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You feel it too, don't you? our connection?" he says. Maybe it's because he speaks so little, hearing his voice thrills me. Goose bumps spread over my flesh and i shiver. I'm sure he saw it. There's no way he could have missed it. My cheeks flush and i look away from Anthony's insistent gaze, backing up only to slam into Asher's chest. His arms encircle my waist and by the moon goddess it just feels so right. "I...i don't know what you're talking about" "Really baby?" Anthony steps forward so i'm sandwiched between them. "My bad then, i guess you're just cold" he says, eyes flicking down to my chest. I am mortified. The Blood Moon Alphas are the most feared and powerful in the land. They are rich, dominant and everyone in their path fears them. But there are some quite alarming rumors about them. It is said that they don't have a mate and they were cursed by the moon goddess to be alone forever. Until they met Anita, every belief about the false rumor was instantly vanished. They knew she was the one and she also knew they were the one for her. How could that be? Could it be a mistake? But there was only that feeling when she met them. Anita is sweet, kind and naive and they are all rough, dominant and possessive. Two opposites. Can their love stand the test? Read through this fierce story of romance, betrayal and hate. Protecting their pack and also defeating the villains on their way to a happy ending. Will they win the battle? Getting their happy ending at the end of the day or will this lead to total chaos for Anita and her loved ones and the total destruction of the Blood Moon pack. Will Love and Fate conquer or will this be a never ending cycle of pain and betrayal?

Genre: Billionaire Romance / Obsession / Corporate War / Emotional Drama • A sharp-tongued small-town girl falls into the dangerous love of the most powerful oil mogul in Mexico. But when she becomes the target of his enemies—and his obsession—she must decide if love is worth losing herself… or if he’s worth betraying. • Joseph León was the most feared name in oil — Mexico’s oil tycoon with empires that stretched across oceans. His name opened doors in Dubai, whispered in Geneva, and commanded boardrooms in Texas. But in the private sanctum of his glass-walled penthouse above Mexico City, the only thing that brought him to his knees… was Green. Green Ariza. The sharp-tongued, warm-eyed girl from the southeast — who didn’t care for oil, power, or the billions in his offshore accounts. And that terrified Joseph more than any corporate war. She stormed into his office, her heels clicking furiously against the Italian marble. Her worn leather bag slammed onto the chair with finality. “I want to talk to you, Joseph!” she snapped. Behind his desk, Joseph was mid-call with a venture capitalist from Qatar, trying to lock in a deal worth $1.3 billion. He held up one finger without looking up — only for a second — then paused. His eyes met hers. Sharp. Furious. Tired of something. He ended the call. “I’ll speak to you later,” he said calmly, before the voice on the other line could protest. “Yes, I know it’s urgent.” He hung up, removed his glasses, and leaned back in his chair. His gaze softened. “What does my love want that has her so upset?” he asked, like the storm in her eyes didn’t scare him. “A Maserati? Givenchy? My black card is right there—just whisper what you want, and it’s yours.” Green exhaled, shaking her head. “I’m not here for gifts, Joseph.” “I know.” “No, you don’t. You always think money can fix things.” “I absolutely don’t think that.” “You bought the company I worked for because I said I was scared of getting fired—how is that not thinking money fixes things?” “I bought it,” he said quietly, “because it was the only way I could keep seeing you. You were avoiding me. Saying you couldn’t risk your job. So I made it yours. You’re head of creative strategy now. With triple your old salary. And you only work when you want.” She turned away, rubbing her forehead. “Green,” he said, his voice a low murmur now. “Can I touch you?” She blinked at him. “Are you asking permission to touch me?” “You usually get angry when I touch you during a fight,” he said honestly, standing slowly. “You say I use it to make you forget why you’re mad.” “…Because you do.” “And you let me.” She turned to face him, and for a moment, neither said a word. He reached out, gently, his hand grazing her elbow. “So tell me, why are you really angry?” She looked away. “Is it because of the girl at the gala?” he asked. Her head snapped back toward him. “She’s like a sister. My father’s goddaughter.” “She was holding your hand.” “She’s grieving. Her brother was assassinated in Bogotá.” Green stepped back, arms folded. “You don’t even see how many women throw themselves at you. My mother tells me I’m stupid for staying. That I should leave you and marry someone safer. Someone like Don Frederick.” Joseph’s jaw tightened. “Don Frederick is a snake with a fake smile and a poisoned chalice. He’s not safe, he’s subtle. That’s worse.” “My mother doesn’t care,” Green said bitterly. “She only sees headlines. And dollar signs.” “What do you see?” he asked, stepping closer. “When you look at me. What do you see?” She didn’t answer. He touched her cheek, gently. “Do you think I’d let myself love anyone but you? I’d burn down every oil well I own before I lose you.” She blinked. “Don’t say things like that.” “Why? Because you believe me?” “No,” she whispered. “Because I do.”

"They wanted to eliminate the prince. In the end, they awakened the monster within him." Lucas Ashir Ingriss, second prince of the kingdom of Ingrissia, bears a name synonymous with glory. His ancestor, Raiden Ingriss, was one of the Five Heroes who sealed Yshvar, the Dark Lord, saving the world at the cost of his own sacrifice. But the past is the past, and House Ingriss is no longer as dominant as it once was. Gifted with an exceptional talent for fighting and swordsmanship, and a formidable intellect, Lucas is a caring and thoughtful prince. Yet he has a dream burning inside him: he dreams of rebuilding "the once great empire of Ingrissia", a once dominant and feared power across the continent. Even if it meant destroying the established order. He'll do anything to fulfill his dream. His quest for power takes him into the bloody corridors of politics, where every smile conceals a dagger. But Lucas, knowing all this, moves forward without turning away from his goal. Yet a forgotten threat is preparing to resurface. The seal of the Five Heroes is breaking. Yshvar and the darkness... what everyone had forgotten and only read about in books telling legends, were preparing their return. When Lucas goes to the royal academy, he begins to gather powerful and loyal allies for his quest. But some people, seeing him as a threat to their power, began plotting against him. During an expedition, Lucas was ambushed and left for dead in the most dangerous place on the continent: the legendary Black Forest. But Lucas isn't dead. He'll be back. Different. Unpredictable. ~~~ Thank you for reading "The Second Prince: A Mad Prodigious Swordsman" a light novel of intrigue, power, conflict, betrayal, revenge and much more. —- ENTRY TO [WSA2025]—— If you like, don't hesitate to share HAPPY READING

Nathan Beck was never meant to be a hero. Life chewed him up, spat him out, and left him hollow. A ghost in his own skin, haunted by grief and disillusionment. But death offered him something else: A new viewpoint. And a question no one else was asking. Now reborn as Hidesuke Shinohara, a forgotten, F-tier “hero” in the brutal world of Arc Zenith, he's granted an ominous, forbidden power: The Final Verdict System. It doesn’t hand out points. It doesn’t reward popularity. It exists for one reason alone: To pass judgment on the heroes who think they’re untouchable. In a world where saviors wear pretentious masks and villains are manufactured scapegoats, Hidesuke becomes the razor’s edge between false light and true shadow. As he climbs the twisted hierarchy of power, surveillance, and illusion, his blade becomes justice. As he hunts them one by one, his judgement zone carves truth into lies. Every glyph burns a legacy. Every sin carries a weight. And justice—real justice—finally gets a voice. - - - - - - - The alley was soaked, wall to wall with blood and rain. C-tier Hero "Rot" slammed Hidesuke through a rusted vent, sending shards of metal skittering across the floor. “You don’t get to judge me, you bastard!” he roared, face littered with ugly wounds and eyes wide with fury. Hidesuke coughed, blood in his teeth, and pushed himself up. “Thirty-five victims,” he rasped. “How many more must drown before you feel any remorse?” Rot surged forward again, his palm bursting with hydroforce. Hidesuke didn't dodge. All conditions were met. It was time to end this. > “I bear witness.” Then the world around them split in half. Light scorched the pavement as the Judgment Zone warped reality, replacing every structure within the radius. The rain stopped midair. Sound bent in place. Everything froze except Hidesuke—and Rot, now locked inside with him. > “Violation of Article Nine.” > “You turned their lungs into breeding sites for your filthy worms.” Rot screamed, lunging again. But the chains found him first, wrapping around his legs, arms, throat. They hissed against his skin, burning through his armor and piercing his flesh. > “Sin Weight: 46.” > “Victim Count: 35.” > “Verdict confirmed.” Hidesuke walked toward him, limping slightly, voice steady. > “They desperately begged you for air. Yet you used them like lifeless objects.” > “Let this be your last breath.” His hand closed around the final seal. The glyphs flared red—then white. Veil didn’t get a last word. - - - - - - -

Grace Harper has always been an outsider—raised in a wolf pack that never truly accepted her, adopted by an alpha with too many secrets. When her ex-boyfriend leaves her for his mate and the truth of her adoption comes to light, Grace knows she has to leave… or die trying. But her path to freedom slams into the Lycan King. Cold, powerful, and burdened by the ghosts of a past he refuses to share, Caine doesn’t want Grace in his world. He doesn’t believe she belongs in any world but her own. And yet, with fate tethering their souls, his control begins to crack. Grace never asked for his protection. She never asked to want him, either. But something ancient is waking, and the deeper she dives into the truth of her past, the more she realizes: maybe she was never meant to be free. Maybe she was meant to change everything. Starting with him. ---- *Grace of a Wolf* is the slightly unhinged romance between a human girl with inconvenient human morals and her mildly sociopathic fated mate—who also happens to be the Lycan King and has the emotional intelligence of a rock. Thankfully, their dangerously magnetic bond is (barely) balanced by found family chaos, a buttload of magic, and a fated mate connection that might actually kill her if they touch. Oops. Just when you think you’re reading *yet another werewolf story*, the plot and worldbuilding sneak up behind you with claws, teeth, and actual stakes. It’s slow-burn, emotionally messy, and laced with the kind of tension that could kill—or kiss—you. --- **WARNINGS:** R18: Smutty smut smut. Also, dark themes, including but not limited to: Murder, attempted murder, a stack of dead bodies, betrayal, mild sociopathy, an ML who appears to bathe in red flags despite his favorite color being green, an unwarranted hatred of blueberry muffins, and pillow thievery. A **slow burn**, spicy wolf shifter urban fantasy romance with a lot of random plot trying to knot-block everything. When the spice hits, please read responsibly. Thank you~ [WSA 2025 Contest Entry]

In the heart of modern Delhi, where chaos hums beneath every honk and silence carries secrets, Aarvi Kapoor feels everything—too deeply, too precisely. A brush of cloth, a whispered lie, a door slammed miles away—her skin remembers it all. But when her once-normal life begins unraveling with visions she can’t explain and memories that don’t belong to her, Aarvi realizes this is not just sensitivity. It’s something… more. As she drifts through grief, betrayal, and the stillness of loneliness, chance encounters pull her into a quiet storm of others like her—each one tied. Strangers who seem drawn to her, yet connected by invisible threads stitched long before they ever met. But not every thread leads to safety. When old friendships turn hostile and mysterious powers awaken, Aarvi is forced to confront a past that hides more than pain—it hides purpose. Haunted by a girl in a coma, stalked by shadows no one else can see, and entangled in a connection with two boys—Rishi, the soulful musician who hears truth behind every word, and Tanav, the quiet photographer who sees things yet to come—Aarvi must decide: Is she meant to hold the threads together… or is she the one meant to unravel them? Some threads heal. Others cut. The sixth? It never lets go.

He opened his eyes and found himself back in 2010, as an Arsenal youth player on the verge of being eliminated. Fortunately, he had a proficiency panel to rely on. From 【Strength lv1】 to the earth-shattering 【Muscle Maniac lv5】; From 【Running lv1】 to the absolutely overwhelming 【Lightning Speed lv5】; From 【Long Shot lv1】 to the brutal 【Tomahawk Cannon lv5】! In this era of shining stars, where Messi and Ronaldo were about to become the absolute best, he joined hands with Professor Wenger, destined to write a new footballing legend. Years later, when he looked back, he found that he had grinded his way to a full-fledged, peerless, and glorious Grand Slam! He was known as – The Football God!

Nova scrambled backwards, panting hard, her short locks clinging to her damp forehead as she watched this predator stalk towards her. The vibrant and lively forest hushed, almost holding its breath to watch the scene unfold. Great, she had an audience for what would surely be a gruesome death. Death looked... a little... rugged and in nothing but a loin cloth, defined by slabs of muscle, a trail of hair leading down to such a small piece of cloth to hide a large- A spine-chilling growl snapped her gaze back up to meet his golden-red eyes, fiery, and intense, glaring at Nova as he slammed his hands either side of her head. Pieces of bark crumbled down from the impact. "I told you not to run..." He threatened, his eyes piercing hers, his voice more guttural than she'd heard from any male. His eyes clenched shut as his body trembled. "My instinct is to always stalk, always chase... until I get what I want.." Their faces were inches apart. She could feel his hot breath fanning her face. The forest was humid and hot, and his body was so close to hers that it was almost unbearable. The gruff voice, those words and the intensity of those eyes that reminded her of sunsets caused goosebumps to flourish across her arms. "What do you want?" Nova swallowed, not recognising her voice. She was so out of her depth. His chest rumbled, and more bark crumbled down from behind her head. "You..." Her breath hitched. "To. Do. As. You're. Told." - Paradise was what Nova Winslow was promised when her boyfriend whisked her away to Isla De Tayun, the perfect getaway for their busy lives. It was untouched, pristine, a hidden gem. But it had remained that way for a reason. The island doesn’t want visitors. And neither do the natives. What should have been a romantic retreat, drinking from coconuts and lounging on white-sandy beaches together, turns into a holiday from hell. Mid-argument with her soon-to-be ex, Nova stumbles into a lake. When she resurfaces, her boyfriend, the path she came from, and the resort have vanished. Alone, stranded, and with little survival skills, Nova has only a wet phone with no signal, a pair of heels, and an irrational fear of bats—which are everywhere. She is out of her depth when she falls into a mystical world of beasts. Hunted by tribesmen, stalked by beasts that shouldn't exist, and hearing animals speak, she has no choice but to trust the wild beast the forest itself fears—Yoa, a wanted man. Together, they flee the tribes pursuing them all while battling her growing attraction to Yoa. Can she survive the wild and make it back to her civilised life? Or will she lose herself to the untamed world—and to the man who belongs to it? #Beast #Ssssteamy #Adventure #Mythical #R18 -- THERE WILL BE MATURE CONTENT!! -- If you are enjoying the story, please vote with a power stone, leave comments and review! -- Cover Image: In the middle of getting one commissioned. My Instagram: @kelly_starrz My new discord server: https://discord.gg/MHMdRRqUYa

"Isn't this the weak young master of the Valhalla family?" "Hahaha! I heard he only knows how to waste money... Completely useless." Another voice, dripping with false pity, chimed in. "Both his sister and brother are Tamers, strong ones at that. While him... the eldest... pathetic!!" The final word, spat out like a curse, hung in the air: "Useless!" In this world, where the bond with powerful Beasts dictated one's standing, where strength was synonymous with the ferocity and strength of your companion. Christopher Valhalla was an anomaly. He found solace not in the thrill of battle or the acquisition of monstrous power, but in the simple, fleeting joys of life. He enjoyed partying, clubs, and women. He offered no retort to the cruel rumors that trailed him like a shadow. Because, truth be told, a knot of fear tightened in his stomach at the mere sight of the majestic, often terrifying, creatures that others commanded. But every life, regardless of its perceived worth, eventually finds its end. For Christopher, it came not in the jaws of a wild Beast, nor in a duel he was ill-equipped for, but in the insidious grip of a rare and incurable sickness. Some days later his flame flickered and he died, leaving behind a void filled with the echoes of scorn. Yet, where one life ended, another began. In the silent stillness of Christopher's vacant shell, a new consciousness stirred. A soul, bearing the weight of unmatched power and a reputation that sent shivers down the spines of even the most formidable Tamers, had arrived. This was the Supreme Tamer, a legend whispered in hushed tones across the world, a force of nature who had inexplicably perished at the hands of betrayal. Given this unexpected second chance, the Supreme Tamer, now inhabiting the frail form of Christopher Valhalla, felt a strange sense of acceptance. He looked upon the unfamiliar yet familiar faces of his new family – the concerned worry etched on their features – and a flicker of something akin to kinship sparked within him. A silent vow formed in his mind, hardening into an unbreakable resolve. The rumors that clung to this body like a shroud would be torn away. And the five Master Tamers who had orchestrated his demise in his previous life… They would learn the true meaning of fear. Their betrayal would be answered, not with petty revenge, but with the full, terrifying might of the Supreme Tamer, reborn. The world was about to discover that "useless" could be the most dangerous disguise of all. _______ Author's word, This Books will remain free till it clock 100 Chapters! All I need from my loyal readers are: Interaction! Reviews! Comments!! Power stones!!!! And if you can... GIFTs!! 50 power stones, 50 Golden Tickets, Or 100 coins gift above: 3 Chapters. 100 Power Stones, 100 golden Tickets, Or 500 gifts above: 4 Chapters 200 Power stones, 200 golden Tickets, Or 1,000 gifts above: 5 Chapters. PS: Bonus Chapters will be release on Sunday, [WAT Time.] Release date: 10:00Pm. ___________ Check my other books! Solo Leveling: I Am The Only Supreme With The Cheating System. And Reborn With The All Seeing Eyes.

Japan – National News Broadcast The polished news anchor sat upright, her gaze sharp as she adjusted the stack of papers before her. The newsroom behind her hummed with quiet urgency, the weight of the moment settling over the broadcast. "Authorities are baffled by a sudden and unexplained surge in sleep-related deaths across Japan," she began, her voice steady yet tense. "More and more citizens are passing away in their sleep without any prior health concerns. Experts are working tirelessly to determine the cause, but no clear explanation has emerged. Authorities urge the public to remain vigilant and report any unusual symptoms before bedtime." A graphic appeared, displaying the spike in fatalities over the past month. Behind her, unsettling photographs flickered across the screen—blurred images of individuals found in their beds, their faces frozen in expressions of terror. The anchor’s tone shifted. "Health officials recommend citizens avoid excessive fatigue and maintain healthy sleep habits. More updates will follow as investigations continue." --- United States – Paranormal Podcast In a dimly lit podcast studio, the host leaned forward, his eyes wide with curiosity. Across from him, a rugged man in a worn flannel shirt, gripping a faded photograph in one hand and a beer can in the other, leaned back in his chair. "So, you're telling me you saw this creature firsthand?" the host asked, clearly intrigued. The man scoffed, shaking his head. "Damn right, I did. Ugly thing had wings bigger than my body—slow but sneaky. Thought it could steal my pigs again, but I was ready this time—camera in one hand, shotgun in the other." He slammed the table for emphasis, then shoved the blurry image toward the host. The photograph depicted a small, red-skinned humanoid figure with large, bat-like wings, its eyes glowing faintly in the darkness. "Spit, the thing didn’t know what hit it when I fired!" the man chuckled, his voice full of excitement. The host held up the picture to the live chat. "Alright, what do you think? Mothman? Demon? Or is our friend here just seeing things?" The chat exploded with theories—some skeptical, others eager for the investigation to continue. --- China – Liangyuan Street Market Surveillance footage from a bustling night market in China captured a chilling scene. A woman in a red qipao walked gracefully through the crowd, her figure striking in the soft glow of lanterns. Suddenly, she paused. Her body flickered—like a glitch in a video—before vanishing completely, as though she had never existed. The footage zoomed in, replaying in slow motion. In the final frame before she disappeared, her face distorted unnaturally, her eyes hollow and empty. The screen cut abruptly to black.

"A contracted marriage might be the real key this time, Dear father-in-law." I whispered into his ears with a smirk while he suddenly moved me to his front and slammed his lips on mine. My eyes widened in shock as I contemplated if that was a yes. Forced into an arranged marriage, Paula never expected to actually fall in love but then experienced the greatest betrayal of her life by one of the two people she trusted the most. Pregnant, broken and murdered, she swore revenge and pleaded for a second chance at life. This time she was going to hit them where it hurts and it was going to begin with her ex-mate's father or so she thought.

WARNING: MATURE CONTENT I was eight when my world burned. My family was slaughtered; my home was reduced to ash. And the ones responsible? Gone. All they left behind was a black bandana embroidered with a nightshade thorn—a symbol of death. For ten years, I trained in the shadows. I became a weapon. Now, my hunt leads me to Prestige Supernatural Academy (PSA), the most elite werewolf school in the world—a place ruled by four Alpha heirs with too much power, arrogance, and dark desires. The night I arrive, I cross paths with Dristan, Kai, and Axel—heirs to the East, North, and West Alpha Kings. Arrogant. Vicious. Gods among wolves. They see me as nothing. A weak, powerless stray. They humiliate me, taunt me, overpower me— making me want to rip them apart. So, I make a vow: I’ll destroy them before they ever get the chance to destroy me. Then, on the eve of my 18th birthday, the Blood Moon rises. My wolf awakens. My power surges. And fate? That cruel, twisted bitch shackles me to all three of them. Mates. I want to reject them. I burn for them instead. And when I meet Xade, the wicked, silver-tongued heir to the Middle Belt Alpha King, the final bond snaps into place. Four possessive, dominant, and dangerously irresistible alphas. One vengeful, unbreakable wolf. And a deadly secret tying them to my past. Loving them could destroy me. Hating them could kill me. But in the end… who will ruin whom? And, fuck—why does my traitorous body want all four of them to do it? *************** “Say it.” Dristan’s voice was smooth and controlled in a way that promised devastation underneath. I swallowed hard, my pulse hammering as he cornered me against the desk. Kai was behind me, his warmth pressing into my back, his breath teasing my neck. Axel leaned in, lips curved in a sinful smirk, his hazel green eyes dark with amusement. “Say it, sweetheart. Say you don’t want us and we’ll let you be—maybe.” I clenched my fists. I wanted to tell them to fuck off—but my traitorous body? It was already betraying me.  My skin burned. My heart raced. My thighs clenched against the insufferable ache they caused just by existing. I lifted my chin, ignoring the heat curling low in my stomach. “I don’t—” “Liar.” The single word came from Xade, who had been silent until now. He was sitting in the professor’s chair, his crystal blue eyes burning into mine. He didn’t have to touch me. His voice alone was enough to undo me. He smirked, tilting his head. “You can fight it all you want, little wolf. But we can smell it.” Axel’s fingers traced the pulse at my throat. “Your heart’s pounding.” Kai’s lips brushed my ear. “Your body’s betraying you, love.” Dristan exhaled slowly, his gaze locked onto mine like a predator savouring its prey. “Your scent doesn’t lie, mate.” Fuck. My entire body was on fire. My legs trembled. My wolf purred in my head, eager to submit. I wouldn’t. I couldn’t. So, I did the only thing I could—I shoved Axel back, spun around, and tried to escape. I didn’t make it. Kai grabbed my wrist, yanking me back into his chest. I gasped, my palms slamming against his rock-solid torso. His golden eyes burned into mine. “Where do you think you’re going?” Axel was behind me now, his fingers sliding under my jaw, forcing my head up. “We’re not done with you, sweetheart.” Dristan smirked. “Not even close, mate.” "We're just getting started," Xade drawled. I was trapped. Caged. And the worst part? I didn’t want to run. ***************** Disclaimer: Cover mine, kindly do not use or replicate. Instagram: Baevidaa Join me on Discord: https://discord.gg/68t5Pv3Gmn BaeVida#7176

Five years of marriage filled with love and devotion, she exhausted herself day and night for him, only to meet a tragic end unwillingly. Upon rebirth, she throws a divorce paper in front of him, "Divorce!" "Fine!" The man, enraged, slams the table and makes a call to the secretary. Five minutes later, Aurelia Shaw receives a message on her phone, "Mason Nightshade, are you crazy! Why did you transfer all your assets to my name?!" The man pretends to be pitiful and loosens his tie, "Wife, I'm now penniless, please take me in." Damn~! Can someone tell her why this guy seems like a completely different person after her rebirth! (This is a dual rebirth story. When the reincarnated female lead encounters the reincarnated male lead, the cold male turns into a warm loyal puppy. In the past life, you ignored my love; in this life, the male lead starts a long journey of tirelessly pursuing, loving, and pampering his wife with no limits.)

Join the discord: https://discord.gg/Wrn5DNvD ---- 'Nina?' The thought hit me before I even really processed who it was. Nina Shoka from my class. She was just walking along, probably listening to music, totally unaware that this car had lost control and was sliding right toward her. I didn't think about it. Didn't weigh the pros and cons or consider my options. My legs just started moving. I dropped my phone and sprinted toward her. The car was maybe three seconds away from hitting her when I slammed into her side, pushing her as hard as I could toward the sidewalk. She went flying, landing hard on the concrete but definitely out of the car's path. Me? Not so lucky. The impact felt like getting hit by a train. One second I was pushing Nina to safety, the next I was flying through the air. Then I hit the ground and everything went wrong at once. I couldn't move my legs. Couldn't really move much of anything, actually. There was this weird warm feeling spreading across my chest and stomach, and when I tried to breathe, it felt like drowning. 'Well, this sucks,' I thought, staring up at the sky. 'Guess that's what I get for being a hero.' My vision started getting all swimmy and weird, but I could make out Nina crawling over to me. She had pulled out her earbuds and there were tears streaming down her face. "Why did you do that?" she kept asking, over and over. "Why would you do that?" I wanted to shrug, but my shoulders weren't really cooperating. It seemed pretty obvious to me - she was in trouble, so I helped. That's what you do, right? Nothing fancy about it. She was talking to me, saying my name a lot. I didn't realize she even knew my name, to be honest. We had been in the same class for like three months and I don't think we had ever actually had a conversation. "Kofi, stay with me, okay?" she was saying. "You're gonna be fine. The ambulance is coming."

He’s her assistant. Loyal. Obedient. Untouchable. Victoria Sharp built her tech empire from scratch. She's rich, ruthless, and always in control. No scandals, no distractions—especially not from a certain devastatingly attractive executive assistant with bewitching eyes and a voice that could ruin her in seconds. James Mitchell has worked under Victoria for three years, hiding his desire behind professionalism and perfect ties. He knows the rules. He respects her boundaries. But when she starts breaking her own, James isn’t sure how long he can keep pretending he doesn’t want her. What begins as subtle tension—lingering stares, coffee with hidden meanings, after-hours “accidental” meetings—spirals into something hotter, darker, and far more dangerous. She’s used to power. He’s used to silence. But neither of them is ready for obsession. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "If you want these lips, then earn them." James's words hung in the air between them, transforming the atmosphere in Victoria's office from tense confrontation to something entirely unprecedented. Victoria sat frozen in her chair, her lips still parted in silent shock, her mind struggling to process what had just transpired. Earn them. The phrase echoed in her thoughts, foreign and disorienting. "If you want to keep tasting these lips, then you'll have to woo me." The additional statement landed like a second shockwave. Woo him? Victoria Sharp didn't woo anyone. ------------- "Victoria, what are you—" James words died in his throat as he felt the warm, wet heat of her tongue against his exposed chest. Victoria had found the gap in his shirt and was licking his skin with deliberate, erotic slowness that made his entire body go rigid with shock and arousal. The sensation was unlike anything James had ever experienced—raw and intimate and so unexpected that it short-circuited his ability to think coherently. Victoria's tongue was warm and soft against his skin, tracing patterns that sent bolts of electricity straight to his core. This was madness, she knew that. But she was past caring about sanity or propriety or any of the rules that had governed her life up until this moment. All she cared about was the man in her arms and the way he made her feel like she was coming alive for the first time in years. Her tongue found the small mole on under his right eye, and she felt James's entire body shudder at the contact. "I love that mole on you," she whispered against his skin, her voice husky with desire. James's eyes slammed shut at the intimate contact, his body betraying him as a soft groan escaped his lips. The sensation of Victoria's tongue on his face was so unexpected, so boldly sensual, that his pulse hammering against his throat. "I will do as you say, James," she said, her voice husky with desire and determination. "I will woo you." The words sent a jolt of satisfaction through James's system, but it was her next statement that made his breath catch. "However, you should know that I am very territorial." "You just sit down, look effortlessly handsome, and prepare to be wooed," she said, her voice carrying all the authority of a woman who was used to getting exactly what she wanted. "Remember, James," she said, her voice dropping to a whisper that somehow managed to carry more authority than any shout ever could. "You are mine." The declaration hung between them like a brand, marking him as surely as if she'd physically claimed him. Enemies-to-lovers tension CEO x Executive Assistant Office slow-burn with high heat Obsession, betrayal, and emotional redemption One woman who’s never been owned—and the man she can’t control If you love dominant heroines breaking their own rules, devoted but strong men, and drama that keeps you breathless, then be ready to be will consumed.

Shera, Earth's undefeated martial god, lived his life hiding behind the mask of a quiet high school dropout—until a freak lightning strike teleports him into Shambala, a fantastical realm of swords, sorcery, and political chaos. With his real strength unleashed, Shera becomes an unstoppable force—and an unwilling legend. But what starts as a solo journey turns into a chaotic web of romance, loyalty, and secrets as powerful women and men from across nations fall for his charm, kindness, and sheer overwhelming power. From princesses to assassins, queens to cursed priestesses, Shera gathers a diverse harem of Indian-named heroines—each with emotional scars and deep personal arcs. In a world ruled by guilds, nations, monsters, and gods—Shera’s name becomes synonymous with salvation. Every battle, every romantic moment, every betrayal, and every lustful encounter pushes Shera closer to a destiny none could imagine. This is not just a power fantasy. This is the greatest Isekai war epic, the ultimate romantic action-drama, and the sexiest damn saga Webnovel has ever seen.

He was a nobody, as long as he remembered. Marrying into a wealthy family was a reward for saving an old man years back. But the moment the old man died, tables turned, and not in Nathan’s favor. Everyone hated him, including his wife. They scorned him and reduced him to a servant. Then one day, his wife slammed the divorce papers in front of him and said, “You never really had a place in this family, much less, in my heart. Sign the papers and get your pathetic self out of this place. I and the father of my unborn child need to start a family.” The woman he had not touched was sleeping with another man, and she was so proud, slapping her infidelity in his face. Nathan took that as the last blow. He signed the papers and left with nothing but the dirty, torn clothes he wore. Wandering on the street, he heard an alarming scream from a girl calling for help. Without thinking, he confronted the bunch of goons assaulting the lady. But who was a weak, ravenous man against the trained and armed goons? He tried his best, managed to help the girl escape, but that left him lifeless… Except that a strange miracle happened. His blood touched a ring he always wore… Memories came rushing in in waves… Revelations jogged his memory, bringing his identity and everything he stood for to realization. He stormed back to life with a fire that would leave his enemies bleeding.

#HAREM, #R18, #ECCHI, #SMUT #ROMANCE [WARNING] ****** /THIS NOVEL CONTAINS TOO MUCH EXPLICT SEXUAL CONTENT, CURSE LANGUAGE **** * ** ******* * **** AUDIENCE DISCRETION IS ADVISED "Willa. Man, that girl. Picture perfect. Like, the kind of perfect that made my teenage hormones throw a full-blown rave every time she walked by. My nightly 'Willa fantasies' were legendary, let's just say. Pure, unadulterated, mind-melting… yeah, you get the picture. So, picture this: me, late for class, scrambling through the hallway like a greased pig. BAM! I slam into someone. Willa. And, oh boy, did I get a show. Turns out, she was going commando. A major, major wardrobe malfunction. And let's just say my body decided to throw its own mini celebration. Instant bulge. Visible. Obvious. Her eyes went wide, a mix of surprise and… was that a smirk? My blood was pumping like a jackhammer. I tried to play it cool, slinking back to my seat in the back. But guess who decided to join me? Willa, blushing like she'd just won the lottery. My heart beating hard. Was she into me? Was this my lucky day? Look, I'm not gonna lie. This isn't some deep, philosophical journey. It's about girls. Hot girls. And, yeah, a harem. Because why settle for one goddess when you can have a whole pantheon? But Willa… she's different. She's the OG fantasy. So, the question is, can I juggle a whole crew and still keep my eyes on the prize? Can I have my cake and eat it too, or will Willa make me choose? Stay tuned, because this is gonna get wild." ----------------------- #HAREM, #R18, #ECCHI, #SMUT #ROMANCE ------------------------ [PLEASE NOTE] [THERE'S NOT A SINGLE NTR IN THIS NOVEL UNLIKE THE FIRST ONE.] ---::--------------- Show some support by:- 49 comments= 1 extra chapter. 50 power stone= 1 extra chapter 20 Golden tickets= 1 extra chapter. 1 magic Castle= 7 extra chapter. Thanks you.

From being a sex slave to the mafia lord’s favourite, follow the story of Mina Angel, from being a sassy girl to the mafia lord princess. Aaron Vertercio, the mafia Lord took a liking to Mina, he’d do anything for Mina to be his sex slave, even if he had to make Mina and her sick mom homeless and suffer. “What, I woke up like this” Mina said. “ Go back and change princess!” Aaron growled “ Why?” Aaron walked towards her, the aura was enough to send a shiver down someone's spine Mina was slammed against the wall, and Aaron locked her in his arms “Remember this, you are mine and mine alone”. You can follow me on Discord; _Mckenzie_

In his previous life, Seo Hae-jin was a tyrant feared across realms—a villain whose name was synonymous with extinction. But when death finally claimed him, he did not find oblivion. Instead, he awoke reborn in a decaying magical world—armed with a glitched Sovereign Devouring System, and a mark burned into his palm: the Symbol of Dominion. From the body of a forsaken human child, he began again. At his command, countless black larvae hatched—creatures no larger than an insect, yet destined to evolve into horrors that would drown entire civilizations. These bugs devour everything—flesh, mana, memory—and grow without limit. He feels no pity. No remorse. No hope for redemption. As empires crumble and heroes die screaming, a single truth spreads across the stars: The Sovereign of Devouring has returned. He is no man. No god. No monster. He is extinction itself.

"Really? Sweets? You're taking this 'food is the way to a man's heart' a little too seriously." Kwon sneered. He went to grab a cookie from the pile but Luna moved the plate away from him. He raised an eyebrow, probably thinking that she was acting childish. Reaching with his left hand, he made a move toward the plate. What she didn't see was that his right hand was in position with the plate moving right towards it. "Better luck next time." He smiled as he took a bite of the heart-shaped cookie. Adam came back and grabbed another cookie. As he ate, he looked around. "No water?" An idea hit Luna. She fished in her bag for the spare love potion that she had stored in a water bottle. It was completely full and the lid was tightened enough that it could pass as a brand new, unused bottle that she just got out of the machine. "Here you go. I just happened to have an extra." He gratefully accepted the water then he and Kwon walked off toward the coach. Luna slammed the plate into the arms of a confused Carl. It worked. The plan actually worked. She was so excited that she could start dancing at any moment. "Don't celebrate just yet." Isaac pointed to where Adam and Kwon stood talking to the coach. Kwon unscrewed the lid to his water and took a drink. Fear seeped into her. She was positive that Kwon did not have a water with him earlier. She looked down at Adam's hands and saw that he no longer had the bottle filled with love potion. "No!" . . . "Luna? Why are you looking at me like that?" Kwon asked, his expression turning funny the longer she stayed silent. "Why were you watching me?" Why did she ask that question?! There were a million questions floating in her head, and that one wasn't anywhere near the top ten. Kwon unfolded himself from the wheel. Running a hand down his face, he avoided her gaze by looking out the window. "Because it's hard to not watch you." His voice was steady even though he had seemed reluctant to answer her.

“Alpha Troy! Over here!” I yelled, raising my hand for help. I was under attack by a monster while saving my mates. The four of them heard me cry out as the creature clawed me and slammed me against the wall. “Help me!” I gasped, but their attention shifted when a soft cry came from the other side. It was Oriana, the gentle princess and a warrior, a combination most men lusted after. But not my mates. They were in my troupe, my friends, my lovers. We shared a bed, a bond. I knew they would save me. “Ohhh! I’m going to die,” she whimpered again, though she could have stood up easily. The monster’s focus was on me. “Yorick!” I screamed, reaching for another of my mates, struggling to escape, my leg tangled in silver chains. My mates looked at me and then at her—and I saw it. The shine of love in their eyes. In a heartbeat, they ran to her. My heart slowed. Tears welled up. Oriana had warned me: when it came down to it, they would choose her. She told me they only used me to pass time in the dorm room because I agreed for gangbang while other she-wolves did not. And now, right before my eyes, they were leaping into battle—for her. “We’ll come back for you, don’t worry,” Haiden shouted, as if that erased the betrayal. At that moment, the monster turned back to me. And I knew there would be no saving me. So I prayed they’d live long enough to regret their choice. --- Clementine had spent her life as the insufferable daughter of an alpha—tough, rebellious, and uninterested in love, especially in a world where male wolves were allowed multiple mates. Tired of her attitude, her stepmother forced her into an academy built to train fighters against deadly monsters. On her first day, Clementine was shocked to find her roommates were the worst people from her past: -Alpha Yorick, her bitter ex-boyfriend -Alpha Troy, her ex–best friend who believed she betrayed him -Alpha Haiden, the bully who had made her life hell -And Alpha Ian, her former cellmate who thought she manipulated him into punishment They all seemed to want revenge. But when they fought side by side on the battlefield, something strange happened–Clementine felt a mate bond with all of them. At first, things turned steamy. Hatred became desire. Tension turned into passion. But then, Clementine saw the truth: when it came down to it, they would always choose someone else over her. To them, she had only ever been a distraction, a toy to share and throw away.

A boy who has forgotten even his own name, hating humanity and its civilization that reeks of lies, is raised by the ruthless yet honest laws of the forest. For him, life is synonymous with survival; his philosophy is pragmatism, his weapon is raw instinct. This one-man kingdom is shaken by an ancient, moon-white tree he discovers in the heart of the forest. The spiritual fruits it offers promise a chance to "ascend," but the boy's nature is not to trust, but to test. This mistrust culminates in him witnessing the creation of a monstrous abomination (Yaoguai) when he experiments on an innocent animal with the pure, uncontrolled life energy (Qi). Forced to consume the fruit himself to defeat the beast, he is driven to the brink of madness, attaining a flawed yet overwhelming power through a Qi Deviation (Qi Zou Ru Mo). Unable to contain this new, wild power, his body pushes him to create his own hell. Without a master or a technique, guided only by pain and the will to survive, he begins a journey of superhuman Body Cultivation (Tixiū). His ultimate goal is not to accept the ancient tree as a gift, but to uproot it like a prize, to possess the very source of his power. The tree's mental assaults on him reveal fragmented memories of a manor in flames and a sorrowful lullaby, hinting that a personal tragedy lies at the root of his hatred for humanity. His journey takes him to the fringes of civilization, to the Thunderclap Peaks. Here, he chooses the Path of the Rock to tame his power and, in the process, makes his first contact with established Cultivator Sects who become aware of his existence. This encounter transforms him from a mere beast into a strategist who uses pawns for his own gain. "Zarziyan: The Price of Ascension" is not just a story of empowerment, but a saga of a lonely soul searching for his identity, confronting the ghosts of his past, and in the process, transforming from a monster to a king, and perhaps even to a god. It is the tale of a conqueror forging his own path with blood and steel in a world beyond good and evil, where absolute will and power are the only law.

In the city of Aurelis, perfection is not aspiration-it is law. Emotion is an error. Laughter is noise. A shoelace undone is a declaration of humanity-a term now synonymous with flawed. Eira was born into flawlessness but lives in quiet defiance. She smiles when no one is looking. She wonders why her heart aches when her parents pass by without recognition. She remembers... and she shouldn't. When a strange boy-Kael-appears with eyes that still carry grief, Eira's secret world begins to unravel. Their bond isn't revolution. It's worse: it's connection. In Aurelis, that's enough to be erased. As surveillance tightens and the lines between memory and programming blur, Eira must confront the truth: Maybe being human isn't the flaw. Maybe it's the cure.

Due to the sudden opening of dimensional gates, massive earthquakes tore through the Earth. A deep, unearthly sound cracked across the sky — as if the world itself had been struck by a sledgehammer. The stars flickered, then vanished behind creeping waves of ash and violet light. But inside a secluded estate tucked behind electronic gates and manicured hedges, the world still slept. Ryan stirred beneath the sheets, tangled in warmth. Jane Blackwood lay beside him, her breath calm and even. For a fleeting moment, the illusion held. Then— Bang! Bang! Bang! “Ryan!” Maggi’s voice, sharp with panic. A second slam, louder. “Open the door! Now!” Ryan groaned, still half-dreaming. “What the hell’s going on…” He slid out of bed, eyes heavy, limbs slow. When he opened the door, Eleanor nearly collapsed into him. Her hands were streaked with blood, her eyes wild. “They’re here,” she whispered, “They’re here,” she whispered. “The sky cracked open and the Dimensional gate from… Monsters are pouring out as they are tearing apart humans — Ryan, this isn’t a dream. This is real. It’s happening.” He turned, pulse hammering. “Get dressed. We’re leaving for the bunkers.” Outside, the world had ended. And the dead had begun to rise. He reached for his clothes, yanking on a shirt. But just as he stepped toward the hallway. The ceiling of the household collapses on their bodies and they died instantly but the pendant given to him by his mother started flickering and next second, In the world unlike Earth, Ryan instantly opens eyes with a gasp and when he sees himself in the mirror. He got reincarnated in another world. Disclaimer : This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, events, and incidents are the products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. Thank you !.

Died once? Unlucky. Died twice? Suspicious. Got dumped into a new world as a six-year-old chakra-deficient orphan? Now that’s just rude. Meet our unlucky protagonist: once a modern-day rich guy with a loving wife, two kids, and a garage full of mid-life-crisis cars—until fate slammed the brakes with a truck. Reincarnated again in a world where everyone can absorb chakra from the air like free Wi-Fi… except him. Yep, our boy’s basically running a cultivation emulator on potato specs. But fate's not completely cruel—he’s gifted a Tutorial System by a fed-up god who’s tired of watching him die like an NPC. The catch? It nags more than a grandma and upgrades slower than a government app. With a half-drunken master who forgets mid-lesson, a world where punching mountains is normal, and a chakra system locked tighter than grandma’s candy jar, can our accidental cultivator rise to greatness? Or will he die a third time—this time from embarrassment? Brace yourself for absurd power levels, epic fights, weirdly wise drunkards, and the slowest glow-up in cultivation history. This isn't your usual "chosen one" tale—

This story is kind of based on the Arthurian legend. ******* He was called many things. Bastard, the False King, The Traitor, Treacherous Knight. Sir Mordred was a villain, one who according to the prophecy of the grand wizard Merlin, would destroy the kingdom of King Arthur Pendragon. And he did but at the cost of his life. As he lay dying on the bloody ground of Camlann after the mighty clash between him and Arthur, a bloody tear fell down his face. All he wanted was to be acknowledged by his father but all the things he did eventually led to disaster. Now with death’s cold hands grasping him, he hoped for a short peace before the fiery rings of hell. But that was not the end of his journey. ******* “Hold up.” “What is that infernal noise?” “Oh my goodness! It's driving me crazy! And it's not stopping!” Mordred sprang awake, slamming his fist on the digital alarm clock on the nightstand. 'What in Merlin's Beard is happening!?', he thought when he realized something. Well, a lot of things. First of all. How the heck is he alive? Second. What is a digital alarm? That's when memories that didn't belong to him flooded his head. They felt familiar but everything was wrong. How the heck is Morgan Le Fay his sister? She was his aunt! And how is the wizard Merlin so young! “Oh. I get it now”. He, Sir Mordred has been reborn in the body of a different version of himself, in a modern and futuristic world where he is the youngest son of Arthur Pendragon. But even in this world, He is the hated son of the High King. "Now what?", Mordred realized that the world he is in now is different from his previous one, with the only familiar details being the names of the people he knew. “Oh? Are you still reading?” Mordred smiled, looking at the readers. “Well, how about you join me on this new crazy journey in a crazy new world of heroes, villains, monsters, and even gods?” “Are you ready?” "Let's go!" ********************************************** The story is loosely based on the Arthurian legend. I am only using the popular names but the plot is different. The story is purely fictional with a few things from the actual legend being incorporated along with some stuff from other popular works. The characters may have different personalities from the original ones from the legend. There will also be names that may seem quite familiar as well. The cover image doesn't belong to me. Please check out my other work: The First Deviation.

Luna Lethal, a name synonymous with fear and power, ruled both the underworld and the elite circles of society. Orphaned young, she rose through treachery to become a master of manipulation and skill. Yet, her reign ended in betrayal—a laboratory explosion claimed her life. To the world, her death was a tragedy; to her enemies, a cause for celebration. But Luna awakens in the body of Aurora Smith, a neglected and ridiculed child despised by her adoptive family. Stripped of her former strength but not her will, Luna faces a choice: seek revenge for Aurora’s mistreatment or forge a new path. As her sharp mind and unyielding spirit transform Aurora’s life, shadows of Luna’s past resurface. Loyal followers sense her presence, while old enemies seek to destroy her again. Torn between vengeance and a fresh start, Luna must confront her identity. Is she still the Devil of the underworld, or can she find peace in a second chance at life? *****This book contains graphic violence, explicit sexual content, and mature themes that may be disturbing to some readers. It is intended for adult audiences (18+) only.****** ****Discretion is strongly advised.****

Destiny Ganzon is the epitome of a perfect heiress. She is beautiful, intelligent, and doted by her father, Alejandro, the Real Estate Magnate of the country, until one day, her mother died, and everything changed when his father remarried. Excerpt: A loud smack! "How dare you ruin my reputation, Destiny?" Alejandro asked after he slapped his daughter. That was the first time he used force on his only hier. "Dad, you have to believe me, it wasn't true, you raised me well. Do you think I will do something like that?" She asked back, caressing her beautiful face. "No, this time I had enough of your lies; your stepmother was right; you are only a nuisance and only bring shame to our family!" He angrily responded. "I had warned you. I will disinherit you. You will not receive even a single cent from me, and you must leave this house right now, or else I will ask the guards to drag you out!" He added before he turned his heels and walked away from his study with the loud slamming of the door. One scandal led to another, and what she couldn't accept was her first love and childhood sweetheart, Red Galvez, was part of their betrayal. Destiny's world crumbled, and she couldn't believe her stepmother and stepsister finally succeeded in planning her downfall. With a broken heart and no choice, Destiny left their mansion and lived an ordinary life with her nanny, the only person who never left her side. She pretended to forget her old life and started living and embracing the mundane world. Still, she promised herself that she would do everything to make her enemies, including Red, pay the price of their betrayal. But it was more complicated than she thought since her father was brainwashed with his wife and stepdaughter, and they made her life a living hell. Years later, Destiny met Red again, and he was still the same hot and gorgeous. On top of that, her ex became one of the highest-paid attorneys in the country. All unwanted memories came rushing back to her. Destiny hated him with all her heart, but Red promised to help her win back what was rightfully hers. Can Destiny forgive Red and trust the hottest attorney to claim back her inheritance without breaking her heart?

"A Hundred Million!" Mrs. Susan slammed the poker down. “Even if we sold all your organs, you wouldn't be worth that much! And yet you’re refusing to marry into a rich family?” Jennifer stood quietly as Susan sneered. “If your father and I hadn’t bought you back, you’d be in some mountain village birthing kids for a poor farmer. You should be grateful!” ______ Jennifer learnt she was adopted the day her “parents” had Sonia. From then on, she’d become nothing but a maid, until they dumped her in a village. Now they’d brought her back, not out of love, but to marry Sonia’s fiancé, who’d fallen into a coma and gone blind. Sonia refused. They needed a substitute. They needed to swap brides. Jennifer was about to refuse, until she heard the name: Colton Redford. The boy she saved from a fire when she was little. The one who had promised to marry her. She accepted the marriage. For a year, she gave everything to help him recover. When he finally woke up, the first thing he asked for… was a divorce. "You’re not the one I want to spend my life with." Crushed, Jennifer learned his heart belonged to Sonia. Now, she must decide. Will she accept the divorce and walk away or will she fight for their marriage, despite knowing his heart belongs to someone else?