Lit Killah Dibujo

"Once upon a time..." "There was a young man named Fionn." "He was the king of the Hyperboreans, a civilization that thrived in the distant north of the world, where peace and harmony reigned beneath skies of eternal frost." "One day, during one of his habitual walks beyond the walls of his grand, crystalline castle, Fionn heard a peculiar sound—a sharp squealing that pierced the stillness of the white forest surrounding his domain." "Startled and alert, he gripped the hilt of his regal sword and followed the noise, his boots crunching softly over snow-dusted leaves. As he pushed through the pale foliage, the source of the sound revealed itself—a girl, cornered by a thur." "The creature was monstrous, towering over both the girl and Fionn himself. Its thick, gnarled skin was the color of ash, mottled with scars and patches of coarse, dark hair. A pair of jagged tusks jutted from its wide, snarling mouth, and its eyes glowed faintly, like embers in a dying fire. Long, sinewy arms ended in clawed hands that could snap trees like twigs, and its breath came out in ragged, steaming huffs, filling the air with a stench of decay." "The thur growled, advancing on the girl with a lumbering gait, its massive frame causing the ground to tremble faintly beneath its weight. Every instinct in Fionn's body screamed at him to flee, but he stood firm." "Drawing his sword in one fluid motion, the king lunged forward. With a single, decisive strike, he felled the monster, its roar silenced as it collapsed into the snow." "-Are you all right?- Fionn asked, his voice steady but gentle as he turned toward the girl." "But she didn't respond. She didn't even look at him." "Fionn frowned, puzzled by her silence. Perhaps she was too shaken by the attack to speak, he thought. Yet, something else caught his attention—something even more peculiar." "Her skin. It wasn't the pale, snowy white of the Hyperboreans. It was... pink. A soft, warm hue unlike anything he had ever seen." "-Ehm... I know this might sound a little inappropriate, but... where are you from? You don't look like anyone from here,- Fionn ventured cautiously, hoping for a reply. But still, she said nothing." "-Wait!- He suddenly realized, his eyes widening. -Could it be that you don't understand me?-" "If she didn't respond because she didn't know his language, then she couldn't be from Hyperborea—or even anywhere nearby. But where else could she be from? Beyond Hyperborea, there was only the vast, unending sea... wasn't there?" "-Could it be that she's from one of the other Nine Worl—- Fionn's thoughts were abruptly interrupted as the girl rose to her feet." "She stepped closer to him, her movements deliberate but strange, her expression unreadable. She—Oh!" ~Ronf~ ~Ronf~ ~Ronf~ "Looks like Artair is already asleep..." The mother lowered the book gently, a warm smile on her lips as she gazed at her son's peaceful face. "He must have played a lot today. I usually read him more of the story before he falls asleep..." Leaning over, she placed a soft kiss on his forehead. "Good night, my little Artair." With a quiet sigh, she tucked the blanket around him even more snugly than before, then rose from the bedside. Extinguishing the torch that lit his room, she left, closing the door behind her with care. In the dim stillness of the house, she paused, looking out through the small window at the darkened village. Her thoughts turned inward as she whispered to herself: "I hope, at least, that you'll be able to live a life free from war..."

Subjuguée par son contact chaleureux malgré sa froideur habituelle, elle l'aimait mais finit par être déçue et trahie. Lorsque l'amour se transforme en obscurité, il devient vénéneux et consume l'âme. La naïve Arabella a évolué. *** « Merci d'être devenue ma femme », furent les derniers mots de son mari froid avant de mourir, accompagnés d'un sourire qui n'avait jamais effleuré ses lèvres auparavant. Pas le jour de leur mariage. Ni même à la naissance de leur unique enfant. L'empereur Ferdinand, que Arabella aimait tant, a tué leur fils. Elle est devenue une méchante et a juré vengeance pour son enfant adoré. Pendant une décennie, elle a utilisé tous les moyens possibles pour faire payer Ferdinand. Jusqu'à ce qu’enfin… il chute en ruine ! Avec sa vengeance accomplie, la vie d'Arabella s'acheva bientôt avec son mari mort dans ses bras. Mais le destin n'en avait pas fini avec elle. Tout à coup, elle se retrouva deux décennies plus tôt juste après leur mariage. Était-ce une malédiction ou une bénédiction ? Peu importait. Car elle n'avait qu'une chose à faire. « Je te ruinerai aussi dans cette vie ! » C'était la promesse haineuse qu'elle s'était faite en réalisant qu'elle était revenue à la vie. Mais dans sa seconde vie, Arabella reçut inopinément le don de découvrir la vérité. Qui avait tort et qui avait raison ? Seul le temps le dira.

Au cœur d'un volcan, le palais féerique mécanique laissé par les anciens aspirait à un successeur. La mère s'est sacrifiée pour obtenir le sceau du trésor du palais féerique, le confiant à Ning Zhuo sur son lit de mort. Sceau du Cœur du Démon de Bouddha ! Pour s'offrir à l'illumination, et livrer les autres à la démonisation. Le porteur du sceau, en gravant légèrement le Sceau du Cœur du Démon, pouvait contrôler les mécanismes comme s'ils étaient des plumes. Tandis que d'autres l'utilisaient, épuisés en esprit et alourdis en esprit ; Ning Zhuo pouvait le commander avec aisance, léger et gracieux comme dans une danse. Ning Zhuo dit, "Mère, votre enfant réalisera sûrement votre confiance et revendiquera ce palais féerique !" En effet : La rencontre fortuite avec un secret vif, où la compétence se mêle à la logique suprême. Des univers s'ouvrent à de nouveaux royaumes, où la beauté naturelle rivalise avec les cieux. Les cloches anciennes transmettent la loi, dansant sous l'éclat pur de la lune. Avec la véritable forme incarnant une myriade de choses, qui dans le monde pourrait rivaliser !

Choquant ! La célèbre famille Lin à Jinchuan a fait faillite. Le public : Qui en est responsable ? Initié : Le descendant indigne, Lin Wanli ! *** Choquant ! Le souverain de Jinchuan, Huo Guixiao, se marie ! Le public : Qui est la mariée ? Initié : La dominatrice et arrogante Lin Wanli ! *** Choquant ! L'identité de la personne en charge de la Biologie Taixi a été révélée. Le public : Qui est le PDG ? Initié : Est-ce toujours... Lin Wanli ? Ce perdant ?! *** Dans sa vie antérieure, Lin Wanli avait été trompée par sa meilleure amie, manipulée par son père vaurien et rejetée par sa grand-mère. Elle ne pouvait même pas protéger sa fille de huit mois, qui avait été jetée à la poubelle par sa nounou. Après s'être réincarnée, Lin Wanli a désespérément saisi l'opportunité de prendre sa revanche. Elle a également conquis l'homme qui l'a aidée à se venger. C'est juste... Elle a toujours pensé que cet homme s'était aussi réincarné. Jusqu'à ce qu'elle réalise qu'il pouvait facilement lire dans ses pensées. "Monsieur Huo, n'est-ce pas un peu impoli de votre part de vous être réincarné avec des compétences spéciales ?" demanda Lin Wanli. "Quand ai-je jamais dit que je m'étais réincarné ?" demanda-t-il. "Ai-je mal compris ?" "Pas exactement. J'ai bien une compétence spéciale. Par exemple, j'ai pu vous entendre vous plaindre que le lit était trop petit hier soir," répondit-il.

Il tomba amoureux de ses rares yeux violets. Puis, il pensa à la posséder entièrement. ------ Cette nuit-là, la délicate femme aux yeux violets, vêtue d'une robe de mariée, était assise sur leur lit tandis que son mari l'observait avec un sourire en coin. "Alors", dit-il d'une voix traînante, mauvaise et magnétique, "je ne peux pas voir le visage de mon épouse même la nuit de nos noces ?" "Votre Majesté a promis d’exaucer mon unique souhait", remarqua la femme, fixant le voile qui couvrait la moitié inférieure de son visage avec des mains légèrement tremblantes. Il plongea son regard dans ses mystérieux et rares yeux violets. "Puis-je demander pourquoi un tel souhait ?" Elle le regarda en retour. "Votre Majesté pourrait ne pas aimer voir des choses laides." Il afficha un sourire narquois et s'avança vers elle. "Mais, je n'ai jamais eu de penchant pour les jolies choses." ------ Seren, la fille infâme de la sorcière, et Drayce, le fils impitoyable et vicieux du Diable. Personne n'avait jamais vu son visage puisque les sorcières sont censées être laides, mais il était celui qui n'a jamais cherché la beauté. Elle était maudite pour ne jamais tomber amoureuse, mais lui souhaitait être le seul homme qu'elle aimerait jamais. Une princesse maudite mariée au fils du diable pour détruire son royaume, mais le fils du diable avait un autre plan pour elle. Le secret de sa naissance ne sera révélé que pour montrer la voie afin de libérer les pouvoirs cachés en elle que personne ne peut contrôler. Avec les dangers cachés convoitant son pouvoir, Drayce et Seren peuvent-ils se protéger mutuellement ou les ténèbres les engloutiront-ils tout entiers ? ------ Ceci est le premier livre de la série "Diable et Sorcière". Livre un - La Fille de la sorcière et le Fils du diable. Livre deux - La Sorcière Maudite du Diable. Livre trois - La Fiancée du Diable. Tous les livres sont reliés entre eux mais vous pouvez les lire de manière indépendante. ------ Instagram- mynovel.20 Discord - Donné dans les chapitres Groupe FB- les romans de mynovel20

Lorsque Feng Qing est née, elle a été vendue à un couple de la montagne à cause de la négligence de l'hôpital. Seize ans plus tard, ses parents biologiques l'ont ramenée à la maison depuis un petit village de montagne, elle pensait que sa vie serait meilleure, mais ce n'était pas le cas. Non seulement elle n'a pas reçu d'amour de la part de ses parents, sa sœur de substitution l'a rendue aveugle. Finalement, ses parents l'ont mariée à un vieil homme dans la cinquantaine. Le jour de son mariage, Feng Qing s'est échappée de l'hôtel poursuivie par une ribambelle de gardes du corps. Dans une situation critique, elle a grimpé dans la voiture noire garée en bord de route. Sur la banquette arrière de la voiture se tenait un homme séduisant où la froideur impitoyable était un élément constant sur son visage. Il avait l'air de quelqu'un avec qui on ne pouvait pas plaisanter. Feng Qing tapota ses petites mains sales. "Alors, monsieur, j'ai remarqué que la solitude se lit sur votre visage. Que diriez-vous d'avoir une épouse qui se présente maintenant à vous ?" Xie Jiuhan était communément appelé le Neuvième Maître. Il était le seigneur de la Capitale et avait une personnalité imprévisible. Il était têtu et impitoyable. Les femmes de la haute société dans la Capitale ont utilisé tous les moyens, mais aucune d'entre elles n'a même approché l'ourlet des vêtements du Maître Neuvième. À partir de ce jour, des rumeurs ont commencé à se répandre dans la Capitale. Le Neuvième Maître, qui se tenait d'ordinaire à l'écart des femmes, élevait une petite épouse dans son manoir et la gâtait à l'extrême. Maître Neuvième : "Ma femme est trop faible pour prendre soin d'elle-même." Le docteur : "Alors, qui est cette dame qui a brisé la rotule de quelqu'un d'un seul coup de pied ?" Maître Neuvième : "Ma femme a vécu dans des villages, elle n'est pas bonne dans ses études." Les étudiants de l'Université Capitale : "Votre femme obtient toujours la première place dans chaque examen. Si elle n'est pas bonne dans ses études, que sommes-nous ? Des débiles ?" Maître Neuvième : "Ma femme est extrêmement timide. Elle n'a pas rencontré beaucoup de grands pontes ou de figures marquantes." Le public : "S'il vous plaît, taisez-vous !" L'autorité de premier plan en médecine, les professeurs de sciences et les réalisateurs internationaux célèbres faisaient la queue devant votre maison, suppliants de la voir ! Oui, votre femme n'avait pas rencontré de grands pontes ou de figures marquantes auparavant parce qu'elle était la figure la plus marquante ici.

La veille de leur mariage, son fiancé s'est enfui avec sa maîtresse. Frustrée, elle attrape l'homme debout devant le bureau des affaires civiles, "Président Chadwick, votre mariée n'est pas arrivée et mon marié s'est enfui... Puis-je suggérer que nous nous marions ?" Avant le mariage, elle a dit: "Même si nous partageons le même lit, rien ne se passera entre nous !" Après le mariage, il a dit: "Si nous n'essayons pas, comment saurons-nous ?"

*Roman historique fantastique à déroulement lent* Elise s'apprêtait à enfiler la robe qui était posée sur le coin de son lit lorsqu'elle entendit frapper à sa porte. Curieuse, elle tourna la poignée et se retrouva face à un grand homme qui la dominait. « Maître Ian ! » s'exclama-t-elle. Ian sourit avec le sourire espiègle habituel qu'il affichait toujours. Ses yeux cramoisis balayèrent brièvement sa chambre et s'arrêtèrent sur la robe noire posée sur son lit, puis se déplacèrent sur la femme qui se tenait devant lui. Il fit un pas en avant et demanda. « Où as-tu trouvé cette robe ? » « Monsieur Harland me l'a offerte », répondit Elise en tendant le cou pour voir les sourcils de Ian se froncer avec élégance. « Sais-tu pourquoi un homme aime offrir une robe à une femme ? » Il lui posa l'énigme à laquelle elle devait toujours réfléchir à deux fois avant de répondre. Mais cette fois, elle ne trouva pas de réponse et se contenta de secouer la tête. « Je ne sais pas. » Son sourire devint ensorcelant, comme si quelque chose s'était remué au plus profond des yeux écarlates qu'il avait. Il glissa lentement sa main sur le col de sa robe, envoyant un frisson glacial qui la surprit un instant à cause de sa température glacée. Après avoir défait les deux premiers boutons de son col, il inclina la tête vers le bas, murmurant à son oreille. « Parce qu'ils veulent être celui qui déshabille l'étoffe. » Il marqua une pause et embrassa son cou, faisant rougir la peau pâle avant de se rétracter pour fixer son regard sur elle et répondit avec nonchalance. « Malheureusement, tu ne peux pas porter la robe là-bas avec ça. » Il rit et tendit une boîte dans sa main. « Et la bonne nouvelle, c'est que je t'ai préparé une robe. » Elise était une petite fille maudite qui pouvait voir les fantômes. Sa famille la détestait et la rejetait d'une famille adoptive à l'autre. Cependant, le malheur n'agissait pas seul. Lorsqu'elle fut élevée par sa tante, elle fut vendue comme esclave. Lorsqu'elle crut qu'elle ne deviendrait rien d'autre qu'un sacrifice pour le sorcier, elle fut sauvée par un homme dont l'identité était bien différente de celle d'un être mythique normal. *** Ce livre est ORIGINAL et il ne s'agit pas d'une traduction Rejoignez le discord de l'auteur : https://discord.gg/YPKueb4

"Sur le lit." Mon nouveau maître, l'Alpha de Drogomor, ordonna. Je marchais vers le lit, nue, honteuse et remplie de larmes. J'étais sur le point de perdre ma virginité, mais cela ne signifiait rien pour l'homme qui allait me la prendre. *** Je suis Rosalie, 20 ans, vendue au plus terrifiant des alphas par mon propre père. "Tu n'es rien pour moi, juste une reproductrice." dit-il cruellement. J'avais depuis longtemps compris que mon amour pour lui était désespéré et idiot. Cependant, j'étais naïve de penser que c'était la fin de l'histoire. Une fois le bébé né, je serai mise à mort. *** Les gens pensaient que j'étais morte, mais j'ai survécu. "C'est toi !" Il saisit ma main, et ses yeux étaient remplis d'émotions que je ne pouvais comprendre. "Reviens à moi, Rosalie." "Désolée." Je le regardai calmement, "mais je pense que vous vous êtes trompé de personne."

Rex was just another slave in the corporate machine, a faceless office worker under the shadow of one of the galaxy's powerful megacorps. His life was predictable and dull, an endless cycle of meaningless reports and fluorescent-lit monotony. That was, until that day.... When a new world was discovered on the outskirts of the galaxy, Rex, like countless other low-ranking employees, found himself dragged into a contract clause he’d barely skimmed years ago. The megacorp ordered him and his coworkers to pack their lives into a transport pod and leave for the unexplored planet. Their mission? Establish a colony. Mine resources. Make the company richer. There was no choice, refusing meant ruin. At first, everything seemed manageable. The days were grueling, the nights cold, but progress was steady. The colony was coming to life. Until the excavation team struck something. No one knew what it was at first, a buried hive, a forgotten ecosystem, or something ancient and dangerous. Whatever it was, it unleashed hell. Swarms of enormous, chittering creatures erupted from the ground, their jagged bodies blotting out the sky. The colony fell into chaos. Screams echoed through the air as the bugs tore through everything in their path, walls, machines, and people. Rex barely survived. Bloodied, broken, and pinned beneath the rubble, he should have died there. But in the pitch-black silence of his fading consciousness, a voice spoke to him. Cold. Mechanical. Otherworldly. "Do you wish to live?" When Rex woke, he was no longer the man he’d been. His body was no longer human flesh and bone but something far more alien. His skin shimmered with living metal, his mind infused with the power of Cleo, a mysterious AI from a long-extinct, robotic race known as the Kaelzars. Cleo’s presence pulsed through his thoughts, guiding him and transforming him. He wasn’t just alive. He was reborn. But survival came at a price. Rex was no longer a pawn of the megacorp; he was something more dangerous, something they couldn’t control. As Cleo’s intentions began to reveal themselves, Rex found himself standing on the precipice of war, not just with the bugs but with forces far greater than he could have imagined. This was the beginning of a journey through blood-soaked battlefields and treacherous alliances. Along the way, Rex would encounter allies, brilliant, flawed, and unpredictable, and enemies whose ambitions were as sharp as their blades. These weren’t disposable foes, easily crushed by an overpowered hero. They were cunning, relentless, and human in the most terrifying ways. But then again, in war, who can truly be called a villain? New chapters every day at: [2 A.M GMT+8 Time!]

“A surprise?” The Prince scoffed. “And if I had died out there? You would have let me die as a prince who never knew his daughter existed.” Her smile didn’t falter. “I’m grateful you didn’t. So, my surprise still worked. And more than that, I suppose I got a surprise too… about your new arranged marriage, Your Grace.” Her nails pressed into her palms through the crumpled fabric of the handkerchief. She wouldn’t let herself crumble. Not now. Not after everything. She vowed to hold her composure—as the lady of the castle, the Marchioness of Ravenswood. === Duty over Desire. That was the mindset Elara Damaryon had set for herself when she accepted the marriage offer from the Prince, who didn’t believe in love and lived in the shadows of Valloria Kingdom. Coming from a disgraced baron’s family, Elara dedicated herself to becoming a worthy wife and the respected lady of Ravenswood Castle for the past four years. She worked tirelessly to remain devoted to the Prince, even though they had shared only one passionate night before he left for a war that would last four long years. After the long, gruelling battle, the Prince’s return as a hero turned into agony for Elara when he was bound by Royal Decree to enter an alliance marriage with a warrior princess. Vain would be an understatement for the disdain she felt. She refused to shatter into the broken mirror of her former self. In a kingdom where fate is whispered through ancient spells and the Moon Goddess watches in silence, Elara, once certain the goddess had forsaken her, must uncover the blessing veiled beneath her suffering. What she once saw as duty has become an undeniable desire when the Prince shows the affection she never knew he could have. She must protect her legacy—not just as a mother, but as a woman who’s discovering more about her own power. As secrets unravel and the love she never dared to dream of ignites flames that should have never been lit, Elara must decide—will love be her salvation, or the ruin of everything she has fought for? === [WARNING MATURE CONTENT 18+] WebNovel Spirity Awards 2025 Entry

For a long time, Malin always felt that Fate had been quite generous to him. Although he had to face that life-threatening job every day, as long as he had the lovely Leopard Girl cooking delicious food for him daily, and as long as there was meat to eat and cats to stroke, life wasn't too unbearable. Working a bit harder and facing some difficulties on the job weren't really an issue for a man. Moreover, being able to live two lives meant one shouldn't have too high demands, right, Mr. Different-Kind? Having said that, and without waiting for an answer, the young man snapped his fingers, and the white flame on his fingertip lit the tobacco in his other hand, then he flicked it towards the non-human entity on the stake. Welcome to Abield, to witness the last splendor of the steampunk era. And the madness.

DISCLAIMER: THIS BOOK CONTAINS MATURE ********************************** “You summoned me. Explain why.” “I—uh—” she stammered, her brain fumbling for words as her hands clutched the edge of her blanket, gripping it like it was a shield. “I didn’t mean to? I mean, I did the ritual, but I thought it was fake! I wasn’t expecting… you.” His sharp brow arched, the faintest flicker of irritation crossing his face. “You tampered with powers beyond your understanding for amusement?” “Well, when you put it like that…” she muttered under her breath, the sarcasm slipping out before she could stop it. His eyes narrowed, and her skin prickled under the intensity of his gaze. “You mortals truly have no respect for divine law. Or common sense.” “I wasn’t trying to disrespect anything!” she shot back, the pitch of her voice rising with her nerves. “I was just… having a bad day. It was supposed to be harmless fun. How was I supposed to know it would actually work?” “You didn’t,” he replied coldly, the words slicing through her feeble excuses like a blade. “And yet here I am. Bound to your foolishness.” Aurelia opened her mouth to argue, but what could she even say? “Sorry for summoning you” didn’t exactly seem like an appropriate response. Instead, she snapped her jaw shut, her fingers twisting in the blanket as her mind scrambled for a solution she didn’t have. Hades began pacing the room like a caged predator, his dark cloak trailing behind him, “Do you have any idea what you’ve done? Summoning a god…. summoning me is a violation of cosmic balance.” “Okay, I get it,” she said, the words spilling out in a rush. “Huge mistake. I’m sorry. But I didn’t mean to meddle! I don’t even know how I did it!” He stopped mid-stride, turning his piercing gaze on her once more. “The ritual you performed is ancient. Forbidden. No mortal should even possess the knowledge.” “I found it in an old grimoire,” she blurted out, desperate to explain. “At some random antique shop. It wasn’t like I planned this! It was just sitting there in a dusty box labeled ‘Summoning the Underworld.’ I thought it was some kind of gimmick. A joke!” “A joke,” he repeated. “You tampered with powers older than your species… for a joke?” “Well, I wasn’t exactly expecting results,” she said defensively. “I lit some candles, said some words, spilled a little wine—and poof! Nothing happened. It was just—” “You spilled wine?” he interrupted, his eyes narrowing further. “Yes, wine! The instructions said blood, but I wasn’t about to start cutting myself for a prank. I figured it didn’t matter. How was I supposed to know it would actually work?” Hades let out a sound that could have been a laugh, though it was devoid of humor. “And yet, here I stand, summoned by a mortal who substituted sacrificial blood with wine.” ********************************** When Aurelia stumbles upon an ancient summoning ritual and performs it out of curiosity, she unknowingly binds herself to Hades, the brooding King of the Underworld. Marked by their connection, she’s thrust into a world of gods and immortals where she doesn’t belong and where her heart becomes her greatest weakness. As Aurelia navigates the pain of unrequited emotions and the perilous politics of the divine, she uncovers the truth behind the mark she bears a power that could tip the scales of fate itself. With gods, love, and destiny at war, Aurelia must decide whether to embrace the bond that has chained her to Hades or break free from a world that was never meant for her.

Rong Shengsheng était horriblement persécutée par ses sœurs jumelles et jetée dans les profondeurs insondables de l'océan, suspendue à un fil entre la vie et la mort. Cinq ans plus tard, elle faisait un retour triomphal avec son adorable enfant. Le jour, elle était une modeste et peu attirante femme de ménage dans la société. La nuit, elle était une danseuse séduisante qui bouleversait le monde, pour laquelle les jeunes hommes riches de Pékin gaspillaient leur fortune. Cependant, Rong Shengsheng s'était accidentellement mis à dos le froid et impitoyable—Li Hanxian. Une nuit profonde, Li Hanxian enfonça la porte avec une nuée de gardes du corps, la coinça contre le coin du lit, sa voix profonde et glacée, "Qui t'a donné la permission d'avoir secrètement mon enfant?" Rong Shengsheng était mal à l'aise, "Que veux-tu ?" L'homme esquissa un sourire, sortit une éblouissante bague en diamant, s'agenouilla sur un genou, "Évidemment, c'est pour me marier avec moi."

She sacrificed her life to save others but woke up to live again. Lit-An never counted on being reincarnated into the world of the Licnine, but after she catches the attention of a powerful being she becomes a pawn in a dangerous war. The 'Others' have invaded the world of the Licnine, enslaving and killing anyone who stands in the way of their total domination. It is up to Lit-An to stop them. But can this tiny girl be the savior of an entire world?

Khai Leafblood is no stranger to silence. Living on the outskirts of Solaran, he has learned to move unseen, to exist without being noticed. Yet the dreams refuse to let him be. A sky consumed by fire. A city reduced to ash. A faceless figure standing amidst the ruin, its voice like a whisper in his soul. He never believed in fate—until the day he crossed paths with a silver-haired boy with piercing blue eyes. A boy carrying a burden far greater than himself. A boy whose path is destined to change the world. Now, hunted by forces he cannot yet comprehend, Khai is drawn into a journey where myths breathe, shadows whisper, and truth is far more dangerous than the lies built to contain it. Some secrets are meant to stay buried. Some destinies are better left unfulfilled. But the fire has already been lit. And there is no turning back.

In the neon-lit streets of futuristic Neo-Tokyo, Rei Kuroda, a haunted bounty hunter, and Aiko Saito, a skilled hacker with ties to a powerful corporation, cross paths in a dangerous game of cat and mouse. Once lovers torn apart by a devastating war, they now find themselves on opposite sides of a conflict that threatens to unravel the city’s delicate balance of power. As they are forced to confront their past, their rekindled feelings complicate their missions, drawing them into a high-stakes battle against a rogue AI and the dark forces controlling Neo-Tokyo. With every encounter, the line between love and duty blurs, leading them to a final confrontation where they must decide whether to protect the world they once knew or to forge a new future together. Neon Sakura is a gripping tale of romance, action, and redemption, set in a world where technology and humanity collide.

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?

A story about a boy that wins a lottery and has to suffer the consequences and responsibilities of such luck. That is what happens when you win a planet.

The scene opens with a bloodied battlefield, littered with the lifeless bodies of demons and angels alike, both fallen and holy. The stench of death hangs heavy in the air, mingling with the acrid smoke of the scorched earth. The landscape is a wasteland, a testament to the brutality of the battle that had just unfolded.Not far from the carnage, hidden within the shadows of a cave, lay three figures. Two were gravely wounded, their bodies barely clinging to life. One was the archangel Michael, whose once radiant armor was now stained with blood, his wings torn and battered. The other was the fallen archangel Lucifer, his wings scorched and tattered, his face twisted in agony as he fought to stay conscious. The third figure, In stark contrast to the injured angels, stood tall and composed. His presence was almost ethereal, though his features were hidden in shadow, making him an enigmatic figure in the midst of the ruin. He gazed down at Lucifer, a look of sympathy in his eyes. “I’m sorry that you had to suffer this fate,” he murmured, his voice laced with regret. His eyes shifted to both archangels, and he sighed deeply. “I’ll make it right.” A brief pause followed, the words after “I’ll make it right” lost in a quiet murmur, as if the figure’s voice faltered, or the meaning was veiled in secrecy. The only words that were clear came at the end, filled with finality and determination. “Take this new life and…” Another break in his words, this time leaving a lingering silence. Suddenly, the scene faded, shifting from the cave of despair to a small, dimly lit room. A young man lay in bed, his body drenched in sweat, breathing heavily as though he had just run a marathon. His eyes flickered open, a look of panic written across his face. He bolted upright, the nightmare still fresh in his mind. “Shit, that same dream… when will it stop?” Lucian Cross muttered, rubbing his eyes as if to rid himself of the lingering remnants of the vision. Glancing at the alarm clock beside him, he saw the time—almost 7:30 AM. He groaned, realizing he was running late. With a sigh, he threw off the covers and reluctantly dragged himself out of bed. It was the last day of school, and though he had hoped for it to be a day of relief, it held no joy. It was the day of the awakening ceremony, a day that would determine his future and his job class, though Lucian’s expectations were low. School, in his mind, was nothing but a hellish place. A place where he was used and trampled on, his life a series of miserable days. But today—today was supposed to be different. It was his last day, and maybe, just maybe, the ceremony would bring something good. He didn’t dare dream too big, but a small hope flickered inside him. The vice principal called out, “Lucian Cross, come on stage.” Lucian gulped as the whispers of mocking and ridicule from his classmates and juniors filled the air. He could hear their gossip: “Why is he even here?” “Bet he’ll awaken nothing.” “He’s just wasting our time.” Tightening his fist, Lucian forced himself forward, his footsteps heavy with anxiety. Reaching the podium, he glanced at the imposing white crystal, its surface shimmering with an otherworldly glow. “Place your hand on the crystal,” the vice principal instructed. Lucian hesitated briefly before resting his hand against the cool surface of the crystal. The room fell silent, anticipation hanging thick in the air. Suddenly, the crystal erupted in a dazzling platinum light so bright it was blinding. Gasps echoed through the hall as a celestial-class phenomenon unfolded. The sound of heavenly trumpets filled the room, shaking the very ground beneath them. The heavens themselves seemed to part, and a radiant Roman cross-like gate opened in the sky above. From the portal descended two armies of celestial beings, one side composed of graceful angels, the other of fallen angels. The fallen angels were an intimidating sight. Dark knights clad ...

Sam Foster, the CEO of a multimillion-dollar fashion brand, has it all—money, fame, power, and influence. Yet, despite his success, he feels empty inside. A man every woman desires, he remains profoundly lonely. Frustrated by the emptiness of his life, he decides to take a break from his hectic world. On a whim, Sam boards an unknown bus, leading him to an unfamiliar town. As night falls, he wanders the quiet streets and stumbles upon a dimly lit library. Intrigued, he steps inside to find some solace in a book. While flipping through the pages, he discovers a letter hidden within. Captivated, Sam feels compelled to respond, and in doing so, begins an unexpected journey that could change his life forever. Join Sam in this tale of mystery, self-discovery, and romance, where one simple letter might hold the key to finding the love and meaning he’s been searching for.

Gu Shan had always been into girls. Being a lucky guy,he was handsome,rich, intelligent and most importantly had a girlfriend of his choice. His first misfortune in his life was finding his girlfriend in bed with another man. Out of anger he allowed himself to explore something else by getting involved sexually with Li Yunxi the same man his girlfriend had cheated with. What was supposed to be one time thing with no strings attached developed into something lasting and truthful when fate brought Gu Shan and Li Yunxi together . ----------------------------------------------------------------- "Yunxi...um,"Gu Shan moaned gasping for breath. "I prefer it when you call me Yunxi gege,"Li Yunxi spoke lowering his voice to a sexy timbre dragging the syllables sexily. "When did you become so bossy?"Gu Shan teased him. "Call me Yunxi gege,"Li Yunxi insisted in his sexy voice. "Okay as you wish. Yunxi gege,"Gu Shan said sexily,his cheeks flushed red with embarrassment but Li Yunxi could barely notice it in the dimly lit background. Gu Shan still couldn't believe he would submit to another man and be completely smitten with him.

Betrayed by his own comrades, Kael Zarion watched his closest friend, Lothar Holyreign, fall to a blade meant for enemies. Wounded and desperate, he fled deeper into the Tower of Calamity, sealing himself in a forgotten chamber where a crimson-lit relic awaited. “I'm sorry, Lothar… I failed you.” With regret in his heart and vengeance burning in his soul, Kael took his last breath. But death was not the end. Reborn as Licht Arthas, he awakens in a new life—one marked by an ancient god’s insignia and the power to defy fate itself. The gods rule this world, but Licht will carve his own path. Even if it means drowning the heavens in crimson.

One quiet night in Shanghai, Haoran found a strange cigarette on the wet pavement. Its edges were darkened, but it wasn’t burnt. A thin, silvery mist curled from it, almost like it was alive. Curious, he lit it and took a slow drag. The taste was bitter, metallic wrong. A sharp pain spread through his chest, like fire and ice fighting inside him. He coughed hard, but the smoke didn’t leave. Instead, it thickened, twisting into the air like living shadows. Then, from the swirling smoke, something took shape, a tall figure with glowing ember eyes and skin made of shifting ash. Its voice was deep and heavy, like burning coal. “You have awakened me,” it said. “Now, your fate is sealed.” Haoran’s hands shook, the cigarette still between his fingers. He thought he had just found an old cigarette. Instead, he had inhaled something far more dangerous.

In Neo-Pandora, 2247 time is a fragile commodity. The invention of the Temporal Engine granted humanity glimpses into the past and future—but at a catastrophic cost. Reality itself has begun to unravel, splintering into fractured timelines that bleed into the present. Amidst the neon-lit chaos of this dystopian metropolis, Detective Elias Voss, a disgraced chrono-physicist turned private investigator, survives by solving cases tied to temporal anomalies. Haunted by a failed experiment that scarred him with the ability to see time’s fractures, Elias walks the razor’s edge between the past’s ghosts and the future’s shadows.  When Dr. Lila Kane, a desperate Temporal Institute scientist, begs for his help, Elias is thrust into a conspiracy that threatens to erase Neo-Pandora from existence. A rogue experiment has unleashed a time rift fueled by the Fractured Hourglass, a mythical artifact rumored to hold dominion over time itself. As Elias and Lila race to stop the rift, they uncover a chilling truth: the Hourglass is merely a fragment of the Chrono Core, an ancient power capable of rewriting history—or erasing it entirely.  But the Core’s secrets are guarded by shadowy forces. From the neon-drenched underworld to the Institute’s ivory towers, Elias confronts rogue time travelers, paradox-born monsters, and his own fractured memories. Every step closer to the Chrono Core warps reality further, forcing Elias to question what—or who—is truly real. As the rift consumes the city, he must decide whether to repair time… or shatter it to save humanity Will Elias Voss outrun the ghosts of his past, or will time itself become his greatest enemy?  The Chrono Detective is a high-stakes journey through a collapsing world where every second counts—and every choice could doom reality itself. 

When 2035 particle physicist Adrian is blasted into 1418 Bohemia by his own experiment, he carries three things: a family heirloom pocket watch engraved "Time is Blood", a bone-deep gash on his arm, and modern knowledge that could get him burned as a heretic. In this age where rusted armor clanks alongside psalms, the Hussite Reformation smolders beneath the Church's shadow. Adrian soon discovers his watch not only freezes assassins mid-strike, but bears a six-century-old warning from a spectral knight—Those who reshape history become its ash. To survive, he claims lineage from Iron Cross nobility, only to be ensnared in Lady Alena's plot to reclaim her dynasty; he teaches peasants to forge gunpowder, accidentally fueling holy madness worse than war; when he uses penicillin to save his lover in childbirth, Europe erupts with whispers of "mechanical witchcraft defiling God's design". Now twin timelines unravel—2035 scientists claw to retrieve their "lost specimen" while 1430 Ottoman cannons breach the Danube. Catholic spies infiltrate parliament, radical reformers sharpen daggers, and new glyphs materialize inside the watch: Every life saved rewrites Armageddon. This is a death gamble between gears and gospels: Where steam chariots crush papal indulgences, Where cesarean births become heresy trials, Where the man who predicted history's bloodiest war... ...just lit the fuse.

Certainly! Below is a **synopsis** for your webnovel, *Shadows of the Forgotten*, along with a description of the **cover artwork** to help you visualize or commission an artist to create it. --- ### **Synopsis:** In a world where ancient powers lie buried beneath the shadows of modernity, Kael Arvid, a battle-hardened mercenary, is thrust into a war he never asked for. Marked by a mysterious symbol and haunted by visions of a silver-haired woman, Kael discovers he has been chosen as the champion of the Forgotten—a race of beings banished from the world millennia ago. As the Forgotten begin to awaken, so too does an ancient evil that threatens to plunge the world into eternal darkness. With the help of allies both old and new, Kael must race against time to recover the fragments of the Forgotten's power before they fall into the hands of the Obsidian Hand, a ruthless organization led by the merciless warlord Draven. From the neon-lit streets of Eldarion to the frozen wastelands of the north, Kael's journey will test his strength, his resolve, and his very humanity. But as the shadows grow darker and the lines between friend and foe blur, Kael must decide: will he fight to save the world, or will he succumb to the power that threatens to consume him?

In the city of Lumina, where ancient traditions whisper beneath neon-lit streets, Kai has spent his life as a blacksmith’s apprentice, forging blades for warriors he could never hope to match. He dreams of something more—something greater—but fate seems content to leave him behind in the forge’s warm glow. That is, until a chance encounter in a dark alley changes everything. A dying cultivator thrusts a mysterious amulet into Kai’s hands, uttering a single warning: They are coming. From that moment on, nothing is the same. Shadowy figures hunt him, his master harbors secrets he never imagined, and the amulet pulses with an energy Kai doesn’t understand. As he is drawn into a world of lost legacies, hidden cultivation arts, and celestial forces beyond his comprehension, Kai must make a choice—cling to the life he knows or embrace the spark of destiny flickering inside him. But power always comes at a cost. And as enemies close in and buried pasts resurface, Kai will soon learn that the weight of fate is far heavier than any sword he has ever forged. Will he rise, tempered by fire? Or will the unseen spark within him fade before it ever has the chance to ignite?

# superalpha # two-faced Ye Ningwan was set up by her family and forced to marry a blind old man. On their wedding night, she was forced into the bathroom by the man…Everyone knew that Zhan Hanjue was the God of Death in Jiang City. No woman wanted to get into a relationship with him. When Ye Ningwan was brought in, everyone waited to see her being carried out as a corpse. Who would have thought that three days later, Ye Ningwan would return to her natal family’s house bearing expensive gifts. When the Ye family members saw the gifts, their eyes lit up. Ye Ningwan smiled lightly. “You may only look at it. I still need to return it all later. The Ye family didn’t give me any dowry, after all. How could I accept the return gifts that the Zhan family gave me?” “Ye Ningwan, you’re so arrogant!” The Ye elders scolded her. “So what if she’s arrogant?” Zhan Hanjue stepped out, his handsome face as cold as ice, scaring everyone away. With Zhan Hanjue’s support, the Ye family’s third lady who was despised by her own relatives, merely raised her eyebrows. However…“You’re not blind?” Ye Ningwan thought of all the times she had changed her clothes in front of him, and her face burned! The next second, the man who had pretended to be blind had pulled her into his arms.“Shhh, be good. If you listen to me, I’ll even give you my life.”

She's a licensed teacher but jobless. He's a billionaire CEO in search of a replacement for his missing fiancée. After months of rejections and failed applications, Alina Reyes is on the brink of giving up on her dreams. But just when life seems hopeless, a chance encounter at an exclusive party changes everything. Riel Alcantara, a powerful and cold-hearted CEO, is looking for a wife-not for love, but for business. His fiancée has mysteriously vanished, leaving him in need of someone to fill her place. He offers Alina an unexpected deal: marry him, and she'll have a life beyond her wildest dreams. It's supposed to be simple. No strings. No emotions. Just a contract. But as Alina steps into Riel's glamorous world, she begins to see glimpses of the man behind the cold exterior. And while Riel tries to keep his heart guarded, Alina's warmth and sincerity start to break through his icy walls. Can a jobless teacher teach a billionaire how to love her? Or will their deal shatter when secrets and unexpected feelings come into play? --------------- This story will focus about fate, ambition, and the power of love to change even the most guarded hearts. GENRE: ROMCOM, CHICK LIT, CONTEMPORARY FICTION, DRAMA. DATE STARTED: 01/18/25 LANGUAGE: TAG-LISH