Muse Asis

"31 Days: Origins" by Lapis L. Lazuli --Timeframe: 31st of October - 07th of November 2023 --Stage: UNKNOWN A black card with a silver mouse drags a twitchy schoolboy into a 31-day nightmare—underground, cutthroat, and damned relentless. 32 strangers, from killers to kids, claw through lethal games where brains and blood weigh the same. An AI whispers the rules, a shadowy outfit pulls the strings, and powers twist the odds. Alliances fray, secrets bleed, and one name—“Raiko”—haunts the chaos. Survival’s a gamble, trust’s a death sentence, and the truth’s a skull-crushing muse. What is humanity when the clock is ticking? ("31 Days: Origins" is the second novel in The "What is Humanity?/Lapis L. Lazuli" Lore and the first novel of the four-part "31 Days" Novel Series by Lapis L. Lazuli.)

The strive for power,the need to stand to stand on top of the world. There wasn't something new for Andrew to which he didn't care that much about. He laid back as he saw Gods, protagonists and villains to fall on this trope. Why wasn't it important to him, because it all classified as Hedonism and Fear to him. The need to strive for power for benefits."Hedonism." and the strive to abstain from death or servitude."Fear." How was any of this important to him now, because that was one of his exploits. It also didn't help that he had unrealistically overpowered "skills" against his opponents. "Every being that has the displeasure of existing falls under the principle of hedonism and fear. Once experiencing it,there is no stopping so regardless of what they do,only one fate awaits them." He mused in his void. "Andrew,come give me a hand." A voice rang making him emerge from his palace and Infront of him was a lady with blood covered all over her along with a dying body next to her feet. The lady gave him a gun to which he coldly looked at the person crawling on the ground. "Shoot him,my doll." *Bang* "Things never change." Andrew muttered beneath his breathe. Also if you aren't a fan of op mc. Do not touch thank you!!!

[WARNING MATURE CONTENT, R18+] Michael Specter is a handsome, successful entrepreneur with women throwing themselves at his feet just to spend a night. However, very few know about his menacing side. Twenty-two year old Layla Mclan is in desperate need of a higher-paying job to clear off her mother's debts. Opportunity comes knocking when she successfully applies for work in a richer household, the Conners. But life soon takes a turn when Layla finds out that there is no such household, and instead of working as a maid, she is now a slave to Michael Specter, a billionaire with a twisted mind. Layla’s eyes turned red, shoulders trembling, her soul wanting to reach out to her mom but alas… There was no way out, as she was already locked in the room, succumbing to the fears that didn’t feel very distant; She had gone through the same not long before. The agreement papers turned her body cold. Sometimes the worst seems best and there’s no end to the misery days; The one who avenges, the one who endures remains true to their valor. ‘Rule No. 1: Tending to your Master’s needs should be your top priority. Failing to do so, he can punish you however he pleases.’ ‘However, he pleases? What he’s gonna do to me?’ She mused and felt her heart sinking to the bottom of her chest. ‘Rule No. 2: You cannot say ‘no’ or oppose your Master’s orders.’ ‘Rule No. 3: You’re free to wear clothes of your choice… However, he can make you change it if he wants.’ ‘Rule No. 4: You are not allowed to step outside of the property.’ . . . Excerpt: “Ac-Actually I’m sleepy and I spent my day working for the household… Umm… Master, can I ask you something?” “Go ahead.” “I left my mom back home and I took this offer just to meet the debts… So will you pay me the said amount if I listen to your needs?” She asked in her feeble voice. “Needs Hmm… How about you strip off right now and lie down on the bed?” “What?” She exclaimed in horror. “You heard me,” he sounded dead serious. Layla gulped down the heavy lump that she had been holding for quite some time. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- ***NOTE*** The cover isn’t mine. Full credit goes to Author Hansora :) PEN-NAME: hansora. Please don’t use it.

Senior Server Felix stood at the front of the church, his voice steady and solemn as he greeted the congregation. “Our help is in the name of the Lord,” he intoned. “Who made Heaven and Earth,” the people responded in unison, their voices matching his reverent tone. “Today, we initiate new members into this divine and holy Order,” Felix continued. “Today, we welcome new brethren into the bosom of our Lord Jesus Christ.” At the back of the church, Louis sat on one of the few single chairs, his posture slightly slouched as his focus remained on a sheet of music in his hands. The title read, "Brightest and Best – Key of A-flat." 'Why didn’t Gramps give me an F or G? A-flat is so difficult, and I only have three days to finish it,' he grumbled silently, his brow furrowing in frustration. But he dared not voice his complaints. He could already imagine his grandfather assigning him even more difficult pieces—F-sharps and endless A-flats—as punishment. From the front of the church, a serene voice called out, “Harry! Step forward!” Louis glanced up, momentarily pulled from his inner musings. His eyes landed on a girl stepping forward from the pews. She had black hair neatly styled in a bun and striking green eyes that seemed to shine with warmth and composure. Dressed in a modest brown dress and black sandals, with a rosary resting gracefully around her neck, she exuded a calm, dignified presence. Her tanned skin and graceful demeanor only added to the aura of reverence surrounding her, befitting an Altar server. 'Sigh,' Louis thought as he brushed a hand through his white hair, his blue eyes softening with a mix of admiration and envy. 'I wonder what it’s like to be an Altar server. They all seem so pure and divine… and powerful.' Just as he returned his attention to his music, a calm, gentlemanly voice spoke beside him. “You could also be an Altar server, if you’re interested.” “Huh?” Louis blurted out, snapping his head to the side. But no one was there. “What in the name of Jesus is going on here?” he muttered, glancing nervously around. “At least you know my name,” the voice replied again, seemingly amused. “What?” Louis whispered, his heart beginning to race. "I'm certain you will be a good server," the voice said, calm yet enigmatic. Louis narrowed his eyes, still searching for its source. "Who are you?" "I have many personalities. I have many names," the voice replied with an air of mystery. "It’s your choice which one you accept." "You’re not making any sense," Louis muttered, growing more unsettled. "Blessed are those who have not seen but believed…" Before Louis could respond, his vision blurred, and the world around him seemed to melt away. He jolted awake, gasping for air. His hands clutched the crumpled sheet of music, its corners bent from his restless grip. His head teetered precariously over the edge of his bed, a faint ache in his neck reminding him of the awkward position he’d been in. "Holy Mother of Jesus!" he exclaimed as he lost his balance, tumbling off the bed in a heap of blankets and scattered papers.

[Mature Content Warning] "Fuck, I kinda wish that scene was real," Damian mused. "I'd love to see the look on your boss's face as I make you mine." — Callum Pierce thought his life was perfectly under control—wealth, power, and the CEO title of a gaming company most people only dream of working at. But then the dreams started: memories of being Prince Caelan, the golden heir to a kingdom betrayed and destroyed—and of Ashur, the stablehand he’d loved with his whole soul. Now, Callum’s sure of two things: reincarnation is real, and Micah Liu, the shy but ridiculously talented intern at his company, is Ashur reborn. But in this life, Micah is a stranger—and worse, he has a boyfriend; Damian Wells. Reincarnation was not on Callum’s bingo card, and neither was this absurd, awkward love triangle. Between balancing CEO responsibilities and unraveling the tangled mess of their past lives, Callum has to navigate the perils of modern romance while resisting the urge to blurt out, “Hi, I think you’re my soulmate from another life and, oh, by the way, your boyfriend’s dad stabbed my dad once.” Will Callum win back the love of his past life? Can he uncover the truth behind their tragic downfall before history repeats itself? And most importantly, can he survive the awkward lunch dates?

They say Love is blind, but no one is ever truly blind in love. We see everything; we just choose to ignore them because we're scared to move on or start afresh. Twenty-eight years old, Emma Winters has her dreams clearly defined. To have a loving family, a beautiful home, and a stable, fulfilling life. Not only do those dreams come crumbling down when her husband hands her divorce papers just when she tells him she's pregnant, but her pride and dignity are questioned when Jake announces that Emma was unfaithful to him. Emma loses hope in everything she believes in. However, hope comes to her when the enigmatic billionaire Alexander Sterling offers her a way out: A contract marriage to him. Will Emma accept this way out of her predicament even when this savior is none other than her ex-husband's uncle? What happens when she accepts the contract and is only chased back by her ex? Will she return to her once lover, or will she accept her growing feelings for her contract husband? Find out as we unravel Emma's story together! *****Excerpt******** “Why would you help when I was put in this mess by my own husband?” Emma cut in, now crying. “Because your husband is my nephew, and not only do I want to salvage the situation my nephew put you in, I want to escape his plot,” Alex said, and Emma’s heart stopped for a moment, a cold chill running down her spine as she replayed the words in her head. Nephew? His nephew? Jake was this man's... Alex's nephew? She mused, and then the realization of what that meant dawned on her like a crashing wave, knocking the breath from her lungs. Her eyes widened as she stared at him, the shock evident on her face. “Your nephew? You’re Alex Sterling, Jake's uncle?” she asked, unable to believe it herself. Alex nodded, his expression unchanged. “Yes. I'm his uncle,” Alex confirmed, and Emma shook her head.

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."

Once upon a time, there was a man who was confused, and there was a girl who lived with him, and helped him, however unconciously.

This is a work of fiction, any names, characters, stories or events, are fictitious! (Even the country in the story is just the author's fantasy as the author never visited those countries in the story) Armipotent is an archaic adjective meaning "strong in battle." Basically, it refers to someone who is physically tough in war. Originally, it was used to refer to the Roman god of war, Mars. ===================== Tang Shaoyang, an orphan who dropped out of the middle school to fight on the street as he found out school was useless for a penniless orphan like him. Tang Shaoyang dropped out of his school, fighting on the street, and made a name for himself. Berserker Tang from Youyouliucun. Afterward, Dragon Wing triad recruited him and everything was good for him. Even though the public deemed him as a tumor of society, Tang Shaoyang was having a decent life. Until one day, everything changed as an absurd and strange game started. "... Game starts! Stage one: Survival for The Fittest!" After the game started, zombies appeared out of nowhere. ... Ding! "You have killed 1000 zombies less than 24 hours since the game started! You gained 3 Talents!" Dong! "You may choose 3 Talents! please choose carefully!" Tang Shaoyang held his chin and mused what Talent he had to choose. "With Zombies appear everywhere, I need an infinite strength... this is one, I still need to choose 2 Talents more..." Then a lewd smile formed on his lips. "I want an infinite strength, charm and charisma to conquer women, and the last one, I want to upgrade my **** so I can please my women!" After saying this, Tang Shaoyang laughed aloud. "Hahaha, there's no way such talent exists... ehhhhh?!!!" Ding! Dong! "3 Talents are consumed! You have been granted Divine Body! Good Luck, Gamer Tang Shaoyang!" Tang Shaoyang immediately checked the detail of Divine Body. After a brief silence, he muttered unbelievably. "Such Talents really exist..." Note: I don't own the cover. If the creator wants me to take down the cover or put credit, please notify me by replying to my review at the Review section.

“I will agree on your condition after you win this game, there will be two rounds. If you win, I will grant you a wish; if I win, you will grant me a wish. What do you say?” He asked, smirking. “What if I win both rounds?” She asked back confidently. “Then I will grant you two wishes,” he declared. ~~~ A bet had led Laurel Cox into a situation she never thought she would find herself in. In a desperate attempt to save herself and her father from her ex-boyfriend's family's pressure, she resorts to making a deal with Nathaniel Luther, the richest man in Pearl City. What would Laurel do when she finds out he might not be her knight in shining armor and that this might not have a happy ending? Nathaniel Luther only knows one thing: Laurel Cox was his the moment he opened his eyes after 1000 years of slumber. He is cold, domineering, and ruthless. How would he win her heart when he had caged her against her will? What would happen when she finds out everything had been a carefully orchestrated plan by him from the very beginning? What happens when Laurel finds out that he has been keeping secrets from her?

Mia is plunged into a terrifying mystery when a white rose, left as a chilling threat, leads her down a rabbit hole of secrets surrounding a missing woman named Elara and a reclusive man, Jason. Driven by a relentless need to understand the connection between them, Mia investigates, navigating cryptic online forums and risking a dangerous return to Jason's eerie, silent home. There, she uncovers hidden journals and photographs that paint a tragic portrait of Jason's past: Elara, his muse, vanished, leaving him haunted by "shadows" and broken promises. A photograph reveals a potential lead – "The Crimson Theatre" – but Mia's investigation has not gone unnoticed. A shadowy figure, who sent the threatening rose, knows she's searching for answers. Now, Mia must escape, knowing she's been drawn into a dangerous game where the shadows are closing in.

Born a Mutant under Project Next gen, run by the government, Suki's life was already a mess from the beginning, now free from the clutches of the asylum she begins to plot her revenge. To bring justice to the children of the asylum.

A slow, mocking clap echoed through the darkness. A voice—smooth, rich, dripping with amusement—purred into existence. “The end?” Laughter followed, low and sultry, curling like silk in the air. “You must be kidding. Do you think a little thing like fate can stop me?” A soft hum. A pause. Then a wicked chuckle. “Love? Kindness? What use are such things when fear is so much sweeter? I was never meant to be saved, my dearies. This is no fairy tale.” The voice sharpened, rich with delight. “This is a villain’s tale.” A gust of wind howled, the shadows trembled, and the air crackled with unseen power. “And it is not over. In fact…” A pause. A single chime. > [Ding!] A cold, mechanical voice rang out, devoid of warmth yet brimming with eerie purpose. [Greetings, Host. I am the Villain Reform System.] [Your mission: To prove that even the darkest villainess can be redeemed.] [Failure to comply will result in execution.] Silence. Then—softly, slowly—the villainess laughed. And oh, what a laugh it was. “Villain reform?” she mused, voice curling with amusement. “Nah.” She tilted her head, grinning into the abyss. “Let’s go full evil.” > [Ding!] Villain Route Activated. Good luck, Host.] ---

Anna Maria was perfect. Gabrielle Nandia was not. Anna Maria had the sweetest of smiles, with a presence that purified upon arrival. Gabrielle did not. She was always alone and gloomy, and the only thing that followed her were bad rumors. That day, Anna Maria was in a bad mood and wanted to eat alone. She glanced out of the window from the cafeteria. Outside, a figure sat under the tree, eating. Every bite was framed with a resplendent expression, which shone so brightly it blinded her. There was no smile, but the expression shown was as ephemeral as ice, melting before one could fully grasp the allure of its sweetness. Anna Maria blinked, scrubbing her eyes and readjusting her glasses to make sure of what she had seen, but the occupant had left before she could tell who it was. She searched for a week and finally found her—Gabrielle Nandia. She grasped the palm of the startled girl with a bewitching smile. "Gabrielle, will you please be my muse?"

I AM THE FREE SOUL THATS JUST BORED OF READING ALL THESE FANTASIES !!! SO I WILL MAKE ONE ! SO LET LOVE BE REBORN IN THE CRIMSON RED COLOUR THE TAPASTY OF TRAGEDIES WE CALL LIFE

Lin Xiaowei una joven multimillonaria por accidente descubre que su brazalete de jade dejado como herencia de sus antepasados en realidad se transformó en un espacio portátil al caerle una gota de sangre por accidente. Asi que como amante de las novelas de viajes en el tiempo, transmigración e isekai ya sabiendo el futuro camino de las cosas decidió arreglar sus asuntos de la empresa familiar de la que era presidenta y luego se dispuso a comprar suministros al cabo lo que menos le faltaba era dinero, y cuando vio que podía necesitar mayor cantidad y productos decidió viajar por el extranjero y por muchos lugares del mundo para recolectar suministros, entre ellos fue ganado y aves de corral, semillas, granos de frutas, verduras , aceites sales y condimentos, también muchas hierbas medicinales desde buena calidad hasta pocas de calidad excelente. Compro ropa en grandes distribuidoras de ropa al mayoreo de mujer, hombre, niños y mujeres mayores, por lo cual al llevar una gigante cantidad de productos le hicieron descuento en cada tienda que iba independientemente de su categoría, recolecto mucha pesca marina, asi como productos ya hechos, compro también muchos electrodomésticos, generadores de energía, automóviles, motos, y bicicletas, compro muchos relojes desde modelos económicos hasta modelos caros, compro dulcería, repostería, y aunque dudo también consiguió muchas joyas, oro caligrafías, pinturas, libros tanto nacionales como extranjeros de todos los géneros y categorías, Preparo también muchos aparatos eléctricos como computadoras, tabletas, y celulares, asi como máquinas de coser, maquinaria médica, utensilios de cocina de pesca, de cultivación de flores y plantas, muchas recetas especiales de cada área y muchas cosas más. Para no desperdiciar compro muchas cosas ambientadas en la época de era y las demás eran de era moderna, y otras atemporales, solo cuando el espacio estaba muy lleno se sintió aliviada, el espacio era muy grande y tenía aparte del gigante terreno tenía varios almacenes para cada categoría, uno para alimentos ya creados, otro para granos, semillas y líquidos a granel, otro para ropa zapatos, telas accesorios y maquillaje y skincare. Uno para electrodomésticos, otro para libros recetas, caligrafías, libretas, pinturas para imágenes, plumas, pinturas, otra para juegos de niños y adultos, otro para oro y joyas, otro para accesorios y muebles de la vida cotidiana, otro con refrigeradores para alimentos fríos y congelados, y otros para vehículos, generadores de liz, petróleo, otro para herramientas y maquinaria de construcción, asi como muchos planos para armar maquinaria, y todavía quedaban muchos vacíos para cuando se cocechen lo que se plantó en el espacio. Esta la casa/mansión moderna, que tiene todo equipado para que viva una familia completa en ella. Asi que felizmente cuando regresaba a china después de estar todo un año vagando recolectando suministros y objetos el avión en el que venía sufre una gran turbulencia y ella lo último que oye es la voz ansiosa del capitán antes de caer en la inconciencia hasta que vuelve a abrir los ojos y descubre que efectivamente viajo en el tiempo a la era de 1975 como una joven educada huerfana de martires asi que adentrate en esta historia de como Weiwei se adapta a la era y como poco a poco va subiendo su rango de hasta volver a estar en la cima como en su vida anterior, pero alguien puede decirme porque ese hombre lobo se le pega y planea paso a paso para llevar a su nuera a casa

Karena kepengin tiket konser Muse, Nadya sampai merengek-rengek di pohon eucalyptus belakang sekolah. Nadya hampir nangis, cewek itu sampai menelungkupkan kepalanya. Akan tetapi, ketika Nadya mengangkat kepalanya lagi, Nadya melihat sosok cowok ganteng di depannya. Bukan, cowok itu bukan orang asing. Cowok itu adalah Aldo Nugraha, Ketua OSIS sekaligus teman sekelas Nadya yang pinter, ganteng, dan macho. Cuma satu hal yang ditanya Aldo. "Kamu mau tiket konser Muse?" "Iya," ujar Nadya, masih dengan wajah manyunnya. "Aku punya satu tiketnya," ujar Aldo. "tapi kamu yakin?" "Yakin kenapa?" tanya Nadya bingung. "Ada perjanjiannya." "Hah?" Nadya mengernyitkan dahi. Perjanjian apa? Ah, bodo amat dah! Yang penting Nadya bisa dapat tiketnya! "Oke oke, gapapa! Apa aja perjanjiannya asal aku dapet tiketnya," ujar Nadya sembari mengangguk yakin. Habisnya, dia nge-fans banget sama Muse! "Oke. Perjanjiannya itu..." ujar Aldo, matanya menatap Nadya dengan menerawang. Aldo pun tersenyum manis, lalu cowok itu melanjutkan, "Kamu jadi pacar aku."

Sometimes, God has chosen the right path for you, but you go against it... ~~ Isabel was a commoner living in the village of the kingdom of Valaraeth, a place where dragons roamed the skies, high and mighty. These untouchable heavenly beings could only be ridden by the royal family and nobles. "Is it not unfair?" she would muse, her pretty eyes shining with awe and enthusiasm whenever she saw a dragon flying over her village. She yearned to be with them, to touch them, and to ride across the beautiful world on their backs. Her dream came true when she discovered she was a royal—the youngest daughter of the King of Valaraeth. But every pretty dream came with a price, one she neglected to consider in her hopeful reverie. Taken to the palace, Isabel's life seemed perfect: beautiful dresses, elder royal siblings, and a loving queen mother. But the facade shattered when she learned the truth—their cruel and twisted personalities lay hidden beneath their beautiful masks. Every member of the royal family had a dragon bonded to them by blood in childhood. Her dragon was the youngest of the Emberstorm clan, an ancient lineage of fire dragons. Isabel was the first in a hundred centuries to be chosen by a fire dragon, sparking jealousy and hatred from everyone. ~~~ Excerpt: "I, Scorvius Drá Ashéncrest XII, Sovereign of Valaraeth, hereby sever all ties between the 6th Princess Isabel Drá Ashéncrest of Valaraeth and the esteemed lineage of Ashéncrest. Let it be known across our realm that she stands alone, stripped of her birthright, for she has committed an unforgivable sin—the slaying of her own dragon, the last dragon of the proud Emberstorm lineage." With solemn resolve, the king decreed her fate, yet Isabel remained unmoved. Her thoughts were consumed by the haunting memory of her dragon's final breath. She found herself thrust upon the platform of condemnation, judged in the unforgiving gaze of the assembled court, denied the chance to plead her case or offer explanation.

He raised the barrel of the gun to his head and pulled the trigger. before he could even process the deafening bang of the gun, he lay dead in the instant. His eyes peeled open "H-Huh? What was that dream?" "..." "Well I guess it's a sign to finally commit to it" He mused to himself "BANG" Following the events of his dream, he'd resolve himself, and once again took his own life. But then, his eyes fluttered open. His trembling hand reached for his face, feeling the warm, steady stream of tears tracing down his cheeks. “I’m… crying?” Every time Exnil dies, he awakens 24 hours earlier—alive, tormented, and remembering everything. Is he dreaming? Cursed? Or is reality itself unraveling? S.A.G.E.—the System of Advanced Genetic Engineering—has catapulted humanity into god-like realms, humans manipulate the "God Particle." Blurring the lines between science and magic, Elements bend to human will. But traveling back in time? No, it was a realm humanity had yet to reach. "What's happening to me??? I'm not a clockwork magician, Hell, not even a grand clockwork magician can do this... I can't even use magic, how is this possible?"

[MATURE CONTENT] Kyle dissappeared one day without a word living a young Lara broken and angry with the world. The two meet again However Lara hated her so much for she thinks  Kyle was the reason for her ruin but what will she do when someone she despises the most becomes her only muse?. On the other hand Kyle wanted redemption but the little teen and kind Lara was no more, How can she survive the wrath of a beast like her, Especially when she is on hunt for her soul. And all in all why did she leave in a first place?.

La humanidad se ve obligada a cambiar de mundo y no precisamente de la manera más normal. Una entidad suprema les avisa que su planeta seria destruido en unos años asi que para conservar la especie humana los envia a otro universo, en concreto a un planeta con las mismas condiciones de vida y un tamaño mucho más grande. La diferencia esque no habrian edificaciones y avances tecnológicos, tendrian que empezar de cero pero con cosas nuevas. La humanidad despertó "Habilidades" ya sea para sobrevivir, combatir e incluso hacer frente a criaturas desconocidas.

“Well then,” she mused, stretching out her new, weakened limbs. “Let’s see what kind of life I’ve stolen.” ********************************** Once the cherished daughter of the wealthy Zhao family, Mei Ling lost everything when tragedy struck. Coerced into marriage with the cruel Mei Feng, she endured years of neglect. With no escape, she took her own life. But death was not the end. Althea, a warrior from another world, awakens in Mei Ling's body, seething with vengeance. No longer weak, she will uncover the family's darkest secrets, reclaim Mei Ling’s stolen dignity, and make them all pay.

Rosie Blackwood gave up everything to honor a promise: she left behind her name, her life, and her freedom to live as Jiang Meilin, the best friend who died to save her, Rosie has spent years navigating a dangerous world of power and shadows as a mafia heiress. Her goal was simple: to fulfill Jiang Meilin’s dreams as a final act of loyalty and gratitude. But everything changes when she crosses paths with Zhao Jingshen, a cold and ruthless enigmatic CEO with the power to unravel her resolve. Drawn into his world, Rosie finds herself fighting emotions she never thought she was capable of having. Zhao Jingshen makes her heart race in ways she never expected, threatening to expose the vulnerabilities she’s hidden beneath her icy exterior. Just when she began to believe in the happiness she thought she’d never have... Her world shatters again when she discovers the truth... Jiang Meilin was alive, and the threats endangering her family were related to her. Betrayed by the past and caught in a web of danger, Rosie must reconcile her love for Jaesun with the lies that brought them together. As love and danger collide, Rosie’s carefully constructed plans begin to crumble. Will she risk everything to follow her heart, or will her responsibility as the Blackwood heiress destroy the fragile bond she’s built with the one man who sees through her mask? A thrilling tale of love, loyalty, and sacrifice where passion burns brightest in the shadows. Excerpts from the story: "You know," he said after a while, "when you said you were going out to commit a crime, I half expected you to be robbing a bank or something." Meilin snorted. "Please. I have more finesse than that. Besides, why steal money when you can steal someone's peace of mind?" A chuckle escaped Meilin's lips despite herself. "You're waltzing into a hurricane, Zhao Jingshen." She was talking about being in a relationship with her. "Then be my eye of the storm," he challenged, swinging open his car door with theatrical flair. "Shall we embrace the tempest?" Meilin arched an eyebrow. "Who would believe the ice-cold CEO of Zhao Corporation could melt so thoroughly?" "Well!" Laughter danced in his voice. "What's a man to do when his wife decides to play runaway bride? I'd turn myself inside out if it meant keeping you in my orbit."

The dimly lit room was cloaked in a shroud of secrecy, its walls lined with maps, photographs, and cryptic notes that spoke of unseen dangers and tangled networks. The air was thick with the scent of old paper and cigar smoke, remnants of a world where power was wielded in the shadows. In the center of the room stood a figure, his presence commanding and ominous. Ivan Petrov, the feared Russian mafia leader, was a man whose name had become synonymous with fear and control. His reputation for cruelty and cunning was legendary, and his influence extended far beyond the criminal underworld. He was a man who thrived in darkness, pulling the strings of power from behind the scenes. Petrov's gaze was fixed on a map spread out before him, dotted with various locations and coded symbols. His mind was racing, plotting the next move in a game of high-stakes manipulation and deceit. The room's dim lighting cast deep shadows on his face, emphasizing the harsh lines of his expression. "There are always new players on the board," Petrov mused, his voice a low, gravelly whisper. "And every player has a weakness to exploit." Across from him, a shadowy figure emerged from the corner, stepping into the faint light. This was not an ordinary operative; this was a figure of enigma and danger, known only by whispers and rumors. The Broker, a mysterious and elusive figure, was as much a legend as Petrov himself. Their meeting was one of necessity and mutual benefit, but the stakes were high, and trust was a currency neither could afford. "The game is changing, Petrov," The Broker said, their voice carrying a cold, calculated edge. "The dynamics are shifting, and new players are emerging. Your empire is vulnerable." Petrov's eyes narrowed, a dangerous glint reflecting in them. "I am aware of the threats," he replied, his tone laced with menace. "But I have survived this long by adapting and eliminating any threat to my power. Tell me what you know." The Broker stepped closer, revealing a set of documents and photographs that detailed a series of operations and individuals connected to a new threat. These were not mere notes but a roadmap to a larger scheme—a scheme that could disrupt the delicate balance of power Petrov had worked so hard to maintain. "This," The Broker said, placing the documents on the table, "is a precursor to what could be a major upheaval. There are those who seek to challenge your position, and they are more dangerous than you might realize. We need to act swiftly and decisively." Petrov studied the documents, his mind working furiously to assess the implications. The stakes had been raised, and the threat was imminent. The world of shadows was never static; it was a realm where power constantly shifted, and the price of failure was unforgiving. "This is not a game for the faint-hearted," Petrov said, his voice taking on a tone of grim resolve. "I will deal with these new threats as I have dealt with all others. But I will need allies and information. Tell me what you require." The Broker's lips curled into a faint smile, a gesture that spoke of hidden agendas and complex alliances. "We need to ensure that we are always a step ahead. I have my own interests and resources, but we must work together to neutralize these threats. The balance of power must be preserved." As they exchanged information and forged an uneasy alliance, the room seemed to close in around them, the weight of their plans and the shadows of their past looming large. The stage was set for a new chapter in a high-stakes game of power and deception, and the consequences of their actions would reverberate through their lives and the lives of those who would become entangled in their web. Unbeknownst to them, the paths they were about to cross would set in motion a series of events that would test their resolve and shape their futures. In the shadows of their pasts and the darkness of their plans, a new narrative was beginning to unfold

Ella siempre supo que la odiaba, Sus miradas, Sus gestos, Sus afiladas palabras, Jamás ocultaron su odio y desprecio hacia ella, Pero Sofía jamás imagino tal humillación. Jamás por su mente pasó, Qué la dejara frente el altar, Y nada más y nada menos, Que por su hermana, Robert Miller no estaba dispuesto a romper una promesa ! Ni su palabra. Eso no estaba en juego, El había prometido a ese hombre que le salvó la vida , Qué el siempre la protegeria. Pero jamas penso que algo asi pasaria. La boda seguía en pie, Solamente qué el novio ya no era Anthony Miller , Si no Lucas , El nieto mayor de los Miller. Sofía no conocías Luca, solo escuchaba rumores como todo el mundo, El hombre era callado, poco sociable, y despiadado con sus enemigos, Imaginarse un hombre como él como esposo, Le hizo temblar las piernas, Y recordar en esos hermosos ojos azules . Pero no, Ella no se derrumbaría antes los ojos de los invitados , Suficiente humillación tenía , Con que el la dejar plantada, vestida de novia frente a Dios, Y esa gente. Ahora qué pasaría con su vida al lado de un hombre que no conocía . Al lado de un hombre que no sabía, si la odiaba más que su hermano menor , Porque tenía que aguantar tantas humillaciones, Tanto desprecio, tanta maldad , Porque su padre no la defendía , Eso ella no lo entendía , Pero con él sí acepto, cambiaría su vida por completo. Descubrir su pasado y linaje, Fue demasiado para alguien como ella . Pero sobretodo la reaccion de Liam , Era algo que no esperaba, Por que hasta ahora su primer amor demostraba interes, O acaso era obsecion y no amor, La llegada de su abuelo, Y descubrir su verdadero linaje, Trairia a un hombre que la aria soñar con probar esos labios, En olvidar a su primer amor , y alejarse de ese matrimonio, Su pasado era oscuro, pero su presente , No se miraba mejor, Que deparaba el futuro no lo sabia, Pero le emocionaba descubrirlo, Junto a las personas que la amaban, Emily , Timothy , Que pasara en su futuro. Jacob Arthur winxor Archiduque del reyno de winminhort, Basto una mirada para saber que Sofia era el amor de alma gemela. Y de alo estaba seguro no la dejaria ir de su vida. que pasara ahora, con una confundida Sofia spencer, que eligira su amor de juventud , O este imponente hombre de aspecto rudo, mayor que ella. Pero que no podia negar le atraia de una forma que ni ella sabia era capas de desear, mas con ese beso que le nublo la mente y la hizo desear mas. que pasara en esta intrigante historia descubrelo, habra venganza a una hermana traicionera ¿ a un engaño inperdonable. a un doloroso amor.

In the demonic realm, the title of Tarath, once a name, has become synonymous with the demon emperors. Two thousand years after the original Tarath's death, a new era dawns with the ascension of King Virex of the Aeriel Demon Kingdom to the throne of Demon Emperor. However, this time, a Demon Empress is born, challenging the ancient traditions. King Virex, wary of the power and unpredictability of demonesses, remarks, "Demonesses are problems themselves, what more could a Demon Empress be?" The new Demon Empress, Tarath, is a figure of immense power and desire. By her side is Bain, a half-mortal, half-fox demon whose loyalty and unexpected strength have made him indispensable. Despite his mortal origins, Bain has grown powerful and has outlived many pure demons. *** As Tarath sits on her grand throne, her beauty and allure are undeniable. Her subjects know her as a demon driven by lust and desire. Bain, ever loyal, kneels before her, his eyes filled with admiration. She extends her hand seductively, and Bain, understanding her unspoken command, kisses it reverently. "Demon kings covet the throne," she muses. "They dream of killing me to take it, but it will remain just that—a dream. You've grown powerful, Bain. Do you also desire my throne?" Bain pauses, then looks up at her with unwavering devotion. "I want you, not the throne," he declares. **** In the demonic realm, rain is acidic and falls only once every 5,000 years. But what happens when the Demon Empress ventures into the mortal realm and feels the pure rain on her skin for the first time? And what if she encounters the rain god? This story is a tapestry of emotions—unspoken feelings, lust, confusion, loyalty, ambition, betrayal, pain, and epic battles. The clash of desires and the struggle for power will determine the fate of the demonic realm. volume 1:Birth of the demon empress and the freak

To save her mother, she was handed over to him by her father. She thought she was someone insignificant to him, yet he treated her with unexpected care. She believed he was gentle and affectionate, but time and again, he ignored her pleas for mercy! Facing the devilish side of him, she wanted nothing more than to escape. But to her shock, she was told she was pregnant!

Los Superheroes existe. Hace 10 año aparecio el primero de ellos: Atlas. Su aparicion, inspiro a otros a proteger el mundo con sus poderes. Pero asi como aparecio, Atlas se fue. El tiempo paso y ahora la sociedad venera a los heroes, sus nobles protectores. Pero la realidad no es tan brillante como la pintan. Una cruda verdad se esconde tras la sociedad Superheroica. Ashley, una universitaria demaciado curiosa para su bien, presencio el asesinato de un hombre. ¿El asesino? El heroe más famoso de la actualidad. A su rescate llegaria Atlas, quien ah estado oculto los ultimos 10 años. Su hambre de respuestas la llevara a develar la oscura verdad detras de los superheroes. Ahora, Ashley y Atlas deberan hacer equipo para evitar que esa oscuridad consuma al mundo. Porque, por mucho que él lo odie, ahora estan juntos en esto.