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"Get off me!" Tessa gasped, struggling beneath Vernon's broad frame. His dark eyes gleamed with something unreadable—a hunger, a craving. When he didn’t move, panic surged through her, and she screamed. His hand shot out, wrapping around her throat, his grip unyielding. A breathless gasp tore from her lips. "You can't run from me, Peach." His voice was silk and steel, lethal in its promise. "I own you." — Tessa had lost everything—her home, her wealth, her love. The man she once adored, Tamlin, had not only betrayed her but stripped her of everything she owned, tossing her aside like she meant nothing. Heartbroken. Weak. Shattered. And then, things got worse. Tamlin didn’t just ruin her—he sold her. As collateral. Now, she belonged to the devil himself—Vernon Carter. Cold. Dominant. Cruel. A man who didn’t know the meaning of mercy. But if Vernon thought she would break, he was wrong. Tessa wanted vengeance. She wanted Tamlin to suffer. And to do that, she needed power. Wealth. Someone more ruthless than Tamlin ever was. Vernon was the perfect pawn. She made up her mind. She would seduce him. Make him crave her. Make him hers. But what happens when the hunter becomes the hunted? When Vernon discovers her true intentions—and the game of love and revenge spirals into something far more dangerous?

The whisper in the dark, the veins beneath the leather, the pulse of something not quite human—yes, I saw the way your eyes lingered on the Book. You felt it too, didn’t you? Let me offer you a word of advice. This is not a tale of heroes. Nor of redemption. This is the story of a whisper—a lie so convincing it becomes truth, a truth so heavy it breaks the mind. Our protagonist—if you dare call him that—is Silas Mortis, wearing the name of a future catastrophe. No prophecy sings of him. No light shines his path. He walks not toward glory, but toward ruin wrapped in silk and secrets. He did not transmigrate with cheat systems or golden fingers. No heavenly blessings. No plot armor. Only a Book that whispers… and a fate far crueler than any god could author. But perhaps, that is his true power. To lie. To twist. To whisper. Not with swords or spells… but with words that echo into the soul, with truths that devour sanity, and half-truths that turn kings into monsters. Silas is not a savior. He is the rumor you dismiss until it becomes reality. He is the footnote in another’s story… who quietly rewrites the entire book. And the book? Ah yes… the Book that should not exist. It is not his servant. It is not his master. The author of despair. You thought this was just a scream in the night? No, dear reader. This was the book of unraveling. Welcome to the Whisperer’s Tale. And remember— Not everything whispered into your ear… is meant to be heard.

I never asked to be a part of werewolf society - or this world. Every day that passes, the mating bond between my protector and I threatens to occur, once and for all. To consume me entirely... and lock my path with this world on the brink, even when I still think of home. ⧖ ⧖ ⧖ One minute I was Citra Lomdi - a Princess to a kingdom of silk and secrets in a whole other place. There, I was a *magnificent* Fox shifter... maneuvering in the gilded cage that was my life. The next thing I knew... I was trapped in the body of a she-werewolf being rejected by her mate. A man that wanted the original owner, Helene Duskpaw, to accept the rejection of the mate bond so badly that he'd be easily convinced to kill me. He did *almost* seem to be trying! But my problems didn't end there. An 'Apocalypse System' has chosen me and a countdown timer reminds me whenever I look that fate can be measured. That there might be a point to my arrival here. A fierce & brilliant CEO of a supernatural society tech empire has their sights on me, too. The Alpha of the Rimecoat Pack that is quite annoyingly... as sexy as she is powerful. This Kyrie Voss also seems to believe she is my fated mate. Silly wolf superstitions. Whether that is true or not, isn't really important! I'm caught in between a cold-snap future and a hot-love pursuit... but I am Citra Lomdi and I will not be tamed. Not by the wolf within me I share this body with, the rogues that see me unmarked, or the Alpha that can set my blood on fire with her amazing restraint. The only problem is: Helene was pregnant before she died. So now, I am too.

The youngest and most feared admiral in world history—Ravien Duskbane. Renowned for his brilliance as much as his ruthlessness. To him, nothing matters except power, control, and victory. But one night, he falls asleep and never wakes up. At least, not in his own world. --- When I opened my eyes, I was in an unfamiliar room. The first thing I felt was discomfort. Luxurious silk sheets. Gold-embroidered mirrors. Heavy velvet curtains. But that wasn’t what truly unsettled me. There was a large mirror in the corner of the room. And the person staring back at me… wasn’t me. Long, blood-red hair. Eyes of the same hue. This wasn’t my body. At first, I thought it was a dream. There could be no other explanation. But then—pain. A sharp, stabbing agony piercing through my skull. And with it, memories that did not belong to me flooded my mind. The Pendragon family. Noble blood. Yet a child seen as nothing but a stain. Nameless. A half-blood. A forgotten existence. Discarded at birth. Banished to a distant land. Erased from history. By the time the pain subsided, I understood the truth. This was the world of a novel I used to read whenever I was bored. The Dark Lands. And me? I was a mere extra. A nameless shadow never even mentioned in the story. At first, I was calm. But soon, the very existence of this body made me sick. Not from anger. Not from weakness. But from the sheer revulsion of being trapped in a body that wasn’t mine. I reject this. This body does not belong to me. And I will never accept anything that isn’t mine. So I chose to die. Without hesitation, I moved. I drove my hand straight into my heart. But I didn’t die. My breath caught. I tried again. And again. Over and over. But every single time, my wounds healed. It didn’t take long to understand why. In this world, every person is born with a unique, unchanging Fate Ability. And this body's ability? "Flesh, Blood, and Bone." It regenerates endlessly. No matter how much I cut, slash, or tear myself apart—death is impossible. But there must be a way. Someone in this world must be able to kill me. And then, a name came to mind. The protagonist. Perhaps he could end me. Wait. No. I refuse to die like that. To perish at someone else's hands without a fight, without struggle… That is beneath me. I am not someone who sits around waiting for salvation. If I truly wish to die, then first, I must rise to the top. Dying without battling the strongest beings in this world would be a disgrace. So, I will start with power. First, this kingdom. Then the continent. Then the entire world. I will rule, conquer, and seize everything. If I can truly reach the peak—then the strongest will come for me. And only then will I find someone worthy enough to kill me. Could there be a more honorable death than that?

I had finally done it—achieved the ultimate Paladin build. Maxed stats, impenetrable armor, and so many resistances that death itself had given up on me. I was an unkillable tank, an indomitable force. Nothing could stop me. And then my PC exploded. I died. Irony, thou art a cruel mistress. But instead of the afterlife, I woke up as my Paladin character… in the wrong freaking genre. Instead of castles and dungeons, there were people flying around on swords, shooting qi beams like fantasy laser guns. “This is definitely the wrong genre,” I muttered, watching a pompous young master sneer at me. “Kowtow, kiss my foot, and beg for forgiveness!” he declared. I looked at my imaginary maxed-out health bar, then at his flimsy silk robes. Oh, this was going to be fun. __________________________________________________ Hey everyone! I'm looking to expand my reader base by posting here on WN. My penname is Alfir (or Alfir2 on RR). Unfortunately, I lost access to my main account, so this is my new one. If you’ve read my works before, I’d really appreciate your support again! If you enjoy my stories and want to read more, you can also check out my Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/c/Alfir Thanks for your time, and I hope you enjoy my works! Let’s keep the stories going!

Isabella was supposed to be sipping champagne at a luxury spa, not waking up in the middle of a forest. Worse, a SYSTEM had attached itself to her like some clingy ex, spouting nonsense about survival, quests, and—oh, hell no—manual labor. "System, I was NOT built for the wilderness! My ideal ‘roughing it’ experience involves a five-star hotel with bad WiFi!" Now, instead of lounging in silk robes, she’s being ordered to farm? To hunt? "A farming quest? You want me—a city girl—to grow food? System, I once killed a cactus by overwatering it. This is NOT my calling!" And don’t even get her started on the hygiene situation. "You want me to bathe in a cold river? Darling, I require warm water, scented oils, and an ambience! What do I look like—some barbarian?!" Unfortunately, the locals—big, muscular beastmen—don’t seem to understand the concept of self-care. The women? Neglecting their skin like it’s a crime to be radiant. The men? Walking hygiene disasters. "Ladies, if your man can smell you before he sees you, we have a problem." "You see this? This is lotion. It exists so you don’t look like a dried-up leaf. Use it." "A beard should be majestic, not tragic. Let me fix it." And the beastmen? They don’t just stare at her like she’s an oddity. No, they hover. They smirk. They lean in too close, fangs flashing with amusement. "Why do you keep looking at me like that?" she huffed, crossing her arms. The panther grinned, his tail flicking. "Because you’re fascinating when you’re annoyed." No, absolutely not. She was not here for this nonsense. "If you have time to stare, you have time to moisturize." She didn’t ask to be here. She didn’t ask to be their savior. But if she has to suffer through this world, she’s making everyone around her suffer less—through skincare, style, and some serious attitude. "If I hear one more ‘We don’t season our food here,’ I’m launching a war." "If you have time to gossip, you have time to do squats." "You want to impress a woman? Start with not smelling like the battlefield." Survival isn’t just about fighting monsters; it’s about looking good while doing it. So what if the System keeps throwing impossible quests her way? "What do you mean ‘you can’t skip quests’?! Since when?! Where is the skip button?! I demand a skip button!" But somewhere between dodging ridiculous quests and fixing these people’s tragic grooming habits, Isabella found herself in situations. Uncomfortable, heart-racing situations. Like being trapped against a tree by the red python, his red eyes half-lidded as he murmured, "You talk too much, little star. Should I silence you?" Like waking up with the lion lord’s fur-lined cloak draped over her shoulders, his deep voice gruff, "You shiver in your sleep. I’ll fix that." Like the phoenix watching her every move, his burning gaze searing into her skin as he mused, "You cause chaos wherever you go, but I find that I don’t mind." Oh, hell. No. She was not about to fall for four beastmen. She was too pretty for this much stress. "If you insult me again, I’ll make sure your soul needs a beauty upgrade." "I refuse to be disrespected by anyone who dresses like an unwashed tree branch." And yet, when a rival tribe came to challenge her, when danger lurked too close, those same beastmen stood beside her—smirking, taunting, fighting for her. "A beastman growled at me today. I growled back. He ran. I am the alpha now." Isabella isn’t just surviving. She’s thriving. And this world better keep up.

Liora was a pampered royal princess, with loving parents at the forefront and eleven royal brothers at her back. Always adorned with the finest silk and served with exquisite dishes while lounging in her palace. Her biggest concerns? Which dress to wear for a banquet and how many more hours she could nap before her royal duties caught up to her. But fate (or some seriously bad karma) had other plans. One moment, she was sipping fine wine and but the next moment-boom!—she wakes up in a world where people are eating each other, the sky is covered with ominous veils that look like it wants to swallow the world, and worse, her royal status means absolutely nothing. What she can tell more about her poor condition is that she has no servants, no food, and no idea how to fight off the disgusting zombies, who are trying to take a bite out of her. Just when she’s ready to scream at the heavens for an explanation, a cold mechanical voice rings in her head: [Welcome, Host. You have activated the Overlord System.] Overlord? That sounds powerful, right? Wrong. Turns out, she starts at the bottom of the food chain with no powers, no weapons, and zombies that see her as their next snack. While others awaken abilities like fire manipulation or super strength, she gets... a system that gives missions with questionable rewards and always tries to drown her in a huge debt. Fight a Level 2 Zombie with her bare hands? Sure, why not? Survive hordes of zombies while the system nags her? Classic. But as she battles to level up and gathers allies (some willing, some just too scared to say no). She realizes—maybe she isn’t as weak as she thought. Because when the world falls into chaos, only the strongest can rule. And if the system insists on calling her an Overlord, well… she might as well live up to the name. Power, danger, and a system that may or may not be trying to get her killed—welcome to the apocalypse.

He’s a killer without a leash. She’s a girl with a price on her blood. Toki didn’t ask for redemption, he just wanted enough coin to stay drunk and out of trouble. But when a sharp-tongued noble girl hires him as her bodyguard, trouble comes dressed in silks and secrets. Kiyomi isn’t just some runaway with a stick up her sleeve, she’s the hidden daughter of the Emperor, and every bastard from here to the Capital wants a piece of her. Some for gold. Some for power. Some for darker things best left buried. Now they're stuck together on a journey soaked in blood, through crumbling villages, cursed ruins, and the ghosts of a forgotten world. But the greatest threat doesn’t come from demons or assassins. It comes from within. Because the monster in Toki’s chest is waking up again. And Kiyomi might be the only thing standing between him and the edge.

The Silverston Empire teeters on the edge of ruin. A foolish emperor and his reckless sons cling to power, while the nobility, consumed by greed and ambition, bleed the empire dry. The people live in crushing poverty, women are silenced by systemic oppression, and magic—once a source of wonder—has been branded as sin. The ancient dragons, symbols of balance and strength, are no more, leaving the land vulnerable and fractured. All hope rests on the Alcons, a forgotten bastion of power. Its guardians? Six princesses, dismissed as spoiled and unfit for anything beyond luxury. But beneath the silks and jewels lie secrets and strengths even they do not fully understand. In a world spiraling into darkness, can these unlikely heroines rise to reclaim their empire and restore the balance?

Shwetansh wakes up in a dark, unforgiving dungeon—a labyrinthine world filled with monstrous creatures, undead flora, and ancient secrets. In a body not entirely his own and stripped of his former life, he quickly learns that survival here depends not just on brute strength, but on wits, adaptability, and a mysterious system that grants him skills and attributes as if he were in a twisted game. From his first moments of terror in claustrophobic caverns to the expansive, living forest where the very trees attack, Shwetansh endures battles that push his limits. He masters an array of skills—from stealth and rapid dashes to advanced movement techniques—each acquired at a steep cost and accompanied by brutal backlash. As he navigates the dungeon’s shifting layers, he discovers that its inhabitants aren’t mindless monsters; instead, they form a complex, interconnected ecosystem that hints at a deeper, darker power at work. Every victory, every near-death encounter, gradually transforms him. He evolves from a desperate survivor into a calculating predator, learning to exploit the environment and even command lesser creatures through mysterious titles like "Predator" and "Silk Guardian." Yet, even as his abilities grow, so does the dungeon’s mystery. The system’s cryptic notifications and his ever-changing stats reveal a new world of power—and a burden of responsibility—he never imagined. With each step, Shwetansh unravels more about the dungeon’s true nature: a living, sentient labyrinth that regenerates its monstrous flora and conceals a core of unimaginable influence. His journey is one of relentless combat, heart-pounding escapes, and moments of introspection where he questions his humanity, the cost of power, and the destiny that awaits him in this underground hell. Trapped in a world where every wound is healed only to be inflicted anew, and where even the very forest turns against him, Shwetansh must decide whether to cling to his past self or embrace his new role as an apex predator—a decision that may determine not only his fate but the future of the labyrinth itself. What to Expect - Intelligent/Mature MC System Aid Magic/Skills Detailed Bloody Battles Weak To Strong Troupe Lesser Plot Armour Solo Survival (Side characters unimportant to combat only) Diversity in Monsters and Antagonists A overall super hard situation to be dropped in where Death awaits at every step and the MC must Level Up to Live.

Eclipsed by fate Who remembers the ruin of a god? Who dares to chase what was never meant to be found? Noor—an enigma draped in silk, a storm without thunder, a shadow that bends the world yet leaves no trace of its touch. She is whispered of in corridors where power is traded like currency, yet no man holds her name, no past binds her, no hand dares to reach. She walks unclaimed, unseen, forgotten by design. But some things refuse to be buried. Some ghosts never rest. Sanlang, a man cast in golden light, sculpted into perfection, a deity in the eyes of the world—and yet hollow. Beneath the applause, beneath the worship, something stirs. It begins as whispers in the dark, fragments of a life he does not remember, a truth that gnaws at the edges of his mind. A gavel’s fall. A price too steep. Shackles too fine for a king. And in the abyss of his lost memories, she stands. Watching. Waiting. Who is she? A dream? A curse? Or the key to a something that should have remained untouched? He chases her like a man chasing the sun, believing himself the hunter. He is wrong. She does not run. She does not fear. She does not need to hide, for she knows—should he tread too far, should he step beyond the veil—he will find not salvation, not love, but the remnants of a god unmade. He who was never meant to remember. But now that he does, the only question that remains is this: Will Noor let him live with the truth? Or will she erase him as she did herself?

Sequel to Guide to raise my cutie husbands. Mo Qiang, an architect was chosen by the fairy of nature who brought her to the world of interstellar where she was punished to revive the nature that she has destroyed with her own hands while creating architecture that she thought was paving way for the future. Now, stuck with a nature-reviving system in a world full of poisonous gases and intergalactic stuff where she has to start from the very beginning and plant more forest and crops while creating a liveable world for the humans, Mo Qiang was suffering. But it sounds easy right? No! In her path she has three villainous husbands, all three of them want to kill her such that they will be able to marry her capable sister after kicking her away who was trashy and good for nothing. Mo Qiang has nothing against them, in fact, she is more than willing to divorce them after securing her life and raising her favourability in their hearts such that they will not kill her but —— Why are they coming for her now? Hello, you all wanted to marry her sister right? Excerpt: “ Here you go,” said Mo Qiang as she pushed the divorce agreement looking at her first husband who was gentle but poisonous like a snake. “ I have already signed the document of our divorce, you can take a look —-wait, why are you taking your clothes off?” The mer looked at her and smiled gently as he took off his glasses and said, “ Looks like my wife is not happy with me not giving birth to our child, don’t worry I will work hard tonight.” Mo Qiang: “…..” I do not want you to work hard! Take second! “ Take this and sign it,” said Mo Qiang, this time more fiercely as she looked at her second husband who was reading a script for his film. “ I am sure you want to divorce me right? I have already signed —-woah! What are you putting me on the bed for?” She asked while looking at the gorgeous face. Her second husband stared down at her and with a blank expression and voice as cold as water said, “ I have to practice a love-making scene, help me, dear wife.” Mo Qiang: “……” This movie that you are shooting is based on the Zerg apocalypse, don’t lie to me! With whom are you going to make love with? A Zerg? Take third! “ Huff, huff..this is the divorce agreement, sign it... I know that your company does not allow idols to date so here sign it,” she said to her third husband who was practising his dance moves. The mer who was dressed in a loose silk shirt and sweat dripping down his body took a look at the document that she was handing him and then hugged Mo Qiang. A second later she heard his sniffling voice while he peppered kisses on her neck, “ Wife you do not want me? Is that the new idol who attracted your attention, I knew it! I will take care of him!” “Put down that knife will you!” And why is the third prince of the imperial family who hated her to the bones coming after her with flowers? She already has her hands full! ….

Story Outline Volume 1: The Queen Morgana sticks to her fun schedule, doing eight things on December 25th, which were blessing soldiers with superpowers, meeting the President Harper, hiring human scientist Dr. David, having luncheon with General Daniel, training royal guard, testing magic potions, hosting a banquet for General Daniel and reviewing empire's daily report. In the following days, the Queen Morgana sticks to her fun schedule, doing different type of fun activities, which include Red Wine Brew Contest, Music Contest, Dance Contest, Thriller Storytelling Contest and so on. Volume 2: The Queen Morgana sticks to her fun schedule, hosting Talent Show Contest on New Year Festival, to meet eight generals, to watch four splendid views and four splendid magic combats, and to fill her day with pleasant memory of delight. In the following days, the Queen Morgana sticks to her fun schedule, hosting different type of interesting contests, to meet many faces, to explore many places, and to learn many experiences. The contests include Costume Design Contest, Cooking Contest, Dragon Riding Contest, Horror Storytelling Contest, Romance Storytelling Contest, and Fantasy Storytelling Contest. Volume 3: The Queen Morgana is gonna host Resurrection Ceremony at Heaven Company in Devil Empire Capital, to meet five chosen souls, to guide them reborn in another world that she created, and to observe their short but splendid lives. In the following days, the Queen Morgana sticks to her fun schedule, hosting Resurrection Ceremony at Heaven Company, to meet many lost souls, to guide them reborn in another world that she created, and to observe their short but splendid lives. Main Character's Image Morgana who was the Goddess of Darkness and the Angel of Light, known as the most beautiful and the most gorgeous Goddess in the universe, she dressed in white silk long gown with intricate pattern and gold lace, with white angel's wings, holy light and the queen's crown. Here's the link to my discord server: https://discord.gg/BcptxXPW

Veils of Enchanted Heart By Esther Olajide In a kingdom where love is merely a transaction and passion is considered weakness, Prince Kael is bound by duty, not desire. Cold, ruthless, and untouchable, he believes marriage is nothing more than a political tool—until she enters his life. Seraphina, a mysterious woman with secrets hidden beneath silk veils, is thrust into his world by fate. Her presence ignites something dangerous in him—an unfamiliar hunger, a longing he refuses to acknowledge. But as their paths intertwine, desire becomes a slow-burning fire neither can escape. Yet, beneath the whispered promises and stolen touches, a deeper truth lurks—one that could either shatter them or bind them forever. Will Kael break free from the chains of his beliefs, or will love remain nothing more than an illusion behind the veils? A tale of passion, power, and forbidden longing—where hearts burn, veils fall, and destiny takes control.

Uploading this book on Royal Road too! [28.03.2025] Killian, was cursed by The Gods of his world. Born on the night when the Blue Bloods, a group of families with superpowers forced his family and others to live in the slums, his birth was nothing short of unfortunate. Unlike others of his kind, he was destined to work as a garbage picker, while the Blue Bloods created a rift in power throughout the kingdom. When a lost jewel falls into Killian's possession, the fates churn themselves to make him the most powerful of them all. The catch? Killian must unravel the secret of the lost jewel. Sadly, The Gods have other plans. In an endless tryst, where the weakest rises up to the challenge, the Scums must fight the Blue Bloods to take back what's theirs. *** Some say the world we live in wasn't always wretched. The Gods we no longer pray to love us once. And our shoulders that carry large sacs of garbage were once donning the finest of silk. Then, one fateful night everything changed. The sky turned red, and the Gods called out. And then, THEY emerged from the darkness. The Blue Bloods. The Blue Bloods weren't like ordinary humans. They had what no human could possess. The Blue Bloods were blessed with the powers of Gods. Their bloodlines were coveted and destined to flourish. And ours? "And henceforth, the crown shall always rest on a Blue Blood's head. The time has come for the Scums to return. Abandon thy riches, and homes. Give it all up for those who deserve it," Gods said. A battle ensued between the Blue Bloods and the Scum. The consequences? My mother died, while giving birth to me. The Gods fury hit her too hard, as she stood her ground. And I... I was destined to rot here, between the garbage.

A Sky God’s Spiritual Foundation. It was the greatest natural treasure in all of existence, but the sacrifices one must make to gain the approval of such an entity was unimaginable. Ryu is a genius amongst geniuses. He was born with the four Grand Ancestral Bloodlines. The Lightning Qilin. The Fire Dragon. The Ice Phoenix. The Fire Phoenix… He was blessed with an Ancestral Grade Bone Structure and Ancestral Grade Meridians. The Ice Jade Crystal Bones. The Chaotic Silk Meridians… He was bestowed the First Ranked Heavenly Pupils. The Mysteries of Heaven and Earth Pupils… However, none of it mattered. Born with a False Spiritual Foundation, it seemed that all of his talent would go to waste. Unless… Unless he was willing to grasp his Fate in his own hands. ==== **This novel once went by another name 'Rise. Rising. Risen.' So, the wiki is still under this name https://rise-rising-risen.fandom.com/wiki/Ryu_Tatsuya

The New World, The Frontier, Manifest Destiny, Whatever you call it I will tell you one thing, it’s none of that. This land an untouched and uncharted territory of the world that would better be called a cursed land, Demon Territory, a Monster Paradise, and to me? A Death Trap. Why am I here? it’s very simple. Debt Not my Debt mind you, no no it was all from my worthless parents who decided to sell me off to debt collectors to stave off their debts they had made ever since I left home. And it only worked out because I was born with a rare skill of making me a natural born Monster Breeder and Tamer. Monster Products make plenty of money in this world, Holstarus Milk, Griffin Feathers, Dragon Scales, Arachne Silk, Harpy Eggs, Goblin Ale, Ork Testicles, just to name a few. And Monster Breeders can make loads of money and that’s what I’m forced into doing but not back in the Old World but here in this new world as new species and possibly extinct species of monsters can be located in this New World. So I’m forced to make a profit for them to pay off my debt or else I’ll have to pay the consequences by going through the pain and suffering of Torture since getting a new Monster Breeder would be to hard to find again. But by hook or by Crook I am going to get my freedom and get the hell out of this Death Trap I find myself in! Male, Female, Futanari, Tomboy, Femboy, various types and genders will be in this story though it’s mostly just Men and Women as all the other types are considered Rare in this story.

A married woman seeks excitement outside her marriage and challenges her date to wear something interesting, leading to a night of unexpected intimacy and trust. The date is filled with tension and flirtation as they navigate the boundaries of their new dynamic, leading to a night of exploration and trust. The date turns into a night of erotic exploration as they both push their boundaries and test the limits of their trust in each other, with the silk scarf serving as a symbol of their shared secret.

Han Jin, a modern playboy, dies in a reckless spree only to awaken in the Tianhua Empire as the third son of Chancellor Han Zheng, a titan of power. But this isn’t just a second chance—bound to his soul is the enigmatic Dominance System, a mysterious force that thrives on awe, fear, and envy, granting him strength and secrets for every heart he sways. Armed with his father’s might and a system’s edge, Han Jin carouses through the capital—until the Emperor decrees a marriage to Mu Qing, a warlord whose beauty masks the blood of 380,000 fallen foes. Thrust into a web of scheming princes, vengeful rivals, and his own cunning kin, Han Jin must wield his system to turn foes into pawns and allies into legends. Mu Qing, though, is no prize to be tamed—her battlefield genius threatens the throne, and their union is a chain to bind her fury. As their fiery clash ignites, Han Jin’s dominance grows, but so do the stakes: a war brews that could crown him emperor—or shatter his soul. In a realm of silk, steel, and system-fueled ambition, one question burns: can a rogue master a warlord who carves empires?

The Legend of the Seven Fates… There once was an ancient library filled with all the knowledge in the world. The keepers of that library were the fates.       The fates were named Regalia, Clara, Melodie, Amara, Mia, Desirae, and Gailia. The fates were tasked with knitting scarves for the destiny of all mortals with plain material like wool, cotton, and yarn. One day the fates get an anonymous gift and the youngest fate, Gailia opens it.       Since Gailia is a fabled fate, fearless and immortal, she pulls on the string of the glowing box without caring to read the letter that was sent along with it. Gailia sees a glittering purple silk laying in the box and quickly stops knitting her boring destinies to make her new masterpiece.       As Gailia knits her new scarf Desirae, the sixth fate, takes note and decides she wants a masterpiece too. So Desirae stops knitting her plain cotton destiny and chooses a sparkling sapphire silk instead.      Mia, the fifth fate, walks by while knitting her almost finished yarn scarf and is drawn to a fiery looking carnelian. Mia sits down next to her two sisters and starts to finish this nearly finished scarf with the new and energetic carnelian.      But the fourth fate, Amara, is tired of not getting enough attention as the middle most fate. So Amara plans to knit her next mortal destiny as well as she can manage with a strong deep black diamond silk.       Melodie, the third fate, gasps at her sister’s neglect in knitting mortal destinies and grabs a deep emerald silk to show her older sisters. But the power in the silk overwhelms her and she instead collapses on the ground. Not knowing what else to do she skillfully knits a complex and delicate pattern into her newly acquired powerful jade silk.      Clara, the sixth fate, walks by and notices her sisters knitting something beautiful with a strange new material. Clara knows she’s never seen anything like these materials so she shouts for her eldest sister. Regalia, the oldest, knows what has happened and instantly goes over towards her younger siblings.       Regalia hopes that she can make it in time to stop Clara from falling into this trap as well. But as Regalia bursts into the library her skin turns pale. All of her younger siblings are knitting part of their lives into mortal destinies.  Even Clara is standing a few feet in front of Regalia knitting a destiny out of shining gold and silver. Regalia nods because her sisters have already chosen their paths.      Regalia wakes her sisters and picks up a dull and colorless grey silk that pulses with raw potential. The sisters know their mistake and follow Regalia as they knit a prophecy over top of the silks.       The seven fates knit a faith-filled prophecy out of the stable earthly silk and connect this to a place they call The Tower of Destiny. They write down that one day the chosen will unseal the library of knowledge at the top of The Tower.      They can only hope that whoever does this will be kind enough to revive them so that they can continue knitting mortals in order to save the world. Though as the sisters take their last breath before slumber that can’t help but have faith.

Elias Voss is a 21st-century economics student trapped in the body of Lorenzo di Civita , a debt-ridden spice trader in the oligarchic republic of Valenzo . In a world where merchant guilds control every aspect of trade—from silk roads to alchemical patents—Lorenzo’s only inheritance is a ramshackle stall and a death threat from the powerful Casa di Ferro guild. But Lorenzo has a weapon his enemies can’t fathom: modern economics . Using concepts like supply-chain optimization, futures markets, and decentralized networks, he begins smuggling contraband spices through pirate-infested waters, undercutting guild monopolies. As he recruits a ragtag alliance of sailors, alchemists, and disgraced nobles, Lorenzo’s shadow economy ignites a rebellion. Yet the guilds strike back. Assassins stalk his crew. A rival trader, Seraphina Contarini (heiress to a shipping dynasty), toys with him in a deadly game of romance and sabotage. Worse, Lorenzo’s innovations catch the eye of Duke Aurelio , the ailing republican leader, who sees in him a pawn to destabilize foreign rivals. When Lorenzo’s closest ally is publicly executed for heresy, he faces a choice: retreat to his newfound wealth or gamble everything to dismantle the guilds’ stranglehold. But as his revolution gains momentum, he realizes the greatest threat isn’t the oligarchs—it’s the vacuum of power he’ll leave behind.

"You, boy, shall take on my power and hide it," the beautiful woman declared, her white hair flowing like a cascade of silk in the wind. It was almost the same shade as the snow crunching beneath my boots—yet hers shimmered with a majesty that made it seem otherworldly. It wasn’t until I found myself flat on my back, sprawled in the snow, that I truly understood the weight of her words. I stared up at the woman, her piercing blue eyes now blazing with an eerie, glowing red. Fangs glinted as they protruded from her lips. Her cold, pale hand gripped my neck, pinning me down, while her other hand pressed firmly against my shoulder. I could feel the weight of her power, suffocating and undeniable. — Sebastian Gray is a vampire. Yeah, that pretty much sums up his life. A vampire pretending to be human—it’s easier that way. After all, who would believe him if he told the truth? Things were fine, mundane even, until Silas Gael showed up. The new transfer student claimed to be a “High-Class Mage from Scotland,” loudly announcing his purpose to anyone who would listen: to find the pureblood vampire hidden in Portland.

[Fake Aristocrat + Empress Regnant + Identity Concealment + Charisma + Nation-building + Personal Growth] Luo Wei has transmigrated. She finds herself in the body of a lowborn commoner who had impersonated a noble lady to enter school. She's about to be exposed as a commoner, facing contempt and insults from the entire school, and ultimately destined to be hanged at the marketplace gallows. Luo Wei: What's there to fear? It's just pretending to be nobility. As someone from the 21st century, she can act more noble than the nobles themselves! When a noble lady tries to test her with expensive spices, Luo Wei takes one look: Aren't these just common seasonings found everywhere in Western cuisine? As if she's never tasted them before! They say she's a commoner who can't do geometry? Luo Wei smiles slightly: Isn't it just trigonometric functions? She learned that in middle school! What? They say she's poor and has no money? She casually produces an entire bolt of silk fabric to make pajamas, and while she's at it, makes a chest full of silk handkerchiefs, using them once and tossing them away. They say she has no fief and isn't a true noble? Hah! She makes money by day and reclaims land by night. While attending school, she's busy cultivating land. Soon, millions of square kilometers of fertile soil in the New World are all hers. She establishes her own country and ennobles herself! Finally, her identity is exposed by an old acquaintance. The Holy Church wants to put her on trial, presenting evidence that she's not a noble - they couldn't find her patent of nobility in the Mist Kingdom. Luo Wei: A noble title? Sorry, she indeed doesn't have one. Because she is the Empress Regnant of the Mist Kingdom! In the end, she abolishes the aristocratic system, establishes a new country, and becomes a deity in the hearts of countless commoners. She promises them peace and prosperity; they pledge her their loyalty and faith. She, ultimately, becomes ..

Title: Abyssal Chimes Genre: Cosmic Folk Horror / Time-Bending Thriller *Synopsis:* In the fog-shrouded valley of Corpse Falls Town, where pagoda trees bleed and construction sites exhale the breath of the dead, antiques dealer Lin Moyu becomes entangled in a temporal curse older than the Ming Dynasty. When a smuggled Bronze Bell covered in corpse wax appears in his shop, its cursed chimes fracture reality, revealing three overlapping timelines: a 15th-century massacre of shaman priests, a modern archaeological expedition’s disappearance, and Lin’s own complicity in a catastrophic urban development project three years prior. As the Bell’s vibrations summon corpse soldiers from limestone caves and warp digital devices into occult artifacts, Lin discovers every victim’s skull sprouts bronze roots connecting to an underground Bone Pagoda. The town’s "residents" are revealed as echoic phantoms—their deaths endlessly reenacted through cursed objects: QR codes that rewrite memories, livestreams broadcast from decaying eyeballs, and concrete mixed with ground funerary coins. Key horrors unfold through fractal revelations: - The Bell’s Sanskrit inscriptions are quantum codes predicting Lin’s own autopsy report - Construction blueprints from 2021 contain hidden blood sacrifice diagrams - Missing archaeologists are found fused with Ming dynasty burial silks, their smartphones playing war drums from 1423 The cosmic truth emerges through temporal bleeding: Corpse Falls Town exists in a "wound" between timelines, sustained by an ouroboros of guilt. Every character is simultaneously victim and perpetrator across centuries—Lin’s father designed the dam that awakened ancient curses, while Lin himself becomes the Ming general who first ordered mass executions to silence the shamans. *Themes:* - Guilt as a self-replicating cosmic force - Technology as modern necromancy (5G towers as spirit poles, cloud storage as soul jars) - Archaeological colonialism’s cyclical violence *Closing Paradox:* In the fractal finale, Lin must let the Bell annihilate all timelines—including his own birth—to break the curse. Yet the final page reveals this manuscript itself is a cursed object, its words rearranging to implicate whoever reads it in the next cycle of atrocities. *Comp Titles:* - *Annihilation* meets *The Ring* in Guillermo del Toro’s *Pan’s Labyrinth* - *Dark (Netflix)* collides with Junji Ito’s *Uzumaki* - *The Southern Reach Trilogy* rewritten as Ming dynasty occult procedural Hook: Every technological artifact you use—from subway QR codes to wireless earbuds—becomes a gateway to ancestral horror in this narrative ouroboros where reading the book implicates you in its curse.

Alex Mercer never thought his life would end on a rainy night, skidding off a slick highway in his beat-up car. But death wasn't the end; it was just the beginning of his nightmare. Waking up in the fiery depths of hell, Alex faced Lucifer himself, a devilish grin plastered across the fallen angel's face. "You were destined for eternal torment," Lucifer said, his voice smooth as silk yet carrying the weight of countless damnations. "But I have a proposition for you." The deal was simple yet horrifying. If Alex wanted a second chance at life, he had to rid the Earth of Lucifer's escaped minion demons who had broken their chains and now wreaked havoc among the living. The reward? A ticket back to hell, but this time as Lucifer's lieutenant rather than a prisoner. To fulfill his part of the deal, Alex was granted a fragment of Lucifer's power: the ability to summon hellfire, manipulate shadows, and sense the presence of evil. Armed with these abilities, Alex is sent back to Earth, but not as the man he once was. Now, he's something more a hunter, a reaper of the damned. Yet as Alex fights to send demons back to hell, he begins to question the true cost of the deal. What will remain of his soul when the last demon falls? And can he trust Lucifer, the Prince of Lies, to keep his word?

A young boy with white hair and cold blue eyes was looking down on a corpse. As he was sitting on a throne made of skulls and bones... And the corpse he was looking at was the corpse of the end boss 'Aerial.' Yes, you've heard, right! The end boss! This story is about a gamer - weeb boy 'Elendur' who was/is the top player of Seraph-Erylsium! A new VRMMORPG that was released five years ago. After glory 5 years Elendur reached the 1000th level and also the end game. But as he reached the end game, the system granted him a book, and the name of the book was 'Seraph world-trophy.' (Seraph world-trophy! Description:???) "Huh, what's that? No description. Is there a bug? Or may a unique item?" .... Do you want a character who isn't a pussy? Do you want a story where the character isn't an idiot and think about consequences? Do you want a story about an mc who knows how to hold back and when not? You've searched for a novel about a necromancer who cant summon skeletons? Then my novel is might something for you! My novel won't have a pussy character who will hesitate! I will try to make the mc strong but not too strong, I will try to make the story satisfying, and I will try to listen to all your suggestions and tips. But of course, and the most important I will try to write flawlessly! (This novel is with a system that won't be annoying! I don't know about the length of my book, but I can tell you about each chapter's length. Each chapter will have about 800-1400 words plus-minus. And English is not my mother language, so I write extra much in this synopsis for you guys to decide if you like my way to write or not.) A/N: Idea of mine. Cover found on Pinterest if you are the cover's owner, tell me immediately, and I will take it down.

This is an NU. There's a new enemy threatening the universe. The New Generation Heroes must reassemble to fight this. But they all got reincarnated into new bodies and new lives. How are they going to fight now with their new responsibilities?

10-14 Chapters/Week 800-3000 chapters length A Tale of Truth, Betrayal, and the Temptation of Power 1272 A.D. – The Silk Road stretches endlessly, a path paved with ambition, treachery, and forgotten whispers. Sayid ibn Rahman, a Persian scribe burdened by loss, journeys across this treacherous route in search of a fabled manuscript—one said to contain the secrets of life itself. But as his ink-stained hands turn its pages, he finds more than knowledge; he finds temptation. Hunted by a relentless military commander and a high-ranking official, Sayid’s path intertwines with Mehri, a woman shrouded in mystery—an old friend, an unspoken rival. Together, they must navigate a world where words hold more power than swords, and history is written not by the victors, but by those who control the ink. Yet, the deeper Sayid delves, the closer he inches toward the ultimate question: Is truth worth more than power? When betrayal strikes from the shadows and the echoes of an old mentor resurface, Sayid must decide—will he protect the world from the manuscript’s power, or claim it for himself? The road to destiny is woven in silk, but one wrong thread can unravel it all.

Here lies Alice Carter, a woman once filled with ambition, now buried beneath the weight of her own desires. She was a dreamer, a believer in fairy tales spun from gold and silk, a woman who thought wealth could be the answer to all life’s miseries. She longed for a life where struggle was a distant memory, where cabs were replaced by chauffeurs and small apartments by grand estates. She wanted servants to anticipate her needs, luxury to soften life’s edges, and a man so wealthy that her worries would vanish like smoke in the wind. But in her pursuit of diamonds, she forgot the value of herself. And so, the dreamer died—not in a tragic accident or a cruel twist of fate, but in quiet surrender. What rose in her place was a woman trapped in velvet chains, bound by comfort yet suffocated by control. This is not her final story, but the beginning of her reckoning.