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A widowed professor. A love he thought was lost. Two girls in need of a home. And a past that refuses to stay buried. Mackenzie "Mac" Elliot has spent years burying himself in books and lesson plans, content to let life pass him by. But when he stumbles upon two runaway sisters with nowhere to go, his carefully constructed world begins to unravel. What starts as a single act of kindness quickly turns into something much more-forcing him to step up in ways he never expected. Just as Mac begins to find purpose beyond his grief, Vivian Sutton-the ex-wife he never truly let go-walks back into his life. She's stronger, sharper, and even more stunning than he remembers. But Vivian isn't just back for nostalgia-she's ready to fight for him. And this time, she won't leave without a battle. As Mac, Vivian, and the girls navigate their fragile new reality, the ghosts of their pasts refuse to rest. A violent attack leaves Mac in the public eye, old secrets resurface, and dangerous figures from Maggie and Stokely's past come creeping out of the shadows. When the people he loves most are threatened, Mac is faced with a choice: stay in the safe, quiet life he's built-or fight for the family he never saw coming. A deeply emotional and gripping story about love, second chances, and what it means to build a family from the broken pieces of the past. Perfect for fans of Nicholas Sparks, It Ends With Us, and The Nightingale.

The ancient Buddha's head was stolen by a monster with a human body and a sheep's head. The Ghost buried an eye in the Buddha's temple, and from then on, the world's fire was extinguished, and darkness engulfed the continent. To combat the Ghost' invasion, the gods of day and night were born between heaven and earth. This is a narrative passed down for generations by storytellers. What was the true nature of the ancient Buddha, the Ghost, and the wandering gods of day and night on the once great continent? Perhaps, traces can be found in a troupe named 'Zhou Family Troupe.' The Zhou Family Troupe, is a troupe that performs operas specifically for the dead...

In the world of Tanasma, mutants are no longer just an anomaly—they are a crisis. Once seen as the next step in evolution, they are now branded as threats, their very existence feared by humanity. The Mutant Treaty Act, enforced by the Capitol Patrol Guard (CPG), forces mutants into registration, stripping them of their autonomy, suppressing their powers, and marking them as second-class citizens. But as hatred festers, the oppression escalates—slavery, public executions, and brutal exterminations become the norm. Amidst the chaos, three factions emerge: those who resist, fighting for freedom at any cost; those who flee, seeking sanctuary beyond the reach of human rule; and those who surrender, hoping that compliance will earn them mercy. When Professor Aldric Langley—a man of wisdom and ambition—receives King Ivan of Gallanta’s royal decree, he dares to create something radical: Hall of M, a sanctuary where mutants can hone their powers and reclaim their dignity. But the dream of peace is fragile. Extremist groups like Purity Dawn seek to eradicate mutants entirely, while the CPG tightens its grip, branding Hall of M as a breeding ground for rebellion. In the heart of this war-torn world, a young mutant named Seraphina Vale rises. With silver hair and eyes that reflect her tormented past, she becomes the first student of Hall of M, standing at the crossroads of fate. Will she fight for coexistence, or will the endless persecution drive her into the arms of revolution? As the world spirals toward war, the question remains: Can mutants carve a place for themselves in a world that wants them erased? Or will they be forced to embrace their monstrous side to survive? The battle for identity, freedom, and the right to exist begins. MUTOSTERONE—a gripping tale of power, prejudice, and the cost of being different.

After making preparations for transmigration into the VR world "Mystical Era", the previous veteran player Xia Yuan becomes an NPC, and is even made the fourth son of the Duke of the Empire! Already prepared for a boring aristocratic life, he never expects that the era has totally changed! As the last obstacle, his family has been labelled as a villain by the new aristocracy and will soon be crushed by history! Xia Yuan has no choice but to gradually strengthen his own power according to his knowledge of the game's history. Lost treasures, forbidden ancient weapons, secrets of immortality, forgotten epics... With one's own strength, save the world! Change fate! Rise from the ashes! ... The knight swears, the mage sings, and the dragon spreads its wings! Pursue magic and truth, and control the fate of yourself and the era! Stand in the clouds, above the floating city and the throne of the sky! The bell rings, and the signs finally appeared. -It’s time for the stars to align-

In another world, she and all her seven beast husbands have a fantastic love, immersed in endless love and adventure every day

Silvermist Evermore never belonged. Born to unloving parents and cast aside, she had long accepted that life would never offer her warmth—until she was chosen as an apprentice at Moonstone Academy, a place where magic breathes and fate is written in the stars. But her arrival comes with a price. In an act of betrayal and manipulation, Silvermist shatters Frost's staff, the formidable Winter Guardian, unraveling a secret that should have remained buried. Now, bound by an ancient rule, she must take its place—not as a mere apprentice, but as something far more dangerous: Frost’s human staff, the living embodiment of his power. As Silvermist struggles to navigate the treacherous halls of Moonstone, she discovers that Guardians without apprentices are doomed to vanish, and the balance of the four seasons—Spring, Summer, Autumn, and Winter—hangs by a thread. But the shadows whisper a greater truth: a war looms on the horizon, fueled by the Sandman’s wrath and a hidden enemy who has been pulling the strings all along. Haunted by cryptic dreams, hunted by those who seek to use her, and betrayed by those she once trusted, Silvermist must uncover the truth behind her own existence before she loses herself to the very storm she was forced to wield. Can she survive the weight of Winter, or will she be the final snowfall that buries them all?

Ares Hall was a broken man, lost in the shadows of his past. Then, in a flash of lightning, he was torn from his world and thrown into another—one ruled by monsters, war, and a force beyond his understanding.

In a land where Juju fuels life and prophecy shapes destinies, Sobekana stands on the brink of collapse. An ancient evil rises, plunging it into chaos. Caught in the storm is Aziza, a young warrior burdened by secrets she doesn't fully understand. With allies as unpredictable as the forces they face, she must navigate betrayal, sacrifice, and a world unraveling around her. Aziza must decide: will she defy fate, or let it consume her?

In the grand Archive of Eldoria, Celestine Virelle has spent centuries preserving the world’s knowledge, bound by an ancient oath to protect the secrets hidden within its labyrinthine halls. But when she discovers a book that should not exist—a tome that records not only history but the future—her world is upended. The final page foretells a dire prophecy: that she will awaken a being lost to time, the Forgotten One. As Celestine unknowingly releases the enigmatic entity from its celestial prison, she is thrust into a battle against the very gods who rewrote history to hide an unbearable truth. Guided by the Forgotten One through the ethereal halls of a celestial library, she unravels the lost history of a world before her own, a world deliberately buried by divine hands. Now hunted by the Keepers, celestial warriors sworn to uphold the false order, Celestine must choose: abandon the truth and return to the life she knew, or embrace the Forgotten One’s knowledge and reshape the fate of Eldoria itself. As ancient forces stir and a battle for the past and future begins, the Librarian must decide where her true allegiance lies. But in a world where truth is power, will unveiling the past lead to salvation—or destruction?

The final exam for membership into the Hunter's Guild should be a walk in the park for Kristen. But her mentor Alpha failed to mention the heavy weight that membership carries with it. A meeting with The Grim Reaper and the Incarnation of Science, during her expedition, is only a start to the strange history that is Rootworld. If Kristen's strange History lesson teaches her anything, she may pass yet. That is, if she doesn't decide that saving Time and Space is more important. Meanwhile, Ian Stein and Tess Nikola are navigating the halls of the Rootworld academy of the arts and dealing with the growing pains that come with teenage changes, such as, developing their theories of Relationship and the Magno-electric spectrum.

WARNING ⚠️ ⚠️ THIS BOOK CONTAINS HIGHLY EXPLICIT CONTENT. IT IS NOT RECOMMENDED FOR ANYONE UNDER 18 YEARS OF AGE. Synopsis Have you ever craved something so badly it ached? A fantasy so vivid, so untouchable, that reality itself felt like a prison? [We, the "Lust Game" mobile company, have successfully launched a beta version of our newest product. Only a select few will gain access. Please note: the experience you choose is the experience you will receive.] Gwen Wilson’s fingers trembled as she read the message. She had stopped believing in dreams long ago. In love. In passion. In anything that once made life exciting. As the unwanted housewife of a cold and distant husband, she had spent years trapped in a marriage that felt more like a sentence than a union. Roderick treated her like a ghost—present but unseen, existing yet untouched. She had begged for his love. Starved for his attention. But desire had become a poison, burning inside her with nowhere to go. So when she stumbled upon Lust Game, it didn’t feel like just a game. It felt like an escape. A sweet rebellion. A chance to feel something again. [CHARACTER PROFILE: PUPPET] Name: Magnus Surreal Age: 500 [ Fixed] Race: Devil Charm: Max Physique: Max Height: 6’3 Sex Type: Freak Sex Duration: 40 minutes Fetishism: [Yes] Personality: [Cold] Harem: [No] Obsession: [Healthy] Class: Billionaire Dick Size: 10 inches [WARNING] Changes cannot be made after the information has been uploaded. [Do you want to proceed?] [YES] / [NO] Her heart pounded. A virtual lover—one she could design to her liking. No more rejection. No more loneliness. "It’s not like he’s going to appear in the real world," she whispered, pressing YES. The screen flickered. [Congratulations, Beta Tester 004. Your package is currently undergoing review. Your profile will be updated after the package has been delivered.] The air in the room suddenly felt thick and heavy. The lights dimmed for a second. Then a soft, low chuckle echoed. "The fuck?” P.S.: This book is written for my enjoyment. I have a passion for highly explicit novels with strong plotlines, and I decided to create one that satisfies me. .........................

"Death is mercy within my halls." Welcome!

A story that will leave you shocked, so don't get too hooked and keep it for time pass

At the center of the world, on Mount Olympus, the King of Gods, Zeus, smiled and looked down on the realms with his Spear of Lightning tightly in his hand. Before him were a pantheon of deities. At the Silver Hall in the north, Odin overlooked the world on his Almighty Throne, with Gungnir in hand. In his eyes were an endless field of wind and snow.

The Observer I didn't mean to notice her. But now that I have, I can't look away. I'm drawn to her strength, her sorrow, the way she hopes. The way she looks at him, sleeping, unaware... My cravings aren’t for flesh alone. It’s her essence I hunger for, her spirit. I don’t wish to hurt her—only to taste what makes her whole. I'll keep watching, sharing her silence, feeling her pain. Until I can make her see me. And once she does, I'll help her heal. Not even when she tells me to go. The Observed I can feel his gaze, even from a distance. I should be uncomfortable, but I'm not. There's a comfort in his presence, a solace in his silent support. He doesn't judge my tears, my fears, my desperate pleas. He just watches, understands, and somehow, shares my burden. I can't look away, not when I need him to stay. Not when I want him to come closer. Even as I sit here, holding onto a love that's slipping away, I find myself drawn to the observer.

ในค่ำคืนพระจันทร์สีเลือดผันเปลี่ยน พายุแห่งความเคียดแค้นก่อกำเนิดเพราะภาพจำในอดีตที่ลบล้างไม่อาจหวนคืน....และฟูจิโนะ ฮานะ ฟูจิวาระ หรือว่าจะเป็น " อิเลฟเวนท์ " คือเพียงคนเดียวที่มองเห็นโลกของความจริง !

In the autumn of 1954, August Wintern arrives at St. Alaric’s School for Boys as a late transfer, burdened by the weight of a past he’d rather forget. Quiet and observant, he navigates the halls of the academy with a reserved demeanor, finding solace in literature and the quiet corners of the library. But even books can’t shield him from the unfamiliar world he’s been thrust into. James Caldwell, by contrast, is effortless in his defiance. With a sharp wit and a reputation for bending the rules, he commands attention without trying. He is everything August is not—easygoing, reckless, untouchable. When they are unexpectedly paired for a classical literature project, their differences seem endless. James’s disregard clashes with August’s meticulous nature, their conversations charged with thinly veiled contempt. But when August stumbles upon a book filled with cryptic letters—letters that reference events that should be impossible—what began as a reluctant partnership shifts into something far more complicated. As they attempt to decipher the mystery buried within ink-stained pages, the lines between rivalry and understanding blur. And in the quiet spaces between arguments and unspoken words, August begins to wonder: is James truly as untouchable as he seems? Or is he running from something, too?

"-Thousands of years, waiting for the sun to shine on us again. Thousands of years, screaming for the gods to take mercy on us. Thousands of years, crying for our loved ones to come back to life. Hundreds of nights pitying our enemies who suffered the same inhumane human-created disasters due to human greed that knows no bounds." He spoke coldly, choking the lungs of the woman sitting in front of him. The woman who knew nothing, yet, still became a victim of the same disaster he endured for thousands and thousands of years. Her sharp eyebrows that he follows to thin almond-shaped eyes that shone grey with pearls falling from them as if she were a clam endlessly spilling precious jewels with no one to help collect them. However, his mouth still continued to spill the cold truth to her "So many centuries...Waiting to be saved by someone, anyone. How many years can a person hold onto a meaningless life like this? Tell me, Miss Shao. How, in the end, could I have saved my people? Should I have asked them to do the same as me? Cursed to live for eternity being haunted by the ghosts of our past." He smiled ruthlessly while the woman's lips trembled, while she wordlessly brushed the tears that escaped her away. "-Force them to witness their loved ones die from either their own hands or mine, their leader. Tell me, exactly what is this life supposed to amount to at the sacrifice of so many others?"

Simon Ivanov found dead near the Han river Korea, cause of death: drowning. "such a blatant lie" the name Simon Ivanov, and i have been killed by the Mafia that i have served for years. Reason? None.

Meet Kieran, a 12-year-old street urchin with a secret - dark powers and even darker dreams. Haunted by the memory of his sister Sara's tragic death at the hands of a noble, Kieran is determined to change the world's power balance. When he stumbles upon Wells' mysterious grimoire, Kieran forms an unexpected bond with an ancient entity, but at a dangerous cost - his life force. Juggling life as an assassin in the shadows, he eventually earns a spot at the prestigious Academy. Using clever tricks to hide his true abilities, Kieran embarks on a mission to shift societal power dynamics, all while burying the darkness that lurks within him.

[ Read 50 Chapters ahead at patreon.com/DaoistMist ] Heterodox paths lead to a bad end? Without cultivating the Golden Core, one cannot attain immortality? Then tell me, esteemed True Lords, if I refine this incorruptible corpse into a Golden Core and transform it into a Nascent Soul, how will you respond? Unorthodox Path: Corpse Cultivation Secret Art: Corpse Mutation Cheat Ability: Daily Settlement Panel ... 【Daily Settlement!】 【Burying corpses in the Death Grounds for six hours: continuously absorbing corpse energy and death energy. Panel EXP +1, corpse energy +6, death energy +6.】 【Raising corpses in an extremely Yin environment for eight hours: panel EXP +1, corpse mutation EXP +6, corpse-raiser EXP +1.】 [ Read 50 Chapters ahead at patreon.com/DaoistMist ]

When Mara Kline returns to her late grandmother’s remote house in Canada to settle its affairs, she expects dust and silence. Instead, she finds a relic of the past—a rotary phone in the attic that inexplicably rings despite being unplugged. Against her better judgment, she answers. On the other end is Ellie, a frightened girl claiming she is hiding somewhere in the very same house—but in 1999. A masked man with a burlap-covered face and a rusted knife is hunting her. At first, Mara dismisses the calls as a cruel prank or a lingering symptom of her childhood trauma. But soon, reality itself begins to shift. Muddy footprints appear on the hardwood floor when no one is there. Familiar objects rearrange themselves into echoes of her past. A fresh scar forms on her arm, mirroring the injuries Ellie describes in real time. The deeper she digs, the more the house tightens its grip, twisting time and memory until past and present blur into one waking nightmare. As the calls grow more desperate, Mara realizes the masked figure may not be a stranger—it may be something far worse: a manifestation of her father’s grief and rage, shaped by loss and twisted by time. Old diaries appear, filled with entries she doesn’t remember writing. Visions of a childhood she thought she had buried claw their way back into her mind. Trapped in a house that refuses to let go, Mara must unravel the truth before she becomes just another ghost of its history. But even if she breaks the cycle, some echoes never truly fade.

Some lovers make history. Others are buried beneath it. Woven in Fire and Silk is a collection of tales that history dared not remember. Across centuries and empires, from the gilded halls of Renaissance Italy to the haunted shores of Cornwall, these stories burn bright—only to be consumed by fate. A forbidden passion in the House of Borgia. Two lovers condemned in the Salem witch trials. A whispered affair hidden beneath the Sistine Chapel’s ceiling. A marriage of convenience in the depths of the Great Depression. Each tale is a tapestry of desire and sacrifice, bound by the threads of power, betrayal, and destiny. But love, no matter how doomed, leaves its mark. These are the stories of those who loved in the shadows of history—who defied the world for a moment, only to be lost to time.

Professor Nathaniel Pierce rules his lecture hall with an iron will. Cold, unapproachable, and brilliant, he tolerates no distractions, no emotions, and certainly no entanglements. His world is built on discipline and control—until Elena Hart walks in. She is everything he resents in a student—bold, unafraid, and willing to challenge him at every turn. Yet, beneath her defiance lies an undeniable allure, a presence that disrupts the rigid order of his world. As the semester unfolds, the lecture hall—once a space of structure and strict academia—becomes something else entirely. The air shifts, the tension thickens, and the boundaries of authority blur. What begins as an intellectual battle soon spirals into something far more dangerous. Forbidden glances, stolen moments, and a passion that neither of them can afford to indulge threaten to consume them both. But in a world where consequences are real and reputations are everything, how far will they go before the weight of reality comes crashing down? The Lecture Hall Feels Different Now is a gripping tale of control and surrender, intellect and desire, where the mind may resist—but the heart refuses to be silenced.

An otaku is reincarnated in douluo dalu as girl this is a story about how it rise to prominence with a body spirit and help spirit hall to unify the continent

The woes of the people reached beyond the skies when suddenly the Folktale of The Prophecised Child arises among the common Folks. The Kingdom of Shambhala and the Continent of Drekaheimer started to bury the hidden manuscripts because the Folktale is now not a Myth anymore. Is the world ready for the new reign or will it be buried by the Dark Faction that has clouded the entire world? Will the truth come to light? The world awaits something big.

**WARNING: This story is just a fictional story Contains violent scenes and bloody scenes.** (The Case of the Eighth Floor) Federal Agent Leonid and the Coldest Man are forced to move into an apartment building that witnessed three serial murders to catch the killer. The cover-up by the Stars Company, which is responsible for the apartment building, as well as some prosecutors, causes the team to conduct the investigation in complete secrecy, to catch the suspect as quickly as possible and without anyone's interference. Charlotte Smith, the introverted woman who lives next door to Leonid, helps him take care of his puppy as requested. A month passes in the blink of an eye and the feelings between the two become mixed. Will there be room for love in the life of the federal agent, or will Charlotte become a puppet in the serial killer's theater?

Legends fade into echoes of the past, but some whispers linger—whispers of death. Li Xin was once a name that echoed through the martial world—a blade that carved through destiny itself. But those days are long gone. Now, he lives in quiet obscurity, selling steam buns in a nameless town, content to let the world pass him by. Yet the past is never truly buried. A letter from an old master, a stolen sword bathed in blood, and whispers of an ashen blade begin to stir. Fate is calling him back. But some ghosts do not seek redemption—only vengeance.