Chopper Fluttering

“An illegitimate child will always be an outsider.” For Yu Lixue, life in the Yu family was one of endless humiliation. As the unwanted daughter with no mother to defend her, she was treated like a pawn, used, ignored, and discarded. Her talents—her paintings, her songs—were stolen by her stepmother and conniving half-sister, who claimed them as their own. Her life was a series of shadows and silence, living under their lies. But when her half-sister fled an arranged marriage with Mo Ran, a powerful but reclusive man, the family forced Lixue to take her place. Once again, her wishes were disregarded. Her marriage to Mo Ran was cold, distant—another prison she had no choice but to endure. Until the night she died in a mysterious accident, her pleas for justice buried along with her. Yet fate gave her a second chance. Reborn into the same world that betrayed her, Lixue returns with a vow: she will take back everything they stole—her art, her voice, her freedom. And when she reenters her marriage with Mo Ran, he surprises her with a proposition: he will help her get revenge against those who wronged her. But Lixue is wary. Why is this man, who barely showed her any warmth before, now offering to stand by her side? As they plot against the Yu family, Lixue realizes that Mo Ran has his own reasons for revenge. Their alliance begins to blur the line between ally and enemy, and she questions whether he’s truly on her side or if he has his own hidden agenda. In a world filled with deceit and betrayal, Yu Lixue must decide: will she risk trusting her husband, or will she forge her own path to reclaim what’s hers, no matter the cost? Excerpt: Lixue stared down at the steaming bowl of soup on the table, blinking in surprise. Mo Ran placed it before her with a steady hand, his usual calm expression softened just slightly by a flicker of something unreadable in his eyes. She tried to catch his gaze, but he’d already turned away, busying himself with the teapot. “Why are you…?” she murmured, glancing between the bowl and him, her voice trailing off. He looked up, meeting her eyes with a hint of amusement. “Why am I what?” She fumbled for words, her cheeks warming. “Why are you…being so nice to me?” A small smile played on his lips, barely there but just enough to leave her heart fluttering. “Is it so strange for a husband to be kind to his wife?” She opened her mouth to reply, but nothing came out. The Mo Ran she remembered from her past life had been as cold as winter, never sparing her a second glance. This new version of him, warm and considerate, left her feeling…confused. “Eat,” he said, his voice soft. “You didn’t eat much at breakfast.” She nodded, taking the spoon with a slight tremor in her fingers. The soup was rich, comforting—something she would have loved as a child. The warmth of it melted away a part of her guardedness, leaving her strangely vulnerable. As she set down her spoon, she glanced at him again, still puzzled. “What’s gotten into you, Mo Ran?” “…” “Let’s just say I want to spoil you my darling..” Extra tags: #Rebirth#FaceSlapping #SchemingSister #ColdHusbandTurnedSweet#EnemiesToLovers#IllegitimateDaughter

Coming to my senses... I find myself a desperado. In the depths of azure, black sails flutter. Treasure gleams, blades ring out. Pillage, slaughter, irreverence towards the gods. Youth fades swiftly, all but meat and wine for pleasures. [Slice of Life][Romance Simulation][Business Simulation]

This is a game of deities. This is a fallen world. This is an endless voyage. Amidst the ruins of a shattered reality, a race known as "humans" dares to stake their existence on the faint glimmer of hope. "I shall return unto you the trials we once endured," proclaims a man of benevolent smile as he stands atop the pinnacle of the world. With fluttering banners, he gazes upon the radiant tapestry of the cosmos. He points a single finger toward the distant stars. Boom! A thunderous explosion shatters the silence, echoing across the desolate landscape.

Sierra Shyne never expected to wake up in the body of a notorious villainess. But when she transmigrates into Angelica D'Alathra, the cruel and scheming daughter of a noble house, she finds herself facing a fate much darker than she could have imagined. Angelica's life is riddled with death flags, political traps, and a cold prince who seems bent on ruining her. With only a mysterious "golden finger" system to guide her, Sierra must navigate the perilous world of royal politics, magic, and hidden enemies. Her mission: rewrite Angelica’s fate and avoid the fatal mistakes that led to her untimely death. But when Prince Alistair D'Alathra, the brooding and enigmatic crown prince, takes an interest in her, Sierra is caught in a dangerous game of tension, bickering, and unexpected attraction. Will Sierra survive the treacherous world she's been thrown into? Or will love—and the prince she must learn to trust—be the death of her? In this fast-paced royal romance full of twists, magic, and political intrigue, nothing is ever as it seems. Prepare for a heart-fluttering journey where every choice could mean the difference between life and death.

A lowly slave finds herself at odds with the merciless crown prince, their fates dangerously entwined, and meant to separate only with her inevitable death by his hand. Sold to a brothel as a child, she wore the mask of insanity to escape the brutal clutches of life that awaited her, but it only brought her to another hell. She persisted, hoping to one day find her freedom and return to the ethereal valleys where she was born. All Alyssane desired was to find her home. One night of mystery and murder thrusts her into a dangerous game-shards of her memories are missing, she is accused of a fatal crime she could not escape, and her path entangles her with the cruel prince. She knows how things would end. But deceiving fates could be impossible when the man supposed to end her life is both her captive and her savior, when he is cold and menacing yet so easily mesmerizes her with his sweet nothings. His sins are known far wide and are darker than any nightmares plaguing her mind. She knows their fates together would entangle in a brutal mess, though it doesn’t stop her heart from fluttering like a caged bird whenever he is near. And he’s always near. Stirring a heat inside no forbidden thing ever should. In a world where love is a treacherous game, and vicious schemes are whispered behind every shadow, Alyssane must use every ounce of her charm and cunning to survive, even if it means enchanting the cruel prince out for her blood. ⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅ The crown prince's fingers trailed down her back, a slow, deliberate path that sent a shiver, half fear half something she did not dare name, through Alyssane. His gaze held hers, intense and unwavering. “What are you hiding?” He murmured, his breath hot against her skin as she defiantly met his eyes, “Maybe I don’t you to find out.” A sly smile curled over his lips and he leaned in, his warmth flooded her heart with mixed emotions, in contrast to the coldness of his eyes with a thinly veiled threat, “Are you sure?” "What do you want from me?" she asked, her voice barely a whisper. His eyes locked onto hers, filled with a dark promise. “Everything.” ⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅ Thank you for stopping by~! Enchanting The Cruel Prince is in a beta phase that I am slowly developing by managing a few hours from my packed schedule. The updates will remain slow, but if you enjoy the story, you can add it to your library and revisit it when there are more chapters or the novel is completed. Feel free to share any thoughts you have in the comments. Happy reading!

"Come with me to take over the world! I am sure I'll make you King of Kings by then!" declared an invigorate figure. His long reddish blue hairs fluttering with a burning red gaze, he smirked. The 13 boys stared at him stunned. "What? Are you surprised?" Bewilderment yet a promise and an everlasting bond formed, So it begins the journey of stars. A mysterious and an amazingly talented juvenile cricket player Alan Rex Lorenzo, (concealing his identity) after suffering a huge loss two years ago, travels around the world in search of a strong team to rival the upcoming Men T-20 cricket world cup. Upon recieving a call from his brother from the Under-18 High school representatives cricket base, he heads back to Pakistan to encounter what he wandered insearch for long. Prodigies and Geniuses of all kinds from all over the country with talents shockingly astounding from one another gather together. Secrets and bonds, understanding and trust, hardwork and passion, relentless, brave and a youth never giving up! The kings of cricket alongside Alan rise up at the world stage once again!

In the mystical realm of Werleria, The Sorcerer Kingdom, Sylteena Benedict, the "Cursed One," already receiving the worst side of life, is forced into a marriage with the enigmatic Prince Anthony — One who bears a dark secret that is the root of his ruthlessness. As she navigates the treacherous landscape of court politics and family feud, Sylteena discovers a beast in the forest who challenges everything she thought she knew about love and loyalty. Torn between the ruthless prince and the mysterious creature, Sylteena must choose her path and confront the true nature of her heart's desire. - "Where humanity and beasthood blur, love becomes a perilous puzzle." Extract: Anthony's hands closed around Sylteena's wrists, chaining her to the headboard. His intense gaze pierced at her as he whispered, "Escape is impossible, little one." His lips claimed hers in a possessive kiss, sending shivers down her spine. Her body was already too weak to struggle. • • • Despite his inhumane features, no one had ever handled her more delicately then a petal. As their kiss deepened, Sylteena's heart fluttered with a sense of longing and affection. She pressed against the soft cushion of the bed, feeling the powerful beat of his heart, matching her racing pulse. In that moment, she knew she was where she belonged, in the embrace of the one who had captured her heart — in the embrace of a real beast.

What was worse than death itself? Well it was dying knowing that no one would miss you, knowing that your death was a favour to everyone you ever knew. This was exactly how I felt the day I died. I was the love child of the Eclipse Alpha King, in a time where the mate bond was considered sacred, a child born out of wedlock was nothing short of sacrilegious... 'It was his fault, he loved someone other than his mate...' 'It was his fault, he had carnal knowledge of a human woman.' 'It was all his fault, my only crime was being born out of his lust.' But why was that Alpha King father of mine perfectly safe, while I was hated, scorned and blamed for everything instead? Why did I have to be my father's bargaining chip, used to achieve his goals? Why could I not get a rejection like everyone else but was instead murdered by my own mate? Why was I killed before I even had a chance to live? I had a thousand questions and yet there was no one to answer and this was exactly how I died... So why then did my eyes flutter open to that day, a month before my death? Was it because of my little secret? A secret I will tell no one else but you... From the title of my tale, you must think I am an omega wolf... No, you got it wrong... I am not an Omega wolf, I am an Alpha wolf and my name is Omega. ~Second Book in the Werewolf Rebirth Series. *Not a prequel or sequel to 'The Alpha King's Nemesis', both books are not related save for the world setting and Werewolf Rebirth concept. *Cover art sourced from the internet, all credits to the original artist.*

“Evil God of the Universe, You are in every space and time. Present in every dimension of reality and govern the darkness of our world. Oh, almighty Atticus! Hear our plea and grant us your presence tonight, awaken my Lord!” The rain had completely stopped and the strong gale had subsided into the fading raindrops. The night had turned eerily silent and only the sizzling and cackling of the fire entered their ears. Suddenly, they all felt like floating from their feet despite setting foot on the watery, hard ground, as if they were traversing into space. The darkness of the night gradually turned darker, enveloping them, morphing into everyone, like a void eating them slowly. Sequentially, their breathing turned oddly slower. Despite exaggeratedly inhaling air to breathe, it was to no avail, as if a higher entity was limiting them from breathing. Nolan felt his throat and tried to open his mouth to gasp more air but failed. Everyone but him was in a state of indignation and panic as they struggled to breathe to fill their lungs with air. Nolan tried to calm his heart. He closed his eyes and stopped inhaling air in pure panic, instead, he put his heartbeat and breathing into a rhythm. It was hard at first, but after a minute, he found his breathing gradually went stable. His whole being was in pure anticipation of what was going to happen next. After a couple more minutes, the storm completely subsided, the night turned to normal. Nolan remained standing, taking in his surroundings with his eyes closed. Everything turned silent. The eerie atmosphere and the crackling of the fire from the hay figure didn’t even enter his ears. Nolan waited for a couple more minutes, his breathing turning normal. He was reluctant to open his eyes, afraid he might ruin their ritual. “It’s alright now, Young Master. You can open your eyes now.” Nolan’s breathing hitched. He jolted on his feet as he fluttered his eyes open. “Atticus? W-why are you here?” The butler, standing in front of him, a raincoat hung on his arms, smiled. “I am everywhere, Young Master, in order to best serve you.” **** Atticus, a demi-god from the underworld, was cast out of his parents from their realm and was thrown into the human world. The reason? He hadn't given them grandchildren yet.

In a world where the forces of good and evil are locked in an eternal struggle, a decisive battle unfolds on a sunlit battlefield. On one side, the humans stood in disciplined rows, their armor gleaming in the sunlight, banners fluttering in the wind. On the other side, a lone figure in a dark robe, eyes glowing red, and a crazed smile on his face, stood defiantly. "Devil, surrender now or face our wrath!" the leader of the human army commanded. The so-called devil remained silent, raising his hand and beckoning them with a taunting gesture. "Come get me," his motion seemed to say. That was the signal. The army charged forward, weapons raised, determined to vanquish the evil before them. But as the battle commenced, it quickly turned into a one-sided massacre. The devil moved with terrifying speed and power, cutting down soldiers left and right. The cries of the fallen filled the air, and those at the back, seeing the hopelessness of their fight, turned and fled in panic. "Running away, are we?" the devil sneered. "Don't think you'll escape alive!" He pursued them relentlessly, his massacre unceasing until only the leader remained, standing amidst the carnage. "You truly are a devil," the leader gasped, his voice trembling. "I am not the devil," the figure replied, his voice cold and menacing. "I am Blackheart." With that, Blackheart seized the leader's head and, with a gruesome twist, tore it from his body. Holding the severed head aloft, he shouted to the heavens, "Are you going to keep watching, oh 'god,' or do I need to do more to get your attention?" His crazed smile never wavered as he awaited a response from the silent sky. --------------------------------------------------------- Will the god respond to Blackheart's taunt, or will the world be left to face his wrath alone? What is Blackheart's true purpose, and why does he seek the attention of the divine? Can anyone stand against Blackheart's overwhelming power, or is humanity doomed to fall before him? Find out in THE DEVIL'S SUCCESSOR SYSTEM

When Daphne opens a mysterious, ancient book, she’s transported into a captivating yet perilous Victorian world—a realm of shadows, secrets, and forbidden magic. Lost in this enchanting land, she encounters Adonis, a strikingly handsome yet enigmatic commander with piercing blue eyes and a past that haunts him like a ghost. From their first, electric gaze, an undeniable connection sparks—a blend of fear, longing, and destiny intertwining their fates. Under the moonlit skies, amidst fluttering butterflies and the sound of rain, their romance blossoms—a fragile light in a world cloaked in darkness. But their love is threatened by the empress’s sinister schemes, a cursed herb driving men mad, and the relentless pull of an imperial conspiracy. Together, Daphne and Adonis must navigate the labyrinth of secrets surrounding the empire and the book that brought her here. As their bond deepens, Daphne discovers that her arrival was no coincidence. The book holds answers, but every revelation brings new dangers. Can their love survive the storm? And will Daphne find her way home, or has her heart already anchored itself to this enigmatic man and his world? Dive into a tale of romance, mystery, and suspense, where love defies time, and destiny is written in the whispers of butterflies' wings.

"This princess's new bodyguard is the ultimate tsundere. What to do?!" Didn't he say I am annoying? Why is he looking at me with heart eyes? He said he will never be into me... What's with the fleeting touches then? Wait, what?! Did he just ask for a kiss with that professional face on? Alas, was my one-sided attraction wasn't that one sided after all? ... As the princess of Monteluna, all Amara wants is to live an idle life. She even negotiates her chance to study abroad, away from the royal family. But two years in, life throws a curveball when the King declares: "From now on, you will have a new personal bodyguard!" Rafael Varder. A brooding, mysterious man with piercing green eyes. From their first encounter, he saves her. By the second, they talk and he vanishes after making her heart flutter. The third time they meet, there’s a twist: Rafael isn’t just some handsome stranger she could crush on at will—he’s her new personal bodyguard aka her shackle. Feeling blindsided, Amara decides to take control by laying down the ground rules: no unnecessary meddling, no constant hovering, and definitely no controlling her life. But Rafael? He breaks every single one of her rules while shoving his unbearably gorgeous face in her sight 24X7. The lines get blurred as the princess and her bodyguard entangle in a game of love, hate & desires. But when Amara realizes that Rafael comes with secrets that will destroy any possibility of them, would she still give in to the temptation? Will Rafael be able to protect her—not just from danger, but from the demons of his own identity?

Beneath Secrets and Scandalous Pain When a one-night stand with a CEO results in pregnancy, a reluctant marriage binds two strangers together, but as tackle scandals, conflicts, and their own demons, they discover a love that heals their deepest wounds. ** "Why didn't you tell me?" He asked her as he began the ride to his house. "You had your men drag me out, remember?" She laughed and closed her eyes, the soft curve of her smile a stark contrast to the tension between them. Leo stared at her, his gaze lingering for a moment before he looked away, his expression unyielding. Nothing can make him fall in love with her. "Did you understand my terms?" he asked, his voice low and detached. "My lawyer will arrive soon, but first, I need you to understand." Abi's eyes fluttered open, her gaze meeting Leo's in the rearview mirror. "You told me that we are going to be married because of our scandal and the baby," she began, her voice even. "We are free to be in other relationships. We are not going to share any slightest form of intimacy, and we would go our separate ways when the baby is born. And, of course, I'll still have access to the baby." A small smile settled on his face, approval flickering in his eyes. "Seems like you're not that useless. You're a little smart." Abi's smile grew, a spark of pride igniting in her voice. "I was the most brilliant kid in my class. I had a GPA of 4.7 when I was graduating." Leo's smirk was lightning-fast. "That's so low. I would have graduated with a 10.0, but unfortunately, I was still the highest with a 5.0 in my department. You may go back to school to match my score."

Plop, swing, flutter — the motion of life. You can't trust her, or maybe you can. Acceptance may be a key to a lock... we have yet to know. Round about it goes and Mia finds herself kneaded like clay being sculpted - and she could be the one sculpting the clay on herself.

[Mature Content +18] «Support book with your power stone» Given a second chance by been transmigrated into a different universe; one which his every dream could be accomplished there, with a system. Nate adventures and struggles in every way possible to get strong and protect those he cared for in this new world. Driven by the desire for more power, he puts himself in every life and death battle just to improve himself.... toughening his will and challenging destiny. «Quest received» [Defeat the enemy] [Difficulty: hard] [Reward: lv 10 magic abilities, level up +2] A young man who was slaying his enemies, causing massacre on the battleground heard the sound. Lifting his head, he stared at the distant figure. “What the......”, opening the mouth wide, he stared at the creature moving in his direction.“I’m doomed...” he said, but not losing his will. Standing on the battlefield, Nates black cloak was covered in blood with cuts all over,his blue eyes expressing helplessness and exhaustion with his long black hair fluttering through the wind waves adding to his handsome charming features, he was like a devil from the abyss. ~~~~~~ >Will his adventure to become the strongest duo cultivator in the new universe be accomplished, with the soo many challenges he faces??..... or will there be someone or something to stop him from doing so??? Join the the adventure......

Does love hurt or it makes your heart flutter? Teresita, a 25-year-old always asked these questions every time she finished reading her books or watched dramas on television. She wished to meet her prince charming and felt love like the characters in the story. Not until she vanished from the city library to the unknown world where she will meet her lover.

Consumed by vengeance, Mitchelle becomes the Quinn’s CEO's secretary, determined to destroy those who ruined her family. Her father was killed and his company was stolen, her mother driven mad, and her family left penniless. The culprit? The very man she's now working for. But fate throws a curveball when Mitchelle discovers her knight in shining armour, Mason, is none other than the CEO. Her crush since that fateful night, Mason makes her heart skip beats. Yet, she refuses to let emotions cloud her judgement. With her eyes fixed on revenge, Mitchelle must navigate her own feelings. Can her quest for justice withstand the temptation of love? Or will Mason's charm crumble her resolve? Can revenge take over a crush that might turn out to be love,while being close to him?! * Taking in his chiseled features and appearance,mitchelle’s eyes roved over mason,the man who saved her on a desolate night—her savior. Her heart skipped a bit only just staring at him, a foreign feeling blubbering at the pit of her stomach, she’d never experienced such a feeling before. In her twenty three years and no man had made her heart skip but…until him. Only the thought of him made it flutter and ready to fly away. Why the hell was it him? Why?she thought. Mitchelle steeled herself, shaking off every Ill thought of love. Revenge comes first, love was a weakness she can’t afford, not now or ever. join our discord server and let’s talk more: https://discord.gg/82WxJk2me9

As the last of the mist was expelled from her lips the man holding onto her stiffened further. He could only watch on helplessly as her silver eyes that used to glower at him with disdain slowly dim. His hands quiver out of despair and helplessness. "Wang Lan Biyu, keep your eyes on me. Do not fade away yet, do you hear me? I don't permit you to die!" The woman's pale face splashed with bits of blood rose into a weak disdainful smile. "You-*gasp..still want *gasp to act better than me..in the end*cough-" His eyes redden as another splash of red covers her pale lips. "Lan Biyu..." "-Chuanli*cough my guqin from master,...you hold onto it for me...ok?" Her last sentence was a faint weak whisper before her eyes flutter close shaking his heart and rattling his mind. "Lan Biyu!" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ -Please be civilized and don't steal my cover as your own.

#completed!!! As Sophia lay beneath Ragnar, she watched in awe as a primal energy surged through him. Ragnar's body trembled, his muscles tensing and freezing in place, as the runes coursing through him glowed with an intense crimson hue. It was as if a vibrant river of power flowed within him, originating from his heart and branching out to every inch of his being. His nails elongated and sharpened, while his canines protruded from his pristine row of teeth, revealing his primal nature. Ragnar's body quivered as the remnants of the ancient entity receded. His breaths came in ragged bursts, his eyes fluttering open to reveal a mix of relief and anguish. "Ragnar...," Sophia's voice trembled as she called out Ragnar's name. Ragnar startled, slowly opening his eyes. His irises slitted, elongating like those of a reptile. The orbs mirrored Ymat's, an exact reflection of his dragon's eyes. Sophia's jaw dropped in astonishment. So, this was the birth defect he had concealed all this time. ~~~ #completed #war #kingdombuilding #loveaftermarriage #politics #multiplecouple #mutant #princess #diplomacy #heartwarming “All is fair in love and war” Prince Ragnar Clementine, suddenly appointed Lady Sophia Mary, the leader of mystical healer clan, to be his war prize after protecting Cescil Kingdom. However, Sophia had already been married to her husband of three years, Sir Arthur George, though they had yet to have a child. Yet, deep within Sophia's core, a hunger for Ragnar grew, a hunger that consumed her body and soul. In a world where duty and passion collide, will they succumb to the depths of their hunger or find the way to resist? ~~~ WARNING: - THE COVER BOOK IS COMMISSIONED - READ THE HASHTAG!!! - Slow burn type love story - Not smut centered story! - Mature contents and R18+ explicit in later chapters, approximately chapter 60 above. - I give warning at the beginning of chapters! ~ ~ ~ other works: - Sequel: Undressed by the half beast King #completed - Wolfdale: Blood of The Moon - Mafia Princess: Raised by Wolves - The Man of My Bitterest Lesson #completed

A girl had been locked away in a basement, her condition dire. Her wrists were tied with ropes, and her face reflected fear and exhaustion. Four men stood in the room, mocking her pain with twisted enjoyment. One of them laughed and said, “Don’t bother trying to escape, it’s impossible for you to get out of here.” Another added, “Let’s go outside for a smoke, leave her here to rot. We’ll be back in a while.” Laughing, the four men left the basement, shutting the door behind them. The girl quickly composed herself, determined to free herself from the ropes. After several moments of struggle, she finally loosened the bonds. Her hands and legs were badly bruised, but she ignored the pain and pushed forward. She slipped out of the basement and ran into the dark alley. Her torn gown fluttered in the cold night air, and her loose hair flew wildly behind her as she sprinted, her breath coming in sharp gasps. Despite the pain and fatigue, she didn’t stop. Silence surrounded her, except for the sound of her footsteps echoing in the night. Her body ached, but she kept going, her steps growing more desperate with every passing second. Eventually, she found herself at the edge of a dense forest. Through her blurred vision, she saw a river flowing ahead. There was a faint glimmer of hope in her eyes as she stumbled towards it. Kneeling by the water, she tried to drink, her hands shaking. But before she could take more than a few sips, her strength gave out, and she collapsed unconscious by the riverbank. Outside Mumbai – Edge of the Forest On the edge of this forest stood a grand cottage, owned by Abir Rajvansh. Abir Rajvansh – 30 years old, standing 6 feet 2 inches tall, with sharp features, a wheatish complexion, and a dark, commanding aura. On the surface, Abir appeared as a successful businessman, but deep down, his life was a storm of secrets. Cold and ruthless, Abir viewed the world as nothing more than a game to be played. His eyes always reflected a hidden hatred and anger, emotions he had buried deep within. The Personality of Abir Rajvansh Abir’s calm exterior hid a mind constantly at war. His past cast long shadows over his soul, making him indifferent to the emotions of others. To him, people were mere pawns, and those who dared to challenge him often found their lives reduced to ashes. He had never tasted defeat and knew how to erase his enemies in silence, leaving no trace behind. Abir had come to his cottage with a group of friends to celebrate his birthday. But their celebration was interrupted when one of his friends, who had gone near the river, discovered the unconscious girl lying there. Abir was informed immediately. He raised an eyebrow in surprise and said, “A girl? Out here, in this wilderness?” Questions filled his mind, but he knew something unusual was at play. When Abir saw the girl lying there, her lifeless face and disheveled state, he couldn’t take his eyes off her for a moment. There was a strange restlessness in his gaze that he didn’t quite understand. Without hesitation, he ordered his men to carry her inside the cottage. Now, the question loomed—who was this girl, and how had she ended up here? Abir was eager to uncover the truth, but something else stirred in his heart—an unfamiliar emotion that he couldn’t quite place.

How long will you keep fighting, Anastasia Velt? It's already been a hundred lifetimes... Even the god of time was taken aback by the resolve of the forgotten princess. "I'll keep fighting. He's my father-it's my duty to save him and make him remember me," she replied, as she prepared for her hundredth cycle of life. With eyes fluttering open once more, the young princess was startled to find herself back in her early childhood-much earlier than before. In every past timeline, she'd returned at fifteen. But this time, something had changed. Even with the unfamiliar circumstances, Anastasia Velt resolved to correct the past for her father, Duke Lucius. Will her efforts finally succeed?

In 2024 a disaster came upon Earth, that caused the planet to change greatly. It was no longer the same. Magic, elf's, vampires, demons and so much more had changed it for the better or the worst. Asclepius now it's name and the baby who's eyes had fluttered open was Adrian Amdis Acheron. A new body, a new world and even a system. What secret does he hold and how will he manipulate everthing to his own advantage? But will the manipulator of manipulators be outsmarted? The one pulling the strings might not be Adrian as he gets washed away to whatever world would get him stronger. ___________________________________________________ This is completely mine. Everything is what I tought long and hard over. And especially used imaginition for. All characters are mine and so is the storyline. The cover isn't mine. If the owner wishes for me to remove it please contact me. *One to five chapters a week.

The first rays of dawn pierced through the dense foliage of the Azure Mountains, illuminating the verdant landscape in a soft, golden hue. High atop one of the mountain's peaks, a figure lay sprawled on the ground, unconscious and battered. As the sunlight caressed his face, his eyes fluttered open, revealing a pair of piercing blue irises.

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?"

After years of being a nerd, Ashley's bold move - destroying her dad's all-consuming lab project - transformed her into a stunning beauty. She thought this newfound freedom was life's best gift until she met Xavier, her boyfriend's irresistibly charming brother. ********************* "Come closer," Xavier whispered, his piercing green eyes sparkling with mischief. "I don't bite... hard." My cheeks flushed as I laughed nervously, my heart racing at the provocative hint in his voice. "I never thought you did," I replied, trying to sound nonchalant despite the flutter in my chest. But oh, how I wished he would – bite me, kiss me, devour me whole. The forbidden thought sent shivers down my spine. This was Trent's brother, after all. Off-limits. Yet, Xavier's gaze held me captive, beckoning me closer. ****************** Xavier, confined to a wheelchair, faced a grim prognosis: possibly never walking again. The sole hope for his recovery lay in a rare chemical, eerily tied to Ashley's transformation from awkward nerd to stunning beauty. However, this miraculous chemical came with a devastating catch: only one dose remained on earth, forcing Ashley to make an impossible choice: Use the chemical to restore Xavier's mobility or retain her captivating beauty, forged by the very same substance that had initially transformed her. Would Ashley prioritize Xavier's chance at walking again or cling to the beauty that had redefined her?

Christine Clark, a delicate bloom of thirty summers, wilts beneath the shadow of leukemia’s cruel embrace. Born to a family where dreams fluttered like fragile butterflies, she once believed in the magic of fairy tales. But life, that fickle storyteller, had other plans for her tender heart. Ensnared in the thorny vines of a loveless marriage, Christine’s world shatters like spun glass when she stumbles upon a betrayal most bitter—her husband entwined with her own sister. Fate, not content with this tragedy, casts her into the depths of an accident that leaves her gasping for air, for hope, for a chance to rewrite her story. With her last whisper, a plea escapes her lips, carried on the winds of destiny: a second chance to pen her own happily ever after.

Seraphine Patrick is a sweet, cheerful, and innocent girl who was born without an iris. A misfortune she had come to settle with while living in the outskirts of the village. She learned the act of self-reliant at a tender age when she lost the only parent she had ever known - her father. With the help of an eccentric old man, she worked in a pawn shop where she met a close-off, cold, and self-absorbed pure blood vampire, Xavier Orsini. Xavier is a cursed vampire whose birth disrupted the cosmic balance - he was not meant to be born. Due to his mother's misdeed, her punishment was to watch the child she went to a great length to conceive suffer throughout his lifetime. The path of Seraphine and Xavier not only crossed but their fate became intertwined when Seraphine was blessed with the eyes of a powerful spiritual being, Phemerah. Not only did Seraphine needed Xavier's protection from different species who would go to any lengths to possess the eyes, but he's also one of the few people who had no desire to aquire the eyes for himself. Xavier also discovered that with Seraphine's newfound abilities, there could be a way for his curse to be lifted. In the course of working together to achieve their goals, the two creatures with opposite traits found something more during their adventurous journey. ********** Excerpt: Few hours later when the sun was at its peak, true to Phemerah's word, her eyes fluttered open. "Oh thank the spirit god," the moon goddess jumped from where she had been sitting not quite long to rest her feet. Quickly moving to the bed, she offered her a glass of water, "are you all right, dear? Vamprith moved closer and brushed her locks aside, patting her carefully, "I'm fine." She replied with a raspy voice. "Is everything okay?" They asked, one doesn't need to ask about her power which has clearly left her body, the radiant skin is not the only give away but also the change in the color of her eyes, all trace of purple or lavender was gone, replace by brown eyes which marched her hair. "I'm fine" she repeated. "We both felt your abilities when it blessed our people, the surge of power in my wolves' limbs was enough to know they had gotten stronger." The Vampire King agreed, "I felt the agility in my vampires' body as well. The lightness in weight and strength in their power are enough sign that they have gotten stronger." The Moon goddess could not keep her curiosity at bay, "what about the eyes?" Phorus at that moment barged in, not minding that he could be punished for his rudeness, all he cared about was seeing his mistress. The goddess glared at him, just when she wanted to hear the location of the most powerful thing, "what insolence!" with narrowed eyes at Phorus for the rude interruption. Phorus bowed immediately, "forgive me my lady, I couldn't help but see for myself that that Lady Mine was awake, hale and hearty" "Do that again next time and you'll lose that eyes of yours, never to see your dear mistress anymore" she declared after Phemerah gave her an apologetic look for Phorus' behavior. "Dear Phorus, as you can see, I'm fine. I told you everything will be all right" "I'm glad you really are, Lady Mine, I thought I would never see you again." Not one to be patient for too long, the Moon goddess shooed him away so Phemerah could continue her speech. "So, what about the eyes?" "I don't know exactly where they are but I'm sure they are still in the Spirit realm; I can still feel them searching for a worthy abode. I'll know when they reside in another." "Is it possible to reside in a wolf" "Of course, species don't matter to them, they will reside in whoever they deem fit." "What if the worthy one is not yet born?" Said the Sun king "They will wait, even if they had to wait for centuries; they will. **********

{WARNING: MATURE CONTENT} Cold air brushed my face. Where am I? I couldn't tell, as everything was dark. Am I dead? Is this death? Everything submerged in darkness, where I couldn’t see anything or know where I was—not to mention having no idea if I still had a body. “She’s still alive…” I heard an indistinct voice, sounding so detached, bringing forth a terrible headache. Wait a minute. I’m still alive? Then I heard heavy footsteps moving closer to where I was, step after step. As cold as I lay, as broken as I was, I felt my skin crawling with fear, even with my eyes still tightly shut; the aura was overwhelming. The footsteps eventually stopped right before me. My brain and my body were sending me danger signals. This feeling was different from anything I’d ever felt. After a while of silence, I slowly parted my eyes to catch a glimpse of the figure standing before me, but I could see nothing except a blurry pair of emerald green eyes. And just like that, the footsteps retreated. Were they leaving? I asked inwardly as my eyes fluttered closed again, submitting myself to the darkness. But before I could go any further, I heard the deepest, coldest voice I’d ever encountered in my life. “Take her. She’s coming with me.” --- **Excerpt** “Why are you here?” He didn't respond this time. Instead, a familiar—oh, so familiar—chill crawled up my skin, settling on my heart, numbing it altogether. He'd been behind me all along. I remembered this feeling, and I remembered more when I felt him stop by my side. His large palm touched my jaw, bringing my face to look at him—at his emerald green eyes. “It’s you, isn’t it? You saved me from the cliff. I should be dead, forgotten. Why did you bring me back to this heart-wrenching place?” His fingers slipped through my silvery locks, and his gentle, hot breath fanned against my neck, leaving a tingling trail. “Because it’s not time for your death, Kaila, my sweet lady.” His lips paused by the tip of my ear. “And… I recognized fire when I saw one. Although I’m not often drawn to every fire, yours roared differently.” “You know nothing,” I whispered. He chuckled softly. “Yes. I didn't, but your eyes betray a deep, much deeper hunger, Kaila… Is it revenge? Or something more?” “What if I want to burn them all?” “Then allow me to be your fire.” --- Kaila Wynter endured being a slave for her mate, James Wellesley, for years in the pack, thinking he loved her. But when he returned, he not only paid her no mind and rejected her, he took everything, including her legs, and turned a blind eye while the whole pack chanted to kill her for something she knew nothing about. However, everything changed the night he came—the rumored king of hell. Rumors whispered that his touch brought destruction. But what if he didn’t destroy her, but claimed her, even as broken and damaged as she was? They thought they had tossed her to her death; little did they know it would be their fall and her rise.

University student Qianshui accidentally clicked on a game called "Yuan Shen" while lying in bed, and was forced into a world filled with monsters, cyberpunk aesthetics, and mechas. She finds herself in a realm of rifts appearing in various locations, monsters wandering the cities, and a bizarre cult that worships "gods," manipulating human destinies. In order to return home, Qianshui has no choice but to transform from a timid girl into a feared boss that everyone dreads. Xie Yu has recently noticed something strange about his seemingly fragile girlfriend. She insists that she is a demon, which makes Xie Yu's heart flutter; he finds her adorable. He often jokingly says, "That's right, our Shui Shui is the cutest demon." However, one day, during a monster wave, he witnesses his once timid girlfriend tearing apart an S-rank monster with her bare hands.

"Genevieve, don't you get it?" Jonathan's voice was laced with a hint of frustration, his words cutting through the air like a sharp blade. "I don't love you, and I never have," he continued, his tone devoid of emotion, leaving Genevieve's heart shattered into a million pieces. "Jonathan, wait... what do you mean?" Genevieve's voice trembled, her words barely above a whisper, as she struggled to comprehend the harsh reality. But Jonathan's expression remained resolute, his eyes cold and unyielding. "I love you, Genevieve, but I can't imagine a life with you," he said, his voice cracking with a mix of guilt and relief. "The wedding is off, I can't do this to myself," he declared, his words echoing through the room like a death sentence. Genevieve's world crumbled around her, her dreams shattered, her heart broken. "I'm sorry for telling you now," Jonathan said, his voice laced with regret, but it was too late, the damage was done. "Please stay," Genevieve begged, her voice cracking with desperation, but Jonathan was already gone, leaving her with a shattered heart. "I hope you find someone else," he said, his parting words a cruel twist of the knife, "someone who will love you like you deserve." But Genevieve's mind was a blur, her thoughts consumed by the anguish of Jonathan's rejection. She was lost in a sea of despair, unable to escape the pain that threatened to engulf her. Until Jayjay's soft voice pierced through the darkness, "Wake up, sleeping beauty." Genevieve's eyes fluttered open, her gaze locking onto her cousin's concerned face. "What are you doing in my room?" she asked, her voice husky from sleep, her mind still reeling from the vivid nightmare.