Dim Recipe Assamese

The past week had felt like a lifetime of dodging my own feelings. As I sat at the head of the table, I felt the dam about to break, then the door swung open, and my heart lurched. Chris stood there, a storm cloud personified. His expression was unreadable, but one thing was clear: he wasn't smiling. My staffs exchanged glances, their gazes then focusing on me. "Eve," Chris's voice was low. "We need to talk." The room went silent, thick with nervous energy. The unspoken question hung in the air. "Chris," I said, my voice calm despite my pounding heart, "can this wait? We're in the middle of an important meeting." I wanted him to leave, to deal with this later, on my terms. "No, it can't," he said, stepping into the room. His anger simmered beneath the surface, but there was a visible vulnerability that made my own heart ache. "Please excuse us," I told my staffs, who hurriedly packed and left us alone. "You just left. You left after that night with just empty words on a piece of paper and then went out of the country for a whole week, Eve. A whole week." I was surprised to see him so vulnerable, so angry. It was the first time. It was obvious he was hurt, and I knew I was wrong. He stalked towards me, like a predator, and as he got closer, the anger seemed to flicker, replaced by a different intensity. He stopped in front of me, and then, without warning, his arms wrapped around me, pulling me into a tight, desperate embrace. My breath hitched. I went stiff for a moment, surprised by the contact. Then, almost instantly, my arms went around him, clinging to his strong frame. A mix of emotions flooded me: surprise, relief, and an overwhelming need to simply hold him. I breathed in his familiar scent, a comforting aroma that had been haunting my senses for the last week. He held me tightly, as if afraid I'd vanish if he let go, and I didn't resist. I had dreamed of this. He pulled back, his hands on my shoulders, his gaze searching mine with an intensity that made my heart flutter. The anger lingered, but it was mixed with something else. Something softer. "I missed you terribly," he whispered, the words barely audible, but they resonated through me. ------ Eve, a fashion powerhouse ruling the world's runways, needs a fake boyfriend and fast, to appease her matchmaking mother.   Christopher, a charming, secretive, and dangerously attractive heir to the biggest conglomerate in the country. needs a distraction from his father's unwanted marriage plans. Their solution? A temporary romance brokered through a "rent-a-partner" app. What starts as a mutually beneficial arrangement quickly evolves into a sizzling romance, throw in a jealous childhood crush, a clash of powerful families, and a whirlwind of hilarious misunderstandings, and you've got a recipe for a romance that's as unexpected as it is unforgettable. Will their carefully constructed facade withstand the pressure, or will their fake relationship crumble under the weight of their undeniable, and quite unexpected, love?

Xion Aijawa thought his life was finally coming together. That is, until he tried saving a cat stuck in a tree, fell into a pit, and... died In his disoriented sate of "Freshly dead" the silly Xion accepted a strange request and ended up transmigrating into the world full of dungeons and Mana. He became illegitimate child of Marquis family hated by his three siblings. According to the memory of the original owner of the body, Xion only had a month to live. So, taking the cover of the banquet, Xion ran away. Aided by a mysterious Mall System, he makes his way to the distant borderlands, hoping to put his past behind him. But fate has other plans-. Xion ends up saving Darius Rael Darkhelm, the feared Archduke of the North, notorious for his ruthless and deranged nature. The silly Xion tried to run away but... Xion's heart thumped loudly as Darius effortlessly pinned his wrists using only one hand. "I've heard you tried to run away." Darius gently caressed Xion's pale cheek, "That must be a lie... After all, I've given you things even the royal family can't have. Isn't that right, my dear healer?" Xion gulped when Darius's thumb brushed his lower lip as a chilling smirk remained on his handsome face. "I-I think I should leave, Your Grace. I've overstayed my welcome..." The room grew cold, and struggling Xion shivered. Darius's green eyes dimmed before lighting up with a dangerous glint. Xion felt a pit growing in his stomach when he saw the deranged archduke smile. Darius never smiled. And whenever he did, it only meant trouble. "You're right," Darius said calmly. "So, let's get married." Xion "...!!!!" ______________________ This book will lean toward dark romance, but there will be no r@pe. This author doesn't like glorifying SA as romance.

Rane was the cherished young miss of the William family, but as fate would have it, their affection deeply favoured her adopted sister. The reason was simple, as children Genna and Rane were switched at birth. Rane had lived in the slums while Genna was raised by the Williams family. By the time the Williams family found her their ties with Genna had already become too tight. They couldn't accept her. Haunted by a tumultuous past that saw her wandering the unforgiving streets, Rane had developed a quiet, fragile demeanour that resembled the calm before a storm. The scars of her past etched into her soul made her reluctant to defend herself, even when Genna—sometimes out of jealousy—slandered her unfairly. Rane often faded into the background, a silent observer in her own life, but this only stoked the fires of resentment among her siblings, who labelled her as spineless and malicious. The relentless bullying and merciless ridicule she faced took their toll, leading her down a dark spiral into depression. Friends, teachers, and family dismissed her pain, assuming she was merely feigning weakness, leaving her to suffer in silence. Instead of receiving the support she needed, Rane found herself trapped in a vicious cycle of mistreatment that deepened her despair. Only her godmother, Jenna, seemed to grasp the extent of Rane’s anguish. By the time Jenna intervened, attempting to rescue her from the suffocating grasp of her adoptive family, Rane had become a mere shadow of her former self. The vibrant spark of life within her had dimmed, extinguished by the burdens she carried. Her will to fight, to change her circumstances, slowly ebbed away, mirroring her physical decline. Ultimately, she succumbed to the weight of her suffering, leaving this world with one solitary wish: she wanted to be strong so strong that no one would be able to take advantage of her.

Front Page is "NAÍNDRA NUXINUS - CADET CUNN-69". The world is dangerous, yet, there is beauty in the chaos if you learn how to appreciate it. The "Imperishable", Entities Above Everything Else, understood this undeniable truth eons ago, gifting to the Mortals a few tools to overcome the challenges across their lives. With this, amusing their own boring existences, looking with enthusiasm what new story could unfold, or if the same mistakes would be done once again but by a different person. The First Gift, is "Shards", called "Cards" by some, this otorgue instant rewards when you exchange them in an "Imperishable Monolith". The Second Gift, is the mentioned structure, capable of craft almost anything if you have the recipe, blueprint and the required materials and ingredients, a true aberration depending on who you ask. The Third Gift, is the "Perennence", with a 100 you won't Die if you are slain, you simply would "Respawn" in a "Memory Hall", making you partially Immortal, because as long as you have 1 of Perennence, you wouldn't be really dead, and someone else can "Revive" you by providing the missing resource. However, this comes with a drawback, you become a "Servant" of the person or thing that save your life, at least until you repay the Perennence plus an Interest of 50%. The Fourth Gift, is "The Memory Hall", unfortunately, they had an evil twin, "The Howling Wall", which are created in places that had seen too many "Take Downs" in a short span of time; Differently to the prodigal twin, you must have a minimum of 25 Perennence to be Respawned, otherwise, at best, you become an Immaterial entity, similar to a ghost, if not, a mindless beast or a simple Drone for a Hive Mind is not far fetched. Lastly, The Fifth Gift, is divided in three concepts, "Repercussion", "Traits" and "Work", being the last, one of the most unfair of all the Gifts, as you can't change your Work under any circumstances, which applies even for "The Imperishable". But the Gifts don't come for free, as they attract a series of weird creatures from unknown territories, sprouting the so called "Graveyards", "Factories", "Hives", "Nests", "Lairs", "Crops" and "Farms" across the entire world of "Leathemnur". NO CHEATS NO PLOT ARMOR NO VANILLA EASY LIFE DON'T GET FOOLED BY THE START A FAIR SHARE OF: ACTION BEAUTIES MYSTERIES A WHOLE LOT OF: SMUT BONDING INDECENCY COMMENT FOR: KINKS DOUBTS SUGGESTIONS Additional Information: I would try and publish TWO or even THREE Chapters a Day, and FOUR up to SEVEN Chapters on Sundays, depending on my schedule. English is not my first language, that is why, any mistake I made across the story, feel free to point it out for me to correct it as soon as possible.

In the distant world, on the continent called "Avalon", there is an ancient and mysterious legend: when the stars dim and darkness falls, only the heroes who awaken the "power of dawn" can dispel the darkness and bring the dawn. The main character, Renold Aiven, was born into a declining aristocratic family, with a mysterious background since childhood, and a forbidden power sealed in his body. In an accident, he awakened the ancient "Power of Dawn" and embarked on a path of cultivation full of challenges and opportunities. From a weak boy to a strong man who controls the stars, Renault has endured hardships on the continent of Avalon, met like-minded partners, and fought to the death against the forces of evil. Not only does he have to unravel the secrets of his own power, but he also has to uncover ancient conspiracies hidden on the continent and eventually become the hero who saves the world. It's a fantasy tale of growth, friendship, and blood, full of magic, battles, and adventure, and will lead readers into a grand world full of fantasy.

Zhou Min, an ordinary teacher at a private primary school, goes about his daily routine, shuttling around the campus, repeating the monotonous tasks of lesson preparation, teaching, and homework correction. He's like a puppet confined to a fixed track, with no excitement in his life. This seemingly calm life is completely shattered on an ordinary teaching day. That day, he was standing on the podium, talking eloquently as usual, but he didn't notice at all that a faint and eerie light and shadow was quietly spreading in the corner of the classroom. Just as he turned around to write on the blackboard, a piercing chill suddenly hit him. Then, a mysterious force swept over him with overwhelming power. His eyes went dark, and his consciousness dissipated instantly. When Zhou Min regained consciousness again, he found himself in a dim place. The air was filled with a damp and rotten smell. Strange towering trees grew in a twisted manner, and the criss - crossing vines seemed to hide countless pairs of spying eyes. From time to time, deep roars and rustling sounds of unknown origin could be heard. It was as if this wild and uninhabited land hid countless unknown secrets and deadly crises. Who, or what kind of force, brought him here? And what terrifying truths are hidden in this unknown wilderness?

Ein was a hitman on hire. A killer, a shadow, a death with insomnia, if you may. He had witnessed countless pairs of eyes dim as the light of life faded, leaving nothing but vile hollowness. Needless to say, the sight of a soul popping out of the dead body was a first. And it wasn't just any soul. It was the dead heir of Byers Holdings, the same guy he killed with his own hands. Turns out the rich boy Adriel had a horribly irritating and loud soul, but worst of it all - impossible to get rid of. Who would have thought that killing on a blue moon night could lead to being haunted?

【Your descendants in the Immortal Cultivation World have offered a plate of snacks】 【Incense Fire Value +10】 【Would you like to reward your descendants?】 Yang Genshuo was surprised to discover that offerings in the Immortal Cultivation Family game could actually appear in the modern world, and that modern items could also be bestowed upon descendants in the game. Years later, peculiar rumors about the Yang Family spread throughout the Immortal Cultivation World. "To break through from the Fetal Breathing Stage to the Qi Refinement Realm, one needs to refine a strand of heavenly and earth's spiritual energy. I've heard of Red Flame True Qi, Xuan Water True Qi, and Green Wood Spirit Energy, but Yang Dao-friend, this... Liquefied Natural Gas, what kind of spiritual energy is it? How is it condensed?" "I've heard that the Yang Family's Spiritual Plant Technique is incredibly sophisticated, with each mu of Spirit Rice yielding twice as much as top-tier Spirit Plant Families, all thanks to a strange secret technique the family disciples cultivate called 'hybridization'." "The Yang Family’s art of elixirs is unrivaled in the world, with new elixirs constantly being created. It is rumored that a spirit of the elixir named 'Artificial Intelligence' tirelessly deduces elixir recipes day and night..." "Nowadays, the Thunder Cultivators of the Yang Family are exceptionally strong, all thanks to the Yang Family's effort in creating a top-tier Thunder Gathering Array. Thunder Cultivators who enter this array can increase their cultivation speed multiple times. It is said that the array eye is known as—the power station." As the Yang Immortal Cultivation Family grew stronger, Yang Genshuo actually became the only Immortal in the modern world by consuming offerings! Years later, facing an endless stream of people ascending the mountain to seek the Dao, Yang Genshuo calmly said, "There are no immortals in this world; you must believe in science!" Then he soared away on his flying sword.

She, a modern hidden ghost leader of an organization which gathered insane prodigies proficient in the various differing skill-sets. Highly skilled in medicine and poison, executes covert assassinations, viewed as insane and demonic in the eyes of people of the world. Killed in an accident, and reborn into the body of a disfigured young girl. What? Face disfigured, identity stolen? A return to the family dim and hopeless? Her identity can be given up, her family can be forgone, but as for the one who harmed her predecessor who inhabited this same body, if she didn’t at least make them scream in unimaginable agony and throw them into a state of wretchedness, how could she live up to her demonic reputation? Endless turmoil ensues and it’s a battle to dominate over all! See how she shook the world dressed in a suit of red, her sword up against the dominant powers that rocked the Heavens! Her name spread across the seas, shocking the earth!

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

A prophecy. A demon king. A girl unknowingly holding the key to ruin. Despised by her family, Calista yearns for a place to belong, her only hope is turning eighteen and unlocking her werewolf form. But fate has other plans. When she was chosen by Prince Ezekiel as the future Luna of the Crescent Moon pack, she became a target of envy, betrayal and something far darker.  Alexander, an ancient demon feared across realms, sees her as a threat to his reign, but also as …the key to unlock the sealed gate of Hades. He needs her blood to break a seal, one that could bring him ultimate power or destroy everything. But Calista is not the helpless pawn they think she is. Her blood hums with forgotten power. Her dreams whisper of a past erased from time. The prophecy warns; “The stars will fall. Rivers of blood will follow. Hades will whisper your name, but you must not harken to its call, for the fate of the realm rests upon your shoulders .” Her choice will shape the fate of kingdoms. Her survival means defying a demon king. And falling for him? That could be the end of them all. An ultimate recipe for disaster!.

Orphaned in the old world after taking care of his irresponsible and sick mother for years on end, Kyle finds his life turned upside down. His already dim world turns even gloomier and coupled with his trauma from losing her, Kyle felt like he had lost his purpose in life. Living day by day, akin to a soulless puppet, he struggled to keep his suicidal thoughts in check, all whilst trying to make ends meet as a cabbie. During those dark times, Kyle slowly begins to find solace in the world of music and movies. Even though it had always been there, it truly became something as a bloodline of sorts for him because, individually, both pieces of media, transported him to another world, one where he could feel happy, if even for a fleeting moment. And, as if the universe wanted even more for him, Kyle met some lovely old people, all of whom treated him as the son they never had, making him feel like he had a family after so long. This eventually, helped him let go of his trauma and turned him into the lovely soul he was always meant to be. But as fate would have it, these same people, wanted for Kyle to pursue his dreams because they saw the potential for greatness in him and the wonderous things he could go on to do, even if Kyle himself was oblivious to it. So, in an effort to make his dreams come true, they ended up gifting him a brand new chance, one that Kyle himself would only go on to realize after his untimely death in a fatal car accident. Now awake in the new world, still orphaned but with a brighter perspective on life, Kyle, armed with a System, another gift from his loved ones in the previous world, decides to take the chance to pursue his dreams of being a star, one that he was unable to pursue in his previous life due to his lack of talent. This is the story of a man who will go on to become the most versatile and renowned superstar all over the world... and it starts, just as he takes his first step into the cutthroat world of fame and fortune by registering for the popular singing reality TV competition, 'Rising Voices'. Known to be a fiercely competitive TV show, Kyle will meet with top contestants from around the world, go up against them, level up and become better, and ultimately, battle with them for the number one spot in the show as a dark horse! --- |AUTHOR NOTE| Just wanted to make it clear, that the singing competition which will be the first arc of the novel, will end around the late twenty-ish or early thirty-ish chapters. After that, you can expect so much more from the story so look forward to it! Also, although the setting is in a parallel world, all the songs, scripts and movies (although I will draw inspiration here and there), will be originals penned by yours truly (-‿◦).

He grabbed my throat hard and pinned his gaze on me. I gasped, astounded, feeling as if my neck was impeded by chains. His very dim eyes intimidated me so bad I felt I could die. His chilly breath fanned my face. He was cold, his skin felt grossly cold but I felt more hurt from his grip on my neck. He was choking the life out of me, I couldn't even make a high sound as he had seemingly suppressed my vocal cords with his hold. ~~~ Princess Almira was captured into Sihasin after an enemy kingdom invaded into her home kingdom, Perston. Now a slave, she faced incredible sufferings but yet still became the fifty mistress of his royal highness, King Luther — A king so astute but yet so seemingly ruthless and sadistic. Love bloomed between them however, but with the strong need to escape and take back her father's kingdom which Luther had conquered, will she fight over her heart or let love take its lead? [NOTE: THIS IS A SLOW BURN ROMANCE BOOK (⁠◠⁠‿⁠◕⁠) COVER NOT MINE]

A person faces two sets of dilemmas - one that has to be accepted despite the desire to avoid it, and the other that is easy but wrong. Dark surroundings, dim light, and a confused, uncomfortable expression on the face. A vague crisis looms in the background, which cannot be avoided.

Trapped in her sheltered world, she had never known freedom—until he appeared. Ranvijay Rajvansh, the richest and most enigmatic CEO, claims her as his, leaving her questioning why a man of his stature would fixate on someone like her. As she struggles to adapt to his opulent world, dark secrets unravel, revealing that their connection runs deeper than she could have ever imagined. Bound by a past she doesn’t remember and a future he refuses to let slip away, she must decide whether to trust the man who owns her—or escape the chains of his obsession. "Why did you take me with you?" she asked, her voice trembling, her wide, innocent eyes searching his for answers she wasn't sure she wanted to hear. He leaned back, his sharp features shadowed by the dim light, "The first time I laid my eyes on you i knew i owned you sweetheart"

╭━━┳━┳━━┳━━┳╮╭╮ ╰╮╮┃┳┫╭╮┣╮╭┫╰╯┃ ╭┻╯┃┻┫┣┫┃┃┃┃╭╮┃ ╰━━┻━┻╯╰╯╰╯╰╯╰╯ That was how any survivorof the apocalypse would react when being told to describe it. Think back to 2023 — you're just chilling with your friends, and all the sudden.... **ROOOOAAARRR* Humanoid lizards, dragons or giants that spanned the size of cities, aliens that continuously circled the earth waiting to destroy humanity... All of these appeared that day. And so did Prana, and, so did the clairvoyants. ----- That might have been a pretty bad synopsis but... It's a good enough Basically, all hail negative grammar cause I used text to speech, along with that, when it comes to fighting and such, I would consider myself a noob. Also, I really don't have that much experience despite the amount of time that I've actually been on this website, so if you're expecting something amazing, then please dim your hopes down. Anyhow, hopefully you can enjoy this novel either way! ( mind you, this is essentially a rewrite of what is probably my most popular work on this website... And it was considerably bad.)

Warning!!!  Mature Content (R18) Yuan wakes up in the body of an 18-year-old boy who oddly resembles his former self from Earth and also goes by the same name. He was an orphan on Earth who passed away after being told that he had leukemia because he was unable to pay for his treatment because he was struggling to make ends meet. [Ding! The system has successfully rebooted.] Watch this brilliant young man as he and his partners achieve the pinnacle of cultivation and go on to become legendary figures in the future. ________ (English is actually my third language, not my first. Hindi is my second language; Assamese is my first, hence even if I use Grammarly, there may be some grammatical errors. (I apologize for my inexperience.) Discord— https://discord.gg/wR7KyerXgc

January, having lived on the streets for eight years after losing her parents, is falsely accused of a crime and sentenced to prison. Shocked and scared, she enters a harsh and overwhelming environment filled with inmates and guards. Determined to survive, she realizes she must stand up for herself in this dangerous place. However, she soon notices something deeply unsettling: a mysterious man with a hidden face, whose presence in an all-women’s prison seems inexplicable and wrong. Despite warnings to never go near him, January feels compelled to uncover the truth about who he is, why he’s there, and how he survives among the inmates. Defying the rules, she decides to get closer to him, believing he may hold the key to exposing the prison’s dark secrets and possibly finding a way to escape its oppressive grip. *** "What are you doing, sneaking into my room in the middle of the night?" the unknown guy asked, his voice firm but controlled. January's head spun as she whispered, her voice quivering. "I...I..." She stuttered, unable to form any words. The guy's eyes narrowed. "So, you choose to defy the rules?" he asked, his voice low and dark. January stuttered again, still unable to speak. The guy took a step closer, his eyes glinting in the dim light. "Since you have chosen to defy the rules," he whispered, his breath hot against her skin, "you'll see where it leads you." "I am not afraid of you," January said, the words escaping her lips before she could even take them back. ________ Support your favorite twins! Cover image: Not mine, all credit goes to the owner.

In a city veiled in oil-stained mist and the dim glow of gaslight, where the grind of steel and the hiss of steam never cease, a man awakens in a body that is not his own. Victor Holloway, an ordinary man from Earth, now walks in the skin of Elias Vayne—a detective whose reputation is built more on deception than achievements, a man who was just murdered for reasons unknown. With fractured memories and an identity that doesn’t quite fit, Victor is drawn into a case stranger than anything he has ever encountered. A murder wiped from existence, with witnesses who speak only in riddles. Yet in this world of secrets and shifting allegiances, greater powers loom beyond mortal schemes. The Churches of the Four Original Gods—ancient institutions of faith, influence, and hidden agendas—watch the game unfold, sometimes as allies, sometimes as immovable obstacles. The deeper he delves, the more he realizes—this world is nothing but a stage, where truth is fluid, and masks are worn by all. There are no certainties, no absolutes, only the game he must now play. Beneath the blackened rain, the whisper of turning gears, and the ever-present haze of smoke, Victor Holloway must embrace the role thrust upon him. A Detective. A Victim. A Liar. A Saviour. A Pactmaker. This is a tale woven from lies and deception. The tale of a Trickster.

Over 100,000 years ago, Earth was destroyed in a cataclysmic event known as the Stellar Severance. The collapse of an entire sector of reality tore open fractures across the galaxy, unleashing a mysterious energy called Aether that reshaped the evolution of all life it touched. Stars dimmed, civilizations crumbled, and factions emerged from the chaos, each vying for control of the galaxy’s remaining colonies and resources. In this transformed world, Samuel Solis—heir to the noble House of Solis—discovers that his genes have mutated in ways no one anticipated, granting him rare, mystic abilities. As Samuel learns to wield the strange power of Aether, he is drawn into a cosmic struggle where the future of his house and his own survival hang in the balance.

Nate’s POV: The Beast Awakens The burning started in my chest—subtle at first, like a dull ache, but it quickly spread like wildfire. My vision blurred, and every nerve in my body screamed. Not now. Not here. I stumbled back, gripping my arms as the pain intensified. It felt like something inside me was tearing free, clawing its way to the surface. My breath came in ragged gasps, and the world around me dimmed. "Nate, stay with me!" Leona’s voice barely registered through the storm raging in my head. The heat surged, and with it, a primal force I couldn’t contain. My skin prickled, muscles twisting and bones cracking as fur erupted along my arms. My hands... no, claws now, dug into the dirt. My nails were black, curved, and razor-sharp. A deep, guttural growl escaped my throat, one I didn’t recognize as my own. "Nate!" Leona yelled again, stepping closer. Brave, or stupid. Maybe both. I lifted my head, locking eyes with her. Her fear hit me like a wave—but behind it, there was something else. Trust. “Stay back,” I growled, my voice layered with something... inhuman. My lips curled back, revealing sharp teeth. The beast wanted out. It wanted blood. But I wasn’t ready to give it everything. Not yet. With a shuddering breath, I forced myself to stand, claws flexing, muscles coiled like steel. I could feel the strength surging through me—powerful, untamed, and deadly. "You wanted a monster," I snarled, glaring at the enemy ahead. "You’ve got one." ---

**"In the neon-lit streets of Tokyo, two broken souls collide. Haruki, a reclusive artist haunted by his past, has built walls so high that even the light struggles to reach him. Aoi, an optimistic yet scarred young woman, carries her own quiet pain but refuses to let it dim her warmth. When their paths intertwine, they embark on an emotional journey of love, sacrifice, and healing. But as secrets unfold and shadows from Haruki's past resurface, their fragile bond is tested in ways neither could have imagined. In a world where light and darkness coexist, can love truly save a heart that is determined to self-destruct? A Love Written in Tears is a poignant tale of unspoken words, fleeting moments, and a love so tragic that it leaves scars long after the final page."

°MATURE AUDIENCES• He carried me, my legs wrapped around his waist, while my back rested against the wall. I loved this position when he gave it to me. I thought he was an ordinary man. I thought that since I had already tasted his touch, the dreams of our intimacy always haunting me, I could own him. Finally, as a goddess, I believed I could enjoy myself freely this time, get lost in pleasure, which I could finally savor. I wanted him for myself alone, my personal treasure. But then I began to fall for him. A treasure I thought I could use and discard at will became something I couldn't go a day without. His presence became my weak point, my doom and yet, I couldn't help but embrace him. __________ "They all deserve to die a terrible death." These were the words of the goddess of revenge when the anguished cries of a woman, a victim of relentless domestic violence reached her divine ears. Bound by her sacred duties and forced to wait for the souls of the guilty men to return for judgment, the goddess was patient. For thousands of years, she waited. And when the time came, she descended into the mortal world, inhabiting the body of a young billionaire to exact her divine punishment. Victory was a certainty for her. She had always prevailed, delivering justice to those who deserved it. But this time, her task proved unexpectedly complex. Living under the same roof with her husbands after signing a marriage deal, one of them proved to be no ordinary man. Tristan D'Leon, a vampire, a creature born from the depths of hell, carrying his own mysterious burdens and duties. Their fates intertwined, both driven by obligations they could not ignore. Yet, as time passed, something unthinkable began to take root: love. For Jade, whose purpose was to mete out divine punishment, falling for a millennia-old vampire was unthinkable. Why him? Why now? This was not her first time walking the earth, so why had the will of heaven suddenly shifted? As Jade navigated the complexities of her mission and her growing feelings for Tristan, she couldn't shake the feeling that something was amiss. The goddess of revenge, known for her unwavering dedication to justice, was now faced with a daunting question: could she truly fulfill her duty when her heart was no longer aligned with her purpose?

Title: Monstrous Immortals (怪仙物) by CantUnnameable (曉不可名) Chatgpt Translate I'm just a newcomer who wants to try writing a novel. My first book, my first language is not english. Inside the house, Li Wu paid no mind to the gossip outside. His full attention was on the experiment in front of him. Sparks flashed repeatedly, flickering like fireflies in the dim room, until- BOOM! A deafening explosion rocked the house. "Damn it! After all this time, it still failed!"

What makes a god? Is it their power? Their renown? Or their legacy and the impact they havw on those who follow them? Crimson Shadow is a story about one boy's struggle against the odds and his eventual rise to the peaks beyond human capability. Set in a world where most of the Old Gods are either dead or wounded as a result of a cataclysmic war, the story follows another victim of loss in Akairo Kivuli Kamaitachi. Born only a few years after the Great War which claimed the lives of billions, he must rise from the ashes and desperately cling to his humanity lest his soul be consumed by nihilism. What to expect: ÷ The Protagonist isn't the Hero. He is just another cog in the cycle of sorrow. That said, he will carve a path for himself through the strength in his fists and his will. ÷ Tense and gripping action that will vary from bare knuckle brawls to showdowns that will dim entire clusters of galaxies! ÷ A cast of unique and interesting characters! ÷ Deep and Expansive lore that spans entire galaxies!

The extraordinary life of Ivy, a half-breed born from a witch mother and a vampire dad, takes an unexpected turn when he discovers he is not only a vampire-witch but also a werewolf. To his dismay, he is an omega wolf, an outcast among his kind. This revelation shatters his world and sets him on a path of self-discovery. Read Ivy’s story on his thrilling journey as he navigates love, betrayal, and the weight of his destiny; As I laid down to rest, I couldn't shake off the feeling of unease. The darkness of the night seemed to be closing in on me, and I felt as though I was at the mercy of the unknown. So, I made the decision to sleep with one eye open, to keep watch over my surroundings even as I closed my eyes to rest. The dim light from the moon cast shadows across the room, and I could feel my heart beating faster with each passing moment. But by keeping that one eye open, I felt a sense of control, a sense of security that helped me drift off to sleep. I was in an urgent situation, desperately trying to escape the clutches of blood-thirsty vampires and ferocious wolves who were targeting my innocent baby! Thankfully, the remarkable witches had taken an oath to shield us from harm's way! With my loving and devoted mate standing right by my side, our mission was to ensure the safe and secure arrival of our precious little one. “To all the witches, vampires, and wolves! Brace yourselves for the dawn of a new era! The prophecy of Agrippa has chosen Ivy’s womb to carry the next ruler who will reunite our extraordinary realms!” This was the statement that had put me under fire. Neither of the Kingdoms wanted the prophecy to be fulfilled. They had to get rid of me, only the witches stood with me!

In search of a mythical food, a young sorceress is selected by a mysterious sender to fight a dangerous bounty hunter, who seeks the recipe to replicate Icnospea, the power that began the Mystic Age. This task forces her to discover dark corners of the Rupestre communal guild and of herself, meeting other mysticians like her, human and non-human, with different realities. Will they be able to cooperate? Will they be able to stop him? What will happen to the guild of communes?

Paul Keller, a culinary school dropout finds himself transported to a magical world where food has magical properties. Using a 'Divine Recipe System', he cooks dishes that enhance powers, heal injuries, and even summon mythical creatures. As he rises to fame, he attracts the attention of powerful mages, warriors, and gods, all vying for his magical cuisine. Want to gain temporary fire immunity and boost fire-based attacks? Paul has the Dragonfire Stew. Want to restore mana and enhance night vision? The Moonlit Tart is ready. Want to attain immortality or gain unlimited magical power? Visit Paul to have a taste of the Celestial Feast.

Damian Blackwood is a billionaire with an insatiable appetite for pleasure. Every night, he surrounds himself with beautiful women, yet satisfaction remains elusive. His womanizing is fueled by loneliness, a void he tries to fill with wealth, power, and meaningless encounters. But no matter how many nights he spends indulging, something is always missing. Then, he meets Eve—a woman unlike any other. She’s confident, experienced, and knows exactly what a man needs. From the moment she walks into his world, she challenges him in ways no woman ever has. On a couch in the dim glow of his penthouse, she gives him a taste of something different—something unforgettable. What starts as a simple transaction turns into an obsession. Damian finds himself craving more than just her body—he wants her mind, her presence, her heart. But Eve isn’t looking for love, and she refuses to believe in fairy tales. She knows men like Damian—powerful, dangerous, and ultimately unattainable. As their connection deepens, Damian’s past resurfaces. A powerful enemy, Nathan Voss, is determined to destroy him, while Vanessa, a woman from his past, holds secrets that could shatter everything. When betrayal, danger, and hidden truths come to light, Damian and Eve must face the ultimate question—was their connection just passion, or is it something much more powerful? In a world of luxury, deception, and raw desire, Best on the Couch is a sizzling billionaire romance that proves love can come from the most unexpected places—and sometimes, the deepest bonds begin where you least expect them.

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?