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Nova scrambled backwards, panting hard, her short locks clinging to her damp forehead as she watched this predator stalk towards her. The vibrant and lively forest hushed, almost holding its breath to watch the scene unfold. Great, she had an audience for what would surely be a gruesome death. Death looked... a little... rugged and in nothing but a loin cloth, defined by slabs of muscle, a trail of hair leading down to such a small piece of cloth to hide a large- A spine-chilling growl snapped her gaze back up to meet his golden-red eyes, fiery, and intense, glaring at Nova as he slammed his hands either side of her head. Pieces of bark crumbled down from the impact. "I told you not to run..." He threatened, his eyes piercing hers, his voice more guttural than she'd heard from any male. His eyes clenched shut as his body trembled. "My instinct is to always stalk, always chase... until I get what I want.." Their faces were inches apart. She could feel his hot breath fanning her face. The forest was humid and hot, and his body was so close to hers that it was almost unbearable. The gruff voice, those words and the intensity of those eyes that reminded her of sunsets caused goosebumps to flourish across her arms. "What do you want?" Nova swallowed, not recognising her voice. She was so out of her depth. His chest rumbled, and more bark crumbled down from behind her head. "You..." Her breath hitched. "To. Do. As. You're. Told." - Paradise was what Nova Winslow was promised when her boyfriend whisked her away to Isla De Tayun, the perfect getaway for their busy lives. It was untouched, pristine, a hidden gem. But it had remained that way for a reason. The island doesn’t want visitors. And neither do the natives. What should have been a romantic retreat, drinking from coconuts and lounging on white-sandy beaches together, turns into a holiday from hell. Mid-argument with her soon-to-be ex, Nova stumbles into a lake. When she resurfaces, her boyfriend, the path she came from, and the resort have vanished. Alone, stranded, and with little survival skills, Nova has only a wet phone with no signal, a pair of heels, and an irrational fear of bats—which are everywhere. She is out of her depth when she falls into a mystical world of beasts. Hunted by tribesmen, stalked by beasts that shouldn't exist, and hearing animals speak, she has no choice but to trust the wild beast the forest itself fears—Yoa, a wanted man. Together, they flee the tribes pursuing them all while battling her growing attraction to Yoa. Can she survive the wild and make it back to her civilised life? Or will she lose herself to the untamed world—and to the man who belongs to it? #Beast #Ssssteamy #Adventure #Mythical #R18 -- THERE WILL BE MATURE CONTENT!! -- If you are enjoying the story, please vote with a power stone, leave comments and review! -- Cover Image: In the middle of getting one commissioned. My Instagram: @kelly_starrz My new discord server: https://discord.gg/MHMdRRqUYa

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!

He may have lost his memories, but he hasn't forgotten the warmth of her touch. Camilla Brentwood seemed to have it all. His love, his ring, and a promise of forever. She enjoyed all that until a stormy night changed everything. Billionaire Andrew Millers awakens from a coma with no memory of the woman who once held his heart. Instead, he finds Tanis, Camilla’s best friend who has now become a clever imposter, claiming his affection, his identity, and soon… his surname. Caught in a harsh web of lies and deceit, Camilla must battle not just for the truth, but for the man who once cherished only her. But how do you win back a heart that doesn’t recognize you… and doesn’t believe you? As secrets unfold, old passions reignite, and betrayal cuts deeper than ever, Camilla teeters on the brink of obsession and redemption. In this relentless struggle of love and memory—who will he ultimately choose when his heart starts to remember what his mind has forgotten? Excerpt (Teaser): "You look at me like we ‘ve shared something… something deep between us." Camilla's voice quivered, yet she remained steady. Her eyes locked onto his, caught in the whirlwind of feelings that had been building within her since the moment he forgot her. Andrew "Drew" Millers, the man who once ignited her passion and stirred her heart, stood mere inches away. His smoky eyes and tempting lips were unchanged, but now they felt empty. Frigid. Still, there was a flicker behind his lashes—something unspoken and unsettling. He took a step closer. His cologne enveloped her, dark leather mingled with memories of forbidden nights. His presence filled the air, making it hard to breathe, hard to think. "Do I know you?" he asked, his voice a smooth, low rasp that had once made her weak in the knees. Now, it felt like a sharp blade. Camilla's breath caught in her throat. Her fingers clenched at her sides. "You used to explore every part of me with your hands," she murmured, searching his expression. "You called me your home... your everything….. we imagined a future together" His jaw tightened. She pressed on. "You once said," she continued, her voice now a fierce whisper, “that even if you lost your memory, your body would still long for mine before your mind could catch up.” Silence hung heavily between them. Then his gaze fell to her lips. He moved without thinking, or perhaps it was the instinct that drove him. One hand cradled her jaw, while the other gripped her waist as if he were relearning how to breathe. And then… He kissed her. Passionately. Desperately. Like instinct had finally broken free. Tanis's voice cut through the moment like a sharp knife. "Drew!" He pulled away from Camilla as if he had been scorched, but his breath was uneven, and his pupils were wide. "What the hell was that?" he demanded. Camilla's smile was tinged with sadness. "That," she replied softly, "was your soul recalling what your mind has forgotten." [Add to collection to see what Tanis does next—and why Drew finds himself calling out Camilla’s name in his sleep the following night… with Tanis lying right next to him, making him question everything… especially the woman he believes he’s about to marry.]

The whisper in the dark, the veins beneath the leather, the pulse of something not quite human—yes, I saw the way your eyes lingered on the Book. You felt it too, didn’t you? Let me offer you a word of advice. This is not a tale of heroes. Nor of redemption. This is the story of a whisper—a lie so convincing it becomes truth, a truth so heavy it breaks the mind. Our protagonist—if you dare call him that—is Silas Mortis, wearing the name of a future catastrophe. No prophecy sings of him. No light shines his path. He walks not toward glory, but toward ruin wrapped in silk and secrets. He did not transmigrate with cheat systems or golden fingers. No heavenly blessings. No plot armor. Only a Book that whispers… and a fate far crueler than any god could author. But perhaps, that is his true power. To lie. To twist. To whisper. Not with swords or spells… but with words that echo into the soul, with truths that devour sanity, and half-truths that turn kings into monsters. Silas is not a savior. He is the rumor you dismiss until it becomes reality. He is the footnote in another’s story… who quietly rewrites the entire book. And the book? Ah yes… the Book that should not exist. It is not his servant. It is not his master. The author of despair. You thought this was just a scream in the night? No, dear reader. This was the book of unraveling. Welcome to the Whisperer’s Tale. And remember— Not everything whispered into your ear… is meant to be heard.

Durin stroked the black cat on the armrest of his chair, sitting on the black leather sofa. Through the glasses perched on his nose, his gaze passed over the long table in front of him and settled on the man kneeling on the carpet: "I understand, you've made money in Naples, your business has been very successful, and you've led a happy life. You've had those secret police, friends in both the law and the underground, and even the Royal Family speaking on your behalf." "You don't need a friend like me, I know that. You're afraid of owing me a favor, and you don't want to get involved in troubles." "But now you come to me and say, 'I beg you, Mr. Durin of the Corleon family, please help me seek justice, so that my life and my family will not suffer and sink into despair.' Yet, in your eyes, I was nothing more than a second-rate artist involved in movies and music. Even at the brink of death, you still show me such disrespect, not even willing to call me by my title... Keeper of Secrets."

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?

For twenty years since his soul had transmigrated, Bailuo thought this was an ordinary world, until one day, a black leather book appeared in his mind. "Is there magic in this world?" Facing Bailuo's question, his uncle remained unwavering as he said, "No." "But there are miracles." "What are miracles?" "A sword that can release flames, a pot that can pour out gold, a beautiful girl grown from a fruit." The uncle said, "Controlling the mist, bringing the storm, commanding the thunder." "Magic!" Bailuo raised his hand and pointed, "This is definitely magic!" "No." His uncle said, "These are truly miracles." Years later, when Bailuo looked upon the nation he had built with his own hands, that magnificent and majestic sight, he agreed with what his uncle had said all those years ago, "This is a miracle..."

Apprentice, go down the mountain and seek your senior sister, let her teach you the art of bone-setting and to promote Taoist magic. Chu Yi's wish was finally fulfilled, girls! Here I come! It's just that...

“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?”

``` Uma corrida noturna mudou a vida de Aila para sempre após ser envolvida em uma batalha entre lobisomens e caçadores. Ela é subitamente sequestrada pelos ditos caçadores e descobre segredos sobre seu passado e seu futuro enquanto embarca em uma jornada para descobrir quem ou o que ela realmente é. Problemas surgem um após o outro quando ela finalmente escapa do alcance dos caçadores, apenas para ser acolhida pelo feroz Alfa da Matilha Crescente de Prata. Ao contrário da maioria que o teme, Aila desafia sua autoridade a cada passo do caminho à medida que aprende mais sobre si mesma e sobre o dominante e possessivo Alfa que tenta reivindicá-la. Será que cabeças vão colidir em uma batalha de vontades, ou eles podem trabalhar juntos e ajudar a manter o mundo oculto das criaturas seguro dos caçadores? Junte-se a Aila em sua jornada de redescobrimento, amor, ria e chore junto com ela neste romance repleto de ação e cenas quentes. ----- Vencedora do Tier de Ouro no Concurso de Prompt de Escrita #161 - Metamorfos. ------ *** ESPIADA *** [ CONTEÚDO MADURO ] "Olhos pra cá, Aila." Ele ríspido; sua voz dura fez com que ela olhasse em seus olhos, e ela foi imediatamente capturada por seu olhar gélido. Ela não conseguiu desviar o olhar do dele enquanto ele se aproximava dela, seus movimentos lentos como se estivesse pronto para saltar sobre ela, sua presa. Sem pensar, ela se levantou da posição em que estava, pronta para correr, mas ele a agarrou e prendeu suas mãos contra a cama. Ele moveu seu joelho para frente, separando as pernas dela que resistiram apenas por um segundo antes de permitir a entrada do seu joelho. Ele empurrou lentamente para o espaço entre as coxas dela, fazendo-a ofegar com o contato súbito. "Você gosta de me desobedecer, Aila?" Ele rosnou; Aila ficou confusa por um momento até se lembrar de como facilmente ela desafiava suas ordens. Ele ainda estava realmente bravo desde mais cedo? Mas quando ela procurou em seu rosto por uma resposta, logo encontrou. Ele estava definitivamente irritado desde mais cedo. "Para ser bem honesta, eu gosto. Te coloca no seu lugar," Aila sorriu ironicamente ao encontrar seus olhos ardentes. Ele abaixou seu rosto para perto do dela, a pressão do seu joelho entre as pernas dela aumentou, fazendo-a morder o lábio inferior. "Resposta errada," Ele rosnou antes de morder seu lábio afastando-o dos dentes. ----- *AVISO* CONTEÚDO MADURO: Violência Gráfica Linguagem Forte Conteúdo Sexual Abuso -- 【Volume 1: Completo】 【Volume 2: Completo】 【Volume 3: EM BREVE - Agosto de 2024. #InimigosParaAmantes #QuímicaForte #ToqueNelaEVoceMorre 】 -- Se você está gostando da história, por favor vote com uma pedra do poder, deixe comentários e uma resenha! -- Imagem da Capa: Encomendada por @if._art Meu Instagram: @kelly_starrz Meu novo servidor no discord: https://discord.gg/MHMdRRqUYa ```

Casarse con su mejor amigo era un sueño hecho realidad para Kelly, pero todo verdaderamente tiene una limitación. Pierce es el primer amor de Kelly, pero como su mejor amiga, ella sabía bien que siempre había otra mujer en lo profundo de su corazón. Lexi Gilbert. La mujer que Pierce nunca pudo olvidar aunque ya había sido acordado casarse con Kelly. *** Kelly finalmente se dio cuenta de que su feliz matrimonio de los últimos tres años era solo un bello sueño cuando Pierce pidió el divorcio solo porque Lexi había regresado. Solo podía ser su mejor amiga, incluso si estaba esperando su bebé. *** Dado que su amistad se había convertido en una jaula, Kelly eligió liberarlo, así como liberarse de su miseria. Pero entonces, ¿por qué fue Pierce quien se negó a seguir adelante? Para empeorar las cosas, su diabólico hermanastro también intervino de manera dominante al mismo tiempo, pidiéndole que fuera suya. *** ¿Su príncipe azul contra su hermanastro diabólico? ¿Cómo podría Kelly salvar su corazón en esta batalla de amor y odio?

Menikahi sahabatnya adalah impian yang menjadi kenyataan bagi Kelly, tetapi semuanya benar-benar memiliki batasan. Pierce adalah cinta pertama Kelly, tetapi sebagai sahabatnya, dia tahu selalu ada wanita lain di dalam hatinya yang dalam. Lexi Gilbert. Wanita yang tidak bisa Pierce lupakan meskipun dia sudah ditunangkan untuk menikahi Kelly. *** Kelly akhirnya menyadari bahwa pernikahan bahagia mereka selama tiga tahun terakhir hanyalah mimpi indah ketika Pierce meminta cerai hanya karena Lexi kembali. Dia hanya bisa menjadi sahabatnya meskipun dia sedang mengandung bayi mereka. *** Karena persahabatan mereka telah menjadi sangkar, Kelly memilih untuk membebaskan dia, serta dirinya yang menderita. Tetapi mengapa kemudian, Pierce menjadi orang yang menolak untuk melanjutkan? Untuk memperburuk keadaan, saudara tirinya yang jahat juga masuk dengan dominan pada saat yang bersamaan, memintanya untuk menjadi miliknya. *** Pangeran Tampannya vs. Saudara Tiri Setannya? Bagaimana Kelly bisa menyelamatkan hatinya dalam pertarungan cinta dan benci ini?

In a world where death has been defeated by technology, humanity is divided between two irreconcilable camps: the transhumanists, who seek immortality through the digitalization of the mind, and the purists, who defend the human essence and see technology as a threat to the soul. In the midst of this war, Cooper Tower, a disenchanted employee of a transhumanist corporation, discovers that his routine job hides secrets that could change the fate of humanity. It all begins when Cooper meets Kelly, an eight-year-old boy whose mind has been transferred to a database after a tragic accident. As he interacts with Kelly, Cooper begins to question whether what he hears is really the child's soul or just a simulation created by artificial intelligence. Is Kelly a living person trapped in a machine, or just an illusion designed to comfort the living? When the organization is attacked by the Purists, Cooper is forced to flee with the data card containing Kelly's mind. On his way, he crosses paths with Sandy, a police detective investigating the Purist attacks. Although Sandy secretly sympathizes with the Purists, her encounter with Cooper and Kelly leads her to question everything she thinks she knows about life, death and the soul.

Elaine Monroe never meant to fall in love with him. She never meant for her heart to betray her like this. But as she watches him stand beside another, hand resting on the waist of the woman he’s meant to be with, she wonders if she was always destined to be the outsider. "You knew," she says, voice barely above a whisper. "You knew how I felt." His jaw tightens, but he doesn’t deny it. He never does. "It wouldn’t have changed anything," he finally says. She laughs bitterly. "I know." Loving him was always impossible. He belonged to someone else. To his family’s expectations. To a future where Elaine had no place. "Forget whatever you think you feel," he tells her, voice firm, but there’s something unspoken in his eyes—something that makes it hurt even more. "It will never happen." And yet, his gaze lingers, just for a second too long. Then there’s her best friend—the one who stands beside her when the world turns its back. The one who sees her pain without asking. "You don’t have to do this to yourself," he says, handing her his jacket on a cold night. "You deserve more than waiting for someone who will never be yours." She wants to believe him. She wants to move forward. But some loves are impossible to forget. Some wounds never truly heal. And some desires, no matter how forbidden, refuse to die. _____ "loving him best decision i ever made" Elaine "you are my world"

A little blood sucking, with a touch of BDSM. Kelly, Ryder, and Pandora recall their parts in the coming apocalypse. Delve into the scene with Kelly and Marcus, as they explore new fetishes. Ryder and Catalym spice it up with sex magic. And finally, Pandora and Kevlar’s explosive love affair burst off the pages. Join this coven of vampires, as they navigate sex, love, and the dangerous world they live in.

[ COMPLETE ] As a rogue werewolf on the run, Esme tries to live her life in the present, wondering if she will have a future and hiding from her past. She moves from place to place, never staying for more than four months at a time, leaving before any attachments are formed, and she is nothing but a ghost, a girl they used to know. After surviving on her own for two years, keeping to the shadows and blending in for so long, she is suddenly thrust into the spotlight when the city she stumbled across is controlled by none other than the Vampire King, Gabriel, the ruthless. He is intrigued by the she-wolf who chooses to live among vampires and decides to keep his natural enemy close to his side. But the more Esme tries to hide her true self, the more Gabriel is drawn to her. For someone accustomed to being alone and not leaning on anyone for help, will Esme open up to the one person who can see through her attitude for what it really is.. a painful past covered in scars? ** DISCLAIMER ** Mature Content (R18+): Abuse, Graphic violence, References to suicide, Domestic violence, Sexual content, Strong language. This is part of HUNTED universe. Cover is mine and created by @if._art My instagram: @kelly_starrz New discord server: https://discord.gg/MHMdRRqUYa --- Short side story after: Taste of Vengeance "Live an eternity as the very thing you despise." A curse he had to live by. A woman he wanted to kill. A woman he became obsessed with. This is a short side story with dark themes.

The students of Mrs Valley are going to paris! After they board the plane Alex gets a premonition that the plane will crash, he saves 6 of his classmates 1 college student and his teacher, soon every survivor starts to DIE will he stop this chain of events or will he die like the others.. Read the story to find out! Characters Alexander Brenzen Juliette Eriks Katelyn Irenis Carter Horee Valentina Valley Laneyya Marche Billy Pitch Brian Thompson Tod Yervin Teni Yervin Kelly Renny Elin Brenzen Emma Rodriguez Louise Kennet

Humiliated and in heat, Idalia was forced to attend the Moonlight Masquerade in hopes of finding a mate to satisfy her body's needs. Vulnerable to her desires, she ran into the woods to escape a potential scandal. But when a masked man catches her, his touch tosses all reasoning aside. What should have been a simple humiliating event for the princess turns into a night of passion. There was one problem though: she couldn't remember who she mated with! The slave who carried her to bed. The knight who knelt before her and offered his canines for touching her. The sworn enemy Alpha Prince, who confessed his love for her. Follow Idalia as she navigates between three Weres. One is a pretty guy eager to please her to escape his fate, another trying to reclaim his honour while unable to control his desires, and the last is a villain using her for his goals, but a flame festers between them at every interaction. A slave, a knight and a villain prince, who will she choose? [ Mature Content ] "You smell like the sun." His strides are long and confident, heading in my direction like he knows exactly what he wants. He stops before me, and my head tips back. "How is that possible?" His voice drops to a rumbling whisper. Now that he was close to me, the burning ache deep within started to throb and palpitate. His body tensed, and then he was on me, nose against my neck, inhaling deeply, one hand on the side of my hair, pinning me in place with his hips. My head tilts back, unable to stop myself from giving into his touch, exposing my neck more to him, his chest rumbling as he licks the side of my skin, kissing and nipping, placing his scent over me. I am completely and utterly at his mercy. I vaguely hear material ripping, and then his warm hand cups me. "You're not finished yet," his voice is thick and deep, and it shoots straight to my tingling, pulsing core. His touch is almost possessive, and I nearly beg him to do whatever he wants with me. "Should I make it better?" His whisper is a caress against my ear before he nips the lobe, a bite promising that this would not be tender. - Daily chapter uploads -

With the descent of the first blood rain, the world underwent a dramatic transformation. Once bustling cities became playgrounds for zombies. Some people merely survive in this post-apocalyptic world, while others thrive using their strength in this new world. Opportunists are on the move, and lone wanderers roam the land. Firearms, artillery, superhumans, and mutated creatures drive the world in a new direction. Clove Russell is reborn at the dawn of the apocalypse, leveraging his Space Element superpower to unlock the genetic limits of the human body, dominating the post-apocalyptic world without rival. Linda: "This bastard has no feelings whatsoever, only using me to vent his desires!" Kelly: "He's so strong, so formidable!" Wendy: "I will conquer him! Clove conquers the world, and I will conquer Clove!"

Everyone warns me to stay away from Asher Cross—the school's infamous bad boy with a past as dark as his leather jacket. But what they don’t know is that I’m the one with the real secret. Years ago, I took something from him. Not money. Not love. Something far worse. His little sister. It was an accident, but that doesn’t matter. Nothing I do can ever bring her back. So I’ve spent my life pretending to be the perfect daughter, the straight-A student, the good girl who never steps out of line. Because if Asher ever finds out the truth… he’ll never forgive me. But fate is cruel, and the boy I once knew—the sweet one who used to chase fireflies with me—is gone. In his place is someone hardened by pain, someone drawn to me for all the wrong reasons. When our worlds collide again, I try to resist, but Asher is dangerous, intoxicating, and worst of all... he's starting to remember. And once he does, will he love me—or destroy me?

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?

"In the midst of a lab explosion that destroyed the city, Kelly had to struggle to survive. With the help of her friend Lucius, they had to face strange creatures and look for answers to these mysterious events. Can they survive? Can anyone plan behind all this? Why does the government seem to care about the public? How? Will Kelly leave the situation just like that, or is there anything else? What is the continuation of his fate? ⚠️Disclamer⚠️ This story is only a fantasy or imagination, the similarity of places and names is just a coincidence

In a chamber where shadows dance with flame, there lies a book with no author's name bound in leather, stitched with time its pages pulse with tales unsaid.

While researching something the lab exploded and Felix Gray found himself in a whole other world worried about what to do in a world which was even more ancient then the ancient times recorded in interstellar history Felix heard a voice of someone asking him to save it. Save who he was the one who had his whole world changed. The little prince Felix has decided he wasn't going to do child labor and save somebody who couldn't even be seen and nobody could make him do it. That resolve lasted until Felix saw him. The strongest warrior with a mean face who took him home and fed the poor child some food. The annoying voice was once again heard saying if you don't save me the warrior will die. This threat made Felix extremely angry tightening his leather skirt and holding his full belly Felix went to save his man and saved the world along the way. Now comes the toughest job to convince the man that Felix is not his son but his husband. Hmm he likes the challenge.

This a story of a young lady narrating how messy her life is,and how she's trying to keep with everything in her life stating from her career together with her love life

Five years ago, Liu Duoduo took on the role of a caretaker for an injured man without giving it much thought, enticed by the generous pay to pay for her tuition. Little did she know that she would eventually fall in love with her boss, despite his warning: "Never fall in love with me." There relationship had improved till, One cold night, the intoxicated man stumbled into her room, but she didn't mind and welcomed him happily. The next day, he compensated her and asked her to leave. Three months later, Liu Duoduo discovered that she was pregnant with her ex-boss's child,the man she had fallen in love with. However, she decided to raise the child on her own without informing him. Five years later Excerpt "I don’t what a brother or sister..I only want me" "That won’t do..besides it’s not up to you..I want a cute Cotten padded jacket too.”he replied "Why..we’re the perfect triangle not square, no brothers or sister allowed daddy." "Triangle Huh..might as well as make it a football team." Liu Duoduo watch them bicker back and forth, football team? when did she become a breeding cow. Having struggled to raise her son alone, Liu Duoduo returns to give her child a complete family. But things are not as easy as it seems, when she has to deal his troubling mother and her mysterious family background, the situation gets tougher when she’s framed with a murder. Please don’t forget to send your love to my other works. My Darling CEO Is An Insomniac. Thank you for your support!

This is my first time doing this so I do want to say sorry for my grammar, spell, etc. I wasn’t very good at the English subject in school even tho it the only language I know. But when I say that I can put my story here I jump to it. Finally I want to say thank you for taking an interest in my story and deal with me as an author. A world of vampires and hunters get their power though the names they were given by the family leaders. We followed a special vampire name Tyler. Detail about Tyler: his hair swoops down covering his right eye with red hair lining with the swoop but a centimeter from the edge. A mole under his left eye. Left vamp teeth is always showing even when bloodlust mood off. Always have some type of long sleeve or jacket, Jean pants, and high top shoes. He wear a necklace with small dragger knife held by the handle. This story was from a short comic I made back in high school when I was deeply into drawing. I love this idea for my story that I keep it for about 5 to 6 year ago.

**"Em Ravenwood, uma pacata cidade cercada por florestas, um grupo de amigos vive as aventuras típicas dos anos 80: noites no arcade, festas secretas e brigas de escola. Mas tudo muda quando uma série de assassinatos brutais começa a ocorrer, abalando a tranquilidade da cidade. Heather, Julian, Tyler, Kelly e Ronan agora se veem presos em um jogo mortal, onde cada escolha pode ser a última. Com um assassino mascarado à solta e segredos sombrios vindo à tona, eles precisarão lutar para sobreviver enquanto descobrem que Ravenwood guarda muito mais do que aparenta. Será que todos escaparão com vida? Ou as vozes dos gritos na meia-noite ecoarão para sempre?"**

Milo Smith was born to fail. Or so he had been told time and time again. He spent his entire life being looked down upon by others. Being born to a poor family with no background, Milo struggled to survive in the world. In this corrupt world, you either needed to possess money or power to succeed, and Milo had been born with neither. However, despite this, he never gave up. Through his struggles, he realized he possessed a talent for fighting and threw his everything into developing it. Using his skills he managed to connect with an underground gladiatorial arena where he gave his everything. Through many difficult fights, Milo managed to bring his family out of poverty and even made a name for himself as one of the youngest successful gladiators at the young age of 19. However, this was not the life Milo wanted to live. At this young age, he had already spilled blood and even had to take the lives of others. This was not something he was proud of no matter how deserving some of those men may have been. Despite his desire to quit the lifestyle he found himself in, he was completely unable to as he lacked any other way to keep his family afloat. ------------ Fortunately for him, the launch of a new full-dive VRMMO game has taken the world by storm. With its vivid graphics and shocking realism, the game seems to almost be a living breathing world. With many people despairing at the current state of the world, this game provides an escape, a second life. Completely dominating the entertainment market, this new game stole the public's heart. Originally, Milo had no extra money to invest in something like virtual gaming, so he had yet to experience the world. That was, however, until he received that one fateful phone call. "Hello? Mister Smith? My name is Lenard Kelly from the EcoEnergy corporation. What do you know of the game called Avenfall?"