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Aria West doesn’t ask she takes. Fierce, flirty, and impossible to ignore, she’s never been the type to beg for love. But when she crashes literally into Lucien Gray, the quiet, brilliant heir with shadows in his eyes, she decides one thing: he’s hers. Lucien doesn’t do drama. He doesn’t do attention. And he definitely doesn’t do girls like Aria. But Aria isn't just any girl. She’s bold, persistent, and maddeningly beautiful. The kind of girl who peels his silence apart and dares him to feel again. She doesn't care if he keeps secrets. She only cares that he looks at her like she’s his last breath. And when Aria calls him hers Lucien starts to believe it. Even if it destroys them both.

When her meticulously crafted marriage to Elijah Rossi shatters on her wedding night with a brutal revelation: "There is no us, Imogen. There never was." Imogen is abandoned by her husband and further faces an even crueler twist when her husband refuses a divorce. With the arrival of Isaac Rossi, Elijah's revenge-driven half brother, Imogen strikes a clandestine deal with her brother-in-law to navigate a dangerous game of deceit, seeking to outmaneuver her indifferent husband. As loyalties are tested, Imogen must decide which brother is right for her. The one she was made for or the one she burns for.

In a world ruled by sword and will, Fortis Lactresia was never meant to stand out. Born into royalty but overlooked, he walks a path no one else sees. As monsters rain from the skies and kingdoms crumble under hidden rot, Fortis awakens a power tied not to the blade, but to the mind — a force no sworder understands. Calm, unreadable, and carrying the weight of a nation, Fortis doesn’t seek power for pride... but when he moves, the world follows...

"When the old gods are forgotten, they do not die—they wait." In the year 1025, the Viking Age wanes. Iceland bows to Christ. The Althing governs by law. And the gods of old fade to whispers. But in the far Westfjords, something stirs. Vetrúlfr Úllarson, a former Varangian captain and exile, returns from the East with foreign gold, forgotten warcraft, and a hunger no man can name. He comes not in peace, but to raise Ullrsfjörðr from ash and ice; building walls, carving runes, and waging war on behalf of a dying faith. From Reykjavík to Aachen, rumors spread: a ghost walks the North once more. Some call him the son of Ullr. Others, a wolf-cloaked demon. But all will know his name. and when the Valkyries call, he will answer.

"People don't live in darkness, darkness lives in them." Aizea is just another girl in the mysterious kingdom of Zaayes, where sound (rather, the sense of hearing) vanishes as soon as night falls - for everyone but Aizea. However, with this vicious secret finely hidden for years, Aizea, with her unique beauty, has caught the eye and the heart of her otherwise good friend - the handsome Andre, who has captured the hearts of almost every other girl in Zaayes; but for the one girl his shifter spirit craves for. Their friendship doesn't even get bitter despite the intrusion of these myriad of emotions; until, one fine night, the secret is spilled... Aizea has to choose between the much feared forests drenched in cold darkness which fringe their kingdom, and the wild darkness that claws its way out of the serene covers of the people that she had been holding close to her heart for all these years. What does she choose as she hears the night call her from the dark depths of the woods?

In the greed-filled world of corporate empires and magic knights, Min Jae was a king in business, with pockets so deep he could drown in them. That is, until his life deemed his playthrough unfair and gave him a red card. Poison was his family's best friend, as everyone had at least tasted it once, not twice because they never could. Death was never on his calendar, neither was an offer for a divine gig. Enter the Deity of Stories, a celestial being with a fetish for plot twists, who offers Min Jae a deal he can't refuse: become her divine cameraman. No, not the kind with a lens, but one who records the tales of mortals. In return, he gets a second shot at life, in a world where his dearly departed parents are alive and well, ready to dote on him from birth. Reborn as Judge (because “Min Jae 2.0” sounded too dull), he quickly realizes this new life is no gift. This steampunk utopia, filled with airships, clockwork gadgets, and an alarming lack of Wi-Fi, thrives on manipulation. But who needs the internet when you have a divine camera and the sharp mind to control it all? Judge isn’t just here to record stories; he’s here to write them, casting himself as the mastermind behind every twist and turn. Armed with his divine powers, he navigates complex schemes, power-hungry nobles, and ruthless industrialists, all while keeping his ultimate goal hidden: to ascend to godhood and rewrite his own fate. Of course, he generally makes a glorious mess of things, all while trying to keep his dear parents blissfully unaware of his less-than-angelic schemes. But as the stakes rise and the Deity of Stories watches his every move, Judge must tread carefully. Can he manipulate his way to the top, or will he become just another character in someone else’s plot twist? --- Just a quick disclaimer: The book steers clear of any unwanted adult stuff. However, it does feature a potentially disturbing amount of violence—enough to make you wonder about the author's mental health. So proceed with caution—and maybe a shield!

In the blood-soaked shadows of Ancient Japan, one name struck terror into the hearts of daimyō and demons alike. Akira Minato, King of the Shinobi. He slaughtered ten thousand Taira Samurai with his bare hands. He burned Demon Temples, butchered Shoguns and painted shrines with their entrails. He was the true legend of Japan, the nightmare everybody prayed to be delivered from. One quiet night, while chasing a mysterious treasure, he stumbled upon the Ultimate Oni. His escape plan backfired, and he was forced to seal it with his own soul, accidentally dying in a so-called "glorious sacrifice." And then he woke up in 2025 Tokyo. In a teenage body. Wearing cat-print pajamas. With his powers sealed. And outside, monsters were growing more aggressive. JINKOKU, the Monster Hunting Authority of Japan, was recruiting anyone who can fight them… even if they keep asking dispatch for backup to fight 'those cursed giant centipede monsters under the station.' With no powers, no money, and no way home, Akira Minato had no choice but to take up the blade once more, this time as a registered monster hunter. He would reclaim his strength, find a way back to his era, and if fate was merciful, win the heart of the girl who looked exactly like the one he failed to save. Same voice. Same face. Same name: Princess Yuki. He was once the hegemon of the ninja world. Now he’s broke, underpaid, and hopelessly in love with the nation’s Princess. But even in this ridiculous age… You will call him Shinobi-sama.

Don Victor, the notorious Underworld Boss, known by his alias SKULL, is a figure whose true name and face remain a mystery to all except his inner circle. To the world, SKULL is a terrifying legend whose very name sends chills down spines. No one dares to challenge him, as he has ruthlessly eliminated anyone who tried, leaving only whispers of his terror behind. Those who managed to survive did so by fading into the shadows, too afraid to even think of revenge. The fear he instills is unmatched, and his power over the underworld is absolute. Yet, behind the ruthless exterior, Don Victor has one weakness: his obsession with movies, particularly the works of his favorite director, Tames Kamron. He watches his films on repeat, each time getting lost in the emotions, the betrayals, and the action—sometimes even firing a gun when the tension peaks. His love for cinema borders on the obsessive, with his emotions swinging from tears to rage at the flick of a switch. "Boss... Director Tames Kamron is retiring." "What? No... I can't accept this. I'll kidnap him and make him make films for me!" But fate had a different plan. Bang... And just like that, the mighty underworld boss met his end. But the story doesn't end there. Don Victor opens his eyes in another world, with his life hanging by a thread. [Make a movie in one year, or your life is over.] Now, in a strange new world, Don Victor must face a new set of challenges, where the stakes are higher than ever before. Will he overcome this new challenge or will his reign as SKULL truly come to an end?

The clock on my bedroom wall ticked past midnight, its soft clicks drowned out by the growl of my stomach. I, Haruto Tanaka, high school second-year and self-proclaimed master of procrastination, was facing a crisis of epic proportions: I was starving. Not just “I could eat a snack” starving, but “I might sell my soul for instant ramen” starving. “Ugh, why didn’t I grab something after club?” I groaned, flopping onto my bed. The kendo club had run late, and I’d been too lazy to stop by the convenience store. Now, my fridge was a barren wasteland, and my wallet was crying somewhere under a pile of manga. As I stared at the ceiling, a wild idea struck me. “What if… I summon food?” I sat up, grinning like an idiot. Okay, hear me out. Last week, I’d found this weird old book in the school library’s “do not borrow” section. It was called The Grimoire of Minor Conveniences, and it had spells for stuff like “find lost socks” or “make your tea the perfect temperature.” I’d skimmed it during

Alice a beauty falls in love with Shawn a very handsome guy.Alice and Shawn have their hidden identities from the dark world but they still managed to be together

Noah isn’t ordinary — not in the way he thinks, moves, or survives. At just fourteen, he’s already outgrown the world he was born into. With a mind sharpened by grief, secrets, and something colder than ambition, he quietly builds a digital empire under the nose of everyone who thinks he’s just a quiet kid in the back row. Behind closed doors, he commands RAI — an AI system he engineered — and infiltrates layers of classified networks, tracing shadows tied to the one truth he can’t let go: The people who murdered his parents never disappeared. Now they wear suits, run covert syndicates, and call their plans "containment." When a quiet alliance forms between Noah and a powerful organization, he becomes their weapon — precise, untraceable, and far more dangerous than they realize. But his strike against the global syndicate known as the Mark of Serpent is only the beginning. As Noah digs deeper, he’s forced to choose between strategy and sentiment. The friends who stand beside him grow suspicious of the silence he’s wrapped himself in. His grandfather — the only adult who still sees the boy behind the brilliance — senses something shifting. And as the truth creeps closer, the question rises: What happens when the only person holding the line between order and chaos is a child no longer certain which side he’s on? Well… you’ll see.

This is the Story of A young man Named Nathaniel Jones the last descendant of the BAKA strives and struggles to become the one to save the world despite the world taking him as a fool he will Prove them wrong ever step of the way

I was living in an alternate world where once marked, the eyes turned red and the first to fall in love was you. I was marked when drunk. The person that marked me unknown, probably living a life of promiscuity. I was just a college student and the person I liked would never glance my way, not in this lifetime or the next. He was dating my sister. I learned my lesson before multiple times, starting a new relationship, dating then breakup.... They all ended the same way and I often ended up getting hurt. This was well proven well by my savior, my rescuer who hated me just as much as I despised him. Never will I ever love again *** DISCLAIMER: The picture used as the book cover is not mine. No copyright infringement has been purposely intended. If you are the owner of this magnificent art and wish for me to take it down, I'll do so respectfully. Kindly reach me through my always open Dm. Additionally, you will also find my email address posted on my profile page. Thank you. I'm open to accept other book cover recommendations since I'm not great at digital art **sobs** Thank you again.

Sara, a warmhearted swimming instructor, never expected that a chance encounter with a bright and affectionate little girl named Blue would change her life. Drawn to the child's innocent charm, she dotes on her as if she were her own daughter, forming an unbreakable bond. But what Sara doesn’t know is that Blue is the only daughter of Augustine Core, a ruthless billionaire who despises women, seeing them as nothing but greedy opportunists. To him, love is a weakness, and trust is a luxury he refuses to afford. So when he discovers that his precious daughter has not only grown attached to Sara but insists on keeping her as her mother, his world is thrown into chaos. No woman has ever stepped into his life without ulterior motives—so why should this one be any different? but his daughter is hell bound on keeping Sara forever. Will he tear them apart, or will this unlikely bond shatter the walls around his heart?

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Zombie travelogue comedy in the tropics. Debauched expats from hell get more than they bargained for when it turns out their tiny island paradise is ground zero for a zombie apocalypse.

I never mattered. Magicless. Worthless. A commoner at the bottom of the barrel, forced to grovel just to stay alive in a world ruled by mana and bloodlines. I polished their boots, swallowed my pride, and obeyed every command like a loyal dog—because all I wanted was to survive. But survival wasn't enough for them. They took everything. My dignity. My hope. My life. Betrayed by the woman I loved—her dagger was the last thing I felt before darkness claimed me, and laughter echoed around my dying body. But death wasn't the end. An unknown entity offered me a deal—and I took it without hesitation. Now, I’ve regressed to the past, armed with an SSS-Class Grimoire, and a fire in my soul that no magic can extinguish. This time, I won’t grovel. I won’t beg. I will make them fall. They’ll scream. They’ll run. They’ll wish for death—and I’ll be there to watch, unblinking, unmerciful. And once their ashes scatter in the wind, I’ll rise—beyond vengeance, beyond power—to claim my destiny as: The Sorcerer King. You want to see how far a broken man can go when given a second chance? Come closer. The adventure is just beginning.

The cover art is not mine. All credit goes to the original artist. If the creator wishes for it to be removed, I will do so immediately. Dearil is trapped in a cruel time loop. No matter what he does, he always dies before his 21st birthday — stabbed, pushed, sick, or worse. Every time he dies, he wakes up again as a baby, forced to relive his life with no escape. After countless cycles, Dearil is tired, broken, and desperate. This time, he decides to live alone and avoid everyone. But will isolation really save him… or is fate already written his future?

Evannah, a woman in her mid-30s, receives mysterious calls from a stranger who knows about her life. As the calls escalate, she feels her world crumbling, prompting her to investigate with her trusted friend Luna. Their quest for answers leads them to Crystal, a girl shrouded in mystery. But as they dig deeper, the danger intensifies, making the lifes of her loved ones to be at stake. Would she be able to control the situation around her? Would she see the light at the end of the tunnel?

WARNING: MATURE CONTENT!Ahmet's laughter was like a slap in the face. "You think you're in a position to negotiate with me?" he sneered. "I don't think so, Asli. You'll do what I say, or suffer the consequences. Do you want more time to outsmart me? No.” She could play his game. She certainly could do that before she finally killed him. A mischievous grin formed on her lips. "What would you gain from sleeping with me?" she asked, trying to keep her tone neutral. "You're not exactly known for your romantic conquests. And we're rivals, not to mention the fact that our families would kill us if they found out." She paused, her eyes narrowing. "So, what's the real motive here? What could you possibly gain from this?" There was a pause on the other end of the line, and for a moment, Asli wondered if she had caught him off guard. But then, Ahmet's smooth voice came back, dripping with confidence. "I’m glad to know you are well-informed about my romantic conquests. Let's just say, Asli, that I have my reasons. And as for what I'd gain… well, that's for me to know and you to find out." His tone sent a shiver down her spine, and she knew she had to tread carefully. She wasn’t going to win this against him. “Show me what proof you have and I will give in to your demands.” With that, she hung up the call, feeling a small sense of satisfaction at being the one to end the conversation this time. She was the only woman in the male-dominated Mafia world. Did he think he could subdue her so easily?

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This is my story(more like my journal) of falling in love with a girl who would never even know I love her. This is not a fiction, it is based on real life (my life). The cover image is AI-generated, though she kinda looks like this, no pink eyes.

The monsoon season of Nanyang carried a humid sensuality as Liao Qiao pushed open the hotel’s carved wooden doors, only to overhear Shang Lu’s mocking sneer: “Are you following me? Still not over me?” A sharp reprimand cut through the drama. “Show some respect to your sister-in-law!” The shadow of a black shirt swept over Liao Qiao’s shoulder. Shang Yu exhaled a plume of smoke, his gaze dropping to the crumpled figure on the floor. “Take him to the Dark Hall,” he ordered, his voice like glacial steel. Liao Qiao studied the man’s chiseled profile. This was Shang Yu, the ruthless tycoon of Nanyang. He stood at the rain-soaked veranda, cigarette smoke curling around him, the faint scent of snow pine lingering in the air—a blade sheathed in elegance. Their next meeting unfolded in the underground lounge of a nightclub. Liao Qiao sipped a Mojito, watching Shang Yu stub out his cigar with a snap. “Mr. Yan requests your presence.” Before the bodyguard could finish, she sauntered into the private room. Under crystal chandeliers, Shang Lu retched into a toilet bowl while Shang Yu tapped his fingers on the marble table. “Explain the annulment yourself.” Before the words echoed, Liao Qiao leaned against the doorframe, spinning a car key between her fingers. “I heard Mr. Shang owns a Maybach. Care to lend it for a spin?” On the manicured lawns of Nan Yang Manor, Shang Yu knelt to tend to a cut on her ankle. Liao Qiao traced the mole near his eye, laughter bubbling. “So anxious, Mr. Shang? Could it be…” His hands yanked her into an embrace, his palm pressing against her wounded back. “If it hurts, bite me.” The night Shang Lu’s yacht exploded, Liao Qiao stood by the manor’s floor-to-ceiling windows, watching Shang Yu’s silhouette rigid against the lightning-flashed horizon. Thunder cracked. For the first time, she understood why her father called her “Nanyang’s curse”—she had a knack for shattering and reshaping the trajectories of those around her without rhyme or reason. When Shang Yu returned from Palma, he pressed a platinum card into her palm. “Want to see where you were born?” Liao Qiao traced the intricate engravings, finally deciphering the truth in her father’s indulgent eyes—she was never just a heiress. She was the wildfire he’d always kept burning in his palm.

After the War of 80 billion Souls in the Balltonian System, a solar system that carries hundreds of planets revolving around the Ballconic Star has been at peace because of the combined power of the Children of the Universe. These were three souls created by the creator of the universe to stop the war. The three souls were Azeelai, Jewel, and Kaji. These three combined their power to bring an end to the war and since then has kept the peace of the Balltonian system for the last 10,000. Until a mysterious force from the other side of the universe sets their sites on the Balltonian System.

I mastered six elements. I negotiated with dragons. I rewrote the laws of mana. And then a clumsy goddess said: "Oops, wrong world. No magic here. Sorry!" Now I’m stuck in a brutal world where swords decide everything—and mages? They don’t exist. Stripped of my magic, I’m labeled a “Null.” Not a warrior. Not a swordsman. Just a broom-wielding camp porter with a bad attitude and zero blade skills. But I’m not alone. The goddess gave me one last gift: Aether, a mysterious combat assistant that doesn’t fight, doesn’t give cheats… just watches, analyzes, and says things like: “Your sword form is trash. Let’s fix it.”