Dove Cameron Xxx

Delia's life was a cruel reality: the neglected and abused illegitimate daughter of a noble family, the Ellington family, she yearned for the love of her stepmother, Baroness Augusta, and younger sister, Lady Anne, who relentlessly mistreated her. Her world crumbled when she discovered a double betrayal: her beloved husband, Lord George had secretly pined for Anne, marrying Delia only to be near her sister. Simultaneously, her step mother framed her for a crime Anne committed. Overwhelmed and heartbroken, Delia's attempt to escape a death sentence led to a fatal carriage accident. But death was not the end. Delia awoke one year in the past, finding herself still engaged to George. This was her second chance, and the naive girl was gone, replaced by a woman consumed by a burning desire for revenge. Her first target: Duke Eric Carson, the powerful and wealthy man her sister Anne desperately pursued. Delia boldly approached Eric with a proposition for a contract marriage. To her surprise, Eric agreed, but with a condition: their fake marriage would become real and they can go their separate way after a year, hiding his own secret agenda. Now, armed with Eric's unexpected devotion and his willingness to lay down his life for her, Delia meticulously begins to dismantle her family's world. With Eric's help, she exposes the secrets they hide, manipulates their desires, and turns them against each other, orchestrating George’s demotion, Anne's downfall and seizing everything her sister coveted, including Duke Eric love and obsession. What happens when Eric doesn’t want their contract marriage to end? ——————— EXCPRET “I can’t return your feelings, your grace,” Delia whispered, her back against the cool wall. “But I can,” Eric murmured, stepping closer. Delia’s voice trembled. “It’s not the same.” She choked out. “ No one can love me.” “Then teach me,” he said, his breath warm on her cheek. “Then teach me how to love you the way you deserve to be loved. I’m a quick study.” When she stayed silent, he sighed contentedly, a soft smile playing on his lips. “It’s alright. Just… use me. Anything you need. if you want money, ask the treasury, take as much money that’s needed. if you want power, use my name. if you want security and love, use my body.” His breath warmed her skin, his chest rose and fell with hers. "As long as it's from you, I'm happy."

[Ding!] [Cashback System Activation Requirement Met!] [System Binding In Progress...!] [System Successfully Linked!] [Spent $1,000. 10x Critical Hit. Earned $10,000. The money has been transferred to account XXX-XXX-XXX] [Spent at least $1,000 on a beautiful lady. Received 1 lottery ticket. Do you want to use it?] [YES][NO] Kyle was a man that has never had any luck in life and he was on the verge of ending it all after being fired from his minimum wage job due to a customer's complaint which turned out to be a lie but due to the customer being an attractive lady, no one believed Kyle. To make matters worse, he had to pay for the damages that was caused by the customer. Beautiful people, they had it easy, didn't they? This was his last step and he knew that he wouldn't see tomorrow as he searched for a river to throw himself in. He thought his mind finally broke as there was no explanation for the Cyan Screen that popped up as he clicked the [YES] button. [You have drawn Charm!] [Charm: There is nothing the user can't charm his way out of or into! The universe has blessed you with charisma!] "Hahaha! I must have lost my marbles..." Kyle muttered to himself but his phone soon rang out to show that he had a notification. And to his surprise, he saw $10,000 sitting in his account and his jaw dropped. "THIS IS FOR REAL!!!"

WARNING: DARK ROMANCE! He is the Devil who craves revenge against her entire bloodline. He's power-hungry, ruthless and untouchable. She is the Dove who is accidentally rescued by him. **** Anna Steele was never meant to exist. Stolen at birth by her father's mistress, and raised as the ‘illegitimate’ daughter of the powerful Steele family. She was treated as nothing more than a slave. Abused, neglected, and overlooked. Her life took an even darker turn when she was chased off a cliff into the river by her half-sister. To them, she was gone, erased from the family's perfect picture. Except Anna didn't die. She was rescued by a stranger. But her savior was no hero, he was her captor. Soon Anna learned that her family had already auctioned off a keepsake that belonged to her and wiped her existence clean. Vengeful, and desperate to reclaim what was hers, she struck a deal with the mysterious cold man who pulled her back from the brink of death. Little did she know, she was walking straight into a nightmare. **** Ten years. That was how long Alexander Vaughn had plotted his revenge against the Steele family. His hatred burned so deep with a merciless rage. He had no intention of showing mercy to anyone who ruined his life and made him miserable. He would destroy them all! That was until the daughter of the man he despised the most stumbled into his grasp. He thought she was heaven-sent. He would use her, then destroy her along with her family. Six months. That was all he needed from her, and the white-haired dove didn't resist.

STATUS : COMPLETED [WARNING: HEAVY MATURE CONTENTS AND SLOW BURN] Suzy, a 21st century real estate agent woman, finds herself inexplicably transported to a ruthless noble family in a bygone era. Thrust into the role of the ostracized Cassandra, Suzy grapples with navigating courtly intrigue and a loveless arranged marriage to a cold, by the book, calculating Duke, Ryan. As a mysterious figure surfaces, threatening the kingdom, Ryan is tasked on investigating the happenings around. Suzy uncovers a web of secrets that challenge everything she thought she knew about Cassandra. Can they solve the historical puzzle while facing their growing feelings for each other (the Duke who is already becoming head over heels for her) in a world determined to keep them apart? Dive into this captivating slow-burn romance woven with historical intrigue and suspenseful mystery. [SPOILER: He fell first, fell harder, fell madder and she fell later.] You can also read my other works: • 100 Days To Kill The Prince • Reborn: The Duke’s Obsession

{ WARNING: Rated 18+ and intense slow burn} Her entire life has been a silent war against the royal family who framed her father for treason and brutally murdered her Family when she was a child. Years later, the same royal family killed the closest living person in her life leaving her to the fate of the streets at such a young age. Known as the Raven, Viviana is the deadliest assassin in the Abyss guild, a reputation earned through years of training, skill and an unyielding thirst for revenge. When a new contract arrives—to assassinate Dominic, the crown prince of Eldoria within a hundred days—Viviana sees a twisted gift. This prince, she soon discovers, is betrothed to her own Princess, Lilliana, and belongs to the very kingdom she swore to destroy. Arriving at the luxurious palace, Viviana feels a grim satisfaction; this is her chance to finally complete her vendetta, even if it costs her everything. But the royal halls hum with far more than just her target. Secrets, betrayals, and whispers of darker plots cling to every shadow. Viviana quickly learns that the prince isn't just a mark; he's a man burdened by his own dangerous truths, and unsettlingly, he seems to be aware of her presence, perhaps even anticipating her next move, making her job seem difficult. As their paths cross repeatedly, an unforeseen and forbidden love begins to spark between these enemies , an assassin and her target. This dangerous connection threatens to unravel her carefully constructed revenge, forcing Viviana to confront whether her mission is truly worth sacrificing a bond that could offer a future she never imagined. Will her deep-seated desire for revenge prevail, or will the complexities, secrets and truths of the palace and a burgeoning, impossible love redefine her destiny and that of the one she loves? What happens when the prince begins to protect the assassin sent to kill him? Trope: Enemies - to - Bloodshed - forbidden lovers You can read my other books • My Bratty Wife • Reborn: The Duke’s Obsession

[Ding!] [Cashback-System-Aktivierungsanforderung erfüllt!] [Systembindung wird durchgeführt...!] [System erfolgreich verknüpft!] [1.000 $ ausgegeben. 10x Kritischer Treffer. 10.000 $ verdient. Das Geld wurde auf Konto XXX-XXX-XXX überwiesen] [Mindestens 1.000 $ für eine schöne Dame ausgegeben. 1 Lotterielos erhalten. Möchten Sie es verwenden?] [JA][NEIN] Kyle war ein Mann, der im Leben nie Glück hatte, und er stand kurz davor, allem ein Ende zu setzen, nachdem er aufgrund der Beschwerde eines Kunden von seinem Mindestlohnjob entlassen wurde. Die Beschwerde stellte sich als Lüge heraus, aber da der Kunde eine attraktive Dame war, glaubte niemand Kyle. Um die Sache noch schlimmer zu machen, musste er für die Schäden aufkommen, die der Kunde verursacht hatte. Schöne Menschen, sie hatten es leicht, nicht wahr? Dies war sein letzter Schritt und er wusste, dass er den morgigen Tag nicht mehr erleben würde, als er nach einem Fluss suchte, in den er sich stürzen konnte. Er dachte, sein Verstand wäre endlich gebrochen, da es keine Erklärung für den Cyanfarbenen Bildschirm gab, der auftauchte, als er auf die Schaltfläche [JA] klickte. [Sie haben Charme gezogen!] [Charme: Es gibt nichts, aus dem oder in das der Benutzer sich nicht herauscharmen kann! Das Universum hat dich mit Charisma gesegnet!] "Hahaha! Ich muss verrückt geworden sein..." murmelte Kyle vor sich hin, aber sein Handy klingelte bald, um zu zeigen, dass er eine Benachrichtigung hatte. Und zu seiner Überraschung sah er 10.000 $ auf seinem Konto und sein Kiefer klappte herunter. "DAS IST ECHT!!!"

[¡Ding!] [¡Requisito de Activación del Sistema de Reembolso Cumplido!] [Vinculación del Sistema en Progreso...!] [¡Sistema Vinculado con Éxito!] [Gastó $1,000. Golpe crítico de 10x. Ganó $10,000. El dinero ha sido transferido a la cuenta XXX-XXX-XXX] [Gastó al menos $1,000 en una hermosa dama. Recibió 1 boleto de lotería. ¿Desea utilizarlo?] [SÍ][NO] Kyle era un hombre que nunca había tenido suerte en la vida y estaba a punto de acabar con todo después de ser despedido de su trabajo de salario mínimo debido a la queja de un cliente que resultó ser una mentira, pero debido a que el cliente era una dama atractiva, nadie le creyó a Kyle. Para empeorar las cosas, tuvo que pagar por los daños causados por el cliente. Las personas hermosas, lo tenían fácil, ¿no? Este era su último paso y sabía que no vería el mañana mientras buscaba un río para lanzarse. Pensó que su mente finalmente se había roto ya que no había explicación para la Pantalla Cyan que apareció cuando hizo clic en el botón [SÍ]. [¡Has obtenido Encanto!] [Encanto: ¡No hay nada de lo que el usuario no pueda salir o entrar con su encanto! ¡El universo te ha bendecido con carisma!] "¡Jajaja! Debo haber perdido la cabeza..." murmuró Kyle para sí mismo, pero pronto su teléfono sonó para mostrar que tenía una notificación. Y para su sorpresa, vio $10,000 en su cuenta y su mandíbula cayó. "¡¡¡ESTO ES REAL!!!"

When Tyler Foster lost his parents in a tragic accident, he was left to care for his younger brother, Leo, alongside their tough but loving grandma. Escaping reality, Tyler dove deep into anime, superhero lore, and over-the-top fantasy—embracing his inner chuunibyou, convinced that destiny had something epic in store for him. Then it actually happened. A mysterious system called OmniScript awakened within him, granting him godlike powers: the ability to create monsters, bestow powers, rewrite reality, and shift roles between hero, villain, or whatever persona he desired. At first, Tyler believes this godlike power is a sign—a warning of an impending calamity he was chosen to stop. So he trains, waits, watches... but nothing happens. Years pass. No apocalypse. No final boss. Just... life. By the time he turns 20, Tyler is no longer the wide-eyed dreamer he once was. The weight of endless power and no purpose crushes him. What’s the point of having unlimited power if there’s no ultimate battle to fight? That's why he decided, If no ultimate battle comes to him, he’ll make one himself. So Tyler makes a bold decision: he will fake his own death and use the OmniScript System to create both a world-saving hero and a world-ending villain. He will be the puppeteer, the writer, the god behind the curtain—watching the story unfold as both creator and spectator.

(Matured Content-No rape) “She was promised to a prince. But taken by a monster who calls himself king.” In a realm ruled by blood and empire, twenty-four kingdoms bow to one throne — and at the center of it sits Emperor Zareth Ravaryn, a vampire older than most dynasties, cold as obsidian, and feared as much as he is obeyed. Princess Serenya of Vayrana was never meant to catch his eye. Gentle. Devoted. Already betrothed to the human prince she loved from afar. But one imperial ceremony changed everything. When the Emperor sees her — veiled in gold, eyes full of light — he names her his future Empress. She refuses. He doesn’t ask twice. Now torn from her homeland and chained in silk and duty, Serenya finds herself in a court of shadows, where power is worn like perfume and secrets drip from every whispered bow. But Zareth is not just the monster she feared. He is obsessed. And his obsession doesn’t break... it consumes. As the blood empire trembles under rebellion, forbidden longing ignites between captive and captor, and the girl who once dreamt of love must decide: Will she fight for her freedom— or burn for his throne? Dark fantasy meets imperial seduction in this slow-burn vampire romance — with original lore, dangerous rituals, forbidden love, and a heroine who was never meant to kneel. Welcome to the Empire of Thorns. Where love is a game only monsters win. #bookone of The Empire of Thorns series --- Excerpt. A man stood before her. Not just any man. The man. Eyes like twin flames. Lips curled into a knowing smirk. A voice like thunder dipped in velvet. "And who might you be, little dove?" Zareth purred. Serenya's heart slammed against her ribs. "I-I'm... I was just—" "Lost?" he finished for her, his tone mocking yet oddly amused. She nodded, clutching her veil tighter. His eyes trailed down the curve of her figure, and then back to her eyes. "You're not from around here," he said, though he already knew. "I'm from Vayrana," she managed, voice barely above a whisper. His grin widened. "That explains the veil. So well-behaved. So sweet." He stepped closer, and she instinctively backed up—until her back hit the wall. "Running off alone into a palace full of monsters... either you're braver than you look, or dumber," he drawled, eyes gleaming. Her eyes widened at the insult, but something in his tone kept her frozen. "I didn't mean to be disrespectful—" "Oh, but you weren't," he interrupted. "In fact, you've just made this entire evening… interesting." He reached out, adjusting the edge of her veil with a gentleness that contradicted his deadly aura. "What's your name, dove?" She hesitated. "Your name," he repeated, voice darker now. "I don't ask twice." "Serenya," she whispered. He leaned in, mouth brushing close to her ear. "Serenya," he repeated, tasting it. "Pretty name. Suits you." Then, as quickly as he came, he stepped back. The moment shattered. "Go on now, little dove. Before your father comes searching."

Cameron Lilith Edwards aka Camie has always been the girl whispered about in the shadowed hallways of Legacy International Academy. To her classmates, she is the descendant of an ancient Aswang bloodline, a practitioner of forbidden magic, and the source of ominous curses that haunt the town. For Camie, these are nothing but cruel and vicious rumors-ones that have poisoned her family's name for generations. Determined to clear her family's reputation and prove the skeptics wrong, Camie forms the 'Misteryo at Hiwaga -a Horror Mystery Club,' a ragtag group of brave souls dedicated to uncovering the truth behind the school's seven hidden mysteries. But not all secrets are meant to be unraveled, and Camie's journey takes a chilling turn when she stumbles upon an ancient curse tying her destiny to the silver-haired stranger who once saved her life. Together, they must navigate a maze of supernatural peril, fight back against malevolent forces, and untangle the threads of love and fate. As Camie edges closer to the truth, she discovers that some mysteries may be better left buried-and that redemption often comes at a harrowing cost. **This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and events are fictitious, unless otherwise stated. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead or actual events is purely coincidental. All Rights Reserved. No part of this story may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, without the prior permission of the authors. Plagiarism is a crime.** Disclaimer: This story is written in Taglish, a blend of Tagalog and English.

The fan sequel to the anime Princess Principal. The "White Dove" team meets with an interesting guy who later becomes a member of the team. Whether this idea turns out to be a good one, whether they can get along, and what consequences it will lead to. P.s Events take place after the 1st season of the anime.

Lenora Maen always dreamed of finding her fated mate. As heir to the White Stone Pack, she was raised to believe the mate bond was sacred—an unbreakable connection blessed by the Moon Goddess. She imagined love, devotion, and a future ruled side by side. She never imagined being abandoned. During her mother’s memorial, her heat triggers unexpectedly, sending the pack into chaos. Unmated wolves lose control, instincts overriding reason, and just as she thinks she’ll be claimed against her will, a black wolf appears from the shadows—powerful, dominant, and utterly unstoppable. He defends her. Claims her. Binds them together in an unbreakable bond.After one night, he was gone—leaving her bonded to a ghost, trapped in a connection that burned hotter with every passing day. Her mate was out there, living as if she didn’t exist. For six months, she searched, only to find him in the last place she expected—a billionaire CEO, a man of wealth and power, completely unaware of what he is. Cameron Anderson has everything—money, influence, control. He built an empire with ruthless precision, untouchable in the world he created. But when a silver-haired woman storms into his life, claiming he belongs to her, his perfect reality begins to crack. Visions of forests and wolves. A pull he can’t explain. A fire he can’t extinguish. He doesn’t believe in fate. He doesn’t believe in wolves. But the bond doesn’t care what he believes. And neither does Lenora—because she kidnaps him. He is her mate. Whether he accepts it or not. Now, he wakes up in White Stone Pack, forced to face a world he never knew existed. A truth buried deep in his blood. A woman who refuses to let him go. Will he stay willingly, embrace the bond and the pack that could become his home— Or will he leave her behind once more? - Updates twice a week.

The kingdom has fallen to the man with two faces. The princess has fled. The man with two faces craves her but can only find her copy -- Dove. Dove has lived her life as the shadow to a princess, and only in the most horrific of places, an infamous whorehouse known as the Aviary, does she learn to stand in the light. WARNING: GRAPHIC CONTENT. THE VIEWS AND ACTIONS EXPRESSED BY CHARACTERS ARE NOT REPRESENTATIVE OF MY VIEWS OR REAL LIFE.

Pushed into a new world, Elliot Dove has to traverse the new and exotic land he finds himself in.

Title: His Favorite Poison: Until Death Makes Us Worse Genre: Dark Romance | Psychological Thriller | Possessive Male Lead | Tragedy | Obsession --- Synopsis: It started with a scream. Mira Thorne kicked the back of the driver’s seat, rage and fear blending in her bloodshot eyes. “Stop the car!” she shouted, her voice cracking. But the men in front only glanced at her through the rearview mirror—smirking, silent, and cruel. She kicked again. Harder. The car swerved. CRASH! Glass shattered. Tires screamed. The car flipped, spun, then hit a ditch with a thud. Mira’s body slammed into the door. Pain tore through her, but she didn’t wait. She crawled out. Ran. A flash of headlights nearly blinded her—another car almost crushed her bones, but she dove aside at the last second. Blood in her mouth. Her limbs shaking. Then she saw the forest. Thick. Dark. Unforgiving. She ran straight down the hill—stumbled—rolled—tumbled into the trees. The air tore her lungs, but she didn’t stop. Behind her, car doors slammed. Footsteps followed. “Stop running, Mira!” She didn’t. Gunshots rang out. Bang! A searing pain exploded in her arm. She screamed, fell again, rolled over dry leaves and stone. Still, she rose. And then… She saw it. A mansion. Dark stone. Down the hill. Looming like a sleeping beast. She ran. Her legs barely holding. Her blood soaking her sleeve. And just as she stumbled past a cluster of trees—she saw him. Standing at the edge of the mansion’s balcony. A glass of wine in hand. Eyes sharp and expression unreadable. Damien Voss. She screamed, desperate, broken. “Help me!” He only raised an eyebrow. And behind him—two tigers stepped into view, their fur glinting in the moonlight. Mira froze. The men still chased her. Gunshots behind. Her vision swam. Her legs gave out. But she stood. She ran toward the tigers. They lunged. She dodged—barely. Her mind screamed to survive. Her body obeyed. She reached the edge. Damien tilted his head. She collapsed in front of him, kneeling, gasping, kowtowing at his feet. > “Please… save me.” He crouched down, cold eyes meeting hers. His fingers curled under her chin. > “If I save you… what do I gain?” Behind them, one of the pursuers screamed— A tiger ripped into him. The others tried to escape. Too late. Damien raised his hand. The tigers stopped. Silent. Obedient. One man’s body was already torn open on the grass. Mira trembled. > “I’ll give you anything,” she whispered. “Money?” “Everything. My soul. My life. Just let me live.” Damien’s lips curved. He chuckled. Low. Dark. He waved his hand. Bullets rained. His guards appeared from the shadows and opened fire—merciless and precise. Mira flinched as blood splattered beside her. She didn’t dare move. --- If I can’t be happy, nobody can,” Mira says. “If I want you to be happy, you will be,” Damien replies. “I’ll kill anyone who stands in my way—including you.” “Then I’ll buy coffins for both of us—or we can share one.” “I’ll be your poison.” “Then I’ll take it.” “I will never be with you.” “Then you’ll be the reason the world ends.” “I don’t care if the world drowns in blood.” “Then I’ll make it happen—and you’ll be the star of the show, my little pet.” ____ She called herself a thorn. A curse. A walking poison. He called her entertainment, obsession—his favorite game. Even when he vomited blood, he reached for her. I told you I will be your death she said > “I’m attracted to poisonous flowers,” he replied “Till death tears us apart,” she whispered as she watch him frown in pain from the poison. “Till death tears us never,” he swore, pressing his lips to hers. warning warning the FL and the ml are red flags

Dove Sterling, a twenty-two-year-old CEO of one of the country's biggest beauty companies, is also the devoted mother of an adorable three-year-old boy. Four years ago, under the influence of a drug slipped to her by a so-called "friend," she unknowingly spent the night with a complete stranger—someone she couldn’t even remember afterward. Determined to move on, Dove’s world comes crashing down when she discovers she’s pregnant. As if that weren’t enough, she’s constantly surrounded by people waiting to see her fall. But Dove? She refuses to give them that satisfaction. She rises, stronger each time. Dante Lancaster, the owner of the world’s largest security firm and heir to one of the richest families, has never forgotten the mysterious woman from that unforgettable night. Her face is etched into his memory. His obsession with finding her only deepens when he discovers she is none other than the granddaughter of the man who once saved his life—a man Dante deeply respects. And then he learns the impossible—she's pregnant with his child. From that moment on, Dante vows to make her his. But life has its own plans. Dove disappears abroad, giving birth to their son while Dante battles his own demons, never taking his eyes off her from afar. Three years later, fate intervenes. Now responsible for Dove and her son's protection, Dante sees this as his second chance. But winning her heart—and dealing with a little boy fiercely protective of his mother—proves more difficult than he imagined. Dante’s biggest obstacle? His own son giving him constant headaches! ---

A slice of life from a teenage girl from Florida

Asher has been having strange memories and dreams of another man, A warlord. A man at the pinnacle of strength. He has sworn to uncover his past via a strange gift given by his supposed parents. Follow Asher's journey as he uncovers who he truly is and dives into the history of his strange world. (This is my first book so please feel free to comment or give any tips!)

The Siblings Daria and Cameron Verbitzkaya Reynaldy moved to this new forest village full of warmth and as they attend their new school in Izhevsk, make new friends and together discovering the mysteries they find themselves entangled in A new adventure begins for the Reynaldy siblings!

The Lion-Runed Empire When U.S. Special-Forces veteran John Sullivan throws himself in front of a speeding truck, he expects a hero’s death—not a second life. He wakes amid marble pillars, wearing the robes—and bearing the scars—of Emperor Arslan Rûmî, ruler of Asterion, the fabled “City of Light.” The empire runs on shimmering ley-lines and cryptic runes, but its throne is cracked by intrigue, rebellion, and an assassin cult that strikes beneath the moon. Armed with battlefield instincts, a lion-pommel kilij that hums with sleeping power, and nothing but guesswork about the man he’s become, John must outwit scheming viziers, mend a broken arcane nexus, and win the loyalty of soldiers who remember a very different emperor. Each victory binds him deeper to a realm that isn’t his—and to the women of a forbidden harem who carry secrets sharper than blades. But mercy is a weapon, and runes answer to will. As rebels rise and foreign powers circle, the “Lion Emperor” will forge an empire lit by justice—or watch it burn under a dusk of daggers. Portal fantasy meets political intrigue in a sweeping tale of magic, reform, and second chances. Fans of Brandon Sanderson’s Mistborn and Miles Cameron’s The Red Knight will devour The Lion-Runed Empire.

The Princess of Aetherion, Philia, was born of light—an angel raised with the hope of becoming an Arch Angel. But fate had other plans. To secure peace between realms, she was offered in marriage to the King of the Abyss, Azazel—a demon of darkness, power, and cruelty. She never deserved such a fate, and yet she bore it with grace. For the sake of her people, she left behind her home, her wings of light… and her dreams. The Abyss devours all that enters it. And Azazel seemed to enjoy watching her fall. But peace was never what he wanted. He didn’t marry her for peace. He married her because she was his ------------ “Hush,” he whispered into her ear. Tears spilled freely from her closed eyes. She didn’t dare to open them—not with his breath on her neck, not with his darkness pressing against her so completely. And still… she endured. “Stop crying, Princess,” Azazel murmured. “Let’s enjoy the night.” He wrapped her in his arms like a hunter claiming a dove from its cage. Her wings trembled, pinned beneath the weight of his hold. She fought to move, to resist—her breath sharp, her body tense—but his strength didn’t falter. He never let go. Not now. Not ever. One hand slid over her waist, firm, possessive, reverent. The other tilted her chin upward, forcing her tear-stained face into the dim light—where every demon present could see what she had become. “Let me in, my bride,” he whispered, brushing his lips against her ear. Power bloomed—dark and suffocating—surging against her defenses like a tide. It coiled inside her, trying to consume her, force her body to surrender. But she resisted. Her light did not break. Not yet. “Still so stubborn,” Azazel muttered, amused. His voice was low with something more than hunger. “Let them watch, Philia. Aetherion is watching. This is your only chance… to show them who you truly are.” His hand moved again, grazing over her skin like the curse. His grip tightened. "What you are... is mine."

A world where changing bodies and minds are the main fixation

“Crowd-nim, what to do when you meet the chaotic monster of your creation?! Please give me helpful answers only because I think my protagonist wants me dead!” World’s Most Hated Awakener… That was the name of my story. Yoon JieMi was the bloodthirsty protagonist I created—and rewrote—twenty times. In every version, he was a monster: unhinged, mind-broken, terrifyingly beautiful. And in every version, he died alone. After being hit by a truck, now I’m inside his world. Worse? I’ve been assigned a ridiculous system— [Dangerous Male Lead Rehabilitation System] —with a panicking AI named QQ screaming in my ear: “Host-nim, please do something to calm him down! QQ is scared!” My mission? Save JieMi before he loses what’s left of his mind… or destroys the world. Here’s the problem, I don’t know which version of him this is. The cold one who kills for fun? The lonely one who burns everything to feel something? Or the misunderstood monster who died for the world? All I know is… The man I now depend on is the monster I created. What to do?! What to do?! “All this crying because I threw you into a den of monsters… Do you want me to kiss it better, Dove?” – Yoon JieMi.

I died in war... Or so I thought... On death's door, I was met by my sworn enemy. By the Church of Masse, the god-forsaken people that had taken everything. The people who secretly orchestrate the world by strings. My father's people. Yet they took me, honed me into a weapon of destruction, into a tool. But now I'll end them all, even if it's the last thing I'll do.

My assistant would never shut up about [The Fallen Swordmaster] He’s six years older than me, yet he clings to that story like a lifeline, praising every chapter as if it were holy scripture. I, on the other hand, had no patience for novels. After all, I’d already cracked the world’s toughest mysteries before I even turned twenty—fiction paled in comparison. But if my assistant was so obsessed, maybe this story would interesting. I dove in, skeptical but curious. It didn’t take long for my skepticism to harden into disappointment. Bland storylines. Characters that felt like cardboard cutouts. And when they finally did show some promise? It was completely ruined. I gave it two chapters—no more. That was all the time I was willing to waste. Then, as I was about to close the tab and move on, an email pinged into my inbox. 'Another case?' I thought, a flicker of excitement lighting up my mind. "Cases that will excite me like no other? A mystery that I can't solve? Well, if you put it that way… of course I have to accept."

She carefully observed her surroundings and snuck past the hallway, hiding in a locker's shadow just in time to remain undiscovered. Once her pursuer left the hallway, she slowly stepped out from her hiding place and cautiously made her way to her destination. She checked her surroundings once again before finally dashing out of the entrance at top speed. As soon as she made it out, she took a left turn and hid before she could be spotted. She crouched there, breathing out in short gasps as she slowly peeked around the corner to see if her pursuer was closeby. Not seeing the presence of a single being, she let out a sigh of relief. She turned her back to the building trying to get as far from it as she could. She finally felt some hope when the gate was in sight. Almost there. Once she crossed that gate, they wouldn't be able to catch her. She was just a few more steps from it when her heart suddenly chilled. She turned around and a tall shadow loomed above her. "Are you trying to escape?" The shadow asked. The setting sun's rays fell upon her and she squinted her eyes, unable to see the shadow's face. However, she had no need to (see). The voice made chills run down her spine. She could recognize it anywhere... ........... Most novels begin with a normal MC living a normal life when everything takes a turn and all hell breaks loose... Before things all began, Amber was... mostly normal. Her life was... it barely made it into the quota, but it was still normal. How did it all begin? Just a phone call. Yes, ONE phone call. Who called? Just an acquaintance... Then why are we sharing her story, you ask? Because her life changed. No, no, it didn't take a turn. It just veered off the path it was going on. And I'm here to share with you the story of Amber Sinclair. P.S: This is NOT a horror story. NO NEED to proceed at your own risk. XXX The cover page is NOT my own. It was taken from the internet and the source names 'Kushinov Ilya' as the rightful owner of the art. If there is an issue with my usage of the image, please let me know and I will remove it. I just felt like the woman in the art was extremely similar to my idea of Amber XXX

“You can hate me, Keira. Doesn’t change the fact that you’re mine.” Keira Anastasya lives by one rule: never get tangled up with dangerous men. But then a mysterious letter crashes into her life, stamped with the name that could wreck everything: Rayan Alverdine, CEO of Imperium Tech cold as ice, with a reputation that cuts deeper than any blade. One deal. One year of forced marriage. One cruel bargain that saves her family… but shackles her freedom. Keira's no dove to be subdued. And Rayan? He's not one to quit. Behind fake smiles and billion-dollar business, they're playing a ruthless game of power and desire took fierce to qualify as business, too lethal to qualify as love. Because in this war of lies and smoldering stares, the only law they break is: never fall in love with your enemy.

O sei vittima o carnefice. Per il mondo, o sei bianco, o sei nero. Resta a te la scelta. Ma, tutti si macchiano. Chi col sangue e chi col senso di colpa. Veniamo costruiti da pensieri, azioni, verità e bugie. Quale tra queste è riconducibile alla vera realtà di noi stessi? Ogni vita ha il proprio peso ed ogni errore ha la sua conseguenza. Solo obbligandoti ad affrontare la realtà puoi andare avanti. E se non lo fai tu, tocca farlo ad un giudice. Quando ti ritrovi in un posto dove ciò che hai fatto ti viene messo su un tavolo non puoi nasconderti dietro alla negazione. Bisogna affrontare ciò che rimane. Ovvero te stesso, il freddo e la polvere di una cella. Fra vendette, bugie, verità, finzione, giustizia, sbarre, sbagli, colpe, manipolazioni, violenze, ideologie e segreti, tutto condurrà ad un'unica realtà dei fatti. Angeli dannati in cerca di emozioni e demoni disperati in cerca di pace. Lei, vittima del pericolo. Lui, vittima del crimine. ©copyright,tutti i diritti riservati

[DING!] [Blood detected. DNA confirmed. Host Accepted.] [Payback System Synchronisation in progress.] And then another. [Synchronisation Progress: 0.1%… 1%… 5%… 10%] [Synchronisation completed!] [Payback System Activated!] [Welcome to the Payback System where you spend money to make more money. For every penny spent, you receive double the amount.] "That's some RPG type shit right there." Nathan said as he recalled playing VR games with similar interfaces back when he was still a student. "This must be the afterlife if I'm seeing such notifications." [DING!] [You have successfully received $50 as host bonus, $100 as start up capital and… $200 as compensation for the hell you've been through. Money has been sent to account XXX-XXXX-XXX] [You have received one Lucky Draw. You have received one Enhanced Lucky Draw. Do you wish to draw?] [YES][NO] Nathan wanted nothing to do with it but since he was already seeing it, he thought, "why not?" "Yes." Nathan answered weakly. An answer that began a new journey for him. Nathan Oaklore had been lied to by his wealthy in-laws just to get him to marry their daughter and end up working as a slave for the family for five years. After getting beat up by the men of the family on the day of his divorce with his wife, he was on his way to oblivion when he finally received a system that would change things around for him! However, how would Nathan managed the wealth that comes with the system? ____________________ ____________________ Note: This story follows a different path from other rebate stories as he doesn't immediately start with an absurd multiplier. He will have to build his wealth slowly, allowing it to grow as the story progresses and in time, he'll advance to a higher level of multiplier. ____________________ ____________________ Update Schedule: 1 chapter/day Weekly Challenge: 60 Power Stones = 1 Bonus Chapter 110 Power Stones = 2 Bonus Chapters 150 Power Stones = 3 Bonus Chapters 200 Power Stones = 5 Bonus Chapters

"You're back!" Elara sprang from the wooden bench near the door as her brother stepped inside, bruised and bleeding. "Caelum, what happened this time?" she gasped, rushing to his side. Caelum Solis, a lean young man with tousled brown hair and piercing blue eyes, winced as he slumped into a chair. "Nothing new. Just a couple of thugs who wanted my coin more than I did," he muttered. They lived alone—just the two of them. He was all she had left, and she was the reason he kept going. Though he’d trained enough to pass the Guild’s physicals, his damaged mana core had left him stranded at F-rank, doing odd jobs no real adventurer wanted. Finding lost pets. Cleaning stables. Picking herbs. Barely scraping by. Elara, though gifted, suffered from a mana sickness that slowly stole her sight. Her treatment was expensive, and Caelum pushed himself to the brink just to afford the basics. Still, it was never enough. That night, as he tucked her into bed, he whispered, “Tomorrow, I’ll change everything.” --- At the edge of a newly discovered dungeon, Caelum stood behind a party of stronger adventurers. They snickered. “Dead weight’s here,” one said under his breath. He ignored them. He always did. Darius Flint, the B-ranked leader, raised a hand. “Standard sweep. It’s marked D-rank, but stay alert.” They entered the cave-like dungeon, and at first, everything was simple. Feral goblins. Weak beasts. The team barely broke a sweat. Caelum trailed behind, hauling gear. Only one person treated him kindly—Arianne Vale, a C-ranked healer with silver hair and a sharp tongue for bullies. Hours passed. Then the dungeon began to tremble. “Is it collapsing?” someone asked. “No... it’s shifting,” Darius muttered. “Stay close.” Then came the roar—deep, guttural, wrong. Darius's face paled. “Retreat! Everyone fall back!” But the floor gave way. They dropped into a massive chamber ringed with statues holding weapons. In the center, blazing with living fire, was the Pyroclasm—a beast of flame and fury. People panicked. Two adventurers made a break for the exit and were instantly decapitated by the animated statues. “Form a circle!” Darius barked, but chaos had already taken hold. A statue lunged. Caelum grabbed Arianne and dove aside. “Behind us!” he shouted. Adventurers were being cut down left and right. Desperate, Caelum yelled, “Run toward the Pyroclasm!” “Are you insane?” someone cried. “We’ll die either way!” Dragging Arianne, he sprinted forward. The Pyroclasm shrieked and surged toward him—then vanished into him. Caelum screamed as fire tore through his veins. His body writhed, burning... then exploded in a shockwave. The statues faltered. “Flame adaptation: mastered.” He rose. Flames clung to him like armor. Statues charged. He raised his hand—and fire answered. Explosions. Destruction. “Golems destroyed. Leveling up.” As silence fell, he collapsed, still smoldering. “Heal him!” Darius shouted. Arianne was already by his side.