Superman Hush

Ke Mingye accidentally gained the ability to read identities and soon discovered that his family members were an extremely complex mix. Seemingly ordinary family members each had their own secret identities: —— "Superheroes," "magical girls," "ninjas," "aliens," "vampires," "employee of Anomaly Control Bureau ," "dragonkin," "diviners"... Day and night, each family member tried their best to keep their secret identity hidden, so they made their days extraordinarily mysterious, behaving as normal as possible in front of anyone. But the identities they desperately concealed were nothing more than a string of data on the player panel to Ke Mingye. Just when Ke Mingye was lamenting that there wasn't a single normal person in his family, he received a main quest from the game system... —— "Eradicate the Superhumans." "Eradicate... the superhumans?" Sitting at the dining table, Ke Mingye was stunned for a long time, with his chopsticks in his mouth, as he turned his head to survey the room full of superhumans and thought to himself that this was pretty a "happy" surprise！XD

King Niklaus Mikaelson, a name that resonated with both fear and reverence across the Mythralian Peninsula, was a figure shrouded in a dark, commanding aura. His reputation as the most ruthless and strongest ruler had been etched into the annals of history through countless conquests and acts of sheer dominance. The Kingdom of Emberlyn, his seat of power, had become a formidable force under his iron-fisted rule, expanding relentlessly as he sought to unite the entire peninsula beneath his banner. Niklaus was a man who wielded authority like a weapon, his charisma a tool for bending others to his will. To the world, he was the epitome of power and allure, the man every woman desired and every rival feared. Yet, beneath his striking exterior and regal bearing lay a darkness as deep and unyielding as the obsidian blade he kept sheathed at his side. In the resplendent Kingdom of Aquarion, where the gentle whispers of the wind and the serene beauty of the landscape paint a portrait of tranquility, Princess Emily Wilson stands as a luminous enigma. As the eldest and middle daughter of King Wilson, Emily is a figure both revered and shrouded in mystery, a living legend whose beauty is spoken of in hushed, reverent tones. Emily’s physical beauty is legendary, though it remains largely unseen by the world beyond her family. Her rare blue eyes, deep and mesmerizing, are said to capture the essence of the sky and the sea, reflecting a depth of emotion and intelligence that transcends mere appearance. Her blonde hair, a cascade of sunlit strands, frames her face with a halo of ethereal light, adding to her mystique. To those who have glimpsed her, Emily is a vision of unparalleled grace, a princess whose beauty is as captivating as it is elusive. Yet, Emily’s allure extends far beyond her physical appearance. She embodies a unique blend of wisdom, strength, and purity, qualities that make her a formidable presence in her kingdom. Her wisdom is profound, her decisions guided by an insight that belies her years. She approaches her role with a sense of purpose and clarity, balancing the weight of her responsibilities with the grace of a true leader.

In her past life, she was betrayed, and the pain still lingered. Yet, when she got a chance for redemption, she took it, despite her fear. Her sole goal was to ensure that she didn't suffer hell again. But fate had other plans. When she met him, she discovered that his home was hell. Lucian Kenz was charming, captivating, and everything that could capture her heart. "Hey, honey, you're not leaving tonight. Stay with me," he said, his voice low and husky. I felt a shiver run down my spine as he gazed at me with piercing eyes. "But that's against the rules," I replied, trying to sound firm despite the tremble in my voice. Lucian chuckled, his eyes glinting with amusement. "I will break any rules for you, baby," he whispered, his breath sending shivers down my spine. He held my chin, his fingers sending sparks of electricity through my skin, and kissed me. At first, it was just a kiss. But then I felt his tongue send something cold into mine. I pulled away, shocked and disoriented, and spat into my hand. My eyes widened in horror as I stared at Lucian. "You...," I began, my voice trembling with fear and revulsion. But before I could finish, Lucian shushed me. "Hush, darling," he smirked, his eyes glinting with amusement.

WARNING: DARK ROMANCE, MATURE The judge's lips curved into a thin, wicked smile as her gaze locked onto Asher. She stepped forward, her black lace gown trailing behind her like a dark, flowing shadow. Beneath the mask that obscured her eyes, something cold and knowing gleamed—a predator sizing up its prey. Asher’s pulse quickened. He hadn’t expected this. No one had. From his seat, Mr. Evergland studied the scene with careful detachment, one hand resting casually on the arm of his throne-like chair. The room was tense, a ripple of hushed murmurs passing through the vampire assembly. Some watched with fascination. Others with growing unease. A few even looked outright afraid. The judge’s voice shattered the silence, calm but laced with a chilling authority. "You’ve made your choice," she said, each word deliberate. "You want to challenge this union, to save your sister... but you offer yourself as the prize. Very well. Let’s make it official." Asher froze, his breath caught in his chest. Official. The word settled over him like an iron weight, suffocating the air in the room. He had walked into this with no plan, no backup—but now it was too late to back down. The judge raised her hand, and the crowd fell into stunned silence. Her voice rang out again, carrying a finality that reverberated through the cold marble walls. "Tonight, Asher of the Kapella family," she declared, her tone unwavering, "you will not only interrupt our ceremony—you will replace it. We will honor the bond you’ve offered, and in doing so, I will bind you to me." A collective gasp swept through the room. Eyes flicked nervously between Asher and the judge. He could feel the weight of every gaze, but his own mind was spinning. This can’t be happening. This wasn’t part of the plan. "What do you mean?" he stammered, panic creeping into his voice. He had thought he was making a stand, but now it felt like the ground was slipping out from under him. "I... I didn’t mean—" The judge’s smile deepened, cruel and sharp. She tilted her head, as if savoring his discomfort. "Did you really think there would be no consequences?" she asked, her voice silk over steel. "You’ve disrupted our world, Asher. You’ve made your offer, and now... you’ll fulfill it. In the most fitting way." ______ In the desolate world of Rakan, the Evergland Clan reigns supreme as the most powerful royal vampire family. In a bid to secure an alliance, they seek a marriage candidate for their son and turn to the most coveted human family in the land, the Kapellas, who, despite their status, live in poverty and misfortune. This human family consists of a widowed mother, an eldest daughter, and two sons: the youngest son, who is mute, and the eldest son, Asher, who is terminally ill. The Evergland Clan arranges a grand dinner and ball to unite the families. Though the eldest daughter, the family’s pillar of strength, has already found love with another human, she is nonetheless chosen to marry the vampire heir. Bound by duty but conflicted by her heart, she is set to fulfill the Evergland Clan’s wishes. During the proceedings, Asher, determined to protect his sister from a loveless union, takes a bold step. He interrupts the wedding and takes over, giving himself up to a mysterious women. Unaware of the consequences this declaration will bring, Asher unknowingly opens the door to a fate far darker than he could have anticipated.

In a world suffocating beneath the weight of unbridled savagery, where corruption festers in every vein of power, a solitary man emerges as both zealot and executioner. Devoted to his fractured creed, he wields violence as a purifying force, severing the strong from their thrones and drenching the earth in sanguine retribution. Yet, as his righteous carnage carves rivers through a decaying civilization, the forsaken—the fragile, the overlooked—stir within the hushed catacombs of forgotten graves, their feeble resolve kindling into a fragile yet unrelenting tempest. Beneath the ominous gaze of a blood moon, whose light stains the heavens in scarlet despair, the weak rise with trembling hands, daring to defy the dominion of the mighty. In this cursed hour, as dawn cowers behind veils of crimson, the world teeters between obliteration and rebirth, its fate forged in the bloodied struggle of the powerless to claim what the strong have stolen.

“I’m no angel, baby girl. I’ll make you cry, curse, and scream every night once you’re mine. So think twice before you sign this goddamn contract.” +++ Rivana Faye thought nothing could get worse than catching her husband and step-sister making out on their wedding anniversary, only to be shot dead the same day. Instead of the afterlife, Rivana woke up back in the past, on her wedding day, staring right into the eyes of the same bastard who had ruined her life. Fueled by vengeance, she planned to marry him and tear his world apart, just as he had done to her in her previous life. That is, until Azrael Dynar, her supposed husband’s older brother, stepped in with a shocking claim: that they were already married?! "Wifey, are you cheating on me with this tiny loser? Tch, you have poor taste," Azrael drawled, flashing their marriage certificate to everyone's horror. Azrael was everything Rivana had heard in hushed whispers: cold, cunning, and irresistibly seductive. But to her, he was oddly caring and fiercely protective. He even vowed to destroy everyone who had hurt her as long as she continued to be his side, as his darling wife! And the deeper Rivana sank into Azrael’s world, the more her defenses crumbled, leaving her with nothing but growing desires for him. Little did she know, the man she was falling for was no guardian angel but a devil—one responsible for her death, and the very one who could destroy her all over again. --- Excerpt: "You seem to have experience in seducing women, Mr. Dynar," Rivana joked, licking her ice cream. Azrael smirked at her laugh, and the next moment, he pulled her chair closer, causing Rivana's heart to skip a beat. Before she could catch her breath, he suddenly captured her lips, tasting the sweet chocolate on her lips. Pulling back slightly, Azrael smiled, enjoying her reaction. Tracing her lower lip with his thumb, he declared, "You are the first woman I have ever tried to seduce, Rain. And you will also be the last."

Amidst the eerie silence of an unfamiliar hall, a cacophony of confused voices rose, mingling in a chorus of bewilderment. "Where are we?" "What happened?" "I thought I died!" Each utterance hung in the air, a testament to the collective disbelief gripping the room. As the haze of confusion lifted, disjointed memories surfaced, fragments of lives cut short by tragedy. "I remember... I was stabbed..." ventured one voice, echoed by another's affirmation of a similar fate. "I... I died in a plane crash," muttered a third, only to be met with a stunned agreement from a fellow survivor. Amidst the chaos of bewildered voices, one man stood apart, his expression a mask of contemplation amidst the turmoil. As his companions recounted their brushes with death, his mind churned with questions, each more confounding than the last. "I got shot... I remember it vividly," he murmured to himself, his voice barely audible above the din. "So how am I still here?" The enigma of their shared resurrection gnawed at him, compelling him to seek answers in the depths of his memories. With each revelation of a paired demise—a male and female, bound by the same tragic fate—a flicker of recognition ignited within him. "This... this seems familiar," he mused, the pieces of a puzzle slowly coalescing in his mind. But the picture remained incomplete, obscured by the fog of uncertainty that shrouded their surroundings. As the words "pairs, pairs, pairs" echoed in his mind like a cryptic mantra, a sudden realization struck him with the force of a revelation. "It can't be... don't tell me..." he whispered, his voice trembling with disbelief. With a sense of urgency, he began to scan his surroundings, searching for any sign or clue that could confirm his suspicions. Then, as if guided by an unseen force, his gaze shifted upwards, and there, bathed in an ethereal light, stood an angelic figure with golden apparel, its gaze fixed upon him with a warm smile. The sight took his breath away, filling him with a mixture of awe and trepidation. The man's heart raced as faced a real angel, his mind struggling to comprehend the surreal encounter unfolding before him. The angel's words, spoken with an air of amusement, only deepened the enigma shrouding their meeting. "I never expected anyone to notice me," the angel remarked, a hint of playfulness in its voice. "I was concealing my presence to let everyone fully calm down, but to think someone noticed me. Just who are you?" Ethan's disbelief and confusion intensified at the angel's question. "Eh... Ethan Rivers," he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper. As Aurelia, the angel, finally revealed himself to the bewildered assembly, a hush fell over the room, each soul drawn in by his radiant presence and commanding aura. Ethan's gaze lingered on Aurelia. "Greetings, lost souls," Aurelia declared, his voice resonating with a majestic power that seemed to fill the very air around them. "I am Aurelia, and I shall be your guide to your new life." As Aurelia extended his arms in a gesture of welcome, Ethan felt a surge of rage and hesitation, "This it bad, really bad."

"Hush, don't make a sound," her voice cracked. "You can do this for Mommy, right?" Cara nodded her little head. She knew it was what her mother needed from her, even though she didn't understand why. Her mother kissed her on the chick, and then quickly pushed her into the vent. Liquid metal materialized from her hand and sealed the vent, making it look like it couldn't be opened. That was the last memory she had of her mother. True to her words, she never uttered a single word in the presence of anyone. She couldn't protect her family then, but she promised to get stronger and avenge them. Until then, she would be silent plotting the demise of all those who hurt the ones she loved.

Fog, an everyday school student, is a loner. However, due to a school project involving Nuclear Reactions, he gets to partner up with the most popular girl in his grade, Lila Hush. Disclaimer: I do not have a cover artist, nor do I want to plagerize images off of the internet. If having no story cover affects everything too much, I will get a temporary one. That’s all, thank you in advance for reading.

What makes a villain? Is it a tragic past? No! It's a past full of tragedy. He became something that people fear, someone used to hush the crying kids at home. Explore the mind of the Grim Reaper. For those who have not read DEUS EX MACHINA book 1 fear not, you can read Book 0 first, there won't be any contradictions in the order and plot you choose to follow. So read any that you fancy first . . .

Meet Gu Yu—a college dropout and a talented incense maker, and at the same time, the rather stoic protagonist of this story. Despite his somewhat introverted manner, he has a tendency to make sarcastic remarks in his thoughts. One day, after saving a squirrel, a windfall (metaphorically and literally) dropped into his lap.Stumbling into the cultivation world with little help, he was not turned into Superman overnight (as he would like). Apparently, becoming a cultivator would not make your life easier, at least in the beginning. Somewhere along the road, he ran into Jiang Xiaozhai, a young woman who’s got the brains, the beauty, and maybe one or two secrets of her own. As it turned out, the two made a perfect team—Mulder-and-Scully style. Motivated by many unanswered questions, they had been running up and down the country, getting into all kinds of trouble, and learning more of the modern cultivation world, which is by no means the same as in the ages long past…

Nestled in the heart of a picturesque small town lies Willowcreek Library, a haven for a book lover and the quiet refuge of Evelyn Harper. A reserved librarian with a passion for literature and a past she keeps under locked away. Evelyn is perfectly content hiding behind the pages of her books until Theo Sinclair arrives. Theo, a charismatic book cafe owner with a mysterious past and an easy smile, opens a modern book café clash with Evelyn’s hushed sanctuary. Sparks fly, and their rivalry turns into an unexpected connection neither of them saw coming. But the road to love isn’t without its twists. As Evelyn battles to save her beloved library from the towns ambitious mayor, she finds an unlikely ally in Theo. Together they uncover the confessions, stolen moments, and their shared loves for stories, Evelyn and Theo must learn to trust each other and themselves.

(first time writing just trying it out)

She was everything I'd ever dreamed of in a woman - charming, sweet, and utterly mysterious. We spent hours talking, her laughter like wind chimes in the breeze, her intellect sharp and insightful. I was captivated, falling deeper into the abyss of her charm with every passing moment. But as the days turned into weeks, a subtle shift occurred. Her gaze, once warm and inviting, began to flicker with a chilling intensity. Her laughter, once light and carefree, grew tinged with a darker undercurrent. Whispers followed her, hushed and secretive, speaking of a power she held and a lineage she concealed. One moonlit night, under the watchful gaze of a full moon, she confessed her true identity. She was the Demon Princess, a being of ancient magic and forbidden power. My heart, once filled with love, is now pounded with a mixture of fear and fascination. The woman who had stolen my heart was also a creature of legend, a being of darkness and light, a contradiction that both terrified and enthralled me. This was no ordinary love story; it was a tale of forbidden desires and impossible choices, a journey into the depths of a love that defied all boundaries.

Reborn as a kryptonian. Being born with absolute power comes at a price. Watch as verlin velrin tries to be a hero like Superman, but ultimately distances himself further and further away from humanity ........................................................................................ Update Every Monday, Wednesday and Friday. Picture is not mine. If the owner wants me to take it down. Let me know.

‘‘What in God’s name is happening’’ Martha asked as she properly wore Marcus’ jacket and rolled the sleeve till it was her arm’s length. ‘The thing I have been shielding everyone from’ I answered running a hand through my hair. ‘’And what is that?’’ she asked pulling off her shoes. ‘Nothing you need to know about Milky way’ I said to her. ‘’You did not just mean that! I almost just got hit right now Sir and you are still telling me I need not know?’’ she asked in a slightly elevated hushed tone. ‘I’ll explain it all to you but do you see that car over there’ I asked pointing towards my car and she nodded. ‘I am going to cover you and I want you to run as hard as you can. Do you hear me?’ I asked looking at her directly. ‘’You might not know this but I am a level four combatant now but my dad put a pause to my trainings because of my studies so the least I can do is run’’ she said with a shrug of her shoulders. ‘I know everything about you L4 combatant. On my count of three, you run’ I said as I pulled out an Akdal Ghost TR01 pistol from the back of my pants. ‘One Two…’ I started but she cut me off, ‘’don’t get hit Milky Way’’ she said and I chortled lightly, surprised that she was still worrying about me even though I put her in harm’s way only a couple of seconds ago and at the nickname she just reciprocated in calling me. ‘I’ll try. Three!’ I said and she started running while I side ran with her shooting at the direction the bullet came from the other time. Because I was running, the bullets fired back did not touch me at first but before I got to my car, I was shot in my arm. I opened the door of the car to get in and was expecting Martha to do same but that was when I turned back and saw it. Martha did not make it to the car, she was sprawled on the floor, in her red dress, with her blood flowing from her side.

In the Dawning Age, where humans and beasts share the dominion, the air crackles with anticipation. Aspirants yearn to awaken extraordinary talents, etching their names in the annals of warrior legend. Amongst them stands Ye Tian, ostracized for his dormant core – a mark of weakness in this era of power. But destiny whispers a different tale. A chance encounter unlocks the forbidden knowledge of the Copycat, a talent outlawed for its unorthodox power. With a mere touch, Ye Tian can steal the very essence of another's abilities, martial or beastly. A coveted swordsmanship? A mythical beast's regenerative prowess? All are within his grasp. Yet, the power is a double-edged blade. Each stolen talent bleeds into Ye Tian's mind, a symphony of alien memories and instincts threatening to drown his own identity. He must master the art of harmonizing these fragments, weaving them into a tapestry of unmatched power. But covetous eyes watch from the shadows. Powerful factions lust after the Copycat's forbidden potential, willing to unleash chaos to claim it. Ye Tian faces a brutal choice: succumb to the voices in his head, become a puppet wielding borrowed brilliance, or transcend the limitations, forging his own path as a legend whispered in hushed tones – the Weaver of Talents.

Mark travels through the American comic world and binds to the superhero system. He starts out as a superhero and walks powerfully in the city of sin, Gotham. Complete tasks and accumulate contribution points, which can be exchanged for unlimited abilities. Silver Superman bloodline, the Book of Vishanti, immortality, unlimited power, omniscience and omnipotence... Only children make choices, I want them all! Override S.H.I.E.L.D., lead the Avengers, punch Dormammu, kick Thanos... Now standing in front of you is the master of America, the helm of S.H.I.E.L.D., the team leader of the Avengers, the true master of the Time Management Bureau, the seed sower of the Amazon warriors, and the supreme god of the multiverse!

WARNING: R18+ Alpha Vesper: "Deal?!" Alpha Vesper proposed. "Deal!' Elara accepted relief washed over her face and gratitude in her eyes. "You will be a slave to no other one but me, you will serve and listen to only me, and henceforth you are mine…only!" his voice hushed out darkly upon her face. Even though his words had a heavy impact on her, she smiled and nodded. "Yes… I will be yours..." Alpha Harlan: "You are mine! You are not a slave to anyone... not even to me!" He declared, already up from the bed. His anger surfaced and his impulse was diving heavily like a beast that was just unbridled from its cage. Elara was not concerned by his action, she lashed out, "I would rather be a slave to him than be your mate!" Her words hit him like a heavy weight hitting an ice lake, it cracked and shattered his heart into a million pieces. "You are mine, Elara!" darkly and steadily he affirmed to her, "There is nothing you can do!" Alpha Zephyr: Inched from her face, he burrowed his gray eyes into her hazel eyes, her thoughts became visible to him. His hand caressed her hair down and stopped by her lips. "You might be my brother's Luna and the other one's slave, but to me, you are someone I will devour first." • • • Caught in between hatred, lust, and love! ___________________ A once Princess, sold as a slave, caught between Triplet Alpas who in turn become her haven, heaven, and also her hell! . . . Tormented by her uncle and betrayed by her brother, Elara, the Third-generation Wolf Princess of King Draven, the Alpha King of Romic Moon Pack, whose kingdom was ambushed and destroyed by his brother, Gathrick. Elara, having an inner wolf with two different colored eyes without a shifting ability, was assumed to be cursed. Right from the death of her parents, Elara was enslaved by her brother and uncle, tortured, tormented, and haunted until she was sold out of her Pack to the most powerful Pack. Elara with the mind of vengeance was caught between two out of the rogue triplet Alphas who couldn't accept a slave as their mate but rather claimed her as their throne's pet. Trapped in the domain of her mates, would Elara ever seek revenge and rise through the dust?

Dive into the heartwarming tale of Hiroshi and Aiko, two high school students whose chance encounter in Kyoto's serene setting sparks an unexpected friendship. As they bond over their shared passion for chess at Aika High School, they navigate the pressures of academics and family expectations. Join them on a journey of camaraderie and self-discovery amidst the hushed corners of the school library, where every move on the chessboard brings them closer together

He then moved his hands beneath my dress and ripped it apart. I gasped. ''.....You are perfect....'' He whispered, hoarse, unclear. ''Damian'' I hushed. I leaned in closer, deeper into his chest. He stood still behind me caressing the heat on my skin. Fingers grazing my bare stomach, up the ample of my breasts. Circling seductively around them, rubbing slowly on the hardened tips............ ''I'm going to make you scream tonight...'' #### Sky thought she had a perfect life until one night when her innocence was ripped away by someone she trusted the most. The table turned and her life became Darker Than Black!

The world is under invasion by creatures from another world. Martial arts became the most important skill in this world, and all cultivators strived to improve their skills. Chen Yiming transmigrated to this world with a special ability - the Martial Arts Talent System. The system allowed him to use Skill Points to enhance his talents infinitely. What if he was born with a physique that was not suitable for cultivating martial arts? He could slowly train in the mountains while waiting for his Skill Points to accumulate. When they reached a certain amount, he could use them to enhance his talent and automatically acquire the physique needed for cultivation. What if he did not have the complete volume of the martial arts technique he practiced? It wasn’t a problem. With sufficient enhancement to his talents using Skill Points, he could automatically deduce the missing parts in the book. With the Martial Arts Talent System, he could defeat everyone who got in his way. He could easily climb the ranks in the martial arts world - becoming the top disciple, the top cultivator, then the grandmaster.

{WARNING - MATURE CONTENT} "What is your wish?" Gazing into his violet eyes, I ask. Inside deep down, hopes grow. Please don't be something off the line. I can't handle such things like that. It is against will. "There is a massage I want to try out" Zander voices and takes his hands back. I finally get to escape the tight embrace. "Get in the car. There is a place I know" Turning around, I begin to walk away. Yet, his strong arm holds me back. He forces me to face him. What again? "We are not going out, miss independent" He grins. Alone with the evil smile, I can sense the mess he will cause with requests. "I don't know how to massage" A frown displays across my face. I really don't. He should just walk out of my house. "Who says you have to?" Zander raises his right brow. And I quiet down. No fucking way. "I am the one who is going to massage you... your breasts" The last two words he continues, feel like a lightning striking me in the middle of summer day. I knew this devil would ask for such sensual things! "No. Pick another wish. I am not permitting stuff like that" I instruct. Attempting to shove the man's grip away from my arm. "Don't you recall my statement, darling? You are not allowed to decline either" He brags. Of course, I am aware. But seriously? I have had sex for a few times only in my entire life with all the men I wasted my extra time on. I don't find the contentment in that area. "I am getting impatient, love. Let's commence already" Zander flashes his dimple smile. Picking me up in bridal way which catches me off guard. "Put me down!" With the strength I gained before, I try to get away. But still, he won't let me. "Don't move. Otherwise, I might end up doing much more worse thing than the massage to you" The whisper hushes me down. He is a devil, the type to do as his words. I better remain calm. There will be a chance for me to slip through this situation. Yes, I have to wait. "Good girl..." He grins down at me once I cease struggling. Jerk. His steps enter my bedroom. And he places me on the bed. "Strip now" He orders. His hand already has the oil bottle to begin the massage. He is really quick with everything. What should I do? "Come on, my gorgeous" He whines like a child begging for the sweet candy. "Are you certain this is only a massage?" I shoot a slight glare. Maybe it is fine to enjoy this. Also been a long time since I have spent a night with a man. I guess there is nothing to concern to have some fun with this devil. It is not like I can run away. "I would never lie to you" Zander assures. Well, I don't see anything wrong with these wishes. There are no feelings involved as well. I can use him for fun. Right. Think in positive way. "Are you going to observe me take the top off?" Over my query, the man's lips curve up. "Finally..." --------------- Violet Ravena, the fearsome mafia leader, was poisoned by her husband and his lover brutally. It turned out he had been planning to possess her belongings since the very beginning. Till the last breath, she wished for second chance, to avenge her husband who used her love. Soon, the desire was fulfilled by a flirty devil, Zander Gavril, who offered a contract out of interest. In return, she had to satisfy his one wish every day as he helped her accomplish the goal to venge the husband, Damian and his mistress, Nesta. [The story is written in characters' point of view for your information. In view of the fact that english is not my first language, there could be errors. If there were several mistakes in the chapters, I deeply apologize for those]

In the small town of Greystone, nestled deep within a forest of towering pines and ancient oaks, the air seemed to always hang heavy with secrets. The year was 1986, and the world outside Greystone was filled with neon lights, fast cars, and loud music. But inside the town, time crawled like a corpse waking from the dead. It was a forgotten place, a pocket of quiet that most folks never left — and the ones who did never spoke of it again. Greystone had a history. It was the kind of history that was whispered about, passed down in hushed conversations between families who had lived there for generations. In the 1920s, there had been an old sanitarium at the edge of the forest, a sprawling estate of cold brick and iron that housed the insane, the criminally disturbed, and those who just didn't fit anywhere else. It closed after a fire in 1933, but the ghosts of its past were said to linger. The townsfolk warned their children not to go near the ruins, but kids are curious. On the outskirts of town, beyond the sanitarium, was the Greystone Forest - the woods where the darkness grew wild, feeding on nightmares. It wasn't just the woods themselves that were terrifying; it was the stories, the creatures people swore they saw on cold, moonless nights. Things with too many eyes, sharp teeth, and claws that tore at the air. For the kids of Greystone, the rumors about the forest were just that — stories. But when a group of teenagers stumbled upon something they should have left alone, the town was plunged into a nightmare far worse than any tale.

Max’s life takes an absurd nosedive when he dies during a marathon—not from exhaustion or injury, but from slipping on a banana peel and crashing into a dog, all because the Grim Reaper was too busy on a date to collect his soul on time. If that wasn’t ridiculous enough, his funeral is a rush job, with Max being buried almost before he’s cold. It’s like the world couldn’t wait to move on without him. In the Netherworld, Max is offered a “sorry for killing you by mistake” compensation in the form of a magical fruit. But instead of playing it safe, Max decides to go big or go home and grabs the Forbidden Fruit, which turns out to be a cosmic-level power-up. Reincarnated on a faraway planet, Max quickly discovers that he’s now the most powerful being in the universe. The problem? He has zero control over it. Even using 1% of his strength could turn mountains into dust, and don’t even mention what happens when he sneezes—whole planets go poof! Poor Max can’t even walk normally without risking planetary destruction. It’s like being Superman with the clumsiness of a toddler. As Max zooms through space, trying to keep his powers in check, he can’t help but wonder how he’s supposed to live a low-key life when the slightest hiccup could send the universe into chaos. His journey is less about fighting bad guys and more about trying to not accidentally destroy everything around him. And with every step, it’s becoming clear that keeping a low profile might be the most impossible task of all.

An Anthology of Lost Stories and Hush-hush Narratives along dark dirty alleys and the bright neon-lit halls of the self righteous evil within souls darkened by wealth, power and pride.

What is knowledge? Is it power or a sin? Is it a burden or a blessing? What if faith and ignorance? What is the truth hidden beneath reality? If knowledge has a price, is it worth paying? This was the question thrown at Matthew as he set on to find the truth behind the disappearance of his mother. As he went on the journey to find the truth he heard whispers from the Abyss. A voice that mirrored his own spoke in a hush voice, [The Abyss has been shattered, The Lord has fallen as you have been chosen. When worlds collide. The Lord shall rise once again.] A story woven by the people, given life by the world, spread across the Universe and finally manifested in a different one. This is the story of a Lord of the Abyss.

IMPORTANT NOTICE: This book is back in serialization. *Do check out and add my newest novel to your library.* The Dragon’s Fated Bride Note: The books are intertwined with each other through the characters. However, they are all intended to be standalone novels. There is no specific order. Angels have a history, and demons have a forthcoming... Fallen Archangel Samael is hiding under the guise of Lord Christopher Thorn II, the wealthiest shipping magnet in Victorian London. He has just laid his young wife, Lilith Thorn, to rest after her untimely death. In an effort to comfort the grieving family of the deceased woman, he uses his angelic gifts and accidentally awakens a mysterious entity. Her name is Scarlette Rose.... And this extraordinary being is about to upend Christopher's ordinary life. ~~~ [Excerpt] He lashed out viciously, "This is far from finished." Rose went to protest, and Chris swiftly laid another ferocious kiss on her lips to hush her up. Then tugged her hand, leading her to the curb. While they waited for their carriage, he leaned over and panted into her ear. "You forgot to negotiate what would happen after we finished dinner." Christopher was so close to Rose that she was drowning in his erotic scent. Her clouded mind scrambled to remember what she had said to him earlier in the coach, and the words eventually rang out like an alarm resounding in her head. 'I am in control for the rest of this evening while we are at dinner. You must do everything I want and ask for,' Rose held her tongue and did not respond to Christopher. She realized the error of her words. Rose should have never mentioned the part of 'while at dinner.' She understood it negated the first part of her demand about 'the rest of the evening.' ~~~ THIS IS A SLOWBURN NOVEL: A slow burn is a story that moves at its own pace, usually not very fast, and with characters, obstacles, and plotlines that can take a bit to develop. {WARNING: Mature subject matter R-18} THE SEXY TIME STUFF COMES LATER IN THE BOOK. Disclaimer: THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION. ALL NAMES, CHARACTERS, ORGANIZATIONS, PLACES, AND EVENTS ARE EITHER THE PRODUCT OF THE AUTHOR'S IMAGINATION OR USED IN A FICTITIOUS MANNER. THE BOOK COVER IS MINE; PLEASE DO NOT USE IT. Typography for title created by: @nnaise/nnaise#3536on discord https://discord.gg/YbbR2dK6 email: RoseandThornbook@icloud.com

"Your options are, either accept your fate and move on to whatever afterlife awaits you, or come with me and live again." Dying was the best thing that ever happened to Sam. After they died in a swimming pool accident, the 23-year-old gender-fluid person met Alpha 7419, aka Alfie, a transmigration system that recruited them in his mission to save the multiverse. Sounds exciting, right? It was for Sam. Not so much for Alfie, who now had to babysit a troublesome host who seemed far more interested in sleeping around than actually completing their assignments. —Excerpt— "You do remember I can read your thoughts, don't you?" the system asked, his voice cracking nervously, hoping that this pervert would have at least some inkling of shame at being caught in her fantasies. He shouldn't have counted on it. Sam grinned wickedly, clearly delighted. Raising her eyebrows and gazing up at him flirtatiously through her thick lashes, she asked, "Hey, what am I thinking now?" The alpha system's breath caught in his throat, and his eyes went wide. "N-n-no! I wasn't made to function like that!" "I am a highly advanced AI system!" he insisted, furious, and, he had to admit, slightly frightened by the unfamiliar feeling aroused in him by the image of himself panting and crying out as his knuckles whitened from how hard he was gripping the sheets. "Hush," Sam crooned at the flustered AI. She grinned wickedly at her soon-to-be partner. "I won't do anything to you that you aren't begging me for on hands and knees." ***ADULT CONTENT WARNING*** This novel contains explicit materials unsuitable for anyone under the age of 18.

In the catacombs of an ancient temple, hushed whispers, coming through the walls. "Come grasp me. You will have revenge and riches beyond your wildest dreams" A shaking hand came from the dark to grasp the glowing orb that was the only source of light in the pitch-black darkness. the shaking hand Took hold of the orb tightly.