Sleepless Jasmine

Protagonist: Huang Zhong: Male, 17 years old at the beginning of the story, in the critical period of youth rebellion. He is thin, with slightly messy short hair, and his eyes are often stubborn and confused. Because he grew up in a repressive family environment for a long time, he is sensitive and has a strong self-esteem. He usually wears simple T-shirts and jeans, and there are occasionally some stains on his clothes, which is a small portrayal of his unruly life. He lives with his parents in a residential building in an old community. The small and dim room carries his countless sleepless nights. The walls of the room are covered with posters of his favorite rock bands, which is his yearning for freedom. Key characters: Father: Male, in his forties, an ordinary factory worker, busy all day for the family's livelihood. Long-term fatigue makes him slightly hunched, and his face is full of traces of time. He is not good at speaking and has serious communication barriers with Huang Zhong. When Huang Zhong rebels and makes mistakes, he always treats him in a simple and rough way, which also deepens the gap between father and son. Mother: Female, also in her forties, is an ordinary housewife with a gentle but somewhat cowardly personality. Faced with the conflict between her husband and son, she often feels powerless and can only cry secretly. She always manages the big and small affairs of the family, trying to maintain this shaky home with silent efforts. Best friend: Male, about the same age as Huang Zhong, a boy with a generous personality and a strong sense of friendship. He is tall and strong, with two deep dimples when he smiles, giving people a sunny and cheerful feeling. He and Huang Zhong met on the street and experienced many rebellious days together. When Huang Zhong was in danger, he always stood up without hesitation. The injury that time to protect Huang Zhong became an important opportunity for Huang Zhong's life transformation.

Killed On The Roof Top On Her Wedding Day By Her Just-Wedded-husband,Jasmine Trevor begged for a second chance at life. As If The Universe Heard Her Plea,Jasmine Trevor Was Reborn To Two Days Before Her Wedding With Jack Raven. This Life,She Vowed To Change Her Fate While Face Slapping Jack And Get A Sweet Revenge. What Would Be The Perfect Face-Slapping Than Getting Married To His Rival?? Jasmine Went Ahead With The Wedding,on the aisle,she took everyone by surprise by introducing a new groom while she had security men throw Jack Out Of The Hall. A Villian Was Made. Getting Married To The Infamous Billionaire Monster Who Was Tagged As The Killer Of His Parents,Jasmine Was In For A Ride She Never Bargained For. Jasmine’s Taste For Revenge Made Her Get Entangled With The Sadistic Billionaire Who Has A Very Dark Past,One That Might Cloud Her….Thrust Into His Endless Abyss Through A Contract Marriage, Jasmine Was Stuck With Kingsley Elm—-Who Saw Her As His Possession. An Asset And His Obsession. “Be Tame,Little Vengeful Wife. You’re Mine Now.”

Jasmine is the first daughter of the great Alpha Bale. Because of her status as a bastard child, she lives a life maltreated scrubbing floors and attending to the needs of her father, step mother, step siblings and the entire pack. But her life makes a drastic turn when she is switched in place for her father’s legitimate daughter to be married off to the Handsome and Cold hearted Alpha Xaden. Xaden is determined to punish Jasmine for the sins of her father who had massacred his entire family, even though she is nothing like her father. Hate slowly turns to desire, fierce passion and finally love. But what happens when Xaden discovers that Jasmine, was planted as a spy to bring his downfall and was not in fact the original princess he was promised to? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Let this be a lesson to everyone. Royal or not, Alpha or Omega," He declares. "You will steer clear of what is mine. In my own territory. In my pack." With that, he tosses the bloodied arm aside and takes Jasmine away from their shocked gaze.

" You are just my wife in names. But you will never be a wife in my eyes. " I am a young girl as you can see. I have everything a woman would wish to have in her life. I wear expensive clothes everyday and change shoes and bags whenever I want. I have over five cars and drivers and I do shopping whenever I want. Most importantly, I have a very young handsome and rich husband that everyone would wish to have. In fact, my life is perfect. And everyone expects me to be happy. Little do they know that all these things I have are the source of my pain because I lack love. My husband hates me so much and because of this I regret having married him. I cry every night and most of them are sleepless. " You are just my wife in names. But you will never be a wife in my eyes. You can have the Walter's title , and the wealth, But you will never have my heart." Yes he tells me that everyday. It my breaks my heart into pieces because I really love him. But who knows ? I know that one day he will love me back. I don't when , But I believe he will fall me to a point he will even wish to sacrifice his life for me. For now, I AM JUST MRS WALTER , but I know that day will come.

Helen settled in the living room, the silence heavy like an unwelcome weight. The only sound in the room, the soft ticking of the wall clock, reminded her that time was going—time she no longer wanted to count. Her mind a mist of thoughts, she subconsciously followed the edge of her coffee mug, her fingers fluttered slightly. None of the questions gnawed at her throughout the long, sleepless night could be answered. \n \n She had only arrived from the hospital early that morning. The doctor's words pulsed in her mind like an unusual symphony: *You're pregnant, Helen. Your baby is now. The child was not anybody's kid. This offspring was Jack's. She ought to have felt something, should have been elated, but she did not. No happiness came from the news. Not today at all. Not after everything that had turned out. For months now, Jack had withdrawn. At first there were minor indicators—forgotten anniversaries, the sudden late work hours, the missed phone calls. But everything changed when she discovered the lipstick on his shirt collar, the one that was not hers, the one she was sure didn belonged to anyone he worked with. He didn't even attempt to hide it. Though he was not one to be totally truthful either, Jack was not one to fib. \n \n The door banging wide open disrupted her thinking. \n \n Jack's fists clenched at his sides in the doorway, his face red with fury. Once warm and love for her, his eyes were now cold and free of any compassion. "Helen," he howled, his voice cutting, "I want a divorce." The words stung her as a slap to the face. The way she felt she knew everything came undone was as if the planet moved below her. Her stomach turned and her heart pained. Things were not meant to be like this. Her trust, her love, her dedication she had provided him. And still, here he was saying she is over. Jack waited not for an answer. His eyes on hers, he tore into the room. He appeared more furious than she had ever seen him. "I'm seeing Jane," he snapped out, as though he had just revealed a new line of sneakers. Your worst enemy. the one who really knows how to make me happy. Helen is better than you. She is more sensitive, finer, and more affectionate. She truly pays attention when I speak; not like you." \n \n Helen's throat clenched as she fought to consume the lump of bitterness rising inside her. Jane? The idea of it made her stomach turn with a combination of shock and treachery; this very same Jane with whom she had been loved for years? How might Jack accomplish this? How could he betray her with the one person she trusted most? Jane wasnuggested completed. "You at most can't give me a child," he went on venomously. "I maybe do not even know why I am still here. For years you have been infertile. I must not continue living like this. I need someone who can provide me the future—someone who can fulfill me. Helen blinked, his words piercing her heart like stings. She opened her mouth to talk, to justify herself, to describe how she had exhausted every means to conceive, but the words caught in her throat. It was pointless. Jack had his mind fixed. Already left, he would not change no matter what she said. \n \n Her lips released a cold, derisive laugh, a hushed sound that sounded like it echoed all over the otherwise quiet room. "You believe it is that simple?" she said, her voice full of feeling trembling. "You believe you can simply discard everything we have developed because you found someone else? Simply younger, simply prettier, simply someone who can give you children?" Jack's eyes stiffened, his jaw set, and he walked a step toward her. Absolutely. Whenever first person pronouns are used in sentences, I respond. I have had it with you, Helen. There is no need for me to justify myself. Simply sign the documents. It has come to an end.

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

Jakarta, the city that never sleeps, is suddenly engulfed in an eerie silence. On a night darker than usual, twelve teenagers—Aisyah, Delisha, Gathan, Jasmine, Abib, Arka, Nafisah, Nizam, Azzam, Queensha, Seno, and Sagena—sense that something is terribly wrong. Strange disturbances unfold around them: phone signals vanish, power flickers out, distant echoes of unknown sounds fill the air, and massive shadows move through the now-deserted city. Computer screens flicker with unsettling images, news broadcasts abruptly cut off with ominous warnings, and a slow, deliberate knocking resonates at their doors. All signs point to one thing—this is no ordinary night. Jakarta has changed, and they must brace themselves for something far more terrifying than they ever imagined.

"World conquest was never part of the plan." Yu Chen was just an ordinary programmer, slaving away at his desk, fixing bugs for a popular kingdom-building game. His life was a cycle of endless work, sleepless nights, and little appreciation. One fateful night, while struggling to fix a game-breaking bug that granted players an absurd amount of upgrade points, his exhausted heart gave out. But death wasn't the end for Yu Chen. He awoke in a world strangly familiar... he had transmigrated into the very game he had been working on, now inhabiting the body of a notorious tyrant emperor, Arkanos Bloodbane, whose empire was on the brink of destruction. Surrounded by enemies, with rebellions simmering within and war on every front, Yu Chen, now Arkanos, quickly realizes the gravity of his situation. But to his shock, he discovers that he still has access to the game's system interface—complete with the million upgrade points from the bug he had tried to fix! With his knowledge of game mechanics, strategic mind, and a wealth of upgrade points, Arkanos sets out to turn the crumbling empire into an unstoppable force. He begins by summoning legendary heroes, deploying advanced technologies never before seen in this world, and revolutionizing his military and infrastructure. As he pushes his empire to greatness, Arkanos must navigate the treacherous politics of the imperial court, fend off treacherous factions, and outmaneuver the rival nations that seek to destroy him. But with each victory, he realizes that this world is not just a game—it's his new reality. The stakes are higher, the dangers more real, and the consequences of failure more dire than ever. [Reminder, contented intended for mature audiences.] Discord link: https://discord.gg/zbQwWCSCrn

[Warning: Mature content, R-18, Sexually explicit content. You can also skip the prologue if you want to jump straight into R-18 chapters.] LISTEN UP, YOU THIRSTY DEGENERATES! YOU THINK YOU CAN HANDLE THIS SH*T? Forget all that watered-down, fairy-tale bullsht you’ve been spoon-fed. You still here? Well, guess what—you’re about to step into a world where the only rule is to fck sht up and survive. You got demons crawling out of hell and humans so degenerates, they’d trade their own mother for a shot at power. This ain’t no noble quest, it’s a f*cking bloodbath—and you better be ready to get drenched in it. Here’s what you’re about to dive into: • Demons so fine seductive they’ll make you forget what’s right or wrong—who cares when evil looks this damn sexy? • Humans? Hah! They’re more fcked up than the demons! You think they’re the good guys? Guess again, dipsh*t. They’re here to carve out their own slice of hell, and they don’t care whose throat they gotta slit to do it. • Battles so savage, you’ll be choking on blood—if you’re lucky. If you ain’t? You’ll be crawling through the mud, beggin’ for someone to finish you off. Spoiler: They won’t. • Lust? This ain’t romance, you dumb fck. This is raw, filthy, boner-breaking need. Warriors in the heat of battle, ready to fck or kill, sometimes both. And trust me, they don’t care if you watch. "Holy sh*t, I don’t know who’s worse—the demons or the humans!" — Some pervert who thought he was ready for this trash fire. THINK THAT’S IT? HELL NO, YOU DIRTY BASTARD! • Twists so fcking brutal they’ll rip your soul out and use it for target practice. • Choices so fcked up you’ll wish you never had to make ‘em—but guess what? Nobody cares what you wish for, bitch. • A world so black, so hopeless, even the demons are lookin’ for an exit—and there ain’t one, motherf*cker. FINAL WARNING: This ain’t a story for the weak, the clean, or the sane. We got gut-wrenching violence, straight-up vulgar dirty f*cking, and choices that’ll make you puke. If you ain’t down to get your soul violated, turn around and get the f*ck out. This is the point of no return. #DemonsWantBloodAndAss #WuxiaWithZeroF*cks #MoralityIsForTheDead #ThisIsYourNewHell Disclaimer: This story will ruin you. Side effects include sleepless nights, uncontrolled boners, and the overwhelming urge to f*ck, fight, and die all at once. Proceed if you got the balls for it—or not. Cover Art AI Generated.

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In the world of Aedra, dreams do not merely exist in slumber—they shape reality. The Veil, an ethereal boundary, separates the waking world from the Somnisphere, a realm where thought can mold landscapes, and memories become tangible. Those who wield the Dreamborn Arts—Lucids, Weavers, Sleepwalkers, Echoes, and Hollows—command the essence of the dreamscape itself. But something is shifting. Yeaia Nolas, a wanderer neither wholly real nor wholly dream, walks the liminal spaces between the worlds. Marked by an eye that sees beyond time and a past lost in the unraveling tides of forgotten history, they are drawn to the whispers of the Unremembered—souls erased from existence, lingering at the edges of oblivion. When the ancient Forgotten City begins to stir, revealing pathways that should not exist, Yeaia is thrust into a mystery older than the Veil itself. The Awakened Choir seeks to merge dreams and reality into one endless vision. The Hollowed Crown hungers to consume the last remnants of the Somnisphere. And deep beneath the ruins, something ancient and dreaming begins to wake—something that should never have been forgotten. As the Veil weakens and the world teeters on the brink of unraveling, Yeaia must navigate treacherous alliances, eldritch horrors, and the weight of a fate they may not be able to escape. Because in Aedra, to dream is to create. And to forget… is to cease to exist.

Jasmine's War is a gripping tale of love, loyalty, and survival. Jasmine, a resilient young woman living a quiet life on her family farm, is content with the simplicity of her world—until a mysterious soldier named Caden arrives, carrying the weight of a dangerous secret. As a deserter from the king’s army, Caden is a man on the run, haunted by his past and hunted by the king’s relentless soldiers. Seeking refuge, he finds solace in Jasmine’s kindness, and over time, the two form a bond that transcends the chaos of the world outside. But as their connection deepens, so does the danger surrounding them. With soldiers closing in and a treacherous war looming, Jasmine and Caden must prepare to defend their home and their love. As they fight to protect one another, their world is turned upside down by the harsh realities of survival. In the midst of war, they are forced to confront their deepest fears, the horrors of the battlefield, and the difficult choices that could change the course of their lives forever. In a story where trust is as fragile as peace and love can be as dangerous as any battle, Jasmine and Caden must navigate the thin line between hope and despair, knowing that the ultimate war may not be on the battlefield, but within their heart

WHAT HAPPENS WHEN HE HAS LOST EVERYTHING? WHEN HE HAS NO ONE LEFT TO FIGHT FOR AND NOTHING LEFT TO LOSE? Fresh from breaking up with Jasmine Leigh Olsen, Harlan Brandle goes on a mission to expose a dirty business man in this prequel to Variant Comics' Diamonds and Blood. Along the way, Harlan meets both new and old allies and enemies... but in this world, who can you trust? BOOK 2 OF THE DIAMONDS AND BLOOD SAGA

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With every move of her hands and every batting of her lashes, Selene was able to captivate the world with her delicate beauty. She was the "Queen of Showbiz," the beloved of the Castillo family, unlike Keira, the ugly duckling of the family. It didn't matter the context or truth behind the issue, Keira was to be blamed by everyone. "Selene can do no wrong! How can such a delicate, fragile thing think ill of someone? It must be Keira who is making up lies!" "How dare you cause your sister to become sick! Receive your punishment!" Such words were a norm for Keira. The place she called home was Hell's Gate, and the people she called family were poisonous demons. Her life was filled with blame and abuse hurled by her sister's supporters. She was schemed against, attacked, and ruined to the point of no return. The last nine months of her life were the worst. Her insomnia had developed into Sporadic Fatal Insomnia, causing her to lose weight as she suffered consistent sleepless nights. At the age of 23, Keira Castillo passed away alone in her dingy apartment. Her final moments were filled with dread as she begged and prayed to whichever god was listening. "If only I had one more chance..." To her delight, she had regressed to when she was 18. 'The man you love? I'm taking him. The title 'Queen of Showbiz'? That's also mine. Everything you gained from stepping all over me, I will take. My dear Selene, I will play you in the palms of my hands and live my life the way I was supposed to.'

In the sweltering heat of a Bangkok suburb, a new semester dawned on the public university, casting a spotlight on the city's most infamous clique: The Elite and The Tops. Renowned among students from various schools and universities for their captivating visuals, impeccable style, and intriguing aura, they were the epitome of youthful glamour and sophistication. At the heart of this tangled web were three individuals bound by a shared trauma: Siriporn "Siri" Ratanawong, the stunning 19-year-old architecture student with a secret she dare not speak; Ratchanon "Chan" Chaiyaphum, the charismatic law student with a penchant for painting and a hidden past; and Sarawut "Wut" Thongkham, the brooding medicine student with a talent for art and a soul tormented by guilt. Their lives had intersected in a tragic dance five years prior, when they witnessed the brutal murder of Siri's older brother, Chaiwat. The killer, shrouded in mystery, had left an indelible mark on their psyches, a scar that still throbbed with pain. As they navigated the treacherous landscape of university life, the past began to stir, like a serpent awakening from a deep slumber. The Elite and The Tops, sworn enemies since their private secondary school days, found themselves unexpectedly reunited at the public university. The tension between them was palpable, a powder keg waiting to ignite. Little did they know, their lives were about to become inextricably entwined once more, as the unknown killer began to weave his way back into their lives, leaving behind a trail of eerie whispers and unsettling memories. The scent of jasmine and smoke lingered in the air, a haunting reminder that the past was never truly buried. As the semester unfolded, Siri, Chan, and Wut would find themselves torn between their desire for justice and their need for survival. Would they be able to confront the darkness that had haunted them for so long, or would it consume them, once and for all?

Synopsis In a world where power dictates history, Raito Kurogane stumbles upon a pen with an unimaginable ability—it can rewrite fate by altering a specific date in a person’s life. With a god-like ambition and a thirst for control, he begins reshaping the world from the shadows, toppling politicians, criminals, and anyone he deems unworthy. But unknown to him, two brilliant minds have already taken notice. Detective Hoshino Renji, a man with an unmatched ability to see patterns, senses something unnatural behind the sudden political resignations and financial collapses. With relentless determination, he begins a silent hunt for the invisible hand manipulating history. Meanwhile, Yume Sazanami, a genius hacker and information broker, uncovers strange digital footprints in government records—changes that shouldn't exist. Unlike Renji, she doesn’t believe in justice. She simply wants to watch the game unfold. As the three masterminds engage in a deadly psychological battle, the question remains: Who truly deserves to control fate? A gripping psychological thriller filled with deception, mind games, and shocking twists, Re-Write explores the thin line between justice and power.

Serenity Hale, always known as the goddess of everyone's hearts, participating again and again on TV shows discovers a new side of her after she meets Ayla Watson. Her dreams were always big enough to hold an entire series of breakdowns and sleepless nights. Ayla's dreams weren't that big she just wished to be recognised as an actress, since childhood she acted with her dad in not so popular shows. They're lives are soon going to form a connection.

Claire Reed thought she married the man of her dreams, Evander Kensington, but she had no idea that their marriage was built on a lie; a family vow that trapped him by her side. His heart, however, belonged to another woman, his white lotus. No matter how hard Claire tried to win Evander’s love, he only grew colder, and his family treated her like she didn’t exist. When she lost their unborn child, Claire’s world shattered. She wanted to see Evander, but he didn't bother to check on her. Instead, he went to meet that white lotus. Unable to bear the betrayal, she decided to free Evander from this marriage, leaving behind a letter and divorce papers, claiming she now had someone else she loved! ~~~~ "You’re mine, and I’ll never let you go!” he declared, his voice dark with possessiveness. “But I don’t want you anymore! You can have Susan—I’m now in love with someone else!” Claire shot back, her words sharp and final. "You can't be with anyone. Do you even know how sleepless nights I've without you?" Evander's hold on her tightened. "I'll see how you become some else when I'll claim you," he pronounced before crashing his lips on her.

Long time ago, Alina, the Crown Princess of a kingdom named Embiran had a forbidden love relationship with a beautiful royal servant of their palace named Jasmine. They loved each other intensely, but as their fate had it, they were tragically torn apart by death being unable of completing their love story. Reborn in modern time, they met again but having no memories about the past love that they shared for each other. Will they rediscover their love for each other? Will they fall in love with each other again? Will they'd be able to complete their incomplete love story? Find out by reading this strange love story! Author: Lurin Blaize

[Warning: strong mature content] Jasmine Everly was humiliated and thrown out of the house after being served with divorce papers by her husband, Sabastian Donovan, the only person she had ever loved, all due to a heartbreaking misunderstanding. She was so dependent on Sabastian that she had no one else and nowhere else to turn. Hurt and broken, she contemplated the end, but fate intervened when she discovered her pregnancy after enduring multiple miscarriages. This gave her the reason and determination to live. She worked hard to stand on her own just to give her daughter everything. After 6 years, she meets her ex-husband again as an investor in the design studio she works for, and he demands that she work with him for a month. What happens in a month? Why does he want her now? Will he find out that he has a daughter? Will they finally solve their misunderstanding and get back together? Or does he still love her? Will they have a happy ending? --------- He let my hands go and moved back a little, asking, "So she is not my daughter?" His voice was so calm, mirroring his eyes. It.... It's scary. Why did he suddenly turn so clam...? "No." I stood my ground, even though my heart was shouting to tell him the truth. All of a sudden, he grabbed my throat and slammed me against the wall, making my eyes widen. The unknown sensation spread across my skin like a wildfire. "So what if she is not my daughter? You still belong to me! But not in the fucking way I promised, but in the way you deserve!" His dark harsh voice vibrated on the edge of the earshell and sent a shiver down my spine, breaking out the cold sweat. "Wha...what....?!" My words were swallowed by his kiss, harsh unforgiving and hungry kiss. My body froze against his huge one as he pushed me against the wall with his, making me a sandwich between him and the wall. My eyes rolled back, and my mind stopped working as all I could feel was him, his body, and his lips. "You are always mine! Remember this, Jas!".

When Jasmine’s car collides with Antonio’s, she expects nothing more than an accident report and a headache. But from the moment he lays eyes on her, Antonio is captivated—her beauty, her presence, the quiet fire in her eyes. She’s been hurt before, and love is not something she’s searching for. All she wants is peace, warmth, and a place where she feels safe. But Antonio is not a man who walks away from what he wants. And from the moment he sees her, he knows—he wants her.

[Interstellar Transmigration + 1v2 + delicate fl + slow paced] When Rosalee woke up from her sleep, her world had completely changed. As if it wasn't shocking enough, she had turned from a little rich woman to a poor peasant who depended on her brofher to survive. She looked at the expired nutrient solutions in her hand, then her brother and made a ruthless decision. She was going to find a sugar daddy to raise herself!! Caution Before Entering: 1. If you're into strong female lead, this might be not for you. The female lead is physically weak, so she gets abused by mls every time. 2. Lots of beautiful misunderstandings. 3. This is a slow-paced story, so proceed with caution in case you fall asleep while reading. 5. Lastly, if you enjoy my work, feel free to drop me a line and support my novel. But if it's not your cup of tea, no worries, just close the book and move on. I'm here to get your honest feedback, so don't hold back. Let me know what you loved and what you didn't. Thank you, I hope you have a fruitful day and a sleepless night.

Linda is about to become queen of Crystaline. The king and queen want Jasmine to find a friend to keep her company. But she refuses. On top of that, everyone fears her. Except Grace. Grace has been lonely her entire life. Perhaps by meeting princess Jasmine, she wouldn't be alone anymore. I'm so sorry guys. I just create a bunch of stories mainly because I don't know what to write for the others.

As she makes a move to get up from the big man's lap, she hears a groan and the weight on her hips increases as he presses her further on his huge bulge. "You are such a fu**ing tease Jasmine." he groans lowly in her ear. Being employed by the richest man in the World was not Jasmines definitely, but now she has to work all day under his strong gaze, and the more he looks at her the more she gets a crush on him To him she was just a baby till one night when he stumbled in on her in a towel, and after that she became the one thing he wanted but he wasn't sure he could get Contract marriage

*Echoes of Her Lies* follows a heartbroken man who, after a series of unanswered messages, discovers the painful truth about his former love. What began as an innocent connection soon turned into uncertainty and sleepless nights, until a shocking revelation shattered his world. With the trust once shared between them, he gains access to her private messages and uncovers her betrayal—she’s moved on to someone else, the very person he had warned her about. Torn between seeking closure and the desire for revenge, he wrestles with his emotions. Though he resolves to move on, a dark thought lingers: instead of letting go, what if he made her feel the same pain she caused him? This gripping tale explores love, betrayal, and the haunting power of unhealed wounds.

A big warning to all the people who easily get hurt online. This is fanfic is the result of a bored student messing with AI to distract his mind . Well I will spoil a bit since I can't write Synopsis. This story follows Karna Maurya, a bastard born of The great Ashoka in Maurya dynasty during its prime in the world of Disney. Powers?Well, MC is a walking Jinny without any restrictions.As the title of the book said, make a wish. Though he takes time getting started. Does he remember the plot? No. Will he remember it? Soon. World hopping? In future. System? No system. Too much trouble. Harem? Of course! Even his father has it. Though me myself being a loyal person, I am unable to picture myself loving two people at on time so maybe not. For now it's just Jasmine. I wrote it for myself and after writing abot 15 chapters , found out it's pretty good so I thought I should share it with you all.

Words around: 1,293 Main Characters are: Bella Jasmine and Julie

Jasmine Carter, a devout Christian lawyer raised in privilege, has always lived a life guided by faith and obedience. When her affluent family arranges her marriage to Adrian Marc, the enigmatic CEO of Marc Corp, Jasmine finds herself torn between her own reservations and her sense of duty. Adrian, known for his ambition and aloofness, agrees to the marriage for practical reasons, seeing Jasmine as a perfect addition to his carefully curated public image. On their wedding night, Jasmine fulfills her marital obligation and gives herself to Adrian, despite sensing the emotional distance between them. Her selfless act leads to an unexpected consequence—pregnancy. As the reality of her situation sets in, Jasmine finds herself questioning whether this child will be the bridge that brings her and Adrian closer or the final wedge that drives them apart. Adrian, burdened by a past filled with pain and distrust, struggles to connect with his new wife. He views their marriage as a transaction and fights with his own fears of vulnerability. Yet, as Jasmine’s quiet strength and unwavering faith begin to chip away at his hardened exterior, he is forced to confront the demons that have long dictated his life. Through moments of tension, heartbreak, and hope, Jasmine and Adrian must navigate the uncharted waters of their unconventional marriage. Jasmine prays for her husband’s redemption, believing that love and forgiveness can heal even the deepest wounds. But as the arrival of their child approaches, both must decide if they are willing to fight for a future together or let their fears and insecurities tear them apart. His Redemption is a poignant tale of love, faith, and the transformative power of grace in the face of life’s greatest challenges.

Hook: "Miss Jiang, your perfume contains the memories of three dead souls." Full Synopsis: Top perfumer Jiang Se receives an anonymous request to recreate the last scent inhaled by the deceased. When she extracts the forbidden fragrance "Path to Hades"—a signature blend of her ex-lover—from a tycoon's remains, she's confronted by Inspector Lu Chen, an anosmic detective who possesses synesthetic abilities to see smells as colors. "Your 'Redemption' perfume carries the stench of my sister's corpse," Lu Chen whispers, his fingers tracing the vial as silver hues swirl in his eyes—the color he associates with lies. A series of gruesome murders unfolds: 1. A millionaire dies with burst olfactory nerves, surrounded by test strips of Jiang's latest collection 2. A Michelin chef drowns in bitter almond syrup laced with her wedding fragrance 3. A virtuoso pianist's ear canals bloom with jasmine flowers during a death livestream promoting her signature scent As Jiang discovers all victims were subjects in a memory-transplant experiment three years prior, Lu's synesthetic color charts warn: "The next corpse will carry your DNA scent." With 72 hours until her grand perfume launch, Jiang stares into the mirror. The jasmine tattoo on her nape emits azure mist—the final ingredient in the ultimate olfactory weapon.