Portrait Calogero

"Have you heard of him?" A small boy tugged at a woman's skirt, his tiny finger pointing at the large portrait of a man clad in a minister’s robe. "Shhh! Don’t say its name!" The woman hushed him, glancing around anxiously. She knew the boy was only curious about the drawing, yet the inscription beside it spoke of someone else entirely. Still, the credit had been given to the man in the portrait. "Why?" "We just... don’t say it." "Are you talking about The Next General?" A man dressed as a scholar interjected, inserting himself into the conversation. "Everyone is talking about it. After a hundred years, it has returned. I can't decide whether that fills me with hope or dread." His words were meant to impress, to showcase his knowledge, but the woman only tightened her grip on the boy, scooped him up, and hurried away like a hunted animal sensing danger. The scholar let out a single sharp laugh. "A chaotic rhythm… and marvellously extraordinary times are upon us," he murmured, before turning and walking away. --- Disclaimer This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and events are either the product of the author's imagination or used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or to real events is purely coincidental. The views and opinions expressed by the characters do not necessarily reflect those of the author. This book contains content that may not be suitable for all audiences. Reader discretion is advised. ------- Author-Sama is here with another one, been planning this for quite a while but laziness and procrastination keeps holding me down but now I am free. Here is another exciting historical novel, please enjoy.

Derek McCoy was a man who spent his entire life facing adversity and injustice. After being forced to settle with surviving rather than living, he had finally found his place in the world, until everything was taken from him one last time. After losing his life to avenge his murdered brother, he reincarnates until he finds a world worth living in, a world filled with magic and monsters. Follow him along his journey, from grieving brother to alien soldier. From infant to Supreme Magus. ------------------------------------------- Tags: Transmigration, Male MC, Western Fantasy Schedule: 12 chapters/week (unless I'm ill or stuff happens) Chapter Lenght: 1200 - 1400 words Warning: The MC is not a hero nor an anti-hero. He is a broken, cynic and misanthropic person looking only for his own gain. If you are looking for a forgiving, nice, MC that goes around saving people in distress, this is not your cup of tea. Same if you want an unchanging MC with no character development. ------------------------------------------- Discord Server: https://discord.gg/suprememagus ---------------------------------------- Cover of Tiamat form Lith Verhen by josh groban aka manohar aka Animustw. My new Pfp was made by Josh (same as above). Visit the official discord for his official portraits of the characters.

After graduating, she expected normal. A job. Blazers. Heels. Maybe someone kind to share Sunday mornings and stupid inside jokes. She wanted quiet. Predictable. Not this. Never this. But fate packed its bags and vanished. Because the moment she met him- Her world cracked like a ribcage, And something feral crawled out. She doesn't know his name. Doesn't know where he came from. Only that when their eyes met across the wreckage- She lost her breath. Her grip. Her goddamn mind. He isn't someone you crush on. He's the kind you survive. He doesn't flirt. He doesn't smile. He doesn't chase. But when he looks at you- You run. Or you fall. There's no in-between. And she? She fell. Hard. Fast. Wrong. Because this isn't romance. It's war. A war between peace and the storm that wears a man's face. Where secrets are bullets, the battlefield is a bed, And the only rule is: Don't ask what he's hiding. But secrets don't stay buried- Not when they whisper your name like sin. Not when they leave bruises and paint your soul in portraits you don't remember posing for. She thinks she's smart. She thinks she knows danger. But the truth? Danger saw her first. Years ago. And it never looked away. --- > "You shouldn't fall in love with strangers." "Who said I had a choice?" --- The Hunter isn't a love story. It's a descent. Into obsession. Into madness. Into the kind of passion that doesn't knock- It breaks the door down and sets the house on fire. This is what happens when a girl meets her end. And it smiles. And waits. --- Welcome to Lords of Obsession. Where love doesn't bloom. It bleeds. --- THE HUNTER LORDS OF OBSESSION BOOK ONE

Seventeen-year-old Joren never asked to be touched by the divine, but when a strange voice pulls him to the long-lost Supernova Portrait, his life changes forever. Now marked as an Auspex, one of the rare and dangerous few gifted with godlike powers, Joren is thrown into a world of hunters, hidden guilds, and ancient forces awakening once again. Auspex are feared, exploited, and hunted. Some change the world, others destroy it. With powers he barely understands and enemies already closing in, Joren must decide what kind of Auspex he will become… before the choice is taken from him. In a world where power is both a blessing and a curse, one boy’s journey could shift the balance of fate itself.

Born with peerless talent, profound looks, and unfathomable strength, Young Master Zhao woke up one day and chose violence. --- Greetings, Fellow Daoists. This ancient scripture records the rise of a new Immortal Venerable. The one who defied fate, defiled heaven, and dominated all under the Nine Skies. They called him mad. They said he was courting death. But Young Master Zhao simply smiled and turned the heavens into his mount. From arrogant Ye Chen to the invincible Yang Kai, every so-called Son of Qi was but an insect crushed beneath his foot, stripped of destiny, reduced to stepping stone for his cultivation path. In a realm where the strong seize fate and the weak become dust, he was born with everything. While others pondered why the sun followed them, he was already a Holy Realm powerhouse, tearing through sacred mountains and enslaving ancient dragons with a single flick of his sleeve. From holy maidens to dragon priestesses, From Eastern princesses to Western empresses, From Northern jade maidens to Southern mature elders. One might count the stars in the heavens, But not the names in his harem scroll. If Fellow Daoists still do not know the difference between heaven and earth, then this scripture shall enlighten thou. --- BE WARNED, FELLOW DAOISTS! This is no ordinary scripture. Reading further may shake your Dao heart, weaken your spirit veins, and send your cultivation into irreversible Qi Deviation. Those beneath the bone age of 18 must avert their eyes, lest they be pulled into a forbidden dual-cultivation realm with no escape. This scripture contains a potent fusion of Yin and Yang, Male and Female, light and Dark. A sacred technique long prohibited by the righteous heavens! Only those with profound Dao harmony may begin to comprehend its lewd profundity. --- To the Young Masters of prestigious orthodoxy clans, wise sages & hermits, divine emperors, immortal venerables, great elders, profound sect masters, and even the all-knowing constellations: Support this rebellious scripture against the heavens by donating your Power Stones and Spirit Stones generously, And let the Lewd Dao rise once more! It's the fated time for us, the Lewd scholars, Cultured Daoists, Lustful Sages, sinister constellations, debauched emperors and horny Young Masters to stand against the righteous heavens and obtain the true Cultured enlightenment that has been suppressed since the dawn of time. For Lustful Dao!!! The Dao creator: LewdScholar Available at the celestial sea of Webnovel, if you are seeing this profound scripture somewhere else, then it won't contain any profound might. ---- Also, engraved below is the sacred glyph one must embed into their jade slip to locate the hidden gateway to the Cultural Holy Land: # https://discord.gg/PY4BVUPyPF Only those with a stable Dao heart and firm Yang essence may survive the trials within. This Venerable One does not boast idly, but let it be known that, the Cultural Holy Land harbors the greatest treasury of jade maidens’ immoral portraits across all Nine Realms and Thirteen Forbidden Heavens. From elven saints to beastkin war priestesses, from immoral demonesses to corrupted nuns, All forms of cultured yin exist here... awaiting worthy dual-cultivation partners. Fellow daoist, do you have what it takes to be a true dual cultivator? Enter only if you dare to cultivate with your soul, body, and lower dantian. If not, break your left hand, kowtow 100 times and ROLL!!! *** Exclusive discord role to those who purchase second tier privilege and above , to enjoy additional exclusive chapters on discord. ( Exclusive chapters contain no plot development )

Aisha's life is a stark portrait of resilience forged in the crucible of relentless adversity. A single mother of five sons, each a living testament to a man who abandoned her, she endures the ceaseless, corrosive scorn of her close-knit community. Branded a "loose woman," her reputation precedes her, isolating her in a suffocating atmosphere of judgment. Her days are punctuated not only by the whispered disapproval of her neighbors, but also by the daily struggle to provide for her children, often with meager resources. Her reflection in a cracked mirror, a constant reminder of her shattered past and the seemingly insurmountable challenges of her present, becomes a symbol of her fragmented identity. Yet, beneath the crushing weight of despair, Aisha's fierce, unwavering love for her sons acts as a defiant shield. This love fuels her quiet rebellion against the societal forces that seek to break her spirit, driving her to find strength where none seems to exist. The story delves into the profound impact of societal judgment, particularly on women, exploring the ways in which it can isolate and dehumanize. It also illuminates the indomitable strength of female resilience, highlighting the power of maternal love to transcend even the most harrowing circumstances, and ultimately, to pave a path toward a fragile, hard-won hope. Beyond the societal scorn, her life is a constant battle against poverty. Each sunrise brings the daunting task of stretching meager resources to feed and clothe her five sons. Market days become a gauntlet of haggling and bartering, where every coin is a hard-won victory. Her hands, calloused and worn, tell the story of countless hours spent washing clothes, mending garments, and tending to the small, stubborn patch of land that provides a meager supplement to their diet. The boys, ranging in age from toddler to teenager, are both her burden and her salvation. They are a constant source of worry, yet their laughter and innocent affection provide the only respite from the crushing weight of her circumstances. This daily struggle, this relentless fight for survival, becomes another layer of her resilience, a testament to her unwavering determination to protect her children.

When Juliette Armand inherits her estranged grandmother’s eerie estate on the misty outskirts of Edinburgh, she has no idea she’s stepping into the jaws of a centuries-old curse, one born under a crimson moon, steeped in blood rituals, betrayal, and forbidden love. But everything begins to unravel the moment she meets Lucien Blackthorne, the cold, dangerously alluring billionaire next door with secrets as dark as the estate itself. A scar that mirrors her recurring nightmares. A portrait of a woman who looks exactly like her. And a hidden diary that was never meant to be read. Now, as the crimson moon rises once more, Juliette must uncover the truth behind her family’s legacy… before the past consumes her, and she loses more than just her heart.

When Julia Harrow arrives at Blackwood Hall after the sudden death of her cousin, she expects mourning, a will, and polite condolences. But from the moment she steps through the iron gates, nothing feels right. The house is too quiet. The air too thick. And the man who now owns it—Alistair Blackwood—is as devastating as he is unreadable. Secrets pulse behind every locked door. Shadows move when no one is near. And the scent of her cousin still lingers in the halls, clinging like a warning. Drawn into a world of velvet lies and dangerous charm, Julia begins to lose time, lose trust, lose herself. Dreams bleed into reality. Passion turns to poison. And as desire tangles with dread, one question haunts her every breath: Did she come here by choice… or was she summoned? The Portrait of Lady Marian is a lush, slow-burning descent into madness, obsession, and a love story that should never have happened. Sinister, sensual, and dripping in dread, this is not a tale you read— it’s one you survive.

Room 304 was supposed to be a college safe haven, a chaotic blend of introverts and extroverts, thinkers and feelers, strategists and idealists, all learning to live (barely) in harmony. Bound by academic stress, late-night debates, emotional breakdowns, and spontaneous glitter explosions, this group of mismatched roommates becomes an unlikely family. But when anonymous notes start appearing, cryptic, targeted, and increasingly hostile. Their carefully balanced dynamic begins to crack. Trust falters. Tension rises. Secrets start surfacing. Told through alternating chapters, each focusing on a different member of the dorm, Cognitive Code paints an intimate portrait of sixteen unique minds each inspired by the Myers-Briggs Type Indicator (MBTI). Without ever explicitly naming their types, the story lets readers experience how cognitive patterns influence identity, communication, and relationships. From the emotionally reserved Observer who sees more than he says, to the romantic idealist who hides her truths in poetry, to the sparkplug extrovert who refuses to let anyone fall apart alone, every character is a code waiting to be cracked. This is a story of connection in chaos. Of love, logic, and learning how to exist beside people wildly different from you and sometimes frighteningly the same. Because the hardest thing about understanding people… is realizing how much of yourself you see in them.

[AUTHOR NOTE, REFRESH YOUR READING LIST, CHAPTER 45 TO 53 UPDATED AND FIXED] [Author Note: Vol 2 has started, NTR, CUCKOLD AND TABOO] All fictional characters are above 18 [WARNING THIS NOVEL IS A SEX NOVEL WHICH INCLUDES SEX CONTENT] Arthur's head hurt like crazy as he woke up. He kept his eyes closed, rubbing his temples and feeling a super comfy bed under him - definitely not his cheap mattress back home. "What the hell...?" he mumbled as he finally looked around. He was in some rich person's bedroom with a fancy four-poster bed and red silk sheets. Sunlight came through pretty stained glass windows, making red patterns on the marble floor. Everything screamed royalty - fancy mirrors, portraits of hunting scenes, and even a painting of a barely-dressed goddess that seemed to be watching him. "How did I get here?" Arthur wondered, getting out of bed. "I definitely drank too much at Mark's party last night" The last thing he remembered was almost getting hit by a car while crossing the street. Looking in a mirror, he got another shock. He didn't look like himself at all! Instead of being skinny with acne scars, he now had muscles, clear skin with just one cool scar on his jaw, with a reddish brown hair, and green eyes. "Damn, I'm hot," he said, touching the scar. For a moment, he remembered his old life. He pushed up his glasses. Kids made fun of him. Jessica laughed at him when he asked her out. "Like I'd be with a loser like you," she told him. Suddenly Arthur realized what was happening. "I've been transported to another world! Just like in those stories online!" He spun around excitedly. "I must be someone important here. This is gonna be so cool! Watch out, fantasy world, your new hero has arrived!" Right then, blue text appeared floating in front of him: [System Starting Up...] [Host Found: Prince Arthur Lionheart] [Soul Check: Person from Another World] [Magic Type: Incubus Powers Activated] "Incubus?" Arthur asked in shock. "Like, those demons that seduce people?" [That's right. Your family's magic has changed because of your Earth soul's hidden desires. Congrats on finding your true potential.] "Can I change it? I want to be a cool battle wizard or something!" [Not possible. Your soul has permanently connected to the Incubus powers. Accept it - your charm is your weapon, attraction is your shield.] "Fuck," Arthur groaned. [Exactly. The more sexual intimacy you have, the stronger you'll become.] Arthur's eye twitched. "Very funny. Just... tell me what I can actually do."

Levy left her house after fighting with her siblings and was insulted by her parents. Some creepy souls and shadows followed her . They attacked her too . A Portrait of deadly revenge and magic influence

In the bustling world of 1990s Hollywood, a man defies all odds to become the ultimate icon of fame and power. Standing tall at 186 cm and boasting unparalleled strength, he is not only a top-tier director but also a global sensation celebrated for his charisma, charm, and wealth. With a staggering net worth placing him among the world’s richest, and a reputation that oscillates between adoration and scandal, he navigates the treacherous waters of the entertainment industry with unmatched skill. This story follows his extraordinary journey—from the struggles behind the camera to the dazzling spotlight on the red carpet. Amidst fierce competition, romantic entanglements, and relentless media scrutiny, he carves out a legendary career while battling personal demons and complex relationships. “Hollywood Director 1992” blends humor, drama, and romance to paint a vivid portrait of ambition, resilience, and the price of stardom in a city where dreams are made—and sometimes shattered.

In the cold heart of Victorian London, Lady Elenora Warwick is forced into a loveless marriage with Darius Cain, a self-made industrialist who purchased his noble title, and with it, her freedom. She is noble by blood, proud and silent. He is power-hungry, sharp-tongued, and despises the aristocracy she represents. From the moment their eyes meet, hostility sparks. But the grand estate they now share hides more than gold-framed portraits and endless halls... It hides secrets that could destroy them both. Bound by duty, trapped by expectations, and fueled by mutual disdain, what begins as a clash of worlds slowly ignites into a dangerous, undeniable desire. Can love grow where hatred once bloomed? Or will pride and secrets tear them apart?

Cynthia Fola is a woman who seems to have it all. A celebrated author. A loving wife. A devoted mother. Her books have touched hearts across the world, yet the story she’s never told is the one still bleeding inside her. Six years ago, in the silence of her apartment, she miscarried a child she never told anyone about. Not her friends. Not her therapist. Not even Damson, the man whose name she whispered through the pain. He left her soon after, never knowing what she lost. She never asked why. She just survived. Now living in quiet elegance with her husband Levi and their son Adam, Cynthia has carefully rebuilt a life that looks whole. But when a professional event in Dubai brings Damson back into view — older, bolder, and standing on the very stage she’s meant to own — the walls she’s held up begin to crack. Memories return with force. Her body remembers the ache. Her heart remembers the silence. And in the glow of chandeliers and applause, she is forced to confront the love that left her, the pain that shaped her, and the truth she buried beneath success. Cry Me a River is a lyrical, unflinching portrait of grief, motherhood, marriage, and memory. It is the story of a woman who gave everything to protect someone’s dream, only to nearly die in the process — and what happens when that dream returns, asking for her voice again.

Percy, a broke novel reviewer, barely scrapes by until his drunken, deadbeat father kills him over a few bills. But instead of dying, he wakes up inside the very novel he just reviewed… and hated. Now trapped in Paintings of Felicius’s Portraits as Iulian Horatius, a character doomed to die at the hands of the novel’s ruthless protagonist, Percy is forced to navigate a world of terrifying powers, family strife, and scorn. Worst of all? He must face Felicius D'Nivis Solvere. The unstable, tortured heir of the Grand Duke, whose fate is steeped in madness and tragedy. But as Percy fights against his cruel fate, his relationship with Felicius takes an unexpected turn. With survival on the line and romance blooming in the shadows of cruelty, can Percy rewrite this doomed story… or will he remain to be the victim of fate?

Kairo Reyes has the face of a heartthrob and the bank account of a struggling artist. Armed with nothing but his camera and a broken heart, he captures moments for a living—weddings, portraits, and smiles he’ll never see again. Girls fall for him like clockwork, drawn in by his quiet charm and soulful gaze. But they never stay. Every relationship ends the same: a sudden goodbye, an unexplained silence, a piece of his heart gone missing. Eleven girls, eleven heartbreaks, and a growing suspicion that he’s either cursed—or cursed to love wrong. Then comes Selene Vaughn: wealthy, mysterious, and far too interested in who he is, not just what he does. She hires him for a private shoot, but her questions cut deeper than any lens ever could. She doesn’t want photos. She wants to know him. Just as Kairo starts to fall again, someone from his past resurfaces—Lina, the first girl to vanish without a word, and the only one who ever truly knew him. Her warning? Stay away from Selene. She’s not who she says she is. Now caught between two women—one from a past that still haunts him and one from a present that sees through him—Kairo must uncover the truth about the curse that follows him. Because love may not just break his heart this time… It might destroy him.

Mia is plunged into a terrifying mystery when a white rose, left as a chilling threat, leads her down a rabbit hole of secrets surrounding a missing woman named Elara and a reclusive man, Jason. Driven by a relentless need to understand the connection between them, Mia investigates, navigating cryptic online forums and risking a dangerous return to Jason's eerie, silent home. There, she uncovers hidden journals and photographs that paint a tragic portrait of Jason's past: Elara, his muse, vanished, leaving him haunted by "shadows" and broken promises. A photograph reveals a potential lead – "The Crimson Theatre" – but Mia's investigation has not gone unnoticed. A shadowy figure, who sent the threatening rose, knows she's searching for answers. Now, Mia must escape, knowing she's been drawn into a dangerous game where the shadows are closing in.

They said the mansion was cursed. Elias Gray didn’t care—until the doors started whispering his name. When Elias inherits a crumbling estate in the forgotten town of Black Hollow, he thinks it's his lucky break—a chance to escape debt, rebuild, and start over. But the mansion doesn’t want to be inherited. It wants to be remembered. Inside its decaying walls, rooms shift when no one is watching. Portraits bleed. Footsteps echo through empty halls. And a locked basement door hides something that should never be found. The townspeople speak in hushed voices of The Hollowing, a ritual erased from history. As Elias digs into his family’s dark legacy, he realizes the truth: the house isn’t haunted. It’s alive. And it’s hungry.

Xun Ruiwen, a reserved art student, renders the people around him while keeping his own life carefully obscured. However, as he lays down the features, they never seem to settle into place. Hua Ruoyan, a laid-back saxophonist who was born with a rare condition and steadily worsening eyesight, notices his struggle and intervenes with his own unorthodox methods. Guiding Xun Ruiwen’s careful hand across the planes of his face, their demonstrations unfold into something closer to creation. As they spend time together, Xun Ruiwen begins to see as Hua Ruoyan does; through sound, through touch, and eventually through emotions. And when Hua Ruoyan asks to draw him, Xun Ruiwen realizes some portraits can only be finished when you let yourself be seen.

"They say death is the end, but perhaps in this land where the trees loom in the distance upside down, a grander finale stirs beyond the reach of mortal feet. A picturesque portrait of a forever hotel and its phantom dwellers dance in limbo. Hand in hand, in a place long begone." You slam the book shut and retreat beneath your covers, warm and touchable like all things living. The image of a majestic hotel and its land of mystics haunt your dreams. In your final fantasy, the silhouettes of dancing ghosts retreat beyond the fog, and their soundless carols. In tandem, a whisper zaps by your ears.

[R-rated] “You taught death, I learnt life.” ~Between two brutal choices, she must choose one to live with as a price for the life she'd slain.~ Volume 1: At a midnight, the lass murdered a mortal, or at least it seemed like and a portrait of a mysterious painter witnessed it all - the dead and her deeds! Terrified, she was desperate to destroy the canvas of his when she found him out. But in the process, she destroyed herself; she who is the Cinderella of her own fairytale who fights to live every second and there, he is the monster who intimidates her to kill the lives for life. She is spirited, she is reckless, she doesn't know what she is doing whereas he is cold, he is tricky and thinks hard before every step he takes. “Paint me in with your colors.” That was all the desperate soul said. “Draw and destroy me on your canvases.” That was all the rigid mind heard. ***The cover belongs to me.*** Follow me on Instagram: ilm.arh Twitter: author_ilma Facebook Page: Author I.R. For more books: linktr.ee/ilm.arh

King Niklaus Mikaelson, a name that resonated with both fear and reverence across the Mythralian Peninsula, was a figure shrouded in a dark, commanding aura. His reputation as the most ruthless and strongest ruler had been etched into the annals of history through countless conquests and acts of sheer dominance. The Kingdom of Emberlyn, his seat of power, had become a formidable force under his iron-fisted rule, expanding relentlessly as he sought to unite the entire peninsula beneath his banner. Niklaus was a man who wielded authority like a weapon, his charisma a tool for bending others to his will. To the world, he was the epitome of power and allure, the man every woman desired and every rival feared. Yet, beneath his striking exterior and regal bearing lay a darkness as deep and unyielding as the obsidian blade he kept sheathed at his side. In the resplendent Kingdom of Aquarion, where the gentle whispers of the wind and the serene beauty of the landscape paint a portrait of tranquility, Princess Emily Wilson stands as a luminous enigma. As the eldest and middle daughter of King Wilson, Emily is a figure both revered and shrouded in mystery, a living legend whose beauty is spoken of in hushed, reverent tones. Emily’s physical beauty is legendary, though it remains largely unseen by the world beyond her family. Her rare blue eyes, deep and mesmerizing, are said to capture the essence of the sky and the sea, reflecting a depth of emotion and intelligence that transcends mere appearance. Her blonde hair, a cascade of sunlit strands, frames her face with a halo of ethereal light, adding to her mystique. To those who have glimpsed her, Emily is a vision of unparalleled grace, a princess whose beauty is as captivating as it is elusive. Yet, Emily’s allure extends far beyond her physical appearance. She embodies a unique blend of wisdom, strength, and purity, qualities that make her a formidable presence in her kingdom. Her wisdom is profound, her decisions guided by an insight that belies her years. She approaches her role with a sense of purpose and clarity, balancing the weight of her responsibilities with the grace of a true leader.

[WARNING: THIS BOOK CONTAINS MATURE 18+ STUFF] Raquel never dreamed her future would be decided for her—let alone with a man who still wears his grief like armour. Bound by an arranged marriage to a wealthy widower known more for his icy silence than his affection, Raquel steps into a household frozen in time. The late wife's portrait still hangs above the mantel. Her scent lingers in the hallways. And her memory lives on through the man’s young son—who meets Raquel's presence with cold glares and stubborn silence. Winning her husband’s heart might take time. But earning the trust of a child who sees her as an intruder? That’s a battle Raquel never saw coming. What begins as a reluctant union soon becomes a test of endurance, patience, and vulnerability. As secrets unravel and grief resurfaces, Raquel must ask herself Can she build a future in a home built on sorrow? Or will she always be just a stranger in someone else’s love story?

What if your heart remembers what your mind has long forgotten? Ava Sullivan is a grounded, hardworking barista trying to rebuild her life after years of feeling like something someone is missing. Haunted by vivid, recurring dreams of a life she never lived, she begins to question the strange familiarity she feels toward a man she meets by chance: Leo Carter. His eyes spark a memory. His voice echoes through time. And in his presence, her soul trembles with recognition. When Ava discovers an unfinished portrait in a quiet art gallery a painting of her own face her world begins to unravel. The painting was done by Leo… but he has no memory of ever starting it. As fragmented dreams grow more vivid, Ava begins to piece together a shocking truth: In another life, she was Isabella Reed, a powerful businesswoman torn between love and duty. And Leo? He was Liam Carter the man she loved and lost in a tragedy that still echoes across time. Bound by fate and drawn together by memories that refuse to die, Ava and Leo must uncover the secrets of their shared past before history repeats itself. But some forces will do anything to keep the past buried… Will love conquer time itself? Or are some lifetimes meant to end in heartbreak?

A love story written in the ink of loss. Noah Carter never believed in happy endings - not since his father's funeral, not since the world taught him that love always comes with an expiration date. Then he collided with Lena Park on the library steps, and for the first time, he dared to hope. With her dog-eared books and reckless laughter, Lena taught him how to live in the fragile spaces between heartbeats. But Lena was living on borrowed time. When the headaches start, when the fainting spells begin, when the doctors say those three irrevocable words - "inoperable," "untreatable," "terminal" - their love story becomes a countdown. Noah watches helplessly as the girl who once swam in midnight oceans forgets how to open pill bottles. As the woman who quoted Virginia Woolf by heart struggles to remember his name. As the love of his life fades to a ghost in a hospice bed, still beautiful, still his, still dying. In the aftermath, Noah drowns in the silence she left behind. Her sweater loses her scent. The ferns she loved wither from neglect. The world keeps turning, indifferent to his grief. Until he finds her final gift - twelve letters, one for each month without her, each a dagger and a lifeline: "If you're reading this, I've been dead for thirty days. Go to our diner. Order my pancakes. Tell them Lena says hi. Then come home and scream until you can't breathe. Repeat as needed." A harrowing portrait of love and loss, "The Earth Remembers You (But I Can't Forget)" is an elegy for the living - for those left behind in the wreckage of forever. This is not a story about moving on. This is a story about learning how to drown in someone's absence and still find the will to surface, gasp by painful gasp. A love story that will carve its name into your bones and leave you bleeding.

(MATURE CONTENT) Threesome arc? - Right here A weak, adorable, and low self-esteemed MC with an awful past, a trauma breaking him down every second and controling his life, just before he meets his 'suns', and later gains confidence and starts loving himself again arc? - Right here. Yeah, you read that right. Twin brothers who radiate like the sun and are very possessive of the MC, putting his happiness above everything arc? Gosh, look no further, you're in the right place. This story is just for you, so open it and read to your heart's content. ****** Synopsis I was just a no-name photographer who was trying hard to make a living, but then I got tangled with 'them'. My life, as it was, had always been nothing but a nightmare, living a cursed life that wasn't fit to be called a life. I had no chances with love, connections, or anything. Nothing! And after drawing my last straw, trying to make a final effort that would maybe lead me somewhere other than dirt, I met them again. They - the twins - were my childhood friends whose lives I had ruined with my presence, and I was scared to ruin it a second time, so I tried to stay away from them but... They had other plans. 'When angels dream.' That was what I called the picture. The beautiful portrait was filled with serenity as that blond Italian man gazed into the distance and was showered with the soft petals of cherry blossom. The beautiful picture I had 'stolen'. Yeah, that's the word. I stole it because I didn't ask for permission first. But this is how it unfolded. At first, I took the picture without asking because I was so mesmerized by the scenery, and completely breathtaking, but then I got caught but it wasn't by the same man. They looked alike and wore the same clothes but I could tell right away that he wasn't him. Nevertheless, I apologized. "I'm deeply sorry." I said but then, the man whom I had stolen a picture from walked up behind me and said, "To think such a day would come." I turned around and blinked, looking at the man in front of me and then at the one behind me. They were identical twins. And not only that ... My heart shook... They looked like the twins I had known back then. "What's the matter?" The one in front asked with a bright smile that I was so compelled to take a picture of him and I did. He blinked at my confused expression and then burst out laughing. A sweet and cheerful laugh that made me blush. he looked really handsome. They both did, with their blonde hair which shone like gold with the suns radiation and a charming smile. I found my heart racing at the mere sight of that smile and almost forgot the situation I was in. "I see you haven't changed at all." He suddenly said, swiped my hair back and added, softly, "Hyung." My eyes widened. These two... It couldn't be... They weren't the twins, right? The twins that I knew. They... How did this happen? I just wanted a picture, that's all. ****** Thank you all for diving into this story. Note, the smut doesn't officially start right away till the later chapters but I didn't leave the readers without some sweet candies either, so along the line, there were a bunch of 'actions' between MC and the twins, huhu. His denial knew no bound but his body still won in the end, haha. Anyway, if you find waiting for updates too long, and you haven't checked out my other books, please do. There's also a threesome arc in the first one below. And it's completed too. What a score! 1) Alpha, Alpha, Beta? I transmigrated into an Omegaverse as a boy? [Completed] Check out the continuation of number one, It's the next generation, that is, their kids 2) To Byul (Omegaverse) [Ongoing ]

“Love me like you want to watch me bleed.” When Elara Voss trespasses into the Thornes’ forbidden forest to save her dying sister, she expects venomous thorns—not a bloodied tyrant chained to a sacrificial altar. Kael Thorne, ruler of the nocturnal Lycan syndicate, wears his patricidal scars like trophies and craves her blood to quiet the silver shrapnel devouring his heart. He gifts her a steel-boned corset laced with silver spikes, yet burns his fur shielding her from flames. He forces mandrake wine down her throat at feasts, but trembles dressing the wounds he carved into her flesh. He smirks as she finds abortion pills hidden in her breakfast tray, yet carves an ice cradle for the “monster” growing in her womb. “You smell like absolution,” he growls, fangs glinting against her torn dress, molten-gold eyes reflecting the wedding band forged from his own bones. “Too bad I sold my soul long before you.” But when Argent Order’s missiles shatter the cathedral glass, Elara discovers the crescent scar on her collarbone perfectly matches the autopsy report of Kael’s deceased sister—whose funeral portrait hangs in his bloodstained gallery. As flames engulf the altar, she drives a dagger into his crystallizing heart, only to hear their bonded bone rings wail in unison. The truth crashes louder than the crumbling chapel: Their fatal bond began the night he dragged her from a fire two decades ago. Now, under a bleeding moon, Kael slams her blade deeper into his chest, crystalline shards spraying like shattered stars: “Feel it, darling… …how this heart that beats for you is slowly turning into the blade that will slit your throat.” WARNING: Contains morally bankrupt aristocrats, mutually assured destruction masquerading as romance, and enough gothic depravity to make Dracula blush. When the blood pact ignites, will you root for the knife—or the throats it dances between?

A mysterious painting. A journey through time. A love that defies the centuries. In this captivating romantic fantasy, The Enchanted Portrait: Love Beyond Centuries, a young woman stumbles upon an ancient painting that pulls her into the heart of the Qing Dynasty’s imperial court. As she navigates a world of intrigue, espionage, and hidden secrets, she must uncover the truth behind the portrait—while struggling to survive in a time that is not her own. Caught between duty and desire, trust and betrayal, she finds herself entangled in a web of palace conspiracies and a forbidden romance that transcends time. As the battle for power unfolds, so does the mystery of her own identity. Can she change fate, or is she destined to be a mere pawn in history’s grand design? With lush historical detail, deep emotional intensity, and a thrilling mix of adventure and romance, this novel brings to life a world where past and present collide. Perfect for fans of time-travel dramas, historical palace intrigue, and epic love stories, The Enchanted Portrait promises an unforgettable journey through love, loyalty, and the unbreakable ties of destiny.

Shadows and Starlight: The BTS Chronicles takes readers on an emotional and inspiring journey through the lives of the seven members of BTS, chronicling their rise from humble beginnings to global stardom. This biographical fiction novel delves into their personal struggles, triumphs, and the hidden challenges behind their public personas. Each chapter is dedicated to one member of BTS, starting with Kim Taehyung, and explores their life before joining the group, their experiences as trainees, the toll of fame on their mental and physical health, and the relationships with their families, fans, and fellow members. From the pain of being misunderstood and facing intense competition, to the joy of connecting with millions around the world, Shadows and Starlight paints a raw and honest portrait of what it takes to become one of the most successful musical acts in history. Through the lens of fame, each member’s story is filled with moments of vulnerability, strength, and hope. Readers will witness their dedication to music, their personal sacrifices, and the deep emotional bonds formed between them as a group. The narrative also delves into the pressure of living up to fans’ expectations, battling rumors, and overcoming obstacles such as physical injuries and mental health struggles. The novel is not just about their journey as BTS but also about what it means to be human—how dreams are shaped, how perseverance leads to success, and how through the darkest times, light can be found. A story of resilience, passion, and the unwavering hope that even in the face of adversity, starlight can shine through the shadows. Shadows and Starlight is a tribute to BTS’s legacy, their incredible bond with ARMY, and their collective impact on the world—a reflection of how their art has not only transformed their lives but has inspired millions around the globe.

Shadows and Starlight: The BTS Chronicles takes readers on an emotional and inspiring journey through the lives of the seven members of BTS, chronicling their rise from humble beginnings to global stardom. This biographical fiction novel delves into their personal struggles, triumphs, and the hidden challenges behind their public personas. Each chapter is dedicated to one member of BTS, starting with Kim Taehyung, and explores their life before joining the group, their experiences as trainees, the toll of fame on their mental and physical health, and the relationships with their families, fans, and fellow members. From the pain of being misunderstood and facing intense competition, to the joy of connecting with millions around the world, Shadows and Starlight paints a raw and honest portrait of what it takes to become one of the most successful musical acts in history. Through the lens of fame, each member’s story is filled with moments of vulnerability, strength, and hope. Readers will witness their dedication to music, their personal sacrifices, and the deep emotional bonds formed between them as a group. The narrative also delves into the pressure of living up to fans’ expectations, battling rumors, and overcoming obstacles such as physical injuries and mental health struggles. The novel is not just about their journey as BTS but also about what it means to be human—how dreams are shaped, how perseverance leads to success, and how through the darkest times, light can be found. A story of resilience, passion, and the unwavering hope that even in the face of adversity, starlight can shine through the shadows. Shadows and Starlight is a tribute to BTS’s legacy, their incredible bond with ARMY, and their collective impact on the world—a reflection of how their art has not only transformed their lives but has inspired millions around the globe.