Fajr Prayer

[Ding!] [Mission Unlocked: Eliminate the moles planted by Rose in the Reid Industries.] Reward: $10 billion in cash upon mission completion. ~~~~ Alex, a 18-year-old ordinary guy, finds himself inexplicably transmigrated into the plot of a Cheesy with no logic bashing novel. But his excitement quickly turns to dread when he realizes he hasn’t taken the role of the protagonist but the villain. To make matters worse, he’s destined to be the first stepping stone for the novel’s protagonist—the Plot armor son. Terrified of his impending doom, Alex thought of changing his strategy of even going as far as changing the whole story plot if he can survive in this braindead novel. And like some ROB or GOD answering his prayers for having fun on his decision, a mechanical voice spind in his mind and a blue transparent panel appeared in front of his eye. [Ding!] [System Activated!] Detecting the host's desire to alter the original storyline. Activating [Villain System]… Alex’s relief is short-lived when he discovers the system’s peculiar goal: [Ding!] [Mission Unlocked: Eliminate the moles planted by Rose in the Reid Industries.] Reward: $10 billion in cash upon mission completion. With his life on the line and a mission ahead, Alex embarks on his journey to survive the braindead Novel. Will he be able survive or fall victim to the Plot Armor son Aka Protagonist. Well that is for the future Alex to decide and know and you readers…

In a world where faith is law and desire is sin, a man awakens in the body of a humble priest—only to hear an unholy whisper in his mind. "Welcome, Host." [HOLY CORRUPTION SYSTEM] [Mission: Seduce a Holy Sister] [Rewards: Insight, Silver Tongue] Trapped in the rigid hierarchy of the Holy Empire, he quickly learns that true power doesn’t come from prayer—it comes from temptation. With every righteous soul he corrupts, the System abandons his old body and places him into a higher-ranking identity, granting him influence and abilities no holy man should wield. From priest to bishop, from knight to inquisitor, each conquest reshapes his fate, pushing him closer to the throne of divinity itself. But the higher he ascends, the deadlier the game becomes. The Holy Church is filled with ruthless clergy, zealous warriors, and hidden heretics—not all will fall so easily. If he wants to rule the sacred, he must outwit the divine. In this game of sin and salvation, only the most wicked desires will survive.

[TRIGGER WARNING: Mature Content + Dark Themes] EXCERPT: “Axel, no. We… can’t do this!” I jolted back when he pulled up my skirt. As if to retaliate, he grabbed my wrist and yanked my body to his. “We can do whatever I say we can do, María José.” “I’m your brother’s reject. Do you even hear yourself right now? He didn’t want me, Axel. What does that make me to you?” “I don’t care about Álvaro’s foolishness. It's his loss for losing a woman like you.” “Okay, I must confess. I'm not worried about him either. It's Rosa… you're getting engaged to my sister in a month!” “Let me remind you, María José—I don’t give a fuck about that, either.” No matter how hard I jerked, he wasn’t letting me go. And part of me—so, so foolishly—didn’t want him to. ______ Having spent her life avoiding the spotlight, María Jośe never imagined she’d be the one to bring shame to her esteemed De la Vega family. With beauty as captivating as a field of lilies, she is the prized daughter of an ambitious father who cares more for his reputation than his children’s happiness. When Álvaro Montenegro, the arrogant heir to the Alpha title, sets his sights on her as his chosen Luna, María Jośe is desperate for a way out. But everything changes when the Moon Goddess answers her prayer in the most unexpected way: María Jośe discovers she is an Omega—wolfless and the lowest rank in the pack. Once held in awe, she is now shunned; a source of shame to her father and a target for ridicule in the pack. As her life turns upside down , María Jośe's hatred for the pack grows. The only solace she finds is in her growing, forbidden bond with Axel Montenegro—Álvaro’s older brother, who has turned his back on the pack to live as Beta. These two developed a love-hate friendship born from their shared disdain for the pack’s cruelty, which slowly evolves into a passionate, secret romance. But when Álvaro discovers Axel’s interest in María Jośe, jealousy ignites within him and he suddenly wants María Jośe as his own. Love, vengeance, and betrayal all brewed into a whirlwind of drama, desires, and deadly comebacks. Will María Jośe rise from the ashes of her former life, or will she be consumed by the power struggles of the pack she despises? Will she give in to the oldest brother who is scared of commitment or the younger one who fiercely seeks redemption?

Isla Navarro has always felt like she was never quite enough. A mixed-heritage medical intern struggling to survive in the harsh, male-dominated world of Elrond Medical Center, she’s exhausted — emotionally, mentally, and physically. After a brutal 48-hour shift and the devastating loss of a patient she truly cared for, Isla’s self-doubt threatens to drown her. The only person keeping her afloat is her best friend Sofia — beautiful, confident, and untouchable, the golden girl of the hospital. But when Isla’s long-awaited residency offer finally arrives, everything changes. And before she can even process the news, fate takes an unexpected turn. Isla wakes up in a world far removed from the one she knows — a place of primitive medicine, ancient beliefs, and whispers of magic. Here, science is feared, and illness is treated with herbs and prayers. Armed with only her modern medical knowledge and a fierce determination to prove her worth, Isla must navigate court intrigue, dangerous superstitions, and a brewing war. But when her skills start to look like sorcery to those around her, she realizes her fight to save lives could cost her own. In this strange, mystical world, Isla finally has a chance to show what she’s truly capable of. The question is — will anyone let her?

In a world where some people seem to have it all—success, love, and happiness—there are others who struggle endlessly, trapped in cycles of failure, pain, and disappointment. This is the story of Naomi, a woman in her 30s, a single mother of two, who believed that the darkness in her past had cursed her future. Despite all her efforts, life seemed to work against her. Failed businesses, heartbreaks, betrayals, and endless struggles haunted her, while her peers moved forward in life. But when she turned to God and Jesus Christ, she discovered a truth more powerful than any generational curse: faith, redemption, and divine breakthrough. Her rise was so dramatic that people around her couldn’t believe it. Whispers spread—Had she joined a secret cult? Had she sold her soul for success? Naomi’s battle was far from over, but this time, she had God on her side. Naomi had always felt like she was running a race she was never meant to win. It didn’t matter how hard she tried, how many prayers she whispered at night, or how many times she picked herself up after failure—life seemed determined to hold her back. It wasn’t just bad luck. It felt like a force beyond her control, an unseen hand that slammed every door in her face. Growing up, Naomi had witnessed the strange rituals of her parents—chants whispered at midnight, strange objects buried in their backyard, warnings about spirits and unseen forces that required sacrifice. Her mother had called it "ancestral protection," but Naomi had always felt uneasy. As she grew older, she distanced herself from their practices, but the weight of their legacy followed her. No matter how much she prayed, no matter how hard she worked, nothing ever seemed to go right. At 34, she found herself staring at the peeling walls of her tiny apartment, eviction notices piling up on the counter. Her two children, blissfully unaware, slept in the next room. She had tried everything—jobs, businesses, relationships—yet every effort crumbled before her eyes. Meanwhile, her friends and former colleagues thrived. They bought houses, traveled the world, and celebrated promotions while she struggled just to survive. She had begun to believe what she feared most: She was cursed. The thought haunted her, pressing on her chest like a weight she couldn’t lift. If her parents had invited something dark into their lives, had it attached itself to her? Had she inherited a battle she never chose? Desperate, Naomi dropped to her knees on the cold floor. Tears blurred her vision as she whispered a prayer she had never spoken so earnestly before. "God, if You’re real… if You’re listening… help me. Break this curse. I can’t do this anymore." For the first time, the silence didn’t feel empty. It felt like something—or Someone—was listening. And that was the moment everything changed.

Xia WeiWei is a cheerful girl who sees the best in everyone, but it is this character that causes her to die at the young age of twenty-four. She trusts the wrong people and turns her back on her husband, then eventually causes his death. Only after the death of her husband does Xia Weiwei find out that her so-called sister is a two-faced snake who pretended to care for her just to take everything from her, including her husband. Fortunately, her husband, Mo Shian loved her too much to let her go even when she kept demanding a divorce. A week after her husband's death, Xia Weiwei is forced to jump off a cliff to her death, but she vows to come back and make her sister and her best male-friend pay for everything they had done to her. She also vows to love her husband and live a blissful life. Xia Weiwei's prayers are heard and she is reborn five years earlier. She has a chance to right her wrongs. Will she be able to convince her husband that she truly wants to be with him? What will her journey of love and revenge be like?

In a world where power is claimed by bloodlines and politics, Meiying, a fierce and skilled warrior, returns home after years of hidden training to find her family gone and her homeland in ruins. Her life takes an unexpected turn when she saves Prince Cheng during a deadly ambush. Unbeknownst to her, this act binds her fate to his, revealing a powerful, untapped secret within herself—the rare ability to manipulate life force, a gift once wielded by the protectors of the throne. But as the Emperor’s desperate deal with a demon curses Cheng’s life and the empire’s stability, Meiying finds herself entangled in a battle far larger than personal revenge. With dark forces and political conspiracies threatening to destroy everything, Meiying must come to terms with her newfound powers and decide where her loyalty lies. Can Meiying, a warrior defined by strength become the key to breaking the curse and saving an empire in peril? As the prince fights for his destiny, will her path of vengeance lead to destruction—or will it be the salvation they both need? ——— Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. My body stiffened as a palace guard called for me from the other side, but I ignored it. Mei, on the other hand, began pushing me away in a panic. "Cheng, let go," she said, struggling in my arms. "Can't you hear him? What if he comes in and sees us like this?" "I don't care," I replied, my lips brushing her ear. "Tell me you forgive me, that's all I need. I won't let go until you do." I knew I was taking a risk, a huge one, if we were seen like this, there would be consequences. But losing Mei would be the bigger risk, the one I couldn't take. I couldn't let her slip away. "I just need to hear you forgive me, mei. That's all I need right now." The guard knocked again, calling my name, and Mei struggled harder. "Cheng, please," she said, her voice cracking under the strain. But I didn't budge. Finally she muttered, "Fine. I forgive you." "I forgive you, you crazy jerk." "You really mean that?" I asked, my voice barely audible. She nodded, exasperated, and only then did I release her. Just as I did, the door swung open, and I barely had time to step back before the palace guard entered, the guard rushed in, his face pale with worry. It was a close call. too close, but I didn't care. Mei flinched at the intrusion, but quickly composed herself, stepping away from me to a more respectable distance. The guard, wide-eyed and clearly flustered, fell to his knees in a bow. "My deepest apologies, Your Highness. I called for you several times but received no reply. I entered out of concern, fearing the worst." I glanced at Mei, but she wouldn't meet my eyes. She simply gave the guard one last look and walked out, leaving the room without a word. I let out a long, exhausted sigh, running a hand through my hair, still reeling from everything that had just happened. Turning back to the guard, I motioned for him to stand. "Get up" "And next time, don't enter my room without permission." ———— Author’s Note (Rong King) This story is a work of fiction, entirely created from my imagination. Any resemblance to real people, events, or places is purely coincidental. I have made every effort to craft a compelling narrative, but I acknowledge that some scenes or details may be inaccurate or unintentionally offensive. For this, I sincerely apologize. My intention is to entertain and inspire, not to harm or misrepresent. Thank you for your understanding. As we journey together through this story, my greatest hope is that our lives reflects God’s love and truth in all we do. I put my faith in Jesus Christ, who gave His life for me, and it’s my prayer that His grace and mercy touch each of us. Thank you for being part of this. May God bless you abundantly!

A sickle lodged deep in his neck, cold steel biting through flesh. Voices murmured around him, debating his fate as blood poured in thick rivulets, staining the ground beneath him. His vision wavered, the world blurring at the edges. Fragments of memory surfaced, slipping through his grasp as darkness crept in. With faltering breath, he muttered a prayer. "Pitiful child," a voice crooned, its melody both soothing and unsettling. Then—screeching tires. A violent crash. From nowhere, a truck barreled through the alley, crushing him and his murderers beneath its weight. The world went silent. Kevin awoke. The question of where he was lingered in his mind, yet he could feel it. An eerie, suffocating void stretched around him, vast and oppressive. There was no warmth, no sound, only the weight of nothingness pressing down, as if his very soul could wither away. "Pitiful child," the voice whispered again, its presence weaving through the void. "Love evades you. Singled out, discarded, assumed to be nothing. No one would mourn your disappearance." A flicker of sadness crossed Kevin’s face. "But there is no redemption for you here either. You will serve as a tool for my adversary, fulfilling what I cannot. Your existence has granted me this moment, and in return, you will perish as you were always meant to. Your memories of this life and our encounter will fade" A hand emerged from the abyss, pale and grotesque, reaching for him. Kevin’s very being twisted. A sensation beyond pain, beyond fear—something worse. An unbearable pressure built inside him, warping his essence, as though he were unravelling, torn apart from within. Then came the rage. A lifetime of being used, manipulated, and discarded. Again and again, others had shaped his fate, moulding him to their will. Even now, even here, the cycle continued. No more. Through the agony, he roared. "I will not be what you want or what anyone wants. Even without my memories, I will hunt, I will devour, and I will carve my own path. It doesn’t matter if you are a god or the devil” The entity smiled. "I am no god. I am no devil. " Its voice echoed, a whisper and a thunderclap all at once. "I am A@#!@ro♧h!!"

Julio was once the reputable consigliere to Don Picasso, a mafia lord who had taken him in from the streets and treated him like a son. However nothing could have prepared him for the sudden murder of his master and then himself by the old man's only son, Pedro Picasso. During his final moments, Julio decided to take a leap of faith and make a prayer, only the prayer was made to the devil himself who was listening. A deal was made, torment and eventual ability to return to take revenge in exchange for his soul. Julio undergoes torture for years in hell and when he is finally released, he has a hell system to help him unleash hell itself on everyone including innocents.

#REBIRTH #FEMALEPROTAGONIS #ROMANCE Seeing her mother's body covered in blood, Serena couldn't hold back her tears. Even though their relationship had grown distant, to Serena, her mother was still the closest and most precious person in her life. "If I were given a second chance, I wish you could be happy with the ones you love, Mom!" Without realizing it, the prayer she uttered came true. Serena was sent back to her college days, to a time when her mother was still alive. This time, she was determined to make her mother's life a happy one.

The Burden of Expectations – A Novel Introduction In the heart of Nigeria, where tradition and modernity often collide, two lives are set on a course neither of them could have foreseen. Zahra Muhammad Aliyu has always known her path. The last daughter of one of Kano’s wealthiest families, she has spent her life cloaked in discipline, dignity, and the quiet burden of expectation. Her mother, ever doting, whispers prayers of success into her ears, while her father, a man too busy building an empire to look back, assumes she will never falter. Medicine is her calling, and excellence is her duty. There is no room for distraction. No room for deviation. No room for someone like Kevin chidera Ikechukwu. Kevin is everything Zahra is not. A nursing student by choice and a Casanova by reputation, he walks through life with an ease she cannot understand. Where Zahra sees duty, he sees freedom. Where she clings to faith, he tests his own beliefs. He is Igbo, Christian, and reckless—three reasons she should never cross paths with him. But fate is not so easily dictated. When Zahra arrives at Lagos University of Nigeria, she steps into a world that challenges everything she knows. And when an infuriating encounter with Kevin marks the beginning of their story, she realizes that some battles are fought not with words but with the unspoken weight of expectation, pride, and something even more dangerous—curiosity. This is not a love story. Not yet. This is a story of identity, faith, ambition, and the unpredictable ways the heart defies reason. And it all begins the moment Zahra and Kevin meet.

A falling star is seen in the night sky, and upon witnessing it, Arthur, an office worker with a monotonous life, clenches his fists and prays for a life full of color and challenges. As if answering his prayer, a strange phenomenon occurs, and Arthur finds himself in a world he has never seen before, a world known as the Beast World. This is the story of Arthur's journey and adventure as he explores a world full of mysteries and challenges.

In the glittering, snake-infested court of Ignis, where power was a double-edged sword and loyalty a rare gem, Selanthia Amaris Nyxveil stood as a legend cloaked in infamy. Known by many names—*The Hound of the Emperor*, **The Cursed Sword*, **The Witch of Nyxveil*, and *The Abandoned One*—she was a weapon forged by duty and sharpened by betrayal. For forty long years, she served as the Emperor’s blade, cutting down threats to the throne with ruthless precision. Yet, behind the cold steel and the icy gaze, Selanthia harbored no love for the crown or the vipers who surrounded it. She was a woman bound by fate, not choice. At 48, weary of the endless machinations of the court, Selanthia chose to retire. With no family to call her own, she left behind the gilded cage of Ignis for the simplicity of the countryside. Her dreams were modest: to bake sweet treats, tend to chickens, lose herself in books she’d never had time to read, and find solace in the quiet rhythm of church prayers. A peaceful, ordinary life—a stark contrast to the blood-stained path she had walked for decades. But fate, it seemed, had other plans. Just 28 hours into her newfound tranquility, Selanthia’s life was brutally cut short. Poisoned and attacked in the dead of night, she breathed her last beneath a cold, uncaring sky. Her final thoughts were not of vengeance or regret for the life she had led, but of the life she had never known. She wished for love, for a kind and handsome partner, for children whose laughter might have filled the void in her heart. She wished she had never taken up the sword, that she might have written a different ending to her tale. Yet, death was not the end. Selanthia awoke not in the afterlife but in a world both familiar and strange. Perched high in a cherry blossom tree, she was greeted by the voice of Rina, her long-dead confidante. Now, thrust into a bewildering new reality, Selanthia must unravel the threads of this strange second chance. Is this a cruel jest of the gods, a dream spun from her dying regrets, or something far more sinister? And why, of all people, THAT MAN—who disappeared without a word— is acting all weird? As the petals of the cherry blossoms fall around her, Selanthia finds herself caught in a web of mystery, romance, and perhaps, redemption. But in this enchanted new life, where nothing is as it seems, can she unravel the twist of life brought forward by THAT MAN? Or will the shadows of her past rise to claim her once more?

Synopsis: "Tell me, Father, do you truly believe your God listens when you pray… or does He turn His ear away, knowing you already belong to me?" Father Andrien was a man of God—once. His faith was unwavering, his prayers unbroken, his soul unstained. Until the night he sinned. No one knew. No one saw. But he did. The stranger arrived at dusk, stepping into the dim candlelight of the chapel like he belonged there. Lucian. A name that dripped from his lips like an old hymn, his presence as familiar as the silence before a storm. "You called for me once, Father. Have you forgotten?" Andrien doesn’t remember. But the shadows do. The stones beneath his feet hum with the echoes of a prayer he was never meant to speak. A desperate plea made in the throes of grief, whispered to something that was listening. Now, the price must be paid. The holy water curdles at his touch. His rosary tightens around his throat. The walls of the church whisper his name in voices not of this world. And Lucian—Lucian watches. "You wear His cross, but your soul was promised to me. Shall we collect what was left unfinished?" A prophecy lost to time. A sin buried in blood. And a man of faith who prayed to the wrong god. The devil does not forget.

Coming back from London as a well known psychologist, Zhao Wenli couldn't hold her joy for not seeing her family for 20 years after being separated from them when she was just 3 years old in her mind, she only knows of how her parents looked like from the photo her parents gave her, on her way to the airport. she didn't loath them but couldn't help to feel the love of Parenthood. life could only feel unfair when her father's closet friend's son framed them of embezzlement of funds and many illicit activities, made her to forcefully lay force threats on the already unbeatable son, Hua Wudi. in the almost quest for survival after realizing her mistake, met her tragic death. just a few days to her arrival from London, she met her end. "if I had known of my fate, I would rather not return and miss my parents unconditionally in London" she muttered as she breathe her last. The heavens heard her silent prayer and transmigrated her to a world of cold war and unequal cultivations which she never thought of being in one. There, she met Hua Wudi as the unbeatable leader. remembering her tragic fate in her past life, decides to avoid him. but fate already has other plans for her. Just because of the one single silent prayer. Heavens didn't grant her prayers but made it worst for her, either that she makes her a life living hell or, a better place for living. in anyway, the ball is now in her court.

"Dad, are we going to die?" "No, sweetie. We’ll be alright." Surrounded by armed men, I clenched my daughter's hand, my heart pounding as their guns pointed directly at her. I closed my eyes, whispering a silent prayer. Then—a gunshot. My eyes snapped open. One of the men collapsed onto the pavement, lifeless. Through the thick smoke rising from our burning car, a figure emerged. My breath caught. It was my son. Without hesitation, he tore through the attackers, his blows ruthless, his movements a blur of deadly precision. Blood splattered the ground as he dismantled them, one by one. Then, headlights cut through the chaos. A sleek black car pulled up, and from its shadow stepped two men. My blood ran cold. They weren’t just anyone. They were the right-hand men of the Devil—the most feared mafia lord alive. Yet, they stood behind my son, watching in silence. As he delivered the final blow, my son straightened, his face drenched in blood. He tilted his head toward the dark sky, inhaling deeply before murmuring: "The time has come, hasn’t it?"

There was once an innocent little boy who was about to graduate high school. But suddenly, a truck ran him over before he could step foot in adult life. From his cruel twist of fate, he learns that after a person dies, they simply go to a result screen—a simple score system based on how publicly known they are. Being the nobody, he only had enough points to use the wheel spin—three shots that would determine his upcoming life. The wheel first landed on females, crushing his hope of keeping his gender. But he wasn't just going to give up so easily as the male section remained. The next spin didn't land on what he hoped for. With one last shot, he slammed the button and prayed. A miracle, almost as if god answered his prayer, appeared right before his eyes as it landed on a male. "Thank you, god! I knew you'd never give up on me like that——Wait, what do you mean that's a bug?" Before he could say anything, he was reborn into a fantasy world where magic and cultivation coexist. Want to find out what he got for his upcoming adventure? Well, let's just say he experiences the three stages of grief with his awful luck. --- Disclaimer: Some of the love interests are related to the main character, and the main character's love interests are only towards women. Four chapters a week. The upload schedule may be a little wacky, and no bonus chapter for now as I'm still currently in college. Discord server if you want to talk or have questions: https://discord.gg/hnXMFwfVR3

After the invasion, humanity has been reduced in numbers drastically. 93% of the male population has been wiped out, alongside all the gods. Everyone left, prayed for a miracle and their prayers have been answered. In order to save mankind, the last remaining goddesses, created female warriors known as the Valkyrie to protect and keep the human population alive. However, because of the superior genes of women, the children born would always be female and if they were born male, they would die. The goddesses, need to figure out a way to prevent the deaths of male children or else it will be the extinction of humanity and them. The Faction Wars Series contains disturbing content that may be too intense for readers, such as abuse, rape, drugs, extreme gore and violence, mental and physical torture. Note: The characters, places, and events described in this novel are entirely imaginary and have no connection, either direct or indirect, with any real persons, places, or events. Reader discretion is advised.

Love of Fortune and Steel is a historical fantasy that weaves together romance, comedy, adventure, and the clash of worlds. James, a modern-day banker with an unwavering passion for history, experiences an extraordinary transformation during a routine museum visit. A mysterious supernatural force transmigrates him into a parallel medieval realm—a world familiar yet distinctly altered with its own unique nations, rulers, customs, and the presence of mana, a mystical energy that enhances martial prowess. In this enigmatic land, James encounters Bisera, a formidable and strikingly beautiful general of the Vakerian Empire, locked in a desperate struggle against the powerful Gillyrian Empire. Utilizing items granted by the supernatural entity, James saves Bisera’s life. Grateful and believing him to be a divine emissary sent by the Universal Spirit in response to her prayer, Bisera invites James to join her in defending the Vakerian Empire. As two souls isolated by their disparate worlds, a profound romance swiftly ignites between them. However, Bisera’s devout faith and the heavy burden of her responsibilities compel her to restrain their relationship, fearing that any overt passion might conflict with her duties and incur the wrath of the Universal Spirit, condemning their souls and the Vakerian Empire to ruin. James, enthralled by Bisera’s personality and talent, finds himself irresistibly drawn to her, yet frustrated by the invisible barriers she maintains. The vast differences in their worldviews and customs, coupled with James’s determination to return to his own world—an eventuality that might irrevocably separate them—act as chains on their blossoming love. With his modern knowledge and items, along with Bisera’s reliance on him, James quickly becomes an invaluable asset to the Vakerian Empire. However, this also makes him a target of Vakerian court politics and Gillyrian diplomacy. Their bond is further tested with the arrival of Saralta, a bold and free-spirited cavalry commander from the Vakerian steppes. In stark contrast to Bisera’s reserved and devout nature, Saralta pursues James with unbridled confidence and charm, challenging Bisera’s deeply held beliefs. Saralta’s liberal approach to love ignites a complex and often comical love triangle, forcing Bisera to confront her fear of losing James to Saralta’s advances and her greater dread of endangering their souls should they succumb to their feelings. As the Gillyrian onslaught intensifies, James, Bisera, and Saralta are swept into a maelstrom of love, duty, and faith. Bisera grapples with her unwavering sense of duty and steadfast faith, torn by the love that binds her to James. Saralta oscillates between the allure of freedom and the demands of propriety. Meanwhile, James must navigate his deep emotional devotion to Bisera and his fiery physical attraction to Saralta, all while striving to find a way between the two worlds before losing them both.

Henry sole our average before reincarnation Mc is tired of living life on repeat. It seams the heavens heard his prayers because he was given the chance to live again in the world of Marvels but with some overpowered cheats This is like all marvels fanfics but l will try to not make it overly cringe like some The good however is even if it's bad it won't be as bad Chinese fanfics Ps this is my first novel

The sacred chamber was dimly lit, the scent of incense curling in the air like whispers of forgotten prayers. His breath came uneven, his hands trembled at his sides as he stared at the man before him—the warrior who should not have been here. "You shiver so easily," the warrior murmured, his voice dark, teasing. Tempting. His fingers brushed over the fine silk of the priest’s robe, not quite touching—just a whisper of heat, but enough to unravel him. "D-Don’t," he breathed, stepping back, but the warrior followed. "Don’t what?" The smirk in his voice was maddening. Mocking. Dangerous. "You know what exactly you are doing. This is unacceptable..." The warrior closed the space between them and placed his finger on his lips, causing his body to tremble. His throat bobbed. The rules of the sect were clear. He was supposed to be untouchable—unblemished in body and soul, a perfect example of godliness and pureness. And yet… "I can hear your heartbeat." The warrior leaned in, the tip of his nose barely grazing his jaw. Too close. "So wild… tell me, is it fear or something else?" His lips parted, but the words died on his tongue when strong hands found his wrist, tugging him forward, pressing him flush against the heat of his body. A sharp gasp escaped him. "Let me go," he whispered pleadingly. "Then go," the warrior challenged, loosening his grip—but his body refused to move. A sinful chuckle brushed against his ear. "See? You don’t want to leave." "I do." The lie burned his tongue. "Then why are you not?" A strangled sound escaped him as warmth pooled in his core—something he never should have felt. Something he never knew he could feel. His knees buckled, but before he could fall, strong arms caught him. Held him. Claimed him. "Look at you," the warrior hummed, his voice thick with something dangerous. "I barely touched you, and you’re already breaking. Doesn't this mean something to you, my moonflower?" The warrior looked into the divine one's eyes and noticed the change of color in his eyes which made him smirk as if he had gotten his lucky shot. His gaze darkened in return, sharp with an incomprehensible hunger and before the priest could utter another world, his lips were claimed. A single tear slipped free, rolling down his cheek—a silent surrender. He just couldn't do it. He couldn't fight against this burning desire in him anymore. He was just going to let it be—whatever would happen should happen. The warrior hummed in satisfaction at the taste of the divine one, his grip tightening. A gasp was swallowed whole as the warrior’s mouth moved against his, devouring, demanding, tasting. Heat licked down his spine, a fire awakening within him, spreading through his veins like an unspoken prophecy. "So beautiful," the warrior murmured against his lips before diving back in, stealing another kiss—deeper, rougher, hungrier. He was an angel worth sinning for. The Priest's fingers clutched at the fabric between them, desperate, lost, drowning. The world outside ceased to exist. Only this moment remained. Only this touch, this heat—this forbidden, maddening desire. And as the flames outside flickered wildly in the night, so too did he burn. . . . . Y'all, this picture was gotten from Pinterest. I only changed the names and added little design. I do not originally own it. Thank you.

I am Lilith, the granddaughter of the Demon King. The moment my mother became pregnant with me, I was betrothed to the Devil as a show of gratitude for his mercy in sparing my people from execution alongside the other races. Immediately after my birth, it was the Devil who took care of me, overseeing my childhood all the way to adulthood, always watching over me. He granted me everything I wanted—so much so that all his secret treasures are now at my disposal. We were having a good time together until I laid my eyes on a particular slave named Lucas. I fell in love with Lucas in an inexplicable way, and the Devil would have killed him countless times if not for my constant interference. One day, I declared to the Devil my desire to marry Lucas. This proclamation infuriated him, and he intended to kill Lucas on the spot, but I threatened him with my own life, which compelled him to reluctantly agree to my wish, albeit in a rage. Surprisingly, he continued to try every means to please me and to make me forget about Lucas. He even went so far as to transfer all his powers to me, but I remained solely focused on Lucas. I followed all of Lucas's advice, which suggested that if I embarrassed the Devil enough, he would let me go. I began to act on that advice and even overdo it by publicly slapping him in front of his subjects, cursing him, and causing him to lose face. If not for the fear he instilled in their hearts, his subjects might have begun to criticize him. Throughout all this, he did not seem angry with me; instead, he sealed off all my senses and married me. When I regained my senses, I was furious to find that I had caused immense trouble in his territory. I rushed to Lucas to explain my predicament, and it was he who suggested that I end the Devil's life. I hesitated, but the idea didn’t seem so bad after all. I began planning, or rather, I didn’t really execute any plans and the Devil simply gave me his life willingly. I went to report to Lucas, only to find him overly excited. Lucas was, in fact, not a slave but the Prince of the Fox Race, he's among those that Devil spared. It turned out he had been trying every possible means to harm the Devil, and I had unwittingly become his perfect pawn. I couldn’t comprehend how it all happened, but I became the slave of Lucas and was treated terribly by him. He kept me alive solely because of my beautiful face, and I became nothing more than his prized possession. I regretted everything; I had betrayed the one who truly loved me. I no longer wished to live! Bound from head to toe in chains, I was dragged out of my cell. For the first time amid all this chaos, I saw the familiar sun—the sun that the Devil had worked so hard to create for me. I smiled bitterly, and my gaze fell upon a nearby hard rock. I moved closer and, before anyone could intervene, I struck my head against it forcefully. “I will soon join my real husband,” I thought to myself, but I couldn't shake off what Lucas had told me: “Someone who took care of you since you were a child, who loved you and always sought to please you; you ended his life mercilessly. You are a sin!” I agreed; I was indeed a sin. If there were a chance, I wished for the opportunity to fix my wrongdoing and to obey him. My prayers were answered, and I was reborn—but... why was I reborn to the day I slapped him publicly? Warning: this novel is filled with mature contents and frightening experiences ignore this novel if you don't have rock heart.

Takakura Toji spent his life preaching the gospel, defying the godless world around him. At 99, he died with a final prayer—to live out his childhood dreams of battling for God's name. When he awakens in a strange new world, one where faith has been long abandoned and darkness reigns, he realizes his true test has just begun. With no weapon but his unwavering belief, Toji must navigate a world of ruthless warlords, forsaken souls, and hidden divine secrets. Can he bring light to a realm that has rejected the heavens, or will he fall to the forces that seek to erase faith forever?

To draw power, Rawn messes with a Rhotheli. If only she hadn’t called the full description bluff: None who crosses a Rhotheli handles the penalty. Seek a Rhotheli, find three Rhothelis. Lyecan, Zeonath, and Uksean aren’t just characters thrown into a horror film. They are the embodiment of villainy. Torment and death are their figure—their metaphor for pleasure. One an Alpha. One a runaway Mercenary. One a… well, best say the Lord’s Prayer. Rawn gets entangled with one of them when she thinks sleeping with him would elevate her powers. But a Rhotheli has a mind like a steel trap. Now Rawn must devise ways of survival as she tries not to lose her life while being—at the Rhotheli brothers’ mercy—nothing but the object of their pleasure. N/B: This book is the shorter version of an upcoming full version. It’s like the movie of a drama series. Some details are twisted and different from the original (long) version, which will be out soon (I’ll let you all know then). Let me know your comments on plot holes and other factors, as these will be corrected during proofreading and edits. Also, there are trigger warnings. I just don’t know how to classify them since this is my first time writing one. So, beware. And drop in the comments whenever you find one so they can be added to the warning list. Happy reading!

**This book is in the viral competition. Support me by adding to library, gifting power stones, and golden tickets** . . Perhaps out of mercy, Ava Whitlock found herself reborn before all the tragedies - before her public image was ruined, before her career ended, before her real family disowned her existence and she was brutally murdered by the fake daughter her family had. . . All Ava Whitlock ever wanted in her whole existence was to have a family of her own, one which adored her and reciprocated her love. Her adoptive family were abusive, and when her real wealthy family descended from heaven, Ava thought the universe finally answered her prayer. Her prominent family were the owner of the Whitlock's conglomerate, the largest conglomerate in Lebron City. She had three powerful brothers: Jerome, the general manager of the conglomerate; Noah, the director of the conglomerate's firm; and Caspian, the best software engineer in all of Lebron City. Ava thought she had it all, but what she never expected was that her real family wanted nothing to do with her. They saw her as an eye-sore who was here to claim the position of their fake daughter, and they made no attempt to hide that they preferred the fake daughter to their flesh and blood. . On her death bed, Jerome, Ava's eldest brother asked, almost laughing, "Ava's at the point of death?" Her mother hissed before replying almost immediately, "Good. Let her rot." "Why are we being informed about this?" Noah, Ava's second brother asked. "Ava is no longer part of the Whitlock household after the little stunt she pulled. It's sickening that she still bears my household's name legally, but don't call me even if she's dead," her father said dryly. . . In this life, Ava had another mission. To stop her name from getting ruined publicly, and to earn her family's respect instead. She didn't care about her family's love anymore. But a lot of things changed in her new life that she didn't have answers to. How did she end up with three other guardian angels?! And why did they address her as their lovely little sister?! Also, how did she have a fiance in this new life who was dotting on her?

Humans are fickle creatures—pawns in a game far beyond their grasp. They kneel before the heavens, whispering prayers to gods who see them as nothing more than dust. Bei Zui once prayed too. Once begged. Once bled for their mercy. But mercy never came. Now, he no longer asks. He takes. With every life he sacrifices, the heavens tremble beneath his blade, their divine blood staining his hands. He walks a path carved from vengeance, cold and unyielding, until the last god falls and the skies drown in ruin.

Born of blood and yet so disgusted by the sight of it, that was Sephtis, the greatest necromancer the heavens would ever know and also it's greatest nightmare to come. Sephtis, a being who was most surely not human but neither was he a demon nor a beast, hating the sight of blood yet there exists no greater master in the art of slaughter than he. His ever growing army razing down cities, countries, continents, entire worlds and eventually perhaps everything else. He was the definition of a nightmare, his name alone scaring even shadows away and his presence leaving nothing but destruction everywhere it touches. And to the world's greatest surprise something incredible had happened, the unstoppable force had vanished from the surface of the world one day with no explanation nor answer as to his whereabouts. The world finally knew peace, the gods were praised for an entire month straight for answering their prayers, losing themselves in wine, music, food and carnal desire, this was heaven. But as always peace is never a long-lived thing, Darkness is never really truly gone, only just temporarily withheld and the greatest nightmare in history would be returning once more, this time so much greater than ever before and making sure that he completes his mission without fail.

There is a girl I love, beyond measure, her name whispered in my every prayer. I sacrificed everything for her, and now I depart, my final act dedicated to her. In a realm beyond this life, if our souls should meet once more I pray earnestly for one thing—may the Divine decree that we never again walk the same path. Then why? “Excuse me? If you're done, can I use the tap?” Why did our path across again? If our fate was predetermined, why had I been granted this second chance? Why!? Why was I transported back to the past!?

For a thousand years, the world believed the gods had built a perfect balance—until the Eclipse Event shattered everything. One night, the sky cracked open like broken glass, and from the abyss beyond, the Calamities descended—twisted beings of shadow, hunger, and madness. They were not demons, not monsters, but something far worse. They devoured the world, consuming entire cities in a matter of days. The strongest warriors—the Four Saviors—stood against the tide… and fell. Humanity’s last cities crumbled. The gods never answered their prayers. The survivors soon realized the terrifying truth: This was not an invasion. It was an erasure.

The world was once ruled by kingdoms, protected by the divine, and shaped by magic. Then the dead began to rise. At first, the living fought back. Cities built higher walls, warriors sharpened their blades, and the Magi—once the world’s most revered protectors—became its greatest curse. The undead are drawn to magic, hunting it like starving beasts, and in their desperation, the people turned against the Magi. They burned them, hunted them, erased them from history. It wasn’t enough. Now, the world is broken. Civilization crumbles beneath the weight of endless hunger, and the few survivors left fight for scraps in a land where gods no longer answer prayers and graves can never stay filled. Jonas Halewood once followed orders, but when he spared a Magi during the purge, he condemned himself to the same fate. On the run in a world unravelling at the seams, he will soon learn that the dead are changing—becoming something worse. And in the ruins of a forgotten kingdom, an ancient force stirs, waiting to be reborn. In a world where faith is dead and magic is a curse, survival is not about who is strongest—but who is willing to face the horrors that come next.