nearby. But where else could she be from? Beyond Hyperborea, there was only the vast, unending sea... wasn't there?" "-Could it be that she's from one of the other Nine Worl—- Fionn's thoughts were abruptly interrupted as the girl rose to her feet." "She stepped closer to him, her movements deliberate but strange, her expression unreadable. She—Oh!" ~Ronf~ ~Ronf~ ~Ronf~ "Looks like Artair is already asleep..." The mother lowered the book gently, a warm smile on her lips as she gazed at her son's peaceful face. "He must have played a lot today. I usually read him more of the story before he falls asleep..." Leaning over, she placed a soft kiss on his forehead. "Good night, my little Artair." With a quiet sigh, she tucked the blanket around him even more snugly than before, then rose from the bedside. Extinguishing the torch that lit his room, she left, closing the door behind her with care. In the dim stillness of the house, she paused, looking out through the small window at the darkened village. Her thoughts turned inward as she whispered to herself: "I hope, at least, that you'll be able to live a life free from war..."

 Steady beeps of a heart monitor.  The sterile scent of antiseptic.   The weight of my own weakness pressing down on me.  My body had failed me.  My time had run out. And yet… I still existed.  The pain of my body—gone.  The sterile scent of antiseptic—gone.  The weight of my own weakness—gone. No… it wasn’t gone. Rather, this time, it was replaced—not with weakness, but with something else.  Power. Not my own.  Something different. Something unknown. Something I had only just become aware of. But before I could comprehend it, I was already a target— under attack, with no choice but to defend myself.

Se réveiller d'un coma était le moindre des soucis de Serena lorsqu'elle découvre qu'elle est mariée ! Elle ne se souvient pas de qui elle est. Ses parents complotent pour la tuer. Que fait une jeune femme dans une telle situation ? Elle piège son séduisant mari riche, évidemment ! Serena ne le laissera pas partir jusqu'à ce qu'elle découvre la vérité. Aiden Hawk s'est marié par convenance. Faisant l'objet de chantage par sa grand-mère, il a concocté le plan parfait. Épouser une femme à l'article de la mort et jouer le rôle de son amant endeuillé. Lorsqu'elle décéderait, il serait libre de faire ce qui lui plairait ! Mais à la surprise de tous, elle est revenue à la vie ! De plus, elle s'accroche à lui comme de la colle ! Leur mariage accidentel fonctionnera-t-il ou seront-ils séparés pour toujours ? *Crédits photo : Queenfrieza Extrait : Ses yeux s'écarquillèrent de choc lorsqu'il s'approcha pour verrouiller la porte de la chambre d'hôpital avec un clic. "Que fais-tu ?" demanda-t-elle d'une voix tremblante. Elle n'aimait pas l'expression sur son visage. Il haussa un sourcil et esquissa un sourire en coin. "Que penses-tu que je fasse ?" "Pourquoi... pourquoi as-tu verrouillé la porte ?" "Mon épouse... Tu t'es réveillée après si longtemps. Bien sûr, je dois passer un moment avec toi sans être dérangé..." Serena le regardait alors qu'il s'approchait d'elle, sa présence semblant remplir la pièce. Son cœur menaçait presque de sortir de sa poitrine... Elle voulait sauter du lit mais ses jambes étaient inertes et elle n'avait pas de force...

**"In the neon-lit streets of Tokyo, two broken souls collide. Haruki, a reclusive artist haunted by his past, has built walls so high that even the light struggles to reach him. Aoi, an optimistic yet scarred young woman, carries her own quiet pain but refuses to let it dim her warmth. When their paths intertwine, they embark on an emotional journey of love, sacrifice, and healing. But as secrets unfold and shadows from Haruki's past resurface, their fragile bond is tested in ways neither could have imagined. In a world where light and darkness coexist, can love truly save a heart that is determined to self-destruct? A Love Written in Tears is a poignant tale of unspoken words, fleeting moments, and a love so tragic that it leaves scars long after the final page."

In the neon-lit underbelly of Yangon, 16-year-old Mayri hunts for the truth behind her brother’s murder. What starts as a desperate search leads her into a world of black-market deals, ruthless gangsters, and corrupt officials who want her silenced. With every step, the city’s shadows close in—Mayri isn’t just looking for answers anymore. She’s fighting to survive.