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Rylin thrives on the vibrant chaos of the rodeo circuit. Traveling alongside Wyatt's girlfriend, Cassidy, makes the experience even better, filling their journey with laughter and shared purpose. She sees Rob as another older brother, a steady presence amidst the whirlwind of competition. Rylin's skill shines in barrel racing, and she dedicates herself to caring for the horses they travel with, ensuring their well-being is always a top priority. Life on the road is a dynamic balance of competition and companionship for her. Meanwhile, Jase Hunter, son of Max Hunter, is wrestling with a different kind of chaos. His last relationship ended abruptly when his girlfriend was caught cheating on him, a painful discovery made while he was preoccupied with yet another of life's "ordeals." The betrayal cut deep, pushing him towards the numbing comfort of alcohol. Now, he's usually too drunk to care about girls or the whispers and judgments of the other cowboys. His focus has narrowed to the bottom of a bottle, a stark contrast to Rylin's vibrant engagement with the rodeo world. How do Rylin and Jase's paths eventually cross on the circuit, and what kind of initial interaction do they have given their very different current states of mind?

My name is Clarise, I was in high school when I had a special friend, her name was Karol… Missis Karol a young math teacher from my school, who almost every day was smoking a cigarette at the smoking area, sometimes with another teacher Missis Stephany. I know that smoking in bad for health, but, for a strange (or weird) reason, I liked to see her smoking. Sometimes I had seen her smoking in the school smoking area and I loved it. One day she caught me watching her smoking… and my story started here.

Don't let yourself get swept off your feet by this cowboy. The son of Billie Bob Taylor-Pereira, the most legendary cowboy of all time, and Benedito Goncalo Cruz Taylor-Pereira, the worlds richest man, Buck Danilo Taylor-Pereira is the reason heartbreak country music is written with his gorgeous dimples and panty dropping smile he will have you swooning within seconds. No one can escape his charm and his new young personal assistant is no different. What will Danilo do when everything in his head screams no but his heart roars yes. Will the cowboy follow in his fathers' footsteps or bring a new level of drama to a family known for chaos? Book Two of the 'His' series. Follow Book one, His Cowboy for the beginning of one of the most legendary relationships of all time!

“A legend that refuses to die.” In a world teeming with monsters and adventurers seeking glory through blood and steel, the name Canis Majoris was once whispered with awe and fear—a shadow-born warrior who felled enemies before they knew they were hunted. But now, he is nothing more than an administrative staff member in a quiet guild, spending his days with coffee, cigarettes, and silence. Yet the fragile peace he built is beginning to crumble. The terrorist group known as the Bloodminers—ghosts from his buried past—are on the move again. And when a cold, unyielding military officer named Shina Mariposa begins to uncover secrets long thought forgotten, Canis is forced to confront the legacy he tried to abandon. Alongside Aron Telsa, a young adventurer who looks up to him, and an old comrade who still believes in his humanity, Canis must choose: remain hidden in the shadows—or become the Death the world once feared. But this is more than a tale of fighting monsters. It is a story of identity, legacy, and the true cost of peace.

The year is 2042, and the surface is uninhabitable due to the radioactive fallout and debris that still litter modern day Tokyo due to the all out nuclear annihilation that has plagued the earth since 2039, Kato Soryu the main protagonist believes he is the only person left alive after years of searching for any form of human life he has lost all hope, he has survived by living in the metro system of Tokyo and struggles to survive having to make trips to the surface to get food, water, and other necessities, however his supply of oxygen is wavering and his will to live is reduced to nearly nothing due to the pure loneliness of his situation, until one day during a run to the surface for cigarettes to cope with his nicotine withdrawal, by chance he stumbles upon another living soul in a grave situation.

A woman running from the past and a high school boy slowly fall in love after she tries to study vintage classic movies for her job at an animation company.

In the stillness of the evening, a sudden, deafening thud shattered the tranquil silence. Zarah’s father, recognizing the uninvited intruders, attempted to flee, only to be seized and brutally beaten by two brawny men. Her mother and sisters watched in horror as their beloved patriarch choked on his own blood. From the shadows, a sinister figure emerged, brandishing a cigarette and cloaked in a woolen coat. "You've ignored my warnings, and now you expect me to show mercy?" He snarled, standing over Zarah's father as he pleaded for his life. "I gave you plenty of time to pay back what you owed. But you ran away with my money, your family, and my cocke." "Please, please, we can work this out!" Zarah's father begged, spitting blood from his battered mouth. The man shook his head, his cruel smirk widening. Too late, amigo," the man sneered. Without hesitation, two gunshots rang out. Zarah's eyes fluttered open, the world a watery blur. What she saw silenced her forever. Her father's head was bashed and bleeding, her mother's stomach torn open. A scream ripped from Zanah's throat, tugging at Zarah's heart. Tears streamed down her face as the horrific realization set in. They were gone.

Amanda, a Manhattan heiress, finds herself broke and abandoned in Texas after her cruel fiancé, Jake, leaves her stranded. Desperate for a fresh start, she encounters Damien Hughes, Jake's rugged cowboy uncle, who offers her a lifeline: work for him in exchange for covering her sister’s medical bills. As Amanda trades her pearls for cowboy boots, she discovers newfound strength and independence amidst the wild charm of ranch life. But when a confrontation with Jake’s mother leaves Amanda injured, her world is upended with the shocking news that she’s pregnant. Can Amanda and Damien forge a bond strong enough to overcome the challenges of the past, or will it all come crashing down?

Come to know the stories of various girls who ended trapped into the thick smoke of a strange and beautiful CEO of a huge tobacco company. Legend: “Cigarette” means a chapter that has the central line of the story with the principal character Ilya, it could be episodic or not. “Cigarette pack” is a one-shot story in the same universe of the main story, with no continuation, but, if you like the character, comment into the chapter to do a continuation. It is subject to continuation if the author like it, it can be episodic or not.

As the daughter of a mistress, Yuna did not live like a human even though she had the surname "Burgert". She was like a dog raised by her half-brothers who used her as a punching bag when they were in a bad mood. Beating and cursing were the most common means of bullying, and her half-brothers left many scars on her. On more than one occasion, Yuna had thought of death, but she never had the courage to kill herself until that day! Fire and gunshots broke out at the annual gathering of the Burgert family. Yuna, who had been beaten half to death, saw the man who held a gun like Satan. “Come on, I’m ready. Hurry up, sir,” Yuna said with a smile as she faced death. As the Mafia King, Andrew was undoubtedly the strongest! Advanced weapons, drugs, cigarettes, wine, and countless beautiful women were all toys in Andrew's hands. They were within his reach as the uncrowned king of the night. However, despite his arrogance he still had something that he could not obtain… When he learned that tonight was the annual family gathering of the Burgert family, Andrew ordered in a casual manner, "Tonight's hunt shall start from the Burgert family." "It's a warning to those stubborn old fogeys. It's the time for the young guns to rule. They should know their place now that they're old and irrelevant." Burgert was only a stumbling block in his path, but he had never imagined that he would actually see the girl whom he had been thinking about for five years lying in a pool of blood in the corner of the hall. "Glen, you have five minutes to get an ambulance here!" Andrew's panicked voice along with his sincere prayer in the emergency room made Glen realize that the arrogant King was just an ordinary person… When the indestructible King of Darkness had his weakness, who would be the winner of this war?

Synopsis **Lina Marchesi doesn’t remember the night her fiancé died. She only knows he drowned near their private beach house on the Amalfi Coast—and that she was found barefoot, bloodied, and unresponsive in a boat nearby. There were no signs of foul play, and Lina, an American expat novelist, hasn't been able to write since. A year later, under the weight of trauma, gaps in her memory, and public suspicion, she returns to the same village—not to heal, but to hide. But the quiet isn’t quiet for long. Whispers trail her in the market, her old neighbors keep their distance, and someone keeps leaving pages from her *unfinished manuscript* on her doorstep—pages she doesn't remember writing. Enter **Milo Caruso**, a former war photographer turned reclusive innkeeper with his own ghosts. He’s disfigured from an explosion, hiding out in the crumbling hills above the sea. Their paths cross when Lina takes up residence at his isolated property, and tension builds—first in silence, then in sharp, probing conversations over wine and cigarettes. Their connection is messy, magnetic, and deeply flawed. Milo is blunt and emotionally unavailable; Lina is unraveling but seductive, using charm as armor. They orbit each other—drawn, repelled, resisting. But both know what it’s like to live with something unspeakable. As Lina pieces together her fractured memory, it becomes clear that her fiancé’s death wasn’t as accidental as the police claimed. And someone in the village wants the truth buried. And as she and Milo fall into a love that’s as brutal as it is tender, Lina begins to ask herself the scariest question of all: **What if she killed him?**

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.

Tucked away at the edge of town, past the old railroad tracks and where the streetlights stop working, there’s a run-down gas station that’s open all day, every day. It looks like any other forgotten gas station in the middle of nowhere—with dusty shelves, strange snacks, broken lights, and a creepy smell that never goes away. But this place is anything but normal. Strange things happen here. There’s a gang of weird, possibly mutated raccoons living in the crawlspace—led by Rocco, a huge raccoon who likes to chew on car tires. There’s also a mysterious man known as the bathroom cowboy, who sometimes appears in the restroom, handing out balloon animals or singing songs that give people strange feelings of peace. The only full-time worker is the narrator, who spends most of their time behind the counter, dealing with broken equipment, strange smells, and even stranger customers. From a drunk who says he insulted the devil, to an old lady who insists her never-seen children were taken during a storm, to a farmer whose animals grew human faces—everyone around here has a bizarre story. Whether it’s the eerie silence of the woods downhill, the strange folks who wander in from the forest, or the way things just seem… off—this gas station is more than just a place to fuel up. It’s a mystery, a warning, and a strange little world of its own. If you ever stop by, be careful. The weirdness might follow you home

In a world where the line between reality and nightmare blurs, Kaito and Ren—childhood friends torn apart by a haunting tragedy—are forced back together on a perilous mission. Recruited to walk the cursed Hollow Path, a road whispered to consume memories and souls alike, they must confront horrors that feed on fear, guilt, and secrets long buried. Ren is distant and silent, a shadow wrapped in cigarette smoke, unwilling to revisit the past or rekindle the bond Kaito desperately clings to. But as the path twists and the team begins to vanish one by one, Kaito realizes that the road’s true terror lies not just in the supernatural, but in the fragile and fractured connection between them. In the midst of creeping dread and creeping death, can they survive the darkness — and each other? Or will the blood-stained road claim them both forever?

I’m Alysa. I was a delinquent in my youth, I started to smoke cigarettes at thirteen years old and loved it. I’d my daughter at the young age of sixteen, and I lost my husband in an accident way to school. My parents supported me when I was pregnant. I quit smoke when I found out that I would have a baby. With time, I had a job, my own house and my own stuffs to live my life. When my daughter was fourteen years old. I backed to the smoking habit. I started to smoke again outside my house to prevent getting filling it with my cigarette smoke. I kept my smoking habit in secret until my daughter was sixteen years old. One day I wanted to smoke comfortable in my house, reading or doing something, but I was doubting about my daughter, I didn’t want to bothered her with my cigarette smoke in the house, that day, she caught me smoking my cigarette outside of home. After it, I thought that she will scold me to smoking my cigarette, but she took it easy, and she invited me to smoke in the house with no problem. She was a warmly person, a good girl. Strangely, since that day, I was to starting to fall in love to her.

His Kind of Beautiful A romance between ruin and radiance. When Meilin Chen steps through the gates of Ellesmere University, all she wants is a fresh start. With a scholarship in her pocket and stars in her eyes, the Chinese scholarship student finds herself surrounded by wealth, legacy, and whispers of power. London is colder than she expected, and the campus—ancient and elite—is almost too grand to belong to her. Until she walks straight into someone who doesn’t belong either. Theodore “Theo” Ashford is inked, pierced, and wrong in all the right ways. He’s royalty—literally—with an empire in his last name and a cigarette always between his fingers. Arrogant, untouchable, and devastatingly beautiful, Theo is everything Meilin never imagined she'd fall for. But fall, she does. And Theo? He wasn’t supposed to notice the bubbly girl with big eyes and bigger dreams. But the more he pushes, the more she stays. And the more she stays, the more cracks begin to show in his perfectly reckless world. Because Meilin isn’t just beautiful. She’s his kind of beautiful. And for the boy who swore he couldn’t feel— She might be the one thing he can’t let go.

"Can we talk?" she said walking up to me in a dimly lit hallway filled with the scent of cigarettes and alcohol. Her tall slender figure that seductively turned away her boots echoing as I followed. I reached out grabbing her hand softly gripping the thin wrist. "I'm sorry, this marriage was a mistake." she said as she loosens her hand out of my grip as she showed a far-off expression. I became numb and cold, it all suddenly felt like I couldn't breathe like the air had been knocked out. "Is it because of my father?" I said standing Infront of her looking down at her. she looked away gripping her wrist tightly and softly spoke "family cannot be changed and love that isn't there can't be grown," without another word I turned away knowing with all my might what she meant. "I will have the divorce papers signed and ready in one week after my trip" for the first time I felt like my entire being shatter. my only little hope in this life vanish in a drop of ink.

"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….

In the rugged heart of Montana, where golden sunsets kiss open plains, Savannah Lane returns to her family ranch to escape the chaos of city life. What she doesn't expect is to collide—literally—with Jace Coulter, a brooding cowboy with a past as wild as the land he rides. Sparks fly the moment they meet, but beneath their fiery chemistry lies a storm of secrets, old scars, and unspoken desires. As passion ignites under the vast western sky, Savannah must decide: will she tame the wildfire in her heart, or let it consume her?

In a city where the day never fully wakes, where names carry the weight of untold stories, a strange bond unfolds between a woman carrying a child who isn't hers, and a man who refuses to confront the emotions he's buried deep within. Serena never sought answers. She only refused the silence left behind by her sister. Meanwhile, Arthur had long since learned to hide his life within the pockets of his coat, allowing no one to see him as he truly is, for he dared not be seen for who he was. A child calls out 'Papa' without understanding, a woman tries to nurture a shadow that is not hers, and a man is shaken by a word left unspoken, more so than any scandal. This is not a love story. It is a story about doors that open of their own accord, about faces that emerge suddenly in the dreams of others. It's about walking too close to fire without burning, and a simple question no one has the courage to ask: Could we have chosen a different path?

This story focuses on the philosophical journey of Karma, a young depressed boy who wants to end his life. But when he tries to end it something strange happens.This world is rules by emotion powers and this journey he hopes to feel all those emotions again as his powers are fueled by his emotions of depression and despair. ... He discovers a each new thing as story progresses and stakes are high. Each action could either make him demon or a better person than before , from a highschooler who smokes cigarette to finding a purpose of life.Or Ending the life?

I worked in a mansion far away from a little town. I stared to work as a maid when I was 23 years old. One day I was in my break time, habitually my break time became a smoke break because, I’d a hard job, because we only were three maids in the team and without leader, so when we were cleaning a side of the mansion, another side was getting filled with dust at the same time. For that reason, I started to smoke in my break time, because smoking always relaxing me from the hard work, and I always did it hidden from my boss, because he hated the odor of cigarettes. One day his wife caught me smoking in my break time, and problems started in my work… and no... eh... it was so unusual... unusual without reason... strange... so strange...

Jacob Turner finds himself at the heart of a battle that will determine the future of the world. Too bad that world isn't Earth. A stranger from another world, armed with nothing but a revolver and a heart burdened with love, Jacob is thrust into the realm of Mirntha. A cowboy with no place to call home, Jacob must now fight against the Cursed Lord, a malevolent being whose hatred threatens to destroy everything. Along the way, Jacob forges bonds with powerful allies, including the fierce and buxom Althea, the gentle Elara, and the vivacious Seraphina. With kingdoms on the brink of collapse and ancient prophecies unfolding, Jacob's journey will test the limits of his courage, loyalty, and the unexpected strength of his heart. As darkness looms, love may be the only force powerful enough to save Mirntha—or destroy it. ### Visit discord channel for illustrations of the characters: https://discord.gg/N4RNFqzmX9 This is a harem fantasy story that starts out slow. There is a focus on the romance and slice of life, but will contain many R18 scenes further down the line. Tags include: Action, Fantasy, Weak to Strong, Romance, Large Harem, MILFs, Queens and Princesses, Mother-daughter pairs, R18.

When the seventh toll of midnight shuddered through the air, Adam’s knuckles cracked with a sickening pop. He clenched a blood-soaked leather glove between his teeth, watching his irises bleed from amber to feral green in the grimy mirror. This marked his 109th full moon in this alien world—a world where the lycanthropic curse clung to his bones like a parasite, yet still, against all odds, had not devoured the last shreds of his humanity. Three years ago, Adam had been nothing more than a corporate drone in a cubicle, debugging code under fluorescent lights. Everything changed when a subway explosion hurled him through a vortex of flames. He still remembered the surreal moment his hand phased through molten steel, plunging him into a void streaked with violet auroras. When he awoke, he was curled in an iron cage etched with glowing runes, the verdict of his trial echoing in an unfamiliar tongue: “Otherworldly beast—banished to the Evernight Citadel.” The Citadel—a gargantuan fortress suspended above an ocean of clouds—was humanity’s final bulwark against the abyssal horrors below, and a prison for all non-human races. Adam learned to hide the silver wolven markings snaking up his neck beneath scarves, surviving as a black-market peddler in the slums, trading salvaged electronics from his old world. Every full moon, he retreated to a derelict altar in the catacombs’ third layer, chaining himself to a stone sarcophagus. Amid the searing pain of claws rending flesh, visions haunted him: a crown of burning cogs floating at the heart of the cosmos, like a deity’s discarded relic. “That’s the Soul Crown,” rasped One-Eyed Maggie, the fortune-teller, her cigarette smoke curling around Adam’s sketch of the vision. “Legends say it can tear reality itself… but the Grand Inquisitor shattered it into seven fragments three centuries ago. They’re hidden—” Her words died as steam-powered airships roared overhead, searchlights from the Citadel’s enforcers flooding the alley. The first corpse appeared the night Adam infiltrated the Central Library disguised as a janitor. The victim hung from the bronze statue of the God of Knowledge, a dagger of volcanic glass embedded where his heart should have been—a ritual execution reserved for lycanthrope traitors. By dawn, the Evernight Gazette blared headlines: “Wolfkin Terror Attack—Citywide Curfew Enacted.” The true nightmare began on the third full moon. Adam awoke in the catacombs to snapped chains glistening with another’s blood, his fist clutching a shred of fabric stamped with the Inquisition’s sigil. Worse, fractured memories surfaced: a masked man in a rain-lashed clocktower, pressing a shard of light into his chest. “Your veins hum with the Crown’s resonance,” hissed a nocturnal elf assassin materializing from shadows, her cloak embroidered with wisteria patterns that mirrored the auroras of Adam’s transit. “The Inquisition is dissecting every wolfkin alive—and you’re their prime specimen. Unless we claim the other fragments first.”

Elion Hayes never planned on being hunted. He was just a university student scraping by, no real direction, no grand purpose—until a night out turned into a waking nightmare. Because apparently, were-beasts or beast-men are real, they’re everywhere, and they don’t appreciate humans getting in their way. Now, Elion is on the run with a 'cowboy' from another world (yes, really), a best friend who’s way too excited about all of this, and a growing list of reasons to regret every life choice that led him here. At the center of it all? The Beast Rings—ancient artifacts infused with the power of monsters. Some grant strength beyond human limits. Others corrupt, turning their wielders into nightmares. And the Lord, the shadowy figure pulling the strings, plans to unleash thousands of them across the world. Elion isn’t a warrior. He doesn’t have some legendary bloodline or divine blessing. He’s just learned about Mana Gates and barely unlocked the first three of the 118 Mana Gates that allow someone to tap into their true power and to control the Beast Rings. Before he could gain any real progress, the Lord’s most elite enforcers—the Zodiacs—and all kinds of beast-men are already closing in. The mission? Retrieve the corrupted Beast Rings before they fall into the wrong hands. Defy the Lord’s plan before the world is overrun. Survive long enough to figure out why, out of everyone, he’s been thrown into the middle of this. He and Jordan may not have been prepared for any of this, but their new ally, Ronan, isn’t giving them a choice. If they don’t fight back? The world as they know it is done. What to Expect: [+] Weak-to-Strong Protagonist – Elion starts at zero, but survival means learning fast. [+] Shapeshifters & Monster Battles – Think were-beasts, but worse. [+] Clear Progression – Unlockable powers, evolving abilities, and high stakes. [+] A Race Against Time – The Beast Rings are spreading, and humanity is not ready. [+] Ancient Powers & Forbidden Arts – 118 Mana Gates to unlock, each one unlocking something deeper. [+] Humor Meets High-Octane Action – Snark, survival, and a world that doesn’t play fair. [+] Massive World-Building & Hidden Secrets – The Beast Rings didn’t start in this world… and neither did the war. The first mistake? Getting involved. The second? Thinking he has a choice.

Eisley Sawyer was promised to Magnus Sawyer by her mother at a tender age for marriage. However, Magnus turned out to be far from a loving husband. He is one to cheat and beat her up, whether she was at fault or not. Desperate to escape this nightmare, Eisley overheard the local wives discussing a notorious gangster and businessman coming to town. This man, Irwin Kent, happened to be her husband's boss—a man known for having any woman he desired, even those married to his employees. Eisley saw in Irwin a man more powerful than her husband, presenting her with a potential escape route. But how long could she rely on this path without falling for her saviour? EXTRACT: Magnus gazed at Irwin, then dropped to his knees. "Forgive me, but she's all I have. I can't lose her. I love her so much. Please, let her come back to me." Irwin leaned back, eyes fixed on the ceiling as the smoke from his cigarette clouded his view. "She wants a divorce." A heavy silence filled the room. Irwin sat up, scrutinizing Magnus, who remained on his knees, utterly bewildered. "My wife is still very young and naive." "Is she? She strikes me as quite bold and wise," Irwin countered, "She's my type," he added, biting his lower lip with a smirk that made Magnus furious. "Sir, Eisley is my whole life!"

Minding my own business, as always. What’s my business, you ask? Keeping this little human on track. He’s sassy, resentful, and—let’s be honest—sometimes so mean. But overall? He’s okay. I’ve dealt with worse. Right now, he’s smoking a cigarette and wasting his charm on a girl who isn’t even interested. Wait till she finds out he’s broke. He’s got $100 to last the rest of the month—which, in theory, might be fine… if it weren’t the start of the month.

Sixty-year old 'James Jamesson,' was offered a job. A simple, normal driving job for a wealthy girl. Unfortunately, James Jamesson forgot to account that the girl was one of the most wanted target in all of Japan. His job had another mission, to protect the girl at all costs, though, in the night, there was one more thing about the girl that needed his service; Killing people. (inspired by Candy & Cigarettes and Rodjiura Banchi) -I hate AI covers, but this will be it for now until I get to drawing the cover-