Kaban Sukaj Kathin Jag Mahi Bageshwar Dham

Rex was just another slave in the corporate machine, a faceless office worker under the shadow of one of the galaxy's powerful megacorps. His life was predictable and dull, an endless cycle of meaningless reports and fluorescent-lit monotony. That was, until that day.... When a new world was discovered on the outskirts of the galaxy, Rex, like countless other low-ranking employees, found himself dragged into a contract clause he’d barely skimmed years ago. The megacorp ordered him and his coworkers to pack their lives into a transport pod and leave for the unexplored planet. Their mission? Establish a colony. Mine resources. Make the company richer. There was no choice, refusing meant ruin. At first, everything seemed manageable. The days were grueling, the nights cold, but progress was steady. The colony was coming to life. Until the excavation team struck something. No one knew what it was at first, a buried hive, a forgotten ecosystem, or something ancient and dangerous. Whatever it was, it unleashed hell. Swarms of enormous, chittering creatures erupted from the ground, their jagged bodies blotting out the sky. The colony fell into chaos. Screams echoed through the air as the bugs tore through everything in their path, walls, machines, and people. Rex barely survived. Bloodied, broken, and pinned beneath the rubble, he should have died there. But in the pitch-black silence of his fading consciousness, a voice spoke to him. Cold. Mechanical. Otherworldly. "Do you wish to live?" When Rex woke, he was no longer the man he’d been. His body was no longer human flesh and bone but something far more alien. His skin shimmered with living metal, his mind infused with the power of Cleo, a mysterious AI from a long-extinct, robotic race known as the Kaelzars. Cleo’s presence pulsed through his thoughts, guiding him and transforming him. He wasn’t just alive. He was reborn. But survival came at a price. Rex was no longer a pawn of the megacorp; he was something more dangerous, something they couldn’t control. As Cleo’s intentions began to reveal themselves, Rex found himself standing on the precipice of war, not just with the bugs but with forces far greater than he could have imagined. This was the beginning of a journey through blood-soaked battlefields and treacherous alliances. Along the way, Rex would encounter allies, brilliant, flawed, and unpredictable, and enemies whose ambitions were as sharp as their blades. These weren’t disposable foes, easily crushed by an overpowered hero. They were cunning, relentless, and human in the most terrifying ways. But then again, in war, who can truly be called a villain? New chapters everyday at 13 p.m. [GMT+8 time]

"W-wait....What, am I alive." "The last moment I remembered was the monster tearing and eating me... and then something like System Activation...." "Agh, ahhh.." Kaileo-Arvian pulled his shirt up, exposing his abdomen. His eyes widened in horror. A deep and fatal wound stretched across his stomach, blood oozing sluggishly from the jagged gash. "Wounds? These aren't mine." --------- Kaileo- Now Arvian’s last memory was of a monstrous beast devouring him alive. The agony, the blood, the terror—it was all too real. But now, he’s here again, with a deep, gaping wound marking his abdomen and a strange system whispering in his mind. Kaileo awakens in a new body, one belonging to Arvian, the adopted son of a villainous family. But instead of finding refuge, he becomes their scapegoat, enduring relentless torment and humiliation. Every lash of pain, every insult, fuels the hatred simmering within him. He dreams of escaping this cursed existence, of returning to his own world. But as the darkness around him deepens, so does the darkness in his heart. What happens when a broken man turns his suffering into vengeance? When the world refuses to save him, will he rise as its destroyer? The once-kind Kaileo is gone. Arvian is reborn as something far more dangerous. ___ Art by- @arkenzie14[Discord] My Discord- @auvalen Join My Discord server. https://discord.gg/djNAmGxJZ5

Brison, an alpha werewolf, lives in the isolated mountain village of Eldermoor. The village, perched precariously among jagged peaks, is shrouded in mystery, with its people bound by centuries-old traditions. One fateful evening, he finds a mysterious woman, Kate, unconscious in the snow near a forbidden trail while he was out hunting. Kate awakens with no memory of how she came to Eldermoor but carries a strange amulet. Brison feels drawn to her, despite warnings from the village elder, Elthar, who claims she is a harbinger of chaos. A hooded stranger arrives in Eldermoor, claiming to know Kate. His cryptic warnings about “the mountain’s curse” unsettles the villagers. That night, Brison discovers that Kate’s amulet glows under the moonlight, revealing a map etched onto its surface. Ignoring the elder’s warnings, Brison and Kate follow the amulet’s map to a hidden cave. Inside, they uncover ancient carvings depicting a tragic love story and a prophecy about two souls destined to break a dark curse. Will Brison and Kate be the two souls the prophecy spoke of? Will they be able to break the dark curse with the power of true love?

Chao Zhenyu had died. As he gazed alone into his void of an afterlife, all he could remember were his final moments. His throat had been cut; his helpless body lying bonelessly against the jagged ground. In the distance, he caught sight of a blurry silhouette. But when he tried to speak, the only noise that came out was the gargling of blood. And soon, even that person had left him to die. From beginning until the end, he was alone… Until he woke up in the body of “Zain Valefor”. Now surrounded by excess wealth and a lifestyle that screamed extravagance, Chao Zhenyu has to navigate the hidden dangers underneath the gilded exterior. But as his memories begin to blur, and as he learns about the mysteries of the world- from the Gods to the people They blessed or ignored- darker questions begin to arise. In this pit of laughable humanity and Gods’ residue he was beginning to call a home, who, or what, could he possibly trust? ----- WARNING: This story is strictly dark fantasy, with themes of torture, abuse, and other topics you may want to avoid. Please take care of your own well-being before consuming this media.

In a world overrun by dungeons and monsters, humanity's last defense lies in the hands of Awakeners, individuals gifted with extraordinary abilities. But not all abilities are created equal. Axel awakened Contract Bind, a unique E-rank ability so useless it seemed like a cruel joke. Unlike others who could form pacts with monsters and beasts, his ability could only bind a willing human. The catch? No one in their right mind would willingly surrender their freedom for a meager stat boost, especially to an E rank awakened like Axel. For years, Axel begged, bribed, and pleaded for someone, anyone, to accept his contract. But in a world driven by power and pride, no one was willing to kneel to an ability deemed useless. Even his girlfriend, the last shred of support in his life, abandoned him for a stronger Awakener. Broken, desperate, and with nothing left to lose, Axel made a choice that defied the system itself. "If no one else will, I'll do it myself.” Axel attempted the unthinkable: to contract himself. He knew it was impossible. The system’s rules forbade it. [Warning: Cannot contract self. Target must be a separate entity.] Unrelenting, he pressed on, defying the very foundations of the Awakener System. Then, something extraordinary happened. [Condition Met: Willing Subject Detected. Contracting Self...] [Contract Successful.] [An Anomaly Has Occurred. System Integrity at Risk. Reevaluating…] Pain unlike anything Axel had ever experienced tore through his body. The world blurred. And then, a cascade of notifications appeared, jagged and alien, unlike the polished menus of the Awakener System. [You have become your own summon.] [Status Changed: Human → Monster.] [Ability Rank Reevaluation in Progress...] [Unable to Determine Rank. Assigning Maximum Possible Rank…] [Ability: Contract Bind (SSS+)] Now, with the identity of both a human and a monster, with a power that transcends the known limits, Axel must navigate a world that fears and hunts what he has become. He must rise from the ashes of despair to challenge the very system that sought to suppress him.

In Kurohama city secret war is simmering. It is between living and dead. The spirits are known as 'Remnants'. These spirits trapped by their despair can become Hollowed beings. They can consume souls of the living and transform. The living and dead are at constant odds. To handle these threats, an order exists. An ancient group of warriors. They are called Veilbreakers. They use powerful weapons Soulclads. They are forged from fragments of their very own souls. Soulclads are essential in this battle. This war between the living and the dead. High school delinquent becomes the protagonist. His name is Kaoru Tenjou. Kaoru is haunted by mysterious disappearance. This disappearance was of his sister. During a rescue attempt where a friend in danger. Hollowed was the threat. Kaoru's Soulclad has form of jagged blade. This blade is of dark glass. Kaoru learns that his sister was Veilbreaker. She was searching for a conspiracy. This was involving rogue members. Also a sinister group - The Abyssal Choir. They aimed to unleash chaos between realms. Kaoru joins the Veilbreakers. He must master his unstable Soulclad. He must confront his inner darkness. His allies include a fiery exorcist. A stoic swordswoman with cursed Soulclad. And mischievous ghost guide. Together they seek truth about his sister. They seek truth about their connection to the Abyssal Choir.

I slammed my fists against my temples, the pain shooting through my skull like a jagged lightning bolt. "What's wrong with you, Hailey?" I screamed, my voice echoing off the hospital room walls. "Why can't you remember? Just remember who you were!" The machines surrounding me sprang to life, their beeps and alarms blaring in a cacophony of sound. My heart rate spiked, and my hormones surged, sending my body into a frenzy. Suddenly, a flurry of white coats burst into the room. Nurses rushed to my side, their faces etched with concern. One of them quickly injected a sedative into my IV, and I felt my eyelids growing heavy. As the darkness closed in, I caught a glimpse of the nurses' worried faces, their mouths moving in slow motion as they spoke words I couldn't quite hear. The machines continue to beep and whirl, their sounds fading into the distance as I succumbed to the darkness.

The tower loomed against the sky like a black blade, its jagged spire slicing through the swirling storm clouds. No one knew who had built it or why, but its presence had haunted the land for generations. The villagers whispered of curses and impossible trials.

Eliar Vayne was a man who thrived on logic, a mathematician devoted to unraveling the universe’s most complex mysteries. But when an experiment in his lab goes catastrophically wrong, he finds himself thrust into a shattered, alien world—a place ruled by chaos and cruelty, where survival is the only law. In this desolate realm of jagged landscapes and crimson skies, Eliar is no longer bound by the rules of his old life. Here, power is drawn from the raw energy pulsing through the world itself—a chaotic force that bends to those strong enough to command it. For Eliar, logic is his only weapon. With his understanding of patterns and equations, he begins to shape the energy into spells unlike anything this world has seen. But the world he’s been thrown into is not merciful. Predators stalk the shadows, rival survivors would sooner kill than trust, and the land itself seems alive with malevolent intent. Eliar must adapt quickly, forging alliances where he can and outwitting enemies who see his intellect as weakness. Every step forward is a battle, every mistake a potential death sentence. As Eliar navigates this unforgiving world, he uncovers traces of an ancient civilization—a people who once mastered the same energy he now wields. Their downfall holds the key to understanding this broken realm, and perhaps, to Eliar’s survival. But the deeper he delves into the world’s secrets, the more he realizes the truth: this world has no intention of letting him leave unscathed. Driven by the faint hope of carving out a peaceful existence, Eliar must endure relentless trials and confront the darkness within himself. In a world without mercy, only those who embrace the chaos will survive.

Cursed with eternal life, Elias is bound to an endless cycle of death and rebirth, carrying the haunting memories of countless past lives. Across centuries, he has walked through civilizations, from empires to forgotten villages, always marked by the jagged scar on his chest—a scar that remains even as his body changes. With each life, he is plagued by visions of a shadowy figure, a Watcher who appears at pivotal moments but offers no answers. In his current life, Elias arrives in the remote village of Rivenwood, hoping for a brief respite from the relentless burden of his curse. But peace is fleeting. Ominous signs emerge: cryptic whispers, ghostly apparitions, and a mysterious figure stalking him from the shadows. As ancient forces stir, Elias begins to unravel a sinister truth about his curse—a truth tied to a forgotten betrayal and a powerful entity bent on his eternal suffering. Determined to break the cycle, Elias embarks on a perilous journey to uncover the origins of his curse. Along the way, he encounters allies and enemies—some drawn to his plight, others determined to exploit it. Each step forward brings him closer to a revelation that could either shatter his soul or free him from his eternal torment. But the cost of redemption is high, and Elias must confront not only the enemies around him but also the darkness within. Can he uncover the truth and break the chains of immortality, or is he doomed to live forever as a pawn in a cosmic game beyond his understanding? The Immortal's Curse is a gripping dark fantasy tale of redemption, suffering, and the unyielding quest for freedom against an unforgiving fate.

The world Jenna once knew was gone, replaced by a chaotic landscape where the undead ruled. Cities, once bustling with traffic and the constant hum of office life, now stood eerily quiet, littered with abandoned cars and half-eaten remains. Skyscrapers loomed over crumbling streets, their windows shattered like jagged teeth in the skyline. Before the apocalypse, Jenna was just another cog in the corporate machine—26 years old, an office worker who blended into the beige walls of her cubicle. She was sharp-witted, sarcastic, and always found a way to inject humour into the soul-crushing monotony of her daily grind. Her dark brown hair was constantly tied in a lazy bun, and her wardrobe consisted of the same three cardigans rotated in and out of existence. She had dreams, sure, but none of them involved surviving a zombie apocalypse, let alone doing it with newly discovered spatial powers. Now, as a newly minted zombie with a strange ability to store objects in a personal pocket dimension, Jenna found herself navigating a ruined world with the same dry humour that once got her through endless office meetings. Only now, she was hoarding supplies instead of spreadsheets—and doing it in style. --- A/N The MC is dumb as f*ck so, if your looking for smart and strong MC. This story is not for you.

In the celestial realm of the Moon, a timeless entity known as the Watcher stands sentinel, gazing down upon the vast expanse of the universe with eyes that see beyond the veil of time and space. From this lofty perch, the Watcher bears witness to the unfolding drama of existence, observing the intricate interplay of gods and mortals across the seven realms of Eternivara and the mortal world of Earth. As the Watcher surveys the cosmos, they offer a guided tour through the realms of Eternivara, each one a world unto itself, governed by its own laws and inhabited by its own inhabitants. From the celestial splendor of Aethion to the fiery depths of Hellion, from the watery depths of Hydroxymos to the shadowy realm of Noxymos, each realm is a testament to the boundless creativity and imagination of the divine. In "Eternivara: Summary Edition [Moon Saga]," readers are invited to embark on a journey through the realms of Eternivara, guided by the omniscient perspective of the Watcher. Through vivid descriptions and captivating narratives, the Watcher recounts the key events and themes that shape the mythology of Eternivara, offering insights and reflections on the epic saga that spans the cosmos. In Aethion, the celestial realm of light and purity, readers witness the divine machinations of celestial beings and the eternal struggle between order and chaos. From the celestial palaces of the gods to the celestial gardens of the heavens, Aethion is a realm of transcendence and enlightenment, where mortal souls aspire to attain divine grace and ascend to higher planes of existence. In Hellion, the infernal realm of darkness and despair, readers are plunged into the fiery depths of damnation, where the souls of the damned suffer for their sins under the watchful eye of the fearsome deity Hellwroth. From the jagged mountains of obsidian to the rivers of molten lava, Hellion is a realm of punishment and torment, where the flames of damnation burn eternal. In Hydroxymos, the watery realm of mystery and wonder, readers explore the depths of the ocean floor and the hidden secrets that lie beneath the waves. Ruled by ancient sea gods and mystical creatures, Hydroxymos is a realm of fluidity and transformation, where the boundaries between land and sea blur and the secrets of the deep remain shrouded in mystery. In Ignitimos, the fiery realm of passion and ambition, readers witness the forging of souls in the crucible of fire, where the flames of creation and destruction burn eternal under the watchful gaze of the powerful deity Pyrothos. From the volcanic peaks to the lava fields, Ignitimos is a realm of forging and refining, where the trials of fire temper the souls of its inhabitants and forge them into beings of strength and resilience. In Nitromos, the realm of air and freedom, readers soar through the boundless skies and explore the floating islands and cloud cities that dot the horizon. Ruled by the enigmatic deity Aerion, Nitromos is a realm of exploration and discovery, where the winds of change carry the dreams and aspirations of its inhabitants to new horizons. In Noxymos, the shadowy realm of darkness and mystery, readers venture into the depths of the unknown, where shadows dance and whispers echo through the darkness. Ruled by the elusive deity Noctura, Noxymos is a realm of secrets and hidden truths, where the shadows of the past and the fears of the future converge to test the resolve of its inhabitants. And in Earth, the mortal realm of humanity, readers witness the struggles and triumphs of mortal beings as they navigate the complexities of life, love, and destiny. From the bustling cities to the remote wilderness areas, Earth is a world of diversity and contradiction, where the forces of good and evil wage an eternal struggle for supremacy. In the summary edition, readers experience the whole Eternivara cosmos from the perspective of the Watcher.

"Once upon a time..." "There was a young man named Fionn." "He was the king of the Hyperboreans, a civilization that thrived in the distant north of the world, where peace and harmony reigned beneath skies of eternal frost." "One day, during one of his habitual walks beyond the walls of his grand, crystalline castle, Fionn heard a peculiar sound—a sharp squealing that pierced the stillness of the white forest surrounding his domain." "Startled and alert, he gripped the hilt of his regal sword and followed the noise, his boots crunching softly over snow-dusted leaves. As he pushed through the pale foliage, the source of the sound revealed itself—a girl, cornered by a thur." "The creature was monstrous, towering over both the girl and Fionn himself. Its thick, gnarled skin was the color of ash, mottled with scars and patches of coarse, dark hair. A pair of jagged tusks jutted from its wide, snarling mouth, and its eyes glowed faintly, like embers in a dying fire. Long, sinewy arms ended in clawed hands that could snap trees like twigs, and its breath came out in ragged, steaming huffs, filling the air with a stench of decay." "The thur growled, advancing on the girl with a lumbering gait, its massive frame causing the ground to tremble faintly beneath its weight. Every instinct in Fionn's body screamed at him to flee, but he stood firm." "Drawing his sword in one fluid motion, the king lunged forward. With a single, decisive strike, he felled the monster, its roar silenced as it collapsed into the snow." "-Are you all right?- Fionn asked, his voice steady but gentle as he turned toward the girl." "But she didn't respond. She didn't even look at him." "Fionn frowned, puzzled by her silence. Perhaps she was too shaken by the attack to speak, he thought. Yet, something else caught his attention—something even more peculiar." "Her skin. It wasn't the pale, snowy white of the Hyperboreans. It was... pink. A soft, warm hue unlike anything he had ever seen." "-Ehm... I know this might sound a little inappropriate, but... where are you from? You don't look like anyone from here,- Fionn ventured cautiously, hoping for a reply. But still, she said nothing." "-Wait!- He suddenly realized, his eyes widening. -Could it be that you don't understand me?-" "If she didn't respond because she didn't know his language, then she couldn't be from Hyperborea—or even anywhere nearby. But where else could she be from? Beyond Hyperborea, there was only the vast, unending sea... wasn't there?" "-Could it be that she's from one of the other Nine Worl—- Fionn's thoughts were abruptly interrupted as the girl rose to her feet." "She stepped closer to him, her movements deliberate but strange, her expression unreadable. She—Oh!" ~Ronf~ ~Ronf~ ~Ronf~ "Looks like Artair is already asleep..." The mother lowered the book gently, a warm smile on her lips as she gazed at her son's peaceful face. "He must have played a lot today. I usually read him more of the story before he falls asleep..." Leaning over, she placed a soft kiss on his forehead. "Good night, my little Artair." With a quiet sigh, she tucked the blanket around him even more snugly than before, then rose from the bedside. Extinguishing the torch that lit his room, she left, closing the door behind her with care. In the dim stillness of the house, she paused, looking out through the small window at the darkened village. Her thoughts turned inward as she whispered to herself: "I hope, at least, that you'll be able to live a life free from war..."

In the shattered realm of Chance, trauma isn’t just an experience—it’s a force shaping destiny. Step into the first of four realms in The Split Universe where one fractured soul seeks redemption amidst the jagged edges of their past. As they confront haunting memories, they must decide: can healing be found in the dark?

This is the story of Aryan Singh Rajawat and Mahi Kapoor. Aryan is the king of the business world, whose name alone makes people tremble. Mahi is a cheerful girl, whose past has some secrets hidden in it. Mahi has a different identity, which the whole world is completely unaware of. What is Mahi's identity, which she is hiding from everyone? What will happen when Aryan and Mahi meet? Will Aryan ever know Mahi's secret?

Maya Gupta never imagined that a chance encounter at a lively nightclub could shift the course of her life. Invited by her best friend, Mahi, to celebrate a night out, Maya finds herself unexpectedly drawn into a world of laughter, connections, and a hint of intrigue when she meets Amartya Jaiswal. Amartya, known for his laid-back, party-loving personality, is anything but the typical life of the party tonight. Recently grappling with a personal setback, he’s not quite himself. Maya, who’s reconnected with Amartya after years apart, senses a deeper complexity beneath his charming exterior. They share an evening of unexpected conversation, discovering common ground despite their seemingly different worlds. For Maya, this is more than just a night out; it’s a moment that stirs up memories of a long-held, unspoken affection for Amartya. Years ago, Maya had felt an undeniable spark with him, but circumstances and missed opportunities kept her feelings hidden. Now, with Amartya back in her orbit, those feelings resurface, mingled with the excitement of a fresh start and the uncertainty of what might come next. As Maya navigates this renewed connection, she finds herself entangled in a whirlwind of emotions and situations that challenge her preconceived notions about love and destiny. Unbeknownst to her, fate has more in store, setting the stage for a journey where chance meetings and unexpected turns could lead to something far more significant than she ever imagined. "When Fate Plays Cupid" explores the magic of serendipity, the twists of romance, and the intricate dance between love and destiny. It’s a story finding unexpected love when you least expect it, and how sometimes, the most surprising connections are the ones that change everything.

In the heart of a forsaken land, nestled amidst the jagged peaks of towering mountains, there stood a prison shrouded in legend and mystery. Its walls, weathered and worn by the passage of time, bore silent witness to the countless horrors that had unfolded within its confines.But it was not just the physical structure of the prison that held tales of darkness and despair—it was the journal kept hidden within its depths. Bound in tattered leather and stained with the blood of those who had dared to wield its secrets, the journal contained the names and deeds of the inmates who had been condemned to its halls.Each entry told a story of unspeakable evil, of souls twisted and corrupted by the darkness that lurked within. From petty criminals to deranged killers, the journal held the sins of the damned, a grim testament to the depths of human depravity.And as the pages turned, revealing the harrowing tales of those who had crossed the threshold into madness, one thing became abundantly clear: within the walls of this prison, the truest horrors were not locked behind bars, but etched upon the pages of the journal itself.

When Wes Kirby gets a glass bottle with a shapeshifting blob from his father, an employee at legendary lab 'Dreamweaver', he does what any 17 year old would do. Put it in his bedroom with the rest of the awesome Sci-Fi stuff! But when he's dared to open the bottle, some of the blob decides it wants a more fleshy home, specifically, the arm of Wes. His right arm is now constantly changing from the coldest, hardest metals to the most potent acids imaginable, gooey, jagged, and everything in between! With this newfound 'ability', having his arm behaving like a normal arm is now a task that takes active focus. What will happen when the government discovers his arm and catches wind? Will he be able to protect his father from being punished for a mistake he had nothing to do with? Will he ever live normally again?

This novel is based only on imagination, it has nothing to do with reality. Its purpose is only to entertain the readers. The story of this noval is about a boy from a rich family, Hankshit, whose family consists of his mother (Rupali), his father Hansraj, his brother and sister-in-law (Rajat/Rajni), his grandmother (Hemlata) and sister (Kavya). His dream is to travel the world and earn fame by becoming a big photographer by taking pictures. He has lost his faith in God Because of one incident.All these people live in Delhi, India On the other hand, our heroine Himani has a sister Bhavya, her younger brother Karthik, her mother Vaishali who is a housewife and father priest Hari Kishan ji. All these people live near Kedarnath Dham situated in the mountains of Uttarakhand. Himani who is a guide and takes tourists on a tour of the mountains. He has great faith in God. And then just like that, Hankshit and Himani meet as a guide.On one hand, she has a lot of faith in God and on the other hand, Hankshit is angry with God. How will these two hearts meet who have different thoughts among themselves or will God have some other will?

Deep within the dilapidated Sinclair district of the city, amidst the crumbling remnants of a nameless temple, an intrepid archaeologist delved into its ancient catacombs. He unearthed an otherworldly artifact near one of the sealed coffins—a muddied relic emanating an eldritch aura that stirred unease in his excited heart. Upon peeling the layers, he found it to be a vase crafted from porcelain and jade and identified strange writings on its side. With each careful stroke, more details unraveled. The letters were that of a forgotten tongue, seemingly appertaining to an extinct civilisation, but what was clear is that it was wrought by a master's hands. Then suddenly, the dark of the cave seemed to spread, as the archaeologist attempted to escape the encroaching darkness that seemed to materialize from naught, a desperate fumble caused the artifact to slip from his grasp. The precious vase, steeped in the weight of forgotten wisdom, tumbled through the air, its delicate form shattering upon impact with the jagged rocks. In that fateful moment, a kaleidoscope of vibrant colors and pulsating energies burst forth, dispersing through the atmosphere. as if a rainbow pierced the heavens and rain poured forth on unwitting denizens. The city's population inhaled the strange color particles, their very essence became entwined with the mystical forces unleashed. Thus, a metamorphosis unfolded—a phenomenon that bestowed upon the citizens a tapestry of extraordinary powers, each intricately tied to the primal instincts of the animal kingdom. Some found themselves endowed with awe-inspiring abilities, harnessing the strength of lions or the agility of cheetahs. Yet, amongst the transformed throngs, a young woman named Sadie awoke to a different reality. As the veil of slumber lifted from her weary eyes, Sadie discovered herself transformed into Sloth Girl—a being defined not by raw power, but by an unparalleled languor that seemed to stretch time itself. While others were psyched in their newfound might, Sadie found herself sedated of care, a somnolent haze permeating her every fiber. She had gained the knowledge that when a civilisation collapses, spirits reincarnate in other lifeforms and all had to be redone again. Dreading such a restart from scratch. Her purpose became to slow the frantic pace of a world always rushing headlong towards its own ruin. The weight of her eternal existence and the burden of time's unending flow tested her resolve. She wished to understand the true purpose behind evolution and sought to unravel the mysteries of the relic as a gateway to learn the secrets animating her strange universe. Hoping that one day, she will gain respite from the eternal cycle of chaos and creation.

"I own you Princess. No one will ever matter to you but me. Not even that scrawny looking boy who is waiting for you."" He walks closer gripping my neck in a firm hold that had me creaming my panties. ""I'm going to give you want you, what you have always desired. I'll ruin you for any man to come after me that's if I let him live. The thought of me throbbing inside of you gets me fucking turned on. So fucking hard I want you begging to stop but I won't and you why? Because your pleasure is mine alone."" He breathe huskily on my neck. ""Say what I need to hear and I'll make your wildest dreams come true."" He says and I moan shamelessly watching his finger caress my expose cleavage trailing down to my hot wet pussy. ""Say it Princess. Only the magic words will get you your utmost desire."" And I desired him more than I ever desired anything in life. His tongue lick my earlobe as those words sent vibrations down to my core, his fingers playing teasingly with my drenched pussylips. ""I-I am yours Papi."" I say through jagged breathing already at the verge of eruption watching his piercing silver grey smirk darkly loving how vulnerable I am for him. A dark promising smile that holds meaning untold. I want to be scared and back away from the insanely handsome man in front of me because I know who he is and what he can do to me. I blink, darting my tongue out to wet my chapped lips. Grey eyes darken further at that motion looking at me like a beast as I am his willing prey. If love is a flame I'll gladly burn for him. Sonia Vatore have been on the run ever since she watch the death of her family brutally massacred in front of her. In fear she changed her name taking the identity of your everyday American girl. Getting under the radar of Elijah, a ruthless and dangerous man, she found herself facing her deepest fear and her darkness desires. Mature content/ Adult language/ Violence/ 18+

So this is not mine. This is a novel written by a Chinese author called Lao Yu. However, I would like to share this with you guys because this is such a great novel, and he deserves a lot of recognition. If you see this here, Lao, or 'tearful fish wyj' contact me if you want it taken down, and I am not going to make any money off this or claim credit that this is mine, unlike another author on this site who has literally copied it. Here's the synopsis: Might is truth! Iron-blooded Prime Minister Bismarck once said: “To solve major contemporary problems, we cannot rely on speeches and parliamentary resolutions… we must rely on iron and blood.” Qin Tian, ​​a military enthusiast, was reborn as the fifth son of William II, Prince Oscar. Originally, he just wanted to eat and wait to die, but by accident, he became the heir to the empire. For his own life, Qin Tian had to do everything possible to let Germany win the war! Qin Tian’s goal: “Use the German sword to obtain land for the German plow, obtain daily bread for the German people, and fight for the land under the sun for the German nation!”

Aziel, a painter who lost his will to paint after a tragedy he couldn't even remember, began to dream about a woman whom he doesn't recognize. Every single day, he would sleep at the exact same time just to see this woman in his dreams. As they continue to meet, he slowly fell in love with her. But would love be enough for them? "Aziel, would you mind painting a chrysanthemum for me? A yellow one at that."

Mahis Rarendra CEO muda dan tampan, namun ia ditinggalkan kekasihnya saat hari pernikahan. Gadis bernama Kanaya Fitria harus menjadi pengantin dadakan, Mahis melampiaskan kemarahannya dengan menerima permintaan sang Oma untuk menikahi Kanaya. Sementara Kanaya tidak sengaja melakukan kesalahan hingga menyebabkan sang adik yang tulang punggung keluarga meninggal dunia. Berbagai cara ia lakukan agar sang ibu ikhlas atas meninggalnya sang adik. Dan bisa memaafkan dirinya. Rasa bersalah terus menghantui Kanaya. Sementara Ibunya akan memaafkan Kanaya, jika Kanaya bersedia menikah dengan CEO dingin yang masih dibutakan mantan kekasihnya. Pernikahan di atas perjanjian yang dibuat sang suami. Mau tak mau Kanaya memang harus bertahan untuk mendapat maaf dari sang ibu dan menghilangkan rasa bersalahnya atas kecelakaan itu. Kanaya rela bertahan dengan Mahis Rarendra yang selalu bersikap acuh dan tak peduli. "Pernikahan ini bukan cinta! Melainkan kita saling memanfaatkan. Kamu memanfaatkaku untuk mendapat maaf dari ibumu dan aku memanfaatkanmu agar penyakit Oma tidak kambuh! Jadi jangan harap akan ada cinta!" Pernyataan itu dilontarkan Mahis, membuat Kanaya berjuang sendirian untuk meluluhkan hati sang suami. Apa mereka pernikahan mereka akan bertahan? Apakah perjuangan Kanaya akan berhasil?

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The story is aboit a teen age girl who's father died and his boss had a bad eye on that girl...