Battlebit Sniper Glint

Melanie Collins was the perfect wife—caring, strong, and dependable. For the last few years, she had managed her husband’s messy family, and business alone while waiting for her husband to return from studying abroad. But when he finally came back, Melanie’s world fell apart—he wasn’t alone. Along with him was his 'best' friend. Broken and confused about the change in her husband, Melanie didn’t know where to turn. And then she stumbled into another cold reality. Everything she had believed was a lie. Seething with anger and humiliation, as she tried to come to terms with the betrayal, an unexpected person steps into the picture, intent on seducing her and conquering her. The only problem? The man was her ex brother in law... And against her better judgment, she is attracted to this bad boy... But as Melanie tried to make sense of the changes, she discovered there was more going on than she ever imagined. Had both brothers loved really fallen in love with her? Or was she just a pawn in a bigger game? excerpt Since he had already been leaning against the table, he simply slid onto it, and with one swift motion, he hooked his boot around the leg of her chair and pulled it—pulled her—closer.The sudden movement made her jolt slightly, and when she looked up or rather when she looked ahead, she found herself staring directly at the zipper of his jeans... She looked up then and met his gaze. He caught her chin," Would you like to check if I am only pretending, sweet melon?"Melanie stiffened. And then pushed back her chair suddenly, so that Adam almost lost his balance, as she stood up. Before he could balance himself, she placed her hand on his shoulder, her fingers brushing against his neck.  Adam stiffened, his eyes glittering as he waited to see what she would do next. And she, of course surprised him as her other hand, slowly settled on the inside of his thigh. And then, the hand on his shoulder started to move. Her fingers tracing the side of his neck before lifting as she shot a glance to the corner of his mouth. The little piece of metal glinting there. She flicked at it lightly, barely a touch, but Adam could feel the heat all over his body, as she leaned in close, her lips barely a few centimetres away...so that they could both feel each other's breaths… She smiled slowly then. "Careful, Adam," she murmured, her voice playful, but carrying the unmistakable edge of a challenge. "Keep pushing, and I just might call your bluff."

Betrayed and discarded to die by the one whom she loved the most, the former empress of Akea, Amelia Volemont finds her self in the body of Amelia Cosgrove, the first daughter of the Cosgrove family who was unwanted by her family and basically had everything taken from her including her fiance, Ace Blackwood, by her step Sister, Lilac Cosgrove. Determined not to repeat the mistakes of her past, Amelia decides to abandon love and live life on her own terms. Breaking off her engagement with Ace should have been a step toward freedom, but fate has other plans. To maintain their family’s reputation, her parents hastily re-engage her to Kai Blackwood, the so-called useless, unwanted son of the Blackwood family. Amelia reassures herself that this engagement won’t last long after all, Kai seems just as disinterested as she is. But six months later, she finds herself watching in disbelief as he eagerly helps her choose a wedding dress. A month later, she sees the headlines announcing the downfall of the once-powerful Blackwood family only to turn and find Kai smirking evily, a gloating glint in his eyes. Wasn't he suppose to be the useless son of the Blackwood family? Why did he seem to be a big boss instead? Calm and indifferent female lead × Possessive and Mentally Unstable male lead. Disclaimer: The Character Photos were gotten from Pintrest. If you are the artist and wish for it to be taken down please do inform me.

She was never supposed to love him, he was the one person she despised, but for how long could she deny the flutter and Sparks he made her feel. ******* She is an assassin, the princess of the witches, sent to marry the Vampire King with one purpose—to kill him and secure her clan’s victory in a war that has raged for centuries. He is Rhydian, the brooding king burdened by his father’s bloody legacy, forced into the alliance to protect his people from the looming Dragon Empire. Rhydian distrusts the witches, while Seraphina resents the vampires, but neither is prepared for what fate has in stall. As they face palace intrigues, ancient prophecies, and brewing rebellion, their indifference begins to shift into something neither expected—love, an emotion they both try to deny, but is impossible to ignore. I won't call this an enemies to lovers because she is the only one who hates him, also...this will contain R18 scenes, I'll always highlight that on every chapter so you can skip if you want. A/N: I hope you all will stick with me till the end, feel free to check out my other book, I'm in love with a grim reaper, you might like it, I hope you do. Excerpt; Her fingers brushed against his forehead before he could react, her warm palms cupping both sides of his face as she studied him intently. His breath hitched at the sudden intimacy, his heart giving an involuntary stutter. What the hell was she doing? His gaze traced over her face, mapping every detail—the sharp glint of her violet eyes, the delicate curve of her nose, and her lips... Gods, her lips. Plump, red, slightly parted as she assessed him. He wanted to taste them again, to claim them fully. "Your fever seems to be coming down," she murmured, tilting her head slightly. "My blood really did the trick, I see..." His jaw clenched. Did she have to check his temperature this way? There were plenty of other ways to do it—ones that didn't involve tempting him with that mesmerizing face of hers. She started to pull her hands away, but before she could, he caught her wrist, stopping her. She looked up at him, startled. "If you wanted to check my temperature, you could've done so in a simpler way," he said, his lips curving into a playful grin. He tugged her closer, his grip firm but gentle. "Are you trying to seduce me, Purple?" Her heartbeat stuttered against his chest. He could hear it. Feel it. Then, to his surprise, she didn't pull away. Instead, a slow, wicked smile spread across her lips. She leaned in, her body pressing against his just enough to make his muscles tense. "What if I am?" she whispered, deliberately biting her bottom lip. Rhydian's breath caught. The last of his control snapped. "You asked for it," he growled. In the next second, he crashed his lips against hers. The kiss was deep, desperate, consuming. His hand tangled in her hair, tilting her head to deepen the angle as his tongue swept into her mouth, claiming her fully. She responded instantly, matching his hunger with equal fervor. She wasn't perfect at kissing yet—he could tell she was still learning—but she made up for it with pure intensity, and damn if it didn't make his blood boil. His other arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her flush against him as his lips moved against hers with feverish need. His tongue tangled with hers, teasing, tasting, drinking her in as if she were the only thing that could satiate him. He bit down softly, drawing a gasp from her, and that little sound sent a violent pulse of arousal straight through him. He was already rock hard, aching with need. He hadn't touched a woman since the marriage arrangement was made. Maybe that was why he was losing control so easily. Or maybe it was just her. Maybe it had always been her.

Xion Aijawa thought his life was finally coming together. That is, until he tried saving a cat stuck in a tree, fell into a pit, and... died In his disoriented sate of "Freshly dead" the silly Xion accepted a strange request and ended up transmigrating into the world full of dungeons and Mana. He became illegitimate child of Marquis family hated by his three siblings. According to the memory of the original owner of the body, Xion only had a month to live. So, taking the cover of the banquet, Xion ran away. Aided by a mysterious Mall System, he makes his way to the distant borderlands, hoping to put his past behind him. But fate has other plans-. Xion ends up saving Darius Rael Darkhelm, the feared Archduke of the North, notorious for his ruthless and deranged nature. The silly Xion tried to run away but... Xion's heart thumped loudly as Darius effortlessly pinned his wrists using only one hand. "I've heard you tried to run away." Darius gently caressed Xion's pale cheek, "That must be a lie... After all, I've given you things even the royal family can't have. Isn't that right, my dear healer?" Xion gulped when Darius's thumb brushed his lower lip as a chilling smirk remained on his handsome face. "I-I think I should leave, Your Grace. I've overstayed my welcome..." The room grew cold, and struggling Xion shivered. Darius's green eyes dimmed before lighting up with a dangerous glint. Xion felt a pit growing in his stomach when he saw the deranged archduke smile. Darius never smiled. And whenever he did, it only meant trouble. "You're right," Darius said calmly. "So, let's get married." Xion "...!!!!"

EXCERPT "Do you know what I love about you, Stella?" he whispered, his voice low and dangerous as his eyes darkened with desire. Before she could respond, Simon leaned closer, his breath warm against her neck. Slowly, his fangs emerged, glinting in the dim light. His fingers traced a path along her skin, slipping beneath the fabric of her shirt, sending a shiver through her. "Those pure, innocent doe eyes of yours," he murmured, his voice almost tender, "the way they plead with me, like you think you can stop me." Panic flared in her chest, and she pressed against his firm body, trying to push him away. "Sir, please... I am married. This is wrong—it’s a sin to go after a married woman." His response was a low, rumbling chuckle that sent chills down her spine. It wasn’t just the sound of it; it was the darkness behind it. The amusement in his laughter terrified her. "And I am a sinner, my little fish," he replied, his voice dripping with menace as his eyes flashed with hunger, before sinking his fangs in her neck.

The abyss invaded, the heavens awakened, Everyone has the opportunity to awaken and become a tower defense lord, and go to the chaos to build a territory to resist the enemy! Lin Xiu came across time and awakened ten consecutive SSS-level talents! [Ten thousand times experience: killing any enemy will get ten thousand times experience] [Unlimited upgrades: Any of your arms will break through the level limit and can be upgraded indefinitely] [Super God Sniper: Attack distances of all arms can be superimposed and shared] [Super Power: Every time an enemy is killed, the attack will be permanently increased by 1%] 【…】 Top ten SSS-level talents added, when others are still doing their best to resist the abyss, Lin Xiu has already launched a counterattack towards the abyss! .....

Kane staggered through the smoldering ruins of his kingdom, his vision swimming with blood and sweat. Every muscle screamed in protest, every step faltered, but the pain was a distant echo compared to the void in his chest. The imperial prince had razed it all—the palace, the people, everything Kane had ever known. His father’s stern voice, his mother’s gentle touch, the warriors who had once sworn to protect them—all silenced, their dying cries still ringing in his ears. But there was one person he couldn’t let go of. “Julia…” His voice rasped, barely audible over the crackling flames. His heart thudded unevenly as he lurched across the battlefield, the air thick with the stench of death. His sister had been his beacon in this crumbling world, the only one who saw strength in him despite his failings. He clung to a fragile hope that she might still be alive. That hope shattered when he found her. By the lake’s edge, where the water mirrored the flickering flames, Julia lay motionless on the cold earth. Kane’s breath caught, his legs giving out as he dropped to his knees beside her. Her golden hair, once radiant, was tangled with dirt and blood. Her pale skin was marred with bruises, her body exposed—stripped of the dignity she’d carried so effortlessly in life. The imperial prince hadn’t just taken her life; he’d handed her to his soldiers like a trophy, a final cruelty that twisted Kane’s grief into rage. “No… no…” His voice cracked, tears spilling down his ash-streaked face. With trembling hands, he tore off his own tattered shirt—the last remnant of the prince he’d once been. It wasn’t much, but he couldn’t leave her like this. Gently, he draped the fabric over her fragile form, shielding her from the world that had betrayed her. His fingers lingered on the cloth, as if he could somehow give her back the peace she deserved. “I’m sorry, Julia,” he whispered, his throat tight with sobs. “I wasn’t strong enough to protect you…” Guilt gnawed at him, sharper than the wounds seeping through his torn clothes. He had failed her, failed them all—his family, his kingdom, himself. What was left for him now? Ignoring the fire in his limbs, Kane clawed at the dirt with his bare hands, digging a shallow grave. Each handful of earth sent jolts of pain through his battered body, but he welcomed it. She deserved more than this—a proper burial, a monument—but this was all he could offer. As he laid her inside and covered her with soil, his vision blurred, his strength fading. His injuries were too deep, the vial of salve in his pocket too meager to save him. It could dull the pain, perhaps, but he didn’t want that. He didn’t deserve it. When the grave was finished, Kane collapsed beside it, his chest heaving with shallow breaths. Death hovered close, and he was ready to let it take him. Then, a glint of gold caught his eye. Something plumm

Jiang Chen never expected to find himself in a world of cultivation, let alone as a core disciple of a famous sect. Destined to play the villain’s role, his future was full of trouble. He had plotted against the protagonist, crippling his dantian and turning him into a disgraced outcast, barely holding onto his place in the sect. If not for a surprising twist, Jiang Chen’s story might have ended as a small chapter in the protagonist’s grand journey. Understanding how risky his position was, Jiang Chen gave a sly grin. Alone, he thought to himself: 'Is the protagonist strong? No doubt about it. But am I afraid? Definitely not. Why? Because I have the Immortal Great Villain System!' Then he paused, his expression changing slightly. 'Wait… there’s more than one protagonist?' Instead of feeling worried, his grin grew wider. 'Well, isn’t that perfect?' With a sharp glint in his eyes, Jiang Chen made a bold declaration to himself: 'As the ultimate Great Villain, I’ll defy Heaven’s will and stand at the top!'

[When Prejudice Collides with Fate: Whose Trap Is This Mismatched Marriage?] Qin Ran had always believed that a man still trapped in the arranged-marriage circus at thirty must be either emotionally stunted or physically defective. But the universe had a wicked sense of humor—because the man waiting at Table 11 was a walking contradiction. Lu Sheng was a paradox of elegance and danger. His charcoal suit sculpted a body built for both boardrooms and back-alley brawls. When his gaze locked onto hers, the sharp lines of his face seemed to carve shadows into the air, the room suddenly heavy with the scent of cedar and unspoken threats. “I’m sorry, I think I’ve mistaken the table—” “Sit.” His voice cracked like a whip, freezing her mid-retreat. The glint of his platinum watch mirrored her death grip on the handbag strap. “If we’re both puppets in this family farce… let’s at least make it mutually beneficial.” Three days later, the marriage certificate seared her palm like a brand. She’d told herself this was a calculated escape from her brother’s suffocating household—until their wedding night, when the fresh scar snaking across his ribs screamed of bullets, not business deals. And when Lu Sheng shrugged off his shirt, water sluicing down the defined ridges of his abdomen, his smirk was pure sin: “Clause Three of our contract, Mrs. Lu—no coveting Party A’s assets.” She backed him against the glass wall, her fingers skating over the corded muscle of his spine. “Mr. Lu… does that clause include your six-pack?” [High-Stakes Romance | Marriage of Convenience | Enemies-to-Forced-Allies] — A billionaire with a bulletproof reputation and a vault of secrets. — A razor-tongued medical intern with a talent for unearthing truths. As lies ignite and bullets fly, only one rule remains: In this game of hearts and gunpowder, the first to fall… loses everything.

In a world ravaged by an apocalyptic transformation, Shin, an enigmatic warrior with fractured memories, fights for survival alongside Eris, a rogue assassin from the secretive organization Eclipsia. Haunted by glimpses of a woman with an umbrella and a past he cannot fully grasp, Shin embarks on a perilous journey to uncover the truth behind Project Revenant, a sinister experiment that created superhuman warriors. As Shin’s team traverses the ruins of civilization, they encounter survivors like Renji, a man with an obscured past, Kaito and Takeda, hardened warriors of the old world, and Ryoma, a leader who holds the key to their origins. The darkness looming over them is not just the mutated monsters of the night but also the relentless assassins of Eclipsia—Phantom Blade Veyne, Crimson Moon Lena, The Steel Oris, and the deadly Sniper Rael—each carrying ties to Eris' past and a mission to eliminate them all. With every battle, Shin unlocks terrifying abilities, hinting at a power beyond Project Revenant. The emergence of the Fractured Guardian, a being capable of warping time and space, forces Shin to face his destiny. In a climactic duel, the Guardian kneels before him, calling him King, shattering everything Shin believed about himself. As the assassins retreat, gravely wounded, and the night’s horrors momentarily subside, the true mastermind behind the calamity finally steps into the light. What is Eclipsia’s true goal? Who was Shin before the pod that released him 22 years ago? And what does it mean to be the Weaver of Fate? As the world plunges deeper into chaos, the battle has only begun.

[space + superpower+ farming + family + babies + slow pace + face slapping+world building] Elena has returned from a dark future where society has collapsed. Now, as the apocalypse approaches once more, she must confront the dangers alongside her husband, Ethan, and his courageous family. Together, they fight against natural disasters, mutant beasts, and an alien invasion that threatens to eradicate humanity. Join Elena and Ethan as they navigate the world full of uncertainty. ******** Excerpt: Triplets little show (2 years old) Ethan was strolling through the living room when he spotted his son climbing on the table. Ethan: “Leo, come down!” Baby 1, in the kitchen, turned around and sprinted to the sofa. Baby 1: “Daddy, eo!” [pointing at himself earnestly] Ethan: “Oops, my mistake! Leo’s here; Finn, get down now!” Baby 3 burst from the bedroom, rushing to the sofa. Baby 3: “Daddy!” [looking puzzled] Ethan: “Finn?” Baby 3: “Daddy, Finn!” [leaping into Ethan’s arms] Ethan felt his face heat up. Just then, Max darted down the table, throwing himself into Elena’s embrace. Baby 2: [giggling as Elena smothered her with kisses] “Mommy!” Elena shot Ethan a knowing look, her eyes saying, “You mixed them up again.” Ethan: [with a playful glint in his eye] “Can you blame me? They’re all adorable little lookalikes!” They both chuckle, watching the chaos unfold.

Orson, a disgraced former eSports champion, finds himself reborn on the opening day of Infinite Dimensions, a hyper-realistic virtual reality game that secretly doubles as humanity’s last line of defense against alien forces. Armed with memories of the future and a god-tier talent that grants him infinite range with every monster slain, Orson is no ordinary mage—he’s a walking artillery unit, capable of taking down bosses from miles away. Determined to rewrite his tragic past, protect those he failed, and rise to the top, Orson dives into the game with one goal: to turn his newfound powers into unstoppable strength. But as he grows stronger, enemies emerge, and the countdown to reality and the virtual world merging looms closer. Can Orson secure his place as the ultimate long-range mage and survive the deadly trials that await? In Infinite Range: The Sniper Mage, the only limit is how far he’s willing to shoot.

"I'm one game away from reaching the master rank! I'll do it tomorrow, though. A true gamer knows when to refresh his mind and increase his victory chances!" Adam smiled in anticipation as he went to sleep on this special day. However, he could have never imagined the surreal awakening that awaited him. "What's wrong with my voice?!"  "Claws? A tail and horns, too?" [Welcome to the demon realm. You have been selected to reincarnate as a Lord. Conquer this realm of fire and ashes, become its uncontested ruler... or die trying.] Reincarnated as an imp in the cruel demon realm, at the borders of the mythological demon Baal's territory, his life seemed doomed from the start. However, a steely glint flashed in his eyes as against all odds, he defiantly proclaimed. "No matter who decided to make me start as an imp, watch as I turn into a veritable devil. Even Baal won't hold a candle against me in the future!" Equipped with his unique talent in a world where competition raged between the reincarnated earthlings, where heroes like Heracles, Wukong, Muramasa, Achilles, Merlin, Cu Chulainn, and many others were more than forgotten legends, and where gods' and demons' dangerous schemes paved his every step, he'd prove to those realms that demons were more than the violent and deceptive creatures everyone feared. ----------------------- Welcome everyone! You can expect a mix of gods/demons from almost every pantheon (even the more obscured ones) with gods and demons like Odin, Zeus, Ishtar, The Jade Emperor, Ball, Izanagi, and many others! You can also expect travels through the mysterious abyss, Jotunheim, Muspelheim, the underworld, Tartarus, and soon Oberon's forest, Olympus, and the Demon realm. If you like faithful mythology with unique twists, this book is definitely for you. (If you like the Fate series it is too...) Please do check out my first book if you enjoy fantasy stories. :) Discord server with fan art of the most notable chars: https://discord.gg/ubzzKM5wfp

After centuries of ruling the underworld with terrifying power, Lilith dies in an epic battle, only to be reborn in the human world. But instead of a grand rebirth as a queen of darkness, she's reincarnated as something far more mundane—a secretary. Rather than despair, Lilith finds this new life amusing. After all, who would suspect the devil herself to be working a 9-to-5? Settling into her new reality, Lilith embraces her role, living in a luxurious apartment and working diligently in her office. Though her devilish instincts are hard to suppress, she's determined to be the perfect secretary. But when people push her too far, the devil within still comes out to play. When a creep in the office dares to look at her the wrong way, she calmly fixes her gaze on him. "You keep staring like that, and I'll show you what a broken wrist feels like." The man quickly scurries away, leaving Lilith with a satisfied smirk. Even the rich, entitled girl from accounting isn't safe from her wrath. "You think you can push me around just because you've got money? I've burned entire kingdoms for less. Don't test me." She says this with a calm smile, her eyes glinting dangerously. The day continued like that—stopping creeps in their tracks, putting rude heiresses in their place, and being the flawless secretary she intended to be. But, of course, her boss—the CEO—had his eyes on her, more curious than ever. And while the entire office might fear her or wonder about her, she remained blissfully indifferent. This was fun. And she wasn't here to impress anyone but herself. Who knew being a secretary could be so... interesting?

In the dystopic world of 2072 ravaged by a ruthless war, Mike is a cyberknight fighting for a regime which promises justice and reforms to a broken world. However, virtue is a fragile concept, especially for an empire built on lies. Eventually, corrupt minds filled with delusion and madness will reveal themselves. When the masks drop, will there still be peace or a future? Blessed are those who can dream, condemned are those who remain in reality. In the dark, resolve is the only path forward. This novel combines fantasy and sci-fi into a story you have never seen before. Give it a try and you will stay for the plot and the high-intensity actions.

From a childhood marked by suffering, through the struggles of growing up, and finally achieving success in life, he had endured it all. One day, he decided it was time to rest—time to settle down, marry, have children, and train them to carry on his legacy. But fate had other plans. Reality was cruel. On his way to his wedding, his life was abruptly cut short. A sniper's bullet pierced his heart, killing him instantly in his car. Yet, in a twist of cosmic irony, his soul was extracted before it could pass on. In a half-conscious, half-unconscious state, his soul traveled millions of light years across the universe. He witnessed stars and galaxies, memories that weren’t his own, and a recurring nightmare that would haunt him for eternity. When he awoke, it felt as though he had emerged from an eternal slumber. To his shock, he was no longer in his old world. Instead, he found himself in the body of his ten-year-old self, having transmigrated to a completely different world—a world of darkness and despair. This new world was a place where sadness and bloodshed reigned supreme. The strong oppressed the weak, crushing them like insects. Here, money held no value without power. It was a brutal, unforgiving realm where survival was the only law. Zilon, as he now called himself, would have to cling to anything—anything at all—just to stay alive. But survival was only the beginning. Zilon, who had started from the very bottom, would have to claw his way to the top. He would face life and death, sweetness and sorrow, and ultimately, he would confront the true disaster of the universe: the Demon God. Yet, the demons were not his only concern. Otherworldly creatures known as Chaos Creatures emerged periodically through a rift called the Chaos Gate. These beings possessed the power to annihilate entire universes if left unchecked. Despite these overwhelming odds, Zilon’s ambition burned brighter than ever. He vowed to become the strongest being in the entire multiverse. He wanted his name to strike terror into the hearts and minds of all who heard it. Not dragons, vampires, werewolves, elves, beastkins, demons, giants, or titans—nothing would be worthy of being called his enemy. But would these be his only adversaries? Or would greater challenges lie ahead? ...... **NOTE 1:** If you’re wondering whether this book is a mistake, rest assured—it’s not. If you want to dive straight into the main story, start reading from Chapter 17 or 18 (subtitled *Zilon*). However, I highly recommend reading Chapters 15-16 first, as they provide crucial backstory and context. To clarify, Chapter 19 (which is Chapter 17 in the main storyline) is where the main narrative truly begins! **NOTE 2:** No matter what, do not—under any circumstances—compare the contents of this book to the real world. This is a work of pure fantasy. While some elements may coincidentally align with reality, they are entirely fictional and not intended to reflect real-world events or ideologies.

"But sir," she protested weakly, her voice laced with lust, "I thought... I thought that was my punishment." Mr. Kapoor chuckled darkly, his hand coming down in a swift slap that made her yelp. "Shut up," he barked, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "You're going to get more than you bargained for." His hand traced the reddened marks on her skin, his fingers lingering on the most sensitive areas. Shreya felt a shiver of anticipation as she bent over the desk again, her legs spread wide. She could feel the cool air against her wet pussy, her thong now soaked with his juices. Mr. Kapoor stepped closer, his hand moving to the small of her back, pushing her down even further. "You liked that?" he murmured, his voice a seductive whisper. "Yes, sir," she replied, her voice a breathless pant. She couldn't believe the words that were coming out of her mouth, but she couldn't deny the truth of them. Every part of her was on fire, desperate for more of his touch. Mr. Kapoor's hand slid down her back, his fingers toying with the waistband of her skirt. "You've been a very naughty girl, Shreya," he murmured, his voice a dark caress. "I think it's time for a more... creative punishment." Shreya's heart skipped a beat as she felt something cold and hard press against her pussy. She glanced over her shoulder to see Mr. Kapoor holding a highlighter, the neon pink color glinting in the light. "What are you doing, sir?" she asked, her voice a tremble. "Punishing you," he replied, his voice a low, dark promise. "And I want to hear you beg for it." He pushed the highlighter inside her, the plastic sliding easily through her wetness. She gasped, her eyes widening in shock and pleasure. It was an unusual sensation, something she had never experienced before. Mr. Kapoor began to move the highlighter in and out of her, the friction sending waves of pleasure through her body. "Tell me, slut," he whispered, his voice thick with lust. "Does it feel good to have my highlighter in your cunt?" Shreya whimpered, unable to form coherent words. She had never felt anything like this before, the taboo nature of the act only heightening her arousal. "Y-yes, sir," she managed to stutter, her voice shaky. "It feels... it feels amazing." Mr. Kapoor chuckled, his hand moving the highlighter faster. "You're going to love what comes next"

"You, boy, shall take on my power and hide it," the beautiful woman declared, her white hair flowing like a cascade of silk in the wind. It was almost the same shade as the snow crunching beneath my boots—yet hers shimmered with a majesty that made it seem otherworldly. It wasn’t until I found myself flat on my back, sprawled in the snow, that I truly understood the weight of her words. I stared up at the woman, her piercing blue eyes now blazing with an eerie, glowing red. Fangs glinted as they protruded from her lips. Her cold, pale hand gripped my neck, pinning me down, while her other hand pressed firmly against my shoulder. I could feel the weight of her power, suffocating and undeniable. — Sebastian Gray is a vampire. Yeah, that pretty much sums up his life. A vampire pretending to be human—it’s easier that way. After all, who would believe him if he told the truth? Things were fine, mundane even, until Silas Gael showed up. The new transfer student claimed to be a “High-Class Mage from Scotland,” loudly announcing his purpose to anyone who would listen: to find the pureblood vampire hidden in Portland.

In the haunting solitude of a dimly lit mansion atop a hill, an aging man in a blue tuxedo grapples with the weight of his past decisions, compelled by unseen forces. As a sniper named Zayne lurks in the shadows, a seemingly joyful reunion between a father and daughter turns tragic when a single gunshot shatters the night. An intricate web of deceit unfurls as Zayne follows a mission to eliminate two targets, only to be drawn into a nightmarish confrontation with Heath Gerald, a man whose sanity unravels as dark secrets surface. As Zayne confronts Heath, the horror escalates, revealing a monstrous transformation that blurs the lines between man and beast. In the chaos, Zayne's reality fractures, thrusting him into a surreal desert landscape where he must confront his fears and the fate of his missing brother, Aiden. Driven by determination and an enigmatic box that holds the key to unimaginable power, Zayne embarks on a perilous journey through an unforgiving new earth, where survival hinges on mystical elements, mysteries that span thousands of years and a demonic scheme brewing underneath.

Ryan, a broke college boy, lands a summer job at Titan Storage Co. in buzzing Metrospire, thanks to his pal Jake. He needs cash, so he nails the interview, ready to stack crates and cash checks… until he spots a girl in the lunchroom, lost in a medieval book, her eyes glinting with secrets—could this warehouse hold the key to transforming him from zero to hero?

Eirik Boris was never the type to accept a deal nor offer quickly, but with the girl in front of him, the riot that’s currently going on in the kingdom, and the rumor of the old king's bloodline, there are just too many things at stake. He looked at her with his eyes full of doubts, knowing very well that not only his life was at stake, but his region, too. But at the same time, if the girl in front of him is who she claimed to be, then a new beginning shall begin in the kingdom. It will be a new dawn of glory, a new turn—around, especially for the commoners. With a sharp blade in her hand, unlike anything Eirick had ever seen, which had a crystal that had a glinting red onyx at its end, the girl stepped into the long, narrow bridge, ready to prove that she was from the bloodline of the old king. “If you fail, I’ll surely deliver you to the king myself.” Eirik made it sound like a warning, and like he was not interested in her at the same time. But deep down, Eirick cared. If this girl turns out to be carrying the blood of the old king, then things will turn around for great. And if not, then he’d gladly deliver her to the king. At least, by doing that, he’d still have to keep his head, his family, and his region. And maybe, just maybe, the king will give him a limited punishment, but not a death sentence. “I won't fail,” Eirick heard her replying without turning, her voice full of uncertainty, though. Eirik held his daughter's hand, leading her back slowly, his armor bearer following, and then the nobles, a hundred of them who had come to watch the so-called girl who claimed to be carrying the blood of the old king venturing to the narrow bridge where she would recover what was left behind by the Old king himself. Before the old king vanished, he had said that only his true bloodline could cross the narrow bridge and retrieve what he had hidden there. Many people had come to attempt it, all of them claiming to be the son or daughter of the old king, and all of them had failed. This girl won't be an exception, at least, that's what they thought, not until the unexpected happened. As usual, the ghost guardian of the bridge, a being forged from magic with extraordinary abilities, emerged from the chasm of the bridge, standing tall and proud in front of the girl with a rapier in his hand. He didn't give the girl a chance to blink; he charged, the sound of metal against metal filling the air, sparkles flying out, and groaning of the two filled the atmosphere, too. And then, when everyone thought the girl would fail like the rest, they noticed her body shimmering, a great aura coming out of her body like a mist, her hair flaring in flame like a ghost rider, but she was not. And then, the blade radiated extra light, before the girl took full transformation herself. She easily bypassed the ghost as he presented his attack, moving with the grace of a leaf dancing in the wind, but in a blur that everyone hardly saw her moving. Before the ghost could wheel to face her, the girl struck him hard at the temple with the hilt of her blade, followed by a kick in the chest, which sent the ghost tumbling down the bridge. Normally, a ghost shouldn't feel attacked or get hit since he's partially invincible, but the girl was not ordinary either. She’s from the lineage of King Saul, making her the rightful heir to the kingdom of Agapanthus, and she just proved that to everyone by defeating an undefeatable foe.

In the Ashen Reach, a cursed wasteland of black dunes and ember-storms, Torv “Ash” Kren runs alone, hauling glowing ember-shards in a battered sled. Once a raider, he quit when his crew torched innocence—now he trades magic fuel for water, machete chipped, coat patched, one job from death. An ember-storm cracks his sled—shards spill—when Lysa “Ember” Vey stumbles from the haze, half-dead, clutching a red-hot Core Ember worth a fortune or a grave. Lysa’s an ash-witch—bends shards into fire-blades, hunted by warlord Krax for a 10,000-shard bounty. She offers Torv 2,000 to run her to the Free Drift, rebel camp past the Dune Wall—or leave him dry in the sand. Torv’s gut says ditch her—warlord’s hounds close—but her ember buys time, and his Ash Runner Sense wakes: kills earn miles, power grows. They trek—raiders bleed, storms burn—Torv’s machete sings (+500 miles, Dune Dash), Lysa’s fire cuts deep. Krax’s dogs tear closer—ember-teeth glint—when the Core cracks, whispering: “Free me, claim all.” Truth hits: Lysa’s bounty’s fake—Krax wants the Core that cursed the Reach. Torv’s past crew died for it—he’s bound to the ash. Miles climb (Ash Veil, 1,000)—lungs scar, Lysa’s shard burns her grip. At the Dune Wall, Krax looms—Torv carves, Lysa flares—Core shatters, Reach shakes. Warlord falls—shards rain—but Torv’s ash-coated, Lysa’s bleeding. A new ember glows west—next run calls. Grind, fire, survival—will Torv and Lysa outrun the curse, or burn in it?

Warning: R-18+ Reverse Harem. Human×Vampire×Werewolf. It began with the moon. No one remembers exactly when it started inching closer. Only that it was subtle at first—a faint red tint across its surface that deepened with each passing year like a malevolent worm creeping in and carried a curse. The tides grew restless, and the night air thickened with a strange, electric weight. Animals became erratic and then humans began to change. Fevers swept through towns, leaving bodies writhing beneath the moonlight. Some recovered. Some died. But when they woke up, those who had survived were no longer humans. Bones twisted and snapped beneath their skin as limbs reshaped. Eyes sharpened with a feral glint. Howls tore from their throats. While others rose cold and still—hearts no longer beating but senses sharpened—the scent of blood became impossible to resist. Predators were awakened by the moon. Vampires and Werewolves. To assert dominance frequent battles ensued. The fight to claim better territorial lands on the earth was inevitable. Predators kill prey, and in their desperation, turn on each other. The rival clans of Bloodfang and Stormclaw would often wage wars with each other. In the center of the endless conflict, few surviving females were caught and met their inevitable end. It was a slow death spiral that quickly turned gruesome and uncontained. And, with a hollow birth rate during wartime, the endless bloodshed inevitably pushed the human population to the brink of extinction. With humanity teetering on the edge of collapse, the wolves and vampires were forced to face an uncomfortable truth: without humans, they too would die out. Out of desperation, a fragile truce was forged. In the year 2174, a three-way pack where wolves, vampires, and humans would coexist. The terms were simple: humans would be protected from unchecked slaughter, and in return, they would serve as the lifeblood needed to sustain both species. It had been a hundred and eighty years since the alliance formed, marking the year 2324. And now, Velvetiana was about to step into their world or rather, she was to step back into the world that had forgotten her. The sole crimson flower of the Corvinus Clan. Determined to live through her university life with a goal to graduate and crawl out from poverty, how will she deal with Blood Cardinals and Werewolf Alphas, who never cease to cause trouble for her like a swarm of frantic bees? The very bees that are out to suck the nectar from her blooming red flowers that is.

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

Blurb: The elevator’s lights flickered once—then twice—before everything went pitch black. A sharp metallic screech echoed as the car jerked violently, sending Mia tumbling to the floor, her breath catching in her chest. She barely had time to process what was happening before a deep, commanding voice cut through the darkness. "Stay down." Mia’s heart skipped a beat as she looked up to find herself face-to-face with the last person she ever expected to see: Elijah Blackwell, the enigmatic and ruthless billionaire CEO of Blackwell Enterprises. Cold, calculating, and untouchable, he was a man whose name commanded fear and respect. But there was no time for awe. The building’s alarms screamed in the distance, but it was the deafening thud of distant explosions that stole Mia’s attention. Her pulse shot into overdrive. The elevator began to tremble again, its descent rapid and uncontrollable, as if the very foundation of the tower were coming undone. “What’s happening?” she whispered, her voice strained. Elijah’s eyes, glinting even in the faint emergency lighting, met hers—dark, intense, and utterly unshaken. “We’re under attack. Stay close,” he said, the command in his voice unmistakable. Mia’s stomach dropped. Under attack? By whom? And why her? She was just a cleaner. But before she could question him further, the elevator lurched again, the cables creaking as they hurtled downward. Every second felt like an eternity, but Elijah stood still, his expression as unreadable as ever. This wasn’t fear in his eyes—it was something far more dangerous: control. As the elevator plummeted, Mia’s thoughts spiraled into chaos. She’d only come to work this morning to do her usual rounds, expecting nothing more than a monotonous day of dusting and cleaning up after the high-powered men and women who owned the building. But now, she was trapped in an elevator with the very man who controlled this empire—facing a threat she couldn’t even comprehend. A sudden burst of heat shot through the small space as another explosion rocked the building, shaking the walls. The emergency lights blinked erratically, casting eerie shadows over them. In that moment, Mia realized something unsettling: Elijah wasn’t just the billionaire CEO. He was the only person who could protect her now. But how far was he willing to go to keep them both alive? And more importantly, why did she suddenly feel drawn to him in ways she couldn’t explain? The air between them grew heavy with an attraction neither of them could ignore, but was it a dangerous distraction—one that could cost them both everything?

Marrying Zeath Lupin was a blessing until he ditched Mellow at a family dinner for his pregnant girlfriend. But the actions she took only led to a deadly situation. Something that would end her alongside the life growing within her—a child Zeath doesn’t deserve. She ran for dear life after faking her death. But she was bound to return as Zeath’s only means to an end in disguise. Would he recognize her? Would she accept his apology if he ever gave one? And what happened when the threat she once fled from rekindled, endangering her and her child’s lives once more? ~ “Do you know how much I wished you wouldn’t come near me, even... touch me?” Zeath drones on. “All those cuddles, kisses, and affection? They all made my skin crawl—like a troll embracing its victim before gobbling them. One can only imagine how much it stinks. You’re no different. You merely caught my attention because you were a self-absorbed twonk, and we needed to test if you even had the heart to love another.” “We?” I croak out. Then Zeath’s fingers trail gently along my face, his eyes glinting with pure poison, and his voice no better. “Poor Mellow, it’s all a dare, a gratifying one. Divorce or not, it’s your choice.”

In the year 4416, beneath the tyrannical grip of The Order—a fanatical cult ruling a decaying world for over a millennium—Grimm, a former High Bishop awakened from a deathless sleep, follows a blood-drawn map to a forsaken village, haunted by visions of a stag-skull demon and whispers of a "Wendigo" that drives men to madness and cannibalism; as he battles monstrous tentacles, deranged cultists, and a sniper’s deadly aim, he uncovers a ritual’s horrific aftermath in a journal, descending into a well of secrets only to emerge with shotgun in hand, marching toward the cursed house on the hill where the line between worship and terror blurs, and a war against reality itself threatens to claim him.

Mark is a genius military weapon designer who was kidnapped by a mafia gang after refusing to work for them. They forced him to design unique weapons for five years, until one day he successfully escaped only to get shot by his trusted comrades. *Ding! You awakened a weapon system. When he opened his eyes, he was in a different body and in a different world. "You want to kill a wild boar without being detected? Forget about bow and arrow. Here, I present you this sniper rifle." "You want to kill a horde of goblins from the sky? Forget about those flying carpets and brooms. Here, I present you the fighter jet." "You want to kill a dragon? Forget about taking the help of the S-class adventure team. Here, I present you a nuclear bomb." Join Mark Spencer/ Lu Zhen as he brings the whole world to its knees with the help of his weapon system. *** Note: Author isn't born in an English-speaking nation and has no editor either. So, please be understanding if there are any grammatical errors. ************** Author's current works: War Online, My Soul Card is a Reaper Author's other notable works: The Last Slytherin, The Sharingan Hyuga ************** You can also support the Author through Patreon or buy coffee on Ko-fi.com https://www.patreon.com/snowstar https://ko-fi.com/snowstar5061

Sanjay Pathak who is one of the successful businessmen and millionaires in the world got killed by an unknown sniper gunshot when he was in his car. He dies while accumulating a lot of regrets and sadness in his life's journey to become a millionaire. Unexpectedly, he was reincarnated into a western fantasy world which was filled with swords and magic. In his new body, as Daris Darkhold, a 7 year old peasant boy who had a similar appearance as him when he was young. To his surprise, he's born with incredible soul affinity and possesses the rarest magic — Black Magic which was hailed as Satan's Magic in this world. As the regret of never being filial son to his past parents… He takes responsibility to become the greatest Dark Magi and tries to return back to his real earth while adjusting to his current parents. But The Dark Magic he possesses acts as a symbiote which often lures him for infinite power and becomes a monster!

[An Announcement from the Author: LLL will undergo major reformations! Expect a reboot of this confusing storyline sometime early January! Thank you for all of your support thus far.] Gods rule over the fundamental creations of life. Lords watch and rule over these Gods’ creations. Phos, the Lord of Light, found himself cornered by a sharpshooter in the dead of the night. This unlikely encounter led to destiny. — The marksman needed to kill a kind, beautiful man. From the photos, his target had crystalline orange eyes and glowing silver hair that cascaded down to the floor in waves. But, as with everything, the real man looked far more lucent and stunning. Like a soft light, like the first glimmer on the ocean’s surface as the Sun arose. Before he could raise his sniper’s rifle to extinguish this ray of light, however, the beautiful target pulled out a pistol and shot him straight in the abdomen. “I hope you don’t die. Good day.” With that, he swiftly turned and left, disappearing into the darkness, his long hair bouncing to his every crisp footstep. Leaving behind the confused marksman, who, dazed, clutched his new wound and slumped to the floor. Later on, the marksman managed to act stupid enough to gain his target’s trust. Showing his true colours, he toyed with a lock of his former victim’s hair, which was as silky and soft as he imagined. He held it to his lips, raised a corner of his black turtleneck to show the bulletwound on his abdomen, and whispered in a deep voice: “This wound, how will you repay it?” The original target, who shined like a dim candlelight under the rays of the moon, stretched up his bound arms to the hitman, brought a gentle hand to his skin, covered the wound… and with an unapologetic, professional business smile, he replied: “I’m sorry, are you really sure you have a scar there? How come I don’t see anything?” The marksman: … It’s because you’re covering it. The man he originally had to kill, who wore white silk pyjamas and a flame-like orange scarf every day and who looked like he could fall over with a slight push from the wind, was actually very resistant—and really, really pissed him off. Cover Art: nonsang_08 Upload Schedule: Every 3 days