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Jack? This world knows a few Jacks. You might know Jack Dawson. Yeah, the beautiful Jack from Titanic. Jack Dawson, that guy had a sincere love for Rose, a free spirit, and a captivating presence—oh, and he was poor. Well, except for the captivating presence, that guy's clearly not me. Poor? Hell no, I've had everything since birth that you’d struggle for decades to get. A free spirit? No, I've lived by schedules and rules since I was five. Sincere love? No, I don’t think so; the love I have is obsession. Lady Daisy, a ballerina. The first time I saw her, she was a cute little girl running around in pink ballet shoes. Who knew she’d grow into such a captivating woman? Wavy ash-grey hair cascading down, shining green eyes, light skin, and a perfect body. After a long time, I saw her again. when she came to the hospital where I work with her coach; her leg was injured, badly. When I saw her as a kid, I admired her, she was so beautiful, with her bouncing ponytail, like a real-life Barbie. But now I understand, I’m not just admiring her; I’m addicted. Since she became my patient, I can’t stop thinking about her, searching for her, finding her. When she’s away, I’ll do anything to find her again, like a drug. Ahh… and would Jack Dawson die for Rose? We’re very different, huh? I’m not. I won’t die for her; in this vast world, only I deserve to be with her. I won't die until she ends up with someone else. Instead, I’ll kill for her, oh… I did. Because I’m the opposite of that Jack. I’m Jack Knight.

All I wanted was to submit to his dominance.I desired his warmth around my body; his breath brushed across my exposed skin, and his frigid lips kissed me softly. I had a crazy fantasy about my lecturer. Indeed, it was. He kissed me, and I kissed him back. I seduced him, and he burned me in his flame. But the only problem we had was that he was my mother's new boyfriend, and our love would destroy both of us. *** Isabella, a 19-year-old spoil brat of a billionaire’s mother. She is a perfect example of beauty, she has a striking figure, with long, cascading red hair. Ezekiel, a 25-year-old who has his own business, besides being the heir of a famous university, he does part time lecture there. His physical presence was just as imposing as his reputation. At 6'3" with a diamond-shaped face, broad shoulders, and a hot figure. "Isabella's relationship with Ezekiel is, Ezekiel dates Isabella's mother and he is also Isabella's professor but she falls in love with him." [You can find the full novel on Alphanovel app]

I’m a proud NEET who’s devoured every romance novel, manga, webtoon, and otome game out there. Just when I thought I’d conquered it all, a black bunny appeared in my dream. “Congrats! You’ve been chosen to help villains win across multiple worlds!” “Like a game?” “Uh . . . sure.” “Great, I’m in!” And just like that, I became an agent of the Villain System. Time to rewrite some happily-ever-afters—villain style. **[NOTE!]** This novel features multiple short arcs, each exploring different tropes such as ancient China, the modern world, beasts, werewolves, vampires, fantasy, school romance, idol groups—you name it! The twist? Each arc focuses on our MC making the villain (male) triumph over the male and female leads. The story is written primarily in 2nd and 3rd person POV for a dynamic and immersive experience. || Excerpt || [WARNING! MATURE Content Ahead!] “Then serve me . . . properly.” The command was both sensual and authoritative, and Xue Li’s pulse quickened under his intense gaze. The air between them grew heavy, her trembling hands faltering as she began to run the sponge across his chest, her touch featherlight against his scars. “Y-yes your majesty.” Xue Li’s hand trembled slightly as she dipped the towel into the warm, fragrant water, her breath catching as she squeezed it out over Han Feng’s shoulders. The water cascaded down his chiseled frame, tracing every ridge and contour of his muscles. She swallowed hard, focusing intently on her task, though her heart raced like a drum in her chest. She began at his shoulders, her touch gentle as the towel glided over his skin. His scars, a mix of old battles and untold stories, caught her attention, and she hesitated for a brief moment before continuing. The warmth of the water mixed with the heat radiating from his body, and the intimacy of the moment sent a shiver up her spine. Han Feng leaned back slightly, watching her through half-lidded eyes, his expression unreadable. “Slower,” he murmured, his voice a low rumble that made her pulse skip. Xue Li obeyed, her movements becoming more deliberate as she ran the sponge across his chest, down the defined lines of his abdomen. Each stroke felt unbearably sensual, her fingers brushing his skin as she worked. She tried to maintain her composure, but the proximity to him, the sheer physicality of his presence, made her feel as though the air had thickened. When she reached his arms, he extended one lazily, letting her clean him as though it were his divine right. Her hand moved carefully, trailing down his forearm to his wrist, her touch so soft it almost tickled. Han Feng’s silence was oppressive yet charged, the pressure of his gaze pinning her in place. As she lowered the sponge to his torso again, her hand faltered briefly near the sharp line of his hipbone. The water ran over his skin like liquid fire, and her breath hitched when she noticed the slight curve of his lips, a hint of satisfaction playing there. “You’re trembling,” he said, his voice velvet smooth, making her flinch. “I-It’s the steam, Your Majesty,” she stammered, though she knew it was a poor excuse. Han Feng chuckled softly, the sound deep and rich. “Hmm . . . Is that so? Then you have no problem cleaning my cock right?” Xue Li's eyes trembled, on the verge of tears, which seemed to please Han Feng. His smile grew wider as he urged her on. "Go on. You're going to serve me properly, aren't you?"

Jason, a modern man beset by a cascade of personal tragedies, finds his life in tatters after the political upheaval of a military junta in his country. Losing his job, home, and, most painfully, his family, he succumbs to despair. In a moment of profound grief, he attempts to end his life, only to be given a second chance by a mysterious force that transports him to a vastly different world. Jason awakens in the Pagan Empire during its twilight years, reincarnated as Prince Aung, a young royal in a kingdom teetering on the brink of collapse under the rule of its last tyrant king. With memories of his past life intact and a magical system that offers guidance and power, Jason must navigate through a labyrinth of ancient magic, political intrigue, and cultural conflictsWill he become the savior of the Pagan Empire that go down to the annals of history? Or will he be remembered as the tyrant who reshaped history with a blade? (Disclaimer: This is the work of fictional no character or story reflect and represent on the real historical figures and history.) I changed the title because it is too long.

Meili is a once-in-a-generation beauty raised in secrecy in the inner courtyards. To keep her safe from the palace concubine selections, her family conspires to make everyone, including her, believe that she's ugly. The secret's revealed when 3 peeping Tom’s get more than they bargained for spying on the 'ugly sister' bathing. The perverts are best friends, a young commander, the second prince, and an admired poet, and the 3 young men compete fiercely for her affections. As Meili emerges from 16 years in seclusion, her deeply rooted body dysmorphia has hilarious consequences as she misreads her interactions with men and proves to be a far more complex puzzle to woo than any of them are equipped for. A cdrama romcom where a young girl is a glittering prize trying her hardest not to be won. [#teen #lovequadrangle #historicalromance #romcom #chinesedrama #sweetromance] EXTRACT: Meili slipped out of her robe and sat on a ledge in the warm pool. Her long black hair cascaded down her back, tiny silver bells tinkled as she moved. It felt wonderful to be free of her chest binding. It was starting to get quite painful. She didn't dare stop wearing it in case it encouraged her already disconcertingly large breasts to keep expanding. It was onto this scene that the Commander, the Prince and the poet happened, as they soundlessly raised their heads above the peaked roofline. For a full minute not one of them moved or breathed. Her long hair covered her generous curves, allowing tantalising glimpses. She reached behind her neck to push back her hair. Commander Bai, realising what was about to happen, clamped each of his hands firmly over the eyes of the Prince and Tan Bowen. A fight broke out on the ridge-line as the men clawed and scratched in a panicked attempt to see what came next. Meili looked up in fright, just as the commander forcefully pushed his two friends, sliding them down the steep rooftop. For just a split second, the eyes of Commander Bai and Meili met.

'Am I hallucinating? Am I dying?' Marx thought. Perhaps he was seeing visions because he was feverish, and his head ached from the contusions he suffered during the crash. He blinked, but the vision was still there. He saw a beautiful woman fully naked on the edge of the other side of the spring. Her slightly wavy hair with the color of copper cascaded freely down her slim waist. She raised her arms and dived cleanly into the water. Marx waited, but after some time, she did not emerge. Marx chuckled. How could a woman be in a jungle in the middle of nowhere?" He heard a growl from behind him, and before he could react, a big tiger pounced on him. The last thing he remembered was seeing four canines closing in and hearing a loud female voice shouting, "Khalil, stop!" … Discover how Amaya, who grew up in the wild, coped with the pressure and challenges of returning to the civilized world. Accompany her on her journey to find love, acceptance, and recognition in the treacherous human world of betrayal and greed. *** The book cover is not mine. It is a photo of one of the most beautiful actresses in my country. *** Jan 2025. I finally had the chance to upload the characters' avatars. I hope you will love Amaya, Marx, and Ibrahim just as I loved bringing them to life.

"You can outrun many things, but fate will always find you, like your shadow in the light." . In the heart of Washington D.C., mafia heir Vaughn Volkov is on a mission that takes him far from the sun-soaked streets of California. The bustling city, with its imposing monuments and corridors of power, is a far cry from the palm-lined avenues of his home. Vaughn, however, is not one to be easily intimidated. His piercing blue eyes and commanding presence turn heads wherever he goes, a reminder that beneath his polished exterior lies a man accustomed to danger and control. Vaughn's path crosses with Eliza Monroe, a seemingly innocent college student whose gentle demeanor masks a resilience forged from her own turbulent past. Eliza, with her kind heart and determined spirit, is an enigma. She spends her days buried in books at the library, her nights working part-time to make ends meet. Her brown eyes, often hidden behind a cascade of dark curls, hold a depth that Vaughn finds both intriguing and unsettling. Their first encounter is anything but ordinary. Vaughn watches, intrigued by her fearlessness and the fire in her eyes. "You're not like the others," he remarks later, cornering her in the quiet corner of the library. His voice is a low, dangerous purr that sends shivers down Eliza's spine. "And you're not just the student here," she retorts, meeting his gaze with a mixture of curiosity and caution. "What do you want from me?" Vaughn's lips curve into a slow, dangerous smile. "Maybe I just want to get to know you." Despite her reservations, Eliza feels a strange pull towards Vaughn. His presence is intoxicating, a blend of danger and allure that she finds hard to resist. As they spend more time together, Eliza begins to see glimpses of the man beneath the mafia heir. Vaughn, too, finds himself drawn to Eliza in ways he never anticipated. Her kindness, her strength, and her unyielding spirit ignite something within him that he thought long buried. Yet, as their connection deepens, the shadows of their pasts loom ever larger. Vaughn's family business, shrouded in crime and violence, is never far from his mind. His enemies are ruthless, and his association with Eliza puts her squarely in their crosshairs. Eliza, too, harbors secrets. The dark forces that have shaped her life threaten to consume her, and Vaughn's world only amplifies those dangers. As their worlds collide, they must navigate a treacherous web of intrigue, passion, and forbidden desire. But with danger lurking around every corner, will their love survive, or will they be torn apart by the shadows of fate?

A being sat on a majestic throne, his black crystal hair cascading down his back like a waterfall of night. His golden crystal eyes gleamed in the dim light of the throne room, and his fine cheekbones seemed chiseled from the very marble of the walls. Asmodius tires of his immortal life, he seeks a way to break the curse. According to legend, only true love can set him free. Reincarnated as Joseph, a handsome and charismatic young man, he navigates the mortal world, searching for the love that will redeem him. But as he falls deeply in love with the beautiful and innocent Destiny, he must confront the darkness of his past and the secrets that threaten to tear them apart. Will their love be strong enough to overcome the forces of evil, or will Asmodius' destiny forever be bound to the underworld?"

What happens when a goddess falls in love with a shifter? Asara; the goddess of love, was punished by her father, the god of thunder. Her crime being falling in love with a mortal shifter Alpha. To pay for her sins she was reborn as Cassandra LeBlanc; a mortal Princess in the magical Kingdom of Speldaria. Her family and kingdom, except her middle sister, shunned her for she was born without any magical abilities and she had no recollections of her true identity. Her betrothed, the powerful mage commander of the Speldaria, was unbothered by her. He wished for someone strong. Cassandra’s life was toppled when she was gifted a warrior slave by the mighty Alpha of Dusartine. She was asked to take part in the Yearly Arena Event by collaborating with the warrior. Cassandra who hated ‘The Arena’ with her very breath. A place where blood flowed like wine and life was cheaper than the very air they breathed didn't understand her purpose in it. On top of that, the mysterious warrior affected her in unimaginable ways. His hypnotic gaze unsettled her. His rare essence overwhelmed her. His muscular bronzed body consumed her with sinful thoughts. Even the dreams of her past life plagued her. When ‘The Arena' began the hidden agendas and underlying truths came to light and Cassandra was played a hand of fate. She was left with no choice but to give in and choose a path. The question would be. How will Cassandra grapple once she learns of the curse placed on her? Will she be able to obtain her magical abilities and stand up to her father? Who will help her along the journey? ~Excerpt~ Then she felt him, all of him. All his ruggedness. The strength of his arm. The softness of his lips. The grip of his hand. The warmth of his breath. Every muscle in her body went taut at the implications of sleeping in a man’s arms. She had never slept in a male’s embrace before. Her whole skin tingled like tiny sparks dancing on the very parts that connected with him. The crevices of her brain had these memories which weren't hers. This touch somehow didn't seem foreign to her. She felt safe in his soothing embrace and didn't wish to push him away and yet she knew this was far from appropriate. Cassandra tried to wriggle out of his hold, his arms seemed to be built from iron for they wouldn't budge. The light garment she had worn had lifted from her milky thigh baring it as his bronzed muscular one was draped on it. And now she could sense something poking her back. Her eyes suddenly expanded from the realisation and Cassandra fully panicked. “Let go!” She voiced out, heavily. Siroos slowly lifted his leg and slackened his hold on her waist so she could shuffle away. He had awakened when she had stiffened for the first time but wished to behold what she would try. With eyes blown wide she stole a glance towards the man who had her wrapped in his embrace like a precious treasure, his treasure. His molten gold eyes had flickered open and there was this softness and want with which he stared at her. Those soft brown curls cascaded over his eyes as he forgot to blink, watching the timeless beauty that she was. Her one-of-a-kind fragrance was a torture to his senses. How he wished to grab her dainty ankle, pull her from it and have her sprawled underneath him. To kiss the very skin that oozed such scent which was driving him insane. Instead, he bent his arm and placed it under his cheek using it like a pillow to watch her with desire-filled eyes. The awkward lull between them prolonged as Cassandra cleared her throat. “Did you have to climb on me to sleep?” “It wasn't intentional but was certainly enticing and definitely won't be the last time.” His deeply hypnotic voice was even more alluring this early in the morning as it resonated all around her. The book cover is mine.

"Ugh, why can't I just die in peace?!" Sugiyama Jo had a morbid plan: to join his family in death as soon as he graduates from high school. And now on his second year, this scheme of his is coming closer into becoming a reality. To him, pointless things such as youth and romance are but mere distractions that could potentially deviate him from his death. Which is why he abides by a strict code to never get involved in anything that will expose him to "a rose-filled youth". But it seems that fate had other plans. Due to the meddling of his guidance counselor, Jo now finds himself cascaded into a series of events that forces him into his "romantic comedy youth era". With his plan at risk of failing, Jo desperately tries to escape the clutches of youth.

Trapped within the enchanting pages of her novel titled "Persona," Ellie's journey takes a surreal turn when she awakens in the body of the villainess, Eleanor Ashford. Determined to rewrite the novel's fate, Ellie steers away from the prescribed love story of Ava Sinclaire and Crown Prince Lucas. As Ellie navigates the difficulties of her new life, an unexpected marriage to the mysterious Grand Duke Cassius Caspian further complicates her existence. Beneath Cassius's perfect facade lies a turmoil mirroring Ellie's inner struggles, leading to a cascade of misunderstandings in their relationship. Yet, a cruel revelation surfaces... As truths unravel, Ellie and Cassius must confront the complexities of love, destiny, and the consequences of a tragic history that binds them. Will their newfound understanding strengthen the bonds of love, or will it untangle the delicate threads holding their relationship together? In the realm where fiction intertwines with reality, "Persona" paints a tale of love, sacrifice, and the transformative power found in second chances.

Centuries ago, a forbidden love between a warrior and an woman ignited a deadly conspiracy. Betrayed by those closest to them, their union was shattered as war erupted, sealing mythical creatures within stones beneath the earth. Before their DEATH, they left behind a prophecy—one that foretold the return of an avenger when the time was right. That time is now. As night falls, an Archaeologist stumbles upon a hidden cave, curiosity leads to mystery .In a fateful moment, her blood spills onto the seal, unknowingly awakening an ancient prophecy. " HIS EYES GLOWS MORE THAN THE RAGING SUN, DEMEANOUR BLAZING MORETHAN THE WARMTH OF SUN, LONG HAIRS LIKE A WAVE CASCADED DOWN HIS SHOULDER ,A BEAUTIFUL MAKRK ON HIS NECK AND WAIST SURROUNDED BY FENG SHUI JADED CHAIN LIKE SOMETHING HEAVENLY AND DEADLY HAS AWAKENED" But the past is relentless. And the one who was sealed... is awakening.

Under the cascading moonlight, a tearful boy made his wish at the spring.

In a world where vampires and werewolves lurk in the shadows, a forbidden lineage emerges, giving birth to David and Sophia Silver, the heirs to the thrones of both species. Unbeknownst to them, their parents have concealed their royal bloodline, fearing the consequences it could bring. Thus begins the extraordinary journey of the twins as they navigate the intricate tapestry of human existence, werewolf society, and vampire hierarchy in "Chronicles of Silver." David and Sophia Silver lead seemingly ordinary lives, unaware of their true heritage. They grow up as humans, shielded from the supernatural realm by their protective parents. However, as they approach adulthood, their dormant powers start to awaken, and with them comes a cascade of challenges that will test their strength, loyalty, and choices.

[Quick Transmigration: The Villain's Kiss System Activated!] In a family of superheroes, Lucienna Bravestone stands out as the one without any extraordinary abilities. But beneath her unassuming facade lies a determined heart yearning for the love and recognition of her superheroic kin. Her secret journey takes her on an unexpected path, from a chance meeting with a medicine mentor to becoming a hidden doctor, which boosts her confidence yet leaves her overshadowed and insecure. One day, she rescues a wounded cat and unwittingly triggers a cascade of events that will test her abilities and rewrite the dynamics of her life. Then, the unexpected loss of her first kiss to a stranger sets in motion a mind-bending transformation. A peculiar system emerges, offering her a unique power, the ability to traverse different times and eras. Yet, this gift comes at a hefty price. The mysterious system strikes a dark bargain, tasking Lucienna with an extraordinary mission, that is, to save the person who might bring about world-ending chaos and destruction. She must safeguard the heart of this potential villain, keeping it warm and full of happiness to prevent the descent into darkness. Will her heart be strong enough to endure the ultimate test, or will she be forever marked by her choices? "Meow..." "You're here..." "Meow..." "I like you too..."

[WARNING: MATURE CONTENT] "My Winky is Gone?!" Su Yan exclaimed inwardly, grappling with the reality of his changed body. He was no longer the person he once was. Now he had reincarnated into a different world and inhabited the body of a woman whose name was Su Mu. In the blink of an eye, Su Yang's world turned to darkness as a truck staggered towards him, bringing an abrupt end to his life. To Su Yang's surprise, instead of an eternal void, He awakened in an unfamiliar room. As Su Yang stumbled to his feet, He couldn't help but notice the silver strands cascading down his reflection in the mirror—a stark contrast to the familiarity of his former self. A sense of bewilderment filled the air as he took in the surroundings, realizing that this was not the world Su Yang once knew. It wasn't just the change in scenery that caught his attention; it was his huge breasts, beneath the surface of the pink nightgown with a v-neck lace trim highlighting the gap between those huge breasts. He hesitantly examined himself, and there, in the nether region, undeniable alterations had taken place. The silver-haired beauty—a statuesque figure adorned with a pair of full, graceful breasts—stared back at herself in the mirror. Questions flooded Su Mu's mind. "How did this happen?!" she was turned into a beautiful woman with a perfect figure that could make anyone fall for her. But 'he' who has become 'she' is facing a major problem, and that is she can't make herself like men over women. "But, will I?"

The world-famous hacker, Dexter, is a woman and she is the daughter of one of the most prominent families of aristocrats, going by the name Daisy Chen. Daisy has stayed away from her family, and juggled from one job to another in disguise or while cross-dressing as her alibi 'Dexter'. It never once got her into trouble, not until she chanced upon him. Ryle Harper, the CEO of Harper Societies, manages a multinational company on the surface but danger lurks beneath every façade he presents to the world. Daisy had decided to tread carefully around the man but trouble always comes uninvited. One night. One mistake. A stranger. An unprepared pregnancy. To keep her façade of being a man and not offend the devil, she did what was feasible… She disappeared without a trace. However, two years later, she finds herself facing him again only to realize that the man was, all along trying to track her down. By a twist of fate, she becomes his secretary again but this time, their deal comes with certain conditions and a time limit. But when destiny rolls its dice and Daisy has to assume the position of the head of her family, how would she escape Ryle's clutches again? Would she want to? Or would he let her? ... “Look at me,’’ his eyes darkened as he stepped towards her. With every step he took towards her, Daisy took a step back until her back hit the wall. The curtains swayed in the night wind, the glow of the pale moonlight illuminating the dark room where she could see the danger lurking in those hazel eyes. She averted her gaze. He pinched her chin and turned her face towards him, ‘’Dexter?” his fingers grazed up to her wig, ‘’Or shall I call you Daisy now? Daisy Chen?” he leaned closer to her, whispering next to her lips. Her lips parted but before she could utter a single word, her wig was tugged off. Her long dark hair came cascading down, answering all his unanswered questions. ''Tell me Daisy, or there are more ways I can make you speak,'' his hand reached inside her shirt, his long fingers grazed on the expanse of her delicate, bare skin, ''You believe me, right?" he whispered. She shivered, partly in pleasure and partly in denial of that pleasure that she felt.

In the year 2184, love is manufactured, families are artificial, and the natural human connection is a distant memory. Society thrives within the bounds of strict norms: virtual intimacy replaces the physical, and traditional relationships are viewed as relics of an ancient past. Toshi, a quiet but inquisitive student, and Aiko, an introspective young woman nursing a broken heart, find themselves out of sync with the world around them. A seemingly ordinary question ignites a cascade of discoveries: Why has humanity forgotten its past? As Toshi and Aiko delve deeper into forbidden history, they uncover a secret buried in the foundation of their society—one that reveals the truth about their world’s origins and its ultimate purpose. But their search for answers doesn’t go unnoticed. When an unseen entity intervenes, pulling the strings from the shadows, Toshi and Aiko are forced to confront terrifying possibilities. Is their reality what it seems, or are they part of an experiment far grander than they could have imagined? Every step forward brings them closer to a choice: risk everything to find the truth or surrender to the comfort of the lie. --Cover Art By: facebook.com/long.hand.3517

Rose was growing increasingly nervous with their silence. She was drawn toward Adam all of a sudden. Her breathing became audible to Rose, and the musky smell of Adam caused her brain to shut off. Rose lost control and surged on Adam, cornering him, but Adam became more conscious of Rose's actions as a result of her abrupt movement. Instead of pulling himself back, He drew closer, making their lips brushed each others. This small gesture made Rose more aware of this unknown feeling which was kept hidden for so long. The restrain which was solidified over the years was giving up. If it had only been physical intimacy, she would have been content, but hearing her heart race and her breath being taken away making her completely breathless seem like more than just a passing interest. The sensation of love seeping through her emotional gaps and consuming her in its desire, driving her to crave more despite her baffled state of mind, leading her to submit to this intoxication.The unimanginable pleasure this can give her kept her going for more and more. She closed the distance between their lips, taking his breath into her. Weighing in for the last time of the consequences, she moved an inch closer.  An old tale of love, retaliation, and lost hope. It is set in the present and has figures from mythology from antiquity. It follows the journey of a young woman who thinks she is the only person who survived an awful catastrophe. After her kingdom has been chastised by the heavens for the sins of their ancestors, she sets off on a quest to exact retribution. For a century now, she has been forced to overcome the curse set upon her and discover the answers to her pressing questions. Experiencing love, she is unable to express it since doing so might endanger the lives of those closest to her. To awaken the magic from within, she must utilize her father's soul pendant and unleash her soul abilities. Her journey is plagued with peril and obstacles on its own, but things get even harder when she spots her predator. He recognizes the power she carries inside herself and wants to exploit it to his advantage. Will she experience romantic love? Will he be able to utilize it to unlock her powers? Will she exact her retribution? Rosaline Louis Ainsworth, the legendary daughter of King Louis Ainsworth. She has a sharp mind and beautiful beauty as gifts. Her caramel-colored hair cascades down her back, and her eyes are emerald. Her skin is so smooth cotton may slide on it, and her lips are pink like roses. She is committed to getting her revenge and is incredibly determined. She has made it her mission to either destroy it completely in retaliation for the same reason or recover what was taken from her and have a second chance at love. For her, it's a "do or die" scenario because living for another century would not end the cycle. She desires to treat her people fairly because even God makes mistakes from time to time. Another survivor from the kingdom of Devana is Adam Smith Black. He is attractive and captivating. He exudes danger with his black, mesmerizing eyes and demeanor. He had ascended to the top of this world after living for a hundred years. His goal is to find the key that will allow him to unleash the greatest power that has yet to be seen. A magic so potent and pure that it has the power to rule the entire universe.

In a world overrun by dungeons and monsters, humanity's last defense lies in the hands of Awakeners, individuals gifted with extraordinary abilities. But not all abilities are created equal. Axel awakened Contract Bind, a unique E-rank ability so useless it seemed like a cruel joke. Unlike others who could form pacts with monsters and beasts, his ability could only bind a willing human. The catch? No one in their right mind would willingly surrender their freedom for a meager stat boost, especially to an E rank awakened like Axel. For years, Axel begged, bribed, and pleaded for someone, anyone, to accept his contract. But in a world driven by power and pride, no one was willing to kneel to an ability deemed useless. Even his girlfriend, the last shred of support in his life, abandoned him for a stronger Awakener. Broken, desperate, and with nothing left to lose, Axel made a choice that defied the system itself. "If no one else will, I'll do it myself.” Axel attempted the unthinkable: to contract himself. He knew it was impossible. The system’s rules forbade it. [Warning: Cannot contract self. Target must be a separate entity.] Unrelenting, he pressed on, defying the very foundations of the Awakener System. Then, something extraordinary happened. [Condition Met: Willing Subject Detected. Contracting Self...] [Contract Successful.] [An Anomaly Has Occurred. System Integrity at Risk. Reevaluating…] Pain unlike anything Axel had ever experienced tore through his body. The world blurred. And then, a cascade of notifications appeared, jagged and alien, unlike the polished menus of the Awakener System. [You have become your own summon.] [Status Changed: Human → Monster.] [Ability Rank Reevaluation in Progress...] [Unable to Determine Rank. Assigning Maximum Possible Rank…] [Ability: Contract Bind (SSS+)] Now, with the identity of both a human and a monster, with a power that transcends the known limits, Axel must navigate a world that fears and hunts what he has become. He must rise from the ashes of despair to challenge the very system that sought to suppress him.

"You are my salvation and an answer to my cursed eyes." ------ In a world of vampires, werewolves, and witches, a girl is born to be the bride of the vicious and bloodthirsty 300-year-old immortal Vampire Prince. The man who could never be enticed by any ethereal beauty till now suddenly has shown interest in a woman with a curse whom everyone abandoned. Alora Wilson, the eldest daughter of a high-noble human family, is born with the curse of an old powerful witch. It is the curse that burns the person into ashes if the person looks directly into her eyes. A curse that forces her to wear the blindfold since the moment she was born in this world. When the kids of her age enjoyed every small moment of their lives, she couldn't. No one loves to befriend her. Even her own father and siblings despise her. One day Magnus Lukeson, the Vampire Prince, enters her life– The man whom the entire kingdom is scared of. A man with only foes and no friends. A man who ventures his territory at night to take the fresh blood out of humans irrespective of the age or gender to quench his thirst. ~~~~~ The blindfold cascaded off Alora's eyes and her enchanted blue eyes met with Magnus' blood-red eyes. "You have enchanting eyes, Alora," Magnus pronounced. No one ever said that to her. But no one could look into her eyes either. Only Magnus was the exception. The reason was still unknown to her. "Shall we begin the night?" Magnus asked for her permission. "Will His Highness give me love?" Alora asked. She was desperate to be loved. The feeling she could never get from her family and only heard in the words. "And how am I supposed to provide love to you?" Magnus queried since he was curious to know her thoughts. "Holding hands, hugging each other, sleeping together, and sharing thoughts. Isn't that how you shower love?" Alora innocently asked. Magnus ended up smiling to hear her explanation of love. He leaned down and kissed her lips, causing her to shiver from that sudden feeling. "This is the way I shower love," Magnus pronounced, gazing into Alora's charming blue eyes. ~~~~~ This story has participated in WSA 2024. Your votes, comments and gifts will mean a lot to me. Follow me on Instagram: rayoflight_pcy

Paavna is your average Chennai girl: middle-class, top scorer in everything except English, and a part-time life coach for her two chaos-machine brothers. Her life is simple, predictable, and occasionally interrupted by bus conductors yelling, “Oru ticket thara ma!” But even in her sea of struggles, she holds on to one secret: a hopeless crush on her classmate Aadav since first standard. Why? No idea. It’s not like he handed her a crayon or something. It just...happened. Aadav, on the other hand, is living proof that money can’t buy happiness—or therapy. Abandoned by his parents for their shiny new families, he’s been stuck with an empty mansion, two nerdy besties, and a reputation for being too cool to care. Except, he does care—especially about a certain girl who refuses to crumble under the weight of life, unlike him. But his pride won’t let him admit he likes her, so he hides it the way all boys do: by pretending she doesn’t exist. When they finally get around to addressing the awkwardness between them, it becomes clear that their feelings have always been there—buried under layers of misunderstandings. Paavna: "You know, for someone who’s so smart, you’re really bad at this ‘love’ thing." Aadav: "And for someone who aces everything, you’re really bad at reading signals." Paavna: "Signals? What signals? I’m just waiting for you to say something sensible for once!"

In the desolate mountains of the Azure Peaks, nestled amidst a cacophony of howling winds and cascading waterfalls, resided the humble village of Qingyun. Here, amidst the rustic charm of thatched roofs and earthen paths, lived a young boy named Lin Xuan. Lin Xuan, however, was no ordinary villager. He was a weakling, a frail sapling amidst a forest of towering oaks. While other children his age were already grappling with rudimentary martial arts, Lin Xuan struggled to even lift a wooden training dummy. His peers, naturally, viewed him with disdain, their laughter echoing through the crisp mountain air. One day, while tending to his ailing mother, a peculiar glow emanated from an ancient, moss-covered jade pendant that had been passed down through his family for generations. The pendant, awakened by a surge of unseen energy, latched onto Lin Xuan's weak meridian, a jolt of warmth coursing through his veins. Thus began Lin Xuan's extraordinary journey. The pendant, a sentient artifact dubbed the "System of Ascension," bestowed upon him a unique path to power. It demanded relentless dedication, guiding him through a rigorous regime of physical training, medicinal cultivation, and the relentless pursuit of rare herbs and beasts.

For many years, the Carrians have lorded over Ciricos. However, their mighty legions have been stretched thin, as they have foes on multiple sides. Thus, they have hired the Maerkenien, warlike people that were far removed from mainland politics, isolated in an archipelago on the far west of the Great Ocean. They have made a grave mistake, however. They bankrupted themselves with lavish niceties, leaving none for their hired sellswords. They have appeased them with granting them land charters in the potential-full Isle, a backwater that Carrian pioneers have settled on for a century, though it is infested with the natives of the Isle, unwilling to accept civilization encroaching on their lands. However, the Maerkenien grow discontent, with no coin from the Carrians, the fuse of war have just been lit, and it is a matter of time before it goes off. (For the Royal Road staff that have rejected my submission of this story in their website, here is the link to my account in Royal Road: https://www.royalroad.com/profile/573444/fictions I hope you reconsider the rejection, as I will be updating this story on both here on WebNovel and Royal Road! :D)

[An Announcement from the Author: LLL will undergo major reformations! Expect a reboot of this confusing storyline sometime early January! Thank you for all of your support thus far.] Gods rule over the fundamental creations of life. Lords watch and rule over these Gods’ creations. Phos, the Lord of Light, found himself cornered by a sharpshooter in the dead of the night. This unlikely encounter led to destiny. — The marksman needed to kill a kind, beautiful man. From the photos, his target had crystalline orange eyes and glowing silver hair that cascaded down to the floor in waves. But, as with everything, the real man looked far more lucent and stunning. Like a soft light, like the first glimmer on the ocean’s surface as the Sun arose. Before he could raise his sniper’s rifle to extinguish this ray of light, however, the beautiful target pulled out a pistol and shot him straight in the abdomen. “I hope you don’t die. Good day.” With that, he swiftly turned and left, disappearing into the darkness, his long hair bouncing to his every crisp footstep. Leaving behind the confused marksman, who, dazed, clutched his new wound and slumped to the floor. Later on, the marksman managed to act stupid enough to gain his target’s trust. Showing his true colours, he toyed with a lock of his former victim’s hair, which was as silky and soft as he imagined. He held it to his lips, raised a corner of his black turtleneck to show the bulletwound on his abdomen, and whispered in a deep voice: “This wound, how will you repay it?” The original target, who shined like a dim candlelight under the rays of the moon, stretched up his bound arms to the hitman, brought a gentle hand to his skin, covered the wound… and with an unapologetic, professional business smile, he replied: “I’m sorry, are you really sure you have a scar there? How come I don’t see anything?” The marksman: … It’s because you’re covering it. The man he originally had to kill, who wore white silk pyjamas and a flame-like orange scarf every day and who looked like he could fall over with a slight push from the wind, was actually very resistant—and really, really pissed him off. Cover Art: nonsang_08 Upload Schedule: Every 3 days

Emilia was extraordinary, juggling two jobs to maintain her independence, cherishing her solitude above all. Damon Winston stood in stark contrast. As the chieftain of a formidable vampire lineage, his presence was as captivating as it was chilling. With hair as dark as the night and eyes that glowed crimson, he was a mesmerizing figure. Yet, within him coursed the blood of a born predator. Their paths crossed under a cascade of misfortunes, and Emily found herself ensnared by the enigmatic being who had taken her. As her heart unwittingly surrendered to the very creature she should fear, the question lingered: what fate would their entwined destinies bring?

In a reality where he doesn't belong, Ryan is thrust into an uncertain and fragmented world. Stranded and confused, he teams up with Evelyn, a determined woman on a mission to find someone crucial to her past. As they venture through the multiverse, Ryan faces a cascade of questions, struggling to piece together the truth. What is really happening? Are things as they seem, or is there something darker at play? With only fragments of knowledge about the multiverse, Ryan embarks on a perilous journey, uncovering truths that could shatter everything he knows.

Across the globe, time seemed to stop as the world dissolved into blinding cascades of light, shattering reality as they knew it. In an instant, their ordinary lives were torn away—ripped from comfort and thrust into chaos. No one was spared. Not the strong. Not the weak. Not even the children. Now stranded on the brutal world of Varon, survival is not a right but a desperate fight. Follow Wei Long as he battles through blood and fire, striving to rise above the carnage in a land where only the ruthless thrive. Hell has come, not to Earth—but to Varon.

The evening was thick with clouds, a somber sky casting its shadow over the world below. Rain fell in torrents, a relentless cascade that seemed to wash away the warmth of the day. Eyes, once bright, now appeared dry and vacant, reflecting a soul fragmented into countless pieces. Within Jin's mind, reality blurred with illusion, creating a landscape of uncertainty and doubt. To exist in a space where the impossible feels tangible, where every step seems to lead towards an inevitable end, yet knowing deep down that this end will not come. Life itself seems to watch and revel in this journey, for in this narrative, you are the afflicted, the one undergoing trials and tribulations. You are meant to travel this path with Jin, experiencing the highs and lows of his existence. At times, a sense of comfort may grace you, offering brief reprieves, but such moments are fleeting. The lessons of hardship will always return, for this world is vast and intricate, filled with grand schemes and hidden truths that are yet more profound than they appear. As you observe Jin from afar, take care to remain silent in your contemplation of his story. Any disturbance, any noise, might shatter the fragile peace he clings to, depriving him of rest. Consider this your cautionary note; the choice of how you proceed is yours alone. Embrace this understanding, for in the shadows of this narrative lies a journey both profound and perilous, waiting to unfold.

[Mature Content 18+] In the world of Alphas with power to control minds, hand out excruciating pain and even seduce you to your death such that you die with a smile on your face. Yin Zhu was born an Omega. A slave without any magic. In Bloodlock being an omega meant that you were no better than a rug under the feet of the alphas. In fact, even rug had much more importance than Yin Zhu who was born as an omega. Her life was destined to be spent under the dominance of the alphas of the Situ family. At least no one knew that she was an omega, as long as no one found out that she was an omega she was safe. But at the age of eighteen, she was dragged to the Situ mansion, because of a mistake and now she have to serve in the family of a Vampires but it was fine right? As long as she stayed away from them she will be all right. Wrong. She ended up attracting the attention of the three young masters even when she didn’t meant to, one by one their gazes locked on her, in a manner she did not mean to —— by disrespecting them. Proud and arrogant as they were they didn’t want to let her go so easily. Now she have to serve them and protect herself as well, for if these men found out that she was an omega it was either death or a life of imprisonment. ———————— “ Did you go somewhere?”spoke a voice in the dark room, causing Yin Zhu’s eyes to go wide with fear. She turned around the room when another voice called from behind, the cold breath of the man skimming over her shoulder, “ I think she was out in the garden, her skin is cold.” Nervously, Yin Zhu turned around but the man behind her was gone, she swallowed hard as she squinted her eyes trying to make the silhouettes of the men who were hiding in her room. “ W..What are you doing in my room?” “ What are we doing in her room, she asks,” chuckled a third voice causing goosebumps to break all over her skin. When the figure of the man sitting on the chair next to the tea table stood up and started walking towards her. As he started to walk towards her the rest moved and circled her like a prey, the handsome features of the men illuminated in the moonlight making them look even scarier than they do. “ We came to see our omega,” said number one as he tilted his head and smiled at her. “ What about you? Where are you coming from, hmm?” “ I ..I just went out on a walk,” she replied as quickly as possible but then she heard someone behind her chuckle and Yin Zhu could feel her doom coming close. She tried to side step the two men but then she was caught by number three, his arms tightening around her waist as she tried to escape the two man, a dangerous growl rumbling in his chest that reverberated on her back . The two men walked closer to her as the first one raised his hand and cupped her face while the other caught hold of her silvery lock that was cascading over her shoulder. One of them skimmed his hand over her jaw and neck before splaying his fingers over her chest. “ Your heart is thumping rather loud, did you go on a run?” Yin Zhu didn’t answer for she knew that the three men knew she was lying, they could see through her lies better than she could see through their games. The man behind her leaned forward and whispered against her ear, “ Were you trying to run away with him?” “ Maybe I should wring the neck of that human after all, hmm? What do you say, sugar?”chortled the third.