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MATURE CONTENT WARNING!!: These people be getting freaky in the sheets! "You think I haven’t noticed your eyes on me?" Kai En's voice was dangerously low, his lips curled into a cruel smile. "The way they linger— you can’t decide whether to kill me or kiss me. Am I right, little alpha?" ... For as long as Jun could remember, vengeance had been his only purpose. The last survivor of a disgraced family, he vowed to tear down the empire that destroyed his life, starting with its most prized jewel—Prince Feng Kai En.  Now, under the guise of Xiao Liu, a lowly servant in the prince’s retinue, he plans his revenge. But nothing could have prepared him for what awaited within the palace walls. Neither Xiao Liu’s sharp blades nor detailed plans were good enough to fall the man behind the title. Every failed assassination attempt and heated exchange left him more entangled with the man he was meant to destroy. Kai En—ruthless, untouchable, and powerful. An alpha in the eyes of all. Xiao Liu uncovered the prince’s greatest secret—beneath the façade lay something far more dangerous and vulnerable. Something Xiao Liu intended to exploit. Duty had always been Kai En’s burden. Yet Xiao Liu’s presence stirred emotions long buried—desires with no place in his world. Every attempt on his life only deepened the prince’s fascination, pulling him into the chaos Xiao Liu brought. As war looms and enemies close in, their dangerous dance intensifies. Desire grows where hate once ruled, pulling them into a storm of violence, lust, and something deeper. “You’ll never belong to anyone else,” Xiao Liu snarled, his lips finding Kai En’s neck again, biting down hard. “Not her. Not anyone. You belong to me.” Xiao Liu knows Kai En is the key to his revenge, but the more their lives tangle, the harder it becomes to tell if it’s vengeance he craves… or the prince himself. And Kai En must face the ultimate test that could break his kingdom and heart. Can Xiao Liu destroy the man he’s come to obsess over, or will he fall first?

The prolonged war among supernatural beings had plagued their world for generations, with the vampires pushing aggressively to the borders of the werewolf kingdom, ruthlessly slaughtering wolves in their path. After his father's death, Zion assumed the mantle of his father and joined the frontlines of battle. After three grueling years, the werewolves finally drove the vampires back, forcing them to retreat to their lands in defeat. Zion and the brave warriors who fought alongside him returned to their territories as heroes, celebrated and warmly welcomed. When Addison heard of Zion's impending return, she devoted herself to preparing an elaborate welcome banquet, organizing every detail over the two weeks leading up to his arrival. Although her marriage to Zion had originally been one of convenience, rooted in her deep gratitude to the former Alpha who had saved her life, she had since fallen for Zion. His powerful presence, charismatic leadership, and striking appearance had won her over, and from the moment she offered herself as his mate, she had accepted him wholeheartedly as her Alpha and mate. The long-awaited return of Zion and his warriors was met with jubilant celebration. Pack members gathered at the borders, eager to welcome their hero, Alpha, and his brave fighters. Addison, too, stood among them, filled with anticipation and genuine happiness at seeing Zion again. But as the pack caught sight of their Alpha, the largest of the wolves approaching with fur as dark as midnight, Addison’s heart froze—on his back sat a pregnant woman. For werewolves, it was well-known that only mates were allowed to ride in their wolf form, and seeing this woman there, visibly expecting, spoke volumes. Addison’s heart tightened painfully, yet she fought to maintain her composure, choosing to receive Zion and his entourage with a warm and gracious smile. Despite her efforts, Zion dismissed her completely, his attention solely on the woman as he tenderly guided her from his back and into the heart of their home. When all was said and done, but Addison still received nothing but contempt and hatred, she decided to leave. But why did Zion react so strongly? "Who said you could leave? You are MINE!" Zion turned feral and took Addison back to their chambers and ravaged her for three days and three nights... "I'll make sure you're tied to this bed, and your legs are so weak you won’t even be able to stand," Zion snarled, pinning her down. His dark eyes flickered with gold, a clear sign that his wolf was watching her from just beneath the surface.

Later that day, Fin was out on his usual scrap run. The safe zone’s edge was a mess of twisted metal and broken concrete, leftovers from when the first Gates opened. He lugged a heavy bag over his shoulder, his boots crunching on gravel. The air smelled like rust and something faintly sour—probably a dead rat or worse. “Yo, Fin! Hurry it up!” his boss, Greg, yelled from the truck parked a hundred yards away. Greg was a squat, sweaty guy who acted like he was king of the scrap heap. “We ain’t got all day!” “Yeah, yeah,” Fin muttered under his breath. He bent down to grab a jagged piece of rebar, his fingers brushing the cold metal. His power kicked in—useless as ever. He could feel every nick and dent in the steel, like it was whispering its boring life story to him. 'Wow, so thrilling,' he thought sarcastically. That’s when he heard it—a low, guttural growl. He froze. His head snapped up, eyes darting around. The safe zone wasn’t *supposed* to have monsters. That’s why it was called safe. But the sound came again, closer this time, from behind a pile of rubble. “Greg?” He called, his voice shaky. “You hear that?” No answer. The truck’s engine roared to life—Greg was bailing. “Fin, move your ass!” the man shouted before peeling out, dust kicking up behind him. “Seriously?!” Fin dropped the rebar and bolted. He wasn’t a runner, but fear made his legs move faster than he thought possible. The growling turned into a snarl, and he risked a glance back. Something big and scaly was charging after him—green skin, claws like kitchen knives, and a mouth full of teeth that didn’t fit right. A monster. A freaking monster.

Samantha never expected to find magic in her hometown, let alone in a dimly lit bar on a rainy Tuesday night. Yet here she was, perched on a barstool at the Black Swan, her world about to tilt on its axis. The air thrummed with an otherworldly energy she couldn't quite place. Ethereal dancers moved like smoke across the floor, their bodies fluid and mesmerizing. As Samantha nursed her drink, she felt the weight of curious stares prickling her skin. That's when she saw him. Marcus. A name she didn't know yet, but one that would soon be etched into her very soul. Their eyes locked across the crowded room, and Samantha's breath caught in her throat. He moved with predatory grace, all lean muscle and barely restrained power. Their first interaction was as intoxicating as it was bewildering. One moment, he was her gallant protector, rescuing her from an overly aggressive drunk. The next, his eyes hardened to chips of ice as he snarled, "Stupid girl," before melting into the shadows. Samantha's mind reeled, but her body hummed with an excitement she couldn't explain. Little did she know, this encounter was merely the first step into a world beyond her wildest fantasies – a realm where vampires ruled the night and pain blurred exquisitely with pleasure. As she delved deeper into this hidden society, Samantha found herself drawn to the intoxicating blend of power, submission, and supernatural allure. The crack of a whip, the whisper of leather, the exquisite sting of fangs – each sensation pushed her boundaries and ignited desires she never knew existed. But with every ecstatic high came the sobering reality of danger. Vampire politics were as deadly as they were intricate, and Samantha soon realized she was a pawn in a game where the stakes were life, death, and eternal servitude. As she left the Black Swan that night, Samantha couldn't shake the feeling that she stood on the precipice of something life-changing. She had no idea how right she was, or how deeply she would fall into a passionate, dangerous dance with forces beyond her imagination. The real question was: in this world where pleasure and peril intertwined so intimately, would she emerge empowered... or lose herself completely?

|| To all the readers who are grieving over Caelestis Lanister’s death. I deeply apologize but this character always deserved death in my eyes of justice. Although he was a good leader, a good friend, probably a good son, yet he was never a good friend or boyfriend to Stella. Even after going through all his sins, if you still sympathize with him. I have an offer for you. Would you like to change the destiny of Caelestis Lanister? Yes/No|| A translucent blue window appeared in front of Eleanore, who had just opened her eyes in a strange white place, after meeting her end in a Traffic accident. Eleanore finds herself in a new world, with a mission to change the destiny of her favorite character from a book she had recently read, "Revenge is her only desire." Tired from her daily struggles, she was ready to venture into a new life of the rich, but to her dismay. She finds herself in the body of the villainess that dies in the first chapter of the novel, who shares the same name as hers, Eleanore Sinclair. Moreover, the day she enters into her body is the day she gets killed by Caelestis for harming his lover, Stella. Eleanore binded by the system that guided her through in her mission of changing Caelestis’ fate, realizes that the system favoured Stella over her. She struggles to keep herself alive, while working on Caelestis and Stella's relationship. As she tries to save Stella from the obsessive grasps of Caelestis, she finds herself getting entangled with the notorious villain. As tension and hatred between them rises, a love blooms between them which gives nothing but pain in return. The male lead being her own brother, will she be able to save Caelestis which is no longer her mission but her love? _______ “Lies!” he spat again, his voice rising. “I will kill you, Eleanore. If you ever try to do that to her again, I will kill you.” His words cut through her, burning with hatred and fear. Anger surged within her as she fought against him. She had never intended to hurt Stella, not once. The blame lay with the original owner of the body, not her. Why must she listen to these accusations? “I have no such intentions!” she shouted at his face, gasping to find breath. “Let me go!” Her foot lashed out, kicking him in the thigh, but he quickly pinned it down as well. Exhausted from her useless struggles, Eleanore realized she had to gather her strength and then perhaps bite off some skin from his handsome face. “You are just an obsessed man,” she snarled. “You don’t know how to treat a woman. You’re killing her!” Before she could finish, Caelestis silenced her with a violent grip around her throat. His hand tightened around her neck, cutting off her breath. Her wrists were free, but now her neck was caught, and every breath became a struggle. Panic surged through her as she struggled to find, her nails digged deep into at his arm in a desperate attempt to free herself. Caelestis’ true nature had finally appeared in front of Eleanore, and it scared her. She had already been afraid of him, but now the fear felt like it was gripping her very soul. Note: This is a dark fantasy romance novel. A war between Love and Obsession.

The footsteps sounded closer, and closer, and closer, until he faintly heard Siri's voice welcoming someone into the house, but before he could open his eyes to see who it was, he felt a large hand gripping his neck, his legs were locked tightly between much larger ones, and, he felt the cold metal of a gun placed directly on his...gun. Zeno quickly opened his eyes from instincts, ready to fight off his attacker, but the moment he did so, he was met with mesmerizing dark grey orbs, staring dangerously at him. The face of his attacker was too close, he couldn't make out his features, but he knew they were sharp, even from a closed look. He didn't bother fighting, he didn't want to lose his junior member down there, and his Nana still expected grandchildren from him. He couldn't disappoint her. "Who. Are. You?" The voice of his attacker was so deep, dark, and commanding. Zeno was a fighter, but he felt a chill run down his spine from the sound of the voice. The hand around Zeno's neck tightened, but he endured it, he was a fighter. Judging by his attacker's looks and actions of confidence, this was his boss. ~~~ After losing his parents and being faced with an unbelievable medical bill, Zeno Evander finds himself working as a Manny for a mysterious Billionaire, but it doesn't last long; after almost being killed by the Mafia billionaire, Zeno swore never to return to that place again. But after a week of escaping the Mafia billionaire, Zeno finds himself kidnapped and Blackmailed into signing a year's contract as the Mafia's Manny and bodyguard. Could Zeno escape his evil and monstrous boss? Or would he be consumed by him? Consumed by the forbidden passion he felt build up between them? Would he risk his life just to experience the burn of forbidden love? After the betrayal from his family, ex-wife, and friend five years ago, Sebastian Orion became a totally different being. He became cold, aloof, and dangerous as he rose to become the most feared Mafia king of the underworld, and everyone who heard his name shivered from fear. He distrusted everyone and hated any form of human relationships, building a thick wall around himself. But, not until his son's manny came into the picture. Zeno irritated him in every way, he hated the mere sight of his bodyguard and would have chosen to kill him if not for the sake of his son. Sebastian always tried to push Zeno away by treating him in the lowest way possible. But when the contract was coming to an end, were his feelings still the same? Or did he suddenly realize that it wasn't only his son that needed Zeno? ~~~ "What are you waiting for? Leave!" Sebastian snarled bitterly. He would have to speak with Butler Nicole to find out why he brought back this stupid clown to his house. He had just returned from yet another trip, just to find this nuisance in his house again. He hated Zeno so much; he was classless and looked extremely dangerous to be near his son; who knew if he was sent as a snitch by an enemy? "I'm sorry, boss, but I can't," Zeno said and stood his ground. Leaving would mean he wanted his Nana to die; no, he'd rather stay here and take all punches that came his way; he was used to it. "What?!" Sebastian couldn't believe that such stupid people were still existing in the world. "I can't leave," Zeno repeated.

After the Mi Shen family suffered a tragedy, they were immediately set upon. Thereafter, like a tiger sprouting wings, a fish finding water, Mi the Overlord roamed freely in Nuancheng, and not a soul dared to utter a peep— "Fourth Young Master, the fifth young miss has hospitalized the city lord's daughter with a beating." Someone sat at the office desk without even lifting an eyelid, "Tell Leng Ying to prepare a gift and send it to the city lord's manor." "Fourth Young Master, the fifth young miss got into a fight... luckily there were no casualties..." That person sipped tea leisurely, "Tell Leng Ying to smooth things over... and bring some extra hands." "Fourth Young Master... the fifth young miss has run away!" That person finally deigned to lift his eyelids, "Run away?" The subordinate trembled, "With Leng Ying..." Grinding his teeth, the person snarled, "Catch, her, back!"

Cryptic Trace Technologies: The Legit Bitcoin Recovery Experts I fell victim to a sophisticated Bitcoin scam that wiped out a significant portion of my hard-earned investment, and the devastation left me feeling helpless and alone. It all began when I encountered what appeared to be a reputable cryptocurrency investment platform boasting professional design, responsive customer support, and glowing testimonials that convinced me to invest. Initially, I deposited a modest sum and even managed to withdraw small profits, which only fueled my confidence to invest more. However, when I attempted to withdraw a substantial amount, my request was left pending for days until my account was suddenly locked and all communication from customer support ceased. Desperate for answers and recovery, I scoured the internet for help, filing reports with my bank and local authorities, only to be met with disheartening news that recovering lost cryptocurrency was nearly impossible. In the midst of my despair, I discovered Cryptic Trace Technologies—a company whose transparent process and impressive track record in recovering stolen crypto caught my attention. Their website detailed real-life recoveries, and after a free initial assessment, they reassured me that they could trace my funds using advanced blockchain forensics and state-of-the-art tracing tools. From the moment I engaged with Cryptic Trace Technologies, their professionalism and dedication shone through. They meticulously analyzed my case by gathering all pertinent transaction histories, wallet addresses, and correspondence with the scammers. Despite the scammers’ efforts to obfuscate the trail through techniques like “chain hopping”—transferring my Bitcoin across multiple wallets and even converting between different cryptocurrencies—their forensic experts were undeterred. They identified the exact wallets where my stolen funds had ended up and compiled a detailed report of every transaction, which they then used to collaborate with both the targeted exchange and law enforcement agencies. Regular updates and transparent communication reassured me throughout this painstaking process, transforming my sense of hopelessness into one of cautious optimism. Ultimately, their relentless investigation paid off when the exchange, armed with the forensic evidence, froze the illicit funds and returned a substantial portion of my Bitcoin. Today, I wholeheartedly recommend Cryptic Trace Technologies to anyone who has fallen victim to crypto fraud—they are not only experts in the field but also compassionate professionals who turned my nightmare into a remarkable recovery story. Contact them through Website: cryptictracetechnologies . com Email: cryptictracetechnologies @ zohomail . com or Cryptictrace @ technologist . com

Whoever loves finds the most wonderful thing. Sasha having all the beauty eyes can potentially realize is chased down by all the men around. The lady is firm and only sticks to her one boyfriend, but having several men flatterering with her. The question remains, how did she manage to be faithful to her partner with several men around her circle, trying hard to win her soul? All this began in her high school life. Beru, as her boyfriend is very cheeky. Also, Sasha is very dramatic. How did the two love birds manage their affairs with each possessing a unique character? *** Follow keenly how it went messy*** *** Eager to read more! Don't worry, just take your time and have fun, please leave a reaction***

A compilation of short happy ending love story

The World Changed Overnight, Without warning, portals from other realms tore through the sky, opening gateways to nightmarish creatures that threatened to wipe out humanity. Cities burned. Nations crumbled. The monstrous invaders—ranging from grotesque goblins to towering beasts—massacred everything in their path. Amidst the chaos, a new force emerged: The Awakened—humans who mysteriously gained supernatural abilities in response to the invasion. Light burst from their bodies, fire ignited in their palms, water coiled into deadly spears, winds howled at their command, shadows shifted with their will. These resemble as Fire, Water, Earth, Wind, Light, and Darkness—became humanity’s last hope against extinction. Kai Jin. A cold, intelligent high school student from Korea, Kai had long abandoned the idea of relying on others. Orphaned at a young age, he grew up alone in a modest apartment, surviving through sheer will and independence. His past trauma left him emotionally closed off, but beneath his calm, detached exterior, a fire burned—a refusal to ever be powerless again. Then, the portals opened, and his world turned upside down. The night was eerily silent. Kai sat in his dimly lit apartment, eyes locked on his laptop screen. The news was flooded with reports of strange anomalies appearing across the globe—massive gates hovering in the sky, creatures emerging from their depths. Some called it a phenomenon. Others called it the end of the world. Then— Scratch. Scratch. A faint noise echoed from the hallway outside his door. Kai frowned. His neighborhood was quiet at night—too quiet for random footsteps. Then— BAM! The apartment door slammed open. A goblin. Small, grotesque, with sickly green skin, jagged teeth, and glowing red eyes. It sniffed the air, its sharp claws twitching in anticipation. Kai’s breath hitched. His mind raced. He had no weapons. No powers. Nothing but his instincts. Move. Now. The goblin lunged. Kai grabbed the closest thing within reach—a wooden chair—and swung it with all his strength.The impact sent the creature stumbling backward, snarling in rage. His heart pounded. His hands trembled, but he forced himself to stay steady. He couldn’t afford to freeze. He had to kill it. Spotting a kitchen knife on the counter, he dove for it—just as the goblin recovered and charged again. At the last second, he twisted his body, dodging its claws, and in one swift motion— STAB! The knife sank into the goblin’s skull. It shrieked, its body convulsing violently before collapsing lifelessly to the floor. Kai stood there, panting. His clothes were splattered with dark, sticky blood. The room reeked of iron and death. Then— Ding! A floating, translucent system window appeared before his eyes. [Awakening Process Complete.] [Congratulations!] [You have awakened.] Kai’s eyes widened. His nightmare had just begun.

The villain wasn’t meant to be an emperor—nor was he supposed to be handsome. Yet he hates me, and I don’t know why. Attending the Academy of the Arcane—a school for the supernatural elite to hone their power—I became a rebel, untouchable and unstoppable. My beauty became both a weapon and a curse, a mocking reminder of the life I’d lost. Among the whispers and wary stares, one figure cut through the chaos: Tharros, the Emperor of Shadows. The supreme ruler of witches, vampires, werewolves, and fae alike. His cold, burning gaze seared through me, heavy with a hatred that felt almost intimate. "You made me this way," he snarled, his face a living testament to fury and torment. His presence was a storm I couldn’t escape, and his accusations pierced my soul. Yet I had no memory of him—or the crime he swore I committed. When I denied his claims, his laughter followed me like a curse. "You don’t remember? Then I’ll make sure you never forget." Days later, I awoke as his bride—bound to him by a marriage I never agreed to, shackled to his vengeance. Tharros’ darkness envelops me, threatening to consume everything I am. Now, I must unravel the secrets of his hatred, the truth about my parents’ murder, and the twisted memories he swears I’ve buried. Because in this deadly game of vengeance and power, the line between hate and something far more dangerous grows thinner with every heartbeat

In one swift motion, he caught her by the neck, his grip unyielding. Lara snarled and thrashed, but Killian’s strength was overwhelming. “You foolish, useless wolf,” Killian growled, his voice dripping with disdain. “You think you can defy me and live?” With a cruel smile, he threw Lara against a nearby tree, the impact shaking the ground beneath us. Pain tore through me as I felt every blow she endured. Lara tried to stand, but Killian’s foot pressed down on her, pinning her to the ground. “You’ll learn your place,” he hissed. “Both of you.” My body began to shift again, the pain unbearable as Lara was forced back, and I returned to my human form. Lying on the ground, broken and bleeding, I looked up at him with all the hatred I could muster. “I hate you,” I whispered, my voice barely audible. Killian’s expression didn’t change. And then, darkness consumed me.

This is a compilation of random ideas of mine. Perhaps, if there is a story that has similarities with others, let me apologize first. Hope not get too hopeful for a quick update and this short story series is just a place for me to express or throw my most random ideas. Enjoy, beloveds. - Sincerely, Romanius

"Don't let me go, even if I beg!" He knows she's going to be an indulge toxin, yet letting her go will be a line of bane. --- Marina, a physical therapist, must choose between life and her pride in her desperation to help her parent in crushing debt. With her choice set, entering the underground to the risky offer she's compiled, she tries to find balance amid the chaos of the underground world. However, unaware to Marina she was already a spotted prey to the predator she's veiled on to hunt.

Ito po ay compilation ko po ng mga sinulat ko, sana po ay magustuhan nyo!? God bless you all!? Meron din po nyan sa Wattpad.

Felon /fè-lun/ Cruel; Wicked. I continued biting my lips whilst fidgeting with my finger nails, my mind still pondering over the question he asked minutes ago. "Ojalá éstos fueran mis dientes mordiéndote los labios." I heard him mumble under his breath. [I wish those were my fucking teeth biting your lips.] I threw a morose look in his direction. "Speak an apprehensible language." I snarled getting annoyed. "You need to get inside my mind to understand that." He responded nonchalantly shrugging off his shoulders. "I don't enter dirty places." I snapped rolling my eyes. "But I would really enjoy entering your dirty places."

This is a compilation of my one shit. It's called shit because I think it is shit. Anyways, you can use it as reference if you're planning on writing or you can just copy my work and make it a whole story. Just leave a name of your work so I can read it.

“You said you would leave me alone!” She snarled into his direction. “What the fuck are you doing in my bedroom?” “Pleasuring you.” He cooed before raising his shiny fingers, “Look how you coat me. How wet you are, Leah.” She stared at the glistening fingers in the moonlight. Gulping at the sight of them, she sighed wearily before turning her eyes to him, “Lea-Ahh..” she moaned as he plunged his fingers inside, one by one, leisurely with no hurry, making her her legs quiver. “God..” “God?” He whispered against her ear, “No god, sweetness. Just me.” . ****** It was a dream to live like Leah Adams. And it was something she wished for once every day when she looked at her classmate. It was just a wish, a little thought she had. Until it came true, quite literally. The opportunity was thrown in her lap by no one other than Leah’s Adams father. She had to behave like his daughter, study like his daughter and rule a school like his daughter would. But with her broken mind and spirit, it was easily said and done especially when she had no home to go back to. The home that was burned forever. ***** Dark romance. You have been warned.

Diary of a migrant family and their struggle to adapt to a new culture. Sweat and tears compiled in a diary and their sharing to support others facing the same challenges. Hoping you find a solution in these stories.

Dreaming is a wonderful thing whether it is a nightmare, fantasy and whatever genre there is . . ., because. . . . . it is a part of our thought and what we always have been desiring and hoping for us to have. Our way to escape reality and create our own fate and relive our fantasies. It's not that bad right?

Shadow of Desires From the Alleys of Lucknow to the Underworld’s Throne. Set against the grimy tapestry of Lucknow’s class divides and the glittering menace of global crime, Shadow of Desires traces the harrowing journey of Mufidul Sheeraz Akhtar—a boy forged by poverty, sharpened by betrayal, and consumed by the hunger to rewrite his destiny. The Spark of Ambition (2008–2015): Orphaned at 8 when his father, a low-ranking clerk, dies of cardiac arrest, Mufidul becomes the reluctant patriarch of a crumbling household. His mother, Shahana Parveen, battles UP’s bureaucratic quagmire to secure their meager pension, while his brothers—Zohrez, the dreamer, and Raheem, the sickly toddler—lean on him for survival. By 12, Mufidul masters the art of scarcity: diluting milk with gutter water, forging ration cards, and bribing local officials with *mithai* boxes. But when Zohrez nearly dies from counterfeit medicine sold at Prakash Medical, Mufidul’s innocence shatters. “Money isn’t desire,” he hisses to the night sky, “it’s armor.” The Descent (2016–2020): At 16, Mufidul drops out of City Montessori School, trading textbooks for contraband. He starts small—smuggling stolen car parts across the Nepal border—but his mathematician’s mind soon devises risk-reward algorithms that impress Lucknow’s underground kingpin, Raza Bhai. Under Raza’s tutelage, Mufidul learns to launder money through sari emporiums, hack into police databases, and exploit UP’s political rivalries. His first kill—a corrupt cop who threatens Raheem—leaves him trembling but addicted to the rush of control. By 19, he builds Zunar Enterprises, a front company trafficking arms from Myanmar’s rebel factions to Mumbai’s gang lords. The Ascent (2021–2028): Mufidul’s genius lies in his duality: the boy who still mends Zohrez’s torn shirts becomes the “Ghost of Gomti”, a phantom orchestrating heists from Macau to Marrakech. He infiltrates cryptocurrency markets, manipulates Bollywood studios for money laundering, and seduces an Interpol analyst (Ayesha Kapoor) to leak classified files. His signature move? Using childhood chess strategies to outmaneuver rivals—sacrificing pawns (loyal henchmen) to protect his queen (family). But as his empire grows—spanning 41 nations via shell companies, drug cartels, and stolen AI tech—the cracks widen. Shahana, now a hollow-eyed widow, disowns him after discovering his crimes. Zohrez, a law student, threatens to testify. The Unraveling (2029–2031): Interpol’s Operation Black Lotus paints Mufidul as Public Enemy #1. Betrayed by Ayesha, who plants a tracker in his vintage HMT watch, he flees through Lucknow’s labyrinthine gullies—past the kebab stalls and chess clubs of his youth—now a fugitive in the city that raised him. In a climactic showdown at the ruins of the Lucknow Residency, Mufidul faces Zohrez, now a prosecutor. “You became what killed Abbu,” Zohrez snarls, “greed wrapped in excuses.” The Shadow’s End: Cornered by NATO forces in Istanbul, Mufidul chooses cyanide over surrender. His final act? Transferring ₹8,400 crore to a secret account—not for his brothers, but to build free cardiac hospitals across Uttar Pradesh. *“Let them hate my name,”* his diary reads, *“but let my mother’s pension never fail again.”* --- Themes: - The Poverty Trap: How systemic rot in India’s welfare machinery breeds desperation. - Moral Calculus: Whether evil deeds can be justified as “love” for family. - Legacy: Can blood money ever cleanse itself? Style: Gritty, lyrical, and unflinchingly visceral—a Slumdog Millionaire meets Scarface tragedy rooted in the smells of Lucknow’s chaat stalls and the cold logic of offshore bank accounts. “They called him a monster. But monsters aren’t born—they’re sculpted by the hands that starved them".

When life is riddled with chaotic choices, people prefer the comfort of order. (Author's note:- This story is actually a compiled version of various alternative stories that at end gets converged and create a finale with theme and tropes of diverse categories. P.S. :- I will be updating synopsis as the story continues with each protagonists having their own "Saga".) 'SAGA ZAI' :- Zai ran away from his city to a town in the mountains in order to find his peace. His life was turned upside down once again when a catastrophe struck his life but he couldn't give up and somehow managed to wake up in a place called "Frozen Hell". (additional note: I will be uploading this story on RoyalRoad.com too)

"Shall I tell you a little secret? But I have to warn you, you won't like it." No one likes spoilers, therefore, I present this to you. "Is it a book filled with spoilers or a book specifically about spoilers?" Read between the lines, that is what you do when you are eager to find out. To figure out a secret, to interpret and keep note of what there is to come. "It is kind of like that, but I would rather refer to it as a compilation or a series." "Or an outline, a note, reminder for what'll end up happening, whatever sounds right to you." A story that has only one plot, universe, and meaning is not how you would describe this one. Spoiler though, you'll never be satisfied. /Extra/ "One more thing... None of this is real. Unless you know what exactly is going on."

the four-legged beast made its way to the table where we were hiding, that's when I experienced the full terror of my fear. I tightly closed my eyes in the hopes that the beat wouldn't see us because I was so terrified. I could hear the beast snarling and smell it since it smelled terrible. I put my hands over my lips while still breathing rather loudly. The growling ceased a few seconds later, and the odour vanished. When I opened my eyes after feeling a little calm, I saw the beast standing there silently looking at me. As it grabbed me by the leg and dragged me away from the table, I let out a terrified cry. Takoda, the girl whose father, brother and uncle were killed by the Misting varmint must go to Misting School to obtain the power to slay the beast, but things get worse when she figures the school wasn't as good as people claim it was.

Mu Evershade, the 21st century's most fearsome mercenary known as "Queen of Shadows", is reborn as a disdained cripple in a borderland city! Facing public humiliation from a broken engagement? Abandoned by her own clan? Divine providence intervenes—she's revealed as the long-lost treasure of the Imperial Guardian Manor! Awakening her Celestial Empress heritage, she forges divine pills, crafts primordial artifacts, commands mythical beasts, and weaves world-shattering arrays! As she ascends to godhood, regretful clans grovel while her ex-betrothed begs forgiveness. Yet the Mad Emperor who rules all realms crushes celestial thunder, snarling: "Who dares touch my treasure shall witness universal destruction!" Mu Evershade traces his blood-stained lips: "Hush... My throne shares space only for you, my eternal counterpart."

"Once upon a time..." "There was a young man named Fionn." "He was the king of the Hyperboreans, a civilization that thrived in the distant north of the world, where peace and harmony reigned beneath skies of eternal frost." "One day, during one of his habitual walks beyond the walls of his grand, crystalline castle, Fionn heard a peculiar sound—a sharp squealing that pierced the stillness of the white forest surrounding his domain." "Startled and alert, he gripped the hilt of his regal sword and followed the noise, his boots crunching softly over snow-dusted leaves. As he pushed through the pale foliage, the source of the sound revealed itself—a girl, cornered by a thur." "The creature was monstrous, towering over both the girl and Fionn himself. Its thick, gnarled skin was the color of ash, mottled with scars and patches of coarse, dark hair. A pair of jagged tusks jutted from its wide, snarling mouth, and its eyes glowed faintly, like embers in a dying fire. Long, sinewy arms ended in clawed hands that could snap trees like twigs, and its breath came out in ragged, steaming huffs, filling the air with a stench of decay." "The thur growled, advancing on the girl with a lumbering gait, its massive frame causing the ground to tremble faintly beneath its weight. Every instinct in Fionn's body screamed at him to flee, but he stood firm." "Drawing his sword in one fluid motion, the king lunged forward. With a single, decisive strike, he felled the monster, its roar silenced as it collapsed into the snow." "-Are you all right?- Fionn asked, his voice steady but gentle as he turned toward the girl." "But she didn't respond. She didn't even look at him." "Fionn frowned, puzzled by her silence. Perhaps she was too shaken by the attack to speak, he thought. Yet, something else caught his attention—something even more peculiar." "Her skin. It wasn't the pale, snowy white of the Hyperboreans. It was... pink. A soft, warm hue unlike anything he had ever seen." "-Ehm... I know this might sound a little inappropriate, but... where are you from? You don't look like anyone from here,- Fionn ventured cautiously, hoping for a reply. But still, she said nothing." "-Wait!- He suddenly realized, his eyes widening. -Could it be that you don't understand me?-" "If she didn't respond because she didn't know his language, then she couldn't be from Hyperborea—or even anywhere nearby. But where else could she be from? Beyond Hyperborea, there was only the vast, unending sea... wasn't there?" "-Could it be that she's from one of the other Nine Worl—- Fionn's thoughts were abruptly interrupted as the girl rose to her feet." "She stepped closer to him, her movements deliberate but strange, her expression unreadable. She—Oh!" ~Ronf~ ~Ronf~ ~Ronf~ "Looks like Artair is already asleep..." The mother lowered the book gently, a warm smile on her lips as she gazed at her son's peaceful face. "He must have played a lot today. I usually read him more of the story before he falls asleep..." Leaning over, she placed a soft kiss on his forehead. "Good night, my little Artair." With a quiet sigh, she tucked the blanket around him even more snugly than before, then rose from the bedside. Extinguishing the torch that lit his room, she left, closing the door behind her with care. In the dim stillness of the house, she paused, looking out through the small window at the darkened village. Her thoughts turned inward as she whispered to herself: "I hope, at least, that you'll be able to live a life free from war..."

Madeline knew he was the alpha of the werewolves, but… __ In Alaric, soulmates are bonded by a red string. Some people chose to go against their preordained fates, some chose to embrace it. However, when Madeline discovers she’s bonded to no, not a human, but the alpha of the pack she happened to stumble upon… Does she unintentionally fall for the devilish Alpha Xavier or does she decide her own path? __ EXCERPT: "Step forward," he ordered, his steely gaze landing on her. Madeline swallowed as a chill went down her spine. "You don't belong here," he snarled, making Madeline want to run despite her intuition which told her not to. Making a face, he narrowed his eyes and spat, "You're a human." Wide-eyed, Madeline stared back at him, her eyes meeting him before she felt something tighten around her pinky. Her heart tightened and began pounding faster than it did before. It flickered, but it was clear what it was. Everyone stared between them, back and forth in confusion. Whatever it was, it could only be seen by Madeline and Xavier. 'With a stranger? Are you kidding me?' He growled. Her heart raced, she was thinking the same thing. __ This book's cover is made by @vatarison.art (check him out on IG)!

Its a novel with all the elements mention in tags with a chill main character who enjoys life . There will be Actions and Fights and main character will grow stronger. Romance will not be forced. Additional Tags:- # Academy # Adventurers # Angels # Beautiful Female Lead #Bookworm #Calm Protagonist #Charming Protagonist #Curious Protagonist #Elves #Familial Love #Famous Protagonist # Fantasy World #First-time Intercourse #Goddesses #Handsome Male Lead #Hiding True Identity # Magic #Obsessive Love #Politics #Polygamy #R-18 #Reincarnated into Another World #Royalty # Strong Love Interests #Yandere SYNOPSIS :- You know how these reincarnation stories start right..?? I used to be this and that and got hit by a truck and reincarnated in another world as the greatest "____" And at last they became the thing mention in the novel title. But mine was a little different. I didn't want war, I just want peace. I used to be a software engineer at a black company and a part-time webnovel writer.  A fantasy novelist who was not well-known but still had a large fan base. I died because of heart-attack and was born as the youngest son in the noble family, and I was living a leisurely life free of power struggles.  Then I had to take a path for the future. Knight..?? Na, you have to do sword training day and night. Wizards..?? Na, you have to chop off your little brother to get rid of distraction. Work for the Empire..?? Why should I.?? I am a noble I have everything. Then what should I do..? Ohh.. Novels are very popular between nobles but each book was a compilation of literary works. Or should I say it was a collection of poems written by poets? Even popular romance novels were difficult to comprehend due to their highly expressive and unreadable content. Since I was a part-time web novel writer , I should let this world see my great powers... After the release of first book in newspapers- – A novelist who established a new paradigm. What is his name? – A hero epic that will be remembered for a long time. – Powerful expression and readability that can be imagined in the head. An easy-to-read book for people of all ages. – The Crown Prince of the Empire wants the author of ### to publish the next volume immediately. If he doesn't, we will catch him and lock him up in the Imperial Palace. – Not only that, but Princess has also urged to publish the next volume quickly… – All readers are hoping for the next volume to come out as soon as possible, and the author's identity must be revealed urgently… "This… what's happening...??" **Image is not mine And you may notice some similarity to some novels which is normal since I am also a reader so I take some elements to make my story better.

Eitsuma Middle School, a school built for children from impoverished families, located at the foot of an extremely remote mountain in the outskirts, it is often called the Mountain Foot Middle School. Eitsuma Middle School was founded in 1950, it has a history of more than seventy years. During these long years of time, many things happened in this school, including everything good and something bad, as all the other school does. However, maybe good and bad things are not the only thing that the students are aware of. The students are always attracted to interesting stories, tales, legends, and as well as all of the hidden cases. This is a compilation of the Tales of Eitsuma Middle School. "It is not a tale, it is not a legend, it is a secret." Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction, any resemblance are all purely coincidental.