They Can Imitate You

Kael Vire was never meant to make it through life. Left behind as a baby, cast aside by society, and betrayed by everyone who dared to show him a glimmer of care—he grew up in the darkest corners of humanity. He yearned for love but was met with nothing but pain. He reached out for light, only to be pulled deeper into the shadows. And when his last connection was shattered, something stirred within him. The Dread Sovereign System—a forbidden force that doesn’t reward compassion but punishes treachery. Every act of abandonment fuels his transformation. Every deceit lays the foundation for his reign. They wanted him erased. Forgotten. Buried. But all they succeeded in doing was crafting a monster. From the ruins of the forsaken rises a tyrant that no one can stop. He won’t be a hero. He won’t offer forgiveness. He will reign supreme.

Sana never imagined that one drunken mistake would drag her into a world of scandals, secrets, and heartbreak. Juggling a messy fallout with a rising actor and a demanding job under a brutally handsome billionaire boss, she’s doing her best to keep it together — until Noah walks in: warm smile, wicked charm, and eyes that see straight through her chaos. One is her boss. One might be her safe place. But love? That’s off the table. She’s told herself again and again — she can’t fall. Not for power, not for charm, not for anyone. But what happens when the lines blur, hearts misbehave, and the internet has its own version of the story? A storm is coming — and Sana’s right in the eye of it. Read to explore Have an amazing day! -AlienMonster

The Bride They Burned He married me for a bet. Then made me bleed to entertain his friends. I was the perfect wife. Obedient. Loving. Devoted. Until my husband turned my life into a game. > “Walk on glass to save your son.” “Smile while you bleed.” “Beg like a good girl.” And when I finally broke, they ended me—with a knife to my heart and laughter in their eyes. But I didn't stay dead. I returned in a new body. More beautiful. More dangerous. And this time—I won’t cry. I won’t beg. I’ll make them fall for me. And then I’ll destroy them. One by one. ---

In a world where power is bought, sold, and stolen, one man redefines the rules—by making people believe him. Not with magic. Not with force. With something far more dangerous: conviction. He's already dead. He says so. And he lives every second like it's extra credit on his legacy. From corrupt cities to global syndicates, from hackers to heiresses, from killers to kings—everyone has something to lose. And when he speaks, they listen. Because deep down, they already agree with him. And that's when it begins.

The boardroom was a wall of glass and judgment. At exactly 8:59 AM, Arielle pushed through the doors in a sharp navy dress that clung to her like confidence had been stitched into every seam. Her heels echoed across the floor as she approached the long, polished table where half a dozen stone-faced executives sat, murmuring over papers and steaming coffee. Dominic was already seated at the head of the table. He didn't look at her. Not at first. But he felt her enter. Just like gravity feels the moon. She took her spot near the screen, placed the tablet in front of her, and exhaled slowly. "You ready?" Dominic asked quietly, his voice low, unreadable. She turned to him with a sharp smile. "Born ready." He finally met her gaze—and for a second, something flickered behind his eyes. Not approval. Not yet. But something… closer than before. "Gentlemen," Dominic said to the table. "This is Arielle Sinclair. She'll be walking you through the market projections and proposed strategy updates for Q3." One of the older men raised a brow. "Her?" Arielle didn't flinch. "Yes. Me," she said, smiling sweetly. "Try to keep up." There was a pause—half stunned, half amused—and then, silence She launched into her presentation. And she nailed it. Clear. Sharp. Confident. She wasn't just parroting facts; she owned the numbers. Her explanations were quick, her slides precise, and her delivery unapologetically fierce. For the first time, they weren't looking at her legs or her lipstick. They were looking at her mind. And Dominic? He watched every second like a man watching a match ignite in a room full of gas. At one point, their eyes locked—and she saw it. A crack in his armor. Not desire. Not annoyance. But something like… respect. And it made her stomach flip in a way no designer bag ever had. When she concluded with a succinct, "Any questions?" the room was quiet. Then, one of the board members nodded. "Well done, Miss Sinclair. Concise and well-structured." Dominic didn't say a word. But his fingers drummed once against the table. A silent approval. The meeting ended. As the board members filed out, Dominic remained seated, watching her. She turned to him slowly. "Well?" she asked. He stood, approached, and said nothing until he was directly in front of her. "You surprised them." "And you?" His gaze dropped to her lips for a split second before meeting her eyes again. "I don't surprise easily." She stepped closer. "You didn't think I could do it." "I knew you could," he said, voice dark and steady. "I just didn't know if you would." She tilted her head. "So what now?" His eyes raked over her—not with lust, but with something more dangerous. Calculating. Hungry. "Now," he said slowly, "I stop holding back." She inhaled sharply. "What does that mean?" "It means if you're staying in this game, you better be ready to lose sometimes." She licked her lips. "I never lose." He smirked—slow, wolfish. "We'll see." And he walked out first. But this time? She followed with her chin high, her stride proud, and fire crackling in her chest. She hadn't just passed the test. She'd lit the room on fire. The hallway was quiet after the boardroom storm, but Arielle's heels still echoed like a victory march. She was glowing. Not just from the adrenaline of her flawless presentation, but from something else—something hotter, deeper. The way Dominic had looked at her afterward wasn't just professional respect. It was a crack in his walls. And she intended to widen it. She pressed the button for the elevator, and just as the doors slid open, a shadow fell over her shoulder. Dominic. Of course. He stepped in beside her without a word, towering, silent, composed. The doors closed. Silence. Tension. Air that thickened with each passing floor. She stood beside him, not touching, but close enough to feel the heat rolling off his body. Close enough to catch a whiff of his cologne—clean, dark, devasta

Seiji, once a normal writer with a handful of forgotten novels, gave up his dreams to live a quiet life. But one night, he wakes up in a mysterious room — only to learn that the Almighty has chosen him to become the Executive of Fictional Realms. The universes born from his imagination have begun to shape reality. Now, entrusted with divine authority, he must take control of these chaotic worlds — each ruled by characters he himself created. From dragon slayers to devil hunters, sun emperors to wandering adventurers — they all stand before him, confused, rebellious, powerful. And yet… only one sits upon the throne. > "I am the writer of your stories." In a realm where imagination becomes reality, he must guide, confront, and sometimes battle his own creations — all while keeping the balance between fiction and fate. But ruling over one's own mind... isn't as easy as writing it.

In 1972, a groundbreaking discovery by Herbert Boyer and Stanley Cohen in genetic engineering, where they created the first transgenic organisms by inserting a resistance gene into an E. coli plasmid, sparked both immense scientific excitement and public backlash. While many hailed it as a monumental step forward, others protested, fearing humanity was "playing God." Amidst this controversy, Jeremy Karlson, a renowned paleontologist, recognized the profound potential of Boyer and Cohen's work. He saw it as a means to achieve something unprecedented: bringing dinosaurs back to life. Jeremy, accompanied by his wealthy step-brother Jake, who offered to fully fund the ambitious project, met with Boyer and Cohen. Jeremy revealed that during an expedition in Alaska, his team had discovered a perfectly preserved, 17,000-year-old juvenile dire wolf with intact organs, from which they successfully extracted degraded DNA. He believed that with Boyer and Cohen's expertise in transgenic technology, they could use this DNA, and by extension, potentially dinosaur DNA, to resurrect extinct creatures. Initially hesitant and skeptical of the audacious proposition, Boyer and Cohen were eventually swayed by Jeremy's unwavering confidence and the sheer magnitude of the idea. With Jake's financial backing and Jeremy's bold vision, they agreed to collaborate. The project, estimated to take four to five years, aimed to apply the nascent field of genetic engineering to the realm of paleontology, promising to reshape the world in an unimaginable way. As they left, Jeremy mused that when their success became public, the world would be irrevocably divided.

On Children’s Day, the bell rang for celebration. By noon, it rang for the dead. Trapped in a school crawling with monsters—some undead, some hiding among them—Win, a cold genius, must lead a group of survivors through blood, betrayal, and heartbreak. In a world where love feels like weakness and survival demands sacrifice… Can you survive Class Z?

Lena had no idea that a simple ad would turn her ordinary life upside down. Through an app called "Happy Faces," she began forming anonymous friendships and was content to finally have someone to talk to. That is, until the day she received a message from someone with the username "Shadow." From that moment on, nothing would ever be the same again.

Synopsis "Do you think I need you that much? I married you just because I wanted your blood," Kenny said as he put his signature on the divorce papers. "Mr.Kenny, I don't need your money or your house," Natasha said as she tried to hide the emotions on her face. Kenny has no other way of protecting the person he loves the most than divorcing her. Natasha, Kenny's girlfriend, is poisoned, and he needs to find an antidote before the poison starts to act up. Kenny has to marry Sophia, the girl he hates, so that he can get the antidote from a mysterious man. Will he be able to save Natasha? Will they get back together? Will they be able to win against the forces that are trying to break them apart?

Manuel is the type of person you’d overlook—a quiet, introverted teenager who rarely talks and prefers to stay out of the spotlight. But what people don’t know is that behind his silence, he’s building something they could never imagine. It all begins when Manuel befriends an advanced AI—a public technology, not his secret—but their bond quickly changes his life forever. With his AI friend by his side, Manuel uncovers hidden systems, cracks digital markets, and starts playing games no one else can see. Step by step, he secretly amasses wealth, influence, and power—while everyone else still thinks he’s just the quiet boy in the corner. But in a world where secrets control everything, how long can you hide the truth? Manuel’s quiet rise to becoming a zillionaire is no fairy tale. Rivals are watching. Friends may turn. And sometimes, the biggest danger comes from those who already know the truth. Can you really trust anyone? Can you really keep a secret?

ZANE, CAN YOU HEAR ME? Lena survived the accident. But she hasn’t spoken a word since. Paralyzed and silenced in a hospital room that still echoes with his absence, she clutches the only thing they didn’t take from her: his phone. And inside it — a voice message. “If anything ever happens to me, Lena, I need you to—” That’s where it ends. But for Lena, it’s where everything begins. As Zane’s voice returns in fragments, so do the memories: the first time they met, the love they built from ruins, and the future they almost had. A future stolen in one rain-soaked moment. But what was Zane trying to tell her? And why does it feel like he knew something she didn’t? Told in aching prose and shifting memory, Zane, Can You Hear Me? is a haunting story of love that refuses to die, grief that refuses to be silenced, and a girl who refuses to forget. *** For readers who love tracing the kind of heartbreak that lingers, grief that breathes too loud, and stories that hurt in all the right places, enough to make the person bleed aloud — ZANE, CAN YOU HEAR ME? is a haunting journey into love, memory, and the silence left behind. This book is a rip into heartbreak at its most human, most fragile, and most unforgettable of forms.

Description: Chase C. Miller is an actor with chillingly glowing purple eyes that could violently take one’s heart and a beauty that draws everyone’s eyes. After spending a heated night with him, Josh was imprinted behind his ear and he now had a secret that must never be found. It was none other than the fact that he was pregnant with Chase’s child! A few years later, Josh, who had been hired once again as his bodyguard, is astonished by his appalling character. Despite this, every time they meet eyes and stand close together, Josh cannot seem to be able to stop his heart from beating faster. “Oops, are you all right?” “You f*cking bastard, how dare you—” “Yes, I somehow dared to touch my client’s d*ck. I sincerely apologize.”

Chase C. Miller adalah seorang aktor dengan mata ungu yang bersinar dingin yang dapat dengan hebat mengambil hati seseorang dan kecantikan yang menarik perhatian semua orang. Setelah menghabiskan malam yang panas bersamanya, Josh tercetak di belakang telinganya dan sekarang dia memiliki rahasia yang tidak boleh ditemukan. Tidak lain adalah fakta bahwa dia mengandung anak Chase! Beberapa tahun kemudian, Josh, yang kembali dipekerjakan sebagai pengawalnya, merasa heran dengan karakternya yang buruk. Meskipun demikian, setiap kali mereka bertemu mata dan berdiri berdekatan, Josh tampaknya tidak dapat menghentikan jantungnya yang berdetak lebih cepat. “Ups, kamu baik-baik saja?” “Dasar bajingan, beraninya kamu—” “Ya, entah bagaimana aku berani menyentuh penis klienku. Aku sungguh-sungguh minta maaf.” TRANSLATE TIDAK 100% BENAR N) MAU JOIN CHANNEL TELEGRAM? CEK BIO~

Maya thought she had buried the past. Rafael disappeared five years ago, leaving her pregnant and alone. She raised Leo herself, through every fever, every first word, every night he asked where “Daddy” was. Then one glance in the park changes everything. Rafael returns—not for Maya, not even to make peace—but to confess something that shakes the ground beneath her: Leo might not be his son. As letters from Maya’s late sister begin to resurface, secrets buried deep threaten to unravel everything Maya built. And when Jason—the man Maya swore never to see again—sends a message, the truth turns into a weapon. Now two men claim a right to the child. But only one holds the truth. In a story of betrayal, forgiveness, and the love that survives the wreckage, Maya must choose between rewriting the past—or protecting her future. Because sometimes, love isn’t how far your arms can reach. It’s how much you're willing to lose to hold on. ---

One night, Kanna lost everything—his home, his mother, and his innocence. Left with only a letter… and a name. Ryan. Deson Pharmaceuticals. From the ashes of grief, a storm is born. He will find them. He will make them pay. This is not a story of survival. This is a story of vengeance.

"Why can't u be more like ur brother?" That sentence followed Eliana everywhere at the dinner table, in report cards, in whispered comparisons she pretended not to hear. She tried. She failed. And slowly, the light inside her began to dim. In a world where worth is weighed against someone else's perfection, Eliana begins to drown in silence until a boy with a quiet past and louder heart starts to notice the cracks. But healing isn't easy when the people meant to love you the most are the ones who broke you. This is a story of pain, pressure, and the hidden battle so many silently face Because not all wounds are visible, and not every hero wears armor.

A forbidden love story between a boy and the two men who raised him. They adopted me when I was sixteen. A powerful CEO and his gentle husband—Lucien Blackwood and Asher Vale. A perfect couple. A perfect home. They gave me everything: love, safety, and a place to belong. I thought I was just their family… But now I’m nineteen. And the way they look at me isn’t the same. Lucien’s eyes burn like fire. Asher’s touch lingers too long. They both want me. And the scariest part? I don’t know who I want more. Dear Reader, This is not just a love story. It’s about the kind of love that isn’t supposed to happen... but does. About longing, warmth, confusion—and desire that grows quietly in the dark. If you’ve ever wanted to be someone’s everything... This story is for you. – With love, Meowly

When Park Minho inherits his father's failing mobile phone company, he discovers more than just mounting debts and corrupt relatives. Armed with mysterious knowledge from another life and a system that defies explanation, he must navigate the cutthroat world of Korean technology while dark family secrets threaten to destroy everything. As returns flood in and bankruptcy looms, Minho faces an impossible choice: save the company using unconventional methods that could expose his secret, or watch his father's legacy crumble. But in Seoul's ruthless business landscape, some enemies lurk closer than expected, and the price of success might be higher than he ever imagined. Time is running out.

They say that the natural elements are the strongest .......... BUT I don't think so ............ I believe that the person who can control it all is the only almighty the strongest .......................

Elian thought Solaris Institute would be a new start. A place to study, to forget the past, to learn more about the White King’s Curse that haunted his childhood. He was wrong. Students go missing. The city keeps secrets. And after one night changes everything, Elian becomes one of the hunted — a Verae, cursed and marked. Now he’s being chased by the ICU, a brutal force that calls itself protection but acts more like a quiet death squad. Ravi, his roommate, is the son of a count. Tari, quiet and careful, hides pain behind silence. Together, they try to make sense of a city that punishes truth. But when Elian is dragged into a war he doesn’t understand — between Veraes, the empire, and a girl who once manipulated him into becoming what he is — he has to choose: His human belief Or become the monster they’re afraid of.

Isaiah's eyes locked onto mine, his gaze burning with intensity. “You’ll be mine Aurélia,” he whispered, his voice low and husky. “You won't escape me, my little pony.” Before I could react, Isaiah pulled me close, his hand wrapping around my waist. His lips crashed onto mine, sending shivers down my spine. The kiss was fierce, passionate, and all consuming a French kiss that left me breathless. I hated Isaiah for his arrogance, but his bad boy charm was undeniable. His touch ignited a fire within me, drawing me into his web of desire. I couldn't resist his romance no matter how hard I tried. Isaiah's eyes seemed to melt my resolve, his words touching my heart. “I fell for you at first sight,” he whispered. “Your eyes, your beauty, your kindness... you're mine Aurélia.” His possessiveness should have scared me, but instead, it sent a thrill through my veins. “You won't be able to run away from me,” Isaiah whispered, his breath hot against my skin. “You’ll always be mine.” I knew I should resist, but his touch was addictive. I couldn't deny the sparks flying between us, or the way my heart skipped a beat when he held me close.

I shouldn’t be here. I should’ve turned back the second the door clicked shut behind me. But he was already walking toward me,slow, shirtless, sweatpants riding low on his hips, hair messy from practice. And when he looked at me like that? Like I was the meal and he was done playing nice? My thighs clenched before he even touched me. “You need something, baby girl?” He knew what he was doing. He always did. I opened my mouth, but all I managed was a breathy, “I can’t sleep.” His grin? Wicked. “Don’t worry.” He stepped in close, fingers slipping under the hem of my sleep shirt. “I’ll wear you out.” ~~~~~~~~~~~ He wrapped his hand around my throat whispering, “You shouldn’t want this, but you do.” He’s my stepbrother. The golden boy basketball star with too much charm, too many abs, and no sense of personal space. He walks around shirtless like he doesn’t know what it does to me. Sleeps in my bed like it’s his. Steals my favorite hoodie just to say I smell like his. And the worst part? He falls first. He falls hard. And then he starts chasing. I try to say no. Try to tell myself it’s wrong. But when he pins me to the wall, when he whispers filth in my ear with those hands sliding under my dress… I forget every reason we’re supposed to stop. Because he doesn’t kiss like a brother. He kisses like a man who wants to ruin me,and leave the bruises to prove it. He’s not the villain. But he’s not the hero either. He’s just the gift fate left in my house… And I’m the girl too weak to give him back. You can’t spell stepbrother without sin. And I’ve already committed every one.

Jumpers have the abilities to jump into other bodies and can do whatever they want without knowing it. Jean, sixteen years old, was having fun until he met Anastasia. Together they are on the hunt for other Jumpers. They discover dark secrets, have high obstacles and also save the world. What else will happen?