Sway Amv

In 1972, a groundbreaking discovery by Herbert Boyer and Stanley Cohen in genetic engineering, where they created the first transgenic organisms by inserting a resistance gene into an E. coli plasmid, sparked both immense scientific excitement and public backlash. While many hailed it as a monumental step forward, others protested, fearing humanity was "playing God." Amidst this controversy, Jeremy Karlson, a renowned paleontologist, recognized the profound potential of Boyer and Cohen's work. He saw it as a means to achieve something unprecedented: bringing dinosaurs back to life. Jeremy, accompanied by his wealthy step-brother Jake, who offered to fully fund the ambitious project, met with Boyer and Cohen. Jeremy revealed that during an expedition in Alaska, his team had discovered a perfectly preserved, 17,000-year-old juvenile dire wolf with intact organs, from which they successfully extracted degraded DNA. He believed that with Boyer and Cohen's expertise in transgenic technology, they could use this DNA, and by extension, potentially dinosaur DNA, to resurrect extinct creatures. Initially hesitant and skeptical of the audacious proposition, Boyer and Cohen were eventually swayed by Jeremy's unwavering confidence and the sheer magnitude of the idea. With Jake's financial backing and Jeremy's bold vision, they agreed to collaborate. The project, estimated to take four to five years, aimed to apply the nascent field of genetic engineering to the realm of paleontology, promising to reshape the world in an unimaginable way. As they left, Jeremy mused that when their success became public, the world would be irrevocably divided.

The world didn't end with a bang, but with a terrifying, agonizing stretch. Now, under a perpetually bruised sky stained by an ominous, unblinking red counter, humanity fights for every breath against an army of rapidly evolving infected and a planet that warps and shifts beneath their very feet. Kael, an utterly average guy whose biggest challenge used to be assembling furniture, thought he was utterly doomed—until a mysterious, transparent panel flickered into existence before his eyes. No grand destiny, no heroic call, just a sleek, silent interface that promises one thing: **Amplify (x1)**. From turning a flimsy broomstick into a marginally less flimsy weapon to making stale rations slightly more palatable, Kael's peculiar "cheat sheet" offers meager, often comically underwhelming, enhancements in a world where every fraction of an advantage is life-saving. But as the line between survivor and monster blurs, and the infected grow terrifyingly smarter, Kael quickly learns that even a small edge demands a heavy price. He's forced to navigate a brutal landscape filled with more than just the undead: there are the ruthless warlords carving out their fiefdoms, the desperate pioneers trying to rebuild, and the hidden psychopaths lurking in the shadows. Amidst this escalating chaos, Kael finds himself caught in a fragile alliance with **Elena**, a no-nonsense ex-cop whose tactical brilliance and hidden potential might rival his own strange gift. But she's just one piece of a larger, more dangerous puzzle. As he struggles to understand his own newfound ability and its limits, Kael will cross paths with other formidable women—survivors forged in the crucible of the apocalypse, each with their own unique, powerful skills and unbreakable wills. Not all of them will be allies, nor will they be easily swayed. Some are as lethal as the infected themselves, and others hold secrets that could reshape this broken new world. In an apocalypse where power means everything, and life is terrifyingly cheap, Kael's "cheat Sheet" isn't a guaranteed win—it's just enough to make things interesting. And terrifyingly, irresistibly alive.

After a devastating divorce left her questioning her worth, Sandra vowed never to let anyone close again. She buried her pain behind flour-dusted counters and the comforting rhythm of her bakery, Sweet Haven. Business was booming, but her heart remained closed—locked tight from a love that once meant everything. Then came Andre—charming, mysterious, and infuriatingly familiar. He wasn’t just a blast from the past; he was the one who left her shattered. Now he's back, with secrets in his eyes and apologies on his lips. But Sandra isn't the same woman he walked away from. She’s stronger. Wiser. And not so easily swayed. As old sparks reignite and hidden truths unravel, Sandra must decide: can she truly forgive? Or will loving him again mean risking the very heart she fought so hard to reclaim?

Avery Carter tried her hardest to live the life of a perfect, submissive daughter. However, one day, someone appeared claiming to be her real daughter, declaring that Avery was fake. Without hesitation, Avery gave up her position as the "real" daughter and returned to her biological parents. Many expected her to fall from grace after leaving her wealthy adoptive family, but she surprised everyone by lifting her biological family out of poverty. She transformed her mother and father’s lives, making them billionaires overnight. With a hundred billion dollars to her name, she became a master of technology and a talented woman, soaring straight to the peak of her life. But everything changed when she met Alexander Moran, a wealthy and handsome man. He was an absolute bigwig—decisive, cold, and callous. Yet, for some reason, he couldn’t stop tangling with her, always eager to give her all his love. On their first encounter, he said, "I'll give myself up as collateral." The second time they met, she questioned, "Why should I trust you?" After multiple encounters, his tone shifted. "You shouldn't have crossed this line, Avery, if you didn't want it to be like this." a sturdy arm wrapped around her swaying body. Her head grew hazy, and an intentional, hot sigh escaped her lips. 'How the hell did I get myself into this situation?' Avery thought, her mind spinning.

In a realm where ancient magic reigns supreme, supernatural creatures roam free, and the forces of darkness hold sway. Amidst this treacherous landscape, Felix, a powerful and feared devil, stalks the shadows, collecting the souls of humans who dare to cross his path. But Felix is not just a monster ,he's a complex and tortured soul, struggling to tame the darkness within him. When a mortal girl, Faith, stumbles into his world, Felix is drawn to her innocence and purity. He responds to her desperate plea for help, but at a steep price: she will belong to him, body and soul, in exchange for his protection. Faith, unaware of Felix's true nature, agrees to his terms, and as they embark on a perilous journey together, Felix finds himself falling for her. But can a devil truly love, or is it just a ruse to claim another soul? As Faith looks beyond Felix's fearsome exterior and sees the lost and unloved person beneath, she begins to change him. But will her love be enough to redeem him, or will the darkness within him consume them both? Dive into this epic tale of forbidden love, dark magic, and the battle between good and evil. Will Felix and Faith's love prevail, or will it succumb to the darkness that surrounds them? Can a devil truly change, or is it just a matter of time before he returns to his old ways? [ Warning: 16+ | Contains abuse, violence, and mature content.]

Isla Sinclair, a renowned supermodel, has it all - wealth, fame, and a social calendar that's always full. But beneath the glamour, her love life is a mess. Twice divorced and a widowhood later, she's convinced to take another shot at love. Living under her father's roof feels suffocating, but everything changes when she meets Cade Hudson, her new house manager. Cade's reserved demeanor and sharp wit intrigue Isla, but he's not easily swayed by her charms. Determined to win him over, she makes him her latest project. As they clash and spar, Isla finds herself falling for Cade's quiet strength and integrity. But will he see past her troubled past and love her for who she truly is? "You are the first man I've met who doesn't make me feel like a masterpiece to be collected, but a canvas to be painted."

"Plop -" Surrounded by river water, cold and bone-chilling. Li Sheng suddenly opened her eyes and found herself sinking in the water, suffocating, her chest about to explode! What's going on? Didn't she already die? Why was she in the water? Without time to think, Li Sheng struggled to swim upstream. Luckily, the water wasn't as deep as she had imagined, and soon she broke the surface. On the bank, dozens of eyes stared at her in shock. "How did she come up? Doesn't she not know how to swim?”Water splashed everywhere! The group of people who wanted to punish her were all stunned! This country bumpkin...how did she suddenly become a different person? Li Sheng's cold and sharp gaze slowly swept over their faces, and she asked in a deep voice, "Who are you?" As soon as the words came out,she felt something was wrong. This wasn't her voice! Moreover, she clearly remembered that she was already dead! As the first female war god, she was ambushed by the enemy while carrying out a top-secret mission, and the plan was leaked! She didn't even know who the traitor was who leaked the plan until she died! But now...she was still alive? A hint of confusion flashed in Li Sheng's eyes. In the cold wind, her frail figure swayed, and the pain of drowning just now kept surging up. Li Sheng's eyes went black and she fainted.

In this world where love is more than just an emotion, holding power, influence, and control. Clarissa has spent nearly five centuries as one of the world's cupids, ensuring that hearts align perfectly across the globe. As the CEO of a powerful music corporation, she uses her abilities to shape careers, relationships, and destinies. But behind her confident, ageless façade lies a woman who made a terrible mistake long ago. She abandoned her daughter she never got to raise, when she thought she couldn't live without the man she loved. He was charming, passionate.... and deeply flawed. When he died under tragic circumstances, Clarissa buried herself in her work, leaving behind the child she once promised to protect. But fate has other plans. Clarissa discovers a new talent as she aims to form a pop group called Genesis7: an introverted boy named Max who refuses to be swayed by fame or fortune. She sees in him something familiar, something lost. And when she meets Jeremiah, an outgoing and intelligent classmate yet also enemy of Max with a connection to the past she never knew existed, the lines between destiny and choice begin to blur. As Clarissa tries to reclaim what was taken from her, she finds herself drawn to Dylan, the man who raised Max and kept him safe from the chaos of moving from foster home to foster home. But when the truth comes out about Dylan's real identity, Max and Jeremiah's origins, and the prophecy that brought them all together, Clarissa must decide whether to follow fate or forge a new path. This is a story about love and loss, identity and reinvention, prophecies and choices, and more... This is my first ever story so enjoy! - sky >w

> Working as a courier, sleeping in a tenement room, getting rejected by girls from high school? That was me... before the system came along. Now? My gaze makes girls misbehave. My touch can make them sway. But wait, it's not just about the fun. There's a time limit. There's a mission. And each woman has a secret that could kill me-emotionally or... literally. Nine women, nine challenges, and one path: king or victim. My choice is clear. But their hearts? It's not that easy

Liam is the definition of bad boy. With a great body that could sway every girl off her feet. Between classes and drinking parties, sex and girls, Liam had it all. Until Eva.. She is small, pretty and shy. Will she be able to tame the sex god or be eaten alive? Eva never imagined that Liam would be the one to disvirgin her. All Rights Reserved

Two hearts untouched, in silence lay, Met where tulips swayed in May. No love had brushed their lonely past, Yet fate had spun its web so fast. A blossom new, so soft, so bright, Unfolded in the golden light. Their souls once cold, now warm and free, Love bloomed where none had thought to be.

Demons, gods, strange stories, and the martial arts world. In the tavern, the barmaid of the Hu ethnic group smiled and avoided the hands of others, with her tail swaying under her skirt; in the night market, no one knew how many people were human and how many were ghosts under the hoods; tigers were walking on the mountains and rivers, and an old dragon was sleeping in the Dongting Lake. A sword, a man, and a book. The road is ahead, the way is in the heart, and the sword is in the hand. Slay the demons and monsters, and the gods will retreat. When the true god arrives, there are no taboos.

Carlando is a the land of dreams, where the river overflow with fine wine under the fermented sunlight, where the golden wheat fields sway in the wind

Sworn to the Crown of the Empire, pledged in fealty to shield the throne and diadem at any cost. A cavalier, once a mere wight, held in no esteem and oft belittled. Scorned and flouted, yet never yielding, now he doth dominate the field of battle with an aura untold and unreckoned. Fear and dominion hold sway, a dance macabre o'er the embattled plain. No man, nor liege, may elude the cavalier's iron clasp and fury. A knight of such honour and integrity, mighty and sovereign in rule, thus he stands a peril to every crown. Yea, even unto the very realm he doth serve, a menace to the coronet they must with vigilance guard against.

In the vast and pixelated world of Minecraft, there exists a deity unlike any other—a god devoid of emotion, whose heart remains tranquil and unmoved by the dualities of existence. This emotionless god stands as a stoic figure, indifferent to the forces of hate or love, pain or pleasure, war or peace. Their sole purpose is the relentless pursuit of strength, a singular focus that defines their existence. This being's essence is not swayed by the chaos or harmony that unfolds around them; instead, they are driven by an unwavering commitment to the mastery of power. Their presence is both awe-inspiring and enigmatic, a testament to the notion that true strength can exist in the absence of emotional ties. In a world where a single Immortal resides, this god serves as a reminder of the vast spectrum of existence, where strength can emerge from the depths of emotionless tranquility. THIS WORK IS NOT OWNED BY MOJANG. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.

——— I woke up to fingers running gently through my hair. At first, I thought I was dreaming, until the lullaby began. Low. Melodic. But wrong. It was that same language I'd heard through the walls, the one that makes your stomach twist and your teeth clench. She sat on the edge of my bed, I can’t see her face; it’s swallowed by the dark. But her hand keeps moving, slow and rhythmic, stroking my hair like she’s lulling something else to sleep. Her eyes are half-closed, swaying as she hums that twisted tune. And then I realize— I forgot to turn on my bedroom light before falling asleep. I kept my breathing slow and shallow, pretending to sleep. limbs screaming to move, to run, but something in me knows: Don’t let her know you’re awake. Don’t move. The singing stops. She sniffles. A choked, trembling sob leaks through her lips. She starts crying quietly, like she’s trying not to be heard. Like she’s afraid. “No...” she whispers, her voice cracking like a child’s. “He still dreams like a child… still soft…” I almost convince myself she’s sleep-talking— Until her hand suddenly tangles in my hair and pulls. I flinched and let out a sharp gasp. "Mama—!" She goes still. Her grip loosened… then shifts. Her fingers wrapped tightly around my trembling arms. Her face inches closer. I can smell her breath,..warm, wrong, too close. Her eyes are wide with terror. Her voice shakes as she hisses: “Don’t say anything." "Don’t say a word anymore.” I was too scared to speak. I couldn't even nod. She held me like that for a long, shuddering moment. Her breath was hot and ragged against my cheek. Her hands were too tight, like if she lets go, I’ll vanish. Her eyes darting around the room. Then, like a switch flipping, she goes completely still. "Mom?" I whispered, so softly it barely made a sound. She was at eye level with me. But she wasn't looking at me. She looked past me. Behind me.... No... no. It’s happening AGAIN. . This is not a safe novel. It's a collection of short, self-contained stories, each chapter unraveling a new descent, a different nightmare. Some stories are brief. Others not so. No heroes. No clean endings. Just answers that should have stayed buried. Read alone if you must. But don't say we didn't warn you. Reader Warning: This series contains psychological horror, disturbing imagery, death, and paranormal themes. Reader discretion is advised. Each chapter is a self-contained story, perfect for short, spine-tingling reads.

“And what is it about him that still makes you love him?” I asked, sensing I already knew the answer. “Oh, my dear, please try not to hold onto so much resentment for your father. He might—” “Mom!” I interrupted, my voice breaking as a sardonic laugh escaped me. “How can you still find a way to justify his actions? Even if you have some lingering feelings for him, shouldn’t they fade when you think about what he’s done to me? Am I really not as important as the man who has only brought you pain?” My emotions overwhelmed me, and I struggled to hold back my tearsThe silence enveloped us, and I could feel the weight of uncertainty in the air. I couldn't help but wonder what had clouded my mom's judgment, perhaps it was the influence of that man she called her husband. “Mom, I think it's time for you to choose a side,” I said, my voice trembling as I neared the end of my sentence, fully aware that I might never address him that way again. “You can’t keep pretending this is going to work. It’s either me or…him.” “Serena, please, you can't win against your dad. I really think you should drop any thoughts of going against him. He’s not as bad as you believe, dear. Remember, he’s the one who pays for this house and your college tuition. Your clothes and food—all of that is still his responsibility, and he’s meeting those obligations. All I ask is that you finish college, find a job, or better yet, settle down with a good man,” my mom urged, her voice tinged with an earnest desperation as if she were trying to convince not just me but herself. I listened, trying to remain calm, a bittersweet smile crossing my lips as I realized I couldn't back down from my convictions. “Alright, Mom, if you’ve chosen Mr. Andre, that’s your decision. But I won’t be swayed—I’m going to forge my own path, and I hope you’ll understand that when the time comes.” With that, a sense of resolve washed over me, and I braced myself for the future ahead, knowing it would be filled with both challenges and possibilities.

We the Humans always tend to sway our life in the whims of our heart,need and satisfaction,this story is of a person who was born a mediocre but with time he became the most efficent distroyer of lives living with the consiquences of the choices people around him made for him and him accepting his fate like a holy grail knowing evrything he is doing would make his life worse.

Edit:- I am happy to announce as the author that I have already posted the longer, more detailed version of this story(As I had promised). So, my dear readers, please be sure to visit that version too and I would love to hear your thoughts on it. Also please new readers, read the guide first, it will help you. In the fractured world of Eastern cultivation, where powerful sects rule with divine mandates and mortals live beneath the crushing weight of spiritual tyranny, one name has endured centuries of hatred: Yan Zhuo, the Crimson Tyrant. Branded a mass murderer, destroyer of sacred clans, and defiler of Heaven’s Law, his legend is one of cruelty beyond redemption. But when Yue Lian(Lin Xue), a young archaeological cultivator with a thirst for truth, uncovers the forbidden Tomb of Crimson Silence, everything begins to unravel. Within the icy heart of Mount Jueyan, she discovers jade slips bearing the voice and memories of the so-called tyrant—not of a villain, but a martyr. Yan Zhuo was the only cultivator to uncover the celestial truth: that the Heaven Mandate required the mass sacrifice of innocents to keep the realm in balance. Unable to sway the corrupt sects, he chose another path—becoming the villain everyone could unite against. Through bloodshed and false cruelty, he disrupted the Mandate’s rituals, severed ley lines, and sealed the realm from celestial control—at the cost of his own soul. As Yue Lian(Lin Xue) unearths the truth, the cultivation world begins to fracture once more. Old enemies rise, sect leaders tremble, and a new generation begins to question everything they’ve been taught. Through flame, memory, and redemption, the tale of Yan Zhuo resurfaces—not as a tyrant, but as a savior damned by his own mercy. A misunderstood tyrant. A buried truth. A world built on lies. This is the story of the man who bled for the heavens.

The novel opens with a dramatic scene at the New York City Clerk's Office, where pop diva Amelia Quinn is divorcing her husband, Frank Castle. Amelia blames Frank for the media frenzy and accuses him of being after her money, while Frank maintains his innocence. Their conversation reveals the breakdown of their marriage stemmed from Amelia's soaring career and Frank's perceived mediocrity after hitting a creative block, as well as Amelia's growing closeness with her business partner, Liam Reed. Amelia, once an admirer of Frank's talent, now sees him as a burden. Liam Reed advises Amelia to leverage public opinion to portray Frank as a cheating "scumbag." This strategy aims to protect Amelia's public image and further boost her popularity. Despite Frank's loyalty to their marriage, Amelia, swayed by Liam and driven by her ambition to surpass her legendary aunt—a highly successful and independent figure in the music industry—ultimately agrees to the plan. Subsequently, fake news and fabricated photos of Frank cheating quickly top the trending lists on social media, leading to widespread public condemnation against him. Amidst the storm of public opinion, Frank calmly leaves their former home. At this crucial moment, mysterious text appears before his eyes, indicating that "Earth Memory" has been fully downloaded and is ready for infusion. This foreshadows Frank's imminent acquisition of knowledge and culture from a parallel universe, setting the stage for his future counterattack and dramatic rise. The story implies that Frank will no longer be a helpless "loser" but will re-emerge with immense potential.

(A/N:- Dear readers, as i had promised. I have now posted the detailed, slow paced version of this novel for my readers, now this version is for people who have a lot of time in their hands) In the fractured world of Eastern cultivation, where powerful sects rule with divine mandates and mortals live beneath the crushing weight of spiritual tyranny, one name has endured centuries of hatred: Yan Zhuo, the Crimson Tyrant. Branded a mass murderer, destroyer of sacred clans, and defiler of Heaven’s Law, his legend is one of cruelty beyond redemption. But when Yue Lian(Lin Xue), a young archaeological cultivator with a thirst for truth, uncovers the forbidden Tomb of Crimson Silence, everything begins to unravel. Within the icy heart of Mount Jueyan, she discovers jade slips bearing the voice and memories of the so-called tyrant—not of a villain, but a martyr. Yan Zhuo was the only cultivator to uncover the celestial truth: that the Heaven Mandate required the mass sacrifice of innocents to keep the realm in balance. Unable to sway the corrupt sects, he chose another path—becoming the villain everyone could unite against. Through bloodshed and false cruelty, he disrupted the Mandate’s rituals, severed ley lines, and sealed the realm from celestial control—at the cost of his own soul. As Yue Lian(Lin Xue) unearths the truth, the cultivation world begins to fracture once more. Old enemies rise, sect leaders tremble, and a new generation begins to question everything they’ve been taught. Through flame, memory, and redemption, the tale of Yan Zhuo resurfaces—not as a tyrant, but as a savior damned by his own mercy. A misunderstood tyrant. A buried truth. A world built on lies. This is the story of the man who bled for the heavens.

Crown Prince Yun Chi chose as his consort the youngest daughter of the Hua Family, Hua Yan, and the news shattered the hearts of countless ladies in the Capital City. It was said: the Crown Prince could write poetry at three, compose essays at seven, debate with the greatest scholars at ten, shoot arrows with precision at twelve, oversee the examinations of all scholars at fifteen, and was regent by the time he was sixteen. He reached the pinnacle in letters, the extreme in martial arts, his looks were world-shaking, and his presence unrivaled. Hua Yan felt as though a gigantic pie had fallen from the sky, landing squarely on her head. From then on, was she to compete with the entire world for this man? -------------------- Yun Chi: Standing at the pinnacle of the Azure Clouds, he learned the art of balance, practiced the strategies of an emperor, envisioned the land and skies in his heart. Within the nine-layered royal palace, he could turn his hands to clouds and his palms to rain, holding sway over the court and the nation, trimming himself into a figure free from desire and henceforth unyielding. Hua Yan: She viewed herself as beneath the dust, with all her emotions and desires, disliking the Son of Heaven's court, preferring the ordinary alleys, treading on ten feet of soft red and experiencing all facets of life. She believed that nothing was better than green mountains and clear waters. "If you promise me a lifetime, I will accompany you for an eternity."

A long-forgotten servant has been loyal for countless years doing his mandated daily activities. Before his masters were destroyed, he served. After they were annihilated, he served. Until the very object of his assignment was destroyed he felt free and became free. Zamright was left with no path, no goals and he was never a child with lofty ambition. In the countless years he performed his assignment he had dampened his emotions to the lowest level. However, as he returned to his motherland, he was met with a multitude of choices: should he leave it to be destroyed, or should he save it? With no grand desire to be a ruler, one thing led to another and before he realized what had happened he was sitting on the highest throne of the Great Lantern, commanding absolute power and authority! Reigning over ancient monsters, beasts and old souls of the forgotten past and mundane people. Contending against the whole world, clashing with conceptual monsters and winning! However, he was blinded to the true nature of the ancient land—the Great Lantern. The whole world is terrified of that cursed land, and the only way to save it is to rip it up from the crust and flip it back to Earth! By the schemes of the hidden hands, by the countless hax from the shadows, by the monstrous intention of the darksides, by the strange abilities of Source Wilders, Zamright was controlled, swayed in matters of Nation wealth and many hid behind him silently for their desire to be fulfilled. But with every passing day, he grew stronger and broke from the shackles, gleaned through their insidious nature and countered in the most silent way conceivable, until his Sovereignty was absolute! But the layers of the schemes are older than the stars themselves! ***** Peace Dreamers are waiting for their Messiah. The Ancient Titan Moon was disdestroyed. The arrival of the Messiah. Throne Relic has chosen a new master. Seed of Hope was planted in everyone. "These are the signs of another Great War" Cardinal Of Knowledge sighed, "can we survive again?" even as a knowledge devourer he doesn't have the answer. **** I will be posting the novel on royalroad.come with the same name under Celestial Realm account

487AD, a cruise ship encountered a storm whilst out in the ocean. One person on the ship went missing, it was unknown whether the person was dead or alive. After this, that ocean gained an extra mermaid. When Lansi opened his eyes, he had become a white mermaid. He laid flat on his back, watching the sky through the blue of the ocean water. White fins attached to his long white tail swayed in the current. His scales scattered the light that entered the ocean. Lansi coughed out a lone bubble. On the first day of his becoming a mermaid, was there someone… who could tell him how to turn over as a fish??? The king of the oceans stirred from his deep slumber. He saw an exquisite pearl, which carried a white shine. It gradually fell into his embrace. Hello there, little fish.

"Art has nine categories, and I will recreate them one by one before you," "My name is the God of Fiction, and I hold sway over all the dreams in this universe... now choose from the nine great arts." "Choose literature, and you are not allowed to demand updates." "Choose music, and you will become addicted." "Choose painting, and you will descend into madness." "Choose sculpture, and you will become as handsome as the statues themselves." "......." "Choose gaming... oh my friend, do you need to top up? Just top up, and be happy for seven days!"

Aarya Verma, a fierce heiress, rules her corporate empire with an iron will, her silver flame pendant a symbol of her unyielding resolve. As rival Karan Malhotra’s sabotage—burned factories, forged documents—threatens her legacy, Aarya counters with ruthless strategy, her charisma swaying shareholders. Yet, her heart battles desire and distrust, sparked by Shaurya Singh, a loyal yet enigmatic ally whose past harbors secrets. Tangled Bonds and Hidden Truths is a gripping tale of power, passion, and betrayal. Aarya’s fight to save her empire intertwines with her struggle to trust Shaurya, whose heart—once cold, now hers—begs for belief. Will his raw confessions, her hand on his softened beat, mend their rift, or will Kartik and Karan’s treachery prevail? With brutal interrogations and tender embraces, this saga of corporate warfare and raw emotion leaves Aarya and Shaurya’s fate teetering, the war unresolved.

An Original Story by LunaAngela All Rights Reserved. Cersei is among the many children of King Gervase. However, she was isolated with her mother and grew up in a villa at the countryside. She was a nimble and kind child despite her circumstances. Her happy days ended when she was summoned to the palace. At first she was happy that she could finally be with her father and siblings yet she was gravely disappointed and terrified when she realized she entered a battlefield. Only the strongest offsprings of the King would remain and rise to the top but Cersei had no ambition towards the throne. She was among her other weak siblings that were treated badly. The title of princess was only in name and the battle for survival would commence each day. She was humiliated, exploited, and mistreated in the palace. Her dream of a happy home and comfortable life vanished before her eyes. She eventually ended her life in the quickest way she could to avoid the seemingly endless torture. Her wish for eternal peace was not granted when she realized she turned fourteen years old and was sleeping in her room inside the villa at the countryside. Did she go back in time? Is it even real? Then she would do whatever it takes to change her future away from the duchy but first she must find the only person who can provide her with protection. The strongest opponent of the royal family, the immortal sinner, Nikolai. "You remember our promise, right?" I asked nervously as I took a step backward. The room is dark but the moonlight provided great illumination to the person in front of me. His unearthly appearance can make everyone stare at him with fascination. His long violet hair was unkempt and swaying with each step he made. The piercings on his right ear and lower lip twinkled glaringly. His unnaturally pale skin glowed with radiance and his sturdy built was well defined in his dark suit. Despite his glamorous appearance, the man still continued to exude a dark and dangerous aura. I gulped anxiously as I realized I had nowhere to run. "Oh, there were many promises. Which one of them?" His voice sounded cool and collected but his icy golden eyes told me otherwise.

Centuries ago, a harmless family of werewolves lived in a Town called Mullhala. They bothered no one neither did they attack humans at night. Everything was easy going until STREN, The youngest son found love in the likes of a human, she was everything, his mind praised and his heart was completely swayed but she on the other hand had the heart of a snake. His lover, the daughter of the most powerful monster hunting organization, called the Primis lex, revealed his true nature to her father setting a brutal hunt that cost him the life of his parents in their absence. Forced to flee with his sister, STREN left his brother behind to fight while escaping with his sister but he also died In the process. Two hundred tears later, Stren is reborn, carrying a burning desire to avenge his family. He discovers his new powers upon his wake and sees the difference in his behavioral pattern but unknowing to him, he is not alone in his own body. His brother’s spirit, a once unsworn alpha, lies dormant within him. When his brother awakens, he is consumed with anger, a rage so deep that his goal isn’t just vengeance on the Primis lex, but the end of humanity itself and as if that wasn’t enough, he discovers the exact replica of his past love Rebecca in his present time. Now Stren faces a constant battle, torn between his own vendetta and his brothers desire for destruction while still asking the question. Did Rebecca get Reborn into this time too?

Out in the middle of the sea, on a lone boat that swayed with the waves, a young man looked out into the horizon. “Fucking send me home! I didn’t sign up for this.” He rocked the boat uncontrollably and in rage. He didn’t want to be here! He wanted to be back home and in his bed, eating chips and playing video games on his phone. This sea was his new hell.

History will always lie. An inevitability that is etched in the memory of the world itself. The tides of war will always be set in stone yet floats and sways in the currents of time. Those who win over the garden shall see the world of a new age, different from the ones of gods and heroes. Those who nurture the garden should not fall prey to its beauty, lest they will be swallowed by its lies. In the land of Eddan, broken gods, fickle empires, and supernatural transgressions rule over the continent. In this twisted land, nothing is sacred—least of all the truth. Allendis the lowly mercenary did not think his fate could get any worse. He did not know what destiny has in store for him but he must find a way to survive the horrors of the world. Eddan is a place of the divine and the monstrous but filled with promise and unknowable truths. Survival is a must. Even if he has to help carve up the world into someone’s image. Adelaide the high princess of Belhal, have lived her life in service—to her empire, her bloodline and to her loved ones. But with the rise of unspeakable powers and ancient threats, she vows to do anything to protect her family and break the shackles of fear and the influence of forces beyond in order to usher in the Age of Man. Two paths—one forged by survival, the other by duty—are destined to collide. But in this Garden of Lies, they are not the only players who walk different paths.