Fainted Narvent

I can't help falling for you. you've unraveled me in ways I never thought possible... -------------- Imagine you go to work like every other day, but you never expected to confront an agent of death, an event that will change your life forever. Natasha was having a regular day at work until life threw a curveball—she meet and confronts Drogen, a grim reaper, in the garage, talk about tough luck. And just when things couldn’t get any worse… bam! a car crash. Dead? Yeah. But not for long. Drogen broke every grim reaper rule and brought her back to life, convinced she was the key to ending his curse. Now they’re bound by a blood pact, and things start getting weird. Natasha experiences flashes of a forgotten past—a past that’s somehow tied to Drogen. A meeting that started with fear and death soon transforms into a sweet, passionate love experience that neither of them could resist and she finds herself helplessly falling in love with this mysterious being. But here's the thing, these two were never supposed to meet again. Excerpt: Drogen's expression softened as he stared down at her lips, a rare glimpse of raw desire shining in his eyes. "You know," he began, his voice dropping to a whisper, "I've been desperately wanting to do this since you hugged me." Before she could protest, his lips claimed hers, soft but insistent, catching her completely off guard. Her breath hitched as his tongue teased hers, coaxing a response. She froze for a moment, her heart racing wildly, but as his warmth enveloped her, she gave in, kissing him back. Her hesitation melted away as his touch deepened, slow and gentle, yet ignited sparks through her whole being. His hands found her waist, pulling her closer until there was no space left between them. She gasped softly when she felt his bulge pressed hard against her, her cheeks heating in response. He didn't seem to care—if anything, it turned him on even more. His grip tightened as though he couldn't get enough of her, his kisses growing bolder, more demanding, yet still carrying an undeniable tenderness. Her fingers gripped his shirt for balance, holding on as the intensity of his touch left her breathless. He kissed her like he was savoring her, like every second mattered, and it sent a thrill through her. Every brush of his lips, every press of his body against hers, made her forget where she was. All she could feel was him. Finally, he pulled back, their foreheads resting together as they tried to catch their breath. His voice was low and rough, full of longing. "You're driving me crazy, Nat." Her lips were still tingling from his kisses as she met his gaze, her own voice trembling but steady. "Then don't stop." His dark eyes blazed with desire, and a faint smile touched his lips. "You don't know what you're asking for," he murmured, his hand slipping lower, his touch firm yet careful, as if she might disappear if he wasn't careful. "Maybe I do," she whispered, a small smile playing on her lips despite the way her heart pounded in her chest. Something in his expression softened, but the hunger in his eyes remained. She had undone him completely, and for once, he didn't want to fight it. Whatever this was, he wasn't letting go, and neither was she. For fans of forbidden love, a rebellious heroine, steamy romance, dark fantasy, a tragic past life and happy endings, this book is for you TRIGGER WARNING: This book contains R18 scenes, detailed descriptions of violence, cruelty, murder and death.

“You’ve been researching for years with nothing to show for it. Why not try something else?” Samia’s tone was sharp, but there was a thread of concern beneath it as she leaned against the doorframe. The room smelled faintly of sterilizing agents, and the rhythmic clicking of keys filled the silence. Dr. Elias didn’t respond immediately. Dressed in his lab coat, he stared at the screen with unwavering focus, his fingers flying over the keyboard. When he finally turned to her, a slow, almost unsettling smile spread across his face. For a moment, he looked like any other scientist lost in his work—until he blinked. The motion was unnatural, his eyelids sliding horizontally across his eyes like a lizard’s. “Samia,” he said, his voice calm but electric with excitement, “I’ve figured it out. This time, it will work.” She opened her mouth to respond, but he was already on his feet, moving past her with an urgency that demanded she follow. They made their way through the sterile corridors of the facility, the fluorescent lights overhead casting a cold glow on the walls. The reinforced chamber was a stark contrast to the rest of the building. Thick steel doors hissed as they opened, and the hum of machinery grew louder as they stepped inside. In the center of the room stood a massive contraption—a web of wires, tubes, and blinking monitors surrounding a sleek, cylindrical core. “What is it this time?” Samia asked, her arms crossed tightly against her chest. Dr. Elias didn’t answer. Instead, he moved with practiced precision, attaching cables and adjusting dials. The air felt heavier here, charged with the anticipation of something monumental—or catastrophic. “Get your goggles,” he said at last, stepping behind the protective glass. He tapped the side of his goggles, the lenses catching the faint blue glow of the machine. Samia hesitated. She had seen him fail before. Years of promises and miscalculations had made her wary, but there was something different in his demeanor this time—something unsettlingly confident. Reluctantly, she turned and jogged back to the lab to retrieve her goggles. The first explosion hit when she was halfway down the hall. The floor bucked beneath her, and she stumbled, her heart leaping into her throat. A deep, resonating boom echoed through the building, followed by a blaring alarm. “Dr. Elias!” she shouted, spinning around. Smoke and dust billowed toward her, and the acrid scent of burning wires filled the air. Part of the ceiling had collapsed, cutting off her path back to the reinforced chamber. And then she saw it. Through the swirling haze, a glowing orb hovered in the wreckage, pulsating with a light that seemed alive. It started small, no bigger than her fist, but it was growing—expanding with an eerie, deliberate rhythm. The hum it emitted was low and bone-deep, vibrating through the air and into her chest. “No, no, no,” she muttered, backing away. Every instinct screamed at her to run. She turned and bolted for the exit, her shoes skidding on the slick floor as she raced against the inevitable. She had barely reached the stairwell when a second explosion ripped through the building. The force of it threw her forward, and she hit the ground hard. Her vision blurred as heat and light engulfed her. Somewhere in the distance, she heard the structure groan as it gave way entirely. Then, everything went black.

Fifteen years ago, Evelyn Carter’s best friend, Lillian Gray, vanished without a trace in their small, insular town. Now a journalist, Evelyn returns under the pretense of writing a feature on the town’s history—but in reality, she’s seeking answers. As she revisits familiar places, she senses something unsettling: objects seem to shift when she’s not looking, shadows stretch unnaturally long, and faint voices whisper from abandoned corners. The deeper she digs, the stronger the eerie sensations become. Are these supernatural remnants of the past, or is her mind unraveling? The town resists her questions, old friends turn cold, and someone—or something—wants her to stop searching. But when she discovers Lillian’s hidden journal detailing a chilling secret, Evelyn realizes the past is far from dead. Someone is still watching. Someone is still silencing those who know too much. And if Evelyn isn’t careful, she may be the next to disappear.

After losing everything, Daron Lamb is consumed by grief and guilt, until he's recruited by the Special Magic Force, an elite unit protecting the balance between magical and non-magical worlds. Together, they uncover a secret organization determined to free the God of Chaos, a force sealed away to protect humanity. As Daron investigates, he uncovers a chilling link between the group and his tragic past. Driven by revenge, he joins forces with his new allies to stop them. But as the truth behind the organization’s motives begins to surface, Daron is forced to confront a disturbing possibility: freeing the God of Chaos, though orchestrated by his enemies, might not bring the destruction he's been led to believe. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Daron's gaze drifted downward to his chest. Below, the stark contrast of a faint blue light against his white skin caught his eye—a soft glow emanating from his own chest. It softly pulsed, a gentle luminescence that ebbed and flowed with the rhythm of his own heartbeat. Baffled, he just sat there for a few moments, observing. As his fingers touched the source of light, he was surprised to find that everything felt normal, as if it had always been this way. It was like nothing had changed at all. Daron's eyes widened in disbelief when he noticed a strange black liquid seeping into the wounds on his chest—a substance like ink, flowing from within him. It moved with purpose, filling the gaps left by the fat butcher and stanching the flow of blood that had painted his skin red. "By the gods," he gasped, the sight both unsettling and miraculous. The black liquid quickly solidified, forming scars as black as the night sky. His eyes remained fixed on the eerie scene, his breath steadying to a normal rhythm. He was a magician now… it felt strange. He didn't feel particularly different. Sure, a mysterious substance had just mended his broken skin, but other than that, he didn't feel like he could do anything… new, anything special. He stretched out his hand, trying to summon a sharp wind to cut down his shackles. Nothing happened. Next, a flame, to burn down his cell. Nothing happened. “Figures,” he said to himself. “Why would it be easy?” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ For news and feedback, feel free to join the Vessel of Shadows Discord: https://discord.gg/dmCYCKNwx7

Warning: R-18+ It began with the moon. No one remembers exactly when it started inching closer, only that it was subtle at first—a faint red tint across its surface that deepened with each passing year. The tides grew restless, and the night air thickened with a strange, electric weight. Animals became erratic—and then humans began to change. Fevers swept through towns, leaving bodies writhing beneath the moonlight. Some recovered. Some died. But others woke differently. Bones twisted and snapped beneath their skin as limbs reshaped. Eyes sharpened with a feral glint. Howls tore from their throats. While others rose cold and still—hearts no longer beating but senses sharpened—the scent of blood became impossible to resist. Predators had awoken. And now, Velvetiana was about to step into their world or rather, she was to step back into the world that had forgotten her as the sole crimson flower of the Corvinus Clan. Living through her university life with a goal to graduate and crawl out from poverty, how will she deal with Blood Cardinals and Alphas, who never cease to cause trouble for her like a swarm of bees trying to suck the nectar out of her blooming red flowers?

“Oww…” I winced, lifting my throbbing head before glancing around and as expected the lab was in chaos. There was glass shattered everywhere, sparks fleeing from one place to another and the acrid scent of burning chemicals filled the air. Flames licked at the countertops, but what made my stomach drop was the gas spilling from a ruptured pipe. Crap. No one needed to tell me. I already knew it was toxic. The faint greenish tinge to the air, the sharp sting in my nose. It was more than toxic….it was deadly. And spreading fast and I couldn’t help but wonder what would have caused such an explosion. I tried to push myself up, but pain shot through my ankle, forcing me back down. I bit back a scream. “Dammit!” I cursed. That’s when I saw him. Liam. He was standing near the exit, scanning the chaos with an unnerving calmness and it was obvious he hadn’t seen me yet. Why the hell did he always have to be everywhere? He was already annoying enough. Ugh. I held back an eye roll. I tried my best to get up again but it was completely useless. I had sprained my ankle and there was no one around to help me…except him of course. Even if I wanted to yell for help, I’m sure the students left would be running towards the exit by now. So I didn’t have a choice but to ask him for help…apparently my only other option was dying and I couldn’t afford that. “Liam!” I choked out, coughing against the gas as it seeped closer. His head snapped in my direction. His eyes locked on mine, and for a moment, I thought he’d help. Instead, his expression hardened. He turned toward the door, ready to leave. God. He really was an asshole. “Wait!” I shouted, my voice cracking. “Help me! Please!” He paused, barely glancing over his shoulder. “I’m sorry, do I know you?” His voice was cold, detached and heavy with sarcasm. I gritted my teeth. My head throbbed, and the gas was making my vision blur, but I forced the words out. “We have classes together. Or have you forgotten the girl who was paired up with you in chemistry today…and do you even need to know someone to help them out?” I snapped. His gaze lingered on me for another second before he turned to leave and then I knew I had no choice. “If you don’t help me, I’ll tell everyone your secret.” My words made him turn. His dark eyes narrowed as he strode closer, towering over me. I had been holding it in for too long. It was high time I let it out. “My secret?” His tone was mocking. “Your fall must’ve really messed with your head, four eyes. Now you think a bluff is going to make me help you?” “It’s not a bluff,” I snapped, coughing violently. “I know who you really are, Alex.” His entire body stiffened. “Care to repeat that?” His voice was low, dangerous. I sucked in a shaky breath, the gas burning my lungs. “I know this identity of yours is just a cover, Alex Bronson.” I drawled. “So if you know what’s good for you, stop questioning me like a fool and help me dammit.” ~~~~~~~~ Eleanor is a 23-year old woman who was involved in a car accident on her way to her interview. Unfortunately she doesn't make it and assumes she's going to find herself in the afterlife but instead finds herself in the body of a college student named Theodora. And this college student happens to be a side character in one of the books she read in her past life. Having found herself in this body, she decides to find out why she's there and try to return to her old world. On her quest for answers she realizes she has to play her part as Theadora in this world which however lands her in a lot of problems.

In a world where awakening is both a blessing and a death sentence, Fenix, a young orphan from the slums, faces his fate with an apathy born of suffering. With no home, no future and no hope, his life has been a constant struggle to survive... until his body begins to fail. Dizziness, weakness, fainting spells. His awakening has come. In a world torn between Earth and Soulrealm, where power and survival go hand in hand, Fenix must decide if his life is worth saving... or if being consumed by the chaos is the true path to freedom.

She loved once. It destroyed her. She won’t make the same mistake again. Mizuki Wolfe should have had it all—the perfect love, the perfect life. But love, as she learned, was nothing more than a cruel illusion. In her first life, she gave her heart to the wrong man, trusted the wrong people, and paid the ultimate price. When she died, she carried nothing but regrets. Then she woke up—alive. A second chance. A new life. And this time, she knows better. Now, Mizuki has one rule: never fall in love again. She walks away from her engagement to billionaire Pablo Rossi without a second thought. She plays matchmaker, ensuring he ends up with someone else. The world watches in shock, but no one dares to ask the real question—why? Because if they did, they’d never believe the answer. Then came HIM. A rockstar with a voice that sends shivers down her spine. A pair of mismatched eyes—one gold, one blue—that seem to see everything. K is the kind of man who sings of soulmates, who believes in fated love as if it’s a force stronger than time itself. And the moment he lays eyes on Mizuki, he knows. She is his. But Mizuki doesn’t believe in fate. She’s lived this life before, and she refuses to repeat the same mistakes. Only… fate doesn’t seem to care what she believes. And neither does he. A battle of heart versus destiny. A love that wasn’t supposed to happen—again. Will Mizuki’s walls finally break, or will K learn that even soulmates can slip through fate’s fingers? A story of second chances, soulmates, and the impossible fight against destiny. ---------------------------------------------- “Miss Mizuki,” he greeted, his voice deep and smooth, the kind of voice that belonged in an expensive whiskey commercial—or better yet, a lover’s whisper. Mizuki blinked. Then again. Her mouth opened to respond, but what emerged was less “hello” and more “garbled wheeze.” Lizbeth, her ever-loyal assistant, jabbed her sharply in the ribs. “Hey,” she whispered, her tone sly, “I think the leading man just fell in love with you at first sight.” “Shh!” Mizuki hissed, her face heating up. She tried to regain her footing, figuratively and literally, but managed only to trip over her own feet. She lurched forward, arms flailing in what she hoped looked like an intentional movement. K, lightning-quick, caught her before disaster struck. His hands were firm yet gentle as they steadied her. Up close, those stunning eyes were even more hypnotic, and the faint scent of cedar and rain seemed to linger around him. “Are you all right?” he asked, his lips quirking into a smile that somehow managed to be both kind and devastatingly alluring. Mizuki’s brain short-circuited. She realized she was still clutching his arms and yanked herself back so fast she almost stumbled again. Lizbeth leaned closer, whispering gleefully, “You okay? Your heart’s racing.” “I want to run,” Mizuki muttered, barely moving her lips. “What?” Lizbeth asked, her grin widening. “I want to run,” Mizuki repeated in a fierce whisper. “Far away. To another country, maybe.” Lizbeth snickered. “Flight at first sight, huh?” “Yes!” Mizuki hissed, shooting a panicked glance at K, who was still watching her like she was the only thing worth noticing in the entire room. His gaze was so warm, so intense, it could have melted steel—and definitely her composure. She shot a look at Lizbeth, who was no help at all, and then at the nearest exit. She was already planning her escape. Update Schedule: Start February 14, 2024 Update: daily at midnight follow me on IG: @schreient_rui Like the story? gimme coffee :D https://ko-fi.com/schreient

As a human, I should be miles away from any large shifter event. Especially the annual Mate Hunt. A hunt for mates. Doesn't that sound barbaric? Yeah, it's as bad as it sounds. Several packs in the area gather as their newly minted adult wolves shift. Females are let into the woods first and are given an hour's head start, just before sundown. Then it's time for the males, ostensibly thrown out to hunt down the scent of their fated (or chosen) mates. It isn't an event for the faint of heart, and it's definitely no place for someone who can't shift. So why the fuck am I here, running my little human heart out, chased by what sounds like an entire pack of wolves? Great question. I don't know, either. But I'm here. Surrounded by howls fueled by the thrill of the hunt. Feet bleeding. Lungs freezing. I am so fucked. ---- R18. Dark themes, including but not limited to: Murder, attempted murder, a stack of dead bodies, betrayal, mild sociopathy, an ML who appears to bathe in red flags despite his favorite color being green, an unwarranted hatred of blueberry muffins, and pillow thievery.

In Japan of 1992, just after the economic bubble burst, society's public safety began to deteriorate. Xu Tianze finds himself transmigrated into the body of a detective named Aoyama Hidenobu, and the moment he opens his eyes, he discovers himself bound up tightly... Entering the new century, a prestigious magazine proclaimed that although Japan has lost a decade since the 90s, they gained a legendary figure like Aoyama Hidenobu. Regarding this, some Japanese nationals expressed: 'Damn it! We'd rather lose another 100 years than have this traitor to our country!' This book is also known as 'This Tokyo is Somewhat Hot.' PS: The protagonist is a rascal, acting with contempt, decisive in killing and fighting, purely for the thrill, not for the faint-hearted.

This is a game of deities. This is a fallen world. This is an endless voyage. Amidst the ruins of a shattered reality, a race known as "humans" dares to stake their existence on the faint glimmer of hope. "I shall return unto you the trials we once endured," proclaims a man of benevolent smile as he stands atop the pinnacle of the world. With fluttering banners, he gazes upon the radiant tapestry of the cosmos. He points a single finger toward the distant stars. Boom! A thunderous explosion shatters the silence, echoing across the desolate landscape.

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

Zephyrine should have died that night. It was her wedding day, but it turned out to be a mourning day for her. She lost her parents, the Alpha and Luna, and worse still, she was framed for their deaths by the fiancé she was expected to marry. Zephyrine barely escaped death and promised herself to avenge her parents death. She became a queen—a fearless queen with a pack. She crushed those who stood in her way, even challenging great Alphas and those of high authority. Despite all this, little does she know that fate had other plans in store for her. She finally found her mate, and he was none other than the Lord of the Grims. She refused to let the mate bond tie her down and chose to grow stronger while protecting her pack. The Lord of the Grims was forbidden from having a mate following the betrayal from the werewolves that happened centuries ago. But despite it all, the Lord couldn't help but fall deeper in love with Zephyrine. He protected her and acted as a shield, refusing to leave her side despite how she pushed him away. Zephyrine and the Lord encountered different situations of life and death, bringing them closer. Unaware of his true identity, she began to fall in love with him. Those from each realm found out about this forbidden love and decided to put a stop to it. Zephyrine discovered his true identity, realizing what the werewolves had done to his kind. She chose to fight for love despite all odds. Because some loves are written in fate. And some must be fought for in blood. Will she be able to stand against the two realms and still fight for the one she loves? What other danger lay ahead in their love story? Excerpt from the book "You carry yourself like you're untouchable," Caden said, his voice low and smooth. "Like no one can reach you. But I see right through that mask, Zephyrine." I held my ground, unwilling to let him see how much his presence was affecting me. "If you think you can intimidate me, you're mistaken. I've stood against worse than you." His lips curved into a faint smile, but there was something deeper in his gaze now—something that felt like fire. "You feel it, don't you?" he murmured. I stiffened, my wolf practically clawing to get out. I did feel it—the pull, the undeniable connection that tied me to him. My mate. The realization hit me like a tidal wave, and I hated how vulnerable it made me feel. "You're wrong," I said sharply, though my voice wavered. "Whatever this is, I don't want it." Caden's eyes softened, but he didn't back down. Instead, he took another step forward, closing the distance between us until I could feel the heat radiating from him. He raised a hand, brushing his fingers lightly against my cheek. "Deny it all you want, Zephyrine," he said softly, his touch sending sparks through my skin. "But your wolf doesn't lie. You can feel it, just like I do." I shivered, hating how my body betrayed me. My breath hitched as his thumb gently traced along my jawline. "I've been waiting for you," he continued. "And now that I've found you, I won't let you go." I clenched my fists, forcing myself to stay firm. "I don't need a mate," I whispered, though the words felt hollow. Caden's smile widened, but it wasn't mocking—it was warm, almost tender. "You may not think you require me," he said, his voice steady, "but I promise you, Zephyrine, you'll want me. And when that time comes, you'll submit—not because I demand it, but because you'll choose to." The way he said it made my heart stutter, and for a moment, I forgot how to breathe. Before I could respond, he leaned closer, his lips brushing against my ear as he whispered, "You'll see, my queen. You can try to fight it, but you'll be mine in the end." He pulled back, his intense gaze locking with mine one last time before he turned and walked away, leaving me standing there, breathless and trembling. My wolf was practically purring, but I wasn't going to give in. Never.

"Where's Kincade? Let's get this shit over with, okay?" I said, scanning the hall way for my contracted husband to be. My mother almost fainted but my father bit back a smile. Occasionally, he was the father every little girl pray for. "We will get to that as soon as we get a little thing out of the way" Lady Bridgette said and looked around like she misplaced something of little value. "I suppose any number of these vacant rooms would suffice for the inspection" "What inspection?" I asked no one in particular. The dowager duchess pointed at the room behind us and announced "This would do. Come" she commanded like we were dogs. She said and walked past me and pushed the door open. I was ushered inside the room and when Eva Belle tried to enter, the door was shut in her face. "The mother can stay but I doubt the father is needed, Yolanda" Bridgette spoke over us like we were servants not royalties. Sure, Avalon was the smallest country in the world but an old fart like her had no right to disrespect us. "Hey! Lady! What's going on?" I asked as my father per her request started walking towards the door. "Just do what she says, baby" My father whispered and walked out. I was still confused. "What's going on?!" "Hop on the bed, take off your undies and spread your legs, Nicolette" Lady Bridgette commanded. I almost laughed out loud. "Lady, are you high on fumes?" I asked her and laughed, turning around to laugh at the joke with my mother but she wasn't laughing. "Mom?" "Just do what they say. It would only take a minute, Noah" "A minute to..." "Doctor Stephen is here on behalf of Essex to check...to see...if you are still...intact" my mother murmured. I stood froze. There was nothing remotely funny about this. "They want to check to see if I was a virgin? For real? Is this a joke?" "Just do it" Mother said. "Dad!" I yelled on top of my voice. He couldn't have gone far. "Hop on the bed willingly or you would be restrained" Bridgette threatened.

Senior Server Felix stood at the front of the church, his voice steady and solemn as he greeted the congregation. “Our help is in the name of the Lord,” he intoned. “Who made Heaven and Earth,” the people responded in unison, their voices matching his reverent tone. “Today, we initiate new members into this divine and holy Order,” Felix continued. “Today, we welcome new brethren into the bosom of our Lord Jesus Christ.” At the back of the church, Louis sat on one of the few single chairs, his posture slightly slouched as his focus remained on a sheet of music in his hands. The title read, "Brightest and Best – Key of A-flat." 'Why didn’t Gramps give me an F or G? A-flat is so difficult, and I only have three days to finish it,' he grumbled silently, his brow furrowing in frustration. But he dared not voice his complaints. He could already imagine his grandfather assigning him even more difficult pieces—F-sharps and endless A-flats—as punishment. From the front of the church, a serene voice called out, “Harry! Step forward!” Louis glanced up, momentarily pulled from his inner musings. His eyes landed on a girl stepping forward from the pews. She had black hair neatly styled in a bun and striking green eyes that seemed to shine with warmth and composure. Dressed in a modest brown dress and black sandals, with a rosary resting gracefully around her neck, she exuded a calm, dignified presence. Her tanned skin and graceful demeanor only added to the aura of reverence surrounding her, befitting an Altar server. 'Sigh,' Louis thought as he brushed a hand through his white hair, his blue eyes softening with a mix of admiration and envy. 'I wonder what it’s like to be an Altar server. They all seem so pure and divine… and powerful.' Just as he returned his attention to his music, a calm, gentlemanly voice spoke beside him. “You could also be an Altar server, if you’re interested.” “Huh?” Louis blurted out, snapping his head to the side. But no one was there. “What in the name of Jesus is going on here?” he muttered, glancing nervously around. “At least you know my name,” the voice replied again, seemingly amused. “What?” Louis whispered, his heart beginning to race. "I'm certain you will be a good server," the voice said, calm yet enigmatic. Louis narrowed his eyes, still searching for its source. "Who are you?" "I have many personalities. I have many names," the voice replied with an air of mystery. "It’s your choice which one you accept." "You’re not making any sense," Louis muttered, growing more unsettled. "Blessed are those who have not seen but believed…" Before Louis could respond, his vision blurred, and the world around him seemed to melt away. He jolted awake, gasping for air. His hands clutched the crumpled sheet of music, its corners bent from his restless grip. His head teetered precariously over the edge of his bed, a faint ache in his neck reminding him of the awkward position he’d been in. "Holy Mother of Jesus!" he exclaimed as he lost his balance, tumbling off the bed in a heap of blankets and scattered papers.

I dropped it cause it was rejected lmao [Genesis System rebooting after 76 years of inactivity.] [Administrator Slot: Vacant.] [New Administrator Confirmed:—] The screen flickers. For a moment, the letters distort—glitching between gold and blood-red. A name appears. [Administrator Confirmed:—Elias Vaughn.] A sharp ringing fills my ears. The name means nothing to me, but the system hesitates. The text wavers, blurring, like it’s… realizing its mistake. Then, the letters dissolve. [Administrator Identity Error.] [Correcting…] [New Administrator Confirmed: Christian Arkwright.] A cold shiver crawls down my spine. I open my eyes, and the world isn’t mine. My breath catches—too soft, too light. My limbs ache, but they feel… small? My fingers curl. Slender. Pale. Delicate. This isn’t my body. The floating screen pulses again, words forming in golden light. [Primary Abilities Bestowed:] Creation Magic Spatial Manipulation Magic? My mind stutters, but before I can process it, another notification flashes. [Warning: You are a Deviant.] [Deviants are to be executed by royal decree.] [Status: In Hiding.] I freeze. No second chances. No learning curve. The moment someone discovers my power, I die. Then, the screen flickers again—this time, the text warps on its own. The golden glow dims, and a final message, faint and fragmented, pushes through. [If you are reading this… you are the last.] My pulse pounds in my ears. A soft static hums in the air. [The world has forgotten me, but you must not forget what I left behind.] [Survive. Learn. And when the time comes… create hope again.] Then—so quiet it’s almost lost in the noise—comes a whisper. “Welcome back, Elias.” A pause. A hesitation. The system flicks as if to correct itself. “…Welcome back, Christian.”

Zhao feng,an eighteen years old student from earth transmigrated into the body of a lazy young master of red moon continent,a cultivation realm ,where the strong dominate and the weak gets trampled upon, upon arriving,he got the 'Fury System' after his cute vixen sister got angry at him. Zhao feng initially wanted to enjoy a prodigal and carefree life after knowing how powerful his father was, until he had a taste of strength that the system gave him,he only had to make people angry to get fury points and raise his realm indefinitely. Since then, Zhao feng has made his life goals 'To make people furious " He encountered great difficulties and tribulations on his journey to immortality,alongside his shameless minions, since he never targets those weaker than him, it's always those whose strength is far above his, those that can kill him in a wave of their hands, but as fate will have it,they overcome all disasters. Zhao Feng stood tall, his eyes blazing with defiance as he faced the formidable warrior, Jin Tian. Jin Tian's face twisted in rage, his massive fists clenched, ready to strike. "You're just a foolish mortal, Jin Tian," Zhao Feng sneered, his voice dripping with disdain. "Your strength is nothing but a joke. You're just a brute, relying on your physical prowess to intimidate others." "Fury +5000" Jin Tian's face turned beet red, his eyes bulging with fury. "You dare to insult me?! I'll crush you!" Zhao Feng chuckled, his eyes gleaming with amusement. "Oh, I'm shaking in my boots." In a crowded tavern, Zhao Feng sat at a table, sipping a mug of ale. Across from him, the stunning beauty, Ling'er, glared at him, her face pale with anger. "You're nothing but a shameless dog, Zhao Feng," Ling'er spat, her voice venomous. "You think you're clever, but you're just a coward, using your words to hurt others." Zhao Feng grinned, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Ah, Ling'er, you're so beautiful when you're angry. But let's be real, you're not exactly the sharpest tool in the shed, are you?" "Fury +3000" Ling'er's face turned scarlet, her eyes flashing with rage. "How dare you!" Zhao Feng chuckled, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Oh, I'm so sorry. I forgot that beauty and brains don't always go hand in hand." "Fury +5000" Zhao Feng stood at the edge of a cliff, gazing out at the breathtaking landscape below. A faint smile played on his lips as he reflected on his journey so far. "Ah, the Fury System," he whispered, his eyes gleaming with gratitude. "You've really helped me, haven't you? I've grown stronger, smarter, and more ruthless." He chuckled, his voice carrying on the wind. "And I've brought chaos to this world, haven't I? The strong are trembling, and the weak are cowering." Zhao Feng's smile widened, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "But that's what makes life interesting, doesn't it? The uncertainty, the danger, the thrill of the unknown." He raised his hands, embracing the wind, the sun, and the world below. "Bring it on, world. I'm ready for whatever you throw my way." As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting the world in a warm, golden light, Zhao Feng's laughter echoed through the valleys, a haunting melody that sent shivers down the spines of those who heard it. May I ask you to follow Zhao feng in his journey of standing against the heavens,crossing mountains of corpses and rivers of bloods to get to his destination. Deities and immortal beings became his stepping stone to the greater DAO . Oh,he didn't forget one important thing..... making his enemies puke blood in Fury.

Warning: This story is not for the faint of heart. It's a dark tale with mature themes. **Those who bear the light within their hearts often seek the refuge of darkness, for an excess of light can scorch the soul** Haunted by the Darklord in her dreams, Everly Fernandez finds no choice but to move to her mother's hometown Shadowbrook. Unaware that the darkness she ran from is actually waiting for her there, she finds herself being drawn toward her History teacher, who has an enigmatic and charming personality. Torn between her extreme attraction toward the darkness and her teacher Logan Darkwood, Everly must find a way to stop herself from succumbing to darkness and defeat the dark one who wishes nothing more than to have her at any cost.

The path of cultivation was full of thorn but who could resist the temptation of immortality? Li Kong was an ordinary young man living in the village peacefully before a star fall from the sky and gave him a chance to become a cultivator. But yet, strange things keep happening inside of the village. An unknown altar made deep within the woods. Cases of livestock disappearing. A faint pungent smell hovering in the air. Just what was happening inside of the village?

He once dreamed of becoming the strongest a warrior powerful enough to protect the ones he loved. But fate was cruel. One by one, he lost everything: his family, his friends, his mentor, and the girl who promised to stand by his side. Yet he kept pushing forward, chasing strength until he finally reached the top. But by then… there was nothing left. Now, he lives like a machine completing quests, collecting rewards, and waiting for the day something strong enough will finally end his life. He doesn't cry. He doesn't smile. He doesn't hope. Until one day, he witnesses a young boy protecting his childhood friend from an A-rank monster. Something in him stirs a faint, long-forgotten urge to protect. For the first time in years, he feels something… and it terrifies him. But was it just a flicker? Or could this moment finally crack his hollow shell?

Beneath the bustling city， the shadows of the apocalypse lurked. The black spores spread silently， twisting bodies and minds. Gin's lab made some people disappear without a trace， turned others into monsters， and some into the rich. Now it was the turn of a mysterious young man， Mo Wen， to make his choice...but he made the wrong one. "Gin， with a sinister smile， grew curious about what Mo Wen was mumbling. He brought his ear close to Mo Wen's lips， only to hear a faint voice: 'Dad， I'm so scared...'" FREE on Kindle Unlimited now Available on Amazon shop https://www.amazon.com.au/City-Shadows-Pubang/dp/B0DTYBH95G https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8-N2roSb3Qs

Beneath the bustling city， the shadows of the apocalypse lurked. The black spores spread silently， twisting bodies and minds. Gin's lab made some people disappear without a trace， turned others into monsters， and some into the rich. Now it was the turn of a mysterious young man， Mo Wen， to make his choice...but he made the wrong one. “Gin， with a sinister smile， grew curious about what Mo Wen was mumbling. He brought his ear close to Mo Wen's lips， only to hear a faint voice: 'Dad， I'm so scared...'“

Amy, a typical New Yorker, has a life like a tightly - wound clock because of her busy job at the United Nations - precise yet exhausting. She is a person who is rational to the core. Superstitions about ghosts and gods, in her opinion, are like fairy tales for coaxing children, and sweet - talking is like cheap perfume, pungent and hypocritical. On that day, the heavy pressure of work made Amy feel breathless. She returned to her apartment where she lived alone, like a robot with its battery drained. Her only thought was to throw herself onto the bed and isolate herself from the whole world with the quilt. However, midnight, like a mysterious incantation, disrupted her plan. The old radio in the room cabinet made a strange beeping sound, and then a faint cry for help came: "Help... " Amy's heart suddenly tightened. Despite the mixture of fatigue and fear within her, her curiosity still made her ask the radio, "Who are you?" "I'm Tom. I'm being chased by a serial killer. I'm hiding in an abandoned warehouse. He'll find me soon... " The boy's voice was full of fear. Without the slightest hesitation, Amy immediately called the police. A rescue across time, of love and redemption, thus began.

Trapped in a locked concrete room with no memory, Lukas awakens to a chilling note: “You have 24 hours to confess.” A raspy voice from a rusted speaker delivers cryptic clues every hour, each one unraveling a dark past he can’t fully grasp—blood-stained hands, a river’s edge, and the faint echo of a scream. Amid the chaos of his fractured mind, one name shines through the fog: Raisa, a woman tied to him by love, betrayal, or something far worse. As glimpses of her warmth clash with visions of violence, Lukas struggles to piece together the truth. Is he a victim, a killer, or a pawn in a game he doesn’t understand? With time slipping away, the line between guilt and innocence blurs, and the final confession may leave more questions than answers—about Raisa, about himself, and about the door that waits beyond the 24th hour.

"How can a person plan to go through history when 35 of their books were all rejected?" Well, that's Manon, a teenager with the wildest imagination. Manon had only one wish. She made that wish every single day, but nothing happened until the necklace entered her life. "Where am I?" "Good afternoon, Miss Manon. How was your day?" Manon's eyes were wide open. "Are you my necklace?" "Yes, I am, and you can talk." "Wow! Can I ask one last thing? Am I sleeping?" "No, you're not." Manon tried to faint, until she saw the necklace turn into something. "Are you a bunny now? How did you...?" "There's more where that came from," it replied. "And I will grant you each power to become the novelist who goes down in history. But you have to go through some processes." "What do you mean? What's with that mischievous smile you're having? I don't like it," Manon said, her eyebrows furrowed, her blue eyes looking at the bunny. Her eyes got even wider when it turned into a bird. "First, you go through relationships: have your first kiss, make out, then you unlock a new power to be able to write. The more levels you obtain, the bigger the price. Your reward for your next mission is Romance. You write to make people reading it feel like they are there." "What do you mean by 'making out'? Don't worry, in time you will learn. Trust me, it's going to be fun." "How can I trust a necklace that talks, turns into a rabbit, then a bird?" It looked at her. "Fair enough. So, are you ready to have your first mission? Look at your watch." "What watch?" Manon looked at her left hand. "Oh. How? Talking necklace, I'm not surprised for some reason." "First Mission: Fall in love and date the most famous and cutest guy in your high school." "What?!" How will Manon take this new mission? Stay tuned to know more missions she is going to entangle. Will Manon's quest for literary greatness lead her to immortality, or will the secrets she uncovers rewrite her destiny in ways she never expected?

The room was quiet, except for the faint sound of the ceiling fan whirring above us. Liya's phone screen dimmed, casting the room into near darkness. Sana had already fallen asleep, her soft breathing rhythmic and steady. I turned onto my side, hugging my blanket closer. The excitement of the night still lingered in my chest, but so did something else, a strange unease. It wasn't like I didn't trust my friend's instincts, but I couldn't understand why they felt something was off about Arun. He had been nothing but kind tonight. The way he and his friends treated us, guiding us around the party, buying us dinner, it didn't seem like the actions of someone untrustworthy. And yet… Why did I feel this lingering heaviness in my chest?

Book 1 in the planned trilogy The Girl Who Sang to the Engine. In a parallel reality where humanity thrives on Ether-a mysterious energy derived from the alien element Anonium-progress comes at a hidden cost. Unbeknownst to society, their reliance on Ether awakens a cosmic Eldritch machine known only as the Engine, whose cryptic motives remain shrouded in static and whispers. Amid this unraveling world, two high school girls emerge as unlikely players in a cosmic game they don't yet understand. Rachel Harper, captain of her basketball team, discovers she has the ability to manipulate time-but each use leaves behind faint traces of static, distorting her reflection and eroding her sense of self. Her best friend, Emily Voss , foresees fragments of alternate lives-all ending tragically-and fears she's next. Together, they stumble upon clues linking their fates to the Engine, though neither understands why. Haunted P.I.A. agent Elijah Carter arrives in Corwood, Tennessee, tasked with investigating reports of anomalies tied to the town's new reactor. A seasoned tracker with the rare ability to see residual echoes of paranormal events, Elijah quickly realizes he's dealing with something far beyond his usual assignments. Meanwhile, drug lord Dezerea Hernandez floods the streets with Gloom, a substance transforming users into static-ridden husks called Hollows to flush out a threat to humanity. As Rachel grapples with her growing bond to the Engine, she risks losing herself to its cold logic. Meanwhile, Emily battles insomnia and visions of her own deaths, desperate to break free from fate's cruel grip. With the Engine's awakening imminent, humanity stands on the brink of collapse-or rebirth. But can two teenage girls rewrite fate before time runs out? Warning: This book is a Meta Cosmic Horror Trilogy, contains violence, psychologically disturbing images, heavy foreshadowing, red herrings, fourth wall breaks.

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