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Samantha never expected to find magic in her hometown, let alone in a dimly lit bar on a rainy Tuesday night. Yet here she was, perched on a barstool at the Black Swan, her world about to tilt on its axis. The air thrummed with an otherworldly energy she couldn't quite place. Ethereal dancers moved like smoke across the floor, their bodies fluid and mesmerizing. As Samantha nursed her drink, she felt the weight of curious stares prickling her skin. That's when she saw him. Marcus. A name she didn't know yet, but one that would soon be etched into her very soul. Their eyes locked across the crowded room, and Samantha's breath caught in her throat. He moved with predatory grace, all lean muscle and barely restrained power. Their first interaction was as intoxicating as it was bewildering. One moment, he was her gallant protector, rescuing her from an overly aggressive drunk. The next, his eyes hardened to chips of ice as he snarled, "Stupid girl," before melting into the shadows. Samantha's mind reeled, but her body hummed with an excitement she couldn't explain. Little did she know, this encounter was merely the first step into a world beyond her wildest fantasies – a realm where vampires ruled the night and pain blurred exquisitely with pleasure. As she delved deeper into this hidden society, Samantha found herself drawn to the intoxicating blend of power, submission, and supernatural allure. The crack of a whip, the whisper of leather, the exquisite sting of fangs – each sensation pushed her boundaries and ignited desires she never knew existed. But with every ecstatic high came the sobering reality of danger. Vampire politics were as deadly as they were intricate, and Samantha soon realized she was a pawn in a game where the stakes were life, death, and eternal servitude. As she left the Black Swan that night, Samantha couldn't shake the feeling that she stood on the precipice of something life-changing. She had no idea how right she was, or how deeply she would fall into a passionate, dangerous dance with forces beyond her imagination. The real question was: in this world where pleasure and peril intertwined so intimately, would she emerge empowered... or lose herself completely?

The jeers followed her like a persistent shadow. "Murderer!" the crowd screamed, their faces contorted in a grotesque parody of the adoration she once commanded. Just months ago, they had screamed her name, their voices a deafening roar as she shimmied across the stage, a beacon of light and pop perfection. Now, their cheers had morphed into venomous hisses, their eyes burning with a hatred that chilled her to the bone. Noelle clutched her lawyer's arm, his face a mask of grim determination. The cameras flashed, capturing her every move, every tremor of fear. The headlines screamed: "Pop Princess Plummets: Noelle Accused of Murder." The irony wasn't lost on her. Her life, once a carefully constructed fairytale of fame and fortune, had become a grotesque tragedy. The trial was a circus. The whispers, the sneers, the relentless scrutiny – it was a constant assault on her senses. Her once loyal fans, the ones who'd plastered her face on their bedroom walls, now reveled in her downfall. They devoured every salacious detail, every whispered accusation, every tear she dared to shed. The verdict was a foregone conclusion. Guilty. Noelle watched the judge pronounce the sentence, her mind a whirlwind of disbelief and despair. Death by lethal injection. ‘At least they did not give me the electric chair’ she thought to herself in a poor attempt at humor. * Months later, a solitary figure knelt at her grave, the wind whipping at his hair. Rain lashed down, mirroring the tears that streamed down his face. "I'm sorry, Areum," he sobbed, his voice hoarse with grief. "I'm so sorry I was too late." He clutched a single, wilted rose, its petals stained crimson, a poignant reminder of the life that had been brutally extinguished. * Noelle is a bright star who has the world at her feet, she feels no guilt about being the other woman coming between a husband and his wife. After all, Evan had been in love with her since they were teenagers. The only reason he married Ma-Ri was because his family demanded it, if he had a choice he would surely have picked her… When she gets wrongfully accused of murdering Ma-Ri, she loses everything and is sentenced to death, everyone including Evan turn against her and she is left to die a miserable death. She is reborn and this time she faces the humiliation of being the woman who is being cheated on. She is determined to end the cycle and not let the future she had seen come to pass, she decides to step out of the picture and focus on her career. In doing so, everything changes, Evan clings to her and refuses to let her go, a mysterious stranger who has been studying her also steps in and decides to fight for a chance to be with her.

NO RAPE! MATURE CONTENT/ VIOLENCE BUT NOTHING TOO GORY FOR READERS TO HANDLE. Lilith was a rebellious child while growing up and didn’t have a belief in marriage as she saw it as a fancy prison. She was adopted by Lycan foster parents who saw her as nothing more than a burden. Because she was human, they repeatedly sold her to men seeking mistresses, but each time, she was returned after a single night. At last, she thought she had found an escape, falling for a man who promised her freedom. But instead of a life of love and freedom, she awoke in chains, barely clothed, imprisoned in a room in the pack house of the Alpha Lycan of the Purple Phoenix Pack. Suddenly a voice spoke, “So, you have awoken?” Slithering down her spine like ice water. Never before had mere words unsettled her so, but this one did. It was laced with menace, whispering of danger…of death. As she shifted, pain lashed through her body, sharp and stinging. She winced, squeezing her eyes shut against the agony, only to realize her situation. She was bound, barely clothed, and trapped. How did this happen? She had been on her way to her husband’s house and…oh, no. He had betrayed her! “Who are you?” She demanded, forcing herself to swallow her fear, to summon courage despite the quiver in her voice. She strained to see the source of the voice, but the oppressive darkness yielded nothing. Frustration flared within her. “Humans…” The word dripped with disdain and disgust. “Always asking unnecessary questions.” His hatred was palpable, seething. One wrong word, and he would not hesitate to end her. “Whip her.” Lycans were cursed beasts who rarely had mates. After a hundred years of waiting, the Alpha Lycan was commanded by the gods to take a virgin human bride to conceive an heir. But he despised humans and had no desire to rule with one by his side. So he agreed; he would mate with her, but once she bore his child, she would be discarded. Before she could part her lips to talk, the order was given. The lash struck her back, sharp and searing, and she cried out in agony. … Days passed. The whipping continued, lasting for thirty minutes each day but Alpha Zayd never returned. “Kill her. She is of no use.” He ordered, but instead of despair, something unexpected flared within her…hope. “I will be your slave,” she whispered, forcing the words out. “And I will offer my body only to you, Alpha Zayd.” He stilled. His golden gaze flickered toward her, considering. “Take her to my bed,” he ordered. Then, just as swiftly as he had appeared, he was gone. Determined, Lilith agreed to be his slave but only to find a way to escape and make everyone pay.

"Strip." The command was sharp, laced with authority, cutting through the silence like the crack of a whip. The deep timbre of Dimitri's voice sent a shiver down the spines of the gathered women. They had learned quickly in the past two days, obedience meant survival. At his order, they bowed their heads, hands trembling as they peeled away the thin, tattered fabric that barely shielded them from humiliation. But one of them did not move. She stood frozen in place promting Dimitri's eyes narrow. _________ Born in a world of deception, Princess Sorayah Drakon was forced to live as a prince, hiding her gender and her unique gifts. She can heal wounds, command the elements, disguise as someone else or animals, manipulate dreams, creates powerful illusions, and ability to wield strength no other human possesses. Feeling trapped, she sheds her false identity under the cover of night to dress as a woman. One fateful night, during one of these secret escapades, she met Lupien Nightshade, the crown prince of the werewolves! It was love at first sight. But love soon turns into tragedy when Lupien kills her father, throwing the human kingdom into chaos. Humans were captured as slaves and Sorayah became one of them. She swore revenge, wanting to get close to Lupien to kill him but before she could, she was claimed by Dimitri Nightshade, Lupien's uncle! When she realized their interests aligned, Sorayah sought to gain his trust and use him as a weapon. Two enemies. One kingdom. A shared thirst for destruction. But there was something else. Something Sorayah hadn't planned for. Dimitri Nightshade was irresistible. She hated him so much she wanted to carve his heart out with her bare hands but she couldn't deny the way he made her burn with passion. Will Soraya be able to bend him to her will? Or will she be trapped in his claws forever?

"When the moon hides, the shadows embrace." ®®®® "I, Kane Nightshade, king of the Lycans, reject you wolf-less wench, Isabella Williams as my fated mate. How dare you bare the mark of someone else and have the guts to be pregnant too." The lycan king boomed, slamming me hard.as he continued. "Punishment is to be whipped a hundred times and by the end of it, her head should be cut off" ^^^ Isabella never thought her life would end like this. Yeah, she knew she was wolf-less and would die before she reached a good age. But she never knew she'd have to pass through the rejection, the shame, and the curses. Framed for infidelity and bearing a mysterious child. Isabella's life turns all the more dark as her tormentor, who turns out to be her fated mate, brutally rejects her and the child. Subjecting her to a punishment that would eventually lead to her death and their unborn. But just as she was about drawing her last breath. The creature came to her rescue. The creature in question was shrouded in smoke, a man who no one could describe, killing the Lycans left, right, and center just because of an uncontrollable rage he, himself didn't understand. Lucian, a being who slept for a thousand years, has awakened. But what is he now? A demon, human, werewolf, vampire, or something more? A freaking tribrid, driven by fury and a thirst for vengeance. And What does he want with Isabella, the wolf-less, pregnant runt he accidentally marked? Will she survive long enough to find out about her wolf and destiny. ©© Dark romance Warning ®18 Read with caution, it has a very sensitive scene and mature content.

The clock ticked past midnight, each second echoing like a hammer in the hollow silence of the apartment. Rain lashed against the windows, the storm outside mirroring the tempest brewing in Emily’s chest. She sat rigid on the couch, her fingers digging into the upholstery, eyes fixed on the door. David’s keys jingled in the lock, his laughter—warm and carefree—seeping through the wood before he did. He stumbled in, tie askew, the sharp tang of bourbon on his breath. But it wasn’t the alcohol that made her stomach churn. It was the cloying sweetness of jasmine perfume clinging to his collar—a scent that didn’t belong to her. “Where have you been?” Emily’s voice trembled, though she’d rehearsed the question a hundred times in her head. David froze, his smile dissolving. “Work ran late. You know how it is.” “Work ends at six, David. It’s *midnight*.” She stood, her legs unsteady. “And since when do you wear lipstick to the office?” His hand flew to the smudge of crimson on his white sleeve—a shade too bold, too *alive* for the muted tones of their marriage. His face hardened. “You’re imagining things.” “Am I?” She stepped closer, the jasmine scent now suffocating. “Or is it *Jane* from accounting? The one who ‘just needs your help’ every time I call?” His laugh was a cold blade. “You’re paranoid. Always picking fights—” “Paranoid?” Her voice cracked. “You haven’t touched me in months! You come home smelling like *her*, lying to my face—” “Enough!” He slammed his fist on the table, a vase rattling. “I’m tired of your nagging! What do you even do all day? Sit here and wait to accuse me?” The words struck deeper than any slap. Emily’s breath hitched. “I gave up my career for you. For *us*—” “Us?” He sneered. “There *is* no ‘us.’ Just you, digging through my things like a desperate—” She didn’t see his hand move. The crack of his palm against her cheek split the air, her head snapping sideways. She stumbled, clutching the wall as the taste of copper bloomed on her tongue. David loomed over her, his eyes wild, foreign. “You… you pushed me to this,” he hissed, grabbing his coat. “Clean yourself up. You’re pathetic.” The door slammed. Emily slid to the floor, tears mingling with the blood on her lip. Outside, thunder roared. But beneath the pain, a spark ignited—a flicker of defiance. Her gaze landed on the shattered vase, its jagged pieces glinting in the lamplight. *Pathetic.* The word echoed, twisting into a vow. She would rise. Not for him. Not for “us.” But to make him regret the day he underestimated the woman he’d reduced to ashes. -**Chapter One: The Scent of Betrayal (Continued)** The air hung thick with venom. David’s chest heaved, his earlier bravado fraying at the edges. Emily wiped her bleeding lip with the back of her hand, her eyes blazing. “You think Jane *wants* you?” she spat, her voice a razor. “Or does she just pity the man who needs to steal confidence from a bottle and affairs to feel alive?” David’s jaw twitched. “Shut up.” “Why? Because it’s true?” She laughed, cold and sharp. “You’re a cliché, David. A middle-aged fraud in a tailored suit. Even your *precious* promotion—did you earn it, or did you cry your way into it like you did when your father called you a disappointment?” He lunged forward, but she sidestepped, her words relentless. “Jane must be desperate. Or blind. Tell me, does she know you couldn’t even—” “I said *shut up*!” he roared, his composure crumbling. “Couldn’t even *what*?” she taunted, stepping closer. “Finish a sentence? A marriage? Or is that why you’re so bad in—” The slap exploded like a gunshot. Emily’s head whipped sideways, her body crumpling to the floor. The world blurred—a kaleidoscope of shattered glass and spinning shadows. Her cheek burned, but worse was the silence that followed, broken only by her shaky breaths.

[Warning: Mature Content R18+] The taste of forbidden love is the sweetest agony!! They were fucking right. I, Frery Kane was whipped and captivated by a Lycan Shifter from the Bay Shifter pack in Paradise Bay. Drawn to him like a moth to a flame, an irresistible pull I couldn’t deny. Alpha Tor Gale, a Lycan Shifter of unparalleled strength, only of his kind, his blood as intoxicating as ambrosia, his presence a temptation, I couldn’t escape. He made me crave more than I should or was allowed. In Paradise Bay, Vampires and Shifters are bound by ancient laws, their rivalry etched into the marrow of our existence. To meet him was to defy centuries of hatred; to love him was to risk everything. Each secret meeting was a dance with death, a betrayal of the Paradise Vampire Coven, and a rebellion against the laws that chained us. But Tor was my forbidden desire, my beautiful torment, and my greatest weakness. I knew the cost of this love, a love that could ignite war and destroy us both. But how could I resist the one thing that made my immortal heart beat once more? Excerpt from Alpha Tor's POV: “So you’ve been following me,” Tor’s deep growl echoed in the icy cavern. His golden eyes caught the flicker of torchlight. His breath misted in the freezing air, curling like smoke between them. “What gave me away?” I responded my voice as low, deep, and steady. Tor laughed a deep rumble that shook the cavern walls. “You reek of desperation. Do you think I didn’t notice your scent clinging to the trees? Are your footprints melting the frost? What is it, vampire? What do you want from me?” My jaw clenched and my gaze didn’t waver. “Your blood,” I taunted as my voice was laced with coldness to see if he could be threatened by my words. “Your kind is... intoxicating. Forbidden. I can’t stop myself.” I expected him to cover but he stepped forward and responded “If it’s my blood you want,” he murmured, his voice low and teasing, “then come closer and take what you need” The words struck me like lightning, and a fiery heat surged through my veins. My beast clawed at my control, drawn to him in a way that defied logic. His gaze held mine, and for the first time in my life, I didn’t know whether to run or to stay. ___________________________________________________________________________________________ In the end, they called me a betrayer. A traitor to the Paradise Vampire Coven. But how could I hold back when I had tasted something far sweeter than immortality? Alpha Tor was my forbidden fruit, the Lycan Shifter Alpha who defied everything I was taught to hate. But when I surged forward, ready to face anyone who dared stand between us, fate revealed the old prophecy hidden in Hanka Island. Alpha Tor wasn’t just my lover, he was my lifetime mate, our bond blessed by the ancient magic of Hanka Island itself. And our love was not meant to follow the rules, it was meant to break them.

Their sins got the whip of god's worst and on that fateful day, god left this world in ruins. However, in his supposed mercy, he left them with a means to survive and protect themselves against the fiendish demons and monsters that came upon them. This gift, they called: Talents! Kieran Marcoth finds himself in this god-abandoned world, and on the day he was to receive his talent—a gift from Orion, the left god—he awakened a 'hidden' SSS-ranked talent. A talent that could only be activated once the condition was met. Instantly, Kieran turned into a subject of mockery, spite, and insults, and somehow, just somehow… he found himself riddled with injuries and on the brink of death. However, it seemed Orion was yet to forget his son. [Ding! Conditions have been met] [Host has been successfully selected as a God candidate] [Defeat the other candidates! Become the next God of this ruined world] Seeing the notification, Kieran couldn’t care less. Only one thought was registered in his mind: ‘I’m going to fucking kill those bastards!’ His journey began… Will the once-kind helper become a tyrant god?

"Now, listen to me" he commanded and I instantly looked up at him. "Rule number one, no screaming. No matter what I do to you, I must not hear a single noise. If I do, it would most definitely get worse" he said and my heart hammered in my chest. "Rule number two, when I tell you to do something, you do it, or else, I will whip you repeatedly and make sure you're on the brink of death but just enough to keep you alive." He said with a wicked grin on his face. "Rule number three, follow those two rules" he said and got up. Out of the blue, he whipped me again and I screamed. I had never felt that much pain in my entire life. "Tsk tsk, you're a slow one" he said and I held my breath as I awaited the next whip. He whipped me again and I managed to stifle a scream. "Good girl" he said and went back to sit on his bed. "Now, strip." He ordered and I shakily got up and began to pull my clothes off my body. ... Kieran had a regular life until a ruthless Alpha turned it all upside down. She suffers and even gets rejected. What happens when she has a better second chance mate who is protective and the ruthless Alpha who made her life hell is butting into her life again?

WARNING: MATURE CONTENT An unwarranted death, an unprecedented rebirth, two men vying for her love. Elize's life was not easy to begin with, but now she has to fight her own destiny. Will she want to return to what was hers? Or will she choose to ignore it? Is she strong enough to face her fate? Then what about love? GLIMPSES (P.S. Contains spoilers, read at your own discretion) : As she drew closer to the door, she could clearly hear two men bickering "I swear if you lay a finger-" Deep breath. Elize repeated to herself as she pushed the door open. Two heads whipped towards her direction from the corridor to which the door opened. The conversation between them seemed to have died down with her presence. One of the two tall men stepped towards her. An animalistic growl emanated from his body. Elize narrowed her eyes and was about to say something when she noticed it. Those eyes. Those same blue eyes! ********* "Who's there?!" She asked aloud, unable to find anyone. 'You have come at last.' The voice replied, a hint of joy in its tone. She gulped her saliva nervously. "Who- who's there?!" Elize stuttered. 'I am what is missing from you.' The voice replied, calmly. "Huh?" 'Since our time has not yet come to become one, why may I ask are you here?' The voice asked. "I uh.." She said absentmindedly. 'Let us seal our bond with a wish, that I may accept you as my master.' The voice spoke with much enthusiasm. ****** "Do you hate me Elize?" He asked, with a pout. Elize maintained her poker face. She was not going to fall for it no matter how cute he tried to act, she thought to herself. "No I don't sir. I don't even know you." She replied nonchalantly. "Ouch. That hurt." He said, clutching the place above his heart. Elize huffed, rolling her eyes. "Do you really have something to say or should I come back later?" She asked, folding her hands above her chest. "Would you come back to me later, on your own accord?" He teased, almost reaching her. "That's not what I-" The Kelpie's laughter cut her off. "You're so cute when you do that. It makes me want to bite you." He said licking his lips, his wet tongue gliding over his moist lips slowly, making a show of the process. Teaser is on the Instagram page : author_obsessedwithwolves Join our discord- https://discord.gg/Nrj87UT

In a world where justice and injustice endlessly clash for dominance across the three realms, Vera—a gifted Aetherial student wielding fire, illusions, and the power to manipulate emotions—seeks to reshape the system, bringing the corrupt to their knees. The upcoming Academy Tournament presents the perfect opportunity to prove her worth. This annual event, reserved for top-ranking Aetherial students, pushes competitors to their limits in a series of high-stakes battles. The reward? A coveted place among the Seraphs—the divine beings who govern the realms. But when Vera is denied her chance at ascension, she refuses to accept fate’s decree. Determined to carve her own path to divinity, her once-noble desire to change the world warps into an unrelenting obsession to cleanse it. As her descent begins, Vera becomes painfully aware of the chaos she leaves in her wake—both the suffering and the salvation. Yet, if securing a better future means embracing the role of the villain, then so be it. After all, history is written by those strong enough to shape it.

We are ONE Family, but no family is perfect. The De Vera Family was once a happy family, but amidst the growth of their son, what will go wrong?

The Aristocracy Dominates the World, While Military Bandits Split the Land. In the North, a young man raises his sword and cracks his whip, riding across the mountains and rivers, determined to carve a path for the common people of the world. I had no intention to hunt the deer, but seeing the suffering of the people, I will fight, and fight until I become unmatched in the Eight Directions! [----------------------------------------------------] Love this translation? Support me on Patreon for early access, exclusive content, and more! Your support keeps the translations coming—subscribe today! Join me on Patreon: Patreon.com/flokixy

One moment, he was a modern man on Earth. The next, he found himself surrounded by a tribe of fluffy, clueless werewolves—so poor they couldn’t even afford proper clothes! Looking up at the sky, he nearly broke down. Live like a savage? Eat raw meat? No way! With no other choice, he grabbed a whip, took a deep breath, and pointed at the wide-eyed furballs: "Work, all of you!" From that moment, a legend was born—the mastermind, the dark emperor, the one and only ruler of the Super Werewolves!

**"Leave me alone! Please, just let me go!"** My voice cracked as I thrashed in his iron grip, but it was useless. He scooped me up effortlessly, his hold unyielding, carrying me off to a fate I couldn’t escape. This can’t be happening. Not now. Not like this. "I don’t want this," I whispered, my voice raw with terror. "Please… just let me go." My pleas barely reached his ears, or if they did, he didn’t care. His silence was louder than any threat, his indifference a dagger to my chest. A heartbeat later, my body hit the softness of a king-sized bed, but there was no comfort in it. My tears had nearly dried, leaving only silent sobs wracking my frame. I forced myself to speak, desperation lacing every syllable. "Luciano, please," I choked out. "If I’ve wronged you in any way, I’m sorry. But don’t punish me like this." A deafening crack split the air, and before I could react, fire exploded across my cheek. The force of the slap sent my head whipping to the side, my skin stinging from the brutal contact. The room pulsed with danger. **"No one calls me by my name,"** he growled, his voice like crushed glass—sharp, merciless. **"And no one tells me what to do."** His fingers curled under my chin, forcing me to meet his gaze. Cold, dark, and bottomless, his eyes held no mercy, no hesitation. "You will warm my bed," he murmured, his voice dangerously soft, laced with cruel intent. "You will satisfy my every craving, no matter how disastrous, no matter how dark." A wicked smirk ghosted over his lips, his grip tightening. "Because you are mine to break. And no one stops me." He leaned in, his breath fanning against my trembling lips. "Now… come here." --- Story by white pheonix

just a lil sum my boo whipped up for me to read. I need feed back tbh

When he was only twelve, while walking home from school, Theo Serrano noticed something odd in an alley near his home. He wasn't sure what it was about the cardboard box that seized his attention, only that it definitely wasn't there yesterday, and upon further inspection he was shocked to find a young girl abandoned and starving. With a whip lash tail at the ready, the poor thing was absolutely terrified, but ever the altruist, Theo rescued the poor succubus and even allowed her into his home. That was something his mother wouldn't tolerate for long. Receiving shelter, food, clothes, and even giving her a name, Lorelei was completely mystified. Sadly, there time together was short, as they were separated shortly upon discovery. Ten years later, as the world readies itself for yet another war amongst the humans and demi's, both these childhood friends must rediscover one another, before the sky breaks above them. This story features magic and science, a dystopian setting, and humans living to struggle with plenty of monster races. Some monster races include (but aren't limited to): Cubi, Lamia, Vampires, Beastkin, elves, dark elves, dragonkin, wyvern, and more. Adult content is to be expected, but in tasteful amounts. Expect new chapters every friday.

Jack Frost has always been an outsider—an orphan abandoned at eighteen, struggling to survive in a quiet town where the days bleed together. His only solace is his loyal wolf-dog, Shadow, and the fantasy worlds of web novels and games. But when a strange event transports him into a parallel version of his town, seven days before his original timeline, everything changes. Gifted with the mysterious ability of Fusion Wielding, Jack can merge objects to create something stronger. A broken baseball bat and a knife become a lethal blade. A rusted chain and a steel pipe fuse into an unbreakable whip. And as he experiments with his newfound powers, he discovers another gift—Spatial Storage, a personal dimension with limitless capacity. But Jack isn’t the only one with abilities, and he soon learns that his town hides dark secrets. Hunted by a secret organization, caught in a supernatural war, and forced to forge alliances with others like him, Jack must master his abilities before an unseen enemy tightens its grip. From forging legendary weapons to leading an army of rogue transmigrators, his journey will push him beyond human limits—toward a final battle where reality itself is at stake. In a world where strength is forged, not given, Jack Frost will decide his destiny. Will he remain a mere survivor, or will he become something far greater?

Lin Kecong is a quiet and depressed person. Since the age of 5, his father, Lin Daqiang have lost his business and become a gambler and a drunkard. He become violence and start beating up Kecong. On Kecong 6 years old birthday, Kecong and his mum Li Xuefen was celebrating his birthday. At 10pm, a drunk Daqiang pulled Kecong out of his room and locked him inside the dark store room of their farm. Xuefen kept knocking on the door to ask him to stop beating their son. But Daqiang tied up Kecong and kept using his belt to whip him hardly. After whipping he spray water on him and leave him inside the darkroom with all the rats and cockroaches. The next morning, his mother quickly sent him to the nearest hospital. Xuefen worried of his health, she bring Kecong and leave the farm and leave her hubby. Xuefen went to Shanghai city to work as a bar hostess to bring up Kecong. Kecong did not know what she work as. 13 years old, Kecong successfully got into Shanghai High school. Everyone in the school despair him as his school uniform is also dirty and torn. 13 years old Kecong have been working in MacDonalds after school hours to help his mother to pay the house rental. 14 years old that year, Daqiang found him and beat him up badly. The next day he fainted in the art classroom due to fever cos of his leg and back injuries. His teacher, Chen Ming and his senior, Wang Jia Hao sent him to the hospital. His mother known of his injuries and found out that the injuries were caused by Daqiang, she took a knife and look for him. Kecong rushed over to look for his mother but instead he saw his mother got killed by his father. Daqiang got caught and went into prison for 10 years. Due to the incident, Kecong went into depression and start talking to himself. In the school he cried everyday. Jia Hao and Chen Ming kept looking after him. A month later after hearing his father went to jail, he took a knife in the arts classroom and cut his wrist. Out of sympathy, Jia Hao started looking after him and even brought him to his condominium to stay with him. After six months being together, the both of them fell in love with each other. Jia Hao applied for Shanghai university but his parents insisted that he go to Harvard University to study medicine. Later his mother felt strange and followed him back to the condominium and saw the both of them kissing in the room without clothes on. Out of anger, she informed his father. His father asked his men to abduct Kecong to his warehouse. They tied him and kept beating him. Jia Hao mother, Wang pei pei slapped him and said him disgusting. Kecong did not dare to answer a word. Chen Ming informed Jia Hao that Kecong was abducted by his parents. He went up to his father’s office and begged him to release Kecong. Pei pei said as long as he willing to go to Harvard they will take as this matter never happened before. Left with no choice, he accepted their request and asked them to give Kecong some money to see doctor and give him a place to stay. They agreed and release him. Without leaving a word to Kecong, Jia Hao left Shanghai to Harvard university to study. Kecong nearly lost his right leg and he went into depression again. He accepted Jia hao’s parents money as a loan and rejected their condo to stay. In the hospital he committed suicide twice. After recovery, Chen Ming took him in to stay in his house but he rejected. After finishing his secondary school, Kecong started to work. He work few jobs a day; a courier in the day, by night he went to a gay pub to work as a waiter. He rent a small old attic room to stay. He eat a box of rice or noodles for a week and biscuits for a week. 3 years later, while sending courier service to an advertising company, the manager spot his looks and offered him to act in an advertisement. The advertisement made him famous overnight. By 22, he managed to return back the money to pei pei and pay off his dad loans.

Ray's world narrowed to the searing pain as the whip cracked against his back. He sat in the darkness of his jail cell, hands tied together with heavy chains. His older brother, fueled by rage, stood over him, the whip raised for another strike. "You're useless, Ray!" his brother spat. "If you hadn't been born, I wouldn't have lost the Battle of Terrestria! You're a curse, a plague on our family!" Ray's mind recoiled in confusion. What was his brother talking about? He hadn't even been there... wherever "there" was. He didn't know what the Battle of Terrestria was or why it mattered. The only thing he knew was pain. As the whip cracked again, Ray's thoughts dissolved into a haze of agony and hatred. He was consumed by a burning desire for revenge against those who wronged him. Against his family, who treated him like trash. Against the world, which seemed determined to crush him. But Ray's story is far from over. As he found an ancient, mysterious tome hidden away in the depths of his prison. The book's yellowed pages held secrets that would change Ray's fate forever. As he dives into the book, he may be dragged on a path to ruin or greatness... a path that would lead him to be a teacher, a conqueror, a leader, a general, a soldier, a protector... a path that will make him the most sought-after man in the entire... well, we'll get to that later

Damon Steele is a self-proclaimed superhero, notorious for his ridiculous weapon choices and a knack for getting caught up in the most absurd situations. When the villainous Laughing Phantom launches an attack on the city, Damon finds himself drenched in whipped cream and facing a more dangerous foe—his ex, Mira. A twisted and charming mastermind, Mira has returned with a plan to throw the city into chaos, but the real reason behind her actions is a secret she's been hiding: she's still in love with Damon. With his sarcastic sidekick, Lily Quinn, by his side, Damon navigates a series of wild and hilarious encounters with Mira, a giant rubber chicken, and inflatable ducks. As the battle for the city escalates, Damon must confront his own feelings for Mira while dealing with the growing tension between him and Lily. Amidst explosions of confetti, awkward romantic confessions, and a city on the brink of destruction, Damon discovers that saving the day might not be as important as finally choosing between the woman from his past and the one who's always had his back. Love and Laughter in the Chaos is a comedic rollercoaster of action, romance, and absurdity, proving that even the craziest battles can lead to a happy ending—or at least a pizza date.

The valiant and naive daughter of the general and the lady divine was carried away by a bloodied, enigmatic new portal that appeared on the same day a man's soul was drawn into the largest of the two ancient, well-known portals to which no male child was to be sacrificed to,known across all of the kingdoms.Since the portal was unable to claim the life of one of the chosen maidens, who was mentioned in a professy, a curse was placed upon the first-born child of the women whose powers were drawn in on the day of the sacrifice to purify the portal. Divine, the woman in the professy married a mortal, lessening the effect of the curse, which prevented her first child from being tortured and instead reduced her child's life expectancy. Vera, the terminally ill daughter of General Grey and Lady Divine, has less than a year to live.In order for her treatment to begin, she must wed the son of a notorious invoker who may cure her; however, an unexpected event occurs. Vera awakens to a strange world where, a mortal will cease to exist in 51 days if not brought to the surface. While she is temporarily living with Yong, the enigmatic, emotionless, and heartless prince of the darian world, she eventually discovers that he is the right man for her brief romantic journey; however, Yong stays away from her because of his own curse and buried past.When their two enigmatic and entirely distinct worlds collide, revealing Yong's way of wanting his woman.Will the innocent vera be able to handle his kind of pleasure?Can the naive Vera tolerate his kind of attention? ________ Cover is mine so please don't use it.

just something I whipped up in the library, when the book I was holding just wasn't right. And someone very right just wasn't where I wanted them.

THE EMPIRE IS DEAD And the empire is on the brink of collapse. In a world where only the strongest rise to the throne, the five kingdoms must answer the calling to compete in a deadly game. The rules are simple: survive, claim the Soul Sword, and inherit the empire. But this year... everything changes. The five kingdoms of the empire each send their chosen representatives, firstborn heirs marked by the glowing swords that will lead them into battle. Each competitor carries not just a weapon, but the weight of their kingdom’s future: Vera, a reluctant warrior from the Kingdom of Thorns, skilled in shadow manipulation and deception. Raith, a battle-hardened prince from the Kingdom of Storms, a master of elemental swordsmanship and weather control. Kael, a mysterious outsider from the Kingdom of Ashes, with the ability to manipulate time for brief moments. Liora, a fierce tactician from the Kingdom of Dawn, known for her mastery over illusions and psychological warfare. Soren, the youngest, yet most feared, from the Kingdom of Ruin, who commands the power to control minds and bend others to his will. This year, however, the game holds more than just bloodshed and ambition—it carries a darker secret, one that could destroy not just the players, but the entire empire. As alliances form and betrayals unfold, each player must fight not just for the throne, but for their very souls. Let the game begin.

Un chico de 20 años terrestres y 23 000 años luz de donde proviene, amante de la repostería y obsesionado con las figuras de gatitos, se encuentra pasando su 493 vida como castigo por un crimen del cuál fue el principal sospechoso para luego ser determinado como culpable, sin embargo, su rutinaria condena se verá afectada por extraños y diversos sucesos que comenzarán a suceder. Aunque este no quiere aceptar un papel en estos hechos, se vera obligado a asumir un papel y luchar contra seres que comenzarán a surgir a partir de grietas que se están formando en distintas partes de la tierra, lo que le encaminara a un viaje que le llevará a descubrir nuevos misterios y a conectar hechos que le harán descubrir una verdad inimaginable ¿Será #7859 el verdadero culpable de aquel crimen? ¿Cuál será la verdad que ha estado oculta y disfrazada durante miles de años? Todo eso y más, descubre lo leyendo: ¡Las 493 vidas de #7859!