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After growing up alone in a mysterious forest, 18-year-old Aelina steps into the bustling city for the first time. With honey-colored eyes, raven-black hair, and an air of innocence, she catches everyone’s attention—especially his. Kael, a powerful and intimidating 21-year-old CEO with snow-white hair and piercing blue eyes, offers her help. But Aelina, used to surviving on her own, isn’t quick to trust. He’s cold, arrogant, and impossible to ignore. Yet behind his sharp gaze lies a wounded man with a hidden tenderness. As they face unexpected challenges, a bond begins to form—built on mutual respect, unspoken desires, and the slow unraveling of secrets from both their pasts. In a world where loyalty must be earned and trust is rare, will their connection survive?

Sugar & Sin She’s a mafia queen in boots and blood. She’s a soft girl with bunny teeth and big dreams. One kills without blinking. The other bargains for mangoes. When cold-blooded Nyx crosses paths with sunshine-sweet Aster, Bangkok isn’t ready. Love isn’t in the plan. But bullets don’t ask for permission. And neither do girls like them. One born to rule. One born to survive. Let the city burn. This is sugar. This is sin.

I expected money. Or maybe a scroll that shoots lightning. Instead, I got a girl. "Who... are you?" I asked. "Your great-grandmother," she said. I blinked. "...But you look my age." "I died when I was eighteen." "...What the f—"

She experiences betray, agony while trying to defeat her worst enemy who is the grandfather of her lover Do you think her lover would choose her over his grandfather ??? Natasha could not stand her father been defeated by the dragon who was once her father's friend but became enemies in the blink of an eye. Despite her pregnant state, she rose up and attacked the dragon who threw her against the wall and immediately she fell unconscious. By the time she woke up, she saw her father lying on the floor almost dead, she looked to see if the dragon was anywhere around there but he was gone. Natasha rushed to her father who was already losing his life, but it seems he was whispering something, she leaned closer. ****************************

Wei Chi transmigrated to the Nine Continents of the Celestial Realm. Initially, he was prepared to just be an honest third son of a family. However, after a turn of events, he had no choice but to inherit an entire divine cultivation plan. From then onward, his vibe changed a little. When he saw a girl with decent talents, he immediately asked, “Girl, are you interested in divine cultivation?” In the blink of an eye, 10 million years had passed. Numerous top-class empresses flew through the sky and showed up in front of Wei Chi. Wei Chi wailed and yelled, “I really don’t have any more cultivation methods!” “Please stop coming here!” “You’re all grown-ups now!”

Kivas Chariot is struck by the sun—an event that corrupts her soul beyond repair. In the blink of an eye, she's transported into the midst of a cosmic ritual, performed by three eldritch beings beyond comprehension. Overwhelmed by the sheer magnitude of their presence, her fractured soul erupts in a desperate tantrum, shattering the terrifying rite. Yet beneath their monstrous forms, one of the entities reaches out to her gently—soul to soul—and asks a simple, warm, and comprehensible question. “What is it you truly desire?” Tears welling, Kivas whispers from the depths of her being. "I want to be loved!” The entity grants her wish. But not directly. Now, somehow awakened in a strange new world, Kivas discovers something bizarre—there are stats, HP, MP... even classes and skills. In a world where time matter less and power are more rampant, Kivas attempts to strive and live her brand new life.

In a world where only three empires remained after the destruction caused by the yokai and beasts... even after they were driven away, a mysterious samurai appeared, wearing a ronin hat, with long silver hair and red eyes, named Akayama. This samurai was the reason for the return of the yokai, plunging the empires into a bloody conflict with secret organizations and rulers.

It started on a rainy Tuesday. Alex was just heading home when he saw her — a girl with long, wavy brown hair, soaked in rain, standing at the campus gate with blood on her hands and a knife in her grip. He should’ve run. But something made him stay. She didn’t scream. She cried — silent, shaking — and kept stabbing whatever was beneath her. The body had pink hair, now matted with blood and rain, sprawled at her feet like something that should’ve stayed buried. Then — his phone beeped. She looked up. Eyes empty and wild. And she walked toward him. “Turn it off,” she whispered. “Before they hear us.”

The promising surgery professor 'Sung Joo-hyuk' is reborn as a boy named 'Kim Tae-pyeong' in the 19th-century rural village of Upton, England, with all his past memories intact. There, he once again nurtures his dream of becoming a doctor, but what Tae-pyeong encounters is the harsh reality of London's medical world, where even proper sterilization is not practiced.... Overcoming all kinds of racial discrimination, Tae-pyeong demonstrates his ingenuity as a mysterious doctor from the East. You can support me at patreon.com/wizard_kitten. This is a translation of a novel from NAVER.

Dianno Armendez, a 28-year-old man with a stable life and a good girlfriend, had everything shattered in the blink of an eye in a car accident. A new life now awaits him, a life that is... vastly different from his 'normal' existence. This is a story of struggle, warmth, and affection.

Title:섭우춘빙 (Seop Woo Chun Bing) Author: 밤꾀꼬리 Description: *Clang!* The mask split in half, revealing a face so extraordinary it seemed almost otherworldly. Skin as pale as if it would smudge with the slightest touch, a sharp and elegant nose, perfectly shaped lips. Every feature was as refined as if sculpted by a master artisan, untouched by the passage of time. Once jet-black like the night, the hair had turned as white as the snow-capped mountains of the northern lands. It was still beautiful, but a fragile, ethereal quality had been added, as if the figure might scatter and dissolve into the air at any moment. As the mask fell away, revealing eyes beneath fluttering, slow-blinking lashes, they shone like polished black onyx—noble and luminous. It was a visage so close to a work of art that it seemed a pity only Ye Kang-oh and the sun bore witness to it. However, in the presence of this breathtakingly handsome man, Ye Kang-oh’s expression began to crumble. There was no way he couldn’t recognize that face. Not because it was a beauty that could rival even Song-ok or Ban-ak, but because it belonged to someone who had once been Kang-oh’s protector. "Is it you?" Ye Kang-oh, the youngest disciple of the Black Sky Lord, stood before the man he had once revered and adored. Dan Woo-hyo, the Lord of White Virtue Palace, whom the martial world believed to be missing, was there. "Has it really been you all along?" ------------ I am NOT the author. I'm just translating this novel.

The character with the highest difficulty and the worst performance, Baek Yuseol, was considered a trash character in-game because he could not use magic in a fantasy setting where everyone else could. However… [Because the wrong ending has been reached, 90% of Aether World has been destroyed.] [Please reach the “True Ending.”] Suddenly, those words echoed in my mind before I was transmigrated to the Aether World. [You can use the skill “Blink.”] “Just why did I possess this character?” Blink was the only magic skill I had. Surviving in Stella Academy among genius mages, I became the notorious Blink Mage. Alternative title: I Became A Flashing Genius At The Magic Academy

**WARNING: This story is just a fictional story Contains violent scenes and bloody scenes.** (The Case of the Eighth Floor) Federal Agent Leonid and the Coldest Man are forced to move into an apartment building that witnessed three serial murders to catch the killer. The cover-up by the Stars Company, which is responsible for the apartment building, as well as some prosecutors, causes the team to conduct the investigation in complete secrecy, to catch the suspect as quickly as possible and without anyone's interference. Charlotte Smith, the introverted woman who lives next door to Leonid, helps him take care of his puppy as requested. A month passes in the blink of an eye and the feelings between the two become mixed. Will there be room for love in the life of the federal agent, or will Charlotte become a puppet in the serial killer's theater?

> “They said time heals everything—but what if time just makes the silence louder?” After three years, he came back. His smile was the same... but my heart wasn’t. A yellow-haired boy with a broken laugh. A silver-haired stranger with blood on his hands. A city full of shadows, regrets, and memories that never died. This isn't just a high school love story. It's about forgetting... remembering... and falling all over again, even when it hurts. He’s dangerous. I’m broken. And maybe we were never meant to find each other again... But somehow, we did.

This is the story of Arthur Mikhael A naive kid who ended up acquiring a vampire Emperor legacy, one of the ancient secrets that was left behind by the vampire Emperor himself for his kind and it was not meant for any human, but Arthur somehow ended up acquiring that legacy and become a threatening existence for human and those who runs the world from shadows. Because of the vampire emperor's legacy he was hunted by his own kind and lost everything in a blink of eyes, his parents were killed in cold blood in front of his eyes... This is the story of the Arthur who became the worst enemy of humanity and those who cross his path.

In a hall that was supported by golden craving runes pillars, the surroundings were silent except for the heavy breathing of an injured white robe teen with green hair and blue eyes while holding a sword in his hand was kneeling on the floor. The blood covered his whole white robe in red. Many bodies lie on the floor around the green-haired teen, indicating how intense the battle was. Standing in front of the injured green-haired teen was a teen named Kaal with long jet-black hair and deep black eyes, with a handsome face with a dominating aura. By piercing the sword in the chest of the green-haired teen, Kaal said with a smirk on his face, "Finally, the dog died...". Taking out the cursed soul orb, Kaal read the memory of the green-haired Raven. "HAHAHA HAHAHA, so that was his secret. a soul from another blue planet called Earth possessed the body of Raven..." Kaal said while laughing. Like a story of a novel on his planet. Raven must be the MC who might be destined to ascend to the height of the world, and I might be an arrogant young master-type Villain, whose role is to make the MC shine. -----------××××----------------- Join the journey of kaal from Villain to the strongest demon god. -Slow-paced novel where every character has their arc. -English is not my native language.

In the year 2**1 humanity fell to the grounds... Citizens tried to reach the government... many didn't make it... It happened so quickly... how did God let this be.... In a blink of an eye... the world turned a blind eye... To the agony in the people... and to those who are capable... Fight with us! and together we will end all of this fuss! We will bring you a bright future with no sorrow... We are the "Tomorrow"!

"Very well, mortal. Your… audacious request is granted. You will return to the beginning, stripped of your immediate memories, driven only by your inherent… drive. And our observation… will be most keen." Minwoo's smirk widened into a confident grin. "Good. Don't blink. You might miss something." The celestial chamber shimmered, the gods beginning to fade, their expressions a mixture of solemnity and intense curiosity. "The game… begins anew," their voices echoed, carrying a resonance of the unique arrogance of his desire.

The Empire was blessed with two Saintesses. Saintesses were symbols of purity, cleanliness, and holiness. However, that was not the case for Luna-the black-haired Saintess who lived in the shadow of her sister, Estelle. Luna was the most undesirable being in the Empire, as she was the only one who had black hair.

【 Warning: Mature Content R-18 】 "My Winky is Gone?!" Su Yan exclaimed inwardly, grappling with the reality of his changed body. He was no longer the person he once was. Now he had reincarnated into a different world and inhabited the body of a woman whose name was Su Mu. Su Yang, a game developer, meets an untimely end when he's hit by a truck. Instead of oblivion, he awakens in an unfamiliar, luxurious room. Looking in the mirror, he's confronted by the reflection of a stunning woman with long, silver-white hair and emerald green eyes – a body that is now his. As he explores his new body, a mix of disbelief, confusion, and a strange, burgeoning curiosity washes over him. He learns that his new identity is Su Mu, and soon after waking, memories not his own begin to flood his mind, revealing glimpses of Su Mu's life and her family. The silver-haired beauty—a statuesque figure adorned with a pair of full, graceful breasts—stared back at herself in the mirror. Su Mu, now inhabiting a beautiful woman's body that could make anyone fall for her, faces a significant problem: her attraction is still geared towards women, not men. But 'he' who has become 'she' is facing a major problem, and that is she can't make herself like men over women. "But, will I?"

Her silky hair covered her eyes and I only saw her lips. That was so soft and smooth. She applied light peach coloured lipstick. That made her lips perfect...

Inspired by (an actual book) A Murder Most Unladylike series. It was raining... Murder happened. The victim was alive when we saw her on the P.E field. We asked a few questions. She didn't know who killed her, she didn't see. She was stabbed from the back. There was nobody. She saw blonde hair. There are many people with blond hair. Maya, my best friend, but she was with me.... Michelle Rosestreet. Ms. Anderson and more.... She made it alive at the hospital. But couldn't remember a thing, including us asking questions. That's good. Nobody would know we were solving who the murderer was. It was summer school and only a week has passed by when the murder happened. We had less than four months to solve this biggest and first ever case. Welcome to Emily Rosewood and Maya Summers' mystery.

'Am I hallucinating? Am I dying?' Marx thought. Perhaps he was seeing visions because he was feverish, and his head ached from the contusions he suffered during the crash. He blinked, but the vision was still there. He saw a beautiful woman fully naked on the edge of the other side of the spring. Her slightly wavy hair with the color of copper cascaded freely down her slim waist. She raised her arms and dived cleanly into the water. Marx waited, but after some time, she did not emerge. Marx chuckled. How could a woman be in a jungle in the middle of nowhere?" He heard a growl from behind him, and before he could react, a big tiger pounced on him. The last thing he remembered was seeing four canines closing in and hearing a loud female voice shouting, "Khalil, stop!" … Discover how Amaya, who grew up in the wild, coped with the pressure and challenges of returning to the civilized world. Accompany her on her journey to find love, acceptance, and recognition in the treacherous human world of betrayal and greed. *** The book cover is not mine. It is a photo of one of the most beautiful actresses in my country. *** Jan 2025. I finally had the chance to upload the characters' avatars. I hope you will love Amaya, Marx, and Ibrahim just as I loved bringing them to life.

The room was thick with the smell of wine. January 2025, Aezren leaned against the couch with wine in his hand, His eyes red like the sun during an eclipse, while his hair a chaotic Blonde framed his face with eerie elegance, hoping not to be disturbed by the screams of people. He was the Grim Reaper and the cause of people’s misfortunes, so it was only natural that he was embraced by screams day and night. Without a moment’s notice, he heard another person cursing him. “Not this again…” he groaned as he got up. He sipped his wine as he watched the drunk woman cursing him from the reflection on his wine. Lavinia stood on the parapet wall with high heels, ready to fall at any moment. Her red lipstick messed up, her skin a shade of bright olive, her hair had faded black hair dye, her eyes a shade of deep green, reminiscent of the forest. Her movements came out unstable as she screamed out, “Seems like all doom is attracted to me!” she laughed, tears rolled down her face. “I’m really not,” Aezren scoffed as he rolled his eyes. His eyes blew into saucers at a closer look at her face. “That face, it’s her!” he exclaimed. “I can’t let her die,” he pleaded with desperation as his “heart” raced. Aezren put his glass of wine back on the table with telekinesis as he stood up and teleported to Lavinia. However, it was already too late and she jumped off. Aezren jumped off of the terrace and held her in his arms as he floated in the air. He quickly took her back to the terrace before anybody could notice. Lavinia shut her eyes tight, hoping for the worst to happen—her death. She opened her eyes soon after she realized that she was on solid ground. “What is it,” she smiled, “Am I in heaven or hell?” she walked as she wondered. She was in her own world. “You’re in none,” Aezren told her, about to crash out at her obliviousness. But of course, she was half rat — drunk as hell. He let out a deep sigh. She didn’t listen. He recited some sort of spell, his index and middle finger pointed at her. Since alcohol has similar affects to being dead, it was easy enough for him to get her to be sober. She blinked in surprise. “Wh…Who are you?” she stammered, taking steps back defensively. “Be my muse.” He asked her. He has been searching for a her for over 4 centuries now. Having been living for so long, he has started making paintings to pass time. He has her face like a fuzzy faded painting in his head, and he has always struggled to capture her in his paintings. Finding her was a dream come true for him. She couldn’t die. Not before he painted her. Lavinia’s breath hitched. She was hit with nausea and dizziness. “Please.. please leave me alone!” She begged, her voice came out louder than she wanted it to. Aezren stared at her, his expression unreadable. “I didn’t save you because I care about your life,” he said, voice low. “I saved you because you have a face that doesn’t belong to this era.” Lavinia’s breath hitched again, her head spinning, “What the hell does that even mean…?” “I’ve seen you before. In dreams, in sketches, in brush strokes I never finished.” He sighed, “Centuries of searching. And suddenly, you’re on a rooftop, yelling about doom like some half-broken opera.” “You’re insane,” she whispered, backing away. He didn’t argue. “Probably,” he said with a shrug. “But I don’t care what you believe. You’re here. And I need to paint you before you disappear again.” Lavinia blinked, confusion and fear wrestling inside her. But something about him—his tone, his posture, the weird mix of detachment and obsession—made her pause. Her stomach flipped. The room still spun, but she wasn’t sure if it was just the wine anymore. “Okay,” she said slowly, swallowing hard. TW: Might include topics or references to Self harm. Reader discretion is recommended.

"Tank!" The cry of "Tank!" ripped through the air, cutting through the chaos of gunfire and explosions like a chilling gust of wind. Panic gripped the soldiers in the trenches as the ominous presence of a tank loomed on the battlefield. Fellow soldiers, their voices filled with urgency, shouted a stark warning to their comrades. The news of the tank's arrival sent shockwaves through the already tense atmosphere. The cramped confines of the trenches offered little protection against the formidable metal beast that threatened to roll over everything in its path. Desperation etched on their faces, David's friends raised their voices above the cacophony, urging everyone to make a choice - retreat to safety or face the enemy head-on. They buzzed with the urgent decision that each soldier had to make in the blink of an eye.

I made him up. Now he won’t go away. I only meant to lie once. Now I’m engaged to something that doesn’t blink.

In the state of Oregon, on Columbia Avenue in the city of Portland, fifteen-year-old Jacob—short in stature, with striking green eyes and short blond hair—arrives to begin his first year at Woodbury High School, a chaotic school infamous for its lack of order. But Jacob is not prepared for what awaits him. From the very first moment, he is struck by a harsh reality: the school is ruled by Adam, a tall, athletic seventeen-year-old who enforces his own brutal code, running the school like a self-proclaimed king. Adam demands Jacob's loyalty. Jacob refuses. He won’t bow. He won’t follow. In no time, Jacob becomes the school’s outcast, isolated in a corrupted system... until Houssam appears. A towering Algerian teen with curly black hair and bold Arab features, Houssam has long endured racism and exclusion because he is Muslim. Feared by everyone—including Adam himself—Houssam chooses to stand by Jacob. Not just out of solidarity, but driven by a buried desire for revenge. The rebellion begins… and with it, chaos unfolds. When two girls join the uprising—Sarah, the tall blonde with emerald eyes, and Rania, the sharp, petite girl with short black hair and light brown eyes behind her glasses—the battle evolves into a clash of emotions, pride, and dignity. Will Jacob and Houssam's unlikely alliance be enough to topple Adam's tyranny? Or is the game far greater than they ever imagined, threatening to leave them expelled beyond the gates of Woodbury forever?

Cerita ini berlatarkan seorang"pria yang berkeinginan hidup mandiri"suatu hari, disebuah desa yang bernama kuso,hidup lah seorang remaja sma yang bernama suto hairi.hairi selalu dimanjakan oleh orang tuanya .hairi pun bertekad untuk hidup mandiri. Karakter utama: MC: suto hairi Heroine: kuso sanami Karakter sampingan: Ortu mc: Ayah: suto toru Ibu: suto kami Teman mc: Sakami ayaka Suko tomu GENRE: Romantisme School