Leather Salve

**Mature Content Warning** This novel contains morally bankrupt decisions, unapologetically villainous behavior, corporate warfare, system abuse, woman-stealing, protagonist-trampling, psychological manipulation, and occasional spicy entanglements—some consensual, others complicated. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- In a world eerily similar to Earth—only where megacorporations rule entire cities and states like feudal lords—Vincent Cornelius wakes up in a soft bed beside a plump beauty. Reincarnated into the body of a rich, arrogant CEO in the gleaming city of Autumnvale, Vincent soon discovers he’s not just any rich patriarch—he’s a “villain father”, the kind destined to be humiliated, ruined, and killed so that his pathetic son, Lucas, can become a stepping stone for some arrogant, heaven-defying, cliché cultivation protagonist. But fate doesn’t know what it’s dealing with. Because Vincent isn't here to follow the script—he’s here to rewrite it. Armed with the Corporate Villain Expansion System, Vincent earns Villain Points for every time he defies the story’s “fated path”: Let the "hidden young master" stay hidden? +300 Villain points Humiliate the trash protagonist who awakened a divine bloodline? +500 VP ‘Educating’ his own useless son? +100 Luck Points! Giving female lead a ‘taste’ of reality? +1000VP +200LP Skills, poisons, underhanded deals, reputation-crushing press leaks—he can buy it all from the system, as long as he plays the role of the perfect villain… and wins. In a land where cultivation powers are monopolized by corporations, and destiny is rigged in favor of cookie-cutter protagonists, Vincent must grow his mid-tier family business into a corporate empire through any means necessary that can crush fated heroes and hostile corporations beneath its polished leather shoes. The world wants him dead. The story demands he lose. But Vincent Cornelius didn’t reincarnate to be anyone’s footnote. He’s about to prove that in this world, the real golden finger is a hostile takeover. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Disclaimer (Filed Personally by Vincent Cornelius): If, by some cosmic accident, any names, corporations, or highly sensitive trade empires mentioned in this story resemble real-world entities—rest assured, it’s entirely coincidental. I am far too busy conquering fictional markets to bother with actual ones. No offense is intended. No lawsuits, either. Unless you’re a protagonist. In which case… file away. I'll be waiting—with a better lawyer and a hostile takeover plan. This is fiction. Relax. Or invest. E-Mail- xxvincentcorneliusxx@gmail.com

Daniel sat near his leather chair and looked at himself on the dark TV. There was no noise in the apartment apart from the occasional traffic rumbling around his window. "I feel so much love for my girlfriend," he said quietly, barely heard over the silence, "but she sees her best friend as a man." What is there for me to do?" The question had been bothering him for weeks and wouldn’t leave him alone. He figured Cindy wouldn’t be able to relate to how he was feeling. She was sure of herself, did her own thing, and stood up for her friendships all the time. If Daniel tried to act too possessively, it always seemed to smother her, so he tried to be more patient. However, the doubt refused to leave, making a difficult time in his life even worse. He took his phone and looked through his list of contacts, spinning the wheel over her name. How could he react? How was it possible for him to share his doubts without being demanding or childish? Once Daniel had put the phone down, he leaned back and closed his eyes. It occurred to him many times: What should he do?

At Houston University's elite campus in Mayfair City, two worlds collide through the lives of Gerald Martinez and Danny Blackwood. Gerald, a scholarship student from the wrong side of town, navigates the marble halls in his thrift store clothes while his dark curls frame a face hardened by necessity. His worn sneakers echo differently against the polished floors than the Italian leather of his classmates. Danny Blackwood represents everything Gerald isn't—trust fund privilege wrapped in designer suits, a Patek Philippe gleaming on his wrist as he slides into his Lamborghini. The heir to a financial empire, Danny moves through university life with the casual arrogance of someone who's never known want. The catalyst for their collision is Xavier Chen, Gerald's former girlfriend who traded love for luxury when she realized Gerald's potential couldn't match her appetite for Hermès bags and Christian Louboutin heels. Now draped on Danny's arm, she's everything Gerald lost and everything Danny effortlessly possesses. Caught between them stands Naomi Ashworth, the conglomerate heiress whose friendship with Gerald puzzles their social circle. While Alice Montgomery, the school's untouchable beauty goddess, watches from her pedestal alongside Danny's inner circle—Yuri and class president Blondie—Gerald finds support in his dormitory under Rick's guidance and his loyal friend Clinton. As tensions escalate between the dormitories—Rick's working-class fortress and Ivar's white-haired kingdom of privilege—the university becomes a battleground where relationships fracture along lines of wealth, loyalty, and ambition. In Mayfair City's first-class restaurants and boutiques, every interaction carries the weight of class warfare disguised as college drama.

Três dias. Foi o quão perto eu estive de me casar com Alistair, o homem que eu amei por seis anos, o homem cuja vida eu literalmente salvei com meu próprio sangue raro. Eu estava apenas admirando a pérola final no meu vestido de noiva, um vestido no qual eu tinha colocado toda a minha alma, quando ele ligou. O casamento? Cancelado. Ele estava se casando com minha meia-irmã, Ivy. O último desejo dela, ele disse. Seis meses de vida, talvez menos. O pior? Ele já tinha levado meu vestido de noiva do meu estúdio para ela. Assim, de repente, seis anos, inúmeras transfusões, nossos sonhos compartilhados – tudo jogado fora pela garota que fez da minha vida um inferno desde a infância. Ele até me ofereceu "compensação", como se meu futuro tivesse um preço. Mas se Alistair e Ivy pensaram que eu simplesmente desmoronaria, eles me subestimaram seriamente. Eles queriam meu noivo? Tudo bem. Mas isso teria um custo. Primeiro, nossa empresa de moda multimilionária, Evening Gala – construída com meus designs, minha visão. Ele a transferiu para mim. Depois, um milhão de dólares pelo vestido roubado. Ele pagou. Mais um milhão pelas joias do casamento que eles ousaram me pedir para entregar à Ivy. Caixa registradora. Você pensaria que eles aprenderiam. Mas não. A próxima proposta deles foi a mais insultante: Alistair realmente sugeriu que eu deveria apenas esperar. Que após o 'inevitável' falecimento de Ivy em alguns meses, ele e eu poderíamos simplesmente retomar de onde paramos, ter um casamento ainda melhor. Sério? Já chega. Se Ivy queria brincar de noiva com a minha vida, ela iria experimentar o que acontece quando você pressiona alguém demais. Digamos apenas que a celebração no quarto do hospital dela envolveu muito mais fumaça, água e gritos do que ela esperava, tudo graças a um pequeno presente de casamento meu. Agora eles sabem que eu não sou a mesma Hazel que eles podiam pisar em cima. Eu tenho minha empresa, uma pilha do dinheiro deles e muitas contas a acertar. Eles acham que isso acabou? Este jogo de vingança está apenas começando. E acredite em mim, eu jogo para vencer.

Ashley wasn’t looking for love. Her life was already complicated enough—haunted by past traumas, trapped under the same roof as an uncle who embodies everything she fears, and constantly pretending to be strong while breaking apart inside. Gustavo, known as “Ghost,” is everything Ashley never expected: gentle, loyal, and hopelessly awkward when it comes to love. With his leather jacket, roaring motorcycle, and a smile that hides wounds of his own, he carries more silence than he’s willing to share. In a world where pain feels more permanent than love, their paths collide with unexpected intensity. Through stolen conversations, glances that burn, and silences louder than words, Ashley and Ghost discover that love isn’t always sweet—and sometimes, it hurts just as much as it heals. “After Pain and Love… What Comes Next?” is a story about the fear of feeling, the battle to trust, and the courage to love despite the chaos within. An emotional journey that explores the strength of friendship, the edge of desire, and the question we all ask when the heart breaks: What now?

Samantha never expected to find magic in her hometown, let alone in a dimly lit bar on a rainy Tuesday night. Yet here she was, perched on a barstool at the Black Swan, her world about to tilt on its axis. The air thrummed with an otherworldly energy she couldn't quite place. Ethereal dancers moved like smoke across the floor, their bodies fluid and mesmerizing. As Samantha nursed her drink, she felt the weight of curious stares prickling her skin. That's when she saw him. Marcus. A name she didn't know yet, but one that would soon be etched into her very soul. Their eyes locked across the crowded room, and Samantha's breath caught in her throat. He moved with predatory grace, all lean muscle and barely restrained power. Their first interaction was as intoxicating as it was bewildering. One moment, he was her gallant protector, rescuing her from an overly aggressive drunk. The next, his eyes hardened to chips of ice as he snarled, "Stupid girl," before melting into the shadows. Samantha's mind reeled, but her body hummed with an excitement she couldn't explain. Little did she know, this encounter was merely the first step into a world beyond her wildest fantasies – a realm where vampires ruled the night and pain blurred exquisitely with pleasure. As she delved deeper into this hidden society, Samantha found herself drawn to the intoxicating blend of power, submission, and supernatural allure. The crack of a whip, the whisper of leather, the exquisite sting of fangs – each sensation pushed her boundaries and ignited desires she never knew existed. But with every ecstatic high came the sobering reality of danger. Vampire politics were as deadly as they were intricate, and Samantha soon realized she was a pawn in a game where the stakes were life, death, and eternal servitude. As she left the Black Swan that night, Samantha couldn't shake the feeling that she stood on the precipice of something life-changing. She had no idea how right she was, or how deeply she would fall into a passionate, dangerous dance with forces beyond her imagination. The real question was: in this world where pleasure and peril intertwined so intimately, would she emerge empowered... or lose herself completely?

Stellar Fragments: When Steam Meets the Void, Who Will Light the Last Star? The morning mist over Port Belen reeks of rust. Zhou Mingrui never expected a crumpled oilcloth bundle, scavenged from a dockside jump, to tear open a rift to the Astral Plane. But when he unwraps it—a leather-bound book with a seven-pointed star embossed on its cover, its pages swirling with constellations—he feels a primal pull, like the stars themselves are whispering his name. This is 1873, and Port Belen is a city teetering between progress and chaos. Steam engines roar, but the clocks tick backward. Corpses in morgues scribble "Eclipse Prayers." Dockworkers go mad, screaming of a "whale with a thousand eyes." All roads lead to Stellar Fragments, a forbidden text rumored to hold the key to stopping the Astral Leviathan—a colossal entity slumbering in the void, its awakening marked by the "Void Solstice": when seven stars align over Port Belen, and reality itself begins to unravel. "You have the Starwatcher’s mark," says Claire, the scarred astrologer of the Night Owl Society, sliding the book across a creaky oak table. Her brass bracelets clink with constellations. "The last Starwatcher vanished a decade ago, leaving only this warning: When the seven stars kiss the Void, the Leviathan wakes. Only the Starwatcher can anchor reality—by becoming part of the stars themselves." But Zhou is no hero. Just a grad student of 19th-century occultism, now trapped in a game of cosmic stakes: A steam-powered astrolabe explodes in his hands, its needle pointing to "Void." A noble heiress’s "spirit pigeons" grow feverish, pecking at the sky where the Leviathan’s "void eyes" glow. The city’s Eclipse Value—measuring the breach between worlds—creeps up: 0.01%, 0.03%, 0.05%... In the flickering light of an old church basement, the Night Owl Society gathers. Seven "Astral Artifacts" lie scattered: a moonstone gear humming with pale light, a cracked whistle that silences mad machinery, a pocket watch frozen mid-tick… Five more remain. Without them, the Leviathan’s shadow will consume Port Belen. But Stellar Fragments holds a final, blood-chilling clue: "To bind the stars, the Starwatcher must bleed." That night, the Leviathan rises. Its gargantuan form breaches the mist, scales glinting with countless eyes, each one staring at Zhou Mingrui—and the book clutched in his hands. He grips Stellar Fragments, recalling his professor’s words: "Occultism isn’t about controlling the cosmos. It’s about finding light in the dark." Now, with nothing but flesh and starlight as his weapons, Zhou must decide: Will he become a star to stop the void… or be swallowed by it?

Genre: Billionaire Romance / Obsession / Corporate War / Emotional Drama • A sharp-tongued small-town girl falls into the dangerous love of the most powerful oil mogul in Mexico. But when she becomes the target of his enemies—and his obsession—she must decide if love is worth losing herself… or if he’s worth betraying. • Joseph León was the most feared name in oil — Mexico’s oil tycoon with empires that stretched across oceans. His name opened doors in Dubai, whispered in Geneva, and commanded boardrooms in Texas. But in the private sanctum of his glass-walled penthouse above Mexico City, the only thing that brought him to his knees… was Green. Green Ariza. The sharp-tongued, warm-eyed girl from the southeast — who didn’t care for oil, power, or the billions in his offshore accounts. And that terrified Joseph more than any corporate war. She stormed into his office, her heels clicking furiously against the Italian marble. Her worn leather bag slammed onto the chair with finality. “I want to talk to you, Joseph!” she snapped. Behind his desk, Joseph was mid-call with a venture capitalist from Qatar, trying to lock in a deal worth $1.3 billion. He held up one finger without looking up — only for a second — then paused. His eyes met hers. Sharp. Furious. Tired of something. He ended the call. “I’ll speak to you later,” he said calmly, before the voice on the other line could protest. “Yes, I know it’s urgent.” He hung up, removed his glasses, and leaned back in his chair. His gaze softened. “What does my love want that has her so upset?” he asked, like the storm in her eyes didn’t scare him. “A Maserati? Givenchy? My black card is right there—just whisper what you want, and it’s yours.” Green exhaled, shaking her head. “I’m not here for gifts, Joseph.” “I know.” “No, you don’t. You always think money can fix things.” “I absolutely don’t think that.” “You bought the company I worked for because I said I was scared of getting fired—how is that not thinking money fixes things?” “I bought it,” he said quietly, “because it was the only way I could keep seeing you. You were avoiding me. Saying you couldn’t risk your job. So I made it yours. You’re head of creative strategy now. With triple your old salary. And you only work when you want.” She turned away, rubbing her forehead. “Green,” he said, his voice a low murmur now. “Can I touch you?” She blinked at him. “Are you asking permission to touch me?” “You usually get angry when I touch you during a fight,” he said honestly, standing slowly. “You say I use it to make you forget why you’re mad.” “…Because you do.” “And you let me.” She turned to face him, and for a moment, neither said a word. He reached out, gently, his hand grazing her elbow. “So tell me, why are you really angry?” She looked away. “Is it because of the girl at the gala?” he asked. Her head snapped back toward him. “She’s like a sister. My father’s goddaughter.” “She was holding your hand.” “She’s grieving. Her brother was assassinated in Bogotá.” Green stepped back, arms folded. “You don’t even see how many women throw themselves at you. My mother tells me I’m stupid for staying. That I should leave you and marry someone safer. Someone like Don Frederick.” Joseph’s jaw tightened. “Don Frederick is a snake with a fake smile and a poisoned chalice. He’s not safe, he’s subtle. That’s worse.” “My mother doesn’t care,” Green said bitterly. “She only sees headlines. And dollar signs.” “What do you see?” he asked, stepping closer. “When you look at me. What do you see?” She didn’t answer. He touched her cheek, gently. “Do you think I’d let myself love anyone but you? I’d burn down every oil well I own before I lose you.” She blinked. “Don’t say things like that.” “Why? Because you believe me?” “No,” she whispered. “Because I do.”

Rhea Valencia, a practical and perpetually unlucky 21-year-old working college student, doesn’t believe in fairytale romances — not because she hates them, but because they’ve never worked out for her. She’s tried dating, but part-time jobs, academics, and her invisible radar for emotionally unavailable men have left her exhausted. She works nights at the dusty, underfunded Rosevale University Library, where the rarest books are kept locked away in the "Forgotten Wing" — a place even the most passionate readers avoid. One rainy evening, while working late, she’s surrounded by couples flirting and kissing even in the library. Irritated and secretly jealous, she pushes a heavy ladder to shelve books. A teetering book almost falls onto her — until a mysterious stranger steps in and shields her. He silently hands her a leather-bound book titled "A Moonlit Oath." No author. No index. Just gold-trimmed pages and a strange warmth to its cover. Curious, Rhea begins reading during her shift… and falls asleep with the book open on her lap. When she wakes up — she’s no longer in the library. She’s in a palace. In a wedding gown. Marching down an aisle… to marry the curse prince, the main villain of the story. The problem? She’s not supposed to exist in the story at all.

In the year 2025, a curious linguist named Liam Routh discovers an ancient, untitled book hidden deep within the archives of a massive private library. Bound in leather and sealed with a forgotten symbol—a sun pierced by three arrows—the book claims to hold the true story of Kael of No-Name, a boy erased from his powerful family line over four thousand years ago. As Liam begins to read, the air shifts. The ink glows. And suddenly, he’s not just reading the story—he’s living it. Transported to a time of ruthless warlords, forgotten gods, and wild desert lands, Liam follows the audacious journey of Kael: a castaway prince turned rebel dreamer who escapes his tyrannical bloodline to forge a kingdom of laughter, love, and freedom in a land untouched by empire. With a band of misfits by his side—including a drunk who thinks he’s royalty, a seductive thief, and a spear-wielding queen—Kael dares to challenge fate, conquer chaos, and rewrite history. But kingdoms built on ideals are often the first to be tested by war.

My lips were tightly shut. My expression—blank. As if I didn’t understand the meaning behind his gaze, now sharper than ever. His fingers traced slowly along my jawline. The motion was calm. Measured. Too careful to be called affectionate. “So naive,” he whispered, barely audible. “Your breath... unchanged. Even your heartbeat is steady.” He leaned in. His lips brushed the skin beneath my ear—warm, but not seductive. A mere distraction. “These eyes... don’t lie. But they’re not completely honest either, are they?” His left hand slid to my back, tracing down my shoulder blades, then lower—to my waist. And stopped. Still. As if checking something. “Do you realize...” he continued, his voice soft yet piercing, “...of all the people who’ve seen my darkest side... you’re the only one who didn’t run.” I stayed silent. Just blinked once more, then gave a faint smile. “And why would I run?” My voice was light. Playful. I even let out a small laugh, more like a sigh. He didn’t laugh back. His gaze remained deep. His hand still touched my cheek—cold, scented with metal and leather. And then I... ...smiled. Genuinely. I leaned up slightly, raised his face gently with both hands, and kissed his cheek. The kiss left no mark, just a soft sound: chu — sweet, innocent. Almost like a child trying to show love. “Oh! You must be tired,” I said lightly. “I only made fish soup tonight, but the cuts are... kind of a mess.” I tugged gently at the hem of his shirt—playful, affectionate. Pulling him to hover directly over me. I slowly lay back on the bed, though my feet still touched the floor. My gaze never left him—looking up from the most vulnerable position. “But don’t ask why the cuts turned out so ugly,” I added with a small giggle. “Because earlier, the knife—” “The knife?” He interrupted. Flat voice. I nodded slowly, my eyes still bright. “Yeah, it’s so heavy! Where did you even buy it? Sharp, scary... but cool. Like... the kind used by a serial killer! Hehe~” For a few seconds, his expression shifted. Not angry. Not bothered. But... something changed. As if his mind had just collided with a memory that should’ve stayed locked away. Then, still calm, he said: “Don’t use that knife again. You could get hurt.” His fingers slipped into my hair—gentle, yet cold. “Tomorrow, I’ll give you a new one. Something that suits your hands better.” Then his lips lowered again. To my neck. At first, it tickled. But it quickly turned into something deeper than clumsy affection. Our breathing grew uneven. His body pressed heavily over mine, making the bed creak with every move.

Title: The Book of Whispers Genre: Supernatural Horror / Dark Fantasy Tone: Raw, Atmospheric, Unnerving Synopsis: Lena Carter never wanted the book. Her estranged grandfather’s final package—a worn leather-bound volume titled The Book of Whispers—came with one instruction: "Burn it. Do not open it." She ignored him. From the moment she flipped it open, everything changed. The pages held death premonitions… in her handwriting. And when her coworker Jenna died exactly as described, Lena's world fractured. The book isn’t dead paper. It’s aware. And it’s chosen her to be its new Keeper. Now pursued by the skeletal figure called the Last Witness, Lena races to uncover the book’s dark lineage—tracing back to a 12th-century monk who sealed away a shadow deity within its pages. Every previous Keeper gave in, bartering lives to delay their own demise. Lena won’t surrender that easily—until the book begins warping the world around her. - People vanish or return... wrong. - Mirrors whisper secrets. - Her name appears in the margins—next to “deceased.” Her sole companion? Mira, an ex-Keeper who’s seen too much and still bears the scars. Together, they run to Romania, back to where it all began. But the more Lena uncovers, the darker the truth becomes: The curse didn’t start with the book. It runs through her veins. And the shadow god? It’s been waiting for her. --- Why This Will Haunt You: - Gothic Overtones: Forgotten monasteries, dripping walls, and a monster that lives in silence and glass. - Mind Games: Memory, identity, and time twist until Lena no longer knows who she is. - Hard Choices: Would you doom a stranger—or yourself—to live another day? - Unpredictable Turns: Just when the rules feel clear, the book turns them inside out. Perfect for readers who loved: The Library at Mount Char, House of Leaves, and Netflix’s “The Haunting of Hill House.” --- Status: Ongoing (100+ chapters planned) Updates: 14 chapters weekly Crack the cover if you dare… but don’t whisper its name. It hears everything. ---

He didn’t open the book. The book opened him." Seventeen-year-old Jude Mercer thought his life was already a cosmic joke— homeless, broke, and haunted by trauma he never asked for. But everything changes the night he finds a strange, leather-bound book behind a dumpster. A book that… breathes. What he unleashes isn't a spell. It's Ereth-Kaal—an eldritch, sadistic curse older than time. Now bound to Jude’s body, Ereth-Kaal can only feed through him. And feed he will. Jude sets one rule: No women. No kids. No innocents. Ereth-Kaal agrees… mostly. But as bodies pile up, and Jude’s morality erodes under the weight of blood and guilt, one question claws at his soul: Is he still the host... or becoming the monster? Violent. Heartbreaking. Darkly hilarious. UNDER MY SKIN is a descent into madness wrapped in teeth, tentacles, and trauma.

Purity a low ranking, clumsy, weak but determined angel suddenly volunteered to fight Abaddon, the 7th prince of hell who was pushed to earth to cause chaos on earth taking souls through deals Reborn but adopted into a family of riches and wealth faced bullying from her family but was favored by the head. Balancing her duties as an angel and the perfect granddaughter, It was purity’s job to take souls to heaven was it was time, both Abaddon and purity crossed paths couple of times but didn’t have any interaction. Roaming countries and countries for centuries Abaddon didn’t mind to purity until one night in an intense fight they were struck by lightning waking up they switched powers. ……………………………………… waking up to a burning sensation on her forehead purity whimpered, rubbing her head which just made the pain worse. looking around she wasn’t in her room, she was enveloped in an atmosphere of dark luxury.the air thick with leather and polished wood. candelabras with black candles cast flickering shadows on the walls adorned with intricate gold patterns. Massive, velvet- upholstered in deep burgundy and ebony wood chaise lounge dominated the space. A grand piano it’s ebony surface polished to mirror sheen sits silently in a corner. The bed which she layed on a grand king sized bed with black silk duvet and matching velvet pillows the wood on the head board was flawlessly carved with designs reminiscent of anique demon seal the bed positioned centrally purity jumped up seeing Abaddon staring at her with rage a halo atop his head his wings white but black in the very end and most importantly the cross tattoo on his wrist. “why are you with my halo?” purity stood on the bed attempting to take it but Abaddon threw her to the vanity table shattering the mirror “what did you do?!” Purity got up bleeding from her side she looked at herself in the shattered glass an upside down cross on her forehead her wings black, purity screamed “what did you do?!” she ran to punching his chest but Abaddon quickly raised her by the neck his grip tightening, purity couldn’t breathe the doors burst open Abaddon immediately dropped purity who gasped for air before looking up her voice still chocked “I can explain”

The year is 5244, and humanity has been on pause. Despite centuries of technological advancements, society has stagnated, glued to their phones. Knowledge, ambition, and human connection have crumbled. SOB442 a 12 year old.Is different. A self-proclaimed genius in a sea of mindless phone addicts, he feels like the last person alive who craves something more—knowledge, purpose, meaning. In a world where even his family barely looks up from their devices, SOB442’s only friend is TFR100, a friend so absorbed in tech he barely knows how to speak.But everything changes the day they stumble upon a mysterious object in TFR’s basement: a “slab” unlike anything they’ve ever seen. Made of leather and filled with strange, thin sheets—paper—it carries a title: The Adventures of Shawn and Tucker. To SOB442, it’s not just a curiosity; it’s a relic from a forgotten era, a key to uncovering humanity’s lost history. Determined to uncover the truth behind the slab, SOB442 embarks on a quest to learn what the book holds and why it was buried in a world that’s forgotten how to read. Along the way, he’ll face resistance from a society that sees no value in the past, a government that thrives on ignorance, and his own doubts about whether one kid can reignite the spark of human curiosity. In a world where everyone is online, can one boy reconnect humanity to the stories that made it human?

They called him the “Silent Tactician” long before the blood dried on the banners. Before the journal was found. Before history remembered the cost. At the heart of an elite academy where talent alone isn't enough, Nitsuo stands not with power or prestige—but with silence, strategy, and an unreadable gaze. To most, he’s just a quiet second-year. To a few, he is the mind behind impossible victories. Behind his team’s laughter, behind the storm of noble politics and magical duels, he records everything—in a worn leather journal that one day will be all that remains. Each student here dreams of glory. Each battle is more than a test; it’s a war for identity. Magic is studied like warcraft. Words are weapons. Feelings are hidden behind masks, until a single moment—a mistake, a duel, a glance too long—cracks them wide open. But Nitsuo didn’t come here to win. He came to carry a promise. And while his comrades clash and grow, while quiet rivalries bloom into unspoken feelings and accidental flirts stir the hearts of more than one, a war far beyond the school walls brews in the dark. Because legends aren't born—they’re remembered. And The Silent Tactician doesn’t speak to be heard. He writes so his story won't be lost.

Far in the future, in a desolate land where despite the rich and plush grass there seems to be no animals roaming around stood thousand upon thousands of soldiers they all wear similar armors, bearing similar flags, and carrying similar symbol on them. Everyong is tensed and serius while all of them are facing to one direction, towards the silent calm sea. And in the silence, where only the occasional noise of the horses are heard, a powerful sound could be heard. A beating of two pair of wings... Towards the sea a powerful gust of wind pushed the fogs away.. revealing a man.. He's wearing a light leather armor.. a contrast to the shining metalic plates the soldiers on the land wore.. His hair is as dark as the night and his eyes as deep as the night. But all eyes landed on his back as two pairs of beautiful pair of white wings each spanining for five meters each as it flaps and keeps him in the air. Suddenly a man wearing a regal and imposing black armor in the very front of the formation stepped forward and spoke. Despite him speaking in calm manner his voice could be heard all across the land. "You betrayed our country, you scum.. Prepare to die" Then the man with the wings smiled at his words and replied. "And you betrayed humanity.. o mighty ruler.. YOU prepare to die" With his reply the fog behind him splits revealing hundreds of battle ships making contact with the steep cliff. And a thunderous battle cry explodes in the field as thousands of soldiers jumped hundreds of feet in the air towards the oposing armies. And a bloody war ensues. What had led up to this?

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!

On his way home from School, a young 17-year old lad from Manchester named Peter Baker was hit by a speeding lorry in the middle of the street. When he woke up, expecting a beeping monitor, nurses and his mum nagging him for his carelessness, he instead found himself stuck in another World where magic exists in the Arthurian Empire. He was stuck in the Middle of nowhere, his phone is about to die and he is stuck with a skeptical elf named Ryeka and a kind young herbalist called Alina. Bored from the lack of conveniences from the modern world, he created a ball out of leather and cloth. When he started playing football, the rest was history. Peter now finds himself navigating this world's culture, history, values along with spreading the Beautiful Game to people he refers to as ' Uncultured Lot', and who knows? He may overthrow a monarchy while at it.

In the quiet town of Clearwater, Ava, Liam, and Sophie—three lifelong friends born on the same day—are excited to celebrate their seventeenth birthday together. Everything feels just right: their routines are comforting, their bond unshakable, and the future wide open. But when they return home that evening, their families are gone without explanation. At first, they suspect an elaborate birthday prank. By morning, their world has changed. No one remembers them. Not their parents. Not their classmates. Not even the town itself. To everyone in Clearwater, they simply never existed. Terrified and alone, the trio begins searching for answers. Their search leads them to an abandoned storage room beneath the old community center—a place tied to past town events, now forgotten like them. There, they uncover three strange books bound in worn leather and etched with symbols that seem to shift when touched. The texts make no sense on their own, but when the pages are compared, a hidden history emerges: a shadow demon that feeds on memory and identity—and a warning that their families were never as innocent as they believed. As they try to make sense of it, a mysterious silver-eyed stranger named Lucian appears. He tells them their shared birthday marks them as a “Chosen Trio,” tied to an ancient prophecy. He offers to guide them in awakening powers tied to who they truly are. Suspicious but desperate, the teens dig into their family histories—and uncover a devastating truth: their parents made a deal with the demon years ago, a deal that traded their children’s identities for protection. As their powers awaken—Ava’s tactical insight, Liam’s physical resilience, and Sophie’s intuitive perception—they choose to defy Lucian’s warnings and confront the demon in the Shadow Realm. There, reality distorts and the truth is a weapon. Haunted by their forgotten pasts, tested by illusions, and nearly broken by fear, the trio pushes forward, held together only by trust and love. In a final confrontation, they face not just the shadow demon, but the painful truth: their parents erased them not out of malice, but to save them. Faced with a choice—accept the sacrifice and disappear forever, or reclaim their place in the world—they choose to fight back. The demon is defeated. The curse lifts. Clearwater remembers. But the experience has changed them. Ava, Liam, and Sophie return not just as survivors, but as something more: bonded by truth, shaped by sacrifice, and aware that the shadows haven’t stopped watching.

Seventeen-year-old Indigo is not your average high school student; she’s a brilliant, introspective girl with a passion for uncovering the hidden stories of the world around her. One fateful day, while going back home , she stumbles upon a dusty, leather-bound diary that belonged to a mysterious young man named Maky.

Leonard lived a quiet, ordinary life — caring for his siblings, working at a forgotten bookstore, and enduring the weight of a family fractured by abandonment. But everything changed the day he found a black leather book — untitled, uncredited, and without any record of its existence. From that moment on, sleep ceased to be rest. It became punishment. Night after night, Leonard is pulled into a warped world where reality bleeds beneath crimson moons and ancient horrors lurk in the shadows. A place where time bends, death walks freely, and hope withers in silence. What begins as a nightmare slowly reveals itself as something deeper — a memory that isn’t his… but remembers him. As the line between dream and waking life begins to erode, Leonard must uncover the truth behind the book, the visions that haunt him, and the unseen force watching from beyond the veil. Because not all dreams are made up. Some dreams are doors. And certain doors, once opened, can never be closed.

The Triple R Ranch welcomed home Wyatt Ray, son of Colt and Hedli, a man weathered by service but still holding the steady gaze of his rodeo-legend parents. Fresh back from another long military deployment, the quiet of the ranch felt both familiar and strangely new. His cousin, Logan, had just headed off to college with his fiancée, leaving a different kind of void. At twenty-five, Wyatt found himself drawn to the thunder of hooves, to the scent of dust and leather. The rodeo circuit, the world his parents had conquered, called to him now with a renewed purpose. He was thinking of finally stepping into the arena himself, not just as a spectator, but as a competitor, ready to forge his own legacy. Meanwhile, the rodeo circuit was home to Cassidy Smith, daughter of Nathaniel and Izzy Smith. She'd practically been born in the grandstands and raised in the livestock pens, knowing the circuit like the back of her hand. For Cassidy, the rodeo wasn't just a sport; it was a way of life, a demanding mistress that required constant dedication. She knew the drill for earning money, from the painstaking travel with her horses to ensuring their peak health and taking meticulous care of herself. She was a formidable competitor, excelling in roping, barrel racing, and the raw courage of bareback bronc riding. Then, a new rider appeared, a retired military officer whose style in the arena stirred something deep within her, reminding her of a legend she'd only ever heard tales about: Colt Ray. How do Wyatt and Cassidy first encounter each other on the rodeo circuit? Is it a chance meeting, a competitive clash, or perhaps a moment where their shared passion brings them together?

"You're mine. And I don't think you wanna go against that." Her eyes dangerously darkened. He gulped, and nodded a yes. --- Everybody has a story. And sometimes, these stories go unnoticed and untold. Even if it's that hard-core and determined badass girl from the school or the one who stays hidden in the shadows with books piled up right in front of him. In a normal high school filled with players, jocks, Heartbreakers and badass personalities, a boy with blue eyes, gel soaked brown hair and adorable face gets claimed by the most feared girl in leather jackets. Lucas Clark was not your average teenage boy. Mean it, he was not. All around you could see boys of his age probably flirting, playing games, hanging out with friends and throwing parties like their life depended on them. But he was a nerd. He was a straight A student. And she was the bad girl of the school, Claire Cooper. When one meet turns out to be Claire claiming him hers, he is left devastated and knowing that not to mess with "The Claire Cooper", Lucas has no option but to give in. And when the complications arise, they are shattered but they find themselves in a better place than when he felt like he was practically being attacked by the bad girl of the school.

In the quiet corners of Harushiro High, sometimes silence speaks the loudest. Seventeen-year-old Haruki Minase never planned to stand out. After transferring schools at the start of the spring term, he prefers to keep his head down, his words few, and his thoughts tucked safely in a leather-bound notebook he never lets anyone read. A past he won’t talk about lingers like a shadow—but at least in silence, there’s control. Then he meets Sora Fujimoto, the girl who always eats lunch alone behind the gym, who sends unsent postcards to no one, and who speaks like she’s remembering things rather than saying them. She doesn’t ask questions. She doesn’t try to fix him. But slowly, in shared spaces and unspoken moments, she begins to matter. As spring deepens into summer, Haruki and Sora begin to find comfort in each other’s quiet—folding paper stars, writing messages in library books, walking home under drifting cherry blossoms. But the closer they get, the more they must face the parts of themselves they’ve kept hidden. Before the final bell rings for summer break, a single choice will ask them both: Is it enough to be seen, or do you dare to be known?

In a world where beauty stems as the root of popularity,wealth, privileges...the ones without it stand no chance.They are forced to succumb to the cruelness of the people but some still believe beauty is in the inside. "That's a lie they tell to mock the ugly ones.Beautiful faces always win.And it is because of these people Charlotte died." While physical appearance served as the vision in this realm,the others are forced to counter their baby soft skins to leathers - plastic..to be liked and have their dream jobs. But for others...was it all worth it? Was physical appearance contributing to the happiness people felt? "I don't think you would understand my pleas.I want to be beautiful.I want to be liked.I want to be accepted..but it is difficult when I am not in the right body.I need to do this." But the question is... *Was It All Worth It?* _______ ______ Mia Sanchez,an editor of a reputable magazine company was left with an assignment - one of a 17 year old who had committed suicide.She looked happy in all her pictures but did her smile ever reach her eyes??? This story is about self acceptance,the journey people take to be loved and appreciated,the cruel side of beauty standards and how difficult it takes to... ACCEPT ONESELF.

Yanna Rivera is drowning. A hardworking college student in the gritty heart of Quezon City, she's burdened by family debts that threaten to pull her and everyone she loves under. Her life is a quiet litany of prayers and panic—until she makes one clumsy mistake that puts her in the path of a goddess from a different kind of heaven. Camille Navarro is the kind of woman Manila's elite whisper about in fear and awe. An heiress with a body built for battle, skin covered in ink, and eyes that see every weakness, she doesn't just own buildings; she owns people. And after Yanna ruins her priceless designer suit, Camille decides she's found a new acquisition. The deal is a devil's bargain: to pay off an impossible debt, Yanna must become Camille's perfectly obedient, live-in girlfriend. But this contract is written in clauses of pain and pleasure. Camille isn't just a dominant woman; she is a meticulous sadist who sees the secret, shivering masochist hidden deep inside Yanna's soul. What begins with kneeling on munggo beans soon spirals into a dark world of ropes and leather, of headlocks that feel like an embrace, and of punishments that bring Yanna a release she's ashamed to crave. Every order followed, every tear shed, every mark left on her skin only deepens their twisted bond. In a penthouse that serves as both a gilded cage and a private torture chamber, Yanna must confront the horrifying truth: she is falling for her tormentor. But as family secrets, jealous exes, and the wrath of the Navarro patriarch threaten to tear them apart, their brutal dynamic is put to the ultimate test. When submission is the only way to feel free and pain is the only language of love she understands, is this a debt that can ever truly be paid? Or will Yanna surrender her very soul to the one woman who hurts her so perfectly? Tags: #BDSM #DarkRomance #Yuri #GL #Smut #Philippines #PowerImbalance #SadistxMasochist #SlowBurnToInferno #ExplicitContent #Mature18+

***“Drakon—” “Say it again,” I growled, biting the lobe of her ear. Her real name for me, the one she’d whispered the night we'd spent together in New Orleans—not “Dragon,” but the Creole curse that meant storm-bringer. She gasped, her hips grinding against me. “Asshole—” I groaned, capturing her mouth once more. The kiss was a match to kerosene, igniting a fire that threatened to consume us both. Her hands fisted in my hair, lips parting with a gasp I swallowed whole, a taste of lemongrass and rebellion. She tasted like rage and every bad decision I’d ever craved—and Dios mío (My God), I was drowning in her. *** --- In the swamp-rotted heart of Alabama, Drucilla Drakes survives by two rules: stay silent, stay scarred, and never let Louise—her Bible-thumping, belt-wielding captor—catch her hoping for more. But when a schoolyard ambush leaves her bleeding under a stranger’s leather jacket, invisibility becomes a death sentence. Enter Dragon Morales, New Orleans’ most notorious runaway—a cartel prince turned outlaw mechanic with gasoline-stained knuckles and a bounty on his head. He doesn’t do heroics; he does survival. But when he finds Dru in a ditch, her back lashed raw and eyes blazing hellfire, he sees a mirror of his own damned soul. And he can’t look away. Their bond is a lit fuse. Dragon’s father—Colombia’s cartel kingpin—wants Dru dead. Louise, armed with voodoo rituals and the wrath of Marinette, the loa who feasts on chaos, wants her broken. The only allies? The Lou Nwa, a bayou biker gang trading in bullets and black magic, and Papa Legba, the crossroads spirit who offers Dru a deal: “Her soul or yours.” But the bayou’s traps are relentless: - Dragon’s father hunts his son with a price on his head. - Big Danni, Dru’s estranged uncle and Lou Nwa leader, demands loyalty as his gang fractures. - Marinette’s magic twists allies into puppets, their strings slick with swamp rot. And then there’s Dragon—hands that mend engines and break bones, lips that taste like whiskey and run. He swears he’s too ruined to love her. Dru knows she’s too shattered to let him. But in the swamp’s choking heat, where bullets sing and loas whisper, desire is a grenade neither one can dodge. As they blaze through the Deep South’s underbelly—cursed bayous, cartel blood feuds, and safehouses reeking of betrayal—they’ll face more than bullets. Dark magic seeps into old wounds. Family secrets unravel like nooses. And the line between protector and predator shatters. Dru doesn’t need saving. She needs fire. And Dragon? He’s got a lighter, a death wish, and a heart that won’t quit beating for her. **Warning:** This is not a fairytale. It’s bayou smoke and switchblade kisses, saints and sinners colliding where the road meets the ruin. Contains graphic violence, explosive passion, and a love story that burns hotter than a Molotov in a meth lab. Will they raze the South to ashes? Or become the sacrifice the crossroads demands?

hate you." I gasp,clutching his leather jacket as his hand squeezes my ass. "The feeling is mutual." Then he crushes his lips against mine,making me forget my name. ------------- In my world,veltrith dominion,I am only my parents and my older sister's younger sister. But that changes when I am forced to marry the boy I hate. I become a fiancée,then a wife. My secret becomes hard to hide. The Secret that I am a dragon. A girl that weirds magic. In veltrith Dominion,I ought to be killed along with my family. But I am good at hiding it. when everything begins to unravel and tensions rise,I have no option but to work with my enemy to survive. It would be simple if my heart knew not to change course and start falling in love with him. A system where gods do nothing but their silence demands obedience. People pray with terror in their hearts- out of fear not out of love- for survival. Nobles fight among themselves while the commoners bleed for bread. Magic,the one thing that could free humanity is punished by brutal death. Faith is currency and yet,those who believe the most are poor. And betrayal is from within. Welcome to Veltrith Dominion.

In a world where everyone is born with supernatural powers ranked from E to S, Ahn Suho is a glitch in the system-powerless, bullied, invisible. But everything changes when he stumbles upon a mysterious, forbidden book hidden deep in his school's ancient library. Bound in cursed leather and etched with glowing runes, the book speaks to him-not with words, but with promises. "Take me, and I shall grant you the strength to rise above all gods and demons." Marked by the ancient power of the Book of Aetheros, Suho begins to change. Dark forces awaken. Abilities beyond comprehension course through his veins. But this gift is no blessing-it's a curse with a price no ordinary human can afford. Enemies rise. Monsters gather. Secret organizations and divine hunters close in. And Suho? He just wants to become a hero. But what if the path to becoming a hero... turns him into something worse than a villain?