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He was invisible. Not because the world couldn’t see him, but because no one cared to look. Bullied, isolated, and drowning in his own thoughts, he wandered through life feeling like a ghost—trapped in a reality where every day felt the same, where hope was nothing but a forgotten word. Until she appeared. She wasn’t a hero, nor did she try to save him. But in her presence, the world felt a little less cruel. She saw the storm inside him, the pain he never spoke of, and instead of turning away like everyone else—she stayed. Through laughter, quiet conversations, and moments that felt too small to matter but somehow changed everything, she became the only light in his endless night. But life isn’t a fairytale, and even the brightest lights can flicker. As he fights his own demons, a mysterious place begins calling to him, a world beyond reality where truth and illusion blur. There, he finds something—or someone—that might change his fate forever. This is a story about pain and healing, love and loss, battles seen and unseen. A story about the weight of silence, the power of a single voice, and the question that lingers in every broken soul: "What if I’m not meant to be saved?" And the answer that only one person can give: "Then I’ll stay, even when you can’t save yourself."

Stories of Dracula, the crimson king. Something different from what have been told. The dream returned again, thick with fog and the stench of old blood. Elara stood barefoot on blackened soil, surrounded by whispering shadows. A voice echoed through the mist — ancient, intimate. “Izolda…” She didn’t recognize the name, yet it struck something buried deep, like a cracked bell in her bones. She woke before dawn, heart pounding. Behind her ear, blood trickled from a place no wound should be. She dabbed it with trembling fingers and stared at the smear of red. It was the third time this month. At first, she told herself it was stress. Nerves. Imagination. But when three monks arrived that morning cloaked in silence and dusk-colored robes, her doubts unraveled. “You’ve heard the Call,” the eldest said. “The Seal weakens.” They knew her name. They spoke of an order older than kings. And of a man — a monster — bound beneath soil and stone. Dracula. Elara’s blood remembered things her mind could not. And now, the past clawed its way forward — not as memory, but as prophecy.

In her first life, Primrose Vielle Illvaris thought the Lycan King hated her. He barely spoke to her, avoided her like the plague, and his people treated her as if she were invisible. After all, she wasn’t his choice, just a fate mate he never wanted. So when she met a tragic end, she welcomed death with open arms, hoping to step through the gates of heaven and spend her days running around the flower garden. But then … she was reborn. Thrown back to the past, right to the moment she was forced into their marriage, Primrose was determined to leave him before history could repeat itself. But just as she planned her escape, something strange happened— She could hear his thoughts. And they were nothing like his cold, distant behavior. 【My wife is so beautiful today … But if I look at her, I won’t be able to let go.】 【I'm a beast, I'm a monster, I don't deserve my wife ....】 Primrose almost choked on air. Wait—what?! The more she listened, the more shocking the truth became— HE WAS OBSESSED WITH HER. Every time she was near, his thoughts screamed: "MINE." "MATE." "MY WIFE IS MAD AT ME! I DESERVE TO DIE!!" Excuse me?! Since when did the cold, untouchable Lycan King turn into this pathetic lovesick fool?! ———— Follow my IG @Zenanicher Commission cover by Laylee

After her family’s powerful corporation collapsed, Isabelle Munro was left with nothing and no one. She hadn’t spoken to her sister Charlotte in years. Then the announcement was made, stating that Charlotte Munro was dead. Her orphaned twins were being sent to Isabelle, along with one final instruction: “You must marry Reign Kraus to understand who killed me. I love you… -Charlotte.” Reign was their family’s enemy. So cold, calculated, and impossible to read. He gave no explanation, simply agreed to the marriage without hesitation. Isabelle didn’t know why she was the one marrying him, or what her sister had been trying to protect. To her surprise, the twins spoke to each other freely when they thought no one could understand. But Isabelle could hear them. And the things they said didn’t make sense. Not yet… One thing became clear: Charlotte's death wasn't accidental. Her killer was free, and Reign Kraus had something to do with it. 

Jumping From World to the world: Intergalactic or Urban, World of Cultivation or Continent of Magic, Fighting other protagonists, hooking with beautiful heroines, plundering treasures, and suppressing a myriad of people, Our Protagonist(Villain) can do it all. After living an ordinary life for years, a man finally got transmigrated to another world. He woke up in the body of a boy named Jun Tianyun. " A world which got its own protagonists and villains, am I just a side character?" Jun Tianyun mumbled. Thankfully, he activated Heaven's Fortune System. " Jun Tianyun! You crippled my power and stole my wife! You villain! You will be punished by heaven!" A protagonist screamed as he coughed a mouthful of blood. " I didn't do anything. It was your fate!" Jun Tianyun explained kindly. " Brother Jun! Because of you, I am still alive and living a normal life with my wife and two children. You are a saint!" A villain spoke with an emotional voice. " I didn't do anything. You earned your chance of redemption." Jun Tianyun sighed. [ Ding! A female with high Destiny Point is detected! Whether Host wants to steal her destiny or conquer the heroine?] " This..." Jun Tianyun fell in dillema. " Sigh, Changing the fate, So burdensome." Jun Tianyun sighed as he saw a bunch of heroines fighting for him. .....................................................................................................................................

They say money can't buy happiness. But for her, it bought everything-except the life she lost. All her life, Andi Navarro believed one thing: Money solves everything. Maybe that's what growing up poor does to a person-when every meal is uncertain, when every dream feels too expensive, and when love is the only thing you have left. But then one night, everything crumbles. A tragic car crash takes her parents. And just when she thought things couldn't get worse, an old man shows up at their funeral claiming to be her grandfather-the same man her mother never spoke of. Turns out, her mother was an heir to a billion-dollar empire-before she ran away with a poor mechanic and chose love over legacy. Now, Andi is left with two younger siblings, a luxurious mansion, and millions of dollars wired to her bank account overnight. At seventeen, she's no longer just a poor girl trying to survive. She's an heiress, a sister, and the new face of a bloodline she barely knows. And with great wealth comes whispers, power plays, and vultures in designer clothes. But Andi Navarro isn't here to be eaten alive. She's here to win. Because in her world, money can buy loyalty. Money can buy silence. And most of all, money can buy her a new beginning. Even if it costs her everything.

Opening her eyes, she becomes the eldest daughter of the Great General of Liuyin Kingdom. She is the modern girl that transmigrated into a world that only respects the strong. Bullied by her cousins... Broken engagement... She did not care about all of that. Her motto is inspired by one of her favourite anime, Hyouka: "If I don't have to do it, I won't. If I have to do it, I'll make it quick." "You already come into this Lord's hug. Don't you dare to run?" A Lord threatens her. "Do you think I'm scared of you? You can keep dreaming." She spoke back. She just wants to have a peaceful life, however, can she has it? Author Note: - The cover image for this novel credit goes to its creator. I just only edit it -Please check my other novel as well: Reborn: Space Intelligent Woman

… “Is something wrong?” He sighed. He stayed quiet for a few seconds before he spoke. “I don’t think we should continue this partnership.” His tone sent chills down my spine.  “What do you mean?” I questioned. “Your feelings,” he said ‘feelings’ like the word disgusted him, “have changed and it no longer aligns with the agenda.” “How dare you? Who gave you information that helped get your company back from the Gulfs? Who was it that kept feeding you information about the Gulfs businesses. It was me.” I yelled, my tone no longer friendly.  I’d met Gabriel when he had recently lost his company to Christian. He was at the brink of bankruptcy and Christian had made him an offer he couldn’t refuse. He’d been stupid enough to sign a contract without reading it because he was desperate, and ended up losing more than they’d originally agreed. “Now that you have your precious company back and some shares in the Gulf enterprise you think you can dump me with a stupid excuse like our motives no longer align? Don’t you fucking dare. I own you.” I shook with rage, ending the call before he had a chance to reply to me. My rage immediately became fear when I turned around and saw Christian standing by the door in my room. “So you did take me up on my offer.” He was smiling, and the contrast in his words and demeanor only made me more afraid. 

In a world where strength defines destiny, a powerless boy once dreamed of becoming a hero. But dreams don't save you from reality. Bullied, weak, and forgotten, Noah Calden met his end not in an accident — but in betrayal, blood, and silence. Shot by the very authorities he once admired, gunned down while cradling the lifeless body of the girl he couldn’t save… he died a villain in a world that never gave him a chance.Yet instead of death, a golden circle flared beneath him, pulling him into a new world… a realm of magic, heroes, and destiny. In this world, heroes are ranked from the lowly Talkers to the elite Seekers. Talkers are support roles—meant to boost morale, cast minor buffs, and cheer from the sidelines. Mocked. Stigmatized. Powerless. Noah was branded a Talker. A joke. Trash. But what no one knew… was that he alone possessed a forbidden gift. He awakens a Lexomancer system and he's now called a Lexomancer. A power that should not belong to a Talker. A power that should not exist. A magic so absolute, his words shape reality itself. Say burn—and you ignite. Say vanish—and you’re gone. His voice isn’t support. It’s a command. Now reborn as Velian Vox, the last Talker and the bearer of this lost magic, he must navigate a world that fears what it does not understand. With whispers of ancient wars, sealed truths, and gods who once spoke the world into being, Velian’s power may hold the key to balance… or ruin. But as mysteries unfold and enemies close in, one truth becomes clear: With great power comes great consequence. And when the world listens to your every word… you must choose each one carefully. Let the world hear his voice. Even if it trembles when it does.

She woke up in a creaky mountain hut — body aching, mind blank. No memories. No name. No clue how she ended up in a tiny village where spirit rabbits chewed on her boots and someone left dry cabbage hanging from the ceiling. All she knew was this: This body belonged to a poor, orphaned child. And now… it belonged to her. Before she could panic, the door opened. A man stepped inside. Young-looking. Elegant. A sword resting easily at his hip. His long robes shimmered with faint spiritual light, and his presence made the air feel… heavy. Old. But he didn’t speak like a warrior. He spoke like someone trying not to cry. “Child… I finally found you,” he said, his voice soft and careful. “I’m your great-great-grandfather.” “…HUH?!” Turns out, Yan Zhenwu wasn’t born a legend. He was once a mortal swordsman, wandering the world barefoot and broke. In his early years, he met a woman. Shared one quiet night beneath the stars. And moved on, never knowing he’d left behind a child. He never found out. Not until decades — centuries — later, when a letter reached him. The parchment was old. The ink faded. It came from his granddaughter. She’s alone now. Please… come find her. By then, Yan Zhenwu had already cultivated into someone feared and revered across the land. But titles and power meant nothing compared to that final request. Now, with a heart full of guilt and a radish basket full of awkward love, he’s come to find the last of his bloodline — a great-great-granddaughter with no memories, no spiritual roots, and no idea how to survive in a world filled with spiritual energy, cultivation, and danger.

Jack was a misfit on Earth — a man who worked dozens of jobs but never found a place to belong. One night, he closed his eyes expecting another dead-end morning... and woke up in a mansion, in a kingdom at war, with a name he didn’t recognize — but a life already in ruins. Everyone hated him. Even the servants spat when he walked by. His wife? The kingdom’s top general, Elsa, who hadn’t seen him in five years and only married him due to a scandal neither of them chose. His children? Barely spoke to him. The court? Mocked him with every breath. Stripped of dignity, drowned in debt, and carrying the sins of a man he can’t remember being — Jack makes a vow: "I won’t beg for love. I won’t chase after what’s lost. But I will become someone I can respect — even if no one else ever does." But fate is not done with him. What begins as survival soon becomes revolution — one potato, one broken town, one daughter’s letter at a time. As Jack rises through impossible trials, even the kingdom’s seers whisper: "A man fated to be discarded may yet become the axis of the empire." A silent war brews at court. A prophecy looms over his children. And his estranged wife fights battles for a future Jack doesn’t even know he’s part of… In a world where everyone remembers the man he was, can Jack rewrite the story of who he’ll become?

One by one, the bodies fell. The mask opened and fed on them all, while a nauseating heat spread through his guts. A cascade of notifications appeared: [30 blood points acquired.] [Demonic wolf abilities obtained.] [Mission completed. Progress: 10/4.] [Skill acquired: Night Vision Level 1.] [Skill acquired: Regeneration Level 1.] [Skill acquired: Super Hearing Level 1.] Josuke breathed hard, hands shaking. —Good…— he gasped —At least… I got something… The system updated with a metallic chime: [Mission complete. Congratulations, host. Please review your statistics.] A red floating panel opened, displaying a skill tree full of gray icons and a few pulsing in red. —This is… like a damn videogame— he whispered bitterly. He glanced down to the stats section: Strength: Level 40 Speed: Level 40 Endurance: Level 40 Attack: Level 50 —My attack… ten points higher…— he murmured in a thin voice. The system spoke in a neutral tone: [BLOOD SYSTEM]: You may use the 190 blood points acquired to increase attributes.

Lin Yun, 36 years old, a widower, a mid-level manager in a private enterprise, is a single father, who has recently felt that he is encountering a mid-life crisis. Professionally, he faced adversity; domestically, he was in a cold war with his 14-year-old daughter; physically, he suffered from periarthritis and spoke daily of his agony. In the past few days, he had also uncovered a secret — his daughter was being a "Magic" girl. With the body of a young maiden, she battled extraordinary monsters and protected the city from attacks — this is the common perception of a "Magic" girl. But he was very aware that being a "Magic" girl came with life-threatening dangers. Should he stop her, or respect his daughter’s choice and find other ways to protect her? Gazing at the Heart Flower in his wardrobe, now covered in dust, Lin Yun, the former "Magic" girl who retired 19 years ago, was facing the third major decision of his life.

Alternate Title: Stray: Beyond The Pale Gates Katsunori’s life was defined by distance—emotional, social, even spatial. A quiet, talented kid with too many ghosts in his house and not enough room in his chest to name them all. He didn’t want to be special. Just seen. Just remembered by someone who wouldn’t leave. But the world moved on without him. The people closest faded first—his father, his best friend, even the girl who used to squeeze his hand without asking. He became background noise in his own life. And then came the alley. The flickering light. The copy of his face waiting at the end of it. The last thing he felt was the ground tilting. Not falling—just… folding. When he woke, his name was gone. His body wasn’t his. And the world didn’t want him. They called him Stray. He was not summoned. Not chosen. Just dropped—into a world built on forgetting, where memory itself could kill, and the only person who didn’t flinch was a girl named Morana who spoke like death but watched like a mirror. WHAT TO EXPECT: A protagonist who survives by remembering what should have broken him. Memory as magic. Memory as weapon. Memory as identity. Monsters born from thought. Worlds stitched from emotion. Slow-burn tension, cosmic scars, and grief that bites back. Psychological warfare, emotional anchors, and a scythe forged from love and pain. The long walk toward a name. And the harder truth of earning it.

She was cold in chat. But when they met, her silence spoke louder than words. Nayla is the kind of girl who leaves your message unread, not because she doesn’t care, but because she doesn’t know how to care in a way that fits inside a blue bubble. Raka, a warm and extroverted guy, falls for Nayla’s quiet presence. But as their connection grows, so does his confusion. How do you hold on to someone who disappears every time the screen lights up? This is not a story of grand declarations. It’s about pauses, glances, and the kind of love that lingers in silence. Cold on Screen, Warm in Real Life is a slow-burn urban romance about learning to speak each other’s language even when one is made of noise and the other of quiet.

Chase was born with no name worth remembering. No house to claim, no banner to carry—only the frail warmth of a dying father and the legend of a mother who vanished the night he first opened his eyes. And yet, in the quiet hours between sickness and sleep, his father still spoke of her as if she were something more than mortal—an echo of divinity itself, cloaked in mystery and sorrow. Years passed. Seasons came and went. And the boy grew beneath a roof of cracked timbers, with no fortune but the stories of the woman he would never know. But destiny has no need of crowns or titles. The story begins not in triumph, but in ruin—on a night when Chase wakes to the scent of scorched embers, the cries of a village being torn apart, and the first taste of the chaos that would one day carry his name across the world. For on that night, as the flames devoured everything he had ever loved, a boy was born.

This red dragon came from the vast wilderness, coveting all the powers of the world. He has held countless titles: Mountain Fury, Purgatorial Calamity, Red Emperor, Ember Dragon… The world trembles under the shadow of the great dragon. He ignited the surge of the magical industrial revolution. In the empire he established, wyverns roar, cannon fire resounds, steel behemoths appear in the sky and on the earth, and disasters from other worlds run rampant. “Submit, or die.” Cassius spread his sky-shading wings, looking down upon the trembling humans, elves, and dwarves beneath him, and spoke thus. ……… A story of a red dragon with a built-in player template conquering, ruling, and transforming another world. (Pseudo D&D, Fourth Catastrophe, Red Dragon)

"Have you heard of him?" A small boy tugged at a woman's skirt, his tiny finger pointing at the large portrait of a man clad in a minister’s robe. "Shhh! Don’t say its name!" The woman hushed him, glancing around anxiously. She knew the boy was only curious about the drawing, yet the inscription beside it spoke of someone else entirely. Still, the credit had been given to the man in the portrait. "Why?" "We just... don’t say it." "Are you talking about The Next General?" A man dressed as a scholar interjected, inserting himself into the conversation. "Everyone is talking about it. After a hundred years, it has returned. I can't decide whether that fills me with hope or dread." His words were meant to impress, to showcase his knowledge, but the woman only tightened her grip on the boy, scooped him up, and hurried away like a hunted animal sensing danger. The scholar let out a single sharp laugh. "A chaotic rhythm… and marvellously extraordinary times are upon us," he murmured, before turning and walking away. --- Disclaimer This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and events are either the product of the author's imagination or used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or to real events is purely coincidental. The views and opinions expressed by the characters do not necessarily reflect those of the author. This book contains content that may not be suitable for all audiences. Reader discretion is advised. ------- Author-Sama is here with another one, been planning this for quite a while but laziness and procrastination keeps holding me down but now I am free. Here is another exciting historical novel, please enjoy.

What happens when the ruthless CEO in the business world is forced to get married to a woman by the name, Rayna Dawson, just because she had saved his grandfather's life? Alexander Black, the cold and ruthless CEO in the business world is forced to marry the woman who saved his grandfather's life. He had promised himself never to get tangled up with women again, because they only brought problems. Along the line, he had to accept the marriage but promised himself not get involved with her and not to get close to her and most importantly.. not to fall in love with her. But what happens when he starts to break all the promises he made to himself and starts to fall for her? He realizes later that her family and his family were enemies? Will he love her regardless? Or end their marriage because of their family fued? ************ "How did you seduce my grandfather?" Alexander asked the woman in front of him coldly. Rayna looked at the man in disbelief as if he had sprouted two heads. Was he okay? "I am curious to know how you got him to force me to marry you. What kind of seductive maneuvers did you use on him?" Alexander asked again. "I don't have any idea about what you are talking about, if you would excuse me." Rayna said and was about leaving when a hand grabbed her wrist and pulled her back. She crashed into the man's chest, his scent invading her nostrils and his breath fanned her ears as he spoke. "You don't get to walk out on me!" ******** Follow the exciting story of Alexander and Rayna as they navigate around their relationship!

A mysterious young girl, always wearing a white mask, appeared whenever the police were stuck. She solved cases no one could. She never stayed long. She never spoke much. But every time, she helped the police... and vanished before they could ask who she was. Who is she? Why does she help? And what is she hiding behind that mask?

Her back slammed against the wall, the breath caught in her throat. Before she could say anything, Zayne's body held hers in place, one hand on her jaw, the other around her waist like a vice. His breath was hot against her lips, but his eyes—dark, hungry, and merciless—spoke of sin. "You keep running, Inspector," he growled, in a deep low sinful voice. "But I will always find you. And when I do..." His tongue brushed her earlobe, slow and deliberate, vibrating against her skin. "I don't just want to hear you plead for mercy. I want to ruin you." Priya's breath caught. He smirked against her skin, sensing the way she trembled below him. "I'll have you gasping for my name, your legs shaking, your nails digging into my back. Not once. Not twice. Until you forget you ever hated me." She tried to shove him off her, but her hands betrayed her, curling into his shirt instead. "I'll make you feel it," he whispered, even softer. "Every inch of me... inside you... claiming you. Till you forget the badge. Forget the pride. Forget the pain." "Zayne--" she breathed. “You’ll scream,” he whispered, biting her lower lip. “Not from fear. Not from pain. But because I’ll make you scream like I own you.” “And you’ll love every second of it.”

In later times, whenever people spoke of that galaxy, they would always mention its guardian—and the identity of the guardian’s descendant, the so-called “Devourer.” But all of it began in the distant past, in an era of chaos when the inhabitants of the planet were still at war with one another, a time when an ancient catastrophe seemed to be returning—when a young girl forged a pact with the one who would one day become the guardian. Additional tags: #War #military #Power struggle #slowburn #romance #Monster #Lost civilization

In the realm of Gaffe, where sunset hues of crimson and gold danced across the sky, four vast continents sprawled, each boasting distinct landscapes and climates. The realm's 20% landmass was a tapestry of diversity, contrasted by the remaining 80% of turbulent oceans. Legends whispered among the people spoke of ancient relics hidden across the realm, waiting to be unearthed. These artifacts were said to hold immense power, fueling the dreams of many. for more details and illustration join me in telegram . https://t.me/ataleoflegacy

An entity that views every world nor universe they visit on a 3rd person perspective. Always the passerby in life watching and observing on the sideline, sometimes they were called melon eaters watching the show between a protagonist versus the antagonist and lastly, they don’t care above anything except the safety of each member of their racial race. The old primordial creator asks the man, why not take my position and manage the whole upper origin plane. The male replied I refuse why asks me an individual with deteriorated emotions, do you think I can do it because I’m stronger than you? Shrugging his shoulder facing the old one, I’m just a high human that throws everything he had to achieve what I’m now. The old one heard his reason and spoke. Then I will not force you, you and your two sisters can stay in any universe here in origin plane. Lastly, should I still call your race high human that exceed the level of primordial realm “Tier 15” but didn’t step on the unknown realm? Without thinking he just responded directly like a joke, just call us bystander. #TryingToMakeANovel #1stTime

Summer Bellani had everything—wealth, power, beauty, and a love she believed unbreakable. As the cherished daughter of the Bellani family, she lived a golden life in Italy under the adoring gaze of her four influential brothers and a fiancé who once called her his world. But it all shattered the day her father returned with a secret daughter and placed her into their home like an honored guest. That daughter—Ciara—smiled sweetly, spoke gently, and stole everything. Betrayed, isolated, and slowly poisoned to death, Summer died with hate in her heart and blood on her lips. But fate gave her another chance. Now reborn to the time before her destruction, Summer is no longer the naive socialite people remember. With sharp instincts, a deadly calm, and the aid of Sham Sham—a mysterious system bound to her mother’s ancient artifact—Summer sets out not just to reclaim what was hers… but to ruin those who dared strip her of it. Armed with beauty, brains, and her newfound bond with the ruthless stock market and cutthroat business world, she weaves herself into entertainment scandals, backroom boardroom deals, and the darkest layers of power. What she doesn’t expect is him—the paranoid, emotionally-walled male lead who sees through lies but is haunted by his own demons. As their worlds collide in a slow-burning war of obsession and mistrust, Summer realizes that love may not be the weakness it once was... but a weapon. Betrayal was her past. Domination is her future.

He wasn’t the strongest. He wasn’t the fastest. And no—he wasn’t born chosen. His name was Kamanuzzaman, and if history remembers him, it will not be because of fate. It will be because he broke it. He grew up watching the same loop: the powerful rising, the powerless repeating. Justice postponed. Mistakes recycled. Hope dangled like bait in front of those too tired to question. Some called it society. Others called it balance. He called it a curse with a pretty name. The world doesn’t need heroes. It needs a malfunction. If history is a wheel, then he will be the stone in its spokes. He was quiet at first. Observant. The kind of boy who never spoke in class, but always knew the answer. They thought he was harmless. Until the patterns started to make sense to him. And when patterns make sense, so do their weaknesses. He didn’t want to save the world. He wanted to change the rules it played by. Not to become a god. Just to stop being a pawn. They fear being wrong. HE fear being right—because it means this system works as intended.” There’s a legend passed down in his world, from a philosopher named Sir Faiyaz Hasan, a man who once whispered: All truths rot into rules. And all rules become prisons. Kamanuzzaman listened. He listened too deeply. Until silence itself began to echo. They called him mad, but he was just more awake than they could bear. This is not a story of light versus dark. There are no heroes here. No villains. Only recursion… and the boy who defied it. This is the story of The Hollow Resonance— The moment when an ordinary boy refused to live inside a repeating answer, and chose to become the error in the equation. He don’t want to live forever. he want to live once—and make it impossible to forget.

"We all have a dark side, the difference is whether we choose to face it or hide from it." - Unknown The story follows a young girl, Selene, who's running through the woods as if something or someone is chasing her. She feels trapped, and her only solution seems to be taking her own life by jumping into the river. However, just as she is about to succumb to the water's depths, she is unexpectedly rescued by someone with great powers. Her eyes blurry, but she could still see the tall man standing over her. She felt his angry but calm aura as he spoke, "You're not supposed to die. You're the one, as the prophecy goes. The one." Accompanying her on this perilous journey is a mysterious and powerful guardian who has been tasked with keeping her safe as she learns about herself, about life, and that the fate of this world rests on her shoulder. Selene and her guardian grow closer with time. However, he knows that their love is forbidden, as the guardian's duty is to protect her, not fall in love with her.

An old saying goes that silence, when words are needed, can cut sharper than a sword. What remains when you realize you've lost what you loved most, simply because you never spoke what truly lay in your heart? Everything I Never Told You is a Chinese drama set in Shanghai, where love, pain, and forgiveness are given a second chance. Two lives that once intertwined now stand amidst the ruins of their past. Amid misunderstandings, broken promises, and unresolved feelings, they struggle to find their way back to each other – or to finally let go.

(key elements of this book: supernatural abilities, kingdom building, friendship, territory and people management, slight romance but nothing crazy) Skye’s eyes took a moment to adjust to the bright light of a sun peaking through the sticks that didn’t burn his skin in an instant. The wind blowing between the trees carried no sand or toxins in their breeze. The floating orb above him spoke bluntly yet Skye paid him no mind. It’s words a mumbled mix of nonsense, Skye struggled to latch on to anything important. Something about their god dying, needing to form a team, building a society that can withstand the others. Blah blah blah. It was too early to hear it all again. Skye groaned and detatched himself from the roots connected to his nervous system. The energy they helped him absorb over night was going to be put to good use. He pushed himself up and grabbed Thorn, his trusted spear, and opened the makeshift door to his tent, letting the fresh air rush in. Stepping out he said “Alright. Another day of trying to survive and not becoming dinner for some weird flat face freak.” He gave his body a stretch with his spear raised above his head with both hands, feeling a pop in his back from sleeping on the ground. “Oph, and maybe find something softer to sleep on.” His minions danced along with his words. their petals fluttering in agreement. The bodies of a few monsters with chunks blown out of their sides lay scattered around them. Today was going to be a good day.

~•No Escape•~ "Are you running away from me, my sweet girl" spoke a voice in the hallway that made her stop in her tracks. The hallway had turned dark with only the wall lamps that burned brightly casting the shadow of the man on the floor as he slowly emerged from the other end. "What are you doing here, your majesty," She said and bowed immediately as she saw him approach her with slow but steady steps. "You haven't answered me, sweet" The man said with a sweet smile that made her wary and he heard the way her heart skipped a beat. He stood before her and used his index finger to raise her chin. He tilted his head as he gazed into her green eyes that looked back at him with fear. He took a step forward closing the distance between them and his eyes narrowed when she took a step back, but that didn't stop him from cornering her. "Did you think you can escape from me?" He continued to question and she didn't miss the mockery behind his words. "I…I" she felt her words tied to her tongue because of the man's daunting aura. She felt him trace her forehead with his finger down to her jaw. He continued moving his hand down to her neck and to the top of her swell and her thudding heart hitched when his hand continued to stay there. "Did you think you can escape from me?" He bent towards her as he spoke. His breath fell on her neck which sent a jolt that traveled down her body. "I told you, you're tied to me and me to you" _______________________ Perdita Kartar was a winsome yet strange young lady. She had an appealing beauty with her green eyes that invoked and impelled anyone who gazed into them. She had fooled her villagers so she could live and protect herself and her remaining family from the night creatures and also humans. But what was bizarre of all, was that Perdita had a secret she shared with no one. She had lived in the village since she was little, and over the years, she had been discreet with each move she made. Unfortunately, things didn't go as she planned. Despite her cautious decorum and fight to stay out of sight, a pair of glacial red eyes falls on her, which followed and refused to leave her out of sight.