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"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.

There are times—far too many times—when you feel that uncontrollable urge to kill someone. For Kaya, this… this was exactly that moment. “Repeat what you just said?” She’d seen hell on the battlefield—second-in-command of a military unit, dodging bullets, dragging traitors by the collar, and coming out alive with grit under her nails. But nothing, absolutely nothing, prepared her for the sight of her spineless husband flirting with her own sister. Right in front of her. “I could never marry a barbarian like you. The one I... I like is Meera—” Blah blah. The same pitiful nonsense again. You think—what could possibly be worse than this? And then, right on cue, your idiotic sister chimes in, completely serious, “I just poisoned you.” Wow. BANG. Before anyone could even react, Meera collapsed. Dead. Her so-called husband gasped like a fish dragged out of water. “Y-you…” He dropped to his knees, staring at Kaya like he was seeing a monster rise from the dark. “You killed your sister?! How could y—?” BANG. Second bullet. Same spot. He dropped like a puppet with its strings cut. Silence. ... Just when Kaya thought her story had finally reached its bitter end, the universe—no, god himself—decided to throw in one last, ridiculous twist. “Wife… wife, didn’t you say you were gonna eat me? Why’d you stop?” A snake beast, ridiculously charming and glowing like some immortal fantasy, clung to her, eyes gleaming. Another voice interrupted. “Shut up! My wife wants to cuddle me now—” A sparrow beastman leapt into her arms, like that made any sense. “Hic… wife, don’t you want me anymore?” A panda-like beastman sat beside her, huge, sniffly, and wronged like a child abandoned at a festival. Sitting in the middle of all this, Kaya was absolutely dumbfounded. ‘When the hell did all of this even start?’

He was a prestigious man who dominated the Imperial Capital, cold and tyrannical, overshadowing everything with just a wave of his hand. When he accidentally met her and began to dote on his wife, he spared not even his own mother. Everyone envied her, yet they didn't know his adoration was truly exhausting her. "You're not allowed to wear backless dresses, and skirts must not rise above the knee. No kissing scenes, no physical contact with male actors, and you must be home by eight o'clock every night."

All I wanted to do was draw. I’m Eli Walker. Quiet. Awkward. Invisible to most people—except my best friend Jay, a loudmouth pervert with zero shame. My life was simple: go to school, avoid attention, and sketch the world around me. Until Valentine’s Day. That’s when three girls confessed to me at the same time—each holding chocolate... and each having somehow seen my secret sketches of them. Now, I’m stuck in a whirlwind of stolen glances, jealous standoffs, love letters, and accidental fanservice—while Jay cheers me on like this is some kind of anime. The worst part? More girls keep falling for me. And all I did was draw. I didn’t mean to build a light harem. But my pencil might have other plans.

[TRIGGER WARNING: Mature Content + Dark Themes] Having spent her life avoiding the spotlight, María Jośe never imagined she’d be the one to bring shame to her esteemed De la Vega family. With beauty as captivating as a field of lilies, she is the prized daughter of an ambitious father who cares more for his reputation than his children’s happiness. When Álvaro Montenegro, the arrogant heir to the Alpha title, sets his sights on her as his chosen Luna, María Jośe is desperate for a way out. But everything changes when the Moon Goddess answers her prayer in the most unexpected way: María Jośe discovers she is an Omega—wolfless and the lowest rank in the pack. Once held in awe, she is now shunned; a source of shame to her father and a target for ridicule in the pack. As her life turns upside down , María Jośe's hatred for the pack grows. The only solace she finds is in her growing, forbidden bond with Axel Montenegro—Álvaro’s older brother, who has long turned his back on the pack. These two developed a love-hate friendship born from their shared disdain for the pack’s cruelty, which slowly evolves into a passionate and secret romance. But when Álvaro discovers Axel’s interest in María Jośe, jealousy ignites within him and he suddenly wants María Jośe as his own. Love, vengeance, and betrayal all brewed into a whirlwind of drama, desires, and deadly comebacks. Will María Jośe rise from the ashes of her former life, or will she be consumed by the power struggles of the pack she despises? Will she give in to the oldest brother who is scared of commitment or the younger one who fiercely seeks redemption? ______ EXCERPT: “Axel, no. We… can’t do this!” I jolted back when he pulled up my skirt. As if to retaliate, Axel grabbed my wrist and yanked my body to his. “We can do whatever I say we can do, María José.” “I’m your brother’s reject. Do you even hear yourself right now? He didn’t want me, Axel. What does that make me to you?” “I don’t care about Álvaro’s foolishness. It's his loss for losing a woman like you.” “Okay, I must confess. I'm not worried about him either. It's Rosa… you're getting engaged to my sister in a month!” “Let me remind you, María José—I don’t give a fuck about that either.” No matter how hard I jerked, Axel wasn’t letting me go. And part of me so, so foolishly didn’t want him to.

Love is "Growing Together". Love is "Realizing that a flaw makes each other perfect." Love has countless definitions. Reveal the defi…. PROLOGUE The story takes place in the beautiful Indian cEKANSHity of Dehradun. It is the twisted romance of BHAIRAVI (aka AARNA). The novel explores college life! Here, Bhairavi changed her name to hide her identity. Her code name is Aarna. Why? Let's take a look together. The story will be told from the point of view of both main actors. Sometimes also the author's point of view. You will be informed about the POV at the beginning of each chapter. As I am busy with my college and studies, parts will be published every alternate day including Sunday. [The characters and plot are only the author's imagination. No one is harmed in the real world.] PROLOGUE: (flash of what happens later in the story, it changes fate all) Author's POV: She walked quietly through the dark corridor of the college. She didn't want to leave. She loved the city. She loved the people who live here. She loved the air and everything! Since the electricity had been cut off, it was completely dark. It also thundered. She could hear her ankles jingling as she moved. She wore a floral print skirt and a flat crop top, leaving her dark brown hair down to her upper waist. She was forcefully heading to the administrative office to collect her TC. A tear welled up in her eye because no she wanted to go back to her past life. She hated it. And after coming to this city, she hated it even more. She walked slowly and wiped her tears with her left hand. “BHAIRAVI!!”, someone called from behind. She stood motionless as thoughts clouded her mind. No. No one can know who I am. I don't want them to know my real name. That will make it harder for me.. She turned with an absent mind. Like her she answered the name, the person in front of her having just been confirmed in her true identity. Her eyes were full of tears, so she couldn't see the person clearly. She focused the torchlight on him. Ekansh. who else would it be? He stared at her. He had no idea of ​​her pain. She had always been a mystery to him. And he loved mysteries. So he wanted to solve it. He never gives up until he finds his roots. And he managed to find the roots of this mystery. “Bhairavi,” he said calmly, this time slowly pacing back and forth towards her. "How do you know my real name?" she asked as her heart rate rose. He was standing very close to her. His face tilted parallel to hers. The gap was less than a few centimeters. She shivered as her eyes caught his. He grabbed her waist with his left hand to erase the remaining gap. She was breathing hard because she was tired from crying. And now his actions made her knees buckle. “I love you Bhairavi,” he said, stroking her cheek with his right thumb. She didn't know how to answer. She didn't want one more thing to be added to the list she had to leave behind. When she didn't answer, he realized she was in pain. Now he could only see her tears flowing faster. He lowered his face slightly to capture her lips. Sometimes falling in love is the easiest thing. How far would you go to save it?

Synopsis: Noa Aizawa as a frustrated junior crew member at a TV station, she spends her days with a sketchbook where she pours out all her longing to draw her dream guy, Ren Kurosawa Until one day, A ray of light from her sketchbook emerges from a scribbled pencil line and suddenly a man crawls out of the page. This man calls himself Reno, wears a half-buttoned shirt, speaks like an anime reject and insists that he is here to "help her find true love." What happens next is a messy romance

Sinopsis: Di sebuah desa terpencil yang dikelilingi hutan lebat, terdapat larangan tak tertulis untuk tidak memasuki Hutan Bisu saat malam purnama. Konon, hutan itu menyimpan kutukan kuno—ritual terlarang yang harus terus dijalankan oleh seseorang... atau seluruh desa akan membayar harganya. Ketika seorang pemuda bernama Arya melanggar larangan itu demi mencari adiknya yang hilang, ia menemukan kebenaran mengerikan tentang apa yang sebenarnya terjadi setiap malam bulan penuh.

Di sebuah desa yang tenang dan terpencil, tersembunyi jalan sempit yang membelah ladang tebu—jalan yang tidak pernah dilewati warga setelah matahari terbenam. Jalan itu dikenal dengan satu nama yang dibisikkan penuh ketakutan: Sumala. Konon, Sumala adalah arwah penasaran dari seorang wanita yang dibakar hidup-hidup oleh warga desa karena dituduh sebagai dukun pengirim santet. Sejak kematiannya, siapa pun yang melewati jalan itu setelah gelap akan melihat sosok wanita bergaun putih, berdiri diam di antara tebu, matanya merah menyala... dan tak pernah bisa pulang. Raka, seorang pemuda kota yang datang untuk menyelidiki kisah ini demi konten horor di media sosial, menantang larangan itu. Ia menyalakan motornya dan masuk ke jalan Sumala saat malam mulai turun—tak tahu bahwa kamera hanyalah saksi bisu, dan tidak semua cerita layak untuk dikejar. Karena begitu ia melihat pantulan di kaca spion… terlambat untuk kembali. https://heylink.me/duniabet_viral/

Sinopsis: Di wilayah terpencil yang tak tercatat dalam peta, terdapat kisah tentang sebuah kampung yang lenyap setiap malam Jumat. Konon, siapa pun yang masuk menjelang malam dan belum keluar sebelum adzan Maghrib, akan ikut lenyap bersama kampung itu. Dedi, seorang jurnalis yang menyelidiki kisah mistis tersebut, justru menemukan kebenaran yang tak bisa ia tulis—karena untuk keluar dari kampung itu, bukan hanya waktu yang harus diperhatikan... tapi juga diam-diam yang tidak boleh dilanggar.

Sinopsis: Di sebuah desa terpencil, berdiri sebuah rumah tua yang telah lama ditinggalkan. Warga menyebutnya Rumah Kosong Angker. Tak ada yang berani mendekat, apalagi masuk. Konon, siapa pun yang menginap di sana akan hilang atau kembali dalam keadaan tak waras. Suatu malam, seorang jurnalis muda bernama Raka datang untuk membuktikan bahwa semua itu hanya mitos. Ia memutuskan bermalam di dalam rumah sambil merekam segala kejadian. Namun, menjelang tengah malam, suara langkah kaki tanpa wujud mulai terdengar. Cermin memantulkan bayangan lain. Lantai berderit seperti menyimpan rahasia. Dan saat pintu kamar tertutup sendiri, Raka sadar: rumah itu tidak kosong... ia hanya sedang menunggu pengganti. Keesokan harinya, kamera ditemukan di depan pintu. Tapi Raka? Tak pernah ditemukan.

SINOPSIS: Desa Penari Dalam perjalanan tugas kuliah ke sebuah desa terpencil di pelosok Jawa Timur, sekelompok mahasiswa mengalami kejadian ganjil yang tak bisa dijelaskan logika. Desa itu tenang, namun menyimpan aura mencekam yang sulit dijelaskan. Warga tampak tertutup, dan ada satu peringatan yang selalu diulang: “Jangan melewati batas tapal penari.” Namun larangan itu dilanggar. Saat malam tiba, suara gamelan bergema dari arah hutan, dan bayangan seorang wanita menari diiringi asap kemenyan mulai menampakkan diri. Satu per satu dari mereka mulai mengalami hal-hal aneh — kerasukan, mimpi buruk yang terasa nyata, dan bahkan kehilangan kesadaran. Di balik ritual-ritual misterius dan senyum dingin warga desa, tersembunyi sosok yang disebut Badarawuhi — penari gaib penjaga desa, yang dendamnya belum selesai. Siapa pun yang tidak tahu aturan, akan menjadi bagian dari tariannya... selamanya.

Sinopsis – Kuburan Keramat Di sebuah desa terpencil yang dikelilingi hutan lebat, terdapat sebuah kuburan tua yang tidak pernah disentuh siapa pun selama puluhan tahun. Warga setempat menyebutnya Kuburan Keramat, tempat di mana orang-orang yang pernah mencoba merusaknya mengalami nasib mengerikan: menghilang tanpa jejak atau ditemukan tak bernyawa dengan wajah membiru penuh ketakutan. Rasa penasaran membawa sekelompok remaja nekat masuk ke sana untuk merekam konten horor demi viral di media sosial. Namun malam itu berubah menjadi mimpi buruk saat satu per satu dari mereka mulai melihat sosok wanita berjubah putih dengan mata menyala—penunggu kuburan yang dipercaya sebagai arwah perempuan yang dikorbankan secara mistis ratusan tahun lalu. Semakin mereka mencoba keluar, semakin dalam mereka terjebak dalam lingkaran kutukan. Waktu terasa berhenti, dan tanah pun mulai berbisik. Siapa yang bisa selamat dari tempat terlarang itu? Atau... apakah semua sudah ditakdirkan menjadi bagian dari Kuburan Keramat selamanya?

AE never meant to fall for her. At first, his heart belonged to someone else—L, the quiet crush who made loving feel safe because it never had to be real. But then came K: bold, bright, and unexpected. What started as a borrowed pencil and a side hug turned into deep feelings, late-night texts, shared drawings—and, eventually, heartbreak. When AE finally confessed, she told him she had eyes for someone else… but ended up with a guy who was never part of the story until that moment. Left behind, AE starts to question everything: Did he ever matter? Was she laughing with him… or at him? Now, AE writes it all down—the way it began, the way it hurt, and the way it never really ended. But what happens if K reads this story herself? A raw, poetic tale of first love, betrayal, and the memories we wish we could forget.

Di hutan terpencil Bukit Tunduan, satu demi satu nyawa melayang secara misteri. Laporan kehilangan, mayat tanpa wajah, dan jeritan malam menjadi mimpi ngeri penduduk sekitar. Polis diarahkan menyiasat — dan pegawai khas Adam dihantar ke lokasi. Tapi bagi Adam, misi ini bukan sekadar tugas… ia peribadi. Zara, rakan sekolah yang dulu sering bertelingkah dengannya — kini hilang di hutan itu. Mereka pernah benci. Tapi di sebalik benci itu, cinta diam-diam berbunga… yang belum sempat berakar. Semasa operasi menyelamat, Adam mula mendengar bisikan yang bukan dari manusia. Dia menemui lukisan mengerikan, ayat-ayat ghaib diukir atas kulit pokok, dan bayang hitam yang memerhati tanpa suara. Zara ditemui — hidup. Tapi berubah. Dia sering termenung, bercakap dalam tidur, dan tubuhnya mengeluarkan bau aneh. Adam cuba melindunginya… namun semakin mereka mendekati kebenaran, semakin jelas: Zara mungkin bukan lagi sepenuhnya Zara. Dalam keheningan hutan, makhluk itu memanggil. Bukan dengan suara, tapi dengan kenangan, trauma, dan dosa. Dan tidak semua yang hilang mahu diselamatkan. > “Dan janganlah kamu mendekati syaitan. Sesungguhnya syaitan itu musuh yang nyata bagimu.” (Surah Al-Baqarah: 208)

Haruki Minami is perfectly content fading into the background of East Sakuragaoka High—quiet, awkward, and happiest behind the pages of his sketchbook. As the newly appointed president of the nearly-forgotten manga club, all he wants is to draw stories that matter… even if no one else ever sees them. Yuki Tachibana, the feared and flawless student council president, lives by schedules, rules, and sharp-tongued comebacks. But beneath her pristine exterior is a girl who once believed in art—and hasn’t picked up a pencil since. When an unexpected school policy forces Haruki’s club under review, Yuki becomes his reluctant overseer. But what starts as formal inspection turns into stolen afternoons, chaotic clubroom moments, and the slow unraveling of walls they didn’t know they’d built. And as Haruki’s newest manga begins to look suspiciously familiar—featuring a tsundere student council president and a shy boy with a pencil in hand—Yuki begins to realize: She’s not just reading his story. She’s living it.

Emperor Yongning liked his daughter, but he gave birth to eighteen sons in a row. For this reason, he specially asked the master to fortune-telling. Did he have a daughter? The master told him, “Your Majesty, you have a daughter, and the daughter was born long ago.” Emperor Yongning waved his hand and said, “I only have eighteen sons and no daughters.” Master: “No, you have only seventeen sons.” The other is a daughter. Emperor Yongning: “Absolutely impossible.” Until one day, Emperor Yongning saw his eighteenth son Jun Ning, wearing a double-ring bun, wearing a pink skirt, pretending to be a little girl, and excitedly said to him: “Father, I am It’s not the prince, I’m the little princess you always miss!” Emperor Yongning: “…What nonsense, you are my son.” Jun Ning: “No, I’m your daughter.” “Come on, give me a medical examination!” After the test, it turned out to be a daughter. Emperor Yongning: He, he has a precious daughter.

Meet Simba—a broke village boy with rich-boy confidence, fake graduation pics, and a borrowed blazer two sizes too big. From photoshopping his way into Harvard to faking a faint in church to avoid donating money, Simba’s life is one long episode of lies, Wi-Fi bundles, and embarrassing miracles. In a world where social media clout is more important than the truth, Simba will do whatever it takes to look successful—even if it means renting cars, collapsing on cue, or pretending to Zoom from China while standing behind a toilet. FAKE LIFE is a wild, hilarious ride through a young man’s desperate mission to look important, sound international, and avoid real work at all costs. Warning: this story may cause stomach pain from excessive laughter and suspicious trust issues.

When a childhood accident leaves Korin with amnesia and an altered personality a little too creepy for comfort, she is sanctioned to a mountain and forbidden from leaving. Twenty two years later, as an ancient power begins to awaken, mysterious men, cultists, and beings from other realms funnel into her world. The reclusive and listless woman can only skirt the impending chaos for so long as forces unknown to her begin to close in.

Kingston Wealth, who is he??? Most popular in New York,, No one as ever beat him to the tittle most popular. If perfection is a person,, he will gladly be given the tittle, no that's what everyone sees him...The most popular Playboy in New York,Ever lady's dream guy. He his always after any thing under skirt and never got tired of its,He has Never...if it's not about skirt count him out of it,He has never dated. Not in this lifetime has it ever occured to him to date, The Word LOVE is not for someone like him. Meet, Brianna Morris....A girl who has always wanted to be Tomboy all her life, even tho she has got the look every girls dreamed to have she has never been pleased with being a girl,Not Ever!! She has always dressed like a Boy from her childhood which her mum was strictly against, but she ended up running away from home just to leave the life she has always wanted, what more she is a troublemaker, Her middle name actually. What happened when she finally got accepted in the same school as the KINGSTON!! What happened if these Crazy Souls Meet??

Di dunia yang dikoyak oleh ambisi para kultivator dan keabadian semu, seorang pemuda lemah dari desa terpencil harus menanggung kehinaan dan tekanan batin yang menghancurkan. Namun saat harapan seolah mati, takdir membuka celah—sebuah jalan kultivasi asing dan terlupakan muncul di hadapannya. Dengan darah, air mata, dan tekad baja, ia menapaki jalur yang tak bisa dipahami oleh siapa pun. Inilah kisah dari seorang jiwa yang hancur… yang bangkit menjadi penguasa dunia.

The future was doomed, the present was gloom, the past was regretful. At this point, the only reason I was still alive was because my heart and brain functioned and then one night after a great fap, I woke up to a totally different reality, one where I was in the past. [System installation complete] [Welcome host to the Perverted Sugar Daddy System] [You’ve been taken back in time] I used to be perverted 50 year old man infatuated with younger women in short tight skirts, but now I was in the past with a system. A system that would help me fulfil my perverted desires. I hadn't planned for this, but I sure as hell was ready to milk it. Women, money, fame, from where I stood, all these are at my finger tips. Not only is everyone's mother wife and sister in danger, but so are their companies and territories. it's just a matter of whether I want to own google or be a simple shareholder in Tesla, infact, why not have both. There is the option of being a CEO but I don't want that to interfere with my leisure. My plan is sound and simple but unfortunately you can't eat your cake and have. If I want to be at the top of the world, then I have to be ready to face problems of those at the top, for example. "What do u mean witches are real" TAGS: Mind control, Gangs, manipulation, corruption, oyakodon. PS: All characters in this book are above 18

Demons, gods, strange stories, and the martial arts world. In the tavern, the barmaid of the Hu ethnic group smiled and avoided the hands of others, with her tail swaying under her skirt; in the night market, no one knew how many people were human and how many were ghosts under the hoods; tigers were walking on the mountains and rivers, and an old dragon was sleeping in the Dongting Lake. A sword, a man, and a book. The road is ahead, the way is in the heart, and the sword is in the hand. Slay the demons and monsters, and the gods will retreat. When the true god arrives, there are no taboos.

Sinopsis: Di sebuah desa terpencil, beredar kisah tentang sosok wanita berambut panjang dan bergaun putih yang kerap muncul di malam Jumat Kliwon. Ia dikenal sebagai Sundel Bolong—roh penasaran seorang wanita yang tewas dengan tragis, meninggalkan lubang besar di punggungnya. Penduduk desa percaya bahwa siapa pun yang melihat senyum manisnya… takkan pernah kembali dengan selamat. Kisah ini mengikuti seorang pemuda kota yang pulang kampung, tak percaya pada mitos. Namun malam itu, ia menjadi saksi bisu dari horor yang selama ini hanya dianggap dongeng belaka.

Sinopsis: Misteri Pabrik Gula Di sebuah desa terpencil, berdiri bangunan tua yang kini ditinggalkan—Pabrik Gula Sukma Manis. Dahulu, tempat itu menjadi sumber kehidupan warga. Namun, setelah kebakaran hebat dua puluh tahun silam yang menewaskan puluhan pekerja, pabrik itu ditutup… dan tak pernah dibuka kembali. Konon, setiap malam Jumat Kliwon, terdengar suara mesin berputar dan jeritan minta tolong dari dalam pabrik. Tak ada yang berani mendekat—kecuali Andra, seorang mahasiswa jurnalistik yang ingin membuktikan bahwa semua itu hanya mitos. Namun, malam itu menjadi mimpi buruk. Andra menemukan catatan berdarah, suara rantai diseret, dan sosok wanita bergaun putih dengan wajah gosong yang terus membisikkan: "Aku manis... Tapi aku dibakar hidup-hidup..." Satu per satu, Andra menemukan fakta mengerikan: pabrik itu sengaja dibakar untuk menutupi praktik kelam pengorbanan manusia demi produksi yang "tidak pernah turun". Arwah mereka masih menunggu... tumbal terakhir.

Pining for You Red Lodge Series, Book One Noah Archer has spent a lifetime playing by the rules-small-town cop, hometown boy, quiet crush on the girl who never noticed him. When Juliet Briar, Red Lodge's sunshine-in-a-skirt preschool teacher, suddenly starts seeing him not as the polite kid from high school, but as the man who's always been there, Noah's carefully kept heart doesn't stand a chance. But Juliet's not looking for drama. Noah will have to show her, one steady act at a time, that sometimes, the man you've been waiting for is the one who's always been waiting for you. A small-town romance about second chances, quiet devotion, and falling for the one who's been yours all along.

Mimi's just a regular high school girl... kind of. Cute, sweet, and always glowing in her soft Douyin makeup, she's the type who smiles at strangers and leaves little heart stickers on everything she owns. With golden blonde streaks in her black hair and a closet full of pastel skirts, she's basically a walking filter. But her world flips upside down when her parents suddenly drop a bomb: she's getting married. To a Russian CEO. Who's ten years older. And doesn't even like her. Kijo Volkov is cold, ruthless, and way too busy running her billion-dollar company to care about romance - especially not with some high school girl who thinks love is pink and sparkly. She didn't even show up to their wedding night. Just signed the papers, handed over the penthouse keys, and went back to work like nothing happened. Now Mimi's living in her apartment, completely alone. Every morning she wakes up early to cook breakfast for a wife who never shows up. She goes to school, comes home, makes lunch, and waits. Kijo never texts. Never calls. Barely speaks. But Mimi doesn't give up easily. Even if her wife is cold, Mimi's heart is warm. Even if they barely speak... they still live under one roof. And this marriage? It's legally binding. She didn't ask for this. Neither did Kijo. But fate doesn't care what they want. And hearts don't stay frozen forever. This is a slow-burn, age-gap, enemies-to-lovers sapphic romance filled with tension, emotional walls, late-night gazes... and yes, NSFW scenes throughout. GL (Girl x Girl) Mature / 18+ content Slow burn romance with spice Cold CEO x Soft Schoolgirl vibes

You know what’s funny? These days, every so-called villain story is the same. Some guy gets betrayed, turns cold, starts playing 5D chess with people’s lives, acts heartless—but deep down, he’s always the victim. Always wearing that mask of pain to justify why he’s screwing others over. It’s become a trend. If he’s not manipulating the heroines, crushing the hero under his boots, and pretending like he’s saving the world by destroying it, people say he’s not a real villain—just another edgy antihero. But me? I don’t see villains like that. To me, a villain is just… a human. A man who’s kind when he chooses to be, cruel when he has to be. He’s not trying to prove anything to the world—he just refuses to be someone else’s puppet. And yeah, sometimes that means breaking rules, breaking trust, even breaking people. This story? It’s not about redemption or pity. It’s about a man the world calls a villain, but who’s just doing what he must to survive in a world that was never fair to begin with. He plays fate like a rigged game. The heroines? Destined for someone else? He rewrites that. Make them love him... because he can. The ‘son of heaven’? He crushes him, not for glory—but to show the heavens he’s not below them. Yeah, he lies. Makes promises he never plans to keep. He takes what he wants, even if it means tearing down everything in his way—including love. But if you look a little closer… beneath all that chaos and manipulation… there’s a heart. Not soft. Not perfect. But real. This isn’t the story of a man trying to be a villain. This is the story of a man who stopped pretending to be one. In this story, the heroines will feel. Really feel. Not just cry on cue or exist to fall in love—they’ll ache, rage, doubt, hope. And the villain? He’ll feel too. But not in the way that makes him soft or fragile. No, his emotions make him terrifying. He doesn’t run from what he feels—he owns it. Wields it. Turns it into fuel. So when he falls for someone, it’s not a weakness—it’s a warning. Because once he decides he wants her, he’ll make sure she falls too. Not by luck. Not by fate. By design. That’s the difference. He doesn’t fall in love hoping to be loved back. He falls in love, and then bends her world until it becomes inevitable. And no, he won’t save her out of pity. He’ll destroy anyone who touches what’s his—but never out of mercy. His pity is saved for people who were too shallow to understand him in the first place. See, this villain isn’t the typical archetype. He’s not cold for the sake of being cold. He’s not pretending to be empty inside. He feels more than anyone else—more than the heroines, more than the so-called heroes. That’s what makes him dangerous. He can love deeper. Hurt harder. Manipulate smarter. And that’s why he has to be just a little more ruthless than them all. Because in a world that demands you hide your heart to survive—he doesn’t hide it. He sharpens it. TAGS— Villain MC, Antihero, R-18, Dark, Manipulative Protagonist, Netorare (NTR), Smut, Possessive Male Lead, Yandere, Harem, Reverse NTR, Mature, Psychological, Cold Protagonist, Revenge, No Redemption, Scheming MC, Ruthless MC, Obsession, Overpowered MC, Seduction, Love and Betrayal, Dark Romance, Emotional Manipulation, Heartbreak, Love-Hate Relationship, Power Play, Mind Games, Tragic Past, Slow Burn, Dominant Male Lead, Twisted Love, Alpha Male, Dark Fantasy, System, Morally Grey MC, Complex Relationships, Red Flags, Gaslighting, Unforgivable Actions, Villainous Love Interest, Control, Domination, Ambiguous Morality, Forbidden Romance, MILFs

Raka Wright had just turned 18, it was supposed to be a joyous day. Filled with joy and laughter, instead, the sky split into two. They called it The Merger. That day, a second sun bled through the clouds and stitched the fantasy realm of Arche to Earth. Skyscrapers swallowed by mountains, coastlines vanished in fire, and entire countries burned to ashes. A silver-tongued deity dangled salvation before Raka’s family, then dropped them to their deaths. Where other survivors stretched trembling hands toward divinity, Raka met the gods’ gaze and did not flinch. “If heaven will not mourn with me, let it tremble before me.” Somewhere in the shattered world, time holds its breath around a sleeper wrapped in humming light—an unfinished weapon awaiting its cue. Behold the one forged in the fires of the end of the world, destined to kindle the first light of its rebirth. Things to expect: - Magic mixed with technology - Weak to strong, gets a boost in the beginning but its a hard climb from there. - Slow pacing, like pretty slow - Post Apocalyptic-ish - Action scenes that make sense - God vs Mortal and rewriting fate themes Note: SLOW PACED STORYTELLING! *********** I will also be posting on RoyalRoad . com u der the same name. https: //www . royalroad . com /profile/707226/ fictions **********

In the sacred kingdom of Elysera, under a sky blessed by twin suns and songs of angels, the Great Holy Ritual of Summoning was finally completed. A blinding pillar of light exploded at the center of the Grand Cathedral. The High Saintess Seraphiel, a woman of divine beauty and infinite patience, stepped forward with grace. Beside her stood the Female Chosen One, a young warrior with a silver sword and an expression sharp enough to cut demons. The light faded, revealing their long-awaited savior. The Male Chosen One. But what emerged from the divine light… was not what they expected. A young man in ragged pajamas, holding a manga in one hand and mumbling something about “panty shots,” stood blinking in the holy chamber. "HOLY CHOSEN ONE!" Seraphiel announced, her voice echoing through the stained glass halls. "Yo," said the man, scratching his butt. "Wait, is this… an isekai? SWEET! Are there elves?" Seraphiel, maintaining her saintly calm, bowed slightly. "Brave one, your destiny is to defeat the Demon King and save our world—" Before she could finish, the Male Chosen One turned and locked eyes with the Female Chosen One. Then—without hesitation—he lunged forward and tried to lift her skirt. Time seemed to slow. A hush fell across the cathedral. SLAP! The sound echoed like divine thunder. THWACK! A well-aimed kick launched the pervert into a stained glass window featuring the image of a benevolent angel. He crashed through it and landed in the holy fountain. "B-BUT THAT’S HOW IT STARTS IN THE MANGA!" he sputtered, coughing water. The Female Chosen One, glaring, muttered, “That’s the Demon King, right? We summoned the wrong guy.” Seraphiel pinched the bridge of her nose and sighed. “...Perhaps fate has a sense of humor.” And so began the chaotic journey of a very perverted "hero", a holy saintess barely holding it together, and a Female Chosen One who seriously considered joining the demon army instead.