Diosa Nails

—Pillo, voy a salir a hacer algo, así que ya no puedo cuidarte más. Puedes bajar de la montaña y divertirte. Pero si no encuentras a alguien que coincida con tu Cuerpo Innato de Yang Puro en tres años, ¡estás acabado! —Estas fueron las últimas palabras que el anciano, que era el maestro de Yang Luo, le lanzó antes de desaparecer. Mientras tanto, habiendo dominado la mayoría de las habilidades de su maestro, Yang Luo bajó de la montaña y dio su primer paso en la civilización por primera vez en años. Con sus inigualables habilidades médicas y artes marciales, se embarca en un viaje, haciendo nuevos aliados y aplastando a todos los enemigos que se interponen en su camino, mientras intenta resolver su constitución de Cuerpo Innato de Yang Puro y cultivarse hasta la cima del mundo!

En una elegante fiesta, me escondí en una esquina y observé a mi padre, un alfa, inclinarse para hablar con el príncipe en el trono, mientras mi hermana, Bernice, vestía un ajustado y glamuroso vestido, sentada a los pies del príncipe con una sonrisa encantadora y presumida. Era una recepción para el Príncipe y para que mi hermana fuera su compañera. "Mi chica, te tengo." La repugnante voz de mi primo sonó. Un escalofrío recorrió mi espalda. "No puedes quitártelo," dijo, alcanzándome de nuevo. No... Al mismo tiempo, se oyó un grito bajo desde el centro del banquete. Bernice se veía pálida, y el príncipe frunció el ceño ante la multitud frente a él. Tenía un aura opresiva de Lycan que hacía que todos tuvieran miedo de respirar. "No ella," dijo el príncipe, negándose incluso a mirar a Bernice. ¿Cómo sucedió esto? ¿No es Bernice la compañera del Príncipe? Me escondí en la esquina. No estaba de humor para ver lo que estaba sucediendo en la fiesta. Solo quería deshacerme del idiota frente a mí. Pero, ¿por qué me miró el Príncipe escondida en la esquina? Oh, diosa de la Luna, no puedo leer sus ojos.

Había sido el mejor asesino de todos los tiempos en su mundo y cuando finalmente fue asesinado, una diosa aprovechó la oportunidad para enviar su alma al cuerpo de un chico en otro mundo que era débil por ahora pero que estaba destinado a convertirse en el mago más poderoso de este mundo. Este joven se llamaba Kevin y decidió tomar su identidad ya que había conservado sus recuerdos. Lo único que tenía en común con él era que ambos eran huérfanos, pero Kevin tenía una mente débil y un cuerpo débil, en resumen, todo lo que más odiaba. Tras lograr entrar en la Secta del Sol como mago, logró abrir el libro que Kevin había heredado de sus padres y que había sido incapaz de abrir. Qué sorpresa fue cuando se dio cuenta de que este libro se había convertido en un Sistema que le permitía subir de nivel como en los juegos de realidad virtual que solía jugar en su mundo natal. Con la ayuda de este Sistema cumplirá su deseo, se convertirá en el humano más poderoso de este mundo, ni los cambiaformas ni los demonios podrán hacerle nada. ………… —Vístete primero, luego hablaremos —dijo Kevin, apartando la vista de nuevo. Axel encontró ropa que parecía holgada y se la puso de inmediato, también tomó un par de dagas cuyas hojas eran un poco más cortas que sus antebrazos, y luego se acercó a Kevin y lo abrazó por detrás. Kevin le dejó hacer lo que quisiera, aunque una de sus dagas estaba ahora muy cerca de su garganta, Axel le susurró cerca del oído: —Quiero confiar en ti, Kevin, así que dame una buena razón para hacerlo. —¿Qué quieres saber? —le preguntó Kevín. Axel suspiró, amenazar a Kevin con sus propias dagas no le haría ningún bien, y corría el riesgo de romper el vínculo que estaban empezando a formar. Entonces tomó una decisión y clavó las dos dagas en el suelo frente a ellos, pasó sus manos por debajo del suéter de Kevin y rodeó su cintura con ellas, presionándolo más contra él. Kevin no había esperado este giro de los acontecimientos y sintió que su corazón se aceleraba. Las manos de Axel eran cálidas y podía sentir su enorme erección contra él, una cosa era segura, no lo dejaba indiferente. …………. ADVERTENCIA esta no es una novela romántica de desarrollo lento y es una novela BL R18 con muchas escenas picantes, así que si te gusta leer 100 capítulos antes de que los personajes principales se besen por primera vez, simplemente salta esta historia definitivamente no es para ti. De lo contrario, sigue las aventuras de nuestros dos héroes, si te encantan los mundos llenos de criaturas misteriosas, magia, peleas, mazmorras, un Sistema que te permite subir de nivel rápidamente, y una historia de amor única y poderosa, entonces esta historia es para ti. ……………. Si te gusta esta historia prueba mis otras novelas: El Sistema del Mago Divino El Fénix Celestial y su Guardiana (BL) Reencarnado para salvar el universo (GL/BL) Nueva Actualización: Domingo/Lunes/Miércoles/Viernes/Sábado Disfruta tu tiempo de lectura y no olvides votar, comentar y reseñar :)

Ji Yunya died at eighteen, was reborn, and returned from Hell as a devil. ＊ Everyone said that the Ji Family's girl was gentle and graceful, beautiful and smart, elegant and refined, with a heart as delicate as an orchid and scholarship as impressive as her manners; she truly lived up to her reputation as the top socialite. "Ji Yunya, you’re nothing but a devil, how can there be someone as terrifying as you existing in this world? You black-hearted and corrupt wench, why don’t you just die..." The adopted daughter of her grandmother wished she could drink her blood and feast on her flesh. Because I've already died, haha, you're right, I’m a wicked ghost who crawled up from Hell. In my past life, I made a wedding dress for you, this life, I intend to take back everything that belongs to me, and by the way, crush you ruthlessly into the mud. "I should have strangled you the moment you were born, because you simply don’t deserve to live in this world, your blood is the filthiest thing on this planet…" Her biological father incessantly thought about how to kill her. Because my existence is the biggest shame in my father's life, but what can I do? I couldn’t choose where I was born, but I can choose how to live. Like a nail, I’ll be fiercely hammered into your heart. If I’m filthy, then what does that make you, the creator of me? "You're a freak, I'm going to call the police and have them lock you up in a mental hospital..." A little friend was filled with righteous indignation after accidentally seeing her true self. Shush, truly clever people know better than to speak out, because I can’t resist silencing them...permanently! My father is hypocritical, my grandmother feigns virtue, the mistress is venomous, and even her sister is courting death. Come one, come all, let’s settle our accounts, past and present! She's a noble socialite praised by everyone, a study goddess with off-the-charts intelligence, the ultimate idol with beauty and talent, a medical genius with a cool and wise mind… Her perfect acting could fool the whole world, yet those who hate her most know the truth—she is black-hearted, hypocritical, selfish, domineering, and madly obsessive. Look, this is the real her. ＊ Yan Song, the son of the mayor, poised and majestic, with an impressive and stunning presence, he is the dreamy youth every girl hides in her heart, as beautiful as jade and as fierce as the scorching sun. In public, he’s dashing and charming, in private, he’s cutting and sarcastic, arrogant and wild. A slam dunk photo of him from the basketball court went viral online, and netizens hailed him as the National School Hunk. Countless fans drooled over the only blurry photo of him available, calling him "hubby" with unrestrained joy. One day, the typically mysterious and low-key National School Hunk suddenly registered a Weibo account, and instantly masses of fans rushed there. ——I’m just here to say that I’m engaged and have a childhood sweetheart for a fiancée, so stop calling me your "hubby." It's reserved for her, and if you upset her, then I won’t be happy either. And if I’m not happy, no one will be. The fans refused to accept this, wailing, how could their idol already have a fiancée? And he’s so in love with her, that's just way too domineering... Ji Yunya: That's right, I am domineering. If you want to be my man, you have to be clean from top to bottom, inside and out, from your body to your name, even every strand of your hair must belong only to me. Otherwise, I won't be able to resist destroying it... Yan Song: My wife's obsession with cleanliness is incurable… But, I like it! From then on, a saying circulated in Jiangzhou, Master Yan dotes on his wife above all else. You can provoke anyone but Lady Yan, or else Master Yan will teach you how to be a person all over again in minutes. 1 vs 1, the tone of this work is pampering, pampering, pampering, written by someone with a fastidious streak, you get it, if you like it please bookmark it.

The world was instantly plunged into an apocalyptic era, overrun by zombies and mutated beasts, with humanity struggling desperately to survive. In this nightmare, Yue Zhong fought tooth and nail for mere survival. When he and his team finally reclaimed the nation after enduring countless trials against the undead and monstrous creatures, he made a chilling discovery - this was only the first trial he had overcome. A series of hostile worlds awaited him: radioactive wastelands seething with mutated humans and radiation-twisted beasts, where supplies were cruelly scarce; primeval realms dominated by intelligent dinosaurian overlords; and nightmarish dimensions where beastmen possessing tenfold human strength ruled supreme. These genetically superior overlords boasted racial abilities beyond comprehension - skin impervious to bullets, physical prowess dwarfing mankind's - all enforcing brutal enslavement of human populations. In each universe where humanity became the oppressed species, Yue Zhong evolved through relentless struggle, forging his path through the evolutionary crucible of annihilation.

Esta aventura transcurre en la Ciudad. Porque no hay más sitio que la Ciudad. Todo lo contiene la Ciudad. Y la Ciudad se extiende sin fin bajo el ala de la diosa Garza. ¡Alabada sea su Ala! Un gigante erudito venido de lejanos edificios, un niño inventor obsesionado con los ingenios mortíferos, dos sacerdotes de la Garza Amorosa y un espadachín en busca de la muerte conforman el Equipo 1.2. Su misión: recorrer las entrañas de la Ciudad y constatar si la guerra —esa idea de tiempos lejanos, fantasía de libros antiquísimos— puede exportarse a los lodosos y salvajes callejones de apenas dos metros de ancho, donde nadie, al menos no oficialmente, ha puesto el pie en siglos. Y, sobre todo, verificar la rentabilidad de la posible guerra.

This isn’t a fairy tale. No heroes. No lessons. Zetulah Viridian isn’t a savior. She’s the part of you that knows kindness gets you killed. And her story? It’s the question you’ve been swallowing since life first kicked your teeth in: How much worse would you burn the world to make it hurt like you do? Zetulah is just a woman with blood in her teeth and a knife, asking: How much of your soul would you sell to watch your enemies bleed? Before wolves ruled the world, war did. Four dynasties carved the realm of Varkathis apart like a carcass. Their war is no longer about thrones—it’s about erasing each other from history. For centuries, four houses ruled through brutality and broken vows: House Emberclaw (South): Flame-lit conquerors with eyes like smoldering coals. They leave only ash and children's bones behind. House Viridian (West): Healers turned hunted, their once-bright green eyes—symbols of hope, and nature—now dimmed to murky moss. Targets for slaughter. House Azzuri (North): Ice-hearted titans with gazes bluer than glacial crevices. They would let their own blood freeze before breaking an oath. House Moriba (East): Puppeteers with golden eyes that flicker like gilded lies. Stare too long, and you’ll wake up throat-cut with your own dagger. —-------- Zetulah Viridian doesn’t scream when her brother dies. She counts the seconds until his fingers go cold, the Emberclaw dagger still jutting from his throat. They don’t let her bury him. Instead, they nail Fenrik’s corpse to her family’s gates—a scroll stuffed between his teeth: “Let the last Viridian choke on her brother’s rot.” They take her title. Her home. Even her pride—carving the Emberclaw sigil into her land as a warning to survivors. But rage? Rage is the one thing they can’t carve out. Zetulah isn’t fighting for a crown. She’s fighting to keep her tongue, her liver, her green eyes from becoming Emberclaw trophies. To survive, she kneels to the boy whose family murdered her brother— Prince Kaelith Emberclaw, whose crimson gaze burns like a forge even as he bandages her wounds with surgeon’s hands, that has snapped more necks than healed them. Every time he laughs—warm and bright, nothing like the Emberclaw pyres she’s cursed—she forgets, just for a heartbeat, that she needs to kill him. War horns sound. Now, Zetulah must choose: Lead her surviving kin into the hellmouth of battle, or light the match that burns every house—hers included—to cinders. Because in the realm of Varkathis ? Mercy is the lie you tell while sharpening your blade. Power is the scream that haunts your enemies’ sleep. And Zetulah? “She’s learned how to make the world scream with her.” "You won’t like Zetulah. You’ll recognize her—the part of you that knows mercy gets you killed." Here’s what they don’t tell you about vengeance: It doesn’t heal. It addicts. You won’t love this story. You’ll hate how much you need to finish it.

His name was 25. On Avalis, he was just one of many tasked with fulfilling missions for Earth’s people. This time, he was given a simple one—live as Zeno Han and have an ordinary life. Easy. Or so he thought. The moment he took over Zeno’s body, someone shoved a script into his hands. “You’ll be perfect for this role!” And just like that, he was on set. [Fame Meter: Unable to Measure. Off the charts.] Doctor? Check. Pilot? Check. Eunuch? …Regrettably, check. Every script forces him to relive past missions, and somehow, he’s nailing every performance. Now, the industry wants to make him a star, but can he still complete his mission? Or will fame—and the terrifying unknown of failure—be his final curtain call?

|| To all the readers who are grieving over Caelestis Lanister’s death. I deeply apologize but this character always deserved death in my eyes of justice. Although he was a good leader, a good friend, probably a good son, yet he was never a good friend or boyfriend to Stella. Even after going through all his sins, if you still sympathize with him. I have an offer for you. Would you like to change the destiny of Caelestis Lanister? Yes/No|| A translucent blue window appeared in front of Eleanore, who had just opened her eyes in a strange white place, after meeting her end in a Traffic accident. Eleanore finds herself in a new world, with a mission to change the destiny of her favorite character from a book she had recently read, "Revenge is her only desire." Tired from her daily struggles, she was ready to venture into a new life of the rich, but to her dismay. She finds herself in the body of the villainess that dies in the first chapter of the novel, who shares the same name as hers, Eleanore Sinclair. Moreover, the day she enters into her body is the day she gets killed by Caelestis for harming his lover, Stella. Eleanore binded by the system that guided her through in her mission of changing Caelestis’ fate, realizes that the system favoured Stella over her. She struggles to keep herself alive, while working on Caelestis and Stella's relationship. As she tries to save Stella from the obsessive grasps of Caelestis, she finds herself getting entangled with the notorious villain. As tension and hatred between them rises, a love blooms between them which gives nothing but pain in return. The male lead being her own brother, will she be able to save Caelestis which is no longer her mission but her love? _______ “Lies!” he spat again, his voice rising. “I will kill you, Eleanore. If you ever try to do that to her again, I will kill you.” His words cut through her, burning with hatred and fear. Anger surged within her as she fought against him. She had never intended to hurt Stella, not once. The blame lay with the original owner of the body, not her. Why must she listen to these accusations? “I have no such intentions!” she shouted at his face, gasping to find breath. “Let me go!” Her foot lashed out, kicking him in the thigh, but he quickly pinned it down as well. Exhausted from her useless struggles, Eleanore realized she had to gather her strength and then perhaps bite off some skin from his handsome face. “You are just an obsessed man,” she snarled. “You don’t know how to treat a woman. You’re killing her!” Before she could finish, Caelestis silenced her with a violent grip around her throat. His hand tightened around her neck, cutting off her breath. Her wrists were free, but now her neck was caught, and every breath became a struggle. Panic surged through her as she struggled to find, her nails digged deep into at his arm in a desperate attempt to free herself. Caelestis’ true nature had finally appeared in front of Eleanore, and it scared her. She had already been afraid of him, but now the fear felt like it was gripping her very soul. Note: This is a dark fantasy romance novel. A war between Love and Obsession.

The era of Universal Lordship has come to this world, bringing many opportunities and challenges for humans. At the age of eighteen, each person can acquire territory and participate in the Lord's continent, which will determine whether they can move into a vast world or die in mediocrity. Thousands of years after the start of this era Neo looked up at the sky waiting for his opportunity, the opportunity to change his life and move toward a grander goal. All lords choose an easy route and select a race that already exists but he wished to go against the current, so even if it was looked down upon he created his own race bravely and swore to fight tooth and nail for success. This is the story of his journey as he walks step by step toward a grander future.

[True Survivalist Path + Longevity Flow + Ruthlessness + Mortal Cultivation Style] Transmigrated to a world of cultivation. Initially, I thought I’d soon have to fight to the death with those ruthless cultivators, competing for the slim chance to achieve immortality. Unexpectedly, I came with a status panel granting me infinite lifespan. What should I do now that I’m suddenly immortal? “The masses fight tooth and nail for immortality.” “That’s because their lives are short. If they don’t fight, they die!” “But I’m different.” “If I fight, that’s when I’ll really die.” “As long as I can keep surviving and cultivating steadily, one day, I’ll become immortal.” This is the story of a long-lived individual navigating the cultivation world with the path of survival and longevity.

Born into wealth and privilege, Aneira Patal was meant to have it all. But her destiny was stolen the day she was switched at birth with the maid’s daughter, Sophia. For twenty-three years, Aneira lived a life of struggle and hardship, deprived of the world that should have been hers. While Sophia basked in the spotlight as the cherished heiress, Aneira fought tooth and nail for every small success, never understanding why her efforts were always overshadowed. When Aneira’s love life, and dreams crumble under Sophia’s relentless schemes, she is left with nothing but a shattered heart and a burning desire to reclaim what was taken from her. In a desperate bid to escape the suffocating grip of her past, she agrees to a flash marriage; only to discover that her groom is not the cruel old man she had feared but a strikingly handsome stranger, Jaxton Haydra, who seems to know more about her than herself. What happens when Aneira finds out the true reason she was rushed into this unexpected marriage with Jaxton? And how will she handle the growing attraction she feels towards this stranger she barely knows?

"I think am in love with Ishtar's husband," Nadia Browne said suddenly, and it sounded like a joke to her best friend Sonia.

In a world where children are chosen by the gods—blessed with divine affinity and talent from birth—those born without their favor are discarded, forgotten... or worse. Cyrus is one of the godless. Born with no divine affinity, he was thrown into the grim, inhumane bowels of the Red Arena from a young age. For three years, he’s survived by tooth and nail, fighting for the right to live for just one more day. The pit demands blood—and the only choice is to shed it! Forged in the depths of the 'Bloodpit', Cyrus struggles to hold on to his sanity. His story is not that of a hero. It's the tale of a young man trying to preserve what's left of his humanity in a broken, treacherous... godforsaken world.

Un chico sin ningún recuerdo de su anterior vida, es reencarnado en el mundo de Remnant por una diosa desconocida, con una misión. Cogerse a todas las mujeres que pueda...

NEW CHAPTER RELEASE EVERY DAY FROM THE START OF NEXT MONTH. ××× It's simple. A vengeful wildfire of a woman. A tyrant who begs to be burned. When Aria crashes into Kael’s empire, hellbent on making him pay for taking her job away, she’s met not with defiance—but a dare. “You want revenge?” he taunts, voice dripping with dark invitation. “Then ruin me. Take your pound of flesh exactly where it hurts.” His proposition is a trap laced with sin: As expected he calls the shots in his bed, her contempt is his twisted aphrodisiac. “Hate me until your hands shake,” he growls. “But do it on top of me, where I can watch you savor every cut.” Their arrangement is a collision of dominance and delirium. Aria wields her fury like a blade, determined to break him. Kael? He thrives under her wrath, goading her darker, deeper, hungrier. But vengeance turns slippery when every insult she hisses ignites his obsession, and every cold glare melts into bruising kisses. Soon, the bed becomes a battleground—her nails carving victory into his skin, his whispers a serpent’s promise: “Chain me with your rage, darling. I’ll still come back for more." The rules are simple: No mercy. No surrender. But as their games spiral into something ravenous, who’s destroying whom? And when hatred burns this hot, what’s left when the ashes cool?

Waking up in a forest laying on dirt and grass was something Victor Gray didn't expect after dying. Or at least this isn't how he pictures the afterlife will be, but here he was alive. Naked and afraid. If his memory serves him right, he was brutally stabbed to death in an alleyway. Then the next thing, he woke up surrounded by trees, dirt, and grass as far as he could see. The sight and scent of nature struck his being as a foreign concept to a city guy himself. Was this heaven? He could have honestly believed this so just for his lack of clothing, but there's another bizarre thing. He wasn't in his body, and to add, he was a twenty-six years old man. Not someone who looks barely out of fifteen. His nails can protrude outward like claws that of a cat. And apparently, he has horns sticking out of his head and a tail that has a mind of its own sometimes. His hair was a silky raven black contradicting the previous brown he had before. His dark, sleep-deprived eyes and pale complexion from his countless overtime from an underpaying Job at a firm were replaced with golden iris eyes with healthy tanned skin. He couldn't help but ask, What in the world did he turn into? And what is up with this fancy-looking box thingy flashing in front of his face? ******************************************** [Notice!!] [Villain Summoning Complete!] [Establishing link....] [Notice!!] [Link Established!] [Constructing Mission log....] [Notice!!] [Mission Log Created!] [Main Scenario] [THE RISE OF THE DEMON MONARCH OF DARKNESS] [Become the Demon Monarch: 0/1] [Defeat the Seven heroes of E'lireo: 0/7] [Conquer the Realm of the Goddess Etheria: 0/1] [????] [Do you accept? Y/N] *********************************************************** Btw, this Author is a Master rank Procastinator, so the updates are slow asf, however I do my best in each chapters. So read at your own behest. I like putting some references in my stories, so you should watch out for them.

Richard siempre había pensado que su vida era un desastre, pero nada lo preparó para ser secuestrado por una diosa incompetente y arrojado en una isla llena de goblins y orcos. Sin habilidades rotas, sin profecías épicas y, lo peor de todo, sin la más mínima intención de ser un héroe, su única meta es salir de este maldito mundo. El problema es que la isla no tiene salida, los goblins lo tratan mejor de lo esperado y, antes de que se dé cuenta, termina involucrado en su sociedad. Le enseñan a pelear, a sobrevivir... y a bajar la guardia. Porque cuando finalmente cree que puede vivir con esta extraña comunidad, descubre la cruda verdad: su destino no es la libertad, sino ser el sacrificio para despertar a un antiguo y temible jefe demonio. Ahora, atrapado sin escapatoria, Richard deberá decidir: ¿rendirse a su trágico final o encontrar una manera de darle la vuelta al destino con el único poder que tiene a su favor? Su ingenio, su sarcasmo y una cantidad absurda de mala suerte. Una historia donde la comedia negra se mezcla con la desesperación, y donde el peor error que puedes cometer es confiar en que todo estará bien.

In the depths of the untamed wilderness, a lone caveman fights tooth and nail for survival. His world is one of brutal hunts, raging storms, and the primal instincts that keep him alive. But when a monstrous tidal wave swallows him whole, he awakens in a land unlike anything he has ever known—one brimming with magic, towering castles, and creatures beyond imagination. Armed with nothing but his raw strength, cunning instincts, and an unbreakable will, he must navigate this strange new realm where sorcerers wield fire, knights ride majestic beasts, and the very air hums with ancient power. To the people of this world, he is a savage brute, an anomaly that shouldn’t exist. Yet, as chaos brews on the horizon, this so-called primitive might just be the key to shifting the balance of power. Watch as he conquers magical beasts, outwits scheming nobles, and gradually evolves from a mere caveman to something far greater. Will he carve his own legend in this mystical world, or will he remain an outsider, forever lost in time? Follow his journey in "The Caveman Chronicles: A World of Magic"—a tale of strength, wit, and the unrelenting will to survive.

El héroe es un titulo otorgado al elegido de la diosa, Génesis. Admirado e idolatrado para algunos, figura de superación y meta para otros, despreciado y temido para los demonios. De los muchos pensamientos que podría tener, Elías, el actual héroe, lo ve mas como una maldición. Después de vivir diversas experiencias a lo largo de su viaje, Elías decide tomar las riendas de su vida. Adelante de ambos ejércitos, el día del combate final entre las razas y los demonios, proclama ante todos su decisión.

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

Sabrina Baelleigh never expected her life to turn out this way. After the tragic murder of her parents, she became the sole protector of her younger sister, fighting tooth and nail to survive. Managing a small, struggling restaurant, Sabrina found herself drowning in debt, hoping for a miracle. But then came Thaddeus Gillcrest, a billionaire who promised a way out—through a contract marriage that could solve all her problems. But nothing went as planned. Despite their agreement, Sabrina found herself falling for him, and for a fleeting moment, happiness seemed within reach. That was until Cynthia Rodgers slid her way between them, causing betrayal, misunderstandings, and ultimately, a divorce. Sabrina’s life seemed shattered, but fate had other plans. One fateful night led to another secret: a baby. Now, with her life in turmoil, Sabrina must go through the rocky road from heartbreak to stardom, while the truth about the past threatens to unravel everything. Can Sabrina rise from the ashes, or will the betrayals of love and ambition destroy her for good?

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When the mana surge happened 200 years ago and half the population died, everyone was forced to become part of the world system. Echo is blind but must also fight for survival or die due to mana poisoning, how will a blind man be able to make a living climbing the tower and growing stronger bit by bit. Clearing dungeons and labyrinths fighting tooth and nail for what he believes in. What class will he awaken and where will he go from here?

Yosef Gideon is a Knight Templar, and veteran of the Second Crusade. He arrives in the Holy Land to carry out a confidential treasure mission for Master Balian of Jaffa County. The mission entails him and his elite squad of Knight Templars to receive Pilgrim Treasure and Holy relics from Jerusalem and safely deliver them in Jaffa. His journey brings him in touch with friends and foes who are eyeing the Pilgrim Treasure and Holy Relics in his possession. Unknowingly, a deep conspiracy is woven around him that will test his faith as he fights tooth and nail to defend his mission and safeguard their lives. Along the way, he gets cursed for standing by his values. Will he emerge victorious despite the odds against him? Read the novel to be updated. ... Please rate and review this story. Let me as well as others know what you think of it. 

(This Story will Continue on April 1st) “A surprise?” The Prince scoffed. “And if I had died out there? You would have let me die as a prince who never knew his daughter existed.” Her smile didn’t falter. “I’m grateful you didn’t. So, my surprise still worked. And more than that, I suppose I got a surprise too… about your new arranged marriage, Your Grace.” Her nails pressed into her palms through the crumpled fabric of the handkerchief. She wouldn’t let herself crumble. Not now. Not after everything. She vowed to hold her composure—as the lady of the castle, the Marchioness of Ravenswood. === Duty over Desire. That was the mindset Elara Damaryon had set for herself when she accepted the marriage offer from the Prince, who didn’t believe in love and lived in the shadows of Valloria Kingdom. Coming from a disgraced baron’s family, Elara dedicated herself to becoming a worthy wife and the respected lady of Ravenswood Castle for the past four years. She worked tirelessly to remain devoted to the Prince, even though they had shared only one passionate night before he left for a war that would last four long years. After the long, gruelling battle, the Prince’s return as a hero turned into agony for Elara when he was bound by Royal Decree to enter an alliance marriage with a warrior princess. But... The Prince saw his wife, whom he married out of necessity, whom he once knew as a shy woman who never dared to defy him, had now become a strong woman who consumed his thoughts at every moment. For Elara, what she once saw as duty has become an undeniable desire when the Prince shows the affection she never knew he could have. In a kingdom where fate is whispered through ancient spells and the Moon Goddess watches in silence, Elara feels threatened when she receives a divine message about her daughter's safety. She must protect her legacy—not just as a mother, but as a woman who’s discovering more about her secret power and the salvation her love will bring. === This Novel is a Character-Driven Story with Slowburn Romance It has complex characters dynamic [WARNING MATURE CONTENT 18+] Please give this story a chance (^,^) WebNovel Spirity Awards 2025 Entry

In a not-so-distant future, Earth is thrown into chaos by a weird alien ship that crashes and starts leaking spiritual energy all over the place. This energy messes with the planet’s ecosystem, making everything mutate—animals, plants, even people. It’s like nature’s gone wild, with some folks getting crazy supernatural powers while others struggle to survive against mutated creatures and power-hungry groups trying to take control. In the middle of all this craziness, Amira Hailen—a tough-as-nails ex-special forces assassin with a complicated past—gets a second shot at life. Thanks to a mysterious ally’s Mental Transference powers, she’s sent back in time, waking up with the ability to control ice. Determined to keep humanity afloat, she gathers her old crew and turns them into a reliable team amid all the chaos. Meanwhile, Aiden Emberstorm—a fiery elite operative—gets fed up with the government’s weak response to the crisis. With his own fire powers blazing, he ditches the bureaucracy and teams up with his battalion to protect innocent lives. He becomes a symbol of resistance, taking on mutated beasts and rogue factions while trying to restore some order. When Amira and Aiden cross paths, it’s not exactly love at first sight. Their icy and fiery personalities clash, but they can’t deny the need to join forces. They both want the same thing: a sanctuary where survivors can be safe. So, they decide to work together, hatching a plan to take down the alien ship before it can call in reinforcements for a full-scale invasion. Amid epic battles, unexpected alliances, and a budding romance, Amira and Aiden must face both their inner demons and the alien threat. It’s a fight for survival in a world that’s gone wild, with everything at stake—including their own hearts.

Ryan, a broke college boy, lands a summer job at Titan Storage Co. in buzzing Metrospire, thanks to his pal Jake. He needs cash, so he nails the interview, ready to stack crates and cash checks… until he spots a girl in the lunchroom, lost in a medieval book, her eyes glinting with secrets—could this warehouse hold the key to transforming him from zero to hero?

Fui invocado a otro mundo como un héroe, ¡pero como la Diosa odia a los hombres, no me dio ningún poder divino, fui considerado un fracaso y vendido como esclavo por la Reina! Afortunadamente, logré escapar con vida gracias a dos niñas, y ahora debo sobrevivir en un mundo que odia a los hombres. Oh, hola, vagabundo. ¿Eh? ¿E-eras un Dios? ¿Q-quieres que derrote a la Diosa? ¡¿Y debo conseguir un harem para lograrlo?! ¡"Tan cliché"! ¡Ahhhhhhhhh!

Reborn as a weapon. Hunted by two clans. Bound to a curse older than time. Liam Blackwood wakes in a blood-red moonlit church, clutching a mechanical heart that hums like a trapped beast. Three days until the full moon—and his nails already gleam silver, sharp as a werewolf’s claws. But he’s no ordinary wolf. He’s the "Moonlit Phantom"—a reborn scientist murdered by werewolves a decade ago. When a golden-eyed boy, Eli, begs for help saving his vampire-cursed grandmother, Liam discovers the boy’s collarbone hides half a wolf’s mark… and beneath it, a vampire’s brand. The secret? A thousand-year-old curse born from a forbidden love between a wolf and a vampire—now etched into Liam’s own mechanical core.