Loki Who He Remains

Rose stood defiantly, eyes locked onto his golden ones as she lifted the hem of her small top, exposing the smooth expanse of her stomach before peeling the fabric over her head. The red glittering bra shimmering under moonlight as if made for this very moment. She ignored the tremor of anticipation curling in her gut. None of that mattered. Not even the reckless haze of drugs clouding her thoughts. Tonight, she was in control. This was a mission. A mission to keep his attention solely on her so could save her friend from his curse. Her fingers hooked into the waistband of her shorts, her breath steadying when she saw him go rigid. Shoulders squared. Posture tensed. Not in fear. Not in disgust. But in something far sinister. His Interest. “Yes… feast your depraved little eyes and filthy mind on this,” she whispered, smirking as the shorts fell away, pooling at her ankles. The silky red thong clung to her hips, the moonlight accentuating every curve of her body. She flicked the discarded clothing aside, shifting her weight slightly as she let her nightly visitor drink in the sight of her naked glory. His posture no longer that of boredom. Good. That was exactly what she wanted. More like, what intoxicated, irrational Rose wanted. She twirled, giving him a deliberate view, rolling her hips just enough to torment. “Since you’ve made my life a living hell, I might as well return the favor.” She cast a wicked smile over her shoulder. “Consider this my gift to you—one you’ll never get to touch.” By the time she turned back, her stomach plummeted. He had moved. No longer a distant silhouette in the meadow—he now stood at the edge of her patio. Much closer and so much real. The thrill that had fueled her was fading slowly. Had she just made a mistake playing this game with her stalker? Swallowing hard, she lowered herself onto the chair, parting her bare legs wide and letting the wooden cross dangle before her barely covered cherry, in a taunt. A silent challenge. The moment she did, his fingers curled around the wooden rail of the steps, veins standing taut against the black ink of his tattoos. His chest rose and fell, controlled but heavier, as though restraining something barely contained beneath his skin. She had him pinned. Or so she thought. Her shadowy visitor moved. A slow, deliberate step up onto the patio. Panic slammed into her. *No no no.* Rose bolted upright, pressing the cross against the glass door separating them. “Stay back!” Her voice wavered a bit. “I swear, I’ll burn your stalking ass right where you stand!” He stilled. A beat of silence. Then— A low, quiet chuckle rumbled through the night air, reaching her ears like smoke. Deep and Dark. Her stomach twisted. The sound was foreign, yet eerily familiar. As if she had always known this was how he would sound. His hands rose in mock surrender, his hooded head tilting slightly, as if entertained by her little performance. Then, as effortlessly as he had closed the distance, he stepped back. Rose’s breath fastened. She was playing with fire, willingly, by provoking the one who comes out at night and remain in shadows. And he was enjoying it.   == In the embrace of her ancestral town, Rose seeks refuge from the echoes of her past. Little does she know, her return to her roots will awaken dormant shadows, shattering ordinary her existence. For when the darkness falls over the town, from the pitch black rises a shadowy figure that haunt her nights. In the darkness he sweeps her off the ground in terrible fear and the allure of sinister intrigue. And once the sun comes, a man with a god awful attitude, haunts her in the broad day light. Causing her to swell with pure disdain. With each passing night, it draws closer to Rose, casting a chilling spell that both terrifies and exhilarates her. Thrust into a labyrinth of mysteries can she navigate the treacherous path laid before her, or will her nightly visitor consume her whole?

Neva and Rhett, the two youths have their heart strings attached in love. Interfering their peaceful life circumstances unfolds scattering blades in their romance. Ishmael, with a heart of spikes, he looks to mend the wound, searching and failing for his Neva separated from him. Rays of love and joy filtering through clouds of horror in the world, Neva before him once more. The twisted fate entangling them, reveals the game of sphere as misery burns their soul. Concealed life beyond turning pages—one after another. The tale gathers: sin and virtue, tragedy and fortune, strength and weakness, destruction and creation, love and hate. Illusion is where we live; in the Garden of Eden before the fall of man. Illusive is serenity; an evermore sanguine of love. Visionary of paradise in the new earth; sows hope deep in the soul. Delusory pleasure of the world; shall bring us burns in the ocean of fire. Illusive Eden is rapture. Illusive Eden is tragedy. The fall of the man, even now bleeding red. The whisper whirls with the dawn of a man. He, who pretends to be the Hero. (The girl who promised to always be together, Forbids him to ever appear, Refusing to recognise him, She disregards all he ever had. Vowing to protect her, He's the terrifying truth she hopes rules lie. Tripping and ripping her, He's the living tragedy looming in on her life. He once was her Elayne, now her hiraeth; He's the villain pretending to be a Hero.)

[If you are looking for a slow romance, you can give it a check if not, you'll be disappointed] Aera, a young 28-year-old was about to make her dream debut by opening her own floral shop that could be shipped in and around. Nevertheless, things didn't go as she planned. One would say that transmigrating to a book sound like a fantasy, however to Aera, it became a nightmare when she woke up in an unknown world even when she hasn't died yet. With an unexpected turnout, her life was hanging by a thin thread. Aera was presented with an option-either she goes back to her world with her memory erased or enter the other world, and comes back with the memory intact to have her revenge. Never did she expect of choosing the worst villain of all. A character in a book where she killed the Empress and her unborn child. Worst, the male lead was reborn time after time with his memory intact. His grudge still hung on torturing the villainess. Even more worst, the ML was a split image of her long-time crush. ----- "Do you hate me that much?" As soon as the question was raised, a table lamp flew past through the said person, smashing against the wall behind him. "More than enough to kill you right now." The female figure responded with nothing but hatred and disgust in her tone. Her jewel eyes that glow under the dark never left her gaze on the other male person who was sitting on her opposite. ----- The male lead wasn't the only one Aera had to put a guard on but even other characters when one after the other began to make an appearance. The more the flow gets out of the plot the more twisted it gets. Her only goal was to survive so she could go back home.  P.S:- English is not my first language and I am weak in grammar. I'll be happy to receive either a critics or feedback or comments...^-^ Please do give it a read till chapter 3 or above to get the clear picture.

“I am the one who will go beyond the end.” “I am the one who will see what lies beyond the high heavens.” “I am the one who will break the barriers of ‘Infinity’.” “I am the one who will break the cycle made by the old monsters.” “I am the one who will ‘Remain’.” “So you following me, is not a disgrace.”

Joshua Martin was a military scientist, a visionary at the forefront of humanity’s greatest technological leap—the creation of a near-limitless energy source. But just as he stood on the precipice of success, his life was cut short. The reason for his death? A mystery he never got to solve. Now, he awakens in a world of swords and nobility, in the frail, dying body of Aldric Ravensbourne—a disgraced noble known for arrogance, wastefulness, and failure. With his newfound title comes from a prestigious house hold, Son of a Duke, and a people who curse his name. But Joshua now Aldric, is no ordinary noble. Armed with his knowledge of science, strategy, and leadership, he refuses to let this world’s limitations bind him. If war is inevitable, he will forge weapons unseen by any kingdom. If famine looms, he will revolutionize agriculture. If corruption festers, he will tear down the old order and rebuild it anew. But as he rises, whispers of his miraculous transformation spread. Old enemies lurk in the shadows, and even greater forces beyond his understanding take interest in the man who should have died. In a world ruled by tradition, will innovation be his greatest weapon—or his downfall? (This book was written with AI-assisted editing and refinement, but all ideas, characters, and storytelling still originate from me.)

Newly promoted Agent Alenna Mondreal has spent years chasing criminals, but her latest mission is unlike any other. Tasked with dismantling an underground drug empire, she is given a new priority—hunt down Valen Grey, a dangerous and elusive man with ties to the most powerful crime syndicates. But Valen isn’t just another target. Charming, calculating, and always one step ahead, he isn’t the ruthless criminal she expected. As their paths collide in a high-stakes game of pursuit and deception, Alenna finds herself torn between duty and desire. The deeper she digs into his world, the more she questions her own. Is Valen truly the villain she was sent to capture, or is there something far more sinister lurking in the shadows? Caught between justice and forbidden temptation, Alenna must make an impossible choice: follow the law she swore to uphold—or surrender to the man she was meant to take down.

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It took Haruki years to build the cold character that made those who knew him tremble before him as a Yakuza chairman, but it only took that man's glance to change everything, to break down his walls and make him seek a warmth he never knew he needed. Hiroshi's smile, scent, deep soothing voice, warmth of his embrace... "This is not what I want." "This cannot be what I need. There's no way I'm going to be weak! I'm the chairman, and I can't afford to be weak." "I will never fall in love, never be weak... ever again." "I need him to leave my life, I don't care about him, I never did." "Who gave you the right to harm what is mine?! I'm going to ruin your life!" "You are completely mine." "Haruki, it is okay to be weak when you are with me." "I will never fall in love with you, you simply belong to me." "Yes, I do..." But you are also mine. ***** Between a Mafia boss who is an infamous player and his doctor, who gets to fall the hardest in love? Bullied high school student, Haruki wakes up one evening in the hospital and he is faced with the fact that his grandfather he never knew was the head of a powerful popular clan and he was dying without an heir. The youth bullied for his beautiful appearance was forced to undergo a complete transformation under strict supervision within a short period. His transformation might have been extreme as Haruki grew up to get all he wanted and became infamous for being a player. He broke the hearts of many both males and females. His toughness knew no bond as the true Spirit of a strong clan leader that laid dormant in him was awakened with every work he did. The great leader was forced to pause at the sight of the new family doctor who had just taken over his father's job. He was pleased with the sight he saw and began to pursue what he wanted. The doctor how ever, had other plans as he was not going to let the younger man change his life completely without doing the same to him. (Breaking his walls and bringing him love). A war of love was fought between thee two men as none of them was willing to lose psychologically. Amid the bloody wars of the underground world, they fought to win through the push and pulls of the new feelings they got exposed to . Warning: *Dominant, strong, bottom/uke/shou, and a sweet, kindhearted, gentle, muscular, romantic top/seme/gong. *If you don't read Yaoi stories please you are excused. *It contains an abundance of sweetness and warmth.

"You know what a good girl would have done? A good girl would have stayed home instead of sneaking out of her father's compound just to get a man to fuck her. A good girl wouldn't have stabbed a man like me with a pen. And most of all, a good girl wouldn't be turned on by holding a gun to a man's chest." I lean closer to her. "You're no good girl, Ivanna." "You… you're wrong." "Go on then. Come on. Pull the trigger." *** My name is Ivanna. I am the daughter of Misha Sidorov, the head of the Krasnoyarsk Bratva. I have just graduated and I’m about to go to college. My life is perfect until Sergio Sakharov comes into the picture. He is the darkness itself. He reigns over the entire Sakharov family and by extension, the Dvina River Vory Bratva. His word is law, and his desire is absolute. Everything changes in a split second when he steals me away and holds prisoner in Tyva, a bride for his only heir. But Sergio doesn’t take no for an answer. He always gets whatever he wants and against all reason, he claims me for himself instead. He thinks I’m the perfect match for his desires and he is determined to keep me close, even if I fight him at every turn. Except, I’m no helpless pawn. I’m not innocent. I have tasted his dark side, and I want more. The don himself, the man they call the Volkov of Dvina River appeals to me in the most sinful of ways. His wickedness draws me in, and when he decides that he wants me, I’m helpless. I can’t resist him, even if it means giving myself to him. He may think he has power over me and can control me every step of the way, but I’m about to show him who the real boss is.

Sonakshi, a powerful and ambitious businesswoman, has always been in control of her life. But everything changes when Aryan, a charming yet mysterious man, enters her world. What starts as a seemingly perfect romance soon turns into a dangerous game of deception, power, and hidden motives. Aryan, unknowingly being used as a pawn by a sinister third party, gets entangled in a web of manipulation. But Sonakshi, sharp and calculative, soon uncovers the truth—Aryan is not acting on his own. Instead of confronting him, she decides to play along, setting a trap of her own. The game is on, and Sonakshi is determined to emerge victorious. The scandal of their intimate photos being leaked forces their families into a heated confrontation. While Aryan's conservative family demands marriage as the only solution, Sonakshi's father refuses to pressure his daughter into anything against her will. Amidst the chaos, Aryan realizes his genuine love for Sonakshi and publicly declares that he needs her—not out of obligation, but because she completes him. He proposes, but Sonakshi, ever strategic, asks for time to decide. As twists and turns unfold, Sonakshi remains steps ahead, carefully plotting her next move. With secrets unraveling and new enemies emerging, the battle is no longer just about love—it’s about control, power, and revenge. In When He Came, love is not just about emotions; it’s about strategy. Will Sonakshi accept Aryan’s love, or will she use him to take down the real mastermind pulling the strings? In this high-stakes game, who will win, and who will lose everything?

A century and a half after estranged elf Ilrune Elrieth ran away from the Elven Kingdom, missing person notices start popping up everywhere, looking for a teal-eyed, youthful individual. Using the knowledge accumulated from several years of wandering, Ilrune goes undetected by the officials' prying eyes. Still, it is only a matter of time until his past catches up to him with the addition of unsavoury surprises. After all, misery loves company.

Cheng Chang Shen a descendant of the Bright King, is forced to register for the Alien battlefield due to the poor treatment of his mother at home. he has the intent of rising in rank and gathering merit to enhance his cultivation talent, by risking his life. On the battlefield, he gets his hands on basic technique, to increase his chances of survival but only to discover this technique was more than meets the eye. Through constant life and death battles the technique kept improving and his strength rising along with talent, as it allowed him to devour invisible substances from the enemies dead bodies. The more he killed the stronger this technique and application became. But one day he receives a letter from home that his mother had died due to a cold. Knowing this reason was a lie, he turns into a killing machine all with the hope of rising faster to get his revenge. But the stronger he becomes the more he realizes how lacking he is in strength. But that doesn't matter, if his strength is not enough, just kill more demons. "They want to reach a peace treaty with the devils? Hehe! Those who block my Cheng Shan's path to Dao cannot be kept!" Only Cheng Shan can say,"Demon Friend please stay! your life is destined with me! #MasterDiscipleRomance #FaceSlapping #MutlipleRealms

In a reality where fate governs all, one being was never meant to wake. Severence was a name long lost to time, a figure buried so deep in history that even the gods dared not speak of him. Yet, despite their efforts, he has awakened. Not by fate. Not by design. But by something else. He remembers everything. The battles he fought. The gods he defied. The moment he took up The Unmaking, a weapon that does not kill but erases. The war that should have ended with his existence vanishing forever. And yet, here he stands once more. Whole. Alive. Awake. But he does not know why. Cast adrift in a multiverse of endless worlds—where heroes wage war, where gods weave their schemes, where titans clash and destinies are written—Severence searches for an answer. Every world recoils at his presence. Every being, mortal or divine, whispers his name in terror. Every force in existence seems desperate to deny him the truth. Something woke him. Something brought him back. But why? From the burning battlefields of the Holy Grail War to the war-torn realms of gods and monsters, from futuristic dystopias to cosmic battlegrounds—Severence walks the path beyond fate, seeking the answer hidden even from him. And with each world, the whispers grow louder. "He has awakened." "The blade that unmakes walks once more." "Even the gods cannot escape its cut." Severence simply tightens his grip on The Unmaking. Let the gods tremble. Let the universes break. He will carve his own path—until he finds the truth. A/N:**The art used for the cover is AI generated.** A/N:**All other characters except the OG belong to their respective creators.** **This is a fanfic**

Chen jia xin, a clumsy and delicate looking girl, who works really hard every day and still creates time to spend with her boyfriend, arranges for both of them to go on a vacation. She suddenly catches him in bed with the receptionist. Wang xi yi the big boss of city k, no one dares to mess with him coincidentally ended up in bed with jia xin. “Miss you are three weeks pregnant” jia xin felt her life has come to an end, “I will marry you “ xi yi said with no slight of hesitation. Can this two different people coexist, will they end up falling for each other.

The story talks about a young adult Irina who wasn't able to follow the path she dreamed of and finds it difficult to accept that she walks a seperate path from her fellows. She tries to bring happiness to her dailylife and discovers new people along the way. But this is only the first step to adulthood, there is more to bear in life, a little sadness still remains; a little from the past and a little to bear ahead. But Life sure is a flower path.

Kazuya Shirou never cared about the world—not his own, and certainly not someone else’s. A shut-in who had long abandoned reality, he spent his days lost in the glow of his screen. But when he suddenly awakens in a foreign land, summoned by desperate voices, he is thrust into a nightmare beyond his understanding.

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A vicious loan shark who got killed by her cheating fiancé needs to use her experience and knowledge to survive highschool after waking up in her teenage body with a different version of her life.

A nameless girl wakes up to find herself in a body that isn't hers, surrounded by strangers who claim she's been in a year-long coma. Death has given her a new life, but what really happened before?

story about Jee wook a murderer and innocent girl so hee who has been accidentally witnessed the murder and kidnaped by murderer who later fall in love with her and forced her to marry him but she hate him because she think that he is cold and cruel man who killed people ..............

What would you do if you had the power to reincarnate endlessly, but with one restriction: you could only reincarnate within the same bloodline, bound to the family of your previous life? What if, with each death, you awakened a new ability tied to death, and with each rebirth, you gained a power tied to life? This is the fate of Surya, an ordinary man thrust into a ruthless world ruled by strength. In a realm where immortals and saints reign, Surya must adapt to survive, transforming himself into a demon to navigate the brutal hierarchy of power

The grand ballroom of the imperial palace was meant for alliances and whispered secrets, not destiny and disaster. Lady Seraphina Astoria Valeheart has spent her life avoiding the treacherous games of court, preferring solitude over the weight of expectations. But when a cocky, sharp-tongued lord with a reputation as dark as his attire asks her to dance, she makes a single mistake—she says yes. Lord Sylas Draven Mourcade is feared for a reason. He commands attention with a smirk and a stare that strips away pretense, but beneath the charm lies something untamed, something dangerous. When Seraphina saves his life with a power she doesn’t yet understand, she unknowingly binds herself to him in blood. But blood is power. And power never goes unnoticed. As whispers of treachery ripple through the empire, Seraphina and Sylas find themselves caught in a web of shadows that move without faces, hands that pull the strings of kings and traitors alike. The court is a battlefield, and their growing connection might be the greatest weapon—or the deadliest weakness. She was never meant to be part of this game. He was never meant to care. But the dance has already begun. And some unseen forces do not take kindly to players who step out of line.

Set in a mythical world of gods and supernatural beasts, demigod Dastan is on a quest to uncover the truth behind the tragic fall of his homeland. Once revered, he is now scorned as a blood traitor by the Empire. Before is caught and executed by the infamous Imperial army, he must secretly gather allies, battle gods and humans alike to exact revenge on those responsible for the slaughter of his people.

-pengingat untuk semua alternatif dimensi dunia ini bercampur aduk jadi akan sangat sulit untuk memahami bacaannya sedikit informasi dari author tentang cerita ini jadi jika tidak ingin membaca silahkan skip saja. -karakter utama cerita ini genderless jadi kalian bisa memikir ships untuk karakter utama sesuka kalian,tapi dosa tanggung sendiri^>^. -cerita dunia ini campuran contoh beberapa alternatif dimensi yang dijadikan satu oleh author,author pusing memikirkan nya. •ABO(Alpha,Beta,Omega) •guide and hunter •fantasy atau kekuatan sihir. •dll hanya seorang guide beta biasa?

The Xie Family all studied law, possessing the fine qualities expected of a scholarly family. Xie Shang too had them: elegance, deep learning, a Fragrance Connoisseur versed in classics, also skilled in zither, chess, calligraphy, and painting. But he was mad, capable of reciting the scriptures while holding a Buddha statue, as well as breaking people's hand and foot bones, very gentle, yet very cruel. Xie Shang didn't become a lawyer but opened a pawnshop instead, where you could pawn anything as long as the story was compelling. One day, someone came to the pawnshop and told a story: In Fragrant City, there was a family with the surname Wen, where daughters took their mother's surname. The daughters of that family could cast spells, the kind that bewitched men, leaving their lovers either buried with them or taking vows of celibacy; in short, either dead or destined for a lonely life. Xie Shang's uncle had died in Fragrant City, which is why he accepted this particular pawning business. Bewitched, confused, thrilled, deeply in love, but love unattained, and a pain so intense it made life unbearable. — This was the script Xie Shang had prepared for the deaf boy Wen Changling. In the end, it was Xie Shang who ended up with this romance-addled script. Wen Changling: Are you surprised, Mr. Xie Shang? (This isn't a book transmigration story, it's a contemporary sweet romance. The 'script' in the book title implies deliberate plotting.)

Ray and his friends are seniors in high school loving their lives in a normal school when new military gadgets make the futuristic world into a dystopian one they must survive and thrive in their new environment.