Overwatch Mauga Skins

　(หนังสือใหม่ชี้ทาง เกิดใหม่ในยุค 80 เป็นแม่สามีใจร้าย) หลิวซานเหนียงเกิดใหม่ เมื่อนึกถึงชีวิตที่โดดเดี่ยวในชาติก่อน ชาตินี้เธอต้องแต่งงานให้ได้ 　เธอมีรูปโฉมที่อ่อนช้อยงดงามเกินไป ทำให้มีคนมาสู่ขอจนเหยียบธรณีประตูแทบพัง 　　แต่ว่า บัณฑิตจากฮู่ท่งต้าเหลียวนั้นแต่งไม่ได้ คนผู้นี้ในอนาคตจะเป็นคนอกตัญญูไร้น้ำใจ 　พ่อค้าหาบเร่จากฮู่ท่งเสี่ยวเหลียวก็ไม่ได้เช่นกัน คนผู้นี้ภายหลังจะติดการพนันจนบ้านแตกสาแหรกขาด 　　หลังจากปฏิเสธไปหลายคู่ ชื่อเสียงว่าเธอเป็นคนเลือกมากก็แพร่สะพัดออกไป... 　หลิวซานเหนียงกังวลจนผอมไปหลายรอบ ในเวลานี้ ฉู่เยี่ยนช่างตีเหล็กกลับมาสู่ขอเธอ!!! 　หลิวซานเหนียง: ... 　คนผู้นี้ในอนาคตกลายเป็นแม่ทัพติ้งเป่ยหวังผู้มีชื่อเสียงก้องโลก แต่เขา เขารูปร่างสูงใหญ่และแข็งแรงมาก เธอกลัวว่าจะถูกเขาบีบตายด้วยมือเดียว! 　ฉู่เยี่ยนโอบเธอไว้ในอ้อมแขน เสียงทุ้มต่ำพูดว่า: "อย่ากลัวฉัน ข้างนอกฉันเป็นหมาป่า แต่เมื่อกลับมา ฉันก็เป็นสุนัขของเธอ เธอคือเจ้านาย" (ใครกล้าแตะต้องหญิงของเขา 1v1)

[Warning: Mature Content] Her nights were a vacant hum until his presence began to vibrate beneath her skin. How long had it been since someone had looked at her like that? Like, he wanted to devour her whole? Her husband's eyes had once burned with a similar fire, but that had fizzed out long ago, leaving only embers behind. She knew she should feel ashamed. Dirty. But all she felt was... alive. For the first time in longer than she could remember, Layla felt something other than numb. And God help her, but she never wanted to go back.

Not a title. Not a gift. A weapon wired into your brain and shaped by everything broken inside you. For Kael, it started as survival. Now it’s something else. Thrown into a Death zone , where unstable recruits are trained or discarded Kael finds himself with strangers just as unstable as the system training them. Trust is rare. Power? Unstable. And the only way forward is through combat that scars more than just your skin. Everyone’s hiding something. Their past, their pain, the real reason they are here. And the Crowns? They don’t play fair. To survive, they’ll need more than power. They’ll need to trust each other. Even when that trust could get them killed

The world ended before he could take his own life. Yash Roy had nothing left — no family, no future, only debt and despair. But when the sky cracked open and forgotten gods awakened, Yash was chosen by something ancient. Not to become a hero — but to survive. With white eyes, ash-stained skin, and a broken soul, he begins building a shelter for the lost. This is not the story of a savior. This is the story of a boy who lost everything… and still chose to protect others.

Say it,” Luca whispered against Ayden’s neck, his breath warm. “You want me. Don’t act like you’re above this.” Ayden's breath hitched. “I’m not—” “You are. But right now, you’re mine.” Fingers tangled in Ayden’s silk shirt, dragging it open. His pale skin flushed under moonlight, chest heaving. Luca’s lips brushed down his collarbone, slow, teasing. Ayden grabbed his wrist. “If you’re going to play, play right.” A smirk curled on Luca’s lips. “Then show me your rules.” And Ayden did — on the bed, on the mirror, under the stars.

The world he knew is gone. His name, his face, his family—all wiped away in a moment of betrayal and death. Now, in the pale skin of an albino boy, he finds himself in a new life surrounded by strangers who become his friends and allies. But the longing to return home gnaws at his heart, and the fragments of a violent past lurk at the edges of his memory. His search for belonging and truth takes him deeper into the unknown, where he learns that the lines between dimensions, identities, and realities blur. To survive and find closure, he must unravel the secrets of who—or what—he truly is, and face the terrifying choice of what it means to belong.

Anya, 28, carries an air of quiet resilience beneath her graceful exterior. With olive-toned skin, soft black waves, and deep green-hazel eyes, she moves through life with gentle confidence, her delicate floral dresses and matching earrings reflecting her understated strength. Balancing university lectures and restaurant shifts, Anya’s world is a delicate dance of responsibilities, yet her heart harbors untold stories memories and feelings she guards closely. Elias, in his early thirties, is the embodiment of poised elegance. Tall and fair-skinned, with piercing ice-blue eyes that seem to see straight through the surface, he exudes a calm power and precision shaped by his senior role in corporate management. Behind his minimalist style and commanding presence lies a man who has built walls around himself, wary of letting anyone close. Their worlds collide unexpectedly on a crisp spring evening at the restaurant where Anya works. The sight of her in casual attire, her hair loose and framing her face softly, captures Elias’s attention like nothing before. For Anya, seeing Elias a figure from headquarters, calm yet intense stirs emotions she hadn’t expected to confront while juggling her busy schedule. As their encounters grow from silent, stolen moments to hesitant conversations, both must navigate the complexities of their lives Anya’s demanding shifts and personal struggles, Elias’s corporate pressures and guarded heart. A shared ride to the train station, gentle teasing, and quiet confessions slowly chip away at the walls between them. Set against the backdrop of everyday challenges and small moments of connection, their story unfolds as a tender exploration of trust, vulnerability, and the courage it takes to rewrite one’s own story. “Silent Collisions” is a romance about two souls learning that sometimes love comes not in grand gestures, but in the quietest, most unexpected encounters.

One moment, Jia Lan was a modern city girl with perfect skin, soft hands, and zero survival skills. The next? She’s in the 1970s—inside a novel—as the youngest daughter of a powerful and wealthy urban family. She’s not the heroine. In fact, the hardworking female lead and righteous male lead are out there suffering through life, trying to "earn" a future in the city. Jia Lan? She just woke up in silk pajamas, got pampered by her entire family, and activated a daily check-in system that hands her perks for simply… showing up. Visit the kitchen? Gain cooking skills. Lounge in the courtyard? Glowing skin. Exist gracefully? Congratulations, you’ve leveled up again. While others chase opportunities and eat bitterness, Jia Lan is over here sipping tea, casually unlocking cheat codes, and getting praised for walking downstairs. Spoiled? Yes. Vulgar? Never. Plot-hungry? Absolutely not. She’s not here to steal anyone’s story. She’s just here to live her best life—gracefully, beautifully, and with a faint scent of jasmine. Too bad everyone else can’t stop staring.

In a world where bonds between alphas and omegas are sacred, Eren Hale, a quiet, orphaned omega, never believed he'd be chosen. But on his twentieth birthday, a glowing mark appears on his skin—he has been paired with an alpha. His fated mate is Caelan Drayen, the reclusive alpha of a remote border pack, feared and respected alike. Caelan never wanted an omega. His past is filled with scars and losses, and he's sworn never to love again. But fate cannot be defied. Each time they part, the bond burns. The fever rises. Their bodies ache for connection… and perhaps, their hearts do too. A slow-burning love story of healing, instinct, and the undeniable pull of soulmates.

And Just Like That Everything Changed! ...... They came from the sea—giants of stone and molten light. In seconds, Ethan village was torn apart. His mother crushed. His siste.... Ethan ran. But the ground split. A shard of black stone slid into his palm— And as his rage exploded, the stone meet with the heart shaped stone he found earlier. His body cracked. His skin turned to shale. And before he could save anyone, he became the very thing he feared. Now there's nothing left. No family. No home. Only the monster in his veins—

Born without a star. Marked for nothing. Destined for everything. In a world ruled by stars—where your worth is branded on your skin—Oryn is a nobody. But when ancient powers awaken in his blood, and long-buried truths begin to surface, Oryn realizes he was never meant to obey the system… He was meant to break it. Hymn of Sovereignty is a tale of memory, pain, and rebellion—where prophecy is a curse, and power comes at a price.

If you had a golden apple, who would you give it to? Invited to the banquet, Luo En saw the golden apple in the plate inscribed with "To the fairest goddess" and the three goddesses embroiled in dispute before him, and he picked up a knife with a smug smile. The first step, peeling; he gave the skin to Aphrodite. "To be fair, you're quite pretty. As a layer of skin, you're not bad to look at." The second step, slicing the flesh; he gave that to Hera. "As the queen of heaven, yet everyone in Olympus from 800-year-olds to animals has cuckolded you, including males, females, and even sheep. Since you can't save face anyway, take these insides." The third step, he gave the remaining core to Athena. "You were supposed to be born a male god and take over Zeus's position, but due to Zeus's shenanigans, you lost that seed, so here, have this core." Aphrodite clenched her fists, Hera raised her scepter, Athena summoned her spear and shield... Seeing this, Luo En quickly stepped back, shielding the goddess of discord, Eris, firmly in front of him. "And you still want to be the goddess of discord? Look at me; I got them to unite at once, even better than you with your instigation." "..." Surrounded by Greek gods sharpening their knives, Eris was left in silence.

Kyoto. The city of a thousand temples. And a thousand curses. Kit Navajo is an ordinary high school student, until one day he finds himself trapped inside the "Dome," a warped space that hides the hunt for ancient monsters created from artifacts from human eyes. But he didn't die. He touched. Now his skin bears the Mark. His eyes see the Essence. And he has become something even hunters fear: The Cursed Relicologist is someone who can survive contact with forbidden relics. The hunt has begun. But who is the hunter? And who is the artifact?

"You must take her place... Just tonight!" **** Aria Thorne is an Omega—lowest in the pack and lowest in her own home. Abused by her mother, hated by her twin sister Celeste, and treated like nothing more than a burden, Aria’s life has been nothing but pain and survival. But everything changes the day the Alpha’s royal guard arrives with a scroll in hand and a single, shocking message: the new Luna must come from Aria’s family… and she must be a virgin. Celeste can’t qualify. Aria does. But instead of celebrating her fate, Aria is forced to impersonate her sister in a cruel scheme—just to save her own skin and earn a sliver of love from the mother who blames her for the death of an unborn child. Dressed in her sister’s skin, Aria is sent to marry a powerful Alpha she’s never met. But what happens when the Alpha senses something’s off... and ends up claiming the wrong Luna? What starts as a lie soon sparks something deeper. A connection. A bond. A war. Can Aria survive in a world built to break her? Will the Alpha protect her once the truth comes out—or destroy her like everyone else ever has?

He didn’t open the book. The book opened him." Seventeen-year-old Jude Mercer thought his life was already a cosmic joke— homeless, broke, and haunted by trauma he never asked for. But everything changes the night he finds a strange, leather-bound book behind a dumpster. A book that… breathes. What he unleashes isn't a spell. It's Ereth-Kaal—an eldritch, sadistic curse older than time. Now bound to Jude’s body, Ereth-Kaal can only feed through him. And feed he will. Jude sets one rule: No women. No kids. No innocents. Ereth-Kaal agrees… mostly. But as bodies pile up, and Jude’s morality erodes under the weight of blood and guilt, one question claws at his soul: Is he still the host... or becoming the monster? Violent. Heartbreaking. Darkly hilarious. UNDER MY SKIN is a descent into madness wrapped in teeth, tentacles, and trauma.

Sonhu remembers dying. Not the blade—just the silence that came after. The stillness, the voice in the dark. He was supposed to stay dead. But something—indifferent, vast, and impossibly near—unmade that ending. He carries no answers. Just a feeling beneath his skin, like he came back wrong. And somewhere in the silence, it calls to him.

Verayah is on her way to becoming a healer and making up for her parent’s sacrifices. She is about to marry her only best friend, Elizan. Everything is going as planned until one of the council members discovers the gold underneath her skin and labels her the Savior of the Lands, the chosen one who will free them from the dragons. Everything happens so fast and she is now caught between choosing to love her best friend or the mysterious man who decided to help her, all while figuring out how to rid their world of Dragons. Author’s Note: This is a first draft so it will most likely have common mistakes in it.

A young mage decides to go to University where he learns about the modern world, modern people, and his role in a conspiracy that started before he was even born. Accompany Dorin, a young mage brought up alone in their mountain home who has always been an obedient son until his mom refused to let him travel to a place called 'University' to attend a so-called 'Photography Camp' he read from a flyer in one of her books. Now, filled with the thrill of adventure (and the knowledge that his mom would probably skin him alive), he embarks on a journey towards unknown lands to learn the magic of 'Photography' and all the hidden wonders in 'University' where he would find people, objects and events that go beyond his wildest imagination.

In the realm of Solspire, where ancient magic and atomic science intertwine, the balance of power is fragile. Theren Dravoryn returns from exile, his body marked by flame, his gauntlet fused to his skin, and his past shrouded in scandal. As the Emperor’s health wanes and the Great Houses eye the throne, Theren must navigate a deadly game of politics, betrayal, and forbidden power. With the fate of the kingdom resting on his ability to manipulate the mysterious Auris Crystal, will he reclaim his lost honor, or will the flames consume him once more?

Kneeling before the graves, tears fall like rain He stands and looks to the heavens, seeking his will Hours pass in battle, blood stains his skin The moonlight reflects off the blade, shining bright For he has summoned all his power, and the world is now anew The ashes of the old world, scatter in the wind

Gruesome murders haunt the quiet town of Farmington. Faces ripped off. Families slaughtered. Locals whisper one word: Skinwalkers—monsters that wear the skin of the dead. Luis, a lonely young man, stumbles upon an injured white dog and decides to adopt it, unaware of what he’s inviting into his home. But this is no ordinary dog. It heals too fast. It watches too closely. And sometimes... it craves blood. Is Luis in danger—or is he part of something bigger? Who is the real monster? Read Feeling Human to uncover the truth.

When trusting someone leads to a life-altering event that leaves Amelia Lawson without the use of one of her legs, she fights to rebuild her life by going back to work at a Wildlife Reserve. But in her absence, a dangerous, potentially murderous tiger has been rescued, and it doesn’t take long for her life to be thrown back into turmoil as she’s pulled into a world where she is easy prey. (Rewrite from the original series on Quotev)

Betrayed,plotted against,and killed. Elodie Adedora’s corpse was left to glaciate in a cold abyss… but why does this protagonist wake up seven years later? … Far away, off the outskirts of the Solaria kingdom, where the sun and warmth were scarce. A dark cave, lit only by the dim reflection of silver chains, suspending a single person to an icy wall. The person's skin, dark and covered in winters frost. The hairs on her head and eyelashes were grey, covered by tiny icicles. Her lips, pale of all color, cracked, and like the rest of her, cold. But, slowly, her lips were the first to melt. Her eyes started to flutter open, revealing brown eyes flickering with white. A bright, illuminating, magical white. "Kill the queen. You must kill the queen. That is why you are alive." The iridescent shimmer of white began to spread across her body, intertwining itself with the natural ebony color of her skin that was stuck to her bones. The intense frail appearance of the girl filled out into a healthy complexion. The melting ice dripped like water down her skin, and the more that dripped, the more alive the unconscious body seemed to become.  Just as a first warm breath escaped the girl's mouth, a spiteful emotion bubbled up to the surface, flashing across the girl's eyes. Pain, suffering, and betrayal. Those were the three most prevalent in her expression. One of the three must've been a feeling strong enough to revive the dead. The chains on her arms were thick and bulky, frosted over with a glaze of ice and frost. In a second however, she ripped her arms away from the stone that in prisoned her, falling weakly to other side, where her other arm remained suspended to the ice wall. A screamed ripped out of the girl who had just awoken, the voice of regret. It echoed against the walls of the cave. Her restraints shattered in a horrifying unison, metal bits flying in different directions in the room. Falling to the ground, her shivering body hit the ice floor below her. The ice ground made direct contact with her knees and forearms. Under the intense contact, they scraped and peeled. Yet, the girl's hands and knees held strong as she stood up. Her dark, raven black hair fell in front of her face, a protruding but delicate nose bridge interrupted its flow.  "You will never be forgiven..." Were the first words to leave the girl's lips. The white flickers and crackles in her eyes and across her skin had calmed. The iridescent shimmer had also vanished, and yet,  Now was the moment the girl appeared the most intimidating, warm tears of anger had overtaken the melted ice on her skin, obstructing parts of her vision. She raised her head, and with it, a stem of green glow manifested from no where. In her palms, the white shimmer of light had now turned a threatening forest green. In this icy prison was where the infamous evil witch was held captive. It would also be the same place which this story begins.

Logan Hayes is trouble himself. The kind of guy your parents warn you about. Tattoos decorating his skin. He walks like he owns the whole world. The entire campus was wrapped around his fingers. Harper Reed hated trouble. As the dean's perfect daughter, she had to live a perfect life and get perfect grades. Until a viral scandal ruins Harper's spotless reputation, and she has no other option but to make a deal with the devil himself—Logan. She has to fake date him to restore her image. But he only agrees because she claims she knows what no one else should. Things get more complicated when , Damian , Logan's long-lost cousin, returns to take him back home. Damian is no different from Logan — tattoos on his skin and that same dangerous energy Logan held. Harper Reed now finds herself stucked in the midst of two devils, chaos and full-blown drama.

“On Nexus—a world ten times bigger than Earth where gods, beasts, witches, and much more run wild—power is everything. And Shiro? He does what he wants… and he’s got the hands to back it up.” Dark-skinned, handsome and grinning with two shining gold fangs, Shiro walks like a king without a crown. His long white dreads swing like a wild mane behind him. His custom wolf-hide gauntlets click softly as he stretches his fingers, ready to crack skulls—or gently grab the thick waist of the next dangerous beauty who tries him.

A teenage girl was working on her assignments, until a shiny little glow enter in to the room. And touched her skin. Before she knew it, she was in a different world. Inside in a strange body of Princess Jazmine Windemere of Eurotopia. Two souls living in a one body, has different desires Jazmine wants to become a Empress and the other one wants to go back home. which one would win, Or which one who die?

They summoned ten of us to their world. Nine were chosen. One was cast aside. At the merge ceremony, the others bonded with beautiful gods, exotic beasts that could make their greatest wishes come true. Or... Give them the power to. I stood alone, rejected by every last one. Then... by those who summoned me. "The Cursed Hero," they mocked. I thought it was over for me. But something… answered. Something... saved me. Now there’s a mark burned into my skin, a scar that brands me as "The Demon". Cursed. Dangerous. The kingdoms look at me with fear, and the other heroes keep their swords close when I’m near. Priests think I’m the mistake in their prophecy. Maybe they’re right. Because whatever power I’ve been chained to, it’s waking up. And it demands blood... ------------------ Writing Schedule: Tuesdays and Thursdays

Her back slammed against the wall, the breath caught in her throat. Before she could say anything, Zayne's body held hers in place, one hand on her jaw, the other around her waist like a vice. His breath was hot against her lips, but his eyes—dark, hungry, and merciless—spoke of sin. "You keep running, Inspector," he growled, in a deep low sinful voice. "But I will always find you. And when I do..." His tongue brushed her earlobe, slow and deliberate, vibrating against her skin. "I don't just want to hear you plead for mercy. I want to ruin you." Priya's breath caught. He smirked against her skin, sensing the way she trembled below him. "I'll have you gasping for my name, your legs shaking, your nails digging into my back. Not once. Not twice. Until you forget you ever hated me." She tried to shove him off her, but her hands betrayed her, curling into his shirt instead. "I'll make you feel it," he whispered, even softer. "Every inch of me... inside you... claiming you. Till you forget the badge. Forget the pride. Forget the pain." "Zayne--" she breathed. “You’ll scream,” he whispered, biting her lower lip. “Not from fear. Not from pain. But because I’ll make you scream like I own you.” “And you’ll love every second of it.”

Dana is a 6-year old dark skinned girl very smart and brave, one day her mother asks her to go to the market with her and warns her not to let go of her dress (abaya) what happens in the market gets Dana terrified

Leon was just a kid. Now he’s a god, still carrying guilt like a second skin. He suffers. He feels. But above all…he protects.