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In a world where the supernatural collides with the ordinary, dungeons—dangerous rifts to other realms—begin appearing across the city, threatening humanity. The Hunter Association, tasked with sealing these rifts, relies on Guides who are psychically linked to Hunters with extraordinary powers. A former soldier, becomes a newly awakened Guide at 27, struggling to adapt to his role. Paired with an S-ranked Hunter, a reckless veteran esper, he faces the daunting challenge of navigating deadly dungeons filled with nightmarish creatures. Their partnership is strained—A disciplined and methodical solider, and an esper who's impulsive and dismissive of rules. As dungeons appear more frequently, each mission tests their limits and teamwork. While the Guide adjusts to his new life and role, the esper wrestles with his haunted past and growing responsibilities. Together, they uncover a disturbing pattern behind the dungeon outbreaks, suggesting a larger, sinister plot at play. Amid the chaos, the guide grapples with losing his former life and his growing attachment to his esper, while the looming danger threatens to push them—and their fragile trust—apart. Every decision they make could determine the city's fate, or possibly the entire world. NOTE: This is a slow-burn light-romance BL. It means there are no mature or sexual themes, and it focuses on action, plot, character growth, and relationships between characters and their adversaries. Cover Art: V.R. Wilde (IG: its.forevermonday)

Elegant, poised, and quick-witted, Jian Yu is the dream of many. As the youngest Chief Editor of a leading fashion magazine, she has the world at her feet. But this picture-perfect life shatters when she is suddenly transmigrated into a sweet romance novel. Call it her luck, but she’s not the leading character who sweeps the world with her brilliance nor the rich heiress to a powerful clan. Nope. She’s stuck as the evil sister-in-law of the FL, known for her villainous schemes, jealousy toward the FL, and a life of doom. Determined to rewrite her fate, Jian Yu comes up with a simple plan: live the high life, keep her head down, and avoid all drama. Easy, right? That is, until her grandmother's last will ties her to Han Jue, the blue-blooded and imperturbable young master of the prestigious Han Clan, in the name of marriage. Cue, the start of her destined villain’s fate. Han Jue is everything you’d expect from the textbook definition of a frosty CEO—tall, dark, and brooding. Their engagement? A cold-hearted business deal, no love involved. Or so Jian Yu thought. What she doesn’t know is that Han Jue can hear her every thought. And suddenly, the fake marriage doesn’t seem so fake anymore. [Jian Yu thinking: What? I’m supposed to marry him? What kind of twisted game is this, Grandma?! You set me up with a literal refrigerator—am I supposed to sleep with an electric blanket to survive the night? Why didn’t you just send me to live with a snowman instead?!] Han Jue pursed his lips and looked at the obedient and docile Jian Yu in front of him. Did she really think he couldn’t hear what was going on in her head?

DISCLAIMER: THIS BOOK CONTAINS MATURE ********************************** “You summoned me. Explain why.” “I—uh—” she stammered, her brain fumbling for words as her hands clutched the edge of her blanket, gripping it like it was a shield. “I didn’t mean to? I mean, I did the ritual, but I thought it was fake! I wasn’t expecting… you.” His sharp brow arched, the faintest flicker of irritation crossing his face. “You tampered with powers beyond your understanding for amusement?” “Well, when you put it like that…” she muttered under her breath, the sarcasm slipping out before she could stop it. His eyes narrowed, and her skin prickled under the intensity of his gaze. “You mortals truly have no respect for divine law. Or common sense.” “I wasn’t trying to disrespect anything!” she shot back, the pitch of her voice rising with her nerves. “I was just… having a bad day. It was supposed to be harmless fun. How was I supposed to know it would actually work?” “You didn’t,” he replied coldly, the words slicing through her feeble excuses like a blade. “And yet here I am. Bound to your foolishness.” Aurelia opened her mouth to argue, but what could she even say? “Sorry for summoning you” didn’t exactly seem like an appropriate response. Instead, she snapped her jaw shut, her fingers twisting in the blanket as her mind scrambled for a solution she didn’t have. Hades began pacing the room like a caged predator, his dark cloak trailing behind him, “Do you have any idea what you’ve done? Summoning a god…. summoning me is a violation of cosmic balance.” “Okay, I get it,” she said, the words spilling out in a rush. “Huge mistake. I’m sorry. But I didn’t mean to meddle! I don’t even know how I did it!” He stopped mid-stride, turning his piercing gaze on her once more. “The ritual you performed is ancient. Forbidden. No mortal should even possess the knowledge.” “I found it in an old grimoire,” she blurted out, desperate to explain. “At some random antique shop. It wasn’t like I planned this! It was just sitting there in a dusty box labeled ‘Summoning the Underworld.’ I thought it was some kind of gimmick. A joke!” “A joke,” he repeated. “You tampered with powers older than your species… for a joke?” “Well, I wasn’t exactly expecting results,” she said defensively. “I lit some candles, said some words, spilled a little wine—and poof! Nothing happened. It was just—” “You spilled wine?” he interrupted, his eyes narrowing further. “Yes, wine! The instructions said blood, but I wasn’t about to start cutting myself for a prank. I figured it didn’t matter. How was I supposed to know it would actually work?” Hades let out a sound that could have been a laugh, though it was devoid of humor. “And yet, here I stand, summoned by a mortal who substituted sacrificial blood with wine.” ********************************** When Aurelia stumbles upon an ancient summoning ritual and performs it out of curiosity, she unknowingly binds herself to Hades, the brooding King of the Underworld. Marked by their connection, she’s thrust into a world of gods and immortals where she doesn’t belong and where her heart becomes her greatest weakness. As Aurelia navigates the pain of unrequited emotions and the perilous politics of the divine, she uncovers the truth behind the mark she bears a power that could tip the scales of fate itself. With gods, love, and destiny at war, Aurelia must decide whether to embrace the bond that has chained her to Hades or break free from a world that was never meant for her.

Winow Smith , a scholarship student burdened with student loans and the debt left behind by her runaway parents, was struggling to make her ends meet even after doing a part time and shared living with her friend. She was introduced by her friend to a dating like app where one could pay to get a girlfriend or boyfriend and could earn some pocket money if not so a living. Winow was sceptical about the app and it's reviews but having no ways out , she decides to give it a shot with not much hope. Soon clients or customers start to come in . Everything goes fairly well until Winow notices a very strange pattern – only seven people are her repeated customers/clients except them no one else visits her page . Things start to take a dark turn when she tries to distance herself from them . Can she really escape them ? ( This book is inspired from a book I read on quotev . It is " Girlfriend For Hire " by Starflame . It is a very interesting book . Do check out their book. ) ( The photo is from Pinterest, I just edited the title.)

The convolution of worlds are governed by a set of gods, each god is given a world to rule and there can be skirmishes between them – as a result of one between Nexus, the god of trickery and a senile old hag Elliot reincarnated into Ul’Tra-el by mistake. Ul’Tra-el is a world that grew a voice, because of this voice, it began to take a different path from other worlds -- it was filled with a core anomaly – rifts. Dimensions began to leak into each other, vomiting outrageous monsters. In response or as an auto-correction to such anomaly, talents were awakened in the inhabitants of Ul’Tra-el and they gained tremendous power, for every rift they close down, they were rewarded massively by the voice of the world called Ul. In a hardcore world like this one, our MC (Northern) reincarnated as a talentless individual but in the face of a death and a head splitting revelation... ...when all hopes seemed lost. {System Notice} Your Soul cannot take a form Searching for Unique pattern ability for your soul searching... search found. Unique System ability has been found... Unique System Ability [CopyCat] has been gained. Awakening Unique ability... Northern gained a talent copying system! ... Follow Northern through his journey as he becomes the pinnacle of this world. This a story about a white-haired boy’s rise from rubbles!! Note: This is an overpower genre but MC does not just start off like that. Even though MC can copy talents he doesn't just jump around copying talents because there's a limitation. However, his rise to strength is depicted and is an experience to enjoy. The first few hundreds would be frustrating to follow because MC is weak but that makes the experience all the more interesting when MC finally gets freaking strong and starts wiping the floor with everyones asses.

"the mansion is heavily guarded you won’t succeed ” Primo told me as we lay on the bed together. Little Jay is on the cot sleeping and dreaming of his own wonderland. I ignored what Primo just said and went to the drawer for my mask and a small relaxer container. Dropping the mask on the bed I opened the relaxer container which contains a white substance. “ Well Primo you may have taught me how to be heartless because you are my cousin but there’s something I know more better than you ” “ and that is? ” he ask very curious to know what is inside the container. “ how and ways to kill ” I replied and I covered the container sitting down on the bed again. “ Bolanle but you’ve never killed before ” he said with a sigh but I just smile as I wear my boots and grab my mask again. “ hey you should have seen Favour’s face when I stabbed her neck with that bottle I mean it was so lovely ” I said with a cute smile before turning to see his expression which I loved actually. “ are we keeping secrets now? ” he managed to say getting out of his shock. “ you never asked ” I replied fixing my mask perfectly and I hear him just chuckle behind me just proud of his little sister. “ if I may ask what is inside that container? ” finally he did “ well a special type of weapon I got from a friend ” I answered pulling my makeup box. I did the make up perfectly and I brush the wig and glue it to it’s place I turned and cousin can’t seem to recognize me. “ Bolanle I think you should be careful.. you know the.. ” “ I know Primo but not even my mother will recognize me tonight and nothing can stop me ” I opened the container again and rub the substance on my thumb really well. I must get my revenge tonight or never. “ but don’t you think you should take it easy you know the….” before he could complete his statement I’m already out like a flash. * 3hours later * The room is dark except for the light that flickers on and off, the body on the floor stirs as it struggle with the rope and here I come in my real appearance like the devil ? itself. A long flowing gown looks so elegant on me with my long fixed weave that reach my back. He struggles a little more and I remove the gag “ who are you? And why are you doing this to me? ” he cried and that makes me laugh I cut the rope and he just lay like that unable to move again. “ don’t worry you are paralyzed from the waist down you won’t be able to move for some moments ” I said lighting a cigarette. “ Bolanle? ” he said with fear in his voice finally recognizing the devil in front of him smiling and using a knife to draw out some pattern on his face without cutting him. “ don’t worry Kanmi I just wanna play you know the kind of game you’ve been playing ever since we got married ” I said stopping the knife on his neck and cutting him slightly. I lick the blood and from the corner of my eye I can see the horror on his face. “ come to think of it Kanmi today is our tenth wedding anniversary won’t we celebrate? ” I said cutting deeper. To be continued….

Aakesh was living a happy, contented life until tragedy struck his family, plunging him into deep and dark despair. That's when Myth Online, the world's first VRMMOPG, emerged without fanfare, promising players an unprecedented level of immersion and adventure. Follow Aakesh on a breath-taking adventure through the world of Myth Online, as he battles monsters, meets allies, and uncovers the dark secret that caused the tragedy. With each step, Aakesh must confront the harsh realities of life and death, love and loss, and the power of perseverance. *** Reward System: 50 GTs- +1 Chapter, 100 GTs- +2 Chapter, 200 GTs- +3 Chapter, 500 GTs- +4 Chapter, 1000 GTs- +5 Chapter. 1 Magic Castle: One Bonus Chapter on the next day, 1 Spacecraft: Two Bonus Chapters on the Next day, 1 Golden Gachapon: Theee Bonus Chapters on the Next day. The rewards would follow the pattern as said, not one additional chapter after every goal. *** The cover is taken from Pinterest. If the owner sees it, they can contact me.

Lan Sol was a beta tester for an open-world survival strategy game called *Global Ice Age Survival*. The game had only released its beta version over the years, with no sign of a public release anytime soon. The premise of the game was simple: Upgrade the campfire—the most crucial source of warmth and the heart of the territory—build various structures, recruit workers, and survive in the frozen world. Sounds boring? Not quite. The game featured monsters, magic, dungeons, and numerous kingdoms scattered across multiple continents. Players could ally with kingdoms, conquer them, or even dominate the entire world. The ultimate goal? Transform a medieval-themed kingdom into a modern, automated one. The game was difficult but oddly satisfying. Lan Sol had finally achieved a 100% completion rate. He eagerly awaited the official release, excited to conquer the game once more. But when he woke up the next day, he found himself in a snowy wasteland. A cold wind howled as the world around him lay blanketed in white. It was so cold that it felt as though the sun no longer existed. It didn’t take long for him to realize he had been transported into the very game he had played for over a year. And he wasn’t alone—every individual on Earth had been transported to this icy world. Waking up next to a campfire, Lan Sol began his journey by upgrading it, knowing it was the first step to survival. Before long, he discovered he had received an exclusive reward: an SSS+ ranked talent.

Ji Li was a common fantasy and cultivation enthusiast like in any other part of the world. He, like many others, even though already 29, still liked to pretend to be in the ancient times. Using blankets as robes and towels as crown, he liked to wander around his home, pretending to be a royal. Then, switching his clothes, he acted like a general, a scholar and sometimes even an eunuch. He has always been a bit curious about them. He himself never thought he'd lose out being one, as dreams were far from reality. Even as a tall man with an average face and slighty trained body, since he has to regularly run to work, still he never found the 'love' everyone talked about since elementary school. Surely that's too early anyways but he truly felt like that. He, who had a fascination with that, had suddenly died doing his favourite thing. Yes, he pretended to be an Eunuch this time. And then, when he came to the bathroom and was about to take everything off, he suddenly fell, because he didn't put back the towels he used to shower just a few hours before. Agh! Isn't that what his mom always told him? "Clean up or you will someday hurt yourself!" Well, he died. Lucky for him, his soul dying while doing his favourite thing pushed him away from the river of oblivion, rushing towards reincarnation without drinking the soup of forgetfulness. ... - Chapter length varies early on but stabilises at 1,600 words. Daily chapters troughout the week, additional chapters for special occasions. The novel is separated in several arcs, marked as volumes, I hope it helps with coordination. - Read "Notes before reading", it explains what to expect reading this novel, highly recommended. - Join my discord server for some artwork and notes, as well as for questions regarding the novel: https://discord.gg/yGSvSG9

The light of the fireplace cast long shadows on the wall, the fire reflected in the eyes of the woman sitting on the couch with a blanket over her shoulders. She had a bittersweet smile on her face as her mind traveled to the past days, nights long passed, nights she shared with her family when she was a kid. Memories she hoped to bring alive if possible. First story: a story adaptation of a popular folklore in Nigeria; The Princess and the half man; She had sworn on her mother's grave never to be blinded by emotions. But It'd seem she took after her mom in that aspect after all. Throwing all caution to the wind just for a man. She had thought she was different from the rest, leave it to reality to smack her back to her senses. Her feelings for her dad was complicated, she could say she hated him, but that was not quite true, no matter what, he was still her father. The one who pampers and gives in to her every whim. She knew it was partly guilt and the fact she was his only daughter out of a battalion of boys that contributed to his attitude towards her. But so what, she didn't care much for affection, all she had cared for was getting what she wanted, and that had been true about her, until now. Authors note: As a kid my dad will always sit us down at night, outside, in the darkness and tell us the most delightful stories of kingdoms long passed, Princesses and princes, magical creatures, much to the delight of us kids. But there's not much of that nowadays. So I want to share these delightful stories with everyone and I hope by doing this, these stories will not get lost in the sands of time. Thank you, have a nice read.

Update: Mon, Wed, and Fri [Very Mature and Explicit Content] Amongst the battlefield of death and destruction, a lone warrior, her body ravaged by bone charring burns. Spirits of the recently dead drifted aimlessly, and hungry Burburus devoured both souls and body, sparing only the living and strong-willed. Yet, she found herself fixated on the Demon Lord, Ose, and the fact she is convinced he is in love with her. ... A vile smell rose from the brimstone red of blood and entrails that spilled from allies, foes, and those that were supposed to be protected. Hundreds of bodies blanketed the landscape of debris that was once a great city, wails and cries of the dying were heard over the strong winds, their hands wet as they tried to hold their own life in their wounds. If only she had more training to assist with their injuries, in the knighthood she was groomed for solely combat. The spirits of the recently dead roamed aimlessly, not yet aware they were dead and that they would meet true nonexistence if they were not to seek shelter from the real horror to come. A sense in Yin energy was coming from the vast distance, but she was distracted by the smell and sight of a battle that was truly ungodly; fitting for battles between there armies led by Demons. Above, she could see the sunlight having its own battle with thick clouds that were a profane-black with only a little light caressing her skin, deep as rich earth. The lack of sunlight only made her colder, and fortunately for her more impassive to her surroundings, or that could also be because of the fact that a large part of her body weren't charred until her bones were blackened. Her skin was covered in the soot of the nerves and flesh of her right arm, shoulder, and parts of her torso that were completely disintegrated. "Dammit, Ose," she thought bitterly, her frustration boiling within with each sharp breathe in her chest. "If it wasn't for your ridiculous obsession with me, I wouldn't be here--suffering in hell and then some." Ever since he first laid his eyes on her, she was convinced the Demon Lord had secretly fallen in love with her. The threaded sigil of his eyes that seemed to hold the magic of the aurora lights remained visible on the back of her uniform, though her body was barely there. In the name of her tormentor, the 'Great' Demon Lord Ose, she walked towards the edge of the battlefield.

In Shield of Vengeance, Arie, a young boy marked by strange patterns in his eyes, is thrust into a life of relentless training, his parents believing him destined for greatness as a warrior. Desiring only friendship, Arie's world is shattered when his village is razed by a dragon and treacherous foes. Amidst the chaos, Sara, a girl who had shown him kindness, dies protecting him. Determined to avenge his village, Arie embarks on a journey of self-discovery, mastering powerful magic, discovering ancient secrets, and wielding a legendary katana. But as Arie grows stronger, he learns that the true battle may lie not just in revenge, but in protecting those he loves from the shadows of his past. In this world where magic and might determine one's fate, Arie, a young adventurer, fights not just for survival but for a place in a realm that values power above all. From completing seemingly impossible quests to discovering hidden truths about his mysterious past, Arie's journey takes an unexpected turn when he encounters Princess Lea, a royal with secrets of her own. As Arie enrolls in the prestigious magic academy, he quickly finds himself entangled in a web of rivalry, admiration, and danger. His unique ability to wield a rare, mysterious form of Creation magic sets him apart, drawing the attention of allies and enemies alike. Yet, beneath the academy’s grandeur lies a looming threat—an ancient power that could disrupt the kingdom’s fragile peace. Can Arie rise above the challenges, master his newfound powers, and navigate his complex relationship with Princess Lea? Or will the weight of destiny crush him before he unravels the true extent of his potential?

Anomalies have always existed in the world, without any specific pattern. Sometimes they were places, other times objects, and occasionally, beings. Almost all anomalies possess something called “anomalous power” an innate ability that grants them capabilities that defy all the laws of nature. And I... ended up becoming one of these anomalies. New chapters are released 3 times a week, Monday, Wednesday and Friday. *** Visit my Patreon to get up to 20 chapters ahead - (20 chapters / two months ahead): Patr-eon: https://www.patreon.com/c/rowen_kun/membership

Born with an unusual birthmark, the shape of a skeleton’s head with rose patterns round about it on her neck, many believed she would only bring bad luck to those around her. This belief was solidified when two of her suitors died unexpectedly right after a visit to her home. Such a thing should come as a bother to any woman but the same could not be said about Nyx. She didn't care if the beliefs about her were true or false. She never liked any of her suitors. Her heart had always been longing for a certain man whom she was very familiar with in her childhood but ceased to appear before her the moment she entered adolescence. Since she knew him one thing was very certain about him, he was not human since he never aged. Not even once. Believing he would one day come again, Nyx was prepared to wait until the day they would meet again. But not everything goes as planned. Having a sickly mother whose only wish was to see her daughter get married and an influential suitor who didn't mind the deaths around her, Nyx soon found herself married off and her mother passed away leaving a father who dreaded her existence and a husband she never loved. **** From a distance he watched her grow, keeping his distance from her, staying within the shadows. As she aged slowly into adulthood, the mark on her neck became more prominent and so was her scent. He wanted her to grow, but when she finally came of age, he thought she would be better without him. But as time wore on and other men began to show interest in her, he could not hold back nor could he let them have her. He discarded those who had an interest in her but one of them slipped through his fingers while he was away and took her. He waited to see if she was happy with her life, with that man, if she was, then he would let her be. She would be able to live a happy life this time unlike the previous one, but everything changed when the forces from the underworld learned of her existence and her connection with him. Her husband was killed which he permitted and her life was in constant danger. Keeping the distance was no longer an option and he once again appeared before her.

Aldric Valenford, a brilliant but reckless magical scientist, opens a portal to another world expecting arcane knowledge or lost secrets. Instead, he finds himself staring into a modern scientific lab. Dr. Naomi Takahashi, a dedicated geneticist and single mother, assumes Aldric is part of a bizarre experiment gone wrong—until he demonstrates undeniable magical abilities. The two form an unlikely alliance, attempting to study and control the door that connects their worlds. As they experiment with the mechanics of the portal, they discover a startling pattern: the placement of the magical rune in Aldric’s world determines where the door appears in Naomi’s. This realization raises troubling possibilities. If more doors can be created, who else might try to use them—and for what purpose? Their research attracts attention from both sides. Naomi's world sees the door as a potential breakthrough—or a threat. Aldric's cousin, an influential noble with political ambitions, sees it as the perfect tool to manipulate the kingdom’s power struggles. As tensions rise, Aldric and Naomi must decide whether to continue their research or destroy the door before it falls into the wrong hands.

My name is Rae Kemp, and I am not ordinary—at least, I’ve come to realize that much. December 31st marks the day of my death. Every year, without fail, I die on this day, only to wake again on January 1st, 2025. It’s a cruel loop, a relentless cycle where I live and die, over and over. For countless years, I’ve endured this endless pattern, searching for something—or someone. And now, I know. It’s him. I was meant to find him, to fall for him, and to give my heart away completely. But loving him means surrendering to this fate, letting myself die again and again, all for the brief, fleeting moments I can call him mine.

"You are mine, Estrellita. You have always been mine," he whispered to the night. "And I tend to take care of what belongs to me. Especially when it comes to you." In the next instant, his lips met mine, drawing away the chill and replacing it with his warmth. The sensation of his skin against mine was like a fire, and my pussy throbbed, ignited with desire. I was stirred by the Devil's touch. I was twistedly aroused by the Devil. *** Silent Rivers. Silent Tears. Roaring Courage. In the tranquil town of LarksVille, a web of deceit, cruelty, and hidden wounds lies hidden. Anastasia, a brilliant and determined college student, becomes an unlikely saviour as she exposes tormentors who have terrorized Preston University for too long. Beneath the idyllic surface of this small, close-knit community, Anastasia peels back layers of secrets, betrayal, and long-held grudges, uncovering a haunting history of bullying that has shattered lives and left scars both seen and unseen. But when suddenly the hunter becomes the prey, who's going to save the hunter? They have only one clue. A common pattern. A cryptic message, "Devil." With every revelation, Anastasia inches closer to the truth, but she also draws nearer to the shadows that threaten to consume her. Yet, as Ana navigates through the complexities of justice, she finds herself entangled in a chilling game. A stalker, equally compelling and dangerously enigmatic, emerges from the shadows. Despite the alluring warmth of Lorenzo, Ana remains haunted by the chilling presence of the Devil, her relentless and fearsome stalker. Who is the "Devil"? A psycho killer with a mind of intelligence or a victim seeking revenge? If so, then who's next? As Anastasia finally confronts the darkness lurking in her community, another web of truth thrives. "The ending is only the beginning."

An unnatural eclipse blankets the world in darkness, marking the arrival of an ancient horror long thought to be a myth. For Shin and his classmates, what begins as an ordinary school day descends into chaos as the terrifying entity emerges, unleashing destruction and despair. As fear takes hold and survival grows more desperate, Shin must confront not only the monstrous threat but also the treachery of those meant to protect them. In the midst of the chaos, he discovers a connection to Emilia, a girl whose mystery past may hold the key to unraveling the mystery of the secret about himself. In a world where courage is scarce and betrayal lurks in every shadow, Shin must decide how far he’s willing to go to protect the ones he cares about.

"Aaa!" Cassandra was shocked and screamed as she woke beside a strange man. To make matters worse, the man was shirtless, and she was only wearing underwear. 'What's going on, why is he sleeping with me?' "Morning, sweetheart!" The man beside Cassandra greeted her. Cassandra gasped, shook her head, and pushed the man to the ground. "Hey, what are you doing in my bed? Are you trying to harass me? Get out of here!" Cassandra pointed her index finger at the door. 'I married him? Who is that man? How can I be married to him?' Cassandra thought to herself as she lifted the blanket slowly and saw a red stain on the sheet. "How can we get married? I don't know you at all, and this seems to be our first meeting," asked Cassandra, who still couldn't hide her surprise. Charles looked deeply into Cassandra's green eyes. "Have you forgotten what happened last night? You even went so far as to ask me not to leave." ….……….. Cassandra immediately ran into the house, not caring that she now came with Charles. She also continued to shout Vivian's name because she was worried that something had happened to her half-sister. Cassandra's father slaps her immediately. "Dad, why did you slap me? What did I do?" asked Cassandra while holding her cheeks, which were now burning. Geoffry, Cassandra's father, only glanced sarcastically at his biological daughter. "You still ask what you did? Did I raise and finance you to be a slut?" --------- Cassandra Miller never knew she was being set up by her half-sister Vivian Hartley at a nightclub. Vivian mixed stimulants in Cassandra's drink to get her drunk and ended up in bed with a random guy. Vivian's trap worked, and Cassandra married a stranger in Las Vegas the day they met. This makes her father furious and kicks Cassandra out of the house. But what happens is that Charles Parker, the man who married Cassandra in Las Vegas, takes her to live with him. In exchange, Cassandra had to leave their marriage for two years. Will Cassandra be able to live a two-year life as Mrs Parker and resolve the misunderstandings with her father and Cassandra's fiancé at the time? Is there a conspiracy behind all this? Or is there more to their marriage?

My grandfather was a tattoo artist, but he tattooed evil things. Tattooing, an ancient technique, flows quietly through the ages. In ancient times it was called Ink, in the ancient literary language called NI, is with the ink of the needle into the bottom layer of the skin, so as to outline the pattern and words on the skin. In China, the tradition of tattooing flowers on the body for good luck and worship has been going on for 2,000 years. There is a kind of tattoos, with the mysterious Yin - related magic, is said to have the evil, transit, wealth, peach blossom, security and many other magical effects, the world is called the Tattoos of Gods and Ghosts. around the mysterious yin and yang tattoos, a period of thrilling, full of colorful stories began, which hidden secrets and taboos, will actually be hidden! Secrets and taboos, where will the protagonists lead ......

Ning finds himself reborn in the captivating world of cultivation. However, as he embarks on this new life, he gradually becomes aware of something amiss. It dawns on him that this realm revolves around a select few individuals, the so-called "protagonists," who endure underestimation and humiliation, only to rise and retaliate following the predictable patterns of clichéd cultivation novels. Suddenly, Ning has a breakthrough revelation: he is an "extra." Freed from the constraints of these clichéd rules that govern the world, he resolves to chart his own path towards immortality, steering clear of predictable tropes and stereotypes. Join Ning on an extraordinary journey as he harnesses his sharp intellect and vast knowledge to ascend to the pinnacle of the cultivation world. Discover how he defies conventions, outsmarts adversaries, and unravels the mysteries of this realm, all while shattering the boundaries of what it means to be a protagonist in a world bursting with limitless possibilities.

Vesper was meant to be a messiah. Born with darkness behind her left eye and the ability to touch vast alien consciousnesses, she was raised by the Church of the Eternal Eye to be their bridge to powers beyond comprehension. But when she discovered their true intentions – to use her as a living gate for entities that would destroy our world – she escaped, leaving devastation in her wake. Now, the Church desperately seeks a replacement, seeding innocent people with fragments of eldritch power that drives most to madness and death. Working with a resistance group led by the enigmatic Marcus, Vesper races to stop the very atrocities she was trained to enable. But as the body count rises and new patterns emerge in the Church's activities, she faces an impossible choice: confront the destiny she fled, or watch as the Church tears apart the city trying to create a new messiah. Complicating matters is a dangerous attraction to someone she should consider an enemy, forcing Vesper to question everything she thinks she knows about allegiance, redemption, and the true nature of the forces she can touch but never fully understand. As the barriers between dimensions grow thinner and an ancient convergence approaches, Vesper must decide if saving humanity means sacrificing her own. I will be publishing this novel on RoyalRoad.

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"When a human tries to become a god, their can only be one outcome." ---------------------------------- As I opened my eyes, I was greeted with a disorienting sight. I found myself lying on a cold, metal bed, my limbs tightly bound to it. The feeling of numbness that had overtaken my arms and legs was overwhelming, and I struggled to regain any semblance of control over my body. As I looked up, I noticed multiple blindingly bright light bulbs arranged in a grid pattern on the ceiling, casting an eerie glow throughout the room. It was a sight that had become all too familiar to me over time, and yet it never failed to fill me with a sense of dread. I couldn't remember how long I had been trapped in this sterile, white room, but it felt like an eternity. My memories were hazy, my mind clouded by the constant barrage of experiments and tests that I was subjected to on a daily basis. I had lost track of time, lost track of the days and weeks that passed me by. All I knew was that I was a prisoner, a mere puppet in the hands of my captors. The experiments were brutal, each one more invasive than the last. They probed and prodded at my body, searching for answers that I didn't have. I was a lab rat, a subject for their twisted experiments, and there was nothing I could do to stop them. The pain was excruciating, but I had learned to bear it with a stoic resolve. I had no choice but to endure it, to survive in this hellish existence for another day. I had no idea what lay beyond the sterile walls of my prison anymore. The outside world felt like a distant memory, a dream that I couldn't quite grasp. I was cut off from the rest of humanity, isolated in my own personal hell. The only contact I had with the outside world was the occasional visit from my captors, who would come in to administer more tests and take samples from my body. They treated me like an object, not a person, and it was a dehumanizing experience that had left me feeling like a shell of my former self. I had no free will, no autonomy. I was a puppet, a tool to be used and discarded at will. At least, that's what they wanted me to believe. But deep down, I knew that there was still a spark of humanity within me, a will to survive and fight back against my captors. It was a small glimmer of hope, but it was enough to keep me going, to give me the strength to endure another day of torture and pain. ---------------------------- Get ready for a hell of a Roller costar plot. Remember to thank me later...…

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