Magiranger Smoky

"Nine Heavens cast down the Undying Tree, from the tomb the Immortal's bones were fetched; Taoist Venerable tut-tutted as they drank blood plasma, Old Buddha relished in the chew of meat; Beasts and livestock rang the Dharma Drum, city foxes and hole-dwelling rats boiled in the pot; In the Immortality Wine, the resentful spirits were fishy, at the Killing Banquet, the Dao Fruit was bitter!” In this world where Daoist Skill manifested, countless Sect Cultivators, Side Door Magicians, princes and scholars, officials of high rank and nobles all coveted immortality! Owl God Tomb, stealing heavenly secrets, Pearl Gathering Skill, Holy Infant Pill, bone effigies, Yin God Shrine, human-transformed monsters, Undying Elixir, Red Line Poison, Blood Immortal insects, Mermaid Meat, gold-threaded robes, Five Poisons Primordial Spirit, Seven Star Life Extension... They killed and harmed life only to steal the "Killing Dao Fruit" borne upon that Undying Tree! Until... a sly "Fishing Man" came to this world. Wang Yuan, born with the Small Book of Life and Death, had but a simple and unadorned dream: Amid bustling strings and smoky vistas, on a night bathed in moonlight, in peace and quiet did I lean on the rail, savoring the wind, toasting to the stars. With his "Bride in bridal clothes," watching the sunrise at Taishan in the morning, admiring Qionghua in Luoyang at noon, and drinking under the aurora by the North Sea in the evening. "But you all smell so incredibly fragrant! No more, none shall escape, for today I shall crowdfund Cultivating Immortality! Please... my treasure, turn around!” The blood-red veil of the Bride abruptly fluttered to the ground.

There was a boy who sat and stared at the smoky sky, with dreams to fly but never did. His name was Alice Jeidwell. Nineteen. Quiet. Street fighter. Just a kid trying to hold onto the few good things life hadn’t stolen from him yet. But in a city like Marlow—where the law is crooked, and hope rots faster than blood dries—good things don’t last. This is what happens when a boy loses everything… And chooses to keep going.

In a city humming with secrets and saxophones, two women drift toward the same smoky stage- one chasing escape, the other chasing survival. Beneath dim lights and over spilled gin, the night bends for no one. But when a voice unlike any other slices through the haze, everything stills. Glances linger. Time forgets itself. Whispers follow in the dark, but not all of them come from the mouths of men. Some stories are sung. Others are stolen. And some-some only begin when the music starts. Chapter updates every other 2-3 weeks.

"Mate," my wolf spoke loudly in my mind.  The smell hit me first. A smoky cedarwood, dark and heavy. My body reacted before my head even had a chance to process what was going on, and then I saw him. Alpha Elias Beaumont. He was tall, and handsome. His full dark hair made me feel bald and emerald eyes were sharper than the edge of a knife.  He stole the moment. The rest of the world went into oblivion. He was mine. I took one step closer and he retreated. The earth beneath my feet could have turned to liquid, it was that soft. Elias's face impossible to decipher, his jaw shut tight, his eyes burning with some feeling I had no notion how to classify. My wolf yelped in agony, but I held strong, muzzling my own breath into a level plane, waiting…waiting for him to speak. He felt it just like I did. I moved towards him, but he stopped me with his hand. "Don't," he warned.  And then, his words, individually like a blade, cutting through me. "I, Alpha Elias Beaumont of the Artemis Pack, deny you, Amara Kings, as my mate." ~ For eighteen years, Amara Kings has been nothing more than a ghost—a forgotten heir locked away in secrecy. On the night of her long-awaited debut, she senses her fated mate among the guests. But her dreams of love and freedom shatter when Alpha Elias Beaumont, the man destined to be hers, publicly rejects her and claims her sister, Kamla, instead. Betrayed and heartbroken, Amara swears Kamla will not get away with her deception. But when Kamla is found murdered that same night, all eyes turn to Amara. Branded a jealous killer, she is thrown into a nightmare of torture and humiliation at the hands of the mate who once denied her. But Amara is no ordinary wolf. As darkness rises and buried secrets unravel, she discovers a power within her that could reshape the entire werewolf world—or destroy it. With enemies lurking in the shadows, an obsessed Alpha vying for her heart, and Elias desperate for redemption, Amara must decide: will she seek vengeance, claim her rightful place, or carve a new destiny of her own? The truth was never meant to come to light. But now that it has, the world will never be the same.

When a burned-out marketing executive trades her corner office for a one-way ticket to Europe, she never expects to fall for the cynical travel blogger who keeps showing up at every stop. Juno Sinclair had it all figured out—until she walked out of a Chicago boardroom mid-presentation and bought a EuroRail pass instead of groceries. Armed with nothing but a backpack, her best friend Carmen's unsolicited advice, and a dangerous lack of plans, she's determined to find herself somewhere between Paris croissants and Barcelona rooftops. Enter Leo Moretti: sardonic Italian travel blogger, professional heartbreaker, and the last person Juno should trust with her fragile post-corporate soul. He's documenting Europe's hidden gems while nursing wounds from his own spectacular breakup, and he has zero interest in playing tour guide to another lost American tourist. But as their paths cross from smoky Parisian jazz bars to candlelit Roman trattorias, the chemistry becomes impossible to ignore. Between Leo's knowing smirks and Juno's fierce vulnerability, something real begins to bloom—until ghosts from Leo's past surface in Prague, forcing Juno to confront her deepest fear: that she's just another stop on someone else's journey. From the bohemian cafés of Montmartre to the sun-drenched cliffs of Santorini, Passport Hearts is a witty, emotional love letter to second chances, the courage to start over, and the people who teach us that the best destinations are the ones we choose together. Sometimes the journey finds you. Sometimes you have to fight for the destination. Perfect for fans of Christina Lauren and Emily Henry—a romantic comedy that will make you book your next adventure and believe in love that's worth the risk.

ThereThis world has many myths—some whisper of gods, others of forbidden knowledge. But none are as bizarre, delicious, and utterly dangerous as the legend of the Perfect Kebab. Sava Renkov, a disgraced food critic turned flavor-obsessed wanderer, wakes up one morning with a hunger that drives him to the edge of sanity. A scent haunts his dreams—smoky, sinister, and divine. Thus begins his descent into a strange underworld where meat talks, sauces scream, and spices unlock forgotten dimensions. Guided by cryptic strangers and pursued by enemies with silver tongues and flaming skewers, Sava must navigate surreal trials across markets that warp time, confront memories you can taste, and navigate a city that constantly rearranges itself. But there is something deeper at play. The Kebab is not just a meal; it’s a key. A key to what? Sava does not know yet—perhaps it leads to truth, madness, or something beyond flavor... something that is watching. Occasionally, he breaks the fourth wall to rant, cry, or whisper paranoid theories directly to you. Be prepared for that. "The Kebab of Eons" is a weird, mysterious, sometimes creepy, and often hilarious journey through obsession, madness, and the oldest hunger. You may laugh, you may feel confused, and you may never look at street food the same way again. But once you take the first bite... There’s no turning back.

He may have lost his memories, but he hasn't forgotten the warmth of her touch. Camilla Brentwood seemed to have it all. His love, his ring, and a promise of forever. She enjoyed all that until a stormy night changed everything. Billionaire Andrew Millers awakens from a coma with no memory of the woman who once held his heart. Instead, he finds Tanis, Camilla’s best friend who has now become a clever imposter, claiming his affection, his identity, and soon… his surname. Caught in a harsh web of lies and deceit, Camilla must battle not just for the truth, but for the man who once cherished only her. But how do you win back a heart that doesn’t recognize you… and doesn’t believe you? As secrets unfold, old passions reignite, and betrayal cuts deeper than ever, Camilla teeters on the brink of obsession and redemption. In this relentless struggle of love and memory—who will he ultimately choose when his heart starts to remember what his mind has forgotten? Excerpt (Teaser): "You look at me like we ‘ve shared something… something deep between us." Camilla's voice quivered, yet she remained steady. Her eyes locked onto his, caught in the whirlwind of feelings that had been building within her since the moment he forgot her. Andrew "Drew" Millers, the man who once ignited her passion and stirred her heart, stood mere inches away. His smoky eyes and tempting lips were unchanged, but now they felt empty. Frigid. Still, there was a flicker behind his lashes—something unspoken and unsettling. He took a step closer. His cologne enveloped her, dark leather mingled with memories of forbidden nights. His presence filled the air, making it hard to breathe, hard to think. "Do I know you?" he asked, his voice a smooth, low rasp that had once made her weak in the knees. Now, it felt like a sharp blade. Camilla's breath caught in her throat. Her fingers clenched at her sides. "You used to explore every part of me with your hands," she murmured, searching his expression. "You called me your home... your everything….. we imagined a future together" His jaw tightened. She pressed on. "You once said," she continued, her voice now a fierce whisper, “that even if you lost your memory, your body would still long for mine before your mind could catch up.” Silence hung heavily between them. Then his gaze fell to her lips. He moved without thinking, or perhaps it was the instinct that drove him. One hand cradled her jaw, while the other gripped her waist as if he were relearning how to breathe. And then… He kissed her. Passionately. Desperately. Like instinct had finally broken free. Tanis's voice cut through the moment like a sharp knife. "Drew!" He pulled away from Camilla as if he had been scorched, but his breath was uneven, and his pupils were wide. "What the hell was that?" he demanded. Camilla's smile was tinged with sadness. "That," she replied softly, "was your soul recalling what your mind has forgotten." [Add to collection to see what Tanis does next—and why Drew finds himself calling out Camilla’s name in his sleep the following night… with Tanis lying right next to him, making him question everything… especially the woman he believes he’s about to marry.]

Kaizer Saint is a living legend whispered about in smoky pool halls—a maestro of the cue ball known for his uncanny ability to make impossible shots, a style reminiscent of the great Efren Reyes. But age, arthritis, and a lifetime of regrets have taken their toll. Once hailed as the "Saint of the Side Pocket," he's now a grizzled hustler playing in low-stakes tournaments, haunted by missed opportunities and fractured relationships. During the final shot of a make-or-break match, a shot requiring his signature, almost supernatural touch, Kaizer collapses, clutching his chest as the winning ball drops. He dies filled with the bitter taste of "what ifs." But death isn't the end. Kaizer awakens with a gasp, finding himself not in a hospital or the afterlife, but in his childhood bedroom. It's 1995. He's back in his awkward, skinny fifteen-year-old body, decades before his prime, yet possessing every ounce of knowledge, every calculated angle, every nuance of spin he learned over a fifty-year career. Armed with the mind of a pool god and the body of an unassuming teenager, Kaizer faces an unprecedented second chance. He can reclaim the glory that faded, fix the mistakes that cost him his family and fortune, and perhaps, finally achieve the undeniable legacy he always craved. Navigating the pitfalls of teenage life—high school, clunky technology, parents who see him as just a kid—while possessing the strategic mind and world-weary cynicism of an old man proves to be a unique challenge. But the allure of the green felt is irresistible. As he steps back into the pool halls of his youth, his prodigious, almost unbelievable skills immediately turn heads. Local sharks, future rivals, and figures from his past encounter a boy who plays with the ghostly precision of a master they've never heard of. "The Ghost Stroke" follows Kaizer's journey as he navigates this strange rebirth. Can he use his unparalleled knowledge to dominate the pool world from the ground up, forging a new destiny? Can he mend the relationships he broke the first time around, or will his old habits and the secrets of his past life threaten to derail his second chance? It's a story of redemption, impossible shots, and the haunting question: if you could do it all over again, knowing everything you know now, could you truly change your fate?

Andy's life is falling apart. After losing her job in New York City, she returns to her hometown in East Tennessee to live with her grandmother, who needs more help than Andy ever could have anticipated. At least Andy has Mary, her new hiking buddy. Until Andy learns that Mary comes with a complicated history.

Emmie’s heart pounded as the figure rose from the shadows, thicker and grayer than before—a far more earthbound and sinister version of the one he thought he’d conquered. The sparkling light from the crystals above seemed to be sucked away, leaving a suffocating emptiness. Even the sound of his friends’ breaths around him grew faint, their voices—one of concern, another of reassurance—muffled echoes through the cavern behind him. Yet he knew he had to press forward, deeper into the darkness, and face this alone. For now. The figure stepped closer, slow and deliberate, its glowing eyes radiating an icy malevolence. “You think you’ve overcome your fears?” it hissed, its voice sharp and grating. “That was nothing. I am the fog inside you—the one you ignore, the one that carves at you.” Emmie swallowed hard, forcing himself upright despite the shaking in his legs. “I’m not afraid of you,” he said, summoning courage he didn’t fully feel. “I’ve come too far to turn back.” The figure’s laughter crawled down his spine. “Brave, so brave… but so foolish. You’ve barely begun to uncover the truths buried in your soul. Your doubts, your regrets, your anger—they feed me.” For a moment, Emmie faltered. The words clawed at wounds he’d tried to ignore, stirring his doubts: Could he truly protect his friends? Were his choices enough? The darkness seemed to press closer, suffocating him with its weight. But then he remembered Mira’s voice, full of faith. He thought of Amara’s bright laughter and Cory’s unwavering support. They had believed in him when he couldn’t believe in himself. “Maybe I do doubt,” Emmie admitted, meeting the figure’s glowing gaze. “But those doubts don’t define me. My friends believe in me, and I believe in myself.” The figure’s eyes narrowed, frustration flickering within. “Conviction alone won’t save you,” it hissed. “Your friends are far, and here, it’s just you and me.” It raised its arm, and the shadows coiled into smoky tendrils, striking toward him. Emmie dodged just in time as they slammed into the ground, shattering the stone and sending shards flying. His heart raced, his footing unsteady, but he pushed himself upright. A faint light flickered in his hand—small but wholly his. The figure laughed, mocking him. “Is that all? A tiny flicker? Pathetic.” Emmie clenched his jaw. “It’s enough,” he said. “This light is everything I fought for, everything I believe in.” The figure snarled, and the darkness surged again, crashing against Emmie’s light. Straining against the tide, he closed his eyes and steadied his breathing. He thought of his friends, their unwavering faith, and his purpose. The light steadied, burning brighter. At that moment, he heard their voices—Mira, Amara, and Cory—calling to him. The sound reignited his resolve. As their light joined his, the shadow recoiled, its form shattering under their combined strength. The figure’s voice echoed as it faded: “This isn’t over, Emmie. This is just the beginning.” Emmie stood firm, unwavering. “I’ll be ready. Let’s finish this.”

In the chaotic heart of Kathmandu, two bumbling university cousins-Momo (named after her dad's dumpling obsession) and Maya-navigate academic failure, smoky alleyway misadventures, and their eccentric Momo(a type of Dumpling)-vendor friend Bishnu Dai. Their Raksi (alcohol) -fueled night takes a sinister turn when they stumble upon Bishnu worshipping a grotesque Lakhey (a horned demon from Nepali folklore), shifting their comedy of errors into a chilling horror crescendo. Think Scooby-Do with Jujutsu Kaisen.

The biting Seoul wind whipped around Kim Junmyeon as he hurried between his three jobs. At 6 AM, he was a barista, the smell of burnt coffee a familiar alarm clock. By noon, he was a delivery boy, his bicycle a lifeline weaving through the city's chaotic streets. Evenings found him washing dishes in a bustling bar, the clinking glasses a soundtrack to his exhaustion. Each task was a desperate attempt to pay off his father's crippling debts and his mother's mounting hospital bills. His mother's illness was a constant weight, a shadow clinging to his every moment. He'd promised her he'd get her the best treatment, a promise that felt increasingly impossible to keep. The bar, "The Crimson Moon," was his newest source of income, a last-ditch effort to stave off financial ruin. It was there, amidst the smoky haze and clinking glasses, that he first saw him. He was a force of nature, radiating an aura of power and danger. His name, he later learned, was Park Chanyeol. Chanyeol was everything Junmyeon wasn't: wealthy, powerful, and undeniably captivating. Their first encounter was brief, a fleeting glance across a crowded room, yet it left Junmyeon breathless. He didn't know then that Chanyeol was a Mafia boss, a fact that would soon become brutally clear. Chanyeol's interest in Junmyeon was immediate, bordering on obsession. He pursued him relentlessly, his offers of wealth and protection veiled threats. Junmyeon, however, remained steadfast in his refusal. He was fiercely independent, his pride a shield against Chanyeol's overwhelming presence. He wouldn't be bought, not even by a man as alluring and dangerous as Chanyeol. Then came the crisis. His mother's condition worsened, the hospital bills escalating into an insurmountable mountain. Desperation clawed at him, pushing him to the brink. He remembered Chanyeol's business card, a stark reminder of the impossible choice before him. With trembling hands, Junmyeon dialed the number. He met Chanyeol at his opulent home, a stark contrast to Junmyeon's cramped apartment. The air crackled with tension, the silence punctuated only by the rhythmic tick of a grandfather clock. Chanyeol's offer was blunt, devoid of sentimentality: a deal in exchange for Junmyeon's financial woes. Sex, without emotional attachment. A purely transactional arrangement. It was a degrading proposition, yet Junmyeon found himself accepting. His mother's life hung in the balance, and he would do anything to save her. The deal was struck, a pact sealed in the shadows of Chanyeol's lavish mansion. Their first encounter was raw, devoid of tenderness. Yet, amidst the stark reality of their arrangement, a flicker of something else ignited. A spark of connection, a silent acknowledgment of their shared vulnerability. This is where their story begins. Will their arrangement blossom into something more profound, defying the boundaries they've set? Or will their paths ultimately diverge, leaving them strangers once more? The answer lies in the chapters yet to come. This is just a beginning. You can develop their relationship, explore their individual struggles, and build the suspense around their forbidden love. Remember to focus on character development, exploring their inner conflicts and motivations. The contrast between Junmyeon's humble background and Chanyeol's powerful world offers rich potential for dramatic tension and emotional depth.

In a world where the boundaries between nations have been blurred by the dominance of mega-corporations, the balance of power hangs by a thread. The year is 2024, and the planet is gripped by a relentless struggle for supremacy between two corporate behemoths: Bio-ring Corporation and Deten Corporation. Born from the ashes of the Second World War, these titans of industry have risen to prominence, wielding their influence over every aspect of human existence. In the West, Bio-ring Corporation reigns supreme, its roots stretching back to the smoky alleys of New York City where its founder, Gallian Maxwell, first laid the foundation for his empire. With a stranglehold on the weapons manufacturing, biotechnology, pharmaceutical, and technology sectors, Bio-ring's reach extends far beyond the borders of any single nation. Its armies of mercenaries and cutting-edge technology make it a force to be reckoned with, its grip on power unyielding and absolute. In the East, Deten Corporation holds sway, its origins rooted in the war-torn streets of post-war Japan. Founded by Kayuga Deten in the wake of devastation, Deten Corporation quickly rose to prominence, leveraging its influence in weapons manufacturing, biotechnology, pharmaceuticals, and the financial sector to cement its dominance. With its headquarters nestled in the heart of Tokyo, Deten's reach extends deep into the corridors of power, its coffers overflowing with wealth and ambition. Caught in the crossfire of this corporate conflict is Max Hilton, owner of Max Corp, a private military corporation with a hunger for power and wealth that knows no bounds. As the war between Bio-ring and Deten escalates, Max finds himself thrust into a world of intrigue and betrayal, where alliances are fleeting and loyalties are tested at every turn. But Max is no stranger to the cutthroat world of corporate warfare. With his trusted lieutenant, Sarah, by his side, he navigates the treacherous waters of this shadowy underworld with cunning and precision. Together, they will stop at nothing to secure their place in the annals of history, even if it means sacrificing everything they hold dear. As the shadows of corporate war descend upon them, Max Hilton and his allies must confront their own demons and make impossible choices in a world where the only rule is survival of the fittest. In this epic saga of greed, ambition, and betrayal, the fate of nations hangs in the balance, and only the strongest will emerge victorious. This is the story of the Shadows of Corporate War.

"I promise you Lilian, I won't stop till I kill every single vampire in this existence '' These words came from Amelia, she was at the cemetery at the grave of her little sister. She's a werewolf from the Rodriguez family, unlike all other werewolves, she was special, she was said to be blessed with the moon goddess thus giving her a whole different power level. She was donned in her normal assassin suit, a white shirt, skinny trousers with a red belt, and a red hooded cape accompanying her suit. She looked up at the full silver moon, its rays bestowed on her, her eyes turned white, her fangs elongated out slightly. Then she dashed away. ……… At a party ground, creatures were seen, due to their pale white skin, and unnatural red eyes, one could tell they are vampires, they were having a blood feast, they danced while sipping out the delicious blood from their victims, the atmosphere was not a pleasing one, red smoky aura filled the vicinity. Abruptly they heard a snarling sound, they all turned and behold it was her mysterious Werewolf. "That will be the last celebration you'll ever have, for your time has run out in this world" She voiced out with such boldness and fierceness. Her wood was on, as her long brunette hair, dripped out, extending beneath her breast, her face wasn't a friendly one, looking at her eyes was a terror, her razor sharp claws were out, ready to cause a massacre. "It's you again! attack her!" The head vampire ordered his fellow, they all bolted at her with superhuman speed. Amelia gave a battle stance, then a faint smile appeared on her face, revealing her evil intentions. She leaped up very high, as the glory of the full moon showed behind her, she landed with a slash on a vampire's chest that turned the creature to ashes. …….. Amelia was an average woman, she was born in a family of wealth, as her father Mr Rodriguez owns one of the biggest companies in manila. The moment she was born, a prophecy came, that she's the Divine Werewolf, the one destined to kill the Shaitan Vampire, the one whose soul was imprinted on it the devil's mark. But Amelia'a loving heart turns to lust for vengeance, when a vampire killed her little sister, she was eight years old then, they were playing in the garden, when it happened, ever since she had sworn to hunt down Vampires with her powers. But her life once again experienced light when she fell in love with Aiden, a staff in her dad's Company, finally she had a reason to be happy. But disaster came when she discovered he was a vampire, not just any Vampire, but the Shaitan Vampire, and even Aiden had no idea of who he was, her dad and the entire werewolf clan was totally against her love, Aiden is a good person, but his newly discovered self was a curse. Will Amelia choose her love over her duty or will she have to eliminate him, to fulfill the prophecy. ……. "You have to kill him now Amelia, before he transform into a full flesh Vampire" "But Dad! I love him" "Love has no place at this point, he is the cursed Vampire, the lord of the night, king of darkness, master of hell and god of the deceased had placed his mark on him, he is the Shaitan Vampire……….

In order to be loved, she changed her whole personality, but all she got in return was a cold husband and her unrequited feelings. Now that she lost her memories and went back to her old self, she's determined to never love again. She wouldn't let anyone trample on her anymore. But then, why is her husband coming back around again - turning over a new leaf and wanting to take her back so desperately? "You should know well by now, my beloved wife. Didn't you change yourself for love...?" he muttered vehemently, voice low and smoky. His unwavering eyes are blazing with passion and a deep sense of endearment that she'd never seen before. This isn't her husband at all - instead of cold, his gaze appears to be on fire. "The same goes for me... So, love me, love me not - you're going to take responsibility." --- Impassive, strait-laced, stiff and very compliant - that's how everyone sees Cassidy Eleanor. She's an underdog wife who's desperate to gain her husband's affection and would even sacrifice her own freedom. Coming from an unknown background, she was neglected by her spouse, persecuted by his family, and misjudged in her workplace. That's all until it came to a point when she already had enough. In an effort to flee from the clutches of a loveless marriage and all the obligations that were forced on her, she got herself a ticket and boarded a plane. Little did she know that a bombing incident would ultimately ruin her plan to start anew. Then, before she knew it, she woke up to find herself with a type of amnesia that caused her to forget everything that happened to her when she's past the age of eighteen-years-old. To be exact, Cassidy had gone back to her old self - right before she met her husband, Adrian Millicent. --- Cold, distant, steely and iron-willed - that's how everyone sees the owner of the country's richest conglomerate. Adrian is known to be a prodigious figure in a variety of fields and commerce, a prestigious individual with billions of assets, and a man of outstanding achievements overall. He used to be the most-sought-after bachelor of the country, but only to get in an arranged marriage by his grandparent - with a woman of unknown origin, to boot. He really couldn't care less, though. After all, he never needed love to begin with. That's all until Adrian found this reserved and amenable wife of his acting like a wild and boisterous teenage girl one day. -- WFP #23 Gold Tier Winner -- [Warning: Mature Content] (Cover Photo Not Mine: Credits to the original artist) - Follow me on Instagram (acieetin) - DM me on Discord (Aciee#1841)

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A shady past, A second chance at life, A promise of vengeance, And a plan in motion... "You've changed so much Wuxia,This is not you! My Twinkle wouldn't be in a ten metre distance near a cigarette talk less of smoking," Fu Guangli condemned with a tone of reproach, but it only made the smile on Li Xiu Ying's face wider. She took in a deep drag and blew a beautiful smoky ring at his face. "I agree with you Bunny. This is not the Twinkle you know, that little innocent girl died years ago and the creature standing in front of you is anything but your Twinkle," she walked closer to him and poked his chest with her manicured index finger, venom was evident in her voice as she said her next words, "all thanks to you." Fu Guangli was quick to grab her wrist and slam her into the nearest tiled wall of the bathroom, Li Xiu Ying winced at the impact. "So that's why you're here now? Because you want revenge?!" Fu Guangli yelled at her face. "No." Li Xiu Ying's voice softened drastically and she raised her hands to trace the contours of his chiseled face in only what can be perceived as affection. "I want you back."

"Magic is dangerous for those who weren't born with it." Then came a certain damsel of destruction - overpowered even, though born as an ordinary human. Through a special type of magic, she takes form of various mythical beings - A slaying queen. An eight-tailed ghoulish monster. A scythe-wielding enthraller. A red-eyed demonness. Such and more. But then again, great power has to come with a price. --- Story Synopsis --- If Angelica "Eli" Claes were to tell what kind of role she'd most likely have if she's inside a book, she'd definitely be a mere backdrop character - especially with her grey hair, thick glasses, nerdy mien, introverted nature, and her plain appearance overall. But then again, this bookworm would rather just read and be the audience instead of filling in the shoes of a heroine that bores people to death - Or so she hoped. Never had she imagined that she'd end up taking the villainess route one day, and it's all because of a certain antagonist in a novel she'd been reading - Empress Venus, a dreaded ruler who fell on her own blade. Soon, Eli finds herself in a love-and-hate relationship with this group of gentlemen who're just too perfect to be considered 'non-fiction', throwing all her attempts to avoid becoming the center-of-attention out of the window. They also turn out to be the esteemed Student Council and the most popular guys at school, yet for an organization that protects peace and order, they sure are eager to wage war against her. Enter the perfect Student Council President who's all smiles and sparkles, the charming and blithesome Vice President, the gallant Public Information Officer known for being a social butterfly, the academy chairman's heir who strives to surpass his elder brother, and a certain classmate of hers sought by every Sports Club at school yet chose to work as a library assistant instead. Little did the bookworm know that these people aren't really who they appear to be. --- An excerpt --- "Shall we do something special?" Surprised by how smoky his voice seemed to come out, she can't help but gape a little. Before she can even make a retort, though, he suddenly raises his hand and covers her eyes with it. "H-Hal? What are you..." Unbeknownst to Eli, Hal really can't afford to reply at the moment.  Shutting his eyes closed, he then kisses the back of his hand that's covering her forehead. That's when a cool gust of wind blows by, scattering her silver strands in the air and making the scene even more picturesque. They remain in that intimate position for a while until she realizes that he's been holding her hands the whole time.  "H-Hal... What's wrong...?" she managed to blurt out despite her nonplus. Hal eventually pulls away after a few seconds of contact. Right then, his hand moves from her eyes then to her cheek, encasing it gently. Eli feels her face heating up at how he keeps looking at her with a fond smile. His grinning golden orbs match the coruscant brilliance of the stars at the night sky, especially with how they continue brimming an unfathomable kind of endearment. "Thanks for the memory, Eli." --- This is where a bookworm's love for reading, fused with a little touch of magic, gives birth to a half-heroine and half-villainess protagonist. - Weak-to-strong female lead - Two Minds in One Body - Reverse Harem but not off-the-bat - Heroes/Villains with a cause - Highschool, Family and Royalty Drama - Not Your Ordinary Transmigration/Reincarnation Story (BOOK TWO ONCOMING) (Cover Photo's not mine: Credits to the original artist) --- - Follow me on Instagram (acieetin) - DM me on Discord (Aciee#1841)

A great and distinguished human being once said that “We do not need guns and bombs to bring peace into the world, we need love and compassion.” But, what if you found yourself in a Lawless and apocalyptic world. Are Love and Compassions truly enough to bring peace or do we need to add a little seasoning of Guns and Bombs? Jonathan was originally a small weapons dealer that only cared about two things in his life, selling weapons and women. Due to his profession as an arms dealer, he was always shunned by society and labeled as an evil being. However, on a fatal day, he was shot and killed by the same guns he had sold. Nonetheless, his journey didn’t stop there. Watch how Jonathan becomes a well-known weapons dealer and made the world a "better place" with the same weapons that most people despise in his original world after transmigrating into an apocalyptic world with an ultimate weapons system. However, before that, he had to deal with a tiny little problem. Ohh God, why the hell did I transmigrate into the body of a hot smoky woman, but wait, why does my little "brother" is still here? First of all the cover isn't mine and all the credits go to the owner. As you can see, this is a rewrite of a little project I used to work on years ago. English isn't my first language, so don't expect perfect grammar and shit.

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Disclaimer: This story contains a mature scene. Readers must be 18 years old in above. Lucia Marie Hernandez grew up knowing what's wrong and right that her mother taught her. Being responsible is her duty but sometimes becoming a naive person is not an excuse. She know that she's lacking and being aware of that helps her to remind herself to know what her boundaries. Narcus Apollo Celestial, one of the heirs of Celestial Empire. The mysterious guy with a smoky and dark aura caught her eyes. He's dangerous and Lucia knows that, but why is she's always caught in his captivating aura? She doesn't understand her feelings. Why that man is always giving her an unknown emotions? This is dangerous! As long as it is early she need to avoid him because she know boundaries and limitations is her expertise. Credits to the book cover Painting: The Kiss by Gustav Klimt

In the end, an accident happens, and a wisp of fragrant soul from another world awakens inside this body. The strongest female immortal, Lin Rui, looks at herself in the mirror, repulsed by the thick, smoky makeup on her face, and her colorful hair. She purses her lips and thinks to herself, ’This… What on earth is this?!’   "Mr. Yun, the cables attached to the diva Lin Rui's body are broken, she’s left suspending on the only one that’s still intact!”   "It's okay," Yun Ze says in a proud tone.   "Mr. Yun, Diva Lin Rui went to the primeval forest to participate in a reality show, and brought a bunch of beasts back with her!”   "Let her be," Yun Ze says indulgently.   "Mr. Yun, Diva Lin Rui's scandal is on the hot search, rumor has it that she is with a mysterious man… Huh? Where did Mr. Yun go?"

The handsome, noble, cold, and ruthless family heir Ignatius Leclair took a liking to the fostered girl Delphine Carter in his home. From then on, the aloof man transformed into a loyal companion, taking care of children, cooking... The entire aristocratic circle was utterly shocked, with everyone envying. Delphine Carter smiled serenely: cunning, energetic, vengeful, a different persona by day and night. [Reading Tips: 1V1, both protagonists are pure, sweet story, the heroine is beautiful.]

Mungkin dunia menganggapku gadis super, jadi pembuat masalah tidak cukup satu untukku. Aku mendapatkan dua. Sonia memilih tinggal bersama Kakek dan Neneknya daripada harus memilih untuk tinggal dengan salah satu dari ayah atau ibunya yang baru saja bercerai. Berharap mendapatkan ketenangan hidup, dia justru mendapatkan masalah dengan. Hazza adalah tetangga yang tidak beradab, makhluk gua yang tidak tahu cara yang baik bersosialisasi. Cowok ganteng super jutek yang membuatnya mendapatkan julukan Si Bukan Pacarnya Hazza di sekolah. Selain itu, ada Kukuh, cowok hiperaktif yang tidak akur dengan Hazza yang terus mengikutinya kesana kemari yang membuatnya harus berurusan dengan geng The Smoky.

Alayna has just graduated high school with her best friend, Kouver. As an early Christmas present from Kouver's parents, the girls, Kouver's boyfriend, Mason, and her jaw-dropping brother, Emerson are gifted a two-week vacation in a beautiful cabin in the Great Smoky Mountains. Find out what happens as the four of them go on an adventure of a lifetime in the Love Shack!

"The forecast of thousands years ago, now, is almost a reality. I sniffing, that the girl who was whirling around with a smoky iron already in sight, "exclaimed Lucifer. Yes, there’s a girls who speeding with a mini-motor. "Come on, please more faster and hit a power pole!" The two UWe exclaimed and very excited. But, the girl who is expected to have an accident is very agile, there is no sign of an accident. "Outrageous, our hope is hopeless!" UWe-6 said, disappointed. Who is she? She is Ze and her motorcycle which named Blop. . "Are you attracted to the death well action? I think that you're very brave girl," an old man said to her. What’s do by Ze? Is she agree to be a death well player? Is she safe from satan who will kidnaping her? If she do that, she’ll become a ghost hunter.

A group of tiny and highly advanced human scientists traversed dimensions and ended up on earth in the year 2017. Initially, they were overjoyed when their dimensional experiments were a success however, a smoky female human the size of their largest space battleships appeared and stared at them with red eyes burning with anger. Left-arm commander Lefie Marcel shouted in the intercoms "Commander! We are being attacked!"

His foot limped while he was trying to run with his life for the remaining strength in his worn-out body, which was embroidered with thorns. His blood fell like a heavy rain from those wounds caused by the one behind him, so he had nothing but groaning in pain and moving forward quickly, until he heard the sound of his body hitting the ground without his awareness. That smoky body moved, flaming towards him in a swaying manner, he did not hear a sound from it or smell it, it only flared up and sent its smoke towards him. A smoky haze clouded his exploding eyes in fear, making him panic even more. So his body flopped on the wet ground like a lamb being slaughtered. He felt death approaching when the picture drawn became clear of a woman tilting her head and smiling at him in joy, to know that he had become cursed so that he could ride on the coals side by side with her. She moved closer to him and whispered in her velvety tone that sent successive shivers inside him: _Men's hearts are really like a pendulum. The other fell back in fear, almost crying, for the other to follow: - Didn't they tell you before that good is a woman... and evil is a woman. The other's tears fell while he was rubbing his hands against her, asking for forgiveness, but what was in response was a loud giggle that made him more terrified. Seconds for everything to turn into ashes and every being released in that dark middle of the forest evaporates.