Louis Tomlinson Tattoo

"I was never meant to be here." In a world where Gifts determine status and power, Saul Mayne stands at the top — a sword-wielding prodigy blessed by fate. Louis Hall follows closely, heir to a billion-credit empire with talent and pride to match. Then there's Paul Wayne — a nobody. No background. No family. No rank. Just a strange tattoo on his hand and a broken system that shows a question mark where his identity should be. He shouldn't even be at Diamond Academy, the elite combat school where future heroes are forged. But the invitation came. The uniform fit. The door opened. Now trapped in a sence that isn’t his, Paul must navigate ruthless guilds, overwhelming talents, and an academy designed to chew up the weak. But there's something wrong with this world. And Paul Wayne might be the glitch that changes everything. --- An academy setting. A mysterious system. A forgotten extra with no place in the script. The truth behind his existence… starts now. ---

She woke up with no name, no memories—only 108 tattoos etched across her skin, each one pulsing with secrets she doesn’t understand. Every mark is a clue. Every line, a lie. Hunted by shadowy organizations and haunted by flashes of a life she doesn’t remember, she’s forced to trust a man whose name was written on the back of a photo: Agent Marlow. But even he doesn’t know the full truth—because she might not be human at all. Who created her? Why was she erased? And what happens when every tattoo unlocks a new power… or a buried sin? In a world where reality is paper-thin and identities can be rewritten, she must fight to uncover the chilling answer to the question that terrifies her most: If she was never real… then what is she now?

The day Louis discovered his girlfriend's betrayal, he died from a gunshot wound to the head. Fortunately, fate smiled on him and allowed him to be reincarnated in a magical world as the youngest son of an SSS-class family. That same day, he awakened his Class—an event that should have marked the beginning of his rise. Instead, it marked his downfall. [Ding! You have awakened an SSS-Rank Class.] [Class: God of Money] [Rank: SSS] A god? Yes, that's beautiful. But a god of money? In the eyes of his proud family, that title was a joke—an insult. The weakest, most useless Class imaginable. So, they banished him, stripped him of the family name, and cast him aside without a second thought. But they were unaware of his skill, abilities, and the potential that money could bring. He smiled as he saw himself banished and looked at the system. “If you fire me, it's okay. I'll keep creating missions even if I end up in a garbage dump, and I'll come back for your heads someday.” Two system messages flashed before him. [Your actions generate money, and money makes you stronger.] [You have the ability to create missions.] Under the influence of his newly acquired Class, he will delve into all the magical paths this world offers, become embroiled in political intrigue, and conquer kingdoms on his own. "Money? I'm the God. Women? That's fine—I have plenty.

At twenty-four, Queen Layla Thorne never wanted the throne that claimed her parents' lives. Now, as the reluctant ruler of a fractured kingdom, she must prove herself worthy of a crown that feels more like a shackle than a symbol of power. With only her fiercely loyal friend Dara by her side, Layla struggles to master her thresh-wielding abilities while haunted by visions of shadowed wings edged in gold—visions that feel more like memories than dreams. When mysterious Rayne enters her world, his silver-braided hair and intricate tattoos hiding secrets that could either save her kingdom or destroy it, Layla must choose between the safety of her throne and the dangerous pull of a connection that threatens everything she's been taught to believe. In a realm where political alliances shift like shadows and power comes at the ultimate price, some bonds can only be forged in darkness. Will she embrace the shadows that call to her, or will the weight of the crown crush what remains of her soul? BOUND BY SHADOW - where political intrigue meets forbidden romance, and some destinies can only be claimed in darkness.

Pain. That's all I could process at first. Not the "stubbed my toe" kind of pain, but the "someone used my body as a punching bag" variety. Every nerve screamed in protest as consciousness dragged me back from wherever I'd been floating. 'Where the hell am I?' My eyes wouldn't open properly. Everything felt wrong - the air smelled different, tasted metallic on my tongue. The surface beneath me wasn't a hospital bed. Too hard. Too rough. "He's waking up." A woman's voice, soft but strange. Accented in a way I couldn't place. "Finally. Three days is a long time, even for sky-people." Another voice, older, male. 'Sky-people?' I forced my eyes open and immediately wished I hadn't. The woman leaning over me had gray skin. Not sick-gray, but actually gray, like stone. Glowing white tattoos traced patterns across her face and arms, pulsing gently with her heartbeat.

They call him Ghost. A name whispered in fear across warzones, black markets, and underworld circles. To the world, he's a phantom—a faceless mercenary who leaves no trace but bodies in his wake. To his enemies, he’s a death sentence. To his brothers-in-arms in Graveyard, he’s family. But to himself... he's a haunted man searching for a past stolen in gunfire and smoke. After a flawless mission deep in the Eastern Province, Ghost returns to the hidden forest base he's called home for sixteen years. Yet the victory is short-lived. His foster father, the commander delivers an unexpected order: "That was your last mission." Now, Ghost—real name Miles Sterling—must step out of the shadows of war and into a world he’s never known. Guided only by a scarred letter, a fading memory, and the voice of a woman he hasn’t seen since the day everything was taken from him. But war forged more than his body and name. Behind the mask, behind the scars, Miles has another secret. One he’s kept hidden even from his brothers in arms. He’s not just a weapon. He’s a ghost with a fortune—a hidden empire he built in silence, across borders and black markets, forged in strategy and blood. A man of many names, and many shadows. Beneath the bullets, tattoos, and silence lies a truth buried in ashes. And Ghost is about to dig it up—one letter, one enemy, one memory at a time.

It seemed like an easy mission for The Cathal Brother. Find the traitor that betrayed their family and operation. Take the infamous hacker Christopher Young as well and take him under their employment, however, when raiding the mansion they did not expect to find that Christopher Young is nothing that they thought he was. Christopher Young is a curvaceous young woman with piercings tattoos and dreads. Can these four brothers handle the chaos that comes with this princess?

Kyoline Diego was born of blood, betrayal, and gunfire. Born of a Respectable Made Man, a child who frightened a few but was cherished by all. Her world was destroyed the day her father was assassinated and her family left for dead. Eighteen and jaded now, Kyoline makes friends with bartending shifts, gun-running, and caring for the siblings nobody else will. Love is not on the agenda—survival is. But there's Tenz Jersey, her mafia beau, all tattoos and broken vows, who kisses like sin and lies like the bible. He gives her protection, passion, and anarchy in equal measure. She tells herself he's enough, that he's the only one capable of making the threat feel like home. Until Isaac. Cold. Deadly. Unapologetically deadly. He grabs her and stuffs her into a black SUV, and claims to be a cop, and whisks her off into a game of questioning, control, and cannoli. Only Isaac's not NYPD—he's the mafia's best hitman. And he's staring at her way too hard. He notices what others do not—her quick wit, her raw edges, the fire she keeps hidden under her golden dresses and guarded smiles. He is not trying to save her. He wishes to see how far she will go to save herself. Now Kyoline is caught between two men who both report to the same violent underworld—and both want her for different reasons. One wants to cage her up. The other wants to burn her alive. But the mafia doesn't believe in love. The mafia believes in loyalty. And Kyoline's loyalty might cost her everything—her heart, her freedom, and maybe even her life. In a world where love is poison and trust is a weapon, one girl must decide if she's a pawn in their game… or the queen who burns their kingdom to ashes.

He’s the Alpha of nightmares—tattooed, ruthless, and bound by blood to a throne soaked in secrets. She’s the silver-haired mystery who shouldn’t exist... And the only woman his wolf has ever craved. Kael Nightborne doesn’t believe in fate. Not when it threatens to unravel the kingdom he built with blood and bone. But the moment Seraphina steps into his territory—haunted eyes, untamed magic, lips that dare to defy him—he knows two things: She’s forbidden. And she’s his. Seraphina has always felt like something inside her is... wrong. Too wild. Too dark. Too hungry. When she enters the realm of the wolves, she expects answers—not a possessive Alpha with silver eyes and a voice that makes her body burn. But Kael isn’t just dangerous. He’s obsessed. And when an ancient war resurfaces, enemies close in, and her true bloodline is exposed, Seraphina will have to choose between running from the beast who wants to own her... Or surrendering to the fire only he can ignite. Dark. Addictive. Sinfully steamy. Welcome to the kingdom where the Alpha always claims what’s his—no matter the cost.

I never asked to be the chosen anything. I had a nice enough life, if you enjoy communing with dead people, wrangling ghostly regrets, and being occasionally mistaken for a lost Victorian child. Harrowers don’t get holidays, and we certainly don’t get destiny. We get well-worn boots, crumbling field journals, and maybe—if we’re lucky—a thermos that doesn’t leak. I was fine with that. Then came the part where I accidentally got involved in a celestial conspiracy. You know, the usual: unraveling the fabric of fate, discovering I may or may not be some mythical thread-weaver, dodging bureaucratic Fae with sharp smiles and sharper agendas, and, most inconveniently of all, developing a highly inconvenient attraction to a certain exiled Huntsman of the Unseelie Court who looks he stepped out GQ: Gothic Edition and smells like rain. Alaric Fen. Yes, that Alaric. The one with the eyes like amber lightning and cheekbones you could cut yourself on. Now I’m trying to stop the Balance from folding like a wet towel, while two ancient Courts most humans are blissfully unaware about flirt with civil war, and everyone keeps looking at me like I’ve got the answers. I don't. I have tattoos I didn't sign up for, a fast-talking con artist for a best friend, and some stubborn hope that kindness still counts for something. So if you're looking for a grand epic of magic, love, betrayal, memory, and rebellion—well. Here we are.  Just… don’t expect me to smile about it. Come along if you'd like. I could use someone on my side. -Entry from the diary of Grey Wyrde

I let out a bitter laugh. “It’s ironic, isn’t it? You spent years making my life a living hell, and now you look at me like I’m the very air you breathe.” Lennox’s face fell. “Olivia, it wasn’t supposed to be like this—” I cut him off, my eyes blazing with anger. “Oh, but it was. You wanted me broken. You wanted me to suffer. And I did.” I paused, my voice trembling. “But not anymore.” Louis, who had been silent, spoke softly. “Olivia, we—” I shook my head and took a step back, putting distance between us. “No. Whatever you think you feel, it doesn’t matter. It’s too late. You had a choice. And every single time, you chose her. Over and over again, you chose Anita.” Levi shook his head. “We were wrong.” I met their gazes. “Yes, you were. And now, you’ll have to live with it.” With that, I turned away, refusing to let them see the tears burning in my eyes. •••••••• Olivia Parker was once the cherished daughter of a respected Gamma—until betrayal shattered her world. Branded the daughter of a traitor, she was stripped of her title, her dignity, and the life she had known, forced to serve as an Omega among those who once respected her. But fate wasn’t done with her yet. On the night of the mating ceremony, Olivia discovered the cruelest twist of all—she wasn’t fated to just one mate, but three. And not just any three. Alpha Lennox, Alpha Louis, and Alpha Levi—the ruthless triplet Alphas who had spent years tormenting her. Bound to a marriage they never wanted, the triplets made her life a waking nightmare. They paraded their lover, Anita, before her, ensuring she never forgot her place, never forgot that they would never want her. But fate has a way of playing its own game. As secrets unravel and buried truths come to light, the triplets begin to see Olivia for who she truly is—not just a Luna in title, but the woman they never realized they needed. Only now, she’s done waiting.

You only wanted to see it... So, you did the unthinkable—used a mysterious stone to change yourself into a FREAKING HOT PRETTY BOY. Now stuck in a boy’s body, you sneak into an exclusive VIP mafia-son-only event. But when a priceless watch goes missing, you’re the prime suspect. Dragged into a dark room, a gun to your head, you come face-to-face with a dangerous, tattooed mafia heir—cocky, cruel, and annoyingly hot. He looks into your panicked eyes… and smirks. > “Your eyes are too pretty to kill.” His voice is low and dangerous—like he’s already peeling your clothes off with his gaze. *** He’s arrogant, but your eyes make him horny—though he’d never admit it. Will he ever find out you actually belong to the enemy clan? A very forbidden enemy clan. Even as he’s fallen way too deep?

Shortly after Chuck departed, Louis turned to Allison with a look of astonishment and inquired, "Who, precisely, is Chuck Cannon? I had assumed he was just an ordinary individual. He has undergone significant changes; he is no longer the same Chuck I married. While I am uncertain about the nature of these changes, I am confident that we will navigate this together. Perhaps we should consider engaging a formidable organization to address this matter effectively. Louis expressed uncertainty regarding that matter. Regardless, the last occasion we pursued this approach did not produce the desired outcome, as evidenced by our present circumstances. 

Logan Hayes is trouble himself. The kind of guy your parents warn you about. Tattoos decorating his skin. He walks like he owns the whole world. The entire campus was wrapped around his fingers. Harper Reed hated trouble. As the dean's perfect daughter, she had to live a perfect life and get perfect grades. Until a viral scandal ruins Harper's spotless reputation, and she has no other option but to make a deal with the devil himself—Logan. She has to fake date him to restore her image. But he only agrees because she claims she knows what no one else should. Things get more complicated when , Damian , Logan's long-lost cousin, returns to take him back home. Damian is no different from Logan — tattoos on his skin and that same dangerous energy Logan held. Harper Reed now finds herself stucked in the midst of two devils, chaos and full-blown drama.

Rose was growing increasingly nervous with their silence. She was drawn toward Adam all of a sudden. Her breathing became audible to Rose, and the musky smell of Adam caused her brain to shut off. Rose lost control and surged on Adam, cornering him, but Adam became more conscious of Rose's actions as a result of her abrupt movement. Instead of pulling himself back, He drew closer, making their lips brushed each others. This small gesture made Rose more aware of this unknown feeling which was kept hidden for so long. The restrain which was solidified over the years was giving up. If it had only been physical intimacy, she would have been content, but hearing her heart race and her breath being taken away making her completely breathless seem like more than just a passing interest. The sensation of love seeping through her emotional gaps and consuming her in its desire, driving her to crave more despite her baffled state of mind, leading her to submit to this intoxication.The unimanginable pleasure this can give her kept her going for more and more. She closed the distance between their lips, taking his breath into her. Weighing in for the last time of the consequences, she moved an inch closer.  An old tale of love, retaliation, and lost hope. It is set in the present and has figures from mythology from antiquity. It follows the journey of a young woman who thinks she is the only person who survived an awful catastrophe. After her kingdom has been chastised by the heavens for the sins of their ancestors, she sets off on a quest to exact retribution. For a century now, she has been forced to overcome the curse set upon her and discover the answers to her pressing questions. Experiencing love, she is unable to express it since doing so might endanger the lives of those closest to her. To awaken the magic from within, she must utilize her father's soul pendant and unleash her soul abilities. Her journey is plagued with peril and obstacles on its own, but things get even harder when she spots her predator. He recognizes the power she carries inside herself and wants to exploit it to his advantage. Will she experience romantic love? Will he be able to utilize it to unlock her powers? Will she exact her retribution? Rosaline Louis Ainsworth, the legendary daughter of King Louis Ainsworth. She has a sharp mind and beautiful beauty as gifts. Her caramel-colored hair cascades down her back, and her eyes are emerald. Her skin is so smooth cotton may slide on it, and her lips are pink like roses. She is committed to getting her revenge and is incredibly determined. She has made it her mission to either destroy it completely in retaliation for the same reason or recover what was taken from her and have a second chance at love. For her, it's a "do or die" scenario because living for another century would not end the cycle. She desires to treat her people fairly because even God makes mistakes from time to time. Another survivor from the kingdom of Devana is Adam Smith Black. He is attractive and captivating. He exudes danger with his black, mesmerizing eyes and demeanor. He had ascended to the top of this world after living for a hundred years. His goal is to find the key that will allow him to unleash the greatest power that has yet to be seen. A magic so potent and pure that it has the power to rule the entire universe.

I am Racist. … I mean, my name is Racis T. I swear. Please don’t cancel me before chapter 1. Anyway, I was a stand-up comedian. Not the good kind who gets Netflix specials. The kind who gets hit with beer bottles and told to “Meet me backstage. You’ll get one more mic.” One night, I was performing in a bar so shady, even cockroaches walked in with bodyguards. It was full of tattooed bikers who drink engine oil, smoke burnt rubber, lick silencers, cry over their exes, and still believe their fists are a valid debate technique. And there I was—trying to make them laugh using yo mamma jokes and dark humor so black it should’ve come with a flashlight and some cotton. They didn’t laugh. I kept going. One of them pulled out a gun. I cracked a joke. He cracked my skull. Bullet. Brain. Curtains. Boom. But here’s the funny part: I always wanted to be a successful comedian. Maybe get a standing ovation. But what I got was Uncontrollable Blood Ovulation. Still, I had dreams, man. Big dreams. Make people laugh. Marry someone who doesn't need two chairs to sit. Eat three meals a day, Own a yacht (the humble kind with a helipad) I wasn’t greedy. I would have donated 0.01% of my wealth to charity. I only wanted 99% of everything. But fate, karma, God, or probably the trends of Webnovel had other plans. Because instead of resting in peace… I woke up in another world. A fantasy world full of monsters, heroes, magic, kingdoms, war… And zero comedy clubs. Just my luck. So now I’ve got a second life, a rude system, and maybe a power or two. But being a Hero is secondary. First, I am gonna roast dragons, clown on kings, incest—invest, I mean invest and make the whole world laugh until they cry—or kill me again. Either way… Welcome to the story of the most dangerous thing in every world— A man who won’t shut up. ——— ——— ——— Support Me - ko-fi.com/khyaal Join My Discord For Reference Arts and much more - https://discord.gg/zmUcswM2N5

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

Everyone saw Salim as perfect flawless, untouchable, a man who made the impossible seem effortless. To Lian, he wasn’t just admired he was her light in a world that never seemed to stop falling apart. Born into poverty, Lian knew struggle better than comfort. Her family had nothing, and every small win came through relentless effort. Her father, tired and bitter, walked out on them. Her mother, Quinn, was no savior either cold, selfish, and drowning in her own twisted sense of importance. Quinn's lies and theft finally caught up with her, landing her behind bars and leaving Lian and her younger brother Louis to pick up the shattered pieces. Lian often wondered what went wrong. Why was her family so broken? Why was survival their only reality? She hated being poor. Hated being invisible. And so, she made a vow she would never become like them. She would rise, no matter what it took. But when the light you chase burns too bright, will it save you or blind you?

**No mark. No power. No chance—until something ancient chooses her.** A century ago, the gates split the sky and monsters poured through. The gods stayed silent. So humanity turned to ink. Living tattoos — bound to skin, fed by soul — became our only defense. They marked the strong, chose the worthy, and shaped a new world where ink is everything. To be Inkbound is to survive. Without a mark, you’re already dead. Naelii has no tattoo. The scan confirmed it: no power, no future. Her family disowned her. Society left her to rot. Desperate to live, she lies her way into a low-tier raid, hoping for enough credits to eat. But inside the gate, something ancient responds. Not beast. Not ink. Not even god. It’s older. It’s watching. And it remembers her. Naelii wasn’t born Inkbound. But fate left her a different kind of mark — one no scan can detect, one no ink could contain. And now, it wants out.

Seventeen‑year‑old Louis Durand is a quiet lycée student from Lyon whose only passions are antique firearms and deep‑dive documentaries about European military history. When a runaway delivery truck sends him to an early grave, he awakens in a candle‑lit Paris bedroom—inside the body of a recently deceased provincial clerk—on 10 November 1799, the morning after Napoleon Bonaparte’s coup d’État of 18 Brumaire. Gifted with perfect recall of two centuries of technological progress and burdened by the knowledge of France’s eventual defeat in the Wars of Coalition, Louis vows to tip the scales. From rifled muskets and percussion caps to steam‑powered logistics and optical telegraphs, he will drip‑feed “future” inventions to the budding Consulate—while evading inquisitive statesmen, ruthless spies, and the paradoxes of tampering with history itself. Yet the battlefield is not his only front. Entrusted as an aide to Napoleon’s formidable but kind‑hearted stepdaughter—Hortense de Beauharnais—Louis must navigate salons, intrigues, and a blossoming romance that could change both their destinies. Every innovation he shares may win a battle—but at the cost of accelerating the mechanization of war and darkening the age he longs to protect.

After five long years abroad, Ray returned by the request of his dying father. But he didn't expect returning home would this be...so secretive and mysterious. He stepped inside his old home, and he was greeted by four tattooed, undeniably gorgeous, but mysterious women. Who are these women? And what's their intentions toward Ray?

"In every age of darkness, when fear grips hearts and hope begins to fade, one warrior rises—not for glory, not for praise, but to crush the storm before it swallows the world. He doesn’t run from the fire. He becomes it." _________ "There's a 15-year-old boy named Edlin who finds himself lying on the ground, injured, but when he gets up, he can't remember anything except his name EDLIN.He's wearing torn pants, carrying a sword and a knife, and has a strange tattoo mark on his stomach. And to top it all, someone has stabbed him from behind with a knife". "And now, Edlin embarks on a journey to discover who he is, who stabbed him, and why. But his quest is soon interrupted by a ferocious pack of wolves. Weary and wounded, Edlin must summon all his strength to survive this deadly encounter. Will he be able to protect himself and unravel the mysteries of his past? Read on to find out..." Edlin ( The conqueror )

Lyon wakes up in the middle of an unfamiliar forest, with no idea how he ended up there. After all, he was in his room just moments before. Confused and disoriented, he feels a sting on his arm. Instinctively, he slaps the spot and kills the mosquito. At that moment, a bell-like sound echoes in his mind, and a floating screen appears before his eyes: [For killing for the first time in the new world 1 Black Blood Mosquito, you have gained the construction: Goblin Hut.] With no idea where he is or what is happening, Lyon realizes that something extraordinary has just begun. Thus begins his journey in an unknown world, where he will have the power to build, conquer territories, and unite all races under his command. -------------- 50 power stones = 1 Chapter 150 Power Stones = 1 Chapter 250 Power Stones = 1 Chapter 500 Power Stones = 2 Chapter

Kaylie Clauvie, seorang gadis dengan masa lalu kelam dan hidup dalam bayang-bayang kematian ayah angkatnya yang misterius. Luka itu belum sembuh, dan pelakunya masih berkeliaran di luar sana-tanpa nama, tanpa wajah. Kay mulai menapaki jalan penuh bahaya untuk mengungkap kebenaran dan membalaskan dendam ditemani Niki Louis, sahabat sejatinya sejak kecil. Namun, dibalik keberanian dan rencana yang mereka susun, ada perasaan yang tak pernah tersampaikan. Niki selalu ada untuk Kay, bahkan ketika hatinya tak pernah benar-benar dilihat. Cinta yang tulus, tapi hanya berbalas persahabatan. Di antara jejak darah dan kenangan yang menghantui, mampukah Kay menemukan kebenaran tanpa kehilangan satu-satunya orang yang selalu berdiri di sisinya?

They called her the Alpha’s spoiled daughter. Beautiful. Reckless. A party girl hiding broken bones beneath designer silk. But grief is a silent predator—and the night her mother was slaughtered by vampires, Auriella learned two things: Love is a weakness. And monsters don’t hide in the dark. They wear faces that make your heart race. Years later, her only escape is chaos—clubbing, fast kisses, faster lies. Until a vampire attacks her in the club. And he shows up. Cold. Commanding. Unapologetically brutal. Alervon doesn’t save her. He claims her survival like a burden. And that night rewrites everything. Now boys with secrets are showing up in her pack. Each drawn to her for reasons none of them understand. They are not here to fall in love. They’re here for war. --- Alervon – The Cold Protector He’s half vampire, half werewolf. Half demon All control. All scars. A killer trained to obey, not feel. But Auri makes his silence loud. His restraint violent. He’s not supposed to want her. He does. > “Don’t mistake my silence for weakness. I’ve imagined breaking you in more ways than you’ve imagined being touched.” --- Cassian – The Unstable Weapon He’s a fuse already lit. Tattoos like prayers, rage like poetry. Haunted by his past and too dangerous to hold. But Auri makes his madness feel like home. > “Say the word, and I’ll burn the world down. Not for love—for the way you fucking look at me when you're angry.” --- Leon – The Flirt You Shouldn’t Trust He’s a rich boy with a wicked tongue, a glittering trail of exes, and a laugh that’s always half a dare. He’ll flirt you into the grave with philosophy and leave you questioning if you liked it. > “You want danger? Sweetheart, I’m the reason good girls stop praying so I’d say I’ll break your heart, but let’s be honest… I’m aiming lower.” --- Malakai – The Ghost in Black He doesn’t speak unless it matters. Wears grief like armor and touches like he’s never allowed to feel. He’s the calm before the kill. The priest of pain. And she makes him want to confess. > “You shouldn’t trust a man who prays with his teeth clenched. I never ask the gods for mercy—I ask if they’re watching.” Luca Valen — The steady one. The boy who offered calm in a world full of chaos. He loved her gently, gave her safety, a future without fear. But she didn’t want gentle. > “I could give her safety… but she craved the storm that would burn her alive.” “She thought love would save her. She didn’t know it would burn.” >. One was safety. One was Chaos One was Depth One was temptation But he—he was the inferno

“I’m pregnant." Bella Bluefield never expected to see the cold billionaire again—let alone carry his child. Xavier Louis doesn’t do love. He does power, deals, and control. But Bella? She’s the one woman who slipped through his fingers—and now, she holds everything he never knew he wanted. Caught in a web of secrets, betrayal, and dangerous enemies, Bella must protect her unborn child… while Xavier must decide: will he fight for her, or lose everything?

Duke is forced by tradition to adventure out to the depths of the Underworld and make it out alive. Adapting to his newly found magical powers and making friends on the way, will he survive and make it make to Elizabeth? or will he stay in the caves to grow stronger

He had already chosen where and when. The Overlook Bridge, on the anniversary of his brother's death—the perfect place to follow him, to sever a life that had become gray and soundless. Ethan, whose soul had long turned to ash along with his silenced music, was ready to take the final step. But she knocked him off his path—with a single defiant phrase, thrown at the edge of the abyss. Skye, a punk rock vocalist with a tattoo of a shattered piano on her wrist, was his mirror image. Where he hid his pain in apathy and silence, she forged hers into an armor of cynicism and screams. Seeing a familiar void in his eyes, she didn't save him—she simply stood beside him, offering not hope, but a strange, twisted kind of complicity. And so, their dance began. Two souls—broken, yet stubbornly alive. They don't know how to be happy, but they are desperately learning how to be real. Their encounters are awkward conversations in a smoke-filled café, accidental collisions in an old record store, silent walks through the sleeping city. He is afraid of her noise, her fury, her life. She is afraid of his silence, his vulnerability, his ability to see straight through her armor. This is not a story about a perfect love that heals all wounds. It is a story about two people who slowly, painfully, step by step, pull each other out of the deafening silence where one is usually left alone. It is a tale of how, from the ashes of old traumas and the dissonance of two shattered souls, a single, imperfect, yet achingly honest melody can be born. A song that becomes their only way of saying, "I see you. And I'm staying."

Eden Blake had one plan for her eighteenth birthday: to finally confess her love to Liam, the golden boy who never saw her as more than his best friend’s innocent little sister. Dressed in soft pink silk and trembling with hope, Eden was ready to give him everything—including her untouched heart and body. But when Liam ignores her at her own party, it’s not him who finds her broken and alone—it’s Hunter Cross, the cold, dominant captain of the university hockey team, and her brother’s sworn rival. Tall, tattooed, and dripping with danger, Hunter makes Eden an indecent proposal: thirty days of private, hands-on lessons in seduction. She’ll become the woman who can make any man beg—but she’ll learn it all on him. Every kiss, every touch, every forbidden act… Hunter gets first. As Eden trains to win Liam, something darker and deeper ignites between her and Hunter. What started as a cruel deal slowly unravels into obsession, jealousy, and raw emotional intimacy. Eden begins to crave Hunter in ways she doesn’t understand, and when he touches her, nothing else matters—not even the boy she once loved. But can a heart that was meant for someone else survive the fire of falling for the wrong man? A Deal with the Hockey Captain is a slow-burn, erotic romance filled with forbidden chemistry, emotional tension, and a dangerous game of seduction where the teacher might lose control—and the student might lose her heart.

In 2022, humanity developed an AI justice system to eradicate world crime. It did not fail. It adapted. Worldwide criminals were sentenced to something far worse than death: banishment to a world alien a world governed by anarchy, governed by force, and watched by something far beyond human understanding. Soren Arata, an unknown boy with no name but "Zero," opens his eyes in this brutal world with only a nickname, a strange tattoo on his palm, and the weight of a punishment he has no clue about. No memory. No friends. No choice. This is not a video game. There are no respawns. And the goal is not to escape to live is.