Polish Carol

Dimensional Knights—legendary heroes who uphold order across the infinite realms. Wielding powers beyond comprehension, their purpose is singular and unwavering: to preserve the balance between worlds and defend against the ever-looming threats that seek to plunge them into chaos. Zane, a boy from Earth—one of the weakest and most forgotten realms—had his world forever changed the day he first witnessed the awe-inspiring power of the Dimensional Knights. In that moment, a dream was born. He wanted to become one of them. A hero. A symbol of strength and salvation. But fate had other plans. One tragic event shattered his world and dragged him into a downward spiral from which there was no escape. As the years passed, the dream that once filled him with hope twisted into something far more desperate. Becoming a Dimensional Knight was no longer about admiration or ideals—it became his only path forward. His only way to fight back. His only way to reach those who caused him immense pain and blood. Now, Zane's journey is not about heroism. It's about vengeance, survival, and rewriting the destiny forced upon him by those who wished for his death. Unbeknowst to him, this very path he was taking would change the order of the world forever. ** New story :p, probably my best work so far, the most polished and well-written one at least, I have worked on the idea for a long time, and I hope you give it a try, it might be your cup of tea. (PS: No, it's not a revenge story, though it has elements of revenge woven into it. It will be more focused on the path Zane will take, the adventure aspect, and the world around him.)

Prologue: The Boy Who Refused to Stop Thinking In a world where power meant everything, Cian Archdemon had nothing. No family. No friends. No protection. Only his mind — sharp, cold, relentless — was his weapon. The polished marble floors of Blackthorn International Academy glistened beneath the morning light, but no one noticed the beauty. Not when the stench of privilege, cruelty, and blood stained the halls. They hated him. A boy with no parents — dead in a car crash. A boy with no lineage — an outsider among the elite. A boy with sharp features, ghost-like skin, and eyes too cold, too calculating for a child. A boy… too curious. They cornered him. They bit him. They broke him. And as their fists crashed into his frail body… as blood pooled beneath him… Cian didn’t cry. Didn’t scream. Didn’t feel. He only thought. “Pain receptors… neural override… interesting… I wonder how long the body can survive on thought alone…” Even as his body collapsed onto the floor — his vision darkening, his chest refusing to rise — Cian's mind refused to die. And when the world around him finally faded… something else pulled him in. --- Elsewhere… across realms… In a grand palace filled with ancient magic and roaring beasts, a desperate kingdom cried out to the heavens. Their prince — their future — his soul shattered. His body empty. They summoned salvation. But fate… delivered something far more dangerous. --- Cian's fragmented soul… still whispering scientific theories… answered the call. His blood-stained consciousness was torn from death… Fused into a foreign body… Bound by ancient magic… And resurrected… Not as the boy they expected… but as the anomaly they could never control. Beast blood pumping through unfamiliar veins. A Curiosity System mutating within his soul. A mind… still overthinking. Still dissecting. Still unkillable. And as his eyes slowly opened in this new world… The only thing Cian felt was quiet, maddening excitement. “New environment detected… Variables unknown… Hypothesis: This world… will be my greatest experiment.” --- The boy who died thinking… was not gone. He had only just begun. --- Cian Archdemon: Beast of Curiosity The experiment begins now…

(Updates each 2 days!) They bought her. They used her. Now they want her dead. Errin was forced to marry a man almost twice her age. A polished lawyer by day, a monster by night. For seven years, she was his toy, trophy, his gift to the men who paid for favors in flesh. But even the most obedient dolls can crack, and once they do, they don’t stay quiet. Now Errin feels it—a thirst for freedom, revenge, power, and blood. And while she was running away from enemies, enjoying the taste of their blood, another was already watching her and drooling.

After dying a virgin, Elias Gray is given a second chance—reincarnated in a magical world with the "Lust System", a divine artifact that allows him to gain power by pleasuring women, fulfilling their desires, and growing a harem of elite lovers. From cold queens and fierce warrior women to shy beastgirls and seductive demons, Elias must dominate the world with charm, cunning—and unholy pleasure. But pleasure comes with a price, and not all lovers are loyal. Can he rise to the top without being devoured by lust or betrayal? Elias wandered through the bustling Travelers’ Hub, a sprawling nexus of portals and pathways where high-ranking voyagers crossed dimensions. The air hummed with the faint pulse of arcane energy, and the scent of ozone clung to the stone corridors. His boots echoed against the polished marble as he passed glowing sigils etched into the walls, each marking a gateway to another realm. He was no stranger to these halls, but tonight, a faint murmur from the inner chambers of the elite travelers piqued his curiosity. The voices were low, urgent, and laced with something primal that made his pulse quicken. Drawn toward a shadowed alcove, Elias noticed a heavy iron door, slightly ajar, its surface engraved with runes that pulsed faintly in the dim light. A cold draft slipped through the crack, carrying a whisper of sound—a soft, rhythmic moan that stirred the air. His breath caught, curiosity warring with caution, but the pull was too strong. He nudged the door open and stepped into a chamber cloaked in near-darkness, lit only by a single flickering torch that cast long, wavering shadows across the stone walls. In the center of the room, Lilith knelt on a plush velvet cushion, her silhouette unmistakable even in the gloom. Her dark hair cascaded over her bare shoulders, her skin glowing faintly as if kissed by moonlight. She was bent forward, her hands braced against the floor, her body arched in a way that spoke of surrender and desire. Beside her stood a man, his face marred with jagged scars that caught the torchlight, giving him a rugged, dangerous edge. His eyes burned with intensity as he gazed down at her, his presence commanding the room. The air grew thick as the man’s hand moved, deliberate and unhurried. He spat into his palm, the sound sharp in the quiet, and slid his fingers along Lilith’s exposed skin, tracing the curve of her thigh before slipping between her legs. A low, shuddering moan escaped her lips, her body trembling as she parted her thighs wider, inviting more. The man’s fingers worked with a slow, teasing rhythm, coaxing gasps from her that echoed softly off the stone walls. Her breaths grew ragged, her hips rocking against his hand, and then—a sharp cry as her body convulsed, a glistening rush of release spilling onto the floor beneath her. The man let out a deep, guttural groan, his own arousal evident in the tightening of his jaw. He shifted, freeing himself from his trousers, his erection thick and heavy in the flickering light. He pressed himself against her, sliding into her with a slow, deliberate thrust that drew a long, throaty moan from Lilith. Her fingers curled against the floor, nails scraping the stone as he moved, each thrust deep and measured, the sound of their bodies meeting filling the chamber. In and out, a steady rhythm that built with intensity, her gasps rising in pitch. Lilith’s eyes fluttered, her body quivering with pleasure as she pushed back against him, meeting each thrust with a hunger of her own. When he paused, drawing back slightly, she reached for him, her hand guiding him back inside with a desperate urgency. Her moans grew louder, unrestrained, as she surrendered fully to the sensation, her body trembling under the weight of her desire. The room seemed to pulse with their shared rhythm, the air heavy with the scent of sweat and heat, the torchlight casting their entwined shadows across the walls like a forbidden dance. R18 content

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.

WARNING: DARK AND MATURE CONTENT. Readers discretion advised. Serena Alaric wanted nothing more than a quiet life, far from the shadows of her family’s dark past. But when masked enforcers storm her home and drag her into the clutches of the Council of Vitae, she learns her blood is the key to a deadly legacy she never asked for. Lucian Draven is the cold and ruthless leader of a powerful mafia syndicate, cursed to endure unimaginable pain. The Council claims Serena is his only salvation. Yet beneath the Council’s polished facade lies a web of lies, experiments, and betrayal that runs far deeper than either of them imagined. Forced into an uneasy alliance and given a time limit to produce an heir, Serena and Lucian must navigate a treacherous world of power and manipulation, where trust is a rare commodity. As they uncover the truth about the Council’s sinister plans, their hatred begins to give way to something unexpected—a bond forged in fire and blood. But with enemies closing in from all sides and time running out, Serena and Lucian must decide: will they fight their fates, or embrace the dangerous connection that could either save them, or destroy them both?

Yeri was once a succubus, a powerful and irresistible seductress who fed on desire. Now reborn as a stunning young woman in the modern world, she must navigate the confusing collision of her human innocence and her demonic memories. One night, fate leads her into the path of Shin Keir, a dangerously magnetic and notorious CEO known for getting everything he wants—except peace. Their accidental encounter sparks an intense, uncontrollable passion, and a single night together changes everything. *** Excerpt: The dream had returned. Same eerie forest. Same surreal woman in the crimson dress. But this time, the setting had changed slightly. She now stood at the edge of a cliff made of jagged, glowing red rocks that resembled oversized rubies. Scarlet butterflies floated around her like living embers. A thick fog blanketed the area like some forbidden realm between worlds. She turned to him, her smile soft, sweet—and somehow tragic. She was heartbreakingly beautiful, ethereal yet forlorn, like a love story written in fading ink. Shin had tried to call out, but the wind swallowed his voice. As he stepped forward, the woman mouthed something. He couldn't hear her. Then, in a horrifying instant, her body tilted, and she plummeted off the cliff. The despair that followed wasn't just a feeling—it was a full-body, soul-tearing scream that never made it past his throat. Without hesitation, Shin leapt after her. He awoke convulsing, drenched in cold sweat. His eyes gleamed with a strange madness, a devil struggling behind the polished CEO exterior. *** Disclaimer- Places and characters are all works of fiction.

A struggling businessman on the verge of bankruptcy finds himself drunk one night, only to wake up in the past—specifically, in 1943 London, amidst the chaos of World War II. This is an era of both immense danger and unprecedented opportunity. It is a time when the British Empire, once the unrivaled superpower where the sun never set, is finally witnessing the dusk of its dominion. Meanwhile, the United States is rising to claim the mantle of global leadership, reshaping the world's balance of power. This is the era where everything begins—where old rulers step down and new powers rise to take their place. This is the era where Pierre finds himself, an era filled with the kind of opportunity he never had before. A small, precious chance to rise, to become a giant, to seize the throne of power, to become a ruler, a world hegemon. --- Note: This is a good novel, but since it’s still new and I don’t have a proofreader, I’m currently relying on AI to catch errors. For now, my main focus is advancing the story, but I plan to come back later to polish the text, fix mistakes, and possibly even modify the plot if needed. I’d really appreciate it if you could leave notes on what you think should be changed or improved. Thank you! I will be posting this story on RoyalRoad with the same name.

He believes in purpose. She believes in power. Neither believes in love — until they collide. When idealistic nonprofit founder Will Bennett locks eyes with Eliza Darcy, the tech world's coldest CEO, it's not sparks that fly — it's shrapnel. She calls his life’s work charity cosplay. He calls her emotionless corporate ice. But fate—and a high-stakes pitch—throws them back together. Behind her glass empire and polished armor, Eliza hides a past built on abandonment and ambition. She’s clawed her way to the top by trusting no one and feeling nothing. Will? He builds futures from the ground up, with nothing but heart, grit, and maddening optimism. Their attraction is inconvenient. Their chemistry is undeniable. And when secrets, scandals, and a media storm threaten everything they know, both must choose: Hold their pride. Or risk it all to melt the ice between them. Slow-burn. Sharp banter. Soul-deep connection. Beneath Her Ice is a steamy enemies-to-lovers CEO romance about breaking barriers, rewriting power, and choosing vulnerability in a world that worships control.

In a world where emotions are seen as weakness, Artemis Kali Xu hides her scars behind a façade of elegance and strength. A gifted photographer born into a powerful family of architects, she quietly battles a chronic condition and an aching loneliness—secrets she keeps buried beneath her polished exterior. When a high-profile project leads her to unearth dark family secrets, Artemis is thrust into a web of deception and betrayal. To protect her family’s name, she is forced into an arranged marriage with Dr. Isaiah Theodore Jiang—a renowned physician celebrated for his charm, wealth, and his guiding principle: “Cure sometimes, treat often, comfort always.” Though rumored to be a heartbreaker, Isaiah is more than his reputation. Beneath the playboy façade lies a man who offers Artemis something she’s never truly known—comfort, understanding, and the slow, unexpected stirrings of love. As destiny entwines their lives in Threads of Fate: An Archer’s Embrace, Artemis and Isaiah must navigate their fragile union, confront hidden wounds, and discover whether healing—and true love—can be found in each other’s arms. “You are not as chaotic as you think. You are my solace, my rest, my archer,” he whispered, brushing away the tears that traced her trembling cheeks.

**Mature Content Warning** This novel contains morally bankrupt decisions, unapologetically villainous behavior, corporate warfare, system abuse, woman-stealing, protagonist-trampling, psychological manipulation, and occasional spicy entanglements—some consensual, others complicated. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- In a world eerily similar to Earth—only where megacorporations rule entire cities and states like feudal lords—Vincent Cornelius wakes up in a soft bed beside a plump beauty. Reincarnated into the body of a rich, arrogant CEO in the gleaming city of Autumnvale, Vincent soon discovers he’s not just any rich patriarch—he’s a “villain father”, the kind destined to be humiliated, ruined, and killed so that his pathetic son, Lucas, can become a stepping stone for some arrogant, heaven-defying, cliché cultivation protagonist. But fate doesn’t know what it’s dealing with. Because Vincent isn't here to follow the script—he’s here to rewrite it. Armed with the Corporate Villain Expansion System, Vincent earns Villain Points for every time he defies the story’s “fated path”: Let the "hidden young master" stay hidden? +300 Villain points Humiliate the trash protagonist who awakened a divine bloodline? +500 VP ‘Educating’ his own useless son? +100 Luck Points! Giving female lead a ‘taste’ of reality? +1000VP +200LP Skills, poisons, underhanded deals, reputation-crushing press leaks—he can buy it all from the system, as long as he plays the role of the perfect villain… and wins. In a land where cultivation powers are monopolized by corporations, and destiny is rigged in favor of cookie-cutter protagonists, Vincent must grow his mid-tier family business into a corporate empire through any means necessary that can crush fated heroes and hostile corporations beneath its polished leather shoes. The world wants him dead. The story demands he lose. But Vincent Cornelius didn’t reincarnate to be anyone’s footnote. He’s about to prove that in this world, the real golden finger is a hostile takeover. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Disclaimer (Filed Personally by Vincent Cornelius): If, by some cosmic accident, any names, corporations, or highly sensitive trade empires mentioned in this story resemble real-world entities—rest assured, it’s entirely coincidental. I am far too busy conquering fictional markets to bother with actual ones. No offense is intended. No lawsuits, either. Unless you’re a protagonist. In which case… file away. I'll be waiting—with a better lawyer and a hostile takeover plan. This is fiction. Relax. Or invest.

“Let’s change the job’s contract.” “Sorry?” “Let’s switch it. From a work contract… to a marriage one.” Theo Kingsley doesn’t believe in soft edges. He’s spent years burying the version of himself that once felt too much — the kind and gentle side. His world is built on control, silence, and icy precision. Then comes Daisy Sinclair. The chaos. Former heiress. Newly broke. All pink, perfume, and polished nails. Once a pampered princess trying to piece her life together after her family’s downfall… a downfall Theo might’ve had something to do with. She shows up expecting a job. What she gets is a marriage contract. To Theo, marrying Daisy is a calculated move, a way to silence the side of himself he can’t afford to let out. To Daisy, it’s absolutely insane. But her credit cards are maxed, her options are few, and the Ice King is surprisingly… tolerable. Sometimes. Thrown into a world of cold suits and colder stares, Daisy's mission becomes simple: survive. But as sparks start flying and walls begin to crack, one thing becomes dangerously unclear: Is she melting the Ice King’s heart or just falling for a man who doesn’t know which version of himself is real?

Jane Evans, a sophomore desperate to win the dance competition and finally step into the spotlight, takes a leap of faith—pairing up with a senior far from her world. What starts as a chance to escape her tragic past soon turns into something deeper… love. But fate has other plans. Their once-peaceful campus isn’t as safe as it seems. Disappearing students. Unanswered whispers. Secrets buried beneath the polished halls. As the competition draws near, so does the darkness lurking in the shadows. Will they unveil the truth, or become a part of it?

Rick Lane, a successful man in his 50s, built an empire of restaurants across the country. To the world, he's a self-made success story. But behind the polished smile and expensive suits lies a man burdened by regret. The greatest of these: losing Jenny Kane—the only woman he ever truly loved. One quiet night, Rick falls into an unusually vivid dream and wakes up sitting in an old wooden chair, surrounded by chalkboards and the scent of chalk dust. He's back in his college computer science class, at a small provincial university—only it's not just a dream. He's young again, in body and mind, with memories of the future still intact. At first, he thinks he's gone mad. But when the experience repeats, day after day—living his older life during daylight, then returning to his youth at night—he realizes he's been given a second chance. A rare, mysterious bridge between past and present. And this time, he’s determined not to lose Jenny. As Rick begins to alter his actions in the past, echoes of change ripple into his present. Some are beautiful. Others, darker and unexpected. The more he shapes the past, the more uncertain his future becomes. Friends disappear, new rivals emerge, and the restaurant empire begins to falter. Worse, Jenny in the present seems more like a stranger with every passing day. Now torn between his hard-earned legacy and a hauntingly fragile second chance at love, Rick must face the ultimate question: Can he truly rewrite the past to fix the future—or will he destroy everything he has left? A story of redemption, time, and the delicate cost of what we choose to hold onto.

"In the high-stakes world of corporate power, Julian Blackwood reigns supreme. As the ruthless CEO of Blackwood Industries, he's feared by his enemies and respected by his peers. But beneath his polished facade, Julian harbors a secret: he's battling a debilitating illness that threatens to topple his empire. "When he sets his sights on finding a suitable partner to bear his heir, the stakes are raised. Everyone trembles at the thought of Julian's wrath, but one woman dares to catch his eye. As their unlikely bond deepens, she must confront the darkness within him and the hellish world he's created. "Will their bond be strong enough to overcome the demons of Julian's past, or will it succumb to the pressures of his hell-bound existence?"

At Houston University's elite campus in Mayfair City, two worlds collide through the lives of Gerald Martinez and Danny Blackwood. Gerald, a scholarship student from the wrong side of town, navigates the marble halls in his thrift store clothes while his dark curls frame a face hardened by necessity. His worn sneakers echo differently against the polished floors than the Italian leather of his classmates. Danny Blackwood represents everything Gerald isn't—trust fund privilege wrapped in designer suits, a Patek Philippe gleaming on his wrist as he slides into his Lamborghini. The heir to a financial empire, Danny moves through university life with the casual arrogance of someone who's never known want. The catalyst for their collision is Xavier Chen, Gerald's former girlfriend who traded love for luxury when she realized Gerald's potential couldn't match her appetite for Hermès bags and Christian Louboutin heels. Now draped on Danny's arm, she's everything Gerald lost and everything Danny effortlessly possesses. Caught between them stands Naomi Ashworth, the conglomerate heiress whose friendship with Gerald puzzles their social circle. While Alice Montgomery, the school's untouchable beauty goddess, watches from her pedestal alongside Danny's inner circle—Yuri and class president Blondie—Gerald finds support in his dormitory under Rick's guidance and his loyal friend Clinton. As tensions escalate between the dormitories—Rick's working-class fortress and Ivar's white-haired kingdom of privilege—the university becomes a battleground where relationships fracture along lines of wealth, loyalty, and ambition. In Mayfair City's first-class restaurants and boutiques, every interaction carries the weight of class warfare disguised as college drama.

Ren Gladius is a man who spent his entire life polishing his combat skills. After experiencing eighty years of a satisfying and fulfilling existence he gets hit by a truck and transmigrates to another world. As cliche as it sounds this world is strange and different in many ways. Filled with high culture, grand architecture and magic. Let's see how long it takes before I write myself into a corner:) -I post on Royal Road as well as here: https://www.royalroad.com/profile/590338/fictions

Amid sweet words and gentle reassurances, Enseria is hailed as a land of brilliance—a sacred realm, admired for its beauty and progress, as if it had stepped out from the reels of a perfect film. From birth to adolescence, every child is shaped beneath the same mold. The adults preach that if all seeds are sown in the same field, and nurtured in the same way, they will grow into strong stalks—ready to be harvested as refined and worthy grain. But those who refuse to conform… begin to harden in silence. Beneath the polished shell of genius and order, at the very base of that perfect pyramid, lie secrets—filthy, repugnant, and buried deep. When these vile truths are unearthed, lead will whisper through the air, laced with the scent of gunpowder, of blood, and tears long stained beneath layers of lies. And now, those seeds of difference, scattered and suppressed, await the one who dares to transform the field into a land—a place where every seed has the right to grow in its own way. *If you read this book and are confused, you are not alone, me too. °^°* (Sorry if some of the grammar is wrong or looks strange. my english is pretty bad ^Ó⁠╭⁠╮⁠Ò^) **Note: I haven't posted much ch for weeks. My health has been really bad lately.**

In the cosmic realm of Aetheris, a war between the goddess Queen Aselia and God King Idon shatters the universe's balance. To restore harmony, Aselia sacrifices her essence, imbuing it into a prophesied elf child, Seira Xilsys, in the human realm of Koralith. Born amidst chaos, Seira's peaceful life is soon turned upside down when forces seek to control her latent divine power. Haunted by loss, Seira embarks on a journey to uncover a reason worth surviving for and discover her true heritage, to harness her abilities and heal a broken world torn between gods and mortals. Hi, I am the author of Reverie: Soulbound. I write all my content myself, but I use AI-assisted grammar tools to polish my chapters and give them better flow and fluency as my English is not that great for book creation. All creative writing and story development is mine. Just want to clarify that upfront, as I’m passionate about maintaining the authenticity of my work.

Written by: Ninel Nastasya Anna Also known as Writer Oriniska "The Fate of the Shadow" is an original creation by Ninel Nastasya Anna. This story is protected under copyright law. Unauthorized use, duplication, or translation is strictly forbidden. © 2025, Ninel Nastasya Anna. All rights reserved. ) Alia is a brave and intelligent woman with many hidden secrets buried deep within her family and identity. In her quest to uncover the truth, she embarks on a dangerous mission where she crosses paths with Viktor, a mysterious man with a dark and shadowy past. As their lives intertwine, a complex relationship develops—full of trust, betrayal, love, and conflict. Dark Romance Dual Life and Secret Missions Action, Thriller, and Adventure Mafia and Underworld Royal and Traditional Background Betrayal and Revenge Drug Trade and the Dark World Intense Chemistry and Psychological Conflict Power Struggles and Control Loyalty versus Duty If you want, I can help you polish it further or make it sound more like a book synopsis.

Amelia Grange, a 32-year-old Harvard-trained lawyer and a top business mogul, runs a multi-billion-dollar conglomerate, Chedward Groups, with her husband, George Grange. To the outside world, they appeared to be the ultimate power couple: influential, successful, and formidable. However, behind the closed doors of their grand mansion in Cambridge and the polished boardrooms, Amelia is trapped in a loveless union bound not by love but by a ruthless legacy clause forged decades ago by their parents. Amelia finds unexpected solace in the hands of Craig, her husband's newly employed executive assistant, Craig Henson, and becomes pregnant for him after one reckless night, which threatens to shatter everything. George confronts Amelia after the revelation from a woman from his past, but the game takes a darker turn before he can wield it as leverage; Amelia flips the script. In a world ruled by brutal clauses, reputation, and carefully crafted appearances, Amelia and George must confront what matters most: Would they choose the multi-million-dollar empire they have both labored for over the years? Or fight for the love and freedom they’ve never truly known!

They said the room on the 49th floor didn’t exist. No nameplate. No ID access. No records in the company logs. But every employee at RaiSinghaniPharma knew the rule: Don’t speak of it. Don’t look at it. Don’t even think of trying the handle. Meher stood in front of it now, silent, the polished steel door gleaming under the cold-white hallway lights. His reflection blinked back at him—black eyes hardened by blood, a jagged scar slicing across the left side of his lips, another crossing the dead center of his left eye. Skin weathered and bronze from years of sunlight that no longer touched this skyscraper. Behind him, the corridor stretched empty. But he knew—cameras were watching. He shouldn’t be here. Not after hours. Not alone. And definitely not thinking about the dream he had last night. A dream of this door. A dream of blood. A dream where he died again. He reached forward. Before his fingers could graze the steel, a voice echoed behind him—low, dangerous, too calm. “That room isn’t for you, Meher.” He didn’t turn around. He didn’t need to. He knew that voice better than his own heartbeat now. Agrasen. His boss. His director. His living nightmare. And the man whose story, once upon a time, had ended in tragic flames on a page of fiction. Only, this wasn’t fiction anymore. This was the world Meher had been dragged into—the world of "The End of Eclipse." Where Agrasen was destined to die. And Meher? Meher was never meant to exist. “I didn’t open it,” Meher replied. “Yet.” A pause. Then, footsteps—measured, like a hunter circling prey. “Curiosity is a dangerous trait,” Agrasen murmured, voice just behind him now. “Especially in men like you, who carry too many excuses… and scars.” Meher finally turned. Their eyes locked. Bronze and brown. Black and hollow. And just like that, the air between them cracked— With history that never happened, Memories that didn’t belong, And a hunger neither of them could explain. Behind the door, something pulsed. Alive. Waiting. Restricted Section. The door never opened that night. But it would. And when it did, Nothing would be the same.

A scholar. A soldier. A shattered empire. Mihir was never meant to marry. Born a Brahmin without caste in a world where only men remained, his life was supposed to be spent in silence—chanting verses, not carrying blades. His guru gives him a single order: “Begin your married life.” No names. No destination. Just a choice. West to India. East to the past. He walks east. In the bloodstained borderlands of the Tang Dynasty, he finds him—Zhang Zheng. A fallen Chinese commander, carved in scars and silence, abandoned like a broken sword in the dirt. Mihir doesn’t know his name. Doesn’t know his war. But he stops. And saves him. That moment rewrites empires. Zhang Zheng is not just wounded—he’s hunted. A father of four. A ghost of a disgraced dynasty. His enemies wear his family’s faces, and his mother—the one the world thinks is dead—has returned to burn it all down. Mihir never asked for this. But he’s already stepped into a dying man’s war. Already tied to children who call him father. Already bound to a man who refuses to beg, but bleeds like he’s praying for something he no longer believes in. This isn’t love. This is survival. This is destiny wrapped in barbed wire and bound by fire. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Indian × Chinese | BL | Historical Fantasy | Tang Dynasty, 7th Century This story is born from ashes—of lost dynasties, broken families, and forgotten names. It is not soft. It is not safe. It’s a story of two men—one a wandering scholar from India, the other a disgraced commander from China—who were never meant to cross paths, let alone share a life. In a world with no women, where Alphas, Betas, Omegas, and Enigmas shape society, love still bleeds red. This isn’t a love story wrapped in flowers. It’s one wrapped in war, betrayal, and fire. I wrote this for those who crave something different—not polished and perfect, but raw, cold, and tangled. If you came for softness, turn away. If you came for truth carved into steel, welcome. —Menox :)

Angelina Johnson has always known the value of hard work. Raised in a modest home by a father who poured everything into keeping his small business alive, she learned early on to stand on her own. But while he hoped she’d take over someday, Angelina had dreams that reached beyond their quiet life. Landing a job at Aurum Scents felt like a step in the right direction. The role wasn’t glamorous, but it came with stability, promise—and Carter Hayes. Her boss. Polished, kind, and effortlessly magnetic, he was everything she admired from afar. It started as a harmless crush, something she shared only with her best friend. A small secret that kept her heart occupied and her focus sharp. But life has a strange way of testing what you think you know. When Daniel Viggo enters her world, everything shifts. He’s nothing like Carter. In fact, he’s nothing like anyone she’s ever met. Cold, unreadable, and intimidating in every possible way, Daniel is the kind of man people talk about in hushed tones. He’s powerful, unapproachable—and for some reason, impossibly drawn to her. Wherever she turns, he’s there. Watching. Pushing. Unsettling everything she thought she had under control. As tensions rise and lines blur, Angelina finds herself caught between two forces she can’t escape. One feels like safety. The other feels like chaos. But the deeper she’s pulled in, the harder it becomes to tell the difference. Some choices are easy. Others change everything. And sometimes, the person you should stay away from is the one you can’t stop thinking about.

Title:섭우춘빙 (Seop Woo Chun Bing) Author: 밤꾀꼬리 Description: *Clang!* The mask split in half, revealing a face so extraordinary it seemed almost otherworldly. Skin as pale as if it would smudge with the slightest touch, a sharp and elegant nose, perfectly shaped lips. Every feature was as refined as if sculpted by a master artisan, untouched by the passage of time. Once jet-black like the night, the hair had turned as white as the snow-capped mountains of the northern lands. It was still beautiful, but a fragile, ethereal quality had been added, as if the figure might scatter and dissolve into the air at any moment. As the mask fell away, revealing eyes beneath fluttering, slow-blinking lashes, they shone like polished black onyx—noble and luminous. It was a visage so close to a work of art that it seemed a pity only Ye Kang-oh and the sun bore witness to it. However, in the presence of this breathtakingly handsome man, Ye Kang-oh’s expression began to crumble. There was no way he couldn’t recognize that face. Not because it was a beauty that could rival even Song-ok or Ban-ak, but because it belonged to someone who had once been Kang-oh’s protector. "Is it you?" Ye Kang-oh, the youngest disciple of the Black Sky Lord, stood before the man he had once revered and adored. Dan Woo-hyo, the Lord of White Virtue Palace, whom the martial world believed to be missing, was there. "Has it really been you all along?" ------------ I am NOT the author. I'm just translating this novel.

Grief leaves no room for instructions. It comes, uninvited, and settles like fog, thick, persistent, and blinding. For Daniel Lewis, CEO of a billion-Leones tech empire and head of one of the country’s most influential families, the world never stopped moving after his wife’s death, but his did. He buried the pain beneath polished suits and endless meetings, pouring all that was left of him into the only person that still tied him to her, their daughter, Betty. Betty was once a bright, talkative girl with a laugh that could melt a room. But the accident that claimed her mother’s life also stole her voice. Five years later, she hadn’t spoken a single word. Specialist after specialist had failed to reach her, and her silence became a fortress no one could breach. Until Esther walked in. She wasn’t a licensed expert. Not yet. Just a 21-year-old child psychology student with soft eyes, a quiet determination, and a heart bigger than her experience. Hired as a live-in governess and emotional support tutor, Esther’s job was simple: help Betty speak again, help her live again. But no one warned her that in healing the child, she might touch the man as well. Daniel didn’t expect to feel anything. Not for a woman so much younger. Not for anyone ever again. And yet, in the quiet moments, between shared books, unspoken smiles, and late-night tea in the garden, something began to bloom, tender, impossible, real. This is a story about healing. About love rediscovered. About a man haunted by his past. A girl chasing her dreams. And a child who, through them, finds her voice again. Sometimes, the second time around… love writes a better ending.

In a world without a sun or stars, humanity lives beneath the cold glow of artificial light — towers, rails, and cities powered by divine energy. But beyond that polished surface, a hidden war rages. Creatures called Delos stalk the forgotten spaces between worlds, and only Invokers — those who can manifest their very identities into weapons called Echoes — stand between survival and ruin. These Invokers risk everything when they enter the domains — fighting not just monsters, but the truths they keep hidden. And some “truths”… were never meant to be found. The story follows Alira — a girl whose life was shaped by that war. She discovers that everything — including herself — might be part of a forgotten truth; a world written out of grief. When Gods Weep is a tragedy about memory, identity, and the nuance of good and evil in a broken, fabricated world.

In the shining metropolis of New Osaka, the elite rule with gold-plated lies and silver-tongued deception. Behind their lavish towers and polished smiles festers a world of corruption — unseen, unchecked, and unstoppable. But in the shadows, justice has a new name: Silver Guardian. No one knows who he is. No one knows why he fights. All they know is that when the corrupt rise too high, he tears them down — one system at a time. By day, he’s Kaito Renshiro, a sleepy, sarcastic college student who can barely make it to class on time. By night, he’s a high-tech vigilante waging a one-man war against the hidden elite, exposing the rot at the heart of society. As Silver Guardian dismantles the underworld piece by piece, his actions draw the attention of four very different women — each with their own secrets, connections, and reasons to get involved: Aika Tsukino, the perfect student council president… and daughter of a corrupt senator. Reina Takahashi, a tech genius obsessed with unmasking the Silver Guardian. Miyu Kanzaki, a deadly assassin sent to kill him… who starts questioning everything. Sora Amemiya, the cheerful barista with a haunting past and a mysterious calm. Together — or perhaps against him — they become entangled in a web of romance, danger, and hilarious misunderstandings. As Kaito fights to stay hidden and stay alive, the line between hero and outlaw blurs. But the deeper he goes, the more he learns: this corruption isn't just political — it's global. Ancient. And it's watching him back. Can one man save the world… without ever revealing who he really is?

" Rule number one,you only talk when I ask you to, and scream... when I make you to.... get it? " Min-soo smiled devishly as he kept a cold gaze on her Ji-Hyun,a young woman finds herself forced into a marriage with a man she has never met,so that she will help build her late father's business with the help of the Lin's family. As she steps into her new life faced with harsh reality of her situation .Her husband,Min Soo, seems to be hiding secrets beyond his polished facade. As the nights wear off, Ji-Hyun must navigate the treacherous waters of her new marriage, confronting the darkness of her own past, and the mysteries of her husband's true intention.Will she find a way to escape and glide cage of her marriage? or will she learn to love him? "BOND OF DUTY" is a gripping tale of love, loyalty and deception, exploring the complexities of arranged marriage and the secret that lie within the surface of wealth and privilege.