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She stripped herself before him, baring not just her body but whatever it was left of her dignity. "Isn't this what you wanted, like all the other Alphas?" She asked him, her voice trembling with pain and contempt. He stood frozen as he beheld the figure before him. And after a few minutes, picked up her robe and wrapped it gently around her. Then he walked away. An awkward cackle escaped her lips even as the burn of humiliation scorched its way down her throat. --- They say the Bloodmoon brings out the worst in beasts. For him, it made him Alpha. For me, it made me hunted. When I was chosen as a tribute to the Bloodmoon Hunt, I expected to finally have a mate. After being rejected five times by my previous ones. But what I didn't expect... was it to be him. Alpha Denzel: brutal, cold and cursed by the moon itself. Everyone fears him. They say he's unlovable and untamable. Because of his tyranny. But I’m not everyone. And I’ve got a beast of my own. That beast of an Alpha is mine to tame. Or destroy. Whichever comes first. *** Rejected. Unclaimed. Unwanted. Danika has spent her life cast aside by her pack, her father, and by fate itself. But when she’s chosen as a tribute for the Bloodmoon Hunt, her fate changes in the most brutal way. She was never supposed to matter. Now she’s the only one that does. The truth is bloodier than she ever imagined.

Looking at the survivors, their faces the picture of despair, surrounded by zombies at the foot of the towering walls, Tang Ye stretched his arms wide and shouted: "Welcome to paradise!"

Chayene is chosen as the bride of the mighty dragon, Veskiel, as a tribute offered in exchange for his protection over her homeland. Rumors of every bride before her vanished without a trace, never seen or heard from again, adding her fear. Upon arriving at the dragon's lair, she is met with a ruthless, enigmatic creature. And no sign of the women who came before her. Tension coils around her, yet Chayene refuses to cower. She confronts him, and gradually, she begins to unravel the mystery of his existence, the depth of his emotions, and the allure of his radiant human form. What began as fear transforms into something that she stands unwavering, ready to claim her place by his side, not as a sacrifice, but as his wife.

Echo sees death. Or maybe, death sees him. Trapped between delusion and reality, Echo searches for meaning in a world where time bleeds, crows whisper secrets, and his only anchor—Riven—might never have existed. As his mind fractures, one truth remains: Not everything that's real is true. And not everything that's true is real. Born into a strange family cursed—or blessed—with otherworldly gifts, Echo carries the cruelest one of all: the ability to see the life expectancy of every person around him, printed in bold, unchanging numbers above their heads. For him, life is a countdown. Death is a routine. Hope is a distant, dying star. But everything changes when he meets someone… different. A boy with no numbers. No countdown. Nothing at all. Riven doesn’t just defy Echo’s ability—he erases it. And that should be impossible. As ghostly phantoms draw closer and time itself begins to unravel, Echo must face the truth: Some people aren’t meant to be seen. Some are meant to be felt.

Miranda has always been the outcast—the illegitimate daughter, scorned by her family, and rejected by her pack. When her Alpha father sells her as a tribute to the ruthless Alpha Colton of the Raiden Pack, Miranda’s fate seems sealed. Cold, cruel, and feared by all, Colton is a wolf lord known for his dominance, not mercy. Trapped in his world, Miranda must decide: will she break under his control, or rise and be his Luna.

This book pays tribute to those who have experienced the bittersweet pain of unrequited love and have chosen selflessness in the name of another's happiness, celebrating the quiet courage it takes to love deeply without expectation. It honors the dreamers and romantics who find beauty in small details and the unspoken gestures of affection that often go unnoticed, yet carry profound meaning. Through a narrative enriched with themes of longing, sacrifice, and resilience, it acknowledges the silent bravery of individuals who embrace the exquisite agony of loving someone who cannot return their feelings. This story serves as a recognition of the strength of the human spirit and a heartfelt celebration of the silent acts of devotion that define true love, no matter the outcome.

While looking for a picture to be taken for his upcoming Photograpy cluub event, a teenage boy discovers an abandoned building while taking a short cut. Inside the building, a tree can be seen from a distance and in front of that tree is a small shrine and few lit candles. As he takes a picture using his old phone, all it took was a hollow entrance inside the tree with no shrines and candles to be seen. He took the courage to go inside and suddenly bright lights shine, 'a festival? but no one is even here?'

Betrayed by blood. Stolen from her homeland. Sold across the sea. Nyasha wa Kinywa, daughter of Chief Kinywa wa Kobia, once danced beneath the sacred mountain as the pride of her people. But her stepmother’s jealousy delivers her into the hands of slavers, tearing her from the land she loves. A mighty storm shatters the ship meant to carry her to chains. Nyasha survives — only to be swept into the heart of a foreign empire. There, in the Dragon Emperor’s palace, she is offered as tribute to the imperial harem. But Nyasha is no ordinary concubine. She refuses to beg for favor. She refuses to break under the weight of schemes and cruelty. She speaks of her home — of warriors, chiefs, and the power of Kiini Kiro — and with every word, she draws the emperor’s heart closer. When jealous consorts accuse her of witchery, Nyasha is cast into the cold palace. Forgotten. Despised. Until the truth emerges: she carries the emperor’s heir — a child long thought impossible.

A picture of you Sometimes, a single moment is all it takes to change everything. When Jace photographs Amy, he doesn’t just capture an image, he captures a spark of something beautiful and unexpected. Their friendship blossoms into a connection full of laughter, kindness, and quiet joy, even as life throws its challenges their way. Though their journey includes moments of loss and heartache, Amy’s story remains a beacon of hope, reminding everyone that the brightest light often shines through the smallest moments. Together, they show how love and memory can brighten even the darkest days, inspiring others to find beauty and courage in their own lives.

This is an interesting science fiction of a boy named Ren Liaria (15 yr old) which also involves the female lead Maayuri Sazae... Who is a high school girl (18 yrs old). The story has less comedy but has 90% Suspense, mystery, thrill, horror, action, adventure, brutality, gore and when I say ACTION, it doesn't mean just action...This story uses sci-fi and these general perspectives to show the reality, philosophy, and my thoughts. (Note: The narration written in between the scenes and dialogues are just in the preview and just for you to know that you should imagine all the scenes in your mind, that would make your experience even better.) THIS IS JUST A PREVIEW FOR YOU TO BUILD YOUR INTEREST, IF YOU LIKE IT, CONTACT ME DIRECTLY ON - +91 9352272866. THE LANGUAGE AND SOME SCENES ARE SHOWN MORE BROADLY AND DEEPLY IN THE ORIGINAL PROPERLY PUBLISHED AND PRINTED NOVEL.

Five strangers. One divine summoning. Zero clue what's going on. Cael just wanted to survive another normal, totally safe day on Earth—but instead, he wakes up in a glowing church with four equally confused people, each clutching a mystical weapon they didn’t ask for. Now stuck in the dangerously magical world of Overmorrowland, the group is told they must defeat the Demon Lord to return home. Classic isekai stuff, right? Together, this awkward team of accidental heroes must navigate gods with cryptic motives, quests with fine print, and their own spiraling sanity. Armed with divine weapons, questionable attitudes, and no sense of direction, they might just save the world—if they don’t strangle each other first. A parody-packed, chaos-fueled isekai adventure for fans of sarcasm, broken tropes, and divine misunderstandings.

"A game where death is as simple as breathing in air, where blood is like water, psychopaths are normal people, hosted by the 'gods' isn't this gonna be fun!? Hehe, welcome to the game of the gods where luck is part of strength!!!" On this day, after the originator of the voice spoke, humanity.... would never be the same. ****** The cover will change as the story progresses. If you have any cover pictures too, feel free to share! In case this is your image and you dont want me to use it, just comment it down.

*I don't know who the guy in the picture is supposed to be, it is not owned by me. i was serching for some picture to refrence a novel, and i loved this so i took it. i saw some comments referring as Chamber so I'll use that as his name.*

An teenager gets run over by truck-kun and then gets isekaied to an Magical world. the cover picture does not belong to me nor does the original story the only thing i own is the OC protagonist.

Sure! Here's a clear and professional synopsis that clarifies you don’t own Zacian, while also highlighting your original characters: --- Synopsis This is a fan-made novel inspired by the Pokémon universe. The story features the legendary Pokémon Zacian, who plays a key role in the plot. Please note: I do not own Zacian or any other elements from the official Pokémon franchise. All rights to Zacian and related content belong to Nintendo, Game Freak, and The Pokémon Company. However, all original characters, settings, and plotlines not found in the official Pokémon canon are my own creations. This work is a creative tribute meant for entertainment purposes only and is not intended for commercial use. --- Would you like me to tailor it further depending on your story’s tone or audience (e.g., more dramatic, formal, or light-hearted)?

Godzilla, Kong, Ghidorah. To any familiar with the monster verse, these three names give a sense of fear and awe, of behemoths vying for a throne. But what if there was a fourth contender from the hollow earth? One that spews a toxin deadlier than any before it and glides through out the skies. A bombradier beetle like none have seen before. * The monster verse belongs to Legendary Entertainment and Warner Bros. Pictures, only the Beetle is an original creation

Issei Hyoudou? Foster Hyoudou got reincarnated and is now Sibling of our boy.. Oops I mean our girl Issei Hyoudou, don't know what What that little Goddess was thinking. Now Foster is facing different plots, events, enemies and powers as well. Everything is different, now Foster has to face different factions in order to survive this world. There might be some R-18 moments in the story. And I am not the owner of the pictures that will be used in the story

What if the emails weren’t just spam? What if, buried in that strange message from a foreign prince or a suspicious business opportunity, there was something else, something real? Reed never thought twice before deleting those messages. Who would? But bad luck clings like static, and desperation makes strange things seem… reasonable. One email. One reply. One mistake that doesn’t feel like a mistake, until it’s too late. Set in a world where scams have teeth and fantasy comes with fine print, The Bliss of Ignorance is a satirical descent into a truth no one asked for. It's about falling into the cracks between what’s real and what we’re willing to believe. Because sometimes, ignorance isn’t just bliss—it’s the safest option.

A person gets transmigrated to ancient china as the current crown prince with a world conquest system which gives him some abilities which he uses for more than just world conquest. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ this is a novel focused on smut which i have never written so i want to try it. I am a total amateur in this area so some critique would be helpful. Contains: hypnosis/mind control, Yandere( A lot but will like be more the submissive type). a little netori but NO NTR and will also contain underage sex till even 12 or something like that so if that disgusts you pls don't read this. Also Incest also if there are some pictures they are from pintrest and if their respective creator doesn't want them here il put them away ------------------------------------------------------------------------- I just wanna say i respect woman and people and that this is just a novel with no disrespect to women

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In a land where cultivators dictate truth, and progress is chained by tradition, a single invention sparks quiet rebellion. A Xianxia translator accidentally stumbles upon a spell resulting in his death; now, Richard Pepys, a young boy raised by weak cultivators in the countryside has already begun to change the world with his first invention: a printing press.

Story of girl who was struggling with everyday life she moves to a new country with the help of a scholarship. She just fell for someone who was beyond her expectation. She never knew what he felt. "I was falling for him in a way i never wanted to but was he mine ever!" "She was his only salvation—if he ever fell into the abyss, she would be his escape. If he were to die, he would rise again, only for her." The pictures used are taken from pinterest so credit goes to respective owners

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In a land where mountains hum with ancient qi and rivers carve the bones of forgotten masters, a boy named Kang Haejin watched his village burn. Born into the lowly farming clan of Soryeon, Haejin was no prodigy. His father, a failed disciple of the Way of the White Crane, spoke often of martial virtue but lived in quiet shame. When bandits from the Shadow Serpent Sect razed their village for refusing to pay tribute, Haejin’s mother was slain shielding him behind a rice bin. His father, too weak to protect them, died cursing the heavens. Haejin fled into the wilderness with nothing but a rusted dagger and a vow: “I will become strong enough to kill every last one of them.” Thus began the journey of a boy who would one day be known as the “Willow Sage,” the founder of the Order of the Clear Mind , an organization that ended the endless wars of the murim world—not through conquest, but through understanding.

Romantic Suspense | Dark Romance | Slow-Burn He swore to protect her. But he’s hiding the biggest danger of all… himself. Ava is being hunted. The stalker leaves no prints, no traces—just chilling notes and the constant feeling of eyes on her back. When the police fail her, her last hope is a private bodyguard shrouded in secrets. He has no name. No past. Just cold eyes, a sharper temper, and rules that Ava is forbidden to break. But the mansion meant to keep her safe feels more like a prison. And her so-called protector? He's hiding something darker than the man chasing her. The deeper Ava digs, the more tangled their fates become. Because falling for your bodyguard is dangerous... But trusting him could be deadly.

They called it an honor. I knew it was a death sentence. Every year, the Xyioms demand a tribute. One human. Bound. Branded. Broken. But I didn’t wait to be chosen. I volunteered. Disguised in stolen armor, hidden behind a name that isn’t mine. Why? Because I’m done running. Because I’ve seen what they do to the weak. Because if I was going to fall, I’d fall on my own terms. But the beast king—Khael—doesn’t want another servant. He wants control. He wants devotion. And somehow, he wants *me*. He doesn’t know what I am. Yet. And if he ever finds out… Will he kill me? Or crown me?

1st book of the Myths Series. Sakura has lived for a very long time. Each day has been the same routine. Every day, she stays in hiding. Saving the world from itself without anybody knowing. Thinking life would never change, she never expected to come across her mate. When you find the person who is supposed to love you like you're their life, you're supposed to be happy. But how can she be happy knowing she can't tell him who she is or what she is. You can't build a castle on sand, and you can't build a relationship based on lies. Both are bound to crumble. DISCLAIMER!!! NONE OF THE PICTURES OR SONGS ARE MINE! FULL CREDIT TO THE CREATORS! book cover source - Wallpaper Cave

I, Riko Grimes, thought it was a phishing scam. Turns out it was a real contract—with Hell. Real Hell. Now I’m the intern to the CEO of Infernal Holdings, and every time I accept a task, I get stronger. Burn a rival company? I get pyrokinesis. Host a demon networking mixer? Reality warping. Fetch coffee? I can pause time—but only for five seconds per bean. There’s just one catch: the fine print always screws with me. Now I’m juggling deadly contracts, demonic HR policies, angelic spies, and a harem of overpowered, unpredictable women who all want something from me... and sometimes each other. They say no one climbs the infernal ranks without losing something. I plan to break the system before it breaks me. Demons want to own me. Angels want to erase me. ... I didn’t mean to break the supernatural world. But I might as well finish the job.