Sadiq Lash

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

"Lucifer," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the screams that filled the air. The metallic scent of blood choked her senses as she watched him move—slicing through bodies like they were nothing, his every movement precise, merciless. Blood splattered across his face, darkening the sharp edges of his jaw, but his eyes... his eyes were what made her breath hitch. They weren’t the same warm brown she had once drowned in. They burned with an untamed rage, cold and soulless. And then they found hers. Green met fire. Tears clung to her lashes, her chest rising and falling in uneven breaths. But Alessio Moretti—Lucifer himself—froze the second he saw her. Angel D’souza had been the wrong girl to be ***napped, just a mistake. But somehow, she had become his undoing. The man she had fallen for, the man who had made her feel safe in the darkest of nights, was now standing before her, bathed in crimson, the monster whispered about in nightmares. Her heart pounded. Was this who he truly was? Had she fallen for a lie? He took a step forward, his blade still dripping, his expression unreadable. She took a step back. He noticed. His jaw clenched, something desperate flashing across his face, but she didn’t wait. She turned—heart racing, mind screaming at her to run. But could she ever truly escape him? Would he let her? Or worse… did she even want to?

"Before the towers fell, before everything was consumed by darkness..." Leo Astralis whispered to himself while traversing through the rubble of the ancient structure. His body bore the scars of survival, bite marks that throbbed against the coarse, blood-stiffened fabric of his clothing. "...I wonder what the world was like." After humanity failed to complete the Tower almost 700 years ago in time, it exploded, spreading monsters all over the word. Even the system, which blessed humans with power, had abandoned them. Or did it? [Run] A singular message urged Leo to escape, yet it was short lived as was he was caught like an animal in a trap. And just like an animal he lashed out until the very end, taking one of the captors to the grave with him. But as darkness closed in, the system spoke again. [One time Regression activated] [Congratulations. You've activated the Heart of the System]

"M... Marissa! Are they my kids?" Rafael's eyes weren't moving away from the adorable kids' faces. "No, Rafael. They are not," Marissa said with a fake smile, "They aren't yours. Remember?" she batted her lashes quite dramatically, "We were never married!" Marissa Aaron’s elder sister Valerie Aaron jilted her blind boyfriend on her wedding day and ran off. For face-saving, Merissa's family pleaded to her to marry Raphael Sinclair. The irony? She was not allowed to tell her blind husband that she was not Valerie but Merissa Aaron. On the day of Raphael's successful eye surgery, Marissa got to know that Valerie was back to take her rightful place as Sinclaire’s daughter-in-law. Marissa tried explaining to her husband that she was the one married to him, but he did not believe her. Instead of any more convincing, heartbroken Merissa decided to leave the city without telling him, her secret. Raphael Sinclair was the classic definition of drop-dead gorgeous and was the only heir of the Sinclair group of industries. What would he do when he came to know that all this time the woman who offered him, her love and her body was not Valerie but her younger sister Marissa Aaron? How would he react when he came to know that he was the father of the babies Marissa was carrying in her womb? Would he go after Marissa and win her back? And the million-dollar question! Would Marissa ever be able to forgive him and love him again?

The jeers followed her like a persistent shadow. "Murderer!" the crowd screamed, their faces contorted in a grotesque parody of the adoration she once commanded. Just months ago, they had screamed her name, their voices a deafening roar as she shimmied across the stage, a beacon of light and pop perfection. Now, their cheers had morphed into venomous hisses, their eyes burning with a hatred that chilled her to the bone. Noelle clutched her lawyer's arm, his face a mask of grim determination. The cameras flashed, capturing her every move, every tremor of fear. The headlines screamed: "Pop Princess Plummets: Noelle Accused of Murder." The irony wasn't lost on her. Her life, once a carefully constructed fairytale of fame and fortune, had become a grotesque tragedy. The trial was a circus. The whispers, the sneers, the relentless scrutiny – it was a constant assault on her senses. Her once loyal fans, the ones who'd plastered her face on their bedroom walls, now reveled in her downfall. They devoured every salacious detail, every whispered accusation, every tear she dared to shed. The verdict was a foregone conclusion. Guilty. Noelle watched the judge pronounce the sentence, her mind a whirlwind of disbelief and despair. Death by lethal injection. ‘At least they did not give me the electric chair’ she thought to herself in a poor attempt at humor. * Months later, a solitary figure knelt at her grave, the wind whipping at his hair. Rain lashed down, mirroring the tears that streamed down his face. "I'm sorry, Areum," he sobbed, his voice hoarse with grief. "I'm so sorry I was too late." He clutched a single, wilted rose, its petals stained crimson, a poignant reminder of the life that had been brutally extinguished. * Noelle is a bright star who has the world at her feet, she feels no guilt about being the other woman coming between a husband and his wife. After all, Evan had been in love with her since they were teenagers. The only reason he married Ma-Ri was because his family demanded it, if he had a choice he would surely have picked her… When she gets wrongfully accused of murdering Ma-Ri, she loses everything and is sentenced to death, everyone including Evan turn against her and she is left to die a miserable death. She is reborn and this time she faces the humiliation of being the woman who is being cheated on. She is determined to end the cycle and not let the future she had seen come to pass, she decides to step out of the picture and focus on her career. In doing so, everything changes, Evan clings to her and refuses to let her go, a mysterious stranger who has been studying her also steps in and decides to fight for a chance to be with her.

|| To all the readers who are grieving over Caelestis Lanister’s death. I deeply apologize but this character always deserved death in my eyes of justice. Although he was a good leader, a good friend, probably a good son, yet he was never a good friend or boyfriend to Stella. Even after going through all his sins, if you still sympathize with him. I have an offer for you. Would you like to change the destiny of Caelestis Lanister? Yes/No|| A translucent blue window appeared in front of Eleanore, who had just opened her eyes in a strange white place, after meeting her end in a Traffic accident. Eleanore finds herself in a new world, with a mission to change the destiny of her favorite character from a book she had recently read, "Revenge is her only desire." Tired from her daily struggles, she was ready to venture into a new life of the rich, but to her dismay. She finds herself in the body of the villainess that dies in the first chapter of the novel, who shares the same name as hers, Eleanore Sinclair. Moreover, the day she enters into her body is the day she gets killed by Caelestis for harming his lover, Stella. Eleanore binded by the system that guided her through in her mission of changing Caelestis’ fate, realizes that the system favoured Stella over her. She struggles to keep herself alive, while working on Caelestis and Stella's relationship. As she tries to save Stella from the obsessive grasps of Caelestis, she finds herself getting entangled with the notorious villain. As tension and hatred between them rises, a love blooms between them which gives nothing but pain in return. The male lead being her own brother, will she be able to save Caelestis which is no longer her mission but her love? _______ “Lies!” he spat again, his voice rising. “I will kill you, Eleanore. If you ever try to do that to her again, I will kill you.” His words cut through her, burning with hatred and fear. Anger surged within her as she fought against him. She had never intended to hurt Stella, not once. The blame lay with the original owner of the body, not her. Why must she listen to these accusations? “I have no such intentions!” she shouted at his face, gasping to find breath. “Let me go!” Her foot lashed out, kicking him in the thigh, but he quickly pinned it down as well. Exhausted from her useless struggles, Eleanore realized she had to gather her strength and then perhaps bite off some skin from his handsome face. “You are just an obsessed man,” she snarled. “You don’t know how to treat a woman. You’re killing her!” Before she could finish, Caelestis silenced her with a violent grip around her throat. His hand tightened around her neck, cutting off her breath. Her wrists were free, but now her neck was caught, and every breath became a struggle. Panic surged through her as she struggled to find, her nails digged deep into at his arm in a desperate attempt to free herself. Caelestis’ true nature had finally appeared in front of Eleanore, and it scared her. She had already been afraid of him, but now the fear felt like it was gripping her very soul. Note: This is a dark fantasy romance novel. A war between Love and Obsession.

"mum always said that boys were distraction are being in a relationship with them was double the distraction." I remembered once what my mum had said about my cousin and how a boy ruined her life. I have a crush but I can't tell mum or else she'll lash at me. He's the school's sports player and many girls are after him especially Tessy and by the looks of it, I don't think my dreams of being with him will come through anytime soon. . . . Annabel Mason a sweet, kind girl whose's a nerd and also owns a diary has a crush on Jordan, a handsome guy who is also the school's sports player and all the girls are after him and her goal that year was to make him hers. Jayden Collins, a student from Royal High was sent as an exchange student. He's handsome, good in both sports and academics. Oh? seems there's a twist in the story. Annabel Mason? Jayden Collins? A dorky nerd? Sport's Player and Academic guru? Things are about to get interesting once Jayden offers to help her with her goal? Note: Joshua Mason and Ariana Watson's story is going to continue in this book.

With every move of her hands and every batting of her lashes, Selene was able to captivate the world with her delicate beauty. She was the "Queen of Showbiz," the beloved of the Castillo family, unlike Keira, the ugly duckling of the family. It didn't matter the context or truth behind the issue, Keira was to be blamed by everyone. "Selene can do no wrong! How can such a delicate, fragile thing think ill of someone? It must be Keira who is making up lies!" "How dare you cause your sister to become sick! Receive your punishment!" Such words were a norm for Keira. The place she called home was Hell's Gate, and the people she called family were poisonous demons. Her life was filled with blame and abuse hurled by her sister's supporters. She was schemed against, attacked, and ruined to the point of no return. The last nine months of her life were the worst. Her insomnia had developed into Sporadic Fatal Insomnia, causing her to lose weight as she suffered consistent sleepless nights. At the age of 23, Keira Castillo passed away alone in her dingy apartment. Her final moments were filled with dread as she begged and prayed to whichever god was listening. "If only I had one more chance..." To her delight, she had regressed to when she was 18. 'The man you love? I'm taking him. The title 'Queen of Showbiz'? That's also mine. Everything you gained from stepping all over me, I will take. My dear Selene, I will play you in the palms of my hands and live my life the way I was supposed to.'

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.

In the aftermath of Shadows Protocol, the world remains a perilous landscape of covert missions, political intrigues, and underground conflicts. As tensions between nations escalate, Pakistan’s elite intelligence team, led by the seasoned agent Zayan Malik, faces their greatest challenge yet—a rescue mission fraught with deception, betrayal, and unexpected alliances. It all begins with the sudden and mysterious disappearance of Zayan during a crucial mission in Lebanon. Tasked with intercepting and dismantling joint Israeli and Indian covert operations, the mission ends in catastrophe. A massive explosion rocks the target area, and Zayan is presumed dead, caught in the blast. His team—comprising Ubaid, Irfan, Kashif, and Captain Rizwan—finds themselves reeling from the loss of their leader, grappling with grief, doubt, and a profound sense of betrayal. The mission, which had seemed straightforward, now hangs over them as an unsolved mystery. Ten days pass in an agonizing blur of mourning and frustration until Aaliya, the team’s brilliant intelligence specialist, intercepts a cryptic communication hinting that Zayan might still be alive, held captive in Israel. The faint hope reignites the team’s determination, and Major Hamza, their chief, authorizes a new mission. The stakes are higher than ever as they covertly enter Israel, operating under intense scrutiny and evading a network of traps. However, the trail leads them to nothing—a carefully orchestrated ruse to lure them into enemy territory. Humiliated and disheartened, the team returns home, their trust in the intelligence community shaken, but Aaliya remains unconvinced that this is the end of their search. Months pass with no solid leads until a fragment of intelligence surfaces, pointing towards an oil refinery in the depths of Iraq. The team, though battered by the earlier failure, seizes this opportunity. They gather their equipment, resolve bolstered by the possibility that Zayan might be closer than ever. Major Hamza authorizes the mission, knowing the risks but also understanding that this could be their last chance to save their comrade. The journey to Iraq is fraught with peril, the team navigating hostile terrain, avoiding enemy patrols, and using every trick in their book to remain undetected. Every step they take is a step closer to a potential ambush, but they move with purpose, each of them understanding that this is a mission they cannot afford to fail. The refinery stands in a barren desert, surrounded by armed guards, patrolled by drones, and fortified with defenses. The team moves under the cover of night, taking up positions around the target. Ubaid, Irfan, and Kashif, with the patience of seasoned operatives, wait for the perfect moment to strike. Aaliya monitors the situation from afar, guiding them through the labyrinthine pathways and providing vital surveillance. As dawn approaches, the atmosphere is electric with tension, every sound amplified in the quiet desert night. Suddenly, the operation erupts into a firefight, bullets ricocheting off metal structures and grenades detonating amidst the chaos. The refinery becomes a battlefield, the echoes of gunfire blending with the sounds of the desert. The team pushes forward, cutting through the defenses and leaving a trail of destruction behind them. They know the cost of hesitation—failure means losing Zayan forever, and they are prepared to make any sacrifice necessary. Deep within the refinery’s underground levels, they locate a fortified chamber. The sight inside shocks them—Zayan, their leader, chained and barely conscious, his body bruised and battered from days of captivity. Hope mingles with fury as they realize the true extent of his ordeal. Ubaid, his voice cracking, sends a desperate message back to Major Hamza: "الحمداللہ sir, Zayan is alive and he's with us, but he's badly injured. Mission accomplished."

Maria’s life unfolds as a poignant tale of love, betrayal, despair, and ultimate redemption. Her journey begins in the simplicity of her early twenties, shaped by the humble values of her modest upbringing. Maria is an intelligent and driven young woman, studying on a scholarship at an elite college where she meets Ryan, a charismatic and wealthy young man. Ryan’s charm sweeps Maria off her feet, and she is drawn into a world of luxury and privilege that is far removed from her own. Their friendship blossoms into a deep romance, and Maria believes she has found the love of her life. As their love story progresses, the differences in their social backgrounds become more apparent. Ryan’s family disapproves of their relationship, while Maria’s parents, though supportive of her happiness, worry about the challenges of such a union. Ignoring their warnings, Maria dreams of a future with Ryan, one filled with love and understanding. However, life has other plans. Ryan’s father cuts off his financial support, thrusting the couple into an unanticipated financial crisis. The reality of living without wealth proves to be too much for Ryan, who struggles to adapt. Maria, who believed in the strength of their love, is devastated when Ryan abandons her, leaving her to face their hardships alone. This betrayal shatters her heart and forces her into survival mode. Alone and vulnerable, Maria searches desperately for a way to support herself. With no stable job and mounting expenses, she is lured into the dark world of prostitution. The decision is not one she makes lightly, but desperation leaves her with no alternatives. The days blur into nights as Maria struggles to reconcile the choices she’s made. Her shame and guilt grow heavier, but she feels trapped in a cycle she cannot break. One fateful evening, Maria meets Father Robert, a compassionate priest who sees beyond her broken exterior. He offers her not just guidance but a way to reclaim her life. Father Robert’s unwavering kindness and nonjudgmental demeanor spark something in Maria—a faint glimmer of hope. Over time, he helps her confront her past, offering her the chance to leave behind the darkness and embrace the light of redemption. Through his support, Maria begins a profound transformation. She renounces her past and decides to dedicate herself to God. Joining a convent, she finds solace in the peace and discipline of her new life. Maria becomes Sister Mary, a devout nun committed to serving others. For the first time in years, she feels a sense of purpose and belonging. Her work with the poor and the needy brings her a fulfillment she never thought possible. Yet, life has more twists in store for Maria. An unexpected encounter with Aisha, a childhood friend from her college days, reawakens questions Maria thought she had answered. Aisha, now a devout Muslim, shares her journey to Islam, describing the peace and clarity it has brought her. Intrigued, Maria begins to explore Islamic teachings. The Qur'an’s emphasis on justice, mercy, and surrender to God’s will resonates deeply with her. As Maria delves deeper into Islam, she finds answers to questions that have lingered in her heart for years. Slowly but surely, the pull toward this faith becomes undeniable. After months of reflection, Maria decides to embrace Islam. Taking the name Maryam, she starts her journey as a Muslim woman, determined to begin anew once again. As Maryam, she immerses herself in learning and spiritual growth. She attends study circles, reads extensively, and consults Islamic scholars. Her past, though painful, becomes a source of strength and inspiration for others. Maryam’s courage in sharing her story empowers countless women facing their own struggles. She becomes a mentor and a role model, embodying the power of faith and resilience.

A girl named Mori[Cat hybrid] was from an ordinary clan/family that you expect her to be, but her father didn't made her family look like one. She was an intoverted kid and doesn't have a friend because of her resting face that made her look mean, and those kids might think she'll lash out at them for some reason... Until she met this kid Itadori they became friends, but later their bond is almost on edge because she has to go to the agency she applied for some reason, but thankfully they still contact each other from time-to-time. -*-*-*- Years later he didn't know they'll meet each other again, do you think she has changed? -*-*-*- This novel only contains the pasts of each character whom I have wrote, and not the main story. (Auxilliary volume first publish will be on January 1, 2025 12:00 AM) (First chapters will probably be on February)

When he was only twelve, while walking home from school, Theo Serrano noticed something odd in an alley near his home. He wasn't sure what it was about the cardboard box that seized his attention, only that it definitely wasn't there yesterday, and upon further inspection he was shocked to find a young girl abandoned and starving. With a whip lash tail at the ready, the poor thing was absolutely terrified, but ever the altruist, Theo rescued the poor succubus and even allowed her into his home. That was something his mother wouldn't tolerate for long. Receiving shelter, food, clothes, and even giving her a name, Lorelei was completely mystified. Sadly, there time together was short, as they were separated shortly upon discovery. Ten years later, as the world readies itself for yet another war amongst the humans and demi's, both these childhood friends must rediscover one another, before the sky breaks above them. This story features magic and science, a dystopian setting, and humans living to struggle with plenty of monster races. Some monster races include (but aren't limited to): Cubi, Lamia, Vampires, Beastkin, elves, dark elves, dragonkin, wyvern, and more. Adult content is to be expected, but in tasteful amounts. Expect new chapters every friday.

*Clang!* The mask split in half, revealing a face so extraordinary it seemed almost otherworldly. Skin as pale as if it would smudge with the slightest touch, a sharp and elegant nose, perfectly shaped lips. Every feature was as refined as if sculpted by a master artisan, untouched by the passage of time. Once jet-black like the night, the hair had turned as white as the snow-capped mountains of the northern lands. It was still beautiful, but a fragile, ethereal quality had been added, as if the figure might scatter and dissolve into the air at any moment. As the mask fell away, revealing eyes beneath fluttering, slow-blinking lashes, they shone like polished black onyx—noble and luminous. It was a visage so close to a work of art that it seemed a pity only Ye Kang-oh and the sun bore witness to it. However, in the presence of this breathtakingly handsome man, Ye Kang-oh’s expression began to crumble. There was no way he couldn’t recognize that face. Not because it was a beauty that could rival even Song-ok or Ban-ak, but because it belonged to someone who had once been Kang-oh’s protector. "Is it you?" Ye Kang-oh, the youngest disciple of the Black Sky Lord, stood before the man he had once revered and adored. Dan Woo-hyo, the Lord of White Virtue Palace, whom the martial world believed to be missing, was there. "Has it really been you all along?" ------------ I am NOT the author. I'm just translating this novel.

Wen Yiran was betrayed. The man she loved sent her to a mental hospital, leaving her to suffer in agony. Branded as insane, abandoned, and tortured, she endured unspeakable pain. Electroshock therapy, isolation, and despair, until she fell into a coma and gave birth to twins. But when she woke up, only one of her children was in her arms. Four years later, she finally escapes with her younger son determined to find the child stolen from her. But before she can, she’s caught—again—by Fu Xichen, the very man who destroyed her life. "You sent me away yourself. We have nothing to do with each other anymore," she says, holding her son close. But Fu Xichen only chuckled darkly, caging her against the wall. "Over? You gave me two sons, Wen Yiran. You’ll never be free from me." Before she could lash out, her little boy stepped up, glaring. With his tiny foot, he kicked Fu Xichen’s shin. "Be nice, bad daddy! Or I’ll find Mommy a better husband!" Silence. Then, a deep, dangerous laugh. Fu Xichen’s eyes burned with something unreadable as he called over the older twin, the son she’d been searching for. "Take your brother outside to play," he said smoothly. The moment they left, he grabbed Wen Yiran, pulling her against him. His breath brushed against her ear, sending shivers down her spine. "How about we have another child?" She should hate him. She should run. But with her sons caught between them, escaping Fu Xichen might not be so easy this time…

WARNING: R18+ Alpha Vesper: "Deal?!" Alpha Vesper proposed. "Deal!' Elara accepted relief washed over her face and gratitude in her eyes. "You will be a slave to no other one but me, you will serve and listen to only me, and henceforth you are mine…only!" his voice hushed out darkly upon her face. Even though his words had a heavy impact on her, she smiled and nodded. "Yes… I will be yours..." Alpha Harlan: "You are mine! You are not a slave to anyone... not even to me!" He declared, already up from the bed. His anger surfaced and his impulse was diving heavily like a beast that was just unbridled from its cage. Elara was not concerned by his action, she lashed out, "I would rather be a slave to him than be your mate!" Her words hit him like a heavy weight hitting an ice lake, it cracked and shattered his heart into a million pieces. "You are mine, Elara!" darkly and steadily he affirmed to her, "There is nothing you can do!" Alpha Zephyr: Inched from her face, he burrowed his gray eyes into her hazel eyes, her thoughts became visible to him. His hand caressed her hair down and stopped by her lips. "You might be my brother's Luna and the other one's slave, but to me, you are someone I will devour first." • • • Caught in between hatred, lust, and love! ___________________ A once Princess, sold as a slave, caught between Triplet Alpas who in turn become her haven, heaven, and also her hell! . . . Tormented by her uncle and betrayed by her brother, Elara, the Third-generation Wolf Princess of King Draven, the Alpha King of Romic Moon Pack, whose kingdom was ambushed and destroyed by his brother, Gathrick. Elara, having an inner wolf with two different colored eyes without a shifting ability, was assumed to be cursed. Right from the death of her parents, Elara was enslaved by her brother and uncle, tortured, tormented, and haunted until she was sold out of her Pack to the most powerful Pack. Elara with the mind of vengeance was caught between two out of the rogue triplet Alphas who couldn't accept a slave as their mate but rather claimed her as their throne's pet. Trapped in the domain of her mates, would Elara ever seek revenge and rise through the dust?

In the vast and mystical world of Zephiron, where magic flows through the land and forgotten ruins whisper of lost civilizations, two unlikely companions find themselves ensnared in a fate far beyond their reckoning. Vaelin Crowne, a sharp-minded strategist known for his cool demeanor, believes that logic and preparation can solve any problem. Kael Veydris, a reckless yet magnetic force of nature, thrives on instinct and unshakable optimism. Despite their differences, they share one thing in common—an insatiable curiosity. What was meant to be a simple field trip to explore the legendary Labyrinth of Nox quickly turns into a nightmare when they get lost in the labyrinth maze, leaving them trapped in its depths. With no clear way out, Vaelin’s calculated approach and Kael’s gut-driven decisions become their only hope of escape. But when they stumble upon an ancient door, an eerie darkness spills from within, swallowing all light. As they ignite a torch, the shadows retreat just enough to reveal two statues—one depicting a god, radiant and divine, the other a demon, twisted and wrathful. Before they can speak, a chilling gust snuffs out the flame. Then, chains came. A shackle with a long, rusted chain lashed out from the abyss, snapping around Kael’s wrist and yanking him into the consuming darkness. Vaelin barely had time to react before another chain coiled around him, dragging him forward, his vision swallowed by an endless void. When they awaken, gasping for breath, they are no longer in the labyrinth’s depths but standing at its entrance—marked. Heavy iron shackles, now with broken chains, rest upon their wrists, the only proof that what happened was real. The curse has bound them, though to what end remains unknown. They escaped from the labyrinth … but How did it happen? With time slipping through their fingers and the unseen weight of the curse tightening around them, Vaelin and Kael must unravel the mystery of what happened inside the labyrinth before the curse consumes them.

In the heart of Central Asia, where empires rise and fall like the shifting sands, a warrior emerges who will shape history with his sword, his strategy, and his unwavering faith. Sultan Mahmud of Ghazni—a name that would echo across centuries as both a conqueror and a patron of culture—sets out on a relentless campaign to expand his empire, challenge the mightiest rulers, and carve his place among history’s greatest kings. Mahmud, the eldest son of Sabuktigin, inherits not just his father’s kingdom but also his unyielding ambition. Born into the rugged lands of Ghazni, he learns early that power is not given; it is seized through blood, battle, and sheer will. But with great power comes great enemies—both within his court and beyond the frontiers of his realm. The story of The Iron Falcon is one of war, betrayal, loyalty, and a vision greater than one man’s thirst for conquest. The Rise of a Conqueror From the moment Mahmud ascends the throne, he faces opposition from his own family. His brother, Ismail, backed by courtly conspirators, attempts to claim the crown, igniting a bitter power struggle. But Mahmud is no ordinary ruler—his mind is as sharp as his sword. Through clever alliances and ruthless military tactics, he secures his place as the unchallenged Sultan of the Ghaznavid Empire. Yet, this victory is merely the beginning. Determined to extend his dominion, Mahmud sets his eyes on the rich lands of India, where the Hindu Shahi kings rule with immense wealth and influence. His ambition is not just territorial; he believes he has a divine mission—to spread the glory of his empire, establish Islamic governance, and secure untold treasures to strengthen his rule. The Battles That Shaped an Empire With his most trusted general, Malik Ayaz, at his side, Mahmud launches a series of daring military campaigns. His army, a formidable force of cavalry, archers, and fearless warriors, storms the strongholds of Northern India, clashing with the legendary Raja Jayapala in the Battle of Peshawar (1001 AD). The fierce resistance of the Hindu Shahi kings tests Mahmud’s strength, but his brilliant tactics and relentless pursuit of victory prove overwhelming. Yet, conquest is never simple. As Mahmud advances deeper into the subcontinent, he encounters the resilience of Raja Anandapala, who unites rival kings in a desperate bid to repel the Ghaznavid forces. The ensuing battles are fierce, with betrayals, shifting alliances, and moments of brutal warfare that define the era. Through it all, Mahmud remains steadfast—an iron falcon soaring above the battlefield, always striking with precision and power. Betrayal, Glory, and the Clash of Civilizations While Mahmud’s sword carves empires, his mind thirsts for knowledge. Unlike mere warlords, he is a patron of scholars, poets, and architects. He invites the brilliant Al-Biruni, a polymath whose wisdom transcends borders, to document the vast lands and cultures Mahmud encounters. The Persian poet Firdawsi, author of the Shahnameh, also graces his court, though their relationship takes a dark turn when Mahmud, consumed by his ambitions, fails to appreciate the poet’s genius. But amidst the grandeur of conquest and culture, danger lurks within Mahmud’s own court. His trusted advisors whisper of betrayals, his allies waver, and the political games of viziers and rival warlords threaten to destabilize his empire. Even those closest to him—loyal generals and royal confidants—begin to question the weight of his relentless campaigns. One of the most defining moments of Mahmud’s reign comes with the legendary attack on Somnath (1025 AD). The opulent temple, known for its immense wealth and religious significance, becomes the ultimate prize. To some, Mahmud is a liberator; to others, he is a plunderer. The battle for Somnath becomes not just a military conquest but a clash of civilizations, where faith, power, and destiny collide. The Legacy of the Iron Falcon

The biggest mistake of Alicia's life, was trying to commit suicide. She found herself in the body of a 19 years old princess in exile, in the middle ages. What's more? She was forced to marry Prince Harold; the infamous white-haired hot tempered Prince who wouldn't mind killing someone for the most irrelevant reason. Now, her wedding is only a few hours from now and the 'princess', which happens to be Alicia, is supposed to display some 'princessly' skills to the guest. Quick question: Is twerking allowed in the middle ages? She knew one thing for sure, the wedding was going to be a disaster and the hot tempered prince was going to kill her before she found her way back home. God Help Her! ThatAmazingGirl in collaboration with Miss_Behaviour (The writers of In Love With A Klepto) is bringing you another book. "THE CURSED PRINCE'S STRANGE BRIDE" What would you do if you suddenly found yourself in the body of a princess in the ancient time? What's more, he isn't only a werewolf, he is also cursed by the moon goddess. EXCERPT: What should she do? She was confused and had no idea what was going on. Weddings in the middle ages was weird! What the hell is 'Virtues recitation'? Should she pretend to faint? That was the only thought that made sense. So that was what she did. She slowly collapsed on the ground and heard how everyone began to gasp and exclaim.  Alicia wanted them to take her out of there and then she would find a way to escape. But maybe she was unlucky after all, because when she peeped under her lashes, wondering why no one was coming to carry her out, she saw a golden robe, before the person crouched down in front of her. She shut her eyes tightly and stilled her breath. She was an actress, after all. She could pull this off flawlessly.  "That was a bad act, my lady." The deep voice spoke, causing goosebumps to rise on her skin. Scary. "I will only give you three seconds to get up."  His voice wasn't really threatening, but somehow he commanded fear, especially with the slow and careful way he spoke. She had heard he was bad-tempered. What would he do after the three seconds passed? Would he kill her? Then would she die here? How did he even know she was pretending? Were people in the middle ages usually smart? She opened one eye to peek at him and saw him staring right at her with a smirk.  THERE WAS NO WAY THE WEDDING WASN'T HAPPENING. SHE WAS SO DEAD! ******* Werewolf (Check) Cursed prince (Check) Transmigration (Check) Comedy (Check) Romance (Double Check) ADD TO YOUR LIBRARY!

In the shadows of World War II, amidst a time of turmoil and upheaval, Kenta Ishikawa lived a life of privilege. Born into a wealthy family with a powerful political background, Kenta was admired for his refined looks and commanding presence. Yet behind the polished exterior lay a dark past that haunted him—a childhood scarred by loss and loneliness that hardened his heart. When Tsuyoshi Kato, the son of a powerful military general, arrived at Kenta's school, his warm personality and natural charm quickly captured the admiration of classmates and teachers alike. For Kenta, Tsuyoshi was more than a rival; he was a threat. Fueled by jealousy and resentment, Kenta lashed out, bullying Tsuyoshi in an attempt to assert his dominance. But Tsuyoshi’s resilience and quiet strength began to chip away at Kenta’s defenses. What began as rivalry had turned into a tentative friendship. Let's see how long this "friendship" lasts........Who knows what other plans destiny has for them. Hehe

Freya Collymor and Eugene Hayes are worlds apart. She is the girl who has nothing while he is the boy who has everything. She’s got an abusive father. He’s got the best parents ever. She’s full of debt. He’s the heir to the biggest company ever. She’s got lashes all over her back. He’s got the looks of a model. She’s got no friends. He’s got a bunch full of followers and two loyal friends. She cannot call anyone her own to love. He’s got girls all falling on his feet. He knows that he has it all. She knows that he has everything. She knows that she has none at all. He knows that she has nothing. He finds it amusing when he sees her writhe in pain. She finds it traumatizing to go to college just because of him. He loves to bully her. She hates to be bullied. He is the king. She is just a beggar. Both of them seem worlds apart. Yet there is a connection between them. A connection that made Freya’s life worse than college should have been. A connection of past lovers who broke up with their hearts shattered completely into pieces.

In the frozen depths of Queen Eleanor's beleaguered kingdom Eldoria, ice shards glisten like broken dreams amidst the endless winter. Meanwhile, in Vampire Prince Vincent's domain, the ceaseless whirring of machines drowns out all hope. But an ancient prophecy, etched in blood and arcane runes, inexorably binds their fates together. As they each dare to dream of technological marvels that could thaw the endless night, a malevolent force stirs - an insidious enemy poised to devour all they cherish. Bitter rivalry must give way to uneasy alliance as Eleanor and Vincent are forced to unite against the encroaching peril. Betrayals like viper's strikes lash out from the shadows they once called friends. In this crucible of fire and ice, the two leaders must face the demons that lurk in their own shattered souls. Will their bond transcend the boundaries of flesh and steel? Or will mistrust splinter the last vestige of light in their dying realms? Aided by her friend Shane, a genius engineer whose brilliance burns as fierce as his loyalty, Eleanor must summon a fierce ferocity to safeguard her people. Vincent has to face the fact that he may never unite the two kingdoms, though. Will Eleanor ever accept him as her partner?

"What if I'm more broken than you realize? What if I'm too messed up for you?" My voice cracked as I looked up at him with tears brimming my lashes. "What if my world is too crazy for you, Dorado? There's a darkness inside of me and it's swallowing me whole. You haven't seen me at my worst. And I'm scared for you to see me in those moments. I'm scared you'll turn your back on me like everyone else. I'm scared I'll lose you like I do everyone else."

An art thief who stumbled into the world of the supernatural and a blood lust vampire who has a war coming on his way on the horizon. A dysfunctional royal family of vampires embroiled in war with demons, witches and something too sinister. Watch these two worlds collide and see how their lives are turned upside down.

I woke up in a novel. i become the cannon fodder ex-wife of the ML who was hopelessly in love with him. The character was supposed to die but now i am in her body. LOVE! I am gonna get a divorce anyway it was a contractual marriage. MONEY! As a genius hacker money is nothing to me. MEN! Well they flock around me because of my beauty. But what is this? A man keeps pestering me. Finally i lashed out,"Who are you?" He said,"My dear wife have you forgotten about me?"

In the shadowy world of espionage, heroes wear no capes. They live between the lines of the official record, erasing their existence with every mission completed. Major Zayan Malik is one of these men—a ghost in service to Pakistan, known for his mastery in warfare, stealth, and destruction. Where others see obstacles, he sees opportunities. A sniper when patience is needed, a demolition expert when brute force is called for, and a chameleon who changes identities as easily as changing clothes. Zayan’s latest mission pits him against a threat unlike any before. A rogue faction with global ties aims to cripple Pakistan’s military infrastructure, and time is running out. Armed with only his wits, a bag of C4, and a relentless sense of duty, Zayan must stop them—before the enemy buries the country under the rubble of war. The world will never know his name, but his actions will echo through history. He knows one thing: In a war of shadows, only the unseen survive.

In the heart of Rawalpindi, a shocking tragedy unfolds, shattering the lives of Aliza, a brilliant Satellite Navigator, and her family. When Aliza is found brutally murdered, her sister Aaliya, her fiancé Hamza, and their close friend Fahad are plunged into a vortex of grief, mystery, and betrayal. The tragedy becomes a catalyst for unearthing secrets, leading to a high-stakes investigation that tests the limits of loyalty, love, and justice. Aliza’s sudden death sends ripples of grief through her loved ones. Aaliya, a determined and empathetic young woman, is devastated but refuses to be paralyzed by sorrow. Together with Hamza, a devoted partner and supportive father to their young daughter Fatima, and Fahad, their steadfast friend, Aaliya decides to pursue the truth about what happened to her sister. As the police dive deeper into the investigation, unexpected revelations come to light. Suspicion falls on Faizan, a man with a history of betrayal, whose dark secrets intertwine with Aliza’s professional and personal life. It soon emerges that Aliza’s murder might not only be a personal vendetta but also a matter of national security. In a shocking twist, the investigation uncovers Faizan’s betrayal of the nation, his involvement with dangerous networks, and the covert selling of crucial information from the satellite launching program. Amid the chaos, Aliza’s daughter, young Fatima, becomes a crucial witness. Her innocent drawings provide unexpected clues that spark a new line of investigation, helping the police piece together what really happened the night of Aliza’s murder. However, the plot thickens when it’s revealed that Faizan wasn’t working alone—Komal, a woman hired as a house servant under false pretenses, has also disappeared, leaving behind only a fake ID and a trail of deceit. As the story unfolds, it’s not just about uncovering Aliza’s killer but understanding the web of lies that led to her death. The narrative follows Aaliya’s journey as she battles her own grief while supporting Hamza and Fatima, finding herself thrust into a role that demands resilience and courage. Meanwhile, Hamza struggles to hold the family together, haunted by his love for Aliza and determined to seek justice for her untimely death. Fahad’s unwavering support of Aaliya deepens as they navigate the turbulence together, facing challenges and discovering a shared strength that goes beyond friendship. In the backdrop, Komal’s fate takes a dark turn, as her sins catch up to her in the form of unexpected punishment, hinting that destiny doesn’t overlook betrayal. The climactic courtroom battle becomes a fight not just for justice but for closure, as Faizan's elaborate defense crumbles under the weight of fabricated medical records and falsehoods. With Faizan finally brought to justice, sentenced for his crimes, the story shifts to a brighter note, focusing on healing and hope. The novel concludes with a sense of new beginnings. Hamza and Fatima start a fresh chapter of their lives, learning to live with the scars of the past while embracing a future of resilience. Aaliya and Fahad’s wedding marks a celebration of love, symbolizing the triumph of light over darkness, hope over despair, and the indomitable spirit of family. Mysterious Murder is a tale of grief, perseverance, and the pursuit of justice. It highlights the strength found in unity and love amidst the most trying circumstances. It’s a reminder that even in the face of unimaginable loss, there is always a chance for healing and the promise of new beginnings.

In the depths of despair, Arche, a prince who had lost everything, stood amidst the ruins of the castle that was once his home. Torrential rain soaked his frail body, and for the first time in his life, Arche had decided to give up. He no longer believed in hope, nor in the goddess Oriana, whom he had once worshipped daily. Everything seemed futile—his kingdom destroyed, his family gone, and he had failed to find any trace of his siblings. "Where are they?" he whispered to the dark sky, his tears mixing with the rain. "Where was Goddess Oriana when we were slaughtered? Am I always alone?" Massive wolves emerged from the rubble, their eyes glowing red, ready to strike. But then, the world stopped. Time froze. The pounding rain hung still in the air, and the wolves halted mid-leap. In the eerie silence, the statue of Goddess Oriana, still standing tall, emitted a mysterious aura, and a soft voice—full of regret—echoed directly into Arche's mind. "Forgive me, Archemidas. I am sorry for everything that has happened…" Stunned and filled with anger, Arche lashed out bitterly. "Where were you when everything fell apart?! You stood by while my family died! When my father and mother were murdered, when my siblings vanished?!" "I could not stop that fate," the voice replied, laden with sorrow. "I could only watch from afar, bound by the limits of this world. But I am here now because you are on the verge of giving up. And I cannot let you go." Arche wept harder. He had spent his life searching for his family, but all he had found was destruction and disappointment. "I'm tired... I can't search any longer. I don’t even know if they’re alive..." "They are alive, Archemidas. You must hold on, because they need you, just as you need them." For the first time in what felt like ages, a faint glimmer of hope ignited in Arche's heart. Despite the overwhelming pain and doubt, he realized that giving up was not the answer. There was still so much left to discover. And though his faith in his goddess had been shattered, one truth remained—his family was still out there. With tears in his eyes and a trembling heart, Arche finally accepted that reality. "Alright... I will keep going. For them. For myself." Under the frozen sky, Arche rediscovered his purpose—to survive, to fight, and to find the ones he loved most.

“Anna is mine” Theo barked, “get out of her life for good”. He was staring directly at my boobs, what a man! And did he say Anna is mine? If only he knows how much of his dirty secret I have found out already? I can’t believe I dated a monster. “I don’t belong to you, you are crazy” I yelled. The anger Welled up in my throat forcing me to tighten my grip around Hassan’s wrist. “She’s not even capable of loving anyone else asides me” Theo continued lashing at Hassan totally ignoring me. “Well she loves me” Hassan smirked in his usual composed manner. “Get out of my house Theo , right now!” I said pointing towards the door. “You heard her right, now leave , don’t force me to throw you out” Hassan whispered in a mocking tone. After several years of breaking up, Anna’s crazy ex refused to move on placing himself in her life like he was meant to be there forever . Shortly after Anna fell in love with a successful business man that treated her like a princess , Theo showed up in her life again causing a lot of damages to her love affair. Theo didn’t stop as he resulted to stalking and harassing Anna. Betty Traynor , Theo’s lover joined forces with Anna after Theo dumped her and exposed their sex tapes online. She did everything she could go gain Anna and Hassan’s trust but it took them a while to trust her. After finding out about her ex’s darkest and dirtiest secret , Anna vowed to do everything within her power to bring Theo down because she could not just let him get away with it. But at what expense? Will she be able to stand the pressure that was being put on her life and relationship with Hassan or will she eventually let go of getting justice for herself and for Betty ? Find out in this jaw dropping and eye opening romance story.