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*Roman historique fantastique à déroulement lent* Elise s'apprêtait à enfiler la robe qui était posée sur le coin de son lit lorsqu'elle entendit frapper à sa porte. Curieuse, elle tourna la poignée et se retrouva face à un grand homme qui la dominait. « Maître Ian ! » s'exclama-t-elle. Ian sourit avec le sourire espiègle habituel qu'il affichait toujours. Ses yeux cramoisis balayèrent brièvement sa chambre et s'arrêtèrent sur la robe noire posée sur son lit, puis se déplacèrent sur la femme qui se tenait devant lui. Il fit un pas en avant et demanda. « Où as-tu trouvé cette robe ? » « Monsieur Harland me l'a offerte », répondit Elise en tendant le cou pour voir les sourcils de Ian se froncer avec élégance. « Sais-tu pourquoi un homme aime offrir une robe à une femme ? » Il lui posa l'énigme à laquelle elle devait toujours réfléchir à deux fois avant de répondre. Mais cette fois, elle ne trouva pas de réponse et se contenta de secouer la tête. « Je ne sais pas. » Son sourire devint ensorcelant, comme si quelque chose s'était remué au plus profond des yeux écarlates qu'il avait. Il glissa lentement sa main sur le col de sa robe, envoyant un frisson glacial qui la surprit un instant à cause de sa température glacée. Après avoir défait les deux premiers boutons de son col, il inclina la tête vers le bas, murmurant à son oreille. « Parce qu'ils veulent être celui qui déshabille l'étoffe. » Il marqua une pause et embrassa son cou, faisant rougir la peau pâle avant de se rétracter pour fixer son regard sur elle et répondit avec nonchalance. « Malheureusement, tu ne peux pas porter la robe là-bas avec ça. » Il rit et tendit une boîte dans sa main. « Et la bonne nouvelle, c'est que je t'ai préparé une robe. » Elise était une petite fille maudite qui pouvait voir les fantômes. Sa famille la détestait et la rejetait d'une famille adoptive à l'autre. Cependant, le malheur n'agissait pas seul. Lorsqu'elle fut élevée par sa tante, elle fut vendue comme esclave. Lorsqu'elle crut qu'elle ne deviendrait rien d'autre qu'un sacrifice pour le sorcier, elle fut sauvée par un homme dont l'identité était bien différente de celle d'un être mythique normal. *** Ce livre est ORIGINAL et il ne s'agit pas d'une traduction Rejoignez le discord de l'auteur : https://discord.gg/YPKueb4

The battlefield was silent. The embers of war had long since faded, leaving only scorched earth and broken bodies in their wake. In the heart of it all, a man stood with a blade buried deep in his chest, his dark heart impaled. His breath was shallow, his gaze distant, as if staring beyond the veil of this world. Kezess—once a ruler, once a tyrant, once a man who had brought nothing but ruin. Now, his story was over. Or so it should have been. Reborn in a fractured empire, Raizen Helios walks a path shaped by memories of a life long past. No longer the monster that once stood above all, he now fights for something beyond himself. His family, his people, the fleeting peace that could crumble at any moment. But the past is never truly buried. Whispers of old grudges, schemes woven in the shadows, and enemies waiting for the right moment to strike—history threatens to repeat itself. And when war comes again, when the abyss calls for another sacrifice, Raizen will have to decide. Will he fall once more? Or will he finally break free?

Welcome to Eteliria, the Kingdom above the floating clouds. Let us push open the Gateway, pick up our staffs, and the adventure will begin from here— Through the hills of clouds and seas, like floating grass, the shallow rivers gleam; Across the meadows flowing with gold and honey, filled with laughter, beneath Rodell's cottages, a gentle song drifts. Through Egon's ancient forests, where dark vines grow rampant and whispers linger; Over ridges and between Chongshan peaks, shadows stir in the Underground World, danger lurks at every turn, and swords reflect light. The tale of a boy chasing his dreams, above the sky and cloud ridges, the Giant Dragon's Shadow, soaring with outstretched wings. And after time has been sealed away, the hearth fire still burns bright.

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Sold by her father, Bella short for Arabella, was forced to live a life as a slave that would entertain the guests of the castle. The job of slaves were merely to be humiliated and to have as feast once they became a boring creature toward the guests. Arabella with her fierce attitude had only caused more trouble than good, although that helped her from being feasted by the vampires until her body dried up, the vampires also enjoy in harming her, toying with her, hoping to see that one day she would break. However she had caught the wrong attention by those crimson gaze, eventually being the toy of the one and only Mad Crown Prince of Versailles. Eventually this interest only cause her to be more tangled by the twisted and thorny battle for the Throne. Will eventually Bella concede and accept the Mad crown prince? Or will she finally succeed in running away from his grasp. Why her? *** excerpt*** Arabella felt her wrists stung as the shackle around her wrist jingled from the sudden pull. She then met with the icy red eyes that brood down upon her appearance, drinking into every inch of her figure as if he was studying her, even to how those breaths escaped her lips. "I thought we had bonded over the days we have spent together, Bella," he sang, his bright scarlet eyes betraying the singing tone he had used as it had grown so dark and filled with anger. "Yet you left so quickly as soon as I opened the castle gate." Bella gritted her teeth, her eyes glaring at him as she defiantly shook his hand off her face, "I can remind you if you have forgotten it, Your Majesty, I am kept here against my wish." Cassius' smile faded as he stared at her. The sudden pin-drop silence filled her nerves with tension as she found his smileless face the most terrifying sight. She had always known his fearsome side however, it felt scarier tonight. Bella tried to endure how loud her heart had raced against her chest, gathering her breaths together even though it remained shallow in his presence. "So cold," he muttered, his tone trying to tease her, but she could see the raw anger crossing his eyes. "You cannot run from me. Not after what we've done. Not after what you promised." Her heart faltered. She wasn't supposed to stay in this castle; she knew that the royal palace was filled with those vampire monsters who would kill for their desire, simply to have fun. She knew she should never give her heart to any of these monsters, and she had once believed she would never. But that was until Cassius came. She had made that promise because her heart had betrayed her, and she wished that she had never uttered that promise. Promises she had made to him on the call of love. Yet deep within her, a part of her still crave for him. "You're not the first one I have broken my promises with," she gritted her teeth and looked up at him, "I broke my promise the way you broke yours first, isn't it fair?" "Fair? Then was everything a lie, Arabella?" he murmured, his hands cupping her face, forcing her to meet his eyes. "You were mine the moment you entered my castle. And you will be mine until the very end." She gulped as his eyes shone underneath the moonlight, his gaze unforgiving over her, exposing his wild hunger. Her breath caught, her pulse quickening. "A human and a vampire should have never stayed together. They were all right." "I don't care," he spoke through his clenched jaw. "You're going to remain here by my side forever."

Kane staggered through the smoldering ruins of his kingdom, his vision swimming with blood and sweat. Every muscle screamed in protest, every step faltered, but the pain was a distant echo compared to the void in his chest. The imperial prince had razed it all—the palace, the people, everything Kane had ever known. His father’s stern voice, his mother’s gentle touch, the warriors who had once sworn to protect them—all silenced, their dying cries still ringing in his ears. But there was one person he couldn’t let go of. “Julia…” His voice rasped, barely audible over the crackling flames. His heart thudded unevenly as he lurched across the battlefield, the air thick with the stench of death. His sister had been his beacon in this crumbling world, the only one who saw strength in him despite his failings. He clung to a fragile hope that she might still be alive. That hope shattered when he found her. By the lake’s edge, where the water mirrored the flickering flames, Julia lay motionless on the cold earth. Kane’s breath caught, his legs giving out as he dropped to his knees beside her. Her golden hair, once radiant, was tangled with dirt and blood. Her pale skin was marred with bruises, her body exposed—stripped of the dignity she’d carried so effortlessly in life. The imperial prince hadn’t just taken her life; he’d handed her to his soldiers like a trophy, a final cruelty that twisted Kane’s grief into rage. “No… no…” His voice cracked, tears spilling down his ash-streaked face. With trembling hands, he tore off his own tattered shirt—the last remnant of the prince he’d once been. It wasn’t much, but he couldn’t leave her like this. Gently, he draped the fabric over her fragile form, shielding her from the world that had betrayed her. His fingers lingered on the cloth, as if he could somehow give her back the peace she deserved. “I’m sorry, Julia,” he whispered, his throat tight with sobs. “I wasn’t strong enough to protect you…” Guilt gnawed at him, sharper than the wounds seeping through his torn clothes. He had failed her, failed them all—his family, his kingdom, himself. What was left for him now? Ignoring the fire in his limbs, Kane clawed at the dirt with his bare hands, digging a shallow grave. Each handful of earth sent jolts of pain through his battered body, but he welcomed it. She deserved more than this—a proper burial, a monument—but this was all he could offer. As he laid her inside and covered her with soil, his vision blurred, his strength fading. His injuries were too deep, the vial of salve in his pocket too meager to save him. It could dull the pain, perhaps, but he didn’t want that. He didn’t deserve it. When the grave was finished, Kane collapsed beside it, his chest heaving with shallow breaths. Death hovered close, and he was ready to let it take him. Then, a glint of gold caught his eye. Something plumm

Jasmine Carter pressed her back against the cold stone wall, her breath shallow, her heart hammering violently in her chest. The dimly lit warehouse smelled of rust and old wood, the air thick with the scent of something far worse—blood. She barely dared to peek past the crates stacked beside her, their shadows swallowing her small frame. But the sounds... God, the sounds were enough to paint a vivid picture. Thud. A strangled cry followed—a raw, agonized sound that sent a shiver down her spine. Jasmine squeezed her eyes shut, willing herself to stay silent. How many times had she heard that already? A weak, broken voice whimpered, “P-please… I-I’ll do anything. Just don't kill me I have a wife and kids". Silence stretched for a moment. Then, a voice—smooth, patient, almost kind. “Then start talking.” Jasmine knew that voice. The man standing in the middle of this bloodstained floor, the man coaxing information from his victim as if they were sharing pleasantries over dinner...That man was Lucas Salvatore. And she he was her crush

Golden scales do not belong to the shallows; once they encounter the storm and clouds, they transform into a dragon! On his wedding night, Su Luo faced betrayal by his brothers and his wife. In a desperate situation, he received the legacy of Cultivation. He cultivated peerless celestial techniques, controlled life and death with Yin and Yang, grabbed destiny against the heavens, met a confidant of stunning beauty, and from thereon, he became undefeated by the world! This world, because of his existence, shivered!

On the day of her wedding, Ivy Quinn vanishes, leaving behind only a note: "I’m sorry, I can't marry a blind man." To protect her son from heartbreak, Elizabeth Winters strikes a desperate deal—Ruby, Ivy’s identical twin, must take her sister’s place at the altar. Trapped by duty and family pressure, Ruby agrees, believing it will only last until Stefan’s eyesight is restored. But from the moment they marry, Stefan senses something is different about his "wife." The woman beside him is nothing like the shallow fiancée he once knew. She’s sharp, resilient, and understands his business in a way Ivy never did. Against all odds, he falls harder than ever for this new version of her. And Ruby? She never expected to fall in love with a man who was never meant to be hers. But just when she finds the courage to tell him the truth, Ivy returns, ready to reclaim the life she abandoned. When Stefan finally opens his eyes, will he see the woman who truly stood by him—or will he be too blind to recognize real love? ****Excerpt**** “By the way, did Ruby come to the wedding?” he asked, catching her off guard since she hadn't expected him to ask her that all of a sudden. Was he already suspecting that it was her and not Ivy? Ruby’s fingers froze on the door handle for just a fraction of a second. It was enough to set off alarms in Stefan's head. “I—uh…” She hesitated, but only briefly. “No. She had work. She couldn’t make it.” Was he suspecting a switch already? What must have set off the alarm in his head? Stefan hummed, tilting his head slightly. “Oh, I see. How is she, then? I hope she's coming to visit one of these days?” Her fingers tightened on the handle, though her voice remained steady. “Yeah. She would, the moment she is chanced and can come.” A slow smirk tugged at the corner of Stefan’s lips, though he kept his expression neutral. Interesting. Very interesting. His wife had just lied to him and he didn't know why. Even though he was blind, he'd find out why soon enough.

Bai Ran Xie, a certified novel addict, a perfectionist, and an idealist businessman. He likes to follow what's inside the novel of how to become a strict or crucial boss of his own company. Like a tyrant, as he says. However, in everything he does, he's still far from his ideals. That's why he decided to oppose this belief. And be comfortable while reading his favorite newly found books. Or so he thought. In a flash of time, his life ended in the arms of the person he trusted the most, Sean. When he wakes up, he finds out that he got transmigrated in the novel which he, himself, wished to get rid of for his entire life. It's about the story of the 'Emperor's Downfall'. The Emperor was once a great ruler of the Gyeudo Era in the U-Verse. A fake Earth in Fantasy World, where the modern's era is happening, however, they only have one name for their ruler. An 'Emperor'. Xi Jinshi, the name of the emperor in the Gyeudo Era, he's somewhat we can call Tyrannical Emperor, evil, powerful, never felt the word 'fear' for his entire life, and also a wealthy one. Owned many buildings, resorts, cars, planes, and even islands before he become the new emperor of their country. However, after meeting with the girl he likes, his downfall comes. Become a convict because of things that he didn't do, and after that, he died. Yes, he died. Just like that. With no after-story where he was found not guilty. That's exactly the reason why Ranran hated that story. Too sloppy. Too shallow. Yet, Ranran didn't expect that a  System appeared and bestowed him with a mission to make the Emperor fall for him. In Ranran's eyes, it's perceptible how delighted he is. Who would not? He will do everything to make the Female Lead begs for sympathy while squirming on the ground. Yet, he didn't expect that there's a crucial plot twist after he reincarnated, as he found himself in the body of... a man! "What the fucking hills! Are you fucking kidding me?!" Ranran shouted, anger visible through his eyes. Yet, Ranran can't give up anymore. He already agreed with the system, then he can't run away too. "Damn System, damn this world, damn this story. And damn that author!!" "How can I make the Emperor fall for me? How? How? How?" De Carabao.

[Ding! Sorceress Beauty Merlin from Camelot has added you to a chat group full of beautiful maidens!] [Ding! You've claimed the title of Supreme Demon Lord!] [Ding! Fairy Queen Ophelia tagged you in a post!] [Ding! Medusa sent you some of her spicy videos, shut your blinds before watching!] [Ding! Your dog has been transformed into the Ancient Black Dragon Veligrpyh!] James Kang, once the youngest heir to the multi-trillion-dollar Hart Global Corporation, has everything anyone could dream of: money, luxury, and freedom. But his life is hollow—friends are fake, family distant, and his days are a blur of shallow extravagance. One late, lonely night, James gets a notification: [Congratulations! You have been added to the Ancient Multiverse Chatroom!] Thinking it's some cringy online role-playing game, he decides to entertain himself and plays along, proclaiming himself the "Supreme Demon Lord." The group, filled with titles like: [Princess of the Azure Seas] [Dragon Emperor of Ashvale] [Goblin Slayer Supreme] [High Priestess of the Sun] [Fafnir, the Pet Wyvern] And they seemed hilariously invested in their roles. What starts as a joke takes a bizarre turn. The more James participates, the more he notices strange phenomena: glowing runes on his skin, magic artifacts materializing from nowhere, an elder dragon in his garage, and a sudden mastery of dark magic. Things escalate when a private group chat, run by a perverted female King Arthur, invites him to [The Table of Beauties], a circle of god-tier roleplayers… or so he thinks. Soon, James learns the truth. The chat is an interdimensional nexus connecting real worlds where magic, legends, and gods exist. His casual banter and fake roleplay have turned him into a living, breathing Demon Lord, complete with a castle in Hell, loyal monster armies, and reality-warping powers. To make matters even crazier, his “friends” start visiting Earth, and they’re nothing like he imagined! ･･･ Discord: https://discord.gg/XRq3VeasqQ

Matthew Groff, a 31-year-old outcast with no aspirations, no friends, and a single obsession—the Viking era—spends his days escaping his bleak reality through Viking media. When he stumbles upon a 101-chapter web novel called The Viking Era, he excitedly dives in, only to be appalled by its historical inaccuracies, shallow characters, and clumsy storytelling. Furious, Matthew finishes the story out of spite and leaves a scathing review. What Matthew doesn’t know is that the author has other plans. In a bizarre twist of fate, Matthew is reincarnated into the very story he despises, taking on the role of Elliott —the childhood friend (and slave) of the protagonist who is doomed to die at the beginning of the tale. Thrown into a Viking world filled with battles, betrayals, and a mysterious glowing system that gives cryptic instructions, Matthew must find a way to defy the story’s narrative and rewrite his destiny. Can he use his extensive Viking knowledge to survive in this brutal world? Or will he meet the same tragic fate as his character? Find out by reading!

Ça avait commencé de façon étrange : son chat refusait qu’il le caresse. Lin Qiushi découvrit rapidement que la discorde se répandait tout autour de lui. Puis, un jour, il poussa une porte et découvrit que son couloir, qu'il connaissait par coeur, était devenu un couloir sans fin. Aux deux extrémités de ce couloir se trouvaient douze portes en fer identiques. Il poussa l’une des portes. Ainsi, l’histoire commence.

Three rejections. Three shattered dreams. That was Layla’s reality, all because she was different—a half-shifter in a world obsessed with purity. Ostracized, shunned, and finally sold off like a pawn to the most feared ruler alive—the Lycan King. He was ruthless, a king with a graveyard of brides, each one a ghostly reminder of a fate worse than death. Layla loathed him. Hated the way his gaze cold and fathomless, held no warmth for her. Hated how his touch, both thrilling and terrifying, sent an uninvited chill down her spine. --- “I hate you!” I screamed, hands clenched so tight my knuckles ached. He sighed, a smirk curling at the edge of his lips, his tone mocking as he closed his book with a deliberate snap. “Stressed, are we?” he asked, strolling toward me, each step reminding me exactly who held the power here. “Lucky for you,” he drawled, rolling up his sleeves as he stopped just inches away, “I know exactly 70 ways to ease those nerves.” His fingers brushed my cheek, a touch that seemed to burn into my skin. “The first… a hug.” His voice dropped to a rough whisper as he leaned in, breath hot against my ear. “And the rest... well, that's 69? what do you say about that?" I swallowed hard, my heart thudding wildly as he tilted his head, waiting for me to react, that insufferable smirk still in place. “What’s the matter, darling?” he murmured, a taunt lingering in his gaze. --- A Dangerous Obsession Can she resist the pull, or will she dance into the flames of her own destruction? A dark dive into obsession, raw need, and the razor’s edge between desire and devastation. --- LYCAN KING CASSIAN I will tear her apart piece by piece, feeding the wildfire that grips her with each shuddered breath. Like air to flame, I’ll claim every inch, drawing heat from her skin until it sinks into her bones. Her pulse will race under my hands, her breaths shallow, pleading. Her eyes may scream, but her lips will still murmur my name. That first taste of fear will only feed something deeper—a need that burns through her veins, molten and fierce. And just when she’s too far gone to turn back, I’ll twist the knife, giving her the pain she’s learned to crave. She’ll be the moth to my flame, helpless against the very thing that will consume her.

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### Enhanced Title: **"Beats of Redemption: Arell Rose’s Rise Through the RAPPER System"** ### Enhanced Summary: Arell Rose, a 17-year-old from the gritty streets of Southside Chicago, is no stranger to trouble. With a rap sheet longer than his high school transcript—petty theft, truancy, and a temper that’s landed him in more fistfights than he can count—he’s teetering on the edge of a life that promises either prison or an early grave. His single mother, a weary nurse working double shifts, has all but given up on him, and his peers see him as little more than a burnout with a sharp tongue and a chip on his shoulder. But beneath the bravado, Arell harbors a raw, untapped talent for words—lyrics that spill out in late-night freestyles under flickering streetlights, unheard by anyone but the stray dogs and the wind. One rainy night, after a botched attempt to jack a corner store for cash lands him battered and bleeding in an alley, Arell’s life takes an inexplicable turn. A strange, pulsating glow emanates from his cracked phone screen, and a voice—smooth, commanding, and oddly digital—introduces itself as the **RAPPER System**. It’s no app, no glitch; it’s a mysterious entity embedded in his reality, offering him a deal he can’t refuse: a shot at redemption, fame, and power, but only if he can conquer its trials and rise to become the greatest rapper alive. The system isn’t some fairy godmother—it’s a relentless taskmaster. It floods Arell’s mind with abilities he never dreamed of: razor-sharp lyric generation, perfect pitch recall, a photographic memory for beats, and even the power to sway crowds with his voice alone. But every gift comes with a catch. The system throws challenges at him like a gauntlet—freestyle battles against ruthless street MCs, cryptic riddles that unlock new skills, and grueling physical trials to sharpen his stage presence. Fail, and the system’s punishments are brutal: migraines that feel like his skull’s splitting, temporary muteness, or the erasure of a hard-earned ability. Arell’s journey is no straight shot to stardom. He’s got to dodge the ghosts of his past—rival gang members who’d rather see him dead than spitting bars, a parole officer who smells trouble, and a childhood friend turned drug dealer who tempts him back to the easy money. The system’s goals force him into the underground rap scene, where he clashes with seasoned vets who mock his youth and wildcards who’ll do anything to take him down. Along the way, he picks up an eclectic crew: a reclusive beatmaker with a dark secret, a fiercely loyal hype girl with dreams of her own, and a shady mentor who knows more about the system than he lets on. As Arell claws his way up, the stakes skyrocket. The system reveals its endgame: a nationwide rap tournament broadcast to millions, where the winner isn’t just crowned the best—they’re granted a mysterious “ultimate reward” that could rewrite Arell’s entire existence. But the closer he gets, the more he questions the system’s origins. Is it alien tech? A government experiment? Or something tied to the father he never knew, a shadowy figure his mom refuses to talk about? And what happens if he wins—or if he loses everything trying? **"Beats of Redemption: Arell Rose’s Rise Through the RAPPER System"** is a pulse-pounding urban odyssey of grit, rhythm, and self-discovery. Can Arell transform his pain into platinum tracks, outrap his demons, and seize a legacy that echoes beyond the block? Or will the system’s demands—and his own flaws—break him before he ever holds the mic as a legend?

Noah had never been healthy. From the moment he was born, his life was defined by sickle cell anemia, a relentless condition that left him weak, fatigued, and in constant pain. His blood, flawed and fragile, seemed to betray him at every turn. The disease didn’t just ravage his body—it shaped his entire existence. He was introverted, withdrawn, and struggled to connect with others. While his mother and sister effortlessly made friends and thrived in social settings, Noah often felt like an outsider, watching life pass him by from the sidelines. There were moments, rare and fleeting, when he felt a semblance of contentment. But more often than not, a hollow ache settled deep within him, a void that nothing could fill. It wasn’t just the physical pain of his illness—it was the loneliness, the isolation, the feeling of being a burden to those he loved. One day, the sickness came for him with a vengeance. His body, already worn down by years of fighting, finally began to give out. This time, Noah didn’t resist. The hollow feeling had returned, stronger and more consuming than ever. He was tired—tired of the pain, tired of the loneliness, tired of the endless struggle. For the first time, he let go. As his breaths grew shallow and his vision blurred, Noah closed his eyes. The world around him faded into silence, and his last thought wasn’t one of fear or regret, but of emptiness. He took his final breath, the hollow ache in his chest finally stilled. But death wasn’t the end. Noah woke up—somewhere else. The air felt different, charged with an energy he couldn’t explain. His body, once frail and broken, felt... alive. Strong. He blinked, disoriented, as his surroundings came into focus. He wasn’t in a hospital bed anymore. He wasn’t even in his world. He was in the **TVD Universe**.

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Ethan Collins, a man dying from cancer, wakes up in the body of a healthy teenager in a strange world. His body is restored, but his new life is far from ordinary. He’s now a failed writer in a society where shallow, poorly written novels are hailed as masterpieces. With the knowledge of great literary works from his past life, Ethan sees an opportunity to change the world. But powerful literary elites control the industry, and they’ll stop at nothing to maintain their dominance. To survive, Ethan must keep his true identity a secret, outwit rival writers, and navigate the dangerous web of deception that surrounds him. As he battles to reshape literature, Ethan faces the harsh reality that in this world, one wrong move could cost him everything. His second chance is fleeting, and if he’s not careful, his fate may be rewritten again—permanently.

Arata Renji has one rule—avoid unnecessary drama at all costs. To him, high school is nothing more than a glorified social experiment, where shallow friendships and fleeting romances mean nothing in the grand scheme of life. Armed with sharp wit and a cynical outlook, he’s perfected the art of solitude, ensuring that he never gets caught up in the nonsense of ‘youthful experiences.’ But his quiet existence takes an unexpected turn when he crosses paths with Tachibana Mei—the most popular girl in school and the president of the Service Club. Cold, confident, and impossible to ignore, she sees right through his carefully constructed walls and presents him with an ultimatum: join the club, help others, and maybe—just maybe—learn that there’s more to life than watching from the sidelines. Renji has no interest in playing hero, and even less interest in love. But as he’s pulled deeper into the world of the Service Club—solving other students’ problems, navigating messy relationships, and dealing with Mei’s relentless teasing—he starts to realize that some things aren’t as easily avoided as he thought. Especially when the person he’s trying to avoid the most is the one who understands him best. A slow-burn high school romance about two stubborn people who refuse to admit they’re perfect for each other.

Hanno Galloway quickly becomes the talk of the town. Not for his eccentric trade, nor for his established presence in the colonial industry, not even for his wide charming smile. Rather, the townsfolk talk of his fondness with the priests daughter. Though there is bitter resentment from the priestess towards Hanno, who has misguided her brother away from her god. Not a single word is spoken between the two. Not one word of affection, yet the young enchantress captivates the young tradesman, and there is bitter implications of this wretched romance, first and foremost for Nargis herself. But who can stop what has been ordained by the heart. And what is the heart but a slave to fate.

The clock struck midnight when Ruelle heard the echo of footsteps. She tensed, the fine hairs on the back of her neck standing on end in the cool night air. "You shouldn't be here," Ruelle whispered, her voice a breathless murmur. The silhouette finally came to stand under the moonlight, his dark red eyes watching her and his inky black hair ruffling. "Shouldn't I?" His voice was a dark caress, and she stood there captivated by the danger he exuded like perfume. "I haven’t seen you for the last two days," his tone low. His hand reached out, fingers brushing against the silk of her nightgown, tracing the trembling outline of her collarbone. "Tell me, were you avoiding me, or perhaps... entertaining other offers?" Ruelle’s heart raced, her breaths shallow. She declared, "I don't belong to anyone.” "A bold claim," he murmured, his breath a tantalising chill against her skin as he leaned in. "Yet here you are, pulse racing, your body tensed as if in anticipation of my touch." His fingers gripped her chin, tilting her face towards his. The moonlight caught his eyes, revealing a glint of predatory intent. "Or must I remind you whose touch you truly crave?"

In the year 2050, a new penal system has been implemented due to the rise of violence and crimes. The Tower of Sins is a monumental prison complex with seven heavily fortified floors. Each floor, themed after one of the seven deadly sins, presents grueling psychological, physical, and moral challenges tailored to the sins it represents. The prisoners must climb the tower to the top floor to have a parole and achieve freedom. Kyle de Guzman, a young man who took justice into his own hands after the brutal assault of his only sister, is convicted of murder and sentenced to the Tower of Sins. Adding to his torment, Kyle must climb the tower - to stay alive and see his sister again.

« Scandale, exil, de l'arrogance à la rédemption, d'un contrat à l'amour véritable, trahison et sacrifice ultime... Le destin d'Églantine, la rose d'Aragon, scellé par les paroles de la Sainte Amelia, se réalisera-t-il ? » Enft j'avais la flemme d'écrire cette Synopsis

Another new story! Graham Woods, a rogue hermaphrodite (both reproductive organs) pure blood vampire that moves around a lot to keep his identity safe. He wants to live a normal life without werewolves and vampires. Luke Rynn, a pure blood alpha who is a descent of the biggest pack. Amazing at everything, confident, strong, yet seemingly nice. He wishes to advance the pack altogether, and undo his fathers wrongdoings. So, when Graham transfers high school and moves once again, what happens when the two realize they are mates? Btw, this is werewolfxvampire incase you can’t understand. ALSO- none of the names used in this book are related to the real world. These are simple made up characters from my very shallow head. The only thing that will stay the same is Earth and all it’s countries.

Aelia avait été désignée pour être la compagne de Jason, l'alpha dominant, une union imposée par les anciens de leur meute. Depuis ce jour, elle s'était vue condamnée à une relation qui oscillait entre indifférence et mépris. Jason la considérait comme faible, une ombre dans son monde impitoyable où seul le pouvoir comptait. Ce qu'il ignorait, c'était que la vraie puissance d'Aelia était encore tapie, attendant le moment opportun pour se révéler. Pourtant, malgré le mépris qu'il affichait ostensiblement, Jason était obsédé par elle. Chaque mouvement, chaque parole d'Aelia semblait déclencher en lui une possessivité féroce. Une obsession qu'il refusait d'admettre, la confondant souvent avec son besoin de contrôle. Mais plus Aelia s'efforçait de rester invisible, plus la rage de Jason grandissait, alimentée par des sentiments qu'il ne parvenait à définir. Les choses prirent un tournant irréversible le jour où Bastien, un autre alpha, fit son entrée lors d'un événement officiel. Puissant et charismatique, il était tout ce que Jason n'était pas : bienveillant, respecté pour sa sagesse autant que pour sa force brute. Lorsque les yeux de Bastien se posèrent sur Aelia, une étincelle s'alluma. Pour la première fois, quelqu'un la voyait autrement que comme un simple pion. Le sourire qu'il lui offrit n'échappa pas à Jason, qui sentit une colère glaciale monter en lui. Ce n'était pas seulement de la jalousie - c'était une guerre qui venait de commencer. Une lutte de pouvoir, où les désirs se mêlaient à la domination, et où Aelia, malgré elle, devenait le centre d'une séduction enflammée entre deux alphas prêts à tout pour la posséder.

Follows Lillianne Sakuragi, a half Japanese university student e who all her life has been admired for her beauty-yet only superficially. Guarded by the echoes of past betrayals and shallow romances, Lillianne has built high walls around her heart that start tearing down a breezy spring day at her favourite café. All starting with a jar of honey that led Lillianne to an encounter with a waiter at the café. His subtle words and unassuming gestures begin to break down her guarded brick wall. Will she ever learn to finally let other people in again or will she let her old habits stick.

It hurts, doesn't it?" he murmured, his voice a dark caress that sent a shiver down her spine. Amelia nodded, her eyes never leaving his as she felt the wetness between her legs grow even more. With a smug smile, Enzo's hand moved from her thigh to cup her left breast, his thumb flicking over the nipple. It was a gentle touch, almost soothing after the sting of his slap. But she knew it was a prelude to something more. He leaned over her, his hard length pressing against her thigh. She felt a thrill of fear and anticipation. This was it the moment she'd been dreading and craving all at once. He reached for his belt, unbuckling it with a smoothness that spoke of experience. Her eyes widened as he freed his cock, standing tall and proud before her. It was thick and long, a stark contrast to the tenderness of his earlier touch. She knew what was coming, and she was both scared and excited. "Look at me, Amelia," he whispered, his eyes dark with need. She met his gaze, her breath shallow and uneven. He positioned himself between her legs, his hand guiding himself to her entrance. Her body tensed as she felt the tip of his erection against her. "Relax," he murmured, his voice soothing despite the intensity in his eyes. "This will only hurt for a moment."

Earth has undergone an odd change. Expanding by millions of times its original size, its population was suddenly split into two halves. On one side, there was a group of technologically advanced humans. But, on the other, a world of cultivation had grown and pospered. The secrets that led to this change have been hidden in the darkness for too long... Until there came a day where a boy born on the Mortal side of the world was found to have the talent to enter the Martial side. Having lost both of his parents to a hidden tide, he chose to leave all that he had known behind and enter this land of danger. What truths would he unveil? What would he learn about what separated the Mortals from the Cultivators? What hidden evils wanted to ensure that his people never rose up and gained power? And how would those evils... deal with him? ---- This list of things I hate is quite long. The first is that I hate to be tested the most. The second is that I hate to be tested the most. The third also happens to be that I hate to be tested the most. The ocean's depths are too shallow, the sun's light too dim, the ground too mundane and the skies too small. For those born of this colorless world to deem themselves worthy of casting judgement on me... I can only say that it's laughable. I am the Nameless Immortal God because even the Heavens themselves are unworthy to name me. Even while I am unaware of my own identity, I will dry the oceans until cracked land is all that is left, I will cast the sun into endless darkness, I will shatter the ground with my feet and sunder the skies with my blade. Am I too arrogant? What right do you have to think that? --- https://discord.gg/awespec

Seventeen-year-old Vaelith Solvryn lived a life full of shallow expectations, but beneath the surface, she was running—from her controlling boyfriend, an unsettling coach, and her inability to stand up for herself. One snowy night, everything changed when a tragic accident ended her life. Instead of oblivion, Vaelith awakens in an unfamiliar void, greeted by a mysterious voice calling itself Ethereal Whisper. She learns she’s been reincarnated into a world teeming with mystical energy known as Essence, where her very existence marks her as the last of an ancient and rare race: the Essence Conduits, beings who embody and control the purest form of Essence.