Haley Keeling

If you had a golden apple, who would you give it to? Invited to the banquet, Luo En saw the golden apple in the plate inscribed with "To the fairest goddess" and the three goddesses embroiled in dispute before him, and he picked up a knife with a smug smile. The first step, peeling; he gave the skin to Aphrodite. "To be fair, you're quite pretty. As a layer of skin, you're not bad to look at." The second step, slicing the flesh; he gave that to Hera. "As the queen of heaven, yet everyone in Olympus from 800-year-olds to animals has cuckolded you, including males, females, and even sheep. Since you can't save face anyway, take these insides." The third step, he gave the remaining core to Athena. "You were supposed to be born a male god and take over Zeus's position, but due to Zeus's shenanigans, you lost that seed, so here, have this core." Aphrodite clenched her fists, Hera raised her scepter, Athena summoned her spear and shield... Seeing this, Luo En quickly stepped back, shielding the goddess of discord, Eris, firmly in front of him. "And you still want to be the goddess of discord? Look at me; I got them to unite at once, even better than you with your instigation." "..." Surrounded by Greek gods sharpening their knives, Eris was left in silence.

A smile that bled through kingdoms. A dot that hides a fate unknown. --- Some call him a devil. Others remember only the smile—calm, beautiful, and soaked in blood. Lucifer awakens in a quiet border village with fragments of a forgotten past, a bleeding dream, and powers he never asked for. On one arm, a mysterious glowing dot. On the other, a progress bar tied to a name in a language long lost. He doesn’t know what he is. But he knows one thing—he’s not normal. In a world divided by power and ranks, where kings wields power and gods are only myths, Lucifer is drawn to the Academy: the center of civilization, where monsters are raised as champions. His quest is simple: “Academy.” But fate is not. He isn’t here to survive. He’s here to unravel a thread that could tear reality apart. --- Author Notes: Hey everyone, I’m Author Zero. This story isn't just about power levels and flashy academies—though you’ll find plenty of that too. The Devil’s Thread dives deeper into themes of identity, buried memories, dark choices, and the lies we accept to survive. There will be thrill, suspense, subtle worldbuilding, and philosophical layers buried beneath action and charm. Romance might arrive, but it won’t define the story. Think of it like peeling an onion. Except every layer bleeds. This is my first time crafting something like this. If you enjoy dark protagonists, beautiful lies, academy arcs, and the unraveling of something ancient and forbidden—this is for you. Support, votes, and comments fuel the story (and the Devil’s Smile). Thanks for reading. ~ Author Zero

He is the most prestigious and mysterious man, the head of ZMI Agency's special agents. A person of immense influence. Just how influential? He says, find out for yourself! * She is a foreign-born master of criminal psychology, a psychological counselor at a correctional facility. A small fry who is always hungry for more. How small? She says, none of your business! * Zhan Se can't understand why, in just a short bathroom break, she was ensnared by such a cold, dignified, evil, domineering, awesome... a benefactor who is described with all the positive adjectives usually associated with the male protagonists in novels... What?!! She owed him six years ago? Not only did she owe him, but she also has a 6-year-old bun calling her mom? Holy moly! Since they both have a child together, who actually owes whom? ————————●Alternative Edition Introduction●———————— This is a guidebook for a nerdy girl's road to success. This is a must-have secret manual for marital roads. This is an encyclopedia on criminal psychology. This is the life journey of a woman who every man dreams of, working her way up. Urban marriage, rich family scandal, case tracking. All is revealed in "The Surprising Marriage Journey"… Indulgence is boundless, love and affection are reinterpreted! Nothing is the best, there is only better! Reading online novels, for the sense of satisfaction! Cracking melon seeds and peeling peanuts, sit in a row and taste together. Taste the power, color, fame, and wealth, and watch the various states of sentient beings with a smile. (Note: ① This book is one-on-one, absolutely clean, those who dislike the author and the author's writing style should avoid this pit) (Note: ② This book is purely fictitious, and there is no need to verify its authenticity. Reading the text comes with a lightning rod, no compensation for discomfort)

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?

“A legend that refuses to die.” In a world teeming with monsters and adventurers seeking glory through blood and steel, the name Canis Majoris was once whispered with awe and fear—a shadow-born warrior who felled enemies before they knew they were hunted. But now, he is nothing more than an administrative staff member in a quiet guild, spending his days with coffee, cigarettes, and silence. Yet the fragile peace he built is beginning to crumble. The terrorist group known as the Bloodminers—ghosts from his buried past—are on the move again. And when a cold, unyielding military officer named Shina Mariposa begins to uncover secrets long thought forgotten, Canis is forced to confront the legacy he tried to abandon. Alongside Aron Telsa, a young adventurer who looks up to him, and an old comrade who still believes in his humanity, Canis must choose: remain hidden in the shadows—or become the Death the world once feared. But this is more than a tale of fighting monsters. It is a story of identity, legacy, and the true cost of peace.

Whisperwood: The Curse Beneath Dark Fantasy • Gothic Mystery • Supernatural Horror Some towns hide secrets. Whisperwood is made of them. When Lyra arrives in the fog-choked town of Whisperwood, she expects to find answers about her missing mentor. What she finds instead is a curse older than the town itself—one that breathes through its people, rewrites their memories, and punishes those who remember. Guided by a quiet man with no past—and no name—Lyra begins peeling back layers of lies. But every truth they uncover changes the town around them. People vanish. Voices shift. History rewrites itself. Even Lyra begins to question what's real... and what the town wants her to forget. Somewhere in the heart of Whisperwood, something ancient is watching. And it remembers her. If she uncovers the truth, it will cost her everything. If she forgets… she becomes one of them.

Overworked. Underslept. Emotionally bankrupt. That was Selene Mira—an introverted interior designer in her late twenties who barely had time to breathe, let alone live. When she unexpectedly keels over from burnout (who knew coffee wasn’t a food group?), Selene wakes up in an unidentified magical world full of floating islands, spell-wielding sheep, and villagers who think smartphones are cursed artifacts. But there's a twist: She didn’t get magic. She got Amazon. Well, not exactly. But a dimensional shopping platform that delivers anything she wants—from pepper spray to noise-cancelling earbuds—paired with a freakishly fast learning ability and a sarcastic little ring that dings in her head every time she gains a new skill. Armed with nothing but modern gadgets, dry humor, and a desperate need for personal space, Selene sets out to live the slowest, quietest, and most introvert-friendly life possible in a world that keeps trying to turn her into the main character of an epic fantasy saga. Too bad fate—and fantasy tropes—have other plans.

A man rejected by the will of the world he grew up in for all of his life, and a genius with infinite potential who fell as a result of making a risky bet. Under the machinations of the deceased Heavenly Emperor, Huang Xian, two unfortunate souls from entirely different worlds got saved and fused together into a new whole, adopting the identity of the latter–Theodore Winter, the heir to one of the Supreme Pillars of the Heavenly Court. As an eon-spanning competition to decide the next generation of Heavenly Emperor and Heavenly Empress began, it brought with it a game of wits, power and plots that would shake the Heavenly Court to its core. Reincarnators, Transmigrators and Regressors were barely qualified to chase after the unprecedented monsters that had been brought into being for the express purpose of rising above the rest. Battles between peers were like peeling an onion–nobody ever knew just how many cultivation realms and Talents the other had hidden away to catch his opponents off guard. With a saint-like image and the heart of a devil, Theodore Winter entered the fray. Unbeknownst to all, other than returning triumphantly, he was entrusted with another task: To kill Huang Xian’s murderer–his wife, the Heavenly Empress! ------------------------- Read advance chapters (by paying for my meals) on Patreon: • https://www.patreon.com/sh1ro My novel series "Reincarnation Cycle's Unfortunate Bug" on Amazon: • https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0CYHGRR8M/ Discord Server (currently under construction): • https://discord.gg/NdAjjmXSDh ------------------------- Hi there, this is Shiro / the author. Just one little cautionary warning here: Due to being set in an entirely alternate world from ours, while some terms and concepts might seem familiar at first glance, many in actuality are not. In canon, the World's Will of a world exactly like our own 'got inspired' by memories that it secretly glimpsed from the Heavenly Emperor, thereby creating extremely loosely related concepts in its own universe. So never expect anything to work in the same way as something that you are already familiar with, because chances are very high that it won't be the same at all. (Yes, I just blatantly flipped the script.) I hope you'll enjoy The Heavenly Empress' Assassin! ------------------------- Current Release Schedule: • 4 chapters per week • 1 chapter every Monday, Wednesday, Friday and Sunday (at ~11 p.m. GMT+1) (More chapters can appear as bonus chapters, so this is the absolute minimum.) • Vote with Power Stones to read more chapters in the week after the results are in! -> Top 100: +1 chapter -> Top 50: +2 chapters -> Top 10: +3 chapters -> Top 5: +4 chapters -> 1st Place: +5 chapters - Chapter length: ~2k words on average

The Bad Setup Olivia Parker loves her independence—her career, her freedom to travel, and the life she’s built on her own terms. The last thing she wants is to be set up by her best friend, Haley. Meanwhile, Daniel, her fiancé, has been trying to do the same for his best friend, Grayson Steel. But every time they attempt to introduce Olivia and Grayson, something gets in the way. Neither knows what the other looks like—until fate steps in. When Olivia and Grayson meet by chance at a bar, their connection is instant, sparked by an impromptu game of darts. What starts as a random encounter soon feels like something more. But will they take the leap once they realize they were meant to meet all along? A slow-burn romance about fate, friendship, and love finding you when you least expect it.

In a world where power and control rewrite history, a boy named Kasel , 18 yr old, lives quietly—unnoticed, abandoned, surviving through routine and silence. But a suppressed memory stirs, disrupting the fragile rhythm of his existence. At the same time, a mysterious 18-year-old contract—tied to political power—is quietly beginning to collapse,slowly digging at the layers of rewritten history beneath it. The story unravels a hidden connection between a collapsing 18-year-old contract and a rewritten history hidden by the government—quietly investigated by two YouTubers driven by personal loss. It travels across private choices, political currents, and fragile minds—slowly peeling back the mystery of a forgotten incident from 11 years ago. ___________________________________ At the center is Kasel—an unnoticed, introverted 18-year-old boy living like a shadow. Orphaned, quietly longing for love, he works in a small shop, enduring mockery and monotony just to exist. Kasel’s mind often glitches—brief flashes of a memory he doesn’t understand, one he’s learned to ignore. But when a stranger appears—someone he doesn’t remember but might be connected to it all—everything begins to change. This arc follows Kasel’s psychological unraveling and the slow emergence of his past and truth . ___________________________________ This is a slow-burn political–psychological mystery thriller about memory, identity, control, and power.

She was never meant to marry a god. Especially not the Vampire God. For nineteen years, Roseline lived under strange, suffocating rules: Never go out at night. Never wear colorful clothes. Never attract attention. In the quiet town of Techny, tales of vampires were whispered in fear—ancient myths meant to scare children. But for Roseline, those tales were warnings. Warnings she never fully understood… until the night they came for her. Born under the Blood Moon, she was marked from birth—destined to become the bride of the Vampire God, a cursed fate sealed in blood and shadow. Dragged into a world of eternal night, Roseline finds herself trapped in a royal, sinister court, married to a darkly powerful being with red eyes, a dangerous aura, and secrets older than time. He is cruel. He is cold. He is irresistibly beautiful. And now, he owns her. But Roseline is no ordinary bride. As she unravels the truth about her heritage, the vampires’ curse, and the reason her parents have been in comas for thirteen years, she discovers a power within her that could shatter both realms. Caught between a love she never asked for, a past drenched in betrayal, and a destiny darker than she imagined, Roseline must choose: Surrender to the Vampire God… Or become the Queen who rewrites fate itself. --- Excerpt: The grand hall buzzed with music, laughter, and elegance—but Rosaline felt like an invisible ghost among the glittering nobles, just another waitress carrying wine on a silver tray. Until fate, cruel and twisted, decided to strike. As she reached one of the most luxurious tables in the room, her heel slipped on the polished floor. The tray tilted, the wine surged, and in a blink, the deep red liquid splashed across the expensive suit of the most intimidating man she'd ever seen. The goblet shattered. She crashed to the ground with a gasp, heart slamming against her chest. The music stopped. Conversations died. All eyes turned. Rosaline’s breath hitched as she scrambled to her knees. “I-I’m so sorry, sir…” she whispered, head bowed in shame. He rose slowly from his seat—Prince Stefan, the empire’s most powerful noble, though Rosaline didn’t know that. All she knew was that he smelled of wealth, power… and something dangerously otherworldly. His eyes— black, piercing, unreadable—locked onto her like a predator studying prey. He was magnetic. Regal. And terrifyingly silent. Everyone expected him to shout, to demand her job, her punishment. But instead, he tilted his head. His gaze trailed across her face… then down to the soft skin of her neck, where a faded birthmark peeked out—shaped like a crescent moon. The mark. His breath caught. His expression shifted. She was the one. The bride of the Vampire God. The girl bound to him by blood, fate… and a curse centuries old. Kavin nudged him, trying to snap him out of his daze, but Stefan couldn’t look away. “You…” he murmured, his voice low, smooth like dark velvet, “...you’ve grown into someone far more captivating than I expected.” Rosaline blinked, confused. She didn’t know why he looked at her like that. She didn’t know who he really was. But something in his gaze made her chest flutter. He took a step closer. Close enough for her to feel the heat rolling off his body. The way he looked at her made her skin tingle—like he was peeling back her soul. “Tell me, beautiful,” he said, lips curling into a teasing smile, “would you go on a date with me… and save yourself from losing this job?” Gasps echoed again. A date? With him? Rosaline’s heart threatened to jump out of her chest. Who was this man really? And why did her heart feel like it was being claimed by something ancient and forbidden?

For ten years, Ethan Carter was cursed. No matter which club he coached, he never won a single match. The world called him “The Cursed Coach.” Fans ridiculed him. Players disrespected him. The media destroyed him. But on one fateful night, his Bundesliga team—the weakest in the league—was leading 1-0 against a footballing giant. Ninety minutes. One last chance. The biggest upset of the season. The final whistle blew. Victory. His first-ever win. The curse was broken. And then… his heart stopped. When he opened his eyes, he wasn’t in Germany anymore. He was in a run-down office with peeling wallpaper and a broken desk. His hands were thinner. His face was different. A small nameplate sat in front of him: Jake Wilson – Head Coach, Bradford FC (Fourth-Tier League) Before he could even process what had happened, a glowing screen appeared before his eyes. [Ding! The Coaching System Has Activated!] Now, armed with a system that grants real-time tactical analysis, scouting reports, player growth insights, and legendary tactics, Ethan—now Jake—has a second chance. From a forgotten, unknown club to the top of world football—can he use the system to become the greatest coach in history? He was once the most mocked coach in the world. Now, he will become unstoppable. Because this time… he refuses to lose. Disclaimer The Coaching System is a work of fiction. All characters, teams, events, and organizations depicted in this story are purely fictional or used fictitiously. While the novel is inspired by real-world football mechanics, tactics, and leagues, it does not represent any real-life football clubs, managers, or players.

Reborn as the Ultimate Tycoon Genre: Urban, System, Revenge, Harem, Slice-of-Life Jack wakes up in his old apartment, the dingy, cramped space that he once called home a decade ago. The familiar musty scent fills the air, and the thin, worn-out mattress creaks beneath him. His heart pounds as he struggles to make sense of what he’s seeing. "This... this is my old apartment?" Jack mutters, running a trembling hand through his unkempt hair. He touches the cold wall, the peeling paint flaking off at his fingertips. His eyes scan the room, landing on the outdated flip phone resting on the small bedside table. "No way..." he whispers. With shaky hands, he flips it open. The date reads April 15th, 2025. "I was killed in 2035. How the hell am I back here?" Memories of his brutal death flood his mind. The betrayal of his wife, the smug grin of Derek as he delivered the final blow, and the cold sensation of his life slipping away. "Derek... Lisa... You bastards!" Jack clenches his fists, his knuckles white with rage. But amidst the fury, a sudden, mechanical voice echoes in his mind. [System Activated: Welcome to the Ultimate Tycoon System v2.0.] Jack’s eyes widen. "System?" [Initializing...] A translucent screen materializes before his eyes, filled with lines of data and digital text. [Mission Activated: Secure a valuable asset that can generate income within 7 days.] [Reward: Beginner’s Business Insight skill.]

Jaxon doesn’t just see the world differently—he knows it’s a lie. A carefully crafted illusion. He’s spent years peeling back its layers, but when his visions start bleeding into reality, when memories shift like rewritten code, one question haunts him: Is he still in control of his mind? Or has something—someone—altered the script? Selene trusted logic. Skepticism kept her grounded. But meeting Jaxon shatters everything. Following him means stepping into the unknown, facing truths she was never meant to see. Some doors, once opened, can never be closed. And some truths can rewrite existence itself.

When it happened for a few seconds, the world experienced total darkness surrounded by Mirrors shattering, peeling into a new world; an evolved one. I am the glue that holds it together with each crack but does anyone know this? (disclaimer will most probably not publish regularly)

When Lina moves into an ancient, creaking house with a haunted past, she discovers it’s far more than just old wood and peeling wallpaper. Beneath the floorboards, the house whispers—secrets of sorrow, loss, and voices long forgotten. Guided by the silent queen Annora, a ghost bound by tragedy and time, Lina embarks on a journey to listen to the house’s hidden memories and uncover the legacy left by Anna, the first to hear its whispers.

In a city where time never sleeps and memories rot beneath neon lights, Kai lives like a ghost, half-alive, half-forgotten. His apartment is a mausoleum of memories: peeling walls, cheap whiskey, and a chipped teacup that mirrors the fracture lines running through his soul. He’s not searching for salvation. He’s just trying to make it through the silence. Years ago, on a rain-slicked street stained with blood, Kai’s childhood ended in a single moment of violence. What followed was a life lived in shadow—foster homes that blurred together, abuse swallowed like bitter pills, and a growing silence he wrapped around himself like armor. But even silence cracks. When his past begins to resurface—through dreams, through encounters, through the scent of rain—Kai is forced to confront the truths he buried under years of numbness. The memory of that night claws at him, vivid and merciless. And as his grip on the present begins to falter, so does the wall he’s built around himself. This is not a story of hope. Not yet. This is a story of survival. Of memory. Of a man staring into the void of everything he’s lost—and wondering if it’s too late to crawl back into the light.

"The Journey to Rediscover Myself" narrates the story of Linh, a young soul with a complex past and unspoken pain. After years of battling feelings of isolation and inner emptiness, Linh makes the decision to return to herself, in search of answers to the profound questions about the meaning of life. This journey is not only a dialogue with the past, but also a process of inner healing, peeling away the layers of spiritual armor, and embracing her own vulnerabilities.

Lu Siyan just wanted a normal life. Instead, he got a system giving future news and Su Luqi, a Trickster who’s playing him for a fortune. One minute she’s a taxi driver with a sob story, the next she’s a seductive siren offering him the family he craves – all in exchange for a cut of his ten million dollar lottery win. But Luqi has more than money on her mind. As she weaves her web of deceit, peeling off masks both literal and metaphorical, Lu Siyan must decide: Is she his ticket to happiness, or a one-way trip to ruin? [More intrested in synopsis start with volume-1(no need of volume 0)]

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

Qui Lect is thrust into a cultivation world, he determined to rise to the top. "Ghost Bride, how can you be so lazy today?" "Did you mine the spirit stones? " "Did you gather the nourishing herbs?" "Look at the Skin-Peeling Maiden, she’s already mined three veins of spirit stones today!" "If you keep slacking off, how am I supposed to afford a high-end customized Dao Energy SkySoarer manufactured by the Artifact Tesla Sect? " "How am I supposed to afford the finest immortal abode president suite in Xuanyuan Marriott Pavilion?" "If you won’t do your job, there are plenty of other ghosts who will!" With a sly grin, Qui Lect adds, "Tonight, come to my room. I’ll give you some... personal guidance."

"Have you ever wondered why Syndromes exist?" The voice was calm, almost conversational, but the weight behind it was crushing. "They say the universe is alive, that stars are cells and galaxies are tissues. And like any living thing... it can get sick." He exhaled sharply, gripping his chest as if that would steady his spiraling thoughts. "Syndromic Nemesis… You’re telling me the universe has cancer?" The figure before him chuckled. "A fitting word, isn’t it? When Syndromic Energy festers, it turns monstrous. The balance must be maintained, or the infection spreads." He gritted his teeth. "And the monsters we kill—?" "Symptoms. Existence correcting itself. But tell me… what happens when a disease fights back?" A long silence. "You’re talking about Euoniams." The air felt heavier, reality bending as something unseen stirred. "They were never just mistakes. They were inevitable. Born when Syndromic Energy collapses in on itself, feeding in an infinite loop. They have one desire—return to their pure state." "And if they succeed?" The figure’s expression darkened. "Then we see what happens when the syndromic energy rewrites the body." He inhaled sharply. "You mean no one knows?" "No one can know. Even the Syndromes—the first, the omnipotent—are incapable of thinking about it." The sky above fractured, spiraling apart like peeling flesh. Something writhed within the cracks—something wrong. "Didn’t I tell you?" The voice was quiet now. "You never should have come here." ----- (Author's note) this book can't even be compared to a stone but you must have in your life pick up a stone in your way to throw it. Just do the same for this. This could be a total waste of time for you... And there are gonna be references about some 'Auhors' and their 'Novels' Aria is the queen

Naksukawa Kyoko, a fiercely independent accountant, has spent her life carrying the weight of her family on her shoulders. From a young age, she became the breadwinner, sacrificing her dreams to support her loved ones. But when she receives a devastating diagnosis—brain cancer—Kyoko decides it’s time to live for herself. Determined to fulfill her lifelong dream of touring her favorite countries, she reaches out to her former college friend, Andrew DiCaprio, for help. Andrew, a brilliant gastroenterologist with a dark past, is no stranger to sacrifice. Born into a notorious gangster family, he was sent to college to become the family’s “gang doctor.” But after years of living under his father’s shadow, Andrew fled the States for Japan, seeking a fresh start and a life free from violence. When Kyoko asks him to join her on her journey, he reluctantly agrees, seeing it as a chance to escape his own demons—if only for a while. As the two embark on an unforgettable adventure across the globe, their shared history and contrasting personalities create a whirlwind of emotions. Kyoko’s determination to live life to the fullest clashes with Andrew’s guarded cynicism, but as they navigate the highs and lows of their journey, an unexpected bond begins to form. Amidst breathtaking landscapes and heartwarming encounters, they find solace in each other’s company, slowly peeling back the layers of their pain and insecurities. But with Kyoko’s health declining and Andrew’s past threatening to catch up with him, their fragile connection is put to the test. Can two broken souls, each running from their own demons, find the courage to embrace love in the face of uncertainty? Or will their fears and circumstances keep them apart? *Fragile Hearts, Uncharted Paths* is a poignant and heartfelt romance that explores the power of love, redemption, and living life without regrets. Set against the backdrop of a global adventure, this story reminds us that even in the darkest moments, love can be the light that guides us home.

Sage Castillo has always been a fighter. Raised by a cruel, neglectful mother, she’s learned to rely on herself—until she’s kicked out, leaving her homeless and angry. Enter Harlow Baker, who’s spent years running from her own demons. Haunted by her past and the friend who betrayed her, Harlow’s life starts to unravel when she’s forced to confront the truth. When the two girls cross paths, their brokenness intertwines, and they find solace in each other’s arms. But as old wounds resurface and dangerous people from Harlow’s past threaten to tear them apart, Sage and Harlow must fight not only for their love but for the safety of the family they’re creating. Home is where the heart is—but what happens when the past refuses to stay buried? Love is worth fighting for, but is it enough to face their darkest fears?

Miles Fielding is a scrawny twelve-year-old from some nowhere noble family in the United Kingdom, the kind nobody’s betting on to save the day. Except weird crap keeps happening around him—dogs keel over, kids who mess with him end up limping, and his own folks are starting to think he’s cursed. His dad, Viscount Thomas Fielding, is so freaked out that he sends Miles to the High School of Magic “Pendragon Academy”—this fancy-pants academy for the kingdom’s top Gifted kids. Problem is, Miles is too young, too odd, and way too pale to blend in. Oh, and he has a little secret: Eldric Varnwythe, a snarky dark mage from another world, who got stabbed in the back by his own siblings and somehow crash-landed in Miles’s skull. Together, they’re a ticking time bomb of chaos and potential. Eldric Varnwythe’s got necromancy tricks up his sleeve and a vendetta burning in his soul. Eldric is teaching him tricks that’d make your granny faint, Miles’s stumbling into a world of secret lairs, banned alchemy, and beasts that’d eat your face off. His family is scared he’ll hex them, his classmates think he is a freak, and the United Kingdom? Clueless about the storm brewing in this kid’s bony little frame. Will he tame the darkness or let it loose? Hell if I know—but it’s gonna be a wild ride. At Pendragon Academy, under the sharp eye of Headmaster Sir Edward Frederick Harrington, Miles’s supposed to be a prodigy-in-training—but the dark vibes he’s giving off? They’re anything but normal. When he’s not acing herbology or dodging nosy classmates, he’s battling monsters like the Fire Ant with a ragtag crew, proving he’s more than a creepy kid with a pale face. Perfect for fans of magical misfits, epic battles, and snarky voices in your head that won’t shut up. Miles and Eldric are about to flip Pendragon Academy on its head—one spell, one snarky jab at a time. Dive in if you dare!

Dark events occuring in Sadie's life will cause her skills tree to awaken and sprout with stats as long as she's able to cultivate them properly. #antihero #litrpg #progression ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Deep within the dilapidated Sinclair district of the city, amidst the crumbling remnants of a nameless temple, an intrepid archaeologist delved into its ancient catacombs. He unearthed an otherworldly artifact near one of the sealed coffins—a muddied relic emanating an eldritch aura that stirred unease in his excited heart. Upon peeling the layers, he found it to be a vase crafted from porcelain and jade and identified strange writings on its side. With each careful stroke, more details unraveled. The letters were that of a forgotten tongue, seemingly appertaining to an extinct civilisation, but what was clear is that it was wrought by a master's hands. Then suddenly, the dark of the cave seemed to spread, as the archaeologist attempted to escape the encroaching darkness that seemed to materialize from naught, a desperate fumble caused the artifact to slip from his grasp. The precious vase, steeped in the weight of forgotten wisdom, tumbled through the air, its delicate form shattering upon impact with the jagged rocks. In that fateful moment, a kaleidoscope of vibrant colors and pulsating energies burst forth, dispersing through the atmosphere. as if a rainbow pierced the heavens and rain poured forth on unwitting denizens. The city's population inhaled the strange color particles, their very essence became entwined with the mystical forces unleashed. Thus, a metamorphosis unfolded—a phenomenon that bestowed upon the citizens a tapestry of extraordinary powers, each intricately tied to the primal instincts of the animal kingdom. Some found themselves endowed with awe-inspiring abilities, harnessing the strength of lions or the agility of cheetahs. Yet, amongst the transformed throngs, a young woman named Sadie awoke to a different reality. As the veil of slumber lifted from her weary eyes, Sadie discovered herself transformed into Sloth Girl—a being defined not by raw power, but by an unparalleled languor that seemed to stretch time itself. While others were psyched in their newfound might, Sadie found herself sedated of care, a somnolent haze permeating her every fiber. She had gained the knowledge that when a civilisation collapses, spirits reincarnate in other lifeforms and all had to be redone again. Dreading such a restart from scratch. Her purpose became to slow the frantic pace of a world always rushing headlong towards its own ruin. The weight of her eternal existence and the burden of time's unending flow tested her resolve. She wished to understand the true purpose behind evolution and sought to unravel the mysteries of the relic as a gateway to learn the secrets animating her strange universe. Hoping that one day, she will gain respite from the eternal cycle of chaos and creation.

Two battles between progenitors almost destroyed the universe. Both energies was formed from converging power that was capable of splitting the heavens.  Progenitor of bloodlines was the one at the loosing end, while progenitor of darkness seems to be gaining the upper hand. Both wanted to be the supreme power that ruled the universe.  Progenitor of darkness casted a bold look over to progenitor of bloodlines and in an instant, his hand gathered energy that caused both day and night to flicker.  It's intensity cleaved the void in two separate halves.  Progenitor of bloodlines was known as the Master of all bloodlines and the master of all techniques so he was able to discover that this attack was a spiritual attack. Without hesitating, progenitor of bloodlines released his energy… Starburst palm: A palm technique covered an entire dimension, instantly ripping the void in two.  There was a great rumbling caused by both attack and when both collided, there was an intense explosion.  Fire and darkness flickered.  The universe was destroyed one after another. It was said that there's always a universe overlapping another one in an endless succession.  Boom! Boom! Boom!  The void tore, progenitor of darkness was ripped in two. Black blood floated away, being sucked into different dimensions which means, the progenitor of darkness had seemingly left his inheritance before he died.  As for the progenitor of bloodlines, he was almost on the verge of death, and before that he casually waved a hand instantly peeling the universe away which dove him through the river of time and he unleashed his bloodlines where humanity was instantly born.

Offered a second chance by a seemingly friendly(?) god, Keel awakens in the past, armed with fragments of knowledge and the mysterious Builder Relic, a necklace of immense power tied to his destiny. With its ability to claim and shape domains, Keel has the tools to rewrite his fate. Keel Arden is his name, and this is the story. You might like it, give it a go!

Reincarnation clichés are not just my thing. You only get one life, You either die as a failure or live like a winner. -------- Ivor Snow has built his career as the most cunning and undefeated criminal lawyer of his time, a young man with a mind sharper than any blade and a tongue capable of twisting truths into salvation. But what the world doesn’t know is that Ivor hails from a lineage of criminals. Now, would you believe that? A criminal lawyer from the family of criminals. He’s spent years walking the razor’s edge, defending those like his kin while keeping himself far removed from their deeds. However, when a high-profile murder case in Korea demands international expertise, Ivor is thrust into the role of advisor for the defense team. Officially, it’s an opportunity to showcase his legal brilliance. Unofficially, it’s exile. After angering a Russian crime lord with deep ties to the assassin world, Ivor’s life in California had become too dangerous to sustain. Upon arriving in Korea, Ivor quickly discovers the case is far from ordinary. But just as he begins to peel back the truth, an unexpected incident drags him into a brutal reminder of his family’s criminal legacy. Now there's a murder trial on one hand and a dangerous new game unfolding on the other. -------- "You may believe you're peeling off the layers of lies, bit by bit. You may feel you're getting a hold of the situation, but unless you understand how your enemy thinks, every truth your uncover will remain nothing more than an illusion." - Ivor Snow. -------- Romanticist's Character Ivor Snow. --------

Amara Aldritch is a free spirit and is in no hurry to settle down and find her mate. She prefers her own company. Her father, Alexander the Alpha of her pack, fed up with his daughter's dismissal of tradition chooses a mate for her. Amara runs away, and in the process gets chased and nearly captured by hunters. Kieran Quinn, Alpha of the centuries old rival pack, swoops in and rescues Amara from certain death, but does he have his own sinister intentions with the young she-wolf from the pack whose Alpha he is sworn to hate? Amara begins to discover that not all is what it seems to be, when it comes to Kieran, or her own self as odd things begin to happen and a centuries old blood line that Amara didn't realize she had wakes up deep inside of her.