Crackling Fireplace

Five years ago, Silas crossed into the Forbidden Realm to save his people. He returned a monster—deadlier, colder, and cursed with a hunger no woman can satisfy. Except her. Raine. The only woman he ever loved. The one he left behind. The one now wearing the name of the man Silas vowed never to call “father” again. She’s his stepmother. His mate. His ruin. The bond should’ve faded. It didn’t. And now every glance, every breath, every room they share crackles with a tension that could destroy everything. But lust isn’t the only thing clawing at their world. An ancient enemy is rising—devouring bloodlines, silencing wolves, and feeding off stolen power. The packs are falling one by one. And the only thing that might stop it? A legendary relic lost across realms… And the two lovers fate tore apart. Now Raine and Silas must fight side by side while trying not to lose themselves in the fire they once drowned in. But in a world of lies, betrayals, and burning hunger— Who do you protect first? Your people? Or the mate who ruined you?

Tian Shen was your average unordinary guy—living a monotonous life. One day, fate (or rather, Truck-kun) decided to grant his wish… by sending him flying into another world at 120 km/h. When he woke up again, he found himself in the body of an outer disciple of the Beast Taming Sect. His talent? Nonexistent. His reputation? Of a molester’s. Just when he thought he was doomed to be cannon fodder, a golden screen appeared before him. 『Ding! Congratulations, Host! You have activated the Attribute System.』 『Congrats host, you killed 5th stage of body refining realm cultivator and gained Qi points ×30.』 『Congrats host, you killed 1th stage of Qi refining realm cultivator and gained Luck points ×80.』 『Absorbed white Attribute orb, gained 1-star sword.』 『Absorbed golden Attribute orb, gained divine Artifact.』 Tian Shen: “…Huh?” Armed with his new system, Tian Shen embarks on a ridiculous journey—casually strolling through battlefields to collect fallen attributes, dodging cultivation technique manuals (which drop on his head), and even trolling young masters into fighting just to farm their stats. But as he levels up in the most absurd way possible, he soon realizes… is he cheating too much? Because now, heavenly tribulations, ancient sects, and hidden experts are all eyeing him. Tian Shen: I am favored by the AUTHOR of this book, you lots can't even handle my shoes. *Rumble**Crackle* Again Tian Shen: I-i was just joking, don't take it seriously. **BOOM**

In the world of Gran Turin, where mana flows through every being and power is measured by the stars that adorn one’s soul, one man refuses to accept his fate. Born of noble blood yet cast aside in shame, he endured the scorn of those who deemed him unworthy—a pale shadow of a once-proud house. But the spark of vengeance burned in his heart. Harnessing the ancient arts of mana, he delved deep into the forbidden secrets of magic, seeking the power that would make the world bow before him. Each spell, each fragment of mana he claimed was another step on his path of retribution. His goal was not to reclaim his name alone, but to eclipse the might of kings and mages alike. Lightning crackles along his frame, and the black sword he wields pulses with power. No longer a pawn, he is the master of his own destiny. He will not stop until the world itself kneels to him, for in the ashes of his humiliation, he has forged an unbreakable resolve. This is the tale of a man who would become more than mortal. This is the story of The Dark Lord’s Rebirth—a conquest of vengeance and the rise of a new King of the World. ______ If you want to see a noble MC, this is not for you. Protagonist is a man of grand ambitions and will do anything to achieve his dreams. i will be uploading it on RoyalRoad.com name-Luenor Sureva Also the MC is somewhat aggressive

Three years ago, Hazel Vance made a choice that changed everything. One night of passion with a mysterious stranger at a masquerade ball left her with more than just memories—it left her with a son whose rare violet-blue eyes are a constant reminder of the father she'll never find. Now a struggling single mother, Hazel desperately needs the executive assistant position at Sterling Group. The salary could finally give her two-year-old Leo the life he deserves. But her new boss, CEO Liam Sterling, is nothing like she expected. Demanding, brilliant, and devastatingly handsome, Liam has a reputation for being impossible to work for. Most assistants don't last a week. When Hazel refuses to be intimidated by his cold demeanor and sharp tongue, something shifts between them. The attraction is immediate and electric, crackling through every professional interaction. But it's his eyes that stop her cold. The same striking violet-blue shade that stares back at her every morning when she looks at her son. As the tension between them builds and the lines between professional and personal begin to blur, Hazel finds herself caught between her desperate need for this job and her growing attraction to the one man who could destroy everything she's worked for. She doesn't know that Liam has been searching for the mysterious woman from the masquerade ball ever since that night changed him forever. And he has no idea that the composed, fiery assistant who challenges him at every turn is the same woman who haunts his dreams. When the truth finally comes to light, will it bring them together or tear apart the fragile new life Hazel has built for herself and her son?

In a world shaped by moonlight and fate, sixteen-year-old Eila receives her wolf—and with it, the rare power to heal others without touch and glimpse into the future through haunting dreams. But unlike her peers, she doesn’t find her fated mate same day as her wolf. Days pass. Weeks. Then, the unthinkable happens. She is claimed—by not one, but three of the most powerful males in the Moon Treasure Pack. Zois and Lukas Baldwin—silver-haired, cold-eyed twins who command attention without a word—have always been the center of admiration. Handsome beyond reason and untouchable by all. Until Eila. Then there’s Leonard Blackwell, Beta of the pack, dark-haired, icy-eyed, older, and far more dangerous. Rumored to be heartless, he is anything but when it comes to Eila. Tension crackles in every glance, every touch. From the moment Zois kisses the back of her hand in the moonlit woods, to when Lukas pins her during combat training just to test her limits. And Leonard—he doesn’t ask for permission when he corners her in the library, his voice low as he claims, “You are mine, Eila. Don’t ever doubt it.” As the pack mourns after a brutal rogue attack and Eila’s family teeters on the edge of ruin, she rises—leading her siblings, helping the wounded, and awakening power she never knew she possessed. Her nights are filled with strange dreams of ancient entities breathing in the darkness, and her days, with stolen moments between her and the three mates she never asked for. But love comes with a price. Secrets stir. War looms. And the Moon Goddess’s plan for Eila is just beginning. “Eila and Her Three Mates” is a gripping, sensual, dark fantasy romance where destiny tangles with desire, and a girl must find her strength in a world built for men. Perfect for fans of fated mates, twisted love triangles, and slow-burn magic that simmers until it ignites.

****EXTREMELY SMUTTY **CAUTION: CONTAINS ELEMENT OF TABOO, Julian, the son of Duke Alden and the grandson of Grand Duke Augustus stood Infront of the crystalline ball that emanated mana. The crystal absorbed his mana and started glowing with purplish hue, with a sparks of lightning. "Yes, I have unlocked Lightning Affinity," Julian said, a spark of excitement lighting up his blue eyes. Suddenly, the ball began absorbing too much mana, Julian's eyes widened in horror as the energy swirled out of control, crackling with an intensity that was and terrifying. Just as he realized the danger, the ball erupted in a blinding flash, a shockwave of power surging outward. Julian wasn't hurt, but he felt a strange sensation as a dark mist swirled in front of him. Suddenly, he saw a strange entity, a shadowy figure, slip into his forehead. Then, Julian heard an unfamiliar sound echo in his head: “WELCOME TO THE MILF SYSTEM.” Connecting....Success Initializing.......Success “FUCK THE MILFS AND GET STRONGER, CONQUER THE MILFS, CONQUER THE WORLD.” , The voice said Curiosity piqued, Julian quickly asked, "Can you tell me more about the MILF SYSTEM?" The voice continued, "Sure, The MILF SYSTEM will help you reach unimaginable power as a mage. You will need to complete the tasks assigned to you and earn points." ********************* MILF SYSTEM - TASK POINTS CHART Handjob - 10 Points Blowjob - 20 Points Sex - 75 Points Creampie - 100 Points Threesome - 200 Points Spank - 15 Points Anal - 150 Points ********************* Julian grinned, excitement bubbling up inside him. “Well, if that’s what I should do to be stronger, I guess we don’t have any other choice,” he declared, determination shining in his blue eyes ************** [Huge Harem] [In Depth R-18] [Hardcore Fetishes] [Extreme Sex] [Gore] [Big Boobs] [MILF] [Best Girls] [Anal] [Threesome] [Foursome] [N-some] [Big ass] [Impregnation] Some smut scene may contain: [Spitting] [Slapping] [BDSM] [No NTR - No sharing - No mind control - No drugs or potions that influence the girls A lot of Netori and Stealing] Contains long and detailed smut.

It has been over a millennium since the sun last shown upon the land. It is said that the world was beautiful once, with blue skies and all manner of wonders words do no justice. but one day the gods vanished, and with them gone, the land fell under an unrelenting night, from which monsters of all sorts arose. For thousands of years, people of the land have fought against monstrous horrors, their only light coming from the sacred lightning that crackles through skies. No one remembers the sun—only the legends that whisper of its golden warmth beyond the darkness. With the discovery of an artifact straight from the divine era, a young man embarks on a quest to bring about the fabled dawn. There are only two possible outcomes; Bring back the sun, or Fall to the darkness.

Silent Noise For the past five years, people have been going missing - in the most mysterious way. It always starts the same. They begin to lose their minds. Not gradually - suddenly. Violently. They rant about a noise only they can hear. But they insist... it's not just noise. They describe it as a melody - strange and haunting. Piano chords layered with birdsong, ocean waves crashing, and, oddly, the crackle of chains - like someone imprisoned. And then, a hum. A low, slow hum... like a prisoner singing to himself in the dark. But the hum is unsettling. Beautiful... but wrong. Like Lucifer humming a lullaby to his master before the fall. They say it draws you in like a siren's call. Sweet. Hypnotic. Irresistible. Until it doesn't stop. Until it becomes constant. Then it becomes noise. A maddening one. Worse than any alarm - like an emergency call you can't ignore. Ring. Ring. Will you answer it? That beautiful, cursed sound that only you can hear? Or will you let it ring... let it drive you mad? Because once you hear it... it never stops. And no one else can hear it. So they pick up the call, whispering: "I can hear you... I'm not mad... or am I?" Some sob. Some chuckle. And then they follow the sound - into the unknown. They never return. No bodies. No signs of death. Just madness... and a strange melody. Doctors call it insanity. All medical reports show the same signs: Auditory hallucinations. Psychological breakdown. Patients are declared unstable, admitted, treated... And then - they vanish. It's been five years. Ten people gone. No trace. No clues. Just the same mysterious melody. The media calls it a hoax. The police call it a prank. "Kids being kids," they say. Excuses. Lies. Silence. And then one day... it stopped. No more madness. No more disappearances. No more sound. That was the day Isabella Eric came to Edenville. A town drowning in secrets. A girl with a life far from perfect. A past she barely understands. But her arrival is no accident. She doesn't know it yet - but Isabella has a connection to the Silent Noise. A deep one. A dangerous one. What is her purpose in Edenville? What ties her to the missing people? Will she face the melody? Will love save her... or destroy her? Find out in SILENT NOISE.

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!

Aanya and Veer step into the mirror’s cursed realm—a world of broken memories, flickering shadows, and echoes of everything they were too afraid to face. Inside this haunted reflection, guilt takes shape, and forgotten promises demand payment. But it’s not just horror that waits on the other side. It’s her. Ananta. As the truth unravels, Veer becomes Aanya’s anchor. Protective, burning with quiet rage at her pain, he wraps her in love like armor—whispering deadly romantic confessions even as ghosts close in. "If this mirror wants you, it’ll have to take me too. And trust me, sweetheart—if death wants to dance, I’ll make it waltz to your heartbeat." Their journey is a descent through guilt and memory—revealing Ananta’s sacrifice, Naira’s whispered warnings, and Aanya’s forgotten promise to never leave her sister behind. But it’s Veer’s words that tether Aanya to the light: “You were never a curse, Aanya. You were the only thing this House couldn’t break.” With emotion crackling like thunder and horror pulsing at every corner, this novel delivers romance draped in ruin, and a love that dares to survive the mirror. The reflection never lies. But sometimes... it forgives.

In the depths of a primeval forest, where ancient trees twisted towards the sky like skeletal fingers, their gnarled branches tangled in a canopy of darkness. An impenetrable darkness, an unearthly silence reigned like a velvet cloak, gently suffocating all that breathed, trembled, or stirred within its grasp, like a psychopath predator. The air was heavy with the scent of damp earth and decaying leaves, and the only sound was the soft, mournful rustle of leaves, as a chorus of whispers, shrouding the landscape in an eternal, spine-tingling twilight. The darkness suddenly trembled, a slow, bone-chilling glow began to seep from the shadows, casting an ethereal luminescence across the forest floor. The soft, pulsing light grew in intensity, illuminating the source of the glow; a girl with a kind of beauty that transcended the natural, whose presence seemed to command the very air around her. Her eyes, akin to a pair of golden flames, burned with an inner fire, and her hair shimmered with an otherworldly radiance, each flowing strand crackling with raw energy, as if the moon itself had descended to earth. Yet, despite her captivating beauty, an aura of terrifying power emanated from her being, making the trees seem to shudder and the shadows recoil in fear. .... In a world where the natural and supernatural coexist, One of the kingdoms ruled by humans, Eldoria, stood as a beacon of ultimate power and magic. Ruled by its charming and wise King, King Aaron. The kingdom is a delicate balance of human and supernatural forces, for the king's four wives—a vampire, a werewolf, a witch, and a human—add to the complexity of its politics. Brittany, the last child of King Aaron, is a kind-hearted and gentle soul. Despite being half-sister to eight powerful siblings, each possessing extraordinary abilities. She seems to lack the one thing that would make her truly special. Her enchanting amber-bluish hazel eyes and long silky brunette hair set her apart from her siblings' striking appearance. Constantly bullied by her sisters, Brittany's world is one of fear and uncertainty. But Brittany's life is about to take a drastic turn. The original facade of her life shattered on a single pivotal day. She begins to undergo transformations, signaling the emergence of powers she never knew she possessed. The air around her crackles with transcendenal electricity, and her senses come alive with an otherworldly intensity. When darkness arises, threatening the kingdom, could her newfound strength becomes the key to their survival or will history repeat itself? She must navigate a treacherous path, facing malevolent forces, uncovering hidden truths about her heritage; every step is a battle for survival. But will she be able to control the primal power rising within her, or will it consume her and her loved ones completely? ««« This book is divided into certain series including; -Burns Eternal. -Bounded by Flames. - Flames From The Past. »»» This is a book I write in my spare time, so expect limited uploads. As always, the author is open to hear your thoughts, so do not forget to vote and leave your sincere reviews. Midsummer07.

At the heart of this story is a serendipitous encounter that sets the stage for a romance that defies the ordinary. Our protagonists, bound by fate and a series of delightful coincidences, find themselves drawn to each other in ways they never imagined. The air between them crackles with an electric energy, as if the universe itself conspires to bring their lips together in that most cherished of gestures-a kiss. As their journey unfolds, the characters navigate the delicate dance of courtship, with all its tender moments and unspoken desires. Each interaction is imbued with a sense of longing, as they inch closer to the inevitable moment when their hearts will collide. The anticipation is palpable, building with each shared smile and lingering touch. In "Trap a Kiss," love is portrayed as both an art and a science-a beautiful blend of emotion and chemistry that transcends logic. The story captures the essence of that first kiss, where time seems to stand still and the world fades away, leaving only the sensation of lips meeting in perfect harmony.

In the intimate glow of a late-night club, her gaze settled on a striking young man exuding quiet confidence. As she let her wine linger at her lips, she sensed his eyes already locked on her, his stare bold yet inviting. Their brief eye contact crackled with unspoken tension, stirring a playful anticipation. She smiled, teasing the possibility — would he come over, or would they remain tangled in this delicious, uncertain game?

In a world where villains are crafted, not born, Vyan's life takes a detour from dull to downright dramatic faster than he can say "abracadabra." Meet Vyan, the most ordinary knight in the realm, with all the magical prowess of a damp sock. Loyalty? He's got it in spades. Betrayal? Well, that's the surprise twist in his not-so-fairy-tale life. Framed and forsaken, Vyan is left with nothing but a grudge and some pretty gnarly scars, courtesy of his once-master, Iyana. Oh, did he mention she is the daughter of a marquess and the object of his unrequited affection? Talk about adding insult to injury. Just when he is ready to unleash his inner berserker, a butler comes along with news that makes his hair stand on end: Vyan is the last heir of the Grand Duke's mage dynasty! With power crackling at his fingertips and more mana than he can shake a wand at, Vyan is ready to show the world what happens when you underestimate the underdog. Will Vyan rise from the ashes like a phoenix, or will he crash and burn like a fire-breathing chicken? There's only one way to find out.

In a world where ancient tribes harness elemental power, the Storm Tribe—once feared for their dominion over lightning—is now a fading whisper on the wind. Eldra is just a baby when the tribe faces extinction. In a desperate bid to protect the future, his dying father entrusts Eldra to Hazard—a young warrior with a fractured past and a burning vow. Now marked by loss and bound by promise, Hazard must navigate a world that wants the Storm Tribe erased from history. But the storm never truly dies. With mysterious enemies lurking, forgotten powers awakening, and destiny crackling in the skies, the survival of a child might just spark the rebirth of a legend. Can the last flicker of lightning ignite a new storm?

The silver portal shimmered before us, pulsing with an eerie glow. It wasn’t exactly inviting—at least, not to me. Judging by the silence, I’d bet the others felt the same way, though Argentum’s ever-present grin was an exception. Yeah… none of us really wanted to go. But at this point, we had no choice. Elyas let out a weary sigh. Maintaining the portal must have been taking a toll on him. “There’s no turning back,” he said, his voice firm but tired. “Let’s just get this over with.” Then, he turned to me. “Ash, you’re taking the lead?” I stuffed my hands into my pockets. “Why me?” I wasn’t the leader or anything. Did he think I’d inspire confidence in the others? Yeah, right. Tack! A sharp slap landed on my back, nearly knocking me forward. Argentum burst into laughter. “Oh, that’s right! Should I call you Ash or Lina now?” His eyes sparkled with amusement. I shot him a glare. He really didn’t hold back, huh? My shoulder still stung. “Keep that up, and I’ll make sure you lose that one good hand of yours,” I muttered. He just grinned wider. With a sigh, I turned toward the portal. “It’s Lina. Lina Lapis.” I took a step forward, the swirling energy crackling against my skin. “Since we’ll be meeting Ash on the other side anyway.” And with that, I stepped through. The others followed close behind. “Let’s see how this goes, shall we?”

In a shattered world where ancient dungeons emit magic energy, powerful warlords vie for dominance, and the air crackles with old curses, Xiaoya Feng walks a treacherous line between destruction and godhood. Orphaned at the age of twelve when mercenaries burned her village, Xiaoya holds on to two legacies from her dying mother: a jade pendant in the form of a crescent moon that reminds her to survive at all costs. . . . Xiaoya (age 15); "Mama, please get up! We have to run!" Her small hands shake as she presses on the wound in her mother's chest, the warm stickiness spreading through her fingers. The earth shakes; Another explosion? Mercenaries? Demons? She didn't look. Li Feng choked her blood. "Listen… Xiao-ya. The strong… they do not triumph. The clever do. You… survive. Promise me." A cough cuts into her words. Blood splatters across Xiaoya's cheeks. Xiaoya Feng Cried. "I-I'll carry you! There's a healer in the next valley—" "No." Li Feng's fingers wrap around Xiaoya's wrist, cold as winter steel. "Take the pendant. Hide it. Let them see you as weak… until you strike back." The jade glimmers in the firelight, its edges razor-sharp enough to draw blood. Xiaoya's tears dry upon contact with the burned earth. Li Feng whispered in a low voice. "Live. Not just… survive. Live. Find joy. Promise—" The hand goes slack as she dies. Far away, a man laughs which was like a deep, greasy sound as footsteps close in on the hut. Xiaoya Feng didn't not moved. She does not breathe. Her mother's eyes look past her, and flames dance in them like wicked spirits. 'Survive.' She threads the pendant's chain around her neck. It burns her skin. 'Live.' A shadow falls in the doorway: a mercenary captain, his armor shining with borrowed trinkets. Xiaoya does not beg or scream. She looks him in the eye and allows her voice to shake, becoming the frightened child she is meant to be. Xiaoya Feng whispered. "P-please… don't hurt me." The captain smiles broadly, sheathing his sword. "Aww, little rabbit. I'll make it qui-" Her fingers wrap around the dagger concealed in her mother's sash. Strike! Present Day (Whispered Memory): Xiaoya touches the pendant at her throat, its edge still sharp. Survive. Live. These orders war within her heart as she gazes into the emptiness of a dungeon, its darkness resonating with promises of power… and destruction. "Ordinary," she says as she readjusted her herb-gatherer's cloak. "Just an ordinary day." The lie burns like ashes. But lies, like daggers, cut the deepest when they go unnoticed. -- P.S - Romance? I don't think I will add this element but if I do then not much... Romance isn't my first priority.

When the apocalypse struck, Earth’s vegetation withered into dust and rivers vanished into cracked earth. Panic devoured civilizations as order and humanity shattered. In this new era, survival narrowed to one primal obsession: food. Wheat and rice became luxuries only gracing the tables of the ultra-rich. Fresh vegetables? Their prices skyrocketed ten-thousand-fold—now priceless treasures beyond reach. Then… a scavenger found a smartphone. Its cracked screen flickered to life— and the footage within shook the world. • Vegetables, glistening with dew, tumbling into boiling hotpot broth. • A sizzling leg of lamb, skin crackling with each turn, dusted with sesame-like cumin. • Fish soup simmered pure white as milk, crowned with emerald scallions. A feast from a lost paradise— taunting a starving hellscape.

A hero dies in one world… only to be forged anew in another. When Kael throws himself in front of a speeding truck to save a stranger, he expects nothing more than death. Instead, he awakens in a brutal medieval realm—one where magic crackles through the air, kingdoms are forged by the blade, and monsters wear the faces of gods. But Kael is no ordinary man reborn. A mysterious System now governs his soul, granting him powers that evolve with his choices and actions. His body strengthens. His senses sharpen. His path unfolds—one mission, one level, one deadly decision at a time. Marked by a cursed relic and hunted by forces older than the stars, Kael becomes something feared and forgotten: Flameborn. With fire running through his veins and fate watching his every move, he must survive battles against corrupted knights, sorcerous cults, and entities that walk between life and death. To master the power within, Kael must seek out the long-lost Order of Ember—and with them, the truth behind his rebirth. But the world of steel and sorcery is merciless. And Kael is no longer just a man. He is a spark… in a world waiting to burn.

The boardroom was a wall of glass and judgment. At exactly 8:59 AM, Arielle pushed through the doors in a sharp navy dress that clung to her like confidence had been stitched into every seam. Her heels echoed across the floor as she approached the long, polished table where half a dozen stone-faced executives sat, murmuring over papers and steaming coffee. Dominic was already seated at the head of the table. He didn't look at her. Not at first. But he felt her enter. Just like gravity feels the moon. She took her spot near the screen, placed the tablet in front of her, and exhaled slowly. "You ready?" Dominic asked quietly, his voice low, unreadable. She turned to him with a sharp smile. "Born ready." He finally met her gaze—and for a second, something flickered behind his eyes. Not approval. Not yet. But something… closer than before. "Gentlemen," Dominic said to the table. "This is Arielle Sinclair. She'll be walking you through the market projections and proposed strategy updates for Q3." One of the older men raised a brow. "Her?" Arielle didn't flinch. "Yes. Me," she said, smiling sweetly. "Try to keep up." There was a pause—half stunned, half amused—and then, silence She launched into her presentation. And she nailed it. Clear. Sharp. Confident. She wasn't just parroting facts; she owned the numbers. Her explanations were quick, her slides precise, and her delivery unapologetically fierce. For the first time, they weren't looking at her legs or her lipstick. They were looking at her mind. And Dominic? He watched every second like a man watching a match ignite in a room full of gas. At one point, their eyes locked—and she saw it. A crack in his armor. Not desire. Not annoyance. But something like… respect. And it made her stomach flip in a way no designer bag ever had. When she concluded with a succinct, "Any questions?" the room was quiet. Then, one of the board members nodded. "Well done, Miss Sinclair. Concise and well-structured." Dominic didn't say a word. But his fingers drummed once against the table. A silent approval. The meeting ended. As the board members filed out, Dominic remained seated, watching her. She turned to him slowly. "Well?" she asked. He stood, approached, and said nothing until he was directly in front of her. "You surprised them." "And you?" His gaze dropped to her lips for a split second before meeting her eyes again. "I don't surprise easily." She stepped closer. "You didn't think I could do it." "I knew you could," he said, voice dark and steady. "I just didn't know if you would." She tilted her head. "So what now?" His eyes raked over her—not with lust, but with something more dangerous. Calculating. Hungry. "Now," he said slowly, "I stop holding back." She inhaled sharply. "What does that mean?" "It means if you're staying in this game, you better be ready to lose sometimes." She licked her lips. "I never lose." He smirked—slow, wolfish. "We'll see." And he walked out first. But this time? She followed with her chin high, her stride proud, and fire crackling in her chest. She hadn't just passed the test. She'd lit the room on fire. The hallway was quiet after the boardroom storm, but Arielle's heels still echoed like a victory march. She was glowing. Not just from the adrenaline of her flawless presentation, but from something else—something hotter, deeper. The way Dominic had looked at her afterward wasn't just professional respect. It was a crack in his walls. And she intended to widen it. She pressed the button for the elevator, and just as the doors slid open, a shadow fell over her shoulder. Dominic. Of course. He stepped in beside her without a word, towering, silent, composed. The doors closed. Silence. Tension. Air that thickened with each passing floor. She stood beside him, not touching, but close enough to feel the heat rolling off his body. Close enough to catch a whiff of his cologne—clean, dark, devasta

Beneath his gentle protection..but who is truly guarding whom? Tyler Lockwood’s life is a mess. Once a successful man, he loses his job, his stability, and almost his sanity until he lands a gig as a security guard at one of New York’s most prestigious high-tech companies. The catch? His boss is Mr. Han a cold, powerful, irritatingly hot Korean billionaire whose presence alone can set anyone’s pulse racing. Tyler never planned to get tangled in Han’s world. Han never expected his blonde-haired, sharp-tongued, walking disaster of an employee to invade his carefully built walls. But the more they clash, the more they crave. Tension crackles. Restraint crumbles. Yet, their world isn’t meant to collide. Their company forbids relationships between employees. Their lives exist in separate spheres. And yet… neither can resist. A choice must be made… hearts will break, secrets will spill, and bodies will collide—only then can everything fall into place.

The forest pulsed with life, the scent of rain clinging thick in the air. The moon hung heavy overhead, a silver eye watching—waiting. Beneath it, the alpha stood at the clearing’s edge, broad shoulders tense, golden eyes locked on the lone figure before him.The omega was smaller, leaner, his dark curls damp from the mist. His chest rose and fell with measured breaths, but there was no fear in him. No submission. Just something wild, something defiant.The alpha’s wolf stirred, restless. Wrong. Omegas were supposed to lower their gaze, bare their throats, yield. This one? He met the alpha’s stare head-on, lips curling at the edges like he knew exactly how much that would piss him off.“You shouldn’t be here.” The alpha’s voice was a low growl, his instincts warring between warning and… something else.The omega tilted his head, sharp amusement flashing in his dark eyes. “And yet, here I am.”A challenge.Something in the alpha snapped. In a blur, he closed the distance, caging the omega against the nearest tree. Heat crackled between them, the scent of pine and something dangerous filling the air. The omega didn’t flinch, didn’t shrink back. Instead, he dragged his tongue over his bottom lip, slow and deliberate, like he was tasting the tension between them.“You’ve got a death wish,” the alpha murmured, his breath ghosting over the omega’s skin.The omega smirked. “Maybe. Or maybe I just like watching you lose control.”The alpha’s hands curled into fists against the bark. This omega is going to be the death of me

“In a world full of chosen ones, he wasn’t just reborn he was built to conquer" In a frozen room soaked with fear and blood, children weep in terror. In the corner lies the shredded corpse of Agent Rudra Singh—a top-tier operative, now nothing more than a statistic. His final call crackles unanswered through his mic: “Agent 1, do you copy?” But fate doesn’t let legends die so easily. Rudra is reborn in Aetherion, a world where fantasy and science fiction collide—a realm ruled by ancient magic, powerful systems, and dangerous secrets. His new identity? Arthur Valerian, the noble-born son of Count Valerian, a peak Rank 8 swordsman feared across the continent. Gifted with powerful skills: • Appraisal – See through lies, illusions, and souls. • Mana Regeneration – A bottomless well of power. • Sword Lord – A divine connection to the blade. And to tip the scales further, a god grants him a personal divine blessing—for reasons unknown. But as Arthur grows, he realizes something’s wrong. Very wrong. “What the hell is this world? Why are there so many damn protagonists?!” From overpowered vampires with broken Systems… To dimension-traveling warriors backed by upper realm masters… To meta-aware heroes screaming about “their” plotlines… Everyone thinks they’re the main character. Arthur? He just wants to survive—then dominate. “Come at me. I’ll show you who the real boss is.” But in a world shaped by forgotten gods, corrupted realms, and collapsing timelines, can Arthur carve out his destiny—or will he be swallowed by someone else’s story? In Aetherion, power is plot—and Arthur is done playing side character.

Disclaimer: Some mature scenes are included “I’m sure she wasn’t feeling sorry when she’s all up on my husband last night!” When Alexandra finally married her childhood crush at the age of 25, she didn't expect that she would one day catch another woman in the arms of her husband while she hid in the bedroom closet. But there she was, anger, betrayal, and sadness washed over her all at once as she stared at her husband and the woman who had the same dark brown eyes and dark hair as her. They looked almost identical...? That same night, she stumbled onto the beach and before she knew it, she was sitting across the table from her high school ex, Caleb, looking down at the terms of their marriage contract that he drafted up hastily. Fuelled by anger and betrayal by the people she once loved, Alexandra knew she had to take things into her own hands. Together with Caleb, they plot her revenge. ---------------- "Alexandra…" Her name rolled off his tongue effortlessly as though it had always belonged there, the deep baritone of his voice causing her heart to skip a beat. Silence enveloped them in an instant as the air between them crackled with unspoken tension. The flood of memories engulfed them at that moment. How long had it been since they had last seen one another? Effortlessly, he reached for her back and under her knees, carrying her bridal-style before heading back to the car. "Is there anything I can help with? As thanks for… not running me over and providing me shelter?" "Actually, there is," Caleb said.  Alexandra turned, raising an eyebrow. She hadn't expected him to so shamelessly take her up on her offer when they both knew it was just to be polite. "This probably ain't the best time but… Do you want to get married?"

Mike was unlike any other man, navigating life with a singular desire: to surround himself with women. His journey in love began with Sheila, a passionate relationship that eventually crumbled under the weight of infidelity. Heartbroken yet resilient, Sheila swiftly moved on and married someone new, leaving Mike to ponder his choices. Just three months later, in a moment of desperation, Mike reached out to Sheila, sparking a storm that threatened her new marriage. Frustrated and seeking solace, he turned to Sasha, a woman he had casually met the day before. With an adventurous spirit, Mike invited her over, and to his surprise, she accepted without hesitation. Arriving at her home, he quickly realized that Sasha was a world apart from Sheila—she seemed uninterested in even the simplest household tasks. Forced to retreat to Mike's place, Sasha settled in as the night wore on. Just when things seemed to be taking a turn, Mike received a call from his friend inviting him to a midnight party. Unable to resist, he left Sasha behind, setting the stage for an unexpected twist. At the party, the atmosphere crackled with energy, and Mike found himself drawn to a captivating woman named Praxidis. Before long, he made a bold decision: to pursue a future with her. In secret, he arranged for Praxidis to stay at Brian’s place, ensuring no one would discover their budding romance. However, when he returned to his own place to see Sasha off, he found her completely at ease, fully aware that she intended to stay. Avoiding Brian’s probing questions about Praxidis, Mike's life spiraled into a tangled web of deception. The reality of marriage, with its trials and tribulations, set in. Despite his best efforts to keep the peace, Mike found himself facing dramatic confrontations with Sasha nearly every day, making each evening a rollercoaster of emotions. Meanwhile, Brian, caught in the whirlwind of Mike's choices, ultimately found himself bound to Praxidis as well, intertwining their fates in an unexpected twist of love and loyalty.

In a world where time bends and ancient clans wield extraordinary powers, 13-year-old Vitrit, a spirited member of the Origami Clan, embarks on an epic quest to Crimsonfang Mountain Den—a stronghold guarded by demons and shrouded in mystery. Gifted with the rare ability to manipulate paper and blood, Vitrit is thrust into a team of young warriors, including the enigmatic Lucior, whose lightning strikes crackle with untamed power; Ryoshi, a time-magic prodigy with a sharp tongue; and Akriya, whose quiet strength hides a surprising gift for growth. Led by the stern yet wise Eran, they must navigate a treacherous mountain path to retrieve legendary weapons from the Den before its gate closes forever.As the team trains with unbreakable Kswords and Vitrit unlocks a forbidden enchantment—the Adamant Tome, hardening their paper body to slice mountains—their journey begins with a deceptively calm climb through the mountain’s safe lower slopes. Laughter echoes as they pluck fruits from trees, but tension simmers between Ryoshi and Lucior, threatening to fracture their unity. Vitrit’s paranoia about unseen demons tests their resolve, only to reveal a squirrel’s mischief, while Akriya’s tree-growing prowess adds a spark of wonder. Yet, the true challenge looms as they reach the tribes’ shielded region, a golden barrier marking the edge of a territory where ancient rituals hold the key to the Den’s opening.The tribes, cautious and bound by strict rules about magic, greet the warriors with wary eyes under a sky painted with twilight hues, birds chirping softly as the sun dips. Their ritual, a sacred dance to thank their goddess, channels power to unlock the Den—but a shocking betrayal from within the tribe ignites violent chaos, forcing Vitrit and the team to fight for survival. As demons stir and the upper four awaken from their 25-year slumber, Vitrit grapples with their growing strength and the weight of leadership, questioning who they can trust. With time magic ticking and clan powers clashing, the quest becomes a battle against betrayal, darkness, and their own doubts—a journey where every second counts to claim victory or face annihilation.

Justin, a gamer with a head full of fantastical worlds, never expected his average life to end in a glitch. Yet, death wasn't the final screen. He awakens colossal, reborn as a Rouge Giant - a towering anomaly in a world teetering on the brink of chaos. This isn't a game. Magic crackles in the air, technology clashes with ancient sorcery, and colossal mechs bestride the battlefield. Demigods vie for power, while forgotten gods stir in their slumber. Justin, adrift in this bizarre reality, has a spark of familiarity. His memories of anime, manga, and video games become an unexpected compass. Can he leverage his pop-culture knowledge to navigate a world where martial arts bend reality and technology pushes the boundaries of the divine? Join Justin on his epic odyssey to unravel the mystery of his transformation. Will he become the strongest being in this world, or will he be consumed by its unforgiving chaos? The line between hero and villain blurs in this unique tale of a gamer reborn in a world unlike any he's ever imagined. (A.N hi guys it's my first time making a novel and I hope you liked it please follow me and please share my work) (so I can watch my novel become a webtoon,manga.manhua or manhwa, because that is one of my dreams) (and please support me with power stones as well please)

The air crackled with an unseen energy as he closed the distance between them. Each deliberate step he took seemed to steal a breath her. His shadow fell over her, an eclipse that sent a shiver down her spine, not entirely from fear. When he finally halted, his presence was a palpable weight, a silent promise of something ancient and powerful. Then, his breath, cool against the delicate curve of her ear, sent a different kind of tremor through her. The husky whisper that followed was a dark melody, a dangerous invitation that both terrified and intrigued. "You don't want to know what I can do for you or how I can make you feel," he murmured, the words a silken caress that belied their potent undertones. Her pulse quickened, a frantic drum against her ribs. His nearness was a dizzying assault on her senses – the faint, earthy scent that clung to him, the unnerving intensity of his gaze that seemed to pierce through her very soul. His words hung in the air between them, heavy with unspoken possibilities, with the promise of sensations both exquisite and terrifying. It was a challenge, a dare whispered in the most intimate of ways. It spoke of a power he held, a knowledge of pleasure and perhaps pain that stretched back centuries. It hinted at a world beyond her mortal comprehension, a world she suddenly found herself inexplicably drawn to. Her breath hitched. She did want to know. A dangerous curiosity, a yearning for something unknown and forbidden, unfurled within her. The fear was still there, a cold knot in her stomach, but it was intertwined now with a strange, undeniable pull. His nearness was a magnetic force, drawing her into his orbit despite the warnings screaming in her mind. The space between them felt charged, electric, humming with a tension that was both terrifying and intoxicating. In that whispered promise, the predator and the prey were teetering on the precipice of something far more complex, a dangerous dance where desire and fear held equal sway.

There lived a feeble boy on the streets who struggled to survive, but couldn’t give up on life despite how harsh the going got, trying to survive death which loomed closer by the second. Even then, how long can one really survive hunger? So, he reluctantly welcomed his ultimate demise during a heavy rainy afternoon. Thunder crackled and lightning flashed, which casted the shadow of someone near him; as he lifted his gaze to see whom it belonged to, he saw a girl with soulless eyes, holding onto a bloody knife, who granted him with the peace he so very desired.

The circle held its breath as Damon’s challenge hung in the air, heavy with tension. His voice was light, but his words dripped with provocation. “Xavier, would you rather have the undivided attention of a mysterious person for the rest of the night… or get your dream car?” Xavier’s smirk sharpened, his eyes gleaming with something far more dangerous than amusement. “I choose the first,” he said, his gaze locking onto Kamsi. Her heart stuttered, her pulse quickening under the weight of his stare. Damon’s grin widened. “Then seduce someone here. Fifteen seconds. No touch. No explicit words. Just your charm.” The air grew thick, crackling with anticipation. The room leaned in as Xavier rose slowly, like a predator stalking its prey. His eyes never wavered from Kamsi, who could feel her resolve slipping under his relentless focus. She told herself it was just a game. But the way he moved, the way his presence engulfed her, made her wonder: What happens when a game stops being a game? When Kamsi Chibuike arrived in Washington, D.C., she craved a fresh start—a place where she could blend into the background and escape her past. But blending in was impossible once she crossed paths with Xavier Alastair, the untouchable bully who ruled Washington DC International School with a smirk that promised trouble. Their first encounter left her humiliated, furious… and unforgettable in his eyes. Xavier thrives on power, his sharp tongue and devilish charm keeping everyone at arm’s length. Yet, Kamsi’s defiance sparks something in him—something he can’t ignore. She becomes his favorite target, their clashes more intense with each encounter. But the more they push each other, the more Kamsi senses that beneath Xavier’s cruelty lies something broken, something real. What starts as a battle of wills turns into a dangerous game of attraction, where every insult masks a deeper truth and every glance threatens to ignite something uncontrollable. As Kamsi is drawn into Xavier’s chaotic world, she realizes that he isn’t just the school’s bully—he’s a storm threatening to tear through everything she thought she knew. The Bully’s Redemption is a gripping, tension-filled story of fierce enemies, forbidden desires, and the thin line between hate and passion. In a world where games can become deadly, and redemption seems impossible, Kamsi and Xavier must decide: Will they destroy each other, or will they find salvation in the chaos?