Plastic Elbow

She's gonna kill the instructor, Alpha," Talon had said. "Or herself. Or both. There's no telling with that one. The sex ed teacher made her do diagrams today." Apparently, the instructor was relentless. No subtlety. No metaphors. No poetic euphemisms. Nope. Just hard, anatomical facts and brutally graphic expectations. And Luna? Poor, brave, deeply mortified Luna? She was dying. Every. Single. Day. Kyllian smirked as he stepped into his quarters. Her scent hit him instantly. He heard a thud upstairs. He climbed the stairs quietly, not wanting to startle her mid-breakdown. At the top, he paused, listening. "…and then she said, if you do not properly stimulate the upper hood of the clitoris—WHAT EVEN IS A CLITORIS HOOD?! Is it a hat? Why does it need a hat?!" Kyllian barely contained his laughter, biting his knuckles as Talon's voice drifted back. "Technically, it's a fold of skin. Like a protective flap." "Oh my GODS, Talon, get out before I break something over your head." There was a loud thwap. Possibly a throw pillow. Kyllian finally entered the room, casual as ever. "Sounds like your education is going well." Luna turned, her eyes wide with righteous fury and embarrassment. "I'm scarred, Kyllian," she hissed. "Mentally. Emotionally. Spiritually." He raised a brow. "That bad, huh?" "She made me draw a penis yesterday." Talon snorted behind her. "It was terrible. Looked like a deformed eggplant." Luna hurled a throw pillow at him. "GET OUT!" Talon darted from the room with a cackle. "So," Kyllian said, lounging back in one of the plush velvet armchairs in the sitting room "What did you learn today that has your knickers in a twist?" Luna, standing in the middle of the room with her arms crossed and a deeply offended look on her face, sighed dramatically. "I learned how to perform oral sex." Kyllian blinked. "I… I beg your pardon?" She tilted her head, sarcasm oozing from every word. "Oral sex, Kyllian. With detail. And a diagram. And a banana." "A banana?" "A banana!" she repeated, throwing her hands in the air. "Like, is that standard procedure?" Kyllian grinned, his amusement growing. "Come on, tell me how she explained it." His tone had shifted less teasing now and more intrigued, though he still wore that maddening smirk. He shifted forward in his seat, elbows resting on his knees. Luna narrowed her eyes at him suspiciously. "Why? So you can laugh at me?" "Absolutely," he said with zero shame. "But mostly because I want to see this banana demonstration for myself." With a dramatic groan, she snatched the nearest banana from the fruit bowl on the coffee table. The irony that it had been sitting right there, mocking her with its yellow smugness, was not lost on her. She held it up with two fingers. "Okay, so first, she said this is the penis…" Kyllian held up a finger. "Wait. Did she call it that?" ***** What happens when a werewolf princess is created for one sole purpose? For revenge against the vampire prince. Princess Luna is artificially mated to Prince Damien. She fights the bond with everything and even agrees to an arranged marriage with Alpha Kyllian. but when her survival depends on a hard choice, the prince chooses to mark her even when it meant it would take him down. Dying and still refused by the werewolf princess, he has to find a way to provide an heir for his people or his uncle Gabriel will turn the entire Blood City upside down if he takes the throne. His people look to him for their own survival but then his only chance of living might be to find his true mate. Will his bond with Luna be able to withstand what fate and politics throw their way?

This text has no male lead, no romance. The female lead is slightly timid in the first volume, a bit infatuated in the second, and from the third volume onwards... life seems like a Siberian Husky. Below is the sequence of volumes, if there are chapters missing, they're probably blocked. 1 Who's best at murder and dismemberment? Look in the suitcase for jackals and wolves. 2 I can handle tutoring, even rocks can be turned to gold. 3 Freshman military training brings tears, Changan loves to eat smoked sausage. 4 A thousand miles of predestined marriage hangs by a thread, whether it's good or bad all depends on fate. 5 My idol is the absolute best, the idol chose me to be their partner. 6 The boss behind the scenes is here, doing whatever they want without logic. 7 Ghost Festival inspiration comes late, helplessly put here. 8 Official advancement and wealth cost a child's life, a good son leaps like a carp over the dragon gate. 9 A trip to the plastic surgery clinic, all the fat is shaken off. 11 Who in the Human World can resist a beauty? Run out of roman numerals, use numbers instead. 11 Turtles may live long, but still dread the end, the characters fear a 404. 12 The local zombie looks handsome, cries out adorably when opening its mouth. 13 One dance captures the city, the beauty of the past fades away. There's a lot more, too tired to write the summary...

Genre: Billionaire Romance / Obsession / Corporate War / Emotional Drama • A sharp-tongued small-town girl falls into the dangerous love of the most powerful oil mogul in Mexico. But when she becomes the target of his enemies—and his obsession—she must decide if love is worth losing herself… or if he’s worth betraying. • Joseph León was the most feared name in oil — Mexico’s oil tycoon with empires that stretched across oceans. His name opened doors in Dubai, whispered in Geneva, and commanded boardrooms in Texas. But in the private sanctum of his glass-walled penthouse above Mexico City, the only thing that brought him to his knees… was Green. Green Ariza. The sharp-tongued, warm-eyed girl from the southeast — who didn’t care for oil, power, or the billions in his offshore accounts. And that terrified Joseph more than any corporate war. She stormed into his office, her heels clicking furiously against the Italian marble. Her worn leather bag slammed onto the chair with finality. “I want to talk to you, Joseph!” she snapped. Behind his desk, Joseph was mid-call with a venture capitalist from Qatar, trying to lock in a deal worth $1.3 billion. He held up one finger without looking up — only for a second — then paused. His eyes met hers. Sharp. Furious. Tired of something. He ended the call. “I’ll speak to you later,” he said calmly, before the voice on the other line could protest. “Yes, I know it’s urgent.” He hung up, removed his glasses, and leaned back in his chair. His gaze softened. “What does my love want that has her so upset?” he asked, like the storm in her eyes didn’t scare him. “A Maserati? Givenchy? My black card is right there—just whisper what you want, and it’s yours.” Green exhaled, shaking her head. “I’m not here for gifts, Joseph.” “I know.” “No, you don’t. You always think money can fix things.” “I absolutely don’t think that.” “You bought the company I worked for because I said I was scared of getting fired—how is that not thinking money fixes things?” “I bought it,” he said quietly, “because it was the only way I could keep seeing you. You were avoiding me. Saying you couldn’t risk your job. So I made it yours. You’re head of creative strategy now. With triple your old salary. And you only work when you want.” She turned away, rubbing her forehead. “Green,” he said, his voice a low murmur now. “Can I touch you?” She blinked at him. “Are you asking permission to touch me?” “You usually get angry when I touch you during a fight,” he said honestly, standing slowly. “You say I use it to make you forget why you’re mad.” “…Because you do.” “And you let me.” She turned to face him, and for a moment, neither said a word. He reached out, gently, his hand grazing her elbow. “So tell me, why are you really angry?” She looked away. “Is it because of the girl at the gala?” he asked. Her head snapped back toward him. “She’s like a sister. My father’s goddaughter.” “She was holding your hand.” “She’s grieving. Her brother was assassinated in Bogotá.” Green stepped back, arms folded. “You don’t even see how many women throw themselves at you. My mother tells me I’m stupid for staying. That I should leave you and marry someone safer. Someone like Don Frederick.” Joseph’s jaw tightened. “Don Frederick is a snake with a fake smile and a poisoned chalice. He’s not safe, he’s subtle. That’s worse.” “My mother doesn’t care,” Green said bitterly. “She only sees headlines. And dollar signs.” “What do you see?” he asked, stepping closer. “When you look at me. What do you see?” She didn’t answer. He touched her cheek, gently. “Do you think I’d let myself love anyone but you? I’d burn down every oil well I own before I lose you.” She blinked. “Don’t say things like that.” “Why? Because you believe me?” “No,” she whispered. “Because I do.”

WSA Entry* *** Alex, born into the illustrious and undeniably gifted Smith family, was a stark anomaly. While his siblings excelled in everything from music to sports, h e was a blank canvas, utterly talentless. This ostracized him, making him a target for his family's disdain and bullying from his classmates. Finding solace only in the world of anime, Alex retreated into his room, spending days in a state of squalor, fueled by ramen and the fantasy worlds on his screen. One day, while attempting to microwave a plastic container filled with ramen (because even basic kitchen skills were beyond him), the microwave exploded, turning Alex's room into a scene of hilarious destruction. Instead of dying tragically, he finds himself resurrected…in the anime he loved the most, "Swords and Sorcery," a fantastical world brimming with magic and adventure. As Alex, now a fresh-faced young adventurer in this new world, he discovers he can wield the powers of any character from any anime he's ever watched. Suddenly, his days of being mocked for his lack of talent are a distant memory. He can summon the mystical powers of a powerful wizard, the strength of a legendary warrior, or the agility of a skilled ninja. He even discovers he can tap into the magical abilities of characters from lesser-known anime, like a charming witch from a forgotten shoujo series or a cunning strategist from a tactical mecha anime. Armed with his vast anime knowledge and newfound abilities, Alex embarks on a life of self-discovery and adventure. He'll navigate the complexities of this magical world, forge alliances with unlikely heroes, and face off against powerful foes, all while striving to prove his worth and overcome the trauma of his past. But as he dives deeper into this fantastical world, he'll face a new challenge: can he learn to be happy and find his place in this world, free from the shadow of his former life? *** "HAHAHAHAHA! All those useless Isekai animes animes I watched was not for waste after all...Stupid old man! Why don't you laugh at this?"

They called me Lu Siyan—the cold CEO, the aloof husband of the villainess in some overused female lead novel. But I wasn’t some extra. I wasn’t here to play along. And no, it’s really not because I got thrown out of the office that I ran off to the slums. I just didn’t feel like bowing to a world that already scripted my failure. With nothing but a borrowed suit and a fake ID, I built a company out of lies, sweat, and caffeine. My first batch of employees? Kidnapped—well, hunted—from a third-rate college using a plastic gun. The principal, oddly impressed, muttered, “At least he’s increasing our employment rate…” The office was a mess, so I made it into a simulator. Literally. I built an “Office Worker Simulator” where chaos reigned and productivity thrived. My empire rose from bugs, bugs, and even more bugs. But it worked. Then one day, I saw her—my old boss from my past life, looking exactly the same. Turns out, she’s my biological mother in this world. The same boss who wrung me dry like a used dishcloth… was my actual mom here. I thought I was just born to suffer. Still, a boss is a boss. And a sponsorship is a sponsorship. So I did what any self-respecting fake CEO would do. I made my mom the chairman of my company. And so begins the tale of the slum CEO, the accidental son, and the world’s first “office simulator tycoon.”

Luo Tiantian sacrifices herself to save Bai Yueguang, only to wake up in the novel her best friend had written as a prank. The best friend of the original owner of this body has gotten plastic surgery to take her place, snatching everything she had. She has even been imprisoned for ten years! To avoid a tragic end, Luo Tiantian clings on to the greatest boss in the novel. After she shoots to fame overnight, the internet is teeming with curses toward her, claiming how she had undergone plastic surgery, was one to put on airs, and was being kept as a mistress… She doesn’t even have any time to respond before the female lead’s lackeys suddenly change their stances. Her eldest brother, a CEO: “She has the Luo Corporation backing her. Miss Luo doesn’t need a sugar daddy.” Luo Tiantian’s expression darkens. “Scram! Don’t provoke me!” Her second brother, a forensic pathologist: “As someone working in forensics, I can confirm that my younger sister is a natural beauty. She’s never had any plastic surgery done.” Luo Tiantian sneered. “Who are you?” The movie star: “Tiantian, you’re my fiancée. How could you live with another man?” Luo Tiantian stares at that stupid face. “You?” - The moment she returns home, Luo Tiantian tones down immediately. Her boss glances at Luo Tiantian with what seems like a smile. “An orphan?” Luo Tiantian nods innocently. “Yes, my entire family’s dead. I’m the only one left.” Her boss raises his eyebrow. “A fiancé?” Luo Tiantian quickly shakes her head. “No, no. That’s nothing more than a rumor. You’re the only one in my heart!” - From then on, the big boss undergoes a drastic change and becomes henpecked. He gazes at her affectionately. “Little friend, you’re toxic, but you’re my antidote.”

Lex has never felt content. His life been mostly devoid of meaning and he seems truly lost. Until one day he is sent to a strange space resembling his school. With dangerous creatures forcing him to either confront his fears or turn his back he has a choice. Can Lex confront and overcome these spaces or will he eventually fall into despair, for when he returns back to reality not everything is the same as it was...

it's a slow burning story! Diamond Beginnings One boy. One dream. One swing at a time. In Warsaw, Poland, young Adrian Wójcik picks up a plastic bat in his backyard—and takes his first step toward changing the future of Polish baseball. With a loving but struggling family behind him, rivals on the playground, and a fierce desire to win, Adrian’s childhood is filled with scraped knees, backyard drills, and impossible dreams. Family. Rivalries. Sacrifice. This is the story of a legend in the making.

Bai Qian had loved Lu Rong for ten years. When she finally got the pregnancy test, she didn’t expect that she would find out about her husband’s betrayal! When the car crashed on her body, she could hear the driver’s cold, mechanical voice. “Mr. Lu, I’ve done as you ordered. What should I do with the corpse?” On the day that Bai Qian had died, Lu Rong received the doctor’s call and was notified of her pregnant wife’s death in an accident. Six years later, the news of Qi Yue and Lu Rong’s marriage was announced to the world. Bai Qian had also walked out of the airport with her son and daughter. The accident six years ago didn’t take her life, but it ruined her appearance. She had plastic surgery and changed her name, and once again returned after hiding her title as Europe’s top jeweler and joined Lu Corporation as a normal person. This time, she would take back everything that was hers! In the supermarket. Bai Qian said, “Mr. Lu? I’m so sorry, I was looking at your fiancée’s interview and accidentally knocked into you.” Lu Rong frowned. “You know me?” Bai Qian answered with a faint smile. “Who wouldn’t? We all know about your promise to your ex-wife that you would take care of her younger sister forever?” After that, she left behind a curvy afterimage. No matter if it was the way that she walked, or the way she was flipping her hair, it was the same as Bai Qian! When Lu Rong saw the two mini him, he couldn’t hold it anymore. “Bai Qian! Please forgive me! Give me another chance, alright?”

In a world where beauty stems as the root of popularity,wealth, privileges...the ones without it stand no chance.They are forced to succumb to the cruelness of the people but some still believe beauty is in the inside. "That's a lie they tell to mock the ugly ones.Beautiful faces always win.And it is because of these people Charlotte died." While physical appearance served as the vision in this realm,the others are forced to counter their baby soft skins to leathers - plastic..to be liked and have their dream jobs. But for others...was it all worth it? Was physical appearance contributing to the happiness people felt? "I don't think you would understand my pleas.I want to be beautiful.I want to be liked.I want to be accepted..but it is difficult when I am not in the right body.I need to do this." But the question is... *Was It All Worth It?* _______ ______ Mia Sanchez,an editor of a reputable magazine company was left with an assignment - one of a 17 year old who had committed suicide.She looked happy in all her pictures but did her smile ever reach her eyes??? This story is about self acceptance,the journey people take to be loved and appreciated,the cruel side of beauty standards and how difficult it takes to... ACCEPT ONESELF.

Elian Reyes thought graduating college would open doors. Instead, it slammed them shut—one job rejection at a time. No experience. No referrals. No connections. Just a computer science degree and a plastic folder full of fading hope. Until one day… [ Ding! ] [ System Activated. ] [Mission Complete: Assist a Street Vendor. ] [ Reward: 5 Years of Experience as a .NET Developer. ] Wait, what? Suddenly, Elian could debug code he hadn’t written, explain complex architectures on the spot, and breeze through technical interviews like a seasoned pro. One small task, one absurd pop-up—and his entire life began to change. This isn’t a game. There’s no tutorial. No one else has this system. And the missions? They're tied to real-world challenges—helping people, surviving jobs, pushing past limits.

The heiress to a powerful tech company, Diane Lily Hoffman, had a tough childhood filled with lies and mistreatment. At 14, her cruel stepmother tricked her into thinking her father had sold her to his enemies. From there, the family who adopted her abused her physically and emotionally. Using her as a ploy to get rich, her adopted family forced her into what she thought was a loveless marriage with a plastic surgeon named Gabriel. Despite what she perceived as a lack of love, she found solace in her married life until her path was chosen for her again and lies were made to drive a wedge between her and Gabriel. The divorce was painful and she realised all too late that everything was not what it seemed. Unfortunately, the lies her family crafted were too much for Gabriel to ever give her a chance again. Just as she was about to die, Diane was given a second chance to fix her mistakes. Now reborn, Diane is ready to find her real father and ex-husband, seeking revenge on the family that betrayed her and taking back the life and justice she deserves. “Gabriel… what if it hurts? Will you still hold me close?” Diane’s voice trembled as she stepped back, gripping the edge of her shirt. “Diane, those scars tell your story, but I’ll rewrite the ending by erasing everything that’s been done to you.” Gabriel reached for her hand, and pulled her toward him. “With every cut, I promise to make sure that part of your past is gone.” “Bullets shot too soon; nobody can save me…” She shook her head, backing away, but he closed the distance, grasping her shoulders. “I promise, I’ll do everything to keep you safe, Diane.” He squeezed her shoulders gently. “No tears of yours will ever leave another trace.” “I wish I could have quit you, I wish I never missed you…” Her voice broke as she turned away, but he caught her wrist, spinning her back to face him. “If you die in this life, let me go too, so this time I can be right there with you.” Gabriel held her tight as if to shield her from the world’s pain. “It was my heart, it was my life, it was my start, it was your knife…”

[Warning: Mature Content] Tags: Beastmen, Beauty, Monsters, Doomsday In any era or dynasty, the fall of a nation is often associated with beauty.  But what if—well, just what if—for some peculiar reason, the fall of the entire world ensued right after a certain girl's plastic surgery? How will she use her newly acquired beauty during the apocalyptic period?

Frederick Isen Alomar was just minding his business, being an engineer and not getting hit by trucks—until he failed spectacularly at one of those things. Next thing he knows, he wakes up face-first in dirt, surrounded by towering trees, weird silence, and a distinct lack of anything familiar. No people. No tools. No clue where the hell he is. It doesn’t take him long to figure it out: this isn’t Earth. Definitely not Earth. With only his clothes, his stubbornness, and the ever-present urge to complain, Frederick sets out to not die. But just as he’s preparing for a grim and gritty survival arc, something catches his eye. Magic. Real magic. For a man who’s spent his life solving problems with logic and elbow grease, this world might’ve just given him its biggest puzzle yet—and he’s absolutely going to tinker with it.

[Warning: Mature Content!] Charley Dunst had three problems: 1. He was broke. 2. His soul had died sometime between mopping aisle four and dressing up as a bunny to wave at traffic. 3. He hadn’t touched a woman since Clara dumped him and ran off with a guy who owned a yacht and two working sport cars. Once a rising tech genius with the world at his feet, one scandal later, Charley’s now mopping floors and talking to haunted dolls at a puppet shop owned by his ex-girlfriend’s family. Every day is a soul-crushing parade of fake smiles, cursed dummies, and the kind of humiliation that would make a monk snap. Just when he thinks rock bottom has a basement, he ends up drenched in the rain, sharing a long, soul-crushing stare with a stray cat outside the shop window. Then… he brings the cat in. The cat breaks things. One of those things reveals a sleek, black credit card unlike anything he’s seen before. No bank. No number. No limit. Just one rule: Swipe once a day. Unlimited money. No strings attached… or so he thinks. Armed with the most powerful piece of plastic on Earth, Charley’s about to go from broke joke to high roller, buying his way into luxury, lust, and the kind of life that used to laugh at him from afar. From lingerie models to lonely heiresses, seduction becomes part of the daily budget and Charley is more than willing to make room for it. But as the money flows and his “assets” multiply, so do the consequences. The card has a secret. And one day, while sipping wine from a girl’s belly button in his new jacuzzi, Charley gets a knock on the door. It’s not the IRS. It’s not his ex. It’s the original cardholder. And he wants his power back—with interest. _____ “You think money’s your cheat, Charley?” She leaned in close, lips brushing his ear, voice like silk and sin. “No, baby… it’s you. Now lie back and let me show you how debt forgiveness really works.” _____ WPC May Entry! Support my novel please!

Ang buhay ay parang apoy. Kapag maliit, madaling patayin. Kapag malaki, mahirap patayin. Pero hindi gan’on ang tunay na buhay—dahil kahit maliit ka man o malaki, madali ka pa ring patayin. Hindi natin pagmamay-ari ang buhay na meron tayo ngayon pero sadyang may mga taong handang wakasan ang kanilang buhay para sa inaasam-asam na kapayapaan sa sakit na nararamdaman. Meron namang binawian ng buhay na hindi naman nila ginusto, lalo’t na ang pagkitil ng isang buhay na hindi mo naman pagmamay-ari. May mga taong gusto mabuhay, pero hindi nabigyan ng pag-asang mabuhay. Alam nating lahat na ikaw at ako ay magkaiba. Dahil tayo ay ginawa ayon sa gusto ng Diyos, ngunit tatanggapin mo ba ang buhay na hindi naman dapat sa ‘yo? O pababayaan mo na lang dahil hindi mo ito gusto at pagmamay-ari? O gagamitin mo ito para sa iyong paghihiganti? Isang araw na akong walang tulog dahil sa mga pangungutya ng mga kaklase, guro, at mga tinuring kong totoong kaibigan. Hindi ko na alam kung paano ko kakayanin pa. Yesterday, my friends told me to do the dare. Sabi nila, katuwaan lang. I don’t know kung bakit ko ginawa ang katangahang bagay na ‘yon. “Hara, you must do the dare. I promise, he truly likes you.” Nahihiya akong gawin ang dare kasi malalaman nila na meron pala akong tinatagong nararamdaman sa isa sa mga gwapong, magaling, at babaerong sikat na MVP Basketball player sa Cor Jesu College. Sino naman kasi ang hindi magkakagusto sa isang katulad niya na, everytime mo sya na makikita ay ngumingiti siya ‘tapos dagdag mo pa ‘yong mapupula niyang labi at ‘yong thick eyebrows niya. “Okay, I’ll do the dare, but make sure na hindi ‘to malalaman ng iba.” Sila ‘yong mga babaeng grupo sa school namin na nagkaisa para takutin ang mga babae at bakla sa school namin na ‘wag lalapitan o kausapin ang kanilang prinsipe raw. Nakita ko si JM sa labas ng room namin kung saan siya lang mag-isang nakaupo sa isang white plastic chair habang hawak-hawak niya ang kaniyang cellphone. Nasa harap ko na siya pero ang mga kamay, paa, at katawan ko ay parang ayaw nang humakbang papalapit sa kaniya pati na ‘yong anino ko gusto nang umurong. “Sige na, Hara!” boses ni Christian sa likod ko na nagtatago sa may pintuan ng room namin. Lumingon ako at sininyahasan ko na gagawin ko na ang dare nila. “JM, ahm… ano k-kasi,” nauutal ako. Hind ko na tuloy alam kung ano ang sasabihin sa kaniya. Ang mga bibig koy tila parang may nakadikit na glue na parang ayaw na nitong bumuka. Subalit, nilakasan ko ang aking loob upang matapos na ito. “Bakit, Hara?” tanong ni JM, kita sa mukha niya ang pagkalito sa kilos ko. “Dare lang ‘to, huh. Sana ‘wag mong masamain. Can I kiss you?” Hindi ko namalayan—ang pinkish, smooth, at nakakaakit na labi ni JM ay nakadampi na pala sa inosente kong labi. Saglit akong natigilan. His lips... were on mine. Para akong kidlat na tinamaan sa kalmadong gabi—walang babala, walang panahon para umiwas. Ang patak ng ulan ay tila pluma ng tadhana, dahan-dahang sumusulat ng eksenang hindi ko kailanman inasahan. Sa bawat segundo, parang umiikot ang mundo nang mas mabilis—para akong nasa Ferris wheel na nawalan ng kontrol, lumulutang sa pagitan ng takot at pagkamangha. Ang lamig ng paligid ay unti-unting natunaw sa init na hindi ko maipaliwanag, parang apoy na biglang sumiklab sa gitna ng bagyo. I was barely clothed—what I had on was torn to shreds. That’s the only way I could describe myself when they found my body behind the abandoned school comfort room. Makalipas ang ilang taon, tuluyan nang naglaho ang usapan tungkol sa pagkamatay ko. Wala nang balita, wala nang tanong. Siguro’y pinasara na ang kaso dahil wala silang ebidensiyang nakuha, at wala ring makapagsabi kung sino ang pumatay sa akin. Ang lumabas na lang sa balita: suicide. Dahil daw nalulong ako sa droga. Dahil daw sa stress—sa school, sa bahay. But now I’m back… And they’ll pay… For treating me like some toy—something to break, to use, to discard when they were done.

Lithia Blackwinter — warlord, noble, aura-wielding menace, and possibly the world’s most intimidating fifteen-year-old — was busy conquering kingdoms and collecting enemy heads like trading cards... Until one fine, disastrous afternoon, the universe decided to throw her out like yesterday’s trash. Now stuck in modern-day small-town America — where wars are fought over WiFi passwords, not kingdoms — Lithia’s trying to survive without a sword, a castle, or even a proper servant to yell at. Adopted (more like kidnapped by kindness) by the aggressively friendly Hensley family, she’s learning that suburbia might be more dangerous than a battlefield. From plastic-wrapped food and bizarre human rituals to the eldritch horror known as “cars” — this world makes no sense. But one thing’s clear: just because you’ve left the war behind, doesn’t mean the chaos is over. Because when a vampire noble crashes into modern life, you can bet your last brain cell that the world isn’t ready for her.

A Beautiful Transformation Lilliana Smith was the bullied, nerd girl until she underwent plastic surgery that transformed her into a beauty. However, the surgery damaged her heart, giving her only a month to live without a transplant. Lilliana lived that month to the fullest, thinking she would die soon - until a secret donor miraculously appeared to provide her a new heart. However, the doctors refused to perform her heart-transplant surgery until Lilliana signed the contract agreeing to marry Chris Eaton, CEO of Eaton Enterprises - who is also her CEO father Marcus Smith's archenemy. What will be the consequences of Lilliana accepting the new heart and marrying the cold-hearted CEO?!

I was squatting on the steps of the Acropolis, clutching the terracotta goblets I had just bought, and watching this old man with bare feet bickering in the marketplace. The olive crown on his head was tilted to one side, his old robes were stained with mud, but his eyes shone as if they were burning through marble pillars. "Is this young Socrates?" I poked at the golden ball of light floating in the air. "Are you sure he's not a vagabond?" "Target Intelligence Level detected: SSS." The cold voice of the system sounded in the ear, "The host is advised to immediately perform the task of receiving students, remaining time: 2 hours 59 minutes." I touched the linen bag around my waist, which contained the system's "starter pack" - a bag of Skittles, two spring-loaded fist toys, and three glowing glass marbles. According to the instructions, these 21st century gadgets will conquer any ancient sage. "Get out of the way!" A rude roar interrupted my thoughts. Three strong men in purple cloaks pushed through the crowd, the leader with a bronze dagger at his side. Socrates, you are again deluding the citizens with your fallacies! The consul has decreed..." I jumped up and hit my lower back against the pillar and gasped in pain. The system said failure would turn me into a hamster, and I don't want to store food for winter on my fuzzy cheeks. When the strong man's fist was about to touch the tip of Socrates' nose, I swung my spring fist. "Snap!" Bronze wrist guards collide with plastic fists, and springs suddenly stretch like a silver snake around a strong man's wrist. The crowd exclaimed, and even Socrates widened his eyes. I slipped Skittles into his hand. "Taste this, the nectar of the gods from Mount Olympus." The blue-robed philosopher licked the colored candy hesitantly, and his gray beard popped up. "Sweet! And fruity! Young man, are you the atomic messenger of Democritus?" "Detected the target character's favorability +50%," the system's voice suddenly becomes cheerful, "invite the host to philosophical enlightenment." I stared at the ripped socks sticking out of the corner of Socrates' robe, and suddenly remembered what I had read in my high school textbook. In 399 BC, the philosopher would drink poisoned wine for "corrupting the youth." Now, like a child, he was handing out candy to the wildcats by the road, and the purple cloaks were stamping their feet with anger. "Sir," I pulled out the last item, "would you like to play a triage game?" The glowing glass marble rolled in the palm, reflecting a rainbow of light, "Truth is like this bead, every facet is a part of the truth." As soon as Socrates' fingers touched the marble, something strange happened. The pearl burst into the sky, casting holograms - a 3D model of the Academy of Athens 2,000 years later, with scholars in suits shuttling between the marble columns. The old philosopher was so excited that he knocked over the clay pot: "How beautiful! This is the embodiment of dialectics!" "Congratulations to the host for completing the first Act!" The system bursts into an electronic firecracker sound, "Acquire Skills: The Eye of Truth (can see through any sophistry)." Next time: Florence, Spring 1503. I took a last look at Socrates, surrounded by citizens, who was making a boat out of candy wrappers to play with a wild cat. As the golden swirls unfolded beneath my feet, I heard him ask, "What should a disciple call a teacher?" "Victor Fool." I laughed and jumped into the time tunnel, and suddenly the system screamed, "Warning! Skittles wrapper left in B.C. --"

Caitlin fakes her own death to escape her obsessive billionaire husband, Aidan Gallagher. With the help of Dylan, a plastic surgeon, she reinvents herself, becoming the woman she always wished to be. But Aidan isn’t fooled. He knows she’s out there. And when their paths cross again, Will Caitlin's new face be enough to hide her? And will she be able to outwit both men's obsession?

We can all predict a chinese romance drama. But not Diana Abraham and Demetri Anders tale of love. It all starts with the jealousy, the drugging, the one-night stand, the escaping with pregnancy, and the returning all powerful and unstoppable. Then, the stranger comes to play dad. Coming to claim his 'blood' and a better shot at life. Can you predict the script when the roles are reversed? Characters get mixed up. And no one follows the script. ....... e unique features of this stranger. His long eyelashes, straight nose, his blue eyes, just like Darlene's, his pink lips and tall shoulders, All gave him an effeminate charm. But one think was unmistakable- his features were like that of Damien's. Having read a lot of romance drama, everyone understood what was going on. This was the part where the mysterious lover comes to claim the baby. "Who let santa in?" Darlene asked quietly. What? Santa?! His own daughter called him santa. "Darlene, don't be silly, it's not Christmas. " Diana corrected. "You can leave", Damien said. No room for objection. Demetri was quietly observing them. Darlene was easygoing and unrestrained also very curious. Damien was quiet strict and capable. "I'm...", Demetri started. "Santa?" Darlene interrupted. "..." everyone in the room. "Your dad." Pfft! Darlene burst out laughing. "Don't be silly, I know my mum is very pretty but if we believed every guy that said that, we would have..." Darlene began counting seriously with her beautiful fingers. "52 dads, each week some guy claims he's our dad", she continued. "I really am". Demetri was getting a headache. "Sorry, that line has been used." "..." According to the script, Aren't the children suppose to secretly yearn for fatherly love but doesn't bring it up in order not to hurt their mum. What went wrong here? "Even if it was Christmas, i won't wish for a dad." Darlene said. "Aren't you always bullied for not having one?" Demetri asked. "Nope, i was once hurt by a boy because I told him that he was disgusting, smelly and stupid. Brother promised to teach me some skills later." So it was indeed a misunderstanding, Damien thought. "Kids, he's your real father." Diana intervened. So in this case, it was the mum hoping the kids would accept a dad. Quite comical. "We're don't need anyone else mum." Damien finally spoke. "But..." Diana was cut off. "Alright, we all know you didn't see the stranger's face clearly. How're you sure he's telling the truth?" Damien was really rational. "We look alike!" The script wasn't what Demetri had revised. "7% of people look alike in this world and plastic surgery is available. Who knows you might be the one wearing my face?" Damien queried. "..." I am really speechless right now. From who did he inherit his debating skills? But I came prepared, DNA TESTS. Demetri dropped the DNA tests on the table for them to see. It matches! "Were this forged?", Darlene asked curiously. Ah! So she's the annoyingly curious type but how did understand this stuff and how could her mind be so impure to ask such a question? "In case you're curios too, each of the 'dads' would bring one too." "..." Now, Demetri felt defeated. Wait! He still had something, his identity. Why would someone of great importance such as himself go through all that trouble to marry a single mum with two kids? "Maybe because she's really pretty and rich and so worth it." Darlene answered. Could she read minds?! "No, i can't read minds. I am very good at observing body languages. After being defeated countless of times by two children. Most people ask themselves if it's worth it". Wow! She's good. "I'm Demetri... " "Anders?". Yeah, wait! What?! I'm screwed this time.... Oh no! To Be Continued...

Paul had plastic surgery to look like Crook and imprisoned Crook. From then on, all the women in Crook's life, including his girlfriend and secretary, were at Paul's disposal. This also included Crook's wealth and secrets...

The Medical System — TMS ──────────────────── His first patient died. That was the result of his very first operation as a fully fledged doctor—not glory, not success, just a flatline. It wasn’t his fault, but it haunted him. His average skills, his helplessness... all laid bare. Until it happened. "Failure detected. Patient lost. Medical System activated. Host: Vice Xong. Objective: Master the art of life. Bestowing baseline protocols..." [Quest Received: Unlocking the System] [Reward: Medical System Activation] [Cost of Failure: Termination from the medical field] Then came the voice. The system. And with it—an absurd second chance. Now, surgical expertise downloads straight into his brain. Anatomy, diagnostics, pharmacology—he doesn’t study it. He knows it. [Quest: Perform liver resection in 2 hours 30 minutes] [Failure Penalty: Appearance degradation, aging 12 years] [Reward: Jade Beauty – Porcelain skin like a god’s] [Quest: Increase Truman Centre’s performance] [Failure Penalty: Salary cut. Possible career collapse.] [Reward: Rare trait unlocked: Surgeon’s Marathon] The world sees a miracle doctor rising. But behind the scalpel is a man racing against harsh system penalties, rising fame, and the sky being his limit. Follow Vice as he juggles a life unlike any other—from earning his first paycheck to outmatching seasoned doctors, struggling through blind dates set up by his tennis bat–wielding mother, and eventually buying not just a car, but cars. From a broke rookie to a bank account stacked like a dragon’s hoard, from unknown nobody to rubbing shoulders with celebrities and brushing elbows with government powers—Vice isn’t chasing greatness. Greatness is chasing him. But honestly? He’d rather chill with family and knock out quests when they pop up. His rise will be meteoric—and it’s only just getting started.

Leo Foster had one dream, to become the greatest footballer in history. But At 17, Leo a once-promising football prodigy, he is kicked out of his Youth academy for being “too average.” His future is in ruins, his mother struggles to make ends meet, and privileged prodigies leave him in the dust.Leo is ready to give up… until fate intervened. One evening, while frustrated and desperate, Leo joins a local underground football match for money. But against brutal, street-hardened players. Outmatched and overwhelmed, a vicious defender slams an elbow into his temple. He crashes to the ground his vision fading to black. As his consciousness wavered, a strange electronic voice echoed in his mind.. Ding! [Super Striker System Activated!] Then a blue flickering screen appeared before him. [First Skill Unlocked: “Copy Shot” (Ronal Vega)] [Mission: Score a Free Kick Goal to Unlock Next Upgrade!] From a washed-up reject to a rising star, Leo now possesses a game-changing ability, the power to copy legendary players’ skills, fuse them and unlock overpowered abilities, he gains access to legendary skills, unstoppable abilities and a path to football immortality. With every match, his name spreads across the Asteria world, Continents and his Nation Astel turning rivals into enemies, underdogs into believers, stadiums into battlegrounds and legends take note. But the road to glory isn’t just about goals. As he faces ruthless opponents, corrupt football politics and a mysterious past linked to his father’s disappearance that threaten to derail his rise, Leo must prove that true greatness isn’t given, it’s earned. #Every legend starts with a single step, Join Leo on his electrifying journey from the shadows of rejection to the roar of stadiums! Support the novel with your comments, and let’s build a legacy together! # The System has chosen him. # A system-powered rise from zero to legend begins!

**Synopsis** On his 42nd rebirth cycle, Edmund discovers a missing gear from his mechanical heart—embedded in the wedding ring of his mortal enemy, the Saintess Cecilia. "Dear nephew, this is how you code deicide." Uncle Joachim's biomechanical maggots scuttle across the family mausoleum's monitors, replaying his childhood crayon sketches of matricide tutorials. The Luminarium Sanctum's indulgences vending machine promotes: [Patricide Enlightenment Package - Free Parenting Guide Included] [Genocide Ascension Plan - 20% Off Limited Offer]. His system menu remains eternally stuck on surreal choices: A. Bake wedding cake with mother-in-law's ashes B. Teach your Mechanized Wolf Spirit to tell hellish jokes C. Carve divorce papers onto the Saintess' spine When Cecilia's Purification Blade pierces his chest for the seventh time, Edmund finally deciphers the childhood love letter engraved on its hilt—the same deicide blueprint he tucked into her cradle during Cycle Three. "Ill pick Option D." He crushes the strawberry-flavored virus capsule hidden in Margaret's final breath, severing Yggdrasil's umbilical cord amidst Joachim's maniacal laughter. As the reboot countdown begins, Cecilia's bloodstained wedding gown dissolves into data streams, revealing the truth: his "fated enemy" is a twin godkilling protocol written by his mother, and their endless cycles are mere glitches in the family's childcare simulator. Now Edmund stands before the sandbox clutching a pink plastic shovel, the system prompt blinking for the 10,086th time: [Choose: Godslayer / Groom / Joachim's Eternal Best Man]. Meanwhile, Cecilia's quantum womb gestates Paradox Entity-42—this time, their child might outpace the gods themselves.

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

Melody, a 21 year old lady, the second child and stepdaughter of The Moreno-Russo family. Her mother had an affair with Mr Giovanni Moreno-Russo, the leader and alpha of the Moreno-Russo. Her mother, Mathilde was killed by the jealous wife of Giovanni, Mrs Guila Moreno-Russo but no one ever cared about her, Melody doesn't even know her mother's name. Her stepsister, Roseanne was always the doll of the family, no one cared about Melody, they don't care if she eats or she's sick. The Moreno-Russo family had 4 children, The first child, Samuel (27 years old), then Melody(21 years), then Leonardo (20 years), and the last child Roseanne(19 years). Samuel and Leonardo are both mostly in Paris on a business meeting with some partners of their father's. Despite being the oldest, Samuel has a little goatee on his face and Leonardo has a full on beard which he never shaves. Samuel is 6’2, two inches taller than Leonardo. Leonardo has a muscular physique, he's stronger than Samuel buh he hasn't gotten the chance to prove it. And then there's Roseanne, a 5’7 tall lady, she's the talk of her school, she has the perfect body and after many years of plastic surgery, the perfect face. Everyone knows she did the surgery buh no one can ever say it to her face. Lucas Rodriguez, a 26 year old, feirce looking man and the heir of the Rodriguez family, the top mafia family in Italy, his father was killed by am assassin from the Calabres family. His mother Fiorella, the queen of the family, she oversees most of the family transactions. Marcus Rodriguez, the second and last child of the family, he's also the jovial one, he's 20 and 6’2. Fiorella has been pestering Lucas to get married, so he can bore an heir for the family. And Lucas happens to request a bride from the Moreno-Russo family. Everyone in Italy knows how brutal Lucas can be including the Moreno-Russo's and they're not ready to give their precious Roseanne as slave to the Rodriguez buh they cannot disobey them. So they give them Melody, the pure hearted innocent girl who has been maltreated her entire life. Will Melody survive the abuse from the Rodriguez? Or will Lucas grow a soft heart for her? Find out in MELODY and the BEAST .

We became what the eyes see us as. Not us. Not real. *** "Try this." Yuki lifted his gaze to see a fish ball skewered on a stick, held close to his mouth. The hand offering it belonged to none other than the striking stranger standing beside him. He wore a blue and white uniform, a black bag slung over one shoulder. Yuki’s eyes landed on the stranger’s face again. Even now, he still wasn’t used to seeing someone like him—a face that seemed completely out of place in their small, ordinary town. There was no doubt he was an outsider. "Yuki." Yuki was startled when the stranger moved the skewer even closer to his lips. He could smell the warm, spicy sauce, and without thinking, he quickly flicked his tongue over it. His brows furrowed in surprise—it was unexpectedly delicious. Instead of reprimanding the stranger, he found himself praising him. "Mm, this is good!" He opened his mouth to take a bite of the fish ball—only for it to vanish into thin air. "Huh?" Confused, he looked up, but the stranger was already busy selecting more street food. Yuki’s cheeks suddenly burned, and with clenched fists, he moved closer to him. "What’s your problem?" Even the elderly vendor glanced at them, observing how the stranger completely ignored Yuki. His face flushed with frustration, as if ready to pick a fight. The vendor quickly intervened. "Alright, alright, no fighting! Son, just choose what you want." He nudged Yuki toward the food stall. "No, thank you." Yuki muttered before walking away from the kiosk. The old vendor watched him leave, staring in silence until he disappeared from sight. "One more order of that, please. And make it to-go." The stranger finally spoke. "Ah, sure, son." When the vendor handed him the food, the young man left without another word. Hands in his pockets, he walked in the same direction Yuki had gone, the plastic bag of fish balls dangling from his fingers. The vendor sighed and sat down, shaking his head. "Kids these days." ©2025

The girl gave a sudden cry of protest. The leader of the beggars had caught her arm and, as she reached out for her dagger, the second man caught her free arm and twisted it up and away from her belt....... Authur sighed and quickly turned throwing back his cloak and drew his sword from where it was hanging behind his left shoulder. Producing weapons from under their rag clothes, the band of four beggars turned to deal with the newcomer. Authur sent the first man sprawling in the dust with a shrewd blow from his sword, as a dagger was raised to strike him. The second beggar had a cudgel, and as he slashed at Authur, he found himself facing an incredibly long sword, probably the longest he had seen in his life, snaking over the top of his hand to prick at his throat. The man howled, tripping over his feet in an effort to avoid the wicked looking sword. The third beggar attempted to come over from behind Authur, but Authur as if having eyes behind him quickly stepped to his right hand side, throwing his sword from his right hand to his left hand to meet the leader of the gang who himself had a wicked looking blade of his own also, which was sent flying at an incredibly fast speed from his hand. The leader howled and doubled over, clutching at his elbow. It was over.........

In his previous life, Lucian Sinclair had pursued the truth behind his fiancé Malcolm Fitzgerald's fatal car accident with relentless determination - only to meet the same grim fate beneath the twisted metal of his Bentley on a rain-lashed M25 motorway. When consciousness returned, the industrialist found himself thrust back to his 24-year-old self, the digital clock on his Mayfair bedside table blinking December 16th, 2016. Malcolm's Alpine skiing accident had already occurred three days prior. He promptly took legal guardianship of the brooding 15-year-old left in the wreckage - Finn Fitzgerald, Malcolm's half-brother through their father's second marriage. The boy Lucian remembered from charity galas had grown feral-eyed, all scraped knuckles and boarding school blazers gone threadbare at the elbows. This time, Lucian vowed, the boy would receive proper upbringing. Not out of affection, but as penance for never deciphering Malcolm's last encrypted text: "Tell Luce the Range Rover's brakes—" Finn initially regarded his guardian with wary deference, this icy aristocrat who wore his brother's signet ring on a platinum chain. "Malcolm said you collect Renaissance maps," the teen offered during tense dinners, pushing peas across Wedgwood china. "Malcolm told me you hate tulips." Each invocation of the dead man's name hung between them like altar smoke. Yet gradually, the dynamic shifted. Lucian caught Finn glaring when he traced the Fitzgerald jawline they shared. The boy began arriving late from Eton weekends, reeking of stolen whiskey and defiance. During one particularly vicious row over a shredded Oxford acceptance letter, Finn slammed Lucian's wheelchair against the study wall. "Why must I be his ghost?" The teen's breath fogged the cold glass of Malcolm's portrait. "You look at me like I'm some...some flawed taxidermy of your perfect banker boy!" Lucian's cane clattered to the hardwood. Perfect? Malcolm had been laundering funds through their engagement - a truth he'd discovered two lifetimes too late. Now this living, breathing Fitzgerald heir stood before him, all cracked leather satchel and mismatched socks, demanding to be seen. Outside, the Thames glittered with secrets. In the cellar vault, a dossier gathered dust - crime scene photos, offshore account records, and the Range Rover's brake lines sliced clean through. Lucian's fingers twitched toward the whisky decanter. Let the dead keep their mysteries. This Fitzgerald needed saving more.