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EXCERPT: “How did you get past the guards and track me to my private residence?” Lucien asked Meret. “A magician never reveals her secrets.” “You’re not a magician. You’re a thief.” “That’s a bit rude.” She raised a brow. “I’m sure there are friendlier synonyms. Like…‘unauthorized relocation specialist’?” “Thief.” he repeated, deadpan. ****************** She stole from him but He doesn’t want the art back… he wants her. ~~ Meret Quinn is a professional thief, known for vanishing without a trace and never leaving behind more than a calling card that nobody has ever managed to trace. She steals high-value artifacts for the thrill, not the money. Trust is a weakness to her and love is a liability she left behind a long time ago. But her latest job puts her on the radar of Lucien Moretti, a mafia billionaire with a taste for control and a reputation for never letting anyone get away with crossing him. He was supposed to make her disappear. Instead, he took something she actually cared about — her dog, Cray Cray. A secret no one was ever supposed to know. Now, if she wants him back, she has to play his game. One house. One lie. One string of impossible missions designed to flush out his enemies. And one condition she never expected: she has to pose as his fiancée until the job is done. She hates every second. He enjoys every minute. But pretending to be wanted by a man like him starts to blur lines — especially when he whispers things in her ear… and means them. Neither of them is used to losing. But obsession doesn’t play fair. CONTENT WARNING: This story is strongly 18+. It delves into dark romance themes such as obsession, control, lust, and manipulation, with morally complex characters navigating dangerous desires. While this is a love story, reader discretion is advised.

Born into a lower middle class family, Ace Lander grew up being told there was a simple formula for success: get an education, graduate, and work hard to build a prosperous future. But that formula failed him during the final stretch of his senior year when a local gang targeted him, putting everything he had and was building towards at risk. Trapped and desperate, Ace felt his life spiraling out of control—until Ria Hart, a fellow classmate, discovering Ace's innate aptitude to become a Curse Master, a being capable of wielding curse energy and abilities but haunted by Curselings, took pity and introduced him to the secret world hidden beneath the mundane surface of their world, the World of Curses. Awakening as a Curse Master, Ace discovers he possesses an extraordinary innate curse tool: the Cursed Toybox. This tool comes with a unique class, Toymancer, granting Ace powers unlike any curse master the world has seen before. The Cursed Toybox allows him to animate and actualize toys, transforming them into powerful, living beings bound to his will. From overpowered heroes to legendary gods, any toy that falls into Ace's Cursed Toybox springs to life with powers beyond one's imagination but bound to him in eternal servitude. Armed with his Toy Summons, Ace must navigate the perilous world of curses, protect his loved ones, and reclaim control of his destiny before the gang—and the darkness of the hidden world—consume him entirely. [ — Status Screen — > Your Cursed Toybox is animating the doll 'Silicone Sailor Stella' as a toy summons… > Your Cursed Toybox has animated the doll 'Silicone Sailor Stella.' > Toy summon 'Silicone Sailor Stella' added to your toy space. > Toymancer can now summon Sailor Stella. Summoning Toy Summons... Name: Stella Race: Curse Tool Class: Toy summon Title: Silicone Sailor Durability: (100/100) Enchantment: 1-Star Individuality: (100/100) Curse Energy Consumption: 5 units per hour Skills: Toy Actualization, Seamanship, Armed Security, Adult Gratification. Toy Actualization: Bring Toy Summons' original character design and skills to existence when they are animated based on their individuality stats. Addition Effect: Toy Physiology. Seamanship: Expertise in navigation, sailing, and ship handling alongside wilderness survival, first aid, and emergency procedures. Armed Security: Proficiency in the use of small arms and other naval weaponry with training in close quarters combat, surveillance, and counterintelligence. Adult Gratification: Creatively addressing emotional, mental, and physical needs of Toymancer till gratification.] "Cursed armies, Curselings, and Curse slaves are nothing—I've got a Toy legion of overpowered action figures and unrealistically beautiful silicone goddess." ~Toymancer Join the saga of the Toymancer's rise to become the Strongest Curse Master.

He won her in a bidding war. She expected chains. Instead, he offered chaos—and something dangerously close to freedom. Anastasia was raised in the temple, carved from childhood with sacred runes—each one a blood-soaked tribute to the gods she never chose. A weapon. A symbol. A prize passed from hand to hand. When the temples auction her off, she’s prepared to survive whatever comes next. She’s not prepared for him. Malvor, the God of Chaos, is all smirks and swagger, crowned in mischief and dressed like temptation itself. But beneath the theatrics is a man hiding his own scars—some emotional, some eternal. He doesn’t want obedience. He wants fire. Challenge. Her. And Anastasia? She’s done playing the part of the willing doll. She’s dangerous, defiant, and not afraid to bite the hand that tries to claim her. Now, caught in a realm where illusions have teeth and gods play games with mortal lives, the only thing more reckless than trusting Malvor… is falling for him. This isn’t a love story. It’s healing wrapped in heat. It’s trauma, chaos, and slow, aching desire. And it starts with a girl who was never meant to survive— But did. And came back sharper.

I used to think obsessive male leads were kind of hot. You know, the intense stares, the undying devotion, the way they’d burn the world for the woman they love? Swoon, right? Wrong. That fantasy went up in smoke the moment I woke up in the body of Sonia Mitford. The heroine of The Crimson Devotion. The first obsessive romance fantasy novel I ever read. The one that ended on a mysterious hiatus. The one with Marius Wittelsbach, a charming, possessive psychopath who thinks an ankle shackle is a love language. Now I’m trapped in a velvet-draped prison, shackled to a bedpost like some porcelain doll in a gothic fairytale. And Marius? He’s worse than I remembered. Sweet, soft-spoken, and utterly unhinged. "You don’t need to be afraid. I’ll take care of you." Translation: I’ll murder anyone who blinks in your direction and serve you tea over their corpse. "Anyone who bothers you... anyone who looks at you the wrong way... I’ll get rid of them for you." I thought I was playing the role just fine. Smiling. Nodding. Pretending not to be horrified. But then, plot twist. Alessio Slovene, the forgettable side character, walks in looking like a golden retriever knight and drops this bomb: he’s actually the crown prince in disguise. And he’s been investigating Marius. Finally, a lifeline. Maybe. Because people are vanishing. The body count is rising. And every time Marius kisses my forehead and calls me “Nia,” I feel one step closer to becoming the tragic heroine in a blood-soaked love story. Obsessive male leads aren’t dreamy. They’re terrifying. And I might be in way over my head.

When the world became a landscape for a game, human beings all became dolls who no longer moved nor breathed, frozen like items on display in a shelf. In the beginning, Bai Youwei thought this was an alien prank. Nobody knew why humans suddenly became dolls. That was until they were all gathered together and sucked into a bright fog before being greeted by a mechanical voice, "Ding! Welcome to the Game of Dolls! The rules are as follows: 1. Refusing to play the game will result in dollification! 2. Failure to beat the game will result in dollification! 3. Beating the game to win a doll!" Bai Youwei walks into the embrace of Shen Mo trembling. "I'm scared, I'm just a weak little girl..." Shen Mo takes her hand, places it on his abs and says, "Now you don't have to be scared anymore!" The game systems starts ringing in the background, "Alert! Alert! Please respect the game and focus! No dating inside the game!" This is a story of how an intelligent and calm young lady works with a boy with nothing but a hot bod to beat the impossible Game of Dolls!

“They were never meant to meet.” He was chaos, bound in skin. She was light, born to obey. He walked among mortals for centuries, hiding behind empires, sins, and charm. She came to Earth for a mission. Silent. Watchful. Pure. But all it took was one moment. A single touch. A flicker of something neither of them understood. And in that instant… He took her grace. She stole his mark. The balance shattered. Heaven roared. Hell recoiled. And the world tilted just slightly off its axis. Now, the angel bears a demon’s scar. The demon glows with celestial light. And the war they never asked for is already in motion. All because of a forbidden crossing— A love that rewrote the rules. Now… nothing is sacred. Not even the divine. --- The room was silent. Sterile. White. Too white. Not the white of purity, but the cold, soulless kind that hummed beneath fluorescent lights and stank of antiseptic. Somewhere deep inside private medical wing, behind three layers of biometric locks, Abaddon stood alone in front of a floor-length mirror. His once black eyes were now a piercing, iridescent silver — unsettling in their calmness. His skin, once laced with ancient scars, now glowed faintly, like the after-burn of celestial fire. But he still wore black. He still moved like smoke. And on his wrist — where the inverted cross used to burn like a curse — now sat a thin, radiant upright cross that pulsed with divine energy. His fingers twitched. His jaw clenched. Something was wrong. Terribly, impossibly wrong. A soft rustle behind him. The sheets moved. He turned. Purity was waking up on the medical bed — face pale, long hair tangled in every direction, her lips slightly parted as she sat up groggily. But her presence… wasn’t the same. Her skin had lost its glow — replaced by a pallid, shadow-touched hue. Her once pristine robes clung to her in darker shades, and when she looked up at him… her pupils flickered. Not white. Not gold. Red. Abaddon moved before she could speak. In one motion, his hand clamped around her neck — not choking, but stopping her. Lifting her off the bed like a paper doll. His voice was ice: “What did you do?” Purity’s feet dangled above the floor. She didn’t fight — just blinked, her lips trembling with something dangerously close to guilt. The room was deathly still. Only the heart monitor beeped softly in the background. Then— The door burst open. A blinding surge of celestial wind swept through the room, flaring papers, rattling the IV stand. Abaddon didn’t look. He didn’t need to. With a grunt of fury, he threw Purity aside like trash — her body crashing against the mirror. Glass shattered, raining down around her as she hit the ground hard. Silence. She coughed. Slowly sat up amid the shards, blood pooling from a cut on her shoulder. But her voice — it didn’t tremble. It didn’t beg. Just quiet. And full of the storm she'd never meant to start. “I can explain.”

She was the perfect daughter, shaping herself into whatever they wanted her to be. A flawless doll. A beautiful mask. She learned every smile, every move, playing her part without a single mistake, because this part of her life wasn’t hers... it was theirs. But not forever. One day, she would break free. No one would control her future or tell her who to become. She would be the one writing her own story. Yet, just as her plans were finally falling into place, everything started to crumble. One problem after another, surprises she never saw coming, and people who kept showing up in her life, no matter how many times she tried to push them away. Her life had always been hard, but these sudden changes pulled her into a storm she never asked for, making her question the very path she thought she was set on. Like a caterpillar fighting to build its cocoon, she is struggling to change. But deep down, she knows that once she breaks free, she will be a butterfly, ready to rise and fly higher than ever before. … “Let me tell you now, your kindness? I don’t need it. What you offer? I don’t want it. And a piece of advice, be careful with your kindness. It might bring pain to those you wish to protect, rather than support.” She turned her back, leaving him standing there, watching her retreat into the distance. … "Because I was like her once—filled with guilt. Those were the words I needed to hear, the ones I gave up hoping for long ago." He looked at her, his gaze softening with sympathy. “And you don’t seem like someone who’s ready to free herself from that guilt.” “Someday, maybe. But not yet. Not just yet.” “When that time comes,” he asked gently. “Will you tell me first?” She paused, meeting his eyes before a faint smile touched her lips. “I suppose I can do that much.” … “Whatever I’ve been through, no matter how difficult, I’m proud of it. I’ll never feel ashamed of the things I’ve done to reach this point.” She cupped his cheek, her touch gentle but firm. “So don’t feel bad for me. Be proud of me. While you weren’t there, you were always on my mind. You gave me the strength to keep going. Remember that.” He leaned into her hand, his voice quiet. “Then tell me… tell me everything you’ve experienced.” Currently 7 chapters a week... Another 2 for every 100 power stones mark... DO ADD "Llaellen's Updates" BOOK IN YOUR LIBRARY TO GET THE LATEST UPDATES ABOUT MY PLANS FROM HERE ON OUT Do read my other stories: SHE'S THAT KNIGHT KNOWN AS ZERO (COMPLETED) VENGEANCE TO THE ROYAL ONES (COMPLETED) COMING FOR THE LAST FOURTEENTH (COMPLETED) RESTARTING CHAPTER BOOK FINALE (COMPLETED) VERACITY OF THE PAST (REUPLOADED ON ETSY - JUST LOOK FOR "Llaellen") REBIRTH: STUBBORNLY FUFILLING A PROMISE (COMPLETED) LEFT BEHIND BY TIME (COMPLETED) LLAELLEN'S UPDATES (NEVER ENDING)

Hi! I’m Rose à Montasia. My dream is to become the best designer in the world. And now, you’re coming along on my journey from being a student, to working as an intern, and maybe… becoming a boss myself! Maybe. Anyway! My life would be so much easier if I weren’t so tangled up with my classmate, Lucas Sterling, who blackmails me into being his girlfriend. Ugh. Who does that?! And then there’s Vincent LeClair — a.k.a. my boss and mastermind who acts like he owns me, like I’m his personal pet! Anyway, see for yourself… enjoy! -Love Rose-

Somewhere deep in the forest of Westward, a shadow lingers. Some say it’s only a myth. A creature made of shadows. A beast… or a demon. Born without a heart. A shadow that manipulates humans. On one cold and lonely night, two creatures appeared. Nemorak and Malvier. They made a bet—a human game. One must make a girl fall in love. The other must kill five people… without getting caught. The prize? The whole town. A girl named Lillian the daughter of a former mayor, who died on a ship, along with his wife. Caught in a game between those two creatures, her kindness twisted the rules. Her kindness made Malvier, also known as Robert, grow a heart… and fall in love. Until the game… was no longer played out of hunger but out of love.

#Modern_Cultivation #NoCP === Original Title: "After my grandmother called me home in my dream, the spiritual energy revived" (Note: Title adapted for tone and readability while preserving the story’s core themes.) === When her great-grandmother departs for reincarnation, Song Miaozhu inherits a family legacy—a mysterious ghost shop in the underworld. The rules? Location: Fengdu City, Yinshui Alley #414 (Hell’s busiest commercial district) Business Model: Sell yang-world goods to ghosts, earn Hell Coins (1:2 exchange rate to RMB—cha-ching!) Perk: The《Secret Art of Paper Crafting》—a craft that bends the boundaries between life and death. Soon, Miaozhu is rolling in cash, flipping underworld riches into a yang-world fortune. But then—the spiritual energy revives. Suddenly, mundane crafts unlock cultivation. Embroidery masters heal terminal illnesses. Elderly men grow black hair overnight. And Miaozhu? Her paper dolls come alive. While others scramble for spiritual energy, she trades Hell Coins for spirit stones—bypassing the struggle entirely. Problem? Sects, governments, and greedy cultivators want to "recruit" her. But Miaozhu hates chains—whether it’s moral guilt-tripping or forced alliances. Her philosophy? "I’ll cultivate my way, earn my riches, and if you disturb my peace—I’ll bury you in my paper "

[MATURE CONTENT] SEXUALLY EXPLICIT CONTENT. Eighteen years ago, blood stained the halls of the Full Moon Gala. The Vampires came slaughtering nearly every wolf shifter at the gala, including the visiting royal family. Blood drenched the earth, and when the carnage ended. Prince Ambrose, soaked in the screams of his people, he rose from the ashes with a single vow: Blood for blood. Eighteen years later, Ambrose is now Alpha King, ruthless, unyielding, and revered by his pack. But his thirst for vengeance never dulled. His target? Princess Odette. Odette isn’t a delicate doll. She’s fire wrapped in silk. Born of power, and unafraid to destroy. Raised by the very monsters that broke him. Ambrose wants to break her. But this princess doesn't break easily. Captured. Kidnapped. Claimed. The girl he wanted to destroy becomes the woman he can’t stop watching. Touching. Needing. Their bond is dangerous. Twisted. Forbidden. Can love be born of vengeance? What if a terrifying and dangerous threat rises from the shadows? Can a millennia long blood feud be overcome or will they destroy themselves before the enemy even has a chance? Ex: “I missed how you talked back. I can smell the fire burning inside you. Your arousal. It’s strong. Now be a good girl and lie still.” He requested with what sounded like a polite tone but was really just a cover for his sick twisted thrill. “You don’t smell shit from me.” I was getting angry. I know he probably has armed my collar again or I’d throw him across the room and untie myself, give him a piece of my mind. But another part of me. Some twisted sick masochist piece of me wanted to find out how the game was played. He quickly closed the distance between us, reaching to tie the blindfold over me. The minute my vision darkened alarms rang in my head. Every sense was heightened. It was intense and overpowering. “Ever been touched here, by man?” I shook my heads no. He lifted his hand from my skin, and that’s when I realized I’d been holding my breath. He moved to my stomach. “How about here?” I shook my head no. he was driving me crazy, my skin was screaming for more, despite my better judgement, I also wanted more. His warm gentle touch sent a ripple of heat rolling down my back. I desperately wanted to know what yes would mean. My heart was thundering. The pit in my stomach became and ache between my legs. And then hot, soft lips crashed into mine, stealing my breath, it was anything but gentle. It was violent, all consuming, and possessive. Something twisted in me, I opened my mouth like a weak idiot and let him in. Let his tongue explore my mouth. I gave in completely surrendering to him. “You taste far better than I expected.” He sounded almost as breathless as me. I could hear his heart pounding just like mine. He touched my neck next. I nodded yes. Not just because it was true, but because I wanted it. I shouldn’t want it, but I did. Desperately. I wanted to feel the touch of his lips again. And my wish was granted. He bit into my neck softly first and started sucking and kissing on me. A moan escaped me, one I didn’t see coming. The bite at first hurt, but the sucking on my neck eased the pain, sending a jolt of pleasure through me. “Here?” “Princess?” He paused. His hand landed somewhere I should have expected, but for some reason completely forgot. And when his hot hands touched womanhood, my breath hitched. He growled low and possessively asked “And here?”

Ever since he could remember, Choi Do-Woon thought of himself as nothing more than a human doll. Intelligent, yet emotionless, he wandered through a world that never embraced him—until the birth of his younger siblings, who finally taught him what it means to feel, and to live. But when an incurable illness ends his life, he awakens in the body of Lysander Blakesty—one of the three leading villains of the novel he last read, Ways of the Mystic, who is doomed to die by the Prince’s sword. But with knowledge of the novel’s events, and the memories of his past life, Do-Woon is set to change Lysander’s fate… and perhaps discover what it means to be a human being along the way. But who could’ve thought that the choices he would make would spark a romance between him... and the Prince?! | LGBTQ+ | *This is my own original work. No other work was plagiarized, and if so is coincidental. *Credit to the original owner of the covert art *Faster updates on Wattpad

The action takes place on an alternative Earth, which is subject to a system similar to the game one. Here people create characters and bring them into the real world. Creatures appear that could not appear naturally. These are cute animal girls, creepy battle dolls, and also strange animals with antennas that spread a signal that can control other beings.

Deep within the heart of a volcano lies a hidden legacy left behind by ancient sages—awaiting a true heir. In her final moments, his mother risked everything to secure the Seal of the Immortal Crucible—a sacred artifact said to open the path to the fabled Marionette Palace. She entrusted it to her only son, whispering her dying words: > “It is the Buddha-Devil Heart Seal... Whether you walk the path of the Enlightened or the Condemned is yours to choose.” With this seal etched into his soul, Kazen Ren can manifest the Heartbrand Sigil—a mark that grants him mastery over puppet constructs. Where others struggle to control a single lifeless doll, he commands legions with a flick of the wrist. > “Mother… I will not let your sacrifice be in vain. I’ll claim the Immortal Palace. No matter the cost.” From wooden husks to sentient constructs, his creations pulse with uncanny brilliance—mirroring divine will and cosmic law. As ancient relics awaken and sacred bells toll once more, the world shall learn… A new era has begun. The moon trembles, the heavens resonate. And from the shadows rises a master none dare challenge. Revamped

She doesn’t remember who she is. He wants to prove himself. And the Perennial Forest is done waiting. Pecola is blind. But her world is far from dark. Haunted by glowing spirits called Breaths and chased by flickers of forgotten memories, she enters a forest no one returns from—except her. And she has no idea why. Antic is trouble with a smirk. He’s not cursed—just clumsy, chaotic, and not nearly as powerful as the warriors in his realm want him to be. When his family is destroyed by a rival clan, all he wants is revenge... until he meets her. Together, they stumble into a journey neither of them asked for—guided by a porcelain doll with abandonment issues (Dolly), a grim-faced swordsman with secrets (Grin), and the dangerous, sensual magic of a world built on memory, grief, and desire. QUICK PEAK: "Don't move," Antic said, voice low. Pecola froze mid-step. "Why?" "Because," he whispered, eyes locked on her, "if you take one more step in that dress, I might combust." She tilted her head, blank as always. "Combust?" He nodded, nose already bleeding. "Tragically. Violently. With a little sparkle." A beat. Her lip twitched. "You're disgusting." "I'm aware," he said, wiping his face with the back of his hand, "but I'm also charming. And very, very emotionally unstable. So please, keep talking." A ghost screamed in the distance. Neither of them looked.

Lyra is a 21st-century girl from the modern world who accidentally transmigrated into the beast world while swimming. what happens when a gorgeous young girl with golden blonde hair and ocean blue eyes with ivory white skin doll falls into a world where the female population is drastically low. But as she stays in the world, she discovers many secrets about herself which she never imagined. Join her journey in discovering love, heartache, and the real truth of her life. This is my first story please support me and join me on my journey through this story. The cover photo is not mine Contains mature content with many r#18 scenes audience below 16 restrain from reading it. Follow my insta @ruby_rosie_2001

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.****

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.

This is a translated Chinese novel. I am not the author, just translating for fun. Translator: Doyenro (Fan Translate) Author: Zhuang Jiang Alternative universe (AU) She can produce the most terrifying horror films and also create the most profitable commercial films; she can turn artistic films into commercial successes and turn commercial films into artistic achievements. Future critiques of Laila all say that she is synonymous with the Hollywood miracle, one of the greatest directors of all time. She even unintentionally becomes the most skilled photographer and strategist. However, she knows that all of this comes from her biggest secret, which is—she has been reborn! T/N: * The Female Lead(MC) is very patriotic to her old country, so it may be annoying to some people. * The English gets better from chapter 65, the chapters 1 - 65 will be edited soon. * The actors' or actresses' characters may be different from reality. It is just an alternate universal fictional novel. * Alternate History * Contact me if a novel of the same is officially translated so that I can stop. * Original Chinese novel completed. Check out other translated novel *Married to the Demon King, she took the throne via infrastructure. *THE LORD'S LADY FROM THE EAST

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.

#Isekai #DarkFantasy #Psychological #Mystery #KillTheAuthor #ExistentialHorror Reborn as a porcelain doll in the world of his favourite fantasy novel, he's given one mission: kill the author (Perspective 9). with the help of seven other reincarnated soul.

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.

What happens when an idol, renowned as "Prince Visual," is thrust into a marriage with the actual Prince of his country? **Disclaimer:** All establishments, terms, events, and characters featured in this story are entirely fictitious and crafted solely for the sake of entertainment. The story may contain sensitive topics. Royalty is often perceived as synonymous with perfection; however, the facade shatters behind closed doors. The Royal Family Wang, hailed as one of the most unproblematic influential families in the world, maintains its prestige primarily through curated features and polished articles. In truth, their legacy harbors secrets and bitter feuds—once revealed, could incinerate their esteemed reputation. Present at the center is King Wang Jae-Hwan, who, in a bid to secure his lineage’s claim to the throne, chose to marry into an influential Noble family. Beneath the polished exterior, however, lay deep-seated secrets. Although he professed love for his wife, loyalty was a luxury he couldn't afford; he betrayed her on their wedding night, resulting in the birth of a son. Wang Jae-Yul, unaware of his royal heritage, led a life filled with hardship and isolation. The king eventually discovered Jae-Yul, yet the Queen enforced her control that stifled any ambition or desire for power within Jae-Yul, effectively destroying any inclination to fight for the throne. In contrast, the life of an idol is similarly punctuated by high expectations and relentless pressure. The group LUMINA stands as a testament to perseverance, having been meticulously crafted from the ground up by its manager and visionary CEO, Han Eui-Jun. While the competitive landscape in the entertainment industry usually swallows its participants whole, LUMINA carved out a niche and rose to fame, bolstered primarily by its members' impressive backgrounds. Yet, the group’s most formidable asset was none other than the radiant visual and face of LUMINA, dubbed "Prince Visual," Lee Ha-Neul. His captivating charisma and talent created an undeniable draw, securing LUMINA's place in the industry. But the tale unfolds beyond mere struggles and bittersweet endings, as two individuals, who have devoted everything to the pursuit of success, find themselves entwined in a destiny marked by conflict and unexpected encounters. Jae-Yul's life changed when he lost his mother. She, having lived under the shadow of the Queen, made a solemn vow to protect Jae-Yul from the painful truth of his noble lineage, a choice that plunged them both into hardship and concealment. It was only after her untimely death that she unveiled her secrets, leaving behind a letter that detailed everything. Initially consumed with thoughts of revenge against the royal family, Jae-Yul soon realized that his desire would be futile against such powerful enemies. Jae-Yul began to rebuild his life, and through continuous struggle, he found himself standing before the king to reveal the truth. The king, realizing the Queen's influence, employed sufficient pressure on her until she reluctantly agreed to accept Jae-Yul. However, she imposed a strict condition: no one must know of his existence prior to this revelation. Fast forward 8 years, in an unexpected turn, Jae-Yul entered Ha-Neul's life and proposed to him through his influence. However, once engaged, he neglected Ha-Neul for 4 years, which made Ha-Neul end the engagement publicly. Faced with the reality that he could no longer manipulate Ha-Neul's feelings, Jae-Yul now had to figure out how to win him back. Would he resort to deception or intimidation, emotional manipulation, or find it within himself to genuinely love? The question loomed large: what would it take for Ha-Neul to be persuaded to marry Jae-Yul once again?

In a world where ancient Zambian witchcraft (Juju) clashes with modern society, a seemingly ordinary law student, Demetrius, discovers extraordinary abilities and is thrust into a covert war against a military coup orchestrated by a powerful, Juju-wielding captain, forcing him to confront a hidden reality and his own destiny. The story opens in 1959 Zambia, where Mr. Chola and Musonda, UNIP cadres, use ancient Luapulan Juju (Nyakazi dolls and Kapuyi) to orchestrate a mysterious attack on British settlers at the Samfya Waterfront Hotel, resulting in 53 deaths and the disappearance of Mr. Chola, leaving behind a single Nyakazi doll and a confiscated bird charm that becomes folklore.Fast forward to present-day Lusaka, 2024. The confiscated bird charm is now an exhibit at the Lusaka National Museum. The narrative then introduces Michelle and Serah, two drunk girls, who unknowingly walk past the ZNBC building just as a military ambulance, led by Captain Benzu Hamudula, stages a violent coup. The guards are incapacitated by severed chicken heads, leading to their bizarre, suicidal charge into a fence. Benzu Hamudula, a bald, authoritative figure, takes control of key national institutions and issues an ultimatum to President Harambe Harambe: resign in ten minutes or face consequences. The nation watches in fear as a countdown begins.One month prior, in Kafue Town, Demetrius, a disciplined law student with a rigorous workout routine, unknowingly displays superhuman speed when he saves a child from a careening minibus after a rat-induced explosion at a gas station. This event hints at his latent abilities. Meanwhile, at the University of Lusaka, Leopards Hill Campus, Demetrius witnesses a soldier, Second Lieutenant Boneface Daka, brutally assault and kill the dean using Juju, causing a strange fog to envelop the area. Demetrius, unable to stand by, leaps from a two-story building into the fog, confronting Boneface. Their fight reveals Boneface's own Juju-enhanced abilities and a shared past connected to the Ndembo fighting style.The narrative then delves into the origins of Juju, explaining its history, different forms (offensive, defensive, communicative), and the five Ndembo fighting styles (Misisi, Chibolya, Ng’ombe, Makululu, Soweto), each granting unique powers. It also introduces the concepts ofPeak Humans and Muzis (ancestor spirits). Demetrius learns that he might be a Peak Human, while Dante, a fellow student, is a Muzi from Soweto, capable of shadow manipulation and teleportation. Mandamus, another student, is also revealed to be a Peak Human.As the coup unfolds, the characters find themselves in increasingly dangerous situations. The East Park Mall becomes a scene of mass hysteria and violence as soldiers unleash crow heads, driving people into a murderous frenzy. President Harambe struggles to respond, his military paralyzed by Juju. Eddboy and Mosh, two other students with enhanced abilities, fight for survival at the University of Zambia.Back at the University of Lusaka, Demetrius, Dante, and Mandamus, along with Anne, Taonga, and Natasha, prepare for battle. Watson, a wielder of Chibolya Ndembo, joins them, demonstrating his healing abilities. The final confrontation begins in the courtyard, with Demetrius facing Boneface, and Dante engaging Bill Tendai, another powerful Juju user. The story culminates in intense battles, revealing the true extent of their powers and the devastating impact of the Juju-fueled coup.

For seventeen years, Samantha Kisaragi wished for only one thing: a normal life, free from the chronic illness that made her a fragile glass doll in her family’s eyes. One morning, her wish is granted by... a tiny, floating mochi with a god complex? This smug spectral "System" offers her a miraculous, perfectly healthy body. The price? She must now complete a series of insane missions, from the mortifying to the life-threatening. The rules are simple: succeed and level up. Get stronger, faster, and maybe even a little more charming. But if she fails, the penalty is a fate worse than any illness: her body will warp into a 'Cursed Physique'—a seven-foot-tall mountain of grotesque muscle powered by the same old fragile constitution. A titan's strength with a body that could collapse from a stiff breeze. Now, this former shut-in is being forced to get buff, all while juggling a top-priority quest to save her perfect older brother from a shadowy, five-star threat hunting him down. And as if that's not enough pressure, the System is also demanding she "Ignite the Flames of Passion" and make someone fall in love with her, pushing her into ridiculously close and awkward situations with her bubbly best friend. With only a cheeky floating dessert for a guide, a terrifyingly competent senior known as the 'Ice Queen' as an unlikely ally, and a clock ticking on both her brother's life and her own romantic prospects, Samantha must learn to be a weapon. She was a girl who just wanted to be normal. Now, she has to become a monster to protect everything she loves.

[WARNING!! MATURE CONTENT] "Would it be selfish of me to take you to hell with me, Doll?" **** Bound by a life filled with abuse from her aunt, the last thing Samantha would believe was that a demon could hand her freedom. It wasn’t like she had a choice, but in order to protect herself, she agreed to move in with a total stranger. Darian, who had spent years of his life in darkness, believing he was bound to die with the curse he carried, found his healing—Samantha. And he wasn’t about to let her go. But in a world filled with humans and demons, lies and mysteries, will they be able to navigate their growing feelings?

10 year old Betty, a schizophrenic with an unusual coping mechanism… her doll Lisa. Lisa is real and is just trying to keep her safe… or so she thought

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.

Fourteen was supposed to be an in-between year — too old for dolls, too young for love. But for Cara, it became the year everything changed. When her brother’s best friend, Callum Adler, starts spending more time at their house, Cara notices things most adults ignore. The bruises. The quiet. The way their mother starts folding extra laundry like it’s second nature. Callum's broken home becomes a secret the whole family carries, and Cara — wide-eyed, overlooked, and quietly growing — starts to fall for him in all the ways she shouldn’t. But Callum is four years older. Eighteen. Off-limits. Almost a man. And despite their quiet moments — the almosts, the shared glances, the night she asked to kiss him — he walks away without a goodbye, leaving her in the silence he helped create. Years pass. Cara grows. Builds a life. Finds herself. By eighteen, she’s no longer just Kaden’s little sister. She’s her own person — confident, loved, maybe even happy. But everything tilts when she runs into Callum again at a skating rink. Older, composed, and entirely unexpected. He’s not the same boy who used to sleep on her couch with bruises on his ribs — and she’s not the girl who watched him leave. But unfinished things have a way of circling back. Told in alternating perspectives of Cara and Callum, What We Never Said explores the slow burn of first love, the ache of timing, and what it really means to grow up — and grow apart — before finding your way back.