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A modern engineer’s soul transmigrates into the body of a baron’s second son, inheriting the blighted fiefdom of Blightspire — a realm cursed by shadowbeasts and barren soil that drove its former lord to suicide. Rejecting despair, the protagonist employs Earth-born ingenuity to weaponize catastrophe: terraforming deadlands into fertile plains, converting refugee waves into a loyal workforce, and mining cursed meteorite ores to forge revolutionary alloys. When weekly Celestial Parcels rain down — cosmic storms spawning elemental sprites (green for crop mutation, violet for flora enhancement, gold for mineral deposits, blue for summoning rare creatures) alongside ravenous Eclipseborn horrors — he declares these invasions “Divine Deliveries,” harvesting monster cores to fuel arcane engines and arm Arcanotech Colossi (steel golems fused with spellfire reactors). His council of outcasts becomes legend: Vera Hexthrone, the "Cursed Maiden" whose misfortune bends probability into a siege-breaker Ironwarden Kael, a smith-priest hammering starlit metal into railway-mounted spell-cannons The Silent Scholars, heretics decoding meteor patterns to expose a pantheon’s millennia-old prison-break scheme Through three eras of defiance — Agricultural Reformation (bio-engineered crops outproducing rival duchies), Thunderforge Expansion (rail networks deploying artillery against leviathan-class voidbeasts), and Godshatter Gambit (hijacking celestial machinery to rewrite divine edicts) — the lord of Blightspire evolves from survivalist to sovereign. His final triumph? Not merely conquering the empire, but dismantling its celestial puppetmasters to ignite an Arcanotech Renaissance, where mortal-forged spellsteel outshines the gods’ dying light.

Surviving the tragedy that took his family and destroyed the small town where he was raised, Lucien Ashthorn now walks a new path at the Sanctum of Blacksmiths—the empire's most prestigious academy for those who seek to master the art of forging Arcane Sigils. However, Lucien is no ordinary student. The Sigil Hammer that should have been a Blacksmith’s pride is now incomplete, shattered into fragments he himself does not fully understand. This weakness places countless limitations on his growth, making it difficult for him to compete with other students. To compensate for his shortcomings, he relies on his intellect, carefully strategizing each step he takes. In harsh conditions and fierce competition, Lucien continuously adapts. At the academy, Lucien begins to realize that the world of Arcane Sigil forging is far greater than he ever imagined. Rivalries among students, Forge Sigil experiments that could turn deadly, and the mysteries surrounding the Abyssal Labyrinth—a place where wild spirits roam and true blacksmiths test their courage—await him. But the deeper he delves into this world, the more he understands that this journey is about more than just becoming the strongest blacksmith. Amidst the ruins of his past and battles yet to come, he searches for something more profound—a reason to live. Is the answer hidden within the fragments of his past? Or must he forge it himself, amidst fire and steel, in a world where only those who shape their own fate will survive?

[WARNING!! THE BOOK CONTAINS HIGHLY EXPLICIT CONTENT R18+] In the dim light of their room, Blithe del Rosario and Citrine Cursealeo lay entwined, creating a cocoon of warmth and safety. Their playful laughter filled the air, enhancing the intimacy of the moment. Blithe looked into Citrine's vibrant blue eyes, feeling a deep connection. "You know, for a general, you’re surprisingly good at this," she teased, gently tracing his jaw. Citrine laughed, saying, "It's all about strategy, Blithe. Right now, my best strategy is to keep you close." As he pulled her closer, their lips met in a tender kiss that deepened, igniting a fire within them, momentarily lifting the weight of the world. Their kisses became a passionate dance, filled with unspoken fears and desires. When they paused, foreheads touching, Blithe whispered, "I could do this forever." Citrine smiled, suggesting they make it their mission to find such moments amid the chaos. Their lips met again, further dissolving the boundaries between their worlds and igniting a spark of hope. Blithe wrapped her arms around Citrine’s neck, confessing, "I never thought I could feel this safe with someone." Citrine brushed her hair aside, assuring her that she deserved to feel safe and that he wanted to protect her. In that embrace, they transcended their roles as an assassin and a general, finding solace in each other. However, their love was complicated by their identities. By day, Blithe del Rosario was a celebrated fashion designer from Maha, Zubu, known for her couture that tells stories of her homeland. By night, she transformed into Lady Dragonfly, a skilled assassin who strikes fear in the shadows, embodying grace and lethal intent. Citrine Cursealeo, known as Chain Singh, was a five-star general and the Battle War God Marshal Law in the Alkebulan military. He was respected for his strategic brilliance but also feared. Beneath his stoic exterior, he yearned for peace and found a rare connection with Blithe that made him question everything. The love square dilemma loomed over them. Blithe secretly loved Chain Singh, the charismatic businessman who was also Marshal Law, a ruthless general. While she admired his ambition, his fearsome reputation kept her at a distance. Citrine, in turn, was drawn to Lady Dragonfly, sensing a hidden depth within her, unaware that she was Blithe. Caught in this complex web, Blithe struggled with her feelings for both Chain Singh and her alter ego. As their identities began to blur, they faced the challenge of confronting the emotions and secrets that kept them apart. The central question remained: could love transcend the fears that bound them?

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"Now, listen to me" he commanded and I instantly looked up at him. "Rule number one, no screaming. No matter what I do to you, I must not hear a single noise. If I do, it would most definitely get worse" he said and my heart hammered in my chest. "Rule number two, when I tell you to do something, you do it, or else, I will whip you repeatedly and make sure you're on the brink of death but just enough to keep you alive." He said with a wicked grin on his face. "Rule number three, follow those two rules" he said and got up. Out of the blue, he whipped me again and I screamed. I had never felt that much pain in my entire life. "Tsk tsk, you're a slow one" he said and I held my breath as I awaited the next whip. He whipped me again and I managed to stifle a scream. "Good girl" he said and went back to sit on his bed. "Now, strip." He ordered and I shakily got up and began to pull my clothes off my body. ... Kieran had a regular life until a ruthless Alpha turned it all upside down. She suffers and even gets rejected. What happens when she has a better second chance mate who is protective and the ruthless Alpha who made her life hell is butting into her life again?

“You Scammer! Return me my 10,000-year-old Mystic Jade Staff!” “You lost it fair and square in the gamble, Grand Elder. I can’t help it if your so-called Profound Scrying Eyes couldn’t see through my cups.” “What cups!? Those were the Divine Temple Bells of the Mahayana Temple!” “And?” “Even the Immortal Monarch himself can’t see through them, you thief!” *** “What do you mean you won’t reimburse me for the Flying Sword Insurance I took?” “The terms and conditions clearly state that there will be no reimbursement within the first year of taking out the policy.” “You never said that!” “And you never read the fine print in the contract, Patriarch.” “The fine print that was written with illusory ink!? You bastard!” *** “How did my small loan of 1,000 Immortal Stones turn into a debt of 100,000 Immortal Stones? You loan shark!” “That’s just the power of compounding, my friend.” “You call that compounding? I took the loan last week, you scammer! And I’m not your friend, I’m the goddamn Emperor!” *** “How are you not dead? I saw your corpse with my own eyes!” “My death was greatly exaggerated, Senior Sister.” “You didn’t even have a head!” “Like I said, exaggerated.” *** In the vast world of cultivation, where honor and integrity reign supreme, one man dares to defy the heavens—not with sword or spell, but with deception and trickery. Once a lowly street urchin, Han Yu quickly realized that cultivation required three things: talent, resources, and powerful backers. He had none of those. What he did have, however, was a sharp tongue, quick hands, and a complete lack of shame. From gambling dens to immortal auctions, from conning sect elders to running an interdimensional insurance scam, Han Yu’s reputation spreads across the cultivation world like an unstoppable plague. No treasure is too sacred, no contract too ironclad, and no oath too unbreakable for him to twist to his advantage. Even the mighty Immortal Clans dare not underestimate him—after all, the last sect that tried ended up legally belonging to him. With a growing list of enemies, a debt larger than some celestial empires, and a skillset that consists entirely of loopholes, misdirection, and sheer audacity, Han Yu’s journey to the peak of immortality is anything but conventional. Will he be hunted down by every major power in the realm? Will he accidentally scam his way into becoming an Immortal Emperor? Or will he outwit even fate itself and make the heavens owe him a favor? One thing is certain—when Han Yu is involved, nothing is ever fair, but the house always wins. ------- P.S: This book is set in the universe of Walker of the Words and is in the same time period. Tags: #Comedy #weak to strong #Scamming #Beast companions #Monster Master #World Exploration #Faceslapping #Overpowered Cheats #Pretending to be weak

Ding!!! [WARNING: New System Detected!] [Tag: Threat!] [Tag: Wanted!] [Tag: Dangerous!] ... Dimm was only able to afford at most one-square-meal in a day, through begging. That was how difficult life had been for him. A beggar at just fourteen years of age. Then what happened... His life changed. Or, call it his second life. His last day in the land of the living, unknowing to him, was the day he received a snack that was meant to serve as his meal for the day—a chocolate. Along with the snack, was a game card. Things turned out not as Dimm had expected after consuming the chocolate. Instead of gaining at least another fraction of life, he lost all he had left—he met death. But...but there can be life after death—reincarnation. Yet, another unexpected happened. He reincarnated into a virtual world as a Player, where he will be forced to undergo certain missions to ascertain he keeps this Player life or loses it. Despite failing to awaken a system like the others had done, some words came into view with a blue screen hovering before his eyes. [Game Breaking Loopholes Detected!] [>>>Glitch Unlocked!] [>>>Unlimited Evolution Unlocked!] [>>>Alteration Unlocked!] [>>>Devourer Unlocked!] ... Follow me to wander the path of this novel as Dimm explores the game world and its missions with the tag: *WANTED*

Starting on his life today in the ripped village from the rest of the world under ‘copy forests’ which are beyond a human outpost, placed a disc for an unexplained spinning when life comes out of an event from which no depths into the forests and places only the earliest history has connected him faintly. He seems to have a connection with the things used to get up again on the country. or not.

Rose stood defiantly, eyes locked onto his golden ones as she lifted the hem of her small top, exposing the smooth expanse of her stomach before peeling the fabric over her head. The red glittering bra shimmering under moonlight as if made for this very moment. She ignored the tremor of anticipation curling in her gut. None of that mattered. Not even the reckless haze of drugs clouding her thoughts. Tonight, she was in control. This was a mission. A mission to keep his attention solely on her so could save her friend from his curse. Her fingers hooked into the waistband of her shorts, her breath steadying when she saw him go rigid. Shoulders squared. Posture tensed. Not in fear. Not in disgust. But in something far sinister. His Interest. “Yes… feast your depraved little eyes and filthy mind on this,” she whispered, smirking as the shorts fell away, pooling at her ankles. The silky red thong clung to her hips, the moonlight accentuating every curve of her body. She flicked the discarded clothing aside, shifting her weight slightly as she let her nightly visitor drink in the sight of her naked glory. His posture no longer that of boredom. Good. That was exactly what she wanted. More like, what intoxicated, irrational Rose wanted. She twirled, giving him a deliberate view, rolling her hips just enough to torment. “Since you’ve made my life a living hell, I might as well return the favor.” She cast a wicked smile over her shoulder. “Consider this my gift to you—one you’ll never get to touch.” By the time she turned back, her stomach plummeted. He had moved. No longer a distant silhouette in the meadow—he now stood at the edge of her patio. Much closer and so much real. The thrill that had fueled her was fading slowly. Had she just made a mistake playing this game with her stalker? Swallowing hard, she lowered herself onto the chair, parting her bare legs wide and letting the wooden cross dangle before her barely covered cherry, in a taunt. A silent challenge. His fingers curled around the wooden rail, veins standing taut against the black ink of his tattoos. His chest rose and fell, controlled but heavier, as though restraining something barely contained beneath his skin. "Want a taste, my dear stalker?" Rose whispers She had him pinned. Or so she thought. Her shadowy visitor moves. Slow, deliberate steps leading closer. Panic slammed into her. No. Rose bolted upright, pressing the cross against the glass door separating them. “Stay back!” Her voice wavered a bit. “I swear, I’ll burn your stalking ass right where you stand!” He stilled. A beat of silence. Then— A low, quiet chuckle rumbled through the night air, reaching her ears like smoke. Deep and Dark. Her stomach twisted. The sound was foreign, yet eerily familiar. As if she had always known this was how he would sound. His hands rose in mock surrender, his hooded head tilting slightly, as if entertained by her little performance. Then, as effortlessly as he had closed the distance, he stepped back. Rose’s breath fastened. She was playing with fire, willingly, by provoking the one who comes out at night and remain in shadows. And he was enjoying it.   == In the embrace of her ancestral town, Rose seeks refuge from the echoes of her past. Little does she know, her return to her roots will awaken dormant shadows, shattering ordinary her existence. For when the darkness falls over the town, from the pitch black rises a shadowy figure that haunt her nights. In the darkness he sweeps her off the ground in terrible fear and the allure of sinister intrigue. And once the sun comes, a man with a god awful attitude, haunts her in the broad day light. Causing her to swell with pure disdain. With each passing night, it draws closer to Rose, casting a chilling spell that both terrifies and exhilarates her. Thrust into a labyrinth of mysteries can she navigate the treacherous path laid before her, or will her nightly visitor consume her whole?

‘How did this happen’ The young man, practically a boy, looked at the scene in front of him. In just one glance it was possible to see dozens of people, more closely he was sure there could be hundreds or thousands of people prostrating themselves in front of him. From the center of the city square to the adjacent streets in front of the temple, with a frightening similarity to what happened in the Vatican when the Pope gave a speech. The young man sitting on a throne too big for him, inside a marble temple he could see expressions of happiness, reverence, gratitude and in some a small hint of fear. Not that he paid much attention to the others, his attention was mainly drawn to the group directly below the throne. This group was made up of people of various ages, from old men with gray and wrinkled hair, but with strangely healthy bodies and postures upright like poles, to young people of various ages including children. What this group in particular had in common was their expression, which could only be described as fanatical as they looked at the young man. The only thing that was going on in the young man's head, with all this excessive attention, was simply... ‘How did things get like this?!!!! I was just playing a game!!!!’ In a room in an ordinary apartment, in an ordinary city. A seemingly ordinary young man could be seen lying in bed with a cell phone on his chest. The cell phone was on and showing scenes from what appeared to be a game. With a small and intriguing coincidence that the young man sitting on a huge throne inside a marble temple was completely identical to the sleeping young man. ********************************************** Thanks to ImagineArt for the image

[ MATURED CONTENT | NO RAPE ] "You wrote this world to escape me. Now, we’re both prisoners of your own creation." After breaking up with Halcyon, Elle thought she had left him—and their twisted love—behind. To escape the pain, she poured herself into writing a novel, shaping a world where she could control every twist of fate. Five years later, just as she struggles to name her finished story, she wakes up inside it. But the world isn’t as she wrote it. The characters have taken on lives of their own. And worst of all—she’s not the heroine she designed for herself, but a doomed nobody destined to die. When she comes face to face with Halcyon, the buried hatred resurfaces—but so does fear. He’s no longer the man she once knew. He’s colder, sharper, and hell-bent on keeping her by his side this time. No matter the cost. She tries to escape, but the world itself seems determined to pull her deeper into its schemes. Whispers of betrayal, assassins lurking in the shadows, and the terrifying realization that someone else is rewriting her story from the outside. To survive, Elle makes the one choice she swore she never would. "Halcyon Valkar, The Crown Prince, let's get married." ---- Her body stiffened when she felt his hand settle on her thigh, grazing the sensitive skin with a barely-there touch that sent a jolt of warmth rushing to her core. She snapped her eyes shut, her breath coming in ragged, shallow gasps as her pulse hammered in her neck. What is he doing? "What... what are you doing?" Elle finally managed to choke out, her voice trembling with a mix of fear and confusion. Halcyon's voice was a deep, dark hum in her ear, sending a shiver through her as his lips brushed against the sensitive skin just below her ears. "Marking what's mine." His words dripped with possessiveness, and Elle's breath caught. A strange heat washed over her, mingling with the terror coiling in her stomach. His voice was so close, his presence so consuming, she couldn't escape it. "Your... Highness... I-I feel dizzy." She stuttered, her hands shooting up instinctively, weakly trying to stop him from leaning in further. Her fingers trembled as they brushed the solid expanse of his broad shoulder, but it only served to remind her of the power he had over her in that moment. "Shhh... you'll be alright," he murmured, his voice low and coaxing, yet laced with a dark edge. "Don't make noise. We wouldn't want anyone to hear, would we?".....

Maureen Smith died at the age of 23 due to cancer and was lucky enough to be reborn back to the age of 17th faced with the same challenges of life she faced in her past life but this time she had a System. A Good Luck System. All she has to do is to absorb good luck from the list of people provided by the system. If not she will die again when she clocks 23. And at the top of the list was a notorious bully Liam Williams. ***** Liam Williams, after the untimely death of his father and elder brother. He became the rejected son. As his mother and grandfather kept blaming him for this brother and father demise. That somehow had a drastic change in Liam's behavior. And to make matters worse his mother went and adopted another son who looks like his elder. Causing him to become a notorious bully both in and out of school. Will Maureen master the courage of facing the man who has the most good Luck? If she does succeed in approaching him, will he bully her too? What will happen to Maureen's lover in her past life? will they still be together in her present life? What will happen when Liam's adopted brother turns out to be among the people Maureen will need to absorb good luck from? Will Maureen's Good luck quest turned out to be a good Luck for better health and life or a good luck for Love Square?

The clock ticked past midnight, each second echoing like a hammer in the hollow silence of the apartment. Rain lashed against the windows, the storm outside mirroring the tempest brewing in Emily’s chest. She sat rigid on the couch, her fingers digging into the upholstery, eyes fixed on the door. David’s keys jingled in the lock, his laughter—warm and carefree—seeping through the wood before he did. He stumbled in, tie askew, the sharp tang of bourbon on his breath. But it wasn’t the alcohol that made her stomach churn. It was the cloying sweetness of jasmine perfume clinging to his collar—a scent that didn’t belong to her. “Where have you been?” Emily’s voice trembled, though she’d rehearsed the question a hundred times in her head. David froze, his smile dissolving. “Work ran late. You know how it is.” “Work ends at six, David. It’s *midnight*.” She stood, her legs unsteady. “And since when do you wear lipstick to the office?” His hand flew to the smudge of crimson on his white sleeve—a shade too bold, too *alive* for the muted tones of their marriage. His face hardened. “You’re imagining things.” “Am I?” She stepped closer, the jasmine scent now suffocating. “Or is it *Jane* from accounting? The one who ‘just needs your help’ every time I call?” His laugh was a cold blade. “You’re paranoid. Always picking fights—” “Paranoid?” Her voice cracked. “You haven’t touched me in months! You come home smelling like *her*, lying to my face—” “Enough!” He slammed his fist on the table, a vase rattling. “I’m tired of your nagging! What do you even do all day? Sit here and wait to accuse me?” The words struck deeper than any slap. Emily’s breath hitched. “I gave up my career for you. For *us*—” “Us?” He sneered. “There *is* no ‘us.’ Just you, digging through my things like a desperate—” She didn’t see his hand move. The crack of his palm against her cheek split the air, her head snapping sideways. She stumbled, clutching the wall as the taste of copper bloomed on her tongue. David loomed over her, his eyes wild, foreign. “You… you pushed me to this,” he hissed, grabbing his coat. “Clean yourself up. You’re pathetic.” The door slammed. Emily slid to the floor, tears mingling with the blood on her lip. Outside, thunder roared. But beneath the pain, a spark ignited—a flicker of defiance. Her gaze landed on the shattered vase, its jagged pieces glinting in the lamplight. *Pathetic.* The word echoed, twisting into a vow. She would rise. Not for him. Not for “us.” But to make him regret the day he underestimated the woman he’d reduced to ashes. -**Chapter One: The Scent of Betrayal (Continued)** The air hung thick with venom. David’s chest heaved, his earlier bravado fraying at the edges. Emily wiped her bleeding lip with the back of her hand, her eyes blazing. “You think Jane *wants* you?” she spat, her voice a razor. “Or does she just pity the man who needs to steal confidence from a bottle and affairs to feel alive?” David’s jaw twitched. “Shut up.” “Why? Because it’s true?” She laughed, cold and sharp. “You’re a cliché, David. A middle-aged fraud in a tailored suit. Even your *precious* promotion—did you earn it, or did you cry your way into it like you did when your father called you a disappointment?” He lunged forward, but she sidestepped, her words relentless. “Jane must be desperate. Or blind. Tell me, does she know you couldn’t even—” “I said *shut up*!” he roared, his composure crumbling. “Couldn’t even *what*?” she taunted, stepping closer. “Finish a sentence? A marriage? Or is that why you’re so bad in—” The slap exploded like a gunshot. Emily’s head whipped sideways, her body crumpling to the floor. The world blurred—a kaleidoscope of shattered glass and spinning shadows. Her cheek burned, but worse was the silence that followed, broken only by her shaky breaths.

Seeing her in someone else's arms, why did it feel like he had lost the entire world?``` He couldn't understand why he was acting like this. The unknown and indescribable amount of emotions welling up within threatened to rip his heart apart. Moomal! He called out to her but only silence replied to him. She finally removed her hand from the lock. Before Huzaifa could understand what was going on she suddenly turned around and wrapped her arms around his neck, locking him in a tight embrace. He was shocked by her sudden intimacy yet he subconsciously grabbed onto her waist and held her tighter to his body, their bodies were pressing against one another intensely that it seemed like they would melt into each another. "I hate that I love you so much..." Her soft words felt like a hammer to his heart, and the peace he had felt for two moments added to his distress even more. The pain he goes through. He still feels broken. Who will fix his cracks?

A young man becomes obsessed with a mysterious woman he briefly encounters in Times Square. After failing to catch her, he embarks on a desperate search that soon escalates into a dangerous pursuit, forcing him to confront unexpected violence and chaos.

Elizabeth Silvera lived a simple farmer life on New Havens, free of worry and concern, when her world was turned upside down by a knight from the Alzar Kingdom, Sir Benedict Hawken. From humble beginnings, Elizabeth must navigate a treacherous world filled with war and strife, while trudging through internal struggles. Where magic and martial arts are born, anyone can rise from Rank 1 Mortal to Rank 5 God! This is the story of how Elizabeth and her friends manages to become legendary apex experts, shattering the firmament and slaying gods alike! This is the Chronicles of New Havens! Book 1 Lion and Snake (Completed 2-22-2020) Book 2 Meeting of Masters (Completed 1-26-2021) Book 3 Empire's Collapse Part 1 (Completed 8-14-2022) Book 3 Empire's Collapse Part 2 (Ongoing...) Estimated Arc 1 progress: 60% Chapter updates are either daily or once every two days. All credit belongs to Square ENIX and Jeremy Chong for the cover and all adjustments are personally made.

[Fake Aristocrat + Empress Regnant + Identity Concealment + Charisma + Nation-building + Personal Growth] Luo Wei has transmigrated. She finds herself in the body of a lowborn commoner who had impersonated a noble lady to enter school. She's about to be exposed as a commoner, facing contempt and insults from the entire school, and ultimately destined to be hanged at the marketplace gallows. Luo Wei: What's there to fear? It's just pretending to be nobility. As someone from the 21st century, she can act more noble than the nobles themselves! When a noble lady tries to test her with expensive spices, Luo Wei takes one look: Aren't these just common seasonings found everywhere in Western cuisine? As if she's never tasted them before! They say she's a commoner who can't do geometry? Luo Wei smiles slightly: Isn't it just trigonometric functions? She learned that in middle school! What? They say she's poor and has no money? She casually produces an entire bolt of silk fabric to make pajamas, and while she's at it, makes a chest full of silk handkerchiefs, using them once and tossing them away. They say she has no fief and isn't a true noble? Hah! She makes money by day and reclaims land by night. While attending school, she's busy cultivating land. Soon, millions of square kilometers of fertile soil in the New World are all hers. She establishes her own country and ennobles herself! Finally, her identity is exposed by an old acquaintance. The Holy Church wants to put her on trial, presenting evidence that she's not a noble - they couldn't find her patent of nobility in the Mist Kingdom. Luo Wei: A noble title? Sorry, she indeed doesn't have one. Because she is the Empress Regnant of the Mist Kingdom! In the end, she abolishes the aristocratic system, establishes a new country, and becomes a deity in the hearts of countless commoners. She promises them peace and prosperity; they pledge her their loyalty and faith. She, ultimately, becomes ..

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A College student's soul transmigrated into a renowned Princess of 400 BCE who had a very mysterious and tragic ending. To survive from her obvious doom, she decided to have a lowkey and peaceful life away from royal struggle but she ended up falling in love with the nemesis of that Era, the notorious, ‘Dark Prince’ who was going to be the destroyer and damnation of the whole continent of that century. But, she didn’t know- She was the main reason for his damnation- For her, a lonely Prince turned into a ferocious monster, burning down the numerous kingdoms into ashes. ------ [Extract from the Story] In the solitude of an eerie night, I met that stranger again. He was standing tall and straight like a towering spruce, his profile dark against the moonlight as his long and slender fingers were wrapped firmly around the hilt of his unsheathed sword. His deep voice growled furiously while pulling out the sharp and shining blade from the bandit’s heart, “Aren’t you daring enough to lay your dirty fingers on my woman?” Drops of blood tainted the velvety carpet of the grass and the body of the bandit fell on the ground, numb and lifeless. I was awestruck by the smooth strikes of his sword and it was impossible to steady my erratic pulse. Suddenly, his cold and burning gaze fell on me. Though I never met him before, he still felt the closest person; an inexplicable sense of deja vu washed over me, creating an absurd familiarity that messed up all logic. Approaching me, he cupped my chin tenderly in his warm hand as his thumb gently wiped a drop of blood from my cold cheek, making my body shiver alarmingly. My heart was hammering in my ears and his compelling eyes riveted me to the spot. However, noticing his deep wound, I mumbled in a breathy and concerned tone, “Your injury looks deadly. You need immediate treatment.” A deep chuckle greeted me as he pulled me closer to him, wrapping his strong arms around my waist, "Don't bother about that, My love. Did I make you wait for long?" 'My love!! Is he supposed to be my damn lover?' __________ ‘Death is not a worry of mine Even if I must swallow poison I must have you, …’ ~ Lucian Mavis.

In the hidden corridors of power where desire and danger intertwine, Valeria Ivanov—the beguiling daughter of a notorious mafia don—learns that seduction is her deadliest weapon. Tasked with a mission that pits her against the equally formidable Adrian DeLuca, the enigmatic heir of a rival crime family, she enters a world where every whispered promise and stolen touch could be fatal. Adrian, a master strategist renowned for his icy reserve, finds himself drawn to her intoxicating blend of danger and seduction, his calculated facade slowly melting beneath the heat of their forbidden encounters. As secret trysts evolve into nights of raw, unbridled passion, the boundaries between duty and lust blur. Every clandestine rendezvous is a battle between their relentless ambition and the exquisite pleasure of surrendering to temptation. Amid the decadent backdrop of blood-soaked loyalty and whispered betrayals, Valeria struggles with the growing conflict between her mission and the irresistible allure of a love that promises both ecstasy and ruin. In a world where trust is as fragile as a whispered secret and every caress could conceal a knife, Beneath the Crimson Veil is an erotic journey into the depths of passion, power, and betrayal. Here, the price of desire is steep, and the stakes are life and death—leaving both hearts and empires forever transformed by the flames of a forbidden love. Excerpt: The dim glow of the city lights cast jagged shadows across Adrian’s sharp features as he leaned against the edge of his desk, arms crossed, his gaze a storm of suspicion and something darker—something far more dangerous. Valeria stood across from him, her expression an intoxicating mix of defiance and amusement. She had perfected the art of playing innocent, but tonight, something in Adrian’s eyes made her heart pound in warning. “You’re up to something,” he said, voice low and measured, like the edge of a blade pressing against silk. She arched a brow, taking slow, deliberate steps toward him, her heels clicking against the hardwood floor. “Oh?” she mused, tilting her head. “And what exactly am I up to, amore mio?” Adrian’s jaw tightened. “You tell me.” A slow smirk curled her lips as she invaded his space, her fingers lightly grazing the lapel of his jacket. “You don’t have proof.” His eyes darkened, flicking down to where her fingers toyed with the fabric. “I don’t need proof,” he murmured. “I see it in your eyes. The way you watch me. Like you’re calculating your next move.” Valeria chuckled, the sound soft, teasing. “And here I thought you were the one watching me.” She dragged her nails lightly down his chest, feeling the way his muscles tensed beneath his tailored suit. “You want proof?” His hand shot out, gripping her wrist, but his touch wasn’t rough—it was deliberate, commanding. “Yes.” His voice dropped lower, nearly a whisper. “Prove it.” The challenge hung between them, thick with tension. Her pulse hammered in her throat, but she didn’t hesitate. She reached up, her fingers threading into his dark hair as she closed the space between them, her lips grazing his—soft, testing, before she deepened it.

(CONTAINS R18+ CONTENT) Enemies to lovers- check Slow burn- check A cute naughty dog- check Spice? (The author is keeping her mouth zipped) No third-party breakup or misunderstanding. But there are lots of banter and witty comebacks. (The story is planned to be around 200 chapters. No drag) Mu Yiren I never imagined I'd be faking a relationship with my biggest enemy—the untamed, ridiculously charming Feng Junjie, known throughout the city as the "golden boy" of business and a billionaire playboy with a reputation for breaking hearts. But when he dangles a life-changing offer in front of me, the kind that could secure my inheritance, I find myself agreeing to be his "girlfriend." But the thing is….. What if I start seeing the real him? Pretending to be Junjie’s devoted partner is like walking on a razor's edge. He’s everything I can’t stand—sexy, cocky, and devilish, and yet a sweetheart by heart that leaves me flustered by his actions. I know better than to fall for a man like him; my mother’s battle with Alzheimer’s has convinced me to never fall in love. But Junjie isn't just any man. Beneath his easygoing charm is an intensity that leaves me breathless, and he knows exactly how to crack through the walls I have built around me, awakening a passion I never felt before. JUNJIE I need my life back. A sorry attempt at love had me question everything and forced me away from my brothers. Since my ‘ex best friend’s’ constant accusations had gotten out of control, I might as well pretend to date someone and shut her mouth. My definition of a fake date- Beautiful, sexy, tempting…..umm…. insufferable, annoying, and with a mouth that won’t stop running. The mouth with red lipstick. The mouth I want to…. This arrangement was supposed to be simple: fake dating, clear boundaries, no feelings. But the more he plays the role of her devoted partner, the more the lines between fake and real start to blur. And now, he’s no longer sure where the act ends and his true feelings begin. The catch? Mu Yiren doesn’t believe in love. And she certainly doesn’t believe a man like Feng Junjie is capable of anything but heartbreak. But Feng has never been one to follow the rules. Boundaries? He’s about to break them. Deals? They were made to be rewritten. He’s going all in, and this time, he’s not playing pretend. ******* "Are you saying you'd let any man get this close?" "ABSOLUTELY NO!" The words burst out of me, too quick, too honest. His smirk deepens. "Tell me, if I leave you like this, all wound up and aching, will you be sneaking off to use one of your little toys?" "Yes," "Tell me, were you waiting for me to initiate something this past week?" he tugs my shorts more and kisses my navel. My heart hammers and my voice comes out shaky. "N-No." I won't give him the satisfaction of knowing he's right. He chuckles darkly. "Wrong answer. Let's try again." ****

On the fourth day of May, Kevin was murdered in his apartment. He has no enemies and no friends. His parents have their own families, and he lives alone in a 200 meter square apartment – in other words, he does not have anyone who bores hatred against him. But he died. And the police concluded his death was an act of revenge homicide. Kevin pondered who would kill him when he suddenly woke to unfamiliar surroundings. And it took a few minutes to be processed in his head… Why are the furnitures so big?! The bed's mattress is so wide it's like the whole floor uses it as a floormat! The window is so high Kevin felt he was inside a church with glass walls as high as a three-storey building! Even worse, the appearance of a flower vase at his side is as tall as him! What the hell is going on?! [Host, you now possess the identity of the Male Lead's precious cat!] Kevin: What did you say? [Current Mission Progress: 0%] [Host, please work hard and prevent the Male Lead's terrible fate!] Kevin: …… What nonsense?! I just died! ………………………. [Host, the villain is one step closer to harming the Male Lead's life! Please prevent them!] Kevin: …… [Host, a villain's lackey wants to kill the Male Lead! Please stop them!] Kevin: ….. [Host, the Male Lead incurred a huge loss because of the villain, please bring him home and pamper him well!] Kevin: …… [Host, the Male Lead is injured because of the villain! Please nurse him back to health!] Kevin: …… Am I the Male Lead's mom or a pet?! ______________________________________________________ Updates are on Wednesday and Thursday.

Kasela Winneys, a sixteen years old beautiful and innocent girl gets enrolls into a prestigious school which unknown to her is a school full of vampires. There she re-encounters Regalus Rogers, a cold handsome and aloof guy who is tasked with protecting her, and unwillingly he protects her from the predators trying to prey on the Junior and younger human students in the school. She also becomes entangled with Jason Sanders an overworldly handsome, friendly and renown actor who saves her from a deadly fall. He is also Regalus rival who becomes bent on having her. (Sneak Peek into a chapter) "Little Rose, do you know what's my favorite scent?", he asked and she shooked her head, her heart hammering in her chest as he stepped closer "it's the rose scent" he said and caressed her cheek and he leaned down to sniff her neck and also whisper to her "I don't like my scent getting tainted by another and if I perceive my little rose with his scent again I will make sure to wash her body squeaky clean" he declared and she shivered as he blew warm air on her cheeks. Kasela is eventually caught between the two guys who will go to any length to claim her. Will her life turn out for the worst? Or the best? Who do you think she will end up with? Find out in this intriguing and interesting book. This story development is very slow (and a slow burn romance). The cover image for this novel is not mine. I just edited it. All credit goes to the artist that draws it. This work is fictional and all the characters and places are fictional.

Poesía y letras, todo en uno. Una colección de monólogos internos y pensamientos extravagantes. Sexo y tristeza. Amor y soledad. Sigue leyendo. Canta. Encuentra algunas que te gusten.

"You can outrun many things, but fate will always find you, like your shadow in the light." . In the heart of Washington D.C., mafia heir Vaughn Volkov is on a mission that takes him far from the sun-soaked streets of California. The bustling city, with its imposing monuments and corridors of power, is a far cry from the palm-lined avenues of his home. Vaughn, however, is not one to be easily intimidated. His piercing blue eyes and commanding presence turn heads wherever he goes, a reminder that beneath his polished exterior lies a man accustomed to danger and control. Vaughn's path crosses with Eliza Monroe, a seemingly innocent college student whose gentle demeanor masks a resilience forged from her own turbulent past. Eliza, with her kind heart and determined spirit, is an enigma. She spends her days buried in books at the library, her nights working part-time to make ends meet. Her brown eyes, often hidden behind a cascade of dark curls, hold a depth that Vaughn finds both intriguing and unsettling. Their first encounter is anything but ordinary. Vaughn watches, intrigued by her fearlessness and the fire in her eyes. "You're not like the others," he remarks later, cornering her in the quiet corner of the library. His voice is a low, dangerous purr that sends shivers down Eliza's spine. "And you're not just the student here," she retorts, meeting his gaze with a mixture of curiosity and caution. "What do you want from me?" Vaughn's lips curve into a slow, dangerous smile. "Maybe I just want to get to know you." Despite her reservations, Eliza feels a strange pull towards Vaughn. His presence is intoxicating, a blend of danger and allure that she finds hard to resist. As they spend more time together, Eliza begins to see glimpses of the man beneath the mafia heir. Vaughn, too, finds himself drawn to Eliza in ways he never anticipated. Her kindness, her strength, and her unyielding spirit ignite something within him that he thought long buried. Yet, as their connection deepens, the shadows of their pasts loom ever larger. Vaughn's family business, shrouded in crime and violence, is never far from his mind. His enemies are ruthless, and his association with Eliza puts her squarely in their crosshairs. Eliza, too, harbors secrets. The dark forces that have shaped her life threaten to consume her, and Vaughn's world only amplifies those dangers. As their worlds collide, they must navigate a treacherous web of intrigue, passion, and forbidden desire. But with danger lurking around every corner, will their love survive, or will they be torn apart by the shadows of fate?

This is the story of a poor college graduate who got a degree in programming which lead to an unfortunate series of events resulting in his untimely demise and transmigration into the game he died trying to fix. In this new world based off of a broken dating sim our protagonist finds themselves in, it is a fusion of modern and fantasy, with a plethora of different races for him to get into a relationship with. However, aside from being a smutty novel, this will delve into a deeper story of growing power and even attempting to conquer the world they are in. ************** Disclaimer: Any similarities between current or historical events, people, religions, cultures, ethnicities, popular media, etc... Are all purely coincidental. I am creating a story, and will not censor myself. So if you are easily offended or "triggered" I would advise you find a story that suits your sensibilities and thank you for your time and wish you the best. There is a world of content out there and I hope you find what is best for you. I reiterate, this is an 18+ rated adult experience story and will include references and/or graphical descriptions of sex, drugs, violence, war, r*pe, the LGBTQIA+ community, discrimination, etc... If you see all of these warning signs and continue anyways... I salute your bravery.

In a grim, unforgiving world where ancient martial arts blend seamlessly with dark fantasy, young dwarf blacksmith Gruxgar Steelheart has forges his destiny in both flame and blood. Born and raised amid the roaring forges of Emberfall, Gruxgar's unmatched skill at crafting enchanted weapons is rivalled only by his brutal prowess in combat. With his formidable war hammer, Ironrend—imbued with mystical runes and a fierce, untamable spirit—Gruxgar becomes a relentless force on the battlefield. Realising that true power lies not in solitary might but in unity, Gruxgar establishes the Ironfang Sect—a brotherhood of warriors, outcasts, and artisans united under a single, ruthless banner.

Jett Square accidentally left her phone in a café, and it got stolen... Daniel's Roomate lied to the police about the phone and somehow the police believe Daniel has kidnapped Jett, even though she's not missing! His only option is getting into touch with Jett Square over text to prove his innocence before it's too late.

Synopsis: Kaizen Kurogane, a genius who had everything-wealth, intelligence, and power-lived a life without purpose. After dying in an accident, he awakens in the world of One Piece as Ryden Vulcan, the son of a humble blacksmith on Vulcan Island in East Blue. Gifted with the Divine Blacksmith System, Ryden can forge weapons of legendary quality, earning rewards that make him stronger with every strike of his hammer. As he masters his craft, he sets out to create the greatest weapons in history-swords that can shake the seas and artifacts that defy reality. But the world of One Piece is unforgiving, filled with pirates, marines, and warlords. To survive, Ryden must go beyond forging and step onto the battlefield himself, mastering Haki, unlocking powerful abilities, and facing the legends of the sea. With his hammer in hand and destiny before him, the Divine Blacksmith begins his journey-not just to craft legendary weapons, but to carve his name into history. New writer please support. | I don't own One Piece, I only own the MC and some of the new characters | | This isn't a translation. It's an original work | | English is not my first Language, still trying to improve while I'm working on the chapters | | Other app I upload. | https://www.wattpad.com/story/390659102-one-piece-the-divine-blacksmith | My profile on Wattpad | | Please support | https://www.wattpad.com/user/JairuzWrite

Selina gasped for air, her heart racing as her body involuntarily thrashed in her sleep. Her indigo eyes flicked open wide as she choked back a scream. She looked up into Liam's worried face as he wiped away the beads of sweat forming on her brow with a damp cloth. "Lina, this was the longest one yet. Your whimpering and thrashing woke me about 36 minutes ago, and you were already covered in sweat." Liam told her, his voice heavy with concern as he glanced at the clock. Liam ran his hand through his hair. "Please tell me you remember something this time." He asked, almost pleading. Selina shook her head while sitting to look out the window. Over the forest, the orange-pink hue of the sunrise was starting to appear. Selina breathed deeply as she tried to recall something, anything other than the emotions she experienced during her dreams, but as usual, she was unable to. Some dreams were comforting and made her feel warm. Those dreams involved a blonde-haired man with green eyes. The other dreams, much like the current dream, left her full of despair and fear or left her feeling just plain empty. Usually all she could recall of those dreams was fire or blood. Liam stood up, muscles tense as he raised his arms and ran both hands through his thick black hair again, grabbing a fistful which he let fall back as he spoke, "Maybe she was wrong. Or maybe the prophecies were wrong. Maybe we really are Moonglow and not Lunaria. I don't know." Liam sighed deeply, sitting on the edge of his bed and turned to face her again before continuing, "Lina, your dreams are getting worse, and time is running out. You haven't dreamed of him in months. We don't know anything, not really. We just have mom's fairy tales. It's been ten years, maybe our memories are wrong. I... I just wish we had some guidance, something firm." An image of an attractive man with a square jawline, full red lips, deep green eyes and chin-length shaggy blond hair flashed through Selina's mind. She inhaled deeply before speaking, "He's Valentino. We need to get to Red Lake Pack." ********************************************************************* The Lunaria bloodline has been hunted for generations forcing them to live as lone wolves to conceal their identities and ensure the chance to fulfill the prophecy. According to Selina’s mother, Selina Moonglow is the prophesied one. With the disappearance of her mother when she was young, Selina only knows four things: Her dreams will guide her Never reveal their true last name Follow her instincts Her wolf will stay bound until she accepts her mate. ****************************************************************** Selina stood before him, her fated mate. She had dreamt of his scent and his eyes for months now. A warmth crept over her as the flutter deep within her belly increased, almost to the point of breathlessness. He was seated at his desk, studying something with his shaggy blonde hair covering has face as he looked down. Why isn’t he looking up? The mate bond should be forcing his eyes to me... Selina thought. Confused she called his name, “Valentino..” Before she could finish, his cold, hard voice interrupted her, “It’s Alpha Valentino. Get out. I’m busy. Make an appointment.”