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Once every 10,000 years, the heavens open, and the Mortal Realm is cast into turmoil. The Great Reset begins—a cosmic reckoning where empires fall, beasts awaken, and only the strongest carve their names into eternity. For those who survive, the path to the Astral Realm and the right to claim divinity awaits. Raikai, a warrior forged in storms, wields the power of the Celestial Iron Body Cultivation, his flesh tempered into living steel. His Death Arms—twin scythes bound by chains—dance like a mythological dragon, crackling with lightning, capturing and tearing apart those who stand in his way. Beside him stands Shinryu, swift and precise, blessed by the Celestial Tiger. His Death Arms, a pair of white leather gloves with retractable claws, strike with divine speed—every slash a whisper of the heavens’ fury. Together, they ascend the path of blood and power, bound by brotherhood yet tested by fate. Their bond is their greatest strength, but in a world where the Death Arms grow with their wielders—feeding on their victories and failures—power often demands a terrible price. As the 10,000-year Reset begins, ancient titans stir, forgotten sects rise from the shadows, and primordial beasts long thought extinct awaken. The heavens will bear witness as Raikai and Shinryu defy the gods—or die trying. In an age where flesh is reforged into iron and weapons evolve alongside the soul—two brothers will challenge destiny itself!

-- WSA 2025 Entry -- “Five… Four… Three… Two… One…” As the countdown towards the new year went on to the last second, Miles looked up to the sky, just as everybody else did. In the middle of the crowded street, Miles for once felt like he belonged. Being a teenage gamer, living with his parents, and trying to build a life as a streamer, he did not feel like leaving his room every day. But there, in the middle of that crowded street, with everyone around him paying attention to the sky, the countdown on the digital billboard, and mostly anything else but him., Miles felt like a ghost. A welcomed ghost, but a ghost, after all. With a smile on his unseen face, he looked up as the countdown reached one, and everybody sang in unison. ‘HAPPY NEW YEAR!” But Miles’ eyes widened as he watched in utter horror, and curiosity, even, hovering above him, a holographic screen with a few lines of text written in it. All around him, although he did not pay much attention to it, a few other people seemed to experience the same situation. [Updating home-world 39515’s version] [Version 20.25 update brings a lot of fun and games with the new and improved survival mode] [Do you want to convert your previous avatar to home-world 39515’s latest version?] [Yes] [No] “Survival… Mode?” Miles’ lips quivered. Before he could think of anything else, though, the people around him began to scream…

Samantha never expected to find magic in her hometown, let alone in a dimly lit bar on a rainy Tuesday night. Yet here she was, perched on a barstool at the Black Swan, her world about to tilt on its axis. The air thrummed with an otherworldly energy she couldn't quite place. Ethereal dancers moved like smoke across the floor, their bodies fluid and mesmerizing. As Samantha nursed her drink, she felt the weight of curious stares prickling her skin. That's when she saw him. Marcus. A name she didn't know yet, but one that would soon be etched into her very soul. Their eyes locked across the crowded room, and Samantha's breath caught in her throat. He moved with predatory grace, all lean muscle and barely restrained power. Their first interaction was as intoxicating as it was bewildering. One moment, he was her gallant protector, rescuing her from an overly aggressive drunk. The next, his eyes hardened to chips of ice as he snarled, "Stupid girl," before melting into the shadows. Samantha's mind reeled, but her body hummed with an excitement she couldn't explain. Little did she know, this encounter was merely the first step into a world beyond her wildest fantasies – a realm where vampires ruled the night and pain blurred exquisitely with pleasure. As she delved deeper into this hidden society, Samantha found herself drawn to the intoxicating blend of power, submission, and supernatural allure. The crack of a whip, the whisper of leather, the exquisite sting of fangs – each sensation pushed her boundaries and ignited desires she never knew existed. But with every ecstatic high came the sobering reality of danger. Vampire politics were as deadly as they were intricate, and Samantha soon realized she was a pawn in a game where the stakes were life, death, and eternal servitude. As she left the Black Swan that night, Samantha couldn't shake the feeling that she stood on the precipice of something life-changing. She had no idea how right she was, or how deeply she would fall into a passionate, dangerous dance with forces beyond her imagination. The real question was: in this world where pleasure and peril intertwined so intimately, would she emerge empowered... or lose herself completely?

Dean Rayden's character, Kindergarten Teacher known as Dream by his students, works as a teacher to help him feel better about his past. Romano Carter, the father of his pupil, Ayan, was someone he encountered daily. As they kept running into each other, they could feel their hearts triumphing over their minds. When Dean learns the truth about his donor and their families, what will happen? What would happen to his new, blossoming love because the scent got him inspirited and made him forget his negativity? Will their hearts actually beat in unison? When will they utter the words "My heart beats for you"?

On their third wedding anniversary, Hope excitedly told Waylon about her pregnancy, only to receive a 1 billion yuan check, an order to abort the child, and divorce papers in return. To protect her child, she fled. Five years later, she returned with her adorable twins and had become a revered miracle doctor in the medical field, with countless admirers. He regretted it. Hope coldly watched as Waylon, the CEO, apologized publicly on a live stream, "Weren't you the one who wanted a divorce and didn't want the child?" He humbly begged, "Hope, I want to remarry and have the child." "In your dreams." "Hope, the kids need a father." The adorable twins stood with their hands on their hips in unison, "We don't need a daddy who bullies mommy." Waylon, who had even his bedding and luggage thrown out of the room, didn't dare lose his temper, "Take a good look and see who's really bullying whom!"

Born as the heir to a crazy legion of warriors and being the owner of bloodlines with mysteries yet to be fully uncovered, he is the hope of the family when the whole world seeks to throw them into despair. "You're the one representing the younger generation of our fighters, let them know say khaki no be leather.... "

A young woman's life is turned upside down when her ex, Chris, suddenly reappears. Chris is the ruthless and cunning boss of a powerful mafia organization, with a reputation for getting what he wants, no matter the cost. As they rekindle their intense and passionate relationship, she is drawn back into a world of luxury and danger, where the lines between loyalty and obsession are blurred. But as Chris's true intentions are revealed, she must decide whether to surrender to her desires and become embroiled in his criminal empire, or to fight for her freedom and risk everything. With her loyalty to her friends and her own sense of self-worth hanging in the balance, she must navigate the treacherous landscape of Chris's world and confront the secrets of their past in order to survive. Excerpt: "What are you..." I started to ask, but Chris locked his lips with mine, cutting off my words. It was an angry kiss, like he was pouring his frustration into me. I tried to struggle, but he held me tighter and deepened the kiss. I eventually gave up, knowing it was futile. He let go of my lips, and I could feel a sting on my mouth. I saw a bite mark on his lip as well. We looked at each other, and I could feel the tension growing in the car. We were alone, with me on top of him, and our faces inches apart. Before I knew it, our lips touched again, but this time it was different - it was slow and sensual. I moaned as his tongue started to explore my mouth, and the kiss inevitably deepened. I closed my eyes and surrendered to the feeling, my hands roaming his chest as his hands went under my shirt and rubbed my bare back. I started to feel hot all over and pulled my jacket away. He trailed his lips to my collarbone and sucked on it. When I started to move my hips over his already hardened bulge, he held my legs to stop me. "No," he said, his voice restrained. Still in the fog of the moment, I asked in a whisper, "What?" My breath came in pants, just like his. He replied, "Let's stop here, princess, or we'll do the other thing you talked about." It took me a second to understand, and when I did, I immediately got off his lap and returned to my seat. My mind went to Sarah, and I realized I couldn't come clean to her now. I glared at Chris, who smirked at me and started driving again.

Purity a lowercase, clumsy, weak but determined angel suddenly volunteered to fight Abaddon, the 7th prince of hell who was pushed to earth to cause chaos on earth taking souls through deals Reborn but adopted into a family of riches and wealth faced bullying from her family but was favored by the head. Balancing her duties as an angel and the perfect granddaughter, It was purity’s job to take souls to heaven was it was time, both Abaddon and purity crossed paths couple of times but didn’t have any interaction. Roaming countries and countries for centuries Abaddon didn’t mind to purity until one night in an intense fight they were struck by lightning waking up they switched powers. ……………………………………… waking up to a burning sensation on her forehead purity whimpered, rubbing her head which just made the pain worse. looking around she wasn’t in her room, she was enveloped in an atmosphere of dark luxury.the air thick with leather and polished wood. candelabras with black candles cast flickering shadows on the walls adorned with intricate gold patterns. Massive, velvet- upholstered in deep burgundy and ebony wood chaise lounge dominated the space. A grand piano it’s ebony surface polished to mirror sheen sits silently in a corner. The bed which she layed on a grand king sized bed with black silk duvet and matching velvet pillows the wood on the head board was flawlessly carved with designs reminiscent of anique demon seal the bed positioned centrally purity jumped up seeing Abaddon staring at her with rage a halo atop his head his wings white but black in the very end and most importantly the cross tattoo on his wrist. “why are you with my halo?” purity stood on the bed attempting to take it but Abaddon threw her to the vanity table shattering the mirror “what did you do?!” Purity got up bleeding from her side she looked at herself in the shattered glass an upside down cross on her forehead her wings black, purity screamed “what did you do?!” she ran to punching his chest but Abaddon quickly raised her by the neck his grip tightening, purity couldn’t breathe the doors burst open Abaddon immediately dropped purity who gasped for air before looking up her voice still chocked “I can explain”

With the constant dark clouds and strange things happening, fear began to spread faster than he thought. “ your majesty…. What do we do? We have prayed to our gods and deities?” The ministers of the court room said in unison. The land was getting affected by the sudden change of weather and people staying by the ocean reported how wild the water was getting, fishermen did not return to their homes nor did their boats and those who were able to return from the forest, came with nothing. The land was going hungry and panic rises even more, the king wiped off the sweat that was forming on his forehead as he nervously looked at his pregnant wife and she back at him with more fear and she unconsciously rubbed her belly. He wanted her to stay back and rest but she was helpless and followed him to the court hearing, “ what is the state of the people?” The king asked the commander in all black and he bowed his head. “ My king, the seas are wild and the defense has been destroyed, the people near the ocean is now moving from their homes because there’s nothing left, we await your orders” the commander said with a bow. The king paced back and forth, something was wrong, they had prayed to the god of the seas yet the deity did not respond. “ open the gates!” He ordered and the commander followed up with his soldiers, What he did not expect was to see the whole people running to the palace. His frown turning into shock and replaced with fear as his eyes widened when he saw the ocean chasing the people with a strange creature emerging from it. The screams, the fear, the ocean and the roar filled with anger carrying strong waves with thunder and lightning, swallowing the whole land……. What is it going to be * matured contents, no rape* Like it download and add to your library and await for awesome chapters

“Aegir..” A single word remains in Cetas’ mind as he succumbs to the everlasting pressure of the depths - a glimmer of light filtering from above. He floats endlessly, the tidal currents rushing his body to who-knows-where yet he remains unconscious as the word echoes in his mind. He no longer remembers any memories that he once had but only mere fragments of what his past once was. A depth-dweller. A long lost race of ancient, forgotten in history as humans usurped the throne of the world, claiming superiority amongst other races of legend. After the war of mystics, only humans endured to live and gather themselves once more - dominating the entire world by force. Yet, depth dwellers remained - hidden and forgotten. And now.. The first would rise up on the surface. For hours upon hours, Cetas let the currents take him away, rendering his consciousness useless everytime he woke up. But now, it seemed that a warm and radiating light pierced his very pressurized skin. It was.. unfamiliar. He opened his eyes only to be greeted by a rocking hull, shaking synchronously with the sound of crashing waves. Yet, somewhere near him, he heard a faint and soft voice speaking a foreign language. He shifted his head to the direction of the voice and saw an unfamiliar face of a golden-haired lady with sea-like blue eyes, staring at him with utmost curiosity. The lady opened her mouth and let out another wave of unfamiliar words. Perplexed, Cetas sat up slowly, moving his body sluggishly. He then gazed at his surroundings, first staring at the massive rocking hull and onto the wooden floor and to the people surrounding him. Some wore bandanas and others wore white-loose blouses paired with leather boots and tricorn hats. However, Cetas wasn’t at all surprised by the unfamiliar scenery. But rather, he gazed above the sky, reaching far beyond the clouds, and saw the burning sphere of light that penetrated his deep-black eyes. Upon staring for 5 seconds he instinctively winced in pain. “Ow!” He looked around once more, pacing his head back and forth towards the unfamiliar people around him, and pondered, “Where am I?”

Senior Server Felix stood at the front of the church, his voice steady and solemn as he greeted the congregation. “Our help is in the name of the Lord,” he intoned. “Who made Heaven and Earth,” the people responded in unison, their voices matching his reverent tone. “Today, we initiate new members into this divine and holy Order,” Felix continued. “Today, we welcome new brethren into the bosom of our Lord Jesus Christ.” At the back of the church, Louis sat on one of the few single chairs, his posture slightly slouched as his focus remained on a sheet of music in his hands. The title read, "Brightest and Best – Key of A-flat." 'Why didn’t Gramps give me an F or G? A-flat is so difficult, and I only have three days to finish it,' he grumbled silently, his brow furrowing in frustration. But he dared not voice his complaints. He could already imagine his grandfather assigning him even more difficult pieces—F-sharps and endless A-flats—as punishment. From the front of the church, a serene voice called out, “Harry! Step forward!” Louis glanced up, momentarily pulled from his inner musings. His eyes landed on a girl stepping forward from the pews. She had black hair neatly styled in a bun and striking green eyes that seemed to shine with warmth and composure. Dressed in a modest brown dress and black sandals, with a rosary resting gracefully around her neck, she exuded a calm, dignified presence. Her tanned skin and graceful demeanor only added to the aura of reverence surrounding her, befitting an Altar server. 'Sigh,' Louis thought as he brushed a hand through his white hair, his blue eyes softening with a mix of admiration and envy. 'I wonder what it’s like to be an Altar server. They all seem so pure and divine… and powerful.' Just as he returned his attention to his music, a calm, gentlemanly voice spoke beside him. “You could also be an Altar server, if you’re interested.” “Huh?” Louis blurted out, snapping his head to the side. But no one was there. “What in the name of Jesus is going on here?” he muttered, glancing nervously around. “At least you know my name,” the voice replied again, seemingly amused. “What?” Louis whispered, his heart beginning to race. "I'm certain you will be a good server," the voice said, calm yet enigmatic. Louis narrowed his eyes, still searching for its source. "Who are you?" "I have many personalities. I have many names," the voice replied with an air of mystery. "It’s your choice which one you accept." "You’re not making any sense," Louis muttered, growing more unsettled. "Blessed are those who have not seen but believed…" Before Louis could respond, his vision blurred, and the world around him seemed to melt away. He jolted awake, gasping for air. His hands clutched the crumpled sheet of music, its corners bent from his restless grip. His head teetered precariously over the edge of his bed, a faint ache in his neck reminding him of the awkward position he’d been in. "Holy Mother of Jesus!" he exclaimed as he lost his balance, tumbling off the bed in a heap of blankets and scattered papers.

The year is 5244, and humanity has been on pause. Despite centuries of technological advancements, society has stagnated, glued to their phones. Knowledge, ambition, and human connection have crumbled. SOB442 a 12 year old.Is different. A self-proclaimed genius in a sea of mindless phone addicts, he feels like the last person alive who craves something more—knowledge, purpose, meaning. In a world where even his family barely looks up from their devices, SOB442’s only friend is TFR100, a friend so absorbed in tech he barely knows how to speak.But everything changes the day they stumble upon a mysterious object in TFR’s basement: a “slab” unlike anything they’ve ever seen. Made of leather and filled with strange, thin sheets—paper—it carries a title: The Adventures of Shawn and Tucker. To SOB442, it’s not just a curiosity; it’s a relic from a forgotten era, a key to uncovering humanity’s lost history. Determined to uncover the truth behind the slab, SOB442 embarks on a quest to learn what the book holds and why it was buried in a world that’s forgotten how to read. Along the way, he’ll face resistance from a society that sees no value in the past, a government that thrives on ignorance, and his own doubts about whether one kid can reignite the spark of human curiosity. In a world where everyone is online, can one boy reconnect humanity to the stories that made it human?

"Don't dare lay a finger on her. I'll be her volunteer mate," a deep voice boomed across the fighting arena. "I'll be her volunteer mate too," another deep voice followed. "Then she's ours!" the two men declared in unison, their voices merging into one resolute claim that echoed across the arena. --- Lyra Blackthorn. The one. The only. The only she-wolf warrior of the Moonveil Groove. The queen. Who can be hated by her own pack, Moonveil Grove, and still fight and defend them in the bloodstained arenas where survival is the only law? And not just that—a betrayed daughter of a family who saw her as nothing but a burden. As if that was not enough, her fated mate—her only hope—rejected her! Now, she’s being ridiculed and threatened with sacrifice for a title—the most powerful of the fifteen packs of Nyxaria. Her blood is needed; only a mate—or a chosen mate, a bond forged by will not fate—could save her. But… She had died once. She wouldn't die twice. She had been reborn—into the same family, the same pack, destined to repeat her tragic fate. Until now. This time, something was different. On the night of her sacrifice, the two Lycan shifter princes of Shadowfang Pack stepped forward and made an impossible claim—they wanted to be her chosen mates. What happened when Lyra found out that the two Lycan princes were actually her fated mates? What happens when Lyra discovers the two Lycan princes who claimed her are also the fated mates she rejected in her past life? What happens when Lyra learns the princes' impossible claim binds her to them in ways she never imagined?”

Zhen Bao was the village belle in the gully village. Fu Mingshi suddenly appeared in a suit and leather shoes, claiming to be her childhood betrothed groom. Zhen Bao was a little confused and went with him to the big city, only to find out that this slender-waisted and long-legged groom-to-be was extremely, extremely rich! Reading tips: 1. The heroine has off the charts affinity with animals. 2. Tall, cold business elite & sweet veterinarian beauty, sweetness all the way! 3. Also known as “You Are My Destiny or Married To a Millionaire"

"HELLO, lady." The man behind the wheel greeted her as he wound down the window.  "Hop in."  Without hesitation, she opened the door of the passenger's seat and got in. Inside his car was warm. The seats were leather and quite comfortable. She didn't think Maguire's nephew could own such a car. Then, she glanced at the man. He was dressed formally in a gray suit and honestly, he didn't look like the nephew figure. But what did she know? Mr Maguire could have a nephew who was even as old as him. This man was also quite handsome. Didn't look like Mr Maguire one bit. "Did Mr Maguire send you?" She asked and he rested his hands on the wheel.  "Pretty, is that the secret code you girls use these days?" The charming man asked with a smirk. "I almost thought I wouldn't find you or anyone in this weather but I guess it's just my luck." He eyed Charlotte with an interest as he adjusted his necktie. The lady asking if he was some unknown man's cousin as a secret code sounded ridiculous but he wasn't going to be picky. He searched the area and ended up here. This was the only girl he found on the streets so he would make do with this. "Well, if you've been searching for me then I can assume you're indeed his cousin." Charlotte replied. "I can't think of another reason why a sane man would come out on such a stormy and late night."  Then, she got a whiff of alcohol coming from him. "Wait, did you drink? Is this safe?"She asked but sighed and shook her head. "You know what, never mind. As long as I get home, I won't complain. The worst that could happen is you spinning off the road and leading us both to our deaths, and lucky for you, I'm not afraid of dying in a stranger'ss car, so shall we?" This man stared at Charlotte with an amused grin and said, "You've got one glib tongue. I like it." He said and she gave out a fake laugh. "Haha, that's nice." Her laugh fell and she looked at him seriously. "Please, drive." "Alright, you're the boss." He turned on the engine. "I'm Wesley, by the way. What's yours? If you tell me, I could give you a tip." "Good sense of humor, haha! It's funny." Charlotte said, but she wasn't laughing. She crossed her arms over her breasts, feeling uncomfortable. She entered the rain just to get in his car and so her body was a little wet. Her white shirt had practically become a see-through attire, and her bra was on display.  "You have one appealing look, Miss. Are you sure you're not going to tell me your name? I'm in a good mood so I'll definitely give you a huge tip." Charlotte closed her eyes. Was he such a joker? Did he want her to play along by all means?  Well, she'd just say anything just to get him to shut up.  "You can't afford it." She said.  "Oh yeah? That's such a brave thing to say to someone driving such a car. Is your name more expensive than this?" 'What does this have to do with his car? I just want him to keep quiet already.' Charlotte thought, feeling irritated. "I don't want to waste my breath calling the amount cause you won't be able to pay for it." "My oh my, if your name is so expensive, I wonder how much your service costs. It must be quite a lot, seeing you were the only one standing under the rain, patiently waiting." 'What is he saying now? It's like some old pickup line you'd see in a magazine. Is he really trying to hit on me?' She stared at him. He looked like a casanova, grinning to himself as he drove through the dark. Fine. She would just call an amount she was sure he would never release and then he would shut up.  "You wanna know so badly? Fine. It's ten thousand. Now, stop asking."  As soon as she said that, the car came to a sudden halt which startled her.  "What? Are you crazy?" She asked. "Was it too much of a shock that you had to stop the car?"  "I can't exactly write while driving, can I?" He said and picked out what looked like a checkbook from inside his coat pocket.  He took a pen as well and filled it.  "What are you doing?" 

Excerpt* As Cian removed his jacket, revealing a serpent-like tattoo on his chest, a chill ran down her spine. “Who sent you?” she asked, her voice quivering as she clutched the sheets tightly around her. Cian smirked, “Which insignificant creature would dare to command me?” Confused, she glanced at the doors, praying for someone to walk in and save her from this dangerous stranger. “Then why are you here?” she managed to ask, her heart pounding in her chest. Cian casually tossed his jacket onto the nearest chair, revealing his muscular chest and the glowing, serpent-like tattoo that coiled around it. “For you, sweetheart,” he replied, his voice deep and seductive. She stared into his piercing, emerald-green eyes, awed by their luminescence. They seemed to pierce right through her, illuminating her heart and igniting a fire within her that she couldn’t quite extinguish. As Cian moved closer, he bent down to look her directly in the eyes, his gaze penetrating. “Marry me,” he whispered, his voice low and dangerous. She recoiled in horror, pushing his hand away as she tried to back away from him. “Pardon me, my Lord, but I must refuse your offer,” she said, her voice shaking with fear. Cian let out a low, sinister laugh as he pulled off his shirt, revealing the full extent of the tattoo that seemed to writhe and twist on his skin. He crawled onto the bed, pinning her down as he loomed over her. She struggled against him, trying to break free from his grip, but he was too strong. He leaned in close, his breath hot against her skin as he whispered, “Sweetheart, what is mine is mine, and what is yours is mine.” “She froze, her heart racing as she realized the danger she was in and how ridiculously aroused she was getting. Cian, with his piercing gaze and devilish grin, knew exactly what he was doing.

In the dusty, gloom-shrouded streets of Neo-Tokyo, where sunlight barely managed to filter through the rubble and ruined buildings, an eerie silence hung over the city. In this post-apocalyptic world, where survival was an art and power determined everything, stood a singular man, masked and shrouded in shadows. Kaito Yukimura, known in the underworld as the "Shadow of the Desert," strode steadily through the dark alleys, his modern gas mask hiding his face and his black-and-white jacket billowing behind him like a banner of mystery and elegance in a desolate world. His reputation preceded his presence, his movements were silent but lethal, and his presence was a constant reminder that, in this world of chaos and despair, there were those who still maintained control in the shadows. On this particularly dark night, Kaito was on a secret mission, chasing a rumor that floated in the whispers of the alleys. A rumor of a lost artifact, a treasure hidden in the depths of the city, that promised power and wealth for those brave or desperate enough to seek it out. And so, with his fate entwined with the dark threads of Neo-Tokyo, Kaito stepped into the shadows once again, ready to face the dangers that lurked around every corner and uncover the secrets hidden in the darkest corners of the city.

Everyone cheered in unison: Long live the Hero Hiraeth! We had all been through so much, lost so much in the last five years of holy war. We cried happily when Hiraeth raised the flag of the Holy Empire high and cut off the head of the last blue demon. "My sweet Sasha, tell me what we can still be in this terrible darkness." I never knew how to answer that, not even when I saw her being burned at that stake and crying out for forgiveness from the Mother Goddess of the citizens who once cried out to her. "You were the only one who could accept the demon I have now become, Hiraeth."

Everyone knew that the eldest daughter of the Shens had fallen from grace after being abandoned by a rogue, becoming pregnant out of wedlock, and then being thrown out by her family, destitute and in despair. The infamous Shen Ruojing made an appearance at the birthday banquet of the Matron of the first family, the Chus, where the crowd sneered: "Those who give a million in gift money sit at one table." "Those who give ten million in gift money sit at one table." "Miss Shen, may I ask how much gift money you have brought?" The crowd waited to laugh at her, but then they saw Shen Ruojing push forward a delicately beautiful little boy, "Could you please ask the Matron where to sit if one brings a great-grandson?" *** Admitted into the Chus' household only because of her son's value, Shen Ruojing just wanted to coast along, content to be an idle fish, but she faced disdain from all sides within the family: "Our family boasts a top-tier hacker, a music master, an artistic genius, a tech madman—each one renowned in their respective fields. What about you? What can you do?" Shen Ruojing touched her chin: "All these things you mention... I know a bit about each." Three adorable children stood by her side and nodded in unison: We testify that Mommy indeed knows a little bit of everything.

Beneath the veneer of civilization lies a grotesque and twisted reality, with eerie whispers haunting the stillness of the night. The day the fog rolled in from the sea was the day the world became a solitary island. At first, he thought he’d simply been reincarnated into a backward era. Tragic, but manageable. After all, he was devilishly handsome, his charisma practically dripping from every pore. Life seemed tolerable—until one day, his kindly old father leaned in close and whispered the truth about the world into his ear. “What? Those gods worshipped by the church are real?” “What? Our family is heretical scum? If they catch us, we’ll be strung up and burned at the stake?” He felt his world spin as he stammered, “Can I just disown all of you right now?” His kindly father’s hand drifted to the leather belt at his waist, his smile growing ever more benevolent.

BOOK 2 IS COMING Story COMPLETE - Book 1 In "Riding into Love: A Biker's Heart," the roar of motorcycle engines settles every score. When Hartley seeks to join a motorcycle club at her local college, led by the egotistical sexist-Hadé Degaldo, she is faced with degrading remarks and challenges to her worth, Hartley takes a daring leap by entering a secret biker race, concealing her identity behind a helmet and leather. As the race unfolds, Hartley's skills on the road prove to be a match for Hadé, shattering his unbeatable reputation. With each victory, she chips away at his confidence, and him left wondering who this mysterious rider is. As victories mount, Hartley's initial thirst for revenge transforms into a complex tangle of emotions, including unexpected feelings for her rival. Will she choose to keep her identity hidden or risk it all by unveiling the truth to Hade? Hadé Degaldo; you've met your match. CONTENT GUIDANCE: ADHD, sexism, harassment, bullying, graphic sex, nudity, no cheating, HEA

Diana crashed a party of big people who she thought were cosplaying as mythical characters and pretended to be one of them. she wore her mother's robe, carried the strange staff at home and attended the party uninvited. she ate to her fill and prepared to dash. but everything changed when a bloodied woman was rushed inside the hall. she discovered that the world was not what it seems to be. "The werewolf race greets the chosen one!! Please lead us to victory!!!" The whole 'congregation' shouted in unison as they all knelt and bowed to me Hope I didn't land myself in trouble like this? Is this some kind of occult meeting? Did I just barged in an occultic ritual? I only came here for a plate of rice!! Diana!!! Stay calm and look for the perfect time to escape!

In the ancient and primitive era, humanity had not yet come into existence. The ancestors of the elves were still trolls, and the Titan giants ruled the earth while the dragons dominated the sky. At the end of the epoch, the Titan giants and the dragons engaged in a fierce battle on the land. Both sides suffered heavy losses and were left severely wounded. At this time, a time - traveler descended upon a tribe of hawk - men. Leading them, they gradually embarked on their own path of evolution and eventually became the angel race. Countless years later, the radiance of Paradise spread throughout all worlds. Jiang You, the King of Angels, sat on the throne in the highest heaven. Infinite living beings sang hymns in unison: "Holy! Holy! How can sinners hope to behold, the majesty and glory of the Lord. Each offers a jade crown and magnificent adornments, presenting them to the divine throne in the golden hall."

"I can't take it anymore! I just want to die. Why can't anyone understand that?" Almost clothless in the dark night, Camille yelled from the high rocky hill in tears. The clouds thundered while it wept bitterly and heavily. Her clothes were torn and badly revealing as a result of the angry rain. ' Jump. ' She heard a faint voice loud and clear. "What?" She murmured lowly in a tone only she could hear. ' Jump. ' The voice instructed her again. "I.. I'm scared to!" She sobbed. ' You want to die, don't you? You really want death so much. You're just one step away from the door of lifelessness. Just close your eyes and put one foot in front of the other. ' ' Baby steps, Camille. Baby steps! ' Her breath became unsteady a bit. She was beginning to contemplate on the idea. Is this really it? The way she was going to die! ' What are you waiting for Camille? Do it! ' She calmed herself drenched by the rain. She was beginning to accept death little by little. ' Just close your eyes and take the step. I promise you won't feel a thing.' What a simple instruction for a complicated action! ' On the count of three, Camille! ' ' We'll count together.' She nodded and counted in unison with the voice: "One...two..." "...three..."

Adventurer: "Are dreams imbued with deeper significance than reality?" MC: "Have you seen my grey jacket?" Adventurer: "..." MC: "..."

**Synopsis** Maya Sharma, a passionate photographer stuck in the monotony of her corporate job, is torn between her stable marketing career and her dream of pursuing photography full-time. Her life takes an unexpected turn when she discovers a mysterious symbol in one of her photos, a pattern she has seen before but can’t place. What begins as a simple curiosity quickly spirals into an enigmatic puzzle that pulls her into a web of danger and conspiracy. After receiving cryptic text messages and uncovering hidden symbols in her photos, Maya enlists the help of her best friend, Priya. Together, they trace the clues to an abandoned building, where Maya discovers an old key. This key leads her to an eerie, deserted library, where she finds a leather journal filled with matching symbols and unsettling notes from someone who was also trying to unravel the same mystery—and who appeared to meet a grim end. Before she can process her findings, Maya is ambushed by shadowy attackers. In the chaos, she is saved by a mysterious stranger, Aarav Mehta, a man with a piercing gaze, a guarded past, and a scar that hints at a life lived on the edge. Aarav warns her to abandon her investigation, revealing that they are both in grave danger. However, Maya’s determination only deepens when she learns that Aarav is tied to the crime syndicate behind the symbols. Haunted by guilt from a tragic incident in his past, Aarav seeks redemption by helping Maya uncover the truth. As Maya and Aarav dive deeper into the conspiracy, they discover a powerful smuggling operation orchestrated by Arjun Kapoor, a charismatic mastermind, and his ruthless enforcer, Kabir Rana. The symbols turn out to be coded messages used to move illegal goods, and Maya's photographs have inadvertently captured pieces of their operations. The key Maya found unlocks more than just physical doors; it holds the secrets to dismantling the syndicate and exposing their crimes. But uncovering the truth comes at a cost. Maya faces relentless threats, betrayals, and her own fears as she is drawn closer to Aarav, whose motives remain shrouded in mystery. Aarav, in turn, finds himself falling for Maya’s unwavering courage, rediscovering his humanity as they work together to outwit the syndicate. With time running out and danger closing in, Maya and Aarav must navigate a labyrinth of secrets, lies, and danger to bring the truth to light. But as they edge closer to uncovering the conspiracy, they realize that the symbols and their connection run deeper than they ever imagined—threatening not only their lives but the fragile trust they’ve built with each other. **Will Maya’s determination and Aarav’s quest for redemption be enough to dismantle the syndicate, or will the weight of their pasts and the enemies lurking in the shadows tear them apart?** A thrilling blend of mystery, danger, and romance, *[Insert Title]* is a story about chasing dreams, confronting fears, and uncovering truths hidden in the shadows.

Loved, praised, and worshiped by the townspeople, young millionaire John Doe is the epitome of admiration and success. But not by Jane Carter. A dedicated young policewoman, Jane believes that John Doe is responsible for the string of killings plaguing their town. Determined to uncover the truth, she launches her own investigation, despite everyone else standing against her. What Jane doesn't know is that John Doe isn't just a wealthy businessman—he harbors five distinct personalities, all of which work in unison to make him the perfect killer. With the unexpected help of one of his rogue personalities, Jane might just be able to strip away all six of his carefully crafted masks and expose the monster beneath. (New chapter everyday)

“…How is he so good at it? He’s young, and he’s not particularly good physically. Does that make sense?” The man’s question was valid. However, that question was only asked when people did not know the newly appeared Shin Seong, Yoo Ji-woo. “You don’t know Yujiu? You don’t even know his nickname?” “…What, what’s your nickname?” “The next Maradona, the future of Korean soccer, fraudulent characters, and-” The last answer was drowned out by the cheers of the audience. However, the answer was just as I heard. Because everyone was shouting that nickname in unison. “SUPERNOVA!”

In the verdant valley of Eldoria, where the mountains whisper ancient secrets and the forests hold the echoes of forgotten tales, **Leaf Ironwood** stands on the cusp of his eighteenth birthday, unaware that his life is about to change forever. Raised on a humble farm by his resilient mother, **Liora**, Leaf knows little of the world beyond his daily toils and the stories of heroes and magic that seem like mere legends. On the eve of his birthday, Leaf receives a mysterious inheritance from his late father: a sword that glows with an ethereal light and an old, leather-bound book filled with cryptic maps and riddles. This inheritance is not just a gift but a call to adventure, a legacy that beckons Leaf into the heart of Eldoria's most guarded secrets. As Leaf embarks on his journey, guided by the sword's ancient power and the book's enigmatic clues, he encounters a realm teeming with danger and wonder. From the shadowy depths of enchanted forests to the peak of the sky-touching mountains, he faces trials that test his courage, wit, and the strength of his resolve. Along the way, companions join his quest, each with their own tales and skills, like **Dain Ironfist**, a gruff but wise dwarf blacksmith, and **Mira Starwind**, a mage with a penchant for mischief and a heart full of secrets. The Legacy Blade, as Leaf discovers, is not just a weapon but a key to unlocking his family's hidden history, a history intertwined with the fate of Eldoria itself. Enemies from the shadows seek to claim the blade for their dark purposes, forcing Leaf to delve deeper into his father's past, confront ancient evils, and perhaps, find his own place among the legends of old. "The Legacy Blade" is a tale of discovery, of a young man's journey from the simplicity of farm life to the complexities of a world where magic and destiny collide. It's a story of battles fought not just with steel but with heart, where the legacy one leaves behind is as important as the path one walks. Leaf Ironwood's adventure is a testament to the idea that sometimes, the greatest heroes are those who never sought the title, but by fate, are chosen to carry the torch into the unknown.

Journal entries of a Nobody - I found this journal in the middle of the night on my night stand - there was only one entry in it. As I live alone, I was terrified. As days went by, I found more entries in the journal... then i was scared but I started to believe in magic....The cover of the Journal is Pure Black Leather with the terms Angel & Demon stitched on it with blood red glass-like thread - Thus, MAGIC!