Hush Superman

I thought I was just an ordinary guy—until I woke up in Peter Parker’s body. Yeah. That Peter Parker. Spider-Man. The wall-crawler. The friendly neighborhood hero. But something’s not right here… This isn’t just the Marvel universe I know. In this world, Gotham City exists alongside New York. Metropolis shines under Superman’s watchful eye. Atlantis, Themyscira, and heroes from both Marvel and DC share the same streets. And if that wasn’t enough? I didn’t just inherit Peter Parker’s powers. I have something else. The Trait Copy System. It lets me copy one trait—any ability, skill, or power—from others. Heroes, villains, even gods. I just need a Trait Token to claim it. But here’s the catch: The system’s first mission? Save Uncle Ben… or let him die as fate intended. With organic webbing coursing through my veins, a system that can steal powers, and a world filled with gods and monsters, the question isn’t just whether I can survive. It’s whether I’ll change this world… or become its greatest threat... AUTHOR NOTE (Do except some changes from the original plot) (Marvel and Dc don't belong to me...and the cover is ai generated)

In a world that's overwhelmed by technology, noise, and a kind of spiritual forgetfulness, a barefoot man in a hoodie wanders through the bustling streets of Mumbai, almost invisible to those around him. His mere presence disrupts the cameras, hushes the chaos, and awakens long-buried memories in the people he encounters. He’s unsure of his own identity, but slowly, the world starts to remember. He is Shiva. The god of transformation, reborn in this age of algorithms. As he stirs to life, so does Anika—a sharp-minded hacker who feels disillusioned with the modern world. Plagued by dreams and an unexplainable connection to the mysterious man in the hoodie, she finds herself pulled into a reality that challenges everything she thought she knew. She’s not merely a bystander in this divine comeback—she is Sati reborn, the goddess who once walked into flames and now must rise from them. But their reunion isn’t a fairy tale. Corporate giant Daman Raut, armed with an AI network known as Project Narak, ignites a global conflict—not with guns, but through manipulation of perception. Truth gets twisted, memories are erased, and divinity is ridiculed. As faith turns into a threat to power, Shiva and Anika must awaken the dormant spirit of humanity—not by conquering the world, but by helping it remember. From the quiet echoes of Kailash to the rebirth of the sacred Ganga, from the cosmic Tandava to the digital battleground, Shiva and Sati spearhead a revolution rooted in stillness, breath, and balance. In the ultimate choice between returning and staying, the flame doesn’t retreat into myth. It transforms into the world.

Nova scrambled backwards, panting hard, her short locks clinging to her damp forehead as she watched this predator stalk towards her. The vibrant and lively forest hushed, almost holding its breath to watch the scene unfold. Great, she had an audience for what would surely be a gruesome death. Death looked... a little... rugged and in nothing but a loin cloth, defined by slabs of muscle, a trail of hair leading down to such a small piece of cloth to hide a large- A spine-chilling growl snapped her gaze back up to meet his golden-red eyes, fiery, and intense, glaring at Nova as he slammed his hands either side of her head. Pieces of bark crumbled down from the impact. "I told you not to run..." He threatened, his eyes piercing hers, his voice more guttural than she'd heard from any male. His eyes clenched shut as his body trembled. "My instinct is to always stalk, always chase... until I get what I want.." Their faces were inches apart. She could feel his hot breath fanning her face. The forest was humid and hot, and his body was so close to hers that it was almost unbearable. The gruff voice, those words and the intensity of those eyes that reminded her of sunsets caused goosebumps to flourish across her arms. "What do you want?" Nova swallowed, not recognising her voice. She was so out of her depth. His chest rumbled, and more bark crumbled down from behind her head. "You..." Her breath hitched. "To. Do. As. You're. Told." - Paradise was what Nova Winslow was promised when her boyfriend whisked her away to Isla De Tayun, the perfect getaway for their busy lives. It was untouched, pristine, a hidden gem. But it had remained that way for a reason. The island doesn’t want visitors. And neither do the natives. What should have been a romantic retreat, drinking from coconuts and lounging on white-sandy beaches together, turns into a holiday from hell. Mid-argument with her soon-to-be ex, Nova stumbles into a lake. When she resurfaces, her boyfriend, the path she came from, and the resort have vanished. Alone, stranded, and with little survival skills, Nova has only a wet phone with no signal, a pair of heels, and an irrational fear of bats—which are everywhere. She is out of her depth when she falls into a mystical world of beasts. Hunted by tribesmen, stalked by beasts that shouldn't exist, and hearing animals speak, she has no choice but to trust the wild beast the forest itself fears—Yoa, a wanted man. Together, they flee the tribes pursuing them all while battling her growing attraction to Yoa. Can she survive the wild and make it back to her civilised life? Or will she lose herself to the untamed world—and to the man who belongs to it? #Beast #Ssssteamy #Adventure #Mythical #R18 -- THERE WILL BE MATURE CONTENT!! -- If you are enjoying the story, please vote with a power stone, leave comments and review! -- Cover Image: In the middle of getting one commissioned. My Instagram: @kelly_starrz My new discord server: https://discord.gg/MHMdRRqUYa

He awakend - yet all was veiled. The lilt of birdsong, the hush of falling rain, the argent glow of a solemn moon - all gone. Even the tender smile of his mother, once warm as spring's first breath, had faded into something strange, something forgotten. The world around him... alien. Estranged. As though it had never known him at all. But in the night prior, he dreamt. And in that dream, a pathway unfurled - a treacherous descent into the depths of his own soul. There, amidst echoes and phantoms, he was tested - mind, flesh, and memory - by trials carved of sorrow and sin. But now he wonders If he walks this path to its bitter end - If he remembers who he was - Will it mark the conclusion of his torment... or merely the genesis of a far crueler truth?

The Second World War ended not in fire, but in compromise. A fragile peace was forged between the United States, the Soviet Union, and the Third Reich after Germany conquered most of Europe. With the formation of a United Nations dominated by four veto powers—USA, USSR, TR, and UK—the world avoided mutual destruction. But beneath this uneasy alliance, a new war brews: not for land or ideology, but for superiority of the human race itself. In the ashes of the old war, the Third Reich unveils Eric, a being born and bred in a laboratory—faster than bullets, stronger than tanks, and presented as the "true potential of the Aryan race." As panic ripples across the globe, the U.S. rushes to respond. Led by brilliant scientist Natalie, the CIA initiates Project Liberty, transforming returning war hero Logan into the American Sentinel—a patriotic symbol of hope in a world sliding toward chaos. In the East, the USSR crafts its answer: Nikolai, a guilt-ridden airman haunted by his past, is reborn through a pain-fueled transformation into the Red Guardian—a reluctant savior torn between duty to his nation and love for his family. As these superpowered icons rise, so do the shadows behind them: Greta, Eric's manipulative handler, schemes to rule the Reich as his empress. Rebecca, Logan’s estranged wife, seeks a life untouched by war’s long reach. Boris, a Soviet general, treats Nikolai as little more than propaganda. And hidden in the Arctic ice lies a secret that predates even Eric—the First Superman. When a global summit descends into fear and threats, and world leaders start falling mysteriously, it becomes clear that peace was only a pause. Eric seizes power in Germany and launches a new wave of conquest—first in the East, then West—threatening to turn the Earth into his empire. Caught in a three-way war between fascism, communism, and democracy, Logan and Nikolai must confront not only each other, but the deeper truth: Are they heroes of their nations, or prisoners of their flags? In the ruins of Moscow, as Eric stands poised to conquer all, the final battle will decide more than the fate of the world—it will determine what it means to be human in an age of gods.

In the seemingly ordinary halls of Northwood High, Sam Gray Stone, a keen observer who finds solace in logic and quiet contemplation, notices Elliona Elfray, a brilliant but shy girl who perceives the world in intricate layers. Their initial connection is a subtle hum in the echoing quiet of the library, a shared glance that hints at unseen depths within their reserved exteriors. Drawn together by an unexpected partnership for an advanced English project, Sam and Elliona begin to navigate not just the complexities of literature, but also the uncharted territories of their own minds. Through hushed conversations in the library, a chance encounter at a stubbornly locked locker, and an unexpected shared appreciation for fantastical realms found in books, a quiet resonance begins to form between them. Their connection deepens beyond academics during a visit to a quirky independent bookstore and a shared afternoon tending a community garden. In each subtle interaction, they discover a kindred spirit in the other – someone who sees beyond the surface, who understands the unspoken language of their quiet souls. As their bond strengthens, they find solace and understanding in each other's presence, a refuge from the often-cacophonous world around them. But as their feelings blossom, they must navigate the delicate balance of their introverted natures and the often-awkward realities of high school life, including the well-meaning but disruptive presence of Sam's boisterous friend, Dickson. Through shared literary passions, quiet moments of vulnerability, and gentle acts of kindness, Sam and Elliona slowly, carefully, begin to acknowledge the profound connection growing between them. "Subtle Resonance" is a story about the quiet power of observation, the beauty of understated connection, and the transformative journey of two introspective souls finding their voice and their heart in the gentle echo of another's understanding. It's a reminder that the deepest connections are often found not in grand gestures, but in the subtle, resonant moments that speak volumes.

Aika Misora never planned to fall in love. Not with the boy who sat alone on rooftops, or the one who pressed flowers instead of speaking his pain. But some stories don’t wait to be written — they bloom in silence, in shared glances, in the weight of unsaid things. After her mother’s quiet abandonment, Aika survives high school by keeping her heart zipped shut. Her world is routine: library lunches, hushed notebooks, and pretending everything’s fine. Until she meets Ren Hayashi, the quiet sketch-artist with rumors on his name and bruises in his smile. He doesn’t talk much. But his silence says everything. Drawn together by chance — and maybe fate — the two begin to orbit each other in secret places: the abandoned rooftop, the library’s back corner, the flower shop that smells like lost time. As seasons shift, so do they. Slowly. Tenderly. Terrifyingly. But love, even the gentle kind, brings buried pain to the surface. And when a long-unopened letter from Aika’s mother resurfaces, the wounds between them deepen — not enough to break, but enough to test whether two broken hearts can really hold each other. A soft, grief-tinged coming-of-age romance about first love, second chances, and what it means to stay — even when everything else leaves.

It begins, paradoxically, with silence. Not the peaceful kind that settles over a sleepy town or the ominous hush before a storm, but a silence so absolute that it felt as though existence itself had forgotten to breathe. Within that silence floats a man—Lei—not standing, not falling, simply existing in a suspended limbo. Or perhaps not existing at all. Lei was never meant to be in this world. A physicist obsessed with paradoxes, entropy, and the structure of reality, he lived an obscure life in a modern universe—an intelligent man with no notable achievements, consumed by insomnia, cheap coffee, and theoretical impossibilities. That is, until the Neviya Collapse Paradox tore open the very framework of reality and pulled him across the veil. He wakes in Virelya—a strange, ancient world where mysticism and logic are two sides of the same coin. A world ruled not by mere magic but by a grand system of Threadweavers, beings who shape the world through the “threads” of existence itself. And Lei… is one of them. Somehow.

It began with silence. Not the kind that crept through rooms late at night, or the kind that blanketed cities before a storm—but a silence that stretched across continents. A pause. A universal hush. Then, all at once, every living person on Earth heard it not through their ears, but deep inside their minds. "A new emperor has been born." The words were clear. Ancient. Powerful. Spoken in no language and yet understood by all. Some froze mid-step. Some wept without knowing why. Others—those with power or knowledge of the unseen—felt a ripple of energy surge through the layers of reality. The message didn’t stop at Earth. It passed through dreams, planes, and dimensions. And somewhere deep beneath layers of forgotten space, ancient things stirred. Beings locked away for centuries shifted in their prisons. Some smiled. Others screamed. Not all of them were sane anymore. Most of these creatures once gods, demons, or monsters had been cast into the crevices of existence. Trapped in what humans now called hells, their forms and minds had twisted over the ages. Once noble or divine, they had become demonic, dangerous, desperate. The message had confirmed what they had long feared and hoped: the imperial line had returned. An emperor had risen. In the deepest chambers of shadow governments and secret orders, alarms were triggered. Hidden organizations the kind that even presidents answered to scrambled into action. They knew what the return of an emperor meant: chaos... or salvation. And somewhere on the slopes of an old mountain, a young man named Philip stood he had just accepted the final legacy He didn’t hear the message. Not like the others. For him, the silence remained. But something within him shifted.

"Have you heard of him?" A small boy tugged at a woman's skirt, his tiny finger pointing at the large portrait of a man clad in a minister’s robe. "Shhh! Don’t say its name!" The woman hushed him, glancing around anxiously. She knew the boy was only curious about the drawing, yet the inscription beside it spoke of someone else entirely. Still, the credit had been given to the man in the portrait. "Why?" "We just... don’t say it." "Are you talking about The Next General?" A man dressed as a scholar interjected, inserting himself into the conversation. "Everyone is talking about it. After a hundred years, it has returned. I can't decide whether that fills me with hope or dread." His words were meant to impress, to showcase his knowledge, but the woman only tightened her grip on the boy, scooped him up, and hurried away like a hunted animal sensing danger. The scholar let out a single sharp laugh. "A chaotic rhythm… and marvellously extraordinary times are upon us," he murmured, before turning and walking away. --- Disclaimer This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and events are either the product of the author's imagination or used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or to real events is purely coincidental. The views and opinions expressed by the characters do not necessarily reflect those of the author. This book contains content that may not be suitable for all audiences. Reader discretion is advised. ------- Author-Sama is here with another one, been planning this for quite a while but laziness and procrastination keeps holding me down but now I am free. Here is another exciting historical novel, please enjoy.

"Isn't this the weak young master of the Valhalla family?" "Hahaha! I heard he only knows how to waste money... Completely useless." Another voice, dripping with false pity, chimed in. "Both his sister and brother are Tamers, strong ones at that. While him... the eldest... pathetic!!" The final word, spat out like a curse, hung in the air: "Useless!" In this world, where the bond with powerful Beasts dictated one's standing, where strength was synonymous with the ferocity and strength of your companion. Christopher Valhalla was an anomaly. He found solace not in the thrill of battle or the acquisition of monstrous power, but in the simple, fleeting joys of life. He enjoyed partying, clubs, and women. He offered no retort to the cruel rumors that trailed him like a shadow. Because, truth be told, a knot of fear tightened in his stomach at the mere sight of the majestic, often terrifying, creatures that others commanded. But every life, regardless of its perceived worth, eventually finds its end. For Christopher, it came not in the jaws of a wild Beast, nor in a duel he was ill-equipped for, but in the insidious grip of a rare and incurable sickness. Some days later his flame flickered and he died, leaving behind a void filled with the echoes of scorn. Yet, where one life ended, another began. In the silent stillness of Christopher's vacant shell, a new consciousness stirred. A soul, bearing the weight of unmatched power and a reputation that sent shivers down the spines of even the most formidable Tamers, had arrived. This was the Supreme Tamer, a legend whispered in hushed tones across the world, a force of nature who had inexplicably perished at the hands of betrayal. Given this unexpected second chance, the Supreme Tamer, now inhabiting the frail form of Christopher Valhalla, felt a strange sense of acceptance. He looked upon the unfamiliar yet familiar faces of his new family – the concerned worry etched on their features – and a flicker of something akin to kinship sparked within him. A silent vow formed in his mind, hardening into an unbreakable resolve. The rumors that clung to this body like a shroud would be torn away. And the five Master Tamers who had orchestrated his demise in his previous life… They would learn the true meaning of fear. Their betrayal would be answered, not with petty revenge, but with the full, terrifying might of the Supreme Tamer, reborn. The world was about to discover that "useless" could be the most dangerous disguise of all. _______ Author's word, This Books will remain free till it clock 100 Chapters! All I need from my loyal readers are: Interaction! Reviews! Comments!! Power stones!!!! And if you can... GIFTs!! 50 power stones, 50 Golden Tickets, Or 100 coins gift above: 3 Chapters. 100 Power Stones, 100 golden Tickets, Or 500 gifts above: 4 Chapters 200 Power stones, 200 golden Tickets, Or 1,000 gifts above: 5 Chapters. PS: Bonus Chapters will be release on Sunday, [WAT Time.] Release date: 10:00Pm. ___________ Check my other books! Solo Leveling: I Am The Only Supreme With The Cheating System. And Reborn With The All Seeing Eyes.

To Yun Jieshi, it seemed that life had a way more ominous meaning than he had previously imagined. He had never asked for much in all his twenty-whatever years of living. His dream was to make up for all that he had missed, all he was never taught about half of his heritage, his culture. Who really was Sun Wukong? Was he better than Superman? What really was an Immortal? Was it a greater existence than a Celestial? Did Pangu really make the world with his very own body? Why was Faye Wong so damn cool?! So many questions! The reward for Yun Jieshi’s curiosity and devotion, however, was a whole new adventure in an alternate world, mystical and mysterious in nature. Graced with magnificent powers and privileges, the little monkey must head North, not as the Great Sage, Equal to Heaven, but as the Discount Sage, Lesser than Most…for a time. Into the cold, into the bizarre, grand stories await his ears and eyes. --- Author's Note: Please be sure to read the Auxillary Chapter to find out if this story is to your tastes or not. Also, please don't complain too hard about the cover. I'm not trying to be obnoxious with the Chinese characters pasted on it. I just haven't found a better cover yet.

[Warning: r18+/strong mature content] He is her salvation. She, his demise. Yet, he refuses to let her go… Mineah, the youngest Princess of Ebodia, was cursed at birth to remain untainted and bring misfortune to those around her. This prophecy looms over her like a dark cloud, growing bigger every year it does not come to pass. She exists in hushed rumors as a pitiful figure - fragile, meek, unwanted. Underneath that mask is a strong and feisty vixen worthy of being a queen. And this would-be queen has set her eyes on breaking her curse, even if that means tricking the most cunning vampire ever born. Nikolai, though reclusive and enigmatic, is revered by the Kingdom of Valcrez as a wise and powerful ruler. Unbeknownst to his loyal subjects, his image of perfection is a web of lies that if exposed can send their kingdom and everything they hold dear crumbling beneath their feet. When these two find their paths crossed in a marriage alliance, the game of Crown's Seduction begins. But just who is the hunter and who is the prey? ******** Excerpt: “Why are you stripping naked in front of me?” she questioned with a frown, doing little to hide the irritation in her voice. Her goal was to capture only his heart, not his whole body! “Am I not allowed to have a bath with my wife?” he remarked with a cold tone. “I purposely asked for a big tub to just make sure that the two of us will fit in it together.” She sighed, not tearing her gaze away from him as she regained her composure. Seeing him smirk she forced herself to get comfortable as he spoke. “That’s more like it. You said it yourself that no one forced you into marrying me. Instead, you offered and volunteered yourself willingly for it, so I expect that you’ll be confident enough to share a bath with your husband,” Nikolai confidently stated. “After all, we’ll do more than this soon enough.” Shameless… Preventing herself from rolling her eyes, she managed to give him a smile as she said, “Don’t blame me if you die on me then.” **** Note: Volume 1: Main Story Status - Completed (Chapters 1 to 403) Volume 2: Side Story Status - Completed (Chapters 404 to 472) Volume 3: Side Story Status - Completed (Chapters 473 to 491) **** PS: Commissioned Book Cover owned by the Author! Do not use it!

Lorenzo Atlas is a man who built an empire with iron fists and ice in his veins. At the top of L&A Group of Companies, he’s a ruthless American tycoon feared in boardrooms and worshipped in bedrooms — until dawn comes and another nameless lover disappears from his sheets. For Lorenzo, love is weakness, trust is poison, and softness is a luxury his brutal past never allowed. Then comes Vanic Rov — twenty-one, bright-eyed, fresh out of college with dreams bigger than his fragile paycheck. As Lorenzo’s newly hired secretary, Vanic steps into a world of glass walls and sharp tongues, where one mistake can shatter everything. He’s innocent. Unpolished. Easy prey for a king like Lorenzo. But the more Lorenzo tries to break him — with cruel words, icy indifference, and humiliations that cut to the bone — the more Vanic refuses to shatter. Between the cold hallways and scorching stolen moments, sparks ignite where they shouldn’t: in hushed offices, in reckless confessions, in the secrets Lorenzo swore he’d bury forever. When jealousy, scandal, and the ghost of an ex-lover threaten to ruin what fragile trust they’ve built, Vanic must decide if loving a man like Lorenzo is worth his innocence — and Lorenzo must face the only truth he’s ever feared: that love might be the only empire worth surrendering for. From ruthless office games to moonlit honeymoons in Paris, from raw heartbreak to a family built in unexpected ways — Beneath the Atlas Empire is an erotic, emotional romance about cold kings, soft crowns, and the love that makes them human again.

In the peaceful kingdom of Aurelion lies Cedarbrook—green hills, early-market bustle, and a hut on the edge of dreams. Here lives Kael, a 17-year-old with no memory of his parents and a daily life tied to simple work at The Golden Kettle. Morning routines, warm friendships with Lorne and Elara, and whispered marketplace rumors of Qi and traveling masters fill his world. But beneath the routine beat of logs on wood and ladles in stew, a hidden spark stirs within Kael—faint, insistent—and foreshadows who he might become. When hushed talk turns to a celestial path that leads to undying power, Kael’s quiet existence trembles with hidden possibilities. Will he remain the steady boy of Cedarbrook, or will he walk the Celestial Path and rise beyond mortality?

In a world where the dead whisper and memories bleed through time, I wrote of a love that was fleeting—yet forever. He was sorrow stitched in silver thread. She, a name the wind still said. Their touch? A flicker—fierce and brief. A borrowed joy. A shared belief. Now he walks where she once fell, Haunted not by wrong—but well. And in the hush between each spell, He feels her there… all too well. In Veilborne, memory isn’t just a curse—it’s a tether. I created Kael bound to death and shadow, lingering in the spaces Wyrglen awakens—not just drawn to her blood, but to a love that hums like a half-forgotten song only they remember. The past doesn’t stalk them in terror, but in longing. A touch. A look. A name—still said. Their love was brief in time. But infinite in weight. Some bonds don’t break. They bleed.

Angelina Johnson has always known the value of hard work. Raised in a modest home by a father who poured everything into keeping his small business alive, she learned early on to stand on her own. But while he hoped she’d take over someday, Angelina had dreams that reached beyond their quiet life. Landing a job at Aurum Scents felt like a step in the right direction. The role wasn’t glamorous, but it came with stability, promise—and Carter Hayes. Her boss. Polished, kind, and effortlessly magnetic, he was everything she admired from afar. It started as a harmless crush, something she shared only with her best friend. A small secret that kept her heart occupied and her focus sharp. But life has a strange way of testing what you think you know. When Daniel Viggo enters her world, everything shifts. He’s nothing like Carter. In fact, he’s nothing like anyone she’s ever met. Cold, unreadable, and intimidating in every possible way, Daniel is the kind of man people talk about in hushed tones. He’s powerful, unapproachable—and for some reason, impossibly drawn to her. Wherever she turns, he’s there. Watching. Pushing. Unsettling everything she thought she had under control. As tensions rise and lines blur, Angelina finds herself caught between two forces she can’t escape. One feels like safety. The other feels like chaos. But the deeper she’s pulled in, the harder it becomes to tell the difference. Some choices are easy. Others change everything. And sometimes, the person you should stay away from is the one you can’t stop thinking about.

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."

'MICHAEL KINGSTON' The very name resonated with a multitude of meanings, each as potent and distinct as the individuals who uttered it. To some, he was the towering figure of a great general in the United States Army, a master strategist who shaped the battlefields of his time. To others, he was a beacon, a leader who inspired and guided the masses. In the world of commerce, Michael Kingston was spoken of in hushed, awestruck tones – the greatest businessman the world had ever witnessed. He was a paradox, a man who embodied both the gentle virtues of righteousness and kindness, and the stark, unwavering force of ruthlessness when the occasion demanded. Respect and fear walked hand-in-hand in his wake. Such was his influence that, for much of the 20th century, the trajectory of the world itself seemed to bend to his will. This is the extraordinary life of the great Michael Kingston. Note: Real life historical politicians, actors and actresses will be included in the story.

Anos Midoriya, a stoic figure with white hair and freckled skin, towers over his younger brother, Izuku. To the world, he's a prodigious U.A. student balancing hero work with his new role at the cutting-edge Dark Red company, operating as the vigilante Dark Phantom with Team X. But Anos harbors a secret – he remembers a life as Superman, ripped from his world and reborn into this one. Now, he must navigate the treacherous landscape of quirks and villains, wielding his familiar superhuman abilities in a world both familiar and alien. As Izuku strives to master One for All, Anos grapples with his past life and the overprotective instincts Superman instilled, fighting to protect Izuku while carving his own path. Will the weight of two identities crush him, or can he forge a new destiny in a world desperately in need of a hero, even one who was never meant to be?

29 June By Siren Eyes She was born in November—quiet, soft, and loved. But love, like everything else, eventually faded. Mayra was the girl who didn’t speak too loud. The girl who hid in her own skin. The girl who didn’t know how to say no, because no one ever taught her that she could. From childhood violations buried in silence to years of emotional manipulation disguised as love, Mayra’s story is not a fairytale. It’s the kind of story that happens behind closed doors, in hushed voices, and in the minds of girls who learn to carry their pain quietly. For over two and a half years, Mayra stayed in a relationship that began with roses and ended in razor-wire control. He said he loved her—while monitoring her every move. He said he cared—while calling her a whore, a liar, a disappointment. She stayed—until she couldn't anymore. On 29 June, she finally chose herself. And that’s where her real story begins. 29 June is not a love story. It’s a survival story. It’s a slow, poetic unraveling of one girl’s journey through trauma, control, guilt, and the aching beauty of becoming free. For every girl who was made to feel too heavy, too emotional, too much— For every girl who stayed too long— For every girl who finally said enough— This is for you

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In the sacred kingdom of Elysera, under a sky blessed by twin suns and songs of angels, the Great Holy Ritual of Summoning was finally completed. A blinding pillar of light exploded at the center of the Grand Cathedral. The High Saintess Seraphiel, a woman of divine beauty and infinite patience, stepped forward with grace. Beside her stood the Female Chosen One, a young warrior with a silver sword and an expression sharp enough to cut demons. The light faded, revealing their long-awaited savior. The Male Chosen One. But what emerged from the divine light… was not what they expected. A young man in ragged pajamas, holding a manga in one hand and mumbling something about “panty shots,” stood blinking in the holy chamber. "HOLY CHOSEN ONE!" Seraphiel announced, her voice echoing through the stained glass halls. "Yo," said the man, scratching his butt. "Wait, is this… an isekai? SWEET! Are there elves?" Seraphiel, maintaining her saintly calm, bowed slightly. "Brave one, your destiny is to defeat the Demon King and save our world—" Before she could finish, the Male Chosen One turned and locked eyes with the Female Chosen One. Then—without hesitation—he lunged forward and tried to lift her skirt. Time seemed to slow. A hush fell across the cathedral. SLAP! The sound echoed like divine thunder. THWACK! A well-aimed kick launched the pervert into a stained glass window featuring the image of a benevolent angel. He crashed through it and landed in the holy fountain. "B-BUT THAT’S HOW IT STARTS IN THE MANGA!" he sputtered, coughing water. The Female Chosen One, glaring, muttered, “That’s the Demon King, right? We summoned the wrong guy.” Seraphiel pinched the bridge of her nose and sighed. “...Perhaps fate has a sense of humor.” And so began the chaotic journey of a very perverted "hero", a holy saintess barely holding it together, and a Female Chosen One who seriously considered joining the demon army instead.

Edward's touch was gentle yet electrifying as he drew Seutsui closer, his lips seeking hers with a hunger that mirrored her own. As their mouths met in a fervent kiss, a rush of heat surged between them. With a tender caress, Edward's tongue traced the curve of Seutsui's lips, seeking entrance to the depths of her being. As she parted her lips in silent invitation, he delved inside, their tongues entwining with desire.  *** He crouched down to my height and sighed. " Listen here, muffin," he began, his tone gentle yet firm "I wish I could tell you, but I think it's better if we wait for Saitous. So now, be a good girl and stop worrying so much, okay?" There was no room for Argument yet his voice... I didn't feel the reliance I always felt when he talked. He gently patted my hair and walked towards his room. This is worrying me more and more... "Entwined in Thorns: A Princess's Desperate Whispers" A lost princess unravels her hidden truth, setting forth on a courageous journey to reclaim her birthright. "Entwined in Thorns: A Princess's Desperate Whispers" chronicles the tale of hushed longings echoing through the challenging path she forges. With a delicate yet determined spirit, the princess stands resolute in fighting for her and her people. Amidst the thorns, the only confidant she had and wanted yet struggled to keep was a possessive and potent man whose love was clouded by warmth just for her. Why should she struggle? Who would dare to touch her with him beside her? Who would dare to take her from him? As she grapples with her own conflicted emotions will she be able to survive two people? One in whom she finds her solace and where she planted her love and one who claims her as his yet dare to be so cruel to her. Can she navigate the treacherous path to her rights while finding warmth in the most unexpected places? Content Warning: Attention Readers: This is a work of fiction intended to transport you to another dimension of storytelling. However, it may ventures into dark romance, exploring themes such as abuse, graphic fantasies, captivity, violence, and non-consensual acts. Please be aware that these themes are depicted in a graphic manner. Characters and incidents in this book are purely products of the author's imagination and are works of fiction. While sweet romance is also present, it's imperative not to disregard this warning. If you find certain content distressing or triggering, take the necessary steps to prioritize your mental well-being. Your emotional health is paramount, and it's perfectly acceptable to opt out of reading if you feel uncomfortable. Thank you for your understanding and consideration.

In a world where the open sea calls to adventurers and legends are born, one boy dreams of carving his name into the annals of history as the greatest pirate to ever sail the waters. This is the tale of Sulien Nabal, a daring youth whose heart is set on the horizon. As he approaches his eighteenth birthday, the anticipation of his perilous journey ignites his spirit—a journey destined to be spoken of in hushed tones for generations to come. But Sulien’s path will not be an easy one. He will face relentless threats and rival pirates, each challenge more formidable than the last. Along the way, he will unravel ancient mysteries and confront fantastical creatures, where what begins as a typical pirate escapade spirals into a thrilling game of survival—a clash with Fate itself amid the chaos of the world. Sulien embodies an unquenchable spirit, bringing disorder to the very fabric of existence. As he navigates the tumultuous waters ahead, he will encounter heart-wrenching tragedies that test his resolve, shaping him into the legendary figure he is meant to become. Join Sulien Nabal on this epic adventure, where the line between glory and demise blurs, and every decision could change the course of fate forever.

Aquarius Von was supposed to hit the gym, not get shot in the chest trying to play hero. “How you play Superman, but not immune to bullets? Haha!” He thought that was it. Game over. But as darkness closed in, the novel tucked in his bag began to glow. [Harem Synthesis System Activated.] Bond Confirmed. SSS-Rank Divine Core Compatibility: 100% [Upgrade in Progress…] Supreme Core Acquired. [Supreme Core Trait: ✫Limitless Devouring✫ has activated.] Next thing he knows, he’s waking up in a world ripped straight from that same novel—one ruled by monsters, Thresholds, and divine ruin. And all he can do is laugh. “Who would’ve thought that novel was actually real?” Then he meets her, his first beast girl. Beautiful. Dangerous. Smiling like sin. “So how does this work?” he asks. “You will have to… claim me..” she purrs. “And how do I do that?” “How do you think?” Now armed with god-tier potential, seductive beast girls that grow stronger through bonding, and a system built on dominance, Aquarius must carve his path through a world where only the ruthless survive, and gods no longer hold the throne.

Who remembers the ruin of a god? Who dares to chase what was never meant to be touched, let alone claimed? Noor—an enigma draped in silk, a storm without thunder, a shadow that bends the world yet leaves no trace. Men speak of her in hushed corridors where power is traded like currency. No one knows her name. No one owns her story. No hand dares linger. She walks unclaimed. Unseen. Forgotten by design. “If you knew what I’ve done,” she whispers, her breath colder than moonlight, “You’d be praying I never look your way again.” But some things refuse to be buried. Some ghosts don’t stay dead. Some touches… don’t fade. Sanlang, sculpted in golden light, worshipped by millions, untouchable—except by the shadows clawing at the edges of his memory. And in those shadows, her eyes. “I’ve seen you before,” he says, voice trembling like a man on the edge of fire. “ Tell me your name.” She smiles. It begins with whispers in the dark. A body that remembers hers before the mind does. Desire wrapped in danger. Memory soaked in sin. “What are you?” he demands. “Everything you were never meant to survive.” He thinks he’s chasing her. He thinks he’s in control. He is wrong. “Touch me again,” she says, voice velvet and venom, “and I’ll show you the truth. .” He who was never meant to remember. But now that he does… the only question that remains is: “Will you let me live?” “Live?” she echoes. “What makes you think you get to choose again?”

"Smallville, Kansas – Universo DC" Liam Clark Kent, um jovem de origem alienígena, cresce em Smallville sabendo que é Kal-El, o futuro Superman. Adotado por Martha e Kent, ele descobre seus poderes e enfrenta o peso de seu destino no perigoso universo DC.

After losing her mother in a fire, Divine never planned tobreturns to Crestwood Academy not like this—with scars no one can see and a past she tries to forget. Once invisible, now unforgettable—her story precedes her. She wants nothing more than to get through the year quietly. Then there are the boys. Three best friends who slowly pull her into the light. And one of them—Jeremiah—is everything she shouldn’t want. His world is too shiny, too loud. And his mother? The woman who once betrayed Divine’s own. But Crestwood isn’t just a school. It’s a battlefield haunted by memories, drawn to dance again, grief, and choices. Between hushed stares, painful family secrets, forbidden love, and rediscovered passion, Divine must decide: stay in the shadows or fight for the life—and love—she still deserves. A quietly powerful coming-of-age story about healing, love, and the silent strength of a girl who’s been through too much The Year Everything Changed is for every reader who’s ever felt broken, overlooked, or forgotten , it is a heartfelt story of finding your voice, surviving heartbreak, and learning that sometimes, your story begins where you thought it ended.