Maghrib Prayer

After a humiliating scandal tanks her once bright career, former child star Selene Grey gets a second chance in an highly anticipated drama. But as she’s ready to reclaim the spotlight, things go horribly wrong. Christopher Hart is everything the media claims he is, calm, composed and dangerously charming. But behind the cameras, he’s hiding something, something not quite human. When Selene is attacked and discovers that Christopher is a werewolf, her world unravels and she is trapped between the new world of supernaturals and a new change for fame. After all, everyone in this industry’s just acting. Most especially the monsters. #werewolf #vampire #scandal "Selene, I'm not trying to kill you. Just open the door so we can talk, please." "Oh wow. How generous of you." I rolled my eyes. "Hey babe, I'm not here to kill you, just to casually drink your blood and then gaslight you about it later." "Oh, so you do remember?" Shit. "You're being unreasonable." Unreasonable? Me? "You literally grew fangs and decided to have me as appetizer, now, you managed to stalk me and get my address and I'm the unreasonable one?" I heard him mutter a prayer. "Please, open the door." That sounded like a threat. I didn't like that. "Does garlic work against you?" "I'm not a freaking vampire." "Then what are you?" I yelled. "I promise, I'm not going to bite you. Please, just open the door and hear me out." "You're not going to bite me?" I asked cautiously. "No." "Are you lying?" "…No?"

I wasn’t supposed to be here. Not in this fallen temple. Not in this broken life. Reborn as a false priest, a lie draped in worn robes, praying to gods who had long forgotten me. This place was my prison. My exile. A tomb for a soul who had no right to hope. Then he appeared. A filthy man, reeking of sweat and something darker, something intoxicating. His eyes gleamed with wild fire, and a crooked smile tugged at his lips like he knew every secret I tried to hide. He sauntered in, voice low and teasing. "Well, well, what do we have here? A little lost lamb in a den of shadows?"He asked. "I am the last priest this temple has."I said. He laughed, a slow, sultry sound that sent shivers down my spine. "False priest, true sinner. You’re far too serious for a place like this." His gaze lingered a moment too long, the heat in his eyes promising danger and delight. "I’m not supposed to fall. Not supposed to want."I said. He stepped closer, breath warm against my ear. "Oh, but darling, temptation is the sweetest kind of prayer."He grinned. And just like that, my quiet exile shattered, torn apart by a demon’s obsession. A seduction incubus who wasn’t afraid to play with fire… and power me in ways I never expected.

[There's already a grand, high-quality complete series of 6,000 chapters for you to read with confidence.] Choice is greater than effort! Martial masters fight bloodily over terrestrial treasures, yet the deep-water sacred herbs remain unclaimed. Having crossed over into a fisherman, Liang Qu obtained the Water Ze Cauldron, refined the Water Monkey's innate abilities, commanded Water Beasts, reaped benefits all along the way, and stepped onto the peak. [Water Monkey]→[Ze Rong]→[Water King Ape]→[Lord of Huai Whirlpools]! From then on, I ruled over the expansive Ze waves! ............ On the shore, people knelt in prayer, offering sacrifices. "May the Water Deity bless us..." Damn, could you stop sacrificing maidens to me? I'm really not a Water Deity!

In a world where strength is within everyone’s grasp, where it’s stolen, bought, fought for, two friends clawed their way to the top—only to discover they were still too weak. Defeated and out of time, they gambled everything on one desperate act: a return to the beginning. But the past isn’t so easily rewritten. Their memories are gone, their power reset—all that remained were the vestiges of a plan from a forgotten timeline, the burning need to rise, and prayers. Read Val, an 18-year-old on the cusp of manhood, as he forges himself anew. Torn between the life-changing events on his 18th birthday and his pitiful strength, he’ll battle rivals, navigate treacherous situations, and confront the shadows of his forgotten past. But this time, he’s not just fighting for power—he’s racing against time itself. Will he reclaim the peak he failed to reach before? Or will history repeat, leaving him broken once more? And in a never-done-before twist, you can follow the perspective of both protagonists. Check out Lawless River: Futility’s Grace, written by my co-author CarpOfCaramel. Current Chapter Upload Schedule: Daily Discord for Joint Verse: coming soon!

In a dying world ravaged by its own mistakes, salvation came not from science, nor prayer—but from blood. When ancient texts speak of Skarveth, a forgotten god whose blood can heal the earth, desperate humans summon him from the depths of the sea. The ritual works. Forests bloom overnight. Life returns. And then—judgment begins. Skarveth, beautiful and terrifying, offers no mercy. His divine laughter turns skies red, and his hair—growing crimson with every life it drains—sweeps across continents like a plague. No sin is too old, no believer too faithful. As humanity crumbles under the weight of its own prayer, a boy named Azael listens to a mysterious old storyteller—Grampy Odd—whose bedtime tales seem a little too real. But stories are just stories. Aren’t they?

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Kai Nakamura dies helpless and broken in a dark alley, forced to watch his fiancé Yuki suffer at the hands of professional boxer and bully Daichi Sasaki. With his dying breath, he learns the truth, his father's "accident" twenty years ago was murder, orchestrated by the Sasaki crime family. His mother's two-decade hospitalization isn't from grief—it's from the psychological destruction of witnessing her husband's assassination. As death claims him, Kai's desperate prayer for revenge is answered by the King of the Ring System. He awakens at seventeen with a second chance and a game like interface that can transform his encyclopedic boxing knowledge into devastating fighting abilities. Every technique he studied as a spectator—from Mayweather's defense to Lomachenko's footwork is now locked behind stat requirements he must earn through systematic training. But the system demands more than just physical improvement. To unlock the advanced skills needed to destroy the Sasaki family, Kai must climb the ranks of amateur and professional boxing while maintaining his gentle facade. Outside the ring, he remains the caring protector his loved ones need. Inside the ring—and when anyone threatens those he cares about—he becomes something that makes hardened fighters step back in instinctive fear. The Sasaki family controlled professional boxing for decades through violence and corruption. They have money, connections, and a son who's never lost a fight. But Kai has something they don't, the systematic development of twenty years of boxing knowledge, guided by a system that turns dedication into power. Some debts can only be paid in blood—but first, you have to become strong enough to collect.

The world is dying. The gods are silent. Magic is but a whispered myth, buried under centuries of war, ignorance, and decay. Once vibrant empires that harnessed the raw power of the world are now crumbling, their ruins lost beneath moss and dust. It has been thousands of years since the last known spell was cast, and most believe magic never truly existed at all. Only charlatans, lunatics, or fanatics speak of its return. But something stirs. At the borders of civilization, in forgotten woods and the blackened hearts of mountains, creatures of myth are seen again. Strange lights dance across the sky. Whispered prayers once thought useless begin to echo back. Magic is waking up. Slowly. Painfully. But before it returns in full, blood will paint the earth. (Low Magic, Gritty Medieval)

Born of blood and yet so disgusted by the sight of it, that was Sephtis, the greatest necromancer the heavens would ever know and also it's greatest nightmare to come. Sephtis, a being who was most surely not human but neither was he a demon nor a beast, hating the sight of blood yet there exists no greater master in the art of slaughter than he. His ever growing army razing down cities, countries, continents, entire worlds and eventually perhaps everything else. He was the definition of a nightmare, his name alone scaring even shadows away and his presence leaving nothing but destruction everywhere it touches. And to the world's greatest surprise something incredible had happened, the unstoppable force had vanished from the surface of the world one day with no explanation nor answer as to his whereabouts. The world finally knew peace, the gods were praised for an entire month straight for answering their prayers, losing themselves in wine, music, food and carnal desire, this was heaven. But as always peace is never a long-lived thing, Darkness is never really truly gone, only just temporarily withheld and the greatest nightmare in history would be returning once more, this time so much greater than ever before and making sure that he completes his mission without fail.

In a world where strength is within everyone’s grasp, where it’s stolen, bought, fought for, two friends clawed their way to the top—only to discover they were still too weak. Defeated and out of time, they gambled everything on one desperate act: a return to the beginning. But the past isn’t so easily rewritten. Their memories are gone, their power reset—all that remained was a rough plan, the burning need to rise again, and prayers. Follow Theon as his once-familiar surroundings twist into something beyond reality, exposing him to a surreal world of cultivation that had thrived under his nose all along. Leaving him with a single choice. Survive or perish. Adapt or die. But for Theon, this is nothing new, the knife’s edge between life and oblivion. He’ll simply survive, just like he always has. Broken. Reforged. Betrayed and betrayer. He has experienced it all in the crucible of reality. And this time is no different. And in a never-done-before twist, you can follow the perspective of both protagonists. Check out Bearer of The Shattered Crowns: Futility’s Grace, written by my co-author CatOfSparks. Neither realizes their paths are already tangled—by choices they haven’t made yet. Will their second chance forge legends—or repeat their downfall? Current Chapter Upload Schedule: 3+ per week (planned to increase) Discord for Joint Verse: coming soon!

Julio was once the reputable consigliere to Don Picasso, a mafia lord who had taken him in from the streets and treated him like a son. However nothing could have prepared him for the sudden murder of his master and then himself by the old man's only son, Pedro Picasso. During his final moments, Julio decided to take a leap of faith and make a prayer, only the prayer was made to the devil himself who was listening. A deal was made, torment and eventual ability to return to take revenge in exchange for his soul. Julio undergoes torture for years in hell and when he is finally released, he has a hell system to help him unleash hell itself on everyone including innocents.

Noor Fatima, a soft-spoken and devout Muslim girl from the heart of Lahore, lives a quiet life filled with books, prayer, and dreams untouched by the world's cruelty. Her life is guided by faith, simplicity, and the warmth of a close-knit family that has sheltered her from danger and darkness. But everything changes when her path crosses with Leonardo De Luca—a ruthless Italian Mafia boss whose hands are stained with blood and sins too heavy to confess. Cold, feared, and merciless, Leonardo lives in a world where loyalty is bought, and love is weakness. He never believed in God, let alone redemption. Yet, when fate brings Noor into his world, he is disarmed by her innocence, her unwavering morals, and the purity in her gaze that sees past his violence. What begins as curiosity becomes obsession. What starts as protection becomes love—dangerous, forbidden, all-consuming love. As Noor is pulled deeper into the shadows of his empire, she must fight to hold onto her identity and her faith. And Leonardo? He must choose between the empire he built from blood and the light he never thought he deserved. But shadows never fade without a fight—and love, in their world, comes with a price.

THE LAST MARINE– Series Synopsis The world ends not with a bang, but with a prayer and a shattered test tube. Marine Quinn Calloway, a man accustomed to the structured chaos of war, finds himself on leave in the deceptively peaceful mid-sized city of New Havenburg when the unthinkable happens. Dr. Lucian Kael, a brilliant and devoutly religious scientist at the prestigious Blackwood Research Institute, driven by a fervent desire to unlock humanity's "divine potential," makes a catastrophic miscalculation. His experimental "Kael Strain" virus, designed for benign purposes, is accidentally unleashed, and its effects are swift, brutal, and biblical in their apocalyptic scope.

Sinopsis: Di wilayah terpencil yang tak tercatat dalam peta, terdapat kisah tentang sebuah kampung yang lenyap setiap malam Jumat. Konon, siapa pun yang masuk menjelang malam dan belum keluar sebelum adzan Maghrib, akan ikut lenyap bersama kampung itu. Dedi, seorang jurnalis yang menyelidiki kisah mistis tersebut, justru menemukan kebenaran yang tak bisa ia tulis—karena untuk keluar dari kampung itu, bukan hanya waktu yang harus diperhatikan... tapi juga diam-diam yang tidak boleh dilanggar.

(Warning - Contains Gore, non-consensual Sex, Violence) One of the Twelve Gods bestows a divine blessing on every child, a gift that establishes their value, strength, and direction. These blessings frequently elevate nobles. Alane, the Duke's first son, was foretold to be the next legendary chosen one—a unique blessing bestowed upon one person per generation. He will supposedly receive it from the Sun, the most revered deity. Everyone loved him. However, something went wrong on the day of his Rite of Ascension. Indeed wrong. His prayers went unanswered, and he received no blessings—not even common blessings—from any of the gods. He was thus labeled a Devil. His own parents and people imprisoned him. He cried and pleaded as they tortured him. After that, when his younger brother gets chosen one from Sun God. Alene was sold into slavery. Alane felt broken, alone, and deceived. He wants to kill everyone who has mistreated him, including the gods. At any rate, That's what keeping him alive, by any means. Then one day he met someone who, like him, needed to exact revenge. The 13th dead god. He thus received chosen blessings, but unlike other chosen ones, he was not strong or powerful. But it's more like a curse, yet it's key to his revenge.

The dead should stay dead. Kael Arvid repeated the words like a prayer as he adjusted the raven mask over his scarred face. The carved beak pressed cold against the bridge of his nose, the eyeholes narrowing his vision to slits of flickering torchlight. Beneath him, the ballroom of House Dain shimmered—a grotesque painting of gold and rot. Nobles laughed behind ivory masks, their gloved hands clutching goblets of wine dark as clotting blood. The air reeked of clove and something fouler beneath, like meat left too long in the sun. He hadn't come for wine. The dagger at his belt was hungry. It had waited seven years for this night. Seven years since House Dain's soldiers kicked in the door of his family's cottage. Seven years since he'd watched from the treeline as the flames turned his sister's screams to smoke. Seven years of imagining this moment—the moment he'd slide steel between Lord Dain's ribs and whisper his family's names as the light

They called her the Alpha’s spoiled daughter. Beautiful. Reckless. A party girl hiding broken bones beneath designer silk. But grief is a silent predator—and the night her mother was slaughtered by vampires, Auriella learned two things: Love is a weakness. And monsters don’t hide in the dark. They wear faces that make your heart race. Years later, her only escape is chaos—clubbing, fast kisses, faster lies. Until a vampire attacks her in the club. And he shows up. Cold. Commanding. Unapologetically brutal. Alervon doesn’t save her. He claims her survival like a burden. And that night rewrites everything. Now boys with secrets are showing up in her pack. Each drawn to her for reasons none of them understand. They are not here to fall in love. They’re here for war. --- Alervon – The Cold Protector He’s half vampire, half werewolf. Half demon All control. All scars. A killer trained to obey, not feel. But Auri makes his silence loud. His restraint violent. He’s not supposed to want her. He does. > “Don’t mistake my silence for weakness. I’ve imagined breaking you in more ways than you’ve imagined being touched.” --- Cassian – The Unstable Weapon He’s a fuse already lit. Tattoos like prayers, rage like poetry. Haunted by his past and too dangerous to hold. But Auri makes his madness feel like home. > “Say the word, and I’ll burn the world down. Not for love—for the way you fucking look at me when you're angry.” --- Leon – The Flirt You Shouldn’t Trust He’s a rich boy with a wicked tongue, a glittering trail of exes, and a laugh that’s always half a dare. He’ll flirt you into the grave with philosophy and leave you questioning if you liked it. > “You want danger? Sweetheart, I’m the reason good girls stop praying so I’d say I’ll break your heart, but let’s be honest… I’m aiming lower.” --- Malakai – The Ghost in Black He doesn’t speak unless it matters. Wears grief like armor and touches like he’s never allowed to feel. He’s the calm before the kill. The priest of pain. And she makes him want to confess. > “You shouldn’t trust a man who prays with his teeth clenched. I never ask the gods for mercy—I ask if they’re watching.” Luca Valen — The steady one. The boy who offered calm in a world full of chaos. He loved her gently, gave her safety, a future without fear. But she didn’t want gentle. > “I could give her safety… but she craved the storm that would burn her alive.” “She thought love would save her. She didn’t know it would burn.” >. One was safety. One was Chaos One was Depth One was temptation But he—he was the inferno

The girl named Anaya, a quiet 18-year old university student in Hyderabad, who has never believed in love. surrounded by friends who drift in and out of relationships, she keeps her heart guarded, afraid of being left behind. the fear of abandonment clings to her so tightly that even the idea of love feels terrifying. but one day, she decided to love later it turns misunderstanding which is broke her heart even deeply. later, overwhelmed by loneliness and the ache of longing, she makes a bold choice that if love in real life is too painful, I'll choose someone from my imagination. then she choose a Chinese actor named Yu Chen, who she often sees in dramas and he becomes her quiet escape, and she decides to fall in love with him. not for who he is, but for how his acting, singing makes her feel, safe, distant, unreachable. she knows it hurts. she knows this kind of love is lonely too. but she lets herself fall. on countless nights, she pours her emotions into the sky, whispering to the moon, hoping somehow he might hear her silent confessions. in her sorrow, she begins to write stories filled with feelings she could never speak. under a secret penname, her words travel far, touching lives and earning her quiet fame. her success finally brings her the chance to go to Beijing, the place where he lives. And now the real love story begins... of how she crossed borders, not just between countries, but between fear and courage. of how she learned that even the most distant dreams can begin to bloom when you believe in yourself. and how, through every heartbreak, every whispered prayer under the moonlight... she didn't just find him... she found herself... and in the quiet melody of her heart, she was finally... loved back. can she...

Elirys, She was born in the silence of winter, longing to be loved. Through fleeting friendships, failed romances, and aching solitude, she searches for something that will finally make her feel seen. A mysterious, lyrical journey of one girl’s desperate wish to be loved in a world that never stays. Soft snow, moonlit forests, and the echo of unanswered prayers guide her through a story where love might not be what she expected, but something deeper.

[TRIGGER WARNING: Mature Content + Dark Themes] Having spent her life avoiding the spotlight, María Jośe never imagined she’d be the one to bring shame to her esteemed De la Vega family. With beauty as captivating as a field of lilies, she is the prized daughter of an ambitious father who cares more for his reputation than his children’s happiness. When Álvaro Montenegro, the arrogant heir to the Alpha title, sets his sights on her as his chosen Luna, María Jośe is desperate for a way out. But everything changes when the Moon Goddess answers her prayer in the most unexpected way: María Jośe discovers she is an Omega—wolfless and the lowest rank in the pack. Once held in awe, she is now shunned; a source of shame to her father and a target for ridicule in the pack. As her life turns upside down , María Jośe's hatred for the pack grows. The only solace she finds is in her growing, forbidden bond with Axel Montenegro—Álvaro’s older brother, who has long turned his back on the pack. These two developed a love-hate friendship born from their shared disdain for the pack’s cruelty, which slowly evolves into a passionate and secret romance. But when Álvaro discovers Axel’s interest in María Jośe, jealousy ignites within him and he suddenly wants María Jośe as his own. Love, vengeance, and betrayal all brewed into a whirlwind of drama, desires, and deadly comebacks. Will María Jośe rise from the ashes of her former life, or will she be consumed by the power struggles of the pack she despises? Will she give in to the oldest brother who is scared of commitment or the younger one who fiercely seeks redemption? ______ EXCERPT: “Axel, no. We… can’t do this!” I jolted back when he pulled up my skirt. As if to retaliate, Axel grabbed my wrist and yanked my body to his. “We can do whatever I say we can do, María José.” “I’m your brother’s reject. Do you even hear yourself right now? He didn’t want me, Axel. What does that make me to you?” “I don’t care about Álvaro’s foolishness. It's his loss for losing a woman like you.” “Okay, I must confess. I'm not worried about him either. It's Rosa… you're getting engaged to my sister in a month!” “Let me remind you, María José—I don’t give a fuck about that either.” No matter how hard I jerked, Axel wasn’t letting me go. And part of me so, so foolishly didn’t want him to.

Betrayed. Buried. Reborn in silence. Kael Vanthelmir, last heir to a forbidden bloodline, rises from the ashes of annihilation to walk the path of vengeance and ascension. In a cosmos ruled by divine sects and tyrant heavens, Kael will master the forgotten daos, awaken ancient bodies, and shatter the thrones of gods themselves. This is not the tale of a savior. This is the rise of the Veilborne Sovereign—where destiny ends, and domination begins.

**In a world where the sun has been cursed… and all that remains to humanity is the ash of memory.** Ten years ago, the **Calvarin Empire** opened the gates of hell with forbidden magic… and from a nameless realm, the "demons" poured forth—devouring cities and turning prayers into screams. Now, all that’s left of humanity are embers, scattered across the ruins of a broken world. And at the heart of one forgotten city, **ten survivors** remain—each bearing their own scar, each seeking salvation down a different path. As for **him**… The hero who no longer believes in heroism—he does not speak. His eyes tell of a past gone up in flames, and his heart teeters between **silence… and madness**. So will the **final spark** of resistance ignite? Or will the winds snuff out the last glimmer of light in a world that has drawn its final breath?

“Villains aren’t born, they’re made...blah...blah...” Cute quote. Stick it on your Tumblr header next to your anime pfp. You boys love your villain stories, don’t you? You want carnage. Chaos. Control. You want a dark throne, a cold smirk, and a woman kneeling at your feet begging for mercy. But you? You don’t want to lift a damn finger. You’ll cheer for the villain as he kills a god, but cry when he gets betrayed. You call it “plot armor” when the hero survives—but call it “art” when the villain does the impossible. You’re not fans of villains. You’re fetishists. You want the violence, but not the silence after it. You want domination, but not the burden of being hated. You want power, but only if the story forgives you for it. You don’t read these stories to understand evil. You read them because you think you're too good to win the normal way. “Villains don’t play fair.” Exactly. That’s why you love them. Because you wouldn’t last a day in a world where strength mattered and excuses didn’t. You don’t want a villain’s life. You want his results. You want to watch him burn the world for a woman. But you’d cry if a girl left you on read. So tell me— What exactly are you rooting for? At least unlike you, I support heroes—the ones with boobs. You know the type. Tits squeezed into latex, thighs tight in spandex, preaching virtue with cum-drunk eyes the moment they fall into my arms but always end up screaming my name instead. She flies above cities, saving lives like it’s her job. But at night? She crashes into my arms, trembling, moaning, clawing at my back like I’m the only real thing she’s ever touched. Her cape drops before her guard does. But I don't need to tear it off. She hands it over herself—bit by bit, kiss by kiss, lie by beautiful lie. You ever felt a heroine's breath hitch in your ear as she begs you to stop pretending you're the bad guy? Ever watched the symbol of hope ride you like you're the last man left after the world ended? That's not conquest. That’s devotion, baby. Unfiltered. Undeniable. And the irony? They fall the hardest. Because no villain ever tried to understand them. No hero ever dared to see past the shine and into the ache beneath. But I do. I whisper into the cracks of their perfection. I plant kisses where they hide their pain. I fuck them where they forget to wear their strength. And when they break—when their moans turn to prayers, when their strength melts into submission— That’s when I rise. I’m not just some brooding misfit out for revenge, or a misunderstood loner sitting around hoping for a shot at redemption. I’m not a villain. I’m the SUPERVILLAIN—the kind your heroines moan for when the cameras are off and the capes are crumpled on my floor. Chapter Updates: 2 chapters per day (unspecified until a fix update time is decided) Bonus Chapters: +2 Extra chapters (350+ coin gifts) +4 Extra chapters (1005+ coin gift) +6 Extra chapters (2005+ coin gift)

A warrior seeking vengeance. A prince cursed by a demon. An empire on the brink of chaos. Meiying has spent years training in secret, preparing to return home; but when she does, she finds her family murdered and her home reduced to ashes. Her only path forward is revenge. Yet fate takes an unexpected turn when she saves Prince Cheng from an ambush, unknowingly binding herself to his cursed destiny. Marked by the emperor’s desperate deal with dark forces, Cheng carries a burden that threatens not only his life but the empire itself. Mei unlocks a rare and ancient ability—the power to manipulate life force, once wielded by the empire’s protectors. As dark forces rise and political conspiracies unfold, Meiying is drawn into a battle far greater than her own revenge. With the empire on the brink of collapse, she must master her newfound power and choose where her loyalty lies. Can she break the curse and help save a doomed empire, or will her thirst for vengeance lead to destruction? ——— Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. My body stiffened as a palace guard called for me from the other side, but I ignored it. Mei, on the other hand, began pushing me away in a panic. "Cheng, let go," she said, struggling in my arms. "Can't you hear him? What if he comes in and sees us like this?" "I don't care," I replied, my lips brushing her ear. "Tell me you forgive me, that's all I need. I won't let go until you do." I knew I was taking a risk, a huge one, if we were seen like this, there would be consequences. But losing Mei would be the bigger risk, the one I couldn't take. I couldn't let her slip away. "I just need to hear you forgive me, mei. That's all I need right now." The guard knocked again, calling my name, and Mei struggled harder. "Cheng, please," she said, her voice cracking under the strain. But I didn't budge. Finally she muttered, "Fine. I forgive you." "I forgive you, you crazy jerk." "You really mean that?" I asked, my voice barely audible. She nodded, exasperated, and only then did I release her. Just as I did, the door swung open, and I barely had time to step back before the palace guard entered, the guard rushed in, his face pale with worry. It was a close call. too close, but I didn't care. Mei flinched at the intrusion, but quickly composed herself, stepping away from me to a more respectable distance. The guard, wide-eyed and clearly flustered, fell to his knees in a bow. "My deepest apologies, Your Highness. I called for you several times but received no reply. I entered out of concern, fearing the worst." I glanced at Mei, but she wouldn't meet my eyes. She simply gave the guard one last look and walked out, leaving the room without a word. I let out a long, exhausted sigh, running a hand through my hair, still reeling from everything that had just happened. Turning back to the guard, I motioned for him to stand. "Get up" "And next time, don't enter my room without permission." ———— Author’s Note (Rong King) This story is a work of fiction, entirely created from my imagination. Any resemblance to real people, events, or places is purely coincidental. I have made every effort to craft a compelling narrative, but I acknowledge that some scenes or details may be inaccurate or unintentionally offensive. For this, I sincerely apologize. My intention is to entertain and inspire, not to harm or misrepresent. Thank you for your understanding. As we journey together through this story, my greatest hope is that our lives reflects God’s love and truth in all we do. I put my faith in Jesus Christ, who gave His life for me, and it’s my prayer that His grace and mercy touch each of us. Thank you for being part of this. May God bless you abundantly!

In a war-torn world ruled by cruelty and chaos, one impoverished couple’s silent prayers are answered in the most unexpected way. When a mysterious child with snow-white hair and obsidian eyes is discovered deep within the forest, their quiet lives begin to shift. Raised far from the eyes of the world, the boy grows in the shadow of secrets, his presence both a blessing and a question no one dares to answer. But in a kingdom where anything “different” is feared—and often hunted—how long can a child like him remain hidden? As silent tensions stir beneath the surface of a broken empire, the first quiet footsteps of change begin to echo through history. ,

Mia Izabelle never asked for a second chance—especially not in the body of a villainess. At thirty, Mia awakens in the world of a tragic novel, inhabiting the body of the infamous younger daughter of a powerful tycoon family. Known for her cruelty and arrogance, the original "Mia" was loathed by all—her four older brothers, her ex-fiancé, and the very world that once revolved around her. With one catastrophic mistake looming that could ruin her family's name forever, the new Mia is determined to right the wrongs and change her fate. But redemption doesn’t come easy. Haunted by the original Mia’s past, Mia faces hatred, suspicion, and betrayal from those who should have loved her most. Her domineering CEO first brother, Martin, despises her for firing the woman he once loved. Matteo, the cold and brilliant neurosurgeon, secretly poisons her, believing she caused the death of his girlfriend. Mikael, the unforgiving ex-soldier turned police officer, throws her into jail on false charges. And Mike—her beloved twin—turns away from her in favor of Lilianna, the "real" daughter who reappears like a vision of grace and perfection. As Mia endures poverty, isolation, and heartbreak, even the men who once held pieces of her heart betray her: -An ex-fiancé who loathe her down to the core. -A childhood friend whose love curdled into resentment. -A neighbor brother and secret crush who left her for his white moonlight. -And the male lead who woos her with sweet lies while plotting with Lilianna behind her back. When she is falsely accused of attempting to harm Lilianna and is nearly sent to prison, her family seals her fate—disowning her and abandoning her to suffer alone. Sick, weak, and slowly dying from poison, Mia collapses in a cold, forgotten room, whispering a prayer no one hears. Until it’s too late. Only when her body begins to fail do the brothers and former lovers uncover the truth. The lies. The betrayals. The manipulations. And their guilt becomes a sentence none of them can escape. But can a heart still learn to beat again after it’s been shattered? Lemon Mulberry is a powerful tale of second chances, unbearable loss, and the fragile hope that lingers even in the darkest moments. For readers who crave redemption arcs that sting, betrayals that scar, and heroines who burn before they bloom—this story will stay with you long after the final page.

Coming back from London as a well known psychologist, Zhao Wenli couldn't hold her joy for not seeing her family for 20 years after being separated from them when she was just 3 years old in her mind, she only knows of how her parents looked like from the photo her parents gave her, on her way to the airport. she didn't loath them but couldn't help to feel the love of Parenthood. life could only feel unfair when her father's closet friend's son framed them of embezzlement of funds and many illicit activities, made her to forcefully lay force threats on the already unbeatable son, Hua Wudi. in the almost quest for survival after realizing her mistake, met her tragic death. just a few days to her arrival from London, she met her end. "if I had known of my fate, I would rather not return and miss my parents unconditionally in London" she muttered as she breathe her last. The heavens heard her silent prayer and transmigrated her to a world of cold war and unequal cultivations which she never thought of being in one. There, she met Hua Wudi as the unbeatable leader. remembering her tragic fate in her past life, decides to avoid him. but fate already has other plans for her. Just because of the one single silent prayer. Heavens didn't grant her prayers but made it worst for her, either that she makes her a life living hell or, a better place for living. in anyway, the ball is now in her court.

He was the feral Alpha King buried beneath the mountain. She was the cursed girl they offered to him as sacrifice to end the famine plaguing their lands. ...but what sleeps beneath the mountain is no myth. Ruvan, the first Alpha. Imprisoned, driven to utter madness, and starved of power. Solenne, the packless she-wolf known as the Harbinger of Misfortune. With the power of cursed speech, she is able to kill and bend the world to her will with only one word. To avoid hurting others, she hasn't spoken a single syllable since she was a child. Feared and rejected by her own people, she is given to the mountain in a forbidden ritual-sacrifice... and her scent stirs the beast that slumbers beneath it. His mate. Ruvan will stop at nothing to claim what's his, even if that means storming the heavens and finding the cure to her curse just to hear her speak his name. ---- She saw stars behind her eyes and felt constellations carved into her skin with every lingering touch and each press of his mouth. He painted the night sky onto her body, not with a brush, but with his lips, hands, and his insatiable hunger—until her lungs were empty and her heart soared so high it must’ve kissed the moon. “Solenne,” Ruvan murmured, voice low and reverent, like a prayer. She shivered; the sound of her name on his lips felt like heaven. Ruvan pressed his palm to her stomach, anchoring her as he leaned in, mouth brushing the hollow of her throat. His hand rose, slow and shaking, tracing the shape of her jaw like it was a sight made only for him. His thumb brushed the corner of her mouth and his eyes burned as he studied her. “You feel like the stars,” he whispered, “Mesmerizing and bright... something that I want to capture and keep to myself." And then he kissed her; it was a deep, aching vow he couldn’t speak aloud. A promise made only in breath, heat, and need. When they parted, he gently pressed his forehead against hers. His voice dipped lower… uncertain, maybe even afraid: “Say my name?” -- R18, werewolves, fated love, weak to strong... I hope you enjoy my second entry for 2025 WSA. :) give it a shot~

There is a girl I love, beyond measure, her name whispered in my every prayer. I sacrificed everything for her, and now I depart, my final act dedicated to her. In a realm beyond this life, if our souls should meet once more I pray earnestly for one thing—may the Divine decree that we never again walk the same path. Then why? “Excuse me? If you're done, can I use the tap?” Why did our path across again? If our fate was predetermined, why had I been granted this second chance? Why!? Why was I transported back to the past!?

The Strongest Warrior A novel of pain, purpose, and the power that awakens when a people remember who they are. In a forgotten corner of the land, nestled beneath the shadow of mountains and veiled by dense forest, lies a village once filled with songs, celebration, and sacred tradition. This village, now called Bakoto, has become a memory of itself—its fields bare, its elders weary, and its people fractured by years of raids, injustice, and an unshakable silence that hovers like a curse. There was a time when Bakoto was feared for its warriors, respected for its wisdom, and revered for its spirit. But time, misfortune, and the schemes of rival territories have reduced its strength to whispers and prayers. No one dares to stand. No one dares to dream. Until one does. Born in the midst of this suffering, a child watches the world crumble around them—not with passive despair, but with a burning awareness that something greater lies beyond the pain. Marked by vision and an unwavering sense of purpose, this child learns in secret what the elders no longer teach: the old songs, the sacred rhythms, the lost forms of combat and communion. Every wound, every loss becomes a lesson. Every injustice, a call to action. Leaving behind the safety of obscurity, this soul journeys far from home—learning, growing, and facing tests meant for warriors twice their age. Across enemy lines, through foreign cultures, and amid sacred mountains, they gather not just strength of body, but clarity of mind and depth of heart. The world is vast and often cruel, but the wisdom they gain becomes a map—a spiritual compass pointing back to where the true battle waits. When they return, the village barely recognizes them. Strong. Focused. Unshaken. But what matters most is not what they’ve become, but what they’ve come to do. This is not just a return. It’s a reckoning. One by one, the villagers are stirred from their slumber. The warrior does not demand worship, nor bow before the weight of history—they listen, they serve, they lead. Fields begin to flourish again, drums echo in the night, and eyes that once stared into the dust now gleam with fire. But change awakens enemies, and Bakoto's revival draws attention from those who once benefitted from its silence. A storm begins to gather. The warriors of old had passed, but now, a new storm-bearer rises—a leader who does not rule by fear but moves with the soul of the land. As armies approach and betrayal threatens from within, the people must choose: to fall once more into fear or rise beside the one who reminded them of their strength. What follows is not merely a war for land. It is a war for identity, for memory, and for the sacred bond between people and purpose. Lives will be lost, secrets unearthed, and destinies rewritten. And in the heart of it all, the warrior will face their truest test—not against enemies, but against doubt, grief, and the weight of being more than human in the eyes of the people. The Strongest Warrior is not a tale of a hero saving a village. It is the story of a village remembering its own heartbeat. It is about what happens when one person dares to believe that change is possible—and when others dare to believe with them. It is about the sacred cost of leadership, the beauty of collective healing, and the truth that even the strongest warrior cannot rise without the people standing behind them. This is a novel where spiritual forces weave through everyday life, where the physical and the divine meet on battlegrounds and in kitchen huts, and where the scars of the past are both painful and prophetic. This is Bakoto’s story. This is the story of the fire that refused to go out. This is The Strongest Warrior.