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"Nine Heavens cast down the Undying Tree, from the tomb the Immortal's bones were fetched; Taoist Venerable tut-tutted as they drank blood plasma, Old Buddha relished in the chew of meat; Beasts and livestock rang the Dharma Drum, city foxes and hole-dwelling rats boiled in the pot; In the Immortality Wine, the resentful spirits were fishy, at the Killing Banquet, the Dao Fruit was bitter!” In this world where Daoist Skill manifested, countless Sect Cultivators, Side Door Magicians, princes and scholars, officials of high rank and nobles all coveted immortality! Owl God Tomb, stealing heavenly secrets, Pearl Gathering Skill, Holy Infant Pill, bone effigies, Yin God Shrine, human-transformed monsters, Undying Elixir, Red Line Poison, Blood Immortal insects, Mermaid Meat, gold-threaded robes, Five Poisons Primordial Spirit, Seven Star Life Extension... They killed and harmed life only to steal the "Killing Dao Fruit" borne upon that Undying Tree! Until... a sly "Fishing Man" came to this world. Wang Yuan, born with the Small Book of Life and Death, had but a simple and unadorned dream: Amid bustling strings and smoky vistas, on a night bathed in moonlight, in peace and quiet did I lean on the rail, savoring the wind, toasting to the stars. With his "Bride in bridal clothes," watching the sunrise at Taishan in the morning, admiring Qionghua in Luoyang at noon, and drinking under the aurora by the North Sea in the evening. "But you all smell so incredibly fragrant! No more, none shall escape, for today I shall crowdfund Cultivating Immortality! Please... my treasure, turn around!” The blood-red veil of the Bride abruptly fluttered to the ground.

Betrayed. Humiliated. Bleeding dignity across marble floors. Arielle Vaughn had the perfect life—or so she thought. High society’s golden girl, groomed for power, poised for marriage. Until her picture-perfect boyfriend shattered everything in one cruel, public betrayal. Whispers arose and so did camera flashes. Running was the only thing Ari's shattered heart could think of and she did so out of instinct. What she didn’t expect was to fall into the arms of a hot sexy-looking stranger. His aura gave of mystery, danger in his eyes and secrets in his silence. Leon Mikhailov doesn’t save women. He eliminates problems. In his world, vulnerability is a weakness. Emotions are weapons. But there’s something about the way Ari doesn’t cry, the way she bleeds without begging, that cuts him in a place bullets never reached. He should walk away but instead, he makes her a proposition. Three months. Be his fiancée. Play the part while helping him settle a score that has nothing to do with love ,and everything to do with power. No questions. No feelings. No promises. But in the glittering chaos of the elite...where kings wear tailored suits and criminals toast with champagne, just fake kiss can start a very real war. And love? That’s the most dangerous lie of all. ---

"Love Tripped Into My Room: I Just Wanted Peace, Not Panties" Kaito Tenma just wanted a normal life. Wake up, eat toast, avoid drama, and maybe—just maybe—confess to his beautiful, blunt childhood friend, Riko. But fate sucker-punches that dream into space when a half-naked girl crashes through his ceiling and declares his room as her new home. Now he’s living with Yuna, a mysterious (and dangerously clingy) bombshell who thinks clothing is optional and personal space is a myth. From lewd accidents to jealousy-fueled misunderstandings, Kaito’s life spirals into a wild, hilarious mess of high school chaos, horny misunderstandings, and girls who seem way too interested in ruining his peace. He didn’t ask for a harem. He didn’t ask for trouble. But trouble keeps tripping into his life—one girl at a time.

Magic is easy! You just have to get your soul vibrating at the right frequency, isn't it? Don't forget the gestures for the spells! But beware... every power has its price, and though we may not know it at first, every payment we make is recorded, and one day we will have to pay our debts. Séraphine Rohan is a witch, perhaps something special in this world, but not even she would dare to fight against the increasingly powerful firearms. Neon lights, soft music and extravagant living! Prosperity is everywhere in this world where idealism meets materialism and mysticism meets science. Where gangsters can be more dangerous than a werewolf and fairy dust is used as a recreational substance. But what lies beneath this veil of glamour, wealth and colorful lights? The decadence of humanity is not only material, but also spiritual, and sometimes... this is reflected in our surroundings more than we think. Join Séraphine Rohan as she explores this world full of interesting creatures, solves cases as a detective and embarks on various adventures driven by money, or maybe it's those ideals she doesn't want to talk about? All this while reality becomes more and more confusing and incomprehensible before her eyes. By the way, how about toasting this psychedelic story with a glass of wine? ------------------------ Cover made by TheAnPlayer2. English is my second language and I'm using Grammarly for thoses mistakes I didn't see, so, if you notice one, comment, please! I will be posting this story on RoyalRoad.com

My name is Shay. Just Shay. Every morning at five, I kick off my day like anyone else—cereal, eggs, or toast. Then comes the routine brushing session where I make it a point to avoid eye contact with the damn bogey in the mirror. Typical, right? I’ve got a roommate—a werewolf. We’re best friends and classmates, tackling school like it’s any normal day. After classes, I head to my job as a bartender at a nearby pub. It’s a cozy spot, where apart from your regular humans, other creatures also get together for a drink. Yep, vampires and shapeshifters have their pint nights too. Aside from these quirks, my life was relatively normal — until everything turned upside down. The peacefulness of the night seems to be over, the Fifth King is preparing for war — perhaps for world domination —, and common sense has evaporated somewhere along the way. Life was pretty standard, aside from the supernatural quirks, until it wasn’t. The peace of the night shattered, the Fifth King is gearing up for war—or maybe world domination—and somewhere along the way, logic took a vacation. Now, here I am, smack in the middle of this glorious mess, trying to figure out how I went from a normal guy to being tangled in what feels like the prelude to a world-ending saga.

Lorian has failed in preventing the destruction of Fate, Fate has once again sent him back in time. This will be Lorian's 100th attempt, But it will also be his last.

The sky split open. Thunder didn’t roll—it roared, howled, like a beast wounded by fate. The heavens bled crimson as celestial lightning arced through the skies, searing the firmament. Rain poured down, not water, but something heavier—mixed with ash and divine residue. Olympus itself trembled. High upon the *Altar of Judgement*, chained by glowing celestial runes, knelt a boy. *Kyrillos*. Barefoot, beaten, and broken—not by combat, but by betrayal. His once radiant robes were in tatters, his body scorched with marks of restraint, divine bindings pulsing against his skin. He was seventeen. The boy once praised as the Prodigy of the Silver Flame, the Heir of the Celestial Phoenix Sect… now a heretic, condemned by those who once toasted his victories. Around him stood the *Twelve Grand Houses*, their banners flapping wildly in the divine storm. Faces half-shadowed under golden helms and jeweled crowns, yet none dared look him in the eye. Only one figure, hidden in the rear, wept silently behind a silver veil—*Aphrodite*.

WARNING: THIS STORY CONTAINS EXPLICIT SMUT, STRONG LANGUAGE, VIOLENCE, DARK THEMES, AND MATURE CONTENT. IT INVOLVES MAFIA-RELATED ACTIVITIES, DOMINANCE, POWER PLAYS, AND ADULT SCENES THAT MAY BE TRIGGERING TO SOME READERS. RECOMMENDED FOR READERS 18+ ONLY. PROCEED WITH CAUTION. Esmery thought she would be heartbroken after catching her fiancé in bed with her own sister. Instead, she attended their engagement party with a smile, shocking everyone when she raised a toast to their betrayal. But beneath her calm exterior, she knew one thing-she needed to move on. A drunken night out leads her to a mysterious, dangerously powerful man. In her intoxicated haze, she vents about her scumbag fiancé, and to her surprise, the stranger offers a solution: Marry him. Without hesitation, she agrees. Waking up as the wife of Jayden-a cold, enigmatic business tycoon-Esmery realizes she's trapped in a marriage with a man she barely knows. Their union is built on convenience, not love, but as they navigate their new life together, undeniable tension and unexpected desire spark between them. Meanwhile, her ex-fiancé and sister's so-called perfect relationship isn't as smooth as they expected. The deeper Esmery gets entangled with Jayden, the more secrets come to light-ones that might just turn this impulsive marriage into something far more dangerous... and irresistible. Will Esmery and Jayden's marriage of convenience become something real, or will their pasts and hidden truths tear them apart?

I made a Vegemite On Toast, his favorite food, hoping it might bring back even a flicker of warmth between us but the silence was suffocating. He didn’t even wish me an happy anniversary or say anything about it, the only sound was that of the utensils against the plates. I kept glancing at him, searching for an expression, anything that can explain the growing wall between us. And then, he finally spoke. “I want a divorce”

The proposal was expected, but Kaylis Woods' reaction was not. With a wedding at stake, Kay makes a deal with her mom: Kay goes to past life regression therapy to get at the bottom of her issues and Mommy Weirdest will stay out of wedding planning. Horrific and dark visions revealed during therapy hit Kay to the core. What follows is an exploration of the human spirit in times of darkness, love, and laughter.

In the whimsical realm of Flarnookia, where snizzlebeasts waltz through quantum marshmallow fields, young Blorptavian Crindlethatch discovers a mysterious glibberflop that whispers in ancient kazoo. When the moon turns plaid and the Council of Wibberdinks convenes, he must outrun the noodle storms and decipher the jellycode before the snozzberries revolt. Packed with zibble-zabble antics and emotionally unstable toast, “The Wobble of Zarn” is a kaleidospastic journey into the utter what-now of interdimensional nonsense.

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"Don't even think about it," Noah warned, following her gaze. "The game is over, Selena. You lost." The library door opened again, and Vivian walked in, followed by Jade. Both women looked at Selena with cold eyes. "Is there a problem?" Vivian asked smoothly. "Our bride-to-be overheard our little chat," Noah explained. Vivian's face hardened. "How unfortunate. Well, we'll have to move up our timeline." Jade pulled something from her pocket – a small bottle with clear liquid. "No!" Selena cried, raising the paperweight. "Stay back or I'll—" "You'll what?" Vivian stepped forward. "Hit us? Scream? No one will hear you over the music. No one will help you." Selena looked from Vivian to Jade to Noah – three people she had trusted, three people who wanted her dead. She was trapped, alone, surrounded by enemies in her own home. "The champagne is easier," Noah said, almost gently. "Come back to the party. One last toast. One last smile. And then peace." Selena's mind raced. There had to be a way out, a way to escape. But as Noah reached for her, as Jade uncapped the bottle, as Vivian smiled her cruel smile, Selena realized with horror that her perfect night had turned into her worst nightmare – and it might be her last. Betrayed, poisoned, and left for dead, Selena returns with a new identity and a plan for revenge—until a marriage of convenience with a ruthless billionaire complicates everything.

Caelen died doing what he loved most: playing survival games non-stop like a sleep-deprived goblin. Unfortunately, dying in your chair from gaming overload isn’t exactly what you’d call a dignified exit. Even God laughed at him. But lucky for Caelen, or maybe unlucky, he gets a second chance in the world of his favorite survival game. It’s a brutal fantasy realm full of monsters, magic, swords… and absolutely zero indoor plumbing. Armed with only a stone pickaxe, a limited-use "Google Brain" search skill, and the stubbornness of a man who once built a Minecraft mansion out of dirt, Caelen sets out to survive. But surviving isn’t enough he wants to upgrade the world. Electricity? Toilets? Toasted bread? Why not all three? As he fends off nighttime horrors, awkwardly crafts furniture, and tries to avoid becoming monster chow, Caelen has one mission: bring modern convenience to a medieval world, one ridiculous invention at a time. And maybe, just maybe… not die again in a chair. [System Notes:No Ntr, No Yuri(gl), No Yaoi(bl)]

She’s been his silent guardian for years… until a runaway bride forces her into the spotlight. When Victoria Monroe vanishes on the morning of her lavish New York wedding, billionaire CEO Adrian Sinclair is left humiliated and alone. In a desperate bid to salvage his reputation, he turns to Emily Carter — his loyal assistant with a heart of gold — to become his stand-in bride. Thrown into a world of champagne toasts, red-carpet galas, and whispered judgments, Emily must play the part perfectly. Yet behind the designer gowns and glittering chandeliers, something unexpected stirs in Adrian’s icy heart. As the city buzzes with rumors, Emily finds courage she never knew she had. And just when she dares to believe in a future beyond obligation, Victoria returns, clutching a five-year-old boy she claims is Adrian’s son. With loyalties tested, alliances shattered, and love hanging by a thread, Emily must fight for the family she’s risked everything to protect. Will Adrian choose the woman who stood by him when the world turned away? Or will the ghosts of the past steal their chance at happily ever after? Dive into The Billionaire’s Unexpected Love—where every whispered secret could ignite a scandal, and true love is the greatest gamble of all.

A long time ago, a great prophecy appeared in the world. Evil will rise again! Yue Ling, a heavenly demon, was the biggest threat to the world at that time. Alarmed by the prophecy, the Heavenly Emperor ordered to kill Yue Ling at any cost. So again, heaven and the underworld fell into a fierce battle. Years later, the world basks in uneasy peace, Yue Ling's reign of terror a fading memory. But beneath the surface, secrets stir. Few know the truth: that the most revered god in heaven, the Son of the Sun and Lord of the Wind, Zi Feng, was once the heavenly demon, Yue Ling's lover. Tragically, Zi Feng is reborn not as his glorious god-self, but as Yu Lingyu, a bumbling disciple of the Tianmen Wen Sect. His past life haunts him like a nightmare, a painful echo of lost brothers, sacrificed love, and a world stained with blood of his loved. Will Yu Lingyu ever escape the shadow of his past? Can he forge a new life, oblivious to the whispers of his forgotten glory? Or will he be drawn back into the darkness, forced to confront the life what destroyed by him in past - Yue Ling! ...................................................................................... "Ah, the Mighty Wind Lord has become a crying child." Yue Ling's voice was as vicious as a snake and burst out with joy. "Ha ha, you lost your brothers, lost your soul, sacrificed everything for your victory, but why is it still like this? How ironic, dear Feng!" Zi Feng's face was flushed with hatred. Stumbling up, he directly grabbed Yue Ling's shoulders, sinking his eyes into his eternally dark eyes. "Yue Ling!" he shouted. "You have won, heaven is already bathed from the blood of my brothers. Please get out of here now," he cried in his heart-rending grief. The devil's lips curled into a cruel smile. "Victory is most beautiful with the vanquisher's fury. My wind Lord, where is your anger? Where is your vengeance?" Closing his eyes tightly, Zi Feng let the tears flow down his cheeks. "My anger is drowned in a deep ocean, Yue Ling. An ocean of sorrow and blood. So please leave. do not..........force me...........anymore." “Oh, my lord,” Yue Ling said, running his fingers to wipe away the tears on Zi Feng's cheeks. "If you're like this, it's no fun. How about we go to my palace together? And give a toast to your dead comrades. Oh, for your Li Jiu too." Yue Ling's right hand wrapped around Zi Feng's waist and pressed him against his body. His left hand was tugging at Zi Feng's silky hair. "But you know, making yourself the prize of my triumph isn't so bad." He whispered into Si Feng's ear. Suffering from both physical and mental pain, Zi Feng was unable to escape from Yue Ling's grasp. "Why? Why did you do that? Your revenge was to be taken from me. If you said so, I would gladly hand myself over to you. After all, I had to do it, because I was responsible. But why? Why did they all have to die? Why did Li Jiu have to die? Answer me!" "Shhh! My lord, killing you won't solve my problem. I want you to suffer all the pain in this world and watch everything you love slowly to dissolve into darkness……I want you to," Zi Feng's jaws held. Yue Ling lifted Feng's face up, forcing him to look into his eyes. "I want you to melt away, fall on your knees beside me and beg for all of this to stop. But I won't stop until all your loved ones are dead. Li Jiu is only the beginning……the sun, the moon will all be destroyed. Oh, and also your dear brother too.............Wei Yunhe!”

If you like mystery books with horror and fantasy, this is the right one for you! She woke up to continue what one day she was prevented from doing. The world is sick, and she is the remedy. The wind smiles together with the sun. The trees' leaves scream her name (even if nobody knows it). The savior is back without her moorings. The nature toasts. The call was heard. Finally, the world has a hope of survival. She walks. And behind her, the snow follows her like a shadow. Like a friend. A partner.

In a world where dungeons bleed monsters and heroes are forged in fire… …one hunter’s death ignited a storm of betrayal, rebirth, and revenge. Ryder Skye, codename [Blaze], was a legend in the making. At 20, he stood as the A-rank prodigy of the revered Island Guild—a blazing inferno against the darkness, destined to ascend to the pantheon of S-rank hunters. But destiny is a fickle flame. Betrayal burns brighter than any dungeon’s shadow. During a routine raid, Blaze’s flames were snuffed out. Ambushed. Abandoned. Left to die by the guild he called family. His final thought? “They promised me glory… but sold me to the grave.” He woke up sixteen again. Alive. Younger. Hungrier. And haunted by a cryptic power: [The System]. --- “Welcome, User Ryder Skye. Mortality revoked. Objectives updated.” Reborn in a body four years younger, Ryder staggers into a world that’s already buried him. The Island Guild crowned a new star—[Demolisher], a merciless S-rank usurper—while erasing Blaze’s legacy like ash in the wind. His old comrades? They toasted to his demise. His family? Believed him dead. But The System hums with secrets: - Skill [Phoenix Core]:“Resurrection is only the first spark.” - *Quest [Vengeance of the Forsaken]:* “Burn the liars. Burn the guild. Burn the truth into their bones.” Warning:“Dungeons are not your only enemy.” --- Redemption is a path paved with fire. Ryder returns to his crumbling hometown, vowing to vanish into obscurity—until he uncovers a truth darker than any dungeon’s heart. The guild’s betrayal runs deeper. Monsters wear human faces. And The System demands more than revenge… It demands a reckoning.

‎Content Warning: This novel contains heavy, explicit sexual scenes and mature themes. Please consider this before reading.Synopsis: Game of Thrones WithinIn a world ruled by wealth and power, two dynasties the Veyrons and the Arcturuses stand on the brink of a historic union. Elara Veyron, the golden daughter, is set to marry Damian Arcturus, heir to the richest man in the country, promising to merge their empires into an unbreakable legacy. But beneath the glittering chandeliers and champagne toasts, a dangerous game unfolds.Lilith Veyron, Elara’s ambitious and obsessive sister, will stop at nothing to claim the throne for herself. Armed with a deadly secret a murder buried in the Arcturus family’s past she weaves a web of seduction, blackmail, and betrayal. When forbidden desires ignite between Lilith and Damian, the line between love and war blurs, threatening to consume them all. As Elara’s fairy-tale romance crumbles, dark truths and hidden agendas surface, pulling both families toward ruin.Passion burns hot, secrets cut deep, and every choice could be fatal. In this ruthless game of thrones, who will rise and who will fall?Join the twisted saga of lust, power, and vengeance where no one is innocent, and every move could be the last.

Traversing the Nine Provinces in the Immortal Cultivation World, Lu Yuan possessed the Dao Fruit of longevity, an eternal lifespan. If he were careful, he could anticipate the Immortal Method. This was indeed a beautiful thing. However, he was born during the Age of Dharma Decline, with spiritual energy depleted and the Immortal Method difficult. The great path was elusive. Even worse, the Immortal Cultivation World of the Nine Provinces was on the verge of collapse, and the four poles were about to fall, marking the end of an era. If that was the case, why shouldn't a man take up his sword and conquer fifty states across the mountains? To survive in the Age of Dharma Decline, Lu Yuan cultivated the ancient Way of Control Pneuma, established an Immortal Dynasty, and gathered Qi Luck. He brought order to the Nine Provinces and peace to the four seas. Gathering strength from across the world, he ascended to immortality step by step. In ancient times, there were three Human Emperors: Hua Guang, Xia Xi, and Hao Tian. Who is the Human Emperor now? It is Emperor Chu Luyuan.

In a world where God Powers shape the fate of the multiverse, war is inevitable. Humanity stands on the brink of destruction, caught between divine warriors, cosmic entities, and the unknown forces of fate. Vairaj—a lazy genius, an unpredictable prodigy—never cared for heroism. But when fate pushes him into the battlefield, he awakens the King of Darkness, a forbidden power that once threatened the multiverse itself. As war erupts between God Rank warriors, monstrous entities, and multiversal empires, Vairaj must decide: Is he a savior, or is he destined to become the very destruction he fears? With his childhood friends, Jerome and Zoya, by his side, and legendary warriors fighting alongside him, Vairaj walks a path no one has dared before. But fate is cruel. The ultimate battle will force him to make the impossible choice—one that could end everything. A story of war, sacrifice, and destiny—where even gods cannot escape the rule of fate. I just wanna say in the beginning u can think story is decent not quite interesting but I am damn sure by the end this will never be an option.

Gavin, the peculiar anti-hero of Endless Proof: Reincarnation Isn't Justice!, is a petite, delicate-looking teenage boy whose outward appearance is as unnerving as his personality. With his diminutive frame and androgynous features, he often draws confused glances, an effect only heightened by his striking hair—split evenly between stark white and jet black, as if his very existence is divided between light and shadow. But it’s his eyes that truly unsettle: deep, black voids that seem to swallow light, as though they’re windows to the infinite emptiness of his soul. His unnervingly blank expression often gives way to smirks of dry amusement, the only hint at the chaos he’s about to unleash. Gavin has long since stopped caring about the endless cycle of reincarnation he’s trapped in. With no original life to anchor him and an unending loop of memories from countless worlds, identities, and timelines, he’s grown utterly disillusioned. He doesn’t even bother pretending to be invested anymore. Instead, he’s made a choice: if the universe insists on thrusting him into infinite lives, he’ll make each one a stage for his dark comedy, turning everyone around him into unwitting participants in his whimsical chaos. Despite his frail, ghostlike appearance, Gavin wields immense power, easily bending the rules of each world to suit his humor. He might conjure a fire-breathing dragon, only to make it sneeze bubbles instead of fire. He’s just as likely to replace the fearsome demon king’s minions with a choir of tone-deaf singing slimes or turn the Chosen Hero’s sacred relic into a banana. His deadpan delivery and unflinching apathy only make his antics more jarring—he’ll face world-ending crises with the same energy he uses to decide whether breakfast should include toast. Though Gavin’s jokes are seemingly harmless, they often force other characters to face the absurdity of their own existences. Arrogant knights, stoic kings, and brooding villains are all reduced to bumbling fools in his presence, their grand destinies shredded by his relentless mockery of the narratives they cling to. Yet, underneath his sharp wit and apathetic exterior lies a tragic core—an eternal loneliness born from existing without an origin, a person without a home or purpose. For Gavin, humor is both a weapon and a shield, a way to stave off the crushing weight of eternity. While others see him as an unpredictable force of nature, he sees himself as the punchline to an unfunny cosmic joke. His actions may seem random, but there’s a method to his madness: to remind everyone, including himself, that in a world as absurd as his, laughter is the only thing that makes sense.

Noah Stone an everyday guy got Transmitted into the World of Britannia, The RPG game which he brought a few minutes ago from the local store, and died holding It. He gained Deathless System as a golden finger, a system that allows him to go back in time in random checkpoints every time he dies. - The metallic taste of blood lingered on my tongue along with a kind of sourness. My hands grasped the table in front of me and my vision began darkening. "It's green Snakes poison, hard to come by and difficult to find its antidote" The guy in front of me smiled taking a small sip from an ale mug. "I had to poison your ale, I hope you forgive me, my dear partner" I cursed at him, losing balance along with vision. [ Ding! The host is respawned ] I was sitting on the stool in the tavern and in front of me was the same guy who poisoned me. "Please have toast for our new partnership" He smiled raising a mug with a gentle smile. I smirked at the ale inside my mug, rotating around. Now, now my dear partner! How should I kill you ---------- Ps - cover is not mine...

A young man named Osiris has just been released from his 2 years of compulsory military service. He then proceeded to take a long walk home as he was from a poor upbringing; while walking home he sees a young girl running into the road to save a kitten from being killed by a truck. With his military principles and his own values driving him, he sacrificed himself to save the kitten and the girl. A god noticed this when exploring this new world (to the god) called earth. He has given Osiris another chance to live and a way to get stronger in a world he knows nothing about. cover page image was taken from: http://castlevania.wikia.com/wiki/Death This is my first time writing so please help me learn as I might write more in the future.

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"Shadows of Blood and Fate" You know how life throws curveballs? Well, mine tossed me straight into a nightmare. I’m Eli Cain, and until recently, I thought my biggest problem was oversleeping and missing class. Turns out, that was the least of my worries. One night, a stranger with fangs attacked me—yeah, actual fangs—and just when I thought I was toast, something strange happened. I unleashed a power I didn’t know I had, sending him flying. That was the moment everything changed. I’m not just some random college kid. I’m part of an ancient vampire bloodline, cursed and marked by a prophecy I can’t escape. Now, I’m stuck between two worlds: the world of vampires, with its secrets and shadows, and the world I’ve always known, where nothing seems quite as normal anymore. To make things even more complicated, there’s Luna Winters—a beautiful, enigmatic vampire hunter who seems just as confused about me as I am about her. She might be the key to understanding my fate, or maybe she’s just another danger lurking in the dark. I didn’t ask for any of this. But as secrets unravel and enemies close in, one thing is clear: my life will never be the same. And the worst part? I don’t know if that’s a good thing… or if it’s going to get me killed.

|Mafia boss×Mafia's son| Warning: extremely mature content. - Couple one: Despite her trying to sound cool, he could hear her slight pants. "What were you doing?" He asked, forgetting everything. That's how it was for them. They could be in the middle of the most serious issue yet the slightest change in their breathing would make the other curious. "If I say that I was, or more like, am fingering myself while thinking about you, would you come here and f*ck me?" She said while putting two fingers inside of herself. A moan left her lips and his d*ck hardened on the other side. "F*ck, Andrew, ah," she was moaning on purpose, to get a reaction out of him. She wanted to test him till he broke and later fulfilled her with his entire being. She knew that she wasn't supposed to want him and so did he but the heart wants what the heart wants. And forbidden fruits always taste better. - All of a sudden, he moved a little away and by not feeling the same sensation as before, she opened her eyes with an annoyed look. She was almost about to come. "Why did you stop -" she was cut off by her own moan. He did the most unthinkable thing. He slapped her pu*sy. She thought that it would hurt her but it had the exact opposite reaction. It ended up sending an electric shock through her body but one that was filled with pleasure. She was looking at him with pleading eyes. She didn't know what she wanted him to do but she wanted something from him and he understood even though she didn't vocalize her thoughts. He made a silent promise to fulfill all of her fantasies and with that, he slapped her again. And she moaned in pleasure again. Who knew that something that counts as a punishment could bring one so much pleasure? - Tangled by an interesting past, lust, and underworld matters. And most importantly heart. Both of them refused to fall for the other again but for how long? In this twisted game called lust, would they end up falling for each other? -- Couple two: "Stars are pretty," he said. She gave him a sad smile. "But people always say that you are going to lose the moon while counting the stars but the moon got scars and you can't stare at the sun for two minutes, you are bound to get blind by its light and how can you love someone you can't even look at?" "So we shouldn't love anything at all?" "If you are willing to take the risk then sure, you can." "Maybe I am or maybe I don't have any choice of my own. If you were given a chance, what would have you been?" "Dust probably," she said, not looking at him anymore. "Dust why? Don't they fly away?" "I wish to be like the dust so that I can fly away. Everything except the dust that flies is desired in one way or another, for example: A bird is caged in the name of love, just because someone wants to keep it. A flower that was torn away from its home and later toasted away in a place where the wind makes it blown, at least one person is going to like it enough to keep it with them till they don't like it anymore. Nobody can see dust, let alone desire it. Maybe being undesired isn't always the bad thing." -- "I trusted you but you broke my trust. You could have told me the truth." "You never seemed interested enough in my truth." "I wasn't? You never bothered asking me anything, you just assumed and ruined everything because that's all you can do. You don't deserve my trust." "I know," she muttered under her breath, fully knowing that he was too good for her to ruin him. -- "Don't do this to yourself just because you hate me. Don't ruin your life, I am begging you." "Because of you? Why would you think that you deserve any of my thoughts, my emotions? You don't even exist to me." And she was again feeling unworthy, a word that was never going to leave her side. -- In the midst of misunderstanding, complications, and hate, will they find love?

Ahh, no, there’s no half-assed harem shit here. Wait, you’re not looking for that too, are you? That’s cool! Let me introduce you to Darjend. A boy who’s got zero magic in a world full of it. And no, no, NO! This ain’t like those “never give up” animes where the loser gets to be a hero. Nah, there’s no plot armor here. Anyone can die, and if you don’t play right, you’re toast. Yep, even the main character. Now, the story? It’s pretty simple. A magicless crybaby at a magic school. Everyone bullies him, blah blah blah, the usual loser stuff. But then… something snaps. Something dark. Something deep inside him. He meets someone who changes everything. So who was this someone? A devil? No one knows. And how does this devil turn his life upside down? You’ll just have to find out. One way to do that: read the damn novel. Duh.

Evelyn Carter was just a book editor... until she woke up as Lady Isolde Valtara, the villainess in her own novel. [Quest: Steal the Crown Prince’s first kiss. Fail and you die horribly.] Great. Instead of an easy life, she’s stuck with a snarky System that dishes out ridiculous tasks like this every day. And if she messes up? Well, she’s toast.